#pause for drum effect

[viewlumia]

Behold, my least favorite line in the entirety of Ninjago!

[whispersfromaeons]

SNEAKY | a poly! wade wilson x reader x logan howlett fic.

synopsis - the consequences of sending a nude to your boyfriends.

tw - nsfw, afab reader, she/her pronouns and fem terms used for reader, threesome, double blowjob, fingering, anal, p in v, unsafe sex / no condom used, you take them both at the same time, pre-established relationship. wc 2.2k.

Dating both Wade and Logan naturally led you to do some rather bold actions that you otherwise would probably not have done in the first place. Just their little effect on you, one could say.

It was so lonely, so utterly quiet in the bedroom you shared with them. In your defense, you couldn’t really help it. Blame it on the fact that you were ovulating, and that their constant absence from the house due to their ongoing tasks did naught but rile you up. It made you feel a little guilty, deep within somewhere, for not being patient enough for them.

But hey, a small surprise wouldn’t really hurt, yeah?

That’s how you found yourself in front of the mirror, contemplating over your actions while your fingers tugged your shirt upwards, revealing your tits, nipples clearly hard. With only half of your face visible in the camera — thank the lords, you didn’t want them to see how flushed you were — you snapped a picture, pausing for a good second. Did you really just do that? Yes.

Opening the groupchat you had with your boyfriends, you attached this picture alongside a sweet text: Miss you ♡.

-

It was almost embarrassing how fast Wade and Logan had arrived at the house after that, taking only about an hour or two. You were concerned that they had ditched their mission, though instead of listening to your questions, they simply grabbed a hold of you.

“Such a naughty fuckin’ girl. Temptin’ us while we’re doin’ important things, hm?” Logan was the first one to grab your waist by his calloused hands, a stern look flashing in his eyes that perfectly blended in with the visible arousal. You were sure that if you were to look down, you would see a clear imprint of his erection, though you simply felt frozen, too captivated by his eyes.

“Mhm, couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw your text, baby. S’not good for me to get hard in the middle of a fight, y’know. Had to finish the bad guys quickly just for ya.” Wade’s voice rang behind you, feeling his body pressing against your back, clothed bulge nuzzling against your ass. Though you couldn’t see his face due to facing Logan, you knew that he was probably sending mischievous gazes to the other man, both having formed a plan you were unbeknownst of.

Though none of them looked to be bleeding, there was a significant strong scent of their musk that made your head a bit dizzy. It made you want to nuzzle your face in between their arms and just relax there, though you didn’t open your mouth, too busy squirming in between their bodies that were now both at your front and back, sandwiching you.

“I just… missed you both a lot.” The pout on your lips made Wade coo in adoration, quick to lift his mask off so he could press soft kisses against your cheek, scarred lips caressing your lips. Logan on the other head was too stubborn to show any affection, his grip on your waist instead tightening up.

“Don’t think we’re goin’ to let you off the hook so easily, bub.” Grunting, Logan pulled you away from Wade and proceeded to push you down on the bed, making you clumsily land on your ass. Somehow, it made you feel accomplished due to the way you had managed to rile him up so much. His sternness did nothing but make you all the more wet, hearing your heartbeat drumming in your ears.

Both men shared a quick look before unbuckling their pants simultaneously. Wade took his entire spandex bodysuit off, keen on flaunting his scarred muscular physique, whereas Logan kept his top on, getting rid of his pants alongside his undies. The sight of their cocks hanging, fully hard and all because of you, made you flush vibrantly. Any attempt to look away went to vain since Wade was quickly to grip your jaw, tutting. “Nah, nah, nah! You’re gonna suck off Wolvie and I together. You can, can’t you?” With that teasing grin on his face, all you wanted to do was punch him out of pure shyness at the moment.

After a few seconds, you nodded, eyes focusing onto the two cocks in front of you. Alas, as you expected, it was hard to keep a straight mind — not when their beefy thighs were literally on your face, the scent of their cocks thick yet not entirely unpleasant. Leaning in, both of your hands reached to grab the bases of their cock, Logan’s slightly thicker than Wade’s, pressing the tips together, your warm mouth soon gently licking them. The salty taste of precum was quick to flood your mouth, a clear sign of the condition your single picture left them in. Your heart jumped at the thought, unable to suppress a smile.

Your licks soon grew into more confident long stripes, occasionally taking in Logan’s tip in your mouth before moving to Wade, drool sliding down your chin. You could hear their soft pants and grunts from above, Logan’s fingers tangled into your hair tightly while Wade’s hand rested against the side of your face. Your lips and lower chin were so wet, smeared with drool and their precum, though you continued, both hands steadily rubbing their lengths. “Pretty girl… All messy just for us.” Logan huffed from above, trying to shove his cock fully into your mouth. Though you could not fit both of them at the same time, you attempted to pay full attention to both of them.

It wasn’t long until their orgasms washed over them, Wade cumming a few seconds before Logan, a delirious moan leaving his lips as he spurted thick strings of cum on your face, followed by Logan who came all over your chest, dirtying your shirt. You couldn’t even complain, too dedicated to licking their tips clean, a soft whimper unknowingly leaving your lips at the salty taste of their cum.

“Ah, she cleans us so well, doesn’t she?” Wade snickered at Logan, reaching for the other man to pull him into a brief kiss that lasted a few seconds before they went back to pay attention to you. Logan soon took off what was left on him, his perfectly sculpted torso alongside the hair that adorned his skin making both you and Wade gape in awe. It didn’t matter how many times you both had seen Logan shirtless, he managed to look better every time.

“C’mon, lay down.” Logan gestured, and all you could do was obediently nod, wiping your face with your shirt, too aroused to care about not being properly clean. They weren’t either, really, since they had just come from outside. All three of you soon got on the bed, your body laying down while Wade got in between your legs. Soon you felt Logan scooping you up from behind, nestling you perfectly behind his widespread legs, feeling his still rock hard erection pressed against your lower back.

Wade begins to strip your clothes off you, smiling in triumph once you were all naked, simply perfect for them. Scarred hands gently guided your legs open, a theatrical gasp leaving his mouth. “Look how wet she is!” He gleed, clearly talking to your pussy instead of you, his rough fingers lightly caressing the wet folds up and down, your body squirming against Logan at the sudden touch while you were sensitive. You could feel the other man’s chest pressed against your chest, the warm and the gentle beats of his heart comforting, though you couldn’t properly focus on it due to the way Wade’s fingers smeared your own juices over your clit, rubbing on it slowly until it was swollen.

“Wade, hurts…” You couldn’t help but whine, feet kicking a bit. Goodness, you needed him. You needed them both, needed them inside of you until you were all exhausted from cumming, all safe in their arms.

Wade couldn’t help but groan at the sounds you were making alongside the soft wet noises your pussy was making at being rubbed. You could feel Logan shifting behind you, his hand reaching at the right side to grab a bottle of lube from the nightstand’s drawer, putting some of it on his fingers. “Lean forward, bub.” He grunted, making you lean forward against Wade while his hands spread your soft asscheeks apart, sighing in contentment once his eyes laid upon your tight asshole, just waiting to be filled.

Carefully, his lubed up finger slid inside your tight hole, waiting for you to adjust to the size as you moaned and clenched at the intrusion, hiding your face against Wade’s neck. Logan gently moved his finger inside your tight hole before adding another, making sure to scissor them inside, spreading your walls apart. It felt so big, and albeit having done this before, you were still always caught off guard by their sizes.

“Y-You can put it in now…” Your words came out as a stutter, clearly too needy to be filled properly, tilting your head back to look at Logan. Sweat was forming on his forehead, the sheer heat within the bedroom too intense. With the way Wade had rubbed you earlier yet not made you cum, purposely for that fact, you knew that you wouldn’t last long at all.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot.” Pressing a soft quick kiss on your lips, Logan once again shifted to let you rest you back against his chest, while Wade went in between your spread legs and grabbed the base of his cock, gently rubbing it against your wet cunt. After a few little teasing pats of his cock against you, he slowly slid the tip inside your wetness, feeling the warm walls quickly engulf him in. “Fuck, always suckin’ me in.” He chuckled, hands grabbing onto your hips, one hand reaching to slowly caress your clit once more. Your body writhed at the stretch, his scarred cock deliciously stretching you out.

“Time for me to go in too, eh?” Logan gently nipped on your earlobe, earning an eager nod from you as you felt the tip of his cock brush against your tight hole. Gently, oh so gently, he pushed his girth in, earning a loud mewl from you, your hands instantly clasping into Wade’s shoulders, fingernails digging into his skin. Words couldn’t describe how full you felt once both of them had fully settled in, both of your holes stretched wide. For a moment, your frenzied mind was unable to comprehend the blend of pain and pleasure, making you feel as if you could explode.

Logan’s arms tightly wrapped around your waist, accommodating you as he began to thrust upwards, drilling his cock into your tight ass, his precum alongst the lube making it easier to slide in and out. Wade followed, his cock kissing every pleasurable spot inside your spongy walls, matching your boyfriend’s pace — a steady rhythm and gentle rhythm.

“Hey, keep makin’ those noises.” One hand of Logan’s reached up to lightly squeeze your breast, thumb flicking your hardened nipple. You cried out in pleasure, shaking with each thrust your body met. The three of you were simply so flushed and sweaty, the scent of sex thick in the air. Logan was grunting right into your ear, his voice quieter in comparison to Wade who was moaning freely while fucking your cunt, his grip on your thigh firm, his fingers rubbing your twitching clit at the same pace as before.

“Close?” Wade asked once he felt you clench tightly around him, earning a slow nod from you, your moans growing louder until you felt your stomach uncoiling, pleasure bursting within as you came hard on his cock, body convulsing though Logan’s strong grip didn’t allow you to move much except your legs that were stiffening and tightening around Wade. “F-Feels good, so good!” You spoke in broken, incomprehensible babbles, eyes closed shut and full of tears.

You could feel their thrusts growing uncoordinated and more frantic, both now chasing their own orgasms. Logan’s cock twitched inside your tight hole before he came once again, thick cum soon filling your ass up. “I-In me…!” You moaned at Wade, who obediently followed, breathing heavily as his orgasm hit him, cumming right inside your warm cunt, cock happily nestled inside.

Your body went limp against Logan as Wade collapsed onto you, your arms still wrapped around the scarred man as you tried to catch your breath, your legs trembling profusely, feeling your skin still tingle. “Quite a toll your lil’ nude took on us, pretty.” Logan chuckled from behind, his hand coming up to tenderly caress your head, allowing you to nuzzle onto his palm.

Wade’s head shot up to look at Logan, a wide smirk blooming on his scarred lips. “My turn now.”

It was going to be a long night.

[nomadwrites]

bubblegum pink ⋆˚✿

gojo satoru

summary ⋆୨୧⋆ in which you've managed to convince the greatest jujutsu sorcerer of your time into getting pink highlights. what could go wrong? a lot, you learn.

contents ⋆୨୧⋆ spoilers!, pure fluff & rusty writing

notes ⋆୨୧⋆ let's start off easy, shall we? feedback is most certainly welcome & would be much appreciated! enjoy ₊˚ෆ

"come on, it's only temporary!"

"not a chance! do you know how much time and effort i put into caring for these lustrous locks?"

"it'll grow out anyways," you huff, setting down the contents of the hair dye kit on the bathroom counter. "and here i thought you were the adventurous type."

"adventure is one thing, but this? this would be an act of vandalism," satoru feigns a look of betrayal, silver lashes framing his wide blue orbs, "like defacing the mona lisa."

you gasp in exaggeration, clasping a hand over your mouth. if there was one thing on the boy’s long list of things he loved about you, it'd be your ability to keep up with his personality.

"sure. but don't you get tired of always having the same old hairstyle? maybe it'd be nice to switch it up every now and then, yknow?"

"i hardly doubt anyone could ever get tired of this." he gestures to himself, standing tall, a smirk gracing his features.

