#I was literally just having the most euphoric dream this morning

[danixion]

dont you hate it when you’re having gay dreams and the fucking cops wake you up

[buckyownsmylife]

Make it back to me - Andy Barber smut

The one where Andy fulfills his promise and gives you a future together.

Warnings: smut, daddy kink, insecure!Andy for a minute there, divorce, talks of infidelity because reader was the other woman, breeding kink

A/N: this is technically a follow-up to this drabble I wrote during kinktober!

Andy’s P.O.V.

My heart was pounding against my chest even before her beautiful face appeared from the office’s door. It was clear that she was confused, but I was too excited about it to even be able to verbalize what had happened and what we were about to do. So the plan was to just show her.

“You know, I usually like surprises, but this one is freaking me out,” she commented, and I laughed, throwing a glance at the rearview mirror before taking us out of the firm’s parking lot. I rubbed my thumbs on her knees, squeezing it in a hopefully reassuring gesture while I hummed a random song that had been stuck in my head since earlier.

I still couldn’t believe it. 

I thought that maybe she would have connected the dots when I parked in an apartment complex’s garage, but by the inquisitive look she threw me, it was clear that wasn’t the case at all. So I laughed when I held her hand, kissing the back of it before pulling her along with me, up the stairs to the front hall.

“Andy, are you crazy? We can’t be holding hands in public like this. What if someone from the firm lives here and sees us together?” She whisper-shouted, and an euphoric feeling took over my chest at the realization of just how incredible my life was.

“Someone from the firm does live here,” I conceded, hugging her from behind and leaning down to fit my chin on her shoulder. “Me.” Saying it out loud only made it feel even more real, especially since she whipped her head to try to get a look at me, in an effort to understand just what I meant.

“What?” I only laughed, reaching out for her hand again and giving it a squeeze when the elevator doors opened, immediately stepping out to look for the door I held the key to. “Andy, what do you mean?”

I only smiled, patiently opening the door before letting her walk in and following behind. “Sweetheart… Meet my new apartment.” Once more, her head whipped around to stare at me, interrupting her visual exploration of the new environment.

“Andy…”

“I’m divorced,” I interrupted, effectively shutting her up. “It was finalized this morning. I talked to Laurel the day after that party. The day you got your promotion. I didn’t tell you before because I wanted it to be a sure thing,” I immediately explained when I saw her open her mouth to interject, but then she closed it, nodding as she accepted my justification.

“So while I waited for it to be processed, I bought this place. Do you like it? I was hoping you’d move in with me, I can’t wait to christen every room of this apartment.” Once again, she seemed surprised by my words, stopping her evaluation of the living room to stare at me with eyes twice their usual size.

“But you just… Andy, you just got divorced. Quite literally. You can’t tell me you want to immediately jump into the routine of a relationship again.” Frowning, I stepped forward, in her direction, arms reaching out to hold her hips so I could keep her in place while I tried to understand her emotions. 

“You don’t want to be in a relationship with me?” My heart ached at the prospect, but she only huffed, rolling her eyes at me. Immediately, I felt somewhat comforted, although still confused about what was going on through her head.

“Of course I want to be in a relationship with you, you dummy. I just… I fear you’re jumpin too soon into this, and that you’ll grow to resent me. I don’t want to lose you.” Hearing her voice my own fears only made the need to have her closer rise within me, so before I could even realize what I was doing, I had her face cradled between my hands and our lips were connected again, as they always should be.

“And I don’t want to lose you,” I decided to voice it, so she could understand exactly where all of this was coming from, how it wasn’t simply a spur-of-the-moment gesture, any of it. “So what do you think I should do? Keep our relationship without strings, fearing that any moment now someone else will come and sweep you off of your feet? I don’t want to fuck anyone else, sweetheart. And I’ve been dreaming about living all of this domestic shit with you for a while, now. My marriage with Laurel didn’t end because I suddenly despised my ring, it ended because I didn’t love her anymore. But I love you. And I want this with you. Only you.”

Y/N’s P.O.V.

Now, what else could I possibly say? This was everything I had dreamed about, everything I’d been wishing for since day one, since my eyes connected with Andy’s and we shook hands in the office. And here he was, offering me a future together on a silver platter and I couldn’t find it in myself to fight against it anymore, even if the rational part of me thought this was a mistake. 

Or maybe it was only my anxiety speaking, trying to get me to chicken out, to run away, convince me that this isn’t real and I’m not worthy of all of this love. Because the truth was, I was scared. Scratch that, I was downright *terrified. Because somewhere between the stolen kisses and the longing glances, I’d fallen head over heels for the man standing in front of me, who just poured his heart out in search of mine, and I never wanted to lose him.

“Okay,” was all I managed to say, instead, all I could get out. “Okay, let’s do this.” But still, maybe because Andy really was my long-lost soulmate, he seemed to understand. He managed to read between the lines, hear my devotion and my love in those simple words. I knew it because his eyes lit up, and just like that, I was being embraced by those delicious arms again, held like I was the most precious thing he had ever encountered and the only thing he needed to be happy.

He was everything to me.

“I love you, sweetheart.” Everything felt different, every pet name, every touch. It was sweeter, purer. There was no overwhelming pressure of rushing through this, trying to escape the sin, the guilt. This man was mine, now. I could finally relish every single second of this experience.

“I’ve wanted you since we’ve met,” I finally managed to admit it, making sure to look him in the eye so he could see just how serious I was about this. “I’m just so happy we finally get to be together, like… like a real couple.”

His soft smile was the reason for my heart faltering at times, and when he paired it with light brushes over my cheekbone with his thumbs, it was powerful enough to make me weak in the knees. Still, because it was Andy, after all, he couldn’t help but to tease me - I knew I should expect it from the mischief in his eyes.

“So, everything we did before, it doesn’t count?” I huffed at the same time he started laughing, barely seeing me rolling my eyes at his childish behavior since he had tears in his. And despite how much I wanted to be annoyed at him for ruining such a beautiful moment, I could only feel warm inside from seeing him this happy, and being here to share this new beginning of his.

“You know what? No, it doesn’t, daddy. You’re gonna have to get me reacquainted with your cock all over again. Are you up for the challenge?” He laughed out loud at this, beautiful face suddenly looking boyish as his eyes closed for a moment. so that he could fully enjoy his happiness.

Andy’s P.O.V.

“When you look this fuckable? It won’t be a challenge at all, darling.” I watched with perverse pleasure as she shivered from my words, eyes suddenly darkening with lust as she bit her lower lip. “Now c’mon. Let’s start christening this place.”

My first step was the bedroom, of course. I had bought a new bed with the sole intention of ravishing her on it. Sleep was secondary. “Take off your clothes,” I commanded as soon as we were inside the new room, quickly taking off my shirt before sitting on the mattress. “Slowly,” I added when I saw her initially run to obey, but then a small smile painted her beautiful lips as her movements became more fluid.

“Someone wants a show,” she teased, revealing her perfect body little by little, each new inch making the anticipation rise in me. Damn right I wanted a show. But any amount of time I got to spend with her was a spectacle of itself. She was the muse I once believed I would never find. “Like what you see?”

“Fuck yes. Come here.” She approached me slowly too, soft hands I knew too well running over her own body and making me desperate to be the one that was touching her. “I want to worship your body the way that you deserve it, after waiting for me for so long.”

I saw her eyes soften at that, her hands cradling my face when she was close enough to hop on my lap. “I’d wait even longer if I had to.” It made me happier than anything else, knowing that she was as happy with me as I was with her. 

So I pulled her to meet my lips again, groaning as I got my taste of her - but it was enough. It would never be enough, especially now that I knew I was hers and hers only. And then she inadvertently started grinding against me and it almost had me falling back against the bed. “God, you’re hot,” I moaned as I watched from under my eyelashes the way that she moved for me and only me.

“I love when you talk dirty.” Her giggles were the sweetest sound I ever heard, and I loved to be the cause for them. But my need for her was so pressing, that I ended up cutting them short by pulling her for another kiss, while adjusting her until she was sitting on one of my thighs.

“That’s nothing, darling. You know just how dirty I can be, and you still haven’t seen everything I got up my sleeve. Come on, move those hips for me,” I directed, helping her ride my thigh by the grip I held on her ass. 

“You know what I want to do to you?” I asked, my voice dropping a tone as I whispered in her ear, needing to see her cum for me for the first night that night. “I want to lick all over your skin without the fear of being interrupted,” I started, reminiscing about just how many things I wanted to experience with her now that we were officially together. “Do you know how great it will be now that what we’re doing isn’t improper?”

Y/N almost laughed, but it came out as a gasp as I flexed the muscles underneath her, making my thigh a bit harder for her to rub her sweet cunt against. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, we’ll definitely keep doing some pretty improper stuff…” I forced her to quicken her movements until she was cumming before my eyes, sweet, sweet whimpers falling from her lips as she struggled to catch her breath. “... I just won’t have to feel guilty about them anymore.”

As I turned us over to lay her body on the mattress, our lips dancing together once more, the realization that this was my life now making my head feel light with all the happiness inside of me. This was my bed, this was my woman and it was only just beginning.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Well, that’s a relief,” I teased, taking advantage of the little break that he had given my lips as he slowly but surely laid kissed around every inch of my chest. “For a second there, I thought you wouldn’t want to do dirty things to me anymore.”

That earned me a laugh, muffled by the way his lips were pressed against my neck and making me laugh by reflex, since his beard kept tickling me. “Oh, believe me, pretty girl… There’s a lot of dirty stuff I want to do to you. And I won’t lie, some of them are probably still going to happen in my office.”

I tried to swallow back a whimper that made its way to my lips as Andy licked a stripe up my neck, only stopping to nibble on my jaw before admitting to his plans. “After all, I really can’t control myself when you wear those tight skirts to work. But I don’t think they can really be blamed.”

Pink lips wrapped around my nipple and a gasp did escape me, my hands flying to hold Andy’s locks to keep him attached to my chest, but he had other ideas. “I just can’t seem to be able to be near you without desperately wanting you,” he finished, eyes connected to mine and mouth glistening with the saliva he had spread over my breasts. “You’re just too much of a temptation.”

Now, of course, after such a declaration, what can a girl do? I didn’t seem to find the words to vocalize just how I felt about him too, too busy trying to control my heart and clutching his shoulders while he sucked lovebites all over my exposed body. We didn’t really have to worry about them now, even if they would seem terribly unprofessional for some of the senior partners.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” he urged, and I swallowed dryly before finally voicing, “I want your cock in my mouth, daddy. I want to make you feel good.” Andy audibly groaned at my request, quickly rolling off of me and discarding his pants while I assumed a familiar and very comfortable position between his legs.

My mouth watered at the sight of his already fully hardened member, and I reached out to replace his hand that was slowly jerking it off with mine, leaning down to give the head a small kitten lick just like I knew he liked to be teased.

“Fuck, darling,” he moaned, and I could feel myself growing wetter at the pure power that I felt at having this man so fucking needy for me. When I slowly started to suck on the head of his cock, making my way further down inch by inch, the signs of impatience that became evident in his body only made my desire grow.

“C’mon, pretty girl,” he half begged, half ordered, leg twisting behind me in an effort to control himself. “Take it all on your own, like you always do. Make me proud.” Shit, he knew just what to say to have me quickly gagging on his cock out of my own free will.

I didn’t even think twice before going down on him until my lips met his navel. If anything, the strangled moan he tried to stop, the way his hips instinctively raised up and blocked the air from my lungs, making my eyes water, only served as incentives for me to keep going, up and down, up and down, licking and swirling and sucking until my jaw started to hurt and still, I didn’t want to stop.

Andy’s P.O.V.

It was always a battle between allowing myself to spill in her delicious mouth or perfect pussy, but today, I had other plans - and they involved me having to exercise incredible restraint as I pulled her away from my member by her hair, chuckling at the whine she let out.

“Lay down,” I ordered nodding towards the bed, and she quickly did so, crawling on her hands and knees towards the center of the mattress, but just before she could reach it, I pulled her by her ankle and turned her around myself.

“Can’t wait to fill you, sweetheart.” I was impatient, that much was obvious, but I don’t think she minded by the way her hips thrusted back to meet my fingers as I fucked her open with them, using my thumb to rub her throbbing little clit. “Do you want that?”

She nodded, managing to hold eye contact but not capable of saying anything, her bottom lip held tightly by her teeth as she struggled to swallow the whines I begged to hear. “Beg me for it,” I ordered, picking up the pace and curling my digits until I was able to hit her sweet spot every time I thrusted into her tight channel. “I want to know how badly you want me, I want to see if it even *comes close to my own desire for you.”

A gasp was still all I received as a response, and I had to contain my smile as I slowed down my movements, making them sweeter but deeper. I knew what was holding her back, and it wasn’t the weakness of her desire when contrasted to mine. “It’s alright, darling. You can scream, you can cry out my name as loud as you want. We don’t have to be quiet anymore.”

When her eyes met mine again, I could see that she understood, but it was still hard for her to fully let go. So I picked up the pace of my fingers, leaning over her to suck a bruise on her collarbones before whispering in her ear, “C’mon, pretty girl. I’ve always loved to see you squirming, trying to keep those beautiful sounds in, but right now, I’m dying to hear you moan.”

Her orgasm was what finally made her lose control, cumming while screaming my name, making me grin from ear to ear and keep the pace of my digits until her hand covered my wrist, a silent plea for me to let her calm down. I allowed her that, pulling away from her with a brief kiss on the forehead before turning my attention to myself, curling my fist around my cock that twitched with only that slight stimulation, probably because of the debauched scene before me.

It didn’t take long for her small hand to cover mine, forcing myself to jerk the throbbing member as a sign that she was ready for more, now. And so I pulled her even closer, forcing her legs to open wider before I rubbed the head of my cock between her lower lips, gathering some of the moisture there.

“You ready?” Pushing into her for the first time was always incredible. Often, it’d take me back to that long night we’d spent trying to work on a difficult case, when it all became too much for both of us to handle and I gave into temptation, bending her over my desk before burying myself inside of her.

The way she gasped so prettily at the feeling of my cock stretching her open was still the same, and it mirrored the way I groaned at how her tight walls squeezed me as I tried to bottom out inside of her. “So fucking tight,” I noted, arms resting on each side of her face as I waited for us both to grow used to the feeling of being connected again.

I kissed her once more before starting to move, losing myself in the taste of her while she messed up my hair, running her fingers through it to hold onto the locks when I did start to fuck her against the mattress. The feeling of her hands traveling further south, until suddenly I felt her nails running down my back, had me jerking abruptly in surprise, the realization that now she could leave marks on my body only leaving me more desperate for her, to make her mine once and for all.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Fuck.” The way he gasped against my mouth was so pretty, I wanted to keep hearing it for the rest of my life. “You’re mine now, sweetheart. This is where you’ll spend the rest of your life, right here, getting filled by my cock over and over again.”

It didn’t seem like a bad future to have, especially when he squeezed my hips so tight, trying to control himself so this wouldn’t end so soon. “Fuck, no one can make me feel as good as you do, darling. No one.”

My body felt warm, like a fire had been lit inside, and the only thing that made it simultaneously more controlled and brighter was kissing him, feeling him connected to me, from his forehead to his toes.

I loved this man. God, I loved him, and it felt so good to be able to feel this way, without having any guilt attached to this wonderful feeling. Knowing that he was now mine and only mine, that I could give my whole heart to him without any fear, because he’d given me his.

It felt different this time, regardless of the dozens of times I’d had him inside of me. It was like we were both stripped to our very soul, finally getting to introduce them to each other, and there was a connection, a certain recognition that I just couldn’t put into words - especially not when he was fucking me this good. We just worked. It’s like despite how it all began, we were meant to be.

“Fuck, I love you so much.” And it was that declaration of love that had me clenching around him, reaching the high of desire that only he could show me. It didn’t surprise me that as soon as my orgasm began, he started to lose the rhythm of his thrusts, until he was groaning, “I’m cumming, I’m gonna cum inside of you, just like I promised, pretty girl.”

The reminder seemed to awaken every single nerve end on my body, and I gasped as I felt another orgasm building as his movements grew more frantic. “Don’t you want it? Don’t you want my cum? Say it, sweetheart. Say you want my cum.”

The reality of the situation hit me then, serving as an added stimulation to my already overworked body. He really wanted this. We were really doing this. “Yes, of course I want it. I want your cum, daddy.”

That was it for him. I watched as Andy threw his head back, eyes closed in bliss while his biceps bulged in an effort to keep him from falling on top of me. “Yessss… Make me a dad, Y/N,” he roared, suddenly pushing himself away from me to hold my legs open even wider, fingertips buried on the flesh of my thighs.

I felt his release paint my insides, and our eyes connected just then, acknowledging the weight of the moment between us. His hand reached out to stroke my chin before he carefully rolled us over so I could rest on his chest without him leaving me.

“I can’t believe we get to stay here for as long as we want,” he suddenly spoke, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen between us. “No more excuses, no more hiding. Just you and me, and this big and comfortable bed.”

“I can’t believe I get to fall asleep next to you…” I whispered, lightly tracing over his jawline until he turned to meet my eyes, hand holding my wrist tightly to catch my attention - as if it wasn’t already on him.

“I can’t believe you think you’ll be getting any sleep tonight.” And with that fortunate prediction into my future, I knew it would be full of giggles and satisfaction, just as long as I got to have Andy by my side.

[myonepiece]

good morning/good evening author chwan!💖 , idk if u do yandere requests but if u do write yandere, could u do yandere sanji zoro and kid ( separately) with a fem!s/o who doesn’t disobey them and knows they’re yanderes but is still blindly inlove with them ? once again, u don’t need to do it if ur uncomfortable ofc 💖

Yandere! Sanji, Zoro, Kid with a fem!S/O who’s still in love with them even though she knows they’re yandere

Sanji x Reader,   Zoro x Reader,   Kid x Reader

Description: Yandere! Sanji, Zoro, & Kid (seperate) with a fem!S/O who knows he’s yandere but is still madly in love with him and never disobeys him

Warnings: Yandere, mentions of abuse

A/N: you practically described how I would be with a yandere boyfriend 😂💕

Sanji was genuinley worried when you realized his personality and true intentions, and he was just as shocked when you didn’t change for the worse but instead said you find it sweet and flattering

he swears he fell in love with you 10x more that day, and everyday after

there are no secrets between you two, because he’s never liked lying to you or keeping things from you- but also because he doesn’t have to worry about you running away or getting mad at him

you had sort of like a “sharing night” after you mentioned something about his actions, comparing them to possessiveness and “yandere-ness”- it was basically just a night where he held you very close against him in bed, face-to-face he explained his actions and why he was so possessive of you, why he was violent towards anyone who looked at you, telling you he only does it because he’s absolutely and unconditionally in love with you- he was holding extra tight just in case you realized the extent of his actions and tried to get away from him

he trusts you enough to let you out of the ship, let you outside and into villages, but he’s either by your side or hiding following you inconspicuously- it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, he trusts you with his life, but he doesn’t trust anyone else

it actually seems like a normal relationship, mostly to you, people on the outside notice Sanji’s unusual actions and sometimes they try to point it out and get you to understand, and Sanji usually overhears this and is ready to take care of them but he hears you tell them you know his actions aren’t completely right but you still love him and his heart can’t help but swell at your words

one of the things Sanji is most afraid of is someone else telling you that his actions are wrong and he’s a bad man, infecting your mind with poisoned thoughts and making you turn against him- this is another reason he doesn’t let you out of his sight or have other friends besides the strawhats (during alliances he doesn’t let you leave his side or often keeps you locked in your room with him)

Zoro is not allowed near you

one of the things Sanji loves most about your deep rooted love for him, is that whenever you’re out in town he doesn’t even have to keep you tucked into his side, your eyes never leave him and his never leave you, moments like those when you’re surrounded by people but he is still the only one you look at, when the people around are watching with judging pitiful looks but you look at him with eyes of adoration and doubtless affection, he feels mosy euphoric

he feels like the most lucky man alive, he knowws he doesn’t have to follow you around or keep you constant at his side because you wouldn’t even dream of leaving him anyway-  but he does it because he’s afraid someone else will pull you away 

truthfully he didn’t really care if you accepted his ways or not, it wasn’t like he valued that specific opinion of yours- but when you casually mentioned something about him being possessive and he looked at you taken aback and slightly wary, like he was contemplating on grabbing you right then and there because he tought you would run, but you simply smiled and said you didn’t mean to offend him then kissed his nose- he found this very interesting

but he didn’t ask about it, he had always been fairly obvious with his actions and he was kind of surprised you hadn’t mentioned it sooner, he just thought you were stupid

your lack of concern to his possession and aggression put towards the relationship was endearing and he often found himself testing just how far he could go, killing someone right in front of you or locking you in the bedroom, of course he wouldn’t go too far, especially since there wasn’t a reason for punishment but rather rewards

he was glad he wouldn’t have to hide his reasons for keeping you inside or not allowing you to have friends, istead of saying “they’re dangerous” or “they were talking about hurting you” he could simply say “you’re mine” and you would blush and tuck yourself further into his side, making him smile fondly and kiss the crown of your head- and thank god you don’t try to be friends with Sanji, in fact you tell him to leave you alone and Zoro is in heavenly euphoria

when you’re alone he often asks “do you love me” “are you only mine” “you know I love you right”, just to hear you say you love him and you’re heart belongs to him

he’s proud of the lovesick look in your eyes and his owership of your heart, he can occasionally get cocky about it. but he doesn’t understand how he got so lucky, sometimes he finds himself up late at night watching you sleep eerily peaceful on his chest and he starts telling himself that you’re lying about your feeling to get him to trust you and let you out on your own only for you to run away then

this is one reason he never lets you out of his sight and you’re not allowed to go anywhere without him, if you do he punishes you- his puishments range from slaps to slices from his swords, after punishments he takes you to Chopper and stays while he bandages you up because he’s heard Chopper more than once try to explain to you the true extent of Zoro’s obsession and actionss and how wrong his love actually is, that it’s not actually love but an infatuation- the only things keeping Zoro from killing him is your pleas and the fact he cares about Chopper slightly

one thing that pisses Zoro off extremely easily is when people try to tell you (and sometimes him) that he doesn’t actually love you but it’s simply an unhealthy and dangerous obsession, he loves you and he’s never been more sure of something in his whole life, he makes sure to tell you that- he doesn’t need someone trying to ruin or ruining what he has worked so hard for 

Kid didn’t and doesn’t give a fuck if you don’t like his possessiveness or aggresssion or violence, and as much as he wanted you to truly love him he didn’t care much because it wasn’t like he wwould let you go if you didn’t love. him- he’s skeptical of your acceptance and love, similar to Zoro, he doesn’t trust that you actually love him and he thinksyou’re trying to escape him

he still doesn’t let you leave the bedroom unless he or Killer is with you,  he keeps the door locked from the outside and sometimes chains you to some piece of furniture as an extra precaution

whenever you show any sign of pure fondness and affection he always gets puzzled and thinks you’re trying to distract him 

at least noww he can slightly ease up on how tightly he holds you when you’re out with him, he doesn’t really need to bring the leash anymore,  he kpt you on a literal chain usually- you have a collar that says his name and he adores how much you fawn over it 

even if you don’t have any problem with Kid being yanderem ad he knows you don’t, and you love him and he knows that, the relationship wouldn’t be much different than if you didn’t actually love him

also similar to Zoro, he likes to test your limits and see how far he can go before you’re truly horrified and disturbed by his actions, but he’ll go farther than Zoro

he hates that people try to interfere with you and his relationship, but he knows that he. doesn’t really have to worry about that because he knows he’s manipulated your mind far from being able to think badly of him

he loves that you go to him for safety and comfort, fiding it amusing and ironic when he’s the one who’s the most of a danger to you- he likes hurting you only to ask you if you still love him and telling you he does this because he loves you, and because you’re his property and he owns you 

he teases you constantly for your devotion to him, purposely pointing out and bringing up the worst things he’s done for/because of you 

he loves how tightly you hold him, it gives him a sense of intimacy and is a great way to show him you love him truly, when someone threatens to take you away or if someone had been filling your head with nonsense about his ‘cruel acts towards you” or if you were talking to someone else that’s not on the crew (including Sanji) he hold. you extremely tight and will tie one ofyour wrists to the bed despite knowing that you won’t leave, it’s just his deep hidden insecurities and trust issues, and the fact you’re not yelling at him but instead telling him you understand just makes him more nervous because normally people wowuldn’t be okay with it so what else would you be doing than trying to win his trust to leave 

[cockasinthebird]

billy filling up steves hole with his cum and then shoves a butt plug in steve

Dear anon, Oh... oh ho ho, this got good, like I am very satisfied with this! Truly a splendid way to... reintroduce lemons to my posting again now that I am free from flag!

