#WAIT SHIT I FUCKED UP TOAST'S EYE COLOR

[feathered-moths-ablaze]

The scugs sure do be gaying

[tan1shere]

Naked

Billie Eilish x female reader !

A/n: this is for this post ! I hope this is good with what I can do babe !! <33

Summary: you had to shop for a wedding, but distractions, distractions. Distractions.

Warnings: soft dom billie, smut, public sex kinda ?? Mirror sex ???

Masterlist

Weddings had been a thing recently, and this was a special one. Finneas and Claudia's big day. You were obviously Claudia's bridesmaid, and nothing about this wedding is at all traditional which is what you loved about them. Claudia has a color theme and has let the bridesmaids pick their own dresses. Billie is on Finns side and she was so happy.

Few weeks earlier

"This is so exciting, I still can't believe it's a few months away." You beam, taking a sip of your drink. "We wanted to ask you both something." You and Billie nod for her to continue, when Finneas speaks up. "Billie, I want you to be my best m- woman?" Billies eyes widened. "Really?" He nods. "Why so surprised it was always going to happen." He says as she flies into his arms for a hug. "I just figured since I am female I'd be on Claudia's side." - "I knew you wouldn't mind being on the mens side." Billies face was filled with so much joy. "And Y/n." Claudia begins. "Would you do the honors of being one of my bridesmaids?" You nod vigorously. "Yes ofcourse!"

You all have a drink to toast the occasion, all happy and excited for this wedding.

"Should I go with a black suit or spice things up?" She contemplates outloud. "Did Finn say anything specific?" She shakes her head. "Whatever you think babe, you'll look hot and powerful either way." You smile at her as she smirks. "Yeah?" The color scheme was golds and browns. So either a gold or brown dress for you. As you browse you see this lovely in between color, it was absolutely perfect. You grab it going to go try it on. Meanwhile, Billie had found a few suits. "I'm so excited and so glad he asked."

You laugh a little. "You're his family ofcourse he would." Once it was on, you go out and into the stall next to you, the one Billie was in. You make sure that she isn't exposed as you open the curtain, spotting her in the pants and the white shirt that's loosely on her. She looked so good. "Wow.." You say from behind her, causing her to turn around. She looks at you, up and down. "Shit." She then says. "That fits you, really. Really well." She says trailing off. You blush and push her arm to get her focused again. "Put all of yours on I wanna see."

She does turning around and getting your reaction. "You look so good, how will I be able to resist on the night." She chuckles. "I could say the exact same thing for you because fuck. Oh wait I just had the perfect idea!" She then says leaving you in there. You stand there dumbfounded. But she comes back soon after with a tie in hand, almost identical to your dress color. You smile wide as she goes to put it on. "Uh-huhhh." She says proudly. "Matching." You smile at her enthusiasm.

"We do look good." You say standing next to her. She looks at you through the mirror. "You look so yum." She breathes. Her choice of wording makes you stiffen, feeling your cheeks heat up. "Billie." You blush more. She looks around for a moment, pulling the curtain across. Grabbing the stools that were in there and putting them against it so it would stay put. "What're you-" You question but her lips are on yours, hands on your waist. They move lower to your thighs. Letting her right hand move under the slit of your dress. You pull back out of breath.

Kissin and touchin when we in public.

"Are you nuts?" You then say wide eyed. "For you in this dress, hell yeah." She leans in for another kiss but you put your finger to her lips. "Baby, we are in public!" She smirks down at your worry. "Probably best you keep quiet this time then." Your eyebrow raises. "I sense a challenge within that statement." She shrugs, a smug look on her face. "I'm not that loud!" You whisper yell. Her head just tilts as you say that. "Babe, the neighbors know my name and I don't even know theirs." You roll your eyes.

I know you love it.

"Uhmm, your pretty well known that could be why?" She tries not to laugh. "Shes a little old lady. She don't know me baby." You glare at her. "If you don't think you can be quiet we can just wait til we get home or even in the car-" "Nah nah nah, I see what you're doing." She smirks again. "Is it working?"She asks. You grab her by the collar. "Yes." She kisses you back almost instantly as your lips crash back onto hers. Everything was heated but you had to remember to stay quiet, and the fact that you were in public. "Think you can do it?" She smirks, going to kiss your neck.

You breathe out when She does. "Yup." She spins you around in her arms, getting you to look in the mirror. Her hand sliding to your exposed thigh, moving that hand up. Further. And further. Till her finger was dipping past your underwear and straigh to your entrance. As a finger dips in, her lips go to your ear. Whispering. "I just wanna see you naked." She was making this harder for you to stay quiet. You bite your lip suppressing any noise that could slip. "Good girl, stay quiet. You got it." She whispers again.

That pussy feels like, droptop in the rain.

Her hot breath driving you mental as her finger quickens it's pace. "Bills.." You whisper, she knows you're struggling to handle it. "Dont crack now." Your hand grips her arm tightly. Wanting to curse so badly. Your head lulls back on her shoulder as her fingers deepen. Your head spins, trying extra hard to stay silent. "God." You mumble, it was getting trickier as someone was heard in the stall next to you. "Didn't know that was one of the nicknames you called me." She whispers again, but abruptly stopping when you arch your back. Your ass, poking into her.

She lets out a sharp breath into your ear. You didn't do it on purpose, but she wanted to push you further. Her thumb slips in aswel, heading straight for that button that when is pressed sends you feral. Your clit. Your head lifts back up to look at her through the mirror silently pleading for her to ease up. She circles it firmly, causing your mouth to hang open. She was down right nefarious. And she wasn't stopping till you had her hand dripping with her work. Your head spins as she speeds up both movements. Moving her other hand up to your neck.

She wraps her hand around it loosely, but as soon as you arch your back again she tightens that same hand as a warning. Was she the one going to break and make a noise? You kinda wanted to test it. But as you go to, that grip tightens more around your throat. You bite your lip, harder this time. And silently you give her a look in the mirror that you wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. That just makes her speed up, to get you to that sweet release. She cups your pussy as you eventually cum. Making sure there was no evidence. She slowly pulls them out, bringing them to her lips. You really were yum. She straightens out your dress again, fixing your hair too.

"These are the ones." She says.

[hzbinnerdlover]

Early morning sickness

(Content warning this is a snz kink fic, you have been warned. Also hope you enjoy this is my first one here.)

Vox came into the kitchen and stretched out, wearing his shark tshirt and matching shark patterned pj pants, immediately going for his coffee pot and turning it on. "Jesus, really can't function without my coffee" *stretching again he waits while looking through things on his phone, checking the news, latest things happening in town, etc.

"Seems like the same normal shit around here, who coulda guessed that?" Rolling his eyes he sighs as he keeps scrolling, picking up his coffee cup the moment the coffee was done and pouring it in, taking a long sip as he does so.

THUMP!

Vox jumps a bit, nearly dropping the beverage and blinking at the loud sound. "The fuck-?"

He glances down the hallway, thinking he heard it from the bedroom. Immediately ye starts walking down towards it and pokes his head inside, seeing a large blanket lump on the ground. "Val...? That you in there?", only a loud groan cake in response, earning an eyeroll from Vox.

"Jesus Val, quit fucking around and get up. We have a meeting today", without giving him a chance to speak he heads back to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Soon the scent of toast wavered in the air as he munched upon the food, hearing a pair of loud footsteps enter. "Fucking finally, about time you got up and-", stopping mid-sentence he blinks and looks at the state of the moth.

Valentino had plopped onto the table rather tiredly, eyes carrying heavy bags underneath and face all flushed, his nose a bit blotchy in color as he groaned, and keeping a large blanket wrapped around him as he gave a shiver.

"Ugh....what time is that stupid meeting again?", he gives a sniffle as he sits up and rubs his eyes.

Vox immediately rushed over and cupped his cheeks. "Fuck Val- what's going on with you? Are you okay? You look exhausted..." The moth whined a bit as he shook his head. "Not so loud Voxie....I barely slept last night. Caught some weird bug or something...."

"A bug? Like...you're sick or something?" He then realizes how warm he felt and feels his forehead. "Christ you're running a fever. Why didn't you wake me up? I could've gotten you some medicine of some shit. Fuck Val..."

"I didn't wanna wake you. You get cranky when woken up and I didn't wanna deal with...d-deal with your cranky ass...heh...", he pulls away from Vox suddenly, burying his mouth and nose under the blanket he was wrapped in. "Sh'uu! Sks'huu! H-H'ishuu!" A few stifled sneezes make their way as he sniffles and groans. Vox gently pats his shoulder. "Bless you, and you can forget that meeting. We're staying home and you're going right back to bed." An annoyed whine came out of the moth.

"But you promised to get take out afterwards. Can't we just try?" He gives a sniffle as he coughs back into the blanket, sounding rather rough as he groans.

Vox shook his head as he took Val's arm gently. "I'll order some later for delivery okay? But we gotta get you back in bed." Carefully he brings Val up and starts pulling him towards the bedroom. "Easy now, okay? I gotcha." Too tired to resist Val only nodded in response, walking with him down the hall and leaning slightly onto him. Once in the bedroom he collapses onto the mattress and crawls to his pillow, getting all comfy.

"Mmm thanks Voxie...", sniffling loudly he curls up under his blanket and coughs again. "Its so cold. Why is it so- I'PSHUU!!!!" He leans forward into the sneeze, feeling a major itch inside.

"Shit- Val? You okay there?", Vox asked rather worried. The tired pimp only responded with hitching breathing, sitting up as he leaves against his pillow and the bedframe as he attempts to respond with words, "Y-Yeah- fine. J-Just, need to- Heh-" Leaning forward he starts going into a fierce sneezing fit.

"Heck'shuuuu!! I-Ip'shuuu!! Ack'shuuuu!!! Heh-Het'chieeeew!!! HET'CHUUUU!!!!"

Groaning softly as he gives a damp sniffle he looks away, face flushed from his fever and a bit of embarrassment. "Sorry....scuse me mi amor."

Vox's heart melted a bit at the sight, wishing he could make his lover feel better right away as he shook his head. "Bless you, don't worry about it hon. You can't exactly help it"

"I know dat", he sniffles again and sighs, feeling his congestion taking over and his nose run. "Seriously?" He grunts a bit as he starts rubbing his nose with the blanket, making Vox wince a bit. "Val hold on- shit- where did I put the tissues?" Immediately he rushes to the bathroom and grabs a box of tissues, heading back to his partner as he plucks a couple out. "Here, use these. It'll be much more comfortable for your nose there."

Val immediately snatches the tissues from him and starts mopping up the mess from his face. "Ugh...thanks. That does help a bit" Wiping himself clean he tosses them towards rhe trashcan, missing as they fall onto the floor. "Uuuuuugh seriously?" Rubbing his eyes he coughs again and looks away. "Okay I'm in bed. You can go now", he says in a rather cold tone as he lays back down. Vox blinks confused as he does so and shakes his head.

"And why would I do that?", he asked rather offended. "I told you I'd take care of you didn't I?"

Val scoffs and rolls eyes. "Yeah, after I had to fucking tell you I was sick asshole. Didn't seem to give much of a shit when I was on the floor this morning"

Vox opens his mouth to refute but blinks, knowing Val had him there. "Fuck....well I didn't know okay? Look. I wanna help you Val, you know I worry about you." He reaches out and caresses the moth's shoulder. "Cause I love you dork."

Val shakes his head and pushes his hand off. "Dumbass. You aren't worried you'll get sick too?! You always have more work than me! Besides I know I'm just another problem for you to deal wi- AK'HUUU!!!" Turning away he sneezes again and groans. "Fucking christ. Anyway, why would- H-Hit'shuuu! You even- ACK'CHEEEW! Care if I'm- HI'ZZUUUH!!! Sick at all?! Heh....heh..." He shakes his head a bit as the last of the itch held itself there. "Oh come on....heh...heh...", Desperately his hands start searching the bed for the tissues to conceal his face in, only finding it was too late. "H-HEH'SHUUUUUU!!!!" He bends forward in the sneeze, feeling a soft feeling pressed against his nose as he did so. Blinking slight tears in his eyes from rhe fit he looks over and sees Vox, realizing he had pressed a tissue to his face and caught the sneeze. Vox gives a small smile to the moth.

"Like I said, cause I love you dork. And I don't wanna see you miserable." He gently starts to wipe Val's nose for him. "Now, was that the last of them?"

Val blushed a little at the gesture, secretly liking the feeling of being cared for like this. "Yeah yeah, I think thats- A'zzuu! Eck'zuu! Heh...HET'CHOO!!!" Sniffling into the now damp tissue Val groans softly, the tv demon slightly wincing as he calmly wiped up the rest of mess. "Ugh....sorry...", Val replied rather tiredly.

Vox shook his head. "No worries darling, gesundheit." Tossing the damp tissue aside he grabs a couple fresh ones and puts them to Val's nose. "Blow, nice and big now." Val simply nods and does as he's told, giving a heavy wet blow into the tissues.

"There ya go, good boy", carefully he wipes his nose clean again and smiles. "Now lay back down okay? Imma get you some medicine" he lays Val back down into the bed and tucks him in, setting the tissue box next to him knowing he was gonna need them. "I'll be right back." Val nods in reply as he snuggles under the covers, tiredly mumbling, "I love you Voxie..." Vox chuckles as he kisses the top of his head. "I love you too Val..." He then starts heading to the kitchen and looking through the medicine cabinet when he feels something off, blinking as a sudden irritation hits him like a truck. "Heh.....HEZZUUH!!!" Blinking another moment he groans and facepalms.

"Motherfucker-"

[asexual-spongebob]

wail the siren incorrect quotes. 😭

Keef: *about Zim and Dib* They make a cute couple, huh?  Skoodge: They certainly are standing next to each other.

Zim: Look at me straight in the eyes and tell me the truth, Dib!

Dib: You can’t expect me to look into your eyes and be straight.

Dib: The stars are so beautiful...

Zim: They're just giant balls of gas.

Dib: You know what, if you're just going to ruin this, then-

Zim: And yet none of them are as huge as my love for you.

Dib: Oh...

Keef: Why do you look like that?  Zim, laying face-first on the floor: Like what?  Keef: Like you’re dead.  Zim: It’s because I’m dying. Leave me here to perish.  Skoodge: Zim accidentally called Dib “babe” in front of everyone today.  Zim: *sobs into the floor*

Keef: *sees Dib and Zim together*  Keef: They're cute. I would put them on a boat.  Skoodge: You mean... you ship them?

Gaz: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.  Tak: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.  Gaz: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??  Tak: Is it working?

Gaz: Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt.  Tak: Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks I don't want to hear shit.

Tak: I’m in love with you.  Gaz: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork.  Tak: I know.  Gaz: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

Tak: Fight me!  Gaz: *gets on one knee and pulls out a ring*  Gaz: Fight me for the rest of our lives.

Tenn : Are you sure Keef’s going to be able to handle that IKEA furniture? They’re not very good with technical stuff…  Skoodge: Why are you worried? IKEA was never complicated; these days, it’s even easier! Everything’s color coded, numbered, and there’s even an assembly robot option to make it even easier for Keef, which we’ve obviously opted in for. All they need to do is press the clearly labeled ON button, scan the QR code on the front of the box, and it’ll take care of the rest. Even a monkey could do it!  *Skoodge’s phone rings*  Keef: Hey, so I’m at Lowes…  Tenn : …  Tenn : I should have gone with the monkey.

Zim: Dib kissed me!  Keef : Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!  Zim: It was unbelievable!  Keef : Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!  Skoodge : Okay, we wanna hear everything. Keef , get the wine and unplug the phone. Zim, does this end well or do we need tissues?  Zim: Oh, it ended very well.  Keef : Do not start without me! Do not start without me!  Skoodge : Okay, alright, let’s hear about the kiss. Was it a soft brush against your lips or was it like a, you know, “I gotta have you now” kind of thing?  Zim: Well, at first it was really intense, you know? And then, oh God, and then we just sort of sunk into it.  Skoodge : Ohh... So, okay, were they holding you? Or were their hands on your back?  Zim: First they started out on my waist and then they slid up and then they were in my hair.  Keef and Skoodge: Ohhh.  *meanwhile*  Dib eating pizza in their house: And, uh, and then I kissed them.  Tenn: Tongue?  Dib: Yeah.  Gaz : Cool.

Keef : What time is it?  Skoodge : I don’t know; pass me that saxophone and we’ll find out  Skoodge : *Plays sax loudly and extremely out of tune*  Tenn: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE AT TWO IN THE MORNING  Skoodge : It’s 2 am

Mimi: You know, I'm starting to regret showing you how that blender works.  Gir, drinking toast: Why do you say that?

Zim, tending to Dib's wounds: How would you rate your pain?  Dib: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend.

Dib: Crushes are the worst. Whenever I’m near mine, I start acting stupid.

Zim: You always act stupid.

Zim: Wait.

Zim: Goodnight to the love of my life, Dib, and fuck the rest of y'all.

Gaz about Dib: he’s going to go jump in the water and cry now.

[cillianmurphysdimples]

Good old fashioned "about me" survey, not that anyone is interested...

name:: Kelly

nickname:: Kells

how old are you:: 35

zodiac sign:: Pisces

current location:: Coventry, England

eye color:: Green

hair color:: Brown

hair type:: Thick & Curly

hieght:: 5ft 2in

your heritage:: English & Irish

what's your middle name:: Louise

shoes you wore today:: Primark trainers

your fear:: My children being taken or dying

have you ever ridden a mechanical bull:: No!

do you want to:: No!

goal you would like to achieve this year:: I achieved them in August - own home for me and the boys & a sensory room for the boys

first thought when you wake up:: What time is it?

best physical feature:: To me? Eyes.

who is your bestest friend:: My little sister

when is your bedtime:: I go up when my boys do, so around 7pm. But I don't sleep til 10ish

your most cherished memory:: Births of my boys & the last day I spent with my Granddad

pepsi or coke:: Coke - Cherry Coke if it's available

mc dondalds or burgerking:: Neither these days, but Maccies before

single or group dates:: Single

what is the last song you sang:: "sang" haha! Erm, it was probably "Oró, Sé Do Bheatha 'Bhaile" with my 5 year old (he sings 'oh let's go to the gruffalo island')

does playing the guitar make a girl/guy more attractive:: Yes, sometimes.

what is your biggest pet peeve:: Noisy eaters!

do you drink:: Alcohol? One or two a week. I don't like nausea, and have addicts in the family, so I don't drink much on purpose

ever been drunk:: Twice

do you smoke:: Occasionally cigarettes, but I vape frequently

do you "SMOKE":: Weed? No

do you sing:: I can't, but I do

what color underwear do you have on:: Black

do you want to go to college:: I did - CACHE CCE 2 and Diploma HSC 3

have you ever been in love:: Briefly

do you want to get married:: No!

do you believe in yourself:: No, learned fairly quickly I'm a piece of shit

do you believe in others:: Some people

do you like thunderstorms:: I fucking love them!

do you play an instrument:: I can play The Lord's Prayer on piano, but that's your lot!

what do you want to be when you grow up:: I achieved it - I wanted to be a mum. I was also the deputy manager of a Nursing Home before I had my children which was amazing

what country would you like to visit:: I just want to go back to Ireland 💚

how many CD's do you own:: None now

how many DVD's do you own:: Around 450 last count (a few years ago) so maybe 470 now?

how many tattoos do you have:: 8

how many piercings do yo have:: None now, but I had ears, left labret, right eyebrow, and both sides of my nose X2 until I was around 28

how many things in the past do you regret:: Yeah, a few things.