“you’re insufferable.”

“and you love that about me.”

you do your best to hide the smile that threatens to break free, chewing on your bottom lip. “oh but you’d look absolutely gorgeous,” you plead, voice dripping with honey as you cross your arms over your chest, leaning against the countertop. you bat your lashes at him, round doe eyes peering into sparkling azure pools.

the look you give him makes his heart do flips and his gaze softens ever so slightly. he can't say no to you, not when you're gazing up at him with those puppy-dog eyes of yours. you’re perfectly aware of the effect you have on him, but that’s not to say you’d ever take advantage of him. if anything, you’re just as smitten.

satoru adores gratifying you, answering to your every beck and call, no matter the request, even if they can be a little odd at times. who was he to deny you anything when you looked so entrancing?

he pretends to ponder, drumming his fingers along the cool ceramic of the sink counter. if you're quiet enough, you might hear the way the gears in his head shift as he puts on a show of overtly dramatised deliberation. it almost makes you snort, but after a minute or two of silence, he caves in, shoulders slumping.

"if it makes you happy," he breathes, flicking his gaze back to you as you perk up with excitement, light practically radiating off of you. he might come to regret this in a few hours, but when he sees the way your eyes sparkle with a radiance that seems so pure, he thinks it won’t be so bad. after all, it is only temporary.

"just so i get to hear it again," he pauses, slender fingers intertwining with yours as he guides you over to him and plops down onto the closed seat of the toilet, long legs splayed on either side of you. "you think i'm gorgeous?"

“not quite yet,” you say, running your fingers through his silver locks, admiring the soft lavender undertones. his glasses are sitting just above the tip of his nose, brilliant sapphire depths on full display. no matter how many times you’ve looked him in the eye,, it always manages to knock the air out of your lungs. “i’ll see what i can do.”

“aren’t you a sweetheart?”

“i am.”

he exhales, humming in agreement as he relaxes under your touch and relishes in the scent of your skin, not the fragrance of perfume or shampoo, but you.

this is nice, you think. free time has always been hard to come by, even more so for gojo than you. things had changed after the star plasma vessel incident. he had changed, and although he did his best to hide it, you knew better. you were there to ground him, to remind him of his humanity and his purpose for becoming a sorcerer. you were there to keep him afloat.

"so!" you clap, startling him enough to knock his glasses askew, "let's get started!"

"booo," he pouts, like some child. he likes to think you're like this because of him, that you've spent so much time with him you've essentially become a miniature satoru gojo. the thought of it makes him feel all warm and mushy inside, something he really only feels with you, despite how popular he is with people.

you get to work, skimming through the pamphlet of instructions. satoru attempts to help you, mostly by staring whilst seated on the toilet, questioning if you really knew what you were doing. you stick out your tongue at him as did he, tugging on his lower eyelid.

you manage to end up with a bowl of bright pink sludge, the scent of chemicals wafting through the enclosed space of your bathroom. satoru grimaces, both at the smell and how awfully pigmented the dye seemed, cautiously eyeing the mixture held between your gloved hands.

“no turning back now.”

“you’re sure this is temporary?”

“mhmm!” you say, throwing a towel over his shoulders to shield his black linen shirt from any stray drops of hair dye. contrary to popular belief, the all-powerful jujutsu sorcerer doesn’t make use of his infinity when there was no real need to, his reasoning something akin to him wanting to experience moments of normalcy with those close to him.

“i’m great aren’t i? strong, handsome with a heart of gold,” he’d said, standing in akimbo.

“in an alternate universe, sure.”

you smile at the memory, recalling the way he tutted when you responded, earning chuckles from both shoko and geto.

“y’know on second thought–” satoru’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts, “maybe blue would be a better option? make my eyes pop and all that,” he stalls, turning to look at you.

“it’s not gonna be this bright toru, it’ll be a lot lighter once we rinse you off. besides, i’ve only got pink right now–“

“great! so we should–“

“but you already said we could–“

and you’re both tugging, trying to grab ahold of the bowl. “toru stop it! you’re gonna–“

splat.

"ah," he blinks.

silence falls between the both of you, letting the sound of droplets hitting the floor echo loud in your ears. you’re wide eyed in disbelief, and it takes you a moment before you press your lips together in a futile attempt to conceal the snort that bubbles from your throat.

———————-

“don’t you look pretty?” geto teases, snapping a photo of satoru’s lifeless body as he sits limp at his desk, looking as if his soul had left his body. you’re sure it did last night after rinsing him off in the shower, fully clothed, the sight of him drenched in fuchsia finding a permanent home in your brain. shoko echoes after the raven-haired boy, resting her head on a closed fist.

satoru’s once moonlit hair now a splotchy mess of soft pink, the hair dye staining his eyebrows an even brighter shade of bubblegum. you had to practically drag him out the bathroom by the feet afterward.

“what have you done?” he whined, voice breaking.

“me?!” you gasped, “you had a part to play in this too!”

it was a miracle he’d even changed out of his wet clothes, albeit it taking around an hour or so. you’re sure he laid on the floor for the rest of the night after you’d left, geto being the first to find him in the exact same position this morning. thankfully, you hadn’t had to drag him to class.

at the very least, this would be another fond memory you’d share together.

[arcanesea]

fine line

PAIRING: kim seungmin x reader GENRE: fluff WC: 572 WARNINGS: none(?)

“Okay, that’s it,” Seungmin closed the book he was holding, looking directly at you. “What’s going on with you?”

Nothing’s going on with you, is what you want to say. But you just stopped scrolling and shifted your gaze to Seungmin who was leaning on the couch across from you. Your eyebrows raised in a questioning manner.

“You’ve sighed like 100 times in the past 15 minutes,” Seungmin observes. You rolled your eyes at him, focusing back on your screen. You scroll past a book review video; too tired to think, scroll past a breakfast recipe without saving it, scroll past a cute animation video without even smiling.

“101 times now,” Seungmin announces. You look at him, still not saying anything. Afraid that if you even open your mouth, you won’t stop talking. Seungmin stands from his seat and moves to the other end of your couch. He lifted your feet fleetingly before sitting down with your feet on his lap. “Don’t you want to share what’s inside that little brain of yours?”

“Are you saying I’m dumb?” you voiced for the first time since the last hour. You wittingly press your heel towards his thigh, earning a low grumble from Seungmin.

“That’s your word, I won’t say such things to my girlfriend,” Seungmin said, drumming to your shin. “So?”

You unintentionally sigh and then smile at Seungmin when you realize before setting your phone on your chest.

“Don’t you feel like the world is moving too fast?” you proposed. Lately, the bones in your body refuse to cooperate, and you’re just constantly tired. “Weren’t we just graduating high school yesterday? And suddenly we’re going on our own way, doing interns and everything else. It’s like we don’t even have time for each other.” your voice waning.

“Aw, is this your way of saying you miss me?” Seungmin teased. You respond by once again pressing your heel towards his thigh. “But I get you” he leaned back on the couch, pausing to find the right word to respond to you. You sigh again, laughing now that you remember the exact count of how many times you sigh.

“I don’t think it’s normal to feel this way, because like… we have different paces, and I shouldn’t compare myself to others. But at the same time, I just can’t stop thinking about where we’ll go in life… What will happen to… us?”

“Do you think we’ll break up after we graduate?” You nodded sheepishly. A grin plastered on your face, matching Seungmin’s playful energy. He puts a hand over his chest, sounding hurt, “Unbelievable.”

You laugh ardently. Of course, there’s only a small part of you that thinks that way, the others are proceeding with certainty that you’ll get through whatever crisis this is with him.

“I know you’ve heard enough of it, and it probably won’t have any effects. But we’re going to be fine, babe,” Seungmin said, tracing circles on your shin. “The future’s undecided, right, but we’re doing everything we can right now to shape it into something that we dreamt about.”

And he’s only wrong about one thing, every word he says does have its effect on you, and you believe in him. You believe you’ll be fine.

a/n. shout out to every last-year college student out there. we got this<3 also seungmin kinda look like jake (enha) on that pic... he's so boyfriend

[theemporium]

The mission was supposed to be a simple lookout and scope.

The Order had received some intel about dodgy meet-ups and gatherings that seem linked to Voldemort, or at least some of his most loyal followers. But with little information on the place and the fine details, the Order had decided the safest option would be to send a few members out to sweep the area before they sent out a full team. 

The team sent out were you, Remus and Sirius—a strong team that should have been able to hold themselves pretty well if something went wrong. And to be fair, you were a strong team until you realised the whole thing was a massive trap.

However with all three of you trained in combat by some of the greatest wizards in the Wizarding World, the countless battles and duels were a breeze. The issue came from the smoke bomb thrown at the three of you as you fled to find a safe place to hide until backup came. 

The effects didn’t kick in until you had lost them, finding safety in a small abandoned building near the edge of the town you were visiting. The place was damp, creaky and cold, but it was far better than battling off an unknown amount of deatheaters without extra help. You didn’t even notice yourself until Sirius kept shuffling beside you, squirming as he pulled at the collar of his shirt.

“Would you stop?” You hissed, your eyes peeking through a slit between boards of wood as you waited to see if you had been followed,

“I can’t,” Sirius huffed, letting out a noise of distress as he tugged on his clothes. “‘m fuckin’ boiling.”

You rolled your shoulders back, trying to ignore the sudden acknowledgement of how hot it was in an abandoned tavern that should have had the three of you shivering for warmth without any heating spells. 

“Fuck,” Remus groaned, his eyes fluttering shut as he pressed his back against the wall. “It must’ve been that fuckin’ bomb they threw at us.”

“What was it?” Sirius groaned. 

“Not sure,” Remus bit back.

And for a while, it stayed like that. It stayed unbearably warm as the three of you squirmed and fanned yourselves and hoped that the others were coming soon—maybe even with a cure to whatever it was that was affecting you.

Your eyes wandered over the two boys, taking in their appearances. 

Remus was leaning back against the wall, the sweater of his long gone and leaving him in a tight t-shirt that moulded around his arms. His neck was exposed as he leaned his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed deeply and let out a shuddering sigh. Your eyes wandered down his body, noticing the faint outline of his abs through the shirt before you paused on the tent in his trousers. 

Your cheeks burned, your gaze quickly snapping over to Sirius. 

His chest was completely bare, the remainder of his clothes sitting in a pile beside him. His hair was tied into a low bun on the back of his head, his jaw softly clenching as he hummed and drummed his fingers against his thighs. Your eyes focused on his hands, on the way his rings glinted in the low light and the way they moved with such speed and dexterity. 

“You’re staring.” 

Your eyes snapped up, finding Remus watching you with hooded eyes. 

“What?”

“Don’t act all innocent,” he mused, his lips twitching upwards. “You were staring. At both of us. It’s making your lil’ head spin, isn’t it, love?”

“Remus,” you breathed out, but no further words came out.

“Shhh, don’t need to be shy about it,” Remus murmured as his eyes wandered over to Sirius. “I don’t blame you.”

“I—” You started, but you didn’t know what to say. You found them both attractive, you would have been fucking blind to think otherwise. But they were your friends. Your friends you had known for years. Your friends who you had never thought about in such a way—at least, not in broad daylight when you were around people.

“Bet you’re fuckin’ soaking for us,” Remus continued as he pushed himself off the wall. However, just when you thought he would be close enough for you to touch, he made his way towards Sirius and you couldn’t help but whimper in response.

Sirius let out a groan when Remus pulled the bun, unravelling his hair and making it easier to pull the boy’s head back. Remus glanced down at him, at the neediness in his eyes and the flush of his cheeks and he couldn’t help himself as he leaned down to kiss Sirius.

You squirmed in your spot as you watched them. As you watched Remus’ tongue slide into Sirius’ mouth. As Sirius’ hands gripped Remus’ waist before sliding over the bulge in his trousers. As both boys moaned and panted and kissed until their lungs were burning for air.

