#CAN VACATION FUCKING START ALREADY SO I CAN WRITE PLEASE

[squeaky-n-blushy]

I haven't even started writing the Ler!Wen Kexing/Lee!Zhou Zishu fic, and there's already ideas for a Ler!Zhou Zishu/Lee!Wen Kexing fic barging into my head and demanding to be heard

[s1m0nth3swag]

Hmmm I’m kinda curious on how Francis would be like as a dom in bed!

Ohhhh definitely!

I feel like Francis def is too tired to dom most times, but omg, when he isn't tired for once....

This was uhm

Harder to write than I thought! It probably really isn't good so I slapped some headcanons at the end to make up for it a little

Tysm for the ask though, Anon!

WARNINGS/ CONTENT INFO; Porn with minimal plot, established relationship, GN!Reader, Dom Francis, Francis has vacation and uses it properly

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!!

If you were serious, you barely know how you ended up in this situation. You started today thinking it'd be just like any other day, your boyfriend coming home really late from work, so you'd have the apartment to yourself until he returned. Contrary to that belief, Francis had instead taken a day of vacation. He had grumbled something about it being long overdue.

From then, you had thought he'd lounge around all day. He'd probably just sleep a bit more, lay on the couch, maybe help out a little with chores - that's where you were wrong again.

Once the two of you had finished the chores around the small apartment, he grabbed you by the hips harshly. "Francis -" you yelped out, but he already pressed his lips against yours in a hungry kiss. If it was up to him, he'd have you right here, in the middle of the hallway. That's just the way Francis was, when he did have the drive to fuck you, he'd barely even think about where.

In the end, you were the one to drag him to the bedroom after he had already pulled off your top and discarded it somewhere. He trailed kisses down your neck and over your collarbone, nipping at the skin softly. "Want you s'bad..." He groaned, grinding his growing erection against your crotch. "Bet you want me too, hm? Can feel how needy you are." He adds, chuckling as he rubs small circles on your waist. You huff and pull him down towards you, kissing him feverishly.

The rest of your clothes are soon discarded - Francis rarely took his time with you. He watched the way you squirmed and whined as he slowly pushed inside you, though. He knew you just wanted to feel him. When it came to teasing, Francis had probably won a gold metal in it at some point. "So good for me, hm? It's always so tight..." he sighs lazily. His hands rest at your hips, pushing you down so you can't grind against him. You whine in protest. "Francis, please.. don't be mean.." You mumble, and he just chuckles as he presses a kiss against your cheek. "Just taking my time, love.. weren't you just complaining about me being too fast?" You scowl at him, but Francis just grins as he keeps pushing into you ever so slowly. Surely, this had to be torture for him as well? If it was, he didn't let it show one bit.

After taking his sweet time, Francis made it up to you by being way too goddamn rough. He practically abused your hole while muttering and groaning praises into your ear. You desperately held onto him, nails scratching his back. "So good, hm..? God, swear you feel heavenly..." Francis groaned into your ear, trailing kisses over your jaw. He placed hickeys and bite marks all over your neck, and you were sure with how he was treating you right now that a few on your thighs would follow soon.

As always, Francis couldn't help but finish inside you after you had reached your climax as well. He watched your slightly fucked out expression and the way his cum slowly flowed out of you, leaving kisses on your thighs, marking you up just like you thought he would. "Always so good for me, baby." He then hummed, placing a soft kiss against your lips while you snuggled against him.

I just really think Francis is a tired man and therefore rarely doms. Just takes too much of his energy.

However, I think he really really loves marking his partner. Like full-on hickeys all over your body, especially your thighs, though (he definitely is a thigh guy). Also very big on praising, though he would degrade you if you asked him to. I just think that in his mind, it's like "in love with my partner, have to tell them how much I appreciate them, especially when I'm literally taking their ability to walk!" Because I just KNOW he likes being rough. He just can't help but love the way your face contorts in pleasure at every thrust.

Francis would also 100% hold you down so he could have his way with you. He'd also slightly choke you because he holds you down by your neck when he wants to watch your reactions (this is totally not because I think that'd be hot. Nah uh.)

Also, I don't really think he is actually that kinky (or he just doesn't know that what he likes is considered a kink because that man has never spoken to anyone about it). I think he always makes sure you cum first, either makes you cum all over again before properly fucking you or denying you an orgasm as he tests how long he can hold one back himself.

Also, with a fem partner, he is so into eating them out. Genuinely obsessed with it.

With a masc partner, I think he'd be the type to touch them while just watching their expressions

he is so big on watching his partner. He just wants to make sure he's making you feel good still, even though he definitely has your favourite spots memorised by heart.

Anyway! Really short omg I'm sorry. I'm currently obsessing over School Bus Graveyard, so uhm! Not many Francis thoughts in my brain. I hope this isn't as bad as it looks to me (it's definitely worse, but I will not be bothered (I will panic about it))

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Rile Him Up

Pairing: Professor!Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~700

Warnings: sexual tension

Summary: Class is so much more fun when Spencer Reid is your professor.

Square Filled: college au (2020) for @cm-kinkbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are greatly appreciated <3

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The desks in class have always been uncomfortable, but you’re feeling a bit extra this morning. Your entire body is sore and there is stiffness in your neck where there shouldn’t be. The back support isn’t great in these small desks, but you make do with what you have. Your best friend walks into class, and you sit up straighter and put a smile on your face.

“Hey, Ames. How was your vacation?”

“Oh, I wish I was back in Paree,” she says with a slight French accent. “But I’m also glad to be back here with you. How was your weekend?”

“Tiring. I barely got any sleep last night, and my neck is sore. Maybe I slept on it wrong, I don’t know.”

“After class, I’ll give you the name of my massage therapist. He works wonders on my body, and he’ll even take you for free as a courtesy to me.”

“Are you fucking him?” you grin.

“That’s neither here nor there,” she giggles.

“Well, thanks. I’ll take it.”

The rest of the class comes into the room including the young professor, Dr. Spencer Reid. All the women in his class have googly eyes for him. What’s there to look at? He just has honey-brown eyes, curly brown hair, a lean but toned body, and a very intelligent brain. He’s every woman’s dream, apparently.

Instantly, whispers fill the room, mostly from the women. Spencer sets his bag on top of his desk and walks to the whiteboard. He grabs a marker and writes “Criminology 101” on it.

“I have graded your tests from last week. I have to say, the majority of you did not pass. I do encourage office hours for those who need extra help. There is no shame in asking for it,” Spencer announces.

Spencer takes the graded tests from his bag and starts to pass them out. You don’t want to turn back and hurt even more from the kink in your neck, so you only watch him when he’s in the front of the class. He gets to you and sets your test face down on the desk without sparing you a glance. You grab your test and turn it over, silently scowling at the B.

You deserved an A.

“If you have any questions about the grade you’ve received, please see me at the end of class.”

You take your laptop out of your bag as Spencer moves on to the next subject. He speaks but you don’t hear a word he’s saying. You lean back in your chair and spread your legs slightly like how a man would spread his. Spencer briefly looks your way before moving on.

“This next project we’re going to do is worth thirty percent of your grade, so you’re going to work in pairs to get this done.” Chatter picks up as people already pick the person they want to work with. “Once you have your partner, you’re going to research a famous criminal in world history, create a profile about that person, come up with victimology, and how you would apprehend them. Once you have the criminal in mind, come up and let me know. No two groups will have the same criminal. Get started.”

You and Amy immediately pair up and start researching famous criminals, but you can’t look down long because your neck will start to hurt.

“Damn, you must really have hurt your neck,” Amy says.

“Yeah,” you mumble.

Your phone rings and you see a text pop up from your boyfriend. You smirk and hide your phone away from Amy even though she isn’t paying attention to you.

My Love💞: I hope I didn’t choke you too hard last night.

Me: Maybe a little, but I liked it. We should be talking about the B you just gave me.

You look up and lock eyes with none other than Dr. Spencer Reid. He leans back in his chair but the expression on his face doesn’t change. 

My Love💞: Your argument was weak. You can do better than that. What we should be talking about are those pretty pink panties I see peeking out from under your skirt. Close your legs. Get back to work.

You smirk and put your phone away. Instead of replying to him, you open your legs a bit more. Even from where you are, you can hear him growl softly. Class is so much more fun when your boyfriend is the professor.

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[anticanonsposts]

Early flirting/relationship things

(I'm just thinking out loud)

SFW:

i feel like when you first start to flirt with him he is kind of oblivious

talking to you already makes him so nervous so I think if you were intentionally being flirty he would already be so nervous that he wouldn’t notice

when you two do officially start going out…

he tends to make very prolonged eye contact when talking to you

especially when you guys go on more ‘traditional’ restaurant style dates 

like his eyes would NOT leave you 

defo from the beginning he pays for EVERYTHING 

even when he doesn’t fucking get anything

one time he invited you for coffee and pastries, you got there, and he didn’t order anything…

he said oh no I’m not hungry but like he wasn’t being rude, he wasn’t doing it for any other reason

but he still insisted on paying 

(he really just wanted an excuse to see you and used food) 

idk why but I feel like at the beginning he would be a little cautious about eating around you

i just feel like sometimes with social anxiety, eating in front of people can be more difficult

so i feel like he would eat a more ‘normal’ amount/portion instead of his normal much bigger amount

but his stomach would give him hell so usually after he took you out to lunch or something, on the drive home or wherever you were going next he’d ask if you wanted to stop somewhere for a ‘snack’ 

then he would eat a whole other meal 

he kept doing this until you were ordering at a restaurant once and you just touched his arm and said ‘is that all you want? Get more if you’re hungry babe’ 

and he realized he wasn’t as slick as he thought 

from then on he’s just your human garbage disposal 

any time you have left overs you don’t want, already taken care of 

considering he isn’t from the US (this only applies ig if y’all are living in the US) 

i always see people from the states go on vacation in other places and they lose weight because the food is better quality/better for you/less banned ingredients lol anywhere outside of the U.S.

i think the reverse would happen for König

one thing about him, guy likes to eat

so I think when he first comes here he’s a little overwhelmed by all of the snack/food options and would gain a decent amount of weight 

also regardless of where you guys live/where you are from/your heritage I think he would love learning about your cultural foods and your favorite foods, he would want to try everything 

not food related…

before moving in together, the guy would get so giddy whenever you spent the night with him

especially when you would forget or leave stuff at his house

it would brighten his day when you aren’t there and he sees something of yours, like a body care product, a perfume (which he would defo steal/hide forever), or a piece of clothing

in the most wholesome way possible, he would love being in bed with you 

just being cozy and feeling your body against his 

he would also start sleeping better the more you guys slept together 

i honestly don’t think he’s super picky about cuddle position, as long as you two are wrapped around each other in some way, he doesn’t give a fuck <3

NSFW: MDNI!!!

things that i think definitely happen before you guys’ first time together…

literally googles ‘how to eat pussy’

idk if I headcanon him as a virgin or not, considering I like to write about mid 20s him, more likely??

for sure he doesn’t have much relationship experience, like bullied, then 17 joined the military, not much opportunity there

but sex, maybe he’s had sex before, but either way would be really nervous about pleasing you 

first time together he really wants you to lead the way but honestly

he gets super into it very quickly and just gets obsessed with how you feel

basically devours your face and neck with his mouth 

when he is finally able to pull himself away he eats you out for so fucking long

at least 3 orgasms with is mouth/hands because he is nervous and making you cum makes him less nervous and because let's face it….dude has a third leg

he wants to make sure you are prepped enough that he won’t cause any discomfort 

i think he would be very attentive to facial expressions and body language during sex, so when you looked a little nervous after seeing how big he was he rushed to comfort you but you just said-

‘don’t worry, I’ll make it fit’ which ngl besides the amount of concern he had for you made him even more flustered 

i also think this man is just vocal in general, but ESPECIALLY at the beginning 

partly bc he wanted you to know it felt good but also because it was just so overwhelmingly good 

[tiyawnyana]

Could we get Vander x male reader with him using toys on them, please?

Thank you for the submission!!!!

A/N: thanks for your patience! Had fun writing this, definitely a challenge since I haven't written too much m x m fics but a good challenge :))

Characters: Young!Vander x Male Reader

Warnings: smut, slight voyeurism, handjob, use of toy (dildo), praise

MINORS DNI

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Quiet Time

Nighttime in Zaun was never really quiet.

There were parties at bars, people fighting in the streets.

It's a typical night as usual, The Last Drop slowly becoming more popular, the usual Zaunites vacating the building.

Soon enough, the night begins to end. People start to leave, heading home to their families or off to other bars that are open all night.

Vander locks the doors after ensuring the place is empty.

He was sure you were already asleep, carefully opening the door, the slight creek making him scrunch his brows in frustration before he realizes you're awake.

Low, soft moans can be heard in the room, echoing out into the small hallway as he approaches the door to the separate bedroom.

His gaze widens as he peeks through the door, spotting you fisting at your weeping cock and thrusting two fingers into your hole.

He can't help but watch for a moment, almost entranced. You're desperate, your face is scrunching up as you attempt to remain quiet but can't seem to hold in the tumbling moans and whimpers.

The door creeks open as he steps in and you jolt, eyes shooting open.

"Don't stop on my account," he speaks with a smirk, toeing off his boots and unbuckling his belt to toss it on the small dresser.

"Vander-" you try to speak but embarrassment holds your tongue hostage.

"Hey, easy there," he slides into the bed, scooting closer until he hovers above you,"Not mad, just wish I could've helped ya, is all," then leans down to kiss you earnestly.

He's pulling back, eyeing you over with a coy smile.

"Sorry- I.. you've been so busy with the bar and-"

"I know, handsome," he strokes over your chest,"I'm sorry we haven't had much us time."

You frown slightly before jolting with a punched out moan when he wraps his other hand around your cock, giving it a few rough jerks before his gaze catches on the phallic object beside you.

He doesn't say anything, only bringing his gaze up to yours with an uplifted brow.

Your cheeks warm, embarrassment obvious on your face as you mumble sheepishly,"Bought it down at Babettes.."

"Oh, did you now?" He smirks down at you, lifting it before huffing out a laugh,"This isn't close to my size."

You huff with an annoyed scowl,"I know- shut up!"

He laughs at that, squeezing your hip fondly before situating himself between your legs as he moves them apart.

"Missed me, did ya?" He teases.

"Are you gonna fuck me-" you snark,"Or do i have to do it myself?"

Her quirks a brow again, coy smirk on his lips,"I'm almost tempted to make you."

But he shrugs, instead finding the lube placed beside you on the bed.

Vander carefully lubes up the phallic object before scooting closer on the bed as he gazes down at your twitching cock.

"Eager, aye?" He muses fondly.

You narrow your gaze, face warm,"Just- c'mon, Vander-"

"I don't think you're in the position to be making demands," he chastises, a disapproving look on his face.

You almost want to be snarky, give attitude and fight back- but it's been too long since you've felt his hands on you.

"'M sorry, Vander," you murmur,"Just needy-"

"I know, handsome," he huffs a laugh then carefully prods the tip of the toy to your entrance,"Just be good for me, will ya?"

You're nodding profusely, body automatically tensing as the tip presses in, the pressure slightly overwhelming but his warm hand on your thigh is a comfort.

"Easy, easy there," he coos, talking you through it until his hand grazes your behind, the toy bottoming out.

You shudder, shiver and pant softly. His hand moves from your thigh, trailing up your stomach to pet over your pecks softly.

"You're doin' good," he praises, smirking slightly at the shiver that visually rolls down your spine at his words.

He lets you adjust for a few painstaking moments, taking delight in the way your stomach and ribs lifts with your erratic breathing, the way your cock twitches, a drop of cum dribbling onto your pelvis.

Vander then pulls out carefully, tugging the toy back before pressing in just as careful.

"Unnn-" you tilt your head back, panting harder as the toy brushes that spot inside, sending electric shocks of pleasure up your spine.

His hand slowly trails back down to your stomach, thumb stroking the quivering skin with a coy smile before drifting further until it wraps around the base of your cock.

You choke on a moan, back arching slightly as he thrusts the toy in and out, picking up slight speed and his hand tightens before gently stroking up, thumbing at the tip.

"Good boy," he murmurs, speeding up his grip around you along with the base of the toy.

He just watches you- the blush in your cheeks, the redness of your lips as you bite at them, the clenching of your fists in the sheets as your hips jerk with his movements.

He speeds up his hands.

"Van-Vander-!" You moan as his large hand tightens around your cock, jerking it harder.

"Please-"

"Please, what?" He says smoothly, a teasing glint in his eyes.

You manage to narrow your eyes at him before your head tilts back with a low moan.

"Please- please, let me cum-"

"Atta boy," he praises. Another shiver rolls down your spine at that.

He keeps the pace, thrusting the toy harder and quirking it up, fist jerking around your cock and thumbing at the weeping tip.

Your back arches, moans ripping from your throat.

