#i'm still shaking from my jitter's lol

[fearlessdevil17]

JUST HAD A SELF TALK ABOUT EDGE AND OMG I HAVE JITTER'S!!!!

MY HEART!!!!! MY FUCKING HEART!!!!! AHHHHH!!!!! I LOVE HER SO MUCH!!!!! :333

I MUST SHARE HER WITH THE WORLD!!!!! THE WORLD MUST WITTINESS AND ADMIRE THIS BEAUTIFUL WOMAN!!!!

SHE IS AN AMAZING CHARACTER!!!!! AND IT WOULD MEAN SO MUCH TO ME IF YOU GAVE HER THE LOVE AND APPRECIATION SHE DESERVES!!!!!

AND IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN HER BEFORE!!! YOU HAVE NOW!!!!! :D

Everything about her. Her Character. Her personality. Her Backstory. not to mention that she is beautiful :') When i first saw her, i was immediately in love and got hooked onto this game (which is now my second all time favourite). every time she's on screen (mainly when she makes her first appearance) a smile is always on my face. i just can't contain my excitement. I love playing as her, she is so OP and i love her (did i already mention that?)!!!! and i hope everyone that see her for the first time will love her too!!! I will not stand for her being an underrated character. SHE DESERVES MORE LOVE THAN THAT!!!!! they put so much care into this woman, and i don't want that to go to waste!!!

she's such an amazing character!!!! and i hope that if more people see this post also agree with me!!!! because she needs love!!!! she's earned it!!!!

A Fierce Warrior she is!!! as well as a Fearless Protector!!!

Don't really know what else to say other than i love Edge so much :333 and i hope she becomes more popular throughout the years <3

[heartofwritiing]

Jitters and good luck kisses

paring: musicianbur x fem!reader

authors note: just a short little blurb i had floating around my brain if the reader was dating wilbur and she joins him on tour for support lol. more wilbur fics are cominggg!!

warnings: Wilbur having anxiety, fluffy fluff, pda, short, unedited! if their is anything i missed let me know!

pre-show was always filled with anxiety for wilbur.

He's not exactly sure where his anxiety stems from when it came to performing, but it seems to be a combination of various factors. His overthinking brain tends to focus on potential mishaps, like messing up lyrics or strings breaking. However, he has rehearsed and there's no need to worry about these things.

He tried to clear his mind by shaking his head, hoping to expel the constant noise bombarding him, but it didn't work.

The opening act concluded fifteen minutes ago, and he sensed the audience becoming restless and excited about his band's performance. This caused him to feel increasingly nervous.

Wilbur had always been eager to please others and wished for everything to go smoothly in every circumstance. He had no desire to let anyone down, especially himself and the numerous individuals in the packed venue that had sold out within minutes.

He was still on cloud nine from everything recently. his band was finally taking off and getting more recognition. He was finally making a name for himself and was feeling proud of all the hard work he had put in. He was ready to take on the world and continue to make more music. He was determined to stay humble and keep learning, no matter how successful he became.

As his loving girlfriend, you were immensely proud of him. You stood by him through thick and thin, supporting him every step of the way as he chased his dreams. To you, nothing was more important than seeing him genuinely happy, and his passion for music brought him just that.

Remember that you left to get water five minutes ago he is anxiously pacing on the side stage again, wondering where you are. You went to the venues small "dressing room", which consisted of a mirror, a sofa, and chairs in a musty old room that smelled heavily of cigarettes. He expected you to return by his side sooner.

For the past month, you have been there every other night to wish him good luck with a kiss and cheer him on from the sidelines. You sing along to every single song.

You could tell that he was at ease when you were around, observing him from the sidelines and listening intently to every note he sang. His natural on-stage presence was undeniable and it was clear to you that he was meant to be there.

You were always there for him as a comforting presence whenever things took a turn for the worse. Though he felt guilty about relying on you for emotional support, he knew that your love for him surpassed any such concerns. Your mutual support for each other was a source of joy and strength.

Wilbur nervously chewed on the skin around his nails while Joe next to him tried to calm his nerves as well. Meanwhile, Ash and Mark engaged in casual conversation. Wilbur couldn't comprehend how they managed to stay composed before performances. If they did feel anxious, they never showed it.

“How are you guys not freaking the fuck out?” Wil questioned Mark and Ash, as he now was fiddling with the pegs on his fender.

Ash just shrugged. Great input.

“I used to but now it’s like not as much, since when I'm out there it kinda goes away like a switch is flipped in my brain to not be as anxious,” Mark explains.

Wilbur could agree with that. He experienced the same feeling every time they performed. As Mark mentioned, a switch would turn on in his mind, causing the bright lights and muted sounds of the audience to fade away. All that remained were the sounds of his own voice and his bandmates playing passionately in his ears.

"Okay guys, just one more minute before it's time for you to go on!" The stage manager gave them a thumbs-up before heading backstage to ensure that everything was ready to go one last tiem.

Wilbur’s eyes fell back to the spot where he last saw you disappear and felt his heart beating against his ribs. Panic settling in again.

As another minute passed, he worried that he wouldn't have enough time to kiss you before he went out. Mark was the first to go out due to his queue, followed by Joe and Wilbur could hear the fans cheering as Joe waved to them.

Just as Ash was preparing to take the stage, you rushed in through the side door and approached Wilbur with an anxious expression.

"I'm so sorry. My mother called and wanted to check in on me," you explained.

Wilbur noticed your panicked state and approached you, moving closer until your chests were almost touching.

"It's alright. I'm just relieved that you arrived on time. I was just about to step out," he exhaled, feeling as though he had taken his first breath in minutes.

Being close to you again felt like he was grounded and not lost in his thoughts. Regardless of the time and distance, he always felt your absence and missed you dearly.

As you smiled at him, Wilbur felt like he could die from the sheer beauty of the moment. The apples of your cheeks were so round, and the look in your eyes made it clear that you belonged to him.

He loved you so much.

"Of course! I couldn't let you go on without a kiss," you playfully remarked.

His hands came up to cup your cheeks tenderly and you both leaned in simultaneously until your lips met. It was soft and had nothing but your love and admiration poured into it. It wasn’t rushed or heated, just enough time so that when he pulled away your lips felt tingly with excitement.

You took his hands in yours and kissed his knuckles while gently squeezing them, letting him know that you would be waiting for him after he finished his set. He took a deep breath.

“go be a rockstar,” you kissed his cheek.

As you stood before him, he leaned in and placed one last soft and tender kiss on your forehead. The moment was too precious to resist the urge to kiss you one last time. He held onto your hands until you were too far apart to hold on anymore.

He then turned around, his guitar securely strapped to his back as he strode confidently toward the center stage. The microphone stood tall and proud, waiting for him to deliver his musical gift to the eager audience.

You watched in awe as the man you loved nervousness instantly floated away, as Mark counted into the first song and played his heart out. You never got tired of seeing him be so in the moment when he presented himself in front of an audience.

Wilbur approached you after the show with his heart pounding in his ears and a smile stretched across his face. The stage attendant took his guitar, and he embraced you in a bone-crushing hug spinning you around You could feel the excitement radiating off of him as he set you down. Sweat clung to his shirt and skin but you didn't care.

"That was one of the best shows we've done!" he exclaimed. "The audience was really engaged and enjoying it. I'm so proud of the band!" His happiness was infectious.

He looked into your eyes and smiled. It was important for you to let him know how proud you were of him. You have told him countless times, but you never got tired of telling him.

"I'm so proud of you honey!" you beamed.

Wilbur left your side to go congratulate the rest of the team. the rest of the band gathered around to celebrate together as You watched on in admiration as Wilbur interacted with each of them so effortlessly You felt immense pride seeing how far they had all come in such little time.

You couldn't tell what they were talking about as they all nodded at something Joe had said and separated to get ready to pack up and get back on the tour bus.

There was a look of love appearing on Wilbur's face when he looked back at you. You felt a warmth in your heart as you returned his gaze. He returned to you and embraced you once more, burying his face in your neck. As he bent over you, your hands threaded their way into his damp curls.

"Thank you for being here, I honestly don't know what id do without you." he sighs into your ear.

Your heart fluttered at the softness in his voice and you tightened your grip around him.

"I'm glad I could be here. I love you," you whispered the last part so softly that you doubted he could hear it.

Until he whispered back so affectionately; "I love you too,"

You both left the venue hand in hand as you walked with the rest of the group to the bus to get ready for going out for drinks at the local bar to celebrate another great night.

[cinnamontoastcrunch-15]

HI I'm so sorry I vanished, I've had an absolutely MAD few weeks and I'm still going to be insanely busy over the next few months, but now that I have a free moment, have this oneshot I wrote at 2am a few days ago! I'm wrapping up a few chapters of my wips that'll be out soon too!!

It's not the most descriptive thing, but I'm playing around with the concept of turning this into a six chapter thing, so this is more me testing the waters lol

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For a while, it's just a cough.

Sirius has noticed the hacking cough developing over three weeks, but he doesn't think too much of it. Why would he? Remus downplays everything that happens to him, and anytime Sirius brings up getting it checked out, he's just waved off with a small, gentle smile.

It's only when he passes out that Sirius gets him to do something about it.

He's just gotten out of the bloody hospital wing after the full, and although it's not exactly normal for Remus to be this... shaky, they all just think it's that. As they walk, Sirius can't handle watching Remus struggling with his bag.

"Right, hand it over," Sirius says simply, stopping. Remus stops with him, James and Peter moving a little more before they turn back too.

"Hm? What?"

"Your bag. Hand it over."

"I'm fine, it's fine," He tries to dismiss it, coughing once, but Sirius isn't having it this time.

"Moony, you look like you're about to keel over. You don't get a say in it."

Remus rolls his eyes, but he's quite clearly biting back a smile as he pulls his bag off his back and hands it to Sirius, who slings it over his free shoulder without hesitation. They both go to keep walking, when Remus is hit with a coughing fit. He stops again, hands still jittering as he uses the back of it to try and stifle it.

"Hey, d'you need water?" Sirius asks, going to open and rifle through Remus' bag, but Remus just shakes his head.

"I- I can't- can't-"

Sirius doesn't need him to fill in the blanks. He can see the panic, the paling of his face.

Remus can't breathe.