FAVORITES

shoes:: Chunky soles - trainers, ankle boots or sandles

radio station:: I don't listen anymore

drink:: Caramel latte, Cherry Coke, monster mango loco

car:: None

place:: Cootehill, Co Cavan, Ireland 💙

song:: Angeles - Jensen Ackles and Lemon 7s - A Lazarus Soul and Scorn Not His Simplicity - Luke Kelly

movie:: Four Weddings and a Funeral and On The Edge

moment:: When my boys were born

color:: Variations of blue

meal:: Toast and proper butter!

IN A GUY/GIRL

favorite eye color:: Doesn't matter

favorite hair color:: Doesn't matter

short or long hair:: Longer - just not cropped in dead short, but then it's their hair so they can do what they like

height:: Doesn't matter

body type:: Literally does not matter!

does ethnicity matter:: Doesn't matter

piercings:: Whatever

tattoos:: Whatever

MORE

do you think you are attractive:: Fuck no - I have a flat nose, epicanthic folds, I'm fat, I'm waiting to have my shitty teeth removed, and my boobs are bigger than my head. I am gross.

are you attracted to someone who does not know it:: No they knew it but they were engaged. We talked for a while then he felt guilty so we stopped.

would you like to be someones fantasy:: Ha I never would be so it's moot

do you kiss with your eyes closed or open:: It's been 5 years since I kissed anyone who who the fuck knows?!

a little or a lot of tongue:: Little

older or younger:: I don't mind - my kids dad was 2 years younger, my last interest was 3 years older

lights on/lights off or candle light:: Doesn't matter

do you like to cuddle after:: Depends on what kinda sex we'd had

do you like to cuddle in general:: I'm not physically affectionate on the whole. Makes me uncomfortable. I like sofa cuddles watching TV though.

RIGHT NOW

what is todays date:: November 7th

what time is it:: 7.25pm

who are you thinking of:: Cillian's eyes look good in this film (Aloft)

what are you listening to:: Aloft film

do you love someone:: As in 'in love'? No.

does someone love you:: My children, I think! Probably my siblings, and Mum and Step Dad.

is it raining:: Mizzling

are you happy:: In general, not really, I'm fairly neutral

[drangeax]

To know you like the back of my hand

Pairing: Terra/Aqua

Rating: M

Word Count: 8,140

Chapter 2: Cuerpo

Summary: Nevertheless, he knew restraint, or at least he thought he did until the dreams began...

Read on AO3

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It was torture—that moment, the kiss...it was pure torture. It awakened something in Terra that he didn’t know he could feel. The warmth of her hands, how she fit perfectly in his arms as if meant to be. His heart pounded whenever he remembered it.

As the days passed, every look, every conversation strayed his mind back to the moment. Surely hers did as well. His stolen glances often met hers across the dinner table, eyes inviting—daring him to act upon those hidden feelings and desires. Her lips asked to be kissed and tasted again, and the naked skin of her shoulders beckoned for his touch. Terra wanted more than to oblige and honor the request. 

Nevertheless, he knew restraint, or at least he thought he did until the dreams began.

Of her fair skin and blue hair contrasting against the dull sheets of his bed. Of her long and toned legs curled around his waist as her nails ran along his back, marking him. Of her sweet lips, whispering his name like an intimate prayer. Terra, Terra. Of desires—hot and raw—playing out between moans and gasps. Animalistic. Fast. Loud. Skin against skin, making a sound.

 "Terra…" she whispered. 

"Terra!" she moaned.

He jolted awake, drenched in sweat, his body hot and throbbing, ready for action he couldn't have. It was a mere trick of his mind, a dream in an attempt to satisfy him. Shit. He opened a window and lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Stars, why? The heat was getting to him quickly despite the cool night air filling his room. His body ached in that familiar way Aqua caused him to lately, and blood had certainly rushed to unwanted places. Fuck. He tried to dismiss his wild fantasy, but in the end, frustrated and restless, he yielded to the need.

That morning he barely made it through breakfast, biting into half a toast before his mind defaulted to his dreams, and he choked. Aqua shot him a puzzling look before focusing on her oatmeal, a secret smile on her lips. She knew. She’d effectively read his mind somehow. How did she manage to haunt his dreams and every thought like that?

If only Ventus had not wandered into the library that night.

***

Ventus stared up at the star-studded sky, his eyes widening at a meteor shower that lit up the night. “Wait,” he said, turning to Terra, “so if every star out there is a world, then that means somewhere, someone is looking at the sky right now, and…we're just another star in their sky?” His voice was tinged with disappointment.

Terra snapped out of his thoughts. Ventus had a knack for asking a million questions in a minute. He always tried to answer them to the best of his ability. “In theory, yes," he replied

“Then that means we’re really not that important—

Aqua sighed, her gaze shifting from the sky to Ventus. “Ven, don’t think about it too much."

“But Aqua…”   

“Sometimes it's best not to dwell on things. Otherwise, life would be unbearable.” She shivered as the cold night air set in, rubbing her arms for warmth. “It’s the same with dreams. We can look for hidden meanings, but in the end, they’re just…dreams.”

Dreams. Terra leaned forward, his fantasies fresh and dancing in the back of his mind. He wanted to say: I disagree—they mean something to me. I want you in the oldest and most primal of ways that could cross anyone’s mind…But he couldn’t, or rather he wouldn’t. Even if Ventus wasn’t present.

“I guess,” Ventus said, a bit discouraged.

Aqua frowned, a little crease forming between her eyebrows. It made her look older. “Ven…is this about the one with the weird town again?” 

Ventus shook his head. “It was here in the Grand Hall. The long table was set up—you know, the one we never use—and it was decorated with your colors and trimmings, all neat and stuff,” Ventus said, turning to Aqua and then to Terra. “You're both masters finally, and there’s this huge feast with a lot of friends. Also, there was cake. Really good cake.”

Master, was the title worth it? A life of sole devotion to protecting the worlds, of spending their lives apart from each other. Terra stole a glance at Aqua behind Ventus. She looked pensive, pondering the boy’s words. How did she feel about it? Was it something she really looked forward to? He’d never asked. All he knew was that it was their dream, apparently.

“Ven, that sounds like something you made up,” Terra joked, trying to lighten the mood. He didn’t want to spend their last days together like this. “Now that I look at it, your nose does look longer…”

Ventus gasped, his hands flying to his nose warily. “Lies! I would never lie about cake.”

Terra raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really? What about the time you ate the last two pieces and blamed it on me?”

“How could you? She didn’t know!” Ventus said, frantically waving his arms.

Aqua chuckled. “Ven, it was obvious. You left the plate on your desk.”

“But Terra could’ve left it there.”

“He doesn’t eat sweets,” Aqua pointed out.

“Not fair. You always got his back.”

“Because I trust him,” Aqua said. “It comes with time,” she added, playfully pinching the boy’s cheeks as he squirmed. Terra smiled at her words. He trusted her as well.

“Ahhh, stop bullying me!”

He ruffled Ventus’ hair. “Never. Not even when you turn thirty."

The three of them spent the next half an hour in cheerful banter until Ventus eventually asked another question. "Okay, but seriously. Have you guys had any weird dreams recently? Like the one about the town that I keep having over and over.”

“I had one like that,” Aqua said, her gaze drifting toward the castle. “It’s odd and senseless. There’s nothing, and it's dark. I wander alone for what feels like an eternity, and there’s no escape, no matter how hard I look…”

"And what?" Ventus looked at her expectantly. “Aqua…?”

She lowered her gaze briefly before facing Ventus. “It’s nothing, Ven. Just a silly dream,” she said with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

“Seems more like a nightmare to me,” Terra said, leaning back. “Stop reading murder mysteries before bedtime.” Or that other stuff. He smirked. “Actually, can I borrow Dark Dealings?"

“What’s that?” Ventus asked.

Aqua stared at him incredulously, panic flickered across her face, but she quickly regained her composure. “Oh, if reading has anything to do with it, I bet you have some wild ones,” she teased.

Smooth. How dare you? Terra grinned. “Not me. I hit the bed like a rock every night,” he said.

“Mmm…I wonder about that. I could’ve sworn I heard somebody calling me last night.”

You she-devil. 

“Ven, you better watch out,” Terra said jokingly, grasping Ventus’ shoulders. “She’s hearing things, and her room is close to yours. That means she’s coming for you first.”

“And yours is right across the hall,” Aqua added with a wink.

Ventus groaned, rolling his eyes. "Just kiss already," he muttered, his gaze now fixed on the stars. Aqua followed his gaze, a small smile on her lips and her cheeks slightly pink.

Why was she blushing? Wait—was that an invitation just now?!

Terra reached for her hand behind Ventus and ran two fingers along the back of her hand to get her attention. She looked at him from the corner of her eye but pretended not to notice. He wandered up her arm, his fingertips trailing her soft skin under the fabric of her sleeve until she finally acknowledged his touch and turned to look at him. A silent exchange took place, and a mischievous smile curled the corners of his mouth as he pressed his fingers gently against her wrist, massaging in slow and specific circles.

Aqua gasped and pulled away. “It’s late. We should get going. We have a lesson tomorrow,” she said, standing in a rush, her face flushed.

“Weren’t you guys done with your lessons already?” Ventus asked, raising an eyebrow.

She didn’t answer. Instead, she quickly brushed her pants and hurried towards the castle. Terra followed her form with his eyes until the darkness of the night swallowed her.

***

Aqua, Aqua, Aqua…

***

Terra made his way to the Great Hall as the sun rose over the horizon. Aqua, ever the early bird, was already there, stretching in her skin-tight shorts and a t-shirt. It wasn't a combat lesson today, as she usually wore her regular clothes when that was the case. Terra stood before her, and their gaze met as she got up from a stretch.  

“Oh, good morning,” she said. “How did you sleep? Any wild dreams last night?”

“Nope, I stand by what I said; I sleep like a rock,” Terra replied, his eyes lingering on her black sports bra visible through her shirt. “Did you sleep well?”  

Aqua chuckled and stretched her arms above her head, her shirt rising ever so slightly to reveal her toned abdomen. "You know the answer to that," she said with a sly smile.  

He felt his cheeks flush. What was that supposed to mean? Before he had a chance to ask what she meant, Master Eraqus entered the room. Terra quickly cleared his throat, tearing his gaze away from her as they both stood at attention. The Master surveyed them, his hands clasped behind his back as usual.  

“Good morning,” Master Eraqus began, his voice gentle yet authoritative. “You may be wondering what lesson I have for you today, as we have reached the final weeks leading up to the exam. It is a principle of Light theory that I deliberately left for the end, as it may bring about some realizations.

“Light is the essence of hope, the spark of courage, and the strength of resilience. It is the power of love shared between friends, family, and even strangers. It is friendship, it is knowledge, and it is understanding. With practice, we may feel this light, a beacon that can be seen and sensed for miles, capable of shining even in the darkest places.”

Master Eraqus paused, allowing the words to sink in. “Today, I want you to take a moment to meditate on this idea. Feel the light within you and within each other. Let it be a source of comfort and guidance for the difficult choices ahead.

“As you know, in the absence of a sense, others sharpen to make up for it,” Master Eraqus said, pulling a red blindfold from the pockets of his robe. The two of you will now search for each other. One will be blinded to act as the seeker, while the other has ten minutes to hide. No place is off-limits, but you must stay inside the castle for safety. Good luck to you both.” He handed Terra the cloth before leaving.

“Ladies first,” Terra said, offering Aqua the blindfold.

She shook her head. “No, you go first,” she replied playfully.

“Doesn’t matter to me, but if that’s what you want...”

Aqua stepped behind him, the blindfold in her hands now. She slowly brought it up to his eyes, the soft fabric depriving him of sight, shrouding his vision in darkness as she fastened it. “No peeking, or you’ll fail,” she whispered in his ear, her voice melodious and teasingly sweet. Her breath was warm on his neck, igniting a rush of anticipation. He grinned. Senses did sharpen in the absence of others. “Remember, you have to sense me, not follow your eyes or ears,” Aqua reminded him, giving the blindfold one final tug.

“It’ll be a piece of cake,” Terra said, his smile widening. 

“Confident?”

“Very,” he said. “I’ll give you more than ten minutes if you’re worried.”

“Master Eraqus said ten minutes.”

“I’m biased. He can say whatever he wants about it,” Terra said, sitting cross-legged on the floor. 

“Ready?”

He nodded and stayed still, listening as her footsteps faded away. A moment later, a door creaked open. Aqua had probably chosen her hiding spot already. He was eager to go after her but he stayed put, patiently waiting for the amount of time he promised her. Even if it ticked by slowly.

Eventually, he began to feel for her. It took him a few minutes to comprehend what he was searching for until he found it; a faint glimmer, like a path. He followed it, his hand trailing along the cold wall as it led him downstairs and into a room. The light grew brighter, almost dazzling as he drew closer and touched her shoulder. “Found you.” 

"What the heck? What are you doing blindfolded?” 

That definitely wasn’t her voice. Terra tugged off the blindfold. “Ven?”

Ventus looked away from his comic and raised an eyebrow. “Yes…?”

Terra shook his head. “Nothing. Just lesson stuff,” he said, motioning to the blindfold before leaving the room.

“Weirdo,” Ventus called after him. Terra only laughed in response.

He returned to the hallways, ignoring the powerful light behind him now that he knew it belonged to Ventus. His search brought him back upstairs as he grasped another light. Warm, inviting, and beautiful. He followed it like a moth drawn to a flame, his hand stretched out and feeling the wall to avoid running into something. He grazed a doorknob and noticed it lined up with the light behind it. Terra didn’t think twice and entered the room.

“Found you.”

She chuckled. “That didn’t take long. You gave me more time to hide than it took you to find me.”

He removed the blindfold. His surroundings looked very familiar. It was his room, and she was sitting on his bed with a dreamy expression that stirred his dreams. No. He wasn’t going there. Not now. He cleared his throat and crossed his arms, trying to focus on something else. But his gaze lingered on her. “I guess I’m just lucky,” he replied, feeling a familiar nagging sensation. 

“Your turn…”

Aqua stood, her eyes fixed on his. “You do the honors,” she said, her voice low and inviting. He brought the blindfold over her eyes and secured it before she settled back onto the bed, her posture more than welcoming. “You don’t mind if I wait here, right?”

“No.” If she stayed long enough, his bed would smell of her.

“Mmm, you should go hide now. Ten minutes.”

He frowned. “That’s not fair.”

She laughed. “I didn’t ask for extra time, you know. One…”

Seriously? Terra hurried out of the room in search of a hiding spot. Maybe he could pull the same stunt on her. No. He could never enter her room without her permission. Heading for the west wing, he stumbled upon the barely used leisure room—a cluttered mess that resembled more of a storage room than a place to relax. He waited, and waited, and waited…What’s taking her so long? He glanced at a grandfather clock by the door. It had been a while already. Did she give up? No, it was a lesson, and she wouldn’t walk away until she succeeded. Yet, she could also be making him hide for nothing.

He sighed and leaned against the armrest of a chaise, closing his eyes and focusing on the feeling of her light. She was in front of the door with her hand gripping the doorknob. Had she been there the whole time? He approached the door, her presence growing stronger the closer he was. Her light flickered, and he heard a gasp. 

Maybe the entire concept of feeling someone’s light scared her. Or perhaps his light was as bright as Ventus’, and it was uncomfortable and overwhelming.

The door creaked open, snapping Terra out of his thoughts. Aqua stepped in, feeling her way around for any obstacles. Her hand landed clumsily on his chest, right over his heart. He remained still, his heart beating faster as he tried to decipher her thoughts. Confusion, concern, fear?

“I was starting to think you forgot about me,” he joked.

“You weren’t easy to find.”  

He arched an eyebrow. “Really? You were easy to find once I separated Ven’s light from yours. Maybe you need a bit more practice,” he said playfully. “You do say practice makes perfect.” 

Aqua traced her fingernails lightly across his chest as she reached for his hand, the brief sensation sending a pleasurable warmth through him. “Y-yeah, I guess I just need a bit more practice,” she said, her voice laced with uncertainty.

“Are you sure it wasn’t just some trick to make me chase you…?” Her hand relaxed in his. Good.

 “I feel like I shouldn’t answer that,” she said, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips.

His gaze lingered on the way her lips remained together, holding on to words she wouldn't say, on the movement of her chest with each breath, on the curves of her body. When did he start seeing her in a different light? When did beautiful turn into desirable? He leaned closer, her faint vanilla scent enticing him. Would it be a sin to give in to temptation? To surrender to the pull between them...

“Why not?” he asked.

Her short ponytail came undone. “Frick,” Aqua huffed in frustration. “It just won’t stay put, will it?”

Terra chuckled, a deep rumble in his chest. “You should give up at this point. It’s too short. Maybe grow it out?” he suggested, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. "I think it looks better like this..." His fingertips trailed along the side of her face, his heart skipping a beat. I want to kiss you again.  

“What are you doing…?”

“Touching…just touching,” he whispered, caressing her cheek. His thoughts were jumbled as he wondered what he was doing. Thoughts that were about to betray him as he asked, “Last night, when you mentioned your room was right across from mine...was that an invitation?” His chest tightened in anticipation, unsure if he wanted her to answer yes, and what it would mean if she did. 

“That’s another question I don’t think I should answer…”

Of course, she wouldn’t. She would leave him guessing as she had since that day. Aqua was too clever to answer the precarious question, but he wanted to know and knew how to.

“You don’t have to," he said, lowering her blindfold and looking into her blue eyes. She couldn’t hide now. "It’s obvious. I just wanted to hear it from you." He cupped her face and leaned forward, capturing her lips with his. Aqua gave in without hesitation, her body warm and soft and everything he dreamed of every night. Stars, she felt small and delicate even when she wasn’t. 

His hands slipped into her hair, and she broke the kiss. “We can't do this,” she said, her hands lightly pressing against his shoulders. “We'll get in trouble.”

Aqua was right, but his passionate side wished she would lower her hands and surrender. Step away, the rational part of his mind commanded him. “I know.” His hands tightened around her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space between them. “You move first,” he said.

She met his eyes. “You have to let go then...”

“Is that what you really want?” he asked, voice husky.

“Stubborn…”

"Said the very definition of the word,” he said, his thumb tracing her lips gently. She gasped, her warm breath fanning his skin.

“Stop…I’m serious.”

Terra reluctantly released her. “I’m sorry.”

Her fingertips ghosted along his jawline before she stepped away. “I’m the one who’s sorry...” she said, her hand lingering on the doorknob. “I’ll report to Master Eraqus about our test, so you don’t have to.”

“Thank you,” he said, sitting on the chaise in the middle of the room.

Aqua gave him one last look before leaving, the door closing softly behind her.

Terra sighed heavily, his head resting between his hands as his thoughts raced in circles, each more confusing than the last. Shit. He should’ve known better. It wasn’t entirely his fault; she’d brought up a possibility he'd dismissed and denied for years. What else was he supposed to do? Pretend nothing happened between them? Ignore the way he felt about her? Forget that undeniable confession in the library?

His own words rang in his head mockingly: “If you meditate, it’ll go away.”

As he resigned to his thoughts, the door opened and closed swiftly. Terra looked up to find Aqua leaning against the door. Their eyes met, the air between them heavy with an unknown tension. She averted her gaze, hesitation, and uncertainty surrounding her like a thick fog. Had Master Eraqus called for him already? 

“Is something the matter?”

Aqua shook her head and pushed off the door, approaching him slowly. There was no exchange of words or warning before she leaned down and kissed him. Terra closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of her lips on his, and his hands instinctively grasped her hips, drawing her in closer. She didn't resist the pull and settled in his lap, legs resting on either side of him, her hands behind his neck. His grip tightened possessively, the thrill of exhilaration and desire rushing through his body. Emboldened, his hands explored her curves eagerly, dragging her shirt. She tensed and pulled away with a gasp, her head resting on his shoulder, chest against his. Her heart pounded wildly, mirroring his own.

