#but nods..... been feeling the desire to make some edits again

[victorygrasped]

thinking ab maybe making some gif sets,,,,, been trying to refamiliarize myself with photoshop,,,,,,,,,, looks respectfully, if anyone has a cinematic / scene / moment they'd like gif'd lmk :]

[comatosebunny09]

quixotic [ headcanon format ] | sylus

— summary: “i’ve never…hadsexbefore.” the words spill from your mouth, jumbled together like jigsaw pieces. regardless, sylus catches on, his expression morphing from surprise to fondness. “oh, sweetheart. where have you been?” — cw: female reader, virgin reader, sexual content, sylus implied to be older than canon, romantic dribble, terms of endearment, lowercase, language, mdni — notes: posting this here so that one, i stop obsessively editing it, and two, someone can bully me into finishing it. contributing to this fandom has become exhausting. also, i stole a line from fifty shades. sue me. as always, thank you so much for taking the time to read. — now playing: jade - monsune

your big brother’s wealthy best friend, sylus, makes love to you for the first time.

◦ it’s an adrenaline rush because no one, not even your brother, knows you two are an item—caleb would murder sylus if he knew his bestie was taking advantage of his little sis.

◦ one evening whilst you’re in sylus’ penthouse kissing, things get a little…intense. more than usual. more than the innocent pecks and fleeting touches you typically share. 

◦ he’s touching you more reverently this time. drawing you into a languid kiss, pouring his desire for you into your mouth in the form of hoarse, pleasured groans. he smoothes his hands over the ridges of your rib cage, kneads your hips, massages your thighs. handles you like glass. like he’ll never see you again. like he’s waited lifetimes to have you like this.

◦ it all feels so very wonderful, and sylus has been nothing short of a gentleman since he started courting you. but you can’t focus on the kiss anymore because you foresee this going somewhere you’ve never been. his arousal slowly awakening, prodding the inner cut of your thigh, doesn’t help matters. 

◦ you reluctantly push him away in the form of sweaty palms on broad shoulders, and he studies you, all smoldering eyes, peach-tinged cheeks, and kiss-swollen lips parted with the effort of panting.

◦ “what’s wrong?” he breathes, painting a hazy triangle between your eyes and mouth. worry hangs between his brows as he tucks some hair behind your ear, fingertips ghosting over your cheeks, jaw, neck.

◦ you chew your lip, averting your gaze from the intense, scarlet brew of his irises. the worn pad of his thumb skates over your chin, and he tilts your head back to coax you into looking his way. with his thumb, he tugs your lip free from the clench of your teeth, easing it over the sensitive, raw skin. the sensation sends jolts of electricity sparkling throughout your body.

◦ “don’t bite your lip,” he whispers, his breath fanning over your fevered skin. you have a feeling there’s more to his request than what’s presented at surface level. you nod slowly, your breaths intermingling whilst he ghosts his lips over yours. “talk to me. what’s the matter? did i misread things? push you too far?”

◦ “no, sy, it’s…you’re—you’re perfect, you’re fine, i just…i—fuck.”

◦ his thumb cruises over your chin, wordlessly encouraging you to continue, his arm draped around your waist, drawing you further into his lap until your chests push together.

◦ you resign yourself, releasing a weighted sigh. heat spikes through you, ending its excursion in your cheeks. “i’ve never…” you pause, swallowing as you fiddle with some errant strands of hair at his nape.

◦ “you’ve never—?”

◦ “i’ve never…hadsexbefore.” the words spill from your mouth, jumbled together like jigsaw pieces. regardless, sylus catches on, his expression morphing from surprise to fondness.

◦ he huffs a quiet laugh, cradling your cheek in his palm whilst he beholds you. “oh, sweetheart. where have you been?”

◦ something molten pools in your nether regions at that. his words, however harmless, sound like a challenge. and your body hums pleasantly with the prospect of giving yourself to the man of your dreams.

◦ he doesn’t take you that night, much to your disappointment. instead, he draws out the suspense over the span of a week, slowly killing you with anticipation. 

◦ every touch is purposeful. every steady glide of his fingers over your arm, every brush of his lips against your cheek. you’re rigged to explode when the weekend comes, drawn to wit’s end when he finally invites you out for dinner. 

◦ he’s a paragon of gentlemanliness. punctual when he picks you up from your apartment, holding the passenger door of his luxury car open for you to slip in, that devastatingly boyish smile slung over his lips. that natural charm is there, and if you weren’t already a stuttering mess of nerves, you would’ve been an amorphous blob by now. 

◦ he makes small talk throughout the car ride, occasionally brushing his knuckles over your plush thigh or ghosting his fingers over the hollow of your shoulder under the guise of sweeping your hair back. he just smiles when you cut your eyes to him, knowing full well his intentions are anything but pure.

◦ dinner is wonderful. romantic. a rooftop, highbrow restaurant devoid of people—he values his privacy, and you’re grateful because you’re not much for social settings yourself. 

◦ distant city lights twinkle like spilled bokeh behind him. powdery stars speckle the violet stratosphere overhead. you feel like you’re in a dream as a string quartet plays ambient music behind you, and the candlelight of the table’s centerpiece wavers, highlighting the sharp contours of sylus’ face. 

◦ he makes you feel so comfortable. so cherished as you toy with your necklace, tittering at his dry humor and silly anecdotes.

◦ the waitress ensures your champagne flute stays topped off, and your body hums from the magic of the night and the bubbly, your cheeks burning and aching from laughing so much. 

 ◦ sylus never misses an opportunity to feed you. gentle as he eases an hors d'oeuvre between your lips. 

◦ you swear you’re being innocent when your tongue darts out to lick some sauce from the pad of his thumb. he stiffens, lips parting, eyes sliding into a mysterious shade of garnet whilst he scrutinizes your naughty, naughty little mouth.

◦ he gives you a warning look, the corner of his lips twitching into a smirk. ‘behave,’ he mouths when the waiter returns, and he tilts his head in a way that bleeds sin, eyes quietly challenging you.

◦ you catch him staring at you several times during the main course. when your gazes interlock, he merely chuckles, returning his attention to his plate until he can next steal a glimpse of your pretty face. 

◦ dessert is sweet—raspberry pistachio tartlets drizzled with chocolate ganache that catches on the side of your mouth after sylus feeds one to you. you feign innocence with a shrug, your foot sliding between his legs, rubbing up and down a shin, wordlessly asking for some assistance. 

◦ he doesn’t miss a beat, reaching over the table to swipe the sauce from your cheek. his eyes shine with danger. something predatory as he licks the chocolate clean from his thumb, a bitten-off groan pinched from his throat. all to taunt you as you earlier tempted him. 

◦ you try to ignore how your thighs quake. how your heart works overtime, thrumming behind your ribcage, heat branching into your face. you concede with a sultry smile, and he sits back in an easy slouch, watching you with all the amusement of the world. 

◦ you leave the restaurant after he pays, arms linked, twin smiles donning your faces, and your airy laughter intertwines with his husky chuckling. 

◦ the ride back is tense, rife with your shaking tendons and shifting gaze.

◦ you’re swallowed by his coat in the passenger seat, the scent of his cologne enmeshed with his natural musk, turning your brain to smog. his hand swallows up the bulk of your thigh, searing through the frail material of your dress as it makes several expeditions up and down your quad. 

◦ the music drifting from the speakers does little to assuage your nerves. you watch the streetlights whizz by, your forehead propped against the crisp window. 

◦ you know what comes next—what you want to come next. but now, you’re more worried about underperforming for him than you are about losing your virginity. 

◦ he’s been the epitome of romance. patient, adoring, slowly unwinding the coils of your nerves. you want to repay him for his kindness. 

◦ “sweetie,” he summons, voice soft and disarming, mirroring his hand kneading your kneecap. “where did you run off to?”

◦ you smile sheepishly, glancing at him over the muted, blue glow of the center console. “nowhere.” you tangle your fingers with his in your lap, thumb tracing over the veins protruding in the back of his hand. “still here.”

◦ he spares you an unconvinced look before the iron-wrought gates of his complex slide into frame. 

◦ sylus doesn’t let you touch the door once he’s parked, rounding the car to open it for you. he tucks you into his side, virile arm draped about your waist whilst he ushers you towards the elevator. the parking garage is empty. soundless, contrasting the maelstrom taking place in your mind.

◦ he lends you one of his shirts once you’ve showered, swathed in the expensive mahogany scent of his body wash. the sleeves spill past your fingertips, the shirt’s hem brushing your knees. 

◦ he remarks how good you look in his clothes as he feeds one of the top buttons through its loop, fingers grazing your collarbone before his hand falls listlessly at his side. he’s helping you retain a modicum of modesty despite the ravenous simmer in his eyes as he takes your hand in his, drawing it to his lips to brand your knuckles with the searing glide of his lips.

◦ you spend what remains of the night on his sectional in the living room, your feet in his lap, the t.v. mindlessly flickering over your bodies. his hands are warm and reassuring as they knead through knots of tension in your ankles, the balls of your feet. you bite back a sound, wondering what else those hands are capable of. 

◦ you’re brought back to reality when he flicks your forehead, filling your vision with the scarlet wash of his irises, and a humored, sultry cant to his lips. “what are you thinking about, hmm?” he husks, hovering over you, bracketing your body with his hands on either side of your waist.

◦ you swallow, unconsciously sinking beneath the warm might of his body into the cushions. you curl your fingers around the rigid lines of his forearms, legs instinctively parting, and you suck your bottom lip between your teeth, fixing him with a harmless smolder. 

◦ sylus smirks, gaze softening. he picks up on your cue, slowly lowering himself until his hips are notched between your thighs. you exhale from the weight of him, fitting so perfectly between your legs like he’s always belonged there, his torso hard and defined as it presses up against your breasts. he leans down on his elbows, face panning in until his breath tickles your skin, and he ghosts his lips over yours, tempting you with the prospect of a kiss.

◦ “are you sure this is what you want?” he searches through your gaze, warring with himself. “are you sure i’m what you want?” the fragility in his voice makes your heart swell. always so considerate despite how his body radiates desire. you nod wordlessly, tangling your fingers in the delicate hairs at his nape. and you pitch yourself forward to conquer the space between your mouths, sealing any further words of protest in his throat. 

◦ he catches himself on his palms before he can barrel into you. but he lets you ravage his mouth, humming something low and appreciative betwixt your lips when your tongue finds his. 

[skywalkerslvt]

Inked- Ellie Williams

❥Pairing: Ellie Williams x AFAB!Reader

❥Summary: Ellie gets a stomach tattoo and then fucks you in a public washroom

❥CW: 18+ smut, oral sex (reader receiving), semi-public sex. 1.3k words

❥a/n: NOT PROOFREAD! I lowkey hate this and might edit later but here's the long awaited fic that I took way too long to post lol. Sorry if the formatting is weird- i'm posting from my phone. Hope u enjoy! pics are from pinterest

The tattoo parlour was a blend of buzzing needles and low conversations, the air thick with the smell of antiseptic and ink. You walked in with Ellie, walking close behind her as you looked around. You had been best friends for years, sharing countless memories and adventures, and today was about to add another chapter.

Ellie was finally getting the stomach tattoo she'd talked about for months, and you were there for moral support, as always. The artist greeted you with a nod, already prepping his station.

Ellie seemed calm, but you could sense the underlying nerves. As she lay back in the chair, your hands instinctively reached out to give her hand a squeeze.

Ellie lifted up her shirt and pulled the waistband of her jeans down slightly, exposing the canvas of her skin. Your eyes trailed over her exposed skin, lingering on the slight v-line that disappeared beneath her pants. You felt a rush of warmth to your cheeks and quickly looked away, hoping Ellie didn't notice.

The session began, the buzz of the needle filling the room. You watched as the artist skillfully worked on Ellie’s skin, the blank ink slowly forming intricate patterns. You tried to focus on the tatto, but your eyes kept drifting back to Ellie's exposed skin, the taut muscles of her abdomen, the soft curve of her hips.

Ellie winced occasionally, her grip on your hand tightening. Each time you offered a reassuring smile, but inside you were battling your own desires. The way her body reacted to the pain, the way her chest rose and fell with each breath as her teeth worried her bottom lip–it was all too much.

You found your mind wandering, imagining what it would be like to feel Ellie's hands on you, her mouth exploring your body. The thought of her pinning you down, her fingers teasingly tracing your skin, sent a shiver down your spine. Your eyes traced the V-line of her abdomen once more, and you could almost feel her pressed against you, her breath hot against your ear as she whispered your name.

Your body reacted to the fantasy, heat pooling between your legs as you shifted in your seat, trying to find some relief. You bit your lip, your eyes flicking back to Ellie's face. Her eyes were closed, her breath coming in shallow pants as the needle continued its work. You wondered if she could feel your gaze, if she could sense the effect she had on you.

The thought of Ellie's hands gripping your hips, her body pressed against yours, her mouth claiming yours in a heated kiss-it was enough to make you ache with need. You clenched your thighs together, trying to focus on anything else, but the image of Ellie fucking you, her voice husky with desire, refused to leave your mind.

Ellie attempted conversation with you, but you were too distracted, not hearing her words as your focus zeroed in on her skin. Her grip on your hand loosened, and her fingers splayed against your upper thigh, squeezing slightly to grab your attention.

Your eyes meet hers, heat flooding your face at the contact. “Are you okay?”

Shit. Did she notice you staring? “I- Yes. I'm fine,” you stuttered out, sneaking another glance at her v-line before meeting her eyes again. Something in her gaze shifted and–oh god, you had to get out of there. The way she was looking at you through her lashes had your aching cunt soaking your panties. “I have to use the washroom.”

You got up abruptly, not waiting for a reply from Ellie as you beelined to the washroom towards the back of the parlour. Once inside, you leaned against the sink, taking deep breaths to calm yourself. The mirror reflected your wide eyed, lust fueled expression, your thoughts racing with the memory of Ellie's exposed skin.

Minutes passed, and you heard a light knock on the door. “Hey, you okay in there?” Ellie's voice was soft but laced with concern.

“Yeah, just…give me a minute,” you called back, trying to steady your voice.

Ellie's hesitation was palpable, but she opened the door anyway, slipping inside and closing it behind her. Shit. You forgot to lock the door.

"I was worried about you," she said, her eyes scanning your face. "You seemed... off."

You bit your lip, avoiding her gaze. "I'm fine, really."

Ellie stepped closer, her hand gently tilting your chin up to meet her eyes. "I saw the way you were looking at me," she murmured, her voice low. "And it's okay. You don't have to hide it."

Your heart pounded in your chest as her words sank in. "Ellie, I-"

She cut you off with a kiss, her lips soft but demanding against yours. You melted into her touch, your hands gripping her shirt as you pulled her closer. The kiss deepened, years of unspoken desire finally breaking free.

Ellie's hands roamed your body, sliding under your shirt to caress your skin. Her touch was electrifying, sending shivers down your spine. She pushed you against the wall, her mouth moving to your neck, sucking and biting gently.

You moaned softly, your fingers tangling in her hair.

"Ellie," you breathed out, your voice heavy with need. She pulled back slightly, her eyes dark with desire as she looked at you.

"Do you want this?" she asked, her voice husky.

"Yes," you replied without hesitation. "I want you."

Ellie smirked, her hands moving to unbutton your jeans. She slipped her hand inside, her fingers brushing against your soaked panties. "You're so wet," she whispered, her breath hot against your ear.

You gasped as her fingers slid inside your panties, teasing your entrance.

"Ellie, please," you begged, your hips bucking against her hand.

She slid two fingers inside you, curling them to hit just the right spot. You moaned loudly, your back arching against the wall. Ellie's thumb found your clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles as she fucked you with her fingers.

Your breaths came in ragged gasps, the pleasure building inside you. "Ellie, I'm gonna-"

"Come for me," she murmured, her lips brushing against your ear. Her words pushed you over the edge, your body shuddering as you came around her fingers.

Ellie didn't stop, continuing to finger you through your orgasm, drawing out every last bit of pleasure. When you finally came down, she pulled her hand away, bringing her fingers to her lips and licking them clean. "You taste so good," she said, her voice filled with desire.

Before you could respond, Ellie dropped to her knees, her hands gripping your hips as she pulled your jeans and panties down. She kissed the inside of your thighs, her tongue flicking out to tease your skin. "Ellie," you moaned, your hands gripping her hair.

She licked a long stripe up your slit, her tongue swirling around your clit. You cried out, your hips bucking against her mouth. Ellie held you firmly in place, her tongue delving into your core, tasting you. She alternated between licking and sucking, her tongue expertly working you towards another orgasm.

Your legs trembled, your breaths coming in short gasps as the pleasure built inside you once more. "Ellie, I'm gonna come again," you panted. She hummed against your clit, the vibration sending you over the edge.

You came with a loud cry, your body shaking with the intensity of your orgasm. Ellie continued to lick you, her tongue gentle now, helping you come down from your high.

When you finally caught your breath, Ellie stood up, her lips glistening with your arousal. She kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on her tongue. "That was incredible," she whispered against your lips.

You smiled, your body still tingling with pleasure. "Yes, it was," you agreed. "But what about you?"

Ellie grinned, her hands moving to unbutton her own jeans. "Oh, I'm not done with you yet," she said, her voice filled with anticipation.

[daisynik7]

Sweet Like Honey

Chapter 1: The First Time

Pairing: Nanami x f!reader

Rating: Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~4.1k

cw: established relationship, fluff, smut – PIV sex (missionary), nipple play, clitoral stimulation, sex without a condom, creampie, pet names

Summary: Nanami invites you to his place for the first time, where he offers to cook you dinner, which leads to a night of many other firsts. 

Author's Notes: I originally wrote these spicy side stories for A Bento For Kento last year and I'm just now getting around to editing/rewriting some of it to match more of my current style! I hope you like it, thank you for reading! Divider credit to @/cafekitsune.

Sweet Like Honey Masterlist | Next Chapter

Being inside Nanami’s apartment for the first time makes you nervous for some reason. Maybe it’s the feeling of being in somebody’s personal space that makes you uneasy. You like this man, of course, but there’s still so much you don’t know about him. It’s only been two weeks since you started dating. Two weeks since your first and second kiss at the street food festival. With Ren still living with you at home, it’s been difficult to find time to be alone with Nanami. 

Until tonight.

He offers to make dinner, which is already such a huge turn on for you. The smell coming from the kitchen is intoxicating. You can’t recall the last time that someone cooked a meal from scratch to serve to you. There’s yearning in the pit of your stomach. Is it hunger caused by the aroma of the food? Or desire for the man currently preparing the food? It’s both, definitely both. 

You’re currently sitting on the couch with a glass of red wine in hand, classical music playing on his stereo in the background. You don’t expect anything less from him, already so smitten by the classy Kento Nanami. You sneak a glance at him in the kitchen, admiring the black apron he’s wearing over a blue dress shirt and his usual spotted tie. He looks extremely attractive right now. In fact, he is extremely attractive. Feeling increasingly nervous each passing minute, you chug your liquor before standing up to walk into the kitchen. He takes his focus away from the pan to look at you, asking, “Need anything?”

“I was actually coming here to ask you the same question,” you respond with a small smile. 

“I’m almost done. Just want the sauce to thicken up a bit more.” He eyes your empty glass. “Need a refill?”

You hold it out to him, nodding. “Yes, please.” 

He pours the bottle, filling it halfway. Without a word, you tip it into your mouth, taking three large gulps to swallow it down. From your peripheral, you catch Nanami watching you curiously.

Why are you freaking out right now? You’re with your boyfriend, who has been nothing but kind, gentle, and sweet to you. But tonight, you are hyper aware that it’s just the two of you, alone inside his swanky apartment, the bedroom just a few feet away.

It’s just dinner, you remind yourself. This doesn’t guarantee that the two of you will have sex tonight. Besides, why are you thinking about sex to begin with? Get your mind out of the gutter. He invited you here for dinner, nothing more. However, there’s no denying that it’s been on your mind. You nearly pounced on him at the street food festival. Every night, you replay the memory of his touch; his gentle hand on your cheek, his warm mouth on yours. How his lips feel against the skin of your wrist. The way his jaw clenches when he’s trying to hold back. You want to feel that again. You want more. 

