#you can STILL ENJOY ROASTING MARSHMALLOWS

[asheanon]

It was a lovely evening. Simply sublime.

For those who may fancy themselves a night under the stars, it was perhaps the perfect night for camping... However, for those who didn't want to go through the motions of needlessly sleeping out in the wilderness when you could easily still enjoy the stars, then go into the comfort of a nice, warm, bug-free room at a nearby inn - complete with an actual bed and bathroom safe from the elements... It was a perfect night for that too!

In the fading light of day, around an oddly sizeable campfire, there sat four figures. At a glance, it would seem they were doing little more than most in a social gathering involving fire would do: just hanging out around it. The talkers would talk, the listeners would listen and those who wished to partake of the large, homemade puffs of fluffy confectionery could do so however they saw fit, which...

Really is just to say all four of them were roasting said sugary puffs and having a jolly good time while doing so!

Chit-chatting away about some pleasant memories and experiences of yore, Mina seemed even more buoyant and bubbly than usual (never underestimate the power of giving lots of sugar to a tiny newt lady.) Lorien offered a similar caliber of enthusiasm whenever the opportunity presented itself as well. Quietly, Branson and Sal listened to the two, playing the part of captive audience with relative ease.

Despite all the scintillating stimulus that may meet the senses here, however, it was at that very moment that Sal felt an unfamiliar presence... the sound of leaves rustling in a nearby bush or something of the like seemed to follow.

". . ."

Branson seemed to pick up on the sound as well. The violinist and the newt seemed unaware of it. Neither of them said a word.

It wasn't until another soft, suspicious addition to the ambience of the night revealed itself that one of the two finally spoke up.

"There is room for one more, should you wish to join us."

Though she did not look in their direction, the invite was cast out for whoever lurked in the shadows...

Briefly, there was silence. Having missed out on the auditory cues, if Mina or Lorien didn't know any better, they would think this was the makings of a ghost story in the works! Who better to tell such a tale than the ghost-of-sorts among them, after all.

Unbeknownst to all four of these friendly fellows, however, it could be noted that there was a chance - and only a chance - that whatever phantasms may linger among the nearby brush were of a distinctly @royaldeceit and/or @danthekickingman design...

[kamaluhkhan]

anti-curse

pairing: percy jackson x daughter of apollo!reader

summary: whether he knew it or not, percy jackson made the world a better, brighter place — and you intend to protect him, no matter what path the fates leads you down. fuck prophetic dreams. the future wasn't written in stone.

warnings/disclaimers: mentions of typical demigod things (battles, weapons, etc.); this is set during the heroes of olympus series so roughly follows that plot + features the seven demigods; mainly inspired by book!percy (dark hair, sea green eyes) bc that's the one i fell in love w growing up; characters are aged up from the book (reader + percy are meant to be 21-22 y/o) bc i imagine there was more time between prophecies/series....anyways, please enjoy <3

when you first met percy jackson, he almost shot you through the chest with an arrow.

given that apollo is your godly parent, you often found yourself at the archery field, which happened to be one of the first stops on percy’s tour of camp half-blood. after that first mishap, your other half-siblings were, understandably, too scared to let percy try again — frankly chiron seemed a bit hesitant as well — and you could sense that percy felt disheartened. so, you flashed the boy a reassuring smile before giving him a few pointers and a second chance. when he smiled back at you, you felt a fluttering in your stomach that told you percy jackson would be more than a little important in your life.

archery still wasn't percy's strong suit, but your gut feeling turned out to be true. you and percy had dealt with a lot since then — a handful of quests, several prophecies, more than a few near-death experiences, a titan war, and, maybe worst of all, high school. you couldn't imagine getting through any of it without him by your side, and you knew the feeling was mutual.

so, you were entirely anticipating that percy would be hurt by your announcement during dinner. 

“no way that’s happening.” percy laughs, as if he can’t believe you’d suggest something as ridiculous as not having him accompany you on your quest. he remains unfazed, takes a sip of his electric blue coke before gesturing to the empty seat next to him. “come on, sunshine. have something to eat.”

the nickname sends your heart into a frenzy as you sit next to him. you and percy had never been anything other than friends, but sometimes....sometimes you look at his dangerous ocean eyes and wind-swept dark hair and it makes you blush. sometimes you consider the way his laughter fills you with warmth and his smile holds a thousand memories, the way he teases and winks at you and you decide that he makes your world so much brighter. sometimes you remember how sarcastic and thoughtful and loyal and reckless he is, his heart of gold and unpredictability of the sea. and you start to think that maybe possibly you'd fallen in love with your best friend.

that was not the issue at hand, though. you summon your favourite food and drink, but don't particularly feel like having either. percy returns to his conversation with hazel about how the two of you would drive up to montauk after you finally got your license, any time either of you needed to escape your reality, even just for a night. you'd sit on the beach, stargazing and roasting stale marshmallows and wishing to stay there forever. hazel seems to think that sounds like a nice escape, and percy promises that once the eight of you fulfill this prophecy, you'll all go to the beach house together, which makes hazel break out into a grin.

you can't help but smile at percy who loves his friends, who has loved you for so long. that feeling is quickly replaced by a pang in your chest that reminds you what's at stake. from the corner of your eye, you notice annabeth across from you, who looks at you like you’re a puzzle she can’t quite solve. you're trying to hide it, but if anyone can read you better than percy, it's annabeth. she knows something is weighing on your mind. you briefly lock eyes with jason, who you had gone to earlier for help, from the other side of the room, where he sits between piper and frank. 

if you weren’t so distracted, you would have been able to enjoy dinner. the eight of you — all demigods of the current great prophecy — hadn’t been all together in a while, and it was nice to share a meal aboard the argo ii despite the reality of why you’d all been traveling together. leo had equipped the ship with magic plates and cups, and with the lively jokes and stories filling the air, you could almost imagine it was an ordinary summer evening at camp. you could almost forget that tomorrow, you had to go on a quest to rescue apollo and artemis from python, a monster so powerful your father barely defeated him thousands of years ago. you could almost ignore the impending war with gaea and the giants, and the doomed fate of the world if you were to fail. the one thing you could no longer ignore, however, is the gut feeling you have about the fate of the boy sitting next to you if your quest is to unfold the way you had first planned it. 

you clear your throat, an attempt to interrupt the group's conversations. 

“i was serious earlier,” you declare. “you’re not coming with me, percy. jason is.”

the smile percy had on his face fades. his eyes are filled with concern and disbelief, as he glances at you. “i – i don’t understand.”

"percy,” jason jumps in carefully, aware that he’s treading through dangerous waters like you had warned him. “y/n and i were strategizing earlier and it seems to make the most sense, given our powers combined." 

percy shakes his head. “but — but you can’t just make last minute changes. we’ve already got everything set. right, valdez?”

leo shrugs, swallowing a mouthful of chicken before responding. “i don’t know, man. i’m no expert in quests, but it seems like i’m not the one who should be deciding this.” leo looks at you, and you nod gratefully.

you've been on edge since last night, and to calm your nerves you fiddle with the gold chain around your neck. it was a gift from your father: a necklace with a music note charm that can transform into an electric guitar or a bow and quiver. thankfully, you hadn't had to need both at the same time.

“it's up to me. and i want leo and jason to come with me.”

“then i’ll come too,” percy's voice remains calm, but insistant.

“isn’t there that thing about quests usually being done in threes?”

“that is true, piper,” percy agrees. he tilts his head towards you, like he's calling on you to remember. "exceptions have been made, though. like that one time with zoe." that had been years ago, when demigods from camp half-blood and hunters of artemis joined forces. five had been sent out on a quest, but only three came back. you shiver at the thought.

"or my quest through the labyrinth," annabeth recalls.

"but won't that also change our other plans, though?" hazel asks.

"not necessarily," you pipe in, your voice more assertive. "if jason and percy just switch. no harm done."

"we're not interchangeable," percy grumbles.

"hera sure seemed to think so!" leo searches the room for positive responses to his joke, but the most he gets is a half-hearted laugh from frank. "too soon?"

you take a deep breath. "it's not a big deal, really."

"it kind of is," percy counters. "you've never gone on a quest without me."

"you've gone on quests without me," you point out.

"that's...that's different."

"why? because i'm so weak that i need the son of the sea god to protect me at all times?"

you're giving percy the coldest stare you ever have. he hesitates to hold your gaze.

"you know that's not what i meant," he sighs.

"then what did you mean?"

percy looks at you, his eyes and tone softer. “look, sunshine, let's just stick with the plan, alright? we can just —”

“gods, you never listen, do you?" you finally snap. "you're not coming! i don’t want you there, percy!”

percy stares at you, stunned. you look around the table, and everyone looks back at you, wide-eyed. they weren’t used to this side of you, your sudden outburst not fitting in with your usually sunny disposition. 

“well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” leo jokes in an attempt to lighten the mood, with less than ideal results.

“you saw something in your dreams, didn’t you?” annabeth realizes. 

her conclusion makes you freeze.

demigod dreams are always significant, carrying vivid images of monsters, messages from friends or enemies. some children of apollo like you had visions of the future — pseudo prophecies that are supposedly set to unfold given the path you’re on. technically, you weren’t supposed to share your visions, something about messing with fate or destiny, but that didn’t mean you had to accept the way things were. 

what you saw in your dreams last night, what might happen to percy, made your blood run cold.

you would defy all the laws of the universe and divine rules if it meant you could protect him. so fuck the path the fates are attempting to lead you down, and fuck prophetic dreams. you refuse to let percy die. no matter how frustrated you’re acting towards him in this moment, you know he would still do the same for you.

you figure that the future isn't written in stone, right?

either way, you're willing to challenge destiny for percy jackson.

without answering annabeth, you get up from the table and take a deep breath, carefully avoiding percy’s gaze. 

“i go with leo and jason, or i go alone.” your voice is steady, fighting the heavy beating of your heart and tears caught in your throat. “either way, i leave in the morning.” you exit the mess hall before anyone — before percy — can protest.

[cowboybeepboop]

Hidden Passion

"I don't think I'm ever gonna forget this night, darlin'. You've been drivin' me crazy for way too damn long."

Pairing: Scott Miller x fem! Reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 5200

Summary: Kate invites you along to the group's camping trip and you’ve decided you finally have had enough of Scott’s indifference to you.

Warnings: p in v sex, semi public, unprotected sex, jealous Scott bc I like him jealous

A/n: I’m having fun with all the twisters smut 😭 hopefully you all enjoy. At some point I’m gonna write some more top gun maverick stuff. But as always, let me know if you have any ideas/requests for me 🤗

Boone is your twin brother, which means that you spend all of your time following him and his friends around. Because you’re the ‘responsible’ twin and mostly because his friends really know how to have fun.

Regardless, Boone has been extra careful bringing you around because he’s under the impression that you have a thing for Tyler. So of course when Kate invited you along to their camping trip you just knew you were going to get on his nerves by flirting with the cowboy.

Your brother was right about one thing: you do have a crush on one of his friends. Who just so happens to be the biggest asshole out of them all. Scott. So it's a win-win situation, you can piss Boone off and see if Scott even gives a shit. Even though you know Scott only came along because Javi is trying to get with Kate.

You’re sitting across from the fire with your knee touching Tyler’s, a small smile on your face as you notice your brothers stare. You could tell already that Boone was dreading having you there, but that was part of the reason you wanted to go in the first place. To piss him off.

Scott is sat off to the side with Javi and Kate, he’s drinking a beer with his usual scowl on his face. ”Hey, wanna make some s’mores?” Your cheerful voice rings out through the night air.

Scott’s scowl deepens as he hears your sweet tone, and seeing you talking to Tyler does nothing to improve his mood. He takes a long sip from his beer, trying to quell the growing irritation in his chest.

The rest of the group has mixed reactions but Tyler grabs a stick and puts a marshmallow at the end. “Do you want me to roast it for you darlin’?” You grin up at him.

“Yes, I’d like that.” You rest your head on his shoulder as you watch the flames.

As he watches Tyler roast a marshmallow for you, Scott's jaw tightens. He mutters under his breath, "Darlin'....what a load of bullshit." Your eyes flicker over to Scott and you give him a small smile.

Scott catches your smile and huffs in response, his expression remaining grumpy. He tries to ignore you, taking another sip from his beer, but he can't shake off the irritation that's bubbling up within him.

He glances back at you, noticing you're still talking to Tyler, the marshmallow still roasting in his hand. Scott's grip tightens around his beer bottle, trying to keep his anger in check.

You lean over Tylers lap reaching for the graham crackers and a chocolate bar. Tyler’s free hand goes to your lower back as you hover over him. “Wow there darlin’ be careful.” He chuckles as you find yourself on the log again, the cracker and chocolate prepared for the hot marshmallow.

Scott's eyes narrow as he sees Tyler's hand go to your lower back. His grip on the beer bottle tightens even more, his knuckles turning white. The sight of you leaning over Tyler's lap ignites a fire of jealousy within him.

Your brother's glare bores a hole into the back of your head, his arms crossing over chest. “He’s kind of scary when he’s mad like that,” you whisper to Tyler as he completes the s’more.

“Seems like your plan is back firing on you,” he replies with a smirk, handing the treat your way. You nod as you take a bite of the dessert, a smear of chocolate left on your bottom lip.

Tylers smirk grows wider as his eyes flick to your lip, his thumb moving to swipe the chocolate away. Scott's scowl deepens as he watches Tyler smirk and the way he swipes the chocolate away from your lip. He can feel the anger boiling within him, his grip on the beer bottle almost painful now.

Boone however wasn’t going to sit by and watch you two flirt all night, he gently grabs your arm pulling you away. “What are you doing?” Boone sits you down in between Scott and Javi.

“Stay there.” Your brother commands you like a dog, earning a grin from you.

“I’ve gotten banished,” you say to Javi, nudging his arm with your elbow, turning to Scott to smile at him. He's still fuming over the interaction with Tyler, but your presence next to him has a way of lessening his irritation, even if just a little bit.

Scott takes another gulp of his beer, trying to ignore the jealousy that's still gnawing at him. Javi laughs, "Banished, huh? Can't say I'm surprised." You giggle in response.

“Well in my defense I never thought Boone would get so bothered.” Javi shakes his head with a bright smile.

The night drags on, and the group slowly disperses into their tents, leaving just you, Scott, and the crackling fire in the center of the campsite. You’re both a few drinks deep at this point, and the alcohol has done little to quell Scott’s sour mood.

He glances at you sitting across from him as he takes another swig from his beer. The fire casts a warm glow on your face, and despite his best efforts, Scott can't help but find you somewhat attractive even in the dim lighting.

”Scott?” You murmur his name. Scott looks up as you speak his name, his eyes focusing on your face. He tries to keep his expression neutral, hiding the slight hitch in his breath at the sound of your voice.

"Yeah?" Scott replies, his tone gruff, as he raises an eyebrow in your direction. Scott watches you move closer to him, his eyes tracing the movement of your body. He tries to ignore the way his heart rate picks up at your proximity.

“How much have you had to drink tonight?” You reach for his half empty bottle, he tightens his grip on the beer bottle as you reach for it.

"Why, tryin' to cut me off?" Scott asks, his voice a mixture of defensiveness and irritation.

”Maybe,” you huff, still trying to steal his bottle, “why won't you let go.” Scott stubbornly tightens his grip on the beer bottle as you reach for it again. He can feel the heat from your body sitting next to him, and his heart rate quickens at your proximity.

Scott grunts in frustration, "Damn it, just leave it alone," he snaps, his voice betraying his rising irritation. You flinch away crossing your arms under your chest.

“Okay, fine, whatever.” You grumble. Scott notices your reaction and internally scowls at himself for snapping at you. Seeing you pout and cross your arms ignites a strange mixture of frustration and guilt within him.

He takes a deep breath as he watches you sulk, trying to calm his irritation. "Look, I'm...," he starts, his voice gruff, "I didn't mean to snap at you like that." You steal the bottle away successfully.

“I know, that’s why I’m trying to cut you off.” You smile triumphantly, wrapping your fingers around the bottle. “You’re even more of a grump than usual.”

He bristles at your comment about him being a grump, but he can't deny the truth in your words. "I'm always a grump," he retorts, begrudgingly, "especially when I'm around you."

You finish off his drink, swiping at your lips as you give him the empty beer bottle. “What do you mean?” Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. Scott watches as you finish off the beer and swipe your lips with your fingertips. He can't help but notice the way your actions send a jolt of desire through him.

He lets out a frustrated sigh, "I mean that you always seem to rile me up, in one way or another." His statement confuses you.

“Scott, how do I rile you up?’” You’re offended by his words, “Are you saying I piss you off?” Scott rolls his eyes at your question, the alcohol making it harder to suppress his true feelings.

He lets out a scoff, "No, no, not piss me off," he grumbles. "You...you just...get under my skin," he admits begrudgingly. You scoot closer to him on the log, the alcohol you’ve consumed through the night giving you confidence.

“Under your skin how?” You narrow your eyes at him, Scott lets out a growl of frustration as you move closer to him on the log. He can feel the warmth of your body radiating towards him, and it's driving him crazy.

He looks at you as you narrow your eyes at him, and he's hit with the urge to pull you even closer, to run his hands over your body, to taste the alcohol on your lips.

He grits his teeth, trying to control his thoughts as he responds. "You just...always seem to do things that get a rise out of me," he admits through clenched teeth.

”You’re saying a whole lot of nothing Scottie.” Your voice is stern. Scott's irritation sparks at your firm tone of voice, but it's overpowered by the way his heart skips a beat hearing his nickname leave your lips.

He huffs in frustration, running a hand through his messy hair. "You just...you're always so damn cheerful and friendly, goddamnit," he mutters, the alcohol loosening his tongue.

”There’s nothing wrong with being friendly” Scott scowls at your words, his frustration growing as he tries, and fails, to articulate his feelings. He knows there's nothing wrong with being friendly, but your friendliness always seems to make his heart race.

"I know that..." he mutters irritably, his eyes scanning your face as he tries to find a way to explain his tumultuous feelings. You set your hand on his knee as you move even closer to him.

“Scott?” You sigh, still not understanding what he’s meaning, maybe it's the booze or his lack of proper communication.

