#exposure writing

[kabr0ztrousers]

Can you do a part 2 to the Concerning Portal?

I love your work ♥️

Kabr0z Writes episode 72: Concerning Portals part 2

Also entitled: Job Interview

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

Find episode 8: Concerning Portals here!

CWs: Dubcon; interspecies; public sex; portals; creampie; tentacles; oral sex; Noncon;

A/N: The biggest question is why, after being railed and free-used by an indeterminate number of massive flared cocks, why would she put on the panties again?

I was gonna have the reader be in a job interview and gradually losing control, but that's a heap of dialogue that doesn't super work in second person

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A good pair of knickers is hard to find. So when you get a pair that really, properly fits, you aren't going to ge trid of them because you were wearing them that time a mysterious portal decided to open itself in your pants. Besides, your job interview is this afternoon, and you need your lucky undies on your side today of all days.

You took the train. Hopefully you're able to land the job, then you'll be making enough to actually get a driving license. As it was, you spent far too much on a train ticket into the city and still didn't manage to get a seat, holding on to one of the bars rising from floor to ceiling to brace against the movement of the carriage. Your phone buzzed, an email came through from the hiring manager. You hadn't heard of the company, Creadle and Crabnuts Innovations, but when they reached out to you offering twice your salary for the same job, you'd be a fool to not hear them out at least. The email was just a confirmation of the appointment, with a link to an interview package to leaf through. Not what you'd call standard, but you had half an hour to kill before your station. At least the train was non-stop, so it's not getting any busier.

Your thumb brushed the touchscreen, following the link. You were expecting some cheesy corporate webpage or maybe some generic grounding exercises. Instead, the link just contained a picture of your front door, a hand pushing a familiar package through the letterbox, and the words "Welcome to your interview"

The gusset of your knickers heated up. You flashed back to the bus, craning your neck to see where the bathroom was on your carriage. The indicator confirmed your fear: occupied. A screen showed all the bathrooms on the train, each one occupied in turn. Something wet slid across your cunt.

You started to move, pushing your way past commuters jammed in the aisle of the carriage, none of them giving you space to move. The wet thing was sliding across you, probing your holes for purchase. You reached the front of the carriage, hammering the "open" button on the door that would get you to the front alcove, and relative privacy.

It didn't respond. A thin tendril probed your clitoral hood, pushing under it to nestle next to the fleshy nub of your clit. It was cold, the low temperature sending an aching needle through your abdomen. It moved, slightly at first, then with growing speed and vigour. The tendril fucked the fold of skin over your most sensitive place. Aggressively thrusts and rubbing. Cold slime oozed. The consistency of vaseline. It slopped around your cunt. Another tendril joined. This went for your pussy. A third for your asshole. Cold lube covered you. Your legs hurt. You couldn't stand. An armrest stopped your fall. Clinging on with both hands. Doubled over.

Your face was in a man's lap. You panted there. The man looked down at you, clinging to his armrest, panting and whining. Your back arching and your ass held up. He looked around before opening his fly. He fumbled out his cock, thick and uncircumcised.

A tendril invaded your ass. You gasped as it slipped inside, pushing you forward an inch. The man in the seat took that as an approval. His fingers clutched the back of your hair, maneuvering you around to kneel, legs under the seat in front. The man next to him dozed against the window, dead to the world. His cock rubbed over your face as the third tendril rubbed your pussy, aiming for the last unviolated hole.

A sucker planted itself on your clit, pulling on it as the first one still tried to find an opening in the skin at the top of your vulva. You moaned, a wave of pleasure joining a sharp pain as your unprepared body was subjected to such attention.

The cock went straight to your throat. The tip of his foreskin tickled your tonsils as your throat tightened against him, trying to gag. His fist tightened, gripping your hair close to the scalp as his hips gyrated into your face. Hand and hips, working in perfect tandem to fuck your face while three tentacles abused your cunt.

It was just too much. Your hips rolled as muffled moans flowed from you. Your hands moved unbidden, one clutching the man's unshaven balls, rolling them between your fingers as the other wrapped around the base of his cock, jacking him off into your mouth. The muscles in your lower abdomen flexed and worked as one, milking the tentacles inside you. You felt them spill their cold payload into you, spraying and squirting even as you tried in vain to hump and grind against them.

The two in your holes withdrew, the third was leaking that cold fluid over your clit and down your legs. Another two took the well-prepared place of them as the man groaned and held you down, spurting his spunk down your throat.

