#it’ll work perfectly. trust

[swainconnors]

Anyways. Kicking my feet in the air thinking abt all the subtle moments of Lisa’s character growth in the past couple of episodes!!!

Like. Her relenting and not running away in the bistro? Allowing herself to take the day off when she’s ill? Finally! She now possesses the disposition of a *slightly* less terrified animal!

[skiesuconn]

all the ways i stay

paige bueckers & azzi fudd യ notes: it took me a while to find satisfaction with this, but i’ve finally settled on it. i figured i’d jot something down quickly while i work on chapter 3 of the argent. fic. it’s still in the making, but trust me, it’ll be worth the wait. in the meantime, i hope you enjoy this quick blurb i had in mind. also, i highly recommend playing the song mentioned later on. it really brings the moment to life. happy reading, lovelies.

paige never thought she’d be sitting through a rom-com marathon with azzi, yet here they were, limbs tangled on the couch, a half-empty popcorn bowl wedged between them. the air smelled like butter and whatever candle azzi had burning—something warm, vanilla, a little too cozy for a night where paige had fully intended to roast every movie choice.

but azzi was taking this seriously. too seriously.

the notebook had been playing for all of five minutes, and already, azzi was watching like it was a high-stakes thriller, arms crossed, one perfectly manicured hand occasionally reaching up to twist a curl between her fingers. paige, meanwhile, was sprawled out, one socked foot nudging azzi’s thigh, head tipped back against the armrest like she was suffering.

“this is the dumbest shit i’ve ever seen,” paige muttered, watching ryan gosling pull off some grand romantic gesture. “like, imagine a guy hanging off a ferris wheel, threatening to let go unless you agree to a date. that’s not romance, that’s blackmail.”

“he’s being dramatic. it’s supposed to be sweet,” azzi countered, eyes still locked on the screen.

paige huffed a laugh, shifting so her shoulder knocked against azzi’s. “oh, so if i dangle off a balcony and demand you take me to chipotle, that’s sweet? good to know.”

“you wouldn’t last five seconds. your upper body strength is—” azzi let her gaze flick down to paige’s arms, the definition obvious even under her hoodie. she cleared her throat. “never mind.”

paige smirked. “oh no, finish that thought, princess.”

“no.”

paige, who lived for this kind of thing, propped herself up on one elbow, getting close enough that azzi’s perfume curled around her senses. she smelled expensive, like warm florals and a hint of something soft, maybe honey. she should be paying attention to the movie, but instead, she was studying the way azzi’s lashes brushed her cheek when she blinked, the exact shade of brown in her eyes. totally normal. not a problem at all.

“admit it,” paige drawled. “you just got distracted by the guns.”

“i hate you.”

“no you don’t.”

“i do. i hate you so much.” but azzi’s mouth twitched, and her hand, traitorous thing that it was, had found its way to paige’s wrist, fingers pressing absentmindedly into the skin there.

paige noticed, but didn’t comment. instead, she shifted again, nestling further into azzi’s space like she had every right to be there. “okay, but you have to admit this movie is trash. a seven-year breakup over a letter she never got? and then she gets engaged to some other dude just for funsies?”

“it’s about fate.”

“it’s about bad communication.”

“well, not everyone’s an oversharer like you.”

paige grinned. “first of all, rude. second of all, if you ever fell in love with me and wrote me letters for a year, i’d totally read them.”

“good to know,” azzi said dryly, but her fingers curled slightly around paige’s wrist, like she was holding on without thinking about it.

paige caught it this time. dragged her thumb over the inside of azzi’s wrist, slow, lazy. “you’re holding my hand, princess.”

“no, i’m not.”

paige laced their fingers together, making it undeniable. “yeah, you are.”

azzi let out a long, suffering sigh, but didn’t pull away. instead, she rested her head against paige’s shoulder, like it was easier than fighting whatever this was.

“shut up and watch the movie.”

paige smirked. “yes, ma’am.”

azzi groaned. “don’t call me that.”

“whatever you say, sweetheart.” paige turned her head slightly, pressing a lingering kiss to azzi’s temple. it was casual, effortless, like second nature. azzi’s breath hitched, but she didn’t move. didn’t push paige away.

paige still thought the movie was ridiculous, but if it meant getting to sit like this, wrapped up in azzi’s space, maybe rom-coms weren’t so bad after all.

paige stretches out on the couch, head sinking into azzi’s lap like she owns the place. which, technically, she does. well—half of it, at least.

"story: five out of ten," paige announces, dragging a lazy hand through the air. "sure, it's the usual love story. boy meets girl, they fight, they make up, they cry… whatever."

azzi snorts, idly combing her fingers through paige's hair. "so poetic."

paige tilts her head up, grinning. "what can i say? i have a way with words."

"yeah," azzi deadpans. "like a drunk guy at karaoke."

paige gasps, pressing a hand to her chest. "wow. that was personal."

azzi hums, twisting a strand of blonde between her fingers before flicking it back into place. "well, i’d give it an eight."

paige jerks up like azzi just said something blasphemous. "eight? for that?"

"it's a classic." azzi shrugs, like that explains everything.

paige squints. "so is canned tuna, but you don't see me crying over it."

"maybe because you have the emotional depth of a teaspoon," azzi muses, lips twitching.

"okay, rude." paige flops back down, arms crossed. "also, i think we’re ignoring the real issue here. you, azzi fudd, are a rom-com crybaby."

"i am not."

paige smirks. "oh, really? then explain why you sobbed over that one scene in 10 Things I Hate About You last week?"

"because heath ledger was singing in the bleachers, and that’s a valid reason!"

paige hums, tapping her chin. "mm. i dunno. seems a little wimpy to me."

"i'm emotionally intelligent," azzi corrects, flicking paige’s forehead.

"mm. tomato, tomahto." paige closes her eyes, perfectly at peace, until—

"you know," azzi starts, voice all sweet and innocent, which immediately puts paige on edge, "when we're old, you’ll be the one looking for your eye contacts only to realize you’ve had glasses on this whole time."

paige's eyes snap open. "excuse me?"

"just saying." azzi grins, all dimples and mischief. "you give off that energy."

paige sits up, pretending to be offended. "i do not give off ‘losing my own glasses while they're on my face’ energy."

"you so do," azzi counters, biting back a laugh.

"i'm literally the most capable person you know."

azzi raises an eyebrow. "paige, last week you spent ten minutes looking for your phone while you were on a call."

paige squints. "…that proves nothing."

"and two days ago, you left your car keys in the fridge."

paige huffs. "that was one time."

"mm-hmm." azzi pats her cheek, eyes sparkling. "sure, babe."

paige flops back down, grumbling, but as azzi goes back to running her fingers through her hair, she lets the thought settle.

growing old with azzi.

being with her through all the ridiculous, mundane, beautiful little moments life throws their way.

paige isn't sentimental. not really. but the idea sticks, burrows into her chest in a way she can’t shake.

she smacks azzi’s thigh, lightly. "you're annoying."

azzi just laughs, warm and soft, and yeah—paige thinks—maybe she wouldn't mind losing her glasses if it means azzi’s the one to find them for her.

the room still smells like buttered popcorn and the faintest hint of azzi’s vanilla-scented lotion. the air’s a little stuffy from them being curled up on the couch for hours, so paige cracks a window while azzi smooths out the blankets, fluffing the pillows back into place.

"teamwork makes the dream work," paige announces, dramatically tossing a handful of snack bags into the trash like she’s steph curry sinking a three.

except—

clunk. one of them bounces off the rim and lands just outside the bin.

"except when you miss." azzi deadpans.

paige squints. "i meant to do that."

"mm-hmm." azzi picks up the stray bag, dropping it in as paige gathers up the cups. she takes a final glance around, making sure everything's set for the next movie marathon.

when she's satisfied, she turns to paige, a little smirk playing at her lips. "good job, partner."

paige barely has time to process before azzi leans in, pressing a soft, fleeting kiss to her lips. it’s barely a second, but it’s enough to make paige's brain short-circuit.

"oh." paige blinks, a slow grin creeping onto her face. "so i get kisses for cleaning? noted."

"don't push it." azzi nudges her toward the kitchen, but there’s no real bite to it.

paige busies herself grabbing the cupcake cups while azzi starts setting out ingredients. she fills a few with nuts—strictly for herself, since azzi's allergic and she’d rather not spend the night in the er. then she loads up the rest with fruit, especially kiwi, because azzi swears it tastes like happiness. she adds pineapple and strawberries too, then tosses in some dark chocolate and a generous amount of gummy bears.

azzi watches, arms crossed, eyebrow raised. "so… you’re just making a personal charcuterie board of sweets?"

paige shrugs. "some of us like variety."

azzi snorts. "some of us just like sugar."

"pot, meet kettle." paige gestures at the chocolate chips azzi’s been sneakily snacking on.

azzi flicks a marshmallow at her, and paige, never one to back down from a challenge, pops it into her mouth midair with a smug look.

"show-off," azzi mutters, but her lips twitch like she’s trying not to laugh.

they settle into a rhythm, prepping ingredients for the ultimate snack session. paige, of course, insists on making s’mores, because what’s a cozy night without them?

azzi leans against the counter, watching paige work, arms brushing every so often. the night is easy, familiar, filled with little moments like this—bickering over snacks, stolen kisses, the kind of comfortable chaos that only comes with knowing someone like the back of your hand.

and honestly? paige wouldn’t trade it for anything.

azzi pads over to the kitchen, where stewie is curled up in his usual spot, breathing slow and steady. he looks peaceful, like he doesn’t have a single thought in that fluffy little head of his.

she crouches down, rubbing his ears, voice soft. "he’s literally perfect."

"mhmm." paige barely glances up, focused on skewering a marshmallow.

"paige, look at him," azzi insists.

paige, still hunched over the stove, murmurs, "kinda busy making s’moresess right now."

azzi squints. "s’moresess?"

"shhh." paige waves a hand, half-heartedly. "it’s a process."

azzi shakes her head, muttering something about her girlfriend being a lost cause, and moves behind paige, arms slipping around her waist, chin resting on her shoulder.

paige stiffens slightly but doesn’t stop what she’s doing—at least, not until azzi exhales slow and warm against the shell of her ear.

paige’s brain? fried.

her grip on the skewer slips, and the marshmallow nearly meets a fiery demise.

"azzi." her voice comes out a little strangled.

"what?" azzi hums, feigning innocence as she straightens up, leaving paige standing there like a malfunctioning robot.

"you—" paige exhales sharply through her nose. "you almost made me burn the s’more."

"tragedy," azzi deadpans, already moving toward the kettle.

paige glares, but it’s weak at best. instead, she focuses on plating everything while azzi makes herself a cup of tea and grabs some coconut water.

the dorm is spotless, the only sound the occasional clink of dishes and the low hum of the kettle. the candles caroline gifted azzi flicker gently, their scents—vanilla and lavender—mixing in the air, making the whole space feel warm, intimate.

it’s just them. no distractions.

azzi leans against the counter, stirring her tea, watching paige with something unreadable in her eyes.

paige, finally done, turns to face her, a cocky little grin playing at her lips. "so, did you come over here just to sabotage my s’mores, or…?"

azzi takes a slow sip of her tea, gaze steady. "maybe."

paige squints. "that’s evil."

"you love it."

paige sighs, defeated, but she can’t hide the way her smile softens just a little.

azzi kneels beside stewie, fingers ghosting over his soft fur, careful not to wake him. his little chest rises and falls in the slow rhythm of deep sleep, curled up on his uconn-themed dog bed—matching blanket and all. of course azzi had to go all out. paige swears this dog has more school spirit than half the team.

paige finishes up in the kitchen, setting the last plate down before making her way over, dropping onto the floor beside azzi. but while azzi’s watching stewie, paige is watching her.

azzi looks peaceful, more than she has in weeks. this semester drained the hell out of her—paige saw it firsthand, the late nights, the stress, the way azzi pushed herself through it all. and yet, right now, in this tiny little moment, she’s soft, calm, just existing.

paige leans back on her palms, studying her, a quiet sort of pride settling in her chest. that’s her girl. the girl she had all her firsts with.

and tonight? well, she’s about to have another first with her.

azzi really should stop making paige feel like her heart's a metronome—this can't be normal.

paige’s thoughts swirl for a second as she watches azzi, completely unaware of the storm brewing in paige’s head. “if Azzi asked me to climb a mountain right now, i'd probably do it just to see her smile. how much do I need to pay for her to stop being this cute?”

“this is why I’m not allowed near dogs,” paige thinks, watching stewie snooze. "one pet and suddenly I'm invested in a team of athletes who can't even talk."

azzi shifts, catching paige’s gaze. there’s that smile again—the kind that makes paige feel like the world stops for just a second. “Not that I mind,” she thinks, "but damn, this girl has me wrapped around her finger."

and honestly? paige is okay with it.

they’re talking about nothing and everything all at once, voices low, lazy, like the world outside doesn’t exist. sitting cross-legged on the floor, the snacks long forgotten, azzi’s hand moves in slow circles over stewie’s ear, careful not to wake him.

paige, propped up on one elbow, watches her with that look—soft, amused, completely gone. azzi catches it, and for a second, wonders if she needs to take notes because damn, paige's stare is next level.

azzi meets her gaze, smiles, something quiet passing between them.

paige leans in first, and azzi follows, her free hand slipping to paige’s side, fingers pressing just enough to ground them both. she smiles into the kiss before it deepens, slow and sure, like every time they kiss, it means something more. because it does. because it always does.

when they pull back, paige, still close enough that azzi can feel her breath, grins.

“hey az,” she murmurs, voice teasing. “remember that night a few years back when we slow danced on the porch and i stepped on your feet like… fifteen times?”

"of course i do, paige," azzi says, voice soft but sure. "that memory’s engraved in my brain."

she remembers everything—the exact date, the thick warmth of summer, the way the night unfolded like a scene straight out of one of her movies. “And honestly? The embarrassing foot stomping was just part of the charm,” she thinks. the way it led them here, to something that feels eerily similar to what’s about to unravel.

paige raises a brow. "woah, was i really that bad?"

azzi grins, playing with paige’s fingers absentmindedly. "kind of."

paige groans, leaning her head back dramatically. "well, i was nervous, okay? i was dancing with the girl of my dreams."

azzi snorts. "oh yeah?"

"yeah," paige says, eyes locked on hers now. "you were wearing your mom’s pearls that day. that dress i thought was pretty on you, though—let’s be real—all of them were. swear, you could wear a trash bag and i’d still go crazy." she shrugs, lips twitching. "doesn’t even matter what you wear. you are your outfit. if that makes sense."

azzi flushes, her smile growing. she tugs paige closer by her hoodie, pressing their lips together. paige grins into it, hands finding azzi’s waist as the kiss deepens.

when they break apart, azzi hums, eyes playful. "i think the romance movies really got to you, huh?"

paige scoffs. "hey, i’m not the one who wants to watch them."

"that’s true."

"but i wasn’t finished with my little speech, actually," paige adds, tilting her head.

azzi rolls her eyes, but she’s grinning. "oh? go on, then."

paige squeezes her fingers, something shifting in her expression—something softer, something certain. "wanna dance?"

azzi’s face lights up instantly. "right here? right now?"

paige nods. "right here. right now."

“Oh god, we’re doing this,” azzi thinks, trying not to grin like an absolute fool.

without hesitation, azzi takes her hand. paige, playing the gentleman, offers it with a dramatic flair, one hand behind her back like she’s in some old-timey movie. “Oh yeah, I’m totally swooning now,” azzi thinks, trying to keep her cool. azzi laughs, but she takes it.

they step into the open space in the kitchen, the only sound the faint hum of the fridge. the soft glow of candlelight flickers against the walls, filling the room with something unspoken. something warm. something that feels like them.

as they settle in, azzi tilts her head. "are we doing a silent slow dance, paige?"

paige blinks. "my bad." she pulls out her phone, scrolling for a second before pressing play. the soft, melancholic notes of my love mine all mine by mitski fill the air.

azzi raises a brow. "since when do you know this song?"

paige smirks. "since sarah put me on."

azzi laughs, shaking her head. as the first seconds of the song settle over them, paige—who’s just a little taller—takes azzi’s hands. azzi sighs, already knowing how this is going to go. "please don’t step on my feet."

paige grins. "can’t promise that."

azzi smiles, and they fall into place like they always do. her head finds paige’s shoulder, her hands finding her waist, and paige isn't forcing a thing. they just fit. like they were made to be here, in this moment, like this.

the song is calm, and so are they, just swaying together. the stillness, the trust, the years of knowing each other—it all settles between them like a quiet understanding. azzi closes her eyes, memorizing every movement, the way their breaths sync, the way their heartbeats seem to fall into rhythm.

paige looks down at her, eyes soft, full of something deeper than words. she presses a gentle kiss to azzi’s head and whispers, "i love you more than you’ll ever know."

azzi lifts her gaze, the candlelight flickering in her eyes. "i love you more than i ever thought i could love anybody."

paige swallows. their bodies are so close, and as the second verse starts, azzi wraps her arms around paige’s neck, resting her chin on her shoulder. her curls brush against paige’s face, tickling her cheek.

"you can put your feet on mine," paige murmurs. "i’ll lift you with ease."

azzi snorts. "you’re ridiculous."

"and yet, here you are, playing into it," paige teases.

but azzi does it, stepping onto paige’s feet, letting her take the lead. it’s ridiculous, yeah, but it’s them.

paige smiles, eyes slipping shut, and this time, azzi’s the one watching her. with nothing but love.

she presses a soft kiss to paige’s cheek, and paige’s lips curl into that cocky smile—the one that always makes azzi feel something she can't quite name.

the way paige’s whole face lights up just from being near her… that’s the kind of love scientists should be writing articles about.

as the song fades out, azzi’s fingers trace lazy circles on paige’s back. they haven’t moved, still molded into each other, warm from the dance, from the love they just shared. they were always meant for this moment.

"can we just stay like this forever?" azzi murmurs.

paige chuckles, looking down at her, at the soft smile on azzi’s face. "and who’s gonna break ankles if we do?"

"kamorea can handle that," azzi says, completely serious.

paige laughs, shaking her head. as azzi pulls her hands back, she really looks at paige. paige is holding her hands now, thumb brushing over her skin, absentmindedly tracing small circles—no, actually tracing azzi’s name on the back of her hand.

azzi bites her lip. "gotta say, you improved. you didn’t step on my foot once."

paige nods, all cocky. what azzi doesn’t know is that paige spent her free time watching dance tutorials. even asked tim—azzi’s father—for tips.

"thank you," paige smirks. "i’m a natural."

azzi scoffs. "sure."

"should we go back to the movies?" azzi asks.

paige stretches. "yeah, just gimme a sec. gotta use the bathroom."

"okay." azzi leans in, pressing a quick kiss to paige’s cheek before heading back to the room.

but paige doesn’t go to the bathroom. instead, she crouches by stewie’s bed, quietly filling his bowl with water, making sure he’s set for the night. she grabs a few dog treats and places them beside him, scratching behind his ear as she whispers—(keep in mind, it’s a dog):

"i’m gonna marry that pretty girl someday. i know you’re her #1, but i’m never gonna stop loving her."

stewie snores in response. paige grins, giving him one last pat before heading back.

when she walks in, azzi’s already curled up, waiting for her with a look of love and safety. paige jumps into bed, and azzi immediately rests her head on paige’s chest.