"Shit, right, come on." Without thinking, he wraps an arm firmly around Remus' waist and pulls him as quickly as he can to the hospital wing. "Madame Pomfrey?!"

She appears in less than a second as Sirius sits Remus down onto the bed. Remus can't exactly complain, resting both forearms against his thighs and dropping his head down as he struggles for breath. Forcing himself not to panic, Sirius reaches out and claps Remus on the back a few times. It seems to work, dislodging something enough to give Remus a breath, but not to free it from his windpipe altogether.

Still, relief courses through him as Remus finally starts taking heaving breaths, and Sirius opts for moving his hand in a gentle circle over Remus' back. Madame Pomfrey crouches in front of Remus, taking hold of both of his shoulders and pushing him upright. Breathing seems to come a little easier for him then, as Madame Pomfrey watches him carefully.

"You're staying here overnight, at the very least."

"Why?" Remus asks with a frown. "I'm fine. S'just a cough."

"That isn't just a cough," Poppy says carefully, pointedly. "It sounds like there's either some kind of blockage, or another serious issue. Either way, you need monitoring. You're staying, you are not allowed to refuse that."

"I'll go and grab you come food," Sirius says, moving his hand to squeeze Remus' shoulder before standing.

"M'not really hungry..." Remus admits. "I haven't been for a while, really."

"Moony, why haven't you said anything?" James asks, stunned. Remus just shrugs, unsure.

"You're still eating. I'll be back in a few minutes."

With that, he makes a beeline for the kitchens, lets the elves gives him enough wrapped food for a small feast, then heads straight back to the hospital wing. James and Peter are still there, Remus having conceded to sitting in the bed, Madame Pomfrey having checked him over carefully and is now leaving him alone with his friends. Sirius drops down into a seat and starts pulling the food out of his bag.

As they all eat in silence, Remus clearly trying to stifle his own coughing every now and then, there's an unspoken knowledge that Remus is probably going to be in the wing for a while. Still, Sirius at least expects Madame Pomfrey to have it figured out by the next day.

Instead, Remus just seems to get worse.

Three days pass, and Remus has gone from bad to awful, having coughing fits at least once an hour, and Sirius is barely leaving the hospital wing at this point. Every day sends him spiralling slightly more into his own anxiety, waiting until Remus has fallen asleep every night to let himself feel.

It's takes another two days for Madame Pomfrey to figure it out, and they're all there when she does. She emerges from her office, making her way over to the bed.

"I know what's happening," she starts simply. "Did you want me to tell you alone, or...?"

"No, it's fine," Remus says, "they can stay."

"You have Hanahaki Disease," she starts, confusing all four of them. Obviously she's expecting this, as she keeps talking. "It's incredibly rare, very few known cases. I had to get in contact with St. Mungo's to get real information about it. Essentially, it is a disease that causes red roses to develop in the patient's lungs."

"Roses?" Sirius asks, stunned.

"Sorry, I- I didn't tell you. I didn't want to freak any of you out." Sirius doesn't even have time to think about that part before Poppy continues.

"It is actually caused by love. Romantic love that the patient believes to be unrequited."

"Oh." That even throws Remus, whose eyes flick to his hands as he starts fidgeting with them over the covers.

Remus is in love.

That almost crushes Sirius.

Mostly because of the word unrequited. It means that any hope he had of Remus ever liking him back flies down the drain.

He doesn't let himself process those emotions, quashing them to focus on Remus. There's no fucking time to wallow.

"There are actually two treatments for this," Poppy says, taking the book from under her arm, titled 'Mysterious Magical Ailments', pulled it open to a bookmarked page and started to read from it. "The patient should initially attempt to confess their emotions to said object of their affections, due to the possibility of the love not truly being unrequited. Reciprocated love is the simplest solution to Hanahaki Disease.

"If this is not successful, the base of the roses can be removed magically. However, this only has a seventy percent success rate. Also, the patient's romantic feelings for the object of their affection will go, and many patients are unlikely to feel romantic attraction again." She closes the book and watches Remus carefully. Remus glances up, eyes meeting Poppy's decisively.

"Remove it."

"Moony, wait. Don't you think you should at least try the other one first?" James pipes up quickly, carefully. "You never know, she could feel the same and, even if she doesn't, you'll get the feelings taken anyway, right? It's worth a shot."

"He doesn't. I'm sure he doesn't. He has no reason to," Remus snaps quickly, devolving into another coughing fit. Sirius doesn't hesitate in doing the same thing he has done every time since he first went to the hospital wing, as Remus leans forward and Sirius reaches out to tap his back, to dislodge the flower in his throat. Poppy pulls her wand put with her free hand, ready, but she doesn't need it. Nobody even has time to acknowledge Remus' revelation, but Poppy steps in the moment the coughing stops.

"I'll have to bring someone in, as it is a procedure I've never carried out before, and it has fairly high risks attached to it. I can get in contact with the same healer from St. Mungo's, she should be happy to perform it."

The healer agrees.

She offers to arrive in two days to resolve the problem. That gives Sirius a lot of time to think.

Firstly, Remus is gay. Sirius could actually have been in with a chance, if he wasn't in love with someone else. Also the fact that he's so adamant that the mystery guy doesn't love him back. Remus doesn't seem to understand just how incredible he is. How much he can brighten someone's day. He's doing everything in his power to avoid telling this person, and it's really bloody confusing to Sirius.

Even Remus starts to second guess it, that evening.

Poppy has accepted that Sirius isn't leaving, and he's nodding off in the chair beside the bed when Remus' quiet voice pipes up.

"Hey, Padfoot? You awake?"

Sirius opens his eyes and lifts his head, offering Remus a smile through the increasing darkness.

"You okay?"

"I was just... is James right?" He asks quickly, eyes meeting Sirius' anxiously. "Is it worth telling him, even if it's just so it's off my chest before I get the roses removed?" Sirius shrugs.

"Yeah, I think so," He says honestly. Remus asked for his opinion, so that's what he's getting, even if it's slightly upsetting Sirius to say. "If he doesn't feel the same way, surely it's worth him knowing. You never know, and it won't mean anything if it goes wrong." Remus nods to himself, glancing down and, for a moment, Sirius thinks he's done with the conversation.

"What if it ruins our friendship?" He asks in a rush. "What if he can never let go of the fact that I literally almost died because I'm in love with him?"

"Then he can go fuck himself," Sirius answers bluntly, clearly throwing Remus.

"Sirius!"

"No, I mean it!" He's bloody frustrated now. "If this mystery guy is uncomfortable because of your feelings and an illness that you can't control, then fuck him! I can't imagine anyone not wanting to spend time with you, so if he really does care about you then he'll get the fuck over himself-"

"It's you, Sirius." Remus' voice is low, almost inaudible, but Sirius catches it. It actually stops him in his tracks, turning to face Remus as shock ripples through him. Remus keeps his eyes fixed firmly down, forcing the rest of his words out. "I'm in love with you. Have been for a while, actually. I know there's no world where you'd ever feel the same way, but I'm getting it sorted, so-"

"You love me?" Sirius asks breathlessly. Nothing feels real, thousands of questions racing in his head.

Mostly the fact that Remus' feelings aren't unrequited.

Sirius has been in love with Remus for years. At this point, it feels as normal as breathing. So how the fuck has Remus got Hanahaki Disease?

As Remus nods, face flushing a deep red, Madame Pomfrey's words come flying back to him.

"Romantic love that the patient believes to be unrequited," he whispers to himself, everything finally clicking.

"I'm really sorry Sirius, I never meant for it to- to do this, I just- I don't know. I'm really sorry," Remus is rambling, and Sirius just can't take it anymore.

With a new resolve and years of unexpressed feelings, Sirius stands, leans in and connects their lips. Only for half a second, pulling away to gauge Remus' reaction. His expression seems to match what Sirius' own must have been a few seconds before. Nothing but shock sitting there.

"...Remus? You okay?" Sirius asks gently, watching him carefully.

"You don't... you can't..." Remus can't quite get through the sentence, stifling a cough as Sirius decides to fill in the blanks for him.

"I love you, Moony. Christ, it feels like I've loved you forever." Remus opens his mouth to protest, but Sirius isn't done yet. Remus needs to know just how important he is. "If you need me to tell you that every single day for the rest of your life then I will. You mean everything to me." Carefully, he sits on the side of the bed and waits with bated breath.

He watches as Remus' eyes dart across his face, seemingly searching for an ounce of truth. Then, before Sirius has a change to register what's going on, Remus has pulled him back in, lips meeting in a much more urgent kiss.

Still, Sirius isn't complaining.

He lets one hand rest across Remus' cheek, the other finding one of his. For someone who is essentially on his deathbed, he's a bloody fervent kisser. Something in the back of Sirius' mind is reminding him that the only thing separating the two of them from the outside world is a curtain that could be pulled back at any time, but it doesn't really matter to him. All that matters is Remus in front of him, real and there and his.

After what could be a few minutes, could be an hour, they both break away, Remus scarily out of breath. Yeah, he's still unwell, they both kind of forgot. Still, it doesn't stop a smile making its way onto Remus' face.

"Okay, yeah, I believe you."

"I think it's safe to say that you're free to go, Remus!" Madame Pomfrey says brightly, sending relief through Sirius. Remus has done nothing but improve, but it's still amazing to hear Madame Pomfrey confirm it.

He turns to Remus, whose hand is in his, and shoots him a gentle smile. A fucking gorgeous blush makes its way across Remus' face, sending a jolt through his stomach.

God, he loves Remus.

Thank fuck he didn't get the flowers removed.

[sugurusdiscordmoderator]

barista suguru and reader has the biggest crush on him that they try to ask him out but got too nervous to do so!! however.. reader suddenly see him at a party they were invited in, and what does alcohol do to a person sometimes? confidence, and they hook up (eventually got together??) I'm not sure if this request makes sense, and English isn't my first language..

omg hi anon thank you for the ask - not sure if you're an AOT fan but @humanitys-strongest-bamf has an amazing fic similar to this w Levi and its god tier

anywaysss here we go <3

(The ages in this are all fucked up lol, Megumi, Nobara, and Yuji are 22 and Gojo, Geto, and Shoko are like 25)

content warning: Haibara and Nanami are lovers lmao, weed, alcohol, cigarettes, hookup culture

(this is my original drawing please do not repost)

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Being well known on your college campus is a blessing and a curse. You loved being involved in a lot of clubs and participating in social events. Going to the library or trying to study was nearly impossible with how many people knew you. However being a senior, you needed to focus and get things done. You lived a little ways off campus to save money and started frequenting a little coffee shop a few blocks from your apartment.