Your heart sank, he finished so deep in your throat you didn't even get to taste it. You pulled his cock out of your mouth and started licking it, paying special attention to the head. A few drops of precious cum still seeped out, bitter and metallic.

The best thing you've ever tasted.

The new tentacles went deeper. You could feel the one in your ass worming its way through you, distending your belly as it found its way up you.

Your hand left the man's cock, slipping down tot under your panties. The tentacles were coming from who-knows where, but that's not what you cared about.

Your questing fingers found the tentacle on your clit, rubbing at it, feeling it squeezing out the cold cum as it pulsed and shook on you. Two more orgasms washed over you as the tentacle outperformed any vibrator you'd ever used, sucking and shaking, making you squeak and squirm, voice muffled by the spent cock in your mouth.

You felt the train slowing. The tentacles receded and the portal closed. You gave the man a small kiss on the cheek as you made for the door.

You got off, and collapsed into a chair on the platform. Your phone buzzed again.

"Congratulations on passing your interview with Creadle and Crabnuts Innovations. We will be in touch."

What kind of job did you just get?

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Does it show when I'm writing about something that's 1000% my kink? Does it suck that portal fucking isn't really a thing that can ever exist?

Both of the answers to these questions are "yes"

[foggysilverfeathers]

Everyone on Hermitcraft knows redstone dust is unbelievably incredible. Everyone on Hermitcraft know redstone is unbelievably dangerous.

Sure, it’s behind every fake decorative door and the key to making a base really shine, but they’re careful. They know the risks. Xisuma is so paranoid that he never takes his mask off, even when it’s safe. Tango makes sure to never have exposed redstone wires, and keeps any open lines tucked away in a closed-off sterile area. Even Impulse has started wearing a respirator.

But Mumbo?

Mumbo’s a special case.

(Sure, inhaling it is akin to inhaling slightly toxic dust, but that’s never stopped him! Everyone else is just being dramatic. And it’s not like anybody has ever died from it, either!)

(Not yet, anyway.)

(And sure, his hair is a bit greyer than the last time he checked, but that’s natural! People age! Salt and pepper hair looks good on him, anyway! He isn’t bothered!)

(Sometimes, it scares him. The lengths he’ll go.)

(It whispered to him yesterday. It told him to kill Gem.)

(Kill the Constellation.)

(That’s what it had said. But Mumbo had somehow instinctively understood, and had killed her.)

(Of course, she respawned. A bit surprised, and a bit wary at his newfound strength and almost inhuman speed, but unharmed.)

(After all, she had a bed. He hadn’t gone as far as break that. Part of him had still known that would have been a bad idea.)

(He’d avoided redstone after that. It was angry with him for disobeying It, after all, but even from a distance he felt It. Red dust swirled in his veins and his breaths came in short bursts. Despite everything, he found himself going back.)

(He couldn’t help himself. It was like that deadly exposure was a drug, and he was fully under its power.)

It didn’t hesitate, and soon that strangely comforting creaking whisper came from the darkness.

Kill the Sun.

“You mean Grian?” Again, part of him flinched at how he instinctively knew who It referred to, but that part was soon washed away. It felt good talking to it. The glow of it ebbed and flowed, pulsing in time to his heartbeat.

The dust was shifted slightly by a nonexistent wind, than settled again. Mumbo tasted metal and blood at the back of his throat.

Yes. G-r-i-a-n. He sees too much.

It flickered again, and Mumbo felt one hand drift forward to touch it. He didn’t really know why, but part of him wanted to.

He ẇ̵̫̹a̷̜̺̮̾̾͆̒̌̓ţ̵̮̖̙̲͖̬̓c̷͈̽̔h̵̠̚̚e̴̮͙̝͋͛̏̒̈́͘s̴͓̼͚͍̹̈́͛͠ͅ.

[jamtamart]

what conclave movie did yall watch

[visckera]

Reading ride or die after long exposure like

(all of these characters belong to @marsoid)

[yourhighness6]

Me, screaming into the void: I DON'T HATE MAI I JUST FEEL LIKE SHE NEEDED MORE DEVELOPMENT OUTSIDE OF ZUKO AND HER ARC SHOULDN'T REVOLVE AROUND HER LOVE INTEREST

Also me, still screaming into the void: I DON'T HATE AANG I JUST QUESTION WHETHER HIS ROMANTIC INTEREST IN KATARA BRINGS OUT THE BEST SIDES OF HIM AND FEEL AS THOUGH HE AND HIS DEVELOPMENT IS NOT ABOVE NECESSARY CRITICISM

[lemonyinks]

When will the MDZS fandom take phobias seriously. It is not just something you are slightly afraid of or something that freaks you out a little, phobias send you into full blown fight or flight mode.

