#YEAH! FEELS GOOD TO GET BACK IN MUSICAL SHAPE AFTER A WHILE

[burekforsatoru]

meddle about

sebastian(stardew valley)/f!reader | read it on ao3 you can't stare at him while he's on stage without expecting him to offer to take you back to his house and meddle about, right? wc: 4.2k tags: smut, piv sex, oral sex, unprotected sex 𓇼 ⋆.˚ masterlist

the music was vibrating in my chest.

i repeatedly cursed myself for forgetting the damn earplugs, but they had said it would just be a little, quickly put-together gig. sam was so sweet, inviting me in person instead of relying on the posters he had put up around pelican town, making sure i knew when to get to the bus stop. 

“make sure you're there by 4,” he had said with an excited smile on his face, “or we'll leave without you.”

now, several hours after we'd all bumped along the long stretch of road to zuzu city (all of us apart from sebastian, who apparently insisted on taking his motorcycle), i stood in a crowd bigger than i’d expected, shoulders bare as i tied my shirt around my waist.

it got stuffier as the evening went on, band after band filled the stage with their energy and music, the goblin destroyer already having finished their set. sam found me in the crowd, already pumped with adrenaline after strumming the guitar and singing their first ever set. 

he excitedly shouted into my ear, something about the band currently playing on the stage, gesturing wildly with his hands, but i couldn’t follow. not fully, anyway. sebastian stood next to him with a somewhat bored expression on his face, taking the finished cigarette and dropping it to the ground where he stepped on it with the heel of his shoe. 

“...do you want one?” sam poked my bare shoulder, expecting me to answer, but i hadn’t even heard the question. 

“what?” i shouted back, getting on my tiptoes to reach his ear.

“getting a beer, you want one?”

i shook my head, waving as he did a thumbs-up with both his hands before turning and starting towards the bar. sebastian stayed. i looked around to locate abigail, but she was excitedly talking to some people from the neighbouring village. i got on my tiptoes again, getting closer to sebastian so i didn’t have to shout too much.

“your set was really good.” i was so close i could smell his cologne mixed with sweat. his head dipped lower, reaching my shoulder with his warm breath as he spoke.

“thanks, hope it wasn’t our last.”

just as i was about to chuckle and respond saying it was just the beginning, that the goblin destroyer were just beginning their ride to glory, i felt his hand snake around my waist. he held me, a little taken aback, but mostly just blushing with how forward it was for his usual self. different. kind of like the way he swayed me with him, kind of to the rhythm of the current song. 

“seb…” i didn’t say it loud enough for him to hear, too caught by surprise to be louder as my hips moved with his, slightly shifting so he stood behind me. his fingers were splayed over my hips and i swear i could feel the warmth of his hand even through my jeans.

sebastian’s chin rested against my temple and his other hand found its way to my other hip, now holding me against him a little firmer, with a little more confidence.

i cursed when the song ended, expecting him to release me, but his hands stayed put.

as the applause roared around us and the band on stage prepared to do another song, sebastian’s breath tickled my ear and i could hear him better.

“wanna come over later?”

“o-over?” i cursed at myself, realising what he had meant only after i’d already asked.

“yeah, to my place.”

my heart was beating through my throat, thumping relentlessly as i swallowed.“oh come on,” sebastian let out a chuckle against the side of my head, “did i imagine you eye-fucking me while i was on the stage?”

my heart sped up, i didn’t think i’d been that obvious, though i could hardly remember anything from their set that wasn’t the way sebastian had flicked his hair out of the way, the shape of his focused brows…

and the movement of his hands on the keyboard, the slender, deft digits caressing the keys with skill and passion–

“well?” his hands tightened on my hips, pulling me against him a liiittle tighter, it was almost embarrassing how much i enjoyed feeling him harden against my ass.

“when later?” my breath caught in my throat and i felt his chest move as he laughed.

“impatient?”

“let’s go now” i turned around, spinning out of his hold and facing him, my blushing face be damned.

i must have caught him off guard, being so eager, but damn it he was right. i had been staring at him the entire night. the entire season, actually. ever since i had first spoken to him.

without another word he pulled me towards the exit, where he’d parked the motorbike. before i’d thought it was a little pretentious of him to forgo taking the bus with the rest of us, but now i was grateful for it. i just hoped sam wouldn’t freak out when he discovered us gone…

the ride was quick and refreshing, after the stupid heat at the venue i welcomed the whipping wind with a grin on my face. i could hardly control my movements as sebastian parked and brought the bike into his garage, fumbling with the keys as he let us in. soon enough we were dashing down the stairs to his bedroom.

i wasn’t unfamiliar with his bedroom, having visited quite a few times now. I’d brought him random minerals i had found at the mines, i’d come over to play solarion chronicles, or just to hang out on the couch and read his comics while he worked. but now i saw it in a different light, or lack thereof.

in full, promising darkness, i could hardly make out the shape of his bed when he spun me around and pressed me against the door. his lips parted mine and i let him press me between the hardwood door and his warm body, the heat pulsing between us was made nearly unbearable.

so it was no surprise that sebastian reached down to the hem of my top, quickly sliding it up and off my body over my raised arms, barely breaking that searing kiss.

i’d have been perfectly happy staying against the door, had he not spun me around and dragged me to the bed. as i sat down on the edge, searching for a safe path blindly, he reached to the side and turned on the bedside lamp. it cast a gentle glow onto both our faces, helping me in the mission of getting him out of that hoodie. now topless, he crawled over me and i lay on my back on top of the slightly crumpled sheets. 

the pillow my head rested on smelled of him and i briefly imagined what it would be like waking up on that same pillow to the sight of his sleeping face. the face whose gaze was currently hungrily devouring my entire form, wondering where he was going to start unwrapping what was left of my clothes.

suddenly, those same deft fingers i had watched dance along the keys on stage were on my jeans, unbuttoning them and untying the flannel shirt that was tied around my waist. lifting my hips, i helped out by shimmying out of the offending clothes before i undid his jeans, tugging on them so he would hurry up.

i didn’t want to wait anymore, but his pace was teasing. it was building tension so high i could hardly fit more of it into my throat before having to let out an impatient huff. he caught the sound of it and smirked, yoba it was a sinful curve that made me tug on his jeans harder.

sebastian’s hand knocked my fingers off his jeans paired with a click of his tongue. he was dead set on doing it himself, torturing me with his slow movements. finally, he was left only in his boxers, having slid off his jeans along with his shoes and mine. there was a little wet patch on his boxers, right where his leaking tip pressed against them, achingly hard, constricted, and begging for air. 

he caught me looking down his chest, stomach, that little patch of dark hair trailing underneath the waistband of his boxers, and finally settling my gaze on the perfect outline of his cock. i smirked ever so slightly, entertained by the show of neediness in his boxers. sebastian only scoffed, grabbing my knee and moving it to the side to spread my legs wider.

“you’re no better, you know?” he teased, lowering his head to ghost his lips over mine while the hand not holding my leg trailed up my inner thigh, settling on the wet patch of my own. right on the sweet little panties i had innocently picked out after stepping out of the shower today, ready to go see my friends’ first ever gig.

poor past me had no idea those same panties would be rubbed in this way hours later, that they’d be pushed between my already wet folds by sebastian’s slender finger as he got them wetter, gliding up and down to collect my slick on them.

the way sebastian trailed that finger up and down my wet slit made for gently stimulation, coaxing slow, drawn out moans from my lips only to be caught in his mouth as he brought them down to kiss me again. he swallowed every single needy sound, fueling them more and more as he pressed a little firmer against my clothed clit.

i reached up into his hair, tangling my fingers into those strands that he had always flicked away from his eyes, always fussed with despite the fact that they were obviously covering his face on purpose. 

his hand tightened its grip on my leg when i tugged on his hair, his breath vibrated in my mouth. this is it, i thought, this is how i break you.

almost as if he sensed my feeling of victory over his composure, he pulled away from the kiss and stopped rubbing my pussy to wipe the string of saliva that connected our lips. his self-control didn’t last long, for he immediately continued kissing, only not my lips, leaving them to let out small gasps and huffs of pleasure while i was still holding onto his hair and making myself believe i was guiding him at all.

sebastian’s lips grazed my skin as he trailed them down to my breasts, slowly taking my bra off by sliding his hands under my back to unbuckle it surprisingly skillfully. one nipple soon found its way into his mouth, being warmed by his breath and toyed with his tongue, while the other was under gentle care of his thumb and index finger. 

the way he played my body like his damn instrument had me lifting my hips up, searching for any kind of friction, anything to help me relieve some of the pressure building in my abdomen. it was thrumming, loud and violent in my body, but he took his damn time. this is it, i thought, this is how you break me.

it seemed to amuse him greatly, my blatant want and inability to get satisfied quickly. he let out deep chuckles against my nipple, popping it out of his lips with a wet sound before he could continue down my body over the tingling skin, leaving fiery patches as he kissed and bit my flesh.

both his hands were finally on my body, holding my hips down and preventing me from bucking them upwards, though not for lack of trying. i struggled against his grip, desperate for more while he seemingly found immense enjoyment in watching me unravel on his bed.

i kept tugging on his hair, kept making him gasp against my warming skin while he made his way to where he would inevitably stop just to piss me off. those eyes lifted and stared right into my soul, looked at my pitiful expression, lips parted, eyes glossy, skin so flushed. leaving one last kiss right under my navel, he had some mercy on me.

his lips parted and pressed against my clothed pussy, his tongue ran up and down my already wet garment, slicking it with his saliva more, sucking against it and humming to vibrate my needy skin. still, he wouldn’t let me lift my hips, still he held me down against the bed, prolonging my efforts at grinding my cunt on his face.

“s-so meaaaan” i whined out, tugging on his hair to try and pull him closer against me, curling my toes in frustration.

“you haven’t seen mean yet,” he vibrated the air between his wet lips and my unfortunately clothed pussy, “i can be worse.”

the smirk he wore got me groaning in frustration, but it clearly wouldn’t help me get what i wanted. he wanted to play dirty, to have me on edge until i pleaded for him, to reduce me to a puddle that he could lap up with that warm tongue.

“but you’re right, it’s not fair.” sebastian’s fingers hooked under my panties and he slid them down. i was so damn relieved that my breathing got faster, i moaned at the very feeling of air on my wet folds that he dove right into.

parting them with his tongue, he pressed it flat against my clit, gently licking up and down and releasing my hips. as soon as his hands left my body i lifted myself off the bed, grinding up into his face, tugging his hair, whining, moaning, cursing. it was the sweet release that i’d been waiting for.

somehow, he let me use his mouth, he willingly went along with my movements, at the same time taking his boxers off. now he was matching the pace of my hips against his face with the movement of his own hips against the bed.

suddenly, just as my whimpers got louder, as my fingers pulled on his hair tighter, he closed his mouth around my pulsating clit and sucked harder. that simple action coaxed a pretty whine from my pouty lips as i came, thighs shaking around his head, pressing together dangerously as he let me squeeze his face with them. using his tongue, sebastian led me through the orgasm, lapping up all my juices carefully, making sure not to spill anything.

fuck, the wet noises of his mouth mixed with the moans from my mouth caused my head to spin. i could just lie there like that for the next few hours, had i not wanted to feel him inside of me. he was the same, for with another, almost gentle, kiss to my pussy he crawled over to kiss me on the mouth, slipping his tongue to glide against mine, letting me taste myself on his lips.

i pulled him closer, drinking in the mix of his saliva and my juices, pulling his entire body against mine and wrapping a leg around his waist, grinding up to feel his hardened cock grind against my sopping cunt.

“i’m feelin’ mean again” he whispered against my lips, breathing into them before once again kissing hungrily, “wasn’t done making you beg.”

in response i whined and pulled his body closer, desperately trying to grab onto him to not let him pull away and torture me again. sebastian chuckled, lifting his torso up despite the nails that i dragged down his back, and settled between my thighs once again. instead of keeping the distance from me, he spread my legs again, holding them apart as he got closer, resting his cock between my folds.

he started to move, grazing my clit with the underside of his shaft, making me lift my hips with every thrust, but in vain, as i got no friction from it. this time it wasn’t just my noises that filled the room.

despite his own initiative to keep the teasing up, to not actually give me any relief, he was moaning as well. he let out a little whimper, instantly scrunching his face in embarrassment, probably hoping i hadn’t heard it. oh, but i heard it.

and it spurred me on to lift my hips higher.

“fuck, this wasn’t supposed t–”

“wha– what, your little p-plan not working, hm?” i teased him, finally donning a smirk on my face as he looked like it was getting harder keeping himself from just fucking me like he meant it.

“brat” he huffed out, releasing one of my legs to lead his hard cock to my entrance, gently poking into it.

sebastian hissed as his tip entered me, drawing a higher pitched moan out of me. instantly, the bastard pulled out, leaving me empty and wanting.

“looks like i’ve got a few more tricks, huh?” he was way too happy with himself, teasing my dripping cunt by only putting his damn pretty tip in and taking it out, smearing it with my wetness, spreading it down to his shaft.

“you’re sooo–”

“say please.” he interrupted me. cutting off my attempt at insulting him.

i closed my mouth, furrowing my brow as he pressed his tip against me again.

“say please and i’ll stop pulling out.”

it was a no-brainer, but my proud mind could hardly just accept the defeat. i wanted to make him fold, but here i was, spread out, teased, desperate for him to stuff me full and fuck me like i’d never felt it before.

“h-huh?” playing dumb only made him roll his eyes and bring his hand down onto my clit, gently tapping it as if making sure i was aware of my naked state.

“don’t you huh me, say please,” he rubbed my clit so slowly it was almost painful, “or the tip is all you get.”

i gritted my teeth and took a deep breath before swallowing my defiance and in my best, sweetest voice pleaded with him.

“pleeease?”

“please what?” damn bastard wanted me to beg and grovel, his smirk kept growing, kept getting more annoying, yet so damn attractive.

“please, sebastian, fuck me… properly, ‘wanna feel you all inside me, wanna… wanna cum on your dick, please.”

my pouting must have worked, because he leaned down to kiss my pout before spreading my thighs again, looking down at the needy blushed cunt spread open before him, and pushed inside me again.

he groaned and it was the most magnificent sound i’d heard. his hips bucked ever so slightly against me, but he didn’t go much further inside. barely more than the blasted tip again. once i started whining, he brought his hand down on my clit again.

“i said i wouldn’t pull out, didn’t i? damn impatient brat.” he clicked his tongue, though under all that bravado he was still trying to keep it together, his eyes betrayed it. “keep those legs open for me.”

i obeyed him, keeping my thighs comfortably open so he could keep moving between them.

once he stopped breathing so deeply, his hips moved slightly forward, giving me a little more, but not quite what i wanted. before i could let out a whine, he let a drop of saliva roll off his tongue and land on my clit. it made me hiss, but he ignored me, instead rolling my pulsating clit under his thumb.

he played me like his damn keyboard, making me sing exactly how he wanted, whimpering under his touch while he kept his tip inside me.

gently, slowly, he slid in a little deeper, making me curse and in turn getting my clit played with a little harder. sebastian let out a slow hum, as if savouring the feeling of my cunt contracting around him, squeezing him in to keep his cock inside, sucking it in, needing it.

“so damn…” he shook his head, finally meeting my eyes as he held my hips with those elegant fingers, “tight, fuck how…” with another hum he slightly pulled away, but still keeping his tip inside, as he promised.

doesn’t mean i was happy with it. my hand sought out his, so i gripped his wrist, keeping myself grounded in the moment. after a few moments he slid deeper inside again. yoba, i felt every damn vein on him, i felt it drag inside me, teasing me with that gorgeous texture. my back arched into the air. the sight excited him so much he had to slide in deeper and give me more. more, once again.

the bastard then pulled back, waited until i gave him a dissatisfied whine, and then slid fully into me.

i threw my head back on his pillow, moaning out into the dimly lit room, trying to get used to having all of him inside me. sebastian’s head dipped down low, he held me in shaky hands for a few moments until he could get enough of a grip to start moving. it was something almost sacred, the way his cock hit all my sweet spots so well. his balls slapped against my ass with light taps until he decided to speed up, his teasing be damned.