The first time you stopped, you had been walking home from class when a storm with bad winds blew in, and you decided to just study in this cafe until the storm passes. There are little tables all throughout, you grab one near the back and pull out some of your course materials and get started writing notes and going over chapters for your quiz in a few days. That is when a yawn washes over you and the exhaustion from late nights sets in. You figure you might as well get a drink while you're at this coffee shop.

Walking up to the counter you squint up at the menu board trying to decide what you're in the mood for.

"What can I get for you?" a man's voice asks.

Lost in your indecisiveness you don't even look down to make eye contact reading between Americano, Latte, Cold Brew, etc.

"Mmmm, not sure yet, I may need a few minutes," biting your bottom lip thinking about how much caffeine you want to intake today.

"We also have a list of specials down in front of you," he says politely and you see him walk away out of your peripherals.

The thing is, you're not a huge coffee person. Half the time it's too sweet, half the time it's too bitter. The caffeine gives you jitters and makes you anxious. Also sometimes coffee just messes your stomach up so you just have given up on expensive coffee places and opt for making your own shitty coffee at home.

You glance down at the specials list, reading them to yourself,

"Almond Joy Latte

Sparkling Green Tea Refresher

Pink Velvet Cold Brew

Barista's Choice"

You finally look up at the employee, a tall man that is turned around cleaning the espresso machine. His hair is pulled back into a cute bun and his frame is just large. You look at his hands, so large and strong with some veins protruding. He has a black button up on with the sleeves rolled up, exposing tattoos on his forearms. Matching it with black pants and a black apron, he looks kind of dark and mysterious.

He turns around and catches your eye, forgetting all the words that were about to form in your head.

"Still need a minute?" He squints his eyes a little and smiles softly as your eyes rake over his whole face. He has a piece of black bangs sticking out from the bun, pierced ears, a lip ring, amber eyes, and an amazingly chiseled jaw. Your mouth opens but nothing comes out and you can feel the heat spread across your cheeks.

"Uh, I, sorry," you shake your head and try to laugh at your own stupor, "Can I do the barista's choice?"

He nods, "Any preferences?"

"Uhm, no, whatever you like," you completely lie through your teeth trying to seem chill. He taps in the order on the iPad at the register and flips it over for you to pay and sign. At least it isn't too expensive if you don't like it, but you eagerly press the "25%" tip button hoping Mr. tall, dark, and handsome appreciates it.

"I'll bring it over to you when it's ready," he smiles and nods his head towards where you were seated.

"Thanks," you smile awkwardly walking back to your course materials, although it's not like you'll be focusing on anything other than the barista soon. You not-so-casually watch him work, obsessed with a man you've hardly spoken to once.

A few minutes later he brings over a cute tea cup and saucer, and you immediately smile when he sets it down, seeing the little design on top.

"It's a dirty chai...like a chai tea latte with a shot of espresso in it and a little special touch. Let me know if you like it."

The man smirks and walks away before you can even properly thank him. You burn your tongue eagerly taking a sip too soon, trying to find another excuse to talk to him. You try to take your mind off of it by scrolling through instagram for a bit while drinking your latte but around this time of year its all couples and engagements and babies which only adds to how down bad you feel. You get a text from your friend Nobara letting you know that a friend of her friend, Megumi, is having a party Friday and the friend told Megumi who told Nobara that they could bring whoever. After deciphering the word vomit of a text she sent you you send back a "thumbs up emoji" letting her know you'll be there because nobody else has invited you anywhere yet.

You finish your drink and decide to pack up your stuff and head home, a few blocks in the rain won't hurt you. It might cool you off from thinking about the dreamy barista you just met. You set the cute mug on the counter, and he turns around when he hears the noise. He raised an eyebrow, as if asking 'how was it?'

"It was great," you smile, "uhm, have a good one," you slightly shrug and turn around to go before he can add anything, just like he did to you earlier.

-

The next few days are uneventful, you walk by the coffee shop every day on your way to campus, wondering if he is working or if you should go in, but not wanting to struggle to pick a drink or pay for coffee again.

On Friday Nobara walks back to your apartment with you, she commutes in to town so whenever there is a party or something going on she crashes on your couch. She eyes the little cafe, "Want coffee? I think tonight might be pretty fun from the sounds of it!" She practically squeals and you find it adorable how excited she is. "Sure" you grumble, holding the door open for her.

She waltzes right up to the counter, decisive as always, and knows exactly what she wants. You trail behind her, not seeing any employees at the counter, squinting up at the menu board yet again. That's when you hear giggling come from the back room and see the handsome barista come out with some supplies, followed by a cute girl with a short brown bob who seems to be helping him.

You can't help but think about his beautiful laugh, and how you can hear it again.

"See ya tonight Shoko" he says, putting his apron back on and refocusing his attention to Nobara.

"Bye Geto!" This so called Shoko calls back to him as she walks out the front door. You cant help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the way he was in the backroom with his apron off and laughing with a girl.

Like girl - quit being delusional, you just heard his name for the first time and he probably doesn't even know who you are.

"Y/n, what do you want?" Nobara interrupts your talk with yourself.

"I'll have what she's having," you say overly confident, smiling at Geto. They both side eye you and you just remain oblivious, opting to go on your phone as you let your friend pay for your coffee as payment for her 'hotel' for the night. The two of you move out of the way and stand off to the side waiting for your drinks while Nobara talks about how Megumi's other friend Yuji is going to be there tonight with his big brother Sukuna and how excited she is because they're both sooo attractive. You nod your head along with what she says while scrolling on your phone. It's not that you don't care what she's saying, it's just that she knows so much about everything. All the gossip on campus is at your fingertips because of her, good or bad. You zone out staring at whatever drinks the barista is making, watching his damn good looking hands do his job. He walks over to you with two cups and you can't help but just stare at him. His outfit today consists of jeans and a tight black tshirt with a flannel jacket over top.

"Two iced matcha lattes with coconut milk and a strawberry cold foam on top," He smiles as Nobara eagerly grabs both of the drinks and hands one to you.

She sips it right away, "This is the best I've ever had thank youuu," she dramatically draws out while pulling you out the door heading to your apartment again. You look back to see him watching you leave and give a small wave with the hand that is holding your drink. You can't tell if you're imagining it but you think you see a faint blush over his cheeks.

-

You and Nobara enjoy your typical pregame activities, getting ready together, listening to music, and sharing a blunt.

"The guy at the coffee shop was checking you out," she half slurs, talking while applying her lip gloss.

"What makes you say that?" You think she's messing with you but you also hadn't told her about your little crush.

"When I was ordering he was staring at you the WHOLE time. Like he didn't even make eye contact with me I don't think!" She wines, "God it's not fair he's so gorgeous."

"To be fair Nobara, you think most guys are gorgeous" You giggle and walk towards the freezer to grab some liquor. "Speaking of gorgeous men, who's party are we even going to tonight?"

"I think it's at some guy named Satoru Gojo's house? I guess he's good childhood friends with Megumi from when he didn't really have a dad." There goes your friend, sharing other people's business when she didn't really need to.

"Mmm," you nod and throw back a shot of liquor, "I think I had a class with him when I was like a freshman and he was a senior. A real interesting character."

"Maybe you can introduce me and I'll get lucky," Nobara raises her eyebrows at you.

"You will not be having sex on my couch." You say sternly before you both erupt in a fit of giggles. Gathering a few last minute things before heading out, you also grab a reusable shopping tote and fill it with a little bit of your own alcohol, you never know what they may or may not have at these kinds of parties.

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Walking there was a little chilly but overall a nice night for the time of year. This guy must've gone to your school and hadn't left yet given the proximity of his house to your apartment and to campus.

You walk in and see Yuji Itadori right away with his friendly smile and big personality. He gives you both hugs and you know at least if Nobara doesn't get lucky with anyone else she can rely on Yuji.

Your energetic friend holds your hand as she searches the rest of the party to find her friend Megumi. He stands in the kitchen with a white haired man that you faintly think is this Gojo guy, both getting ready to shotgun a beer together. You and Nobara wait to see who wins before interrupting, grabbing drinks out of the cooler and setting down your bag with liquor and hard seltzers in it. It appears that Gojo finishes just a second before Megumi and you hear Nobara interrupting, "Gumi what was that?! You lost like a little bitch?"

He groans in response but ultimately smiles, "Why am I friends with you again?"

"Because you've been stuck with me since high school."

Watching the altercation, Gojo comes up to you and asks, "You're with them?" Nodding his head at the two immaturely arguing.

"Sadly." you respond taking a swig of your drink.

"I'm Satoru Gojo, this is my place, thanks for coming." He eyes you over top of his black round sunglasses, making you feel like you may be wearing too revealing of clothes.

"I'm y/n, thanks for the invite by proxy," You giggle as Megumi makes his way over to you.

"Y/n, good to see you," the spikey haired boy gives you an awkward side hug, and a little kiss on the top of your head. Satoru raises his eyebrows at the two of you and you roll your eyes. When Megumi and Nobara get distracted and head into another room you fill him in. "Megumi and I may have hooked up once or twice when we were drunk," You blush, revealing your secret that hardly anyone knew to this stranger.

"Mhmm, seems like more than once or twice," Gojo sips his drink and sighs dramatically, leaving the kitchen to you alone.

Just then the back door of the kitchen that leads to the back yard creaks open. You turn to see who it was out of instinct, and recognize the girl with the brown bob from the cafe earlier today. She carries on past you not even really looking at you with her cigarette still lit in her mouth.

You see Nobara in the living room from your spot on the kitchen and mouth to her that you're going outside to smoke. She nods and thumbs up, but it seems that Yuji also read your lips and is interested in joining you.

You head out to the backyard, very dimly lit despite the pretty lights Gojo tried to hang up to make it look more aesthetic. You pull out a dab pen and a cigarette and hold them up for Yuji to take his pick. His eyes light up at the weed pen and he takes a huge inhale.