They make you so fucking scared that your body could shut down, that you're sent spiraling and can't think straight or make rational choices. Sometimes it's so severe that it's a full blown anxiety disorder that can be constituted as a disability.

And you don't get to decide if someone's phobia is "stupid" or not just because its something you love. Just because you think dogs are cute, doesn't make someone else's extreme phobia of dogs invalid.

"But they're so sweet and fluffy" yeah to YOU. They're sweet and fluffy to YOU, not to someone who is deathly afraid of them, not to someone who had to fight off rapid dogs as a child just to survive and have something to eat.

It's not funny or fun to force someone into being around their phobia. It IS torture to tie them up and lock them in a room with the thing they are most afraid of.

[brucewaynehater101]

I'm bad at math, but is Bruce theoretically 38 years old when he goes into the time stream?

Hear me out (and canon likes to fluncate their ages, so this is my best guess without trying to account for birthdays):

Bruce becomes the legal guardian of 9 year old Dick when he's 23. That's a 14 year difference.

Jason becomes Robin when Dick leaves at 18. Jason is 13. That's a five year difference.

Jason dies at 15, and Tim becomes Robin at 13. That's a two year difference.

The age difference between Tim and Bruce would thus be 21 years.

Tim becomes Red Robin to find Bruce at 17.

That means that Bruce had to be 38, right? Why was I imagining him closer to 50?

Adopting so many kids must have aged him

[tiredlakes]

the beauty of life is strange

[macgyvermedical]

Post Exposure Prophylaxis (PEP)

I've done a post about this before, but I have more info now and I saw a cool post about HIV PEP that got me thinking about making another post.

The following are some of the diseases that you can get medication/vaccination for after getting exposed:

COVID-19: We used to have PEP for this, but it stopped being effective as the virus evolved. Another drug is coming on the market (currently in phase 3 trials) called Ensitrelvir that shows some promise.

Rabies: Rabies immunoglobulin (immunoglobulin is a drug made from antibodies), followed by the rabies vaccine series.

Tetanus: Assuming a standard vaccine series earlier in life, a single vaccine soon after a dirty wound will prevent tetanus. If no standard vaccine series, the patient needs tetanus immunoglobulin too.

HIV: This is probably the most famous PEP. It's essentially a 28-day course of the same antiretroviral drugs used to treat HIV. Usually, this is a 28-day course of three antiretrovirals: emtricitabine, tenofovir, and either dolutegravir or raltegravir.

Hepatitis A: Dose of hepatitis A vaccine will work for most people. High risk individuals over the age of 40 might need human immunoglobulin as well as a vaccine dose.

Hepatitis B: Hepatitis B vaccine is weird, and a lot of people don't respond to it. If the person has titers (a blood test) that says they responded to the original series of Hep B, all they need is a booster. If they are in the process of getting vaccinated or are a known non-responder to the vaccine, they need both Hep B immunoglobulin and the vaccine.

Anthrax: A 60-day course of the antibiotic ciprofloxacin.

Lyme Disease: A single 200mg dose of the antibiotic doxycycline given within 3 days of a high risk tick bite (probably stayed attached for more than 36 hours).

Mpox (or any pox virus): Smallpox vaccine (we still have these because omg would smallpox escaping containment be BAD) given within 4 days to prevent, 14 days to lessen the severity.

Measles: EITHER an MMR or MMRV vaccine dose within 72 hours, OR a course of human immunoglobulin within 6 days. Can't do both. They cancel each other out.

Chickenpox: Not, actually, a pox virus. So either the MMRV or a varicella vaccine dose will work.

Leprosy: A single dose of the antibiotic rfampicin.

Bacterial STIs: A single dose of 200mg of the antibiotic doxycycline.

Pertussis: A course of one of a variety of different antibiotics including azithromycin.

