#he had to sit a while in that chair because i was laughing so hard i almost started crying

[adirtylittleheart]

(S)aint Chris is hunting and you're his prey. ‘’Not really,’’ he said and leaned in closer to you, though he made sure to study you closely as he proceeded, ‘’the reason I’m telling you this is because I’ve decided that you’re my prey. As soon I catch you alone I’m going to fuck you.’’ Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X reader (first section) Chris Sturniolo X OC (second section) Warning/Content: 18+ Smut. Sexual games. Intercourse. Masturbation. Light choking. Raw. Consensual. Oral sex. Author notes: Another one I absolutely loved writing. So much fun! If you know what song I listened to while writing this, comment! Reader is the first section and then the OC under the second banner/cover. I hope you have as much fun reading it as I had writing it. So much appreciation to you all! AND...A MATT CABING STORY TO GO ALONG WITH THIS ONE WILL BE OUT THIS COMING WEEK.

(S)aint

Chris stepped out of the cabin after Matt, closing the door behind himself. He drew in a deep breath, filling his lungs with the cool, crisp morning air. The wilderness air really was different to the air quality in the concrete jungles. Though it was early fall, and not too cold yet, it was a little mild, and Chris zipped up his favourite grey hoodie. He then adjusted his fitted hat and draped an arm over Matt’s shoulders when he reached him.

‘’You doing good?’’ Chris asked

Matt smiled, ‘’yeah, thanks. You?’’ Matt asked and Chris pulled his arm from Matt’s shoulders and jumped the last few steps down, his converse covered feet landing on the soft, wet grass.

‘’Yeah, I’m good, as long as you and Nick are okay,’’ Chris said, and wanting desperately to make his brother laugh because he knew he was going through a hard time with anxiety, he pulled a face, sticking is tongue out.

His goal was achieved when Matt burst out laughing, then he asked, ‘’Was Nick and Maddie still sleeping?’’

‘’Yup,’’ Chris said with a smile and nod. ‘’See you later,’’ Chris said and started walking off as he pushed his hands into his pockets. Chris planned on taking a long walk to contemplate on ideas for their videos, along with just enjoying nature and the scenic walk. The smell of rich soil and damp earth filled his nostrils, while the sounds of nature around him made him feel somewhat primal. Raw in nature.

Half an hour later, Chris walked into a little café that catered to the people who hired the cabins - it was a larger log cabin that they transformed into a café where people could buy the bare essentials. They also had a few tables and chairs so people could sit and sip on steaming hot cup of coffee while having a serving of fresh cream cake.

Chris was on his way to the fridge to grab a Pepsi, as he hadn't realized his morning walk would leave him parched, when he saw you. You, the stunningly beautiful woman who had Chris’ heart aflutter as you danced your way to the fridge from the chips rack, holding your phone in one hand, also gripping a packet of chips between your fingers. Chris took a logical guess that you were wearing earbuds and listening to music as his eyes followed you, a smile playing on your lips. You were wearing a pair of ripped jeans that rode low on your hips, black Converse, and a black fitted t-shirt showing off enough flesh to tease but leaving him wanting more.

You twirled just before you got to the fridge, your head bopping up and down to the beat of the music. You opened the fridge door and grabbed a bottle of water, and then closed the door again with a swing of your hip. Chris smiled widely as you danced all the way to the counter to pay. He hurried to the back of the café and went to grab a Pepsi hoping you would hang around for a few minutes so he could catch you. He glanced over his shoulder at the cash registrar and sighed silently with relief – two people had been working there since they arrived at the cabin and one was a chatter, while the other was a head nodder and silent the rest of the time. The latter was working today and he thanked his lucky stars for once again giving him a helping hand. It meant he could get out of the café that much quicker.

Chris smiled at the older man behind the cash registrar. Everything there was very dated, but it was clearly intended – from the age old cash registrar to the man who had a large beard and a pipe hanging from his mouth. Chris put his change down and the elderly man removed his pipe from his mouth and spoke for the first time to Chris, ‘’She arrived last night with her brother. Her name is (y/n). (Age) years old. A little dancer she is, and I saw her doing backflips and whatnot early this morning before we even opened the café. She was out there on the lawn,’’ he said in a deep, gruff voice.

Chris flashed him a smile but raised his brows in question. The man let out a guttural, deep laugh.

‘’I saw you watching her. A young guy like you and a fiery little thing like her? I think you two suit each other. I may not talk much, but I listen and observe. You’re a good guy, along with your brothers, and she’s a sweet, kind girl,’’ he said and shrugged his broad shoulders.

‘’Thanks,’’ Chris said and scratched his day old stubble, ‘’I appreciate you.’’

‘’Go. Go find her,’’ the old man said and popped his pipe back into his mouth and shooed Chris out, motioning with his hands, making Chris laugh as he hurried out of the café.

As he stepped out the doors, his eyes darted around in every direction looking for the beautiful dancer. For a second he thought he was shit out of luck and was going to claim his thanks back from his lucky stars but they were working overtime in his favor. You were standing on the wrap-around porch, to his left looking over the fantastic view of the trees with a small babbling brook running past the café. You let out a giggle as a squirrel sat on the wooden railing, not far from you, cleaning it’s self.

Chris smiled to himself; he adored the way you giggled and he certainly wanted to hear more. You looked innocent…like a little saint, but he also knew that it was the innocent looking ones that sometimes held the wildest sides and they often played their cards close to their chests. That was the fun part about them. Little freaks in the sheets but innocent in everyday life.

You looked over your shoulder when you felt a pair of eyes focused on your back. While you would normally get an unsettled feeling when that happened, this time, you just felt the eyes but thought nothing of it, only curious to see who it was.

‘’Hi,’’ you said with a big, brilliant, bright smile that had Chris aroused already. You turned from your spot after grabbing your bottled water and packet of chips off the railing where you had set them down then walked over to Chris. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you and though he knew he was staring, he couldn’t help it. You were a breath of fresh air, while simultaneously and contradictory, you also took his breath away. You were an absolutely stunning woman.

You stopped at the end of the railing, opposite him, where the stairs were. But you surprised him by turning your back to him and then leaned against the balustrade, looking over the view before you.

‘’Hey,’’ Chris said and stepped up to you in a few short steps, and leaned against the railing, propping his elbows onto it, his hands clasped around his Pepsi. ‘’It’s a nice day.’’

‘’Mmm,’’ you said said and started giggling

‘’What?’’ Chris asked with a chuckle, swinging his head to look at you

‘’Funny how we as humans have to make small talk before we actually get to where we want to be. We talk about everything from the weather to how boring it is to watch paint dry before we actually say what we want to say. Do you think animals do that? I think animals skip all the small talk just to get to the bottom line,’’ you said and nodded in the direction of the squirrel.

Chris laughed and lifted his hand to his mouth and lightly played with his lips for a few seconds, while deep in thought of your… somewhat… profound philosophy.

You watched the man next to you and shifted from one foot to the other, loving what you saw. His sparking blue eyes had you lost for a few seconds when you had seen them and the way he was playing with his lips…you were dangerously close to letting out a moan, and that alone would have been enough for you to fall to her knees for him. His lips were lush and reminded you of pillows – soft but firm and his fingers made you quiver inside, knowing exactly what you wanted him to do with them.

‘’You’re right,’’ Chris said, pulling you from your thoughts as he dropped his hand to the railing and turned to face you, now leaning sideways against the railing.

‘’I know I am,’’ you said softly and turned as he did, to face him. ‘’I’m (Y/n).’’

Chris laughed at your confidence, loving it. ‘’I’m Chris. You got a cabin here?’’ Chris asked

You smiled, adoring how he squeezed his eyes closed briefly when he laughed. ‘’Yeah… I came with my brother and his girlfriend but they want to rough it out, so they are going camping later today on the other side of the river. I’ll probably practice some dancing…since I’ll be all alone.’’

‘’You dance?’’ Chris asked trying hard to sound surprised

‘’Uh-huh. Ballet, modern, street…anything really,’’ you said and smiled as a sexy but devilish smiled formed on his lips

‘’Do you like camping?’’ Chris asked and you let out a laugh

‘’I’m more a cabin girl. I don’t like camping. I don’t like fishing, and I don’t like hiking. My brother and his girlfriend are the campers,’’ you replied

Chris laughed. FUCK he had a sexy laugh! ‘’What about hunting?’’ he asked

You gave him a stupefied look and dropped your head then leaned slightly forward, looking at yourself, then you stood up straight again and looked back at Chris, ‘’me?’’ you asked in a high-pitched voice.

‘’Yes, you,’’ Chris said as he burst out laughing

‘’I also hate hunting,’’ you said unequivocally. It was a stern, hard no.

‘’That’s too bad,’’ Chris said with a smirk, ‘’I love hunting, but I like to let my prey know that I’m hunting them.’’

You tilted her head to the side a fraction and chewed on your bottom lip for a second. The confusion on your face and the way you furrowed your perfect eyebrows made Chris want to grab and kiss you. Your bottom lip bounced back into place and Chris felt a shudder in his body and his dick grew even bigger and longer along his thigh.

‘’Just like me, you don’t look like a hunter. But wouldn’t that scare them away? To let them know you were hunting them?’’ you asked

‘’Not really,’’ he said and leaned in closer to you, though he made sure to study you closely as he proceeded, ‘’the reason I’m telling you this is because I’ve decided that you’re my prey. As soon I catch you alone I’m going to fuck you.’’

He didn’t know what to expect from you but it sure wasn’t the response he got. He was rolling the dice and hoping it landed in his favor, but you were the one who ultimately put the idea into his thoughts. However, you could very well have told him to fuck off…he would have even expected a smack to the cheek or fist to his mouth.

However, you didn’t even flinch when he had said that. Nor did you gasp, instead you slowly lifted you big eyes until they met his. You blinked, and the tiniest of tiniest smiles played on your lips.

‘’That’s not going to happen,’’ you said leaning even in even closer, your voice low, ‘’how do you know I won’t tell my brother you’re threatening me?’’

Chris laughed, ‘’it’s not a threat. It’s a promise and you’re not going to tell him because you don’t think I’ll catch you, even though you’re hoping I will.’’

‘’You’ve got quite and ego there, Chris’’ you said pulling back. ‘’I have to go. Enjoy the rest of your stay here.’’

As you walked past him, he grabbed your wrist, and leaned in closer again, his lips so close to your ear, they brushed over your soft hair. He inhaled the soft scent of orange blossom before he continued, ‘’I’ve got an F and C and I’ve got a K too and the only that’s missing is a bitch like U,’’ he whispered and you closed her eyes for a second, your breath hitching in your throat. A shiver ran over your spine and you bit your bottom lip so hard, you thought you might draw blood.

The soft chuckle he let out had you opening your eyes again as you pulled your wrist from his grip. ‘’If you mess with me, you don’t know how much of a bitch I can be,’’ you said and carried on walking, then turned and hurried down the stairs.

‘’Run, my little prey, run,’’ he said with a laugh as he looked down at you walking away towards the thick of the trees. He loved the little swing of your hips.

‘’Stay away from me motherfucker,’’ you called out and lifted your hand above your head then gave him the middle finger, ‘’You’ll never catch me. It’ll take you years. 15 years, at least.’’

‘’What?’’ Chris yelled after you, but you only lifted your other hand and flipped him off, now with two hands shaking in the air.

Chris watched you disappear through the trees on a path, then he turned around and bit his bottom lip in thought. ‘’15 years?’’ Chris whispered to himself and it suddenly dawned him. He clicked his fingers and smiled widely. He was at cabin 10 and though the cabins were spaced far apart in secluded spots, he knew exactly were cabin 15 was.

You yanked the big wooden door open when the incessant knocking would not stop.

''What?'' you asked and then blew some hair off your face. Chris smirked when he saw your face flushed ''Hey'' Chris said with a smile that made your legs go absolutely weak. ''Was I interrupting you? Did you maybe get tired of waiting for me to catch you?'' ''You!? What are you doing here?'' you asked ignoring his latter questions. He knew damn well what you were doing.

‘’Catching my prey,’’ he said in a low voice

The voice had you sucking in a breath. You bit your bottom lip but then frowned at him, ‘’you’re really late. I know you were hunting me all day…you sure as shit do make it known to your pray huh? You followed me down to the river, and still, you didn’t catch me. Now you turn up? It’s the middle of the night,’’ you said, and started closing the door but Chris lifted a hand, and placed it on the door then pushed it open again. You were no match for his strength.

‘’You’re a dick,’’ you hissed as you stumbled backwards slightly from the force of the door

‘’Oh, I think you love dicks,’’ he said, a sly smile curving on his lips, ‘’I have a feeling you like assholes too.’’

‘’Love. I love assholes, more specifically, my own,’’ you corrected him, crossing your arms over your chest

‘’Hmmm,’’ he said and as he started walking slowly towards you, pushing the door closed with one good push behind him. ‘’I’m sure you do. You’re a nasty little one aren’t you?’’

You glared at him and Chris cocked a brow as his hand shot out, flew past your head, and quickly gathered your hair into a fist and pulled your hair back, forcing you to tilt your head back so you looked up at him. Oh, he was good! You didn’t see that coming and he was so fast you didn’t have time to make a move.

Just then a flash of lightning hit really close and lit the cabin up through all the windows. Thunder boomed and rumbled loudly around them. Chris looked over his shoulder as rain started pouring down, hitting the windows like little pebbles. With his attention on the rain, he loosened his grip and you turned on your heels and ran before Chris could react.

‘’Fuck,’’ Chris yelled as his head shot around and saw an empty space in front of him and his hand still outstretched and void of hair. He curled his fingers up in a fist and looked to the stairs as you took them two at a time, the thumping of your feet on the hardwood floors echoing around the cabin. He grinned and shook his head.

‘’(Y/n)!’’ Chris called and pulled his socks off, discarding them along the way. He had taken his shoes off at the door before he knocked because he stepped in a puddle of mud as he made his way to you in the dark and he didn’t want to track mud into the cabin.

He ran up the stairs also taking two at a time, pulling his shirt at the hem, up and over his head. He tossed it aside and it flew over the railing and then floated down, then pooled on the floor below. When he reached the landing, it was dark, except for one room where a thin sliver of light escaped from under a closed door.

‘’Gotcha,’’ Chris said with a smirk and walked to the door and pushed it open. It swung open and you stood in the middle of the room, looking like a dear in headlights. You swallowed hard and clasped your hands together under your chin.

‘’You’re so fucking beautiful,’’ Chris said, scanning your body with his eyes, from your little feet, your toenails painted in black, to the top of your head, where his eyes rested. He locked eyes with yours and scrutinized them, trying to find confirmation that you were still game for this. Your eyes flicked up fast above his head and then they quickly dropped down, back to his blue sparking eyes.

Chris grinned and your eyes flashed with with lust as you let your hands drop to your sides. Your eyes once again left his and you looked him over, just standing in his grey shorts with a C on them. C for Chris, you thought but knew better. You shifted on your spot, spreading your legs just a fraction as your pussy pulsed and soaked your panties. He was one sexy fucker and he knew it.

‘’(Y/n),’’ Chris said and she lifted her eyes to his, ‘’come here.’’

You bit your bottom lip, and lifted one foot and placed it in front of the other and started walking to him like you was hypnotised. When you stopped in front of Chris, a feint smile played on your lips.

‘’Don’t you think,’’ Chris said and once again, his hand shot out and he grabbed a handful of hair, ‘’you should lock the doors when you’re trying to escape a hunter?’’

‘’Fuck you,’’ you said and Chris pulled your head back, tilting your head up as his head descended, planting his lips on yours. Chris felt a shift in his shorts and knew the monster was wide awake. His other arm wrapped around your slender waist, pulling your body against his tightly, your tits crushed against his chest as he kissed you. Your tongue drove forward, parting your full lips and slipping into his mouth, he could only reciprocate. Your tongues swirled and danced together in a hot, hungry, needy kiss. His hand roamed from around your waist to your delicious ass. You moaned into his mouth, as he squeezed your perfect tight ass.

‘’Fuck,’’ Chris said pulling from the kiss. His dick was aching and throbbing, pre-cum soaking into his shorts. He pulled your panties down in one smooth, fast motion and they fell to your feet as he grabbed the t-shirt you were wearing and yanked it over your head.

A moan travelled up his throat slowly and escaped his lips when he looked down at your titties. They were more than perfect and your hard little nipples were pieced with two silver barbells gleaming in the light. He let out a growl entangled with a laugh and he ducked his head, ‘’a saint you ain’t,’’ Chris said just before his mouth latched on a breast.

‘’Oh fuuuuck,’’ you moaned as you threw your head back. Chris turned you around, still sucking on your tittie wondering if he would ever get enough, and pushed you back into the door. You slammed into it, your back making contact with is, causing a loud thud. A laugh of pleasure escaped you and Chris lifted his head, grabbing your wrists. His eyes zoomed around the room but he found nothing convenient until his eyes fell on the door. Above you, was a wooden pole attached to the door so that, he guessed, people could hang coats or jacks on. He took both your wrists in his left hand and reached up with his right, he then curled his hand around the pole and pulled down with all his might. It was securely attached so he pulled his hand away as he lifted yours up.

‘’We have to make do with this,’’ he said and placed your hands on the bar. You had to stand up straighter as you curled your hands and fingers around it in opposite directions, and every muscle pulled but it felt good. You were used to burning muscles in dancing and it wasn’t too bad when you stood on your tippy toes, but for now, you planted her feet flat on the floor. It only meant your arms stretched to their maximum limit and burned, but this was worth it,.

‘’You okay baby girl?’’ Chris asked softly and let go of your hands. He then ran his fingers over your cheek and along your jaw till they stopped under your chin.

‘’Mhm, I’m good,’’ you replied with a confident smile

‘’Don’t let go,’’ he said sternly and tipped your head up even more with his fingers under your chin

You nodded and Chris pushed your legs further apart with his foot, your smooth pussy shiny with excitement. He reached down and ran his finger through your slit as you moaned and your breathing got heavy…faster… your titties pushing out with every out breath, taunting him. Chris breathed in your scent that reminded him of hot summer days…maybe a beachy coconut scent. It only made him want to eat you out all that much more.

Chris lowered his head and sucked your tits, one by one, taking turns, licking, sucking hard, and nipping at them with his teeth. His dick growing painfully hard as he listened to your little gasps and moans. The warmth and wetness of his mouth had you positively reeling and squirming. When you arched your back, wanting him to take more, needing him to take more, he gave a nipple one last hard suck before pulling away.

Your eyes snapped open and Chris gave you a cocky grin and moved around you, then behind you, letting you rest your weight against him, his hard cock pressing into the small of her back, only arousing you more. His one hand trailed down your taut belly, purposely taking his sweet time knowing you wanted it so bad.

‘’Chris, it’s not going to take me long,’’ you breathed, your hips bucking, reaching, desperate for him to get you off. ‘"Don't you dare fucking cum until I tell you," he whispered the order in your ear and goosebumps ran over your arms as you gave a short nod just before he slid his finger over your clit, making you suck in a sharp intake of air.

‘’Ohhhh fuck!’’ you moaned loudly and closed your legs, trapping Chris’ hand.

‘’UH…fuck no baby girl. Open,’’ he said and let out a laugh. You were so sensitive and he fucking loved it. You bit her bottom lip and opened your legs again, letting Chris resume what he had started. ‘’That’s it baby,’’ he whispered into your ear. He had only lightly circled your clit three times, agonizingly slowly before your breathing labored and a tremble shot through your body, lifting your heels off the ground.

‘’Ooo, you’re so fucking horny,’’ he said and pulled his hand away. "Oh fuck, Chris!" you half screamed, "Pleassee! It’s you! You make me too horny"

‘’Were you playing with your little pussy before I got here?’’ Chris asked

‘’I fucking was! I wanted you all day!’’ you spat out

Chris’ dick once again twitched in his shorts,‘’Did you feel my cross hairs focus on your neck and chest today while I was hunting you?’’ Chris asked making his way back to stand in front of you.

‘’I did. I felt your eyes on me all day,’’ you said and grin formed on the corners of your lips. ‘’I was waiting for you to catch me. I only got wetter and hornier as the day passed.’’

Chris smirked, ‘’When I pull my trigger finger, my bullet is going to lodge inside your heart…forever.’’

‘’It already has,’’ you breathed with a shaky voice. Everything about this situation was so enthralling, the desire for him was overwhelming

Chris licked his lips, ‘’not quite yet. There is much more to come,’’ he said and you dropped your eyes ‘’I’m about to blow my load so if I can control it for a few minutes, so can you,’’ he said. You lifted your eyes again and stared at him, your eyes locked to his as he glared at you with an intensity that melted your soul. He moved closer to you and slid a finger into you and your eyes closed uncontrollably, dropping your head as the heat rushed through your body. He cupped your chin with his free hand and lifted your face, "Look at me baby, I want to watch you cum." He slid a second finger deep inside, hooking them upward and working them against your sweet spot, while his thumb brushed over your clit. "Oh, yes, yes…FUCCCKKKKK" you screamed as your eyes grew big "Not yet baby, hold on a little while longer!" he said but when he saw your stomach muscles tighten and you stood up on the very edge of your tippy toes he grinned. ‘’Let go of the bar at the last minute if you need to okay…I’m right here, I got you, baby girl.’’ He didn’t ease up, he finger fucked you until you were writhing and you obeyed with guileless pleasure, craving more and more of what was come to come after.

