#i have nothing against yellow yoshi to be clear this is a bit

[homeschool-winner]

super mario wonder is the most yuri game of all time. you have never met you are best friends you are a shadow in each others lives you are helping each other with a puzzle you are an object left behind to guide others on their path and provide them momentary reprieve you are a guiding light and a ghost and you can only emote to show joy with one another even when you are feeling confusion, pain, frustration, sorrow, melancholy, all you have is Smile, Music, ?, Megaphone, and leave part of yourself behind for them. plus this game has characters for femmes (peach, toadette, yoshi), butches (luigi, daisy), enbies (yellow toad, nabbit), and even our beloved welcome he/him lesbians (blue toad, mario) and not a single cishet among them (except yellow yoshi but FUCK yellow yoshi okay she's toxic af)

[alby-rei]

[Arthur Week, Day 3] Midnight Snacks

a/n: in which MC (ft. accomplice Dazai) wants to make the resident flirt, Arthur Conan Doyle, jealous. Why? Who knows! But what I do know is that it ends up working in his favor rather than MC’s... wait, what?

a/n 2: changed the title cuz it was bothering me xD nothing else changed.

My entry for @scummy-writes​‘s Arthur Week! 

Day 3: Coffee and Fudge || Writer’s Block

[Pairing]: Arthur x You/gn!MC, (pre-relationship)

[Characters]: You, Arthur, Dazai, Sebastian

[Word count]: ~2300 words

[Rating]: T

[POV]: 2nd Person 

“...and all of a sudden, I hear Mozart yell ‘stop releasing chickens in my music room!’ but Dazai didn’t even flinch!” You brought a foam-covered hand up to your mouth to cover your laughter.

You and Sebastian were cleaning the dishes together after lunch time. You’ve made it a habit to catch up on your day and share observations with Sebas, as pretty much no one steps into the kitchen around this time.

Well, that is except—

“_____~!”

Except Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, naturally. He must’ve finished his writing session and been wandering around the mansion, as is his trademark since your arrival.

You closed your eyes, hoping the man would walk past the kitchen without checking. You weren’t exactly in the mood for flirty games with the mystery writer, especially not after dealing with a haughty music teacher in Mozart. Sadly, luck was not on your side, today.

“I’ll tell you the rest later,” you wipe your hands with a towel. Picking up the tray of plates and cups to put them in their rightful places, you didn’t pay the writer any mind.

“After this I gotta find Dazai,” you said as you opened a cupboard. Your turned around to find Arthur leaning on the door frame, and your tone shifted dramatically, “Oh! Arthur, funny to see you here.”

Sebastian knew that tone very well. It was your sickeningly sweet voice that you dedicated to either (a) dodging conversation, or (b) planning something against that person.

“I’d say the same to you, ___, but you’re always in the kitchen. I couldn’t help dropping in to check on my favorite bird,” Arthur leaned against the door frame, flashing you a grin and a wink.

“Oh please, don’t talk about birds after what happened this morning,”  You caught sight of your target at the end of the hallway, “aaaand I have to go, see ya!” 

You duck under Arthur’s arm while his guard was down. He twirled around to follow you, but you evaded him, calling out to Dazai. Arthur stood in his tracks, as he watched the japanese author stop for you, and you beamed up at him.

“Dazai-san, I’ve been wanting to ask you for something, if you’re… free,” you noticed mid-sentence that the chicken that was still nestled in his arms.

“Hm?” His piercing yellow eyes brightened, “I’ll always have time for you, Toshiko-san.”

“Bawk!” The chicken… agreed, supposedly.

You laughed sheepishly, “That’s very sweet of you, I was actually interested in learning about your writing style and get some advice. I’ve been going through some terrible writer’s block.”

“I was working on a short story earlier, it’s in my room. Want to come with me?” He began to lead her towards his room.      

“I’m honored! I’d love to, Dazai-san.”

Oh yes, you were definitely planning something, Sebastian noted.

As the two of them walked away, Arthur stood glued watching the scene. Sebastian had been poking his arm the whole time, but he didn’t budge. Even shaking his entire arm didn’t spur any sudden movement from him.

“Sir Arthur. Earth to Sir Arthur,” Sebas continued tapping his shoulder and pinching his arm.

