#𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 answered ask

[lcstinfantasy]

[ pool ] our muses have sex in a swimming pool ( public or private ) - rafe / junie he's feeening

🐝  *  ―  𝑫𝑰𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑳𝑶𝑪𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑯𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑿.

it's really no surprise that the two can't keep their hands off each other. both absolute feens for each other at all moments. affection was not something that either shied away from. especially when they are alone. like now. the sun is setting and the two are swimming out in his pool. the house isn't completely empty but they have their privacy. most had gone in to sleep since being out in the sun all day. the two of them took the chance to continue to have time for themselves. rafe backing her up agains tthe wall in the more shallow end of the pool. his waist still covered while the water comes up just below her chest. her arms go to wrap around his neck as her legs wrap around his waist. she smiles gently at him, lovingly. "someone has been behaving all day." she teased as she presses deep kisses against his mouth. rocking her hips against his fingers as he pushes her bikini to the side. "rafe...." she moans softly. "please."

[ariestrxsh]

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 content warning: smut, quite a bit of fluff, innocence corruption, masturbation, use of toys, getting caught, handjob (kinda), voyeurism/exhibitionism, religious kink, sexualization of religious imagery, slow burn, mommy kink (sorry lol), sub!virgin!matt, experienced!pervy!reader

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 author's note: dont read this if you're religious - it will offend you. this is part two of me & u. you can read part one here. 💖 there will be more parts to this story, so stick around. also, disclaimer: don't spy on people and watch them without their permission. 😭 this is just fantasy.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 summary: after getting to know and hanging out with the innocent, virgin christian boy who recently moved in next door, he starts exploring his sexuality with you, and the two of you start falling in love with each other.

me & u part two

"Your mom wasn't mad that you were smoking, was she?" Matt timidly asked you through the phone later on that day as he was rifling through kitchen appliances and finding a place to store them.

"No, I'm an adult. She doesn't care what I do. She was calling me in for lunch," you snorted, tugging at a loose thread on your blanket while you laid on your bed, still in your fairy dress and laying down with your feet kicking behind you.

Matt was thankful your mom wasn't upset with you, but he was annoyed that your first kiss with him was interrupted by something as menial as lunch.

"Well, what did you eat?" Matt wondered, trying to find a way to ask you to hang out again. "Just a sandwich and some macaroni," you told him. "W-what kind of sandwich?" Matt stammered, beating around the bush.

"Did you really call me to hear me talk about a turkey sandwich?" You chuckled. "I mean, I wanted to hear about your sandwich and to see if you wanted to hang out again," Matt shyly replied, biting his nails.

"Depends. What did you have in mind?" You inquired, teasing him and knowing you were going to say yes regardless of what he suggested the two of you do.

"We could go buy paint for my room. You could help me pick out a color," Matt said, hoping you'd say yes. "I'd love that. I'll be over soon. I just need to shower and get out of these clothes," you replied, smiling at how cute Matt sounded through the phone.

He couldn't help but picture you slipping out of your fairy dress.

"O-okay. Cool, I-I'll see you soon," Matt tripped over his words as you two hung up the phone. You put on a black tank top and a pair of jean shorts after your hasty shower, and you hurried over, eager to see Matt again.

You knocked on his door and patiently waited for him to answer. He was in a solid black t-shirt and jeans, and he was wearing a silver chain around his neck with a cross on it. "Ready to go?" You asked him, looking him up and down. "Yeah, let's go," Matt said, smiling at you and pulling his front door closed behind him.

On the ride to go pick out paint, Matt kept stealing glances at you at stoplights and stop signs, wondering if it would be the right time to try and re-do your first kiss, but every time he thought about leaning in, it felt too forced.

You could feel this, the way he was desperately looking for a chance to press his lips against yours, but you knew the perfect time would come again, and you didn't want to rush it.

You liked making him wait, but this didn't mean you weren't going to relentlessly tease him.

"Are you dying to hear how hard I came with my new toy?" You smirked over at Matt who looked back over at you wide-eyed. "Y-you already used it?" Matt studdered. "No. But I figured you were wondering if I had," you teased him. He blushed and grinned.

"I actually wanted to wait until I could use it in front of you," you admitted, your voice dripping with lust as you peered over at him and raised an eyebrow. "W-what?" He struggled to get out.

It was far too much fun to watch him blush and fidget. You couldn't get enough of his flushed, pink cheeks, his puppy dog eyes, and the desperate expression that would subtly make itself known everytime you'd tease him. And you knew just what to do and say to elicit these kinds of responses from him.

Once you guys stumbled upon a local store that sold paint, the two of you wandered over to the earth tones. "Now, really take your time making this decision. This is going to be the color of the paint in your room. You're going to have to see it every day," you told Matt when you saw all the different options they had.

Matt was scanning through different swatches of all the cool-toned paints when one caught his attention. "I like this one," he told you, pointing at the dark green shade on the page. "I love that color," you responded, taking the swatch from him and looking on the wall for the matching paint. "I think I found it," you told him, smiling and picking up a bucket.

Matt grabbed a second bucket of paint, a few paint brushes, some plastic covering, and the two of you paid for it all and left the store. "I'm so excited," Matt told you, his eyes lighting up as he spoke.

The two of you rode home in a comfortable silence, and you helped Matt carry the paint up the stairs to his room. You two decided to go your separate ways for the night to go eat dinner and get ready for bed, so you'd be well-rested for the next day.

The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon line, illuminating the summer evening as Matt walked you to your doorstep. "I had fun with you today," Matt told you, his eyes fixed on yours. "I did, too," you replied.

"Maybe tomorrow you could paint it with me. You know, unless you have other plans," Matt shrugged, trying to hide how disappointed he would be if you did. "You know, I'm sorry. I'm busy tomorrow. I'm helping the hot neighbor boy paint his room," you jokingly replied.

He chuckled at your response, and then he pulled you into a long hug. You smiled against his chest, savoring how it felt to hold him, and when you went to pull away, you glanced up at him lovingly.

The two of you felt that familiar magnetic pull, and he leaned down until his lips were gently locked onto yours. His kiss was soft and tender, like his personality, and you both felt that spark that you'd always heard people talk about but hadn't experienced up until this point.

He reached up and cradled your face, lightly running his thumb back and forth over your cheek. Your tongue gently swirled around against his, and for how inexperienced he was, he was an incredible kisser. He moaned against your lip before the two of you slowly pulled away.

You were both even more smitten than before. Matt blushed, and you let out a soft giggle. "I'll see you tomorrow," you whispered as you slipped into your front door.

Matt stayed put on your porch for a few minutes, buzzing from the intimate moment he'd just shared with you, and he slowly made his way back to his house, tucking his erection into his waistband that he got from kissing you.

Later that night, after eating a delicious dinner, taking a steamy shower, and brushing your teeth, you switched out your lamp and got into your warm bed. A few seconds after you climbed into your bed to finish off your day, Matt's light came on across the way.

You watched again as he stepped out of his bathroom in just a towel, running his fingers through his wet hair. He looked so hot. You held your breath as the fabric around his waist hit the floor.

You'd imagined Matt naked at least a dozen times since you'd met him, and you were finally seeing it in person. And although you weren't getting a close-up view, you could see his hard member standing at attention. And it was big.

You didn't believe in God, but you did thank whoever was out there listening as you watched Matt climb onto his bed, lay on top of his blanket, and begin to stroke himself.

You hoped he was thinking about you, and he was. He was replaying the moment you two had kissed.

You continued peering in through his window, admiring the way he tenderly ran his thumb over the tip, causing him to throw his head back. He kept his movements slow and drawn out at first, teasing himself.

You couldn't hear the sounds he was making, but you couldn't stop imagining his needy little whimpers. You intently focused on the way he fisted his gorgeous cock, guiding his hand up and down his shaft and his strokes becoming faster, rougher, and more urgent.

You spied on him for several minutes, unable to shift your gaze away from the glorious sight of the cute neighbor boy all alone in his room, tugging on his dick. Your pussy began throbbing and drooling without you even touching it as you kept your eyes locked on Matt and what he was doing to himself.

He started to squirm around beneath his own touch, bucking his hips up, and you watched in awe as several spurts of cum shot out of his tip and painted his stomach and chest.

His hand that was gliding up and down his length slowed to a stop, and he took the towel he'd just used after his shower to wipe himself off. Even the way he cleaned up the mess he made was incredibly sexy.

He put on a pair of pajama pants once he was finished and knelt down by the foot of his bed to pray. The show he put on for you was so hot and naughty that you almost wondered if you should start praying for forgiveness.

Before you could follow that thought too deeply or do anything about the wetness that had pooled between your legs, you found yourself drifting off to sleep while more images of Matt flooded your mind.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

The next morning at about 5 a.m., you groggily rubbed your eyes and let out a yawn. You checked your phone for the time, and when you realized how early it was, you rolled over onto your other side and shut your eyes, hoping to be able to fall back asleep.

When all your efforts failed, you decided to go up to your treehouse, bringing a thin blanket with you for a morning marijuana and masturbation session - the two things that always helped you fall asleep.

You admired the way the sunrise lit up the view from your secret hideaway while you exhaled weed smoke, watching the way it danced and dissipated against the scenery before you. A tranquil state came over you, and you felt all light and airy after a few hits.

