#love drawing a good ole passionate ole kiss

[naturecalls111]

Kiss kiss kiss

[zombieewrites]

love & lust

sadie adler x reader

summary: you've hated sadie's guts ever since she joined the gang and started acting like she owns the place. will you still hate her after her fingers have been in you, though?

(enemies to lovers except they're enemies to eaters)

warnings: afab! reader, smut, vaginal fingering, semi public sex, cunnilingus

word count: 1, 494

author's notes: first fic kinda nervous, i hope yall enjoy!

“Can I ask you why you hate me so much darlin’?” She says to you in a low tone.

Her finger trails up under your shirt and swiftly rubs at your lower stomach as you try to keep your composure. Her breath whispers over your neck as she corners you against a tree with her other arm.

“Sadie... what are you doing?” You whisper as you look up at her. Trying to ignore that feeling in your stomach that's been triggered by her.

Every little thing about her fills your whole entire body with a firing rage. Your body is just waiting to be engulfed in the flames that are fueled by hatred.

The way she thinks before she acts. How her loud voice booms throughout the entire camp. The way that she’s too lazy to move her blonde strands out the way every time her hair falls onto her face. The unladylike way that she sits with her head tilted back and her legs wide open. How she draws her gun and holds onto it like it's her most prized possession. How her dark eyes scan around any area looking for a reason to scrap and fight. I even hate the way her manly clothes tightly hug her frame.

You’re taken away from your thoughts as her smooth lips start slowly nipping at your neck. Kiss by kiss. The corner of her hat rubs against your face whenever she dips her head in a certain direction. You move your head, giving her more access to your neck and inviting in her warmth. The kisses are wet and filled with passion. You hold the back of her head close and balance your other hand on her shoulder as she moves down and pecks on your shoulders. Your body betrays your mind.

“You gonna answer that question for me?” Sadie asks.

You stay silent as she continues to kiss you. Even as she continues to show you affection you’re too wrapped up in your own pride to admit that she might be right. You can feel yourself getting wetter and wetter with each kiss and you hate yourself for it.

She slots her leg in between your legs and covers you in more kisses. You slowly grind on her jeans, itching to satisfy yourself. Her hands trail farther under your shirt, ghosting right below your chest. She’s teasing you and you’re enjoying every last second of it. Sadie surprises you when she suddenly bites into your neck, causing you to let out a soft whimper. The more she continues, the harder it is to act like what she’s doing isn’t affecting you.

“Answer me, sweetheart.” She tells you. “Do you really hate lil ol me?”

You stay silent for a moment. Trying to muster up the courage to speak. You’re supposed to hate the way she thinks before she acts. You’re supposed to hate how her loud voice fills up the camp. You’re supposed to hate her silky blonde hair. You’re supposed to hate how good she looks when she manspreads. You’re not supposed to wish that her veiny fingers would grip you that tightly instead of her gun. You’re not supposed to wish that she would glance in your direction instead of anywhere else. You’re not supposed to adore how good she looks in jeans. And you most certainly shouldn’t be wondering how good she would look with her jeans off.

“Y-yes” you admit as you continue to grind down on her rough clothed thigh.

She stops kissing you for a moment. You groan at the loss of her warmth and hope that it’ll come back. You feel like you’re being interrogated under a big beaming spotlight as she pulls back and stares at you. Her eye contact fills you with excitement and anxiety at the same time. She knows you’re lying, and you know you are too.

“Is that so?” She replies as she removes her jean covered thigh from where you needed her the most, causing you to instantly regret your words. “Alright then. I’m fine with that. Guess I’ll just have to fuck the hate out of you, huh?”

She takes off her hat and lets it fall on the forest floor. The only thing you can respond with is a moan as she cuts you off with a swift kiss before you can say anything. You easily give in and wrap your arms around her neck, pulling her closer. Her kisses are needy and passionate, replacing your hate with lust. She doesn’t need to affirm how much she desires you because her open-mouth kisses say more than enough. The hand that was once wavering just below your boobs is now rubbing at your nipples in slow and delicate circles. You lean into her touch as she takes her other hand to tease you through your pants.

“F-fuck Sadie, I can’t… stop teasing.” You whisper.

“Yes ma’am.”

And just like that, as fast as lightning, she’s lifting up your shirt and latching her mouth onto your hard nipple. The moan you left out is vulgar and loud as you allow the pleasure to take over. She switches to your other nipple making sure that she gives you all the attention you need. Her tongue swirls over your nipple as she grabs your hips tightly.

“Need to taste you real bad.”

Then she gets on her knees in front of you and looks up at you like you’re the only person in the world. Her face is close to your soaking core as she uses her thigh to steady herself.

“That alright with you, darlin’?” She asks with a sly smirk, painting her lips. “Or do you just hate me too much?”

“Just shut up and put your mouth on me, Sadie”

“Whatever you say, honey.” She lets out a small laugh as she starts to slide your pants down to the ground.

The chill of the forest nights hits your legs, but that feeling is quickly replaced as Sadie’s hot hands delicately grip your hips. She touches like you’re expensive fine china that she’s terrified of breaking. Her kind kisses continue on your thighs as she slowly makes her way up to your center. She kisses at your core through your underwear, enticing you. She gives you small licks as temporary satisfaction to hold you over for what’s coming to you.

“You don’t know how long I been wanting to devour you. I can’t lie to you. Your angry glances really turn me on.” She mumbles in between kisses.

The moment you’ve been waiting for finally approaches as she slips your underwear down to your ankles. You step out of your pants and undergarments as she lifts your leg up to rest on her shoulder. The breeze of the night hits your soaked center. You latch onto Sadie’s shoulders to find balance. She finally gives you what you’ve been needing with one swift lick up your folds. Lick after lick, your whimpers are getting louder. She lets out a satisfying groan into you as she continues to suck and lick where you need her. Her lips attach to your clit causing you to roll your hips on her face. Her tongue passionately abuses your clit as she slips a finger into you. You haven’t felt this good in months. She knows how to hit every little crevice and angle without even trying. Not able to control yourself any longer you buck into her more and more, exclaiming her name in a deafening moan.

She holds steady on your hips with a hard grasp. “You gotta stay still for me if you wanna feel good, baby. Alright?”

You nod quickly as you try to contain your content. She adds another finger as her mouth secures back onto your clit. Her fingers fasten as she finds that spongy spot in you. No one has ever eaten you as lovingly as she does. All of her touches are filled with care allowing no room for laziness. Her head bobs on your clit as you feel yourself getting closer and closer.

“Fuck you taste so sweet. Even better than I’ve imagined.”

“Sadie I’m gonna-” You moan out. “C-can’t hold still anymore”

Your words excite her and fill her with pride, causing her to fasten her movements. All self control you had is completely lost as the speed of her fingers. You buck onto her face causing her to hum in enjoyment. With a few more movements you’re coming undone on her fingers. The thrill of what just happened fills you with pleasure. You let out a loud moan, letting her know that you’re satisfied with her work. She licks up your cum like she’s just been told she’s about to go on death row and you’re her very last meal. The overstimulation of her tongue is the best feeling that you’ve had in a minute.

It’s safe to say that you no longer hate Miss Sadie Adler.

[writefightandflightclub]

Hi Luna, I hope you're doing well! 🤍 Do you have any soft or romantic headcannons for Jake? I'd love to hear your take on him

Hi lovely!

Thanks for this ask! 🧡☺️ Hope you are having a good week!

This is the one time I’ve written Jake. Should give a good sense of where I’m at with him and his characterisation, if you’d like to have a look! (Though it’s a little angsty! 🥲)

Soft or romantic headcanons? I’ve given it a try, though I only have a few for now! He still proves somewhat elusive to me, though I’d love to get to know him better!

Jake likes to keep his mouth busy. That means he loves to pepper you with idle kisses, wherever you are. If you’re out playing pool with him, he’ll take your hand in his, drawing it up to his mouth to kiss the back of it like some gallant prince. If you’re helping him in his garage as he works on his latest restoration, he’ll ease you down on to the bonnet to plant sweet, pecked kisses all over your face. You’ll giggle as his hands find you, complaining of the oil stains, but he’s always so careful with you. Only ever careful with you. If he does smudge some oil on your skin by mistake he’ll take your hand and lead you to the sink, taking a clean rag (he bought a set special for you when you started coming down here regular so it would be softer on your skin). He’ll gently clean the spot for you before softly smiling at you, and he can never resist kissing the spot once it’s all cleaned off. He always has some old-timey music playing over his speaker when he’s in there too, and he loves to draw you into his arms and sweep you across the sad concrete floor, spinning and twirling you. Swaying you slow in his arms and making the cluttered, dismal garage feel like a ballroom. You never feel safer than when he’s swaying you in his arms like this, and you love the way his beautiful, warm voice filters into the shell of your ear as he inevitably sings or hums along. Plus, you love to feel the gentle rhythm and sway of his body pressed all warm and sturdy and reassuring next to yours.

He’s chivalrous. Traditional in many ways, which takes some getting used to. He’ll open the door for you to walk through first. He’ll always walk you on the inside of the pavement so you are never at risk of being splashed by a big ol’ London puddle as the cars skim by. He’ll hold his umbrella over you if it’s raining. And, if you get cold, he’s going to slip off his overcoat, his driving gloves, and his flatcap, offering them to you. He’ll slip his jacket smoothly around your shoulders. He’ll tenderly clasp your hands and slip his gloves on, blowing on your fingers and rubbing them between his palms to warm them first. And finally, he’ll settle his flat cap on the top of your head, his eyes skimming over you like you’re the most beautiful person in the world when he does that, his eyes shining for you. Tongue skimming out over his lips. He likes to grip the point of your chin, tenderly, between his thumb and forefinger. “Mi corazon,” he whispers as he leans in for a kiss, his face wet with speckled drizzle from the dismal London weather, and his lips impossibly soft, moustache tickling your skin in a way you have come to love. Sometimes, when you head out and declare “oh, I need my coat!” he’ll say no, with a cheeky, gummy grin. That’s because he loves to take care of you like this - in any way he can - and enjoys the sight of you looking like you’re “his”.

Jake is an incredible cook. He’ll whip up a storm in the kitchen, and loves to treat you to romantic meals. One time, you head up to the flat and he has set up a dining table under the eaves, by the window. All white table cloth and shiny silverware and everything. He’s hung strings of fairy lights all over the place and set a vase of your favourite flowers int he centre of the table. He’s passionate with his cooking, and you can always taste the love with which he makes every meal. You watch him, as he continues to labour over the stove in his apron, getting everything perfect for you. “Mi amor. Ven aquí.” He scoops up a spoonful from the pan, wanting you to taste it, always blowing on the spoonful so it isn’t too hot for you.

Jake loves kittens! 🥹

Jake loves to sing to you. If ever you’re stressed or worried he will scoop you up. Take you to bed and wrap himself around you until you feel all safe and held. He will stroke you and shush you and he will sing gentle songs for you until you feel calm or ready to talk things through with him. “What’s that song, Jake?” It’s beautiful. “It’s a love song. For you.”

You know Jake can be intimidating. That he has needed to be the protector for Marc and Steven, and now, he takes care of you too. He will never let any harm or woe befall you, if he can help it. To others he may be scary or menacing, but to you he’s faithful, constant, passionate, and dedicated, and you want to protect him too.

“Thank you,” Jake says one evening as he’s holding you. “What for?” “For loving me. I always wanted to know what that felt like. Always dreamed of it.” Your heart fractures for him. “And is it what you dreamed?” “No, my love. It’s even sweeter.”

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

Helloo <3 I’d like to make a fandom ship request! Heathers, Texas Chainsaw Massacre and/or the DC universe would be wonderful :D

My name is Jupiter, my pronouns are they/she, and I’m a heavily female-presenting nonbinary sapphic! I’m 5 feet and 8 inches tall, but I usually wear heels and platforms that make me a lot taller. I’m of mixed descent (African-Japanese) and brown-skinned with lots of freckles and moles. My hair is 4C, and I always style my Afro to have bear ears!! I think it’s really cute to do, so my head always has two little puffs at the top. My style is mostly coquette since I’m a coquette girly, but I’m also open to pastel goth, Yume Kawaii, and Decora Kei 💖💖

Personality wise, my friends say I’m pretty much the mom of the group lol. I like checking in on my friends whenever I can, and I always make sure to bring around snacks with me in case someone (including myself) gets hungry. I like to think I’m great with kids, and I’ve actually babysitter a couple who have called me Mama! Almost collapsed to the floor in cuteness-aggression fueled tears, but I think that’s a pretty normal reaction :}} Besides all of that, I’m generally a bubbly person and I don’t care about social norms all that much. Maybe it’s cuz I’m autistic, but I don’t care if people think it’s strictly romantic to kiss someone - I kiss my friends all the time and I love showing them affection, especially since some of them really need it

As for my hobbies, I love love LOVE crocheting! My mom actually taught me how to make my own bags and purses, and I’ve sold a few when I was younger. Arts and crafts is a huge passion for me - whether it’s painting, sketching, digital drawing, whatever!! I enjoy it all, and I make free commissions for my friends too. I also like to cook and bake, which are two skills I’ve been learning since I was 11. And when I’m not making art or cooking, I also love a good ol’ self care routine! Face masks, bubble baths, pedicures, the whole shebang. I’ve struggled with my mental health a lot over the years, so spoiling myself is something I’m trying to do a lot more now that school is almost over

Fun fact about me; I’m not southern, but my family always says I act like it. I say “y’all” constantly and I tend to call people things like sugar, sweetheart, baby, honey, etc.

Aaaand that’s it! Would love to see who you pick for me. Have the most wonderful day, sweets<3

Your Fandom Ships: Sissy Slaughter (Texas Chainsaw Massacre) and Selina Kyle (Aka Catwoman, DCU)

Explanation: first things first I think that she thinks you’re insanely hot like she doesn’t see anyone anyone like you around I mean from your height which you’re already tall but when you wear those heels whoa what makes her jelly… I mean usually her brother gets all the pretty victims, but she definitely thinks that she’s going to keep you for herself. she thinks you’re adorable and she loves your hyper femininity. She is obsessed with you (literally)… and your style. It almost makes you seem more innocent and cute and she absolutely has a corruption kink.  she thinks that it’s adorable that you’re the mom of the friend group and absolutely supports it because she’s often the one that has to take care of her family so she absolutely forgets it because she’s the only one who knows how to do things like sewing around her family, and, she thinks that your attractive whenever you take up the leading role in your friend group. She also doesn’t really take notice to a lot of social norms because she’s been in and out of a lot of cults in her life and things like that and also you know she’s a serial killer but she’s just kind of loopy and I don’t feel like she pays much attention to what other people think so she gets that and I think that she’s also very good with your autism like she would absolutely understand if you ever got overstimulated or if he didn’t like certain textures or anything like that she would be on it and she would be the most caring out of the family about things like that. But I don’t think she cares about and she was definitely in a lot of cults where it was very casual to be sexual and things like that so I don’t feel like she sees kissing as an entirely sexual thing either she sees it is more of a friendly thing too. She loves that you can crochet and I feel like if you ever made her a purse or a bag or anything like that she would wear it in such pride and she would never take it off and if anyone made fun of it, they would for sure get their throat slip, but she just loves everything you make and thinks that it’s really adorable. She also is a pretty good artist I feel like and she would draw with you and draw around the house because she lives out in the country where there’s very very pretty views so I feel like she would help you draw those and draw some on her own and paint and things like that and ask for your love of skin care I feel like she would totally have a girls night with you or you guys both just do your skin care. Do it up do the whole thing and do your entire routine and I feel like she would just love that and how makes her feel and she feels like a pretty little princess, and she rarely gets pampered, she’s used to that farm girl lifestyle. Also, I can see this being really cute for you. You say that you’re not southern but act like it but sissy is legitimately southern and I think you guys calling each other sugar honey Sweetheart things like that would be absolutely adorable and I shifted this so bad because honestly, I could make like a little comic about it or something because of how much I shipped this I just like you calling each other sugar, honey, and she would definitely be obsessed and possessive of you and I don’t know just like I don’t know I ship your relationship a lot. ♥️♥️♥️♥️

