#i was like 'do you think i could pull off a buzzcut cause i think im getting major gender envy from her'

[yougotcheddared]

thinking about her....

[rafeyscurtainbangs]

𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟙 – 𝕋𝕨𝕚𝕟 ℝ𝕒𝕗𝕖 𝔽𝕚𝕔

+18 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓸𝓻 𝓓𝓝𝓘

𝙲𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝙱𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜!𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚡 𝙱𝚞𝚣𝚣𝙲𝚞𝚝!𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚡 𝙶𝙵!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

warning: SMUT, language, drinking, name calling, choking, pet names, sharing kink, ownership kink, fingering (from the twins at the same time), unprotected p in v, choking, public sex, rough sex, shower sex

📖 After meeting Rafe's (CurtainBangs!) twin brother Cam (BuzzCut!) for the first time, Rafe gives you a proposal you can't help but accept: sharing you.

Reader's POV:

“Touchdown, Bulldogs!”

The stadium erupts with applause as Rafe gets swallowed up in a team hug. The school fight song blares through the open arena as a massive homecoming crowd clamors to storm the field in celebration. You hang back slightly with the other players’ girlfriends, watching as Rafe shuffles over to an equally massive #2; Cameron scrolled across his back as well. The two of you have only been dating for a few weeks, but you could tell, like quintessential twins, those two were close.

Cam was always Rafe’s second call after you, no matter what, good or bad, and it almost seemed like Cam was two steps ahead. He knew how to calm him down; he always seemed to know what to say. But, then there was the rivalry; Cam knew how to push Rafe’s buttons. What to say to trigger a classic Cameron bitch fit.

Rafe wanted nothing more than to win this game. You could see his chest puffed out a little more than usual, his shit-eating grin a little more sly. Rafe tugs off his helmet, skimming his fingers through his sweaty fringe as his brother removes his helmet as well.

You squint your eyes, stomach fluttering as you take in the difference from all the Instagram and Snapchat images you’ve stalked prior: a fresh buzz cut. Jesus Christ. Rafe pulls him in for a big hug, slapping his shoulder pads.

Your nerves creep in fast, a combination of anxieties about meeting Cam for the first time. I want to impress him. I want him to like me. I want him to think I’m good for Rafe. That’s his twin brother, after all. Sure, I met Ward and Rose, Wheezie and Sarah, and that went great, but this is the big leagues. This is his twin; this is make-or-break.

But, on a separate note, should I be this nervous? I mean, in this way? Seeing Cam gave me butterflies… Maybe it’s ��cause he looks so much like Rafe? I can’t deny that when he took off his helmet, I felt something. Fuck, I’m in trouble.

“There she is," Rafe groans as he pulls you off your feet and into his strong arms. You cup his sweat-glistened cheeks, kissing him deeply.

"Hi, Rafey," you mumble against his sweet lips.

"How’d I do?" He smiles against your pout, nose nuzzling yours playfully.

"So damn good,” you praise as you scratch your nail into his hair, pulling him closer.

“You look so pretty, baby - love seeing you in my jersey.” Rafe sets you down on your feet, kissing you again before pulling you to his side.

“This her?” Cam pipes in, stealing your attention away.

“Sure is. Cam, y/n; y/n, Cam,” Rafe smiles down at you proudly. You turn your attention to Cam, feeling that same flutter from before, a blush creeps in your cheeks as you see the same look in his eyes that Rafe gave you the first night you met.

“Well, shit,” he rasps as he steps a little closer. Cam takes you off Rafe’s hands, drawing you into his embrace, hugging you before pulling back ever-so-slightly. “Fuck, you’re stunning," he praises.

Cam reaches up, fixing the little "R” pendant on your chest, brushing your clothed cleavage as he sets it in place. Your heart races at the contact between you, banging so loudly you swear Cam can hear it. “Thank you,” you breathe. A grin slides across Cam’s lips; Cam’s smile is stunning, just like your boyfriend’s. But there’s a fire behind it that once again gives you the most delicious deja vu. Cam likes what he sees.

“So…” Rafe teases, head cocked slightly, arms raised, holding open your spot at his side.

“Oh shit. Sorry, Rafey,” Cam snickers as he passes you back to his brother. Rafe wraps his arm around your shoulders, tugging you in, pressing a rough kiss on your hair. Cam’s eyes return to his brother, a smirk spreading on his rosy lips. You look up at Rafe, catching the mirror image.

“Well, this one’s gonna help me with my post-game routine; why don’t you come over in like an hour-” Rafe continues to talk; Cam cocks his eyebrow, seemingly stuck on the first part of the plan for the evening. He smiles sinfully, eyes falling down your body, making you blush as you see his wheels turn. These two talk about everything; your little post-match shower session was most likely a topic of discussion already. 

“We drinkin’ tonight?” Cam drawls.

“Literally just said that, dumbass. Maybe if you stop starin’ at my girl’s tits, you could focus. Yeah?” Rafe taunts, shoving his brother away.

“Not gonna apologize,” he bullies as he wets his plump bottom lip.

If Cam was anyone else, he’d gone - erased from this earth for his wandering eye. Rafe, no stranger to roughing up a guy or two on account of you - his brother seemingly the exception. “You’re a fuckin’ dog, buddy.” Cam shrugs and smiles, owning the title as Rafe hooks his finger under your chin. “I don’t blame him. My girl’s perfect,” he whispers before meeting your lips.

“This is my favorite part of Game Day, baby," Rafe hums as he tears his shirt off his athletic body. You pinch the bottom of your top, drawing it over your naval. ”Lemme,“ he smiles, stripping you of his old jersey before tossing it to the side, lifting you off your feet. Rafe pulls away only briefly to turn on the water, walking with you to the countertop. It’s dim, the perfect amount of light thrown from his open bedroom door. Admittedly, it’s your favorite part of Game Day as well: getting this time with Rafe, the two of you unwinding before a night of drinking, the pair of you coming down from his post-game high together.

Rafe sets you down on the cool top, sending chills up your warm body as his hands quickly get to work. One weaves into the nape of your hair while the other grips the plush of your hip. ”You know I love you,“ he whispers as his rough fingers trace over the top of your thigh, disappearing between your legs.

”Of course, Rafe.“

"M'not sayin’ this to start a fight; m'not callin’ you out for anything. Alright?”

“Okay," you giggle nervously. ”Is everything okay?“

"More than okay," he grins. You let out a little gasp as he runs two fingers through your wetness, lifting them to his lips tasting you. "You have a crush on my brother. Don’t you, sweetheart?" He whispers. Your eyes widen in surprise, lashes fluttering as he calls you out.

"I - Umm… Rafe-”

“I said, 'It’s more than okay, honey," he mumbles as his fingers press through your entrance. ”You don’t believe me?“ Your brows knit in confusion as you stare into his beautiful blues. How could Rafe Cameron be okay with this? I mean, he almost got arrested last weekend for a fight after someone bought me a shot. How is he okay with me having a crush on his brother? 'And, it’s more than okay?’ No way.

"No…" You whisper feebly as your gaze falls to his lips.

A smirk stretches wide, Rafe’s breathing increasing with yours. "No, what, princess?”

“I don’t believe you," you reply before returning your eyes to his. Rafe pouts his lip teasingly, pumping and scissoring his long fingers.

"Alright…" He shrugs, continuing to tease you. You grip Rafe’s thick dick in your hand, rubbing his precum into his swollen tip as he quickens the speed of his hand, thrusting his fingers at an insane pace. ”He’s got a crush on you.“ Your pussy tightens around his digits at the sound of his words, making Rafe smile wickedly. "Baby girl…" He mocks as he moves in even closer, wrapping his muscular arm around your waist. Rafe tucks himself into the crook of your neck as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten.

”M'gonna cum,“ you whine.

”You sure, y/n,“ he whispers against your warm skin. ”I don’t believe you.“ Rafe repeats your words as he slows his pace, edging you; prompting you to grind against his palm, craving a release.

”Rafe…“

”Hmm?“ He chuckles through a throaty laugh. ”S'alright, baby. We share.“ Rafe baffles you with his admittance as he spears his thick cock into your drenched pussy.

”Rafe!“ You wail, mouth hanging open as he circles his hips nice and slow, buried balls deep, letting you adjust to his size. You cling onto his shoulders, nails digging into his tan skin as he stretches you out. Steam swirls all around the two of you, the room burning with vapor and sex as Rafe walks toward the walk-in show, drawing back the glass door. ”This could be a really good night for you,“ he mutters as the stream of water pours from the spout, washing over your naked bodies.

Rafe’s eyes fall down your bare frame, watching as the little rivers of warm water cascade through your dips and curves, glistening over your already dewy skin. His blonde fringe hangs wet on his forehead, framing his beautiful face. You look down as well, eyeing the place where your bodies connect; Rafe’s thick cock sheathed deep. "You share girls?" You whisper. Rafe moans as he presses you back into the icy shower wall, forcing himself as deep as possible, making you exhale a deep breath.

“'Course we do." He starts to pound you into the wall, making you cry out in pleasure.

"And, you want to share me?" You ask, weakly between rough thrusts.

”That not clear?“ He rasps, drawing out of your cunt, whirling you around before bending you over, pounding back into your aching core.

"Fuck!” You sob, feeling him deep in your guts. You take hold of his wrists, his hands steadying your hips, clawing into the fat of your ass. Rafe spreads your cheeks, coaxing his cock in slower as he feels you tighten around him again.

“Bounce for me. Yeah?" He groans, slapping your ass before letting you take control. You throw your bum on his cock; cheeks clapping against Rafe’s wet skin. Your curves recoil with each slap of his tight body against yours, knees buckling, causing Rafe to chuckle darkly as he watches you go weak on his dick. "Please," you whimper, knowing he won’t let you cum until he hears you say it.

”Pretty sure you know what I want to hear, princess,“ he grunts. "Just tell me you want him. Tell me you want us to share you. Tell me you want his cock and mine, y/n. Let me hear it.”

“Rafe.”

He winds up, slapping your thigh harshly, making you scream, voice bouncing off of the shower walls. “I want him. I - I want you to share me. Fuck. I want your cock and his." You squeal Rafe’s name as you gush around his cock; your entire body shaking as he keeps you standing through your climax.

"I want you to beg,” he huffs, tugging your hair, pulling you close, back pressed against his heaving chest, Rafe not letting you come down from your orgasm before he starts working on your next. One arm wraps around your throat in a chokehold, squeezing tightly while the other arm binds around your waist.

“Please.”

“No. Not enough," he sneers, constricting your airway with his biceps. Rafe starts rocking in and out. You can feel every ridge and curve of his cock as he gives it to you, slow and deep, making your eyes roll back. You feel yourself getting lightheaded at the lack of air, but Rafe doesn’t let up his hold. ”Beg.“

Holy shit.

"Please, Rafe. I fucking need it," you pant wearily. ”I want to please you both… I wanna feel you-“ Your voice trails off as you feel your orgasm building again, vision fuzzy, mind muddled like you could fall to the floor.

"Baby? You got awfully quiet. You a'ight?" He growls; a low tone rumbled against your skin.

”I want you both to ruin me!“ You choke out the words. “I’ll do anything for your dick. Please.”

"Mmm… Atta girl.” Rafe pulls out, taking his time with you as he looks down at you lovingly. He guides your chin, lifting your lips to his. Rafe kisses you soft and slow as you try to catch your breath. You look down at his throbbing dick, the creamy ring of your arousal rinsing off his hardened flesh, ready for more.

“You think your brother wants me, Rafey?" You whisper, biting into your bottom lip as you bat your lashes, playing into his game.

”'Course he does. That bastard always wants what’s mine. Lucky for him, we’re brothers… N'I play nice.“ Rafe loops his bicep under your thigh, plunging his cock back in. He rolls his hips deliciously slow, finding that perfect angle that makes tears leak from your eyes. ”Gonna fuck that tight little ass of yours, baby. Fill you up,“ he groans. ”We haven’t done that yet? You ready, f'me? Think you can handle us both?“

You can’t even form words; all thoughts in your mind run wild at the idea of having them. "You’re squeezing me so tight, baby… Think you could cum for me again?" He whispers against your ear, teeth, tugging at your lobe as he draws out, slamming his cock back into your pussy. You let out a cry of pleasure, your cracked sob reverberating off the walls. "Gonna have you creamin’ on our cocks all night. Just a little whore for Cameron cock, aren'tcha?" Rafe throws his hips again and again as the knot in your stomach starts to twist tighter. You pinch your eyes shut, nodding frantically as you feel your orgasm within reach, completely cock-drunk. "Say. It.”

“M'just - Fuck, daddy-”

“M'just what?" He mocks your fucked-out tone.

"A little whore for your cocks. M'just a hole for you, Rafe.”

“Ugh. Yes! Fuck. That’s my girl. That’s it, baby. Cum for me. Yeah? Cum on my cock.”

“Fuck…”

“Cum." Your walls spasm around his cock; waves of your finish crashing down on you again and again as you call out his name. Rafe yours as he floods you with his seed. You can feel his dick twitching inside you, your body milking every last drop of his cum.

Rafe’s forehead falls to your neck in exhaustion. ”Goddamn. I fuckin’ love you, honey,“ he breathes as he kisses his way up your neck. ”Mmm… We’re gonna take real good care of you tonight, baby,“ Rafe moans. You can hear the excitement in his voice, matching your own, but you can’t help but feel a slight apprehension.

What if this ruins what Rafe and I have?

Your demeanor must have changed because Rafe notices instantly. "Talk to me, princess,” he respires as he holds you tight, lips resting on your shoulder as he rocks the two of you lazily.

“I’m a little worried, Rafe. This doesn’t really feel like something you’d do with a girlfriend… Someone you wanna end up with. This seems like something the two of you would do with some random girl - maybe a fling. I wanna be with you… I don’t see us not being together. I’m crazy about you, Rafe,” your voice cracks with emotion, making him expel a soft pity laugh like you have nothing to worry about.

“I’ve got no doubt in my mind that it’ll be us, Y/n. Rafe and y/n…” He pinches the gold "R” he bought you between his fingers. “I’m crazy about you too, baby. You gotta know that. Yeah? Here.” Rafe tugs off his gold Cameron Family ring, gliding it on your thumb instead. “I want you to have this, Y/n.”

“Really?” You gasp.

“'Course. You’re mine. Alright? Tonight doesn’t mean I think anythin’ less of you, or I’m not serious about our relationship. M'so fuckin’ serious, y/n.” Rafe pulls out of your pussy, making you wince; his large palm quickly soothes the ache. Rafe turns you into his chest, wrapping his towering frame in yours. “How could I not be serious about you, baby?” He mumbles warmly against your lips. You look up at him, matching his gaze. ”S'no question who you belong to, honey. Cam knows you’re mine. I had you first. M'gonna have you when he’s gone. Alright? Just let us take care of you like you take care of me. A'ight?“

"Okay, daddy,” you smile as you rest your hands on Rafe’s muscular chest, trying to contain your excitement as you see his ring adorned on your tiny finger. Rafe glances down as well, chuckling to himself as he sees how happy the gesture made you.

“Looks good on you, baby," he croons. "Let’s have a good night. Yeah?”

“Let’s do it.”

You start moving your hips to the music; the bass bumps in your chest. Your friend quickly grabs you by your hips, turning you away from her; you start grinding on her. Your hands drift up your thighs, working back down as you roll your body nice and slow. “Where’s Rafe?” One of your friends screams over the track. You smile and shrug as you continue to move. “You think you could introduce me to Cam?” She wiggles her eyebrows in your direction. No way.

“Sure," you breathe, brushing her off.