Scott's heart leaps at the touch of your hand on his knee, a jolt of electricity coursing through him. He can feel the heat of your body next to his, and it takes everything in him to maintain his resolve.

At the sound of his name on your lips, he groans, "Goddamnit, stop sayin' my name like that."

“Like what, Scottie?” You tease, Scott's heart flutters at the sound of you saying his nickname again, his frustration mixing with a surge of desire.

He mutters under his breath, "There it is again," he replies gruffly, his tone a mix of irritation and something deeper. "You say my name like it's a damn melody, and it drives me crazy."

A playful smirk places itself on your lips as you lean forward pressing your palms onto his thighs, your face inches away from his. Scott's breath catches in his chest as you lean forward, your palms on his thighs sending a wave of heat through his body.

He can feel the warmth of your breath on his face, and it takes every ounce of his willpower not to close the distance between you and capture your lips with his. He swallows hard, trying to keep his composure. "What are you doing?" he manages to ask, his voice a hoarse whisper.

”I just wanted to get a closer look,” your smirk grows as you watch his expression. Scott's heart races at your proximity, his breath coming in short gasps. He can feel the heat of your gaze on his face, your smirk driving him crazy, and all he wants to do is pull you into his lap and taste those lips.

He grits his teeth, struggling to keep his cool. "And what exactly are you looking for?" he asks huskily, his eyes locked on yours.

“I think I see a little bit of a blush on your cheek.” Scott's heart skips a beat as you touch his cheek, your fingertips tracing the outline of his cheekbone. He swallows loudly, trying to maintain his composure as your touch sends shivers of desire coursing through him.

He can feel his face growing hotter beneath your touch, and he knows his blush is becoming more prominent. "Shut up," he grumbles, stubbornly trying to deny the effect you're having on him.

“Don’t be like that, it's cute” Scott's breath hitches in his chest as you pull your body against his, your thighs pressing against his knees. He can feel the heat of your touch searing through him, igniting a fire within him.

He scowls at your words, his face growing hotter with each passing moment. "Cute?" he mutters, refusing to admit how desperately he craves your touch. You sigh with the realization that you’re gonna have to make the first move.

“Scott.. Close your eyes for a second.” Scott's eyebrows furrow in confusion as you instruct him to close his eyes. He hesitates for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest, but he complies, his eyelids slowly closing.

As he sits there, his eyes shut, he can feel his other senses heightened, attuned to every sound and every movement. "What now?" he asks, his voice a gruff whisper.

You cup his cheek, “Keep them closed, okay?” Your breath fans across his face as you lean in. He nods slightly in response, his eyes still firmly shut, his other senses hyper aware of your proximity.

He can feel the heat of your body against his, and his every instinct urges him to pull you even closer, but he remains still, waiting for your next move. You press a soft kiss to his lips, your other hand sliding up his thigh as you move closer.

Scott's heart nearly stops when your lips press against his, a jolt of desire coursing through him. He can feel your hand moving up his thigh, and the sensations sent his mind reeling.

He responds to your kiss, his hand coming up to gently cup the back of your neck, his thumb tracing the line of your jawline. You pull your lips away, your eyes scanning the expression on his face.

Scott's eyes slowly flutter open, his mind swirling with desire and need. He gazes at you, his eyes dark with emotion. He swallows hard, his chest heaving as he tries to regain his composure. "Why..." he starts, his voice low and gruff, "why'd you do that?"

”Why not?” You murmur, leaning in for another kiss. Scott's breath catches in his chest as you lean in for another kiss, his body responding vehemently to your touch.

He allows himself to be consumed by the kiss, his hand moving to the small of your back, pulling you onto his lap. It becomes more heated as you push your chest against his own, arms wrapping around his neck, your fingers tangling in his hair.

Scott groans loudly in response to your actions, the feeling of your body pressed against his and your fingers in his hair sending shivers down his spine.

His hands roam over your body, wanting to feel every inch of you. He deepens the kiss, his tongue expertly exploring your mouth, tasting the mixture of alcohol and sweetness.

You moan into his mouth at the roughness of his hands against your skin, “Scott, we should go to a tent…” you shiver at the cold air, “It’s getting cold,” Scott reluctantly breaks the kiss, his breathing ragged, his body aching with desire.

He nods in agreement, his mind clouded with lust, desperate to get you somewhere private. "Yeah..." he mutters, his hands still touching your body, almost reluctantly letting you slide off his lap. "Let's go."

You lead him to your tent, your hand comfortably holding his. You unzip the tent and slip inside, pulling off your boots as you sit on the air mattress that you forced your brother to set up.

Scott follows you into the tent, his heart pounding in his chest as the reality of the situation hits him. He watches you kick off your boots and sit down on the air mattress, his eyes scanning your figure in the dim light of the tent.

He closes the tent behind him, zipping it up, and sits down next to you, his body inches away from yours. You smile up at him, the flush of his cheeks darker than before. “You’re so cute Scott,” Scott's heart skips a beat at your words, his cheeks growing even hotter under your gaze.

He huffs in feigned irritation, trying to hide the effect you have on him. "Shut up," he mutters, trying to sound gruff and annoyed, but the hint of a smile tugs at the corners of his lips.

”Would you prefer being called handsome?” You tease, your hands reaching out to roam his body. Scott's breath catches in his chest as your hands move over his body, his heart racing in his chest.

He tries to maintain a cool exterior, but the way your touch ignites a fire within him is impossible to ignore. He scoffs, a mixture of annoyance and desire in his voice. "Handsome, cute, it's all the same damn thing," he mutters, trying to remain unaffected by your touch.

”But you love it, don’t you?” You mumble against his ear as you settle into his lap once again. Scott's breath hitches as you settle into his lap, your breath brushing against his ear. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close, his body practically buzzing with desire.

He growls in response to your words, his hands tracing the curve of your hips. "Damnit," he mutters, his voice a gruff whisper, "You know I do." You respond by kissing him. More passionate than before, your eyes flutter shut as he slips his tongue in your mouth.

Scott groans lowly in response to your passionate kiss, his hands gripping your hips almost possessively. He matches the intensity of the kiss, his tongue tanging with yours in a heated dance.

He pulls you flush against his chest, wanting to eliminate the space between you, the feeling of your body against his nearly driving him mad with desire. You lean against him pushing his back against the bed, hovering over him as you pull away from his lips, asking for air.

Scott's breath hitches as you push him back against the bed, your body hovering over him, dominating his every sense. He gazes up at you, his eyes dark with desire, his chest heaving with each breath he draws.

He reaches up, his hands finding your hips once again, desperately holding on as if he's afraid you might disappear. "You're killing me, you know that right?" he mutters, his voice rough with need.

”Then why don’t you do something about it?” You tease, you voice low and sultry. Scott's eyes darken at your words, a low growl escaping his lips. He flips you over, pinning you beneath him, his body pressed firmly against yours.

He gazes down at you, his eyes locked on yours, his voice a gruff whisper. "Be careful what you wish for, darlin'" he mutters, his lips hovering millimeters from your own. You arch up against his body, pressing your lips to his hungrily.

Scott's breath hitches in his chest at the feel of your body arching against his, the need coursing through him becoming nearly unbearable.

He kisses you back with equal fervor, his tongue seeking entrance to your mouth. His hands roam over your body, desperate to memorize every contour of your curves. Your arms wrap around his torso pulling him closer to you, your fingers pressing against his back.

Scott groans loudly at the feeling of your arms around him, your fingers tracing patterns against his back, sending shivers down his spine. He presses his body against yours, his desire and need for you escalating with each passing moment.

His hands move to your hips, gripping them tightly, his lips moving down your neck, leaving a trail of heated kisses in their wake. You arch your back, gasping at the sensation of Scott's kisses along your collarbone, your body responding to his touch with eager anticipation.

His hands glide under your shirt, his rough fingertips tracing the sensitive skin of your lower back, sending shivers down your spine. You can feel the tension in the air thicken, the electricity between you growing more intense with every passing second.

The sound of fabric rustling fills the tent as you both fumble with the buttons and zippers of your clothes, desperate to feel each other's skin against your own. Scott's eyes never leave yours, the raw desire in them leaving no room for doubt about what he wants, what you both want.

As the last barrier falls away, your bodies finally align in a dance of passion that's been building for what feels like an eternity, the cool night air forgotten against the heat of your union.

Scott's eyes darken even further as he takes in the sight of your exposed skin, his desire to taste and pleasure you becoming an all-consuming need. He shifts his position, sliding down your body, his hands firmly on your thighs as he spreads your legs wider.

You gasp as his mouth descends upon your pussy, his tongue eagerly flicking against your clit, teasing and exploring your folds with a hunger that's both thrilling and overwhelming. His movements are unbridled, driven by a passion that's been simmering just beneath the surface for far too long.

Each stroke, each lick, sends waves of pleasure crashing through your body, making you quiver and moan beneath him. You grip the blankets tightly, your breaths coming in ragged gasps as he devours you, the heat of his mouth a stark contrast to the coolness of the tent's interior.

His eyes never leave yours, the intensity of his gaze only serving to heighten the intimacy of the moment. You can feel your orgasm building, your body tightening with every flick of his tongue, and you know that this night is going to change everything between you.

As Scott's mouth continues its relentless assault on your sensitive flesh, you can't help but let out a series of muffled cries, biting down on the fabric of your shirt bunched in your hand to stifle the sounds of your pleasure. Your body tenses, your legs quivering as the first waves of your orgasm begin to crash over you. You clench your eyes shut, trying to hold on to the last shreds of your self-control, but it's no use.

With a final, desperate whimper, your climax takes you, your back arching off the mattress as your hips buck against his face. He doesn't relent, though, his tongue still working its magic as you ride out the intense sensations that grip you, the fabric of your shirt now damp with your efforts to remain silent.

When the tremors finally subside, you collapse back onto the bed, your chest heaving with the force of your gasps for air. Scott kisses his way back up your body, a smug smile playing on his lips as he claims your mouth once more, tasting the sweetness of your release.

The sound of your muffled moans only spurs him on, his own need for you growing with every second that passes. He can feel his cock straining, demanding release, but he's in no rush. For now, he's content to bask in the aftermath of your pleasure, knowing that the night has only just begun.

Scott lays down on the air mattress, his eyes never leaving yours as he pulls you on top of him, a silent invitation for you to take the lead. The feel of his hardened cock pressing against your still-sensitive core sends a fresh wave of desire through you, making your own need for him even more urgent.

You straddle him, the warmth of his skin against yours sending shivers down your spine as you line yourself up with his length. With a look of pure determination in your eyes, you slowly lower yourself onto him, feeling every inch of him fill you up. A low moan escapes your lips as you adjust to the feeling of him inside you, his eyes never leaving yours, filled with a mix of passion and challenge.

You begin to rock your hips, setting a slow and steady rhythm that has you both panting within moments. His hands grip your waist, guiding you as you move, his fingers digging into your skin with just the right amount of pressure to drive you wild.

Each movement sends a delicious friction through your body, and you can feel yourself getting closer to the edge again. Scott's eyes never leave yours, the intensity of his gaze holding you captive as you both succumb to the passion that's been brewing between you for so long.

Scott's quietude breaks as he becomes increasingly vocal with every sway of your hips, his breaths hitching in his throat as he watches you take control. His hands glide from your waist to your breasts, kneading them gently, his thumbs circling your hardened nipples in time with your movements.

His voice is low and gruff, a series of grunts and moans that seem to be ripped from the very depths of his soul, a primal response to the pleasure you're giving him. You lean into his touch, your own breaths coming in short gasps as you rock against him, the friction building into a crescendo of desire.

The sound of your bodies moving together fills the tent, the only music to accompany the symphony of your ragged breaths and moans. The feel of his strong hands on your body, the way he watches you with such raw hunger, it's all too much, and you know you're about to shatter once more.

You lean forward, pressing your palms into his chest, using it as leverage to drive yourself down harder onto him, the intensity of your movements growing with every stroke. His eyes never leave yours, the challenge in his gaze only making you want to push him further, to make him lose control in the way you're so close to doing. The world outside the tent fades away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the throes of passion and desire.

Your moans sync perfectly with Scott's, rising and falling in tandem as your bodies move together in a timeless rhythm. You feel your orgasm building again, a crescendo of pleasure that threatens to overwhelm you. His eyes, still locked on yours, grow darker, his pupils dilating with the approaching storm of ecstasy.

You lean in, capturing his mouth in a desperate kiss as you quicken your pace, the need to feel him come apart in your arms driving you on. His hands tighten on your hips, urging you faster, his own hips bucking up to meet your movements.

The air in the tent grows thick with desire, the only sounds the slapping of your bodies and the muffled cries escaping from your mouths. And then, with one final, shuddering thrust, it hits you both. Your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, sending sparks of pleasure throughout your body, making you tremble and clench around him.

Scott's grip on you tightens, his cock pulsing as he releases deep inside you , his own moan of pleasure melding with yours. The world outside the tent seems to fall away as you ride out the intense waves of your shared climax, your hearts beating as one, your bodies intertwined in a dance of pure, unfiltered passion.

When the storm finally subsides, you collapse against him, your breaths mingling as you both try to catch your breath, the tremors of pleasure still echoing through you. You can feel his heart racing beneath your cheek, a testament to the depth of his own release.

The silence that follows is filled with an understanding that transcends words, a bond forged in the heat of the moment that you know will never truly be broken.

You lay your head against his chest, breathing in his musk. Scott's breathing is ragged as he tries to catch his breath, his heart still racing from the intensity of the moment you just shared. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer, his body still buzzing with the aftermath of his climax.

He rests his cheek against the top of your head, his fingers tracing lazy patterns against your back, his mind struggling to form coherent thoughts. "That..." he finally manages to mutter, his voice hoarse and gravelly, "that was something else."

You smile as you cuddle closer to him, basking in his body heat. “We should do that again some time.” You giggle softly. Scott lets out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling through his chest. "Damn right we should," he mutters, his arms holding you closer against his body.

He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a moment before he speaks again. "I don't think I'm ever gonna forget this night, darlin'. You've been drivin' me crazy for way too damn long."

”Have I?” You tease as your eyes flutter shut. Scott lets out a huff at your teasing tone, his arms tightening around you.

"You know you have," he mutters gruffly, his lips finding the sensitive skin of your neck once again. "You and your damn adorable smile, and your beautiful eyes, and your infuriatingly cute laugh..."

He trails off, his voice growing huskier as he continues to list off your desirable qualities. A blush paints your face as you bask in his compliments. “I didn’t know that you thought so highly of me.” You press gentle kisses into his muscles.

Scott lets out a low hum of pleasure at the feel of your kisses against his muscles, his body already responding to your touch.

"How could I not?" he mutters, his voice gruff and sincere. "You're goddamn perfect, darlin'. Smart, beautiful, kind, funny...the list goes on and on." You bury your face into the crook of his neck, flustered by his words.

“Okay, okay. I think that’s enough now Scott…” your cheeks feel hot against his warm skin.

Scott lets out a low chuckle, feeling your flustered reaction against his neck.

"Awh, you're blushing," he teases, his hands roaming up and down your back. "And here I was just getting started..." He grins, enjoying seeing you flustered by his compliments.

But he acquiesces, not wanting to embarrass you further. He gently pulls your face back, so he can see your expression. You press a kiss against his lips, your eyes falling heavy as exhaustion comes over you in a wave.

Scott returns the kiss, his lips lingering against yours for a moment. He can feel your body growing heavy against his, your exhaustion evident.

He pulls you even closer, your head resting on his chest, his arms wrapping around you. "Let’s sleep, darlin'," he mutters softly, his voice gruff but caring. "I'm not goin' anywhere."

[littlelamy]

crossing the line part 2

the following weeks felt like a blur. rafe had pulled back, avoiding you like the plague. he stayed close to sofia, their relationship seeming stronger than ever while you watched from the sidelines, heart heavy with the weight of unspoken words. you’d often find yourself wondering if that night had ever really happened, or if it had been a figment of your imagination—a fleeting moment that crumbled under the harsh light of reality.

but every time you saw rafe, that spark ignited all over again, pulling you in like a moth to a flame. you couldn't shake the feeling that he was just as torn as you were. the glances he threw your way still held that familiar heat, the unfulfilled promise of what could have been.

one saturday evening, you found yourself at the beach bonfire with your friends, a welcome distraction from your racing thoughts. the salty breeze whipped your hair around, mingling with the sound of laughter and music as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. but even surrounded by friends, you felt a familiar ache in your chest.

as you roasted marshmallows, your eyes drifted toward rafe, who was sitting too close to sofia, his arm casually draped around her shoulder. she giggled at something he said, and the warmth of the fire couldn’t compete with the chill that settled over you.

“hey, you okay?” jj asked, noticing your distant expression. he nudged you with his elbow, pulling you back to the moment.

“yeah, i’m fine,” you replied, forcing a smile.

“right. just enjoying the view, huh?” he winked, following your gaze.

you sighed, shaking your head. “it’s whatever. just tired of the same old thing, i guess.”

“want to go for a walk? clear your head?” he suggested, always the one to sense when someone needed a break.

you nodded, grateful for the chance to escape the awkwardness. as you walked along the beach, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore filled the silence between you.

“rafe still got you feeling some type of way?” jj asked, glancing over at you with a teasing smile.

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your face. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“right, because I can totally tell you don’t want to punch him in the face for being a jerk.”

“he’s not a jerk,” you argued weakly, but the words fell flat even to your own ears. “i mean, he is… but he’s complicated.”

jj chuckled, shaking his head. “complicated, huh? sounds like a disaster waiting to happen.”

you sighed, your heart feeling heavy again. “it just sucks, you know? i thought we had something real, but now… it’s like I don’t even exist to him.”

“hey,” jj said, stopping to face you. “you’re worth more than whatever games he’s playing. don’t let him mess with your head.”

you nodded, grateful for his words, but they only provided temporary relief. as the night wore on, the laughter and chatter began to fade into the background, and your thoughts turned back to rafe and sofia.

later, you found yourself walking back toward the bonfire, heart racing as you caught sight of rafe standing alone, staring into the flames. you hesitated, debating whether to approach him or just keep walking. but before you could make a decision, he looked up, his gaze locking onto yours.

“hey,” he said, his voice soft, almost hesitant.

“hey,” you replied, your pulse quickening.

