#surprisingly coherent for a playlist poem

[thestarsarehaunted]

Hiii (for the song ask game!!)

Rumors heard from a little black bird

I haven't met a locked door yet I couldn't beat

You see my hands are steady

It started long before me

Lo! I have become death

[sleekervae]

The Neighbour [1.2]

Masterlist

Trigger warning: here is the first round of smut!! 😈😈 I need a shower now...

"Your candy floss mind

And sugar cane lips

Have me hooked on an

Endorphin rush,

You're too sweet to ever resist..."

The sound of keys typing coincided with the bubbling of boiling water in a pot. Eva looked up from her screen now and again, watching Remington from the island counter as he tried to handle making dinner on his own. His own way of surprising her, it was a baked vegan mac and cheese. A particular playlist on his Spotify was echoing through the kitchen and he was singing along to it. She loved listening to his voice; it was so raspy and yet so comforting.

Despite how calm and collected he appeared, Remington wouldn't dare let it slip that he was actually struggling hard. His cheese sauce wasn't thickening, instead it had the viscosity of running water.

Eva smiled to herself when her gaze fell over Remington's newly dyed pink hair, an event in itself as she insisted on helping him. He had his head in the tub of his bathroom, closing his eyes at the pleasant sensation of her nails massaging the color into his scalp. The dye only sufficiently covered his blonde tips, his brunette roots more prominent now. Afterwards she had wet a cloth and sat on his knee to wipe the leftover dye from his face. His hands braced her waist and his dark brown eyes pierced into her blues.

"You think it'll turn out okay?" he asked.

"I think it's gonna' look fantastic," she smiled and kissed his nose, "You're hot enough as it is. Throw in hot pink hair and you've broken the scale,"

Forty-five minutes later Remington washed out the color and shampooed his new hair. Eva watched the flashy color and bubbles swirl down the drain, already in awe at his new look.

"To quote The 1975: you look so cool," she drawled with a smile, wrapping her arms around his waist.

"Well, I had a pretty great assistant," he ran a hand through his damp hair before bringing himself down to kiss her. He then handed her his phone.

"Can you take a picture for me?" he asked. Eva obliged and chuckled as he pulled a face and made the rock-out sign with his hands. Then he took the phone and pulled her back into him.

"Are you gonna' post that?" she asked, curious as he set up the camera again.

"Yeah. Although, this one is just for us," he placed Eva in front and wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on her head and positioning the phone at her chest level. Eva leaned into his embrace, smiling though not looking at herself in the bathroom mirror. She didn't take a lot of selfies, so she opted to look at Remington through the reflective surface.

It was some time after that Remington proposed he'd make dinner for them. And so Eva sat at the island, watching him shake his head at the sauce pot while she went between typing a new poem and working on her next article.

"You can part my lips with

White chocolate fingertips,

And I'll beg you to let me taste

The syrup that drenches over

Your teeth and saturates your tongue..."

She pushed the computer away and wandered over to the stove. The cheese sauce certainly smelled good, though she did notice it was quite runny.

"I don't know why it's not getting thicker," Remington said huffily.

Eva glanced at the recipe he had open on his tablet, then at the menagerie of ingredients he had behind them on the counter. Nutritional yeast, coconut milk, garlic powder...

"Did you put any flour in it?" she asked.

Remington then realized where he'd gone wrong, "Ah ha! I forgot the flour!" he then dashed to his cupboard. Eva chuckled endearingly.

"Do you need any help?" she offered.

"Would you mind straining the pasta?"

"Of course,"

Remington quickly remedied his sauce and he transferred it and the pasta into a baking dish. As he sprinkled on the bread crumbs, Eva swiped some leftover sauce from the pot and held it up for him to taste. He took it gladly, smiling then licked the cheese sauce off her finger. She giggled before doing the same for herself.

"Very nice. You should cook more often," she said.

Remington smirked, "So, am I turning on to veganism?" he simpered.

"You're turning me on, but not just with vegan food," she shrugged, giggling as he playfully gawked at her.

"Naughty girl!" he gasped, taking some more sauce on his finger and swiping it over her cheek.

"Hey!"

"Oh here, let me get that," he grinned. He grabbed her waist and licked up the sauce with a wet kiss, but he didn't stop there. He moved his lips to her ear then onto her jaw until finally on her neck where he began to suck and bite.

She sighed, running her hands up his arms, moving her head to the side so he could access her neck better. He was on his third mark when the oven dinged, signaling it had reached full heat.