Where are they? Tonight has been fun. Cam is every bit as gentlemanly as Rafe. He asked me about school, my major, and my friends, but it was all very "normal”, almost as if that conversation with Rafe in the shower hadn’t happened.

Was he genuinely interested in me like Rafe said he was? Or did he change his mind? You look out into the packed college bar; a deep sea of students grinding and moving to the beat. Your dance partner gives you a sloppy kiss on the cheeks before getting whisked away by her boyfriend, leaving you solo again.

The void is quickly filled as your body is claimed by Rafe, taking you from behind. He presses his chest against your back, rough hands working up your bare thighs, resting on your hips. “You look good, baby girl,” he groans. “This fuckin’ body." His lips meet your neck, kissing and nipping his way to your ear as you grind to the beat. You can feel his rock-hard cock through his jeans, pressed against your ass. His rough fingers move down, drifting lower and lower, making your pulse below. "Bet this pussy’s so wet,” he groans, teeth grazing the shell of your ear.

Rafe applies a little more pressure, pressing his fingers on top of your clothed pussy; rubbing small circles on top. Oh my god. Your body tingles, warmth coursing through your system as you feel little spurs of pleasure between your thighs. You breathe deeply, taking in his cologne, eyes widening when you take in a subtle differences.

This isn’t Rafe.

You look ahead, watching as Rafe lifts his red SOLO cup to his lips, his smirk half-seen as he stares you down. He gives you a flirty nod before tossing back the rest of his gin and tonic. You look down at the large set of hands on your body, seeing his twins matching gold Cameron ring on his finger. Cam’s body is familiar, the shape of him fitting perfectly with yours, but his hold is heavy, touch not as gentle as Rafe’s. His kisses are rough, sending chills up your spine as you rest your hands on top of his, guiding them closer to your sweet spot as Rafe watches on.

Cam’s fingers trace your inner thigh, toying with the soaked lace of your panties. “Y/n…" He moans against your skin. You lean back against him, tipping your chin up in his. Your heart skips a beat when you see Cam’s face, the sight of him making this all that more real. He looks so good, so fucking good; Rafe’s double in every sense of the word, donning a black v-neck instead of a white. His gold chain lays on his chiseled chest, glinting in the laser lights. The only visible difference is his buzzed hair. Cam wets his lip, blue eyes sparkling down on yours.

He pushes your panties to the side, causing you to gasp; Cam quickly claims your lips, stealing your breath. Rafe’s brother teases your entrance with the tip of his rough finger, making you whimper on his lips. He draws his hand away, bending you over. You rest your hands on your knees as you throw your ass back into him. Cam’s grip tightens on your hips, pulling you closer; the two of you fucking clothed.

Rafe pinches his jeans, adjusting himself clearly, loving what he sees. He calls over to the bartender, yelling for his tab, making your heart pick up pace as you see the plan set in motion.

Cam grabs you by your waist, turning you around; pulling you close to his chest. One hand works around the back of your neck, guiding your focus toward his eyes as his other hand continues to massage your clit. You feel a heat building in your belly, lashes fluttering as you look up at him.

"Rafe said you were a good girl, y/n. That true?" He rasps in a voice just a little deeper than Rafe’s.

"I - I’m a good girl," you whimper.

"Then cum for me." Cam pulls you in a little closer as you feel yourself about to lose control. Fuck. Am I gonna cum in front of all these people? You look around, the shoulder-to-shoulder crowd off in their own worlds. "Eyes on me? Wanna see your face, princess. Wanna see my brother’s pretty little slut cum on my hand in front of all these people," Cam taunts. He leans in, lips brushing against yours. "Our hands.” Ours? You gasp as Rafe grabs you by the waist, plunging two thick fingers between your thighs.  He fucks them into your pussy effortlessly, curling and stroking with precision.

“He told you to cum," Rafe warns.

You grit your teeth, gripping onto Rafe’s wrist and Cam’s shirt as your orgasm claims your body. The two boys work you through your release. Cam watches you closely, taking in your beautiful features as you cum for him for the first time. Rafe slips his fingers out of your pussy, sucking the mess clean as he always does. "What do you say, brother? Let’s get our girl outta here. Hmm?”

Part 2

[pinknipszz]

IT'S BUZZCUT SEASON, ANYWAY

⤷ gojo satoru, ryomen sukuna, and fushiguro toji

SATORU thought it was going to be a harmless prank. hair grows back after all.

well. he didn’t anticipate his “harmless prank” to cause this much emotional distress. 

“it’s so ugly!” you scream, hiding your tear-stained face in your hands in a desperate attempt to forget the horrific image of your sweet, sweet boyfriend and his white buzzcut. entirely dismissive of the fact that you’re in a public setting—a park, actually—satoru quickly scoops you up in his arms with consolation on his lips.

“it’s not that bad baby,” he swears. “it’ll grow back in a few weeks anyway.” you spiral at his words as images of that vile haircut flash in your mind. after putting you back on your feet, satoru tries to pull your hands away from your pretty face, but his efforts turn futile once he hears something along the lines of: “it is that bad!” 

it comes out as a hoarse, incoherent muffle, but he understands it nonetheless.

“i’ll wear a wig!” he blurts out desperately. "there's a shop down the street. we'll buy one right now." your shoulders stop shaking as you fall silent, and for a moment, satoru thinks he made the right choice of words. When you barrel into another fit of loud sobs, however, an unretrievable part of him chips away.

with a heavy heart, satoru sighs and holds you against his chest, cradling your head. he really fucked up this time. people throw him strange looks, but others—especially women—only sigh and shake their heads sympathetically at your anguish. no one can really blame you for reacting like this anyway. 

“SUKUNA,” you gasp in awe at the sight of him. 

you’re hardly seated yet, but the thin glass shield does little to spare him from the bewildered look on your face as you gawk at the short, neat buzz in place of his usual slick back. he feels his eye twitch.

when the officer coughs behind him, sukuna throws a mean look over his shoulder before ripping the telephone off the wall and holding it close to his ear. he only gets to hear your sweet voice once a month, and he’ll be damned if you waste it on his hair. “don’t ask about it,” he gruffs out. “tell me what you’ve been up to.”

you blink once—twice, even—before mirroring his actions and grabbing the prison’s janky telephone (having done this so many times, you don’t even wince when you touch some mysterious residue left by the previous visitor). you try to speak, your lips curling around the syllables of a word, but not a single sound escapes your throat. 

sukuna rolls his eyes at your loss for words. “come on. talk to me, doll.” his light tap against the glass earns him a warning that you don’t quite catch from the officer, but by the quiet string of curses that leaves the receiver, you guess it must have something to do with cutting his minutes. which you absolutely did not want.

“i think it fits you,” you say hurriedly. “you have a nice face, so the buzz works really well.” your delivery wasn’t the most elegant, and you might have even stuttered in between, but sukuna nearly groans when he hears you again. god he misses you. more than you miss his pretty pink hair.

TOJI thinks his life can’t get any worse—or at least that’s what he thought before getting into a car accident last week.

by the grace of god, toji survived with only a few minor injuries, but his hair, now full of a million tiny glass shards, wasn’t so lucky. once he realized that they were impossible to wash out, toji knew there was only one thing left to do.

a loud shriek echoes through the apartment. 

“toji—why are you bald?” you point an accusatory finger at your boyfriend of three years, standing in the middle of your bathroom with a towel around his waist. maybe under different circumstances, you’d be drooling over the delicious sight, but how could you possibly do that when his hair is so close to his scalp!

toji simply won’t stand for this slander. now don’t get him wrong. he loves you more than anything in the world, but the last thing any guy wants to hear is his name and the word “bald” in the same sentence. “i’m not bald goddamnit!” he barks back with equal ferocity. “it’s called a buzzcut. get it right, woman!”

the hilarity of the situation has you doubling over in laughter. there are tears ruining your mascara, but you don’t half the mind to care, and neither does he as tension melts away from his shoulders. toji chuckles and shakes his head at your desperate wheezes.

this interaction could’ve gone much, much worse.

(masterlist) | (a/n: i don't think anyone else in the series would get a buzz tbh)

[anoant-haikyuu-dump]

Who in Nekoma is Photogenic?? 

Kuroo: Has a bit of a dorky smile and his hair never behaves but not that bad, at least he looks genuinely happy. He prefers candid photos over posed ones even if he looks silly. Also the type to get very sentimental over pictures, he loves to scroll through his camera roll every once in a while and laugh at them with his friends. Later in life he keeps physical photo albums and his JVA office is covered in picture frames.

Yaku: As the objectively coolest guy on Nekoma how could he not be photogenic? A closed-mouth smiler but he makes it look good, the lighting always seems to work in his favor too. He prefers sitting/crouching photos cause they don't emphasize his height.

Kai: THE BEST SMILE, he always looks the happiest to be there. He's usually the one offering to take photos of everyone else but then Kuroo and Yaku yell at him to ask a stranger so they can all be in it. Teases Yaku for fixing his hair beforehand cause y'know. Buzzcut.

Kenma: You just know he's hitting you with a classic Kenma squint. Can't smile on command nor does he bother trying, he groans when someone suggests taking a photo and complains until it's over. But sometimes Kuroo will hit him with a sneak attack and he looks radiant for some reason??

Tora: Can't fake a smile to save his life, looks like he's shitting himself in every photo. He's the type of guy to ask for a countdown but it never helps. Ironically one of the only ones who actually cares about his looks in photos so yeah he's just suffering.

Fukunaga: Either the cutest little cat smile or staring into space like he's having war flashbacks, no inbetween. Does bunny ears on whoever's in front of him or something weird that people only notice days later. Master at photo bombing.

Lev: I hate to say it but he's the most photogenic on the team, he does become a model after all. It's so effortless for him, it always seems to be golden hour when someone pulls a camera out in his presence. Pisses off everyone, especially Yaku who tries to catch him off-guard to prove that he's not that photogenic. This only frustrates him further ("HOW DO YOU STILL LOOK LIKE A MAGAZINE MODEL EATING CEREAL?!")

Inuoka: A goofy grin to rival Kuroos, he's just excited to be there. Sometimes him and Shibayama plan cute little duo poses together, they'd totally have a connected senior quote. Usually does a peace sign or a wave, something with his hands.

Shibayama. There's a 50% chance he's closing his eyes in every photo they take. One of the only ones who cares about how he looks along with Tora, he fusses with his hair a lot and always thinks he looks bad even when it's fine. Has worried about it less since Inuoka made photos more fun.

Teshiro: The photographer goes "Hey Teshiro, can you try smiling?" and he's like "am I not??". Completely straight-faced no matter how hard he tries, canonically he's kinda self-concious about his eyebrows so I don't think he'd like photos very much. Tried open-lipped smiling once and people thought he was gnashing his teeth so he never did it again.

[ahgrace6]

Melody finds out | Stiles Stilinski

Context: if melody and stiles had sex before going over to Lydia’s house. or if teen wolf was rated R (a continuation of the witch who cried wolf episode 5 | the tell)

Warning: smut, p in v, oral (male receiving), virgin!stiles, buzzcut!stiles, virgin!melody

Melissa had let melody stay home the following day after the incident in the video store. "alright sweetie, im off to work." melissa calls from the front door as it clicks shut.

sometime later a shout of "melody!" was heard from downstairs. Rolling her eyes the girl gets up from her bed and walks down to open the door to reveal stiles standing there. "are you okay? what did you see last night?" stiles asks the girl. Rolling her eyes Melody replies "i'm fine stiles, i didn't see anything." and begins climbing the stairs again.

Stiles who is unhappy with this answer after seeing her shaking form last night closes the front door and begins following the girl up the stairs. she was dressed in just his shirt and a pair of blue panties that peeked out from under the shirt making his breath hitch as he looks away not wanting to perv on the girl. 

entering her bedroom melody sat down looking at the boy with an irritated look on her face, he and scott had been hiding something from her since the first day of school and now he wanted information from her?

"please." stiles asks sitting next to her on the bed. Melody smiles and replies "i'll tell you what i saw if you tell me what you and scott have been hiding from me." the blonde attempts to bargain with the boy. 

"uh." stiles hesitates not knowing how scott would feel if he revealed that the shaggy haired boy was a werewolf. Sensing the boy’s hesitation and wanting the information the blonde smiled stating "i can get it from you another way."

stiles' brows furrow. "you can?" "uh huh." she answers getting within millimeters from his face before climbing on top of his lap straddling him. stiles breath hitches as he looks at the girl on top of him "oh my god." he whispers 'is this a dream?' he thinks.

"tell me what's going on stiles." melody demands. stiles stays silent and frozen his hands glued to his sides awkwardly causing the blonde to grab the buzzcut boy's hands and placing them on her ass. stiles lets out a moan like sound at the feeling hesitating before squeezing. "come on stiles." the blonde persuades wrapping her arms around the boys neck their faces centimeters apart. 

"you tell me what's going on, i tell you what i saw and then we can have some fun." she smiles slowly bringing her hand down his chest and stomach smiling seductively at him. "don't you wanna have fun with me stiles?" she asks lightly as her hands brush his belt buckle. 

the boys head nods up and down aggressively as he pulls her closer to him on his lap his hard cock pressing against her barely clothed heat a whimper leaving the girls throat. melody pushes his body onto her bed leaning over him now. "im sitting on top of you in just my underwear with your shirt on stiles, i could easily just take off the shirt.. do you want that?" the blonde asks seductively "yes, god, please." stiles breathes out the girls hands go towards the bottom of her shirt slowly lifting it "please, stiles. just tell me what's going on, im not gonna tell anyone." she asks once again. 

"Scott's a werewolf." stiles mumbles out in his fog of desire when her breasts are revealed. melody's eyes widen as she sits up still straddling the boy her shirt lowering "a werewolf?" she asks. stiles nods aggressively "yes, and an alpha is trying to bring him into his pack and make him kill people." the boy mumbled out his hand cupping her face bringing her lips towards his. her breath mixes with his as stiles connects their lips.

Melody’s tongue enters stiles mouth brushing against the boys own tongue. Breaking apart from the boy Melody rips off her shirt and discards it on the floor. Stiles eyes widen as the blondes breasts are exposed again his hands going up to fondle them. Reconnecting their lips stiles pulls the girl closer to his body.

Stiles lips slowly go down towards melody’s neck sucking on the skin to show everyone that they were wrong, he finally got the girl of his dreams, she wanted him and he wasn't gonna let her go. His lips going back up to her mouth stiles whispers “I’ve always wanted you, baby.” Whimpering into the boys mouth Melody replies “me too stiles” in a whisper.

“Stiles.” She whispers again, “you’re wearing too many clothes.” Stiles immediately removes his shirt and she begins to kiss down his naked torso down to his happy trail. “You want me to suck your cock baby?” She whispers making stiles rapidly nod up and down.

Removing stiles belt, jeans and boxers Melody stares at stiles cock before wrapping her hand around the base “it’s so big, baby.” She whispers as his eyes roll into the back of his head at the pleasure.

she begins licking the tip of stiles cock before going down to the base licking a long strip from the bottom to the top just like lydia had spoke about when talking about blowjobs, stiles hands thread through the girls hair as she begins sucking on the boys dick.

moans can be heard coming from the boys mouth until he rips her off right before he cums. melody whimpers in annoyance as she wants to taste his cum but he pulls her back to his lap whispering "i wanna cum inside you, baby."

smiling melody removes her underwear making them both completely naked. arousal coats the blue panties causing stiles to moan as he brings his fingers to her heat feeling a pool of wetness.