"C'mon," he speaks smoothly,"You can cum, now."

Your hips roll into his fist then back onto the toy as you cum, white blinding your vision as you spill across your stomach.

You heave for breath as you feel him pull the toy from your body and his fist leave your length for a brief moment.

Vander gets up from the bed, unbuttoning his pants and boxer briefs before tugging off his shirt.

You're slumped against the sheets, a flush to your cheeks as you flutter your eyes open with a surprise when he's lifting your hips to lay a pillow beneath them before you feel his length press up against your backside.

You give him a bewildered look, watching as he lubes himself up.

"You didn't think we were done, did you?"

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A/N: thanks again for the submission! This one feels a little short but nonetheless still fun to write :)

Steadily working on some now and the rest of this week :)) send some more, I've got no plans for Christmas

[jaeyong-sucker]

bottom jeno pls

pairing: lee jeno x male reader

genre: smut (of course)

warnings: teasing, fingering, delayed orgasms

note: forgive the rusty writing… again, i suck at writing dialogues and conversations… bottom jeno just tickles something in me

“Mmmhhh, hyung!” Jeno whimpers, his leaking cock twitching from his prostate getting stabbed by your fingers. He leans back against your shoulder, hole clenching tightly once again after seeing his fucked out reflection in the mirror. You spread his legs wider before smirking at what you see in the mirror.

It all started when Jeno, out of all things, stepped out of the room with a cropped hoodie and a jockstrap, looking like a tempting snack, first thing upon arriving in your vacation house by the beach. Jeno always shows you more skin whenever he wants to get laid. That evoked you to take care of the boner in your pants he was responsible for causing. You can fix your luggages later; Jeno presented himself so early and there's no way you won't fuck him right then and there.

“H-Hyung, let me cum, please!” He whimpers, pathetically squirming as his orgasm intensely charges at him again after so many delays, thanks to you. His jockstrap and hoodie are thrown somewhere in the house, leaving him naked and heated on your lap. He meets your gaze at the mirror once again, tugging at your hair and pressing his legs closed upon being turned on at the sight of him being a slut in heat on the lap of his master clothed in a plain black shirt and jeans.

“Do you deserve it, you brat?” You whisper before landing a slap on Jeno's thigh, making him wince at the sting and spreading his legs wide open again. He squeals loudly upon feeling his erect nipples get pinched, then twisted.

“With your fucking behavior the whole day, I don't think so, bitch.” You continue assaulting his exposed neck with kisses and bites, leaving marks and replacing the hickeys that have already faded. He whimpers helplessly, humping the air for friction and bouncing on your still fingers to chase the blissful orgasm being pulled away from him once again.

Jeno sobs, tears filling his eyes before they drip down his sweaty face and body. If only he were a good boy, obeying every order of his boyfriend, maybe he would be a pillow princess, cumming multiple times from his daddy's cock. If only he didn't place his hand over your clothed crotch before palming it while you were driving, maybe he'd be experiencing heavenly, slow, gentle sex with his daddy. If only he didn't misbehave by watching thirst traps of some random TikToker and fingering himself to it while on the trip, maybe he'd be delightfully drowning from your loads of cum.

“P-Please, I'd do anything, daddy,” he shakily cries. “I wanna cum, please!” He turns around, begging helplessly by grinding his thick ass on your raging boner underneath the sturdy fabric of your jeans. He gives you that cute look, which makes it close to impossible to resist his pleas. The cute, begging look with his eyes looking like a puppy's and his lips forming into a pout. That goddamn look that appeals to your raging cock and tugs on the ropes of your self-restraint like a demon. That goddamn cute look that makes you want to bend him and fuck his tight little hole.

“Fuck,” you spank his ass, making sure to land your calloused palm on the area of his thick ass cheek where it arouses him more than it hurts. You're still too soft to actually hurt him the way he wants it even though he practically declared over a million times that he loves pain. He's still too soft for harsher spankings and chokings and the like.

“Anything?” You smirk, millions of ideas of dominating your fucked out boyfriend traveling in your mind, making your already hard cock spring up in arousal. Will you bend him over the dining table and fuck him out? Will you fuck him senselessly on the balcony? Will you fuck him on the beach chairs with the staff of your private island watching him crumble messily from your cock pounding into him mercilessly? Or maybe you won't even penetrate him with your cock at all. Maybe just jerk off to him trying to hump the air for his poor, miserable orgasm? The options are endless.

“Anything, daddy, please,” he pathetically begs, “just let me cum!”

His appeals go nowhere else but to your raging cock. Unable to hold yourself any longerㅡsince you're just as horny as he isㅡyou grab a cock ring and a few packs of condoms from your bag. He writhes, squirming away from you as if you were an assailant. One thing about Jeno, he doesn't like wearing cock rings, or anything that restrains him from cumming freely. Another this about your needy boyfriend, he HATES condoms at a spiritual level. If he dislikes cock rings, he loathes condoms with a passion. Aside from seeing it as a waste of plastic, the thought of you wearing condoms while fucking him makes him feel like a barren Omega who couldn't provide pups for his Alpha (he's read a lot of Omegaverse and always fantasizes of being bree by you and can get dramatic about it).

“You’d do anything for daddy, right, princess?” You ask, cooing at his frozen, shocked form that looks goddamn irresistible that your cock twitches, wanting to be freed from the restraint of your jeans.

“Yes, daddy,” Jeno nods, helplessly agreeing in desperation to be touched, or fucked, or whatever by you. “Wanna be good for daddy,” he purrs, dick leaking upon seeing you slowly reach for your jean zippers to free your cock.

Gosh, that fucking huge cock of yours. That large, fat, veiny piece of cock that has been inside Jeno for as much as he could remember. That cock that he desperately wants to suck and milk to ejaculate your hot cum out of your heavy balls. That cock that already is huge even though it hasn't reached its full erection yet. God, if only your cock is a deity, he'd offer his tiny hole everyday as a devotion. He drools, loving the sight of your semi-erect cock becoming veinier as you pump it with your equally veiny hand. He moans languidly, reaching for his hole before inserting two fingers, playing with his prostate while he crumbles at the intense, horny gaze you give him as you stroke your cock to its erection.

“You wanna cum so bad, huh?” You smirk, pulling Jeno closer by his leg before holding his dick upright. He internally panics at the sight of your hand holding the cock ring inching closer and closer to his dick. No way. No fucking way he's gonna wear that shitty rubber around his dick.

“You’ll only cum after daddy cums inside the condom, slut.” You growl, sending shivers down his spine, as you slip the cock ring on him, much to his incoherent protests. He whines, protesting helplessly like a wanton bitch as you slip the condom down your cock slowly to tease him and remind him of the punishment of his misbehavior.

“Butㅡ”

“No buts, goddamn it. Daddy's gonna make sure you get punished for behaving like a messy slut.” You softly spank him on the face. “I will fucking use you like the slut you are and you will never cum unless I say so, understood?” You grab him by the jaw, getting more turned on as fresh tears form in his eyes as he nods, agreeing helplessly just to have your cock inside him despite it being wrapped in a piece of rubber.

You position him straddling your lap, facing the mirror, making him turned on and leaking at your reflection of you being fully clothed, while he's naked, preparing to be used like the goddamn slut he is.

“Fuck!” He whimpers as you give him a hard thrust that hits his prostate. He fixes his gaze on the mirror to see you lock stares with his.

“Moan for daddy, slut.” You whisper.

It's going to be a long day.

[flowerxbunnie]

since im like i love w/ ur writing can u PLEASE do nate smut??

idk what but like please

-💋anon

Camping

Nathan Doe x Fem reader

Warnings: angst kinda, SMUTTTT

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT OKAY WITH SMUT OR ARE A MINOR

I’ve been friends with the triplets since I can remember. We’ve been on so many family trips in our time growing up together; beach vacations, skiing, boating. Never did I ever think I would agree to go camping with them.

But here we are in the mountains, setting up our tents and gear. It’s us four and Nate for three days, living out of tents and stuck with no cell service. It’s not exactly my idea of a fun time, but Matt loves the outdoors and Nick and Chris seemed super excited to get away for a while too.

“Pass me another stake, this one won’t go in the fucking ground!” Chris yells from across the jumbled up pile of fabric that we’re struggling to turn into a tent for him and Matt.

“This one is the exact same,” I laugh while grabbing another one out of the package and toss it his way. “But there ya go, have at it kid.”

He grabs it and replaces the one he had been trying to get in at first, this one going into the ground on his first attempt. He shoots me a teasing grin and sticks his tongue out like a little kid, earning a laugh from me in return.

“Maybe you should listen to the boys for once, Y/n,” Nate blurts out, my eyes narrowing in his direction. “Girls weren’t built for these tough woods.” He snickers and tosses a chip into the air before catching it in his mouth.

I turn my attention back to straightening out the fabric in front of me. “Maybe you should make yourself useful and put together your tent. How about that, Nate?” I shoot back without looking at him, my nerves getting more shot with each annoying thing he does. It’s been a fucking day already.

“It was a joke, damn. Someone’s panties are in a wad.” He laughs his smug laugh and I hear Nick quietly scold him.

He’s always been so immature. I deal with him because the boys love him, but if I had it my way I wouldn’t ever be in the same room as him. He just knows what buttons to press to piss me off and make me want to pull my hair out. He thinks it’s so funny to make jokes about me being a helpless, dumb girl, and that is far from the truth. Even if it’s just joke, why keep going if nobody else is laughing?

We spend what feels like hours getting the three tents set up, positioning them next to a little creek. The sound of the water is going to be incredibly nice once I finally get to wind down for bed. For now Matt is setting up a little fire in a pit so we can make some s’mores.

I walk to the back of the van and open the trunk, grabbing two of the fold up chairs we brought and start carrying them towards the fire pit. Nick sees me doing it alone and rushes to help, grabbing two more out of the trunk and trailing behind me.

“Thank you Nicky, there should be one more in the ba-” I cut myself off with a squeal, feeling fingers digging into my sides causing both of my chairs to crash onto the ground.

I whip around and Nate is behind me, a devious grin on his face and his hands up in defense.

“That didn’t even tickle, asshole. It hurt.” I spit at him, leaning down to pick the chairs back up.

“Not my fault you’re sensitive.” He laughs, retreating to the van to grab the other chair.

“I don’t know what his problem is, Y/n. I’m sorry. We can go somewhere fun just us once this trip is over to make up for it!” Nick apologizes, speeding up to walk beside me.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m still having fun with you three.” I smile, opening up the chairs and spacing them out beside the fire pit.

Matt finally gets the fire going and Chris gets back from his adventure of finding some nice sticks for roasting marshmallows. We claim our seats and sit around as the sun goes down, feasting on s’mores and listening to Chris ramble.

“No dude, I swear. I heard the footsteps behind me,” he says with wide eyes. “I was sprinting so fast to get back here.”

“There was not a fucking bear stalking you. We would have seen it.” Matt rolls his eyes, adding a piece of chocolate to his graham cracker.

“Not if it was stalking!” He takes a bite, marshmallow sticking to his cheek. “That’s like… the whole point of stalking,” he talks with his mouth full, “to be secretive.”

“Bro that would have been a cool story to be honest.” Nate chimes in, holding his marshmallow in the flames until it catches fire.

“Nate!” Nick says in a warning tone, his eyes widening as Nate pulls it out of the flames and starts whipping the stick around.

Nate stands up and starts doing a dance with the flaming marshmallow on top, carelessly lashing it back and forth. He runs in circles around our chairs, laughing as he holds it over my head tauntingly. Before I can even register what has happened, oozing hot marshmallow drops down straight onto my chest, a throbbing burn stinging my skin even through my t-shirt. I yelp and curse in pain and try brush it off with my fingers which proves to be no help, the stickiness makes it almost impossible.

“What the fuck bro?” Chris raises his voice at Nate, quickly standing up to help me brush the remnants away.

“I didn’t know it would drip..” he says while holding back a laugh, his hand coming up to cover his mouth.

Tears well in my eyes from the pain and I try to choke them back, pulling my neckline down to see a red welt already blistering up onto my skin. “Fuck you.” I direct at Nate, making eye contact with him as I stand up to head over to Matt’s backpack in his tent. It’s uncomfortably quiet, the only sound being the trickling of the water, the crackling fire and my feet stomping on the leaves.

I unzip the door and rummage through the backpack before finding the first aid kit, jumping when I fear the fabric rustling. Matt’s head pops in and he leans down so his head doesn’t hit the top of the opening. “You need some help?”

I nod and feel a hot tear fall down my cheek, brushing it away quickly as Matt digs through his kit for burn cream. I sit criss cross and he kneels down in front of me, sighing as he brushes my hair back and pulls my collar down. “He got you good, but it didn’t break the skin thankfully.” He swipes an alcohol wipe over it and cleans it up, using a swab to apply some cream. “All better?”

I nod and reach my arms out, sinking into his embrace. “Why does he hate me?” I speak quietly.

“Oh Y/n,” he laughs, “he doesn’t. He’s just immature. He doesn’t know when to stop.”

“Well it feels like he does. Haven’t even been through one night and he’s already getting on my last nerve.”

He pulls back and gives me a knowing look before standing up, holding his hand out and helping me to my feet. “I’ll talk to him. Just try to enjoy your time, okay? Don’t let him ruin your trip.”

I smile in appreciation of Matt and our friendship. I give him a nod and a peck on the cheek, jumping when Nate speaks up.

“The fuck?”

Matt and I snap our heads to him, his tall frame standing in the opening of the tent with a puzzled look on his face.

“What?” I snap, seething with anger. “Can’t even get five minutes away from you, huh?”

He raises an eyebrow and gives us a suggestive look.

“Nate, stop being fucking weird. Y/n is like my sister. Get your ass in here.” Matt demands, guiding me out of the tent and back to Nick and Chris, Nate bumping my shoulder as we cross paths.

The rest of the night is peaceful. Matt and Nate eventually came back to join us in our exchange of campfire stories, a grin across Matt’s face as he takes the seat next to me. We take turns talking about all things spooky, paranormal, conspiracy theories, you name it. When it circles around to Nate for his turn, he shakes his head and sits back in his seat. He remains quiet and standoffish for the rest of the night, engaging in conversation as little as he can.

It’s pitch black and the fire is dwindling down when Nick announces he’s going to head to bed, collecting the sticks and tossing them into the flames.

“Same here, Matt come with me so you don’t wake me up with that loud ass zipper later.” Chris ruffles Matt’s hair and gets pushed away playfully.

“I’ll be in there in a bit,” Nate looks at Nick. “I’ll keep a watch on the fire ‘til it goes out.”

Nick nods and retreats off to their tent, zipping it shut.

“Don’t let the bed bugs bite!” Chris yells as he sprints towards his tent, and Matt mouths ‘help me’ as he scoots in behind him.

The awkwardness in the air is thick and palpable, neither me or Nate uttering a word as the crickets chirp around us. He pokes and prods at the fire, sparks floating off into the air as he moves the remaining logs around. I watch, almost hypnotized by the embers and shake my head, snapping back to reality. As I look up I swear I catch his dark blue eyes looking into mine for a fraction of a second. I huff and stand up, brushing the crumbs off my shirt before I turn around to make my way to my tent.

I zip myself in and do the best skin routine I can do while camping, cleansing my face with wipes and applying my travel moisturizer and serums. I change into a tank top and sleep shorts, happy with the idea of being a little cold while I sleep.

I flip on my portable reading light and set it up beside my air mattress, grabbing a book to read to lull myself to sleep. The soft light is ambient and relaxing along with the steady trickling of the stream just behind my tent.

I read for a while, snug under my blanket and dozing off every couple minutes as my eyes trace across the pages. I hear rustling outside my tent, setting my book down as I listen closer. What if Chris was right and there is a bear stalking us from somewhere beyond the tree line? I jump and gasp as I hear tapping on my door, the fabric rippling and moving around.

“Knock knock…” a deep voice rings out just loud enough for me to hear.

The zipper starts moving around the arch of the entrance, falling down to reveal Nate’s figure standing outside.

“Can I come in?” He whispers.

“Uhh.. I’d rather you didn’t.” I groan and pick my book back up, trying to bring my focus back to the love story in front of me.

“Please? I’ll be quick.” He pleads, dipping his head farther in the tent.

I look up as the light catches on his face, and I can see the dip of his cheekbones, his jaw clenching lightly as he takes a deep breath.

“Fine. Make it snappy.” I concede, sitting up and drawing my legs to my chest instinctively, almost as an effort to protect myself.

I hear the zipper of the door being closed and feel the air mattress dip as he sits on the edge, a good distance still between us. He brings one leg up to rest on the bed and the other hangs down to the ground, nervously kicking back and forth. We sit for a minute without speaking, neither of us wanting to be the first to break the silence. He coughs and clears his throat, urging me to look his way.

“How’s the.. burn?” He asks as his eyes flick down to my chest and back up quickly.