“Hey…was that too much?”

She faced him, her gaze lingering on his a bit too long, and he felt a sudden wave of panic. Shit. Did I overstep? Should I’ve kept my hands to myself? 

“It just took me by surprise…” she replied, her eyes shying away from his.

Terra sighed.“If there’s something you’re not comfortable with—

“Shh,” she hushed him with a finger over his lips. “You’ll know…”

He nodded and cupped her face, kissing her again, tender and sweet, mindful of limits, watching her body language closely. His lips moved from her mouth to her jawline, leaving a hot trail of kisses to her neck and down to her collarbone. She shuddered, and he smiled against her skin, a pleasant heat taking over him.

“Don’t get greedy,” she whispered, head leaning back and eyes fluttering shut.

His hands tightened on her hips.“Is this being greedy?” he asked, pulling her down, friction working its magic as he felt her.

She moaned, her hands entwined in his hair. “Terra.”

The sound of his name on her lips was like a trigger. It made him crave things from the kind of book she read. He wanted to dominate her, to push her down onto the seat, and pin her hands above her head, making her plead for more. His self-control crumbled, heat radiating through his body and settling between his legs. He rocked his hips against her, eliciting another moan. Stars. He took it as encouragement, moving at a slow and steady pace. His eyes focused on her face—cheeks flushed and mouth slightly parted in an expression of tortured bliss. It was the loveliest sight he had ever seen.

Time appeared to stand still around them. The only sound in the room was their soft, steady breaths. He wanted nothing more than to stay in this moment with her forever.

“Mmm...”

Was she about to…? He watched her intently, eager to see if her face matched the one she made in his dreams.

However, his anticipation vanished the moment the door swung open. Startled, Aqua became stiff in his arms, and he froze. Immediately, they untangled from each other and faced the door. Fuck. He wished it was Ventus this time.

Master Eraqus stood in the doorway, his arms crossed and his face a mask of disapproval. “Aqua, Terra,” he began, his voice laden with disappointment. “I expected better from both of you.”

Terra wanted to explain himself, but what was there really to explain? It isn’t what it looks like? Right, because he could absolutely get away with pretending he wasn’t trying to have sex. Surprisingly, it looked like Aqua had decided to try her luck.

“Master Eraqus—

Master Eraqus raised his hand, cutting her off. His anger was unmistakable, as it was unusual for him to interrupt someone. “I want the two of you…in the throne room within the hour,” he declared. “Now, make your way downstairs…lunch awaits.”

Lunch that afternoon was uncomfortable and silent as the two avoided each other’s gaze. Even Ventus, unaware of the situation, kept quiet. After the meal, Master Eraqus awaited them in the throne room with two circles of rice before him. He instructed them to kneel over the marked area. They were to keep their gaze on the floor and meditate as they did so.

The Master walked around them, lecturing on the darkness of the heart and the consequences of allowing emotions to dictate decisions. “I do not encourage it. A Master should remain level-headed at all times and avoid such distractions."

Despite the uncomfortable position, Terra barely felt the small grains through his hakama.“Worth it,” he mouthed at Aqua when Master Eraqus turned. I would do it again in a heartbeat.

Aqua blushed and straightened her posture, her gaze firmly on the floor. Terra did the same. When she focused like that, nothing else seemed to exist. The Master could leave, and she would stay there, following his exact instructions, almost like it was ingrained in her to obey.

The punishment ended after nearly two hours. Master Eraqus commanded them to stand up while he set forth new rules. Terra’s knees were sore and ached as if a thousand pins had prickled his skin. However, it was Aqua he truly felt. Her knees were visibly raw, and he could make out the outline where every grain of rice pressed against her skin. He knew her pain threshold was high, but it still made him feel guilty.

"I will monitor your training closely unless Ventus is present..." Master Eraqus turned to Terra. "Terra, from now on, you are to take residence in the west wing," he said, his gaze sterner than before. "Any room you choose will suffice so long as you stay there.”

Terra didn’t question it. He simply accepted it, and a few hours later, he gathered some of his belongings and moved into the most decent room he could locate in the castle's west wing.

***

That was the beginning of the end.

Happiness, that surreal bliss...was all over in the blink of an eye. The world came crashing down after the dreaded Mark of Mastery exam. Terra should have known better than to make questionable decisions that led him down an uncertain path—to an endless void.

If only I had listened to her, he lamented far too often in his prison of darkness and nothingness.

He could’ve been by her side right now, wouldn’t have to suffer torment, wouldn’t be a mere spectator forced to be part of atrocious and twisted crimes.

I regret it. He felt her light lost in darkness. I regret it. He heard her voice, desperate and trying to reach him. I regret it. He knew his actions were the cause of her suffering…I regret it.

Mind. Body. Heart. All are lost and consumed by shadows. He couldn't do anything.

I'm sorry...Aqua...

[amore-fics]

E - Enlightenment

Letter: E

Word: Enlightenment

Kaveh had had an extraordinarily bad day. When he woke up that morning, he burnt his toast and the coffee (that Alhaitham had made and left out) tasted burnt and he had not the time to make a new brew himself. After that, he went to meet with a client who tore his design to shreds and ended up telling him that he'd find someone else, who catered more to his tastes. That alone destroyed his day, but then he had a date with a guy who he'd been dancing around the bush about dating. The man ended up telling him he didn't want to see him anymore.

Cumulatively, his day was absolute shit. He went home after all of this, grabbed his coin purse, and went off to Lambad's for a drink. He didn't want to be sober after that.

The next thing he knew, he woke up in the morning to blinding sunlight cascading through the curtains and into his eyes. Wait… That was odd. His curtains were a teal color, not a white and black color. His brows furrowed as he went to sit up, only to feel an arm across his chest. What… He looked down only to see the familiar ashen blonde hair of his roommate. What the fuck?

Grabbing his arm, he tried to set it off to the side before he pulled the covers off. He was naked. And sore. And his clothes were all over the place. Oh, oh god. Had he had sex with Alhaitham? Swallowing harshly, he stood from the bed and, despite how sore he felt, he eventually found his underwear. As he pulled it on, he heard a voice.

"Hey," it was groggy and hoarse, "You promised not to get up before me."

Slowly, Kaveh turned towards him and his brow furrowed. What? When did he promise that? He shifted his weight, "I don't… remember last night. At all. I'm very confused how I went from getting a drink at Lambad's to… your bed."

The scribe opened an eye before opening the other, rubbing them, and sitting up in the sheets. He looked over at Kaveh, "Allow me to recount the tale for you then," he yawned, "I got a call from Lambad, informing me that you were crying and making a scene at his tavern, and he requested I come pick you up. So I did. The entire way home, you were crying about how you were unlovable, undesirable, and no one wanted to have you as their personal architect."

At this, Kaveh winced. Sounded like him…

"When we got home, I told you that you were lovable and desirable, and you asked me how. I told you that I just knew. And you told me to show you, enlighten you how I knew. I hope this…" he paused, "Enlightened you."

"Well, I'm sore, so I guess I'm rather enlightened," he muttered, crossing his arms over his chest, "Why would you even want to? What did you gain from it?"

The scribe laughed softly, "What did I gain from it? Having sex with the man that I've wanted to since my Akademiya days. Trust me, I gained something from it," he turned toward the edge of the bed and pushed the blankets off. As he reached down for his underwear, he chuckled softly. Once he stood, he turned to look at him as he pulled on his own, "You told me, last night, in the heat of it, that you don't want to date anymore. And so, I told you that you didn't have to."

"I-What?"

"When we finished, I pulled you into my arms, scratched your head as you laid on my chest. And I told you that this was the start to something beautiful, should you want it in the morning. Drunk you, as the last words that came from your mouth, told me that you wanted nothing more, and that you'd be here when I woke up."

"This… This sounds fake," Kaveh pouted.

"It is very much not fake. I don't see the value in lying to you right now," he walked over to Kaveh and stood in front of him, "Lying to you would serve me no purpose," he placed a soft, chaste kiss to his forehead, "Breakfast?" he asked before he slipped around him and out of the bedroom, leaving Kaveh stunned and unsure how to function after that news.

[ofbluesandyellows]

Four: Jitterbug Love - Eddie Munson/Reader

Warning: drinking

Word count: 3,537

Previous chapter

Steve honked two times then waited a second for another honk, the secret code to let you know it was him. You had sat in front of the mirror for a good hour, checking if your hair was right, if your makeup was okay, if your clothes matched with the above.

Steve’s face grew red when you neared the car. He was leaning on the door, arms crossed, his jeans were tight and his hair was extra fluffy.

“What?” you asked, already thinking there was something wrong with you.

“Nothing… just… you look nice.”

“I’m going to take that mostly as a compliment, although the way you said isn’t pretty convincing.”

“It’s a compliment!” Steve yelled, he rolled his eyes and opened the door for you, “just, let’s not fight,”

“Thanks, I was just saying.”

“Me too, but you don’t know how to take compliments.” He closed the door on his side, ready to start the car.

“Whatever, just hurry we still need to get Robin.”

“Right,”

“You look good too.” Steve’s whole demeanor changed, squaring his shoulders, chin up.

“Well, thanks, I put extra spray on and apparently it’s paying off.” He smiled.

You hid a smirk, but Steve was already over explaining to you how he expected to see Nancy at the party and if things went as planned he could finally talk to her and free himself from the Wheeler curse. As he called it.

Robin handed them each a tiny bottle when she got in the car.

“Hello my people! These are vodka shots that I stole from my dad’s hidden spot. Because it’s a special occasion I suggest we make a toast.”

You and Steve traded looks, you shrugged.

“For new beginnings.” Robin started, looking at Steve and you.

“For old-new besties.” you said, smiling.

“Geez, y/n not that again… but yeah for us three.”

“Wait—we are the three musketeers!” You squealed, “Come on now Steve, that is the perfect nickname.”

“I actually like it!” stated Robin, already sipping her shot. She grimaced as if she had squeezed a lemon in her mouth.

Steve seemed to consider it, “Ok, but I’ll be Athos.”

You snorted, “dude at best you are Porthos, Robin is—“

“Aramis, I am Aramis and Y/n is Athos. Now let’s go. I should be back home first thing in the morning, eh Steve?!”

The boy at your side shook his head, “I need more male friends, you two don’t appreciate me enough.”

“Cheers!” Robin said and the three musketeers drank their tiny bottles of vodka.

“Shit!” you blurted, scrunching your nose.

“Fuck!” Steve half choked.

“Damn!” Robin was smiling, her cheeks already red.

The driveway lasted almost twenty minutes, Steve had made the wrong turn twice, because he didn’t want to hear Robin’s instructions. You in the meantime tried to picture how you could approach Eddie, you had no idea if he was actually going to show up as Steve said but you liked to believe he would, with his black ripped jeans and those chunky rings you had found yourself liking a lot. Along with his hair and his eyes, those were aspects of the boy you tried to avoid because it would send you into a loop of thoughts you were not willing to dive in, not at the moment though, maybe later.

Steve walked ahead once he found somewhere to park the car, he looked over his shoulder a few times to check if you and Robin were following him. Robin on her side was already a tad tipsy, she was extra chatty and extra loud, on the other hand you were fully alert, with clammy hands and dried throat.

“You’ll be fine, you just need to enjoy the party, I’ll talk to Munson if we get to find him and… we get the hell out of here.” Steve rubbed his palms together, “trust me, I’ve been wingman before.”

Maybe it was in the way Steve moved, how he was grinning and how oblivious he was about the whole situation, that made you believe him, fully.

“Right, okay yes. You are right, we’ll let you know if we see him first.” You nudged Robin, her eyes dancing around the colorful lights shining inside the house.

“Yup, what she said.”

“We lost one soldier and we haven’t even entered the war zone.” you said.

Steve nodded, “Let's rock and roll, musketeers.”

“That phrase didn’t sound as good as you thought it would, but yeah, let’s go.”

★★★

Of course Harrington was the first one to disappear, people already greeting him, he gave high-fives to everyone. Robin held onto you for dear life, she also smiled and waved to the others. Every time you turned to check on her she had a new cup of punch in her hand, the one you always placed somewhere in the house. You were determined to find the one guy you came for, however the nervousness was brewing slowly but surely in your insides.

“Chrissy is there.” Robin pointed, drinking from a cup.

“Where do you keep getting these! You shouldn’t be accepting them, Robin.” You took it from her grasp.

She made puppy eyes and a pout but you ignored her, your eyes on Chrissy and her pretty hair and her big blue eyes and her sparkly dress. You felt plain compared to her, no idea why you were comparing yourself at that moment when the whole scene was absurd, you holding a half-drank cup of punch, Robin grabbing your left hand and her other playing with her suspenders, both surrounded by drunk teens as some disco music playing in the background.

You were not going to lie, that was the best party you’ve seen in Hawkins, there was actual food and an equal amount of drinks, this was not a common party, this belonged to someone older, you didn’t make the effort to know who but you were thankful to find some sandwiches and baby carrots to feed Robin with, whatever to stop her from getting drunker.

The spot you found where to sit was in the backyard, a cool breeze made you and Robin sigh from time to time, you could see the entrance of the house and still have an eye on Chrissy. The worst part of it all was that she seemed nice, too nice and too cool and too perfect. Of course half Hawkins was looking at her, and that was why you noticed she was actually waiting for someone else, because she didn’t pay much attention to the other boys and girls, yes she was kind and polite but her eyes kept moving everywhere as if she was looking for someone.

And you knew how she felt, you could feel that same sensation of yearning whenever someone came through the hallway, but all that only got confirmed when you two exchanged a look and as soon as that happened, as if a reflector had fallen on him your heads turned to the door. His grin big, nodding to some guys, you saw Jeff and Gareth at his side, beer got handed and your heart started pounding, faster and faster as he got closer.

Like he had been guided outside by a strange force, as if he knew where to go all along. Robin smacked you on the arm, her eyes found yours and she stared and you nodded and she moved her lips like fish did when out of the water. It started slowly, the butterflies awaking, the skin of your arms forming goosebumps, the acuteness of your sight on him and his gestures. His reeboks stepped on the grass, his dark eyes scanned the scene and you waited, and he passed through you.

His lips turned upwards, eyes sparkling, fingers fidgeting with his hair and beer bottle, yet that smile, and that sudden brightness in him was for Chrissy, he was watching her from across the crowd, and you sat there, staring. Robin let out a low ‘oh’ immediately grabbing your hand, lightly squeezing it to get your attention back to her.

“It’s fine, he just hasn’t seen you.”

“He did, Robin. But whatever, let’s get Steve.”

You were the one that dragged her back inside, Jeff was the one that saw you first, he waved and you smiled, not stopping to say hi. The last time you saw Eddie he was approaching Chrissy. Your stomach dropped.

Crossing between people kissing and groups smoking weed, Robin stopped you.

“We should divide, it’ll be faster.”

“Yeah, ok. Sounds reasonable, but no more drinks okay?”

Robin nodded, “of course, this is a serious matter.”

“Cool, see you here in a few, as you were, soldier.” Robin smirked that drunken smile with droopy eyes. She saluted you and disappeared upstairs.

The rainbow-like lights hit you a few times before you decided to move, checking the living room first, but there was no sight of Steve, you asked a guy you saw chatting with him when you got there and he said he saw him following a girl upstairs. You didn’t want to know more.

Still, that was not good news, that boy needed to learn how to be alone for a few weeks, the girl probably was nice and all but Steve deserved a break and someone who appreciated his annoying ass for who he actually was.

You had to swallow down a cup—of you didn’t know what— to keep you from leaving everything and go home, the mission was talking to Eddie but—you looked at him through the glass windows, Chrissy and him had finally found a bit of a dark corner to chat, he smiled and chuckled to whatever she was saying, their bodies too close for your liking, you grabbed another cup and chewed the rim. Tears burned in your eyes but why were you still watching them, it was one of those masochistic things you often did, like coming back to Hawkins when you knew there was not much to do. Going back was a mistake you were sure of.

“Hey!” Steve almost squashed you to the window he had been running. Robin clashed against his back causing Steve to crash on you, the drink smashing between the two. Your shoes got covered in pinkish liquid just like Steve’s shirt.

“Shit!” you and him squealed.

“Robin, what the hell?” He tried to dry the fabric without success.

“Ups, sorry guys, these floors are a bit slippery.” Clearly drunk, you and Steve just watched Robin wobble slightly.

“Keep an eye on her while I go talk to Munson. Where is he?”

“Over there with… Chrissy.” Your hand found Robin’s.

“Don’t move, I'll be right back.”

And so it happened Steve got cut short the moment he got out, girls mostly tried to catch his attention, to which he fake grinned, of course no one noticed because they were with the Steve Harrington, and you knew he was doing his best to try and get off those conversations. He kept throwing looks your way and you would only shrug not knowing what to do to help.

Robin and you looked through the window as if you were watching a film, waiting for a resolution of this issue but it only got crowded and louder out there, they wanted him to do the keg stand.

“Where the fuck did they get that keg? Was it there when we were outside?” You looked at Robin, she was laughing as Steve. “Dude,” you groaned.

“I have no idea but look, I think he is going to do it.” You turned and apparently the whole show had attracted people's attention including Eddie’s.

He approached the crowd and watched as everyone cheered for Steve to do it. You gasped and Robin got her face plastered on the chill surface of the window.

“Shit he is going to actually do it.” You muttered.

“Told you! Maybe this is part of his plan. We underestimated Porthos.”

Of course you underestimated Steve, he had his charm and his way of doing things. He got claimed for drinking from the keg, nothing you all haven’t seen before, what surprised you was how determined he seemed in accomplishing his mission, he had beer running down his neck but he moved around until he found Eddie. You pushed Robin’s face aside so you could see better, yet the crowd was scattering around not letting you see much. Steve’s hair stuck out from the other’s just as Eddie’s black hair did.

They were talking, but nothing seemed different, or intense or relevant to their reactions, just two dudes chatting while holding beers. Steve patted Eddie on the shoulder and Eddie nodded once, both going in opposite directions. Your chest felt so full of anxiousness you had to remind yourself to take big puffs of air to fill your lungs.

Steve met you by the window, but you couldn’t talk there, he leaned his head to the side for you to follow him, you three started to move back to his car. Robin had grabbed a final sandwich and you found a tiny bag of gummy bears. You were running to Steve’s car and once inside, Robin collapsed on the backseat. The ignition roared and the radio played whatever disco mix they put at night.

“So? What did you ask him?” you had no time to lose, if Steve was going to deliver bad news better be fast.

“Right to the point I see…” he waited at a red light, giving you a sharp glance with squinted eyes, examining your face, “good news or bad news first?”

“Bad.”

“He is totally bewitched by Chrissy, sorry y/n.”

“Ok, I guess we already knew that.” This was you trying to soften the emotional kick in the gut.

He moved on green light again, “good thing is that he has some kind of… feeling? Attraction? I really don’t know how to put it but when I asked about him meeting you at his show he beamed like an idiot.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah, like when I do whenever someone brings Nance to the conversation.”

“You just called yourself an idiot?” you knitted your eyebrows together, still smiling.

“I— I guess I did but it was just to explain the reaction, you know the one.” He went and did the beam and the slow fluttery eyelashes. “That”

“That was more scary than beamy, the point is… you really think he feels something? Because what if he was high or drunk.”

“He wasn’t, I know when someone is, look at Robin do you think she is sober? Of course not, but she also has very little alcohol tolerance, it’s embarrassing I need to teach her how to handle her drinks.”

“I completely agree with that. It’s good that she hasn’t vomited… yet.”

