Let's play house!

The Playing House Domestic Shipping Meme.

RULES!
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THE LIST!
01] baby
Suddenly, there's a new addition to your family! Are you expecting? Adopting? Struggling to find the perfect name for your child? Or maybe you're up at a ridiculous hour in the morning because they're crying like crazy.

02] just married
Congratulations! You and your loved (?) one are about to start a whole new life together! It's time for the honeymoon...

03] house hunting
Are you seeking out an apartment? A dream house? Or just any old place, as long as you're with your other? Make sure to weigh your options very carefully...

04] household chores
It's time to clean/cook/garden/take care of something! Do you work together, or does one of you hide until everything is done?

05] shopping
Whether it's for furniture, groceries, or something in between, shopping is something that everybody must do at some point in time! What varies is if they like it or not.

06] family vacation
WE'RE OFF TO DIDNEY WOOOOOOOOORL or wherever
... well, as long as the kids are happy, right...? You may not be happy (or maybe you are), but it's mainly about ~family bonding~.

07] romantic retreat
It's you and your loved one's anniversary, and you decide it's time to take some time off and take them somewhere nice, where you only have each other.

08] comfort
Is somebody sick in bed? Or perhaps they just had a bad day? Sometimes, a good breakfast in bed or a home-cooked meal can really lift the spirits! Or perhaps you want to try medicine, or laughter, or something else?

09] pet
Suddenly, you have another addition to the family! Is it a puppy? A kitty? A fierce dragon? Whatever it is, make sure to give it a name and to take good care of it!

10] holiday
Happy birthday/New Years/Christmas/Valentine's Day/whatever! It's a very special day that only comes once a year, so make it count!

11] argument
Oh, no, who left the stove on... Or maybe it's about why they were out late last night? Either way, there is a lot of tension today, and one of you may or may not be sleeping on the couch tonight.

12] making up
It's time to make amends for that fight/divorce/whatever you had before! After all, you love each other... right?

13] surprise, surprise
You are feeling rather loving tonight, so you want to remind the other person how much you cherish and appreciate them... if it's by something cute and adorable or hot and sexy is completely up to you.

14] proposal
~~SHUT UP THIS TOTALLY FITS~~ You've been with your other for what feels like forever, and finally you want to tie the knot with them. Will you go down on one knee before them, or get a little creative?

15] other
I know I'm forgetting like a bajillion and one different things here, so this is the option for that!

Together/Committed
In the Beginning: You've moved in together and are learning the boundaries, both sexual and non, of living with a partner.
Not Mom's House Anymore: You're young and starting out; it's crazy to live by yourself instead of with your family! Luckily, your lover can give you things mother never gave you.
Sweep It Under the Rug: Chores can be boring, but you can make them fun, right? After all, you look so good bent over the table while you're dusting.
Naked Apron: Nothing's better than breakfast in bed. Except when you're served it with your baby wearing nothing but the apron they used to make all that bounty.
Letting It All Hang Out: Benefit of being in your own house? Running around naked. This doesn't have to change when you're living with someone.
There's Someone Else...for Both of Us: Three's a crowd, except when two agreed on it.
Spicing Things Up: Sometimes, constantly seeing someone can rub you the wrong way, and intimacy can get rote and boring. That's why slipping a new kink in every now and again isn't a bad idea, especially if it's something that one of you has really wanted to try.
I'll Take Care of You: Everyone deserves to be pampered, and you're letting your partner soak up the best of your home and the best of you.
Proving Your Love: You want to show your lover that you care for them like no one else. After all, you're living with them, not anyone else!
Becoming Comfortable With You: After a while, they've become like another part of you, one you can show or tell anything to, even about how hard you want them to thrust into you or how you want them to suck your -
Suspicious Minds: Jealousy brought from the outside is making one of you antsy. Can a serious fucking session prove that there's no roaming minds here?
Christening the New Place: You've moved into a new home. Unpacked everything? Good! Now it's time to have sex on every surface so it's all totally yours.
Welcome Home: One half of the household has been away - on a trip, at war, at an anime convention, whatever. Now, it's up to the other half to make their welcome wagon the best there ever was.
Cultural Differences: Different cultures have different ideas about home, about coupling, and about the stuff that goes on between the sheets. Can you work it out?
Home-Cooked Meal: Believe it or not, there are even better uses for apple pie than eating it.
I'm Not Used to This: This is your first time in a "committed" relationship, having a home, or both. How are you adjusting? Is it still hard to be touched, be loved, or use a proper bed?
Here Out of Convenience: It's not like you really like them or anything! This is only a roof over your head and a warm hole to fuck.
You're Just Being Used: You're getting a benefit from your relationship that isn't purely sexual, like wealth, power, or control. But in order to keep things in line, you have to keep your partner happy and sexually fufilled.
Keeping You Here: You can't let them slip away, so you'll use your body to keep them ensnared.
Territorial: Your house, your things - they belong to you, and that can give you a rush. Maybe you want to show your lover that they're yours, too.
I Have to Stay: You don't want to be caught up in this, but you're making yourself stay and keeping yourself in bed with the "enemy."
Now I Only Want You Gone: You want this person out of your life, and there are few stronger ways to send this message than make a cuckold of them. Preferably when they know it.
Tell Me More: You want to know if this whole "playing house" thing is all it's cut out to be.
Proving them All Wrong: They said you'd never, ever find someone. Now, you're showing them just what kind of catch you've got yourself by not taking your hands off what you've earned.
Forced Together: Be it expectations or arranged marriage, you two are stuck together. Of course, such contracts involve a certain amount of physical action, like producing heirs.
Keeping Up Appearances: You want to look successful in life, and part of that involves being in a sexual relationship. Or perhaps you want to hide something about yourself.
Argument: Ugh, they put their feet on the table! They broke your favorite vase! They're so...so...hot when they're mad!
Making Up: You feel sorry for what you've said or done and will do anything to prove that. You just want to shower them with your affection (or not), or show them how much they're wanted.
Like Melted Butter: You want something, and the best way to get it is to butter them up and get under their skin - in a good way.
Starting a Family: Both of you are taking the next step and bringing a new life into this world, and there's one old fashioned way to do it.
Absolutely Glowing: So, one of you is pregnant. How has your sex life been affected by changing bodies and mood swings?
Kids Will Be Kids: Now you guys have rugrats to take care of, but don't forget to make time for the two of you. Alone adult time is important.
At-home Date: Break out the wine and the frozen pizza, it's time for a date at the house! Who says you need to go to a fancy dinner to get in the mood?
Lazy Day: Today we're not doing anything, we're just gonna stay in our bed. And all that entails.
Newlyweds: You two are more than committed. You've said your vows, for better or for worse. Hopefully, things will stay better, especially when you take things to the privacy of your room.
Mr. and Mrs. Smith: The relationship is forbidden for some reason, and to have it, you all had to run away and start a new life. Maybe you even have assumed identities! Is it painful that you can only be your true selves in the bedroom?
Tie Me to the Bed Post: The great thing about a well-furnished place is all the cool things you can find lying around that can be repurposed for other tasks. Like tying someone's arms or teasing someone's genitals.
Out of My Closet: Speaking of things lying around, how about a sexy show with those underused items in your wardrobe?
At Another Person's Home: Who cares that you're guests at somebody's house and they can hear you through the walls? Go for it!
With Another Person at Home: Who cares that you have a guest at your house and they can hear you through the walls? Go for it!
Way Down in Kokomo: You're on vacation. Sun, sand, surf, and 24/7 sex.
Finally Tamed: No one, including you, thought you'd ever be domestic. But this person and their sexual attention have brought you to your knees.