"let’s do frozen again," azzi mumbles.

paige laughs, pressing a kiss to azzi’s head. "i’m covering your eyes when olaf loses his head."

azzi gasps and smacks paige’s leg. "rude."

as the movie starts playing, the soft glow of the screen flickering against their faces, azzi reaches for a s’more, breaking off a piece for paige. she turns to her, eyes warm, lips curled into a soft smile.

“open,” she says, holding it up.

paige laughs, tilting her head back slightly, and obliges. azzi stuffs the piece in her mouth, giggling as paige tries to chew through the marshmallow, cracker, and chocolate all at once.

“i love you,” azzi murmurs, almost absentmindedly, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. because it is.

paige, still chewing, looks at her with the kind of softness that makes azzi’s heart ache in the best way. she swallows, then leans in, brushing her nose against azzi’s.

“i’m right here,” paige whispers, voice thick with certainty, “not going anywhere. always gonna take care of you.”

azzi blinks, the words settling deep in her chest, something warm and overwhelming blooming inside her. she presses closer, burying herself into paige’s arms, where everything feels right.

paige holds her like she’s never letting go.

[deesseshesca]

PAC: What does my life look like once I hit my full potential?

Hope I make it out of here.

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PILE 1

Oh, bestie, I feel you on this. Balancing hustle and chill vibes is so important when you’re in that “level-up” era, especially with the Lovers card as your overall energy—it’s giving alignment and divine choices. Here’s the tea:

First, trust that this new career opportunity isn’t just a job; it’s a gateway to something magical. Your next lover is literally waiting for you on the other side of this. Like, how iconic is that? The universe is basically screaming, “This is part of your glow-up!”

But let’s keep it real: grinding too hard can mess with your flow. So, schedule your downtime like it’s a business meeting—whether that’s journaling, bingeing your fave show, or vibing out with a playlist that makes you feel main character energy. Chill time isn’t lazy; it’s necessary. You can’t pour from an empty cup.

When it comes to hustle, think of it like this: show up and give your best, but don’t overthink it. Be intentional, not overwhelmed. Remember, the Lovers card is also about harmony—so treat your hustle like a love story. Be passionate, but know when to step back and breathe.

And here’s the real plot twist: this opportunity isn’t just about meeting them. It’s about meeting the next, more evolved version of you. They’ll love that version of you, and so will you. So take the leap, but keep your soul soft. You’ve got this. ❤️

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Okay, imagine this: when you hit your full potential, your life looks like the perfect balance of confidence and rest. You’ve worked hard to know your worth and never settle, and now you’re living in a way that matches that energy. Think quiet mornings in a space that feels so you, reflecting on your growth while sipping your favorite coffee—unbothered and untouchable.

But here’s the thing: getting there doesn’t mean you’re grinding 24/7. You’ll learn that slowing down is the power move. For example, instead of saying yes to everything, you’ll get super intentional about what aligns with your long-term goals. If an opportunity feels off or doesn’t match your vision, you’ll confidently pass, knowing that better things are waiting.

That self-love you’ve mastered? It’ll make you a magnet for respect. People will see how deeply you value yourself and will match that energy—or they’ll fall off, and honestly, you won’t care. It’s like you’ll finally be surrounded by relationships, jobs, and opportunities that deserve you because you’ve set the bar so high.

Here’s the practical advice: stay open to adjusting your plans, even when it’s uncomfortable. Sometimes, what looks like a setback is actually setting you up for something bigger. For example, if one path feels blocked, don’t fight it—pivot. Trust that your ability to choose yourself will always lead you to the right place.

And don’t forget to rest without guilt. It’s okay to take breaks to recharge because that’s when your best ideas will come to you. Picture yourself booking a solo trip, splurging on the nicest accommodations, and using that time to dream even bigger while staying grounded in gratitude. You’re leveling up and protecting your peace, and that’s the ultimate glow-up. 🌱✨

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Alright, picture this: once you hit your full potential, your life is like a perfectly designed blueprint, executed flawlessly. You’re running the show—waking up early, knocking out your goals, and moving through life like you own it. Your schedule is tight but purposeful, and everything you do feels like a step toward something even bigger.

You’ll probably have this fire inside you to keep starting new projects—like launching that dream business or taking on leadership roles that actually challenge you. People will look at you and think, Wow, they’ve really got it together. But behind the scenes, you’ll know it’s because you’ve built systems for yourself that work. For example, you might have a weekly ritual where you plan every detail, from career moves to self-care, so nothing feels chaotic.

That being said, you’ll need to make space for the unknown too. Life won’t always go exactly as planned, and that’s okay. Think of it like this: when things feel uncertain, don’t freeze up. Instead, take a moment, check in with yourself, and adjust. For example, if a big opportunity comes up and doesn’t look like what you expected, lean into it—it might just be the thing that pushes you further than you imagined.

And here’s a practical tip: track your progress. Maybe it’s a journal where you write down your wins every day, no matter how small, or a calendar where you block out “me time” just as seriously as work tasks. The key is staying grounded while keeping your eyes on the horizon.

Your focus on success will still fuel you, but it’ll feel balanced. Imagine being so confident in what you’ve built that you can finally relax a little, knowing that your foundation is unshakable. You’re not just surviving anymore; you’re thriving. And it’s all because you created the structure to let your ambition flow without burning out. 💡

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PILE 4

Okay, so here’s the vibe: when you hit your full potential, your life is gonna feel like this beautiful balance of self-love and success. But here’s the thing—you’ve been carrying a lot, especially with your sibling’s struggles. It’s tough because you want to help, but you have to realize that in order to become the best version of yourself, you have to put yourself first. And I know that’s easier said than done, especially when you love someone so much and want to see them thrive.

You’ve been trying to fix things, trying to heal others, but you can’t keep pouring from an empty cup. You’ve been holding onto a lot of emotional weight, and that’s been draining you. It’s okay to step back and focus on your own growth. I promise, you’re not abandoning anyone by taking care of yourself. In fact, the more you work on you, the more you’ll be able to help them from a place of peace.

But it’s gonna hurt a bit—letting go of that guilt is a process. You’ll have moments where you feel torn, but trust me, your potential and your future are calling you to take care of you. Your dreams, your goals—they matter, and they deserve your attention. It’s about putting boundaries in place, even if it feels hard at first.

You might not have all the answers right now, and that’s fine. You don’t have to have it all figured out, but you’ll get there. Things will come into focus when you start giving yourself permission to live your life without guilt. It’s gonna feel so freeing once you realize that your own peace and happiness are the foundation for everything else to fall into place.

So take it slow. Focus on your journey, even if it means you need to step away from the chaos a little. You deserve to put yourself first, because the version of you that is fully healed, confident, and at peace is going to be the one that thrives and makes all those big dreams come true. Your success starts with you, and you’re worthy of every bit of it. ❤️

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dbf! jason todd x reader

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▐ age gap (legal), vaginal sex, squirting, unprotected sex

JASON TODD who tried his best to avoid you because of your shameless flirting, you’ve made it quite clear that you wanted to get in his pants. the way you batted your eyelashes at him, your big doe eyes beaming innocently at him, though your motives were quite the opposite. or the way you admired his body, your sweet voice dripping with faux innocence, “you’re so strong jay, the farm work must be paying off hm?” your perfectly manicured nails tracing his strong thighs, feeling every edge and ridge. don’t even get him started on the amount of times you stared at his bulge in his pants. the way your eyes drifted down even when he wasn’t hard like you were trying to catch a glimpse.

it was one thing to pretend he wasn’t phased by your flirting, it was another when you were doing it right in front of your dad. “heard you’ve been stressed with the work around the farm, i can help you out.” you smiled innocently at him, head slightly tilted as if you didn’t say the most suggestive thing to a man double your age. “watch that mouth of yours, it’ll get you in trouble,” he grunted as he pulls away slightly, trying to (and failing) to subtly readjust himself. god, how fucked up was he to get hard on his best friends daughter?

though eventually, a man can only tolerate so much attitude from a bratty girl that waltzes around in the skimpiest clothes like she’s naked for so long. “need to teach you a fucking lesson,” he grunted as you laid sprawled out on your stomach on his giant mattress. your dad trusted him to look after you due to your rebellious tendencies to sneak out, and yet here he was going to fuck you. “think you can just rile me up like that?” he’s large frame groping your ass, your back arched as he kneads the fat in his calloused hands. “need some cock to fix that attitude of yours yeah?”

you hummed, your perfectly glossed lips smiling, “need to fuck the attitude out of me jay,” your voice soft as he rubbed his fat length on your cunt, watching your arousal coat it, making it glisten. “wet for a man that’s the same age as your father? god you’re so fucked up,” he chuckled lowly, before shoving his cock in you, splitting your cunt in half.

he was ruthless when he fucked you from behind, shoving his fingers in your mouth as you drooled and choked, the other hand fisting your hair. “you’re so much more tolerable choking on my fingers sweetheart, maybe i should just use your mouth like a little cunt eh?” he grunted as the bed creaks. “n-nngh,” you babbled as gagged, your eyes rolling back as jason hits your sweet spot. “maybe if you’re good i’ll reward you with my cock in your mouth rather than my fingers yeah? bet i’d feel so good, if you’re good with using that mouth to rile me up, i bet you’d be good at sucking me off too.”

watching you squirt all over his cock was probably the most satisfying thing he’s ever seen, the way you painted his pubes, and forming a thick white ring on the base of his cock made him want to do it all over again. “looks like i did a number on you huh?” jason chuckled as your body trembled, saliva dribbling down to your chin as your mascara was all smudged, running down your cheeks, your hair all knotty.

thankfully, your dad remained unaware of what his best friend did to his precious daughter. though he didn’t mess the way you waddled to the dinner table, your balance slightly unstable like you just spun around too many times with your face scrunched up in a slight discomfort when you sat down on the table. “oh alright sweetheart? you look a bit flushed,” your father speaks out, slightly concerned as he placed his palm on your forehead. “heating up, want me to put the air on on?”

you nodded, a small smile on your face as your eyes were slightly dazed, like you weren’t really there. jason could only watch with a sly smile on his face from across the table, sipping on his beer. your father completely unaware that his daughter had his best friend cum filling up her cunt.

[buckiverse]

hiiii, im callista, the one who actually made the CAWK ANALYSIS DIAGRAM, and im begging you to talk about xav and raf too so i can add them to our very important research <3

☆ warnings: mdni, a cock analysis for rafayel (including lemurian form) and xavier

☆ a/n: when i saw your post on twitter I was so shocked >< (in a let me pick up a mf pen and paper type of way) but, when I started cooking this one I did in fact realize I am a monster fucker when it involves rafayel (and sylus too who am I kidding fr), so I am looking forward to the updated research hehehe

sylus, caleb, and zayne ver.

R6.76GGPV - #dc9ca2

Rafayel’s physique is striking. He’s tall, with a lean, wiry frame that speaks to his grace and agility. Don’t be fooled by his size—this man is one with the water. His strength is deceptive, fluid, and undeniable. And, let’s be real: he’s lean, he’s sculpted, and damn, he looks incredible. His stamina is off the charts—of course, he’s a God of the sea. Hello?

Now, let’s get to the real topic at hand: his cock. It’s not the biggest—6.76 (17.1704 cm) inches, rounded to the nearest decimal—but Rafayel is a grower, okay. And what he has is a masterpiece. Gorgeous. I mean gorgeous. The kind of cock that makes you want to worship him, offering yourself up at his altar. There’s a bit of girth to it, too, and trust me, it’s a blessing in itself.

The head? Perfectly shaped, a stunning, pretty pink—honestly, it could be my new favorite lipstick shade. As for his pubic hair? None. Nada. Rafayel is smooth, clean, and pristine. (or he has designs because, yes the fuck he would) But here’s the thing: he doesn’t care what you do with yours. Whatever you’re working with, it’ll drive him wild.

Oh, and the veins. He doesn’t have many, but each one is perfectly placed like his cock was crafted by the gods themselves (maybe because he is one). No more than three, all connecting at various places on his shaft, and if you trace your fingers on it—even if it's a feather-light touch, his cock will jump. It’s almost too pretty—like a work of art you can’t stop staring at.

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Now, let’s talk about Rafayel as the Lemurian. His cock in this form? Thick. Fat. Gloriously imposing. At a solid nine inches (22.86 cm), it’s crowned with a knot at the base that’s thick and impossibly enticing. And his shaft is covered in soft, smooth scales—silky to the touch, like oiled skin or delicate petals. That knot? It’s primal, and when he’s overcome by the need to breed, it’s game over. Once he’s inside, don’t even think about running. You’re his, and he’s not letting you go until he’s filled you with his little sea heirs.

Oh, and just imagine him murmuring in that low, teasing voice: “Isn’t this what you wanted, pretty girl?” And you know his eyes are dark and overcome with need.

The scales don’t stop at his cock, either. They trail up his sides, climbing his torso, adding a texture that’s as sensitive as it is otherworldly. When you run your hands over him, he’s electrified, almost trembling with the intensity of sensation. And his cock? Hyper-sensitive. In this form, he’s consumed by the urge to breed, to claim you completely.

Careful what you wish for—because when Rafayel takes you, there’s no turning back.

X6.5GGPT - #c97677

As we all know, Xavier’s figure is quite shrouded in clothes. But truly—his figure is imposing. He’s tall, surprisingly muscular, it’s easy to forget this man is a trained (experienced) hunter. Of course he’s in good shape—it’s impossible for him not to be. He needs to be agile and perceptive—just like how he fucks by the way (like a jack rabbit).

So, his cock. Well, it's pretty—too pretty. A solid six and a half inches (16.51 cm), and yes, he’s a grower. Like I said, his clothes hide everything. And it’s thick, too thick for his own good—Xavier has a habit of reveling in your reaction to it—everytime. When he pulls his pants down and he watches your eyes grow big, your pupils dilate, he can see the wheels turning in your head. 

The head is like a mushroom and is so pretty pink, it has a beautiful red tint to it. So thick and it stretches you out everytime, and the tears pooling in your eyes get him going, he might say something like “You’re everything—do you know that? Everything.” Oh gosh and he keeps the hair low and trimmed or he’s bald—a perk of aging slowly is that everything grows slowly too.

And did i mention—he can make it glow. The craziest thing about him is that he's a come machine. He has this innate ability to pump endless amounts of come into you—he needs too. He has too much stamina and can go forever.

He’s literally fucking insatiable, once he has a taste of you. 

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R6.76GGPV: rafayel-6.76inch-girthy-grower-pink-veiny

X6.5GGPT: xavier-6.5inch-grithy-grower-pink-trimed

[honey-tongued-devil]

[Arcane preference] reacting to a jealous s/o

Disclaimer: I’ve had about ten different requests regarding jealousy, and while this doesn’t cover all of them, it does address some. Disclaimer #2: It would be out of character to write that everyone handles it perfectly, so read at your own discretion. Lastly, as always, I’ve got an Arcane longfic in progress! If you’d like to read it, click HERE, and it’ll take you straight to the AO3 page.

Jayce:

You need to get a grip.

He’s an understanding person, but there’s a limit to everything. If jealousy stems from insecurity and is brought up as a calm and peaceful discussion, he’ll sit beside you to talk it out.

However, if it’s a scene, if it escalates into yelling, restrictive demands on his freedom, or absurd and over-the-top behavior, he’ll enter a period of coldness where he’ll reflect on things.

But if it happens again, don’t expect understanding.

You can’t expect to publicly humiliate someone like that, try to control them because of your own insecurities, and not face a negative reaction.

Viktor:

Raises an eyebrow, his only initial reaction.

The first thing he’ll do is laugh—whether because he finds the situation ridiculous or it’s just an instinctive response, that’s what you’ll see first.

From his perspective, he’s working like a beast of burden not just to be independent but to be a person with dignity, breaking free from the dynamic imposed by Zaun and Piltover that has shackled him like some original sin. And now, not only do you not trust him, but you’re also trying to put him back in the role of a pet that needs taming and obedience.

He knows he hasn’t done anything wrong, knows he hasn’t been giving attention to anyone else but you and his work.

That’s why jealousy only damages the relationship.

Ekko:

Perplexed.

Assuming no one would take a public scene well, in the case of a civil confrontation, he’d mostly be confused.

It makes sense, sure, given how close-knit all the Firelights are, but it never occurred to him that it might bother you.

He doesn’t even know how he should react. He’d definitely try to talk with you, figure out what exactly made you feel that way, and explain the ambiguous situation that set you off.

A scene isn’t a dealbreaker with him, but it does lead to a few days of awkwardness before a fight inevitably happens.

That doesn’t mean he lacks self-respect, though. After the umpteenth time, he’ll simply give up.

Vander:

He’s too old for this kind of nonsense, to be honest.

If you throw a scene, he’ll just ignore it. He’ll let you yell and stomp your feet until you’re out of energy, let you cool off, and then come back to have a conversation.

His response will be laced with irony, like, “Well, who wouldn’t be jealous of the most charming man in the Lanes, after all?” But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t take the issue seriously—he’s just trying to lighten the mood.

He’ll ask how you think he should handle it but ultimately decides for himself whether your request is reasonable or over the top.

When you lose your cool, he’ll treat you the same way he used to handle kids throwing tantrums.

Silco:

Let’s assume no one would dare make a scene in public with Silco out of pure survival instinct. That alone would be an immediate dealbreaker, and you wouldn’t have any chance to confront, talk, or even approach his space again.

A private scene would irritate him regardless. When you’re done, his response would be, “Is that all?”

He’s a diplomatic person. The idea of yelling—or even wasting unnecessary energy on these trivial little issues when his vision is grand, almost boundless—feels almost insulting to him.

If, however, you approach it as a calm and rational discussion, while he may still feel mildly annoyed, he’ll try to reassure you and help you understand that there’s no real reason for you to feel that way.

Jinx:

A fertile ground for conflict, given her fear of abandonment, obsessiveness, and jealousy.

Reverse card: if you start a scene, there’s a high chance she’ll throw it right back at you, leading to a full-blown argument.

Her fear of losing you means that even if your request makes her furious, she’ll still do what you want.

Not the healthiest relationship you could have, but hey, who am I to judge?

She’s not one to leave arguments unresolved. After the shouting match, there have to be cuddles, even if only to prove there’s no lingering resentment between you two.

Vi:

Completely caught off guard.

Now, no one likes a scene, BUT she grew up with a sister who felt emotions way too strongly, so there’s a good chance she’ll switch into “caregiver” mode and try to calm you down immediately instead of getting mad.

She wasn’t expecting an outburst like that. She’s likely more hurt by the fact that you feel this way than anything else.

After the fight, she’ll probably ask to hold you for a bit, trying to make up for unintentionally hurting you.

She’s open to changing the things you need her to change because she values you more than other people.

