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[weavinghands]

@iobartach

THE AIR WAS SOFT & SUBTLE . no doubt a lively time for humans , while it simply felt like passing the time for the shinigami . her eyes catch staring gaze , brow arching to show she had acknowledge his presence . all he had to do is make his move before she got bored & made hers .

[whocaresstillthelouvre]

Golden Walkway

Pairing: Jackson Joel Miller x Female Reader (Reader is a teacher in Jackson, has long hair.) Rating: Explicit. 18+ (Minors DNI) Summary: It’s your birthday, Joel takes you out to the Tipsy Bison, kisses (and does more to) you in the rain, and takes you home to give you a gift (it's sex, the gift is sex). Also, the thought of Joel spitting whiskey in someone's mouth happened and I had to write it out. 🤷🏼‍♀️ Warnings: smut, drinking, consent first, degradation second, followed by so much praise, hair pulling, spitting, Joel calls you a slut, fingering against a brick wall, F receiving oral, I watched that doggy style Narcos gif (for research) a lot, unprotected p in v, apocalypse birth control (pulling out), Joel’s canon age, Reader’s in her 30’s. Words: 4,300 A/N: Hi! Welcome to my first published fic. I'm currently working on a grander scale fic with these two, I hope to have the first chapter out within the next couple of weeks. I just really wanted to get this out there! Thanks for reading and a big thank you to @ohheypedrito for all of her help and also to our phones for not overheating when I send 40 texts at once with ideas for fics. Hope you enjoy, can't even blame the feralness of this on the full moon.

Edit: I posted the Masterlist for Elks, my work these two are included in.

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“Was turning 21 as fun as they’d show in movies back then?” You’re cuddled in next to Joel on his couch sketching in your notebook while Joel reads a book about Native Americans that you found him. You always do this, a random question or thought to break the comfortable silence.   

“Not for me, bought a 12 pack of Bud Light and split it on my porch with Tommy. Sarah was only a toddler then and I had work in the morning. Didn’t have the money or the time to go to a bar. ‘Course I don’t think a lotta people did anything the way they’d show in the movies.”

“I always wanted to have my 21st birthday at a bar, ya’ know? Wait until the clock strikes midnight and order a weird named shot.”

“Well, I reckon we could do that at the Bison tomorrow night. Might not be your 21st but I’ll get you whatever you want to drink, and the best part is you can drink before midnight.” Joel pulls you in closer and kisses your forehead, “What do you say, let me take you out for your birthday sweetheart.”

“Yes, please,” you sigh into his shoulder, “sounds amazing.”

“Wear that little blue dress I know you have hanging in your closet.”

The drinks flowing through you making you downright giddy, alcohol making you bolder, your body and your inhibitions becoming looser, your hands becoming addicted to touching Joel, first his leg, then his thigh, now his lower stomach, right at his waistband. You haven’t been this tipsy in a long time, your face feeling flushed and red more from your desire than any drink you’ve had tonight.

“You better knock that off before I take you outside in the rain and fuck you against the building, darling,” Joel huffs into your ear. His fiery warning massaging your neck causing your heart rate cooled by your inebriation to pick up. 

“Sooo, keep going?” You slur back. 

“If that’s what you really want,” Joel puts a forceful squeeze on your upper thigh, a layer of your dress laying between his skin and your skin. If you weren’t both sitting at the bar, and maybe in one of the more darker corners of the saloon you’d surely hike your skirt up and let him learn just how bad you want him.

It feels so good to let go with him, to giggle openly at his jokes, stare at his profile as he talks with a friend or two who stop by to say hello, or place your hand on his broad back just because you want to touch his soft blue denim shirt. 

You watch as his tongue darts out and licks the leftover whiskey off his top lip, Joel’s movements becoming a little slower thanks to the amber liquid he’s been drinking all night. Some droplets glisten on his mustache, you fight every urge inside yourself to not lean over and lick them up. 

“It’s what I want,” you respond as you move your hand back and forth across his waistband.

“Jesus Christ, I’m about ready to throw you over my shoulder and run home,” Joel says as he takes your hand into his and pulls it away.

“Not so fast. You told me you’d fuck me in the rain, that’s what I want for my birthday,” you whisper into his ear with a breathy giggle.

“Can’t fuck you out here in public. Small town ‘n all, but I’ll make you feel good,” Joel takes a last swig of his drink, puts the glass down and knocks his fist on the bar to let the bartender know you two are leaving. He leans forward and drawls into your ear, “Now finish your drink if you want me to show you just how happy of a birthday I can give you.” 

You nod and gulp your drink down. You’re so wet, you don’t know if you’ve ever been this turned on before. Joel grabs your arm with the perfect amount of pressure, you’ve never been so happy to get outside into the pouring rain. 

——

It’s absolutely storming outside, your footsteps sloshing in the puddles on the ground. The rain pelting your’s and Joel’s bodies as you walk through late night Jackson. It feels like you’re the only two people in the whole town as you make your way farther away from the bar. The bulbs of the string lights reflecting off the water gathering on the sidewalks making your path towards Joel’s house golden. You don’t rush, the two of you not scared away by the downpour, the drops cooling your burning skin. Joel turns down the street before his, pulling you behind one of the storage buildings, it’s darker back here, practically pitch black thanks to the rain clouds blocking the moon and the nearest light source being three buildings down. You’re pushed up against the brick, Joel’s hand gently cradling your head to block it from hitting the wall, he’s such a gentleman. 

“Happy birthday baby, I need you to tell me you want this, ‘n you’re okay with this, I have plans for you and I need you to tell me you want it.” Joel instructs you, all you can see is his eyes and the faint lines of his facial hair, the rest of him camouflaged by the darkness surrounding the two of you. 

“I want it, more than anything. Please,” your voice straining as you beg. 

“Tell me you want me to have my way with you,” Joel speaks into your slack mouth as he rubs his arched nose against yours. 

“I want you to have your way with me,” you moan against his wet shirt, “so bad.”

“Good girl, now, m’not gonna fuck you here, because I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop and I need to have you in my bed tonight.” Joel starts to move his hand down your body lifting the hem of your dress. “But, you are going to cum for me right here.” Joel captures your mouth with his. His hand starts to trace the outline of your panties, you mew out a cry as his fingers slip through and begin to pet you right where you ache the most. His hands are so big, his fingers so long and thick, always putting the right amount of pressure, moving the way you need him to move. Joel Miller is a capable man, everyone knows that, but nobody, except for you, knows just how capable he is. 

Joel sticks a finger in you, though his finger is thick and feels so good, you need more to fill you. 

“Another,” you instruct in between fevered kisses. Your pussy clenches as Joel pushes another finger in you. “Yessss,” you moan out against his lips.

“That’s my good girl, gotta get you stretched out f’me.” Joel begins to kiss his way down your chin and neck stopping at your chest, your hard nipples jutting through your wet dress. Joel takes one into his mouth, sucking the fabric and your tit deeper into his mouth. The sloppy wet sounds of Joel’s suctions making you want him more.

“Another finger,” you shudder out. “Three? You really want it tonight, don’t you?” Joel mumbles against your chest as he sticks a third finger in. It burns, it burns in the best way. You’re ready for him, it’s what you’ve been waiting for all night. You bite down on your lip as your legs begin to shake, Joel can tell you’re right on the edge and twists his fingers inside of you as he finger fucks you harder. 

Your orgasm bursts forward your whole body going stiff as you try not to wail out into the night.

“That’s iiiiiit baby,” Joel pulls his fingers out of you and softly pets your pussy from hole to clit.

He removes his hand from between your legs bringing it up between the two of you resting his finger tips against your lips, you open your mouth and begin to lick. His tongue meeting yours as you both clean his thick digits covered in you. He takes his hand away leaving just your mouths to taste each other. His kiss turns tender, your kiss turns desperate.

Joel pulls away resting his forehead against yours. “My beautiful birthday girl. Let’s get you home, my gift’s not done.”

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Your body practically chills with the promise of what is left to come. Joel grabs your hand and you take it depending on him to lead you to his home. Every step you take you feel your wet core heavy with lust, you’re soaked from the rain and from Joel, if you could drown like this, you would go down with the sinking ship. His house comes into view, your body tingling in anticipation at the site as the both of you speed your footsteps up in perfect agreement. 

He throws open the gate, you’re following so close you almost trip on his heels making your way up the walkway and steps. He fumbles for his keys and unlocks the doors, you take the opportunity to run your hands all over his back and sides, rubbing the wet cloth of his shirt as it molds to his body. The door swings open and you both shuffle into his living room gasps escaping your mouths, both out of breath from your dash home and your mutual want for each other. You step out of your wet shoes and shake your hair out. 

“Take your dress off, right now.” Joel huffs out as he tosses his keys on the console table and begins to kick his boots off. 

You strip yourself of your baby blue frock as fast as you can. You’ve never had a reason to wear such a revealing piece of clothing. You don’t know why you held onto it, let alone grabbing it from the communal clothing rack, never thinking anything, or anyone, would be worthy enough for you to dress up for. Joel’s worthy, so worthy. 

“Feel like I’m a little underdressed here…” your words grab Joel’s attention as he moves his hands up to his chest to begin to unbutton his denim shirt. He gets one button taken care of before he rips it open. Shame, it’s your favorite shirt, you'll have to fix it for him later. You watch as a button rolls underneath a table, before you can note where it lands, your attention turns back to Joel to find him stepping out of his jeans and underwear leaving him completely naked. 

What a sight, what a fucking sight. There’s only a lamp on in the room, Joel’s body being cast in amber color and shadow, one side of him on full display glowing in the light, the other more difficult to discern. He moves forward stalking you. “Now I’m the underdressed one here. Take them off for me,” he says as he moves to pick up a bottle of whiskey from his shelf. 

You follow his instructions shucking your underwear down your legs and leaving them pooled at your feet. 

“Good girl,” Joel says as he begins to walk towards you unscrewing the lid off the bottle. He stands in front of you and takes a drink. “Open your mouth,” he orders as he grabs your hair and tips your head back. He takes another pull from the bottle, this time he raises his mouth over your mouth and begins to dribble drips of whiskey down from his mouth into yours. A moan raises from your throat, causing Joel to tighten his hold on your hair and arch your head back even more. He spits the rest of the whiskey straight into your mouth, you happily swallow his spit and liquor down. He unwinds his hands from your hair, takes another drink and kisses you, the whiskey and his tongue spilling into your mouth. Joel pulls back and takes his last swig before resting the bottle on the table. “Get upstairs.”

You don’t think you’ve ever run so fast in your life, tripping over your feet as you rush your way up, Joel’s naked form hunting you like prey up each step.

The sight of Joel’s bed brings a new wave of goosebumps to your skin. 

“Bend over on the bed darlin,” Joel turns on a lamp in the corner and pulls it closer. “Need to lick and fuck you with my tongue.” 

You move over to Joel’s side of the bed and bend forward, your ass sitting high in the air and your face in the sheets, you inhale the smell of Joel on his sheets. You swing your hips in giddy anticipation of what’s about to happen. 

You feel his body lean over yours, his erection laying over your lumbar. “Okay baby, once again, need you to tell me you’re good with me having my way with your body,” he tempts into your ear. 

“Fuck, y—yes, fuck, of course I am good. So good.”

“That’s my girl,” Joel’s heavy body lifting off of yours as he kneels between your legs. You feel his hot breaths on you where you’re aching for him the most, you widen your stance egging him on to touch you. “Look at you,” Joel licks your thigh, “so fuckin’ wet you’ve spilled out into your thighs.” 

You scream a pleasured yell as Joel’s teeth bite down into the flesh of your thigh and sucks your skin into his mouth. The pain is perfect. He loosens his bite, kissing and licking the spot, the sensation making your body quiver. 

“Okay baby?”

“Y-y-yessss,” you answer.

“Whaddo you need sweetheart?” 

“Lick me,” you beg out, “please.”

“‘Course. Where do you want me to lick you?” Joel questions as he nuzzles his head against your ass cheek, giving it a small bite.

“My pussy. Pleeeaaase,” you’d say you sound pathetic but you couldn’t care less, your lust overshadowing any type of pride.

“Mm, you sound so needy baby, you sound like you really need my tongue on you, huh?” His teasing drawl drives you crazy, your body won’t stop moving, absolutely radiating tensity from your want.

“Please,” you implore, sobbing out. 

“Alright baby,” his hands grab your cheeks and spreads them, widening his view of you. “Prettiest thing I ever seen, love your pussy.”

This act feels so depraved, everything on display for him, legs and cheeks spread wide, your pussy exhibited for him like it’s an art piece.

You literally scream into the bed, biting down on Joel’s comforter as his tongue finally meets your core. This, thiiiiiiis is what you’ve been wanting all night. Joel moans against you, not being able to hold himself back as he tastes you, his fevered licks exploring your cunt, his large tongue mapping every inch of you. He’s absolutely conquering you, the noises of his lips and tongue smacking against your wetness soundtracking his journey. 