Other
The Help: A home can run more smoothly with hired help like maids and cooks. It's beneficial to show that help some well-deserved love now and then, too.
The Babysitter: Whether live-in or not, a babysitter goes through a lot and develops a bond with the kids. He or she may develop a bond with the parent(s), as well.
The Guest: You've been invited to this person's house - and their bed - and they're showing you the ultimate hospitality.
Siblings...or More: The two of you are related, but you live together like a couple. There are whispers...are they true?
Roommates with Benefits: You're not committed or exclusive, but it's nice to have somebody in the same house with you that you can be with when you need it.
Mister Fix-It: All homes sometimes need repairs. Maybe a qualified repair person can make other repairs, as well.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

( feel free to ask for dark sakura as well, although why would you?? )

[Canonmates only. Daichis and Oikawas are adored, but something could be worked out with anybody.]

[ooc: No smut, please.]

[wanna give this a shot?]

( absolutely! throw anything your heart desires at me.)

[situational assumed cr okay? eta: also anything you want to avoid before I write a start?]

Edited 2015-05-24 23:15 (UTC)

( assumed cr is absolutely okay. I read through the lot and all I really see that id be against would be the whole threesome idea. but anything else I can work with :) )

[ Derek's favorite thing in the whole world, honestly and without a shadow of a doubt, is watching his pregnant wife standing on the dock outside the lake house with her hands on her stomach and the breeze kicking up her fiery hair, just looking out over the water. It's something he's been seeing her do a lot lately and he wonders whether it's to calm herself from the Braxton-Hicks contractions she's been getting now that it's nearly time. If anyone had told him a few years ago that he'd have ended up with Lydia Martin, he'd have laughed them straight out of Beacon Hills. Actually, if anyone had told him a few years ago that he'd have ended up with anyone, he would have. But he's standing in the bedroom, looking out the window facing the lake and there she is, out on the dock, stomach swollen with his child, who's due any day now...and Derek thinks she's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen in his life.

A few minutes later, just like always, he's joined her, enveloping her in his arms from behind, his hands resting over hers which are resting over the baby whose gender is unknown because they've both decided that it'll be better to be surprised. He wonders if the baby will be a werewolf or a banshee. Or both. Or neither. There's a lot of surprises that'll come with this new life and, honestly, Derek has never been more excited and terrified at the same time in his entire life.

He leans his head to brush his lips against her cheek, holding her closer.]

How're you feeling today, Lyds? Okay?

( The water lapping before her soothed every tremble from her figure, every worry from relentless thoughts, fingertips warmed along the round of her belly as the sun set along the sharp horizon of trees beyond the lake. The sky split into a vivid blush, baby pinks blending with blood orange; all there was to be heard was the soft chorus of crickets beginning to make themselves known, the numbing static of an early summer's heat finding sleep with the sun. She could feel their child stirring within her belly, and her thumbs stroke along the thinly veiled skin, light dresses all she'd really found comfort in having gotten to this size. The caress gives a soft whisper without words: don't worry, baby. you'll have plenty of room soon. not long now. not long.

The quiet, hollow rhythm of his footsteps along the dock are heard before arms vine around her midsection, naturally letting her shoulders roll back, resting against his chest. They fit there, the two of them, just like this - a tiny family kindling within her. That lazy 'L' of her name has eyelids drifting close, breathing in slowly, thoughtfully as her head tilted to the side at the touch of his lips, welcoming their warmth. All she's able to offer at first is a hum, lips pressing together calmly, a single edge raising in a petite smile. )

I'm tired, but I'm okay.

( It's a gentle assurance, spacing her fingertips to let his fall and lace between them. It'd be wise of her to get off of her feet for a bit, but she grew restless so quickly keeping herself laid in bed, or reclined against the couch - she found far more contentment standing here, sometimes sitting along the edge and dangling her toes in the water. )

They're moving a lot today. I think they're just as impatient as we are.

[ The sounds of summer coddle his ears as Lydia leans against him, shifting her fingers to let his slip between hers. His eyes close, favoring the illusion of relaxation on his feet, although he isn't entirely sure it isn't just that. The crickets break the lull of the water. ]

Watch them be overdue.

