#out of the closet and into the streets!!!!

[calitears]

Guitar Hero

“well my boyfriend’s in a band…

…he plays guitar while i sing lou reed”

Guitarist!Megumi Fushiguro x FEM!Reader

9.32 k words (oopsies)

Summary: Megumi Fushiguro finds himself at the local arcade a few hours before his band's show. However what was supposed to be just a one time game of guitar hero with a stranger might develop into something more.

warnings/notes ~ alcohol consumption/implied sexual themes/fluff/cursing/no directly written smut but implied/might be corny in sum parts but i promise it’s cutesy!

optional playlist: 🎧 (listen in any order you’d like, it just has the songs refrenced and a few extra!!)

{non-curse au}

masterlist

<fic below the cut>

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His hands were gradually getting colder as the soft thumping of his fingers against his chilled phone screen slowed, looking over the latest message sent in his band’s group chat. He could only find himself able to sigh at yet another schedule change, having their set pushed back another hour.

He could have chosen to head back to meet with his bandmates, they were all just piled up near the backstage entrance anyway, and it’s not like he didn't enjoy watching other bands play. Yet as he shut off his phone, the tinted blue light that illuminated his face faded, only leaving the vibrant colors of the arcade in front to cast different shades of neon lights over him. He looked up, the three fourths of his face showing that was left uncovered by his scarf the most vibrant under the iridescent lights. With a sigh he stood up, and walked the few feet of distance between the previous bench he sat on and the glass doors of the front arcade entrance. 

Megumi would never admit it, but it was in fact the nerves that pushed him to avoid heading directly to the concert area. It was far from his first time performing in front of a public, however this was the largest crowd they’d gathered, and he’d be trying something new tonight. He wasn't doubtful of his skills, he had been playing guitar since elementary, it would be stupid of him to feel unprepared. But insecurity came at strange times for him, at least that’s what he thought to himself. It wasn't necessarily rare for people to feel nervous before performing, and still the world would have to end first before Megumi would ever admit out loud that he was growing anxious. 

He wandered around the arcade for a bit, taking a glance at the variety of games. He’d concluded it was always a hit or miss with arcades nowadays, they’d either be packed with an assortment of machines, or have a few lonely boring games, whose only purpose would be to continue making whoever was behind the establishment a quick buck. In this case, he would consider himself lucky. As he looked around he was met with a few arcade classics, like the variations of ball rolling games, mock “gambling” machines (as he’d refer to them in his head, he found it funny), air hockey, and whatever versions of racing games were available. The place itself wasn��t packed, but did seem to have a decent clientele. What really made him come to the conclusion that this place was on the higher end of his arcade spectrum would be the games such as DDR, an actual vintage pacman game, Street fighter, Tetris, and the one that really caught his eye, Guitar Hero. 

It brought back memories of his earlier elementary days and early middle school, when instead of going home he’d wander into some corner store establishment with Tsumiki that existed right before reaching their street. They’d grab some snacks, Tsumiki would glance around at the magazines, and he’d walk over to what looked to be an old large storage closet, turned into a makeshift ‘arcade’ (if you could call it that). When Gojo finally took them in a year later, he’d join them in their afterschool stop. When he saw a pattern of Megumi always picking up that plastic guitar to entertain himself, he made sure to make a mental note of that.

 That year, Megumi found his first ever birthday present from Gojo to be an acoustic guitar, poorly wrapped in some shiny candy cane pattern wrapping paper. After that, the stop on the way home became shorter.

Could be a good form of practice, he excused, and with one more second of contemplation, he gave in and went over to some machine to buy himself tokens. Classic. Mindlessly walking over and reaching for the plastic guitar, he was getting ready to play solo, that is until he saw the ‘player 2’ control guitar be picked up out of the corner of his eye. 

“Would you mind if I played?” 

Would he mind? He processed the words, as if they were waking him up from a nap. In truth he hadn’t really been all there anyway.

“That’s fine…”

He observed the person next to him, watching as she flashed him a small smile then turned her attention to the screen. She was pretty, he could say that much.

“What song?”

He blinked, he knew what song he wanted after he had seen the machine had already had some customes added. So why was he just staring at her? He’d seen pretty girls, boys, people before, so why was he staring like some dumb dog right now? Well truth be told, it had nothing to do with her looks, just the fact that she was wearing one of his band’s cheap shirts. He thought they sold thrown away them at their last show. Unless she had been there. Was she a fan-

“Hey?”

Oh god he was really out of it tonight. 

“Today… the Smashing Pumpkins.” he mumbled. She just smiled and looked back at the game, ready whenever he was. He needed to get it together. Turning back to the screen himself, he pressed a few buttons on the controller, and after getting through the start menu, he heard music play through the, surprisingly, decent quality speakers.

The sound of clacking from pressing down on the plastic keys kept going the longer the song went on, and it was the last vibrant memory he had that night, before they slowly quieted down in his mind and transitioned to the sound of sheets shuffling next to him. Megumi glanced over, and saw the same girl from before, except this time instead of being slightly exhausted after a game of Guitar Hero, it had been a much more intense activity. 

How the hell did he get here?

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“You’re… really good…” you had said while placing the guitar back in its holder. You never thought an arcade game would ever work you out. Then again, it had been a few rounds with this handsome stranger. Megumi copied your actions, not looking at you again yet, but nodded. “Thanks… lots of practice.”

“Yeah no, I can tell. You play right? Like… real guitar?”

Oh he played, but were you just acting dumb, or did you actually not recognize him?

“Yeah, in a band.” To that you just hummed in response, before continuing, wanting to keep the conversation flowing. “Same one Nobara used to be in, right?”

Nobara? You know Nobara? That makes sense, and the shirt… Megumi ran through his thoughts, searching in his collection of memories if he had ever heard the girl mention anything about you.

“Yeah, that band… is that why you’re wearing the shirt?” 

“Oh- oh yeah… I went with her to go watch your guys’ last show, said she still wanted to cheer you guys on.” Megumi listened, glancing over to meet your eyes again. “Yeah, glad she could put that much effort in after ditching us.” 

It was supposed to be sarcastic, an attempt at humor. Yet you still had to examine his face, trying to figure out if he was serious or not. There was a few seconds of awkward silence, before you choose to try and just go along with him, sharing a slight polite smile. Megumi noticed, yet he knew it wasn’t in response to his comment. You were just being nice. He really needed to work on his execution of things.

“...So you recognized me?” he questioned, hoping to brush over his last failed attempt at a joke. 

“Well yeah, I mean not at first, but you seemed familiar... Originally I just assumed you were someone I had met at a show before or something.” He studied your way of talking, the expression you made, looking at you almost fascinated. 

Don’t take it the wrong way though, that glimpse in his eye he gives to anyone he’s curious about, it’s just his nature. He focuses on the details of your words, committing any piece of conversation you shared with him to his memory, again, not something unique to you, just part of having a good memory. Or at least he told himself that when he realized he had been almost captivated by you.

And yet he found himself walking backstage with you. 

After your encounter in the arcade, Megumi found out you were heading to the same show. He figured out you had basically been there all day, watching any band that caught your interest. That is, until you needed a break from the constant energetic and emotional atmosphere rock concerts brought. You had ended up leaving and getting something to eat, going to the arcade after to waste more time. 

He got that out of you while sharing nothing about himself in return, other than the fact he played guitar and used to do back up vocals. Now he was stuck basically being the new frontman, contrary to his own belief that he was not marketable as one. 

He had the looks, he knew he wasn't ugly. His singing and playing were more than fine, he would end up as one of the best if he continued playing with this much emotion (the same emotion he seemed to lack in literally anything else), and yet he wasn’t social off or on stage. He wasn’t a performer, he told himself. He could write, he could create art, but the last thing he ever thought himself possible of would be executing it in the way that would capture a crowd. His voice had emotion, his actions filled with meaning and an actual want to be there, but he couldn’t get himself to be anything even close to extravagant. Not like Nobara used to anyway.

“She was… definitely something, it’s like she was made to perform, which is why I totally understand why she chose to take up this acting gig… but I think you’re being too hard on yourself too.”

What. What were you saying? You were responding to his thoughts? No. Megumi blinked, realizing he actually had been talking to you. He had ended up sharing his own insecurities with you. The reason he had been so anxious for this show. He should shut himself up now before he slips up even more, but the truth is, he couldn’t find himself to care.

“You actually think I could take on being the frontman?” He continued walking by your side. At this point you both were back in the venue area, now just wandering around before the next set of shows started, the one including his band.

“Yeah, just loosen up a bit… but if you really don’t wanna be the face of it, why not let Itadori or Maki takeover?” 

“Neither of them sing, god especially not Itadori.” You laughed at that, and it made him feel redemption from his earlier failed try at humor. “Why not get a new member then?” He thought about it, letting out a quiet hum in response. “I don’t wanna scout around for one… energetic people like that don’t usually stick to me, if anything I got the chance to even be in this band because Maki dragged me in…”

“You’re really crushing on yourself dude, have some faith in yourself!”

Megumi watched you smile, and you in return watched his dark blue eyes travel over your face.

“You’ve seen me play then, be honest and sincerely tell me you think I could pull through.”

You only blinked at him in response, racking your brain for memory of his previous performance. Maybe he wasn’t nearly as bold as Nobara, but oh he was talented. More than any other guitar player you’d seen that night. His vocals were nothing short of impressive either, you wanted him to know that-

“And I’m not a girl.” You were caught off guard by his statement. He’s worried about… not being a girl? But you couldn’t see the relation between those two at all. Before you could scavenge your mind for another explanation, Megumi went ahead and answered your confusion. “People were excited to see Nobara’s image. She was a girl leading a noisy rock band, she was spontaneous and out there, if I was the band’s image it wouldn’t have the same effect, we’d just be like almost every other semi-popular band…”

He took a breath, before adding on, “It was her voice and character that distinguished us. Anyone could name at least ten different bands with guys like me leading them, but barely any with the same vibe she brought.”

You lingered over his explanation. He was an artist, he wanted to make something new, and besides his rather stoic outside you’d notice so far, he was more than happy to be part of something different. 

If only he had enough confidence to make himself into the character he wanted to be, because he definitely wasn’t shy either.

“...Just get up there and do it, at least for tonight. Try it.”

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You could only watch in awe from the crowd. Megumi was majestic. His voice was hypnotizing, the way his bangs fell over his face, the light causing small reflections in his eyes, his hands moved gracefully over his black, beaten up guitar.

The instrument was something that could easily be overlooked, like a spare tossed back stage for an emergency. Yet in Megumi’s arms, he made it seem like the thing was a precious relic, capable of much more than it led on. The colored stage lights caused a halo glow around his silhouette, almost as if he was a saint. 

It could be an in the moment thing, the emotion of the crowd, the fact you were so close to him. Maybe it was the whiplash you got from seeing him just half an hour before as a quiet, mostly reserved guy, to a model worthy shot currently in front of you. But oh, he was the most handsome rockstar you’d ever seen. 

And still, you sadly understood what he meant earlier about the band. Megumi was special to you right now because you knew he was different on stage then off it. He was nowhere near bad, but also such a contrast from the atmosphere the band previously brought. His vocals ringing through your ears produced by the speakers was enough proof he was an insanely talented person, but it wasn’t as heavenly as it had been paired with a raspier, yet higher and emotion filled tone Nobara had brought. 

Megumi still stood out in other ways though. Instead of the ‘basic’ look most guys wore around this scene, which consisted of baggy jeans or japanese denim paired with an ironic graphic tee or vintage band one, Megumi took on more of a V-kei style inspiration. You could guess he probably put more effort into it when he had shows, but if someone showed you a picture of him and told you he was a member of a band like Luna Sea or X Japan before you had properly met him, you wouldn’t have doubted it.

He couldn’t be overlooked on stage, not in appearance at least, but besides that, what really made them stand out more than the other band that had previously gone up before? Even bands with other female leads lacked what they used to have. Loud, bold, mean lead singer, even if it was just a stage personality. A true diva you could say.

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“That was ass…” Megumi mumbled, tossing his guitar case into the back of Maki’s black SUV. “What are you saying man? For a three person band we played great live!” Itadori announced, wrapping his arm around his friend’s shoulders. Maki was already sitting in the driver's seat, clearly just wanting to go home at this point, considering Nobara wasn’t the only one that recently left the band. Their old fifth member had left a week ago for some exchange program. And now she was stuck around her strangely close to her age nephew and his chattery best friend. Megumi just scoffed and shut the trunk, dragging Itadori along to the car’s side door. “I missed a shit ton of notes because I focused too much on singing, my voice cracked like a hundred times-”

“Shut up! You were great, we were great!” Yuji cheered, just happy he had fun honestly. But he didn’t get it. As emo as it sounded, Megumi knew he was being a prick and just nitpicking, nonetheless, he couldn’t let go of the closest thing to perfect he had had. Music was more than just a stress reliever for him, he’d give up anything to be able to make this his career instead of working whatever lame corporate job he could settle for. Since he was little, even through his motivation loss of anything (and almost everything), he never let go of playing music, he never once left the house without his worn down red headphones, and he never planned on quitting his art. He never considered himself as a perfect person, that role belonged to his sister and his overly cheery best friend.

Megumi knew he could be a selfish man, and meeting you again that night proved it in more ways than one. 

He and Maki let Yuji drag them to a bar to meet up with Nobara as a celebration. Apparently it had karaoke, a detail he picked up when he walked through the front entrance. When they entered he wasn’t surprised to see Nobara up there already singing, she probably got bored of waiting even if it was just for a few minutes and wanted to have fun. What did catch him off guard however, was you. 

There you were, next to your friend on the bar’s makeshift stage, both of you performing some improvised cover of Celebrity Skin by Hole. The way you moved, your expressions, your voice. It was like he was starstruck. 

He never would have guessed he’d really run into you again after tonight, but he suddenly remembered what you had said earlier about finding another member to become the frontman of his band. He knew he needed to make sure he stayed in contact with you, convince you his band needed you. Feeling the waves of his insecurity still lingering, the desperation to achieve his band’s perfect form again, it drove him to stick by you the rest of the night after that. You took a shot, he followed. You chatted with a group and he’d stand silently by your side. Ask him a question and he’d answer. He kept the conversation rolling with you, easier now in comparison to earlier (most likely because of the alcohol) until he finally ‘popped’ the question. Would you be in his band? And he couldn’t swallow the slight irritation that rose in him when you just laughed. 

“You’re not serious right? You want me- not just in your band… but as the front of it?” He huffed almost silently, a hurt to his ego that you weren’t taking him seriously. “What’s so hard to believe? I saw you up there with Nobara earlier-“

“Fushiguro, listen I haven’t been in a band since highschool. Even then it was some crappy thing a guy I was dating had created, it was never serious…” He leaned more towards you, shifting slightly in the booth you had both cornered yourselves in. “So why’d you quit playing then? You clearly still love the scene, you watch all these bands play, but you don’t get involved?” 

You sighed before taking a sip of whatever tropical drink you had spontaneously let his other bandmate, Itadori, pick out before he wandered off. “Just other stuff… i’m going to college now, part time job to help pay for it and stuff, there’s no time, even if I wanted-”

“I’ll pay you for it- just be in the band”

What? 

“How much does your current job pay you? It’s not a… a real commitment right? I’ll pay you to be in the band- and don’t worry, I can afford it.”