Do enjoy~

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Billy hides his wide, self satisfied grin behind a hand; his elbow on the desk, chin in palm, pretending to pay attention to English class, but he's acing it so why bother anymore?

Steve's squirming in his seat, constantly repositioning himself carefully, face flushed red like he's running a fever - feels like it too, blood boiling and skin slightly sweaty. 

He steals a few glances in Billy's direction every now and then, finding blue eyes piercing into him, tongue occasionally darting out to wag salaciously before licking his lips that curl something so mischievously.

Is it obvious? It feels like it's so impossibly obvious, but no one has said a thing yet, and every other student in here stares blankly up ahead, disinterested and bored as all hell. 

The clock ticks slower and slower, wearing Steve's patience thin, seconds away from shattering. 

He turns to look at Billy again, who cocks a brow, his chest stuttering with a laugh, almost as if he can read Steve's thoughts. Or maybe he just knows him well enough by now that that wouldn't even be necessary to do. 

So Steve shifts around again, the plug keeping him closed rubs at all the right muscles, hitting sweet nerves that scatter up his spine in a euphoric dance, encouraging a moan to search for freedom, only to then get caught just barely before jumping off of his tongue.

He keeps his legs closed tight, hoping it'll conceal the impressive bulge in his jeans. It's gross and disgusting and perverted and shameful, to sit through class with an almost full erection, but that all only elevates the thrill of it, the stupid excitement of danger, a rush of adrenaline that pumps through him whenever he looks at Billy. 

Billy, who didn’t leave after last night.

Billy, who woke Steve up by rubbing his veiny cock between Steve’s thighs.

Billy, who fingered Steve’s slightly sore hole all nice and sweet while cooing and praising him.

Billy, who thrust into Steve from behind as they laid on their sides.

Billy, who right after he came plugged Steve’s ass still full of every drop of his cum.

Billy, who kindly asked Steve to wear it all day, whispering about how hot that would be babe, you walking around with me inside of you, sitting in class ready to burst.

And Steve, who’s been unintentionally edging all day since, agreed all too readily, but Billy has this irresistible charm about him that just turns Steve to butter. A flash of teeth, soft caressing, voice deep.

It’s magic.

When the bell rings for lunch, Steve barely registers it - lost in the vividly fresh memory of this morning, of last night, of the past few weeks. Every one of his classmates stands up, talking loudly, chairs scooting around as they flood out of the room.

But Steve stays. Billy stays. Even as they’re the last people here, they stay.

“Not hungry?” Billy drawls, tapping his foot a few times before turning in his seat, angling open legs in Steve’s direction.

Whose fingers are currently testing the strength of his pencil; thumb pushing against the yellow painted wood. He hasn’t taken a single note all day, staying home would have been more productive in truth.

“I can’t get up.”

Billy laughs, loudly, uproarious, throws his head back with it before running his gaze up and down Steve’s stiff posture. “I don’t think that’s your issue right now.”

And Steve groans at that, at other things too, rolls his eyes in frustration even though he absolutely would have found that funny at the right time. Now is not then.

“Fine, I can’t stand up-” Lips shuts closed quickly as he finally looks at Billy, and sees the clear outline of his thick cock reaching down his thigh underneath too tight jeans. The pencil in his hand snaps.

His own hard dick twitches at the sight of that, at the brief moment of wondering just how long Billy’s been like that, wondering if he’s going to do something about it. He meets with Billy’s excessively lustful gaze, pupils blown till there’s barely even a sliver of blue left. Lips part as Billy ever so slowly reaches down to wrap wide fingers around the shape of his shaft, hissing and groaning cautiously, eyes darting to the door then back to where Steve is caught in a trance.

“I don’t think I can wait till the end of today, princess.” Billy stands up and walks over to Steve in one fluid motion, where he leans closer, raised above Steve still, staring down at him. “I’m gonna need to fuck you now.”

-

Steve probably wouldn’t have even really struggled against the suggestion of fucking on top of his desk in their classroom, door wide open, shutters drawn, the most exposed and illegal it could get. He would have gladly bent over and let Billy have his way with him, finish what he started this morning, get him nice and well fed on every drop of cum his body can contain.

But no, sadly that’s not a risk Billy’s willing to take. Rather he yanked Steve up from his seat, got a good look and thorough feel of his painfully sensitive erection, dragged him through mostly empty halls to the completely empty boys locker room.

His hairstyle gets ruined as he presses the top of his head against the orange tiles, staring down to watch his own hands fumble in their hurry to unbuckle his belt and zip down his jeans. From behind he hears the same tune played with a far more confident hand, as Billy releases himself with a refreshing gulp of air.

Seconds after Steve drops his pants and angles his briefs down just far enough to free his own leaky prick, a hand slaps against the tiles next to his face as Billy leans in to kiss where the collar of his striped polo can’t reach, gentle and soft lips travel up and down Steve’s neck, sending luscious waves of delight washing over him, hushed moans slipping from parted lips.

“Have to be quiet, baby,” Billy whispers, kisses the shell of Steve’s ear. “Think you can be quiet?”

“C-can you?” Steve barely manages with a huff of a laugh, and he feels Billy smile against his neck.

“Only one way to find out.”

And he’s gone - taken a step back. Steve looks over his shoulder to watch him stroke and slick up his fat cock with pre, staring like a hungry wolf at where Steve pushes his ass out to accentuate the shape of it.

“Spread your cheeks,” Billy demands with a tone that almost implies an unspoken ‘or else’. “Show me how full you are.”

Steve doesn’t hesitate- wouldn’t even dream of it, as he presses his face against the icy orange tiles for support as he moves both hands behind, down, a handful of cheek in each as he pulls them apart, exposing the base of the dark purple buttplug that keeps him stuffed, keeps him stretched out, keeps him ready.

When Billy prods at it with one finger it sends electric jolts through the entirety of Steve’s being, sensitive and heightened, he gasps a bit too loud and bites back a moan.

“D-don’t do that, fuck,” he breathes in a heavy sigh.

“Why not?” And Billy does it again, with more intent this time, pressing harder and drawing circles around.

A motion that makes it near impossible for Steve to shut up, fingers digging into flesh with bruising restraint, his lonesome cock spurting and dripping with pre onto the floor. “A-ah- Billy…”

Billy’s chuckle practically reverberates off of the tiles, his self-satisfaction palpable in the bass of his voice. 

“Can’t wait to fuck you so good ‘n hard, pretty boy,” he drawls and runs his fingers along the edges of the flat base.

“B-be careful, okay?” Strings of nerves pull at Steve’s stomach, a heat of embarrassment flooding out into his cheeks at the worry that it might hurt.

Billy’s adventurous, buys them all kinds of fun toys to play around with, dildos and fleshlights and beads and cuffs and clamps, literally anything he can get his hands on, but they’ve never tried this with a plug more than three fingers wide.

But then there’s a calm hand on his; Billy lacing their fingers together where Steve is still spreading himself wide, and it doesn’t exactly calm the storm brewing, but it does close the window to it.

“I got you, baby, I got you,” Billy coos, kisses his way across Steve’s fingers, across the cheek, up to his tailbone before leaning away.

Fingers closing around the plug as he pulls and… it doesn’t hurt, not exactly, it’s more of a strained feeling in the muscle, hints of pain here and there mixing deliciously together with the raw euphoria of it all, so fucking good Steve’s worried for a moment that he might actually cum from this alone, chanting fuck fuck fuck.

“Shit Stevie,” Billy sounds positively awed. “Wish you could see yourself right now.”

Steve tries though, looks behind to see Billy staring at his fluttering hole, butt plug shiny in hand, slick with cum and whatever lube might be leftover from hours ago.

“So fucking sexy…”

He can feel cum running out, warm from having been kept inside of him all day, leaking down his balls and thighs. Then he’s full again - three fingers full, as Billy thrusts those digits into him with ease and pleasure.

“God, you’re so wet and loose, princess,” Billy growls as he stands up to press himself against Steve. “Listen to that…”

Billy pumps his fingers in and out, the squelching of it all obscene like he’s fingering a soaking pussy, Steve’s pussy, who has never struggled to keep quiet this much in his entire life, every dive in stopping just short of reaching that perfect bundle of nerves deep in him, it feels almost deliberate.

“Just dripping with my cum.” Billy licks and nibbles and kisses up and down Steve’s neck where he can reach, making the skin there red from abuse and attention. “Think you can handle more? Get all fat on my cum?”

“Y-yes,” Steve whimpers between ragged breaths and nods profusely.

“Yes, what?” Fingers curl at a tortuous angle, like a light punishment that only makes Steve’s dick leak worse.

“Yes, please, I need you so bad, fuck me, please,” he rambles as a response, ready and willing to keep going, anything for Billy.

But the devilish chuckle signs that that’s more than enough. “Hmmm since you asked so nicely.”

The thick digits are quickly replaced with the blunt head of Billy’s cock, eager and horny, gently pushing into the easy and wet stretching of Steve’s ass, watching it reverently where pale hands are still spreading the cheeks wide for him.

When there’s no more hard flesh to offer, Billy keeps moving closer, wraps his arms around Steve and buries his face in the crook of his neck. They stand still like that for far too many seconds, as near as near gets, both of them pushing into each other, as if it would be possible to connect deeper than this.

At the start of it all it was quick and rough and often too dry in their rushing of getting together, but now it’s… this. Whatever this is.

Whatever it means when Billy mutters, “Feel so good.”

Whatever it means when he doesn’t leave after.

Whatever it means when they hold one another like it’s something dear.

Steve’s not the biggest fan of getting fucked from behind - he can’t see Billy, touch Billy, kiss Billy, but the way his steely cock drags against his insides as he starts thrusting gives Steve an incomparable amount of ecstasy, when hands grab on to his hips to control the tempo, push and pull and pound, skin slapping as Billy slams into him.

Choked whimpers is all he can offer up here- all he’s allowed to, and he feels the restraint hurt in his throat, every single salacious little sound fighting for their freedom, the rhythmic movement of Billy’s hips snapping against Steve’s ass only encouraging every rebellious impulse that’s contained within.

But the silence between them now speaks more than words, as Billy himself barely even grunts past hitching breaths. His biggest fear is getting caught, he once admitted, and that only gets him hard. Even brushing fingers at the movies can get him going apparently, which is a delightful little secret Steve discovered all on his own.

“Fuck,” is the first real word to escape him in minutes, as he bends over and places his hand on top of Steve’s where he’s supporting himself on the wall. “I’m close, baby.”

Steve’s almost convinced he could cum untouched, but he’s not patient enough for it, bringing his free hand down to fervently jerk his pulsating dick, utterly soaked in pre cum, yearning for release after hours of being half hard.

It’s become an easy feat by now to match the quick and irregular pace that Billy always finds leading up to his orgasm, Steve’s hand following the pattern with practiced precision, eyes closed and focusing solely on how wet and slippery and glorious Billy’s veiny cock pummels rapidly into him, pounding against that golden bundle of nerves that makes Steve want to cry out, knees going weak, stars glistening behind his eyes.

And when he cums, hot and white into his hand, it’s blinding, the stars exploding like fireworks, raining fiery bliss down upon him, toes curling in his sneakers, biting into his lip till it cracks and bleeds.

Behind him Billy makes a strangled noise; an abrupt and dissatisfying sound compared to his usual roar of a peak, as Steve’s dripping wet hole chokes around every inch of Billy’s girthy dick. Steve puts forth a foot to counterweight the way Billy presses into him with all his force, both hands on his hips now to keep them like this, his forehead pressed between Steve’s shoulder blades as he empties out for a second time inside of Steve’s poor, puffy, abused ass.

Steve’s convinced he can feel it, wet and burning and full. Fuller. Brimming, ready to burst, that if this was a porn vid the camera would angle down to watch it all spill out of him, and he can’t be blamed for the breathy moan that escapes at that imagery. 

“God, princess…” Billy’s voice hoarse and raspy, weak and satisfied. He snakes his arm around Steve’s waist and runs a hand up and down his stomach. “That was…”

“Yeah,” Steve eventually huffs, neither of them truly finding much use for words in the moment.

“Mmhm,” Billy whirs and props his chin up on Steve’s shoulder, tilting his head till their eyes meet. “I’m thinking…”

A chill flees down Steve’s back immediately at that notion, because Billy rarely ever thinks of anything else other than… “What?”

“What if we… plugged you up again?” Billy grins like he’s already won this, like the cat that got the cream.

“Billy, please-”

“Steve, please.”

They stare at each other in silence, Billy still with that same twist of lips, Steve’s… uncertain. He loves the idea of it, but in practice? Today has already been hell on him this way, but Billy…

“Come on baby, please? Keep you wet and full of my cum all day, and tonight I’ll buy you a really nice dinner and clean you up in the shower?” He kisses promises against skin, nuzzling his nose against the shell of Steve's ear. “Light some candles… I’ll be real gentle with you.”

Steve’s not gonna be able to sit right for weeks to come after today, but he nods in agreeance. Because those promises almost sound like a date.

[imagineaworlds]

I Had a Dream (Part One) -- Aaron Hotchner

“Good Morning”

Written By: @desperately-bisexual

Request: None.

Warnings: Sir kink, Dom/sub relationship, cock warming, dirty talk, impregnation kink. SMUT!! Cursing. Unprotected sex. Wrap it before you tap it, ladies, gentlemen, and nonbinary sibs. The reader does go by they/them pronouns, however, Hotch refers to them as female when saying “good girl”.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Nonbinary!Reader (fem anatomy)

Word Count: 2800

A/N: The next chapter will include the entire team.... yeah... i know... i just couldn’t help myself OKAY AH

I groaned as I rolled over under the covers. Hotch caught me in his arms as I nuzzled against his chest, but it caught me off guard when my hips moved closer to his and I could feel his morning wood. I bit my lip and giggled, my face still buried in his warm chest and my eyes still screwed shut. He sighed as he held me tighter while still half asleep. His erection kept pressing into my thigh, and the longer it was there, the more I noticed how wet my shorts were getting.

“Don’t make me ruin another pair of pajama shorts this early,” I played, referencing how he hadn’t just turned me onto my back and fucked me yet. He could if he wanted to. We were both tired and still half asleep, but he could fuck me as lazily as he wanted, and I would still cum for him, there was no doubt. Hell, I wanted him to do it at that point. If he wasn’t going to make a move soon, I was just going to start touching myself. “I’m going to have to do laundry before Wednesday if we keep at it like this.”

“Maybe you should just sleep naked.” He yawned.

I smirked, “You’d like that.”

He bucked his hips in a way that made my left leg snake over his body and hug his thighs. His erection was between my legs now, just against where I needed him most. “I’m too tired,” he insisted in regards to fucking me the way we always liked, which was as hard and fast as possible. “I was dreaming about something, though.”

“What was it?” I asked, grinding my clit against the outline of his length to give myself some kind of relief.

“Remember that night with Emily?”

A wide smile crept onto my face as I nodded. Emily had come over to our house for dinner and drinks after she came back from Paris. We had invited her over because we missed her and wanted to catch up with her. Hotch had known the entire time that she was alive, but I didn’t, and the shock was still racing through my veins— which was likely why I was so brave to offer the idea of a threesome with her. Well, shock mixed with alcohol was probably the cause, but still. All it took was an hour of booze and talking on the couch for the question to leave my mouth, and within minutes, Emily was hovering over me, her lips on mine. I vividly remembered how she tasted. She tasted like wine and oranges, which shouldn’t have been as intoxicating as it was. Her lips were so plump and soft against mine, but her tongue and the dominance she fought for was anything but soft and inviting.

By the time she had my shirt off, Hotch had already told her that I was the biggest submissive he had ever met in his life, and she was desperate to learn more about it for herself. I didn’t stop her as she stuffed Hotch’s tie in my mouth and she began to finger me with an expertise that I didn’t think was possible. Hotch was the only other person I had ever met that knew exactly where to touch me and how in order to bring me to the brink, but then Emily came along and she seemed to know even more. Shit, she even found sensitive spots within my body that I didn’t know about, and they made my knees weak. I couldn’t do anything but moan in the gag and fall apart around her fingers.

Before I could even recover from my orgasm, Emily was already on her knees in front of Hotch and she was wrestling with his buckle. I watched, still gagged and shaking, as she took his length in her mouth and his head fell back as he let out a deep groan. His fingers brushed through her hair before grabbing on tight, and he pushed her mouth all the way down on him forcefully. I swear, I nearly came again while just watching them.

“That’s unfair of you to bring up if you’re not literally going to fuck me right now,” I told Hotch after breaking away from my trance of memories.

He chuckled lightly. “I didn’t want to tell you, but the others found out the other day.”

My eyes shot wide, my body suddenly jolting awake, and I looked up at him. “What?”

“They noticed that something was off with the three of us, and Dave profiled it before we could say anything.”

“How the fuck did I not know about this?”

“You were picking up Jack from school when it happened.”

“You’re joking.”

Hotch lifted a thumb to my mouth and slid it in slowly to keep my quiet. I rolled my tongue around it as I calmed down again. “They all joked that they’d want to see for themselves one day just how much of a whore you are…” I moaned around his thumb, blinded by the passion to even worry about what the truth to what he was saying. “I was dreaming about them taking you. All of them.” I bucked my hips against his again. “Maybe we should take them up on their offer. Would you like that?” I nodded as I continued to suck on his thumb seductively. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll make you a deal.” He pulled his thumb from my mouth. “If you can be a good girl and hold still while you keep my cock warm as I wake up, I’ll invite them over.”

“And if I’m bad, Sir?”

“You won’t cum for a month.”

I gulped. “I’ll be good, Sir.”

He smiled, “That’s my good girl.” He slid his hand between us and his fingers brushed against my clit. I jolted my hips up against his erection again in response. He chuckled wickedly, “So sensitive.” My face fell back against his chest as I felt his touch leave me so that he could push his boxers down ever so slightly. His erection sprang free and I felt his tip brush over the seam of my shorts, just over my clothed slit. “Keep your leg on me,” he demanded, squeezing my thigh that was draped over his side. His finger brushed my clit again by accident while he tried to move my shorts to the side in order to give himself access to what he truly desired. “Baby girl, you’re so wet already.”

“Because of you, Sir,” I said into his chest. I moaned suddenly and quietly as Hotch lined his tip up with my wet entrance.

He shushed me as he slowly slid in every inch he had to offer me. “Be quiet,” he demanded. I bit down on some of his nightshirt to stop myself from making any more noise, but the more he filled me, the more I wanted to scream his name until my throat was sore. “Don’t move,” he reminded me as he bottomed out inside of me. “Good girl.” My walls clenched around him, earning a groan from him in response, but neither of us moved. “You’re so wet. Fuck.” He kissed my head. “So tight.” He kissed my temple. “All for me.”

“Please, Sir. Just one thrust. Please,” I whined against his shirt.

It was absolute torture not being able to move. His entire long and hard length was buried to the hilt, yet it wasn’t enough. Anything other than just laying there would have been better. Hell, I would have even accepted going back to just grinding against him through our pants because at least it gave me some kind of relief. The way we were only barely feeling each other with not enough movement or pressure to make us feel anything but need was… unbearable yet entirely euphoric.

“Just focus on not moving.”

“I hate you so much.”

“I told you to be quiet,” he hissed. I nodded against his shirt and released my hold on him.

Just like he said, I tried to focus on not moving my hips, or really thinking about the fact that he was sitting inside me and that we would be like that until he got bored— which, with how aroused we both were by the concept, I doubted that he’d give in any time soon. I was fucked, for a lack of a better term. Even when he twitched with excitement inside of me, I didn’t budge, that was how focused I was. I wanted my reward so bad, I was going to do anything to get it. He was challenging me with a task that he thought would be nearly impossible, but I wasn’t going to give up until I got what I wanted. Ever. There was too much on the line to just roll over on top of him and start fucking him until he came inside me. The thought was so appealing I felt myself clench around him again, but the fact that he wanted to invite them over finally… that was worth more than just getting to ride him and not getting to touch him again for a month.

Hotch pulled my left leg further over his hip so that he could fit more of himself inside me while also testing the waters a bit more. He knew that the more he moved around innocently, the more I’d break, and he was so hoping that I would. I couldn’t give him the satisfaction of winning.

“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” he asked finally. I knew what game he was playing. He knew that if he just kept my mind on the fact that he could fuck me until I was sore at any minute, but he wasn’t going to, would drive me insane. “You want me to cum inside of you…” His thumb caressed my stomach as he twitched inside me again. When he adjusted his hips, his cock hit my walls, sending a shiver of euphoria up my spine. He chuckled, “So desperate for more. Maybe I should keep you like this all the time…”

“No, Sir, please.”

Hotch pinched my face with one hand and made me look at him, “I told you to be fucking quiet.” He released his grip and I bit my lip. “Do you want to know what I saw them doing to you in my dream?”

Really, the game he was playing was only going to make it worse for him, not me. My imagination could only do so much to picture what he saw in his dream, but he was going to relive that and it would break him sooner or later. So, of course, I nodded innocently. I wanted to know every little detail in order to break him down faster. And he really didn’t spare any details, just like I had hoped. He told me that he was pinning my arms down as Emily rode my face and Morgan fucked me needy cunt until my thrashing body was nothing but jello. As he told me that he imagined JJ and Reid were both playing with my nipples, Hotch reached down and pinched the sensitive nubs through my pajama shirt. I hissed at the feeling and tried my absolute best to not buck my hips in response.