“Really fucking painful.” I state matter of factly, exaggerating to try and make him feel bad.

He breathes out and closes his eyes, an apologetic look written across his face as he opens them again. “Look, Y/n, I’m sor-”

“You don’t have to do this.” I interrupt him, my tone full of annoyance. “I don’t want a half assed apology.”

“Let me talk.. please?” He asks calmly, pulling his other leg up onto the mattress.

I sigh and nod, playing with my fingers that are still interlocked around my legs.

“Y/n. I’m actually really fucking sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” he looks down and shakes his head before looking back up, licking his lips. “I just d-don’t know how to..” he stammers, his fingers coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“Go on..” I huff, ready to dive back into my book and sleep this night away.

“Can I just see the burn?” He asks hesitantly, a shaking hand reaching up to toy with my fingers.

I swallow back a gasp as the heat of his hand radiates against mine, his soft fingers guiding mine to unlock. His eyes are filled with a softness, an innocence that I’ve never seen before. I release my grip and allow my knees to fall down from my chest, exposing the wound he left on me hours before. It’s nothing major, just a red welt filled with lingering heat. His shoulders slump as he scans over it, his eyes showing remorse as they meet mine again.

“It’s already a lot better.” I admit, regretting the harsh tone I had used earlier when I lied to him about it still being painful.

“Can I?” He asks softly, reaching a hand toward my chest.

I give him a hesitant nod as my cheeks burn, scared he’ll be able to feel my heart pounding in my chest. My blood burns hot as it courses through my body, a visceral reaction to the distance closing between us. His fingertips graze over it with a feather light touch, so soft it’s like he’s almost not touching me at all. He lingers for a moment, his eyes shutting as he shifts his position to be directly in front of me. His hand drops down, landing on my bare calf as his eyes flash up to mine again.

“I just don’t know how to act around you, Y/n.” He is barely audible as his hand squeezes my leg.

“W-what are you talking about, Nate?”

“I just..” his hand inches up to my knee. “I think I make a fool of myself to try and impress you.”

I shake my head, convinced this is just a weird dream that I’m having and I’ll wake up to the same annoying Nate that makes me want to claw at my skin. I can’t help but feel my stomach flip with the way he’s opening up to me.

“I’m serious. I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off you since we were in school together.” His fingers trail up my inner thigh, the rough pads against my skin causing a heat to rush between my thighs.

“Nathan… I-”

“Fuck.” He mumbles under his breath. “You can’t call me that, Y/n.”

“Why not?” I ask in a whisper, my better judgement taking over as I place my hand on top of his own, leading it higher up my thigh.

His breath hitches as he looks down and sees that he’s millimeters away from the hem of my shorts. “Makes me feel some type of way..” he trails off, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down in his throat as he gulps.

“What kind of way, Nathan?” I ask lowly, batting my eyes at him and feigning innocence as I scoot closer.

“Stop it. Don’t start something you can’t finish.” He warns, starting to draw his hand back.

I tighten my grip on his hand and move it higher, pushing the tips of his fingers under the hem and biting my lip. “Who said I don’t feel the same?”

It’s like a weight is lifted off his shoulders. He brings his free hand to my face and caresses it lightly, still a little hesitant but with a hungry look in his eyes. He moves his face closer to mine, hot breath fanning against me as his pink lips ghost over mine.

“Are you sure?” He asks seriously.

“I’m positive.” I answer, closing the distance and taking the opportunity to make the first move.

Our lips mesh together, working against each other slowly. His hand moves to my jaw, fingers resting against the nape of my neck as we kiss like it’s the only thing we know how to do. He pulls away and places a few quick pecks on my lips before diving back in, moving both hands to my hips. He pulls me closer and I take the hint, throwing a leg over him and straddling his lap, never disconnecting our lips. His big hands roam my body, squeezing and grabbing hungrily as he swipes his tongue over my bottom lip. I open my mouth and our tongues synchronize, exploring the parts we’ve both secretly longed for. The kiss is both passionate and filled with lust, low moans breathed into each other’s mouths.

He pulls back and scans my face, his pupils rapidly dilating as he drags his gaze down to my chest. My nipples have caught up with my arousal, becoming taut against the fabric of my tank top. He brings his mouth down and places a kiss on each one through my shirt, a whine escaping my lips at the sensation. He reaches up and places a tender kiss to the burn on my chest, careful not to be too rough.

His hands trail up my hips before moving up and pulling down on the neckline of my top, my breasts spilling out inches from his face.

“So perfect.” He whispers against my skin while placing kisses spanning across my chest.

My head falls back and I grip into his soft hair, pulling on it and earning a low groan. His tongue circles my left nipple before he latches onto it, sucking slowly as his blue eyes lock onto mine. I push his hair out of his forehead as he switches to the other nipple, flicking his tongue across it before sucking a little more harshly.

I can feel him growing beneath me, his erection pressing against my clothed core. I instinctively grind down against it, causing his lips to stall on my nipple and a low moan to escape his throat. He bucks up for more, his throbbing dick providing a delicious pressure against me. His hands leave my body and he pulls his shirt off, leaning back on his hands, propped up and staring at me intently. His defined torso is etched out in the light, a sheen of sweat over his skin despite the cool night air.

“Fuck.. just keep grinding… please.” He pleads, squirming his hips.

I do as I’m told, my hands reaching up to pull my own tank top over my head as I move back and forth on him. I reach down and run my fingers across his stomach, the rippling muscles tensing beneath my fingers as I circle my hips. His face contorts with pleasure, his chest rising and falling rapidly. I can’t help the little whimpers that fall past my lips, my core now dripping with need. The layers of clothing between us do nothing to stop the feeling of his rock hard erection against my clit.

“Nathan.. I need it.” I pant and start loosening the tie on his sweatpants.

“Stand up baby. Let me undress you.” He demands as he guides me to my feet and sits up on the edge of the mattress.

My stomach flutters at the new pet name and at the fact that his lips are now placing hot kisses across the tender fleshy skin. He inches lower, lips grazing against my waistband as he hooks his fingers into them. He looks up at me again with a questioning look, almost as if asking me to confirm I want this for a final time. I nod furiously and he slowly inches the shorts down until they pool around my ankles. He traces the fabric of my underwear lightly before pulling them down, my body now completely exposed in the soft light of my reading lamp. He removes his own pants and boxers in one motion, his dick springing up and a whine falling past his lips at the freeing feeling.

“Now get back on,” he says while resuming his propped up position, “I like seeing your tits in my face.”

The dirty words make my stomach flip. I climb back on top of him, my dripping pussy sliding up across his length, my core clenching in response. I repeat it a few times, gripping onto his shoulders as I slide back and forth across his cock feeling every vein running across its surface. He grips his base with one hand as I lift up, lining himself up with my entrance. I sink down, feeling my walls stretch around him as I take him inch by inch.

“So tight, fuck..” he groans, hips stuttering and resisting the urge to shove all the way into me.

“Y-you’re so big, Nathan.” I whimper, pain turning into pleasure as I begin to loosen up and sink completely down.

“Don’t flatter me, baby.” He smirks and brings a thumb to his mouth, licking it and bringing it down to rub my clit.

I moan out and immediately stop myself, worried about waking the boys who are just a couple thin fabric walls away from us. Nate shushes me and rubs back and forth tantalizingly slow, his pressure rough. I start to bounce up and down on him, gripping onto the arm that’s still propping himself up. The muscles are flexed and hard, and his tanned skin is clammy beneath my fingertips.

His finger leaves my clit and reaches up to pinch my nipple, rolling and tugging on it as I ride him. We’re both panting and holding back our sounds, swallowing them down before they have the chance to escape. His eyes are fully blown out as he bites onto his lip.

“N-Nathan please.. touch me again.” I whisper, sinking down to take all of him back inside and rolling my hips.

“You like when I play with your clit?” He asks with a smug grin before bringing his thumb back down, rubbing faster this time.

“U-uh.. mhm… fuck.” I can barely form words, the pleasure making my brain cloudy.

My thighs burn as I bounce up and down, feeling his swollen tip brush against my walls with every movement. He starts to buck his hips up along with my movements, pushing himself impossibly deep into my core. I taste iron in my mouth as I bite onto my bottom lip, desperate to keep my moans contained. A pressure is building in my lower stomach as he toys with me, his index finger inching its way to my clit to roll it between his thumb.

In the blink of an eye he’s on top of me, his chain dangling over my face. He hooks one of his arms around my thigh and pushes it up against my stomach, the other sprawled out to the side. His other arm props himself up above me, his veins lining his arms and straining underneath his skin.

He pushes into me and curses fall out of his mouth as he begins to pump in and out. His hips slap against my skin rhythmically, my breasts bouncing with each impact. Each thrust brings me closer to the edge as head brushes repeatedly against my g spot.

“I’m close, baby. F-fuck.. wanna cum in you so bad..” he groans, his head falling down into my neck.

I lean over and hover my lips by his ear. “Please, Nathan..” I almost beg, my pussy starting to clench around him already.

My pleas send him over the edge, his dick twitching as he shoots his load into me. He pushes all the way in as he paints my walls, and the sensation brings me to my own climax. My stomach clenches as I throb around him, his name falling out of my lips over and over. We moan out together as we ride through our releases, my hands clawing down his back as I arch up off the bed against him. He falls down on top of me, my breath hitching at the feeling of his dick sliding out, still so sensitive from my climax.

“Oh my god.” He pants out as he rolls over to lay down beside me.

My head is swimming and my entire body is pulsing. I look over and place a soft kiss against his lips, too tired to even think about talking right now.

We lay together for a while, drinking in the bliss and caressing each other with soft hands. He eventually gets up to rummage through my bags, finding a pack of baby wipes. He tenderly cleans me up before grabbing a new one and cleans himself off. We redress and he plops back down into the mattress.

“As much as I would love to sleep in here..” he starts, leaving the statement open ended.

“I know. It’s okay.” I smile and pull him closer, brushing the hair out of his eyes.

He melts against me and cuddles against my chest. Time feels slow as we listen to the babbling creek and the crickets chirping in the woods.

A different kind of chirping causes me to shoot my eyes open, panic flooding in as I see the light through the tent and Nate’s chest rising and falling underneath my blanket. I hit his chest and he jumps, his eyes flying open and the same panicked look written across his face.

“What are we gonna do?” I whisper, rubbing my hands across my face.

“Hey.” He grabs my hands, pulling them away from my face. “I’ll just sneak into my tent and go to sleep next to Nick like I was supposed to.”

I nod frantically and lay down, faking sleep as he presses a kiss against my hair and hurries to undo the zipper on the door.

“Fuck.” He mumbles.

“What, Nathan?” I sit up, scanning around to see what he’s so worried about.

To our surprise, all three boys sit around the fire pit with a flame already blazing, cups of hot chocolate in their hands as they smirk and laugh over at us.

“You guys have fun last night?”

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[sleepyhutcherson]

can you write a fic where mike is jerking off to a pic of reader because she’s on vacation or a family trip?

please.

pairing: mike schmidt x gn!reader

contains: nsfw, minors dni, m!masturbation, sub!mike. let me know if i forgot anything else!

a/n: eee thank you for your request (๑>◡<๑) hopefully this isn’t too boring lmao hope you enjoy <3 !!

mike becomes so desperate when you’re gone—you’ve only been gone for four days and you wouldn’t be returning from your holiday with your parents for another three days which wasn’t long…but it was too long for mike. he’s used to having you around all day but now the house is extra quiet without you and he hates it.

you call him everyday, you text him whenever you can and mike appreciates it, he feels less alone when he’s talking or texting you. albeit, there’s a familiar melancholy feeling that washes over him the moment he hangs up with you, your goodbyes only reminding him you’re not there with him. he misses you terribly, it’s almost so pathetic how much he misses you. he misses your voice already, your laughter, your smile that he cherishes so much, your lips, your skin…the way he would have access to it, running his digits against your soft skin whenever he craved your touch. god, he missed you so, so much. he missed the sounds you would make whenever he was burying his cock inside of you, the way you would praise him for doing such a good job fucking you, the sight of you bouncing on his cock while he whined and begged for you to let him cum.

a whine falls from his lips once he’s brought back to reality, the living room’s empty and it’s almost dark out, his cock twitching in his boxers. he needs you now - fuck, he needs you so bad. a sob escapes from him… it’s such a pathetic sound it only makes him more desperate for you. he thinks about calling you, he needs your attention, but he isn’t sure you’ll be able to help him with his little problem—what if you’re with your parents? he can’t risk that. instead, he scrolls through your messages, back to that photo you sent of yourself a few days ago. it was a low quality photo, one that shouldn’t have brought him the pleasure it did, but you just looked so beautiful.

he fiddles with his belt, struggling with one hand. once he finally manages, he unbuttons his jeans pulling them down along with his boxers, letting them fall down to his ankles. he positions his phone in front of him where he can get a good look at you. he starts stroking his cock, pre cum dripping from the tip… he’s lucky he has the house to himself considering how loud he starts to get. he whines, begging for you… “please, please, please,” he begs, his cock throbbing in his hand as he’s stroking it. he stares at the photo of you, eyes brimming with tears at the overstimulation. he quickens his strokes, his cock desperately wanting to release. “mm’so good. please, please let me come.” he whines, bucking into his fist. the thought of you denying his release only made him harder.

his eyes were hazy, daring to shut but he so desperately wanted to continue to stare at how fucking hot you looked in that photo. more whines escaped from his mouth, crying out your name, begging for you to let him come. “i’ll… i’ll be so good for you just - fuck - please let me come,” he cried out, picking up the pace. lewd sounds of his hand pumping his cock and his whimpering sounds filled the home, he wondered if the neighbours could hear him. god, he wished you could hear him. hear how much he needed you—how eager and hungry he was for you, for your touch; for all of you.

he was close. he continued to stroke himself, the thought of your pretty hands around his cock only bring him closer to his release. “m’so close, baby. please let me come.” he sobs and like that he threw his head back, a loud final groan slipping from his lips as he bucked into his hand one last time before finishing, his come coating him. he panted heavily trying to catch his breath—he was a complete mess now. his hair sweaty, sticking to his forehead, cheeks flushed, his hand covered in come. if only you could’ve seen him like this.

[leaawrites]

You're everything.

Percy Jackson x fem!daughter of Hecate reader

Based on this request.

Summary: Percy and Y/n spend the holidays at the beach, though one thing is keeping them from enjoying the sea.

Warnings: mentions of body insecurity (you are all beautiful! Don't forget that, please. Love, me.), mentions of Y/n, very bad jokes and flirting, mentions of one's period, aged up Characters, sexual referencing (?)

Wordcount: 1.1k

Masterlist

“What is going on?” Percy asked, watching his girlfriend make herself comfortable on the towel she brought to the beach.

For Percy, vacation was just another reason to enjoy the sea. Just in another country. And most times that was the same reasoning for Y/n, though it seems like this might have changed.

“You can go in the water, I will just sun bath for a bit longer,” the girl said, whisking him away with a shake of her hand. Trying to push his shadow from her already burning frame.

“You never sun bath,” Percy pointed out, proving once again how good he knew his girlfriend. “Especially not with a shirt on.”

“It’s just a bit windy and fresh, nothing more,” she dismissed it.

Percy looked around the beach as if he tried to catch a glimpse of the ‘wind’ his girlfriend was referring to. He saw the kids playing in the water and the other couples laying in the sun or in the water, but there was no trace of any wind. It may not be the hottest day of the time they were here, but it wasn’t cold.

“Love, I think you might be sick, because I can’t feel any wind,” he pointed out, letting his hands rest on top of his waist.

Y/n looked up at him, lifting her upper body and supporting it’s weight on her elbows. She pushed down her sunglasses and shot him a pointed look. “I’m not sick,” she said, glaring at him.

“Then what is it?” He asked confused as to why she was being so grumpy all of a second. Normally he would understand, since those were the day before she got her period, though he knew for a fact that she already had it before the holiday. So that couldn’t be it.

“Nothing,” she dismissed him again, laying back down, sunglasses over her eyes. They hid her. They hid the tears that started to form in her eyes as the thoughts came crashing down on her again. Silence worsened them, but the guilt that came with lying about it was heavier. They made her feel heavier than she already did.

“You know, your mother isn’t a friend of liars. Imagine how dissapointed she is right now,” Percy used her mother most times to make her talk. She was seen as the protector of humans, which made her restless once you betray her.

“I mean look at you, you’re so hot and then there’s me,” she blurted out, throwing her hands up at the sky in desperation.

Percy caught one of her hands, pulling her up. As the two had both feet on stable ground, Percy pulled her closer. Mouth agape and disbelief in his eyes. “Are you fucking kidding me right now? As if you’re not everything.”

“What?” She looked up at him confused. Sure, people called her cool, or pretty, pr maybe even - when you reach very far - beautiful. But she was never called everything. Everything was a praise she craved. She never wanted to be just something, she wanted to be everything to someone and now she was. She was Percy’s everything.