Being cautious not to burn yourself with the lit end of your joint, you shimmied out of your underwear and your pajama shorts and spread open your legs. You took your new suction vibrator, turned it on, and gasped as you lowered the buzzing toy onto your clit. It was unlike any vibrator you'd owned before, and it immediately had you moaning and shuddering at the sensation.

"Oh, Matt.." you softly whined over and over while you remembered the night before and the way you'd witnessed him make a mess all over himself. You took another puff from your joint. You were so enthralled by the stimulation and so lost in the way you were needily whining the neighbor boy's name, you didn't realize the man of your fantasies had followed you up to your treehouse and was watching you the same way you'd watched him.

He was already crawling in through the entrance before he realized he was intruding on an intimate moment you were having with yourself. He thought about clearing his throat or forcing out a cough to make his presence known, maybe even turning around and leaving before he could embarrass you, but he held his breath, and all he could do was stay put and admire how pretty and wet your pink pussy was.

It was the first time he'd ever seen anything like it in person, and he couldn't get enough. He grew incredibly hard as he studied the way your eyes were slammed shut and the needy and pleasured expression that overcame your face while you held your lit joint up to your parted lips. "Oh, Matt.." you whimpered again after exhaling the smoke, your legs beginning to quiver.

To Matt's horror, you opened your eyes, and while you were shocked that he was watching you, you didn't stop. "I-I'm so sorry. I woke up and looked out my window, and I saw you going to your treehouse. I thought you could use some company. I had no idea you were-" Matt started defending himself, but you cut him off.

"Shh. Please don't go. It feels so good to have you watching me," you whined with the vibrator still resting on your clit. "You're moaning my name an awful lot.." Matt murmured with his eyes fixated on the treasure between your thighs. You took another hit and slowly nodded at him.

"You like watching, don't you, naughty boy?" You managed to get out between your satisfied mewls. "I do, mommy," Matt whispered back, palming himself through the thin flannel fabric he had on. The way it sounded when Matt called you mommy sent waves of pleasure throughout your whole body. You couldn't take it anymore.

The way he peered down at your pussy with his puppy dog eyes, whimpering alongside you while you were playing with it was too good, and your whole body violently shook as you let out a few more needy moans.

"Holy shit," you and Matt both said in unison as your cum slowly leaked out of your pussy. "Did you just swear?" You asked wide-eyed and sneering at the innocent boy, turning off your toy. He threw his hand over his mouth, giving you a deer in the headlights look. "I-I didn't mean to," he stumbled over his words.

"Naughty, naughty boy," you seductively responded, putting out the joint and shaking your head. You noticed the wet spot on the front of Matt's flannel pajamas. "Did you finish just from watching me?" Your lips curled into a malicious grin. "I mean. I rubbed it a little through my pants, but yeah," Matt said in an embarrassed tone, looking down like he was ashamed.

"Come here, pretty boy," you gestured towards him. You pulled him close and pulled the thin blanket over the both of you. You guys looked into each other's eyes and shared another kiss, each of your lips touching and creating a circuit through which an electric feeling ran through your bodies.

You loved kissing Matt, and he loved kissing you. It was unlike any feeling either of you had felt before. You pulled him in even closer, and the two of you fell asleep in each other's arms in your treehouse as the sun came up.

A couple hours later, you woke up on the hard floor of your treehouse next to the cute neighbor boy who was softly snoring next to you. You didn't want to wake him because he was sleeping so soundly, but all it took was a subtle movement from you, and he began to stir.

"Morning," he softly groaned as he opened his eyes and stretched his arms out overhead. "I had fun with you earlier," you whispered to him, biting your lip. He smiled at you, his cheeks turning pink. "I did, too."

He couldn't get the image of you touching yourself out of his head. All he could think about was your pretty pink flower between your legs and the sound of his name escaping your soft lips.

Like he was most mornings when he first woke up, he was incredibly hard, and he subtly tucked his erection into his waistband, hoping you wouldn't notice, but you did.

"How about we both go change and get ready for the day? Then we can go get coffee? I'll buy," you asked Matt, gently running your fingers across his chest. "Yeah, sure," he whispered. The two of you went your separate ways for a bit, sharing another kiss before you did.

When you got back to your house, you showered, washed your face, and climbed into a pair of washed-out jean shorts and a baggy t-shirt that you wouldn't mind getting paint on. You grabbed a granola bar and an apple on your way out, skipping over to the neighbor boy's house.

Before you could even knock on his door, Matt was turning the knob and stepping out onto his porch. "Hey, long time no see," you told him, eyeing him up and down. He was wearing a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, and your opened your eyes wide when you realized you could see the faint outline of his cock through the cotton fabric.

"Whatcha lookin' at?" Matt asked, teasing you. "You wore these on purpose, didn't you? You little temptress," you responded, nibbling on your lip. "I don't know what you're talking about," Matt casually responded, playing dumb and smirking to himself.

"Why'd you wear something so revealing then, hmm?" You wondered. "Why are you looking, perv?" Matt chuckled, getting into his orange truck.

The two of you started off down the road towards the nearest coffee shop, and as Matt drove, a naughty idea crossed your mind. You peered over at him, running your fingers along the inside of his thigh as he blew through a stop sign due to you distracting him.

He subtly gasped as you grazed his cock that was beginning to harden. It was the first time he'd ever been touched by anyone but himself. "W-what if God's watching?" Matt nervously questioned. "Then God's a little freak," you whispered back, sneering at him.

"You can't say that about God," Matt gasped, peering over at you. "But I just did," you said, poking the inside of your teeth with your tongue. "Please.. do it again," he sweetly whined. "You like that?" You asked, gently squeezing it, eliciting a whimper from the cute boy beside you. He bit his lip and shook his head yes.

"You better keep your eyes on the road, baby," you whispered, gently caressing it with your nails through the grey cotton that was beginning to strain. Before you knew it, the reactions you were getting from Matt as you teased his sensitive dick were getting to you. You felt your panties become all wet and sticky as Matt softly moaned beside you, using all his strength to pay attention to the road.

He approached a red light and gripped the steering wheel for dear life before letting out a loud groan. "Naughty boy. Like when mommy plays with you?" You asked seductively, moving your hand back and forth faster. "Oh, yes, mommy," he cried out.

He couldn't stop what was about to happen next. It was the first time anyone besides himself had ever given him that incredible release, and he let out a desperate mewl as he coated the inside of his pant leg with his cum.

"Wow. That was fast," you teased him. He looked over at you breathlessly with his glazed over blue eyes. "I tried to hold back as much as I could. I'm sorry," Matt responded quietly in a shameful tone, looking down at the mess he'd made in his sweats. "I know you did, baby. You did so good for me," you whispered, cradling his face and looking at him sympathetically.

The light switched to green, and he continued driving, embarrassed by how quickly he'd finished. "Well, I guess we're going through the drive thru," Matt stated, still blushing at the obvious wet spot.

He ordered the two of you coffee from the driver's side, for you, a frozen caramel drink and for himself, a black coffee, and you paid for it like you said you would. Matt thanked you for the coffee as well as the over-the-pants handjob you'd given him, and the two you made your way back to Matt's to get started on painting his room.

When you arrived back, you and Matt slipped into his house and up the stairs without alerting his dad, for which Matt was extremely grateful, so he wouldn't have to come up with an excuse as to why there was a questionable damp spot on the front of his sweats.

"I have to change my underwear for the second time today because of you. So scram," Matt told you, gesturing for you leave the room while he changed. "Oh, relax. I've already seen it," you shrugged and rolled your eyes.

"What?" Matt asked, widening his gaze in your direction. "Oh. Um," you innocently smiled at him. "What do you mean by that?" He asked. "I have a confession to make," you mumbled. Matt stayed quiet, but he looked at you intently, waiting for your admission.

You glanced across the way at your bedroom window. "So, my room is right there, and I can kind of see everything you do from the comfort of my bed," you pointed at the spot you watched him from last night, smirking and recalling how good he looked while getting off.

"You've been spying on me?" Matt asked accusingly, narrowing his blue eyes at you. "Not spying! I just happened to look up, and you dropped your towel," you said defensively.

"Oh, no. Did you see anything else?" Matt nibbled on his lip and shot you a nervous expression. "I might have watched you jerk off," you snickered. "I can't believe you watched me!" Matt exclaimed, feeling violated.

"And you're telling me that this morning when you walked in on me in my treehouse that you wouldn't have watched me until I finished if I didn't know you could see me?" You raised an eyebrow at him and crossed your arms. "Ugh. Fine. I guess I get it," Matt voice became softer as he realized his hypocrisy.

"Plus, I thought it was really hot," you said in a lustful voice while your gaze was fixed on his pink lips. "I'm still changing in the bathroom," Matt smiled at you, grabbing a change of clothes and heading into the other room, loudly locking the door behind him.

When he came back out, he was in some old jeans that already had some paint on them. The two of you started opening up the cans and setting down plastic and newspapers to keep the paint off the floor. Matt knew he was going to love the color the second he dipped the brush in the dark green liquid and began stirring it around.