‘’Chris,’’ you breathed not able to hold back any longer as your muscles started to spasm. Every. Single. Muscle.

‘’Fuck yes, cum for me baby,’’ he said and slipped his free arm around your waist. He held you as your orgasm ripped through your body with a ferocity and you came undone, letting go of the bar above your head… and the pent up orgasm. Chris held you to him, your body moulding into his as you shook and twitched, your juices splashing against his hand, and ran down your legs as you got lost in the throes of your orgasm.

You had rode it out in Chris arms, your own arms holding onto him, your fingers sinking into his tight muscles. Finally, catching your breath, you lifted your face to his and kissed him with an intensity you had never felt before.

Your hands slid down his chest, over his stomach, where he sucked in a breath, to his shorts and you eagerly pulled at them. With your orgasm and the excitement, your hands were trembling slightly and you fumbled causing Chris to let out a little laugh as he pulled from the kiss. He hooked his thumbs into the elastic band and pushed them down just as your eyes fell down between you both. His solid, rock-hard dick bounced free and hit you on your stomach. You lifted your eyes to meet his, only to see his pupils dilating.

‘’Ooo, no underwear,’’ you said and Chris smiled as you snaked down his body to your knees. You sucked in a breath as you stared at his perfect dick. It stood up straight, proudly into the air, long, thick, and begging to be touched…to be pleasured…to release the ever-growing pressure. You lifted your hand and curled your small fingers around it, causing Chris to close his eyes and weave his fingers into your hair. You smiled when a drop of pre-cum squeezed out the tip, forming right in front of your eyes. A fleeting thought of whether you had seen anything more erotic came to mind. The answer was no. Your eyes lifted and looked at Chris who had opened his eyes again, and was looking down at you, a seductive smile on his face.

‘’You have a per….no there are no words…it’s better than perfect,’’ you said so earnestly, Chris felt his heart expand for you even more. Your eyes fell back down to the perfection in your hand and just as the pre-cum started to move to run over his head, you flicked your tongue out and caught the bead with the very tip of your tongue.

‘’Ohhh fuck,’’ Chris said as you smiled pulling your tongue back into your mouth. The sight of your tongue darting out to catch the pre-cum and the feeling of just the tip touching him with just the right pressure for mere seconds almost had him shooting his load right then but he pulled his shit together. The pre-cum was warm and salty but with a tiny hint of sweetness. You had never tasted anything better.

You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue once more before you swirled your tongue around his smooth head like it was your favourite lolly pop. Chris moaned, spurring you on so you sucked in a good breath of air before closing your lips around him and slid your hot, wet mouth down his shaft.

‘’Jesus baby girl, your mouth is fucking hot!’’ he said as his fingers curled tighter in your hair, while simultaneously pushing your head further down on his dick. You relaxed your throat muscles and Chris slid down, drawing a lengthy moan out of him.

‘’Fuckk you’re tight,’’ he breathed as his dick filled your throat. He pulled back slightly and then pushed deep again, slowly fucking your throat. You could feel him growing bigger and harder with each and every stroke, though he let you catch you breath when need but you was a pro at filling your lungs and holding your breath. You knew he wouldn’t be able to, nor want to hold back very long and you also knew that deep throating brought forth enormous amount of cum which always excited you.

‘’(Y/n)…oh shit…I’m cumming,’’ he said through clenched teeth and buried himself deep at the back of your throat, his grip in your hair tightening even more as a loud, primal, animalist groan escaped him. He unloaded hot, thick streams, which you eagerly drank down

When Chris saw his knuckles white with his grip, he pulled back, sliding his slick dick coated with saliva out of your throat and mouth, while easing his grip. He ran his hands down your head, over your cheeks and cupped them, then he lifted your face, as you gasped and sucked in air. He smiled down at you and you looked up at him with tears in your eyes but you smiled brightly and let out a giggle.

‘’Fuck that was hot,’’ he said and moved his right hand to brush his thumb over saliva on your chin, a thin string still hanging between you, attached to your chin, and his slick cock coated in your spit.

You then stood up with the help of Chris and he immediately pushed his lips to yours in a passionate, deep kiss. He deepened the kiss even more, pulling you to closer to him, letting you melt into him. A moan escaped you, and Chris placed his hands on your ass and squeezed, wanting so much more of you.

‘’I need to you fuck you,’’ he said pulling back from the kiss and he lifted a hand then smacked your sweet cheek, causing you to yelp and squeal at the same time. He knew that stung like hell. Chris, being Chris, rubbed it gently but gave you a cheeky grin.

‘’On the bed baby’’ he said

‘’You only just came,’’ you said and walked a few short steps to the bed and jumped onto it.

‘’I have a phenomenal recovery time,’’ Chris said not far behind you

‘’Phenominal!? That’s… a big word,’’ you said with a giggle

‘’Shhhh,’’ he said with a laugh and reached out, then grabbed the top of your foot, making her squeal. He yanked you to the edge of the bed, close to him.

Smiling at Chris, you opened your legs causing Chris’ eyes to widen. His mouth dropped open and his eyes shifted between looking at your pussy to your face a couple times. He sucked in a breath and ran his hands through his hair. ‘’Holy shit. How are you doing that? You…oh…you can do that because you’re a dancer?’’

You laughed and nodded your head. Chris bit his bottom lip and grabbed his dick then started pumping with great fervent. He ran his eyes over you again, and you cocked a perfect brow.

‘’I want you to rub one out and cum all over me, but I thought you wanted to fuck me?’’ you asked

Chris let out a laugh, ‘’fuck yes…I’m deciding if I want to lick you, fuck you or just stare at the most perfect pussy I have ever seen,’’ he said

‘’Thing is, I can’t keep my legs open like this forever,’’ you said and indicated to your legs. You had learned from an early age that you were double-jointed and with dancing, especially ballet, you could easily do splits and bend your body into ridiculous ways.

Chris smiled at you and bent down. He flattened his tongue against your pussy and pulled it up slowly. You gasped, rolled your eyes back and gripped the blankets either side of you.

‘’Oh that’s fucking good,’’ Chris said and before you could even open your eyes he slammed into you, driving his dick deep into you.

‘’OOOOH FUUUUCK!’’ you screamed as your eyes snapped open. Chris was relentless with his thrusts, each time going to depths you didn't know existed, but it felt so fucking good, it was mere seconds before you felt the familiar tingles of of an orgasm approaching. So did Chris. The smile he was wearing the whole time widened as your tight pussy fluttered around his cock.

‘’Fuck yes baby, come on my dick,’’ Chris said

You pushed herself up onto your forearms wanting to see his big dick slide in and out of your pussy – that and his moans and groans set you over the edge and an orgasm rocketed through you, knocking you back down to the bed. You wanted to draw your legs up but Chris was holding onto them, keeping them open only fueling the orgasm even more. You exploded all over his dick as you trembled and shook, reveling in your orgasm. Your moans and groans seemed to bounce off the wood paneling for walls, which in turn only spurred Chris more. There was nothing sweeter to his ears than a woman cumming.

‘’Holy fuck,’’ Chris said and just as your pussy eased the vice grip around his dick he felt it starting over.

‘’Again?’’ he asked and you nodded as one orgasm rolled into another. It felt like waves at the shore when the ocean pulled back at night to worship the moon. They always seemed to roll into one another, never having much of a break between the tides.

‘’Good girl,’’ Chris said and grabbed your throat, closing his hand around it. You loved that he didn’t want to choke the air out you, but he gripped it just enough to where it was highly erotic and enough to send you over the edge. Your pleasure increased and you orgasmed once again. He watched your eyes roll back, your body shake and tremble as you gripped the blanket so hard your knuckles turned white.

Chris slowed down and then came to a complete stop and leaned over you. He pulled you into a hug, wrapping his arms around you, his one hand going behind your head to support you while you rode your electrifying orgasm out. When you stopped twitching, he pushed his lips to your damp temple.

‘’You okay baby?’’ he asked softly, almost a whisper

It took you a second to answer but you answered with, ‘’you’re a beast. I’ve never felt better.’’

Chris laughed and pushed his lips to your temple one more time and loosened his grip on you, ‘’my turn, I’m so fucking close. On your knees, precious girl’’ he said and you laughed with a nod but your laugh was cut short when Chris pulled out slowly, eliciting a low moan from you both.

You both then looked to the windows when more thunder rumbled and the rain came down even harder, if possible, as you turned around and moved further up the bed.

‘’You’re coming back to the cabin right babe?’’ Chris asked

‘’Yeah, of course,’’ you said and looked over your shoulder and gave him a wink as you wriggled your ass.

Chris let out a laugh and got onto the bed behind you. He stabled himself, digging his knees into the mattress and smacked your ass, leaving it glowing red.

You let out a yelp and then moaned, falling to your forearms. Chris, both hands on your ass cheeks, spreading you open as you ground back into him. You spread her arms out in front of you now, gripping the sheets in anticipation but Chris surprised you and reached for them, then pulled them back and pinned them to you with one hand.

‘’Oooh,’’ you moaned out, partially muffled by your head pressing into the bed. You were forcing your ass up higher as you arched your back; it was a magnificent site that Chris wished he had more time to admire but he was about to lose his shit if he didn’t cum and he knew he could have that view any time he wanted.

Chris lowered his cock, lined up to your pretty, wet pussy, your juices still running down your thighs, and pushed himself into you. You were tight as fuck, but the wetness helped him slip in relatively easy, drawing groans from both of them.

‘’Holy shit, that’s deep, Chris…,’’ you moaned as Chris bottomed out. He held it for a brief moment, taking the time to appreciate you; your gorgeous face, mouth agape, hair a mess and he watched as a bead of sweat ran down your spine. More than anything, he appreciated you for just being yourself. You worked the saint side so well and also managed to also work the ain’t side with ease.

Chris then pulled back slowly enjoying how your pussy wanted to suck him back in as he pulled along your wet, silky walls, drawing a long moan from you. He almost pulled out but he plunged back in and immediately sped the tempo way up, you were only able to squirm and take it. Your legs started to tremble as the bed rocked, and he knew you were close. Your breath quickened and he saw your cheeks flush.

Chris let go of your arms and grabbed your throat, gently but firmly and pulled you up to him. As you came, exploding around him, he knew…he knew he wanted this every day for the rest of his life.

"I’m going to marry you baby girl. Sooner than you think," he murmured into your ear, then, ‘’oh fuck I’m gonna cum.’’

‘’Give it to me Chris,’’ you hissed, ‘’fill me up, I want it all! I want your baby.’’

That was it for Chris, lights out. As hard as you had made him cum earlier, it was nothing compared to what you were doing to him in that moment. He emptied his whole soul into you, and you kept rocking against each other as you milked all the cum out of his aching balls to spill over and mix with your juices.

‘’Baby,’’ Chris said after he had pulled his shorts on, and watched as you pulled on your panties. You looked up and smiled at him. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you down onto his lap as he sat on the bed. You put your arms around his neck as he snaked an arm around your waist, ‘’I really loved and enjoyed our game today but I don’t want to ever pretend we’re strangers again. It was fun while it lasted but I love what we have…I love you.’’

You smiled and bit your bottom lip as you ran your hand along his stubbly jawline, ‘’I agree. When we started talking at the café, I guess we both ran with this game, but you were brilliant,’’ you said and thought about how it all happened…

The triplets had arranged to hire a Cabin for a little over a week but you were unable to go with Chris, Matt, Nick, and Maddie because you couldn’t take off from your job on the day the guys had left, but you knew your brother and his girlfriend were also hiring a cabin so, you decided to hitch a ride with them on the following day.

As much as you wanted to, you didn’t to go to Chris’ cabin to let him know you had arrived because it was the middle of the night, and in the morning you didn’t think they were awake yet, so you went to the café. That’s when it all started. Chris had known there was a little game going on because instead of your usual running up to him and jumping into his arms when you saw him, you played cool and then pretend that you didn’t know him. Just two strangers meeting for the first time. He played along and the game went from first gear to fourth in a matter of minutes. It wasn’t what either of you expected but it was fun from the get go.

You drew your attention back to Chris, ‘’Your bullet to my heart is firmly lodged there, Chris. It was from the get-go. I’ve loved you for a year and it’s never wavered...it never will, and we have the best fucking sessions ever. I’ve been living with you for 6 months -’’

‘’I meant what I said,’’ Chris said cutting you off eager to get out what he wanted to say. He cupped your cheek with a hand, ‘’I want to marry you soon. I want children with you. I have my career with my brothers, the best family I could ask for, I have you…and as selfish as it sounds I want more.’’

‘’Then more is what you’ll get,’’ you said excitedly and pushed your lips to his.

‘’I love that I have my little saint right now but I want my little ain’t back tomorrow as usual,’’ he said when you parted from the kiss

‘’Hell yes!’’ you said with a giggle and you both got up to leave to the cabin you and Chris were sharing with his brothers, as originally planned. Thank you for reading, I appreciate you so much. Each and every comment, like and share is amazing. You are loved! The Matt Cabin story should be out this coming week!

(S)aint - for the OC babies.

Chris stepped out of the cabin after Matt, closing the door behind himself. He drew in a deep breath, filling his lungs with the cool, crisp morning air. The wilderness air really was different to the air quality in the concrete jungles. Though it was early fall, and not too cold yet, it was a little mild, and Chris zipped up his favourite grey hoodie. He then adjusted his fitted hat and draped an arm over Matt’s shoulders when he reached him.

‘’You doing good?’’ Chris asked

Matt smiled, ‘’yeah, thanks. You?’’ Matt asked and Chris pulled his arm from Matt’s shoulders and jumped the last few steps down, his Converse covered feet landing on the soft, wet grass.

‘’Yeah, I’m good, as long as you and Nick are okay,’’ Chris said, and wanting desperately to make his brother laugh because he knew he was going through a hard time with anxiety, he pulled a face, sticking his tongue out.

His goal was achieved when Matt burst out laughing, then he asked, ‘’Was Nick and Maddie still sleeping?’’

‘’Yup,’’ Chris said with a smile and nod. ‘’See you later,’’ Chris said and started walking off as he pushed his hands into his pockets. Chris planned on taking a long walk to contemplate ideas for their videos, along with just enjoying nature and the scenic walk. The smell of rich soil and damp earth filled his nostrils, while the sounds of nature around him made him feel somewhat primal. Raw in nature.

Half an hour later, Chris walked into a little café that catered to the people who hired the cabins - it was a larger log cabin that they transformed into a café where people could buy the bare essentials. They also had a few tables and chairs so people could sit and sip on steaming hot coffee while having a serving of fresh cream cake.

Chris was walking to the fridges to grab a Pepsi since he hadn't realised his morning walk would leave him parched, when he saw her. The stunningly beautiful woman who danced her way to the fridge from the chips rack, holding her phone in one hand, also gripping a packet of chips between her fingers. Chris took a logical guess that she was wearing buds and listening to music as his eyes followed her, a smile playing on his lips. She was wearing a pair of ripped jeans that rode low on her hips, black Converse, and a black fitted t-shirt showing off enough flesh to tease but leaving him wanting more. She was cute, petite, five-three maybe; she was a little thing and he could tell she had taken dance classes in one form or another. She had dark, almost black hair that flowed down her back and she wore little make-up; she didn’t have to. She had amazing big eyes with long lashes, pink lips that were full and a complexion most woman would die for. The only make-up she was wearing was black eyeliner.

She twirled just before she got to the fridge, her head bopping up and down to the beat of the music. She opened the fridge door and grabbed a bottle of water and then closed the door again with a swing of her hip. Chris smiled widely as she danced all the way to the counter to pay. He hurried to the back of the café and went to grab a Pepsi hoping she would hang around for a few minutes so he could catch her. He glanced over his shoulder at the cash registrar and sighed silently with relief – there were two people who had been working there since they arrived at the cabin and one was a chatter, while the other was a head nodder and silent the rest of the time. The latter was working today and he thanked his lucky stars for once again giving him a helping hand. It meant he could get out of the café that much quicker.

Chris smiled at the older man behind the cash registrar. Everything there was very dated, but it was clearly intended – from the cash registrar to the man who had a large beard and a pipe hanging from his mouth. Chris put his change down and the elderly man removed his pipe from his mouth and spoke for the first time to Chris, ‘’her name is Shayla. Shae for short. 20 years old. A little dancer, I think, and I saw her doing backflips and what not this morning before we even opened,’’ he said in a deep, gruff voice.

Chris flashed him a smile but raised his brows in question. The man let out a guttural, deep laugh.

‘’I saw you watching her. Young guy like you and a fiery little thing like her? I think you two suit each other. I may not talk much, but I listen and observe. You’re a good guy, along with your brothers and she’s a sweet, kind girl,’’ he said and shrugged his broad shoulders.

‘’Thanks,’’ Chris said and scratched his day old stubble, ‘’I appreciate you.’’

‘’Go. Go find her,’’ the old man said and popped his pipe back into his mouth and shooed Chris out, motioning with his hands, making Chris laugh as he hurried out of the cafe.

As he stepped out the doors, his eyes darted around in every direction looking for the beautiful dancer. For a second he thought he was shit out of luck and was going to claim his thanks back from his lucky stars but they were working overtime in his favor. She was standing on the wrap-around porch, to his left looking over the fantastic view of the trees with a small babbling brook running past the café. She let out a giggle as a squirrel sat on the wooden railing, not far from her, cleaning it’s self.

Chris smiled to himself; he adored the way she giggled and he certainly wanted to hear more. She looked innocent…like a little saint, but he also knew that it was the innocent looking ones that sometimes held the wildest sides and they often played their cards close to their chests. That was the fun part about them. Little freaks in the sheets but innocent in everyday life.

Shayla looked over her shoulder when she felt a pair of eyes her. While she would normally get an unsettled feeling when that happened, this time, she just felt the eyes but thought nothing of it, only curious to see who it was.

‘’Hi,’’ she said with a big, brilliant, bright smile that had Chris aroused already. She turned from her spot after grabbing her bottled water and packet of chips off the railing where she had set them down then walked over to Chris. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her and though he knew he was staring, he couldn’t help it. She was a breath of fresh air, while simultaneously and contradictory, she also took his breath away. She was an absolutely stunning woman.

She stopped at the end of the railing, opposite him, where the stairs were and she turned her back to him and leaned against the railing, looking over the view before them.

‘’Hey,’’ Chris said and stepped up to her in a few short steps, and leaned against the railing, propping his elbows onto it, his hands clasped around his Pepsi. ‘’It’s a nice day.’’

‘’Mmm,’’ she said said and started giggling

‘’What?’’ Chris asked with a chuckle, swinging his head to look at her

‘’Funny how we as humans have to make small talk before we actually get to where we want to be. We talk about everything from the weather to how boring it is to watch paint dry before we actually say what we what to say. Do you think animals do that? I think animals skip all the small talk just get to the bottom line,’’ she said and nodded in the direction of the squirrel.

Chris laughed and lifted a his hand to his mouth and lightly played with his lips for a few seconds, while deep in thought of her… somewhat… profound philosophy.

She watched the man next to her and she shifted from one foot to the other, loving what she saw. His sparking blue eyes had her lost for a few seconds when she seen them and the way he was playing with his lips…she was dangerously close to letting out a moan, and that alone would have been enough for her to fall to her knees for him. His lips were lush that reminded her of pillows – soft but firm and his fingers made her quiver inside, knowing exactly what she wanted him to do with them.

‘’You’re right,’’ Chris said, pulling her from her thoughts as he dropped his hand to the railing and turned to face her, now leaning sideways against the railing.

‘’I know I am,’’ she said softly and turned as he did, to face him. ‘’I’m Shayla.’’

Chris laughed at her confidence, loving it. ‘’I’m Chris. You got a cabin here?’’ Chris asked

Shayla smiled, loving how he squeezed his eyes closed briefly when he laughed. ‘’Yeah… I came with my brother and his girlfriend but they want to rough it out, so they are going camping later today on the other side of the river. I’ll probably practice some dancing…since I’ll be all alone.’’

‘’You dance?’’ Chris asked trying hard to sound surprised

‘’Uh-huh. Ballet, modern, street…anything really,’’ she said and smiled as a sexy but devilish smiled formed on his lips

‘’Do you like camping?’’ Chris asked and she let out a laugh

‘’I’m more a cabin girl. I don’t like camping. I don’t like fishing, and I don’t like hiking. My brother and his girlfriend are the campers,’’ she replied

Chris laughed. FUCK he had a sexy laugh! ‘’What about hunting?’’ he asked

She gave him a stupefied look and she dropped her head and leaned slightly forward, looking at herself, then she stood up straight again and looked back at Chris, ‘’me?’’ she asked in a high pitched voice.

‘’Yes, you,’’ Chris said as he burst out laughing

‘’I also hate hunting,’’ she said unequivocally. It was a stern, hard no.

‘’That’s too bad,’’ Chris said with a smirk, ‘’I love hunting, but I like to let my prey know that I’m hunting them.’’

