#i love soft sexy sid so much

[selkiefinalist]

for director's cut: you promised not to write me an essay about nate's complicated relationship to his selkie heritage, but if I asked you to write me that essay??? If you aren't up for that, talk to me about your ej/sid ficlet because I, too, have thoughts and feelings and brainworms about two first overalls who went on two very different trajectories and also nathan mackinnon was there. -patrichornkissed

@patrichornkissed i do this for you even though you know i struggle to articulate things well. but if we are going to talk about nate’s complicated relationship to his selkie heritage (in that fic anyway), then i think we have to talk about it in terms of control, vulnerability, sameness, and tradition; and how sometimes nate wants all of those things, and sometimes he wants some of them, but most of them he doesn’t want to want at all. and at least a part of that fic is nate letting himself want.

control is a theme that’s so central to how i write nate, because this is a man who has built up so much lore about controlling his own destiny. changed his training! changed his diet! changed his therapist/therapy! he’s an outcome-based individual, and he can be pretty ruthless (in terms of his own soft-wants) when pursuing what i’ll call a hard-want. no euphemism intended. like, he will ignore the soft animal of his body if it means getting that big silver cup, you know. and the thing about being a selkie is that, at its mythological core, selkies are always in danger of giving up control of their lives. someone steals your skin and you can’t find it: game over. your life is no longer your own. of course in our modern era, that’s no longer such a threat - so instead i translated that into a physical need. he needs to change periodically in order to stay healthy; his biology requires that he face his selkie nature. he can’t cut it off entirely and continue to perform the way he wants to as a player. and he hates that, being betrayed by his own biology. i think you can see that in how he forces himself through the change, when he could let it happen more organically/naturally - he’s like, this is gonna hurt but let’s just get it over with, pain is temporary. and you know i love setting up that kind of life approach because it informs his choice to go all-in on ej even when he knows from the outset that it’s likely not going to turn out the way he wants it to.

that segues into vulnerability, i think, because nate has to change - and, even though the likelihood of someone stealing his skin and trapping him in that salt-scoured shack by the seashore or whatever is very small, it still exists. any time he’s changing, any time his skin is exposed. there’s risk. i played around with the ending scenes a bit in the original outlining, and one of the versions of the end that just didn’t fit anymore by the time i actually made it there was a scene where ej steals nate’s skin in CA, and nate lets him. like, it was implicit that ej would give it back if nate wanted him to, but nate was like, ‘keep it, it’s safe in your hands.’ not to mention the moments where he’s actually changing, naked and in so much pain on a dark beach. not an elegant moment, not the way you want your partner to see you when you’re trying to seem sexy and cool! but he gives that to ej from the very first beach scene - just hands himself over. and at that point, ej definitely doesn’t know what that gesture means - i don’t think nate does, fully, either - but i am here to tell you that gabe wasn’t gently draping blankets over nate or tucking his own hat over nate’s cold little ears, and nate definitely wouldn’t have let him. it might be fun to write that scene, actually (“fun,” lol, punch me in the face please) - from a previous season, gabe taking him out. just to see the differences! of course i told you this already, but that progression of car scenes and beach scenes, and having to painstakingly layer in growing intimacy until we get to that vancouver beach where nate’s like “you should watch me,” and ej finally does. tricky to execute but i do think i did okay with that. MY POINT IS, clear to me from the beginning that nate really wants that vulnerability - he literally gives ej shit about not looking at him in the first scene - even if he hates the implications of being vulnerable. he’s seeking it out from ej specifically because he trusts him not to use it against him. WAAH

sameness is really just in relation to hockey culture; nate’s not the only selkie in the league or the only two-natured, but the league enforces certain privacy standards not just to protect players but to keep that otherness from making any one player stand out too much. all nhl hockey players, at least to some degree, have to buy into that homogenous presentation. and for nate, the chips are already stacked a bit against him, because he’s not the same. more of an undercurrent in the fic but another complication - physically being a selkie can create issues with his play, socially it sets him apart from the team (his pod), and professionally could be seen as a liability from the league.

finally, tradition. on a side note, i’d say world-building in general is one thing i’m actually good at, and i was drafting (early draft) that trip back to cole harbour for christmas and realized i had done almost nothing to actually build out selkie culture. so i had to invent the chest and robe stuff really quick and then go back and insert that lore into other scenes. those symbols ended up working well, i think, but were certainly not part of the original outline.

okay, back to tradition. idk this is going to be a mess, but selkie tradition in this fic is very much draped in privacy, secrecy, and following the rules. how not? if a literal stranger can steal your entire life, you gotta be careful about things. but they live separately versus communally, and are pretty tight-lipped, even with each other. insulated, kind of. and i think like any young person, some traditions are more meaningful to nate and some just seem like a pain in the ass, especially when you know he’s not necessarily the biggest fan of his selkieness to begin with. but traditions also hold a lot of weight, at times. and so nate has to kind of negotiate for himself and within himself which he wants to keep, or at least acknowledge he’s not as detached as he thinks he is (that moment on New Year’s Day when he thinks ej’s about to hit him with a robe, for example). and you know, when he gets to see ej’s whole-hearted acceptance of him, sees ej start to engage in those traditions in his own way, he lets those traditions take a bit bigger foothold i think. also i just wanna cry a bit about baby nate carving little pine trees and stuff on his own chest, putting shells and pucks and dog collars and other important mementos in there :(((((( ok, sorry. if this is a fic about nate growing up, which at its core it really is, then part of it is that moment we all reach as adults where we get to choose what’s important to us or what parts of our histories we want to honor and what we want to let go of, and who gets to be part of that future.

i could go on and on and on and probably point out more things every time, like that meme with the guy and the pictures and the connecting lines but. here you go, fwiw <3

[laurenairay]

What Love Feels Like - S. Crosby

Summary: your boyfriend Sidney, the surprise romantic?

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: established relationship fluff, cheesy romance, essentially a 4+1

A/N: I’ve been in an absolute writing rut since before Christmas, so I just want to thank @danglesnipecelly​ for reminding me how much I love soft sexy sid 😘 also, how have I never written for him before?!

~

No-one ever said dating Sidney Crosby was going to be easy.

They also didn’t say how much of a romantic he was either.

It was like at every turn, he had a new way to make your heart beat a little faster, to make you face heat up warm, to make your stomach fill with butterflies. Whether it was buying your favourite sweet treats as a pick me up, or the kisses that would leave you breathless in passing, or even the way his tongue flicked at your bare body just right, Sidney always kept you on your toes.

But it was his words that affected you the most.

You hadn’t expected much verbal affection from him at the beginning of your relationship, the rumours of his hockey robot status the main thing you knew about him – but you were quickly proved wrong. Maybe it was the media training that kept him so hockey-bland in interviews, because the minute he wasn’t in hockey mode, he immediately turned sweet, suave and so sexy. And it wasn’t just flirting talk, to prelude to sex (although the first time he murmured all the things he wanted to do with you after the team event you were at, you almost lost your mind then and there) – it was the sweet loving statements that sent your heart pounding.

How could you ever have known about his way with words?

*

Today had been a stressful one. Work had been full-on without any warning, and you were just about done with people. You’d even hesitated when Sidney offered to cook you dinner at his house – but eventually the temptation of being pampered by your boyfriend had been too good to resist. Maybe he’d be able to turn your day around. It couldn’t hurt to try, right?

And as you suspected, Sidney had taken one look at the exhaustion on your face and ushered you to the sofa, only disappearing to come back with a large glass of wine for you.

“You are an absolute gem,” you groaned, tilting your head back to look up at him.

He just grinned, taking the silent cue for what it was and leaning down to kiss you gently. Yes, this was just what you needed.

And the evening had only gotten better from there. Sidney had made the two of you a simple but delicious coq au vin dinner (the recipe definitely came from Vero Fleury, and you knew that you would definitely need to text her your thanks later), followed by a chocolate tart that you swore was the best thing you’d ever tasted (that one was from a local bakery, and you knew it wouldn’t be the last time you’d get something from there now!). And all throughout the evening, Sidney had kept the conversation flowing, telling you hilarious stories of grumpy Geno and naïve rookies from the recent road trip he’d had, as well as about the cute dog that his neighbour had recently adopted, and you felt yourself relaxing more with each passing moment.

Sidney had indeed turned your day around just like you’d hoped.

After eating, Sidney had insisted on clearing the plates by himself, making you roll your eyes fondly but accept a gentle kiss as he walked past. You could at least get the two of you a fresh glass of wine each. You were tired, not incapable. So with that in mind, you picked up the two empty wine glasses and followed your boyfriend into the kitchen, opening the fridge to pick out the open bottle of white wine he’d opened earlier.

But just as you finished filling the glasses, you felt a pair of arms slide around you from behind, making you jump slightly, earning a soft laugh.

“Menace,” you complained fondly, putting the wine bottle down on the side.

“Couldn’t help myself, I needed you in my arms,” Sidney said simply, squeezing you in a little hug.

You leant back into his chest, smiling to yourself. How could you say no to that? The two of you stayed silent for a few more moments, just enjoying the comfort of this embrace, until Sidney sighed softly.

“You make me want things I didn’t think I could have,” Sidney murmured, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

What the hell?

You spun around in his arms straight away, the frown on your face making Sidney laugh softly.

“What things? And who says you can’t have them?” you demanded.

“Always so protective,” he mused.

You batted at his chest, rolling your eyes. “I’m serious Sid! What do you mean, things you can’t have?”

He bit his bottom lip, making your frustration soften a little. This was something he’d really thought about, wasn’t it?

“I just…I never expected to find someone while I was still playing hockey,” Sidney started.

What the hell? He was just going to wait, until he eventually retired? What?! But as you opened your mouth to protest, Sidney pressed a finger to your lips, a fond smile on his.

“No, I know what I’m like. My routines are so set in stone, I’m away so often, I have so many more responsibilities as Captain and well, just because I’m me. I was told from a young age that anything other than hockey was a distraction. So I just…shelved the idea. Didn’t even let myself hope,” Sidney explained.

“Sid…that’s so sad,” you said softly, clutching at his sweater with both hands, “to just resign yourself to being lonely, I can’t…”

“Hey, it’s okay. I can’t say it hasn’t paid off with hockey,” he mused, “and besides…I met you, didn’t I?”

You bit your lip, your face heating up warm, Sidney’s hand rising to run a knowing thumb over your cheek.

“So I wasn’t a distraction?” you asked hopefully.

“Oh, you absolutely were,” Sidney said, laughing softly, making your heart sink a little. He saw your hesitant expression, and shook his head. “It was a distraction that I didn’t know I needed. You help me break out of my intensity, to separate the rink from home. Without you, I would just eat, breathe, sleep hockey, and meeting you made me realise that I can have hockey and love. You give me a reason to live, and I couldn’t be more grateful for that,”

You couldn’t stop the tears that sprung to your eyes, nor the smile that spread across your lips. “Sidney…” you murmured helplessly.

“Thank you. For making me whole. For making me a better person,” he said seriously, hand still cupping your face so you couldn’t do anything but look into his eyes.

Your heart clenched at his words, and there was nothing you could think of to say that needed to be added. So you just lifted your head and pressed your lips to his in a kiss that said everything.

*

A good run of games, with far more wins than losses, always put your boyfriend in a good mood. So good, that after the latest game, which was another win where he’d gotten 2 goals and 1 assist, he’d even suggested going out for drinks. You were more than happy to agree – not that you didn’t love your evenings in with him, but sometimes it was nice to go out and try something new, y’know? These plans quickly turned into a couples’ drinks with Kris and Catherine, and Geno and Anna, and the six of you ended up in a private booth in a fancy cocktail bar.

You’d immediately ordered some lethal manhattan cocktails with Anna and Cath, leaving the guys to their own devices as the three of you toasted to the success of the men in your lives. As you surveyed the bar around you, you felt yourself relax a little. This was exactly you needed, with exactly these people. These two women had welcomed you so quickly into the Better Halves group, and you couldn’t be more excited to spend time with just them. Well, them and your rapidly tipsy partners. 

It had only taken the three men a couple of hours to be giggling messes. 

Kris, the troublemaker that he was, had indulged Sidney’s sweet tooth with so many sugary cocktails, that he was already pretty far gone, eyes glassy and skin flushed. Sure, he was going to feel it tomorrow morning, but the fact that he actually got the chance to let go, to just relax with his just closest friends? That was the most important thing.

How often did Sidney get the chance to do that?

The six of you were still in the booth, Geno having just come back with a fresh round of cocktails, and Sidney was started to lean against you a little heavier, making you frown slightly.

“Hey, are you good?” you asked softly.

Sidney leaned back to look at you properly, hair a little ruffled and his top two buttons undone, distracting you slightly.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I have ever seen…and I’ve held the Stanley Cup three times,” Sidney slurred, his lips stretched in that beautiful crooked grin.

Kris, Cath, Geno and Anna all just burst into laughter, making you laugh too.

“I’m serious! The cup is so beautiful…but you, you are the most,” Sidney said firmly.

“He’s serious,” Kris snickered, “crisse Sid, what a romantic,”

The sarcasm just made Sidney pout. Bless him.

“Okay I think it’s time for some water,” you giggled.

“Oh no please, let him carry on. It’s been so long since drunk Sid made an appearance,” Kris grinned.

“Drunk Sid is most fun!” Geno added, nodding enthusiastically.

You looked back at your boyfriend to see him still smiling at you like the sun, and you couldn’t stop the butterflies erupting in your stomach. How were you supposed to react, when he looked at you so brilliantly? You didn’t have to look at Cath or Anna to know that they were smiling fondly at you – you’d had enough wine nights with them to know how sweet they thought Sidney was with you.

“He may be fun now, but he’s going to be an absolute grump tomorrow and you know it,” you mused, shaking your head.

“Won’t be grumpy,” Sidney insisted.

Oh jeez. “Yes you will,” you teased, “But you’re cute, so I’ll let it slide,”

“You think I’m cute?” Sidney said happily, before looking at his teammates, “she think I’m cute!”

That just sent Kris and Geno into fits of laughter again, making you sigh fondly. Oh he was definitely going to feel this tomorrow.

Worth it though.

*

The summer brought you back to Nova Scotia with Sidney. Well, you’d taken two weeks off work in August to be able to spend Sidney’s birthday with him, but you were so glad you did. Spending some proper time with his parents and with Taylor was so worth it, and you didn’t miss the little smiles he sent your way when he thought you weren’t looking – Sidney loved you being home with him just as much as you loved it.

The best part though, was definitely waking up to that sleepy morning sunlight, the lake only a stone’s throw away, Sidney warm and content and at peace. 

“Mm happy birthday Sid,” you murmured sleepily, curling further into his body.

“Shh, if my body doesn’t know that I’m getting older then I won’t get any more grey hairs,” Sidney groaned, not opening his eyes.

You just giggled, running a hand over his bare chest. What a drama queen.

“I’m pretty sure it doesn’t work like that, baby,” you teased, “you know I like your grey hair, the little grey of it that there is,”

What? You did!

Sidney lifted his head to look down at you incredulously. Of course that was what made him wake up properly.

“You like it?” he frowned.

“It makes you look…distinguished. It’s…sexy,” you shrugged. There was no reason to lie to him after all.

“Sexy?” he laughed, rolling his eyes.

Oh now that wouldn’t do. You slotted your leg between his thighs, moving to hover him slightly where he was lying on his back, waiting until he was looking at you properly. He swallowed heavily at the seriousness in your expression. Good.

“Yeah, Sid. It’s sexy,” you said softly, “you’re sexy. Clearly I need to tell you that more often,”

Sidney’s tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip, his eyes never leaving yours as he processed your words.

“If I’m so sexy, then why haven’t you kissed me yet?”

The desire in his voice sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn’t help but to grin. You leant your head down to kiss him softly, leaning up on your elbow for a better angle. Sidney groaned softly at the sweet kiss, one hand sliding into your hair with the other resting on your waist. You kept the kiss slow, gentle, intense, with only light brushes of your tongue, taking your time to enjoy yourself. You loved early mornings like this, when it was just the two of you with nothing to do for hours, and today you had nowhere to be until well into the afternoon, so you were going to indulge yourself with these kisses while you could.

Eventually you broke away, lips feeling as swollen as Sidney’s looked. Wow.

“Is that better?” you mused, stroking the hair at his template.

“Hmm, I don’t know. That’s all I get?” he murmured, “on my birthday?”

Tease. You licked your bottom lip, Sidney’s eyes flashing darker, and you rolled off of him, tugging your sleep-top over your head and lying down sultrily on your back. Sidney’s eyes immediately fell to your bare chest, yours flicking down to the hard line of his cock in his boxers, before you grinned.

“Get over here birthday boy…” you purred.

Sidney didn’t waste another second.

*

Sometimes things weren’t perfect. Sometimes Sidney had a string of bad games where he got too much into his own head. Sometimes he wouldn’t communicate in any more than a couple of words or grunts. Sometimes you had to prioritise a work deadline over time with him. Sometimes things between the two of you were extremely tense until one (or most often, both) of you cracked and talked it out.