"Oh my god. It's gonna look so good!" You told Matt after you painted a stripe on the white wall. "I already love it. Especially because we're painting it together," he looked over at you and grinned. You continued coating the wall in the first layer of dark green while you and Matt talked.

"So, did you write in your diary about me last night?" You teased him. "Shut up," he scoffed at you. "That's no way to talk to a lady," you said, taking your brush and slapping paint onto his arm. He gasped and pulled back.

"Oh, there's nothing lady-like about you," Matt replied, taking his paint brush and touching your face with it. You looked at him in disbelief. "You're right. You're more of a lady than me," you said, sticking your hand in the paint and slapping Matt on the ass, leaving a dark green handprint on his back pocket.

The two of you started laughing until your cheeks hurt and your stomachs started aching. Matt pulled you into another kiss, and you smiled against his soft lips as the two of you explored the inside of each other's mouths, leaving one another with a warm, fuzzy feeling.

Before the two of you could get too carried away, Matt broke off the kiss, and you got back to painting until you'd covered every wall in an even coat of dark green. You guys looked at each other, proud of the work you'd done together.

"You know, I don't usually fall for people this easy, but I really like you," you admitted to Matt once the two of you had finished and were sitting on his plastic-covered floor. "I don't usually fall for weed-smoking peeping toms, but I like you, too," Matt teased you.

part three posted 💖

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strong opinions, stronger arms

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 stardew valley : alex x reader (vagina, fem!pronouns)

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 Perhaps Alex's reign as the town's resident neutral guy is over because he realizes that he has pretty strong opinions about three things: gridball, salmon dinner, and you.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 smut (minors dni), fluff, established relationship (marriage), porn what plot, ok maybe porn with some feelings and an iota of plot, reader is farmer, reader is shorter, vaginal fingering, making out, couch sex, cross-posted on ao3 | 4.0k words

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 despite having ideas for so many alex fics, I have never done his route! I really want to, though. he seems like a sweet guy who has a lot of room to grow...and I'm discovering how much I like athletes. hope you enjoy this! and reblog if you liked :)

One year, Alex was voted the least picky person in Pelican Town, though he wasn't sure if it mattered much when the only voters were Haley and Emily after a late night at the Saloon. Still, when Emily knocked on his door the next day and presented him with an embroidered ribbon, something she had whipped up in a few hours, he accepted it graciously and offered to hang it on his wall.

"Who was the competition?" he asked as he rummaged through the closet for a spare frame.

"Everyone, I guess," replied Emily, hands clasped behind her back as she took in the photos on the hallway walls. She hadn't been in George and Evelyn's house since she was a kid, back when she and her sister found themselves alone and unsure of how to take care of themselves.

Haley had been eliminated quickly. She admitted that she had a long list of dislikes and wasn't afraid of making her disgust known. On the opposite end of the spectrum was someone like Linus who didn't hate anything. The town's doctor had landed somewhere in the middle.

"Dr. Harvey has a clear sense of what he likes and dislikes," explained Emily, interrupting her words to give a satisfied clap when Alex found a perfect sized frame. They headed back to his room. "You're his opposite. You're so neutral about everything."

He gave a short laugh. "Sounds like Linus should've gotten the award."

"Yes, but I have work today and the mountains are far." She patted him on the shoulder once he mounted the frame. "Congratulations again, Alex!"

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Several seasons have passed since that day, but whenever Alex sees Emily's ribbon between his athletic awards, her words come back to him. You're so neutral about everything. He never thought about it like that, though he does consider himself an easygoing person. It's probably due to the fact that he doesn't have strong opinions, but when someone spend their entire childhood tiptoeing the line and trying to stay in people's good graces, that meekness is hard to undo.

It took years for Evelyn to coax him out of it, finally hitting the jackpot when she cooked a salmon dinner and watched his eyes light up at the first bite. Most inquiries of What do you think about this? got a halfhearted shrug, a small attempt at a smile, and a quick scan of the asker's expression—what should Alex think about it? Desperate to know the right answer, he always looked outwards, not in. It's not the greatest habit, but he tries—

"Hey, man, don't think too hard about it." Shane elbows him, knocking him out of his thoughts. "It was a dumb question. You want a drink?"

Over their shared box of pretzels, Shane offers Alex an unlabelled, uncorked bottle. Alex glances down at it, hesitant.

"Thanks, but sorry, I don't...I don't drink."

"It's just sparkling apple cider," Shane says with an even tone.

Belatedly, Alex remembers the changes that Shane's trying to make in life and mentally kicks himself for jumping to conclusions.

"Pierre was having a sale, and the kids love these. You don't like cider or something?"

"I'm okay with it." Neutral, he realizes again. He takes the bottle. "I mean, I like it. Thanks."

If someone told Alex a year ago that he'd be here—sitting in Cindersap Forest near midnight, making small talk with one of the town's resident grouches, dangling his legs off the pond's dock as he sipped from a giant bottle—he would have laughed in their face and asked if they took a gridball to the head. But it's happening, and Alex finds himself enjoying the company.

He savors the carbonated taste on his tongue and takes in a lungful of the crisp night air, thinking back to when he first came to the valley. Back then, he used to sneak out of his grandparents' house, unsettled by Evelyn's hovering and George's night-time snoring. He would hang out by Dusty's pen or on the nearby bridge, leaning as far as he could over the edge. Something about staring at his reflection, accompanied by the steady sound of crickets and cicadas, cleared his mind. It still does.

"Sorry," Shane says after a bit of silence. "It was an unfair question."

"It's cool, man."

"You two dated for a while, but you did just get married, so I guess I can't really ask if you're a tits or an ass kind of guy—"

Alex makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat, face flushing once again.

"—because you'll probably say something sappy, like I like everything about her. You seem like that kind of person."

"W-well, that's not really something people think about. Do you have an opinion?"

"Of course. I'm an ass guy," replies Shane without missing a beat. "Duh. Why do you think I almost went pro in gridball?"

"Wait, what?"

Shane takes another swig from his own bottle to empty it, clears his throat, and slaps his hands on his lap like he didn't just drop two bombshells on Alex's psyche. Then he makes a comment about how it's getting late. He needs to go to bed—there's always an early morning when you live on a ranch, after all—and Alex's girlfriend...no, wife is likely wondering where he is. By the time Alex scrambles to his feet, Shane is already back on land and waving. He pauses before calling out.

"Mullner! This was, uh, this was nice. Now that we're neighbors, maybe we can do this more often. You're not too bad."

"Yeah, of course," Alex replies, still dazed. "Get home safe."

"Yeah, you too."

With all the confidence of someone who's spent nearly a decade on this side of town, Shane walks away and disappears into the dark path, hands stuffed into the pockets of his navy hoodie, a plastic bag swinging from his wrist. Alex still doesn't know what to make of the guy, previously known to him as the bitter JojaMart employee who swears every time he passes George and Evelyn's house off-shift, but you're friends with the guy and any friend of yours can be a friend of Alex's, he supposes.

Alex slips on the glow ring you gave him and squints as the area around him suddenly illuminates.

The trek home doesn't take too long. During his morning jogs, he likes to do a lap around Cindersap Forest, both to get used to the area and to help you with foraging, and it's paid off: he no longer struggles to find the signpost that points between your farm and Marnie's ranch. The first time he got lost, he had to knock on Leah's door, cracking an awkward joke while she blinked the sleep out of her eyes. She walked him home in her pajamas. With a smile at the time, yes, but she did tell him to either carry a map or stop the night-time wanderings.

You must've gone to bed early. He slips off his sneakers at the door and gives your dog a good night ear scratch. Other than the porch light and the crackling fireplace, the house is dark, and he stumbles through his night routine before slipping under the covers with you. You stir once he loops an arm around your waist.

"Just me, babe," he murmurs. "Go back to sleep."

But you turn around to face him, nestling one hand under your cheek, the other on his chest. "How was hanging out with Shane?" you ask, voice sluggish.

"Good." He pauses. "Really good, actually. He gave me some advice about making the chickens more comfortable. Some tricks to keep hay through the winter, too. Oh! I heard he did sports before, but did you know he was a gridball player?"

You hum your confirmation. "Varsity starter and nearly got signed until, y'know, life happened."

Alex whistles lowly. "Wow. Do you think he'll want to try coaching some time?"

"Maybe. Things are looking up for him now, but he might want to focus on his family for the time being."

You cut yourself off with a yawn, and he smiles, leaning over to kiss your forehead.

"G'night," he whispers, squeezing you once. You only grunt, too tired to reply.

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As usual, you're already out of bed by the time Alex wakes up. Both of you are early birds, but you like to rise at the hellish hour of six, when the sun is just peeking over the horizon, while he gets up at the much more reasonable hour of seven. Seven-thirty, if he's feeling particularly worn out. This difference is better for him anyway—he'd rather you not find out about his morning issue and the embarrassing state he often finds himself in these days.

Groaning, he rolls over onto his stomach and wills his little friend to settle down because he hears you rummaging in the kitchen, probably waiting on him for breakfast. But bad idea—now his face is buried in your pillow, and your smell makes his stomach tighten.