She tilted her head to the side a fraction and chewed on her bottom lip for a second. The confusion on her face, the way she furrowed her perfect eyebrows made Chris want to grab her and kiss her. Her bottom lip bounced back into place and Chris felt a shudder in his body and his dick grew even bigger and longer along his thigh.

‘’Just like me, you don’t look like a hunter. But wouldn’t that scare them away? To let them know you were hunting them?’’ she asked

‘’Not really,’’ he said and leaned in closer to her, though he made sure to study her closely as he proceeded, ‘’the reason I’m telling you this is because I’ve decided that you’re my prey. As soon I catch you alone I’m going to fuck you.’’

He didn’t know what to expect from her but it sure wasn’t the response he got. He was rolling the dice and hoping it landed in his favour, but she was the one who ultimately put the idea into his thoughts. However, she could very well have told him to fuck off…he would have even expected a smack to the cheek or fist to his mouth.

However, she didn’t even flinch when he had said that. Nor did she gasp, instead she slowly lifted her big eyes until they met his. She blinked, and the tiniest of tiniest smiles played on her lips.

‘’That’s not going to happen,’’ she said leaning even in even closer, her voice low, ‘’how do you know I won’t tell my brother you’re threatening me?’’

Chris laughed, ‘’it’s not a threat. It’s a promise and you’re not going to tell him because you don’t think I’ll catch you, even though you’re hoping I will.’’

‘’You’ve got quite and ego there, Chris’’ she said pulling back. ‘’I have to go. Enjoy the rest of your stay here.’’

As she walked past him, he grabbed her wrist, and leaned in closer again, his lips so close to her ear, they brushed over her soft hair. He inhaled the soft scent of orange blossom before he continued, ‘’I’ve got an F and C and I’ve got a K too and the only that’s missing is a bitch like U,’’ he whispered and she closed her eyes for a second, her breath hitching in her throat. A shiver ran over her spine and she bit her bottom lip so hard, she thought she might draw blood.

The soft chuckle he let out had her opening her eyes again as she pulled her wrist from his grip. ‘’If you mess with me, you don’t know how much of a bitch I can be,’’ she said and carried on walking, then turned and hurried down the stairs.

‘’Run, my little prey, run,’’ he said with a laugh as he looked down at her walking away towards the thick of the trees. He loved the little swing of her hips.

‘’Stay away from me motherfucker,’’ she called out and lifted her hand above her head then gave him the middle finger, ‘’You’ll never catch me. It’ll take you years. 15 years, at least.’’

‘’What?’’ Chris yelled after her, but she only lifted her other hand and flipped him off, now with two hands shaking in the air.

Chris watched her disappear through the trees on a path, then he turned around and bit his bottom lip in thought. ‘’15 years?’’ Chris whispered to himself and it suddenly dawned him. He clicked his fingers and smiled widely. He was at cabin 10 and though the cabins were spaced far apart in secluded spots, he knew exactly were cabin 15 was.

Shayla yanked the big wooden door open when the incessant knocking would not stop.

‘’What?’’ she asked and then blew some hair off her face. He smiled to himself when he saw how flushed her face was.

‘’Hey,’’ Chris said with his smile that made her legs absolutely weak. ''Am I interrupting? Did you maybe get a little tired of waiting for me to catch you?''

‘’You! What are you doing here?’’ she asked, ignoring his latter questions. He knew damn well what she doing!

Chris raked his eyes over her perfect body. She had on nothing but a pair of panties and a t-shirt that looked like she attacked with a pair of scissors. The print on the front was now only half visible and the t-shirt fell just barely below her breasts. In fact, he could just see the bottom, bare flesh of them curving up making him grin wider – it was one of the hottest things to see. It was teasing. Perfect. Everything was perfect – she was perfect, her breasts were perfect and his timing was perfect because he had hoped she would be wearing very little because he wasn’t in the mood to peel away jeans or anything else. His dick had been throbbing all day and was in no mood to fuss with clothes.

‘’Catching my prey,’’ he said in a low voice

The voice had her sucking in a breath. She bit her bottom lip but then frowned at him, ‘’you’re really late. I know you were hunting me all day…you sure as shit do make it known to your pray huh? You followed me down to the river and still you didn’t catch me. Now you turn up? It’s the middle of the night,’’ she said and started closing the door but Chris lifted a hand and placed it on the door and pushed it open again. She was no match to his strength.

‘’You’re a dick,’’ she hissed as she stumbled backwards slightly from the force of the door

‘’Oh, I think you love dicks,’’ he said, a sly smile curving on his lips, ‘’I have a feeling you like assholes too.’’

‘’Love. I love assholes, more specifically, my own,’’ she corrected him, crossing her arms over her chest

‘’Hmmm,’’ he said and as he started walking slowly towards her, pushing the door closed with one good push behind him. ‘’I’m sure you do. You’re a nasty little one aren’t you?’’

She glared at him and Chris cocked a brow as his hand shot out, flew past her head, and quickly gathered her hair into a fist and pulled her hair, making her tilt her head back so she looked up at him. Oh, he was good! She didn’t see that coming and he was so fast she didn’t have time to make a move.

Just then a flash of lightening hit really close and lit the cabin up through all the windows. Thunder boomed and rumbled loudly around them. Chris looked over his shoulder as rain started pouring down, hitting the windows like little pebbles. With his attention on the rain, he loosened his grip and Shayla turned on her heels and ran before Chris could react.

‘’Fuck,’’ Chris yelled as his head shot around and saw an empty space in front of him and his hand still out stretched and void of hair. He curled his fingers up in a fist and looked to the stairs as she took them two at a time, the thumping of her feet on the hardwood floors echoing around the cabin. He grinned and shook his head.

‘’Shae!’’ Chris called and pulled his socks off, discarding them along the way. He had taken his shoes off at the door before he knocked because he stepped in a puddle of mud as he made his way to Shayla in he dark and he didn’t want to track mud into the cabin.

He ran up the stairs also taking two at a time, pulling his shirt at the hem, up and over his head. He tossed it aside and it flew over the railing and then floated down, then pooled on the floor below. When he reached the landing, it was dark, except for one room where a thin sliver of light escaped from under a closed door.

‘’Gotcha,’’ Chris said with a smirk and walked to the door and pushed it open. It swung open and Shayla stood in the middle of the room, looking like a dear in headlights. She swallowed hard and clasped her hands together under her chin.

‘’You’re so fucking beautiful,’’ Chris said, scanning her body with his eyes, from her little feet, her toe nails painted in black, to the top of her head, where his eyes rested. He locked eyes with her and scrutinized them, trying to find confirmation that she was still game for this. Her eyes flicked up fast above his head and then they quickly dropped down back to his blue sparking eyes.

Chris grinned and her eyes flashed with with lust as she let her hands drop to her sides. Her eyes once again left his and she looked him over, just standing in his grey shorts with a C on them. C for Chris, she thought but knew better. She shifted on her spot, spreading her legs just a fraction as her pussy pulsed and soaked her panties. He was one sexy fucker and he knew it.

‘’Shae,’’ Chris said and she lifted her eyes to his, ‘’come here.’’

Shayla bit her bottom lip and lifted one foot and placed it in front of the other and started walking to him like she was hypnotised. When she stopped in font of Chris, a feint smile played on her lips.

‘’Don’t you think,’’ Chris said and once again, his hand shot out and he grabbed a handful of hair, ‘’you should lock the doors when you’re trying to escape a hunter?’’

‘’Fuck you,’’ Shayla said and Chris pulled her head back, tilting her head up as his head descended, planting his lips on hers. Chris felt a shift in his shorts and knew the monster was wide awake. His other arm wrapped around her slender waist, pulling her body against his tightly, her tits crushed against his chest as he kissed her. Her tongue drove forward, parting her full lips and slipping into his mouth, and he could only reciprocate. Their tongues swirled and danced together in a hot, hungry, needy kiss. His hand roamed from around her waist to her delicious ass. She moaned into his mouth, as he squeezed her perfect tight ass.

‘’Fuck,’’ Chris said pulling from the kiss. His dick was aching and throbbing, pre-cum soaking into his shorts. He pulled her panties down in one smooth, fast motion and they fell to her feet as he grabbed the t-shirt she was wearing on yanked it over her head.

A moan travelled up his throat slowly and escaped his lips when he looked down at her titties. They were more than perfect and her hard little nipples were pieced with two silver barbells gleaming in the light. He let out a growl entangled with a laugh and he ducked his head, ‘’a saint you ain’t,’’ Chris said just before his mouth latched on a breast.

‘’Oh fuuuuck,’’ Shayla moaned as she threw her head back. Chris turned her around, still sucking on her tits wondering if he would ever get enough, and pushed her back into the door. She slammed into it, her back making contact with it, causing a loud thud. A laugh of pleasure escaped her and Chris lifted his head and grabbed her wrists. His eyes zoomed around the room but he found nothing convenient until his eyes fell on the door. Above her, was a wooden pole attached to the door so that, he guessed, people could hang coats or jacks on. He took both her wrists in his left hand and reached up with his right, then he curled his hand around the pole and pulled down with all his might. It was securely attached so he pulled his hand away as he lifted hers up.

‘’We have to make do with this,’’ he said and placed her hands on the bar. She had to stand up straighter as she curled her hands and fingers around it, and every muscle pulled but it felt good. She was used to burning muscles in dancing and it wasn’t too bad when she stood on her tippy toes, but for now, she planted her feet flat on the floor. It only meant her arms stretched to their maximum limit and burned but this was worth it,.

‘’You okay baby girl?’’ Chris asked softly and let go of her hands. He then ran his fingers over her cheek and along her jaw till they stopped under her chin.

‘’Mhm, I’m good,’’ she replied with a confident smile

‘’Don’t let go,’’ he said sternly and tipped head her up even more with his fingers under her chin

She nodded and Chris pushed her legs further apart with his foot, her smooth pussy shiny with excitement. He reached down and ran his finger through her slit as she moaned and her breathing got heavy…faster… her titties pushing out with every out breath, taunting him. Chris breathed in her scent that reminded him of hot summer days…maybe a beachy coconut scent. It only made him want to eat her out all that much more.

Chris lowered his head and sucked her tits, one by one, taking turns, licking sucking hard and nipping at them with his teeth. His dick growing painfully hard as he listen to her little gasps and moans. The warm and wetness of his mouth had her positively reeling and squirming. When she arched her back, wanting him to take more, needing him to take more, he gave a nipple one last hard suck before pulling away.

Her eyes snapped open and Chris gave her a cocky grin and moved around her, then behind her letting her rest her weight against him, his hard cock pressing into the small of her back, only arousing her more. His one hand trailed down her taut belly, purposely taking his sweet time knowing she wanted it so bad.

‘’Chris, it’s not going to take me long,’’ she breathed, her hips bucking, reaching, desperate for him to get her off. ‘"Don't you dare fucking cum until I tell you," he whispered the order in her ear and goosebumps ran over her arms as she gave a short nod just before he slid his finger over her clit, making her suck in a sharp intake of air.

‘’Ohhhh fuck!’’ she moaned loudly and closed her legs, trapping Chris’ hand.

‘’UH…fuck no baby girl. Open,’’ he said and let out a laugh. She was so sensitive and he fucking loved it. She bit her bottom lip and opened her legs again, letting Chris resume what he had started. ‘’That’s it baby, he whispered into her ear. He had only lightly circled her clit three times, agonizingly slowly before her breathing labored and a tremble shot through her body, lifting her heels off the ground.

‘’Ooo, you’re so fucking horny,’’ he said and pulled his hand away. "Oh fuck, Chris!" she half screamed, "Pleassee! It’s you! You make me too horny"

‘’Did you feel my cross hairs focus on your neck and chest today while I was hunting you?’’ Chris asked making his way back to stand in front of her.

‘’I did. I felt your eyes on me all day,’’ she said and grin formed on the corners of her lips. ‘’I was waiting for you to catch me. I only got wetter and hornier as the day passed.’’

Chris smirked, ‘’When I pull my trigger finger, my bullet is going to lodge inside your heart…forever.’’

‘’It already has,’’ she breathed with a shaky voice. Everything about this situation was so enthralling, the desire for him was overwhelming

Chris licked his lips, ‘’not quite yet. There is much more to come,’’ he said and she dropped her eyes ‘’I’m about to blow my load so if I can control it for a few minutes, so can you,’’ he said. She lifted her eyes again and stared at him, her eyes locked to his as he glared at her with an intensity that melted her soul. He moved closer to her and slid a finger into her and her eyes closed uncontrollably, dropping her head as the heat rushed through her body. He cupped her chin with his free hand and lifted her face, "Look at me baby, I want to watch you cum." He slid a second finger deep inside, hooking them upward and working them against her sweet spot, while his thumb brushed over her clit. "Oh, yes, yes…FUCCCKKKKK" Shayla screamed as her eyes grew big "Not yet baby, hold on a little while longer!" he said but when he saw her stomach muscles tighten and she stood up on the very edge of her tippy toes, he grinned. ‘’Let go of the bar at the last minute if you need to okay…I’m right here, I got you baby girl.’’ He didn’t ease up, he finger fucked her until she was writhing and she obeyed with guileless pleasure, craving more and more of what was come to come after.

‘’Chris,’’ she breathed not able to hold back any longer as her muscles started to spasm. Every single muscle.

‘’Fuck yes, cum for me baby,’’ he said and slipped his free arm around her waist. He held her as her orgasm ripped through her body with a ferocity and she came undone, letting go of the bar above her head… and the pent up orgasm. Chris held her to her, her body moulding into his as she shook and twitched, her juices splashing against his hand, and ran down her legs as she got lost in the throes of her orgasm.

She had rode it out in Chris arms, her own arms holding onto him, her fingers sinking into his tight muscles. Finally, catching her breath, she lifted her face to his and kissed him with an intensity she had never felt before.

Her hands slid down his chest, over his stomach, where he sucked in a breath, to his shorts and she eagerly pulled at them. With her orgasm and the excitement, her hands were trembling sightly and she fumbled causing Chris to let out a little laugh as he pulled from the kiss. He hooked his thumbs into the elastic band and pushed them down just as her eyes fell down between them. His solid, rock hard dick bounced free and hit her on her stomach. She lifted her eyes to meet his, only to see his pupils dilating.

‘’Ooo, no underwear,’’ she said and Chris smiled as she snaked down his body to her knees. She sucked in a breath as she stared at his perfect dick. It stood up straight, proudly into the air, long, thick and begging to be touched…to be pleasured…to release the ever-growing pressure. She lifted her hand and curled her small fingers around it, causing Chris to close his eyes and weave his fingers into her hair. She smiled when a drop of pre-cum squeezed out the tip, forming right in front of her eyes. A fleeting thought of whether she had seen anything more erotic came to her mind. The answer was no. Her eyes lifted and she looked at Chris who had opened his eyes again, and was looking down at her, a brilliant smile on his face.

‘’You have a per….no there are no words…it’s better than perfect,’’ she said so earnestly, Chris felt his heart expand for her even more. Her eyes fell back down to the perfection in her hand and just as the pre-cum started to move to run over his head, she flicked her tongue out and caught the bead with the tip of her tongue..

‘’Ohhh fuck,’’ Chris said as she smiled pulling her tongue back into her mouth. The sight of her tongue darting out to catch the pre-cum and the feeling of just the tip of her tongue touching him with just the right pressure for mere seconds almost had him shooting his load right then but he pulled his shit together. The pre-cum was warm and salty but with a tiny tint of sweet. She had never tasted anything better.

She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue once more before she swirled her tongue around his smooth head like it was her favourite lolly pop. Chris moaned, spurring her on so she sucked in a good breath of air before closing her lips around him and slid her hot, wet mouth down his shaft.

‘’Jesus baby girl, your mouth is fucking hot!’’ he said as his fingers curled tighter in her hair, while simultaneously pushing her head further down on his dick. She relaxed her throat muscles and Chris slid down, drawing a lengthy moan out of him. ‘’Fuckk you’re tight,’’ he breathed as his dick filled her throat. He pulled back slightly and pushed deep again, slowly fucking her throat. She could feel him growing bigger and harder with each and every stroke, though he let her catch her breath when need but she was a pro at filling her lungs and holding her breath. She knew he wouldn’t be able to, nor want to hold back very long and she knew that deep throating brought forth enormous amount of cum which always excited her.

‘’Shae…oh shit…I’m cumming,’’ he said through clenched teeth and buried himself deep at the back of her throat, his grip in her hair tightening even more as a loud, primal, animalist groan escaped him. He unloaded hot, thick streams which she eagerly drank down

When Chris saw his knuckles white with his grip, he pulled back, sliding his slick dick coated with saliva out of her throat and mouth, while easing his grip. He ran his hands down her head, over her cheeks and cupped them, then he lifted her face, as she gasped and sucked in air. He smiled down at her and she looked up at him with tears in her eyes but she smiled brightly and let out a giggle.

‘’Fuck that was hot,’’ he said and moved his right hand to brush his thumb over saliva on her chin, a thin string still hanging between them, attached to her chin and his slick cock.

Shayla then stood up with the help of Chris and he immediately pushed his lips to hers in a passionate, deep kiss. He deepened the kiss even more, pulling her to closer to him, letting her melt into him. A moan escaped her, and Chris placed his hands on her ass and squeezed her wanting so much more of her.

‘’I need to you fuck you,’’ he said pulling back from the kiss and he lifted a hand then smacked her sweet cheek, causing her to yelp and squeal at the same time. He knew that stung like hell. Chris, being Chris, rubbed it gently but gave her a cheeky grin.

‘’On the bed baby’’ he said

‘’You only just came,’’ she said and walked a few short steps to the bed and jumped on it.

‘’I have a phenomenal recovery time,’’ Chris said not far behind her

‘’Phenominal!? That’s… a big word,’’ she said with a giggle

‘’Shhhh,’’ he said with a laugh and reached out, then grabbed her foot, making her squeal. He pulled her to the edge of the bed, close to him.

Smiling at Chris and opened her legs causing Chris’ eyes to widen. His mouth dropped open and his eyes shifted between looking at her pussy to her face a couple times. He sucked in a breath and ran his hands through his hair. ‘’Holy shit. You…oh…you can do that because you’re a dance?’’

She laughed and nodded her head. Chris bit his bottom lip and grabbed his dick then started pumping with great fervent. He ran his eyes over her again, and she cocked a perfect brow.

‘’I want you to rub one out and cum all over me, but I thought you wanted to fuck me?’’ she asked

Chris let out a laugh, ‘’fuck yes…I’m deciding if I want to lick you, fuck you or just stare at the most perfect pussy I have ever seen,’’ he said

‘’Thing is, I can’t keep my legs open like this forever,’’ she said and indicated to her legs. She had learned from an early age that she was double jointed and with her dancing she could easily do splits and bend her body into ridiculous ways.

Chris smiled at her and bent down. He flattened his tongue against her pussy and pulled it up slowly. Shayla gasped, rolled eyes back and gripped the blankets either side of her.

‘’Oh that’s fucking good,’’ Chris said and before Shayla could even open her eyes he slammed into her, driving his dick deep into her.

‘’OOOOH FUUUUCK!’’ Shayla screamed as her eyes snapped open. Chris was relentless with his thrusts, each time going to depths she didn't know existed, but it felt so fucking good, it was mere seconds before she felt the familiar tingles of of an orgasm approaching. So did Chris. The smile he was wearing the whole time widened as her tight pussy fluttered around his cock.

‘’Fuck yes baby, come on my dick,’’ Chris said

Shayla pushed herself up onto her forearms wanting to see his big dick slide in and out of her – that and his moans and groans set over the edge and an orgasm rocketed through her, knocking her back down to the bed. She exploded all over his dick as she trembled and shook, reveling in her orgasm. Her moans and groans seemed to bounce off the wood paneling for walls, which only spurred Chris more. There was nothing sweeter to his ears than a woman cumming.

‘’Holy fuck,’’ Chris said and just as her pussy eased the vice grip around his dick he felt it starting over.

‘’Again?’’ he asked and she nodded as one orgasm rolled into another. It felt like waves at the shore when the ocean pulled back at night to worship the moon. They always seemed to roll into into one another, never having much of a break between the tides.

‘’Good girl,’’ Chris said and grabbed her throat, closing his hand around it. She loved that he didn’t want to choke the air out her, but he gripped it just enough to where it was highly erotic and enough to send her over the edge. Her pleasure increased and she orgasmed once again. He watched her eyes roll back, her body shake and tremble as she gripped the blanket so hard her knuckles turned white.

Chris slowed down and then came to a complete stop and leaned over her. He pulled her into a hug, wrapping his arms around her, his one hand going behind her head to support her while she rode her electrifying orgasm out. When she stopped twitching, he pushed his lips to her damp temple.

‘’You okay baby?’’ he asked softly, almost a whisper

It took her a second to answer but she answered with, ‘’you’re a beast. I’ve never felt better.’’

Chris laughed and pushed his lips to her temple one more time and loosened his grip on her, ‘’my turn, I’m so fucking close. On your knees, precious girl’’ he said and she laughed with a nod but her laugh was cut short when Chris pulled out her slowly, eliciting a low moan from them both.