“a-ah l-like tha-at” i held onto his wrist with one hand, tightening the grip, and onto the headboard above me with the other. i sure hoped it was sturdy enough, because he kept going faster, harder. thrusting into me with heavy grunts and an occasional whimper as my body arched, getting the angle just right, getting it to make stars dance behind my closed eyelids. his voice behind my eyes looked like bright fireworks, moaning, grunting, whispering fuuck, so pretty, so sweet, filling the air with lewd noises.

“yoba, ‘m not gonna… not gonna last that lon– oh fuck…” with a voice like he was on the edge of an orgasm already, sebastian slipped nonsense between those parted lips.

only fuelling my moans further, he grabbed me tightly, wrapped his arms around my waist, and lifted my hips off the bed. oh, that was sending me into another dimension. he kept sliding in and out, so freely now as he let himself stop being so damn mean and stuffed me full, gliding in and out of my slippery cunt.

as sebastian’s thrusts lost their constant rhythm, the moans from his lips increased, now reducing him to a mess as he held me up, using me like his personal toy to ruin, using me to extinguish the fire in his abdomen and mine. i felt my thighs shake. the whines and curses from my mouth grew higher in pitch, so fucking needy for him, tightening around him, sucking him into myself.

“a-are you gonna…” i tried to enunciate, tried to speak in a normal tone, but it was pathetic.

“y-yeah i’m… are you?”

“m-mhmmmm”

feeling my lip quiver, i grabbed the sheets under me. sebastian lifted me a little higher, speeding up once again, building up a pace he could hold as he thrust inside me. but out of the blue, i cried out, gripping the sheets tightly to hold onto something solid as i tightened around him and came, shivering while he kept pumping in and out of me.

now he was cursing louder. whimpers came in between grunts, a few more rough thrusts before he groaned loudly, throwing his head back as he slowed down while emptying himself inside me. he rode out that high with his bottom lip between his teeth, slowly moving my body that was nearly limp in his hands, filling me up with his cum as it shot into me.

gently, sebastian lowered my hips back onto the bed, slowly pulling out of me. he looked at the spot where we had been connected just a minute ago, his release now slowly trickling out of it. the view must have been hypnotic, he kept looking for a few long minutes, catching his breath while my limp body lay there exhausted.

warmth was spreading into me again, from my core to my fingertips. i closed my eyes for a second. the second lasted longer than planned, since as i opened my eyes, sebastian was standing next to the bed with a wet cloth, reaching down to clean me up with gentle touches. i looked into his focused face, seeing none of that mean smirk he had worn before he let himself enjoy me. i guess in a way we broke each other.

i groaned as he moved my legs, feeling gummy under his touch. chuckling, he dropped the used cloth next to the bed and crawled carefully over me. his warm arm brought me closer, rolling me into his chest as he dragged the covers from under me and over both of us. my cheek gently rested against his chest as he turned the lamp off, once again sinking us into darkness. this time the dark felt softer, all tension from it seemed to have disappeared while his hand rubbed my back in slow circles.

“so…” i started, feeling a sly grin curling my lips, “round two?”

he snorted in laughter, coughing before sighing in disbelief.

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“you’re outta your damn mind.” he paused before pressing an uncharacteristically tender kiss to the top of my head. “at least give me five minutes…”

[pretentious-blonde]

valentine's

pairing: steve harrington x reader

summary: steve shows his love with steady hands when you get overwhelmed on your date

warnings: absolutely none, steve is a sap as per

a/n: something short n sweet for valentines while i work on pt 5 of new neighbour <3

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Steve could sense the moment your mood shifted, being well acquainted with your tells when your temper turned sour. And by the way you kept huffing, this was indeed one of those occasions. 

One minute, you were swirling a soft pink paint around the rim of your mug, lips quirked in concentration; the next, your shoulders hunched and a frown creased your forehead. 

It was Valentine’s Day, and he’d brought you to the local Paint & Pottery place with only the sweetest of intentions—an afternoon of lighthearted fun, hopefully followed by a few pastries at the new café down the street. 

Yet, the air between you felt heavy, and Steve didn’t like it one bit.

He set down his own mug—adorned with a simple checkered design that he’d nearly finished—and leaned forward, elbows on the table. The gentle pop music playing in the background did nothing to soothe his nerves once he caught the look on your face.

“You okay?” he asked softly, careful not to startle you. He reached out, lightly resting his hand on top of yours. “You’re, uh… kinda quiet.”

Your eyes flicked up, guilt flashing across your features. “Sorry,” you mumbled. “I just… I can’t get this stupid flower pattern right. The brush is too big. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

He could feel a pang in his chest at the frustration in your voice. 

You’d been so excited about recreating that delicate floral motif you saw in a shop weeks ago, all pouty when you placed it back on the shelf after looking at the price tag.

He wished he could’ve bought it for you, really, he did—but money wasn’t something he had in abundance. Knowing he couldn’t fix it with a simple swipe of his card stung more than he wanted to admit.

All he really wanted was to make you smile, so he racked his brain for solutions and discovered this might be the better option—you got a memory out of it, and he got to spend time with you, which should’ve been enough.

But of course—knowing you— you’d wanted it to be perfect. You looked close to tears as your vision was not translating, and that tugged at his heartstrings.

“Hey,” he murmured, sliding his chair closer so your knees bumped. “C’mon. Don’t be so hard on yourself. It looks—”

“Terrible?” you interjected with a shaky laugh. “I should’ve done polka dots or something simple, like you.”

“It looks great, angel,” he insisted. His brown eyes flickered with genuine admiration as he studied your work. “Seriously, I’d pay for it.”

A sad smile ghosted over your lips, but it didn’t fully reach your eyes. “You’re just saying that.”

“I’m not,” he said, voice soft. “Hey, look at me.” You did, reluctantly. He offered you an understanding smile. “Hand it over.”

You paused, fingers curling around the handle protectively. 

“Steve, it’s fine—”

“Just gimme a second.”

You hesitated, but the kindness in his gaze made it impossible to refuse. Once you relinquished the mug and your brush, he took a moment to study the design, turning the ceramic slowly in his hands. His brows pulled together in concentration, and you found yourself mesmerised by his focus.

“Trust me, alright?” He said, dipping the brush into the paint and testing a few strokes on a scrap piece of tissue. 

He gave a small nod, then started to outline one of the messy petals, breathing it into a graceful shape with careful flicks of his wrist.

“Wait…” you leaned forward, “you’re actually good at this?”

He shot you a shy grin, eyes flicking up from the mug. “Yeah? You think so?” When you nodded—very emphatically—he shrugged, cheeks faintly pink. “Well, thanks, sweetheart.”

You cocked your head. “How’d I never know about this?”

“I guess I’m just used to this stuff.” He shrugged “I kinda liked art class back in high school.”

“Really?” You felt a flutter in your chest at the thought of Steve being secretly artsy. So different from the jock persona everyone assumed he had back then.

“Yeah,” he confirmed, gaze flicking up to meet yours before darting back to the mug. He was clearly shy about it, but there was something gentle in his tone. “It was different, you know? No numbers. No tests. It just felt… calming, I guess. Something I couldn't really mess up.”

“Steve,” you said as your heart softened, watching the tension in his shoulders relax as he carefully perfected each petal. “You should do more of this. You’re really good.”

He paused, brush hovering above the ceramic, and lifted his head. There was a trace of blush across his cheeks again. 

“Yeah? I don’t know… maybe I could.” He offered a tiny shrug, but the vulnerable smile that followed pulled at your chest all over again. “I’d probably rock one of those art aprons.”

You snorted softly, a genuine laugh bubbling up. Leaning in closer, you dared to rest your hand on his forearm, careful not to obstruct his ministrations.

“I’d put money on that,” you teased. “But really. If it makes you feel good, you should totally get back into it.”

His gaze lingered on you for a moment, gratitude shining. He cleared his throat, turning his attention back to your mug. A few final details later, he set the brush down and held the mug up for your inspection, pride dancing in his eyes.

“There,” he announced, a bit bashful. “All fixed.”

You gingerly took the mug, carefully studying the newly finessed petals. The tension in your stomach lifted entirely, no longer vexed by the finicky design. 

“It’s perfect.”

His grin stretched wide, and he looked boyish in his delight. 

“I, uh… You’re welcome,” he managed, scratching the back of his neck. “Glad you like it.”

The pair of you made your way to the front counter, setting both mugs down for firing. As the employee came over, he slipped an arm around your waist. 

You could still feel lingering traces of tension in your body, but it was quickly being replaced by his warmth. He leaned in close, lowering his voice conspiratorially.

“Next time,” he whispered, “maybe we try something super sappy, like…” He paused, searching for just the right words. “...Matching friendship bracelets. I heard they’re all the rage. Obviously we’d make ‘em look cooler than Dustin and his girls, but you know.”

You laughed out loud, the last of your frustration melting away entirely. Leaning up, you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. 

“Deal,” you said, giving his hand a squeeze. “But only if you promise to put tiny flowers on mine, too.”

His eyes sparkled. “Sweetheart,” he said, dropping a quick kiss to the top of your head, “for you, I’ll put in the whole garden.”

[ghostgirl-22]

Hiii ik you’ve heard this before but you literally write the yummiest Artrick smut!! Their dynamic is sooo good

I was thinking about Art and Patrick trying frotting for the first time? Maybe they’re dry humping and then Art’s really getting desperate and Pat suggests they do it skin-to-skin? Penny for your thoughts!!

I thank you anon! I love you and I apologize for getting to this so late <33

CW: 18+, NSFW, Patrick my little pining baby.

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I think it’s Patrick’s birthday some random Thursday night in January and Patrick makes Art come out with him on the day because he’s gonna celebrate with Tashi on the weekend. Art’s in a bad mood at first. He tries to pretend he isn’t but Patrick knows he’s still annoyed that Patrick has her.

“I can’t stay out late.” Art says coolly. “So if you want a real celebration with me… maybe you shoulda went out to eat with her midweek instead.”

“You want to come out to eat with us this weekend?” Patrick smirks, rubbing his back. “Just a romantic dinner. Me, my girlfriend and my best friend. Probably the most romantic thing ever.”

“Fuck off,” Art shrugs him away. They’re going to a frat party. Art knows one of the frats has insane parties every night of the week which Patrick says is pretty impressive.

“Only reason to join that frat is if you plan to take at least five or six years to graduate from a four year program.” Art says, judgmentally. “Actually, it’s probably what you’d pledge if you went here.”

Patrick lets him be bitchy and goes to get them both drinks. As Art gets tipsy he starts to loosen up. He’s getting drunk on Jell-O shots. His lips turning red and his cheeks flushing. His eyes go all moon shaped when he’s giggly. Patrick is a little obsessed, wants to make him giggle more. They get drunk enough to dance. Both of them dancing together and then dancing with various college girls. Patrick avoiding it when one of the girls leans in to kiss him. She kisses Art instead before her friend grabs her. They both giggle with each other and run to get more shots.

Art’s looking after them dazed and so drunk… Patrick grabs him away. They go to the dj table and request Apple Bottom Jeans for the third time and everyone cheers when it comes back on.

It’s dark and loud, strobe lights going off and Patrick realizes how drunk Art is when they’re on the sofa and he’s leaning on Patrick, nibbling at his throat. Patrick feels warm, hot even, he tangles his fingers into Art’s golden curls to keep him there. “I wanna lie down,” Art sighs in his ear after a minute. Which leads to Patrick guiding him upstairs in the frat house, the bass from the music thrumming through the house even though it’s much quieter upstairs. There’s a couple making out in the hallway. Some girls hooking up in the the bathroom tub while another girl is dozing off on the toilet seat.

Patrick finds an empty room and Art falls onto the bed. Patrick shuts the door and crawls on the bed, lying down next to him and before he realizes what’s happening Art climbs on top of him. “‘M so horny,” he groans, eyes half closed, dizzy drunk and barely aware of what he’s doing. Patrick is immediately hard. He thought he knew everything about Art but this is fucking new. Art is humping him through the fabric of their jeans, grinding, rutting, like a fucking animal in heat. Breathing hard, moaning loudly, chasing his orgasm. It’s so fucking hot.

”Oh fuck,” Patrick breathes. “Holy shit.”

“Mm wanna come Patrick, please. I need it.” Art whines.

“Fuck, mmkay. Come here… maybe we need… need more friction.”

”mm, yeah, please,” Art gasps.

“Yeah? Let’s…” Patrick grabs at Art’s zipper, swallowing hard. He’s had weird dreams about fucking Art for quite some time, weird wet dreams where he’s made a mess of him. So many dirty dreams this feels like deja vu.

But this is better than the dreams. Best fucking birthday ever. He’s easing it out of Art’s boxers. He’s seen it of course. When he didn’t need anything in his head to make himself cum… just the sight of the messy blond boy on the bed across from him spilling it too quickly all over himself. Always dazed by it. It was enough to send Patrick into the stratosphere, every fucking time.

And now he’s touching it, gripping it. Swollen purplepink, and heavy. He undoes his own pants. Art’s thrusting into his fist, eager. Hips rolling.

“Skin to skin, gonna feel so good,” Patrick mumbles, it’s nonsense. He’s half out of his mind. He takes hold of his own cock, lined up along Art’s and starts fisting them both. Art on top of him, the only sound is the endless thumping of the music, the squeaking of the bed inline with their hips rocking, and the breathy moans spilling from their mouths.

“Oh fuck. Oh yes,” Art whispers. He has his eyes closed but Patrick can’t stop staring at him. Lips parted, chest heaving, face flushed, hair falling into his eyes, clothes all disheveled. He’s leaning back, palms resting on Patrick’s thighs so he can thrust his cock mindlessly up against Patrick’s. So hot Patrick might die. And then, as always, it’s taking him by surprise. Come spurting out of him, covering Patrick’s fingers, his t-shirt. He’s whining and moaning and gasping “Fuck… oh fuck…yes…”

Patrick’s not far behind him. His fist now coated in jizz he’s gripping them both tighter, fisting them faster. Art’s making these breathless little “oh” noises, so delicious it makes Patrick shiver and then he’s seizing up, his balls tightening as he spills hot sticky strings of pearly come all over his palm, Art’s jeans and his own t-shirt.

“God it’s so fucking hot, you’re so fucking hot….” Patrick whispers, breathlessly as Art settles sleepy onto his chest. Patrick wipes his dirty palm on the bed and ponders vaguely the poor frat boy who’s gonna be taking this blanket to the laundromat. He kisses Art’s mouth, the way he’s always wanted to, and Art sighs into it. He’s got the hiccups all of a sudden, little ones escaping between kisses which is actually kinda fucking adorable. Art rolls off of him eventually, curling up on his side. “Need to…*hiccup*… so sleepy.” He mumbles.

Patrick sighs, looking up at the ceiling as Art starts to drift off. They’ve been drunk as fuck before, even spooned in bed together, but never like this. He’s not sure what just happened but he thinks he’ll go crazy if Art has no memory of it when he wakes up.

[mejaemin]

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hearsay - nakamoto yuta

wc: 0.6k summary: “yuta this!” and “yuta that!” but is he really a amazing as they say? warnings: getting pierced, needles, red hair yuta 👅, very half assed and low quality an: red hair yuta. my god.

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for the longest time, you’ve been hearing about this guy from one person to the next, and honestly it’s kind of annoying. there’s no way this guy is that cool..

everyone’s description of him sounds like he’s everything you’ve ever dreamed of, but you’re still a little apprehensive. from what you’ve heard, he’s got shaggy red hair, covered in tattoos, and he dresses like he’s allergic to color. except red, of course, because it’s his signature or something. he even paints his nails! you’ve never seen a guy in your area do that before.. he must be made up.

yuta is his name, and all of your friends and classmates are raving about him nonstop. he’s so cool, his music taste is amazing, and so much more. sure, that makes him sound like such hot shit, but he can’t be that cool.

that’s why, when you enter your piercing and tattoo shop, and see someone who fits the description, you have to do a double take.

black, torn baggy jeans, black tank, tattoos, and of course the red hair. there’s no way. you’re just going to check in like normal, be led to your room, and pray that’s just some random guy. not nakamoto yuta, the topic of conversation literally everywhere.

finally, after getting checked in, you sit down in the cold leather chair. it’s only a few moments of sitting around until someone walks in, the man you’ve been thinking of this whole time.

his smile is dazzling, and his fingers shine with silver rings and jewelry as he extends his hand to you, introducing himself. “good afternoon. i’m yuta, i just started here and i’ll be piercing you today. are you comfortable with that?” he asks, and you’re so entranced all you say is am oh, yeah, of course.

his voice is so hypnotizing, along with everything else about him, and you go through the entire consultation about your anatomy completely unaware of what’s going on. it’s only when he puts on his black gloves that you come back to earth, blinking back to life.