Caitlyn:

Caitlyn’s problem is that she has the dignity—and let’s be honest, that’s what it is—to tell you to fuck off after a jealous scene, especially if it’s in public. But unfortunately, she pours her soul into relationships, so she’ll try to talk it out.

She’ll meet you halfway within reason. Obviously, you can’t ask her to stop going out alone with colleagues after work, but if your concerns are more reasonable, she’ll try to accommodate them.

However, that doesn’t mean she’ll be calm immediately after the scene. Quite the opposite. She’ll need the rest of the day to cool off and a night’s sleep to forget how angry she was.

If you handle things diplomatically instead of with a scene, she won’t be angry but might feel a bit sad.

Mel:

If you throw a scene, expect to be left right where you are—literally.

If you want to yell, stomp your feet, and act immature, she’ll just turn and walk away, and you’ll find out the state of your relationship when you try to return to your shared apartment and find it empty.

It’s not about pettiness; it’s about the humiliation of being publicly exposed, about dragging your private matters into the open, showing so little respect that you can’t even grant her privacy.

If it’s a discussion, prepare to bottle it up.

Everything she does is for appearances, for trust, and as a political figure, she can’t neglect something as crucial as her public image.

It’s up to you to trust her enough.

Sevika:

A public scene disgusts her and puts her in a horrible position. She’ll be mocked—Silco will hit her once and tell her that “You walk her like a dog,” and his goons won’t let her live it down either.

Depending on her mood, the timing, and countless other factors, her reaction could range from ignoring you to screaming at you in the bar to telling you to get a grip or even walking away and ending it.

It’s about respect, pride, and understanding where your limits lie—and this might be one of those moments where you’ve crossed the line.

If you talk things out calmly, don’t expect her to console you. Whether you trust her or not isn’t her problem.

She holds no grudges, but she also has no intention of babying you.

[grandline-fics]

For Valentine's event! I'm so deeply in love how you write, especially Doflamingo!! So maybe, True love's kiss for him?

Anyway thanks for your works they're all amazing 🙌💕

DESCRIPTION: True Love's Kiss- The moment they realise they're in love

WARNINGS: none (at least I don't think so, other than the fact is about Doflamingo)

CHARACTERS: Doflamingo

WORDS: 1,420

A/N: At first I was tempted to link this to Immune To Your Charms but then decided against it so we could have a different version of Doffy and another version of his realisation he's capable of love. I hope you enjoy what I came up with for this for you anon. Thank you for the request!

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

DIRECTORY | PROMPT LIST | KO-FI | VALENTINES EVENT MASTERLIST

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Doflamingo thrived on the adoration and unequivocal loyalty of his family, his most trusted elite officers in the inner circle ready to throw their lives down should he simply say the word. The rush that would flood his system when his subordinates and civilians bowed low before him took him flooding back to his short lived days in his rightful standing as a Celestial Dragon; it’s never quite the same that his nostalgia had preserved in his memory but it's as close as it’ll ever get. The only other thing that ever came close to giving him a surge of true satisfaction and happiness is when you, one of his best and most precious officers, would throw him that sweet smile contrasting with that sharp and dangerous gaze of yours and greet him with a smooth “Hello Doffy.” 

He could always count on you to see to it that any mission he gave you was executed perfectly and without hesitation. Not only did you take pride in your efficiency and skill but seeing it recognised in a man like Doflamingo mattered to you too. You knew that Doflamingo’s trust and reliance on you had nothing to do with the fact that you were Doflamingo’s current lover. As it was, you understood your place in the whole situation, just as you’d witnessed with his previous entanglements.

It was only ever going to last as long as your King wished it to. Should anyone else ever catch his eye and attention and he wished them to warm his bed instead of you, you would be cast aside in that regard. You came to terms with that long ago and idly part of your mind always wondered when that day would come so you enjoyed what you had for as long as Doflamingo wanted you that way.

One morning you were summoned to his office for your latest mission. Wordlessly you accepted the information he handed over to you and began to read it over while listening to his every word. “Seems someone’s been pushing their nose into places that doesn’t concern them. That’s the most recent location we could learn so it’s likely they’ve moved on already.” He explained, his sinister grin in place. “I know it’ll be no issue for you to track them down and taking care of them before returning home to me.”

“Sure you don't want me to take my time?” You asked curiously, finally lifting your head with your own smile curving your lips. “You normally enjoy it when I make them suffer first.”

“You’ll already be spending time away in search of your prey, my dear.” Doflamingo explained while rising from his seat to step around the desk to stand in front of you. Never needing his strings to make you move or respond in the ways he wished, you simply always knew. Keeping your eyes on his face, you turned to face him, stepping back until the desk was now behind you and his hands settled on the wood to playfully cage you in. “I’d much rather have you go and kill and come back, otherwise I’d just miss you too much.”

For the smallest moment his words threw you off but you quickly controlled your expression. Unfortunately you weren’t fast enough and it hadn’t gone unnoticed to Doflamingo. Lifting one hand away to pinch your chin he made you look firmly at him, refusing to let you go until he got answers out of you. Doflamingo knew you wouldn’t have to force it out of you. The second he asked, you’d answer. “Now what was that look for? What could I have said to possibly create such a face?”

“Just surprised my absence would have such an affect on you.” You explained calmly, your smile returning. “There’s plenty here that’ll keep you company if I take too long. Speaking of, with your permission, I’ll go straight away Doffy.” Doflamingo regarded you silently and moved his hand from your chin to thread his fingers into your hair and pulled you in as he leant forward to capture you lips in a harsh, bruising kiss. Under his lead, you effortlessly followed the pace and intensity of the kiss, only breaking apart when he allowed it to. Breathless and dazed you could only stare at Doflamingo when he released you, offering a small but determined nod when he ordered you to complete your mission as fast as you could.

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Two weeks went by and still you hadn’t returned, leaving Doflamingo to feel restless. Uncomfortably so. He had been receiving updates from you steadily up until a few days ago, everything in code and brief but you hadn’t given him any signal that something was wrong. You were closely on the heels of your target who you were certain you’d catch up to soon. Doflamingo had no doubts about your abilities, you were one of his best so he knew you’d get the job done but still something was annoying him about it all. He was also unshakable in his knowledge of your loyalty to him, there was no way you’d leave him but he still needed to know what was causing his agitation. Thinking back to the day you left he remembered the look of genuine surprise that captured your usually self-assured features when he spoke of how he’d miss you. 

Your little comment about others keeping him company also hadn’t gone unnoticed by him either. Truth be told now that he had the time to think about, you had lasted so much longer than anyone else had as his lover. Those that came before you held no true interest with him, simply attractive things that allowed him to satisfy his needs before he kicked them out of his bed and sought his next source of entertainment in another person. You held his every attention, staying close to him even without having to give your body or touch to him. It was you he wanted and he had meant what he’d said when he said he missed you when you were gone, only now he seemed to realise just how much. 

Two more days passed before you returned to Dressrosa’s Palace, walking slowly and tensed. At your arrival in the entrance hall, you saw a few servants hurrying in different directions most likely in search of Doflamingo to let him know. You didn’t know why they bothered, he was going to be the first person you sought out to report the success of your mission and apologise for taking longer than you should have. You were only halfway up the staircase when Doflamingo appeared at the top, watching you climb the last few steps until you were beside him. 

Carefully he inspected your face. You looked exhausted, dark circles under your eyes and your shoulders slumped slightly. You were barely staying awake, he could see the steeled focus in your gaze as you were determined to remain conscious enough to greet him with an attempt at your usual sweet smile. “Hello Doffy. Sorry I took longer than intended.”

“Was the mission successful?”

“Mhm.” You nodded before covering you mouth to yawn. “Target was a nuisance though.”

“In what way?” Doflamingo lifted you effortlessly into his arms and carried you to his quarters.

“Devil Fruit user.” You explained with a mumble, a small hum of contentment breaking from your lips when you were laid down on his bed, sinking against the pillows. Doflamingo tilted his head curiously at that revelation. Had he known that the target had an ability, he would have ensured you were better prepared for that. Doflamingo felt relief wash over him to see you’d been unharmed, knowing better than anyone how monstrous Devil Fruits were, and made sure that in future you would be better prepared so there would be no surprises like that on your missions. “Doffy? Why am I in your room?”

“I had your things moved here while you were away, of course.” He chuckled watching you struggle to open your eyes to look at him in confusion. “It seemed as though you had a lapse in awareness about your standing with me. Your place is beside me always and there will never be any room for anyone else. Understand, love?” For emphasis he pressed a tender kiss against your lips.

“I understand.” You hummed softly, the loving smile gracing your lips suddenly securing itself in Doflamingo’s regard as something no-one else could ever come close to competing with.

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[sleepingdeath-light]

relationship hcs ; osamu dazai

requested by ; nobody / self indulgent

fandom(s) ; bungo stray dogs

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; osamu dazai

outline ; “dating hcs for dazai”

note ; can you tell i have a favourite character? 😅

warning(s) ; some brief discussions of angst at the start, but mostly just fluff!

to state the obvious: no matter how much you love him, osamu dazai is not an easy person to be in a relationship with. not because he’s consciously neglectful or cruel or anything along those lines — because, make no mistake about it, this man is absolutely smitten with you to such a degree that it scares him some days — but rather because being in love, and being loved, isn’t enough to save him from himself

it’s enough to make him try, for your sake, to take care of himself and to form healthier coping mechanisms than those he’s relied on for years. it’s enough to make him think twice before jumping off of a building or diving into the river or downing a handful of pills. it’s enough to get him to try.

but recovery isn’t linear and bad habits don’t disappear overnight. there will inevitably be times where he relapses and you both end up getting hurt because of it — and loving dazai, being in a relationship with him, means sticking with him even as he does his best to self sabotage and push you away

he does get better about this the longer you two are together, better at silencing or dismissing the thoughts that insist you can do better and that he’s too broken and ruined for someone like you, and his attempts to self sabotage will become less and less frequent over the years until, eventually, they stop altogether. the thoughts don’t ever go away, not really, but he’ll learn to trust you, to trust your relationship, enough to start ignoring them

now, moving on from that rather depressing tangent...

he’s a very physically affectionate person and if you two are in the same space for any amount of time he needs to be touching you in some way, shape, or form — much to kunikeda’s chagrin if you happen to also be a member of the ada

he’ll hug you from behind and rest his chin on your head/shoulder while watching you do whatever you’re doing (or reading over your shoulder if you’re dealing with a book/document/etc.). he’ll pull you onto his lap to smother you with kisses while trying his damndest to avoid doing any paperwork. he’ll pull you down onto the nearest settee/bed just to cuddle for as long a you’ll let him, content to just listen to you talk while smelling your shampoo/perfume/cologne. he’ll shamelessly throw himself at your feet and cling to your legs as he begs you not to leave him for the ten minutes it’ll take you to grab a quick snack or drink, or just to go to the bathroom. he’ll lay his head on your thighs and practically melt into a puddle on your lap as you play with his hair and pepper kisses all over his face. he’ll wrap his trenchcoat around you when you hug him in public, holding you close to his chest for far longer than you intended and playing up the dramatics when you try to escape his grasp. he’ll kiss you for hours at a time when he gets the chance, giggling against your lips and whispering compliments that are perfectly timed to leave you flustered, and won’t stop until you physically push him away (unashamedly chasing after your lips when you do) or he’s forced to leave you because of work (in which case he’ll bemoan about his colleagues tearing him away from his beloved). he’ll bask in your affection all day if you let him, and gladly return the favour from sundown to sunrise… or until you both pass out, whichever comes first

aside from your lips, his favourite places to kiss you are: your hands (anywhere on them really, but especially your fingertips), the top of your head, and the junction between your neck and your shoulder

his favourite places to be kissed are: the palms of his hands, the space between his eyebrows, and along his jaw

very big on pet names and, in fact, has only ever used your actual name once since the two of you became an item — and that was when you almost died and he said it with so much fear that you’d rather let dostoevsky get to you than ever hear him say it again — and he has quite the substantive list that he cycles through with you. some are intentionally silly and stupid, said to make you laugh or catch you off guard at least, others are playful and flirty, said to fluster you or just uttered casually at home, and a very select few are reserved for when he’s trying to get others to back off from his beloved

he has a nasty jealous streak that he does a fantastic job of keeping under wraps since his transition to the agency, only ever presenting his jealousy as a playful and overly dramatised thing and only ever stepping in to intimidate people if he can tell they’re overstepping boundaries or making you uncomfortable. but make no mistake, behind his playful whining and overly dramatic clinginess there is a very real urge he has to just kill whoever is trying to take you from him — and if he hadn’t made the promise to be a better man… well… you can imagine the outcome would involve more than just some cold glares over your shoulder and some well veiled threats to those that refuse to take a hint

dazai is a flirt by nature as well as a (former) womanizer, so it almost goes without saying that he’s more than capable of flustering you when he sets his mind to it… which, unfortunately for you, is often. bonus points if you’re the type to have a physical response to getting flustered or if you try to return the favour and get too shy to do so because he will eat that shit up and never let you live it down (don’t worry he just thinks it’s cute and will knock it off if he realises it actually bothers you)

he’s also an affectionate bully and will mess with you constantly — like, obviously, he’s not going to cross any lines that shouldn’t be crossed because you’re his lover and he’s not that much of an asshole, but he’s still a little shit and will go out of his way to frustrate and bewilder you sometimes. for example, if you happen to be shorter than him than one of his favourite things to do is to put everything he knows you’ll need on the highest possible places in the house so you’ll have to ask him for help… asshole

will not tolerate any negative talk about you, be that from others or yourself, and will make quick work of shutting that shit down swiftly and firmly. he knows what it’s like to feel that way, hell he hates himself more often than not, but you’re the love of his life and the last thing he wants is for you to see yourself as anything but wonderful

doesn’t always care to eat on his own but he will always steal a bite or two out of whatever you’re eating. it doesn’t even have to be something he actually likes, he’ll take some because you have it and he’s a goddamn menace

skives off of work to come and see you throughout the day, sometimes that means hanging out with you on your days off and other times that involves him loitering around your place of work and trying to convince you to leave with him when you’re on the clock — as long as he gets to see your wonderful face he doesn’t much care what you’re doing… just don’t tell kunikida where he is he’s not in the mood to get throttled right now

cannot cook to save his life — and eating his cooking may very well end yours — but he’ll gladly eat whatever you make and he’s not opposed to helping you clean up after the fact… even if he does inevitably put on a show of complaining every time he touches a bit of food or when his sleeves/bandages get wet when he’s doing the washing up

shows up for you constantly and is your biggest cheerleader in everything you do — and god forbid anyone tries to put you down or dissuade you from doing the things you love because dazai may not be a killer these days but he’s more than capable of intimidating the hell out of someone when he needs to and he has no qualms about going the extra mile to keep you happy and safe

the type of boyfriend that just straight up steals borrows your clothes whenever he stays over at yours, particularly things like shirts and jumpers. if he can wear them he’ll use them as pyjamas, and if he can’t then he’ll just… keep them as reminders of you (and cuddle them in your place when you’re absent if they happen to also smell of you)

he has all of your orders and preferences memorised for all of the places you regularly go to together (go-to drinks, any alterations you make to the dishes you order, etc.) — and whenever you want to go somewhere new he’s the type to go above and beyond to research their menu and food preparation practices to make sure you can safely and comfortably eat there (e.g. that there are dishes without any animal products in them if you’re vegan, or that they have an impeccable track record of accommodating allergies if you have any, or that they have food that’s ‘safe’ for you to eat if you have arfid or otherwise struggle with certain flavours, textures, or whatever, and so on)

texts you constantly throughout the day, even when he really should be doing something else (read: his paperwork), and the only time you won’t see him blowing up your messages is when he’s actively in the middle of dealing with a dangerous suspect or a former colleague from the pm — in both cases because the situation requires his full focus and because he doesn’t want anyone to go after you after figuring out that he’s attached to you (mind you the slug chuuya wouldn’t stoop that low so dazai has no problem telling him about you in passing during one of their run-ins (read: bragging about the fact that he has a wonderful partner while the slug is still tragically single), but he can’t guarantee the same for anyone else and he refuses to take any chances when it comes to your safety)

while he is more than happy to take you around his favourite haunts, or to wine and dine you (with someone else’s money), or to spoil you rotten (again, with someone else’s money), dazai’s favourite types of dates with you involve the two of you just hanging out together in your apartment. it’s warm and cozy and familiar and everything smells like you, and he gets to cling to you all he wants as you both eat takeout or leftovers or whatever you cooked for dinner that day, and he gets to turn off his brain for a little while. it’s… nice. really nice

dazai stares at you a lot — both when you’re awake and doing the most random stuff and when you’re sleeping in bed and snuggled up in his arms — partially because he just thinks you’re attractive and partially because he wants to memorise your appearance in case the worst happens and he loses you too

never sleeps well unless he’s holding you in one way or another, and he’s a very clingy and very light sleeper so good luck getting out of bed without him noticing

if you didn’t find out before the two of you became an item, it will take dazai a while to open up to you about his past in the pm — and even longer to open up about everything that happened to oda, and to introduce the two of you — mainly because he is absolutely terrified of losing you. he’ll tell you eventually, he knows he can’t avoid it forever, but he wants to enjoy your relationship, being with you, for a little bit longer before he tells you something he’s dead certain will make you hate and fear him

despite his womanising past, once he’s yours dazai is committed and you’ll find him to be an extremely loyal boyfriend. like to the point where he’ll go out of his way to mention that he’s taken if he notices someone seems to be interested in him, and if they don’t take the hint he’ll either, depending on his mood, start insulting them in the most personal ways he can or start acting as ridiculous as possible until they either get a clue or get so embarrassed that they finally leave him alone

he loves it when you play with his hair — bonus points if you have longer nails or wear acrylics and gently scratch his scalp while you do so because he will melt

frequently goes out of his way to act like a fool just to make you laugh or to distract you from whatever’s troubling you — of course he’ll also help you brainstorm a solution, but that can come after lightening your mood

it takes him a while to get used to being treated kindly and complimented without any ulterior motives, but eventually he’ll come to greatly appreciate being on the receiving end of some words of affirmation and physical affection after a long day of work for the agency

[cosmickid-inmotion]

Strange Arrivals

Kermit (SNL) x Alien!reader

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Summary: He's a little strange, but Kermit endears himself to you when he wants to take you just as you are. Tentacles and all.

Warnings: Tentacle porn. I've got not excuses. Tentacles in ass, tentacles in mouth, tentacles all over body. Slight body horror/unrealistic sex??? idk brother, the tentacles are going ALL THE WAY UP AND DOWN. He's not hurt though I promise and he's begging for it. It's 10/10 for everyone he's having a great time. Cum inflation. Suspend your disbelief.

Immersivity: Reader is an alien, no gender no nothing. Reader has tentacles idk what to tell you. Told from readers pov so no descriptions other than, once again, tenacles. Might be my most inclusive fic ever. Except for the tentatcles.

A/N: No muppets were harmed in the making of this tentacle porn.

Dividers by @sister-lucifer

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The woman had been taken, pantsless, kicking and screaming upstairs.

The other man was taken to a different room for some experiments.

But this one was for you. 

You spoke first. “Be not afraid.”