“Asshole…”

Hotch immediately stopped speaking and moving. Just as I realized that I had said it aloud, I looked up at him to gauge if I should apologize or just stop talking altogether, but the second my eyes were on his, Hotch grabbed my wrist and he pushed me onto my back roughly. Still buried deep inside of me, Hotch adjusted himself so that he was hovering over me. I gulped when I saw that his eyes were black and dilated with lust and anger— which meant I was absolutely fucked. Whatever he was going to do was not going to be good for me.

“I pinned you just like this,” he said gruffly while collecting my wrists together in one of his hands, then holding them against the pillows above my head. “And Morgan fucked you just like this,” he started thrusting into me at a pace I thought was nearly impossible.

He went fast and hard, a yelp escaping my lips at the sudden movement and pleasure. He drove into me over and over again, pulling out nearly all the way before thrusting every single inch back into me. If he wasn’t awake before, he certainly was now. I was already breathless between the moans, the curses, the thrusts, and the kisses. Every part of me that was focused on not losing control of minutes ago had now lost all control.

“Sir—“ I gasped, fighting against his grasp on my wrists.

Hotch muffled my moans and pleas by kissing me roughly. With the next rough thrust, I felt myself start to get close. The way he was holding me down so that I could move, mixed with his kisses to silence me, and the way he practically hate fucked me… My mind was spinning and the knot in my stomach was tightening. My walls clenched around him again, a sign that I was about to tip over the edge, and I moaned into his mouth. Before I knew it, he pulled out of me and sat back on his knees, and the orgasm that had been building in my body disappeared without a trace. I whined, thrashing around the best I could while still pinned.

“Sir, please— Please— Let me cum.”

“Look at you,” he cooed as he brought his free hand to his cock, “whining and begging for release like a needy slut.”

I nodded, “Yes, Sir. Yes. I’m a needy whore. Please—”

His hand turned into a tight fist around his hard length and he started pumping up and down as fast as he could. I whined again, trying to buck my hips up and out in order to find his cock again, but he only moved away to maintain our distance. I panted as I relaxed, hoping that my sudden obedience would coax him into rewarding me by fucking me again.

He tsked his tongue, “What? No more begging?” I shook my head. “So you don’t want me, then?”

“Wait—”

He groaned as his stomach tensed, his abs flexing ever so slightly under his tight nightshirt. “You keep my cock warm all morning like a good girl…” he moaned again, “and then you beg like a slut…” he leaned over me, his fist still fucking his length, “but you stop because you think it will convince me to fuck you again…” He was so close, I could see it. “Baby girl,” his eyes screwed shut, “the only time you’re going to cum today is when they come over and give you permission.” He buried himself all the way inside of me one last time. As I moaned at the feeling of being filled and stretched, his body convulsed as he came inside of me. “Fuck,” he cursed under his breath as he thrust into me twice more while riding out his high.

I wrapped my legs around his waist to hold him tight to encourage him to move, but he did no such thing. “Sir…”

“No.” He sounded so demanding and sure, a way to get me to shut up for real this time. As he caught his breath and finished coming down from his high, Hotch pried my legs off of him and pulled out of me. “I’ll call them. Clean yourself up.” He released my hands and crawled off the bed. “Don’t even think about touching yourself, I swear—”

“I won’t,” I insisted, wanting to be good for him. My reward was coming and I wasn’t about to let that all slip out of my fingers at the last second. I pushed myself upright and felt how needy I still was. My shorts were ruined with the mix of my own arousal and Hotch’s cum— and it was even more obvious as I stood up and it all started running down my legs. I felt my knees go weak, “Sir,” I moaned, still needy.

Hotch turned to look at me and a smile crept onto his face when he saw what a mess I was. I rubbed my thighs together for some kind of friction, and he continued to watch me squirm as he called someone. I couldn’t hear what he was saying, that was how quiet he was being, and it didn’t help that I kept whining and moaning from where I was standing. He shot me a look to tell me to get cleaned up. I gulped and hurried to the bathroom.

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criminal minds family: @peggy1999 @gorgeousdarkangel @marvelismylifffe @alex--awesome--22 @oceaneblu @brithedemonspawn​

[starrysky-whumpfics]

Uhhh I can’t think of a sentence rn, but can I request a comfort/fluff piece for Dmitry and Anya?

OMG YES. LOVE THIS YES. Also rip, I’m sorry that this is late. 😭 Literally life keeps hitting the chaos button

This is an edit of one of my very first fanfics for the Anastasia musical! Also featuring my OC Alexei, as he is technically an OC for this fandom, but I also use him apart from it so that my writing doesn’t stick to one fandom always. Hope you enjoy though and thank you @starnight-whump for requesting!

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The fourth of December, Alexei Dmitriyevich Sudayev was born to parents Anastasia and Dmitry, blessing them with a child that they would swear to love and provide for.

It had now been two weeks since then and Anya was taking a brief moment to study herself in the bathroom mirror, her eyes looked so tired and weary, a side effect of endless nights awake. She also began noticing all her scars, ones from the past and some a result from pregnancy. So many of those scars haunted her, reminding her of all that she lost and of the life that she used to have. She hadn’t realized before though just how many there were, how much her trauma had affected her appearance, or her self-esteem. She usually didn’t care much about her appearance, it wasn’t all that important to her, but lately, with the stress of the new baby and navigating this new phase of life, it was something that just happened to cross her mind.

Dmitry would never let her forget how beautiful she was to him though. Every morning when they awoke he would press his face to hers and mutter “You’re so beautiful” to her before kissing her forehead softly. She smiled to herself thinking of it, but soon that smile faltered. He hadn’t done that since Alexei was born. Maybe it was because he always graciously tended to their child in the early morning to let her sleep, but even that possibility didn’t really help her feel much better. There was always a small thought lingering in the back of her mind. ‘I chose him, but did he choose me?’ Dmitry tells her all the time that he’s been in love with her ever since that day when he was ten and she was eight. But that was the Grand Duchess Anastasia he had fallen in love with, not Anya.

Anya laughed to herself out loud. “I’m being ridiculous. I am Anastasia as much as I am Anya.” She murmured to herself quietly.

Anya was finally interrupted from her moment alone at the sharp shrill of a babies cry, little Alexei had woken up from his afternoon nap. She quickly made her way into the living room where his crib was situated at the time being before being intercepted by Dmitry.

“Don’t worry I got this one. You should go back to resting, doctors orders right?” He said with a smile.

Anya shook her head and bent over the crib to pick up their son, cradling him in her arms to soothe him. “It’s been two weeks, I think I’m plenty rested enough to care for our child.”

Dmitry just shook his head and carefully picked up Alexei from Anya’s arms despite her attempted resistance.

“You look exhausted Anya, did you even sleep last night?” No, but she wasn’t admitting that now.

“Be careful just grabbing him! You’re going to drop him doing something like that.” Anya quietly quibbled, not wanting to cause the finally calmed, and once again sleeping Alexei to start crying again.

“I’m not going to drop him, you act like I haven't raised a child before.” Dmitry retorted back, also speaking in a hushed whisper.

“As far as I’m aware, you haven’t!” She argued back with an eye roll.

The whispered debate went on for a few more moments, but ended, as per usual, with them kissing and briefly apologizing and then going back to the daily routine.

Dmitry loved Anya. Everything about her made him feel like the happiest man alive. Even when they fought he loved her, because when she was angry this fiery look took over her eyes that pierced right through him like a thousand swords. Anya always had this shining glow about her that seemingly changed depending on her mood. A mixture of orange and red when she was angry, yellow and blue when she was happy, purple and blue when she was upset, and green when she was entranced and euphoric. She was green when she looked at him, when they kissed, when he said he loved her. But today, today was different. Today she seemed gray, even during their small spout of bickering earlier she was gray.

“I know that you worry about me, you just worry too much. I can take care of myself sometimes.” She had said to him when he had asked how she was doing, sounding concerned for her. A long time ago, Dmitry had claimed that worrying wasn’t like him, but that had been the greatest lie of all time because worrying was all he did. ‘Is Anya okay? Is Alexei okay? Am I okay? Did I leave the water running?’ All that aside, he would make sure that she was okay tonight. He was going to put all other personal issues that he may have aside and make sure she was happy again. Because as long as she was happy, he felt that he was as well.

When evening rolled around, Anya and Dmitry were praying silently that Alexei would sleep through the night, also knowing that was like praying for a miracle. When they themselves were ready for bed, Anya went to turn off their bedside lamp, but Dmitry stopped her.

“Anya wait. Can we talk about something first?”

“I suppose, but tomorrow when you say I look tired again I’ll be sure to remind you that the one who told me to sleep more kept me up longer.”

Dmitry just jumped right into what he needed to say.

“I know that you said everything is okay, but I can tell when something is wrong. I just need to know that you’re okay because I love you and I want to help you if something is wrong. You don’t have to hide anything from me. I’m not going to laugh or get mad. I’ll just listen and then say whatever really needs to be said. And if you want, I won’t say anything but just know that I’m here for you.”

He sat up next to her, placing a hand on hers. Anya sighed and decided to give this a try.

“Have you had a thought that maybe didn’t make any sense at first, but the more you think about it the crazier it gets but at the same time, becomes more and more true to you?”

Dmitry nodded in response, allowing her to go on.

“It started with these,” she showed him the old scars that had been plaguing her mind, then the new ones that only made the matters worse, “and then I noticed you weren’t doing that thing you used to do every morning. And I know that’s ridiculous to be bothered by but it just had me thinking even further about us as a whole.”

Her voice trailed off and almost shuddered when she realized what she was leading up to say, the words that had been trapped deep in her mind for so long. An arm wrapped around her, and the sense of a cold hand touching her shoulder comforted her. Dmitry’s hands were always cold.

“Am I enough for you? You fell in love so long ago with Anastasia, the girl of your dreams. And sure, I used to be her a long time ago but now I’m just Anya aren’t I? Anya who has scars on her and in her mind, who isn’t as perfect as she used to be, and who isn’t what you were hoping for? I know I can’t be everything, but I want you to be happy too. You always say how much I gave up for you, but never what you had to give up for me.” Anya could feel her eyes filling with tears and wiped them away.

“I try to be her every day for you and at first it started so easy but it’s so hard because as much as I remember now, it’s never going to be enough to be who I was.”

Anya was lost and confused, more than ever. She discovered who she used to be almost three years ago, but she never bothered to discover who she was now. Who was she in this mix between Anya and Anastasia?

“I didn’t want to tell you any of this because so much time has passed that it just seemed too ridiculous to even think that it was on my mind.”

She regained her composure to try and act like everything was okay now. But the sound of a low and worried “Anya…” from Dmitry brought all of the emotion rushing back.

Dmitry looked at Anya crying and knew he had to say something. Strong, radiant, and confident Anya crying was the most heartbreaking sight for him to see.

“You are everything that I want Anya. You shine in so many ways and if you could see yourself the way that I see you, you would just be amazed. Those scars that you’re so worried about mean so much, because they show that you have survived and how strong you are, and they are a mark of how we now have a family. I love everything about you. I love you for who you are now and I’ll always love you no matter who you are. Whenever I see you smile, any doubts or fears that I had just go away because just knowing that you’re here with me is enough. I see you shine and I know everything is going to be alright. You aren’t ‘just enough’ for me because you’re more than enough. I love you Anya, please don’t forget that.”

Dmitry felt unnatural and vulnerable revealing so much emotion all at once, but he needed her to understand. He then felt arms wrap tightly around him, knocking him over slightly, but he just wrapped his arms right back around her.

“I will never forgot that Dima..” She said softly, the use of his childhood nickname making him just as weak as it had the first time she ever used it on the bridge.

“There are so many shadows in my life but you shine through all of them. That day on the bridge, god it feels so long ago now, that was the first time I felt home. I know now that everything is going to be alright as long as we’re in this life together.”

Dmitry pulled out of the tight hug and kissed Anya on her forehead.

“You’re so beautiful. And if you ever need reminder, I’ll be your mirror, and you can even be mine. Just look to me and you’ll see just how much you shine.”

“Thank you….” Anya whispered quietly. “Thank you for everything.”

The two wrapped each other in their arms and didn’t say anything out loud. They just sat on the bed and held each other tightly. Hours passed and the only thing that caused them to break apart was the sound of a cry from the living room. Anya and Dmitry untangled from each other and stood up to tend to the baby, they held hands all the way to the crib. And eventually the night ended with all three of them curled up on the couch as a happy family.

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Friendly Encounters- Chapter Six

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: A friend challenges you to go out of your comfort zone and talk to one of the cute boys at the café. However, after attempting to flirt with one of them, they reveal that they are in a relationship with each other. It’s fine, though, because you’re all friends now!

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒: Romance

𝑅𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔: Smut, Fluff, Angst

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Graphic Depictions of sex, Mature Language, Angst is Yoongi-centered

𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈: 5k+

𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: Jimin x Yoongi x Reader

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Yoongi watches, with his dick in his hand as Jimin wrecks you. Over and over again, your blue haired boyfriend pounds into you, as you continuously convulse around his massive girthy dick. He’s feeding you well. 

“Jimin...I c-can’t anymore.”

“It’s okay, baby. I’m almost there...come on babygirl, don’t give up on me now.” You shut your eyes, panting heavily as your final orgasm hits you in a euphoric wave of pleasure, making your muscles tense and you gasp as his dick twitches inside of you from all your clenching.

“Sorry...Yoongi...couldn’t take you too.” Your older boyfriend shakes his head, kissing your forehead lightly as Jimin recovers, pulling out of your sensitive body slowly. 

“Don’t be. Seeing you two enjoy yourselves was reward enough.” Yoongi leaves a tender kiss on his boyfriend’s lips before departing to his room. “Take care of her, alright? And wash up, your mom should be home soon.” Yoongi gives you both a stern talking-to before departing with his clothes in hand. 

“You okay?” Jimin asks while wiping you down with a washcloth. You nod, sitting up on the bed as your boyfriend brings you a warm towelette for your face. He had an extra one on hand. “Think you can walk?” You shake your head, limping as he helps you up. “Here, get on my back.” You don’t think much of it, as you both saw each other naked and took your relationship to the next level all in one night. 

“You’re the best boyfriend ever. Hah...A hot bath was exactly what I needed.” Jimin smiles at you as you lather your body with soapy bubbles. 

“Thanks. You know...you’re pretty cool yourself. Able to take me like a pro. Wow, that was some expert level stuff right the-”

“Shut up.” You splash him with water, laughing as you both have a water fight. After you finish bathing (with a lot of water ending up outside the tub, much to your inconvenience), you just end up cuddling with Jimin in your room. Your more bubbly boyfriend texts your older, introverted partner that he’ll be spending the night with you.

You’re not very surprised when Yoongi replies with the response that he is completely okay with it, since he spent a night with Jimin and left you in the dust. You also understand it, they’ve been together for so long that it probably feels weird to adjust now that a third person is a part of the relationship.

You’ve felt like you’re out of place, like the awkward puzzle piece that has the right shape and fits but it just doesn’t fit quite right. Obviously, you won’t express your concern to the gorgeous specimen of a boyfriend in front of you, because you’re worried about upsetting him. 

His reaction is predictable though, since you’ve grown used to the barista by your side. He would probably just kiss you and hold you tight, claiming that if he let you go you would fly away like a butterfly, or maybe he would just tell you all of the things you want to hear and more. You’re already deeply in love with him, might as well just get everything out in the open.

Then there’s Yoongi. Your kind, sweet, gummy-smiling boyfriend. You initially thought he was annoyed with your friendship and closeness to Jimin, but he ended up expressing the opposite, and in the end your bond was strengthened even more. You’re afraid of disappointing him, or even worse, making him cry. You know his “tough guy” act is just that. The real Yoongi is frail but you’ve only caught glimpses of his vulnerable side. From everything you’ve seen so far, you can tell he still hasn’t opened up to you. You’re afraid of jeopardizing your relationship and possibly losing one-or two of your boyfriends in one go. 

One wrong move and it can possibly be the end of your dream-like romance. You sigh, falling back into Jimin’s arms with one of your hands covering your eyelids and the other on your hip. Your boyfriend just grabs your hips and helps you settle into a comfortable position on the bed. He spoons you, and you’re mostly grateful as the warmth envelops you and lulls you to sleep relatively quickly.

Morning comes early, your alarm waking you up earlier than you expected. You groan, rolling over and finding your boyfriend still asleep and snoring lightly. Jimin looks cute even when he’s sleeping. You try taking care of your appearance, since you want to at least be remembered for dressing well during your last year of high school, but at the same time you dress for yourself. And your boyfriends. When you go downstairs in your short black miniskirt and denim jacket covering your sky blue tee, Yoongi raises an eyebrow at you but most of the time stays quiet. Before you decide to hug him.

When he smells your expensive perfume, he asks, “Going somewhere after school?” You shake your head.

“I was thinking I could head to the café in the evening. I have a lot of busy work. I doubt any of the teachers even know what they’re teaching anymore,” You shake your head, before shuffling through your backpack and then pulling out your phone charger. Finally, after three and a half days of searching you’ve found your old friend! “Ah-ha! I knew I put it in here. Finally, now I can charge my phone during the 3rd period.” 

Yoongi watches you scramble around to make breakfast as fast as you can before asking you another question, “Do you want a ride?” Curse your dirty mind for reading that the wrong way!

The car ride is long, and awkward. You and Yoongi had all this pent-up sexual tension possibly from the moment you met, and now that you’ve both seen each other naked, done other nasty things together as a couple and such, the only thing left to do is to fuck.

That’s right, you both just need to let out your feelings, when you’re alone. Like you did with Jimin before Yoongi joined, or rather, watched. You were spending sufficient time alone with each of your boyfriends, but as of late, you need to get down and dirty with Yoongi. As fast as possible, before things get any weirder.

“Thanks.” You say before getting out of the car.

“Hey, um, I know after yesterday things are different but can I please ask you to pretend like it didn’t happen? I was clearly not myself. I’d rather that we do things naturally and let everything happen when they’re supposed to. I apologize if you felt forced to do stuff in any way.”

You almost cry at how gentle he sounds. He talks to you like you’re a princess, literally the kindest man you’ve crossed. Your heart flutters just from hearing him speak, like your eyes have been opened for the first time.

“No, not at all!” You clutch your backpack strap, biting your lips in anxiousness. “I wanted to. I actually hope I can do it with both of you someday. Like actually..the three of us in one bed.” You trail off, realizing what it is that you truly want.

“You okay? You zoned out there for a second.” You nod, smacking yourself internally for spacing out with Yoongi.

“I’ll see you after school, bye.” You share a quick kiss before you run to your first period class.

For some reason, your friends seem busy. No one is eager to talk to you about their lives or even stop for a second to listen to you talk about yours. You understand it, though. Everyone has their own stuff to deal with. You’re sure all the other girls your age are worrying about bigger stuff than boy problems, like possibly being pregnant, or scared that they don’t have enough credits to graduate. 

You stay glued to your phone most of the day, as Jimin sends you heart emojis and lengthy passages about how he loves you. He just had to message you during English class, during which your teacher caught you on your phone, and she picked up your phone and when she read your text, it brought her to tears, resulting in her asking you if she could read it out loud to the class. 

You insisted it was from your boyfriend and how it was for your eyes only, but she said it demonstrated how simple sentences work well in writing when used correctly and that his use of grammar and vocabulary was that of a college graduate, or at least a professional writer.

She read it aloud, with emotion, and feeling. It made your heart swell up in joy, as you heard his voice through hers. The message behind his words.

“Oh, how you make my heart ache, and in the end it only longs for you. How could a person affect me so much? Come home and hold me, my love, I promise you won’t want to leave,” She finishes reading the long text and after you get your phone back, you bury it deep inside your backpack. 

My teacher calls you to her desk after class, and she tells you to cherish your boy with your whole heart, as it’s evident enough that no couple would be crazy enough to send love poems to each other unless they were truly fond of the other. There was no way you wouldn’t treasure him; You already loved him. And Yoongi. You love them both.

                                     ༻• Later That Day •༺ 

“Tell me what’s happening in front of my eyes isn’t really happening right now.” You huff at your blue-haired prince.

“Oh no, you’ve got it right. He’s really doing it.” He drinks his sweet tea with more vigour, sucking the straw harshly.

“This is pathetic. What does he think he can accomplish by upsetting his partners?” Jimin shrugs at your rhetorical question. Honestly, if you had a whip right now, you wouldn’t mind using it on Yoongi.

He actually has the balls to flirt with a regular female customer, a girl you actually caught making goo-goo eyes at him and trying to get his number every time she orders something. He’s not even shrugging her off anymore, but instead encouraging it. Jimin slams his hands down on the table, as he wipes a spot near you, glaring daggers at his boyfriend.

“Okay, I think I really wanna punish him now.” You were joking before, but the flirting has gotten out of hand as of late. He’s been doing this for two weeks already.

“Good, as it should be. Training continues in your room at 6:00 sharp. Be there and be ready, there’s a lot we have to cover before you dip your toe in the dom puddle.” You raise an eyebrow at his terminology. You knew what a dom was, but didn’t think he was serious. There’s no way that you’d actually take control in the bedroom, right?

Images of Jimin naked and whining beneath you flash in your mind, as you imagine all the different ways you could make him a mess. You’ve heard what Yoongi does to him, but imagining what you could do-that could go anywhere.

“Why do we have to wait?” You find yourself growing bolder as you lean forward, innocently sucking the metal straw that Jimin provided to you earlier when you ordered the mango smoothie.

“What are you suggesting, kitten?” You laugh at his nickname, before narrowing your eyes at your incredibly sexy boyfriend.

“Bathroom.” You continue sucking the straw, innocently sipping your drink before getting up and walking to the restroom. 

After 5 minutes of waiting, you hear the door open, and heavy footsteps. They were much too heavy to be a woman, for sure.

“Baby!” He hisses right outside of your stall, signaling you to grab him and pull him in.

“I checked. It’s empty. No one can disturb us anyways, not unless they see two pairs of feet underneath.”

“Oh, I have an easy solution to that,” He folds his arms across his chest. “Kneel,” You listen to him, happy to follow his orders like a mindless kitten. “Go ahead, suck.” He has his phone in one hand, recording you as you take him into your mouth.

“Remember who’s boss, baby? You said I’d learn how to be a dom.” He groans lightly as you suck his length, slightly squeezing his testes as well with your free hands.

“Alright. Show me what you’ve got.” His eyes are clouded with lust as he watches you swallow his precum, but you do eventually get you fill, instead opting to let his semen spill to the floor.

“Should I just prep you right here? Finger that beautiful asshole so that Yoongi can fuck you later?” Jimin groans at the thought, and you do too, imagining how his cock would bounce in your face as your older boyfriend fucked him carnally. “Ohhh, look at you taking my fingers. So, so, pretty Jiminie. Hear that? This is what good dick sounds like.” Your panties are drenched, you’re leaking through. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say you were on your period.

“F-fuck me good Y/N.” You smirk, pinching his scrotum, making him shriek in urgency.

“Sorry, bad boys don’t get to cum.” You continue rubbing his shaft, a sloshing sound resounding through the bathroom walls as you give him a moist handjob. He tries his best to stay quiet, with a few whimpers escaping his lips.