“sorry, so, i can get it right?” you ask, a little dazed.

he’s quick to catch onto how you’re feeling, turning to a random drawer while your jewelry sterilizes (when did it get there?). all of a sudden he’s pulling out a heart shaped lollipop, cherry flavor, ripping the wrapper off and holding it out to you.

his smirk is evident, eyelids drooping in a way that makes you feel all tingly. “yeah, ‘course.” his eyes trail you up and down, watching you in silence for a beat before flipping a switch and going straight into professional mode.

with deft and experienced fingers, he cleans your skin and prepares all his materials, neatly laying them out on a tray.

finally, he addresses you again, “okay, pretty, i’m just about ready to do it. stay super still for me, ‘kay!”

you hum, and he takes that as a sign to get going. your piercing point is marked, and you get chills when his fingers brush against your skin. he’s so close to you, your eyes right in line with his chest and the array of necklaces hanging from his neck. his cologne fills your nose, and it’s so intoxicating that you didn’t even notice when the needle went through until he started putting the jewelry in.

“ah, good girl. you’re all done now.” he pulls his gloves off, still holding that smug, flirty look as he wipes your eyes from where they watered.

he hands you a mirror over his shoulder while he puts his stuff away to be cleaned, simultaneously putting together a little care package you prepaid for. once done he hands it to you with a wink, leaving you with a ‘have a good day’ before exiting the room.

sitting in your car before leaving the shop, you open the small mesh bag to see what he left in there. stickers, saline cleaner, and a card giving you the healing time. on the back, there’s a phone number written on it. you don’t even think twice before saving it in your phone and texting the number.

pulling out of the parking lot, you think, yeah. he’s definitely as hot as they say.

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nct taglist: @coquettejunnie @chenlezip

[xetlynn]

Yellowjackets- Van Palmer

In My Way

A Van Palmer x Fem! Reader Imagine!

more like this -> [yellowjackets]

synopsis- in which reader goes to her usual favorite place and there’s newcomer… who’s very attractive and quite the character. A certain feeling at first sight it seems…

You placed your phone into your pocket as you walked into a building that’s become a regular place for you. Coming on your days off after getting paid to buy either Vinyls for your record player or cds for your truck. The workers knew you by name and had actually formed a respective relationship with you.

Showing you new things that have come in. Like vintage records they just knew you’d want to have. “Hey, [Name]!” The lady at the counter greets you, you grin, giving them a small wave. “Anything new for me?” You place your arms on the counter. “Nah, nothing of interest.” She frowns. 

“That’s fine, it might be good to save some money.” You joke, stuffing your hands in your jacket pockets. “We got a bunch of exclusive cd’s that came in. I don’t know if you’d be into any of the music but it’s over in the box back there.” She points and you glance over with pursed out lips. “I’ll give it a look.” You thank her before heading over to it. 

As you flip through the cd’s you don’t notice the redhead behind you, patiently waiting to also look through the box. She didn’t want to interrupt you so she pretends as though she’s looking at something else. “Sorry, am I hoarding this area?” You nervously ask, pointing to the crate and the redhead looks up at you. 

“What?” She raises a brow and you smile. “Was I in your way?” You repeat yourself and she glances to where your finger is pointing. She wasn’t expecting you to call her out, especially because she thought she wasn’t being too obvious. “Oh, yeah actually you were in my way. Incredibly rude to take your time while you’re looking through cd’s.” She sarcastically says, but as it slips out of her mouth she winces. Praying that you’d understand she’s joking. 

“Incredibly.” You place a hand on your heart. “I have no shopping etiquette. Here, honestly you should take my spot. I’m not worthy of being here.” You step away from the spot and she breaks out into a grin. You snicker and go back to what you were looking at. “I don’t bite. If you don’t mind a little bit of germs, c’mon.” You wave her to join you. 

“Oh I mind.” She says but still joins your side. 

You both go back to being silent, smiles leaving neither of your lips though. Stealing glances at one another. And you genuinely grow curious about the attractive looking woman. Not knowing that she was thinking the same of you. Your hands accidentally brush up against one another and you’d both give awkward expressions. Until she finally clears her throat.. “Um, you come here often?” She questions and you give her a look. Is she flirting with you? 

There’s no way that was her pick up line. 

“Yeah, once a week typically. I’m friends with some of the workers.” You point to the counter and her mouth goes into the shape of an ‘o.’ “I’m a collector of some sorts. A D1 music listener if you will.” You inform her, feeling a little nervous now that you’re questioning her flirting skills but also comfortable talking to this stranger. 

“What about you? Come here often?” You turn it to her now and she shakes her head. “Not a big music person, more into films and movies. But I saw this place and thought why not check it out.” She answers.

“Oh cool, I wish I could get into films but nothing ever grasps my attention.” You frown. “Man, you just haven’t seen the greats.” She breathes out making you smile. “Yeah, probably. What kind of music are you into?” 

“Classics. Like 80's, maybe even 70’s.” She picks up a Jackson Browne cd and you raise your eyebrows. “70s and 80s music is the way to my heart!” You exclaim, and she hands over the cd. “Then you might want this I’m guessing?”

You pause for a moment with your head cocked a little to the side. 

Now wondering if you’re being straight delusional or if she’s actually flirting with you. 

“Well as much as I appreciate that, I already have three copies of that album.” You gently push it back to her as you walk to another area of the store. She’s dumbfounded but exceedingly intrigued. Following after you. “So you’re like… the real deal collector.”

You let out a snort, shrugging your shoulders. “If you want to call me that.” 

The two of you end up leaning against one of the Vinyl counters, talking to one another about your interests. Going back and forth about the all time greatest movies and top hits that the two of you grew up on. Your phone begins to chime, cutting off your sentence. You put a finger up as to say one second. 

Taking the phone call, it was your mother that you’re supposed to be meeting for dinner soon. 

You look at the screen and see the time. “Shit.” You laugh. “I’m on my way. Sorry I got caught up talking with… a friend.” You peep over to Van who’s trying not to seem like she’s eavesdropping.

“Yeah, yeah, love you too. Buh bye.” You hand up the phone, turning the screen over to the redhead. 

 “We’ve been talking for almost an hour.” You show her your screen. She squints to see and gasps.

“Wow, it’s been a while since I’ve gone into my nerdy shit like that.” She chuckles and you scrunch your nose. “It was great.” You saw, placing your phone back into your pocket.

“Who was that? If you don’t mind me being nosey.” She asks and you wave it off. “My mother, I forgot she asked me to come to dinner tonight.” You sigh. 

The woman’s shoulders slump in slight relief that it wasn’t a partner. Only your mom. 

“I should get going though, what was your name…?” You almost felt rude asking but you realized neither one of you had asked or introduced one another. “Vanessa or Van.” She sticks her hand out and you take it. “[Name]. I hope to see you around.” You say. 

“You too.” She mutters as you begin to walk out of the building. Even seeing the worker up front fan her face at [Name], you shake your head. Van smirks, finding it amusing.

But as she’s standing there she realizes something… She can’t just let you walk away. 

She chases after you. “Wait!” She calls, “[Name]!” She catches up to you as you're opening your truck door. “Did I drop something?” You pat yourself down and she laughs. “No, no. Since you’re not big into movies, there’s a place you should check out.  It’s down the road. Give me your number so I can send you the address.” Van takes out her phone, handing it over, you doing the same. 

“You sure this wasn’t an excuse to get my phone number?” You tease her and you watch as her face turns red as she’s been caught shamelessly. “It could be.” She types her number in your phone before handing it back. “Would that be so bad?” She asks. 

You pierce out your lips, acting like you’re thinking for a moment. “I guess not.”  You slyly say, handing her phone back to her now. 

“See you later, Van.” You wave, climbing into your truck and she backs up. “See you.” She says just loud enough for you to hear before slamming the door shut and starting the engine. 

[hellfirebarnes]

Slow-Burns - Part 4

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 5

@crowleythesexydemon

I split this up in several, shorter parts because I know the feeling when you want to read a fic but don't have the time or energy to get through a 10k+ words one. Also if you hate my writing you can just read part 1 and then leave it. Win-win I guess?

Anyway, this is set after Thunderbolts so if you haven't seen it - spoilers I guess? It absolutely does not follow canon, but yeah better to be safe than sorry.

Summary: Bucky has fallen. Hopelessly. And the only thing more hopeless is his team trying to help him get to the end of this slow-burn.

Bucky x fem!SHIELD!reader

1.9K words

Fluff, ''normal'' violence and descriptions of injuries. For sure out of character stuff, but I am who I am. Your appearence is barely desribed what I can remember, I think your hair and a couple types what clothes you're wearing?

You're referred to as ''Agent'' and ''Sunshine'' in a desperate attempt from me to not use Y/N.

Let me know if there's anything else I should warn about.

Otherwise, enjoy :)

Your doorframe almost didn’t survive.

Alexei came in first, balancing three boxes and a potted plant shaped like a bear. “Room feels too small for someone as mighty as you, but we will expand it with spirit!”

Bob followed, his arms overflowing with mystery bags. “I wasn’t sure what you needed so I brought—uh—snacks, a humidifier, extra chargers, three pairs of fuzzy socks, and a lava lamp. The good kind.”

John was behind them, dragging a flat-packed shelving unit like it personally offended him. “This thing has 87 parts. I’m betting 40 of them are pointless.”

Yelena appeared moments later, already opening drawers. “Okay, closet space is trash. We’re rearranging immediately.”

Ava hovered by the door, amused. “This is like watching raccoons redecorate.”

You stood in the middle of it all, arms crossed, grinning like an idiot. It felt like a hurricane of affection.

Through it all, Bucky stayed back. He helped carry your heavier boxes that morning before the chaos started, working in quiet rhythm beside you. But once the others arrived, he ghosted again, slipping away with a low “Just let me know if you need anything.”

You noticed the absence more than you should’ve.

The chaos died down eventually. Yelena left you with a handmade vision board. Bob had insisted you keep the lava lamp “for emotional ambiance.” John offered a high five and then complained about how your bathroom was better than his.

Now, it was just you. A quiet room. And a box labeled Memories sitting untouched by the window.

You were halfway through stringing up your fairy lights and Polaroids when you heard a soft knock.

“Yeah?”

The door creaked open, and Bucky stepped in, “You need any help?”

You smiled, surprised and grateful. “Yeah. Come in.”

He crossed the room slowly, taking it all in. The string lights. The mismatched throw pillows. The soft hum of music from a half-packed Bluetooth speaker.

You handed him a few photos.

“Where should I start?”

“Anywhere. It’s kind of a patchwork.”

You worked in silence for a while. He moved carefully, deliberately, asking before placing anything. You told him which corners to double-tape. You didn’t talk much, but the space between you felt easy. Warm.

He paused at one photo. “You and… her?”

You looked up. It was a Polaroid of you and a woman laughing in the rain, soaked through, hair tangled, city lights behind you.

“Jules,” you said softly. “We met in training. She was everything I wasn’t - loud, fearless, allergic to rules. I used to think she’d burn out first, but… she made it. She transferred to intel overseas. Still texts me weird memes at 3 a.m.”

He handed it back gently, like it mattered.

“This one?” he asked, pointing to another - a blurry but beautiful image of a sunset behind what looked like a battered pickup truck.

“Oh,” you chuckled. “I was hitchhiking through Colorado. This guy picked me up in that truck. Barely ran. But he had this old cassette tape playing Fleetwood Mac, and he gave me a cherry soda. We drove for five hours and didn’t talk once. Just the music and the wind. One of the best afternoons of my life.”

Bucky didn’t smile, but something in him eased. “You take these yourself?”

“Yeah. I like the way Polaroids freeze a moment. They don’t give you time to frame it perfectly. Just… click. You have to live with what you caught.”

He looked at you then. Really looked at you.

“You always remember everything?”

You shrugged. “The things that matter.”

The next photo you held up was of a rooftop at night, string lights, and two glasses of wine on a small table.

“This one?” he asked, voice rougher now.

You hesitated. “That’s… from a night I let myself hope I wasn’t as alone as I thought.”

Bucky didn’t say anything. But he reached out. Gently took the photo. And pinned it beside the one of you in the canyon.

His hand brushed yours, lingering for a moment too long. Your breath caught. But you didn’t pull away. And neither did he.

You had just settled into a blissful evening of nothing: no alarms, no missions, no group chaos. You were wearing sweatpants and socks that didn’t match. A cup of tea steamed on your nightstand. Your lava lamp (Bob’s gift) bubbled quietly. Peace.

So naturally, that’s when it happened.

“SURPRISE!” came a chorus from behind your door, followed by what sounded like at least one confetti cannon misfiring.

You opened the door slowly. Mistake.

Yelena stood at the front like a party general, flanked by Bob (carrying a tray of jell-o shots), Ava (already sipping something suspiciously alcoholic), and John (wearing a “THIS IS MY FUN SHIRT” T-shirt). Alexei appeared behind them in a glittery party hat and a “Welcome Home, New Warrior!” sash he had clearly made himself.

“What is this?” You blinked.

“Housewarming party!” Bob beamed.

“You didn’t think we’d let your official move-in go uncelebrated, did you?” Yelena said, already pushing her way in.

“But I-” you protested.

“Too late,” Ava said. “There’s pizza coming and Alexei made a playlist called ‘Songs for Strong Daughters.’”

“It has Whitney Houston!” Alexei added proudly.

An hour later the common area had been overtaken. Balloons tied to chairs. String lights glowing extra bright. Bob had made a sign out of glitter and foam that said WELCOME SUNSHINE, OUR FAVORITE (DON’T TELL JOHN).

You floated through it all, overwhelmed in the best way. Yelena insisted you try all three versions of her spiked lemonade. Bob taught you a weird card game you immediately forgot the rules to. John kept complaining about the music but refused to leave.

You laughed more in two hours than you had all week.

And, through it all - Bucky. He stood near the edge of the room, sipping from a plain cup, eyes quietly tracking you. He hadn’t said much. But whenever you looked over, he was already watching you. Like he couldn’t help it.

Later you had your camera out, snapping Polaroids between sips of wine. Yelena making a face. Bob holding two beers like dumbbells. John caught mid-eye-roll.

You turned and raised the lens toward Bucky.

He started to shake his head.

“C’mon,” you said softly, stepping closer. “Just one.”

He hesitated. Then nodded.

You clicked the shutter—whirr-click—and the square popped out. It was slightly blurry, but the image was unmistakably him. Relaxed, for once. A tiny almost-smile that made your stomach turn over.

Before you could say anything, he surprised you.

“Your turn.”

“What?”

“You’re always the one behind the camera,” Bucky said, stepping forward slowly. “Let’s fix that.” He took the camera gently from your hands. Your fingers brushed.

You stood in place, watching him like you weren’t sure this was real.

Then—click. The photo slipped out. He caught it before it fell.

You reached for it, already smiling. “Let me see.”

But he didn’t hand it over. Instead, he held it just out of reach, expression unreadable. “I’m keeping this one,” he said, voice low. “For my wall.”

You blinked. Your chest did that soft, slow ache thing it always did when he let something honest slip through the cracks.

“Your wall, huh?”

He looked at the photo again, then at you. “Yeah. Seems like it’s missing something.”

Before you could reply, a loud, delighted gasp echoed across the room.

“WAIT A MINUTE!” Alexei bellowed, jolting everyone nearby.

He stomped over, pointing between you like he’d just discovered gravity. “You two! You’re the match! How did I not see it before?”

“Here we go,” Yelena muttered into her drink.

“I have been wasting time setting you up with strangers when my glorious friend Bucky has been brooding like tragic royalty over you for months!” Alexei continued. “Why didn’t I think of it before? I am an idiot!”