"God Yuji, careful," you laugh and proceed to take a smaller hit.

Your laugh seems to attract the attention of another group standing outside, and you immediately quiet yourself.

"Do you have a light?" One of them asks although you can't make out names or voices and even if you could you don't know many people here.

"Yeah," you respond, digging out a baby pink lighter that has a "Daddy's Girl" sticker on it, a joke that one of your friends gave you. Hopefully its dark enough that they can't see it.

A blonde guy approaches you to grab it, "Thanks, we have some seats over here if you guys want." Yuji happily follows but you're a little apprehensive. However they do have a firepit going so it is a little brighter over there.

"I'm Kento, this is my boyfriend Yu," the two introduce themselves, lighting their cigs at the same time with your lighter. You take another small hit of your pen as the brunette one comments, "Nice lighter." It makes you cough on your smoke a bit but eventually turns into laughter, "Thank you," You smile grabbing it back from them.

Yuji seems to be a little high from his rather large puff earlier, and you ask, "I'm going to go check on Nobara, you need anything?" He smiles and shakes his head and starts some conversation about an underground fight club with the two guys as you walk back inside. You enter back into the kitchen, grabbing another drink and heading into the living room where you last saw Nobara. She is having a heart to heart with some girl that graduated last year that you know of named Maki. They both have been drinking and just are smiling and agreeing with everything the other says.

She suddenly turns to you when she realizes you're standing there, "Your lover, he's here." She abruptly turns back around ignoring your inquiry of who she is referring to. You see Gojo and Megumi talking in the kitchen and decide to go talk to them instead of standing there looking awkward. You couldn't see from the angle you were at, but the brunette bob cigarette girl was also standing with them chatting.

Gojo waves you over to the conversation, putting a playful arm around your shoulders. "So sweetheart," Satoru starts, slurring his words a little more than he was the last time you talked to him, "Were trying to place bets on who's going to hook up with who tonight."

"Shoko has money on Suguru and Yuki, Megumi bets on Nobara and Yuji, and me, well I have money on you and Megumi." The four of you errupt in laughter and yelling over top of each other of who is correct.

"What are we arguing about?" Another voice asks that just came into the kitchen. You turn to see who it is with Gojo's arm still loosely hanging onto you.

"Suguruuuu" Satoru coos, "Finally joined the party! Shoko here thinks you're going to hook up with Yuki tonight."

"Like hell," he mutters looking to see who his best friends choice of girl is for the evening, before his eyes land on you. You can't help but drop your jaw at the beautiful barista from the cafe standing in front of you. It looks like he just showered, wet hair which is half up half down, and you can smell the fresh body wash radiating off of him.

"Who'd you bet Satoru?" Suguru questions, still having his eyes focused on you.

"I bet little miss y/n here and her boy toy Megumi." He responds and your cheeks flush at the fact this beautiful man may think you're not interested because of Gojo's fat mouth.

"Who'd you bet on?" Shoko asks directed towards Geto.

"I'll have to get back to you on that," he turns to get a drink from the cooler before taking a step outside, you assume to smoke.

You excuse yourself from under Satoru's arm, leaving him Megumi and Shoko to talk about more random gossip. Heading to the backdoor, you try to build up some courage to introduce yourself to this Geto guy. Much to your dismay, as you are walking out of the door in your own thoughts, another person was coming through the door to go inside but was a lot more solid than you. Bouncing back onto your ass you giggle, "I'm so so sorry, I wasn't paying attention," you look up to meet the amber eyes you've been thinking about for the past week. It feels like the wind has gotten knocked out of you seeing how close your faces were with him grabbing your hand to help you up.

“I’m sorry, didn’t mean to knock you over like that,” he slightly laughs. “I’m just grabbing a lighter,” letting go of your hand holding the door open.

“Oh I have one here!” You pull it out of your pocket kicking yourself for showing it to someone else again. Well maybe it will at least start a conversation. You hand it to him and he lights his cigarette, not making a comment and hands it back to you. You also decide to light a cigarette, trying your best to look cool doing it but because of the wind you’re having a little trouble. Suguru sticks up his hand to block the wind for you. His damn hands. It’s like as big as your face up close and you say “thanks” with the cigarette hanging out of your mouth now lit.

“Y/n? Is that your name?” He breaks the silence first.

“Yes, are you Suguru?” You ask sweetly back

“Suguru Geto, the one, the only, barista extrodinaire,” he laughs and draws a puff.

“I like your laugh.” You blurt out, now realizing your judgement is a little impaired from your weed alcohol and nicotine pairing. “Sorry that just kind of came out.”

“That’s okay,” he stares at you with kind eyes ashing his cigarette against Gojos house.

“Did you like the matcha today?” He asks after you don’t respond.

“Actually no,” you bust out laughing, “I don’t like matcha I was just distracted when she was ordering.”

“Distracted by what?” He asks.

“You,” you realize how close your faces are and how intimate the moment is with your glowing cigarettes and how intoxicating the mix of his smell is.

He nods and smirks at your response, glancing down at your lips. “I think I want to get to know you more y/n.”

You gather all the courage that you haven’t had with this man for the past few days and put it all in your lips and lean in to kiss him. He kisses back, graciously, putting his hand against the back of your head as you place your hand on his hard pec. He depends the kiss, moving his lips passionately before entering his tongue into your mouth. His free hand wraps around your waist.

Just as things are getting intense you hear Nobara squeal in the kitchen, “GOJO LOOK!” You both break the kiss laughing, but still pressed up against him.

“I think I may know who my bet is on for tonight,” he winks and gives you another kiss, making your knees weak and release a tiny whimper into his mouth. You pray he didn’t hear it, but instead he asks, “needy daddy’s girl?”

You feel your cheeks grow so warm and cover your face with your hands. “Just kidding pretty girl, your lighter was cute though.”

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reblogs and comment for a part 2 ?? 🤭🤭

[iznsfw]

I can't help but to imagine Eunbi in "ESPER" is tied to your Oneiric Theater series 😂

An Eye for an Eye is a great read. I like the lore being slowly built up. Hope the reader has more negotiation power in the future and makes it out alive😅

Also, I love the dynamic between Eunbi and Sakura.

(shout out to Eunbi's birthmark)

"It's only a matter of time they discovers us here. You'll go lead the the girls out of here" Eunbi draws her gun from the holster strapped to her thigh.

You tried to look away but it's too late, you're erected in the middle of your mission.

"Now's not the... come here" Eunbi sighs in defeat and signals you over.

How would she provide support so that you can continue your mission?😉

Remedy

IZ*ONE's Kwon Eunbi x Male Reader Quickie

1754 words

Guess I'm back to my usual schedule. Now you know why some of my replies take so long ;)

I write too much Eunbi, but I'm not changing that one bit lol.

Thanks for the ask and feedback frisky! Here's 1754 words I tried to make look decent. Also for the other readers, please check out the Esper music video. Really good *** material iykwim ;)

"Can't believe I'm doing this…" Eunbi mutters, her face almost as red as her lipstick. "How could you let yourself get BFH at this time?"

She drags you like a stroller bag to a hidden place, while your legs melt like noodles beneath you. You have become very weak from BFH, the rare yet notorious disease overtaking the kingdom, easily ignited by a pretty girl with pretty legs to match—specifically, Kwon Eunbi.

Following her with light steps, dizziness makes the world spin. You know this isn't the right time to get in a particular mood for your wife, but you can't help yourself. Not after seeing her pretty shoulders revealed by the low-hanging white dress and the tight strap sealed around her delicious-looking thighs. God, you could turn into a philosopher at just describing her.

I know that I know nothing excepting my lover's goddamned thighs—

You shake your head. Stop it. Right now, philosophers aren't needed in the kingdom; the king needs soldiers and fighters to help protect the nation. That is why you and Eunbi are here after all.

You whimper, even as she rushes you into one of the cells of the palace brig, pushing you to the wall and undoing your pants. Even more heat gathers in your body just by glancing at Eunbi. It's like your hands won't stop itching until they get to touch her.

Or taste her, your cocky mind adds. You lick your lips like a vampire at the sight of Eunbi's pretty pale thighs.

You begin jittering like broken glass. Everything becomes nonexistent and meaningless; nothing would ever have meaning until you get to touch Eunbi.

Eunbi with her pretty eyes that she had hidden with the masquerade mask at the enemy kingdom's party. Eunbi with her carved shoulders and collarbone everyone couldn't keep their eyes off of. Eunbi with her delicious legs and thighs you can never get enough of, no matter how many times you've touched her.

The lust runs high in your blood. As she sits beside you on the stiff prison bed, you realize that you can no longer hold yourself back.

"E-Eunbi. Eunbi-ya."

She is still caressing your hair, wiping the beaded sweat on your brow concernedly and undoing the first three buttons of your top. But then her eyes meet yours.

"Yes?" she asks worriedly.

"I'm sorry, darling," you tell her honestly. You kiss her cheek as an apology. "I can't take it anymore."

"It's okay. I know what you want to do. Just—"

She never got to finish her sentence. Once you hear her assured consent, you rush at her with lust-driven hands. They grab furiously onto her slim waist and lift her onto your lap. All while you grope her tits and her firm ass from beneath the lacy skirts of her dress, your lips meet hers.

Now it's Eunbi's turn to whimper helplessly. Your tongue, after getting a taste of her mouth, has now wandered to the curve of her jaw and the crooks of her shoulders. Her powdery scent invades your nostrils while you attack her neck with love-lust bites and kisses.

"Oh, oh my god." Eunbi can barely keep up with your wildness. With each kiss and grab done unto her luscious body, her face turns redder and redder. She squeals in surprise when you trail your fingers to her inner thighs. "Ahh, be careful, baby, please."

Her cries of pleasure rile you up even more, but you don't want to hurt her. "Shit, Eunbi, I'm so sorry. I—"

"It's okay. Just, just don't take off the dress, please. And make it quick; we still need to do a lot of things."

You can't take off the dress? Bummer that you won't be able to see her banger body in its full nude glory, but you understand the situation well enough to know the limits she has to set.

"O-Okay. I'm sorry." You pull Eunbi up and pin her to the wall. Your shoes are rough against the dusty prison floor.