“Please, Y/N. I need to cum, please I can’t hold in!” He whines wantonly as you continue pumping his dick, letting his erection peak to the highest point before rubbing him out during his climax. He gets so loud that he has to cover his own mouth with his small hands.

You go on for several minutes after that, or what feels like an eternity, laughing maniacally as Jimin squirts and cums for you. You just did that! You made him feel so good he came.

After you let his cum spill to the floor, you stand up, tucking his dick back into his pants before licking your fingers clean of the savory juices Jimin left behind.

You both wash your hands in the sink and leave the bathroom in turns, so it won’t raise any suspicion.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” Jimin gives you a quick peck on the cheek before running off to the counter to grab another order.

“So, I’m guessing you guys spent his entire break together?” Jin asks, wiping your table for the hundredth time again.

“Yes, Jin. We were just talking about the birds.” Jin glares at you, obviously not believing your lie.

“And the bees, I assume?” You clap your hands together, laughing as you sip your mango juice. “It’s no laughing matter for a girl your age. You’re already with two men who are closer to my age than your age. And I’m 27!” You roll your eyes, ignoring him as you get your daily lecture again.

“Jin, you know Jimin and Yoongi are only like 3 or 4 years older than me. And I’m already more mature than lots of girls my age. You can also save the bedroom talk, I know my limits and what I’m comfortable with. I know it’s not the most conventional agreement, but I feel safe with both of them. They treat me like a princess even though I don’t deserve it.” You tell him with a small smile on your face.

“Hm, you really love them, don’t you?” You nod, humming as Jin walks away. “While you’re here, why don’t you help out with these boxes? Just move them to the alleyway. They’re all rotten fruit.” You cringe at that, as Jin hands you a stack of two huge boxes.

“Alright. But if I get mugged I’ll sue you.” You get around to the alleyway, surprised to see that there’s no one there and you actually had a moment of peace without incident.

You weren’t expecting anything anyways, as you know this town is very safe and there’s not much criminal activity happening in this neck of the woods. You were too focused on everything going on in your mind, so in case there was an actual threat, you wouldn’t be too phased.

“Done, now when do I get paid?” You dust your hands, looking up at your boyfriends’ boss. Jin just gives you his signature smile and blows a kiss at you before turning to his office.

“Look, how about I just let you drink for free? For a month?” You nod, folding your arms as you notice the picture on Jin’s desk, a family photo of Jin with a woman. 

“Sounds good, hey who’s this?” You ask, pointing at the frame.

“That was my wife. She passed away three years ago…” You suddenly feel like a jerk.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m gonna get going now, it was nice seeing you again, Jin.” You smile sadly at the man before leaving your boys to wrap up with their work. They’ll be taking a leave for a week anyways, so they’re just trying to make this week count.

You know that’s probably why Yoongi was being so friendly with most of the female customers. You hadn’t seen him flirt with any other men apart from Jimin, but he did talk to a lot of girls. Then again, the girls probably approached him themselves. 

You try pushing the thoughts out of your head, as you know your ultimate goal is to have angry sex with Yoongi over the fact that he’d been flirting with other people in front of you and Jimin. You channel the anger through your body, as Jimin later presents himself to you that evening, with thoughts of only awakening the lustful dominant inside of you. 

“Here are my prized positions, please take good care of me, kitten.” You shake your head, smirking at him as he gives you his box of toys to use on him.

“Want me to ride you, baby?” You ask him as he groans in pain, his bulge painfully tightening in his pants. You can see the area around his pants, the tiny wet spot around his tip. 

“I’d love that, kitten,” You shed your clothes, before working on Jimin’s pants first. After the pants come off, you work on his shirt. Both articles of clothing go flying to the ground before the final layer, which is his boxers. The precum stringing from the head of his cock glisten as you gather a good portion of it onto your fingers before slathering it on your stomach. You lick the remaining juices from your fingers before placing both of your legs on either side of him. Jimin is excited. His dick seems to inflate a little as you sit down on him. “Look at you, being ruined by my cock. You aren’t gonna let it control you today, are you kitten?” You shake your head, panting slightly as you struggle to focus on what you were doing.

“I own this cock, got it? This cock is mine!” You finally start moving, making Jimin groan beneath you as he appreciates how much your boobs bounce in his face and how he can see everything as you move on top of him.

“Oh gosh, I’m gonna cum.” You gasp before quickly climbing off him and you resorted to using your mouth to finish the job.

“Um, why did you just stop when you were close?” Jimin asks. You gesture to his unprotected penis.

“You weren’t wearing a condom. I couldn’t let you cum in me and risk getting preggers. I watched Glee, I know all of the downsides.” Your boyfriend just huffs impatiently.

“I could’ve pulled out, but it seems that now I came once but you haven’t cum at all.”

“Jim, who’s in charge?” Your boyfriend is taken aback by the new name you gave him. He just sighs before turning his head to you and looking at you directly in the eyes.

“You are.”

“Great, glad we’re on the same page. Get on your stomach, babe. I wanna peg you.”

“What?!” Jimin’s eyes widen as you grab the lube from your desk drawer.

“Do you not want to do it tonight? I need to practice so Yoongi can-wait, are you telling me that you’re a top?” He blushes before running his hands through his pretty blue hair.

“We’re switches. Although, when we’re alone, hyung is more dominant in nature.” You gasp in awe as Jimin reveals this new information to you.

“That’s great, we’ll make him beg by the end of next week, I’m sure of it. But Jim, I do have a plan for how we go about it…” You quietly adjust the straps of your harness before slathering the dildo with lube. This is softer, so the texture feels like skin.

“Oh gosh, Y/N!” You hum as Jimin makes all kinds of cute noises, mostly from suffocation and feeling smothered. You take a break in between because Jimin declares it ‘too much,’ and after getting a drink of water you presume to prep him gently, so you don’t tear him apart.

Before you know it, just from the stimulation of your fingers on the base of his cock and the fingers in his hole, your man is coming undone, moaning, whining, cursing, begging-all of those things while you pump him with your right hand, as fast as possible. Seeing Jimin come on his stomach was the hottest thing you’ve seen in a long time. You really needed to see that.

“Kitten, wanna cum with me? You made me cum so many times already…” You nod, your face red from excitement. The lewd thoughts just make it worse.

“Jiminie, can we...69?” You ask shyly, but your boyfriend is more than happy to oblige.

“Sure, baby.”

                                            ༻• Night •༺ 

Yoongi gets home late only because Jin had some trouble with the cash register. He wasn’t feeling well as of late, but there was no explanation for his unexplained sadness. He had everything he needed in life, along with two amazing partners. So why was he feeling this way? He knows it’s normal for people to feel down sometimes. 

It’s hard for people to be happy all the time, especially when there’s a lot of stress in the environment. Now Yoongi has to prepare to deal with the “break-up” since you and Jimin will share the honor of being in an arranged marriage. Well, it’s more like a trick love-marriage. If your father catches you in bed with the wrong man, there’s no telling what he could do from there.

Yoongi just needs you and Jimin to get married to save you both. Jimin gets to reconnect with his parents who cast their son out because he got a boyfriend, and you would be free from awkward marriage dinners with strangers. Oh, and your father would leave you alone because he’d consider you as “Jimin’s property.” 

He knows the type of person he is. He’s dealt with the same type of parents many times over. His family wasn’t even willing to accept him even though he told them he wasn’t completely gay but didn’t agree to being labeled “straight” either.

Now look at you all, everyone is happy together and that’s the way Yoongi wants it to be. Even if he has to be in the background. For your happiness, he would do anything. For you and Jimin.

As he’s about to open the door, a text from your mother catches him off-guard. She was texting that she gets to come home earlier today, so she can spend time with you three and get to know your boyfriends better. Uh-oh, this is bad.

He shuts the door behind him before running upstairs, to look for you and Jimin. Yoongi bursts down the door with force only to find you and Jimin NOT watching iCarly together on Netflix.

“Oh God, I’m sorry!” He shields his eyes, turning around so you could cover up a little bit. Nothing he hasn’t seen before, but he didn’t want to be a pervert. Even though you’d be fine with him looking. He still wants to ask for consent. 

You change quickly, Jimin still panting and recovering from his last orgasm. He almost passed out from how good you were with your tongue.

“You can look, you know?” You and Jimin day in sync. The two of you share a look that Yoongi knew was the type of look reserved for two special people. You’ve already bonded, without him. It’s a good thing, even if it kills Yoongi that he's trying to earn extra money so in case you and Jimin do get caught with the plan, you would have a safety net to catch you when you fall and help you up. 

Yoongi didn’t inform you or Jimin of this, but recently, he’s been opting for extra hours just to save up money. He’s also been spending some of that money on new equipment to make his producing process a bit easier, but apart from that, he has a large amount of money in his bank account. At least, it’s big in his eyes. He never had much, but now he finally has a reason to do more with his life. 

You and Jimin constantly inspire him to make songs all the time, and without realizing it, you’ve changed him for the better.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. But that’s not why I’m here, your mom is coming home, and she wants to spend time with us, since we’re your boyfriends!” Yoongi panics and you find it endearing how the man you once thought to be cold and unkind to now be so comfortable around you that he speaks his mind.

“Thank goodness you walked in when you did, Jimin was about to pass out on top of me.” 

“Wait, you bottom for her?” You look back at Jimin to see his reaction. He gawks at his blond boyfriend in shock.

“Yeah, I mean haven’t you seen how she gets when she’s dominant? It’s sexy as hell.” You can’t understand what they’re saying anymore because they are speaking in Korean.

“Oh, I see. Wait until the roles are reversed, I’m sure our kitten will be mewling for you to stop once she feels your lips.” Jimin glances over at you quickly before looking back at his boyfriend.

“Hyung, in case you haven’t noticed, we’ve already done plenty alone.” Your prince-like boyfriend combs his hair to one side, making you giggle as you see Yoongi turn bright pink like a piglet.

“I can see that. Kitten, are you up for a date when we go up to the cabin?” You bite your lip, glancing nervously towards Jimin as he gets dressed with his back to you and looking at Yoongi as he waits patiently for your answer. You were planning to spend time with the two of them, but you know that maintaining the individual relationships with your partners are just as important as the group dynamic. You’ve also been naturally closer with Jimin, as he was your best friend first.

Yoongi deserves a break, and you know that he’s probably noticed that you and Jimin have been spending a lot more time together while he’s been working hard. The vacation is actually for Yoongi, but he doesn’t know that, yet.

“Sure. When do you want to go out?” You ask.

“Hmmm, what about tomorrow? I get off work around 4 tomorrow, so we’ll have a lot of time to spend after that.” 

“Sounds like a plan.” You both share a small smile before Jimin interrupts the moment with applause.

“Great! While you guys do that, I’ll be out learning choreography. I need to keep up with my peers from the institute.”

“Wait, you went to a dance school?” Jimin gasps at the realization that he never told you about his dance classes during high school.

“Yep, I was at the top of my class,” Jimin quickly changes the subject. “Anyways, enough about me, you guys need to plan for your date!” He quickly runs out into the hallway, in his boxer shorts with the rest of his clothes in hand, as you uncover yourself and give Yoongi a quick peek before scrambling to find some clean clothes that don’t smell like sex.

“Boys, I assume you know what this meeting is about?” Your mom clasps her hands together on her lap as she basically murders your boyfriends with her eyes.

“I know it’s a weird arrangement, but we both really like your daughter.” Yoongi is the first to speak up, and you find it sweet that he can open up to your mother, since he wasn’t the most socially adept back when you first met him. You assume that’s because you changed him, you and Jimin made him crawl out of his shell and explore the world a bit more. This was mostly good but bad at the same time because he was much better at communicating, and instead of scowling at people or giving them a blank stare, he actually smiles a lot more and makes more eye contact.

Maybe that’s just the jealousy talking, but you genuinely feel that it’s better for Yoongi, in the long run.

“I’ve known you guys for six months now, and in judging you personally, I can tell that you both have excellent characters. You will make her happy, and hopefully someday you three can be more serious.”

“Hey mom, I needed to ask you something about that.” Your boyfriends glance at you anxiously as you ask your mom. “When is dad coming home?” You bite your bottom lip as you do when you get nervous.

“Hmmm, he said he would be gone for half a year. He’ll be back by October, why?” You scratch your head.

“Can’t a girl wonder when her daddy’ll come home?” You don’t even bother looking at your boyfriends as you can tell exactly what their expressions are.

Once your mother is done interrogating your partners, Jimin creeps down the hallway and sneaks into your room.

“Where’s Yoongi?” You ask, as he kisses your collarbone.

“Asleep.” You stop him.

“Look, we left him out earlier so I feel kinda bad. I don’t think we should do any more stuff tonight. We can continue tomorrow.” Jimin’s a gentleman, so he wouldn’t push your boundaries. He just backs away from you and he flops down on your bed.

“You think I’m good...right?”

“What?” Jimin’s sudden words throw you off guard.

“I’m not bad at sex, am I?” 

“Jimin, where did you get that idea? Of course you’re amazing in bed, I’m just not in the mood tonight. Besides, my mom’s home.” You sit down next to him, stroking his right arm.

“Thanks. Sometimes I feel like I need validation. My confidence isn’t all what I chalked it up to be.” You just let out a long sigh. You can relate to him, in what happened with Jungkook and Jasmine. Your friendship actually made you lose trust in those closest to you. You were partially afraid of opening up to Jimin in the beginning too, but after you cried it out with him, you felt even closer to him than the people you knew practically your entire life.

Jimin is just easy to get along with, and you know that’s partially the reason why you were able to open up to him so quickly. Considering, yes you were only about three months into your romantic relationship, you needed someone to latch onto. Jimin was still the best friend you ever had, and you learned quickly that this was what a healthy friendship was like. 

Unlike Jungkook and Jasmine, Jimin would listen to you, and he’d give you advice about your problems. In turn, you listened to him, just as you had with your past friends. There was something different from the other interactions you had, because it was a take and give type situation. 

You weren’t just taking, though. You were applying yourself, and improving who you were as a person. This is what a friendship should be like. Even though you’re dating, it feels comfortable and familiar. You’ve learned not to depend on people as much, only when you need to. Unlike anything you’ve seen in the past, the dynamics of Jimin and Yoongi’s relationship is so free, they don’t pester the other to tell them everything.

Secrets are important in a relationship; That’s another thing you’ve picked up. Obviously you aren’t going to lie, but you feel like you have a safety net.

“Sorry. It’s just hard to always live up to society’s expectations of me.” Everything clicks for you with Jimin’s words. You quickly stand up, blood rushing to your head as you do, making you fall back just as fast. Jimin catches you, luckily, and lowers you down onto the mattress.

“We’re not getting married.” You put your foot down, catching your boyfriend off guard.

“Wh-what do you mean?” You simply stare up at your boyfriend, eyes filled with hope.

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Love struck pt.2😩😩😩 pls if ur not busy

Lovestruck Part 2

Pairings: Beefy Bucky x reader

Word Count: 1,410

Summary: You and Bucky just can’t seem to get enough of each other and you really have to remember to thank Sam for the little prank he pulled! haha ;)

Author’s Note: I combined this with the delicious request from @lollypop-lam , just more fun for Bucky and the reader after Sam’s prank! 

Warnings: Filthy SMUT and some fun, but most smutty fun (18+ eyes only please ;)

It was probably one of the best nights of your life, Bucky had said he wanted to thank Sam for his little prank, and you were thinking you would have to do the same. Bucky spent the rest of the night bringing you pleasure like you had never known, he was attentive and gentle at times but also took control when he sensed that was what you wanted. You hoped to spend the rest of your life having nights like this but you knew you would have to take it one day at a time, you had only just gotten together, even though it happened with a bang, literally.

The morning arrived sooner than expected and you found yourself impossibly tangled with Bucky’s naked body and something very hard pressing into your stomach. You carefully shifted, trying not to wake him in your pursuit of water and the bathroom but a deep voice spoke before you got up, “morning, doll, where are you off to so quickly,” Bucky asked. You place a kiss to his hand and say, “I’m just going to go grab some water and use the bathroom, I promise I’ll be right back,” slipping from his arms and strolling over to the kitchen naked,  hearing a growl from the bed, “grab me a glass of water too, please,” he says before sitting up.

You both meet in the bathroom, Bucky standing in all his naked glory while brushing his teeth. He smirks at you through a mouthful of toothpaste and as you go to grab your own toothbrush you catch a glimpse of his cock, sporting some beautiful morning wood, “see something you like, y/n,” he croons , finishing up and pressing himself against your back as you wash up. You moan at the feel of his muscular chest and warm body, cock pressing into your ass and wetness to gather between your legs.

He reaches around to caress your breasts, delicately tugging on your hardened nipples, making it very difficult for you to concentrate on your task, “I can’t wait to get you back to bed, doll, I’ve been dreaming of burying my cock in your pussy all night,” he whispers against your ear.

You quickly finish brushing your teeth and rinse your face, getting no relief from the cool water, your body flushed and hot all over. You go to turn around, wanting to kiss and taste him but he pins you against the counter as you both watch your reflection in the mirror, “I’m gonna fuck you right now, baby, so you can watch how beautiful you are when I make you cum,” he says, kneading your breasts as he places kisses along your neck and shoulders.

Keeping one hand on your breast, he brings his metal hand down to your pussy, running a cool finger through your soaking folds, “so wet for me, doll, I love that I do this to you,” he says before sinking a finger in to his knuckle. He pumps it in and out and you can’t help pushing your ass harder into this cock, the feel of it causing you to clench around his finger. He continues fucking you with his finger, adding two more before pressing his thumb against your clit, the pressure making your knees weak, thankful that he is holding you up.

Between his one hand on your breast and the other working in and out of your pussy, you’re seconds away from cumming on his fingers but he pulls them out just before, licking them clean as you watch in the mirror, “you taste so sweet baby girl,”” he whispers in your ear as he lines his cock up with your entrance. He pushes in deliciously slow, loving how your body stretches to accommodate him and bottoms out, gripping your hips and keeping you still for a moment before pulling all the way out and slamming back in.

You cry out at the feel of his cock dragging against your slick walls, still tender from last night but the feeling euphoric as he sets the perfect rhythm and you know you won’t last much longer. He brings his metal hand back to your pussy, rubbing your swollen and sensitive clit and it’s too much, your back arches and you start to clamp around his cock, “keep those eyes open, baby, I want you to watch how I make you cum on my cock,” he whispers as your orgasm crashes over you in waves.

Your pussy tightening around his cock has him ruthlessly pounding into you, his hot cum filling you up as you now watch him come undone, sweat beading on his forehead and the look on his face so beautiful, “fuck, y/n, I can’t get enough of you,” he says, eyes locking with yours in the mirror.

He finally pulls out of you, the look in his eyes almost predatory as he watches his cum drip down your leg, and growls “I’m not done with you yet, baby doll, think you can go for one more ride.” You can’t help the grin that spreads across your face as you turn around and grab his still hard cock in your hand, rubbing your mixed juices along his length, “I’d love to go for a ride, baby,” you whisper against his lips.

He kisses you hard, removing your hand and throwing your legs around his waist as he brings you to the bed, sitting down with you in his lap. Your knees are planted on either side of his legs, his cock sitting right where you want it as you rock your hips and grind your pussy along it, never tiring of how good he feels.

He positions you above his cock, clutching your hips and slamming you down, the whole time his eyes on you, “you’re so beautiful, y/n, just watching you bounce on my cock makes me want to cum over and over again,” he pants, chest flushed and sweaty. You run your hands up his arms and down his chest, the feel of his hard muscles fueling you toward your finish, your breasts bouncing with each thrust and you both watch as you continuously impale yourself on his cock.

“I want you to cum for me, baby,” he says, eyes dark as he watches your body shiver and explode in pleasure as you drench his cock with your wetness. “Fuck yes,” he yells out as he once again fills you up, his cock pulsing inside you.

You slump onto his chest, breathing heavily and feeling completely satiated, body pliant as he gently lifts you off him and goes to get a warm towel and clean you both up. He lays down next to you and pulls you onto his chest, holding you close and running his fingers along your back, “I’m starving,” you blurt out, much to his amusement. “Actually, I am too, we definitely worked up an appetite,” he laughs, squeezing your sides, “let’s go grab some food!”

You wobble into the common room kitchen a few minutes later, legs unsteady and body deliciously sore and tell Bucky, “I really hope Tony has pizza, I need something extra cheesy,” smiling as you make your way to the fridge. Just as you open the door you hear several sets of footsteps, turning around to find Wanda and Nat standing at the island, grinning wickedly. Nat speaks first, “did I hear you say you want pizza, y/n,” and you raise an eyebrow, wondering where this was going, “well guess what, we just ordered two so why don’t you come back to my room and we can stuff our face and you can tell us why you’re walking funny,” she says, giggles bursting from them both.

You glance over at Bucky who is smiling fondly as he watches and before you can give the girls an answer they rush over and each grab an arm, effectively pulling you down the hallway despite your protests. “You’re going to tell us every dirty detail, y/n and we’ll give you all the pizza you want,” Wanda lightheartedly demands and Nat yells down the hall to Bucky, “don’t worry, Buck, we’ll have her back to you in no time and with renewed energy for the next few rounds.” You love the sound of Bucky’s laughter as it follows you down the hall before you disappear into the room with the girls, so ready for some pizza and dishing.

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Baby? (Yagi Toshinori)

Anon:could you do one where all might finds out his girlfriend/fiance is pregnant even though they thought she would never be able to have children? 👉👈

How dare you hit me in the feels Anon...I love you

...This had to be a joke...right?

Those two pink lines had to be some mistake, a sick joke from the 10% chance of inaccuracy from the pregnancy test clutched tightly in your shaking hands, breath coming out in shaky puffs just from looking at the dreaded plastic stick.

Why did the universe enjoyed torturing you and Toshi so much?

After years and years of trying, of taking overwhelmingly nasty home remedies, fertility treatments and going from clinic to clinic, you and your then boyfriend had given up on the dream of having a child together after the last medical check-up, hearing the news from the doctor together with that damned look full of pity on her face didn't help the situation one bit the moment she gave you the diagnosis.

"I'm really sorry to be the bearer of such disheartening news, but based on the results...It's highly unlikely you'll manage to conceive a child..."

That was five years ago, and each and every single time you stumbled upon the children's section at stores that heaviness inside would always come back, each time more painful than the last one in cruel mockery.

So...Why did you let Midnight talk you into taking this cursed test into the first place after seeing you rushing to the bathroom to empty the contents of your stomach for the third time that week, considering that by this point the answer would be more than obvious and you knew it better than anyone?

"What does the test say Y/N?" Nemuri's voice could was heard from the other side of the door, she could hear you pacing back and forth through the small room.

"It's says it's a god damn joke!" She could hear you yelling, if anyone came in the small bathroom they'd quickly notice how much you were trembling, tears dangerously close to come out from all the emotions growing inside of you at the same time...along with the small life inside of you.

If there's really something, or rather someone growing in there...

"Are you serious?!" Midnight yelled out in excitement and opened the door, but her expression faltered a bit when she saw you sitting in the toilet while glaring at the test in your hands with a look of doubt.