Bucky looked like he’d prefer to be anywhere else on Earth. You were covering your mouth, trying not to laugh.

“Alexei-” you started.

“No, no, do not try to talk me down. I am fixing this! You will have romantic training montages! Sparring sessions full of longing! One of you will get injured and confess feelings in a hospital bed-”

“Alright, that’s enough,” John cut in, dragging Alexei away by the sash. “You’re done.”

“I REGRET NOTHING!” Alexei yelled over his shoulder.

The room was in stitches. Bob handed you a shot. Yelena raised a toast “to inevitable love.” Ava laughed so hard she spilled her drink.

And through it all, Bucky stayed beside you. Quiet. Still holding that Polaroid.

You leaned in a little, voice barely above the music. “You’re really gonna keep it?”

He looked down at the photo, then back at you. “Yeah,” he said, softer than before. “I want to remember tonight.”

You didn’t say anything. But your smile said enough.

Val slapped a file down on the table, already mid-rant. “Simple infiltration. In and out. No surprises. Which means, naturally, something is going to go sideways.”

Yelena raised a hand. “Do we get to blow something up?”

“No.”

Alexei raised a hand. “What about someone?”

“Also no.” Val rolled her eyes and flicked a look toward you, who had just dropped into a seat between Ava and Bucky.

“You’re team lead on intel,” Val said. “They’ve been moving data through a shell company in Madrid. We need access. No blown covers, no trail.”

“Copy that,” you said, already scanning the file.

Bucky sat quiet beside you, jaw clenched, knuckles brushing the edge of the table every so often like he wasn’t sure what to do with his hands. He hadn’t talked to you much since the party. Since he kept that photo.

Not that you minded. You hadn’t said anything either. But you'd smiled when he walked in this morning. Just for him. He was still trying to recover.

The team split: Yelena, John, and Ava created distraction on the street level while you and Bucky infiltrated the top-floor server room of a sleek, glass building downtown.

It should’ve been easy. And it was - until the door sealed behind you and the power cut out.

“Great,” you muttered, flicking on a small penlight. “Of course this happens when I’m the one with the file.” You bent to work on the manual override. The penlight trembled slightly in your hand.

“You good?” Bucky asked quietly.

“I’m fine,” you replied. But you weren't - not entirely.

You hated tight spaces. Not a full-blown phobia, just… a lingering thing. A relic from a mission gone wrong years ago. You didn’t usually talk about it.

Bucky noticed anyway. He didn’t say anything else, but he stepped beside you, close enough to cast his calm over you like a weighted blanket. You worked in tandem, your fingers on the lock, his flashlight on the wiring panel. Close enough that his arm brushed yours every few seconds.

You didn’t move away. Neither did he.

The moment the power returned and the door released, you were back to mission mode. The others regrouped at the extraction van.

“Smooth job,” John said, passing you each water bottles. “Except for the part where you two got ghosted by electricity.”

You rolled your eyes. “It was barely twenty minutes.”

“I would’ve chewed through the door,” Bob offered helpfully. “Just saying.”

Alexei grinned. “That’s why we didn’t put you in charge of intel.”

As the team bickered good-naturedly in the back of the van, Bucky sat beside you, hands resting on his knees, shoulder just grazing yours.

No one commented. But you noticed. When you turned slightly to look at him, he was already looking at you. Neither of you said anything.

But the silence between you felt less like distance now. More like something unspoken, steadily building.

[spenceragnewfics]

I need to see some sort of fic were Spencer and Y/N get high and listen to random music

It feels good to be back, baby!

High on Life | Spencer Agnew x F!Reader

Warnings: Implied sexual content (18+), nudity, marijuana use, soft aftercare, emotional intimacy, light humor, friends with benefits dynamic.

Summary: Life in LA can be chaotic, especially when you're part of one of YouTube's biggest comedy channels. But amidst the long filming days and industry stress, you and Spencer have found comfort in each other. What started as casual hangouts has slowly become something softer, deeper, and harder to define. After another night of unwinding together, the walls between friendship and something more start to crumble—one shared joint, a perfectly timed playlist, and quiet confessions under the covers.

Word Count: 607

Living in the mean streets of LA can be difficult, and with a job at one of the most respected and highly thought of YouTube channels, it can make life even more stressful. Thankfully, you have Spencer.

He’s always been someone you can rely on since you started at Smosh, and even more now as you both have climbed the ladder at the company. So it wasn’t so shocking that you two set a time aside after each filming cycle to just kick back and relax.

It always starts normally, one of you coming over to the other’s apartment; this time, he came over to yours. You have dinner, watch movies, then sometimes one thing may lead to another, and you end up where you are now. Lying next to him naked, enjoying the relief that only comes after rustling around in the sheets.

Spencer caresses your face gently, his face adorned with a soft smile as you two look at each other sleepily. “How was that?” He asks, his voice somewhat hoarse.

“Amazing, as always.” You say, a playful smile on your lips, enjoying the view of your best friend’s beautiful brown eyes.

“Oh, I got something the other day. It’s been a while, so I thought you might want some.” He says suddenly, sitting up, exposing his hairy bare chest. Your eyes follow as he moves over to grab something out of his side drawer.

The familiar shape of a joint comes into view as he lies back down beside you, a lighter in hand. “Are you trying to get me to smoke the devil’s lettuce?” You say with a fake gasp, “How could you?” You joke, making him smile as he lights up the joint.

He lets out a soft chuckle, exhaling the first puff toward the ceiling. “Come on, don’t act like this is your first time. You’ve been more scandalous,” he teases, handing it over to you.

You roll your eyes playfully, taking it from him and taking a slow hit. The smoke curls in the dim light, dancing above the two of you as the warmth between the sheets starts to melt into something even softer, even more comfortable.

You pass it back and nudge his shoulder. “Put some music on. You always have the better playlists.”

Spencer grins like you just dared him to prove it. He leans over to grab his phone from the nightstand, fingers tapping through his Spotify library before he settles on a classic for your hangouts, Creed.

The mellow chords fill the room, wrapping around you both like a second blanket. Spencer sinks back down next to you, resting his head on your breasts this time, his arm sliding around your waist.

“This is nice,” he murmurs, tracing absent-minded shapes on your stomach. “We should do this more often.”

You hum in agreement, fingers in his hair. “We kind of already do.”

“Yeah, but I mean… intentionally. Not just after-work stress relief.”

You glance down at him. “Are you saying we should schedule our... naked bonding time?”

He snorts. “No, I’m saying maybe we stop pretending like this is some casual thing and admit it’s the best part of both our weeks.”

You don’t say anything at first, just keep playing with his hair, thinking. But then you lean down and kiss the top of his head. “Yeah… it is.”

He smiles into your skin, and the two of you fall into a comfortable silence, the music playing softly in the background, the smoke drifting lazily through the air. No rush. No pressure. Just you and Spencer, tangled together, exactly where you’re supposed to be.

[eddaawrites]

Stay over?

Tara yummy

Summary- You and Tara have a sleepover and things escalate quickly

Warnings - Smut, cunnilingus, dom!reader, sub!tara.

Inspired by this request

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Getting into my car I back out of my driveway to go pick Tara up for our sleepover. It’d been a while since we’d hung out and I missed her so much. If I was being honest, I’ve had feelings for her for quite a while. And for good reason.

She’s one of the sweetest people I know, always putting others before herself. And the way she carries herself, like she’s the only person in the world. And don’t get me started on her looks, the woman is unconditionally and breathtakingly stunning.

The way her eyes shine in the light. Dark as the night sky, stars dancing on their surface.

The way her hair falls from her shoulders, so perfectly.

She’s everything I ever dreamed of and more.

So when I walk into her apartment after unlocking the door with my spare key, and see her dancing on the middle of the floor, swaying her hips to music playing on her tv while she packs her overnight bag. I fall into a trance. Time slows down and all that exists is her. Only her.

I zone out so hard that I don’t even register her walking towards me until I feel her arms around me, her fingers interlinking behind my neck.

It takes me a while to get my heart beating again, but when it does I wrap them around her waist, pulling her closer.

“Hey, angel” I say, pulling back to look at those eyes.

“Hi” she responds, and my knees almost buckle. Her voice in music to my ears.

“You ready to go?” I ask her, and she nods her head excitedly.

“Yeah, let’s go” she says as she grabs her bag and her keys and exits out the door.

Once we’re in the car I hand her the aux cord and she queues a couple songs. “McDonalds?” I ask although I already know the answer. “Duh” she replies.

A couple of minutes pass and I pull into the McDonald’s drive through. I don’t bother asking her what she wants since we go here so often that I’ve memorised her order.

When I’ve placed the order and driven to the next window I look over to her and see that she’s already looking at me. There’s something in her eyes, the way she’s looking at me, but I can’t quite put my finger on what it means.

“Are you okay?” “ I’m great” she replies. “Well I know that” I chuckle and she laughs.

God I love that sound.

“Thank you” she grins. I hadn’t realised I said it out loud. I feel my face start to heat up. She looks at me the way she did just a minute ago, what does it mean? A strand of hair fall onto her forehead and I feel myself reach for it, tucking it behind her ear, and letting my hand linger a bit longer than needed. And her cheeks glow a deep scarlet.

She’s so beautiful. Even when she’s not trying to be. She has me captivated by her beauty by merely existing. It’s astonishing.

She nuzzles her face into my hand and I gently stroke her cheek with my thumb.

The drive through window opens and a woman holding a paper bag speaks but her words don’t register. “Sorry?” I speak. “Here’s your order, have a nice evening.” “Right, you too” I take the bag out of her hands, roll the window up and drive.

The car ride to my place is weirdly silent, except for the music. She’s never this quiet. But I don’t get a chance to ask her why as I pull into the parking lot of my house and she practically runs in through the front door. I’m surprised there isn’t a cartoony Tara shaped hole in my door.

I follow after her with the paper bag. She’s already sitting on my couch, remote control in hand going through Disney+ looking for a movie to watch. Finally deciding on Lady and the Tramp.

I throw myself onto the couch placing the food between us and grabbing a blanket from the basket beside the couch and throwing it over both of our legs. We eat and watch the movie in silence, for the most part since Tara talks over the movie almost the whole time.

When the movie is finished she’s asleep with her hair in her face, so I brush it behind her ear and give her a light kiss on her forehead.

“You missed my lips by a long shot” she whispers. I chuckle “how very rude of me” “absolutely unacceptable” she looks up at me. “Well what do you suppose we do about that” she pauses for a second “I guess you’ll just have to give me two kisses to make up for it”. I smirk “Oh, yeah?” “Mhmm” she says as she leans in, her eyes darting to my lips. “Well if that’s the only way you’ll forgive me”.

Our lips meet in a slow and gentle manner. My hand glides up to her cheek, the other settling on her waist. She throws hers around my neck, her fingers tangling in my hair and I groan as she gives it a soft tug, my hand tightening around her waist.

I glide my tongue over her bottom lip beckoning her to open her lips, she does. It’s messy, the kiss filled with lust and passion as I pull her to sit on my lap.

I let my hands travel her body starting at her waist, down to her hips, to her ass giving it a quick squeeze, and up again to her upper back and then letting them fall to rest on her hips, guiding her to grind on my thigh. She does so and moans at the friction, the sound making my lower stomach warm and I moan into her mouth.

Her hands fall to the hem of my shirt tugging on it and I raise my arms as she pulls it over my head and throws it to the side and I do the same for her, taking her appearance in and looking up at her, pulling her into another kiss, this one gentle and caring. “So beautiful” I whisper against her lips.

My lips trail from the corner of her mouth, to her jaw, her neck and finally the edge of her bra. I look up at her and she nods. So i take her bra off, my mouth watering at the sight and I bring her left tit into my mouth grabbing the other one with my hand. She arches her back into me and throws her head back.

When I twist the peak between my index finger and thumb and gently nibble on the other one she lets out the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. “Oh fuck” she moans. She brings her hands to my belt buckle and looks down at me “please”. “Well since you asked so nicely”

I turn us over so she’s under me and kiss down her stomach. When I reach her pants I look up at her “are you sure?” To which she immediately responds to by nodding. “I need words, baby”. ”Yes, please. I need you”. “Atta girl” she responds by lifting her hips up for me to pull her pants down.

Once I’ve thrown them onto the ground with the rest of the clothes I lower myself so that I’m at eye level with her black lace thong. I wrap my arms around the backs of her thighs, pull her closer and kiss up the inside of her thighs slowly getting closer to where I want to be. I deliver a soft kiss to the wet spot on her panties and pull them down moaning at the sight.

“Jesus you’re soaked, is this all for me?” I breathe out. “All f’you” she moans. I slide a finger between her folds collecting her wetness, popping the finger into my mouth and rolling my eyes to the back of my head moaning at the taste. “God you taste so good, baby. You gonna let me have some more?” I ask. “Mhmm, can have as much as you want” she breathes out and I dive into her pussy, devouring her. Not letting a drop go to waste.

I suck her clit into my mouth, circling my tongue around it. Her back arches off the couch as she lets out a pornographic moan. “Fuck keep doing that”. She grinds her pussy on my face and I moan, the vibrations setting her own moans off.

I flip us over again so she’s sitting on my face and she instantly starts grinding down on my mouth. I slip my tongue into her pussy, and she grinds her clit on my nose. Her hands find my hair as her legs start shaking, her eyes rolling back and her head doing the same as she cums. Hard.

Once her moans die down I pull her off of me and place her down getting up and going to the bathroom to get a wet cloth to clean her up.

When I get back she’s half asleep so I try to be gentle so as to not wake her up. But when I accidentally touch her sensitive clit she hisses and clamps her legs shut. “Shh, I need to clean you up, baby”. She opens her legs again and lets me finish.

Once I’m done I grab us both some oversized T-shirts from my closet and put mine on, taking my pants off in the process and putting the second one on her. Then I lay down on the couch next to her pulling her back to my chest.

“Goodnight, Tara” I whisper in her ear before placing a kiss on the top of her head “Goodnight”

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A/n: Sorry this took so long I’ve been kinda out of it lately. And please be nice since this is the first time I’ve written smut. Love you guys!! ❤️

[spence-whore]

I don’t want you like a best friend

Spencer Agnew x Reader

A/N not me doing another imagine based on a Taylor song whhhaaaatttt I love Taylor so so so much. I was listening to music in the shower and dress started playing I was like holy shit, I have to write a tension filled imagine with Spencer and this song??? Also, forewarning, I will be using gender neutral terms as usual but I will be using more feminine things and mentioning things like wearing dresses. one last thing, i just started my summer classes. so, i wont get to edit these as much as before. i apologize for any mistakes!

TRIGGER WARNING// some angst and tension:)

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Our secret moments in a crowded room, they got no idea about me and you.

Parties and little get togethers are a common thing with the Smosh cast.

They always find some reason to rent out an air bnb to throw parties.

Chanse suggested throwing a little party before you all got to leave the office for a two week break.

“Y/N! I’m so glad you could make it!” You hear Chanse screech whenever you walked into the front door with your suitcase. He come running up to you, to give you a quick hug.

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss something like this. The parties you throw are always absolutely iconic.” You respond giving him a tight squeeze back.

“So, who all has made it?” You asked and looked around. A lot of the cast and crew had arrived, including Spencer. The house was absolutely packed but there was something about him having his eyes on you, that made you feel like you were on fire. The last time a party was thrown for the crew, the two of you had ended up in a bathroom, doing things you shouldn’t be doing to then turn around and call yourself only friends. The two of you played it off really well after though because no one knew who you had snuck off with.

There is an indentation in the shape of you. Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo.

“I still want to know who you snuck off with last time we had a party.” You hear Erin say whenever she approaches you and Chanse. “Yeah!” Chanse agrees.

Whenever she mentions that night, you see it catches Spencer’s ears. He perks up in his seat and gets that infamous smirk on his face.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Can you show me to my room?” You mumbled and shook your head.

“I’ll show you but dude, that is such a lie.” Erin says and starts walking towards a hallway, where a bunch of bedrooms were located. “You had hickeys all over you. It was so obvious you tried hiding them too but you are not good at covering marks.” She said laughing loudly.