His response surprised you. “Awfully easy for you to say that, you ain’t the one being abducted by aliens. I’ve seen Independence Day.”

This made you laugh. “I understand your fear, let me help.” You raise your hand to the man, enveloping him in a light liquid. With pride, you watch as his body language calms. All his fears, anxieties and pains leave him pliant and comfortable.

“M-my knee...” Her murmurs softly, bending down to touch his right leg. “It don’t hurt no more?” When he looked back up at you, his brown eyes gazed with wonder, mouth slightly agape and he processed what was happening.

“It’ll remain healed after you leave, do not worry.” The question in his head is answered before he can ask it

He grunts as he stands up like he was expecting pain but received none “I injured it years ago, playing uh, competitive paintball.” You got the impression he was trying to impress you. Paintball meant nothing to you, but the inferior being trying to impress you was cute, like watching a nervous little animal slowly come to trust you. Him adding in the competitive paintball was like a cat bringing him a dead mouse. ‘Look! See! Are you happy with me?’

You threw him a bone. “That’s very impressive, Kermit.” 

Wonder strikes his face. “How do you know my name?”

The answer was simple. “I can see into your head. Don’t be alarmed. It’s nice in there.” And it was. He was cozy inside.

He gives a little nod, not sure what you mean. Kermit stands pretty tall despite his slouching. You wouldn’t need to fix his shoulder pain if he didn’t sit like a shrimp and stand bow legged, but old habits and such. He dressed strangely. The socks with sandals were a surprise, but you’d be lying if you said they weren’t doing it for you, and the mullet was unexpected, but he was handsome, no denying that. Yes, Kermit would do perfectly fine for you.

He shuffles his feet, switching his weight on one side to another. “You uh.. Yuh said the pain would stay gone when I get back? That mean you ain’t plan’n on keep’n me here?”

“No, you simply are here to serve a purpose.”

“And what is that?” 

It’s as good an opening as ever. You allow your full form to show, light emitting from your body in rays, tendrils of fleshy waves extended out from you. Kermit’s eyes go wide, but he doesn’t stumble away as many have before. 

“Do you fear me?”

His voice was soft, nothing more than a whisper. “No.”

“Do you want me to change to something else?” You shift your form feminine, a beautiful one that was an amalgamation of the most attractive women on his earth. He shook his head. You change to a man, seeing if that was more your taste. Most of the men you used would choose the former, but some were more inclined to the masculine. “Perhaps like this?” 

He shakes his head again, staring at you with reverence. “Before. What you were before, uh, please. Ma’am. Sir.” You change back into all your glory, and a smile appears on his face. “Beautiful. You’re beautiful.”

Pride filled your chest. It shouldn’t mean anything to you that someone such as him thought you were beautiful, but it did. 

Now, it was time to get to work.

His eyes widen as he’s raised up, the light beams guiding him like they did when he was picked up, and you raise a hand, beckoning him towards you. “Come.” You say, easing his anxieties once again. “Come here.”

Kermit relaxes into your light and is guided forward, pulled into your warmth as the tentacles wrap around his body, pulling off the clothes, piece by awkward piece until he is stripped bare for you. No resistance, no fear. Nothing but desire swallowing up the brown in his lust-blown eyes. Kermit’s cock is erect as tendrils slide over his body, feeling his, pleasuring him, wrapping him up in warm excretion and touching all the soft sides of him.

He’s breathing heavily, but isn’t afraid, and makes no moves to try to get away. Instead, when a fleshy extension reached his face, Kermit leaned in. You slide the end of yourself over his cheek and you swear he hums against you. He’s beautiful like this, submissive and wanting, his cock leaking pre-cum for you. Sliding down dim, over his chest and down to his slight beer belly, following the trail of hair to the patch it leads to. He gasps, cock twitching and waiting for attention but you tease around him instead, under his body, between his legs and through the hairy thatch between his asscheeks.

“Do you want it like this?” You ask, more out of courtesy, but you do go through precautions for comfort. “I can still change your perception, make this look and feel like any other sexual encounter.”

“No.” And for once he sounded firm as his eyes swept over your form. It must’ve been such a strange sight for him to see, but he preferred to take like this, as you were, the odd little man. His body was beautiful for you, tanned and soft, receptive to your touch as you explored him. Then, your tentacle wet, you slide it inside him.

Kermit’s mouth drops open and you think it might be a gasp, but instead it’s a shuttered moan of pleasure. Deeper, deeper inside him, you go as far as you can get and begin to pump inside him, Kermit’s hands reaching and grasping at your appendages for something to sturdy himself.

“Sh-shit…” And you can tell he’s never had anything up there before. And he likes it. “More.” he gasps for breath. “Dee- ohhhh, shit, d-deep!” 

Which makes you chuckle. “I’m as deep as I can go, human.”

“I can take it.”

So, you thrust deeper inside his guts, impossibly deep that you’ll have to heal his insides once more before you send him on his way, but the sounds he’s making are worth it. His guts move to make room for you, prying inside him with slicked up skin. 

And you want more of him.

His body is covered in you but it’s not enough, so another tendril wraps around his neck. He breathes, but the lack of oxygen to his brain provides more pleasure. When you get inside his mouth, Kermit’s eyes roll back in his head. He likes this, he likes being used but it's more than that. You’re using him for your own pleasure, sure, you use him for his specimen to study but you never treat yours poorly. You love humans, and like a little pet you want to scratch behind his ears. This is your version of that.

He’s so warm inside.

You can feel Kermit’s heart beating inside his skin, your tentacles nuzzled up inside him, down his throat deep enough his ribcage beats against you, and god, does he look good like this.

Wet. Submissive. Held up in the air suspended by the tentacles thrusting in and out of his body in a sloppy mess and he moans around you. Deeper. Deeper. Deeper inside him, sliding in and around the curves of his insides without damaging the poor human until your tentacles meet inside. Kermits cock bobs in the air as he moves, his balls drawing tight and you see him begin to twitch, suffocating in his pleasure.

He’s close, writhing and jolting and you don’t want to ruin his orgasm so you walk right up to where Kermit hangs and wrap your three fingers around his cock. You lower him down to your eye level which still brings him a foot off the ground, putting your face right to his cheek. From here, you can so easily hear the wet sounds of throat fucking him, your own extasy cresting. You adore how he could’ve taken the easy way, had sex with Megan Fox or Oscar Isaac or whoever their hall pass is, but instead he chose to experience this with you.

His eyes are locked on yours, lidded with lust even as he mouth is spread open wide enough to stretch at the sides. You kiss his lips, feeling yourset fuck into him.

“Come for me. You’re safe here.”

And he does, spilling all over your hand as his body writhes and jolts in the throws of a long-lasting orgasm. He’s enraptured, you can sense it in his mind. His seed is collected by you into a little cup, and sent off. That’s what you needed, it didn’t need to be like this, but you loved playing with your humans.

You had one more parting gift for Kermit. Stuffed inside him as he cums down from the best high he’s ever felt, better than any drug or drink he’d have again, you release yourself into him, orgasming inside his body from both ends. With a smile, you can see how his stomach inflates, taking every last drop you give him until you know he can’t take another second.

Gentle. Slow. Carefully, he’s laid out on the med bed, soft tendrils caressing him as you pull out and leave a mess dripping out of his hole and onto the table. Kermit’s eyes are wide, but not in fear. Rather, it was disbelief. You bathe him in the liquid that eases all his ailments and approach the bed.

“How do you feel?” You know the answer.

His answer is breathy, his chest heaving and bare. “Incredible. That was- fuck…” A smile grows on his face and he laughs. “You’re amazing!”

You continue to feel him, easing his body and his mind back into real life. This can be overwhelming for humans, so you don’t want to just withdraw.

“Do you want to forget?” You ask him. “All of this. I can erase for you if you’d-”

“N-no!” Kermit gasps sitting up, reaching out to hold a soothing tentacle to his inflated belly. “I don’t ever wanna forget this.”

The sounds from upstairs signal the others are done with their experiments, so it’s time for you to be done with yours. Slowly, you pull away. 

“Dress.”

He hesitates. “And I won’t forget?”

“No, you won’t.”

He nods, standing and picking up his kaki's and putting them o- oh he wasn’t wearing underwear when you took him. Okay. Kermit opens his mouth and closes it a few times. You know what he wants to ask.

“Yes, you will see me again. The friend with you, she is a regular visitor.” Something inside you swelled with pride, happy to know he wanted to be with you more in this imitate way. You felt the same as him. All the humans you’d been, studying their sexual behaviors and biological responses, and none stuck you the way he did.

A bright smile spreads across his face. “"n will it be as fun as this?”

You find yourself matching his smile. He was a special one, and you’d be seeing him again soon. “Yes, Kermit. It can be like this every time.”

Thank you sooooo much for reading this experimental piece of mine!!!! Ive never really done monster fuking. closest ive written was paranormal with ghost!joel.

Please consider reblogging bc theres not gonna be people looking this character up lmfaoooooo

Comments mean the world to me

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[aventurineswife]

Stealing Moments from Time

Summary: When Ekko decides to use his Zero Drive to craft the "perfect" day for you, things don’t go entirely as planned. Between chaotic time travel mishaps, watery disasters, and a rooftop confession, you realize that imperfection might be what makes everything perfect after all.

Tags: Ekko x Reader, Fluff, Crack fic, Time Travel Shenanigans, Banter, Rooftop Confessions, Found Family Vibes, Light Angst (Happy Ending), Humor.

Warnings: Mild language, Brief mention of getting wet/messy (falling into water), Ekko being a lovable dork, Reader teasing Ekko.

You squinted at the contraption on Ekko’s workbench, tilting your head as if a different angle might make it less intimidating. “Okay, so you’re telling me this thing can reverse time?”

Ekko grinned, leaning casually on the edge of the bench, his goggles perched on his forehead. “Not just reverse time, perfectly recalibrate it. It’s a work of genius, really. I mean, look who made it.” He gestured to himself, smug as ever.

You folded your arms, raising a skeptical brow. “Right. Because last time you tested it, you didn’t accidentally erase three hours and get stuck reliving Vi slapping you on repeat.”

His grin faltered for a second, but he quickly masked it with a laugh. “That was… a minor calibration issue.”

You snorted. “Minor. Sure. So, what’s the big plan now, Dr. Clockwork? More experiments?”

“Not exactly,” Ekko replied, his tone turning softer. He straightened and stepped closer, rubbing the back of his neck. “Actually, I was thinking I could, uh, use it for something else today.”

Your teasing expression melted. “Oh? Like what?”

Ekko hesitated, his hands fidgeting with his work gloves. “I thought maybe we could… hang out? Somewhere that isn’t the workshop or a battle zone. Y’know, like normal people.”

“Normal people don’t time travel for fun, Ekko,” you quipped, but your heart fluttered at his sudden nervousness. He wasn’t usually like this—so unsure of himself.

“Yeah, but normal’s boring, isn’t it?” He finally met your gaze, his usual cocky smirk making a triumphant return. “So what do you say? I can use the Zero Drive to make sure our day’s absolutely perfect. No awkward moments, no bad jokes—”

“Wait, you think your jokes are bad?” you interrupted, feigning shock.

“Focus!” He grabbed your shoulders gently, shaking you with mock urgency. “I’m trying to be romantic here!”

You burst into laughter, swatting his hands away. “Alright, fine, time boy. Where are we going?”

Ekko beamed, grabbing his goggles and securing them over his eyes. “You’ll see. Just trust me.”

Ten minutes later, you were both soaked, standing ankle-deep in the murky water of Zaun’s lower levels.

“Trust me, he says,” you muttered, glaring at Ekko as water dripped from your hair. “It’ll be fun, he says.”

“Okay, in my defense,” Ekko started, holding his hands up in surrender, “this wasn’t supposed to happen. The platform was stable a second ago!”

“Sure it was,” you deadpanned, wringing out the hem of your jacket.

“Alright, alright,” Ekko said, fiddling with the Zero Drive on his wrist. “I’ll fix it. Just give me one sec.”

He pressed a button, and a blue glow surrounded him. With a flash, he disappeared—and a second later, the platform reappeared, solid and dry.

“See?” Ekko said, grinning as he popped back into existence. “Problem solved!”

You blinked. “Uh, not quite.”

He frowned. “What do you—”

A loud splash interrupted him as you shoved him off the platform and into the water.

Ekko resurfaced with a gasp, his goggles askew. “Oh, you’re dead,” he growled, but the laugh bubbling in his throat betrayed him.

“Catch me if you can, time wizard!” you shouted, already running up the rickety staircase.

Ekko grinned, shaking his head. “Oh, it’s on.”

The rest of the day was a chaotic blur of laughter, near-misses, and Ekko occasionally rewinding time to avoid disaster. By the end of it, you were both sprawled out on a rooftop, watching the lights of Piltover twinkle above.

“That,” you said between breaths, “was the most fun I’ve had in… forever.”

Ekko turned to you, his eyes soft. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you said, smiling. “But next time, no time travel, okay? Just us.”

Ekko chuckled, resting his head on his arms. “Deal. But only if you promise to stop shoving me into gross water.”

“No promises,” you teased, leaning closer.

He smirked, reaching up to flick your forehead lightly. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it.”

“Yeah,” Ekko said quietly, his voice losing its usual bravado. “Yeah, I do.”

Your cheeks flushed, but before you could reply, he spoke again.

“Now, uh, don’t make this awkward, but I may have rewound this moment a couple of times to get it right,” he admitted sheepishly.

You stared at him, wide-eyed. “Ekko!”

“What?!”

“That’s so cheating!”

“Hey, I told you, I wanted it to be perfect!”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands, but you couldn’t hide your smile. “You’re lucky you’re cute, time boy.”

Ekko grinned. “Yeah, I know.”

And for once, you let him have the last word.

[only-lonely-star]

hi! i am not sure if I asked, but can you please write a johnny story! anthin will be nice! something fluffy and maybe a tiny bit spicy♥︎♥︎

thank you :D

⁠ ⁠♡ Best Dressed ⁠♡

Johnny Cade x Girlfriend

Warnings: Spice level is 0.001%. This is fluff!

Summary: Johnny can’t find Reader a cute piece of clothing to save his LIFE.

Author’s Note: This one is very short and sweet, but super fluffy. This has been a WIP for months because I had a hard time trying to end it lmao. Enjoy! 💕

Word Count: 792.

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Shirt after shirt, each one wound up in a heap of colorful fabrics splayed over Johnny’s arms. Agreeing to go shopping with you would be his biggest regret yet. He sighed and leaned against the door to the fitting room, his arms now sore. He watched as you grimaced at the pale blue sweater you tried on just moments ago. “Is that the one?” he asked hopefully.

“Well, do you think it makes me look washed out?” you asked, modeling the piece for him with your back to the mirror.

“No, no- you look amazing,” he assured with a nod, keeping his gaze on your face and up. He didn’t even bother to look at the sweater, too afraid to hurt your feelings with the truth.

“Johnny, you didn’t even look-! You know what- never mind. It’s itchy anyway,” you grumbled. Getting all worked up over a sweater this uncomfortable was pointless. Pulling on the sleeves and running it over your head, you yanked it off quickly.

Johnny picked up a dark red polo from his arms, one that was fitted around the arms and chest. He held it up as if imagining it over your body. “Try that,” he smiled, proud of himself for being helpful. “I think it’ll look good on you.”

You didn’t have much more shopping energy left. It was overstimulating to feel this many textures and fabrics in such a short time. Considering Johnny had a few outfits on constant rotation, you didn’t give the polo much credit. You let out a groan, reaching for the shirt. “This has to be the one. I’m putting a hell of a lot of trust in you, Johnny,” you chided.

He only shrugged, fully sliding his back down the door to sit and wait for you. “I like red,” he said sheepishly, sinking further into the pile of clothes he held tightly.

“I bet you do,” you mumbled, stretching the neckline before pulling his choice of clothing over your body. It was too tight- uncomfortably tight.

Johnny looked up at you through fallen strands of hair that hung messily over his forehead. He kept his mouth closed, waiting to hear your opinion so that he could agree with whichever route that may take.

“I look…” You began, sizing yourself up in the mirror with a flicker of hope in your eyes. “No- I look like I’m going to school. I don’t like it.”

Johnny groaned, banging his head against the door to poke fun at you. “My arms hurt, come onnnn.”

You tore the shirt off with a quick swipe and discarded it onto the dressing room floor. “Hand me that white thing,” you pointed to an item buried towards the bottom of the pile of clothes Johnny held.

He tugged on it, a few shirts falling from the top. “This? What is that, a skirt?” he questioned.

You nodded, taking it and uttering a small ‘thank you’. You pulled the plaid skirt off your body, kicking it off completely with your foot.

Johnny couldn’t bear to take his eyes off you. Knowing you were so casual with undressing in front of him like that further proved you were comfortable with him. He liked that. A lot. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his gaze as respectful as he could.

Realizing you were putting on a bit of a show, you turned around and placed the skirt over your lower half. “Turn around, this ain’t no peep show,” you teased, redirecting his eyes to the corner of the dressing room.

Johnny buried his face in his knees, mumbling a slew of words you knew could only mean he was flustered.

The skirt fit like a glove, shaping your waist and hips perfectly. It wasn’t often you found such a fitting skirt that felt gentle against your skin. A quiet gasp fell from your lips, a look of admiration found within your eyes. “Johnny, this is it!” you gushed happily.

He lifted his head slowly, his eyes darting straight for your lower half. He nodded vigorously, chewing the inside of his cheek. Johnny’s hands ached to feel the curves of your body. The ones he had fallen in love with all those months ago. The ones he often held onto in moments of desperation for your love. The skirt was perfect on you, no doubt about it. “You look beautiful, baby. I love it.” Johnny caved in and stood, the mountain of clothing in his arms falling onto his black, worn-out Converse. Within record time, he pulled you into closer proximity by your hips and kissed you stupid. Allowing a hand to feel its way up your skirt, you couldn’t be happier. Johnny made you feel like the most beautiful girl.

Thank you for reading!! 💋💋

-Sophia 🫶🏼

[heavenlyraindrops]

Can I request a bit of lucifer x reader where reader is a new resident at the hotel but also extremely powerful like could almost be an overlord if they wanted but are shy/hate people so they try to just keep to themselves and be as quiet as possible but end up in a forced proximity situation with the king of hell himself (who they have a horrible crush on) and something pushes them over the edge we get some fluffy confessions but also a bit of dry humping (I liked your pervious story with it) and afterwards they realize being tangled up with Lucifer himself probably isn't going to keep them out of the spotlight but oh well? (I hope this isn't too much you said the more specifics the better and works got me to burned out to write it myself )

ʟᴜᴄɪꜰᴇʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ- “ꜱᴛᴜᴄᴋ” ——> word count: 3.5k

Warnings: drinking, tiny mention of blood/violence, sexual content, dry humping, forced proximity

hiii anon tysm for the ask I love it, it’s perfectly specific and I had sm fun writing this ! I’m not too good with fluff but I tried my best, I hope you like it!

You didn’t want to be an overlord.

Despite your monumental power- it was just too much. The other overlords scared you, and you despised the attention. 