“Babe, you are fucking gorgeous. Gods, I even heard Aphrodite is jealous of you,” Percy joked, making her laugh.

“Yeah, right.” Y/n rolled her eyes at his stupid way of making her feel better. If Aphrodite felt jealous, she would be 6 feet under already. And now - thanks to Percy’s comment - she had to sleep with one eye open at night. Gods may not be the best people, though they are definitely the most jealous ones.

“I’m being dead serious here. If you want me to prove it I will die. Talking of dying, if I’m dead write that on my grave stone: “I wish I was at least half as hot as my girlfriend.” His jokes never got any better than this. Always a silly tone and a serious face.

“I’m not gonna let you die,” she whispered, letting a small smile cradle on her face. Affection filling her eyes and insides. If she was everything, then he was eternity.

“And I’m not gonna let you lie about how you look,” Percy whispered back. Taking her hands up to his face he kissed her knuckles, watching her intensely as if to prove his point.

Y/n’s breath hitched, getting caught up in the way his eyes basically begged her to believe him.

“OK, what if we make a deal. You don’t die until we’re 90 and I won’t talk bad about my body anymore,” she said, pulling herself out of her thoughts before they got too intimate for a public place like this.

“Think,” Percy said.

“About what?” The girl asked back confused.

“You shouldn’t think bad about your body anymore. You’re not allowed to,” he stated, his voice growing quieter and darker.

“I’m not allowed to?” She asked, sounding almost offended.

“Look, I’m all about not telling women what they have to do like they’re not a human being, but that is where I personally draw the line,” he said, lifting his hands in his defense, pulling hers with his as he still held them tightly.

“Wow, you feminist,” she praised him, making him grin wider than before. Somehow, Percy’s smile always made her smile as well. It was like a curse. A curse that she wasn’t too mad about. Percy knew. He knew that his smile was infatuates to her, that’s why he smiled more around her. Letting his happiness radiate in every space they were in, as long as they were together it was uncontrollable.

“I know, right? Got raised well,” he said, looking proud of the mention of his mother.

“I guess I have to thank Sally now?” She asked, warmth filling her as she thought of the woman. Sally was a kind soul, nothing else but sunshine. She made her son just the same.

“I have her on speed dial if you want to,” Percy claimed.

Y/n laughs. “That’s cute,” she commented.

“You’re there as well,” Percy said, looking down. He looked almost ashamed of it, though it was his own decision to do so and mention it.

“Aww.” Y/n melted at the simple gesture of trust. If something happened to him, he wanted her to know.

“Even though I think, in an emergency situation, they are gonna call the contact ‘Mom’ and not ‘super hot chick’,” Percy looked back up as he said so, a smirk plastered on his face.

“Oh my gods, Percy.” Y/n laughed. There he was again, she thought. The boy I love so much. Silly and funny.

“Now get that shirt off your beautiful body before I will and get in the water with me,” Percy urged her, already jumping up and down out of excitement for the water.

Y/n hesitated for a moment before pulling the shirt over her head and sprinting down the beach to the water, closely followed by Percy who yelled at her for a jumping the start of their race.

[dimlylittorch]

18+ MDNI

Club owner!John Price x transmasc!chubby!sweetheart!innocent!reader

I’m just craving to write something so self serving y’all- very much my kind of thing i like to read so I hope someone else might enjoy it too💀

My Masterlist🌿

It wasn’t your first time in a club, of course. You went once with one of your college clubs, so that totally counts right? Then again, that was just a basic campus dive bar. This place was a little more high end, but it came with great reviews.

You decided to dress casually- I mean it was basically a bar with extra add ons right? Who wouldn’t dress comfortably? Slipping into a slightly baggy Hawaiian shirt and some solid colored shorts to accommodate, you walked in front of your bathroom mirror and looked yourself over. A usual outfit for you, but you picked one of your prettier ones for the benefit of the doubt. A tan colored shirt with a dark red and green rose pattern on it.. who wouldn’t think it’s cute? And doesn’t everyone love to feel like they’re on vacation when at a bar? It was simple, really. You couldn’t see any reason not to wear it.

That is until you walk into the place.

Women wearing nice dresses, some men in suits.. you stuck out like a sore thumb. You already feel the embarrassment rising in your cheeks as you start to get stares, but you quickly calm yourself. Standing out is good. If they’re staring for that long, they must like my outfit, right? Maybe someone will ask me where I got it- which leads to a conversation, which leads to no more embarrassment. Everything’s fine.

You smiled softly to yourself as you eased your anxious thoughts, walking up to the bar and leaning over it a little rather than sitting at a stool.

“Could I just get an ice water please?” You ask sweetly with a smile to the bartender, earning you a questioning look. Your brain quickly tries to rationalize why he looked at you that way- many people didn’t order water a lot so he didn’t know what kind of glass to put it in? “You can just put it in a whiskey glass- makes me feel fancy” you beam at him. Of course, the bartender still was confused, but you didn’t pay any mind. You didn’t think he had any reason to he confused, so you didn’t worry about it.

Once you get your water, rather than sitting at a table you start to make your rounds, gently wandering around the club, lots of eyes on you, which you ignore with a smile to every persons gaze you catch. As you wander, you reach the more strip club-esque area, dancers on stage and walking around with lots of people sitting and watching. Men cheering and women laughing. You decide to grab a seat right in front of the stage, pulling out your wallet and pulling out the few bills you had. It wasn’t much, but it seemed rude to not tip the dancers.

The next performance starts and a woman starts her dance in front of you, meeting your gaze once or twice. You weren’t like the usual customer, not eye fucking her and practically salivating in your seat. You were actually watching her dancing, enjoying the performance like most people should. At the end of the routine, most people start throwing bills at her on stage, which to you seemed a little rude. You gently stand from your seat, leaning forward and offering her your money instead, earning you points and laughs from most of the other patrons.

“You did really well” you say softly with a genuine smile as she takes the money before you sit back down meekly, knowing everyone was making comments about you.

That was definitely a new experience for her, not often being treated with respect at her night job. She heads to the back after her performance, seeing her boss walking by.

“How did tonight go?” He asks with a cigar hanging from his lips.

“Not too bad. Made a decent amount.” She sighs softly. “The funniest thing though- there’s some kid out there, being all sweet and handing me the money.” She chuckles. “Poor thing got laughed at pretty hard.” She adds before she heads down the hallway.

John’s ears perk up at her words, his eyes turning towards the door that leads to the audience. He decides to peek out into the crowd, and his eyes land on a young man in a Hawaiian shirt, slipping his wallet into his pocket before he stands up from his seat and starts to leave the performance area. John’s curiosity is peaked. How is it that a sweet looking kid like that managed to wander into his club?

As you leave the performance area, you start to turn back towards the bar area, when you hear a voice behind you.

“Didn’t like the performance enough to stay?” A rough voice speaks from behind you. You quickly turn around, looking up at a tall man in a dark suit with a white button down, a few of the buttons undone so you could see some of his chest hair peeking out. He was definitely older- but also definitely attractive. Your eyes widen at his words, finally registering what he said.

“No! No- no, not at all” you ramble out quickly. “It was great- I just-“ you chuckle, clearly anxious about saying the wrong thing. He was pretty intimidating to look at. “I ran out of cash. And I didn’t want to not tip the next performers.” You add softly.

John smirks at how anxious you are around him, fully prepared to attempt to make you flustered. “Or maybe you just don’t like men.” He smirks as he gestures to the next performance, a male dancer taking the stage this time. He watches your eyes widen as your gaze catches the dancer, your cheeks heating up ever so slightly before you look away shyly.

“I-“ you start to whisper, but he quickly cuts you off.

“You like how he looks, hm?” He murmurs amusedly. “His name is Soap. Why don’t you come sit with me. We can watch him together.” He offers with a smirk.

Your cheeks are already red from standing in front of one of the most attractive men you’ve seen in a while- but the thought of watching a strip show with him? Jesus. How could you say no?

“Alright” you say softly, shyly following him to a nicer table in what seemed to be the V.I.P section. You set your glass of ice water on the table, glancing around absentmindedly before you look up to him. “Are there any coasters?” Your soft voice speaks.

John can’t help but let out a soft chuckle at your words, leaning back in the booth and raising his arms over the back of it.

“No coasters.” He murmurs. It occurs to him that I probably have no idea who he is. No idea that he owns this club. It’s the innocence as a whole that intrigues him.. the genuine smile, casual clothing.

“Right” you whisper softly, taking the glass off of the table and holding it on your lap, much to his amusement. As he watches the dancer on stage, you carefully glance over his form, taking him in. He was tall, well built, but not too muscular. He had a pouch on his stomach area, but who doesn’t love a dad bod? He looks.. good. Really good. Sure, plenty of guys are attractive, but he just seems to have all of the good qualities mixed into one man. Strong, yet soft, intimidating but not scary. You felt safe with him, surprisingly.

“You’re new here.” He murmurs as he looks across the crowd, paying attention to the performance, as if making sure the routine is going as it should. “Yeah.” You say softly as you sip your water. “I don’t drink much.” You add quietly.

“But you’re here?” He questions as he looks at you, his eyebrow raising slightly. “Forgive me for wanting to adventure out a little.” You chuckle softly. “It seemed.. nice. The ratings were good.” As he’s about to reply, a round of applause starts off, Soap’s routine having ended. You quickly set your glass in between your legs, clapping as you look towards the stage with a smile.

“He did really well” you smile at John when you glance over at him. John smirks slightly when he sees your smile, and he reaches over, grabbing the glass from in between your legs and holding it.

“Wouldn’t want your thighs to get cold, love.” He murmurs with a small smirk as he looks off towards Soap. Before you can reply, the stage is set for a new performance, and a freshly dressed Soap approaches the booth.

“How’d I do, sir?” He grins down at John.

“As good as ever” he smirks as he gestures to me. “Soap, this is my new friend..?”

“Y/n” you say with a sweet smile towards Soap. It’s a little awkward considering you were just watching him grind against a stage. “You’re a really good dancer”

Soap grins and puffs out his chest slightly with a smirk. “I’m a good dancer in private too, if you ever happen to be interested” he winks.

“Oh buzz off Johnny. I’m sure there are plenty of people waiting for you back stage.” John scoffs.

Your cheeks redden slightly, a shy chuckle slipping past your lips, making John glance over at you.

“Unless you’re interested, love.” He murmurs with a curious gaze.

Your eyes meet his and they widen slightly. “No! No-“ you say quickly. “I mean- I’m flattered- you’re- you’re very pretty” I chuckle shyly as your eyes meet Soap’s. You see grins starting to form on both of their faces, and your cheeks heat up further. “I- um” you stutter. “Thank you for the offer” you finally manage to spit out.

Both of the men start to chuckle amongst themselves, Soap leaning over the table to get a better look at you.

“Pretty boy, you’re allowed to say yes” he smirks. “Unless I’m not your type..” he fake pouts a little.

As he leans closer, your hearts speeds up a little. “You are” you whisper softly. “I’m just.. probably not a good candidate” you murmur with an apologetic smile.

Soap offers a small smile, standing back up with a nod. “No worries, pretty boy. I’m always around if you change your mind” he winks before he pats John’s shoulder, then heading off backstage.

John smirks as he sees your reddened cheeks, his gaze affectionate. “Not a good candidate, eh?”

You sigh softly, taking a sip of water. “Trans” you murmur without much more explanation. “By the time I explain it to people, the mood is ruined.”

“You kidding?” I laughs. “Soap will fuck just about anything. No need to be worried about that in here” he murmurs as he finishes his glass of whiskey. “Cmon. I’m taking you back” he says as he stands up, holding out his hand.

You glance at his outstretched hand, blinking a little in confusion. After a few moments you take it, standing up and letting him lead you backstage.

tips and requests are open :D

haven’t been on my writing game lately so i’m sorry if this wasn’t that great!

[sleep-0-deprived]

hello! I was wondering if you could write about Top!Sigma×Bottom!reader, where apparently the reader is shy, but actually he has a pretty perverted mind. Could it be Sigma dominant?. Sorry if something was misunderstood, English is not my main language.

Top dom Sigma x bottom sub male reader

Top sigma x bottom male reader

Female aligned dni nsfw content below 18+ only

I hope you enjoy it I’m sorry it took me so long to post I was on vacation

Something sigma would’ve never guessed is that you where so perverted and he found that out the hard way. Sigma just came home from work but as soon as he walked through the door all that could be heard was your loud moans, sigma’s heart started racing at the thought of you cheating on him but as soon as he opened your shared bedrooms door he learned that was not the case but in stead he found you riding a dildo while stroking your cock. Shocked would have been an understatement soon Sigma’s fear turned into lust as he saw you try to cover up and explain yourself but Sigma soon stopped you “oh honey please continue the show” Sigma said as he stared your body up and down “but it’s embarrassing” you moaned out feeling flushed from being walked in on “you didn’t seem all that embarrassed when you were riding that toy” he spewed in your ear “start riding” sigma demanded. As soon as the words left sigma’s mouth you started to lift up and sit down riding the dildo “so obedient” the male praised “ahh~” you moaned shamelessly as sigma’s words went straight to your dick “I’m so close hahh~” you screamed out as the humiliation burned bright red on your face “only good boys get to cum, have you been a good boy?” The long haired man groaned watching you desperately ride the dildo, “yes I have been a very good boy please~” you moaned out as you desperately tried to make the dildo hit your prostate “please sigma~” you screamed as you tried to chase your high “fine you can cum” sigma said, right as the words left the males mouth you came, your cum shooting up your stomach and dripping off your chest “such a good boy aren’t you cumming on my command” the bigger man spoke turning you on your stomach while pushing the dildo deeper into you “just fuck me already~” You moaned letting all shyness go away letting only hazed lust fill your mind “so impatient but since you’ve been such a good boy I think you deserve a reward” sigma spoke pulling the dildo out of your gaping hole as he started taking his clothes off “after that show you put on your already prepped” the male grunted as he aligned his dick up to your hole and bottomed out in you “hahh fuck sigma right there~” you screamed feeling something hitting your neglected prostate “your so tight” sigma said pulling your hips into his while thrusting into you hard “oh fuck~” you moaned feeling sigma rearranging your guts as he started to pick his pace up while gripping your hips hard enough too bruise “such a whore moaning over my dick I bet you wanted to get caught” sigma spewed into your ear as he fucked you at a rough pace “so good~” you moaned out as sigma’s harsh words went straight to your dick sigma took notice to that “you like to be degraded like a complete slut don’t you?” Sigma groaned out fucking you so hard you see stars “yes please I’m your slut~” you screamed letting your eye roll back as sigma rammed into your prostate “I’m close sigma~” you moaned for the second time of the night “me too baby just hold on” sigma grunted out as he picked the pace up “oh god I’m gonna~” before you could Finnish your sentence sigma rammed into you one more time making you cum on your stomach again but sigma didn’t stop he continued to thrust into you still chasing his own orgasm soon sigma came in your stomach letting his hot seed fill you up “ahh~” you moaned out cumming again at the feeling of being so full, shortly after you give out on your shared bed “your so cute but who said we were done baby~” sigma cooed in your ears as he gripped your hips. You knew you were in for a long night

[lovexjoe]

can you write a vacation sex for jacob please❤️

Vacation Love 

Jacob and Y/N was captivated by the scenery of Cancun from their ocean view dinner. He missed her so much while filming it was the longest they been away from each other since they started dating back in 2018. Y/N was getting more gigs from clothing and makeup companies so she’s been filming her own content almost everyday. After he wrapped up filming, he laid in his hotel room, flipping through his photos of them. Two months without each other was brutal. He missed her touch, her scent and mostly her love. He booked a surprise trip without even asking her, hoping she doesn’t have any work related projects for the next week. 

He sends her a text, knowing it’s 1am in London right now. 

“You and Me? Cancun Mexico! 👩‍❤️‍👨Your plane is booked, better start packing ✈️ is at 10am. Can’t wait to see you, my love 😍 ” 

That risky text was the best one he has sent yet. All her projects weren’t due for the next 2 weeks so he had all of her attention. She hopped on the flight now here they were. After a long day of ATVing, ziplining and swimming in cenotes. They were 4 tequila shots in and couldn’t keep their hands off each other. The waitor cleared out their plates and they continue to enjoy their drinks. 

“I’ve missed you so much, I feel like I’ve said it a million times since you landed. But it’s true.” He intertwines your fingers, just the slightest touch was giving you fanny flutters. You missed him THAT bad. You started to rub your leg against his and he clears his throat. 

“Babe, don’t you still want dessert?” He tries to maintain a straight face, but he biting back a big smile. 

“I do, but I rather have you instead…” You give him the most seductive look he couldn’t think of anything else except 

“Waitor! Check please.” 