Both looked to the windows when more thunder rumbled and the rain continued pouring as she turned around and moved further up the bed.

‘’You’re coming back to the cabin right babe?’’ Chris asked, ‘’

‘’Yeah, of course,’’ she said and looked over her shoulder and gave him a wink as she wriggled her ass.

Chris let out a laugh and got onto the bed behind her. He stabled himself, digging his knees into the mattress and smacked her ass, leaving it glowing red.

She let out a yelp and then moaned, falling to her forearms. Chris, both hands on her ass cheeks, spreading her open as she ground back into him. She spread her arms out in front of her now, gripping the sheets in anticipation but Chris surprised her and reached for them, then pulled them back and pinned them to her with one hand.

‘’Oooh,’’ she she moaned out, partially muffled by her head pressing into the bed. She was forcing her ass up higher as she arched her back; it was a magnificent site that he wished he had more time to admire but he was about to lose his shit if he didn’t cum and he knew he could have that view any time he wanted.

Chris lowered his cock, lined up to her pretty, wet pussy, her juices still running down her thighs, and pushed himself into her. She was tight as fuck, but the wetness helped him slip in relatively easy, drawing groans from both of them.

‘’Holy shit, that’s deep, Chris…,’’ she moaned as Chris bottomed out. He held it for a brief moment, taking the time to appreciate he; her gorgeous face, mouth agape, her hair a mess and he watched as a bead of sweat ran down her spine. More than anything, he appreciated Shayla for just being herself. She worked the saint side of her so well, and managed to also work the ain’t side with ease.

Chris then pulled back slowly enjoying how her pussy wanted to suck him back in as he pulled along her wet, silky walls, drawing a long moan from her. He almost pulled out but he plunged back in and immediately sped the tempo way up, she was only able to squirm and take it. Her legs started to tremble as the bed rocked, and he knew she was close. Her breath quickened and he saw her cheeks flush red.

Chris let go of her arms and grabbed her throat, gently but firmly and pulled her up to him. As she came and exploded around him and he knew…he knew he wanted this every day for the rest of his life.

"I’m going to marry you baby girl. Sooner than you think," he murmured into her ear, then, ‘’oh fuck I’m gonna cum.’’

‘’Give it to me Chris,’’ she hissed, ‘’fill me up, I want it all! I want your baby.’’

That was it for Chris, lights out. As hard as she had made him cum earlier, it was nothing compared to what she was doing to him in that moment. He emptied his whole soul into her, and they kept rocking against each other as they milked all the cum out of his aching balls.

‘’Baby,’’ Chris said after he had pulled his shorts on, and watched as she pulled on her panties. She looked up and smiled at him. He grabbed her wrist pulled her down onto his lap as he sat on the bed. She put her arms around his neck as he snaked an arm around her waist, ‘’I really loved and enjoyed out game today but I don’t want to ever pretend we’re strangers again. It was fun while it lasted but I love what we have…I love you.’’

Shayla smiled and bit her bottom lip as she ran her hand along his stubbly jawline, ‘’I agree. When we started talking at the café, and I guess we both ran with this game, but you were brilliant,’’ she said and thought about how it all happened.

The triplets had arranged to hire a Cabin for a little over a week but she was unable to come with Chris, Matt, Nick and Maddie because she couldn’t take off from her job on the day they guys had left, but she knew her brother and his girlfriend were also hiring a cabin and she decided to hitch a ride with them on the following day.

She didn’t bother to go to Chris’ cabin to let him know they had arrived because it was the middle of the night and in the morning she didn’t think they were awake yet, so she went to the café. That’s when it all started. Chris had known there was a little game going on because instead of her usual running up to him and jumping into his arms when she saw him, she played cool and then pretended like she didn’t know him. He played along and the game went from first gear to fourth in a matter of minutes.

She drew her attention back to Chris, ‘’Your bullet to my heat is firmly lodged there Chris. It was from the get go. I’ve loved you for a year and it’s never wavered and we have the best fucking sessions ever. I’ve been living with you for 6 months -’’

‘’I meant what I said,’’ Chris said cutting her off eager to get out what he wanted to say. He cupped her cheek with a hand, ‘’I want to marry you soon. I want children with you. I have my career with my brothers, the best family I could ask for, I have you…and as selfish as it sounds I want more.’’

‘’Then more is what you’ll get,’’ she said and pushed her lips to his.

‘’I love that I have my little saint right now but I want my little ain’t back tomorrow as usual,’’ he said when they parted the kiss

‘’Hell yes!’’ she said with a giggle and they got up to leave to the cabin she and Chris were sharing with his brothers, as originally planned. Thank you so much for reading, liking, and sharing. You are appreciated and loved! The Matt cabin story should be out this coming week.

[mikedfaist]

thinking about mike and reader doing a q&a after a screening of a film they did together (maybe it’s in columbus, the theater I go to is in columbus and always has special screenings and q&a’s) and them not only being so articulate and passionate about their film but also silly and very in love even though they’re trying to be subtle (they’re not)

Put the two of them in a room together, let alone sitting side by side, and you are in for a treat.

The film is a love story about two strangers who cross paths for only a brief moment. The director talks about working with the two of them – and years after the fact once the relationship has come out – that she was merely a spectator for their own love story. She got to watch the two of them fall in love in front of the camera, and that’s what makes the film so special. They aren’t just playing their characters; they are the characters.

Most, if not all, of the dialogue in the film is adlibbed, and so the scene where Mike’s character tells her, “Whatever you want from me—I don’t care what it is, I just want to be yours,” that was coming from him. The two of them met on the first day of set, having it been kept a secret she was even a part of the film as to not instigate rumors. He recalls spotting her standing outside of her trailer, adorned in oversized sweatpants and stained UGG boots, smoking a cigarette over a cup of coffee.

“I’m quitting,” she says, rolling her eyes. “I must’ve slept through those D.A.R.E. lectures in school.”

One of the big talking points of the film – primarily with the fans – are the sex scenes. There is one scene in particular that depicts him spitting in her mouth, and then a panned out shot of him going down on her. It’s a little graphic, but the girlies love it.

She does most of the talking, describing mornings on set where Mike would bring her coffee, and the little games they would make up to pass the time. She recounts a day where Mike tackled her on the beach while playing Get Down Mr. President, and he had to cover his smile with his microphone. She also relates back to filming the intimate scenes with Mike.

“I remember when we were preparing for those scenes, he was very vocal about what I was and wasn’t comfortable with, because it’s very unscripted what we do, so communication is like massive. We also had a very lovely Intimacy Coordinator, Lynn, on set who was incredible in what she did. We’d go into these scenes and whatever happened, happened. The spitting scene—” This is where the crowd got a little noisy. “Yeah, I know…” She laughs awkwardly. “The spitting scene was something we discussed beforehand. It was like…okay, what can we do to make this a little more…” She showcases her exuberance with jazz hands. “And it worked, right?”

“I think what was so special about making this film was having such an incredible partner by my side.” She turns to look at Mike, who, again, covers his smile with his microphone. “I already got him blushing.” She gently knocks her foot into his. “I really don’t think I could have given the performance I did if it wasn’t for him. He really is just so amazing, and lovely, and just an overall remarkable person. He makes it hard not to fall in love with him.”

“One thing for me,” Mike begins. “I remember the first morning on set, and we were in hair and makeup, and she looks over at me from her chair and she’s got her hair all done back, and those undereye masks on, and she turns to me and says, ‘It’s such an honor to love you, even if it’s for a short time’, so I don’t know what she means by it’s not hard to fall in love with me, when she’s spitting out actual poetry at 6 in the morning.”

She covers her face with her hand, shaking it slightly. “I must’ve watched The Notebook the night before or something.”

One of the questions they are asked was individually, what were their favorite things to film.

Her: The bar scene where I sing karaoke… I loved that. I think we did like five different takes with five different songs. Also, the pier scene where we share a funnel cake, that was a good day. It’s always a good day when there’s a funnel cake.

Him: I was going to say the funnel cake… Uh, probably the beach scene when we are playing in the water. It was fucking cold though.

Question: What made you decide to take on this project?

Her: I loved the authenticity of it. You have these two lost people who find this safe haven in each other. It’s a love story but without that happy ending. There is no closure, but such is life. I loved how there wasn’t a dialogue script, because we really got to make our characters our own. We put a lot of ourselves in these characters, and it felt very genuine. They really do love each other, even in that short time.

Every time she speaks, Mike is sitting there with heart eyes. He absorbs everything she says. Fans in the audience mentioned that he was engulfed in her stories, and how when he would chime in with comments, she’d engage and beam right back at him. There wasn’t a moment where they weren’t smiling at each other. She at one point reaches over to squeeze his hand, and if you count, she stayed there for just a second too long.

Afterwards, some lucky fans said they saw them backstage share a long, drawn-out hug, where she rested her head in the crevice of his shoulder and neck, and he was rubbing her back. When they parted, he rubbed her shoulders and you can see her nod at something he says, before he kisses her forehead, and then part.

Some say, at first, they were bummed by what felt like an unfinished ending to the film but were quick to change their mind seeing her and Mike very much in love on stage. They are the happy ending.

[inkstainedheartbeats]

Part three of this

It’s three days after the negative pregnancy test. Three days of Steve practically tiptoeing around their apartment. And Eddie knows that it’s not personal. That Steve doesn’t even realize how soft and meek he’s gotten. Like a solid seventy-five percent of Hawkins his parents were both Betas. He knows that things weren’t shiny and happy in the Harrington household. That habits are hard to break. Look at him and his food hiding habits he still has even after living with the god amongst men that is his Uncle.

Robin knows. Robin knew the moment that Eddie called to tell her she needed to find another ride in to work. The Beta woman hasn’t left Steve’s side. Stuck to him like a limpet.

They’re sitting at the table. Steve across from Eddie, their feet touching, with Robin resting her head on Steve’s shoulder. Breakfast is growing cold in front of them.

“You said some of it was me,” Steve starts off before cutting himself off. He takes a big bite out of his eggs. Robin makes an encouraging sound from next to him.

“Look, I slept through most of health class. But when we got serious I went to Uncle Wayne.”

Admitting this gets him small smiles, Robin even reaches a hand over to place on his. He knows she’ll always take Steve’s side, that to love one means to love the other so this act of kindness is… it makes him brave.

“One of the reasons that Alphas don’t tend to bare children isn’t just society being fucking sexist. It’s because Alphas produce a hormone that neither of the other secondaries can. And like, normally it doesn’t matter. But it makes pregnancies harder on Alphas. Wayne gave me all sorts of pamphlets on Alpha health, got me in contact with an Alpha ex of his.”

He’s squeezing Robin’s hand.

“I can’t loose you, Steve. I know we’re waiting to Mark each other, I understand why we’re waiting but even without the physical evidence of it, you are my Mate. And if I lost you?”

It was the threat of losing Steve to Vecna that had him breaking the control the bastard had on him. It was the sight of Steve bleeding yet again, standing in front of El, head tilted back like Chrissy’s that had him snapping. Steve was it for him. His heart knew it before his head did and he knows Steve is much the same. He saw proof of it in how skinny Steve was. How rumpled and ill kept he was.

“I am open to children. I would love to see you round and waddling with my pups inside you, Steve, but I am a coward.”

“You’re not. You’re not a coward, Eds.”

Steve’s pushed back his chair from the table. Clambered up onto his lap. Wide hands are buried deep in his hair. They’re not kissing, not yet. Not with Robin in the room. Because kissing like this never stays kissing and while Steve tells her everything she doesn’t want a front row seat to it all.

Steve pours out his own fears. Of his father. Of his mother who tried but still failed in the grand scheme of things. His health.

“I’ve had so many concussions, Eds. Literal brain damage that will some day come and bite me in the ass.”

They’re honest with each other with Robin as their witness. It feels like confession. It feels like marriage. Like a divine oath.

“You make me feel brave, Eds. I’m not scared of this with you at my side.”

“Lady Buckley, might I advise you to flee this luxurious castle for… a couple of hours? I need to show my King just how brave he makes me feel.”

———/———/———/———/———/——

He’s still scared shitless when they test again. It’s been six months and Eddie has fucked Steve on nearly every available surface at every opportunity he can. His stomach rolls and breakfast threatens to make a reappearance. But Steve is in his lap while they sit in the tub.

He’s not quite sure why they have to be in here but something about bathrooms makes Steve feels safe so this is where he sits. He squeezes Steve tight against him as they wait for time to move on by. When the scent of joy fills the bathroom he laughs.

“Thank fuck,” he breathes out.

“Yeah, thank fuck,” Steve echos.

And if they fuck like rabbits in that tub no one has to know.

———/———/———/———/———/——

Hope you don’t mind me tagging you in the resolution @xxbottlecapx

[dramatic-dolphin]

baby cousin climbed into his high chair solely to ask me to pick him up out of it. and then when i did, he gleefully tried to climb in again so we could do it one more time.

[gojoux]

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐘 “𝐋𝐄𝐓'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓” 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐌

Gojo. Geto. Sukuna. Nanami. Choso. Toji. Megumi. Itadori. Yuta.

◈ — 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

“Say no more.” He'd grab your face in an instant and press his lips against yours. He would immediately get touchy all over your body, and for not even a few seconds, he's already slipping his tongue in, savoring your taste with hunger. He'd pull away for a moment before devouring your lips with his own, your mouth would be invaded by his tongue once more before pressing you against the nearby wall.

◈ — 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

“You want to make out? Alright, love. Let's go somewhere private, we can make out there as much as you want.” He'd place his hands on your wrist and lead you toward the bedroom. His lips would immediately find yours, soft but deep kisses at first before it gets heated. He doesn't mind if you want to be on the top or him on the top. Rest assured, he's not giving your lips a break either way. “Now I know what you need to do to convince me.”

◈ — 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

His body would shiver with excitement as he looks down at you with a hungry look. “Come here,” he reaches for you and grabs your body, “You want to make out, do you now? My, my, are you in the mood for me.” He tilts your head with his finger and starts trailing kisses on your neck, nibbling your skin with his teeth, licking and sucking, and doing whatever he wants until he makes sure it leaves a lot of his marks. His mind is filled with dirty thoughts, “I hope you know what you're getting yourself into.”

◈ — 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

“Right here? Right now?” Nanami's eyebrows would elevate at this request. “I should have expected it from you.” He sighs and loosens his tie before leaning back on his chair saying, “I can spare some time for you, love,” as he pats his lap, gesturing you to sit with him. “Let's make it a good one.” He'll place a hand on your cheek and the other on your waist as he kisses you slowly, with no rush, he likes to take his time savoring your lips.

◈ — 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎

He would look at you confused, “What's that?” He had no clue what making out is and he's not familiar with the term. Once you explain it to him, he'll nod and hold your waist, initiating the kiss first. “Like this?” He'll kiss you more. “I think I can get used to this.” His kisses slowly become deeper, letting out a few hums of satisfaction here and then. His touches would become bolder as well once you give him the cue. He's never done something like this but he seems to enjoy it with you.

◈ — 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

He'd raise a brow after hearing your request out of nowhere. “So you want to make out, huh? Are you feeling needy?” He'll tease you for it. “Now come here, I'll show you just how good I can be with my lips," he'd speak to you in a seductive tone while looking at you with a sly smile on his face. He'll kiss you all over your face until it's damp from both of your wet lips after the kiss while his hands eagerly caressing and groping your body. He won't stop even until you're breathless.

◈ — 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈

He'd turn a bit red at your sudden question. He is a little surprised with your forwardness but he's not against it. “What did you say? Do you want to make out with me?” He doesn't mind if you kiss him. In fact, he'd like it if you did because he's been wanting to do that with you for some time already. Megumi starts off shy with a few pecks, focusing on your lips and what gesture you like. It's surprisingly hard for him to stop kissing you once he's warmed up.

◈ — 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈

“Eh? With me?” He points at himself. You'd smack his arm which makes him let out a short playful laugh, “Okay, okay, let's do it.” He'd kiss you eagerly, he really wanted to experience kissing someone ever since he was single, and now that got the chance to make out with you is more than a dream come true. He'll circle an arm over your shoulder and the other around your waist, pressing your body closer to him as he focuses on kissing you.

◈ — 𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀

His face would turn red and his cheeks would be flushed. He'd look at you with surprised eyes and then he'd nod slowly. “O-of course, let's make out.” He'd say your name in such a soft way, the most romantic tone he's ever spoken to you with. After a few seconds of looking deeply into your eyes, he would lean closer and test the water with a few soft pecks before the kiss got deeper. He doesn't really know where to place his hand so he just holds your waist as he pulls you closer.

[nervoussagittarius]

y/n and matt being the hottest couple for 4 minutes straight

matt sturniolo x influencer!reader

summary: hot moments caught on camera between matt and his girlfriend

warnings: fluff, slightly suggestive, i think that’s it

★ “hey baby will you film a tiktok with me?” you asked, lifting your head off of matt’s chest. it was a simple lip sync video to ‘spin bout u’ by drake. matt replied with a small nod before ushering the two of you over to his desk chair, placing you on his lap. you sent him a smile of gratitude.

matt wrapped his arms around you pulling you deeper into his chest. his head rested on your shoulder from behind. your phone was propped up on a random drink bottle, and you could feel matt’s eyes on you as you set up a good angle. his gaze was set on your face through the screen in front of him. a slight smirk could be found on his lips.

when the sound was heard you both easily remembered the words and began to sing along.

put hands on you in the past

insecure because your body is precious

matt’s hands began to roam from your abdomen to trail down the sides of your thighs. you glanced back at him slightly to see a devious look on his face.

four words when i think about them is crusty, musty, dusty, rusty

both of your focuses were back on your phone screen for only a second before you found each others eyes.

eight words then i think about us is fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me

you looked up at matt through your lashes before your hand reached around to play with his hair. the playful look in his eyes was replaced with a seductive one, not going unnoticed by your fans.

★ today you decided to get ready and do your makeup while on a live stream. this wasn’t uncommon. you often went live when you were by yourself or bored. it felt like a facetime call with your friends. you spent a majority of the time answering questions or talking about your day thus far.

matt walked into your house and upon hearing your talking he assumed you were on a phone call. he made his way to your room to find you sitting in front of your mirror. he quickly walked to you and placed his hands on your shoulders to greet you.

his mouth found your neck soon after and began placing short pecks on it. “hi baby. i missed you.” he said in between kisses. a blush took over your face in no time. you hoped the live stream viewers didn’t catch on to the needy tone in matt’s voice.

your comments came flying in. all talking about matt’s actions. “matt. i’m live.” you got out as fast as you could.

his head quickly popped up to notice the placement of you phone only to put his head hidden back into your shoulder with a groan of faked annoyance. you laughed at his actions. “i’m sorry. i didn’t know.” he drug out, causing you to laugh even harder.

you spent the next 5 minutes covering up the red mark forming on your neck.

★ you had finally convinced matt to go to one of tara’s parties. he missed out on her one million party and you were destined to make sure he had a fun at this one.

with the help of nick and chris you were able to hype him up enough. you went as far as giving him little incentives if he reached certain time stamps throughout the night. matt wasn’t complaining about this in the slightest. what you both were unaware of though, was that tara had multiple people filming her party that night.

“will you come dance with me?” you asked matt as you slid your hands up his chest. he wasn’t going to deny his girl a dance. any chance to be close to you was enough for him.

matt kept a comforting hand on your lower back as he directed you both through seas of drunk partygoers. his hands found your waist as you both moved to the rhythm of the song playing.

“you look beautiful. i’m so in love with you.” matt had said while leaning into your ear. it was hard to hear what he was saying over the loud music.

“thank you for coming. i’m glad you’re having a good time.” you responded in the same manner. the song changed and you began to slowly grind into matt at the new tempo. matt’s grip tighten on you and you ran your hands through his hair and down his neck.

tara posted her video a week after the party and at this point most occurrences were put to the back of your head. almost instantly you and matt were being tagged in endless videos of you two throughout the night. a fan favorite was you guys dancing together.

comments:

GODDAMN

i don’t know which one i want to be atp

i think they do these things on purpose now

they have to know they’re the hottest couple out there

i must be doing something wrong.

an: a bit shorter but i think they’re cute and i love matt x influencer

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[ccsainzleclerc5516]

Family Vacation

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Warnings: smut!

You and Lando have been dating for half a year now and the time has finally come to meet his family. You've been putting off that obligation as long as you could, but Lando was too eager for you to meet them given the fact that he fell hard for you. Lando never introduced any of his previous girlfriends to his parents because he never felt that something with any of them to take that step.

But when it comes to you.. He never had a doubt in his mind. You may not have been his first girlfriend, but you were the first one he was sure of.

And so as soon as Lando had a week off from racing, he took it upon himself to organize a family vacation. You hesitated at first because you were racking your brains about whether they would like you, what topics you'd talk about, what if you say something wrong in front of them and similar things to which Lando just laughed sweetly.

It took him two days to convince you that everything will be fine, that you don't need to worry about anything because he will be by your side all the time and won't leave you alone at any moment.

You trusted him and you felt safe next to him and you also knew that you were probably worrying for no reason so soon five days in a hotel in Mallorca with his family didn't sound so bad anymore.