You’ve seen each other a couple more times after that night, either out in public or at your house with Ren. And with your protective younger brother always keeping an eye out, your goodnight kisses have been tame, a little too tame, if you’re being honest. To say you’ve been eager for this alone time with him is an understatement. Despite this, you can’t help being a tad nervous. Will you two be compatible in the bedroom? Are there any weird kinks he’s into? Is he okay with the kinks that you’re into? These questions won’t be answered all in one night, so there’s no use in stressing about it when sex isn’t even on the table yet. You’re only focus tonight should be to enjoy this delicious home-cooked meal courtesy of your super hot boyfriend and let everything play out the way it should. 

“Go ahead and sit. I’ll serve you.” You snap out of your reverie at the sound of his voice and take a seat at the dining table, taking the bottle of wine with you. Soon, he appears with two steaming plates in hand, setting one in front of you and the other at his spot next to you. “Carbonara and garlic bread. This is my favorite meal to cook,” he says, sitting down and filling his glass. 

“This smells and looks incredible. I’m so impressed!” you beam at him, eyes glowing with admiration. 

“That’s a huge compliment, coming from you,” he responds, smiling.

“Pasta is not a specialty of mine. You’ll have to teach me one day.”

“Sounds like a good date idea. Let’s plan that soon.”

You twirl your fork around the noodles for the perfect bite. It’s still piping hot off the plate. When it hits your tongue, your taste buds sing. The sauce is perfectly creamy with just the right amount of cheese and pepper flavor. The salt from the crisp bits of pancetta adds enough flavor without being too overpowering. The noodles are al-dente, just the way you like it. Everything together creates a luxurious, well-balanced dish. Even the garlic bread is delicious; he roasted the garlic beforehand, surrounding the apartment with one of your favorite scents. “Delicious. Absolutely delicious. It tastes even better than it looks, and it looks incredible.”

“Now you’re just exaggerating,” he says, a faint blush on his cheeks. 

“No, Nanami. It’s seriously amazing. Thank you for cooking this for me.” You take another big forkful, closing your eyes and making small noises of satisfaction. He doesn’t speak, a small smile on his face smile as he eats his own food, occasionally glancing at you to make sure you’re still enjoying the meal. The silence isn’t awkward; it feels comfortable. Both of you indulging in delicious food and great company. 

When you’ve scraped your plate clean with your last piece of garlic bread, you finish the rest of your wine, letting out happy sigh as you rub your belly. Nanami finishes soon after and stands up to take the plates into the kitchen. You follow, offering, “Let me wash the dishes! It’s the least I could do after you’ve fed me.”

“I’ll put them in the dishwasher, don’t worry.”

You lean against the countertop, helping him load the dishwasher. After the cycle stars, he steps towards you, pressing a kiss on your forehead.

“Thank you for dinner. Seriously. That was so delicious,” you say, peering up at him. 

“You know that I already like you, right?” he chuckles, planting another smooch on you. “You don’t have to keep flattering me.”

“I’m just being honest! That was one of the best meals I’ve ever had! But I’m obviously biased because I already like you too,” you tease, winking. From behind him, you suddenly notice something on his fridge. Curious, you walk up to it. It’s the bento box notes you wrote him, hung up by magnets, each one wrinkled from wear and tear. Smiling, you ask, “You hung them up on your fridge?

He stands beside you, arm brushing yours. “Of course. They keep me going throughout the week.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, beaming at him. “You are the sweetest man, you know that?” You kiss, his hands sliding to your waist, pulling you in closer. The fact that he still has those notes, now hung up on his fridge like artwork, makes your heart swell. How is this man even real? And how are you lucky enough to have him as your boyfriend?

He pulls away from the kiss, voice wavering just the slightest. “Should we move to the couch?”

Heat creeps into your face as he leads you into the living room. Is the wine getting to you? Or is it your nerves? You’re the one who initiated the kiss, so why are you surprised that he wants to move it to the couch?! There’s no way he wants to get it on right now; you just ate. Isn’t there a rule about waiting thirty minutes after you eat, or does that only apply to swimming?

You both sit on the catch, knees touching, holding hands. He gazes at you lovingly, even as you try to avoid his gaze. “Are you okay? You seem a little distracted.” He brushes your cheek with his thumb, his touch giving you the flutters below your stomach. 

“I’m fine,” you lie, totally flustered now.

“Are you sure?” He brings your hand up to his lips, placing soft kisses between your knuckles. Oh no, your absolute weakness.

“I guess I’m just a little nervous,” you admit.

“What are you nervous about?”

You let out a timid laugh. “I don’t know. I’m just being weird.”

He stops kissing to study you. “You can be honest with me. Please tell me what’s on your mind.”

Taking a deep breath, you explain, “I want to get some things out in the open. Make sure we’re both on the same page.”

There’s a worried glint in his eyes. “Okay.”

Another deep breath. “So, um. Sex. I want to have sex. With you. Do you…I mean, would you like that, too? Is that, um, something you want to do with me?”

You can see a small grin forming on his lips, but he immediately goes back to a neutral expression to answer, “Yes. Very much so.”

Cheeks burning, you reply, “Okay. That’s…good to know.” You clear your throat before posing the next question. “Have…have you been tested recently? I’m sorry to ask this, I just want to make sure we’re practicing safe sex.”

Calmly, he says, “I got tested two weeks ago as soon as we started dating. Everything is good.” Before you can continue, he adds, “And don’t apologize for asking that. That’s a very valid question.”

You nod, easing up a bit. “I got tested a few months ago when I last saw my gynecologist. And I’m also good. I haven’t had sex since then, so yeah. I’m good. We’re good.”

“Good.”

There’s a moment of silence as you properly process this conversation. Why were you so anxious? You should have known that talking to Nanami like this would be easy, considering how mature he is. 

“Oh! Also, I’m on birth control. Just FYI. In case you were wondering,” you blurt out. 

“Thank you for sharing that with me,” he says, a kind expression on his face. Butterflies flutter in your stomach at the way he looks at you. 

Finally relaxed, you say, “Okay, I think that’s all I wanted to talk about. Thank you.”

“Thank you for opening up to me.” He places his hand on yours, caressing you with his thumb.

You ask, “Do you have any questions for me?” He shakes his head no. You continue. “I’m sorry if this is awkward. I just want to make sure we go about this the right way.” The fluster on your face is definitely noticeable; there’s no hiding it now.

His smile brightens as he scoots closer to you. “You’re too cute, you know that?” 

At that, you let out another giggle, glancing down at your lap, shy for an entirely different reason now.

“I really like you. You have no idea,” he whispers, breath warm on your ear. When did he get so close? Your heart pounds like crazy, enough that he can probably hear it. 

Attempting to lighten the mood, you joke, “You still like me after all that interrogation?”

“I think I like you even more now.” There’s lust dripping in his voice. “Can I kiss you?”

Without saying another word, you lean in, pressing your lips to his. The kiss starts slow and gentle. His hand cups your face, thumb grazing your cheekbone, reminding you vividly of your first kiss. How the sounds of the festival were drowned out by the thumping of your heartbeat. Now, the classical music playing in the background is muted by the wet noises your lips make against Nanami’s mouth. His other hand slides up your thigh, fingers dangerously close to the arousal between your legs. The first time, he was holding back. This time, he’s not. He wants you. 

He pulls your head back gently, lips trailing down your neck, sucking on your skin where it’s most sensitive. As if he knows exactly where to touch you to stimulate every nerve in your body. He slides under your blouse, fingers grazing the bulge of your belly. Feeling insecure, you grab his wrist and push his hand away. He stops to ask, “What’s wrong?”

“I just…I just ate, so I’m a bit bloated,” you confess. “Feeling a little self-conscious.”

With another kind expression, he says, “I understand. I won’t touch you there.” He returns to your thigh, kissing your neck once more, traveling up to your ear to whisper, “You are beautiful. I hope one day you’ll let me worship every part of your gorgeous body.”

Your insecurity is quickly overtaken by the need to feel him on every inch of your bare skin. Without thinking, you take his hand and slip it beneath your blouse, allowing him to touch you there now. Why did you even bother trying to resist him?

He laughs softly. “Good girl.”

Hearing him utter those words as he touches has your pussy throbbing. There’s nothing else on your mind except feeling him all over you. Feeling him inside you. He squeezes your breast, his thumb flicking your nipple over the fabric of your bra. 

“Want to move into the bedroom?”