Was this guy you just barely met seriously telling you he’d pay you to be in his band? You considered ditching him and leaving to go find Nobara, but before you could excuse yourself, he continued.

“You’re talented- really talented… I don’t wanna sound desperate, but you really seem like you could be great at this… tell me what your current job pays you, i’ll give you more than that, alright?”

You just stared at him shocked, you didn’t know if you just fell in love or grew more scared of him. 

“You’re insane.”

Megumi just huffed and slightly squinted his eyes at you, while you came to the conclusion he must be more drunk than you. “You said the last time you were in a band was because of your boyfriend right? Was that really it? Didn’t you enjoy it or even… want to do it?” You thought over his words, searching your brain for an answer that you already knew.

“He taught me guitar and… well I was in choir at the time, but I've always loved being in this scene, when he started a band… I was actually the one that offered to sing for it, I just wanted to be part of something different than what I was used to, like boring choir performances and getting yelled at by our teacher for wearing the wrong uniform, as if we were some professionals instead of just a shitty highschool choir. Honestly it’s probably why he ended up being my longest relationship, why I stayed with him even though he was lowkey one of those wanna be indie guys who are actually hidden misogynists. He gave me something I needed at the time.”

Megumi listened to you ramble on about how your highschool ex and his bandmates were kind of terrible guys to be around, all while reaching his own messy conclusion in his head. He sat there next to you, letting you get it all out while he worked through his own thoughts about what you had shared. If he was able to make you feel the same way your boyfriend had back then, by showing you something you wanted to be a part of, something to make your life more interesting, if he presented himself to you like something you needed then maybe you’d join in. He needed to convince you, prove why you wanted to be a part of his band. 

Megumi was about to speak up again, when suddenly a tray of shots was practically thrown onto the table. Megumi looked up, only to find a cheeky and halfway drunk Nobara looking down at them. She narrowed her eyes at him, before she slid the tray a bit closer to the two of you before she spoke up.

“Watch these- I bought them but we can’t finish them… I'll be back, just don’t let some drunk steal them.”

With that she walked off, most likely heading towards Maki to cling to her. 

He just sighed as his eyes followed after her, knowing she wasn’t going to come back for the drinks, and instead just picked one up for himself, downing it in just a few seconds. You copied his action, then set the glass down before speaking up again. 

“Listen… I just… don’t think it’s for me, thanks for the offer though.” 

Megumi could only observe you, he watched you mess with the shot glass you had placed down, taking in how the club’s lighting made certain aspects of your makeup stick out. The highlighter on your nose hadn’t really been noticeable before to him, but now he saw the small sparkles show in the lighting. Your eyeshadow seemed to grow faded under the tinted colored lights, although he couldn’t figure out if it was due to it being this late into the night or just some color theory gimmick. 

“...Just try it out with us at least, I won’t force you into this, if you really don’t want to… but seriously, think about it.” You exhaled, and let the exhaustion and alcohol take over you for a moment, just laying your head down on his shoulder. It was almost cute how he immediately tensed up, seeming to grow stiff at the unexpected physical contact. If he had pushed you off you wouldn’t be offended, but it surprised you when instead he hesitantly wrapped his arm around your shoulders, letting his hand hold onto your upper arm. 

You reached for another shot glass in front of you, sitting up slightly but still being in his embrace. You drank the alcohol, before turning your head to face him again.

“Why do you even want me in your band so badly?” you questioned him. Megumi held eye contact with you, tilting his head only slightly. “You’ve just... you have talent, it’s not hard to understand why. I want this band to go far, I wanna make something of my music... that includes trying to do what’s best for the band.”

“Does doing ‘what’s best for the band’ include cuddling up with some girl to try and persuade her to join your band?” 

To that, he just gave you a pointed look, seeming almost offended you’d accuse him of that. You let out a small laugh at his reaction, taking one of the few remaining shot glasses on the table, and in a state of tipsy braveness, putting it up to his lips. He understood the gesture, softening his expression and parting his lips, letting you tilt the drink into his mouth. You watched almost hypnotized as neither of you ever broke away from the other’s gaze. 

Megumi didn’t understand why he was letting you be so close to him, why he wasn’t pulling away. He chose to believe it was because he was desperate to have some sort of approval from you, the kind that would help you agree to his proposal, but another part of him couldn’t deny that he was attracted to you beyond that. So as the night played on, he let himself loosen up for the first time in a while. You were easy to get along with, at least in his eyes. You tried to understand his weird sarcastic jokes, even making him laugh with your own when you started to match his humor. And maybe it was the fact that he had been severely lacking any intimate form of affection that led him to so easily make such an out there decision. 

He soon found himself exhausted, laying next to you in his own bed, between his black silk sheets and cotton navy blue bed covers. Yet he didn’t regret any of it as he slowly let his memory catch up to his thoughts. Megumi turned on his side, glancing over your shoulder to watch what you were doing, the light on your phone illuminating your face, letting him clearly see your screen as well in the almost pitch black room. He almost let out a laugh when he saw you feeding and caring for some sort of digital pet you had on your phone. 

When Megumi felt comfortable enough with someone, he stopped overthinking his actions and just went with whatever his brain told him too in the moment. For him, what you had just done was not something meaningless and superficial, but if it happened with someone he wasn’t official with, he still believed there was an emotional connection there. And so he didn’t hesitate to drape an arm over your body, and tuck you in close, kissing the side of your neck. You didn’t dare push him away, even if it had only been less than half a day you’d spent with him, you could understand so far that he wasn’t the type to do something without any feeling behind it. You let him cuddle with you, let him hold you, because at the end of the day, you didn’t mind it at all either. 

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Megumi sat with you in his apartment’s living room. His taste for decor was definitely more vintage, most of the furniture seeming antique, most likely thrifted or bought from garage sales. Through lazy morning conversations he had convinced you to try playing at their next show with the band, he said he’d bring you to the practices if you needed a ride, and give you copies of their songs along with any videos of live performances he had saved. Now you just sat next to him on the couch, reading over lyrics of his band’s songs while he mindlessly tuned his guitar, trying to get it to his preferences after wearing it out last night. Some random cheesy drama playing on his TV on low volume became background noise after the movie you had both been previously watching on the channel ended.

Taking a break from reading lyrics, you turned your attention to watch his movements, seeing as he fidgeted with the strings in his guitar.

“…How long have you been playing?”

Megumi took his attention off the strings as he replied to you, “…Since I was still in grade school… my… guardian… gave me my first years ago, and I just kept playing from there.”

You noticed his slight hesitation when he mentioned who he had received his first instrument from, and so you chose to not focus on that. You figured he probably didn’t want to talk about that right now, and so you chose to ask a different question. 

“When did you know you wanted to go into music, as a career I mean?”

He strung the E string on his guitar one more time, before he sighed and just moved to gently lay it down on the empty spot next to him.

“Since I saw the college application requirements sophomore year of Highschool.” 

You smiled at his comment, just slightly shaking your head. 

“Seriously?” 

“No, well kind of… community college was always a choice, not a bad option either… but I never liked the idea of working on someone else’s schedule… I wanted to do something I actually enjoyed… not just because everyone else was doing it.” He took a pause and picked up his black coffee he had made earlier that morning with you. 

“Truth is, I wasn’t even bad at school, but nothing really gave me a calling… and then one day Maki asked me to join the band she was in… well that seemed interesting enough, then we needed a drummer, so I hesitantly got Yuji involved… and it just went from there.” He took a sip out of his drink, before placing it back down. You just hummed in response to his explanation, while Megumi directed his look towards you. “What are you in college for anyway?”

“Like why did I go to college?”

He blinked, before shaking his head slightly. “No… I mean your major.” 

“Oh, well I’m actually double majoring… in English and Visual Arts.” He gave you a short nod in reply. 

“Cool…”

“Yeah cool…”

There was a brief moment of silence while you returned back to reading the lyrics, however you both noticed how Megumi hadn’t taken his eyes off you. You were about to look back up, before being surprised when he moved to try and cuddle you into his side. He was an awkward guy, you could tell he wasn’t quite used to this type of ‘relationship’, but you didn’t pull away, maybe if you let him unwind in his own way he’d get the hang of it.

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“He looks like a dead dog that had been thrown overboard, oh god, get him out of the pit now.”

You laughed at Maki’s insults of Nobara’s latest talking stage, having already had a fit after just seeing the picture of some scrawny guy with thick eyebrows trying to crawl his way out of a crowd at a show apparently. Megumi who was sitting next to you just cocked an eyebrow at the picture, observing how this guy had apparently gotten his limbs tangled with the people around him.

“Have you ever seen a rat king?” And his statement only caused you more laughter. Nobara just sighed and put her head in her hands, having given up on defending this guy. 

“Okay whatever, how about you guys just focus on training y/n again!”

Maki let out a scoff, while Megumi just rolled his eyes. Nobara sighed and looked at you, “How are you feeling by the way? One week before the next show… you think you’re ready?” You blinked, before letting a small smile form on your expression. “Yeah… I think so, I’ve got the setlist memorized, you and Maki helped me pick the cutest outfit yesterday… that’s everything right?” 

She smirked and leaned back a bit, clapping her hands together. “It’s perf, just remember to be extra, people wanna see a performance, get them in the mood.” You nodded, feeling excitement bubbling at the thought of Friday night this week.

Just then you all turned your attention to the front door of Maki’s house opening, seeing Yuji happily walk in with boba and smoothies in a drink carrier along with bags full of carryout hanging from both his arms. 

“Food’s here!” 

Nobara was the first to jump up, helping him carry it all quicker to the kitchen table, not out of courtesy, but actual hunger. Maki let out a quiet laugh at her reaction, before moving with you and Megumi towards the kitchen. 

Soon enough practice had come to a break as you all ate the food you’d ordered from the nearby Tawainese place. And while you busied yourself finishing up your side, you saw Nobara lean in from her seat next to you, a suspicious smile on her face. You could already guess what she was going to say. 

“So… you and Fushiguro?” You sighed and rolled your eyes, but couldn’t hold back the smile spreading on your face. “What about it?” She still looked at you with that same teasing smile, “Was he that good, it converted you into a prototype of Nana Osaki?” You just slapped her shoulder and shook your head. “Shut up… don’t even manifest that life on me, and he also had nothing to do with my decision… it seemed fun, and I wanted to try it.” She just giggled and stole a bite of your food, before sighing. “He’s too quiet to be attractive in my eyes… oh and he can definitely come off as pretentious at times, but… I guess he’s good enough for you.”

“Good enough?” You looked up at her statement. After finishing his food, he and Yuji wandered back into the living room, and based off his current flushed and annoyed expression, you figured they were having their version of you and Nobara’s conversation. 

“Well, we’ll just see where it goes…”

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Oh, this was exciting. You had forgotten how freeing it felt to be up here, to be performing on stage. 

You weren’t going to lie, just an hour earlier you had been basically clinging to Megumi from nerves. What if you blanked and forgot all the lyrics? What if you sounded terrible? What if you were boring to watch? What if-

But your thoughts were soon cut off, when Megumi chose to gently kiss you, distracting you from the doubts plaguing your head. He pulled away only less than a centimeter, mumbling against your lips, “You’ll be great… you practiced enough for this, don’t stress.” You hummed in understanding, before giving him a chaste peck again, and then fully pulling away this time. “Thanks Megs…”

And you swore to always believe Megumi after that. It was so freeing. When you had been in a band back in highschool, it was exciting, made you feel like you could be this daring persona, even if you only played at packed basement and underground shows. This was like that, except multiplied by ten. 

Between the music, the movement and personality of the crowd, you had forgotten how much you enjoyed singing, until now.

You felt as if you owed Megumi half of your soul, after all, he was the reason you were up here right now. So as a sign of thank you, during the outro of the last song on your guys’ set, you ran over to him, slamming your lips against his, the action motivated by a wave of confidence the crowd's atmosphere had brought you. To say this was definitely the right move to finish would be an understatement. 

When the sounds around you faded, you found yourself backstage with Megumi after. Sheepishly apologizing to him for catching him so off guard. It was quite the contrast to how you carried yourself not even twenty minutes earlier, but all he did was shake his head and smile. 

“It’s fine… not like it was bad… actually, I had something to ask you.” You met his eyes, feeling your face cool down from the slight embarrassment you just faced. 

“Yeah?”

Megumi let there be another second of silence between you two, before finally asking it.

“We’ve been… hanging around each other a lot… and done some… stuff… together, so… I know this might not be the most romantic or correct setting to do this in but, would you wanna go on an actual date? Not just band practice or me taking you home… like… actually go out?”

Your eyes widened slightly, the flush that had previously left your face now returned, but you couldn’t deny the excitement that had risen up in you. 

“...Yes- I mean really… that’d be great Megs…” He let out a small breath of relief, and gave you a shy smile.

“Cool… thank you.”

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You sat at your vanity, checking your makeup one more time before sighing and moving back, satisfied with the look. Currently wearing one of your favorite more ‘fancier’ outfits, your choice of music playing in the background. You mentally went over the list in your head, making sure you had everything done while grabbing your purse and throwing the last few extra items in. Letting out a sigh, you glanced at the time and sat down in the living room of your apartment, reading over Megumi’s last text, letting you know he was on his way. 

Maybe it was a bad idea to start dating the guitarist of the band you were now a part of, most stories don’t end well when they go like this, but that was just the cliche way things went. Screw the movies, they all lied about highschool, they’re probably lying about this. 

And besides, it wasn’t like Megumi was anything like the romance interests in the movies. He was an awkward, silent guy, and the more you thought about his way of being, the more you felt honored he had actually taken his focus onto trying to pursue you and off his music, which seemed to be his decided on life’s purpose. 

Lost in thought, you almost missed the knock on your door, you guessed signaling your date’s arrival. You made your way over, smiling when you had seen him standing awkwardly on the other side of your door through the peephole. He looked handsome, wearing a black button up and black denim, which just looked expensive on him. You could see the small bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hand.

“Hey… you look great.”

You saw the smile form on Megumi’s face at the small compliment. “Thanks… I like.. The color of your dress, you look very pretty.” He looked over to the side, before stepping back from the door a bit, and finally handing you the flowers. “Nobara said these were your favorites… so if she got them wrong blame her, but i’ll get you the right ones next time.”

You felt a sense of fondness as you watched him there, knowing he had made an effort to find and bring them to you, this was definitely earning him some sort of brownie points. 

“Thank you Megs, really… don’t worry, these are my favorites,” you said as you took them from him, observing the petals and color for another second before moving to find a place to set them down, making a note to put them in a vase when you came back.

After making sure to properly lock your door, you took his hand on the way out. Leading him to the elevator, letting him press the button to the lobby.

“You’re still okay trying the place I told you about? It’s a new teppanyaki style place, and after that there's still that Jazz bar we can go to.” A ding of the elevator interrupts, and you hear the doors open at the second floor of the building. A girl walked in and you saw her look over you and Megumi, her gaze lingering on him for an extra moment before she just silently fits herself into the other corner of the elevator when she sees the lobby button had already been pressed. You just return to your conversation with Megumi, choosing not to ponder on her presence. 

“I would’ve just taken you straight to the bar, but besides their music, their food’s not that good…” he scrunched his nose a bit just at the reminder of it, and you just let out a short giggle. “Sounds perfect. I’m excited.” He seemed happy with your reassurance, and just tightened his hold on your hand, lightly rubbing his thumb in a circle on your skin. 