"what about a condom?" stiles asks as melody lines herself up with his cock. "i think Scott keeps some in the bathroom." the blonde replies getting off the boy and heading to her and Scott's shared bathroom in search for a condom retrieving one and climbing back on top of the boy their mouths intertwined again.

melody fiddles with the packet opening it and rolling the condom onto stiles before lining herself up with him and sinking down. a large moan erupts from the boys mouth as melody whimpers into his neck from the stretch.

"are you okay?" stiles asks concerned. "yeah baby, im okay." she smiles as she connects their lips again whimpering into the kiss when she lifts herself back up and down again.

after a few minutes the two are moaning messes stiles hips come up to thrust into her as she rides him. "so good stiles." she moans. "perfect. so perfect." he moans back in response.

she clenches around him and stiles assumes that means she's close. "stiles." she whimpers. a loud moan erupts from stiles mouth as a warm sensation fills the blond as stiles orgasms. melody following shortly after.

lifting herself off of stiles cock melody whimpers from the empty feeling. stiles removes the condom heading to the bathroom to dispose of it coming back with a warm wash cloth to clean the girl up. afterwards stiles pulls the girl back towards him holding her close to his body as the blondes phone goes off bringing the two back to reality.

Scott's a werewolf and there's an alpha werewolf running around killing people.

melody opens her phone seeing a message from Lydia. a video of the monster she'd seen last night.

"this is what i saw." melody tells the boy turning the phone towards him. "this is the alpha? isn't it?" she asks. stiles hesitantly nods "i think so." "Lydia." melody mumbles getting out of stiles embrace and walking towards her dresser.

the two redress and head to Lydia's. stiles immensely happy but disappointed that their cuddling had been cut short.

[a-aexotic]

hi ren, biggg congratulation and the eras tour celebration is such a cool concept 🥳

🌙 please for Rafe and Paris!

pairing. rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings. literally nothing except fluff, and illusions to smut?

summary. rafe is in love with utterly and fully in love with y/n

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Everything about You and Rafe had been unpredicted, no one in a million years that Rafe "Druggie" Cameron could pull someone like you. You guys getting together was definitely not on anyone's list of things that were going to happen that year, but it did.

And honestly neither of you couldn't care less. You and Rafe were completely and utterly in love with each other and nothing could get in the way.

Rumors, people, family, circumstances. None of that mattered in the case of you two. Especially Rafe. After everything with his sister, always being a second choice, when he finally was someone's first choice, someone's favorite person, none of that mattered. He was his absolute happiest when he was with you.

I'M SO IN LOVE THAT I MIGHT STOP BREATHING.

You and Rafe had been together for a year now and Rafe had done a complete 360 from where he was at before he met you. Last year, he was at the lowest of his life; completely high all the time, partying every night, new girl every week. Now, he was sober and with the love of his life.

It had been a year now and neither of you have had the urge to say the scariest three words in a relationship, especially a relatively new one.

Rafe had realized he loved you two weeks into dating you but of course he hadn't said it, he didn't want to scare you off. He was already crazy enough, imagine if he just told you he loved you two weeks into dating?

Rafe had just something so out of pocket that you let out a loud laughing, making Rafe stop and think for second before joining in your laughter. It was so bad that you genuinely had stopped breathing, hanging on to the counter to stop from falling over. Your eyes were tearing up and Rafe's stomach had begun to hurt.

"Oh my gosh, I love you." You accidentally blurted once you stopped laughing. You and Rafe both instantly jumped up, both staring at each other. Your heart jumped and you didn't know how Rafe was going to react, his face unreadable.

"Wait, what?"

You couldn't back out now. "I-I love you"

Rafe felt like he was going to pass out with excitement. "I love you too, Y/N."

ROMANCE IS NOT DEAD, IF YOU KEEP IT JUST YOURS.

If Rafe had a dime for every time someone had made a rumor about the two of you, he would be richer than his dad and that's saying something. You guys were OBX's favorite topic to gossip about.

Instead of getting offended, you and Rafe had made it into a fun game anytime Sarah had told you something you heard. You guys call it "Would this happen in an alternate universe?"

The game kind of says it all. You and Rafe would see how realistic the rumor was. It became such a fun game for you two that you guys started making up your own rumors as well.

You sat in the passenger seat of the car, listening to Rafe tell you the next rumor. "Y/N left Rafe... for Ward."

You gasped and then let out a giggle, "Ward?"

"Yup."

"That is the most outlandish shit I've ever heard, oh my gosh." You replied making Rafe hum in response, "Never. I would never leave you for Ward, my gosh. How do people come up with these?"

"Never?"

You felt Rafe's gaze on you as you furrowed your eyebrows, "Yes, Rafe. I would never leave you for Ward."

"What about JJ?"

"Maybe..."

Rafe scoffed as you let out another one of your exceptionally loud laughs.

NO, I DIDN'T SEE THE NEWS, CAUSE WE WERE SOMEWHERE ELSE.

For your third year anniversary, Rafe had taken you to a Hawaii Cruise. This was the first time both of you had gone on a trip by yourselves so it was way more fun for the both of you. You guys didn't have to sneak around anywhere, having a lot more alone time then before.

Rafe had gotten a buzzcut a few months ago and you've grown to absolutely adore it. At first, when you got the spontaneous text from Rafe telling you he was buzzing all his hair off, you were going to cry. But once you saw it, you fell in love all over again. It gave him a mature sugar daddy look and you loved it.

One of the reasons why you dreaded him buzzing his hair is that you wouldn't be able to run your finger through his hair but now that it's semi grown, you could kind of do that again.

You and Rafe laid on the pool chair, Rafe laying next to you with his head on your chest as you twisted his semi grown out buzzcut. You guys both watched the dark sky in comforting silence, enjoying each other's company.

You heard Rafe sigh. "I'm so grateful I met you, Y/N."

"Me too, Rafe. Me too."

"No, I mean like... like I seriously can't imagine my life without you in it." Rafe looked up to meet your eyes and you felt like you were going to cry of happiness. "You feel like home, baby. You always have."

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Rafe. I'd be lost without you."

And suddenly everything to Rafe made sense. There was no more confusion on where he was going, what he was doing with his life because it was all clear to him in that moment. It was all you. As long as he was spending his life with you, he was happy.

"Let's get married."

[itsthestutterforme]

The Sweet Times (Rafe Cameron Drabble)

Summary: You and Rafe shared a cute moment at Tannyhill:

Prompt credit @luvmmarner : “I don’t ever want to lose you,” “You mean everything to me,”

Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, reader is black

**

Softly humming a tune, you flipped the chicken as it continued to brown in the pan while the sauce was mixing in the blender. The blender clicked off and you turned around to open the blender. Dragging the tip of your finger along the lid, you licked some remnants of the vodka sauce from your finger. You were about to open the fridge when you noticed Rafe staring at you from the hallway.

“Oh hey baby, I didn’t see you come in.” You greet, bringing down the heat of the chicken as you crossed the kitchen. “Just trying to figure out how you’re such a natural in the kitchen,” he states, wrapping his arms around your waist. “All it takes is practice,” You tried to go on your tippy toes to kiss him and still fall short. He chuckles as you collapse into his chest. “How is it fair you can make gourmet meals and I can barely make a grilled cheese?”

“There’s nothing wrong with a grilled cheese,” you console, making him roll his eyes. “Besides, that just mean we balance each other out,” you add, pouting when you couldn’t reach his lips for a kiss. He loves your height difference. How you need a step stool because you could barely reach the middle shelf.

It felt nice for you to need him for something. I makes him feel like less of a fuck up. He bent down to press a warm kiss on your lips, smiling when you ease under his touch. You hummed into the kiss and brought him closer by the neck. “I missed you,” you said against his lips. “I missed you more, pretty girl.” “Topper invited us to his place for a rager but I’ll tell him some other time.” he adds.

“Awe, why not? I like his ragers,” “Because I bought us some face masks and we are going to have a self care day.” Rafe states, motioning to the Ulta Beauty bag on the floor in the hallway. “Well why didn’t you say so?”

**

The night continued on and you finished your Chicken Marsala just in time for Rafe to rent one of your favorite comfort movie: She’s All That. The entire night you felt his eyes on you, examining every part of you as he can. You decided to keep it to yourself so he didn’t feel embarrassed that you caught him.

It wasn’t until it was time for the face masks that you spoke up about it. It’s not like you had any choice. He sat on the toilet bowl while you gingerly placed the strawberry face mask on his face. His eyes searched yours, his lips parted slightly as if he was in awe. His slow breath fanning against your neck made it hard for you to think straight. His eyes dilated the longer you held his gaze, making your face burn bashfully. “Rafe, why do you keep looking at me like that?” “Like what?”

“The look you have right now. It’s gives a girl butterflies you know?” You smile, applying some pressure to smooth the mask over his forehead. “Is something on your mind?” You suggest. Concern weighed on your brow when he continued to look at you in silence. You were about to say his name when he finally said, “You mean.. everything to me,”

His soft voice caused hundred of goosebumps to erupt on your skin. “Rafe,” he wrapped his hands around yours and pulled you in between his legs. “I don’t ever want to lose you,” “You won’t,” you reassure. Had it not been for the face mask, you would have held his face by now. Casually caressing his cheek bone so he knew you were genuine.

“I’m here. I’m yours.” You reinforced, flattening your hand over his buzzcut. “If you get down on one knee or something, I’m going to scream.” A you added. “Well.. it’s not like the sound isn’t familiar to me.” A small smirk plays on his lips and you shove him playfully. You made a stride to leave the bathroom but he caught you and pulled you back where you once were.

“Whoa, whoa. Where do you think you’re going, pretty girl?” “Going to watch the movie,” you said as he piled you in his lap. “I have my movie right here,” you looked away from his burning gaze and he lifted your gaze back up with your chin.

“Beautiful,”

[milkteaarttime]

Viktor Info!

My characterization of Viktor! cause I have been neglecting my boi a lil

I(’d like to preface this by saying I am aware that ODIN may not have struck Seattle but for the sake of my OC’s backstories I’m saying it did since it was mentioned lmao)

General 

Name: Viktor/Shuyi Wong

Age: 23

Eye colour: golden brown

Hair colour: Black

Hairstyle: Grown-out buzzcut (Occasionally will have it buzzed shorter but not as short as Hesh or Merrick)

Height: 6’5 He is a big boi 

Body/Build: beefy boi, broad shoulders, Muscular, and athletic (Think like this guy: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMhLrA5mG/)

Blood type: Type O Positive

Profession: Tech and intelligence 

Childhood/Life:

Viktor was born in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada. He was a preemie baby and received a lot of attention and a bit of coddling growing up due to having lots of medical issues. Since he is slightly medically fragile, his family always doted on him. “Don't forget your puffer!” “Viktor you have your medicine??” 

He was scrawny and short and nerd ™ until puberty slammed him in high school 

Viktor has always been huge about STEM, loved space and rockets and robotics, and would have wanted to be a NASA engineer or someone who did technology innovations etc. He was brilliant and did well at school, even better than Latte. If Latte's average in high school was 93%, his average is 97-100% He excelled in STEM subjects 

He was the sibling who wasn’t always required to help out with the family’s business. His parents saw his intelligence as too good for the small family business and often encouraged him to go do extracurriculars or clubs after school. When he did help out, he manned the cash registers since Latte was not good at counting money. 

His parents often wanted him to behave more like Latte, drawing comparisons between the siblings, and occasionally pitting them against each other. This upbringing caused him to lash out often and become the blunt competitive chaotic mess he is today. 

Personality:

Viktor is an energetic, brilliant, resourceful, sharp-witted and knowledgeable person. He craves the mental stimulation of learning but often plays devil's advocate just for the fun of it. He is charismatic to those who get along with him and downright a pain in the ass to those he would often oppose. 

Some downsides can be him being too argumentative, and in a way that is abrasive and hurts other’s feelings. He can be intolerant or insensitive when he thinks someone is wrong or not being effective/efficient in his opinion. 

He is also a Yapper ™ like his sister, but only about his ideas and thoughts. Great if you can match his level of wit; if not, it can sound like he is being condescending and arrogant, even though he doesn’t intend it. 

He doesn't apologize in significant ways, as in will say“My bad bro” but rarely sorry. 

Secretly really guilty and carries a lot of self-hatred regarding the guilt he feels toward his parents and Latte. (especially Latte)

ODIN:

Similar to Latte, Viktor’s life was changed drastically when he insisted he wanted to Seattle for his birthday at the end of July, however, their parents only had time off at the beginning of summer, since Summer is prime restaurant business times in Canada. Especially with school giving out in late June, So they departed on the 10th of July. 

When Odin struck, he was knocked semi-unconscious, he could still hear the chaos around him. He remembered hearing his mother’s last words very clearly as that was the only thing he could focus on with his limited consciousness. Latte pulls him out afterwards, where he regains enough consciousness to look at the wreckage of their car and the roads and the people around them. Before passing out completely.

Viktor and Latte were both sent back to Canada by the US gov to live with a family friend they were close with, during this period Viktor would throw himself into studying robotics.

Professional Experience:

Viktor had incredible records of innovation and was very resourceful, he took part in the high school robotics team, and the coding and programming club, learned mechanic elective courses in high school, and had hobbies in building technology. He was also taking online courses regarding STEM subjects, programming, and, and sneaking into college classes/getting his college friends to send them their Engineering assignments to study off of.

However, despite being offered scholarships from decent universities, he refused them and opted for the military instead. He was 17 he wanted to join the military (further explained in his in-depth personality post coming up). The family friend housing him and Latte was eager to send him away since he was an abrasive person and often would clash with their children. Latte had tried her best to convince him out of it but he fought her hard on it. So he joined the Marines after turning 18. 

Due to unfortunate events caused by the negligence of his higher-ups and somehow major military oversight made by his team and the group he was with. It cost him his leg, he was sent away to heal from his injuries. He passed all the requirements to be a part of the military again but his team put in a bad message of him because he was tough to get along with. Thus making him unable to return to his military career, until Kick found him tinkering and upgrading stolen drones using pretty impressive robotics, mechanical, and coding/programming knowledge. He was then offered a prelim position to the Ghosts. 

Currently working with Neptune, Livi, and Kick to train under them. But is Kick’s disciple technically. 

Skills: 

Incredible tech ability due to lifelong interest and experience with Robotics, programming/coding, and mechanical skills. 

His mechanical skills can extend past computers and hacking to vehicles. Can probably build a PC in his sleep. Can also fix up a car like no one's business. 

Incredible resourcefulness with limited supplies and ability to find ways to acquire knowledge. Mmm, brain stimulation. 

Big-brained ™, super intelligent, like dude why tf do you know so much? Why do you want to know more? 

Pretty good fighter who can scrap and swing on ppl, his height and muscular build def help. 

Strangely flexible? Can kick high. Enemies might think they are fist-fighting him and suddenly you get a kick version of an uppercut. (an upper kick?)

Picked up Spanish and Morse code. Knows a little sign language

Fun facts:

Cannot speak Chinese past a few words, sucks at the tones, can understand some Mandarin, and maybe count to 10. Opposite of Latte. Whitewashed af

Strong legs, kicks like a horse

Goes silent when angry, dead quiet, just gives a “You done? Okay my turn” look

Tends to say things he may regret when angry^

Hits his head on stuff bc tall

Tried breakdancing for his crush when he was younger, but got rejected bc he sucked ass. 

Probably can play drums, often got scolded by teachers as a child for playing his pen like a percussion instrument in class. 

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Where I Belong Series

Summary: Let’s get small glimpses of Eddie, Salem and Fox’s daily lives. No order required, read it as you wish.

Pairings: Eddie Kingston x Fox (reader), Salem (daughter)

Salem’s 19th birthday present will remind the Kingston’s family once again of how two become one.