[ He huffs a quiet laugh at that, because wouldn't that just be their luck? He's been anxious to meet their new addition since Lydia's test came back positive. Her due date is in a couple of days, and he's known that the baby is restless, but he doubts that matters much. When it's time, it'll be time.

Derek presses one of his hands against her stomach with a little more pressure when he thinks he feels a kick and gives Lydia another kiss on the cheek when he feels a foot push back on his hand. ]

You know, I read online somewhere that there's a few natural ways to induce, babe... You feel too tired to go for a walk?

[ Or have some sex? He specifically remembers reading that because he remembers being both relieved and worried at it and subsequently asking Lydia's doctor whether it was actually a safe thing to try. ]

Or we can go lay down?

( The gentle rumble of his laugh alongside her jaw leaves his breath tickling the area, a bout of warmth trickling along her spine, painting her cheeks the briefest rouge; how easy it was to dig himself inside of her, how easy it'd been for the Hale to make a home within her chest, so happy a sound only radiating unto Lydia all the same. She can't help the little tug that pulls at her lips in response. He'd been so good to her, loved her gently when she'd needed it and roughly when she needed it more.

It wasn't that Lydia had never envisioned herself as a mother, because she had, many a times before when she'd thought she was cocooned in what adoration truly was - but there'd been a time when she couldn't of been sure she'd make it to such a time. Really, she'd started to wonder if she wanted to at all. So much loss had left her no more than a hollow ache of a girl; the idea of keeping something had become a distant memory, and so it'd taken her quite some time to let him in. It still terrified her, having him, knowing he held her just as much, just the same. She didn't want it to be taken away from her, but the past few months… they'd served as a reminder that there was so much room for growth, so much room for warmth and love, and they deserved it.

Scarlet strands rustle a little as she shakes her head. )

Both sound tempting.

( The walks the two would take had started to dwindle as the pregnancy had progressed; she'd wind herself quickly, much to her displeasure. She also rarely turned down the opportunity to lye around with him, leaving their bodies no more than a tangle of sleepy limbs. She pressed on the matter, giving light to her indecisiveness. )

What are these natural ways you've read on?

[ She's not alone in her fears or in her optimism revolving around the fact that they both had very much earned the happiness that they'd built together; that they're still working on, slowly continuing construction on the delicate house of cards that are their lives in the safety of the present. Derek's still afraid that it won't last and he never really stops feeling the urge to take cover from the other shoe due to drop any minute. He's more used to the people that he loves slipping through his fingers never to be seen again. Even now, so much later in the game and yet, he hopes, so far from the finish line, Derek keeps waiting to trip over his own two feet and lose it all.

The hope of having a family; of children had been crushed under the heel of his mistakes along with too many other dreams and comforts he'd so taken for granted. He's grown, now, and evolved. Derek hopes that it's enough to keep him steady when he's walking the tight rope that stretches from pain to bliss and hovers over the annihilation of the life he's built with his sanguine beauty.

Derek smiles a little and leans his head against hers, his nose wrinkling with the tickle of stray ginger catching in his stubble as the breeze threads through it. ]

Accupressure, although I can't say I'd have a clue how to do that, but we could hire someone. Spicy foods. ...sex. Walking.

[ He tries to sneak in the one he wants among the others in which he's less interested, needing for his own peace of mind to get it out there in the open, but also mindful of the fact that Lydia's body isn't entirely her own anymore. She doesn't always feel as beautiful as he thinks she is. She's sore and she's tired. Derek doesn't want it to sound like he's putting too much stock in an option he might not actually have, just because he read it online; he doesn't want her to feel guilty if she's not interested in trying. ]

_{( One would think she'd of done a bit more research on the subject, but Lydia was ever-torn between a restless impatience for the baby to come, and a fear she assumed was only natural for a first-time mother to be. She didn’t know if she was ready, and really could anyone know such a thing? Derek had always assured her when she’d whisper such worried things against his lips at night, soothe her with a brush of his palm at her cheek, a press of his mouth to her forehead, and lastly to hers to silence it all. It was soothing to know she’d found this life with someone who thought nothing but warmth and radiance of her, but as much as their lives had changed when she’d found out she was carrying a child –– it would change all the more when they arrived.}

_{She didn’t quite like the idea of hiring anyone in efforts to help her conceive, though she knew sooner or later she might require a bit of help. Still, she listens, though she can’t help but to linger on the suggestion offered with a slight breath of hesitance before it’s pronounced. She’d always been quite attuned to the physical part of their relationship, frankly those moods only came more often the more she felt restricted from such a thing. She lets her breath pause at the back of her throat, a smirk curling along her features at his so-casual add in of ‘ walking ‘ after so alluring an option. It wasn’t as if they’d strayed from touching one another since the test, but they’d certainly been more careful.}

_{Still, hearing him suggest it so clearly aloud stirred an arousal within her as if it were waiting there for him, giving the lightest of hums in response. Fingertips curl ‘til her nails softly glide along his forearms, tilting her head to nudge the edge of his nose with the tip of her own. )}

That's quite a list. And you don't prefer any over the other, mm?

[ Derek's eyes close and he smiles when he feels Lydia's nose brushing against his own and he tilts his head to kiss her softly on the lips, letting his mouth linger against hers. They certainly haven't shied away from still pleasuring one another, but it's still different than it used to be; they've had to adapt to Lydia's new body and her oscillating comfort and discomfort within it. He's never thought for a moment that she looks any less beautiful like this than she did before her body changed to make room for their growing offspring.

Lydia, on the other hand, doesn't always feel the same way, it seems to him. So he always does his best to make sure that she knows how attractive he finds her, even when she might not agree with him at any given time.

Her response makes him wonder for a hopeful flicker that perhaps he's piqued her interest with the mention of sex; maybe she's in the mood for it at the same time that he is, for a change. It's been almost a week since they've been on the same page. Derek slowly turns her to face him and kisses her more deeply, holding her close and allowing one of his hands to slip down to her backside, giving her a playful squeeze. He smirks a little bit and cocks his eyebrows with feigned indifference. ]

What do you think?