Without a second thought, you answer, “Yes.”

~~~

Fingers entwined with hers, he takes her into his room, watching as she lies on his king-sized bed. He straddles her, hands at the hem of her shirt. “Can I undress you?”

She nods, sitting up to help him strip her, her upper body exposed except for the bra covering her breasts. He doesn’t want to make her uncomfortable; he can tell she’s a bit nervous, despite the obvious desire in her eyes. Most importantly, he wants this to be an enjoyable experience. “Is it okay if I take your bra off?”

She gulps loudly before breathing out, “Yes.”

He wraps his arms around her, fingers grasping for the clasp. She kisses him hastily, lightly nipping at his lower lip, his dick growing stiffer inside his pants. She reaches for him, palming his strained cock until he’s uncomfortable hard against the fabric. When her bra finally comes lose, he tugs it off her body, tossing it to the floor, admiring her bare bosom. 

“Can I suck on your nipples?” he huffs, his patience wearing thin. “Do you like that?”

“Yes, I really like that.”

She really likes it, she says. Good to know. He squeezes her breast, sucking on her nipple. His free hand massages the other, pinching it lightly until he it’s perky against his fingertips. He circles his thumb around it as he continues to work her tits, making lewd noises as he releases her with a wet pop, only to latch onto her again, sucking harder. She moans, his cock twitching with every erotic sound that comes out of her salacious mouth. 

Nipple plump on his tongue, he moves to the other one, sucking until she squirms beneath him, whimpering in pleasure. Still completely clothed, he loosens his tie and unbuttons his shirt, stripping until he’s naked from the waist up. Her fingers trail his abs, then down to the skin right above the hem of his pants. Once she unbuckles his belt, he slides out of his pants until he is clad only in his briefs, her focus on the obvious bulge protruding from his underwear. She undresses, keeping just her panties on. He leans over to kiss her passionately, letting his hands explore her body freely, cherishing every soft curve of her glorious figure.

He’s been dreaming about this. Ever since their first kiss, he’s thought about her every night. The way she tastes on his lips. How soft her skin is on his rough hands. He would fantasize about the different positions they would try, the sounds she would make if he ever got the chance to pleasure her. Every second they spend together, his feelings for her grow stronger and stronger. He’s never felt like this with anyone else. That’s why he doesn’t want to screw it up. He wants nothing more than to pleasure her, make her feel comfortable and safe with him.  

He breaks away to catch his breath. “Is this okay?”

She smiles, cupping his cheek. “Yes. This is more than okay.”

“We don’t have to go any further, we can stop here,” he suggests. He really doesn’t want to, but he will if she does. 

“Do you want to stop?” There’s a naughty look in her eyes, as if she’s teasing him.

“No.”

“Neither do I.”

Electricity surges through his body, ready to burst. His fingers reach for her panties, rubbing her clit through the cloth. “Can I touch you here?”

“Yes, Nanami. Fuck.”

His cock twitches at the sound of her cursing. This is one his fantasies, hearing filthy words come out her sweet, innocent mouth. He slips his middle finger past the fabric, sliding it up and down her wet folds, circling her clit, cock rigid underneath his briefs. Feeling her like this is better than he ever imagined. A dream come true.

“Show me. I want to see how big you are for me,” she purrs into his ear.

His eyes widen at her suggestion. Fuck. He won’t be able to last if she keeps saying things like this in her sexy voice. He shoves his briefs down his thighs, letting his hard cock flop against his abdomen. 

“Fuck, Nanami. You’re so big. Can’t wait to feel you inside me.”

Losing his composure, he mutters, “Fuck, baby. Are you sure this is okay?”

“Yes, sweetie.”

He lets out a huff. “Okay. I can’t believe we’re really doing this.” He reaches for his nightstand, grabbing a condom and lube from the drawer. When she sees him opening the packet, she grabs his wrist. “You don’t have to put that on. I’m on birth control, remember?”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I want to feel you come inside me.”

“Fuck.” He pours lube onto his palm, stroking his erection. She watches hungrily as he positions himself at her wet slit, guiding it in smoothly, her pussy clenching him every inch he slides in. When he bottoms out, he stays still, waiting for her body to adjust to his size. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” she breathes out.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

He thrusts slowly, savoring how incredible she feels around him. It takes everything in his willpower not to come yet. She wraps her legs around his waist, arms linked behind his neck. That beautiful smile flashes across her face, making him tingly all over his body. He really likes her.

His pace picks up, drawing out small moans from her sweet lips. He’s close, but he wants to make her orgasm first. He reaches down to rub her puffy clit with his thumb, the sudden sensation causing her to buck up towards him. Her reaction encourages him to thrust into her faster, moving his thumb relentlessly over the sensitive spot. 

“Fuck, Nanami. I’m going to come,” she whimpers. 

“Come for me, princess. Come all over my cock.”

She tightens, her body squeezing him until she climaxes. After her high, she relaxes her grip on him, eyes glazed over, grinning. When he tries to pull out, she stops him. “Don’t. Keep going until you come. Please.”

It doesn’t take long; he thrusts into her a few more times until he releases inside her, filling her up. As he pulls out, cum drips out of her slit, an erotic sight he’ll never tire of seeing. He collapses beside her, steadying his breath. She turns to him, sliding her arm over his chest, nuzzling her face against his shoulder. Cuddling closer to her, he whispers, “Thank you.”

She laughs. “Thank you, too.” 

They stay like that for a few minutes, the silence comfortable, their bodies cozy snuggled together. Before they end up falling asleep, Nanami sits up and announces, “I’ll be back.” He disappears into the bathroom, rummaging his cupboard for the unscented baby wipes he bought a few days ago. When he returns, he crawls back in bed next to his girlfriend and takes out a few wipes. 

“Wow, you’re so prepared!” she exclaims, taking the wipes from him to clean herself. 

“I figured these would be good to have, just in case. If you want, we can take a shower together before we sleep. You can wear my clothes.” 

“I can’t sleep over. Ren is going to freak out if I don’t come home.”

Slightly disappointed, he responds, “Oh, okay.”

Sensing this, she kisses him on the cheek. “I promise. Next time, I will sleep over. Just gotta get Ren’s approval first.”

“You’re such a good sister,” he smirks.

“And when Ren moves into the dorms in a couple of weeks, we can do whatever we want, wherever we want.”

“I’d like that.”

After she’s cleaned up, she changes back into her clothes. Nanami puts on a new pair of clean briefs to walk her to the door. “Call me when you’re home, okay?”

“I will.”

They hug each other tightly before saying goodbye. Exhausted from his orgasm, Nanami goes straight to the bathroom to brush his teeth and get ready for sleep. As he lies in bed, under the very blanket they just had sex on, he moves his head to the pillow. The one she was sprawled out on as he made her come. He takes a deep breath with his nose pressed against it, inhaling her sweet scent. He feels his arousal growing beneath his briefs, thinking about the way his cum trickled out of her. 

He smiles to himself, reaching down to stroke his hard cock, realizing he doesn’t have to go off fantasies anymore. 

Taglist: @chiyoso

[bigsoggyboots]

Tantalizing

Mel x Assistant!Reader

Tantalizing: Possessing a quality that arouses or stimulates desire or interest.

summ: You're Sky basically and Mel has taken a liking to you.

OR

Mel sees you pulling all the strings behind Jayce and Viktor's operations. She shows you a little love for it.

wc: 883

a/n: yay! first time uploading Mel content! decided to edit this scrap from not too long ago into a fic for her. sorry I haven't uploaded on here in a minute, got caught up with life. enjoy!

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She's seen you, parading around Jayce and Viktor. You were their assistant; everyone knew that. Sure, she's taken a liking to them, got to know them, formed a bond. But, still, there was you. Small but impactful; quiet and underappreciated.

She liked you. How your attraction is very clear to her but no one else. How you treat her like everyone else and don't put her on some pedestal just because she's a Medarda. Even if your interactions were brief, she liked you.

That's what strove her to your door tonight.

☆

You heard your doors being opened. These were unlikely hours for anyone to stroll through, except for maybe Viktor. Perhaps that's who that was.

“Viktor, if you're looking for your reports, I haven't had time to sort through them yet-”

Or perhaps not, as your eyes met Mel and certainly not Viktor. Your entire body shuddered and the hairs on your skin stood up.

“-I'm.. My apologies Ms. Medarda, I thought you were someone else.”

Before you could bow, Mel raised her hand to stop you. “No need to apologize, and no need for formalities either.”

She circled around you, and you have to admit you marveled at the sight of her. It took your breath away. Her baby pink nightgown was truly a sight for sore eyes, and you didn't dare tear away. What you didn't know was that she liked that.

Her eyes darted around your room while the sound of her careful calculated steps stopping drew you in, “I see the boys have you littered with their busy work.” Her gaze settles back to you with a rare warmth.

You cleared your throat. Right. Jayce. Viktor. She must have questions about the boys. Mel had your brain rattling with thoughts quicker than a cup of caffeine; and now you had to pretend to busy your thoughts to her endorsements.

You nod at her words. “Yes, the past couple weeks have been.. hectic so to say.”

Mel laughs briefly, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Hectic may be an understatement, Ms. ________. Both Piltover and the Undercity are reaching new lows.” You laugh too. She certainly wasn't wrong about that.

“But,” Mel sighs a little, for a reason that probably won't ever be known to you. “That's not what I came here to talk about.” That piqued your interest.

The hand on your shoulder came up to cup your cheek. “I came here for you.”

The weight those words held were enough to make you lose your breath. Again. You couldn't even come to terms with it before the heat rose in your cheeks. Damn, Mel kept taking all your air away, didn't she?

“Me?”

“You.”

Time seemed to stop for a moment as Mel hesitated to push on. She looked for any signs of discomfort before almost nervously trudging on.

“I won't waste your time,” Mel's thumb glided over your lips. “But, lately you seem to be the one thing clouding my thoughts.. will you tell me why that is?”

“N-No, why ma'am?” Your voice was weak and so was your stammer.

“Because I know you imagine how I taste the same way I do you.”

Then, she claimed her prize. One peck turned into your lips dancing with one another. Not needy and hungry, but warm and sweet; just the sort of thing to keep your head spinning. It was heavenly.

You relished the way your lips mingled and the fuzzy feeling that formed in your stomach, before being knocked out of your trance by being bumped into your desk.

Mel's hand gently pushed you down in the midst of your confusion. Gods, she somehow got even hotter by being on top of you.

She was teasing you, her delicate fingers tracing the buttons to your blouse. You waited with bated breath. Mel got close, close enough to bite the shell of your ear and tantalizingly whisper into it.

“May I?”

You scoff. Did she even have to ask? You nodded soon after.

Mel chuckled at that. “Are you giving me attitude?” Her fingers quickly did it's way undoing your buttons. “Another reason for me to like you. No one has the guts to do that to me.”

She captured your lips into another kiss, drowning out any other thought that could possibly form.

☆

Small but impactful, quiet and underappreciated.

Tomorrow, you won't be known as that anymore. Everyone will soon find out that you slept with Mel Medarda and certainly bombard about it.

Everyone will know you, your name, and that doesn't matter to you.

Mel may be a Medarda but at the end of the day, she's a person.

You may be Jayce and Viktor's assistant, but at the end of the day, you're people.

People who love, fight, yearn, and hurt. And you happened to be a person who slept with another person.

A young, beautiful, and intelligent one.

[deliriousgrl-writes]

felix catton x plus size reader headcanons

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nsfw edition

(american/non british fem/afab reader nsfw) cw/kinks: size difference, mentions of readers body type, p in v, unprotected sex, oral, body praise, felix talking you through it because of fucking course he would//

when you finally get the hint that felix is into you, you’re surprised. you’d never think that felix would be into your body type or style. he seemed too untouchable, far too handsome and popular to want to do anything of the sort with you.

felix, on the other hand, can’t get enough of you. he started out slow, pushing your boundaries a bit here and there without seeming too suspicious. he was growing hungrier every time he hung out with you, sometimes even having to hide his growing desire in his faded jeans around you when his brown eyes would take in the way your thick thighs looked in your pants or peaking from your skirts.

“ya look so bloody gorgeous today” “you better not go out like that, it’s gunna drive the other lads mad” “why are y’trying to cover up? you’re not getting nervous around me, are you?”

he couldn’t deny that when he hooked up with the usual girls on campus that he’d fantasize about you, but it wasn’t enough. he needed to feel your plush body, needed to have his hands on you, squeezing and desperate for your soft flesh.

he kept up his flirting, trying his best to get you to see how much he really wanted you. you seemed to not take him serious at first, which frustrated him to no end, but he didn’t let it show, masking his disappointment behind his mischievous eyes and countless smirks.

the day he kissed you, he couldn’t be helped. he had just finished smoking with farleigh only twenty minutes before you had arrived to his dorm room, already complaining to him about some psychology professor giving you a hard time, but he kept his eyes on you. he had his shirt off already, the oxford dorms hot this time in the late spring and he had been restless ever since he’d got back to his room. not only was the room steaming hot but having you in his presence only made him hotter.

your jeans clung to your curves, your thick thighs catching his brown eyes before he seemed to zone out on the way your lips moved as you talked. he tried to nod along to what you were saying, watching you cross your legs on the edge of his messily made bed and seeing your large breasts move from the way you had stirred.

felix hated to be impolite but he snubbed out his cigarette quickly, dropping it into a nearby half full cup and taking a step over to you. he stood in front of your curvy form, still seated on his bed as he peered down at you. his heart was racing as he interrupted your frustrated words about your coursework and he quickly leaned his tall body down to press a kiss to your lips.

he felt your body tense against the kiss and he swiftly pulled away, his expression a bit more worried and his gaze searching yours. he was leaning down enough to smell your sweet perfume, the smell somehow stronger in his high state.

“m’sorry, i-”

he couldn’t finish his sentence before your hands had grabbed his bare broad shoulders and pulled him down to kiss again. his body was tingling as your lips moved against his own, feeling you lean back on the bed until he was nearly on top of you, your taste driving him absolutely mad.

it wasn’t like any make out session felix had experienced before, his hands were moving over your body with a hunger, feeling every curve and inch of your sides and his stomach starting to tighten with a desperate need to feel your bare skin.

the fact that you were grabbing at him only made things better for him, your fingers dancing over his bare chest and shoulders sending a flash of pleasure throughout him, his stoned mind almost having trouble keeping up.

once he had finally lifted your shirt off, he could see that the bra you were wearing was probably a size or two too small, your large breasts practically bursting out of it. his breath got caught in his throat from the sight, his eyes quickly glancing down to your own asking for permission to finally feel them.

and god, they were so big and soft and squishy. even over your bra, he couldn’t help but almost groan at the feeling of cupping them with his large hand. he was eager to get the bra off your body, the fabric only in his way. so you let him.

felix was rock hard at this point, his cock straining against the cotton shorts he had on that rested on his hips, the sensation too restricting as he felt himself leak precum as he took in your bare breasts. felix’s hand quickly fondled you, gently squishing and teasing over your nipples. he wasn’t sure if he’d ever had boobs this big in front of him, but he was thanking all gods, new and old for this moment.

“fuck me, they’re perfect.”

he leaned up a bit over you, his eyes taking over your topless form. he furrowed his brows as he saw your hands resting on your stomach, almost shielding the skin from his eyes. felix bit his lip as he took your wrists and gently moved your hands away, his brown eyes staring into yours intensely. he knew how insecure you were, he knew that you were ashamed of your body, but what you didn’t know is how much felix absolutely adored it. he couldn’t help himself as his deep english voice began to praise you, needing you to hear how much you and your body excited him.

“s’fucking perfect for me.” “look at you, christ… i need you s’fucking bad.”

he’d never found himself being so sweet and intimate before, unable to help himself as he leaned down and started pressing soft kisses to your belly. of course your stomach wasn’t flat or toned in the slightest, but felix didn’t seem to care, his lips leaving a trail of kisses all over the soft squishy skin.

the noises you were making were only driving him further, the soft gasps and whines making him want to show you just how much he wanted you.

“let’s get these off,” he said, his large hands running up and down your thick clothed thighs. he glanced up at you to only see your wide desperate eyes begging him silently. he quickly unbuttoned your jeans, unzipping them before snaking his fingers around the waistband to tug them off.

his stomach swirled with an eager lust as he tugged them down, watching his hands struggle to get them past your wide hips and thick thighs, the sight only exciting him further. his brown eyes flickered to your crotch to see you wearing some black panties, a small bow on the thin waistband. he was panting, rushing to pull your jeans all the way off so he could admire your plush body more.

he threw your pants to the side, his gaze taking in your thick thighs and legs, his large hands running up and down your calves before reaching your thighs. there you were, your curvy body topless and only in your underwear now and he could swear his mouth was watering. he couldn’t stop himself from gripping your thighs with his fingers, pressing into them and squeezing as he let a small groan leave his lips. he’d been waiting to have his hands on you like this for some time, but now he was impatient, his cock throbbing as he wanted more. he needed more.

felix had completely lost control at this point, his thoughts lustful and his judgement still slightly clouded from the weed he’d smoked with farleigh previously. he leaned over your legs and dipped his head down, pressing wet hot kisses all over your thighs, almost animalistic as he dipped his tongue out for a taste of the soft flesh. he leaned up for a second and pushed your thick thighs apart before diving right back in, his lips moving over your inner thighs.

you were moaning and whining for him, and he was so close to your clothed heat that he could practically smell the arousal coming off of you. he wanted to feel your thighs around his head, he’d been dreaming about it for quite some time so without a second to spare, he pressed his lips over your clothed cunt, breathing in and out deeply as his hot breath hit you and his lips felt the dampened fabric. felix groaned as he held his head there and he was delighted that you’d instinctively closed your thick thighs around his head, the feeling exactly what he’d been waiting for.

he nuzzled his nose into your clothed heat a bit, finding the smell of your arousal and enjoyment of his actions intoxicating. his brown eyes glanced up to see you leaned up slightly on your elbows to watch him, your big juicy breasts on display and soft whines leaving your lips.

“smell s’fucking good for me, so sweet.”

he pressed a soft kiss against your dampened panties before leaning up a little and bringing his fingers up to hook around the thin waistband. tugging them off slowly to tease you and see your plush form squirm. he threw them to the ground of his messy room, secretly memorizing where he’d threw them in hopes to keep them later. his breath caught in his throat as he saw your exposed cunt in front of him now, so perfect as your folds glistened with desire.

he brought his body over yours, his face inches from yours before he pressed a long deep kiss to your lips. your taste only made him feel higher, his hands moving up and down your bare body, squeezing some squishy bits of you and feeling himself lose control.

“you’re gunna let me make you feel so good, yeah?” “m’so hard for you, love. want you so fucking badly.” “y’like when i run my hands over your perfect fucking body? yeah?”

he kissed you hungrily between each whispered praise before his lips found their way to your neck, the smell of your perfume and shampoo making his cock twitch in his shorts. he sucked and nipped at the flesh, hearing you whine out his name as he pressed his body flush with your own. your large breasts were against his toned broad chest, his desire poking and rubbing against your thick thighs through his shorts.

he let his hand slide from your sides and down between your legs, a sharp gasp leaving him against your neck as he felt how absolutely soaked you were.

“all for me? so fucking wet f’me?”

he couldn’t stop himself after feeling that, his fingers practically drenched with your arousal. he leaned up, putting his lips around his fingers to clean your desire off, the taste so very sweet. “mmm,” he moaned, “christ you’re delicious, darling.”

you couldn’t seem to take it anymore, making felix feel joy as you brought your fingers to the waistband of his cotton shorts, tugging eagerly, wanting him to take them off. at this point, felix thought he’d do anything you asked, feeling completely at your will though he was the one on top of you right now.

after a moment he was back on top of you, his thick long cock lined up with your entrance as he pushed your plush thighs open. you were begging for him, the head of his dick dripping with precum, slowly going down his length. he didn’t even bother to get a condom, he needed to feel you. all of you.

“gunna show you how much i need ya, gunna fuck ya nice and hard.”

he slowly inched his tip into your entrance, his eyes shutting tightly from the delicious sensation. you were clenching on nothing, so when he finally pushed inside you a little more, he felt your walls take him in, making him let out an appreciative groan and some pants. you were so warm and wet, and when he finally bottomed out, he couldn’t help the moans that escaped him. he wasn’t usually so vocal, of course felix was great at dirty talk but he wasn’t one to involuntarily moan. he just couldn’t help it now, his tightly shut eyes opening to see your thick curvy body writhing beneath him, driving him mad.

he started to thrust in and out of you, making sure to go deep inside you each time. he needed to make you feel good, to keep hearing those pretty noises you were making, and to keep pushing you to realize how undone he had become over you.

“y’taking me so well.” “so beautiful f’me.” “fucking gorgeous, you are. making all those noises for me.” “m’already about to cum inside you, darling. y’feel so good.”

he stopped thrusting for a moment to just appreciate you beneath him, your beautiful features flushed and your soft lips panting and moaning still, even if he wasn’t moving anymore. your juicy tits making his cock throb inside you. he brought his hands down to squeeze at your flesh, loving the way his fingers could dip in, loving the way your body felt and looked.

“christ, look how bloody gorgeous y’are.” “mmm, fucking love the way you feel under my fingers.” “pretty girl, so pretty f’me.”

once he picked up his movements, he pulled your thick legs up to his panting chest, putting each foot on one of shoulders, fucking into you deeper. he had one large hand on your calf, the other reaching down to press his finger tips into the plush flesh of your thigh. you were moaning so loudly, making him keep up his brutal thrusts as he struggled not to cum himself. he felt you clenching around him even more than before, his dick buried deep inside you and hitting your sweet spot over and over now.

“cum f’me darling, that’s it.” “that’s it, love, cum all over my cock, wanna feel you.” “doing so well f’me.”

and when you screamed to announce you were cumming, he did too. his low moans were loud as he cursed and praised you, his movements sloppy as he chased his release, dropping your legs around him as he pounded into you until he was nearly collapsing. “mmm, f-fuck,” his deep voice groaned as he shot his warm load deep inside of you. he collapsed on top of you, breathless as he panted with his face in the crook of your neck. his thick long cock grew softer inside you before he gently slipped out of you, making you whine before he grabbed you and pulled you into his arms. for a few moments he took his fingers and gently traced shapes on your back until your breathing steadied, savoring the moment of you both coming back down to earth.

you whispered his name, making him flick his brown eyes down at you, a few strands of his messy dark hair stuck to his sweaty forehead as he grinned at you warmly. he squeezed the side of your wide hip, his finger tips pressing into the soft squishy flesh before he pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek.