This should be a good sign. It means that he's a healthy young man and madly in love with his wife—and who doesn't want that? But damn, if it isn't inconvenient. You’ve slept together before, of course. Plenty of times. He just doesn’t want you to worry about his high libido; you’re a busy person, and he’s perfectly capable of taking care of himself. He pushes off the bed and shuffles to the bathroom, clutching a towel and change of clothes over his problem.

"You can eat without me!" he calls down the stairs. "I'm going to take a shower."

In the bathroom that's filled with more of your scent—another bright idea. He yanks the temperature handle all the way to the right, and the water that spurts from the shower head is absolutely glacial, leaving his teeth chattering and his body shivering, but at least the flush beneath his skin is gone. He can think straight again.

When he steps out of the shower and roughly dries himself, refreshed, there's a knock at the door.

"Your food's on the table," you tell him. "I'm going to change and head out to pick salmonberries. Totally forgot that they're in season, so I already missed a day."

"Do you want me to come help?"

"Mhm, it's alright. Sandy asked for a fire crystal, so I might spend the day in the desert and get more iridium ore. I also saw your schedule on the fridge; today's arm day for you." There's a smile in your voice as you remind him, "That's your favorite."

You disappear into the bedroom to change, and he enters the kitchen to find a partially complete breakfast waiting for him: a stack of fresh pancakes, two fried eggs, a tall glass of milk. In the toaster oven, two hashbrowns are crisping. It's all perfect for a day of working out, and as he sits down to wait for the hashbrowns, Alex thinks not for the first time how he has the best partner in the entire valley.

Just as the toaster oven dings, he hears you skipping down the stairs, humming a catchy tune from the Saloon's new jukebox. When you round the corner of the living room, a wide wicker basket swinging from your elbow, he sees what you're wearing and chokes on air. He reaches for the milk to clear it. He can't lift his slackened jaw, and you're blissfully unaware.

And when you bend down to re-tie your sneakers? Game over.

"Fuck, your ass looks great," slips out before he can stop it.

You pause, then straighten. "You think so?" you ask, doing a little spin in the front hall.

You think it's a regular compliment. He's struggling to breathe with how fast he popped a boner. You look down at your outfit, clearly not seeing what he's seeing. Or rather, not seeing things the way he's seeing them.

"The leggings are from Em! She’s testing a new design, and I'm helping with feedback." You twist in front of the hallway mirror, admiring your legs. "I love the feel of them."

He's loving a lot more than the supposed feel of them.

Note to self, Alex thinks, faintly registering the scrape of his chair against kitchen tiles as he rushes to his feet, thank Emily later. He crosses the distance in quick, long strides and sidles up to you in the mirror, hands landing on your hips. If he were to look at his reflection over your shoulder, he'd see the gentleness of his gaze and how a soft smile grows on your face in return, but at the moment, he's having a hard time focusing on something other than the curves of your body.

"Well, you’ve answered a question for me this morning."

"Oh? What question?"

"Last night, Shane asked me if I'm a tits or an ass kind of guy," he says, not missing your sharp intake of realization. "I can tell him that I have my answer now."

Instead of getting shy as you might have a year ago, you grin, plant your ass on his straining cock, and grind slow circles that have him grasping at fraying self-control. He's flushed down to his chest, and yeah, he definitely has the best partner in the valley. His fingers dig into your skin, stilling you.

"So are you going to kiss me yet," you ask, raising your eyebrows, "or do I have to earn it?"

Cheeky. But he loves you all the more for it. He dips his head down to yours, and despite the blood pounding in his ears, his kiss is soft. Slow. Still riding the high of newlywed bliss, he likes to savor the sensation of cherishing you, likes to remind you of his vows through his touch.

But then you open your mouth, tongue prodding at the seam of his lips, and he groans, tilting to let you in. He turns you in his arms to press you up against the front door, careful to avoid the handle. You drag your hands along his arms and up his chest before twisting your fingers into his hair, tugging exactly how he likes it. His own hands wander down, kneading your ass, and when he pinches it, your surprised yelp morphs into a moan as he wedges a thigh between yours.

“You drive me insane,” he murmurs, pulling back to catch his breath. You look fantastic like this: pupils blown wide, lips swollen, gaze thoroughly captivated by him. He can’t help teasing, “I thought you were planning to pick salmonberries.”

“I already missed one day,” you reply, raising your chin. “What’s one more?”

He laughs—because even with his addled brain, he can’t get over how cute you are. Your playful expression will melt away soon enough, though.

Your top comes off with his help, falling to the floor alongside his own shirt, and though he normally likes taking his time working you up, he trails his knuckles up your spine and unclasps your bra right after, the motion smooth. It hangs loose off your chest, simply a suggestion of modesty.

The leggings are harder to remove. That’s already a point off in his books. He crouches to peel them from your legs with patience—a frustrating amount of patience, judging by your displeased huffs—but he appeases you by kissing down your exposed thighs and burying his face between them once the leggings are kicked away.

You let out a flutter of a sigh when he leaves a lingering kiss against the waistband of your underwear.

“You really are so beautiful,” he says, resting his cheek against your skin. He looks up at you through his lashes. Puppy dog eyes, you once called them. The most convincing in the valley. He doesn’t fight when you pull him back up, voice reverent as he repeats, “So, so beautiful.”

“Alex—”

“I’m serious.”

He takes your hand and flattens your palm over his heart so you can feel how fast it’s beating, threatening to burst out of his ribs. “You make me the luckiest person in the world.”

He watches as your gaze softens with adoration, certain that his did the same. This is the kind of love he’s been waiting his whole life for: unconditional, passionate, fulfilling. You give a small hum of contentment before kissing his sternum, and he almost feels sorry for how hard he’s about to take you.

But first.

His knuckles ghost across your chest. Only the lightest touch, and they’re already pebbling, waiting for more. His nose traces down the side of your face, along the column of your neck, and stops at your shoulder where he inhales your familiar scent. His kisses are light, fleeting, as he relishes the whimpers of his name on your lips. One hand rolls your nipples between his fingers with the occasional tug, and the other rubs circles into the small of your back, urging your hips into his. He makes sure that you feel the way his cock strains against his sweatpants. Then he subtly rolls his hips, and you can’t help the shudder that runs down your spine.

“Ah, damn,” you breathe out next to his ear, then angle your head for a messy, open-mouthed kiss.

Damn, indeed.

You clasp your hands around his neck, keeping him to you, and honestly, if Alex had to pass out from lack of oxygen, this wasn’t a bad way to go.

He moves his hand from your back to your front, sliding past the waistband of your underwear. He gathers your arousal on his finger and, without warning, sinks it into your core. Your body gives in easily, but your hips still buck at the feeling.

“Fuck, fuck.” You throw your head back, bumping it against the front door.

“I will in a second,” he promises, smiling. “Be patient.”

You’ve never been very good at that. He helps you turn around, and once you brace your forearms on the entryway cabinet, he sets out in earnest, pumping his finger in and out with ease.

“One more,” you grit out, laying your forehead on crossed arms.

He doesn’t say anything, just bites back a moan as he adds another finger and watches as your cunt takes him to the knuckle. He wishes he could see the expression on your face as you grind down on his hand, setting your own stuttering pace. He loops an arm around your waist and catches you when he suddenly adds a third finger between your folds, your knees buckling with a cry.

“You’re taking them so well,” Alex reassures you.

Once you find your footing again, he flattens his palm on your sternum and pushes you against his chest. Your shuddering breaths hitch at the change in angle; his fingers are on the thicker side, and you feel every inch of the stretch.

“You used to be so tight, crying about how big I am, but look at you now,” he murmurs, tracing the shell of your ear with his tongue. “Asking for two fingers and already taking a third. You can’t be satisfied with just this, right?”

“N-no, ahh, still want you to fill me up—”

“I thought so. This isn’t enough for you. You like to be dicked down so good you can’t remember your name, hmm?” he coos. “You’re lucky you live far from town. Doing this by the front door—what if someone hears you?”

You clench at the suggestion, and he files that reaction away for later because your hands clamp down on his wrist.

“I’m s’close, please, Alex, please—”

“Since you asked so nicely,” he hums. Kissing down the column of your throat, he pistons his fingers until he feels the telltale signs of your building orgasm, the convulsing of your walls, and when you release with a gasp, he slows, letting you ride it out until you melt away from his hold. Even though his cock is painfully hard and straining against his sweats, he still sweeps your hair from your face, asking, “Do you want to take a minute? I can get you some water.”

“It’s okay.”

Smiling, you take his hand and raise it to your mouth. You start with kitten licks before you fully suck on his fingers, eyes fluttering up to meet his darkened gaze, and when he kisses you after, tasting you on your own tongue has him counting his lucky stars again.

With a grunt, he grips the back of your thighs and lifts you, nudging your legs around his waist. You scramble for purchase on his shoulders, nails digging into flexed muscles.

“Is this what you had in mind for arm day?” you laugh as he walks over to the couch.

“No, but this is better.”

He bends you over the side of the couch, offering a throw pillow that you hug to your chest with an amused expression. You glance back at him, impishly wiggling your ass as if your position wasn't enough of an invitation.

"What a temptress," he mutters.