Tag: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @aerynscrichton , @daddyhausen , @melissahausen , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @baysexuality , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @moxkindagirl , @im-just-a-mississippi-girl

“Alright, Sae. You’re ready?” You asked with a confident smile.

Your daughter clapped excitedly and braced herself when you turned on the hair clippers.

“Oh she’s gonna do it, she’s gonna do it. Drum roll” Eddie tapped on the bathroom wall like drums as Salem pressed the hair clippers against her forehead.

She slid the blade through her hair and yelled in excitement when her waist-long hair fell on the ground.

This was what your daughter wanted for her 19th birthday: hair clippers so she could shave her head.

“Ouch, it’s pulling on my hair” She winced in pain

“That’s because it’s too long to go with the clippers straight away, Lemmy. I told you it was better to cut it first” You chuckled and retrieved the clippers away from your daughter’s grasp.

Grabbing the hair scissors from the bathroom cabinet, you tied her thick, hazelnut hair in a ponytail before cutting it as close to the root as possible.

Along with doing the one thing she was craving the most for the past 6 months, Salem decided to also help those in need by donating her hair to a charity company that made human hair wigs for women and children who were undergoing cancer treatment or had alopecia.

For many years Salem’s hair was complimented, envied, desired, and a topic of heated discussion between hairdressers whenever she decided to chop off a few inches. No one could understand how someone with such long, thick, shiny, healthy hair was able to even think of cutting it short - let alone shave it off!

But Salem Kingston wouldn’t be Salem Kingston if she didn’t love to cause a commotion. And you wouldn’t be her mother if you weren’t already used to the fact that Salem - much like her father - would always do the exact opposite of what people want her to do.

Truth be told, you didn’t care if your daughter wanted to be bald or have waist-long hair as long as she was happy. And you could proudly say your husband thought the same.

Eddie’s words echoed in your mind “My baby girl will do what my baby girl wants to do and I support her rights as much as I support her wrongs. Just don’t tell her I said that otherwise, she’ll take advantage of me”.

“There we go, now it’ll be easier” You stated, laying her thick ponytail inside the grocery bag Eddie brought to you.

“Thanks, Mom” Salem smiled and continued to shave her head.

You quickly glanced at Eddie, who had tears pooling in his eyes already. A faint chuckle escaped your lips as you kissed his cheek “Hold it together, papa bear. I’ll go grab the Polaroid so we can take some pictures”

Before leaving the bathroom you stared one more time at Eddie and Salem side by side. Now, with half of her head shave, she looked so much like Eddie. The strong, thick eyebrows, the big expressive green eyes, and now the buzzcut. These two made up the two pieces of your heart.

“What’s wrong, Dad? You don’t like it? Do you think I look ugly?” Doubt could be heard in Salem’s voice as she looked at her father’s reflection in the mirror.

“Of course not, chickadee! You look gorgeous, baby! I’m just emotional because you’ve grown so fast and now look at you, you’re a woman now! You’re not my little princess no more, the one that came running after me backstage whenever I walked to the gorilla, crying and asking me to stay with you a bit longer because you didn’t want me to go out in the ring and get a boo-boo. You’re growing up and don’t need your old man anymore”

“Dad” Salem turned off the clippers and turned around so she could look at her father face to face, “I’ll always need you! I don’t know what I'll do without you the day I move out. You’re my dad, the one man I know will never let me down, you’re my teacher, my best friend, my twin” Salem smiled when Eddie chuckled at her last statement. “You’re the only person on earth who truly understands me. Because we’re the same… ‘two hearts beating as one’, wasn’t that what you always told me when I was a kid?”

Eddie nodded and Salem continued “It’ll always be like that, Dad. No one can ever change or replace it, no matter how old I am or where I am, you’re my father and I love you forever”

Eddie pulled Salem towards him in a tight bear hug, not minding the hairs that were already sticking to his shirt. As the tears rolled down his bearded cheeks, he stated “I love you, kiddo. I love you to the moon and back. I love you in this life-“

“And in the next one” Salem completed her father’s sentence for him before she pulled back “So, will you help me shave the back? Because I can’t see shit”

Eddie chuckled before taking the clippers off her hand “Girl, you know I got some mad barber shop skills”. He pressed the blade against Salem’s head and shelved the short hair on the nape of her neck when you suddenly called from the bathroom door:

“Big smile, you guys! Give me big smiles and look at the camera”

Salem hugged her father’s waist tightly as she crossed her eyes and poked her tongue out to the camera. Eddie turned off the clippers and held them in his hand, his arms hugging his daughter equally tight before his cheek came to rest on the top of her - now - bald head with a big smile plastered on his lips.

Later that night, while you waited for the picture to glue on your family album, you grabbed a red pen and wrote on the blank space of the Polaroid:

𝚃𝚠𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 ❤️

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Let’s pretend that for some reason, Curtis and Honey don’t see each other for a few weeks (maybe one of them is traveling or something), and when they do, Honey gets her first look at Curtis’ new look:

🚨 Clit tickler alert! 🚨 Lollll what’s her reaction?!? 😘

I have some THOTS all afternoon thinking about how Curtis would show Honey that mustaches were just as valuable as any other look he sported. Beards are still superiour of course, but mustaches have their own uses...

I have no chill with these two.

18+ As always.

You really thought you had seen all his looks.

The buzzcut and dark-trimmed beard was still your favorite. The one you met him in and you had fallen in love with him. Running your hands over his buzzcut and beard had always been a favorite of yours, it also gave him a classic bad-boy look that you weren't ever able to resist.

When he let his hair grow longer, styled it a bit. Suddenly he looked older, matured and you honestly couldn't get enough of it. It was like it gave him "superpowers" able to make you get on your knees for him constantly. He had no complaints.

He showed up clean-shaven with a buzzcut, giving him a boyish appearance that made you riskier with him. You two making out in the Camaro in the school parking lot one evening when you just couldn't help yourself... You still get a rush at that one since if you had gotten caught, it would have certainly gotten you in trouble.

Then one day he showed up clean-shaven with longer hair, making him again look older and a bit old-fashioned. You loved the look and felt like you two stepped back in time when he tugged you into the middle of the kitchen to slow dance and ask about your day. Your brain screamed "Husband." even though you two weren't nearly there yet.

So you thought you had seen all of it, till he came home from a few weeks of work training to be sporting just the mustache. His cap pulled low, and sporting aviator sunglasses, you paused in the doorway, wide-eyed staring at him in surprise. His bag dropped near his feet and he slipped his sunglasses off, as well as the hat.

Not only was he sporting a mustache, his hair was styled, with shaved sides and kept longer on top. "Hey Honey... You uh- like?" His fingers went through his hair a moment, waiting on you to say something.

"You... Curtis, you look so different!" You stumbled forward, your hands going to his bare cheeks to feel the difference.

"Different good or bad?"

"Just different, I don't know what to think." You couldn't stop touching him, the changes in his features while still being your Curtis, it was almost overwhelming.

"Hmmm..." He hooked a finger on your chin, tilting you up to meet his kiss, which was hungry and demanding. You sunk into the affection after so long without anything physical between you two. You soon forgot to explore his new look and went to wrap your arms around his neck. It wasn't till he grasped the back of your thighs and swung them around his waist did you squeak against his lips. "How about I go show you what this can do?"

You giggled against his mouth, clutching at his shoulders. "It tickles."

"Oh, it does more than that Honey."

******************

Did you like the mustache? No. You loved it.

You fell in love while riding his face, your hips drawing your pussy back and forth against his face while his hands kept pushing you against him harder, helping to guide you messily against him. It had been established a long time ago that he didn't care if he could breathe. You weren't getting off till you came.

His mustache stimulated you, mixing with his ravenous need for filling you with his tongue and moaning about just how good you were, his voice muffled, but you felt each and every demanding lap of his tongue. You cried his name as you came again, your hips bucking and having to grab at the headboard with one hand to keep from falling off his face.

It was like he knew, cause he strong-armed you onto the bed, and hovered between your thighs to continue till you were quivering over stimulated and pushing at his head to make him stop. "Fuck please Curtis... no more."

He ground his hips against the mattress for some relief as he slowed himself. The flat of his tongue filling you becoming gentle kisses to all your sensitive spots, brushing his fingers along your thighs while he traveled up to hover over you, moving a hand to cup your face.

"Breath Pretty Girl." He panted out while you moaned in relief, peeking up at him and taking in his appearance. His carefully cut and styled hair was disheveled from where you had a hold on it while riding, his lips were bright red from use and his mustache was glinting in your arousal. His eyes gleamed hungrily down at you, pupils wide with arousal and slivers of blue shining brightly at you.

Your chest heaved while drawing in air like he wanted you to, trying to catch your breath as you nodded at him. Your hands roamed his chest, unable to not let yourself touch him. "That was..."

His grin widened, flashing pearly white teeth in the dim light and giving him a wolfish look now. Like he was ready to eat you out all over again. "Did I manage to convince you, Honey? Why do you think I got this ridiculous thing."

"I'm convinced, that mustaches are made to be ridden. Just like the beard." You busted out in a giggle, tugging at him to lay against you for a moment while you recovered. "You planning on keeping it?"

"Long enough to let my beard grow back out." He assured you while he started kissing against your collarbone, clearly not finished with you yet. His mustache tickled at the skim against your breasts, especially your nipples that made you squirm a bit against him till he flattened his hand against your throat, his thumb stroking over your pulse but managed to keep you pinned in place while he dragged his tongue across the peak and sucked you sharply into his mouth.

"You ready to continue Pretty Girl? "Cause I'm far from being done worshipping you."

You weren't going to survive him.

[egittae]

Lambert chuckled, rolling his eyes slightly. Fine, perhaps Morion didn’t seem like he was about to pass out…but he did seem like he was going to stumble through all of his steps if he were to try to walk back to his quarters, which to Lambert simply meant that he was too drunk to be left to his own devices. “One does not need to be absolutely blackout drunk to possibly cause problems to themselves, you could still get quite sick.”

But alas, he seemed quite fixated on the idea of sparring right now- inebriated or not. While the idea didn’t ring too well in Lambert’s head, perhaps a good strike on the chin could help clear his mind and sober him up. A spar was a spar, and regardless of who was drunk or not this was meant to be more of a playfight than anything.

He saw himself standing there, on that same spot under that same sky, years ago. Clad in uniform, accompanied by two boys close to his age.

One’s head was crowned with midnight waves, and the other was crested in short, spiky flames fading into a buzzcut. “So, Lambert. What are your hopes for your future?” “What are your dreams?”

Before his eyes, stood only Morion.

“My gauntlets and weapons were left in my bedroom, worry not. If we are to do this then it should be at least fair on both ends, no?” He rolled up his sleeves, revealing pale forearms dressed in battle scars. Big and small, new and old. “If you are truly sure, then very well. Try not to roll over like an armadillo, I would like a challenge.” Seeing Morion’s stance, Lambert assumed it was an invitation for him to throw the first blow.

You’re throwing punches with a drunk man in the dark inside a church, don’t you know how crazy this sounds?

Yes, but it also sounded fun as heck.

His weight shifted on his feet, legs flexing as to quickly allow him to push forward without losing his footing and therefore allowing for a quick pull back in defense in case Morion chose to act quickly. Lambert drew back one arm, fingers packed into a tight fist aiming at the other man’s jaw- though in the split second before his muscles triggered the hook, something went wrong. Positively or negatively he wasn’t sure which, but Lambert felt something in his core change akin to a switch being flipped.

A tight blaze wrapped around his heart, forcing it into a quickstep while sending down a thunderous shiver down his spine, earning a shiver from his body even though it burned- oh how it burned from the inside out. Fire traveled through veins and sinew, feeding on his bones as if they were pieces of wood for fuel. His lungs gasped for air, his brain entered a loop of believing the silent night at the training grounds was in truth a raging battle.

“If push comes to shove, believe in the stars within your blood, child of mine.” “A star?” “Positive. Just like me, your grandfather and the man before him, you too are blessed with the glint of the Goddess’ eye. Her fierce gaze lives through your blood.” “Give yourself up to her, and she shall grant you power to face Death in the eye and laugh at its gaze.”

Perhaps a trick of the mind, perhaps a symptom of what he thought to be a cascade of anxiety, but Lambert saw it. An azure spark in the corner of his eye as something ripped through his body, something that he felt wasn’t him- yet was his, all the same. A rune that flickered against the darkness, though all he could see from his position were its sharp ends resembling-

A star.

The professor blinked away a second that felt like years, and threw his punch. Initially thinking he zoned out and didn’t pack much strength as his movement felt far too sluggish, only to see the result it had on Morion’s face. The punch he thought had been a weak one in reality had managed to force the man off his feet and straight into the ground without even the chance to stumble. “A….Ah…” And his body still felt like it was set ablaze, his Id roaring in fight or flight from a terror and didn’t exist- or well, it did. Inside him.

His mind knew what it was, shimmering with delight as it managed to wrangle something from amidst the fog- though Lambert felt less than thrilled by the reveal.

A crest. A stupid crest. So that’s what it was all along.

Why did he have this?

“Morion…Morion, are you okay? I-…” How powerless one must be, to not only have no grip over his memories but now not even have an ounce of control over his own body? His own blood? Lambert kneeled, feeling his legs becoming jelly even though everything in his being screamed at him to run, to attack, to break and destroy- to act, as if he had ingested a horrible amount of energy drinks in one sitting. And the worst part was that this burn felt familiar. This fire, this induced rush sending his brain into somersaults and his muscles twitching, all of this felt so natural it hurt. Even his heart, that beat at an uncomfortably fast rate, felt perfectly fine with what was happening to it- it was born like this.

It died like this.

“Morion!” Could he even touch Morion like this? He could injure him even further if he wasn’t careful. “I…I cannot approach you like this, so please…tell me you are okay…”

@quartzhearted

*scooby doo laugh* reeheeheeheeheehee

TOA ETHEREAL BALL -- THREAD 1

[soupbabe]

Hi can I order La squadra meeting a male shark mermaid that’s like huge and very intimidating but he’s like really nice when you get to know him?

All I can think about is la squadra having this giant shark man in their bathtub that they would have to eventually buy a kiddie pool for

Have a nice day/night!!

Can We Keep Him? (La Squadra + Male! Mershark! Reader)

The team finds a merman in their bathtub.

Please I love this shsjsn I love doing x creature readers/characters sm,,,also my bad if this is more Pesci and Formaggio centered 😅😅

Loud banging can be heard on the bathroom door, "Pesci! Get your ass out of there, come on!" Prosciutto's voice boomed from the outside, causing the younger man to squeak in surprise. You peered out from the bathtub and merely squeaked back, fluttering your gills in oblivious delight. "I'll- I'll be right out big bro...!" An annoyed groan could be heard followed by Prosciutto's footsteps.

Pesci quickly started pacing back and forth in front of the bathtub, anxiously murmuring to himself, only to be stopped by a splash of water in his direction. He turned his head towards the merman in the base's bathtub. "You need something?" In response you only chirped and pointed to the door, tilting your head in the process. Pesci looked toward the door, "No, you can't leave yet..it's too soon for the others to see you."

It was then a man with a grey buzzcut appeared seemingly out of thin air right behind Pesci, "See what?"