“you’re so pretty,” he mumbled, making you giggle. he held you close and you let him, because he was felix.

hope you enjoyed! thanks for reading <3 u can find the sfw part 1 here.

[kassiekole22]

Can you do a Syzoth/Reptile x reader, about him telling the reader about things they should know about him & his reptilian form before they date each other? Thank you!!!

Are You Sure?

Picture lightly edited by me.

Description: It takes all the courage in the world to tell Syzoth how you really feel about him. But Syzoth isn't so sure that you can handle a Zaterran as a lover. So he decides to tell you everything you need to know, before taking your relationship to the next level... Warnings: Fluff, Pining, A Small Bit Of NSFW. (For brief mention of breeding.) Word Count: 1.4k A/N: I am sooooo sorry this took so long for me to finish! I've been dealing with some health issues and other personal struggles recently so I've been having a hard time getting things done quickly. But I'm getting better so hopefully that will change soon. I want any other anons to know that I still fully intend on finishing your requests and to other readers, please don't let this discourage you from sending any requests. I love hearing all of your ideas! Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this fic. 🖤 MasterList: 🖤 Kassie's Angels: @lorebite, @mornandil, @bihansthot, @katiralovely. (If you want to be added to the taglist, let me know in the comments! 🖤)

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I slumped down under a shady tree after practicing fighting for a solid two hours. Lord Liu Kang told me the monks would be harsh, but I never expected training to be just as hard as it was. So I sat — the back of my head hitting the bark of the tree as it fell back onto my shoulders — and I let out a tired sigh. My eyes began to fall shut but then the wrestling of tree branches jerked me right awake as I let out a startled gasp. I looked up to find the source of this sudden commotion only to see Syzoth — in his human form — staring down at me from a high branch with a cheeky smile stretching his lips.

"You scared me!" I laughed as I reached an arm up to swat at his feet, which hung down from the branch he sat on.

After responding with a huff of laughter, Syzoth jumped down beside me. He sat down on the ground so close to where I was that I subconsciously held my breath, now very weary of moving in his presence. But not from fear — because it was the closest I had ever been to Syzoth before. The soft touch of his skin touching mine when our elbows brushed together, being engulfed in a cloud of his natural scent, even being able to hear his breath was enough to get my heart beat racing. To say I liked the man was quite an understatement. In my eyes, he was beautiful; I just wish I knew how to tell him that.

"It's so nice out here," he breathed before letting out a relaxed sigh. "I could sit out here for hours."

"Yeah, me too." I agreed, looking in every direction but his. Of course, I wasn't subtle about it — despite trying to be — and he noticed instantly.

"Are you ok?" He asked as his tone dipped softer with more concern.

I simply nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired."

I finally mustered up the strength to look back at him and make eye contact. But as soon as my eyes met those pale green ones, I could feel my cheeks burn with a sudden heat of desire. The expression that grew on his face was much like his tone moments ago: concerned and worried.

'Shit! He notices!'

"Are you alright, (Y/N)?" He asked while placing a hand gently on my own. The sudden contact did not help my rosy completion and I felt my skin burn even more.

I quickly pulled away and nodded my head, "Yes, yes — I'm fine." I assured him. "I just got too much sun today."

It was a good lie and I just prayed that Syzoth was as gullible as I had hoped. He did not answer me after that and for a good moment, peaceful silence had fallen over us and I was glad.

I took a deep breath to calm my nerves and finally felt myself relax again. Looking up at the sky, I noticed that not a single cloud covered it, allowing the sun to beam down upon us. The birds chirped happily and the butterflies fluttered in the air — watching them helped all of my stresses melt away and bring me to peace. It truly was a perfect day. I let my eyes flutter shut as a cool breeze blew passed us, and then I felt completely comfortable in my surroundings.

That was until Syzoth's voice broke the long-lasting silence...

"(Y/N)," His voice came out serious as he spoke. His sudden change in tone instantly caught my attention and I turned to face the man. "I have a question that I must ask—"

"Ok — what is it?"

"Do... Do you have feelings for me?" He asked hesitantly and almost... Shyly?

I froze as soon as the words came out of his mouth and I instantly felt my cheeks burn with intense embarrassment. The shock I felt was overwhelming and I had absolutely no idea how to respond. I just sat there, thinking deeply about a million things at once.

'Does he know? Am I really that obvious? There's no way! I mean, I've done so well to hide it!... Haven't I?

As humiliating as it was, I knew I couldn't keep the truth from him for any longer. So after heaving a deep sigh to gain just a little more confidence, I spoke my confession: "Yes, Syzoth — I do have feelings for you."

He stared at me with a blank and not so surprised expression for a moment. I felt as if I was under a burning spotlight while under his gaze. Finally — after a moment that felt like a lifetime — he let out a soft sigh. It didn't seem necessarily stressed or disappointed in anyway — it was just a normal huff of air.

"Are you sure? Because — as you know — I'm no ordinary individual. I'm not human like yo—"

"I don't care, Syzoth!" I cut him off as I raised my voice slightly. I didn't mean to come off aggressive in any way — I was just eager to tell him how I felt. I exhaled slowly and lowered my voice to a more calm pitch. "I like you for you; that stuff doesn't matter."

He looked at me for a moment, almost like he was reading over my words in his mind. Something told me by his expression that he did not believe me and would need further convincing. And unfortunately, I was right.

"No, (Y/N). You do not understand." He heaved a deep breath and shifted so he was facing me more before continuing, "There is still a lot about me that you do not know. Things you are not prepared for—"

"Well... Prepare me!" I basically demanded with an enthusiastic smile and he raised a brow at me for a moment. He seemed almost hesitant to let me into his world but eventually he did nod in agreement.

"Ok... For instance, our diet mainly consists of raw flesh of animals and humans. We can eat cooked foods but we don't prefer it." He paused for a moment to check my facial expression before continuing, "We shed our skin once a year. It's a very long and uncomfortable process and I will become very irritable at that time. I like warmth and do not do well in the cold — I can't handle it, in fact. I also have to keep my skin hydrated and... There's also mating season... Um..."

His eyes averted away from mine as he shifted uncomfortably on the ground while letting out a cough. I blushed at the thought of this "mating season" he mentioned, but tried my hardest to keep my composure for his and my sake.

"I may appear human sometimes, but do know that my reptilian nature still lingers within. Are you sure you want to engage in a romantic relationship with someone like myself?"

I smiled warmly at the man sitting before me and took his big hands in my own, massaging the backs of them with my thumbs to sooth him. It was obvious he was nervous and I didn't want him to be — he deserved to be comfortable with someone for once in his life and I was going to make sure that I was that person.

"Like I said before: I like you for you. And I would be more than happy to engage in a romantic relationship with you — that is, of course, if you want to engage in one with me?"

I gazed up at him through my lashes with hope blossoming in my heart for the first time that day. I felt his hands grow sweaty in my own and the look of concern on his face remained, causing a little bit of that hope to die off.

But then his worried expression melted away with a fond smile as his cheeks turned a faint tint of pink. He leaned forward and gently pressed his lips against mine — not necessarily molding them into a kiss, but just holding them there. So I decided to take charge of the situation and pressed mine into his in the way a kiss would be formed. And happily, he kissed back.

I knew that loving a Zaterran would be a challenge, but I wouldn't have it any other way. My heart longed for him and now that I had him, that's all that mattered to me. I had finally found the one for me and I knew I'd be happy as long as he was at my side — this I was sure of.

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[mrs-kodzuken]

hard to desire ⨟ kenma k.

chapter two

babydoll ari abdul

❝Oh, Father, forgive me for all my sins

When I meet your eyes, the Devil, he wins

Blinded by your lies, but I play pretend❞

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"We're going to miss you so much sweetheart," Your mom hugs you tightly, tearing up a bit.

"Call us if you need anything at all, sweet pea." Your dad says, giving you a sad smile over your mom's shoulder.

"I will, I promise. I love you guys so much." You tried keeping the tears at bay because you knew you wouldn't be able to stop. They had packed everything you'd need into your small car and then, of course, sent you with extra money for the things they couldn't fit.

You were going to live with Kuroo in an apartment so surely there should be basic things like a refrigerator or microwave?

"Be safe, sweetie." Your mom said as you were leaving out of the door. You could only nod and wave bye, you'd never left home on your own like this before, so it put you through quite a few emotions.

You hadn't mentioned the part about Kuroo's roommate, Kenma, yet to your parents. They trusted you under Kuroo's care as if you were still a child.

Starting the drive to the town you would be spending the next few years in made you a little nervous. You decided to hook up your playlist and play some of your favorite songs to help with the nerves.

You had also wondered if you would ever see that strange man again, maybe that would be your first ever attempt at romance. Never being in a romantic relationship before meant that you relied on fictional characters from books to fulfill that part of your brain.

You just hoped that Kuroo wouldn't snoop to your bookcase that would be put up in your room to hold all of your books like trophies.

In the time that you had been driving and spacing out to the music, you had magically appeared in the town you kind of remembered.

Quickly, you called Kuroo because he didn't even give you the address to the apartment you would be staying at yet.

"Hey, I'm in town now. Could you send me the address?" You asked into the phone call connected to your car's radio.

"Uh, yeah sure," Maybe a minute went by. "There you go. I'll go let Kenma know you're on the way here, little one. See you in a bit."

Whilst you were trying to figure out the weird directions to get to the damn apartment, Kuroo was trying to get Kenma to come out of his room.

"Kenma, she's on her way now. Make sure you're nice to her, just what I had spoken with you about a couple days ago." Kuroo reminded Kenma, leaning on his door frame.

Kenma had been still trying to sleep even though it was almost 11:40am. That's always a tell-tale sign that he was up late on one of his many consoles or editing his Youtube channel.

"Kenma." Kuroo called once again.

Something stirred within the pile of blankets on Kenma's king-sized bed. Then a grunt was heard and Kuroo decided that it was enough for him, he'd have to actually say it again when Kenma would be up later. Kuroo shut his door and sighed, hoping this would go great for everyone involved.

Soon after, you sent him a text message saying you believe you had gotten to the apartment.

Kuroo came jogging down the apartment stairs to meet you exiting your car.

"Hey, little one. Was the drive okay? You need some help getting all that up the stairs?" He asked, giving you a hug. He'd be mindful of your feelings later when you've settled in so you can spill about your sentiments of being here, like you used to.

"Hey, yeah the drive was fine. Nothing but a bit of music and singing can't help," You chuckled and broke the hug.

"And yeah, it would be great if you could help me." You eyed your car, the backseat seemed to have been spilling through the windows based on everything your parents had insisted on packing.

"They sure do love you; you know that?" He mentioned opening your trunk so he could start with whatever is back there first.

You swallowed your feelings, "Yeah, I know. Let's get this stuff hauled in there." You said, changing the subject so you didn't have to think about that right now.

"I've taken the liberty to give you a queen-sized bed. I assume that you would bring your own sheets because I know you like particular 'aesthetics'." He made finger quotes around the word but that didn't take away how thoughtful it was of him.

"You didn't have to; I could've bought my own and put it together. I'm a manly man, you know?" You joked, enjoying the nice moment between you two.

"Yeah, yeah whatever you say." He grunted, hauling a box over his shoulder up to the apartment. After a couple trips, he told you he'd get the rest and lock your car for you so you could get things organized in your new room without being overwhelmed.

Heeding his instructions, you got to work.

By the time you were done, your room kind of resembled the one at home but this one spoke to you in a way that one never did. It signaled a new era for you – a new you.

Your bookshelf stood tall and proud with plenty of colorful books on it. Your bed had a pink and white theme, a fluffy rug in the middle of your hard wooden floor, and a door mirror were your favorite touches so far.

The apartment itself wasn't so bad. You didn't really get to take a look at it due to unpacking but you definitely wanted to now. Exiting your room, you find the bathroom and you guess the bedrooms where Kuroo and Kenma sleep.

The kitchen wasn't spacious, but it wasn't crowded either. It doesn't take a genius to realize that Kuroo probably meticulously placed the barstools and counter items like the tea, coffee, and toaster machines in specific places.

He was such a geek sometimes.

You looked through the cabinets and tried to stick everything to memory of its place. You, however, brought some of your own favorite dishware that had cute pink ribbons imprinted on the glass. You definitely were going to make your presence known with that.

That happened a lot more throughout the apartment too. Your little decor items like a specific throw blanket and pillow on the couch just for you. Small decorations on shelves here and there. Your toothpaste and toothbrush in the medicine cabinet.

You were popping up everywhere in their lives. In his life. And for some reason, it got under his skin. Even covering his head with a pillow, Kenma could still hear you bustling about in the apartment, talking to yourself about where something should go.

You'd occasionally ask Kuroo, and he'd just say, "Whenever you want to put it is fine with me, little one." Not taking into account Kenma's thoughts and that kind of pissed him off.

Not that it was his fault anyways. It's not like he got out of bed to say hi and greet you. Or it's not like he's pretending to be asleep so he doesn't have to conversate with you.

Kenma doesn't know why exactly you're getting under his skin so much, but it bothers him. It bothers him so deeply.

"Want to come with me to help you set everything up for school? I can show you the main buildings and once you get your class schedule, I'll tour the buildings with you, so you won't be late on your first day?" Kuroo's offer lit your eyes up.

Afterall, you were here because you wanted your degree, so obviously you're excited about classes and school.

"Yes, yes, yes. That'd be amazing. Just let me grab a jacket and I will. I saw something about it possibly raining later." You called out to him, fast walking to your room to get a zip-up you had on earlier.

You heard Kuroo walk back into the hall, and you thought he was going to get on to you for taking forever as you looked at your outfit into the mirror of your door. But that wasn't the case.

A knock was sounded, but it wasn't on your door. It was his.

"Kenma, want to come with us? We're going to go view the fall semester classes." Kuroo said through the door to Kenma's room.

You even stopped breathing to hear him.

You'd see the picture frames on the walls and here and there on the shelves from their high school days but there wasn't a current one of Kenma out. And even in those pictures, he was always looking away or face not closely in the picture. That in itself had made you curious too.

“Too tired.” Was all that was spoken but it still had an effect on you. Even though it was muffled through walls too. It was slightly becoming a bit more than curiosity at this point. But then again, you kind of had gotten a bit sad that he wouldn’t be tagging along.

You’d be living with a man you don’t even know, and he was too tired to go look at fall semester classes? Interesting. 

“Alright, well little one, let’s get this show on the road then.” Kuroo called for you and you opened your door.

“Okay!” You shoved that weird Kenma thought to the back of your brain and went ahead with Kuroo to enjoy how you guys would be spending the rest of your day. 

. . . 

Just like that, two entire weeks of school passed by. And yet, not even once within those fourteen days of school did Kenma take any invite from you.

You remembered how he turned you down multiple times. One day you had softly knocked on Kenma’s door, hoping for him to answer.

“Hey, want to come study with Kuroo and I? I thin-"

"Leave me alone." Kenma's annoyed, muffled voice cut you off and gave you the answer you needed. You purse your lips, hoping you haven't done anything to upset your roommate. Although that isn't even one of the possibilities for you haven't even been in the same room for longer than five minutes max.

Another encounter was when you had gotten home with Kuroo, and you guys decided to get takeout which was aka Mexican – your favorite. You had found Kenma sitting on the couch in the living room scrolling on his phone.

It was as if he could sense you looking at him, he quickly got up and headed straight for his room.

"Hey, wait. I wanted to know if you wanted to add to our order. We're getting Mexican food for dinner tonight." You spoke hopeful, keeping your voice light the entire time. You desperately wanted to connect with your roommate, even if it seemed that he hated you – your mere presence.

However, he had other thoughts as he passed you with a gruff scoff, "Mexican makes me sick."

Just a few words hurt your feelings more than you'd like to even admit. You weren't used to this type of rejection when you had been nothing but cordial.

One fateful day after class, you decided you really needed a study session with Kuroo to boost your spirits. You didn't want to feel so down with it only being the second –almost third– week of college.

"Of course, anything for you. I'm going to invite Kenma; he needs it too." Kuroo said, without thinking. You hadn't confided in Kuroo about how you think Kenma absolutely hates your guts. Every time you try, you just keep thinking maybe there is something you're missing that is making him behave this way towards you.

"Oh... yeah, that's a good idea." You tried to support it, but you were riddled with anxiousness.

Your nerves got even worse when Kuroo had stated that Kenma, begrudgingly, would meet up with you guys. Only to which you then mustered half a smile, knowing that the next few hours would be more stressful than the coursework itself.

You stood at the small cafe that was built into the university's library, you stared at the menu hoping that your memory would be able to recall what Kuroo had always ordered.

On the off chance that you and Tetsu come here to study or get a breather, you always forget what he orders. On the other hand, Kuroo has mentioned what Kenma gets every single time and now that is the only thing that has burned itself into your memory.

A fucking oat milk latte loaded with any sort of sweet syrup.

You'd been secretly watching Kenma when he drinks them, seeing which kind of syrup he favors more. You're not exceptionally sure why you've been doing this either. However, the vanilla and caramel he seemed to like the best, so you asked to add both of those syrups into his latte.

Then, you made sure to send Kuroo a quick text, asking what his order was again – hopefully it just gets blamed on your apparent forgetfulness.

'Iced coffee with a splash of sweet cream' He had texted back, which honestly seemed very basic.

With a drink carrier, you carefully made your way to the study table that soon had everyone's laptops, notebooks, and pens out.

"Thank you, little one." Kuroo said, hastily taking his bland iced coffee from the brown, recyclable drink carrier.

Kenma's sharp golden eyes peered upward at you, causing you to gulp. He took his coffee without so much as uttering a word as Kuroo got to work. You had pretended to type notes for your art class and secretly peered up to see the slightly upward turn of Kenma's lips.

You felt satisfactory with your decision.

After a few hours of studying, you couldn't help that your eyes kept drifting to Kenma. Kuroo had gone to the bathroom and your coursework was definitely not on your mind. You breathed in as you took in his entire form across the study table from you.

Kenma's medium length hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, his brown roots showing more so since they've grown out quite a bit from the starch contrast of the blond hair dye. A few strands of hair had framed his sharp angled face, he seemed extremely concentrated on whatever he was reading at the moment.

Your eyes moved downwards, taking in his frame and clothes. They were the most basic, as expected from someone who didn't really care what outfit he wore. A tee with graphics on it and black sweatpants.

Noticing more, his laptop had one of those light up keyboards that you kind of wanted to run your hands across for fun. If you focused on just him, you could slightly smell the scent of cinnamon apples coming off of it. It felt intoxicating to say the least, making you feel the slightest bit of light-headedness.

You snapped out of your thoughts when he suddenly shut his laptop hard.

"Done studying?" You asked curiously, trying to pretend that there isn't a weird flutter in your stomach nor that you basically were ogling him either.

"Why does it matter? It's not like you're doing any studying with the way you've staring holes into me." He sneered at you, and you couldn't help the faint dust of blush that coated your cheeks.

"I was spacing out, sorry." You muttered, only focusing your attention on the brightly lit laptop screen, not the way you feel embarrassed for the emotions that coursed through your veins when you thought of your roommate – who hated you, you had to remind yourself.

When in the hell was Kuroo coming back from the bathroom to save you from this?

synopsis: it's the summer before you go to university, and you decide to become roommates with your pen pal that you've known since you were in primary. big problem arises, he's got a roommate, and it just so happens that his roommate either has a sexual want for you or hates your guts – or probably both?

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[carryonafi]

my quiet blue tomb of you.

ashton irwin x reader; SMUT!! 🔞

a/n: okay now i’m getting WAY to confident with the smut but i just had this idea i needed to get out. most of these things were inspired by convos ive had with my friends and they were amazing with giving me ideas for this fic!! enjoy some hot drummer boy sex

cw: choking kink, hair pulling, recording sexual acts, a tiny tiny bit kinky ;)

words: 3k

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Your phone was set on the closest surface possible, already filming as you shuffled around the kit and settled onto the small stance of the stool. Ashton was beaming with you sitting between his legs, like he couldn’t have been in a better position and you just about trumped every single thing he’s ever achieved with this instrument. His head ducked to your shoulder, the rogue flyaways of his curls tickling your skin which sent the reaction of goosebumps all over your body.

“Cameras rolling, babe.” You warned playfully, only getting a soft hum in response as Ashton pulled away and reached for the pair of wooden sticks resting on the snare to your left. The video would be edited on your part anyway, you loved those fans to death, but you couldn’t give them too much attention.

The sensation of your boyfriend's body wrapped around yours was so, so desiring. Body heat radiated from him through your thin top and his bare torso, arms shadowing yours as he bared the sticks in your hands. The palms of his hands were rough, but they were able to give you the most gentle touch you’d ever felt. Fuck, it made you dizzy. His hair brushed against your cheek as he peered over your shoulder to help you.

“Play by yourself a bit.” He encouraged, making you giggle at the lack of context behind the words he was saying. Ashton only missed it by a beat, but his laughter followed yours soon after. “You know what I mean.” His fingertips brushed against your right side, sending another shiver down your spine.

Hesitantly, you looked around the kit and decided to bring the drumstick down onto the floor tom on your right side. Just once or twice.

“No need to be so ginger with it.” Ashton shook his head, once again wrapping his hands over yours to direct them. He adjusted your position a bit and you could feel the slow rise and fall of his chest, the soft beat of his heart and it just about made you sleepy. They say that when you’re with someone you love that these… endorphins release that make you all sleepy and warm, that was exactly how you were feeling. You barely registered Ashton’s voice. “Wanna play anything specific?”

“Teach me…” You paused, letting your head drop back against his shoulder to get the best look at him you could. “Jet Black Heart.” Confidence. That was very much what you wanted. He gave you a soft smile before blessing your temple with a peck of his lips, letting the kiss linger for a moment before you sat back up and let him guide your movement.