Soon enough you were both making your way outside of your apartment building and to where his car had been parked. With how alternative his image had been, you weren’t surprised to see him driving an older car. In fact you kind of predicted his personal car would’ve been more on the vintage side, but to find the gorgeous 1960’s impala almost made you go into shock. You knew he took good care of it just based on its exterior condition, and as he led you to the passenger seat’s door and opened it for you, you came to the conclusion this man was not real, and in fact a figment of your imagination. You gave his hand a tight squeeze as if to confirm his existence, before moving completely into the seat, and he only gave you a small questioning look, before shrugging it off and moving to get into his driver’s seat.

Based on the lyrics he wrote and ideals he discussed in his songs, you could tell he didn’t really care for tradition, but even then he was a gentleman. 

Megumi started the car and moved out of his previous parking spot, glancing over to make sure you seemed comfortable still, before speaking up, “I’ve got an aux cord… and some CD’s put away in front of you… whatever you're into.” Nodding in response you moved to turn on the radio, scared to leave even the smallest scratch or insignificant imprint anywhere. When you pressed the button, his previous CD that he had left in there started playing, and you decided not to remove it, liking the sound of whatever he had been playing before. He of course noticed, and took the opportunity to ask. “You're not gonna change it?” You looked over to him softly smiling, before returning your gaze back to the front of the road, watching the streetlights pass you by. “I like it, think I've heard it before…”

He hummed in response, keeping his eyes on the road, “It’s Depeche Mode.”

“They’re… Goth?”

There was a slight tug at his lips, before nodding, yet still not removing his eyes from the road.

“Something like that…”

The rest of the way went by with the radio on, and Megumi occasionally breaking the silence by asking you small talk questions. Spending time with Megumi had made you realize he was more of a ‘silent type’. He would ask you questions and answer you whenever you spoke to him, but he never said more than he had too. It’s like he ‘enjoyed the silence’, and preferred to show his emotions through actions rather than words. Physical touch and quality time were definitely more of his love language, and you didn’t mind that at all, because one way or another, he showed he cared, and showed he had genuine interest in you. You’d rather have evidence of that than empty words afterall.

Finally arriving at the restaurant, Megumi parked and got out of the car, and you didn’t miss the fast paced walk he did to get over to your side of the door to open it for you before you beat him to it. 

He took your hand again after you had gotten out of the car, leading you inside the restaurant, and all the way to your table. Megumi, besides his stoic and sort of intimidating exterior, was gentle when he wanted to be. When you both sat at the large table with a few other separate parties, he didn’t let go of your hand, not until the drinks had been set at the table. And even then he chose to push his chair in closer to yours than the stranger that set to the left of him. 

There were small signs he gave, actions of attraction, but it did catch you off guard when he suddenly became more protective of you the minute your table’s chef seemed to take a liking towards you. You could assume that part of his job was to be charismatic, complimenting the women that sat at their table and picking fun or joking with the men, but a specific compliment thrown towards you made Megumi tense up. Then when he ‘jokingly’ made a small heart with the cooking oil and fire and dedicated it to you, no one missed the glare Megumi threw at him. You didn’t ponder too much on it, but it oh so amused you how your previously quiet date suddenly became more interested in verbal interaction with you. When the chef made another glance towards you, Megumi quickly acted to suddenly have something to tell you. You became even more surprised when he seemed to run out of quick comments to spout out and started telling you short stories of his life. 

Soon his distraction had worked, and the two of you fell into your own conversations, not missing the few tricks the chef did while preparing the rice and your other choice of food, but definitely more submerged in your own world than whatever the rest of the table was up to. 

Even after Megumi’s… passive aggressiveness, the chef still smiled at the two of you, and you gave him a thank you, while Megumi only gave him a quick nod. The food having been served in front of the two of you still hot from just recently coming off the grill, you turned to Megumi when he started talking again.

“Have you ever eaten at places like this before?”

Thinking for a moment, before you responded to him, “Once or twice, with some friends… but this one’s different, the aesthetic of the place looks fancier…”

“Really?”

“Yeah… think it’s the lighting honestly… it’s more… I don’t know, romantic almost.”

“Well… that would be the point.”

You huffed and nudged him, before finally trying the food in front of you. You savored the taste, before making your opinion on it. “Oh… it’s really good, honestly, the cook did a good job.” 

Megumi just hummed in response, looking over your plate after taking a bite of his own meal. “It’s alright… nothing special…” You heard him mutter that last part, and almost giggled at his lingering jealousy.

“Could you cook like this?”

He continued eating, before pausing for a moment.

“Definitely… Gojo couldn’t cook growing up, and no offense to Tsumiki, she could definitely cook, but I think I was the best chef to come out of that household.”

“Oh, cocky are we?”

Megumi gave you a look at your sentence, he saw the teasing smile on your face, and it couldn’t help but be contagious.

“...It’s the truth, her food wasn’t bad, but it was always sweet in some way…”

“Not a fan of sweets?”

He shook his head a bit, finishing the food in his mouth before speaking. “Not really… it over-stimulates my mouth, I don’t know how anyone handles overly sweet stuff, like cotton candy or those giant cookies… it’s just unhealthy too, and expensive. It’s a waste of money.”

“Well yeah… but when you're in the mood, some money spent on a little sweet treat never hurts anyone…”

“A gambling addict has said some variation of that sentence before too, and look at those guys…”

You scoffed and shook your head, yet your smile still hadn’t disappeared. “Those are nowhere near the same thing…”

“If you like them, I won’t judge you, but I’m letting you know now.” You watched as he then took another bite of his food, clearly enjoying it despite his earlier one sided beef with the chef. 

“If I got one after this would you share it with me?”

He thought about it for a moment, before sighing. “Well… I guess it’d be rude to deny my date’s request…”

And he almost regretted his decision the moment he took his third bite of the overly sweet cake you had decided to order after your dinner. You laughed at his expression, as he let the spoon fall a little too dramatically on the plate, while he turned his face away. He knew he wouldn’t like it on the first bite, he pushed down the second bite, and just gave up on the last one. 

“Didn’t like it ‘gumi?”

“...You can finish it.”

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The atmosphere of the romantically lit, elegant Jazz bar offered a much warmer ambience than what the chilly sidewalk you and Megumi had previously been walking down had. You loosely held onto his arm while Megumi led you to a small table with only two seats. A simple but darling candlelit centerpiece decorated your table, along with a cotton tablecloth. 

Once you had situated yourself at the table, Megumi hesitated for a second before moving to sit down, you looked up at him, wondering what he was doing.

“...Do you want a drink?”

You glanced at the bar along one side of the room, before nodding and telling him your drink order. He then made his way over to the bar, and you observed his familiarity with the place, the way he spoke more casually to the bartender as if he knew him, which he probably did. However you noticed the way the bartender seemed surprised when he looked over and saw you at a table. He turned his attention back to Megumi and it looked like he made a teasing comment, to which your date just rolled his eyes at. 

After a few more minutes, he made his way back to you holding both your drinks. Placing them down in front of you, he settled into the chair next to you.

“Do you often come watch people play here?”

Megumi trailed his gaze to the front of the room, the small and stylish stage lit up with a warm toned spotlight, along with its polished wood floor.

“I’m not just a rockstar… what’s the point of liking music if you only limit yourself to one genre?” 

“That’s true… I mean, there's something good from every type of music…”

Megumi hummed in agreement, his eyes focused on one of the instruments propped on the back wall of the stage. “Exactly…”

You’d guess around ten minutes passed by, before you saw a beautifully dressed woman make herself on stage, she carried herself with an atmosphere of elegance yet friendliness, and introduced the first performer of the night. A few seconds after she walked off and you saw a man behind her start to play.

You were immediately mesmerized, and the enchantment only intensified as he continued playing. His music was beautiful, you could say he had a bit of modern influence, but still much respect for the classics. There were a few other people in the background helping create background instrumentals, but the saxophone the main performer played really stole the show. 

You and Megumi continued watching the whole performance, and at the end when the man said his goodbye’s to the crowd, Megumi turned to you.

“...What would you think of adding any sort of Jazz influence to rock music?”

You blinked in response, trailing your eyes over his face, noticing a glimmer in his eyes that seemed to contain inspiration.

“Like.. a rock-jazz band?”

He shook his head slightly, before answering, “No… not really but, a few musical influences from it, there’s a possibility there for a few great songs…”

You hummed in response, “Well, I think there’s definitely a way to turn it into something, switch some guitar harmonics…”

He tilted his head slightly, picking up his drink and sipping from it, “Definitely…”

You smiled and shook your head. “You’re such a music nerd…” 

He only gave you a playful glare at your comment.

It amused you how he seemed to relate everything back to the band if you let him. but you knew better than anyone you admired his dedication and passion.

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After the performances had ended at the bar, Megumi had offered you to come over, and the last thing you’d consider was to turn him down. You walked into his place, already being familiar with the atmosphere of his apartment. A movie had originally been put on, but after the main plot had wandered off so far from the original story, you both concluded it wasn’t worth watching anymore. But instead of turning it off, the two of you had ended up getting distracted with short kisses, which had now escalated into a full on makeout session.

Megumi held you close to him, letting you lean onto him, as he tilted his back on the couch to some degree, letting you slowly slip more and more onto his lap. He had run one of his hands up your collarbone, and was now teasingly tugging on your bra strap under the clothes. Just when he was about to make another move, you were both interrupted by a sudden weight pouncing on him, and startled, you pulled away from feeling fur suddenly rub against you, only to laugh when realizing what had happened. 

Megumi groaned when he was caught off guard by his dog, the large white husky lapping at his face excitedly. Unbeknowningly just having ‘cockblocked’ his owner. 

“You just chose to wake up now huh?” he grumbled out, and although his expression was annoyed, the way he petted and ruffled the dog's fur gave away his true feelings. About to express your surprise, it was just added onto when you saw and felt another black husky wander past your legs. 

“You didn’t tell me you had dogs!” you announced, excited by the revelation of his pets. The white dog which had previously nudged himself between the two of you, now excitedly turned to you, smelling your face before starting to happily try to lick at your face, only to be pulled back by Megumi.

“Why didn’t I see them last time I was over?”

Successfully getting his white dog to stay back, he sighed and looked at you again. “They were asleep… like they should be right now.” Besides his obviously pointed look at the pair, they only seemed to joyfully watch their owner, clearly just happy to see him.

“There’s not a thought behind those eyes…” He muttered out, watching as the black dog now attempted to jump up on the couch and make space for himself too. 

You didn’t mind the dogs at all really, running your hands over their furs, and at the first hint of affection from you, they both focused on your presence. 

“Don’t do that… they won’t leave you alone after.” You ignored his warning and just laughed at the dogs’ clear playfulness with you. “That doesn’t sound bad at all…”

“...Yeah, until they're suffocating you in your sleep.”

Megumi watched you interact with his pets, and although he was trying to act annoyed, he couldn’t hold back the soft smile that eventually formed on his face.

“Y’know… it’s cruel if you let them get attached if you don’t come over often…”

You glanced up at Megumi, looking at him with an intrigued look. “...Are you… bribing me Megumi?” He just shrugged in response. 

“I mean… if you’re not actually gonna… make anything official… it’s cruel to lead them on no?”

You scoffed playfully, “...Are we still just talking about the dogs?” He pretended to ponder for a second, before shrugging again. “...I know we’ve only been on one official date but… we’ve spent enough time together… for me to not be considered a weirdo if I asked you out... right? 

“Like… to officially be your girlfriend?”

“Yeah, officially…”

You thought it over for a moment, watching the hopeful yet nervous look in his eyes. Megumi wanted you, more than he had thought he’d end up so. Your mind tracked back over the past month and a half since you had met him, and besides his original motive for approaching you, you couldn’t deny his clear genuine romantic interest in you. 

“That’s fine… I'd… really love that.”

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author’s notes

HIII GUYS!!! this is my first ever fan fic im sorry it’s like humongous, but i really hoped you enjoyed!!!

tysm so much if you read the whole thing it means so muchhhh

i’m thinking about tuning this one into a series and just writing more story as the band continues to grow, so if you guys are interested pls pls pls let me know!!

did u guys catch the depche mode pun 😇

anyways, again tysm for reading, ily so much truly and please like & reblog if you enjoyed it!!

besos mwah 😽

[swappermanent]

Life in Retrospect (Part 3)

Staring into the mirror, with the necklace resting cool and heavy against my chest, I considered my next move. If I was going to convince the amulet—and myself—that this body was mine, I needed to make some changes, starting with the basics.

First things first, Mikey’s wardrobe was atrocious.

I rifled through his drawers and closet, finding an endless array of dry-fit shirts in bright, clashing colors and tank tops emblazoned with gym logos. Sure, being a gym bro was hot—I could see the appeal—but the looks were uninspired. He’d draw even more attention if he put in just a little effort.

“Time for a style upgrade,” I muttered, giving my reflection a grin that felt more confident than any expression I’d worn in years.

Memories surfaced of the days when I’d been known for my sharp sense of fashion—tailored suits, leather jackets, crisp shirts that turned heads on the street. I wasn’t about to step back into the polished looks of my old life; I needed something that fit this younger, edgier version of myself.

I hit the thrift stores like a man on a mission. Racks of vintage leather jackets, oversized sweaters, slim-fit jeans, and distressed tees called out to me. I practically cleaned out half a dozen stores, arms loaded with pieces that oozed effortless cool. My bank account took a serious hit, but I didn’t care. This was an investment—in keeping this life, this body.

“You’re gonna love this,” I whispered to the amulet, feeling it warm slightly against my skin.

Back at home, I tried everything on. A brown leather bomber jacket that fit like a second skin, vintage denim that hugged my legs just right, oversized sweaters that spoke of casual mornings at a café—I couldn’t help but admire the transformation. I looked hot as fuck.

The necklace vibrated against my chest, sending a shiver down my spine. Over the next few days, I noticed the dizzy spells became fewer and farther between, a sign that the amulet approved of the shifts I was making. But I knew this wasn’t enough.

Next, I tried changing up my day routines and friends. I started off by pulling away from the gym bro crowd and the endless banter about protein shakes and reps. Instead, I spent more time at cafes with people who shared my real interests, discussing books and philosophy. I went to art galleries, soaking in the quiet, contemplative energy that contrasted so sharply with the loud, boisterous nights out Mikey used to have.

But still, I felt that nagging doubt—the sense that it wasn’t enough. I was racking my brain, wondering what more I could do. I didn’t know Mikey well enough to pinpoint exactly what would be out of character, what would truly convince the amulet that I had made this body mine.

The answer was out there. I just had to find it.

---

One night, I found myself at a cozy little art event downtown with some of my new friends. The atmosphere was low-lit, filled with laughter and the quiet murmur of conversations over wine and soft jazz. I felt like I belonged here—a far cry from the sweaty gym floors and blaring music of Mikey’s usual haunts.

I’d been chatting up this guy at my table, a sharp, well-dressed guy named Ollie, who had a laugh that made my stomach do a flip every time I heard it.

Then, out of nowhere, it hit me—a realization that made me almost laugh out loud. Mikey wasn’t gay. There was no way he’d be flirting like this with a guy. This was exactly my chance to cement the swap.

leaned in, giving Ollie a smile that I knew, with Mikey’s rugged jawline and smoldering eyes, would have a hell of an effect. Sure enough, Ollie blushed, his gaze flickering down as I held his attention with just enough tension.