Look down into her face and you can see blushed arousal, her lips turned down into a frustrated pout. But guilt nudges at the back of your mind; you feel bad for touching her at a time where the two of you can't do it completely, and she's already being kind letting you cure yourself of the BFH! How did you ever end up with her?

"There you go." You press a kiss to her forehead, so tenderly compared to what you are about to do. "Why don't I return the favor in advance, Eunbi, hm? Prepaid load type of shit?"

Eunbi tilts her head in confusion like a confused bunny, but she immediately gets what you mean when she feels your digits  stroke her folds. Her knees buckle, and she whines needily at how good it feels. How good and overwhelming it feels to have your fingers caress the overly sensitive bud in between her folds.

She lets out a broken cry of pleasure. Her juices lubricate your fingers enough to take the next step in giving back to Eunbi: a swift ram of your fingers inside her.

"Haaaah!" Her well-needed bite on your shoulder sparks a mixture of euphoric pain into your system. She shuts her eyes tightly and lets out a soft mewl, circling her hips on your literally fulfilling digits stimulating her. "I can't, baby, it feels so—!"

Eunbi clings onto you for support; her own legs are failing her, giving up on their purpose because of the overwhelming pleasure. She hugs you tightly as you continue your savage violation of her tight pussy, one thigh slung on your other hand to spread her further.

It was a selfless decision for you to get your wife to an orgasm before yourself, the one with the disease, but it's somehow a fifty-fifty situation: she gets her stress from the mission relieved, while you get yourself even more turned on by the sounds of her wanton sobs. And you see that it was a good decision; her moans are like fuel to your heightening fire, and with every second that passes, you are more overcome by the urge to devour her whole.

"Ah, ah, fuck," Eunbi tries to keep her curses hushed. She's humping desperately on your quick-paced fingers, fucking herself repeatedly with them even as her wetness begins to flood your hand and drip to the floor. She leans against your chest and closes her eyes in endurance. "Mmh, faster. Just a little more, baby, please."

She becomes even more demanding, even more needy, and she absolutely arcs her back when you attack her beautiful neck again.

Squirming in sensitivity, she finally reaches her high. Her walls squeeze your fingers so tightly it almost hurts, and she muffles her elongated scream into your chest.

"Ahh," Eunbi sighs as clings onto you for support as your fingers complete the task of drawing an orgasm out of her. She kisses the side of your head before her own throws back as a result of the violent orgasm. "Mmm, thank you, b-baby. I-It's your turn to cum, okay? You're still not cured."

"Alright. Thanks, Eunbi."

"N-No, not there, please," she asks meekly when you spread her legs to put yourself in. Her cheeks are a sheepish red. "I'm too sensitive. You can try my mouth instead, okay? I'm sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry for," you assure her as she kneels down. "Open up, please."

Your fingers curl around her chin while your thumb gently urges her lips apart. Her big eyes gaze at you with anticipation, her hands tidily fit together on her lap.

She whimpers audibly when your cockhead first slips through her mouth. You caress her hair to assure her while gently putting in more, so that tongue could slide against the underside of your cock and your tip meets the tightness of the entrance of her throat.

Eunbi inhales through her nose, her shuddering breaths fanning your dick. She begins to whine again when you start to move, letting your dick further down her throat till her nose touches your stomach. It's difficult; she keeps gagging and causes her throat to contract around you. But with a few more down, it's all in.

She looks at you with bright teary eyes, hands curled around the lapels of her dress and drool rolling from her mouth.

"Fuck, that's a good girl." The thoughts of the war no longer cross your eyes as you gaze at Eunbi's innocent eyes looking up at you while she struggles to take your cock. "You look so pretty like this."

The blush on her cheeks is undeniable. "Thernk yerw" is her garbled reply. She places her hands on your thighs and leans forward, your cock hitting the back of her throat again. Then she lets your tip slide against her cheek repeatedly and causes your dick to make an imprint on her cheek. She makes sure to massage the sides and base of your rod with her tongue and heavy pants as well, before sucking on the head like you have done to her neck.

"Oh fuck, Eunbi," you sigh. The suction of her lips with the added licks of her tongue just gets you to the edge. "Ah, I'm going to cum, babygirl. Where should I…?"

She taps on her lips. You nod to show her you understand her wordless signs. As she lets you use her throat to get off, blowing you messily but with measured movements, you ejaculate right where she wanted you to: her warm wet mouth. As the semen covers the insides of her cheeks and tongue with white fluid, Eunbi becomes teary-eyed, running out of air.

She lets you see your work with a sticking-out of her tongue. You would have taken a picture if the cameras weren't confiscated by the council: Eunbi, gazing up at you with eyes swimming with tears, sticking her tongue out showing off how you used her mouth.

Then she swallows it all, not a drop left.

Immediately the heavy feeling leaves your body. You have just been cured. Your hands tickle the underside of Eunbi's chin. "Good girl. Thank you."

"No problem. Let's go now. We still have to save the girls." She rises from the dirty brig floor and kisses your cheek. "And after all this, I'll let you use my pussy as much as you like."

[jazz-miester]

Hi, It's the anon who requested the part 2 of the optimus/reader/elita - one continuation post. I'm here again because I really liked the fluff that you provided in the second one and I was wondering if you could do a part 3 continuation but with nsfw in it, please? If not, in the sense that you can't do it, more of the heart warming fluff would be fine. Thank you and I love your style of writing and the other transformer fics that you do

If I am to have you, what then? Part 3

Pairing: Optimus x Reader x Elita

Reader type: Gender Neutral bot

Song: Moment's silence (Common tongue) - Hozier

Warnings: Smut lol.

An: Heya! I'm glad that you like my stuff this much lol. It's honestly pretty friggin cool! I'm hope you like this one as well! And that this was what you meant lol.

Elita had something on her processer. This much you know. From the mischievous tug on her end of the bond to the glimmer in her optics.

You say nothing. Not a word. Instead choosing to focus on the data pad in your servos. Such little free time the three of you had and rarely was it together.

You were leaning back on the cushioned chair in your shared berth room. One arm slung over the back of it. Legs spread apart as you grew more and more comfortable.

Elita thought you look quite sweet like this. Relaxed enough to let your guard down around her. It took so long for you to be able to do this and she relished every bit of this.

To the languid curves of your thighs. The rounded edges of your chest. The thickness in your torso and arms. Promise of power and safety.

She most liked the way the tip of your glossa peeked out from between your lips anytime you lost yourself in the data pads you read. A smile grew on hers when you glanced up and quirked a brow ridge skywards.

"Can I help you, Elita? Or do you always stare at others for fun?" She laughed.

"Only if they look as sweet as you." She laughed brightly at the flush across your faceplates. So easy to fluster you were.

"I. Thank you?" You glanced down at the data pad then back up to Elita. Who, in fact, is still staring.

A sudden tug has you knowing exactly what she was after in this moment. If it weren't already for the way she was walking towards you.

Her servo curves over your chest as she straddles your lap. A soft kiss pressed into your lips.

Your hands place themselves on her hips. Curving up towards her waist. Your lips find her jaw. A soft sigh leaving her as she traces a seam on your armor.

Her hips move over yours. Your thighs jittering with the movement, Spreading further apart as your sensor nets light up.

Elita's servo trails further down. Digits fluttering over the bio lights on your stomach plating. Your face flushes once again and you pull her close to you. Pressing your lips against hers. Denta clashing.

Sweet. So sweet she tastes.

Your fields begin to arc. Dancing between your platings.

Her servo stops in its decent. Pressed against your heated interface array. Elita pulls back slightly. Lips still touching your own.

"May I." She asks. Your vents stutter. Trying to pull in air to cool down your heating frame.

"Please." It comes out strained. "Please." Soft. Whispered. Desperate.

Elita smiles and kisses you once more. Glossa pulling yours out.

Your interface array pulls back. Spike pressurizing embarrassingly quick.

Ever so slowly Elita descends downwards. Lips trailing over your jaw. Along your neck and nipping sensitive cabling. Over your chest and above your rapidly thrumming spark. Along your stomach plating. Her servos on either side of your torso.

Primus she is moving so slowly. Lighting a fire in your chest that only she could put out. Your legs shake as she spreads her servos over either thigh. Pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh.

Her optics trained on you. Only you.

Just the two of you in this moment.

No worries.

Nothing.

She presses a kiss dangerously close to your spike. A strangled moan catching in your throat.

The moment she swallows you is the moment you lose yourself.

Your helm falls back. Your servos ball and fist. A moan, deep and low, rumbles in your chest.

Fire lights in your sensor net. So heavy and intense your optics shutter closed.

Your hips roll despite your best efforts and you feel the smug joy coming from Elita.

Your helm comes back up in time for the doors to open.

Optimus filling the doorway. Mask already gone. Frame venting.

A grin forms on his lips. The doors close and he leans against them.

Your face flushes and burns. But you don't want this to stop.

Primus your don't want it to stop.

"This is a welcomed sight." Were the only words he spoke.

You close your optics again trying to find something to focus on. Whimpers, to your chargin, spill past your lips.

A coil builds low in your abdomen. Heat spreading.

"Elita." You speak her name. Low and breathy. Your vents stutter and restart. You feel servos on your shoulders. Then coming up to cup your jaw.

"Please. I." Your servo grasps hers and your helm is pulled back. Lips against yours.

The coil breaks. Spills.

Her name catches in your throat in the midst of your overload.

You pull her up as your high goes down. Frame trembling as you pull her into your lap once more. Kissing her. Tasting yourself on her glossa.

You could hear an amused laugh behind you and you look up. Helm tilting back.

"Took you long enough." Elita laughs out.

"Perhaps. Prowl wanted to go over the field reports again. I wasn't able to leave until he was done."

You groan. "Primus. The last thing I wanna talk about right now are more reports." They both laugh.

"And what would you have?" Optimus asks. You snort.

"You inside me if I could." Your faceplates heat. Despite everything with the three of you being so forward still flustered you.

You bounce your leg.

"And her sitting on my faceplates." Elita grins all but jumps off your lap as Prime lifts you up.

"I believe that can be arranged My Spark."

You are on your back before you realize. Optimus settling himself between your thighs. Your legs wrap around his waist as Elita smiles above you.

You pull her as close as you could. Servos wrapped around her hips.

You tease her as she had done you. Pressing your lips close to her valve but not quite. Before she could speak though you finally do. Dragging your glossa between her folds.