“Don’t jinx it! I got the car washed this week.”

Steve’s place was so lonely it made you shiver, you couldn’t imagine how it would be living there alone. Because he was alone most of the time, your chest tightened thinking about Steve, all jolly and confident, popular in town but when he got home he had no one.

Robin practically passed out on the carpet in the living room. She would wake up from time to time to say random things like how much she liked being home with you and Steve, or how much she wished she could have a driver license to go get some burgers.

“So what do we do now, Steve? Eddie invited me to his next show.” you were following him like a lost poppy to the kitchen.

Steve gave you a once over, then started to take stuff out from his fridge. “I guess we can go. But to be honest with you y/n. This is going to be one hell of a mess, for you my friend. Eddie is unpredictable, trust me I know, and he could change his mind or meet another girl, which leaves you out of the equation, and before you say something mean to me, you know it’s true. I’m a guy, I know how his brain works, besides he is a rockstar or is on the way to become one.”

You sighed hopping on the counter, legs swinging as you watched your friend prepare sandwiches, you only pushed the button of the toaster when Steve gave you the signal.

“Then I should just forget about it? I thought you said we should try or find out what could happen.”

Steve put his hands on his hips, butter knife shining between his fingers, the look in his eyes made you want to cry, “I know what I said, but he really has this thing for the cheerleader and I wouldn’t want you leaving Hawkins with a broken heart.”

The nose did that tingly thing that announced tears. You looked up to the popcorn ceiling, but Steve was not stupid.

“No, no, don’t cry. I didn't say it to make you sad. Hey, come here.”

This was a side of Steve you were not used to, you weren’t even aware it existed. His arms hugged you from the waist and you let your head rest on his shoulder, now you were really crying.

“I just don’t know how to stop the feels, how do you even handle this Steve. With the Nancy and Jonathan thing, you are such a masochist.” Your words cracked as you let yourself be held by the one boy you never thought would be this nice.

His chest grumbled, with his humorless laugh, “I don’t handle anything, I just date everyone and hope that one day this shitty heart stops making turns when I see Nance.”

“That sucks ass.” You sniffed, looking at him. He gave you a tight lipped smile.

“It does, worst part is that you get used to it, but the pain you feel stays the same.”

Scrunching your nose you said, “that’s not helping me feel better.”

“Yeah well it’s the truth.”

He went back to the sandwiches, Robin appeared in the doorway a couple of minutes later. The pattern of the carpet mapped on the side of her face.

“Good nap?” you asked, jumping off the counter, wiping your nose with the back of your hand.

“Eat that, Robin.” Steve slid a plate with a sandwich cut in half, triangular shaped. Robin shook her head. “Eat it! I won’t say it again.”

“Oh god you are just like my mom.” She sat down.

You snorted looking at Steve who just took a big breath in. “That’s why I don’t take you to parties Robin, you can’t even handle punch.”

“She had several cups of punch with the shot we did earlier of vodka and who knows what other stuff they put in that. Trust me I drank the pink shit and it was good but super sweet you can’t blame her.” You went to your friend's defense.

“Yeah you can’t blame me, Harrington. And you know I don’t usually drink, like we shouldn’t even be drinking because we are clearly too irresponsible.”

“You are too irresponsible and clearly don’t know how to drink.” Steve pointed, giving a bite to his sandwich.

“Ugh, you know I like y/n more than you, right? She understands me.”

“Now you are acting like a kid, Robin.”

“And you are being annoying.”

“Come on Robin, let’s eat peacefully, I need both of you now that my heart is mourning.” You tried to end the argument, they acted more like an old married couple than anyone.

“Fine,” She replied, eating. Steve just gave you an apologetic look. “Wait—why mourning? aren’t we supposed to see what the next step should be?”

“Nope, I’m throwing the towel, the Eddie thing isn’t going to happen so why make it more painful.” Your eyes were glued to your plate not daring to look at Robin, because you knew how she could be.

“But—what did Eddie say… Steve?”

From the corner of your eye Steve brushed his face with his hands. “He is really into this Chrissy girl, but I told y/n that he kind of beamed when I mentioned her meeting him after his show.”

“So that’s good,”

“Er, I don’t think so.”

“It is good, we can’t give up now that we at least have a hint. We can go to his upcoming show and do something, it’ll be fine.”

“Robin—“ Steve said in a way to warn the girl, to choose wisely her next words.

On your side you were confused on what to do, because you experienced first hand how you felt about Eddie at the party but you also explored the awful sensation of fear and heartache in a span of a few minutes.

“Y/n?” Robin said.

“What?” you finally looked at her, blinking.

“We could try just something else,”

“Like what? Just please don’t make it humiliating for me or else I’ll never come back.” You threatened.

“It’s all Robin’s idea, I swear I have nothing to do with how evil she is.” Steve’s hands were up.

Rolling your eyes you looked at Robin, who with a smirk explained part of her plan.

Next chapter

[ptergwen]

If you do smut can you do like stark!reader x peter parker (spiderman) are dating 3-4 month and y/n and peter had their very fluff first time then next morning y/n has hickies all over her neck and her thights stomach... and tony/ her dad sees it and is confronting them with it😂 i love your stories 🤤

just saying hi

w/c: 2.5k

warnings: veryyyy suggestive, swearing, some pretty embarrassing moments

a/n: thank you babe! i didn’t write the actual smut but y’all can guess what happened 😭 also this is super long i couldn’t help myself

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it was everything. it was everything you ever wanted your first time to be and more.

you’d brought up to peter during a make out session one night that you were ready to go farther than you two already have. there was one base you didn’t hit yet. the fourth, the final. you were thinking about it for a while before that, and peter would be lying if he said he didn’t.

your love has always been physical, whether it’s you kissing peter’s cuts after a mission or him tracing hearts on you with his fingers. there’s also the more sexual side of things. that part, you both enjoy just as much, maybe even a little more because you know exactly how to make each other feel good after all the trial and error.

what better way to combine the two than, well, making love?

last night was your sign from the universe, your go ahead to do it. you had the compound to yourselves because your dad had taken all the “big kids” out for the night. you’re both well into college, but he refuses to see you as adults. that meant no peter and no you. you two were a little offended until you realized you could make use of your alone time.

you started off searching for a movie. that turned into you wrestling peter for the remote because you didn’t feel like watching back to the furure yet again. wrestling turned into you on top of him, which turned into you kissing him, which turned into peter throwing the remote somewhere and carrying you up to your room with his lips still on yours.

neither of you had to say it. you were on the same page, same wavelength, two brains in one as peter layed you down and trailed his kisses lower and lower.

peter was so gentle with you, except for when you told him not to be. those were the times he didn’t hold back. he was attentive and sweet and showed you quite a few times how much he loves you. you showed him just the same. yeah, it was really everything.

“morning, baby. you awake yet?” peter hums against the shell of your ear, arms wound comfortably around you. “kinda,” you mumble back with a goofy smile. he presses his lips to your ear and nuzzles his face in the side of your neck. “kinda... how’d you sleep?” you can hear the grin in his voice. his nose nudges your bare skin where a fresh hickey lies and makes you scrunch your own up.

“good, really good. always love sleeping with you.” you’re both aware of the alternate meaning that has now. “funny,” peter lets out a breathy laugh against you and brushes his thumb over your stomach where your shirt got ridden up. you sigh, enjoying his soft touch and reaching behind you to play with his curls. they’re a lot messier than usual from you tugging on them all last night.

peter removes his face from your neck and carefully turns you onto your other side. you’re facing him now, eyes trained on his concerned expression. “hey, just wanna check. how are you feeling? still sore?” a tiny smile stretches your face. he really does care about you and how you feel after everything. you know for a fact most other guys wouldn’t.

“i mean, yeah. you were... it was a lot, but i’ll be fine in a few days i think.” the mention of peter being a lot makes color rush to his face. you laugh quietly at that, cupping one of his cheeks that’s turning pink. “oh. i, um, i didn’t know that. sorry.” he smiles shyly as you smooth your thumb over his warm skin. “don’t be. it wasn’t as bad after i... adjusted a little,” you reassure him, making him lean into your palm.

“i really am sorry, y/n/n. can i make it up to you?” peter checks with you, eyes going up from yours to down your body. he hooks a finger in the waistband of your pajama shorts. “make you feel better?” the way he finishes his question with a bite of his lip is definitely tempting. so is your stomach yelling at you to put some food in it. you’ll have to wait.

“later. right now, you can make me breakfast,” you beam at him and take his hand. peter pushes his palm against yours, letting you lace your fingers together as he puffs some air out of his cheeks. “yeah, that’s gonna go well.” “i’m supervising. it will.” you capture his lips in a kiss, one he instantly reciprocates, free hand resting on your hip. just as it’s heating up, you break it.

“i’m hungry for actual food,” you giggle and roll out of his embrace. “ok, ok, ok. let’s go see what we have,” peter gives in with a chuckle, grabbing the same hand he was just holding and following you down to the kitchen.

he ends up popping some frozen waffles into the toaster, you sitting up on the counter with your phone out while he struggles through the different settings. “should i put it on bake? no, that doesn’t sound right,” he talks to himself with eyes squinted in concentration. “your dad made this thing so... detailed.” it’s an old stark industries toaster, one with options you probably don’t even need.

“yeah because he loves his toast, so maybe don’t break it. he’ll kill you or something,” you half playfully half seriously suggest. peter is one clumsy guy. he tsks at you and crouches down to read the words on the dial. there’s conveniently a setting for waffles, so he hits that one. he’s not sure how he hadn’t noticed it before.

since he’s down there, he takes one of your ankles in both hands and starts to kiss up your leg. it tickles when he gets to your knee, drawing a giggle out of you, but your phone still blocks his face. you’re doing it on purpose. “baby,” peter tries to get your attention in a soft voice. he presses a couple more kisses to your knee. you have to hold your breath so you don’t laugh again.

“baby girllll,” peter drags out, lips moving up your thigh. he nudges your phone with his nose much like a puppy would. “aye, i’m talkin’ to you here,” he says in a fake new york accent. you finally put it down next to you. “i’m listening.” you’re giving him a satisfied smile as he goes back to kissing you.

“just saying hi,” he looks up at you and moves your shorts aside while he kisses further and further to where you want. you scoot closer to him on the counter.

that’s when he stops. not only stops, gasps in horror. “what?” you ask quickly, his eyes fixed on your inner thighs. “i kind of, uh, marked you up. like, a lot.” he runs a finger gently over the bruised skin. you’re suddenly very aware of it now. it doesn’t exactly hurt, just feels bumpy and weird. you peer down at yourself to see the damage, eyes going wide.

“shit... they’re on my neck, too,” you remember, murmuring to him. you’ll have to cover these up before everyone gets home. worry flashes across peter’s face. “oh my god, i didn’t even realize. it- it was dark and you told me-“ “pete, it’s okay. it’s pretty hot,” you stop his rambling, reaching down and putting a hand on his shoulder. he frowns up at you.

“really? are you sure i didn’t go too far? because you can tell me.” you’ve always appreciated how much peter genuienly values your thoughts on things, in the bedroom and in other parts of your relationship. it does lead to a lot of second guessing, though. you squeeze his shoulder and let out a breath. “i’m sure, okay? it’s really not that serious. i’ll just change so no one can see.”

peter winds an arm around one of your legs, body relaxing ever so slightly under your touch. “okay.” he gives your thigh one final kiss, then rests his chin on it. “what about your neck?” “uh...” you hadn’t considered that yet. “makeup? a scarf?” you’ve seen enough tv to know neither of those work, but they’re your only options.

“yup. mr. stark is really gonna kill me now,” peter says under his breath, tensing up all over again. you furrow your eyebrows at him. “what? we’re literally grown adults, we can do whatever we want-“

tony claps loudly as he steps into the kitchen, announcing his return home. peter jumps up from between your legs faster than fast. he moves so he’s next to you, and you hop down from the counter.

“hello, daughter of mine. spider of man,” your dad greets you two, you pulling down your shorts with a plastered on smile. “or would it be man of spider?” he plucks an apple from the bowl on the table as he ponders his question. steve and wanda file into the room next. “second one,” peter replies, grinning a little too much to be normal. tony takes note of that.

wanda comes over to the fridge for a snack, which is close to where you and peter are. “how was last night?” you ask her to take the attention off you two. wanda settles on a yogurt and turns to you. “it was good. we shared a few hotel rooms, had our own party.” she glances over at peter, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “seems like you two had a fun night of your own.”

peter’s mouth drops open. “how did you-“ he forgot she could read his mind and now knows everything that happened. you slap a hand over your forehead. “you couldn’t think about anything else? for, like, a minute?” you whisper yell at him. he uses his eyes to plead with you. “i’m sorry! i was looking at the hickeys-“ he realizes what he’s saying. “crap.”

shooting you a wink, wanda shuts the fridge and goes to join the rest of the team in the living room. lucky for you and peter, steve started lecturing tony about washing his fruit before he eats it. he didn’t hear any of that. there’s still the problem of your visible hickeys that you have zero seconds to hide.

“how the fuck am i supposed to cover these? they’re right in the center, peter!” you panic, your heart starting to race as peter fumbles for a dish towel. that’s the best he could come up with? “no!” you toss it back at him. he throws it on the counter with a pained look. tony and steve make their way over to you.

“oh, hush. a couple of deadly pesticides won’t shake me, stevey boy,” tony insists and takes another big bite of his apple. steve huffs in disapproval and crosses his arms. “you’re a big baby, tony. if you’re not gonna do the right thing, at least buy organic-“ with the world’s longest sigh, tony chucks his apple into the open garbage can.

“there. no more apple discourse.” steve shakes his head at your dad’s behavior. “that was a waste. you could’ve finished it.” “not with your nagging into my literal ear.” steve raises his hands in surrender before making his way out of the kitchen. tony side steps past him and over to you. “enough of that now. let’s have a welcome home hug from my girl.”

you share a look with peter, a look of pure fear that’s in both of your eyes. he’ll definitely notice the hickeys if he gets that close to you. he holds out his arms expectantly while peter scratches the back of his own neck. “sure, dad. welcome home.” an awkward smile on your lips, you bury your face in your dad’s chest and wrap your arms around him in one motion. this way, he didn’t have time to see you from too close up.

peter exhales in relief at the narrowly avoided disaster. that’s until tony makes a request. “missed me that much, kiddo, huh? come out of there.” “but, i’m so comfortable. i wanna stay like this,” you insist, a niceness to your voice tony immediately sees through. he drops his arms from around you, eyeing peter suspiciously, who averts his gaze to the floor.

“nuh uh, you did something. both of you,” your dad states, taking a step to stand between you and peter. peter gulps down a breath before speaking. “mr. stark, it was-“ tony holds up a hand. “don’t worry, kid. i’ll figure it out.”

he gives peter a proper stare, searching him for clues of some sort. it’s a good thing he isn’t wanda because the details of your night would have been exposed. he couldn’t find anything, so now it’s your turn. he’s a little disappointed you’re the one hiding something.

“oh, y/n. not you,” tony sighs as he gives you a looking over. he starts with your face, your eyes following down as his do. it’s when he gets just past your chin that he sees them. the little hickeys littering your skin, some already deep shades of purple. he rips off his glasses in disbelief.

“absolutely not.” he closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose with the same hand his glasses are in. “i’m not seeing this. i’m not seeing this if i don’t look.” you scoff at his reaction. “dad, you know we’re together. you can’t expect us to not...” “don’t say it,” tony begs, getting the urge to hurl his half eaten apple. he turns and faces peter.

“parker, you really did all of that?” peter only blinks, nervously meeting the eyes of his mentor. “to my daughter?” tony adds on to scare him even more. “i- i-“ a burst of frustration comes out of peter. “you left two teenagers alone the whole night. what’d you think was gonna happen?” he’s shocked at his own words, his face showing it. tony raises his eyebrows. both your hands cover your mouth.

not wanting to deal with peter, tony addresses you instead. “i don’t care how you do it, cover those up. don’t let me see them ever again. understood?” you nod a good amount of times and reach for peter’s hand. he’s about to give it, then tony glares down at what’s happening. peter pulls back immediatelty. “understood. we’ll, um, do better next time,” you agree, tony winching at the idea of a next time.

“you, parker... treat a lady with a little more respect, eh?” tony clicks his tongue at him. he’s referring to all the hickeys. peter’s lips form a line, a sarcastic one that says oh well. “i tried, mr. stark, but y/n wanted me to-“ “christ, that’s enough.” tony furiously shakes his head and starts to walk away from you two. “never again!”

you’re thanking god when he sets off for the living room, you hiding your face in peter’s chest, his face in your hair. “that was terrible. that was the worst thing ever,” you say into him. “i’m sorry, baby. we gotta be more careful.”

it’s not over yet because then, the toaster dings. you’d completely forgotten about the waffles. you and peter both separate with your millionth shared look of terror. tony comes rushing back into the room, very familiar with that noise.

“first you destroy my daughter, now my toaster? pete... you’re in for it, kid.”

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Objections: Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

synopsis: you go to a wedding as the maid of honor for your best friend, so you have to keep things proper. But there's always room to have a little fun, right? (a piece for the Gangland Collab hosted by @semisgroupie)

wc: 2.5k

tw: NSFW

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Flustered.

That's one way to describe how you're feeling while everyone is running around and making demands. You're barely dressed when the bride - and your best friend - comes into your shared hotel room with a red face.

"Y/n, my shoes won't buckle!"

You stoop to help Mizuki silently, hoping she would calm down after your assistance. But then she begins to complain bout how awful the wedding rehearsal had gone the night before, where only two out of the four groomsmen had shown up. The best man had even sat the rehearsal dinner out, claiming to have a wicked hangover—a likely story.

"There," you state, standing up and pulling your blush-colored dress straps over your shoulders.

"Thanks, y/n. Don't know what I'd do without you."

And you carry Mizuki's flowers as she rushes across the courtyard to the church, her hands full of tulle skirt. And you adjust her veil when it slips off her hair a little. All the things her mother would have been there to do, you're there for instead. Because that's just who you are.

The groom and the groomsmen have already descended the aisle, and you hand Mizuki her flowers as her father approaches her in the church's lobby. His tattoos are covered by the long-sleeved suit and buttoned-up shirt, but you know Mr. Magahara would show his tattoos if he could.

"You're the best maid of honor," he mentions, and you smile, giving him a wink.

"Wouldn't give this up for the world."

As you walk down the aisle alone, you smile at all of the family members present on Mizuki's side, knowing each and every one of them by name and function. You take your place across from the groomsmen standing behind the groom and eye the best man - a tall, black-haired fellow - with curiosity. His black eyes flick to you for a moment, linger on your appearance in the blush silk, and then turn away just as quickly as if you no longer existed. But Mizuki is coming down the aisle, and you turn toward her, placing your best "I Want to Be Here" smile on your face.

The wedding vows and ceremony passes in a blur, and before you know it - she and her white-haired groom are wedded. As they leave, you walk back up the aisle beside the best man, secretly wondering why he couldn't just suck it up the night before, but you keep your thoughts to yourself as you wait for the golf carts purchased to take you all to the reception.

"Y/n, you and Geto will get in the next one," Mizuki claims and zips off, facing the crowd while her dress flies around her and Gojo. You turn to the man as he sits in the driver's seat of the white golf cart, and he pats the seat next to him. His cuffs roll up just a bit to reveal a red and black tattoo outline when he does so. You look back up at his face, and Geto raises a brow - noticing you noticing his tattoo.

"I don't bite..." he offers, shrugging. Other people are going past you and the stationary cart as you assess the Yakuza member, but after what feels like forever, you decide to get into the cart, and he starts it up before taking off at a crawl. "Often." Before you can respond, he floors the pedal down on the golf cart, and you scream, holding onto the side rails for dear life.