Explanation: physical appearance I think that she would be absolutely in love with you. She just loves you guys have the opposite kinds of femininity like you guys are both very feminine, but in very different senses she’s more of a dark feminine and you’re more of a cute light feminine and I just think that you guys contrast so well with her kind of dark feline energy and you’re kind of more like innocent coquette type energy. I just love the clash there and I feel like she would absolutely be attracted to you and how tall you are I just like you guys both are so similar but so different and I just love that like, oh my gosh I can’t even tell you how much I love you guys and you’re aesthetics clashing together but then also looking so pleasing you guys just are so cute. She loves the way that you wear your Afro and I feel like she just finds you absolutely adorable and just loves the way that you look in general because it’s again such a contrast from her because you guys are both very feminine, but she’s more dark seductive type you know siren and you’re definitely a doe like she’s definitely a siren you’re a doe that’s a really good way to put it. She definitely needs to be checked in with because she’s the chaotic friend and her group so I feel like you guys would have the greatest dynamic ever of you like checking in with her making sure that he said she’s OK and constantly pulling her out of danger because she gets herself in a lot of situations. I just feel like you would be the one reigning her chaos back. She thinks it’s adorable that your so good with kids and it definitely got her thinking about maybe adopting a kid with you because she just loves you so much and thinks that you would be a great mom. You also treat her a lot better than the past guy she’s dated which I feel like she would really appreciate because of the way that she dresses an act she’s super used to be used as a sex toy and nothing really more so whenever you come into her life and treat her like she matters more than just for her body and you see her as a person. I just feel like it means the world to her and she finds you so precious and out of all the things that she stolen in her entire career of thievery I feel like your heart is the most valuable thing she laid her hands on. She doesn’t care that much about social norms either and I feel like she’s also definitely platonic kisser even before you guys started dating she was kissing you casually on the lips cheeks, etc. just because you know she could and she found it kind of a friendly way to do. But they got a lot more intimate as you started dating I don’t know, but I feel like she agrees with you on that. She thinks the fact that you crochet is actually adorable and even though it’s not really as much of her style as a hobby, she finds it super fascinating and is always watching you and your hands and she just thinks it’s so cool that you can do such complicated maneuvers with the string and things like that. she’s not as much of an artist herself, but she would totally support you, but I actually do think that she’s pretty good in the kitchen so I feel like you guys would have a lot fun baking together and cooking together and I feel like if you guys ever made like dinner and stuff it would actually be really good and you guys would just feast like the queen you are for the night and I feel like a really good day for you guys would be a stay at home day where you guys both just cook for each other and then afterwards and with movie and the full skin care routine because she absolutely loves skin care I mean, I cannot, say this enough, but I feel like she would also be a skincare queen and you two would have the Korean glass skin and just be such a good couple. Anyway, if it isn’t obvious enough, I totally ship you too, and I think this is maybe one of my favorite out of all these you know fandom ships I’ve done, I think this is the one that I’ve genuinely shipped or at least top 10 because this is like you guys would be so perfect together.

I mean you’re both feminine but opposite ways and I just love this. 💙💙💙

[dx-core]

Fuzzy feelings

Summary: Abbacchio and Bruno share a tender moment

Paring(s): Abbacchio/Bucciarati

Warnings: None

A/N: I'm on a fluff train tonight! Woah! I love these two nerds and while I will subject them to endless torture someday, today they will experience some good ol' fashion fluff

Closeness was a luxury in Passione, he thinks.

It was a mistake— a fatal one, in some cases.  It was a luxury few suckers could afford, one Abbacchio shouldn't be able to afford.  Yet—fucking yet— here he was, pushed nose to nose with his death sentence, face flushed with cherry reds and peachy pinks, heart hammering hard in his chest.

Bucciarati, his capo, his boss- close enough to feel his breath dance against his skin. Bruno, his partner, his lover, his boyfriend- pressing feather light kisses everywhere he could reach.

Bruno is all over him; hands tangled in his hair, exposed chest pressed against his, legs wrapped around his waist loosely. His scent thick in the air— he could practically taste him in the back of his throat, choking him in all of the right ways.  He consumed his mind, his thoughts, his body.   His Capo was infectious, sinking just beneath his skin, controlling every aspect of his life.

He's so dangerous, too dangerous to love, to be close to, but Abbacchio couldn't get enough.

He'd give up his soul for him, his life.  He thinks he already has.

" You're distracted, " he murmurs against his damp lips, pretty blues fluttering open,  " penny for your thoughts? "

" I love you, " Abbacchio replies instantly, his voice nothing more than a breath.

This draws out a snort from Bruno, it's a light, content noise— one that makes him melt impossibly further beneath him, " obviously. I love you too, bella cosa "

Another kiss, and Abbacchio's thoughts and breath are stolen yet again.   

[sanguineterrain]

wait— i may have a thot for the pushed against the wall by steve scene

here, I imagine you’ve been teasing him and testing his patience for days, riling him up but always escaping him. and now, he’s reached his limits–

and so he’s pushed you against the wall, and he needs to keep you there, so he holds and pins your wrists by your head. he’s glaring down at you – with a bit of anger and frustration but mostly heat and craving in his eyes. they don’t look away from you even as he forces his leg between yours, and pushes his thigh against you. you whimper from the friction and the way he’s handling you, “yeah? you’re not going anywhere this time.” he draws back his thigh to rub it harder against you, “and we’re not done until i say so.”

Alix 😵‍💫💫 phew okay here we go— nsfw under the cut...

"Steve!" you yelp, stumbling over your feet. He doesn't yield, doesn't even let you get your footing, hauling you through your clumsiness like you're a rag doll.

His foot closes the bathroom door behind you. Your back lands on the wall and you tense, bracing for impact. But Steve's other hand slips behind your head, cushioning the blow. Your exhale is punched out of you all the same.

"This," he starts, voice thick. "This fucking little—"

The curse startles you. He tugs the hem of your lace panties, then mouths at your neck. You squirm, and Steve pulls back, breathing hard.

"Jesus, I can't—" His forehead rests on your sternum. He's panting like he just ran a marathon, even though a five mile wouldn't make him break a sweat.

"Steve?"

He lifts his head. Steve looks like he could eat you whole. You lift your hips, just to test the waters. He splays one giant paw across your belly and pushes you down. You gasp.

"Don't. 'Cause if you do that, then we're not getting invited back here for the rest of the summer, Y/N."

"What's gotten into you?" you ask, because you two never do this. Like, ever. Steve Rogers believes in good ol' fashioned bedroom loving, in the privacy of your own home. Not manhandling you into the first open door with a lock.

"This," he repeats, and bunches up your sundress. He cups your bottom with his free hand. You remain still, because Steve wants you to. You wonder if he realizes it, if the strength even registers anymore.

"You're so pretty," he sighs, nipping the side of your neck, like he can't get enough of you. "How'd I get so lucky to get a pretty little wife like you? All mine."

"Steve," you begin, then squeal, because he's hefting your leg over his hip, giving you no choice but to make room for him. Your legs part. Steve's gaze is dark with heat.

"Been so hard I can't think, and you're out there in your little lace get up, swapping knitting tips."

"I thought that's what you wanted," you whine, nearly straddled across Steve's thigh. His khakis are beige, and you're going to make a very visible mess.

He groans and kisses you, hand moving from your backside to your neck. Steve plasters more of his weight onto you, and now you're practically immobilized. The kiss isn't rough so much as passionate. Steve puts his all in everything he does, including kissing you. He pulls back and squeezes your hip.

"I know, sweetheart. You're so good for me, aren't you? Always listening, always following, taking good care of everybody. Bet you'd let me have you over the kitchen counter, hm?"

"N-no," you insist, because you're not sure if Steve's kidding, even though the image makes your ears hot.

"No, you're right," he decides, straightening. "You're mine. Not sharing you."

"Yours, Steve," you agree, and that ignites something in him, something baser, darker.

He's never had anything for himself. But here you are, trussed up because he wanted you to be. And you're underneath him, panting, probably getting his khakis sticky, because he hauled you into the bathroom. You’re pretty and breakable, pliant under his strength. Heat floods his brain at the thought.

“My best girl. You trust me?”

You squeeze his leg and Steve grunts.

"Yes," you promise, softly humping his thigh. "Yours, yours. Only yours."

"Yeah," he rumbles, taking your hips. "Let’s see what else is mine.”

[sataniquepanique]

Almost (Sweet Music) 

Inspired by the song Almost (Sweet Music) by Hozier, the lyrics used are taken directly from it. If you haven't heard it, do yourself a favor and listen to it.

Summary: You're back in Hawkins with your band for The Hideout's 25th anniversary event, and Corroded Coffin is also on the bill. You haven't seen your ex Eddie in a year, and debut a new song written about him.

Genre: angst, fluff

Warnings: None?

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing a multi-POV story <3

Y/N’s POV

You watch him from the side of the stage cloaked in darkness, arms crossed and eyes fixated on his face. 

He looks happy. He looks good. 

He doesn’t know you’re here, back in Hawkins after a few years away, at the Hideout of all places. What once felt like a second home, now feels like an alien planet, like you don’t belong here. Everything about the Hideout brought back memories. It hurt to be back. Hurt to see the man you loved parade around on stage in front of you, playing the guitar you had bought him for Christmas years ago. “Baby” as she was aptly named, was a gift after Corroded Coffin put out their first EP, and she was his pride and joy. You had always joked that he loved her more than you, to which his reply would always be a passionate kiss followed by “I could never love anything as much as I love you.” The two of you had always supported each others music careers, never missing a show, whether it was at the Hideout or regional tour. It’s ironic really, that your careers were the reason things had ended. 

“Hey—“ your friend and bandmate Rachel appears on your left, holding a beer out.

“—figured you’d want this.” She lets out a nervous chuckle as you take the bottle from her grasp. Smiling sheepishly at her, you take a long swig, turning your attention back to the stage, back to him. Your best friend in the world, Rachel knew this night would be difficult even before you pulled into the venue. She had even advised against playing the show, saying it wasn’t worth your mental state. Being the great actress you are, she was eventually convinced you would be completely fine, and reluctantly agreed to perform tonight. 

“We’re on in 20, wanna come warm up?” She motions towards the backroom. 

“Uh, yeah. I’ll be right there.” You mumble, watching as Corroded Coffin ends their set to thunderous applause. They exit the stage opposite you, with Eddie lingering behind to tease some girls up front. You watch carefully as he throws his guitar pick into the crowd, caught by an overly enthusiastic groupie. He hops off stage and wraps his arms around a pretty blonde woman, placing a kiss on her forehead. 

You suddenly forget how to breathe. It feels like a knife was stabbed through your stomach, twisting as you try to take shallow breaths. 

You broke up with him. You have no right to be upset, he deserves to be happy.

“Y/n…you okay?” Rachel appears behind you again, placing a hand on your arm. 

Shaking your head out of a daze, you turn to look at her, trying your best to put on a normal act. “Yeah! I’m great. Let’s do this.” 

“Thank you all for coming out again for our 25th anniversary show!” Ray, the owner of The Hideout was the MC for the night, introducing all of the bands he had invited to play this special One-Night-Only event. The Hideout normally brings in a lackluster crowd every other night, but tonight it was sold out. Musicians from all over the area came out, flocking to pay tribute to the place where they got started, yourself included. 

“Next up, we have a young lady and her band of misfits from the big city, even though she got her start right here in little ol’ Hawkins. I’ve known this girl since she was a pre-teen ankle biter, begging me to let her play acoustic sets in exchange for free labor.” He looks over at you and grins, garnering a toothy smile from you beside the stage. He yells your name, drawing out the last syllable as he introduces your band with a little bow off to the side. You swing your guitar over your shoulder and strut out, followed by Rachel and the rest of the four piece ensemble. Usually when you’re on stage, you become a different person. You transcend reality and your stage persona takes over, able to leave all of the bullshit at the door. Tonight was different. Tonight, you couldn’t stop thinking about him.

“Thanks Ray…it’s good to be back.” You purr into the microphone as you take your place up front, shooting the crowd a wink as you start into your first song. 

———

Eddie’s POV

Being back at the Hideout feels great. Seeing old friends, scoring free drinks courtesy of Ray, you can’t beat it. There’s a small twinge of sadness eating away at you though, a piece is missing. You can’t stop the memories from flooding back as you walk off stage with the rest of Corroded Coffin. How many times had you jumped off this same stage and into her arms? How many nights was she the only one in the crowd, cheering like they were playing Madison Square Garden? It had been a year since you moved back to Hawkins after the two of you broke things off, leaving her back in Indianapolis. As much as you hated this town, it was still filled with familiar faces that welcomed you back with open arms during a time when you needed it most. 

There’s always an adrenaline high that courses through your body after a show. It feels positively electric. Jumping off the side of the stage, Mel’s face is the first you see. She smiles as you pulls her close and kiss her forehead. You’ve been together a few months, having met through mutual friends. Jeff had thought you needed a distraction after the breakup, and introduced you to Melody in an attempt to bring you out of the deep depression you’d been living in for weeks. It worked for the most part, on the surface anyway. You still feel empty on the inside, something you would never admit to anyone. Melody was great, very sweet and supportive. She was a waitress at the Hawkins Diner, and always went out of her way to switch shifts when Corroded Coffin had a show in the area. She wasn’t Y/n, but she kept you from spiraling. 

The rest of Corroded Coffin swing around the stage and gather at a table by the bar, grabbing some beers as they say hello to old friends in the crowd. “Next up, we have a young lady and her band of misfits from the big city—“ Your head snaps toward the stage when you hear Ray’s introduction.

No. It can’t be.

You knew it was a possibility, of her showing up tonight. You just didn’t think she would travel all the way to Hawkins for one show, especially when she knew Corroded Coffin would be there. You watch, mouth agape, as Ray slowly backs offstage and she walks out to grab the microphone. 

She looks great. She looks happy.

“—Thanks Ray…it’s good to be back.” You could’ve sworn she winked directly at you.

———-

Y/N’s POV

Your set is going great. The crowd is full of energy and can’t get enough. You give each song your all, knowing that he’s watching. You need to prove that you’re doing okay, that all of it was worth it, even though you know you’re just kidding yourself. 

You’ve been with other people since the breakup, nothing serious, just something to pass the time or let out some pent up aggression. No one came close to him, and you always found an excuse to not pursue another relationship.

A few songs in, you give your band a rest, taking up your acoustic guitar for a slower song that you had written a few weeks ago, after a one-night-stand back in the city.

“This is a new song I wanted to debut tonight, I hope ya’ll like it.” You strum the first notes, not daring to look out into the crowd as you start to sing the lyrics. 

All of your pent up emotions start to resurface. Images of the night you broke things off with Eddie come flooding back, making you tear up. You had been together for years, and moved away to the city together in the hopes of pursuing your respective music careers. A year after moving into the new apartment, Corroded Coffin had been offered an opening spot on a cross country tour and Eddie was ecstatic. The opportunity ate at you. You saw him and the band moving up and getting bigger, and you were seeing each other less and less. Eddie tried his best, tried to move shit around to spend time with you, but it always left you feeling so guilty. A month before the tour was set to begin, you ended things with him, explaining that you didn’t want to hold him back and wanted him to be able to live his dreams to the fullest. He didn’t take it well, and behind closed doors neither did you. You had been so cold towards him, knowing that he would try to stay if he saw how much this was killing you. After he moved his things out of the apartment, you never heard from him again, nor did you try to make contact.

Tears burned your eyes as you hit the chorus:

"The same kind of music haunts his bedroom

I'm almost me again, he's almost you.

I wouldn't know where to start,

Sweet music playing in the dark,

Be still my foolish heart,

Don't ruin this on me—“

You look over at Rachel, who is sitting behind her drum set. She can see the pain in your eyes, and she sends an encouraging nod your way. 

“—I got some color back, he thinks so, too

I laugh like me again, he laughs like you.”

————

Eddie’s POV

You’re transfixed on her, so much that you don’t feel how hard Melody is gripping your arm. 

“Eddie? Eddie! EDDIE!” She yells into your ear, breaking you from the trance. 

“Wh—what? What’s up?” You stutter, pulling your eyes away. 

“Do you want to go? You seem tired…” she says as she strokes your arm.

“Oh, uh, no I actually want to watch the rest of the lineup. There’s some really good bands on the list tonight.” You turn your attention back to the stage as Melody taps in time to the rhythm against your arm. 

“She’s really good. I like her voice a lot.” She yells over the music.