He scans the hotel card and he waste no time pulling you into the room. He lips meeting yours, the both of you hungry for each other. Two months was too long. 60 days without each other’s touch, you could say you two were desperate and that’s totally fine. That’s what comes with being in love. His beard tickles your neck as he bites and sucks on your sweet spot. 

He sits on the bed, pulling you into his lap and facing you towards the floor length mirror. Pulling your dress up, revealing you had no panties on the entire time and he smirks. 

“Fuck you look so good baby. I missed this pussy.” He gives your pussy a slap causing you to gasp. His palm hitting your clit was a different sensation. The liquor consumed at dinner was taking over and the yearning for each other was too. He spreads your legs out wider using his legs as you lay your head against his chest. His slowly starts to play with your clit, then slipping two fingers inside earning a moan. 

“Watch yourself baby. You are a sight to see” He already has you dazed, you open your eyes and oh my was he right. It was a sight to see. He continues to work his fingers inside you, bringing you to your first orgasm. Nothing compares to his touch, not your fingers or toys. You removed your dress fully before straddling him. 

“I think it’s time you watch closely, cause you’re a sight to see my love” This is the first time you’ve left Jacob speechless. You slipped his pants and boxers off: ripping his button up open. Both of you laughing as you hear the buttons hit the floor. You positioned yourself and slipped him in, earning a moan from him. 

“Fuckkk Y/N” you looked behind at the mirror as he spreads your cheeks taking in the glory of your tightness around him. 

“Baaabyyy you’re stretching me out” You hold onto him and you start to bounce faster. 

“I missed you baby... uhhh fuck just like that!” he gives your ass a slap as he watches you through the mirror. He doesn’t think he can hold on for long. He holds you close as he fills you up with his release. Both of you sweaty and panting against each others skin. 

“Round 2?” Y/N says causing Jacob to laugh. 

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[guiltyasdave]

carve your name into my bedpost

series masterlist • this is part II

pairing: Dave York x f!reader

a/n: I have nothing to say for myself. The murder daddy brain rot is very real, and I was ovulating while writing most of this.

word count: ~5k

summary: Your vacation with Dave is going great. So great that you decide to rile him up, just a little bit. What’s the worst that could happen, right?

warnings: explicit 18+ content, mdni! bits of angst, bits of fluff, dubious morals (Dave is cheating on his wife), age-gap implied, able-bodied reader, Dave pulls her hair, dom!Dave, sub!reader, rough sex, semi-public touching, sir kink, degradation kink, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected p in v (reader is on birth control in my head, but it’s not mentioned in the fic), brat taming, dirty talk, Dave is a menace, face & pussy slapping, handcuffs, knife play, spit kink, a hint of somnophilia, idiots in love, let me know if I missed any!

You wake up to the feeling of fingers drawing shapes over your naked stomach, occasionally dipping down between your legs, then travelling back up. Your back is pressed against Dave’s bare chest, your hips flush with his. One of his fingers slides up to your breasts and slowly traces around a nipple, just teasing, never touching the tip, only circling around it.

You give a little whine and hear Dave chuckle into your hair. “Good morning, sweetheart,” he whispers and switches to your other breast, continuing his teasing. You squirm against him, rolling your hips into his and you feel his cock swelling against your backside.

“Good morning,” you sigh happily and twist your neck to let your lips brush against Dave’s.

He takes hold of your chin and kisses you deeply as his other hand slips between your legs again, lazily toying with your clit, your moans being swallowed by his mouth. His fingers dip deeper, prodding at your entrance, swirling through the slick that has already gathered there.

“Always so wet for me,” he murmurs and you can feel him smiling against your mouth, “so eager for everything I give you.” He thrusts two fingers into you and you whine, angling your hips to take them deeper. “Been such a good girl for me last night, took me so well.”

You already feel breathless, your sleep-addled brain still trying to catch up with everything that’s happening right now and you clench around his fingers at the praise, causing him to chuckle.

“Gonna give you a little reward.”

He feels sweeter like this, softer than usual, not as demanding. He trails kisses across your neck and you moan more freely, getting lost in the sensations all over your body. When he pulls his fingers out of you, you almost start to protest, but he presses another kiss against your opened mouth and flips you onto your back, seating himself between your legs.

He dives in before you can even fully register what’s happening, licking a long stripe up your pussy and then sucking your clit into his mouth. You cry out, your hands flying to his head and threading your fingers through his messy morning hair.

“Holy fuck Dave, oh my god-“

You barely get the words out, your mind already lost in a haze of pleasure. He hums against your clit, the vibration causing your hips to buck and he places his forearm over your stomach, holding you down as he slips two fingers back inside of you and curls them slightly. Your thighs start quivering and you’re already embarrassingly close to an orgasm. “Please don’t stop, I’m gonna-“ you pant and he groans against you, adding a third finger and pressing down on your lower abdomen.

“Show me how pretty you come for me, wanna taste you doll, come on.”

He sucks on your clit again and your eyes roll back into your head as you pulse around his fingers and soak him, your orgasm washing over you.

You’re still trembling with the aftershocks as he pulls his fingers out of you and presses them against your lips. You open your mouth obediently, almost an instinct at this point, and suck on them, your tongue swirling around and tasting yourself until his fingers are cleaned of your juices.

“Good girl,” he praises before his lips find yours again, licking into your mouth, so you can taste yourself on his tongue as well.

His erection is prodding against your entrance and even though you just came, you feel desperate to have him inside of you. “Please,” you whisper, grinding against him. He doesn’t mock you, doesn’t make you beg, just keeps devouring your mouth as he lines himself up and slides into you in one hard thrust, making your walls flutter around him. You swallow each other’s moans and he starts pounding into you, his hand traveling down to tease your nipples and you wrap your legs around him, pulling him in deeper.

It feels like your first orgasm has barely subsided when the tension is already building up again and you’re clenching around him. He starts rubbing your still overstimulated clit and you cry out, another orgasm tearing through your body. Dave groans loudly, sounding almost surprised as his hips come to a stuttering halt and he spills himself inside of you.

“Good morning, indeed,” you giggle as he slides out of you, collapses beside you and pulls you into his warm body. The soft laugh that rumbles up in his chest has butterflies fluttering in your stomach. He holds you pressed against him and you revel in breathing him in, hints of expensive perfume clinging to him, but mostly it’s just his own deliciously masculine scent, more intense after just waking up. You burrow your face in his neck and breathe in deeply, his arms tightening around you.

“You sleep well?” he asks softly and you hum against his skin.

“Got woken up pretty well, too,” you allow yourself to tease and he pinches your side, causing you to giggle again. Your hear his responding chuckle and smile to yourself.

You’re not used to him being in such a good mood, how he’s so much less tense than usual and how the air around him somehow feels lighter. It feels good to experience him like this, it feels… right. Even more butterflies take flight inside of you and you try your best to swallow the feeling down. No matter how good it feels, you can’t allow yourself to get used to this.

While you take a shower, Dave orders breakfast via room service and you decide to eat on the balcony and enjoy the view from there. Sitting in the early morning light with the sound of the waves in your ears and your face turned towards the sun, you can’t stop smiling.

You sip on your coffee and catch Dave staring at you with an expression in his eyes that you can’t place. Almost a little… reverent? His gaze feels heavy on your skin.

“So, what is the plan for today?” you ask, desperate to break the sudden tension, and start nibbling on a croissant that might be one of the best that you’ve ever tasted. Dave shrugs, tearing his eyes from you and looking out at the sea that’s stretching out in front of you.

“I was thinking we could spend the day on the beach, if you want to?” Your face lights up and you nod eagerly - you have been dreaming about swimming in that turquoise water since you first saw it yesterday.

You put on an extremely skimpy white bikini and Dave eyes you hungrily, making a remark about how the color suggests that you’re a lot more innocent than you actually are.

“But we both know that’s not true, now don’t we, doll?” he murmurs into your ear, toying with the straps and causing goosebumps to rise on your neck, as he’s very thoroughly mapping out every inch of your skin with his hands. He’s kneading your breasts until you’re a mess in front of him, already soaking through your bikini bottoms, before he moves on to your legs.

“I could’ve gone a lot harder on you last night. Think you should thank me,” he tells you as his hands massage your ass cheeks, still bruised from his rough touch yesterday, and dip between your legs briefly, causing you to whimper a “Thank you, sir” that makes him laugh.

“Such a needy little thing. So easily distracted.”

When you finally make it down to the beach, you’re instantly mesmerised by the sheer beauty of it all. The sand under your bare feet is pleasantly warm from the sunlight and the waves are louder down here.

There are only a few other hotel guests, already lounging on sun beds and not paying the both of you any mind. Dave leads you to two sun beds somewhere close to the far end and you happily sit down, letting the sun sink into your skin. Your eyes repeatedly flick to Dave, the sight of the golden skin on his bare torso and sheer broadness of him leaving you a little breathless.

You barely manage to sit still for five minutes before you jump up again. “Come swim with me?” you ask hopefully, stretching your hand out towards him. He just looks at you for a moment, his eyes roaming over your body and a small smile playing on his lips. Then he grabs your hand and lets you pull him up and towards the water. You squeal in delight as the waves touch your feet and you turn back to beam at him. That smile is still on his face, but he isn’t paying attention to the waves lapping at his feet or the beautiful scenery around him. His eyes are firmly trained on you.

It draws you in, the intensity of his gaze, and you take a few steps back, towards him, loop your hands around his neck and pull him into a kiss. “Thank you for this,” you whisper again, because you really can’t say it often enough and he shakes his head, still smiling.

“Already told you that you deserve it.”

You still can’t believe that he really thinks that and you could very easily spiral about how it’s all too much and what it all means, but you push those thoughts away, at least for now. You’re in the most beautiful place you’ve ever been to, with the -let’s face it- most attractive man you’ve ever seen, and you should let yourself enjoy it.

You can worry about this later, when you’re both back home, you alone in your small apartment and him in his suburban house with this family. God damn it, you think to yourself and bite your lip. Just be thankful for what it is.

“Hey,” he murmurs, leaning in closer to you, his thumb gently prying your bottom lip out from beneath your teeth. “Where’d you go there, sweetheart?”

You shake your head, looking around and taking your surroundings back in. It’s so beautiful. He is so beautiful. You want to be happy, so you should be happy. Your lips pull upwards again. “Nowhere,” you smile and turn back around, pulling him into the water with you.

The sea feels amazing, the temperature refreshing but not so cold as to be uncomfortable and the turquoise water is flowing around you in gentle waves. You let go of his hand and dive in, taking a long stroke, diving under the surface and coming back up again, shaking the water out of your eyes. You can’t help the laugh bubbling up inside of you when you turn back around to Dave.

He’s still standing where you left him, watching you, that same look in his eyes that you saw earlier. The tension between you is back, a sort of crackling energy, and you don’t like how it makes you long for him. Not just his body, but everything. Him.

Desperate to break that tension, you paddle back to him, looking for a way to wipe that look from his face. “You gonna get in, or what?” you ask, and when he doesn’t answer fast enough, you splash a healthy amount of water in his direction. It catches him by surprise, drenching his face and hair and he blinks at you incredulously, shaking his head like a dog and droplets of water hit you. You cackle at his expression and for a moment he looks like he’s about to laugh, too. Then he growls and lunges for you.

You squeal, giggling madly as you’re trying to get away in time, but one strong arm wraps around your middle, pressing your back against his chest. “You think you’re being funny, huh?” His voice is low in your ear, tense, but you’re still shaking with laughter.

“K-kinda, yeah,” you manage to get out, wiggling against his grip, and his hold on you tightens.

“You’re on thin ice here, sweetheart.”

You turn your head around as best as you can to look at his face. “Think it’s too warm for ice,” you whisper before you break down again and he snorts, the corners of his mouth twitching.

“That was terrible,” he tells you and you nod happily, turning around in his arms until you’re facing him.

Maybe it’s the fact that you’re outside where people can see you, maybe it’s this foreign situation that you’ve found yourself in, or maybe you just want to rile him up. Whatever it is, you’re feeling bold. Your arms loop around his neck and you wrap one leg around his hips, basically hanging off of him in the weightlessness of the water. You grind your hips against him and his cock twitches.

“Are you gonna punish me, sir?” you ask, pouting at him and widening your eyes, feigning innocence, “for splashing water at you and making lame jokes?” You give another roll of your hips. His jaw twitches and his large fingers dig into your waist. You briefly feel like you’ve got the upper hand. You’re well aware that he’s not gonna let that last.

“Little brat,” he mutters against your mouth. One of his hands slides from your waist to your breast, kneading it harshly beneath the water’s surface, pinching at your skin. “Won’t be so mouthy once I’ve got you alone, will you? Gonna fuck the attitude right out of you, until it’s all ‘yes, sir’ and ‘sorry, sir’, how’s that sound, doll?”

He twists your nipple, hard, and you gasp. His rough treatment and the dirty words from his mouth are enough to bring your arousal to a burn inside of you, your thighs clenching around his hips. His eyes glint dangerously and his lips pull into a grin. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

You give him your sweetest smile. “I can’t wait. Sir.”

He groans exasperatedly but you can tell that he’s fighting with himself not to smile back. “I know you can’t. Greedy little thing.” He pulls you in for a kiss and you willingly follow his lead, let his tongue invade your mouth until you’re both breathless and clinging to each other.

You look back to the shore. It’s not exactly crowded and it doesn’t look like anyone is paying you much attention, but still. You duck out from under his arms and bring a little bit of distance between the two of you. You’re still feeling too bold for your own good. “Keep it in your pants, York. Don’t wanna get arrested for public indecency.”

Dave shakes his head again, an incredulous expression on his face, but you can tell that he’s amused. “York, huh? That’s how it is?” He catches up to you easily but doesn’t grab you roughly like you had expected him to. Even wanted him to, maybe. His hand finds yours in the water and he gets close enough to press a kiss into your wet hair. “If you’d rather call me Mr. York than Sir, you could’ve just said,” he murmurs and you giggle, but you also can’t help the heat that’s creeping up your cheeks at the thought. The satisfied smirk that gracing his features lets you know that he’s noticed how flustered he’s got you as well.

You stay in the water for a while longer, talking a little but mostly just taking in the scenery around you. The way the sunlight’s reflection glitters on top of the waves, the spotless blue sky, the lush green of the trees lining the mountains around you. You let yourself float on top of the water, closing your eyes and relaxing your limbs, feeling completely weightless. You give a content little sigh, when a splash of water hits you straight in the face.

You gasp, losing your bearings in the sudden surprise and drop under the surface for a second before coming back up, spluttering and coughing up a mouthful of saltwater. You rub the water out of your eyes and narrow them at Dave, who gives you an unimpressed look and arches an eyebrow.

“You dick!” you exclaim and lunge after him, laughter bubbling up in your throat at the ridiculousness of the entire situation. He’s a lot better at escaping than you were, moving through the water quickly, but you can tell that he’s laughing too. When he eventually lets you catch up to him, you cling onto him and let him pull you through the water.

He still looks more relaxed than you’ve ever seen him, the ever-present tension in his body barely noticeable and the expression on his face more open, happier. You pull yourself up and kiss his cheek, just because you can, and he flashes you a warm smile.

It blooms in your chest, filling you with warmth, the knowledge that he’s here with you, because you’re the person that he wanted here with him and that he’s happy. Here. With you. A small voice in your head wants to tell you that this is dangerous, that it has the potential to hurt you later on, but you shove it down. For now, you’re happy too. Here. With him.

Evening rolls around, with another dinner that leaves you completely out of your depth, so you let Dave lead you through it, content with letting him make all the decisions, letting him take care of you.

You continue to let him make all the decisions when you’re back in the suite, which results in your naked form being laid out on the bed. Dave’s standing in front of it, still completely dressed, looking down at you, his eyes flashing darkly. You know that you’ve teased him too much today and that you’re about to pay the price for that. A pleasant shudder runs through you at the thought.

“Arms up. Don’t move,” he commands before turning away from you and rummaging through his suitcase for a few moments before returning to you. He places something on the nightstand with a faint metallic clatter and your gaze flicks towards the sound, but Dave clicks his tongue impatiently.

“Eyes on me, doll.” You obey instantly, watching as he towers over you, catching your wrists in one hand and pulling your arms further towards the headboard. Cold steel closes around your wrists, as he handcuffs you to a bedpost, your arms now permanently trapped above your head.

He adjusts the handcuffs until they’re closed tightly, the metal digging into the skin on your wrists uncomfortably and you bite your lip. It already hurts, but it hurts so so good. Dave’s eyes catch the movement and a smirk curls across his face.

“Yeah, you like that. Been begging for it all day, being a little brat, desperate to be put in your place, ain’t that right?”

“Yes, sir,” you answer quickly, and he lands a harsh slap on your face, your head flying to the side. Pain spreads out from across your cheek and a small moan escapes you.

“Change of pace. You’re calling me Mr. York tonight.” His voice is ice cold as he fists your hair, pulling until your roots are stinging and your neck is straining so that you’re looking up at him again. “Is that understood?”