[serickswrites]

Whip It

Part 2

Warnings: restraints, blood, whipping, exposure, hypothermia, unconsciousness

Whumper frowned as they walked out into the courtyard. They fully expected Whumpee to have woken by now. Whumpee remained slumped over at the whipping post, their arms pulled tight by the chains keeping them attached to the post. The deep bloody wounds on their back had begun to scab over.

Whumper had left them unconscious in the courtyard hours ago. It was no fun to whip someone once they were unconscious. They stared at Whumpee's closed eyes and blue tinged lips. Whumper shivered in the cold. It was colder than it had been when they had whipped Whumpee into unconsciousness several hours ago.

They stared down at Whumpee and toed their leg. "Wake up," they said gruffly.

Whumpee's eyes remained closed. Whumper kicked them harder. "Wake up." Whumpee didn't stir.

With a growl, Whumper fished for the keys for the cuffs in their pocket. "I'm only going to do this once. Just this once. I don't want you dying before I get my pound of flesh from your hide," they said as they uncuffed Whumpee. Whumpee slumped all the way forward, body completely limp. Whumper grabbed one of their arms and began to drag them towards the house. "Who knows, there could be more fun we can have in the house, too."

Tags: @mousepaw @jumpywhumpywriter @knightinbatteredarmor @hufflepuffwritingstuff2 @anightmarishwhump

@steh-lar-uh-nuhs @celestialsoyeon @st0rmm @ay5ksal @pedro-pedro-pedro-pedro-pe

@pepeniascat @artisticdemon

[thiswantonflesh]

The heat’s unbearable, clinging to us like a second skin. Shirts stuck to our backs, thighs slick with sweat, everything heavy and sticky with summer. You’ve been squirming half the walk—pretending it’s the trail, the heat, the humidity—but I know better.

I’ve seen the way you shift when my hand brushes low on your back. How you breathe just a little faster every time I lean in and murmur something just for you. Something filthy, quiet, like “I bet you’re aching under those shorts” or “you want me to drag you behind the trees and put my mouth on you, don’t you?”

And when we find that clearing—tucked away from the trail, hidden by ferns and the thick hush of leaves—I pull you with me without asking. You follow just as wordlessly.

I press you up against a tree, the bark rough behind you, and I slip my hand under your waistband, fingers sliding along heat and slick and tension. You're so ready.

“Fuck, you’ve been like this the whole time?” I whisper, mouth close to your ear. “So desperate, baby. You’re lucky I’m feeling generous.”

I drop to my knees in the dirt, tug your waistband low, and press my mouth to you—open, wet, reverent.

I take my time. Mouthing over every sensitive part, soft licks turning messy, deliberate drags of my tongue making you squirm. I want it sloppy. I want it hot and aching and loud. I want your thighs trembling and your hands in my hair, trying to keep from making too much noise.

Anyone could hear. Could come walking down the trail and see us right here, my head between your legs, your body twitching against my mouth. And still, you don’t stop me. You won’t stop me.

“Keep your voice down,” I mutter, lips brushing slick skin. “You don’t want them to know how filthy you are, do you?”

You whimper, try to stay still—but when I suck harder, deeper, you gasp out loud and I feel your fingers tighten in my hair.

I grin.

“God, you taste like sweat and heat. Bet you’ve been leaking for me since the first bend in the trail.”

You’re close—your whole body says so, rocking against my mouth, thighs tense, breathing shallow. But I don’t stop. I want all of it. Want you to fall apart against the tree, soaking my tongue, grinding down until your legs give out and I have to hold you up.

I drag it out just long enough that you’re whining for it. Begging. And when I finally let you fall over the edge, I don’t stop right away. I keep licking until you’re twitching, trying to squirm away, oversensitive and wrecked.

When I pull back, my mouth is slick, chin wet, and I look up at you with a lazy smile. “Think you can still drop to your knees for me?”

Your answer is a shaky breath and a nod.

You sink to the ground. Right there, in the dirt and sun, with your face between my legs like it’s the only place you belong. Your tongue is all obedience and worship, your hands greedy, and you don’t stop until I’m groaning your name and spilling for you, chest heaving with the heat and the high.

We stumble back to the path sweaty and flushed, stealing glances and smirks, brushing fingers as we walk. You lean in and whisper, breath still a little shaky:

“Next time, let’s skip the walk.”

[itsforexposure]

"we are already undervaluing you, why don't you just give out your creative work for free from now on?"