“Huh? Oh…” His gaze held an odd expression, one that Sebastian hadn’t seen from him before—a hint of sadness, maybe even frustration. But it was quickly replaced by his signature grin as he finally took notice of me, “Sorry, Sebas, I must’ve been blocking your path, got to go!”

And just like that, he scurried off.

After a moment’s pause, and after making sure the hallway was clear of esteemed residents, Sebastian did much the same, but in the opposite direction. He has notes to take, pronto. 

~*~

You and Dazai sat in the lounge room, having passed by his room, and Dazai collected his writing material.

“You have really pretty hands, Toshiko-san. I’ve heard you playing in Mo-kun’s piano room, you’re a wonderful pianist,” Dazai held your hand delicately in his, as he ran his thumb over your knuckles.

“Thank you, it’s something I take a lot of pride in,” your heart swelled from the warmth of his compliment, “but I’ve been much more interested with writing as of late. Actually, I’ve always wanted to write a novel.”

“Oh? I admire your ambition. How can I help?”      

“Well well well, what do we have here?” A third voice chimed in.

Right on time, as you expected.

“Have I interrupted your little rendezvous?” Arthur walked slowly and purposefully, as if he had caught them red-handed doing something they shouldn’t.

Internally, he was trying his best not to jump to conclusions. That would be uncharacteristic of him, after all. You weren’t tied to him in anyway, so there was no reason to feel so jealous that you went to Dazai for writing help instead of him. He didn’t even know about it!

So why was his heart pounding so loudly in his head while his eyes were fixated on their linked hands?

Dazai withdrew his hand, occupying it with his writing pen instead. He shot Arthur a smile with closed eyes.

“Of course not, we were just talking, Arty.”

“…Don’t call me that,” Arthur narrowed his eyes, “and second, I’d like to steal ____ now.”

“I’m sorry, Arthur, but I want to talk with Dazai a bit to improve my writing.”

Being shot down so directly caught Arthur off-guard; his insecurities getting a hold of him. For the first time, he found himself at a loss for ways to turn the conversation in his favor. At the moment, if he persisted, and you kept turning him down, he wouldn’t be able to let it down for the rest of the day.

Instead, Arthur straightened himself, fixing his tie, “Well then, I’m heading to the pub soon enough to find me a pretty skirt for the evening. Have fun, you two, I know I will.”

He huffed childishly, going out with a wave. Dazai turned to you with a polite smile.

“Do you think it worked?”

“Oh, he is definitely salty, thanks for agreeing to this, Dazai-san.”

“Any time, Yoshie-san, what are housemates for?” He smiled fondly at you.

“You’re a great actor, didn’t even flinch!”

“Ah, but who said I was acting?”

He got up with his writing tools and stepped out of the lounge before you registered what he said.

“Wait… what?!”

~*~

Later that evening…

…Well, more like around midnight, you just happened to catch the insomnia bug and were heading to the kitchen, as all people naturally do when they’re insomniac. You switched on the lights, thankful for the dimness of the lanterns in the kitchen. Scanning your options, your eyes settled on the coffee pot that sat quietly in the corner. Thoughts of a certain mystery writer gnawed at you, but you darted them away and walked past the coffee pot to get a glass of water instead. You leaned forward, filling her glass with bleary eyes that refused to slumber but also refused to open properly.  

Suddenly, you felt a touch to your backside. Eyes cracking wide open, you spun around and swung your makeshift weapon of glass at your offender. The offending mop of ash blue hair felt the full force of the blow, and the glass shattered across the floor.

Well crap.

“Ow… If I’m not mistaken, I’d say you were trying to kill me there, ____.”

For the love—.

“Arthur what the hell were you trying to pull?! Bloody hell! You made my heart drop.”

In a flash, his body was pressed against yours, caging you between his arms and the kitchen counter. The crunch of the glass under his shoes was the only sound in the room. You saw a small stream of blood start to fall by his ear.

“I was going to prepare myself a midnight snack with my coffee, but it seems I already found one ready for a taste test,” he licked the back of his fangs.

“At this hour??” It was well past midnight by now, and caffeine was the last thing you’d recommend anyone at this time. 

You felt his breath on your ear before he inhaled your scent. It was comforting to him as much as it was intoxicating to his senses.

He sighed, “____… I can’t get you out of my mind, no matter what I do.”