Both fear and happiness radiated off your whole being, happy at the idea of finally being able to become a parent alongside your now fiance, but you were also afraid it was only a false alarm, you knew the possible outcome that would come should this be just some fake hope. Toshi and you would definitely be devastated, it was already hard enough the fist time you got the news that having a baby would be nearly impossible...so if this was just a mistake you weren't sure if the both of you could take it.

"I'm scared Midnight..." Your hands grasped your head stressfully, afraid this was just a dream or some sick joke "What if it's just a false alarm? I don't think Toshi and I will be able to handle it..."

She quickly crouched down in front of your nervous self, hands caressing your shoulders comfortingly, she knows how sensitive this subject really was for both you and Yagi, so it's natural for you to be so afraid of stepping inside another clinic just to be let down once again. Pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration the only thing left to do was face this current situation and see what happens, dwelling in fear won't give you the answer you're looking for.

"I may not understand how you're feeling right now, but I'll assure you everything's going to be alright...besides, think about it from this perspective" She stood up in front of you with a smile "Isn't it a coincidence that you guys are finally going to be a happy little family after he retired?"

...Midnight had a good point, why did this happen right after Toshi officially retired as the symbol of peace and Number One hero? Maybe it was some kind of signal, telling you this was the perfect time to bring a little one to this world, the small flicker of hope inside you kept growing and growing, reassuring you everything would be fine.

You were not aware your hand was caressing the spot where the little one was growing, not until the thought of giving Toshi the news came to mind, a smile crept upon your face at the idea of telling him that before he'd realize there would be somebody around calling him "Papa", probably wearing one of his characteristics hero Onesie.

The fit of giggles that came out couldn't be contained, the mental image of a mini Toshi stumbling around the house as they struggled to follow their father around the house was too cute to handle, and Nerumi knew just what you were thinking just by looking at your face.

"I need to surprise him, would you help me plan something?" She smiled brightly by your question.

"Thought you'd never ask!"

..........

......

...

Yagi Toshinori came home with exhaustion running though his whole body after today's training session with class 1-A and his training with Midoriya, in that moment his one and only desire was to die into bed to have a well deserved rest and possibly spend some time with his lovely Y/N before delving into the land of dreams.

Especially after he barely had time so see you that morning because of the stomach bug you apparently caught most likely due to the takeout ordered from that new place, he'd have to make sure to send a complain if by any chance his fiance's condition happened to get worse.

"I am home!" His voice came out mixed with a soft laughter, ever amused by the little call you always enjoyed to hear every time he came home, living together was quite an adventure, something full of excitement, happiness and joy, it was something that you wouldn't change for anything in the world.

"I am in the kitchen!" You call back with enthusiasm, there's something that has you in a good mood it seems, considering you're not waiting for him in the living room reading that book you love so much with that look of serenity that always manages to put him in a good mood even with all the current events, it's something worth adoring that could make even the most stoic of persons remember we're just humans after all.

Despite the exhaustion coursing thought every inch of his body Toshinori make his way to the kitchen in a steady yet slow pace, nothing but curiosity driving each step, thoughts deep in wonder...what exactly happened that has you in such a euphoric mood? Not that he doesn't like it, but today there's something else boosting that happy mood.

Stepping inside the kitchen he's met with an unusual sight, in the first place there's a small pastel yellow gift bag sitting on top of the table, and you're sitting on the other side of the table, chin resting over your hands which are resting over the wooden surface, there's such a bright smile on your face it could illuminate even the darkest of nights, it's been a while since the last time he saw you smiling that brightly.

The last time he saw that kind of smile was probably when he proposed two years ago.

"Welcome home Toshi! How did class go today?" You asked cheerfully, a glint in those E/C colored eyes hinted for an incoming surprise, a big one by the looks of it so he played along with it to see just what kind of stuff you were going to pull out.

"Hard as usual, those kids are going to become some of the greatest heroes the world has ever seen" Yagi pulled out the chair in front of you and took a seat "Young Midoriya's improving greatly as well...if only she could see his improvement as well..."

His voice dropped quickly and it was so easy to figure out why exactly, after all he told you everything about Nana and the history with All for One, it was clear as water talking about this would always be a sensitive subject for Yagi.

You were quick to comfort him, standing up and softly wrapping your arms around his shoulders from behind "I'm sure Nana's watching everything from above...and even though we were unable to meet each other, I can assure you that she's proud of you and Midoriya"

Yagi's hands caressed your own and gripped it back carefully, it was his own way of thanking his love for being there for him despite everything that's happened so far, that's the very reason that made Yagi make up his mind the day he proposed, that's why he wanted you alongside him for whatever time he had left on earth.

"But enough of that, you have a surprise I do not want to ruin with my pessimist mood, what got my dear fiance in such a good mood?" He turns around in his spot to take a good look at your face, despite the recent conversation that smile is still there and doesn't seem to go away.

Pecking Yagi on the cheek before releasing him from the hug, the first thing you did was grab the gift bag in front of him before shaking it with enthusiasm, the sight was almost like watching a child getting riled up about their birthday present and was enough to make Yagi release a full fledged laugh at the way his fiance behaved.

"I got a surprise for you! And trust me when I say you did NOT see this coming!"

You hand him the bag before rushing for the phone to get his reaction on camera, it leaves him wary at first thinking it must be a prank, but on the other hand this good mood you're in it's more than enough proof it's something important.

"Should I expect something jumping at my face?" He chuckles.

"Just open your gift and take a look for yourself!" Your giggles are contagious, and with that motivation Yagi caves in and sticks his hand inside the bag, the ruffling inside riles up his curiosity tenfold when your literally start vibrating in excitement.

A few seconds later he finally pulls out a small pair of white baby shoes from the bag, they're small enough to fit a newborn and look even smaller when he's holding them in both hands, he just stares at them quietly for a while, there's not a bit of sound in the kitchen asides from your guy's breathing and the sounds outside from traffic and people passing by.

"What's this?" He can't help but ask, thinking is some game or something.

"They're shoes you dummy" You say from behind the camera, awaiting for his answer.

"I know what they are Y/N, but why did you buy this? They're small enough to fit a--" Yagi freezes on the spot, once he connects the dots his head whips around in you direction with wide eyes like a deer caught in the headlights.

"You're not joking...right?"

You shake you head with a smile, but before Yagi can say anything else you interrupt him.

"Look inside the bag, there's something else in there"

He rapidly starts rummaging through the bag and finds a white envelope that's quickly ripped open in a rush to get the paper inside it, his eyes quickly scan the contents of the letter before he turns back to look at you.

"This isn't a joke...right?" He asks you once again before looking back and forth between you and the papers in hand, practically shaking from everything he's feeling in that moment, it's actually a surprise to the both of you he hasn't started coughing up blood from the shock.

He stands up so quickly the chair scrapes against the titled floor, making a high pitched, ear splitting screech that neither of you seemed to mind, too distracted by the news to pay attention to anything else currently going on.

"Are you really...Are we really having a baby?!" He's standing in front of you, and the hope in his eyes makes it impossible to hold it in anymore.

"Yes! We're finally going to be parents!" You almost want to jump from happiness, but knowing Yagi he'd probably give you an earful before telling you to be careful, if the way he's constantly dotting over Midoriya isn't already proof enough.

Yagi quickly hugs you, strongly but carefully not to hurt you or the small life growing inside of you, he's only known about it for less than a few minutes and he's already being extremely careful with you.

"How long...?" He can't even speak properly, too close to tears and his voice comes out hoarse from how much he wants to cry in that instant.

"Four weeks, turns out the little one was the one responsible for the stomach ache, not the takeout" You laughed "I seriously hope you didn't send a complain"

"Who, me?" He pulls back, hands up in the air "No way!"

Good thing he forgot to call the restaurant in the midst of the whole surprise...

"Do you realize what this means?" Yagi quickly changes the subject, a glint in his eyes that can only mean one thing.

"We need to prepare the nursery asap!!"

"Oh my god Toshi, we still have 9 months to do so!"

"Nonsense, It's never too early, the quicker the better! Wait until young Midoriya finds out!"

"Should we get him an 'Honorary big brother' T-shirt?"

"Yes! And don't forget about the wedding! Should we do it before or after the baby's born?"

"Careful Toshi, Midoriya finally rubbed off on you"

This was going to be so much fun.

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[evanbvckley]

SUMMARY: When Maddie organizes a game night for the firefam and their partners, things between Buck and Eddie change quickly. Nothing a hot shower can't resolve.

FANDOM: 9-1-1 (TV)

RELATIONSHIP: Evan Buckley / Eddie Diaz

WORDS: 3.6k.

First attempt at writing after years, well.... look at what the homosexuals have done to me! [READ ON AO3]

Full story under the cut. 

That kiss was a joke, right? Buck could not explain it, but he has never felt that way in a long time. He kept thinking about that kiss with Eddie.

It was an “adult” game night at the 118, and of course, everyone invited their partners: Chimney brought Maddie, Bobby brought Athena, who wasn’t that convinced about that whole thing but agreed after knowing there would have been wine to make things more tolerable, and Hen brought Karen. The only ones left were Buck and Eddie, who were paired together just for the game, making Maddie laugh for almost fifteen minutes at her brother’s expression. They were not a couple, but it was just a night between friends – however, it was strange being the only couple who was not actually a couple at the table. The game became more intense when Maddie, playing truth or dare, dared every couple to kiss for a minute. Hen and Karen did it without hesitation, and after them it was the turn of Bobby and Athena, helped by a glass of good red wine.

“Your turn, Buck,” Maddie said just after having kissed Chimney, smiling as she stared at Buck and Eddie, both red in their faces. Buck was trying to kill her with his look.

“I’m not gonna kiss Eddie for a whole minute. No way.” He protested, still sitting at the table but wanting to disappear from Earth as Eddie, beside him, became more and more silent. Both just wanted to skip that turn, but at the same time they both knew no one there would ever let them do it.

“You have to do it, Buck. It’s the game.” Chimney supported Maddie as always, and just like that he was on Buck’s blacklist too. They were never gonna get invited to anything again.

“It’s not fair, you’re all together. We are not a couple.” Buck kept fighting against the rules and against his own new family, while Eddie was trying not to explode from embarrassment in front of everyone.

“It’s only a game, you don’t have to get married after this!” Hen laughed, followed by Athena and Karen, both drunker than what they would have ever admitted. It was their way to tolerate all of that: wine made things easier, even for Eddie. As a matter of fact, it was Eddie who started it: he chugged down a glass of wine in a few seconds before taking Buck’s head in his hands, whispering a stressed “fuck” as he turned the friend towards him and kissed him. One minute, it was only one minute.

The most intense silence fell in the room: Maddie and Chimney smiled, Athena almost choked herself with an olive as Bobby looked away, while Hen and Karen stared at both of them, interested and entertained. It was the most entertaining thing of the night, after all.

Sure, it was only one minute, but many things can happen in one minute. Eddie closed his eyes just before kissing Buck, who almost stood up and ran away, but it took only a few moments to get used to Eddie’s lips over his mouth. After ten seconds, Buck relaxed his muscles. After thirty seconds, he lifted his arms to put his hand over Eddie’s shoulders. After fifty seconds he was so into that kiss that he almost opened his mouth to get his tongue out.

“One minute!” Interrupted Chimney, with some complaints coming from both Athena and Hen.

“See? It wasn’t that difficult. Good job, brother.” Maddie was kind of involved with all of that, she just waited for the right moment to pull off that card to make everyone kiss, especially his brother and Eddie. She found so frustrating seeing them so close yet so far, every single day. Yes, that game night was just an excuse to bring those two together and with the expert help of Chimney, it finally happened. And it was even better than they thought it would be. Buck was red as the firetruck, Eddie was so quiet as if he weren’t really there.

“I have to go.” Buck did not add anything else, he just walked away from the table and called sick for a few days the next morning.

—

After an entire week had passed, Buck’s mind is still stuck on that kiss, on the feeling of Eddie’s lips over his and how he almost tried to get out his tongue to make that kiss more carnal. What the hell was I thinking? is quite literally the only thought inside Buck’s mind every time he thinks about Eddie, and everything reminds him of that kiss since everything, apparently, reminds him of Eddie Diaz, the hot firefighter who started as an enemy – a rivalry who lasted less than a day.

After just one kiss, Edmundo Diaz was the only thing Evan Buckley was able to think about.

Eddie’s situation is not much better after all: he realized he had kissed Evan with so much passion only a few days later, and he can only think about Buck too.

Buck returned to work after those so-called “sick” days, completely ignoring Eddie and every question about him, even though they had to work together. It was much easier doing that than acknowledge what he had felt during that kiss and what he was still feeling at that moment, just thinking about it.

Having to work with the person you are trying to avoid does not make things easy, and Buck was about to realize it as he went in the showers of the 118. Most of his coworkers have already gone away, but not one in particular, not the one Buck is trying so hard to ignore: Eddie.

“Good job today,” says Eddie, trying to be kind and putting everything in the past like nothing ever happened between the two of them. But he can’t resist. “Listen, Buck, about that—”

“Shut up. I don’t want to talk about it.” Buck shushes him without even raising his eyes. He gets undressed, hops in the shower without saying anything more but his silence does not last that long. “Why did you grab my head to kiss me? They were about to give up and move on. But you kissed me.” now Buck is really looking at Eddie, into his eyes, as if it was an interrogation.

“It was a game. A joke.” Lies. As much as Buck, Eddie knows it wasn’t only a joke: there was something else, something deeper and more powerful. “We’re still friends, right?” he keeps on lying.

“Yeah, right.” a cutting answer leaves Buck’s mouth. Despite his attempts at ignoring him, his eyes keep glaring at Eddie’s body as the water runs down Eddie’s muscular body. Both of them become quiet, but at the same time, they are thinking about the other: especially here, naked, in the shower, with the hands that reach their penis, imagining their “friend” doing the same.

Buck had enough of that: he steps out of his shower only to reach Eddie’s spot, opening the opaque shower door and whispering “My turn” before going in, grabbing Eddie’s face just in the same way as the man did it at game night, kissing him again. Eddie, surprising even himself, kisses back almost immediately, arching his back but staying away from Buck’s wet naked body.

“What did that mean, Buck?” asks Eddie, after the other stopped the kiss. Buck was standing right in front of him, embarrassed – What the fuck did I do? We’re naked! – but knowing that his heart was in the right place and that Eddie owned it.

“I— I don’t know! I can’t stop thinking about that kiss! It was a joke, right? Why did you kiss me? Why everyone wanted us to kiss?”

“It wasn’t a joke, Buck.” Eddie lets out a long sigh, looking at Buck blurting words out without thinking. “It was a kiss, I think your sister made the whole game night up just for that. I have no actual evidence, but I’m pretty sure of that.” he laughs, and Buck immediately calms down a little.

“You think so?” Maddie was behind all of that? Impossible.

“Yeah. But you kissed me again after avoiding me for an entire week. Why?” not that Eddie did not like it, he actually liked it even more than the kiss during the game. Buck is direct, passionate, his kisses make Eddie euphoric, and now he wants to know the reason behind that second kiss.

“I wanted to. I kept thinking about you, your kiss, your lips… and I couldn’t resist any longer.”  letting all of that out is like lifting a weight off his chest, he finally admitted his feelings, but he could not even think about other words to say because Eddie pulled him over to kiss him again. This time, however, he doesn’t stay away from Evan’s body, instead, he just pushes himself over Buck.

“We’re in the showers,” Buck says, gasping for air as he puts his hands on Eddie’s hips.

“I know. But there is basically no one at the 118 right now. Be quiet.” And Buck doesn’t question it.

They kiss again, their bodies rubbing one against the other as their tongues were finally together. Buck turns off the water as he pushes Eddie against the wall, rushing to get a hand inside his hair. He cannot believe they are doing that inside the fire station, but it feels so good he cannot stop at just one kiss.

“Fuck me,” Buck whispers at Eddie’s ear just before biting his earlobe, making Eddie jump and shiver with excitement. Their first time together and they are in a shower, not that romantic and not at all as Eddie had imagined – because yes, he had already thought of that, a million possibilities of having sex with Buck, but the showers of the fire station were never part of his dreams.

“Not so fast.” Eddie laughs, bringing one hand around Buck’s dick to massage it and to feel it growing inside his fingers. Hearing Buck moaning is delightful, and it is even better than everything his mind has ever produced. From his explicit request, Buck melts as soon as Eddie grabs his dick to turn him on: in a span of few seconds, Buck is craving Eddie’s hand and tongue, even his teeth on his body. He wants everything Eddie can give him, and the other is more than happy to please him in every way he can.

Buck is so eager to be fucked that he takes Eddie’s hand over his ass, but Eddie takes things slower: he grabs Buck’s left cheek before switching position and pushing him against the wall, with his back towards him so he can take a look at the ass he’s about to fuck. “Such a pretty view.”

“It’s all yours.” Buck moans, pushing up his ass and searching for Eddie’s cock, which is now stiff and hard just as Buck’s dick. Eddie doesn’t know whether or not Buck has been fucked before, but he doesn’t want to waste time asking that: instead, he gets on his knees in front of his ass and spreads Buck’s cheeks apart to see his hole. Without hesitating he gets his tongue right in the middle, rubbing the tip over his tight opening: it was clear that Buck was never the slutty bottom he was in that moment with him. And he likes that. Buck shivers and moans again, closing his eyes and even his mouth when Eddie interrupts the rimming only to shush him: after all, they are still in a public place, sort of.

Eddie nudges with his tongue inside Buck, just to try things out, and the muffled moan that leaves Buck’s mouth makes him smile. He is doing the right thing and, most importantly, he has not lost his touch after all those years without another body between his hands. After playfully biting his left cheek, Eddie stands up and gets closer to Buck’s body: his hard cock pressed against Buck’s ass, which is almost begging to get pounded at this time. Buck’s eyes confirm that feeling, but he is not ready yet.

“Get on your knees.” Eddie insists and Buck, moaning a complaint, obeys once again. Seeing Eddie’s shaft right in front of his eyes is something else: a long and slightly curved cock, with a red tip and throbbing veins that tempt him. Instinctively, Buck gets his hand around it, looking up at Eddie to have some kind of confirmation, and after a simple look, he starts jerking him off. It is not the first time for Buck to jerk a cock different than the one he has between his legs, but it is the first time with Eddie, and this first time is quite special. Buck licks his lips, preparing his mouth as he gets closer and closer to Eddie.

When Eddie feels Buck’s tongue around his head, he squints his eyes, holding out his arm to get the hand against the wall. He smiles happily and breathes heavily, encouraging Buck as he passes the other hand through his hair.

“You’re not just good at kissing, apparently…” Eddie pushes his hips forward, forcing Buck to take all his length in his mouth. Not easy, but he manages to take it. Buck keeps licking and sucking, swirling his tongue around Eddie’s dick, and lifting his arm to get his hand over Eddie’s pecs. He grabs it, pinching his nipple as he blows him.

“Some more… Get that tongue around it.” Now the only thing Buck can think about is Eddie’s pleasure and the taste of his precum that goes down his throat. Oh, how much he missed that.

Eddie must stop himself from moaning and from thrusting his erection inside Buck’s mouth. Fortunately, it is Buck himself that brings new rhythm to that blowjob, going faster and faster as his saliva drips down from his chin.

“Stop. Stop— Fuck.” Eddie pulls away from Buck’s mouth, who stays right there with his lips open and his tongue out, inviting Eddie to give him his cock again.

“I want more.” Please, he adds in his head.

“You’re so eager.” Eddie laughs, but he nods. Grabbing the base of his cock he rubs his entire length over Buck’s face, slapping his cheeks and then his mouth with it. “Like that?”

“Yes.” Buck keeps trying to catch it with his mouth, but Eddie does not give him any chance. But they are in the shower without any lube or protection, so Buck’s saliva is the best thing he’ll ever get. Eddie grabs firmly Buck’s hair to hold his head and shoves his cock inside his mouth up until the base. His testicles rubbing Buck’s chin.

Eddie keeps a hand over his own mouth to keep himself quiet, he is finally minutes away from fucking Evan and he won’t allow anyone to walk in on them at that moment. “Fuck. Stand up. Now.”

As soon as Buck stands up, Eddie kisses him again to feel his own taste mixed with the other’s saliva.

“Turn around.” Buck was waiting just for that. He presses his face against the wall, spreads his legs, and pushes his hips out. With the help of his hands, then, he spreads his cheeks to show off his pink and almost untouched hole.

With a hand over Buck’s mouth, Eddie rubs his cock between the cheeks, spitting on it himself to get more lube as possible. It was not going to be easy, but he knows Buck can take it.

“Ready?” he pushes the tip against his hole without putting it in.

“Mh–mh.” Buck nods, rubbing his ass over Eddie’s erection. It is bigger than Buck expected, but after all, if he took it all inside his mouth, why wouldn’t he be able to take it up his ass? He is ready.

Slowly, Eddie’s cock slides inside. Buck’s muscles contract around the head even if he knows he has to relax them, but the last time he had a real cock inside him was such a long ago. Eddie makes sure that he is not hurting him, but he carefully keeps going watching every move Buck makes. He is tight, warm, and perfect. After a while, Eddie’s cock is all inside him and Buck can feel Eddie’s testicles against his ass. Both moan simultaneously, Eddie leans over Buck to kiss his shoulder.

“Don’t worry. I’m gonna go slow.”

“Don’t—” Buck takes away Eddie’s hand to talk. “Fuck me for real.” Eddie is not surprised; Buck always wants everything immediately. This time, however, Eddie was not going to roll his eyes and complain: Buck will get what he asks.

He starts with small thrusts to get Buck’s hole used to his cock, but as soon as he feels that there isn’t much resistance from Buck and especially after he sees pleasure taking over Buck’s face, he knows he can start fucking him just as his man asked.

The thrusts get faster and heavier, his hips smash against Buck’s cheeks as both of them try not to moan and scream for pleasure. After all, none of them had sex in a long time. Buck takes his arms back to grabs Eddie to pull him over him so he can kiss him: it is his way to shut himself up, or else he is gonna scream.

Eddie follows him happily, kissing him as he keeps moving in and out of him, feeling his muscles squeezing his cock. He is not gonna last very long as he wants, but he does not care. Having Buck all for himself feels amazing, he finally knows how his hole feels like, how he moans, how his eyes look when he is being fucked: so many questions now finally have an answer.

“Please…” Buck moans as his hand reaches for his erection, stroking himself with the help of Eddie’s thrusts. Eddie cannot hear him begging like this and not pounding him harder: his hands tightly grab Buck’s shoulder, pushing his cock inside his hole that is now used to being spread apart. Buck cannot help but moan harder and harder, and Eddie has to put a hand over his mouth once again: they cannot be seen like this, not when he’s close to breed him.

Buck’s moans die against Eddie’s fingers, that the man starts inserting into his mouth to make him suck them. It feels amazing how Buck’s muscles surround his throbbing dick, and the orgasm gets closer with each thrust.

“I’m gonna fill you up…” Eddie whispers at Buck’s ear, which quivers at the idea, but has something else in mind.