Instead of choosing any overlord-ish career endeavours, you’d opted to help Charlie, your friend, with her hotel. It was better, it was easier, especially much more than having to mingle with power-hungry demons. And Charlie herself was charming enough to make working with her seem attractive enough. 

“[name], I’m so happy you’ve decided to help me,” she beamed, clutching your hands, eyes sparkling. And as she hugged you fiercely you realized with a rush of warmth that it was worth it.

Vaggie nodded behind her, yet her eyes held apprehension as she swept her gaze up and down you. “We need all the help we can get,” she said tersely. You nodded wordlessly. Charlie turned to look at her. 

“Believe me, Vaggie, she’ll be a great addition.” She hugged you again, sideways. “[name] here just happens to be super powerful! It’ll be really useful to have them around.” You flushed bashfully at the praise. 

Vaggie nodded and smiled stiffly.  

Over time you’d made it your mission to get Vaggie to like you. Need help moving these boxes? Telekinesis. Loan sharks bothering the hotel? Incinerated. Angelic warfare? You were more than willing to paint the streets gold. And you did it, too, terrifyingly easily, without a single word spoken. You were never one to talk more than you needed to. Normally you wouldn’t, but you did it discreetly so that word wouldn’t leak that it was you, and plus, you could use Vaggie’s trust.

You sighed, placing down a box Vaggie had asked you to move as everyone crowded together in the lounge, colouring pencils and markers spilled across the floor. Charlie’s soft murmurs had ceased as she put down the phone. 

You cleared your throat, to catch her attention and focus it on your quiet voice. “Hey Vaggie. What’s in this?”

Vaggie looked up. “Books, for the library. It’s too he-“

It lifted up into the air behind you, and you stared at her blankly. She cleared her throat. 

“Right, you can do that. They belong in the library.”

You set for the door, the box trailing behind you in the air. Charlie sat up properly. “Won’t you join us, [name]?”

You nodded quickly. “I’ll just drop these off first,” you mumbled, before giving a tinkly little wave before slipping in through the door.

Sighing, you quietly made your way down the hallway towards the library. Grappling with the lock before swinging the door open, wincing as it creaked, you switched on the lights. Dust billowed up where you moved and even more as you set the box down with a thud.

“God, this storage unit so fucking tiny,” you muttered to yourself. The door fell shut.

You tried to open it but it wouldn’t budge. It was jammed. You slammed the base of your palm against the door. It took you a good few seconds of pulling and twisting until it clicked back open. 

You sighed, running your hand through your hair before going back to join the others. 

You smiled wearily in greeting, your hand throbbing as you sat down and picked up a piece of paper. It rustled in your hands. You looked around, an unspoken question.

“Mindful colouring,” Charlie replied, the tip of her tongue sticking out in concentration as she carefully coloured within the lines. Vaggie smiled softly. Your eyebrows shot up as Niffty took in a deep sniff of a Sharpie and suddenly began to shake- not that anyone paid her any mind.

“Cool,” you said, not really knowing what else to say before picking up a pen. Angel Dust shifted behind you, his paper catching your eye. 

“Angel, you can’t just draw dicks all over your sheet,” Vaggie chided.

“Sure I can, toots,” he said, scribbling down another one in bright pink marker. You sighed and scratched a few lines into your own sheet. 

“By the way,” Charlie said. “My dad’s coming tomorrow.”

Your heart seized. 

No-one noticed the look on your face as the room fell into casual conversation. Only you could feel the thrumming of your heart in the back of your throat. Heat crept up your face. 

A hand landed on your shoulder. Charlie’s concerned face appeared in your vision. “You okay, [name]?”

You struggled to dredge up words to assure her that you were, eventually stuttering out a single word.

“Y-yeah.”

She nodded, pursing her lips. You gave her a wobbly smile. The conversation resumed without you. 

Eventually night fell and the group had dispersed, aside from you, Angel and Alastor at the bar while Husk rubbed down a glass. You glanced sideways nervously at the overlord, who lifted a gloved finger. 

“Whiskey,” he ordered nonchalantly, leaning on his elbow as he flicked his hand at Husk- who rolled his eyes and grumbled. You hunched over your hands as you quietly requested a drink, before Angel made his own order.

“So, dear.” Alastor’s glass clinked as he set it down on the counter, smile widening as his eyes fixed onto you. “You’re quite powerful, [name].”

You shrugged, taking a gulp of your drink, figuring you’d need it to get through the conversation anyways. It burned the back of your throat, bitter and woozy. “I guess so.” Alcohol had always managed to loosen your tongue. Angel and Husk fell into conversation on the other end of the bar. Alastor leaned closer.

“Then why don’t you become an overlord, darling? You could seize half of the Pride ring with that power. We’d work wonderfully together.” His eyes sparked with excitement. You pulled away.

“Don’t wanna,” you said bluntly, turning back to your drink. You heard him huff lightly, yet the smile never left. 

“Why not?” Radio static buzzed in your ears.

“I can’t. I just can’t. Being well-known…dealing with other overlords and sinners and even royalty…” you threw your hands into the air. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Al, but I’m not exactly a people person.” You threw back your head and took another gulp. “I’d rather live without the attention on me.”

He gave a low chuckle, tracing the rim of his glass. “Oh, but there already is. Despite keeping to yourself, and hiding who exactly you are, you haven’t exactly made an effort to hide your abilities. Not from us, anyways.”

“And I have no obligation to,” you slurred. “I’m content with what I have.”

He seemed to be thoughtful for a moment, finger still tracing patterns against his glass. Then he sighed. “Fair enough, dear.” You blinked, surprised as he patted your shoulder. “If you ever change your mind, you may consider me and Rosie allies.” 

With that offer he stood up, dusting down his coat and emptying his glass. He nodded curtly. “Farewell.”

And then he left. 

Angel Dust’s arms were around you within moments, his chest floof pressed against your back. You giggled a little, ticklish. 

“Hey, toots. What was Smiles talkin’ about?” He released you, spinning your stool around so that you faced him. Husk had moved towards you two as well. 

“Just asked me why I wasn’t an overlord,” you mumbled. They both looked at you expectantly. “No, I’m not explaining. I’m sick of it. I just don’t wanna.” You sighed and slumped onto the bar counter, almost knocking your drink over before Husk steadied it.

“That’s fair,” he said gruffly. Angel Dust shifted behind you.

“If you’re not drinking that, then I will.” His hand reached for your glass.

“Take it,” you mumbled. He did.

Husk had disappeared to mind his own business, leaving you and Angel to talk. You could feel his smirk burn into your back, and turned to look at him. “What?”

“So, I’ve been noticin’ something…” he leaned his elbows on the counter, placing another hand on his hip, as his smirk widened.

“Uh huh,” you said, not sure where this was going. 

“And whenever someone mentions him, or he shows up…Don’t think I didn’t notice the look on your face during Charlie’s little bonding thing.”

You swallowed, throat dry. “Who’s he?”

Angel waved his hands around animatedly. “Devil Daddy. Short King. Ya know.”

“Did you just call him ‘Devil Daddy?’”

“Yeah, I did,” he said proudly, giving you a bold stare. You sighed and ran your hands through your hair, and with your growing silence his smirk split into a grin.

“You’re not denyin’ it.”

“Denying what?” You spread your hands in front of you, exasperated. He rolled your eyes.

“You got a crush, toots.”

You pressed your lips together.

He jabbed a finger at your chest. “See? Y’ain’t denyin’ it!”

“Yeah, maybe I do.” Your words seared through your throat and tore from your lips, face burning with embarrassment. “What’s it to you?” 

He snorted. “Can’t wait to see him tomorrow, huh?”

“No,” you squeaked. He chuckled with triumph, ruffling your air.

“Good luck, toots.”

“Thanks,” you muttered.

-

You groaned, stirring in your sheets as the red light peeked in through the curtains. Niffty was jumping on you, knocking the breath out of you as she landed on your chest. She pulled away, face inches from yours, hair tickling your cheeks. 

The words came out in a jumbled, hysterical mess. “Wake up! The bad boy’s here and he’s been here for an hour and you’ve just been sleeping!” 

You tore Niffty and the bedsheets off of you before scrambling to get yourself ready as she scurried out. 

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck,” you muttered under your breath as you tried to fix your hair and stripped yourself of your clothes, stepping into the shower. You tugged a comb through your wet hair and quickly rummaged around for clothes- and all the while your heart thrashed against your ribcage at the thought of seeing Lucifer. 

A few minutes later and you’d managed to make yourself presentable. You sucked in a breath, smoothing your hands down over your stomach to fix your clothes, and then stalked down the stairs. 

Charlie looked up, blonde hair falling over her shoulders. You tried not to look at the man sitting next to her. 

“Hey, [name]!” She waved and then gestured to Lucifer. “My dad’s here!”

Your eyes shifted to him and immediately burned again- his sleeves were up, coat and hat off. His blond hair was slightly tousled in that perfectly messy way- you tore your eyes away from him after giving him a small smile and back to Charlie. 

“Sorry I slept in. I must have had too much to drink last night.” 

Charlie smiled, waving her hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about it.” 

You smiled nervously, feeling Lucifer’s gaze burning through you. Charlie waved you over next to her. You sat down awkwardly, knotting your fingers together in your lap. 

“I’ll just go get a drink of water,” she said quickly, shuffling off. “I’ll be right back.” You and Lucifer both nodded. He turned to you.

“So,” he said. The air burned with awkwardness. “You look- you look nice today.”

Heat flooded your entire body. “Really? Thanks.” You looked away, unable to find the courage to compliment him back. “I mean, I only woke up less than ten minutes ago,” you chuckled nervously. He laughed.

“You seem to have a talent for looking effortlessly beautiful, then.”

Was he flirting with you?

Before you could answer with an absolute stuttering mess of word vomit, Charlie tottered back. “So anyways,” she said, turning back to her father and continuing their previous conversation. “We’re making a library. [name]’s helping with it.”

“Really?” He balanced his elbow on the side of the seat, his eyes fixing onto you. Your face burned. 

“I- yeah, I am.”

He chuckled at your answer, then his eyes flicked between you, Charlie, then you again. Charlie piped up. “How about you show him, [name]?” She grabbed you both my the arm and ushered you to the door.

“Oh, it’s not really- it’s not really ready-

“It’s fine!” She waved you away. You and Lucifer stared at each other. You could see him swallow, then grin and flick his head at the door.

“Go on, then. Show me.”

You briskly walked down the hallway, feeling his presence behind you as you began rambling. “Well. The bigger room is where we’ll eventually have the library but we’re keeping all the stuff in this smaller room right now, well actually the stuff was already there except we’re just moving it now so-“

“You can show me both,” he murmured as you stopped outside a door, breath hot on your nape. You flinched at his closeness and opened the door. 

He glanced inside. “It’s quite…empty.”

“Like I said.”

“I guess so. Other room, then?”

“Sure.” You turned. “It’s just a storage unit, though. There’s books, bookshelves, lights and decorations and stuff.” 

He hummed as you opened the door.

“Wow,” he said, stepping into the dark room after you. “How do you even move around in here?” Something clinked and the clutter shifted, before he almost tripped over a box and into you. 

“I don’t know,” you said, with a light huff of laughter as he grabbed your arms to steady himself. The places where his fingertips pressed into your arm burned. The door swung shut.

The room flooded in darkness. You flinched, Lucifer’s yellow eyes glowing at you, cutting through the shadows and you laughed nervously, shuffling around the mess to reach for the door handle. Your hand closed around cool metal, and you tugged. 

It wouldn’t budge.

You tugged again, and it took a few moments of you grappling with the handle for Lucifer to come over and try it himself. He stood behind you, reaching past your arm to-

CRASH!

You let out a small yelp as you were immediately pressed against the door, Lucifer being thrust up against you. Your forehead knocked against the wall and your head spun. 

“Fuck,” he cursed behind you, breath skimming across your shoulder. You shuddered. “Something fell and I-“ he squirmed, “I can’t move.” Your eyes fell to his palm, splayed out on the wall above you to steady himself. 

You parted your lips but no sound came out for a few moments, until you forced yourself to speak. “It’s okay. Do you have a phone?”

Silence. Then: “No. I left it in the other-“

“Yeah. Me too.”

You both fell silent, and it began to gnaw at you so you scrabbled at the wall, looking for the light. You searched for at least five minutes but couldn’t find it. Your hand fell back to your side.

“Can you turn around?” Lucifer muttered. “This feels…this is kind of weird-“

“Yeah, yeah,” you said hastily, voice breathless as you shimmied to the side so you could turn around, your back to the wall instead. You bit your lip as you looked at him, a blond lock of hair falling in front of his eyes. His breath was warm on your lips. 

“I feel like this isn’t much better.” 

“I guess not,” you laughed nervously. He started to look anxious so you awkwardly patted his shoulder.

“They’ll find us,” you reassured him. “They’ll realize we’re gone and they’ll come looking.”

His lips twisted into a wry grin. “I hope so.” 

You could feel his heartbeat thrumming against your chest. You tried to look everywhere except him, but the closeness wasn’t exactly helping- his eyes searched your face, expression dropping. 

“Hey, [name], I- I know that this isn’t the ideal position to be in, and that you’d rather be anywhere else than stuck with me right now, but-“

“That’s not true,” you said quickly, then pressed your lips shut as he looked at you in surprise. “You’re… you’re nice.”

“I- really?” He chuckled nervously. “I mean- I always thought you hated me.”

You blanched. “What? No, that’s-“ your face grew hot at the look on his face, and your gaze dropped downwards. “What makes you think that?”

“Well, you don’t really talk to me that much is all.” He licked his lips nervously. “I mean, you don’t talk much but- me, it’s like you’re specifically avoiding me. So I just assumed.” 

You stared at him for a moment. “That’s far from the truth.”

He gave a low, quiet laugh, nerves eased. “What’s that meant to mean?” 

“I like you,” you blurted out. The stunned look on his face seemed to slow down time. You swallowed and then turned away, not that it would get you anywhere away from him- he seemed to have pressed even closer to you- flush up against your body. Or it could have just been your imagination. 

“Well, I’m glad,” came the relieved reply.

“N-no, I mean, I like like you. Romantically.”

Silence.

Fuck. You should have just not said anything and-

“I’m still glad.”

Your eyes flicked to him. “Huh?”

“I like you to, [name].” He grinned. “I like like you. Romantically.” 

The air around the two of you felt like it was burning, oxygen sucking out of your lungs as your knees buckled. This had to be some sort of fever dream. “Really?” Your voice sounded weak to your own ears. He drew closer, humming. 

His lips met yours. 

Heat pooled under your stomach as he pushed you roughly against the door, lips moving in time with his as you snaked your hands around his shoulders and dug your fingers into his hair. He pulled away, face flushed. 

“Sorry,” he murmured. “I should have asked.”

“It’s fine.” A smile danced along your lips. “I liked it.” His hands fell down to your waist, then hips, pulling you closer. Your core brushed against his, and you flinched, but he didn’t notice as he buried his head into your shoulder in an embrace. 

“This is nice,” he muttered, and you hummed. “I’m glad- this sounds selfish, but I’m glad that we got stuck in here.” He laughed, a beautiful sound. 

“Really? Exactly how long have you had eyes for me, my king?” You teased, newfound confidence born from how comfortable the vibe had gotten. He shivered at the title you’d called him by. 

“Since I saw you help Charlie with those loan sharks.”

“So…when I commit an act of violence?”

“Hush. Don’t question it.”

You squirmed a little, trying to get into a comfortable position, and he stiffened. “Don’t do that,” he muttered. You did it again and he sucked in a sharp breath. 

“Don’t do what?”

He didn’t say anything, instead opting to hide his face from you. “Lucifer?”

You felt something press up against your abdomen. 

You flushed heavily, then chewed on your lip, wondering if you should drop it or toy with him. Your own desire flooded you at the thought. You tapped his shoulder. “Kiss me again?” You mumbled. He glanced at you, not knowing whether you’d noticed or not. 

“Anything you ask of me,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over your lip before pressing his lips to yours.

You ran your hands through his hair again, and just as he was about to pull away you sharply tugged him back in, pressing your crotch against his. You could feel his breath hitch. “[name], what are you doing?”

“Nothing,” you said innocently, grinding slowly. His face flushed as you felt him harden, and suddenly you were burning too. “What do you think I’m doing?”

He didn’t answer, instead immediately diving in for another kiss and catching you off guard. His tongue swiped across your lips, which didn’t part, until his hand snaked its way up to your collarbone, wrapping around your neck and pressing gently at the base of your throat. You gasped, and his tongue slipped in, making you shudder. 

“Lucifer,” you gasped as he pulled away, hips rolling into his, desperate for friction against your cunt, which was already drenched. He peppered kisses down your jaw and collarbone, hands falling back to your hips and pushing you back up against him.

“Fuck,” he grunted, a languid grind of his hips against yours making you throb. He latched his lips back to your neck, leaving a hickey. You whimpered as his hands smoothed up your sides, thumbs worming their way under the hem of your shirt and holding you steady by the waist as he continued his desperate humping against you. Your core pulsed, drawing closer to the edge-

Suddenly he pulled away, running his hands through his already mussed hair. “What?” You asked breathlessly, anxiety spooling in your stomach. “Did I do something wrong?”

He shook his head, then bit his lip and grinned. “The opposite, actually.” He reached behind you. The handle clicked, air buzzing with magic. You stared at him, finding it even harder to ignore the throbbing in between your legs.

“You could do that this whole time, couldn’t you?”  You accused. He arched a brow and you flushed. 

“Don’t act like you couldn’t either,” he winked before kicking the door open. His hand closed around your wrist. 

You huffed, face burning as you realized- getting tangled up with him wasn’t the best idea if you wanted to avoid attention like you’d told Alastor. But the pleasure you were feeling told you that you didn’t care. 

He turned to you. You flushed. 

“Now. Where’s your room?”

[the-au-collector]

Central Room Part 3 Thoughts

Ok I just woke up but this is interesting….

This has also kind of turned into analysis and predictions so…

Sky and Twilight

Not a bad group! Surprising given Time’s last conversation with Wars but not horrible! I don’t see much conflict between the two of them personally, feel like it’ll be smooth sailing (minus Twi probably throwing himself into Situations because of his missing strength)

I do think this is a “safe” option for Time: Twi is in another group, keeping them from fighting and Time from potentially compromising their group because of his own anxiety. And we know Time and Sky already don’t really get along. There’s tension, let’s just say. But I think Time putting Sky with Twilight still shows he trusts Sky as a warrior though he knows their own ideals (Time and Sky’s that is) conflict a lot.

Wild and Wars:

Hoo boy! The newbies. That… that’s a surprise. I’d thought for sure Legend or Wind or Hyrule would be with one of them at the least. Or both. That said, eeeek. Even Wind’s seeing it in this panel! We have Mr. “Freest Play-Style Ever” with Mr. (arguably) “Most Limited Play” (this is coming from Age of Calamity’s gameplay as I’ve never played base Hyrule Warriors, but it’s pretty limited. You have objectives you need to get to, things you need to do, with a very limited stage and rather limited gameplay once you’re out in the field).