You nod in agreement. “Yeah she’s always been super talented…” 

“Do you know her?” Melody perks up, searching your face for an answer.

“I did, yeah. We haven’t spoken in a while though.” You try to not think of that night a year ago, how you had begged her not to end it. How you promised to follow her to the ends of the earth, even if it meant giving up music altogether. You replay her cold voice, telling you that she would never let you put your career on hold for her. How she showed no emotion as you packed up your things, you refusing to look at her as she offered to help. 

“This is a new song I wanted to debut tonight!—“ Y/n’s voice brings you back to reality. So far you had known all the songs she had played, having helped write most of them late at night in your shared apartment, ending those writing sessions in a tangle of limbs and sheets. You notice her confident demeanor changes as she starts to play this new song, her eyes close as she strums the guitar and her voice echos sadly through the rafters. 

“—I’m almost me again, he's almost you—“

Jesus Christ. You didn’t want to picture her with anyone else, but you know that’s not fair. You had Melody, so you can’t in good conscious hold it against her for seeing someone else, even if it feels like your heart has been ripped from your chest. Her lyrics cut straight to the bone, color draining from your face as you listen to her haunting lullaby.

“—The very thought of you and am I blue? 

A love supreme seems far removed

I get along without you very well some other nights—“

The admission makes your throat constrict. You thought she was happy. After all, this is what she wanted. She had seemed so adamant about breaking up, her attitude about the entire thing so frozen and neutral, and you had gone a year thinking she was fine without you. You swallow dryly as you pull from Melody’s grasp and move closer into the crowd. 

———

Y/N’s POV

You haven’t opened your eyes since the beginning of the song, too afraid to see him. You can feel your bandmates behind you, getting their gear together to play a final song after you finish your ballad. At the final chorus, you muster every bit of courage you can to look out into the sea of people, and you’re met with Eddie’s large brown eyes starting up at you. You don’t break contact with him as a solitary tear escapes and you sing the final piece:

“—He’ll turn to me awake and ask, "Is everything alright?"

And, Lord

I wouldn't know where to start

Sweet music playing in the dark

Be still, my foolish heart

Don’t ruin this on me.”

The crowd erupts into thunderous applause and you return a weak smile, turning around to replace your acoustic guitar with your electric, quickly wiping a stray tear from your cheek.

“Thank you so much. This is our last song. It’s been real Hawkins, until next time!” A loud chord blasts through your amp as you start the final song, smiling at Rachel as she pounds away at her drums. 

After the set you lug your guitar to the van, helping Rachel and the other two load their gear into the small white trailer attached to the back. Once the last cymbal was shoved inside, you sigh and put your hands on your hips, looking between all of their faces. “So…drinks anyone?” 

The four of your make your way to the bar, traversing your way through the tide of well wishers clapping you on the shoulder and shaking your hand. You didn’t see Eddie, and part of you was a little disappointed. Rachel orders a round of beers, specifically grabbing you a sour draft knowing they’re your favorite. You take a sip and close your eyes in tart, raspberry bliss. 

“You still drink that shit?” 

You try your best not to choke when you hear his voice. Taking a deep breath you turn around and are immediately hit with his familiar scent: cigarettes, woodsy cologne, and a hint of weed. “Hi, Eddie…” is all you manage out, white knuckling the pint glass so tight it might break in your hands. 

“You were amazing…really.” He gives a slight smile, and you’re caught off guard by the softness of his eyes. 

“Thanks, uh, so were you. You guys always are.” You motion towards Jeff and Gareth a few feet away. An uncomfortable pause forms between you two, neither knowing what to say. 

“So…how’ve you been?” He starts, shuffling his feet nervously.

“Fine, the usual, touring a bit and trying to keep busy.” You nod over towards the table behind him where his band was sitting with the blonde woman from earlier. “You seem to be doing great.” It came out meaner than you meant to.

Eddie felt it, wincing a little at your aggression. “You left me. You remember that, right?” He’s defensive as he lights a cigarette, and you remember how his oral fixation always got worse when he was nervous. 

“I remember, Eddie…” It comes out as a sigh. “…I remember I didn’t want you to drop your dreams for me, I didn't want to be the reason that you didn’t pursue everything you had ever wanted, everything you deserve—” It was too late to turn back now, the words were already flowing and could not be reigned in. You reach into the cigarette pack in his hand and pull one out, knowing he wouldn’t say no to you. Putting it between your lips, he instinctively reaches forward and lights it for you. 

“—and look where you are now! You guys are doing so great! I heard about your new album—“ 

“—How did you hear about that? We didn’t even put it out yet.” He interrupts, holding a hand up in defense.

“I still talk to Gareth sometimes. I told him not to tell you.” You take a drag as you look over at Corroded Coffin’s table. Your heart was bleeding. You love those boys, not just Eddie, but the entire band. They were your friends in high school, making those four years of your life more bearable. When you and Eddie broke up, you knew the relationship between you and the other members of the band would change too, their loyalties were always with him. Gareth still checked in with you from time to time, asking about your life and talking about Corroded Coffin’s new ventures. He never brought up Eddie, not unless you asked, which you never did.

Shaking your head as you look at the floor, you push past Eddie. “I’m sorry Eds, I can’t do this. Enjoy the rest of your night.” You make a beeline out the back door, managing to avoid the rest of your band who were gathered around laughing with some other patrons. 

———

Eddie’s POV

Your heart was beating out of your chest as she pushed past you. You try to grab her wrist as she turns, but she’s already gone, leaving behind a whisper of the warm perfume you loved so much. Making your way back over to the table, Jeff gives you a knowing look. 

“How is she?” He asks in a low voice, Gareth smiling sympathetically.

“How’s who?” Melody asks, oblivious to the entire history between you and Y/n. You had never spoken about her to Mel, trying your best to forget and move on. 

“She’s…uh…I need to go. I need to talk to her. I can’t lose her again.” You stumble over your confession, not caring that Melody was sitting in front of you. Her face drops and you look at her with a deep sadness pooling in your eyes. “I’m sorry…there’s a lot I haven’t told you.”

“…you love her, don’t you…” she whispers. 

You nod slowly as you move towards the back door, leaving Jeff and Gareth to fill her in.

———

Y/N’s POV

Sitting on the bumper of the equipment trailer, your body shakes with sobs. You clasp your hand over your mouth, trying to muffle the sound as you cry in the dark parking lot alone. Rachel has the keys to the van, and you don’t feel like talking to anyone right now, so you’ve opted to just wait it out until they were done mingling. 

The back door swings open, and you see Eddie’s tall silhouette in the doorway. You try your best to stop crying, not even making an effort to move away as he walks up and stands in front of you. 

“What are you doing, Eddie…” you whisper, playing with your hands as silent tears keep falling down your face. 

“Talking to the love of my life.” He states flatly. 

You look up at him and fall apart at the sight of his deep brown eyes, unable to stop the cries wracking through you again. Eddie gently lifts you, pulling you up into him as you grab fistfuls of his jacket. 

“I’m sorry—“ You sob into his chest. “—I thought I was helping. I thought it would make it easier for you.”

He kisses the top of your head, running a hand down your hair. “It wasn’t easier, it was torture. I’ve thought of you every single day, as much as I tried not to. I left my heart back in Indianapolis, and I haven’t been the same since.” 

You look up at him, resting your chin on his chest. “What about your girlfriend?” 

He shakes his head. “She’s not my girlfriend. She’s just…someone that I hang out with.” 

“Someone you fuck, you mean.” Once again, you didn’t mean to sound like such a bitch.

“Ouch—” He feigns offense and smirks. “—but yes. We just fool around. She’s a good girl, she’s been there for me the past few months.”

You nod, feeling a pang of jealously shock through your body. “I’m sorry Eddie…” you repeat. 

“I’ve missed you…more than you know.” 

He lifts your chin up towards his face. “I think I have a good idea…” He places the softest kiss on your lips, and your arms find their rightful place around his shoulders.

[that-one-anxious-mango]

ant food.

Summary: Tonight is a big long awaiting night for you. But what happens when Austin goofs it up.

Contents: Good ole’ fluff. Dash of Angst. Mentions and threats of murder. Use of pet names. Slight daddy kink. Implied smut. Soft! Dom Austin vibes (because why not). Slight sub! reader vibes. Just good vibes. 

A/N: Hi Guys. Long time no see! Thanks so much to everyone for you feedback and support during my little unexpected break. I’m trying now to get back on track posting so bear with me lol. Hope you enjoy this installment. Don’t hesitate to let me know! - Mina.

P.S Always feel free to send asks and drabbles! Love hearing from you guys! Have a good day.

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                                                                           “ Baby can you please stop bouncing around, darlin'. You're gonna make yourself dizzy." Austin scolded from his place by the sink washing the dishes from the delicious dinner of chicken alfredo you'd both just eaten.

                But you couldn't help it, you were just too excited.

" OUUU! I'm sorry babe. But I can't help it. You just don't know how long I've been waiting for this. For tonight. It's gonna be so special! I'm so excited." You swooned thinking about what was soon to come.

" I couldn't tell " Austin teased watching you sway around in happy delirium , " You've only been talking about it for the last week and a half, sweetheart."

And you had been talking about this thing and only this thing for the last week and a half. NONSTOP.

In the shower, in the car, in bed, during meals, even to poor Magnus on your walks though he cut his eyes at you for talking while he did his business.

Heck! The other night when you and Austin had accidentally turned a innocent Netflix watch time into a impromptu makeout session, you'd even had found a way to mumble about this thrilling upcoming event in-between kisses and gropes. And as much as Austin loved you and had been a good sport about your cute rambling, this was where had to draw the line.

In the moment he had used both his hands to squish your face making you look directly in his eyes when he lovingly said, " Woman. If you don't shut up and put them pretty lips on me, Dammit!  He demanded.

  You'd done just that too, but after you still talked his ear off some more while you regained some feeling in your lips and thighs.

You felt lucky to have such an amazing boyfriend who was willing to put up with your recent slightly obsessive behavior. All due to him telling you how he understood.  Austin was familiar with the feeling you had. It was how he'd felt doing all his research on Elvis for the the movie.

All in.

Plus to him it was adorable watching you be so happy about something. He liked seeing that. So much to where you'd convinced him tonight to sit down and participate with you!

Like he had a choice anyway.

" The closer it gets to being to the time. The more antsy I feel. I mean the some of the last two years of my life have been leading up to tonight! It's a big deal, babe." You squealed lightly stomping your feet.

Austin just grinned at you, " I know. And I'm excited your excited, baby. Shit as much as you talk about it. I feel invested too at this point. I feel as though I also have a right to know."

You laughed, " And Magnus! " You pointed out, " He's been here since the beginning. Like the beginning beginning. I think he was like four months when this started so this is like closure for him too." You joked looking at your napping pup beyond the gate.

He wasn't allowed to be in the kitchen, so whenever you and Austin were in here for a extended amount of time he just settled for lingering at the gate.

" Yup. Yeah it's a big night for the Butler household for sure. We finally find out if Mrs. Pepperidge was really the one who killed the Alexander or the wife! " Austin agreed nodding.

Your face wrinkled in displeasure, " NO! I don't think it was either of them." You passionately countered, " I think it was the Uncle! He always seemed so shady to me."

For the last two years you'd been listening to the highly acclaimed murder mystery podcast  ' Heartbreak Hotel'.                                                                       It was set in the 1950s about a wealthy hotel tycoon named Alexander Astor whom was found murdered in the elevator of his newly opened New York hotel elevator on the night of it's grand opening. You'd started out with twelve possible suspects the first episode, and over the years narrowed it down to three. First, The wife, Alma he'd been cheating on with a Hollywood actress. Second, Miss Felicity Pepperidge, the old money family rival, OR your personal choice. Phineas Astor, the bitter uncle.

You'd been listening since it came out, and then when you and Austin got together you roped him in by constantly blabbering about it all the time.

Tonight the podcast was coming to a magical grand end during a special livestream, and so was your years long obsession.

You were ready!

" Oh come on now, Y/N. The man is like almost eighty years old. There's no way he'd be able to bludgeon Alexander in the face like that, and switch elevators that fast! Plus he has a alibi. Mr. Tibbles." Austin Raved.

" I don't care! " You shouted, " Who says Mr. Tibbles actually seen him. He's probably lying to protect the old fart because we all know him and Phineas clapping cheeks together." You accused.

" Can't confirm that." Austin reminded setting a plate on the drying rack.

You scoffed, " Oh please. Ernestine walks in on them in the presidential suite ' just having a talk ' with Phineas conveniently standing closely beside Tibbles whose pants were on backwards! Come on! Read the room, babe."

Laughing Austin held up his hand in defeat, " Okay. Alright how about we just save all this good energy for the finale, huh."  

" Alright." You conceded , " But,  please please PLEASE!  At least, tell me what time it is, baby? " You begged your man mustering your best puppy dog face. Glancing at you Austin chuckled to himself.

Earlier in the day you'd had your phone on you and was checking it every twenty minutes like a mad-woman. You kept making little noises and things that would scare Austin outta no-where. So he make the decision to confiscate the phone so you nor him would end the night with a heart attack.

'This girl. I tell you.' He thought.

  " Alexa," He called out smirking at you causing you to giggle, " What's the time."

" The time is 8:45pm " She called back.

" EKKKKKKKKKKK." You screeched making both Austin and a now sleepily dazed Magnus jump at the high pitched sound emerging from you body, " Only fifteen minutes. Oh my gosh! Babe we need to pop the popcorn and grab the drinks. Get the blankets out and grab th-"

" Woah, sweetheart calm down before you knock the couple screws still tight in that pretty head loose." Austin said wiping his hands to come around the kitchen island and grab you and your now frowning face at his latest comment.

Laughing he pulled you into his chest which you begrudgingly let him. Leaning down he placed small kisses against your cheeks while talking in-between, " How about you *kiss* Go upstairs *kiss* And go get*kiss kiss* the notebook * kiss* while I pop the popcorn and grab drinks *kiss* Then meet me in the living,  mama * kiss* " He finished pulling back to look at your giddy expression.

" Okay." You dazily peeped leaning you to peck his lips.

" Okay." He responded pecking your in return.

Both of you then ensued a tiny makeout to which Austin pulled away before it got to hot, " Now get! " He rasped smacking your ass a good time. You yelped letting go to rush upstairs to your bedroom to retrieve the item.

It took you all of a two minutes to grab the notebook and your big fluffy brown quilt out the closet before you were trotting back downstairs to the living room just as Austin was bringing in the large bowl of popcorn and a sweet tea for you with his own ginger beer.

You were so excited you could hardly breath! No air. Jordin Sparks type shit.

Getting situated you set everything down and were prepared to turn it on.

"Okay sweetheart. I think we got everything. All I need you to do now is hand Daddy the remote so I can pull up the app on the TV." Austin sighed looking to your smiling face.

Happily nodding you look to the sofa cup holder compartment on the side of you. Opening it up you frowned when you noticed the main TV remote missing.

" Uh.. babe. It isn't here! You sure it's not on your side? " You questioned looking over to your equally confused fiancée.

                  " No baby. I don't. I put it back in the bin thingy after I finished that movie earlier. It should be in there." He reasoned getting up to come over and check for himself.

Empty.

You could now feel yourself getting upset because you knew that the show intro had to be on by now and you were missing it. The beginning was when they went over last episodes details. Even though you played it at least seven times since it came out that didn't mean anything. You still needed to hear. Now. Where the fudge was the remote!

Noticing you were getting fidgety Austin patted your back in reassurance, " Now baby calm down. We're gonna find it. "

You only nodded as the two together began tearing through the living look for the small black device. But ten minutes in and no avail. You were freaking out.

" AUSTIN! We're missing it! " You whined throwing down a decorative pillow.

He sighed, " I know, baby. I know. I can't find the damned remote."

You inhaled a deep breath closing your eyes before speaking, " Austin. My love. My life. My sweetest baboo." You started in the calmest voice you could muster, " If you don't find the remote. I'm actually going to kill you.” You stated.

 “ I mean I am going to suffocate you and then bury you in the backyard to be a all you can eat buffet for ants. You'll be ant food babe. You get that.” You furthered, “ Then after I’ll start my own podcast about your disappearance.” You fussed finally looking at your man who to your angered surprise was stifling a laugh. 

What the fuck was funny during a time like this!