“can we talk?”

you swallowed hard, caught off guard by the intensity in his eyes. “yeah, sure.”

he stepped away from the fire, leading you a little further down the beach, away from prying eyes and ears. the air was thick with unspoken words, and you could feel the tension crackling between you, making it hard to breathe.

“i’ve been meaning to talk to you,” rafe started, running a hand through his hair. “about… everything.”

you nodded, trying to keep your expression neutral, but inside, your heart raced. “okay.”

“i know i’ve been distant. and i didn’t mean to push you away, but I was confused. sofia and i… it’s complicated.”

“yeah, I get that,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. “but you don’t have to explain anything to me. i get it, rafe. I really do.”

“no, you don’t,” he said, stepping closer, his eyes intense. “you don’t get how much i’ve thought about you since that night. how much I’ve wanted to reach out but felt like i couldn’t.”

your breath caught in your throat as your heart raced. “then why didn’t you?”

“because i didn’t want to hurt you,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “but I can’t stop thinking about what we had. it’s like I’m trapped between two worlds.”

“rafe…”

“just give me a chance,” he pleaded, taking another step closer, closing the distance between you. “i want to figure this out. i want to be with you.”

the world around you faded as your heart soared at his words. but doubt crept in, a whisper of caution in the back of your mind. “what about sofia? you’re with her.”

“i know,” he said, frustration etched across his features. “but i don’t want to be, im planning to break up with her as soon as i get home, but more importantly i want you….all of you”

in that moment, it felt like everything hung in the balance. you could take a step forward and give in to the feelings you’d tried to bury, or you could pull back and protect yourself from the inevitable fallout.

but as you looked into rafe’s eyes, filled with something raw and real, you felt the pull too strong to resist.

“okay,” you whispered, your heart racing. “let’s figure it out.”

his eyes lit up with a mix of relief and something deeper as he stepped even closer, his breath brushing against your skin. and in that instant, as he leaned in, you knew you were crossing a line, but for the first time in a long while, it felt like the right decision.

you closed the gap, your lips meeting his in a kiss that ignited the fire within you. his hands found their way to your waist, pulling you against him, as if trying to fuse your bodies together. the kiss deepened, hunger and urgency flooding through you both as the world around faded away.

you pressed against him, the heat of his body igniting a spark that sent shivers down your spine. you could feel the tension building, the desperation of all those unspoken words pouring into this single moment. his fingers tangled in your hair, tilting your head back as he explored your mouth with a fervor that made your knees weak.

“God, i’ve missed this,” he murmured against your lips, breathless.

you gasped, your heart pounding. “me too.”

he pulled back slightly, searching your eyes for confirmation, then kissed you again—deeper this time, as if he couldn’t get enough. you melted into him, feeling his strong arms encircle you, grounding you even as the world spun around you.

the taste of him was intoxicating, and you felt a low hum of desire ripple through your body. you could feel the tension in his grip, the need that mirrored your own, as if you both were afraid to let go. it was reckless, but in that moment, nothing else mattered—just the two of you lost in the heat of the moment.

“let’s go somewhere,” Rafe whispered, his breath hot against your ear, sending another wave of shivers through you.

“somewhere?” you echoed, heart racing with possibilities.

he nodded, his eyes darkening with intensity. “somewhere we can be alone.”

the urgency in his voice made your heart race faster. you knew it was reckless to abandon the group, to slip away with him, but the pull was too strong to resist. you nodded, and before you could think twice, he took your hand and led you away from the bonfire, the distant laughter fading behind you.

as you walked, the cool night air enveloped you, but the heat radiating between you was undeniable. rafe led you to a secluded spot behind a cluster of palm trees, away from the flickering light of the bonfire.

when you reached the privacy of the shadows, he pushed you gently against the rough bark of a tree, his lips crashing against yours once more. the kiss was frantic, wild—fueled by all the pent-up frustration and longing that had simmered between you for weeks.

his hands roamed your body, exploring every curve, igniting a fire within you that left you breathless. you moaned softly into the kiss, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as you lost yourself in him.

“rafe,” you gasped, breaking the kiss to catch your breath.

“yeah?” he replied, his voice husky, eyes dark with desire.

“what if someone sees us?” you whispered, glancing back toward the bonfire.

“let them,” he said, his lips curling into a smirk. “i don’t care. i just want you, princess.”

his words sent a thrill through you, and with that, he captured your lips again, kissing you with a passion that made your heart race. you melted against him, surrendering to the moment as you wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling the heat radiating from his body.

you could feel the urgency in his movements, the way his hands gripped your thighs.

as rafe pressed his lips against yours, the kiss ignited a wildfire deep within you. it was electric, a combination of urgency and tenderness that made your heart race. you could feel the heat radiating off him, his body so close to yours that it felt like the world had shrunk to just the two of you. his hands slid down to your waist, fingers digging in just enough to make you gasp against his mouth.

“God, you taste amazing,” he murmured, his breath hot against your skin as he trailed kisses down your neck, each touch sending shivers of anticipation coursing through you. you could feel the tension building in your core, an ache that begged for release.

“rafe,” you breathed, your voice a soft plea. you wanted him—needed him. the words felt desperate and raw, but you didn’t care. the chemistry between you was undeniable, an all-consuming fire that threatened to engulf you both.

he pulled back slightly to look at you, his eyes dark and filled with desire. “are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice low, almost a growl. the weight of his question hung in the air, mingling with the salty breeze that surrounded you.

“more than anything,” you replied, your heart pounding as you gazed into his eyes. there was no turning back, and you didn’t want to.

with a sudden intensity, he captured your lips again, the kiss turning frantic as he pressed his body against yours, pinning you against the soft, cool sand. the sensation was overwhelming; every thrust of his tongue against yours ignited every nerve ending in your body. you moaned softly, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as if you could meld into one.

“damn,” he groaned, his voice low and rough, sending a thrill down your spine. his hands wandered, exploring the curves of your body, fingers brushing against your sides before sliding up under your shirt. you gasped as his warm hands made contact with your skin, the sensation electric.

“rafe,” you breathed, your body arching into his touch, craving more. the way he looked at you made you feel beautiful, desired in a way that was intoxicating. “don’t stop.”

he pushed your shirt up and over your head, the fabric discarded carelessly, and his gaze swept over your bare skin, a mix of awe and hunger lighting up his eyes. “im sorry for hurting you, baby,” he breathed, his hands grazing your sides, down your waist, teasingly brushing against the swell of your breasts.

your breath hitched in your throat as he leaned down, capturing one nipple between his lips, his tongue swirling around it in a way that made your entire body hum with pleasure. you arched your back, pressing against him as you moaned, the sound escaping your lips unbidden.

“God, rafe,” you gasped, fingers tightening in his hair, urging him closer. you were dizzy with desire, the heat pooling low in your belly, begging for release.

he switched sides, lavishing attention on your other breast, and you could feel the heat building inside you, a desperate need that was becoming impossible to ignore. you tugged at his hair, pulling him back up to your lips, desperate for more of him.

“take me,” you whispered, the words slipping out before you could think. “i want you—now.”

the raw need in your voice seemed to ignite something primal in him. rafe looked down at you, his expression a mix of lust and determination. “you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he growled, his voice thick with need.

with a swift motion, he positioned his cock at your entrance, his gaze locked onto yours as he slowly pushed inside. you gasped, the sensation overwhelming as he filled you completely. the stretch felt delicious, and you could feel every inch of him as he sunk deeper, your body instinctively accommodating him.

“fuck,” he hissed, his head dropping back as he lost himself in the feeling. “you’re so tight.” the words sent a shiver of pleasure coursing through you, amplifying the ache already building within.

“rafe, please,” you begged, your voice a soft plea. “move.”

he complied, pulling back slightly before thrusting into you again, each movement deliberate and intoxicating. you could feel the tension building with each thrust, the way he filled you sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through your entire being.

“you’re incredible,” he breathed, his voice strained as he picked up the pace. the sound of skin meeting skin echoed in the quiet night, a primal symphony that only heightened the intensity of the moment.

as he drove deeper into you, your body responded instinctively, tightening around him, urging him on. “yes, just like that,” you gasped, every thrust pushing you closer to the edge, the pressure building dangerously close to the edge.

“tell me what you want,” he urged, his voice rough and low, breath coming in heavy pants. the way he looked at you, filled with raw need, made your heart race even faster.

“i want you to make me feel good,” you replied, the words spilling from your lips as the desire inside you surged. “i want to feel you—everything.”

with a growl, he surged forward, thrusting into you harder, deeper, the sound of your bodies colliding filling the air. each movement sent you spiraling further into ecstasy, the pressure building dangerously close to the edge.

“fuck, I’m so close,” he groaned, his body tense as he moved against you. “you’re so perfect, so fucking perfect.”

“me too,” you gasped, your breath hitching as the sensation began to overwhelm you, your body tightening around him in a desperate plea for release. “i need to—”

“let go,” he urged, his voice thick with urgency as he thrust into you again, and that was it. the tension snapped, and you were thrown over the edge, pleasure washing over you in a wave so intense it made you cry out.

“rafe!” you screamed his name, the sound echoing into the night as your body convulsed around him, pleasure exploding from deep within. you could feel him follow right behind you, the warmth of his release spilling inside you as he thrust one last time, a deep growl escaping his lips.

as the world slowly came back into focus, you lay there, bodies entwined, the aftermath of your passionate encounter lingering in the air like a sweet perfume. your heart raced, and you felt a mix of exhilaration and uncertainty wash over you. what had just happened felt both exhilarating and terrifying.

but rafe wasn’t done with you yet. He shifted beside you, looking down at you with a playful smirk. “i'm going to take care of you, baby” he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

before you could respond, he slid down your body, leaving a trail of hot kisses along your skin, igniting your senses all over again. your breath quickened as he moved lower, his hands parting your thighs gently, exposing you to him. “just relax,” he murmured, his voice thick with intent.

he didn’t waste any time. rafe dove in, his mouth kissing its way up your inner thighs before finally finding your puffy lips. the moment his tongue made contact, you gasped, your back arching off the sand as a wave of pleasure coursed through you.

“rafe,” you moaned, the sound escaping your lips as his mouth worked magic, swirling and teasing, taking his time to explore every inch of you. he was relentless, a delicious combination of slow and intense, sending shockwaves through your entire being.

“you taste so good,” he groaned against you, sending vibrations through your core that made you squirm. “i could stay here all night.”

“please, don’t stop,” you begged, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, desperate for more. the sensations were overwhelming, each flick of his tongue sending you spiraling higher and higher, your body responding instinctively to his every move.

“you need to let go,” he murmured, looking up at you, his eyes dark with desire. “i need you to feel good.”

with that, he focused on your most sensitive spots, his tongue working in perfect rhythm, drawing you closer to the edge once again. the tension built within you, the waves of pleasure crashing over you in tidal waves. you could feel it coming, the need for release swelling until you could hardly breathe.

“rafe, i’m so close,” you gasped, your body trembling with anticipation.

“let go, baby,” he urged, his voice a seductive whisper as he continued to pleasure you, his tongue driving you wild.

with a cry of his name, you fell over the edge, the world exploding into a thousand pieces as pleasure consumed you. you could feel his mouth still working on you, coaxing every last bit of ecstasy from your body, until you were left breathless and trembling, a blissful haze enveloping you.

he slowly crawled back up your body, his gaze intense, and you could see the satisfaction in his eyes as he nestled beside you. “see? I told you, i could make it up for you,” he teased, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

as you lay there, the cool breeze wrapping around you both, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you had stepped into a new chapter of your life—one that would be filled with passion, challenges, and perhaps even love.

part 2 taglist: @namelesslosers @princessslutt @averyoceanblvd @iknowdatsrightbih @starkeysprincess @sixrosberg @anamiad00msday @ivysprophecy @wearemadeofstardust0 @ietss @theeternaloptimistt @katekells @arluna @dinakisser @heartsforrafecam

[rafeandonlyrafe]

arsonist's lullaby

words: 3.3k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, female receiving oral pregnancy, proposal <3, established relationship, arson, lots of talk about fire lol, camping, mentions of rafes bad childhood

you watch as rafe strikes the match. he prefers it over a lighter, holding it between his finger as the flame inches lower, lower, until it gets too hot and he's tossing it into the fire pit, right on the bushel of kindling that instantly takes light.

rafe looks up at you, the fire sparking in the reflection of his eyes as you make your way towards him. he doesn't have to say a word, the way he sits back in the camping chair, silently telling you to take a seat.

you slide onto his lap, placing yourself sideways with your bum on his thigh. you look at rafe for a minute, just admiring his illuminated features as the orange flame flares up and down with the wind. you listen to the sound of rustling leaves, the distant lapping of waves on the nearby lake.

“are you having fun?” you ask rafe. he may be your boyfriend of two years, but it can still sometimes be hard to tell.

rafe nods, before grinning and leaning forward to press a kiss towards your lips. “i always have fun with you.”

you weren't sure that he would enjoy camping, especially tent camping it, but you always used to go every summer with your parents, and when you asked if he would be down to go, he didn't think twice before saying yes.

“you're sweet.” you giggle, leaning in to press the side of your head against his shoulder, tucking your nose into his neck, inhaling his scent after a long day of relaxing on the beach and taking strolls through the well trodden paths through the woods.

“you're probably the only person alive who would call me sweet.” rafe places his hand on your hip, squeezing it gently. 

it's not that rafe puts on a scary demeanor with everyone else, it's more like that's his natural state and you bring out a side meant just for you.

you kiss his neck, it's not enough, but it's a thank you for his vulnerability, his willingness to please you.

you both sit in comfortable silence, your eyes closed as you recover from the day while rafe stares at the fire, the flames calling to him. he holds you tight to his side as he reaches and tosses another log into the fire, a spit of sparks shooting up.

“who taught you how to build fires?” you ask rafe, looking at the now smashed teepee of sticks he had built up.

“i guess i taught myself.” rafe shrugs. “i always used to build them in the fire pit in the backyard whenever my dad would take sarah to softball practice.

“mmm.” you hum, pressing another kiss to his neck, before moving to his jaw. “we should go into the tent.”

“yeah.” rafe nods, picking you up effortlessly, his pants already beginning to swell just from having your lips on him. he walks quickly to the tent, having to duck down to fit inside, placing you on the inflatable mattress.

you let out a giggle as rafe zips the tent closed before tugging his shirt off, opening your arms up as he sets himself over your body, one hand sneaking beneath your shirt to your waist while his other hand cups your jaw, holding you in place as he kisses you.

“i love you.” you whisper to rafe before picking your shoulders up off the bed, letting him pull your shirt off.

the windows of the tent are zipped mostly shut to protect your privacy from those camping nearby, but you left the top open to just a screen after double checking there was no rain forecasted.

you look up at the stars, your soft moans and rafes low grunts lost to the music of the forest as the wind moves through the trees.

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“here, baby.” you hand a crumpled up newspaper to rafe. “we need it hot to roast our marshmallows.”

“mhm.” rafe finished building the fire, the embers still slightly warm from your fire last night before he places the newspaper at the center to get the fire going quicker.

“gosh, i can't wait.” you pat your stomach. “it's been so long since ive made s'mores.”

“i don't think ive had them in… ten years.” it may even be more than that. rafe hates the way it makes you pout. his lonely childhood hurts you as much as it hurts him. he fears sometimes even more from your reactions.

“come on.” rafe taps his knee. you really should have just packed one camping chair, it's not like you're sitting on your own as he pulls you into his lap, pressing kisses to your cheeks and jaw as you wait for the fire to grow.

“mmm, the s'mores…” you blink your eyes open, not even realizimg that you've relaxed so completely against rafe that you were almost asleep.

“ill make one for you.” rafe grabs the stick from the nearby table. “how burnt do you like your marshmallow?”

“just a bit.” you smile as rafe rolls his eyes. 

“i like mine burnt.” 

“oh im sooo surprised.” you joke as rafe sticks the marshmallow into the flames, just until it gets gooey before making your smore for you, adding extra chocolate for your sweet tooth.

“so good.” you moan when you take a bite, making rafe shift you slightly on his lap.

you eat s'mores as the moon rises, minutes ticking by until all of your graham crackers are used up.

you let out a yawn, eyes blinking the smoke out of your eyes as the wind momentarily shifts before blowing back in the same direction.

“gonna go put pajamas on.” you press a kiss to rafes forehead before moving to the tent, glad you went for a bigger size with enough room for you to get dressed and undressed. you sigh as you sit down to change your socks before laying back on the bed, not even realizing how exhausted you truly were as sleep takes you.

rafe checks on you after a few minutes, smiling when he realizes you're absolutely fine, just already in a deep sleep. he zips the tent back shut, keeping one eye on it as he goes back to the fire, building it up bigger and bigger as the flames grow, watching with excitement until he runs out of logs to add.

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rafes fingers twitch. you've been home for two weeks from the camping trip. he wonders when is it an appropriate time to suggest going again. he longs to feel the heat of a blaze against his skin, to feel the ultimate power of building a fire to his will.

“hey.” your soft voice interrupts his thoughts, his face easily shifting from one of intensity to soft love.

“hi baby.” rafe presses his lips against yours in a greeting.

“missed you today.” you hum. you work two days a week at a local animal shelter, mainly just to keep busy and do something to feel accomplished, and they almost always coincide with rafes work, but today was a rare occasion where he was off and you were busy, leaving rafe to roam the house in boredom until you get home.

“missed you more.” he says, placing a hand on your waist to pull you into a more intense kiss, his lips smashing against yours. “how's casper?”

you blink, it takes you a second for your mind to start working after the passionate kiss before the corners of your lips turn down. “still no one wants to adopt him.”

you couldn't believe it at first when the adorable little white puppy came into the shelter, you thought for sure someone would snatch him up instantly, until you saw that he's missing his two hind legs. clearly people in the area don't want to take the initiative to have a dog with only two front legs.

“im sorry.” rafe sighs. he kisses you again, this time soft and comforting. “it's best he waits for the right family though, yeah?”

rafe echos the words you always say when a dog takes a little longer to get adopted. better to wait for a forever family than to wind up back in the shelter after a few weeks.

“yeah.” you nod. “so, what'd you get up to today?”

“nothing.” rafe says honestly. 