Remus’ hooded eyes found yours when he pulled away, his lips swollen and wet as Sirius desperately palmed himself. You didn’t even hesitate as you crawled over, settling yourself on Sirius’ lap even if your eyes stayed locked on the other wizard.

“Stinging nettle.”

You frowned. “What?” 

“A plant used for multiple potions, most harmful,” Remus stated as he gripped your face in his hand, his thumb brushing over your lips. “If brewed right, it can kill someone slowly and painfully.”

Your lips parted, wrapping around his thumb wordlessly as he pushed it deeper into your mouth.

“Brewed wrong and it can have many varying effects,” he continued as his eyes darkened. “Itchiness…overheating…dehydration…increased libido.”

“Some smoke made us fuckin’ horny?” Sirius scoffed, only to let out a low groan when your hips bucked against him, grinding down on his painfully hard cock. “Shit, sweetheart.”

“And there’s only one way to fix it,” Remus replied as he watched your eyes roll to the back of your head, your body seeming to move on its own accord against Sirius as you eagerly sucked his thumb. “Feelin’ needy, honey?”

You whined, nodding.

“You want us to fill you up? Make you feel better?”

You nodded again. You needed them. You needed them in a way you had never needed anyone before. You needed them both inside you. You needed them fucking you. You needed to feel them both fuck you, keeping your holes stretched and accessible to them. You needed to be pressed between them as they groped and squeezed and touched every single inch of you.

You needed them so bad, you could have sworn you would die if they didn’t fuck you soon.

“Then be a good girl and listen,” Remus said. “Gonna need to make sure we deal with this properly, okay? Now be a darling and get on your knees, I wanna see Sirius’ cock bulging in that pretty throat of yours.”

.

[zer0wzs]

𝙞𝙙𝙤𝙡

wherein jason becomes the rockstar's gf jason todd x gn!rockstar!reader wc: 1432

AN :: there is an mcr and a fob reference here and both keep staring at me like a sore thumb

For a split second, your mind wanders off. Suddenly, you’re thinking about how you didn’t have a clue as to how Jason puts up with you.

Between the late-night practices and you cooping yourself in the studio all day, You feel like you don’t give him enough of your time. Somehow, though, he pushes through, and he makes it work. He meets you halfway. He said he wouldn’t trade you and your dreams for the world. 

He’s funny. You love him.

Your mind snaps back to where you once were—on the stage. You feel a ringing in your head as you feel heat radiating off your body. The colorful lights blind you. Your shoulders hurt like hell from the weight of the guitar, and you feel winded as your lack of breath control and the previous song had knocked all the air out of you.

Despite all your qualms, though, you love doing this. The adrenaline courses through your blood and comes a rush you find for almost every night. 

“Alright! You guys having fun so far?” The crowd cheers, buzzing with energy and alcohol in their veins. 

You skim over through the faces in front of you. Some are ones you’ve seen before. They tend to attend your sets regularly, but many, though, were faces you didn’t recognize. 

Most of all, however, you see Jason with a friend by his side, quickly catching your brief gaze on him. He stands right beside the platform of the tiny performing venue. He gives you a nod with a straight face. 

You feel a surge of excitement just from his gaze on you, and you feel that energy course through your blood.

“Keep that energy up! We’re not finished just yet!” 

As your bandmates adjust their effects, retune their instruments, and do one last mixing of sound for your closer, you regain your sense of clarity amongst the smell of booze that lingers throughout the venue. You shortly shot Jason a smile and a nod before readjusting your mic and redirecting your focus to the crowd.

“Now, before we sign off, I wanna thank you all for seeing us tonight. I really hope you guys enjoyed our set.” The crowd quiets down, almost dead. You take it as a sign to get it going again. “But come on now—let’s get this on!”

You breathe in once, breathe once out. It’s the first time you’re debuting this song. You rehearsed for this, but you doubt it's enough. You're scared you’ll blank out in the middle of the song, then fill it with random riffs. You’re scared you’ll sing the demo version and forget your final. You’re scared you might just not do the song any justice.

It’s the final song of the final night of your tour. You were not in the mood to mess this up.

Yet you pause for a moment. How much more in love could you be? Because suddenly, your thoughts are filled with him to calm yourself.

You catch him in the corner of your eyes once more, and you faintly hear a ‘Woo!’ from his direction.

Hell, this final song is about him.

He’s heard it, but he has no idea that you’re playing it tonight.

“Do you want to live forever?” You ask the crowd as the instruments start to set themselves up. “Sing this with me then.”

The song gradually swells, with the drums and bass starting out the song, looping the intro for a few rounds before the guitars join in. You harmonize with the main melody of the song, making up riffs as you go.

You feel yourself building the song, getting into the zone, and even doing a call and response because why the hell not? 

Before you let the performance take over, you quickly slip in a “This one’s for him. Hi, Jay.” You look in his direction and wave.

He’s awestruck, enchanted.

You see him quickly follow your gaze and smile. You seem to have caught him off-guard. You’re sure he’s picked up on the instruments and the vocals. He’s smart, far smarter than you. You’re sure he knows what you’re about to play.

The song ends as fast as it starts. You forget that sometimes when you perform on stage, it’s like you’re on autopilot. This was precisely that, but in the best way possible. You feel your body carry the work while your mind can sit back and watch the scene. For a split second, you even ran closer to the crowd during the final break to hold them, grab on your arm.

Everything had passed by so quickly that you couldn’t even register that it was over. Not until the crowd began to mellow down, but not without an applause.

“Thank you all so much!” You smiled and waved goodbye before your roadies rushed to the stage to gather your equipment.

You look over to the side to find Jason. He’s gone, but that’s more than alright. You figured he rushed to help with fixing the equipment, seeing his size and all. It’s something he often does when he watches your shows.

You feel your throat run dry. Maybe it’s time to steep some tea.

You high-five your bandmates before exiting the stage.

—

You didn’t quite grapple with the reality of just how exhausted and thirsty you were until you stepped off the stage. The world felt more than just shaky, so you found yourself leaning over some table in the back, chugging as much water as you could. The tea can wait.

You could faintly hear your bandmates hyping each other up and giving each other even more high fives. You stood by the sidelines, watching them and laughing at their antics. God knew you were too drained to even think about joining them.

Still, by the corner of your eye, you see a tall figure standing next to you. 

You’re always more than happy to talk to him.

“Well, hi, you.” You greeted, happy to see him.

In great contrast to your bubbly self, your boyfriend was more… frozen. He was silent, just looking at you with the biggest smile on his face. It wasn’t the first time he’d watched you play live, so you figured that the debut of the song was what made him so giddy at this moment.

As he stood there before you, you saw him in better lighting for the first time tonight after your show. You saw the sweat perspiring from his forehead to his neck and the sweat collected on his shirt. You basked in the light that framed his face from the side, but it accentuated those bright eyes of his. You take note of that smile that he’d been wearing even before your show. It only seemed to grow bigger as the night passed by. 

Fuck, he really is beautiful. You think you may not ever get enough of him.

Finally, after a few moments of radio silence, he spoke. “Shit, babe.”

“Uhuuuh?” You found yourself giggling at him.

He’s really cute. You’re in love with him.

“You guys were amazing. I can’t believe my partner is a rockstar.” Practically stars in his eyes.

“Why, thank you.” You felt yourself warming up to the hand that finds your cheek.

“You also played the song!” The hand holding your head up gently tenses with his excitement. You can’t help but laugh at him.

“Yes, we did.”

“Your closer’s always Saturday. Why’d you guys change it?”

That’s for many reasons. For one, you wanted this final night to be special. It was the last date of your best-selling tour yet. You had to do something else.

Then again, you could’ve chosen any other song that hasn’t or even rarely gets played live.

“Well, it’s not always you watch my shows—with your whole thing and our usual tour dates and locations—so I really wanted to do something special.” You hummed, leaning further into his touch. ”It’s almost your birthday anyway.”

“My birthday is still in, like, three months.” 

You shrug. “It’s never too early to celebrate.”

“That’s the length of an entire season, quierde. I think it’s still early.”

“That means there’s only more gifts to come, yeah?” He half-heartedly murmurs something in agreement. 

There's a comfortable silence between the two of you.

“Love?” You called.

“Hmmm?”

You got on your tiptoes, balancing your weight on his shoulders, and gave him a peck on the lips, yet as you set yourself down, you felt him sweep you off your feet to return the kiss.

Your tea can wait a little longer.

[cr4yolaas]

blue spring — until we're old and wrinkly

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he picks her up from her place, something she isn't accustomed to just yet. the sunlight barely peeks out from behind his figure. it's a warm sight.

kageyama planned the entire day out — she caught a glimpse of it on his notes app, typed out neatly and with little details for him to remember — and she finds it foreign to have someone else handle everything for her. when they stand before the museum, she thanks him quietly by slipping her hand into his and pretends to not notice the perspiration on his palms or the flush of his cheeks. the cues of spring happen to be on full display today, given the vibrant blossoms and the light breeze in the air, despite it already being june.

june, she ponders. spring is no longer with her, gone with the wind. she reminisces over late march, in which she had taken it upon herself to tutor her calculus seatmate, despite the inconvenience it created for her routine. she recalls early may and all of its disruptions, from her stepfather to the exhibit that tore apart pieces of her well-being. her gaze falls to the much rougher hand encapsulating hers, and she hopes that june brings about something better.

they walk around each floor together, their fingers loosely intertwined and their footsteps following the same tempo. he finds himself excited to listen to her ramble about each work that interests her. while he doesn't quite understand her observations about color theorems and medium combinations, he does understand the ardor that drips from each whispered syllable. he understands the complexity of her love for the intricacies that she describes. he understands why he likes her so, so, so much.

"i requested to host an exhibit here before," she mutters while they pause to sit and rest. there's a small bench placed in the center of one of the exhibition rooms beneath a dim light. in truth, kageyama feels like it's just them in the room. "mainly because it was convenient, but also because i dreamed of it when i was a kid." he watches as she scans each work with childlike wonder. the thump, thump, thump of his heart only drums heavier against his chest with every passing second.

his thumb grazes over her skin absentmindedly, as if to soothe himself. "what happened after?" he whispers. he's scared that if he speaks too loud, the delicacy they've constructed around themselves will shatter.

she takes a breath before she responds, and he braces himself for whatever explanation she has. "they didn't accept my work because i was too young, by their standards. something about how they wanted seasoned talent." her thumb copies his, albeit with a little more force. "it was odd. it feels weird to be here now, seeing what they would've wanted up on their walls. but i don't really mind it now."

he can't take his eyes off of her. her words spill from her lips with ease and he soaks it all in, as if it's a healing prayer. the effect she has on him is devastating, he realizes, but he doesn't want it to wither away for a second.

they sit in silence for a while. a handful of old couples shuffle by, their hands interlinked, and he wonders if he'd find himself in that position with her. tourists filter in and out and speak in quiet dialects he can't comprehend, but he enjoys the noise. she does too. it's comfortable, despite how odd it feels on her skin, and she can't find herself fighting it anymore. when he asks if she's ready to leave, she questions the last time she was able to relax. she scavenges through her memories, searching relentlessly for a moment of rest that felt as easy as this, and she finds nothing. so, earnestly, she declines. she asks him to sit with her for a little bit longer. he doesn't complain.

he wants to ask if she'd be content with continuing their routine, where he comes over on thursdays and listens to her explain complicated topics until the sun sets behind the horizon. he wants to ask if he can keep buying her iced coffees with hints of cinnamon and lavender until she grows sick of them. he wants to ask if she's ever envisioned them together, old and wrinkly, walking hand in hand. instead, he asks her if she's truly, genuinely happy.

"of course i am. you're here, after all."

that's more than enough for him, he decides.