“Push your foot down on the pedal for me.” Ashton ordered in such a soft manner that it didn’t even sound like a direction, a suggestion that you were obligated to take from your trance. You did just that, bringing your foot down, but it barely made a sound. “With force, (Y/N). You can’t be gentle.” He corrected, making you sigh and ponder. These drums were meant to be beaten, meant to be abused into beautiful symphonies that you could only create with melodic and rough raps. You stomped down a bit harder, the boom was halted because of the soundproof walls of the basement — but it made a sound.

“Ohh!” You hummed in amusement, tapping the pedal a couple more times and smiling at the sounds it made.

“See? Sounds better, doesn't it?” Ashton rubbed your sides as you nodded, tilting your head slightly to get a look at him… and snuck a sweet kiss to his cheek.

“Mmhm.” You made a sound like an affirmative, waiting for his next direction that could make your heart flutter, and it did. He whispered to cross your arms, slowly guiding your hands while he told you when to push on the pedal. Almost everything you did was under his control, his heartbeat accompanied with yours and the sound of the drums ricocheting in your ears. The wooden sticks felt like they could slip out of your hands at any moment, you were so weak from his touch but so amazed at how easily he made this all seem. When he finished showing you the beginning, he played it all in one and turned to look towards the camera. A 2 minute video, that would be enough for them, right? Once again, you marveled in amazement at how the drums sounded.

“You’re a professional now, you should take my place.” Ashton let go of your hands, giving you the freedom to beat around on the drums a bit longer. No particular pattern in mind, only tapping away on the hi-hat to achieve that hissing sound that you always loved. However, you frowned when it didn’t work out the way you intended. Not the right part.

“Maybe not so much.” You turned back to Ashton again, staring straight into those dilated pupils and blown out hazel irises. Pure love. Pure love was all you could see and you knew you were mirroring that right back to him. His arm snuck around your waist, smiling sweetly as he hovered over your lips for a moment. Now this was what you were looking for, your hands had a mind of their own as you set down the drumsticks and cupped both of his cheeks. Your lips met soon, the pads of your thumbs smoothing over his cheekbones and index fingers tracing the rough of his sideburns. He hummed against your closed mouth, and you melted. Melted into lovely mush because of your adoration for this man, how easy it was for him to be the way that he was and charm with no effort at all. The noise just made you wanton, that kiss turned into lips parting and sliding against each other as the enticing sound of you pulling away made you dizzy each time. Your heart started to pound, arousal started to pool as you felt Ashton’s grip on your waist become tighter.

“Ash.” You sighed dreamily, hands sliding back to the rogue curls which rested on the nape of his neck right above that beloved tattoo. “The camera.” The tone you spoke in was slow, it almost sounded far away because you were so enthralled by the beginning of this make-out session.

“You’re gonna cut it, aren’t you?” Ashton asked quite rhetorically as he continued his journey along the point of your jawline, gasping as he bared his teeth against the sensitive skin of your pulse point. “Keep it on, save a little bit for yourself. Don’t have t’show anyone.” His words were muffled against your flesh, each syllable like a slow puff of loving smoke against you and further shaking your need.

“Mm.. ‘kay.” You huffed in defeat, shuddering as you felt him smile to your throat. The position you were in was quite uncomfortable, still twisting your body to meet his. Ashton took notice of this quickly, tapping your thigh and motioning for you to sit up so you could get more comfortable. Every little thing came so easy to him, it was beyond you. Within seconds, you were perched atop his lap with your feet placed firmly on the ground with the height of the drum stool.

“Fuckin’ perfect, you are.” Ashton’s hands wandered your body, calloused fingertips gliding along your hips and stomach as your top had ridden up slightly. Just enough to make him hungry. The instant change in his attitude made you stir, the sweetness from earlier had shifted into possession and you could see it in his eyes. Large pupils dark with lust and need, despite every act he put on he could never hide that desperation for you. This realization made you giggle, bumping your nose with his as you leaned in for another kiss.

“Mh. Love you.” You spoke like a secret, kissing him once in expectation for him to repeat it.

“Love you more. So much more, my girl.” Suddenly your heart soared again, the fuzzy feeling in your chest made you bold enough to drag your nails down his chest as your lips met for the hundredth time within the last 5 minutes. It was so soft, but so needy, so slow. You never understood the term “love drunk” until you shared everything with Ashton, he could never fail to make your heart flutter like he was kissing you for the first time again. Like he was touching you for the first time again, sharing hushed whispers of your three favorite words for the first time again, it was so magical. You were convinced that this would never go away, the honeymoon phase would last your entire relationship and that was the way it should be.

Now, you were growing much more impatient. Your hips began to slowly rock into Ashton’s and the friction had him sighing gratefully, giving you the perfect opportunity to slide your tongue over his bottom lip with a need to push this further.

“Greedy.” He laughed as your hips collided again, his voice cut off in a groan.

“Only for you.” You replied, grinning victoriously as he returned the favor and gripped your hips, dragging you down against him. A gasp passed your lips, the smile never faltering as the sultry tone dripped from your sounds. “Want it so bad.”

“Yeah?” The implications made you weak, nodding desperately. “I’ll give you what you want.” Ashton leaned in to continue what he was doing before, placing those kisses to your throat which felt harsh but so loving. Marks would be left behind, but ones that would only fade within a short amount of time. He would always give in, you were too good to pass up and he only played those games when he really wanted to.

His fingertips came into contact with your skin again, feeling over the dips of your sides and waist, cherishing you like this was the last chance he’d get to ever touch you. Momentarily, everything around you went quiet. No background noise, no fabric shuffling, just the soft kisses and sounds of Ashton’s lips traveling every inch your neck. You could hear the pounding of your own heart in your ears, tangling your fingers in his thick, fluffy curls as you sighed and breathed, every sound heavy with arousal. His hands inching towards the soft elastic of your pajamas, touch sending goosebumps rippling throughout your body. It was so much, but never too much. Never enough.

“Help me out, here.” Ashton murmured against your skin, muffled by your body. You obliged immediately, without hesitation as you knew exactly what he was asking. You shuffled around, lifting your hips so he could push off the material and expose you to those eyes. Those dark eyes, completely overtaken with lust. “Mm. I figured.” He hummed, seeing you completely bare underneath. You let out another soft laugh, music to his ears just like the music he created.

“You should know me by now.” Your voice came in an awful suggestive tone, the fabric of his pants now pressed to your bare core. “I like easy access.”

“Do you, now?” Ashton whispered, pressing wet kisses on your breasts as you kneaded your hands in his hair. “I suppose I trained you well.” He hummed into your curves, making you gasp as he gripped your thighs to move you closer and instead creating friction which felt much more intense due to there being a layer of clothing lost.

“I want you so bad, please — I know you want me too.” You breathed, shuddering as your hips met again which finally elicited a groan from Ashton.

“Why have you got to be so damn irresistible?” He cursed, sucking in a breath as your hands went to his sweats to do the same thing he had done to you. You both were eager, too eager to put in the effort and take them off all the way. Ashton was lifting your hips within seconds of you watching his cock spring free of the confines, your breath getting caught in your throat as if this was your first time. From the most innocent scenarios to times like this, there wasn’t a moment where you didn’t feel anxious butterflies or that familiar swirling in your head.

His fingertips dug into your flesh, creating that tightening sensation in your chest as he whispered soft praise against your neck. The way he eased you down, rubbing your hips yet roughly gripping your thighs and feeling his frame tremble beneath your own as you took his length told you that this sweetness wasn’t going to last long. The only thing you could do was let your hands go right back up to his hair, disheveled in the most gorgeous way ever imaginable. You breathed out a satisfied sigh, listening as Ashton echoed you and added more loving encouragement.

“Feel so good, baby. Look at me, come on, dear… wanna see those beautiful eyes.” The comment made you blush, but regardless of his command your head tilted back as you closed your eyes. The pleasure was all too much and you had barely done anything, this position was something different. Your internal guess of how long this loving act was going to go on for had been proven right, feeling the loss of his hand on your thigh as he instead gripped your throat. You gasped, a strangled whine tearing past your closed off throat.

“I told you to fucking look at me.” Ashton’s voice was husky and hot between you, the tone sending a shiver down your spine. Your own hand went to grab at his wrist, and it was then you noticed how tight his hold was on you. It made you dizzy, dizzy with arousal and dizzy from the fact that he was somehow safely blocking your windpipes enough to make you obey without question. Your eyes were locked onto his as you rolled your hips, watching Ashton’s eyelids flutter and his kiss-swollen lips part to let out a moan of his own.

“Fuck..” You said softly, eyes widening as both of his hands got tighter on you.

“Watch that mouth.” He said simply, and you knew right then and there to let him take over. Your body submitted completely, simply taking in the feeling of his hips lifting from the drum stool with ease and your own weight on top of him. You no longer needed to have a brain, you could let Ashton fuck you mindless and you knew he’d be satisfied.

Between the soft grunts and growls that he made and your own restrained moans, there were the sounds of skin and friction. It felt like heaven as he lost all self control, relentlessly fucking up into you with a hand on your throat to keep your gaze on his muted green irises. However, you could see that this position was getting pretty hard to keep up with. The line of frustration between his eyebrows and the sweat collecting in those curls that hung over his forehead, you tried to get his attention.

“Switch — bend me over.” You gasped, hoping your babbling made enough sense to him. It did, watching his strong chest rise and fall with each labored breath he took as he let go of your throat. You gratefully took in a deep breath, not getting to enjoy it much before Ashton firmly patted your thigh.

“Up.” He said without any elaboration needed, pushing yourself off of him with a quiet sound before standing up. He followed in your actions quickly, towering over you, bodies almost touching… you weren’t kept waiting any longer. Ashton’s arm wrapped around you, roughly fastening his grip on your waist as he spun you around and forced you down. This was not very steady, not at all. Your hands were placed on the high toms of his drum kit, which were not at all attached to anything stable. Not that you had to completely rely on it, since Ashton’s arm was all the way around you keeping you close.

“I’ve got you, I got you.” His other hand traced your spine, leaving goosebumps in his wake just as he braced himself and passed easily through your folds. Another desperate sound escaped you, trying to not put too much pressure on your hands and potentially knock something over. Ashton quickly built up his pace again, his hand slowly making its way up your back again before taking your hair with one sharp tug. This had you crying out his name, fingertips grazing against the material.

“Gonna cum. All over your fuckin’ back.” He rasped, thrusts becoming sloppy and uncoordinated. “Wanna see you covered. All mine.” Ashton rambled possessively, making your thighs shake with need to finally be brought over the edge.

“Please? Please — I…” Your words were cut off with a silent moan, closing your eyes to watch those shapes drift across your vision. You tightened around him, you could feel it because of the way Ashton had tried to speed up and keep his pace regulated. The orgasm that washed over you made him fail to keep composure, quickly pulling out of you and doing just as he had promised. Your ass and lower back painted in his cum, one beautiful sight Ashton couldn’t tear his eyes away from. You both panted and slowly collected your consciousness, unable to hold yourself on these drums much longer. Ashton felt your struggle, guiding you into a standing position with your back against his torso. Both of his arms snaked around you comfortably, warm, large hands on either side of you to remind you just where you were.

“That’s gonna be fun to watch.” He mumbled against your neck, pressing those open mouthed kisses to the hickeys he had left with pride and affectionately roughing up your skin with the stubble adorning his cheek. Once your eyes opened again, you looked over at your phone still set up on the desk nearby.

“Mm, I dunno. That whole “bending me over the drum kit” thing didn’t work as well as I thought it would.” You mused, leaning your head to the left to feel his sweaty hair against your skin. However, you didn’t regret one bit of that.

“I made it work, though. Didn’t I?” Ashton nuzzled your neck, making you laugh breathlessly as he tickled your skin. “You’ve got some weird fantasies.” He added.

“And you have only just scratched the surface.”

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(some more cutie pics of ash to imagine for this one🤗)

[classicanalyzer]

Skeleton Crew - This Could Be A Real Adventure and Way, Way Past The Barrier Thoughts

"Since the fall of the EMPIRE, the NEW REPUBLIC has maintained order.

And yet, remote hyperspace routes are increasingly plagued by piracy.

These PIRATES boldly brand their armored hulls as a sign to all ships.

Surrender or die...." The opening crawl of Skeleton Crew

The first two episodes are such a fun and refreshing open to this new Star Wars adventure. The editing in this show is top notch and full of personality. The child actors did an amazing job of selling the four kids as kids in the Star Wars galaxy. The high number of aliens in this show also really refreshing.

That opening space battle goes so hard, especially the transition from the title crawl (I'm loving how the live-action shows since Ahsoka been doing this) to the action. The action sequence is shot really well and I love how the visual effects look.

Mick Giacchino did an amazing job with the score with the kid's theme and the pirates' theme. I can't wait to see what else this man cooks in the rest of the episodes, especially with the piano.

Captain Silvo is pretty much Jude Law's character, Jod Na Nawood (at least one of his many, many identities).

Brutus being a Shistavanen is such a good choice. Such great alien prosthetic work. It was also some good continuity to see Vane in the show, given the focus on pirates.

I like how Wim is a deconstruction of wanting to have a classic SW adventure and believing in the classic SW tropes. As he'll see over and over again, the galaxy is not as idealistic and happy as the stories make them out to be. But I also feel with his desire to do something more and different, especially in that scene when he looks at Neel's family and his own reflection. I hope Wendle, Wim's dad, gets further exploration in the forthcoming episodes.

Nell is the best. That boi must be protected at all costs. The prosthetics for him and his family are so amazing. He seems to have a problem with asserting and standing up for himself. It's both funny and cursed that his siblings are watching footage from the Holiday Special lmao. Fern is a bit of a brat, but she's also dealing with a mother who expects a lot from her. She tries to escape that as much as she can while trying to live up to her expectations. She also is the most level-headed of the group. KB is the most intelligent of the group but also seems to long for more in life. Her fascination in the creatures in the pirate spaceport and absent mindedness at the creatures suggest interests beyond technology. I want to know about KB about why she's given cybernetics and where her family is.

I also wonder what the mural in Fern's house means for the history of the world and the story of the show.

The production design is very impressive and I really like the electronic devices used in the show, especially how Wim uses his to look at images of the Jedi.

I always had a feeling that At Attin was pretty fishy based solely on the suburbs, lmao. They seem to have a false utopia of sorts with all the predetermined career tests (the US Department of Education would love them lol), especially toward whatever the "Great Work" is. I wonder if the Great Work mentioned by Fara is related to Soh's Great Works.

I also like the nod to how some Jedi Temples can arise from underground and arise plus the Atollon and Aldhani mentions are nice nods to the larger Canon.

I like a theory that the Barrier could be a hologram of sorts.

The Onyx Cinder is such a cool ship design. SM-33 (Nick Frost) is such a fun pirate droid with some kickass fighting choreography. His introduction in the red lighting is also really cool. I hope we get to see more of his antics and character in the show. Port Borgo looks so fire, and God, the visual effects for the pirate port and this show are so amazing. It blows Ahsoka's visual effects out of the water. A Teek being the driver is a fun nod to Ewok: The Battle for Endor. I also find it interesting that everyone thinks their world is not only considered a myth and doesn't exist but is full of treasure. I also like that the Theelin brothel worker wanted to help out the kids and get them back home, tho it's very understandable why Fern is distrustful of her, given the nature of the port.

The fact the kids literally know nothing that's commonplace and normal to the galaxy means most of At Attin (since they had droids from the galaxy, I wonder if the general public doesn't know about the galaxy but only a few in govt know) didn't hear anything of the Skywalker Saga. Oh God, that's going to be a depressing story to tell the kids (especially Wim on Order 66) and At Attin's public about how the galaxy went to hell for decades.

I love that rat (Snowball) that lives in SM-33's empty eye. I also like how Wim refer to Old Republic credits as dataries just as Qui-Gon said when referring to credits in The Phantom Menace. I wonder how insane the exchange rate between Old Republic credits and New Republic credits is.

I wonder what Jod's backstory is since Jude Law confirmed he is an actual Force-sensitive and not pretending to be one. Realistically, I think he's just a Force-sensitive who is posing as a Jedi to the kids. However, I feel like there could be more to his story since Law mentions we'll be learning a lot about his character in Episode 7. If he was a Jedi, I like to think he was a Jedi dropout and then using the Force subtly to rise in the pirate ranks. I hope Jod gets some character development if he is going to try to manipulate the kids at first (mainly because I like Jude Law and hope he gets to do more Star Wars.

Otherwise, these two episodes is such a great start to this show.

"The distance between us and the key...is an illusion." "Jod Na Nawood"

[tellyouily]

maybe stay here forever

dnf - couch cuddles - 1.4k words

george likes dream's sweater and patches seems to like it too

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There is this sweater that Dream wears sometimes, a dark blue half-zip fleece with leather patches on the elbows and deep, warm pockets, that George is a little bit obsessed with.

Of course, the pockets are mostly there to be used by whoever is wearing the sweater, not by his best friend slash boyfriend who constantly has cold hands, but it’s a nice benefit. Not to mention that Dream also happens to look especially great in it, all broad and soft and rugged—especially with a few days worth of stubble on his face and his curls a little messy.

Which has been the case for most of the time these recent weeks, much to George’s contentment.

If someone were to ask him about it, though, he would maintain that he likes the blue sweater a normal amount. Give or take. And he might bring himself to admit that it’s the person wearing it who he likes more than just a little. An abnormal amount, you could say. A ludicrous amount.

He’ll admit that happily.

After searching high and low for the past ten minutes, he finally finds Dream in the guest house, of all places. He’s on the couch with his legs outstretched and his laptop—surprise, surprise—perched on his lap. Somehow, Patches has fit herself on his chest, too, fast asleep with her head on his shoulder like a baby. She must have ventured in here looking for him, too.

And she must have taken one look at the dark blue sweater Dream is wearing and deemed it a nice place to take a nap.

George doesn’t appreciate that she succeeded on that quest before he did.

“Hey you,” he says, announcing his presence. He leans his back on the door to close it.

Dream looks up and stretches, lifting a hand to the back of his head. His screen casts a soft glow on his face, and George would bet good money that either gmail dot com or his editing software is currently filling it. Or both. Dream likes the split-screen function.

“Hey you,” Dream echoes, making George smile as he nudges past the coffee table to join him.

This is really not a couch that can fit two people lying down, it can barely fit one if he’s honest, but Dream scooches closer to the back pillow and lifts his arm as a wordless invitation.

George does not need to be asked twice, climbing into position. He feels like he’s precariously close to the edge, but then Dream wraps his arm around his waist and pulls him close, and he relaxes like he’s been given a sedative.

Patches stirs ever so slightly at the commotion, giving George what he’s sure is a pointed look.

“She took my spot,” he mumbles, frowning at her and watching her simply close her eyes again and let out a sigh.

Dream’s hand comes to rest near the waistline of George’s sweatpants, his fingers grazing the sliver of skin where his hoodie has ridden up.

“There’s two spots,” he says gently.

And he’s right, of course. And really, George thinks it’s a good sign that Patches has chosen this as her desired nap location. She’s a smart cat and if this is the safest, warmest place she could think of, then he trusts her judgment wholeheartedly.

He would probably do the same if he was a cat. He’s even doing it now, as a human.

Only now does the laptop screen in front of him come into focus, showing something entirely different from what he was willing to bet money on. It’s a sports game of some kind—football? Or is that rugby?

All he knows is that each team is wearing a different color and that they are both running around on the field trying to win. And that Dream might be a furnace in disguise with how warm he is. Mostly the last thing.

“What are you watching?” George asks.

“Football game,” he answers, followed by a soft huff of amusement. “That you don’t care about.”

“I care a lot, actually.”

“Uh huh.” His smile is audible. “I’m sure it’s so interesting to you.”

George nods into the folds of the fleecy fabric. “It is. I love it,” he lies, making Dream laugh.

The game on screen seems to go on some kind of break and the camera pans to the players standing around, leaning on their knees, out of breath, and to the crowd and muted discussion between the referee and who George assumes is one of the team captains. Dream sighs and presses a kiss on the top of George’s head.

“If it was soccer you’d care,” he says. “ Actually care.”

George hums in a way that means yes. Real football, you mean , he would have said if he wasn’t so comfortable that he is tempted to let sleep overtake him. Take a page out of Patches’ book.

He’s surrounded by the kind of warmth that reminds him of his childhood. Of coming back inside from playing in the snow and getting to sit by the fireplace and watch cartoons to get the feeling back in his fingers. It’s more than enough to make him want to succumb to sleep.

Dream’s palm coming to rest fully on his bare stomach makes him blink. On screen, the game has started back up and so has the faint sound of cheering coming from the speakers.

With some difficulty, he retrieves his phone from his pocket. If he is to keep himself awake while lying here, watching American football is not the way to do it.

He uses Dream’s chest to prop up his phone and lets his thumb swipe past X and over to Reddit instead. 

Some of the posts are worth reading, others he scrolls past. It doesn’t take long for Dream’s attention to inevitably get pulled to his screen, as well, abandoning the game. George doesn’t blame him. He can tell that he’s reading, concentrating, by the way his hand starts drawing mindless shapes on his hip. He tries to move as little as possible in hopes that Dream won’t realize that he’s doing it and possibly stop.

They’re halfway through a particularly technical post about the motion detection system they’ve set up for the titan when a message from Sapnap pops up at the top of his screen.

Something stupid, of course. So stupid he might have just ignored it had it not been for the way he feels Dream smile against his temple.

George snorts. “What an idiot.”

He swipes down and types an even more stupid reply, making Dream turn his head away to laugh. Really laugh.

George grins. He knew that would get him. He’s much funnier than Sapnap could ever dream of being. “What’s so funny?”

Dream answers by burrowing his face into the back of his neck, his quiet laughter getting muffled by the hood of his hoodie. He’s in that kind of mood, George thinks; the one where he could say anything and Dream would find it funny.

It’s his favorite Dream-mood by far. He would know—he has them all cataloged.

“I should be a comedian,” he says, if only to prove his point—which it does.

“No, your guys’ humor is like, fucked,” Dream says, clearing his throat.

George sighs and clicks his phone off, moving his head back so he can see Dream’s face.

“You like it though,” he counters, running his hand over the stubble along his jaw.