But that’s what made your relationship work – the talking. Being with Sidney meant being in such a mature adult relationship, and it was refreshing to be able to work through things with a guy that wasn’t just going to fly off the handle or sulk around. Sure, Sidney had his faults, but he always tried not to take his frustrations out on you. You knew that the highs of dating a hockey superstar came with the lows too – you knew that when you agreed to go on that very first date way back when, but he’d proved time and time again that he was worth it. He was always worth it.

Right now, Sidney…no, the Penguins had been on a bad luck streak, and you could see the pressure piling up on your boyfriend, from management, from the press, from the fans, from himself. But not from you. There was no way you were going to add to his stress, not when he needed your support more than anything.

And you knew he appreciated more than anything else.

Like today, for example.

Sidney had turned up at your apartment a couple of hours earlier than you thought, having come straight from the airport rather than going to his house first, just looking bone-tired. So you’d immediately drawn him a bath with your favourite lavender-vanilla bath bubbles, Sidney insisting that you join him too.

Well, you weren’t going to deny him that.

So that’s where the two of you were now, you lying between Sidney’s legs, your back leaning against his chest, your hands clutching at his forearms where his arms were wrapped around you.

“Thank you,” he said quietly.

You just smiled softly, tilting your head back to press a kiss to his jaw before leaning into him again.

“I’m just sorry we’re doing this in my shitty apartment rather than your lovely bathroom,” you shrugged.

“It doesn’t matter whether we’re at your place or mine. You’ve always felt like home,” Sidney murmured.

Oh god, if your heart could be any more full it would be. Wow.

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else,” you said softly, not wanting to break the moment, “I’ll always be here for you,”

Sidney smiled into your neck, pressing the lightest of kisses into your skin, making you shiver despite the temperate of the water.

“I mean it, you are my home and I couldn’t be more grateful. You’ve shown me what love feels like, sweetheart,” Sidney murmured, “I love you,”

You tried desperately to blink away the tears that sprung to your eyes, squeezing his hands. “I love you too Sid. So much,” you whispered.

As his arms held you a little tighter and he buried his face in your neck a little more, you knew there was nowhere else you would rather be.

*

Another morning, another day waking up in Sidney’s arms. No matter how many roadtrips he went on, countless by the point, it still felt weird sleeping in your own bed without him. Your apartment felt cold, felt empty, despite it holding all your possessions, but you knew that was just because it didn’t have him in it. When he was home in Pittsburgh, whether it was in your apartment or at his house, you had never slept better than when you were with him. You could only hope he felt the same.

“Good morning,” Sidney said softly, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“Good morning,” you replied, smiling up at him.

He smiled back, leaning over to press a few gentle kisses to your lips before leaning back.

“That was a real serious face you had a moment ago,” Sidney said, lying on his side with his head propped up with his hand.

Busted. “I was just thinking,” you shrugged.

“What are you thinking about?” he mused.

“Nothing much. Just…”

You trailed off, biting your bottom lip. Sidney’s hand slid to cup your face, his thumb brushing over your trapped lip until you let it free.

“Just…” he prompted.

“I could get used to waking up beside you,” you blurted,

Sidney’s face looked a little stunned. Damn it. Was that too much?

But then his face shifted into the biggest smile you’d ever seen, making your hopeful heart beat a little faster.

“Why don’t we make that a reality?”

W-What?

Sidney saw the confusion in your expression and hesitated, before turning and reaching into the bedside drawer beside him. He paused slightly, as he grabbed whatever it was, making your heart beat a little faster. What was going on? But after a couple of beats, he rolled back over to face you, hand clenched in a fist.

“Move in with me?” he murmured.

He opened his fist, revealing a shiny key, making your jaw drop a little. Oh wow.

“For real?” you whispered, eyes not moving from the key.

“Yeah, for real,” Sidney mused, although you could hear the strain of nerves in his voice, “I would really love for this to be your home too. You already have a ton of your clothes here as well as make-up and your shower stuff…so why don’t we make this full time?”

You choked out a laugh – he did have a point there.

But was it too soon?

No.

“If it makes a difference, I’ve wanted to ask you for months,” Sidney admitted.

“You have?” you asked, surprised.

“Yeah, sweetheart. You’re it for me,” he said simply.

He really did have such a way with words.

“I would love to, Sid,” you said softly.

“Yeah?” he grinned,

“Yeah. I want to build this life with you. So let’s do this,” you nodded.

Sidney whooped, making you giggle, and he dropped the key into the bedsheets in favour of pressing a deep kiss to your lips. Yeah, you could get used to this.

[f1nalboys]

your nsfw alphabet for sydney got me thinking, and i want to request a lil drabble (if you don't mind) about what it'd be like for an afab! gn reader to be dominated by milf sydney. i really like your posts and i hope this isn't too weird of an ask

anon i hope u know that i have NEVER loved someone more than u right now. added a bit of domestic fluff at the end bc i make the rules here but hehe i hope u enjoy :D

Present - Sidney Prescott

Sidney Prescott x GN!AFAB!Reader

WORD COUNT: 848

WARNINGS: nsfw, milf!sidney, strap on, strapless dildo, doggy style, dom/sub dynamics, mommy kink, multiple orgasm mention, sidney is so sexy, reader calls sidney mommy, sid and reader refer to the dildo as sidneys cock, some domesticness at the end hehe, not proofread.

“So good for me, aren’t you baby?” Sidney purrs into your ear, her bare chest flush against your back. You whimper and she grins at how muffled it sounded with her panties in your mouth. “Aw, do you want to say something? Not yet, Y/N, m’kay? Just give me one more and then I’ll let you make as much noise as you want.”

Sidney begins to move again, hips pulling back ever so slowly, her strap, which had been sat fully inside you since your last orgasm just a few minutes ago, sending a shockwave of pleasure through you. Your head falls back against the soft pillow, eyes closing tightly as she pauses, her tip still inside you, before snapping her hips forward. 

A moan rips through you as Sidney sets a quick pace, her soft hands digging into the flesh of your hips once more. She was forcing you back onto her strap harder, deeper, forcing you to take her fully. It was almost too much. After three other orgasms, each more intense than the last, you are more than sensitive. “Fuck, so good, s’tight,” Sidney mutters, pausing her thrusts in search of the remote.

She had bought this strapless dildo tonight and had presented it to you wrapped up in a nice box. Curled up beside you on the couch, glass of wine in hand, she watched with a sly smile as you ripped open the box. She loved the instant widening of your eyes when you saw the purple toy on top of the very flattering lace lingerie set she had bought. 

“Do you like it?” She asked, tilting her head, and you nodded. Of course you did; you knew exactly how she was going to use it. “Good. Now,” Sidney downs the remaining wine from her glass and sets it carefully onto the coffee table before leaning over you and taking your chin in her hand. Her lips hovered over your own, her breath ghosting across your skin. “Why don’t you go try that on, hm?”

The lingerie set didn’t last long, Sidney ripping it off of you in a matter of minutes. And now, almost an hour and a half in, she was still fucking you, not that you were complaining. “Fuck!” Your curse is muffled by the fabric as she grabs ahold of your shoulder, yanking you up, shoving the silicone cock deeper. 

“Yeah, you like that? Like me, shit, like me fucking you like you deserve?” She pants, pulling you even closer to her until your back was against her chest again. “Like when my cock hits deep inside you like this? Hm?” You try to answer, desperate to tell her how good she was making you feel, how deep she was hitting inside you, but the fucking panties, which had long since lost the taste of her, were making that impossible.

With a huff Sidney takes her hand off of your hip and yanks the fabric out of your mouth, tossing them to the side before grabbing ahold of you again. You suck in a harsh breath before you begin to babble, so fucking close once again. “Yes! Fuck, yes Sidney, mommy, god! Make me feel so good, always fuck me so well! So close again, so fucking close, please touch me, please let me cum on your cock.”

Sidney grunts, thrusts sloppy, already so close herself and your whines and begs only getting her closer. “Y-yes, fuck. There you go, so good, so fucking perfect. Cum on mommy’s cock, baby, come on, just one more.” Her hand snakes in between your legs, finding and circling your clit with ease.

You aren’t able to hold back your moan as you cum, your legs shaking, only staying where you were from Sidney’s grip. She fucks you through it, her long fingers pressing down with each swirl, sending bolts of pleasure through you. Her hips sputter as she cums herself, her movements finally stopping as she rides out her own high by rocking her hips roughly. The second her hand leaves your shoulder you flop down onto the mattress, sweaty and exhausted, and she can’t help but laugh.

Sidney grabs the small remote, turning off the toy and carefully takes it out of the two of you, tossing it onto the bed and falling down beside you. For a moment it’s silent and you open your eyes to look at Sidney. She was staring at you, a soft look in her eyes and a soft smile on her face. “Hey.”

“Hey.” 

“Was that good?” You giggle, closing the small space between you two and kissing her. “I’ll take that as a yes, then.” She says with a grin as she pulls back. Your eyes close once more, body spent, but she taps your nose a few times, forcing you to open your eyes. “I know baby, m’tired too. Gotta get cleaned up first, though. You can be big spoon tonight.”

You cock an eyebrow at her before sitting up, groaning. “Fine, but only because you’re too cute to say no to.”

[astudyincontrasts]

The Inventor and the Archivist Chapter 4

Viktor x Fem!Reader (SFW)

Synopsis: Lore faithful, reader insert as an OC university archivist Viktor becomes close with.  Set in a time frame between before he meets Jayce and hopefully wrapping up somewhere just before he starts experimenting with shimmer.  Sexy times ahead in later chapters.

Warnings: Just straight fluff on this one guys, some makeouts later.  Just fluff and good feels, ok an NPC character death is in there too, some awkwardness, longing, flirting, cuddles

Author’s Note:  *slams fist on desk* My love language is feeding people and goddamn it I wanted to feed this pathetic meow meow.  Also, if you try to tell me Viktor’s not the kinda guy you bring home to momma I might fight you. NSFW next chapter, I promise.  This one’s for @namethatneuron​ for their kind and encouraging words. 

Ch. 4  I'm a Pagan of the Good Times

Viktor was looking so dapper when you met him by the tram you suffered a small shock of embarrassment over your far more casual outfit.  It was your own damn fault, really, you hadn't told him anything about where you were going or why, and it struck you that the very studious looking assistant to the Dean probably wasn't accustomed to slumming it much anymore, in spite of your shared trencher background.  

You watched him from across the crowded square, leaning weight on his cane in the habitual way that set his shoulders off kilter, wearing a clean University uniform, the fluff of his hair combed into some manner of submission, a slightly worried expression tugging at his features.  No, Viktor's notion of casual was probably sleeves rolled up and tie loosened.  You could understand.  Once you had the armor of that University livery on to hide your undercity birth it was hard to go back.  

  You shifted weight from one battered boot to another, firmly pushing aside the rising tide of  self consciousness that you hadn't worn something prettier, or at least less lived in.  It just felt disingenuous to visit the undercity in your Plitover clothes.  Like putting on airs.  You tugged at the fabric of your shirt.  Black leggings came to just below your scabbed knees, covering the worst of the damage that had been done, soft enough not to hurt the scabs.  Over it you wore a tunic length tank top, its fabric a soft grey, washed to a delicious buttery softness, its hem a bit worn for wear. Where the top hit at your lower hips, your beaten, beloved cargo jacket was fitted and far shorter, ending just below your bust.  You shifted the sling of your messenger bag across your chest and shoved hands into the high pockets of your jacket against your upper ribcage and made a beeline across the street.

"Hey!"

He jumped an inch as you popped up at his elbow and then relief washed over angular features.  You got a sincere inkling that he'd been worried you weren't coming.  It curled warm fingers around your heart, as did the way his mouth relaxed into a tilted smile.  You returned the favor, chin canted up to gaze at the handsome, tall boy, savoring the effervescence beneath your ribcage at the private knowledge you could have had him that morning if you'd wanted.  Well, of course you'd wanted.

The trolley bell clanged deafeningly and you jumped, grabbing hold of his elbow.

"C'mon, we'll miss our ride!"  

You hustled him onto the tram, only feeling slightly bad at his struggle to actually 'hustle' anywhere.  He could have sank onto one of the seats that lined the car but instead he stood, reaching to take hold of one of the hand straps suspended overhead.  You glanced at a seat nearby but decided to stand with him, though the straps were just slightly out of your reach.  You could have hooked a finger into one, sure, but it was awkward.  You simply widened your stance and waited for the jerk of the tram car to start.  Viktor seemed preoccupied with the landscape outside of the window; Piltover dropping down into the recesses of the under city, bridges and buildings a chiaroscuro contrast from one gleaming side to its shadowed counterpart.  

"So where are we - oof!" The tram lurched hard and your gambit to just hold your feet didn't play out so well. It tossed you bodily into him, a full, hard faceplant in his chest. It rocked him backward but he managed to keep his feet and keep his hold on the hand strap.  Your hands gripped the sides of his waistcoat to gain purchase to push yourself back on your feet and out of his personal space.  Instead the hand that held his cane came around you, arm a loose loop to keep you steady.  It was so disarmingly natural.  Felt so disarmingly good.  You managed to shake off the knee-jerk reaction to push him off and stand on your own two feet and instead let your hands fisted in his waistcoat relax their grip, letting hands shape themselves to his ribcage.  His chin brushed the top of your head.

"Ahem."  You hid a grin at his proper little throat clearing, keeping your chin ducked.  "Where are we going?"

"To the undercity."  You pointed out the obvious archly.  His chest heaved a long suffering sigh against you.  Well, he was going to learn to love your dry wit.  It wasn't as if he didn't have a healthy touch of that teasing sarcasm all on his own.

"No kidding."  He said, deadpan, and pretty soon your cheeks were going to start to ache from this grin.  You were well out of practice.  

"Every Saturday I visit Babička."  You relented, having kept him in the dark more than enough. "For dinner.  Otherwise she worries."

"Oh."  You could sense, rather than see Viktor's dark brows rise.  

"She gets lonesome since Děda passed away," You explained, toying with the silver chasing to the design on his waistcoat.  "And she likes to have someone to cook for.  She had a big family, once.  Its hard for her eat alone."  

The tram car ticked down its steep embankment to the dirty city below, the noise of it loud in the silence that settled over the two of you.  A silence that strained somewhat as you began to wonder if springing a surprise visit to your grandmother on Viktor had been a good decision.  What if he was reading this wrong?  Thought it meant more than it did?

You suddenly felt very foolish, a mortified heat sweeping up your throat.  In a bid to free yourself from what was becoming an awkward embrace in the light of your self doubts you pressed palms flat to Viktor's chest and tried to ease yourself from the loop of his arm with a firm, light pressure.

He rocked on his feet with the motion of the tram car on the tracks and only tightened his arm around you.  Like he could feel your doubts and wasn't having it.

"You don't speak of your parents."  He observed quietly, treading the awkward waters between you two, unwilling to let you drown.

"I was very young when they died."  You explained, quiet tone to match his own,  "It was a chem spill.  I don't really remember much about them, to be honest.  My grandparents raised me."

Chancing an upward glance you found Viktor gazing out of the tram windows, something dark in his expression.  To anyone from Piltover that look of his might be unreadable.  To a fellow trencher it was all too familiar; fuck this undercity.  It took everything you had and then it would come back and take some more.  No one got out unscathed.  Nothing liked to kick you when you were down like Zaun did.

The tram came to a jolting stop at the the bottom of its hill and the doors flung open to the clang of a tinny bell.  Where the air had been sweet and clean when you boarded, the air that rushed into the trolley car down here was practically fetid.  

The light was lower, like even the sun wanted nothing to do with this place.  But people were out, life carrying on in resignation to the surroundings.  If you were being honest, while the streets above were prettier and cleaner, you preferred it down here.  It was home after all.  Down here you might get stabbed as soon as looked at if you were foolish enough to wander someplace like the Lanes, but topside always felt more treacherous; cold, arrogant people just waiting for an excuse to make you feel 'other.'  The constant presence of enforcers designed to make them feel safe only left you nervous.  Like you had something to hide even when you didn't.

Viktor filed off the tram behind you in the crush of people and for a split second you missed his arm around you and the slight warmth of him against you like you might miss a limb if you'd cut it off.  You modified your pace so it matched his gait, and while you had a little ways to go, through the woods, as it were, to grandmother's house, it wasn't terribly far.

It was your turn to jump an inch as Viktor's fingers brushed your hand and then closed over it.  Eyes flicked down to the link of your fingers and darted upward to his face.  He offered you a smile so shy it felt difficult to rectify him with the man who'd been in your bed earlier today, those amber eyes peering up at you from across your bare skin.

A sweet little shiver coursed up the back of your neck and you tried to hide it by returning his smile, sure that your own came off slightly apologetic.

"You would have liked Děda,"  You explained as you both wove your way through the open-air market streets full of a mish-mash of vendors selling all manner of trinkets and wares, "He had a little bookshop just down there, just off the Lanes."