And it wasn't bad at all. Already after the first day spent with them you felt more than accepted. Everyone loved you immediately. Lando didn't let go of your hand as he had promised, but when he saw you chatting alone on the beach with his mom, he beamed.

In the sun on the beach and in good company, the days were passing quickly. You were all together at the beach and at family dinners every day. You and Lando didn't have much time for yourself, but that wasn't the goal of this trip anyway, so you weren't complaining.

But Lando though.. Towards the end of the vacation he started to get impatient. Too eager for you. You hadn't seen each other for two weeks before this and it was getting too much for him to not feel you for that long.

You were loud and clear about no sex while his family is with you even though you were in the hotel, but still you didn't feel comfortable and you weren't gonna risk getting yourself into any awkward situations.

But Lando was tempted.

"Lan can you put lotion on my back please?" You asked after getting out of shower and drying yourself off.

"Sure, come here."

You got sunburned after lying on the beach all day. Your skin was really red so after showering you put on your bikini again to let your skin breathe and absorb the lotion.

Lando was sitting out on the balcony that had a nice lounge set with a sofa, coffee table and a chair. You found him sitting on the sofa and scrolling through his phone. You sat down beside him turning him your back and moving your hair out of the way so he can rub the lotion all over your back.

"Fuck baby, you're so red" He says looking at your burning skin.

"I know, it's really bad" You sigh.

"Does it hurt you?" He asks gently pressing his hand against your skin watching as the white print remains when he removes it.

"Yeah.."

He scoots closer to you and squeezes the lotion into his palm and slowly begins to spread it all over your skin. As the cold cream hits your hot skin, you let out a long low moan in satisfaction. It comes as the music to Lando's ears making him gulp burning his eyes into your back as his hands moved in circular motions.

"Feels good?" He asks.

"Mhm..so good" You let out another moan completely oblivious to the fact that it made his blood rush down to his cock.

His fingers found the strings of your bikini top as he slowly untied them letting them fall down to your sides.

"What are you doing?" You chuckle putting your hand over your boobs to keep the bikini on while the other hand keeps holding your hair up.

"Just making sure I get the lotion everywhere" He smirks attaching his lips to your perfectly exposed neck as his hands move to your front side under your bikini top.

"Lan, stop.." You whisper leaning back into him letting your head rest on his shoulder as he keeps squeezing your boobs.

"I can't" He murmurs before lightly biting your neck. "I've been hard all day watching you in that tiny bikini." His hand slowly trails down your stomach sneaking inside your bikini bottoms while his other hand remains up playing with your nipple. "Can't take it anymore."

"I c-can literally hear your parents t-talking.." You barely manage to get the sentence out trying to warn him that your balcony is next to theirs, but Lando ignores your concern.

"I know you want it, I can feel how wet you are" He says pulling you closer to him as his fingers glide over your wet folds. "You just gotta be quiet, baby"

You wanted to resist him, but you just couldn't bring yourself to. It's been more than two weeks, way too long, since the last time he made you cum and you craved it as much as he did. So when Lando asked "you gonna be quiet for me?" you found yourself nodding carelessly and eagerly.

"That's my good girl" He says quietly kissing your shoulder. You swallow a moan as he attaches his finger to your aroused clit that was aching for pressure.

"You like it when I touch you there?" The profanities that he was whispering into your ear while he was doing such dirty things to you out here on the balcony, where anybody could hear you and see you, turned you on like never before. You nodded at his question unable to open your eyes knowing that if you had tried to speak, you wouldn't have been able to cover your loud moans.

"Did you touch yourself while I was gone?" He asks again slipping two of his fingers inside you making your hips grind against them.

"Fuck, Lando.." You whine gripping on his hand that was fingering you.

"Did you?" Your cheeks flushed at his question. No matter how horny you were, you were still too shy to admit that you touched yourself to the thought of him almost every night. "Don't get shy on me now, baby. I won't let you cum if you don't answer me." He teased.

"I did" You whimper biting your lip.

"Was it as good as when I do it?"

"N-no. Your fingers feel much better."

"I know, baby, I know" He groans at your confession adding the third finger in and quickening his pace in and out of you determined to have you make a mess on them.

"I can feel you clenching already. Missed my touch that much?"

"Yeah, uh-I'm-ah-" He didn't even need any warning from you that you were about to cum. He knew it when he felt your body tremble so he put his hand over your mouth as you turned into a hot mess under his touch finishing all over his fingers.

He calmed you down by leaving lazy kisses all over your neck down to your shoulder. When your breathing became steady and controlled again, you finally turned around to face him.

He put his hand against your cheek looking at you with parted lips as his thumb slid over your bottom lip. His other hand palmed the bulge that was popping out through his shorts.

"You gonna be a good girl and spread your legs for me?" He asked untying your bikini and completely removing it from your body.

"Make yourself comfortable" You smirked giving him a quick kiss before standing up between his legs. He remained sitting when he pulled down his shorts closely following your every move. Before you were about to settle down on his cock between his legs he stopped you turning you around so that your crotch was aligned with his face.

"Wanna taste you" Your fingers tangled into his hair as his tongue worked over your slit collecting your juices and swallowing it only to have him spit out his saliva against your pussy. You moaned as you felt drips of it sliding down your thighs.

"Fuck, can't get enough of you" He sighed gritting his teeth.

You turned around again and crouched down holding onto his thighs. His eyes rolled back in his head as you sunk down on him. His hand rested on your lower back, his eyes locked on his favorite view - you bouncing up and down on him.

"Taking me so well..fuck" He says moving his hands to your hips and slowing you down. You slowed down your movements then stopped moving completely. You started squirming on him so you could feel him deep inside you before restoring the fast pace.

He was groaning, cursing quietly under his breath as you worked your hips against him. It took you by surprise when he abruptly pulled his cock out of you.

"Ahh, fuck, baby" He sighed pressing his cock against your butt and smearing the precum that was leaking from his tip against you ass cheek. "gonna make me cum early"

"Lan, put it back inside me" When you went back to your previous actions, he was already on the edge. He tried to stop you again, but you didn't let him instead you kept going urging him "fill me up, Lan"

"Baby, fuck, I'm gonna cum, oh fuck.." His voice quivered before shooting his load inside you. You kept riding him through his orgasm making his head fall back against the sofa as his hands gripped your hips tighter making you wince a little.

As you stood up, he watched as his cum ran down your thighs. He sucked in a harsh breath at the sight that almost made him hard again.

"Come here" He said pulling you down to him. You sat beside him and put your legs over his lap. He put his arm around you and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "You did so good" He said and you blushed a little.

"I love you, baby" He whispered before lifting you up into his arms and taking you into the bedroom.

[melonn-soda]

❝GIDDY UP & GO!!... ❞

word count: 3.3k

warnings: subbot! male reader, domtop! boothill, genitals are not explicitly mentioned, grinding, no actual penetration, unnecessary descriptions how much there is of spit (sorry if ur not into that), predator/prey if u squint, nd gunplay if u squint really really hard (is implied), lots of pentnames, praise, save a horse ride a cowboy but I change a factor, cowboy hat rule because RRGHGHGRHRGHHGHGHG

prompt: boothill has made it his life mission to cash in the money he gets when he lands you behind bars. however, when it becomes apparent as to why you let him pursue you, he begins to chase you for an entirely different reason

notes: lost 50/50 to yanqing (he's still my kid nd I love him regardless YANQING HATERS LEAVE!!!!) when wishing for aventurine. now I'm pulling for boothill if I don't get my little gambler (if Sunday is playable and better than boothill then im sorry to my fav cowboy yeehaw) not beta read

fem aligned dni

“Oh, my.”

Boothill hates your guts. That’s a given.

He hates the way you carry yourself, the sly remarks you’ll make if you spot even one hint of insecurity, the slight draw on certain syllables to give a mocking tone- you, in general. Although he’s more on the bothering side than the bothered, you’re just so much more annoying than he thought even possible. Guess that’s why you’re known as a high-end bandit.

He’s been on your tail for weeks, chasing any leads (a lot of them, like you wanted the chase) he could get his hands on. He’s even seen you slinking around taverns, poker tables, run-down hotels- for fucks’ sake, even on horseback racing down a dirt path while attempting to rob a moving train. To feel the satisfaction of seeing the credits Boothill would obtain after putting you behind bars is all he wants to experience because this is just getting ridiculous.

So, why the hell now, is he bound up to the ceiling with chains thicker than his own ankle after finding your base?

The amused smile finds its way upon your lips and Boothill wants to do nothing more than to kick it right off. You were in a vulnerable position before he decided to sneak in, with your chair tipped as your feet were kicked up on a busted wooden table, a bandana resting over your eyes to block out the sunlight that dared to drift into the room. Boothill made the dumbest mistake by alerting you of his presence through triggering a well hidden trip-wire. Perking you up, you began to rise from your seat, swiftly removing the bandana from your eyes and fingers instinctively on the handle of your revolver that sat on the gun holster strapped to your thigh. The trap triggered so fast, Boothill’s sensors barely had time to react to it before the ‘snap!’s and ‘crack!’s echoed throughout the room and he was pressed against the ceiling within seconds.

Sharp glares were stabbing through your form as your hand rested on your hip as you whistled, looking up at the ranger in slight surprise and smugness. Aeons, he hated you.

“Wow, such a reckless move to jus’ prance yer way in here, no? Hey, aren't cha a Galaxy Ranger or somethin’?” You tease, swiveling your chair so that you could sit backwards on it, crossing your arms atop of the back rest so you could rest your chin on your forearms, “Surely, ya coulda suspected that I woulda set up a trap. But why waste all yer precious time on someone as measly as me? I ain’t nothin’ but a lil’ ol’ bandit.”

“You better seal yer pretty lil’ lips, doll.” Boothill hisses at you, his voicebank glitching to censor the words he so desperately wanted to say, “My bullets don’t take too kindly to sweet talkers n’ foxes.”

A laugh echoes throughout the falling apart structure then settles into a hum as you stand up and kick the chair against the wall, “Ya sure like to talk big. Kinda fits ya, though.” The chair slams right under Boothill and you slowly make your way towards it, the clinking of spurs on your boots highlighting every step you take.

Looking up at the suspended robot, your left foot raises and rests on the seat, leaning in to provoke the cyborg even further, “It’s kinda cute how ya keep pursuin’ me despite all these failed attempts. How ‘bout I give ya more of a reason to keep chasin’ me than only doin’ it for jus’ the credits?”

Boothill’s eyebrows creased in suspicion as your hand raises up to his face, contemplating just biting your fingers straight off until he hears the click of the safety and a metal barrel against the human skin of his jaw. His teeth clench in anger as you nearly laugh at his compliance, reaching above his head and snatching his hat right off.

Oh, he was going to kill you for sure-

The hat plops onto your head and you wink at him while sticking your tongue out.

What.

There wasn’t-

There was no way.

“Catch me if ya can, cowboy.” You say dismissively, briskly turning around and walking out of the rundown hideout. However, before you could get out of his line of sight, your head turned to face him and you said, “I’ll be waitin’. As always.”

Dumbfounded and a half an hour later collapsed on the floor from the wooden boards snapping- which loosened the chains, he replays that minute over and over again. He didn’t want to believe that had actually happened but his memory told him otherwise.

There was no way that you...

Whatever. He’ll think about it later. He needs to get his damn hat back.

The first time Boothill finds you, it’s in a more forest-y area. You’re on your trusty steed, talking to some other criminals with little interest. The cowboy watches the interaction, paying special attention to your reactions to see if you’ve noticed his presence. From what he could tell, you didn’t seem to see that he was watching while using the shrubbery to cover him and the horse he was on. The people you were talking to he recognized from some wanted posters, only worth some credits. Not as much as your bounty, though.

...

...You’re still wearing his hat.

“Look, partner,” Your voice dips into an exhausted, low, sigh, “I need that shipment as soon as possible, ya hear? I ain’t got too much time left before she’s reached her time. Ion care how ya get it, I need it in at least a week! Otherwise she’ll get real snappy and I’m gonna hafta put some lead in some poor person's head.”

One of the bandits flashes a worried look to another, “Boss, ya don’t understand! The Xianshou Luofu’s been havin’ sum sorta delay! We ain’t gonna get those packages ‘til some long period of time!”

Boothill’s interest peaks as you begin to snap, “Did ya not hear me? I said, ‘Ion care how ya get them!’ Find a way! Talk to that Trailblazer everyone’s been praisin’ about or somethin’! Jus’ get me my stuff before ‘m gonna start blowin’ some brains out-”

A rustle causes you to pause your sentence as you draw your weapon immediately, the barrel facing his direction and bullets fly. Boothill’s horse had begun to munch on the bush, which gave away his position, but thankfully he moved quick enough to get out of the way.

You decided to book it when you caught sight of the familiar white and black hair, spurs hitting the sides of your horse as you begin to get out of the area to leave nothing but a trail of dust. Boothill doesn’t hesitate to race after you, whipping the reins of his horse to get her going.

Branches and twigs tug at Boothill’s hair as he chases you through the forest, lowering his torso so that he could lessen the wind resistance as his horse’s hooves slam against the ground. You’re quite the distance away, mostly because your horse is pretty speedy. It’s how you get away from crime scenes so fast. However, Nellie, the horse Boothill is riding currently, is also quite fast.

Although, not fast enough because in the end, he still loses you.

The curses he spits all get censored immediately as he slows into a stop, head turning in every direction to see if you left any trail behind. Only to see none. Didn’t expect as much from a skilled criminal.

The second time he spots you is in the tavern, playing a game of poker with people that had their pockets stuffed full of cash. ‘Rich folk,’ Boothill grimaces as he could see them tilt their chin up like the world owes them something. If you rob them, he won’t feel even a sliver of remorse.

He knows that you can see him as he leans against the wall to watch the match, some of the rich getting intensively frustrated as they begin to fold after betting so high. Judging by the scheming smile on your face, he could tell you have a winning hand. Then again, when are you never smiling like you have something up your sleeve?

Finally, in the showdown, you and the person you’re going up against reveal your cards and you win with a four of a kind. Lucky.

The people at the table groan and push their chips in your direction, getting up to leave as their attitudes have just been soured over that singular match. Boothill takes the opportunity to walk over to you and remove the gun from his holster and press it right up against your lower back, hand coming up to snatch his hat that rests atop your head.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

A window shatters behind him and he could hear flames begin to roar but he doesn’t dare tear his eyes away from you. Only when he feels cold metal press against the nape of his neck does his actions falter and his eyes turn to face whoever decided to draw their weapon.

He blinks in shock to see a figure completely made of water, his gaze returning to you and seeing you sitting on the edge of the table with your gun pressed against his forehead. Shit. He’s lost again.

The tavern completely surrenders to the flames as people scream at the sight of fire, swallowing up the alcohol and wood. Boothill can hear his fans whirring to prevent himself from overheating but the attempt is futile as the room begins to get unbearably hot. He’s not sure if it’s just the fire that’s causing him to overheat or it’s because you look insanely good with all this red and orange light.

...

What is he even thinking right now?

“Y’know, it’s gettin’ real fun toyin’ with ya, cowboy.” You speak, completely unbothered by all the heat in the building. He can’t even see a single drop of sweat on your face. Even so, you continue, “But I think ya can do a little better than this.”

The ranger’s lips purse in offense, glaring at you as best as he could. The gun you had pointed lazily at his forehead falls to the floor and Boothill isn’t sure how long he can last in this heat. Before his system could finally shut down because of overheating, he could feel your lips press against the area where your gun was pressed up against. Then, he falls over as his system forcibly turns him off.

The third time Boothill sees you, he’s lying on a metal workbench with cold water floating above him and fans blowing in his direction. He’s confused, obviously, and on his toes as he realizes he’s not in an area he’s not familiar with. He attempts to sit up to find a way to escape only to realize that he can’t move his arm. Now, he’s terrified.

“Relax, cowboy.” Your voice coos from behind a computer, typing away at something as you're taking a tip from a glass. Presumably water. “I’m cooling ya off. You’re welcome... You should be able to move now.”

Boothill shoots up from his spot and rips off the cables that are attached to his left arm, head darting around to look for his gun. He hears a click and once again finds himself with a gun pressed up against his jaw.

“Lookin’ for this?”

The crosshair that replaces his once human pupils flit over to your direction, noticing that you were holding his revolver in your dominant hand. Boothill swears that you must like pointing a barrel in his direction for how many times this has been done. He also sees that you’re wearing his very cropped jacket over your usual attire. ... And you’re still wearing his hat.

“That’s mine, pretty boy.” The ranger gives you a half-assed growl as his censor kicks in once more, already getting annoyed at your sly behaviour, “Ya really got a knack for takin’ stuff that’s not yours, huh? No wonder yer a criminal.”

You giggle at his words, tossing his gun on the metal workbench, “It’s not loaded, neither is your little gun hand.” You tell him, like he was going to start unloading mags into your skin. Turning around, you walk back to your computer and open up a drawer on the desk it sits on, “Well?” You ask after a momentary silence, leaning on one of your legs as you crack open a bottle of whiskey and begin to pour it into your empty glass.

“‘Well’, what?” Boothill narrows his eyes at you, picking up his revolver and shoving it back into his thigh holster. He’ll just have to go to the nearest mechant and buy more bullets.

“Ain’t ya gonna, I don’t know, take yer hat back?” You ask him, taking a sip of the alcohol that gives a slight burn down your throat, “We’re in an enclosed space, barely any room t’move around, exit’s right behind ya ‘n all. Perfect chance t’arrest me, if I dare so say m’self.”

He blinks. There’s got to be some sort of trap if the setup is this perfect. He’s not going to make the same mistake he did before, not again. So, his sensors scan the room quickly, which leaves you unamused, and he sees that there are in fact no traps in this room. Boothill almost doesn’t want to believe it.

“Are ya playin’ some sort of game with me?” Boothill’s eyes begin to squint in suspicion, carefully trying to think of a situation you might pull that puts him on the losing end of the stick, “Yer jus’ gonna let yourself get arrested? Jus’ like that?”

“What? Ya don’t wanna do it? Too scared?” You taunt him again, causing the cowboy’s circuits to boil in animosity.

“Ya know what?” Boothill smiles a tense one, taking long, menacing steps in your direction, “I’ve ‘bout had it with your attitude, pretty boy. Seems like ya didn’t have anybody ta teach ya proper manners.” All of a sudden, you felt yourself being slammed up against the wall behind you with a grunt, Boothill’s right hand keeping your wrists together and his left hand tilting your chin up to look at him, his eyes glowing a dangerous red, “I mean, after that stunt ya pulled in yer lil’ base, it seems like ya wanna be caught by me.”

“Hah.. guilty as charged.” You laugh, attempting to keep your smooth facade up, only for it to crack once you could feel his metal knee nudge between your thighs. A whine rips through your throat as he keeps his knee still, not bothering to give you the pleasure you oh so wanted from the day you saw him.

“How ‘bout it, doll?” Boothill sneers at your pathetic expression, lips getting dangerously close to yours, “I can give ya a better punishment than jail could.”

One thing’s for sure: Boothill’s mechanical body does not have any built in... pleasure devices, he’s nearly as smooth as a doll. However, there is a slightly large bump on his pelvis in the shape of an oval that if you were to grind just right up against, you’ll-

“O-oh!”

Boothill’s lips curve up into a smirk as he sees you push down hard against his metallic form, trying to settle your trembles by wrapping your arms tightly around his neck to stabilize yourself. It’s cute, he thinks, seeing you all desperate for sexual relief. The way you hopelessly cling to him like he’s the last thing keeping you alive. He can’t believe he actually thought about putting you behind bars if getting you wrapped around his finger was this satisfying. 

“How’s it feel, pretty boy?” Boothill whispers in your ear, causing a shiver to rack your spine as his grip adjusts to settle on your lower waist, pushing you even further against him, “Feel like yer gonna explode yet?”

Whimpering in response, your shaky fingertips grip onto his shoulders as your forehead now presses against his. Soft pants fill the room and Boothill can practically see the hearts in your eyes as your hips continue to move against his. You both still have your clothes on but this all still feels so intimate, probably better than actual penetration.

The ranger’s hand reaches up to tug his hat that still rests on your head, fixing it back from its tilted state, “Ya look like ya wanna kiss, doll.” He teases, bringing your chin closer to the point where your noses brushed up against one another.

“Pl-please..” You say breathily, gently tugging at his hair.

“Attaboy.” Boothill snickers in response, “Looks like yer finally learning.” His freakishly long tongue slithers past his lips as soon as they press against yours, slipping into your mouth as saliva begins to spill down your chin. Aeons, you’re just so cute.

Soft moans are swallowed up by Boothill’s greedy mouth, his thumb coming up to pull against your bottom lip before he pulls away and the only thing that connects your mouths is the thin trail of spit. His robotic thumb pushes into your mouth, pressing against your tongue as drool continues to spill down your pretty lips. He could get used to this.

He notices how much faster your hips move, calculating that you were close as whines and whimpers flood the room. The smile on Boothill’s face only widens even further, bumping his hips up to catch you off guard. He knows he succeeds when he hears a shaky squeak come from your mouth.