It would be just your luck. You're stuck in a golf cart with a bona fide crazy man who is in the Yakuza.

When he finally pulls up a the barn, you step off the cart, dizzy, but you feel no more inclined to throw up than you did before. However, Geto gets out of the vehicle and loops your arm through his, guiding you towards the repurposed barn like a gentleman.

"Wasn't so bad, was it? Maybe four-and-a-half stars out of five?"

"Out of ten," you mutter, earning you a hearty laugh.

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You're six toasts in and a little unsteady on your feet when Geto turns to you, watching you eat the cupcake offered to you moments before. He places his hand on his chin, examining you in the dim lighting of the venue like he did at the church.

"What?" you wonder, mouth full of icing and cake.

"Just watching you eat that cupcake. Maybe I should've gotten one, yeah?"

"Yeah," you muse, sucking some icing off of your index finger. "They're fucking amazing."

"I bet..." You think you hear him groan in his throat, but you can't be sure, so your attention goes back to the people on the dance floor, and you thumb over to the crowd.

"You don't like dancing?"

"Eh," Geto shrugs, watching the groom sway to the slow song with his bride. "No one's ever asked me to dance with them before." You stand from your chair and offer Geto your hand, praying he wouldn't embarrass you by not taking it.

"Well, Mr. Geto, may I have this dance?"

The man looks at your hand, then back up at your face, as if you were joking. But you continue to stand there, palm up, until he finally takes it, leading you to the dance floor. He pulls you into a traditional slow dance hold - one hand against your waist, the other holding your hand out - and you look up at him, laughing.

"You can dance!"

"Never said I couldn't," he chuckles, smiling down at you. "Just said I hadn't." After a few moments of this, the song changes to something fast and exciting - definitely a song that makes you want to shake your ass a little. At first, the mafia member is caught off-guard by the song, but he dances along with you, mouthing the words to the song.

"You acted like you've never been to a party before," you mention, and he shakes his head, his banging flopping back and forth.

"Always rolled up in the back and watched the festivities."

Your entire perception begins to shift, and for some reason, your cheeks heat up under his gaze. It's the alcohol, you consider. It has to be.

But as you move closer to him and Geto takes your hips in his hands, you know you won't be able to escape this evening unscathed. The DJ changes the song to a sultry and seductive song, and you follow the beat, rolling your body under the firm grip of the hands on your body. Your fingers creep up Geto's suit and rest on his chest, eyes following and resting on his face. He leans down and exhales in your ear, and you tilt your head back, hair tickling the back of your neck.

"Fuck..." he breathes, and you stifle a moan when his hands creep up to the top of the back of your dress. "Y/n, I don't know if I can keep dancing with you like this... Makes me think about--"

"Don't," you whisper, feeling the need grow in your stomach. "Don't say it. We just met, and I can't... I shouldn't..."

"I'm renting a hotel room tonight and heading back into town in the morning," he adds, ignoring your plea. "Maybe we could..." Geto leaves the ending open, and you close your eyes, hissing as he grips your ass.

"You're making a scene."

The sound of Mizuki behind you is enough to startle the both of you into sobriety. You look back, and Gojo and Mizuki raise their brows at the two of you simultaneously.

"If you're going to fuck each other, don't do it here. Go on," Gojo smirks, jerking his chin at you. "Get out of here."

Neither of you needs any more permission to take off and go back to the hotel.

"Get your things and meet me on floor ten."

You fumble with the keycard as you stumble into the hotel room you shared with Mizuki. Nothing but the thoughts of being under Geto fill your mind as you throw your things into a bag and rush up to the tenth floor.

Geto is standing in front of the elevators and scrolling on his phone, his black jacket slung over his shoulder and tattoos on full display from his forearms to his elbows. Shit.

He notices you immediately and holds his hand out for your bag, then walks you to a room at the end of the hall. The plush carpet beneath you makes you a little unsteady on your feet, but you keep your composure and step into the room behind him. He sets your bag on the couch in the room, sighing and placing his jacket over it before walking over to where you are, still standing at the now-closed door in anticipation. He tilts your chin up and smiles, leaning in for a kiss without speaking.

And you give him exactly what he wants, pressing your back against the door as Geto runs his hands over your body slowly, deliberately. "You've been driving me crazy all night long," he muses, pulling away from you and tapping your nose with his index finger. "But now I've got you right where I want you."

"Wait," you murmur, head hazy, already drunk on his essence. "I don't even know your first name."

"Suguru," he whispers against your lips. "But I go by Su."

And before you know it, you're moaning that name over and over again, his head between your legs and hands on your thighs. You can see all of his tattoos from his back to his hips, and for a moment, you're lost in the intricate patterns and swirls and animals. Your hands are tangled in his hair, and he moans when you tug slightly on it, pushing him into your cunt a little more.

"Please, Su..." you beg, and he answers your request by sucking on your clit and flicking his eyes up to watch your face change. "Oh my god." Your rock your hips against his face, and he hums loudly, bordering on a growl while his tongue flicks back and forth. "Ah!" Your orgasm arrives faster than you thought it would, catching you off-guard and making your back arch.

Suguru grabs your hips and repositions you so he's still eating you out as you cum. And when you're done, he pulls away slowly, licking his lips and peeling his pants off.

"That's a good girl," he mutters, pushing your legs up and grasping his hard length. "You ready for me?"

"Yes, please," you whine, and Suguru slides his cock up and down your pussy before slapping it with his cock head a few times.

"Wet as fuck," he groans, then slides into you, barely getting his cock past your entrance before easing up. "And tight as shit. Damn, Satoru owes me ten bucks."

You're about to ask what the hell that means, but he slides back into you, and the thought evaporates. "Oh, Su!" The man slides back out, then in, gaining a few inches each time. His hips meet yours with a slap of skin, a rhythm he maintains as your own personal initiation begins.

"Keep those hips still for me, kitten." You obey, moaning in time with his thrusts and watching his cock pump in and out of you with a milky, white ring of your cum forming at the base. "Look at that... You're creamin' all over my cock." All you can do is moan in response, feeling your body flush under his gaze. Lithe fingers dance around your collarbone before sliding back down to your breasts, toying with your nipples carefully.

"Can we..." You gasp as he leans down and swipes his tongue across your breast, the sound of your moans and groans cutting through the static in your head.

"What'd you say?"

"Can we--" Another gasp is pulled from you when Suguru tugs your right nipple with his teeth, delivering a shock of pain and pleasure.

"You keep stopping mid-sentence, kitten. Spit it out." All this time, he hasn't stopped thrusting into you, and you frown a little, trying to recall what you wanted to say.

"Su, can we please -- ah!" Suguru drives a hand toward your clit and rolls it between his fingers.

"Baby," he chastises, smirking playfully. "Didn't they teach you to finish your sentences in grade school?" You huff in response, and Suguru laughs, pulling his hand away and leaning over you. "No, really. What is it, y/n?"

"Can you fuck me from behind, please?" Suguru's brows raise, and you swallow hard, feeling him pull out slowly.

"Be my guest," he encourages you, and you flip over, scooting to the edge of the bed eagerly. Suguru slaps each ass cheek once before entering you again. "Go ahead," he murmurs, and you bounce back onto his cock, taking control. You look back at the Yakuza member and bite your bottom lip, feeling your climax build.

"Feels so fucking good, Su," you whisper, and his mouth parts at the way you look. "So damn sexy..."

He slides out of you almost instantly, pushing you onto the bed and mounting you from above. "Trying to make me cum, huh? I know your little tricks. I've got something for that." He doesn't sound displeased at all, just a little surprised, but his reaction no longer matters as he pounds into your little cunt as hard and fast as he can, pushing your hips into the bed over and over again. A hand crawls up to your neck, and Suguru latches his lips onto your earlobe, traveling lower while he fucks you so hard that the headboard begins to shake.

"The h-headboard," you cry out, but Suguru pays you no mind, keeping you in place while he thrusts into your abused cunt until you tip over the edge, choking out a sound between a wail and grunt.

"Good girl," he whispers in your ear as your hand scramble to find purchase among the silken sheets and pointless pillows. "Cum for me... just like that." A ragged inhale triggers his climax, but you're still riding your high as he rocks into your cunt, filling you with his cum. You both lay on the bed, recovering with deep inhales and exhales, and a soft moan or two.

"Shit," you breathe.

"That was fucking amazing." Suguru stays inside of you but pulls you onto your side so he's spooning your body carefully.

"You're in the Yakuza," you whisper. "Does this mean I can never tell anyone about what we did?" Suguru laughs loudly, shaking your body as he holds you.

"Everyone watched you and I leave, I don't think there's any confusion about what we're doing. And even if they didn't Gojo will tell them for sure." You groan, but Suguru pulls you in closer. "Don't worry, y/n. I won't let them embarrass you. I'll make sure to let them see you with me on dates, too."

[turtle-steverogers]

i was thinking but do you know the unsent project? it is this website where you can write a message to your first love that you never sent to them. now imagine steve writing one (or multiple) to bucky after he came out of the ice after nat told him about it... yeah

hello hi anon this broke me and it was too perfect not to turn into a ficlet klafjldskjfalskf thank you

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Unsent Letters

To:

Steve’s fingers freeze over the keyboard, the cursor blinking at him. It feels like it’s taunting him-- teasing him with the burden of choking out a name. What should he even say? The sender is anonymous, but how many people are named Bucky out there? Would anyone even care?

To: Bu

Steve huffs and backspaces, his hands trembling as he curls them into fists. He isn’t sure what provoked Natasha to tell him about this website. It’s a cruel tease to everything he wishes he could say-- wished he could say before Bucky slipped through his fingers. And now his only option is yelling into an abyss. The text box is black and daunting. He turns it yellow. No, too happy. Green. Yes, that’s fine. Bucky’s favorite color was always green.

His gaze wanders away from the screen of his hefty Dell laptop and out the window of his apartment. DC’s low rising buildings span out in front of him. His gut aches; he misses New York already. But he knows being there would only mangle his soul further, seeing his already alien home torn to shreds by literal space whales. He huffs, thinking of Bucky’s comics. His stories came to life after all. Bucky would have probably vibrated out of his skin if he knew there was other life out there.

To: My astronaut

How’s space treating you? It’s treating me pretty badly, if I’m being honest. If only you could see what it’s done to Brooklyn. I think you’d be pretty mad at it if you knew…

Steve hesitates, reading back over what he’s typed. It’s stupid as hell, and he cringes, but he doesn’t backspace. His fingers find the keys again.

I miss you something awful. I don’t think that even encompasses how much I’m hurting without you. I feel so lost right now-- space is much bigger and scarier than you’d think. I know you’d love it. I wish you could see bits of it, but god, I just want to go home. I want you to come home.

Steve freezes again and finds the screen blurry where tears have welled in his eyes. His jaw clenches as he pictures the way Bucky would laugh at him-- teasing him for his dramatics and ruffling his hair. He wishes he could be there now, rolling his eyes and nudging Steve’s shoulder.

“What’re you upsetting yourself for?” He’d say, gently closing the laptop and coaxing Steve into his arms. “I’m right here, pal.”

And if Steve closes his eyes, he can almost feel Bucky’s warmth enveloping him. But he’s not there. He’s dead, and Steve’s a goddamn ghost, drifting through a future that doesn’t know him.

He opens his eyes and stares at the text box, then clicks submit.

The screen loads, and his message is gone, his pain forever documented in the abyss.

-

For someone who fought aliens two weeks after waking up from his impromptu seventy year sleep, Steve’s life is pretty monotonous. He contemplates this unfortunate fact as he stands in front of his toaster, hair sticking up on the back of his head as he nurses a mug of coffee and waits for his toast to pop.

It’s 5:45 in the morning and he tries to remember a time when he didn’t rise this early. Before the war, perhaps. Though, he’s always been a bit of an early bird. His home life was sporadic to put it lightly and he’d learned from an early age that the sooner he was awake, the better it was for everyone. Vigilance is not a new concept for Steve.

He hasn’t always stayed up late, though. That’s certainly new, and he feels this fact viscerally as he catches sight of his reflection in the microwave. There are bags under his eyes that will be gone by mid-morning thanks to the serum. Dermatologists hate him, Natasha says. Steve thinks he’s pretty lucky that the serum more or less equipped him with a built-in anti-aging agent. His father had started balding by thirty.

His toast pops and he starts a little, blinking blearily at the slightly burnt bread as he pulls it out of the toaster with his thumb and forefinger. He spreads on the same raspberry jam and butter that he uses every morning and tries not to think of how bland it tastes in his mouth as he eats it standing at the counter. Another routine.

He tries not to look at last night’s dishes in the sink as he stacks his plate and silverware on top and doesn’t bother sorting out his hair before pulling on his sneakers and slipping out of his apartment. The sun hasn’t quite risen yet, only the beginning tendrils of light sneaking over the low tops of the DC buildings, and Steve vaguely regrets not grabbing a sweatshirt before he left. It’s not quite Summer yet and the mornings could still get pretty cool.

He’s about to take off down the street when he freezes. Natasha is sitting on the steps of his complex, wearing a pair of pink tinted sunglasses and tossing up and down the keys to her car. Steve blinks, rubs his eyes, then blinks again. Nope. She’s still there.

“Nat?”

Natasha looks up at him and smiles. “Hello.”

Steve shifts, uncomfortable. “Hi. You need something? Is there a mission?”

“No,” Natasha says lightly, standing. “You’re not running this morning, though. Come on, I’m taking you to Starbucks.”

“What?”

“Starbucks. You’re going to try it.”

“I don’t want--”

“Steve, you do the same thing every day. Step out of your comfort zone a little.”

Steve frowns, but Natasha’s right-- he really doesn’t ever stray from his routine.

“Fine,” he says, and twenty minutes later, they’re strolling into the nearest Starbucks.

He’s only been in one before, and that was to use the restroom while on a run. He’d bought a water bottle in an attempt to not be rude and use their facilities without giving them any business, but he hadn’t even considered the expansive menu. All the fancy names were too daunting.

They’re just as daunting now as he stares up at the board, heart hammering out of his chest as he’s faced with indecision. Natasha takes one look at his face, and reaches out to squeeze his arm.

“I’ll order something for you,” she says. “What kind of coffee do you like?”

Steve gives her a pained look. “Um… just coffee?”

Natasha quirks a smile and orders him something called a caramel macchiato. He’ll take it, he guesses.

The drink is too damn sweet and sugary and he almost gags. Still, he was always told to finish what he was given, so he drinks the whole thing.

-

To: Mr. Sweet Tooth

You’d fucking love it here. Everything is packed with sugar and sweetness-- enough to make even my teeth rot. I had something called a caramel macchiato today and it tasted like someone took your ma’s caramels and condensed them into a cup. I couldn’t stand it, but I know if you were here, you’d want at least twelve. I hope you’re enjoying all the sweets you can up in space.

Love, Mr. Boring

-

Steve’s fingers are stiff and frozen as he works at the straps of his stealth suit. The tangy taste of saltwater still sits heavy on his tongue, and he clenches his jaw to keep his teeth from chattering too harshly as he finally peels off his suit. It’s not much better, being naked, but at least the wet fabric isn’t clinging to him anymore.

The mission had been pretty straightforward until some alien tech managed to blast the quinjet to kingdom come, and they all free-fell straight into the freezing Atlantic.

Steve had managed to keep it together as they took down the goddamn mad scientist that fucked them over, but now that he’s home and alone, he can feel the adrenaline crashing.

He’s shaking from more than just the cold as he draws himself a warm bath, and he pulls his knees up to his chest, trying to breathe through the panic that wants to engulf his entire being.

He loses time for a bit, and comes back to himself lying in his bed, burrowed under several thick layers. He feels so cold, down to his very soul-- a chill that he can never seem to truly shake, even when he’s warm.

Not for the first time, he wishes Bucky were there to hold him. He slips off to sleep thinking old, comforting thoughts of Bucky rubbing his hands between his own, coaxing his head under his chin to engulf him in that natural warmth of his. He always was a fucking furnace.

But when Steve wakes an hour later, shaking hard enough to move the bed with the force of the nightmare he’d dropped into, Bucky is not there to soothe away the ice.

-

To: JB

im so cold and i cant breathe ever and nothing feels right. I dont know what to do, u were always the problem solver between us and i cant think straight right now and i just want you here please. I cant do this anymore, im so tired please come back. I need you please

-

The Winter Soldier file sits in front of Steve-- a horrifying nightmare wrapped up in a neat brown folder. Residual nausea swirls around in his gut as he comes down from the horrible high of reading through the contents. His hands shake where they grasp the thick paper. His heart clenches hard in his chest.

Bucky is alive. Bucky is alive, and he’s been unmade.

Steve doesn’t know where he is-- if he’s escaped, or if Hydra found him again. It’s been three weeks now since the helicarriers, and he’s only just gotten the courage to sit down and wade through the shit that is Bucky’s reality.

He just hopes he’s safe. God, he hopes.

Sam says he’ll help him look, and Steve needs to know he’s at least out of danger, but he barely knows where to start.

And he’s sorry. He’s so fucking sorry.

Blinking out of his reverie, Steve looks at his laptop. He feels strange and detached as he reaches for it and logs in.

To: Bucky

And yes, that feels right. He should use his name, since he suspects no one has for a long, long time.

I’m so sorry for what happened to you. I’m sorry that you’ve been hurting so quietly for so long. I understand if you’re not ready to come home-- I understand if you never are. I just hope that you know that there will always be a place with me that is safe. I love you so much and I’m here, forever and always.

Love, Steve.

He’s not naive. He knows it would be dangerous to submit that particular message, so he doesn’t. But that’s okay. That one’s just for him-- for them.

-

“Steve? What is the… Unsent Project?”

Steve frowns and pokes his head out of the kitchen. Bucky is sitting on the couch in the living room, using his laptop, because his own is having storage issues.

Bucky looks at him. “It’s one of your saved tabs. What is it?”

And oh, fuck. Steve had forgotten to remove that from his homepage-- it really wasn’t needed anymore. He blushes all the way to his ears.

“Oh, it’s-- nothing. Not anything important--”

But Bucky has already clicked on the tab.

“The Unsent Project,” he reads aloud. “A collection of unsent text messages to… first… loves…”

He trails off as he processes what he’s looking at, and Steve can’t quite read his expression when he looks at him again. His eyebrows are furrowed, and he’s looking at Steve like he’s some sort of kicked puppy. Steve shifts, uncomfortable.

“Were you sending me… messages? While I was dead?”

Steve swallows. “Um…” and now that Bucky says it out loud, it really does sound quite sad. He shrugs. “It’s Natasha’s fault?”

Bucky shakes his head, clicking on the search bar. He starts to type his name, but Steve shakes his head.

“I didn’t use your name.”

“Oh,” Bucky says, then frowns at him again. “What did you use?”

Steve blushes harder, sitting next to Bucky and taking the laptop from him.

“Um…” he hesitates, then types what he was sure he used as his first alias.

My astronaut

The screen buffers and loads, then fifty or so messages pop up. Steve scrolls down-- it doesn’t take long to find his.

They’re both quiet as they read, and Steve cringes. Jeez, he really had been pretty dramatic. Next to him, Bucky makes a hurt noise.

“Oh, honey,” he murmurs, taking the laptop back from Steve. He reads the message again, then once more, and reaches out for Steve. “Aw, I’m here now.”

Steve huffs, embarrassed. “I know,” he says. “That was way back, like, three weeks after I woke up.”

Bucky stills. “You fought aliens three weeks after you woke up?”

“... More like two.”

Bucky hums. “Are there others?”