"Rem -- Remington, the oven's ready," she giggled.

"It's not going anywhere," he mumbled, squeezing her hips, his thumbs drawing circles on her exposed skin.

"C'mon, I'm hungry!" she said.

"I'm hungry too," he smirked.

"Clearly. Put the pasta in and we can pick up in a minute," she promised, shoving him away gently.

He grunted but did as she said. She adjusted her shirt, watching him pick up the casserole dish and checked out his ass as he bent down to put it in the oven. He caught her and he smirked.

"Were you checking me out?" he asked even though he knew she was.

"Why the hell would I do a thing like that?" she scoffed and waved him off.

"C'mere!"

He lifted her in his arms and she squealed, and he collapsed onto his couch with her straddling his lap. He rid her of her sweater so she was just in a tank top with her chest in front of his face. With one look she connected their lips together and they made out, and before he knew it he had her lips dragging across his neck.

Remington rolled his head back onto the couch as she sucked expertly on his skin. He silently thanked Emerson for not being home. His large hands held onto her waist, he rocked her slowly against him, moaning at the friction between them. Tied with her mouth on his neck, if Remington died right there he'd die a happy man.

"Baby, you're so good," he moaned as she continued to suck on his skin.

Eva chuckled into his ear, "I'm good at something else, too," and her hot breath fanned over his skin, eliciting goosebumps.

Before he could retort she'd slipped off his lap onto the floor, and began to undo the button of his jeans. She was meticulous and took her time with his zipper as he stared wide eyed as this beautiful girl before him, he shucked his pants down his thighs. He gulped when her finger lightly traced around the perimeter of his head. It twitched in response and she smiled.

"Can I?" she asked, fluttering her big beautiful Bambi eyes up at him.

Remington's voice had disappeared on him, so he resorted to nodding.

She lifted him into her palm, Remington was aching when she pressed soft kisses up his shaft and then a wet one over his slit. She continued to kiss him before her tongue poked out in between.

"Fuck, baby, don't tease," he panted, feeling his skin burn in the most delicious way.

"What do you say?" she asked, and Remington was alarmed that she had a small dominant side to her. But he fucking loved it.

"Please, baby," he exhaled, lifting his hand up but then dropped it back to the cushion. He didn't want to grab her hair yet, he didn't want to push her.

She smiled again (God damn) then spat heavily on his head, watching it dribble down before she took him completely in her mouth. Remington couldn't contain his moan from feeling her mouth wrapped around him. He'd imagined it when he was in the shower or thinking of her late at night, but the real thing was so much better.

She lathered him up by moving her head up and down and when she was satisfied, she began to pump her hand up and down as well and Remington's mind went blank. The mac and cheese was forgotten. The day was gone. Hell, his own fucking name had escaped his him.

The only thing he could focus on was watching his pretty girl bobbing her head up and down his cock, taking him as far as she could without gagging and what she couldn't take she squeezed gently with her fingers which surprisingly felt good.

He was a moaning mess and she'd say 'yeah?' and 'does that feel good?' which caused vibrations and more sensations and he couldn't form a coherent sentence so he just kept moaning and nodding. When he was getting close she sucked on him like a literal lollipop and then her fingers begin to fondle his balls, and he felt the tight knot in his stomach begin to unravel.

"I don't swallow," she said quietly, but she kept working at him and he didn't care.

"That's fine, don't stop ... I'll tell you when," he gasped and bucked his hips slightly.

The sound of her slurping sent him over the edge and then he was pushing her off him with rushed 'baby, baby, stop, stop' and he was coming over his own fingers. Her small hand was beneath his though and she helped him release until he'd fallen back against the couch, hot and bothered and totally satisfied.

He didn't even notice her leave until she was sitting beside him with a wet paper towel in her hand and cleaned up his hand and thigh. She rolled it up in a much larger dry piece of towel and he rolled his head to the right to look at her dazedly.

"You okay?" she giggled and he gave her a lazy smile back.

"You're fuckin' incredible," he sighed then pursed his lips. She took the hint and leaned in close to peck his lips.

"I wanted to make you feel good," she shrugged, her dominant demeanour now replaced with her typical sweet and shy persona.

"You exceeded. I think that was the best blow I've ever had,"

"Oh, please," she giggled again, and then the oven timer went off. Remington groaned, about to get up though he realized his dick was still out with his pants still around his thighs.