You just shook your head again and denied it.

“We’ll eventually pull it from you. Everyone’s going to be getting ready in a few minutes, if you want to go ahead and get dressed.” Erin suggests while opening your bedroom door. “You’re sharing with me and Angela, by the way.”

You nodded your head and let her know, you would go ahead and start getting ready.

Erin quickly nodded her head and pulled the door behind her, so you could get ready in private till her and Angela joined you.

You quickly pulled this dress on that Courtney had pointed out to you one day while at the mall with a bunch of the crew. They were recording a spend the day with us at the mall where they done random little challenges. You, Spencer, and Courtney had went into a store, trying to find goofy looking outfits for everyone to wear. The three of you walked around for a while before you just started looking at the clothes for things for you. You hear Courtney shout, “I genuinely just found something for you, Y/N! You would look so hot in this.” You turn around and see Courtney holding up a mid length black dress. There was a high slit in the thigh. It was a spaghetti strapped dress. It was simple but looked comfortable. You actually thought it was really cute. Courtney asked Spencer what he thought and his face flushed red very quickly and all he could do was nod his head yes.

You tried the dress on for fun and Spencer looked like his eyes were about to bulge out of his eyes. You didn’t end up buying the dress that day but you went back and bought it the next day. He wasn’t aware that you had gotten it, no one was.

You stood there for a minute, looking at yourself in the mirror, when you heard a knock come from the door beside you.

“You can come in!” You shout softly, flattening the dress against your body.

The door pushes open gently and you see Courtney and Angela standing there. Spencer was back behind them.

“Holy shit, is that the dress we seen in the mall?” Courtney asks, getting excited.

You just smiled and shook your head yes.

All of the silence and patience, pining and anticipation. My hands are shaking from holding back from you.

All of the silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting.

My hands are shaking from all this…

Say my name and everything just stops, I don’t want you like a best friend.

Spencer looked like he was about to pass out behind the two.

“Wow, you look… wow.” You hear Spencer whisper from the doorway while Courtney and Angela walk to sit on the bed behind you.

You acted like you didn’t hear Spencer, so you turned towards him. His eyes were just filled with desperation. It was like a mutual feeling between the two, you knew he wanted to reach out and to touch you. You knew that he wanted to kiss you, to hold you. You were dying for him to reach forward and to just put his hands on you, to kiss you as well.

“What’d you say, Spence?” You ask, trying to play off the little moment the two of you had.

Courtney and Angela were behind the two of you, looking at each other with complete confusion over what is going on.

“You look really beautiful, Y/N.” He says and clears his throat then gives you a tight lipped smile.

You just smiled back at him and shook your head. “Thank you, I really don’t though.” You say giggling. “I haven’t even done anything yet, besides put a dress on.”

Spencer walked around you to go sit in a chair beside the two beds but then realized that the tag of your dress was sticking out. He quickly walks up behind you and pushes your hair over your shoulder. You tensed up and froze because you didn’t know what was going on.

“Oh, uh, sorry. Your-“ Spencer got quiet then pushed the tag softly under the neckline of the dress. “The tag was sticking out of the dress.” Spencer whispered and gave your shoulder a soft squeeze.

The two of you move apart quickly whenever you hear coughs. Courtney and Angela quickly stood up. “We’re gonna go grab a drink.” Angela says very quickly, pointing at the door with her thumb. “Uh, will be back in a few minutes!” Courtney practically shouts as Angela pulls her out of the room.

The two might as well have ran out of the room and slammed the door shut behind them.

You and Spencer look at each other with confusion, acting like you didn’t understand what was going on.

“When did you end up getting this dress?” Spencer asked sitting down on the chair near you.

Only bought this dress, so you could take it off.

Carve your name into my bedpost cause I don’t want you like a best friend.

Only bought this dress, so you could take it off.

You had pulled another chair up in front of the full body mirror, to start curling your hair and to do your makeup.

“I just decided to go back the next day and buy it.” You respond, slightly shrugging your shoulders.

“Is there a reason you went back and bought it?” Spencer asked, trying to seem chill about the piece of fabric on your body, but he wasn’t playing it so calmly.

“I dunno.” You whispered while placing soft curls throughout your hair with a curling iron. “A certain someone’s reaction to me in it, just made me curious to how they would react to it if I wore it to something where we’ve made certain decisions in the past.”

Spencer didn’t say anything, he just stared at you with a shocked expression.

You started to do the pigtail trick with your hair, that makes it quicker to curl your hair. You parted your hair and put it into two pigtails then quickly curled the two pigtails. It only took two minutes to do then you pulled the two hair ties out of your hair. The soft curls had flooded down your back while you looked for your makeup bag. It hit you that it was still in your bag, on your bed, beside Spencer. You quickly sprayed hairspray throughout your hair and nodded back towards Spencer.

“Spencer?” He just nodded while staring at you. “Could you get in that bag and hand me my makeup bag?”

Spencer quickly stood up and grabbed your bag from the front of the bed. He unzipped it then retrieved your makeup bag, to hand it to you. He walked over and handed the makeup bag to you but the two of you practically grasped hands while he just stared holes into you. You felt like electricity was just shooting throughout your body while he quickly stepped back.

The two of you didn’t realize it but Courtney, Angela, and Erin were just staring at you two in shock from the doorway.

Spencer looked over at the door quickly then stepped back towards his seat to grab his drink that he carried in.

“I should probably go finish getting ready and help getting everything, uh, set up.” He whispers before quickly heading out of the room.

“Do you want to explain what that was?” Erin harshly whispered, looking at you with nothing but excitement in her eyes.

“What was what?” You asked nonchalantly, acting like you didn’t know what was going on.

“Oh my god!” Angela practically screams. “You hooked up with Spencer last time, didn’t you?” She whispered excitedly, jumping up and down in her spot.

You, once again, tried playing the question off but the redness all over your face completely called you out.

“Oh my god! Spencer is the secret guy you hook up with every time! Are you two like a couple or something?” Courtney asks while quickly pulling one of the chairs over beside you while you finished up your makeup.

You shook your head no, “I’m not going to lie to you about that. I honestly wish we were.” You whispered while finishing your eyeliner with a soft laugh.

The three women were practically exploding with the information they had just found out tonight.

“What happened the last time?” Angela asked, pulling a chair alongside Erin.

Inescapable, I’m not even gonna try and if I get burned, at least we were electrified.

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

Everyone thinks that they know us but they know nothing about all of this silence and patience, pining and anticipation.

You kept working at your makeup and decided to just explain to the three women what had caused you two to end up in the guest bathroom, away from the New Year’s party.

“I have had the biggest crush on Spencer ever since I’ve joined the crew. I had convinced myself I would never tell him how I feel. The night of that party though, oh my god. It was like there was something in the air.” You paused for a minute to just laugh, remembering how you felt that night. “Every single time we would brush hands or something, it felt like electricity would fly throughout my body. I thought at first, I can’t do this. I ended up getting a little too drunk and so did Spencer. We were sat together in this hallway, just drinking and talking. I finally just told him how I felt. I panicked and jumped up, to run off but he grabbed my hand. He started to tell me how he felt then I, of course, happened to spill a little bit of my drink. He pulled me into the bathroom, to help me clean up. While we were in there, he was just wiping away at the alcohol with a wet rag. It literally felt like my body was on fire. I don’t know what made me do it but I just leaned forward and kissed him.”

The three women around you looked like they were about to explode with the biggest smiles on their face.

“Wait, so you two had sex in the bathroom?” Erin bluntly asked then got whacked on the arm by Courtney.

You just laughed and shook your head no. “Again, I won’t lie to you, we almost did. My dumbass stumbled and knocked over the rest of my drink into the shower. The glass shattered, so Spencer panicked and made me sit on the sink while he cleaned it up. We decided maybe the bathroom, during a party, wouldn’t be the best first time for something like that.”

“How did we not see something happening between you two?” Angela asked with genuine confusion on her face.

“Oh, there isn’t anything going on between the two of us. We’re only really friends, to be honest. I hate that we’re only friends but we never really approach the topic unless it’s in situations like us being plastered.” You admit, shaking your head in shame. “I think it’s because we’re both too scared to admit that we’re something more than friends.”

Erin laughed loudly, “Yeah, I’m sorry but the two of you are not just friends. You were, like, sucking each other’s faces off in the bathroom and being like little leeches.”

You just laughed and stood to face the three around you. “I’m done getting ready, so I’m gonna just head on out there.”

“You just wanna go see your little boyfrienddddddd.” Angela says in a singing tone.

You just laughed once again and shook your head at the woman before exiting the room.

You look around the entire room to see who all is here tonight. Not everyone is staying in the Air BNB, only a few of the crew are.

You spot Kiana, Spencer, and Shayne standing at a table in the kitchen, getting drinks.

You approached them and give Shayne a soft smile. “Hey guys!” You say with a smile on your face.

“Hi, you sweet angel! You look beautiful!” Kiana says with a big smile on her face.

“Oh, why thank you.” You take her compliment while grabbing a red solo cup from the counter and poured some kind of whiskey from the counter.

“There’s glass cups you can use, you know?” You hear Shayne say from beside you.

You look over and see Spence looking you up and down while Shayne is nodding towards the glass cups.

“Oh, that’s okay. I would probably end up accidentally breaking it again.” You say chuckling and sent Spencer a quick glance. He catches onto what you were talking about and heat flooded his face once again.

Spencer goes to take a sip of his drink, trying to act chill, whenever Kiana calls him out. “Spence, if you stare any harder, your eyes might get stuck.”

Spencer choked on his drink and shook his head. You were shockingly the only one to pick up on it but his hands started to tremor.

My hands are shaking from holding back from you.

All of the silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting, my hands are shaking from all of this.

Say my name and everything just stops, I don’t want you like a best friend.

Spencer quickly tries to shake the feeling he has and change the conversation but he can’t stop the feeling of heat flowing through his body due to you. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. He was literally shaking from how nervous just your presence alone was making him. He couldn’t get over how beautiful you looked.

“Hey guys, I’m gonna step outside and get some fresh air. It’s getting kind of stuffy in here.” You say quickly to the group, feeling like you were starting to suffocate in the room. You didn’t want to admit it but the look Spencer was giving you was extremely intense. You couldn’t deal with it anymore because you were dying for him to just do something.

You walked away from the group and start to head out the door to walk outside. You didn’t know it but Spencer trailed behind you, wanting to get a moment alone with you.

You stepped outside, slightly agitated. You were getting so tired of having to hide everything. You were so tired of acting like you were just friends with the man whenever you both knew friends don’t sneak off to make out at parties with their other best friends present. You wanted him to hold you. You wanted him to kiss you, to touch you, to just show you that he wants you.

Only bought this dress, so you could take it off, take it off.

Carve your name into my bedpost, I don’t want you like a best friend.

Only bought this dress, so you could take it off.

“You okay?” You hear Spencer ask from behind you as you sat down on the porch steps.

You just laughed. “You know, I bought this dress with the idea that the next time you saw me in it… You might actually make a move further and act like we aren’t just friends. I mean this in the nicest way possible. I don’t want you like a best friend, Spencer. I want to be able to kiss you everyday and call you mine.” You answered him in an aggravated tone.

“I don’t want you like a best friend either, Y/N. Are you that oblivious? The day I fell in love with you, I thought that you knew.” Spencer laughed and said while sitting down beside you.

You just stared at him with confusion on your face, “What do you mean the day you fell in love with me?”

Spencer sat in silence for a minute, just taking the cold air in. “I have been in love with you for so long. The first time I remember realizing that I had fallen so hard for you was whenever I had first bleached and buzzed my hair.”

Flashback when you met me, your buzz cut and my hair bleached.

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

Flashbacks to my mistakes, my rebounds, my earthquakes.

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

You chuckled remembering the first time you had seen him with his new haircut. “I remember you came around the corner and I became like a stuttering mess.”

You started to shiver and Spencer noticed it. “Would you want to head inside? We could chill upstairs in the movie room? We can finish talking about this whenever we get in there.”

You shook your head yes, freezing in the dress.

The two of you headed inside and walked up the steps to the movie room. Everyone was in the big living room, drinking and dancing.

You two headed into the movie room and sat down in the plush love seat.

“Wait, so are you saying my reaction is what made you fall in love with me?” You asked once you got inside and processed what Spencer had said. You folded your knees under you and pulled a blanket over your lap.

Spencer smiled and nodded his head at you.

“That was during the worst time of my life, though. I was severely depressed and going on dates left and right because I just wanted someone to love me.” You said silently laughing over how desperate you sounded.

“You’ve always had someone who has loved you in front of you. You’ve just never realized it.” Spencer says and reaches his hand out to rest it on your knee.

The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes before Spencer broke the silence. “I want to make a move or whatever it was you said outside. I want to call you mine. I just don’t want to do that while we’re tipsy. I want to talk about it while we’re sober.” Spencer says giving you a soft smile on his face.

You nodded your head at Spencer, “I agree. It is probably best that we do talk about it while we’re sober.”

The two of you sat and talked for almost three hours straight, while people would pass by and make comments here and there. No one ever stuck there though, they were just letting the two of you soak up each other’s presence.

Before you knew it, you had passed out and Spencer had fallen asleep as well.

I woke up just in time

Now, I wake up by your side, my one and only my lifeline.

I woke up just in time, now I wake up by your side.

My hands shake, I can’t explain this.

You woke up and felt a pressure around your waist. You hear whispering and open your eyes to see Chanse and Erin peeking their heads around a corner.

“Holy shit, look at them.” You hear Chanse say while giggling.

“I’m awake asshole.” You whispered towards the two freaking out and they took off running.

You turn your head to the side and realized, you and Spencer had fallen asleep rambling over random stuff to each other. You know you had admitted your feelings to each other last night but you couldn’t help trembling due to excitement. You finally had the guy by your side that you had fallen so hard for.

The two of you were laid out across the couch. Spencer was laid on his side and had you in a tight hold around your waist. You were laid on your back. You reached your hand up and ran it softly through his hair.

Spencer scrunched his nose and pressed his face softly into your neck. His facial hair, tickling the side of your neck. You giggle trying to move your head away whenever you hear him slightly whisper, “Still don’t want me like a best friend?”

[trendywives]

How good do you think burnice is at lap dancing

burnice is surprisingly good at it. bbutt, most of the times she gets a lil too into it, cw: gn! reader, suggestive content, lap dancing

rnb music softly plays through the dj’s speakers, winding down the upbeat atmosphere the dance floor once had. those on the dance floor grind against their partners to the slow rhythm. you’re already sitting down, sipping on a margarita that’s starting to making you turn light-headed. your gaze search through the crowd and burnice is no where to be found after the song change. weird, where did that crazy girl go? you trust her but you’re just worried she danced too hard, ran out of energy, and passed out.

“ there you are, darlin’~ “ a familiar, pretty voice purrs. speak of the devil, your girl comes to your corner, fresh glass of her own alcohol in hand, her visor sitting on the bridge of her nose, and a jubilant grin on her pink lips. “ burnice, we met eyes multiple times while i stayed in the same booth for the last two songs. it’s not like I wandered off. “ you chuckled as the aforementioned girl plops down next to you, humming the melody of the song currently playing. she takes a long sip from her glass and quickly sets it down on the table. her body relaxes into your side, pretty face leaning closer to yours. “ how you liking the new eridu’s club? this location opened up last week and i was itchin’ to take you here with me. “

burnice’s voice was soft and sultry as she whispers. a gloved palm rubs loose circles into your stomach. your arm that was once hanging off the head of the booth, hooks loosely around her. “ i like it, i’m just not much of a partier like you are, burnice. “ she giggles, sliding her visors on top of her head to peer into your eyes alluringly. burnice draws her smiling lips closer to yours. “ hehe, we can change that tonight~ “ she pecks your lips before maneuvering herself on your lap, startling you.

“ b-burnice, wh-what are you— “ she presses a singular finger to your hushed lips.