Eventually, we ended up heading back to my place. The anticipation buzzed between us, almost tangible, as we made our way up the stairs. I opened the door, pulling him in with a grin, and wasted no time.

The second the door closed, I reached for the hem of my shirt, peeling it off in one smooth motion. Ollie’s eyes went wide, his gaze magnetized by my bare chest, staring at the thick pecs that looked even better in this new, rough lighting. He was practically speechless, caught between awe and desire as he ran a hand up my chest.

“Damn,” he murmured, his voice barely a whisper, fingers tracing the defined lines of my muscles.

We moved to the bedroom, and the moment our bodies pressed together, the heat between us spiked. I guided Ollie onto the bed, pulling him close as he shifted onto his hands and knees, glancing back at me with excitement and just a hint of nervousness.

I took my time, positioning myself behind him, savoring the anticipation. With a firm hand, I stroked along his back, moving down over his shoulders and arms, then brushing over his toned torso. I could feel him relaxing under my touch, his body trusting me to lead. With a soft, reassuring whisper, I pressed the tip in, and he gasped, gripping the sheets.

“Relax,” I murmured, leaning down to trail a few kisses along his shoulder blades. My other hand moved to his biceps, kneading gently, helping him ease into the moment.

Slowly, I slid in a bit more, feeling him tense and then loosen as my hands worked their way over his muscles, calming him. I kept the pace unhurried, my hand still exploring his back, his shoulders, even reaching around to his chest, keeping him anchored in the moment.

Once he adjusted, I began moving, each thrust steady and deep. The sound of our breaths and the rhythm of my hips filled the room as we found a powerful flow.

I wrapped my hand around Ollie’s cock, stroking him slowly in time with my thrusts. He groaned, his breath coming in shuddering gasps as I picked up the rhythm, making sure he felt every sensation. It wasn’t long before he was practically writhing beneath me, his body responding to my touch, every inch of him pulsing with desire.

“Come for me,” I murmured in his ear, my voice low and coaxing. I wanted him to feel everything, to lose himself completely. And as I stroked him, watching the tension build in his face, his breathing hitched, his muscles tensing under my hands.

With a sharp gasp, Ollie finally came, his whole body trembling as he moaned, tightening around me. That sudden grip drove me over the edge. The intense pleasure hit me hard, and with a deep groan, I gave in, shuddering as I shot my load into his perky, smooth ass.

Laying back and catching my breath, the necklace pulsed against my chest, vibrating harder than it ever had before. I waited, half expecting something dramatic—a flash of light, maybe a jolt through my body that would make this transformation permanent. But, like before, nothing actually happened.

The next morning, as the first light filtered in through the blinds, I got dressed slowly, savoring every step. I slipped on one of my new outfits, a tight tank that clung to my shoulders, showing off my defined biceps, and fitted jeans that emphasized my strong legs. Catching my reflection in the mirror, I couldn’t help but admire the transformation—the way this body wore confidence like a second skin.

Ollie stirred on the bed, watching me with a sleepy smile as I flexed my arm a little, just to see if he’d notice. He did. His eyes widened slightly, and I could tell he liked the show. I walked over, leaned down, and kissed him slowly, savoring the warm feeling that spread through me at the touch.

“That was… amazing,” I said, holding his gaze. "I’d really love to see you again, like, on an actual date. What do you say?"

As the words left his mouth, the necklace around my neck flared up in a frenzy, vibrating and heating until it felt like it was radiating warmth through every inch of me. I felt cascades of pleasure as if I was having 10 orgasms all at once. In that moment, I knew, this body was mine forever.

It was the missing piece, I realized. Mikey hadn’t been the type to ask for a second date or care about much beyond the night itself. For him, a hasty exit before sunrise would’ve been enough. But by wanting something real, something lasting, I’d pushed just far enough out of character to claim this life as mine for good.

Ollie sat up, grinning, oblivious to my inner transformation, and ran a hand over my shoulder. “I’d like that too. A lot.” He flashed a look at my huge biceps. "So… when should we make this date happen?” he asked, a hint of mischief in his voice.

"How about this weekend?" I replied, pulling him in for another kiss before standing up to grab my shirt.

As I pulled it over my head, the necklace finally cooled, a final confirmation that I was here to stay. I felt lighter, stronger, more alive in this body than ever. I glanced back at Ollie with a smirk, already planning out the rest of the day, and I couldn’t help but think, Damn, it feels good to be Mikey.

[skyland2703]

It’s 3 AM, but fuck it, we’re being domestic | Prompts

Alternatively, just some fluffy domestic romance prompts, but they feel more cute when they’re in the middle of the night because one or both of the ship characters are insomniacs.

Dancing together in the kitchen, in the refrigerator light, and then sitting on the kitchen counter, eating ice-cream directly from the carton.

Walking barefoot on the dew covered grass, hand in hand, under the stars.

Sitting on the floor trying to piece together IKEA furniture because one person got obsessed with finishing it the same day.

Middle of the night cooking, except it’s making the weirdest most absurd dishes imaginable, just for fun.

Making love, except it’s on the bedroom floor.

Cleaning cupboards or attics and finding lpppittle mementos, childhood pictures, etc and talking about memories.

Midnight drives with street food pit-stops and making out with the car radio playing in the background.

Tossing a smiley stress ball around the house watching it knock into furniture— Bonus, if one person is tossing it and another is scrambling around trying to make sure no furniture falls over, causing squabbles.

Gossiping about annoying relatives/friends, parents etc.

Making each other coffee, except the rule is: adding all of the other person’s favorite ingredients PLUS one mystery ingredient which might be good bad or ugly. For funs~

Late night massage sessions because they’re old (they’re not even thirty. Maybe they are.) and their back huuurts.

Ramp Walk/Modelling sessions where one person tries out every single outfit in their closet, and the other one rates or judges them all and gives (mostly useless) opinions.

Doing laundry except they can’t put the clothes out for drying because there’s no sun, so they spread them all over the furniture (only the stuff that doesn’t go bad with the water-) and switch on all the fans.

Weird selfie poses and filming random tiktok dances.

Alternately, sitting side by side on the bed (or the floor—) deleting old pictures from their phones to make storage and laughing about embarrassing old pictures. (A “my phone might die of lack of storage but that super embarrassing picture of yours from six years ago isn’t going anywhere!”)

One of them randomly googling super random shit and telling those facts to the other person, and the other one, super sleepy, just nodding along to everything.

Painting dates where either both of them are amazing artists or neither of them are, (or one is and the other isn’t) and they switch canvases periodically to finish each other’s paintings. (Chaos for the ones who can’t paint, and two beautiful art pieces for the ones who can~)

Alternatively, one is an artist and the other models for them while being utterly sleepy bc Artist has insomnia :D

One is a musician and keeps the other up all night with the music. Or alternately, the partner has insomnia and the sleepy musician plays them something to pass the night (and what if it turns out to be a lullaby-)

Turning the junk, broken and useless stuff in their house into a rage room for the night.

Learning crocheting from YouTube and making each other weird little woollen mementos. (Could go for anything really. Learning shit with esch other in the middle of the night from YouTube—)

Annnnd that’s about all I got :3 I’ll probably be back with more! Prompts welcome~

[rikiislvr]

✧ moonstruck - nishimura riki

pairing: nishimura riki x afab!reader

summary: you two haven’t spoke since senior year graduation, and didn’t end on the best terms.. until he spots you at the place he least expected

you swore yourself up and down you would NEVER speak to nishimura riki again.

before, you two were the bestest of friends, you could say you even managed to catch feelings for him in some way. he treated you with nothing but respect and love.

he offered everything you’ve ever wanted, even homework.

you’ve known him since freshman year, he was the first person you’d turn too whenever you needed ANYONE.

and that was what led you to ask him out, he said yes, and it felt like the best thing you could ever imagine.

but it wasn’t.

the day of your first date, you were told to meet him at a pretty empty park with tall flowers and lots of trees, you wore a pretty white flowing dress with your hair into pigtails,

you made your way to the spot that you were supposed to meet him at, and your heart has never dropped faster before,

there he was, but he wasn’t alone. he was with his.. ex?

she looked up at him, tears in his eyes, niki slowly cupped her face and pressed his lips onto hers, and that was what broke you.

you didn’t understand. why would he say yes to you if he didn’t have things settled with his ex yet. you knew of her, he would always tell you that he was over her thanks your help.

but it sure didn’t look like he was over at right now.

you covered your mouth to hide any noises, and failed miserably, niki’s head snapped back your way, his eyes softening,

“yn-“ he tried but you had already ran off and back home.

graduation came, you didn’t say a word to him, for some reason your heart ached everytime you even looked over at him, as soon as graduation was over, you said your byes to your friends before rushing to the front of the school where your parents awaited in the car.

before niki could find you and speak to you.

you didn’t care about closure, or.. that’s what you thought.

which leads to now. it’s been two year since you’ve heard from him, and let’s say you were doing too well.

your mind was constantly filled with him, every second of the day for two full years.

“i wonder what he’s doing now.” or, “does he have a girlfriend?” “how’s college going for him.” and so much more.

you sighed, closing your laptop, you took off your glasses and slowly got up, the sun was setting soon, you decided to go out and get some fresh air before the night arrived.

you walked to the closet of your small apartment, putting on your shoes, you wore a white flowy dress..

white.. flowy.. dress.. gosh everything reminds you of him. and that day.

you sighed, grabbing your tote bag before leaving out the door,

you made your way down the street, you didn’t have a specific place on where you wanted to go, you just had to get out your room before you actually went insane from thinking too much.

without even realizing it, you walked into a park, you smiled, liking the peaceful atmosphere, but something seemed familiar.

because it was.

you were in the park where you saw him, where you were supposed to have your first official date with him. but.. well, you know what went wrong.

you frowned to yourself and sat on a empty bench, staring at the flowers ahead of you, your mind was just full of him.

like you said, you didn’t care about the closure. but you did. you needed it, it was killing you that you didn’t ask him why he did what he did before storming out that school for the last time.

but, you were the only one who went on a walk.

niki had a grey hoodie on and sweats, airpods in and head down as he walked down the path of the, what he thought, empty park.

his thoughts were eating him alive, he was caught in such a bad situation and never had the chance to explain it to you.

he hasn’t seen you in two years, and it’s been weighing heavy on his heart.

you two were the closest ever, always hanging out after school, getting food or icecream, staying the night, you wouldn’t even notice during movie nights you’d fall asleep on his shoulder as he played with your hair.

he fell in love with you because it was hard not too with how close you guys were. and the first date was ruined before it even started.

he continued to walk, soft music playing in his ears, he finally lifted his head, looking around the peaceful park, his took a deep breath,

but his eyes suddenly stopped,

not on just anything, but on you.

he felt his heart drop, he completely froze and tensed up, you sat on the bench, your facial expression looked empty, compared to how smiley you were in highschool.

and he sighed, knowing it was his fault, he couldn’t fuck this up.

this was probably his last chance he would ever have at speaking to you, so he wiped his sweaty palms on the side of his hoodie before taking slow steps to the bench you sat at,

oh and yes, your heart dropped as well. you saw him in the corner of your eye, but refused to look over at him at all when he sat at the other end of the bench.

if anything, your eyes began to water, you thought you would never see him again after cutting communication with him completely.

you look down at your hands, what do you do in this situation?

before you could speak up, he beat you to it,

“yn…” he says low, which makes your heart ache, hearing him say your name again, you lift your head slowly, turning it to meet his gaze,

his eyes were low, they looked almost heavy, as if he wasn’t getting any sleep, and his expression was filled with concern and worry.

“niki..” you reply, your voice small, you were scared if you even spoke too loud he’d disappear. he sighed and stood up, holding his arms out.

you wanted to reject, but the way your body unconsciously got up and ran to his arms was what stopped you, you wrap your arms around him, not knowing how much you needed this hug,

you sobbed into his chest, niki’s felt his heart breaking, he wrapped his arms around you, tight but not enough to cause you discomfort.

knowing you were crying because of him, made him feel horrible.

“i’ve missed you so much.. i never thought id see you again.” he mumbled in your hair, which was what made you lift your head to look up at him.

you had tears streaming down your cheeks, your nose slightly red from sniffing, “why’d you do it..” you whispered, niki sighed and sucked in his lips,

“i don’t know. she was crying to me about some.. personal family problems.. she asked for just one kiss and of course.. i did it.” he groaned and ran his fingers through his hair,

you didn’t reply, i just looked up at him still, “i’m so sorry yn. im such a idiot for doing that.. i haven’t stoped thinking about you ever since.” he frowned,

you’ve never saw him frown before, and let’s just say, you didn’t like it.

“if i could go back in time and rewind the whole process, id do so with no hesitation.” he cups your face, “i broke your heart. which is what broke mine. i am so sorry..” he whispered,

you felt your eyes water again, you didn’t like the reasoning on why he kissed her, but you couldn’t stay mad at him since it happened years ago,

you melt into his hands, before slowly replying, “i forgive you.”

and niki could burst into flames just from that, he felt his heart connecting back together, “w-what..” he says, lower than a whisper.

“i forgive you niki. i can’t stay mad at you forever can i?” you smiled softly, niki didn’t reply, instead he pulled you back into his embrace, tears pricking in his eyes.

you hugged him back, you’ve been craving this for so long, you wouldn’t let it up so easily.

“please. give me another chance. i promise you i won’t disappoint you again.” he whispered into your hair.

and you couldn’t say no. you slowly nod in return and his grip on your tightened softly. both of you back to where you both belonged.

in each others arms, comforting each other. he was once your best best friend, and he still was. you were willing to forgive AND forget,

just one more try.. the universe brought you two back together for a reason, right?

a/n: i am so sorry for the lack of posts lately! so here’s a big fat drabble i made in two days for you all! hopefully you enjoy, and i am glad to say i amm backkk! <3

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[smiley-mcdoggington]

Sorry can't stop thinking abt Stan being Fidds' semi-lobotomized housewife because. Having the power to erase guilt and shame and regret is Not Good but also. Getting into the habit of memory-wiping someone else? Especially a partner????

The first few times it was just about the portal incident, Stan simply couldn't function with those memories - even though all the memories left were foggy as if they were from lifetimes ago, and he still couldn't say a word. They were innocent, justifiable, even Ford relented that it was better than Stan being terrified of him and his house for reasons Ford knew but would not divulge. Stan had started spacing out for hours at a time, but Fidds thought that might be from the portal.

Fidds assumed they would be taking the portal apart after then, but Ford hesitated. He had seen what it did to Stanley but he still hesitated. So Fidds stormed out, determined to never work with him again. That day he went home and he told Stan that his brother couldn't be reasoned with. Stan said he wanted to go talk to Ford himself - the wipes were starting to hold better, by then, he was almost who he was (with a few more gray hairs). But the conversation went bad, terribly, Ford had been awake for 3 days by then and sitting on the couch next to his brother just calmed him down so much he fell asleep on Stan's shoulder.

Fidds got a call from Ford later that Bill had done something with his sleeping body, and Stan had locked himself in a closet and Ford could see the blood on the handle but Stan wouldn't open the door.

Fiddleford erased that interaction from Stan's memory, too - said he got the bump on his head and the scratches on his arms from a bar fight. Stan didn't believe him, but he learned that questions only brought him migraines. It didn't take as many memory wipes to stick, that time, because by then Ford wasn't seen at all. Fiddleford bought a book on Hanukkah and celebrated it with Stanley in their new shared apartment. Stanley called his Ma and she said he sounded sick but Stanley laughed it off.