Your grandfather's mad passion for the written word was the reason you had come to your chosen profession.  The man had instilled a love of books in you from birth.  Admittedly, he wasn't the best at children's literature, choosing instead to read you books far above your capacity and understanding when you were little.  It never bothered you any, though.  It was enough to be sat on his knee, safe in the loop of his strong arms, his deep voice reverberating in his chest against your shoulder as he read aloud.  Heaven.

His bookshop hadn't been much, a tiny two-story ramshackle thing crammed to the gills with any tattered secondhand books he could get his mitts on.  Your grandmother used to like to joke that the shop cost more money than it brought in, largely because your grandfather couldn't refuse any book brought to him.  To do so would have felt akin to turning a child away from an orphanage.

They never went hungry, though they did not live in plenty by any standards.  They made due.  And brought you up to climb out of the trenches, all the way up to the vaulted, glittering heights of the University of Piltover.

You wished Děda had been alive when you were accepted as a student there, and later when you began your residency as the Archivist's assistant in earnest.  How he would have loved your archives, your endless work desks littered with any and every object for restoration and preservation that he could have ever only longed for, hunched over his own small workbench at the back of his crowded little shop.

You could still remember his gnarled, calloused hands as he worked.  Stained and bleached in spots from chemicals and tannin dyes, always with a bandage on at least one finger or two where he'd jabbed himself again with a binding needle or sustained a papercut.

It felt like you and Babička had lost your whole world when he died.

There had been a fire; some fight in the Lanes that had spilled over, a lit bottle of something flammable thrown in petty anger two buildings down - and in a place where everyone lived packed cheek to jowl in buildings cobbled together by the barest standards of construction, it was a recipe for disaster.  The only fortunate thing was that you didn't live above the bookshop, otherwise you would have been long dead in that conflagration.

Děda had gotten wind of the fire and sprinted from your home, your grandmother and you in distant pursuit. You had no idea the old man could move so fast. He'd been desperate to save the books.  Desperate enough not to spare a thought for his own safety.  Faintly, you could still remember bits of that night.  It wasn't like other memories, it existed in shattered bits and pieces whose jagged edges didn't always fit together and always cut you, left you bleeding if you tried to hold them too long or too close.

The searing heat of the flames, the way the fire roared.  You had no idea fire could be so loud.

The tear-stained tracks in the soot on your grandfather's face, eyes streaming from the acrid smoke - or perhaps from heartbreaking desperation.

There was no possible way he could save them all.

Piles, arm-loads of books he rushed out with, dumping his beloved children in the dirt of the street only to run back in for another arm-load.  Just one more.  And one more...

The deafening crash as the ceiling timbers gave way and the flaming bookshop came down on him.

How one final book came flying out of the open door as everything collapsed and the flames roared upward with a terrifying, engulfing spray of heat.

Ash raining down like black snow.

Your trembling fingers picking up the last book.

You'd never be sure if it had just been flung outward by the rush of air of the collapse, or if your grandfather had thrown it free, saving one last book before he was buried in the pyre.

People said they could hear your grandmother's scream for blocks around.  You hadn't heard anything.

You still couldn't stand the smell of fires.  Bonfires, or the ones the homeless lit in barrels to keep warm.  Even the nice, cozy ones in fireplaces turned your stomach, made you feel like you were going to pass out.

You told Viktor all this as you walked together, him listening in a solemn silence, sucking a breath through his teeth at your grandfather's fate.  Stopping in front of the building where your grandmother lived, you rummaged in your bag and pulled out that last book.  Its edges singed, cover licked in black soot at its corners.  Viktor took it from you and turned it over in his hands, opened its pages.  It wasn't large, just a relatively thin, dry and dull little treatise on the effects of silicate components in mechanized differentials.   It had been a lifetime's work for the one sad little scientist who'd written it, but to the world at large it meant next to nothing.  To your grandfather it had meant everything.

Viktor held the book in silence for a long time before handing it back to you.  You almost regretted telling him.  He looked so terribly sad with the world.  Tucking the book away, you reached up to touch his cheek as he stared at the ground.  It earned you a tiny, sad smile as his fingers lifted to touch your wrist, and after a moment's hesitation he turned his chin to brush a ghost of a kiss against the base of your thumb.  You stroked fingertips reassuringly over the sharp of his cheekbone before dropping your hand and turning to knock on your grandmother's door.  You could already smell dinner cooking from out here, and when she opened the door the delicious scent hit you both full-blast.

Your grandmother stood in the doorway, her stout, portly little frame clad in one of her faded flowered dressed covered by a well-used smock apron. Her steel grey hair was pulled back taut in a thick, short braid and she only came up to your chin in her house slippers.  Her smile of greeting was fading to confusion as her pale, watery blue eyes flicked from you to Viktor at your side and back again.  Then back once more to Viktor, looking his towering (from her perspective) lean frame over from bottom to top.  A thin grey brow arched as she took in his dapper University clothing, his cane, the fluff of his hair and that earnest, open face.

" Včelička, Nosíte si teď domů toulavé kočky?"

"Babička..." You tried to warn her.

"Hello."  Said Viktor brightly, and the second she clocked that accent your grandmother realized her mistake. You imagined the surprise that swept across her face was very close to how you had looked that first night you met Viktor and he recognized your native tongue.

Your grandmother was far more graceful in her recovery than you had been, for sure.

"Ach! Vítejte!  Have you been kidnapped, my poor boy?"

Your loving grandmother practically shoved you out of the way to reach upward and take Viktor's startled face in her warm, wrinkled hands.

"Babička." You choked.

"Blink if you need help." She continued, teasing, releasing Viktor's face to take hold if his free arm and hand and pull him inside.

"What?"  She replied to your chiding in her thickly accented English, "My granddaughter shows up with such a handsome young man, unannounced, I might add!  What's such a good boy doing with my Včelička?  You tricked him here?  Found him lost and decided to bring him home?  Poor boy!"

Your grandmother was hustling Viktor into her flat, reeling him haplessly along with her grip on his arm, her stiff-hipped waddle anathema to his sight hobble, keeping him off balance, especially as he had to stoop slightly to accommodate her grip.

Red-faced, you followed them in and shut the door behind you, tossing your bag on the floor and dropping down into one of the threadbare, overstuffed and comfortably lumpy armchairs, covering your face with both hands in a deep and soulful groan.

How on earth had you thought for even a second that this was a good idea?

"Podívej se na sebe.  So thin! Is good Včelička brought you for dinner.  I feed you, sweet boy."

Viktor, for his part, was bearing up remarkably well under the deluge, unable to dislodge his awed, slightly embarrassed lilt of a smile as your grandmother fussed over him.

"Poor boy, she make you walk all the way down here?  From that school!  Heartless creature I raised.  Here, sit, sit.  I get you drink."

She steered him into a chair at the dining table across the room from where you sat and practically manhandled him into one of the tall-backed, worn and creaky wooden chairs.  Viktor plopped down with a weighty oof and turned to glance over his shoulder at you as your grandmother waddled off to the kitchen.  Eyes wide, looking like he'd just been ejected from a good-natured tornado.

All you could do was lift your hands in silent exasperation and mouth an apology.  He looked close to tears from repressed laughter.

You climbed out of your seat to join him, hoping to act as his human shield between him and your grandmother.  Taking up battle lines to one side of his chair, your hand gripped the finial of the laddered back of it.  He reached absently for your other hand, giving it a lightly reassuring squeeze.

Back in the doorway of the kitchen, two glasses of lemon water in hand, your grandmother didn't fail to catch that small intimacy.  You could see the tenderness flooding her face before she replaced it with her gregarious busybodyness.  She hustled forward with the drinks and set them on the table near Viktor.  Only then did she take note of your skinned chin, and the bruises barely concealed by your short leggings.  Wizened fingers lifted your chin.

"What happened?"

You felt Viktor's grip tighten imperceptibly and the thought of lying to her, lying to her in front of him flooded you with shame.

But you did.  You were committed to this.

"I just fell, Babička, that's all."

She sucked a soft tsk off her teeth and stroked your cheek before kissing both cheeks with loving pecks.

"Nevermind, Včelička.  It will heal."

"Little bee?" Viktor translated in question, finally able to get a word in edgewise.   Babička blessed him with a toothy grin and pinched the apple of one of his cheeks lightly.  

"Yes indeed!  Sweet like honey but you mind her sting!"

You shut your eyes in long suffering silence.  You could feel Viktor's gaze fall on you.  Yeah, he knew about the sting.  Witnessed it first hand.  

It was long past the time for introductions, but now was a good a time as any, before you died of shame and left the two of them to introduce themselves to each other over your body.

"Babička, this is Viktor, assistant to Dean Heimerdinger.  Viktor, my grandmother."

"You call me Babička."  She insisted of him.  "Assistant to the Dean?"

She made a hoity expression of being genuinely impressed, mouth shaping an approving little frown.

"You think my granddaughter would let me know to expect such a guest."  She arched a brow at you disapprovingly.  How dare you let her meet the first and only man you'd ever brought home completely unawares?  And an assistant to the Dean?  In her house slippers no less??

You'd be the one doing the dishes tonight, you could tell. You were both so full by the time you'd left your grandmother's it was painful.  The kind of happily glutted that left you groaning, dying to just lay down literally anywhere and let sleep have its way with your pathetic, gorged carcass.  Viktor looked fit to die, one hand on his stomach, walking careful and slow like he was carrying a brimming cup.  Your grandmother had fed him up and then some, seemingly unaware that she couldn't make up for a lifetime of malnutrition in one sitting.  And he was so obliging.  She sent you both home with two boxes of almond cookies as well, the precious little packages stuffed in your bag for the walk home.

You both wisely decided to sit down in the tram for the ride home, leaning against one another heavily, struggling to stay awake for the short trip back topside.  Your hands tangled together between you, his thumb stroking a metronome along your skin.

"Thank you for taking me to your home."  He murmured.

"Mmn.  Thank you for not running from my gran."  You mumbled back.  "She's... a lot."

He breathed a laugh then groaned softly as it jostled a too-full belly.

"You do this every Saturday?"

"Mmmhm."

"How are you still alive?"

Your turn to groan in painful laughter.  An older woman across the tram was watching the pair of you, something pleased and wistful writ across her face.  You kept your eyes on your tangled hands.

It felt like it took ages to get back to the University, and because you felt badly that you'd put him through the wringer you offered to walk him to his room.  He considered for slightly longer than you felt comfortable with and you began to retract the offer with some lame excuse, give him a graceful out.  He shook his head silently, eyes closed.

"No no. I was just wondering."  He was struggling, cleared his throat uncomfortably, "If I might sleep in your room again?"

You gazed up at him in blank surprise.  Brain fully frozen.  If he could what now?

His mouth tightened to the side as he clocked your glossy-eyed blank expression and then stared down at his feet.

"Your bed is...very comfortable."

Oh god, yes.  Hadn't he said as much that morning?  Didn't he look like he hadn't slept that well in years?  Unthinking, you laughed.  It was a sound of  realization but he mistook it as derision and for a second looked so bruised by the rejection that your heart split.

Oh no. You were desperate to soothe him, make him understand.  Forgetting yourself, arms wound round his narrow ribs, your chin resting on his chest as you tried to catch those golden eyes.  

"Please, yes.  Come sleep with me."

Some snickering students wandered past you both, a reminder that you were still in public and not everyone had enjoyed a few glasses of wine and way too much food.  It was the slowest mad rush in all of recorded history to just get the hell back to your room, and your swore you could still see the hollows of his cheeks burning when you turned your key in the lock.

Lucy greeted you both, always ready to welcome the humans that came bearing pettings and possibly food.  Viktor leaned to stroke her but stopped halfway, thought better of it and instead sank down heavily on your desk chair to reach to run his hand over her back.  You toed your boots off, then socks and hung your jacket by the door.  

You dumped food in Lucy's bowl and considered the wisdom of making some peppermint tea.  It felt like a terrible amount of work, boiling water.  Who could ever work up the energy?  Instead your feet carried you over behind the chair where Viktor sat and you leaned your head heavily against his, cheek atop the cushion of all that soft hair, arms draped loose over his shoulders.  He leaned weight back against you just as heavily.

"(Y/n)."  Not for the first time you felt a small thrill at the way he held your name in his mouth.

Your fingers found his tie and pulled its end loose from the tuck into his waistcoat.  He tilted his chin up slightly to accommodate as you undid the knot and pulled it out of his collar.  Fingers found buttons, your cheek sliding off the top of his head as you needed to lean further and further down, only able to stop at about mid chest.  His hand stroked the length of your arm before he extricated himself to rise to his feet and finish the job.  You weren't having it, stepping in to push his hands aside, head bent to focus.  You let it rock back only when you pulled the tails of his shirt free from his trousers and then shoved the open waistcoat off his shoulders as if it had offended you.

His mouth caught yours as you slid your hands within the part of his open shirt. It was a sudden start to a what became a long, languid thing.  For someone so satiated he still kissed with a hunger.  You invited that tentative slow lick of his tongue against your own, open mouth eager.  He broke contact to pull your shirt up over your head and toss it before freeing himself from his own.  His skin was so deliciously warm against your own it was hard to give him up, biting a line of kisses across the sharp jut of his collarbone as your hands fumbled with the close of his trousers.  His hands were cupping your elbows, caressing up the backs of your arms, fingertips leaving skin singing in their wake.

Your feet were stumbling backward toward the bed and he was coming too.  Landing on your backside, you arched, sliding thumbs in your leggings to peel them off.  He had them in hand once they were out from under you and drew them off to join everything else on the floor before getting out of his own shoes, socks and pants.  

The pair of you were a tangle of limbs, the soporific of being overfed so much stronger than lust for the moment.  It was enough to stroke fingertips lazily where the soft line of his hair met the nape of his neck, to have his warm weight settled half over you, the spill of his fingers splayed over the lace bralette that you wore, thumb unable to help itself as it toyed the occasional tease against the stiffness of a nipple.  You swam in the sleepy shivers that swept the full length of you like slow waves licking at your toes.

This was where you lived; in the bliss of skin on skin and slow breaths, in kisses that felt stolen.  And soon enough in the peace of dozing sleep, Viktor's soft snoring and Lucy's loud purring harmonizing in a sound you wanted to wrap yourself up in.

When you woke the next morning and he was already gone it felt for a painful minute like maybe you'd just dreamed it, none of it had been real.  

Except there was a note in his handwriting left on your desk.

Chapter 5

[barzzal]

there is something soooo sexy when you’re in the middle of taking off your tight satin dress that you wore to your girls night out and Sid is just leaning againt the doorframe and looking with so much love and lust for his breathtaking girl - your face glowing after wiping off any makeup, and the fabric of your dress just rests on your curves, ready to be take down completely ... BY HIM so the next thing you knew is him pining you up against the wall, your one leg on his shoulder and his mouth on your little sweetness🍒

warnings: nsfw (18+), smut, sexual and suggestive themes, fem receiving, implied bathroom sex, this is light btw but lengthy for a blurb (1.2k words) <3

The same calloused fingers that’s held every curve of your body took solitude around the warmth exuding off a fresh cup of coffee.

It was quarter till midnight when you pulled over the driveway, spending the rest of the night dropping the girls at their respective apartments. Sure, you had your fair share of night outs and clubbing's back in the day, but going home never appealed to you the same way it did until you met Sidney.

The man wasn’t a total dud per se, in fact, he was far from being one.

To say the least, Sid was more of a homebody. He was either out for morning practice and afternoon meetings for his ever demanding job. When he’s free, he’d either spend his time in his home gym, or catch up with Nate and the other guys over golf. Other than that, Sidney was warm. He felt like home. And even though you still didn’t want to admit it to yourself, after spending almost a year with him, he eventually and inevitably became one.

“Isn’t it a little late to be drinking coffee?” you ask, pulling one of your drawers to start removing your makeup, devoid of the fact that Sidney’s gaze has never left your trance ever since you walked into the house.

“I was waiting for you to come home.” he simply answers, taking another sip of it. He rests his head on the doorframe as he admires you from afar; your face illuminated by the vanity and the line of your back accentuating how your silk dress flowed just above your thighs.

As you succeed wiping off your eyeshadow, you catch Sid’s gaze through the mirror, puzzled as to why he was standing at the door, “Why are you all the way over there?” you ask - turning in your seat to face him.

“Come sit with me, baby.” you gently call, tapping onto the velvet surface of the ottoman linear to your chair.

Without much thought, a small smile creeps into his lips as he walks over to you. Immediately, you feel the familiar rough hand grazing softly on your back, putting a small kiss on top of your head whilst he takes the time admiring you.

Sidney places his cup on top of the dresser and sits across from you. You instinctively catch how his thighs spread beautifully for you once he was settled.

Your eyes then travel up to meet his tawny irises, “How was your night?” he asks.

You make yourself comfortable as you lean back on the chair, dabbing your face with a gentle cloth once you’ve successfully taken off most of the product sitting on your face. You hum, thinking about how tiring the day was.

As you start telling him how one of your girlfriends successfully got your table free drinks, Sid carefully takes your leg, placing it on top of his knee so he could start massaging it. He quietly listens to you talk more about your friends whilst he divides his attention in between you and his fingers gliding their way up and down your sore calf to soothe it.