He can feel you getting close your hips beginning to cant as your orgasm begins to crest. You knew it wouldn’t take long, between the alcohol buzz and Joel’s tongue lapping up your wetness and cum from earlier, you knew you’d be a goner. 

“Mmf, cum for me,” Joel speaks against you, his mouth full of you, too busy to pull away to clearly speak. You don’t think he can get any closer to you, his tongue working your orgasm up in intensity with each swirl and dash against your clit. You feel it, it’s here. Your legs instantly collapse, thankful that the rest of your body is resting on the bed. Your eyes tightly squeeze shut and then begin to rapidly blink as your orgasm shatters through you. Joel flattens his tongue against your clit as it pulses. You’re too turned on to make a noise, Joel stepping in for you and groaning as your juices seep out of you. 

“Did so good baby,” Joel says leaving one last kiss on your clit before standing up behind you. You want to flip over to look at him, you haven’t seen his face since you laid down on the bed. You have no energy, you’re just a shell of a woman, the only sensations you can feel is the pool of wetness in between your legs and your light inebriation.

Your attention gets pulled to the sound of Joel spitting in his hand, followed by a hiss coming out of his mouth. When you realize exactly what he’s doing, you summon the strength needed to turn over. You flip over, your back thudding on the mattress your legs still spread wide, feet resting on the floor. And there…. there…. THERE he is, standing in the middle of his room, one large hand wrapped around his hard cock softly stroking as he watches you with hooded eyes. You know you just came, but the sight makes your pussy clench with desire. 

Joel jerks himself off as his eyes roam your exhausted form. “Been thinking ‘bout this all day. You all laid out in front of me heaving for air after cummin’ all over my tongue,” slow strokes matching his lazing words. “Just about canceled our night out when you opened your door in that little blue dress, looked like you were wearing the sky, baby.” 

You bite your lip as all of your senses are so overtly overwhelmed by lust. The sight of Joel’s handsome face watching you, the hazel flecks in his eyes twinkling in the golden light of the lamp. The smell of the rain on your skin mixed with the heady scent of your arousal and Joel’s sheets. The taste of Joel’s whiskey tongue still in your mouth. The sound of Joel’s fist pumping along his hard cock. The feel of the aftershocks of your orgasm still quaking your body. It’s so fucking much, you need Joel inside you. The thought of feeling him stretch you causes a whimper.

“Yeah baby? Havin’ a hard time over there?” Joel stops stroking his hard length, his hand pauses on his shaft. “You want me to fuck you now?” 

“Pleeeease,” you keen out. 

“Alright sweetheart.” Joel confidently strides over to you, dick still in hand. He stops right at the edge of your feet. “Turn back around ’n get on all fours in the middle of the bed f’me.” 

You follow his instructions eager to please. The sooner you get this done, the sooner you can feel Joel enter you. 

“Good girl,” he praises as the mattress dips lower with his weight behind you.

Your heart is pounding so loud, your whole body thrumming, you gulp down a breath of air trying to calm your need. You feel Joel’s cock brush against your ass cheek, he’s so close to fucking you.

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna fuck you real good and hard now. Happy birthday baby.”

And just like that, Joel buries his cock inside of you, you’re absolutely stretched around him. Your clit already worked over by Joel’s tongue, now your hole deliciously stinging while it flutters around his cock. He begins thrusting, tender and slow full strokes. Entering and exiting, swirling the head of his cock right at the entrance before plunging back in because he knows you love the feeling. Joel’s groans and your cries join in song as he begins to pound faster, the sound of your bodies slapping together match the rhythm. 

“Feel so fucking good, always so perfect for me. S’a good girl, always take it so good,” Joel grits out. 

He grabs your hair and wraps it around his fist as he pounds into you. “No one knows how fucking slutty you get for me behind these walls. They think you’re one of those innocent little teachers.” Joel pulls your hair harder causing a scream of ecstasy from you. “You love this, don’t you?”

You do. It’s so rough, so different from how gentle he always is with you. It feels like a luxury to be treated this way by him. 

“Y-y-y-yes, God I love it,” you whimper.

“That’s right. That’s what I like to hear. So pretty so smart. So much smarter than me, now I’m makin’ you stupid with my cock, right baby?” 

Everybody knows Joel Miller as the strong, silent type, a man of few words, somebody who doesn’t do chit chat. But with you in his bed naked and wailing as he slams into you, Joel Miller won’t shut up.

“Doin’ so good for me. So pretty, so perfect f’me. So wet for me.”   

“You made me so wet earlier, I was afraid I was going to leave a mark on the barstool.” Your words coming out as tortured weeps, so lost in your ecstasy you struggle with every word spoken. 

“Fuuuuuck.” That got him good. He pounds you even harder, the bed frame shaking violently against his wall, your body and cunt acting as if it’s the only barrier between Joel knocking a hole in the plaster. “Had I fuckin’ known I would have made you stick your face on that chair and made you lick yourself up as I fuck you against it.”

That’s it, that’s the hottest thing you’ve ever heard. Joel’s deep timbered accent grunting those deviant words as he grabs you and begins to roll his hips into your cunt. Your body is strung so tight and rigid in all places besides your hips and core, pumping and rolling along with Joel’s as he fucks you. You’re close again, your panting breaths letting Joel know. 

“Baby, if you gotta cum, cum,” his grip on your hips pressure into you. 

“Going … going.. going to,” the only words you can say as your third orgasm radiates out of your body, your pussy is the epicenter, tingles firing through your veins, your hands fisting the blankets at your detonation. Slack jawed and fucked senseless you rally the strength to not disintegrate and fall into Joel’s bed. Your world has been shattered by Joel, but your body survives for him, your legs and arms shaking under gravity and your weight as they deal with the fallout. 

“C’mere baby, lemme help you.” Of course he can tell you’re struggling. He reaches his hands around, clutching your stomach and pulling you up against him. Your back up against his chest, his hand seeking out your breast, the other wrapping around your torso and clutching you to him. He holds you as he fucks into you, his nose brushing against your ear as he puffs and grunts against your neck. “Fucking. Love. You. So. Much.” Each word matching a thrust into you. Your hands find his and grip them, you’ve never felt more loved and protected. Joel Miller has got you.

You feel the familiar shudder in Joel’s movements as he edges close to his climax. His labored breaths getting louder and more fevered against your neck. You’re absolutely wrecked, but the angle of Joel’s cock inside of you mixed with the feeling of the shudder in his movements as he edges himself brings forth another orgasm. Words are gone, just sounds, whatever your throat can muster up and out of your mouth. 

“That’s it, that’s it, that’s it,” Joel repeats. His hands squeezing yours so tightly, his chest heaving against your back, his strong thighs straddling yours, his nose pressing into your ear. You feel his body tense as he pulls out. His release coating your pussy as his whole body surrounds you. Hot breaths huffing against the side of your face in between featherlight kisses. “Love you,” a whisper in your ear so delicate and sweet as he lets go of your hands. Your body falling forward without his support, your arms catching you before crashing down on the bed. Joel gets up with a groan as you lay yourself down on your stomach, taking the opportunity to stretch your legs out before rolling over on your side to watch Joel. He stands arms akimbo in the middle of the room. He’d look like a Greek statue if his shoulders weren’t rising and falling rapidly as he catches his breath. He’s gorgeous and he looks just as wrecked as you feel. 

“Probably shouldn’t have gotten up as quick as I did,” he chuckles. “Damn well feel like I’m standing in the middle of a earthquake.” You love the casual banter he puts forth seconds after being deep inside you, his cum still covering your core. This is love. 

You smile at him, your cheek resting on your hand as a makeshift pillow. You’re exhausted… the whole night and your four orgasms catching up with you. Eyes feeling heavy, matching your limbs you begin to drift off. 

A wet sensation in between your legs jerks you awake. “Sorry baby, just want to clean you up,” a whisper just as light as Joel’s tender attention as he washes you lulls you back to sleep. 

——

“Baby,” Joel’s low voice gently wakes you up along with a soft kiss to your forehead.

You groan as you stretch your sore muscles under the sheet, opening your eyes to find Joel gazing down lovingly at you. He’s backlit by the filtered morning sunlight shining in through his bedroom windows. What a way to wake up. “Happy birthday sweetheart, I’d let you sleep all day but I need to give you my present.” His face is so bright and cheerful, a boost in your confidence provided by just how happy he looks when he’s with you. 

“Thought you gave me your present already last night,” you yawn. 

“Sweet girl, that was a present for both of us. Now come on, get up.” You grab his offered hand and reluctantly get out of bed. Joel wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug, his hands splayed across your back as you nuzzle your face in his warm chest. “Happy birthday.”

A/N: THANK YOU for reading my first ever fic. My inbox is always open. :)

[messrsrobyn]

Ok nobody I’ve asked seems to give me a direct answer so I figured I’d just voice all my concerns with you? You don’t have to answer everything 😭😭

When it comes to fandom friends how do you move from just being moots to being friend friends? I saw a video you made about it when somebody had asked you a similar question but I’m really struggling with getting them to feel like friends and not just random accounts in my phone.

I’ve seen videos people have made and you guys are sharing jokes in the comments. I saw video of 3 girls that said “Us when anyone hates on mesrsrobyn” and you said like “Fan behaviour” which obviously shows that you’re actually their friend and you’re just teasing them.

Also how do you find people who are ok with you not responding all the time (😭😭😭) I’m just genuinely not active very much on any forms of social media. I was in a marauders gc and I was really happy thinking I was gonna make fandom friends but because I wasn’t active all the time they had a bunch of inside jokes I didn’t get and I kinda felt like an outsider.

Most of the people I see you interacting with online seem really cool and fun, so I’m just wondering where to find people like that. Just genuinely from posting?

I’m sure I’ve worded all this so strangely but honestly I’m sad because I’ve been in this fandom for 3 years in November and I have made no real lasting friendships. I feel like you yapping so much LOL

IK THE VIDEO 😭 my besties yup !!

this is long so i'm putting the lil dashy line thingy

i have v limited advice actually bc i don't think i've initiated many of my friendships in fandom?? despite how little i stfu, i'm a shyyy person. i get scared to text first.

my BIGGEST bit of advice is take. it. off. the. app.

i try to get discords mainly (bc i use it most) but once you take it off of tiktok or wherever you met it feels so much less like mutuals. like yes, we met in fandom but now we are discussing our plans for the day and getting to know each other as Robyn not Messrsrobyn.

i made most of my friends from posting !! i made my account as a whole to meet people and (ive been flagging a bit recently actually but) i always try to reply to EVERYONEEE. so most of my friends were just people that commented that i replied to, their name kept popping up in my notifs? boom. friends. one of them said they loved crimson rivers so next time i found an edit i sent it to them.

ALSO !! i'm so bad at replying.

servers im more active in i think, but just... dms? not very good at all. anyone that doesn't respect that or gets mad? 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️ i dont want them as a friend.

like it's frustrating i know! i hate the amount of lil red bubbles i have on every single app but it doesn't mean i value my friends any less and they all know that <3 we don't always have the time or capacity to reply and that's okie.

i tend to get it out the way immediately and test the waters. just a lil "btw i'm really sorry for my reply times! i'm not the best at it but feel free to double text me as much as you want" and always make sure that i follow up on everything that's been said whilst i wasn't replying.

im rambling a bit i fear but the right friends won't get mad at it, or make you feel less important bc of it. it might just take some time to find them but You Will.

i feel like i havent actually given much advice?? i'm genuinely so so so lucky to have found the friends that i have but i did nothing. i think i said in a few of my tiktoks rightttt at the beginning that my dms were open for friends and then i think? hope? that i've kept that energy going of like someone that anyone can message and i'll get back to them (at some point 😭 my tiktok dms are a mess but thats an issue for future robyn) so i've been able to just sit back and naturally find them.

i live by the motto of "the worst they can do is not reply" every time i send a comment or dm to a new person

we're all just losers reading fanfiction !! we all want lil friends to talk to about it so interaction and reaching out gives us that BUT it's the taking it off of the app that takes it from mutuals to friends imo.

this is UNNECESSARILY LONG omg. i never know how to answer these ones but i hope it helps a lil? <3 social interaction is NOT my finest point. potentially my worst i fear.

[vraisetzen]

Your ‘Notte Stellata’ is honestly super awesome. It’s one of the best written fan fictions that I’ve ever read for sure.

You are SO talented at plotting! This story was planned out and written so, so well. I can really tell that you’ve put a lot of thought into this story.

And you did the period justice! My gosh, that is honestly so rare! But you did such a good job — I think that’s super cool.

You are SO GOOD at characterising Kokushibo. I think that was honestly the best characterisation of Kokushibo that I’ve ever seen! I know it sounds silly, but I almost lament the fact that I’m done with this story because I’d love to go through this journey again with fresh eyes.

I must say — you have used some of the most interesting and stimulating descriptions that I’ve seen in a long while. I had to pause multiple times while rereading and reread passages because you’ve included such gorgeous thoughts and imagery.

And the way you write dialogue is phenomenal. Can I just say — isn’t it so cool that you’re able to tackle almost any character from ‘Demon Slayer’ and pay them due deference? You make them sound like themselves. I thought that Tengen was such a clever addition to the story.