Then Stanley woke up from a nightmare - he'd spent a good deal of time on the streets before he had reconciled with Stanford in their early 20s, and every peek Fidds got into that life made his stomach twist. All those memories ever did was burden Stan, and it was just so easy for Fiddleford to hold Stanley's cheek with one hand and the memory gun with the other, erasing the pieces that hurt Stan - selling himself at seventeen, almost freezing in the back of his car, those six months in that prison, the attempts by both criminals and police to kill him. Without them, Stanley was never paranoid, or burdened. He was happier. Fidds had made him happier.

So why stop? Fidds had already made a group for others dedicated to caring for those burdened by the disturbing creatures of gravity falls. Stan was so much happier when he wasnt worried people would short-change him or turn on him - cutting away the last strings tying him down was almost Fidds' duty. Something Fiddleford said scared him? Wiped clean, Stanley didn't have to know about the society of the blind eye. He didn't like what his Ma told him the last time he called? He doesn't remember what she said to him. He misses his brother? He doesn't have to remember Ford. Sure, Stanley had been a lot more submissive lately - almost vacant - but surely that was just because he knew what Fidds did was always for his best interest and he trusted him so implicitly.

Then Fidds came home from his meeting and saw Ford in his livingroom. Ford slammed him into a wall, demanding to know what he was doing to Stan. Fidds said he wasn't doing anything but helping him. Ford said he'd been here for two hours and Stan. Hadn't. Moved. Fidds said he was just having one of his spacing-spells and he would be fine - he was right there. Ford said Stan had soiled himself an hour ago and didn't notice. Fidds said he did that sometimes - probably from the trauma of the portal. Ford started throwing punches, so Fidds made him forget he had a brother.

[caitwritesao3]

“Hey Jason?” Tim padded across the apartment laptop open in his hand. “What is this?”

Jason pulled the earbuds from his ears raising an eyebrow. “Hmm? What are you- oh that, nothing.” He barely glanced at the screen before going back to his book.

Tim plucked the book from his hands and replaced it with the laptop. Pointing at the webpage. “Jason, you have a Zillow account and all that’s on it is you harassing landlords about their prices.”

“Yeah! It’s fucking ridiculous! Have you seen this shit lately?” Jason sat up clicking on one of the listings. “Look, look two bed one bath in Otisburg. 800 square feet, no laundry. The kitchen is the size of a closet and this asshat is asking for nineteen hundred a month!”

Tim crossed his arms shrugging. Jason frowned, clicking another listing. “Studio in Old Gotham, 670 square feet, one window! Laundry in the bathroom, the kitchen doesn’t even have a stove it’s a fucking hot plate! Guess how much!”

Sighing, Tim dropped his hands to his hips. “I don’t know Jason… $500?”

Jason licked his lips, his brows lowering. “Say sike right now… god damn. No! Twenty two hundred! Twenty two hundred dollars a month Timothy!”

“I mean it’s Old Gotham so…” Tim mumbled watching Jason’s left eye twitch.

“Upper East Side, town house. Three bed two bath, basement laundry shared with the other unit. Street parking, which they're charging extra for by the way!” Jason pointed a finger at Tim. “Three thousand seven hundred and ten dollars a fucking month!”

Tim flopped down by Jason’s feet on the couch. “Jason, I don’t see why you’re so riled up about this. You can’t just go calling people ‘leach sucking cunts.’”

“The parking is an extra $200 a month per car!” Jason screeched slamming the laptop closed.

“All of Gotham has adequate public transportation. Not everyone needs a car.”

Jason gently placed the laptop on the coffee table. “Timmy, when was the last time you took a city bus or rode the fucking subway?”

Tim pouted half rolling his eyes. “Irrelevant Jason. You still can’t go around calling landlords names and threatening them.” Tim squealed as Jason wrapped a hand around his ankle and yanked him half into Jason’s lap.

Looming over him Jason nipped his lower lip. “You’ve been half hard since you walked in the room baby bird. Clearly you think it’s hot.”

A flush burned Tim’s cheeks, he tried to turn away but Jason’s hand shot up grabbing his face. Tim breathed heavily through his nose avoiding Jason’s eye contact however he could.

He let out a low moan feeling Jason’s tongue trace the scar at his throat. “Okay fine! Yes I did think it was hot!” Tim admitted tipping his head further back once Jason let go of his face. Instead focused on leaving a deep mark under his jaw.

Jason popped off of Tim’s skin loudly. “You’re such a fuckin’ freak. God I love you!”

Humming Tim rolled his hips up grinding his full hard on into Jason’s thigh. “The landlord from Burnley, you’re not actually gonna put hair remover in his shampoo and steal his cat are you?”

Jason paused, resting his chin on Tim’s chest batting his eyelashes innocently. Tim hooked a leg around Jason’s knee, sending them both to the floor. Tim rolling on top straddling Jason’s waist. “Jason Peter Todd.”

“If Damian happens to have a new pet it’s not my fault!” Jason let Tim pin his hands next to his head. Tim briefly closed his eyes growling. “You gonna punish me for it?”

Tim sat back contemplating with his hands moving to hold Jason’s belt. “I don’t want to because you’d like it too much… but I also love hearing you beg and cry for me.”

[lovinglylibelle]

—𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐮𝐩 { pt. 2 }

pt1 || pt3 (will be posted either today or tomorrow) || pt4

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moodboards will be posted after the series <3

✧. FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

His aesthetic i would say is... dark academia meets street style casual if you know what i mean?? It's hard to explain. anyway

Megumi has a very simple goal, be comfortable while looking good and he does just that. He doesn't even realise it, he just naturally has a way of pulling off just about anything. His sense of style is casual yet chic, streetwear yet classy.

Megumi usually go for dark colours, mostly monochromes like black, gray and white but also occassional dark blue, dark green, olive, maroon etc. and might i just say that he fucking serves those colours??? like!?!?

wears a lot of hoodies and sweatshirts, like a lot. but when he feels hot, he wears oversized tshirts like the one in lost in paradise. These shirts are either solid coloured or graphic tees, sometimes its fan merch, sometimes its from a cool small business with amazing prints.

He carries a cross body bag, for school and yk to carry random stuff and just as a nice way to accesorise.

He wears a simple silver chain around his neck, a thin one just because.

He also wears a few black rings, not chunky tho, he doesn't like his hand empty cause he has LONG fingers.

He kinda switches between leather bracelets and watches, depending on his outfit. Prefers to wear a watch usually. Has them in every color, but prefers black or silver metal.

HE ALWAYS has his headphones with him, so much so that it has become an accessory. He has a collection of headphones actually.

Occasionally, he also wears trench coats. IDC WHAT ANYBODY SAYS but he wears trench coats or long coats.

HE ALSO WEARS TURTLE-NECKS, its his personal favourite actually. Pairs it with trousers.

He actually mostly wears loose trousers or wide leg jeans. It depends on the day.

✧. ITADORI YUUJI

He is so adorable, pleaseeeeeeeee

He LOVES hoodies, like is obsessed with them. You will open his closet and you will see only hoodies with occassional shirts.

He has them in every type, warm hoodies, hoodies for summer, short sleeved hoodies, hoodies with buttons?? he has them all and is proud of his collection.

He does wear t-shirts, but very rarely and just like Megs they are graphic tees of his favourite fandom.

Would wear button ups in special occasions. VERY special occasions

Has a lot of caps too, doesn't wear them all the time tho. He has a great fashion sense so he wears them when they look good with an outfit.

Has a lot of shorts like Inumaki, all sorts of them.

Wears joggers when he is feeling lazy and cargos/wide legs when he has to go out with friends.

Will either look like a model for a photoshoot or homeless, there is no inbetween.

Wears cute bracelets for aesthetic purposes and to look adorable, he loves it when girls notice his bracelets and smile amongst themselves. Makes him feel proud.

He also silently coordinates with Megumi but always plays it as coincidence.Would see what Megumi is wearing and decide his fit accordingly. Its an everyday thing between Itadori and Kugisaki.

He likes light colors believes that they go well with his skintone.

Sky blue, pastel yellow, white, mint, light green etc etc are his go to colours.

Has a very fun vibe going, approachable and cute. AAAAAA he is just a truly adorable little man. i love him.

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[angelicalmaya]

introducing bratty!latina!reader

                                               ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹🥥♡

bratty!latina!reader is the epitome of effortless allure and quiet confidence, a girl who moves through the Outer Banks like she owns it. With her practiced grace and mischievous smile, she’s the kind of woman who leaves a trail of whispers in her wake. Her eyes are full of secrets, her presence commanding without effort. Those who adore her are many, and those who envy her are even more. She knows the power she holds and wields it with a careful, subtle charm. Elegance comes easily to her, but there’s an edge, a sharpness beneath the surface that keeps everyone on their toes.

bratty!latina!reader's wardrobe is a perfect balance of timeless romance and modern rebellion—flowing dresses in sun-bleached pastels, delicate gold jewelry that catches the light in just the right way, and a silk ribbon that floats effortlessly in her hair. Her scent is a heady mix of coconut, white blossoms, and a touch of citrus, lingering like a warm memory. Even in the simplest settings, she stands out—whether lounging on an embroidered towel or sipping a tropical drink, she’s always the image of luxury. Vintage sunglasses perched on her nose, she casts knowing glances that seem to say she’s aware of every set of eyes that watches her, but she’s above it all.

bratty!latina!reader is a study in contradictions—soft, yet unyielding; playful, yet fiercely guarded. She’s the quiet storm that rages beneath the calm surface, the kind of girl who can dominate a room with just a glance and leave you wondering how. In the sun-drenched streets of the Outer Banks, she’s both a mystery and a magnet, drawing eyes without a single word. She’s the summer secret no one can quite figure out, a coquette whose charm is as dangerous as it is irresistible. The rules others follow don’t apply to her; she writes her own, and everyone else is left to catch up.

For rafe, bratty!latina!reader is both an irresistible temptation and the challenge he can’t conquer. She’s the one person who can’t be tamed, the one who leaves him completely off-balance. Despite his arrogance and sense of control, he finds himself captivated by her every move, every smile, every taunt in Spanish that makes him feel both frustrated and drawn in deeper. With her, there’s no predictability, no easy wins. She plays the game better than he does, and while he may not like it, he can't help but want to be part of her world. She’s the one person who makes him feel vulnerable, but in a way that thrills him more than anything else.

bratty!latina!reader’s hold on rafe is both exhilarating and terrifying. She’s the one person he can’t intimidate, can’t manipulate, and it’s that unpredictability that keeps him hooked. Her loyalty is something he’s yet to earn, and she’s not the kind of girl who’s easily swayed by charm or power. She’s a force of nature, beautiful, untouchable, and dangerous in the best way. Rafe can’t control her, and that’s exactly what draws him in—because with her, he’s finally met someone who plays by their own rules, and he’s all too willing to dive into the game she’s created.

WRITINGS

rafe fucking bratty!latina!reader's lights out

MODBOARDS

coming soon !

THOUGHTS

coming soon !

LINKS

her closet

[corralinesage]

Child of September (2/?)

18+ Mature content, pure smut

I hope you guys enjoy this update!! The master list is linked in the title<3

Chapter 2: Capturing memories

You adjusted the thick blanket that covered your shoulders, moving your body enough to get your blood circulation going again after sitting on the couch for most of the cozy afternoon. You glanced at the window, noticing that the autumnal gloom of the clouds had subsided just enough to allow rays of golden sunlight to push through for just a moment before the sun would disappear fully behind the horizon. The apartment smelled like chai, thanks to Natasha who had been in and out of the kitchen ever since breakfast to warm herself up with cups of tea. You were sitting on the living room couch with your sketchbook in your arms, squinting at a questionable drawing of a street view, for once having deliberately chosen to draw something other than people. You hated the black and white sketch, the perspective possibly a little bit off because you lacked a reference and had pulled the image out of your imagination, which had a tendency to never end well. There was a reason why you mostly focused on figure studies and portraits. They were just much more interesting than anything else, especially when you had a live model roaming around your apartment like she owned the place.

“Love, come here”, you called, flipping a new page and closing the book with one of your markers between the covers, tossing it to the side when Natasha walked in, wearing an entire outfit from your closet, although it was far from anything presentable. She noted how much dimmer the lighting was in the room, switching on a reading light on her way to the couch to spare your eyes from excessive strain.

“What is it?” She asked, your eyes studying your favorite pair of sweatpants that Natasha was donning with one of your ribbed tank tops and an oversized, knit cardigan.

“You have your entire closet littered around my bedroom and this is what you wear?” You questioned in disbelief, gesturing for her to come closer.

“It’s what’s most comfortable”, she stated in all seriousness, smiling softly to herself. She straddled your lap when you pulled her down onto the couch, her arms going around your neck as she sank into your embrace.

“Mm, yeah”, you huffed in amusement, slightly distracted by her presence despite the atrocious outfit she had on. Your lips found hers, first pressing down casually in a chaste kiss, but as an idea struck your mind you allowed the kiss to deepen, parting your lips, your tongue brushing against the seam of her lips. She hummed into the kiss, pleased by the sudden course of action you were taking, arching herself closer to you as her cheeks started to flush a soft pink. You had been drawing for hours, spending your day off planning the next assignment that you had been given for the following week, which, truth be told, Natasha wasn’t entirely too fond of when she would've rather had you all to herself. You ran your hands down her sides, sliding them under the waistband of her sweats, your fingers sinking into the bare skin of her behind as you gave her a firm squeeze. She gasped into your mouth, her hips rolling gently into your lap as if she was merely adjusting her position, the touch of her tongue growing just a bit more demanding. You switched angles, bringing your hands back up to her shoulders, unwrapping her arms from your neck to push the cardigan off her. Natasha didn’t protest at all when her top was next to go, leaning back down to kiss you once the garment was off, her nipples hardening in the cool temperature of the room. She stood up for a moment to kick off her pants, revealing a pair of underwear that was most likely yours as well. Natasha ignored the questioning raise of your brow as she sat back down. She felt warm under the touch of your hands as you caressed her back softly, sighing into her mouth from how good she felt against you. There was a brief moment where you had to choose whether to carry out your plan or not, Natasha’s warm, naked body more than inviting, steering you further and further away from your initial intentions. But eventually, you pulled away, both of you panting softly, a playful smirk on Natasha’s lips. Maybe it was finally her turn for some attention. She eyed you for a moment, her fingers playing with a necklace you were wearing.

“Go kneel on the other end of the couch and stay still”, you whispered quietly, the command seeming to linger in the narrow gap between your faces, Natasha blinking her eyes almost comically, doing a double take at your request. She looked at you for a moment, not used to being ordered around in bed but out of curiosity she did as told, moving to the opposite end of the couch where she knelt down, facing you. “Lift your arms up and arch your back”, you instructed her, Natasha giving you a disappointed frown as you pulled your sketchbook back onto your lap.

“What? I have to pose again? Then why did you kiss me?” She whined halfheartedly, following your silent instructions, moving her knees to the right and tilting her chin down. She had been through it before and possessed a vague idea of what you were looking for.

“It gives your cheeks some color”, you smirked, watching her roll her eyes, her blushed skin turning a shade darker. Considering the way you had met for the first time, you were confident that she didn’t mind it. Natasha liked posing for you, loved it. Sometimes she even asked for it. Although, you had a feeling that it had less to do with your art and more to do with your intense eyes on her. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll make it up to you. You just stay still”, you promised, leaning back a bit as you looked at her through only one of your eyes, using your pencil to map out the length and width of her body before starting your sketch with loose lines to figure out the correct proportions.