“No. I want to taste you.” With a smirk on his face, Buck turns his head behind as much as he can to make eye contact with his friend, even though it seems strange to call Eddie like that while his dick is hitting his prostate.

“As you wish.” Eddie can feel his pleasure rise each second; his dick is begging him to let the cum fill up Buck’s hole, but he wants to please his colleague. After that, he pulls out. “Get on your knees, fast!” as he jerks off to keep the orgasm coming. Buck obeys and gets his face right under Eddie’s dick, keeping his eyes up so the other man can see how much he loves all of that.

Eddie’s loads hit Buck’s face fast: they are warm, white, and most importantly there is so much cum coming out of that cock that Buck is not sure he could have kept it in his mouth. The first loads hit even Buck’s hair, but when Eddie has finally finished, Buck’s face is covered in cum he keeps licking his lips to catch what he can to taste his load. Eddie stands in front of him, amazed at what Buck can become during sex, but he doesn’t stay frozen, instead, he grabs the base of his cock and uses it to push his own load towards Buck’s mouth, cleaning his face at the same time.

“Fuck, you really like that…” and he likes it too. Eddie gets on his knees too to kiss Buck’s face and lips, tasting his own load from his skin as he gets one hand over Buck’s cock to jerk him off and help him finish.

“Eddie…” Buck moans, shoving his dirty face into Eddie’s shoulders as the man massages his throbbing cock. It doesn’t take long anyway, after less than a minute Buck shoots his thick load that hits Eddie’s body and then the rest slides down Eddie’s hand. Without any hesitation, when Buck has finished Eddie lifts his hand to lick it clean in front of Buck who watches the scene, speechless.

“You taste good,” Eddie says, before kissing him and pushing him against the wall again, even if they are now sitting on the shower floor, he does not want to stop kissing him. Eddie has waited for too long for that, he doesn’t want to waste any minute or any second away from Buck’s perfect body.

“Next time you’ll top.” It is just a whisper that leaves Eddie’s mouth, but Buck is already smiling at the idea: one of his hand reaches Eddie’s ass to grab his cheek, but Eddie immediately slaps his hand. “I said next time. Now, you’re mine.”

What started as a game night evolved in some rough, enticing and heated sex between two so-called ‘friends’ that now are probably more than just that. It is with a soft kiss, especially compared to everything they have done until that moment, that Eddie stands up and gets Buck to stand up as well. A new shower starts, but this time they are in the same spot, helping the other with soap and of course teasing each other. After all, it was only the first of many showers together.

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fragments of what used to be - h.s

You just want one more night with him 

Wordcount: 3.5K // angst angst and ANGST

A/N: I wrote it all in one night and I’m in pain. I don’t know what happen but I was in the mood for some sad shit and well... I wrote some sad shit. I haven’t proofread that carefully so I apologize for errors! I’m not sure if i’ll write like a part two or just keep it as it is... we’ll see! Enjoy!

Everyone kept telling you that it would get easier. That you’d soon forget all about him and come out stronger. You were going to find someone else; someone better. They all just kept telling you that he wasn’t the one. That you simply weren’t meant to be and it would be okay. The heartache was going to fade away with time.

But whoever said time healed a broken heart was lying.

You weren't getting stronger. Nothing was getting easier or better. If anything your heart only broke a little bit more every day you woke up without him. Your sheets no longer smelled like him and your mornings just weren’t the same without him. In your dreams he was still with you but as soon as you woke up you were once again reminded of your new reality. You were alone and his side of the bed was cold and untouched.  

He wasn’t with you anymore, and yet he was still everywhere.

You couldn’t escape him no matter how hard you tried. It was impossible. His face haunted you, reminding you just how broken your heart was and how much you missed him. He was on TV doing promo every night. He was on every magazine stand when you went out to get some shopping done. His songs were on the radio when you got in your car. Adverts for his new album were everywhere.

Harry was everywhere.

And there was a time, not too long ago, when you didn’t mind seeing Harry everywhere. A time when your whole body almost exploded with pride and awe when you saw him on TV or heard his music on the radio. Harry was charming, humble and kind. He had the biggest heart out of anyone you knew. You adored him and he had your heart in his hand as soon as your first date was over. 

Somehow though along the way you lost each other; you lost him. He was gone, touring the world, while you were still home in London because you had a life of your own and couldn’t just leave everything behind. You visited him when you could and the two of you made it work at first. The distance between you only made your heart beat twice as much when you finally saw him again.

The problem was that you didn’t always make it work.

Different time zones made you miss each other’s calls and his busy schedule sometimes made it impossible for him to answer your messages. There were always new rumors and it put a strain on the relationship even if you tried to not pay attention to them. In the end it didn’t matter how many times you made things work; a small part of you were always just breaking. You and Harry were getting smaller while the world around you got bigger. You were losing each other.

You tried to ignore the crack between you. Ignore all the times you fought over the most pointless things and went to bed angry because saying ‘I’m sorry’ just wasn’t enough anymore. You told yourself it was going to get better when his tour ended and you had time to work on your relationship. You loved him too much to let him go. You were going to fight for him and your love.

Except, he let you go before you had the chance.

“I think we should break up.”

It was the sentence you heard over and over again anytime you saw a picture of him or heard his name. The sentence that made you go numb. It made you sick knowing he didn’t want to fight for you like you wanted to fight for him. You were losing him and you couldn’t do anything about it. You were completely powerless as you watched him leave. Every single part of your body was screaming at you to run after him. To stop him. But there was nothing you could really say or do to make him stay or to make it hurt less.

Harry was gone.  

He left you four months ago and your heavy heart was slowly killing you. It was impossible to pretend that you were doing fine. It was pathetic really; after all that time you still weren't over him. All your friends tried to get you to go out with them and keep you occupied, but at the end of the day when they all went home to their own partners you went home to your empty flat and cold bed, and there were no new notifications on your phone. You were alone.

You tried to go on a date, to feel less lonely, but you couldn’t stop comparing everything the guy said or did to Harry. You also tried to have a one night stand but instead of getting that euphoric feeling your whole body just went cold whenever the unfamiliar man kissed you. It all just left you feeling lonelier than you had before.

You had lost your best friend. The person you went to for everything. The person who usually made you feel better was now the reason you were aching. It didn’t feel real, or maybe you just didn’t want it to be real. He had told you he still wanted you to be friends, that he didn’t want to lose you, which at the time you didn’t oppose because at least you’d still have a little bit of his heart if he was your friend.

But as time passed you weren't so sure you could only have him as your friend; to not be allowed to kiss his pink lips whenever you wanted or to never feel his skin slick against yours again as he fucked you into the mattress.

Friends. It wasn’t what you wanted from him. It wasn’t enough to fill the void inside of you. The word made you sick. 

And the worst part? Harry was seemingly doing just fine. At least judging by what you heard from your common friends who still saw him and from everything you found on social media.

Because even though it pained you to be reminded of him every day you couldn’t stop yourself from going online and reading all the latest updates about him and the new album. You were only tormenting yourself more by doing so but you needed to know what he was doing. Needed to know how he was doing.

You’d probably die if someone ever found out about your late night habit of stalking him online. It was something you knew you needed to stop doing, it wasn’t healthy and it certainly wasn’t helping you move on. You just weren't ready yet; not ready to lose that small, tiny, insight into his life that made you feel like you were still a part of it.

You also stared at his number in your phone at least once a day, and tried to not think about how he no longer had a red little heart after his name in your contacts, as you fought back the urge to call and text him. You knew it’d only make things worse if you did. It’d make you more desperate than you already were. Talking to him wouldn’t even be the same. It was better to just let it be. He had left you and you had to accept it.

But a part of you still couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if you reached out. Maybe everything could be alright again if you talked to him, if he just came over and stayed with you one more night.

If he just gave you one more night then maybe you could be alright.

Just one more night.

You ended up getting one more night with him, and the truth slapped you hard in the face.

It was a close friend’s 30th birthday party, a close friend to both you and Harry, and you knew he was going to be there as well. To say you were a nervous wreck that whole week leading up to the party was an understatement. You were after 136 days, 3264 hours, 19 weeks and a lot of tears going to be in the same room as Harry again.

You hadn’t seen him since the break up and maybe you were just naive but a tiny part of you thought, even after all that time apart, that you could convince him to come back. Convince him to have one more night with you.

But the harsh truth was that you had been more than naive to think you could have one more night with Harry.

Because he wasn’t alone when he showed up to the birthday celebrations and it literally knocked the air out of you. Harry had an arm around a tall blonde woman, his hand resting low on her back, and everything became blurry as you saw them. Your friends were saying something around you, asking if you were alright, but your ears were ringing too much to be able to hear anything other than your own beating heart. You wanted to rip it out of your chest to stop it from hurting so much.

Still, you couldn’t take your eyes off him, nor the woman next to him. You knew very well who the stunning blonde was, you were already following the famous model on instagram, and it was truly a slap in the face just how perfect she looked standing next to him. Better than you ever did.

And even though everything was blurry and you had to blink away the tears that were threatening to fall, Harry was still so very clear to you; he stood out from the rest of the guests. Like he always did. His hair was a little longer than the last time you saw him. His beard a little bit scruffier. His skin tanned and glowing almost. He was, as always, breathtaking.

You wanted to go over and wrap your arms around him, nuzzle your nose into his neck and absorb his familiar scent and never let go, but you couldn’t. He wasn’t yours anymore.

Then Harry leaned over to whisper something to the girl next to him and kissed her softly on the cheek with a fond smile on his lips. The same smile he used to give you right before he told you he loved you and kissed you.

Everything inside you was hurting as you watched him and the girl and you needed to sit down somewhere soon before your legs gave up. You were closer to him than you had been in months and he had no idea how much he was breaking you by having his arm wrapped around someone else. How it slowly, painfully, killed what was left of your heart. If only you could swap places with the stunning model before the evening was over. To feel his touch again. 

You wondered briefly if they ever did the same things you used to do with him. The thought nearly killed you. You weren't ready to come to terms with losing him, much less think about him sharing what you two once had with somebody else. You hated how vulnerable the thought of it made you. How powerless it made you feel all over again.

It was also at that moment Harry turned his head to the side and by chance locked eyes with you. The smile on his lips faltered immediately as he saw you staring right at him and the woman next to him. His arm didn’t move though. He kept it around the blonde, still holding her close to his body.

You were seconds away from passing out right there and then in front of everyone at the party. If you had struggled to breath earlier it was nothing compared to how you felt in that moment as Harry’s eyes saw right through you. The level of anxiety running through you was quickly becoming unbearable, leaving you with a lump in your throat and sharp pain in your chest.

Which was why you removed yourself from the situation and more or less ran out of the room, away from Harry’s burning stare. The glass doors that led to the patio shook as you slammed them shut behind you and you were thankful for the loud music playing inside the house so no one heard your escape. You wanted, needed, to be alone. To process what had just happened in peace.

You could feel your blood rushing inside your veins and your stomach turn over heavily, your dinner rising in the back of your throat, despite the fact that you had only had one drink so far. You felt so sick and now when you were outside, away from Harry, your shaky legs finally gave up.

You sank to the ground and hugged your knees close to your chest in an attempt to comfort yourself. It had been over four months since Harry broke up with you, but there was nothing that could've prepared you for the moment you had to see him with someone else. It felt like a part of you had just died and the whole thing was becoming too much. You had really lost him. He had someone else. It was all too real and too much at the same time.

And you couldn’t stop your head from spinning or your heart from racing.

Out of nowhere there was a gentle tap on the glass door behind you and you really shouldn’t have been surprised to see Harry standing there, looking down at you with a sad frown on his face. Of course he followed you. He made a small motion with his hand for you to move a little to the side so he could open the door without making you fall back.

“Hey,” he greeted you as soon as he stepped outside and carefully shut the door behind him, cutting you off from the party happening on the other side.

You didn’t reply. You couldn’t.

It didn’t stop Harry from sitting down next to you though. His leg brushed against yours and your mind instantly swirled with memories of the two of you cuddled up on the couch in your small flat or in various hotel beds across the globe. 

You sat in silence for a long time after that. Harry didn’t say anything after his greeting and you didn’t know what to do with yourself. If you knew him right, which you did after nearly two years together, he was waiting for you to say something or tell him to leave. But being so close to him again after so many weeks apart left you speechless. You could hardly breathe with him next to you, his presence was nearly suffocating you. It physically hurt.

How were you supposed to think of something to say and actually talk to him when you couldn’t even breathe?

You didn’t have to think of anything though.

“How are you?” Harry asked unexpectedly and caught you completely off guard.

And then you almost laughed because what a stupid fucking thing to ask.  

“What do you want H?” you snapped instead because his question also caused a sudden anger to run through you. So sudden you didn’t even realise you had accidentally called him by his nickname -- it was a force of habit. You hardly even had time to realise you had said anything at all.

Harry inhaled sharply as he recognized the aggravation behind your words and shifted uncomfortably next to you.

“I just - I wanted to make sure you were okay,” he gulped.

“Well it’s a bit too late for that,” you sneered back at him as the image of him kissing the blonde woman on the cheek just minutes ago flashed before you.

“Don’t,” Harry began and his deep voice sent shivers through you. “Please, don’t be like this. Please.”

There was something about the way he said ‘please’, twice, that made the anger in you fizzle out all at once. And you hated yourself for being so weak around him. You wanted to be mad at him. You didn’t want him to see how broken you actually were; didn’t want him to know the effect this whole thing had on you.

“What do you want me to say?” you croaked out in a voice that was barely loud enough for him to hear.

“I don’t know,” Harry admitted quietly, his voice matching yours. 

“Because I’m not okay.”

Silence took over again after that.

The tension between you was thick enough for someone to cut through and it was so different from what it used to be. Everything you once were was fading away right in front of you and there was nothing you could do about it. You just wanted it to stop. Your head was spinning with memories of the two of you together, memories from a happier time when Harry only made your heart feel full, and you were trying to hold onto your past so desperately it left you bruised.

“Letting you go was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do,” Harry told you and you had to bite down to choke back a sob.

“Why did you?” Your lips trembled as you spoke and you made the mistake to turn your head to the side and look at him. His face was closer to yours than you expected, so much closer, and you had to take a deep breath to steady yourself. Harry really was the prettiest man you had ever met. Your fingers ached to reach out and caress his cheek, to just feel his skin under your fingertips again.

He was so beautiful.

But it was also in that moment that you realised that you were looking at him in a way that he no longer looked at you. His eyes didn’t devour you in the same way they used to. They didn’t want you like before.

“I had to,” Harry replied with a heavy sigh and your chest was getting so tight it made you dizzy.

“Why?”

Your voice cracked and Harry instinctively raised his hand to brush away the tear that escaped and rolled down your cheek. But you were quick and flinched back before he could touch you, because you weren't sure you’d survive that. It was Harry sitting next to you but it was slowly becoming clear to you that it wasn’t the Harry you were used to. Something had changed.

The man who held your entire heart in his hands no longer wanted it.

“It wasn’t working. You know that,” Harry said softly but it still made your eyes water. “We weren’t happy in the end.”

“I was,” you mumbled and tilted your head back in an attempt to stop more tears from falling. You refused to cry more.

“No, you weren’t.”

“Do you love me?”

Silence.

.

.

.

“I do,” Harry replied and for just a split second everything didn’t feel so hopeless, but it didn’t last long because what he said next made your whole body go numb. “Just not in the way you need me to...  I’m sorry.”

You opened your mouth to say something but nothing was coming out. You were just falling. Drowning. Suffocating under the agonizing waves that pulled you deeper down. And Harry was still talking to you but you couldn’t hear any of the words coming out of his mouth. All you could think about was the fact that it was indeed over between the two of you. His words played over and over again in your head.

He said your name.

Once. Twice. Three times. Until you looked at him.

Your cheeks were wet from all the tears you no longer had any control over. 

“Can you leave now?” you asked him; begged him. You couldn’t be in around him anymore, but you didn’t trust your own legs. He had to leave before you snapped. Harry’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth to say something but, just like you, he was at a loss for words. For the first time he looked as hurt as you were. It didn’t make you feel better though and you just wanted him to leave so, maybe, you could breathe again. “Please.”

Harry stared at you for a few more seconds, taking in your broken appearance, before he cleared his throat and nodded.

“Yeah, of course,” he murmured and you watched as he fumbled to his feet. Panic swept through you as his warmth left your side and a part of you wanted to tell him to stay with you, to never leave you again, but you also knew it was just going to hurt more.

You choked back another sob as he opened the door. He turned around to look at you again and you really wished he hadn’t because it was far too painful to look into his green eyes, knowing that it might be the last time. “Take care of yourself, yeah?”

Then he was gone.

Both from the patio and your life.

And as a sob finally tore from your throat you prayed that everyone else was right; that time would and could salvage what was left of her broken heart.

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[h-sleepingirl]

Scenes from a Hypnotic (Fourteenth) Date

Sitting on the train, staring at a blank page.

Maybe I can't keep writing these. They keep being bastardized, cut up versions of reality because I can't tell the whole story. I don't really know what to do. It is frustrating. It is distressing.

He is destroying me. He is brainwashing me and destroying me. There is less of me and more of him.

It is total euphoric anguish.

That is just about all I can express. More than the hot and intimate parts of all these writings. I feel desperate, like saying, “Please believe me. Please, you have to understand how real and how ultimately bad this is.”

And I don't know if it will ever be enough.

It is everything I've ever wanted. And it's because we are the exact people that we are that we can achieve it.

--

We didn't do a lot of talking on this date.

We didn't do a lot of not trancing on this date.

Also, I bought a ridiculously pornographic cow print bikini outfit, because of course I did, and wore the tiny little top that barely covers my nipples under my dress to go see him -- his first time seeing it in person; a surprise for him to unwrap later.

We even heat up a little over lunch -- the same burger place from a little bit back, the roasted jalapeno and crema burger, still as delicious as I remember. Chatting, catching up, but honestly having a hard time looking him in the eye for too long, eventually surrendering to a low hum of dynamic, conversational trance here and there.

But it is a mostly light conversation. I want to get to the hotel as soon as we can, and I mention that, coyly. He wants that too. I’m staring at the clock the whole time, waiting for when we can check in during our talk.

I don’t remember what we were talking about, but I must say something like, “What kind of girl would I be, then?”

Because he does this thing, idly looking around the restaurant -- “I don’t know…” -- then pointedly, intensely shifts his gaze to me -- “Weak. What kind of girl wears a tiny little cow bikini under her dress to a date?”

I gasp, struck by it, suddenly so incredibly turned on, and then grin a broad smile. So elated that he was able to see and recognize the strings that reveal themselves to attentive eyes with certain shifts of my shoulders. A little private gift to him, one I was so hoping he would pick up on.

We leave for the hotel a few minutes later.

--

World narrowing to just my eyes, the trembling, lidded vision, the warmth of them, the feeling behind them, the teariness. There is something powerful that locks me in to my sense of it.

There are so many tears for the first few hours. Not emotional, just lacrimation from deep trance, the slow, prickling feeling of them leaking out and rolling down my face. Constant. Wet. One of the most tangible, inescapable signs of hypnosis for me.

Later I cry for real. He uses that to show me how much control he has over my emotions and forces it. It is not gentle and sweet and it is not kind. What it is, however, is control, and so even though it feels awful, my body yields fully to it.

--

I remember that time at Charmed a few years back when we finally got our hour alone after years of flirting and teasing and here-and-there scenes. I remember so little from that scene except, so vividly, a moment where he woke me up and I looked around the room and took stock of myself and said, “I think I’m still in trance.”

Bewildered despite years of experiences people only dream of.

He said, “I’d imagine so,” like it was so obvious.

Now, he says, “Everything was a prologue to this,” and I believe him.

--

"I feel like I am laying on a table with my skull open," I breathe to him, shaking and anguished, probably still hypnotized, "and you are touching the deepest parts of my brain..."

I can legitimately feel how much deeper his words are going. It is a specific sensation and it is completely consuming my attention every time he speaks. Perfect little listening and responding toy, in total awed bliss; the kind of awe that strikes fear, the kind of bliss that hinders my function in anything else.

--

"I really did it," he says, explaining patiently, "I really took away your control, just like you've always wanted. And I did it TO you."

Every part of me, every fiber and cell in my brain and body pulls taut and gets flooded with dopamine, with “yes,” with the complete agony of it being true. Even deep, I tense uncontrollably and cry out; it's a pained, raw sound.

--

“I was thinking about it on the drive up,” he says, smiling during a lull, “and I really just wanted to punch you in the face, except not really with my fists, and not really punching you."

Still dazed, I think about how brutal these first few hours have been, and completely understand.

--

I am totally fucked up for dinner; it's a miracle that I can even walk and pretend to be normal to anyone, and I have no baseline for whether or not I'm succeeding. I feel like people are staring, like my soul is exposed to the chilly air; my vision is changed, I feel raw and sensitive, I can't look anyone in the eye.

It is this sheer, real, powerful sense of being under his control. I am barely a person. I am deep in trance and there is nothing I can do about any of it.

--

Extraordinary hotness after dinner: fucking with my gender, milking my cow tits, grinding, making me so dumb, more and more brainwashing.

A deep conversation about who we are and how we feel about each other.

Playing until I am literally falling asleep.

A last cigarette out under the stars.

--

I wake up gently, rolling over in bed to see him sitting on the chair, reading in the morning light. I meow softly, always sort of cat-like as I awake, and he looks over, gets up, crawls back into bed, settling in next to me.

I curl into him, still half asleep, drowsy, and he brings his finger up to press my forehead and says, "Deep."

--

"This is the diner that I brainwashed you in last time," he says, grinning, as we walk in the door.

I am just still so out of it from the morning, I can't do anything but give a weak smile and try to hold my composure as the hostess seats us.

He's right in front of me, and I just can't stay out of trance while looking at him. I take in the whole place, the vividness of it, getting fixated on my coffee cup, the oddly delicate nature of the ceramic and the patterns, struck for a moment just by that one simple thing.

He hypnotizes me mercilessly, so much more than I'm used to in public. I'm used to trancing out with him, I'm used to him fucking with me. But this is beyond.

"Eyes wide," he says, and I realize my eyes have been fluttering, wondering what we look like, but it doesn't matter. He's the only thing that matters. He's controlling my state so easily and so completely and that's what matters.

My vision fades and warps and swirls and the pressure in the back of my head buzzes and tingles and I lose everything. The trance is that complete, that overwhelming.

Everything. Just. Fucking. Gone.

He snaps and I gasp, brought back sharply to reality, and all I can do is stare at him in total disbelief.

"So that's the deepest you’ve ever gone in a diner," he says, merely observing.

How does he always know? How can he always tell exactly where I'm at? He knows me so, so fucking well, so intimately, knowing my trances and everything is like knowing my deepest, most core part of myself.

I just smile, and look at him, quietly.

--

After lunch, we go to the town green and sit on a bench, in a strange sort of privacy; almost no one is here, just the occasional passer-by wandering at the other end.

He turns to me and sticks his finger in my mouth, and despite my discomfort, my concern that someone will walk past us, my brain can't do anything but shut off while I suck, automatically, trained.