Just then, Patches’s ears start to twitch and they both glance over at her, watching as she opens her eyes and stretches out her paws so far that they poke against George’s bottom lip.

“Oh no,” Dream says softly, petting her head with his free hand.

“Good riddance,” George mumbles, feeling a sense of smugness at the look of discontent he is sure that she gives him.

It’s not like they’re in a competition for Dream’s attention—except that they are, and he won it the second he walked into the room.

Dream shakes his head at his comment, but his amused-by-everything-George-says-smile hasn’t left. Patches stands up and hops onto the back of the couch, and then onto the floor, going off to somewhere quieter.

Good riddance.

“Guess she’s not a football fan,” Dream says.

George presses closer just because he can, hitching his leg up higher across Dream’s.

“Good thing I am,” he says, closing his eyes.

Dream shakes his head, his hand finding his thigh. “You’re an idiot, is what you are”

And George might like Dream’s sweater, but he thinks he likes making him laugh even more.

[roseonne]

next time

Mephistopheles attempts to ask you out on White Day.

a mephisto x mc / reader for white day ! ( ao3 link )

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"Alright. Class dismissed."

Finally.

Mephistopheles lets out the mental groan he's been holding onto since the beginning of class, around three eons ago. (He's exaggerating, obviously, but three hours did feel an awful lot longer today, for some reason.) Normally, being stuck to his chair with his ears almost hurting from hearing the significance of magical potions and their hazards, not only to humans but to angels and demons as well, over and over again, is a tolerable occurrence for him. So now, seeing that he's seemingly over everything that's had happened to him within the span of just one day, irritates the life out of him.

Hastily, and with a hint of recklessness, the RAD Newspaper Club (former) president wastes not a moment in gathering up his things and taking his leave.

Oh, thus he realizes, whilst on his way out.

Maybe that's what's keeping him so preoccupied? The piled-up articles he still has to proofread and publish; the photos in his camera that he's to edit first, then upload to the official RAD Website; and a terrifyingly long list of all the other deadlines he ought to catch up to, academic and personal matters combined.

A sigh of distress escapes the noble demon's lips. Without much thought, he fetches his D.D.D. out of his pocket and the screen immediately comes to life.

03/14/XXXX 4:46 P.M. Today's Daily Reminder: "Don't forget to celebrate White Day in your own, special way!" -Lord Diavolo

Well. That explains it.

Troubled, Mephistopheles runs his fingers through his hair, tousling the locks he made sure to keep as neat and tidy as possible. As much as he desires to fulfill Lord Diavolo's honorable (although sometimes questionable) requests, just how in the Devildom is he to juggle all his tasks and duties at once? He has his work cut out for him today, and for the rest of the week. Such a poor demon he's become. And to make things even more complicated on his end, apparently, he isn't getting any of his listed items done right on schedule. Unfortunately so.

For as if in response to his already-raging psychological turmoil, the universe provides him with the biggest, most troublesome distraction he's yet to learn to ignore and conquer...

Mephistopheles sees you.

"MC!" he calls out from the top of his lungs suddenly, surprising both you and himself as his voice appears to have acted against his will. And the fact that he rushes to your side upon instinct truly isn't helping him in the slightest. "Fancy bumping into you now of all times."

"Mephisto!" You greet him with a smile, and right away, he feels the warmth of you emanating from the center of his chest. "Good work today!"

"Likewise." Mephistopheles places a hand over his heart and bows at you slightly. "Are you heading home now?"

Your polite nod in confirmation to his query earns a rather sharp click of the demon's tongue. 

"Isn't it too early for that?" Mephistopheles raises an eyebrow. "Why don't I do you the honor of inviting you out with me for dinner, perhaps? Of course, on behalf of Lord Diavolo and the rest of RAD, we're grateful for your efforts in keeping the exchange program alive!"

The noble demon senses you feeling a little taken aback; and he understands. He figures you're probably aware of how busy he is, considering how tedious it is being the main individual manning the RAD Newspaper Club. Again, even he is growing more and more perplexed at how his body's acting. Doesn't he have so many things to do? How is he able to make it seem like he's got so much time to spare while keeping a straight face? Oh, Diavolo. He no longer recognizes himself at all.

"Uhm..." you find yourself stuttering, evidently unsure as to the kind of answer you'll provide your current pursuer. 

"If you're wondering how we'll meet, I'll pick you up at the House of Lamentation by seven." But Mephistopheles is more than ready to hush each and every one of your possible concerns. 

Shifting a little of your weight over to your other foot, you hum quite a playful, "Well..." 

Crossing his arms, but raising his index finger in the air, the demon proudly declares, "It'll be my treat, MC. Don't worry. I got you."

And you've made up your mind; Mephistopheles recognizes the familiar light in your eyes the moment your gazes briefly met and locked. 

"MC, there you are!"

But what perfect timing. In the midst of his persuasion, here comes the residents of Purgatory Hall. And the brothers of the House of Lamentation. And well, basically everyone else you hold very close to your heart.

Clearing his throat in a slight panic, Mephistopheles tries to regain your attention, "MC, please. If you would justー"

He's too late.

"I'm so sorry, Mephisto." It's the sincerest, most bittersweet apology he's been told so far. "Maybe next time!" you add quickly, as you at last get dragged farther and farther away from him.

Down the drain, goes his infrequent chance with you, yet again. Mephistopheles squeezes his eyes closed and chews on his lower lip; his mind all blank, save for the resentfulness looming heavily over him. Forget about his deadlines; his tasks; his duties; his role in the future of Devildom. Is it too much for him to ask a mere moment of your time? Is he never really going to learn more about you at this point?

Mephistopheles doesn't see it as a fair game anymore. He's one of the first few demons who's heard of your name the very day you arrived at the Devildom; and yet at least a minute of decent, proper conversation between the two of you, alone, still remains beyond his reach. 

Seeing you share the smile that he is able to somehow find comfort in with everyone else, except him... He admits, it causes a twinge of pain to swell across his chest.

How many next time's have you promised him by now, anyway? He bets you won't remember, either.

But since he isn't the type to just sit in a corner and cry; maybe he just has to keep trying, then? Like the lessons in class, over and over. He must push forward, until hopefully one day, you'll learn to look at him from a perspective different from the one you have of him at present.

...Great.

Looks like he's added yet another questionable thing up his list; which he normally would've called a pain in the rear, but it's you he's thinking of so... You're the exception. His exception. You always are, and always have been. 

Guess I'll have to try something harder than initiating conversations, Mephistopheles brings his eyes to the sky and promises; to you and to himself. Next time. 

And once he succeeds in this mission of forever, only then can he say...

That he's indeed made the progress he so longs for. With you. 

[theworldofotps]

Eight Months Ago

Pairing: HOOK x Reader Word Counter: 5242 Description: Eight months ago Tyler did one of the hardest things he’s ever done.

Slight angst(?), fluff, little hints of smut and some sad (sorta?)

A massive thank you @omg-im-such-a-masochist babes your support, ideas and just everything is always so appreciated. This wouldn’t have been possible or turned out the way it did without your help. Love youuu xx

I really hope you guys enjoy this it’s a little long x (I also hope it makes sense because I’ve edited it so many damn times) _________ Tag list:

@omg-im-such-a-masochist @melissahausen @new-zealand-chic @writtingrose @sjwrites22 @sassymox @mrsacklesevansmgk @xladyxfatex @biforrollynch @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @rebellious-desires @claymorexpunisher @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497 @thatpanpal @thatnerdwriter @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37 @auburnwrites @aews-four-pillars @seeingstarks @whenimakeitshine1234 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @blaquekitty @ironshamelessyouth @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @ripleyswhore @melblacc @alliwant456 @elevennbloom @xbreezymeadowsx @mcreignsera If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. _________ Taz hesitated outside his son’s locker room, normally he wouldn’t think twice about knocking but lately Tyler seemed like he was on the edge. He wasn’t sure when it had all started, but he had a few faint ideas, one he could for sure almost bet was a big part of the reason. After another brief pause, he knocked and waited for the okay to step inside.

“Who is it?”

“Your father.”

“..Come on in.”

Pushing the door open, Taz closed it behind him and leaned against the wall his arms crossed as he eyed his son. Tyler was laid out on the couch, an arm covering his eyes and the other lying across his stomach, he hadn’t even changed out of his gear yet.

“Sit up we need to have a talk.”

“Can’t this wait till later?”

“No, no it can’t.”

Waiting until he was sat up and his attention was focused on his dad, Taz sat on the only other chair in the room. Rubbing his hand over his chin he took the time to really look at his kid, he had dark circles under his eyes. His hair was even wilder than usual and not because of having just finished a match. Taz had started to notice the slight differences in him, and to be frank he was getting worried.

“Look son.”

Taz started slowly trying to figure out the best way to go about this situation, he figured coming right out was best.

“I don’t know what’s been going on lately, but we really need to discuss whatever it is that has you feeling or acting the way you’ve been.”

“Nothing is going on I’m just a little tired.”

“That’s bullshit and we both know it come on Ty I wasn’t born yesterday; you know you can talk to me about anything. But for the last couple of months, you haven’t been yourself. You show up late for training, you hardly return any calls to anybody or when the guys invite you out you always decline. Your matches are still amazing, it seems the only time you’re really yourself is when you’re in the ring. Maybe it’s because it comes like second nature I don’t know. But what I do know is something ain’t right and it seems like it hasn’t been for a while.”

“I’m fine dad really just a lot on my mind but it’s nothing. We’ve been traveling a lot and it’s finally catching up.”

Taz eyed him for a few minutes then spoke once again this time with more caution.

“How long has it been since Double or Nothing?”

“Eight months give or take.”

Nodding, he stood and walked over patting his shoulder then made his way over to the door Taz knew his gut feeling was probably right.

“Well, if you do want to talk, I’m here remember that please.”

“I will dad thanks.”

Tyler said and flopped back down on the couch resuming his previous position, Taz watched him for another moment before leaving the room. Pulling out his phone he scrolled to the bottom of his contacts and hovered over the call button before clicking dial. Listening to it ring he walked away from Tyler’s locker room and headed for the parking lot. This was a long shot but like he’d told Tyler, he knew his kid and he’d bet money that the thing making him behave this way would be on the other end of the phone call.

“Taz?”

“Hey firefly it’s good to hear from you again, listen I know it’s been a while since we chatted last, but I really need your help.?

*Eight months ago*

“Ty wait stop you’re going to drop me!”

Taz followed the sound of laughter and made his way to where the ring was being set up. Chuckling, he crossed his arms watching as Tyler carried Y/n around the barricade that was set up.

“Oh, come on you know I’d never drop you baby just hold on tight.”

Tyler chuckled back to her as he walked around a barricade and then started jumping up the stairs. The sound of Y/n’s screams being muffled as she pressed her face against his shoulder. 

“Be careful Tyler you have a match tomorrow last thing we need is you getting injured because you tripped going up the stairs. And we don’t want y/n getting hurt either.”

Taz called out and made his way down the ramp towards the ring, Tyler huffed but turned and walked back down the steps. Y/n still held tightly on his back as they made their way over to stand with him.

“I wouldn’t drop my girl she’s safe as could be.”

“Not the point son.”

“Thank you, Taz.”

Y/n said slipping off Tyler’s back and adjusting the HOOK shirt she was wearing a grin on her face.

“You’re welcome, you two look just the way you did when you were fifteen and making your way around the arenas waiting for me to finish a match.”

“Except this time, she’s mine and I don’t have to worry about her leaving me for an older man.”

Tyler teased causing Y/n to gasp shoving his shoulder as she crossed her arms.

“I didn’t leave you for another man I just wanted an autograph from Stone Cold and you were busy munching your chips while sucking your juice box.”

Y/n said as Tyler took her hand kissing the back of it lightly then kissed her lips chuckling afterwards.

“When I found her, she was busy drooling over him clutching the photo to her chest listening to him ramble about whatever.”

“I was not drooling!”

“Okay children okay it’s getting late Tyler needs to get some rest for the show tomorrow you can argue about this another time. Head back to the hotel and no funny business I mean it he needs to get a good night sleep.”

“Yes dad.”

Taz watched as the two walked off whispering and giggling as they went, he loved seeing his son so happy and the fact it was with someone who was already treated like family because of his connection with her uncle was just the cherry on top.

*Present* Pushing the hotel room door open Tyler threw his bag on the floor and made his way over for a quick shower. He was ready to just get clean and lay in his bed the exhaustion from his match was finally settling in. He was more than glad he didn’t have anything to do tomorrow so he could just keep to himself. Digging through his bag for a clean pair of pajama bottoms he walked into the bathroom showering and getting ready for bed. Plugging his phone in, he shut the light off, laying down on the bed and waited for his vision to get adjusted to the dark.

He still wasn’t completely used to sleeping by himself even after eight months alone, the bed always seemed much colder without her there. Tyler couldn’t help but shut his eyes tightly, the image of her drifted through his mind as it did almost every night. He couldn’t help playing that last scene back repeatedly like he always did. Sure, he may have been the one to bring this all upon himself, sure he knew that he could have gone about things a different way. But it was too late to try and change the past, now all he could do was unwillingly dwell on it.

*Eight months ago* Tyler rubbed a hand over his face as he sat on the bed, he was supposed to be resting up but he couldn’t help it. What he was about to do was making it impossible for him to go to sleep. Hopefully once it was finished, he’d be able to just push everything off and maybe things would go back to semi normal.

“Hi babe, I’m back sorry it took so long but Renee wanted help deciding on some outfits for the show next week.”

Y/n called out as she closed the hotel door behind her, making her way to the bedroom after removing her coat and shoes. Spotting Tyler she frowned softly and made her way over to the bed slowly.

“Hey are you okay?”

Tyler shook his head and got off the bed. He needed to have a little space between them before he did this. Swallowing back the nervousness he took a moment to collect himself, letting a neutral bored look settle on his features then turned back to her. Y/n the girl who meant more to him then anyone else, his light in this fucked world. They’d known each other all their lives and yet over the course of the time they were dating, his feelings hit fast.

“Look I know this is sudden and out of nowhere but I just I don’t think this is going to work out anymore. And by this, I mean us. I’ve given it some thought and there’s not really any point in letting it drag on. It’s better if we just end on good terms as friends or whatever.”

Tyler glanced over, seeing the shock on her face and the tears welling up in her eyes as he spoke. He knew this was going to devastate her, but he needed out. He couldn’t handle all this emotion and feeling, everything else that came with having a serious stable relationship.

Y/n stared at him and swallowed the lump in her throat as she tried to process everything he was saying. He was right this had come out of nowhere, she thought that they were doing amazing at the present time in their relationship. Sure, they had spats like every couple, but they always managed to work through them in the end.

“Where is this coming from? We’ve been together for nearly eight months. What changed, what went wrong? What did I do to make you feel like you needed to end this?”

“You didn’t do anything there’s no point trying to explain it I just know that it’s best to end things where they are before one of us ends up getting hurt…worse.”

“I thought you loved me. How can you say you love someone then go and do this without giving me a real reason as to why. I don’t want to lose you Ty please baby there has to be something we can do to work this out.”

“We’ll always be friends you won’t lose me completely this is just for the best; I do love you Y/n..in a way but I just know we can’t continue this it has to be over. I got you another room, so you don’t have to go to the airport this late.”

Grabbing the new key, he held it out looking at the wall to avoid watching the tears that were sliding down her cheeks. Tyler knew she was hurting but he couldn’t let this relationship go on and it was best that she hated him for now then for things to continue as they were. In the end he was worried about breaking her even worse.

Sniffling Y/n stood up and quickly went about gathering her stuff, Tyler watched her pack everything. His heart felt like it was going to pound out of his chest. He wanted more than anything to stop her, but he knew he couldn’t. When she had everything, she went to the door stopping with her hand on the knob just hoping he would change his mind. Sure, she could yell and scream but the thing she wanted most was for him to be happy. And if ending their relationship was going to make him happy then she wasn’t going to stop that. Walking out she closed the door behind her, leaving Tyler alone with the memories and a empty feeling in his chest.

*Present* Y/n stared at the tickets that laid on the table in front of her in an envelope. After the call she received from Taz a few days ago she was dumbfounded. She couldn’t understand why he would want her to fly all the way out to Chicago because Tyler wasn’t acting himself. She hadn’t seen or spoken to him since the night she left his hotel room. After having her cousin grab the few things, she had at his apartment she hadn’t had any contact with him. Of course, she had asked after him and even tried to send a text, but it failed to deliver.

Taz had told her he couldn’t figure out what else to do, Tyler wasn’t talking to him like he normally would. He wasn’t talking to anyone or being himself, and this was the last thing Taz could think of. Tyler and Y/n had been close as could be even before they dated so he was hoping that she could help. 

Honestly as much as she loved Taz and wanted to do this for him, she couldn’t just forget about all the hurt and anger she had felt at the way Tyler ended things between them. He couldn’t even be decent enough to give her a straight answer as to why he was breaking up with her. She’d spent weeks and months afterwards trying to think of what could have gone wrong and she kept coming up blank. 

“Tyler made his choice he obviously didn’t want me there anymore, he ended things between us why should I care if he isn’t acting right?”

Standing she felt all that old anger coming back to the surface as she stared down at those tickets.  “I really think he needs you Y/n”

Taz had told her; she had never heard that desperate tone in his voice before and knew that he must be really worried about Tyler.

“If he really needed me then he never should have left.”

Y/n turned her back on the envelope and made her way into the bathroom to have a hot bath. Maybe she would know what to tell Taz after spending some more time thinking. The flight was for tomorrow evening. Slipping into the hot bath y/n rested her head back on a towel, her eyes closing as the water gently swirled around her. She couldn’t help her mind wandering when she closed her eyes, thinking about Tyler brought back memories that she tried her hardest to keep buried in the back of her mind.

*A year ago* “Ty what if we get caught by someone?”

“We won’t baby, nobody ever comes down this it’s too far in the arena so we’re safe.”

Tyler whispered holding Y/n’s hand as they made their way down a dark hallway. He had just finished a match and despite still being in the arena; Tyler needed her now. He just couldn’t wait until they got back to the hotel. Stopping short Tyler turned pressing her against the wall, Y/n gasped at the contact of cold cement seeping through her shirt making her shiver as his warm body covered hers. Tyler’s lips met hers in a hungry kiss, his fingers pressing into the skin of her hips, Y/n let out a soft moan as he rocked into her. 

“Been thinking of doing this all-day angel ever since we got out of bed this morning.”

“Ty please I need.”

“Shh I know baby just be a good girl and wait. I’ll give you just what you need.”

He kissed across her jaw and down her neck, his hands slipping under her shirt touching as much skin as he could. Her nipples pebbled under his touch and soft moans fell from her lips as he worked them between his fingers. Tyler couldn’t help the smirk that covered his lips at the sounds she was making.

“As much as I love playing with your tits my dad will be looking for us soon.”

He chuckled softly before yanking her pants down to her knees a soft gasp falling from her.

“Fuck you’re already wet for me and I’ve barely done anything.”

He whispered in her ear as he rubbed her core through the new panties he just bought her. Y/n whimpered and whined as he pushed the fabric to the side. Pulling his own shorts down he fisted his cock stroking it a few times before slowly sliding into her. Y/n moaned head falling back as he laced their fingers together, rocking his hips forward.

“So, fucking tight.”

He hissed giving her just a few moments to adjust to his size before he pulled out thrusting back in.

“I love you Ty baby so much.”

Y/n cried out her legs wrapping around his waist as he moved in and out of her, Tyler’s eyes met hers a gleam of happiness in them.

“I love you too starfish, forever.”

*Present day* Wiping the tears away Y/n huffed and reached over grabbing her phone sending a quick message to Taz.

‘I’ll be there tomorrow evening.’ ~ Taz watched the flights flash across the board, she should be off the plane and walking over to the baggage claim any moment now.  Looking around Taz smiled mover making his way over when he finally spotted her, waiting till she grabbed her suitcase and turned around.

“Taz!”

“Hey firefly it’s so good to see you kiddo!”

Hugging her tightly he kissed the top of her head and grabbed her suitcase offering his arm for her as they made their way through the airport.

“Thanks again for coming Y/n I know that things haven’t been good between you twos but I’m worried and nothing else is working.”

“Are you sure he’s going to want to see me?”

“Honestly yes I do. You should have seen the way he was after you left, I don’t know why he ended things, but he was a mess afterwards. He doesn’t know that I heard him every time I passed his room or went to his door. I’ve told him more than once that breaking it off with you was stupid but he’s a grown ass adult. Here we go let’s get in and head for the arena he has a match tonight, so we’ll keep you hidden until afterwards.” 

“What are we going to do if he gets mad and tells me to leave?”

“If you knew how miserable he’s been for the last eight months or so especially these the last few weeks even. I think seeing you would be more than good for him even if he doesn’t want to admit it. Maybe the two of you could finally talk and you can find out why things ended the way they did. If he really doesn’t, well then you can explore Chicago for a few days before going home. Or there is a ticket for tomorrow.”

“Yeah, having some closure would be really nice if I’m honest.”

“Closure yeah.”

Taz nodded holding the door for her to get in the car and walked around getting in the driver side.  Nodding y/n went silent for a moment she had tried to figure out once again why he had left but she couldn’t and unless Tyler told her she would never know. That was another reason why she had eventually agreed to come all the way out here.

Taz really was hoping that this would be good on both ends for the two of them. Making the drive to the arena they talked about a bunch of different topics, the closer they got the more nervous Y/n became. Yes, she had always hoped to see Tyler again, but didn’t think she would. Y/n also hoped she’d be able to keep her cool when she seen him. But part of her couldn’t help arguing that he deserved her anger after all. 

Parking the car, they slipped in through a back door and made their way down a couple hallways. Opening a door that was labeled HOOK, Taz stepped inside setting her case down and stepped to the side so she could enter. 

“I have Tyler in my locker room for now he won’t be in here until after his match if you need me at all just send me a text. Here’s the remote, and this is the wifi password I’ll talk with you soon, sorry to rush but I need to get to commentary.”

Watching him leave, y/n looked around and sat down she couldn’t believe she was here again. Turning the tv on she searched for the channel that would play Dynamite. She hadn’t seen one of Tyler’s matches in a few months, so she was intrigued to see where his storyline was... 