“You know you always do this”, she mused, staying still as a statue. “You make me pose for you until my nipples fall off from the cold and then you have sex with me”, she argued, her voice carrying a hint of amusement that she tried to hide, making you chortle out a laugh, your eyes returning to her body again. “Here’s an idea. Let’s just have sex like regular people”, she said teasingly, her smile widening when your gazes met. You grinned at her, finding it hard to contain your joy whenever she joked around with you.

“Or you can be the best, most beautiful girlfriend in the world and let me do this without you whining like a big baby”, you retorted, biting your lip as you paused for a moment just to look at the arches of her body, focusing on the lights and shadows, your eyes inevitably returning to her perky nipples. You felt your cheeks heat, maybe you shouldn’t have turned yourself on before starting such a tedious task, but as Natasha eventually quietened down you found it easier to ignore the tickle of warmth in your lower abdomen. She focused fully on you as you worked, much like when she had first met you, the situation sharing many similarities with that specific memory.

You continued to sketch her onto the paper, your pencil capturing every little curve and dent of her knees, shading in the muscles of her thighs before moving higher to define the two spheres on the paper to look more like her breasts. You left her underwear out of the drawing, shading in the space between her legs, biting down on your lip, the urge to be between those muscular thighs washing over you. God, you just wanted to abandon the sketchbook and fall into her embrace, but you kept going because you needed the drawing for an oil pastel piece that you were planning on doing with your new set that you had gotten a few days prior. It had an impressive range of shades, and you were bursting at the seams to finally try them out. You could’ve drawn something else with them, but you just wanted it to be Natasha because you loved her color palette more than anything else, already picturing the way you would capture her ivory skin and auburn hair. You desperately needed to get out of your head before it was too late, your underwear damp enough already. The silence was not helping your overactive and imaginative mind, allowing you the room to recall how good it felt to be sandwiched between those thighs of hers.

“Your hips have such a nice shape to them”, you mumbled, defining the outline of the sketch, following precisely the curve of her waist. The comment might have been odd to someone else, but Natasha had always loved how observant you were with her, intrigued by the way you saw the world around you in different shapes and colors. Your eyes moved to her body again to recheck that the lines of her armpit and bicep were accurate to reality.

“Thank you”, she hummed, smiling softly, your words warming her heart.

“I think you have the prettiest belly button I’ve ever seen”, you continued, Natasha chuckling quietly.

“How many have you seen?” She inquired curiously, trying to distract herself from your heated stare that only seemed to intensify.

“I’ve seen enough and none of them come even close to yours”, you answered, voice laden with amusement. You continued to shade in parts of her body, paying special attention to her curves to make them look every bit as soft and enticing as they were to your eye, using your finger to blend some of the shading to make it appear less harsh, your other hand searching for an eraser so you could fix the angle of the arm that was farther back.

“What do you like about me the most?” She asked quietly, your eyes snapping up to see her face, your lips stretching into a smile. She was so adorable it made your body physically ache.

“Your personality”, you replied honestly, Natasha rolling her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m super cool, but physically. Why do you like to draw me so much?” She asked, genuinely curious about what you saw in her. You sighed heavily, pausing for a moment to think, your eyes remaining on her.

“What I like most about drawing you is you. I love this”, you explained, gesturing your hand between you. “I love that I get to just look at you and draw what I see, capture the moment”, you hummed, Natasha’s smile softening. “If you didn’t know this yet, you’re gorgeous, and who doesn’t like to look at gorgeous things?” You asked rhetorically, smirking her way as you went back to the drawing.

“What do you see in the drawings?” She asked, continuing her method of distraction despite it bringing her no relief whatsoever from the ache between her legs.

“I see glimpses into the past, moments in time. Every piece of my art has a memory or memories attached to it and when I look at the things I’ve created they always bring me back into the moment of creation”, you replied, realizing that it was the very reason you liked to draw and paint her so much.

“I’m in all those memories”, she whispered in mild awe, finally understanding another piece of you that suddenly made so much sense. You nodded your head, thinking back to the dozens of pieces you had made of her over the years you had spent together.

“You’re in all those memories”, you echoed fondly, knowing that that very moment was forever going to be in the sketch that sat on your lap. There was an elongated moment of silence where Natasha just looked at you as you traced the lines of her neck muscles and added some volume to her hair by coloring some of it in before she spoke again.

“I really wanna know, what’s your favorite part of my body”, she asked, eager to know because she knew what her favorite was when it came to you.

“I like so many things about you, little details, stuff others wouldn’t think twice about”, you chuckled, not sure how to decide a favorite out of them all.

“What details?” She inquired immediately, clearly curious about the way you perceived her.

“Well”, you started awkwardly, feeling like she was going to find your answer weird. “I love the way your bottom front teeth are crooked. The right one in the middle is more in the front than the rest. It’s cute”, you hummed, hiding your face from her by deciding that the sketch needed a little more of your attention.

“You need to spend less time in my mouth”, she chuckled, unable to hold in her laughter.

“See, I knew you’d think it’s weird”, you whined, shooting her a look.

“No, no. I love it”, she protested immediately, urging you to keep going. “What else?”

“I love it when you lift your arm to the side and the muscles of your shoulder and chest stick out and if the lighting is right, they look even more defined. It’s really attractive”, you whispered quietly, feeling your cheeks heat. “And I like the way your collarbones and the notch between them frame your chest, very elegant”, you commented, smiling to yourself as you dragged the pencil over said part of her body. “There are these couple little freckles on your left boob. They’re light brown, really subtle. They look like constellations”, you chuckled, Natasha glancing down to look at her chest, suddenly not sure if she had noticed such a thing. “Oh, and that scar on your lower back, the one I said looked like a heart”, you added, reminded of the burn mark Natasha hadn’t even known existed until you pointed it out. You paused for a moment before continuing. “This is so weird.” You cringed at what you were about to say but carried on regardless of it. “I love the way the cartilage in your nose kind of cinches in right before the tip of your nose and it gives it this roundness that’s super cute. And I can’t forget the tiny nose bump, or the way your Cupid’s bow dents right above your lip.” There were too many things, too many parts of her that all deserved your undivided attention. Natasha hid her surprise, impressed by the tiny details that you picked up on when you really studied her as thoroughly as possible. Her gaze was very fond as she looked at you, clearly able to see the way you felt about what you had said, felt about her, realizing just how much the smaller details meant to you, and just how much time you spent staring at her.

“So, which one is your favorite?” She asked softly, so eager to know.

“I don’t wanna say”, you whined, looking up at her with a small wince on your face.

“It’s the teeth, isn’t it?” She smirked, able to see that she was right from your expression.

“I don’t know why!” You groaned defensively. “It’s just cute.” Your tone turned into a quiet, little grumble as you brought your hand over your face to hide from her mirthful eyes.

“All I was looking for was something along the lines of tits or ass, but you really went all in”, she teased, hearing you laugh even louder.

“Stop it! It’s supposed to be endearing”, you moaned, chucking your eraser at her to make her stop teasing you. She allowed it to smack her in the arm, the eraser bouncing under the coffee table. “What’s your favorite then?” You asked bitterly, although you could never actually be upset by her.

“I like your neck”, she hummed, rubbing her lips together as she glanced away, remembering just how good it felt to kiss down your throat or suckle the pulse point under your jaw. She loved to smell your neck, your skin often carrying the scent of your perfume that enhanced your own fragrance. She also liked to nuzzle her face into the crook of your neck especially when you were warm and cozy in bed or when she came home from a long day of work and was finally able to sink into your embrace. She thought about gliding her tongue over your throat, a flush of heat rushing to her cheeks at the mental image that made her stomach lurch.

“I thought it’d be ass. You look like an ass girl.” You smirked playfully, deciding to get some payback.

“Well, maybe if you had an ass to like.” Oh, she looked so cocky, your jaw falling open as you gasped at the severity of such accusations.

“You’re gonna regret that.” You shot her a warning look, moving the sketchbook off your lap, Natasha perking up immediately to see if she was going to be granted the permission to move. “Don’t get your hopes up. I’m just gonna get my oil pastels. Sit tight, Nattypoo.” You stood up, allowing your hand to brush over her stomach and chest, avoiding her breasts as you walked past her into your room. She dropped her pose, moving her arms and back a bit to relieve the ache of her muscles, rolling her shoulders to make them relax as a sigh escaped her. You returned with the oil pastels, sitting down and grabbing a couple of shades you thought would work the best. Natasha lifted her arms back up, but you shook your head, glancing up at her. “You can drop the pose. I’m done with the sketch. I’ll just create the color palette quickly and I’m done”, you hummed in concentration, skimming your fingers over the set of crayons.

You studied the shades of the shadows on her body, mixing burnt sienna and yellow ochre together, using richer browns to deepen the color for the darkest parts. You colored in small squares around the sketch, mapping where each color would go. You chose three different shades of brown for her hair, mixing a bit more crimson with burnt sienna to give it an auburn hue. You inched a bit closer to her on the couch, occasionally lifting the sketchbook up to see how good your color matching skills were before going back to mixing your shades.

“Do you have any weird things you like about me?” You asked as the silence seemed to stretch on and on, feeling the need to keep Natasha entertained for just a little longer. You weren’t expecting anything special since your eyes were trained to look at the world through a different lens, but you wanted to know regardless.

“I like the shape of your lips”, she replied, smiling a bit as she looked at your face, itching to touch you.

“I don’t think that’s weird.” You chuckled, glancing at her impossibly green eyes that lingered on you, Natasha observing any details she could find.

“Okay, well how about this? I like the shape of your nails, both fingers and toes”, she offered, immediately making you smile.

“I think that’s a step closer.” The smile lingered on your face as Natasha continued to think of what exactly she liked about you.

“This should do it, I think”, she started with a small smile on her lips. “I like the way your underwear hugs you so perfectly, the way it accentuates your hips and thighs.” Her voice was low, and she spoke in a quiet, intimate way, almost coming off as dreamy. “I love your pelvis. I love everything about it. The shape, the softness of your skin, the space below your navel. You know where the skin is soft and it’s perfect for biting on your way down.” Her lips curved into a knowing smirk. “I love every dip and curve…” She trailed off, her eyes fixed on you in a blank stare as if deep inside her head. You felt warmth pool in said part of your body, a fluttering feeling more than present in your lower abdomen.

“I like your hands a lot. They’re very capable”, she mused, continuing to voice out her thoughts as she watched the way you held seven crayons in one hand as if holding cigarettes, the other hand coloring the paper. “I like you”, she whispered softly, a tender smile on her face.

“I like you too”, you hummed in amusement, Natasha feeling her chest flutter at your words that felt somehow very intimate even though you verbally expressed your love for the other on a regular basis. You looked at her and then you looked at the paper, your eyes moving down to her chest and nipples that were leaning more toward purple than the rosy pink you desired. She looked a little pale, the blush from earlier no longer anywhere in sight. You scooched beside her, dropping the crayons onto the book, your hands cupping her cheeks and pulling her into a heated kiss. Your touch was very passionate and took Natasha by slight surprise, her brain needing a moment to process the situation so she could react accordingly. She leaned forward, taking your advance as a sign that she was allowed to move around more, eager to touch you and feel your warmth against her cold body. You opened your mouth wider, deepening the kiss, suddenly feeling desperate for her, your moans muffled by her lips. You pulled away, trailing hasty kisses down her chest to find her breasts, your crayons rolling off the book before it slid off your lap and thudded to the carpet below.

Natasha gasped at the way your teeth scraped over her nipple, your lips wrapping around the hardened bud firmly, your face pressing into the softness of her breast. You allowed your hands to find her waist, skimming your fingers over the area, squeezing her hips. When you heard the soft purr come deep from her throat you knew you were a goner, your lips pulling away from her now flushed bud that was a gorgeous shade of rose pink, a color that you adored for its depth and nuance. You switched over to the other side, your dominant hand sliding between her parted knees and up to the apex of her thighs.

“You ruined my underwear”, you noted between kisses, your fingertips feeling around the warm fabric that was damp from her arousal. She merely chuckled, trying to press herself closer to your touch.

“Oops.” She smirked, the playful tone causing heat to rush down to the lower half of your body, her teasing eyes telling you she wasn’t sorry in the slightest. You rose back up to her face, capturing her in another searing kiss, not resisting her at all when she started to lean forward, guiding you to lie down on the couch, finally freeing her aching knees from their bent position and crawling over you. “Mm, you’re so hot”, she whispered against your lips, her heavy breath fanning over your chin. “The way you look at me”, she continued, kissing you again, her soft body pressing into your own, your hands caressing her back, really feeling the weight of her on top. Your heart thudded in your chest, your skin growing warm, blood rushing up your neck and down between your legs as her tongue dipped into your mouth. “You’re concentrated, in your own world”, she panted lightly, her hungry mouth moving to your neck, placing open-mouthed kisses to the underside of your jaw, her tongue licking sloppily over your skin. “It’s so sexy”, she groaned, her voice low, giving it a soft rasp. You brought your hands up, cupping her cheeks to bring her face to face with you, a wide, excited grin spreading onto your lips at her words. She rolled her hips against yours, pressing the warmth of her core into your thin leggings as if to show you exactly what you did to her. Your lower body tingled sharply, your hands moving to her round buttocks to pull her closer, a soft grunt falling from your lips.

“Talk about sexy”, you hummed teasingly, smoothing your hands over the perfect roundness of her backside, giving her a proper squeeze, a quiet moan escaping Natasha. She leaned back into a kiss, immediately capturing your lips with her own, moving her hips again to intensify the pressure between her legs.

“We have got to get you out of these damn clothes”, she grumbled, displeased when the collar of your shirt wouldn’t give in anymore than it already was.

“Mm, let me sit up for you”, you chuckled, pulling your lips free from the suction of her mouth. She helped you upright, her hands immediately sliding under your long sleeve shirt, nearly tearing it off your body, a joyous laugh resonating in the living room when she shoved you back down onto the cushions, crawling back enough to pull off your underwear and leggings in one go before removing her ruined panties as well.

Once you were fully bare for her, she climbed back over you, sinking into your body as her lips searched fervently for yours, needy for your touch. You bucked your hips against hers, feeling the way her short hairs brushed over your pelvis, your moan muffled by her mouth as your tongues brushed together, desperate to deepen the kiss. Her rushed breaths puffed against your skin, her warmth and proximity making you feel almost feverish. Your hands were greedy, tugging on her flesh to bring her impossibly close, guiding the movement of her hips as she ground into you. She let out a strangled grunt when she found enough friction, the movement of her body becoming rougher, her sex pressing into your skin. It was all so sudden, so passionate, so wonderfully thrilling that all you could do was take it as it was. She kissed you harder, more desperately, the touch of her lips bruising, teeth biting into your lower lip until it slid out of her grasp. She didn’t give you time to catch your breath before her lips were back on yours again, unable to stay away. You brought your fingers to her folds, coating them in her slick before rubbing them lazily against her. It made Natasha practically shiver on top of you. She let out a hum, drawing her lower lip between her teeth as her eyelids fluttered shut, her reaction to your touch sending a jolt of electricity down your spine. Her lips parted in a soft gasp when your fingers found her entrance, slipping inside with ease. She let out a pleased hum, pushing her hips down on you to bring herself closer to your hand in an attempt to make you go deeper.