But Austin thought you looked so cute all mad and grumpy making ideal threats in his oversized hoodie and socks. He knew you wouldn't kill him. He was too valuable to you. Who the hell else was gonna cook for you and eat you til you cried every night like him?

No one.

Obviously noting your expression he regained his composure, " Look baby. I'm sorry we can't find the remote to the tv tonight. And I know you don't wanna miss anymore of the show. So, tell you what. We can move this little shin dig upstairs for tonight to the bedroom tv and worry about all the rest of this later, okay." He suggested beginning to pick up things to move.

You instantly started to pout, " Austin no. We always watch it in here and it's the last one, babe." It has to be here to be special." You protested.

Groaning Austin walked over to you cupping a side of your face, " I know honey. But this is the situation we're in so we have to make the best of it. Plus it'll be special wherever cause we're together." He reasoned.

But still your attitude was left unchanged, in fact it got worse, " But Austin." You stamped your feet feeling yourself about to go into a full rant until you felt the grip on your face tighten and Austin's face fade from soft to stern.

 " Y/N don't start that with me. Because Daddy is just as frustrated as you are right now, but I'm trying to fix it the best I can. And I need for you right now to be my best girl and let me do that. Because if you keep acting this way Daddy is going to stop everything and have both of us change into our pajamas and head to bed. " He explained staring directly in your slightly watery eyes. " And I don't think that's what you want now is it, baby?" He questioned.

Involuntarily you shook you head.

In response you could feel his spare hand travel down to your ass and give it a tight squeeze. You whimpered in result.

" Y/N...." His husk warning trailed.

You knew exactly what he wanted.

" No, Daddy. I don't " You squeaked. You watched the little self indulgent smirk appear on his face before he leaned down and pressed hard kiss to your lips taking the breath and attitude out your chest all in one.

Placing a last smooch on your cheek he said, " Good now grab the popcorn bowl and the notebook for me. I'll put the blanket on my shoulder so I can carry you, baby." He instructed.

Responding a ' Okay." You did as you were told and before you knew it Austin picked you up starting toward the stairs, “ Let's go solve who killed Alexander Astor, honey."  

[forsty]

random Forest facts because I adore him so much

- his actual name is Ole Skog. When he came to Virginia City people had so much trouble pronouncing “Ole” that he earned the nickname Forest, which he ends up just going by. BUT... the norwegian word for Forest is.. Skog... so his name is just Forest Forest

- Couldn’t ride horses until he was... 19 maybe? He LOVES horses and isn’t scared of them, but learning to ride horses was just never a thing until Joe decides it’s time. 

- Has 2 horses... how does a guy who previously couldn’t ride suddenly end up with 2? WELL LET ME TELL YOU 

- Cleopatra is an old appaloosa mare with a heart of gold and the softest and kindest personality you’d ever see on a horse (especially a mare??). After Forest learned to ride, the Cartwrights brought him to a horse auction where he was supposed to find himself a strong and young riding horse. Instead he picked Cleopatra. A retired circus horse who can’t really be ridden much anymore. Forest just decided that he wanted that sweet old lady to live out the rest of her years in comfort. He never rides her, he just takes her for walks and lets her graze and do her thing. 

- Askeladden (named after a Norwegian fairytale hero) is a norwegian fjord horse stallion who’s a good boy but also extremely mischievous. He was a gift from Joe to Forest. Somehow (with good connections I assume) Joe managed to find a fjord horse breeder/importer and bought one of the foals. Forest went BONKERS. Ask is a good horse, but has ALOT of personality. You never see his eyes, it’s always covered by his fringe/mane and he’s always munching on some grass. 

- The type of person who accidentally wanders into trouble... his head is often in the clouds daydreaming about stuff (mostly about kissing Joe HEHEHEH)

- Became good friends with Joe really early, they’ve been friends since they were 13 (Joe 14 since he’s one year older). Joe took one look at this introverted new norwegian kid (who could barely speak english) and decided HE’S MY FRIEND. Brought him home to the Ponderosa and showed his new friend to Ben like “CAN I KEEP HIM, PA? PLEASE?”

- He falls in love with Joe very gradually over time... probably realizes it himself when he’s around 17 and then 10 long years of pining for his bestfriend in secret begins...... Joe doesn’t fucking realize anything cause he’s oblivious AF, but he’s a bisexual roller coaster 

- Obsessed with fairy tales and folk lore and things like that. He loves telling and drawing things from norwegian folk lore. He once managed to convince Hoss that trolls existed and Hoss spent a few weeks thinking trolls were after him (Joe thought it was hilarious)

- Hopeless romantic and way too passionate for his own good... He’s the type of person to sit under a tree in the woods pulling petals off a flower and going “He loves me...... he loves me not...... he loves me......” 

- Obsessed with animals... he has a raccoon who shows up at his home that he sorta trained and named Francis (Francis being Joe’s middle name in case you didn’t know). He loves to venture into nature to sit down and sketch some animals and Joe often accompanies him (both to keep him company but also to make sure Forest doesn’t get eaten by a cougar or a bear because Forest WILL get so lost in the art sauce and forget that THOSE ANIMALS GO BITEY IF YOU COME TOO CLOSE)

- Was scared of Adam in the beginning, and sometimes still is. (He has tremendous respect for him)

LISTEN I JUST LOVE MY BOY SO MUCH 

[elliotts-pocket-crab]

I posted 1,831 times in 2022

That's 1,134 more posts than 2021!

203 posts created (11%)

1,628 posts reblogged (89%)

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I tagged 194 of my posts in 2022

#stardew valley shane - 42 posts

#stardew valley elliott - 41 posts

#stardew valley hcs - 37 posts

#elliott stardew valley - 31 posts

#stardew valley harvey - 29 posts

#stardew valley emily - 29 posts

#stardew elliott - 29 posts

#sdv elliott - 28 posts

#stardew sebastian - 26 posts

#stardew valley haley - 25 posts

Longest Tag: 107 characters

#elliott pls come read me the stories yourself instead so i can pretend it wasnt my plan all along to cuddle

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Elliott headcannons cus hes my babygirl

His favorite color is wine red and he'll give you a whole speech on why its such a great color because of the passion and emotion associated with it (him and leah have super serious discussions about colors for whatever reason at the saloon when they're tipsy)

(MILDLY NSFW ONE!) he will nearly lose his balance and collapse if you grab his hips to bring him closer

He read pride and prejudice as a teen (like 15,16) and switched up his whole aesthetic forever and based everything around being a romantic and elegant prince charming

He has a diary and he's so fucking extra that he only uses a fancy expensive fountain pen to write in it. He bulk buys ink cartridges. Just to keep up his aesthetic.

I've said this before but i think smooth operator by sade is his favorite song

M'boy can flirt back and forth all day but he's so touch starved that he'll be a whole other person if you kiss him or something

He watches soap operas and shitily produced indie romance movies

265 notes - Posted September 9, 2022

#4

Okay I’ve got another one. Headcanons for how the candidates would react to seeing the farmer getting hot and sweaty for the first time? (While working of course 😉) Causing them to get flustered while farmer is confused. 😂😌

I wanted to draw a little visual comic for this scenario but I can't fucking draw so if anyone wants to draw this as well as my other hc scenarios PLEASE DO!

Ok ladies first!!

Haley: the farmer would be clueless per usual, thinking 'oh no, Haley probably thinks I'm all gross right now!' But she silently adores your work effort and watches you swing your scythe and cut down your wheat. She thinks you're so strong and gazes at you from afar on the porch stuck in a shameless daydream about you. She'll make you lemonade as an excuse to come closer.

Emily: she'd openly tell you she likes your "natural smell", assuring you that it's a good smell. You think it's kinda strange, but you're glad she doesn't mind. She loves to see you focused and in action. Try not to act weirded out if she just comes up, wraps her arms around your neck and takes a big ol whiff

Abigail: 'that's so... hot...' she's completely riled up by seeing you like this! Her face would be burning red! Don't be surprised if she asks you randomly tonight if you want kids or not.

Leah: she likes to watch you chop down trees. She compares it to how she makes her sculptures and how very different it is. Her work is about being delicate with the wood and yours is about chopping and swinging. When you walk up to her afterwards she tries to play it cool and not let you know how hot she thought you looked

Maru: she adores seeing you so enamored in your work! It's more in a romantic and wholesome way though, she'll stop by and bring you a wet towel and dab it on your face in the hot summer, then she'll kiss your forehead

Penny: penny is the most flustered, her heart's pounding like crazy and if you try to talk to her she'll be a stuttering mess. Somehow the farmer doesn't see what's going on.

Da boys:

Shane: he's so attracted, like after seeing you working up a sweat he'll be in the best mood. Marnie will ask him what's got him in such a good mood. He'll give you a peck on your sweaty cheek but try not to look too uncool. He's resisting the farmer-loving urge to scoop you up and give you a million kisses

Elliot: seeing you like that will encourage him to throw you a surprise romantic dinner on any given day. You're his motivation to work harder on his book, once you start working he's compelled to do the same.

Harvey: there's nothing he loves more than watching you be so strong. He loves his strong farmer, and it seriously gets him going. He's super embarrassed about fantasizing about you like this, but its hard to think of anything else when he sees you like that. He's one of those people whos constantly nervous that someone can read their dirty thoughts in public and just hopes you arent a mind reader.

Sebastian: all he can think of is how attracted to you he is and how much he hopes he's not blushing. He thinks it's too embarrassing to blush and doesn't like to show it, so he's constantly flipping his hair into his face and pushing it away so you can't see his expression

Sam: he'll try to distract you in a way that distracts him from how hot you look. "Hey look at this skate trick!" While you're trying to pick your tomatoes so he doesn't allow his face to start looking like a tomato

Alex: openly flirting with you telling you how hot you look. He doesn't go too far, not as far as he'd like to go, just some sweet little comments here and there

278 notes - Posted May 15, 2022

#3

I love emily and her little skateboarder doodle she drew on the message😭❤️

379 notes - Posted October 29, 2022

#2

Why did i come up with this at 4am

713 notes - Posted August 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

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[x-infernhoes-x]

Dangerous Game- Dominic x Reader [SMUT]

Dominic aka Hot Aswang Leader, Abswang, Zadddy Aswang x Reader

Warnings (?):  Smut, Blood, Biting, Implied Relationship, Implied Consent, Dominic being slightly possessive? M A R K I N G S, Oral (female receiving), THEY BE GOING AT IT NON-STOP

Genre: Good Ol’ Fashioned Forbidden Love (if there’s a genre like that LMAO)

Description: I wrote this at 3:40 am last night while listening to Dangerous Game from the Broadway Musical, Jeykll and Hyde and my brain immediately went, why not coconut? So have this little brain fart I just got when I’m supposed to be sleeping. Come get y’alls juice Dominic simps. Also, reader is AFAB but I’ll try my hand at a gender-neutral one if ever I get possessed by the spirits of determination, diligence and inspiration. Also included a Bridgerton reference there and maybe an Ang Darling Kong Aswang reference too kasi why the fuck not.

PS. I’ve managed to finish this up sometime around 2:45 am today and yes I did sleep last night/yesterday and no, I didn’t spend my whole weekend writing this fic. Maybe.

He knew this was all sorts of wrong from the start and yet here he was, standing within the bed chambers of the woman he burns for more than anything in this world and a strong and almost otherworldly desire that only could be satiated by being with her. Dominic knew that his kind and his lover’s kind would be at odds due to how their nature was as a creature of the night to prey on humans. Although despite this, he was feeling hopeful that his relationship with his beloved would last. As the Aswang Prince, he was well aware that was happening around the clans he ruled over and he also knew of the union of Elisa who happened to be one of his people and her now husband, Victor. He also knew about the bloodshed that had taken place during that time and how it led to the civil unrest and rebellion within the tribes of his kind that rages on up until this day.

The wind from the open window where he had come from seemed to rage on and about outside as if there was a storm brewing. There before him stood (y/n) clad in her sleepwear with her back facing him, dark eyes wide in disbelief and brows furrowed in uncertainty and the Aswang Prince could tell from the way she stood and presented herself that she was thinking about the same thing as him. Shrugging off his coat, he then took a step forward towards his beloved who seemed to be unmoving before him, strong arms wrapped around her shoulders, his sharp nails gently running down the tense woman’s arms, back before halting to a stop on her neck and stomach with a gentle yet vice-like grip, his face gently nuzzling against her warm skin, breathing in her scent like a drug.

I feel your fingers- Brushing my shoulder- Your tempting touch, As it tingles my spine- Watching your eyes As they invade my soul- Forbidden pleasures I'm afraid to make mine.

“D-Dominic, what are you doing…?” His lover would ask, trying her best to pull herself away from the prince, breath hitched in her throat, soft lips trapped in between her teeth. “Hindi natin tong pwedeng ipagpatuloy….delikado na.” Tilting her head towards him, Dominic responded to her, breath ghosting over her lips, “I know…Pero wala na akong pakilam kung mahuli pa tayong dalawa.” Before he would bestow his lover a searing and passionate kiss hotter than the flames of hell and the santelmo could ever conjure, his hands relinquishing their hold upon her throat as they made their way down past her shoulders, breasts and stomach only to disappear between the valley of her thighs where his fingers would make quick work of her folds, already dripping wet with her arousal, making his lover groan out in pleasure, his hips bucking against her backside.

At the touch of your hand- At the sound of your voice- At the moment your eyes meet mine- I am out of my mind- I am out of control- Full of feelings I can't define!

With Dominic’s left hand still relentlessly working upon his lover’s heat, he could feel (Y/N)’s hands attempt to push him away once more, her chest heaving and skin flushed a deep red, letting out a fragile keen of his name escape her lips before he took a step back once he felt her tug on his jeans, a hint for him to take off what was left of his clothing, the thick plume of desire that once clouded his mind seemed to dissipate when he felt his own arousal escape the confines of his now discarded garments as he let out a moan of his own once he saw (Y/N) drop her night dress to the ground, awakening something primal within him, eyes drinking in every single curve, dip and imperfections that his lover had. To him, (Y/N) was the most beautiful woman he had set his sights on regardless of what she would say and it was pretty ironic to say that an Aswang like him was starting to believe that God was real and that God was definitely a woman that took the form of his lover who was perfect in every way.

It's a sin with no name- Like a tiger to tame And my senses proclaim It's a dangerous game!

With their lips pressed together in a heated kiss that seemed to drive them both wild, the raven haired Prince of the night drew back with a low snarl, his teeth trapping her lips between his enough to draw blood as he pulled away with a smirk, the dark red liquid staining both of their lips as he spoke, voice raspy and deep, “I’ll make sure that you’ll only feel me and only me tonight and leave marks on your skin as a symbol of my love. Sa akin ka lang at ako sayo, naiintindihan mo ba?” his words seemed to send chills down the quivering woman’s spine as he dragged his sharp nails down against her soft flesh, his lips and occasionally his tongue and fangs would trail lower and lower, his face disappearing between her legs, eating her out like a starved beast, his nose brushing against the soft bundle of nerves, hands gripping her thighs and hips tightly with his unnatural strength, his nails dug into her flesh, which left miniscule bleeding marks where Dominic held her, his eyes boring into hers, drinking in the sounds (Y/N) made like fine wine.

It's a sin with no name- Like a tiger to tame And my senses proclaim It's a dangerous game! A darker dream That has no ending Something unreal That you want to be true.

They’ve done this a million of times but Dominic would never get tired of hearing his lover’s needy pleas for him whenever they made love like this, his fingers would tease her entrance relentlessly, watching her squirm and thrash upon her mattress with an almost sadistic delight. He loved how she would beg for him, how her body reacted to his fervent touches and how breathless she would get after he would kiss her. He loved every second of it and it was safe to say that Dominic was proud of himself to be able to make his beloved to become like this and all for his eyes only. After a few more flicks of his devilishly talented tongue, Dominic then pulled away a grin plastered on his face while his partner mewled rather pathetically, almost as if to ask him why he ceased his relentless teasing just as she was this close on reaching her much needed release and was surprised to feel two of his fingers enter her, curling and twisting inside of her clenching walls that made Dominic groan the same time his love had yelped and screamed his name out like a desperate prayer and all at once his fingers came out of her with a satisfying ‘pop’, admiring how her juices coated his fingers and glistened in the dim lighting of her room like ambrosia.