“Yeah,” Steve says, reaching out to type on Bucky’s lap, because Bucky is holding him now and he’s quite reluctant to move. He thinks for a moment, then types in the next one he remembers.

Mr. Sweet Tooth

Bucky laughs, and Steve finds himself smiling.

“I find this funny,” Bucky says. “Because caramel macchiatos are definitely one of my favorites now.”

Steve laughs, too, and butts his head against Bucky’s shoulder.

“If only I could tell that to myself back then-- he’d be thrilled.”

“I’m sure,” Bucky says. “Any more?”

Steve hesitates, thinking of the one he’d sent after that nightmare-- when he was low and hurting. Incoherent. He isn’t sure he wants Bucky to see that particular side of his soul, but Bucky has been more than generous in letting him in on his pains nowaday, and it’s not like Bucky hasn’t witnessed Steve’s own current nightmares.

He bites his lip and types in JB. That seems to yield a lot more results, and it takes a while for Steve to find the message.

He hides his face in Bucky’s neck as he reads. Bucky’s arms gradually tighten around him, and a moment later, he feels him kiss the top of his head.

“Honey, I hate that you were hurting so bad,” Bucky mutters against his hair.

Steve shrugs. “We both were,” he says, and it’s true. There’s something to be said about the guilt they both feel for not being able to save the other person at their lowest, but life hasn’t been kind to them. The vitriol, Steve thinks, should be directed at the goddamn universe for keeping them apart, not themselves for fucking dying. They’re working on it.

Bucky’s quiet for a long time. “Yeah, I guess you’re right,” he says. “Is that it?”

Steve shakes his head. “But I never sent the last one.”

“Why not?”

“I wrote it after DC.”

He feels Bucky squeeze him again, and he squeezes back.

“Oh.”

“I just-- I wanted you to know that you didn’t have to come home. That I just wanted you to be safe; needed to know you were safe, but it was up to you. I just needed you to know I was here, if you needed me.”

Bucky pulls back then and cups his face, kissing him soundly. Steve’s surprised for only a moment before he’s kissing back.

“I did know that,” Bucky says against his lips. “I needed time-- I was lost-- but the first thing I knew when I remembered who you were was that you were a safe person, because you’d never force me anywhere.”

Steve kisses him again, then pulls him into a hug. “I’m glad you knew that.” It’s warm, where their chests meet, and Bucky is solid beneath him. Real. He isn’t speaking into an abyss anymore.

-

There’s a sticky note on Bucky’s pillow next to his head when he wakes up the next morning. Steve’s side of the bed is already vacant, and he can’t hear him downstairs. He must have already left for a run.

Propping himself on an elbow, Bucky plucks up the sticky note.

To: My Bucky

Thank you for choosing me to be your home, and thank you forever, for being mine.

I love you with everything I have.

Love, your Steve

Bucky smiles, heart light as he folds the notes. He’ll keep that one with him, he thinks. A little bit of home to bring wherever he goes.

-

anyway yeah fslkjflaskjfls i-- ouch. anything to do with letters w these two hurts me immensely

[yesokaythatsfine69]

Man, That's Deep (Corpse Husband x reader)

Description: Y/n meets Corpse for the first time during a stream of Among Us. Things get a little chaotic from there.

Character(s): Corpse, Jacksepticeye (Sean), PewDiePie (Felix), Valkyrae (Rae), Ken, Disguised Toast (Toast)

Pov: 3rd person

Warning(s): cussing but besides that nah just a bunch of sweet stuff :)

A/n: hello! So I've recently hopped into the whole infatuation with Corpse thing, (it's kinda hard not to.) Thus I decided to write this. Hope you like it!

*none of the Gifs used are mine. Full credit goes to the maker.

A loud blast of thunder pounded the ground near y/n's house causing her to frown. Storms often rattled her, especially because she lived alone and dedicated a majority of her time to streaming and playing pretty frightening games. She tapped on her headphones and leaned back into her chair. Her eyes flashed to her server.

Is it storming here you're at?

"Yeah it's pouring down outside. Maybe it's a good time to play something else... something less terrifying." She ended the game and began to search for something else to stream.

"Any suggestions?" She asked the chat, scrolling through possibilities. Before she could pick, however, her phone buzzed. Reaching over, she picked up the device and checked it's screen. "Hold on, I got a message from Sean. Do you guys wanna watch me play some among us?"

She checked the chat. The responses were ones of excitement, as y/n rarely played among us let alone with the group that Sean played with but everytime y/n and Sean played something together things got interesting, considering how competitive the two were. Her eyes paused at a comment.

Will Corpse be there!?

She sat back in her chair, turning towards her computer. "Uhmm...I don't know actually. All I know is that they need a tenth person and I need a game to play that takes my attention away from this storm..." She began typing in the code.

"Although I've never played with him before nor have I talked to him. However-" she paused before pressing enter. "I do think it'd be cool to talk to him because he seems so kind...okay, I'm in."

She turned on the discord and unmuted, and almost instantly she was thrown into chaos. "She killed right in front of you, Felix!" Y/n's eyes widened and she looked into her camera. "Hey guys." She laughed, turning back to the game.

"Y/n!" Sean said cheerfully, ending whatever was left over from the previous game. A chorus of "y/n's" followed, until a deep baritone voice broke through. "Hello, y/n." She smiled softly at the sound, it being almost prettier than she had imagined. "It's nice to meet you guys."

"Oh yeah, y/n, I forgot you and Corpse haven't met before." Sean spoke as he changed the color of his among us character. "I've been wanting to meet you actually before this but Sean refused to give me your number." Corpse said, and y/n snorted as Sean made a gasping sound.

"That's not even-" "you know that's funny Corpse because I've been wanting to meet you too but Sean told me you didn't have phone." Y/n joined in and the group laughed. "Fuck off." Was all Sean could mumble before the game started and the screen flashed black.

Immediately muting, y/n smiled to herself. "His voice way deeper than I thought it would be. He was talking and I was like...man, that's deep." She giggled when Suddenly imposter flashed on her screen.

She bit her lip when she saw who it was with. Corpse. Their characters then fell into Mira hq, and y/n followed a group up into admin. Waiting for the bar to move until she was able to leave, and when she did she left with Felix and toast, following them into medbay.

The three entered, each going to a separate station. "So, I'm gonna kill toast first, but I gotta get these lights off first." She winked at the camera, before waiting until Rae and sykkuno also entered. Then she shut off the lights and killed. The group seemed to miss it as they hurried to turn the lights back on.

After getting the lights on, she made her way to decontamination, where she saw corpse. He had apparently been waiting for her, and they unmuted mics to speak.

"How's it going?" She laughed. "It's going. Did you need some protection?" It was Corpse's turn to laugh. "From who, we're both imposters?" They shared a laugh. "Oh my God, I killed toast like twenty minutes ago and they still haven't found him."

Corpse laughed again and y/n became dedicated to pulling that sound from his lips as much as she could. "I'll admit, they're a little slow."

Then, both Sean and Felix entered. Without uttering a word and almost in complete synchronization they double killed. Y/n giggled as they escaped, putting herself back on mute.

"This is so much fun! I love killing my friends!" Finally as she spoke that someone has found toasts body. "Medbay." Rae's cartoonish voice relayed. "Oh my, there's like five people dead." It was true, there were like five people dead. Corpse had found the time to kill two others before the double kill.

"I think- I think that it may be y/n." Sykkuno said, and y/n immediately sat up. "Why? I was in medbay with you and left before you did. Actually I think that was the last time I saw toast, was with you in medbay."

"Yeah and I've seen y/n a lot in the game. I haven't seen you sykkuno." Corpse said, coming to y/n's aid. Her cheeks reddened when he said her name. "Yeah, and you seem almost too trusting." Rae said.

Y/n smiled. "I'm voting Sykkuno. I'm not sure who the other one is, though." The four argued slightly and y/n muted. "Corpse...is so good."

She turned to the server, seeing everyone thoughts.

Wow y/n and corpse r so cute

Her cheeks reddened.

I think someone may be crushin 👀

"Guys, come on! I have just met him!" However her words were just a feeble attempt and she turned back to the game. Sykkuno was the last to vote, voting for himself.

With that, they won. Who knew how satisfying the word victory in big red letters could be. They arrived back into the lobby, where Sean immediately let them have it. "My own best friend! My own. Best. Friend. Killing me. In cold blood."

"if you don't want me to kill you play better!" Y/n jokingly shouted back. "Besides y/n and I are best friends now." Corpse spoke as he put on a flower which matched the one y/n's among us character wore.

"All I'm gonna say is that I knew her before all of you." Rae said, adding to the chaos. Y/n laughed and turned to her server.

Ooohhh are they fighting over you?

She rolled her eyes and returned to the chat. "Everytime we play with someone new you do this." Felix was complaining, also changing into the flower y/n wore.

Finally the new game was started and y/n got crew mate. It wasn't as exciting and she couldn't talk to corpse now, but it was still fun.

She got a few tasks done, and from the corner of her eye she saw toast and corpse and enter the are she was in, in reactor. "Corpse!" She said a little too excitedly. Recovering quickly she added, "And Toast!"

However part of her doubted her watchers were amused.

The lights turned off. "Damn, that was-" almost immediately she was killed by toast, probably giving her a taste of her own medicine. Immediately a hand covered her mouth and she groaned. "God fucking! What the hell toast!"

She sat in stunned silence for a second. "I guess I'll-" Corpse found her and immediately reported. "Y/N!" He laughed over his mic. "Not y/n!" "I guess that means we're the only ones left with matching flowers." Felix cut in.

"Alright who killed my best friend?" Sean said into the mic. "Wait, wait, wait. First of all- she's mine, sean-" in that moment y/n all but blacked out, but forced herself to show no reaction, lest her viewers smite her.

"and secondly. It's toast." "Toast you about to become burnt." Sean said lamely and y/n was lifted out her haze enough to snort at his bad joke. "What why is it me!?" "Because you were the last person I saw her with. It's definitely you."

Ken softly added. "I think he's right because I can't imagine corpse killing y/n." The others laughed, and y/n leaned back into her chair, slumping down.

Toast was voted out, and the game continued. Y/n was left to follow corpse around until, Felix came from behind and killed him.

"oh my God." Y/n said, laughing. Then corpse turned on his mic. "Y/n, we're both dead." She laughed again, "I know! The games definitely more boring now that we're gone."

For a few moments they spoke about the game, until y/n began telling him about the storm. "Where do you live?" "Uh, I live in Los Angeles. Usually it never storms here, though. Where do you live?"

"San Diego." She sat up. "Oh my God that's only like two hours away. We should hang sometime." He laughed. "I'd really enjoy that, y/n." "You could come up here and we could go bother some rich people. I know where James lives."

"I would love to bother rich people with you, especially James." She smiled. "Covid permitting of course." "Of course."

Finally that game ended, with them finally figuring out that it was Felix.

Y/n stretched out, and agreed to play one more game. This time she got imposter with Sean.

She laughed manically, and clapped her hands together excitedly. "This is gonna be good!" Together the two worked as a team, delightedly playing off each other. One would sabotage and the other would kill. However the two did have one weakness and it was definitely their competitive nature's.

It had become a who can kill the most players in a game contest. And y/n was now trailing behind until, finally, she found Rae and sykkuno all in the same room. Sean had followed her in and it looked like a perfect opportunity to commit a double kill. Y/n got Rae with a clean kill and Sean got sykkuno. Then in came corpse.

"fuck!" Y/n shouted, leaping from her chair "he saw us! Corpse totally saw us! Shit!" Both Sean and y/n said nothing waiting for corpse to speak. "Oh my God. Sean how could you!" For several seconds Sean didn't reply. Then he forced out a weak "what?" Corpse sighed. "He killed sykkuno right in front of me. I didn't see anyone else around."

Y/n's mouth dropped. He wasn't going to say anything. He was going to let her slide. Of course, Sean would be getting voted out but that was a small price to pay. She looked into her camera in shock.

Her server was blowing up.

He ain't gonna snitch on daddy

She covered her mouth for fear they'd hear her laugh.

Corpse suddenly became blind after watching Sean kill sykkuno

She voted poor Sean out and the game continued.

Corpse followed her around and watched as she killed more. Seemingly the last comment about him being blind was true.

Another victory was won, and y/n braced herself for the upcoming shitstorm that was the discord call. "I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU CORPSE!" Rae blasted. Y/n laughed until a loud blast of lightning shook the house and caused the lights to blink on and off. She yelped, her cat running into the room.

"wow, what was that?" Ken asked. "You okay, y/n?" Sean's voice called. She sighed. "Yeah, but I think i better log off. It was a lot of fun you guys! Thanks for letting me join."

A chorus of "yeah!" "No problem!" And "join us again!" Welcomed her. "Yeah, if y/n leaves I'm probably gonna leave too. I'll see you guys soon."

Ignoring the ohhh and aww comments of her chat she signed off.

Her phone rang and she smiled, answering it and pulling it to her ear. "Sean finally give you my number?"

Corpse laughed from the other end. "yeah, yeah. You were serious about meeting up right?" She chuckled softly. "Very." She heard him sigh happily. "Good, good. Hey if you're staying up maybe we could...chat some more?"

She smiled brightlyand her cheeks hurt. "I'd want nothing more." Suddenly her ohone buzzed and she pulled it from her ear to check. It was a message from Sean.

"you're on the phone with him right now, aren't you?"

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A/n: please feel free to give critism and requests. Thanks for reading!

[fredshufflepuff]

Can you do one about young Sirius Black or young Remus Lupin please? Thank you!😊

why so serious, sirius? || s.b ✧˖*°࿐

summary: sirius is a jerk towards you, showing you how he really feels without shame. what happens when he goes too far?

a/n: i got wayyyy too carried away with this omg.

series partially inspired by @hxlyhead-harpies ‘s congratulations weasley fic <3

warnings: fem!reader, young!sirius, platonic remus!relationship, language, angst, enemies to lovers, part one to a two(three?) part series.

word count: 1,316

“good morning, my loves!” you sang, approaching the gryffindor table with a smile on your cheery face. lily and james returning the gesture as you took a seat next to them.

remus wasn’t up yet, probably still shit faced in his room while everyone else was at breakfast.

sirius on the other hand...

“why’re you always so damn loud?” the dark haired boy growled, his eyes darting to yours as he took a bite of his toast.

“why’re you always so aggressive?” you spat back, your mood immediately souring at his bitter attitude towards you and you only.

“snappy now, are we?”

you ignored his comment and grabbed a plate, not wanting him to ruin your morning. how could sirius have so much anger in him? especially it being so early.

“sirius, mate—leave the poor girl alone” a familiar voice spoke, the groups heads turning to see remus standing behind the boy with a tired grin.

a smile came to your face as you ushered for him to sit next to you, remus accepting as he plopped down next to you—immediately asking you how you slept.

sirius couldn’t help but sink back into his seat, his jaw clenched and eyes darted towards the pair as they talked about upcoming classes.

“mate, you’re staring” james whispered, nudging his stubborn friend in the side as he snapped out of his thoughts.

“i wasn’t staring” he snapped, turning to a skeptical james and a grinning lily. of course the red head girl knew what was really going on, when it came to the bickering pair lily was always there to read what was going on. “what, lily?!”

“you know what” she drawled out, her head titling to y/n as she took a sip from her pumpkin juice, “i’m not blind, sirius.”

“neither am i, i’d never stare at something as repulsive as y/l/n” he spat, his voice loud enough for you to hear. and of course you did, that’s why your heart clenched, but you didn’t give him the reaction he was pushing for.

instead, you continued your conversation with remus like nothing had happened—despite your stomach twisting as the cruel words replayed in the back of your head.

breakfast was over and you said your goodbyes to the group, everyone except sirius. there was a game later versus slytherin and everyone decided to meet up after classes.

“by the court yard, right?” you checked, lily nodding and reminding you that they’d all leave from there.

“great! see you then” you chirped, spinning on your heel and making your way down the corridor.

you heard footsteps approach you from behind, remus coming into view as he threw his arm around you. “didn’t think i wouldn’t walk you to class, did you?”

“i didn’t forget...” you trailed off, remus mumbling a ‘rubbish’ as you giggled at his response.

you’re relationship with remus was nothing but platonic, you’ve known the boy since first year—it would be impossible for you to feel anything other than friendship for him.

and he felt the same way, he saw you as a sister to him; he was your big brother in a way. he protected you from harms way and would hex anyone that talked bad about you—especially sirius. but you and him both knew the boy wouldn’t stop anytime soon with his constant teasing, so you told remus to lay off. you loved him of course for being so caring and thoughtful, but you didn’t want anything to escalate.

“potions with slughorn?” remus asked, completely forgetting what your first class was. you gave a tired sigh as you nodded in response, practically dreading to enter the room.

“have fun with that” he teased, pinching your side before opening the door for you, “i’ll see you at the courtyard.”

“thanks, rem” you smiled, ruffling the boys hair before entering the student filled room. it was loud and noisy, signaling to you that slughorn wasn’t there yet. no one would dare laugh nor talk if that dreadful man was around, he always sucked the life out of everything.

“was wondering when you’d get here” sirius said, watching you with narrow eyes as you took a spot next to him.

it’s not like you wanted to, slughorn assigned sirius to be your partner for the entire year, which also included sitting next to the irritating bastard.

“you were waiting for me?” you teased, your eyebrow cocking as he scoffed in annoyance—mumbling a quiet ‘yeah right.’

“zip it! class has begun!” slughorn announced, cutting your conversation with the boy short as he entered the room. his robe swayed back and forth dramatically as he cleanly yanked up the sleeves, his sharp eyes scanning the pairs of students.

“today we will be brewing amortentia” he drawled, walking around to his desk before crossing his arms, “does anyone know what the amortentia does?”

your hand shot up grabbing his attention, his head nodding for you to go on.

“it’s a powerful love potion sir, amortentia smells different to everyone, according to what attracts them,” you explained, slughorn’s lips turning into a thin line of approval.

“very good, y/l/n. 10 points to y/h.”

you heard sirius scoff from next to you, mumbling a ‘show off’ under his breath—but loud enough for you to hear.

“fuck off” you snapped, voice low so snape couldn’t hear as he rambled on about the potion and how to not mess it up.

you had two hours to perfect the assignment, which could be hard considering how you had sirius as your partner.

“get the cauldron and we can begin” you waved him off, his eyes rolling as he mumbled something ONCE AGAIN—under his breath.

this was going to be a long two hours.

“powdered moonstone, sirius! not moonstone powder!”

“what’s the difference?!”

“crush the pearls into dust.”

“rose thorn, sirius, not just the rose!”

“you bitch too much.”

“just shut up and grab the ashwinder egg.”

“done!” you announced, a tired smile coming to your face as you watched the potion turn into a vibrant pink color.

“is that so, y/l/n? black?” slughorn asked the two of you, his figure looming over your work area as he narrowed his eyes towards the cauldron.

“yes, sir.”

he hummed quietly to himself before ushering you to smell it, tell him what scent it gave off and write it down.

“go first, just in case it blows up” sirius said, your eyes narrowing as you shoved him to the side. you leaned over the cauldron and stared into the pink liquid, a smell of smoke and sugar filling your scent.

“odd” you mumbled, stepping back and grabbing a quill to scribble it down. “well, what did you smell?”

“none of your business, black” you snapped, his eyes darting daggers into you as he bit the inside of his cheek.

“not like i cared anyway, y/l/n” he mimicked, leaning over the cauldron himself and waiting for a smell to emit.

“pressed flowers and rain.”

“pressed flowers? that’s awfully specific” you said, rolling your eyes at his claim. who smells pressed flowers? that’s like you saying ‘dark black smoke,’ way too descriptive.

ridiculous, you thought.