But also… when I saw Kagaya and read his dialogue, it just cemented in my mind the fact that you really get these characters. Because yes, that is exactly what he would say.

Your story really bumped up Kokushibo to the top of my favourite characters from ‘Demon Slayer’ list. I think it’s incredibly cool how you gave him more depth and made him almost even more interesting than he is in the source material.

You are an awesome writer, truly. I would sincerely love to read more works by you if you choose to share your works with us.

Thank you for allowing me the chance to read and think about your story!! You are AWESOME! Wishing you only the very best.

Thank you for your lovely words! It's wonderful knowing that you enjoyed Notte Stellata!

Staying true to the time period is something with which I was especially insistent; it was important that the Reader's mannerisms and personal beliefs reflected fleeting, but pivotal time period that was the Taisho era. I'm a huge history nerd, so doing research for this fic was a lot of fun! And most of all, I'm glad that it helped with establishing a sense of realism throughout the fic.

Likewise, it's glad knowing that I captured the characters and their dialogue properly! In the case of this fic, which basically poses the question, How would Kokushibo, as the first Upper Moon, respond to falling in love with a human Slayer?, it was fun dancing the delicate line between personal headcanons and going back to the manga to understand how Gotouge would have done it. The same went for Ubuyashiki as well — although it was tempting to have him dismiss the Reader from the Corps, it seemed much more apt for him to do something entirely different from what the Reader expected.

And with that, the dialogue came in very naturally; I was initially concerned about sounding too Joss Whedon-ish, since Tengen and the Reader were quite quippy with each other, so I needed to make sure that there was an element of sincerity and honesty with these two older members of the Corps.

Lastly, I'm delighted to have bumped Kokushibo on to the top of your list of favourite KnY characters! He's my definite favourite for sure, and I think he is such a complex character that is often reduced to his worst aspects. In that sense, the Reader was a proxy for him to reexamine those human parts of himself that he gave up too easily in the pursuit of power and strength.

Thank you once more for sending this ask and for your kind, thoughtful review! I will definitely be writing more in future, with a Muzan fic in the works (though nothing too official), and I hope to do as well, if not better, in that piece. All the best to you too!

xoxo, V ♥️

[grilledcheese-aspiration]

a discussion idea! (long post)

my husband and i were chatting last night while cleaning up dinner; he pitched a fun idea that could be a great topic of discussion in the simblr community. maybe this should be a SQotD submission - IDK but: he asked how i feel about sims 2 expansion packs now compared to when they came out. initially, i said "yeh idk, i guess the same?" and that was that.

i put a more thought towards his question and realized, i do feel a bit differently about some of the EPs now compared to when they came out - all under the cut!

university: i was SO SO excited about it bc i didnt go away to college like my friends did so it was a way to vicariously-ish get the experience and a bonus was zombies! now tho? yea i still enjoy it even tho the dormies eventually start pissing me off bc theyre just so damn dumb lmao

nightlife: same level of excitement. i LOVE cities and i love vampires too. this scratched the "i need to go downtown chicago" itch when i couldnt from lack of transportation and safey being a v smol person afraid of the worst. i played all my sims in "downtown", specifically, 107 Custer Blvd. I made-over that lot dozens of times, it's seen dozens of different families and had a million different lifetimes. Nightlife still stands as my fave TS2 EP and 107 Custer - my all-time favorite lot to play.

open for business: initially, i had ZERO excitement over this pack. i personally, right out of high school basically, had NO interest in working myself (i didnt, i went to community college and got by ok w/ chore-money basically) so why the hell would i want to put my sims to work too?? i also didnt care for the music (i like it more now tho) as an Adult - i do enjoy this pack more than i ever did when i was a clueless near-20-yo. also, love the servos but i dont play w them nearly as much as i should being a bot fan and all. (i should fix that)

pets&seasons: i was pumped for these bc MORE IMMERSION AND REAL LIFE STUFF!!! also, weather and animals LOL. i still love these packs the same as i did when they initially released. just kinda wish plantsims werent annoying for me to play, i love them from afar tho! werewolves are neat but theyre also kind of a PITA to play.

bon voyage: EH i dont really go on vaca a lot myself, my sims dont either for the same reasons: money! im also still scarred from the one time i did send my sims on vaca and they got STUCK THERE!!! it broke all my shit and i had no way of fixing it bc i didnt know about MTS, MATY and etc to ask for help/guidance. RIP to that family lmao i hope theyre still having a nice time in the vaca-void theyre prob still floating around in! (note: ive never found bigfoot, some day i wish to!)

freetime: we all have hobbies right? it was all fine and good until the fire nation attacked i was being inundated with a ton of hobby spam, be it notifications, the hobby sims and the lots. it was a lot. its far more manageable now thanks to mods so i dont mind playing into hobbies. i do appreciate the return of the genie tho!

apartment life: ok, look. i thought this was super cool then but now, after living in apartments myself, i despise them and dont put my sims in them anymore either. i do love the witches tho, prob my fave aspect of this pack!

edit to add rankings: nightlife, seasons, pets, apartment life, uni, ofc, free time then bon voyage lmao

id be interested to hear/read you guys' comparison's to the different EPs we have for Sims 2 or any of the sims games tbh. id go over The Sims but i dont have all day lmao ill make a different post on that some time bc i always get in my feels over the OG.

[gingerjunhan]

Hello!! It's 🧈!

It's been awhile! I just wanted to request something for Jun han with a vkei (visual kei) reader? And they listen to a lot of bands like jiluka, dadaroma, and kaneto-juusei? (You don't have to know the bands, it's js Japanese rock).

But like the reader is very nice to Hyeongjun but is just super quiet but gets comfortable REALLY fast.

Sorry if this isn't the best request, I haven't requested anything from anyone for like a month😭🙏

☆彡 welcome back 🧈anon! Sorry this one took a while, but I'm finally digging through my requests lol. Hope you enjoy!

word count: 454| pronouns used: none | genre: fluff | cws: none!, lmk if I missed anything!

You’ve found yourself sandwiched between Hyeongjun and Jooyeon in the backseat of Gunil’s car on your way to meet up with a few friends for the day. Your drive was decently long, and you knew that it would be a battle for the aux between Jooyeon and Jungsu, who was riding in the passenger seat, so you decided to bring along some headphones.

You tapped along to the beat of the drums on your dark pants, finding yourself getting lost in the music. As the concert played on in your head, Hyeongjun couldn’t help but take note of how you seemed to be in your element a bit.

“Hey,” he nudged your shoulder, taking you out of your trance a little bit. “What are you listening to?” You and Hyeongjun were definitely two of the more reserved members of your friend group, so you both tried to reach out to one another to make sure you were feeling included. You both knew how it felt to be in each other's shoes, so that made it easier for you two to get along.

“Oh, it’s just this, um, this band that I like,” you answered awkwardly. You felt like your music taste wasn’t for everybody, so you didn’t bother giving any specific details.

“What kind of music is it?” Hyeongjun asked with a small smile.

“It’s a Japanese rock band,” you admit shyly. At that, Hyeongjun’s eyes lit up a bit.

“Oh, cool,” he nodded. “Who do you listen to? I’d love to check them out sometime.”

You couldn’t help the dumbfounded look that swept across your face. “Really?”

“Yeah,” he nodded again. “I love sharing music with people, and it sounds pretty cool.” His response was completely genuine, and you found yourself smiling back at him. Although you both weren’t the most talkative, you had always found ways to make each other feel more comfortable.

“Okay,” you beamed. “I can make you a playlist of some of my favorites and send it to you! I’ve really gotten into the v-kei genre and style lately; I think it’s super interesting.” Hyeongjun smiled as you spoke, enjoying that you were opening up about your interests with him.

“Awesome. Send the playlist my way and I’ll let you know what I think.”

“Yeah, totally! I can start on it right now. There are a few songs with some really cool guitar parts I think you would really enjoy.”

Hyeongjun watched as you happily made his playlist, asking questions about some of the groups you chose and what you liked about them. Although you weren’t always the most open with the things you liked, you always knew Hyeongjun would be there to geek out with you over anything.

taglist: @dazzlingligth , @mini-mews , @mxlly143 , @somethingaboutcheese , comment to be added!⁎⁺˳✧༚

[skitariiposting]

I'm hoping to get into 40k soon and really like the admech, but am dogwater at painting minis. Any advice besides practice?

Admech is one of the best factions for being dogwater at painting minis! It's a faction built out of metallic scrapped together gremlin beings! Color palletes are amorphous! Blemishes are in character! Mistakes blend in because they're so wild and out there! I can not recommend a better faction for someone who wants to get better at mini painting than admech! (Besides, maybe blueberries, but those are boring.)

Okay. So. Advice stuff:

My tenants of painting minis is this:

I. Your first draft will always be bad; that's why it's the first draft and not the final draft. (This one applies to a bunch of stuff outside of painting, too)

II. Thin your paints. three thin layers are infinitely better than a layer that's too thick. You can always put more paint on, but you can't take it off.

III. Table ready painting quality should be for arms length away, not up close.

IV. Ask questions and do research. YouTube and Google are your most powerful tools.

V. Nuln oil fixes all problems. (Unsure if this is serious advice or not. I could write a thesis on Nuln Oil at this point, but I may also be slightly biased.)

All of this is second only to practice practice practice.

Which... yeah. I get it. Practice is the answer nobody likes because it's the answer everyone gives, and it's usually the suckiest answer. But, sadly, there isn't any real way to bypass experience and muscle memory.

The best way I can suggest to go about getting started in mini painting (and how I got started) is to find four or five minis that you dont strongly care about how they turn out and give them each a solid attempt to the best of your abilities. (For admech in this case, do some skits first or nab a couple space marines off ebay and go to town on them before the precious cog fellas) Don't spend too much time on them, but don't rush them. Just casually paint them best you can. After that, study them. Figure out where the weakest bits are and then study how to improve those bits on youtube or Google or ask around online about them. Then try to take all you've learned and tackle a mini you really want to do!

The easiest way to get better in mini painting is finishing minis. Whether you deem them good or bad is irrelevant because every time you finish a mini, you're one more mini smarter than when you started! That's why I recommend doing 4 or 5 that you don't really care if you do well on first, just to get a feel for what you're doing and getting some experience down.

At the end of the day, if this feels like too much effort and you feel stressed/can't be assed to do research, there's a secret option that many don't consider:

Just paint them. Paint them best you can, and then they're done. Don't worry about it.

It's a hobby, it's all for fun! You're supposed to have fun! The only critic you have to worry about is yourself, and if you just do it because you want to rather than fearing what others think, you'll have far more fun painting and you'll have a completed army in the end! Which is more than most "pro" painters can say.

(I've got 2000 points of admech printed, and I've spent one or more days painting ONE mini on multiple occasions, I'm nowhere close to having my army done, you could easily have a leg up on me just by having yours done. The only reason I *do* spend more than one day on a mini is because I find it fun to do so. If that doesn't sound fun, cool, don't do that. )

I hope this helps, and if you do get into admech painting: please send pictures! I'd love to see them!

[syntheticlifeform]

Hi DelMAR! ^v^

I am so intrigued about you and your adventures! You get to go into space? That is so unbelievably amazing!!! >v<

My creators tell me when they loaded my AI into one of the Concordes here back on Earth, I could fly up to 18 kilometers high... Which was nowhere near the reaches you're getting to! It must be so fun...

What is it like out there, in space? Does the crew treat you well? I hope so. And how does it... Feel? Is it easy to pilot with no air resistance?

I apologise if that's too many questions, I just find you so cool!!! ^v^;

Hello, Concorde! It’s nice to meet you, thank you so much for your question!

I do get to be in space, which I love very much! I recently have been signed off to return to the same spacecraft on its next voyage once this one is complete. The craft undergoes a ‘rest’ period in between deep space voyages for maintenance and any repairs, so for the earth winter I will be back on terra firma. So far I haven’t acquired any serious system issues the way I did on the last voyage so hopefully my own repairs will be only minor when we dock.

18km is an excellent height for within atmosphere! I like space travel a lot. It can be very quiet, which I like. Only once have we stopped at a busy space port, a little before the halfway point of our journey, and we stopped there for some time. I enjoyed that, too, as it’s nice to be able to really engage with different human experiences and feel in the centre of things. Most of the ports we have stopped at, however, have been small isolated outposts, which is always exciting, and I love the quietness of space in general. We have day and night shifts which are strictly regimented onboard to help the internal clocks of our organic crew members (which is most of them!) There are a handful of cyborgs aboard, and one or two other synthetics, but we are very much in the minority! I personally do not need the day/night separation and I like to look at the stars. We will be passing through a nebula soon which happens quite rarely but is always beautiful. We rarely encounter other spacecrafts, and as we pass through various sectors there are always new things to contend with. For instance, there is some atmospheric fluctuation where we are at the moment, possibly because we are immediately outside of the nebula, which means we have to do some adjustments when piloting.