He kneads your bottom with one hand, giving it a quick pinch that has you giggling into the cushions, before easing his cock out of his sweatpants. The fabric does nothing to hide the shape of his erection—he's caught you looking meaningfully at it more than once whenever he wears them—but they've never felt as erotic as now.

If he had the patience, he'd tease you with it. Slap his shaft against your wet folds, drag his length along your arousal, rub the tip against your exposed clit. But he has all the time in the world because you're married now. He can do all of that another day.

He slides his head along your opening before pushing in inch by inch, moaning unabashedly as he splits you in half. You bury your face into the pillow, whimpering. It's always a bit of a tight fit, even when he makes sure to prep you.

"Let me know when I can move," he manages. You trail your foot up his leg, and that's enough for him to start pounding into you.

It's mesmerizing to see how your ass bounces against his hips. He can't believe he didn't do this sooner. Gripping at your waist, he sets the pace, driving into you until you're panting, muffling your sounds with the couch. It doesn't take long for him to make you snap again.

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You don’t remember how many orgasms he’s coaxed from your body at this point. Once by the door, at least twice on the couch, a few more in bed—you remember slipping in and out of a sleepy haze at the tail end of it. You pull the blanket up to your chin with a content giggle.

In the other room, you hear the shower run.

(“You should get cleaned up,” Alex insisted, rubbing your ankles. “I’ll help you bathe.”

“I have a feeling that if I go with you into that bathroom, I’ll need another shower once you’re done with me.”

He shot you a lopsided grin. “Fair. I’ll clean up first and then run a bath for you?” He glanced out the window. “The sprinklers and automatic feeders should’ve taken care of the farm today, but I’ll check just in case.”

“Mhm.”

“And I’ll make...er, lunch. Take a nap if you want to.” He kissed the top of your head. He'd already wiped you down with a warm cloth. “I’ll be back.”)

Leaning over to the phone on your bedside, you quickly dial your partner-in-crime. The phone rings twice before her familiar sing-song Hello? come through. You don’t even need to waste time on formalities.

“I owe you big time,” you say, already making mental plans to mine a complete gem set. You always knew that Alex was holding back, but even with your subtle hints, he was too much a gentleman to really take you.

Until today.

“You were right, Em—getting Shane to help was the right move.”

[finelinepie]

"On The Field"

PART TWO:

Footballrry / Reader

Plot: Dating the football star is not what you pictured happening your sophomore year of college, but it's happening, and you have to keep calm...how does one keep calm when he looks like...that?

Word count: 3.51K

Warnings: a swift kick in the ass. JK, just a punch or two.

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3 MONTHS AGO

“I cannot believe we are even having this discussion right now. You promised you would be there.” Isla whined at me.

“Isla, I am still going. I am just going to be late.” I tried to reason with her. 

“Y/N, I can’t go out there without you?!” She yelled, throwing herself on her dorm bed, I rolled my eyes sitting on my bed across the room.

“Isla, you won’t be on the field for the first 20 minutes anyways, I am going to be there for you. I just need to turn in these essays to my professor so I can get this class over with, and since she has meetings tonight in the class room with other students, she is allowing me to drop them off. Also, it is dead ass across the street, please stop being dramatic.” I chuckle, watching my best friend throw her arms down on the bed. 

“Okay, the dramatics are done. But I am letting you know that if I embarrass myself in those 20 minutes that my good luck charm isn’t there, that’s on you, Y/N!” She sighed loudly.

“I will take the fall, you have my word. I love you, I’ll see you soon.” I promised and grabbed my bag before racing out. Hurrying down the two sets of stairs and out the door, I make my way across the street to the vehicle that puts a smile on my face everytime I see it. 

My 1967 Chevy Camaro. My parents were tuners growing up. They met at an illegal street race back when they were both 18, the grand prize? A dark teal 1967 Chevy Camaro Z28, but not just any ‘67 Chevy. MY ‘67 Chevy. They tied that race and agreed to split the time between them and the car.. That is not how races go, but my parents wouldn’t take no for an answer and the rest was history for them. She is a thing of beauty. With the bold, blacked out grille that has a Z28 badge in the middle, she stands alone in a crowd so beautiful as the white pin stripes make her stand out wherever she goes. She has 15-inch Rally wheels, which are iconic to the Z28, wrapped in Goodyear Wide Tread GT tires. She is perfect and I wouldn’t trade her for anything. 

Hopping into the driver seat I push the key into the ignition and listen to my girl come to life. The smooth revving of her engine fills my ears as I pull out of the parking spot I am in. I slowly released the accelerator as I came up to a stop sign, I texted my professor on the group forum that we have that I was on my way and quickly set my phone down. Looking both ways before driving, I pressed on the gas to get to campus. 

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Pulling into a parking spot, I swiftly turn my car off before grabbing my bag from the backseat, hauling ass inside the building my professor's room is in. I have time. I shouldn’t be rushing, but Isla’s dramatic ass has me worried she’ll purposefully fall just to spite me. She is dramatic AND petty like that. The hallway is quiet and nearly empty as I walk towards her Office. I gently knock on her door, not wanting to interrupt the study session she is currently in. “Come in!” I hear her soft voice speak up. Opening the door, I see the students all sitting in their usual lecture hall spots as she has a powerpoint pulled up on the board. I walked down the steps at a leisurely pace and smiled at her as I made eye contact.

“OH! Y/N! Welcome in, do you have the essays for me?” Mrs. Portello asked with a smile.

“Yes, thank you again for allowing me to barge in here and hand them in. I also want to say thank you for allowing me time on that last essay.You are the best, seriously.” I smiled back while handing her my folder with both essays inside.

“Oh nonsense! Things happen, no need to dwell on it. I am glad you were able to go home for the week and be with your family. I will read these over tonight and your last official grade will be posted tomorrow before noon.” She patted my shoulder before setting my folder on her keyboard. Front and center so she doesn’t forget. “Now, Go enjoy the game, and tell Isla I am rooting for her.” She winked. I laughed loudly before nodding. She must have told the professor something dramatic.

Zipping up my bag I walk up the step towards the door. Opening the door as quietly as I can I am just as gentle closing it, careful to not disturb the students and Professor Portello once more. Making my way out of the building across to the parking lot, I climb into my Camero. Glancing at my phone, I see I have a text from Isla.

Isla ☼ : Hurry up, we have 10 minutes until Kick off!

Y/N: On my way, see you soon drama queen.

I fire up the engine again, listening in pure bliss over the purr she gives me and as the sound fills the air, I am making my way to the stadium.

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Pulling into the stadium parking lot, I can already see the lights of the field glowling brightly against the night sky. I find a spot before making my way inside, showing them my photographer badge, I make my way in front of the bleachers next to the cheerleaders. Isla is front and center, giving her team guidance and confidence boosts like she does every game.

The excitement of the game, seeing everything come together for both the cheerleaders, and the footballers and also the prospect of seeing all the students and fans fill the stands lifting my spirits, making me quickly forget about the essays I handed in to Portello that decide my fate.

Isla spots me immediately and waves at me and motions me towards her.

“You made it!” She exclaims, throwing her arms around me.

“Ofcourse I did. I told you it would be quick. Now get out there and show them what you got.” I winked and swatted her leg. She squealed out a giggle and hopped over to her team and then quickly made her way out to the track to cheer for our college.

“You are the best, Y/N!” She yelled to me, but quickly let the smile leave her lips as she got ready to count the girls in. I watch as she stands with the rest of the cheer squad, feeling a sense a pride and anticipation. Grabbing my camera out of the camera back, I am quick to capture her stance, before moving to the left and then the right to capture the other girls in their ready stances.

Isla puts her poms together over her head before shouting loud to the crowd,

“R-O-W-D-I-E, that’s the way we get rowdie, ROWDIE. let’s get rowdie.” and claps three times. This time her teams joins in before they yell for the Badgers. “LET’S GO BADGERS!”

The crowd does as they say and starts stomping lowdly, smiling at the enthusiasm, I lift my camera one more time and capture the crowd in their moment of pure choas.

Co cheer captain Danielle waves her palms before starting the wisconsin cheer.

“U, RA RA, U RA RA.” She shouts and the stadium is quick to shout back. “WIIIISCONSIN.”

Isla is next, “U, RA RA, U RA RA.” And ofcourse we all follow suit. “WISCONSIN.” Everyone joins in for the 3rd and 4th round and says it quickly.

“Alright Wisconsin!” The announcers voice comes. “Let’s give it up to the team that brings us to victory everytime, the WIIIISCONSINN BAAADGERRRRS.” He exclaims, and I am quick to capture the crowd before swiftly turning around and getting the star player smasking through the paper banner.

Harry Styles. Star player, golden boy, most beloved, and smart as a wip. He closes his fists together pumping them outward and roars for the crowd as he runs to the center of the field. *click* What a man.

He puts his arms in the air and screams. “Let’s fucking go!” *click* With his arms still up he makes eye contact with me before forming the goal post with his arms, eyes squeezing closed with his tongue sticking out. *click* What that tongue do. wtf is wrong with me.

With a wink to my lense, and a finally *click* I am quick to pan to over to where the once put together banner was and got flicker shots of the rest of the team coming out. The chilly-ness in the air tonight making it look cool as you can see their breath as they shout and run out towards their captain on the field.