So sweet she tastes.

"Slagging Primus." You mutter. Lips wrapping around her node. A free servo trailing to press inside her.

Elita sings high and clear. Legs shaking.

A curse leaves your lips as Optimus finally presses into you. Slowly at first. Your calipers stretching to fit him. Your hips buck only to be stopped by him. Servos digging firmly into your hips.

Your fields intermingle. Sending feedback loops of pleasure and want. Of desperation and satisfaction.

But mostly singing with love. Of care.

Arcs spark between the three of you.

Names are uttered and cried.

Each of you fall one by one.

Your body falls limp. Elita choosing to collapse on top of you. Optimus laying next to you. Servo twined with yours.

Words are passed between you.

Each of you care for one another. In cleaning. In refuling.

A gathering of blankets as you curl up with one another.

Something so sweet shared between you. Something worth more than words.

[philograce]

Sweet Antics

Pairing: Eren x fem!Reader

General info: 18+, just a random blurb thingy

Warnings: NSFW, minors look away pls, slight choking kink, praising kink?

Summary: you are Eren’s lovely girlfriend who comes to him for help, for a service that only he can provide.

Proofread: NOPE.. who u think I am??

(**LORDD IM ABOUT TO BUST- anywho this is my first nsfw 😳 so don’t be too made of it sucks lol**)

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You were pushed up against Eren, legs spread out and over his thighs, both of you were sitting on his bed him leaning on his wall.

You kept squirming and writhing, letting your eyes squeeze shut and then back open from the amount of new sensations you were experiencing.

With only a lacy pink bra on, Eren stared down at your cute blushing cheeks, he had you feeling this way without even laying his hands on you.

When you asked him to hang out at his place, you kept acting all nervous, tip toeing around what you really wanted from him.

"Eren... I need help", your voice seemed so tiny and vulnerable. Of course he was going to help you and say yes, you're his lovely girlfriend; the one he cherished and protected with all his heart.

However, Eren wasn't expecting what you'd told him, you two were sat on his bed your head laying on his chest as he stroked your hair. Your fingers playing with his.

"I-I can't get myself off... I don't know how"

This sent him over the edge, he knew you were a virgin but this? Eren knew how sensitive you were, when his fingers brushed against certain areas, or his lips kissed that sweet spot on your neck.

You further explained to him innocently about how hard it was to feel good down there. Describing how you used your fingers to rub and spread yourself but it never seemed to be good enough.

Your words were begin sent straight to Eren's dick. He practically moaned at the thought of him begin the reason why you came for the first time. So, he had you all nice and spread out. His fingers trailing your sensitive skin, his lips kissing the back of your neck as he continued to tease you.

"C'mon, tell me what you want pretty". Your hands were gripped on his thighs, hissing at Eren fingers dragging up and down the inside of your thigh. His hand snakes, gripping around your throat and giving it a slight squeeze. The sudden lack of air was giving your already hazy brain another euphoric glaze. "I-I wan't you to make me feel good".

He groaned at your words, his clothed cock rubbing gently against your ass. He released his hand from your throat, sliding it down your chest and stomach, pinching waistband of your shorts and pulling them down.

You could feel your heart hammering your chest, but the wetness just underneath your panties was overpowering them. Eren groaned at the sight of your clothed cunt, all ready so wet and just for him.

"I'm making you feel this good? Hm baby?'.

You whine at his words, his fingers ghosted right above your aching wetness. You hips jittering into him even further, feeling the hardness poking back against your asscheek sent your cheeks to turn bright pink. You didn't expect Eren to be so turned on from this, it only fueled the flame that was growing in your core.

"mmh y-yes i want more please". Your hands were pushing his biceps down trying to find any relief from his fingers. Eren quickly pushed your hands back, making them rest on his thighs. "Don't be so impatient baby, I promised I'd make you feel good...okay?"

You give him a feeble head shake, your big doe eyes looking back at his face as he trailed his fingers softly over clit. Arching your back when he suddenly pressed his whole finger down, dragging it up and down the clothed wet mess. His other fingers gripping into hips, slowly pushing your panties down and over your legs.

You give him a feeble head shake, your big doe eyes looking back at his face as he trailed his fingers softly over clit. Arching your back when he suddenly pressed his whole finger down, dragging it up and down the clothed wet mess. His other fingers gripping into hips, slowly pushing your panties down and over your legs.

The cold air against your hot cunt sent shivers down your spin. Eren could feel your body tense, he wanted nothing more than to fuck you right then. But he wanted your first orgasm to be special.

Sliding his single finger into your wet folds, gently rubbing your clit making you squirm at his touch. His wet fingers suddenly detached, you watched as he pulled his wet digits up and to his mouth licking them.

You squeeze your eyes shut, not wanting to see his already attractive face do something so sensual. Erens voice came down right next to your ear, feeling his wet lips tickling right against it.

"You taste so good (y/n)...", you gasped at his words, his fingers gently grabbing your chin pulling your face to the side to look at him. Pulling you into a open-mouthed kiss you could taste yourself on him, a slightly tart and bitter taste spreading on your tongue, when he pulled away from the kiss a trail over saliva left you both connected.

"s'embarssing", you whine again, feeling his lips curl into a smirk and his fingers slid back down to your heat. Gently rubbing your clit while his other finger teases your hole, you can't help but clench around the barely pushed in finger.

Eren finally fully slips his middle finger into your hot core, only begin knuckle deep you still clench around it causing Eren to groan out loud.

"Fuck.. you're so tight already baby", his voice mumbles out against your head. Your brain is too hazy to think properly, all you can think of his Eren and his fingers pressed against you and inside you.

Eren slowly slides in another finger, writhing around the sudden intrusion, the white pleasure was mixed with a slight burning that only fueled your wetness. He slowly began to pump his two fingers in and out of you, his thumb rubbing your clit softly. Eren loved how sensitive and tight you were, hands gripped against his thighs, hips bucking back into his when he re-entered his fingers.

This continues motion soon started to fill your stomach, letting out soft whimpers and moans, you could feel your high reaching its peak point.

"E-Eren, so I-I'm so close".

Eren continued to rub your clit while fingering you, his lips sucking the skin of your neck, he wanted you to cream all over his fingers.

"s'okay baby... let it out all for me". His words of encouragement and the feeling of his fingers deep inside you scraping that one spot, sent you over the edge. Buckling and shaking against him, you kept moaning out Erens name like it was the only thing you knew.

"Good girl..", he deeply whispered into your ear his fingers lifting out of you and bring them to his younger once again. Still hazy from your first orgasm , you could feel Erens large hands move your body to lay down.

His deep brown hair covering his face slightly as he hung over, key brushed up against your perked nipples, he gives you a deep kiss. You look at him through lidded eyes, noticing the blown out list filled look he had.

"You ready for more pretty girl?"

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(I know I’m using so many reaction pics but like.... I GOT WET TF ELSE IM SUPPOSE tO DO)

(OKAY???? BUT LIKE FIRST TIMES A CHARM? No... writing takes practice? Oh, well shit. ANAWAYS! I know I have big Eren rot but he is just so ugH- hopefully this satisfied some of u horny gremlins😃🖐)

[raging-violets]

Cadence Nash . . . let's plot-bend a bit. Nora's arrival in season 5. (I'm assuming she doesn't exist, in your flash and flame series?)

Actually...she does! That’s who Alexis is! I just changed her name and some of her background, because Barry and Iris aren’t together in my series. (If this doesn’t actually answer your question, I’m sorry! lol).

I actually have a bit of this scene written out already so I’ll copy/paste that in for you!

[Send one of my OCs + A Canon scene]

Barry stared at the ceiling, eyebrows pinched so tightly he was starting to get a headache. And yet, he didn’t move in fear of removing the arm laid gently around his midsection, hand brushing against his thigh. If he moved too much, he’d wake up Cadence, and if he woke her up, then she’d take one look at him and he’d have to explain why he had such a concentrated look on his face.

Especially when there was no explanation necessary.

He was a father.

Barry Allen was a father.

Not that he hadn’t been a father before, long before himself and others had realized it—Brady had certainly moved his way into his heart easily. Since first meeting the then eight-year-old in Jitters, who looked up at him over the muffin he demolished, only knowing Barry as his mother’s friend, and liked being around him long before he knew Barry was the Flash, Barry felt a sense of protection over the young boy that he’d quickly grew to feel was a son.

But, it was different to know he had a daughter who was, in fact, his. Especially when said daughter wasn’t supposed to exist yet. Wasn’t supposed to be known for a few decades. More importantly, the first thought that came to Barry’s mind was how was he going to explain her presence to everyone he knew and loved?

How much was there to explain when your future daughter appeared out of thin air—out of the future, from thin air—and said they were now stuck? Barry knew there was something a bit off about her when he met her at the wedding, saw his daughter for the first time and the way she grabbed his hand…

Barry gently lifted his head from his pillow, far enough to look at the ring that glistened on his left finger. Then he looked towards Cadence, who’s own finger was bare, save for the lightning bolt tattooed in its place. Nevertheless, as his wife lay on her stomach arm stretched across him, he could see the glimmer of the necklace around her neck, holding her ring.

Had it really been that long ago? He remembered it as clear as day, as if it were yesterday, as if nothing with DeVoe and his stint in prison had ever happened.

Inside the church, Barry paced, running his hands over his hair, muttering to himself. Just pre-wedding nerves. Jitters. Something that hadn’t struck him until the last five minutes. Everything needed to go perfectly. He needed to have good memories of something. Anything other than his being kicked from the CCPD and…DeVoe…and Demon…and…

“Sparkling water?”

“Excuse me?” Startled, Barry faced the waitress who stood behind him, holding a tray. She seemed to appear out of nowhere. Barry looked around, noticing the other guests all were holding onto glasses from her dwindling tray. “Oh, uh…” He hesitated. If food went through him that fast, a fact Diggle consistently wondered about, drinking too much wasn’t going to help before he got to the front of the church, either.

But he couldn’t get drunk, so that wasn’t much of an issue.

“I thought you might be a little parched,” The young woman said. She pushed her tray towards him, keeping a firm control of the pale liquid that sloshed around. “Jitters. Big day and all.” She gestured with her tray. “You’re getting married.”