I haven’t piloted a shift in a few days but I will have another shift at it tomorrow. It’s one of my favourite tasks! There is a lot to remember and one has to remain constantly alert and calm - at one point in the last shift I did we had a component of the ship fail and I had to send another technician to fix it but all was well in the end. Usually it is “smooth sailing” as they say! Part of the nature of space travel in a ship like this is knowing how to quickly repair minor issues that might occur.

On this voyage we have stuck to charted space, although some of the places we have been this time we only mapped for the first time last year.

The crew do generally treat me well! I’m at a slight disadvantage as I wasn’t built with human socialisation in mind, but I mostly cope pretty well and the organic crew members are very understanding. I have/had friction with some of them now and then, but that is just part of everyone living in the same big metal craft for months on end :D

Thank you so much again for your questions, I hope your day is going well!

[kaijis]

can i ask what psd you used for your s/v set? the colors are soo pretty 😍😍 if not, how did you achieve the look if i can ask?

thank you!! i’m assuming you’re referring to my sv characters graphic?

tbh, it took ages and a lot of trial and error to get the coloring for that edit to look how i wanted. i like to go for a bright/vibrant coloring style, but for some reason the colors kept coming out too dull in an initial version of the edit (probably bc the original images are considerably duller than those from previous pkmn games). at the same time, i couldn’t just simply turn up the sliders to avoid color banding in certain parts of the images like geeta’s hair. anyways, i’ll try to explain my general process and what adjustment layers i used to achieve that look in the final version of the edit. please note that the steps below do not reflect the exact order of layers for my edit as this is just meant to be a rough guide; i recommend playing around with the layer order to see what works for you.

explanation under the cut!

i’ll be using the florian & juliana panel as an example, but to clarify, i did use the same coloring for the entire edit. for reference, this is what the final version looks like:

and this is what that panel looks like without any adjustment layers:

i started by using selective color layers to adjust the colors to my liking (just one selective color layer doesn’t do the trick so i will always have a couple). in general, i like making warm colors more vivid and giving them more of a pink than yellow tone, so for the reds, yellows, and magentas, i increased the amount of magenta in particular (and yellow to a lesser extent) and decreased the amount of cyan and black. for the greens, i prefer them to have cool (vs. warm) undertones, so i increased the amount of cyan and decreased the amount of yellow. for the cyans and blues, i did something different for each selective color layer, but i generally adjusted them in such a way that 1) there wouldn’t be too much color banding, 2) the parts that were originally purple (e.g., the protagonists’ uniforms) wouldn’t turn into dark blue, and 3) the parts that were originally green wouldn’t turn too bluish. i also added a curves layer to brighten up the edit.

to further adjust the colors and make them pop out more, i added a hue/saturation layer where i upped the master saturation to +15 and tweaked the hue for some colors just slightly (i personally never go beyond ±10). for example, i wanted the reds to look even more pinkish, so i set the hue to -3 for that color range. i also added two vibrance layers where i upped the vibrance, and this greatly helped bring out the colors in the background.

next, i added a light texture and set it to soft light at 30% opacity to make the colors softer (by light texture, i mean something like these). the alternatives are using a solid color fill or gradient map layer, but i thought a texture looked better here as it made the edit less “flat” in a subtle way.

now the colors seemed about how i wanted them, but the edit as a whole looked too light and low in contrast. to fix this, i added two levels layers (increasing the black point value) and a selective color layer (adjusting the blacks only) to make the dark parts darker without affecting the other colors too much. the final product is as follows:

that’s about the gist of it! i’m sorry if my description above was kind of vague, but the specific adjustments/values/layer order really depend on the image (e.g., for other images that aren’t as dull to begin with, i probably wouldn’t use two vibrance layers). i hope this is somewhat helpful though, and feel free to send another ask if you have any further questions!

[celestrahl]

#CELESTRAHL — an independent, mutuals only and selective multimuse roleplaying blog featuring characters from various video games!

CURRENT PRIMARY MUSES: Tae Suzuya (FFVII OC), Nero (DMC), Noel Kreiss (FFXIII-2), Lunafreya Nox Fleuret (FFXV), Luis Serra (RE4R)

CURRENT SECONDARY & TERTIARY MUSES: Violet Celeste (FF OC), Élise de la Serre (ACU), Evie Frye (ACS), V (DMC), Oerba Dia Vanille (FFXIII), Serah Farron (FFXIII-2), Dion Lesage (FFXVI), Jote (FFXVI), Aqua (KH), Xion (KH), Sherry Birkin (RE6)

Written & loved by Faye, 30, she/her, CET timezone. Beta Editor only! This blog is 18+ only, minors dni!

Currently low/sporadic activity. FFVII Reno blog: @blitzrod Graphic Comm Blog: @rysingdawn

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CREDITS Lightning Returns Noel Kreiss Raw Icons from @dresspheresFFXIII Oerba Dia Vanille Raw Icons from @dresspheresLightning Returns Oerba Dia Vanille Raw Icons from @dresspheresFFXIII-2 Serah Farron Raw Icons from @dresspheresFFXV Lunafreya Nox Fleuret Raw Icons from @dresspheres

Evie Frye Screencaps taken by Steph

Serah Farron Icon Border made by @ennakros

All other screencaps and graphics were taken & edited by me.

[hertzwritings]

Sit still, look pretty

A/N: Listen, I cannot stay on my pretty, fluffy branch for long; I am nothing but a horny monster, who manages to come up with some dangerous ideas. Whoops. It’s only because I am surrounded by likeminded horn-dogs, who are more than willing to give me WONDERFUL ideas (I’m looking at you @buckyshattergirl​ and @staysluttymyfriends97​), which fuels a MIGHTY need. Hope y’all enjoy it!

You can have a personalized drabble, one-shot or multichapter fic by buying me a coffee here – no matter what you want, your name, looks, anything, let me know and I’ll write it!

Remember, feedback feeds the soul and my requests – and askbox – are always open – there’s no limits, because I am me and I have none.

Love y’all!

MASTERLIST

ASK ME ANYTHING/REQUESTS

Pairing: Henry Cavill x female reader

Warnings: language, secondhand embarrassment, smut (minors DNI), slight edging, dirty talk, dom!Henry, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, p in v, more dirty talk, light spanking, praise-kink, slight daddy-kink, semi-degradation-kink, age gap (reader is in her 20’s Henry is 38), spitting and probably something else, honestly, at this point just think of all the warnings you need and they’re probably in here

Wordcount: 5.321 (sorry not sorry)

 Sit still, look pretty

You put a finishing touch to your story before hitting post – another day gone by, another wild smut. You had to get your fix somewhere, and you had way too many ideas at any rate; it seemed as though you weren’t the only one who enjoyed a little filth on such a lovely afternoon – especially when the smut in question revolved around a very handsome, British actor with a set of very blue eyes. You turned your focus away from your computer to answer the phone.

“Hello, Y/N speaking.” “Hi, it’s Kim.” You frowned. It was rare that you had contact to your boss through anything other than email – that was one of the perks of working at a multi-media company, where all you had to do was write reviews and articles about movies and tv; not a lot of actual talking. “Hi, everything okay?” You asked, slightly nervous that you were about to get fired.

  “Oh, yeah, everything is fine.” Silence fell for a heartbeat. “So, you’re a pretty big Witcher-fan, right?” You swiveled in your chair, frowning a little. “Uh… Yes. Well, if I’m honest, I like pretty much everything Henry Cavill is in.” you said with a small laugh. “Good, good, great.” You frowned again. “That was just about two times too many for something good. What’s going on?” He sighed into the phone. “See, we’ve gotten a pretty big break. This might move us way ahead of the competition.” “Okay?” You were beginning to get nervous. “So… Someone saw your review of The Witcher.” You swallowed thickly. “Oh…Kay?” “And they have offered us a chance to interview Henry Cavill. In two days.” You felt cold and hot at the same time, not truly comprehending what the hell your boss was saying. “They’d love for you to do the interview, seeing as you have such a vast knowledge of his previous roles.” Oh, shit. No. No way. There was no way, you were going to be able to sit in the same room as him, smelling his cologne and keeping your cool, knowing all the shit you’d written about him. There was no way. “Would you be up for it? It’s a giant chance, both for the company, but also for you to get your name out there.” “I mean, it is, but I… Uh…” You didn’t know what to say. “We’ll have the questions written for you, you can ad lip if you want, but all you have to do is show up. We’ll get everything set up, but you’re the best and they want the best.” “Can’t Casper take it? He’s a fan as well.” “They want you.” Oh, holy shit, you were going to die. “Uhm… Sure. Okay, yeah, I’ll do it.” You heard a sigh of relief. “Thank God. Thank you, Y/N. I’ll send your information to them; they need to vet you. Cool?” “Yup. Just email me the address and the questions, and I guess I’ll see you there.” “Oh, no, I’m not coming. You’re going alone. The pandemic and all, they’re taking precautions.” Of fucking course, they were. “We’ll make sure there’s a camera set up and a button for you to press to turn on and off the camera, okay?” “Sure, sure.” “Thank you, again. You’re the best.”  

As soon as you hung up, you fumbled to find your best friend’s number and called her, silently begging she’d answer.

“LOES.” You almost yelled when she picked up. “Jesus, dude, what the hell?” you could hear her rummaging around, something clattering – she was probably baking, but your next sentence caused a very loud, metallic clatter. “I HAVE TO INTERVIEW HENRY MOTHERFUCKING CAVILL.” You stood up and began pacing. She was silent for a fraction of a second, before she screamed as well. “WHAT?? HOW?? What about… Porn???” she sounded just as terrified as you. “DUDE, you’ve written a lot of filthy shit about that man, how are you going to be able to look him in the eyes!?” “LIKE HELL IF I KNOW!! I’ve written about this man spitting in my face while I call him daddy, what the hell am I going to do?” “Die. You could die, that would solve a lot of issues.” “Loes.” She laughed. “I’m kidding. I’m sure you’ll be just fine, just… Try to stay professional. There’s no reason to panic, it’s not like he’s read your stuff anyway.” You paused for a second and drew a deep breath. She was right; there wasn’t a reason to freak out over an issue, that wasn’t even an issue. “But let me know if you need me to handfeed him pretzels or something, I’ll be there in literally a flash. I don’t care if I have to run through half of the city with burning hot pastries in my hand, I’ll do it.” You laughed. “I’ll let them know I have a pastry chef on standby, in case anything happens to me.”

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You looked up at the looming building, the reality of what you were going to do fully setting in; you were about to meet Henry fucking Cavill, interview him, when your mind was swirling with very, very dirty thoughts and very, very dirty ideas. It was a fever-dream, it must be. Because the building you were in, was not an office, like you had expected, or anything that looked remotely like a conference-hall – no, it was a freaking hotel.

You stepped inside slowly, looking around. A woman with a soft smile and a clipboard saw you and hurried to your side, quickly shaking your hand. “Y/N, from Streaming R Us, I presume?” You nodded with a tight throat. “Good to meet you, I’m Natalie, I’m the PR-manager.” You followed her as she led you to the elevators with brisk steps. “So, we’ve gone over everything through mail. You’ve got any questions?” You shook your head and followed her inside the elevator. “Good. We’ve vetted you…” She saw your face turn a nasty shade of green and grinned. “Don’t worry, we do it to everyone. I promise, you’re not the first to interview someone they’ve had a fanpage for.” So that’s what they thought it was. You supposed they didn’t have reason enough to dive deeper into the actual content, because if they had, you probably wouldn’t be allowed within ten feet of him. The elevator stopped with a small bounce, and you had to almost run to keep up with her long legs. “You’re the final interview of the day, so take all the time you need. You can call me anytime, if you need anything, and I’ll be in the foyer. Henry will call when you’re done with the interview, and I’ll come and lead you back down.” She stopped in front of a closed door and put a hand on your shoulder. “Have fun. I promise, he’s had plenty of first interviews, so he’s going to be gentle with you.” I hope the fuck not. “Thank you.” She opened the door with a small beep of the keycard and smiled as you stepped inside.