“ shhh~ focus on me, sugar. “

you gulp, bobbing your head with a mix of anticipation and puzzlement. burnice giggles again and sways her hips along to the smooth beat. your eyes closely follow her hands running up her curvy sides in a liquid-like motion. she purposely slips her little leather jacket off her shoulders and gives you a wink and cutely sticks out her tongue. the flashing led lights makes the slow ambience feel like a fever dream. your fingers twitch, yearning to touch your girlfriend’s soft skin. burnice notices and smirks, “ hypnotized already, aren’t cha? “ she plucks her visors from her head and positions it right on your face. this girl.

she gracefully slides off your lap and twirls her pretty ass around. burnice slowly drops to her knees and lightly bounces to the smooth melody of the song. you can admit, the girl can definitely groove and it’s hard to look away. nothing is stiff, her head and body moves smoothly with her little shimmies. after a few moments, she sensually gets back on her heels, and bends over, giving you a nice view under her skirt. you can see her spandex—her nicely shaped ass. “ b-burnice! “ you blurt out, flustered by her bold ministration.

you hear her laugh and momentarily shakes her hips, practically throwing ass at your face, before turning around to you again. you can see her easy smile through the orange shades. “ c’mon darlin’, i’m just dancin’! “

you sigh bashfully as burnice sits back onto your lap. “ there’s a difference between giving me a lap dance and shaking your butt in my face. .“ with one hand on your shoulder, she twists her upper body, clumsily grabbing for her drink, and drinks it all in one go. a big sigh of content escapes her and she casually turns back around to you. “ y-you crazy girl! wh-what did you just down? “

“ hehe, tequila mixed with nitro fuel! “

yeah, she’s guaranteed to pass out in about an hour.

[thesassypadawan]

Christmas Cookies (Leo x WifeReader)

Summary:  After successfully putting down the kiddos for the night, you decide to use this quiet time to get some baking done.  Too bad your cookie loving husband insists on supervising and taste testing.  But he really can’t make a proper judgement call until he gets some milk to go with those Christmas cookies.

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there’s sooo much of the smut.  One thirsty big chooch (lactation), lots of yummy cookies, some cheesy holiday music, making a mess on the counter (in your ‘slutty elf’ panties), hints of a dad bod, and… Leo’s big, fat dick.

Notes:  Happy Holidays, lovelies!  Welcome to track one of my special holiday mix, Christmas Cookies! (This wonderful, amazing request came from @gummifrogs! Thank you so much for letting me write this, I had so much fun!) ❤️💚

- “Oi, big chooch!  Get outta there!”  Jokingly you scold, playfully giving Leo a gentle whack on his knuckles.  On his cute bottom with the wooden spoon.  “Save some for the kids…me…the baby!”

- “Can’t help that they’re so good,” he chuckles between bites.  Big, childish grin on his face; frosting tinting his lips and tongue a faint green.  “Plus it’s those sympathy cravings, mio angelo.”  Boldly going for what has to easily be his twelfth cookie of the afternoon.  “Makes me want to gobble them all…oof!  Hey, watch that thing!”

- Expecting another little smack from the confectionary weapon, you catch him off guard instead with a bigger one from your own plump backside.  “Opps, sorry…”  Taunting, shaking it teasingly as you bend to pop another batch into the oven.  “…wide load coming through.”

- Not able to resist a perfect opportunity, he more than happily gets himself a generous handful.  Earning himself a small squeak in response.  “No complaints here.”  While also helping himself to that elusive Santa shaped cutout he had his eye on.  And a second, just to take make it an even baker’s dozen in his slightly soft stomach.  “Except there’s somethin’ missin’ that would make these taste so much better.”

- Knowing your husband all too well and exactly where this was heading towards.  You figure why not, wouldn’t hurt to have a bit of some jolly fun.  “Leo, I swear to all that’s holey.  If you say what I think you’re going to…”

- However your warning isn’t much of a threat, sort of lacks that certain bite necessary.  When you’re pushing up, grinding against…feeling his fat length harden and dig into your lower back.  Getting the next sheet prepared and ready to go…listening to his muffled grunts the entire time.

- Finished with his treat and, most likely, wanting to just cut to the chase.  He places a big hand on your shoulder, the other on your plush hip.  Slowly swaying you both to that familiar holiday tune, humming above you. “What?  I was only gonna say that they go so much better with some…milk.  Think ya could help me with that?”

- There it was…  “Milk, huh?”  Wiping your palms off on the nearby dishrag, nudging the tray off to the side…before you turn in his hold.  “Yeah, I might be able to spare some.”  Arms winding around his thick middle, as you press your engorged chest into him.  The damp, soaked fabric of your ‘borrowed’ shirt sticking to his.  “But you got fifteen thou-”

- “Deal…”  Not letting you finish and certainly not needing any further encouragement, he grabs your squishy globes.  Hoisting you onto the flour and sprinkle covered counter, like you weigh nothing.  “…ya sure it can only be-”

- “Fifteen…”  Reaching, you break a piece off from a recently iced one.  Pressing it to, slipping it past his lips.  “I don’t want the batch burning…don’t need you drinking all of the twins late night feeding.  Got it?”

- “Got it…”  Happily chewing away, he slots his larger frame between your legs.  Caging you in with a strong arm, leaning in close.  Peppering and smothering your cheeks, nose, forehead in loving kisses.  “Ya have my word…”

- “Promise…”  Lightly calloused fingertips smooth over, caress your adorable tummy.  Leaving behind powdery, white smudges and prints as they come to fiddle…tug at your hem.  Before lifting, pulling it off and up over your head.  Letting it drop carelessly to the tiled floor  “Little mama…”

- Warm palm cups and massages a heavy, tender breast.  Wet nipples pebble from the cool, hot air of your tiny kitchen.  Milk leaking, fat droplets trickling…coating Leo’s long digits.  While you coo, mewl softly…while his kisses trail lower and lower.  “Mmmh, heard that about a hundred times.”

- “Don’t know what ya talkin’ about,” Leo replies not so innocently.  Breath washing over, causing goosebumps to rise on your taut skin.  “All I’m hearin’ ya say is…”  Nose bumping, nudging…tongue swirling, lapping at your sore nub.  “…buon appetito.”

- Like a man parched, acting like he hasn’t had a drink in days…he eagerly latches on.  That all too familiar letdown feeling spreading through your bloated tit as he sucks hungrily.  Head titled to the side so sweetly, blissful look on his handsome face.  Your hand cradling, scratching the back lightly with your festive nails.  “Yeah, yeah…”

- It takes just a few pulls from his greedy mouth for that warm, tingling sensation to start growing.  Small gasp escaping you, low groan from him.  The kind that rumbles in his chest, into you…straight to your trembling, fluttering cunny. Rich cream filling, spreading across his tastebuds with each deep draw.  “Buon…”

- Head lulls back, soft pants fall from your lips.  Shivers and sparks of pleasure running rampant, erupting throughout your overly sensitive body.  From his fingers circling your other, neglected bud.  Teasing out a few milky beads that plop onto, roll down the swell of your bump.  “Appetito…”

- Each rhythmic pull and suckle pushes you closer to that orgasmic edge.  Floods your system with all those lovely endorphins.  That cloud and fog your hormone, addled brain.  Causes you to be hot and sticky in more ways than one.  Digits tangling in those short, dark locks…silently coaxing him on, to keep drinking.  “Amore mio…”

- And right as you’re about to reach that blinding apex.  Create a pretty mess on the counter and in those ‘slutty elf’ panties of yours.  Air fills with the timer’s happy beeps.  Your frustrated huffs from being left half full.  The wet pop when he releases your puffy, soggy nipple…

- “That’s it, sugar…out of time,” he mutters.  Gazing up at you with those sparkling blue eyes, mischievous glint sparkling in them.  Clearly enjoying, taking amusement from your flushed face and flustered expression.  “But I got an idea for ya.”

- Licking his lips, his digits clean.  “How about we pop another batch in the oven…”  Slowly, savoring…making sure to get every last drop.  “Get another fifteen for some kissin’ and a huggin’.”

- Shakily grabbing the prepped sheet next to, pushing it into his hands.  You let out an exasperated giggle, returning his naughty look.  “And that’s why you eat Christmas cookies all year long.”

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[big-ooof]

You're Insane (I love it)

note: mdni; sexual content 18+

Jake and reader are an established couple attending an event at a club. Maybe it was the alcohol or your attraction to your man, but you get extremely horny and need to do something about it.

You freely dance to the music playing while your boyfriend endearingly watches you have a great time. The DJ transitions to a slower song and you find yourself lifting up your arms to wrap them around Jake's neck. He grabs your waist with one hand to hold you against his body and he holds his drink with the other. You gradually position yourself so your cunt is pressed against his thigh, keeping the rhythm of the music.

"Babe, are you horny right now?" Jake asks as he drags his hand down from your waist and places it on your ass. You look up at him with half-lidded eyes and a smile. He laughs and takes a sip of his drink. "You know we're in the middle of the dance floor, you gotta contain yourself."

"Mm, but you're already looking out for me, for us," your smile turns mischievous. "You just look so good in all black, with your shirt unbuttoned nice and low for me. And your slacks feel so good against my cunt."

Jake keeps his eyes up, scanning the room, but you can feel his grip on your ass tighten. "Let's get out of here then."

"No."

Jake stops moving and tries to look at your face clearly. "No?"

"I want to cum right now, I don't want to move from this spot," you run your fingers through the back of his head and pull him down to kiss him. His hand moves from your ass back to your waist to add pressure between you and his thigh. He can feel you smile as you continue to make out.

"You're insane." Jake whispers in your ear after you cum on his thigh.

"You love that about me, though." You reply, kissing his neck. Jake shakes his head while biting his lip. You laugh at his reaction because you know you're right. Jake takes control majority of the time when it comes to your sex life, he loves it and you do too. But sometimes you like to take control in a way that he doesn't need to do anything, you just need his cock and his attention.

Once you get back home, Jake makes himself another drink and sits down on the couch just like you asked him to. You look at him with lust as you slowly walk towards him and place your hands on his chest. You kiss him on the lips before dragging your hands down to his belt, unbuckling it and unbuttoning his pants. He lifts his hips to help you pull down his pants, taking his boxers down with it.

You look up at him and bite your lip before licking the length of his shaft. Jake mouths 'fuck' and let his eyes roll back as he looks up at the ceiling. Once you were content with the spit and saliva on his cock you stood up and let Jake pull your panties to the side as you positioned yourself over his cock.

Jake watched as you slowly lowered yourself until your were fully seated on his cock. Your eyes were closed and you moaned quietly. He loved watching you use his cock to satisfy yourself. He took both of your hands with his and intertwined your fingers. You used the stability to rock back and forth.

"Tell me when you're about to cum, okay, baby?" Jake softly asks.

You open your eyes and let out a laugh, "You always know when I'm about to cum, though."

"Yeah, that's true, but I want to hear it. I want to hear you say it while I watch you become undone on my cock."

"Fuck, keep talking like that," you plead as you quicken your pace. Jake doesn't disappoint and within a minute you're reaching your climax and your boyfriend savors this image of you.

You collapse on his chest and Jake wraps an arm around you while he uses his other hand to aimlessly trace lines and shapes on your back and arm.

Jake finishes his drink and stands up, lifting you up with him. He walks to the bathroom and sits you down on the counter. You whine when he leaves you to turn on the shower. He opens the medicine cabinet and takes out a make up wipe.

"You're insane," you tell him as he removes your makeup.

"Me?"

"Yeah," you laugh. "You're doing my skin care routine."

Jake smirks, "if that's the threshold for being insane, then I'll take it."

You gently grab his wrist to pause what he's doing and you look intently in his eyes. After a beat, "Thank you."

Jake smiles and he leans down to kiss you, "I love you, baby."

"Even though we're insane?" you ask with your eyes closed. You stopped swinging your legs to wraps them around Jake who was standing in between them.

He tilts his head and cups your face in his hands. "Yes. I love that about us, too."

Pleased with his answer, "Good, I love you."

[nbayoungmeg]

present 𝜗𝜚 chris sturniolo

pairing: dealer!chris & cutesy stoner!reader

summery: chris comes home from his late night deals… etc idfk

warnings: smut (i tried)

a/n: this is my first time writing anything since i failed my english gcse. i’m just gonna fuck it and post this randomly so good luck. hopefully i dont have a panic attack and delete this LOL

your lying in bed waiting for your boyfriend to come home from his late night deals, getting comfy in your freshly washed sheets and turning on a movie. you feel your eyes drooping closed, the movie turning into background noise.

your tiredness quickly faded as you hear the front door slam shut, quick steps travelling up the stairs.

“hey baby. oh- did i wake you up i’m sorry-“

you smile and rub your eyes as chris bursts through the bedroom door

“no chris i was awake. just” he laughs softly, putting his duffel at the end of the bed. the smell of weed filling the room as he opens his bag. “how was tonight? busy”

“not too bad really, some idiot tried taking my shit without paying though. otherwise pretty chill” he pulls a preroll out his pocket along with your lighter. your eyes widen, smirk plastering your face, you snatch the lighter out his hand.

“that’s where she went, took her on a little journey did you?”

“her.” he looks at you trying not to burst out laughing “are you deadass y/n? does ‘she’ have a name too?” he finds himself too funny.

“stop laughing at me. no ‘she’ doesn’t”

he lovingly rolls his eyes at you leaning down and kissing your forehead.

“have you smoked already tonight?” you ask

“no i held back, thought you’d want a smoke tonight so i waited for you” he grabbed the flower shaped ash tray -obviously yours- off the table while you turned the movie you completely forgot about off and put on some music.

“you can do the honours m’lady” chris smirks handing you the preroll.

“why thank you” you pop the joint into your mouth, lighting it. chris jumps into bed with you putting his arm over your shoulder, you get comfy.

after passing the joint back and forth between a random conversation, you put the ashtray on the side table. as you turn back around you see chris getting out of bed. “where are you going baby?”

“i have something to show you” he says, leaving you with a confused look as he digs through his bag. chris pulls out a little shopping bag, handing it to you. “look inside” you reach in to find a ed hardy tank top, your eyes widening. “i saw it in the window of a shop while i was out and thought you’d like it.. do you?”

“oh my god chris, it’s so cute thank you” you jump out of bed pulling chris down by his neck into a kiss, “i love you baby” you say while pulling him in for a hug hug him before running to your wardrobe mirror.

“i love you too” he turns to see you ripping off you previous top, catching a glimpse of your lacy pink bra before you shove his present over you head. you spin around to show him, “fits perfectly too. well done chris”

“oh shit you look goodd” he pulls you into his chest by your waist, leaning down to your ear whispering “i think we need to take it back off though” he smiles into your neck “don’t you think y/n?”

you instinctively extend you neck for him, he continues pressing kisses over your neck and collarbones, “yeah i think i should probably take it off, don’t wanna, ruin it before i get the chance to wear it out.” you both smile at each other, raising your arms for chris to pull the tank top off you.

next thing you know your lying on the bed, one leg dressed over his shoulder, the other wrapped round his waist. chris pressing kisses over your knee as he thrusted in and out of you. your a moaning mess underneath him. he looks so good you could cum just by looking at him.

“fuck y/n- y’look so fucking pretty taking me like this”

you try to speak, all that comes out is shaky moan. he moves your leg from round his waist into his other shoulder, stroking down your thigh gripping it tightly as he fucks into you. chris looks down at your fucked out face, he leans down into a passionate kiss, pushing your legs down into your chest- basically folding you in half. you moan into the kiss, the new position reaching a new spot inside you.

your body starts shaking as chris sets a new pace, “god i love you y/n”

“f-fuck i love you baby” you manage to get out through cluttered groans.

the eye contact making both of you smile.

chris reaches round your legs, his hand finds you clit, rubbing firm, deliberate circles as he feels you clenching around him. “you gonna cum with me baby?” he whispers into your ear. his breathe against your ear making you shiver

“ple-please”

“that’s my girl,” you leg starts to shake on chris’s shoulder reaching your orgasm, “cmon baby, let go” you pull him into you, both moaning into each others mouths as he fucks you through your high.

your legs basically fall off him, you melt into your duvet, chris flopping down next to you.

“you okay my love?” he looks over at you smiling at the ceiling.

“i love you”

a/n: it’s also gone 2am so i hope that was readable x

[whataboutnousernamelmao]

Jake always thought better in a dance studio.