On instinct, Pesci screamed and quickly punched him in the gut. "Oh my god, Formaggio! Ho-how did you get in!?" The said man stayed hunched over laughing, only looking up once your much deeper laughter joined in. "I heard you talkin', got curious, and sneaked in under the door. Who's this guy?" Formaggio carefully stepped towards you and dark, fishy eyes met his own. Pesci gave a nervous laugh, "That's Y/n...I found him at a site on this hit I went on and he wouldn't leave me alone.. He's harmless though don't worry!" Formaggio glanced back at you and smirked, which gave him a sharp tooth smile in return. "I guess Sharkboy is kinda cute. Like a dog." Pesci nodded, "See! I couldn't just leave him by himself!"

As the two men were talking, they failed to notice the sound of Risotto picking the lock on the bathroom door with the rest of the team behind him. The Capo's gruff voice interrupted them, "What's going on here?" Immediately both men tried to block his view of the bathtub, but your dark tail peaked out from the rim. Illuso scoffed, "We aren't stupid, you know. Did you smuggle in a fish?" Prosciutto and Ghiaccio groaned, "All this bullshit for a fish? Really?" Ghiaccio was in the doorway before you quickly jumped up and spit water at him, landing not so gracefully back in the tub, splashing everyone close to you.

Melone and Risotto pushed through Formaggio and Pesci to see you staring back at them. Risotto's stern gaze made you put on a glare of your own and puff your chest out in response. "A merman?" Melone mused, he leaned in closer to examine your features. You mimicked his actions, soon becoming nose to nose with him. Melone's lips quirked into a smile and you followed, making him hum in amusement. Soon enough he pulled away and looked up at his capo. "He's cute, can we let him stay for a while longer?" Ghiaccio wiped off his lenses, his frustration evident in his voice. "Are you fucking kidding me? We can't afford to keep a merman! He already takes up the entire bathroom!" Although you couldn't quite grasp what the blue-haired man was saying, his tone and expressions toward you were enough to make you hiss and spit even more water at him.

"You little shit-! " Ghiaccio was quickly held back by Sorbet and Gelato, who observed the situation with amusement. Nervously, Pesci made eye contact with Risotto. "..But can we? He's actually harmless! I promise! I met him on a mission and he just wouldn't let me go and-" "Fine." The capo continued, "But he's your responsibility. Anything he does will be your problem. All I ask of you is that you get him out of the bathroom." For a moment Pesci paused, taking time for the goth's words to sink in. Formaggio playfully jabbed his teammate, "I'll help too! Give me a minute too, I think I already have something in my room for Sharkboy!"

Just as quick as he left, Formaggio came back dragging a bright blue kiddie pool. "Haha! There it is!" You peered around the men to look at the plastic tub, the bright hues alluring you the most. Formaggio smiled and puffed out his chest, "How ya like it, big guy?" You cooed at the gift and your gills fluttered. Illuso and Melone took a closer inspection of the duct-taped covered pool.

Melone's lips went into a firm line, "While I guess this is okay for now, I won't let him stay in this forever. The dear needs something that doesn't smell like shit." Illuso almost gagged, "Dear God, Formaggio. Do you ever clean this thing?" The man in question only gave a half-hearted shrug, "I just been using this as a place to store my dirty clothes." Prosciutto glared at Formaggio, "You're revolting.."

[fortheloveofwonderland]

Oh! Can you write a Spencer x reader fix based on Dress by Taylor Swift? I feel like it fits it so well, like hiding the relationship from the team/friends to lovers? Love your work!

Thank you darling! ❤️ italics are flashback

Our secret moments in your crowded room

They've got no idea about me and you

There is an indentation in the shape of you

Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo

“She’s going to be ok you know?” you spoke, snapping Spencer out of his thoughts.

He looked up at you, wide eyed and scared. It broke your heart to see him like this.

“She hates me,” he sniffed back tears.

“No she doesn’t.” you took hold of his hand. “She’ll understand, it’s the best place for her.”

You couldn’t comprehend what he must be going through. No eighteen year old should have to make the decision about whether or not his mother should be committed.

“I hope so.” his bottom lip quivered as though he might cry but he managed to keep his tears at bay.

“We’ll go visit her this weekend ok?” you squeezed his hand, shuffling closer to him on his bed.

“I’d like that.” he nodded.

All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation

My hands are shaking from holding back from you (ah, ah, ah)

All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting

My hands are shaking from holding back from all this (ha, ha, ha, ha)

You wanted to kiss him so badly. It really wouldn’t have been hard to, he was right there and his lips looked so inviting.

But he was your best friend and he had never given you an inclination he liked you in that way. He’d never given any inclination of liking anyone in that way.

You pushed your own desires aside, not wanting to ruin the friendship you had built up over the years on a whim.

But god his lips felt as though they were calling to you, just begging to be kissed.

But how long were you supposed to ignore your own needs? Honestly, you didn’t know how much longer you could just push them aside.

Spencer Reid had lips that needed to be kissed. And by you.

Say my name and everything just stops

I don't want you like a best friend

Only bought this dress so you could take it off

Take it off (ha, ha, ha)

Carve your name into my bedpost

'Cause I don't want you like a best friend

Only bought this dress so you could take it off

Take it off (ha, ha, ha, ha)

Two weeks later and his mood had lifted a little. You’d been to visit his mom a couple of times and each time she was getting more used to the sanitarium which allowed Spencer to sleep better and the weight of his decision weighed on him a little less.

Tomorrow you were leaving Vegas for college in New York. Honestly you had thought about not going. Because the thought of leaving Spencer almost broke your heart in two.

“You look nice Y/N.” he smiled a little at you as he spoke.

You felt your cheeks burning as you played with the hem of your new dress.

“Thank you Spencer.” you swallowed.

You wanted to make your move before it was too late. What if you went off to college and he forgot all about you? You wanted him to have a lasting memory of you.

You’d bought a new dress and spent ages on your hair and makeup. Just to hear Spencer say you looked nice was worth it.

But you needed more. You needed him to know how you pined for him for so long.

But the words got lost in your throat somewhere and they never came out.

When he hugged you before you left you felt a piece of your heart break off and entwine with his.

And you’d never fully get it back.

Inescapable, I'm not even gonna try

And if I get burned, at least we were electrified

I'm spilling wine in the bathtub, you kiss my face and we're both drunk

Everyone thinks that they know us, but they know nothing about

The music was loud and the room was crowded. You threw back glasses of wine like they were going out of style.

Your girlfriends laughed at another joke one of them told that you’d missed due to the volume of noise but you laughed anyway.

“It’s your turn Y/N,” one of the girls yelled to be heard over the music.

“I think I’m going to sit this one out.” you shook your head.

“No way!” another said. “It’s my bachelorette party! And you’re the only single one of the lot of us so we’re all going to live vicariously through you.”

You sighed, knowing resistance was futile.

“Fine.” you rolled your eyes. “Who?”

The girls looked around, conferred for a moment and the pointed across the bar.

The man they’d chosen had his back to you. He was tall, skinny and had a mess of brown curls.

“Sweater vest.” one of the girls said. “He’s your target.”

The game was simple. You went up to a stranger of their choosing and without saying a word to them, you had to plant one on them.

You downed the remains of your glass of wine and put the glass down on the bar.

You smoothed down your dress, inhaled a long breath and then headed over.

You heard the girls behind you cheering you even over the music.

This man was about to get the surprise of his life. So were you, you just didn’t know it yet.

His friends noticed you coming just as you reached him but he didn’t have time to turn to see you before you grabbed him by the shoulders and pressed your lips hard against his.

All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation

My hands are shaking from holding back from you (ah, ah, ah)

All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting

My hands are shaking from holding back from all this (ha, ha, ha, ha)

He froze up completely at your kiss which was completely understandable.

His friends stared on in confusion.

When you pulled back you went to speak. You went to explain to him that you were sorry but it was a dumb bachelorette party dare.

But your words got lost when you looked into those eyes.

“Spencer?”

“Y/N?”

“Oh my god.” You didn’t know what to do.

So you ran.

Say my name and everything just stops

I don't want you like a best friend

Only bought this dress so you could take it off

Take it off (ha, ha, ha)

Carve your name into my bedpost

'Cause I don't want you like a best friend

Only bought this dress so you could take it off, take it off (ha, ha, ha, ha)

Only bought this dress so you could take it off, take it off (ha, ha, ha, ha)

Only bought this dress so you could take it off

“Hey you.” you smiled a little awkwardly as you approached him. “Two years is a long time not to visit.”

“Yeah I know, I’m sorry. It does work both ways though. You’ve not been back to Vegas since you left.”

“Ah but I have the excuse of being busy with college.”

“I am working on my third PhD Y/N.” He laughed.

“Fair enough.” You toyed with the hem of your dress. Another new one, just for Spencer’s visit. “I missed you Spence.”

“I missed you too.” He smiled shyly. “You look as beautiful as ever.”

Beautiful. He called you beautiful.

Was this your chance?

“Thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself Mister. Or sorry, is It Doctor now?”

“You can call me whatever you want.” He swallowed and if you weren’t mistaken, he’d moved closer to you.

You moved closer to him too, now so close you could feel his breath on your face.

Year’s worth of longing rushed to the surface. You couldn’t hold back any longer. You needed to kiss him.

Clearly he felt the same as he was edging even closer. His eyes closed. This was it. He was going to kiss you. Finally you were going to know what it was like to kiss Spencer Reid.

And then, he pulled back.

“Uhm…” he scratched the back of his head. “So, are you going to show me around New York?”

Flashback when you met me

Your buzzcut and my hair bleached

Even in my worst times, you could see the best of me

Flashback to my mistakes

My rebounds, my earthquakes

Even in my worst lies, you saw the truth of me

And I woke up just in time

Now I wake up by your side

My one and only, my lifeline

I woke up just in time

Now I wake up by your side

My hands shake, I can't explain this (ha, ha, ha, ha)

You shyly clung to your dad’s side on the lawn of your new house, chewing your lip frantically.

“New neighbors, say hello Spencer.” Mrs Reid motioned her son forward. He had large, thick rimmed glasses that seemed to take up his whole face.

“Hello.” he gave you an awkward wave.

“Hi,” you returned the gesture.

“This is my daughter Y/N.” your dad introduced you.

“I like your dress.” Spencer smiled shyly at you.

You felt yourself blushing and found yourself playing with the hem of your dress.

“Thank you Spencer.”

Say my name and everything just stops

I don't want you like a best friend

Only bought this dress so you could take it off, take it off (ha, ha, ha, ha)

Carve your name into my bedpost

'Cause I don't want you like a best friend

Only bought this dress so you could take it off, take it off (ha, ha, ha, ha)

Spencer found you hiding out the back of the bar, completely mortified. Of all the men in all the bars in the all the world you could have kissed, it happened to be your childhood best friend.

Why was the world so cruel?

“Y/N?”

Hearing your name from his lips made you shudder. It had been a long time since your name had sounded that good.

“Hi,” you chewed your lip. “Look I am so sorry about that. I had no idea that was you and it was a dumb bacherlorette party dare-”

“It’s ok.” he smiled sweetly at you, coming closer to you. “It only took us nearly twenty years but we finally had our first kiss.”

You couldn’t help but laugh.

“It’s really good to see you. What has it been, ten years?”

“Nine years, seven months and two weeks.”

“Wow.” you chuckled. “I forgot about that eidetic memory of yours.”

He was really close now, you had backed yourself up against the wall outside the bar.

“You look as beautiful as ever.” he whispered.

Before you could respond, Spencer pressed his lips to yours.

It was completely different to the kiss you’d just shared in the bar. He took hold of your face and pressed his whole body against yours. His tongue worked its way into your mouth.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and melted into the kiss.

It was all you’d ever wanted. Spencer Reid’s lips on yours.

And it felt better than you ever dreamed it would.

You were both panting when the kiss broke, smiling at each other.

He ran his hands down your sides, taking you all in.

“I really like your dress.” his eyes turned dark. “But I think it would look better when I’m taking it off.”

There is an indentation

In the shape of you

Only bought this dress so you could take it off

[carolmaximoffs]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAIT OMFG i can’t believe so many of the coolest ppl in my life that i know are aquas. ily you’re NINETEEN that’s wild!! you know i love a good roommates or friends w benefits fic gimme gimme gimme 😗💜

a/n: THIS IS SO LATE AGH...here is your long overdue wanda x reader roommates fic, my love! so sorry for the wait, but thank you for your sweet words and your patience <3 @subtlebucky

pairing: wanda maximoff x reader

warnings: none really? maybe a curse. references to drinking, partying. jealous! reader. apologies to anyone named jillian, beck, or yasmine. sharing a bed, but not in THAT way. 

WHEN YOU WAKE UP, you smell coffee already brewing. You stretch leisurely as you pad into the main part of your shared apartment, faux-flirtatious smile already gracing your lips.

“Smells good, baby!” You call. The laughter dissipates from your body as you pause in the kitchen doorway. Wanda is indeed sipping coffee in the kitchen, but is also standing between the legs of a tall, rather buff girl you’ve never seen before who’s perched comfortably on your island. “Oh.”

"Jill, this is my roommate, Y/N," Wanda says, perfectly at ease. You wonder if your eye really does twitch at the sight of Wanda's hand on Jill's thigh, but you pray it's just your imagination.

“Hi, uh, I didn’t - we’re not - hi.” Your face burns as you duck past them, reaching up into the cabinet for your mug before realizing it’s missing. You whirl around, about to ask Wanda, when you see it. And Wanda must realize it the same time you do, because she gives you this tight smile and wide eyes. Jill sips idly from your favorite cup, the one with the funny handle and your initial in rainbow gradient. Pietro, Wanda’s brother, had gifted it to you a few Christmas’s back - you know he’d have stopped Jillian from using it. Instead, you fill the most boring mug you and Wanda own - black, with a white outline of Sokovia in a red heart - and send your roommate a sour look. “I’ll just...”

You jerk your head towards the bedrooms, and stalk off. Maybe out of embarrassment, but mostly out of stubbornness, you pretend not to hear Wanda apologizing and making excuses on your behalf as you leave.

.......

Two weeks later, just when things are returning to normal, it happens again.

Well, more or less. It’s significantly darker out now, and this time you’re putting leftover Chinese food in the fridge when the door bursts open. Wanda all but falls into your apartment, a sharp-nosed girl with a deep violet buzzcut hot on her heels. Space Army Cadet and your best friend are hand in hand, the latter barely tossing you a glance as she drags her guest down the hall. And yeah, you’ve seen Wanda bring people home before - even brought a handful of people home yourself. Hell, one of you two’s closest friends was an ex of hers; oddball physics major, Vis, had been Wanda’s lover for the notable first three years of college.

 Lately, though, you’d noticed this...pit in your stomach, carved a little deeper with each new bedmate. Every time you shook it off - it wasn’t any of your business what Wanda did in her free time. Was it because they were women? You catch yourself wondering, but no - you’d never had an issue with that, why would you start now? Shutting the fridge, you shuffle back to your room, turning your TV up to drown out anything from Wanda’s room next door.

The next morning, the eccentric friend is nowhere to be found, but you did find there was a severe lack of alcohol in your coffee as Wanda cheerily filled you in. Buzzcut’s name was Yasmine, she was in Wanda’s European lit. course, and they’d gone out for drinks to celebrate Yasmine nearing the acquirement of her masters. You stare into your cup and hum at all the appropriate points, choosing not to point out that it was only November and nowhere near graduating season. Maybe Yasmine was on the fast track - Wanda always did like the smart ones. 

You become so absorbed in thought you don’t notice at first that your housemate has stopped chittering away. When you look up, it’s to a pouty frown. You shift in your seat, suddenly uncomfortable. “What?”

“Are you...okay?” Wanda’s frown deepens, brows furrowed as she brushes a stray lock of auburn from her face and folds her arms over her chest. “We...You’ve been a little distant lately, I guess.” 