Slowly drowning to the pleasure brought upon by Sidney’s all too miraculous fingers, you absentmindedly moan in deep satisfaction, thus striking a nerve on the man sitting before you.

“You like that?” he asks, voice deep and raspy whilst he continues on squeezing out the stress in your muscle in between his fingers. Sidney hears nothing from you, evidently sinking into the pleasure he was giving. You nod in acknowledgement, your eyes half-closed as the sensation begins to lull you to sleep.

You stretch your legs further, touching more of Sid’s exposed skin just as much as his hands were with yours.

“Is the pressure good?” he asks again, moving in an upward motion as it nears the back of your thigh.

“It feels…” you sigh, satisfied with his touch, “nice.”

“How about this?” he says, trailing dangerously close to the hem of your dress, “Is this okay?”

You meet the same doe irises with a gaze so captivating— like a blackhole that’s eventually going to suck you in.

He watches you nod your head, your throat bobbing as you finally answer, “Yes.”

Sid continues massaging your stressed calf, moving circles with his thumb just as he maintains eye contact with you. His face inches slowly whilst his plump luscious lips find your skin instantly. He doesn’t move, and instead lets you feel his breathing.

His lips graze smoothly from your knee, as it works its way down your thigh slowly. Inch by inch, savoring it like it’s the last.

It is in moments like this where Sid wants nothing but to express his deep and utter admiration for his breathtaking girl; like a song of praise he will never get tired of singing.

It’s amazing how his world can be turned upside down by just one person. And he was sure that he wouldn’t even have the guts to acknowledge this insanely cliché and dumb notion that’s naturally expected from horny teenage boys who haven’t even stricken by puberty yet but, Sidney, out of all the cards he’s already dealt in his life, hasn’t felt this sure of both what is certain and what is not.

But even then, for as long as he has you, he knows he’ll be just fine.

His thick and long fingers glide its way, merely grazing the thin lace fabric of your delicates. It leaves you trembling, hips bucking, wanting for more.

“Baby, please stop teasing.” you plead, entangling your fingers through his curls, hinting on pulling him closer.

A light chuckle is clear in your ears but gladly, Sid wasn’t the type to make his woman beg. Especially when it’s for something he knows he’s damn well capable of giving.

His kisses were wet and small, sending a familiar sensation; tender with the distinct sound that floods every corner of the room.

But before the two of you even forget of his free hand, he takes it as a chance to grip on your thigh a little tighter and gives it a good squeeze before he raises it onto his shoulder - parting more avenue to what’s waiting for him behind closed doors.

With just one soft touch of his cherry plump lips on your region, you were hazy. Your vision gets misty as you soar to cloud nine all whilst Sidney continues going places he’s been too hundreds of times.

As you commend every stroke and every movement Sid’s mouth and tongue gives you with your wanton moans and whimpers, you put your trust onto the same man that has done nothing but worship you in ways much more refined and lustful than before.

It’s crazy how he knew your body so well to have this power over you. You know full well you’d gladly succumb to the thirst - groveling for more than whatever this man could give you.

Finally, as Sid takes in all of your heavy release - letting it coat the insides of his mouth, he makes his way to meet you in the eye, already having you nod for the words he’s yet to utter.

You need him. And you are by far shameless at this point to even dance with him and his ever taunting ways. You wipe the evident residue of your arousal glistening his stubble and give him a whole kiss, “I think I might need an extra hand in the shower.”

Sidney smirks, “I’ve got two.”

it's wet weekends!

[jt-artsandfics]

Oooh let’s do 9 + 11 off the number fics, with any of the clones but mainly INCLUDING YOUR OCS please! Leeeeeet me love them 😂💕

9- Fuck I hate people

11- Maybe I don't want to behave

WARNING SEXY GIF, Hinted Smut in some, sergestive themes, makeouts, verbal fights. Sexy/cute Gifs to go with the fic for your imagination

- Crosshair

Much had changed since the Empire took over, becoming one of the main medical officer for a certain Clone and his team was one go those changes.

You had been on Kamino before the fall of the republic and after been transferred to be Crosshair personal Medic. Crosshair had never met you before you became his medic and to begin with he didn't care much for you. Now tho he wouldn't let anyone near you other then his team, and they know their place.

He doesn't talk much but when watching Regs try and talk with you really sets him off. So when he sees a set of Regs trying to chat you up he is by your side in almost an instances. He takes his stand behind you as the Regs eyes go wide. When they quickly make their exist he can hear the sigh come from you.

"Fuck I hate people" you say going to turn only to bump into his chest. You almost shreak and fall back only for him to quickly reach out and grab your arm to steady you. You can see the annoyed look on his face as he stares down at you. "Come with me Medic" he says in his intimidating tone.

You move with him quietly thought the almost blinding white halls. Once you get close to one go the medical clinics he walks in and looks both ends of the room and closes the door. He turn to you and in a split second he has you pinned to a wall. His lips are on yours as he lets out a snark as he pushes you into the wall harder.

"Cross!" You almost shout only for his lips to move down your throat. His eyes glare at you as he pulls away for only a moment. "That is Commander to you Medic". And with that his lips are straight back on you.

" Commander Crosshair! We can't be in here if we get caught they will send you off for reconditioning" you almost wimpers as him teeth sink into the soft flesh of your neck.

When he pulls away he licks the bruise that is slowly forming on your neck. "They don't know if you don't say anything, beside maybe I don't want to behave" you whine at his words which makes him chuckle lightly. "That's it Y/n be good for your commander"

- Hunter

He's aware of everything, eyes are on everyone no matter where the batch end up. Even at Sid's his eyes are watching everyone to make sure nothing happens. " Fuck I hate people" his eyes shoot to you as he gives you a disappointing look when he hears you swear.

"Y/n, remember Omega is here, I don't want her to learn you horrible language" he grumbles only for you to smile up innocently at him. " Hunter!, I would never" you say in a fake shocked voice which makes him roll his eyes at you before they focus back out on the people around.

You move closer slinging your legs over his and resting your head against armored chest. He lets out a sigh his eyes moving to look down at you before they focus in on Omega and the batch.

You can feel the tension in his body release. He slumps back in his seat and pulls you closer into the cornered shadows. He presses a soft kiss to your head as he hums lightly enjoying having you close.

You smile lightly, eyes closing and enjoying to music. Tonight was a busy one. People coming to challenge Omega in battle of wits and strategy. Hunter loves his hands down to your thighs and grips them moving you back closer which make you shutter lightly.

"Hunter Behave we are in public" you whisper to him, he chuckles leaning down to your ear. " Maybe I don't want to behave Cyare, besides toy don't seem to mind it, I can practically smell you" he almost growls in your ear.

"Hunter later, there are people aroudn and at any moment Omega could look over here and see us" you try and reason with him. He lets out a groan but reframe from going over board. "Later then, but I'm not holding back Sweetheart"

- Jericho

Jericho doesn't like people, it's something that is well known about him, there are a few select people outside of his squad that he has bonded with. One being you. So it was no surprise when the albino clone showed up at your door step late at night, rain drops in his hair and a small bundle of handpicked flowers.

It was the small things from him that made everything worth it. Watching dry his hair and stride around your cosy home in a set of sweat pants. He is quick to pull you into his warm body enjoying having you pressed against his chest as you both watch holoflicks.

"Missed you Jericho" you say leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. He hums lightly as a small smile crosses his lips. He pulls you closer and nips at your neck which earns a small yelp from you which makes him laugh lightly. " Jericho!, behave" you reply a blush starting to creep up your neck. The next moment you are pressed to the couch with him leaning over you.

"Maybe I don't want to behave Cupcake" he chuckles only to lean down and press a kiss to your lips. Your hands grip into the muscle of his shoulders and you kiss him back. The moment is short lived when a knock on the door pulls you both appart.

Your eyes shoot open and you quickly push him off and stare wide eyed. "Quick hid in the bedroom!" You say which makes him groan and move quickly.

You try to even out your breaking as another set of quick knocks come at the door of your appartment. Opening the door you are met face to face with Tiim and Maze who both stand there and smile when they see you.

"Hey Y/n can we borrow Jeri, need him for paperwork" Maze says in a teasing voice. You can hear Jericho from your room as he states. " Fuck I hate people" it causes you to laugh lightly only of Tiim to Smirk. " What was that Jer?" He calls out only for Jericho to walk out with a look of disapproval on his face. "I said. Fuck I hate you people"

- Fable

Noise that's all Fable can hear as he stands in the middle of the town, nothingness that's all he can see as he and feel until someone bumps into him.

"Oi watch where your going!" A voice calls out from beside him only for him to scoff. " Oh I would if I could See!" He snarks only for the man to move close and push him into what felt like a wall. "Watch it Clone, no one needs another useless mouth to feed" the mans voice says until he hears yelling.

"Get your hands off him!" Your Voice calls, he could tell it anywhere when he hears more commotion he his quick to move trying to hear where you are so that he can take a s trance near you.

"Civilian I'm going to have to ask you to step away from my charge before things get messy, I may not be able to see you but I sure as hells can hear you" Fable replys hoping it is enough for the man to leave you both alone becuase the rest of his Squad make their way over.

"Fuck I hate people" he mumbles under his breath as the man footsteps can be heard moving away. He can hear more movement before he feels a set of soft hands press into his jaw.

"Fable Babe are you alright?" You ask only for him to laugh lightly. "Im fine Doll just getting sick of not-" he waves his hand infornt of his pale eyes "-seeing" he sighs as he feels your arm warp around his waist.

"I know babe, I wish we could do something about it. But you will get better with it, hell you found me just by my voice, that's impressive" you laugh, he smiles when he hears your laugh. It's something that is so... you.

He doesn't know what you look like, and well it really doesn't matter to him. " Come on Fable let's get a move along before we cause to much more trouble, it seems to follow you mister" you say in a joking manner only for him to press his chin into your shoulder. "Maybe I don't want to behave" its quite between the both of you for a second before both start laughing at how ridiculous it sound.

"Come on Fabe let's get back to there at of the boys before they send out a search party for their commanders" he grumbles at that but let's you lead the way.

- Ripple

Ripple is getting to his wits end with people, he had people in and out of the emergency clinic they had set up for both soilders and civilians, and the amount of hell he had gone thought with the non Clone soldiers was getting to him.

"Fuck I hate people" he mumbles to himself pinching the bridge of his nose. A small laugh can be heard from the door which makes him shoot up and look towards the person standing there.

You shoot him a soft smile as you hold onto your wounded arm. "At ease Ripple, I... I need you to patch me up if your available" you reply sheepishly only for him to let out a sigh. His expression chance quickly as he make this way over to you to check your injury.

"What trouble did you get yourself into Commander?" He hums quickly looking you at your arm. You laugh lightly and wince as he looks over your wounds. "The fun kind as always Ripple" he rolls his eyes at you and he assesses the damage.

"Its not looking good commander I might have to have you on rest for a few days just to heal it, it's going to leave a scar and you may have some numb areas." He says. Ripple is quick to begin stitching before he places Batcha patches over the wound.

"Please try and behave while you rest, some of use still have to work" he says with a small laugh as you. "Ripple this is me, I'll be on my best behavior" he can hear the sarcasm in your voice as he makes sure everything is tied together tightly.

"Well you can stay here while I work as long as you keep quite I don't need the General on my ass about you causing havoc amongst the people, marker forbid you and Weazeal team up" he replys quickly moving to his work bench.

You let out a light laugh as you go to stand up only to have Ripple move quickly and press up agaisnt your back to keep you steady. " Cyare, please just rest" he mumbles into the back of your hair as he sighs.

You smile as you turn to him a dorky smile that makes him return it. You lean up and press a light kiss to his lips which makes him frown. "Behave" he mumbles agaisnt your lips only for you to pull back and lean up to his ear. " Maybe I don't want to behave" he gives a disapproving look but doesn't say anything as he pulls you with him. He takes a seat at the small desk set up and pulls you to sit agaisnt his chest as he works. "This way I can know what your up to" he replys as his eyes focus on the holo on his desk. You smile up at him and slowly roll your hips agaisnt his.

Ripple let's out an allotted pained groan as he glares at you. " Your a menace to me, your gonna kill your squads Medic. You know that" he grumbles only for you to lean down and press a soft kiss to his lips. " You love me" "marker only knows why"

[youhideastar]

One of my favourite bits in all of Sid/Geno fandom is:

“The corners of Sid’s mouth twitch up, helplessly; Geno learned English from kids’ shows, so he learned the word “bunny” but never really picked up “rabbit.” There are lots of things about Geno that Sid loves, but that fact is one of the tiny, priceless jewels that Sid keeps nestled in velvet in the innermost core of that love. If anyone ever makes fun of Geno for it, he’ll bury them.”

(From Fancy) and I’d love to read a director’s commentary on that section and the bit before/after. Thanks!

Wow, thank you! I’m so glad to hear you like that passage from Fancy so much, and it’s my pleasure to share a little commentary on that passage and the surrounding section.

He thrusts the photos at Geno, accusing. “See, this is what you really like—”

Geno snatches them from Sid’s hands, pleading, “Sid, no, I say opposite.”

One thing I really struggle with as a writer is having characters do physical stuff while they’re talking. When characters are talking, my mind just naturally gravitates to the talking part! So it was a little gift to myself to have these two arguing about physical objects, so they could do actions like this: Sid thrusting the photos at Geno, Geno snatching them away. It really pumps up this part of the scene. Now that I think of it, I should do that more often!

Sid gestures mutely at the photographs. Like the contents of the other folder, these, too, show care. They say This is important to me, important enough to keep, and to want close at hand.

Show don’t tell, but this is one where you’ve gotta tell. Make the implicit explicit. Otherwise Sid just seems like he’s having a weird crazy overreaction. I mean, he IS overreacting, but he’s not, like, unhinged.

Geno hisses a breath out through his teeth, frustrated. He captures Sid’s wrist with his free hand and then pauses, frowning. “Sid, your heart go very fast—oh.”

The lines of his face soften, and he squeezes Sid’s wrist gently. “You scared,” he murmurs, eyes dark. “A lot, I think.”

Can you tell how fast someone’s pulse is just by grabbing their wrist randomly and holding it? Who knows! Seems vaguely plausible, that’s good enough for me. These are the kinds of things that nag at me while I’m writing but I just have to grit my teeth and post stuff anyway.

Sid starts to protest just on principle, but his voice dies in his throat. He is scared. He's been scared this whole time. Scared of not being what Geno wants. Scared of not measuring up.

That's not easy to say, though, so Sid just looks down at his knees, silent. He doesn’t want to see Geno’s face, warm with forgiveness for another way Sid falls short, or the pictures of all the sexy, exciting stuff that Geno dreams of, and that turns Sid’s stomach.

Awwww, poor Sid. I like the previous line because it shows that Sid can be so right about Geno (Geno is 100% making the exact facial expression that Sid imagines) and a breath later, so wrong (Geno freaking told him he’s not into everything in the pictures!). Our insecurities open up unwanted distance between us and the people we love, people with whom we’d otherwise be as close two adjacent pages of a book.

Geno makes a deep, wordless noise that vibrates in his chest. He squeezes Sid’s wrist for a moment, then lets go; before Sid can miss his touch, Geno cups his hand over the back of Sid’s neck. Instinctively, Sid’s head falls forward, and his eyes flutter closed.

Ah, this scene has gotten so soft. Starting up above with Geno’s reaction to Sid’s pulse, the word choices are soothing and soft (“soften,” “gently,” “dark,” “silent,” “warm,” “deep,” “flutter”) after a period where the word choices emphasized tension (thrust, accuse, snatch, plead, hiss, frustrate, capture, frown). I would like to say that I do this very deliberately, selecting each verb and adjective artisanally, but that’s a lie. I mean, every so often it happens that way, but mostly it’s instinct. From my subconscious to your subconscious, switching the mood. :)

“Good,” Geno whispers. “Keep eyes closed a minute. Breathe in—good, Sid. And breathe out, slow. Nice and slow. Good boy. Hard to think good when person is scared. Breathe in now, slow. Thoughts just run around like little bunnies, all confused.”

The corners of Sid’s mouth twitch up, helplessly; Geno learned English from kids’ shows, so he learned the word “bunny” but never really picked up “rabbit.” There are lots of things about Geno that Sid loves, but that fact is one of the tiny, priceless jewels that Sid keeps nestled in velvet in the innermost core of that love. If anyone ever makes fun of Geno for it, he’ll bury them.

I totally wrote “rabbits” in my first draft of Geno’s line and then was like, how would Geno know that word? That’s a check I have to do a lot when writing characters speaking in their second language. And I thought, “He’d know it from watching kid’s shows.” And then I was like, “No, in kid’s shows, they’re called ‘bunnies.’” And from that realization spooled out the whole next paragraph. Structure, accuracy, verisimilitude: these things do, in a sense, constrain creativity. But they also, equally, SERVE creativity, because often, they send your mind down more interesting paths than the ones you’d have wandered down on your own. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

“Yes, is funny thing for imagine,” Geno murmurs, misinterpreting Sid’s smile. “You feel better now, Sid? Better with break?”