[rieamena]

i dont care what ANYBODY SAY and if its self-indulgent but I KNOW that INO TAKUMA LOVES BLACK GIRLS i can feel it in my soul

contains: ino having a major crush on you, non-sorcerer au, black!fem!reader working at a cafe, nanami & ino are more friends than mentor/mentee

wc: 1.2k

part two: the first date!

ino who is star struck when he walks into the cafe that he was meant to meet nanami at for lunch and sees you. your bright smile as you tend to a customer lights up the cafe, going beautifully with your skin. the way you move with grace and confidence behind the counter captivates him, making it impossible for him to look away. he’s completely entranced by the warmth you give in your interactions with everyone. he finds a suitable table and sets down his things, his eyes never leaving you. you finish up with your current customer and consider walking over to take his order but hesitate, noticing that he must be waiting for someone.

ino who's eyes accidentally meet yours and he starts freaking out. texts nearly every group chat he's in, frantically typing, "GUYS WHAT DO I DO!!! OUR EYES JUST MET..... GUYS??? HELLO???" his phone lights up with multiple teasing and encouraging notifications, but none seem to be helpful in the moment.

ino who musters up the courage to walk up to the counter and order a few things from the menu hanging above your head. he lies and says he's not sure what to get, asking for your input instead. "i recommend the vanilla strawberry trifle cake with our signature iced honey lemon tea!" you pointed to the cake in the display next to you. ino hums in approval, "i'll get that then!" you entered his order into the screen before you, looking up when you heard your name. "y/n? is that right?" ino tilted his head, eyes on your name tag. "yeah...!" you beamed before collecting yourself, signaling to the card reader at the edge of the counter. "it's pretty, just like you."

ino who immediately taps his card and runs away to his table, silently begging for nanami to come quicker, his heart dropping when he sees nanami's "i'm going to be late." text. his head goes straight into his hands, unbelievably embarrassed. you watch him retreat, a soft smile on your face and turn to start preparing his order.

ino who sulks for 30 seconds before realizing that this is the perfect opportunity to get to know you a bit more. he sends a picture of the menu to his colleague and within seconds got a reply. "i'll have a croissant with black coffee, thanks. be there in 15." taking a deep sigh, ino walked back to the counter, playing with his hands. feeling someone's presence, you yelled out "sorry! i'll be right- oh its you!" walking over to where he was, you continued speaking, "is everything okay? wanna change your order?" ino shook his head and signaled behind him, "no no! i'm ordering for my friend." friend?, you thought, eyes looking past him and at the table he claimed. "but there's no one there?" you looked up into his eyes and ino could've sworn his heart skipped a beat. looking back, as if he expected nanami to randomly appear, he laughed, "yeah, you're right. he's running a bit late, though it would be better to just not come at all." "why's that?" you continued preparing his order, pouring ice into a glass. "well our lunch break ends soon..." ino pauses, checking the time, "in like 20 minutes or so."

ino who tries his best not to laugh as you whip your head around to look at him. "20 minutes?!?! oh my god..." you finished making his tea and quickly moved over to the display to cut him a generous piece of the cake he ordered. slice of cake and glass of tea in hand, you walked back to the man, placing it in front of him. "here ya go... sorry about that. what would your friend like?" the man's gaze was directed slightly above your eyes. "your hair... it got out of place..." shuffling to find the nearest reflective surface, the man continued to speak "wait...! i got you. don't worry!" he pulled out his phone, opening the front camera and turning it towards you. peering into the device slightly, you fix your sections and the decorative scarf on your head. "thank you for that....." your voice trailed off at the end, needing something to complete your thought. ino took a few seconds but ultimately understood with a big smile on his lips. "ino."

ino who finds it hard to not self-destruct when he hears his name on your lips. "thank you for that ino, and for that compliment from before too." he chokes on his breath, violently coughing afterwards. "yeah...! uh, no problem! just calling it how it is..." he laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "if it helps, i think you're pretty cute yourself!"