“nothing?” you raise your eyebrow. “what are you gonna do when im gone next weekend?”

rafe let's out a curse. he forgot you were going on a girls trip. out of town to some spa that he has the address and phone number, along with any other information he might need to know, typed out in his notes when you first told him about it. just in case.

“shit, i was trying so hard not to think about it that i pushed it out of my mind completely.” he says with a light chuckle, but his face isn't one of happiness. 

you swipe your hand through his hair, combing back the dark blond strands. “maybe we need to get you a hobby. you can build a lego set or do a paint by numbers.”

it's mostly a joke, but you do want rafe to enjoy himself while you're away. you make a mental note to yourself as you go into the kitchen to make dinner to find something to keep his mind occupied while you're separated for the first time for longer than a day since you began dating.

--

rafe looks at your contact on his phone. his finger twitches over the call button, despite you just getting off the phone after talking for an hour, skipping out on drinks with the girls to chat, but you didn't tell rafe that, telling him everyone was in their rooms and that you had plenty of free time to keep him occupied.

he sighs, clicking on your contact picture. you set it at the beginning of your relationship, a kissy face selfie and rafe hasn't changed it since.

“fuck.” he groans, heartbeat starting to rise as a bead of sweat forms on his forehead, anxiety building.

he walks out of the house, no set route in mind. rafe tells himself the walk will clear his head, but what he put in his pocket before leaving says different. he needs to get the feeling out somehow.

he walks and walks until it's dark outside, moving towards the run down side of town until he comes to a small shack, purposely taking mostly abandoned roads. rafe scopes out the area quickly, looking around to see if theres anyone nearby, close enough to see him.

when the coast is clear, rafe lets out a sigh of relief as he pulls the matchbox out of his pocket, a fresh one, having to repurchase after using an entire box camping. 

rafe isn’t sure how easily the place will light up. the shed looks dry and old, and when he looks inside, its empty other than some old long forgotten gardening equipment. rafe strikes a match and sets it on the wooden window sill, watching as it burns out. rafe continues striking the matches and tossing them at the shack as sparks ignite the scraps of wood. 

rafe steps back when he throws the last one, tossing the empty cardboard box into the flames as they slowly take over the structure. rafe smiles, the anxiety that was building up inside him blowing away with the smoke.

the flames eagerly ate up the wood, spreading quickly and before rafe knew it, the already unsturdy roof was collapsing in on itself, sparks adding to the stars in the sky.

he stands for a moment longer, the warm orange glow causing an odd comfort. rafe knows its wrong, but he can’t help that he feels better after setting the fire, walking away as the wood turns to ash, the shack long forgotten and reduced to nothing.

--

rafe paces, strikes a match and lets it burn to his fingertips before blowing it out, paces some more, then pulls out another match. he’s not anxious this time, doesn’t feel the itch to set a place ablaze as he did two nights ago, having to shower three times before he finally got the smell of smoke out of his hair.

now, he’s just impatient. the front door is open, letting in a cool breeze and giving him a view of the driveway as he walks around the foyer, waiting for your car to pull in, for you to finally return home.

rafe blows out a match right when he sees your car turn down the street, his eyes widening as he tosses the matchbox onto the hallway table, stepping out onto the porch, unable to keep himself farther away, moving down the steps as you pull into the driveway.

you barely put the car in park before you’re flying out the door, jumping into rafes arms as he spins you around.

“oh my god, ive missed you so fucking much.” rafes arms are wrapped firmly around your waist, not letting your feet touch the ground as he walks towards the door.

“wait, rafe-” you giggle.

“we can bring your bags in later.” rafe says. he has other priorities.

“no, the car is still on!” rafe sighs and sets you down. you quickly run to pull the keys out of the car and lock it, rushing inside with rafe quick behind you. you toss the keys on the table, noting the matchbox but you're too busy being swept off your feet and carried up the stairs by rafe.

he lays you on the bed, only now pausing to take a minute. you may have only been gone for three nights in total, but it felt like a lifetime to rafe. he leans forward, pressing your lips together before continuing to just stare at you.

“stop looking.” you tug at rafes collar. “do something.”

rafe listens to your command, moving quickly to sink down the bed, tossing the hem of your dress up, not even bothering to take your underwear all the way off, simply sliding them to the side and burying his tongue in your cunt.

 --

“did you see a second shack burned down?” you look up from where you were mindlessly scrolling on social media. 

of course rafe knows. but he certainly isn’t going to just admit that to you. he can’t have you leaving him, he’d probably burn the whole town down if that happened.

“oh really?” rafe says, keeping his voice level, disinterested.

“yeah.” you zoom in closer on the picture, nothing more than a pile of ashes and dust. “damn, i wish i could have seen it on fire.”

the fire department didn’t even get to it until it was completely burned to the ground with how isolated it was. just as rafe planned it.

“really?” his eyebrows raise.

“yeah.” you nod. “i love fire.” you give him a mischievous smile. you surely don’t mean it in the same way as rafe does, but he feels a little more at peace. if you somehow found out, maybe you wouldn’t leave him because of it, or at least hear him out.

“hmm.” rafe just hums.

“we should build a firepit in the backyard.” you mumble the suggestion, but rafe quickly nods. “yes.”

you giggle, setting your phone down to move off the armchair and onto the couch next to rafe. “you wanna keep practicing your fire setup for the next time we go camping?”

rafe smiles, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips. “maybe.”

--

rafe tosses another log onto the flame, smiling at you as you rock gently in the hammock, set up precariously close to the fire so you can feel its warmth as you relax, the summer coming to an end.

“you look beautiful.” rafe says. the orange light illuminates your features, along with the twinkling fairy lights strung up along the back porch.

you just smile at him. you don’t need words, not anymore.

rafe pokes at the fire with a stick, opening up the center to allow more airflow into the bottom as the flame grows larger, but not too large, never when you’re around. 

“come lay with me.” you open your arms to rafe, who moves with ease onto the hammock next to you, the fabric pushing you both close to each other, glad you opted for the larger size so you could sit together. “i love you, baby.” rafe kisses your head, looking around the yard, at the fire, then up at the stars. “i love this life.”

“i love this life too.” you press your hand to your stomach. there’s a surprise you’ve yet to tell rafe. its only a suspicion, partially confirmed by a stick test, but you want the doctors confirmation to be sure before you tell rafe. you look up at him, tilting your head to the side so you can see his face. “you’re happy?” “yes.” he says honestly. “when im with you, i am.” 

“ill always be with you.” you grip rafes hand. you turned down opportunities for trips with your girlfriends. if they didn’t want rafe to come along, it was a no. you can’t blame them, but you refuse to leave him alone after putting the pieces together.

the first arson could have been a coincidence. but the second, on a night you were also away from rafe? you know its him. it’s why you suggested the fire pit in the backyard. why you won’t force him to spend another night without you, alone and anxious, having to face the demons of his past, his childhood. you know he’s not a bad man, not at heart, not deep inside. 

you turn to rafe, tears brimming in your eyes, overwhelmed with your feelings for him. “i love you so much.”

“baby.” rafe coos, bringing a hand to the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss. your hands run all over each others bodies, the moon and fire illuminating you as you work bits of clothes off, just enough for you to sink down onto rafes cock, more grinding together than thrusting at risk of spilling out of the hammock.

“god, you feel so good.” rafe groans, hands gripping your waist as he pushes in before making a miniscule movement back.

“filling me up perfectly.” you undulate your hips. sex with rafe is often wild and intense, but moments like this, where you’re just indulging in each others bodies, relaxing and slow, just like the swinging of the hammock.

“yeah, gonna fill you up real good.” rafe smirks, the corner of his lip twerking up.

the words spill out of you. “i think im pregnant.” you immediately want to take them back when rafes eyes widen.

“rafe-” you lean back, a look of regret on your face, but rafe just pulls you back in, slamming his lips against yours, hips moving faster, hand gripping your ass, pulling you against him as he cums, cock swelling inside of you before releasing.

“if you're not pregnant, im gonna make sure you are.” he gasps out, chest rising and falling, keeping his cock pushed inside of you.

“you’re not worried?” you ask. clearly the couple glasses of wine you had at dinner are giving you a loose tongue. 

“no.” rafe says honestly, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “i would be if this was anyone else. you know…” he swallows thickly. “you know how messed up my childhood was. how hard my dad was on me… i feel like this is a chance to heal that, to treat my kid better than i was ever treated. and i want this with you.”

“i want it too.” you coo, kissing him softly.

“oh, and i guess there’s no better time for this.” rafe chuckles, his softening cock still inside of you, fire dying to just embers as he reaches to his shorts, halfway down his thighs and pulled a small black velvet box out of his pocket, flipping it open with one skilled hand, turning the ring to glint in the orange light.

“will you marry me?”

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[rose-pearls]

Snow on the beach

I was inspired by the song "Snow on the beach" from Taylor Swift ft. Lana Del Rey. So hopefully you enjoy this!

Main Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187, @nyx2021, @thestarspangledcaptain, @kmc1989 (open)

Camp Half-blood had been buzzing with excitement since the announcement that there would be snow coming towards the camp in the early hours of the morning. A big part of the children had decided to go home but some of you had decided to stay at the camp. Most of you had spent the early part in the evening around the fireplace in the Hermes cabin talking about stories of your childhood. There had been some roasted marshmallow, warm chocolate, and sticky fingers but most of all laughter. It had been the first time you had felt like a real teenager, without the dangers of the outside world looming over you. 

Your plan had been to retire early, hoping to be awake early enough to catch some of the snow falling across camp but it seemed as if Clarisse had another idea as you heard her knock at midnight.

“What are you doing here?”, you can’t help but ask, the Hephaestus cabin had been empty for the most part as all of your half-siblings had decided to go home.

“I wanted to go for a little midnight stroll, what do you think?”, she asks, a soft smile on her lips as she looks at your attire. You had stollen one of her hoodies, and it had been keeping you warm. Her eyes that were roaming over your figure made you blush before you quickly let her in.

“You want to go on a walk in this weather?”, you quickly ask as you try to warm yourself up from the chilly air that had made his way inside the cabin.

“Yes, it will be romantic, no one is going to go out today so it will just be the two of us,” she tells you while coming closer to you and bringing you closer to her by the waist.

“Or we could stay here and keep each other warm under the covers?”, you say, trying to look innocent but judging by the way Clarisse pinches your side you know she understands what you were saying.

“As much as the idea is appealing, and trust me it is, I do want to walk a little bit and then we can get under your covers.”, she says, and it doesn’t take you long to agree as she looks at you with puppy dog eyes.

“Fine, but let me get my coat and scarf,” you tell her, and she waits for you on your bed until you are ready. She quickly takes you hand in hers before dragging you outside, looking excited to be going out in the cold.

Just like she had said there doesn’t seem to be anyone outside as you start to walk towards the lake, some lights are still on, but you can see that they all seem to retire to bed. 

Clarisse’s fingers are still a little bit sticky from the marshmallows she had earlier in the evening, but you don’t mind as you remember her bright smile as she told you a story of her childhood. She would go sledding with her mother, every year before Christmas dinner and opening the gifts, it had been the one thing she always looked forward to. Maybe this is why she wanted to go for a walk, you couldn’t really go sledding but at least you would be outside in the cold. 

As the two of you arrived at the lake you suddenly felt something cold on your cheek, and as you look up you saw white snow starting to fall.

“It’s snowing!”, you hear Clarisse say in glee and you can only laugh in excitement at the sight of it.

It had been a long time since you had felt so young, the snow reminded you of all the early mornings with your mother as the snow was falling down outside. 

Clarisse drags you closer to the lake and you can’t stop looking around in awe, at the sight of the snow while you were at the lake. The both of you start twirling around while yelling for the thousand time that it was snowing.

“You know this feels like a scene from a movie,” she whispers as she once again holds you close in her arms. There is snow falling around you, but you don’t care about it as you look into her soft brown eyes. 

“It does, like a scene from a romcom,” you say, and she shakes her head softly in amusement.

“I love you,” she tells you so quietly you aren’t sure you have heard her, but there is that fierce love in her eyes that tells you everything you need to know, there is also a bit of uncertainty, but you squeeze her waist in reassurance.

“I know I don’t tell you that often, but I do. You are the best thing that happened to me sunshine. I can’t even imagine a life without you in it anymore,” her words make your heart flutter, and you feel the need to protect her from anything and everything. She had swept you off your feet at your first duel, literally and emotionally. Ever since then you had been falling for her even more every day.

“I love you too, so much you don’t have any idea,” you whisper, and she seems emotional at your words.

“I think I do,” there is that knowing smile on her lips, and you can’t help but kiss them, the coldness of the snow combined with the lingering taste of chocolate make you smile into the kiss. 

She holds you impossible close and you can’t stop kissing her, ignoring the snow seeping into your scarf. 

“Common, we should head back before we get sick,” she whispers against your lips and you can’t help but whine at the words, wanting to stay in the moment with her. 

“I wish we could stay here forever but unfortunately we don’t have the equipment for it,” she whispers, and you can’t help but agree as you start to feel cold.

“Fine, but next year I am buying the best winter jacket, and we are staying here together,” you tell her, missing her look of surprise at the mention of still being there together next year.

“Next year?”, she can’t help but ask as you stop in your steps.

“Of course, and every year after that until we need to leave Camp Half-blood and then we can find a fun sledding spot. Unless you want to spend the holidays with your mother, which I completely understand,” you get ready to continue to ramble about the possibilities before you get cut off by a searing kiss. 

“I love you so much,” she says, and you look at her in surprise before a warm smile appears on your lips.

“And I love you,” you tell her before taking her hand in yours and starting the walk back to your cabin while chatting about possible sledding spots. 

[itsvelyria]

"types of date the f1 drivers would love"

Charles Leclerc

Exercise Dates: Charles has a newfound love for workouts, he realises as he watches you expertly straighten your arms — the ones currently holding onto the weight bar like a pro. You had convinced him to join you in a morning yoga class, claiming it did wonders for mental health. Like the stupid in-love fool he is, he had agreed, on the condition that you would join him in a gym session. In his head, you were completely taken by his impressive show of strength in a new environment. That was not the case. And to make matters worse, the bicep curls you two had did earlier had resulted in a little, minor, unnoticeable tingle in the back of his spine that sent blood rushing to the bottom half of his body.

 

Carlos Sainz

Nature Dates: Mountains were for hiking and running and the occasional stargazing session when he was in the mood for it. What he was unaware of, was their ability to host camping sessions. But you did. And you had asked him with unmistakable joy in your twinkling eyes. So now here he was, sitting on a camping chair that you had set up. In fact, everything was set up by you — the chairs, tent, fire. You had even brought metal sticks specifically for roasting marshmallows, which was what the pair of you were doing now. He watched as you purposefully burned your marshmallow, fanning out the flames that had engulfed the treat. It was quiet in the background and unlike in the city, he found himself fully focused on you.

 

Daniel Ricciardo

Driving Dates: He thought you were mad when you brought up a road trip. But he went along, thinking that a little road trip through Australia couldn’t be that extreme. He was so wrong. First, because it wasn’t through Australia and second, because he had forgotten you were the one planning. So now here he was, listening to your off-tune rendition of Coast by Hailee Steinfeld as he drives through what he is 60% sure is Wanaka in bloody New Zealand. The weather could not be more perfect, with amber coloured leaves decorating the trees and ground and the morning sun still shining through the mountains. You offer a chip to him, holding the delicate thing out between your fingers. He takes it without a second thought. In his opinion, being with you made the best dates.

George Russell

Educational Experiences: It was supposed to be a public conference about dinosaurs at the Natural History Museum. And you had plans to go alone, take some time to yourself, enjoy the strange bout of nice weather London has been bestowed. George was the one who had invited himself and waited by the door. And how were you to say no, while the man was dressed like an academic, even going the extra mile of wearing glasses. So you spent a quiet, calming few hours listening intently to a few speakers then touring the museum with your hand tucked into his. It was a nice feeling, sharing your intellectual interests with him and having him actually pay attention unlike some other ex-boyfriends you've had. Maybe you would invite him on a few more dates like these from now on.

Lando Norris

Adventurous Outings: He had brought you because it was what he did as a child and you two were on a trip to visit his parents and hometown so it only made sense. Then he saw you having the time of your life, racing down straights and winding round corners. Your cheeks were flushed and your hair matted but you had clutched to his arms and asked if you could do another round. Now, it was his personal mission to bring you go-karting in as many tracks as possible. It also helps that he actually (secretly) likes losing to you, because you spend the rest of the day with the biggest grin on your face and nothing beats seeing you like that. He also likes the little kisses you give to comfort his "bruised ego", but he will deny it till the world ends.

 

Lewis Hamilton

Group Socializing: He loved this. He thinks he can die happy like this. Okay, maybe not. But this would definitely be one of the scenes that would flit through his mind while he was dying. The immense rush of serotonin that fills his brains and muscles when he sees you fluttering around the room should be studied. His eyes never leave your form, clad in a simple cream dress, the perfect contrast to the glow of your skin. You pour bubbly champagne for his friends and have little interactions with the kids scattered around the room which sends them giggling. The adults are enthralled by you too, countless eyes lingering on your form as you leave their small groups. He can’t blame them – being the most shameless one ever. But even so, he’s the only one who can wrap his arms around your tiny waist, pulling you into his chest, the beam on your lips the brightest thing he’s seen all day.

 

Max Verstappen

Romantic Retreats: Being away from his simulator for this long felt a little weird. He acknowledged the tingly feeling in the back of his spine every morning when he woke up in the largest bed he had ever seen, looking out onto the turquoise ocean. The sea breeze that greeted him this morning was cool, and his robe hung alone beside the bathroom door. The other was wrapped around the figure gazing out onto said sea out on the exposed balcony. Someone has been by the private island with breakfast, he notes, smelling the spread of breakfast foods from the adjoining dining room. He would join you soon, thick white robe around his shoulders and you between his arms, but until then, he lets the tingly feeling settle and just enjoys the view.

[cottonlemonade]

Hi hi!! I saw your lemonade stand and I LOVE the concept omg. Can I request a medium watermelon lemonade with pomegranate seeds for Asahi?