Just as Sid is never going to let anyone make fun of Geno for the “bunnies” thing, he’s never going to TELL Geno about the “bunnies” thing. He’d cry if Geno started saying “rabbits.” But also, seriously, it’s nice to show Geno being vulnerable and fallible: I try to be really careful about not making him either All-Knowing, All-Powerful Dom or OMG Perfect Boyfriend. (Just OMG Really Great Boyfriend haha)

Sid takes another slow inhale and exhale on his own. He does feel better for the break, and says so. Geno rubs the back of his neck and responds, “Good. So open eyes, and now you listen, Sid. Just listen, for me, not talk.”

One thing that still isn’t natural for me is writing characters giving each other orders. I’m such an asker: Can you do this? May I offer a suggestion? What would you think about…? I probably made it three or four revisions before I realized that, in this verse, Geno would tell Sid to listen; and then it often takes me a while to figure out how to phrase it so it doesn’t sound rude.

Sid nods. It helps, having something to do – it keeps his thoughts in straight lines, rather than running off in whatever direction. Like bunnies, he thinks, and fights a smile.

“Good, Sid.”

Is this too cute? Probably. Will it rot your teeth? Almost certainly. Am I sorry? Not in the slightest.

[1plus1kiyoomi]

Chapter 15.5 Harder Pt. 2 😉

nsfw under the cut!!! minor dni!! please do read at your own risk!!

You put on a white lingerie set that is made of thin mesh. It’s see-through, but it still looks elegant on you. It’s a simple set but you know Kita will love it. You disregard your other pieces or clothing, mustering up all the courage to walk in your bedroom half-naked.

“Where did you go? You weren’t in the kit-hi baby. You look beautiful...” Kita smiles as he sees you standing in the middle of the doorway. He eyes you from head to toe, sitting upright on your bed, his back leaning on your bed’s headboard.

Kita’s stare is full of love, boosting your confidence. You strut to your bed, stopping at the end. “Turn around for me.” You do a slow spin, giving Kita a show of your body. “You’re gorgeous, baby.”

“Really?” Kita nods, causing you to smile shyly.

“Come here.” He pats his lap and you slowly crawl up your bed, then sit on the space where he asked you to be. His eyes wander all over your body once again, his hands resting on both sides of your hips. “You look really amazing. I can’t put how good you look into words.”

Kita’s not exaggerating. He speaks the truth and only the truth. In his eyes, you look like a goddess. He has always seen you as one, but right now, it’s just different. You’re all the gemstones in the world put into one. You seem so fragile that he’s confused whether he wants to take care of you or wreck you.

“I love you, Shinsuke,” you say to him, pressing your forehead against him, hands on his chest.

“I love you so much more, (Y/N).” Kita closes the gap between the two of you, pulling your body closer to his. His hands start wandering, brushing through the spots where you want it to be the most.

Eager, you start grinding on his crotch and he stops you by your holding your hips down. You moan into your kiss, feeling his growing member just under your heat. “Wanna touch you,” you say in between kisses.

“Then do it, baby,” Kita breaks the kiss, allowing you to do what you want. You move your body to sit on his calves, pulling the waistband of his pajamas and boxer shorts down along with your body. As you see his member, you unknowingly lick your lower lip from his size. Kita’s on the average sid, but he’s thick, real thick. The wetness in your underwear pools just from thinking about how full you’ll feel from him.

“Can I touch you daddy?” You don’t even process the words in your mind, it’s filled Kita and Kita alone. You don’t even realize that you’ve called him daddy.

“Daddy?” A smile grows on Kita’s face, his cock getting harder when the word rolled off your tongue.

“I’m sorry. Does it make you uncomfortable?” Your eyes dart back on his face, only to see the smug smile he’s pulling off. Your walls clench on nothing, the grin his wearing driving you insane. “So can I touch it?”

“Go on, baby. Do anything you want,” Kita permits, and you smirk at him.

You lean your upper body down, face hovering over his cock. Wrapping your fingers around it, you feel Kita twitch. “Can I suck daddy then?” Without waiting for a reply, you move your lips close to the head of his cock, giving it a soft lick that causes Kita to let out a sigh of pleasure.

You put his dick in your mouth, attempting to put it all in but only to fail. You bob your head up and down on whatever you can, his thick member making it hard for you to breathe every time it hits the back of your throat. You accidentally graze your teeth over his cock, causing Kita to hiss. “Sorry.” You look up to him and see his hooded eyes staring at you, his lower lips in between his teeth.

The way your eyes look up to him, tears about to spill, it makes him feel so lustful. Kita smirks at you before he pushes your head down with his hand, leaving you no choice but to take him all in, your airways tightening on his cock. Seeing tears form on the corner of your eyes from gagging, Kita pull your head back up, fingers still dangled in your hair. Then, he moves your head, guiding your mouth’s movement on his cock

His breath gets heavier with every bob of your head. Your hand grips on his thigh, your throat being stuffed by his member. "I'm going to come in your mouth," Kita warns you. "If you don’t want that, just stop." His hand is gripping your hair, eyes closed, mouth slightly apart. He looks so satisfied, it’s sexy. You push your head down, taking him in deeper. That one last gag tips him over the edge, making him cum in your mouth.

The former captain flips you over, lying you down on your back and him on top of you. He presses his lips against yours roughly, harshly putting his tongue inside your mouth. He starts going down, licking and sucking on your skin. His hand travels to your back, attempting to unhook your bra but he doesn’t seem to know how. He pulls the strap of your bra, then lets go, the garter hitting on your skin. You hiss, the impact from the strap burning on your skin. “Take this off.”

You take your bra off as Kita pulls your panty down to your ankles. You shake them off, giving Kita a view of your fully naked body. A series of I love you’s can be heard as his kisses go from you lips down to stomach, where he stops. He dips his head down, running his nose down to the space between your thighs. "You smell so good," Kita murmurs and looks up to you, a look of pure pleasure on his face, that makes you blush.

Kita puts a his finger in you, his tongue circling and pressing on your clit. His other hand is on your thigh, holding you in place as you squirm with every curl of his finger. "Keep still," he mutters, his breathing tickling you. You wriggle as you feel his hot wet muscle on your sensitive bud again. How does he expect you not to move if he’s making you feel so good? He sits up and fastens the pace of his fingers inside you. "I told you to keep still, baby."

Your hand reaches for his wrists, eyes rolling to the back of your head in pleasure. “I'm gonna cum,” you moan, feeling the familiar knot in your stomach. Kita pushes his fingers even deeper, moving rhythmically but roughly. When your body begins to tense, his hand understands and slows his fingers down, their rhythm matching yours. You let yourself cum on his fingers, then Kita pulls his fingers out to plant a soft kiss on your nose.

“Do you want to go on?” Kita asks you, putting strands of hair behind your ears. You nodded, panting heavily. You haven’t recovered from your last orgasm yet but you bravely said yes to him. How can you possibly say no to Kita?

“Can I ride you?” You blurt out, and when you finally realize what you said, you hide your face using your hands. Feeling Kita, plop beside you, you remove your hands from your face. Kita’s hand is wrapped around his member, stroking it as he waits for you. You feel your heat getting wet again just from the sight.

Finally finding your confidence, you hover on top of him and used your hand to align the tip of his member to your opening. You push your body down, his cock stretching you out. You his in pain, your hands on his chest as you lean on him in pain.

“You’re too big for me,” you cry on the crook his neck, letting your pussy adjust to his size.

“Baby, you’re all talk...” he calls out so you look up to him and see his hooded eyes boring into yours. He switches your position, his cock still inside you. Kita notices the worry in your eyes so he kisses you. “Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle.”

He pushes more of himself inside you, your hands gripping on the sheets of your bed, heavy pants and whimpers coming out of your mouth. Kita wants to stop the pain your feeling so he’ll pleasure you. Make sure that his name is what you’re chanting instead of your little cries.

“Shin, too much, I can’t.” Kita wipes the tears on your cheeks, stopping his movement.

His lips grazes over your ear, his heavy breathes sending shiver down your spines. “You can do it, baby. I’ll fill you up with my cum if you take all of me.” Your walls clench on his member, his words turning you on even more. Kita smirks, licking your earlobe. “You want my cum in you?”

��Yes, daddy,” you moan, pushing your hips down to let your walls suck all of his length. Kita growls in your ear in satisfaction.

“There you. That’s my good girl.” He wraps a hand around your neck, exciting you even more. You grind on his cock and Kita lets out a soft moan. Your pussy feels so warm and it’s clamping on him so tightly, he can feel your walls on all of him.

Kita starts moving his hips, meeting your movements midway, his pubic bone hitting your clit. He’s thrusts are slow but surely hitting the spot that’s making your head numb in pleasure. “Harder, daddy.”

Kita pulls his member out then slams it back in you, causing you to moan loudly. He does it again and again and again that you start getting dizzy from the pleasure. He holds one of your hand, his other hand holding onto the headboard of your bed, his thrusts fastening.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whimper, feeling the tip his cock hit your cervix. Your hand holds onto his shoulder, your nails digging onto his skin. 

“You like that?” Kita pants. Unable to form words, you nod eagerly, pulling him down into a kiss. Kita looks down, watching the spots where you and him are connected before kissing you lovingly.

“I’m gonna cum again,” you manage to let out, arms wrapped around his neck.

“Me, too,” Kita groans, the movement of his hips losing its rhythm. You feel your orgasm coming, contracting your walls on him tightly. Kita reaches his high, his cum painting your walls white. Feeling his hot thick fluid in you, you hum in satisfaction. Kita pulls out, watching his fluid flow out of your opening.

You chuckle so Kita’s attention is on you, eyebrows raised in confusion. “Today I found out that the only thing you are bad at is unclasping a bra.”

“I’ll get better soon,” he pouts, then leans down to kiss you. “I love you.”

“I love you too...”

[idontlikeem]

Sick/Injured Fic + I Didn't Mean to Turn You On

you can find the fic tropes mashup game here!

REALLY great combo, oh man! I had this idea right away—be warned, nonsense ahead!

sidney i promise i love your vocal fry

Zhenya’s never paid much attention to how Sidney talks.

He’s familiar with Sidney’s laughs—the slightly-stilted media chuckle he uses when he’s trying to buy time to think through an uncomfortable question, the gentle camera-friendly laugh when something genuinely amuses him but he’s very aware of the public within earshot, and of course the ridiculous high-pitched honking giggle that comes out when he really, really thinks something’s funny and can’t modulate his response.

Zhenya covets that last laugh, goes out of his way to elicit it, makes a fool of himself far more frequently than he’s willing to cop to in order to hear it, to watch the way it squinches Sidney’s whole face up, making his eyes disappear into half-moons above his cheeks, which get so, so pink.

So, yeah. Sidney’s laughs—Zhenya can categorize them all. But his voice? He’s never thought much about it. Sidney’s soft-spoken, and his singing is terrible, and Zhenya can easily drown him out in the room simply by virtue of having a lower voice.

Zhenya tends to not pay attention to the interviews they do. He doesn’t watch the stupid Christmas specials they make, he doesn’t stick around for postgames unless he’s actively participating, and he generally does his own thing during team media days if he can manage it. So, whenever Tanger teases Sidney with who are you trying to be when you talk to reporters, Kim Kardashian? you’ve already got the ass—, Zhenya’s ignored it—he doesn’t know what Sidney’s getting up to in his interviews, but it certainly isn’t any of his business.

(Tanger might be onto something, though. About the ass, at least.)

Finally, though, for the first time ever, they get roped into a joint interview during the league media day, and it’s clear when they get on the plane that Sidney has a cold.

He’s taken a decongestant so at least he’s not sniffling and sneezing all over, but his eyes are red-rimmed, and he’s sucking down cough drops like they’re pieces of candy.

Jen outright laughs at him on the plane. “Well, that’ll make at least that part of your interview easier, won’t it?” she asks as she holds up her phone and snaps a few pictures of them sprawled out in their seats.

Zhenya frowns. “What she mean?” he demands. In his experience, being sick only makes an interview worse, unless they’ve given him the good drugs beforehand.

Sid looks miserable. “Ugh,” he mutters, clearing his throat. “I kind of...I do this voice thing, sometimes. I don’t mean to,” he shoots Jen a glare, but she raises an unimpressed eyebrow and goes back to ignoring them, “but I guess sometimes I talk...lower, you know. Lower than usual.”

His voice sounds a little harsh, sure, but Zhenya probably wouldn’t have noticed unless he was listening for it.

He shrugs. “Okay, is fine. You do all questions, since special voice easier for you today.”

Sidney frowns heavily at him. Zhenya serenely ignores it in favor of demanding the picture from Jen to post to his Instagram. They look good, and Sid’s smiling—not quite one of his best smiles, but close. The internet will like it.

As the day wears on, though, Zhenya...figures it out.

When Sidney’s being interviewed, he can’t mainline cough drops, and his voice gets rougher and rougher as the day goes on. By the time they sit down with Friedman, he’s downright husky, and Zhenya—has a problem.

He’s distracted all through the questions, brushing past being asked about his desires to leave the Penguins (as if) and smiling vaguely down at the video Sportsnet took of him the previous year at his house. He’s babbling a little bit, he knows it, but if he doesn’t fill the silence—

Well, if he isn’t talking, Sidney is, and Tanger’s jokes about Kim Kardashian are suddenly, horribly explained.

It’s not right, Zhenya thinks miserably, listening to Sidney earnestly spill out the same meaningless platitudes about winning as a team he’s no doubt used a dozen times today already and trying not to shift too obviously. It’s not right that he feels so shitty and sounds like...like…

Christ in heaven, Sidney sounds sexy, and there is something seriously, seriously wrong for Zhenya to be thinking so when Sidney is so clearly miserable.

The interview ends, eventually, and Jen picks them up and chats at them the entire drive back to the hotel. Zhenya’s not required to contribute, thank god; he’s so past being able to hold polite conversation in public, it’s not even funny.

Naturally, this means Sidney follows Zhenya back to his room, recapping the day and whining about his sore throat. He stands too close when Zhenya fumbles the keycard into his room’s lock, like always. He smells like menthol from the cough drops, and his shirt is wrinkled and one side of his collar is flipped weirdly, and really, how hadn’t Zhenya realized how desperately, hopelessly attracted he is to Sidney before today?

Zhenya beelines for the minibar as soon as he’s got his shoes off inside his room, hoping that a few tiny bottles of mediocre vodka will at least kill off the semi he’s been sporting since halfway through the interview, if not distract him from the problem entirely.

It would help if Sidney would stop. Talking.

Instead, though, he flops back on Zhenya’s bed—he’s in my bed, Zhenya thinks hysterically, throwing one of the shitty flavored rums Sidney pretends he doesn’t like over before Sidney can ask—and keeps it up, talking about the other players they saw and what did Zhenya think of doing a co-interview, and did he really mean it when he said he’d seriously considered leaving, because—

“Sid,” Zhenya finally interrupts desperately, turning to look over his shoulder at the bed. Sidney’s voice is getting raspier by the second—he’s starting to sound like a girlfriend Zhenya used to have who was a heavy smoker, especially after she had been… He wrenches himself away from that train of thought. “Sid, please, stop talk, please.”

Sidney snaps his mouth shut and stares at him, eyes big and sad.

Zhenya winces and downs a bottle of—god, is that Svedka, disgusting—before jumping to try and smooth this over. “Not— Don’t mean, like, not want to talk, just…” He trails off and turns around, facing Sidney and scrambling to come up with something that doesn’t make him sound like an asshole, or insane.

Too late, though, he remembers his situation, and before he can sit down or do something to cover himself, Sidney’s gaze has already settled at Zhenya’s waist.

“Geno,” Sidney rasps out. “Geno, are you…?”

“Is your voice, I’m sorry!” Zhenya wails, sitting heavily in the desk chair and dropping his head in his hands. “I’m not mean! Is just, you sound…” He shrugs and trails off. There’s no point in trying to explain—he doesn’t have the words in English for it, and frankly, he’d rather Sidney not put together how much of a perv he is.

Sidney’s quiet for a minute, and when Zhenya dares to peek at him from between his fingers, he’s chewing on his lip, color high in his cheeks.

“I sound like I’ve been giving head, don’t I?” Sidney says abruptly, the corner of his mouth curling a little, and Zhenya’s whole body jolts. “I sound like I’ve had a cock down my throat, and now you’re thinking about that, and it’s making you—” He gestures vaguely at where Zhenya’s dick has now definitively gone from semi to fully hard.

“Please, Sid, I’m not—” Zhenya starts desperately. This is going off the rails, fast, and he doesn’t know what to do to fix it.

“I think you are,” Sidney says softly, and oh, now he’s doing it on purpose, Zhenya just knows it, and all he can do is stare when Sidney gets up and crosses the room, before dropping to his knees between Zhenya’s legs, holy shit.

“Sid, you—” Zhenya chokes when Sidney runs his hands up the inside of Zhenya’s thighs. His hands are hot through the thin suit fabric.

“Wanna hear what I really sound like, after?” Sid says, a gleam in his eye.