“Tonight, we play Idiana University, The Purdue Boilmakers!” The annoucer says, and that moment the opposing team, Purdue is quick to make their exit under the tunnel and the loud crowd on the opposite side of the field is shouting for them as well.

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WISCONSIN: 22 VS PURDUE: 13

Looking up at the scores never gets old, even almost two years in I get excited to see our team kick the opposing teams ass and it is a rush everytime. Hearing the cheers of the squad and the crowds, I am quick to continue flicker shots of my camera.

With time counting down, We are all in suspense as the Center, Ryder, snaps the ball to Harry, who immediately drops back to pass. The offensive line holds their blocks well, creating a solid pocket.

Harry has three choices for this pass, the wide reciever, the slot reciever, or the outside reciever. After seeing his options, he notices the linebackers biting on the drag, and the cornerback on the outside reciever giving him a bit of cushion. Harry reads the defense with precision, he delivers a high pass over the line backers and just ahead of the safeties.

Our teams tight end makes and athletic leap, catching the ball at its highest point, securing it with both hands. He lands in the endzone, securing the touchdown. The crowd erupts as the Badgers take the lead.

Harry shakes his tight ends shoulders with pride before getting bumped by Purdue’s captain, the surprise attack coming out of nowhere has harry knocking into his team mate. The visible anger is enough for the other Badgers to step in to help hold harry back.

“What the hell dude?” Harry’s deep voice snaps at the captain.

“Oh, my apologies, I didnt know my opposing captain was such a pussy.” The footballer snickered. I rolled my eyes. What a comeback dude.

“Harry!” The Badgers coach shouted across the field. “He ain’t worth it son.” He shouted once more. Harry’s team grabs him by the shoulders and pulls him toward their bench.

“I might not be worth it, but you know who is?” He patronizes. “Your cheer team. They look like a fun time.” He digs deep.

Our football team shake their heads in unison, still walking away without confronting the situation any longer. The announcer noticed the tention on the field before saying you cut it with a knife. I picked my camera up and pressed the capture button. Proud of our boys for taking the high road, documenting the moment, the click was like a pin dropping.

“Or maybe your little photographer. She looks like fun.” He chuckled. Um, ew?

“In your dreams, dude.” I scoffed, but my luck has never been the best, because what I thought was under my breath actually wasn’t.

“What the fuck did you just say?” He snapped. Choosing to ignore him, I am staring down at my camera, looking at him through the screen that is angled up at me. I pretend to click the non touch screen, trying not to add to the attention I have created for myself. He has angled his body my way before making his way towards me. Having the inkling to press record, I do, and my god this next part is cinema. “That’s what I thought, stupid bit-” He is cut off by a flying fist hitting him square in the jaw. Moving my camera quickly you can see Harry’s arm before he is on top of the rival captain and punching him once more in the jaw before getting up. Please god tell me I got that all on camera. Looking down and playing back the video, I see I did infact get it and cannot wait to show Harry later.

“Don’t EVER talk about a lady like that.” Harry barked. Officially walking away, and straight to the coach to get repremanded. My legs are metaphorically spread.

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WISCONSIN: 37 VS PURDUE: 17

The crowd roared to life as the final touchdown was played. The Wisconsin Badgers beat the Purdue Boilmakers for the second time this season and with how halftime went, no one on our side is complaining. Infact, they are cheering and chanting the only four words that matter whenever we win a game.

“EAT SHIT. FUCK YOU.” Over and over until the last fan of the rival team is off benches and off our field. I have just captured the last photo of the night and while I am putting my camera down to hang around my neck I am looking every which way for my trusty hero.

I won’t pretend that Harry and I are friends, because that is not the case. He is nice and stands apart from the typical college guys who are either rude or just looking for a hookup. Harry parties hard, but he’s also incredibly smart and priorities his grades and football over being the campus’ biggest jerk. It’s this balance that make him Intriguing.

Our paths crossed often enough- shared classes, mutual friends, the occasional study group- but we’ve never had a deep conversation. Still, there’s a mutual respect there. He is the kind of guy who will hold the door open for you, offer a polite nod in the hallway, and never push boundaries.

So when Isla dragged me to yet another party at the frat house where Harry lives, I didn’t mind as much. The house was loud and choatic, filled with music and mingling voices. Isla was immediately swallowed by the crowd and I found a nice quiet corner to people watch and sip on my jack and coke.

As the night went on, I noticed Harry moving around the crowd, talking to everyone, yet never staying in one place for too long. He had this effortless way of making people feel at ease, and it was clear why he was well-liked. When our eyes met, he gave me a small knowing smile and raised his cup in acknowledgement.

I smiled back, feeling a strange mix of comfort and curiosity. It was clear that Harry had layers, and while I wasn’t looking to peel them back, it was nice to know that not everyone at this college fit into the same mold. Maybe, just maybe, there was more to him than meets the eye. And maybe, just maybe, i’d find out some day.

But until then, Let’s find him so we can watch this video in slow motion and watch the football captain of Purdue get his shit rocked.

“Hey, Y/N!” I hear my name get called. Turning around I see Isla walking over with the one I was looking for. He has an iceback on his fist and he is looking straight at me. I smile at them both and wave.

“Isla!” I screamed, “I got that whole thing on video and I need you both to watch it ASAP.” I giggled. Isla squeeled and agreed while Harry groaned.

“I can’t believe I let my anger get the best of me.” He sighed loudly.

“But it made for great cinema Harry.” I winked. Pulling my camera up I went to the video and played it. “I’ll send you a copy. BAM. Bitch went down.” I rewind and played it one more time in slow motion.

“You did not just quote Tatum from Scream because I punched someone?” Harry laughed loudly.

“OFCOURSE I qouted the second queen of scream. Thank you for doing that by the way, it means alot.” I smiled. He shook his head and waved me off. Lowering my camera, I looked down to the screen. I felt Isla put her arm around my shoulder.

“Well, I am off. I really do want a copy of that. Our own personal superhero, I want a keepsake.” Isla giggled when Harry rolled his eyes and shook his head.

When Isla walked away Harry kept his gaze on her, not once looking down, still focused on her head. When she turned left at the field gate to walk to the parking lot, Harry looked down at his cleats before inhaling a deep breath

“So, you’re a Scream fan, huh?” I can just hear the smirk in his voice, and when I looked up I was right, tucking some hair behind my ear I nodded. Stop smirking at me, I’m feeling things.

“It is a guilty pleasure for sure.” I blushed. Keeping my eyes locked on his I could see a glint of adoration in his eyes, why? I couldn’t tell you. I felt the shyness creeping up and I quickly dropped my head to look at my camera.

I heard is quiet laughter and then soon after felt his knuckle under my chin. Making eye contact once more, He smiles softly at me. “Maybe we could watch them together.” He whispered.

My eyes widen, “Like a date?” I whispered back. abort abort abort abort.

“Woah woah woah, take me out to dinner first.” He pulled away and smirked, resulting in me slapping him lightly on the arm and giggling causing him to howl out a cackle.

“I would love to have a scream marathon with you, Harry.” I smiled up at him.

After a few minutes of just staring at eachother, we quietly exchanged phone numbers and headed our seperate ways for the night. This is fine. I’m fine.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

Taglist: @namoreno

[wizardfrog69]

can you do Nikolai and fyodor separately with a reader who’s fluent in their mother language? and reader didn’t tell them just so they could mess with them? thanks!

Thanks for the request!

I'm gonna do Ukrainian for Nikolai since he is Ukrainian although it is possible that he spoke Russian but idc.

Also I don't know Russian or Ukrainian so I'm sorry for any mistakes, I will put the translation in there so dw! :)

'•.¸♡Mother tongue♡¸.•'

Gn!reader

Fluff

Masterlist

Enjoy!

Feat. Nikolai, Fyodor

Nikolai

Nikolai often talked or sung to himself in Ukrainian thinking you never understood him.

He might tell you random words in Ukrainian and ask you to guess what they mean or just to piss you off.

He was always filled by your sarcastic answers and replies.

When he found out you could also talk Ukrainian he would talk to you in Ukrainian more often and might switch from the languages from time to time.

(I'm gonna use Google translate, sorry. Also idk if Ukrainian uses male/female version of words as frequently as it is in Polish (I'm translating from Polish to Ukrainian) so I'm gonna use the female one because... I actually don't know)

'dobryy vechir, kokhana, yak proyshov tviy denʹ' (good evening my love, how was your day?) Nikolai asked in his usual enthusiastic voice. 'vysnazhlyvo, vony daly meni tak bahato roboty.' (exhausting, they gave me so much work) you replied exasperated.

Nikolai's smile turning into a shock before morphing into a smirk. 'You never told me you could speak ukrayinsʹka!' Nikolai shouted playfully. 'You never asked.' You replied simply struggling to repress the smile you're hiding.

Fyodor

You fucking know Fyodor would find out one way or another but let's pretend he doesn't know, just for now atleast.

Fyodor didn't speak Russian as he had no use for it in Japan, he did forget some words here and there as everyone does but he just replaced it with a synonym and didn't bother with thinking of the word.