--

kageyama doesn’t want to drop her off yet, but with the moon hanging high in the sky and the building lights slowly diminishing, he knows he can’t ask her to stay with him any longer. so, with heavy footsteps and a heavy heart, he walks with her up the stairs and down the hall of her apartment building, and his chest aches more and more with every inch closer to the doorway.

his hand departs from hers, and he feels foolish for being so clingy. she swivels around to face him. his jacket rests on her figure, the result of his overwhelming concern from moments prior. it’s the same one he left at her house weeks and weeks ago. the memory is still fresh in his head.

“i had a lot of fun today,” she muses while fidgeting with the zipper. she doesn’t want to take it off yet, and she reasons with herself that it’s only because the breeze is heavy and the night is cold, but she knows there’s more to it than that. “thank you, tobio.”

at her call of his name, he finds himself hopeless. he can’t stop himself from pressing a gentle kiss to her lips, and he can’t stop the confession that he spills out shortly after.

“i think i’m in love with you,” he whispers against her skin. their noses are barely touching. there’s a minty essence to his breath, a glimmer in his eyes, and in his words, there’s a bountiful amount of raw, unfiltered emotion. she can tell it isn’t a new realization, given by the way he utters it so readily. “so much so that i’d let you tutor me until we’re old and wrinkly.”

“really?” she laughs, the sound light against his ears. “that’s a long, long time.”

“i don’t mind. as long as it’s with you.”

she doesn’t tell him that she shares the sentiment, but she isn’t sure if she really needs to tell him. the small smile she gives him and the soft peck she places on his cheek says everything he needs to know.

𝜗𝜚 next chapter is the last one !! thank u for reading blue spring :)

𝜗𝜚 i hope that this chapter really encapsulated the shift in yn's life from something much more solemn and bitter to something colorful and light since that's really where the title comes from

𝜗𝜚 blue spring was initially just a random title i came up with, but when i searched it up i found out that it means "youth" or a "fresh start." i felt that this fit super well with the general plot as not only did yn lose a lot of her youth to her workaholism, but she also got to experience a fresh start in her life by meeting kageyama

𝜗𝜚 this chapter is super duper cheesy but i feel like kags is a very cheesy guy anyways

𝜗𝜚 also does this count as them being official in ur guys' eyes ? i was very conflicted on whether or not this chapter would be the last one because i felt that i wasn't very sure on how to show the transition from "more than friends less than lovers" to being in a relationship where you can confess your love, so i was about to make this a "time-skip" sort of chapter where it's already out there that they're in love. in a sense this makes this chapter a filler ,, but it felt wrong to not talk about their date </3

𝜗𝜚 also the dog reaction pic is an inside joke that no one else will understand bc none of my irls follow this account (and i hope they never find it </3)

𝜗𝜚 also also i watched wifty while finishing this up bc i miss it sm :( zhangrai my otp

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[todayisawthewhxlewxrld]

"my favorite set of stairs is the one up to Your Room"

"let's tangle our legs again, the world doesn't need us to leave our heads. let's tie our breath in knots again, nothing's complicated if we pretend."

synopsis// a normal morning for you and megumi.

pairing// megumi fushiguro x gn!reader

word count// 812

contents// just pure fluff ! also not explicitly specified but you both are adults :)

requested// by an anon!

notes// i don't usually post oneshots mid smau buttt im making an exception bc this is rlly short and fluffy ! anywho this was also inspired by 11:11 by waterparks!! i was gonna use deep red by movements as inspiration but i think 11:11 fit more sigh... dw movements... you'll get ur time to shine eventually...

You blink the sleep away as you take in your surroundings, realizing you're on Megumi’s chest with your hand draped over his waist and your legs tangled together. You yawn, softly rubbing your face against his chest as if trying to get any bit closer to him, and when his heartbeat drumming in your ear starts to sound like a lullaby, you know it's time to get up. So you do.

Kinda.

Your version of getting up right now consists of lazily lifting your head up to stare at Megumi, who’s still fast asleep. His eyelashes brush up against his flushed cheeks—you can't help but reach your hand up to caress his face, and who can blame you? When he’s asleep like this, looking so at peace, it’s almost as if he's begging you to hold his face in your hands, and when you do, it’s like you have the whole world sitting right there in your palm. and as if he can feel you touching him even in his sleep, he smiles, and you find yourself falling in love with him all over again.

The scene before you is just serene, and yeah, maybe you wake up to this every morning, but it never grows old. In fact, it just gets better with time, and you’re over the moon to have all the time in the world with Megumi. ...Except for right now, because you really should be getting up and getting ready for work. You drop your head against his chest and take a deep breath, silently wishing time would just pause so you could stay here, but alas, it does not.

You lift your head again and litter a series of small kisses against his jaw, soft enough that they shouldn’t have woken him, yet he stirs awake, as if you’ve effectively pavlov’d the poor boy to associate that small, soft feeling with you leaving. Megumi wraps his arms around you tightly, holding you in place. You honestly have no idea how he has this much strength when he’s literally half asleep, but you embrace it—his hold on you is as calming as a weighted blanket.

He tucks your head beneath his chin and slurs, “Don’t go.”

You hum and tuck your head further into his neck, placing chaste kisses against him, reveling in how he shivers. "I have to.”

"No, you don't.” 

You laugh softly as you pick your head back up to look at him, his eyes half-lidded, looking like he could fall back asleep any second now.

“You’re staring,” he murmurs sheepishly, collapsing under the weight of your gaze.

"Don't I always?”

He lazily lifts his head to kiss you, but his coordination is horrible due to the fact that his brain isn't even entirely awake right now, so his kiss lands more on the side of your mouth than fully on it. He groans at his failed attempt.

“Kiss me.”

"Yes, your majesty,” you tease.

You ignore Megumi's sleepy glare, instead leaning down and softly pressing your lips against his. You do this a few times, feeling Megumi smile into the kiss, yet it’s all onesided, and you pull away with a huff.

“Why am I gonna kiss you if you’re too lazy to kiss back?”

“Because you love me?”

"Sure, whatever,” you mumble, pressing your hands against his chest to push yourself off of him, but he doesn't give you that chance, instead grabbing you by your wrists to prevent you from getting up any further. "Megumi, I need to go to work.”

He doesn't say anything; instead, he opens his eyes—still lidded, but now he doesn’t look sleepy; now he just looks like he's giving you puppy eyes… Because he is, and he’s evil because he knows your conviction crumbles right then and there at the sight of them.

"Don't look at me like that,” you say, turning your head away from him.

Megumi doesn’t accept that and releases one of your wrists to grab your jaw, forcing you to face him. “Like what?”

“You know what.” 

He shrugs, feigning innocence. “Stay? Please?”

You sigh and drop your forehead against his, mumbling, "Megumi, I have to go to work.”

You hear him tut before pushing you off of him and rolling onto his side, his back facing you, as he bitterly mumbles, “Whatever.”

You roll your eyes, yet a fond smile adorns your face. “You’re such a big baby.”

“Go to work; leave me alone.”

"Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

You quickly hop off the bed and get ready for work, not leaving without littering a few more kisses on Megumi’s face, who’s already sound asleep once more. You’d be more sad about leaving him if you didn’t already know that tomorrow morning would play out exactly like this again and the next. And the morning after that. And after that—and probably forever after that.

©TODAYISAWTHEWHXLEWXRLD

[inbabylontheywept]

"I will solve you if I must."

Arkinot knew what humans looked like. They were half his size, soft, pink, and easily bullied. He knew this because he’d spent the last two weeks terrifying a team of human diplomats sent to negotiate trade deals. It was something of a science to him at this point: Small but weak species sends in their diplomats, he spends a week or two terrifying them in close quarters, then he offers them some dogshit trade deals in exchange for getting to leave early. They take the deal, he gets richer, and in a manner of speaking, the universe becomes a better place. Being a coward was the kind of thing that really should be taxed, and he liked to think of his negotiation style as exactly that: A coward tax.

Still, that was far dominating his thoughts at the moment. The conundrum his brain was struggling to untangle was that he knew what a human looked like, and the thing in front of him was not a human. It wore human robes, but underneath the robes, it appeared to be a tank that someone had glued several monitors to. Maybe even an antennae of some kind. It was such a chaotic jumble that it was almost funny. The one part of it that really seemed to be going too far was the badge sewn into the front designating it as an official diplomat.

He stepped a few feet closer to inspect the possible art piece. He barely had begun to reach his hand forward to lift the tent sized robe when a mechanical claw pushed forward and clasped around his arm, painless but implacable.

“What the fuck-”

He didn’t hear the voice from the thing, nor did he hear it in his mind, as he’d felt with some of the telepathic races. The voice of this abomination felt like it was being physically projected directly inside his own ear, as if its mouth was just a fraction of a centimeter away from his ear drum.

“Arkinot.”

He threw up. The words weren’t loud but they seemed to have some kind of disproportionate effect on his balancing organs. The world was sent spinning and he could barely tell up from down. A second bolt of pain blossomed, this time from the back of his head. It took him a good moment to realize that he’d fallen flat on his back. He didn’t know a simple sound could cause so much damage.

And then it continued.

“You make threats you have no ability to back up. You will learn.”

Even with his senses scrambled, he could feel something cold and metallic pressed into his hand. He was too incoherent to guess what.

He wasn’t sure if the voice retracted from his ear out of pity, or because it knew that it had proved its point, but he was grateful to hear the rest of the message without feeling like someone was trying to jam stakes into his brain.

“A copy has already been sent to your high command. Your ‘diplomacy’ has already been bypassed. This is simply a personal education on the nature of human violence. Summon me when you understand.”

He rolled over to see the thing lurching down the hall. Even in his disoriented state, he could see something human in it, something imperceptibly satisfied with the message it had delivered. Part of him wondered if there was some small lump of flesh buried deep inside that horror, or if it was just mind made metal, an engram with form.

Perhaps sensing his gaze, it paused. It didn’t turn around, but he doubted that its vision was as limited as eyes were. The voice projected forward again, mercifully short of his ear, but still too close for comfort. He could almost imagine the hot breath of it bouncing off his face, mere millimeters away from his face.

“I will know when you are done. Do not make me find you.”

---

It had taken him half an hour to work up the will to pull himself up from his pool of stale vomit, and another ten minutes to stagger back to his cabin. He’d needed to lean against the wall for the entire walk back. He was genuinely concerned that his balance had been permanently damaged.

He did his first inspection of the object he’d been gifted. It was, technically, a data slate, but that was somewhat akin to calling a reactor a steam engine. The specs on it didn’t even make sense to him. What the hell was an exaHz? What was a Bekenstein limit? How could storage be at 137% of it? Couldn’t be much of a limit if it went over 100.

The device seemed to recognize it was being inspected and raised a query of its own.

User: Arkinot?

He nodded dumbly. The slate whirred for a few seconds, genuinely struggling to process what it was about to do.

And then it began.

---

Arkinot stumbled out of the room seventeen hours later. He wasn’t terrified. He’d run out of the emotional energy needed to feel fear after the first two hours of calm, methodical instruction presented to him by the dataslate.

He had learned about the nature of human violence. It was no hot blooded slaughter, no prayer of eternal vengeance. It was an industrial event to them, something to be mass produced until the market flooded over and peace became the new commodity of choice.

And they could do that. Easily. He’d seen blueprints for factories that built factories that built factories. Replicating swarms of mining bots.

The smallest time vs. production curve he’d seen was for their assault cruisers, and it was still a fourth order polynomial. If for some reason they needed to wage war for over a year, they could feasibly consume more than 30% of the mass of their first three industrial worlds.

And they had more than forty left in reserve.

He’d assume earlier that he was arguing from a position of strength because they didn’t have an active armada. He realized that the reason they hadn’t bothered was because they’d be able to produce one as large as his entire species fleet in under 48 hours.

His balance was back. He barely noticed. He followed the same path he had before, noticed in an offhanded way that the vomit had been cleaned. The human diplomat must have called that in. He certainly hadn’t.