"Shit," he mumbled, shuffling them back on while Eva was laughing beside him, "Oh quiet, you helped make the mess," he wagged a finger at her in warning and she stuck her tongue out at him while he headed into the kitchen.

The mac and cheese was delicious, and Eva had to admit that she didn't mind vegan food so much anymore. They packed up what was left and Eva helped Remington with the dishes, despite him assuring her that she could relax. With the way he was thinking, she would need all the relaxation she could get.

He told her to head up to his room and pick a movie for them. She was more than happy to oblige. He was buzzing with excitement as he quickly finished cleaning up and grabbed the can of whipped cream from the fridge.

Coming into the bedroom Remington grinned as he heard the opening lines of Spirited Away. Eva was sat cross-legged on the bed and he closed the door behind him. She smiled at him as he placed the can on the bed, though she glanced at him quizzically before glancing at the can.

"What're you gonna' do with that?" she asked, sounding more perplexed then nervous.

"Do you trust me?" he asked, coming to kneel on the bed.

"To an extent," Eva shrugged.

"To an extent?" he mocked. She giggled as he reached forward and tugged her by her ankles towards him, "What does that mean?" he stared down at her with sheer adoration.

"Depends on what you're gonna' do to me," she blushed.

"Well, are you okay to take off your shorts and underwear?" he smiled reassuringly. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, but he was happy when she obliged him. She kicked off her clothes onto the floor behind him.

"Good girl," he mumbled, kissing her cheek, "Now can you lie back for me?"

She nodded and slowly lowered herself onto the duvet. Remington grabbed her ankles yanked her further down the bed so her naked bum was on the edge. He kneeled down and grabbed the whipped cream and pushed up her top so it rested over her ribs. He slowly and meticulously sprayed the cream from her bellybutton to her mound, and on the inside of both of her thighs. She inhaled sharply at the cold but tried to relax. He set the can on the floor next to him.

He hummed as he looked at her, she looked delectable and she was throbbing already as her dark blue eyes meet his. They were wide with excitement and lust as she realized his plan.

"You're my dessert, tonight," he rasped, then attached his mouth to her stomach.

The cold cream on her warm skin was pure gold on his tongue. He took his time in licking and sucking it all off. When he reached her thighs some of the cream had slid onto his duvet but he was hardly pressed to give a fuck. He swiped his tongue at the rogue sweetness dripping down her thighs and glanced up at her once more before pressing his mouth into her.

Eva gasped at the chilled sensations of his lips and the cream but he began to move his tongue in intricate patterns and she mewled happily. Her fingers clenched at the duvet but Remington dragged her hand into his newly dyed hair and she pulled at the spikes.

He lifted her thighs over his shoulder as he devoured her rapidly and without pause. She was the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted and his tongue worked her with expert precision. Soon enough she began rocking her hips into his mouth and her moans were sinful; her fingers continued to pull harder as he felt her come for the first time. He watched her writhe and gasp for breath, his tongue still working her as she came down. He smirked on her pussy lips, proud because he hadn't even used a finger yet.

"Fuck, Rem," she whined when he didn't stop.

She was panting hard and wiggling like mad, her thighs clenching around his head and she came again. He peeked at her through his lashes and her mouth was slack in ecstasy, and her eyes were screwed shut and he hoped she was seeing stars.

When her hips slowed again he removed his mouth and kissed the inside of her thighs, biting lightly to mark her up as she collected herself. He rested his cheek against her thigh and stared up at her as she finally opened her eyes.

"You okay, honey?" he mimicked from earlier.

Eva breathed slowly, her skin tingled no matter what little movements she made, "Okay, I trust you now," and he laughed against her skin.

"Fructose and adrenaline permeate my body,

And I'm losing all control on this sugar high

You've set me on.

It'll take me a long time to come down.

But I keep coming back for dose,

After dose,

After dose.

I'm an addict always itching for my next fix

Of your honey-soaked, sickly sweet affections,”

[im-basically-logan]

Hi! (For the song thing)

sorry this took so long! I was busy. here it is tho

–

It’s been a long time comin’, comin’

Had to have high high hopes for a livin’

I always ask myself: ”How could this darker cloud make me stronger now?”

I’m down but you know I’m not out, I got another round

You and me we’re not the same.

–

Bonus game in the notes to guess the songs. I imagine one song will stump all of you… In other news, this is a surprisingly coherent poem? It mostly makes sense in the first 4 lines anyway lol

Send me a ‘hi’ and I will put my playlist on shuffle, write down the first line of five songs and give it to you as a poem.