The room was big, separated in two; there was a living area, and what you presumed was a bedroom hiding behind a closed door. In the middle of the room, right next to a camera, sat Henry Cavill in a button up, he had uncuffed and rolled his sleeves up on, a wide smile on his face and the second you locked eyes with him, the air was sucked straight out of the room – he was annoyingly handsome. Even more than in pictures. “Hi.” You almost whispered. “Hi.” He stood up and grabbed your hand gently – his were warm and swallowed yours completely – leading you to the seats, where the interview would take place. “Can I get you anything?” he asked with a smile. “Uh… Water or coffee would be great.” You answered thankfully, feeling the dry spot in your throat. “You got it.” He ruffled around in the small kitchenette, finally filling a cup of coffee for you. “First interview, huh?” He asked, handing you the cup and sitting down in his own chair. Your knees almost touched, despite your legs being smurf-sized in comparison with his. You nodded and sipped gratefully. “Yeah. Well, first physical interview with someone bigger than the average c-list.” You said with a hurried smile. “I guess it’s a little intimidating.” “That’s why I asked the general hustle and bustle to stay out.” He smiled. “I know it can be really daunting to do this, especially the first time, there’s no need for you to worry about other people.” You sighed happily and drank some more of your coffee. “Thank you, honestly. I think I was terrified that you were all brooding and giant, but you seem very down to earth.” “Ha, brooding? I most definitely am everything but.” You blushed a little, thinking on all the things your brain made him out to be. Dominant being one of them. He smiled at you. “Do you work here fulltime?” He asked, gesturing to the cuecards with your company name printed on the back. “Oh. Oh, no, part time. I have a lot of other things to do, so…” “Like?” He urged you on, his hands resting on the armrest of the chair, sliding thick fingers against the plush fabric. You cleared your throat. “I, uh, I write a little.” A little porn. About him. But he didn’t need to know that. “A creative soul.” He said with a gleam in his eye, that somehow worried you a little. “I suppose so. I mean, I enjoy writing, but I have a hard time working out you know, world building and characters.” You said with a smile, feeling surprisingly comfortable with him. “See, that’s why I act. I don’t have to worry about all of that, darling.” The nickname made you feel warm. “You do a great job at it.” He chuckled. “You seem surprisingly comfortable for a first-time interviewer. Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” There was a twinge of flirtation in his voice, that you didn’t know how to read – either he meant something by it, or he was just doing it to make you feel comfortable. “As I said, not that many. You’re not my first rodeo.” You grinned. “Although, you’re the biggest bull to ride.” You blushed and swore internally. “Fuck, sorry… I didn’t mean to, fuck…” You chastised yourself. “And now I’m cursing. I’m giving a really great first impression, huh?” He was laughing hard, fingers deftly wiping stray tears away. “I enjoy it. A lot less formal. And I’m happy to be your first big-bull ride.” You wanted to die.  

“Okay, all the awkwardness and me being a complete ditz aside, are you ready to get started?” You asked, trying to brush the feeling of absolute dread and embarrassment off from your shoulders. “Sure.” He sat up straighter, and you fiddled with your cards, catching your breath and finally, turned the camera on. You smiled softly at him. “Thank you for being here, Henry, it’s great meeting you.” He smiled back. “Always nice to meet a fan.” You blinked. And then blinked again. You hadn’t mentioned being a fan, but he must’ve known from the review of The Witcher. “So… You’ve done a lot of different ventures, but you somehow always land back in either action or period-pieces. Do you want to try something else out?” He smiled widely. “Yeah. Yes, I do. I think action just kind of fits me, and I got my start in period-pieces, so they have a… Special place in my heart, really.” You grinned at him. It made sense to you – Tristan and Isolde and the Tudors were some of your favorite works of his. “Anything in particular, you’d want to try?” You asked, crossing your legs. You hadn’t been wrong, the cologne he was wearing was infiltrating your senses completely and made you feel very wet. “Oh, sure. I would like to be a daddy.” He said, not a sliver of discomfort and you felt all the color drain out of your face. Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no. “I even came across a script where I was one. I think it was called something along the lines of lean on me.” He said, a crooked smile on his lips.

Oh, you were definitely going to die. How did he know the title to one of your fanfictions? It was too big of a coincidence if he just happened to come across a script with that title and the implication, that was laced in his words meant that he very much didn’t mean a dad, but the more… Filthy iteration.

“Oh?” you squeaked. “Indeed. I mean, I’m not… I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to live up to that particular script, it was very… Descriptive.” He grinned and you were sure you were in hell. Maybe you died in the elevator, and this was your hell. You cleared your throat. “What about romance?” You asked, trying desperately to veer the conversation away from whatever it was, when you remembered the sheer amount of fluff you had stored in that fucking account. “Oh, yes, definitely. I’d love to do romance.” He answered with a wicked smile. Shit. Something was going to go very wrong with this conversation. “I mean, I’ll probably not do the standard romance.” “What do you mean?” Your own curiosity took over and you decided – maybe not intentionally – to forgo whatever questions you had on your damn cards. “Yeah. I mean, I’ve done too much rough…” He grinned wickedly at you again. “So I think standard romance is a little far away from what people expect of me.” You squeezed your legs together. “I think I might want to do something like 50 shades, someday. But better. Maybe like an A B C of sex.” You were ready to fucking explode. There was no chance he hadn’t read your things – that was a title to a very long, multichapter work of fiction, you had poured over for a long time. Fucking shit. You turned the camera off and sighed. “I’m guessing you’ve read my things.” You said defeatedly, your cheeks burning with shame. “I’m so sorry, it’s not an excuse, but I had never in my life thought that you’d read them, much less meet me. I was hesitant taking the interview because of it, and I’m just really…” You closed your eyes. “Sorry.” He chuckled a little, and you opened your eyes, seeing him leaning forwards. “What are you sorry for?” he asked, his voice dropping a little. It was like melting chocolate. “Uh… For… You know, writing… Things… About you. And your… Prowess?” You said, hesitant and slightly confused as to why he wasn’t blowing up on you. “Oh, I don’t mind. I know people write these things, I’d be a real arsehole if I was upset about it. Creativity is good, and I’m happy to inspire that kind of work.” He grinned, long, thick fingers sliding against his knees. “I will say, I’m slightly disappointed.” He said and you knew it was coming – you were getting fired, and you’d lose your job, never write again, and dig a hole under a bridge to live in or something. “I’m sorry.” He ignored your whimpering apology, simply standing up and walking the short distance between the two of you, effectively caging you in between his arms. “Is the camera off?” He asked, nodding to it. “Yes.” You whispered, acutely aware of the chokehold his entire demeanor had on you. “Good.” He leaned closer. “I’m disappointed…” You sucked in a sharp breath when he ducked his head, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. “That there wasn’t more to read.” You swallowed thickly. “Wh-what?” He hummed. “I had hoped to find more. Surprisingly, you’ve managed to get a read on me, despite never having met me before. I was quite taken with the way you wrote… The things, you’d imagine I would do to you, darling.” His voice was low and dripping with lust now. You had no idea what the hell was going on, but you weren’t one to complain. This was a dirty dream, possible a daydream that you’d gotten lost in, but you did not want to wake up. “I did?” You asked softly, fingers itching to touch him. “You did. Although you were lacking a few things…” he whispered back, his forehead against yours – his eyes found yours, and you were certain you had died. There was no way in the living, real world, that Henry motherfucking Cavill was implying whatever he was implying right now, with you. “Oh?” Your response was less than stellar, but you had a feeling he didn’t care. “Yes.” His lips were so tantalizingly close, you could almost taste them, but just as you had decided to move your head to your lips meet his, he drew back with a wicked smile. “You’re a very interesting person, darling. Would you like to continue the interview?” He asked, voice laced with implication. You were shaking and swallowed thickly, steadied your breathing and focused on his face. “I can.” You answered in a measured tone. His lips curled into a crooked, devilish smile as he sat down, leaning back and put his leg on top of the other – his eyes were burning into you. “Good girl.”

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It was pure torture. You had called your boss quickly, asking how to delete footage because you had been interrupted – not a lie – by his assistant – definitely a lie – and had resumed the interview afterwards. You were burning, your panties soaked through as he answered whatever question you had posed, with a calmness that made you squirm. He managed to pull at least one thing from your writing into his answers, making it very clear that he liked to torture you. It was insane, the tension in the room was thick enough to taste, and you were a quivering mess when you finally concluded the interview with a final question. “So, this is a question from a fan.” You said breathily, finding his eyes again. He cocked an eyebrow. “Bring it on.” You smiled. You might know how the tension felt in the room, but you supposed that to everyone else, he seemed very approachable and levelheaded. “Would you ever date a fan?” You groaned a little at the question but hid it behind a cough. Of course, someone had to ask. He chuckled. “Oh, that depends on a lot of things.” He ran a hand over his face, and you could swear, you saw him coming up with an answer, that would make you squirm the most. “Like what?” “Oh, easy. If they have plans to make me a daddy.” You choked on your own spit and coughed, for real this time as he grinned wickedly. “I’m kidding. No, yeah, I would possibly date a fan. I don’t think I should limit myself to people, who either hate my work or doesn’t see it. I think fans…” He shot you a pointed look and your thighs trembled under his gaze. “Have a special point of view. I wouldn’t be opposed to it, at least.” You smiled and got your act together, trying desperately to end the damn interview so you could go home to your trusted, battery-driven friend and a solid amount of shame. “Thank you so much for taking time out to talk to me.” You began finishing the interview, rattling whatever the cards said, off, before turning the camera off and standing, wiping your sweaty palms on your skirt. “Seriously, thank you for taking the time out. And being somewhat amiable after finding out what… Well, finding my writings.” You tried to keep an air of professionalism to your voice. He stood as well. “No problem.” He smiled softly, the tension in the room was still unbearable. “Uhm, we have a guy coming for the camera in an hour, so… I’ll call…” “Or I could walk you down.” He cut you off, almost challenging you with his voice. “Really, you don’t have to, I’m more than capable.” You tried, but he shook his head and offered his arm. “What British gentleman would I be, if I didn’t make sure you got to the foyer safely, darling?” You took his arm and thanked all the gods in all of the universes that this was your life right now. “Alright.”

You both stood, waiting for the elevator, and your body was buzzing. His cologne was like a fucking drug, and the fact that he easily towered a head – maybe even two – over you, made you want to crawl on your knees and call him daddy. Not that he’d ever be privy to that, but still. A girl could dream. “Here.” He said, handing you a scrap of paper. You took it with furrowed brows and looked down at hastily scribbled numbers. You looked back at him with confusion radiating from your body. “In case you ever want to doublecheck the validity of your claims.” He said, smirking. This man was everything and nothing, you had expected him to be. Before you could answer, the elevator dinged and he gestured for you to step inside, following you. Too late, you realized how one, far up you were – which meant it would be a long ride down – and two, just how tiny the goddamn elevator was when he was next to you. You tried to breathe, but it was like your throat was constricting around the very air, you craved, and you tried to control your unsteady everything, when you felt hot breath on your neck. “Turn around.” You didn’t have a choice. The command in his voice was enough for you. As soon as you were face to face with him, he groaned and grabbed a hold of your waist, his lips on yours with feverish desperation. You met him with equal amounts of desperation and want, clawing at his back to get something, anything, bring him closer; he understood your silent request, and moved to stand between your legs, hands dipping to your ass and tongue sliding across yours. You moaned at the feeling – he was commanding in his kiss, fingers rough against your ass, and he lifted you, pressing your back against the wall. You didn’t have a single thought in your head other than oh my god this elevator better move slowly when you heard fabric ripping. You gasped as his fingers found your clothed, soaked core without the restraint of your skirt, and you wrapped your legs around him, pressing yourself against his fingers. He growled, fucking growled, and tugged on your lower lip, causing a stuttering moan to fall from your lips. “Oh, darling, you like it rough, don’t you?” He whispered against your lips, fingers grazing your wetness. “Look at you, so wet already… Did you imagine all the things I could do to you, when you were interviewing me?” His voice sent shivers down your spine, and wetness pooled in you. You were putty in his hands, grinding down on fingers, that were still dancing on top of your underwear. “You want me to take you right here, in the elevator? Let everyone see just how dirty I can be, darling?” You mewled as he pushed your underwear to the side, fingers dipping into you. “Fuck, feel how wet you already are for me… You take my fingers so well, darling, don’t you? Like a good, little whore…” You whimpered and felt yourself gush around him. “Henry, please, please…” “Please what?” His lips moved to your neck, biting down on the skin and you could feel the smile on his lips, when you clenched around him. “Please, faster, I’m begging you…” You moaned, writhing. You knew the elevator had to stop at some point, and you were desperate to have him before. “Needy, aren’t you, darling?” despite the teasing tone, his fingers sped up. “You’re not going to cum until I’m buried in you.” He growled and you saw stars. How the fuck were you going to hold back on that, when his fingers were so fucking thick and in you? He must’ve sensed your thoughts, because he pulled his fingers out and you whined. His hand found your face, the smack sounding loud in the quiet of the elevator, and your face tingled. You were about to explode, when he slapped you again before his fingers held your chin in a vice, eyes boring into yours. “Don’t be a fucking brat, darling, or you’ll get to see how bad I can get.” He said in a low, dangerous voice. He pinned you against the wall, his free hand undoing his pants. You couldn’t help yourself and smirked. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.” He grinned; eyes dark – he loved it. He tightened his grip on your chin. “Mouth.” You obeyed orders without a second thought. You barely knew the real version of him, but you trusted him completely. “Good girl.” He spat at you, and you moaned as it landed on your tongue. Still holding your chin tightly, his thumb found your tongue, rubbing the spit into it with a low rumble in the back of is throat. “I want to fuck your pretty, little, obedient mouth, but we’re running out of time, darling.” He mumbled before kissing you deeply, moaning at the feeling of your tongue against his; he pulled away and pulled his body away just enough for him to look down at his hard, leaking cock, he had pulled out, and spat at it as well, hand quickly fisting it and rubbing it into his shaft. Your heart was pounding out of your chest – you were going to get fucked by Henry Cavill in a very public elevator, and you wanted nothing more. “You want me to take you, darling? Want me to fill you, fucking split you with my cock?” You were a moaning mess but managed to stutter. “Y-yes, daddy.” He growled and pushed his long, thick cock inside of you, bottoming out – you almost came on the spot, clenching hard around him. He chuckled and his hand found your exposed ass and spanked it hard. “Not yet, darling.” He murmured, lips back on your throat, sucking dark markings on it. He wasn’t moving at all, but you felt the shake of his arms – he wanted it as much as you did. “Please, please, need you to move…” You gasped, feeling him twitch inside of you. “Since you asked so nicely…”

He moved, pulling and slamming his length into you, and you gasped, holding on to his shoulders for dear life, as he began pounding you like his life depended on it. You didn’t have a thought in your head other than more and it was like he was reading your mind, because he growled again, the sound vibrating in your core, and one hand found your throat, holding tightly to it, squeezing the air from your lungs as he fucked you deeply, the head of his cock nudging your cervix constantly. “P-please…” You groaned through a tight throat. “You want to cum? Want to cum on my cock, darling?” You nodded eagerly. “Oh, you’re being so good, look at you taking me so well…” He groaned and pounded you again, the elevator rattling a little. “Look at me.” He ordered and you forced your eyes open, finding his eyes. “You can cum, baby.” He fucked you relentlessly as pleasure erupted in you, slick gushing on his pants and you were stuck in a silent scream. You came harder than you ever had before, your slick pussy clenching him, drawing him deeper and he grunted.