He was now in the human section of the station, and while he could sense a wariness in the steps of the pink things around him, it was hardly the full blown fear he’d managed to instill just 24 hours before. They knew that they’d managed to summon a stronger predator than him.

He knew it too.

The door that he’d been summoned to was a repurposed garage. He supposed nothing else would fit someone so large. He knocked twice on the corrugated steel before it began to roll up.

The robes were gone. Still no visible flesh, but at least with all the machinery in sight he had a better idea of what he was looking at. He still didn't see any pink skin there, but he didn't have to when he could see rack after rack of eletroneural interfaces.

So there was a brain in there. A human brain. Probably very little else.

A faint twitch of its insectoid legs gave away its impatience. Ah. So it was waiting for him to speak.

“You didn’t need… Damn. How large was that presentation?”

The voice was almost offhanded in its response.

“208 yottabytes.”

Arkinot’s brain skipped over the scale of that number. It was absurdly massive. Apparently, everything that the humans really put their minds to turned absurdly massive.

“You didn’t need 208 yottabytes to say that you could kick our asses.”

The faint twitching gave away, replaced by an uncanny stillness. It wasn’t the frozen stiffness of a robot, it was the tense, rigid posture of someone showing a considerable amount of restraint.

“No. You certainly didn’t when you said that to us. What I needed 208 yottabytes for was showing you how I would ‘kick your asses.’ It is worth considering how much scarier that is than your empty words.”

There was a brief noise, like rustling through the speaker, and he realized that the machine had done the purely auditory equivalent of taking a breath. The action was somehow more unsettling than the purely mechanical affect he’d seen before. It made him realize just how close any of the other soft pink things running around the halls were to becoming something like this, something that could crush him with a thought.

His thoughts were interrupted by the man-machine’s closing words, tired but dangerous.

“Do not threaten our diplomats again. It is their job to be patient. It is my job to solve problems. I will solve you if I must.”

That same tired voice spoke again, millimeters from his ear.

“Now, don't let me detain you.”

He did what any sane sapient would do.

He ran.

[sosa2imagines]

3 a.m. wanderers!

Warnings- lots of fluff. ---------------------------

Rain lashed against the tower's windows, a rhythmic drumming that usually lulled you to sleep. But tonight, it seemed to be having the opposite effect on Steve.

Your eyes open slightly, as you feel someone gently brush the hair back from your face. You turn to see Steve sitting up in bed next to you, a slight frown on his lips. “Sorry to wake you,” he says softly. “But I can't sleep.”

You groan and roll onto your back, looking up at him through sleepy eyes. “What time is it?” you ask, propping yourself up on your elbows.

“Almost 3 a.m.,” Steve replies, running a hand through his messy hair. “I've been tossing and turning for hours.”

“Nightmare?” “Yeah,” Steve mumbles, rubbing a hand over his face. “I keep reliving some of the worst moments of my life. Can't seem to shake it off.”

You knew the feeling. The past, particularly the darkness Steve had fought so hard against, could be a persistent intruder. Sitting up, you offered him a sympathetic smile. “How about we…de-bug the night?”

His lips curved up in a soft smile. “De-bug?”

“Exactly. We chase away the bad thoughts with some good old-fashioned fun.”

Steve perks up slightly at your suggestion, a slight smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah, let's do that.” He stands up from the bed, stretching his arms above his head before turning to offer you a hand.

You take his hand and let him help you out of bed, shivering slightly at the cooler air of the room. Steve pulls you closer to him, wrapping an arm around your waist as you pad silently toward the door. The two of you step into the dimly lit hallway, the silence of the night settling over you like a blanket. Steve leads the way down the corridor, his hand warm and secure around yours.

After a few moments, he pauses in front of a large window overlooking the city skyline. The lights of New York twinkle in the distance, casting a soft glow over the room. Steve wraps his other arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer against him.

“This is one of my favorite places in the tower,” he says quietly, his breath warm against your skin. “Sometimes I come here at night when I can't sleep. Something about the view calms me down.” You feel his body relax beside you, the tension slowly draining out of him.

You lean into him, resting your head on his chest as you watch the city lights flicker and dance below. “It's beautiful,” you say softly, your words barely above a whisper.

Steve hums in agreement, his thumb rubbing slow circles on your arm. The two of you stand there for a long moment, simply basking in each other's presence. After a while, he speaks up quietly, his voice barely audible. “Thank you for being here with me.”

“Of course,” you reply softly, tilting your head up to look at him. His eyes lock with yours, searching your face for a moment before he leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.

After a peaceful moment of gazing out over the city, you and Steve decide to check on Bucky. You make your way to his room, Steve's hand still firmly holding yours. As you approach his door, you can hear the sound of heavy breathing and muttering coming from inside.

As you crack open the door and peer inside, you can hardly contain your laughter. Bucky is sound asleep in his bed, a peaceful smile on his face, talking in his sleep. It seems he's dreaming about his favorite actress, and in the dream, he's introducing you to her.

“Hey, Aniston, meet my friends Steve and...” he mumbles incoherently “Oh, yeah, and... uh, Y/n my sweet doll!”

Steve chuckles quietly in the doorway, obviously also amused at the sight. You can't help but grin, shaking your head in disbelief at Bucky's vivid dreams.

After watching Bucky snore peacefully for a few more moments, you and Steve quietly back out of the room and head back down the hall. You can't help but giggle quietly as you walk, the image of Bucky's dreaming face still fresh in your mind.

“I didn't realize he had such vivid dreams,” Steve says, shaking his head. “Or that he was such a fan of Jennifer Aniston”

“Guess you learn something new about your best friend every day,” you reply with a laugh. “We'll have to tease him about it later.”

“Definitely,” Steve agrees, a sly grin spreading across his face. “I wonder if he's ever had dreams about us.”

You feel heat rise to your cheeks at the thought, but you quickly recover. “Oh, come on now,” you say with a laugh. “Let's not get carried away.”

Steve chuckles, slinging his arm around your shoulders again as you continue walking. “Just saying, if he's dreaming about celebrities, it's not a stretch to think he might dream about his friends too.”

“But speaking of dreams,” you say, a playful gleam in your eye. “Did you ever dream about your favorite actress?” Steve laughs, knowing he's been caught. “Guilty as charged,” he admits with a shrug. “She was a stunning woman, and I admit I had a bit of a crush on her back in the day.”

After walking for a while, the two of you decide to head to the kitchen for a midnight snack.

You raided the late-night stash, emerging with popcorn and a tub of ice cream that would make Natasha raise an eyebrow. Steve raised an eyebrow himself, but the playful glint in his eyes mirrored yours.

“Sugar rush de-bugging?”

“Desperate times!” you declared, scooping ice cream and handing him a spoon.

After grabbing a selection of treats, you and Steve make your way back through the quiet halls to your room. As you enter, you're greeted by the comfortable, familiar surroundings. You grab a blanket from the couch and settle into the soft cushions, patting the spot next to you. Steve hands you a drink and sits down beside you, draping the blanket over your laps.

He reaches for the remote and scrolls through a streaming service, eventually settling on a movie. As it begins to play, he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you closer, settling back against the couch.

As the movie progresses, you find yourself leaning into Steve's embrace, your head resting on his shoulder. The light from the TV screen casts a soft, flickering glow over the room, creating a cozy and intimate atmosphere. Throughout the film, Steve's hand rubs gentle circles on your back, his touch warm and comforting. The two of you exchange soft whispers and occasional laughter as the plot unfolds.

“You know,” he said softly, “sometimes I forget what it's like to just…relax.” You squeezed his hand. “I'll remind you...”

His blue eyes met yours, a spark of something deeper igniting in their depths. Leaning closer, he brushed a kiss on the corner of your lips. The gesture sent a shiver down your spine.

As the movie plays on, the late hour begins to take its toll on you and Steve.

“Thank you...” he murmured, his voice husky. Exhaustion finally caught up, eyelids drooping. You, too, were feeling the weight of the night.

His heavy arm around your shoulders becomes your makeshift pillow, and his steady breathing becomes your lullaby. You fight to keep your eyes open, determined to finish the movie, but your eyelids grow heavy with exhaustion.

In the span of a few moments, you find yourself drifting off, snuggled into Steve's side, the warm weight of his arm draped over you.

“Sleep, Captain,” you whispered, wrapping an arm around him. He settled against you, the rain a soft melody against the window. You drifted off together, the weight of the world momentarily forgotten.

As you nod off, the sound of the movie fades into a soothing background noise, blending with the gentle rhythm of Steve's heartbeat and the soft rise and fall of his chest. The warmth of his body against yours acts, as a safety blanket to your subconscious, filling your last moments of wakefulness with a sense of contentment and security before you fall into a deep, peaceful sleep.

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[caffeineforbucky]

Cruel Summer

(Part II) Read part one here

WC: 1,032

Pairing: 'Captain' DBF!John Price x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Minors DNI 18+ etcétera…

A/N: I forgot to credit the text dividers in the last one. so sorry xx, so here's that. Special thanks to @inkedreverie This is also dedicated to those who took the time to read this and support me in the trials and tribulations of being a writer. Thank you!

John was restless.

The man could not, for his life, catch an ounce of sleep. And not for lack of trying.

His mind was racing—fevered—caught in a loop of forbidden thoughts. He tossed and turned in bed, images of you flashing behind his eyelids any moment he closed his eyes. That dress...your pretty smile...your curves...

He groaned into the cotton twill of the down pillow, ridding his subconscious of such notions. You were his friend's daughter for Christ's sake. What in the bloody hell was wrong with him?

A sharp breath escapes him as he pushes himself up, the warmth of sunlight hitting his bare chest as it peaks through the curtains. The room was quiet, save for the ceiling fan circulating the cool air. He rubs the fatigue from his vision with the heels of his palms, dragging his fingers down his face before glancing at the clock on the bedside table.

It was almost eight in the morning and there was no chance in hell he was getting any sleep now.

He swings his legs off the bed, the cold wooden flooring a harsh contrast to the temperature of his skin. The sound of crashing waves on the beach penetrates the walls of his room, the French doors leading straight to the sand. He had to remind himself to thank your parents for letting him spend the summer here. He might've been distinguished, but he was a sucker for a gorgeous view.

With a resigned sigh, he finally stands, stretching his arms over his head, the muscles in his back popping from the movement. He grabs a pair of sweatpants from his suitcase, slipping them on and forgoing a shirt for now. The hot weather didn't exactly call for layers.

Pulling the door open, he steps out, padding barefoot down the corridor and for the stairs, straight to the kitchen, hoping a strong cup of coffee might clear his foggy mind.

"The whole summer?"

Your voice graces his ears, compelling him to pause in his tracks.

"I can't stay the whole summer, ma," You try to reason with her. Though, it seemed your efforts were going in one ear and out the other. Like an impenetrable brick wall.

"And why not?" She turns her gaze away from the eggs on the pan to shoot you a disappointed glare. It makes an inkling of guilt creep up on you. "Don't the benefits of being a teacher include a free summer?"

Oh, this woman made you want to tear your hair out sometimes.

"Teaching doesn't mean I don't have other commitments, Mom," You protest, trying to keep your voice steady. "I have a life back home, friends... responsibilities." You add, your fingers drumming anxiously on the kitchen countertop.

"What about your family?" She shoots back at you, her tone carrying an indication of hurt. "Isn't spending time with us a responsibility too?"

Her words make a pang hit your chest, the guilt blossoming into a greater weight on your shoulders. You hadn't seen them in two years.

"That's not fair..." You mumble, rubbing your arm as you tear your eyes away from her, burning holes into the floor. "You know I didn't mean to be away from you guys. I just—"

"I know," She cuts in, letting out a sigh as she clicks off the stove burner. "I know. I know you have a life, friends, bills, a career, and Aiden, but—"

Her voice comes to a halt at the sight of your eyes, how devoid of life they seemed, and the tears barely brimming at the mention of your boyfriend, the hard swallow that made it seem as if it was jagged.