“you can never not be a bitch can you?” he snapped, your stomach twisting as you glared at him.

“cut the chatter! clean up your stations” slughorn barked, the classroom going quiet as you quietly moved to get the cauldron.

man, sirius was a dick.

“amortentia?! what did you smell?” lily asked, eagerly wanting to know who you desired.

you had to desire someone, you couldn’t just be alone forever. but you made it painfully clear that you fancied no one here at hogwarts. at least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.

“smoke and sugar” you hummed, your eyes wandering around as you waited for the rest of your group to show up, “odd isn’t it? i mean, who smells like smoke and sug-”

“sirius!”

[spencer-reid-in-a-pool]

Room For Dessert

anon requested- Can you do a smut where rossi has a dinner party but also has his Niece staying with him because her apartment is being fumigated. Her and Spencer hit it off and go at it.

anon requested- smut 54: you better be quiet or everyone is going to know what a naughty little slut you are. and 59: such a needy little thing, aren't you? with Spencer

Contains: fingering (female receiving), hand job (male receiving), mention of pregnancy/breeding kink, name calling, slight degradation, unprotected sex, swearing, sexual acts in a public setting

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I had never met my uncle David's co-workers before. He had always talked about introducing us, but it just never seemed to be the right time. It seems that today though, the world decided it was the right time.

He was having a dinner party tonight and my apartment needed to be fumigated. What luck!

I figured I would be staying with him for a couple days, so I packed my things after work yesterday. Now it was Saturday, the day of the party, and time to head over.

I had to admit I was nervous. A dinner party with people I didn't know? Talk about awkward. But I decided to make the most of it.

Once I was at his house, he took me to a spare room that would be mine for the next few days and showed me where everything was. Not that I would remember since we're in a mansion.

A few hours passed and it was time for people to start arriving. As I was getting my party clothes on, I could hear voices downstairs. Guess I should hurry.

Once I was done with my hair, makeup, and clothes, I made my way slowly down the stairs. The voices got progressively louder as I got closer.

A few people were scattered around the immediate area. A dark-haired woman stood talking to a blonde woman over near the far side of the room. Uncle David was talking with an Asian man and a dark-skinned woman by the entrance to the kitchen. And lastly, a well-built Hispanic man sat talking to a blonde woman in colorful clothing and a tall, slightly unkempt man.

I wasn't sure where to go first so I just kind of stood on the bottom step without saying anything. Then Uncle David noticed me.

"Ah there she is! We've been waiting for you. Come on and mingle while the food is finishing up."

At his words, the room full of people all turned their heads toward me.

Slightly taken aback by all the eyes on me, I gave a small wave and a smile before making my way down to them.

"It's nice to meet you guys! I'm (Y/N). Uncle David has told me about all of you."

The woman wearing bright colors made her way over to me first, a glass of champagne in hand.

"It's so nice to meet you! Your dress is to die for!"

She then enveloped me in a one arm hug. I hugged her back and accidentally made eye contact with the tall guy in the back. He quickly looked away. What was he staring at me for?

"I'm Penelope by the way!"

She pulled away and smiled at me once more before making room for the next person.

Emily, JJ, Luke, Tara, and Matt all introduced themselves. The last guy must be...

"Dr. Spencer Reid," he said as he stuck his hand out to shake.

Oh. Oh wow.

Now that I got a closer look at him, I could see why his nickname was "Pretty Boy." If we hadn't been in front of so many people, I would've had to jump his bones right then.

I shook his hand shyly.

"It's nice to meet you. I've heard a lot about you. Aren't you a little too attractive to be in the FBI? How does anyone get their work done?"

Spencer cleared his throat and glanced around the room to see people start walking to the kitchen. The food must be almost done.

"Well, why don’t you sit next to me at the dinner table? I’ll make sure to tell you all about my...work,” he murmured as he made no attempts to hide his eyes roaming my body.

Did-did he just...?

Before I could think anything coherent, he began walking away. He was probably just messing with me. I’m just being stupid.

Still, my legs felt a bit weak as I made my way into the kitchen. They were all sitting down and the only empty seat was next to Spencer. As I approached, he jumped up and pulled out the chair.

“Here let me.”

He gave me a bashful look, not at all like the look he gave my body moments ago in the living room. What is this guy’s deal?

I gave him a small smile and took a seat. He pushed me towards the table and sat down next to me.

Uncle David did his toast thing to be thankful for everyone being here, and then we started dishing up our food. There was so much to choose from that my plate became full almost immediately.

“So tell me,” I said to the man next to me, “What’s it like to be the BAU’s resident genius?”

Spencer glanced at me as he gathered food onto his plate.

“Well, I wouldn’t say that an IQ score or any amount of knowledge makes someone a genius. Not that both of those aren’t high for me, but I don’t like to quantify the term genius.”

He paused for a moment before continuing.

“But between you and me, it feels pretty good.”

I giggled and he smiled at me. He has a nice smile.

“Hey I made you laugh and it wasn’t at me. Maybe I’m getting somewhere with women.”

I traced the rim of my champagne glass before looking at him. I know I’d like to go somewhere with him...

“I don’t see how women aren’t all over you, Doctor. I mean. Have you looked in a mirror?”

Spencer chuckled and smiled, almost nervously.

“I’d rather look at you.”

My cheeks got hot and I blinked rapidly. Oh no. This is it. It’s happening.

But I hadn’t forgotten that look he gave me before we sat down. I hadn’t forgotten the way he undressed me with his eyes. If he wanted to mess with me then I would mess with him too.

I leaned over slowly so no one would notice and began talking in a low voice in his ear.

“What parts of me would you like to look at, Doctor?”

Spencer choked on his drink when I finished speaking. I leaned away feeling accomplished and with a painful twitch in my chest from trying not to lose my shit at him sputtering like an idiot.

But it would seem that karma is, in fact, a bitch.

“How about I start with those pretty tits of yours?”

It was my turn to choke on my drink this time. This earned me a few glances from the people across from me at the table.

“You two okay over there?” Emily asked us, having no clue what was really happening on our side of the table.

Spencer gave me a fake confused glance and then met Emily’s eyes.

“Of course, why wouldn’t we be?”

She shrugged and seemed to leave it at that, turning back to her conversation with JJ.

“How about...,” Spencer began next to me in a low voice so that no one would hear, “We have a little fun?”

I raised an eyebrow at him, not really sure what he meant by that.

He widened his eyes and looked me up and down in response as if to say, “You know exactly what I mean.”

I tried not to smile as big as I wanted to, so I settled on a sly grin in his direction to let him know I was game.

His body seemed to relax in relief almost, something I wasn’t expecting. Was he genuinely interested in me or was he just messing with me because I happened to be here?

I tried distracting myself from these thoughts and started actually eating, since we were at a dinner party after all.

A few minutes went by of idle conversation, although I wasn’t really listening. I responded in short sentences and nods in between bites of food, but my mind was elsewhere.

It wasn’t too long though, until my mind went straight to my thigh, where a hand could be felt slowly making its way up.

Trying not to make it obvious, I turned towards Spencer with a shocked look on my face. He wasn’t even looking at me, he was looking ahead and having a full conversation with Matt and Luke. How is he multitasking this well?

His hand- his very large and warm hand- made its way even farther up, snaking towards my center with a painfully slow pace.

I knew what he was planning, and I was ready for it. At least, I think I am.

His finger brushed against the edge of my panties and he paused. When I looked over at him, he had his chin casually resting on his other hand and was looking at me sideways. He raised an eyebrow to ask me if it was okay.

In response, I took his hand that was so close to where I wanted it to be, and brought it down so that he could feel the wet spot forming just from thinking about what he was getting ready to do.

I think this shocked him a little, so he cleared his throat and looked ahead, picking up another conversation with Tara.

He made his way back to where he was and began slipping fingers past the hem of my panties. They were warm and soft, but still, I shivered.

I tried my best to continue on as normal while people talked to me, but as soon as I felt the pad of his pointer finger stroking my folds, I choked on my words.

No one seemed to notice, so I continued on like nothing happened.

He was teasing me now, touching around my entrance but never going in it. How irritating.

I’m sure he sensed my frustration, since he chuckled under his breath and immediately shoved a finger inside me.

I inhaled sharply, not expecting the force or suddenness. This seemed to please him; at least I’m assuming he was pleased based on the grin that graced his features.

He continued working while he talked, never stopping the motions of going in and out of me. He even began rubbing my clit with another finger while he fingered me. He must be really good at piano. And guitar, for that matter.

It was starting to get a little warm, and my body began reacting to the way he was relentlessly rubbing my clit in hurried circles.

“Spencer,” I hissed so that no one else could hear.

“Hmmm?”

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“I believe I’m trying to make you cum on my fingers.”

My breath hitched in my throat as I felt my core tighten. I looked around to make sure no one had heard us. The coast seemed to be clear.

“You’re gonna pay for this, asshole,” I choked out.

This seemed to only fuel him. His fingers began relentlessly attacking my swollen bundle of nerves and they did not stop. Not even close. He only got faster and faster, and I have no idea how that was even possible to begin with.

I wanted to smack the smirk that appeared when I tightened around his fingers right off his stupid face.

His eyes roamed my sweaty, slightly red face and he slowly pulled his hand from my panties.

Spencer then turned back to his plate and picked up the last bit of his dinner roll that was left. He placed it in his mouth, along with the tips of his fingers that were just in my panties. He pushed the roll farther in his mouth so that his fingers were halfway in. Then he slowly withdrew them, his lips never leaving those damn fingers.

“Mmm Rossi,” Spencer began, turning away from me and to the man he called, “These rolls are really good. Did you make them yourself? I don’t think I’ve ever tasted anything like it.”

This time I choked on my own saliva. So of course, I had a coughing fit that drew everyone’s attention to me.

“Oh my gosh, (Y/N) are you okay? Take a sip of water!” Penelope told me in honest concern for my well being.

I finished coughing and took a long gulp from my glass. I only wished it was whiskey instead of water right now.

“I’m okay, really,” I said, holding my hands up in front of me, “Just... swallowed my food too fast.”

This seemed to satisfy everyone so they all turned back to each other, Spencer’s comment about the rolls forgotten.

“That’s what you get for calling me those mean names, princess,” Spencer murmured next to me.

I stayed silent in response. Two could play at this game.

Without hesitation, I placed my hand against his crotch. And it was... something. I’m not sure if he was that hard or just- that big. Either way, my heart skipped a beat. But I didn’t let that stop me.

I slipped my hand beneath the waistband of his pants and made contact with what I was looking for. I felt him twitch under my touch, but his face gave nothing away to the others at the table.

So I started working. Tracing the length of what I could reach, and rubbing along his shaft with precision.

He took in a sharp breath as I made my way closer to the tip, and he quickly cut a glance my way.

I paid him no mind as I continued, making sure to eat off my plate like normal so as not to draw suspicion. Looking around, I could see that most people were finishing up their food, so I didn’t really have a lot of time left. I started going faster, putting more pressure onto his dick as I went. 

When I looked up to check the scene, I saw Spencer gripping his fork with white knuckles. He was holding on for dear life. Good. 

It was then that a few people began to excuse themselves from the table to go mingle some more before dessert. Shit. I had to hurry. 

I kept picking up speed, probably too much to be honest. But it worked. Spencer stiffened under my touch and a warm, wet spot was now forming in his pants, coating my fingers. He cleared his throat to try and drown out the noise he wanted so badly to make instead. 

I took a deep breath, satisfied with my work, and slowly removed my hand from his pants. It was just us, Penelope, and my uncle left at the table. They were in the middle of a conversation anyway. Luck was on my side tonight.

Spencer excused himself in a hurry, and I waited a few minutes before doing the same. I had no idea where he went, so I just had to walk around and find him somehow. We had unfinished business. 

A few minutes went by of me searching the halls, hopefully not drawing attention to myself. And then I found him, leaning against a wall and looking out the window in front of him. 

When I approached him, I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could get any words out, he grabbed my wrist roughly and pulled me into a closet. Spencer shut the door quietly behind us, though I could tell that he wanted to slam it. Uh oh.

“What the hell was that?” he hissed through gritted teeth.

“I was just playing along! Isn’t that what we wanted to do from the beginning?”

Spencer ran a hand through his hair. Oh, how I wanted to do the same thing.

“Obviously. I’ve been wanting to fuck you senseless since I laid eyes on you.”

My heart skipped a beat and the pulse suddenly went down into my core instead.

“Well do it then,” I murmured while gripping onto his forearms. There was enough space in this closet for many different positions. I just wanted to be as close to him as possible.

“I don’t know if you know what you’re getting yourself into,” Spencer groaned while palming my ass roughly.

“Mmm, I don’t care. I’m on the pill, by the way. So I wanna feel you. All of you. Although I have a pretty strong feeling you’d get off on putting a baby in me, Doctor,” I whispered into his ear before pressing my chest against his. I felt his breathing stop for a split second.

“Shut up,” he growled. It seems I pushed a button.

“Make me.”

Without a word and without hesitation, Spencer shoved me against the wall behind me and locked his mouth onto mine.

It was better than I could’ve imagined. And I had imagined it a lot over the course of tonight.

His tongue immediately shoved past the barrier of my lips and teeth, finding shelter in my mouth. The groans that came from him could have undone me right there, so I held onto his shoulders for dear life. His hands found his way to my ass, and he pushed me against his erection. His very large, very intimidating erection. And then all too soon, he pulled away, a string of saliva and swollen lips the only evidence of what had just happened.

“Who said you were allowed to tease me, huh? You've been pushing my buttons all night, and now look at you. A writhing mess underneath me. Such a needy little thing, aren't you?"

I shivered as his words reached my ears. So he had noticed I was already falling apart once again.

“God,” he moaned into my neck as he pushed me against his dick.

I couldn’t help myself- I moaned with him. The friction of him against my pulsing core was almost too much to handle.

“You sound so good,” he growled in my ear.

We stopped suddenly when footsteps could be heard nearby. I glanced at Spencer in a panic and started to move away from him. But before I could, he hastily shoved his hand over my mouth.

"Oh no, we're not stopping. Not when it’s getting this good. So you better be quiet or else everyone will know what a naughty little slut you are. Understand?"

I whimpered against his fingers and nodded at him. He gave me a wicked smile in return.

"Good girl. Now take off your panties and wrap your legs around me so I can feel just how tight your cunt really is. I have a feeling my dick will feel a lot better inside you rather than my fingers.”

With shaking hands, I slid my panties off and kicked them away.

Spencer must have enjoyed what I did because he licked his lips eagerly, never breaking his gaze towards me. Before I made my way back over to him, I couldn’t help but notice how hard he already was. This wouldn’t take long. Less of a chance we would get caught, thankfully. 

He pulled down his pants and boxers roughly, quickly stepping out of them like I had done moments ago. He made no motion to remove the clothes on his top half, solidifying the thought that this would be over quickly. How bittersweet. 

Without another word, I practically jumped into his arms, our mouths meeting immediately and moving against the other ferociously. But all of a sudden, he pulled away, and it pissed me off more than it should have. 

When I saw why he did though, I wasn’t angry anymore. 

He had picked up the belt he had been wearing from the floor, and was holding it in front of me with a dangerous look in his eye. 

“I don’t trust you to be quiet. Open,” Spencer said in a gravelly huff. 

I did as he asked without hesitation, and he roughly shoved the leather belt into my mouth, commanding me to bite down on it. 

Oh shit.

Without missing a beat, he picked me up and laid me down on the floor, extremely gently compared to how he had previously put the belt in my mouth. 

“Good thing you’re already so wet,” Spencer purred, looking down at my exposed core. “Otherwise, this might hurt a little. We don’t have a lot of time.”

Unfortunately, it did still hurt. But God, did it hurt so good. 

[cheeeryos]

Prompt: “If I kiss you right now, I won’t be able to stop.”

Adam walked out of English to find Ronan Lynch waiting at his locker. This was a little perplexing, due to Ronan having officially dropped out of school a week earlier. It was a lot perplexing due to the fact that they had already made plans to hang out that night. He had been looking forward to getting off work and then, well, getting off.

But it was only noon, and there was Ronan lounging in front of his locker, looking thoroughly adult in a sea of adolescent lemmings. He was cool and confident in his black motorcycle jacket and boots, face arrogantly pleased to be in this place dressed like himself rather than in the stifling uniform and tie. Adam pulled self-consciously at his own tie, loosening the knot at his throat.

He walked over and Ronan jerked his head toward the outer doors as if to say, come with me.

Adam went with him.

They ended up by the football field. Adam followed Ronan halfway up the bleachers before he stopped to sit down.

“What was so important that it couldn’t wait until tonight?” Adam asked.

Ronan shook the paper bag in his hands.

“What, we’re just eating lunch?”

“I’m eating lunch. I dunno what you’re doing,” Ronan said, grabbing a french fry out of the bag.

“You didn’t give me a chance to get anything out of my locker, so I guess I’m watching you eat lunch.”

“Tch. Like there isn’t stuff in here for you.” Ronan passed him a paper-wrapped double cheeseburger.

“I didn’t ask you to buy me—”

“Tough shit, Parrish. Eat the goddamn burger.”

Adam ate the goddamn burger.

After they had polished off the last fry, Ronan crumpled the bag and stood up. “Come on. Let’s go make out under the bleachers.”

Adam sighed. “Lynch. I can’t. I have to go to class.”

Ronan reached over to pull Adam up by the opposite arm, his hand finding the skin at Adam’s wrist just under the battered old Opal-teeth-marked watch. His fingers were large and warm and solid, and Adam felt the faint beat of a pulse in the thumb pressed down against his skin. Or it could have been his own blood thumping up to meet Ronan’s grip. Probably some combination of the two. Adam’s insides were warmer than expected in this weather, and the color running high on Ronan’s cheeks seemed to suggest that he wasn’t the only one. Ronan brought Adam’s arm closer to peer at the watch face. Adam, still attached to his arm, followed. Ronan’s body was big and so close and Adam could feel the heat radiating out from it, tinging the air between them.

“You’ve still got…seven minutes.” Ronan said, as if that settled the matter. His eyes left the watch and found Adam’s for a long moment. That settled the matter.

Adam followed him.

As soon as they got into the shadow of the bleachers, Ronan crowded Adam against a metal pole. Adam’s hands automatically found their way underneath the leather of Ronan’s jacket, and then under his shirt. Ronan sucked in a sharp breath.

“God, Parrish, your hands are freezing.”

“It’s December.”

His hands were now actually toasting quite nicely against Ronan’s bare skin. Ronan, unhappy with that situation, grabbed them and brought them to his chest. He didn’t take his eyes away from Adam’s gaze as he opened his mouth and leaned down to breathe hot air over Adam’s fingers.

Heat flooded Adam’s body.

“Lynch,” he groaned. “I can’t.”

Ronan, clearly disagreeing, moved on to nosing against Adam’s cheek. Adam’s now-warmed hands found their way back to Ronan’s body, this time tucking themselves into the back pockets of his jeans. Ronan’s lips were soft and wet at his jaw and Adam was on fire.

“I still have five minutes. You agreed,” Ronan murmured into his neck.

Adam groaned again. “If I kiss you right now, I won’t be able to stop.”

“Sounds fucking great,” Ronan replied, before sucking a mark into Adam’s skin where neck met shoulder. “Sounds like the opposite of a problem, actually.”

“Sure, until I have to sit through Topics with a boner like I’m thirteen and just started puberty,” Adam argued. His voice sounded weak even to his own ear. He felt Ronan’s mouth form a smile against his neck.

“You’ll give old Mr. Doherty the thrill of a lifetime. He’s already obsessed with you.”

Adam shoved at Ronan’s shoulder lightly. “Shut up.”