When his music hit Y/n’s breath hitched as she waited and then there he was, Taz was right he wasn’t himself. The rest of the world may not be able to tell very well but she could she knew Tyler better than she did anyone. Or at least she had, that’s why she was hoping he would be willing to see her tonight. The expression on his face and the lifelessness in his eyes. Shaking her head Y/n focused her attention on the screen watching as the match played out he was still just as fantastic as he’d always been. 

“Come on Tyler.”

She whispered and smiled when he got the pin, Tyler stood up lifting his title then slipped out of the ring. 

‘He’s on his way back just give it a few moments, good luck kiddo text if you need something’

‘Okay thank you’

Putting her phone on silent Y/n stood up and took a few breaths to calm herself down as she waited. When the door handle turned, she prepared herself and watched the door swing inward. His head was down so he didn’t see her right away until she spoke.

“Hello Tyler.”

Tyler’s head shot up quickly, he blinked rubbing the back of his head okay he must have been hit in the head too many times. Either he was hallucinating or Y/n was actually right in front of him.

“Y/n? What are you? Is it really you? How are you in my dressing room? What are you doing here?”

“Your father got ahold of me he said you haven’t been yourself lately and was hoping I could help somehow.”

Y/n shrugged her shoulders biting her lip as she watched him the door finally shut closing them in together. 

“And you came here just for that? I didn’t think..I mean after everything I wouldn’t have expected you too.”

“Well, I hadn’t really planned on it at first but I was hoping for some closure but yeah, he said he thought you really needed me. And well I have some of my own reasons.”

Of course, it was his dad that got ahold of her, the thing he’d wanted to do for weeks and couldn’t bring himself to.

“What’s going on Ty, what’s the matter with you?”

Hearing that nickname sent a wave of sadness over him and a lump in his throat he had to swallow around. Tyler ran a hand through his hair, an action that was all too familiar to y/n he walked over until she was in arms reach. 

“Feels like everything is crumbling around me I can barely sleep; I just feel so lost and I can’t seem to catch a break mentally.”

He mumbled as his eyes ran over her features, he couldn’t believe that she was actually in front of him right now.

“Have you ever felt like everything around you was just fine? The world in your immediate vicinity is doing rather well.  But for you internally, mentally whatever it feels like nothing will ever be right again, and you can’t block out the world completely, so you just try to ignore it.”

Nodding her head slowly as she listened to him speak Y/n watched his expression.

“Yeah honestly I have, still do at times. How long has it been like this?”

“The night after Double or Nothing, when I…broke things off between us it was hard for a while then I thought it was getting better. But it wasn’t nothing has been good since that night and it’s just getting to be too much at this point.”

Y/n felt her heart break at the vulnerability in his voice. If there was one thing that never changed it was the way she always responded to his emotions. She wanted so badly to reach out and hug him, but she couldn’t bring herself to. The feelings of hurt and anger were still welling up inside of her.

“Before I do my best to try and help you, I need to know something. Why did you end things Tyler? If things are so bad, why did you end it between us? And I want the real reason because after talking to your dad I’m starting to believe what you were spewing before wasn’t the whole reason. We were doing amazing at least I thought we were, and even the six months before that when you were training a lot. But then suddenly, it’s not working? I want the truth. I at least deserve that.”

Y/n said and searched his face she wanted to know, she needed to know the real reason. Needed to know the reason that caused her to lay awake at night, her tears falling on her pillow as she tried to think of what she did or said that made him leave.

“I told you already we just couldn’t-.”

“Don’t lie to me Tyler and tell me the truth and I mean the whole truth!”

Y/n snapped and cupped his face making him look at her and not allowing him to break eye contact. The feeling of his skin against hers still sent a spark through her but she ignored it.

“Before I was your girlfriend, I was one of your best friends, we knew each other better than we knew ourselves. And we almost always knew when the other was lying and that is what you’re doing. Now why did you leave me? Why did you end things between us when they were going so well? You just dropped me, Tyler. Like I was nothing. Like our whole relationship was nothing.”

She said letting him go and paced the floor in front of him she didn’t mean to snap but she couldn’t help herself. She was pissed, and still hurt. Swallowing she blinked back the tears and continued.

“Instead of being a man and talking to me about whatever was wrong you just tossed me to the side and didn’t even have the decency to try and fight for what we had. You may not have cared or thought I deserved a reason, but I do. I just want to know.”

“Because I was scared Y/n. You’re right, you know me better than anyone and you know that fear is not something I feel too often but when it came to our relationship, I was scared shitless. My feelings got too real, too intense so fast and I didn’t know how to handle it, so I just swept it all under the rug and ran.”

Tyler admitted, his head dropping, he didn’t know what else to say but he knew she had every right to know. It felt good being able to admit this to her and he didn’t know why the hell he hadn’t done it sooner. Then again, he’d grown up a lot during their time apart and realized that just because his feelings seemed to be too much too fast that it was okay.

“I’m sorry, I truly am I wanted to reach out to you a couple months after I wanted to make things better, but I couldn’t bring myself to. I know it doesn’t seem like I cared, especially with the way I went about everything, but I did. I loved you more than I ever had another person. You were everything to me. I wasn’t emotionally mature enough to handled everything. I know that’s not an excuse either but I’m laying it all out like you want.”

He was not used to being vulnerable and hated how it made him feel but maybe letting this all out would be the start of him getting back to normal. He knew that Y/n didn’t owe him anything so to say he was completely surprised when she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly was an understatement. Tyler’s arms wound around her waist and held her just as tightly to him and felt like he could finally breathe for the first time in a long time. 

Y/n wasn’t sure how long they stood together like that just the two of them holding each other tightly but it felt good. Tears slid down her cheeks as she held onto him, this was something she’d been dreaming of. The relief of finally knowing it wasn’t anything she did, the anger knowing if he would have just come to her about everything they could of worked on it together. The sadness of all the time they had lost whirled around inside her. But for the time being she pushed it away and just focused on the fact she was getting to hold him again. 

“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to do this again.”

Tyler mumbled into her neck and reluctantly loosened his grip so he could look at her.

“Probably as badly as I’ve wanted to, I can’t believe that all this time.”

“I know I’m really sorry.”

Taking his hand Y/n pulled him to sit beside her on the couch and rubbed his hand that was still clasped between hers. Tyler shook his head and leaned back against the cushions a soft smile on his face.

“I can’t believe you’re actually here, how long for?”

“Well, we weren’t sure how this was going to go so I have two tickets one for tomorrow and the other is four days from tomorrow.”

“Would you be willing to keep the second one, I really think we need to sit down and talk all of this out more.”

“I wouldn’t have come all this way if I didn’t think that we could talk afterwards if you were willing. So yes lets get your stuff together and head somewhere maybe we could get some food because you really look like you need something to eat after that match.”

“You watched?”

“Yes, I always used to love watching your matches and I haven’t seen any in a while, so you have a lot to catch me up on.”

Tyler’s smile widened as he pressed a soft kiss to her cheek, he knew this didn’t fix anything, but he still couldn’t help himself. They gathered their suitcases and made their way out of the arena to the parking lot where his rental car was. While putting their suitcases in the backseat Y/n sent a quick text to Taz then climbed in the passenger seat.

‘Going to get something to eat and then talk with him we have a lot we need to deal with’

Taz pulled his phone out since it was a commercial break and smiled as he read over the message sending a reply wishing her the best of luck and then sent one to Tyler.

‘If it works out treat her right this time boy don’t let your fear get in the way of what or rather who you love most.’

*Seen*

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Trying to upload once a week on YT and I haven't even made the trackart, but I'm excited about this one if anyone knows where to find a higher quality off vocal please let me know

EDIT: Trackart and lyrics!

Part of the Evillious Chronicles by mothy(AkunoP) Referenced pricechecktranslations' transcript and octosan's translyrics UST by by NeeMiSo Cover, Mix, Thumbnail + Trackart, Translyrics by glitterbees

Notes!

I'd be remiss not to thank octosan for their translyric of "Madam Merry-Go-Round is she" in the chorus, which proceeded to get stuck in my head for several days straight until I made this.

I gave Alice the royal We both in reference to her position, Queen of Levianta, and the OSS novels.

This is also where I had a bit of fun with host/ess as in 'hosting a party' and host as in 'a whole host of people'. Happy coincidence!

Also given the novels and Alice's identity as MotC/Irina and variations therein: calling her a Clockwork gear seemed thematically and literally appropriate, like the figurine made to dance in a music box

Rather than noting how Alice's face is familiar, I leaned into the novels again (can you tell I just read Punishment and part of this is my processing it) with the way nobody has actually seen the queen's face in Quite Some Time. Until Gammon, anyway.

Alice's hands are certainly not pure by the end of Evillious, but technically time is transient here, making it impossible to know if this is facetious or not. Seemed apt. Plus holding a smile in your hands is just a dash of unreality that fits the vibe I think, as representation for the abstraction of interpersonal warmth and comfort

I'm still not positive just which "vow" Alice is talking about here, so I tried to leave it ambiguous

Final verse, same as the firt! Only with a few words mixed around, nodding to how on some level Alice is aware of her fate to repeat over. And over. And-

Where should we go next on our tour of Evillious?

Lyrics!

Welcome, all, to your new happy place! Pardon Us as We undo these chains binding you to one time and space.

Here's a tip from your Host: See the house brimming with ghosts! Give the ferris wheel a spin, don't be shy, tonight is yours so strap in.

But hey, if you find you need a break from the flurry of fun and games, our cold cradle will hold your weary frame….

Madam Merry Go Round are We, Ruling the park as the reigning queen. Madam Merry Go Round are We, always caught in the same machine.

From the top of the carousel you see in ever shifting Utopian glee…

Madam Merry Go Round are We, spinning through all the old worlds debris. Madam Merry Go Round are We. Nonetheless, We keep the same routine.

Round and round as it whirls fro and to, don't fret about a thing that you thought you knew!

So then if you want your wish to come true, I'm afraid you'll have to wait. So sit back, relax, and join in the queue.

What's that gleaming through the shade, but the famed Shadow Parade? They've been marching their whole lives to the beat of an end they've yet to find.

And as the clock strikes the midnight hour, see, desire for this in your power! It's just the role of your Hostess to oblige….

Madam Merry Go Round are We, Beautiful face hidden by a screen. Madam Merry Go Round are We, lost as a forgotten memory.

In her hands pure as driven snow, there she holds a smile warm and amiable.

Madam Merry Go Round are We. Even if you think your love is key, Madam Merry Go Round are We. Those fleeting feelings are all a dream.

As a vow made between two on both sides never lasted for long and was left behind….

Madam Merry Go Round are We, Ruling this land as the reigning queen. Madam Merry Go Round are We, Clockwork gear trapped in the machine.

At the top of the carousel you see, in ever rhyming Utopian glee,

Madam Merry Go Round are We. Spinning on through the new world's debris, Madam Merry Go Round are We. Every cycle the same routine.

Even if you have no way home, You should have known the only fault here's your own!

[eadanga]

The Press Secretary Part 13

Summary: Chris the mayor of town is married to his wife Becca. When he hires a new press secretary who happens to be his lost love old feelings resurface and Chris finds it hard to resist the desire he once had for her

Parings: ChrisxMC

Chris looks out his office windows and sees all the reporters outside he grinds his teeth “This is so fucking stupid” He closes the shades

Jackie places a hand on his shoulder “You ok?”

“I’ll be fine”

“I can’t believe your wife”

Chris shoots her a look “Don’t ever call her that again”

“Sorry I can’t believe Becca would do all this”

“I can she’s a spiteful bitch she’s the main reason of our problems I know I shouldn’t have slept with Emily while I was married to her but we could have handled this quietly not bring all this drama but Becca being Becca loving the media” He turns to her with a sad look “Go ahead say it”

“Say what?”

“I messed up I know you wanna say it I ruined my campaign”

“Chris you didn’t mess anything up”

“You’re not mad?”

“No in fact” Jackie smiles “I see the way you look at her you’re completely in love with her”

“You’re right but still I feel like I let people down”

“You didn’t all you did was act on your feelings”

“And we’re gonna use that” They turn and see Emily enter the room

“Hey Em what do you mean?”

“Well Becca wants to take this to the press so can we we are gonna do a press conference”

“But what do I say?”

Emily smiles “Just be honest and so will I and show people your personal life doesn’t affect your agenda”

Chris sighs “That’s not the way people will see it”

Jackie scrolls through her phone “He’s right look at the comments on the article He acts like a saint but he’s not why would we vote for a cheater I knew he was fake”

“Ok Jackie we get it no more”

“Sorry didn’t mean to”

“Well let’s spin it around with this press conference”

Chris nods “Ok if this will would work I’m kind of nervous”

“You’ve got this Chris I’ll be with you every step of the way”

****

“There’s a lot of people and cameras out there” Chris peaks out the curtain and looks at the crowd

“I know but we can do this let’s just be honest”

“Still you know these people are vultures they’ll twist it around and say other bullshit”

“I’ve got someone recording in case of any stupid editing we’ll get the truth out there one way or another”

Chris smiles “Thank you Em you’re amazing” He kisses her cheek then fixes his tie “Well let’s do this”

Emily smiles as Chris walks out the podium and she follows him immediately cameras go off and reporters start asking millions of questions

Chris holds up a hand to silence them “Now I know you all have questions and I will gladly answer them but first I wanna say my piece” He looks at Emily and she smiles giving him an encouraging nod “Now my soon to be ex wife Becca has released into the public about my affair with my press secretary Emily I’ve come to inform you that those rumors are true” The crowd murmurs “I know I made a mistake by doing that while in a marriage and that was wrong of me there’s really no excuse to cheat but let me just say that my personal life should have no effect on me being your mayor as mayor my job is to serve this state and make sure everyone is well taken care of and if I may ask do you all believe that I’ve done that since being mayor?”

The crowd looks at each other then back at Chris and they nod

“I’m glad you all think so let’s all keep my personal life out of the campaign I want a clean mayoral election we don’t need any dirty laundry aired out and please don’t attack Emily she’s a good person and doesn’t need to her name dragged into the mud that’s all now I’ll take some questions”

A reporter raises her hand “Hi Chris June Adams for channel 3 news you and Becca always seemed like the perfect couple what happened?

Chris sighs “Well our marriage wasn’t a happy one we’ve been fighting and arguing almost everyday and even if I hadn’t been with Emily we still would have divorced”

“Hi Chris Jeff Smith from the Daily Paper was your press secretary Emily a fling for you?”

Chris shakes his head “No she’s much more than that in fact” He takes her hand and squeezes it “Emily is the girl that I love she’s an amazing hard working girl and I don’t want anyone bashing her online or in person” Emily blushes as he looks at her like he just realized what love is “I love her with everything within me and if she’ll give me a chance it’ll make me super happy”

Emily grins as the crowd waits for an answer “Of course Chris”

Chris grins as he kisses her deeply and the crowd cheers he pulls away and turns to the crowd “That’s all the time we have for today”

He walks away with Emily following behind she turns to him “Did you really have to do that on TV?”

“I would have shouted it from a mountain I want the world to know you’re mine I love you Emily”

“I love you too”

He kisses her again

A/N: @peonierose I used the quote in the story thanks for it you're awesome

Tags: @mfackenthal @indiacater @jared2612 @the-soot-sprite @darley1101 @choicesgodfanatic

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Fighting Fire (Series)

Chapter Six

Word Count: 6,409

Summary: Stevie and Sam never seemed to be what people refer to as "two peas in a pod" growing up. He got under her skin more times than she could count and Sam was desperate to be on a level playing field as his older brother and Stevie's best friend, Jake. One summer, Sam is forced to face his demons and in turn, Stevie is too.

Warnings: mentions of alcohol use

This story is written and edited by me and it is my baby so I hope some people out there can enjoy it as much as I enjoy creating it! If there are typos, bear with me lol

Chapter Six Playlist for the vibes!

Over the last few days, Stevie and Sam had been taking their time with the cleaning process of the house. The two of them have finished her dad's room and the study upstairs while working on smaller areas too. Most of the upstairs was now just riddled with bags of clothes and boxes of items they were planning to either give away or sell at a yard sale. They have definitely been making progress with the sorting, but today, Sam decided that they have been working enough and now it was time to have fun.

"Let's go swimming today," Sam said at breakfast and Stevie looked up at him from her mug of coffee. She nodded and smiled, wiping her mouth on a napkin.

"Yeah," she said, "I could use some fun."

"The upstairs is almost completely done," Sam smiled, "I think we've deserved this."

"You're right," She said, "This is just as much about cleaning this place up as it is about having fun!"

Ever since their night at the bar, Sam and Stevie have not argued, at least not seriously. This past week, they've actually been coexisting like normal humans. It was strange, but Stevie was surprised by how pleasant it was to spend time with him. No fighting. No drama. Sam was very careful with everything. He always asked her about her dad's things before doing anything with them and he always made sure to do check ins to make sure she could handle what they were going through.

It was fun. He was weird and quirky when he wasn't trying to be someone he wasn't. Sometimes, Stevie would reflect on these days with him and feel guilty for how they treated him growing up. She felt bad about the way she has always been so quick to judge him and write him off. She was walking a fine line between trusting him, ignoring the chance to be at one another's throats again and keeping him at an arm's distance. It had still only been about two weeks that they've been there, so she didn't want to be too sure of him.

"I have therapy this morning," Sam said, interrupting her thoughts, "But after that we can hit the dock for sure."

"Oh! Is this your first session?" Stevie asked and Sam nodded, "Yeah, I'm a little nervous about it."

"It's hard," Stevie admitted, "But just remember that it's for you. Talk about anything that is pressing you."

Sam nodded, checking the clock, "Oop! I should actually go get ready for that."

He grabbed his dishes and took them into the kitchen and Stevie watched him as he carefully washed them and set them aside on the drying rack. When he turned around to head up the stairs, she called after him, "Good luck!"

He turned around and smiled before excusing himself and Stevie looked around the house, wondering what she could do in the meantime. She looked over into the living room and saw Rosie laying on her back on the couch and she laughed.

"Wanna go on a walk, girl?" Stevie said and Rosie looked up, flipping herself around and wagging her tail.

Stevie smiled and took her mug to the sink, grabbing Rosie's leash and harness from where Sam has been keeping it. Rosie jumped off of the couch and wagged her tail as she made rounds around Stevie's legs. She got the harness on Rosie and they left the house, going on a walk for a bit while waiting for Sam to be done.

After they walked around the neighborhood of other vacation homes and Rosie got in enough of her desired sniffs, Stevie had only killed about fifteen minutes so she pulled her hair up into a bun and decided to head out back to the backyard and investigate the pool situation.

They always kept the pool covered up when they weren't home, but since she hadn't been there for so long, she was a little nervous about the kind of maintenance it would need to be back up and running. She cranked the cover off and was happy to find that the color of the pool still looked normal. So, she went ahead and fished out all of the questionable floating debris and dug out the vacuum from the pool shed, hooking it up and letting it get to work.

Stevie then spent the rest of her time waiting for Sam by testing the pool water and cleaning the filter. When he was done with his therapy session, he came downstairs to check on her and stopped in his tracks when he saw her out of the backdoor, working on cleaning the pool filter. He laughed and made his way outside.

"Hey," Sam approached her and she didn't bother looking up when she muttered a response.

"How's the pool?" Sam asked and she smiled, finishing her job and looked up at him, "It's great! Once it's cleaned, it'll be ready for swimming!"

She shielded her eyes from the sun with her hands and gave him a toothy smile, "How was therapy?"

"Fucking weird," Sam chuckled, "But, I guess it was fine."

Stevie nodded, "Yeah, you'll probably get more comfortable after a few weeks! Did you want to hit the lake or wait for the pool?"

Sam shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, "I was thinking we could take the boat out! Maybe pack a lunch or something, what do ya think?"

Stevie hissed, trying to rack her brain about whether or not the boat needed work before it went out in the water again, "Hmm. I don't know if we can hook it up to my car, actually. My car isn't really built to tow boats."

Sam laughed and nodded, "Yeah, that's true. Do you still have those canoes? We could use those!"

Stevie nodded, "Oh yeah, they're in the garage hanging up!"

"Great!" Sam clapped his hands together excitedly, "I'll investigate the garage and you pack the food!"

Stevie stood up, replacing the pool filter before she walked back over to him, "Sounds like a plan! Let's go!"

They went on their separate quests and Stevie packed sandwiches, fruit, protein bars and a separate cooler for drinks. Sam found the canoes, retrieving them from the wall and loading them onto the front deck before meeting Stevie back inside. She was just finishing up zipping the coolers and he sighed, "I'll have to take Rosie out for a walk before we go."

"Oh I did that while you were in your session," Stevie said, "I'm not sure how often you need to walk her."

Sam gasped, looking at Stevie and back at his dog, "Rosie! Did you get a walk from Steve? Were you nice to her, hm?"

Rosie ran up to him, jumping up out of excitement and he pet her aggressively.

"She was very nice," Stevie laughed, "We had fun! Honestly, I might need to own a dog of my own!"

"Oh good, I'm glad! They make lovely companions," Sam chuckled, "Come on girl, ya can't come with us. Maybe next time!"

He led her to her kennel and after locking her in, Sam tossed her a treat.

Sam took the food cooler while Stevie took the drink cooler and the two of them left the house, both carrying a canoe and an oar with them down to the dock. Sam let Stevie get into her canoe first, assisting her into it and giving her a good push out into the water. She roared in a fit of laughter but she didn't paddle, waiting for him to join her on the water. Once they were both situated in their canoes, they began to paddle farther out, racing one another and dramatically trying to paddle faster than the other.

Once they got far enough out into the lake, Sam stopped paddling and Stevie worked to get closer to him before she stopped too, allowing the two of them to just float near each other.

"This is the life!" Sam exclaimed and she smiled, "I haven't done this since I was like a junior in high school or something."

"Man," Sam sighed, "I'd do this every day if I could!"

"Well you can as long as you want while we're here! Who knows how much use these things are gonna get anytime soon," Stevie laughed and Sam looked over at her as she watched the water lap against her boat.

"You pretty much have your own vacation house now, Stevie," Sam said, "You should soak that up as much as possible regardless of if you have company."

Stevie sighed, closing her eyes and enjoying the sun, "It's a little harder to do things by myself."

"Well, it's the perfect time to start," Sam said, "Might be freeing."

She looked at him and saw him with his eyes closed too, face towards the sun and she smiled. It was always surprising when he would call her out, but in a way that was actually careful and helping her in some sort of way.

"Mmm," Stevie hummed, "Maybe."