“Mmh, fuck”, she moaned, her back arching as she ground down, feeling insatiable, your fingers unable to reach the depths she desired. “More”, she whispered, lifting her hips up enough to easily allow you to add another finger. She was so warm, the heat of her wet core making your stomach lurch as you pumped your fingers in and out, feeling the sensitive skin inside, your fingertips skimming over the roughness of her walls in the exact spots she liked it. Natasha moaned, slowly starting to match the rhythm you had set for her, bouncing lightly on top of you, mind more than focused on the way your fingers rubbed at her entrance with each thrust, the way your palm pressed up against her clit. Your other hand found her waist, sliding up her bare back to bring her down so you could kiss her, but you spoke before your lips connected.

“This is what I want to capture in my art”, you mumbled, finding her lips in a wet, hungry kiss that left Natasha breathless. “This is what I remember when I look at my work”, you whispered between feverish kisses, your lungs burning from the lack of oxygen. You kissed down her neck, pleased to feel her arch her back enough to bring her chest into your reach. You cupped her breast with your free hand, massaging it lightly before bringing your mouth to the soft, inviting skin, your tongue poking out to lick over her nipple.

“All drawings of me are filled with dirty memories”, she chuckled, feeling you smirk against her breast.

“Maybe”, you huffed in amusement, biting down on her flesh a bit teasingly as you curled your fingers inside her. Natasha’s eyes squeezed shut as she muffled a groan.

“No wonder you love ‘em so much”, she mused, struggling to talk as your thumb found her clit.

“I want to taste you”, you murmured against her chest, slowly pulling your fingers out of her, gaining Natasha’s attention immediately. She looked down at you, her face flushed from desire, lips a rough pink that you only ever saw on her during sex. “I want to make you feel good”, you added in a slightly pleading tone, hoping to make up for all the time she had spent posing. Natasha smirked, excited by the change in your tone.

“How much do you want it?” She asked in a mild challenge, setting tone for the intimate moment between you, looking to hear you beg.

“More than anything else”, you assured her, gazing up at her through your lashes. You could see from her face that she was feeling playful that night.

“How… much?” She asked in a low croon as she leaned closer to you, her lips hovering over your own. You knew what she was after, your fuzzy mind unable to do anything but oblige her.

“Please”, you nearly whispered, attempting to connect your lips, but Natasha pulled back.

“What do you want, malyshka?” She asked softly, her tone a little teasing because she knew you struggled voicing out your desires sometimes.

“I want your pussy.” Your tone was mellow, tinted by a hint of shame, your cheeks heating violently at your words.

“What do you want with it?” She continued, your breath feeling shallow as you felt your body push out more slick to smear into the insides of your thighs.

“I want… I want to give you head”, you said hesitantly, trying to go around the matter to avoid the humiliation of actually saying what you wanted.

“And how would you do it?” She hummed, dropping her mouth to the side of your neck, slowly kissing you with firm pressure, her lips sucking on your skin to mark you as she waited for your response.

“How would I give head?” You asked in confusion, feeling her nod against your neck.

“You and I both know what you really want”, she hummed, sinking her teeth into your flesh, biting down enough to make it sting.

“I want to bury my face between your legs”, you whispered breathlessly, your back arching off the cushions the lower her mouth went.

“You can say it, detka”, she chuckled, a sense of encouragement in her slightly demeaning tone.

“I wanna be smothered by you.” You were unable to look her in the eyes, your body on overdrive from arousal. All you wanted was to please her, you wanted her to use you for her own pleasure. You wanted nothing more than to be consumed by her.

“By my what?” She prompted again, earning a little groan from you.

“Your pussy”, you moaned in defeat, her teeth sinking into your shoulder.

“Mm, such a good girl”, she murmured, trailing kisses down your naked chest to find your nipple. She sucked on it harshly, her soft moan muffled by your breast. You felt your chest flutter with pleasure both from her touch as well as her words, your head feeling rather light, spinning with desire. “Are you gonna be good for me?” She asked softly as she pulled away, finding your doting eyes. You nodded, starting to sit up to change your position, but she made you halt. “Are you?” She pressed on, wanting you to use your words.

“Yes, Natasha, the best”, you promised her, Natasha smirking at you knowingly.

“Get on the floor”, she hummed almost dismissively, guiding you to kneel down on the living room carpet before positioning herself to face the back of the couch, her backside level with your face. Her skin was silky smooth, the shade of ivory carrying a hint of warmth as the blood rushed quicker beneath it. She was gorgeous, her skin reminding you of marble, every dip and curve on her body itching to be touched as if you would have been carving a sculpture, molding a piece of clay. She was soft and pliable, flexible, but firm, oh-so unyielding and compelling. You couldn’t have looked away had you tried to. You brought your hands to her hips, immediately pressing your lips down on her toned back, placing soft kisses across the small of her back as your hands smoothed over her hips and the curve of her buttocks. She leaned forward to find some support from the couch backrest so she could relax into your touch, pushing her hips back to give you more than an ample view of her soaked sex.

“Fuck”, you sighed under your breath, your hands smoothing over her perfectly rounded glutes as you took in the sight before you, eyes lingering on her pink folds, the shade deep and rich from stimulation. Natasha felt a flush of warmth go through her as she imagined the look on your face, more than glad to know that you liked what you were seeing. You trailed your lips down to her backside, leaving behind wet, open-mouthed kisses until you reached her buttocks, massaging them with your hands, spreading her open for you. “You look so perfect”, you murmured, bringing your mouth back down on her, biting the fullness of her curves to truly feel her in every way possible, a slight hiss coming from Natasha. “I should paint you from this angle.” It wasn’t entirely a joke despite the hint of humor in your tone, your eyes roaming all over the arch of her back and the way her muscles undulated beneath her pale skin as you slowly inched your mouth closer to her sex. You could practically feel her warmth against your face, smell her scent, her wetness more than inviting, her throbbing body begging you to touch her. Natasha’s breath hitched, her response threatening to die down in her throat from the level of anticipation she felt.

“Good luck trying not to get distracted”, she scoffed after composing herself, parting her knees a bit wider and tilting her pelvis to give you better access. You chuckled at her words, unable to hold yourself off for any longer. You wanted her so badly, so badly your entire body was buzzing. You gripped her hips, pulling her cheeks apart to spread her open for you, your mouth finding her warmth on its own. You licked up the arousal that was gathered at her entrance, your tongue pressing into her with firm pressure, hands pulling her closer to your face. You heard Natasha grunt, clearly swallowing down her moan as she gripped the couch cushions hard enough to hurt them. The sound made you smile against her, forcing you to pull away a bit to gather yourself, your smile only widening when Natasha pushed back, searching for your touch.

“Patience”, you said teasingly, Natasha whipping her head around to look at you, giving you a warning look that quickly turned into an amused one.

“Yeah, uh-huh.” It was mocking. You both knew who was in control. She straightened herself slightly more upright to be able to reach you better, her hand sliding to the back of your head, gently pulling you back between her legs. You let out a small laugh, Natasha’s eyes rolling to the back of her head from the vibration. You opened your mouth wide, lapping at her core with enthusiasm, her hand remaining at the back of your head to make sure you stayed where she wanted you. It made you giddy, so unbelievably excited, your abdomen swarming with fresh butterflies, the apex of your thighs throbbing with want as you coated your face with her arousal. You nuzzled into her scent, working your tongue against her just the way she liked it, Natasha’s hips starting to push back to meet the rhythm of the pressure and friction you were providing her, clearly searching for more. You let out a small moan, trying to press yourself even closer to her, licking a wide stripe up her sex, but you knew it wouldn’t be enough, your lips finding her clit, wrapping around the nerves in a firm suction. Natasha let out a low moan, the kind that groped the very bottom of your stomach, a jolt of thrill going through you as her grip tightened at the back of your head. She ground down on your face, searching for more pressure, quiet panting coming from her, her back arching as much as her body would allow it to, muscles starting to cramp in anticipation, but just when you thought you had brought her to the edge, she pulled away from you, letting go of you. She turned sideways on the couch, her flushed face coming into your view, cheeks dusted a sheer shade of rose, lips as pink as they could get. Now that was something for you to paint.

“Come, krasotka, I want to sit on that pretty face of yours”, she said softly between labored exhales, her hand reaching for your arm to guide you to lie down on the couch for her. “I want to see you when I come.” You tried to hide your smile that tugged at the corners of your mouth and the burst of excitement consuming your chest, but you failed, grinning like a fool as you climbed onto the couch, sliding beneath Natasha as she encased your head with her knees. She leaned back a bit, sitting down onto your chest, her left hand coming up to your face, brushing aside some of your hair before caressing your face affectionately. “Such a gorgeous girl I got”, she hummed, obsessed with the admiring look in your eyes, your hands smoothing up her thighs, caressing her hips and waist rather automatically. “So pretty.” Her voice was nothing but a quiet croon, a pleased smirk finding her lips when she felt you attempt to tug her closer to you. She loved how eager you were, how devoted you were to the craft. “And apparently impatient too.” She let out a soft chuckle, warmth filling her chest at the shy smile on your face. “You wanna make me come?” She asked in that low voice of hers, still caressing your features with her fingertips.

“Mhm, please.” Was all you managed to get out, giving her hips another tug.

“What was that?” She was jeering, looking to have a bit of fun with you before she would begin to lose her composure to the throbbing pleasure between her legs.

“Please, Natasha.”

“Please what, darling?” She wiped her thumb across the curve of your lower lip, smiling softly.

“Let me make you come.” You tugged at her hips again, the mere sight of her above you making your heart race unbearably fast. “Please, Natasha.” Her smile widened.

“Come where?” Oh, what a little shit. You almost wanted to groan from frustration.

“Come on my face.” She acquired a pleased look onto her face, yet she still feigned her uncertainty and made it seem like she was mulling the matter over in her head. Your nails dug into the flesh of her hips when you felt her arousal wet the skin on your chest. You felt dizzy from desire, impatient and restless. You were so hungry for her, the longing pull in your chest becoming unbearable. “Please, Natasha. Let me make you come on my face.” Her smile turned into a pleased grin.

“I knew you had it in you. I’m no mind reader”, she reminded you. The smug look on her face was not helping you with your predicament in the slightest. She was pushing all the right buttons to turn you into a whiny, miserable, yet desire-crazed mess. “Go ahead, baby.” She chuckled at your enthusiasm as she lowered herself onto your face, your mouth opening automatically for her. Natasha’s thighs trembled slightly as she held herself up to avoid being too rough, her body throbbing with the need to grind down on your velvety tongue, eager to chase after her postponed orgasm. She sighed in relief when you kissed her sloppily, your lips sucking softly on her sensitive skin, your tongue only barely brushing over her clit before you opened your mouth again to fit as much of her into your mouth as possible, burying yourself into her warmth. Natasha’s back arched, hips rolling against your tongue, a small whimper falling from her lips at how incredibly satisfying it felt to be touched, her hand finding the couch backrest again for some support. You could tell she was trying to be careful, keeping most of her weight off you, nearly hovering over you, but you knew you could take her, and she knew too, she simply needed to be reminded of that. You smoothed your hands up her thighs, caressing her gently as you swirled your tongue over her folds, rapidly building her pleasure back up to its peak. You gripped her hips rather roughly, hugging her lower half as you yanked her whole body weight down on you, Natasha gasping at the increase in pressure, her eyes fluttering open to see you, finding you looking up at her with encouragement and adoration. Her stomach lurched at the sight of you eating her out like you were starved, her composure starting to waver the closer she got to her high.

“Not too rough, is it?” She asked you, out of breath, your wandering hands making it harder for her to concentrate as they trailed up her middle, cupping her full breasts.

“No”, you mumbled incoherently, Natasha hissing at the sensation, her hips jerking forward on their own. She couldn’t hold herself off for any longer, giving into the inviting warmth of your mouth, allowing your hands to guide the movement of her hips as she rode your face. The way her lithe body rolled against you reminded you of ocean waves, her breasts bouncing enticingly with each jolt of her hips. Your jaw was growing tired, your tongue feeling thick in your mouth, but you were determined enough to get her off to keep going. You couldn’t breathe properly, but you barely even noticed, mesmerized by her quiet, desperate moans and her sculpture-like body that only seemed to look even better from your angle that accentuated her curves. The brief idea of making a miniature sculpture of her entered your mind, your wandering hands already memorizing the way her body felt beneath your touch.

“F-fuck”, Natasha moaned, the sound coming out reserved, like she hadn’t quite been able to contain it. She spread her knees wider, smothering your face with her sex, gasping for air as her clit pressed against your nose time and time again, her tense hips snapping erratically into your mouth, her orgasm reaching her with such intensity she could do nothing but tremble. She tried to swallow down the high-pitched whines that pushed up her throat, but they slipped out with each hasty exhale she let out, waves of pleasure crashing through her. You could feel her core pulse against your mouth, her body pushing out more of her arousal to smear over your sticky face. You conformed into the movements of her body, your hands on her waist, holding her gently as she used your mouth to prolong her pleasure.

She let out a long groan when the pleasure finally subsided, turning into a soft buzz that made her body relax as the warmth settled into her muscles and made her want to sink right into your embrace. Her eyes met yours, gaze hazy from the euphoria she had just experienced, her mind fuzzy, longing for your attention. You licked up her folds gently, earning a sigh from Natasha as she slowly eased her weight off your face and lay down on her back over your body, unable to support herself for any longer. The room was filled with your labored exhales as you both caught your breaths, collecting yourselves to be able to speak and move again. Her odd position and the quiet, unanimous puffing made you chuckle, your head lifting off the cushions to reach the apex of her thighs. You kissed her sex gently, moving your mouth to her inner thigh, biting her lightly before suckling the soft flesh hard enough to leave a mark, your fingertips smoothing over her body in a soothing caress, going up her sides and to her chest, your arms eventually wrapping around her lower half in a hug.

“Fuck me”, Natasha sighed in exhaustion, carefully sitting back up and climbing off your body. Her comment made you laugh, an intense blush creeping up your neck to warm your cheeks. You loved it when she was impressed with you, whenever you managed to please her exceptionally well. Natasha looked down at you as you slowly sat up, her lips pursing slightly as she fought the smile on her face, her stomach doing a flip from seeing your flushed appearance.

“You took me so well, detka.” Her tone was praising, her hands automatically fixing up your hair a bit in a caring gesture. She sat down beside you, her hand cupping your cheek to bring you closer, so she could plant her lips on yours. Your knees opened to the sides to allow her closer to you as she deepened the kiss, her lips parting. “Mmh, you’re such a good girl”, she whispered against your lips, the touch of her hands so delicate on your face. You could do nothing but smile, your heart fluttering from the praise you received. She held you close for a moment longer before pulling away, reaching down to the floor to find her shirt, bringing it up to wipe your face clean from the mixture of saliva and come that lingered on your skin. It made you chuckle, a bright smile finding Natasha’s lips. “You’re so beautiful”, she hummed, holding you almost delicately, a stark contrast to the way she had fucked your face just a moment ago. You actually felt a bit sore, but you didn’t mind it in the slightest because the way she looked at you made your head fuzzy from affection as well as lust.

“So are you”, you hummed with a small smirk on your face. “I got inspired again”, you chuckled, Natasha’s brow arching in curiosity, waiting for you to elaborate. “I want to make a sculpture of you.”