[myhockeyworld87]

Similar to your other anon, it’s been a rough week. Can I please request some spicy but comforting Sidney Crosby? I can just see him telling you to let go and lay back and let him take care of you, then slowly but steadily and attentively taking you apart 🥵 And then of course the sweetest aftercare ever

Wow, I’m feeling bad as it’s only Wednesday and we’ve had a lot of you with bad weeks. I’m sure Sid would make it better for you in any way that he can. NSFW under the cut.

Come thirst with me!

Sid knew that the week had been bad for you at work. He’d been encouraging you to quit for some time now, insisting that he just wanted to take care of you. He never pushed the idea, knowing that you liked your independence. So when he had the day off, he decided he was just going to spoil you, like you always did him.

He had the Pens chef prepare you a gourmet meal, then set up the dining room with an expensive bottle of champagne and long-stemmed roses everywhere. When you walked in the door, he led you to the intimate candlelit table. “What’s this?”

He shrugs it off. “I know works been tough. Thought I’d give you a little treat.”

The meal was amazing. The conversation even better. You could feel all your troubles just melting away as you talked endlessly to Sid. By the time the meal was over, you were in a whole new mindset. “Thanks babe. I feel so much better.”

He’s walk up behind you. His hands going to your shoulders and rubbing you there. “The night’s not over yet.” He’d start to drop kisses on you then. Some on your neck, then your collarbone, as he undid button after button on your shirt until he’s sliding it off of you. Once your shirt is gone, he slides your chair back with you still in it. He drops down to his knees in front of you, and you know where his mind is headed. You draw a sharp breath in as he hikes up your skirt then spreads your legs wide for him. He’s kissing your inner thighs, trailing his lips to your lace-covered pussy. He breathes in your scent; can smell and see how much you want him. His fingers push the cloth aside and just that slight touch against your pussy lips sends shivers over your body. “Easy babe,” he whispers, and then his tongue is on you; licking between your folds. They're soft and gentle licks at first, the kind that makes your body beg for more. 

Your hips lift up seeking more, and Sid holds you down with one strong arm, before wiggling his index finger inside you. His little kitten lick on your clit are driving you wild. “Sid...please...” you pant out and you feel him smirk against your core. 

“Please what baby?” he asks, not thrusting his finger anymore and you’re practically crying you’re so frustrated.

“Please make me cum.”

That’s all he needed to hear. “Whatever you want baby. You know I’ll take care of you.” He goes back to work and he’s just as diligent at eating you out as he is playing hockey. His tongue doing things you didn’t think were possible just like his stick on the ice and suddenly you can’t wait for him to stick his dick in your as well. The thought pushes you to orgasm and you’re crying out in ecstasy. You’re bucking your hips and the chair almost tips back, but Sid has you. He keeps you steady as you cum, then gets back to his feet and lifts your off the chair, your legs wrapping around him. He presses your back against the dining room wall, holding you with one hand, as he undoes his belt and drops his pants down. 

In one swift move, he thrusts deep inside you and you moan out in pleasure. “That feel good baby. Did you need my cock in you?”

“Yes, Sid...yes.”

He starts to fuck you against the wall then. Your bodies slapping together. It’s hot and sexy, and his cock feels so good as he pumps in and out of you. You’re clutching onto his back and you know there’s going to be marks but neither of your care. It’s just you and Sid and nothing else in the world matters. You cum at the same time, both of you shattering and your bodies hot and sticky. Sid doesn’t put you down though. He carries you all the way up to your master suite, taking you all the way into the en suite. He sets you down on the vanity stool and draws you a bath. The water the perfect temperature before he sets you down in it. Then he’s crawling in behind you. He leans you back against his chest. “Better my love?”

“Much,” you tell him as the bubble lap around your breasts. Sid’s hand idly roam your body lulling you into an even deeper contentment. “I could get used to this.”

He gently plants a kiss to your temple. “I’ll have to remember to do this more often.” 

[grunge-mermaid]

grunge watches A Dangerous Man

there's a character in this called "Curzon" alrighty

oh hello there Sid

OH HE PRESENTED FEISAL "WITH HIS OWN RIFLE" DID HE? DID HE NOW???

yep ok yes I understand why bby Sid was almost cast as Sisko

what a beard on that child

look at that sparkle in those Bambi eyes

THOSE ARE NOT THE SMILES OF STRAIGHT MEN, SIRS

"I can't leave Feisal"

caveat: I don't remember if I've ever seen Lawrence of Arabia but if I have, it was at least 15 years ago

these accents are too posh for me to understand

was he writing/reciting a love poem about Feisal?

where is that interview/SCSC meeting of Sid saying that Lawrence & Feisal were in love and he (or both he & Fiennes) played it that way

there is so much eyefucking in this movie that there is Only One Way to interpret that mirror scene, Mr Fiennes

heavy breathing, Super Intense Eye Contact with yourself, that smirk otherwise only reserved for Feisal

positively pornographic, sir

thank you

truly

it really pisses me off that Sid is able to make smoking look sexy

OH MY GOD CHARLIE CARSON

I've lost the plot a bit

did I ever have a grasp on the plot?

it's post WW1 Paris that's about all I got

oh god I'm only 40 minutes in ok

Lawrence sounds like Joe Lycett in this scene

the sparkle has been replaced by smoulder and just...wow

HOW IS THIS MAN 23 HIS AGEING PROCESS IS A PARABOLA

you sure fucked that up real bad, Lawrence, good work

this is a 100-minute long lovers quarrel, nothing more

"you were not there when I needed you"

"Anyway, I'm here now"

GENTLEMEN PLEASE

oh, everyone talks about Lawrence's eyes, do they?

ok I think I've got the plot now

Lawrence and Feisal supposedly had some victory in Damascus but whether or not they got there before the ANZAC troops is under debate

*presented with naked, willing woman in his bed* *laughs in her face*

says goodbye to Feisal with intensely tender hug; cuts to sad, dishevelled Lawrence asking to borrow his former CO's bathtub

and I'm supposed to believe they didn't just fuck goodbye?

"I though you were somebody's pleasure boy" if he were, whoever laid claim to him would have been very lucky. he pretty.

ooh steamy mirror self-eye-contact *waggles eyebrows*

wait what

enemy spy how

what did I miss

turned on your race? get fucked, old white dude

Jesus fucking christ that closeup of Ralph Fiennes is traffic-stopping

ok yes damn right everyone talks about his eyes mother of god

"100 years from now he might be understood" oh my queer babies I need to hug you

(yes I know he was talking politics but you get that that's a metaphor by now, right?)

REUNITED AND IT HURTS SO BAD

EXCLUSIVE ARCHAEOLOGICAL RIGHTS TO MY KINGDOM

IS THAT A MARRIAGE PROPOSAL SIR

OR JUST AN I NEED YOU TO FUCK ME PROPOSAL

"they are frightened of us together"

oof that memoir opening is erotic af

especially read by the eternally soft-spoken Sid

Jesus wept talk about slow burn...fuck

ok I really like this movie

beardy baby Sid is almost definitely in the Top Five Sids, but baby Ralph Fiennes is on very much par

so good

[f1nalboys]

Sidney Prescott NSFW Alphabet

sidney brainrot so here you go!! i wanted something easy to write tonight lol also i love milf sidney and i need you guys to know that

WARNINGS: all nsfw yall, just proceed with caution. nothing super dark though

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Shes the best, especially as she grows older! Her first time with Billy there wasn’t any aftercare so she didn’t even know it was really a thing until Derek (bc I love him and know he’s a king.) She’d be so attentive, ask exactly what you want and do it. She also needs some aftercare though, especially if she took on a dominating role; she wants to make sure she didn’t hurt you or your feelings too much and she needs you to confirm that everything is okay or if she did something that went over the line.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

She loves her lips and fingers. She has pretty long ones, slender too, and she is TALENTED with them lemme just say that. She also loves her lips and thinks its one of  her best features. She has a bit of an oral fixation too so she’s constantly having something in her mouth.

On her partner, it’s their stomach or thighs. She loves seeing how sensitive they are when she runs her finger down their flesh, how goosebumps raise up when she places soft kisses there. Big, small, doesn’t matter! OH and if you have stretch marks she’s going to be all over them, she wants you to know that you are fucking beautiful.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

ON HER FACE PLEASE! If you have a cock she wants it down her throat or covering her. You have a pussy, she wants you to ride her face until you forget your name. I don’t see her being super into her partner cumming inside her but if you have a breeding kink she’ll indulge you once or twice.

She loves seeing her cum on her partners face tbh, she thinks its so fucking hot!!! Sid is a squirter too, so seeing her partner soaked is so fucking sexy she’s gonna be all over you tbh

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Shes an underwear thief. I feel like I say this about every damn Scream character but they’re all pervs!!! She’ll take them without telling you and will sniff em while she gets off, sometimes even making you use them as a gag later on. She’s not ashamed of it per say, but she won’t come right out and be like ‘Hey I steal your dirty underwear so I can get off easier :)’ y’know

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Depends on what Sid we’re talking about. College Sid is not super experienced - she likes to have sex with long term partners and it took a bit for her to be remotely okay with having sex with Derek. This is the time where she’ll be more timid, more submissive. NOW, milf Sidney???? Oh my god is she experienced I want her so badly guys.

This is when she’ll be dominant and in control a majority of the time and she knows exactly what she likes and doesn’t like. She’s a fast learner, too, so once you have sex a few times she knows your body almost better than you

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Doggy, cowgirl, tribbing. She wants to hear you and see you so if its doggy expect there to be a mirror involved >:)

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

A good mix of both! When she’s being the dom she’s more serious, only cracking jokes if they’re at your expense (in a sexy way ofc). When she’s a sub its a lot more goofy, she’s such a fucking brat yall! She’s gonna be egging you on the whole time

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

You can pry full bush Sidney out of my cold dead hands. She doesn’t care what her partners pubes look like, if they shave or not; if you’re hygienic she’s good to go. You think a little hair is gonna stop her???? Hers are dark brown, a little lighter than her natural hair, and super curly. She has a bit of a happy trail too that she used to be self conscious about but loves now!! HER HAPPY TRAIL GOD ITS HOT

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Most of the time it’s romantic in the sense of her touching you and kissing you. She’s a big time degrader though, so her words won’t show it but her actions do. If it’s a slower sex sess than she’s gonna LAVISH you in romance, really pile it on till you’re dizzy.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Less than you’d think. When she does it’s normally at night when you’re away and it’s a pretty quick session, lasting about half an hour. She has an array of toys too, so they help speed the process up. (Have you guys ever heard of a rose? Because Sidney sure has!)

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

LETS GO: degradation, praise, bondage (slightly), face riding, orgasm denial, overstimulation, sensation play, spanking, choking, dom/sub dynamics, authority kink (she likes being called mistress and I won't elaborate), voyeurism (really into watching you get off), masturbation instructions, handcuffs, BLINDFOLDS!, panty sniffing, underwear used as a gag, CORRUPTION!!!!! etc etc

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

The bedroom. She likes to take her time during sex and doesn’t like the idea of it being cut short or interrupted. She’s possessive too so the idea of someone seeing your body (unless you’re in a poly relationship with Tatum then shes the only other one allowed) pisses her off. If she does anything outside of the bathroom its only teasing and in places where its unlikely people will find you; closet or locked bedroom at a party, bathroom, etc etc.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

She loves a brat! If you tease her, especially by wearing some revealing outfits or forgoing panties, she’ll be all over you. Oh and if you happen to slip her your underwear while youre out??? Losing her mind and finding an excuse to head on home! She likes when you happen to brush against her (by accident or on purpose) and you just give her a shy little smile.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Knives (unless were talking Ghostface Sid which is a whole other ball field), she ahs way to many bad memories involving them. I also don’t think shes into pet play or collaring or stuff like that. She also doesnt like feet but if she really loves you and you happen to have a foot fetish she’ll let you indulge occasionally.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

GIVING BABY!!! She will have her head in between your thighs for the rest of her life if she could. Obviously she loves someone eating her out but theres something about her having the power to either deny your pleasure or give you an overwhelming amount that just gets to her.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Again, it depends, but I’d say it’s normally fast and rough but with the occasional sensual moment. Like she’d be fucking you like her life depended on it before pausing to kiss you real gentle and tell you she loves you and then continue LMAO

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Not a fan. If she does them it’s super rare and only if you’ve really pissed her off of made her extremely jealous (like if you were actually flirting with someone else and being all touchy.)

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

In the bedroom she’s open to pretty much everything except her big No’s. She won't do anything in public though she’s cool with car sex. She’s pretty much down to try anything but will prob not enjoy some of the more extreme or out there ones

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

My queen has so much stamina. An average night is three-ish rounds but if she’s really riled up she’s gonna go (at most) seven. The rounds aren’t super long either and theres a bit of a grace period in between sos he can check up on you and catch her breath

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

She owns and uses a LOT of toys. The ones she uses on herself if she’s masturbating are the hitachi wand, the rose, nipple clamps, a few glass dildos. She has other stuff for you like a strap, double sided dildo, vibrators of all sizes and shapes, handcuffs, blindfolds, feathers, spreader bars. She also incorporates lubes that either have different tastes or the ones that heat up/cool and she’ll bring in ice cubes occasionally. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Surprisingly not that unfair. She’ll make you work for it of course but she’s more into overstimulation than denial. But when she’s purposely being unfair and teasing you it’s going to be AWFUL. Good fucking luck 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Shes a big talker, kind of reminds me of stu in the way you cant get her to shut the fuck up unless she’s gagged lmfao. She’s not a loud moaner, mainly does some breathy sighs and shit, but if you’re eating her out she’s gonna be a little louder than she’d normally be. She loves when her partner is loud though and will do whatever it takes to MAKE you be loud. She doesn’t care if other people can hear, in fact, she wants them too!!!! That shows that you’re hers and that she’s the only one who can make you feel good!

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Not doing a HC so take a little snippet thing I guess??

“God, you’re beautiful like this,” Sidney says, one finger dragging down your stomach. You have no idea where she is, what her next move is, and you’re unable to stop her even if you tried. “All strung up for me like this, stretched open. Showing off this fucking body of yours… Could leave you here all day long, couldn’t I?” Her words send a shiver down your spine because you knew she was telling the truth; she really could leave you like this, tied up to the spreader bar, blindfolded, for as long as she liked and you would welcome it with open arms. 

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Idk lol I basically described it with the hair so…. Read that babes

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Higher than average. She thinks about sex pretty often especially if you’re around but it’s not constantly on her mind y’know? She knows when she shouldn’t focus on that stuff but sometimes you look so good she cant help but let her mind wander…. 

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes her a bit to relax enough to fall asleep and it’s normally after you do. She likes to make sure you’re taken care of and okay before she thinks about sleeping lol

[sweetsweetstrawbs]

The Woodsboro Horror Picture Show, Chapter 6

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

I post all of these on AO3, my @ is buttonsinajar!

CW: toxic relationship from the toxic person’s perspective (okay look that’s inevitable with this boy and it’s a teeny bit sexy don’t look at me), discussion of violence, billy being horny on main, sprinkles of misogyny

Mornings fucking suck. The beauty and darkness of the night is so perfect, only to be ruined by the sun rising. I guess though it doesn’t suck as much when she’s with me. She hasn’t woken up yet and sleeping peacefully. Her pale hair looks like a halo on my other pillow. But she’s no angel. Almost the exact opposite. I never thought I would find a girl like her. Someone who could love and accept me for all of my… quirks. She’s like someone straight out of a movie. The disarmingly beautiful girl who no-one believes could ever do any harm so perfectly avoids suspicion. Up until the grand reveal that she’s been the brutal, calculating murderess the entire time.

She’s the perfect girl for me.

Hang on, I think she’s waking up.

“Mornin’, sunshine.”

“Hey. God, I didn’t even realise I’d fallen asleep.”

“Don’t worry, I was watching over you.”

She smiled, small and timidly. I think she knows I’m not kidding about protecting her.

“Ugh. We’re gonna have to go to school today.”

“We don’t have to. I’m sure the principal would understand if you called out sick or something.”

“No, no. I just want to pretend like last night never happened. I think I would just feel weird without any routine.”

“Alright, we’ll go then. At least let me buy you some pancakes before class starts.”

“Sure. That sounds nice.” She laughs. That noise, I want to listen to it forever. I want to make her laugh all the time. “Um, can I borrow some more of your clothes to wear? I think I’d catch a detention if I went like this.”

I can’t believe that I didn’t notice last night how snug my old shorts fit her. They were tight, yet hugged her in all of the right places. I want to run my hands along them, feel the soft cotton beneath my fingers. I wonder what noises she would make. Can’t think about that right now, I doubt she’d be down.

“Yeah, of course. Grab anything you want.” I point towards my wardrobe and head into the bathroom to get ready for the day. Wouldn’t have minded sticking around though.

After doing what I needed to do to face the day, I come back out of the bathroom to see her fiddling with the edge of her shirt. Well, my shirt. It’s one of my buttons-ups that I honestly hadn’t worn in ages. She’s done it up reaaaaal low and tucked it into a pair of shorts that are too wide on me, so they’re pretty oversized on her.