Sam pointed out in front of him, "I mean look at that view! It's beautiful! Could definitely be some inspiration for your writing, ya know?"

Stevie looked out at the horizon and she let her mind wander for a second, studying the hills in the distance and the birds flying. She nodded, but kept it at that, not wanting to dig in deeper to the writing stuff.

"Could be," Stevie sighed, "I'm not sure if I'll keep the house."

Sam shot her a look of shock, "What? What are you talking about?"

"It'll be kind of expensive to keep up with an entire lake house, don't ya think?" Stevie frowned, "Besides it is a ginormous place just to have to myself."

Sam shook his head and scoffed, "You have to keep it Stevie! This was your dad's favorite place in the entire world! I don't think he'd want to see it go to some stranger or something."

"Yeah, I'm aware of that Sam," Stevie groaned, "But it's not realistic for an almost twenty-seven year old to have this big ass lake house and no one to share it with."

Sam frowned and nodded, "I get it. I really do, but I don't think you should let it go. Even if you do sell it, sell it to me."

Stevie looked at him with wide eyes and started laughing, "You? And why would you even want it?"

"If you're not keeping it for yourself," Sam said, "Then I'm keeping it from randoms. It should always be in your family, Stevie. That's the way Nate would of wanted it and that's the way it'll be."

Stevie chuckled and nodded, "Okay, well if I decide to sell it, you'll be the first to know, Sam."

Her voice was just a hint sarcastic but Sam was serious about buying it from her. He thought she was crazy even to consider getting rid of it. Not only because of how beautiful it was, but because of all of the memories attached to it too. Maybe that was selfish, but he didn't care. They grew up in this lake house. He was not ready to say goodbye to it forever, even if Stevie was.

She looked over at Sam again thinking about how passionate he sounded when he talked about the house and she reached her oar to his boat, pulling their boats closer together. She took a rope out of her bag and tied their oars together and Sam looked at her, confused.

"What are you doing?" he asked and she raised her eyebrows, "Um, tying our oars together so we can have lunch, duh."

"Oh yes," Sam nodded sarcastically, "Can't believe I didn't get there myself."

"Would you rather I throw you a beer and risk it falling into the water, Sam?"

"No, no," Sam held his hands up in defense, "I am not judging you. Wouldn't want to float away."

He dug around in the small food cooler and handed a sandwich and the Tupperware of fruit to her, "Here you are, my dear."

Woah. 'My dear'?  Stevie's breath caught in her throat but she reached out for the items, staring at him hesitantly.

"You good?" Sam asked and she shook her head, "Yeah, yeah. I'm good. You want a shandy? There's water in here too."

"Get me a shandy," Sam winked and Stevie rolled her eyes, "Please?"

"Ugh, please."

She smiled and grabbed two beers out of the drink cooler and handed him one. Sam opened his can and held it up to her, "Cheers!"

She laughed and cheered her can with his and the two of them relaxed in their canoes, eating their sandwiches and drinking their beers. When they were done, they cleaned up their trash, tucking it back into the coolers and their oars remained tied together. Sam grabbed them and began obnoxiously rocking them back and forth. Stevie was losing her balance and water was rushing into her canoe.

"Sam!" She shouted, "What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm having some fun," he shouted back, "You look like you could use a dip."

Her eyes widened and Sam bumped into her boat harder, causing it to tip over and she was plummeted into the water, along with the drink cooler. She gasped when she came up for air and she hit her head on the canoe.

"I am going to kill you!" Stevie screeched and Sam laughed loudly at her muffled voice coming from under the canoe. She swam out from under it, flipping the canoe back over and fishing the cooler out of the water and throwing it back into the canoe.

Water then hit her in the face when Sam jumped into the lake next. She sighed after spitting it out of her mouth. She swam over to where he was and when he came back up for air, she immediately grabbed his head, shoving him back down. Sam's arms found themselves wrapped around Stevie, pulling her back into the water with him. They found both of their bodies wrapped around each other when they came back up to the surface. Stevie immediately roared with laughter.

"Two can play this game," she chuckled and Sam shook his hair, whipping her in face lightly and he laughed too, still hanging onto her.

"Well played," he said and for a moment, Stevie just looked at him. Her eyes were searching his face and for a moment, Sam almost could see her eyes flick to his lips. His breath was shaky as he licked them, secretly anticipating she could somehow lean into him. 

After a second, Stevie realized the position they were in with her legs wrapped around his torso and her hands on his shoulders while Sam's hands were resting on her back. Part of her wanted to stay, but she knew she couldn't, for her own well being, let this moment be anything more than playful. So, she let go of him and kicked herself away.

Sam immediately felt the cold water replace Stevie's body around him and he grimaced at the loss of contact, but he let her go, not wanting to do anything about it now. To tell you the truth, Sam has never felt more himself than these last couple of weeks with Stevie and maybe it had something to do with how in love with her he has been since he was younger, but it was really just everything about her. It was the way Stevie pretended to be shy, even though he knew she was far from it. She was so oblivious to how strong, smart and capable she was. Sometimes it was infuriating to hear the way she could sound so helpless, thinking she needed other people to be okay. Mostly thinking she needed Jake to be okay.

However, in Sam's eyes, Stevie didn't actually need  anyone. She could have anyone, but at the end of the day, she didn't need them. It was hard to convince her otherwise and to see her retaliate that sentiment. She didn't see how much she truly had been through and overcome all on her own and Sam wanted nothing more than to prove that to her. Even more than he wanted to finally kiss her.

Stevie laid on her back, floating along in the lake, trying to calm herself down. It scared her the way she was recklessly letting herself fall into him. The warning that Jake gave her about Sam taking advantage of her kindness would cross her mind from time to time, but most of the time she has been ignoring it entirely. She sighed, watching the clouds pass her by in the sky. Stevie was trying to search for when things changed. When did she change her mind about him? Was she even really that sure if this is really how she felt, or was it just the magic of the lake house?

Maybe she was just actually insane. But one thing was true. She had to fight the urge to kiss him and now, that urge had happened more than once.

She heard Sam get back into his canoe and she lifted her head up to see him.

"Should we head back?" he asked her and she couldn't ignore the pang of sadness in her chest.

"Yeah, sure."

She struggled to get back into the canoe and Sam laughed at her.

"Fuck off," she grunted as she pulled herself up. Sam untied their oars and tossed her the rope before heading back to the dock. Stevie couldn't help but feel a little bit responsible for throwing the happy and silly vibes off but she figured some space would help her regulate her feelings. When they pulled the canoes back up to the house, she laid it against the side of the front deck and sighed.

"These can dry out before I put them away," she said and Sam nodded, stretching his body and heading inside. Stevie sheepishly followed him.

"Are you okay?" she asked and Sam walked over to Rosie's crate, unlocking it and letting her out before he perked an eyebrow up at Stevie, "Yeah! I'm great! You want to barbecue tonight? The fun is not over, Stevie!"

She smiled a tight lipped smile and nodded, "Yeah that sounds good! We can use the pool! We just have to shower really good before we get in. Lake water does not mix."

Sam smiled and narrowed his eyes at her, "I remember the rules."

She laughed and nodded, "Yes because you always follow the rules, Sam. I must've forgotten!"

He rolled his eyes and shook his head, "Ya secretly love to break rules. Don't even act like you don't."

Stevie gasped and put her hands on her hips, "Like when?"

"You've snuck into more bars than I can count," Sam laughed, "I have too but I learn from the best."

"I'm not sure if my strategy would necessarily work for you," Stevie laughed, "Older men are very easy to persuade."

Sam's face twisted in disgust but then he smiled, "Older women love me."

"Oh, I'm sure they do pretty boy," Stevie shook her head, "Now go take a shower and stop getting lake water all over the house!"

"WHEW!" Sam exclaimed and looked down at Rosie, "Do you smell that Rosie? I think it's Stevie! Should we tell her she reeks?"

Stevie shoved him lightly, "Shut up, jerk."

She shook her head, making her way to the stairs but turning around to flash him a smile before she left to the bathroom. Once they were showered and clean, Stevie put a fresh bathing suit on underneath a pair of shorts and a big t-shirt that was her dad's. She went downstairs and saw Sam in a pair of red shorts and a black t-shirt, already in the kitchen getting things ready for the barbecue outside.

"Hey! You don't smell anymore," Sam quipped when she walked in and she flipped him off, "I never smell, thank you."

He smiled and went back to what he was doing, "Are you okay with veggie burgers for dinner?"

She nodded, "Sounds great! You must like to cook cause I haven't had to do a single thing the whole time we've been here."

Sam chuckled and nodded, "Yeah, I love to cook! Plus, it's the least I can do for letting me crash with you."

She shrugged, "I'm not complaining. Keep cooking for me, I could get used to it."

Sam looked up at her for a moment with a small smile but he shook it off and went back to shaping burgers. She watched him closely but after a few moments of silence, she got up from her seat and went over to the fridge.

"I'll help you actually," Stevie said, "You can work on the protein and I'll cut up the veggies and toppings."

They worked together side by side and once Sam had all the patties made on a plate, he carried them out to the backyard, whistling on his way there and she laughed at him. When the veggies were ready, she placed them in the fridge to wait for when they needed them and then she headed outside too, grabbing the speaker on her way out.

Stevie sat at the patio table and put on some music while Sam fired the grill up. She then just sat and enjoyed the sunshine while Sam zoned in on what he was doing.

"Do you want a drink?" She asked and he looked at her and nodded, "Yeah, that'd be great. Surprise me!"

Stevie went back inside and grabbed a couple seltzers from the fridge and brought one out to him and he winked with a thank you before they went back to what they had been doing. She would glance at him every so often, watching and laughing at him singing along to the songs that came on. She grabbed her phone and put on Greta Van Fleet and Sam whipped his head around, "What are you doing?"

"Oh," Stevie smiled, "Just putting on this really great band. I don't know if you've ever heard of them."

"Come on," Sam sighed, "Don't make me listen to my own music."

"Oh," Stevie laughed, "But it's so good!"

"Stevie!" Sam pleaded, "We're having so much fun! Josh's voice is gonna ruin it!"

Stevie gasped, "I'm gonna tell him you said that!"

Sam rolled his eyes and pointed the tongs at her, "I'm serious!"

"Fine," she groaned and put on a different playlist, causing Sam to smile and take the burgers off the grill.

"Dinner is served!" he said excitedly and she laughed, rolling her eyes, "Oh my gosh, you're so dramatic."

She stood up and followed him inside to the kitchen where they fixed their burgers together and then they took them out to the back patio and sat down, just as the sun was sinking behind the trees.

"This is really good," Stevie shook her burger at him and Sam chuckled, "Thanks, I make a pretty mean impossible burger."

When they were done, Stevie took their plates and Sam tried to stop her but she hit his hand away, "No! You cooked, I'm cleaning. Just relax and enjoy the pool or something."

The sun had gone down and the sky was a dark shade of blue, almost ready for stars to start popping out. Sam looked around and spotted the fire pit in the back corner of the yard.

"I don't feel like showering again," he sighed, "Should we have a fire and make s'mores?"

"You're not going to shower after being in campfire smoke?"

He rolled his eyes and shrugged, "Campfire smoke is not an immediate shower the way chlorine is."

"Okay fair," Stevie responded, "Well I love s'mores so I'm not going to say no."

He smiled and stood up, "Perfect! I'll go get it set up then!"

They both went into the house and Stevie worked on the dishes while Sam went out to the front, taking the canoes to the garage and putting them back before digging around the space for some firewood. Once he had enough, he grabbed the lighter fluid and went around to the back gate, getting the fire ready. Stevie grabbed the s'mores stuff and a couple more drinks, meeting him out back and taking a seat at the fire pit. 

Once he got the fire started, he clapped his hands together, admiring his work and sitting across from Stevie. She handed him another seltzer and he took it graciously.

"Why, thank you!"

"Thank you," Stevie responded, "For all of today. It's been nice to just have some down time."

"No problem," Sam smiled, "I've been having fun with you out here. Even with all of the cleaning. It's been nice to reminisce."

She nodded, "Surprisingly it has been."

Sam reached for a skewer and popped a marshmallow on it, handing it back to Stevie, "Here you go."

She smiled and took it, "Thank you! Seriously, Sam. You've been so helpful out here. It's honestly shocking."

He looked at her with a questioning look, "Why is that shocking?"

She shrugged, "I don't know. I just wasn't expecting it to be so... nice?"

He smirked, "Oh, so you enjoy spending time with me then?"

She rolled her eyes, "Don't ruin it by fishing for compliments, man."

"Tell me how much you like me, Stevie," Sam leaned back, looking at her intensely and she stuck her tongue out at him, "I don't like you." 

"You don't like me because you love me, don't you?"

She laughed, "Oh my god, shut up!"

He laughed too but he went ahead and put another marshmallow on a skewer for him, "You didn't deny it."

"I have enjoyed spending time with you, yes," Stevie sighed, "You're an ass but it has been fun. Thank you."

"Well," Sam stuck his marshmallow above the fire, looking at it closely, "I didn't want it to not be fun."

They didn't speak more, toasting their marshmallows and assembling s'mores together. When Sam finished his, he looked at her amusedly.

"What?" Stevie asked, "Do I have stuff on my face?" 

He laughed and pointed to the corner of his mouth, "Maybe a little."

She groaned and wiped her mouth off with her sleeve, silently praising that it was just graham cracker. When she looked back up, she saw Sam still eyeing her.

"What do you want, freak?" She asked and Sam laughed, "I'm just wondering why you dated Ryan at all?"

She groaned, "Please, not this fucker again."

He shrugged, "I'm just saying! You're way out of his league, Stevie."

She laughed, "I'm aware. But, none of that matters anymore, anyway."

"Did you really want to marry him?" Sam asked and she looked down, not entirely sure how to answer.

"I mean," she began, "Was I dying for him to propose to me? Not really. I have never been the type who dreamed of their wedding. I just assumed it would happen, because that is usually just what happens next."

He nodded, "I see. So, was that really the thing that was the most devastating to you when it ended?"

"No," Stevie answered quickly, "The most devastating thing was thinking about all of the time I wasted with someone who didn't care about me the way I cared about them."

"Are you sure you never wanted to date Jake?" Sam asked, "I mean like even when we were in middle school or high school?"

Stevie rolled her eyes and chuckled again, "No, Sam. I have never wanted to date Jake. It was already annoying that everyone thought we were together, but I never wanted that to be real. I like our relationship exactly the way it is."

He narrowed his eyes at her, "Why didn't you date anyone in high school then?"

"Because," Stevie said, "I didn't care about any of that stupid shit. Besides, it's not like anyone was knocking down my door dying to date me."

Sam laughed, "Oh, please. I don't believe that even for a minute."

"Then you must not remember me going to prom with Josh," Stevie snorted a laugh, "Twice!"

Sam burst into an eruption of laughter, "No, I guess I don't remember that."

"Why are you so judgy and concerned about my love life anyway?" Stevie questioned, sticking the last of her s'more in her mouth and Sam rubbed the back of his neck, "I'm not! Just trying to understand it all, that's all."

"You've got plenty of your own love problems Mr. Casanova," Stevie quipped and Sam shook his head, "Yeah, whatever."

"What happened with your last girlfriend, anyway? I remember you being very excited to gush over her the last time I saw you."

Sam hissed and shook his head, "Like I said, I don't like the way I've treating people, Stevie. That girl never stood a chance when she met me."

Stevie's jaw dropped as she gaped at him, "What the hell do you mean?"

"I mean," Sam sighed again, "I was a serial dater because I was trying to ignore that I'd never get what I want."

Stevie shook her head, waving her skewer around in his direction, "Still not following, Sam."

Sam leaned forward and Stevie watched as he started to get fidgety with his hands, rubbing his knees and drumming his thighs a bit.

"This might be embarrassing," Sam sighed and smiled cheekily before glancing up at Stevie. 

His eyes looked nervous and intense as they watched her over the campfire flames between them. She felt her chest tighten the longer she waited for him to speak and when he laughed, she realized she was holding her breath.

"You've always been that girl," Sam looked down at the wood beneath his feet and he smiled again, rubbing his hand along his jaw, "The girl that my mind circles back to."

Stevie felt herself choke on her breath and when she started uncontrollably coughing, Sam looked away, almost shrinking down inside himself. It wasn't Stevie's intention, but she never thought she'd hear him actually say it out loud. Sure, Sam used to be a royal pain in her ass by the way he'd make weird and uncomfortable advances towards her when they were teens, but now all of this was a lot different. Especially considering how confused she had been feeling about him. When she regained her composure, she started to laugh.

"Sorry," Stevie muttered, "You're full of shit!"

Sam sighed and he wouldn't look her in the eye anymore, "No, actually I'm not."

She took a deep breath and looked at him seriously for a moment, "Wait. You're saying that you're a serial dater because of me?"

"No," Sam shook his head, "Not because of you. Because I can't have you."

"Sam," Stevie sighed, "That's ridiculous. You do not have real, actual feelings for me."

"I do," Sam's jaw tightened, annoyance obvious on his face, "I have since like forever."

She sat there, staring at him, unsure of what to say now.

"Uh," Stevie studied her hands, "That's crazy."

"You might think so," Sam stood up, "But it's true. I don't know why it just felt like the right time to finally tell you, but forget I said anything at all."

Sam started to walk away, going back up to the house and Stevie called after him, but he ignored her, practically running inside. 

Stevie cursed under her breath and she stood up, rushing inside after him. She didn't see him anywhere down stairs so she ran up the stairs and went to his room. She didn't bother to knock before she threw the door open, finding him sitting on his bed. 

"Sam!" she exclaimed and he looked at her, eyes wet from tears, "Please, leave me alone. I shouldn't have said anything."

"No," Stevie said, "I'm sorry for reacting that way. I didn't mean to be such an asshole about it. I just, it's a lot of information to process right now and I've already been having so many confusing feelings about you lately and I don't want to do anything stupid or ruin something just because I want to kiss you-" 

"Wait," Sam cut her off, "You want to kiss me?"

She shrugged and groaned loudly, running her hands through her hair, "God! I don't know! I guess? I've thought about it! I mean, what do you mean you've had feelings for me forever? I just don't even know how to process any of that!"

"Stevie," Sam said sternly, "I've been in love with you since the day I met you. Stupidly, madly head over heels in love with you! Honestly, I'm not really sure how you didn't ever figure it out. I'm not very subtle about it around you."

"But," her voice was quiet, "That just cannot be true! You have been so mean to me in the past."

Sam sighed and nodded, "I know, I know. I was trying to just make peace with the fact that you'd never want me. I would tease you and question you about Jake because I'm insanely jealous."

"What?" She asked, "All of that time you've been pestering me about being obsessed with Jake is because you're jealous?"

"Yeah," Sam laughed, "Thought that was pretty obvious."

"You are so stupid!" Stevie laughed and he smiled, "But... you want to kiss me."

"God," Stevie sighed, "Okay, like two, maybe three times ever."

Sam stood up and walked slowly towards her, "Why don't you?"

"Because I shouldn't," Stevie whispered, watching him get closer to her.

"And why not?" Sam asked, "I mean, you've known me forever."

"Exactly," she muttered, "I've known you forever."

"You're worried Jake would be pissed," Sam said with a smirk, "That's it, isn't it?"

Stevie shook her head sternly, feeling her heart rate increase as Sam stood so close to her, yet still hadn't touched her. She wanted him to touch her so badly, but she was fighting extremely hard to not give in, herself. 

"No," she said again, "It could just ruin everything, Sam."

"Or," Sam whispered, "It could fix everything, Stevie."

She remained quiet, her mind racing too fast to think of anything to say.

Sam reached out and tilted her chin up with his hand, "You'll never know until you try."

His voice was a low whisper and Stevie could practically feel herself vibrating by the minimal contact they made. She searched his eyes quickly and took in a sharp breath.

"Fuck it," she gasped before grabbing his shirt, pulling him into her. 

Their lips touched, not as graciously as she had hoped. They kind of crashed into one another and once they made contact, both of them were kissing each other desperately. Sam's hands immediately held tightly around her waist and her hands moved from his shirt to his hair, pulling him down closer to her face. Sam's mouth parted, licking her lips and she didn't even think before opening her mouth to him, making out with him like she was some strung out teenager in high school again. She had been fighting it for the better part of this week and now that she had his lips on hers, she didn't realize just how badly she truly wanted it. 

Sam kissed her like it was the last thing he'd ever do. He had dreamed of this moment for so long. Longer than he even cared to admit, and now that it was actually happening, he wouldn't want it any other way. It was extremely satisfying to watch her try to fight the feelings she evidently had for him. Even if she had been confused about it and even if it was just pure lust she was feeling, he didn't care. He was down for whatever he could get. 

Sam's hands moved from her waist, stooping down to the back of her thighs, pulling her up to wrap around his torso. At the force of his movements, Stevie unexpectedly moaned into his mouth, causing goosebumps to raise on his arms. It wasn't something he expected her to do, but now that it happened, he just wanted to make her sound like that for the rest of his life. 

He carried her to the bed and set her down gently, crawling over her and letting his lips find their place back on her lips. Stevie kissed him desperately, pulling slightly on his hair, causing him to moan too and when she heard this, she couldn't help but smile against his mouth and Sam smiled too, pulling away from her mouth and peppering kisses along her neck. Stevie whined in his ear and Sam's entirely body filled with butterflies, not even a whole minute in before feeling an erection. Stevie noticed this too and she tensed, closing her eyes and trying to focus just on the way his lips felt against her skin. 

She was terribly nervous now. Of course she wanted him, but this was Sam at the end of the day. This was her childhood family friend of decades. Her best friend's younger brother. This could end horribly. Besides, Sam had a point about the possibility of Jake being pissed if he found out about this. Sam's hand ran along her thigh and when he hooked his hand along the waistband of her shorts, she grabbed his wrist.

"Stop!" Stevie panted, "Sam, stop."

He lifted his head and tore his hands away from her, resting at either side of her head, "Are you okay?"

She shook her head, "No, no. We can't do this." 

Sam rolled off of her and sat up, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sorry," Stevie said, sitting up and trying to regain her breath, "It's just a bad idea, Sam. We can't."

He sat on the edge of the bed with his back turned to her and nodded, "Okay."

His voice was so quiet and Stevie felt guilt wash over her but she stood up, hurrying out of his room and slamming the door abruptly. Tears welled in her eyes but she held her breath until she was downstairs again, letting herself cry. 

When Stevie calmed down and regained her composure, she went ahead and cleaned up the back patio, putting the s'mores stuff away and extinguishing the fire. She didn't know what else to do but lock herself away in her room, too embarrassed to face what had happened. It wasn't that she didn't want to kiss him, or even hook up with him, her mind was just so foggy. She didn't want it to go too far before she did something she couldn't take back. It would be entirely too messy for her to handle. But she still felt terrible. 

She changed into her pajamas and fell into her bed. However, she couldn't seem to find a position that brought her any comfort and when she had been battling sleep for at least an hour, she sat up aggressively and snatched her phone off of her side table. In a blind emotional rage, she dialed a number and held it to her ear, begging for him to answer. It rang twice before she heard his voice.

"Hello?"

"Josh," Stevie croaked, "I need to talk to you."