A strange romance Out of a mystery tale The frightened princess Doesn't know what to do!

Does she just run away? Does she risk it and stay? Either way, there's no way to win! All I know is, I'm lost And I'm counting the cost My emotions are in a spin! And though no one's to blame...

“Here, have a taste of yourself.” Dominic stated, pressing his fingers against (Y/N)’s lips, which of course the overstimulated woman took in with such eagerness, sucking on his digits like how she would suck on a lollipop, her gaze hazy and pupils blown, almost turning themselves as dark as the night and that was enough for Dominic to enter her without warning but had enough preparation for him, her moans silenced by the fingers that were still in her mouth, her tongue now swirling around them making him growl against the junction of her shoulder and neck, his fangs piercing the skin there as well before he pulled his fingers away from her mouth, replacing it with his own, not minding the slight metallic taste from the incisions he had left a few moments ago.

It's a crime and a shame! But it's true, all the same It's a dangerous game!

No one speaks- Not one word- All the words are in our eyes Silence speaks Loud and clear- All the words we want to hear! It was an all lips, tongue and teeth type of kiss that seemed to flare both of their senses up into overdrive and making the lovers both drunk and high off of the euphoria they were sharing. Both of their bodies rocking against each other, their hands grasping whatever their fingers could touch, grab and tug at. Dominic could feel (Y/N)’s nails run down from his shoulders and down to his back, edging him to go as fast as he could on her, his hair sticking haphazardly onto his now sweaty skin, hips furiously slamming into her with no breaks at all. Dominic was living for it and this action alone made him hoist (Y/N)’s leg up to rest upon his shoulder while the other one snuck behind her, reeling the woman in closer by her haunches, both of them moaning in delight. At that moment they both couldn’t care less about the sounds they made, the important thing was that they were both here together, regardless of what the consequences that would soon bestow upon them.

What happened next between them was all a blur save for the things they’ve done in one whole night. Dominic took (Y/N) to great heights with him making love to her continuously, he had her pressed against the wall with him taking her from behind, on the floor, on her dresser, on every possible surface and position he could think of down to the point where the two of them did it in front of the mirror where he would watch his length disappear within her and the way her breasts would bounce every single time he would thrust into her, his hand would grip on her throat and would tighten slightly, lips would ghost over her ear whispering a string of curses and words that would give Satan himself a run for his money and his lover would respond to every word he would say with a moan or a mantra of his name and it was a sign that she was close, coming for whatever time that night and he was nearing his climax too from the way he was holding her against him.

I am losing my mind- I am losing control- Full of feelings I can't define! It's a sin with no name Like a tiger to tame and though no one's to blame It's a crime and a shame And the angels proclaim It's a dangerous game!

“D-dom, I-I’m close!!” (Y/N) cried out with tears in her eyes the moment Dominic had thrown her upon her bed, her toes curling and hands balled up into fists, . “Then come with me, my love. I w-want to see you break.” The prince would respond as he pulled her into a tight embrace, still rocking against her like there was no tomorrow and soon enough, they both came together leaving (Y/N) mumbling out his name like a babbling child, her insides coated with his own juices as she shakily held into her, both trembling from the extreme ecstasy they both felt.

Once they both had come down from their respective highs, the Aswang Leader could only pull his face back from its previous position from (Y/N)’s shoulder, his touch soft and light as he brushed away some strands away from her face with a soft smile as the two basked in the afterglow of their passionate love making, the two would merely hold entwine each other’s hands as a silent promise to never let go of each other before Dominic pressed a sweet kiss upon it. “Mahal kita.” He spoke firmly, eyes full of love, warmth and vulnerability that only she was allowed to see as the female responded with a kiss and a soft smile before saying, “Mahal din kita, Dominic.”  And soon the two lovers fell asleep, with their bodies pressed up against each other.

It's a dangerous game! Such a dangerous game...

[peachbear88]

For your followr celebration could you write a blurb where American Pie is Yelena and her wife’s wedding song? I’m currently listening to it and the idea just came to me.

Okay! I like this idea a lot! Let's go with... fluff! Thank you for submitting this! :) <3

(PSA: The celebration will be closing in 6 days (09/09.)

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The Russian Wedding

Yelena paces back and forth, nervously tugging at her shirt collar as Natasha watches her sister amusedly.

"If you keep pulling your shirt, the buttons will break," she drawls, earning a glare from her sister.

"I don't see why I can't just wear my vest and get it over with." Yelena grumbles, sprawling out on the dressing room's couch. "Ow!" She exclaims as Natasha slaps her.

"Because it's your wedding!" She sighs exasperatedly. "You can't just get married in a vest!"

"Why not? I'll bet Alexei married Melina in his 'crImSOn dyNaMO' suit!" Yelena complains, prodding at the hem of Natasha's dress shirt.

"Stop it." Nat snaps, yanking her shirt away from the younger girl. Her gaze softens as Yelena picks at her fingernails anxiously. "Hey." Yelena looks up.

"I just want it to be perfect." Yelena admits shakily. Nat smiles, taking her sister's hands in her own.

"It already is. She loves you. You know that." They smile at each other, the insecurities and doubts being drowned in reassurances.

"Hey!" Alexei's head pops through the door, clad in an obnoxious red mask. Yelena's smile falters. "The wedding's starting-"

"You've got to be kidding me!" Natasha grabs her sister by the waist, preventing her from tearing the helmet from her father's head.

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"It's not fair," Alexei pouts, watching as Yelena smiles nervously, constantly checking her watch. Melina shushes him, gently patting his matted, unruly hair and straightening his tie.

Natasha and Melina had spent a good 10 minutes wrangling him into a borrowed suit from a kind stranger that was the same size as Alexei.

"How'd you do it?" Yelena whispers, nodding towards Alexei from the front of the wedding.

"I borrowed someone's suit." She whirls towards her older sister, shock on her face.

"You stole someone's clothes at my wedding?"

"Hey, I didn't steal them!" Yelena shakes her head disapprovingly, fighting back a smile.

"What'd you do with the body then?" Natasha smirks.

"That is not your concern." She gestures towards the entrance of the venue. "She is."

Yelena's eyes widen as you walk down the aisle, nervously itching at your ribcage. It was no secret how much you despised dresses and corsets.

"So much for being graceful," Natasha mumbles, stifling a laugh. Yelena elbows her sister in the stomach.

You smile at Yelena as you finally arrive at the pew.

"You got a little drool there сестра (sister)." Natasha mutters under her breath but her smirk falters when you send her a firm glare.

"Y/N, when I met you, you had no clue who I was. You saw me as a simple girl from Ohio. And I wanted to keep it like that. I didn't want you to know the truth because," she takes a watery breath. "Because I was afraid you'd leave me. When you found out, it felt like everything stopped. My heart stopped beating, my soul froze and my lungs stopped working. But at my darkest hour, you came back. You didn't leave me. You didn't call me a monster and sacrifice me to the darkness. You accepted me. You helped me live." She smiles at you, a soft, genuine smile, full of hope, love and respect.

"I'm gonna have a hard time topping that speech," you joke and a small wave of laughter goes around. "Yelena, you're the one that saved me from the internal darkness. You make it sound like I was your savior but in reality, I need you just as much. You deserve so much more then to be forced to undergo all that trauma. You're not a monster, you're an angel. You're not a murderer, you're a hero. You are mine." She turns away as the crowd cheers, discreetly wiping her tears on her shirt sleeve.

"That was pretty sweet wasn't it?" Natasha teases. "But honestly, we all know the part they really want to get to is the kiss!" She pulls the microphone right next to her mouth. "So get to it!"

You chuckle shyly before gently wrapping your arms around Yelena's neck, pulling her towards you.

Her lips are raw, presumably from all the anxious lip biting she was doing minutes before.

People cheer, as you pull away. a faint blush dusting your cheeks.

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A long, long time ago I can still remember how that music Used to make me smile And I knew if I had my chance That I could make those people dance And maybe they'd be happy for a while

"Lena?" You mumble, your voice muffled by her shoulder.

"Yes love?" She whispers, twirling you around in her arms as the two of you waltz around the room.

"You love me right?" She snorts.

"We just got married медовый (honey)." She jokes weakly before sighing. "Yes. I do love you. And you deserve so much more-" You cut her off with a small but passionate kiss.

"I deserve you."

But February made me shiver With every paper I'd deliver Bad news on the doorstep I couldn't take one more step I can't remember if I cried When I read about his widowed bride Something touched me deep inside The day the music died

"Hi." Natasha greets you and she wraps her arms around your waist. You can see Yelena dancing with Wanda, the two talking in low voices.

"Hello."

"Listen here. I know you two are madly in love and whatnot," you suck in a deep breath. "But if you ever even think about hurting her." She brings one hand up to her throat, drawing an invisible line with her thumb. "I will not hesitate to throw your body into a ditch and set it on fire."

"That's a new one," you comment drily. She snorts before twirling you around, letting your hand go.

So, bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry And them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin', "This'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die"

By the time you finish twirling, you find yourself face to face with Yelena again.

"What were you and Nat talking about?"

"Oh nothing. Just the usual. Kids and cute grandchildren." Yelena chokes on her spit.

"Kids?" You scrunch up your eyesbrows.

"Yeah. Unless you're not okay with that?" Yelena frantically shakes her head.

"No no! I'm fine with kids! More than fine." She smiles lovingly at you. You smirk.

"Natasha was right. You are whipped."

"What was that?"

"Nothing!"

She is yours and you are hers.

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A/n haaaaaa, sorry this took so long my dear 😅

@soft-for-goofballs

I match you with…

𝑳𝒆𝒗 𝑯𝒂𝒊𝒃𝒂

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐘𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐞𝐭

Ok just as a little refresher

If you don't remember, in your platonic matchup i made you a manager at karasuno

So let's just say this all took place at a training camp

Ok HC starts now...

Ah yes two shy beans meeting each other

To keep it short and sweet yall just bumped into each other

But for lil ol lev it felt like the world went into slow motion

He spent a good 2 minutes staring at you

Just admiring your beauty 😘

Then he realized that he had quite literally knocked you onto the floor

Then he low key panicked, asking if you were ok and apologizing MULTIPLE times

But you simply laughed, telling him it's fine

You then got up, bid him farewell, and went about your business

Now you would think it would all be over after that

But you'd be wrong

Soon after you left two particular third years came to fetch their underclassmen for practice

“Oooh who was that lev? Got a girlfriend?” kuroo asked

“Maybe if you stopped focusing on girls your receives would get better” yaku chimed in

Now usually would be the time where lev tries to defend himself against his upperclassmen

But he was still processing what the heck just happened

Cuz you were just so cute, and you seemed so nice and cool, and you probably hate him for running into you, now he can never talk to you again and ahhhhhhhhhhhhh

Fortunately yaku, and kuroo were able to pull him out of his thought

And thus begun levs attempts to “court” you

Yaku: Lev why are you making this weird

Kuroo: seriously dude who says “court” anymore”

Now his attempts at getting closer to you would be helping you with things

He would help you fill up water bottles, help you pick up volleyballs, along with your other manager duties

And he was over the moon when you offered to help him with some extra practice

Soon extra practicing turned into hanging out

And hanging out turned into a friendship

But sadly all goods things have to come to a end, and the time came where you and your team had to return to karasuno

So naturally he asked for your number to keep in touch

And you happily gave it to him (along with a little kiss on the cheek 👀 )

And you guys basically just built a relationship from there

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Oh god he loves when you steal his clothes

Mostly because you are very small compared to him so his clothes always tend to swallow you up

And honestly he just thinks you look cute in his clothes

He loves how much you care about him

If he's trying to get someone's attention but can't, your right there to help him out

If he hasn't called you within a couple of days, he can expect multiple text, calls, and on the rare occasion visits from you to make sure he's alright

He absolutely loves it when you go on your little rants

He just loves to see you so passionate and excited about something and he can't help but get a little excited himself

Finally he just LOVES your laugh

He loves it so much that he would do ANYTHING just to hear it

𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐃𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

So because of the distance between y'all, it's not everyday that you two can be together

But this does not stop him from spending time with you!

He really loves to play any online games with you

Whether it be imessage games, multiplayer games, you name it

But his favorite is getting on a video chat with you and playing things like hangman or pictionary using the drawing tool

And when you two are actually around each other he just loves to do whatever makes you the happiest!

Like i said before, he loves your laugh and smile so whatever makes you happy, makes him happy

𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐜

He helps you “practice” for when you meet with any VA’s

It's basically just you two on a zoom call while you practice asking question 😂

Lev really likes to buy new shirts

Except they're not for him

He buys them so you can wear them 😌

There was a point where you thought lev was dead because he had lost his phone

He exaggerates how you two met to ANYONE he meets

Like mans might as well be writing a whole wattpad story istg

𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲

Rat + Rabbit

While this may not be the best match in terms of the chinese zodiac there are still many positives with this match!

The Rat and the Rabbit from the Chinese zodiac can get along very well as either friends, lovers or business partners, but only if they invest some effort into their relationship and are determined to make it work.

The Rabbit is known as a gentle and kind person who may not be to the liking of the courageous and extroverted Rat.

The Rat and the Rabbit can be great as lovers because the first one is always energetic and fun, while the second one is subtle and introverted, so they complement each other and are capable of showing a lot of love and loyalty.

However There is an imbalance between them when it comes to arguments because Rats seem to always win as they’re shrewd and more gifted with words, while the Rabbit is shy and prefers to let others have the last word.

The Rabbit is the ideal partner for those who have been born in the year of the Rat because they’re always calm and know how to help others be the same as them.

That’s why the Rat is always less anxious or stressed when around a Rabbit. This means they’ll make wiser choices and commit themselves completely to the relationship.

It’s normal for the Rabbit to be moody, but Rats can always cheer them up. The Rabbit is also a rover of beauty and has a very artistic soul. It’s not unusual for them to all the time redecorate, which can be to the liking of the family-oriented Rat.

Because the Rat wants a happy family and a cozy home, they’ll always appreciate how the Rabbit manages to provide all of this to them.

Really the only problems would be the fact that the rat is more extroverted while the rabbit is more of an introvert

𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐀𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜

Soft love 💕

[rockthingsbymeg]

Birthday boy

Pairing: Steven Adler x fem!reader

Info: Smut [oral (female and male receiving), fingering, female masturbation], fluff, birthday celebrations; 5929 words

A/N: Time to celebrate this angel’s birthday! Happy birthday to the beautiful Steven Adler, aka popcorn and ray of sunshine! He’s an inspiration to so many of us and I hope he’s having an amazing day, wherever he is.

The room was pitch dark when Y/N woke up, only one or two days of sunshine managing to slip through the closed blinds. Steven snored loudly beside her, still deep in his sleep, with his arms around her waist and his forehead pressed against her upper back. He was burning hot against her, like always, and even warmer where his morning wood pressed between her ass cheeks, an occurrence she was no strange to.

For a few minutes, Y/N remained laying down, simply letting the calm around her lull her back to a state between sleep and being awake, until her brain worked for long enough to remind her what day it was.

January 22nd. Steven's birthday.

The acknowledgment sent a wide smile to her lips, and as carefully as she could, Y/N turned in Steven's loose grip, now facing him. His pink lips were pursued in a little pout, his face peaceful, though it would occasionally twitch the slightest, fruition, most likely, of a dream.

Whenever he was awake, Steven could hardly rest. High on cocaine or not, he always had plenty of energy, and while it was one of the things Y/N loved about him, she also treasured every minute she found him peaceful. It was a sight that warmed her heart, to watch him simply stop for a moment and be a bit calmer, and thankfully she got to see it each morning.

As much as she loved it, however, it was a special occasion, and even though she knew how much Steven loved sleeping in, she also knew how much he would love being woken up the way she planned.

His hard-on was firmly pressed against her thigh, teasingly close to her core, and with her plan in mind, she scooted her hips just slightly back giving her hand room enough to sneak between their bodies and wrap around him.

Her touch was loose, barely-there, feather-like, just the way that always had Steven squirming against her and faint whined leaving his pretty pink lips. It didn't fail her this time, and soon enough his sleeping figure was shifting around, lazily rolling on his back while his hips rolled up the slightest bit, chasing a stronger touch.

Y/N's lips were curled into a sweet smile as she watched a small, needy frown slowly creep it’s way up to his face, first deepening his pout and then making his brows furrow, his head lolling lazily on his pillow.