ino who finds himself coming back to the cafe every day. never forgetting to order something extra for his friend. "let me guess, a black coffee and croissant for nanami?" ino softly laughs and nods, and you give him the pastry and drink that you prepared ahead of time. "yeah but im off today. i'll just be dropping it off at the office." "wait..., you're here on your off day? isn't your job super stressful? why dont you relax at home?" "being able to see you is relaxing. how could i miss a day of conversation with the prettiest girl in the world?" you stared at him, feeling heat rise to your face. "do i look good?" "good?" ino questioned. "baby, you're stunning." he pouted, thinking that you might be feeling insecure in the moment. smiling and letting out a sigh, you corrected yourself, "no i mean, does my hair look okay? my clothes look straight?" you gave him a quick 360 as you smoothened out your work uniform. ino silently ohhed as he searched your form for any imperfections. "nope! nothing out of place." "thanks, wanted to make sure before i do this." ino stayed silent and you took that as an okay to continue. "okay... i can do this... uh ino, can i... have your number?" you stared at his expressionless face before burying your head in your hands.

ino who thinks something is up when you give him that request. "y/n, did you read my mind last night?" "what?" your eyes met his and they widened when you found ino already looking at you. "last night, i told myself that i was finally going to ask you out but here you are beating me to it!" you let go of a breath you didn't know you were holding and giggled. "well, since i beat you to it." you unlocked your phone and created a new contact, handing it over to ino. he briefly poses for the contact photo and saves his number in your phone. giving your phone back, he speaks. "on one condition." "which is...?" you put your phone back into your apron pocket, smiling coyly. "i get to take you on a date?" ino's tone was soft, unsure if his advance was going to land the way he wanted. "of course you can."

ino who turns away from you and begins celebrating as if he's invisible. he does multiple yes! motions before abruptly stopping, collecting himself, and turning back to you. "so uh, your shift ends in 30, right?" ino glanced at the clock, his forearms resting on the counter, bending over slightly. looking at the small digital clock on your right, you nodded. "i'll wait for you then."

first jjk post hello???!!! first post in a year hello?!?!? this is my first time writing in sooooo long i swear but i feel that i really needed that break and i think i got better (i hope i got better) as usual if you liked this let me know! likes, comments, + reblogs are ALWAYS appreciated. love yall <3

[firstelevens]

I would take any off of that kisses prompt, but especially eyelid kisses, if you'd like? Or any of them, really truly

34. eyelid kisses

Sam has been dozing on and off for the past half hour at least, cozy under the weight of a plush blanket and halfheartedly debating whether he should get up and make some attempt at a real dinner. It doesn't feel like a real dinner day, if he's being honest. If feels like a laze around for a few more hours and then make midnight pancakes and eat an obscene amount of them kind of day.

He tries to remember if he has maple syrup lying around somewhere, and is distracted from his mental inventory of the pantry by the gentlest brush of lips, first over one eyelid, then the other. The kisses continue in seemingly no order at all after that: one to his nose, a few dotted over his left eyebrow, one on his earlobe. Sam stays where he is and lets them happen, tilting his head back a little when the kisses move down to his neck.

"We have to stop doing this," Bucky mumbles, his lips still pressed to the hollow of Sam's throat.

Sam doesn't bother opening his eyes. "You're not allowed to break up with me when neither of us has pants on. That's just bad manners."

"Sam," says Bucky, all plaintive and sad, and if it were anyone else, he'd class it as a whine. Maybe he will, if Bucky insists on being stupid.

"No," says Sam, eyes still closed. "Breakup denied."

"You can't just say no, you know."

"I'm pretty sure I just did," says Sam. "Try again when you have a better reason than 'keeping me safe.' That one was bullshit and you know it."

There's a nip at Sam's neck, the gentlest scrape of teeth before Bucky lets out an exasperated groan. "Why are you like this?"

He pretends to think about it for a moment. "How does that one Taylor Swift song go? The one you pretend not to like? Don't blame me, love made me crazy?"

Bucky sighs. "I hate you."

Sam finally opens his eyes, smiling when he sees Bucky's gaze locked on him. He lifts a hand to cup Bucky's face, smoothing over the worried furrow between his brows. "No, you don't."

For a long moment, Bucky leans into the touch of Sam's hand, letting his own eyes flutter closed like he's trying to commit it to memory. Then he leans over to kiss Sam again. "No," he says, dropping another kiss on the corner of his mouth. "I don't."

("I'll tell you what I do hate, though," Bucky says later, when they're both midway through stacks of pancakes, "that stupid couch. If we're going to keep doing this, we need to get a better couch."

"Or you could just keep your hands to yourself for as long as it takes us to get up to the bedroom?"

Bucky considers this for all of a second, then shakes his head. "No. We'll have to change the couch.")

[snailvibes]

The thing I can’t wait for the most for my Chloe in Double Exposure AU is writing cat moms shenanigans