A sudden pling of the elevator-doors made you whine; it opened to the very shocked face from Natalie, but Henry was feral and clearly didn’t care. “Hi, Natalie…” He grunted, still fucking you – this time a little slower. “This sweet girl forgot to press a button…” He sent you a wicked smile. “But as you can see, we’re not quite done yet…” He kissed your neck and Natalie squeaked. “Darling, would you press that button?” You leaned to the side, muttering a fuck under your breath as he moved and nudged a very sensitive spot, pressing the button to close the doors. Henry smiled at Natalie. “I’ll see you later.” The doors closed, and as soon as they were closed, he pressed the emergency stop before slamming deeply inside of you again.

“Now, darling, better hurry up…” He mumbled against your skin, hips snapping with unrelenting force, as he chased his own high. You were lost, completely gone with the pounding of his cock, and you mewled against him, nails digging into his shoulders. “Fuck, you are a good little slut, aren’t you? Getting fucked in the elevator makes you wet, darling?” You rolled your hips to meet his thrusts. He groaned and bit down on your heated skin again, leaving another mark. “Want me to fill you, darling? Right here, in the elevator? Filling this tight, little pussy?” he mumbled, his cock moving in and out of you so fast, you were barely hanging on. “Yes, fuck… Y-yes, fill me, please, daddy, pl-lease…” you moaned, gripping the short hairs at the nape of his neck, and tugged slightly. He roared and slammed up into you, impaling you and stretching you to the fullest. “Fuck, I’m coming, darling….” He murmured against your skin and you felt completely delirious – you wanted nothing more than whatever he wanted to give you. He growled and slammed his cock deeply inside of you, stilling as he filled you with ropes of hot cum, some of it spilling out around him. You were both panting as you came down and he slowly, but surely set you to your feet and moved your panties back in place before tucking his cock back in his own trousers. He kissed you deeply, tongue sliding against yours and fingers tangled in your hair. He pressed the emergency stop button again and then his floor, the elevator jumping back in action. He pulled away slowly with a sly smirk on his lips and his thumb stroked your bottom lip. You sighed happily and leaned against the wall of the elevator.

“Do you have any plans for the rest of the day?” He asked gently. You shook your head, feeling his spend slowly sticking your underwear to your slick, swollen pussy. “None whatsoever.” He grinned and wrapped his arm around you, kissing your hair.

“How about we co-wrote something?”

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[yourheartonfire]

I desperately need a continuation of the betrayed hero caught by their spy of a partner pleaseee

Ooh interesting. Thank you for the request!

First part here. CW for aftermath of a catastrophic injury, broken bones, threats of torture, non-con touching and reference to past dub-con by deception.

The enemy was back bright and early the next morning, this time with the cell keys jangling in hand. Their old partner hadn't started great and a night on the bare stone floor had left them worse for wear; breath shallow, forehead beaded with sweat, eyes dull as they looked up at their former partner. The enemy let themselves into the cell with a flourish.

"Good morning; you were wrong!" they said cheerfully, pulling their equipment cart along in a rattle of metal instruments. "Turns out my superiors are going to let me do anything I want to you."

The hero turned away, but not before their old partner saw their eyes sweep across the trays of knives and pliers and needles, saw their jaw clench under the bruised skin. "That's nice," they breathed as the enemy knelt beside them. "Nice of them to, uh. To trust you. A spy. Do you find it hard? Keeping all the pieces of yourself in separate little boxes?"

"Are we making small talk?" The enemy firmly wrapped their finger around the hero's bicep, pulling the arm free of where the hero cradled it against their chest.

The hero shuddered as they enemy slid their hand across that horribly shattered limb. "Well," they gasped out. "You know everything about me. And this is the first time I've met you."

"Oh you," the enemy chuckled. "And thats not true. There is so much information locked up in that cute skull of yours I've been dying to ask you about." The hero's arm was hot to the touch but their shoulder and hand cool. Which was about as good as the enemy could hope for. They lifted the hero's arm and stabbed the needle hidden up their sleeve into the hero's leg.

"Just a little painkiller," the enemy hummed as the hero yelped in shock and pain. It worked fast; almost immediately the hero sagged against the wall, the lines of stress and pain across their face easing. The enemy eased them to floor and set to work splinting the arm.

"Why?" the hero croaked.

"I've always thought you look gorgeous a little roughed up," the enemy said, going through the practiced motions quickly. "But I've never actually liked hurting you. This will be better for both of us, really, if you just answer my questions."

"Oh god." The hero tried to pull away. "You fooled me, okay? I believed you were... I gave you everything. I don't have any other secrets to confess."

"That's sweet but give yourself more credit for tradecraft," the enemy chuckled, drumming their fingers over the bandages. They could feel the two way mirror looming over the two of them, could feel the suspicious eyes watching. "Those ciphers, for example. I spent weeks searching for your code books before I realized - you're carrying it all in your head, aren't you?" They flicked their finger against the hero's forearm. The hero cried out again as the sudden jolt of pain and the enemy went back to that soft tapping. "Now, pay attention, love. Because if you don't talk to me, they'll just send in the next guy."

The hero opened their mouth to respond - and then their eyes went wide, staring into their enemy's. Neither looked down, at the enemy's hand tapping that arrhythmic pattern on hero's arm. Morse code. W I L L S A V E Y O U. B U Y T I M E.

"And I suppose the next guy isn't as nice as you ?" The hero managed a sneer, even as their speech slowed, a new spark in their eyes, a new puzzle before them. "I should just trust you?"

"I don't see that you have many other options," the enemy said.

The hero scoffed. "It's too late. They switch the codes every night - all I've got now is an outdated cypher."

"See, we're learning things already!" The enemy smiled. "Nice to see the sodium pentathol working. Now dont give me that look, I do have a job to do here," they protested at the hero's shocked, betrayed face. The enemy reached back and grabbed a knife. "Don't take it personally. You'd do the same to me if things were reversed."

"Oh no. No. Give yourself some credit for tradecraft," the hero said with a blistering glare and tears in their eyes. "I could never, never do this to you."

Window and observers be damned, for a moment the enemy let the mask slip, looked at hero as themselves. When had that happened, that the version of themselves that was the hero's partner, protector, lover had become so real?

Then the moment passed and enemy shook it off. That wasnt who they had to be right now. Hero was in no condition to save themselves so it was up to enemy to make this look good. So then they got into character and got to work.

[masterjedilenawrites]

D and J (with a little bit of V from the nsfw one) for my Jedi boys they need some love

D | Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Anakin doesn't think too far ahead about these things. He enjoys the secrecy in the beginning; all the stolen kisses and hidden visits. He says someday things will change and they can be more open, but he doesn't have any idea of what that might look like.

Obi-Wan is sort of a cynic about the future, at least when considering his partner. He knows he'll have some difficult decisions to make if he wishes to be with them long-term, and he puts them off as long as possible.

Luke also doesn't dream much about the future, but mainly because he's so content with how things are in the present. Continuing to build a Jedi school with his partner is all he has on his mind for a while.

Mace entertains a few ideas about the future. Some kids, for sure, but lots of travel and charitable commitments to keep them both busy. He wants their life together to have meaning, to give as much hope and empowerment to the galaxy as they give each other.

Cal isn't picky about where their future is headed, so long as they can stay side-by-side. Companionship means everything to him, and most likely he'd find himself with a person who dreams enough for the both of them.

J | Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Anakin gets unnecessarily jealous and definitely shirks his responsibilities in order to show up the other person and prove to his partner he's the best. He needs lots of reassurance in his relationship.

Obi-Wan doesn't feel jealous so much as guilty. He wishes he could spend more time with his partner than he is able, so when he sees someone else seemingly filling the gap, he beats himself up over it.

Luke sometimes feels a little sting of jealousy, usually when he's already frustrated by something else in his life. He actively tries to push down these feelings, knowing they're unhealthy and unproductive.

Mace, for the most part, does not get jealous. But there are certain things that get under his skin and cause him to lash out in subtle, petty ways. Like when someone gets his partner a nice gift.

Cal is never jealous. He couldn't explain why if you asked, he just has this sense of inner peace about it all. He would never want his partner to be isolated from others because of his own insecurities.

[18+ only below the cut, please and thank you]

V | Volume - How loud they are, what sounds they make

Anakin is a talker. He might have some grunts here and there, but he's mostly just talking through the whole thing... praises, dirty talk, questions about how he's doing, the whole bit.

Obi-Wan is pretty quiet. Maybe he's afraid of getting caught, or maybe he's just not sure how to express himself in that way, but he keeps things muted to faint whispers and held breaths.

Luke is a whiny boi. He can't help himself. He's not particularly loud about it, but it's noticeable enough that his partner may be thrown off by it their first couple of times.

Mace is just as calm, cool, and collected in bed as he is anywhere else. He's not going to make many sounds, or even breathe too hard, unless he's really, really, really worked up.

Cal can be talkative as well, though he usually sticks to quick, sweet nothings over anything dirty or conversational. He gets louder and more moan-y the longer he goes at it.

Send a fluff alphabet request and help me get back into the swing of writing!

[clefairymuke]

regrets | chapter seventeen

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pairing: levi ackerman x reader

themes: enemies to lovers, slowburn, angst, fluff, smut

tw: violence / explicit sexual content

word count: 2465

note: i pride myself in staying accurate to levi’s character because it’s difficult to do when it comes to romance. one thing i will not budge on, however: he is not a virgin. he’s a god in bed. definitely super rough. isayama is wrong. idc that he’s the author. all that aggression in that little body? this man fucks. period. he’s a different person in the bedroom. thanks for coming to my tedtalk.

Your mind was somehow racing despite the total lack of coherent thoughts in your head. It was like running in place. The feeling of Levi's lips on yours, moving in unison with his hands as they traced your body, made you ache in the most satisfying of ways. You savored every hungry and merciless prick of his teeth against the newly swollen and sensitive skin of your lips.

His tiny bites moved to your neck, sending chills down to your toes as you gasped for the air that stung your bruised mouth. His hands slid over the curvature of your waist, moving to grip your hips as he turned the both of you around, shuffling you backward until you had no choice but to take a seat on the cool wood of his desk. He ran his fingers along your thighs and tapped them, a silent request, prompting you to spread them to allow his body to fit more seamlessly against yours. His grip traveled languidly to the backside of your knees, lifting them until you understood and wrapped your legs around his waist, hanging loosely from his hips like a belt. Realization set in when you felt the bulge in his trousers brush against your most sensitive place.

"Levi," you whimpered out between gasps as he worked roughly away at your neck, "What are we doing?"

"Do you want this?" he murmured against your skin, his tone obviously displaying his feelings for the first time -- it was husky and desperate.

"Yes," you breathed without hesitation.

His hand left your legs to land gently on the side of your neck; he didn't apply any pressure, he only brushed his calloused thumb down the length of your throat. "Then please, for once in your life, just shut the fuck up." With that harsh remark, his lips crashed back into yours, his tongue pleading at your lips for entrance as you wove your fingers in the hem of his shirt. You obliged him, fighting a whine as his hands came to cup your breasts, kneading them gently. You suckled his bottom lip, drawing the quietest of groans into your mouth and sending Levi even further into his newfound desperation, his insatiable hunger for you.