“Yes, M-Mr. York,” you whisper, your voice already thick with unshed tears, but your pussy is gushing at the new honorific and the controlled coldness that he’s exuding right now. He slaps you again, still holding your head up by your hair.

“You filthy little thing. Mouthing off at me all day and now look at you, being slapped around and liking it. I bet that slutty cunt of yours is already drooling for it, isn’t she?”

“Yes,” you whimper, hastily adding another “Mr. York” when he arches an eyebrow at you.

“Let’s see…” he mutters and slides a hand between your legs, finding you soaking wet from his rough treatment.

“Fucking drenched already, when I’ve barely touched you. Fucking slut.” His hand comes down for a slap straight across your pussy and you cry out at the sharp pain, your hips twitching, chasing the sensation and pulling away from it at the same time.

Dave laughs cruelly and rains more slaps down on you, your cries getting louder with each time and your eyes brimming with tears, but you’re also pretty sure that you’re dripping on the sheets by now. He finally stops and cups your aching center with his large hand. You can feel your hot and swollen flesh pulsing underneath his touch.

“What do you say?” he demands coldly.

“T-thank you, Mr. York,” you manage to stutter out weakly.

“And…?” he prods.

You’re not entirely sure what he wants to hear and shrink under his hard gaze as you whisper, “I-I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For- for being a brat earlier and disrespecting you, I- please, I’m sorry.” Tears are running down your cheeks now as you let yourself fall deeper into the submission, enjoying the sweet bliss of giving up all control, pleasing Dave being the only active thought in your head.

“I know you are, sweetheart,” he coos in mock-sympathy, his eyes still cold and piercing through you. “Just needed to be taught a lesson, huh?” Another slap hits your folds, hurting even more than the previous ones. You nod, your chin wobbling. Your pussy feels like it’s on fire, from the pain but also from the raw need for him that’s coursing through your veins.

“It’s alright,” he nods back at you, “you’re gonna be the most obedient little slut when I’m through with you.”

He doesn’t wait for a response but leans towards the nightstand again, grabbing hold of another object and returning to his place above you. The silvery blade of a knife is shining in the dull light of the room, right in front of your face, where Dave is holding it up for you to see.

You gasp softly and your eyes widen - the both of you had discussed this before, you’d known that it was an option. Sometime. You hadn’t expected sometime to occur on this trip. A fearful, but also excited nervousness is settling in your stomach. You can tell that Dave is eyeing you closely, monitoring your reaction. When he seems pleased with the expression on your face, he moves the knife closer.

“Give it a kiss, slut. And look at me while you’re doing it.”

You obey, lifting your head up as much as you can and softly pressing a kiss to the blade, trying your hardest to avoid sudden movements. Your gaze is trained on his face, just like he told you to.

“Good girl,” he mutters, his eyes burning with dark desire in them. He moves the knife across your body, the cold sensation leaving goosebumps in its wake, until he reaches your wet folds.

“Spread your legs. Wider. Hold still, sweetheart.” His eyes flash up to you. “Wouldn’t want to hurt you.”

You do as you’re told, your body freezing, forcing yourself not to tremble. You feel cold steel touching the swollen and hot flesh between your legs, moving over your center slowly, and you almost jump, but grind your teeth and stay still. The thought of a sharp blade stroking against your most sensitive area has your mind reeling.

Dave’s icy voice sounds from between your legs. “Look at you. Nowhere to go, completely at my mercy. How’s that feel, huh?”

A strangled sob breaks free from your throat and you can see Dave pause, his eyes flying up to your face and the blade’s steely hardness disappearing from your skin.

“Color, sweetheart,” he commands, his tone still firm but much gentler than moments ago. You harshly suck in a breath. You’re scared, yes, but you can also feel the wetness pooling between your thighs, the danger and the complete lack of control turning you on beyond belief. You trust Dave, more than you have ever trusted any man, not to hurt you. Not against your will, at least.

“G-green, sir,” you force out between trembling lips. You remember too late that you’re not supposed to be calling him ‘sir’ right now, but he doesn’t mention it.

“Are you sure?” he inquires carefully, “it’s fine, you know I won’t be mad, if-“, but you shake your head resolutely.

“I’m sure, I promise. It’s scary, but I- I like it,” you admit, your face turning hot at the admission.

A wolfish grin stretches across his face, making it hard to believe that he was concerned about you being afraid mere seconds ago. “Shit. You’re even more depraved than I thought,” he mutters, moving the blade back to your center, causing you to freeze again. “Bet you’d let me do anything to you, so fucking desperate for it, ain’t that right?” You whine your agreement and he chuckles.

He moves over you, the knife ghosting across your skin, circling around your nipples and causing you to shudder, until he holds it up in front of your face again. The metal is shining with your juices and he tuts at you.

“Messy little slut, your needy pussy just can’t help herself, can she?” He studies your face, contemplating for a moment, before his eyes turn even darker. “Open up,” he orders, and you obey without a conscious thought. “Tongue out.”

You think you know where this is going and suppress a shudder as you slowly stretch your tongue out of your mouth. “Good girl,” Dave coos and pats your cheek condescendingly, “let’s clean up your mess, yeah?”

A whimper rises up in your throat as he, very carefully, wipes the blade on your tongue. You’re stock still, feeling your wetness transferring from the knife to your tongue. Your pussy is clenching wildly around nothing. When Dave is satisfied, he withdraws his hand and places the knife back on the nightstand.

Having received no other command, you’re still waiting with your mouth open when he’s back in front of you. He chuckles. “Well, if you’re asking for it.” His spit lands on your tongue and a moan climbs up in your throat. Dave watches for several seconds as you’re looking up at him, obediently waiting, before he tells you to swallow.

He stands up from the bed and finally starts to undress. You’re watching eagerly, your hands twitching to touch him, causing the handcuffs to bite into your wrists, which already feel raw.

You think that you might go insane if he doesn’t fuck you right now. Dave has lifted your arousal to new heights tonight, all while barely touching you, and now you’re hungrily drinking the sight of him in.

Your eyes are almost glued to his cock when he returns to you and he laughs, grabbing your chin roughly and tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “What do you want, sweetheart?” he asks, almost gently, if it weren’t for the cold edge in his voice.

“W-want you to fuck me, please,” you whisper, your voice almost breaking. He’s so close, you can feel his cock against your core.

Dave clicks his tongue. “I think you can ask prettier than that. Beg me, like the cock-hungry little slut that we both know you are.” He slides his length through your slick folds, nudging at your clit, and your hips buck helplessly at the sensation. Fresh tears of desperation spring into your eyes.

“Please, I-“ he prods at your entrance teasingly and you interrupt yourself with a gasp, “I need it so bad, need you to fill me up. Please, Mr. York, I’ll do anything, just please.”

Another slap hits your cheek, causing you to sob out a moan. “You’ll do anything regardless, because I tell you to, you dumb slut. But, since you asked so nicely-“

He sheathes himself in your heat in one harsh thrust, sliding all the way in and splitting you open. He doesn’t give you time to adjust, immediately starting to pound into you in deep thrusts, punching the air out of your lungs repeatedly. You’re crying, gasping his name as he grabs hold of your hair, using it to hold your body steady as his thrusts grow deeper, nudging at your cervix.

You’re twitching under him, pain and pleasure swirling around and mixing in your body until it’s all just one overwhelming sensation. “Please, I’m gonna, I-“ You can barely talk, but Dave nods, reaching down between your bodies and rubbing a finger over your clit in quick circles.

“Look at me when you come, been such a good girl, fuck-“ He’s panting too, his pupils blown wide.

When your orgasm hits you, it’s like a dam breaks, all the tension inside of you exploding into tiny particles. Your whole body seizes up, trembling and spasming as you grow impossibly tight around him, basically holding him as your walls clench wildly around him and he stills, spilling his cum deep inside of you. You’re crying out his name, your vision swimming as you try to keep your eyes on him. Waves of pleasure keep washing over you until you finally come down, a shuddering mess, tears still streaming down your face.

Dave cups your face between his hands, kissing you wildly, before he reaches up and quickly undoes the handcuffs, gathering your wrists in his hands and gently bringing your arms down to your sides.

“Are you alright?” he asks between kisses, his voice low and raspy against your lips. You nod, giving him an exhausted smile.

“…Yeah. ‘m great,” you mumble, barely able to string two sentences together. “It was- was fun,” you add, your arms wrapping around his neck.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he murmurs, staring down at you, before he kisses your forehead.

“My perfect girl.”

Dividers by @/saradika <3

Thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed this, please consider reblogging or leaving a comment, it would really make me incredibly happy 🫶🏻

[leviathanspain]

If you want to could you write a roman roy x reader? I think fluff would be nice but honestly anything you choose to write would be great. Thank you!

saving all my love

roman roy x reader

synopsis: a snippet of your life with roman roy, the love of your life

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“i simply don’t understand why-“ your argument with an overseas investor was coming to a close. you had fought valiantly to keep the deal, but the investor was stubborn. you turned from the gigantic window where you had been directing your comments at, to see your husband approaching your office.

“you know what?” your words bounced off out into the hall just as roman opened the door. you threw your hands up, “fuck you!” you screamed, grabbing your earpiece and throwing it onto the ground.

“hey ro-“ you glanced up slightly before slamming a heel over your earpiece. you stomped on it a few times, for good measure. “piece of shit-“ you spat, a sense of calm washing over you.

roman had a smile on his face as he draped himself onto your office couch. “that was so fucking hot.” his fingers trailed a path on the couch, “i wish you’d stomp on me like you did that earpiece..” he dramatized a moan and you laughed, smacking his arm.

“down, boy.” you gave him a look before pursing your lips, “i’m not that upset-“

“clearly.” he remarked, eyes shifting to the shattered piece of tech on your carpet. rolling your eyes, you continued, “we’ll get more investors. we always do.” you faked a smile and roman scoffed, “that’s the spirit!”

you chuckled weakly, “it’s not funny, roman..” you let out a small sigh, “it’s just hard.” no one ever said this job was easy. when you had first started at waystar, before you even laid eyes on roman, you had been warned of the roy family and their ‘vicious tempers’. you easily navigated the family, but corporate america wasn’t as easy.

you sat beside him on the couch. a feeling of vulnerability washed over you and you put your head on his shoulder. roman grabbed you, pulling you into him tightly, “you know you don’t have to work, right? you can useless at home, waiting for me to come home from work and pump you full of babies.” he teased, a finger poking your cheek.

you laughed, “as if you wouldn’t like that.” you looked at him coyly, and roman shrugged, “i just don’t like to see you stressed, that’s all.” there was something sweet about his words that made you tear up a bit. you kissed his cheek, before going back to resting your head on his shoulder.

“greg?” the lanky, towering man seemed to shrink just as you spoke. you cut him off in the middle of his unsolicited pitch to roman. he had been rambling for an hour, roman clearly uninterested but per your request, didn’t scare him off. although greg amused you, he was insufferable.

“yeah?” he looked down at you, and anxiously waited for you to speak.

you shifted your head in roman’s lap slightly, a hand reaching up to pull your sunglasses down a bit, “please find another dick to suck, i’ve already called dibs on this one.” you gripped roman’s thigh, earning a crude little comment from roman as greg stared in disbelief.

roman raised his eyebrows, “go on, egg boy.” he waved a hand to greg, who mumbled slightly before walking off.

roman looked down at you just as greg walked away, “talking about sucking dicks-“

you sighed, “i’m in my bikini sunbathing ro, maybe tonight-“ you never got little vacations like these. even if these getaways with only family and those close meant that waystar was in more shit, you still enjoyed them.

roman smirked, “i wasn’t talking about sucking mine. but since you’re offering-“ you laughed, nudging him back on track.

just as roman was about to speak, the only daughter of the roy family approached. she had a glass of champagne in her hand, and a pair of sunglasses sat on her head. shiv was modest, even on vacation she wore some kind of suit or romper.

“i never see her like this.” she looked at roman, a small smile as she looked down at you, “unless you’re with my brother. remind me again why you married him?”

you smirked, looking up at roman before giving an answer, “i just love a man who’s good with his hands.” shrugging slightly as you gave your answer, you adjusted yourself before going back to your sunbathing.

roman lifted his hands at shiv, nodding, “oh yeah! mhm!” he kissed his hands and tipped his head back for a little laugh.

shiv rolled her eyes, stepping back slightly, “i’m just saying, you could do so much better.” she paused to look at you, and you didn’t say anything but smile, as if you were following her joke. but it was nothing short of a jab to roman.

you loved roman, and it was horrible that everyone always tried to make you think otherwise. it was always the same argument with your own family at christmas, who thought you weren’t good enough for someone with deep, deep pockets like roman. but none of that had mattered enough to make you rethink your marriage.

roman waited until his sister had been far away enough to speak, “i got a little surprise for you.” his voice got a little sing songy and you laughed, “what is it?” you sat up, raised an eyebrow as you whirled around to face him.

roman leaned back into the seat, thrusting his pelvis out, “show me how bad you wanna know.”

you rolled your eyes and smacked his leg, “i’ll cut it off if you don’t tell me.”

“ouch, baby.” he joked, before pulling you into his arms, bringing his mouth close to your ear, “i got you a new investor. even richer than the last.”

you couldn’t help a little gasp, “are you serious?!” you looked at his face, eyes searching in his eyes until roman nodded, “mhmmmm!”

you squealed, “oh my god, roman! you’re literally the fucking best-“ you kissed him roughly, pulling away to whisper in his ear, “whatever you want tonight, i’ll fucking do it baby. anything.” you trailed your tongue down the shape of his ear and he shuddered, letting out a low whistle, “you’ve already married without a prenup, y/n.”

you pulled back and smiled widely, “i love you so much, roman roy.”

[billlydear]

BASIC BIOLOGY - BILLY HARGROVE X READER (PART ONE) | PART TWO | PART THREE

word count: 4926 // masterlist | inbox (please request) | WIP list

Summary: you're paired with billy for a biology project. you only visit his house once, but it's enough for you to understand why he doesn't want you to come over again. when he starts showing up more and more in your life, you realize that it's basic biology: you were made for him, and he was made for you.

Contents: gn!reader (let me know if i made a mistake on that anywhere!), the climax is a scene that's based on 2.8 (?) where billy finds out that max is missing, and neil shoves him into the closet and slaps him. it's not word-for-word, it's about a different scenario, but it's the same fight. please don't read this if it'll trigger you. fluff, angst, eventual happy ending.

A/N: i hope that you enjoy this! it's been a brainworm of mine for a while, and i'm thrilled to have the first part finished. let me know what you think! I honestly think that this could just be read as a one-shot, so don't let the 'part one' deter you 😅

reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! your feedback motivates me to write more, so thank you for your support :-)

To say that you’re not thrilled about your partner assignment for this biology project is an understatement. Billy Hargrove, said partner, is smoking out the window, and you’re not even sure if he’s heard that you’re partners yet. The most he gives you is a steady glance from across the room, but you think that he might have just felt you burning a hole in the side of his head with your imploring gaze. 

When you’re all released to plan with your partners he makes no move to stand. He only curls his lips tighter around the cigarette and sucks down smoke.

You bite the bullet and stand, clutching your assignment sheet in your hands that are growing sweaty with nerves.

“Hi,” You supply lamely, taking the seat next to him that’s been vacated by his previous seatmate, “I guess we’re partners, then.”

“I guess.” He drawls, tilting his head towards the window to let smoke billow from between his lips. “So, what, you wanna come to mine?”

You freeze. He’s more forward than you’d expected. “Uh,” You thumb through the notes you’d taken, the project rubric, “Like- like today? After school?”

“Yeah,” He hangs his arm out the window to snuff the cigarette out on the sil, “My folks won’t be home ‘til late. We’ll have time to work.”

“Okay,” You agree cautiously, glancing over at his empty rubric sheet, concerningly devoid of notes, “Uh, what’s your address?”

“I’ll just drive you,” He glances at the clock, showcasing three minutes to dismissal, “I’ve gotta take my stepsister home too, though, so we’ll pull into the middle school first.”

“Oh. Thank you,” You blink, fingers curling tight around your papers, “I’ll, uh- go get my stuff.”

You rush back to your seat to pack your bag with a strange haze over your thoughts. Everyone knew Billy, what he wanted, what he did. He was notoriously forward, and though he had been straight to the point, you hadn’t felt like... prey. Still, something tugged at the pit of your stomach, a warning to be careful.

The bell rings and you turn, finding a pair of worn boots in your line of sight. You glance up at the wearer, finding Billy already waiting for you.

“Uh, sorry,” You stammer, rushing to stand and subsequently hitting your head on the desk, “Fuck-!”

“Jesus,” Billy chuckles, and you’re worried you’ll analyze the sound and find components of mockery in it, “Careful.”