"Mornin'," John's baritone voice suddenly fills the kitchen, effectively interrupting the tense moment between you and your mother, offering a semblance of respite that you're grateful for.

The moment he steps into view, your lips snap shut and a rush of blood fills your cheeks.

Lord have mercy...

You hadn't expected him to still be here, let alone be displaying the full glory of his toned, battle-scarred body. The sight of him, standing there, half-naked in the kitchen was enough to leave you speechless. His presence was a palpable interruption, but also a welcome distraction from the ongoing argument with your mother.

He pours himself a cup of coffee, seemingly unfazed by the tension in the room. "Didn't mean to interrupt," he says, "I just needed some caffeine." His casual demeanor causes some of your embarrassment to ebb away, but your mother's next words bring it all rushing back.

"Nonsense! We were just discussing how nice it would be if my daughter stayed with us for the summer." Your mother's presumptuous words cause your heart to drop. You shoot her a glare, but she doesn't seem to notice. "Right, honey?"

As you part your lips to argue, John seemingly cuts you off.

"That reminds me, Mary," He starts to say to, bringing the rim of the mug to his lips to take a sip. He swallows, letting his eyes find your mother's. "I wanted to thank you and Frank for letting me stay here for the summer. Christ knows I could use the vacation. At least until I'm shipped off on another assignment."

With a wave of her hand, your mother dismisses his gratitude, shaking her head in kind. “Don’t thank me, or Frank. You’re family, John. And family,” She emphasizes that word. “—Is important. Right?”

She gives you a pointed look, clearly expecting you to agree. You let out a sigh of resignation, knowing full well you're not going to win this argument. "Right," You mutter, rolling your eyes. But deep down, you know she's correct. Family is important, and maybe it's high time you started prioritizing yours.

Fuck me. You thought. She won.

“So it’s settled…?” Your mother looks at you expectantly, a glimmer of hope shining behind her eyes and you’re reminded that you can’t say no to her.

"Fine," You huff, throwing your hands up in surrender. "I'll stay." The smile that lights up your mother's face is almost enough to make the looming dread of an unplanned summer vacation worth it. Almost.

So sorry this parts so short. (More of a filler, really) Just to kickstart my mini series. I really wanted to get sm out there for you guys. I’ve recently lost my abuelita, and I haven’t really gotten the motivation to write. So, I wholeheartedly thank you for your support and understanding. Will try to upload again as soon as I can. Lots of love xx- Angela

[readychilledwine]

Death of Peace of Mind - pt 2

Summary - We all believe Eris has a cabin in the woods where he hides his mate, but what if she wasn't there willingly?

Warnings - smut, a plot twist, degradation, pain kink, oral, forced mating ceremony, Stockholm syndrome, slightly dubcon in nature

A/N - um yeah? I think I know where I want the next part to go, but let me know your input?

Part One

She woke up to Eris's hands roaming every curve of her body. She didn't fight it, snuggling into him as he chuckled. She accepted his touch, his warmth, with no questions asked.

He had saved her. He protected her. He brought her back to this warm, sheltered place despite her ungrateful behaviors. "Good morning," she shivered at his sleep heavy voice. "How did my mate sleep?"

She snuggled further into him, pressing every inch of herself into his warm body. "Good," she whispered into his chest. "How did my mate sleep?" She felt the bond tighten at her acknowledgement, it seemed to almost dance between the two of them strumming and vibrating as if she had just fulfilled it's every selfish need.

Eris kissed the top of her head, smirking to himself at the fall of her defenses. "I sleep very well when my little mate is here to keep me warm," he lifted himself, placing gentle kisses along her neck. She released a breathy sigh, arching into him further and smiling as she let the bond force her to melt in his hands. He rolled over so he was on top of her, slowly lifting her silk nightgown from her body to see how far she'd allow him to take this.

To see how effective his little trick had been.

She allowed him to remove the gown, resting back into the pillows and running her nails along the muscled curves of his back with a soft sigh. 

Many things could be said about Eris. To the outside world, he was manipulative, cruel, cold, and calculating. In this cabin, though, she was learning he was so much more. He was protective, kind, and a generous lover inside and outside of the bedroom.

What other male would have taken her from her home for her protection? What other male would have offered her this haven in exchange for just accepting the bond she was meant to from birth?

She gasped loudly, fingers lacing into those ginger locks as Eris sucked her nipple, rolling it under his tongue and nipping gently. His other hand played with her other breast, fingers ghosted the sensitive peak. He switched his attention, giving her left nipple the same treatment he had her right before continuing his pathway down her stomach. 

He paused, lifting himself slightly when he reached her dripping core. "You are being such a good girl this morning," she felt her walls twitch at the praise and in anticipation. "Do you deserve a reward, little fox?"

She didn't answer, sitting and waiting for him to decide what to do with her and what he wanted. "Good girl," he purred before lowering himself to begin. 

He started slow. Long licks through her soft folds, teasing her clit with barely there touches. Her hands still shot to his hair, threading into the soft locks and gently pulling, spurring him on further. 

He picked up his ministrations, alternating between sucking her clit and pushing his tongue as deep into her walls as he could. She was quickly becoming a mess below him, her pretty lips parted as she moaned and cried his name, her cunt dripping constantly, her walls twitching.

His mouth felt like fire on her body, stimulating her in ways that had her walls twitching with the need to be filled. The bond was screaming in her chest, begging and pleading for more of him, more of the pleasure he was giving her. It had been begging for fulfillment since he brought her home, since he bathed her while she cried, since he held her tight in the bed, warming the sheets until she fell into a deep slumber from warmth and soft drumming of his heartbeat. She was his. And she was ashamed it took her this long to realize it.

Eris came home to the scent of fresh made bread, his hounds all fed and groomed, and the house spotless. His nose picked up on the scent of a familiar stew as well, but he waited to identify it, not wanting to get his hopes up that she was truly doing this. 

But there she was, hair pulled back and in nothing more than a satin robe he had brought home for her from Hewn City. She had the table set already, two bowls ready, two glasses next to each bowl, a decanter filled with Winter Court Red gracing the table. Eris approached her from behind, looking at the soup and smiling into her hair. "Rabbit stew?"

"Per tradition," she stated softly. "And a garlic and herb bread." Eris hummed, biting her neck. "Did you want to change? It is ready." He left her, allowing her to serve the stew and wine. She waited for him at the table, sitting in her seat and fiddling with her hair. 

He returned seconds later, shirtless and in sweatpants, taking his spot at the table and smiling. "You look beautiful." 

"Thank you," she smiled softly. "You should eat." 

Eris ate slowly, savoring knowing he had won. That with each bite he was sealing their destiny and fate. He knew it was cruel, but Amarantha and his father had changed his perspective on what was okay, and what a male should do to protect his mate. 

He watched her when they were finished as she cleaned the mess. A deep heat setting into his stomach. He snapped a few moments later, no longer able to wait a single second longer. 

He pulled her by her long dark hair, forcing her to walk over to the cleared table and bending her over it. Deep blue eyes peeked toward him from over her shoulder as he ripped the robe off of her, exposing a scarred back and smooth tan skin. He ran a single hand down her spine, watching as she shivered, before removing his own pants and wrapping a hand around his aching cock. 

He entered her without warning, knowing she was already wet for him, knowing she enjoyed the pain mixed with pleasure. He wasn't kind to her, having waited hundreds of years for this, having respected her much needed healing journey when he found her adopted by a poor family in Autumn with no memory of who she was, where she came from, nor her name. 

He pulled her apart, fast and hard, relishing in her screaming his name, in her lost babbling, in her pleas for more. 

"Eris please," she cried out. "Gods please."

He smirked above her, memorizing the spot he was hitting that had her walls tightening around him, slickness increasing, and goosebumps erupting on her skin. "What dove? What do you need?" He knew damn well what she need, watching her wiggle and drool after mere minutes of his brutal pace inside of her and the overwhelming stimulation he was causing with each drag of his heavy cock on her walls. "Words, princess." He demanded, growling at her and groaning at her submissive whimpering and the way she bared her neck to him.

"Can I cum?"

He laughed darkly. "Already? Pathetic. What a pathetic little whore." She whimpered again pleading with those almost purple star flecked eyes. "Cum, Seren."

The sound of her name shattered a spell Eris knew was placed many years ago, he watched as she came, struggling as the magic left her mind and frenzy almost instantly seemed to cool, but now familiar wanted, and needed pleasure took over her mind. He released inside of her before pulling out to turn her and comfort her. 

"Where-"

"Autumn. You've been here for over 200 years."

"Rhys-"

"Is safe is the Night Court." Eris pulled her close.

"Tamlin-"

"Alive. Unfortunately."

Seren looked at him, "Why are we in the cabin?" She had not been here since her and Eris took their honeymoon after the celebration of their marriage and mateship. Beron had all but demanded her presence in the Forest House, enjoying his new sparling trophy and alliance tool. "Eris, what happened? Where are my wings?"

She flinched as his amber eyes met her scared ones in pity. "What do you remember?" He held her face softly. "And what do you want to know? Everything?"

Seren was the vision of silent rage when he was done. The world thought she was dead due to a well placed glamor and memory charm from Tamlin. 

Her mother and father were both dead at the hands of the Spring Court. Her brother was High Lord. And married. And a father. 

Her mate had been held captive for 50 years, tortured under a formerly sacred place by Amarantha of all fucking fae.

And to top it all off, her wings were gone. Her precious, beautiful wings. Eris sat in silence before her, allowing her to process everything. "So you dragged me here, forced me to stay against my will, and-"

"I am not proud of what I did, dove. But I did it for your protection."

She huffed loudly. "Sending a Naga after me when I thought I was defenseless does not scream "love", my fire." 

He nodded, taking her criticism. "I had to ensure you didn't leave. All of my research pointed this being the only way to break whatever the fuck Tamlin did." She nodded. "I wasn't honestly sure it would work with us having already confirmed the bond."

"Why did they call me Sera?"

"The family who took you in?" She nodded to the question. "You told them it was your name. They thought you were named to honor my mother, not that you were possibly begging to be taken to her."

Seren nodded. Processing everything slowly before asking the question she knew would hurt the most.  "Does Rhysand know?"

Eris shook his head. "I found you again after we were freed from Amarantha's claws. When you didn't remember who you were still, nor that we were already married and had a mating ceremony, I kept you being here a secret for your protection, and selfishly mine. Father has gotten worse after seeing how Hybern tortured fae and humans."

Seren moved to sit next to him. "I always thought it felt familiar when you'd kiss me. Like I had been doing it all my life." Eris smiled, welcoming her body next to his gratefully, and leaning back to allow her to relax. "Toast still hates me," she inclined her head towards the smoke hound that glared at her nightly. 

"Well, you took her spot on the bed so that's to be expected." Eris shrugged casually. "Do you want to start with appearing in front of Rhysand first?"

Seren nodded. "If you two have an alliance, he will want and need to know. Blind siding him with my….. Unforeseen survival after you benefit from his presence will be seen as an insult."

Eris kissed her neck, already calling for Rhysand in his mind. "I missed you, dove."

"I missed you too, my fire." She kissed him deeply, crawling into his lab and grinding herself against him. "Now fuck me properly."

[zombii-ships]

Headcanons: Jack primal predator kink hunting MC as prey, down and than devouring MC once he caught them (aka sex with MC once he hunted MC down).

hope you don’t mind a little drabble for this, I love it!

“Sunshine? Where are you, my sunshine….” Jack called through the apartment, opening each door carefully as he searched for his prey. His voice was tinged with an almost saccharine dark growl, a departure from his normal cheery tone. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you, just wanna eat you up cuz’ you’re so cute…”

MC had made the mistake of stowing away inside of the closet in their bedroom, holding a hand over their mouth as they heard Jack’s heavy footsteps shuffle into the room. They could hear him quietly humming as he searched the room, tearing the covers off of the bed, then looking under, and then moving furniture around. Was he always this strong? Was this desperation to find them?