“I’m fine,” You say breezily, rising to your feet to dump the dregs of your coffee in the sink. Some irritating heartstring twangs at your tone - you hate brushing Wanda off, but what are you supposed to say? Hey, can you stop bringing girls home? I think I’ve caught homophobia. You repress a shudder at the mere thought as you move to sweep past her and get ready for your first class, but a small hand curls around your bicep.

“Just...don’t be a stranger, okay, kedvesem?” Darling. Swallowing the lump in your throat, feeling curiously parched, you can only nod. Wanda lets go, but you can feel her fingerprints burning like a brand even when you’re lying in bed that night.

.....

The holidays go off more or less without a hitch; there’s a very scary hiccup shortly before Christmas when you come home to find Wanda curled into Vision’s side on the couch, the pair of them sharing a blanket. But Wanda looks...as if she’s been crying? Love Actually is playing, Wanda’s go to Christmas comfort movie, and Vision is texting someone called ‘Peter M.’ with an alarming number of heart emojis, so you continue onward. 

Your subconscious must be looking out for you otherwise, because it’s not until New Year’s that you see Wanda with a mystery lover. Actually, you don’t see much of Wanda at all outside of Christmas, and even when you do, it’s always just the two of you at home. Of course, because of this, she insists on dragging you out for a New Year’s party. When her twin, Pietro, gangs up on you via Facetime, you give up arguing and steal a shimmery black slip from Wanda’s closet before flipping them the bird. 

Pietro arrives around 10 to pick the pair of you up, obnoxiously laying on the horn outside of your apartment building. Wanda trips several times as she tries to shove on her other heel and put lipstick on at the same time. Making it out the door is a whole other ordeal - after a short spat about Wanda needing a jacket, an awkward moment when the elevator doors open on some neighbors practicing for midnight, and finding Pietro just about to buzz in to get you, you and Wanda are sliding into the backseat of Pietro’s obnoxiously cramped sports car.

“Ladies, your prince, or princess, awaits!” Pietro announces grandly as you pull up to a shabby loft just a few blocks away. You can hear the music from the street, sighing inwardly as you force yourself to get out of the car. Wanda smooths out her flowy black pants - you keep your eyes trained politely above her shoulders to ignore the fitted, maroon sequined top with the plunging V-neck she’s paired with them. 

“I’m actually meeting someone here,” She says casually to her brother as the three of you make your way in. Pietro waves her off with well-wishes, but throws you a questioning glance. All he gets however is a shrug in reply, this is certainly news to you. He accompanies you to the makeshift bar where you fill a cup with copious amounts of liquor. It usually wasn’t your vice, but the strobe lights alone could be cause to drink. You made a mental note to ask whose idea this party even was in the first place. when you turn around, though, Pietro, too, has slipped off into the crowd.

So you do what one is supposed to do at sweaty, too-loud functions such as this one - push yourself from your comfort zone, get comfortably tipsy while you wedge yourself into the mass of bodies and move with strangers. As mentioned, liquor and strangers have never been favorite pastimes of yours, so once you finish off your second drink (maybe third - you deserved it), you set out searching for Wanda. Her glittery form is tucked into a corner with a small group you don’t recognize, but you definitely note that she’s in the lap of a tall, dark, and handsome type. She spots you before you can get to her, making excited grabby hands as you get closer. 

“Y/N!” The bubbly young woman squeals over the music. She leans forward to be heard better, and you gulp. “This is Beck! And Jade, and Marcie, and you remember Yasmine!” 

You offer only a wave and tight smiles as you, too, lean in further. “I’m gonna get an Uber!”

“What?” Wanda pouts dramatically, Beck snaking an arm around her waist to steady her as she jolts back in disappointment. “It’s not even midnight yet!”

“No, I know, I’m just not really feeling it, I guess!” Yasmine leads over to whisper something to Jade; it’s the furthest thing from your mind as Wanda reaches out to squeeze your hands understandingly. 

“I’ll see you later! Kisses!” You repeat the word weakly before shoving once more through the mass. The sidewalk and cool bite of the outdoors is a welcome respite - your driver doesn’t speak all the way to your apartment, and you give them 5 stars for it. After a cold, quick shower, you curl up in your fuzziest bathrobe with a cup of coffee and flick through Netflix. You know when midnight rolls around when the neighbors upstairs, hosting a party of their own, cheer and shout to each other. It can’t be 20 minutes later that your door is met with a tentative knock.

On the other side is Vision in the most disarray you’ve seen him in - he’s in pajamas, for Pete’s sake, hair and glasses askew over a chunky knit sweater. He’s supporting an equally-bleary but much more drunk Wanda, and passes her to you with a wrinkled nose.

“Y/N!” She crows, dissolving into giggles as you shushed her. “I wondered where you went.” 

“I told you I was coming home, bubs,” You mutter, hugging her back briefly before you notice Vision is still standing in your entryway. “Hey, how about you go get changed, and then I’ll make you some eggs?”

Wanda agrees, talking animatedly even as she walks away. You look back at Vision, smiling wearily. “Thanks for bringing her home safe, Vis. Did you want a cup of coffee, or...?”

“No, thank you,” Vision quips, polite as ever as he tugs his sweater down over his hands. He jerks his dimpled chin the direction Wanda had disappeared in. “Take care of her, please.”

“Of course,” You reply, instantly, brows furrowing. He nods briskly before turning to leave. “Thank you again.”

“Of course. Goodnight.” He’s almost to the elevators when you call a ‘Happy New Year’ after him, and that earns you a smile. “Happy New Year to you as well, Y/N.”

Back inside, you find Wanda spread eagle on her bed in mismatched socks, an old college hoodie, and the same underwear you’re pretty sure she wore to go out tonight. You poke her heel and she makes a frankly unhuman gurgle into the duvet. “How much did you have?”

“Nah a lah,” Is her muffled reply. “We’on dwink anymo’.” 

You realize she’s right, though you figured she was at least taking some of those dates to bars. Maybe not, though - Wanda was always a romantic. You push the mere though away and tug at the arm closest to you. “Yeah, I know. You’ll feel better if you eat something, though.” 

Her protesting grunts are less effective than when she kicks out blindly, narrowly avoiding your hip, and you huff. “Fine, I’ll bring the food to you.”  You make to leave, but she’s captured your wrist now. Wanda turns her head to make powerful puppy eyes at you. “Stay. Sleepy.” 

“I...yeah. Okay.” You were still a little tipsy in your own right - neither of you were college kids anymore, after all. Wanda’s smile was blinding as the pair of you made your way under her numerous layers of blankets. When she turned the lamp off, you wondered if she could hear your heart thundering in the dark.

“Y/N?” She whispers, just when you think she’s fallen asleep. 

“Yes, Wanda?” 

“I love you.”

You hum in acknowledgment, brushing it off as dreaming.

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Midday, you’re roused by someone laying across your stomach and shaking you awake. It’s Wanda, long lashes fluttering prettily as she rests her chin on folded elbows. You scrub sleep from your eyes as you croak, “Morning, sunshine.”

“Morning, Y/N.” She says your name with purpose - sort of always has, you realize. You’re running over last night in your head, and like a mind reader, Wanda answers your every question. “Hey.”

“Yeah?”

“Still love you.” Wanda murmurs. You meet her gaze - completely clear, if not a little glazed over with absolute adoration. She pushes up a little, lips hovering over yours. They brush just barely when you speak, sparking like live wires. 

“I love you, too,” You breathe, and finally, finally, she kisses you. 

Things make so, so much more sense then.

[idiotashton]

BLUEBERRY PANCAKES

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, fingering, choking, cum play, maybe breeding kink if you squint, a few ass slaps, I think that’s it???

Word Count: 5.6k

A/N: It’s been a while. I’ve had this lil drabble half started in my notes for a while. It’s supposed to be ‘soft morning sex with cal’ but it kinda got out of hand as I was writing it. Probably a lot of commas, no capital letters and a few misspelled words. Hope y’all like it. Feedback is appreciated, even encouraged. Fingers cross it doesn’t suck!

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it’s quiet as you wake. you hear nothing besides the soft ruffling of the sheets as you roll over onto your back, cal’s arm heavy over your waist. knuckling the sleep away from your eyes, you blink up at the early morning light splayed across the ceiling. it’s early, even for you — six or seven in the morning if you had to guess.

you’re about to roll over and fall back asleep when you glance over at calum on your right. his body is turned towards you, one arm under his pillow and the other is still slung haphazardly over your waist. his face looks soft, relaxed, calm, all the things his life probably hasn’t been the past five months.

the band had just finished the north american leg of their tour and they had a couple weeks to rest up before heading to australia for six shows and an extra week to catch up with their families. you’re sure between radio interviews, meet and greets, sound checks, shows, and any after show drinks, he probably hasn’t been getting as much sleep as he needs.

at the mention of the australia trip, your stomach flips. not only will it be your first time to australia, it’ll be the first time meeting cal’s family in person and you couldn’t be more nervous. you’ve briefly chatted to them on facetime and you occasionally exchange instagram dm’s with his sister, but being there, with them, for a whole week, is an entirely different thing. cal’s whole heart is his family and you don’t want to mess up. or worse — they shun you, say you’re not good enough for calum, say he could do better than you, say all the things you constantly think about yourself.

you shake your head slightly, trying to shake that train of thought away, before closing your eyes and inhaling deeply through your nose and then slowly out your mouth, letting the newfound tension roll of your shoulders. as you go to inhale a second time, cal’s arm tightens around your midriff. your eyes open as you turn your head to face him, eyebrows raised. you can tell he’s still asleep, but his brow is furrowed and his lips are pulled down slightly at the corners.

his grip suddenly tightens on your hip and a small whine works its way out of his throat as he attempts to pull you closer to him. your worry is easily forgotten as you bite your lip to try to stop your giggles as he sleepily tries to tug you closer to him. when that doesn’t seem to work for him, he’s sliding himself across the bed until his nose is stuck in the crook of your neck and his one leg is casually tossed over both of your own.

he’ll probably wake up soon; he always seems to wrap himself around you right before he gets up. you manage to pull your right arm out from between the both of your bodies and wrap it around his back, letting your fingers trace lines up and down his bare shoulders. leaning your cheek against the top of his head, you relax into his warm grip.

you stare at the ceiling and watch as the shadows of the trees outside sway in the morning breeze across the white paint. you close your eyes as your hands rub soft circles into the space between cal’s shoulder blades, enjoying the way he pushes his face further into your neck.

it’s rare for you two to spend a quiet morning like this together. usually, someone has work or a meeting or a writing session or brunch with a friend and you’re both quick to get up and start the day. it’s a nice change of pace to just lay in bed with each other; to sleep in, or eat breakfast in bed, maybe talk about everything and nothing at all, watch the sun paint your walls, take your time joining the world.

your stomach growls and it fills the quiet of your bedroom. glancing over to the clock on your bedside table, you see it’s almost eight. you should really start breakfast. looking down at calum, then to his arm and leg draped over your body, you know you won’t be able to get up without waking him. you pick your hand up off his back to drag your fingers over his buzzcut, letting your nails scrape his scalp gently.

“cal? baby? time to get up,” you whisper, your voice, drenched in sleep, cracks. he doesn’t move, just snores softly into your neck. you clear your throat and try again.

“cal? come on, sunshine. gotta get up,” you repeat, wiggling your body in his arms, like you’re trying to get out of bed. that must do the trick because his arm and leg tighten around you, pulling you tightly against him, as he groans into your neck.

“noooooo,” he whines, “it’s my week off. we’re supposed to sleep until noon. it’s in the rule book.” you start chuckling and he smiles against your collarbone when he feels the laughter shaking your shoulders.

“okay, fair enough, but what does the rule book say about exceptions? like maybe... blueberry pancake exceptions?” you counter, leaning your neck back to look down at his face. cracking his eyes open, he squints up at you before pushing up to his elbow, his eyes level with yours.

his sleepy eyes dart all over your face, his smile pushing his cheeks up, up, up into his eyes causing those crinkles you love so much. so much you can’t help but reach up and let your fingers run over the corners of his eyes. his head tilts into your left hand and you end up cupping his cheek, running your thumb gently over his cheekbone.

his eyes flutter close and he lets a breath out through his nose, letting his head truly fall into your palm. god, you love this man, you think as you watch his face closely. he walked into your life and brighten it up, made you feel loved and cherished and happy. you can’t help, but smile at the adventure the two have started together.

before you can even think about it, you’re leaning forward to press your lips against his. he reciprocates immediately, his neck straightening, his hand coming up to wrap around the back of your neck. you slide the hand still cupping his cheek to grip the nape of his neck, pulling him in deeper, letting your finger nails dig crescents into the base of his skull. you feel the shiver rake his body.

he groans into your lips and his hand slides down to your waist, pulling your torso into his. you wrap your free arm around his shoulders, smiling against his lips. he pulls away, allowing you both to suck in a breath, and leans his forehead against yours. his brown eyes meet yours and they’re the color of fresh coffee.

he presses his lips to your nose, then your cheek, then the corner of your mouth, until he’s nosing at your jaw. you breathe out a laugh as you tilt your head back, allowing him to press and nip at the column of your throat. it’s not long before he’s wrapping his lips around the spot where your neck meets your shoulder, sucking a hickey into the juncture there.

you bite your lip, moaning his name into the silence of the room. he smirks against your skin before pulling away, tilting his head to admire his handiwork. his eyes flick up to meet yours and you feel your cheeks heat up at the dark look behind them.

he maintains eye contact as his grip tightens around your waist as he flips onto his back and he moves both of you backwards so his body is leaning against the headboard. you adjust your own to legs to straddle his hips, draping both arms around his shoulders.

his hands move softly from your waist to your thighs, letting his fingers run over your skin before gripping your hips under the t-shirt you’re wearing. instinctively, your thighs tighten around his hips and you have to stop yourself from rocking your hips into him. he must feel it cause he chuckles, digging the tips of his nails into your hips.