In LU, though, we also have Wars and Wild butting hands as Wild very much does what he wants, but Wars is trying to reign him back in. And Warriors being a captain and Wild’s lost past… I can see a lot of conflict brewing between the two of them.

That said I can also see a lot of fire. Remember what Wars and Hyrule did to the monsters earlier in the comic? And, well, Wild has a nigh unlimited stock of bombs.

Legend and Hyrule:

Surprising but not unwelcome. Understandable that they need to get their stuff back, but I can’t help but think that they’re going to have a little trouble adjusting to working in groups. Hyrule, as we’ve seen and others have pointed out, has a mind of his own and keeps forgetting he’s not the only one there. Legend is the expert. I can imagine this lack of awareness of Hyrule could begin to frustrate him because he knows how to do this, just let him do this! Or Legend, on the other hand, begins leading and just doing without Hyrule’s input. I can see this going a lot of ways and I’m excited for it!

Time, Wind, and Four:

Perfectly fine. I don’t have much other than I can see Time taking out his nervous energy on keeping the two of them safe, especially Wind, which could cause conflict. I cant help but feel like Four might start taking the lead, or at least giving lots of advice since he knows how to do this in a team. Wind, I feel, is going to run ahead or maybe try to shoulder a lot alone since Time is his predecessor.

I think some of these groups also show Time… isn’t as used to leading as Wars. The newbies together? That will be entertaining for us, for sure, but in-universe I don’t know if Time entirely thought that through…

I can’t wait to see everyone split up! I know I keep talking about potential conflict but things have been feeling tense lately in these updates so I can’t wait to see it.

Credit to @linkeduniverse for central room part 3!

[puck-luck]

finish line | trevor zegras

warnings: protected p in v, fingering, loss of virginity, dirtyish talk during sex, praise kink ish, allusion to trevor liking the reader's stomach for.... unidentified reasons pairing: trevor zegras x inexperienced!reader wc: 3810

You’re ready. You’ve been with Trevor for months now, working through your inexperience together. He’s eaten you out, fingered you, fucked you with the toy that he bought for you, and made you come countless times. The idea of being intimate with him doesn’t spark anxiety anymore– instead, it just sparks excitement. 

That’s how you know that it’s time– when Trevor gets back from this roadie, you’re going to tell him. You can practically see his face now: it’ll light up with his silly smile that takes over all of his features and he’ll probably jump you immediately, trying to touch every inch of your skin. 

You really love how much Trevor loves you. He’s been so patient and great on this journey, staying by your side in ways that your other boyfriends have not. They would often grow tired of waiting and they’d leave. Sometimes, they’d pressure you a bit before they left, deciding that they would only stay if things sped up.

But Trevor has been perfect. He treats every development like it deserves a party. He reassures you after each new act, twirling your hair around his finger and keeping another hand on you for hours while you talk about the encounter, making sure it was everything you wanted. He would make sure he didn’t go too far and double-check that you had felt good, further reminding you why he was the best boyfriend you’d ever had.

You trust him completely. It’s time. You want him to fuck you. You want him to take your virginity.

As special as the night is for you, Trevor has experienced it before. You know he’ll take extra care and treasure the night because it’s your first time, but you want it to be special for him, too. You want him to experience a first. 

There’s one thing that Trevor told you he’s always wanted to experience. He’s fantasized about it before, but no girlfriend has ever fulfilled the fantasy– he wants his girlfriend to wear his jersey while he fucks her. He’s tried to explain it to you before and you kind of understand why he likes the idea, but you honestly think it’s a little too on the nose. 

For so long, Trevor’s identity has been tied to hockey. He shouldn’t derive extra pleasure from seeing his girlfriend in his jersey, like the entire reason she’s with him is so that she can be with a famous hockey player. That’s not why you’re dating Trevor– you’re dating him because he’s a good person. You’re dating him because you like him. His career is entirely independent of that.

However, you can’t deny the other aspect of his explanation. He wants to see his name written across your back. He wants to have a claim over you– not in a hostile, over-possessive, jealous way, but in the sense that he wants you to be his. He wants that reminder. 

It does send a thrill up your spine. You’re bound to Trevor already, having dated him for so long and gone so far with him already, but it’s sweet that he wants the reminder that you’re his. You want to wear his name, just like how you want to stay with him as long as he’ll let you. You would be perfectly content if Trevor was the person you ended up spending the rest of your life with.

Which is why you’re waiting for him to walk through his bedroom door. He texted you that the team had landed at LAX a little while ago, so he’s definitely on the way home. He’ll probably want to collapse in bed after a long flight, but you can think of a better form of relaxation for him. He’ll be happier to do this than to sleep– and, honestly, you’re aching to get it over with.

After deciding that you were ready and committing to the jersey idea, you just became impatient. You want to have sex with Trevor, obviously, but you hate waiting. You’ve shed everything except his jersey just to make everything easier, to make it so you can’t prolong the waiting and back out. He’s too close to home and you can’t bear the idea of him catching you changing out of his jersey, so you’re stuck on the bed.

It is literally now or never. You are determined to make sure that it is now rather than never. You want to do this. You keep repeating that in your head, reminding yourself that this is a good thing and something that you’re doing because you want to– not because you feel pressured. It’s anxiety inducing, losing your virginity after so long, but you’re building it up in your head. You’re causing your own anxiety.

Your final chance to back out comes and goes once Trevor opens the front door and slams it behind him.

“Baby?” Trevor calls. “Are you here?”

“Yeah, I’m– I’m in the bedroom,” you reply, fluffing the pillow on your lap that you were hugging. You’re sitting cross-legged on the bed, under the covers, and you’re positively drowning in Trevor’s black jersey. It’s built to fit him while he has his pads on, and you’re already smaller than Trevor when he’s not wearing his pads.

You hear him approach as he walks down the hallway, stepping in time with the beating of your heart, and the bedroom door creaks the rest of the way open. Trevor is smiling, mid-way through a yawn. His mouth snaps shut and his eyes widen when he sees what you’re wearing.

He recovers well, walking up to the bed and hopping up. “Hi,” Trevor greets, smothering you with a series of kisses and raspberries along your face and neck. “You missed me so much that you put on my jersey?”

He digs his fingers into your sides and tickles you, making you laugh and fall back against the wall of pillows on the headboard. Trevor kicks off his shoes and lifts the covers, joining you underneath. 

“I thought I could satisfy a first for you,” you tell him, grabbing his hands and holding them tightly so he can’t tickle you anymore. You bring your face closer to his, ghosting over his lips before continuing. “Because I was thinking that you’ve helped me so much and I want to reward you.”

Trevor’s eyes gleam with excitement and he leans in to give you a chaste kiss. “You’re so sweet to me,” he says. 

“And you’re so patient with me,” you reply. “You’ve been so great, waiting until I’m ready. I think I’m ready, Trev.” You kiss him again, pecking his lips after you finish your sentence. 

“You’re ready,” Trevor repeats. “For…?” He tilts his head down, looking at you with wide eyes. He knows what you’re asking, but he trails off to make you explicitly say it.

You roll your eyes. “I’m ready for you to deflower me, Trevor.” Over the previous few months, the phrase had become an inside joke between the two of you, with Trevor giggling about how cliché the phrase was and using it to annoy you as often as he could. 

“Let’s fucking go, dude,” Trevor cheers, lifting his hand to give you a high-five. “I’m proud of you.”

“That’s so unromantic,” you groan, reaching up to high-five him anyway. You glare at him and sulk a bit, but Trevor just laughs and leans in to suck a hickey on your neck.

“Since when do you and I care so much about romance?” Trevor teases. “Need me to go buy some rose petals and sprinkle them on the comforter?”

“Ugh, don’t make fun of me,” you chastise, tilting your head to the side so Trevor has more access to your neck. 

“‘M not,” he denies, kissing up and down your neck over and over. “I’m offering.”

“I don’t want all that,” you say. “I’ve been waiting and I just want to get this over with.”

Trevor frowns at that. “Terrible mindset, baby. We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. I don’t want you to feel like losing your virginity is a chore you have to do just to do it.”

With a mixture between a groan and a growl, you pull Trevor up to face you by his hair. “It’s not that either. I want to do this and I’m ready to have sex with you. I’m just a little nervous.”

Trevor kisses you, then pulls back. He cups your face in his palms, leaning to press his forehead against yours. “We’ll go slow and you can tell me when you’re ready to stop, yeah?”

“I like how that sounds,” you agree, taking one of his hands and leading it down your body.

“Oh, shall I finger you?” Trevor laughs, allowing you to pull him down. “Is that what you want?”

You don’t reply, just dropping his hand when it reaches the hem of his jersey. You pull him in for a deep kiss, allowing Trevor to take control of the pace. 

He presses his palm against your stomach, petting over the curve of your tummy that he’s so fond of. You’ve started to wonder if his love for your stomach has a reason behind it, but you’re not going to bring it up just yet. One thing at a time. 

Trevor’s hand finally makes its way lower, your lips still moving against his without pause, and he groans in appreciation when he realizes that you’re not wearing anything underneath his jersey. 

“Dirty,” Trevor says, cheeky. He draws his fingers through your folds, collecting the wet slick on his fingers. “Did you open yourself for me, too?”

“No, Trevor,” you refute, an eye roll imminent until Trevor surprises you by burying a finger in your cunt. 

“Mm, you wanted me to have all the fun.” Trevor curls his finger inside of you, tracing the ridges and valleys of your walls with the pad of his finger. 

He feels you out for a while, drawing moans from your lips and rewarding you with kisses. Trevor’s pace relaxes you– he’s slow, yes, but he’s making sure you still derive pleasure from the actions. It isn’t long before he adds a second finger, then a third. He’s worked up to this many before, even prodding his pinkie at your entrance just to see if you could take it, and you’re a mess every time.

You’re practically begging for him to do something else, something more, in the way that Trevor has told you he loves so much. Internally, you’re cheering and complaining when Trevor pulls his fingers out and, very annoyingly, wipes them on the sheets next to you. He doesn’t even get rid of all the slick because when he touches your thigh and slides his hand up your side until he can close his fingers around your breast, he leaves a trail of the fluid against your skin.

It’s decidedly not sexy and you crinkle your nose in disgust.

Trevor kisses the look off of your face, pinching your nipple and tugging at it gently until it’s peaked and hard under his fingers. You’re moaning again, arching into his space and tugging at his shirt. He removes it, thankfully, and shoves his pants down. He’s left in his boxers and you’re left in his jersey, still– together, you almost make an outfit. Almost.

You can tell that Trevor is straining against his underwear, so you reach down to palm his length through his shorts. You feel over him, well acquainted with his dick and a big fan of its work if you do say so yourself, but you’re unable to get a good hold on Trevor’s member before he snatches your hand away.

“If you touch me, I’m going to come, and I want to come while I’m fucking you,” Trevor explains, squeezing your wrist between his fingers. His pupils are blown, likely reflecting your own gaze. 

“Then fuck me,” you reply. You sound confident and you know you’re ready. Tonight is the night. Trevor fucked you with three of his fingers, so you’re nice and open for him. You’re wearing his jersey, with his name etched across your back so that he can complete his own first. “I’m ready, Trevor. Fuck me.”

Trevor grins, looking devilish. He pushes his jersey up your body, but you stop him.

“What are you doing?” 

“Undressing you,” Trevor replies like it’s obvious.

You blink. “I thought– I thought you wanted to fuck a girl in your jersey.”

“I do,” Trevor says earnestly. He plants a kiss on your lips. “And I love that you want to do that for me. But, baby, if you think that I’m going to let you hide this beautiful body from me the first time I get my dick inside you, then you’ve got another thing coming.”

His words shouldn’t make you blush, but they do. They serve as yet another reason that Trevor is so perfect– he’s willing to sacrifice his fantasy, his own first, just because he wants to see all of you. 

You allow Trevor to pull the jersey over your head and toss it away. You watch him remove his boxers and throw them in the same direction as the jersey. 

For a second, the gravity of the situation hits you. It’s not anxiety or panic, just acknowledgement: you’re here, with Trevor, and he’s about to take your virginity. You’re about to have sex for the first time and it’s with a man that you love. You’re content. You’re glad you didn’t rush this or settle for the first guy that came your way.

You take a deep breath and lick your lips before smiling and nodding. “Whenever you’re ready.”

“Whenever I’m ready,” Trevor repeats, a laugh twisting his lips. He crowds your space, pressing his lips to yours. “My sweet, considerate girl.”

He lays you down, hovering above you. The dripping head of his cock pushes against your clit. Trevor lifts your hips and stuffs a pillow underneath them, leaning back when he’s done.

“I have a question for you,” Trevor murmurs, wiggling his eyebrows. You reach out for him, pulling him back on top of you. Trevor follows your tug easily, covering your body with his own. He flops down a bit, trapping you beneath him and crushing you into the mattress, making sure to stay in contact with you as long as possible before you start squirming and he lets up. “Remember that conversation we had in the grocery store about condoms?”

“Yeah,” you reply. 

“Good. I just wanted to say I told you so. If we hadn’t bought the condoms then, I would’ve had to run out and grab some before doing any of this,” Trevor says. He’s reaching toward the beside table, rolling off of you to finally grab the handle and pull the drawer open, digging for a foil package. He retrieves one and hands it to you. “Because I’m not fucking you for the first time bare, even though it would be super hot.”

You frown, but take the package from him, turning it over in your hands. “You’re sure you don’t want to fuck me without a condom?” You ask, really letting him mull it over. 

Trevor pecks your lips. “Baby, I’m just focused on making this good for you. I don’t want to worry about coming inside of you, too. We can talk about it later. For now, though, why don’t you put it on me?” Trevor sits back on his heels, sticking his stomach and hips out and folding his hands behind his head. 

You shake your head, laughing a little to yourself when he makes his cock jump and twitch twice as you reach for it. You truck along and grasp him on the third try, looking up and pretending to look annoyed when you’ve finally got a hold on him. You rip the foil with your teeth, having seen someone in a movie do that before, and remove the rubber from its packaging. You grimace at the feeling– it’s a little slimy from the thin layer of what you assume is lubricant. You hurry to roll the condom from his tip to his base, then you pump his cock a couple of times for fun. Again, you make a face and pull your hand away, pretending to gag at the feeling of the lube before wiping your hand across Trevor’s stomach.

“Hey!” He exclaims, catching your hand and pressing it against the bed, biting your neck as you giggle. “Bad girl,” he chastises, biting you again. 

“You wiped it on the sheets!” You reply, squirming beneath him. His cock presses against your hip, then nudges across your thigh with your movement.

“You care more about the sheets than my stomach?” Trevor accuses, his jaw dropped. He’s barely keeping it together, ready to collapse into laughter on top of you.

“I care more about getting fucked than about any of that!”

Trevor wiggles in your grasp happily, his cock finally dropping between your legs. He leans down to kiss your lips, his hands taking your calves and wrapping them around his waist. He rocks against you, prodding you, all with a little smile on his face. “Then let me help you out with that.”

He aligns himself with your core and inches in. You can feel yourself squeezing him, despite the fact that you thought you were prepped for his size. The glide isn’t easy, per se, and Trevor knows that. When you look up, he’s biting his lip in concentration and looking between your entrance and your eyes to make sure he’s not going too fast. 

He’s so attentive. 

“Kiss me,” you say, breath stuttering a bit. You’re too aware of the way he’s moving inside of you– you need a distraction. You need his mouth on yours. You need to focus on kissing him, because that you can do, and you’ve gotten pretty good at. His dick inside you is an unpracticed thing, something you’re still a little nervous about, even though it’s happening and there’s no going back. 

“Yeah,” Trevor says, already springing into action. He’s halfway through the word when his lips close around your top lip, tongue poking into your mouth.

You focus on that intrusion rather than the other. You focus on the feeling of his hair wrapped around your fingers, on the warmth coming from the skin of his bicep under your opposite palm. You feel his nose poking at the skin next to your nose, just nudging against you with each drag of his tongue across yours. 

Just like that, you relax enough for him to bury himself into your cunt. His tip reaches as far as it can, the barrier of the condom stopping him from contacting your walls himself. 

And you sit for a few deep breaths, just like that.

Trevor allows you to adjust, staying statue-still inside of you with a slight grimace. 

“What’s that face?” You ask, throat tight. 

“You’re so fucking tight,” Trevor curses, speaking through his teeth. “I knew you would be, but God, baby. I want to ruin you so bad.”

“Start moving,” you whisper, clenching your jaw. “Go slow.”

Trevor nods and obeys. He withdraws from your heat, leaving only his tip inside of you, then presses forward again. 

It’s a weird sensation, but it’s not unwelcome. There’s a little burn with the stretch of his length and the drag inside of you is… indescribable. It’s not bad at all, but it takes a minute for Trevor’s thrusts to inspire pleasure.

“You can– you can move faster,” you tell him. You lift your hips a bit and your eyelids flutter when Trevor shifts inside of you making contact with your g-spot. 

“Is that it?” Trevor asks, knocking into your g-spot again. 

“Yeah, that’s it,” you sigh, throwing your head back.

Trevor mouths over your neck, sucking at the skin. “Let me hear you, baby.”

As his thrusts speed up, your moans increase. He’s panting in your ear, grunting lowly. Trevor brings a hand to your clit and starts to circle the bundle with his fingers. You clench down, shocked by the feeling. The pleasure from your clit distracts you from the remnants of pain from Trevor’s thrusts and has you sweating beneath him. 

“Trevor,” you whine, wanton and needing him closer. You pull him down, knocking your nose against his accidentally before kissing him. He rubs your side with his other hand, comforting you. 

Your orgasm creeps up on you, driven by Trevor’s circling fingers around your clit. He had assured you that he’d do exactly this during your first time– sweet, caring, patient Trevor had done his research and realized that most women can’t come just from penetration alone. He wants to make sure you come your first time– making it as nice as possible for you.

Trevor comes first, spilling into the condom inside of you. It’s warm and you can feel his seed against the barrier of the rubber, which sets off your orgasm like a chain reaction. It’s not a new feeling for you, having experienced many orgasms with Trevor at this point in your relationship, but this is new.

He sags against you, kissing over your face and neck. “Baby,” he groans, rubbing his lips over your skin once he’s done kissing you. 

“Am I bleeding?” You ask, reaching your hand down and running your fingers against your cunt. You bring your fingers up and look at them, covered in partially clear liquid that has a mix of red in it. “Ugh. I am. Gross.” You wipe your hand on his stomach again.

“It’s normal,” Trevor replies with an eyeroll, catching your wrist and pinning it against your chest. He kisses you again. “Thank you.”

“Shouldn’t I be thanking you? You’re the one who took my virginity, after all.”

“I’m so glad you trust me. I’m thanking you for allowing me the privilege of deflowering you.”

You laugh aloud, tossing your head back. “That ruined it!”

“I had to make the joke one last time, since it’s over now,” Trevor pouts, cuddling up next to you. “I deflowered you. Past tense. Now we have to find a new joke.”

“I’m sure you’ll think of something,” you assure, tracing over the line of his nose. 