“It’s fine,” You hiss, but before you can rub at the spot you’d hit, Billy’s hand is there, mussing your hair and pushing you forwards, towards the door of the class. It’s something you’d do to your clumsy younger brother, and it feels odd coming from the chain smoking California kid everyone talks about.

“My stepsister’s out in twenty,” He informs you, a presence on your left as you walk out the front doors of the school, “So we’ve got, like, fifteen minutes to talk about our plan, if you want.”

“That’s good,” You hum, trailing after him to an impressively flashy car, “I think we should just draw everything. I know she said we could use clay, but that costs more, and I’ve already got colored pencils.”

“Fine by me,” He makes for the passenger door first, throwing it open and gesturing for you to get in, “You can put your bag in the back.”

When you’re seated, he shuts the door for you, and you’re oddly grateful for the gesture. It’s kind, and once more, out of character for the stereotypes you’ve heard about him. There’s a tense few seconds of silence in the camaro as he crosses to the other side, and your cheek finds its way between your teeth. But once he gets in and starts the car up, the stereo blares to life with a mixtape you’re sure he’s made himself.

“Sorry,” He grunts, reaching for the dial, “We can talk.”

“It’s fine,” You shake your head, “I don’t mind music.”

Though he cranks the dial back up, it’s not all the way, and the music becomes background noise to the shuffling of papers in your lap.

“So,” You start, thumbing through notes and ideas, “Like I said before, clay is difficult to work with, and messy, plus we’d have to model it and let it dry, and I think leaving clay unattended in my house would result in a disaster. And if we just draw it instead, they’re simple shapes and there’s nothing too complicated to draw, whereas clay would be harder to sculpt. And-”

“Okay, okay! Let’s just draw it,” Billy chuckles again, checking his rear-view mirrors for oncoming cars as he peels out of the parking lot, “If you wanna draw it then we’ll draw it.”

“Oh. Okay.” You sit back with a huff, unsure whether to be indignant because you were cut off or grateful that you seemed to be getting along.

“If you don’t have your colored pencils with you I’m sure my stepsister has some,” He theorizes, “But maybe you should ask her. If I ask her I’ll get one jammed into my eye.”

You let out a breathy laugh, “She’s, uh- spirited, then?”

“Mean-spirited.” Billy drawls, turning a bit harder than he should down a residential street on the way to the middle school, “She sucks.”

You’re sure that Billy wouldn’t be going out of his way to pick her up from school if she sucked. Or at least, if she sucked all the time. You’re well aware siblings have their feuds, but when she runs up to the car with a skateboard in her hands, you know he’s bluffing. If he really disliked her, she could have skated home. Now you know he’s softer than he lets on, but you keep it to yourself, smiling awkwardly up at her when she pulls open your door without looking first.

“Backseat, dipshit,” Billy scoffs, “I’ve got company.”

Company. It sounds like a dirty word, at least, coming from Billy who’s company typically consisted of girls spread eagle over the hood. But you reach for your seatbelt, “I can sit in the back, if you want?”

“No.” He pushes your hand away from the buckle, nudging it into your lap, “She’s younger and she’s annoying. Backseat, dipshit.”

With a huff she slams the door, and you’re suddenly not sure that you’ll avoid a colored pencil to the eye, either. Billy’s peeling out of the parking lot before she’s even buckled her seatbelt, and she sends him a nasty glare through the rearview mirror, one that you’re sure has the power to burn a hole through his head.

“So, uh,” You turn slightly in your seat, meeting eyes with the disgruntled middle schooler, “What’s your name?”

“Maxine.” Billy drawls, at the same time she snaps, “Max,”.

“Max?” You echo cautiously, and she snaps out of her glare at Billy to size you up. She seems relieved, almost taken aback that you’d listened to her instead of her stepbrother. She nods, and her lips curl in something that you’ll take as a smile, even if it’s barely perceptible.

“I think I’ve seen you around,” You muse, “You go to the arcade, right?”

“Yeah,” She nods, “You... you wear the green converse, right?”

“That’s me,” You laugh, raising your leg and lifting the hem of your pants to showcase the olive green sneakers.

“You know what shoes they wear?” Billy sneers from the front, glancing back at her through the mirror. 

Her face flushes as she ducks it down to stare at her lap, and you’re quick to swat gently at his shoulder, “Be nice!”

He looks at the hand you’d used bewilderedly, and Max bites back an amused smirk.

You’re nervous for a moment, afraid you’d cracked some ancient rift between the two, but Billy just clenches his jaw, shooting her another glare through the mirror and turning down a side street into a residential neighborhood.

Though he’s entered new territory, he doesn’t slow down. He’s going fast enough to pummel any unfortunate child playing in the street, and your stomach twists uneasily as he only speeds up.

“Billy,” Your voice is cautious, anxious even, “Can you... slow down? There’s too many kids here, it’s making me nervous.”

“I won’t hit anyone,” He assures you, though it does little to calm you, “I know what I’m doing.”

“Maybe you- don’t!” You tense as a toddler veers too close to the street where he’s playing with a ball on his front lawn, your heart racing as he wobbles safely back towards his house, “Please, Billy?”

He doesn’t grace you with a response, and honestly, you think you’re lucky he doesn’t snap at you like he does Max, but he eases up on the gas, finally within the speed limit as he curves through neighborhoods in pursuit of his own.

He pulls into their driveway with ease, and it makes you question how often his parents are gone. Surely their cars would take precedence over his in terms of parking, and you worry about him and Max being left alone more often than not. You’re so caught up in pondering the stability of their home life that you run straight into Billy’s back as he wrestles with his keys, stumbling backwards and apologizing bashfully.

“Clumsy,” He labels you, but it sounds more like a nickname than it does an insult. A mere observation, not a crack.

Max is off to her room before you even step over the threshold, and ignores Billy’s shouts of, “Maxine, we need colored pencils!”

She slams her door in response, and his shoulders slump.

“Shitbird.” He mutters, and an involuntary laugh slips from your lips. He looks back at you with a sly grin, shrugging off his jacket and draping it over a chair.

“Inventive,” You bend down to unlace your shoes, but Billy waves you off, so you keep them on. “I’ve never heard that one before.”

“We’ve got a whole list of ‘em,” He boasts, and you admire the rare mention of the two of them as a duo instead of opponents, “I think her favorite is dickwad.”

“Oh, that’s even better,” You chuckle, “I’ll have to use that.”

“She usually pairs it with another insult,” He speaks as though he’s describing the plating process of a budding young chef, “Something like insufferable or shit-for-brains really gives it an extra kick.”

You fall into a comfortable silence while he points you to his room and while the rest of the house you can see seems lifeless and sterile, his room is definitely his. Posters on the walls, laundry on the floor, a discarded shirt, a belt, and- boxers, that you only notice as he kicks them into the depths of his closet. You try not to think about them as he tosses his bag on his bed, prompting you to do the same. You rifle through your papers again, watching as he arms himself with a single pencil.

“We should plan out what we’re drawing first,” You propose, hesitant to sit on his bed before he tells you that’s where you’re working. It feels too personal, you’d almost rather sit on the floor.”

“Okay,” He nods, taking the plunge and sitting on the bed with his back against the wall, “So we’re drawing…”

“Mitosis,” You freeze, glancing up at him apprehensively through your lashes, “Have you been paying attention in class?”

“I’ve been trying to dump enough ashes onto the flowers outside the window to kill them,” His head jerks upwards to look at you instead of your bag as he drawls sarcastically, and the earring in his left ear dangles, shining in the light streaming in from the windows. You heave a sigh with raised eyebrows, ducking your head to continue searching through your bag.

“Here’s a diagram,” You offer up a recent class handout, one that you’re sure he’d used to spit his gum out in, “This isn’t the order the steps are in, though. So we have to reorder them, then draw them all and write about them.”

“There’s only four,” He reasons, “That won’t take too long.”

You neglect to break the news to him that you’re a perfectionist. 

“You start with prophase,” You point to the corresponding picture, “And I’ll do metaphase. Then whoever finishes first can divide the last two.”

He nods once in acknowledgement, “I’ll get colored pencils from Max later. She won’t stab me if I offer her pizza first.”

You can’t blame him for his apprehension towards the redhead. She’s definitely fiery, but you have a sneaking suspicion she’s equally as sweet. You suppose siblings are always at each other’s throats, and Billy and Max are no exception. You get to work sketching out your diagram, and after it's formed, without a ruler to make straight lines, you attempt your own freehand ones. They’re supposed to be arrows, pointing to each part of the drawing to label them, but they come out lopsided and shaky. 

Billy glances up from his sketch when eraser shavings fly over it, peering concernedly at you as you nearly rub a hole through the paper with your eraser.

“Jesus,” He frowns, looking at the array of gray shavings on his comforter, “Are you trying to bury us?”

“Sorry!” You groan, sweeping the shavings away into your palm and dropping them into the trash can that he’s got by his nightstand, “I can’t get these lines straight.”

“Uh,” Billy straightens from where he’d been slouched against the wall, lost in his drawing, “I don’t think I have a ruler..”

“I figured,” You rub your eraser clean of pencil lead, “It’s fine, I can just-”

“Here,” He cuts you off, lunging for a record sleeve that he’s got propped on a milk crate by the foot of his bed, “You can trace it with this.”

You freeze with the sleek, stiff sleeve in your hands.

“Are you sure?” You glance cautiously at him, ghosting your fingers over the edges, “I don’t want to ruin it.”

“Don't, then.” He snorts, “Just trace the edge, you won’t get pencil on it.”

You carefully line the pencil up with the side of the sleeve, peering around his room once before tracing the line you need, “Do you have a record player?”

“Not anymore,” He shakes his head, his curls bouncing, “It got- uh, broken when we moved.”

You hum sympathetically, “That sucks. Maybe you can find a cheap one somewhere, like a yard sale, or something.”

“Yeah, maybe,” He glances up at you with a soft smile, but you don’t catch it, too immersed in your task. He takes the time to admire you curiously, his eyes tracing your features just like you do the arrow.

“There,” You breathe, handing the sleeve back to him once all of your lines have been drawn, “That’s perfect.”

“Mine’s done too,” He decides, tipping his folder so that you can see his final product, “That okay?”

“Looks good,” You nod, scanning the page for any possible mistakes, “That’s... A lot of detail. Wow.”

He chuckles, and you think it’s sheepishly, “Yeah. I draw fast, I guess.”

“I guess,” You parrot, “Okay, next?”

“Actually,” He slides the paper off of his lap, glancing at the clock on his wall, “It’s getting kind of late. If we want pizza delivery, we should call in now, that way it gets here before we get too hungry.”

“Oh!” You stiffen slightly, “Uh, I’m- I’m sorry, I don’t think I have money for pizza.”

“It’s fine,” He waves you off, “I got it. You’re probably the only reason I’m gonna pass this class anyways, I think I owe you more than two slices.”

“Bio’s hard,” You laugh lightly, “I think I’m doing worse in math, though.”

He groans, running a hand down his face, “Fucking math.”

“This unit is so confusing,” You gush, hearing the crunch of tires on gravel from somewhere outside, “I just can’t wrap my head around-”

“Quiet.” Billy demands, eyes wide.

“Uh- what?” You glance nervously at him. You’d started to let your guard down, to forget the rumors about Billy Hargrove, the basketball player with a whole lot of fire inside of him. You’d been comfortable on his bed, chatting about classes and drawing diagrams. But now, when he hears voices outside, he snaps.

“-parked in the damn driveway,” One grumbles, a man’s voice that makes Billy shoot out of his seat when it’s paired with heavy, thumping footsteps across the walkway.

Billy lunges for you, and you don’t have time to scream in shock before his hand, rough and large, slams itself over your mouth.

“Get in the closet,” He hisses, brow dipped in a ferocious frown, “Now!”

There’s no other way to describe how he moves you than manhandling. He grabs you tight by the arm with his free hand, dragging you up and off of the bed as you try fighting him on instinct. When you hear the front door open your brain catches up to you, and you rush to help his progress, not hinder it, so you stand from where you’d been limp in his arms and dart into the closet.

He’s barely able to slide the door shut on you before a series of knocks fall heavy on his door. They’re the type of knocks you’d only ever heard before in cop shows, the FBI banging on people’s doors ready to tackle them to the ground.

You’re petrified in the closet, squeezed between a series of shelves behind your back and the door pressed to your front. Your breathing is erratic, short, sharp intakes of breath warming your face as they hit the door in front of you and bounce right back.

“Yeah?” You hear Billy swing his door open, the hinges squeaking, “Oh, hi, dad.”

“Hi.” The same voice from before sounds, and it sends a shiver down your spine from how icy it is, “There’s a blue camaro parked in my spot. Any idea who’s that is?”

The question is sarcastic, of course, but your nose wrinkles at how unnecessary it is, not to mention condescending.”

“It’s-” Billy tries, but his dad cuts him off.

“It had better not be my son’s, whom I have told repeatedly not to park in the driveway. My driveway.”

“I’m sorry, dad.” Billy keeps his voice low, guilty, and you think it sounds earnest enough. Your breathing is calmer now, not normal but not panicked. Sure, it’ll be awkward listening to Billy get lectured by his dad, but you’d survive.

“The next time this happens,” Billy’s dad’s voice grows eerily venomous, “I will get your old baseball bat from our garage, and I will smash that car to bits, you understand? I don’t give a damn if you bought it, you’re parking it on my property and that means you’ll do it by my rules.”

“Yes, sir.” Billy recites, and your heart sinks at how impersonal their relationship seems. You’d had your concerns from the beginning, because everything about Billy’s home life seemed to indicate that it wasn’t the most conventional, but you pity the boy for his dad’s lack of human decency.

“Move it. And where’s Maxine?”

“She’s in her room,” Billy supplies readily, “She’s doing homework. And I was just about to order us pizza.”

You breathe easier knowing it’s over. That the danger has passed, that you’ll be out of the stuffy closet soon. But only silence ensues, there’s no acknowledgement from Billy’s dad. Not until-

“What?”

“There’s no spaghetti left,” Billy tries reasoning, “We finished it all last night. I just thought that pizza was-”

“Son,” Billy’s dad spits, “It is 6:30. That is well past our family’s dinnertime. And you haven’t fed your sister?”

“I was about to grab the phone, dad! To call the pizza place, and order so that they wouldn’t be later than seven. I know it’s later than we usually eat, I just thought that she’d tell me if she was getting hungry! And she hasn’t,” Billy huffs, “She’s been quiet since we got home from school.”

“You thought she’d tell you? Billy, it’s not her responsibility to run this household when we’re away, it’s yours. I’ve told you that time and time again. And she’s been quiet since you got her home from school? How do you know she’s even in her room? Do you? Have you checked on her?”

“No, dad,” Billy argues, “I haven’t checked on her. I’ve been doing my own homework, and you’re the one that left, so I don’t know why it’s my fault that-!”

You thought things were fine. Sure, it was an argument, but that’s all it was. Until it wasn’t. Until the door in front of you shakes, nearly snaps, as a colossal thud rattles its frame. You’re not sure how you managed to stay quiet, the door warping in its hinges and pressing tight against your front. You slam a hand over your mouth to muffle your newly-frantic breathing, eyes shut tight as tears bead in their corners.

“How dare you,” You hear that voice, the rough, hateful voice of Billy’s dad, only inches away from you. But he’s speaking to you, not away from you, and you come to the terrible realization that he’s slammed Billy into the closet door. You’d managed to keep up hope, imagining his stereo thrown across the room towards your location, but there’s no denying now that it’s Billy’s weight against your front, only a flimsy closet door between you.

“How dare you insinuate that this is my fault? How dare you tell me that I can’t leave my own home, and how dare you shirk your responsibilities to your sister. As if you’re not a grown man,” Billy’s dad spits, “You are more than capable of looking after a 13-year-old girl. You just choose not to, and I don’t know how else to get it through your head, Billy! This is your family, she is your sister, and when we are gone, you are her parent! She needs food, she needs attention, she needs care, she’s not a goldfish. Why don’t you care about her, Billy? Why do you keep acting like you are not a part of this family?”

There’s a moment of silence where Billy tries thinking of something to say. You use it to answer the question for yourself: because he isn’t. This isn’t a family, you realize, your chest still compressed by Billy’s weight, this is a broken home. The three of them, Billy’s dad, his stepmom, and his stepsister, they’re a family, but Billy isn’t. Not with the way they treat him, not with the things they expect of him. It’s no wonder he doesn’t like his family, because they really aren’t that.

It’s too late. Billy takes too long to answer (which you think is unfair with such a loaded question), and your stomach churns as you hear a sharp smack. You’re unfortunately certain that it hasn’t been Billy’s father on the receiving end, but your biology partner himself.

Thankfully, Billy’s dad doesn’t hear your gasp. Or maybe he does, but he thinks it’s Billy’s. Nevertheless, you know Billy hears it, and you hope that he takes some comfort in the fact that you’re still there, that you’re not selling him out and revealing yourself to get yourself out.