“what di’ya want, baby?” he asks, his voice rough with something other than sleep now. the tone of his voice makes your back straighten up, pushing your core against in his, as goosebumps erupt over your arms.

you pull your arms away from his shoulders, smirking when a crease forms in his brow, and you lift your shirt over your head. cal’s eyes are quick to drop to your bare chest, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. his calloused hands drag back up, over your sides, until his thumbs are laying right under your breasts. “so pretty for me, baby...” he exhales in a low voice, as his eyes bounce over your chest.

you feel your stomach flip at the praise as he slides his hands up to cup the underside of your breasts. he leans forward to wrap his lips around your left nipple, then his teeth, biting it. he keeps his teeth lightly locked around your nipple as he pulls back, letting your nipple stretch, pulling at the sensitive skin of your breast. your head falls back and you moan into the room, “fuckin’ hell, cal....”

he lets his fingers pull and pinch and twist at your right nipple, and you’re groaning at the feeling, arching your back into him. your eyes come back to focus on him just as he looks up at you from under his lashes and you can’t help it when your hips grind against his lap. he lets go of your left nipple suddenly and your breast tingles as it falls back against your chest.

he’s quick to move to your right breast, his lips locking around the hard bud. you cradle his face against your chest, as you rock steadily against his growing erection underneath you. he lets his lips fall away before replacing them with his teeth, gentle as he pulls on your nipple. the sharp pain of his teeth swiftly morphs into pleasure as it radiates down to your pussy. his teeth bite down a little harder and you gasp, “god, cal....”, and you dig your nails into his neck.

smirking around your nipple, he looks up at you as you bite your lip, meeting his gaze. his teeth let go of your nipple and he slides his hands up your back, pulling you close to him, his chin resting on your sternum as he looks up at you.

running your hands over his hair, you keep your hips grinding a slow, steady pace against him. his hands slide down your spine until he’s gripping your ass, helping you rock against him. it’s one of those moments where, you swear, you can feel electricity crackle in the air.

cal leans his head up, pressing his lips against your jaw in a sloppy kiss. “you gonna ride me ‘til i cum, angel?” his says roughly against your skin. you don’t trust your own voice so you just nod. you run a hand down cal’s chest, following the trail of hair that leads into his boxer briefs, sliding your hand under the elastic.

you wrap your fingers around his length, letting your thumb run over the wetness at the top. his eyes close as he drops his head against the headboard with a groan. “please, honey, no teasing me...” his voice is a whine. a part of you, the sadistic part, almost wants to try and see if he’d let you edge him. what you wouldn’t give to see the veins in his neck pop, his cheeks bloom red, his cock jump at every little brush of your fingers. god, and the sounds he would make.... but you’re too turned on right now to postpone your own orgasm.

you pull your hand out of his briefs, pausing to stick your thumb into your mouth, moaning softly at the taste of him. reaching down, you pull at the hem of his underwear. he lifts his hips as you slide them down to his thighs, his cock bobbing up towards his stomach. cal’s hand wraps around his erection before you can and he gives it a few gentle tugs.

the sight alone causes your pussy to clench around nothing. keeping your eyes on cal’s hand pulling on his dick, you slide your own hand in between your thighs. taking two fingers, you rub slow circles over your clit. you have to stop your head from lolling back at the welcomed pressure, wanting to keep your eyes on cal.

you’re so enthralled at watching cal, you don’t notice his free hand reach out towards your pussy until just before he’s about to touch you. his hand reaches past yours, only to run a single digit through your wetness. he brings his hand up to his face, sucking his finger into his mouth.

he closes his eyes, groaning, and your jaw drops a little at the sight. his cheeks hollow out as he sucks harder on his finger before releasing his finger with a pop. “truly delectable, baby,” he whispers as he reaches out again, this time with two fingers. he rubs them back and forth a few times before sucking them back into his mouth.

your fingers are moving faster on your clit and you cannot keep your eyes off cal. you’re so close, so fucking close. cal’s eyes meet yours as his mouth drops open and you’re able to see his tongue wrapped around his fingers. you moan as your body tenses up and you can feel the inevitable orgasm building up low in your stomach.

“calum...” you say, almost as a warning. he just gives you a slight nod, his eyes on your hand between your legs. he reaches out and pinches each nipple, pulling them taut. the added sensation causes your head to fall back, a string of curses leaving your lips.

“so close, luv. cum for me,” he says, pulling tighter on your nipples. it feels like your entire body almost caves into itself before finally, as your fingers fly over your clit faster, faster, faster, everything explodes. your hips grind against your hand as you work yourself through your orgasm. you can vaguely hear cal whispering what a good girl you are as you moan incoherent noises.

as the tingling starts to subside, your hips slow to a stop, and the ringing in your ears dull, you feel cal grab the hand still on your clit. your eyes fly open as you realize what he’s about to do. his eyes are already on yours as he brings your fingers, shiny with your release, to his mouth and wraps his pink lips around them. your hips give an involuntary jump as you feel his tongue slide over, around, and in between your fingers.

his eyes slide shut and his head tilts back slightly as he moans around your fingers. the vibrations go straight to your pussy and you have to bite your lip to hold back a whine. then you feel his teeth drag up the pads of your fingers and you breathe out his name. pulling your fingers out of his mouth, his eyes open and his pupils are blown wide.

his cheeks are a bright pink and his chest rises and falls quickly. you take the same hand he had in his mouth up to your own mouth and gather the spit in your mouth. you deposit it into your palm before reaching down for his cock. wrapping your wet fingers around his erection, you slide up and down and over they tip to lubricate his dick.

you watch him as he watches your hand, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. sitting up onto your knees, you shuffle upwards, until his dick is lined up with your pussy. you slide his tip through your slit once, twice, before lining it up with your hole.

his hands slide up to your hips, holding you steady, and your free hand is gripping his shoulder. both of you make brief eye contact, a silent consent between the two of you, before you start to lower your body onto him.

he enters into your warmth slowly, but easily. his nails dig into your hips and you know he’s stopping himself from thrusting up into you. cal’s eyes are focused on his length disappearing inside of you and you can’t help, but glance down yourself. you moan at the sight.

finally, your body is flush with cal’s and he’s sheathed inside of you. you sigh as his hands slide up and down your sides. wrapping both arms around his shoulders, you pull him close and press your lips to his. he reciprocates eagerly, opening his mouth to you, his tongue brushing against your own.

as you both kiss, you start to slowly rock your hips. cal pulls away from your lips, sucking in a breath. he brings his hands up to cup your face, running his thumb over your kiss swollen lips. “you gonna take care of me, baby?” he asks, voice rough and heady.

you give him a small smile, brushing your fingers over his hair. “always,” you whisper before pushing gently on his shoulders so his weight is against the headboard. putting your hands on either side of his head and using the headboard as leverage, you lift your hips. cal’s cock slides out of you so deliciously before you push back down on him.

he groans out a curse into the quiet room and you feel a shiver up your spine at the feeling of him bottoming out inside of you. you’d really love to take it slow, but you know how close cal already is, so you bring your hips up and down again quickly, setting a quick pace.

cal’s hands grip your ass, helping pushing you back down on him. you glance up at his face and his focus is on his dick disappearing inside of you. you hear the sound of his palm connecting with your ass cheek before you register he’d even spanked you. your spine straightens automatically as you moan out his name. “such a good girl for me....” he mutters, mostly to himself before bringing his other hand down on your other cheek.

a gasp pushes past your lips and you clench your cunt around him. his hands wind up your body until he’s pinching each hard nipple between rough fingers, rolling and squeezing them. the feeling goes straight to your cunt and you can feel that familiar tightness already. leaning forward onto your knees, you move your hips faster, wanting cal to be there with you.

“are you close?” you ask breathily, your eyes on his. he doesn’t answer. instead he brings one hand to grip your ass, helping your rhythm, and the other finds your clit. he drags his thumb back and forth over the small nub as you pound onto his cock. you meet his eyes and he’s already staring at you, cheeks a vibrant red and his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

you bring your hand up, gripping the side of his face. he wraps an arm around your waist and then his hips are pushing up into you, meeting you thrust for thrust and it’s staggering. “fuck, fuck, oh my, god..... calum...” your voice is a continuous whine, begging for release. his grip on your waist tightens and he takes over the rhythm.

he holds you above him, ramming his cock up into you. the blood in your ears is too loud and your only thought is the building of pressure in between your thighs. taking your hand off the headboard, you drag it up cal’s back, your nails catching on his skin. you hear him hiss before he’s pressing a kiss to the underside of your jaw.

“come on, honey, cum for me,” he whispers into your skin and you feel your blood run hot. you’re so close, so close. you just need that one thing, just a little more, but you’re unable to get words out, so you just whine, brows furrowed. cal must understand your silent plea and he takes his hand off your clit and, instead, wraps it around your throat.

you groan and tilt your head back, baring more of your throat to cal. cal slams up into you harder, faster, and it only takes a few more thrusts before your body is a firework shooting into the sky, up, up, up, before boom. everything explodes into sensation and tingling and the air rushes out of your lungs in a moan. your nails dig into the skin at the top of cal’s shoulder blades and you reach down to run two fingers over your own clit, trying to draw out the orgasm.

cal’s hand drops from your neck to your waist, gripping it tightly, as his hips get faster and more careless and then he’s thrusting up once, twice, before pushing home and you can feel the warmth of his release inside of you. he almost growls out your name through gritted teeth as he feels you clench around him, the aftershocks of your orgasm still shaking your walls. he pulls out of you only slightly before pushing back in, groaning at the tightness of your cunt.

you take in deep breaths as you wrap your arms around cal’s shoulders, nuzzling your face into his neck. his hands on your waist pull you flush against his lap, and you grind down a little, clenching your pussy around him. “you always feel so damn good, my god...” he exhales next to your ear as his hands slide up your back, running his fingers lightly over the skin at the top of your spine.

you chuckle, sitting back until you can see his face. “i think it might be a team effort on this one,” you say, your voice rough. he shakes his head. “no, no. it’s definitely you,” he says, staring down at where your both still connected.

“it’s like hot silk, soft and warm at the same time. and i just fit so damn well into you... it’s perfect...” he says, emphasizing the word ‘perfect’ with a gentle thrust up into you. you bite back a moan. he lets go of your waist and pushes gently on your shoulders. “lean back a lil for me, baby. please...” he says, his voice dripping in heat.

you don’t even question him as you lean back onto your palms. he has a hand on your lower back as he slowly pulls his softening cock out of you. it’s gleaming with a mixture of both of your releases. he’s enamored at the sight of you two connected together as he slides back into you. he groans at the sight and you feel a rush of wetness in your pussy at the thought of cal being turned on by this.

he pushes in and out of you a few more times before pulling his cock out of you completely. you feel yourself frown a little at the lack of fullness. subconsciously you clench your pussy a little and some of his release comes dripping out of you. he bites his lip and groans at the sight as he reaches out to shove it back into you with his fingers.

your hips press up into his hand as he does it, loving the feeling of him playing with you. he makes eye contact with you and he gives you a small smirk. “feel good, baby? my fingers inside of ya? my cum inside of ya?” he asks, pushing his fingers deep and curling against that spongy spot inside of you.

you bite your lip and nod, looking at him from under your lashes. he moves his fingers over that spot inside of you a little quicker and then his thumb is on your clit and your hips start moving against him, searching for your third release. you’re already so sensitive from your first two orgasms, it won’t take much.

your jaw drops a little as your body tightens for the third time this morning. cal’s fingers move over that spot inside of you quicker and quicker before your orgasm rushes you and you moan out his name, falling back onto your elbows. your hips grind down into his hand as he works your through your high. as your hips slow, so do his fingers.

he pushes his fingers in and out of you slowly before pulling them all the way out of you. they’re shiny with release and you’re reaching for his wrist at the same time he pushes his wet fingers in your direction. gripping his wrist, you pull his index and middle finger into your mouth, closing your eyes with a satisfied hum.

sucking the combined taste of both you off his fingers, his fingers scissoring inside your mouth, slipping around your tongue. after a moment, you pull them out of your mouth with a pop and open your eyes to find cal staring at you, eyes soft.

“you were made just for me, weren’t cha?” he says, voice low. you give him a small smile, biting your lip and nodding as you lean up towards him and press your lips against his. his hands slide up your back, one of his hand anchoring in your hair, and your hands drape around his shoulders.

he pulls you flush against his torso, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip. then he’s smirking against your mouth, tightening his grip around you, before flipping you onto the opposite side of the bed. laughter bursts out of your mouth as he noses his face into your neck. his fingers dance along your ribs and, now, you’re struggling to breath for another reason.

“calum! calum thom — thomas hood! oh my, god! please, ple—“ you manage to gasp out in between bouts of laughter. you’re pushing at his shoulders while also trying to wiggle out of his grasp. cal’s hand slow down, his touch turns from ticklish to gentle. his torso is lying between your legs and his chin is resting on your stomach. he has a huge grin on his face as his hands stroke at the curve of your waist.

you really wanted to be mad at him. the last time he tried to tickle you, he took an elbow to the face and you felt terrible for days. he should know better, but that face that’s looking up at you is so sickly sweet, so adorable, you can’t help, but smile back at him. you reach down, running a hand over his hair, enjoying the feel of the short bristles against your palm.

“that was a dangerous move. you remember the last time you tickled me, i gave you a black eye.” you remark, remembering it vividly. calum scoffs and shrugs, “it wasn’t that bad. it was just a little bruise. if anything, i got to look like a bad ass for like four days, so that’s basically a win.”

you bark out a laugh, “a little bruise? your eye swelled up! you could barely see out of it that first day.” he dismisses the notion with a wave of his hand before pointing a finger at you. “bad. ass.” he insisted. you giggle and roll your eyes, “okay, okay. whatever. it was your eye.”

the space around the two of you quiets. the room is brighter than when you both woke up and you can hear birds chirping outside, a lawn mower somewhere in the distant. the tranquility calms you and you close your eyes, relaxing into the sheets.

it’s a while before you crack open your eyes, peering down at cal. his head, facing up towards you, is laying on your stomach. his eyes are close, his breaths soft, his back covered in sunlight from the window. he’s gorgeous. how lucky you are to love a man like him. you reach down, running your fingers over the rays of light blanketing his back.

his eyes flutter open, blinking up at you. he studies your face before giving you a small grin. “i love you, too, baby,” he murmured, pressing his lips to your hip. your face screws up in confusion, “i didn’t say anything...”

“i know, but i saw it in your eyes,” he spoke softly, “your eyes are always telling me what you’re feeling.” heat rushes to your cheeks, suddenly flustered with him being able to read you so well. but of course he can. no one knows you like this man knows you.

the quietness is broken by a growl of your stomach. there’s a beat before you two break out in laughter together. “we forgot about breakfast,” you giggled, sitting up onto your elbows. he smirks up at you, “we? we didn’t forget anything. you distracted me.” your jaw drops and you shove his shoulder playfully.

“shut up! you love it when i distract you,” you tease, running a hand over one of your breasts, looking up at him from under your lashes. his eyes glance down for only a second before he’s pushing up and off your body. he stands at the foot of the bed, stretching his arms above his head. you hear his back give a faint pop.

“nice try, but nothing, not even you, could distract me from the blueberry pancakes you promised me,” he states, clapping his hands and rubbing them together excitedly. you chuckle and roll your eyes. “didn’t i just distract you from blueberry pancakes not even half an hour ago?”

he shrugs, “that’s different. i was horny for ya. now i’m horny for pancakes.” he reaches a hand out to you and you take it as he helps you off the bed. standing in front of him, you look up at him, nodding in understanding. “oooooh, right, right. so if i asked you to fuck me in the shower, you’d say no ‘cause pancakes?”

he furrows his brows as you pass him, bringing a hand down on his ass. he jumps slightly, turning to look at you as you walk backwards to the bathroom. “well, i mean... obviou—“ he mumbles, taking a couple steps towards you.

you hold a hand up and he stops. “no, no, please. i wouldn’t want to get in between you and your breakfast. how about this? i’m gonna take a nice, long, hot shower and you can go make your pancakes?” you retort, trying to hold back your grin. his face is doused in confusion as you close the door.

chuckling softly under your breath, you walk to the shower and turn on the water, letting it heat up. it only takes a minute before it warm enough for you, so you step inside, sliding the door shut behind you. stepping under the spray, you turn to get your hair wet when you hear the bathroom door fly open.

your hand flies to your mouth to cover your snort of laughter. you hear cal cross the bathroom and slide open the shower door. he doesn’t hesitate as he steps into the shower, closing the door behind him. he turns to look at you and his face is almost angry as you blink up at him. “did you need help finding the flour?” you ask, trying to keep a straight face.

he stares at you for a moment before bending down and wrapping his arm right under your ass and lifting you up into his arms. you squeal out his name, your arms flying around his shoulders, as he pushes your back up against the wall of the shower. the tiles are cold against your back and it causes you to shudder.

your eyes are wide as you look up at calum’s face, his expression blank. for a short moment, you think he’s actually upset. your mouth opens to apologize, to tell him you were joking, when you see the corner of his mouth twitch before his mouth curves into a smile. your shoulders relax and you laugh softly.