“Oh, Mr. Parrish, you’re so insightful! Mr. Parrish, I’ve never heard such a wonderful comment in my entire life. Mr. Parrish, please let me suck your dick—”

“Just to be clear, you’re being Mr. Doherty right now,” Adam said, amused.

Ronan pulled back to look at him again. “Yep. If I were being me, it would sound more like this.” He put his mouth right up against Adam’s good ear, and Adam shivered as his lower lip grazed the lobe. “Skip class and I’ll suck you off in the Beemer.”

A litany of images flooded Adam’s mind. They were still relatively new to this whole sex thing, but already Adam felt ruined, desperate, a yawning bottomless pit that would never be fully satiated. He’d never get enough of the way Ronan had learned to make him feel. It was fine when he didn’t know what he was missing, but now—

“Driver’s seat?” his mouth asked before his mind caught up.

“Greedy fucker,” Ronan laughed. “Yeah, fine. You can even drive it during.”

God. God. Adam had been joking about going to class with a boner, but it was about to become an actual problem.

“I can’t,” he said again, though it killed him to force the words out. “I can’t skip. Two more weeks. I’m yours all break.”

Ronan smiled, and it was far less a disappointed thing than he had expected.

“Oh, you’re mine already, Parrish.”

Adam couldn’t argue with that.

[jungkookiebus]

Grain of Sand | jjk

Genre: smut x fluff x established relationship x slice of life Pairing: blind!jjk x reader Rating: 18+ Word Count: 4.2k Warnings: cunnilingus, (light) ass play, fingering, jungkook fucks you against the kitchen sink so i guess that can be a warning, creampie Summary: Blind since the age of 18 from a genetic disorder, Jungkook walked through life as if he never lost it, but on one fateful day seven years ago he literally almost runs into you. He fell in love nearly immediately. Fast forward to the present and it’s just another day in your quiet life with him by your side.

Bright, warm sunshine filled the hallway of your home from the windows that lined the wall. It was one of the reasons you picked this house. You imagined hanging pictures up on the wall for the morning sun to rise upon and, at night, you could still easily see them in the light of the moon. And that’s exactly what you did when you moved in two years ago. Jungkook walked ahead of you, fingers delicately skimming the wall right beneath the pictures. The wall there looked more worn than the rest, a little oily sheen to it from his fingertips. Walls all over your home had these trails. They were like highways for him, directing him to the living room, kitchen, and every room in between. Sometimes, like now, you’d run your fingers along his path lovingly, grazing your fingers underneath your wedding photo.

“What would you like for breakfast?” he asked, and you saw as he tilted his head a little, knowing you were following quietly behind him.

You hummed in thought. You never really were that hungry as soon as you woke up, but the smell of breakfast always made your stomach growl.

“What about…eggs and bacon?”

“Toast?”

“Oh, yes, Taehyung gave us some fresh strawberry jam he made.”

He hummed in a content agreement, turning the corner ahead of you, two fingers brushing the dull edge as he continued down the hallway. The light overhead was still off, and the early morning sun had yet to reach this part of the house, but Jungkook moved by memory and his worn wall path before moving into the kitchen. As he walked into the room, you reached for the light switch and flicked it on.

“What would you like me to do?” you asked. You leaned against the counter as you watched his hands skim the cabinets, and you knew he was counting in his head, until he got to the one he wanted. He pulled out a pan as his other hand reached for the stove, hand finding the burner, before moving it to sit the pan down.

“Uh, if you want to grab the ingredients, that will help.”

“Sure thing, sweet pea.”

Jungkook laughed as he reached for the oil that sat by the stove.

“I should be calling you pet names.”

“You do all the time and you’re just too cute not to.”

Opening the refrigerator, you pulled out the necessary amount of eggs and bacon as not to cause confusion with a clutter of items.

Jungkook lost his sight at the ripe, but terrible age of 18. Retinitis pigmentosa was the cause of his progressive vision loss. Around 10, he started showing signs when he complained about not being able to see outside when he played later in the afternoon, even when the sun was still bright on the horizon. His parents’ worst fears were confirmed with his diagnosis and the heartache of explaining to their son that he would lose his vision completely was devastating. But Jungkook proved strong and focused on studying Braille and doing whatever he could to prepare himself. Over the years, his vision worsened, he didn’t get to get his driver’s license with his friends, and he missed out on many things, but that didn’t stop him from pursuing his passion in music. He felt a connection when he made music because without his vision, it made him that much more acute in his studies. You met Jungkook in college, both music majors, and the reason you had met was because he had accidentally thwacked you with his white cane.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry,” he had said reaching in your direction.

You had laughed and at first his face was set into a confused expression until you spoke.

“Oh, that little thing couldn’t even leave a mark if you had done it intentionally.”

His face screwed up as he tried to hold in a laugh but was unable to do so at your incessant giggling. When you spoke again was when he thinks he fell in love with you, but there were too many moments to count for him.

You nudged the end of his completely white cane with your foot, no red or other markings. “Completely blind, huh?”

You hadn’t said it with any disdain or judgement; you had said it as if you were just having curious, casual conversation. Most of the time Jungkook felt as if his blindness made him invisible to people as if it were some curse to have and if they accidentally came close to him, they’d hurt him or themselves. Of course, he had his close friends and family that didn’t even remember he was blind half the time, but society always kind of sucked that way.

But you, you were the first girl he had ever met that so blatantly astonished him within the first few minutes and his heart flipped in his chest. He didn’t even need to see you to know that you were perfect, and he would end up with you one day. And, sure enough, five years later you were married and looking for a new home.

“How does this one sound?” you asked one night over your tub of chocolate ice cream.

You both sat at your small kitchen table in your small apartment. Jungkook had one headphone in listening to an audiobook, head resting in his hand as his other played absently on yours. You were scrolling through houses on your phone, trying to find the both of you the perfect one. Jungkook hit pause on his book and looked in your direction. Despite his blindness, nothing about his eyes had really changed; they were still a beautiful brown and they were your favorite to see in the evening light, sunset set his eyes aflame.

“Babe, as long as the layout is easy to memorize and it’s what you want, it’s perfect for me.”

“I love you,” you whispered. Tears filled your eyes at the content look on his face, a slight smile played on his lips. You were truly happy with him, sharing every moment together, and to the fullest, but parts of you did feel sad that he couldn’t see it.

“My god,” he whispered somewhat dramatically and suddenly your tears became a small laugh because you knew where this was going. “If your love were a grain of sand…”

“Mine would be a universe of beaches,” you whispered back.

Now, here you were, in your home with its innocuous fingertip paths lining your walls in an intimate artwork that was priceless to you.  

With your back to the counter you leaned and watched as he moved. You only offered help occasionally and when he asked for it, but you were content to watch. His hands always moved lithely, so smooth, as he reached for objects. He cracked the eggs easily into the hot pan as he began to hum. He’d sometimes hum, sometimes sing, but he’d always choose a song about the same length each time and that was how he timed his cooking. The bacon popped loudly.

“Oops, fire’s too high.” He turned the knob to lower the flame before carefully putting his hand back on the handle of his pan. He picked his song up a few seconds after where he left off. The eggs were frying perfectly in the pan, not that you expected any less.

You pushed away from the counter to start grabbing plates as he neared the end of his song. Before long, he had both plates perfectly set with eggs and bacon as you carried the toast to the table. You buttered and spread the strawberry jam on two pieces, dropping one on his plate as you brought them over. He followed behind you, hand on your waist lightly before sitting down at the table.

“What are we gonna do today?” you asked as you bit into the toast. “Holy shit Taehyung knows what he’s doing with this stuff.”

His smile was bright as he cut into his eggs. “What do you feel like doing?”

The sun was now up over the horizon, spilling into the windows and across your kitchen. You had hung various glass artwork throughout the house and right now the stained glass flower you had hung above the kitchen sink cast an array of colors into the room. Jungkook looked like moving artwork across from you. The colors shifted and changed as he moved, leaning back in his chair then forward again, elbow on the table, moving for a napkin, and each time he did splashes of red, green, blue, and yellow painted his skin.

You hadn’t realized you had fallen silent until Jungkook cleared his throat. “Babe?”

“Sorry, I was thinking.”

“About what?”

“The stained glass is casting a lot of pretty colors on you right now and I got distracted.”

“I bet it looks wonderful.”

He smiled softly as he reached for his glass of milk.

“Describe it to me?” He pushed his plate to the middle of the table as he finished. Placing his head in his hands, he looked in your direction, his eyes averted just down from your eyes and somewhere near the apples of your cheeks. Even if he rarely ever made eye contact, your soft voice always lulled him in and pointed him in the right direction.

“Remember when we’d get those cheap plastic kaleidoscopes as kids?” You pulled his plate towards you and stacked it on your own.

He laughed softly at the memory. “I used to think they were so cool, but the pieces inside were just as cheap as the outside.”

“Well think of that…just prettier.” His smile grew wider as his eyes closed and you knew he was thinking back on a memory. Probably a summer day down by the shore, the salty sea air, and the sun on his face. His mom is with him and everything is so bright. He sees the water and the way it stretches to the horizon, but in his peripheral it’s a little darker. For now, he’ll enjoy the waves.

You stood up and took the plates to the sink and began pulling the pots off the stove and putting them under the water with the rest. The sun still shone through the stained glass in front of you. You got lost in thought, hand still under the water waiting for it to heat up as you stared unblinking and the slightly swaying piece of glass. You jumped when a pair of hands softly caressed your hips.

“Shit,” you whispered. You were snapped out of your daydream and you shakily grabbed the sponge before pouring soap over it.

His lips came down on your neck. “Did I scare you?”

“Yea that was real dickish of you.”

He laughed against your neck as he snaked his arms fully around you and held you close. You began scrubbing at a pan as he hummed lightly, placing yet another kiss to your skin. He inhaled deeply and let his warm breath out slowly.

“You smell good,” he murmured.

“Well, I did take a shower last night….” You put the pan in the drying rack before reaching for another one.

His arms tightened around you and he brought himself a little more flush with your body. He hummed again as he moved his lips along the top of your exposed shoulder.  

“What, pray tell, are you doing?” you asked in a mock accent as your hands dove blindly into the water as you searched for more dishes.

“Kissing you,” he said between small pecks.

“Okay.” You pulled a spoon from the filthy depths of the dish water when Jungkook’s hands moved back to your hips and his fingers dug lightly into them.

“Don’t move,” he whispered before dropping to his knees behind you.

Folding his fingers under the waistband of your shorts, he slowly began to pull them past your hips.

“What are you-“ You tried to turn around but keep your hands over the sink at the same time and you could only swivel so far at the hip.

“Shhh.” He kissed the small of your back and then the swell of your ass as he began to palm your ass cheeks. Slowly, he spread them further and further as he placed kisses along your skin. Your body had gotten whiplash; one second you were washing dishes and the next Jungkook was on his knees behind you. You shook slightly and your internal temperature began to rise. Suddenly, having your hands in the warm water became overbearing. You pulled them out and then clung desperately to a dish towel, but there was no way you were drying your hands right now. You felt his lips again and they were on the underside of your ass this time. You clutched the edge of the sink as you stared into the intricate flower in the glass.

Behind you, Jungkook spread your ass and dipped his head, tongue finding your cunt immediately. He hummed into you and you clenched. He spread them further as he licked at your center before he moved to your ass.

“A-ah,” you stuttered as you leaned more into the counter. His face was buried in your ass eating you out until he almost had your thighs shaking before he moved back to your now embarrassingly wet cunt. His moan was deeper this time as you dripped deliciously onto his tongue. Your mind seemed to exit the room as he shook his head, deepening this lewd kiss. He pushed himself up more on his knees, wanting to get as deep into you as he could. Your cries rose in pitch as your thighs began to shake. Your palms dug into the edges of the counters but all you could think about was him. He moaned the more you clenched, getting closer and closer to the release he wanted to give you. You could barely breathe now, and you were nearly on your tiptoes. All the while, Jungkook had his hands firmly on your thighs now with his face anchoring him to your body. You rocked back into his face and his moans began to pitch now, hands almost kneading at your thighs as he wrapped his hands around the front of them, pulling you harder into his face. Your mind felt as if it were on the brink of shutting down as your whole body began to shake. Every muscle in your stomach tensed as you felt yourself tumbling forward.

Different variations of his name fell from your lips in rapid succession as you crested the hill of your release. You fell over it when a large breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Your body shuddered and it felt as if all the blood inside rushed to your cunt. Jungkook was still eating you out as you came on his face, nearly crying into the kitchen sink. His grip on your thighs loosened first and then his tongue slowed. Your body shuddered every now and then from the aftershock. He kissed the underside of your ass again before standing. He pulled you into him again and held you close as you caught your breath. He kissed the side of your neck as his cheek rested against your skin.

“You taste good, too,” he mumbled.

You let out a shaky laugh. He had said it so nonchalantly as if he weren’t on his knees, face nowhere to be seen, just minutes before.

“Now, my kaleidoscope eyes,” he reached for the back of your knee and brought your leg upwards, “I need you to rest this here.”

He had your leg up on the counter comfortably and then he dipped his hand back between them. Your hips jerked involuntarily as he played with your painfully swollen clit. He circled the tips of his fingers on it softly. He kissed your skin delicately, reverently. The sun rose higher in the sky and from behind your eyelids you could see various colors of orange, blue, and red.

“You always describe the world so beautifully to me,” he whispered.

“I-I don’t want you t-to miss out.” You were a mess and he was making you an even bigger mess.

“Your vision of the world is far better than anything I could dream up.”

His fingers pressed a little harder and you wanted to clench around something only to be met with air. You whined a little as his breath picked up against your skin and he rutted into you. You felt his cock through his sweats and your mouth instantly watered. He hummed again as you began to drip on his fingers as he dipped them before pushing inside of you. He let out a shuddering breath as you swallowed his fingers fully, clenching hard around him. He pushed into you again, cock hard against your ass and he leaned into you as you pressed further into the counter.

“Tell me what you want,” he said gruffly as he pumped his fingers inside of you.

Your toes curled against the countertop, knee hitting a mug across the marble surface but neither of you bothered to acknowledge it. Jungkook was rutting into you now and breathing hotly into your ear. His other hand was on your breast kneading it roughly.

“God, Jungkook, just fuck me already.” You were doubled over with him hot on your back. His fingers pumped faster and faster and you were on your tiptoe again. You pushed your hips into him as he gave two more hard thrusts into you before pulling his fingers away.

His hands were only gone for what seemed like seconds before he had one on your hip and the other rubbing his cock between your folds. You moaned as you anticipated him. You didn’t have to wait long before he was sliding inside of you easily. His body was hot against yours and his skin against your ass was even hotter. His hand was at your breast again kneading as his heavy cock slid in and out of you slowly as if he were trying to make this moment last forever.

“What colors do you see now?” he whispered. His voice sounded strained like he was holding back. How were you supposed to concentrate?

You squinted when you were finally able to open your eyes; the sun was higher and brighter in the sky since you last looked. All you could think about was his cock softly nudging against the nerves inside of you, but he wasn’t going fast enough to really stimulate anything. You pushed your hips back into him again, but he didn’t take the bait as he pinched your nipple through your shirt. His other hand was anchoring your leg to the counter so you couldn’t move it from where he placed it. Plentiful soap suds were all over the sink and slowly popping but there was enough for the colors to be cast in a strange refracted way. The angle of the light caused more rainbows to shine from the hundreds of tiny bubbles. You reached out and braced yourself on the windowsill above the sink before you spoke.

“All of t-them. They’re shining on the soap now.” You were no stranger to describing things to Jungkook, but during sex was a new one.

He seemed satisfied as his pace quickened. His lips were on your neck, wet, and travelling upwards until he bit your earlobe between his teeth. Once again, you were pushing your hips into him as much as he’d let you. He was much too strong pushing you against the counter and his hand on your leg limited your movements.

“Jungkook, please.” You were breathless now, travelling up to that peak again but you needed more than this. He didn’t need to ask to hear your underlying question. He pressed against you harder while at the same time quickening his pace. The hand on your breast splayed across your chest before he moved it slowly down your stomach. Your breath caught in your throat as your stomach tightened. He was dipping his fingers between your legs again and pressed two fingers to your clit. Your chest came flush with the edge of the counter now and you felt Jungkook’s cheek on your shoulder blade. You reached for anything to brace yourself after your sweaty palm slid from the windowsill. You knocked soap and various other items down, sending some splashing into the water and others into the empty side of the steel sink. Jungkook ignored the clattering of items as he began to snap his hips harder. The pressure he had on your clit was barely there but enough to have you straining and willing your body to fall, but you just whimpered as you cried into the sink. He controlled your orgasm and all you could do was fall into the delectable pleasure he was giving you because you knew he always delivered. There was no way he was letting you physically walk away from this.  

The room grew hotter the higher the sun climbed as it cast its menagerie of colors onto your face. The ends of your hair gathered the water droplets collected in the sink as your body shifted with each thrust. Without his sight, Jungkook was acutely more aware to other parts of your body. Like the way your cunt would flutter and tighten like a vice the closer you got your orgasm. He could practically feel the muscles in your back tense up as you focused all your attention to the burning in your abdomen. He pressed his fingers a little harder before moving them faster on your clit. The nerve endings inside were lit on fire, sending the hot flames licking in your core and up into your chest as every hair on your body stood on end as your skin flushed with goosebumps. You began to tremble, thighs cramping as you brought yourself fully up on your toes, other leg sweating against the marble counter. Jungkook’s large hand was still firm on the back of your thigh, keeping your leg up on the edge as he fucked into you faster and harder. You were crying loudly now, not holding anything back as he led you towards the end. Your orgasm hit with an explosion of colors behind your eyelids, aided by the stained glass. Jungkook’s fingers abandoned your clit in favor of bringing you more upright to turn your face enough for a searing kiss; his lips skated across your cheek before he found yours and you moaned into his mouth. He still thrust, ready to follow you down the other side and you clenched harder around him almost making it impossible for him to stay inside, but he had his hips hard against yours and into the counter in front of you. He braced himself against your thigh, his other hand on the counter now, and his lips still on yours as he spilled inside of you. Hot cum began to leak immediately around him and onto the floor. Usually you had your closed legs to keep it contained but now he was dripping all over the kitchen floor. Not that you minded. His moans dropped in pitch as he continued to thrust, overwhelmed by the feeling of you and his cum filling you up and then spilling out. With hips stuttering a few more times, he stilled. Without his movements you could now feel the slip of his cum as it came out of you. Slowly, he let go of your thigh and eased it to the floor. You winced as your cramped muscles begged for relief, but he was gentle in his movements, letting you adjust. He kissed your temple and the side of your face while you tried to regain your breath. Your legs felt as if they’d give out at any moment as they wobbled dangerously, but his steadfast grasp around your waist kept you upright.

The early morning sun still climbed in the sky, now out of view of the stained glass. The kitchen was yet again cast in the muted glow as it hid behind the trees, a display of leaves now covered the room in a strange dance. Jungkook was silent behind you, but still holding you close as he waited for your legs to regain their strength. The dishes sat scattered and forgotten in the sink and on the counter. The last of the soap bubbles were popping away and any hint of the colorful display was gone except for the stained glass now hanging somewhat plainly in the window.

He pulled you impossibly closer, face nuzzled into your neck as he hummed a nonsensical tune.

“Thank you,” he whispered. You were silent, knowing he had more to say. “Thank you for bringing color into my world.”

You squeezed his hand that was around your waist. You didn’t have to say much for him to understand, but what he didn’t know was how much he had brought into yours.

“If your love were a grain of sand…” you began.

“Mine,” he said with a whisper and a kiss to your exposed shoulder, “would be a universe of beaches.”