_{( They were forced to get creative, not as if their sex lives before she'd started gaining a belly hadn’t already been so. There certainly was no shortage of one another that they’d experienced, and while the love they felt for one another didn’t solely revolve around the physical, it was never anything short of lively; an exhaustive pleasure, discovering and touching one another each time as if it were the first. Positions became a bit more difficult, having to find a way to keep her belly supported, yet ensure it didn’t get in the way; that’s what frustrated her most of all, a normally lively Lydia in bed had no choice but to be far more subdued, that dominant spark she every so often liked to let take the reigns held back. It’d become a challenge to let herself get lost in the bliss of it all, to keep from thinking too much, but even so much as his mouth against her own is enough to leave thoughts quiet.}

_{She returns the kiss, lets it build a slow burn against her mouth when he lingers there, lips dangling together. She can taste his breaths, feel them flutter out to converse with her own, and then he’s turning her toward him and those intrusive worries flood her again. Of course, ‘til a second kiss captures her, pulling up a low, breathy mew from deep within her throat. Her cheeks fill with a familiar heat, that same blush creeping along her neck, down across her chest; but it’s that firm palmful of her backside that has pupils blowing out in interest. He knew what any sort of attention like that did to her. )}

I think it's been far too long since you've touched me.

[ It's perhaps less her words than it is the tone with which she delivers them that sets Derek's barely neglected libido alight with a slow burn of desire for the love of his life renewed. The verbal response he gets from her for his less than savory touch only spurs him on and he lets his fingertips dig into her skin a little further, his hold a bit more firm. Already, his body is responding to her in kind, pressing excited heat against her thigh as he kisses her again.

There was a time before her pregnancy when they would spend entire days in their bedroom pushing one another toward and guiding each other then over the edge over and over until their bodies started to protest it. He misses it and he wonders if they'll ever really get back to it, what with the fact that their lives are days away from changing forever. Maybe today, though, he can pay homage to it. She's sore and she's tired and she's been carrying the weight of their growing baby for months with little to no complaint. Maybe today, Derek can give back the way he knows best.

Derek lowers his voice and tilts his head so that his lips brush against her ear gently when he speaks. The tone is gravely with need and lust. ]

I think it's been far too long since I've tasted you.

_{( he manages to place a stutter between her breaths, that insistent need pressing into her thigh all too much of a temptation to be out on that dock any longer, not unless he wanted them both to be filled with aches and pains by the time they were finished. perhaps if she hadn’t of been so far along, or if she didn’t have such a round intrusion in the first place, she’d of taken up that adventurous spark within her, like some sort of challenge it was to ride him right there on that dock. and she would, oh, she would. lydia was quite a spontaneous lover, yet another reason why she felt a bit lower of herself, off and kept from her normally vivacious ways. she wonders how they’d gone nearly a week without taking one another, but she presses it to the back of her mind. she wants him now.}

_{her body bows into his, receptive to his touch, the way he wanted her. when he wasn’t peppering soft assurances against her skin that, even with an engorged belly, she was still beautiful, still his, it was his touch that drove her desire loud enough to block it all out. he knew just how to hold her, when to grip and where to clutch to make unsaid words heard. she’d never known a lover like him, and she more than appreciated his incredible endurance within the bedroom. she huffs against his mouth as it draws away, that ragged breath drawn along his jaw as he leans into her ear, head craning on it’s own accord if only to offer him more room to graze those lips. )}

mmh– has it, baby?

_{( she’s starting to get fidgety, fingers curled in a needy grasp onto his biceps, eyes rolling heavenward beneath her lids. one of her hands slips downward to palm at the stiff line within his jeans, nearly breaking skin on her lower lip with a bite. )}

what else do you miss?

[ There's a hum against her lips, barely touching, the tease of another kiss to come waiting on the horizon as the sun starts to set further behind them, sinking deeper in the sky and painting it with the oranges and pinks and purples of the end of a day. The buzz of an affirmation he doesn't bring to words dancing at the soft, full lips of the woman with whom he'll be spending the rest of his life. It has been too long. ]

What else?

[ Derek steps back from her, his hands moving to lace fingers between hers, guiding her back toward the house. The need curling deep within him is growing with every second and he wants the freedom to put his hands all over her; to explore the expanse of her body with his mouth again because it's been a while. He could probably do it out here and God knows Lydia wouldn't care, but he doesn't want her on her feet any longer if he can avoid it because she's already been out here a short while too long. ]

I miss touching you. I miss the sounds you make when I've got my head between your legs. ...I miss the rough sex we used to have in every damn room. Someday, we'll get back there, right?

_{( how vividly the memories of them he could place within her thoughts with his words alone, that tone alone, one that sent a trembling shock down along her spine, settling in a pool of heat within her belly. interest weighed heavy in ivy hues, watching him carefully as he stepped back from her, every bit as inclined to follow him as he was to guide her, with no shortage of lustful murmurings let up for her and her only. he made it near infuriating that her body didn’t seem capable to do what she wanted, to let him ravish her like she was so tempted to beg for right then and there. lydia didn’t want him to be gentle any longer, while she was a tender lover she needed those hungry nights, breathless pants and desperate gasps for more. it wasn’t entirely that her body couldn’t take it, either, but more so that she didn’t want him to be encased in worry rather than pleasure.}

_{as they reach the threshold of their room, sliding doors left ajar for the late spring to drift indoors, she feels the weight of that desire take her over, nearly suffocating, dwindling down the last threads of her patience once they were eclipsed behind sheer curtains taunted by the wind. once there small fingers ravel into the cotton of his shirt, giving a firm tug to pull him as close to her as she could. it was never close enough. she needed him – god, he had to know she needed him. and now she’s lacing her own words together for him, melodious and luring in their nature as she mouths at the edge of his jaw. )}

you have no idea how badly i want to ask for it right now, derek. how much i miss you shoving me up against the wall, bending me over. i need you like that.