Y/N pulled her hand back for a few seconds, licking up her palm and then returning it to Steven's raging hard-on, its warmth burning under Y/N's slightly cold fingertips, and her touch became firmer, wrapping firstly around the base and doing a smooth movement all the way up, twisting just slightly at the tip and watching the precum create a small stain in their white bedsheets.

Steven’s body twisted back to its original spot, facing her, and his hips began moving at their own accord, his unconscious brain craving the release. Low whines were slipping through his parted lips and to an outsider he might have seemed that Steven was slowly waking up, but Y/N knew better. It took him more than that to wake up from his dreamful sleep, and she was going to give it to him, in due time.

“Babe...” Steven's voice slipped out in the silent room, so low and small that Y/N barely heard it.

It wasn't a rare occurrence for Steven to talk in his sleep, but Y/N still found it adorable each time it happened. Most times he didn’t make any sense but in others, he could actually hold a conversation, albeit a weird one.

“It feels good...” His whine came again, and he almost rolled on his belly, trying to hump her hand, but a soothing hand in his waist stopped him.

“I know, baby, I know.” Y/N kept her tone low and smooth, not wanting to jolt him awake, and carefully leaned a bit closer, pressing a delicate kiss to his lips, promptly starting a trail done the sensitive skin of his neck, over his collarbones, down his chest, and stomach, and stopping a bit around his hips, beginning to leave gentle nips and bites that had his waist moving faster towards her.

His dick throbbed in her hand, the vein on the underside pulsing almost violently against her thumb as she stroked it, and he got even harder if it was possible, the closer her mouth got. She was peppering kisses over the blonde, curly hair she found around his dick, harsh under her lips but somewhat smooth as well, and definitely familiar and welcoming.

Her kisses continued to venture further down, over the crease of his thigh and then over his crotch, making a line to his balls. There, his hips jerked up violently, and Y/N was afraid he might have woken up sooner than she wished, but a quick glance up told her he was still resting.

She continued with her trail of kisses, the taste of him on her lips a bit bittersweet but still one of her favorites in the world. His skin burned against her as she began kissing the underside of his dick, softly and steadily making her way further up until she was tasting the precum with the occasional peak of her tongue against him.

She held back her moans at the taste as she wrapped her lips around him, giving a quick, delicate suck, before she was sliding down, taking him into her warm, wet mouth. In his sleeping state, Steven let out a wanton moan, rolling on his back once more and thrusting up more violently than Y/N was expecting him to, making her gag around him and spit dribble down the corners of her mouth.

She did her best to be as quiet as she could, quickly steadying her breath and maintaining a slow rhythm, not pushing too deep so she wouldn't gag herself, but still deep enough that Steven could feel her throat close around the tip. She knew he could feel it because each time she lowered her mouth he would thrust up slightly, whining in his sleep.

His head began to roll around a bit faster, full of sleep and lust as he pushed his mouth against it, nuzzling it, muffling his sounds like he so often did while awake. His arms too began to move around, clenching the sheets in his hand and then letting go, his legs too occasionally shifting.

Aided by a night-lasting hard on and the gentleness of her movements, Steven's balls were already drawing dangerously up to his body. He was highly sensitive in the mornings, and Y/N was fully aware of that as she continued her job, with one of her hands moving to carefully yet precisely tug at his balls, while the other began to stroke the soft skin of his inner thigh.

She softly scratched her nails down his skin, the action getting firmer and stronger the closer she felt him get to his high, high-fiving herself internally at being able to pull her plan off with amazing perfection.

Steven's whines were turning into loud yet soft moans, and Y/N glanced up the exact minute his eyes began to blink. She could feel his dick twitch violently inside her mouth, burning hot and hard as a rock, and his balls were as tight as they could without him cumming. His sleep-weighted eyes peered down at her in his morning drowsiness, blue and with dark pupils blown wide, his pink lower lip trapped between his teeth as he admired the sight.

Y/N pulled herself long enough from his dick to smile up at him and say “Happy birthday, Stevie...” before she was quickly sucking him, focused on the sensitive tip, while the hand previously on his thigh wrapped around the exposed part of him and kept him warm.

A long, drawn-out “Fuck...” left Steven’s lips as he came, white, warm, sticky ropes of fun filling her mouth, shooting right to the roof before sliding down her throat, aided by her saliva. His taste was strong, this time, not the slightest bit tainted by sweat or her own juices.

She too was moaning with him, holding his tender, love-filled and lustful gaze, until he was fully spent, hips twitching just slightly into the warmth that still surrounded his softening dick. He laid limp on the bed, body shivering and jerking with aftershocks while Y/N made her way up his body, affectionate kisses dotting his skin until she met his lips, giving him quick, sweet pecks and gently laying herself on top of him, resting her elbows on the bed so she could look down at him. “How're you feeling, birthday boy?”

Steven chuckled airily, his hands coming up to rest on her waist and keep her close. He leaned his head up and kissed her, long, slow and passionate, not minding his own taste on her velvety tongue in the slightest. “Feelin' pretty good... and like I’m going to pay you back for that.”

“You don't have to, honey.” Her smile was genuine and so were her words as she laid her head on his chest, tracing mindless patterns on his ribs with her left index finger.

“Oh, I do. And I fuckin’ want to...” His smirk was clear in his voice as he spoke, his calloused, deft hands moving teasingly up and down the back of her thighs, the tips of his fingers coming dangerously close to where her body dripped for him.

Y/N resisted the urge to push back against his touch, and instead sat up on his thighs and took his hands in hers, smiling. “I wanna pamper you some more first, baby. After that, I'll let you do whatever you want to me...”

“Deal.” His toothy grin was laced with mischief in a good ol' Steven fashion, making her smile widen even more as she got up from his lap, climbing off the bed and wincing as the cold floor of her bedroom met her previously hot feet.

She walked quickly to a little chair in the corner of the room and pulled out a pair of warm socks, sweatpants, and a sweater she had stolen from Steven when he was still crashing in GN'R's storage room behind the Guitar Centre.

“I love seein’ ya in my clothes. Make you look real’ cute.” He had stretched out on the bed, taking up all the space and safely tucking the covers around himself, his big eyes filled with love as he gazed at her.

Her gaze met his, filled with the same amount of love, and Y/N walked quickly towards the bed, cradling Steven’s face in her hands and laying a kiss on his pink lips and another one on his nose. “I love you, baby. Now, I’m gonna get you breakfast with everything you love, and then we can have some fun... I already told the guys to come over at the end of the day with all the booze they can find and carry, and I called some other people too.”

Steven’s blond hair brushed against her face as he nodded with excitement, his grin so wide it probably hurt his cheeks and made him look cute as fuck, in Y/N's opinion at least. “That's fuckin’ awesome! It’s gonna be a great party, man!” His eyes wandered around the ceiling briefly, most likely daydreaming about what would happen at the party, before looking back at Y/N and kissing her again. “I love ya too, sweetheart.”

With that and a final peck on his nose, Y/N slipped outside her room and into her freezing hallway, that led directly to her kitchen/living room. After Steven had fallen asleep last night, Y/N had managed to sneak away from him and leave prepared a tray with six muffins, two chocolate ones, two vanilla ones, and two strawberry ones, as well as six donuts, with the same tastes as the muffins, with a glass of apple juice, his favorite. Before she went back, she put some coffee-making, so they both could get their morning fixes before any headaches settled.

With as much caution as she could, she carried the tray back to her room, setting it down in the mattress, in the space Steven had freed once he saw her by the door. He sat up on the bed, hungrily eyeing all the food and her, though the hunger towards her was a different one.

“You didn't have to do all this...” He smiled warmly at her, a wave of gratitude and flooding him, prompting him to reach forward and take her hand in his, tugging her onto his lap and giving her a hug, squeezing the breath out of her lungs.

With a little bit of cost but no complaints at all, she answered “Yes I did. I love you and it's your birthday, it’s the very least I could do.” She took a beautiful of air when Steven pulled back, cupping her cheeks in his warm hands, holding her like she was a china doll, and kissing her.

As he pulled back, one of his hands reached for the first muffin, a vanilla one, and he took a huge bite, spreading the icing all around his lips and a bit near his cheeks. “You're already gonna throw me a kickass party. That was enough.”

“I disagree.” Y/N shrugged and took a muffin too, a chocolate one, and took a bite, significantly smaller than Steven's, humming delightfully at the taste that spread through her taste buds.

Steven knew better than to argue with her on how much pampering and loving he truly deserved, so he simply pressed a frosting-filled kiss to her chocolaty lips and continued to devour his food. The silence around them was comfortable as they shared the food, along with sweet kisses and tender touches, until everything left on the tray was a bit of juice and one strawberry muffin.

Steven downed the rest of the juice in one go and held the muffin to her lips, his smile sweet, though his eyes shone with the slightest of lust. Y/N complied and took a bite, keeping her eyes on his and then giving him a quick peck on the lips, watching Steven eat the rest of the muffin almost as quickly as he had drunk, and barely giving her time enough to chew her own bite before he was flipping her on the bed, making her lay with her head on the pillows.

She squealed lightly as Steven damn near threw himself on top of her, kissing her hungrily and devouring the taste of her along with the sugar-coated goods they had devoured. He was never one to waste time, and it was no different when his hands ventured to the waistband of her pants, gently sliding them down her thighs and then, as smoothly as he could, pealing them off her legs, throwing them carelessly against a wall.

His hot kisses began their lustful trail down her neck, not without stopping a little by her ear and nibbling on the lobe for a few seconds. The action had sent her hips bucking against his, having shot a strong, pleasurable tingle all the way down her back and to the middle of her legs, and she felt Steven smile against her neck as he continued on his way down.

His calloused hands held her legs apart, for the time being, stroking the sensitive skin of her upper and inner thigh, his thumbs lightly brushing over the crease of her crotch, sending tingles to her fluttering, already wet entrance.

His mouth teased her nipples over the sweater, and even through that thick material, he could feel the nub hard, creating pressure against his own tongue as he rolled it. His touches became firmer, stronger, and he didn’t stop Y/N's hands as she slid one in his hair and the other between their bodies, giving her throbbing clit some much-needed relief.

He cast a glance at her actions as he moved down to her belly, growling with primal lust as her purple-colored nail rubbed circles and occasionally disappeared between her folds, returning covered in glistening, dripping in juices of her own.

His own hands lifted the sweater just a tad, his warm mouth continuing its trail down her body. He pressed open-mouthed kisses to her sternum, occasionally nipping the soft skin, and eventually reached her hips, doing a line from one side to the other with the tip of his tongue, wasting no more time and quickly dipping to her core, easily sliding his tongue inside her.

The sudden action made Y/N's hips rise from the bed, and Steven didn’t stop her. He folded his arms underneath himself and held his upper body up, thrusting his tongue in and out and accompanying the slither of her hips.

His eyes were glued to her face, watching her eyes fight to stay open, but eventually losing and rolling back in her skull, disappearing being her drooping lids. Her mouth fell open, though her sounds were still fairly low, something he planned on changing quite soon.

He moaned against her body as both her hands tangled in his hair, not caring the slightest bit that her dominant hand was smearing her juices over his hair, which was tickling her thighs, though the tickles turned her on more than they made her want to laugh. She was not entirely used to it when they started to date, but two weeks into their relationship it had become one of her favorite feelings in the world.

His tongue was still sliding in and out of her, rhythm steady and fast, and she could feel a mix of spit and her own juices soaking down her body, most likely slipping on the bed as well. It didn’t bother her at all, and her mind quickly forgot all about it in favor of focusing on Steven's nose pressing firmly against her clit.

Its soft point was doing wonders against the throbbing nob, pushing a lustful moan out of Y/N, loud enough to be heard by the poor elderly lady who lived next door. There was no doubt she would be getting a sideways, disgusted look next time they met in the hallway, but that concern was the last thing on Y/N's mind.

Her thoughts were on the way her legs shook around Steven, on the steadily growing heat in the pit of her belly, burning, turning, twisting. Her hips continuously moved up and down, easy and fluid like a wave, Steven's mouth following suit at a perfect pace. While having her hips pinned down forcefully on the bed while she was forced to take whatever Steven gave her was one of the hottest things she had ever felt, there was something incredibly pleasurable as well about being able to move however she wanted. The fact that no matter how she moved, his talented mouth followed suit made it hot enough that she could feel a warm gush of her liquid spilling into Steven's mouth.

The thought made heat rise to her cheeks, especially when Steven hummed as lewdly as he could, swallowing with ease, his bright blue eyes peering up hungrily at her.

“Steven... please...” The words tumbled out of her lips without her control, not even giving her brain time enough to actually think about what she was begging for, but Steven seemed to read her like an open book.

His tongue slid out of her, the sensation making her legs fail her and her lips collapse back on the bed, only to immediately rise again when Steven slid two calloused, thick, warm fingers inside her, her body showing absolutely no resistance as he began to move them at the same pace his mouth had been, the tips crooked gently upward to massage a little spot that had Y/N whimpering like crazy, her grip tightening in his hair.

He watched her reaction intently as his mouth wrapped around her clit, sucking it into his mouth and then smoothing his tongue over it, doing lazy circles before directly pressing it with the tip, repeating all over again.

His free arm wrapped around her hips this time, keeping her still so his hand could work as fast as he wanted it to, which was as fast as it could go, making sure he hit her g-spot every time. He could feel the irregular pulse of her walls contracting down on him, the irregular pace at which her body shook and twisted in his tight grasp, and the realization put a smirk on his lips.

He didn’t manage to do this to Y/N that often. In fact, he had only done it twice, the first time being an accident and the second one taking him longer than he had wished for.

He could see it in her eyes that she knew what was coming. Each time it happened Y/N got a bit embarrassed, though Steven never quite understood why. It was a major stroke for his ego, and it drove her wild like she was on cloud 9. There were only good things when this happened.

“Come on, babe. Please... I wanna taste it... wanna taste ya...” Steven's tone was low and muffled against her clit, his pink lips shinning lewdly with spit and her lust, his hand’s pace never faltering.

Her grip tightened in his hair once more, gently pushing his mouth back on her clit, to which Steven obeyed with no protest. She took his left hand, the one laid around her waist, and placed it on her right breast, stroking his arm with one hand as he began to pinch and roll her nipple in his fingers.

She wished she could feel his hand around her throat, but his arms were not that long, so she settled for doing it herself, cutting her air circulation until she felt herself getting dizzy. She knew her limit, and she held it until something inside her finally snapped.

With a constricted whine, Y/N's body went rigid under Steven's ministrations, her insides tightening around him like a vice for a couple seconds before they began spasming, sending gush after gush of warm liquid down his fingers. Steven couldn’t stop himself from dipping his tongue for a taste, his thumb hastily continuing the circles on her clit until her body fell limply on the bed, aftershocks coursing through her.

He carefully pulled his fingers out, rising on his knees and stroking his hands down the inside of her thighs. His eyes trailed over her tired body, his gaze loving and sweet, with pride slipping into it at the achievement of making her squirt. He mentally counted it as a birthday gift, and while he knew Y/N had something else in store for him, that would have been more than enough.

Her eyes, previously closed while her mind slowly focused back on earth, blinked open to find Steven's wide smile. Her own lips mimicked his actions, and her shaky hands raised up to pull him into a loving kiss. He went without much effort, draping his body gently on top of hers and letting her control the pace, enjoying the softness of her skin under his own.

He carefully laid on his side and pulled her along, hooking her right leg over his hip and not breaking the kiss, moaning softly against it as his palm traced soothing circles.

“Wanna go take a shower?” His voice was smooth and low, not wanting to disturb the peace and quiet around them.

Y/N chuckled softly and nodded, swallowing so her dry throat would get moistened and stretching on the bed. “I do, but you're gonna have to carry me... I can’t feel my legs.”

The admission brought a proud smirk to Steven's face, who promptly rolled off the bed and strolled to her side, picking her up. “I love knowing that...” He kissed her briefly as he made his way to her shower, careful not to bump into any walls or doors, and managing it.

As he sat her down on the toilet and turned to get the water warming, he heard a hiss and a slight curse, telling the cold toilet seat to go fuck itself, before getting up and wrapping her arms around his waist. “How're you always so warm?”

“I don’ know, babe. I just am.” He chuckled, letting her use his body as a private heater and keeping a hand under the cold spray of water, waiting for it to turn hot.