Thank you so much if you write it !! I hope you have a great day 🩷

Sharing A Tent With His Crush

word count: 1926 || avg. reading time: 8 mins.

pairing: Asahi x chubby manager!Reader

genre: fluff with spice

warning: mdni, spoilers

request: fluffy-spicy, sharing a tent with pining friend Asahi

“One, two, three, four…”

As Takeda counted in the background, Coach Ukai studied his clipboard, listening with a content smile to the hollering and laughter that was carried up from the beach by an easy sea breeze. The kids were off swimming and building sandcastles and trenches, enjoying their hard earned freedom after weeks of studying and practices.

“Oh no.”

Ukai turned to the teacher.

“What is it, Sensei?”

“Oh nononono - no!”

“What? Did we forget a cooler? What?”

“We are one tent short!”

“What?!”, Ukai’s booming yell made some birds fly out of a tree top, “I double checked it! Are you sure?”

The men stood shoulder to shoulder, counting. Again. And again. But even after the fifth time, Ukai had to admit his mistake.

“What are we gonna do?”, Takeda asked, panic rising in his voice.

“We just… gotta rethink logistics.”, Ukai said, grabbing the clipboard once more and flipping to the page of the sleeping arrangements.

One of the boys was supposed to sleep alone anyway. And one of the girls, too, because both numbers were uneven.

“Maybe we can squeeze Nishinoya, Hinata and Yamaguchi into one and then have y/n take the free boys’ tent.”

“Sensei, we can’t just sort them by size. I think… hm, y/n is a third year. If we put her with one of the other third years they should have the presence of mind not to try any funny business. The first years won’t get a wink of sleep having a girl so close to them at night and the second years are as girl-crazy as they come.”

“How about Sugawara then?”

“Don’t be too trusting, Sensei. I don’t think he is as innocent as he seems.”, Ukai said with a frown, “And Sawamura might do something without even realizing he is flirting. - I hate to say it but … Azumane will be too chicken to even go near her. I think he is our best bet.”

Asahi went pale when the news broke over dinner. He looked at you and was quite relieved to see you equally as shocked.

“It‘s just for one night.“, Ukai said quickly, “Not a big deal.“

Both the ace and third manager would very much beg to differ but the coach already made his way back to Takeda and his plate of chicken.

“No big deal.“, you repeated under your breath.

“No big deal.“, Asahi agreed.

It was, in fact, a big deal to Asahi. He didn‘t know exactly when he started to be hopelessly in love with you but if he had to take a guess, it was probably somewhere around the time when he noticed all of his sketches and doodles of various outfits becoming chubbier until they eventually matched your figure. Skirts for a lovely Sunday date, pantsuits for eventually kicking butt at an office where you undoubtedly would end up as CEO sooner or later, dresses for imaginary galas you‘d attend and even an elaborate gown for a daydream of a royal ball he had during a boring physics lesson. (He also came up with his own outfit for that occasion to match you.)

Noya was the only one he confided in. The libero had sworn on his honor to never hit on you and ever since tried to push his best friend to make a move before graduating and possibly losing sight of you. And after much pushing and pestering and strategizing, Asahi, under threat of violence, had agreed to confess his feelings before graduation - as an out, Asahi didn’t tell his friend that he hadn’t actually specified whether it was graduating high school or university so he still had time either way.

After dinner the team gathered around a bonfire to roast marshmallows and make up completely ridiculous, yet confident, remarks about constellations in the clear night sky.

Asahi was torn between wanting to play for time until curfew or savor every second of the increasingly appealing mishap - to share a tent, all night, alone, side by side with his crush.

But of course, as with every good beach episode, there had to be a game of truth or dare involved.

Daichi was forced to admit that he was deadly scared of mice, Hinata had to sit still for a whole minute and, in the meantime, Tsukki was dared to not insult him once. It was fun until Noya turned to you and the glint in his eyes made you gulp.

“So, y/n-san. Truth or dare?”

Quite frankly, both of these were dangerous coming from him but maybe truth wouldn’t be so bad.

Noya gave a victorious grin.

“Who, of the people here, do you have a crush on?”

Asahi wasn’t sure if it was the light of fire that made your cheeks look so pink. His heart quickened. You stammered, kneading your fingers in your lap.

“Alright everyone.”, Daichi said when an alarm went off on his phone, “Let’s get to bed. Lights out in 15 minutes.”

Noya groaned and began to argue but one look from the captain had him crumble. So instead, he and Tanaka pushed each other out of the way, eager to be the one to accompany Kiyoko the few steps to the tent she shared with Yaachi.

Suga and Daichi gave Asahi a nondescript nod Goodnight before heading to bed themselves.

It was quite miraculous, you thought, how Asahi’s massively tall frame could fit next to you, when your plump form occupied a good part of the truly pathetically crammed tent already.

You sat cross legged on your sleeping bag, in your pyjama shorts and oversized t-shirt. Given the sleeping arrangements you decided to keep wearing a bra.

“Just for one night, right?”, you said in a (failed) attempt to make your voice sound light and airy.

You pumped some oil into the palm of your hand before running your fingers through your hair. The pleasant smell filled the tent. You caught his eyes and smiled, then both of you looked away again. The atmosphere was somewhat stiff, even though you’ve been on friendly terms with the fellow third years ever since you switched over from the Sewing Club about a year ago.

“Do you think-“

“So what would you-“

You said at the same time and broke off, laughing awkwardly.

“You first.”, he said.

“Do you think it’s okay if we keep on a light?”, you asked.

“Sure. Do you have one? Cause otherwise, I brought-” Asahi reached for his backpack and so did you.

After a moment’s rummaging you produced a small panda bear figure and turned to see a thing in his hand that looked suspiciously like a round little rabbit with a leaf umbrella.

“Is that… is that the official Totoro night light with 8 different color options and dimming function??”

Asahi nodded and you clasped your hands in delight, leaning closer to inspect it as he held it out to you. You let out a small gasp. This was one of the best night lights on the market right now after all!

“I wanted one of those for ages! But they're always sold out! How did you get it?”

“I set myself an alert for when they’re back in stock.”

He basked in your impressed “Ohhhh” and a few minutes later you both lay on your stomachs, looking at the two soft glowing figures in front of you.

Outside the tent, Ukai nodded approvingly on his last checkup before turning in himself in the room he shared with Takeda in a guesthouse on the border of the camping grounds.

“What was your question?”

“Hm?”, Asahi turned to look at you.

“Earlier when I asked you about the light. You wanted to say something as well. What was it?”

“Oh, not important.”, he said and moved the Totoro night light a little closer to your panda.

“Come on, I wanna know.”, you lightly pushed his leg with your foot to encourage him.

“I was just… I-i was wondering what you would have said if Daichi’s alarm hadn’t gone off.”, he mumbled.

“When? Oh, the game. Uhm.” The pink from earlier returned to your cheeks. Now would be as good a time as any, you thought and after a deep breath you replied, “You.”

Stupidly, Asahi rolled around to check if there was someone else behind him in the tiny tent before moving his attention back to you.

“Me?”

“Yeah, you.”, you laughed.

“I- I don't know what to say.”, Asahi stammered.

You regarded him with a thoughtful smile, still somewhat hopeful that what Kiyoko and Suga told you was right.

“Well, you could tell me if you feel the same or not, maybe?”

“Oh right! Yes!”, he said, much louder than intended and ducked his head a moment later, “Yes, I do like you. A lot.”

You beamed at him.

“Nice.”

The following giggles were suppressed in your respective pillows.

When you came back up for air he brushed a few loose strands of hair out of his face and cleared his throat, “Would you like to go out with me once we’re back?”

“I’d love to.”

“Great.”

You both looked at each other, unsure of what to do next.

“So…”, you began, weighing your words carefully, “Do you wanna make out?”

If Asahi had been drinking water, he would have choked on it. His face immediately turned bright red and he needed a minute to put a coherent word together. You waited patiently.

“Yes.”, he croaked eventually.

He didn’t move.

“I’ll be right there.”, he assured you, his voice and face still not quite back to normal.

“That’s alright.”

Asahi’s eyes widened when you scooted closer and your noses almost touched.

“Hi.”

“H-hello.”

It started out with a peck. You pulled back to check if he had any objections but you didn’t get very far. His lips followed yours as if magnetic. He sighed into the kiss and your smile widened if possible even further. His large hand came to rest on your waist and you slotted your leg between his. The kiss soon became open mouthed, your tongue slipping back and forth to test the waters.

You hummed happily against him, making him squeeze your pillowy hips. He was losing his mind. How could one person feel this good? Your hand brushed down his muscular arm to lay on top of his and began to move it. He was so engrossed in your taste that he didn’t notice until he cupped your breast.

“Y/n…”, he breathed, resting his forehead against yours. He stared at his hand, how it went up and down along with your panting. You, in turn, felt him throb against your thigh that was pushed between his legs.

Your chubby fingers closed around his much larger hand, easing him into the idea that he was free to touch you.

“Y/n…”, he whispered again and was met with your lips on his once more. He had never been drunk before but he was sure this was exactly what it must feel like.

Asahi groaned into your mouth when his palm pressed against your hardened nipple, pushing through the fabrics.

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Picking up a piece of omelet with his chopsticks the next morning, Asahi grinned down at his bowl of rice like an idiot. You sat right next to him, so close that your heavenly thighs touched his, just as dazed from the previous night.

Tsukki frowned and said to no one in particular, but loud enough for you to hear, “Do they realize that tents aren’t soundproof?”

a/n: this one got so away from me xD thank you for your request and your kind words! I hope you enjoy it 🌟

Also I apologize for being so inactive. It’s a mixture of writer’s block, summer heat and a twisted back 🥲

[punkrockmlchael]

Congrats on 100, babe!! I’d love to request Gareth x fem!reader with prompt #40!! ❤️‍🔥

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18+ mdni, Smut: Unprotected PinV, Riding Gareth, Creampie (Both Gareth and Reader are in their early 20s)

Thank you so so much for reading my work and for requesting! I hope you enjoy hehe. This quickly became longer than anticipated but oh well... (Word Count: 1681)

Prompt: Camping ; Gareth Emerson x Fem!Reader

"I hate camping," Gareth complained as you finished setting up the tent. You pounded the stake into the ground, ensuring the tent was sitting up perfectly and would not move despite anything coming its way. "Did I mention that I hate camping?" He asked, crossing his arm over his chest as he stood behind you and supervised, as he called it.

"Mm," you hummed, standing up. "You may have mentioned it once or twice in the last, oh, I don't know, five minutes." You muttered, unzipping the tent. You set up the blankets, sleeping bags and pillows inside the small space, looking back at Gareth as he continued to pout with his arms crossed.

"So, then, why are we camping?" He asked, looking at you.

"Because, I thought it would be fun?" You replied back, standing up. You walked towards your boyfriend and smiled, wrapping your arms around his waist gently. "And because I wanted to snuggle up next to you under the stars by the fire in the woods." 

He grunted in response, moving his arms down to your hips gently. He held your hips softly, looking down at you. "Why couldn't we just snuggle together in our own bed at home?" 

"Because, what’s the fun in that?” You asked, giggling softly. “You don’t want to roast marshmallows, make some s’mores, cuddle up next to each other in the tent and who knows… have some fun later?” You added, wiggling your eyebrows at him. 

“Have some fun, how?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow at your wiggling eyebrows. “There’s literally nothing fun about camping. There’s dirt, there’s bugs, it gets cold at night, there’s never anywhere to use the bathroom.” Gareth rambled on complaint after complaint. 

You sighed in frustration, groaning at how oblivious your boyfriend was, and at how he didn’t seem to want to have fun with you. 

“Give me one night?” You pleaded, placing a gentle kiss on his lips before muttering softly. “Give me tonight, if you’re still hating camping tomorrow we can go home early.”

“Really?” He asked, trying to hide the smile on his face. 

“Really,” you replied, nodding. “But you have to promise to at least try to have fun.” You pulled away from the kiss and grabbed your backpacks, placing them inside the tent in the corner. 

“I promise,” he mumbled, watching you. “Do you need any help?”

You shook your head, looking back at him. “Not unless you know how to start a fire.”

“Gasoline and matches.” 

You snorted a laugh, “I suppose you are correct in that sense. But, just be careful.” You said, watching Gareth move to try and start a fire. He threw some wood in the small fire pit, arranging it perfectly before he soaked the wood with some gasoline. He lit a match carefully and threw it on the soaked wood, watching the flames rise up quickly before dying down into a soft lull. "How did you do that?" You asked, watching the fire before turning your attention to Gareth.

"Well, I was a Boy Scout," he said with a chuckle.

"Really? You were a Boy Scout and you hate camping?" 

"I don't enjoy sleeping in a tent when I could be in my bed all nice and warm."

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head as you grabbed the hotdogs out of the cooler to cook them over the fire. "Gareth, don't you enjoy seeing nature? Spending time outside while observing your surroundings? Getting away from the big city to just take a deep breath and enjoy your time?" You asked, moving towards the fire to cook dinner for the two of you.

"Not really, no." He shook his head, watching you. "Don't get me wrong, baby. I enjoy seeing nature with you, I enjoy spending time with you away from the big city but... why couldn't we just go to the beach or something and sleep in a hotel room with a bed?" He asked, taking a seat next to you in the folding lawn chair he had set up earlier before the tent. 

You looked at him, rotating the hotdogs on the fire. "Because, I like camping. I like spending time with you and I wanted to get away from everything for a bit. If you hate camping that much next time we can just go to the beach." You pointed toward the bag of hotdog buns on the cooler and Gareth reached for them, opening the bag. He grabbed out some hotdog buns and opened them, holding them towards you.

"I just, I never really camped other than with my Boy Scout troop and it just wasn't fun." He said, nodding as you put the hotdogs in the buns. "A bunch of nerds and losers running around making things out of sticks and getting stupid badges." 

"It'll be different with me," you replied, taking one of the hotdogs from his hand. "I promise." You smiled, looking at him.

"I believe you," Gareth said softly, taking a bite of his hotdog. 

"Do you?" 

He nodded, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as he pulled you closer to him.

Around one in the morning Gareth woke up freezing. He groaned and moved closer to you, trying to get some of your body heat or some more heat from the blankets. He shivered again, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Baby," he mumbled into your ear, causing you to stir and wake up slightly.

"Hm?" You asked, rolling over so you were facing him. You looked up at him and smiled tiredly, kissing his lips gently. 

"Are you not, like, freezing to death?" He mumbled against your lips before he kissed you back. You hummed into the kiss and shrugged.

"Not really," you replied, pulling away from the kiss. "Why? Are you?"

"Fuck, yeah, it's so cold." He replied, shivering slightly.

"Need me to warm you up?" You asked, kissing his neck gently.

"Please," he mumbled, closing his eyes as you continued to kiss up and down his neck. 

You readjusted yourself under the blanket, moving so that you were now on top of him. You left another soft kiss on his lips as you moved your hips against his slightly. A groan escaped Gareth's lips as his hands moved to your waist, holding you tightly.

"Fuck, baby girl," he groaned. "Is this your plan to warm me up? Get me all hot and bothered?" You shrugged, rubbing against the growing bulge in his pants. 

"Best way to warm you up is to have some fun, you know?" You asked, moving to slide your pants and panties off quickly. "Unless, you don't want to?" 

He shook his head quickly, watching you tug his sweatpants and boxers down just enough to let his rock hard erection spring free. "Oh, no, no; I want to." He said, wincing as the cold air hit his cock.

"Perfect," you muttered, moving overtop of him again. You sunk down onto his cock slowly, groaning at the feeling. You repositioned the blanket over your shoulders and leaned down, kissing his lips as you rocked your hips against his. Your hands rested on his chest over the soft fabric of his hoodie. 

Gareth moaned against your lips, his hands moving back to your waist as he held you tightly. “Mm, fuck,” he groaned, thrusting up into you as you continued to move and bounce on his cock slowly and teasingly.

You moved to place kisses on his jawline and back to his neck, nibbling on it gently. He moaned your name softly, head falling back against the pillow in the small tent. He looked up at you, seeing you through the dim moonlight that was peeking through the tent. Gareth’s hands moved up from your hips to your chest, squeezing your breasts through the heavy sweatshirt you had on still.

“Fuck,” he moaned, thrusting up into you again. “God, baby, if this is what camping with you is like… maybe I should reconsider how much I hate it. Because this?” He groaned as you bit on his neck a little harder. “This is definitely something I love.” 

“Mhm,” you moaned as he squeezed your breasts harder. “What did you think I meant when I said we could have some fun?” 

“I don’t know, star gazing?” He replied, moving his right hand down to where your bodies were connected. He found your clit and began rubbing tight circles on it as he thrusted up into you.

You moaned his name, shaking your head as you moved to kiss his lips again. “Fuck that,” you mumbled against his lips. “I’d rather just do you inside a tent.”

He groaned, kissing your lips roughly. He bit your bottom lip and snuck his tongue into your mouth as you stopped your movements, sinking down onto him fully before just grinding your hips against his. He groaned into your mouth, rubbing circles on your clit faster as he bucked his hips up again.

“Fuck, Gareth,” you whined, pulling away from the kiss. “I’m gonna cum,” you groaned, rocking your hips more.

“Yeah, pretty girl?” He asked, looking up at you. “Cum for me, cum on my cock,” he said softly, squeezing one of your breasts in his left hand. You moaned his name loudly, clenching around him before you released around him. 

Gareth groaned, moving his hands to your hips again. He gripped them tightly and helped you move on his cock again. “Gareth,” you mumbled, moving your hands to his shoulders for support. You groaned, squeezing his shoulders gently.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum,” he moaned softly, thrusing up one more time as he whined, cumming deep inside of you. You moaned again, falling back down onto him as you leaned down, placing some soft kisses on his cheeks. 

He smiled a little, his arms wrapping around your back. He hummed, leaving a soft kiss on your head as you snuggled into his neck. “Still hate camping?” You asked softly.

He shook his head, chuckling. “No, not if this is what we get to do at night.”

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[caitchercatlady]

Sleeping Over at Ramshackle w/Malleus

The next time Malleus visits you, he questions you on the concept of a sleepover party. You’re about to respond pretentiously until you remember how sheltered Malleus has been since childhood. As a treasured prince of a highly revered royal legacy, he shouldn’t be taking chances with strange commonfolk. Now that he’s away from his overbearing grandmother and courtiers, he wants to experience the commoner celebrations at least once.