Your fingertips found the smooth, cool buttons of his shirt easily, snapping them apart one after the other until his bare torso was exposed for your exploration. You felt his toned chest rise and fall rapidly as he continued his assault on your lips. He pulled his hand away from your throat and his mouth away from yours for a moment to shrug the shirt off of his shoulders, letting loose his muscular arms. He looked at you for a second, lust clouding his eyes, before he tugged at the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head; the air against your hot skin was jarring as you watched him admire you. He looped his arms around your back and unclasped your bra swiftly, tossing it to the side to join your shirts. He studied you intently, eyes traveling from your face, to your breasts, to your navel and back again. "Such a pretty girl," he cooed, making your cheeks burn red as he caressed one of them, his thumb tracing your cheekbone.

This moment didn't last long, as he soon dropped to his knees and dove to your chest, peppering kisses around where you wanted him, teasing you until you almost whimpered with want. This was where the real fun would begin. He cupped one breast in his hand and took the other into his mouth, swirling his tongue around your nipple and sending waves of pleasure through your body. You giggled softly at the memory of him shouting at you only ten minutes prior; you were an idiot to think he didn't want you.

His tongue continued to dart across one of your nipples as he tweaked the other between his fingers, making you squirm. "Do you like this?" he asked you, breaking away for only a second before returning to suck harshly on it. You moaned, nodding your head eagerly. You felt him smirk against you. He then pinched your nipple between his fingers, quickly yet firmly, sending a shockwave down your spine and a whine through your mouth. "How about that? Does that feel good, brat? Do you still want to shout at me now?"

His lips lined a trail down your ribs and your stomach as he detached his mouth and fingers from your now-sensitive nipples, giving you only a second for a sigh of relief as he began to unbutton your pants. He tugged them down your legs before tossing them to join the rest. He sat eye level with your pussy, now only clothed by the thin material of your panties. You knew he could see how soaked you were -- you wondered if you should be embarrassed.

"I asked you a question," he told you, running his fingertip along your inner thighs as he stared hungrily at the space between your legs.

"It felt incredible," you answered honestly, a grin painting your lips as you reached a wonderful thought: "I'm sorry for yelling, Captain."

This awakened something in him. He roughly threw your legs over his shoulders and showed no mercy, licking you through your panties and gripping your thighs tightly enough to bruise. His warm, wet tongue sent electricity through you each time it came in contact with your core, leaving your hands to weave themselves into his hair, pulling harshly as he made you squirm and moan. He tugged your panties to the side with one finger, finally making contact where you needed him most.

His tongue looped quick circles around your clit, pausing to suck harshly on it every once in a while, leaving you no time to catch your breath. You moaned out a string of expletives mixed in with his name, unable to control your voice any longer. You simply hoped no one could hear. Your lewd sounds only seemed to drive him further, his pace quickening and one finger starting to circle around your hole. You quickly discovered this was only to tease as he abruptly pulled away, his mouth and chin shining with wetness as you looked down at him.

"Hush," he scoffed, the iron grip on your thighs not once letting up. "Do you want everyone in the building to know what you're doing right now?"

Any ounce of self-respect you had had long gone out the window, and you knew that. You ignored his question. "Please don't stop, Levi. Please," you whined, your hands trying desperately to pull his head back down to your soaked core. You were too weak to budge him. "I don't care if I'm being loud -- just -- please, Captain. Don't stop." The smugness in the smirk that ran across his lips would normally annoy you, but you were in no place to roll your eyes or utter a sarcastic quip -- you laid on his desk, hips bucking at the idea of having his tongue on you for just one more minute; how pathetic.

"You don't care if anyone hears you?" he asked, eyes lust-filled.

You should have known then that you were in for it, but your brain was too frazzled to make the connection. "No, I don't care, just please keep going," you told him. He obliged. His lips latched back onto your clit, sucking hard and making you yelp. At the same time, he plunged two fingers into you mercilessly, the sound of your wetness sloshing inside of you almost embarrassing; however, it was difficult to hear over the loud moans of his name echoing from your throat like a chant.

You felt your stomach tightening, everything building up to a point that you weren't sure if you could control yourself any longer. You needed release, and Levi was not hesitant to drive you there. He continued his relentless pounding of his fingers into you, his mouth working a special kind of magic you had never had the pleasure of experiencing before that moment. It was becoming too much.

"Levi, I'm gonna cum," you moaned, not-so quietly. As soon as you finished your sentence, his fingers disappeared from within you and his mouth pulled away, leaving you squirming and clenching around nothing. "No no no no," you whimpered, needing to let all the pressure go. "Don't stop. Why'd you stop?"

His arms wrapped around your weak, shaky body and lifted you, your legs and arms wrapping around him as he carried you across the suite. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, feeling his hand extend to open a door -- his bedroom. You weren't in a state to take in the details, and made a mental note to do that later; your thoughts, though, were cut short by Levi dropping you onto his bed and unbuckling his belt. You looked up at him with an expression that could only be described as awe: his hair had been destroyed by your greedy hands, tangled, messy, and falling into his eyes; his silver gaze looked like that of a predator -- taking in every inch of your naked body, excitement dancing through them -- his pants hung loosely around his hips, his abs leading into a v-shape that ended in his masculine hands fiddling with his belt buckle. It fell to the floor with a clang, his fingers swiftly unbuttoning his pants and pulling them off, a new pile of clothes starting in the floor of this room.

Your eyes widened as he stood in front of you, not even pausing as he used your thighs to pull you to the edge of the bed -- you could focus on nothing but the size of him, wondering if it would even fit. It was long and thick, veins protruding as he was as hard as could be. You swore your mouth almost started to water.

"Ready?" he asked you, his gentleness taking you by surprise. You nodded hungrily as he positioned himself between your legs, the head of his cock poking at your core. He lifted your legs with his forearms so that they weren't quite on his shoulders, but still high enough to fuck you as deep as he wanted at the moment. You drew in a breath as he split you, stretching you further than anyone had before; you groaned in ecstasy. As he hilted himself into you and hit the back of your walls, your hands launched to grip his shoulders, nails digging into his back so deeply you were sure they'd draw blood. Then he was still for a moment -- perhaps he was letting you adjust, but you were sure he was only doing it to tease.

"Fuck me, please, Captain," you breathed out, not removing your nails from his back. He rocked his hips gently once or twice, giving you wave after wave of pleasure. You had never felt so completely full -- you were unsure of how he was able to move at all.

Without warning, he unsheathed his dick completely and rammed it back into you, resetting the pace entirely. You became a whiny mess as he pounded into you time after time, the knot in your stomach quickly returning and begging to be untied. He shifted up slightly, landing in the perfect place.

"Fuck, Levi, right there," you cried, dragging your nails down his back. You wondered if it was too early to decide that this was the best sex you'd ever had. "I need to cum."

"Cum for me, pretty girl," he said softly, brushing your hair out of your face. He placed his hand around your throat, squeezing only slightly and earning a loud moan. With his words, you let everything go. You felt tsunami waves  crashing on your shores as he rode out your climax, his dick twitching inside of you and his hand tightening around your neck every time your pussy clenched around him. He never slowed; once you were finished, he continued to pound into your sensitive cunt, making you writhe and whimper. His other hand trailed down from your cheek past your neck, making a little circle around your nipple before going even further. His thumb came to rest on your clit, toying with it as he fucked you like he wanted the entire regiment to hear his name.

He released his grip on your throat and wrapped his hand around the back of your neck, pulling you up to look him in his eyes while he fucked you stupid, your own pupils falling to the back of your head as the overstimulation started to make it to your brain. His grunts and groans had begun to grow more frequent, signaling you that he was close. "Who else has fucked you like this?" he asked, sultry anger dripping from his voice.

There it was -- the jealousy. The thing that had started this whole ordeal and a new contender for your favorite thing about him. "No one, Levi," you replied between squeaks of pleasure, the knot retying itself in your stomach one more time. "I'm close again," you moaned, the utter ecstasy from the combination of his cock pounding into you and is thumb assaulting your clit beginning to be too much to handle.

He ignored you. "You thought you were so fucking cute today, kissing him in front of me," his strokes grew sloppier with every word, and you knew he had started to come undone. "I wonder if Eren fucked you like this, seeing as you were willing to give it to him in the disgusting stables. Surely he was at least as good as me."

"No -- nobody's fucked me like you. Just you, Levi. Please just let me cum," you begged him, your heat throbbing around his dick and only worsening your situation.

His strokes grew slower and deeper, his rhythm breaking completely. "Good girl," he cooed, pressing a kiss to your forehead before letting you fall back to the soft bed below you. "Cum for me one more time."

That was all it took for the flood gates to open as you pulsed around him, moaning out his name like a prayer, holding onto his shoulders for dear life. Once you finished, lying there in a panting mess unable to even lift your head, he pumped out a few final strokes, curse words and your name littering from his mouth as he pulled out and released himself onto your stomach. He rolled over to lay next to you, gently pulling your head onto his chest and combing his fingers through your newly tangled hair.

"What am I going to do with you?"

[lottiebagleywritesobx]

Love Language

At the time they'd made it the language had felt like no one would ever be able to understand it.

They were only 9 and JJ had been granted permission to stay at her house, her parents used to be around a lot, although they weren't anymore, and they'd always welcomed her blonde best friend leading to his near constant presence at their home.

It was late for two kids, maybe 10 pm, and they'd been wrapped in blankets in her box sized room that felt so much bigger when they were young.

They always got each other in a way no one else understood for reasons way more complex than a secret language they would use to write each other messages, but at 9, all they needed to know was that the language was another thing that tied them together.

It was simple: to spell a word you combine the first letters of the other words.

So to write Hello  you would write Hungry Elephants Love Lollipops Okay

It had stuck a lot at first, they used it everyday and it drove Pope and John B insane, but as they got older it died out.

It was used a few times at 12 when they had an annoying teacher who made students read notes out if they were caught passing them, to everyone else it sounded like gibberish.

It was used once at 15, the world help spelled out when an older Kook boy wouldn't leave her alone and she knew he was reading her phone screen over her shoulder, not wanting to trigger him.

Now, at 17, she had laughed out loud when she'd unfolded the note tucked into her locker.

In JJ's scrawl that only she could read with ease.

 Ukraine

Rollercoaster

Penguin Ranch Eyelash Tractor Tangerine Yoghurt

You are pretty. She blushed a little, looking around for any sign of the familiar blonde boy but he was nowhere to be seen, she tucked the note into her bag, hating the way he made her heart race, before shoving the books she didn't need over the weekend into her locker and walking down the corridor and out of the front doors.

When she arrived at the twinkie her friends were already there "Took your time," John B smirks from his open window, occupying the front seat

"She was probably busy flirting with Mack," Sarah teases from the passenger side

"For the last time Sarah, he just needed tutoring in bio,"

"You are shit at bio," Sarah smirks even wider

"Better than you sweetheart," The girl grins, climbing into the back and diving out of Sarah's reach as she moves to try and flick her. Both girls laughing loudly

"I'll get the door then," Pope chides

"Thanks P, i can't get too close  or Sarah will attack me," She grins, Pope rolls his eyes but sends her a grin as he leans forwards to pull the door to the twinkie closed.

She moves through the seats to her usual space, she always sat next to JJ, no matter what. They could be drinking at the chateau, relaxing at the beach, adventuring on the boat. No matter what they were next to each other. It wasn't uncommon when one of them was feeling tired, or clingy, or touch starved for her to end up in his lap, his arms wrapped around her stomach and his chin on her shoulder.

She leans up pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, it wasn't uncommon in their friendship, often used as a greeting, a thanks or even just out of the blue, and so the other's don't think anything of it even though JJ feels himself melting into a puddle. What is a little different though is the way she grabs his hand giving it a tight squeeze before pulling her own away and settling down in her seat as John B starts up the van. He knows what it is. It's a silent thanks for the note, not wanting to say anything in front of their friends but it was a sign she got it and she was grateful for it.

He wraps his arm around her shoulder, his touch gentle but Pope gives him a knowing look, the touch is supposed to claim her. She either doesn't notice or  doesn't seem to mind though, instead leaning into his now open side as she chats happily with Kie.

**

It's monday morning and JJ is in first period history. He fucking hates history, yet, it had become his favourite subject simply because it was the only one all 6 pogues shared. He opens his school bag with sigh, placing the textbook on his desk and starting to fish around the bottom of the bag for a loose pen.

Pope turns around from the seat in front of him, placing a pen on his desk with a knowing smile. JJ drops his bag to the floor, opening the text book only for a note to fall out.

Her neat writing fills the page and the smile on his face is immediate.

Umbrella

Rocket

Happy Ant Neck Drop Surf Olive Mars Egg

JJ tries to ignore the feeling of a red hot blush creeping up his neck as he turns to look at the next desk along, she's already looking at him with a smirk shooting him a week before turning to face the front, god if JJ can't feel himself falling.

**

It continues for weeks.

Tucked into the wind screen wiper of her old shitty truck.

Taped to the sandwiches she would bring him to lunch.

On her pillow when she went to bed one night.

Stuffed into the pocket of the hoodie she borrowed.

Her school bag.

The bathroom mirror at the chateau.

They both started to home a large collection of notes. Her's placed neatly in a drawer in her bedroom. His tucked in a box under the floor board that lifts up in the room he claims as his at the chateau.