While they waited, Y/N began peppering feather-light kisses on his back, occasionally nuzzling his skin and basking in his warmth and scent. Her eyelashes occasionally tickled him, making him give her the lightest pinch while they stroked her arms.

His blue eyes glanced down, his pink lips stretching wide as he noticed the little goose-bumps that raised beneath his touch. He never imagined he would be able to make a girl feel this way even after almost a year since they began dating. It warmed his heart to see how much Y/N lit up when he was around, how she gushed over every present he managed to give her, big or small, but most importantly, how much love and gratitude she showed him each and every single day.

“I love you.” His voice was small as he turned to her, not wanting to disturb the peace of such a sweet, tender moment. He reached behind himself quickly to check the temperature of the water, and then took Y/N's hand, guiding her inside the shower.

“I love you too, baby.” Her smile was so wide it seemed like her cheeks were hurting, and Steven wondered if he looked half as beautiful when he grinned, since Y/N told him the exact same thing he had thought pretty often. “I was thinkin’, what do you think we order a large pizza, watch some movies, and just laze during the rest of the day until it’s time to get ready for your party?” Her hands were smoothing his chest, gliding easily, aided by the water, as Steven reached for the soap and the shampoo.

“Sounds like a pretty fuckin' awesome plan to me.” He nodded, handing her the shampoo while he began to wash his own body with the soap.

[...]

After their quick shower, Y/N and Steven went into the kitchen to enjoy a good cup of coffee, immediately moving to her living room. Steven went through the small pile of VCR tapes underneath the TV and chose their favorite movies, popping the first one in and settling by their side.

They had lazed around the entire morning, exchanging sweet kisses while laughing over the movie or play fighting when Steven decided to tickle attack her.

Around lunchtime, just like they had settled, Steven called their favorite pizza place and ordered two large pizzas. One for himself, and one for Y/N, as well as some cokes. They sat the food in her small, round coffee table in the middle of her living room and spent the rest of the afternoon eating the pizzas, sharing slices between each other, and starting a very small food fight, that ended up with Steven licking a line of cheese of Y/N's face.

The entire day, all Steven could think about was how lucky he was to have Y/N in his life. Someone who cared for him, who loved him, who he could be himself with, and talk about his passions, and dreams, the future.

Y/N had never, not once, judged him or criticized him for anything he did. She accepted him the way he was, in his goofy, horny, loving way, and she reciprocated by being herself around him, without fear of judgment, because she knew Steven would never do such a thing.

Steven had never thought he'd find someone who accepted him so wholeheartedly, and so, he always made sure to show his gratitude and his love for her.

They were laying on the couch, Y/N's head resting peacefully in the crook of his neck, with his arms securely around her waist. A random movie played in the background, though the volume was so low neither of them could actually listen. They had settled for the silence, resting as much as they could, because they knew once people started coming, it would be a long time before they could do it again. Not that any of them minded.

“Y/N,” Steven’s voice was soft and as quiet as it could be, as not to disturb the silence around them. “I love you, so much. Thank you for always being here.”

Y/N lifted her head, a wide smile on her lips as she looked down into Steven's bright eyes. They showed so much love, such pure, true emotions and feelings that she never thought one would feel for her.

“You don't need to thank me for that. I want to be here for you. I love you so much, angel, more than I could ever show you...” Her words were honest, as honest as they could, and she knew Steven could feel it, as he hugged her tight once more, coaxing her to lay her head back down on his shoulder.

[...]

As the quiet, peaceful afternoon gave place to a loud, rowdy night, Y/N found herself glued to Steven on the dance floor, which was actually her living room. Music boomed through her speakers, the bass and drums seeming to vibrate inside her own ribcage as Steven's hands roamed her sides and his lips roamed her neck.

The band had been the first ones to get there and Slash, as sneakily from Steven as possible, had managed to bring Y/N's gift and helped her hide inside her room.

For Steven's birthday, Y/N had managed to get him two baby pugs and had asked Slash to babysit them for a couple of days. The two little puppies were sleeping calmly inside Y/N's bedroom, and not even the loud chatter and music had managed to wake them up.

Steven was none the wiser to them yet, and wouldn't become in the next few hours until everyone had either left or passed out somewhere in the house.

“The party is fucking awesome, Y/N!” Steven had managed to detach himself from Y/N's skin long enough to admit, his grin as wide as his coke-blown pupils and his lips plump and dark pink from the kissing they had been going at a few moments prior.

“I'm glad you like it, baby!” She had to yell I’m his ear to be heard, but none of that bothered them as they went back to their steamy make-out session, Y/N seeing her hips in time with the beat and feeling Steven's hands cup her ass.

“Popcorn, stop fucking face for a second, it's cake time!” Duff's drunk voice boomed around the small house as someone lowered the music just a tad, enough to get everyone into the living room so happy birthday could be sung.

Steven beamed as bright as the day as Y/N wrapped her arms around his waist and stood behind him, singing along with everyone as Duff held the cake in front of them, twenty-one candles lit and shining brightly.

As the song ended, Steven blew all the candles and turned to press a long, sloppy kiss to Y/N's cheek. He reached forward and plucked all the small candles out of the cake, holding them together and biting the cake-lathered ends, closing his eyes and mentally making a wish.

He put the candles on an abandoned plastic cup and followed Duff into the kitchen, helping him and Y/N hand cake around to everyone.

[...]

The party went on with multiple drunken games. Spin the bottle and strip poker had been the main attractions, mostly because they were the two games that would, most certainly, end with naked girls and/or people making out.

A few drinking games had been going on as well, resulting in people rushing to the bathroom to throw up (some of them not managing and instead of going for the window) and others passing out earlier than they probably wished to.

Around five in the morning, everyone was passed out, had gone home, or was still up, but had given up dancing and drinking for a couple chilled smokes and stupid talks, or make-out sessions.

Steven and Y/N were sweating, drunk, and happy, both chilling on their couch and winding down from the night.

As Y/N looked around and took in their much quieter, calmer surroundings, she tapped Steven twice on the thigh, getting his attention from two girls making out. “Ya wanna come to check out your gift?”

“Y'got me a gift? Babe, you didn't have to...” Steven nodded either way, following Y/N as she got up and walked to her room, her head spinning a bit, though not nearly as much as Steven's.

They got into her room, closing the door behind themselves and Steven took two seconds to register the curled up balls of fur in her comforter, instantly going for them and kneeling by their side on the bed, his hand carefully stroking their fur.

“Oh my god! They’re mine?! Both of them?!” His grin and excitement reminded her of a little child for a moment, albeit a very drunk and high one.

Y/N smiled back and nodded, taking a seat by his side and stroking the puppies' fur as well. “All yours, babe.” She watched Steven pick one up as carefully as he could, the little guy barely stirring and soon curling up in his hand against his chest, its little paws pressing into Steven.

“We gotta come up with names for ‘em...” Steven lifted their back paws carefully checking that the one on his hold was a boy and the other one was a girl, his face adopting a thinking expression. “This little guy... he's gonna be... Drum!” The proud glint in his eye told Y/N he was firm on his decision, though he was very likely not to remember the names in the morning. “And the girl... She can be Belle. Like that Disney princess.” He gently picked her up, holding her against his chest as well and laying back on the bed, letting the puppies curl on top of him.

“Drum and Belle... I like it.” Y/N smiled at him, laying down by his side and looking at him.

She was taking in his features under the moonlight that poured through the window, one of the few light sources in the almost dark room. He looked so happy, at ease and content, and it made her proud that she had managed to make his birthday an awesome day for him, even if it had gotten her neighbors complaining all night and earned her a few death glares for the next weeks.

“Happy birthday, Stevie...”

His head turned to her and his smile stood on even as he pressed his lips to hers in a soft kiss, pouring as much love and gratitude into it as his drunk self could.

“Thank you, Y/N. I love you.”

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Love Lessons (Oliver Sway x Jess O’Neill)

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“Oliver?” Jess asked, tilting her head questioningly as he froze, poised above her exactly where she wanted him but staring like a deer in headlights.

“I don’t...I’m...I’ve…” he stumbled over his own words as he tried to explain, before rolling off to the side with an explosive sigh.

“You don’t have to be afraid to tell me anything,” she said, rising up on her elbow so that she was the one looking down at him now. “I’m not going to judge. I love you.”

“There’s never been girls exactly lining up to get with the weird long-haired music nerd. So I’m...not experienced with this. I don’t know what I’m doing. Nikolai said that--”

The rest of his words were mumbled as she lightly pressed a hand over his mouth to silence him. 

“I don’t want to talk about Nikolai while we’re in bed, alright?” she asked, eyes crinkling with laughter. “And I don’t care about...look it’s not something you can become an expert at. Well, I guess you could, but you don’t need to be. Just...trust your instincts. And trust me.”

“What?” he asked, face contorted and words still muffled until she drew her hand away.

She leaned down, lightly kissing the corner of his mouth. “Sex is about communicating, listening.”

She dipped further, kissing the underside of his jaw. “I’ll show you.”

A third kiss to his Adam's Apple as he swallowed nervously. “What I like.” 

Now she nipped at his collarbone, smirking at the whimper that escaped him. “What I don’t.”

Her hair brushed against his skin, tickling him as she placed the next on his chest, just over his heart. “What’ll make me putty in your hands.”

She sat back, looking at him. “And you tell me the same. Or we don’t have to do this right now, if you’re not ready…?”

“What? Why wouldn’t I…?” he seemed appalled that she would even suggest such a thing.

“It was a question, Ollie. You’re nervous, and seem a little uncomfortable. I just wanted to make sure you’re sure about this.”

“I am.” He stared earnestly into her eyes as he assured her, not an ounce now of hesitation.

She smiled, nodding softly in acceptance as she let him draw her down, mouths meeting and tongues twining, breathing each other like they were more necessary than air. The fingers of one hand curled against his chest, the other tangling its way into that long, wild mane she loved. Without breaking the kiss, she shifted one leg over his so that she sat across his lap.

He kept her close with his hand around her back and slowly trailed over her ribs, gently exploring the skin until he brushed over the band of her bra and stopped short. She pulled back, just enough to meet his eyes, and smirked at him.

“You think you can take that off, or do you want me to do it for you?” she teased. 

He made a childish, mocking face and she giggled, the bubbly noise trailing off into a surprised gasp as he undid the clasp with shocking deftness and guided the garment off. After he cast it aside, he ran his hands slowly down her chest and stomach, and then back up to cup and squeeze the soft flesh of her breasts. Hoping he remembered how she liked to be touched, and that it was the same without layers of clothing between them, he ran the pads of his thumbs across her nipples, pressing as he did. 

She arched into his touch, a soft mewling sound escaping her.

“Gentler,” she hummed as he stroked back the other way. “I can feel it without so much pressure.”

Moving torturously slow, he barely brushed across her nipples a third time before changing patterns, setting a tempo, her body writhing to a silent waltz. Hesitantly he half-sat up in the bed, bending at the waist beneath her, so that he could add his lips, soft and wet against her feverish skin. 

“Oh,” she breathed, one hand bracing beside them and the other wrapping around his head, pressing him further against her. 

Jess wanted to scream for how badly she wanted more, but she tried to fight back the feeling. Tonight was supposed to be about Ollie. She slid her hands slowly down his neck and across his collar, marvelling in the trail of goosebumps her touch left, even as he drove her close to begging. Gently she took him by the shoulders and pushed him back again, his lips leaving her with a soft smack. She smiled down at him, placing a quick peck to the end of his nose, motioning for him to stay put. 

Slowly, she trailed featherlight kisses down his body again, continuing lower until her breath ghosted over the erection between his legs. She wrapped her fingers around it, dragging her nails teasingly along the vein. Ollie whimpered, her name coming out in a stutter as she continued to stroke it, alternating twists of her wrist and teasing the head with her thumb.

“Do you like that?” She asked, smirking down at him.

“Y-yes, fuck, Jess…” he moaned, stretching out his hands to her, wanting to touch some part, any part of her. 

“Do you want to grab my hair Ollie?” she urged, shifting on the bed so he could reach. “Go ahead. You can even pull it if you like.”

Hesitantly he combed his fingers through her hair, and she slowed her own motions to mimic him, using her free hand to hold his hips as he tried to buck against her. After a few strokes and pleading moans that did nothing to move her, although each sound stirred her and she could feel her panties becoming soaked, he seemed to realize what she was doing. Experimentally his grip tightened, wrapping the strands around his hands. She rewarded him with a soft moan and picked up the speed of her motions. As he bucked harder, lifting slightly off the bed despite her weight pressing on him, she bent down, relishing in the pull against her scalp, and pressed a kiss to his head, tongue darting out to brush the slit. 

He gasped sharply, yanking her head back in surprise. She yelped, the pain stinging. 

“Shit. Sorry. Are you okay?” He cried, rushing to release his hold and trying to sit up to check on her. 

“Relax,” she laughed, moving both hands to his shoulders and her face to hover over his. “I'm fine. Are you?”

“Yeah. Yes. Fine. Just. That felt...I don’t think I’ll last very long if you keep doing that.” He flushed, embarrassed by the revelation, and she leaned in to kiss him softly. 

“It’s okay Ollie. Those are things I want you to tell me. I just want to make you feel good. And I don’t mind whether we don’t make it to tab A, slot B tonight.”

He frowned in confusion before sputtering a laugh at her euphemism before sobering. “I do though. I want to make you feel good too Jess. That’s...all I ever want.”

“Oh Ollie,” she sighed, brushing back his wild hair. “You’re too sweet.” 

She kissed him again and he wrapped his arms tighter around her shoulders, keeping her close and pressing his tongue between her lips. She sighed into it, parting easily for him, letting him consume her until her head spun from the lack of air. 

As she pulled back enough for them both to breathe, his hand wandered down her spine, making her shiver. She ground her clothed core against him as he dove to reconnect their lips and held her, seeking any amount of friction she could, their tangle of tenderness and passion making her head spin. 

“I want you.” She surprised herself with how suddenly and fiercely the words slipped from her. 

“I’m yours,” he promised, voice cracking slightly. 

Her heart fluttered, but the slick between her thighs and the fire in her stomach kept her from appreciating the sentiment. 

“No. I mean…” she took one of his hands in hers, reaching down and guiding it to her wet folds for him to feel. “I want you. Inside me, on top of me, anything. Please.”

He inhaled sharply as their overlapped fingers found her clit, leading him in circles over it that made her keen softly into his skin where she pebbled kisses to the underside of his jaw. Cautiously he cradled her with his free arm and rolled them so that she lay beneath him, hair spread like a halo. Slowly, he slid her underwear down, tracing lines on the sensitive skin of her inner thighs and the back of her knees, fingers reverent. 

“Wait,” she said, stopping him cold as he started to make his way back up her body. 

“What...what is it? Did I do something wrong?”

“No. No, you’re...god you’re amazing. But...the last thing either of us needs right now is a baby,” she repressed a shudder at the thought. “Bottom drawer.” 

She pointed to the nightstand to her left, waiting patiently where she lay as he scrambled to retrieve a condom and fumbled with the little foil package. Trying to suppress a laugh, she took it from him, pulling him close as she slid it over his erection, making him moan again in the process. 

“There, now...where were we?” she teased, brushing him through her slick, teasing herself on him. “Right about, here?” She lined him up with her entrance as she spoke.

He nodded, biting his lip and closing his eyes as he slowly slid inside.

“Oliver,” she whined maybe a tiny bit exaggeratedly, as he filled her, satiating a hunger in her gut. 

He groaned as he continued to press, seeking a seat deep within her, until he couldn’t go any more. Then he froze for a moment, confidence lost. Wrapping one hand around the back of his neck and scratching lightly with her nails to catch his attention, she pulled his gaze up from where they joined and made him meet her eyes. Sure that he was paying attention, that he could see the need and desire she felt for him, she rolled her hips slowly, leading him into motion. 

His thrusts remained erratic and sharp and punctuated by grunts and pants, driving hard and imprecise. She took one of his hands again, the other braced against the pillows beside her head, and led him to her clit, reminding him of the motions that made her cry his name and gasp, made him moan as her walls fluttered around him in response. 