[ Lydia's not alone in it, that's for sure. There isn't a stretch of time he's ever gone during the pregnancy that he hasn't secretly wished for a night when he could feel comfortable bending her over the side of the bed and slamming into her with abandon; that he could hear her pleasured cries echoing through the air and yet settling still within the walls of the lake house and very much just for them. Vanilla sex is good...but it's still vanilla. He misses the excitement. Derek worries too much that the baby is going to make it impossible for them to get their feet back onto their so beloved ground, but he hopes that he's wrong. God, he hopes he's wrong.

His eyes slip shut, hooded rather than closed completely, because her words speak volumes toward the fact that, just like everything else, they're in this — their frustration, their need — together. And he wants to, God knows he wants to, but it isn't fair to her to be only half in the moment, because the other half of him is fretting that he's going to tear her or hurt the baby.

Derek pulls back from her to lift the flowing fabric of her dress up over her head, tossing it unceremoniously to the floor and allowing his shirt to follow it before he returns to her arms, hands roaming over the slope of her spine and back down to the curve of her backside. He squeezes again because of the favorable response he received on the dock, but this time it's harder. He holds it; he needs her. ]

Yeah, I do. I love you, Lydia, I love you so much, but right now I just want to fuck you so hard, it's killing me.

_{( once again he's parting from her, only this time it’s under far more acceptable terms, ridding them of the useless layers only keeping them from one another. she happily cooperated, lifting her arms to make it all the more effortless to tug that loose slip from her figure, leaving her in nothing more than a delicate set beneath. and then his upper half’s exposed to her, too, and her gaze drops to revel in the sight as amorously as she always did. fingertips skim down along the definition of his abdomen, lining the rim of denim hiding what she desired most right then and there.}

_{this was trouble; she knew the more they spoke on it, the more they’d tempt one another into snapping. she was curious if amongst his research he’d come across whether it was safe or not to get a bit rough with one another, even with her this far along. there’d grown an instinctive care within her for the baby blossoming within her belly, but god she just wanted, needed one night to have him like she so often used to. one night for him to remind her just how good he could make her feel. her breath hitches as he gropes her ass once more, palms wide and possessive, just as she wants him to be.}

_{she could almost moan in response to his words, one of her hands snaking up to the back of his neck while the other nimbly undid the fastening of his jeans, slipping into a belt loop to give an urgent tug at the heavy material. she wanted it gone. )}

so fuck me, baby. show me.

_{( without reservation, she lets the plea purr from her lips, fingertips curling into the hair above his nape to give a pointed tug. )}

[ Derek wants to, but he can't stop the groan of desire that slips out between his lips betraying him when he needs it to the very least. While he's loath to leave his favorite part of her, there's still more to see and so his hands move again, sliding up her back and pushing her hair out of the way with a gentle touch that culminates in a swift flick of his fingers at the back of her bra, unclasping it with practiced ease. Gentle fingertips feather up to her shoulders, guiding the straps down until the garment falls away, forgotten, to the hardwood floor.

Her gestures are a lead and Derek knows how and when to take it. His jeans are on the floor along with the shorts underneath in a swift movement with complete abandon to any shame that might have been hiding behind his eyes when his cock springs free, already ready and waiting to take her. The only problem is that he's afraid. ]

I can't... I can't, Lyds, I don't know if it's safe for the baby for us to get rough, you know?

[ He draws her nearer and lowers his head to pepper kisses against the soft, freckled skin of her collarbone. ]

God, I want you so bad...

_{( she knows it isn't fair of her to ask such a thing from him; lydia martin was renowned far and wide for the art of getting what she wanted. she’d know just the words to coo up to him, just how she needed to breathe them in order to send him over that edge –– but she couldn’t do that. the last thing she wanted was for something to happen, for her impatience and clouded desire to end up putting her or derek in a position of pain. they’d made it this far, surely they could wait out a few more weeks at most, couldn’t they? but he’s peeling off the rest of her layers, tugging down his own, and she can’t hide the soft gasp that parts her lips as his warm cock hits gently to her skin.}

_{he’s so hard, so ready and it’s all for her. fingertips find their way to the shaft, wrapping around the width of him and giving a light squeeze to signify her need. her thumb swipes over the tip, already finding precum drizzling there, and once more her lids betray her and slip shut while he decorates her collars with kisses. she’s trying, she really is, to find some semblance of control, to keep from begging for him to the extent she wants him. a flustered breath breaks her composure. )}

i’ll let you know if it gets too much…

_{( it’s all she can think to offer, the only solution she knows that would allow them to explore without worry tainting their experience of one another. )}

i promise, derek. i need you.

[ He wants her so badly that he can barely stand it, but in spite of her promises, all Derek can think about is the terrifying possibility of something going horribly wrong. The worst part is that even that fear isn't enough to break down his body's reflexive response to the idea of claiming his fiancee. And he thinks that maybe, just maybe, he can be the strong one right now and continue his insistence that they take it easy with their sexual encounter this time.

But then her fingers are curling around his girth and she knows his body almost better than he does. Lydia knows exactly how to touch him to make him lose himself. She knows how to make his eyes glow an icy blue that signifies a sliver of his self control being compromised under her expert fingers. Derek groans against her skin, rutting against her hand. She's got him where she wants him, now. ]

How, baby? How do you need me? Tell me what you need. You want me to bend you over the side of the bed? What do you need, tell me...

[ His words tumble from his lips scraping the air like gravel on glass, thick with his own lust; his own needs.]