He does write in Russian whenever he writes, be it on his computers or into a note book.

(Just read what I said at the beginning of the Nikolai scenario but replace Ukrainian with Russian)

You heard the door open and in came Fyodor, he had just gotten back from a long day of working and what better way to cheer him up than to make him some borscht!

Fyodor's mind was too tired to think in a different language so he subconsciously started to talk to you in Russian. 'vkusno pakhnet, moy myshonok.' (smells delicious, my little mouse). Fyodor yawned as his arms entangled themselves around your waist as he placed his head on you shoulder. 'Spasibo.' (Thank you) you thanked.

Your reply was different somehow, when Fyodor realised what you had said his head perked up and he only looked at you silently. 'You never told me you knew Russian.' He whispered in your ear. 'It never really came up, and technically you never told me either.' You replied.

Fyodor only shrugged and placed his head back where it was wanting to fall asleep there and then.

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

Idk if you can tell but I'm a bit tired.

Have a wonderful day/night

-Az

[eletricheart]

Hii i wanted to ask if you could do Donna Beneviento with a fem! s/o whos like Alastor from Hazbin Hotel? You dont have to do this request if you dont want to, no pressure!

Me and the Devil

(Donna Beneviento x fem!reader)

*pic from pinterest

Word count: 757

So, I've never seen this show so this was a bit hard to write, sorry for the short lenght. I hope it's good, i tried to make some research on the character but wiki only goes so far😭

ps: sorry for the long wait too😔✌

ps2: its fluff btw, i promise

ps3: not proofread pls lmk any mistakes

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Donna met…well…noticed your presence at her workshop every week when she worked with human subjects. The dollmaker was afraid at first but chose to remain calm, silently working and observing your moves. It went on for months, making Donna even used to your hidden company.

You met her after three months of stalking, finally deciding to ask the purpose of her actions, which she didn't answer. So you kept returning, week after week, slowly getting closer and asking more questions.

Angie met you once she noticed the dollmaker taking longer to leave the workshop. The doll was distrustful at first but soon enough you won her over by playing with her shadow. You regretted that decision after her chasing you around demanding you played with her.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

You found yourself following the directions of a doll into the village.

Earlier on the day Donna had expressed her wish for new tolls to which you responded by saying why she didn't buy it before it ended, to which started an argument on responsibility.

Now, you pride yourself in being the strongest being alive and dead, taking orders from no one. Therefore, your current predicament was completely your choice.

You had easily found the man named Duke, his carriage surrounded by commoners who quickly made way once seeing Angie. You didn't like the people around you, in fact was close enough to hating them.

You were watching Angie speaking to the Duke when a villager touched your shoulder. You weren't impulsive, of course not, he just dropped dead, on his own.

With the noise of the body falling followed by the townsfolk screaming and running off. Angie turned to look at your smiling face. “What the hell did you?!”

You smiled looking from the body to the doll. “Well…I sucked the soul out of his body, obviously. Touching someone without their consent is very impolite.”

After this occurrence the doll loved going out with you, getting more excited every time you killed someone, by accident of course.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

Rainy day

You were sitting on Donna’s couch fixing the radio while the dollmaker knitted on a nearby armchair.

Donna turned to stare at you shaking the radio. “Why don't you sing yourself? It’ll sound the same.”

You looked up with furrowed eyebrows, blinking slowly while staring back at her. “No. Unless you’d give me something in return.” You said, turning your confused face into a smile.

Donna rolled her eyes behind her veil. “No.”

You shrugged and returned to your task, successfully fixing the radio.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

Angie’s birthday

After questioning Donna on how a doll has a birthday, you fell into an easy silence while baking a cake and some sweets for the dolls.

The dollmaker noticed your apparent skills, slowly trusting you more with her kitchen. “I didn't think demons had baking lessons in hell.”

You turned to her with a sly smile. “Making jokes, huh. Well, I didn't learn it in hell.”

Donna smiled and threw some flour at you. “How did you learn it then?”

You chuckled, cleaning your face from the attack. “My mother taught me, you would've liked her.”

The Lady nodded. “I’m sure I would've.”

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

Something new

You were standing in front of her workshop, holding a pot with a single flower in your hands. You stayed still for a few minutes before having the courage to knock.

It didn't take long for you to hear the ‘come in’ and make your way around the hanging wood pieces.

You stood in front of her, holding the flower to her face. “I made it.”

Donna stared back and forth between your face and the floor before speaking. “I don't recognize it.”

You scuffed. “Because I made it, it’s mine.”

The dollmaker gently took the pot from your hands, holding it dearly. “You made me a flower.”

You tilted your head at her. “Yes, I’ve said it twice.”

Donna nodded. “Wait outside, please.”

And so you did, walking around in circles in the hall waiting for her to open the door again. You weren't nervous, you didn't have a reason to be since not fully understood why you felt the need to make her a flower. You were bored, and so you walked.

The dollmaker opened the door after an hour, holding a wooden flower. “I could've made you a normal flower too, but you’ve already seen all of the ones I can do. So…here’s something new.”

You carefully took the flower from her hands and smiled sincerely. “It’s mine now.”

Donna laughed. “It’s yours.”

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requests are open: masterlist

[thetreeandthereaper]

"rant to me, i like the sound, i like your voice, i like your mouth."

[pt: "rant to me, i like the sound, i like your voice, i like your mouth."]

hiya. im plague, roulette, nikolai, crow, whatever ya wanna call me. this is my selfship sideblog for terry from the dragon prince!! i am a MINOR. im homoflexible and cupiosexual!!

my main blog is @russ14n-r0ul3tt3 and my system sideblog is @huddle-of-sinners

uhhh idfk. i love my bf <3

my main aesthetics are starflesh and midwestern gothic so expect a lot of dark/creepy foresty animals n shit

TAGS I USE!!!

˚☽˚｡⋆ ~ moss on the bark - anything that has to do with terry

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ ~ rolling the corpses over - reblogs

₊˚✩彡 ~ screams for a love long gone - vents

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ ~ all the woodland creatures - misc.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ~ whispers of the trees - answering asks

userboxes below the cut!! if you made one and want credit PLEASE tell me

[fairy-verse]

Are there certain ships you’d prefer we didn’t bring up for this story? Or is any pairing fair game for speculating about?

No judgment will be passed here. You may ask for any ship you’d like, though I might not always have a long answer for it; depending on whether I personally ship it or not.

Fairyverse is a place of folklore, whimsical tales, heart-breaking love stories, mighty and terrible legends, gruesome myths… but most important of all; fairies who don’t live by the rules of the Big Folk. Here, they have a lot of warmth and love to share, and I embrace every headcanon and speculation you all can come up with.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊✧*。𓆏𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

[nightyslibrary]

Pizza Means Family

Another separated au, where Mikey is the only turtle Splinter saves. While he finds April accidentally and wastes no time to call her his sister, his siblings are raised by two of the famous bad guys. This get out of control when six of them end up at the same place, and each sibling has to decide what to do with what they learn. aka where you belong au because I'm either too good with titles or too bad haha

🐢 Click here to read on AO3 | 1,693 words | for WYB AU stuff click here 🐢

Chapter 1: Just a Few Hours Ago, When Everything was Normal

Mikey grinned as he read April's message. Tonight they had made a plan, a late celebration for Mikey's birthday. Since she and Mikey couldn't celebrate it outside as they had planned because of her school, they had postponed it to today. Which Mikey had been hardly able to wait.

They would go eat pizza, have some fun at the roofs, hang out in several places, jump into a pool... so many activities that Mikey was ready for. He and April would meet in the back alley of her apartment. The text was a reminder, in case Mikey got too lost into hobbies- again. The box turtle was grateful for his sister's thoughtfulness, but she should've known there was no way he was forgetting about this.

Maybe he should start getting ready though.

Mikey leaned to get his pouch, wristbands, socks, kneepads and lastly bandana. The bandana was April's gift for his birthday (along with another gift). He and April had learned how to make their own accessories, sew their own clothes, and such stuff from various sources over the years (like her mother's magazines, internet, and Splinter teaching them). This bandana was a result of that, a symbol made with their mutual knowledge over the craft and friendship.

It was nice to have a big sister who would always know how to give the best gifts.

He wondered if his brothers would be good at giving gifts too.

Mikey looked at the table, a few drawings of his ideas and imagination based on the information he accidentally found out on his thirteenth birthday. He still could remember the shock of hearing his dad talking to himself, mourn the turtles he never was able to save. How he wished to be able to find them, and how he hoped they weren't with Draxum. Mikey wondered who that Draxum guy was. But what he currently cared about was how he had siblings.

Dad had said three names.

Raphael, Leonardo, and Donatello.

That day Mikey had gotten so excited that he had texted April to meet, and without waiting an answer had run to her place. He had some lost brothers to find, and he had to share his plan with her. April had agreed to help, but she had told him that they should plan this with more care.

They had tried their best on their search, April joining whenever she had free time. They had found nothing.

This didn't stop Mikey from wondering who they were. How did they look? What food did they like? Did they grow up in sewers too? Were they a fan of Lou Jitsu or Jupiter Jim as well?

Did they know about him and Dad?

Another message ping distracted him from his thoughts.