Part 2 to this post

He knew that for many, the wall of mirrors could be intimidating, but he loved it. Not out of vanity, but because he loved to focus on small details. The shape of his hands. How his toes were pointed. The glint in his eye as he landed right on beat. It all felt so magical to him.

This morning, though, was just a warm-up. Some slow piano medley of Lady Gaga songs played in the background as he rolled his shoulders back. He let the movement flow through his body, shaking off any stiffness he had from sleeping on Javy’s couch.

He was also trying hard not to think about the stranger he texted. He never got the name of the man who gave him the phone (there was a text that called him “Mick,” but there was no chance that was it), less the name of the man on the other side.

He didn’t even know who the other man was. Not even a face he could assign any thoughts to. It was driving him a little crazy, but he tried to focus on other things. 

He caught his best friend’s reflection as he peeked into the room. He wiggled his fingers, saying hello. Jake smiled at him and tossed his head to say, “Get in here.”

Javy opens the door. “What time did you get up?”

Jake shrugged and then went back to his stretching. “Six.”

“So you went back to your place to get some more sleep before coming here?” Javy leaned on the door frame.

“Yup,” He lied. “Sorry about last night. Didn’t feel safe driving home after that bachelorette party bought me some shots.” 

That was another lie. There was no bachelorette party. But he wasn’t going to admit to Javy that he just felt so lonely in his apartment that it made it hard to sleep sometimes.

“It’s no problem, man. You know there’s always space for you on my cushions,” Javy walked over to Jake’s phone that was plugged into the speakers and checked what song was playing. “Huh.”

“If you make fun of my music, so help me God,” Jake said with his eyes shut.

“I’m not saying anything, just wasn’t the music I was expecting you to listen to this morning. Thought you’d be getting in some practice for tonight.”

Jake threw his head back and groaned. “I don’t need practice.”

“You’re just that good?” Javy smirked.

Jake stopped moving and turned to face him. “Want if I don’t want to?”

Javy pushes himself off the wall and starts walking. He pretended to be upset. “But, if you don’t teach a drunk handful of 30-somethings a line dance while stripping down to your underwear, who will?” He placed his hands on Jake’s shoulders and pouted.

Jake loved to line dance. It was one of the classes he taught at the studio to older women who loved to pinch his cheeks and offer to set him up with their grandchildren. When the club found out, they wanted him to teach there too, but with a “sexier” approach.

They had him teach on Thursdays and Sunday nights. He’d admit that sometimes it was really fun. He was able to forget that he was putting on a show for others and was just able to lose himself in the music, but other nights it felt like such a chore.

“Sunday crowds are the worst, and you know that,” Jake huffs.

“I know, which is why I’m gonna help you out of this funk that you’re in,” Javy claps. “Now, come on. Teach me the dance so I can help out tonight.”

- - -

Bradley had never checked his phone this much. After every sip of his cold brew, he would pick it up to check. Natasha had never seen him so impatient. “Who are you waiting for?”

“Huh?” She narrowed her eyes at his phone. “Oh, sorry. It’s just. Have you heard from Mickey at all today?”

Natasha laughed. “Bradshaw, it’s 9 A.M. on a Sunday. There’s no way Mickey is awake right now. And if he is, I’m sure Rueben has him preoccupied,” She smirks behind her coffee mug.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right,” Bradley puts his phone face down, and awkwardly scrubs his palms on his jeans.

They sat in silence for a moment. He admired the clouds. She stared at him in disbelief.

“So are you going to tell me why you’re acting this way? Or do you just want me to pretend like everything is normal?”

“Preferably the second?”

Natasha shook her head. The waiter came over with two plates.

“Western omelet?” He placed it in front of Bradley, who thanked him quietly. “And French toast casserole for you, ma’am.”

As he set the plate in front of Natasha, her cheeks heated up. “Thank you.”

He smiled back. “Of course,” He seemed to whisper only to her. He reeled back. “If there’s anything I can get either of you, please let me know.”

Bradley watched him walk away over his shoulder. “So is your big fat crush on this guy the only reason we still come here for brunch? Because I heard Sandy’s on Crystal Street has a great mimosa deal-”

“We’re not going to Sandy’s,” Natasha said pointedly. She stabbed her food. “So what do you need Mickey for?”

Bradley sighed. “Him and Reuben went out last night.”

“Yeah, it was Saturday. Tell me something I don’t know.”

“Mickey paid one of the dancers to text me.” 

Natasha laughed loudly. “You’re kidding me. Man, he is so smart sometimes,” Bradley rolled his eyes at her. He cut into his omelet. “How was your private conversation?” She smirked.

He shrugged. “Good?”

“Really selling it there, Bradshaw.”

“I liked it, okay? He-Let me just show you,” He pulled his phone out of his pocket. He turned it around and showed her the first picture the cowboy sent. “There he is.”

Natasha’s eyes went wide. “Oh wow, is your phone cracked?” She took the phone in her hands to get a closer look. Bradley looked away. He and Natasha had talked about boys before, but that didn’t stop him from feeling a little bit embarrassed. His head snapped back to her when he heard her snort. “Save a horse?”

Bradley snatched his phone back. “I didn’t tell you to read!”

“Sorry! I had to!” She laughed.

She opened her mouth to say more, but then shut it. Bradley watched her cautiously. “Say it.”

“What?” She stuffed more French toast in her mouth to avoid talking.

“Whatever you’re thinking in your head right now. Clearly, you want to say something.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

Natasha finished chewing. “It’s just nice to see you get excited about talking to someone. Feels like the start of you getting over her-”

“Okay, that’s enough of that.” He cut her off.

She plopped her fork down. “And that’s why I wasn’t going to say anything in the first place!”

“Besides, it’s obviously not going anywhere. He ghosted me.” He grumbled.

“Have you considered that he was on the clock technically? Had other ‘clients’ to.” She wiggled her eyebrows. Bradley didn’t want to think about that. He liked to think that Stripper Cowboy talked to him and only him that night. That no one else in the club was as interesting to talk to. 

“Nope.” He said confidently, sipping his drink.

Natasha couldn’t stand him. “What’s the move then? You’re waiting for Mickey to wake up, but then what are you going to do?”

Bradley shrugged. “Ask him who the cowboy is.”

“You really think he A: got the cowboy’s name and B: was sober enough to remember it? Are we talking about the same Mickey Garcia?”

Bradley tipped his drink towards her. “Soon to be Fitch-Garcia.”

Natasha shook her head. “Mickey’s gonna want to be first and you know it.”

“Wanna bet on it?”

“Yup.” Natasha stuck out her hand. Bradley shook it.

“They need to settle on a wedding date soon. I’m going to need to get a suit-”

“Don’t change the subject.” Natasha glared at him.

Bradley put his hands up in defense. “Fine. I’m going to ask Mickey where they went out last night. See if maybe I can find something on Instagram about this guy? Maybe reach out and talk to him more. And if I can’t find anything...I guess I’m going to the club,” Natasha was smiling. This was concerning. “What?”

“Nothing. This is just going to be fun, that’s all.” Her tongue poked out devilishly between her teeth.

“You know if you’re having so much fun, why don’t we invite our waiter friend back here, huh? Bob! Oh, Bob!” Bradley raised his voice and started waving his hand. Natasha reached over the table to grab his arm and force it down.

I posted the first chapter to ao3 just now! I'm so excited to see where this story goes and feel inspired to write again. Thank you to everyone who commented on the last post!!

Edit: Chapter 3 posted here:)

[mykoreanlove]

🚢

Felix nibbled on the plastic straw of his iced vanilla americano, fully absentminded to what was happening around him.

His mind was clouded with thoughts of you. No matter how hard he tried to think of something else, he always found himself wondering about you.

A couple of days ago he snuck out of the dorms and took a bus to another city - one that he used to visit often when he was younger. 

He just wanted to escape, get a break from his life for once in a while.

After aimlessly wandering around the city he ended up in a crowded bar. People were heavily drinking and dancing, flirting and restricting themselves - Korean society was peculiar in that sense.

Felix grabbed a beer and stood next to the dance floor, swaying from side to side while taking it all in. He hadn’t felt this freedom for quite a while. 

It didn’t take him long to see you in a crowd full of ghosts. You were dressed in a sexy red dress, your hair tied up to a loose bun with some strands framing your face. You had to be a foreigner, but he didn’t mind. 

In fact, he loved your soft features and big eyes, plush lips and full curves.

Absentmindedly, he licked his lips, not wanting to get caught staring at you. Felix was a very attractive guy, which made it fairly easy to hookup or date. A glance was all it took to win a girl’s heart over. 

„Hi“, he heard you say out of the blue. He was too caught up in his thoughts to notice how you had come up to him, approaching him shyly. 

„Hi“, he coyly answered.

„Do you speak English?“ 

Felix grinned contently - you had no idea who he was.

„Yeah, I do.“ 

Your smile grew wider as you conversed with him, topics ranging from traveling to music. Felix enjoyed the conversation a lot, in fact he needed more of it. 

„Hey, do you want to go outside?“

You nodded and followed him through the crowd. 

„So“, he shyly run his fingers through his dark hair as he kept smiling at you.

„Sooo…“, you answered expectedly.

„Let’s go for a walk?“

Felix chuckled as he thought back to that night. He wouldn’t have dared to imagine meeting someone like you. Beautiful, smart, witty - and totally unaware of who he was, actually liking him for him.

„Lix, mate, what are you chuckling about?“

„It’s y/n…“, he confessed.

„Oh, still replaying your sexy one night stand?“, Chan grinned in amusement.

Felix blushed and hid his face, unable to hide his excitement.

„It’s just.. I met her and we talked. And then we talked some more. And then we went back to the club and I just couldn’t help myself. I kept staring into her beautiful eyes and every cell just screamed at me. Kiss her. Kiss her, you idiot. Now! So I did that. And then she kissed me back and then we left and went to her place and you know…“

„No, I wasn’t there. I don’t know. Please enlighten me, Felix“, Chan teased him.

„Ah, it’s just.. I can’t stop thinking about her body. Her beautifully shaped body. And her hips. How I loved grabbing her hips. And her ass. Oh god, Channie, I slapped her ass every chance I could get“, he confessed shyly. 

„I’m proud of you“, Minho commented from the back of the room.

Felix turned around quickly, even more embarrassed now.

„Since when are you here?“, he asked quickly.

„Just entered. Heard about y/n’s ass. Perfect timing, I’d say“, he mused.

Felix hid his face in his hands, unable to continue his story.

„Lix, it’s alright. Nothing to be ashamed of. Continue. What’s so special about her?“

„I kind of lost myself in her. I had no control of my body anymore. My lips were either glued to her boobs, or lips. My dick fell in love with her pussy. And my hands were roaming her body. I couldn’t think about anything else, all I wanted was to make her feel good.“

„Well, did you?“

Felix nodded, cheeks slightly red.

„And I really wanted to talk to her more and get to know her. But I was so tired, so I fell asleep. While holding her. The whole night. Spooning, cuddling, kissing, sucking - oh god that was probably the best restless sleep I ever got.“

Minho chuckled in amusement, it was a long time since he heard Felix speak about a woman like that. His hookups were usually just that, hooking up.

„And when we woke up the next day, we kind of continued where we had stopped. And it was even better. This had to be the best sex I ever had. And the funny thing is, she even didn’t do that much. Just her being her made me go feral. I can’t imagine what would happen if she actually took the lead..“, Felix daydreamed.

„Huh? Was she just laying there like a starfish?“, Minho interrogated.

Felix shook his head quickly.

„No, of course not.“

„What did she do, then?“

Felix sighed deeply, not knowing if he should really share all of this.

„Min, I think he’s uncomfortable sharing. So, just drop it“, Chan intervened. 

Minho had another idea, though.

„Was she playing with your hair? Was she telling you how handsome you are? Was she sucking your dick? Was she massaging your balls?“ 

He paused after every question, observing Felix’ cheeks turning redder and redder. 

„Was she riding you? Deliciously circling her hips while gazing at you? Was she sucking on your neck? Biting your lips with every other kiss?“

His cheeks, once blush, turned rosé. 

„Was she playing with your nipples? Groping your little tushy? Moaning into your ears, as you slid deeper and deeper into her? Was she wrapping her legs tightly around your hips?“

Dark red. Bingo.

„Sounds like she did a lot, Lix“, he laughed manically. 

Once again, he was confronted with flashbacks from that night. He shifted in his chair, growing uncomfortable while thinking about you like that.

„So, what happened after? You just said goodbye?“

Felix nodded sadly.

„I had to go back. She is still in the country for some time but I don’t know if I should contact her again.“

„You haven’t?“, Chan asked surprised.

Felix shook his head ashamed, head facing down.

„She reacted to a story of mine and I answered her briefly, but that was it. I’m not sure if it’s a good idea to contact her again.“

„Why not? What’s the worst that could happen?“

He looked up with doe-eyes. 

„I could fall in love?“

Minho cracked up behind him, holding his belly from laughing so hard.

Felix turned around and looked at him puzzled.

„Fall in love? I’m sorry but don’t you think that ship has already sailed?“

Felix swallowed hardly while thinking about this.

Has it? 

[madaqueue]

would you feel the noise?

playlists | "static" x steve lacy

pairing: satoru gojo x f!reader

themes/content: modern non-curse au. angst, smut. mentions of gojo x geto. language, cheating (but your boyfriend does first lmao), alcohol, weed, substance use (ket but never explicitly stated), dubcon-ish (you're both high), semi-public + unprotected, p in v (missionary). 18+, MDNI

word count: 3.9k

a/n: this got a little angsty at points and is so incredibly self-indulgent anyways happy pride i will never back down from the bi gojo agenda!

It’s all so fucking fake.

But then again, was anything real?

The smoke filling your lungs is real. The burn with each inhale is real. The crackles of the bonfire, its shape transforming with each second, overwhelms the crashing of the waves. Certainly, that is real.

Faintly in the background finds the hum of conversation, the whispers of laughter. It was always so easy for them, worming their way into others’ hearts. Maybe it wasn’t real - maybe they were nothing more than parasites, feeding on each other’s desires to feel wanted, to feel seen.

Tossing the now-spent joint into the fire, you stand, legs slightly wobbly from the mix of weed and shitty beer coursing through your body. Finding your boyfriend seated around the fire, his hand resting on some unfamiliar girl’s thigh, the mix of sand and rocks beneath your feet crunches as you make your way to him. When his eyes catch yours, he takes no action to move from the damning position beyond a sinister smile growing across his lips.

“Hey babe, grab me another beer, would ya?”

Even the retorts that used to fill your mind aren’t there anymore - Why can’t you? Too busy talking to your new favorite slut, whatever girl decided to give you an ounce of attention? Or too busy pretending to promote your shitty music, as if this party is the one that’ll finally make you go big and get you out of this town you claim to hate so much? - as you nod.

Making your way up the grass-covered dune away from the beach, you pass other groups lost in their own constructed worlds. Reaching the car, you pop the trunk and grab two beers from the cooler before returning down the shadowed path to the beach.

Maybe it’s seeing his arm wrapped around her. Maybe it’s the way you wish the flames would engulf them, consuming them until there’s nothing left. Maybe it’s just that you’re too fucking tired of this. But when you find yourself approaching the group around the bonfire, your legs won’t bring you there. Sighing, you turn towards the ocean - maybe you could find peace in the waves instead. When your body senses the presence of someone else seated on a washed-up log, the one you had hoped to reside on until your boyfriend decided it was finally time to leave, it was already too late.

His white hair glows under the moonlight as he turns over his shoulder to face you, his blue eyes unmistakable even in the dimness of night.

“Satoru?”

He looks different, yet distinctly the same. In the years since highschool he had grown, but something about him looks wrong, as though his soul was gone, nothing daring to take its place. Seating yourself next to him, the lingering dampness of the wood cool against your thighs, the changes are more prominent up close: his frown lines are deeper, his eyes less bright. Even his shoulders fall forward under an unidentified weight, one he was unable to carry. The light inside him had finally dimmed.

“Hey,” he weakly smiles, “it’s good to see you. Been a while, huh?”

Shock is dulled by the combination of substances in you, yet your heart picks up speed at hearing his voice again after so many years. At least it still remembers him. “Yeah, it has been.” Your arms instinctively move to offer him a beer, as though you were back in the highschool dorms sneaking in liquor before a party. “What are you doing here?”