“Come on out, sunshine. I’m dying for a little taste of you.” Jack sounded closer, and closer still, damn near outside of the closet. MC peeked through the cracked door of the closet, catching a glimpse of Jack’s form; toned, determined, desperate to find them and consume them whole, he embodied the hapless determination of a predator hunting for his hidden prey, tearing through the room for them. MC inhaled sharply, watching him palm at his clothed length- god, he was huge- as he walked slowly towards the closet.

Smirking, Jack approached, a growling chuckle leaving his throat as his hand reached for the doorknob.

“I’ve got the advantage here, sunshine. God, you’re so cute when you think you can hide from me-“ Jack taunted, drumming his fingers on the door. MC backed up as quietly as they could, putting some distance between them and their pursuer, but effectively cornering themselves. As the door opened and they got a peek of Jack’s blue hair, they felt the fearful arousal building inside of them, and just as quickly as it built, it paused as Jack turned his head, striding off as he seemingly heard something coming from the next room over.

MC let out a soft exhale, and quickly realized their mistake, clasping a hand over their mouth as they heard Jack’s grumbling laughter and his footsteps approaching the closet again, slowly opening the doors with a satisfied smile.

“There you are. Almost threw me off your trail there.” He chuckled, leaning over his “prey”, blocking them in the corner of the closet. Jack’s imposing, broad figure, usually brought them comfort; some sort of safety; but this time it was quite the opposite. The Jack MC was used to, the soft, sweet, jokester had taken on a darker persona. Breathing over them, he scanned his lover’s form, adjusting himself as he seemingly planned his next move.

The look in his eyes, even despite the poor light in the space was unmistakable: hunger.

The clown that MC loved so much looked at them with a nearly primal hunger, an ache, a lust they had never seen before- like Jack had let go of his usual carefully crafted code of conduct, and the beast just below the surface had been given control.

“I can’t wait to eat you up.” Jack breathed out, his voice heavy with a hungry satisfaction as he gazed over your form. Swiftly, they were engulfed in his embrace, his broad form over them as he scooped them into his arms. He tucked his head into their neck, taking in their scent as his hands wandered across their form. His eyes- half lidded- as he licked his lips, taking the view of them in like a man starved for days seeing a three-course meal.

Jack brought them to their shared bed, laying them underneath him. He took their wrists in his hands, not quite pinning them there, but holding them still enough to where they couldn’t squirm out of his grasp.

“No use running now, sunshine. You’re mine now…” He teased them, breathing another ragged breath just shy of the shell of their ear.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I like playing with my food…” Jack’s right hand released its grip on their wrist, slowly tracing down their body to meet their most sensitive of areas, a pleased expression crossing his face as he felt their building arousal. Jack leaned down, pressing his chest heavily against them, his heart racing as he had his beloved exactly where he wanted them.

“By the time i’m ready to devour you, i’ll have you begging for me to do it.” He growled.

[primaviva]

PAIRING: gwen stacy x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: while hanging out in gwen’s room, you find a neatly folded piece of paper on the floor of her messy room, which is weird considering how messy she is. she clearly cares about it and upon questioning her, she doesn’t wanna spill her secret. it had you thinking, what was so special about the sheet of paper?

WARNINGS/NOTES: none! pure fluff, kissing, gwen being the rockstar gf that she is, crappy movies that’s not a warning im just scarred from actually watching the movie ENJOY !!

as the afternoon approached and the sun began its descent, the world outside seemed to transform into a watercolor landscape. from gwen's window, you gazed in wonder as the sky blazed with bright oranges, rich yellows, and deep purples, each hue dripping like drying artwork caught in a gentle breeze and blending seamlessly into the next like an artist's paint strokes. it was a breathtaking sight, and for a few moments, you simply savored the beauty of the world around you.

gwen had taken you to a peculiar sandwich joint on your date, one that she had seen being robbed by the typical goon. in hindsight, that should have been a red flag to you, but the food turned out to be surprisingly good. ‘maybe that villian that spiderwoman fought had some redeeming qualities after all and maybe he was onto something’ you thought. as the sun began to dip below the horizon, you both strolled through the city streets, not quite ready to call it a night. eventually, the clock crept towards 5:00 and gwen invited you back to her place. you accepted happily, totally not feeling a flutter of excitement in your stomach at the thought of spending more time with her.

gwen had stumbled upon a truly crappy movie on her laptop, but you were both excited to watch it regardless. it was a ritual the two of you had developed, where you would play bad movies and indulge in your inner video essay film bro, analyzing and critiquing every aspect of the film.

although gwen had stepped out of the room for a moment, you couldn't wait for her to return so you could resume watching "creature from cannibal creek." despite its laughably low budget of at most $50, the movie had captured your attention and you found yourself fascinated by its cheesy plot and shoddy special effects. in your mind, you couldn’t wait to argue with gwen once the film finished on how it was the ultimate "so bad it's good" movie and a cinematic masterpiece of our generation.

gwen was still downstairs fetching snacks, leaving you alone in her room. as you waited, you couldn't resist the urge to snoop around a little. as you explored, you tidied up a bit, putting things back in their place.

while you looked around, your eyes fell on a row of polaroids hanging on her wall. the sight of the pictures brought a smile to your face, and you couldn't help but pause to take a closer look. among them was a photo you had taken with gwen's camera when she was sick and you had come to stay with her. in the picture, you were holding the camera with a big grin on your face, striking a pose while gwen lay unconscious in the background, likely snoring away. you remembered how you had shown her the photo, and how she had rolled her eyes and said she hated it, even though you knew she was joking. seeing the picture still hanging on her wall brought a warmth to your chest, and you felt a rush of affection for her.

while you were looking around, your leg accidentally bumped into the bass drum of gwen's drum set, causing the front of it to pop out. you felt a twinge of panic at the thought of having damaged her beloved instrument. however, as you inspected the damage, something else caught your eye.

a small, neatly folded piece of loose leaf paper had fallen out from behind the bass drum cover. It looked like it had been ripped from gwen's notebook, but what surprised you was its pristine condition. gwen was notoriously messy and disorganized, and her belongings were no exception. it was unusual to see something so carefully folded and well-maintained. you couldn't help but wonder what was written on it, and why it was so important to her. the fact that she had gone to such lengths to preserve it only added to the mystery.

furrowing your brows in confusion, you bent down to pick up the small piece of paper. as you carefully unfolded it, you were surprised to see intricate patterns that looked like drummer notations for some sort of rhythm. ‘it’s a drum sheet’ you concluded.

your eyes widened as you realized what had really caught your attention, your name, written at the top of the page like a title. “(y/n),” you mouthed, heart beginning to race as you tried to make sense of what you were seeing.

your body froze at the sudden sound of gwen's door opening wide, exposing you to her view with the sheet of paper in your hand. "sorry it took so long, but uh, you okay babe?" she asked, concern etched on her face. "i heard a loud bang and was wondering what it was-"

gwen froze mid-sentence as she saw what you were holding. you froze when she saw what you were holding. you both stood there in silence, and you couldn't help but feel like you had stumbled upon something you weren't supposed to see. in fact, gwen looked embarrassed, and you could feel your own cheeks heating.

"what's this, gwen?" you questioned, looking up at her and still holding the sheet of paper with your name on it. you tried to read her expression, but it was difficult to decipher. she slowly made her way over to you, setting the snacks down on the coffee table before taking a faraway glance at the sheet. the whole mood of the room had changed into something completely new, and you couldn't help but wonder what was going through her mind.

"uh, yeah. it’s is a drum sheet. i was just working on some new rhythms,” she lied, right through her teeth.

“gwen,” you deadpanned, “my name is on it…is it about me?” your voice was curious but also filled with excitement.

she hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say. you stepped closer to her, handing her the piece of paper. “is there something you wanna tell me?”

"okay, okay, you caught me," gwen confessed, scratching the back of her neck and taking a deep breath as she prepared for the worst. "it's not just some new rhythms. it's a composition i've been working on for a while now… about you."

your eyes widened as your mouth parted slightly, now you didn’t know what to say. you felt a surge of butterflies fluttering in your stomach, and you had to look down to hide the heat rising to your cheeks. gwen's cheeks were equally flushed, and the room was filled with a charged silence as you both tried to process the confession.

“for real? it’s about me?” you asked in anticipation as your eyes lit up at hers.

gwen nods, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. "yeah…ever since our first date, i've been wanting to express how i feel. about you, about us, about how you make me feel- but i uh couldn't find the words. so i channeled all of those emotions into my drumming, and this is what i came up with."

gwen had been playing drums for years, and it was her passion. she spent countless hours practicing and perfecting her skills, always striving to improve. but since your first date, gwen had been overwhelmed with emotions and feelings that she couldn't quite put into words. after she walked you to your place and got home herself, she couldn't find any other way to express how she was feeling besides getting on her drums. it started out simple and quiet as she reflected on the beginning of your relationship. but as she delved deeper into her thoughts, reminiscing about your beauty, your laughter, and how you made her feel seen, her hits got harder and her sound got louder. she only stopped when her dad knocked on her door, telling her to keep it down. but to gwen, playing the drums was like keeping a diary. every hit and every variation of sound coming from her drums was a sentence that described how she felt about you. over time, she had created a beautiful and powerful composition that perfectly captured the way you made her feel. it was her way of expressing her love for you, and it was a testament to how much you meant to her.

you were surprised and touched by this revelation. you had no idea that gwen had been working on a song about you this time, and it made your heart skip a beat knowing you were the muse.

you felt your heart swell at her words, but the look on her face was still flustered. "gwen, that's really sweet. i had no idea you were working on something like this. i mean a song about me? why didn’t you tell me?” you asked, no shame in how eager and giddy you sounded.

"i don't know… i didn't know how to bring it up and i didn't want to even think about showing it to you until it was perfect. i guess i just wasn't expecting you to find it,” she shrugged while glancing down to look at the paper.

you put your hands over here as she held the sheet, moving your head a little over the paper so she would look down at you instead. “well i'm glad i found it, and i'm honored you wrote something for me,” you tell her in a hushed tone, being so close to each other she could hear you with ease from the distance. her cheeks were airbrushed a pretty pink as she felt the softness of your hands touch against her jagged ones.

her hand cupped your cheek, bringing solace to your beating heart. despite her calloused hands, evident from her drumming, they held you with an equal amount of tenderness. gwen’s love for music was evident in every aspect of her being, from her rough fingertips to her deep, soulful eyes. it was as if the rhythm of life flowed through her every movement. yet, even in the midst of it all, she made you feel like you were floating, light as a feather in her embrace. she made you feel like you could forget all about your troubles and just enjoy the moment. you loved every bit of her, from her hands to the music that danced along her fingertips, to the deep love and appreciation she has for you. it was a feeling that made your heart skip a beat.

“can i hear it? if you’ll play it for me,” you ask her, not wanting to push gwen considering you weren’t even supposed to find it.

gwen nods, feeling a newfound sense of confidence begin to outshine her nerves. "of course. i'd love to play it for you," she spoke with a smile.

you got yourself comfortable on her bed, watching in anticipation as she set up her drums. a big smile was stretched upon your face as you eagerly waited for her to start playing.