“What’s wrong, pretty boy? Ya gonna bust?” The ranger sneers, the thumb in your mouth shifting so he widens your lips by pushing at the sides, “Y’know, I could easily deny ya of that relief. Ya kinda deserve it for teasin’ me this whole time.”

You shake your head violently, already too close to be pulled away now. Boothill snickers in response, “No? What makes ya think you can tell me what to do?” A pleading look flashes across your features and Boothill has half the decency to make you beg for release. He decides to have mercy on you, though, “Mmmn, I mean, I guess ya have been pretty obedient. Go on and blow yer load f’me, pretty.”

With a shudder and a slight bite on Boothill’s metal thumb, your pants get soaked in your fluids, staining the fabric. Your hips jerk a couple of times to ride out your orgasm then you started slumping onto his chest in exhaustion. Boothill’s other hand rubs at your hip to soothe you, letting you rest in place to calm the trembles that still cause your body to twitch in overstimulation.

“Good boy.” He says softly, pulling his thumb out of your mouth, watching as it dripped since it was slick with your spit. Letting you catch your breath for a moment, he waits before he decides to ask, “So, what package were ya waitin’ for?”

“Baby stuff.” You sigh, face burying into Boothill’s neck, “My sister’s expecting ‘nd her wife’s been tellin’ me to get that stuff as soon as possible. The Luofu has been delaying their packages for a bit, somethin’ about shippin’ difficulties. Can’t believe ya’d remember something like that, though.”

The cowboy huffs in response, “Bein’ a cyborg’s got some perks. The only bad part is that ion got a dick to fuck ya with. Woulda been nice to see ya unable to walk for a few days.”

You sit up and give him a weird look, hands resting on his shoulders, “Ya do know strap-ons exist, right?” The way you said that made him feel much stupider, like you were pointing out the obvious to him.

“...Oh.” Boothill’s face flushes embarrassingly hot as his fans kick in once more.

Aeons, he hated you.

[twirlyleafs]

“Gold-digger.”

Max Verstappen x reader

TW: Angst, arguing I guess

A/N: I’m in such a drought I need requests </3

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It had been a good weekend. A great one even. The weather had been nice, no rain but not too warm, and not one single DNF which had just about everyone feeling happy. Just a few hours ago you cheered for your boyfriend as he took the steps up to the top of the podium, giggling slightly as he sent you a wink from his high position. You never got tired of seeing Max win, you loved it. Loved how hardworking he was and loved that it gave result. Loved to see him happy. You also most definitely didn’t mind the adrenaline he still had coursing through his body when the two of you got back to the hotel, having him press you up against the shower wall with quick and hard thrusts. Looking at the two of you right now, smartly dressed and sitting on opposite sides of the big table surrounded by your friends, no one could imagine the whimpering mess you’d been just a while ago. You smiled as you watched Max across the table, one hand holding his beer as the other was cupped around Daniel’s ear. By the giant grin on Danny’s face you knew Max was whispering gossip to him and you couldn’t help but let out a breathy laugh. All around the table people seemed happy, relaxed, and since it was three weeks until the next GP you all found it necessary to both celebrate a good race weekend and the well-deserved upcoming break.

“You think she’d be with me if I wasn’t rich?” You snapped out of your own thoughts, eyes trailing back to your boyfriend. He seemed to be in the middle of some sort of jokey rant, the glimmer in his eye tipping you off to the fact that he was slightly tipsy. Max nodded to you with a grin as the table laughed. “No way man.” You rolled your eyes but chuckled along. Tipsy Max always pulled stupid jokes but because he was so disgustingly adorable everyone was fine with it.

“Shut up Max.” You pointed your fork at him and he grinned, winking back. For a moment the table seemed to move on to other topics but somehow it ended with Max once again saying something about your relationship. He claimed that he didn’t only have his career to thank Redbull for, they had helped him land you too. This time you couldn’t shrug off the feeling that his words were deeper than just a silly comment and you felt the need for him to finally say he was joking. When he dropped a third comment you pushed your brows together, having had enough, and called him out.

“Max.” Your voice had him shifting his gaze to you, the smile still evident on his face. He raised an eyebrow when he saw the sudden frown on your face. “Are you serious?”

“What?”

“You don’t think we’d be together if you weren’t with Redbull?” You were in disbelief, not really comprehending what he was actually talking about. Joking about. Max only shrugged, sporting a carefree smile.

“Maybe if I drove for Ferrari too.” He joked, still keeping the conversation light.

“Not McLaren? That wouldn’t be good enough?” Lando spoke up from the other end of the table and when Max answered with an exaggerated frown and shake of his head everyone once again started laughing. You didn’t. You watched your boyfriend, the big smile on his face as he joked about your relationship making you feel sick. Was he even joking? Or did he actually sincerely believe that the two of you wouldn’t be a couple, that you wouldn’t date him, if he wasn’t rich? It took Max a few moments before his gaze landed on you again, the grin simmering down when he saw the look on your face.

“Are you serious?” You asked again, even though you were starting to realize you wouldn’t like the answer. Max just chuckled and you felt your heart crack at the prospect of him actually thinking you were with him for the money. With a hard swallow you leaned back in your chair, focusing your gaze down into your wineglass as the table moved on.

The rest of the night you did your best to keep up, forcing smiles and laughs even though you wanted nothing else than to sink through the floor. Max didn’t seem to notice. You took note of who payed for dinner, Charles, and made sure you transferred him your share the second you and Max got back to the hotelroom. You had never done that before, no one had, because one of the guys usually offered to take the tab and Max had told you they basically took turns paying. It had never crossed your mind before, but after tonight’s conversations it felt important to pay for yourself.

“Liefje?” Max called from the bedroom as you stood in front of the bathroom mirror, removing your makeup. He popped his head through the door a second later, a slight frown on his face. “Chuck is asking why you’re sending him money?”

“Because he paid for dinner.” You answered simply, swiping a cotton pad across your cheeks. Max huffed.

“So?”

“So I’m paying for what I ate. And drank.” You paused to look at him through the mirror. When he still sported a questioning pout you sighed. “Don’t want him to think we’re just friends because he’s rich.” It took Max a moment to process your words, connecting them to earlier that night. When he did he couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

“You’re mad about that whole thing?” He asked and it honestly chocked you that he could be so surprised about it. When you broke the eye contact, moving back to start moisturizing your face, he let out another breathy laugh. “Seriously y/n?”

“You’re an asshole Max.” You muttered. Max shuffled closer to you. Even though you were annoyed, mad even, you didn’t stop his hands from smoothing over your hips. You watched his smile through the mirror but didn’t reciprocate it.

“Don’t be mad about that.” He cooed, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. In moments like this you hated that he knew exactly how to make you break. You felt your anger slowly subside when he kneaded his fingers into the skin above your hips, lips still pressing warm kisses against your bare skin. You had almost forgotten how upset you were until he spoke up again. Max had placed his lips just against your ear, something that would usually make you shiver in a good way. Now it had your skin burning hot in anger instead. “I don’t mind paying for you, I like that you like it.”

In a millisecond you had pushed him away, quickly turning to look at him instead. “Are you fucking serious?”

“What?

“I don’t like that you spend your money on me. That’s not why I’m with you, I- how can you even say that? I would love you even if you worked at a fucking gas station.” You were frustrated now, even more so when you saw Max roll his eyes. He obviously still thought you were being dramatic, that this whole thing was kind of amusing.

“Oh let’s be real, we wouldn’t be together if I wasn’t driving in f1 and you weren’t a model. Drivers date models and we do that because we have money, it’s not more complicated than that.” He said it so casually, leaning his hip against the sink. You stared at him, eyes wide and lips slightly parted. It had been bad enough to know that he thought you used him, but now he’s admitting to only dating you for your looks and your work and suddenly everything felt ten times worse.

“You’re only with me because I’m a model, is that what you’re saying?” You asked slowly, impressed with yourself for keeping your voice steady and the tears at bay. Max shook his head.

“That’s obviously not what I mean, but-“

“Because in that case you can find someone else to spend your precious money on. I’m sure you can pay some hotter girl to be your girlfriend if that’s what you think a relationship is supposed to be like.” Your words were sharp and you saw his face drop just before you turned around, walking out of the bathroom. You immediately went to your suitcase, throwing it up on the bed. Max was quick to follow, stopping you from opening it with a strong hand on top.

“That’s not what I meant.” He repeated, finally seeming to understand the seriousness in his earlier words.

“But it’s what you said. It’s what you’ve been saying the whole night actually. You believe that we’re in some sort of business with each other where I get to use your money and you get to, what? Be like your friends? Date a model? That’s making you feel cool?” You shoved his hand away from your bag, dragging the zipper all around it to open. “I believe -believed- that we loved each other and wanted to be together because we enjoy it. I guess there was some miscommunication.”

“No, no you’re twisting my words.” Max argued, dragging his fingers through his hair in a stressed demeanor while he watched you start to pack your stuff into the bag. “I’m not saying-“

“I think you’ve said enough tonight, actually.” Shoving your suitcase shut again you paused to look up at your boyfriend. Or whatever he was now. He stared at you with wide eyes, not knowing what to do. The situation had escalated too quickly for him to follow and now all of a sudden he was panicking. “I’m gonna knock on Danny’s door, see if I can sleep there. I would advise you to figure out how you see us because if I’m simply someone you think you’re buying to be with you I’m out.”

“Schatje-“ he began, reaching a hand out to touch you. You moved away, pulling your bag down on the floor.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

[scuderiahoney]

Always Walk Me Home

Max Verstappen x Reader // Strawberry Wine Pt I

Strawberry Wine Series

Masterlist

Summary: You and Max are keeping things casual. Sooo casual. You can be casual. Right?

Word Count: 4.3k

a/n: Heeeeere we go, his number is in my bio for a reason, it’s my other favorite boy! This one is heavily inspired by some of the prompts on this list. anyways enjoy!

Warnings: alcohol/mild intoxication, mild sexual references, google translated Dutch

Things with Max are… brand new. Everything is still fresh. Everything he does gives you butterflies, makes your heart skip a beat. It’s the honeymoon phase, as everyone calls it.

It’s so brand new that nobody knows. Nothing is… official, yet. You’ve just been on a few dates, had a few movie nights. You’ve stayed at his place a couple times, waking up with his arm around your waist and Jimmy and Sassy curled up next to you. It’s casual. You’re keeping things casual. Max seems content to feel things out, to keep seeing you without labeling it. You’re trying so hard to be casual about it that it’s almost embarrassing.

You feel like everyone sees straight through you. On top of spending time alone together, you and Max are friends, so you see each other at group outings and clubs and dinners with your other friends. Max acts the same there as he always has- kind, courteous, and friendly. You won’t lie, sometimes you wish he’d hold your hand or pull your chair out for you or something, anything to show you that you’re not the only one feeling less than casual. But you’re scared of scaring him away, so you keep your mouth shut.

…..

You’re out to dinner with friends, somehow ending up sitting next to him. It’s nice, really nice. You can smell his cologne, can feel the warmth radiating off of him at the packed table. You have to fight the urge to nudge his foot with yours, to press your knee against his. That wouldn’t be very casual of you. You can do this, you can be normal.

He’s saying something to the person next to him, laughing and leaning towards them. You want to be the reason he’s laughing, want to be in on the jokes. You keep your mouth shut and look at the menu instead.

“What are you going to get?” Max asks.

He’s suddenly in your space. He’s leaning close, his shoulder brushing against yours. Be normal. You shrug, sliding your finger down the menu.

“Probably the shrimp scampi,” you say, pointing at the item.

Max nods. “You love seafood.”

You blink, breath caught in your chest. He’s right, but you didn’t know he knew that. Let alone for him to say it as fact. It’s not like he’s whispering either- someone else could hear. It’s silly, because it’s such a small thing, but you’re overanalyzing everything about it.

“I do,” you agree, turning and smiling at him.

“I remember things,” he says, a soft smile on his face, and now your face is growing hot.

Someone draws his attention away, and you look back to the menu. You nearly yelp in shock when something brushes your knee, but- it’s Max, you realize with a start, his hand searching for something. You hold your breath. His fingers find yours, and he interlaces your hands, palm to palm. He keeps them resting on your leg.

You try to take even breaths. He’s holding your hand in public, with your friends right next to you. Sure, it’s under the table, but this is the most you’ve gotten from him in a setting like this. He’s held your hand on dates, done much more in the privacy of his home, but here it feels overwhelming. His thumb brushes over the back of your hand, and you resist the urge to hold on so tightly to him that he can’t let go.

Eventually the food comes, and you both let go so you can eat. But it was nice while it lasted.

…..

Max’s apartment is spacious and cozy, despite the fact that he’s gone from it so often. There’s a warmth here, an aura that just screams Max. His cats roam freely, though while you’re there they have a tendency to follow you around.

“They are traitors,” Max accuses as Jimmy and Sassy weave around your ankles in the kitchen.

“Maybe I’m just better than you,” you say.

“Oh, you are,” he says, sending up a swirl of butterflies in your stomach. “But I feed them. So they are traitors.”

You laugh, leaning down to pet the cats. They nudge their heads against your hands and legs, paw at your socks, and when you walk into the living room, they follow after. Max just watches with disappointment.

By the time he joins you in the living room, drinks in hand, both of them are curled up in your lap. He lets out a huff and sets the drinks on the table. Then he’s nudging at the cats, and you cry out when he pushes them both off your lap.

“Max!” You say, appalled.

He laughs, lays down on the couch, and promptly placed his head exactly where the two cats had been. He stares up at you with a wide grin, eyes squeezed nearly shut.

“Hi,” he says.

“Hi,” you answer.

He reaches for one of your hands. He squeezes your fingers softly before bringing your hand up to his hair. You laugh and take the hint, start running your fingers through the blonde strands. He lets his eyes fall shut. Then you watch as he brings his hand up, purses his lips, and points at them.

You take that hint too, lean over and plant a kiss on his lips. When you try to pull away, he wraps a hand around the back of your neck and keeps you there. He deepens the kiss, fingers slipping into the hair at the nape of your neck to hold you there. It’s not the best angle, but it’s nice, always nice to kiss him.

He finally lets you go and collapses back into your lap, a satisfied smile on his reddened lips.

…..

“I can’t open it!” You squeak. “What the fuck, how do they make it look so easy?”

You’re holding a bottle of champagne in your friend’s apartment, trying to get the cork out. It doesn’t help that you’re scared- one too many horror stories about someone getting a cork to the eye, or breaking a window. You huff and try again, gently. No use.

“Lando slams it on the ground,” your friend suggests, her eyebrows raised.

“Yeah, and he also shattered one of Max’s trophies,” you say. “So maybe not the best example.”

You hear familiar laughter, then, and you drop one hand to your side, still holding the bottle in front of you with the other. Max makes his way through the kitchen, a smile on his lips that paints his whole face. You hold it out to him, pouting.

“No, no,” he says. “I’ll show you.”

He wraps his hand around yours, around the bottle. You can’t lie, your mind goes somewhere else for a second, but you tamp those thoughts down and try to focus.

“See, you put this hand on the cork,” he instructs, “and this hand on the bottom.”

His hands are warm over yours. Your face feels hot. Does he feel the sparks when his skin touches yours, too? Or is this normal for him? Is it just a friend helping another friend? You wish you knew, wish he’d say something to quell your worries and calm your racing heart.

“-and then you twist, like this,” he demonstrates.

The bottle hisses, and you jump, but there’s no dramatic pop, no shooting of the cork. You just pull it out, and you stare at the bottle with wide eyes. Oh. That was-

“Easy, right?” He says. “You are already a pro.”

You laugh, shake your head, and hold out the bottle to your friends, standing there with their empty glasses. You want to study their faces, ask them if they noticed anything. You want to ask if they saw the sparks, too. Someone takes the bottle, and your hands fall to your side, the cork still between your fingers.

Your knuckles brush against something- when you look, it’s Max’s hand. He’s still standing there, watching as everyone passes the bottle around. You swallow tightly, bump your hand into his. Deliberately. You want to look up at his face, want to gauge his reaction, but you resist the urge.

Max reaches his pinky out and hooks it with yours. For just a moment, standing in the kitchen, surrounded by your friends, you’re linked. The sparks run from his finger, up your wrist and arm and straight to your heart. Your chest fizzes like the champagne, bubbly and overflowing.

…..

You weren’t even planning on seeing Max tonight. It’s a girls night, one that’s been suggested over and over, each of you being too busy to make it happen until tonight. You’re at your favorite bar, bass thudding in your chest, your friends all around you.

And then, there’s a tingling feeling in your spine. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Someone is watching you. You turn over your shoulder and lock eyes with Max.

He’s leaning against the wall, one ankle crossed over the other. He has a black t-shirt on that’s always been one of your favorites- it hugs his upper arms and his chest so perfectly. He’s watching you, a soft smirk on his lips, a drink in his hand. Everyone is moving around you, but you’re stuck on him.

You smile, wave, and force yourself to turn back to your friends. You like him, you want to spend time with him, but you’ve been neglecting your friendships because of it. Your friends have been teasing you all night about how you’ve been too busy, how you keep checking your phone, how there must be a guy. You’ve denied it at every turn. You can’t leave them now. Ditching your friends for the guy who isn’t even your boyfriend would be the opposite of casual. You force yourself not to look at him, but you swear you can still feel him staring.

Ten minutes later, a bartender appears with a tray of shots and lime wedges. “For you,” she says, pointing at you, and your friends squeal in excitement. She points behind you, then. “From him.”

You turn over your shoulder again. Max is watching, and waving this time. You laugh and wave back, and your friends all do the same. He’s far away, too far to make it in time as you each grab a shot and throw them back in unison. You put the lime between your lips and turn to look at him again, raising your brows. He laughs, eyes lit up so bright you can see the blue even across the room, you swear. Then he juts his chin in the direction of the hallway when nobody else is looking. A message just for you.

You find him out there ten minutes later, trying not to make it obvious and taking the time to come up with an excuse- you fake a phone call. The hall is empty when you walk out, and you wonder if he’s given up on you- you know you saw him walk out. Then he pops his head out from around a corner and waves you over frantically.

He’s leaning against the wall, the same way he was in the club. You stand against the wall on the other side of the hallway and stare at him.

“I’m not leaving right now,” you say. “I promised I’d stay out late.”

“I know,” he says. “Just wanted to see you.”

You tilt your head. “Yeah? Seeing me across the bar wasn’t enough?”

The tequila running in your veins has you feeling braver than usual. It doesn’t seem to scare Max. He just grins wider, brow quirked.

“No, it wasn’t,” he says. “You’re pretty from far away, but even prettier up close.”

Your face feels hot. He pushes off from the wall, leans towards you. He could box you in if he wanted, could pin you right there, but he doesn’t. Instead, he takes your hand in his and pulls you away from the wall, too. The kiss he sweeps you into is sweet. He wraps his arm around you, and you sling yours around the back of his neck. One of his hands cradles the side of your face as he deepens the kiss. Out of all of it, you’re much more focused on the feeling of his thumb on your cheek than the feeling of his lips on yours. It’s strangely intimate, strangely soft, the way he holds you as he kisses you in the hallway of a bar. The way his nose nudges against your cheek, the way he pulls you closer and closer like he can’t get enough.

He pulls away, leaves you gasping for air.

“You taste like lime,” he says.

You nod, dumbfounded.

“You should go back to your friends,” he suggests, kissing your temple. “If I keep kissing you I won’t want to let you go.”

You breathe out a laugh and slap his shoulder. “If you keep staring at me in the club I won’t be able to focus on anything else.”

He laughs. “I know,” he says. “That’s what makes it fun. Besides, you’re fun to watch.”

…..

Three days later, Max is holding your purse. He’d taken it from you when you were all standing in the lobby of the restaurant and your friend dragged you into the bathroom. He’d promised to keep it safe. Now you’re back, your friends are gathering their things and saying goodbyes, getting ready to go home. You’re watching him.

The little black bag looks even smaller in his hands. His fingers are wrapped around the clutch, thumb rubbing back and forth across one of the stitches the same way it had on your skin the night before. He’s talking to someone else, but when there’s a break in the conversation, you nudge him.

“I can take that back,” you say, holding your hand out.

He tilts his head, blinks softly. “That’s okay. I’ll carry it.”

You’re sure you’re staring at him like a deer in the headlights. “Okay, but I’m leaving, so I need my purse.”

He nods. “I thought maybe I could walk you home. If you wanted.”

You nod in response, feeling a bit dumbfounded. The two of you exit the restaurant, waving goodbye to your friends. He takes your hand the second you’re outside, your purse still in his other one. Your fingers knit together like second nature, now. You could predict the pattern of the brush of his thumb against your skin like clockwork.

Your apartment isn’t far, but you find yourself walking slow on purpose, prolonging the moment. You pass people on the street and you know that to them, the two of you look like a real, actual couple. It’s nice to pretend. You lean into his shoulder, and he stumbles and laughs and keeps both of you upright. The two of you talk the whole way there, about everything and nothing and all the stuff in between.

When you reach the apartment building, he finally holds your purse out to you. You open the clutch, digging through it to find your keys and the front door access card. He watches in amusement as your fingers fumble through the bag.