“I am,” Barry agreed. He stepped back, eyeing her closely.

The young woman beamed. “Today.”

“Yes, I am. Today.”

The young woman continued to smile up at him. Her eyes sparkled, almost as if it couldn’t contain the mischief within her. Or she was laughing about something someone had told her before. Barry’s eyebrows came together. The young woman jumped at the change in his expression and offered the tray once more. “So, uh sparkling water?”

“No, uh, I’m good.” Barry waved her off. He quickly added a, “Thank you,” noticing her face fall.

Instead of going on to the next guest, the young woman continued to speak rapidly. Almost rambling. “Okay. So, uh, I’m really excited to be here. I mean, at a wedding. A-any wedding, it just so happens to be your wedding. But I’m happy. To be here. Today.”

Barry smiled a little. The energy and friendliness she exuded was unable to be ignored. She was already starting to make his nerves recede. “You…love weddings?” He guessed.

“I really do.” The young woman looked around. “I mean, this looks to be a little expensive for something of your guys’ taste. Not quite something I would’ve chosen for you. But, it’s still beautiful.” She chewed her lower lip, her smile growing wider. “I’m sure you’ll all enjoy it. You know, the whole wedding deal. Wedding day, wedding night…everything that comes with it.”

Barry could feel himself starting to blush, unsure if she realized the double entendre she managed to put into her words. “That’s cool,” was all he could manage to say, hoping no one around had the ability to read his mind.

The young woman blinked rapidly. “Not that I’m a weirdo or anything. I’m coming off weird, aren’t I?” She tapped herself on the forehead, as if reproaching herself. She sucked in a deep breath, shoulders slumping. Curling her fingers around the end of the tray she admitted, “I just love weddings. Some people call me a nerd for it.”

Her comment made Barry laugh. “Well, coming from the biggest nerd on the planet.” He gestured to himself. “I think it’s cool.”

“Thanks.” She smiled widely, obviously relieved. “I just…I don’t know. I feel like this is going to be one for the ages. I’m really glad I got to see it.”

Barry got a good look at her face. Something about her seemed to familiar. So much so, it was practically radiating off her. She looked to be an asian woman; no, he decided after a moment, biracial. Very youthful with hazel eyes that looked bluish towards the center. Her smile was wide, a mixture of what appeared to be shy and outgoing. She stood a bit shorter than him, about 5’6” if he had to guess. Hair hung low, past her shoulders in long waves.

“I…I’m sorry…” Barry tilted his head. Continued to watch her. Couldn’t shake the feeling. “Have we met before?”

“No!” The young woman jumped backwards. The sparkling water she carried threatened to slosh over. Both reached for it, but the woman expertly moved her hands and followed the momentum of the tray to keep it up. “No, I’m a complete and total stranger. So! Good luck up there.” She grasped his wrist, holding him firmly. Barry glanced down, feeling a tingling sensation run up his wrist. “Remember to say ‘’I do’.”

Despite his confusion, Barry managed to grin. “Have you been talking to Brady?” How many times had he been buzzing around him, pestering him to be sure he knew what he’d say for his vows?

“Not recently.” Once again, the young woman looked startled. Nervous. She dropped her hand from Barry’s wrist and took a large step back. “I’m sorry. I have to go.” She turned on her heel and headed to the nearest guest she could find.

If Barry were more naturally suspicious, he would’ve said something then. Asked her more questions, let him know he was onto her. Onto her about what? He wasn’t sure of at the time. But now…to know what she’d done? To know how many lives she’d put in danger? To know what she’d done to the timeline. Or what was left of it? How did he know he wouldn’t wake up that day and Brady was no longer a boy but suddenly twin boys? Or that he’d married Caitlin instead of Cadence and he hadn’t just finished some sort of an illustrious affair?

At the thought, Barry shook his head, sitting up. He raised his knees, prompting Cadence’s hand to drop from his lap, and he pressed his face into his hands. His cheeks were warm to the touch. He’d hoped he wasn’t getting sick from stress.

He replayed the conversation from before. How she, Alexis, his daughter, barged through the front door at baby Jenna’s party and explained herself, speaking rapidly and enthusiastically to Barry’s question of, “Who are you?”

Alexis smiled awkwardly at her father, placing her hand on her chest. She took in a deep breath to steady herself and said, “My name is Alexis. And I’m your daughter…” she looked to Cadence. “From the future.”

Brady nearly choked on his drink. He sputtered, turning to the side to spit a mouthful of soda to the wooden floor. Joe and Cecil were too stunned to reprimand him for damaging their floor. Brady sputtered, coughing before he finally managed to squeak, voice cracking, spitting it out and coughing hard. “You’re what?” He demanded, glancing at his mother, whose expression rivaled that of his step-father’s.  

“Okay, uh...” Alexis ran her hands through her hair. She closed her eyes, collecting herself.

Barry took the moment to looked toward Cadence, who looked back at him eyebrows lowered, lips pressed hard together. She was angry, he could tell. Not enough for smoke to come from her ears, but angry. Barry blinked in surprise. There were many things to be in the situation; shocked, confused, curious, but not angry. She took her eyes from her husband when Alexis continued.

“Let me explain.” Alexis searched the sea of confused faces, looking for a friendly face. When she found none, she cleared her throat, wringing her fingers together. “I’m Alexis Nash-Allen and I’m the fastest woman alive. Where I’m from, 30 years from now, I’m the guardian of Central City. I’m a speedster.” She smiled at Barry, a smile filled with pride. “Just like my dad. People call me Overdrive.” She then paused and shrugged. “Or Flash Fire.”

At that, Cadence raised an eyebrow. Barry looked to her again. This time she was less angry and more curious. No, Barry understood now. She was watching Alexis closely, trying to determine whether she was telling the truth. He could see his wife’s eyes gently and subtly flicker back and forth over Alexis’s face hoping to find anything that’d prove her to be untrustworthy.

Alexis seemed not to notice as she continued. “Every day, I hope to live up to the legacy of the Flash.” She shrugged once more. “But I’ve still got a long way to go.” Silence punctuated the end of her speech. She looked at the sea of faces once more, smiling, giggling nervously.

Finally, Barry broke the silence. “You’re our daughter?”

“From the future?” Cadence asked to make sure.

“Named Alexis?” Barry continued.

Alexis smiled and nodded.

“Does anybody need a refill?” Cisco’s sudden and loud question broke the stunned silence that followed her admission. He jumped when all eyes turned to glare at him. “Just me?” He squeaked. “No one else?” He practically melted into the couch as he slouched. “A-are you sure? Okay, just me then.” He got up from the couch and headed towards the refreshments. He paused, glanced at Alexis, and grabbed a bottle of champagne, pressing it against his lips to take on a large, gulping swallow.

Alexis, on the other hand, continued to grin around the room. “Cisco Ramon,” she gushed. “Always cutting the tension with a well-timed joke.”

Caitlin finally came from her deep freeze as she listened to the future speedster. “You know our names?” She asked, voice soft with confusion.

“Of course!” Alexis replied. “I know all of you!” She gestured toward Caitlin and Ralph. “Caitlin Snow, my mom’s best friend. Ralph Dibny, my dad’s annoyance.” Ralph turned to Barry with a look that read ‘Really, Rookie?’ while Barry simply opened and closed his mouth like a gaping fish. Alex motioned to Joe and Cecile. “Papa Joe, Mama Cecile, Little Auntie Jenna, Uncle Wally, Aunt Iris, and of course.” She beamed at Brady. “My big brother, Brady!”

Brady paled, looking like he was about to pass out. He turned to Cadence, who looked back at him, their faces screwed up in identical expressions of confusion. He turned back to his future sister, looking at her suspiciously.

“And your nickname is…Overdrive?” Wally asked. His voice sounded curious, but hesitant. Almost as if he were trying to test her name roll off the tip of his tongue.

“Uh, not really.” Alexis waved a finger in the air. “I mean, it is. Sort of. Overdrive is what some of the people of Central City call me. But some others call me Flash Fire…after my mom,” Alexis said, casting Cadence a look out the side of her eye. “Because I’m also a fire meta.”

Caitlin’s head jutted forward at the casual comment. “I’m sorry, what? A what?”

Barry lifted his hand to cover his mouth, then let out a sharp breath, running a hand through his hair. A speedster and a fire meta. A meta-hybrid. The first they’d ever come across. Just as Brady was the first half-meta any of them knew about.

Alexis ignored Caitlin and continued. “And, well, Overdrive makes sense. It’s sort of a nickname you guys gave me. Because, I always move so fast. I always move in overdrive. I’ve always been like that, overdoing things, getting in over my head.” She twisted her mouth to the side, kicking at the floor. “Like, recently. Like, when I helped you break, the STAR Labs satellite last night.” Barry’s eyebrows as his eyes widened. “I just couldn’t help myself from getting involved. But something happened when I did, because I can’t seem to go fast enough to open the speed force.”

Ralph loudly, made a disgusting sound that, maybe, could’ve sounded like someone clearing their throat. Jenna whimpered, her face scrunching up as Cecile quickly started to bounce her. Hoping to soother her cries. “Are we talking about actual time travel here?”

Iris groaned, tilting her head back. “Do you not ever pay attention to our briefings?” She demanded. “Even once? Even a little bit?”

“Wait a minute,” Wally interrupted. “You didn’t teach him about the Legends?”

“No one said anything about time travel,” Ralph pointed out.

At that, everyone started to speak at once, their voices rising over each other’s as they tried to get answers from each other and simultaneously ask questions. All the while, Alexis stood off to the side, smiling awkwardly, intermittently waving her hand and trying to raise her voice over the din that broke out.

It wasn’t until Jenna started to cry that everyone started to calm down. Cecile quickly leapt to her feet and left the room, bouncing Jenna up and down in her arms, cooing quietly as she went.

Alexis clenched her teeth as she grimaced. She waved her hands. ‘I’m sorry, I know how bizarre this must seem meeting your daughter from the future as an adult.” She turned back and forth from her parents to her brother as she spoke rapid-fire. “It wasn’t my plan at all. But I’m kind of stuck here now, and you’re the only ones who can help me so…maybe you know what to do?”

If we knew what to do, we wouldn’t be in this mess, Barry thought. Every time I’ve ever time traveled, I’ve never been stuck there.