"are you ready to hear it?" gwen asked, her voice trembling slightly.

you nodded eagerly as you watched her take a deep breath, the silence of the room was suddenly shattered by a big bang as the first notes began to fill the air.

it sounded slow and gentle, with a steady rhythm that gradually grew in complexity. it was melodic, and mirrored the range of gwen’s emotions. gwen's hands moved quickly and fluidly across the drums, creating a hypnotic melody that filled the room. she used different hand and stick movements that created different sounds and textures against the drum, elevating its sound and building the composition to a crescendo. it was reaching its loudest point.

the song sounded like her heartbeat, with each beat reflecting the pounding she felt when she was with you. in the beginning, the hits were gentle and slow, mirroring the time before you two began dating. but after your first date, gwen had fallen deeper and deeper for you, and every intense hit was a sign of every time she wanted to say i love you, every time she wanted to kiss you but was too scared to, and every time she just wanted to be near you. it was all about you. you couldn't take your eyes off of her as she played, her aura glowing as she hit each beat with precision and finesse. as the composition progressed, gwen's movements became more and more passionate, her face contorting with emotion as she poured everything she had into the music. she had never felt more in tune with her emotions before, as if she was communicating her feelings directly through each echo of the drums that bounced off the walls. as gwen played, she felt a sense of catharsis wash over her, a release of all the repressed emotions that she had been holding onto for so long. every beat of the drum was like a weight being lifted off her chest.

for gwen, music was a way to express herself in a way that words could not. it was a way to communicate her deepest emotions and feelings, to connect with others on a level that was beyond language. and in that moment, as she played her heart out, she felt more connected to you than ever before.

you watched in awe as you felt yourself being transported to another whole world. gwen’s world. as the music filled the room, you closed your eyes and let yourself get lost in the rhythm, feeling your body slowly rock in time with the beat.

as the song reached its climax, the thunderous high gradually began to die down, the sound of quick fluttering against the drums still evident as the composition eased its transition back to its origin. gwen's hands moved so quickly that they blurred together. however, the song never returned to the same gentle tone it had in the beginning. yes, it was quieter, but it was also peaceful and optimistic. it was symbolic of how much you had changed gwen's life, how you had supported her to be better and how she had become a better person just for you. now, she had never been happier and more at peace with you by her side to make her days a little bit easier. her heart, the composition, was no longer slow but balanced, reflecting the growth and transformation that she had experienced since meeting you. as the energy in the room reached a fever pitch, you could feel the emotions rising, building towards a powerful climax. and when the final note rang out, gwen was left breathless, her hands still hovering over the drums as she took a moment to catch her breath.

you, on the other hand, were left speechless, moved by the intensity and beauty of her musical expression of love.

"that was... incredible," you managed to say, voice slightly hoarse. your eyes were glossy, and tears threatened to form as you struggled to find the right words. “i’ve never heard anything like that before gwen.”

feeling overwhelmed by the intensity and beauty of the music, you made your way out of her bed and slowly walked around her drums, taking in the sight of gwen in all her glory. her smile was radiant, a mix of relief and pride shining through as she looked at you. the two of you just stood there in silence, savoring the afterglow of the performance. it was as if time had stood still, and nothing else in the world mattered except for the two of you and the music.

“i'm glad you liked it," she replied, putting the drum sticks down and catching her breath. “i just wanted to find a way to express how much you mean to me, and this seems like it was the best way to do it."

for gwen, playing the composition had been a deeply personal and emotional experience, one that had allowed her to express herself in a way that words never could. and for you, it had been a moment of pure magic, a glimpse into the depths of gwen's heart and soul that left you feeling grateful.

before you knew it you jumped into gwens lap as she was still sitting on the stool. she let out a gasp before catching and holding you firmly against her, sitting you more comfortably on her while your arms made their way around her neck and pulled her close. as you embraced her tightly, gwen could feel the warmth of your tears on her shoulder. she held her close, feeling a sense of contentment that she had never experienced before.

"i didn't mean to make you cry," gwen said softly, one hand wrapping around your waist while the other rubbed up and down your back. “was i that bad?” she joked, which earned a loud snort from you which was muffled by her skin.

"i’m okay- i’m sorry," you apologized weakly, pulling back to look into gwen's eyes. "it's just... your song was so beautiful, and it really hit me. i don't think i've ever felt so loved before."

gwen felt her heart swell with love at your words. she had poured so much of herself into the composition, and to hear that it had touched you deeply was more than she had ever hoped for.

she moved her hand from your back to cup your cheek, using her thumb to wipe the tears from your eyes. 'i'm glad," gwen replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "i wanted you to know how you make me feel… how grateful i am for you, and i couldn't find the words. but i think the drums said it all."

you smiled, wiping away the last of your tears.

“yeah, your drums have a big ass mouth. maybe that’s how i can tell you own them,” you agreed, voice still shaky. “it was perfect, i loved it.”

gwen giggled at how you sounded, her laughter filling the room. "i guess you're right," she agreed, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "but in all seriousness, i'm glad you loved it. i put a lot of myself into that composition, so it means everything to me that it touched you."

she grinned, relieved that she was finally able to share the song with you. you cupped her cheeks with a bright smile, savoring the moment.

“just wish i could express myself as well as you do,” gwen admitted, her eyes looking into yours like she’s staring at the world.

you gave her a reassuring look, hands caressing the sides of her face lightly. “that’s fine with me,” you replied, reminding gwen of your willingness to be patient with her. “what you did spoke volumes.”

you stared at gwen's lips, feeling a rush of desire wash over you. you wanted nothing more than to feel her own on yours, to taste the sweetness of her mouth and lose yourself in the moment. slowly, you leaned in, savoring the anticipation of what was to come. you paused for a moment, inches away from the inevitable kiss as you gazed deeply into her eyes. they were like watercolor paintings, shades of blue and green blending together in a mesmerizing pattern. the tension in the air made her heart skip a beat, and before you knew it, she leaned in to meet your lips, closing the gap between you both. her mouth on yours was tender and slow, a reflection of her passion and love for you. you pulled her closer as she leaned her head to the side, allowing you the deepen the kiss. it felt like a declaration of love, like you both knew you were meant to be together.

as you and gwen pulled away, you rested your foreheads against one another, catching your breaths and reveling in each other's presence. the world faded away, leaving you two in this perfect period of lovers bliss.

“i love you,” gwen said, her voice barely above a whisper. you felt your blood rush to your cheeks at her words, despite hearing them before. she didn’t say it often, but you knew that for gwen, expressing certain things verbally wasn’t easy. it wasn’t the frequency that she said it to you that mattered, but the sincerity in her voice about her love for you. everytime she said it, it felt like a precious gift and a reminder of how important you are to her.

"i love you too," you replied, your eyes glistening as you looked at the love that reflected in her gaze.

suddenly, you both heard the low battery sound from gwen’s laptop. it was then you both remembered the snacks you had set up to watch a that crappy film.

"we should probably get back to the movie," gwen suggested, laughing at the thought of what they were about to watch.

"you're right, we can’t leave that oscar worthy cinematic gold waiting," you joked, smiling even though your sentence sounded like word vomit. "but first…”

before you finished your sentence, you leaned in and kissed gwen again, your lips meeting softly as you let the warm and comforting sensation of her mouth sink in.

"okay, now i think we can go watch the movie," gwen said, grinning from ear to ear as she picked you up from under your thighs and carried you to her bed. you laughed at her sudden display of strength, fighting the urge to make a suggestive joke.

gwen turned the lights off as you both got comfortable, snuggling into her side. your head against the crook of her neck as her arm hooked around your shoulder, lightly tracing your chest. the atmosphere radiated a peaceful feeling as you felt your muscles relax, happier than ever to be this close to your girlfriend.

she made sure her laptop was charged before pressing play on the movie, and you both settled in for what promised to be a night of laughter and relaxation. when the opening credits rolled, you felt gwen's hand slip into yours, and you squeezed it gently, feeling the heat of her skin against yours.

as you watched the terrible plot unfold, you guys couldn't help but laugh at how bad it was. from the outrageous twists to the ridiculous costumes and awful sound effects, it was a train wreck of epic proportions. in other words, flaming garbage. but you both didn't care, because you were together, and that was all that mattered.

when the movie finally ended, you both began your stupid arguments and psychoanalysis of the film. but gwen could tell you were getting tired by the way your speech started to slow as you talked. she closed the laptop and moved it to her coffee table before gently guiding your head onto her chest, her arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you close.

you felt her fingers run through your hair as her hands traced and roamed your skin, guiding you to sleep. she felt content as your breathe hit her neck, finding her own eyes getting heavy.

the last thing you felt as you drifted off to sleep was her strong arms wrapped around you, a warm kiss to your temple, and a faint “i’m so glad i met you.”

gwen felt a sense of pride and happiness as she looked at you, knowing that asking you to be her girlfriend was one of the best decisions she had ever made. even though she might not always be able to express her feelings in words, she was determined to show you just how much you meant to her. through her actions and her unwavering support, you knew that she loved you deeply and would always be there for you. whether it was a warm embrace after a long day, a silly joke to make you smile, or a simple kiss on the forehead, gwen always found ways to show you that you were loved and cherished.

you knew that you were lucky to have her in your life. and yeah, she might not always say what she feels, but her actions spoke louder than words, and you know that her love for you is real.

A/N: i thought this idea was so cute so i wrote this whole thing at like midnight. anyway creature of cannibal creek is a real ass movie and it’s actually unbelievably bad that it’s a comedy like the budget….that’s a post for another time anyway reblogs and everything are super appreciated ty for the love 😘

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[liyacreate]

Dateables react to you slapping their ass

Ah it took a while for me to make this sorry T T

Brothers' vers

Diavolo

No one would ever dare do that other than you. Everyone else would be too scarerd and intimidated to even think of doing such a thing. Which is why he had never thought you would do it. After the initial shock he'll realize what you just did and grin from ear to ear. He'll even laugh a little.

Will make sure to get back at you. Will make it a competition to see who can slap the other's ass and who can catch the other off guard more.

Barbatos

He won't show it but he was momentarily caught off guard. A very slight change in his expression that he managed to hide in a second with a smile. He'll act suave and flip the tables on you. Now you're the one who's blushing madly.

He won't slap your ass but will give them squeazes once in a while. With long pauses in between so that you forget about them and are surprised by the sudden squeaze again.

Simeon

The brightest blush and the widest eyes you'll see on him. Will try to brush it off or ask you what you're doing to act calm but his face is red up to his ears that it's clear you had a big effect on him. He'll try to laugh it off.

Another one who won't reciprocate in drumming your ass cheeks. If you're in a relationship however do expect a few soft playful taps on the butt.

Solomon

Surprised pikachu face. Did you just do that? Once it hits him that you did in fact just do that he has the biggest shit eating grin. And that's when you realized you fucked up. He'll find a way to tease you about it. He'll bring it up a lot, especially in front of the brothers just to annoy them.

If you think he wouldn't smack that ass as frequently as he can now that you've started it. This man is a menace. He'll enjoy making you jump from surprise.

[foxdrabbles]

Drabble idea: Any interaction between any of the "Weird Stuff Got Unethically Got Shoved Into My Head With Experiments And All I Got Were Destructive Powers And This Cool T-Shirt" kids? (At least includes Ifrit, Rosmontis, and Ebenholz. Likely more. Scientists need to stop shoving things into the brains of these kids...)

"Wait. You mean, you got it taken out???"

"It didn't help anything." Ebenholz shrugged. "Even if it wasn't a true remnant of his power, turns out having weird shit in your brain for your entire life has some side effects."

"Yeah, but still!" Ifrit leaned her chair back onto two legs, throwing her feet up on the table. "Don't have to hear the old geezer anymore, do ya? Wish that was me."

"Ifrit, you're going to fall. Ebenholz. Does it ... still hurt?" Rosmontis asked.

"The headaches haven't stopped, but they're less frequent now."

"That's not what I meant." Rosmontis swiped at her ever present terminal, scrolling through pages of memory. "Inside. Do you ... feel any better?"

Ebenholz paused, drumming his fingers at the table.

Rosmontis nodded solemnly. "When... When we were in Trimounts. It helped. But there was still work to do. And we're still working on it."

"It fucking sucks!!" Ifrit exclaimed. "At least you two got to kill the fuckers who did this to you. Silence won't even tell me what happened to - "

The chair collapsed under Ifrit, and she toppled onto the floor, followed by a loud and copious amount of swearing.