_{( he mind is no more than a rush of thoughts, a current of arousal pressing them all into a blur as she tries to think of which position would be best for them, would be best for her. it’s no less than clear she particularly favors being bent over, and perhaps the mattress would provide enough support for her belly, though she’d have to be careful not to put too much weight against it. lydia knows he’s crumbling just as she is, she knows the two of them can’t stand there in this maddening limbo and talk about how badly they want one another – sooner or later they’d take it, and all she’s able to come up with is a stuttered exhale, cheeks flushed with vibrant reds.}

_{that groan sets of embers throughout her system, a fire burning beneath her skin for him, and her teeth snag at her lower lip as her wrist picks up a steady rhythm along his cock, fingers wrapped firmly around her lover. even when he knew her mind could hardly place words to her tongue, he’s asking her to tell him, to talk to him – and oh had they always known how to do that for one another. it’s one of the many things that gets her going as she is now. if it became uncomfortable, she’d tell him, she promised she would – she’d come to some sort of rationalization that if it was paining her it was paining the baby – and right now she needs it. she needs a tiny bit of that fire the two shared before concern for the baby had become a priority to their pleasure. she finds his lips with her own, only to drag them together as she huffs the words airily. )}

bend me over, baby. don’t be afraid. please.

[ derek finds himself longing as she drags languid moans from the back of his throat with the movement of her wrist against his needy flesh; longing for the times when he could lift her off the ground wherever they happened to be standing only to deposit her directly onto his erection, sinking into her without any further effort. she's not too heavy for him to do it, at this point, not with his werewolf strength to aid him, but rather too swollen with their child that the angle just isn't right. he thinks to himself as she's mulling over her answer that it might very well be the first way he takes her when her body is ready for sex again after their child is greeted into the world.

her mouth is far more than welcome when it meets his and he parts his lips to deepen their kiss only to be interrupted with her breathless decision. once she's given it, he claims her, his tongue dancing against hers as he leads them blindly toward the bed they share on an autopilot reserved for someone who knows their home well enough to navigate it without seeing.

the kiss is broken with a breathless grunt, needy with the thick desire to act on it and he hopes that he's making the right decision when he turns her toward the bed, pushing her down by her back to bend her over it. one of his hands rests on her hip, fingertips digging into the skin for purchase and the other moves into her hair, knotting it between his fingers and giving it a playful tug as he thrusts his hips forward to impale her. he isn't going to last, he already knows that. he wants it too much; wants her too much and his desire doesn't carry the patience to drag their encounter out for too long. ]

fuck, i missed this.

[ he's being rougher than he thinks he should, but she promised she would tell him if she couldn't take it. as long as she could, derek was mostly confident that the baby could, as well. so he pounds into her with the force of the ache to claim her body as his possession driving it, filling the air with the scent of arousal and the sound of skin on skin mingling with the loud moans he, at least, can't be bothered to soften.]

_{( they were always driven by such passion, such want for one another, it was amazing to think anything held a persuasion any stronger than the one his lips could provide. but it only proved that mentally, she was already becoming a mother. she already was, and that instinct to look after their child would always come first –– always, but for now they still had this last bit of time to themselves, and lydia wasn’t sure if any part of her would allow him out of that bedroom with what they had left. they’d held such a flexible love life, there was quite literally no surface within their home that he hadn’t fucked her up against, that she hadn’t insisted him down only to crawl into his lap and take him right there. patience was never their strong suit, but it hadn’t needed to be. they were creatures of habit, of pleasure and drive –– banshee and wolf, but oh so human in that primal need.}

_{his sounds, god what his sounds were doing to her, she found herself trying to quiet even the stumbling of her breaths if only to listen closer. she braces herself as he pushes her down, stomach cradled by the thankfully delicate mattress and down blanket to fluff the impact. her free hand rakes up into her hair, but not before he ravels it within his own fist himself, and she’s barely able to take in a breath before his cock’s stretching her out deliciously, and fuck, it really has been too long. she’s tight, and it takes her body a moment to adjust to him, but a smirk lights her lips; to hell with time. he knew she could take him, and the grateful moan that strings from her lips is valid indication not to stop. her own fingers curl into the duvet, anchoring herself there as he beings to rut his hips roughly into her.}

_{she knows he could go harder, knows there’s still some sliver of him holding back, but it feels good. )}

oh god, derek. mmh– just like that. just like that.

_{( it causes her no pain, no discomfort other than that sweet tear she’d learned to crave from his sheer size alone. the slaps of their skin blend with the mews and whimpers he fucks from her lips, dropped open into a part to better pronounce the melodious vowels. she’s sucking in a sharp breath every time the back of her thighs meet his, and with a palmful of the covers before her she begins pressing herself back perfectly in sync with his movements, if only to heighten that sting of flesh meeting together. and she asks for something he should come to expect by now, always wanting to know, to hear how good it felt for him, too. )}

talk to me, baby.

[ it almost feels like a bittersweet farewell to the lives of spontaneous debauchery they lived; each thrust a whisper of goodbye and a promise of something equally as fulfilling in a different way to come. she feels tighter than normal and he can't decide if it's because she actually is or if it's because he wants it so bad that he's created it in his mind. unraveling the fingers from her hair, his hand slithers over the alabaster skin of her back, snaking down between her legs to push her faster to keep up with him, two fingers rubbing quick, shallow circles against slick hot skin urging her orgasm to keep up with the one he's already building.

they know each other so well. it takes no effort for her to meet his rhythm before he's even realized he's set it and the clarion cacophony of his and hers vocalizations of the pleasure they both have been missing so sorely over the past week is further a driving force. of course she asks him to talk to her, she always does and it's never a coherent response, but he always tries. ]

baby, you feel so good, so tight and wet for me. i love you. god, i love you so much.

[ the words aren't strung together in a neat sentence package with a pretty little bow on top, instead tumbling clumsily from his lips between the low, raspy sonant pleasure that comes on the heels of a hissed gasp of breath. they're panted with passion and building exhaustion, because he's not out of practice, but he is, just the same. they're dirty and wanton, but every copulation is filled to the brim with deep affection and unbridled love that maybe it's not so dirty after all. their baby was conceived in the throes of that passion they share for one another and their love culminating in the birth of another life to supplement their small family feels like the perfect end of their freedom, so much so that he feels like he isn't actually going to miss it in their transition from lovers to parents.]

i'm getting close already, baby, do you want me to slow down?