Of course, with Malleus’s oh-so-malevalent reputation, he’s been skimped out on opportunities with (and by) his fellow classmates. He sees Silver and Sebek enjoy themselves, and the little green monster has been itching at Malleus lately.

You suggest that Malleus can stay over at Ramshackle any time he wants. Your door is always open.

“To intrude on one’s property would be sinful.”

“Not if you have the host’s permission to visit. It’s not like you’re gonna live at Ramshackle forever.”

Malleus smirks. “I suppose that is a correct statement.” His voice trails off, and he slips into his pondering state. You’re about to ask what it is until Malleus speaks up again. “May I ask about your weekend schedule?”

“What for?”

“Would you be welcome to have this “sleepover party” with me?”

You can never refuse such a request. You suggest that the party can start on Saturday when the both of you are free.

“Indeed, I shall arrive and be the polite guest of the evening.”

The week slowly inches by, and homework and class has you almost forgetting the arrangement you have promised Malleus earlier in the week. On Friday, Grim asks you if you’ll be joining Ace and Deuce to Foothill Town, but you let your little cat friend know of your sleepover plans instead.

“Malleus is coming here? Why?” he exclaims.

“Because he politely asked,” you respond matter-of-factly.

Grim doesn’t like the idea, but he can’t argue as you’ve been put in charge of Ramshackle based on the Headmage’s word.

He leaves with the boys Saturday morning, and the Adeuce duo, too, are concerned about your idea. You reassure them that it’s a sleepover, not a battle of the wands. They mean well, and you know this, but you also wish people would be more accepting of Malleus as you are. You remind yourself this is not an easy feat to accomplish.

You spend the rest of the hours organizing the guest room. You don’t know what exactly will make a royal prince, let alone a Housewarden comfortable. You can only do what you have in Ramshackle’s possession.

Once Malleus’s potential room is spick and span, you head into the kitchen and align the ingredients for roasting marshmallows. It’s past five and you wonder if Malleus is on his way. You send him a text about when he’ll come over. Instead of texting back, assuming he’s still lacking knowledge of the function, Malleus responds with a phone call.

“Yeah, Hornton. I was wondering when you were coming over,” you tell him.

“Depends if you are ready to receive me.”

“I think so. I made sure everything was ready.”

“Splendid.”

Before you can say anything else, he hangs up. “Hornton?”

A knock at the door soon follows. Who else could it be knocking than the guest you are expecting? You open the door and behold, there he stands.

“Here I am. This is my dress for the “sleepover.” Does it meet your expectations?”

Your jaw hits the floor. You invite Malleus into Ramshackle, ogling his draping black pajamas (a shirt and pants set) with forest green bordering. A lake blue shawl hangs off his shoulders. Its imprint is calligraphy in natural artistic form. Tassels drop from the edges of the fabric as if blowing in the wind as the Briar Valley prince walks and turns. You barely believe what Malleus is wearing is even pajamas. Are these even fit for a sleepover? “You really are a prince.”

“Yes? Was I to be disbelieved?”

“What?” Did you really say that out loud? Your face shades into the reddest color to exist. “I mean, yes, you are. I just…I don’t know why I said--”

Malleus interrupts your stammering with a comfortable chuckle. “You’re quite the charmer. I accept your compliment. Thank you.”

Though he permits the compliment, your face is still hot. “You’re welcome.

To quickly divert away from the embarrassing moment. You show Malleus the materials for smores and explain that these are the quintessential sleepover snack.

“Wouldn’t a snack consist of one item? You have displayed an entire collection,” he remarks.

“Well, yeah,” you mutter. “You have to build it and then eat it.”

“Build it? Will you please instruct me?”

You explain that they need to roast the marshmallow and then squish it with chocolate and graham crackers like a sandwich. “I would use the fireplace, but wood is not available for burning, so the next best thing is the stove.”

“Is it?” Malleus’s voice is deep as he asks.

You open a marshmallow bag, and Malleus takes one as you offer. You’re about to turn on the stove, but he advises you not to. Poking his marshmallow on his fork, Malleus gives one spit, and a flame engulfs the puffy block of sugar. He blows it out after a few seconds, leaving the fluffy block partially black. “Like this?” he asks you.

Astounded, you only nod.

Though without your permission, he takes your marshmallow fork and does the same thing for you. “How fun this is. I haven’t had an excuse to blow my fire in a long time. I could eat these little objects by themselves.”

“If you want to, you can. I can’t stop you from doing that.”

“No. I shall combine it with the other ingredients you suggested. How fair will it be to ignore instructions such as yours?”

So with both marshmallows squashed onto the chocolate and graham crackers, the both of you dig into your creations. Much to your delight, Malleus thrills himself in the smores. Of course, you two are careful with eating too much.

With your stomachs full with sugary goodness, you and Malleus head upstairs to relax for the rest of the night. Your room has its curtains apart, shining the moonlight into the space. As you pace your breathing, staring at the ceiling, Malleus is distracted by the outside.

“What are you looking at, Horton?” you question.

“The stars,” he replies nonchalantly. “They are very beautiful.”

You look over at the window, too. “Oh, yeah, they are.”

“This dormitory has always been the most ideal spot to watch the night stars. The serenity of it all eases one’s troubles so quickly.”

You agree that it does have a clear view. “Diasomnia doesn't have the same view?”

“I’m afraid not. Diasomnia House is always cloaked in dark clouds.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Apologies are not necessary here. It is the nature of the dormitory’s design.”

The two of you sit in silence for a moment. “Hornton…”

“Hmm?”

“When you used to sneak off here, what exactly did you do? Stare at the stars?”

“Not in silence if that is what you are referring to. This was a quiet place to practice music, too.”

“Music?”

He removes his shawl from his shoulders and gently wraps it around yours. Malleus waves his hand, twisting his wrist circularly. The neck of a violin lands perfectly in his palm. The body of the instrument is decorated in carefully designed vines as they’ve been customly engraved. When he waves his other hand the same way, the bow to the violin appears in the correct grasping position. Malleus scooches to the edge of the bed, points the bow to the moon, having the light bounce into the room, and graces Ramshackle with a romantic nocturne.

The violin’s sweet, velvety voice softens against your ears. Its lullaby lulls you to a candied slumber. Your body slips, so that your back leans against the mattress gently. Malleus continues his song, distracted in his confident stringing. His song comes to a soft conclusion, and his eyes glance at your resting self. Malleus captures his chuckles down his throat as he vanishes his instructment back to where it has sat before he’s summoned it for the song. He watches you peacefully sleep, carefully twirling your hair with his pronounced nails. As Malleus looks over you, he realizes that a sleepover isn’t just about sleeping away from where your home is. Sleeping over perhaps is a little bit more.

[tetsuswaifu]

Beach Day with the Boys (Haikyu! x Reader) - Pt. 1

⋆ ♱˙𓆩☠︎︎𓆪˙♱ ⋆ feat: Bokuto Kōtarō, Kuroo Tetsurō (early relationship for both)fluff

word count: 988

a/n: i love the beach so much and i love the idea of what it would be like to go with them, so i will be writing for more of the guys soon enough, lmk if you would like to be apart for the taglist also if you have submitted a request recently, i promise ill get to them, ive got some nonserious family stuff going on thank you for being so patient w me 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated, thank you for taking the time to read my work :)

・❥・Bokotu Kōtarō・❥・

You and Bokuto are early to arriving at the beach, being the first one's there. Both of you wanted to stake out the best spot so you could set up the volleyball net. Bokuto was very insistent on it being in the perfect spot, making sure it far enough from the water and designated the seating area of the group. His focus about the whole thing made you laugh, you had never seen him so serious before. The guy even brought a rake to keep the area clean of anything that could injure anyone.

Once everyone arrives and unpacks their belongings, he’s eager to start a game. He chooses you as his partner and you are ecstatic. Together you dominate the sandy court with a mix of your amazing serves and his powerful spikes. After every point made, Bokuto can’t help but cheer loudly in triumph. His excitement rubbing off on others, making everyone smile.

After claiming victory, Bokuto pulls you up onto his shoulders, parading around the beach while chanting, “We are the champions!” His enthusiasm so infectious that onlookers start to clap and cheer for you.

Not surprisingly, Bokuto still has a lot of energy after the intense game so he suggests going swimming. He races you to the water; he lets you get ahead, and before you know it, you're swept off your feet and gently tackled into the waves. You laugh as you splash each other playfully. He challenges you to various water games, like who can hold their breath the longest or swim the fastest. Despite his competitive nature, he has very good sportsmanship. He will always cheer for you, regardless of who wins.

After playing in the water, you decide you want to relax and tan, while Bokuto gets in another game of volleyball. With every move he makes, his chiseled muscles glisten in the sun. You'd watch him play all day if you could.

After his match, he joins you on a beach blanket, taking a break to enjoy some fruit and cold drinks. The small talk between the both of you is enjoyable, talking about anything and everything you could think of.

As the sunset approaches, all the boys take initiative to get the bonfire going. Each person takes a seat on the logs surrounding the fire, taking turns roasting hot dogs and marshmallows, sharing funny stories about each other. Bokuto's laughter was joyful and loud, you couldn't help but smile at the sound.

When stars began to show up in the night sky, Bokuto and you excuse yourselves to take a walk down the beach. He reaches over and intertwines his fingers with yours, “I’ve had such an amazing time with you, today. You make everything so much more fun.. and I, um,” he pauses, his hand squeezes yours, “… I think I’m falling for you.” “I think I am too, Kou,” you give him a firm kiss, more than a peck but not too intense.

After his confession, you both head back to your spot and lay down on a blanket, gazing up at the stars. He pulls you closer to him, releasing a sigh of contentment. He couldn’t be happier to be surrounded by you and his friends on this wonderful, beachy day.

・❥・Kuroo Tetsurō ・❥・

When you get to the beach, Kuroo is eager and extremely prepared to get everything set up. He’s got a big canopy to sit under, a foldable table for the food, those reclining camping chairs, he’s got everything. Kuroo even brought multiple outdoor games like badminton, ladder ball, spikeball, and cornhole. He is prepared.

This man is so ready for the beach that he even brought water balloons. You didn’t even see him packing them so you were surprised when he pulled out a cooler full of them. “No, you didn’t,” you smiled as you started to grab some and back away. “Yes, I did.” He and you ran around the beach laughing, trying your best to hit each other with the colorful balloons.

After you won the war, you both sat at the table under the canopy, fixing up a plate of premade sandwiches and snacks. As you ate, you two discussed what your plans after eating were, with random conversation mixed in.

Kuroo suggests going for a walk along the shore to collect seashells. You each find some unique shells but the majority are common. Kuroo playfully pretends to find a super unique one, only to reveal another one of the common shells. You roll your eyes but still laugh at his antics.

Later, you go and swim by yourself to cool off, while Kuroo prepares to prank you. He digs a shallow hole in the sand, covering it with a towel. He lures you over, suggesting to sit with him. When you step on the towel, you sink into the hole as Kuroo laughs. He quickly gets up to help you out and apologizes, a mischievous smile on his face.

When sunset comes, Kuroo is already on top of making the fire. You expected to have to scavenge the beach for wood but, again, that man is prepared. He brought a whole case of those premade firelogs so you wouldn’t have to worry.

Kuroo looks at you, his usual playful demeanor turning serious, his features softly lit by the fire. He takes your hand with his, “Y/N, I know I joke a lot, but I want you to know I really care about you. Today was amazing because I got to share the day with you.” He hesitates a moment before leaning over to give you a soft kiss

Night arrives with beautiful stars shining in the sky. You and Kuroo lie on a blanket, gazing up at the stars. Kuroo points at various star clusters, naming them and sharing facts about each one. His passion and knowledge for the subject captivated you. You admired the smarty-pants side of his personality.

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Adam is Vanilla

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Adam was sure his face was bright red, this wasn't the first time him and Lucifer have had anal sex but he didn't want the devil getting bored with slow missionary sex.

He liked it, it lit up his nerves as if they were set ablaze and every jab to his prostate made a galaxy swirl behind his eyelids.

But Adam loved Lucifer so he'd give different things in the bedroom a try even if the devil said he didn't have to. And maybe it was a little bit of Angel getting in his head, when the spider sinner asked him where the kinkiest place they had sex was, Adam had replied "end of the bed."

Angel had laughed thinking he was joking but he wasn't. Adam wasn't comfortable having any kind of sex outside the bedroom.

Classis vanilla is what he had been called. It pissed him off a little, he was sure that he at least had a swirl of chocolate in there!

Lucifer: So you want to try a new position? Are you sure?

Adam: Yeah ......

Lucifer: Which one?

Adam:..... How many are there?

Lucifer smiled, Adam could be so cute when he was being sincere.

Lucifer: Quite a bit..... But we can start with an easy one. You could ride me.~

Adams face warmed and his dick twitched with interest, even if he didn't know how to do that he wanted to try. His heart raced as he watched Lucifer get comfortable on the bed and grab the lube, he put a generous amount on his dick.

Adam: O-okay.

Lucifer: Only if you want to.

Adam: ..... I want to try.

Lucifer: Did you still want me to prep you?~

Adam nodded shyly, his face so hot he could roast a marshmallow. Lucifer had him straddle him but face away so he could see what he was doing. The devil spread his cheeks and worked him open.

Lucifer: Did you want to stay like this or face me?

Adam: I-I'll face you.

So Adam turned around and Lucifer just admired how cute he looked. He helped guide Adam down into his dick, he even teased him a little on his rim before slowly inching his way inside.

Adam gasped, it was different yet familiar.

Adam: Now what?

Lucifer: Now just do what feels natural, here let daddy help his darling.~

He gave a slight thrust up making Adam gasp. He felt the urge to move so he did and with Lucifer's help he started moving up and down, slow at first before he started to pick up some speed.

Seeing Adam throw his head back in pleasure turned Lucifer on even more. One hand left Adam's hip to stroke his dick in time with his movements to help get him there.

Adam could feel himself getting tired but he didn't want to stop he was so close. Lucifer seized his hips and thrusted up into him.

Adam: O-Oh shit!! Luci!!~

And that got him there, he came so hard clamping down on Lucifer's cock, a few more thrusts and he spilled into Adam.

Adam huffed trying to catch his breath and Lucifer gently rolled him to lay on his side before pulling out. They shared a few soft kisses as they snuggled.

Lucifer: How was that? Did you enjoy it?

Adam nodded, he was still in his euphoria and wanted to stay there a little while longer. He'd like to do it again.

Maybe next time they could use a toy. Nothing too crazy.

[pascaloverx]

Moonlight

Summary: You and Edward Cullen used to have a romantic relationship. But fate seemed not to believe in the possibility of a vampire and a potential she-wolf being together. Years after your separation, you return to Forks. Edward is committed to Bella Swan, and Jacob Black has his own pack. What happens when, upon your return, you begin to transform into a she-wolf and both Edward and Jacob seem eager to revisit the past with you?

Author's Note: The characters in this fanfic do not belong to me but to Stephenie Meyer and the Twilight universe. The story blends events that happened in the Twilight saga movies with invented ones. If you're enjoying the fanfic, please interact. This story will contain inappropriate language, a possible love triangle, scenes of violence, and romance. I would appreciate it if those who enjoy the fanfic could leave a comment and like (kudos). Engagement helps me know that there are still people reading. I hope you enjoy this chapter ❤

EIGHT TEN

NINE

It’s been almost a month since you ended your relationship with Edward. It hasn’t been easy to avoid him as if it doesn’t hurt you. But of course, being surrounded by wolves, especially by your pack, helped a lot. Jacob became extremely overprotective after what happened to you. He even made a deal with the Cullens to see if, by teaming up with the pack, they could find Victoria. So, every time you go out, there’s always a wolf and a vampire on alert for each of your steps. Jacob and Emmett are the ones who spend the most time watching over you. The Cullens feel very guilty about your accident, so they’re always taking care of your safety. You feel like a baby being supervised with every step you take. It’s distressing. And the vampire seems to have vanished off the map.

"Jacob, I appreciate your alpha protective instinct wanting to keep an eye on me all the time, but I’m as much a wolf as you are. I’m alert now, and I don’t think Victoria will come after me, at least not while everyone is watching over me. Go unwind, see Bella, take care of your pack without just focusing on me; a good leader knows when it’s time to concentrate your mind elsewhere." You grumble as you walk alongside Jacob through the forest. You’re feeling suffocated by so much attention.

"I don't want to risk your life. If you want to be alone so badly, you can pretend I'm not here," Jacob says as he gathers some firewood. The wolves, both from Uley's pack and Black's pack, are going to gather to roast marshmallows. Apparently, your accident has brought out a friendlier side of Sam, who, upon learning about the end of your relationship with Edward and that you could have died, decided to be less of a jerk.

"I love you for protecting me. But I need a moment alone; it's been a month since all that mess happened. Every time I move, it feels like someone is behind me, watching. Your father doesn't even go fishing anymore because he doesn't want to leave me alone at your house. You guys go out as a pack and leave me behind. I just want to be able to exist without constant surveillance." You take a good look at Jacob's sulky face, a smile forming on your lips as you see him getting conflicted.

"You're on your own now, then," Jacob says after much reluctance. You quickly walk towards him and wrap your arms around him tightly, feeling the pieces of wood he was holding press against your back.

"I promise I'll survive without your supervision. Not that I don't appreciate you trying to keep me safe," you say, still holding Jacob close. He drops the firewood on the ground and wraps you tightly in his arms. It’s comforting to be so close to him, but your mind is filled with guilt—guilt for being a hypocrite. You ended things with Edward because you felt insecure about his closeness with Bella, yet here you are, wrapped in Jacob’s embrace. When you pull back slightly, your face is close to Jacob's, and as you look into each other's eyes, you can feel that he's thinking the same thing as you… that if you got just a little closer, you'd be kissing.

"We can't do this again. You need to sort things out with Cullen before we mess up our friendship with romantic feelings," Jacob whispers near your face. You nod in agreement, understanding that you need to figure out how you feel before doing anything else.

"I don't know if there is anything to be resolved. Edward loves Bella, that is the only certainty I have." You say, feeling a tightness in your chest as you admit this. The snow begins to fall gently between the trees. Jacob looks at you softly, as if he's carefully considering the best way to respond.