“you know i love you more than pancakes, right?” he asks, softly, almost worried. dragging your nails through the hair at the base of his skull, you lean forward, pressing soft kisses to cal’s face. his eyes close and he leans his body into yours.

you press a kiss to his forehead before leaning your own forehead against his. “of course i do, cal,” you sigh against his skin. there’s a spilt second where you weren’t gonna say it, but you can’t help it as your mouth opens. “just like you know i love you more than getting fucked in the shower,” you’re able to get out through giggles and he pulls back, mouth agape, before laughing with you.

“you lil shit,” he says, voice dripping in love. you tilt your head back, laughing louder, the sound echoing against the tiles. he chuckles as he presses his lips against yours, quieting your laughter. he slips his tongue in between your lips, massaging your tongue with his before pulling away slightly.

“how about this? i fuck you in the shower and then you make me blueberry pancakes and we still love each other the mostest, okay? deal?” he asked, and you couldn’t help, but giggle a little at how serious his face was. you beam at him before giving him a curt nod, “you got yourself a deal, mr. hood.” and then he’s kissing you.

[knoxyourself]

I went for it

Pairing: Wolfstar (Remus Lupin/Sirius Balck)

Words: 2,7k

Warnings: none I think

(english is not my first language so it's not perfect)

The ‘Gryffindor Pride’ party was incredibly loud, as everyone probably expected. They just won the Quidditch Cup third year in a row, it was a good reason for a party. But then again, one could always find a great reason to party with Gryffindors.

Muggle booze, brought by Mary, and Firewhiskey were flowing like waterfalls, which meant that everyone was having a great time. If not, they were few drinks away from it and soon enough it’d be just fine.

It was probably the last party of the year, right before the exams, so in all honesty everyone wanted to loosen up a little.

That’s why two sixth years were handing out bottles of butterbeer to everyone, who passed their ‘station’ at the table. Sirius and James were never ones to give up some fun, although Sirius had decided to stay sober that night. It didn’t stop him from getting James, who was currently laughing at something with Marlene, incredibly pissed.

Remus silently watched their interaction from the other sofa. He was slightly tipsy himself, but not to the point where he’d have a hangover the next morning. He watched James acting like a goofball in front of Lily – that’s when Remus heard the laugh.

His eyes involuntarily fixated on Sirius’s profile. The black-haired boy looked like he was glowing. His silvery eyes were shimmering with joy, bright smile plastered on his incredibly alluring lips. He realized, that he wanted to know what the boy tasted like, he wanted to examine every single part of Sirius’s body with his fingertips, he wanted Sirius, and he wanted Sirius to acknowledge that fact. Merlin, Remus was definitely feeling the impact of alcohol he consumed. Remus knew that he had a silly crush on the dark-haired boy, he fancied Sirius Black and he was somewhat okay with that, he just hadn’t realized, that his desire was that intense. Sirius was his best friend for fucks sake, he wasn’t keen on ruining it. Feeling a bit overwhelmed, Remus slouched in his place, eyes still eagerly absorbing Sirius’s features. He only shifted his gaze when Lily plumped next to him on the couch.

“You look like you’re having fun,” she said, sarcasm present in her voice. “What’s up?”

“I am having fun.” He retorted rolling his eyes. “I think I’m drunk tho.”

Lily laughed loudly, shaking her head with amusement. She definitely drank more than the light-haired boy.

“Drunk?” she mused. “You’ve had like, what, two butterbeers?”

“I don’t do good with alcohol.”

“That’s bullshit and we both know it.” Lily had a pretty good idea why Remus’s mood suddenly changed. She wasn’t stupid, she could see the longing eyes, hidden smiles, Remus’s blushing whenever Sirius came way too close. They were both more obvious than they thought. “Okay, you don’t have to tell me what’s, or rather who’s, on your mind. I think I already know enough.”

“What d’you mean?” Remus felt his ears heating up.

“Nothing,” she smiled sympathetically, patting his back. “But I think you should talk to him. I have a feeling that you won’t regret it.”

With that said, she was gone, jumping back on to the dance floor.

The moment when Remus’s eyes shifted back to Sirius, Queen’s Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy started playing on full volume. It was Lily’s doing, but Remus would never know that part of the story. He let the girls words sink in to his brain. He knew that he’d have to talk to Sirius at some point, but until that, he’d rather avoid the topic.

When he heard the first notes of the song, Sirius felt a pair of eyes staring at him. He didn’t turn around immediately. Sirius noticed Remus’s gaze earlier and he hoped that it was also the light-haired boy this time. It was a weird feeling, being watched by Remus. It always made Sirius’s stomach twist and he felt like he was drowning. But it was a good kind of drowning, he was drowning in his own feelings. The positive ones. Finally, he gave in and locked eyes with his best friend.

Remus’s eyes were smooth, warm. Almost soothing. When Sirius stared into them, he felt like he was home.

They were gazing into each other’s eyes for quite some time. Sirius needed more. He knew that Remus didn’t feel the same, but to wish was not a crime, right? He shook his head and tapped James’s shoulder.

“Prongs, I’m gonna go to Remus, you’ll be okay?” he asked the boy.

James wasn’t anywhere near sober, quite the opposite actually. He was currently arguing with equally pissed Marlene and Mary over the latter’s sexual experiences. He turned to face Sirius when he felt the tap.

“Wha-? Oh, Re-mus, sure.” James slured, sly grin forming on his lips. “Go get ‘em tiger!” He threw fist in the air while both girls laughed their asses off.

Sirius rolled his eyes in amusement, he’s never seen James this drunk.

“Don’t let him touch any more firewhiskey Marls.” Sirius looked pleadingly at the blonde.

“You are notme mother, Black.” James stumbled trying to stand up, and fell face first on the table. That of course caused another fit of laughter from the girls and a pained groan from James.

While Sirius tried to get rid of his drunk company, Remus found himself talking to a sixth year Ravenclaw. Justin Haywood sat next to him on the couch and offered him Remus’s third butterbeer.

Justin was slightly shorter than Sirius but equally good looking. He had a define jawline, deep emerald eyes that were now glossy from all the alcohol, and a blond buzzcut. He, unlike Sirius, played Quidditch so his shoulders were much broader. It suited him well.

Remus knew Justin from his Advanced Charms study group, they got along quite well. With Justin everything was easy, there wasn’t any distracting emotions, he could just talk to him and admire his physical appearance, not like with Sirius. Sirius was complicated, Remus never really knew what the dark-haired boy thought about him.

“I don’t think I understood our last assignment correctly.” Justin sighed relying slightly on Remus’s shoulder. They were going through last Charms lesson, really interesting topic to dig into during a party. “There’s shit-load of theory.”

Justin apparently was much more full-mouthed after couple of drinks. Not that Remus minded, he wasn’t a saint himself.

“I’m sure you got it just fine,” the light-haired boy laughed gingerly. “But I can help you if you’re really that worried.”

At that point Sirius finally left James with the girls. He searched the room for Remus and that’s when he saw it. Justin’s arm around Remus’s shoulders, the Ravenclaw boy leaning slightly on Remus. He came closer so he could listen on their conversation.

“So,” Haywood started with a pleased smile. “Hogsmeade this weekend?”

Unfortunately, form his place Sirius couldn’t see Remus’s face, only his back, which tensed slightly after Justin’s question.

“Oh, I um- I thought we could go over it on the study group meeting?”

Sirius wondered what was this all about, but he didn’t want to expose himself just yet.

“Well, it’s a hell of a work, I think we can meet up one on one, y’know?” Remus nodded his head, still a little tense. “So, Hogsmeade?”

“I’m actually going with James, Sirius and Peter.” Said Remus. “Sorry.”

“Aw, c’mon man!” Justin groaned playfully. “I’m sure Potter and his bitches can manage one day without you.”

Remus laughed stiffly when Justin pulled him even closer to his chest.

That was probably when Sirius lost it. Haywood was way too close to Remus, he didn’t like it. He clenched his fists and shoved them into the pockets of his jean jacket. After little to no thinking he stepped right in front of the two sixth years.

“I’m truly moved Haywood, that you care ‘bout my well being.” He sneered. “Problem is, Hogsmeade is kind of a tradition for us.”

Justin looked up lazily.

“Bullshit, you’ve missed lots of Hogsmeade trips.” He said defiantly.

“Doesn’t change the fact that Moony made plans with us first so you can kindly fuck off.”

Now it was Remus’s turn to grow mildly annoyed. He freed himself from Justin’s embrace and stood up in front of Sirius.

“What the hell Padfoot?! I can speak for myself.” He growled and then turned to face Justin. “I’m sorry Justin, but he’s right. He’s incredibly nosy, but he’s right. I can’t just cancel it, I already promised Peter I’ll go with him to Honydukes while we’re all there.”

Justin looked really disappointed for a moment, but then he just smiled brightly at Remus and also got up from the couch.

“Nah, it’s cool Remmy. We can go next time.” He caressed Remus’s cheek and disappeared in the crowd.

“Moony-“

“Don’t. Say. A. Word.” Remus cut him off sharply. “Why did you feel the need to speak on my behalf?”

Sirius didn’t answer, instead he just followed Remus through the portrait out of the common room.

“Maybe I wanted to go with him.” Remus stated sternly.

“Did you?” Sirius looked up at the boy when he finally caught up to him. “You wanted to go with him?”

Remus wouldn’t dare to say that, no, he didn’t want to go to Hogsmeade with Justin fucking Haywood. He wanted to go with Sirius. So instead of answering the question, Remus pretended not to hear.

“Great,” Sirius sighed annoyed. “Besides, I don’t really appreciate being called James’s bitch. If anything, James would definitely be my bitch.”

“Yeah sure, forgot what a princess you are.” Remus laughed despite himself. “You got any cigarettes on you?”

Sirius did a quick search through his pockets to discover that he did in fact had a pack of cigarettes. He pulled them out in triumph.

“Great. I need one.” Remus started walking up the stairs to Astronomy Tower. “You comin’?”

“You’re not mad anymore?” Sirius asked anxiously. He hated when Remus was mad at him, it always resulted in some nasty sleepless nights.,

Remus sighed heavily when they reached the top.

“I wasn’t mad in the first place.” He said after a while. “I was annoyed.”

“Well either way, I’m sorry.” Sirius handed him a cigarette. “I shouldn’t have eavesdrop or talk like I knew what you wanted.”

The light-haired boy nodded, smiling in Sirius’s direction.

“I think what annoyed me the most, was the fact that you actually knew what I wanted.” He mused. Sirius furrowed his brows questioningly, so Remus continued. “I didn’t want to go to Hogsmeade with Justin Haywood. I’d much rather hang out with my friends.”

“Good to know.” Sirius said, lighting both of their cigarettes. “You should really start going for what you really want. You deserve to be happy, you know?”

They were smoking in silence for several minutes. Sirius was admiring Remus from the corner of his eyes. Everyone knew, that Remus Lupin with a cigarette was a sight you’d want to see. It wasn’t unseen or unheard of, but it was definitely rare. And it was absolutely beautiful. It was bringing out two different, almost conflicted sides of the boy. His soft sweaters would always smell like smoke after, which changed his entire aesthetic immediately. From the soft looking-sweet-well mannered-nerdy guy that everyone knew and adored, Remus was becoming the fourth marauder, troublemaker who only a few people got to see every day. Sirius of course knew, that he was still the same guy, it was just his aura and how other people perceived him was changing, but it still was, truly, remarkable (and it was turning him on quite a bit). The way Lupin’s lips were curling around the rolled paper, almost like the cigarettes were made perfectly for his curved lips. The way smoke fell from his mouth, floating near his chin for a little longer, like it wanted to stay with him. And the smell of burning chocolate, warm and rich. In conclusion – Remus Lupin smoking cigarettes, Sirius’s cigarettes especially, was something that the dark-haired boy would willingly watch till the day he dies.

While smoking, Remus could only think about one thing. Sirius’s reaction was way out of his character. Sure, the boy was chaotic, blunt and incredibly hotheaded, impulsive, but he and Justin seemed to get along just fine before the party, even more, Sirius commented on the Ravenclaw’s Quidditch talent few times, they sometimes chatted in corridors. So what changed? Maybe, just maybe… No, he couldn’t get his hopes too high.

Remus needed answers. That’s why, when their cigarettes were almost finished, he spoke up.

“Why did you do that tho?” he asked, fully turning his body so he’d face Sirius.

“I did what?” Sirius asked visibly confused.

“Reacted that way.” Remus rolled his eyes.

“He was flirting with you, if you didn’t notice.” Sirius mumbled and Remus’s heart skipped a bit. “You were a bit tense, so I stepped in. He deserved it tho, that guy’s a git, you can do better.”

“What do you mean?” Remus asked slightly confused.

“I mean, that you don’t have to limit yourself to just okay guys. And girls. You can date people, that you really like. You just have to start taking what you want. You deserve love, Moony. Don’t settle on guys like Justin just because they show interest in you.”

Remus was so stunned by Sirius’s rant, that he didn’t really know what to say. So he said the first thing that came to his mind. Why was this boy doing it to him?

“I thought you liked Justin.”

“Haywood?” Sirius snorted, he stubbed their cigarettes with his shoe and shifted his attention back to Remus. “He’s a fucking narcissist. And he’s build like a truck.”

“Truck?” Remus laughed, putting his hand on Sirius’s shoulder. He didn’t eve realized they were that close. “I happen to think that he’s quite fit.” He said as he was quite obviously checking Sirius out, love pouring out of his eyes.

“Oh, do you, now?” Sirius’s smile dropped slightly. Remus couldn’t believe that this boy could be so dense. He decided to see, how far he could go with this.

“I do, he’s a really fit bloke.” He took another step closer to Sirius. “Objectively looking, that is.”

“You know any other fit blokes?” Sirius gulped.

That was it, Remus was either fully going for it, or he was running away from his feeling as he always did. He was really close to doing the latter, but then he remembered Lily’s words from earlier. Then there was also Sirius’s behavior. Maybe there was a chance? He had to know.

Fuck it, he thought, I’m going for it.

“Fit? Yeah, but I’d rather call him beautiful.” He tried to make his voice sound as confident as he could. Their chest’s were now only centimeters away. “But I don’t think he’s got the same opinion ‘bout me.”

“Well that’s some bullshit.” Sirius breathed shakily. The dark-haired boy never seemed that nervous, Remus noted. “Everyone thinks you’re stunning.”

“You think so?” Remus whispered, his gaze dropping to Sirius’s lips for barely a second.

“Yeah. I do.” Sirius nodded eagerly. “You should totally go for it, you never know until you try it, right?”

“Right.”

This time Remus’s eyes lingered on the other boy’s lips longer. It wasn’t like in all those tacky romantic books that Lily adored so much. There wasn’t any slow-mo moment, the world didn’t magically disappear or went completely quiet. The opposite actually. Remus was extra aware of everything, every little sound was echoing in his head, he could hear his own heart pounding. Everything was screaming do it!And Sirius looked so fucking beautiful, constellations of stars locked safely in his silver eyes. Before he could register anything else, Remus was kissing Sirius.

Remus was kissing Sirius.

After all this time of hopelessly dreaming about it, he was finally doing it. He was kissing the Sirius Black.

And Sirius was actually kissing him back.

It wasn’t perfect, there was no fireworks, no orchestra playing in the background. It was rather messy, chaotic and rushed. Just two teenage boys kissing at the top of a tower in the middle of the night. But it was the best feeling in the world.

But like everything, it had to stop at some point.

Sirius gently pushed him back. Not far tho, just so he could rest his forhead against Remus’s.

“What was that?” he asked in a weak, happy voice.

Remus didn’t even had to think twice about the answer.

“I went for it.”