“D’you wanna come up?” You ask. “I have some of that wine you like.”

You pull the card triumphantly from your bag. You look up at him, and he’s smiling softly, something sparkling in his eyes that makes your breath hitch. Makes the champagne bubble in your chest all over again.

“That’s okay,” he says, softly. “I’ve got to get back to the cats. But can I take you to breakfast tomorrow?”

You blink, card still pinched between your fingers. “Yeah, sure.”

He tilts his head at you. “Maybe brunch. You are going to need sleep. How about you text me when you wake up and we’ll go from there?”

You nod. He nods back. Then he reaches up, cups the side of your face in his hand. He’s so gentle about it, more so than he normally is. When he presses his lips to yours, he tastes like gin and he kisses like… like he cares for you. Like this isn’t leading somewhere else, like he’s not going to pull you into his lap and start trailing kisses down your neck. He kisses you just to kiss you, just to say goodnight.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he says when he pulls away. “Goodnight, liefje.”

You smile up at him. “Goodnight, Max.”

He smiles back. Then he leans forward and presses his lips to your forehead softly. You swear you’re melting into the sidewalk. You must be a puddle under his feet. You want to press yourself into his chest, tell him to wrap his arms around you, ask him to never let you go.

But you’re trying so hard to be so good at being casual, so you kiss his cheek, turn around, and walk inside. You take the elevator up, leaning against the wall and covering your giddy smile with your hand. When you get into your apartment, kick off your heels, and drop your bag on the counter, your phone buzzes. It’s a call. You look at the screen and see Max’s face.

“Hello?” You answer.

“Did you get in alright?” He asks.

Your heart squeezes fiercely in your chest. He sounds so soft, asking it. You walk over to the window, peel back the curtains, hoping you’re right about what you think you’ll see. There he is, still standing in front of the entrance, phone to his ear. He’s staring up at your window. When he sees you, he waves.

“Yeah,” you say. “You didn’t have to wait, you know.”

But I’m so glad you did.

“Yes I did,” he says, voice soft and scratchy from the night out. “Had to make sure you were safe.”

“Okay,” you breathe. “Let me know when you get home, okay?”

“I will,” he says. You watch as he waves again, smiling up at you. “Goodnight.”

…..

He picks you up for brunch the next day. By the time you’re in his car, it’s nearly 10:30. He drives with his hand on your knee, like always, fingers dancing across your exposed skin below the hem of your sundress. You like watching him drive, like being here with him. He pulls up to the restaurant and runs around to open your door for you, leaving you laughing. He hands the keys to the valet. Then he slips his arm around your waist and leads you inside.

You’ve been on dates with him, but none this fancy, none where you feel a little out of your element. Max seems comfortable, though- it’s moments like these where you’re reminded he’s not just your-friend-Max. He’s F1-world-champion-Max-Verstappen. Of course he can get a reservation here with such short notice. They’re honored to have him here.

A waiter leads you to a booth in the back. The restaurant is bright and airy, fresh flowers on every table. Max asks for a pitcher of water and orange juice before the waiter leaves. He pulls your chair out for you, pushes it in when you sit down. Your palms are sweating, heart beating rapidly. It’s just- this is the closest you’ve come to feeling like you’re actually dating him. Suddenly, it’s terrifying.

You ask him what’s good on the menu. He points out his favorites- the French toast, the eggs Benedict, the omelettes. He tells you he’s going to order a fruit sampler for the two of you to share, and you smile softly.

“They always have the best strawberries,” he tells you, eyes lit up. “You love strawberries.”

“I do,” you tell him, warmth filling your cheeks. “You do too.”

You’d bonded over that, when you first became friends. A strawberry wine that nobody else wanted to drink. Too sweet. You’d split the bottle with Max and went to bed with a sugar rush, your lips still tasting like strawberry. Ever since, for every special occasion, the two of you have gifted each other that same strawberry wine. It’s a running joke, among your friends- you’ll open the bottle, ask if anyone wants a glass. They’ll ignore you, but Max will come running.

He opens his mouth to say something, but over his shoulder, you spot something that makes your blood run cold.

“Shit,” you mutter.

He looks at you in concern. “What is it?”

“Nothing, just-“ you sigh. “Your coworker is here.”

Charles Leclerc has just walked in the door, a girl on his arm. The waiter is pointing in your general direction, towards an open table a little ways away. There goes your whole morning. He’s going to want to leave now.

Max turns to look, brows raised. “Oh. At least it’s one I like.”

You can’t help the laugh. “Should we go?”

Max turns back to you, perplexed. “What, get up to say hi? I don’t like him that much. He’ll come over here when he sees us.”

Us. You wish he meant it how you want him to.

“No, like-“ you sigh, gaze flickering down to the table. “You don’t want people to know, so-“

“What?” He asks, wide eyed. “What do you mean, I don’t want-“

“You didn’t want to tell anyone,” you say, quietly. You can’t look at him. “We haven’t even really talked about this, and… I figured you…”

You trail off, because you can feel him staring at you. He reaches over and tucks his finger under your chin. He tilts your face upwards towards his. His gaze is soft, a small smile on his face.

“Schatje, you have to be joking,” he says, and you stare back at him. “Of course I want to tell people. I have wanted to tell the whole world since I kissed you the first time.”

You blink. “But you- you didn’t want to put a label on it. You never…”

“We never talked about it,” he says. “I was giving you time. I’m a lot. Dating me is a lot. You are… I was following your lead.”

“Oh my god,” you blurt out, a giddy feeling in your chest. “Oh my god, I’m so dumb.”

The two of you just stare at each other for a moment. His eyes are bright and sparkling, his smile spreading across his whole face. You’re so done being casual.

Charles appears at the end of your table seconds later, smiling at the two of you. “Max, hi, good to see you. And I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met,” he adds, turning to you.

“Charles, this is my girlfriend,” Max says, reaching across the table to take your hand.

When you greet Charles, you can’t wipe the giddy grin from your face. It stays there the whole rest of the day- through breakfast, through a walk through a park, through a late lunch at Max’s with the cats winding around your ankles. Every time it starts to fade you think of Max, bright blue eyes, his finger under your chin. You fall asleep still smiling. You’re pretty sure it’ll be there when you wake up.

…..

The next time you go out with your friends, Max carries your bag the whole night. He also keeps his hand on the small of your back nearly constantly. He orders and pays for all of your drinks, includes you in all the conversations, and brushes his lips against your temple every time there’s a lull in the talking.

Nobody questions it. None of your friends even bat an eye. You find out why when you end up in the bathroom with the girls, a tradition as old as time itself.

It turns out they all already knew.

“Max told us all the day after he kissed you the first time,” someone tells you. “And then he told us we all had to act like nothing was different, because he didn’t want to scare you off.”

You collapse into a fit of laughter, bracing yourself against the sink. All this time, you were worried about it, and he’d told everyone right away. You’d thought you were the one struggling to be casual. God, you’d have saved yourself so much trouble if you’d only asked. If you’d only told him straightforward what you wanted. If you’d only been up front.

You’re giddy with it, then. You can feel it coursing through your veins and buzzing in your fingertips. You won’t call it love yet, at least not out loud. It’s too soon, right? It can’t be love. But it’s something, and now you want him next to you. You want his lips on yours again. You’re missing him even though he’s just through the door, waiting for you, your bag in his hand.

When you return to his side, you lean up to press a kiss to his cheek. You watch his smile grow and his cheeks turn red. You place your hand on his shoulder and put your lips against his ear.

“You should take me home,” you tell him.

His cheeks get even redder, and he turns to you. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you say with a nod. “You’ll walk me home, right?”

“Always,” he agrees.

He takes your hand, squeezes lightly. You feel like you’re glowing brighter than the neon lights above your head.

…..

You slip up over your morning cup of coffee three days later. The cats are in your lap. There’s the perfect amount of cream and sugar in the mug, he’s made it exactly right. The sun is shining through the windows, bouncing off his hair and painting his skin in golden light. You weren’t going to say it out loud, you really weren’t, but it slips past your lips anyways.

“I love you,” you say.

Max laughs, takes the mug from your hands, and kisses you.

Then he says it right back.

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[hellfirenacht]

Candygram

Summary: It's Valentine's day and you shoot your shot with Eddie by sending him a Candygram.

Tags: Eddie Munson x Reader, fluff, sfw

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“Just do it.”  Robin said, following your line of sight to the booth in the corner of the Hawkins cafeteria. It was a simple table with a red cloth thrown over it and a handmade banner that read ‘CANDYGRAMS $1’ and was decorated with tacky hearts. 

Every time you glanced over at the booth, your heart would start pounding and your stomach would twist in knots. You had never considered yourself to be shy before, when you first moved to Hawkins a few years ago, Robin had joked that you didn’t need a welcome wagon because you had thrown yourself into band and had introduced yourself to everyone with ease. 

You had masked your anxiety over being the new kid with an overinflated sense of confidence and it had worked out really well for you until you caught feelings for the freak who sat next to you in remedial science. 

“I think... I would rather chug formaldehyde.” you said slowly, staring so hard at the offensively pink and red booth that Robin was sure it was going to catch flames. 

“Either go up there and buy a candygram or I’m going to do it for you.” Robin said. “If I have to hear you waffle about this for one more day I’m gonna rip my hair out.” 

“But if I send him one, then he might actually acknowledge me and realize I might have something resembling a feeling for him, and that’s just not really cool, you know? Goes against my chill and mysterious personality.” you said, leaning back on your chair with a cocky grin. 

“Last night I saw you and Steve cry over Bambi.” Robin deadpans. 

“Okay, so we were drunk and also shut up.” you snorted, rubbing your face. 

“How are you going to know if there’s anything there if you don’t even take the chance?” Robin scolds. “Come one, I’ve seen the way you look at him. I’m surprised the whole school doesn’t know-”

“Again, cool and mysterious personality.” you tried again. 

“Plus I know he’s just as weird as you.” Robin continued, ignoring you. “I mean, last week I saw him get Jason Carver to back off one of the freshmen by pretending to exercise a demon out of him!”

You stared at Robin for a beat before thunking your head on the lunch table. “I’m going to marry him. Holy shit, he actually tried to expel the demon lurking in Carver?” You were laughing at the thought. 

During your first senior year and his second, Eddie Munson had caught your eye when you had the same lunch period. He was loud and energetic and so fucking weird you couldn’t help but to be drawn to him. Had your parents not forced you to stick with band, you would have considered joining Hellfire. Unfortunately even with this last go-round as a super senior, they still made you stick with it despite your senioritis reaching terminal levels.

You never had a good opportunity to talk to him, and the more time passed the harder it became to justify just randomly approaching him. This semester you finally had your opportunity when you’d been put in the same class and sitting next to each other no less. Still, the most you’d been able to say was “yeah, sure” when he’d asked you for a pencil once. 

Four weeks sitting next to Eddie, and you had barely spoken to him while noticing every little thing about him. He read a lot in class when he could get away with it, and doodled in his notebooks constantly, especially dice and dragons seemed to be the biggest theme. His school notebook wasn’t nearly as filled in as his Hellfire notebook, and he was always fidgeting in class. He also didn’t talk much, and at least once a week he’d end up falling asleep in class with his head in his hand. 

“There’s not gonna be a wedding if you can’t even talk to the guy.” Robin said. “He’s not even scary! Dustin comes in to talk to Steve all the time about Hellfire. He’s just a dork.”

“I know and that’s the problem.” your voice was a strangled laugh mixed with a groan. 

“You showed up the first day of band and introduced yourself to everyone, even if they weren’t in your section. What is the hold up with you talking to Eddie?” Robin pried. 

“Because back then, it didn’t matter.” You looked over at Robin, poking at your mystery meat. “When I first got here it didn’t matter if anyone liked me or not. I was only supposed to be in this school for a few months and then graduate. Then I didn’t. I could handle it if someone didn’t like me. None of you were really supposed to matter to me. No offense.”

Thankfully, Robin didn’t seem offended. “You were just making nice with the inmates until parole.” she joked and you nodded. 

“Yup, and then when I realized that I was going to have to actually have a full other year of school, that meant that I was going to have to care if I was ever gonna graduate.” You continued. “Luckily you saw through all my bullshit bravado and started dragging me to movie nights with you and Steve.” 

“Yeah yeah, we love friendship. So what does any of this have to do with Eddie?” Robin said, not needing you to explain the backstory that she had been present for. 

“It means that with Mr. Munson, I unfortunately, care so fucking much what he thinks of me.” you relented. “He’s the biggest freak in school, and the dorkiest loser, and if I try and talk to him and he’s not interested in talking back I won’t be able to take it. Robin, I will simply lay down and be dead for the rest of my life.”

“That’s not how that works, you can’t be dead for the rest of your life.” She shook her head, her brows furrowed. “Because if you’re dead then... you’re not alive”

“Schrodinger's corpse then. Alive and dead at the same time.” 

“Look, just send him the stupid candygram. The worst he can do is say no.” She stood up from the table and grabbed your hand. “Let’s go.”

And that’s how you ended up at the booth, jotting down Eddie’s name on a piece of paper and shoving a few quarters in the till with Robin looking smug. “I doubt he’s ever gotten one anyway, if anything he should be thrilled that someone wanted to send him one.”

“If this kills me, Steve’s in charge of the music at my funeral.” you sighed. 

---

Candygrams were being handed out and delivered through the week. You weren’t paying attention to what period they were supposed to be handed out, and so when two students in obnoxious heart shirts and fake wings burst into your science class with Eddie right next to you, you were about ready to throw yourself out a window. 

No one was surprised when Janet and Charlie were tossed a few candygrams, but everyone’s head whipped around when the red heart shaped lollipop and card was set on Eddie Munson’s desk. Eddie himself seemed more surprised than anyone. 

He had the lollipop in his mouth before he even opened the note attached and you were seconds away from bolting out the door. With any luck, maybe he didn’t know your name even after weeks of sitting next to each other. 

“Who’s it from, freak?” asked Patrick, the basketball jock who sat a few rows ahead. That earned a few snickers from the class. 

“It’s from your mom.” Eddie said without missing a beat and taking out the lollipop. “Tell her I say thanks.”

More laughter from the class as Patrick stood up as if ready to fight, but the teacher quickly told him to sit down. 

Shit, this wasn’t supposed to happen. You felt a bit guilty that your candygram had kicked up a fuss, but at least Eddie didn’t out you as the person who sent it to him. In fact he wasn’t looking over at you at all. 

You watched him out of the corner of your eye as he flipped the card around, as if looking for something. All that was written was his name and “YOU’RE SWEET!” written in cheesy font and his name scribbled in your handwriting. 

And nothing else. 

You didn’t know if you should laugh or cry at your stupidity. You’d been so jumbled and nervous that you’d forgotten to sign the damn thing. Robin was gonna have a field day with this one. 

Eddie kept fidgeting with the card through the rest of class, twisting it and bending it until it was as crumpled and torn as your heart felt. He shoved it in his pocket and didn’t even glance at you as the bell rang and he stood up and tossed the eaten lollipop stick in the trash. 

It’s not personal. You told yourself. He has no idea who sent it to him.

That’s when you had a horrible idea, so stupid it might actually work. 

---

“Explain how this is going to work again?” Robin asked. “You’re going to keep sending him lollipops this week until he notices you?” 

“Sort of.” you said, buying another candygram. “I’ll just send him a few joke ones as a feeler and if he responds positively I’ll come clean. If not, I keep my dignity. It’s a win-win.”

“Since when do you care about your dignity?” Robin sorted. 

“Since I caught feelings for the least dignified guy in school, I guess.” You knew it was stupid, you knew it was ridiculous, but you already messed up once so you might as well lean into it. You scribbled his name down, this time signing it with a satisfied giggle. “This is so dumb.”

Oh, but it was so worth it. You had bought it before school started, guaranteeing that it’d be delivered the same day, handing over a crisp dollar to Nancy Wheeler who had volunteered for the booth. If Eddie had been surprised the first time, he looked almost shocked now.

Eddie, sorry I forgot to sign the first one! This card said, once again not giving away any sign of who it was actually from. You saw his eye sparkle in amusement as he ate his lollipop, and this time the card was read over a few times before being carefully tucked into his dungeon master notebook. 

By the third day, the novelty of Eddie Munson getting candygrams had worn off with the rest of your class, but Eddie’s grin only grew wider each time. 

“Anything for me, Cupid?” Eddie asked as the student council members walked back in to hand out more lollipops. 

He whooped as another one was dropped on his desk and he snatched up the card quickly and you had to cover your face and bite your lip to stop yourself from giggling at his excitement. 

Eddie, sorry I’m so bad at remembering to sign these things! I just get way too excited about sending them out that I lose focus. So anyway this card is actually from-

You had carefully spaced out your writing on the small rectangle of paper so that it left absolutely no room for you to sign your name. Eddie looked downright giddy as he read the note over and over. Seeing him so happy made your stomach burst into butterflies and even if he decided after this he wasn’t interested, this was enough. Knowing that he was smiling because of you was enough. 

Someone said your name and you looked up, surprised to see one of the student council members standing next to you and handing you a candygram. Your eyebrows shot up as you took it with a thanks and opened up the card. 

Who had sent one to you? You’d been so wrapped up in your little scheme you didn’t even consider that someone would try and send you one either. 

A smile tugged at your lips as you saw your name and a small drawing of what looked like an egg in a nest as the sender. Robin, of course. Probably making fun of you for sending candygrams to Eddie without signing either. 

You tucked the candygram in your own notebook safely and dared a glance over at Eddie again. You hadn’t expected for him to be looking back at you, and your heart jumped in your chest. He unwrapped his lollipop and lifted it slightly as if he was trying to toast. You held yours up as well to him, an off sense of camaraderie between two people who had their day temporarily disturbed for commercialized love. 

Thursday came around, Valentine's day proper, but they’d be doing one last day of candygrams on Friday as well. This was a fundraiser after all, and capitalism trumps any semblance of real sincerity. Well, you said that but that wasn’t exactly going to stop you from continuing your little plan. 

Today was the day you were going to pull out the big guns. You handed over a full $5 to have a carnation sent to Eddie, as well as a return to sender card to Robin for being a good friend. 

“Shouldn’t he be the one sending you a flower?” Nancy asked, handing you the card to write on. You wondered how Nancy had time for all of the extracurricular activities she had going on, working with the student council and the school newspaper. 

You just shrugged at the question, not realizing how wide you were smiling or how obviously warm your cheeks were. To anyone with two eyes, you were glowing and to anyone with one eye, you were phosphorescent. 

The disinterest that your classmates had from the last two rounds perked back up with a flower was delivered to Eddie that afternoon. 

“For little old me?” Eddie said, batting his eyelashes at the delivery boy as he took the carnation. You giggled to yourself as he opened the card again. 

Man, I’m bad at this aren’t I? Don’t worry, this time I’m writing very small so I have room to sign this card. Seeing you light up when these get delivered has made my whole week, and totally worth it. Anyway this is from- 

To be fair, you had actually signed your name this time. However this time you had made an attempt to erase it with one of those erasers. The horrible stiff ones that only made big smudges and made the mistake worse and nearly tore through the paper. You had carefully looked at your smudged signature for a long time before deciding it was illegible enough to send. 

Eddie faked a swoon in his seat, nearly toppling over onto the floor. “Come on!” he laughed, pushing himself back upright, smiling with his whole face. He looked over the note again, something clicking in his brain and you quickly looked down at the book you were currently pretending to read. 

“It’s someone in here.” you heard him mutter to himself and your heart started pounding in your chest. You focused on your breathing to try and stop yourself from giggling and giving yourself away. 

“Stop sending yourself stuff, Munson. It’s pathetic.” Patrick called out. 

“If you wanted me to be your Valentine, sweetheart, all you had to do was ask nicely.” Eddie said, but he sounded distracted as his eyes scanned the room for any hint of who this mysterious person is. “And next time, I’m more than happy with just the lollipop, it’s saving me on smokes.”

You didn’t even notice the lollipop on your desk until class had started back up. Unfolding the card you smiled to yourself, seeing that it was from Robin again. This time the egg in the nest had a crack in it and seemed to be hatching. You’d ask her about it later. 

Nothing said during the rest of class even registered with you, every word was in one ear and out the other. This had been a fun week sending Eddie all the lollipops and flowers but tomorrow was the last day to have something sent to him. 

Were you going to sign your name? That’s the million dollar question. You had told Robin that you would if Eddie seemed interested, and he had made it clear he was enjoying the attention. 

But would he still enjoy the attention if he learned it was from you? You two weren’t exactly friends, but not complete strangers either. He didn’t seem to dislike you, after all he’d raised a toast with you with your lollipops the other day. 

Well, if you were gonna put yourself out there, you were gonna do it on your own terms.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Robin said that Friday morning as you dropped a handful of ones on the table for one last hurrah. 

“Nope, I’ve committed.” you said, taking the small stack of cards and getting to work. 

“I’m going to have you committed.” Robin shook her head. “I mean, this is actually insane, you know that right? There’s no reason to go through all this trouble, when you could just talk to him.”

“Oh, but where’s the fun in that, Buckley?” you asked, as you added one letter of your name to each of the cards. “Gotta make him work for it.”