It is just constant. He wakes me up only to hypnotize me again. Over and over. Even though we're slowing down, it's just relentless. His finger passing over my eyes. His hands cupping my face and head. His words sinking deep in my head.

Brainwashing and controlling me. I can't say it any more simply, any more expressively. There is no language for it. There are no words. I am exhausted from trying.

Quiet moments just sitting in his arms, looking at each other.

"I'm your MrDream," he says, seriously, "and you're my sleepingirl. And that's really special."

Except of course he doesn't say that. He says our names, which hold so much more power, which enchant me as a representation of who we are to each other, so easy, which tell more of a story than I could write about us in a year, or five, or ten.

--

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Falling For You.

— Chapter 11

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

(Modern High School AU)

Warnings: Swearing, some angst, finally some real Fluff between these two!!

Synopsis: Unlike most teenagers, you had your life completely mapped out. You’d graduate high school, go off to the university of your dreams, and live the life that your parents always wanted you to. That was always the plan.

Falling for Bucky Barnes, however, was never part of that plan.

Being ‘just friends’ isn’t enough. Becoming anything more is too much. But suppressed feelings can’t stay ignored forever, and you were about to learn that a lot sooner than you thought.

A/N: ok so i haven’t been writing as much recently so this has took me so frickin long to finish and i’m sorry!! i think this fic is gonna finish at around 15 chapters?? i’m not so sure yet but there’s still some story to happen after they finally mf kissed so we’ll be exploring that as we go! anyways, please enjoy :)

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“Bucky?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you listening to a word I’m saying?”

The boy was sat on the wooden chair next to you, chin resting in his palm against the table in your dining room. An array of papers spread in front of him, dozens of questions and chemical equations scattered across the sheets, yet his dazed blue eyes were looking at anything but them.

School soon came back around after Val’s party on New Year’s Eve, which was unfortunate for you and Bucky, who had been joint at the hip since that night. Yes, you’d agreed to take things slow, but you’d finally gotten to a point where you didn’t feel the need to pull away from each other, where you could spend all of the time that you wanted together because your feelings were now out in the open, and you didn’t want to end the blissful honeymoon phase any time soon.

The two of you had yet to tell your friends about everything that’d happened; you’d barely even picked up your phone since spending so much time with Bucky. It was comforting in a way, nobody but you and him knowing about it, not feeling any pressure to answer the million questions you knew that Wanda would have, and Bucky not having to deal with all the teasing he’d get from his group of friends. They’d probably figure it out in time, considering you weren’t exactly hiding it at school. Until then, however, you were going to savour the last bit of peace you and Bucky had before the questions rolled in.

The new year had began, the cool January weather making it difficult to leave your home in the morning to get to school, and the dreaded last few weeks before the application deadline for universities had came around too. That was a topic you kept pushing out of your head, though you knew you’d have to face it soon. At the moment, you were focusing on helping Bucky with chemistry, after the teacher had informed him of his low performance in the subject over the first half of the year. Though the boy frankly couldn’t care less, the teacher had told him that if he didn’t pass the next test in class, he’d have compulsory tutoring after school for three days a week, which he definitely did not want to endure. So, who better to ask for help in passing the class than you?

“It’s too hard.” Bucky groaned, slumping in his seat. “This is pointless; I’m never gonna understand this shit.”

You rolled your eyes at his pessimism, nudging him with your foot under the table. “You’re not even looking at the sheet, or listening to me, for that matter. C’mon, Buck, I’m trying here. Can you at least try the first question?”

The boy felt a little bad, you were trying, and he was letting himself daydream like an idiot.

It didn’t mean he couldn’t have some fun with it, though.

“You know,” He started, the smirk pulling at his lips indicating for you to prepare for whatever sarcastic comment was about to leave his mouth. “I think I’d feel a lot more motivated if we made out a little first. Might get my brain workin’ some more.”

The boy had the nerve to lean in, expecting you to follow along with his attempt to try and distract you from tutoring him. Poor kid, he was going to have to try a bit harder than that.

You let his lips get within a couple of inches of yours before you placed your hand flat on his chest, his disappointed pout making your chuckle against his lips. “You’re not smooth, James. Sit your ass back down.”

Plonking back in his seat, Bucky let out a dramatic sigh. “Tease.” He mumbled under his breath, reluctantly picking back up his pen.

“Idiot.” You mimicked his tone.

Not that you’d admit it aloud, but making out with Bucky was something you were definitely missing out on while denying your feelings for him. You’d never kissed someone so passionately before, and it wasn’t long after your first kiss before the two of you had to fully restrain yourselves from taking the making out any further, not wanting to rush into things just yet.

He was a good kisser, you had to hand it to him. Obviously he’d had more experience than you in the past, which made you a little self conscious initially, but Bucky somehow managed to make you feel anything but insecure when he kissed you.

“How am I meant to know what the structure of a diamond is?” His voice brought you from your thoughts.

“You use the textbook that’s an inch away from your hand on the table, that’s how.”

“Sweets, can’t you just tell me the answer?”

“That literally defeats the whole point of me trying to tutor you.”

“Like I said! It’s all pointless.”

“Bucky Barnes, you’re the most frustrating person I’ve ever known.” You stated, narrowing your eyes as the boy laughed.

He took your hands in his, pulling you closer to him. “I think what you meant to say was ‘Bucky Barnes, you’re the hottest person I’ve ever known... and I really wanna make out with you right now’.”

Well, he wasn’t wrong.

You shook your head, biting back a smile. “You don’t give up easily, do you, Buck?”

“Never gave up on you, did I?”

God, he was so annoyingly perfect. With his stupid sarcastic comments and his stubbornness that drove you up the wall, with his fluffy hair and his ‘carved by Lord himself’ bone structure, with his soft lips that you really wanted to kiss. Fuck.

Maybe he gave up way too easily on the chemistry work, but that was beside the point. He never gave up on the things he cared about, and you were lucky enough to be one of them.

“Fucking hell,” You murmured, making Bucky smirk. “Just... just kiss me, Bucky.”

The boy didn’t have to think twice before putting his lips on yours, the euphoric sensation from being so close to him one that you’d never get tired of.

It was safe to say that those chemistry questions weren’t completed that day, but it didn’t matter in that moment. You were savouring every second that you spent with Bucky; you both owed the time to yourselves and each other after hiding your feelings for over a year.

Things with Bucky really seemed to be looking up, and you couldn’t imagine that anything could get in the way of the two of you, not after everything you’d been through to get to where you were now.

Unfortunately, things weren’t going to be such smooth-sailing for much longer.

* * *

The revving outside of your front door caused you to audibly groan. That damn fucking bike.

You didn’t even have to open the door to know that Bucky was sitting outside on his motorcycle, waiting for you to come outside and plant a kiss on his lips, not having a single care in the world.

Apparently, he didn’t seem to care that you hated the bike. Hated.

The last time you’d ridden on the back of his bike was when you visited him at the auto-shop after your mild dispute, and he drove you home where he ended up having dinner and watching Grease with you.

Oh, how times had changed.

Bucky would never put you in a dangerous situation, you knew that, but riding on the back of his bike was basically asking to leave God’s earth early in your eyes.

With a sigh, you tugged on a pair of ankle boots and hiked your bag on your shoulders, before making your way out of the front door.

Bucky had hopped off the bike as you walked towards him, the evident reluctance in your expression causing him to scoff. The idiot knew you hated the bike, but that didn’t stop him from trying to help you get over your irrational fear. Well, he thought it was irrational, you thought it was perfectly normal.

“You’re hurting her feelings, you know.” The boy stroked the seat of the bike, a mocking frown on his lips. “Lookin’ at her like that every time I pull up on her.”

So the bike was a her now. “If you’re so concerned about her feelings, then why don’t you date her instead?”

Bucky smirked, stepping towards you. “Do I sense some jealously, sweets?”

“No.” You answered firmly. “I’m sensing something, though. I think it’s... someone being an asshole.”

“Jesus Christ.” He let out a breathy laugh, slinging an arm over your shoulder and directing you over to the bike. He grabbed his helmet off the handles and passed it to you. “As long as you’re wearing this, you’ll be fine.”

You raised your brow, eyeing the bike for a second helmet, which didn’t seem to be around. “Okay, well where’s your helmet?”

Before he could even finish the sheepish shrug he was giving you, your hands began gripping your helmet in frustration. This guy still hadn’t bought another stupid helmet for when he made you ride his bike with him. “James Buchanan, if we crash and you die-”

“Sweets.” He warned, a stupid smile on his lips. What did he find funny about this? You’re were shitting yourself thinking about getting on his bike and he was smiling. Reassuringly, he pressed a kiss to your temple. “Stop freaking yourself out and get on the bike, please.”

“Promise you’ll get a helmet for next time?” You uttered, beginning to slide the helmet on your head. He was lucky that he was undeniably cute, otherwise he’d be having a lonesome ride to school that morning.

“Cross my heart.” Bucky grinned in satisfaction, fastening the strap under your chin and then holding your hand to help you swing your leg over the bike.

Once Bucky had sat in front of you and started up the engine again, you circled your arms tightly around his waist and pressed your cheek against the cool leather of his jacket.

Again, Bucky Barnes was the most frustrating person you’d ever known, but you wouldn’t have him any other way.

* * *

“Miss (Y/L/N), can I speak with you for a moment?”

A pit began to build in your stomach as you approached your teacher’s desk, eventually being the only student left in the room after everyone had left to head home.

Mr Pym looked up from his computer as you stood awkwardly a few feet away from him, knowing what he wanted to talk to you about.

College.

The word alone caused goosebumps to rise on your arms and your smile to drop. Not because you didn’t want to go to college, of course you did, that’s why you’d worked so hard in high school. However, which college you were going to was a whole other story.

Your application was ready to be sent off, but you hadn’t had the courage to actually send it anywhere before the new year.

“The deadline for submitting college applications is in three days, and it’s come to my attention that you haven’t submitted yours yet.” The chemistry teacher stated, a furrow in his brows. “You are planning on applying, aren’t you? You have a lot of potential, (Y/N), I wouldn’t want to see it go to waste.”

“Yes, of course I am.” You nodded nervously. “I’m just not sure where to apply, that’s all.”

You weren’t sure how your parents would react if you didn’t apply to Harvard, that was the issue.

Sure, you could submit an application to Harvard to make them happy, because you didn’t have to go if you didn’t want to. But if they found out you sent out applications to places other than their previous Harvard University? Well, that just wouldn’t go down smoothly.

Your father wasn’t even the issue here - he didn’t mind which college you went to. Your mother on the other hand... you’d already heard her opinion on the situation enough times.

Mr Pym continued speaking, suggesting a few places he thought would fit you for your subject choice, and while you appreciated his concern, your mind couldn’t help but drift off to your mother. You had to talk to her, at least once more about college. It had to be made firm to her that you weren’t applying to Harvard, and that you wouldn’t be working for their company after you graduated. She couldn’t have that control over you anymore, and you had to at least try and make her understand that. She was still your mom, you still cared about her, even if she didn’t exactly reciprocate the feeling.

You just wanted her to be proud of you, but at this rate, it didn’t seem like that was ever going to happen.

The teacher eventually let you go, and with a weak smile, you thanked him and proceeded to leave the room, and then proceeded to almost crap yourself as you walked directly into Bucky standing outside of the classroom.

A low chuckle left his lips as you placed a hand over your chest; he definitely enjoyed scaring the shit out of you like that.

“You’re an ass.” You murmured, but still leaned into him as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

“I was just waitin’ for you.” He rolled his eyes, but the amused expression faded from his face as the smile you gave him didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Is everything okay? What’d Mr Pym want?”

“He was asking about my plans for college.” Your gaze dropped to the ground. “I haven’t submitted an application anywhere yet.”

“You’ve still got time though, right? Are you still thinking about going to Colombia?”

You had mentioned to Bucky about applying to Colombia. It was an Ivy League school in Manhattan, only a short distance away from your home in Brooklyn. Really, there was no reason for you not to apply to go there. It wasn’t exactly a secret that Bucky was hoping you’d apply to Colombia too, because if you moving to a new state for college could possible put a strain on your relationship, then that was the last thing he wanted.

“Yeah, it’s the only place I can really see myself at. I, uh... I think I need to call my mom today though. Tell her once and for all that I’m not going to Harvard.”

Unease flashed in the boy’s eyes. He’d only ever had one experience of your mother’s wrath, but it was something that even he was afraid to witness again. “D’you want me to be there with you? Just for moral support?”

You shook your head, heart warming at his concern as you eventually approached the school gates. “Thanks, but I’ll be fine, Buck. You should get home, and for the love of God, please do some studying.”

The grin creeping back onto Bucky’s lips eased your anxiety slightly. “I’m not going to college, I don’t need to worry about studying.”

“Bucky,” You sighed, shrugging his arm off your shoulder with an eye roll. “That’s a terrible mindset to have.”

Bucky had never planned on continuing his education, the thought of doing so alone made his brain ache. It wasn’t that he wasn’t smart, because you knew that he was, he frankly just didn’t care. Working full-time at the auto-shop, living in a small place in Brooklyn, and being around the people he loved was all that he wanted for the future.

And now that he had you, his future was looking pretty promising.

“Just let me know how it goes with your mom, alright? Then I might consider whipping up some flash cards.”

“But I literally bought you your own set of highlighters to try and motivate you! And coloured pens, and-”

“Alright, alright.” Bucky let out a laugh. He’d found it cute when he entered your dining room one day to see three new packets of pens sprawled out across the table, an excited smile on your lips as you watched him use them for the first time when making notes on organic chemistry. He had to admit, the colours did make studying more bearable. “I’ll make the prettiest flash cards you’ll have ever seen, I promise.”

“They won’t be as pretty as mine, but I’ll appreciate the effort.” You smirked as the boy scoffed before tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and kissing your forehead, a gesture you’d gotten so used to from him over the past couple of weeks that you weren’t sure how you went for over a year without it.

With a reluctant goodbye, you watched Bucky head towards the parking lot over to his bike, and you hesitantly picked your phone out of your pocket. There was no point in wasting time worrying about the inevitable; if you were going to call your mother, you had to do it as soon as possible.

Your thumb hovered over the ‘call’ button next to your mother’s contact, and with a deep exhale, you hit it and pressed the phone to your ear, beginning what might’ve been the worst walk home of your life.

“(Y/N)?” Your mom’s voice sounded through the speak monotonously.

“Mom.” You swallowed. “Look, I know we haven’t spoken since the last time we saw each other-”

“Since you accused me of not caring for my own daughter.” She interrupted bitterly. You had to admit, you were harsh during your argument back before Christmas, but could she really blame you for feeling that way? “I’m surprised you even called again, I thought you wanted nothing to do with us.”

“Well, I thought the same of you. Were you planning on calling me?”

“As a matter of fact, yes.” The woman stated. However, she didn’t exactly sound like she wanted to make amends, so you weren’t quite sure what she actually wanted to talk about. “You wouldn’t talk about it then, but we are discussing it now whether you want to or not. College, (Y/N).”

“That’s... what I was calling to talk about.” Well, here goes nothing... “I want to go to Colombia, Mom, and I know you’re not going to like that but... you don’t have to. You don’t have to pay my tuition, I’ll get a loan and I can keep living at home and you don’t have to have anything to do with me if you don’t want to. I’m not calling to ask for your permission to not go to Harvard; I’m just asking for you to be happy for me, or to at least accept that this is my decision to make.”

There was a few moments of silence, before you heard a deep sigh through the speaker. “We’re selling the house, (Y/N).”

“...what?”

“The plan has always been for you to go to Harvard, and when you did, your father and I were going to sell the house in Brooklyn and move across the country to expand the company’s clientele.”

You stopped in your tracks, clutching your phone so tightly in frustration that your knuckles ached. “Y-you can’t just sell our home, Mom.”

“We already have a buyer, they’re ready to take the house as soon as possible. There’s no point in keeping it if it won’t be if use-”

“But it will be, I can still live there if I go to Colombia-”

“You’re not going to Colombia.”

Jesus fucking Christ. Every time you talked to your mother about college, you swore you lost a thousand brain cells. Well, if she was selling the house, then that was fine. You could live on campus, and then your parents wouldn’t have to worry about you at all, which is clearly what they wanted.

“If I want to apply there, then you can’t stop me.” You bit down on your cheek, awaiting her response.

“And then what are your plans? To graduate with a business degree? To work for the company?”

“That’s not what I want.”

“Then what do you want?”

You bit down even harder, your voice coming out in a timid manner. “...I don’t know.”

“Exactly.” You could tell by your mother’s voice that she was speaking through gritted teeth. “(Y/N), I know what’s best for you. I wouldn’t be so adamant on you going to Harvard and working for us if I didn’t think it was the best plan for you. You have a secure place working at one of the most lucrative companies in the country, do you know how many people would kill to be in your position?

Listen, if you choose to go to Colombia, then we’re... we are done with you, because we have not worked this hard to give you the promise of a successful life for you to selfishly cut us off and do your own thing. You’re right, this is your decision to make, and you’re choosing between making your parents proud of you, or being a disappointment.”

Before you could even begin to come up with a response, the line went dead.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, you felt your eyes gloss over, blurring your vision of passing by cars and pedestrians walking towards and away from you.

You shoved your phone back into your pocket, wrapping your hands around the straps of your bag tightly as you continued your walk home, your pace considerably faster than before. Head lowered, eyes blinking away some of the tears and prompting the release of others down your cheeks, hands never moving from your bag straps to wipe them away as you continued pace quickly to the home you wouldn’t have for much longer.

Yes, your parents were selfish. From a young age, you’d known that your education and future contribution to their company was their priority over anything else concerning you. But you thought when it came down to it, when the time came that you had the power to choose the future that you wanted, that perhaps they’d support you, their daughter. Instead, they were selling your childhood home for money to put towards a new house in God knows where, forcing you to have to find a new place to live, ideally the student accomadation of the university you desperately didn’t want to go to.

It hurt - you couldn’t lie to yourself and say that it didn’t. You thought the constant suppression of your emotions had made you numb to the feeling, but hearing your own mother call you a disappointment for only wanting to choose a path that made you happy... it really fucking stung.

As soon as the front door clicked shut, you let out a heavy sob, throwing your school bag to the ground next to the bottom of the staircase.

You hated that it hurt so much. All your life, you just wanted your parents to be proud of you. To get good grades, go to the university of your dreams, and allow them to feel accomplished knowing that their daughter was successful in the life that she wanted.

Before Bucky, before Wanda, before high school completely, you only really had your parents. Making friends in middle school was hard when you were a certified nerd in the eyes of your peers. While those of your age put you down for being smart, your parents praised you for it, and that was more important to you than the occasional crap you got from your classmates.

If going to Harvard meant you could feel that again, the praise, if it meant your could see the pride in your mom and dad’s eyes at your graduation ceremony, if it meant that you had your family back, would it really be so terrible to go there?

But Brooklyn was your home. Bucky was your home. After everything you’d been through to finally be able to feel freely for each other, you couldn’t just jet off to Massachusetts and risk it all.

Another choked out sob slipped from your lips as you climbed the stars, and hot tears dampened the fresh sheets as you fell on top of your bed with a strained sigh.

Everything was supposed to be better after you opened up to Bucky, everything was supposed to start working.

It seemed that luck just wasn’t on your side when you needed it most.

* * *

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What loving the zodiac signs is going to feel like:

♈️ARIES: Wild, but far from wrong. Destructive but far from hurtful. Unique but far from dangerous. Like living in the flames of a burning fire that dances between the thick sheets of darkness, with a force so invincible and so powerful. So divine you’ll feel like kissing God himself when you’re actually healing the Devil.

♉️TAURUS: Luxury exists only where there is hard-work and a colosal amount of passion driven by the madness that love is. And that madness, that drop of pure craziness it’s what keeps people glued to reality. Down to earth. Protected. Fought for. Wanted. You’ll literally feel the luxury behind these harmonious gifts and the effect of a powerful yet almost weithtless feeling of scented, amorous touch of kindness.

♊️GEMINI: A tailor is someone whose job is to repair, make or adjust clothes. But feeling the pinch of a needle going right through your veins, with an electricity so shocking, stitching all the holes in your soul with such a gentle touch, it’s not a tailor’s job anymore but a lovers. And stitich after stitch, you’ll finally realize why lovers are said to become one, in the end. Melted into a harmony so bright and melodious. Hopeful. Reborn. Happy. And most importantly, understood.

♋️CANCER: Like those golden mornings, scented by a sweet, innocent parfume, with birds chiriping in your ears. Like the touch of a light, silk fabric on your naked warm skin. Protected by the Gods. Adored by the angels. Carried by the soft hands of the refreshing wind and drunken by the thick liquid of happiness. Cared of.

♌️LEO: You know those afternoons you used to spend in the park with your friends,laughing and climbing on trees. Having a good time. Feeling youthful and totally unstoppable. This is a feeling only a special, curious and adventurous person can provide for somebody. And being able to be that somebody who can taste the sweet, savory fruit of childhood over and over again is truly a blessing.

♍️VIRGO: Empowered by an invincible force of intelligence is somekind of power anyone is looking for. And being able to feel it while laying down next to a warm body who provides comfort and security is not even called luck but more of a gift the Universe decided to prize you with. You’ll feel glorious. Like someone who won the trophy they waited for their entire lives. Thrilled by the soft happiness you found through the glasses of normality.

♎️LIBRA: Captive in the arms of absolute freedom is not captivity at all. You’ll feel harmony, beauty and pure rivers of love grow from within the core of your heart and soul, blooming shy grins on your lips while affection colors the pupils of your never ending passion for life. Fruitful. Perfect. Bathed into small, cold drops of rain, washing away all your sorrows.

♏️SCORPIO: Like in your everyday life, you’ll feel sparks of intimidation, anxiety or anger. But sparks fly, and flying they’ll slowly transform into glowing flames of passion. A passion so honest and so aggresive it will drive you insane. And losing sanity is, sometimes, a blessing. A harsh detachment from reality that is going to lead your way into a candle-lit cave where passion and errotic love collide, creating a sphere of perfection that can barely be described by words.

♐️SAGITTARIUS: A compliment can make someone blush, a joke can make someone laugh so hard their face might turn red and an adventure might color the entire universe and life conception of an individual in just a matter of a few minutes. With them, you’ll feel inspired, entertained and like an outcast living with your other half, far away in space while laughing at everyone and their pathetic, boring fates. You’ll feel special, somehow like that one perfect story-teller you always wanted to become when you would be fat and old.

♑️CAPRICORN: Being a black sheep is not always something bad and in this case, it is far from being a flaw. Standing out from the crowd while fitting into the patterns of such a hilariuos human being is absolutely extraordinary. You’ll feel like a lucky charm, carried around like something made by God’s hands. Precious. Watched by a knight in shining armor who is willing to sacrifice their perfect minds and blinding futures for a feeling as beautiful as this.

♒️AQUARIUS: Alice had to fall to get to Wonderland, but once she did so, she found herself in a world where everything and anything was possible. And falling IN LOVE with the out-of-the-ordinary, rebellious and revolutionary Aquarius won’t be far from what Alice experienced in Wonderland. You’ll truly feel like you’re broken from whatever the term of “ordinary” even means. Bathed in sweet dreams from head to toe with two arms as soft as the wings of a butterfly wrapped around your torso, drawing swirls of hope on your body and sticking amused grins on your lips. You’ll feel irreplaceable.