He catches your fingertip with his lips, pressing a peck to it. He pulls you close, intertwining his legs with yours. He’s half on top of you, with his thigh between your legs and one of his hands in your hair. His lips are permanently stuck to the space below your earlobe, and you’re content to stay there for as long as Trevor wants, just breathing in time with each other. 

There’s really no one else that you’d rather have experienced this journey with.

note: this is the last installment of this series. I am not a huge fan of it and I love you all dearly, but your admiration for this series cannot motivate me. I am untouchable when it comes to this series. It's not my cup o' tea. enjoy.

[yelenaslyubov]

IN THE WOODS SOMEWHERE

MAIN MASTERLIST || ISABELA MERCED || REQUESTS

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ pairing: isabela merced x fem!reader

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ warnings: SLIGHT SMUT, foreplay, fluffffff, language, bugs? and sapphic yearning for pride month ofc

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ description: you and your best friend finally get away for the weekend with each other after your busy schedules finally relax. when isabela surprises you with a camping trip, you find yourself stuck in the woods together with pent up feelings that you’ve been trying your best to keep inside.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ word count: 3.9k

It was the first weekend you had off of work since you could remember. Your schedule had been jam packed for the last couple weeks, not allowing you much time to do whatever you’d like. This was the same situation your best friend found herself in.

Isabela was the busiest girl you knew, between her long shoots and press tours that lasted months, it was few and far between when you got to spend a lot of time together. This weekend happened to work out perfectly for each of you.

Earlier that same week you received a text from Isabela stating that she had something planned for the both of you. Though she was cryptic about telling you any details, she instructed you to pack a bag. You trusted her, so you obliged.

Now, here you were, standing outside her door with your things in hand. You heard fast footsteps running towards the door before Isabela swung the door wide open.

“Finally!” She threw her arms around you and pulled you in close. No matter how much time passed, you never got tired of each other. “I was starting to think you forgot about me, babe.”

“How could I when you're a hot commodity right now,” you joked.

She pulled away a little before quickly kissing your cheek. That was the other thing about Isabela; she had no problem showing physical love. Whether that was a simple peck on the cheek or cuddling on the couch, she loved to be close to you. That made things extremely confusing from your perspective.

This was due to the fact that you had been in love with her after a couple weeks of knowing her and she was completely clueless.

“Where’s Bon Bon?”

“She’s staying with a friend for the weekend,” Isabela answered.

You smirked. “Wow, I get you all to myself for one whole weekend. What did I do to deserve that?”

“You must’ve been really good,” she said. “As much as I’d like to stand here and drool over each other, it’s the late afternoon in LA which means it’s going to take us…” Isabela looked down at the time in her watch and looked back up at you, “approximately three hours to get to our destination, so we better start moving if we want to get there before dark.”

Isabela sidestepped you to move out of the doorway to lock the door and head down to her car. The California sun was dry and hot by the time you got down to the hot pavement. You were secretly hoping that this trip would involve water at the rate that the heat was climbing.

Once you made it to her car, you walked around to the back and started to open the trunk before Isabela scolded you.

“No!” she stopped you. “Don’t open the trunk, pretty please. It’ll ruin the whole surprise.” She pouted as your hand rested on the handle of the trunk.

“Well, since you look so sad about it…”

She smiled once again and resumed putting her things in the car. “Plus, once you see it you might not let me plan anything ever again,” Isabela mumbled to herself.

“What did you say?”

“Oh, nothing! I- I was just saying that we shouldn’t travel on an empty stomach.”

You walked to the passenger’s seat and sat down. “I thought you told me we needed to get there before dark?”

“Road trip snacks don’t count. So, not only will we get there before dark, but you have me to thank for not letting you starve once we get there.”

She smiled and put the car in reverse while you rolled your eyes. “You’ve always had a way with words.”

—

Your road trip consisted of singing along to music, eating through all the food you bought at the gas station, and getting stuck in stop and go traffic until you made it out of the city. Now, there was nothing but trees and the vast road ahead of you.

“Bela, we’re in the middle of nowhere…”

“That’s kind of the point,” she said with a mischievous grin. “Just relax, babe.” She set her hand on your leg for comfort, but all it did was cause your thoughts to spiral. “We’re almost there.”

You kept your eyes fixated on the trees surrounding you, hoping to get your mind off of where you were and who you were with. You hadn’t spent this much time with Isabela in what seemed like months, let alone for this amount of time. You didn’t exactly know how you would react to the whole situation.

There were several back roads that Isabela took and you had a feeling you were getting close to your destination. The car approached a sign that read “campground.”

“Bela…”

Isabela was silent for a moment. “…Yes,” she said carefully.

“It said ‘campground.’”

“That’s crazy… I didn’t see that.” You could tell in her tone that she was walking on eggshells around you, in addition to refusing to look at you.

“Is that why you wouldn’t let me put my things in the trunk?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said sarcastically.

“Bela, I need you to tell me that there’s no camping gear in the back of your car right now.”

All it took was her big and goofy grin to fool you. You had to admit, there’s not much that you wouldn’t do for her when she gave you that smile.

“You know how I feel about camping!”

“That’s because you’ve never been! Now is a great first opportunity.”

You sighed and sat back in your seat. You weren’t necessarily upset, but you wished that you had been better prepared. You weren’t very fond of being out in nature, especially not sleeping in it.

“Please don’t be mad,” Isabela begged. “I promise I’ll make it the best trip and we’ll have the best time. I brought yummy food to make, there’s a lake, the weather is perfect, and we’re here together. If you really don’t want to, I can see if I can find a hotel that we-”

“Bela, stop,” you interrupted her. “I may not love being outside, but I love being with you.” You could see the stress leave her body with just your words, and she began to smile. “Plus, it would probably be good for me to be away from the city and put away my phone.”

“So you’re not mad?”

“No… I’m not mad,” you softly said with a smile.

“Well then let’s move this party along, it’s not going to be light for very much longer.”

Isabela started to get out of the car before you stopped her. “Wait! Are there bears around here?”

“I brought bear spray,” Isabela said while waving you off with her hand.

“You didn’t answer my question!” you yelled as Isabela ignored you and exited the car to unload everything.

By the time both of you wrestled with the tent, tried to start a fire, and set up your camp entirely, it was pitch black outside. There was nothing but the two of you and the stars as your company.

“I think that should do it!” Isabela exclaimed, then brushing her hands off against one another.

You practically crashed down into your chair to warm up by the fire. Though it had only been a couple hours, you didn’t completely hate the trip so far. You had to admit, it was nice being so far away from civilization without a care in the world. Isabela sat down next to you and warmed up as well.

“I sure hope so because unfortunately I can’t turn on the light to help you see.”

“Very funny,” Isabela mocked.

There was a comfortable silence between both of you. All that could be heard was the crickets singing in the grass, owl’s cooing in the distance, and your own breathing.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you where we were going, by the way… I just wanted it to be something special and far away; something that we could look back on and remember.”

“Oh, I don’t think there’s any denying that,” you said, making Isabela giggle. “So, tell me what’s been going on with you?”

You looked over at Isabela in anticipation. Her face was illuminated by the fire that was crackling in front of you. The flames that danced casted shadows upon her face, spiraling and bending at their own will.

Her eyes were like a warm autumn hug, catching glimpses of them every few seconds in between her eyelashes crashing down. She smelled like toasted coconut and cedar wood, which you discovered thanks to the wind that swirled in your direction.

“-So now I have a break for a few months which will be pretty nice, until I start shooting the next season of ‘The Last of Us.’ What about you?”

Reality set back in. “What did you say?” you asked her.

“I said, ‘what about you?’ What’s been happening in your world?” You felt extremely guilty for the lack of attention you were giving her, but it was so hard when she was sitting right next to you looking the way she did.

“Honestly, not much. I go to work everyday and then I come home to my cat… that’s about it.”

“Damn,” Isabela scoffed. “You couldn’t make that sound more depressing even if you tried.”

You laughed. “Ouch! I’ll have you know, I love my boring life, thank you very much.”

“Well you have to at least be seeing somebody, right?”

You and Isabela didn’t speak much about your romance life; she was so busy and you didn’t have much interest. At least, that’s what you liked to tell her.

You shook your head. “Nope, I’m not seeing anyone right now.”

“Y/n, you need to put yourself out there more! You have so much to offer and any girl would be over the moon to be with you.”

You shrugged her off a bit, not wanting to dive into the sad topic that was your dying sex life. “Well, what about you? What ever happened with that one girl?”

Isabela laughed neutrally. “Didn’t work out, per usual. I guess you could say I’m taking a break from women at the moment.” She looked over at you and smiled. “Except for you.”

You smiled back. She had a way of making you feel like the only person on earth. In these moments, you were the sun and she revolved around you without hesitation.

“It’s getting kind of late, I think I’m going to call it a night,” you said.

“I think I might chill out here for a little while longer. I won’t be long.”

“I’ll make sure to keep the bed warm for you,” you jokingly said.

You left Isabela behind still at the fire, wishing that you could stay beside her. Regardless, you felt like you needed some time to yourself before sleeping the day off. You arranged your sleeping pad the way you liked and got comfortable for the night. Sleep found you quicker than you anticipated, your mind drifting off into thoughts of the brown eyed girl outside the tent.

—

You weren’t sure how much time passed, but you startled awake. You looked to your right to see Isabela sleeping quietly beside you. You almost hoped she was still outside so that the source of the sound could be explained.

You carefully stood up so as to not wake Isabela up. You fumbled around for a minute looking for the bear spray. Once you found it, you took your chances of unzipping the tent. You knew nothing about defending yourself against any wildlife, all you knew was that if there was something out there, you wanted to get to it before it got you.

You peeked your head around both sides of the tent, looking for any sign of life. There was nothing obvious that stood out to you and there was no sign of any new noises.

“What’s wrong?” a sleepy voice said from behind you.

You practically jumped out of your skin. “Shit! You scared me,” you said in a raised whisper.

When you turned around, Isabela was sitting up slightly while rubbing her eyes. You didn’t think it was possible for anyone to look as cute as she did at that moment.

“Everything is fine, go back to sleep,” you told her.

Once she laid back down, you zipped the tent back up and went back to your bed. You turned over on your side to get comfortable and that’s when you felt Isabela’s body shift closer to you. You held your breath at the sudden change in motion.

You let the breath you had kept in out when Isabela’s arm so absentmindedly draped over your side, her hand resting on your stomach. Your heart was beating so quickly that you were surprised Isabela didn’t stir from the rhythm.

She was now pressed against you in the perfect shape, shielding herself from the cold. You felt the tip of her chilly nose resting against the top of your back and you smiled to yourself.

This was a moment that you had waited for and you knew by morning that she wouldn’t remember any of it.

—

You awoke to the sound of birds chirping in your ear. The sun was shining right into your eyes through the mesh in the tent. You extended your arm out to the side and felt the emptiness there. Isabela was no longer laying beside you and her bed was cold. It took you a minute before you could smell the bacon lingering in the air. You emerged from the tent squinting as the sun hit you in the eyes.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” Isabela said as she stuffed food into her mouth.

“How long was I out for?” you asked.

“Uh, probably for an extra hour. Breakfast is ready.”

She didn’t bring up the fact that you had awoken sometime in the night. It was what you were worried about— that she wouldn’t remember a thing.

You sat down next to Isabela and grabbed your serving of food. You zoned off for a moment, wondering what she was thinking.

“So… how did you sleep?” you asked.

“Like a rock,” she answered. “Good thing a bear didn’t come to eat us in our sleep.” Isabela laughed and you weakly laughed in response.

You were right. She didn’t remember anything.

It was the hard truth, but you were insane to think that she would actually remember doing something so intimate with you. You brushed it off the best you could since you wanted to begin the day with a fresh start.

“What’s on the agenda today?”

“I figured we could go into town, grab some lunch for later and head to the lake?”

“There’s a lake?”

“It’s not just a lake, it’s the best lake,” Isabela said.

“Well, then what are we waiting for?” You both looked at each other and smirked before racing back to the tent to change into swimsuits and your clothes for the day.

The lake was so beautiful it seemed like it could be the ocean. The blue was so clear you could see all the way to the bottom, and you found yourself getting lost all day in it.

You and Isabela spent all day in and out of the lake. You switched from enjoying the refreshing kiss of the water, to the hot rays of the sun that warmed you up.

You were laying out on a beach chair when you looked over at Isabela who was laying on her stomach fast asleep. Her eyelashes fluttered and twitched in her sleep and her lips were squished so cutely to the side from her face being turned and pressed against the chair.

You could stay all day like this. Enjoying the fresh air by the water and looking over to see her blissfully unaware of your own infatuation.

It was getting late, and although you wanted to stay there longer, you knew Isabela would burn in the hot afternoon sun if she didn’t get up soon.

You started gathering your things before waking Isabela up. “Hey, it’s time to go,” you whispered. You placed your hand on her shoulder and shook her slightly. “Bela, wake up.”

She raised her head up with sleepy eyes and stared up at you and smiled. “Good morning… How long was I out?”

You started to trip over your thoughts because you really didn’t know how long. You were entirely too wrapped up in staring at her.

“I’m not exactly sure, maybe thirty minutes?”

She stood up and acted as if she was never asleep in the first place. “Back to camp?” she asked and you nodded.

Once you arrived back at your campsite you both were quick to hide away in the tent to undress. You turned around in the corner where you removed your swimsuit and put on a shirt. You brought your suit outside and hung it up to dry. When you went back inside the tent Isabela was standing with her underwear on and her swimsuit top.

You suddenly felt like you needed to shield your eyes or give her space, but your brain was so fuzzy you couldn’t leave. You watched as she pulled shorts on over her panties and then she turned to you.

“You mind untying me?” she asked.

You in fact did mind. You thought that you might melt into a puddle of yearning if you approached her in this state.

You tried to push your thoughts aside as you slowly walked towards her. The strings of her top were curled down her back so delicately. Your shaking hands grasped onto the strings and pulled gently. You took your time with her, not missing the opportunity to brush your fingers against her hot skin.

You didn’t linger long, not wanting to draw attention to the fact that you were indeed enjoying this way too much. You stepped back and went over to absentmindedly look through your things.

The tent unzipped and you assumed Isabela had gone back outside. The breath you had been holding in was finally released when you were alone at last.

You decided to lay down for a while, so you crashed down on your bed with a book. It only took a few minutes before Isabela was back inside.

“Are you good?” she asked.

You nonchalantly sat up on your elbow. “Yeah, why… why do you ask?”

She furrowed her brows and crossed her arms. “I don’t know, I guess you’ve been acting weird all day.”

“I thought we had a nice day?”

“We did, but there’s something off. I know you.”

You didn’t know what direction she was going, so you tried to play dumb. “There’s nothing wrong.”

“Then why won’t you look at me right now?”

And there it was.

Isabela sat down on her bed beside you and stared intensely at you while you continued to avoid eye contact. “Did I do something wrong?” she whispered. You finally met her watery glance. “I know we haven’t kept up as much as we used to and I’m sorry for that but-”

“Woah, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Then what is it?”

At a loss for words, you debated on what to say. “It’s nothing, I promise. I’ve just missed you… you know?”

You looked up at her and she looked down upon you with love in her eyes. “And I’ve missed you,” she said in her low, raspy way that made her voice crack. It was one of your favorite things about her.

Her hand came towards you as her fingers brushed against your forehead and she moved hair out of your face and behind your ear. Her eyes darted all over your features and you had a sneaking suspicion that you could be thinking the same thing right now.

Her thumb dragged down to follow your jawline before her eyes were glued to your lips. She didn’t try to make it very discrete, especially when she began to inch closer.

“Isabela…”

Her hand was fully resting on your cheek now. “Shh…” she silenced you with a whisper.

She came closer… and closer.

Her lips were merely millimeters from your own. You could feel the sweet heat of her breath on your mouth. You wanted her to make the first move. You needed her to.

“I’ve missed you so much,” she whispered before closing the pent up distance between both of you.

Her lips were even softer than you had imagined in all your dreams. They knew the right way around your own body, moving so gently against your own, careful not to scare you off. That was impossible.

Now it was your turn to make a move.

Your hands grabbed the back of her head with gusto, pulling her down with you. She was hovering over your body with lips still attached.

From her neck, you dragged your hands down the length of her back until you reached her hips. You guided her roughly so that she was straddling one of your legs. This is right where you wanted her.

Her lips moved gracefully against yours, taking their time. It wasn’t like the other girls you had been with; she was calculated and taking her time perfectly. She wanted to savor every moment with you and you could tell.

Your stomach flipped when you felt her hand brush the bare skin of your stomach showing from under your shirt. The heat between your legs grew as her hand slowly slid up your shirt and over your breast. She massaged it slowly, testing the waters of how you would react.

As she focused her attention under your shirt, you couldn’t hold back the whines that threatened to break through. You whimpered into her mouth, creating a reaction from her as well.

Isabela slowly moved her hips back and forth, grinding against you. You moved your leg up higher to press it against her core. She matched your level now, letting herself go ever so slightly.

You both were so caught up in the moment with one another. You each shared moans of pleasure that filled the small tent you resided in. That’s when everything came back to earth.

You stopped. “Wait, wait.”

“Is something wrong?”

You laughed a little bit. “God, no. Nothing is wrong… I just think we should take it slow.”

“So you’re saying you don’t wanna smash in our… tent?” she asked sarcastically. You both looked at each other and laughed, Isabela collapsing onto your chest.

You both spent a moment just being in each other’s presence. You weren’t exactly sure what was going to happen now. There was a spark that was created with nowhere to go until you figured it out.

“What happens when we get back?” you asked, breaking the silence.

“I don’t know… but for right now, we’re here, in the middle of nowhere. So, let’s get up, start a fire, and make some s’mores while we lose track of time for a while.”

Isabela stood up and extended her hand out towards you. You smiled and took it gladly. She pulled you up and off the bed while you got your footing. You walked hand in hand out of the tent to spend the rest of your trip acting like the rest of the world was far, far away.