“A sculpture?”

“Yes. You’re my muse”, you said playfully, Natasha looking away to hide the small grin on her lips. “I want you in every single piece of art I make”, you hummed, Natasha’s eyes finding your own.

“You’re incredible”, she praised, her hand finding your waist, sliding down to the top of your thigh, stroking the smooth skin there idly, itching to dip her fingers down between your legs.

“Will you pose for me again?” You asked her softly, even though you knew that she would. You didn’t even have to ask.

“Oh, there’s no doubt about that”, she chuckled lowly. “I could never refuse this kind of treatment”, she mused brightly, noticing your hips shift a bit as you tried to ignore the ache in your lower abdomen. Your eyes dropped down to your lap as Natasha’s hand moved to your damp inner thigh to feel the wetness that you had smeared all over yourself by squeezing your thighs together. She gave you a look, a knowing smirk donning her lips. “I think it’s time you get some attention yourself”, Natasha hummed in a low, sensual tone, leaning closer to your ear, kissing your neck gently. “What does my pretty baby want?” She whispered, shivers going down your spine as your forearms broke out in goosebumps. “You can ask for anything at all.” All you got out was a quiet moan, your body feeling so heavy. You just wanted closer to her, you wanted to feel her lips on your neck, you wanted her to mark you, to make sure everyone knew that you were hers. It was ridiculous. You were so far gone, and she hadn’t even touched you. She kissed down your neck, her tongue poking out to caress your skin as she placed open-mouthed kisses over the column of your throat and the underside of your jaw, occasionally nipping you. “What do you want?” She asked again between kisses, moving closer to your mouth. You couldn’t speak, far too focused on her plump lips that finally reached your own. Your moan was muffled by her mouth, your hand searching for hers, guiding it between your legs.

You desperately needed to find relief from the relentless pressure that was making you almost feverish with want. You kissed her harder, brushing your tongue against her own, Natasha opening her mouth wider to deepen the kiss. Her right hand rose up to your neck, fingertips mindlessly caressing the sensitive skin there before her hand found purchase on the side of your neck, thumb stroking softly over the column of your throat. It made your head spin, Natasha swallowing each small, airy moan you let out, her left hand tracing the shape of your folds languidly. Your hips jerked slightly when she tapped your clit with faint pressure, your hands coming up to cup her cheeks, pulling her closer to you, Natasha finding herself back on top of you in no time as you slumped down onto the cushions. She let out a small chuckle, pleased to feel your bare skin against her own as she settled over you, her hips pressing her hand against your core, offering you enough pressure to make you dizzy. She leaned back in to kiss you, the movement of her mouth slow and sensual, her wet tongue brushing only briefly over your lips before she sucked on your top lip delicately. Her breath was sweet and warm, her scent still heavy on your lips and chin, a waft of her perfume mixing with the smell of her arousal. You allowed your hands to sink into her loose curls, tousling up her hair as your fingers scratched gently over her scalp. You couldn’t get enough of her, your body screaming for more of her attention.

Your hips bucked up, searching for her hand, your walls fluttering expectantly. You couldn’t take any more teasing, any more kissing. You needed relief from the numbing tingle in your lower body, your dominant hand leaving her hair to find her hand. Natasha eased herself off your body a bit, her arm braced against the couch cushions to put a few inches between your bodies, allowing you to guide her hand where you wanted it. Arousal shot through you like a bolt of lightning as you took in her flexed abs and the tensed muscles of her shoulder and arm, your mind so incredibly greedy for her. She was too beautiful, too attractive, prompting you to forget about your own pleasure, your hands caressing her waist before rounding to her back and sliding up, feeling the impressive muscles there.

“What?” Natasha asked quietly, a small smirk on her face as she tried to decipher what was going on in your mind.

“You’re so sexy, mesmerizing really”, you whispered, grinning up at her, Natasha rolling her eyes. “Mmh, how are you so attractive?” You moaned, caressing her body, your hands sliding down her front. “I’m obsessed”, you admitted, Natasha chuckling softly.

“I know you are, malyshka”, she crooned, thinking back to all the paintings and drawings you had of her. It was rather obvious to her and everyone else just how obsessed you were with her. You scrunched your nose in mild embarrassment, but the expression was wiped away from your face the second you felt her fingers press over your clit. Your eyes fluttered shut as your chin tilted up, Natasha taking the opportunity to press kisses on your jaw and neck. “You’re so wet. Oh, wow”, she chuckled, her fingers slipping inside in one go. The sensation made you gasp, your hips shifting restlessly, begging for her to move, but she pulled out completely instead, bringing her soaked fingers between you. “Almost too wet”, she smirked teasingly, licking up the slick that clung to her digits. “Fuck”, she whispered, unable to hide her smirk. “This might get messy”, she mused, warmth flushing your cheeks as you took in the sight of Natasha sucking on the tip of her index finger like you were the most delicious delicacy she had been graced with.

“Oh, we shouldn’t be on the couch”, you lamented halfheartedly, Natasha smirking brightly.

“Fuck the couch”, she murmured, kissing down to your breasts as she slowly pulled away from you, kneeling down between your parted thighs. You giggled at her comment, adjusting your position on the cushions, finding a pillow for your head. Natasha grabbed the pair of sweats off the floor, placing the fabric beneath your hips to protect the couch, despite her initial indifference.

“I love you”, you whispered playfully, touched by the fact that she knew you well enough not to mess up your perfect couch.

“I love you too”, she hummed, pressing a kiss on your knee, her gaze dropping down to your glistening sex, hand moving between your legs on its own accord. She bit your thigh gently, her thumb caressing your folds, clearly appreciating how beautiful you looked splayed out for her. You felt your walls clench, the cool air of the living room offering some relief to your heated skin, but it wasn’t enough. She rubbed slow circles over your clit, a soft whine coming from you purely out of desperation. You needed so much more than the gentle touch of her thumb. You tried to press yourself closer to her, wiggling your hips a bit, but it offered you no relief. You grabbed her hand, appreciative of the muscles and veins of her forearm, biting down on your lower lip as you watched the way the blue and green veins bulged out the slightest bit. You guided her fingers to your entrance, Natasha’s gaze shifting automatically to see your face as she slowly slid her fingers inside, filling you up. Your mouth parted in a silent gasp, your eyelids fluttering shut, the grip on her wrist tightening as you immediately started to pump her hand into you, so desperate for more stimulation. She kissed your knee again, clearly missing your lips as she curled her fingers inside you, feeling around your sensitive walls, any movement of her hand causing a jolt of pure lust to go through you. You needed more.

As if fully aware of the thoughts flying inside your head, Natasha brought her thumb to your clit, pressing down on it as she began to move her hand a bit more. She leaned over your body, kissing your lips before going down your neck, her fingers going as deep as they could. Your eyes closed at the pleasure that stirred inside you, hips bucking into her hand impatiently as you tried your best to focus on the way her perfect lips kissed down your collarbones and found your breasts, sucking on the silky flesh before finding your sensitive nipple. The touch of her mouth was much more gentle, slow and sensual, whereas her hand was growing rougher by the second. You heard the loud squelching you were making but you didn’t care, the sound only spurring your arousal on. Your body was so heated, on such overdrive that you felt helpless.

“Natasha”, you moaned quietly, feeling like you were going to burst if she didn’t fuck you harder. She only smiled against your breast, opening her mouth again, her teeth sinking into flesh in a gentle bite. It made your mind blank, your clit throbbing with the need to be touched properly.

“Say it again”, she murmured, her tongue licking over the swell of your breast. She let out a small moan, her left hand stilling as she poured all her focus on the softness of your heaving chest.

“Natasha”, you whined, the sound of your pleading voice making Natasha’s head spin. You groaned quietly, squirming beneath her. “Please.” You moved your hand back between your legs, starting to rub hasty circles over your clit to make the unbearable burn more manageable. She tutted you softly, pulling away from your perfect breasts.

“Let me”, she hummed, kissing down your abdomen, her teeth dragging over the space below your navel, placing gentle bites here and there whenever she couldn’t resist it. Her warm mouth moved across your heated skin and down to the apex of your thighs. You took in a ragged breath when her lips peppered firm, wet kisses over your pubic bone, her teeth scraping over the sensitive area before she finally replaced your fingers with her plump lips. You could have cried from relief, her tongue massaging your clit without any further teasing. The air left your lungs as she moved her left hand inside you, setting a steady pace that would build up your release in no time. You were burning up, your lungs feeling weak with each hasty exhale you let out, a moan escaping you here and there, your head feeling light and airy in the midst of all the pleasure you were feeling.

“Natasha”, you panted, trying your best to communicate to her that you needed her to bring you over the edge or you were going to lose it. Your hand found her left one, your nails sinking into her wrist as you tried to make her go fast, go harder. You let out a deeper moan, a real one, allowing yourself to let go for just a second to hopefully appeal to Natasha’s generous side. You knew she couldn’t resist you, not when you sounded like you were falling apart, like you wanted nothing but her attention, and her attention only. “Oh, Nat-” You moaned in desperation, your back arching, her mouth remaining relentlessly on your sensitive sex. You wouldn’t be able to take it for a second longer. You yearned for her. You needed her to push you over the edge. You needed her so badly. “Mmh, please”, you whimpered, feeling Natasha lose her composure for a moment, her mouth twitching slightly in a smile that threatened to overtake her entire face.

She took a brief moment to rub her lips together, adjusting the angle of her head before bringing her mouth back down to your core, suckling your flesh, flicking her tongue roughly over your clit, the stimulus hitting every single nerve in your body with such intensity you could do nothing but conform to her touch, your back arching, hips bucking into her hand and mouth. Your muscles cramped, toes curling from pleasure, hands searching for something to grip to contain the intensity of what you felt. You couldn’t hear, you couldn’t see, you could only feel. She was everywhere. The coil in your lower abdomen only tightened, becoming unbearable in the matter of a couple seconds, your body hot and sweaty, more than ready for release, and then it hit you full force, the pressure releasing in a sudden orgasm that finally allowed your body to relax. Your walls clamped down on Natasha’s fingers, making sure she stayed inside you as your body writhed in pleasure, waves of warmth swallowing you from head to toe. You held your breath, focusing every ounce of your attention on your orgasm, your release more than satisfactory, especially because it was a result of Natasha’s efforts. She pulled her fingers out of you as gently as she had put them in, flattening her tongue over your folds as she cleaned up the excessive amount of slick your body was producing. You heard and felt her chuckle, the sensation making your body jolt. You responded to it with a small huff, your eyes remaining shut as you reveled in the comfort of your release, feeling your body sink into the softness of the couch, your arms welcoming Natasha into your embrace on their own accord. You got your face full of her hair, its scent hitting your nose in the most intoxicating way, a smile spreading onto your lips. You inhaled the sweet smell, heady with its familiarity and safety. You hugged her close to your chest, overwhelmed by everything that you were feeling, Natasha snuggling into your breasts, pleased to be pressed up against you.

“You’re mmh-” Natasha moaned, pressing her mouth on the side of your breast, kissing the soft skin repeatedly.

“I’m what?” You chuckled, running your fingers lightly down her back.

“Everything”, she hummed, licking a nipple into her mouth. Her words made you smile, eyes fluttering shut at the warmth of her tongue. You turned to your side, sliding Natasha beside you so you would be able to see her face as you cuddled. She looked up at you, smiling softly, her cheeks tinted a soft red, eyes green and bright, as always. You couldn’t pull your gaze off her, your heart squeezing from just how beautiful she was, your smile widening into an excited grin. Sometimes you couldn’t believe that she was yours. She leaned up onto her elbow to be able to kiss you, her sex-swollen lips finding your own. They were so perfectly rosy, so plump, so easy to get lost in. You parted your lips to deepen the kiss, feeling her tongue brush against your own languidly. It was a comforting kind of kiss, one that filled you with love and affection instead of lust and passion.

“I could look at you forever”, you whispered once she pulled away, her eyes flicking between your own for a moment before she leaned down again to place a gentle peck on your lips. You both fell silent after that, the warmth and glow of sex lingering between you, Natasha’s soft body pressed into yours as she caressed your face idly, observing every arch and curve of your features.

“I wish I knew how to paint this”, Natasha whispered, brushing her fingers down the side of your face, wiping away a couple of rogue hairs.

“What?”

“This feeling, you, your face”, she hummed softly, her thumb caressing your lips, eyes fixed on their roundness, enticed by the depth of their color.

“You can”, you assured her, Natasha huffing through her nose.

“I can’t even draw”, she protested, earning a small chuckle from you.

“You don’t need to be able to draw”, you reminded her gently. “You can just use colors, make it abstract”, you explained, looking up at her with a small smile.

“But it won’t capture your beauty”, she said quietly, mildly upset that she wasn’t able to create the way you did.

“Anything you make will be beautiful”, you reasoned, moving your head enough to be able to reach her hand and give it a kiss.

“You’re just saying”, she grumbled with a little pout.

“No. I’m serious. Maybe we should try it out. I know you’ve got an artist in you”, you said teasingly, tickling her side gently, making her smile a shy, little smile.

“You’re so beautiful.” She had a reverent look in her eyes. “I would only ruin your beauty”, she lamented, her fingers never leaving your facial features, finding different ways to caress and pet you. “I ruin things”, she whispered almost silently, halfheartedly, her words nothing but a breath in the stillness of the living room.

“Impossible”, you countered just as softly. “Every piece of art I’ve made has been infinitely better with you involved.” Natasha smiled at that. “You make my world turn, and all that crap.”

“Is that so?” She acquired a bit of humor into her demeanor, amused by your wording.

“Absolutely.” You looked up at her, holding her gaze for a few heartbeats, both of you fully present in the moment. “I mean it, Natasha. You don’t even know how much I mean it.” Her arms tightened around you to make sure you were secure in her embrace. She nuzzled her face into your neck, searching for the warmth of your skin.

“I may not know it, but I feel it.” Her voice was so delicate that it made your heart ache as you held her close, kissing any part of her you could reach, until her skin simply wasn’t enough, your lips craving her own.

“I want kisses”, you mumbled, pulling back, very aware of the tears in your eyes but you didn’t care if she saw them because you felt so safe. She smiled up at you, welcoming you down to kiss her perfect lips. You pecked them once, pulling back to see her face before kissing her firmly again. You loved the feel of her soft lips, the squelch of your mouths, the way your chests pressed together. You loved her. You were obsessed with her, with her soul, her body, her mind. You kissed her again, unable to hide your smile. She held your face so delicately, responding to each and every one of your kisses. You kissed her maybe twenty times. Maybe more. Maybe a hundred times and when you had kissed her for what you thought was the final time, she pulled you back in for another silly, little peck.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

sashisu call each other gay as an insult (they’re all queer) and get chewed out in public i think

[your-compadre-infinity]

Sonic : Haven’t told a soul he’s dating Shadow

Surge : Haven’t told a soul that she’s dating Amy

[netwatchsucks]

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» cyberpunk 2077 | click for best quality

[thesleepykettle]

I woke up to friends and family, found and blood, reaching out about their fear.

We will keep living. We won't disappear. If you need to go into stealth mode to survive, that's okay. Those of us who can will keep being as visible as we can.

It will be hard. But we will keep living.

We will be here.

[t4tstarvingdog]

had the craziest nightmare today. hit every nightmare genre and added a new one just for me

[icanseethefuture333]

Bada I know what you are...

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