“Got a belt?” She asks when she sees me in the mirror.

“Yeah, hang on.” I grab her one from my chest of drawers. She slides it into the shorts and does it up, showing off her curves even more. Something about seeing her in my clothes is driving me wild. “I like it. You’ve really got an eye for style.”

“Thank you.” Good god, she’s actually blushing.

The TV was on in the diner when we got there and it was playing the morning news.

“All the birds are singing on this serene fall morning. But as these crows will tell you, last night the house behind me was the scene of an attempted murder. Local teenager Dahlia Clarke was just spending a quiet night at home when a stranger broke in and tried to stab her to death. The identity of the man has yet to be released.” A woman reporter with a short bob and an aggressively-coloured pantsuit is saying into the camera. I recognise her: Gale Weathers. She harassed the living shit out of Sid last year. I can see out of the corner of my eye that Dahlia is shifting in her chair. I get the attention of the waitress walking past us and call out, “Hey, d’ya mind changing the channel? It’s a little early for doom and gloom.” She shrugs and does as I ask. Dahlia takes my hand and whispers, “Thanks.”

“That’s what I’m here for.” I wink at her and she squeezes my hand in response. We eat our pancakes and, tragically, head off to school. When we get there, the whole place is swarming with reporters interviewing anyone who’ll stop to talk to them. There’s a police officer standing with Gale Weathers. She’s fucking everywhere today. I can hear them as we try to sneak past.

“Well, at this point we’re not ruling out that he’s the same man who killed Casey Becker and Steve Orth but we haven’t found anything linking the two incidents.”

No shit you haven’t.

“Dahlia? Dahlia!” Fuck, she’s seen us. I throw my arm around Dahlia to block the camera’s view of her as we start walking faster.

“Dahlia, do you know your attacker? How did you fend him off?”

“Get fucked!” She shouts from half-inside my jacket.

“Do you think he really intended to murder you?”

“Jesus Christ, what the fuck is your problem?” I growl at her. I can feel Dahlia shaking and I don’t like it.

“I’m just doing my job.” The woman reporter says as charmingly as she can, but it doesn’t work.

“Well then piss off and interview someone who gives a shit about you.” I say before we squeeze through the crowded doors that lead into the main building. Just as we make it to our lockers, the bell rings. She shoots me a miserable look between the bodies of bustling teens. I decide then and there that I’m not leaving her alone until she asks. Maybe even after that. I force my way back over to her. “What class do you have now?”

“Art.” She sighs.

“I’m coming with.”

“What? You’re not in that class though.”

“I am for today. I don’t feel right leaving you alone right now.”

“You’re the best.” She leans in and rests her head on my chest. My god, she’s gonna drive me nuts. I stroke her hair before letting my hand curl around her shoulders. When we get to her art class, Stu lights up when he sees us.

“Well, well, well. Look what the dead cat dragged in.”

“Aw, Dahlia, sweetie, how are you?” The couple said simultaneously. Could they have had any more different of reactions? I truly don’t know how Stu and Tate are together.

“I’m okay. Had a reporter try to eat my ass on the way in, though.”

“Don’t tell me it was –” Tate groans, already rolling her eyes.

“Gale Weathers. Yeah.” I confirm.

“She’s a lunatic. Don’t pay her any mind.” She waves her hand like she was shooing Gale away. Dahlia sits down and I pull up a chair next to her. Their teacher comes over and addresses me, scowling a little. “I don’t recall you being in this class, Mr Loomis.”

“I’m auditing.” I grin back at her. She gives up right away, thank god for some other kid breaking something on the other side of the room.

“What are you doing here dude?” Tate asks, head cocked to the side. She’s not asking because she doesn’t know, she’s asking to get me to confess something. She’d be an excellent cop. Y’know, if she makes it that far into her life. I suddenly feel an elbow going into my arm.

“I asked him to be here.” It’s Dahlia, and she’s smiling at me.

“Aw, gross.” Tate teases. She’s getting on my nerves, but Dahlia seems to like her. That’s why she needs me, I have to teach her the way. I’m a little concerned about how genuinely disturbed she seemed by the attack. It’s understandable, but I would expect her to be better about it. Anyone else might think she was just putting on a front, but I can read her like a book. That’s alright, though, because I can help her become stronger. She will be better because of me.

[cherry-interlude]

Lana Del Rey Unreleased Ranking (5)

This is a re-ranking of Lana's unreleased songs, after making a first a few years ago. This is all my opinion, which I don't mind anyone disagreeing with but don't come for me for it - honestly, I like every song, despite any criticism, and this ranking is very vague. It's based on objective and subjective opinion.

This is the fifth of five posts, with my favourites.

Wild One

Lana is nostalgic without the sadness, remembering how she’d shake it for Mike but is embracing her freedom. She lets country influence seep through her voice and her uncomplicated instrumentals – it would be an unsurprising addition to Chemtrails

True Love On The Side

Though simple in structure and lyrics, it’s more Lana’s grittier rock sound and her incredible vocals that make this one of my favourite unreleased tracks. Lana lets herself go and goes full pop rock chick for this track, whilst keeping in with her ‘other woman’ trope that makes the song still familiar despite its departure from her usual music.

Driving In Cars With Boys

Dripping in nostalgia, Driving In Cars With Boys makes you yearn for the kind of 1950s/1960s era Lana often laments over. Lana is a bad girl just having fun, doing what she pleases and giving in to her vices, and it’s this kind of song that is relatable in its escapism and desire to just do what you please. There are two versions, one with a more monotone chorus that matches the rest of the verses and another where Lana sings in a higher register, letting her cheerful, breezy love for driving with the boys shine through in her vocals.

Angels Forever Forever Angels

Perfect for Paradise, Angels Forever Forever Angels has that slow, rhythmic summer drive feel, a relaxed version of Ride which also has associations with the bikers that feature in both the music video for Ride and the lyrics to this unreleased song. It’s dreamy but grounded by Lana’s patriotic love for the grungier side of Americana.

Hollywood

It has a breathy chorus you could sing to, the feeling of a summer evening and blue skies. The ever building and dropping beat that keeps the song ticking as restlessly as Lana’s hopes and dreams gets me feeling pumped as much as her emphasised, dragged out “Hollywood” in the chorus makes me soothed. Lana is wishing for fame and fortune but it has the feel of an eighties American teen movie, iconic and deserving of a cult following.

Yes To Heaven

Hazy like a daydream, Yes To Heaven is made of sunlight and soft grass, closer to nature than the spotlights of Lana’s often alcohol-soaked, money drenched stages. Lana’s voice is tentative until it shimmers in the chorus, and though it was made for Ultraviolence, it wouldn’t be out of place on the shining beacon of hope that is Lana’s positive turn, Lust For Life.

Life Is Beautiful

This gorgeous song was intended for Age of Adaline’s trailer, and it’s been years of waiting for the full song to be released. Now we have it, it’s certainly worth the wait. Dreamy and soft, this track is a timeless classic that could underwhelm from it’s gentle feel but works perfectly well as a pure little love song.

On Our Way

Stripped back and with a country twang, Lana doesn’t add fuss and frills to this song, instead just crooning precisely how she feels in the kind of song that keeps you daydreaming for hours. Not even the smattering of her favourite imagery (Chevrolets and K-Mart lip gloss) overshadows the love that’s at the forefront of this track.

Never Let Me Go

Like On Our Way, Never Let Me Go has the country twang and stripped back feel that makes this a more subdued song, her lyrics shining even more. Lana’s additional strings layer this song well and her comparisons to the dangerous couple that is Sid and Nancy gives this track an edge, keeping it from being too frothy.

French Restaurant

A piano ballad, Lana strips back the hurt of Without You and dual dedication of Video Games to sing about how fame matters so little to her while she’s torn between two men. Her voice is beautiful and it does well to be so minimal in its production, her emotion driving the song clearly enough. Especially pretty are the backing vocals of the choruses, echoes of her thoughts that hammer home her broken feelings.

Trash Magic

Lana’s delicate and soft vocals help tie into the Lolita-esque character Lana often plays in her music. It has a similar feel to 1949, dripping with her delicious imagery, and wouldn’t be out of place on AKA Lizzy Grant. Lana is the fragile ‘daddy’s girl’ again in this song, and the sharp yet soothing music in the background sets the tone for a quiet trailer park night.

Us Against The World

Though fairly chilled out, Lana still hooks listeners with her characterisation of waitress by day/stripper by night, a dangerous girl tempting an equally dangerous guy. Lana drips sexiness in this song and though it’s not as exciting as some of her other unreleased pop hits, it is perfect for the Del Rey character.

Your Girl

Much like Caught You Boy, Lana is desperate for a man she can’t have but is instead a complete wreck. Lana just repeats over and over how she wishes she was this man’s girl, practically pleading after describing how she needs to be led off the stage from falling apart. Yet it’s still sultry, still passionate, and is topped off by her honey-like vocal demonstration in the bridge and the chorus.

Roses

Lana is the other woman with a twist – instead of moping about her man (Other Woman, Sad Girl) she is taking action. Fighting against him, not letting him go without making some noise and getting rid of his girlfriend, Lana storms into the song with a vengeful wrath and calls him out for his poor attempts at apologies. When this song first came out, I adored it, since it was the exact kind of strong-girl track I wanted from her with a great hook and all the right Lana-isms. Now, I still get that thrill listening to this song and its kick-ass fuck-you to the man she loves.

Playing Dangerous

The churning drums, the spoken verses and the coy vocals set this song apart from her others. It falls shorter during the choruses, the verses being the best parts of the track, but the way Lana interacts with the listener ultimately and is a more direct character of ‘innocent’ seductress who might actually be downright bad (arson is hinted).

Serene Queen

Lana is unbothered and unruffled, as collected as she is in Put Your Lips Together but this time with a definite Ultraviolence/Honeymoon feel. Lana is unshaken by the blazing guns, instead completely calm with her dangerous lover, questioning why he even has a problem in the first place. As it picks up in the chorus, almost smirking, it becomes one of her finer unreleased songs yet.

Ave Maria

This is just an instrumental but there’s something so beautifully haunting about it. It wouldn’t be out of place in a Hollywood movie, with shades of the Lolita soundtrack instantly coming to mind when it first starts. It even works well without singing, and I hope we get a full version soon.

Puppy Love

From the perspective of a Marilyn Monroe figure, Lana plays the teenage girl wishing for a traditional romance with her lover. It’s ever-so-adorable, harking back to the sweeter parts of the fifties, but there’s a sense of sadness throughout it. Under the surface of the puppy love is the reality that the references to Monroe do not forget her sadness, loneliness and ultimately her overdose. The tone shifts to such an unhappiness in the bridge, directly calling back to Monroe’s phone call shortly before she overdosed, twisting the song to something more melancholic.

Cherry Blossom

The lullaby that grew into the marvellous, completed Cherry Blossom is a lovely tribute to someone small and beloved. Though Lana doesn’t have children yet, the care in her voice and each of her heart-warming compliments and promises is still thoroughly enjoyable – and comforting.

Colour Blue

In a song that reminds me of the love/hate relationship of Norman Fucking Rockwell, Lana takes her time to question why she loves the men that she does and, ultimately, grow from it, beginning to want something different. It’s raw and personal, with a gushing chorus that is complimented fully by the guitar. This song is blue all over, from Lana's opening harmonisation to her abrupt, unhappy ending.

Paradise

This song is, of course, pure paradise. A summery beat, a flippant Lana simply enjoying her lover no matter how long she’ll have him for and her coos of “sick!” and “that’s dope!” make this into a tasty distraction fit for the sunny months. Her casualness in this track is fresh as well as the dance-happy music that she doesn’t often create in her albums.

Meet Me In The Pale Moonlight

Lana is the waitress with a crush in this bop of a track, trying to convince a guy to get with her instead of that “bitch”. Convincing she is, as she uses all of her charm, wit and insistence that there’s no promises behind her intentions to have a good time with him. It’s just a breath of fresh air compared to a lot of her music, not too heavy and perfectly polished. It’s self-assured as much as it is breezy, and calm as it is it’s still a riot to listen to.

Caught You Boy

A dream-esque confession of desire, obsession and pure, crazy love, Lana isn’t outright insane in this track (Kinda Outta Luck, Jealous Girl, Serial Killer) but she hints towards being slightly too attached to her beau and describing herself as an army of one. The song is sweet and flowery but there’s a sadness and danger to it that keeps it from being too sugary.

Fine China

Some of Lana’s best lyrics are in Fine China as she sings of her fractured relationship, unhappy wedding and many beautiful yet easily broken things. It’s a slow, unfussy ballad but her strong voice and stunning lyrics make it so much more than a throwaway unreleased song.

Thunder

What feels like a coming-of-age slow dance song but is ultimately a choir-backed break-up track. Lana’s lyrics are clever and her voice is the perfect complement to The Last Shadow Puppets, this combined work a sure hit that deserves some kind of release and recognition. Lana is frustrated but tender as she leads the song with plenty of presence.

Prom Song Gone Wrong

The fifties feel, the teenage romance, the warm and gorgeous vocals that switch from dreamily longing to a cheeky talk-rap suggest this is a song tied tightly to Puppy Love, except with a more hopeful feel to it. Lana is ready to leave and she wants her lover to come with her, and even if it’s a youthful mistake there’s no mistaking that the love she – and her man – feels is real. It’s a pretty dedication to the kind of head-spinning romance of younger years, though it has an edge to it. Lana’s choruses are desperate, her pleading genuine and the strange way the music builds and collapses right at the end give the illusion all isn’t the sunshine and rainbows Lana sings of – and hopes for.

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

Title: Just Gotta Stay Calm

Word Count: 3966

Fandom: Gravedale High

Ship/Pairing: Vinnie Stoker/Reggie Moonshroud

Tags: First Dates, Vampire Family, Tradition, Awkward Crush, Vampire Boyfriend, Werewolf Boyfriend, First Kiss, Dorks in Love, Awkward Dates, Boys in Love, Friendship/Love

Warnings: First Works of the fandom, swearing(small), awkward, fluff

Vinnie let in a breath as he examines himself in the special vampire mirror on his bedroom wall. He quietly checks every inch of his face closely before opening his mouth to check his fangs.

Good, He thought with a charming grin to himself. No pimples, no stuff in my teeth, no flaws in sight.  Vinnie went to his dresser and takes out some cologne he bought specifically for today, a scent of calming forest rain, and sprayed some on his neck and a little bit in his shirt. Not a lot just the basic stuff to seem simple and posh.

Vinnie and Reggie are finally getting themselves a date.  A real, really real, true date.  Just the two of them.  And Vinnie could be more happier then this moment!

Vinnie has been meaning to ask his best friend out for quite some time, since the first moment he noticed his feelings were a bit more then platonic bashful moths in his chest and stomach actually.  It took him a total of two full months to completely wrap his head around the fact that he - Vincent "Vinnie" Stoker - was wings over heels in love with the world's one and only Reggie Moonshroud.  However, it took him nearly a YEAR to get up all the courage to ask the boy out. Honestly, if it weren't for his friends this day might've never happened.

The young vampire left his bedroom and hurries down his stairs, only to be stopped by the voice of his old man, "Vincent, can you come here please?" Vinnie let out a silent shutter as he mentally cursed himself.

He slowly turned his body fully towards the older vampire sitting in his velvet chair with a pipe in between his lips, small puffs of the smoke emerging out the ends. The teen slowly walked over. "Y-Yea pops?" His voice rarely stammers when speaking, hasn't since he was in the 6th grade, at least not when he nervous beyond his wits like when he tried to get the chance to ask Reggie out and plan out what to do on said date.

"Are you going to go on your date soon?" Asked Mr. Stoker. Vinnie nods some in reply, his hands fumbling into his jacket's pockets. This was not what he wanted to do.  The older vampire stood up from his chair, pipe still puffing out smoke, his eyes focus out the window of the chilly autumn gray skies. He takes a puff before continuing, "I want to give you some simple advice for your first date Vincent. Vampire to vampire." Vinnie practically shrunk his head down into his coat's collar.

Defiantly not what he wanted to do. . .

"That's okay pops, I got it covered-" He began as he slowly creeped his way to the front door. "The year was 1880. . ."  Vinnie bite back a groan, knowing very well that once his dad starts it's hard to stop him.  "I was simply a beginning apprentice to the one and only Dracula. Mostly paper work and long mornings. I thought I had everything cut out for me, a great job and nice home, until I realized I was missing something important when I first saw your mother wandering through the local cemetery." Mr. Stoker smiles fondly as he light strokes his black beard. "She is my first and only love as I'm sure you know. And it took me decades to ask her on a single date, I feared she might not want a simple vampire apprentice who barely knows how to turn into a bat, but alas she surprise me with a yes."  Vinnie nods, "Yeah yeah I know. And you two spent many years together, got married, had two kids, and lived happily ever after. Dad, I know the story pretty well you know."