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( lydia knows all the more desperately they chase and chase after that release, that need for one another, that it’ll only exhaust them before they have a moment to fully appreciate the pleasure being given, being taken. but she can’t help it, can’t help the stuttered gasps that leave her lips, the way muffled little pleas drift through with her tone; she doesn’t want him to stop, doesn’t want him to give her a chance to catch her breath now that he’s taken it, now that her own sweet edge has already begun to dig up that familiar heat within her abdomen. it’d be all too effortless to give in to it, what with his knowing fingers rubbing maddening circles along her clit, edging up against the bundle of nerves just as she needed it to push her further, but she wants to hold onto this little niche of a high they’d found for all it was worth.

it takes her a moment to register the words, the duvet left in knots within her fists, and though her body wishes nothing more than for his hips to keep snapping against hers, she manages to drag her nails in a light tread along the forearm tucked between her legs, her own hips lessening their urgency back against him. she wants him to find that relief, wants to feel him tremble and break apart as his warm cum coats her, but she hasn’t had nearly enough of him, she still needs so much more. that touch finds the lower of his abdomen, gentle enough to indicate for him to hold on, that she didn’t want him to let go just yet. )

draw it out, baby. let me feel you.

( and with that she takes the initiative to pull her own hips away, slowly, lusciously letting him slip out of her inch by inch til his tip only teases her heat – and then she’s sinking him down inside of her once more, back arching with ass propped out to appreciate him properly, panting out a delicate moan. pressing her hair off to the side she looks back to him, color deep in her cheeks with mouth agape as she pulls back again, fluttering in an attempt at a steady inhale. )

[ she's right; of course she is. she always is. derek doesn't want to slow down, but she makes him and the torture of the slow burn in his groin is just as delicious as it is agonizing. he takes the chance, though, to catch his breath, the hand between her legs still working two fingers in circles over her, but he lightens the pressure; slows his rhythm. if he has to draw it out, then so does his fiancee.

after a moment, he's able to pick up the pace that lydia's forced to override his much faster, rougher one, and he continues it with a little more ease. low growling moans tickle the air in the wake of hissing breaths and the force with which he thrusts himself into her even as he maintains the slower speed.

she looks beautiful when her face gets flushed mid-coitus, he's always thought so, and so he gives her a lazy, satisfied smile and tells her so, his hips moving in slow, rough pumps against and into her. ]

i love you so much...look at you, i'm the luckiest — [ another moan surprises him, makes itself heard when he's mid-sentence and he picks up again once the vocal interruption has passed. ] — man alive, you're so beautiful. you're so perfect, you're so perfect, baby...

[ It's an odd thing to to be so excited about shopping together, yet Chuck finds that she is. So much so that's it's hard to hold it inside of her little body. (Almost as hard as it it not to reach over and grasp his hand.) But there's something painfully wonderful about doing something like this together. Even if it's only to replace a threadbare towel or two. They are doing it together.

Together is still a wonderfully new and exciting concept in her brain. One that leaves a kind of lovestruck smile on her face every time her eyes glance in his direction. Really, she might just be fifteen all over again. Except she never felt this way over a guy at fifteen. Maybe this is making up for something lost. ]

Have you felt this one? It's so soft, like wrapping up in a cloud. If it was possible to wrap up in a cloud. Is it possible? [ She pulls her cheek away from the soft touch of the towel, turning her attention firmly to Ned. As if he might know the definite answer on the subject. ]

[ The Pie Maker knows a great deal of things, about a variety of subjects, but unfortunately, most of Ned's skills fall into the category of culinary skills or Star Wars, little else. Towel shopping? Of course he's replaced towels, but it was never an ordeal. But Chuck had insisted the towels be perfect, and who was Ned to deny her?

Especially when she's smiling like that, all brightness, and Ned almost forgets she's said something at first, a half-dopey smile on his face. ]

O-oh! Towels. Clouds. Right. Unlikely to wrap up in a cloud, them being cold vapor and all but... we can pretend? [ He reaches to rest his hand on one side of the towel, just above where hers surely rests under neath. ] It's soft.

[not interested in 4 or 5. Ask first for smut, please. Cross-canon welcome and encouraged]

[m/f and established cr only for smut; m/f or canonmates for shippy, please.]

[ canon or AU setting is fine, can be aged up if preferred ]

Fuck you. Just... [Grabbing a pillow, Bree aims it at Nick's head. It's closely followed by another...and then another. Thankfully, they're in the bedroom and not down in the kitchen where she could be hurling glasses instead.]

Who the hell gave you the right to...I had it handled!

[He dodges, well save that last pillow snuck in there. He usually would laugh it off, but right now he wasn't in a playful mood.] You did not. That guy had his hands all over you.

And? [It wasn't like it was the first time some asshole in a bar had gotten handsy. And honestly, it probably wasn't the last time.]

That gave you the right to practically tear his head off? I could have gotten rid of him. I was just about to before you swooped in.

Hey! He's lucky he got his hands still. And he's breathing. [Because really, it was normal protectiveness right? It couldn't be that he was jealous because he wanted her. Not at all.]

[Absolutely. They were...they had been friends since they were kids. Just cause Antonio thought they'd be good together, that...that hadn't meant anything. Right?]

Why do you even care so much?

[Look how eloquent Nick is about to be.]

Because.

[Oh so very eloquent.]

Because isn't a reason! Because doesn't give you the right to come charging in there, playing alpha male.

Yes it does.

[He muttered because really how else could he answer that. A way that didn't sound like he was possessive over something that wasn't his. FInally he was either about to get his ass kicked from here to hell and back, or she'd be forgiving.]

Because....

[He just walked over to her then and just kissed her hard.]

[There's a moment where she pauses, where she wonders just what the hell is going on. Sure, she and Nick have fooled around. And yeah, they've ended up in each other's beds before. But that wasn't...it didn't mean anything...

Not like...

This was different. It felt different. Could it be, were her and Nick supposed to be like Clay and Elena. Mated. Together.

Guess there was only one way to find out. She kissed him back.]