His arms circled around your waist, pulling you away from the countertop and flush against him, instead. All sorts of alarms were going off in your mind despite the drowsiness, with your instincts telling you to push him off.

“But then, you started avoiding me. And then… Sebastian and Mozart and even Dazai took you away from me,” he sniffled.

You pushed him off gently but still within his arms, as you stared at his face. There was a pink dust across his cheeks and a redness in the corners of his eyes.

“Arthur, are you… drunk?”

His frown flipped into a grin as he nuzzled his nose into your disheveled hair.

“Oh, don’t be silly, dear. I may have been out drinking, but I can bloody well hold my liquor. Theo can vouch for me on that.”

(a/n: no, he can’t lmao)

The sight of him in a somewhat vulnerable state, as well as the smell of his cologne, made it hard for you to properly fight him. Plus, you felt bad for crushing a glass cup on his head. Speaking of which…

“Is your head okay?”

“Hm…” He brought a gloved hand to his forehead, feeling a dull pounding in its wake, “I must say, you got me good, even the most daring fools never landed a hit on me yet.”

Just how thick is his skull to endure that?! You were both dazzled and frightened by their realization. 

With one of his arms off of you, you took this chance to escape, but you slid on a shard of glass and would have fallen face first onto the floor had Arthur not pulled you against him and taken the impact of the floor to his own shoulder. He laid on his back, clutching you protectively against his chest. He groaned with pain, but he pushed it aside to check on you first.

“Clumsy tonight, are we, or are you seriously trying to kill me?” He chuckled wryly.

Before you could even blink, you felt your vision do a 180-flip, and you were suddenly beneath him, away from the glass shards that littered the floor. The scent of his cologne flooded your senses again, as he smirked down on you with a drunken lopsided grin.

“I was absolutely livid when I saw Dazai hold your hand. Was that part of your plan, darling? Well, I’ve taken the bait.”

You flinched, your body wide awake to every touch and caress of this man. You bit your lip to avoid playing into his hands. You were still in control of the situation, you thought. His lips descended to your jaw, barely brushing your skin, like he’s testing your limits. Instinctively, you sighed, unaware of the breath you’d been holding.

Ok, maybe you weren’t entirely in control, either.

“Arthur…” You commanded, trying to regain some semblance of control back.

This was not part of your plan, however, and you were quickly losing grip of all reason and logic. You needed to get him off and away from you before you acquiesced to his ministrations.

“But don’t worry, ____. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”

He drew back from you, staring down at you with an uncharacteristic tender look. He continued.

“The effect you have on me is not one I’ve felt with any woman I’ve ever encountered before. It’s confusing—maddening, even— and I can’t escape it… because I don’t want to,” he sighed in surrender, “I want you, ___.” 

It was a look of pure love and affection that shone in his eyes. His half-opened shirt invited your gaze to roam his body, and his thick-rimmed glasses framed his features in such an alluring glow that outshone the dimness of the kitchen. His hair looked softer than usual, too. Your hand twitched at the thought of running your fingers through those ash blue locks. Your mind was thrown into a whirlwind with the influx of new information, one that dented your rationality. Your desire to get closer to him wrestled against your impartial stoicism, threatening to crack the armor around the stone gates to your heart.

“Hey Arthur,” you started, twirling a lock of his hair with your hand. It was ever-so-slightly damp; he must’ve bathed in le thermae earlier.

“Yes, ____?”

Damn that seductive voice of his, you shooed away that thought as soon as it entered. You chose to focus on something much more pressing at the moment. 

“We need to get you bandaged up. You’re bleeding terribly from your head.”

~*~

It took a lot of convincing, but Arthur finally acquiesced to your persistent request.

“There, all done,” you stepped back from Arthur, who was sitting hunched over on his bed.

You were both settled in his room with his medical bag open on the desk and his equipment strewn all around. You didn’t exactly know what to do to treat Arthur’s wound, but you insisted on doing it for him… with copious amounts of instructions from him.

“I brought you some fresh coffee and fudge, as an apology.”

“At this hour?” He mimicked your tone from earlier. You rolled your eyes at his childishness.

“And here I am trying to make it up to you, and this is how you show gratitude?”

You huffed indignantly, ready to head out and leave the unappreciative writer to his own devices.

“Hold on, now,” he gripped your wrist before you could fully turn away, “you’re the one who smashed glass on my head, so you owe me a favor.”