Reaching out a hand he accepts the drink, the condensation momentarily tethering him to reality as he shrugs, gaze still focused downwards on the sand at his feet. “Thought it might be nice to see people.” Lifting the bottle he takes a sip, the taste familiar despite the years since he last shared a drink with you. “Why are you here?”

Without turning around, you tilt your head back to gesture at the group gathered behind you around the fire. “Came here with my boyfriend, he said there were supposed to be some producers here or something that might like his music.”

Gojo seems to sink into himself for a moment as he mumbles a soft, “Oh.”

Silence blankets you, yet something in it is comfortable, a lack of pressure to speak just for the sake of hearing yourselves talk. As you both sip your beer, he senses the changes in you, in the way you move your body. There’s a new rigidity, a tightness in your muscles as though every move took a concerted effort. You used to be so free, so unencumbered, a stark contrast to the tension that buzzes around you.

As he finishes his drink he places it into the sand before rummaging through the pockets of his jeans. Pulling out a small plastic bag, he gathers his keys, collecting the white substance inside before lifting it to his nose and inhaling. Turning to you, he holds out the baggie. “Want some?”

You don’t know why you say yes, perhaps some combination of fatigue and curiosity, an implicit trust in Satoru that he wouldn’t lead you astray. “Sure,” you nod with a sly grin. Lifting his key to your nose, you take the bump, the substance trickling through your sinuses and burning the back of your throat.

He smiles, seeing a glimmer of the girl he once knew: the nights you’d sneak out from the dorms, handles of vodka hidden under your jackets; hotboxing his first car, a shitty sedan that broke down a few months later, the smoke fogging up the windows; the barefoot runs through backyards, hopping over fences when cops would inevitably show up at the party you attended. “Not even gonna ask what it is?” he teases, his eyes crinkling as he smiles.

You shrug, still smirking as you lean back, your hands resting on the damp wood. “Would’ve said yes no matter what.” Memories - or rather, blurs of them - flash through your mind, the days that turned to weeks you could barely remember, hunting for anything to numb the pain that dug itself into your bones. Every emotion was another ache, your joints creaking under the weight of surviving each day. Weed and alcohol happened to be the most accessible forms of escape, but at this point your body barely felt like your own, your cells simply a form to contain the lingering shreds of your soul.

He hums in response, allowing silence to settle upon you once again. The waves crashing begin to blend together, their sounds muffled in your ears. Has your body always felt so heavy? All you can feel is the cool wood beneath your palms and the warmth of Satoru’s arm next to yours, prickling your skin with his proximity. Your vision seems to pulse with each beat of your heart, each crashing wave of the sea. Are you the ocean? Is it breathing?

“Hey,” Satoru turns to you, moving as if in slow-motion. His eyes are glowing under the light of the moon, his smile making your cheeks feel warm. “Wanna get out of here?”

For a brief moment, you remember why you’re here, the boyfriend you left behind by the bonfire. Slowly, you glance over your shoulder. Your eyes eventually focus in the distance, finding his form illuminated by the crackling flames as he’s making out with the girl you saw him talking to before, his hands grabbing at her hips. That piece of shit. You should be angry, you should go up there and confront him, but instead of rage you just feel free. “Mhm,” you hum, the sound seeming to echo through your vision.

You feel yourself starting to float away, taken under in the current, until Gojo’s fingers intertwine with yours, pulling you back to the surface. Your legs wobble as you stand, his grip on your hand tightening as he leads you away from the party down the beach.

With each step, the sand crunches under your bare feet.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

You can’t help but giggle at the sound - how could your body make that? The miniscule pebbles adjust under your weight, leaving damp footprints in your wake.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

“What’s so funny?” Satoru turns to you, a smile plastered on his face.

“I crunch,” you laugh, momentarily turning your gaze down as your words land in the open air.

And he giggles, the sound bright under the dark sky. Picking up his knees, he slams his feet into the ground, forcing loud stomps to echo as you both laugh. Marching along the beach, you continue your path, holding tightly to one another as your joy bubbles into the air.

Rounding the corner behind an outcropping of trees, you find yourselves in a secluded cove, away from the noise of those gathered at the party on the other side. Gojo plops down on the sand, his body thudding as he lays back. You mirror his motions, unconcerned with the dirt coating your clothes as your back hits the ground.

Staring at the sky, you feel yourself wanting to be a part of it, to meld into the darkness, a cloud tethered to the land with lead. Heavy. Yet, you’re grounded by Satoru’s presence, the cool scent of his cologne, the gentleness of his thumb rubbing over your hand.

Glancing at him, he looks younger, no longer consumed by the years that had passed. His boyish youth has returned once again as his eyes lazily fix themselves upon the stars, as though each pinprick light heals him little by little.

He looks the same as the last time you saw him, the day of your highschool graduation. You promised to keep in touch, but as it often does, life got in the way. He and Suguru promised to call, to come visit, but with moving and work and the recurring responsibilities of adulthood, your friendships dissolved over time. On your part, you similarly assured them you would stay a weekend in their shared apartment downtown, a vow you failed to keep, recalling the pictures they sent you after moving in together. Suddenly, the striking absence of Geto fills your mind.

“Where’s Suguru?” you ask, your voice hitting your own ears before you realize what you’ve said.

Gojo tenses next to you for a moment, a flash of something - regret? - momentarily crossing his features before he settles back into the numbing bliss. Yet, hearing his name is enough, his mind forcing him to relive it, to feel it again.

The fights.

“You just don’t understand me, Satoru.”

“Because you don’t let me understand you - you don’t let me in! It’s impossible, Suguru, I don’t fucking know what you want!”

The pain.

“Then maybe you should stop trying.”

“Suguru, that’s not what I meant-”

“Why try to do something impossible? That’s not fair to either of us.”

The emptiness.

“It’s for the best, Satoru. We can’t love each other in a way that matters.”

“Suguru, please-”

“I’ll never forget you.”

Sighing, his gaze remains fixed on the sky. “We broke up.”

“Oh,” is all you can get out, barely able to process his words but feeling the hurt lingering behind them. “I’m sorry he lost you.”

A weak smile tugs at his lips. “It’s okay. I’m over boys, anyways,” he laughs, slipping back into the substance-induced euphoria he forcefully brought himself, a welcome embrace as he allows his thoughts to once again melt away. “Speaking of which,” he murmurs, the vowels drawing out, “how long have you ‘n’ your boyfriend been together?”

The stars seem to connect, each one a memory of the time you spent with him. “Eight months.” Each point a constellation of your past, yet none of them make you happy. Mostly, it’s just him taunting you, pushing you away, using your emotions against you. The times he’d pressure you into coming with him to a club only to find him making out with some girl in the corner; the concerts he’d bring you to and conveniently forget to introduce you to his friends; the nights he’d promise that this time he’ll be there, he won’t stand you up again, and the silent taxis home alone. “But I don’t love him.”

“Oh?” Satoru whispers, as though lowering his voice would allow him to better understand yours. “Why not break up with him?”

Your shoulders shrug, pushing the sand around them up. “‘s nice to have someone around, I guess.”

“I get that,” he quietly murmurs, gaze still fixed above. You simply hum in response before you feel him shift next to you. “Hey, I have an idea,” he breaks the silence, his smile evident in his words, the letters curling up at the end. “You should be my girlfriend.”

A chuckle in the shape of his name erupts from your throat as you entertain the idea, one that is completely, and utterly, impossible.

“I’m serious!”

Your head lazily flops to the side, your cheek resting against the cool sand as you meet his gaze, a blissed-out grin on his face. Under the moonlight, he looks angelic, his skin perfectly smooth, the curves of his body contrasting against the darkness of the woods behind you. In his soft eyes, you find a peace you didn’t realize you had been searching for, a silent promise behind them.

“Okay,” you giggle.

Before you can process the words, his smile widens, his shoulders relaxing as they release a weight he didn’t know he held. “Really?”

“Mhm,” you nod, the word making your body warm with its vibration, in tune with the frequency of the universe.

For a moment you just lay there, the crashing waves against the shore, a shared adoration flowing between you. Satoru blinks, his eyelids resting closed before he reopens them, his demeanor visibly brightening every time his gaze finds you laying next to him, as though he temporarily forgets your presence only to reexperience the joy of finding you again.

“Do you wanna go swimming?”

As if on cue, your senses momentarily shoot through your body, jean shorts digging into your hips, the warm cloth of your tank top over your shoulders. “Now?” you chuckle.

“Mhm,” he beams. “I bet the water’ll feel amazing.”

Something deep within your soul trusts him, submitting to his desires. “Okay,” you grin before sitting up.

Crawling towards each other, you allow yourselves to close the distance between you on your hands and knees, your motions abiding by a planet-sized magnetic pull. Grazing your hands over his chest, you help him remove his shirt, your palms lingering over his firm chest. Since you last saw him, he had filled out perfectly, no longer the scrawny teenager you once knew. Now, his muscles ripple as he lifts your tank top above your head, simultaneously undoing each other’s shorts, as though separating your touch for even a moment would cause you to lose one another, to lose yourselves in the darkness. Tossing your clothes in the sand, crisp air tingles your skin, covered only by a bra and panties, while Satoru, now adorned only in his boxers, returns his hand to yours. Squeezing your palm, he glances over at you, a silent reassurance behind his eyes.

“Ready?” he asks.

“Ready.”

With that, you’re running into the sea. The water momentarily shocks you as cold pricks at your skin, but Satoru pulls you deeper and deeper until you’re both diving under the waves. Resurfacing, shared laughs echo along the ocean. He shakes out his hair, cool droplets landing on your face as you jokingly shove him away. Easily catching your wrists he pulls you closer, the warmth of his chest hitting yours a welcome contrast to the icy sea. Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck as his rest along your lower back, holding you against him.

Each wave has you bobbing slightly, grounded only by the brightness of his eyes. They flit across your face, your flushed cheeks, soft lips curled into a grin. “You are so beautiful,” he murmurs.

His body feels solid, well-defined against the fluidity of your surroundings. “You are too,” you giggle.

Gaze never faltering, you both lean closer, and closer, and closer, until his lips meet yours. They’re soft, slightly cool after being outside all night, as you sigh into him. There’s a subtle sweetness lingering as his tongue swipes against yours, a quiet desperation behind his actions. Suddenly, cool air hits your skin as he carries you out of the water, sand hitting your back as he carefully lays you along the beach.

Pressing his weight against you, the kiss becomes messier, teeth bumping as your lips clash. Despite the breeze rustling through the leaves of nearby trees, you feel warm, a comfort in the imprecision. His clothed erection pushes against your core, your hips bucking against him as you moan into each other’s mouths. The friction is addicting, the damp cloth rubbing perfectly against your clit. Your thoughts are fuzzy, your body acting on its own as your palms trail over his back, lower and lower until they’re pawing at his waist.

“Need you,” you mutter into him, “need you s’bad.”

His head falls slightly, finding a place in the crook of your neck as he places wet kisses along your skin, a slight saltiness lingering on it. “Y’sure?” he whispers.

“Please, Satoru,” his name leaving your throat shockingly clear, the only thing cutting through the haze, finally granting you a second of clarity through the substance- and lust-induced fog.

Hearing you call his name, a shiver runs up his spine, as though it was the first sound he ever heard, as though he was reincarnated to live in this moment forever. Pulling down his boxers, his cock springs out as you tug your panties down your legs, meeting their fate in the sand.

Positioning his hips, he aligns himself with your entrance, his hands glued to your hips. Slowly, slowly, slowly thrusting into you, your walls stretch around him, your soul tearing open and releasing the white hot light of ecstasy.

“Oh fuuuuuuck,” he groans as he enters you, his eyes rolling into his skull, jaw slacking open.

Your hands trail up his back to land at his face, cupping his jaw as you softly giggle at his total loss of any remnant of shame, allowing the feeling of your body, your warmth, to completely overtake him, releasing the most primitive, desire-driven version of himself. Pulling him back into you, you rejoin his mouth to yours, tongues mingling in the space between them. Rolling his hips into you, each thrust sends wave after wave of euphoria up your body. Atoms align perfectly, allowing you to slip into one another, the distance between you infinitely approaching zero. You only exist at the points where his skin touches yours, his pelvis smashing into you, his fingers digging into your waist, the warmth of his lips and the gentle flutter of his eyelashes.

You aren’t quite certain if your eyes are open or closed, the darkness clouding your perception indeterminately from the sky or the inside of your eyelids. Either way, the scene is beautiful, each sensation painting a new color across your vision. Satoru’s cock pressing into your gummy insides, purple; his hand trailing up your torso to lazily grope at your tits, green; his hot breath as he whines with each imprecise thrust, blue. The image evolves, ever changing, impossibly beautiful. When his voice hits your ears, it immediately brightens, somehow even more complex, a masterpiece of sensation.

“So perfect,” he murmurs, never daring to separate his lips from yours, “y’were made f’me.”

“Made for you,” you babble back, and you truly do feel it, the way your walls meld around his length, how your bodies perfectly fill in each dip and curve of the other’s, your souls fitting perfectly against one another. “Best thing, feel s’good.”

“So, so good,” he whines, “so warm ‘n’ sweet.”

“Sweet, sweet,” you mumble into him, the taste of booze and something sugary lingering on his tongue. “Soft.”

“Mmm.” He shivers as your hands roam his body, one ascending to his hair and one trailing down his spine, tracing imprecise patterns into his skin. “Love you,” he spills.

The words tumble out before he could stop them, his hips momentarily stilling as he hears them. Before he could retract them, the hand in his hair pulls him further into you, your back arching off the sand as you whisper your response. “Love you s’much.”

Some part of you feels it’s just your body reacting, the bare minimum networks active to recite language. Yet, a deeper part knows it’s true, a quiet love you’ve always held for Satoru. Perhaps now, in the absence of your better judgement, the self-imposed cognitive rules, this piece of you is finally free to enact its control, speaking its truth, allowing it to be heard, felt.

At your affirmation, Satoru lets out a blissful whine, his thrusts picking up their pace yet somehow softening, a new tenderness behind them. You love him. He doesn’t even know what it means, really - after Suguru, his perception of love changed irrevocably. Yet, as he feels the warmth of your skin beneath him, the comfort of your presence, he doesn’t feel a pressure to know, a whisper of meaning lost into the waves of the ocean.

In your shared ecstasy, back and forth mindless babbles continue filling the air, the shape of the words gliding across your vision. It’s beautiful, you think, the way sounds create shapes create meaning; maybe that’s what you’d been looking for: meaning.

No, you had meaning - hell, sometimes you think you had too much meaning. Maybe you needed the absence of meaning, a stillness, a silence. Your life had been too rough, too tumultuous, whitecapping waves covering the oasis of your thoughts. No, you needed unbroken waters, a calm pond to sink into. As your fingers trail over the smooth skin of Satoru’s back, you feel yourself wading into the depths of his soul.

The thrusts of his hips, the rasp of his breath, consume your senses. He melts into you, you melt into him, both of you becoming grains of sand and stars in the sky. In another moment you expand, becoming the sea and the moon, watching over one another, a patient influence over each other. The connection ties you together, without expectation, without pain, simply content sharing your presence.

His arms begin trembling above you as your legs tighten around his waist, holding him against you. A light appears in your chest, the fire of desire burning larger as each prod of his tip fans the flames. Brighter, and brighter, and brighter, until it consumes you. Your vision goes white, your skin flushing hot. Satoru’s moans are far away as his entire body twitches, taught under the strings of pleasure.

You both come undone together, melding into the universe, two comets in space, two suns circling. The collision of your soul ignites, explosive heat surging through your bodies.

As your senses return, you feel nothing but warmth as he rests above you. Your gaze focuses on his, blown pupils glowing down at you. Cheeks pushing up, you both grin impossibly wide as giggles bubble into the stillness around you. Resting his damp forehead against yours, breathy pants fill the air, desperate to fill your lungs with the cool night air. Placing your lips to his, your thoughts finally quiet, your soul finally at ease. In him, you think you’ve finally discovered the missing shard, uncovering the truest form of yourself, the euphoria you had been searching for: peace.