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Old Friends

Max Cooperman x f!reader

warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, oral female receiving, soft!dom max, sub!reader, underage drinking, underage smoking, getting high before sex, rough sex, uhhh overall very long and very smutty

summary: after being away at college for a year, your best friend Baja convinces you to go to a fourth of July party at your old friend Max’s house, but little do you know how much Max has changed since the last time you saw him…

word count: 4.5k

a/n: i just watched never back down 1 and 2 last night and omg the glow up evan had before filming the second one is not talked about enough. hope you enjoy my lil fourth of july gift <3 enjoy!!

~~~

“Do you think this looks good?” You ask as you walk out of the bathroom.

You’re at your best friend Baja’s house, the two of you are getting ready for a big fourth of July party. So far, you’ve tried on three different bikinis, none of them standing out to you. Sure, they fit you perfectly and show off the body you worked for, but they just weren’t right.

“Y/N, it looks amazing, like all the other ones too. What’s going on?” Baja answers, a frown on her face.

You met Baja when she transferred into your high school sophomore year, and you’ve been inseparable since. You were by her side through everything. The day her parents decided to call it quits, the day her parents got back together, even the day she started dating Ryan. You never liked him, she knew that. He was crazy, he loved to hurt people. So, when Jake Tyler moved to town and started talking to her, you were thrilled.

He was a decent guy, you enjoyed spending time with him. Plus, it was great seeing her happy again after what Ryan put her through. After they started dating Jake introduced you to his best friend Max and he often hung around with the three of you. Max was a sweet boy. He was chubby and adorable with his little camera. Though the two of you never hung out alone, you still considered him one of your closer friends.

The four of you were sad when high school ended. You had gotten into your dream college that happened to be in a nearby state. It was terrible having to say goodbye to your friends, but you all had phones so it wasn’t like contact would be completely lost. You and Baja would call for hours, sometimes falling asleep on the phone together. On holiday breaks when you’d come home you really only saw her and occasionally Jake, but you didn’t mind.

Tonight, however, is the first party you’re going to in your home town since high school. Since it’s your first summer break from college, Baja thinks it will be a good idea. You know she’s right, but you’re very nervous to see all your old classmates.

“What if people think I’ve gone downhill since we graduated?” You question your friend.

Baja laughs. “I can promise you no one will think that. Look at yourself y/n, you’re stunning.”

“I’m just worried it’ll go bad. I haven’t seen these people in over a year,” you reply with a sigh. You sit down next to her on her bed. “How many people do you think will be there?”

“Well like I said it’s at Max’s house, and his house is pretty big so probably a lot of people.”

“God, I haven’t even seen Max since last summer. How’s he doing?” You ask.

“Well, he’s changed a lot,” she answers with a small laugh. “Trust me when you see him, you’re going to be shocked.”

“What do you mean? Did he finally get taller or something?”

“Yeah, you could say that... But anyways, hurry up and finish picking your outfit we have to leave soon,” she replies, shooing you off the bed and towards her closet.

~~~

When the two of you arrive at Max’s house you feel the anxious butterflies eat away in your stomach. There’s already so many cars in the driveway and on the street. You see a few of your former classmates in the front yard, you hide your face. Baja laughs and finally parks the car. You look at her anxiously.

“Maybe this was a bad idea, how about we just go stay at your place instead?” You speak.

She shakes her head. “Nope, we’re already here. Just relax y/n, it’s going to be super fun.”

“You’re just saying that because you want to go fuck your boyfriend,” you reply with a frown.

“Hey, maybe you’ll find a guy and hook up too,�� she says, a smirk on her face. “I bet tons of guys are gonna be all over you looking for a piece of that ass.”

You lightly slap her and groan. “Shut up.”

She only laughs and opens her door. “Come on, we’re already late.”

You groan and open yours too, preparing yourself for what’s coming. You follow Baja into the party, smiling at your old classmates. You recognize most of them, but there’s also new people you don’t think even went to school with you. Loud music flows throughout the house, you can practically feel the beat as you walk. Baja was right, in the few minutes you’ve been inside you’ve already noticed multiple guys checking you out. It makes you wish you worse something more than just jean shorts and a coverup over your bathing suit.

The two of you stop in the kitchen and Baja pours you a shot. You take it without saying anything, it’ll help you with your nerves. The familiar warmth fills your stomach and chest, it feels good. You see Jake approching and you smile, it’s been a few months since the last time you talked. He looks the exact same.

“What’s up y/n? How you been?” He asks after greeting Baja with a kiss.

“Pretty good, how about you?” You reply.

“Amazing.”

“That’s cool, Baja said you were thinking about opening up your own gym soon, that’s great,” you mention, looking back at your best friend.

“I see word travels fast between the two of you,” he says, wrapping his arm around Baja’s shoulders. “But yeah, it’s just an idea right now. It was more Max’s idea actually, have you talked to him yet?”

You shake your head and notice the look Baja and Jake give each other. “I told her she’s gonna be surprised when she sees him.”

“Oh yeah, you should actually go find him and say hi,” Jake says with a smirk.

You look between them suspiciously. “Is this your subtle attempt to get me away so you can go fuck?”

“Yes, entirely, so go,” Baja answers with a laugh, pushing you lightly.

“I hate you,” you say as you begin to walk away from them.

“Love you too!” She exclaims, you don’t bother replying.

You wander through the house searching for Max. You forgot how big his house really was. Even the first floor will probably take you twenty minutes to search. A sigh leaves your lips, where would he be? You look through his living room, cringing at the sight of two girls making out on the couch, a swarm of guys watching and recording. He’s not there, thankfully. You go out to the back yard, so many people are in the pool. But that’s when you spot him.

Baja was right, you’re very surprised. He’s not at all like you remember him. The chubby nerd you once knew is gone and has been replaced by... this. He’s definitely grown a few inches, and his baby fat has been replaced by muscle. The boy who used to refuse taking off his shirt even at the beach is now standing tall, abs out for everyone to see. His hair is shorter and slightly curlier. You can see his sharp jawline from where you’re standing, it’s so prominent. You trail your eyes down his body, lingering on his v-line. You never thought in a million years you’d see Max Cooperman with a v-line and happy trail. You also never thought you’d stare at it so intently.

You shake the thoughts away and walk towards him. He’s still the same Max you knew, you can’t be thinking like this. You’re only a few feet away when he notices you, you can see his eyes light up. It makes you smile.

“Am I dreaming or is it really you y/n?” He asks.

“I could say the same thing about you,” you reply with a laugh as you embrace him in a short hug. “What did college do to you?”

“A lot honestly. I started working out a lot more, lost my fat and replaced it with these guns,” he answers, flexing his biceps.

You laugh again. “At least it hasn’t changed your personality, you still staying behind the scenes?”

“Yeah, I’m always going to be the camera man. How about you though? I bet you’re the most talked about girl on your campus,” he says with a smirk. “I mean seriously wow you look great.”

You can’t help the small blush that appears on your cheeks. “I wouldn’t know, I sorta keep to myself. I mean I go to parties sometimes but most of my time is spent keeping up with my classes.”

“I’m glad college hasn’t changed your personality either. Still the quiet girl during the week days and the party animal on weekends?”

“God no. I was way worse back then. I haven’t gotten shit faced since that party at Baja’s a year or two ago,” you answer.

“I remember that, you threw up all over the backseats of my car,” he laughs.

You cover your face in embarrassment. “Don’t remind me.”

“And remember how I had to carry you in? You were telling me how sad you were to still be a virgin, you asked if Jean from my old gym could do you,” he continues, his laughter only getting louder.

“Stop it,” you say. Your face is so hot, you probably look like a tomato.

Max is about to continue, but a girl comes up to him and laches on to his arm. You don’t know why it makes that unsettling feeling start in your stomach again. You aren’t jealous, he’s like your brother for God’s sake. At least, that’s what you keep having to tell yourself. She gives you a side glance, as if she’s trying to make you feel bad for talking to Max. It almost makes you laugh. She looks familiar, but you can’t put a name to her face.

“You said you’d come swim with me,” she says to him. “Come on.”

Max raises his eyebrows at you before looking back at the girl. “Sorry, just catching up with an old friend. You remember y/n right? We used to go to school together.”

She looks at you again and gasps. “Little y/n? I couldn’t even recognize you, you’ve certainly... changed.”

“Thanks,” you reply. You don’t want to stand here any longer. “I’ll let you guys get back to your swimming, it was nice talking to you Max.”

You give them a smile and turn around, you’re going to try to find Baja and Jake again, hopefully they’re done fucking by now. But before you can even take a step Max grabs your wrist, preventing you from leaving. You look back at him over your shoulder, the girl next to him looks pissed, he doesn’t seem to care though because his eyes are locked on you.

“How about after this we go hot box my car? You know, like we used to?’ He suggests.

“I’d love to,” you say. The girl looks furious, it makes you happy. “See you in a bit.”

He grins and let's go of your wrist, finally giving his attention back to the girl on his arm. You walk back towards his house, your hearts racing. Since when did Max Cooperman make your heart race? You look over your shoulder again when you’re at his back doors and much to your surprise he’s already looking at you. You quickly look away, what’s going on?

~~~

Max finds you after about a half hour and the two of you make your way into his garage, weed in hand. Thankfully, no one’s in the garage. Even though it’s not your weed, you’d hate to have to share with a bunch of other people. He unlocks his car and opens the passenger side for you, you chuckle and push him away but get inside anyway. He quickly gets in the driver's side and starts to unpack all his stuff.

You watch as he packs the bowl effortlessly. He used to struggle with it to the point that he’d ask you or Jake to do it for him. Now though, he gets it done within minutes. He offers you the first hit and you gladly accept, taking the bowl and lighter in your hands instantly. You light it and take a big hit, passing the bowl to Max while it’s still lit. Your lungs burn a bit, but you don’t mind. You blow the smoke out in one long breath, filling up the car with the stench of weed.

“That’s some good shit,” you say as Max takes his hit.

He nods and hands the bowl back to you when he’s done. “Stole it from my dad, he’s gets it from some high end dealer.”

“No shit?” You say before taking your second hit.

“Yeah, it’s great.”

You blow out the smoke for a second time and hand the bowl back to him. “I already feel it, God damn.”

“It’s pretty strong, you should wait before taking another hit. Unless it’s a small one. I’d hate for you to throw up in my car again,” he replies. You scoff and push his shoulder, making him break out into laughter. You can’t help but join in.

You feel fantastic. Perfect even. You let your head fall back against the headrest, your whole body feeling lighter. You close your eyes, a big smile on your lips. Max starts to talk again, but you don’t bother listening. You're too caught up in this amazing feeling. He taps your shoulder after a few seconds though and you sigh, tingles shooting throughout your whole body at the simple contact.

“Y/N are you listening?” He asks.

You roll your head to the side so you’re looking at him. “Touch me again, it feels so good.”

“What?”

“My body... it feels like it needs to be touched. Did you give me like Viagra weed?” You question.

“I don’t know does sativa usually make you horny?” He laughs.

You shrug. “Maybe. I haven’t smoked in a minute. Can you put on the radio or something?”

He nods and puts his keys in the ignition, turning them so the radio starts to play. You sit up and start to flick through the channels before settling on a relaxing song. You sigh and lean back, your head facing Max again. You watch as he takes another hit, he looks sexy doing it. You shake your head at the thought, Max is one of your best friends you can’t call him sexy, even if it’s in your own head.

When he’s done, he puts the bowl down and leans back. He turns his head to you and your eyes meet. Your heart rate increases. He has this look in his eyes, one you never thought you’d see from him. His eyes are so dark, so full of lust. You swallow but can’t bear to break the eye contact.

“Who was that girl?” You ask, breaking the silence but not the tension. “She your girlfriend or something?”

“No, I’m surprised you didn’t recognize her. That was Jenifer, you know, the one who used to make fun of me,” he answers.

“So, why was she hanging on to you like that?”

He smirks. “What are you jealous?”

“That doesn’t answer my question,” you reply, deflecting his question.

“And that doesn’t answer mine.”

You look away for a split second and shrug. “Should I be?”

“I’d like you to be. But she’s nothing, just one of the many girls from this town who’ve suddenly become interested in me after I decided to change up my looks,” he answers.

You feel ashamed. Are you one of those girls now? You can admit, if Max still looked how he did before you don’t know if you’d be having these feelings for him. Part of you believes you would though, just because of how flirty he is, he’s been like that since the two of you met all those years ago. You look down at your lap, not knowing what else to do.

“Did I say something wrong?” He asks after a few seconds.

You shake your head. “No, of course not. I just... I don’t want you to think I’m one of those girls too. I mean am I really attracted to you now? Yes. But I’ve always been attracted to your personality too. I’m sorry, you just are so fucking hot now it’s hard but-”

You’re cut off by Max’s lips crashing on to yours. You forget about what you were saying and kiss him back instantly, your hands moving up to grip his soft curls. The kiss is rough and full of pent-up sexual tension. You part your lips and let his tongue roam your mouth, it makes your body ignite. One of his hands moves down your body, eventually resting on your hip. The other one cups your cheek, his thumb caressing your skin gently.

He pulls back after a minute and the two of you stare into each other's eyes once again. Your breathing is heavy, your cheeks are flushed, and your lips are swollen. You haven’t been kissed like that in a long time.

“Sorry, I should’ve asked first, but I just needed to show you that you aren’t anything like those other girls. I’ve always wanted you y/n, I just never thought I had a chance,” he explains softly.

You twirl one of his curls around one of your pointer fingers and chuckle. “Oh Max, if you asked me out I most likely would’ve said yes.”

“I didn’t want to ruin the friendship, but at this point since we don’t even talk that much I don’t care. I want you y/n, so bad. Even if it’s just for tonight, even if we never talk again after, let me have you right now,” he whispers.

“I’m yours for the taking,” you reply and before you have a second to think he crashes his lips to yours again.

The kiss is even rougher this time. His hands roam your body freely, cupping your breasts, your ass, everything. You let him pull you over the center console and into his lap, though the two of you laugh at the slight struggle. It’s a tight squeeze, but it works. You straddle him as the kiss continues, his hips grinding up into yours. You slightly moan at the feeling of his bulge brushing against your clothed clit. Your arms wrap around his neck and you hold him tight, the feeling of your bodies against each other sending tingles throughout your entire body.

You break the kiss after a couple minutes to remove your coverup, your bikini now the only thing covering your breasts. Max smirks and lifts his hands up to the back of your neck, pulling the string that’s holding up your bikini until it comes undone. He does the same with the other string and throws your bikini on to the passenger seat. He doesn’t try to hide his stare; it makes your face heat up again.

Before you can say anything, he leans forward and takes one of your nipples in his mouth. You sigh from the pleasure it gives you. Your body falls back against the steering wheel, luckily not hitting the horn. You feel his tongue swirl around your nipple, it makes you throw your head back. He moves between both of your nipples for a few minutes before moving on to kiss and suck the rest of your breasts.

“Can we move to the back?” He asks suddenly, his lips still on your skin.

“Yeah,” you answer breathlessly before climbing off him and between the two front seats to get to the back.

He’s too big to climb through, so he gets out of the car and goes through one of the back doors instead. He lays you down on the seats and continues his kisses on your breasts. He trails his kisses down your stomach, your navel, until he’s at the point where your skin ends and your jean shorts start. Your eyes meet his and he gives you a smirk that sends warmth to the pit of your stomach. He unbuttons your shorts and you lift your hips to help him pull them down your body, leaving you only in your bikini bottoms.

He presses soft kisses to your inner thighs, making the wet spot in your bottoms even more noticeable. You move up so half your back is pressed against the car door, mostly to give Max more room, but also because you want to watch him. He sucks on the skin of your thighs, leaving behind a few hickeys as proof. His hands wrap around your thighs as well and he pulls them up so that your legs are bent and his head is now stuck between them.

His hands then move to the two strings on your hips that are holding your bathing suit bottoms in place. He pulls them at the same time until they both come undone, then he takes off your body, leaving you completely naked. His eyes are on yours as he moves his head down and finally connects his mouth to your soaking cunt.

You moan, your head hitting the car door as you throw it back. He licks and sucks your clit perfectly; he’s definitely done this before. When he moves his tongue down to your entrance, teasingly moving it in and out, his nose brushes your clit. Your thighs squeeze around his head, you lift your hips for more pressure. It feels so good, too good. Only five minutes go by and you can feel your orgasm approaching, you pull at his hair.

“Max- you should stop before I- before I cum,” you say, your breath ragged.

“Don’t you want to?” He asks after lifting his head.

“I want this to last longer, I don’t want it to be over yet,” you answer.

He smiles. “Who said it would be over after you cum once?”

Before you can reply he moves his head back down and continues his precious licks. You come undone within three minutes. He doesn’t stop, even as you cum. Your orgasm takes over your whole body, it makes you feel euphoric.

When he’s sure you're finished, he wipes his mouth on your thigh and moves back so he’s sitting on one of the seats. He removes his bathing suit before grabbing your ankles and pulling your body so you’re laid down on the seats. He climbs over you and meets your eyes for the hundredth time tonight.

“Are you on the pill?”

“Yeah.”

“Is it okay if I cum in you or do you still want me to pull out?”

Your stomach does a flip at his words. He’s the first guy to ask that after finding out you’re on the pill. You’ve never adored anyone more than him in this moment.

“You can do it inside,” you reply.

Max nods before pressing his lips to yours. You can taste yourself on his lips, it only makes you more turned on. You wrap your arms around his back, holding him close to you as he starts to rub his dick between your soaked folds. You bite down on your lips as his tip rubs against your clit, it feels incredible. But you want him inside you more. He must know this, because he positions himself at your entrance after a few seconds and starts to slowly move inside you.

He starts off with slow thrusts, helping you adjust to his size. Even with his slow pace you can’t help but bite down on his shoulder, the feeling of him inside you making your toes curl. Once you give him the okay, he starts to move faster, and after minutes he’s fucking you hard. You’re a moaning mess, your nails scratching down his back as he pounds into you harshly. Each thrust makes your eyes practically roll back into your skull, they’re so hard, so deep.

The air inside the car is warm, the windows fogged up. You know if anyone were to walk into the garage, they’d see it shaking. You almost scream when he starts to suck your neck, he finds your sweet spot quickly and settles on it. You touch his now sweaty curls and close your eyes, this is the best sex you’ve ever had, you don’t want it to ever end.

“Baby, I want you to ride me till I cum,” he whispers, his hot breath on your ear. “Can you do that?”

“Yes.”

He moves your position so that he’s sitting and you're straddling him, like you did in the front seat. You don’t waste a second to begin moving up, down, back, and forth on his dick, riding him the way you know guys like it. You watch his head fall back on the seat, your name leaving his lips in a voice that almost makes you cum right then and there. His hands grip your ass tight; you love the way it stings.

You kiss his lips, his jaw, his neck, each sound that leaves him a reward. Your second orgasm is approaching, you feel the tightening in your stomach. You hold back though; you want to feel him finish before you. Thankfully, your silent request comes sooner than you thought.

“Just like that, don’t stop, I’m gonna cum,” he mumbles. His eyes are closed and his head is still resting on the seat, you swear he’s the most beautiful boy you’ve ever seen. “I’m so close- so fucking close.”

“Cum in me baby,” you say, and he does.

The feeling of his dick pulsing inside you is the last thing you can take, you let your orgasm take over too, the both of you cumming at the same time. You’re out of breath but you keep riding him until you’re positive he’s completely done. Once he is, you get off him and fall back on to the seat next to him. You’re sweaty and tired. You open the door next to you and breathe in the fresh air, it’s refreshing.

“Now two of your fluids have been on my backseat, that’s cool right?” Max says to break the silence.

You laugh. “Can you shut the fuck up?”

“Can I not be happy that your vomit and your cum has been where we’re sitting?”

“Please stop before more of my vomit is on your seats.”

“We should go swim, the fireworks are gonna start soon,” he mentions. You look at him and see he’s already redressing. He meets your eyes and pauses. “Unless you want to stay here which is fine too.”

“No, no, I want to go I just need a second, that was a workout,” you reply.

He grins and hands you back your clothing items, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “Whatever you want y/n.”

~~~

The two of you are in the pool when Baja and Jake finally find you.

“So, you guys are acquainted again?” Baja asks as she lowers herself into the pool.

You and Max share a look before you answer her. “Yeah, you can say that.”