“…a favor on top of tending to your wounds and bringing you coffee?”

“Oh, indulge me, won’t you? You did those of your own volition.”

You sigh, “Depends on the request, then.”

“Feed me,” he perked up with no hesitation or embarrassment in his tone.

You wanted to turn him down, to tease him about his child-like excitement, but you couldn’t resist his puppy dog eyes. Those eyes held a very powerful hold over you though you blame it on your own tiredness outweighing your better judgment.

“Alright…” You moved aside his things to sit next to him, leaning towards the table to drag the tray closer to yourself.

“Open wide, you incorrigible baby.”

[enterthesmosh]

My Way or the Highway: Shayne Topp

Word Count: 2765 Summary: No internet leads to an interesting proposition. No smut but nudity, innuendo, and swearing so…

“Well, the internet is still out.”

You looked up from where you had been staring at your phone to see Shayne walking back into the living room. He lifted glass he was holding in his right hand to his lips and took a rather large gulp of the drink inside before he lowered it and flopped down onto the sofa next to you. You pressed the power button on your phone and reached over to set it down on the arm of the couch with a slight sigh falling from your lips.

You looked back at Shayne and raised your brows slightly, “What’re we gonna do now?”

For a Saturday night, the two of you were keeping things pretty low-key considering that, when given the chance, you both had a propensity to have a little too much fun. Work had been kicking both of your asses and you’d made the mutual decision to stay in for the night and just watch Netflix. That had been the plan until a sudden thunderstorm had kicked up and momentarily knocked out the power. The lights had returned fairly quickly but the internet had yet to return.

So, while Shayne had run off when the power first went out, you managed to find your way to his liquor stash to make the both of you a drink. One drink turned to several, so now they both of you were feeling just a little giggly and restless - trying desperately to find something else to occupy your time with until you could resume your Netflix marathon. 

“We should play a game,” Shayne said as he got to his feet.

You quirked an eyebrow in his general direction, “What sort of game?”

“We should play Mario Kart so I can kick your ass again,” he laughed, walking over to the entertainment center. He seemed to be rummaging through the different consoles and games that were set up underneath the television. You scoffed softly and rolled your eyes as you lifted your cup up and took a long swig of the mixed drink within. Shayne was always one to try and prove his prowess when it came to certain games and ever since he’d beaten you by two points in the last Mario Kart tournament you’d played together he was lording it over you.

With a small sigh, you leaned forward to rest your elbows on your knees and watched Shayne for a moment. He was pulling out what looked like the pro-controllers for his switch which made you let out some sort of disgruntled nonsensical grunt. Shayne looked over his shoulder with a very confused look on his face. “Can I help you, cave person?” he laughed as he stood up straight. You, however, could only roll your eyes at him as you shakily got to your feet.

“Fuck that weak ass Switch shit,” you mumbled.

You gingerly placed your cup down onto the coffee table and made your way over to where Shayne was still standing. You put a hand on his shoulder and playfully pushed him out of the way so that you could bend down to look for what you wanted. “If we’re going to play Mario Kart, we’re going to play it my way,” you mumbled as you started to pull out controllers, “And we’re going to make it interesting.”

“What do you mean interesting?” Shayne asked from beside you, “Like a bet or something?”

Finally, you managed to unwind the controllers you needed and located the game cartridge from the drawer at the bottom of the unit. “Or something,” you chuckled lowly. Shayne gave up on waiting for you to finish setting the game up and went back to the couch, propping his feet up onto the coffee table. You hummed softly to yourself as you switched on the television and inserted the game into the console itself before standing up and grinning back at Shayne.

He swallowed a mouthful of his drink and raised an eyebrow at you, “Mario Kart 64?”

“Not just Mario Kart 64,” you said, walking over with two controllers, “Strip Mario Kart 64.”

Shayne very nearly choked on his drink. He slapped a hand against his chest and let out a loud cough to clear his airway before he looked up at you with a slightly incredulous look upon his face while he attempted to collect himself once again. However, that look quickly melted into a slightly smarmy smile. “If you want me to take my clothes off you could have just asked,” he laughed as he shook his head from side to side slowly.

You rolled your eyes and tossed him a controller, “Shut up and play.”