He didn't mean to interrupt his father's tale, he just already has his nerves up through the roof and he just want to hurry for the plans.  His father turned and looked at his son right in the eyes as he spoke, "I know you do. I'm just trying to tell you that last night I was certain to give you some advice for your date, a vampire tradition my father gave me as his father gave him and his father so forth. I know you're nervous and it's perfectly natural. Just remember, be courteous. Be engaging. And above all, have a plan." Vinnie nodded. "Don't worry pops, I got it covered. Now can I go and do the date itself?" He asked the older vampire, who nodded to his please. He didn't wait any few seconds to open the front door and flying off with a snap.

This will go well, He thought to himself as he feels the wind go through his black hair. Reggie will enjoy the date I have planned for us. This is a piece of blood orange pie. Vinnie smiled as he spaces out on today's plans. Slowly, though, his brain began to swim to a memory of when he got the nerves to finally make that choice he's been walking back and forth on. . .

~   ~   ~

Vinnie taps the heels of his shoe onto the cold hard floor of the school's classroom as he watches the clock tic away, his eyes going to the clock and to the werewolf just a desk away from him.  Today was the day, Vinnie told himself throughout the hours. Today I'm going to do it.  As if proving his luck, the bell rings out around the school, signalling everyone to grab their stuff and hurry the Hell out of there for the weekend.  Vinnie stood onto his feet, catching Gil and Sid giving him a thumbs up as they run out the classroom, and looks over at Reggie who is still putting his stuff away.

The vampire took a breath in and walked his way over to the red head's desk, his feet feeling kind of heavy as he gets closer. Be cool Vinnie, just do it. "Hey Reg." His voice called out suddenly, the rest of his body slowly just going with the flow.  Reggie turned his head and smiled up at his friend. "Hey there Vinnie. You usually are gone by now, is Mr. Schneider Sir seeing you after class again?" He asked as he puts his books away in his bag. Vinnie smiles warmly, he enjoys Reggie's voice. The way his small lisp happens between the small gap of the front of his teeth.  The way his voice cracks sometimes in the right moments. Just generally how comforting it is...

The vampire quickly shook his head when he finally notices Reggie is standing up and looking at him with cocoa brown eyes that warm up Vinnie's dead chest, "No no. I just wanted to know...if...um...i-if you don't mind me asking...I uh..."  "Yes Vinnie?" Reggie pressed on. Honestly, it's like he knows what he's doing to me. Vinnie took a gulp from his dry mouth before he spoke a retry, "I just wanted to know...if...if...well...if you're free this weekend? Maybe...we could...go out?" He didn't know if he sounded needy or not but he didn't care, he finally said it!

Reggie blinked a few times before replying, "Of course we can hang out Vin. We often times do already."  "No, Reggie, I meant...go out...like a...date...?" Vinnie was so scared to look at Reggie in the face yet he has to in order to watch his reaction.  And boy was it a reaction... His cute wolf ears were perked down in a way his shyness shows, hard to tell but behind that fur his cheeks were very rosey and red, just looking at him gave Vinnie so much heat on his face he for sure thought he was going to die.

~    ~     ~

Vinnie chuckled softly when Reggie's face on that day came to mind.

Well, yeah, the reply was a day late but nevertheless he said yes.  And the day has finally came.

Vinnie soon landed at Reggie's place, a pretty big home of four stories with a even bigger yard surrounded it of 6 aches each side. He knew Reggie's family owned a big home for such a big family but he honestly wasn't expecting something so... human dream life. A white picket fence wrapping around the areas of land, green grass in perfect height, the house painted in a nice paint of soft blue with the windows having a white coat to the edges, a cute porch sticking out from the big dark brown oak made front door, and to fit so perfectly a nice little porch swing with a small coffee table.  In all honesty neither Vinnie nor Reggie been to each others' houses despite being friends for years. Always staying at the dorms the school gave them for half the week.

The vampire slowly made his way to the porch and gently pulled the rope that rings the door bell loudly it echos around him and to the forest not far from the house itself. He tripled checked in his head the plans of the date as he waits a few seconds before the door opened and Reggie's head popped into view. "Hey Vinnie." Reggie said with a smile and opened the door already for him to step out. "Hey there Reg-" Vinnie nearly chocked on his words upon seeing Reggie. He wasn't wearing anything out of his comfort zone but something Vinnie was expecting obviously... Let alone something his heart was ready for.  There standing in front of him with the shine of the afternoon sun glimmering a special effect through the tree leafs Reggie wearing a typical white button-down shirt and well ironed dress pants but wears also a well knitted beige and blood red pattern pullover sweater vest and a black Letterman jacket with a big red R stitched to his chest's right side, his hair combed in a messy side bangs style to the left side of his face. Honestly, Vinnie doesn't know if this was more cute or sexy and he was pretty scared of both.  "I-I could change if you want..." Reggie stated, snapping Vinnie out of his daze to realize he's been staring holes into the poor werewolf. "No no you're okay Reg. Just uh...caught me off guard is all. It's cool." Vinnie spoke up with his hands up in defense.

Reggie giggles some, causes Vinnie's undead heart to for sure jumble in beats like a drum.

The first stop of this little date for the two monsters was a nice little fly over the town to the date's main destination. Reggie clings to Vinnie from behind, his face so close to his their cheeks are barely touching softly, his eyes watching the town below them. "Gee Vinnie, this is beautiful." He whispered but Vinnie heard it very well, his warm breath gently dancing across Vinnie's ear, his cheeks warming up in a soft shade of pink, a smile appearing on the vampire's lips. If anything, if he had a chance to say it, Reggie was the most beautiful thing to Vinnie's eyes. Though as a sad as it had pained him he knew he would crash into something if he doesn't focus.

His eyes scanned around the area before carefully landing in front of a cafe looking place. Reggie looked around the place when he climbed down from the vampire's back as he tucked in his wings. "Um... Vinnie." Reggie mumbled softly as he dragged his feet closer to Vinnie. Vinnie let out a hum, "Yeah Reg?" "Correct me if I'm wrong but this is a human cafe is it not?" Indeed it was.  "Yeah. I figured to have a nice bite here for a change." "True it's just... don't you rather want to go to Ms. White's Diner? It's one of your favorites right?" Vinnie had to fight back the urge of going to his favorite 50's diner and share a monster shake with Reggie, he had a plan and he's sticking to it. He gently takes his paw and said, "This is just as good Reg, promise. Plus they serve your favorite here. Trust me."  Reggie looked at the place and at Vinnie, seemed to be small on numbers of humans... So it could be okay right?

The two monsters entered the cafe and walked it's way to a table right in the center. The place was nice, clean, quiet, cute, and had a nice nature aesthetic with potted plants hanging from the ceiling and the smell of coffee and tea with some sweets filling your sense of smell. "This place is nice." Reggie said, his eyes focused on every little detail around him.  The V-Man couldn't help but smile proudly, the date's going so well so far.

A waiter walks over to their table with a notepad and spoke to the two teenage monsters, "Afternoon gentlemen. What can I get you for drinks?" Vinnie opened the menu.  "I'd like a black coffee with a side of milk creamer."  The waiter nodded and looked at Reggie waiting for his answer.  The werewolf quietly looked through the menu, his eyes widening like space saucers. "O-Oh my...Um...w-water would be fine..."  The waiter wrote the orders down before hurrying to the back.  Reggie looked at Vinnie with a raised brow, "This place is expensive Vinnie. They don't even serve your favorite drinks here. And I think you need it, you look ill..."

Vinnie knew Reggie was worried, he can hear it in his voice, but he can't simply explain it... Since the night before last he hasn't had a drop of blood to nibble a sip from due to how stressed and nervous he was getting over asking Reggie out and planning out this perfect date. Black coffee was the best he could get to that bitter goodness. And if not, the creamer would do the trick.  Still, he knew he can't say all that to Reggie, not to seem not cool in front of his crush but also because he doesn't want the werewolf to feel bad or blame himself. Instead he just smiles his traditional smile and leaned back in his chair as he coats his voice with soothing calmness, "It's fine Reg. Everything fine actually. I just... had a big batch during breakfast and need the coffee here is good as I'm told. Plus, the money, don't worry. I got it covered." He finishes with a wink and another smile which caused Reggie's shoulders to calm down slightly.

After a few more seconds the waiter returned with their drinks and a notepad still in hand, "Here is your black coffee with a side of milk creamer and your glass of water sirs. May I interest you into something to eat?" Vinnie glances at the man's meaty neck and silently licked his fang out of sights, his brain wracking him inside his skull to try and not accept the urge to chomp down onto that neck and drink up. His hand quickly grabbed the coffee cup as soon as it was set and took a big gulp of it. Bitter. Not as bitter but still helps a little. He thought, feeling his nerves calm down a bit more.  He glances over at Reggie and smiles, "Why don't you order first? I'll follow after."  Reggie fixes his glasses and looked over the menu, a few times his eyes peeking at Vinnie as if asking for his help. "G-Gee...there's a lot of good options... Um..." He pondered out loud, Vinnie could see the human tapping his pen in a annoyance type manner. He bite down on his bottom lip some to fight back his new urge to range his neck.  Before the urge could happen for real, Reggie's voice rang out to Vinnie's ears, "I-I guess I can have the Pea & Carrot Soup with the Greek Salad as the side?"  "And you sir?" Vinnie had to remember how to talk before he took a quick glance at the menu before blurting out his order, "I'd like a French Onion Soup." And like before the man walked away after writing the orders down.

Vinnie noticed Reggie seemed more awkward and fidgety then his usual form.  "Everything alright Reg?" Vinnie asked, his voice truly worried. He truly is worried for Reggie. Maybe he caught that waiter's rudeness towards them because of their race? Maybe it's the fact it's clearly two boys out doing things beyond friends? The vampire's head is just about to explode over the thoughts on what could be wrong with his Reggie- My Reggie? Vinnie thought of having Reggie of his very own before... I mean it did sound nice to him but would Reggie be down to being...

Reggie softly shook his head with a mumbled, "It's nothing, really..." But Vinnie knew something's been bothering his pal. Maybe... Vinnie felt sick thinking this, Maybe he's not comfortable being on a date with me... Before he knew it the food had arrived but the two didn't seem in the mood to enjoy it... Vinnie gulped down the rest of his coffee and stared down at his dish.

Great, my nerves are all over the place now and Reggie ain't having a good time... He thought as he watched Reggie gently nibble on his soup and salad, the two barely having one or two small conversations. This date is going terrible...

The two left the cafe quietly and quickly after paying for the bill. The two were still pretty silent. Reggie broke this awkward pause in the air with a smile, "The food was pretty good Vinnie." Vinnie doesn't reply. "Vinnie..?" Suddenly, the second monster on this date let out a groan like sigh before slumping his body down a grass area in the side walk, "That stupid waiter! 50 bucks and all he had to do is make it nice!"

Reggie tilt his head at this and quietly asked, "What do you mean...?"  There was a pause when Vinnie looked away with no answer, causing it to click to the smarter of the two.  "Vinnie Stoker, did you pay a human waiter for our date?"  Vinnie sighed, "Not just paid Reggie, I paid the guy $50 to hold off any other reservations so it can be just us... I know you don't like really crowded places but that guy ruined it. I wasted 50 from my allowance just to have a guy be rude to you." Vinnie covered his face with his palms. "I'm sorry Reg...I really am..." Surprising Vinnie, Reggie grabbed his hand and pulls him up before guiding him somewhere.

"Hey Reg, where we going?" He asked, but his question fell on deaf ears as the werewolf still guided him silently.  Suddenly the vampire began to feel a new kind of nervous. Was Reggie mad? Was he going to yell at him for bribing a human? Does he know he hasn't been drinking his daily sips of blood?  He felt sick at the ideas of any of those being true and he blew this date... His one chance... And he blew it major time... There might not even be a second chance in this... "Look Reg..." Vinnie started, hanging his head low in shame. Reggie stopped him, "You didn't have to do any of that Vinnie. I would be perfectly fine going to any place we usual go."  Vinnie did not want this date to be ruined. He did not want his friendship to be tainted. All Vinnie wanted to do was do what he planned, even if it was sudden...

"I like you Reggie!"

Reggie stopped suddenly and whipped his head around so fast he must've felt dizzy.  No turning back now huh? Vinnie thought, taking a deep breath in, "I've always liked you Reg... And I mean really like you... Like...Like... I always get happy in the mornings because I get a chance to be near you at school, it's the only reason why I don't ditch as often. And when you're not there I feel sad...so sad I feel sick... I often re-read the messages we send back and forth after school because I miss talking to you that much... A-And that time when I was running for School President and you were helping me... Reggie, I felt so happy just being around you...seeing you so happy at what you were doing... I know this isn't stuff you want to hear instead of a apology...but I swear to you it's truer then true Reggie... I really like you... I've liked you for so long...I don't know when but I know when I figured it out... when you were fallin from the sky and I was running to you... All that's been runnin' around my head was "I can't let him go"... Reggie... you matter to me so much the idea of you not here with me is killing me..."

Vinnie was so scared to look up at his friend, scared he made it worst... "I just...I know this date ended up bad... but I-" Vinnie's words were cut short when he lifted his head to finally face his nerves, quickly his lips were covered by the soft fur of Reggie's lips.  The teen vampire felt his undead heart beat for miles and miles as every second slowly passes by between them, his eyes widen more then the usual wide but slowly his body began to melt by the warmth of Reggie's lips and they slowly blinked to a close while his lips push pressure back into the kiss.

The kiss lasted about a extra minute before the two pulled away, Vinnie's ears catching a soft small puppy like whine coming from deep back within Reggie's neck. "You like my lips that much Reg?" Vinne asked with a tease in his voice, smiling more when see that same expression of bashfulness Vinnie witness when he asked Reggie out in the first place. "Okay, I'm sorry... does...this mean you like me too...?" He asked, hopeful of his words being a positive. Reggie giggles softly, "Of course it means I like you Vinnie... Why else would I agree to go on a date and kiss you?" Vinnie felt stupid asking such a obvious question.  "And...why else would I do this?" After Reggie said that, he guided Vinnie again towards a secret spot. A nice little isolated hill spot overlooking the entire town and beach. Reggie...planned this? The vampire looked at Reggie in disbelief, now noticing the blush fur on his cheeks. "I... I like you too Vinnie... A lot... I've always had felt it too but that day when you risked everything just for me was when I realize it was more then a simple crush... And I wanted to show you how I felt since then...but I was too chicken to even bring it up in conversation... So, when you asked me out, I was nervous that I might miss my shot...so..." "So you ended up setting this up?"  Reggie nodded some, his bangs sweeping over his warm brown eyes in a cute shy manner.

Vinnie smiles softly and wrapped his arms around Reggie's frame, his lips lightly touching a small peck on his cheek. Sure, this wasn't the date I had planned... Reggie giggles and gently sat on the grass, Vinnie following after. The sun was just about going darker as the stars began to appear above them like candles they used to have lit from their old fears of the unknown... Vinnie could help but smile when seeing Reggie's happy face when he cuddles into him.  But I honestly couldn't ask for anything better.

[rose-edith]

I don't know if I've said this before but can you imagine all of Kembleford dressed up as Easter bunnies, you know the Easter special of vicar of Dibley and they all dress up because Leticia forgets who she asked. I can see that in Kembleford 🤣🤣

I love the Easter special of the Vicar of Dibley!

And yes, I can so totally see the Kembleford gang dressed up as bunnies-

-I feel like there would’ve been a tradition for a long time of the Kembleford bunny, but for some reason the usual person couldn’t do it. So much like Leticia did in VoD the same thing happens in Kembleford. They have a joke and ask everyone to do it!

-Mrs M would be the most traditional looking bunny I think- she’d go all out on crafting and knitting and making her outfit look perfect.

-Father Brown would look mildly terrifying in the costume he managed to put together, he thought he looked rather good and had been very creative, but in reality the effect was disconcerting at first glance!

-Sid just straight up “borrowed” (without asking, obviously) a rabbit costume from the local theatre. And naturally he couldn’t just let the chocolate sit in his basket, so he’s eaten the same amount of chocolate as he’s hidden around Kembleford.

-Bunty’s bunny would be...risqué. It would obviously be appropriate for a public space, but it’s also quite sexy. This is Bunty- she is alluring at ALL times. And actually, as much as it is a sexy look, she’s also kind of adorable with the bunny ears nestled on a headband in her wild curly hair, and the shimmering sequins down the body of her outfit.

-Lady Felicia absolutely refused to make her own costume, so she had one made and naturally it’s got all sorts of extras- like heeled shoes, soft gloves for her hands and a mask that completely obscured her face, lest she be recognised!

-but then they all bumped into each other, and the scrutiny began immediately. Father Brown and Bunty found it hilarious, Sid was just annoyed that he’d gotten up early for no reason and continued to eat the chocolate, whereas Lady F and Mrs M were secretly jealous of each other’s costumes (to an extent) and kept exchanging friendly barbs with one another.

-and then a 6th bunny arrives! This one is a little dusty looking, the outfit had clearly seen better days. But the person inside hopped along gleefully even as they came to a stop beside the others. And when they unmasked it was revealed to be Sgt. Goodfellow! His merry smile brought cheer back to the group and they split up to finish distributing the chocolate.

-it was the best Easter in Kembleford in a long time.