[You have no idea how relieved he is she was kissing him back, and not kicking his ass. Yet anyway.

His body pressed against hers as he deepened the kiss. There was a desire there he never let her feel before. Maybe it had been fighting what his father wanted. There was no denying however Nick was wanting the same thing.]

[In some way, she wondered if they hadn't both been fighting it. It just seemed so convenient, the two of them. As if Jeremy and Antonio had been planning it this whole time.

And maybe they had. But this time, they weren't wrong.

Pulling back, just a bit, she looked up at Nick. And for the first time she was unsure of what to say.]

So...uh...what happens now?

[Talking was strange, only because he didn't know what to actually say. He wasn't the serious type usually so this was whole new territory for him.]

I don't know. What do you think?

What do I think? I think I have no idea what is going on. One minute we're...and now...

Everything changes from here on out, Nick. If we...if we embrace this, then it's all going to be different...

[Wolves mated for life. For the two of them to...it was no small thing. This would be a major commitment. For both of them.]

I know that.

[After fighting it so long, to give in now was a huge ass step to even consider. Would she feel it was worth it to take this step with him?]

Would you even want that?

[Because if she didn't he would force what he felt away. He'd try to give her space then. Knowing him he'd vanish for a bit.]

Would you?

[She did. She wasn't sure how she hadn't realized it before now, but she did. She wanted to be with Nick -- to give all of herself to him as his mate.]

[He didn't even stop and think, not even a minute of hesitation. What had happened tonight had rang in his head loud and clear. He wanted her as his mate. God damn his father would be gleeful if he were still around.]

Yeah.

Me too.

[God, if Antonio was still around, she had no doubt there would be some celebrating tonight -- he and Jeremy pouring whatever scotch they had saved for this day.]

[As it is Jeremy would pour two glasses and toast it to Antonio's memory over this. Nick smirked a little then.]

You are insane then.

No more than you. [She moves back to him, laying her head against his shoulder.]

Well that's common knowledge for everyone.

[He gave a light playful chuckle and nuzzled her neck. He breathed her in.]

Guess this means I should get used to your alpha male routine, hmm? [She grins at the nuzzle and moves to return it.]

Oh yeah. You definitely should because you thought it was bad before?

Oh god... [She's a bit concerned, cause she's seen Nick when he didn't feel he had a claim. Not that she belonged to him...well...it was just better no other guys even looked at her.

Laughing, she shakes her head.]

[Please like she won't go all wolfy on any woman sniffing his way. Things will get a little interesting.]

I'll try to behave.

[Pffft. No. Never.

And by never, she means always. If a skank or two goes missing, surely no one will miss them.]

I'll hold you to that. [As she kisses his nose.] Think we should tell the others. Or just wait til they figure it out.

We'll let them figure it out. Do we really want them all making abig deal about it? Especially Jeremy.

No. We let Jeremy know about this and he's gonna start talking about little feet pattering through Stonehaven.

[ Good with most numbers, except Committed #s 6, 18, 19, 26 and not interested in anything under Other. ]

[ OOC would love cross canon shenanigans, or even other Marvel muses? Cast-mates are awesome as well. ]

{{ooc: Good with most numbers, no smut, but down for fluff if it comes to it!}}

[Well, she has a history with men from circuses...? Houseguest maybe? Wanna come stay during/after a BoP team up/crossover/~~probable injury~~?]

[ That all sounds good to me. :) ]

It had been Lady Blackhawk to bring him back to the Clocktower after he'd taken a nasty blow from Killer Crock during his team up with her operatives. "I couldn't just leave him there, Skipper! Look at him!"

Barbara suspected it was Zinda's maternal instincts kicking in (well, she was technically born in 1920, so... She was older than everyone). A mama Hawk unable to leave a wounded... Hawkling? Who knows. Whatever it was, it left Barbara with a houseguest for the night, at least, now that she'd seen to his first aid.

"I'll get the guest room ready for you. It's a little cluttered with some spare tech bits and stuff."

Filed under "and stuff:" a martial arts practice dummy, a framed poster for Haley's Circus (not hung), several sets of escrima sticks, 3 Black Canary dolls in different outfits (mint, still in box). At least the tech stuff was neatly organized in storage boxes.

[If that doesn't work, lemme know]

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The Playing House Domestic Shipping Meme.

Darcy Lewis | MCU | OTA

bedelia du maurier | hannibal

sakura matou | fate/ ( ota )

Sugawara Koushi | Haikyuu!! | M/M

Waver Velvet | Fate Zero

Nanoha Takamachi | Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha | OTA (F/F leaning)

lydia martin, teen wolf. m/f

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committed #30, if that's all right? let me know if not and I'll change/tweak

i'm perfectly okay with it!

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in the process of switching up my icons, so bare with me on that front :*

no worries! i'm too busy being jealous of the imagery in your responses to notice icons :P

oh my gosh nonsense! your writing seems to flow so effortlessly, its so easy to sink into.

awww thank you! :)

ofc love! I've also never really interacted with a derek so <3

oh wow, really? I love Derek and Lydia interaction and there's never enough on the show.

yes really! i'm sort of getting into it a little too much, haha.

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lydias mood seems to have taken over all threads.

haha geez lydia see how you are?

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ned | pushing daisies

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Takashi Natsume | Natsume Yuujinchou | OTA

derek hale 🐾 teen wolf 🐾 m/f

Scott Summers [Cyclops] | X-Men Movieverse | OTA

Chelsea "Chess" Nox {The Cheshire Cat || OUAT OC} F/M

jade | kinnikuman nisei | ota

Natasha Romanoff | MCU

mina murray | dracula untold

stiles stilinski ✘ teen wolf ✘ ota

Yazoo//FF7 Advent Children//OTA

Fuu | Samurai Champloo | OTA

Nick Sorrentino » Bitten

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Elena Fisher | Uncharted | F/M

Apollo | The Authority | m/m

Karen Page | Daredevil | Female for Male