Shayne reached out to take green controller from you and you sat next to him, holding the bright yellow one in your own hands. “So what exactly are the rules for this?” he asked as he entered the character select screen. You chuckled softly to yourself as you selected Toad while Shayne picked Yoshi. You grabbed you cup again and drained the remaining liquid from within. “If you lose, you take something off,” you said, setting your cup down, “Socks are not individual, so if you’re taking socks off you have to take off both.”

The Grand Prix started fairly civilly with the two of you only really being upset at yourselves or the CPU characters for messing up or screwing you over. You’d both won and lost two of the races which resulted in you losing both of your socks and sweatshirt, while Shayne removed his socks and t-shirt. However, by the second Grand Prix both you and Shayne had had a little more to drink and were getting just a hair upset with one another. 

“Fucking…  Fuck you, T-Tippy Topp,” you grumbled under your breath as Shayne hit you with a red shell and sped by.

He laughed loudly and glanced away from the screen to look over at you, “What did you just call me?”

The momentary distraction was enough for Shayne to not see that a turn was coming and he ran right off the track. He let out an annoyed shout and started to bounce both of his legs impatiently as Lakitu seemed to be taking his sweet time in fishing him from the depths and returning him to the course. In the meantime, you flew past Shayne and let out a gleeful laugh. “Suck it, Tippy-Topp,” you giggled, turning the corner to see the finish line in sight.

“Stop calling me that,” he shot back with a laugh of his own.

You didn’t pay attention to him and quickly crossed the finish line, getting a first place finish. You held both of your hands above your head in triumph as at least one CPU finished before Shayne had the chance to. Shayne angrily dropped his controller to the ground and kicked at the floor. You set your own controller down next to you on the couch and reached out to grab hold of your drink from the table. “Take. It. Off,” you laughed, taking a sip and raising your eyebrows at Shayne over the rim of your cup.

Shayne grumbled nonsense under his breath and got to his feet so that he could undo his belt, he slipped it from the loops and dropped it to the floor. You watched, expecting him to continue on with his jeans, but he merely sat himself back down onto the couch. You made a very dissatisfied noise and looked over at him with a very dejected look upon your face. Shayne only laughed and reached down to pick his controller up off of the floor.

“You never specified anything about belts,” he shot back, getting ready for the next race.

You narrowed your eyes at him before tearing them away to look back at the screen again. Your hands gripped tighter to the controller as you focused on the race at hand. It took a banana and a well timed green shell to knock Shayne out of first place, a position he had somehow managed to hold for the entire race. He let out a shout of anguish as you drove past him and over the finish line, leaving him behind.

A peel of laughter fell from your lips and you looked over at him with an excited expression on your face. Once he had finished, Shayne allowed his controller to topple out of his hands and to the floor. It landed with a slight clatter on the wooden floor. Without another word, Shayne stood up on his feet and popped the button of his jeans loose before he undid the zipper. A smirk slid over your face as Shayne worked his jeans down his legs and kicked them off to the side. He sat back down on the couch in just his underwear.

Absently, Shayne groped down along the front of the couch to grab the bottle of whiskey that he had sitting there. He twisted the cap off and lifted it to his lips to draw in several rather large gulps of the brown liquid within. You laughed softly and lifted your legs up to sit with them folded beneath you. “Feeling the deep sting of defeat there, Toppers?” you teased with a smirk. Shayne lowered the bottle and looked over at you with a nearly angry expression on his face.

“I’m going to beat that smile off of your face,” he threatened as he grabbed his controller.

It seemed that Shayne took those words very seriously as the next two races he very deftly beat you, leaving you to remove your shirt and your jeans. You very grumpily slumped back against the couch and glared at the screen in front of you. Shayne chuckled and slid closer to you, slipping an arm around your waist to pull you just a little bit closer to his side. He turned his head and nuzzled into the sensitive skin where your shoulder met your neck. A shiver rippled up your spine at the feeling of his facial hair scratching at your skin and you huffed softly as you attempted to push him away from you.

“We’re both down to our skivvies… maybe we should call it a night,” Shayne suggested with a chuckle, pressing a kiss to your collarbone.

You gritted your teeth and shook your head from side to side. “One more,” you suggested, selecting Rainbow Road, “All or nothing.” 

Shayne quirked an eyebrow at you as he pulled away, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He tightened his hold on his controller and let out a low sort of chuckle. “If you say so, babe,” he said, turning back to face the screen. Growing up, you actually loved playing on Rainbow Road despite the constant complaints from family and friends. It was a beast of a course but you had, at some point, mastered the shortcut at the very beginning of the race, so you felt a little more than confident going against Shayne.