"And you love me. Is it fair to demand that he stop loving her while you continue to love me?" Jacob sounds so rational that it scares him. He has never said anything so frankly before. It makes you think, think about what you want with Edward, with Jacob and especially with yourself. Then you sigh feeling the cold air surround the two of you.

"Since when did you become so wise? The man I love could barely decide whether he wanted to be a leader or not. Jacob Black, congratulations on becoming so intelligent but I am not prepared to face certain truths." You say, picking on Jacob. He smiles and then walks away from you, picking up the pieces of firewood from the ground and walking beside you, down the path to his house.

The rest of the day seems to go by so quickly, you and Jacob avoid bringing up the subject of Edward and Bella. Lea and Seth arrive to make the bonfire with you and Jacob when it is already getting dark. They bring you marshmallows to toast over the fire. Your mind however is on Edward, wondering what he is doing; whether he has gotten back together with Bella, whether he thinks you are a hypocrite or whether he has already given up on you.

"When are you going to give your vampire a chance? He seems almost as desperate to see you as you are to see him," Leah says, approaching you. At this moment, it's just you and her near the fire, waiting for Seth and Jacob to return. You find yourself at a loss for words.

"I don't have a vampire, and I'm not desperate to see him. I also doubt he's desperate to see me; he hasn't approached me once since our argument. But I hardly see how that's any of your business," you say, being rude, perhaps defensive. Leah smiles awkwardly but stays close to you.

"Jacob warned me that if I brought this up, you'd react like this. But I trust you understand that since we're part of the same pack, it's like we're family. So I allow myself to meddle in your life as if you were Seth," Leah says, and you realize that even though the two of you aren't very close, she is part of the same pack as you.

"Sorry for the harsh way I responded. I've been pretending for so long that nothing is happening, and facing someone telling me what I need to hear rather than what I want to hear is tough. Thank you for your honesty. I'll work on resolving this situation," you say, trying to be more friendly, while watching Leah make an expression that seems to say, "It's good that you're listening."

"Don't interpret what I said as me rooting for you to end up with Cullen. Personally, I like how Jacob acts when he's all lovesick over you. But it's better if you sort things out with the cold one before anything else. I know how complicated romantic matters can be," Leah says, and you understand that she knows very well what it's like to have a broken heart.

"When Jacob gets back, tell him I'll be back soon," you whisper as you move towards your car. Leah gives a slight smile, seeming to understand what you're about to do. As you get into the car, you try to gather your thoughts, wondering if you're really ready for what you're about to do. You're going after Edward more confused than ever, without knowing exactly why you're going. Is it stupid? Probably. But your heart tells you that you need to try one more time, that it's worth it.

You arrive at the Cullen's house in a hurry. In your head, the sooner you talk to Edward, the sooner your reconciliation will be. However, before you can go to Edward, you manage to spot Bella and Edward inside the Cullen house. They are talking to each other, their faces extremely close to each other. Edward looks happy, you can see that the two of them are moving towards reconciliation. You take a few steps back towards your car. It's obvious that you should let Edward be with the woman he loves.

"Are you leaving without saying goodbye?" You hear Edward's voice behind you. You're unsure whether to turn to look at him or not.

"It was a mistake to come here, nothing more appropriate than for me to leave without being noticed." You say without turning around, still heading towards your car. Edward then uses his vampire speed and stops you from getting into the car, standing in front of the car door.

"It's been thirty days, twelve hours, and twenty-five minutes since you and I were together. The only mistake here is that you took so long." Edward says as he walks towards her, slowly as if he was afraid. Maybe he's like this because he's afraid you'll do what you always do, leave.

"It seems I took the right amount of time, at least it gave you time to get back together with Bella. Imagine if I had arrived a little earlier, what a mess it would have been." You say sarcastically, looking at looking with some anger at his ex. Edward gives a forced smile before looking at you in disbelief.

"Your temper is our problem. Always jumping to hasty and erroneous conclusions. You know me so little..." He drawls, moving closer. You step back from his approach, replaying the vision of him with Bella in your mind.

"I'm the problem, Bella is the solution. Do the right thing and keep her by your side." You speak insultingly, while looking firmly at Edward.

"I have always preferred problems to solutions. Bella and I are trying to be friends, she was just having dinner with us before going to see her mom. As for the two of us..." Edward smiles mischievously, coming closer, you tremble a little. A feeling of insecurity takes over your body.

"We should try to be just friends. Don't you think?" Your fear of failing in yet another attempt at a relationship with Edward, makes you prefer to simplify your relationship.

"I already have enough friends..." Edward whispers as he looks at you with a gaze that exudes sensuality. And in that moment, even though you knew that his heart hadn't been beating for a long time, that his skin was as cold as a blizzard, you felt a warmth. It's like something burns inside you, every moment the distance between you and Edward decreases. It's like your body is in withdrawal from his icy touch, like your soul needs to belong to him at least one more time.

"This game you're playing is extremely dangerous. Are you sure you can handle the consequences?" You say, looking at him, but focusing mainly on his parted lips. Lips you miss feeling pressed against yours. Edward must have read your mind because he smirks for an instant.

"This is more about you accepting the consequences. Once you stop pretending you don't want to be with me, will you be able to not screw this up?" Edward says as he gently runs his hand through your face. His fingers stop beneath your lips, lightly groping them. You stare at him waiting for the next step, the next move that will be made by him. But he seems to be static. As if he was expecting something too.

"Am I going to ruin this? You're on a date with your ex right now. I don't think you have any right to criticize me," you say with a small laugh, stepping back a little from Edward. "It's a shame I can't kiss you right now," you add, still smiling slightly. And then, before you know it, he's moving towards you, swiftly closing the distance, kissing you abruptly. His lips are slightly dry, and for a moment, the kiss feels rigid, like you're both relearning how to kiss each other. But as soon as you wrap your arms around Edward's neck, pulling him as close as you can, the two of you find your rhythm again.

[heartfullofleeches]

Camp counselor darling and slasher yan? 👀

Fire crackles in the pale moonlight. Figures cower behind a tree stump as a shadow rises from its amber flames, beckoning the braver of the group to draw closer as its voice drops to a grumble.

"It's said that in this exact forest - right where you're all sitting, is where those hikers met their end. On what had been a quiet, peaceful hike until then, the group suddenly began to hear whistling from the trees. A bird's call some would claim, but none of them could argue the strangeness of it all. The sound was a constant as they moved on, switching directions and even allegedly playing right in the leader's ear. A chilling drone that drew further when brought into question- like whatever was watching them was enjoying their increasing fears. They say if you listen closely - you can still hear it-"

The shadows purses its lips in a would be bone rattling hum save for the giggle they're unable to keep in. Still - the call works in favor of their narrative; teeth chattering from more than just the cold.

"The group collectively ruled to write it off as the sounds of the forest, but the deeper they traveled, the louder it grew... and louder... and louder.... until...it fell from the trees."

A hand slips discreetly into its pocket and over the flames - the fires quickly consume the salts and burst in a fiery, devilish red.

"The severed head of one of their members... missing their tongue!"

The screams of the campers reach all the way back to the main hall as you laugh maniacally- drinking the sweet cries of your victims for as long as they'd play along. With a playful shove from behind, the tarp dropped over your shoulders fall into the arms of your fellow teammate as they shake their head with a chuckle.

"Quit telling ghost stories before lights out. We want them to actually sleep when we get them indoors."

"Aww, come on - they earned it. Clean up their mess on time and majority of what you see here won the tug of war game earlier. That counts for something - right?"

You glance back at your audience who all agree on the notion. It was nice to have some people on your side. Really, you couldn't imagine a better way to spend your summer. Your fellow council was a blast, and groups like those seated around you loved the stories and games you came up with. There honestly weren't any issues at the camp - until your last story about man eating spiders left a camper with a fuzzy blanket restless.

Your teammate stifles their grin and tucks the tarp under their arm, clasping their hands over their mouth as the address the campers. "Alright, lights out in ten. Make sure you have all your belongings or we will take them for ourselves. Stick to the buddy system and get back to your cabins.... that means you too, Y/n."

You wave them off, crossing your legs over one another as you sit in the dirt. "Yeah, I know. I'll head it once the fire dies."

The campers gather their things and wave their goodbyes.

"Bye, Y/n."

"See you in the morning, Y/n."

"Can't wait to see what you got next!"

"See you!" You wave everyone off, warming your hands at the fire as everyone leaves. Eyeing the supplies someone had forgotten, you search around for a stick and roast the remaining marshmallows over the embers as the passing breeze snuffs the roaring sparks. You zip up your jacket as it bites - leaning back to watch the moon as it ducks behind the hanging trees. One by one, lights around the camp go out - a soft hum enduring as the whir of electrics drains out. A branch snaps behind you.

"Dawn? You back already?"

Silence...but still, faintly- breathing. You laugh, sandwiching the marshmallow between two crackers. "I know you're here. I can hear you."

Weight shifts behind you. You look back to see, but the branches and haze of night obscure your sight of the silhouette in the trees. ".....I like your stories...."

"Thanks.... but you're not Dawn.... Lewis, that you? I told you I'm not interested, but you're still welcome to sit by the fire."

" 'fraid not.... I'm not from your part of the woods. Is this.. Lewis giving you problems, Dear?"

"Nah, just a flirt... Who are you then."

Silence - followed by the dying pops of the fire. "Just passing by. Live up the creek a few miles down and fancy a stroll now and then. Didn't know the camp wad reopening so soon and overheard one of your stories a couple nights back. You're a whole lot nicer than the group they brought in last year.... cuter too."

"You sure you're not Lewis?... You're welcome to come back and listen another time if you like - if you're just passing by again."

The smile in their voice is indisputable. "I'm sure we'll be seeing alot of each other, Y/n... I can almost guarantee it."

"Right, hey - it's getting kinda late so I have to go. There's still some marshmallows in the bag you can have if you want." No response. You take it as a yes anyway and leave the bag out for them as you throw what remained of your smore into the pit. You stand up, leaving to grab something to put out the fire and the charred remains of your dessert. A figure steps from the shadow and completes the first task for you - picking up your half eaten smore and dusting off the ash as they lowered their mask. A hum at the sweetness of the treat pitches into a soft whistle as the figure disburses back into the trees.

You exit the main hall, water bottle in hand and head back to the pit site - stopped by none other than your teammate from before.

"Hey, Y/n- you seen Lewis anywhere? He said he was going to check out some noise he heard and hasn't come back yet."

[sapphire-writes]

Thin Ice (modern!HOTD)

pairing: Aegon x Reader & Cregan Stark x Reader

summary: The morning after the hockey house party. Aegon's first study session and some confusing feelings that have begun to develop.

word count: 2.8k

warnings: 18+ series (suggestive & crude language, descriptions of sex, debriefing about sex) general language & mature themes

note: nothing super spicy this chapter but hope you enjoy my loves 😘

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The morning light streams across your face waking you from your dreams. Your head throbs slightly, in tandem with your heartbeat. Your mouth feels dry as though it was stuffed with cotton. 

You moan, turning over in the bed. Campfire, the smell of roasting marshmallows. You bury your face in the pillow inhaling the scent. The flannel sheets hug you, keeping you nice and toasty like the marshmallow being held over the flames. 

You hear noises from outside the room, and as much as you do not want to leave, you know you need to. You sit up, looking down at yourself. Baela is lying on her stomach, snoring slightly, her silver curls splayed out around her head. The room is cluttered, but not a total disaster much to your suprise. You figured Aegon would be messier. 

Shit, you need water. And an Advil. Damn, your head hurts. 

“Bae,” you groan. 

Baela moans in response. You poke her cheek, and she swats at your hand. 

“Leave me alone to die,” she groans. 

“I smell bacon,” you tell her, nostrils flaring, “You think these jocks know how to cook?”

“Tell them to send up some eggs Benny and I’ll be square,” Baela grumbles into the pillow. 

“Right away, madame,” you tell her, getting out of bed.

You rise from the bed looking down at yourself. A baggy t-shirt that reads Knights Hockey. You remember changing, spinning around for Aegon, and him holding your face. His thigh under you. You stand a little straighter.

Aegon fucking Targaryen.

Your eyes widen remembering more of the night. Holy shit. Your cheeks warm and you swallow the lump beginning to form in your throat. Baela groans, still facedown in the pillow. 

“Bae,” you whisper, “I think I-”

A crash of pots and pans is heard from downstairs, followed by a string of curses. Baela lifts her head, meeting your eyes. 

“Maybe make sure they’re not burning the place down?” she asks, rubbing sleep from her eyes. 

You nod, eyebrows scrunching together. Baela lets her head hit the pillow once more. She’ll sleep all day if someone lets her. Baela firmly believes that a night out needs an entire day of recovery. Debrief can happen over dinner. 

You glance in the full-length mirror that hangs on the back of the door, smoothing your bedhead and making sure you’re somewhat presentable before walking downstairs. Red solo cups litter the hallway along with left-behind vapes and other party memorabilia. You tip your toes around, gingerly walking down the stairs. They creak with every step, signaling your arrival. 

“Shit!” a voice says with another crash, “Fuck this grease keeps burning me-ah!”

You walk into the kitchen where John Umber is battling a frying pan full of bacon, the grease crackling and popping splashing him. He’s wearing a flowery apron making him look like a mother grizzly bear. He yelps again, throwing a dishrag over his bare arms. Brandon Karstark and Erryx Cargyll are seated at the counter, laughing at their friend and teammate. 

“Girl,” the voice of Reese Bolton says, as he brushes past you into the kitchen.

The laughter stops and all eyes turn to you. It’s silent for a moment, despite the crackling of the bacon before you walk over to the stove, turning down the heat. Reese sits down at the table. 

“You’ve got the heat too high,” you tell John. 

He points the tongs at you, eyes narrowing.

“Tutor girl,” he says, nodding with appreciation, “Saving the day.”

Brandon Karstark chews a mouthful of cereal watching as you sit down at the corner of the counter. Erryx glances at you sideways. Reese is the only one who seems unbothered, almost cold, and indifferent about your presence. John turns the bacon in the pan, lifting the finished pieces onto a paper plate. 

You meet Brandon’s gaze and he quickly looks away. It’s like they’ve never sat with a girl before eating breakfast.

“What?” you ask, “Do I have something on my face?”

Reese turns from the table he’s sat at. Squints at you. 

“I don’t see any cum residue on your face, so I’m guessing Aegon didn’t sleep with you,” he says, rather nonchalantly.

Your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline at his crude remark. You don’t know much about Reese, but you’ve heard he’s a dickhead. 

“Dude,” Erryx says, and it's echoed by the other guys. 

“Just saying,” Reese says, going back to his phone.

“We’re friends,” you tell them, “Just friends.”

“Such good friends,” Aegon says yawning, entering the kitchen, “I don’t sleep on the couch for just anyone. My neck’s gonna be bothering me all week now thanks to you.”

His grin is playful, bedhead endearing as he scrunches his nose at you. He’s shirtless and you can see the head of his dragon tattoo snaking around his hipbone. It must travel down the length of his thigh, but only the head is visible on the side of his stomach; the rest disappears below his gray sweats.Your stomach flutters pleasantly and you watch as he pops slices of bread into the toaster. 

“Here ya go, my lady,” John says putting the plate of bacon in front of you, “Do you like eggs? I can cook them any way you want them.”

“Out resident chef,” Brandon tells you, blushing as he does. You give him a small smile.

“Scrambled?” you ask and John nods.

“Coming right up,” he tells you, saluting you.

“Hey can you do eggs benedict by chance?” you ask him.

“That’s a little fancy,” he comments, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Baela’s favorite,” you tell him.

“Well in that case,” he says, “I can make some magic happen.”

You chuckle. Aegon is smiling, his side profile facing you as he butters his toast. He brings the plate in front of you, resting his elbows on the counter. His eyes are rimmed with purple, from lack of a good night’s sleep no doubt. Lips swollen, as though they’d just been kissed. They had, by you, just a few hours ago. Your lips tingle with the memory. 

Aegon bites into toast, playfully pursuing his lips.

“You sleep well?” he asks, “Ready to tutor the fuck outta me?”

“Always,” you tell me, taking a bite of the bacon provided. 

His smirk grows. He seems to like that you play the game with him. Aegon offers you the second piece of toast which you take, grateful for some carbs in your stomach. 

“Have you seen Sara?” you ask, wondering where your best friend was.

No sooner than you spoke her name, a loud banging begins upstairs. Rhythmic and solid, followed by a flurry of grunts and moans. Aegon’s eyes look up toward the ceiling, then back to you. Your mouth drops open.

“No way.”

“Yes way,” Aegon assures.

“They’ve been at it all morning,” Erryx confirms.

Damn. You cannot wait for the debrief later on. 

Aegon grins as the noises continue, taking another bite of toast. 

You decide to leave after breakfast (and hauling Baela out of Aegon’s bed) to go to your apartment and shower before meeting Aegon at the library to study. You’d much rather take a nap, as Baela intends to, but a deal is a deal. 

Your shower revitalizes you, the water washing away the feeling of sleeping in a frat house. You stay in extra long just because. When you finally emerge, the apartment is still quiet. 

“Sara?” you call but don’t expect an answer. 

Her location confirms she’s still at the hockey house. Damn, Jace Velaryon. You text Sara, letting her know your plans, and then text Aegon. 

“I don’t get it,” Aegon says, hardly a whisper even though you’re in the library.

You raise an eyebrow at him. It’s been an hour of this now.

“Why are they in…the cave?” he asks again, violet eyes tired.

You take a sip from your coffee. Second of the study session. You rub your temples with your fingers. 

“It’s an allegory,” you tell him. Again.

He blinks at you, as though you’re speaking High Valyrian. 

“Yes,” he answers, with no conviction behind it, “Why don’t they leave?”

“That’s the point,” you tell him, “Aeg, you’re so close to the point.”

He frowns, jaw slacking as he reads it again. You sigh, pulling the book away from him. Aegon glances up at you with wide violet eyes. He’s like a puppy, you’ve realized, cocking his head to the side trying to decipher what you’re trying to tell him. 

“Can we talk about something else?” Aegon asks, leaning back in his seat.