♓️PISCES: There’s nothing like a specific word to describe the euphoric perfection you’ll feel while loving this specific individual as it will be completely different from what you initially expected. But if I should compare it to something I would probably choose the expression “on cloud nine”. You’ll feel a unique energy, a calming breeze of fresh air in your life, the smell of new begginings and a precious state of happiness while drowning into the sweet nothings they whisper into your ear while your eyes are closed, dreaming of another world, another hope but never another love because there’s truly nothing more beautiful that the love they provide. Calming. Soft. Sweet. Truly incredible.

~~~

Source: astrologers-cloud-club

[misha-moose-dean-burger-lover]

Strawberry Icecream.

Dean misses Cas.

Well, sue him for having feelings about his very awesome boyfriend, who is currently living out his highschool dream in Washington, interning at the frigging White House. 'They're very lucky to have you', Dean had said, sincerely, to a very white-faced Castiel, in a student blazer. 'I just hope they let you come back home, when you're done'. And the latter had smiled, in spite of himself, and planted a chaste kiss on Dean's lips.

That was the last time he'd been kissed in the past six weeks. Not the longest span of all time, but it sure feels like an eternity.

It's not just the feeling of lips on his; that shared softness, the sweet ecstasy of such intimacy. The shuffling closer and the teasing apart, the hums of pleasure and all the infinite sparks everywhere. It's not just Cas's kisses he misses. It's Cas.

It's all of him. It's the morning snark, and the having someone to surprise with coffee in bed. It's the checking-in at lunch - they obviously still do that, but those bastards give him only enough of a break to text, and the going shopping for groceries, almost daily, (Cas would have said, it's because they're both really bad at shopping, and also have a tendency to speed-eat through everything, if they've got the stuff at home.) It's the dinners - it's not nearly the same thing, when you're the only one snickering at the sitcoms, through a mouthful of pizza. And it's the going to sleep, together, and wrapped around in all the most perfect ways.

Fuck, Dean misses Cas so much, it hurts.

He hates that he wasn't able to join him in the capital - since bunking twelve weeks off a year, is the kind of dumb thing Dean would've done for someone like Cas, but wasn't allowed to, because that's who Cas is. The sonuvabitch had rolled his eyes in a partial reprimand, when Dean had hinted at it. 'Oh, Dean'. He'd said, in that beautiful fucking voice of his. 'I'm going to be back so soon to ruin that bachelor's life you'll get used to again; you have no idea'.

Well, to hell with that. Dean had learned to dig the committed scene now, okay? He didn't like living alone in their apartment, any more than he liked sleeping all up on Cas's side - trying to bury himself and fit in the impressions on the mattress.

It was a weird life he lived.

He didn't even have any pending deadlines, for a huge fucking change, because most months of college when Cas is around is spent regretting all of his life choices - times when Cas is right there, so warm and delicious and amazing, and Dean has a stupid essay due Monday so he can't join him in bed.

Without too many things to do, but drag himself to every class he's taking, literally everyday - he's this sort of unbelievably punctual these days, which makes no dense - he has way too much time to long.

Dean curses silently at himself at his own trail of thought - a rather sad, long monologue, indeed - and especially his choice of words. Makes him sound like a war widow for Christ's sake, and his man is just a few states over. Kicking ass, for the US government - among other, more boring stuff he has to do.

And that's usually where he stops thinking. It's where he picks himself up from the couch, and sits at his desk with a Mechanics textbook instead - or somedays, it's where he goes over to his neighbor's, to simply hang. Charlie Bradbury recently moved in across the hallway. A complete dork, of the kind to battle his stupid brother - but incredible at taking his mind off of other things. (It was impossible to be discussing Star Wars ships with her while missing Cas.)

But today, he does something different. Instead of shoving his loneliness away, and adding it to the pile of feelings he has built his throne on - read, is sitting on presently - he picks up his phone. Unlocks the screen to Baby staring back at him with blaring, truly picturesque headlights that is Dean's wallpaper - and clicks around till he has opened his chat with Cas.

The last thing they'd been talking about was how Cas's deskmate listens to a lot of Korean music, and he's kind of falling for BTS himself - Dean had asked him, perfectly serious, if he needed to show up at his workplace, to serenade him with Led Zepp as drastic times call for drastic measures, and Cas had sent a laughing-with-tears emoji and added, that he was sure Dean would enjoy them too, and that he'd definitely make Dean listen to it when he got back. The only unread message he had, was a song rec, which Dean rolled his eyes at. The only way he was going to "fall" for a modern-day boyband ever, is if Cas was right by his side, telling him to do it.

Dean's thumbs click-clacked on his phone keyboard until he'd typed it out.

I miss you.

But who was he kidding? He wasn't going to send that. Or say that. At least, that wasn't what he was going to lead with. The reluctance was half-ways Dean's internal hesitation, for unexplainable reasons, and also knowledge of the fact that such a blatant confession would tell Cas just how devastated Dean was, on this end, and he'd probably fly back the next day to check on him. The thought brought a random pricking sensation in his eyes, but he ignored it.

He erased that.

>>> hey, what are you up to?

He hadn't expected an instant response, so he immediately leaped when he got one. A smile, brighter than any that'd made it to his face today, showed up at the pleasant surprise, that Cas was around his phone and probably available to text.

<<< nothing much. got home ten minutes ago.

To read 'home' in any context, than to talk about their apartment with him in it, here at Stanford university - was all sorts of revolting, but he swallowed his first reaction.

>>> half day? did you have food??

<<< yes, to both.

Dean thought of what to say next, miserable because he was bad at this - dammit, conversations always flowed when Cas was in front of him, but he'd never been good at texting - but thankfully, Cas went on.

Dean sighed, softly. Imagining that gave him another smile.

<<< hey, guess what I'm up to?

>>> nothing much.

He pinched his brows together, as he squinted. Would Cas be able to hear him tease, from his words alone? He must, right? Unlike him, Cas was always a good texter. 'Emoticons', he'd just vaguely justify it.

<<< what I'm up to NOW, is smiling

<<< but I'm also getting something to eat. What do you think I'm having?

Dean bit his lip, thinking about it. It's probably like four, in the afternoon, because he's only been wallowing in his misery for an hour before he's texting Cas. That's like a couple hours after lunch for Cas, which means this is probably a late dessert.

That makes sense.

>>> pie?

But then, he thinks about it, and how Cas loves potatoes enough to have them for most meals these days. And he used to frown over Dean and burgers, while gorging on his new love, the world's unhealthiest vegetable, first thing since he got out of sight.

>>> does it involve potatoes?

He sends in, last minute. But perhaps Cas was already typing out his answer, because his message hasn't even been read when he receives another message.

<<< STRAWBERRY ICE-CREAM WITH CHOCOLATE SAUCE BECAUSE I AM A CRIMINAL OF MANKIND

Dean takes one look at that, and is suddenly collapsing on the couch in a fit of laughs. He melts spontaneously, and his phone falls on the carpet, as he bends over, laughing. He can't help it, the image is just too perfect.

Cas yelling those words, at the top of his lungs - that's what all-caps mean, right? - in his deep, gorgeous baritone - looking all rebellious about the last part, just like he can be some days. That ridiculously adorable scrunched-up nose, and that stubbornly jutted-out chin with a defensive glare, which is also meant to stand it's ground in a fight, and just -

It's too perfect.

He imagines Cas in front of him, and he imagines that everything is perfect again - he's right there, and he's pouring his stupid chocolate syrup over a bowl of pink ice creams plentifully, all the while being smug because he's basically breaking societal norms, and just being so fucking proud of himself with that tiny smirk and the pout he'd have, and his -

Fuck, it's hard to even think about it, without getting a goddamn attack about how much he misses Cas.

<<< Dean??

<<< This is the part where you tell me that if that's a crime, you wanna share that cell with me ;)

Dean is pretty sure that in that moment, he dies. He can almost feel the moment his spirit leaves his body, because he's frozen for a full minute - stunned by the amount of love he has in him. His heart is brimming over with emotions, and every string in there is screaming for Cas, in the name of love.

He's known he loves Cas for months now, but he's never fallen so hard for someone.

Yet it only makes sense, in fucking leaps and bounds, that it's Cas. Who breaks all those limits. Who turns Dean into mush, who breaks all his limits, who owns every square inch of Dean and his heart, and who just makes him melt.

It's not even an incredibly romantic dialogue. It's childish, and hilarious, and just so Cas, that all of Dean aches at once.

>>> you're sorta wrong

It's a wonder that Dean can even keep holding onto his phone at this point. He's basically a puddle of emotions, a mess of feelings, letting every current of love wash over him and deride his boundaries, just a little bit more. He's suddenly euphoric; it's like he's seeing his situation from an elevation now, and he doesn't care about anything else - the whiney voice in his head reminding him it's gonna be another six weeks can go screw itself, because Dean loves Cas so much, nothing else can possibly matter.

>>> this is the part where I say I love you

It will always work out. Distances will go away, and Cas will return, and Dean will get to hold him again, and he'll get to kiss him again, and call him an idiot, and then bring him coffee again.

And what else could Dean Winchester ever really need?

***

Notes: Oh, Sammeh. I wrote after a couple millenia. And there's so many people who've all been heartwarmingly nice about my *block* and I've been getting pretty much a lot of inspiration lately, though I haven't been writing it - but today was different. Today, I was m o v e d, and I told life to shove it's shit someplace else and cleared my brain and fucking wrote this weird-ass tiny piece of feelings.

I dedicate this to @screamatthescreen. She's my texting soulmate (in the sense, that we were made to text each other) and says the most amazing things and I love her and well, she inspired me so hard that I threw away redox and equivalents and began to type. And this came out. Thank you, Zina!!!

Since I'm back on my BS, here's a word out to the tribe: @ctrl-alt-destiel @emmii4 @awkward-penguin-in-a-trenchcoat @styggtroll @adventurous-blob @petrichoravellichor @all-or-nothing-baby @moderatelypanickedbiromantic @elvenlicht @legendary-destiel @noemithenephilim @galaxy-charm @trenchcoatsandfreckles @naitia @ladywaywarddsc @zoerayne2426 @thekidsmaybealright @hellfire37 @3dg310rdsupreme @impulsivedandelion @iamcharliebradburylevelperfect I have a feeling I'm forgetting people. I should've updated my list, dammit. So sorry if I am, please just drop me a line. Taglist open, Please ask if you wish to be removed/added.

[nobodyeverasked]

decalcomania; txt

(2565 words) - medium

--platonic--

Summary: Let the engravings of our memories last a lifetime.

A symphony of alleviating breaths and careless whispers floated amply throughout the hotel room, the ivory sunlight pouring through the small windows in thick pinstripes caressing the skin of the four boys sprawled along one of the beds. The white sheets that once laid flat along the mattress left on the carpet, and sitting forlornly in the serene presence of the natural happiness flourishing throughout the room.

Beomgyu, Soobin, Taehyun and their best friend Y/N laid in the thin waves of the white fabric below them, the youngest - Y/N - wrapped in the blissful gales of comfort. With his head nestled snugly in Taehyun’s lap, haphazard fingers twirling locks of his hair, and his legs intertwined with Soobin’s.

The euphonies of their calmness, and the embers of their comfort that stirred between their sighs of relief were cut short when a knock on the door echoed throughout their room, four heads shooting up to the sound. Short glances of confusion were tossed around the room and volleyed through the air, Beomgyu, who leaned up near-instantly to the sound, deciding to speak up for the boys frozen over with perplexity.

“Go away!” Beomgyu yelled, before collapsing back onto the bed, the gentle flurries of laughter festering around him making a radiant grin bloom across his own lips.

“No, wait, did someone order room service…?” Taehyun instantly looked over at Soobin, who whipped his hands up in defense.

“Why do you think it’s me?!”

“‘Cause you’ve literally done it the last three nights!”

“I mean, yeah, good point… But it wasn’t me this time, I swear!”

With an amalgamation of sighs ending the conversation, Y/N decided to speak next, after all, he was the least stupid and crazy out of all of the teenagers that he decided to accompany on a road trip. In all honesty, he would not be surprised one bit if they ended up stranded in the desert or somehow stuck in the middle of the ocean.

“Who is it…?” Y/N could barely keep the deep breath from bursting from his pursed lips as Taehyun began to drag his fingers through the younger’s hair once more, the comforting touch of his friend’s fingertips carding languidly through the locks of his hair always finding a way to sift out the tension and annoyance that lingered in his system like a rancid poison.

Despite their antics, he could not have asked for better friends. He appreciated all five of them in ways that the boys laying around him could only begin to fathom. Being there to brighten his smile on days that become harder as time passed by in a dreadful trudge, or to light him ablaze with the callow embers of warm hugs and affection whenever his conversations with the waning moon grew stale. The people he could text in the middle of the night to whip up some random food he found in the back of his cupboard, and the five pairs of ears that have heard all of Y/N secrets that were sheathed under the evening haze. Being here with them again after so long made him realize how much he needed them in his life.

Little did he know, all of the other five felt the exact same way.

“Hello…” Was all that was heard from behind the thin door between the two groups of people, one being a group of befuddled teens, and another being Hueningkai and Yeonjun, deceptive and mischievous shimmers lining their dark eyes, pillows clutched tightly in their hands. The only thing they needed was for someone - one unlucky soul - to open the door so they could wreak havoc. “You got a delivery.” Hueningkai tried to lower his voice as much as possible, a laugh beating at his restrained smile, Yeonjun’s cheeky grin not helping him in the slightest.

“A delivery, here?” Y/N cocked his head, shifting himself in the ivory ripples of the sheets, and playing with Soobin’s fingers that rested under the pale streams of the sunlight. “The fuck?”

“Leave it at the door please!” Taehyun shouted back at the door, rolling his eyes and shaking his head, reveling in the chuckles he earned form Beomgyu, Soobin, and Y/N.

“God damn it…” Yeonjun muttered under his breath before he nudged Hueningkai out of his way. At this rate, how on Earth could he beat his friends a pulp with this pillow? He needed to find another way, he will stop at nothing… “Open the door in three~”

Echoes of laughter instantly soared throughout the room, melting whatever gelid confusion that still hung stiffly in the room. Soobin heaved himself up from the bed - Beomgyu’s legs untangling from around his waist - walking towards the door with a huff. Beomgyu shifted over to rest his head on Y/N’s stomach, the warmth of the hand gravitating to his through the glow of the sun making his body sink further into the bleached ocean below him. “Oh my God- it’s Yeonjun!”

As soon as Soobin opened the door, Hueningkai whipped his pillow behind his back in one swift motion, Yeonjun pressing his back to the wall beside them, hoping that he would not be seen before the time of their ambush.

“Hi.” Hueningkai chirped, a sly sparkle emanating from his smile as he fidgeted with the pillow pressed to his back. His smirk went unnoticed by the tired eyes of Soobin, though, who just tilted his head in confusion once more, his mouth hung open by the words that dripped off the edge of his tongue.

“What’re you doing here…?” Soobin propped himself on the door swung open beside him, arching an eyebrow in the stale silence that started to leak through the threshold of the doorway, everybody’s eyes now dragged to Hueningkai, and his grin - teeth bared with hilarity. Taehyun, Beomgyu, and Y/N knew that this could not be good, the way Hueningkai’s cheeks glowed with a sinister light, one that Soobin, unfortunately, could not pinpoint. At least not right away.

He was too late.

Hueningkai already started to release an onslaught of blows from the pillow behind his back, striking Soobin where he stood and stumbling into the room, his arms wound up for another attack.

Chaos ensued throughout the entire room, with Yeonjun bursting through the door, trying to finish where Hueningkai left off, guns blazing and pillows flailing. Taehyun and Y/N hopped back onto the bed, and Beomgyu scrambled desperately for a pillow whipping it around in a hopeless defense.

The symphonies of joyful laughter interweaved with the stifled screams of terror soaring throughout the room, and before they knew it, four boys stood victorious, and Soobin and Kai laid under a mountain of sheets, heavy breaths scorching the white sheets. The soft burns of Yeonjun and Beomgyu’s relentless strikes still lingering on Y/N’s arms and back. A foolish smile wandered across Y/N’s lips and the embers of satisfaction trailed behind his sluggish footsteps, he could not have expected any less from his crackhead friends, a peaceful morning marred by the echoes of disarray.

“You traitors!” Soobin whined before Yeonjun sprawled across the mound of pillows and fluff that is at least fifty percent human. “How could you do this?!”

Manic cackles overtook the room, fueling the gentle cinders of alleviation amply wandering throughout the room, eyes lined with tears of insurmountable joy, laughter peeled off dry tongues.

“Comfy~” Yeonjun hummed quietly. “We have marked this territory! This is Yeonjunadia now!”

“Kai, why’re you really here? To get demolished in a pillow fight you started?” Y/N leaned back on the bed behind him, elbows propping his body up, and his gaze angling down towards where Hueningkai and Soobin lay defeated, buried under a grave of ivory fabric. He tried his best to hold back a playful snarl when he was hit in the back of the head with a pillow.

“No, I planned to dominate a pillow fight I started! But this works too.” Hueningkai popped his head up from the waves of sheets pooling around him, Soobin doing the same, the embers of happiness and amusement scorched his frayed hair, and a brilliant grin - kindred to the sunlight draping over his shoulders - illuminating the room with a vivid glow. He looked over to Yeonjun, who shifted comfortable on the bed, heavy breaths tainting the air with the heat blooming in his chest, an expectant shimmer dancing in his dark brown eyes. Waiting for Hueningkai to state the true purpose as to why he was here. “Oh! Yeah, and I wanna sleep all in the same bed…”

“One- what?!” Y/N asked, his voice nearly reaching a perplexed shriek. “You mean one room, right? There’s no way all of us are gonna fit on that tiny ass bed, especially with Starfish Soobin over there.”

“HEY!”

“Well, we made your bed.” Taehyun gestured to the mountain of sheets tangled around Hueningkai and Soobin’s limbs.

Hueningkai has always wanted to sleep in the same bed as his four other members, and his best friend. To feel the conglomerate firestorm of comfort seeping into his skin and winding around his body, and to hear the euphonies of sleep-ridden breaths breach the haze of nightfall. He has always treasured his experiences with those that have followed their steady, unwavering promises of friendship, and finally wants all six minds - filled to the brim with blissful memories - to walk the same euphoric planes of their dreams.

“He just wants to sleep in the same bed, c’mon. It’s been so long since we’ve spent a night like this - all of us.” Yeonjun exchanged fond smiles with Y/N, who melted in the warm embrace of the older’s loving stare. It was true, even though the members of TXT have had countless experiences together, whether it be to thwart the mellowing twilight, or to wreak havoc on the clear, blue skies of day, they have barely had any time to spend with one of the most special people in their lives - Y/N. They used to remember the old days, back when their skin was dyed with the scars of the relentless sun. They would hang out around the gravel paths of their local park or somehow convince a parent to let six chaotic humans into one house, their conversations would last until the stars died and until the night bled, and their embraces scorched like the cream sands of the beach that brushed against Y/N’s house.

Now that they were all together again - all six of them - the five members of TXT realized that they cannot take these precious moments for granted anymore. They cannot simply brush past the gentle touches and tight hugs of yesterday, they have to cling onto the starlit gazes and the languid caresses of today.

“Okay, yeah, sure.” Beomgyu instantly agreed, none of them cared about how they were going to fit, they just cared that they were together one more, experiencing the sights, smells, and feelings of a new country, a new place to forge new memories in the flames of their reinvigorated compassion.

“Like, how though?” Soobin heaved himself back onto the bed, shifting his eyes around to find the right ways to put six bodies together on one tiny mattress. “Like this?”

Soobin, Hueningkai, and Yeonjun laid horizontally on the bed, with Yeonjun hanging onto the edge of the mattress for dear life. Hueningkai - who awaited this moment since the thought dawned on him the night prior - laid expectantly, a yearning shimmer overtaking his brilliant gaze - blooming with the flames of glee.

“You guys are like the cutest sardines ever!” Y/N gawked at the three boys snuggled together under a thick white comforter that Taehyun found laying crumpled near their nightstand, elated simpers strewn across their rose lips and hearty giggles escaping their mouth as they all looked at Y/N who shuffled near the foot of the bed. “Lowkey, I think this’ll work.” Y/N trailed off with a wistful sigh, laced with the honey that draped over his childhood memories of the five faces in front of him, their cheeks - once plump from the feasts of their juvenility - now jawlines chiseled from the delicate hands of manhood. However, the gleam of the early summer sunlight that graced their youthful smiles still somehow prevailed through the weeks and months where they stood separated by the emerald seas and the boundless skies.

Taehyun and Beomgyu soon climbed on top of the three boys, nestling further into the sheets splayed under them, the warmth of sanctuary and happiness starting to meander peacefully throughout the room, bouncing off the light grey walls and seeping into their skin.

“What’re you waiting for, c’mon!” Beomgyu snapped Y/N out of his euphoric trance, his eyes lost among those in front of him. “We’re not complete without you!” With that, Y/N was pulled onto the bed, right in the middle of everyone, and surrounded by the equal warmth of all of his best friends.

He was always the Sun in their solar systems.

The youngest slowly curled into the heat radiating under him, the sounds of Hueningkai’s heartbeat, the languid breaths of Soobin and Beomgyu hovering above him, the careless fingers of Taehyun that roamed his sides and Yeonjun’s arms that splayed across his legs lowering him deeper into the intoxicating waters of bliss. The waves brushed against his skin like a gentle wind and caressed his body like the cherishing touches that were sprawled against him. The sparks - that once laid near-forgotten, lit ablaze once more under the evening sun, festered under the sunset that they used to watch together. They get to see that tapestry of prismatic clouds again, as more than just friends, more than just family.

It was like everything was flooding back to them, all of the memories - that seemed oh so ancient - rush back at them like a tidal wave, blessed by the sweetness of their enlivened attachment.

“I love you guys… So much…” Y/N’s voice barely cracked a whisper, but his words as powerful as the childish screams that peppered their past. After his words, everything froze, and the five boys who melted further into the sheets, and clung harder onto their friend remembered the sweet nothings that were whispered absentmindedly beside them - Y/N always thought that they were asleep. The five boys would soften to the echoes of the mantras Y/N would sing to the four walls that encased them in his bedroom, the same melodies that seeped so amply from his lips finally said in the light of day, and not under the ivory cloaks of the moonlight. Those words that Y/N said meant everything to them, the world - no - the universe…

“We love you more, Y/N.” Beomgyu and Soobin let their fingers entangled in the youngest’s hair, the symphonies of unadulterated affected that just left Y/N’s lips fueling the flames of their devotion, burning brighter than ever. Taehyun buried his nose into the curve of Y/N’s neck, his arms encircling his waist. Hueningkai and Yeonjun opened their eyes and took him in, the eyes that shone with the lights of the cosmos and the curved lips that were forever seared into their minds seeming to never change - they loved that.

Almost as much as they all loved him.