Your acquired a sort of tunnel vision for your portion of the screen, completely ignoring whatever it was that Shayne was doing on his half. “What the fuck, Toad,” you shouted as Toad missed the track completely and fell into the void. You heard Shayne laugh loudly from beside you and you let out a grunt while Lakitu brought you back up onto the course. At this point, you were determined to make the jump but for whatever reason, you couldn’t land it and landed in the darkness time after time.

Finally, you cast a glance over to Shayne’s screen and saw how far ahead he was and you had to make the decision to bail on the shortcut. You had to focus intently but you managed to make it up to the front just as Shayne finished, leaving you to finish behind two CPU characters. You groaned and dropped your controller to the ground.

“Stupid fungus piece of shit. Can’t jump to save his own god damn life,” you ranted, pushing your hands through your hair.

When you finally looked back over at Shayne, he was reclining back into the cushions of the sofa and watching you with a smug, teasing smile on his face. He lifted his brows in your direction and gestured with his hand through the air as if commanding you to continue. “I believe we made a deal,” he said, his voice slightly lower than usual.

Begrudgingly, you got to your feet and reached behind your back to start to unclasp your bar. Before you could do that, however, you noticed Shayne get to his feet and stand very close to you. His hands grabbed hold of your hips and pulled you closer to him until you could feel his skin brush against your own with every inhale. Shayne made very deliberate eye contact and slowly slid his hands up your sides, sending shivers down your spine. You exhaled heavily and when you felt his hands gliding towards you back, you allowed yours to move and grab hold of his shoulders.

His fingers made quick work of your clasp and he very easily removed the article from you body, letting it drop to the floor beside the two of you. You swallowed hard and bit down gently onto your lower lip when you felt his hands slowly begin to slide back down your body. His fingers just barely dipped into the band of your underwear before they moved behind you to grab hold of your ass, which they squeeze tightly.

“Shayne,” you very nearly whispered, staring back at him.

He smirked and ducked his head to place a heated kiss against your lips. You inhaled sharply through your nose and grabbed tighter at his skin while his hands used their grip to pull you even closer and lift you enough for him to gain some leverage in the kiss. His lips worked relentlessly against your own and it was all you could do to keep up. Almost without you realizing it, Shayne’s hands managed to push your panties down to about the middle of your thigh; a fact you were oblivious to until you felt his hands grabbed at the bare flesh of your backside.

You gasped and pulled away from the kiss to stare up at him with wide eyes. Your chest heaved as you tried to regain control over your breath. He took the pause to take a small step back and crouch down. His gingerly slid your underwear down your legs, the barest touch of his skin on your leaving what felt like a trail of fire, and carefully removed them completely to drop them with the rest of your clothes.

When he returned to full height, you looped your arms around his neck and pressed closely to his torso. You could feel your entire body straining within itself, begging for more, and you were sure that Shayne could tell. He let out a low chuckle and ducked his head to press kisses along the side of your neck until he reached your ear. “Y’know, if you want me to fuck you there’s just one little thing you need to say, Y/N,” he breathed against your ear, his hands slowly gliding over your body.

“W-What’s that?” you whispered, your eyes falling shut.

Shayne nipped at your earlobe and you could feel his grin, “That I’m better than you at Mario Kart.”

You froze momentarily before you felt your eyes roll. You lowered your hands to playfully slap at Shayne’s bare chest and push him away slight. “God, I hate you,” you laughed, looking up at him with a smile. Shayne returned your smile and shook his head before ducking enough to very nearly throw you over his shoulder. He laughed loudly as you let out a surprised squeal of a scream and began to head off towards the bedroom.

“It’s a good thing I love you so much then,” he laughed, pushing open the door to your room.

You sighed and pinched him lightly on the side, “I demand a re-match.”

Shayne chuckled and laid you out on the bed, very quickly climbing over you to stare down at you with dark eyes. He smiled brightly and slowly lowered himself so that he was pressing you down into the mattress. His hand came up to card through your hair and you sighed softly at the contact, your eyes fluttering shut.

“Later,” Shayne murmured, kissing at your collarbone.

You hummed lowly and nodded, “Later.”