You fold your hands on top of one another.

“What do you want to talk about?” you ask.

His eyes narrow mischieviously.

“Your conversation with Stark.”

You tilt your head to the side. 

“What about it?”

“What did he say?”

You shrug, crossing your arms. You chose a comfy sweatshirt for this study session and its warmth makes you want to fall asleep. 

“He called me cute, and said we could finish the conversation another time.”

Aegon rolls his eyes at your answer. 

“You’re so dramatic.”

“What? Why?” you ask frowning.

“You were basically crying last night that he didn’t like you!”

“Well, he left!” you tell him, jutting your lower lip out in a pout.

“To drive someone home!” Aegon argues. 

“Not someone, his ex-girlfriend!” you tell him, raising an eyebrow. 

“He’s just a good guy, you don’t see him complaining about you hanging with me!”

“He did.”

Aegon pauses, eyebrows raising. 

“Wait, what?” he asks, smirking. 

“Well, he asked about us hanging out, if we were seeing each other,” you tell him.

Aegon’s smile grows, revealing his perfect teeth. He must’ve had braces as a kid, no one is born with a smile that perfect. Or maybe they’re fake, his family is wealthy enough. 

“What did you say?” he asks.

“That I’m just your tutor!” you say, taking another sip of coffee.

Aegon’s eyes bug out of his head. 

“Bunny!” he scolds.

“What?”

“You could have made him sweat a little more,” Aegon argues.

“I don’t want him to think we’re dating,” you tell him, frowning.

Aegon simply shakes his head, giving you a pitying look. It makes your stomach flip, the way he looks at you. 

“You don’t know how any of this works, do you?” he asks, in a chastizing manner. 

You sigh, tilting your head back, looking at the ceiling. 

“I think you’re the one being dramatic.”

Aegon waves you off.

“Do you even know how pissed Jay Lannister was when he saw you with me?”

Your face flushes, and you can feel the blush creeping up your neck towards your cheeks. Aegon’s eyes flicker across your face, down your neck, and over your exposed shoulders. It’s like he has laser beams behind those violet eyes, the heat seems to follow where he looks.

“Bet he texted you,” he challenges and you shake your head.

“I blocked him,” you tell him, causing the corner of his lips to pull up into a smirk.

“Good girl,” he praises, chuckling softly, “Bet he tried to text you. He was wrecked after our little display.”

You break away from his eyes. Little display. He’s been teasing around the topic all day. He has to know what happened, there’s no way he doesn’t, right? Your eyes flicker to his lips.

Ask me again when you’re sober.

You part your lips to speak, but Aegon speaks first. 

“Speak of the devil,” he murmurs looking behind you. 

You turn, expecting to see Jason, but instead, it's Cregan Stark placing a book on the counter, returning it before he moves to leave the library. He’s freshly showered, with his long brown hair pulled off his face in a low bun, and his beard nicely trimmed. He’s wearing black sweatpants that hang low on his hips, accentuating his thick thighs. You feel your mouth water slightly. 

“Now’s your chance, bunny,” Aegon encourages. 

“Be right back,” you tell him, rising from your seat. 

You walk towards Cregan, calling his name as you get closer. He turns, smiling as you approach him. Gods he’s handsome. Your heart beats erratically in your chest as you stand in front of him. 

“Hey stranger,” Cregan greets you, “How are you feeling?”

“Okay,” you tell him, smiling softly, “Did Aly get home safe?”

“Oh yeah, no problem,” he tells you, “Sorry I just bailed on you like that.”

“No worries, I think it's sweet you drove her home,” you tell him.

“Your friend…Sara right? She and Jace really hit it off,” Cregan tells you.

You could say that.

“Yeah, they did,” you tell him.

Cregan wets his lips.

“We should go out, the four of us, and do something fun,” he tells you.

Holy shit.

“Yeah, yeah I would love that, and Sara would be so down,” you tell him, nervously rushing your words. Cregan smiles.

“Let’s do it,” he tells you, “Can I get your number?”

You nod excitedly, not trusting your voice. Cregan hands you his phone and you put your number in, sending a text to yourself. As you hand him back his phone, Cregan narrows his eyes playfully.

“It’s your real number, right?”

“Yeah,” you answer, giggling.

“Good, cause I’ll hunt you down, it’s a small campus,” he playfully threatens.

You giggle again, unable to stop yourself. Your chest feels warm with his playful banter. 

Aegon watches you from his seat, eyes shameless roaming over your body. Observing the way you cross your arms behind your back, rolling back on your heels nervously as you converse with Stark. How your leggings are molded against your legs perfectly, leaving little to the imagination.

Aegon can feel you pressed against him as you were last night. Hear the soft sounds you released, feeling you riding his thigh. He bets you’d feel fucking amazing riding his cock instead. The though makes him hard and he switches the way he’s sitting, trying to find some relief.

He can’t think like that. You’re Helaena’s friend. Her best friend. He’s caused Helaena drama in the past and he won’t do that again.

No matter how much he wants to.

Besides, you have a deal. 

Aegon shakes his head, clearing his thoughts as you prance back over to him. More a happy skip than a walk. 

“I have a date,” you tell him, smiling wide, “A double date. Score!”

“Nicely done, bunny,” he tells you, watching you bite your lip.

“Okay,” you say sighing, “back to the cave.”

When you return home several hours later your apartment is dark, and empty. Saturday night should be more lively, but you decide a night in may be just what you need. You drop your bag of takeout on the table and sit down, scrolling through your phone.

You hear the door to Sara’s room open and the sound of her sock-clad feet padding down the hallway. She emerges in Jace Velaryon’s sweatshirt, the hood up covering her whole head except her face. She’s wearing her comfiest pair of socks and seemingly nothing else.

Sara winces as she sits down in the chair across from you. You raise an eyebrow at her.

“Hello, beautiful,” you tell her, “it's nice to see you this evening.”

“Yes I know,” Sara sighs, “I’m sorry for being MIA all day, I was kidnapped.”

Your eyes widen. 

“Kidnapped?”

Sara smiles mischievously, nodding. She bites her lip, leaning forward and grabbing a fry from your takeout container. 

“Two words,” she says, clasping her hands together, “Jace Velaryon.”

“Tell me more,” you insist, wide eyed.

“Massive cock-”

“Sara!”

“Super freak-”

“Ohmygod,” you squeal. 

“He doesn’t look like he would have a horse cock, right?” Sara begins, “But girl. Massive. Like, I’m in pain. Glorious pain, from his massive schlong.”

“Ouch,” you tell her, “massive? MASSIVE Sara? That sounds painful.”

“This boy split me in half,” Sara says, sighing dreamily, “over, and over, and over again.”

You place a hand over your heart.

“I heard,” you tell her earnestly.

She squeals at your expression.

“No you did not!”

“Just a little! In the kitchen!” you tell her laughing.

“Ohmygod,” she says, covering her face, “So fucking worth it. He’s so sweet. We spent all night cuddling, we didn’t even fuck until the morning. He’s so cute, girl, I like him so much.”

“Good because we have a date,” you tell her, smiling slyly. 

Sara gives you a quizzical look. 

“I’m sorry what?” she asks.

“You and Jace, and me and Cregan,” you tell her. 

“Not Aegon?” she asks.

You frown. 

“No not Aegon,” you tell her, “That’s weird. Why would you say that?”

She shrugs.

“You two seemed awfully close last night, that’s all,” she comments, stealing another fry.

You blink as she stares at you.

“He was just helping me out,” you tell her and she nods.

“Whatever you say bestie,” she says smirking.

“Can we go back to talking about Velaryon’s monster cock now?” you tease and she claps her hands together.

“Of course we can,” she says.

The rest of the evening is spent debriefing but you can’t shake the thoughts from your head around what Sara said about Aegon. Whatever. You have a date, with Cregan. This is what you wanted all along. Right?

note: OOOOOO the feelings are coming 🤭 y'all know me, you know how much i like to make things messy, and its coming i promise hehe

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[fizzing-imagines]

Camp | Steve Harrington x Reader x Billy Hargrove

Notes: I rly like this one, and I had a lot of fun writing it. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do 🤍

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: Sexual Innuendos

"I'm so tired.", Jesse sighted while sitting down next to you around the bonfire. "Go to bed then, we're not forcing you.", you simply replied while putting your marshmallow on a stick. All week, Jesse wouldn't shut up about how tired she was and that cheer camo was so exhausting. God, she was annoying. At the same time, she still stayed.

Because cheer camp this time was grouped with the basketball camp. Since this camp was only for teams in Indiana and not many signed up, you were grouped together for financial reasons. And Jesse was desperately to get Mark Lewinski's attention with her Damsel In Distress tactic. Unfortunately, it worked when he helped her get up and brought her to her dorm.

A small "Oooh." went around the group of basketball players and cheerleaders as they looked after them. You didn't care; the marshmallow you were roasting was much more important. Chrissy got comfortable next to you and watched your candy go crispy brown before you took it out, blew on it a bit and then proceeded to eat it. "CN you make me one, too?", she asked you in her usual soft, yet cheery voice. Since your mouth was full, you nodded and put another marshmallow on your stick.

Billy was watching you through the flames from the other side. The gooey candy was leaving a white string on your lips and chin. It made his imagination go wild, just the same way it went wild when he saw a glimpses of your ass during practice earlier. The things he'd do to you, if you let him.

Steve was watching you from the side. To him, you looked adorable with your mouth full. He liked the way you enjoyed the little treat, and how you showed Chrissy how to make it the same way you did. Just how he liked the way you high-fived your teammates earlier after a pep-talk. The things he'd do to you, if you let him.

Steve fell from his glory as king when Billy stepped into the picture. Well, the actual reason was long before that, but if he can blame someone else the blow of it wouldn't be that hard. He came to camp to prove that he still deserved that title; to himself and others.

Billy was basking in the glory right now. All the girls wanted him, the team loved him. What more could he ask for? He was at camp to get girls; especially you.

You were playing hard to get, that's the one thing both would agree on if said out loud. Even if they meant it in different ways. You were amazing at cheerleading, gave good pep talks and were eager to help while also speaking your mind. Both were attracted to you, although the type of attraction was different for the two boys.

"I think if we add two cupies in the routine, we have a chance at regionals.", you said to Chrissy while she was munching on her marshmallow. She couldn't responde until she swallowed her first bite, but the raised eyebrow was a giveaway. "Do you think we can do that?", she asked you. While she was team captain, Chrissy was well aware of the fact that you also did cheerleading outside of school and had a few more years of experience than her. "I know I can do it, and I trust my base. I think Stephanie could learn it, too."

Steve listened and watched from afar in awe. Your passion was beautiful; it was what made you attractive to him in the first place. Every time you stepped onto the basketball court to cheer for the Hawkins basketball team, he fell for you more. And when you comforted his team after loosing, he couldn't be mad about the failed game. Because you were always there.

Billy only imagined you spinning in the air, seeing your ass underneath that uniform. That's why he loved seeing you on the court. He wanted nothing more than for you to show him your moves in his bed. Especial how flexible you were. The positions he could throw you in...

"I think I'll get to bed. I need to be up for practice, if we're gonna do that." You stretched while getting up; Billy had a perfect view of your hips and Steve had a perfect view of your adorably tired face. "I'll come with you, I was gonna go to bed soon as well.", Steve quickly said while getting up. You gave him a small smile and a nod. "Good, because I'm a bit scared of the dark." You two started walking towards the dorms, leaving Billy behind with a mind full of anger. How dare Harrington get between his plans?

"Well, whatever raccoons might be out there, I'll protect you from them.", he joked while walking beside you. A laugh left your lips - a beautiful sound to Steve - at his words. "Oh yeah, they might have rabies." He laughed as well. "I'd catch rabies to protect you." The fact that Steve had a crush on you was obvious to you. He flirted at any occasion, it was so clear to see like a snake jumping into your face. At the same time, his flirting humoured you. "What a cavalier.", you joked. "Don't think you can protect me for long if you have rabies, though. And the basketball team needs you." He was a good player but since his fall from glory, Steve greatly underestimated himself. It was a bit sad to see, since you saw his potential. "They'll be fine without me. I'll graduate in a few months anyways.", he stated while looking up at the stars.

You hit his side with your elbow, though not to hard. "You know why Billy is so good?" Why did you have to mention Billy out of all people? "Because he's a cocky asshole. He knows he's good, so he's good." You calling Billy an asshole actually felt good, for some reason. "You're good, but you don't know it. So be a bit cocky, just maybe not an asshole." You both laughed, shortly before he dropped you off at your dorm.

You know he's good. That's what he thought about while laying in bed.

"Looking good up there, Ms. (Y/L/N).", Billy commented while he watched you standing on the hands of your base while holding a split. "You're distracting me.", you warned him. "I think you're the one distracting me, actually.", he continued. Your base let you down and set you to the ground while most of the girls from your team made a small "Oooh." sound. With an eyeroll, you walked over to him. "Can I help you?", you asked. He was shirtless, as per usual, and looking down at you with a smug smirk. "I can think of something you can help me with.", Billy said, still smirking. "And I can think of something I don't wanna help you with.", you replied as you propped your hands on your hips. He took a step closer to you, although his smirk faltered a bit. "And I can think of something between us that you're denying." Billy leaned towards your ear and started whispering. "Harrington is just a pretty boy. I can make you see stars, baby."

It was at this very moment that you realized one thing and decided another: Billy and Steve were fighting over you, and you'd use that as entertainment for the next two weeks at camp.

"We could go skinny dipping.", Stephanie suggested while you two walked away from practice to go see the basketball team as they finished up. Her boyfriend Chance was on the team, and she loved watching him play. But her suggestion was a bit odd. "Maybe in my underwear. I'm not getting naked in front of you-know-who." She laughed a bit and nodded. "Nobody's stopping you from wearing your bikini. But some of us are gonna enjoy getting naked. Amy has been eyeing Billy for a while now." The mention of Billy made you smirk, but in a humoured way. "She can have him, I don't care." You stopped in front of the gym and put your hands in your pockets. "I need to make a call, but I'll see you at the lake later."

You decided to wear your bikini to the lake. Fortunately, nobody really felt the skinny dipping mood which meant pretty much everyone was in their underwear or quickly for their bathingsuits- or short in the meantime. "Looking good, Mrs. (Y/L/N).", Billy commented with his signature smug smirk. "Do you have any other line to flirt with? I already know that one." He took a step closer and looked down at you. But that damn smirk never faltered. "Maybe you can make me do some different sounds."

You slapped his peck lightly before walking off. "Be more creative, Hargrove!", you yelled as you strutted into the lake. Billy enjoyed the perfect view of your ass while you walked away.

The moon looked beautiful on the lake. Especially when you were so near to the reflection. Steve thought the same, which is why he now stood beside you. "She makes you look really beautiful.", he said while looking at you. It was all true - the light made your eyes shine more than the sun. He could look at them for hours. If only he could. "She?", you asked.

"The moon. She.", Steve clarified. You giggled a bit. "Thank you for the compliment." You looked him in his eyes and saw sincerity. As much as you wanted Billy and Steve fighting over you as your own comedy programme, it made you feel bad. Steve was actually serious about you. "It's really sweet of you, but-"

You were cut off by Billy approaching. "What do we have here?", he asked while putting his arm around your shoulder. You shoved it off just as quick. "Come on sugar, wouldn't you want to have a little joyride?"

"You're getting really annoying, Billy."

"You love it just as much as I do. Call it a...game." His fingers ran through your hair, which you tried to avoid. "I must admit, you do entertain me." He scoffed at your comment, followed by a smirk. "And if I do well, you can entertain me."

Steve watched quietly before speaking up. "I don't think she wants to talk to you." Billy's face changed to an annoyed one in the snap of a finger. "I think she can decide that herself."

"It's nice to have boys fight over me, but I' here to enjoy the lake, not cock." Just like that, you got under the water and swam away. For once, you humoured then with the way you left the situation.

When there was another bonfire a few days later, Billy sat down right next to you. "What a coincidence.", he said, referring to the empty space. "How can I reject you today?", you replied. It made him laugh a bit. "Wouldn't it be nice if you were just honest with me and let it happen?", Billy asked while leaning back a bit. It showed off a bit of his stomach as his shirt rolled up. "You're just...not my type, you know?" You leaned back as well, putting the both of you at the same eye level. "Ouch." He put his hand on his chest and gave you a theatrical, hurt look. "First time I heard that."

"It was ought to happen at some point in your life, no?" For the first time, you gave him a smug smirk. "I promise you, baby, I'll give you the time of your life." You couldn't help but laugh a bit. "Might have to get some reviews. Lucky me, you already went through more than half of the cheerleaders."

"You say it like experience is a bad thing." Once you looked over, you saw the smug smirk once again. You slapped his shoulder lightly and sat back up. "I'm not saying it is, but I also don't enjoy leftovers." With a swift move, you stood back up. "I gotta go make a call."

Steve and Billy kept trying. You couldn't even count on both hands how many times both fought over you, with or without you near them. And their flirting got more intense every single day. So much that you talked about it during the daily calls you made.

"I mean, it's kinda funny but I'm just really annoyed at this point.", you told the other person on the phone. A low hum was followed by "Why don't you just tell them?"

"I don't want Billy to find another poor cheerleader to play with. Can't have more heartbreak on the team, it's gonna ruin our chance at regionals.", you explained. "Besides, wouldn't it be fun if you picked me up when we return and have them find out then?" There was a laugh from the other end of the line. "I like that idea. See you tomorrow."

You slept for the most part while taking the bus back. It made the smell of sweat more bearable if you were knocked out. Being in a secluded space with the basketball team was not something you enjoyed, but at least the ride only took 3 hours.

"You need a ride home?", Steve asked you while helping you carry your bag out of the bus. "I think I'm more equipped to give her a ride.", Billy chimed in. You took your bag from Steve's hand and turned to face the both of them. "My rides here already, thank you."

Just like that, you ran off to kiss Eddie Munson. "Hi baby.", your boyfriend said with a wide grin. "I missed you."

"Did she play us for three weeks?", Steve asked Billy with a confused look. Seriously, Munson? Out of all the boys at school?

"Sometimes, a man has to accept defeat." Billy gave Steve a clap on the shoulder, then threw his bag over his shoulder. "See you Monday."