“Yes, Ollie,” she panted, her hand dropping to clutch the sheets as he proved a quick study of her body, musician’s instinct helping him to play her to crescendo. “Fuck. Yes. I’m so close…”

“Jess! Fuck!” The way her body reacted to him and the earlier teasing proved to be too much for him as he found his own climax with a cry. 

He continued to thrust awkwardly into her, face twisting in guilt that he didn’t bring her to completion, until he had spilled completely into the condom. He tried to keep on even as he softened and finally gave up. As he pulled out, hands still working, by chance he brushed against the sweet spot within her and something snapped. 

She tugged on his neck, pulling him into a crushing, needy kiss as the orgasm she didn’t expect to have tonight found her, waves of fire overtaking her and leaving her a puddle. He stopped, still half inside, feeling her body spasm around him, pulling away though she tried to chase his lips, a look of concern crossing his face. When he found no trace of pain in her face, only the blissed smile and glassy eyes she fixed on him, he reconnected, tongue tangling with hers before he collapsed to her side.

“Wow,” he panted, rolling onto his back, and she laughed, resting her cheek against his chest despite the sheen of sweat covering it.  

~

She wasn’t sure how much time passed, drifting in and out of sleep tucked close under Ollie’s arm, her head resting above his heart. She was dimly aware of his fingers tracing patterns on her shoulder where he held her, and of the stiff way that he laid there, staring up at the ceiling rather than sleeping. But she knew him well enough by now to know that asking him for his thoughts wouldn’t get much of anywhere. Instead, she waited, tracing her own shapes on his sternum. 

Finally, after she was starting to think that they’d spend the rest of their night in this holding position, Ollie spoke.

“I found it,” he said, sounding sadder than she expected from such a proclamation. 

“Oh,” she tried not to let her own disappointment creep into her tone. She knew their time was short, and that he was leaving once he found his record, but as a nebulous thing that didn't sting nearly as much as the reality, or the fact that he had kept it from her until now, did.

“I’ve got it tucked away until I can figure out how to leave with it.”

“Figure out? Aren’t you just going to put it in your luggage and go?”

“I need a reason. She’ll be suspicious if I just take off.”

“I could pretend to break up with you? I think anyone would buy that as a reason to cut your losses and bail.” 

“No, that won’t work.” He shook his head, the ends of his long hair tickling her cheek. 

“Why not?”

“Because I want you to come with me.”

She sat up in bed, curling one knee to her chest and leaning her chin on it as she turned to look at him, eyes wide. 

“Ollie...you know I can't.”

“Why not?” He sat up too, facing her. “Screw this place.”

“Flawed or not, this is my home. I...have responsibilities, and I built a life here. Which means no matter how much I want to, I can't just pack up and run away with Prince Charming.”

“I know it’s a lot to ask, but Jess, I love you.” The tone of voice seemed to say that should be enough, and that she shouldn’t need anything else to do just that. 

She sighed, scrubbing a hand over her face. “I...can we talk about this tomorrow? I don’t want to ruin tonight…and we’re both tired...”

He looked for a moment like he might argue before he deflated, pulling her into his arms and they both lay back down. “Yeah, sure. Tomorrow.”

[ororowrites]

By the Open Fire - Yahya x Black Character

I’m getting back into the writing spirit and decided to write a little Christmas one-shot about my latest celebrity crush. Merry Christmas, Happy Kwanzaa and Happy Holidays! 

Warnings: Very, very, light smut, fluffy as hell

Word Count: 2,664

Six months was entirely too long to be away from the love of her life. 

Candace tapped the tip of her pen against the blank page, hoping her writer’s block would magically disappear. Being an actress was so much easier than trying to write a novel. Why didn’t Candace just stick to her day job? Since the pandemic began, she was trying her hand at other talents and writing a novel seemed to be the one wish on her wish list that stood out. On top of Yahya being out of the country filming for most of the year, Candace was in search of a way to fight a depression that was on the brink of flooding her life. Her filming project had come to a halt until 2021 and she was stuck in her Manhattan apartment until it was safe to come out again.

Yahya would be home in a couple of days and Candace was looking forward to his arrival. So many months a part made her heart ache and the heart below her waist. After hundreds of facetime calls, numerous texts a day and a few Zoom sessions that included their shared friends, her man would be there in the flesh. 

“Fuck,” Candace cursed under her breath. The block wasn’t budging, forcing the actress to give up and retreat to the kitchen for wine. Her phone rang, interrupting her attempt to brainstorm for the next chapter in her book. “You always call at the perfect time,” she groaned at her twin sister on the other end of the line. 

“Candy, you can never just say hello like a normal human,” Trinity laughed. “But did mama call you with the latest gossip?” 

“No, but she’s been texting me all damn day. I’ve been busy so I haven’t checked them yet. Wassup,” she pressed, knowing the gossip was most likely church related. Their mother had been an usher at the same church since they were nine. 

“Girl,” Trinity exclaimed, before explaining the recent Chicago gossip. “Mrs. Jackson got caught cheating with James. Someone saw them out at the park together, kissing up on each other and all that.” 

“Ewww, in this panoramic,” Candace gagged. “I’m not shocked though. That old floozy was always flirting with daddy and almost made mama beat her ass one Easter Sunday. Remember that?” 

Trinity cackled, “Boooooy, mama was about to peel that woman’s skin back and break her neck. Ol’ girl was trying it that day and knows she is too old to still be acting like that. But enough about Florence, what have you been up to today? Ain’t your man on his way back to New York?” 

 Candace rolled her eyes because she knew where this conversation was going. Her sister had four children, leaving Candace the only childless sibling left in the pack of five children. 

“He’ll be back in two days and then we’re going to Colorado for Christmas. Since we can’t gather for the holidays, figured we’d go somewhere where we can safely distance ourselves but still get away. You know,” Candace said, swirling the wine around in her glass before taking a sip. 

“Mmmhhhhmmm. You gon’ get knocked up in them mountains,” Trinity added in a serious tone. “You two renting out a cabin or something up there?” 

“Ain’t nobody getting knocked up until she has a ring on her finger. Yes, we’re getting a cabin and just chillin’ out. Yahya has been working and needs a break. I’ve been....lonely.” Candace paced her kitchen, trying to think of an excuse to end this call before her twin irritated her soul. 

“Ya’ll haven’t seen each in months, he’s going to tear--” 

“Trin!” One major difference between the two of them was the lack of filter on Trinity’s part. The woman would say anything in front of anyone. “Look, I need to go straighten up before before Yah gets here. I’ll talk to you later?” 

Trinity sighed loudly on the other end because she knew her sister was rushing her off the call. Not liking people in her relationship business bugged Trinity because she was the nosey twin that wanted to know everything, much like their mother. “Well at least you won’t be needing to replace the batteries in that vibrator any time soon since the real Dr. Manhattan is back in the picture.” Before Candace could reply to the vulgar comment, Trinity squeezed out a quick ‘love you’ before hanging up. 

“Nasty ass,” Candace rolled her eyes and placed the phone back in the pocket of her jeans. 

The next two days were the same song. Candace’s brain did not want to focus on writing, so she eventually gave up and settled on online shopping to ease her frustration. The night her beautiful man was supposed to return, the actress fell asleep on the couch. His flight had been delayed by a couple of hours and he didn’t make it home until 3AM. 

He quietly entered the apartment, knowing Candace could never stay awake past twelve. The 6′3 actor, tip toed across the floor doing his best ballerina impression. Light snores could be heard over the infomercial playing on the television. She looked peaceful, almost child-like curled up on the sofa under her favorite coral throw. Yahya slowly leaned in, placing a soft kiss on Candace’s pouted lips. She stirred slightly, mumbling under her breath and fell back into a slumber. 

“Baby,” he sung into her ear, placing another kiss on her cheek. 

“Hmm.” Candace finally opened her eyes to see her Christmas gift standing right in front of her. Even with blurred vision, the smell of his cologne was a dead giveaway. She screeched and scurried to her feet to throw her arms around Yahya’s neck. Naturally, her legs wrapped around his waist as he rocked them back and forth. “I missed you so much.” 

“I missed you too,” he grunted, peppering Candace’s face in kisses. “My baaaaaaby,” Yahya sang as they fell to the sofa in a heap of long limbs. “It smells good in here, what you cook?” 

“Negro, you’re always looking for the food. Ol’ hungry ass,” Candace shook her head and playfully punched her lover’s bicep. “But, I saved you some fried rice and shrimp...homemade because that’s the only dish I’m good at.” 

“Oh, that’s not the only dish you’re good at,” he bit his lip, pulling Candace into a slow, passionate kiss, showing her how much he really missed her. With both of them being in the industry, they understood the heartache that came with being in a relationship and not seeing your significant other for weeks or months at a time. In this case, their time away from each other was extended due to the pandemic. “Mmmmm,” Yahya hummed into Candace’s lips before pulling away. He wanted to save the X-rated loving for their trip when he would have more time to rest and beat the severe jet lag from flying across the world for 12 hours. 

“We should get some food in this belly, babe,” Candace couldn’t contain the big cheesy grin that made her cheeks hurt. 

------- 

Christmas Eve 

Toni Braxton’s sultry voice filled the cabin as Yahya finished pouring the wine for their night cap. They had a busy day on the slopes trying not to kill themselves or break any bones. 

“Baby, where your fine ass at,” Yahya called out, making his way to the living room. The fireplace crackled, sending waves of heat throughout the cabin’s living area. The sun had set, but the mountains were still glowing against the dark sky. Their view was impeccable and the mood was set for a night of bonding and loving. “Candy, don’t make me come get you.” He warned playfully, sitting in front of the fire on their floor palette they had built earlier that night. 

“What was that,” Candace teased, stopping in the doorway getting a front row view of Yahya’s bare upper half. His back muscles bulged as he tended to the fire. 

“You back there sleeping, old lady,” he asked, with his back still turned away from her. 

“No, I was back there wrapping one last gift,” she replied, her voice dropping an octave prompting Yahya to turn around. 

His eyes almost fell out of his head, “Damn girl.” Pulling his bottom lip into his mouth, he moved forward, inspecting the gift that was screaming to be unwrapped. “This all for me?” 

“Every inch of it.” Her words almost came out as a moan. The way this man was eyeing her had moisture pooling between her legs. The fancy lingerie wouldn’t last long at this rate. Words became an afterthought when actions began to do all the talking. All it took was a soul turning kiss to send them both to the floor on their palette in front of the fireplace. Candace couldn’t tell if the fire had her skin tingling or the anticipation of having his hands rubbing over the most sensitive parts of her body. The wine and fruits sitting on the mantle quickly became an afterthought. 

For minutes, they enjoyed exploring each other and parts they hadn’t touched in months. Yahya was nestled between Candace’s thighs, both of them breathless and horny. Candace’s lace get up was quickly removed and thrown to the side. She giggled when his lips grazed her belly button, those giggles soon turning into pants and whispered obscenities. With gentle licks, he coaxed her clit out of its hood.

 Toys were fun but they weren’t the real thing and oh did she miss the real thing. See, the real thing knew exactly how to pull her close to the edge before sending her back. Her man’s skilled tongue sank deeper drawing intricate patterns in her center as she massaged the top of his head with her fingertips. 

Candace’s breath hitched in her throat and her thighs shook awaiting the impending release. “Jesus,” she moaned as her body suddenly felt light and her center thumped. 

“Still as sweet as I remember,” he grinned, kissing Candace’s inner thigh. 

Another track on their Toni Braxton Christmas playlist began to play and Yahya rested his head on Candace’s stomach. Time was precious and Yahya didn’t want to waste an ounce of the rare quiet moment they had. Soon, they’d both be filming again and the world would be back to normal. 

“What’s on your mind, baby,” Candace asked, her heart and breath back to a steady rhythm. 

“I don’t spend enough time with you. At least not lately,” he began. “I knew what I was getting into when we were back in school. Still makes me feel bad though.” 

“Yah, I enjoy all the moments that we do get to spend together. You’ve been working your ass off this year. Yes, I would love more times like this but we should also celebrate all your accomplishments. Because you’re doing the damn thang and I’m so proud of you.” 

“Thank you. You always say the right shit to get me together,” he chuckled. “Sometimes a nigga just be in his feelings and I missed the hell out of you those six months.” 

“Yeah, six months has never gone by that slowly. You should see my credit card statements. I’ve never purchased that many sex toys in my life,” Candace covered her face with her arm. 

“Word? Well.... you won’t be needing those sex toys for awhile.” 

A smirk formed on her lips when she felt him bump against her thigh, “No, no, you just sit back and relax. I got this.” Sitting up, Candace placed a hand on Yahya’s chest, prompting him to switch her spots. 

“You are beautiful,” Yahya’s eyes gleamed. After all these years, he could still make Candace blush like a little school girl. “Don’t hide that smile, girl.” His large hands massaged her thighs as she eased him inside of her. 

They both exhaled, letting Toni Braxton serenade them through the night.

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Christmas Morning

They had finally made it to bed and got a few hours of sleep before Christmas morning arrived and it was time to get up for their next day of adventures. 

First, they needed to re-fuel their bodies after the festivities that took place the night before in front of the fireplace and in the bedroom. The shower also got some of their loving that morning. Candace could hear Yahya singing his own version of Joy to the World while whipping up his famous oatmeal. That man never knew the words to any song but sung his own words with all the confidence in the world. 

“Yah, do you ever know the words,” Candace questioned, placing a quick kiss on his cheek before grabbing a bowl from one of the kitchen shelves. 

“Nope,” he replied in a matter of fact tone. “It’s the Abdul-Mateen version.”

“Uh huh, sure.” 

Over breakfast, they continued joking about Yahya’s talent of making up his own versions of songs. Joy and love was on full display. They had always been the couple to roast each other and the next minute adore each other like the two biggest saps in the world.. Their relationship was built on a strong friendship they developed while they were in film school before reconnecting a few years later. 

They walked a short distance to one of the coffee shops near their cabin to grab hot chocolate. It was a chilly 45 degrees, but to avoid sitting in the shop, they walked back to their rental, taking a scenic route that Yahya suggested. 

“If we get lost or I end up falling off one of these mountains, I hope my family doesn’t kill you,” Candace joked, admiring the beautiful scene before them. 

“Oh, I know where we are. I was out here early yesterday morning trying to find the perfect spot,” Yahya replied. 

“Huh, perfect spot for what?” 

He didn’t answer right away and instead reached for Candace’s hand, stopping her in her tracks. “Something I’ve been wanting to do for awhile.” Placing his cup on one of the rocks, Yahya pulled a box from his pocket and got down on one knee. 

“What...what...” For once, Candace was speechless and caught completely off guard. 

“It’s hard as hell to surprise you and I’ve been trying to think of the perfect time to do this without your nosey ass finding out.” Tears began to flow down Candace’s cheeks. “We’ve been at this for a few years and I’ve had some of my best moments with you by my side. I want to make what we have forever.” He opened the small box to reveal a beautiful emerald cut ring. “Say love... would you marry me?” 

Being the goofball that she was, Candace laughed between her tears “You’re trying to get me pregnant on this trip, aren’t you?” 

“Well that can be arranged if you say yes.” 

“Ye...yes, of course!” Her vision blurred as Yahya slid the rock on her finger and stood to his feet to kiss his future bride. Moments later Yahya’s phone rang with an incoming Facetime call. 

“Hey Trinity, hey moms,” Yahya cheesed, turning his phone to share the screen with Candace. “Looks like you two aren’t getting rid of me anytime soon.” 

“She said yes,” Trinity screamed, jumping up and down with their mother. “Aye, aye, ayyyeeeeee.” 

Still in complete shock and happiness overflowing, Candace shrieked, “Wait, you two knew about this the entire time!” 

“Yep! It’s been burning my ass to keep this secret from you all this time,” Trinity teased, sticking out her tongue. “He took mom with him to ring shop last year and everything.” 

“Welcome to the family, son. Congratulations baby,” Ms. Fredrick sang, clapping for the happy couple on the other end of the call. 

“Now, I hope you two are using protection out there because having a baby before the wedding is-” 

“Trinity,” Candace called out, shaking her head. 

They should have followed Trinity’s advice because approximately two months later..... 

Hope you all enjoyed! This is the first piece I’ve written in a year. I have no idea if I’ m going to continue the stories I began before my hiatus, yet. But, we will explore that in the coming year! Who knows, we may get more Candace and Yahya depending on how hard writer’s block slaps me. May the new year bring you all peace and joy!