“You’re forgetting about Flashpoint.”

If it were any time before, Barry would’ve been startled by Cadence suddenly speaking, voice soft with sleep. But since their powers merged, they’d seemed to read each other’s mind. Not to say it was an actual ability they had, but the hard work that’d paid off after having had to learn how to work together again once Barry’d come back from the Speed Force. A quick look in the heat of battle conveyed a game plan that they’d follow to the T. They didn’t have to look at each other before flinging themselves off a roof or into a dangerous situation knowing the other would be there in that split second of free fall.

They were a unified front, and in that moment, as Cadence turned and rested her chin on her cheekbone, pressing her elbow into her pillow, he truly felt it. He didn’t have to say anything about Flashpoint out loud, didn’t have to mention any of his thoughts about Alexis and the future, and yet she knew everything he was thinking.

“Flashpoint’s the only time you’ve ever been stuck somewhere,” Cadence reminded him. “Future or past.”

“That was by choice,” Barry reminded her. He took in a deep breath. “I decided to stay. Where things were…” he trailed off, thinking of the best way to explain himself. “Different,” he finally decided. Different, because, both of his parents were alive. He had the life he wanted. And, all the same, it was one of the worst lives he could ever had. His friends weren’t his friends, the love of his life didn’t know he existed, his powers were starting to fail. And the only way he’d gotten back was from trusting the person the hated the most in the world.

“Right,” Cadence agreed. Barry’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Cadence let out a quiet sigh through her nose. She looked away for a moment. “I’m just saying it sounds weird.”

“What does?”

“All of it?” Cadence shrugged. “That she’s our daughter, that she’s from the future, that she’s stuck here. It all doesn’t make sense.”

Barry’s eyebrows furrowed even further. He looked her in the eye, searching for an explanation. She looked back at him. Silently prompting him it was his turn to speak his mind. He parted his lips, hesitated. Then rubbed at his eye. “Time travel is a tricky thing. Messing with the timeline…it can have some of the weirdest effects any of us, let alone a speedster, could imagine.”

At that, Cadence lifted an eyebrow. She slowly pushed herself into a sitting position, studying her husband. Almost in disbelief. “You believe that she’s stuck here?” Now it was Barry’s turn to shrug as he repeated, “Time travel is trick.” Cadence conceded that point, “Time travel is tricky, it’s dangerous, it affects a lot of things, but no one’s ever gotten stuck anywhere. Other than Eobard Thawne and the only reason he got stuck here was because his Tachyon device made it so he lost his connection to the Speed Force and it kept him stuck here. Alexis doesn’t seem to have that problem at all.”

“We don’t know that.”

“But it’s convenient, don’t you think?” Cadence insisted. “And you’re already saying she’s our daughter?”

“Did you see her? Yellow lightning like mine, a fire trail like yours? It’s definitely her.”

“But?”

“But, I agree with you, I think we need to send her back to her time.”

[petersvibes]

younger now - p.p. blurb

thatonesoftgrungegirl asked: ‘Shut the hell up Parker and kiss me’ with definitely not Peter Parker nooo ehehhe lol sarcasm is one of my many talents

song: younger now - miley cyrus

pairing: peter parker x fem!reader

warnings: none

You feel like you’ve been waiting for him to come back for hours, even though according to Parker time, (where he’s always at least 30 minutes late to everything,) he’s practically punctual. You’ve spent the better half of the past hour biting your lip and furiously pulling at your fingers, just from the pure stress alone. In his defense, ever since you first met, Peter has been taking it easy, dividing his time more equally between being Spider-Man and being Peter Parker, but when you started dating it slowly became not enough for you. Peter’s wellbeing has been creeping higher and higher on the list of your main concerns and with each day you spend together, the thought of him getting hurt becomes increasingly unbearable. 

Frustratedly, you throw your face into his pillow, letting out an exasperated sigh as you glance at the glaringly bright red numbers on his clock. 9:30. You’re tempted to call him again, but for some reason, only your anxieties can explain, you’re afraid that if he’s in a serious situation at this very moment, your call would only distract him and put him into more danger. Letting all paranoia run wild would usually start about an hour into waiting for him, but for some reason, it feels like your heart is slowly being crushed with each passing second. Of course, Peter is not in any dire situation; he simply got caught up avoiding a major traffic accident and is only moments from walking into his bedroom, but alas, you don’t know that. 

His door swings open only five minutes later and an exhausted Peter trudges through, taken by surprise for a second when he notices a curled up body in his bed. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in when you see a blur of red and blue in the corner of your eye, sitting back up and settling at the edge of his bed. 

Peter’s demeanor softens as soon as he sees you, despite your visible anguish. “Hi, sweet peach.” He starts, padding across the floor with open arms. He reaches for you, quite innocently, but you gently push his hands away, glaring at the cute pouty look on his face. 

“Don’t ‘sweet peach’ me.” You scold, crossing your arms and hugging yourself tightly. 

The glare you give him stops him in his tracks. Peter frowns, dropping to his knees at the edge of his bed. “What’s wrong (Y/N)?” He asks, trying to remember if he had done anything recently that would potentially piss you off. He was thirty minutes late, sure, but he thought you understood tardiness was not always something he could help. 

You huff, avoiding his gaze before collapsing on his bed dramatically, your arm crossing over your eyes as you groan again. You don’t know why you’re acting like this, or if you even want to be near him, but you physically can’t go. Peter, bewildered, takes a seat next to you, interlacing your hands and pressing a kiss to your warm skin. Even in your emotionally mixed state, your cheeks are coated in flush. 

“Leave me alone.” You mumble, even though both of you know you don’t mean it. 

Peter gazes at you, an adoring smile playing on his lips. “That’s kinda hard to do peach. You’re kinda in my bed right now.” Hearing your annoyed groan, he kisses your hand again, longer and gentler this time, trying to convey his boiling affection through this simple gesture. If kissing you a thousand times would be enough to make you understand just how much he cares for you, he would do it without question. “What’s wrong?” He murmurs, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to the little exposed part of your cheek. 

“I’m mad at you.“ You drop your arms to your sides, squeezing your eyes shut. "Very mad.” You add weakly. 

Peter frowns. “Why are you mad at me?" He asks again, carefully brushing your hair behind your ears. When you lean into his touch, he knows you’re not genuinely angry, but he entertains you anyway. 

"You’re always making me worried.” Your voice cracks and he feels a pang course through his chest. 

“If you keep frowning, your face is gonna be stuck like that forever.” He teases, kissing away the little crinkle between your eyebrows. You giggle and push his cheek again, only this time he doesn’t pull away and he peppers kisses all over your face, hoping that’ll boost your mood. In truth, it does, but you’re not quite ready to admit that yet. Peter pulls away with a smile on his face and a peek of blush on his ears. 

“I’m serious.” You grumble, sitting back up and crossing your legs, hoping the expression on your face is enough to clue him in on what you’re feeling. “I was worried about you.” You insist, toying with the matted chestnut curls at the back of his head. They’re silky and smooth underneath your fingers and as you lightly scratch his scalp, he hums in delight. He quickly leans into you, pressing a long kiss to your soft cheeks. 

“I wasn't that late.” He murmurs, stroking the skin on your lower back under your, well his, thick sweater. His touch still manages to ignite your skin with every stroke and you exhale through your mouth, the air in the room feeling thick and heavy as you feel tears welling up.

“I'm always worried about you.” You confess, your heart aching. “You go out and be Spider-Man and wait in your room, pacing like a crazy person because I’m thinking about you. Scared you won’t come home.” 

Peter stares at you for a moment, pure awe taking over from the sheer honesty in your words. He gathers your hand in his, pressing a long kiss to the soft skin as he locks his eyes with yours. “I’ll always come home.”

"But what if you don’t?” You ask, squeezing his hand. Under the intensity of his eyes, you feel small, your voice barely above a whisper as you force yourself not invest yourself in the contemplation. “I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you." You watch as Peter tilts his head, his eyes sparkling as he listens to your words. 

Peter coos, reaching across your legs and wrapping his strong arms around your slumped shoulders, pulling you into his chest. A small, slightly sad smile plays on his lips, you can feel it as he presses chaste kisses atop your head. "And leave the girl I love behind? Never.” He jokes, rubbing your back soothingly as he rocks your bodies slowly. You weakly slap his chest, but your heart undeniably flutters in spite of your mood. 

Closing your eyes, you listen to Peter’s calm heartbeat in your ear and feel his warmth radiate through his layers of clothing. For a few moments, the two of you are silent, save for quiet kisses Peter plants atop your head. Although he would never admit it to you, he’s just as terrified as you are. But for him, it’s not a fear that he’ll never come home, but that with all your worry, he’ll end up losing you. He holds onto you like you’ll disappear from his arms, praying to a higher power that he never will. 

Finally, you tilt your head upwards, gazing up at him dreamily. He rests his palm on your cheek, the corners his lips upturning. You pucker your lips expectantly, but he shakes his head, tapping your nose lightly with the tip of his finger. 

Peter quirks his brow. “Not until you tell me you love me.” He bemuses, laughing as you make a face. 

"Kiss me first.” You retort, puckering your lips again. 

He shakes his head, peppering kisses all over your face with loud smacks that makesyou burst out into quiet giggles, the sound glorious in Peter’s ears. Feeling his lips press at the corners of your lips, you groan, but just as you’re about to capture his lips in yours, he pulls away with a satisfied smirk on your face. 

“Not until you tell me you love me.” He repeats, and you roll your eyes, your eyes bright as you look up at him. 

Sighing, you pull away from his chest, adjusting your body so that you’re fully facing him. Looking into his eyes, you push the thoughts of losing those pretty browns away, choosing instead to focus on the now. Your now, is here, on Peter’s bed on a cold wintery evening, so deeply enamored with him that it’s probably alarming, but you could never bring yourself to leave. Slowly, you drape your arms around his neck, interlacing your fingers at the base of his neck. With just as many jitters now as you had when you said it for the first time, you speak to Peter from the depths of your heart. 

“I love you.” You say, Peter’s eyes lighting up as he grins bashfully. He wraps his arms around your back, pulling you back in so that your lips are merely centimeters away from his. 

With a twinkle in his eyes and a flush of the cheeks reminiscent of red roses, he mumbles against your lips. “I love you too.”