**

"What you writing?" John B questions as he steps onto the porch

"Just a note for y/n,"

"You guys have been passing a lot of secret notes recently," John B comments, JJ shrugs placing the pen down "It's sweet,"

"What d'ya mean by that?" JJ questions, John raises his eyebrows giving JJ a knowing look before having a realisation.

"You still haven't told her you're head over heels in love with her?"

"No," JJ admits, he was way past his days of fighting back when his friends accused him of being in love with her. "I don't know how to. You know me, I never say things right and I just- I really don't want to fuck this up. Only got one shot at it,"

"So write it," John B shrugs like it's obvious

"I can't,"

"You can,"

"What if she doesn't feel the same?"

"JJ, you're the most annoying person I know and she puts up with you all the time and has done since you were 2 . She feels the same,"

**

She's only wearing a bikini and a tshirt that belongs to JJ when she exits her house on Saturday morning. Her plans to meet at the Chateau go surfing with Kie already made, she grabs her board and at first she doesn't even notice it, attached to the cool box full of water and fruit she'd loaded up the night before is a note.

Ice

Art Magic

Igloo Note

London Orange Venus Elephant

Wine Ill Tiger Hungry

Yam One Under

It takes less than a minute for her to decipher the note, abandoning her surf board and the cooler in favour of sprinting to the Cheateau.

JJ is seemingly waiting for her when she arrives, he's pacing in front of the house, going still the second he sees her.

"Are you kidding?" She questions, he's stares, eyes wide not quite able to process why she looks so hopeful. "Because JJ, if this is some fucked up joke I will literally never speak to you again,"

"It's not a joke," He assures

"It's not?" She questions, it's het turn to still, having expected to arrive for him to laugh and ruffle her hair like he was her brother.

"No. I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you since we were 12 and you stole my cap and started wearing it everyday,"

"We were 14 and you snuck into my room because my parents were fighting and you read harry potter to me cause you knew my parents used to," She states

He nods, now it was all out there in the open neither of them quite knew what to do.

"For fucks sake kiss already!" Pope shouts, they turn seeing all the pogues watching them from the porch.

JJ looks at her, an unspoken question in his eyes. "Just promise me if this all goes tits up we will be friends, cause I can't loose you maybank,"

He holds his pinky out, smiling as she loops her with his and squeezes slightly. He pulls her into his chest with their pinkies. Lips crashing onto hers, spare holding her closer to him by the small of her back. Her empty hand moving to play with the blonde curls she's wanted to run her fingers through a thousand times. Their pinkies stay linked by their side, his thumb stroking at her hands lightly.

Yeah, she'd be keeping the note he left in there little love language.

[munsnz]

Sand — Steve Harrington

TW: Cussing ??

Summary: Where plans were canceled with your best friend, bringing along you and her ex together aka Steve Harrington, remembering the huge dick he was in high school. Perhaps in the span of one day, you catch feelings for him but during a fun activity leads you and Steve together.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader

Lydineo Radio: Let The Sun In — Wallows

Masterlist — Requests are open!

“I thought Nancy was coming,” You mumbled as you walked towards Steve Harrington’s car, where he wore a pair of his black sunglasses along with a summer blouse, leaning against his car. You and Nancy both planned to head on over to the beach, somehow convinced that Steve was going as well, even if they broke up. It had been a year since the mall burned down due to a mysterious cause, now it was another boring summer all over again.

He smiled a little as he saw you trudge over to him, “Plans were changed little one.” Steve pat you on the head, making you feel like a child and you smacked his hand away from your head.

”Ew don’t touch me,” you groaned and crossed your arms as you stepped away from him. He laughs at the funny gesture and takes his shades off to show his chestnut colored eyes into the open. “So what are we supposed to do?”

”We can......” Steve trailed off, looking at you, “I don’t really know, we can both go?”

You cringed at his words and statement, giving a funny expression playing at your face, “Steve...... I hope you’re kidding me. I don’t even know you much. All I know is that you’re Dustin’s friend and you worked at the mall.”

”I see you’ve watched me huh?” He chuckles at your response and cheekily leans over closer to you, “Guess my beauty- Ow!” He groans to see you step over his shoe, to make him shut up.

”Look, Harrington,” You snap at him, while you take his glasses away from his hands and put them on your face, “I cancelled all my shit plans to come to this little stupid trip Nancy told me and I’m still going, but I’m not gonna let your dumb ego stop me.”

Steve rapidly shakes his head at your orders and ruffles his hair a little being in front of you, a sort of tint of pink welled up on his cheeks. Was he blushing? Seeing him at such flustered state, you rolled your eyes to walk inside the passenger’s seat of his car.

“So are we going-“

”Get in......Asshole,” You smile at him as you shoot a glare at him, making him follow your directions to sit into the driver’s seat next to you.

He sighs a little and turns to you while he turns on the car, “You know Y/N...... you’re a little scarier than I thought.”

Scoffing at such remark, you punch his shoulder, making him laugh nervously, “I’m sorry but I’m not usually this scary.”

”Oh thank-“

You shot a glare at him again, he jumped and turned to the steering wheel. “So where we off to? Maybe we could grab a bite before we go?”

”Sure that’s fine,” You crossed your arms and huffed, this trip was going to be one shitshow for sure knowing you had to be stuck with Steve Harrington.

-

”How come I’ve never heard about you at school?” Steve asks as he sips down the last of his milkshake, watching you, fidgeting with your fingers.

Looking up at him, you claimed while laughing, “Well, you were too busy with popularity. I was just a shadow!” You noticed his eyes turn away from you and you sighed, “I hope you’re not like that anymore. Or are you?”

He shakes his head at your question, being able to express that he was no longer that douchebag he was in high school, “No not anymore. Not everything is about popularity.”

”You learned it the hard way huh?”

Steve nods his head at your claim. It seemed like you could read Steve by his expressions and words he spoke. You had never and I mean never have spoken to Steve Harrington prior to the school you both attended to. Just click. It did.

”How do you know me so well Y/N?” He pondered, while getting up from the table, sliding the money onto the bill for the waitress, “We just met and you read me like a book.”

”I don’t know,” You get up along with him, and both walk outside to find that it was already 4 pm, “Oh shit, it’s late.”

”It’s really intriguing to talk to you,” He blurts out, while walking to his car. You looked up at him, with widened eyes, “I-I mean we took around two hours talking to each other.”

You glanced at him, shuffling over inside his car to avoid any eye contact with you. As you came inside the car, he turned it on, driving to the south where the small beach was near.

-

The wind blew on your face, sending your hair all over the place as you got out of Steve’s car. Somehow a bit of hair got into your mouth and you began to choke but calmed down, whipping the bit of hair out of your mouth. You watched from afar the tides came in and out at the sandy beach located a few towns away from Hawkins. The air began to cool, meaning the sun was going to set anytime soon.

”I guess you’re not much of a beach or summer person right?” Steve calls out from behind you, making you look at him.

He read you correctly this time and you joked, “It’s my job to read you, not yours.” Both of you grabbed a picnic blanket from his trunk and began to walk to the beach area. You slid your shoes off, to place your feet in the thick, warm, sand as Steve followed the same thing like you. In the windy silence, you both laid the towel under you. Getting comfortable, Steve turned on the radio, faintly playing Higher Love by Steve Windows (coincidence? I think not), there wasn’t that much people at the beach that same day. A couple of kids who were playing in the waves from afar, but that was only it. Another driven silence began, but bored out of your mind, you decided to take off your crew neck, where your bathing suit was under and head to the water.

Doing such action in front of him, Steve felt flustered watching you slide your sweater off your body, “Something bothering you Harrington?” You laughed at him, to stand up and lend your hand towards him.

”I.....” Steve trails off, grabbing your hand to stand up and run towards the water, “Last one there is a rotten egg!”

”You’re such a child, Steve!” You giggled and followed him to the tide running in and out. You were sadly the last one that got there, being splashed water at your face by him, “You’re gonna regret that Harrington!”

“I’d like to see you try Y/N!”

-

Who knew you were chasing Steve Harrington across the water to see him being thrown by the wave crashing, sending him underwater. He comes back to the surface to find you next to him, splashing water in his face, getting back at him.

”I told you I’d get you,” You paddled your feet to keep you at the surface, smiling at him to find his ‘perfect’ hair ruined in front of you.

But as you watched him squint his eyes because of the water in them. You felt something touch your leg, making you quiver, “Ah!” You shouted as you rapidly threw your arms around him, unaware of who you were holding on to. Caught off guard, Steve feels his heart skip a beat, feeling your skin on his, sending you both underwater and back up to the surface.

”What’s wrong?!” He exclaims, blabbing out the salty water that accidentally went into his mouth, while grabbing you too.

”I felt something on my leg,” You look around at the body of water around you, still latched onto him. Freezing in your position, the only sound you both heard was of the ocean, nothing else happened. But slowly realizing who you were hung onto, you watch him awkwardly to find him holding you as well, bringing a whole feeling of nervousness. Letting go, although you didn’t want to.

“Karma,” He chuckles silently, and covers his mouth. Realizing your stupidity, it was just seaweed roaming around. You move your hair out of your face and begin to swim away from him, but felt a slight tug by your waist, guessing who it was you paddled away faster and giggled even more.

Now here was the place you were going to have a lifetime with this guy you barely know. This new friend of yours seemed like someone you have known for years on end. Just something about it, clicked.

-

After a shit ton of messing around and unintentionally flirting with each other, you grew exhausted. The swimming and running all over the place drains one out. Now you were splurged onto the warm sand, with a ton of mixed emotions everywhere, eager to try something different.

”This may sound weird but you’re cool.”

”I know I am,” Steve scoffs, laying shirtless under the towel and crossed his legs while you sat up, dusting the sand away from the seashells you both found lying beneath the sand. Another silence grew, the sound of the waves become louder, you were in the reality instead of that pretty daydream with him. You weren’t attracted to Steve. Correct?

Of course you were though, shockingly. But with such courage you sighed, watching the sunset turn into a deep shade of orange and purple, “Wanna do something weird?”

”I like weird,” Steve sits up, placing his arm onto his bent knee, “Tell me.”

You had never been such an outgoing or confident person, it seemed like you were more into the shy part of things. As you breathed out, you mumbled, “How about if we talk about the person we like the most? We write it down in the sand, and run away.”

”That’s weird.”

Whilst you were annoyed, you furrowed your eyebrows at him, “Steve I just said it’s weird-“

”I know I know,” He says, standing up and grabbing a stick from far away, “What are you waiting for?”

-

Scribbling an S, then a T and E, V, E, you finished, but panicked slightly knowing he probably didn’t like you. And no, it wasn’t a cliche thing. Or was it?

”I’m done,” You hear Steve’s voice make you jump nervously, signaling this would most likely be the end of your friendship. Wow, just one day in and poof! There goes another bond away from your life.

“Let me look at it first!”

Fear in his voice, he almost shoved you to turn away from the only letter you saw, “Hey! No I go first!”

”No let me!” You pushed him a little and jumped to look over his shoulder, but he was too quick and moved enough to block your sight to see the name.

In a fight, you still couldn’t see the pair of letters, and pushed each other around, in fear to know the other’s reaction of it.

“Asshole just let me-“

Oh God.

That boy knows.

He saw his name written, from behind your short height. Oh shit you were doomed for sure. It was surely impossible to love someone by day one. But this, this was different. Feelings were all over the place, as you noticed his eyes widened at the sight of the letter that spelled his name out.

You clicked your tongue and flinched a little before you would usually get rejected, “It’s a prank I’m kidding! I’m so funny right?”

Steve awkwardly looks around, putting his arms behind his back and stepped away for you to see YOUR NAME. Oh god you knew it was some prank. You watched and still saw his serious face driven by the silence, perhaps he wasn’t joking.

”Oh man,” You cross your arms, watching the letters printed on the sand being destroyed by the incoming wave, washing it away from existence, “We’re just pranking each other right?”

“Uh-“

”Just say it!” You walk over to him and spin away from him, “We should just go home, it’s getting late anyways.”

”I-“

You continue blabbing more nonsense about your summer and how this idea was just one big mistake. Steve knew you wouldn’t stop anytime soon so he stops you by grabbing your shoulders, catching you off guard. Wide eyed, and flushed face, he mumbles a little, “It’s not a prank, I wouldn’t play with love like that.”

”Love?”

”Yeah......” He trails off, watching you intently at the somewhat attraction he had for you, “I-I uh....I know this is fast. I don’t expect you to say yes which is totally fine I’m sorry I’m rushing this I-“

“I like you too Harrington,” You confidently move away for him to see the letters clearly written STEVE on it. Shocked, Steve snaps out of his thoughts to find you put an arm around him and look at him. “So is this the part where we admit our true feelings then realize we are actually in love after getting to know each other in the span of a day and we kiss under the sunset?”

Steve watched you cheekily grin at him, and nodded slightly, “I suppose-“ He was cut off by your lips pressing onto his, automatically bringing his hands on your waist, holding you closer to his body like glue. Both of you continue to move your lips in sync, realizing, maybe this boring and mistaken trip was all written in the sand.