“You are her brother.” Billy’s dad breaks the silence, and you try matching your haggard breathing to Billy’s so that he doesn’t hear you, “You are responsible for her. And if you disobey me again, you will be punished. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir.” Billy mumbles, and you hate how thick his voice sounds in his throat.

“I’m sorry,” Billy’s dad drawls, and you have the sudden urge to leap from the closet and punch him in the teeth, “I couldn’t hear you. What did you say?”

“Yes.” Billy repeats, voice strong this time, “Sir.”

“Move your fucking car.” Billy’s dad spits, leaving him with another shove to Billy’s shoulders that pushes you even further back into the shelves. Your back is going to ache tomorrow, but you can’t bring yourself to care, not while Billy stands petrified against his closet door.

The heavy footsteps recede, and there’s two pairs, a much lighter one there now, too. But Billy hasn’t moved, and you come to the sickening realization that Billy’s stepmom had been lingering in the doorway the entire time. Or just outside it. You must not have heard her light footfalls when they were so consumed by her husband’s earth-shaking ones. She had to have known what Billy’s dad was doing to him, why wouldn’t she stop him? Why wouldn’t she say anything?

You don’t have time to prepare for the closet door flying open, and for a split second, you’re afraid it’s Billy’s dad. But it’s not, it’s Billy, and he meets your eye for only a split second. It’s enough for him to notice the withheld tears in your eyes, and for you to notice his own. He gulps, swallowing a lump in his throat, and his eyes drop to the floor. There’s a glaring red mark on his cheek, one that looks like it stings.

“Climb out the window,” He mumbles, gruff and secretive, “Take your bag, it’s under my bed. Wait for me down the road, I’ll drive you home.”

You don’t have it in you to argue with him, not when he looks like he’s about to burst into tears. You creep past the open door carefully, even though the footsteps have receded, both pairs, down the hallway and into a different room. You don’t have a difficult time climbing out the window, and you shoulder your backpack after your feet are firmly on the ground. 

Billy shuts his window behind you, and you’re alone now, in the darkness.

The side of their house is somewhat overgrown, twigs and leaves snapping beneath your shoes as you trek off-property. You follow the path of the street until you’ve passed other houses, and don’t seem to be lingering near theirs. Then the roar of Billy’s car travels your way, and his headlights bathe your stiff form.

He’s gripping the wheel tightly as you open the door, and he doesn’t look at you as you get in. It’s awkward, tense, and you have to sit on your hands to stop yourself from fidgeting with them and setting him off.

The drive is quiet; he’s shut off his radio. He drives fast, and this time you don’t have the heart to stop him. You’re still worried, but you think you’ve figured out why he drives fast, and you’re not sure you blame him for it anymore. He’s controlling what he can, because he can’t control most things.

You’re only five minutes out from his place when you first speak up, clearing your throat experimentally beforehand, “Do you... wanna talk about it?”

You glance over at him subtly, watching his knuckles turn white on the wheel. 

“No.”

“Okay,” You breathe, and bite your tongue to stop from speaking for the rest of the ride.

He pulls into your driveway with a rough turn, and you’re sure he only knows which house is yours because he’d seen you getting the mail two weeks ago while he was cruising through your neighborhood. On a different occasion, you’d commend him for his memory, but it seems inappropriate now.

You unbuckle your seatbelt without prompting, careful not to annoy him. But you can’t stop yourself, before you shut the door you peer down at him. Of course, he doesn’t look at you.

“Billy,” You start, carefully, cautiously, “You don’t have to talk to me about it. Or- or anyone. But if you ever need a place to stay, a safe place for the night… you can come here.”

You think he’s going to yank the door shut himself and speed off. And you wouldn’t blame him, either. But to your surprise, his eyes shift, no longer on the road ahead but on you. He glances at you through the mirror, still too timid to meet your eyes unobscured, but his gaze shatters you. It’s broken itself, and inside of his pretty blue irises is a child screaming for help. Pain pools in his pupils and threatens to drip down his cheeks in tears you wish you could wipe away before they even start flowing. 

“I mean it,” You promise, “Anytime.”

He holds your gaze, lips parting to whisper shakily, “Thank you.”

You leave him with a soft smile, throwing your bag over your shoulder lightly. You shut the door and watch him leave, much slower and more controlled than when he’d peeled in. When he’s completely out of sight you turn with a sigh, trekking up your front steps and fumbling for your keys. It takes you a minute to get in the door because of how distracted you are, and in your frustration you slump against the wood, remembering the feeling of Billy’s closet door nearly choking you.

You’re shaken up, you can’t imagine how Billy feels. And there’s no telling how often his dad does this, after all, it barely took anything to set him off. You hope he’ll be okay for the night, and for his own safety you wish he’d stayed with you. You wish he’d parked his car on your driveway, without fear of anyone smashing it, and settled on your couch for the night. But he didn’t, and when you crawl into your bed that night, you hope he’s safe in his own.

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[thedeviltohisangel]

"your morning voice is so hot."

[laughs] "what?"

is soooooo evelyn waking up next to callum for the first time. i can just see them being so giggly, giddy, and completely enamored with each other

SWEET, EARLY MORNING LOVE BLURB PROMPT ERA

ev/cal brain rot is so real. spam me with blurb requests for them. and this became like a full one shot + so please enjoyyyy. also not canon compliant? maybe we don't care? maybe i should just throw canon out the window for them and write whatever the fuck we please?

FOR A FORNIGHT THERE WE WERE

warning: smut (because why tf not? ngl. turned myself on writing this)

Her hair was sticking to her forehead as the bass of the music altered her heartbeat, her hands tracing up her body as a smile split across her face. Her friend, Sydney Sweeney, was across from her and matching her movements as they both giggled. Ev drained the rest of her vodka soda and held onto her friend's hand as she made moves towards their roped off table. There were ten other friends enjoying the bottle service, cigarette smoke in the air and lights flashing across their vision.

"Ev, you want one?" She nodded and took the shot from her hand, the liquor burning her throat as it went down, but nothing compared to the blue eyes staring at her across the table. Her and Callum were trying to give this thing between them a real shot because it felt like it deserved one. Their close friends new their flirting wasn't innocent and that they liked to kiss behind closed doors. She had met his mother through FaceTime and when a photo of the sunset she sent to her family group chat last week had half of his smiling face in it, her mother had said he looked handsome and her brother had just straight up asked her if they were dating like TikTok said. He was sick of seeing the same blurry edit of Callum's nose brushing against hers in a London pub.

"I owe Jon a dance and then I'll be right back!" Syd kissed her cheek and was off with her fiancé to the dancefloor. Evelyn looked after them wistfully. She wished she could dance with Callum like that. Throw caution to the wind and let the world know she was moving on from her ex and she was doing so happily. People on the internet were beginning to figure it out. The way the two always seemed to be in the same place at the same time. The way Evelyn was posting photos on intimate vacations, and no one had seen any evidence to suggest her family or team were with her, so it had to be a new man. Deuxmoi was posting blind items that she had moved on before her marriage was legally dissolved and a Sunday Spotted involving her at a Chelsea football match had sent social media into a tailspin. She looked over her shoulder at the man in question who was already making his way towards her.

"You want to dance with me?" he had to yell so she could hear him over the music.

"We can't!" she yelled back as he wrapped his arms around her from behind. In the morning, she would learn someone was shopping around a photo of the moment.

"Friends dance with each other all the time. Let's go!" He offered her no chance to object, her hands wrapping around the forearm across her chest as they bounced their way out to the dancefloor. His hand lifted hers and urged her in a twirl, her laugh contagious as she wrapped her arms around his neck and his slid to the small of her back. Her hips swiveled to the beat of the Latin music pounding through the speakers as his hands started to drift lower and lower. Evelyn moaned as he bent his knees so her chest could press against his while his hands locked around her ass cheeks to lift her to his height. "Evvie, my baby," he mumbled as his lips ghosted over hers.

"You're going to get me in so much trouble." She meant it but for the moment didn't care as she kissed the tip of his nose. Certainly, her ex was going to use these photos and videos against her when they were due back in court. Certainly, she was going to wake up to angry texts from her lawyer and publicist alike. "I should go home before I do something too crazy," she said sadly as he dropped her back to her feet.

"Come back to my place. I'll take the couch." Callum brought her hand to his lips and looked at her with the most loving and tender eyes she had ever seen in her life.

"Ok," she giggled, unable to stop herself from letting her fingertips trace down his cheek.

It was raining when they snuck out the back of the club, Evelyn's security shielding her from the stray fans that had heard where she was on Twitter and were seeking just a glimpse of her. Callum walked a few steps behind, his face seemingly set in stone as the crowd called her name and a few flashes lit up the early morning sky.

"Oh my fucking God, it's Callum!"

"Are they really leaving together?"

"They are getting in the same car! Try and tell me they aren't dating!"

She shielded her eyes and said her thanks as the car door was opened for her, her form lingering in the doorway as she waited for Callum to catch up. His smile could power the world's electricity as he realized she wasn't shying away from being seen with him like this. She reached her hand out for him and he took it, Evelyn pulling him into the backseat of the car with a devious smirk that was all caught on camera. A few people that pushed their way towards the car were able to capture one or two images of his hand wrapping around her thigh, her legs thrown over his lap and a smile on her face as he was leaning in for a kiss as the door was closed and they sped off into the London night.

"I'll need to borrow some clothes," she said breathlessly as his lips detached from hers. Her red dress was clinging to her skin from the rain and he saw nothing wrong with the sight. Couldn't think of anything wrong with the thoughts of her in his shirt either.

"Can't wait to fucking see you in my shirt," he mumbled into her neck as she felt his tongue work against the skin. Desire was beginning to spark between her legs. A comfortable sensation of her body warming up and opening itself up to the ministrations of the man next to her.

"This dress isn't enough for you?" Her hands tilted his face so he was looking at her again. Evelyn wanted to kiss him sloppy and dirty and viciously but was very aware of the driver and her security in the passenger seat. They could of course keep a secret but she wanted to at least try to be polite.

"Everyone gets to see you in that dress. Only I am going to get to see you in my shirt."

"How the fuck do you always say the right thing?" No longer caring about propriety, she was in his lap and moaning around his tongue before he had even processed the words. Her fingers were tugging at the hair at the nape of his neck and his palm slide up the hem of her dress, Callum damn near laying her across the back seat when the bare skin of her hip met his touch.

They were in front of his townhouse quickly thereafter, Callum helping her out of the car with a strong hand and squeezing hers so tightly as they walked towards his front door. He couldn't help but think he was dreaming. That having her with him like this would all be gone in the morning and that he needed to savor it for as long as he possibly could. Savor the feeling of falling in love with someone who deserved it. Falling in love with someone as beautiful inside and out as her. Falling in love with the woman of his dreams and getting the chance to prove he could care for her and protect her and love her until his dying breath.

She shivered in the entryway as knelt down to help her remove her heels, Golo sniffing at her enthusiastically. "I'm going to need so many blankets, Cal." He rubbed his hands up and down her arms to aid in warming her up.

"We can start by getting you out of this wet dress." They couldn't help but stop more than once in the hallway towards his bedroom to kiss each other softly. To test the waters of hooking her leg around his waist. Test the waters of her fingers tracing along the band of his boxers.

"Let's get you out of this," he murmured as his finger lifted the thin strap of her dress and slid it down her arm. Evelyn was looking up at him with lust-filled eyes, her bottom lip between her teeth and her fingers still tracing patterns just below his belly button. He kissed her slower this time. His tongue opening her up slowly and spit roping between them every time they pulled away.

"I want that navy blue Carhartt one you wore on our first date," she requested as her pointer finger traced up and down the front his throat.

"Right this way." She followed him to this bedroom, plopping down onto his bed as he began rifling through his dresser to find the shirt she had requested. "Might this be the one, my lady?" Ev nodded with a smile, ready to strip tease her way out of this dress, when Golo could be heard barking from the front door. "I need to let him out one more time tonight. I'll be right back, I promise." He kissed her once, pulled away, then let Ev pull him back in for two more.

"Be quick," she whispered. She changed while she waited, lying back down onto his bed and burrow her nose against the comforter that smelled like him and made her ache with need for him in a carnal manner. The scent of him reminded her clit that she had wanted attention earlier but hadn't been given it. Evelyn closed her eyes as her fingers danced down her stomach and ghosted over the bundle of nerves. She hummed with the slight relief, slipping her fingers to collect her arousal before spreading over the hood of her clit at the top of her pussy. Her movements stayed soft and light as she found her sweet spot just to the left and teased it gently. "Fuck."

Her knees dropped completely to the side and landed on the bed, the doorway in perfect view for whenever he made it back. Oh she wanted to look so pretty for him. Her pink and wet cunt on full display for him. Pulsing and leaking for him. Her fingertips tracing his name over her clit as her body felt weightless.

"Fuck, Ev." She didn't stop as she looked to see him watching, his leather jacket shrugging from his shoulders. The sight of him rolling up the sleeves of his shirt almost enough to make her come. "You want my help, baby?" He knelt on the floor in front of her, his eyes transfixed on the movements of her fingers as she was no longer chasing release and was just keeping herself warm and ready for him.

"Taste me," she whispered as she sat up on her forearms and offered two of her fingers to his lips. His hand wrapped around her wrist and brought them to his tongue. He moaned as the taste hit all his sense. Coated his tongue in her pleasure. Altered the synapses of his brain to chase this taste and nothing else. "It's all for you, Cal. Only wet for you."

"Only ever going to be for me." His palm tapped at her pussy to illustrate the point, the jolt to her clit causing her hips to buck and a moan to slip from her lips. "Let's get you nice and sleepy for bed." He kissed at the soft skin of her inner thighs, licking at juncture where they met her cunt and nipping at the skin so see how easily he could get it to bruise.

Her hand combed through his curls as she settled back with a sigh, the tip of his nose knocking against her clit as he held his tongue flat against her and used the leverage of his arms hooked around her thighs to pull her as close as possible. His tongue flicked against every nook and cranny of the petal soft skin that it could, testing to make sure each taste of her was even sweeter than the last. "Taste like fucking honey, baby." One of her hands slipped under her shirt, his shirt, and twisted at her nipple.

"I need more," she whimpered. He took one of her fingers with zero resistance. Another slipped into her warm, wet and wanting pussy just as easily.

"How's that, Evvie?" he checked as he focused on the way her clit was peeking out more and more with each thrust as her arousal built.

"So good, Cal, so good." For his first time between her legs, she was thoroughly impressed with the way his fingers were playing the perfect tune of sexual satisfaction. Her ex had taken months to get anything real from her. And even then she was always forced to play with her own clit or coach him through use her vibrator on her. He was never able to do it himself.

He buried his knuckles to the hilt of her, moving up the bed so her head was resting on his shoulder as he moved his fingers again, the heel of his palm grinding against her clit. Ev threw her head back and wished she could record the sounds of his fingers burying themselves in her soaked pussy over and over again. The way she could hear how wet he was making her. Hear the sound of his hand slapping against her. The squeak of his bedframe. The moans that were getting caught in her throat as the tension in the bottom of her belly was growing and spreading.

"Let me look at you, princess," he cooed as he felt her walls flutter around him with the early signs of her orgasm. "Keep your eyes on me. That's a good girl."

"Cal," she whined as it was building to a breaking point. She took the hand from around her waist and wrapped both of hers around it, using it as her anchor. "Don't stop, don't stop. I'm going to fucking come." With a sharp intake of her breath, a shuddering moan fell from her lips. Callum quickly flattened four fingers against her clit and rubbed as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

"Come on, baby, don't pull away. Take all of it." He forced her thighs back open when she tried to clamp them shut, her breath coming back to her as her hips tried to writhe away from his hand but he wouldn't let her. "You got at least one more in you, Evvie. Keep these beautiful legs nice and open for me." One more turned into two more turned into her returning the favor in the shower turned into Callum fingering her gently to her fourth orgasm of the night while he cradled her in his arms.

She slept like a rock until the sun rose, her phone telling her it was nearing 10 AM, her legs shaking as she threw them over the side of the bed. "Where you going?" Callum mumbled from his spot next to her.

"I have to brush my hair and teeth." Her ex had hated the way her hair knotted when she slept with it down. Hated kissing her with morning breath.

"Give me a kiss first."

"Callum, I have morning breath. Let me-" He sat up and tugged her back against his chest, tilting her chin up and kissing her senseless. Tongue and all.

"I couldn't give less of a fuck," he whispered.

"Your morning voice is so hot," Evelyn remarked as he puckered his lips for another kiss with a laugh.

"What?" She giggled and settled her head back against the pillows, his head rested on his hand as he was on his side next to her.

"It's deeper and raspier and the same way you love that only you get to see me in your shirt, only I get to hear your voice like this when you first wake up. It makes me happy."

"I'm happy if you're happy." She kissed his forearm and nodded with the smile that could only be described as youthful abandon.

"Happier than I've been in a long time."