🏵 April🏵:

You better be ready and heading out.

Mikey winced, noticing how much time had passed. If he didn't move, he'd be late.

As he walked out of his room, he glanced at the drawings of his dad, himself, and the other three turtles.

Once again, he wondered if they were really out there.

Once again he told himself he'll find them.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

Red had a bad feeling.

Yes, Red was anxious often and felt bad about some stuff more than the yokai who raised them or the gargoyles that took care of them as kids… but this was different.

Something was wrong, and he wasn't sure if it was Draxum's plan or Purple's behavior.

Whenever Draxum would ask Purple to take care of stuff in the back, he'd get grumpy. He'd do his job, better than everyone else Red has ever met in his life, but he'd still be bitter. Red had an idea why.

Today he was bitter too, except there was something else along it. He had made that face he'd do when working on his ninpo, creating "something useful", as he would say. Determined, perhaps. Red was worried. Whenever Purple tried something for the first time, there was a risk of failure. Red was not a fan of those risks. Not with how many times he almost hurt himself. So Red hoped his senses were wrong.

Meanwhile, Red was asked to assist Draxum. He would be by his side, in case any of his test subjects tried to run away or anything went wrong- just like how it did thirteen years ago. So Red had worn his armor as always, and quietly waited for orders.

As he watched Draxum work and control things Red never quite understood, he started thinking about his origin. The story about their creation always fascinated him, but not because of what Draxum had managed to create (as he would say with pride). No, what fascinated Red was the others. The man who gave them their DNA and the siblings he was never able to meet again. At least he had Purple, Draxum, Hummin and Mummin.

Still, he wondered if the slider, the loggerhead, and the box turtle were okay.

He wished to know more about them. Had they survived? Was the box turtle with Lou Jitsu? Were the slider and loggerhead what the big lady wanted them to be?

Would he ever see them again?

"Red," Draxum called the snapper.

"Yes, Draxum?"

"Come here."

Red did as Draxum asked, pushing away the thoughts regarding his lost family and focusing on what he had now.

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Purple wished that for once that Draxum would take the risk and put him on the field. He knew that he was aware of Purple's strong ninpo and his genius brain, but Draxum refused to forget that one of his powerful mutant warriors had a flaw that almost cost his life twice.

A flaw that Purple hated passionately.

He knew well that Draxum had the knowledge of his softshell and his weak points, and honestly Purple was surprised that the yokai had chosen him as one of his warriors. Yet, one would expect that he'd have something in his mind for the battlefield if he chose him on purpose.

(The possibility of Draxum adding him into the mix just because of curiosity made Purple feel sick. It couldn't be true anyway. It was Draxum.)

So what if his laboratory once got demolished and he almost died? Who cares if when he and Red played roughly as tots he almost got hurt very very badly? He could protect himself now! He even had made himself a shell out of his ninpo to prove it!

Why had he had to stay back and control everything from outside of the main area?

The worst part was he knew that Red agreed with him, but his brother always would follow what Draxum said.

This wasn't fair at all.

…

Okay, so maybe he did follow Draxum's words too. But not like Red. Purple was different from him. It was just that he wanted Draxum to be happy and proud of him. So that nobody would ever forget him and get rid of him. Exactly what everyone would want.

But he could never prove himself from the back.

Which was why after today it would be different. At the moment of importance, he'd step in and prove he is much more capable than what Draxum thinks!

He looked through the windows. He was already almost finished with his job here, so all he had to do was to climb up to the higher levels and wait.

Perfect plan, Purple. He praised himself as he smiled. Perfect .

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

"Come on Veeeeeen! I can't stay inside here anymore!"

Leon's was whining for a while now, half dramatic, half genuine, begging for his sister to take him to her simple mission. So far it was going well.

"Leon shut up, someone will hear you! Do you want us to get into trouble?" Venus glared at him.

"No, I thought I made my request oblivious." Leon said.

"You can't come with me, you know the rules." She reminded him, for a millionth time.

"But Mama doesn't have to know. It will be a simple trip. You get to do your shopping, I'll tag along and see some people, and we will be back before anyone knows." Leon knew he couldn't do much and risk it all, he guessed Venus would know too. So why not give him a chance?

Venus looked at him with softer eyes this time, "I know you're bored of Nexus Hotel and want something different, but you've been to Hidden City. Why don't you save your chance for something else?"

Leon looked away from her, instead focusing on a wall. A wall he had been seeing for the past fourteen years of his life and getting sick of it. Hidden City though? That was a rare feat. "It's been so long, Vee." He sighed. "I know Mama doesn't want any of us out without permission, but I think I'll go insane if I spend another day here."

She rolled her eyes, "You're exaggerating." Still, she came and sat by his side on the enormous bed. "But I can consider it…"

Leon's eyes immediately brightened up. "Thank you Ve-"

"...Only if you wear your guard costume too."

Ah. Of course. The itchy guard costume. "Can't I wear another disguise?" Leon whined.

"No." Venus answered, a sly smile on her face.

"You know, I had heard sea turtles are kind. Unlike you. Are you sure you're not mixing up your species?"

He met with a pillow on his face. "Either be ready when I come back or stay here. You got fifteen minutes."

"Okay okay, fine." Leon huffed. Then smirked, "Good to know you still know to not miss the right offers."

She grinned, "You keep forgetting who taught you first." She said as she left the room.

"Keep believing that!" Leon shouted after her, grinning as well.

As the door closed, he felt his grin get wider. It had been so long since he was able to get out of this building. He was sure Venus wouldn't mind having some extra fun in Hidden City, too.

••••••••

Somewhere far, far away, a teenage mutant girl smiled and laughed with her father. Unaware of the world, dangers, and fate that awaited her.

[asktheherbalist]

The herbalist has arrived in the manor!

✿ଓ•́︿•̀)ଓ > "Wait...Am i supposed to...Stand here? I don't know..."

The woman says, a little nervous, looking around: A mail box?...Was she expected to wait for letters?...

✿ଓ•́︿•̀)ଓ > "Well...I suppose i'll...Wait here a bit? Just hope someone actually sends something..."

ASKS ARE OPEN!

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INFO ABOUT THE CHARACTER!

Name: Hilda Klein

Age: 22yo (When she died)

Nationality: German

Faction: Hunter

Likes: Helping people, books

Dislikes: Hot temperatures

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Rules!

No nsfw! Some jokes are ok, but if i feel like it's too much, i'll ignore!

Canon x Oc, AU's, crossovers and others are all allowed! I would love to interact with you all!

Obviously no prejudice or anything disrespectful

If i feel weirded by something, i'll not answer the ask, sorry!

I'll try to answer most stuff with drawing, but some i'll also just write

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Other ask blog: @askthepianist

Drawing in this post by my amazing friend! Check her out!

[lcstinfantasy]

Umf from Damon to sage

Send me “Umf” If your muse thinks my muse is hot.

sarah giggled. "what do you want me to wear now?" the blonde teased.

[lcstinfantasy]

Fuck... she fights a bashful smile and fails miserably. " Fine. You can have me all of Saturday. " She pauses, that sounded dirtier than she meant it to. " But I expect you to be on your best behavior Cameron otherwise it's never happening again. " She puts a hand on his chest and curls her fingers into his shirt. " You got it? " She asks looking up at him.

unprompted ask

the smirk only grows wider at the comment. it does sound dirty and he can't be faulted for the images that passed through his mind. his eyes drop to the hand clutching at his shirt before they drag back up to look at her eyes. "be careful there. you said i had to be on my best saturday. you never said anything about right now."

[lcstinfantasy]

“Umf” Steve / Jonathan

Send me “Umf” If your muse thinks my muse is hot.

"are you messing with me, byers?" although there is a smile breaking at the corner of his lips.

[lcstinfantasy]

( clipped ) - your muse handcuffs my muse ( sam carpenter / nate! )

🌶️ smutty starter prompts

nate can’t help but admire the scene splayed out in front of him. sam is handcuffed to the bed, loosely cause he’s not sure just how tight she wants them. he’s settled between her legs, hands soothingly running up and down her thighs as he peers at her. she’s truly a beautiful sight to be seen. “how you feeling?” he’s going to check in on her. he might be rough and demanding but he’s not going to hurt her or cause a triggering aspect for her. he’s there to keep her safe. though this is more fun than anything. his fingers just teasingly brush over the lips of her cunt. just enough for her to feel but not enough to be really touching her.

[lcstinfantasy]

Lexi squeezes the hell out of matt while hugging him ( for when you're feeling wolfie mehehehe )

unprompted ask

a grunt of surprise leaves him as lexi wraps her arms around him and gives him a squeeze. "there is my girl. where have you been?" he asks as he pulls her close in his arm, pressing a kiss to her lips.

[lcstinfantasy]

[ dressing room ] our muses have sex in a dressing room at a store - Sebastian / Dallas

🐝  *  ―  𝑫𝑰𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑳𝑶𝑪𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑯𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑿.

"come on, be adventurous." dallas cooed. she might be from a small town, yet, she was anything but innocent. she was there trying on some dresses for the upcoming heat wave and had pulled him inside with her. she let the dress hit the floor, standing bare infront of him when she leaned in and kissed him. "fuck me?"