“So you’re gonna give him a Valentine's themed word jumble as your big sign off?” 

“Yup.” you confirmed, adding his name to each of the cards. He’d get them all in one go and then it’s up to him to unscramble your name and figure it out. 

After that... well, the ball is in his court. 

Besides, if he liked the lollipops enough that he’d reach for one instead of a cigarette then that’s good enough. 

“You’re such a weirdo. You deserve each other.” Robin went on. “The Weirdo and the Freak. It’s like Beauty and the Beast except.. Not.”

“Robin, don’t you know three languages?” you snorted finishing up your stack and handing them over to be sent. “You are so much smarter than me, but this is where you lose words?”

“It’s Friday and I haven’t had coffee.” she pointed out. “Oh, thanks for sending me one by the way.”

“Yeah, of course. I mean you sent me one so I wasn’t gonna leave you hanging.” you nudged her playfully. 

“I didn’t send you one.” Robin looked at you, confused. 

“What?” You reached into your backpack and pulled out the notebook where you had placed the card and handed it to her. “But that’s a robin’s egg...?”

“It’s an egg, probably.” Robin agreed. “But I’m broke. I didn’t send any out.” 

You stared at the card with new eyes. If she didn’t send it, then who did?

---

“Holy shit.” Eddie muttered as a bag of lollipops was dumped on his desk with no rhyme or reason, earning a round of laughter and snickers from the class. The teacher had long since given up on trying to keep the class’s attention when the Cupid’s showed up. 

He sorted through the cards, a puzzled expression on his face as he looked at the different letters on the cards until he found one that had real words on it. 

Figure it out, Sucker <3 Eddie’s face was a wonderful mixture of amusement, bewilderment, and mild offense. 

One of the Cupid’s handed you another two lollipops as well. One was actually signed by one of your friends in band, and the other had another doodle of an egg. This time the egg was completely hatched and there was some sort of weird bird flying off. 

Not a robin. You decided, trying to figure out what it was supposed to be. 

You barely paid attention in class for the rest of the hour, your attention split between the three egg Valentines you received and the man next to you. Eddie had pulled out his Dungeon Master notebook to try and decode your message. You felt flattered that he was using his favored notebook to try and figure out your puzzle. 

Eddie was sucking on one of the lollipops diligently as he scribbled down random letters. Now that you thought about it, you’d never seen him look so studious in class before. You wondered if this is what he looked like when he was working on his campaigns and your brain decided to give you a treat of a daydream where the two of you were sitting around in your room while he explained his campaign and how he’d love to have someone like you join Hellfire-

It was three minutes before the bell, and that meant just a few minutes until your last period and the weekend. With Valentine’s day falling in the middle of the week, most of your friends were going to be off doing things with their partners. Maybe you, Robin, and Steve- no wait, Steve actually got dates. Robin worked on the weekend. 

Maybe Eddie- NOPE. Not going there, you were not about to get your hopes up for this. 

You glanced over at him again, looking at his notebook to see if he was anywhere close to decoding your name. Eddie had the worst handwriting you’d ever seen and so you would be surprised if he could even figure out his own notes. Between unjumbling your letters, he had started doodling in the margins. You assumed that they were D&D monsters from the look of it, since none of them looked like actual animals except for the bats in the corner. 

The only other thing you recognized was a dragon, drawn in a larger scale on the side of the page. It’s wings were expanded and it was flying off, and from this angle it looked like a weird...

It looked like some bird

Some sort of weird bird

Your head snapped back down to the card in front of you. This wasn’t a weird bird. It was a dragon. A dragon hatching from an egg. An egg that hatched a dragon. A dragon that was drawn with the same pose as the one in Eddie’s notebook. Eddie’s notebook had your dragon no wait, your card had his dragon-

Eddie Munson had sent you the cards. 

Eddie had-

“Oh.” You said out loud. You were nearly fighting back hysterical laughter at this, and you pressed your hands against your face, with your shoulder shaking with repressed laughter. 

Why the hell had Eddie sent you those cards? The two of you had barely spoken to each other!

 You did the same damn thing, dipshit. You reminded yourself. In fact you had gone way harder than he had. But what did this MEAN? 

The bell rang and everyone scrambled to get out of the classroom, and before you could say anything, Eddie was off and running out of the classroom at the speed of light. 

What was that about?

Robin was right. If you were ever going to have a chance with him, you were going to suck it up and talk to him, even if it meant possibly embarrassing yourself. Plus, finding out why he sent you three candygrams was currently trumping any fear of rejection. Curiosity killed the cat, but at least he died satisfied. You’re pretty sure how that saying went at least. 

You knew that Eddie had Hellfire today, it was Friday and he and all of his friends had been running around in their club shirts. With a deep breath you...realized you had no idea where the hell they actually met. 

This whole thing could have been planned better, actually. 

You started walking around the school blindly for any sign of the signature baseball tee that they all wore. If you found one of them, they were sure to lead you to Eddie. God, you felt like a stalker. 

There. Long dark curls against a stark white shirt with black sleeves. Your heart leapt in your chest, and you had to make the choice now. 

“E... Eddie! Wait up!” you called out, walking quickly towards him. 

When he turned around to look at you, you felt the air disappear from your lungs. How was it possible for him to be so beautiful and why the fuck did no one in this school seem to notice? 

Eddie pulled the lollipop he’d been sucking on out of his mouth, surprised to see you. 

“Hey.” he said. “Uh... you sit next to me in class.” 

He was either playing dumb, or you were about to make an ass of yourself. But, like Robin asked, since when do you care about dignity?

You reached into your bag and pulled out the candygrams that had been sent to you and holding them out. 

To your relief he gave you a bashful smile. “Guess you caught me, huh?” he asked. “You solved my Valentine’s puzzle.” 

“I have a pretty high intelligence when I apply myself.” you said, which only made him grin wide. “But I gotta say, Munson. I’m actually a little disappointed. I mean, sadistic and scary dungeon master of the Hellfire club, and this is the best puzzle you could come up with?”

He crossed his arms and took a step towards you. “Well, I don’t know you as well as I’d like.” he said, and your stomach erupted into butterflies. “Had to start somewhere.” 

“I guess I had to be sneaky and pay attention to you to figure it out. You’re hard not to notice, you know.” you admitted, crossing your arms as well to mimic him. 

“Being The Freak means I fail most stealth checks.” he shrugged. 

“High charisma though.” you threw out there, hoping that line would land and to your delight it did.

“It’s the Munson Magic. I come by it naturally.” Eddie’s smile was so wide it was cheesy but shit, it was working on you. 

“Not great intelligence though.” you smirked at him. 

“Oh? And how do you figure that?” He looked a little offended now, and you saw his shoulder stiffen as if he was waiting for this to suddenly go south. 

“Spell my name, Eddie.” 

You could see the lightbulb go off in his mind and his eyes widened. 

“You- wait, you were the one who kept sending me the cards?” Eddie looked nothing short of bewildered and ecstatic. You had a feeling that if things went well, you wouldn’t have to worry about ever knowing what he was thinking as he wore every emotion on his sleeve. 

“Surprise?” you asked, playing with the strap of your backpack. 

Eddie licked his lips, chasing the last of the flavor of the sucker he’d been eating. He looked at you, as if searching for something, and you cut in before he had the chance to find it. 

“Do you want to hang out sometime?” you asked, a little louder than you meant to. “Like, just us.”

“Do you think you can handle a date with The Freak?” Eddie asked, standing a little straighter. “I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors, and I promise the worst of them are true.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Eddie, I’ve always wanted to join Hellfire.” you smirked. “I’m sure there are worse things for a first date than sacrificing someone to Satan, or summoning demons, or joining a cult.”

“I’m a gentleman, I would never ask a lady to summon demons on the first date. That’s at least a third date activity.” Eddie held his hand to his heart and raised a hand as if making an oath. 

Oh yeah, you were going to marry him. You were already picturing proposing to him and taking him away from this town. 

“Then how about dinner at Benny’s?” you suggested. “Burgers and shakes on me and you can tell me more about Hellfire and dragons and I can give you a spelling lesson.”

Eddie ran his ringed fingers through his hair and you giggled as the rings got snagged and he struggled to untangle them. 

“It’s.. a date then.” he said, but it came out as more of a question, as if he was asking if this was really happening. 

“A date.” You agreed, handing him your number, having come prepared. 

As you began to walk away, he called out after you. 

“Wait! You said you wanted to check out Hellfire, right?” Eddie said and you turned to look at him. “I’m... I’m actually running a one shot tonight. Kind of beginner friendly enough. I don’t often do this in the middle of the semester but one of our usuals dropped out because he had a date so... we have an open seat at the table. If you think you can handle it.”

Your smile widened as you walked over to him. “I think I’ll take you up on that.”

Eddie offered his arm to you, as if he were a gentleman which you took eagerly. 

“So... how do you actually spell your name?” 

---

Dear Reader, I hope you have the easiest name to spell because that would make this fic at least 3% funnier. Also, I'm proud I got this done before Valentine's day because I never even finished my Halloween or Christmas fic. Be proud of me.

Please reblog if you enjoyed it <3

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[leafleaf]

Princess

Summary: Luke never would have thought he'd ever have eyes for the daughter of Hades and Persephone.

Warnings!: Fem! Hades & Persephone reader, because Hades cabin doesn't exist yet, she's a minor god, so she stays in whatever cabin she pleases until the time of Nico Di Angelo. Timing is placed before tlt . She has pyro kenesis basically fire control. I've changed somethings, she's not considered a forbidden child because she's born from two gods, not a god and a human. This isn't canon obvi i made it up to fit the story.

Whenever Luke was called to the big house, he knew he was never in trouble. It was always to show around and be informed of a new arrival. But this time when he got to Chiron and Mr. D they seemed a little bit more..serious about this new camper.

"Ah Luke, come sit with us." Chiron beckoned him to sit with him and Mr. D while they were playing cards. This was already out of the ordinary, usually when there was a new camper, he would get a brief run down of who they were and when they were coming, and he would be sent back on his merry little way. He slowly pulled out the chair and sat. "We have a new camper coming tomorrow."

Okay nothing new, "That's great, I'll be showing them around tomorrow?" He asks knowing the answer is yes.

"Yes, but there are some things you need to know before her arrival." Chiron answers. Great, so the new camper is a girl.

"This girl.." Chiron continues. Luke waited. He was so curious. Was she a forbidden child? Was she a crazy psycho? "She's the daughter of Hades, and Persephone." That answered all of Luke's questions.

The Princess of the Underworld would be coming to Camp Half-Blood, and he needed to escort her around.

"She'll arrive tomorrow early in the morning, be ready kid. O' eight hundred. " Dionysus continued.

"You are dismissed." Chiron says not once looking up from his intense game or cards with Mr. D. Whelp, this was gonna be very interesting for Luke.

Luke woke up the next morning at around 7 am. Perfect amount of time to get ready and to eat something before showing the new camper around. It had occurred to Luke that he didn't know her name. Chiron hadn't told him. By the time he was done getting ready and had a bite to eat, it was about 7:50. Perfect timing.

He made it to the borders of camp to wait for the girl. Nonethe less when the clock struck 8:00am and all of the campers started to ride due to the morning conch. A big pink flame of fire emerged from the ground. It startled Luke, but as the flame started to go away, the silhouette of a girl peaked through. She was facing the other way looking around. And when she turned around..

Oh boy.

Luke fell hard. His palms were starting to sweat, he felt his heart thumping. Of course he had always heard the myths and the stories about the Princess of the underworld. In almost all of them they had all mentioned her beauty. And boy were those words true.

"Are you the boy that's showing me around? Father said that I would have an escort?" She said. Her voice was like the calm after a storm. Luke didn't answer. "Uhm? Sir?" She questioned.

"Oh! Uhm yes! that's me. Uh I'm Luke." He managed to get out while offering his hand to her.

She took it, boy her hands were soft like feathers. "I'm Y/n, it's nice to meet you, but can we get going? It's quite hot today." She said

Without thinking Luke says "You'd think you'd be used to the heat, being from the underworld and all." Luke's eyes widen when he realized what he said.

He looked her in the eyes and at first he thought he fucked up. She had a deadpan on her face. But when they stared at each other for a bit she started to crack, and she let out the most beautiful laugh Luke had ever heard.

"Well, let's get going Luke, we wouldn't wanna burn out here," She said with a little giggle sending a small amber his way.

He was in awe. She had fire powers, just like the stories said.

After a while. The pair got close. They were friends...that's if you still count them as your friends even though you're constantly flirting all of the time.

And that was the dynamic between the two. They were always bickering or flirting, or both at the same time. Luke knew from the moment he saw her he was doomed. He had never felt this way about anyone before. Every camper saw it, Luke looked at Y/n like she hung the stars in the sky, and honestly if you told Luke she did, he would believe you.

After a while the two had even received a name, the princess and her guardian. Because wherever Y/n was Luke wasn't too far by lingering around her, always keeping an eye on her.

They never admitted they're feelings for each other however. Not until the incident about a year after Y/n's first summer at camp.

"Oh come on Y/n, why don't you ditch that loser Luke and be with me." Ben from Aphrodite cabin said to her as she sat by herself with her lunch waiting for Luke.

"Excuse me?" She said with offence. Luke for one was NOT a loser, okay maybe he was just a bit but still. That was rude, and Y/n didn't like rude people.

"You heard me doll." He said with a smug smirk. Gross, that nick name did not come out as good as he thought it did.

"Leave me alone please, now you're just being ridiculous." She stated. Y/n was very open with her boundaries and did not like it when they were crossed.

"Oh come on, you know you want to." This guy just couldn't take the hint.

"She said leave dude." Luke stated from behind you. You looked back and smiled mouthing "Thank you."

"Well well, the loser himself. Y/n deserves a real man, after all, she is a princess." He said in a snarky tone.

"Dude seriously just back off." Luke said stepping up chest to chest with him now. Y/n stood now, she didn't like conflict, and she definitely did not want to be the reason why it started.

"Come on Luke, let's just go." She said trying to tug him away. Luke looked at her then back at the smug boy. Luke huffed and turned around.

"Yeah go ahead and go cry to your daddy! Oh wait..." Ben shouted as they walked away. This time Luke wasn't the only one that was fighting now. Y/n knew all about Hermes and how he treated Luke. Now this made her angry.

"What did you say?" Y/n said as she turned around.

"You heard me clear and-" He stopped talking as he took in Y/n's state. Her eyes burned with fire. Her fists ready with flames.

"Can you repeat yourself?" She said coming closer to him.

Ben started to panic. "Help!" He yelled, as if everyone eyes weren't on them the second Y/n turned around. "This girl is crazy!" He cried.

Y/n fake lunged forward toward him which scared him endlessly making him run off to cry to mommy. Of course Y/n wasn't going to actually hurt him. Just scare him a bit so he wouldn't mess with her and Luke.

Now that Ben was away, so was the crowd. Nothing to watch anymore so everyone went about their day. Now it was just her and Luke.

She calmed and so did her fire. She turned to see Luke staring at her with more twinkle in his eyes than usual.

"Yes?" She asked.

"I'm in love with you." Luke said.

"What?"

"I love-" Luke was cut off with a pair of lips colliding with his. It was everything Luke thought it would be. Her lips were soft, just like he imagined. He always thought he would kiss her first though. I guess some things can't be predicted.

"I love you too Luke Castellan." She said after they pulled apart.

The two stared at each other with their rosy cheeks and they're foreheads pushed together.

Luke never would have thought in a million years that he would be with the Princess of the Underworld, there's a first to everything though.

A/n: I've been having writers block recently. I literally don't know what to write, so if you have an requests, they're open on my acct!!

[bonchobrick]

So I’ve seen some posts going around about a ‘Bruce adopts Danny and everyone thinks they’ll finally have a normal family member—Danny is very not normal’ and here’s my late night take on it.

Or

Danny batfam au where they batfam tries really hard to keep their vigilante ass-kicking nightlife a secret from danny because he is ‘the only normal one in the family’ this becomes a problem however when danny gets kidnapped.

——-

The batfam all work together in a deeply serious family meeting to save their boy. After hours of combining their brains together they come up with a plan that will effectively save danny from joker, kick joker’s ass, and also make them look really cool while doing it.

So they bust in that warehouse, guns blazing, explosions fading in the background, a gust of dramatic dust covers the air

Batman steps infront of the rest of the team and demands to the blurry figure somewhere in the distance, “Where is Danny!”

The dust clears–they expect bad guys pointing weapons meancingly at them, they expect a cackle of a wicked clown amused at whatever plot he had planned coming to life, they expected a terrified boy perhaps tied somewhere likely siting in a chair that joker could present to the bats as a way of taunting them.

The dust settles–they observed their surroundings looking around and realize that, there are few new facts to be added into this ‘defeat the villain, get the bro, happy ending equation’

There is decidedly no weapons being pointed at them: In fact, all of the henchmen are already knocked out and tied up.

There is decidedly no evil laughs being echoed their way: In fact, the only noise that isnt coming from them is a light scritch scratch of a pencil

And there is decidedly no terrified little boy, there is a Danny however and he seems to be doing alright–actually scratch that.

Danny is doing wonders for the situation he’s in right now: In fact–

–Danny is sitting criss cross applesauce on-top a knocked out tied up Joker doing his algebra homework

The small blue eyed boy looks up at Batman's voice and visibly brightens, “Oh hey guys, I was wondering when you’d show up.”

Jason says with the utmost of comprehension, “...what.”

“So hi, I’m kinda new to gotham so sorry about beating these guys up, I think they’re villains? I dunno, anyways if you could take care of these guys while I call an uber home that’d be great.”

Danny sends them a blinding smile which would've been adorable if there weren’t a massive pile of bodies he were casually walking away from.

As Danny nears the exit he looks over his shoulder to the baffled group of vigilantes and blinks

“Oh yeah one last thing,” Danny rubs the back of his neck nervously, “Could you guys not tell the Waynes about this.”

Damian speaks up for the rest of his frozen family, albeit hesitantly, “I do think they have already been alerted of your kidnapping.”

“Oh no that's fine.” Danny starts nervously, “It's more about me being the… fighter… in this situation. I was just adopted by them and they seem really nice, I don’t want to scare them away being all grrrr im a scary monster boy and i love to hurt people argh.”

“I don’t think they’d think you're a monster.” Tim adds quietly

“Eh, tell that to my birth parents–they went psycho on me. Like evil scientist psycho, it was not as awesome as the movies make it sound, having scientists for parents.” Danny says bittersweet as he admits with a shrug

There is a moment of silence as the batfamily reevaluate the adoption file that states Danny’s family before they passed were very good people–albeit a bit excentric.

Dick blurts out, “Where did you learn to fight?”

Danny sends him an anxious chuckle, “I actually started when I was fourteen–my town always ran into some trouble so I had to step up. It’s part of the reason I moved here actually. I really don’t want anything to do with that hero vigilante life anymore…” The boy puts his hands together in a pleading motion, “So please don’t tell The Waynes!”

Bewildered at the situation as a whole they nod in a daze

The boys eyes widen at their easy agreement and he grins, “Thank you so so much! I’ve got to go now, it’s way past my curfew. but you’ll probably see me again next time I get kidnapped–I’ll make sure to put in a good word for you guys with my family bye!”

And just like that Danny slips off into the night leaving behind a family who were so sure they finally found a normal addition to their pack.

Jason sighs looking forlornly at the spot Danny had previously been standing, “You could just never pick the just semi-mentally healthy normal kids could you?”

Bruce groans pinching his the bridge of his nose

[hobie-enthusiast]

ALEX I JUST HAD AN IDEA...

so you know how spidey sense like, lets the spider know that there's a danger nearby before it gets to them? what if there was a spidey sense but for like, not danger. yk. like. LIKE...

i imagined hobie sitting by himself somewhere, not really paying attention? and then he gets this feeling that envelopes him whole and gives him the warm fuzzies and makes him smile, and he doesn't get what it is until his s/o comes up behind him and hugs him from behind, or like slaps his shoulders trying to scare him and he just wuvs them so much

im so soft you made me soft for hobie look what you've done!!!!

- your friendly neighborhood 🕷️ anon [ idc if emoji anons are so last year im spider anon now >:) ]

THAT FUNNY FEELING !

— hobie brown x gn!reader

— fluff, just straight fluff, hobie being so in love its crazy, petnames and lots more fluff

— hobie's spider-senses were giving him a new sensation, but he couldn't really put his finger on what it was

— ANON THIS IS SO ADORABLE MUWAH! ALSO EMOJI ANONS ON TOP I LOVE IT

Hobie had been getting a new warm feeling that he didn't understand.

It happened whenever he was at peace. There was never any danger near him or around him. He could be sitting there, minding his business, only for this warm feeling to engulf his entire body. His mind draws blank as it’s engulfed with that damn fuzzy feeling.

He could never say he hates it though. It reminds him of you.

It comes at him whenever he’s somewhere with you. Whether the two of you are just hanging out, winning a battle, or walking around, he’s randomly hit with a wave of a good-feeling. One that stays with him for a small while, that feels like happiness spreading through his body.

That's how he mentally connected it to you. Of course, he didn't think for a while you truly were the cause. Not until recently.

You practically begged him to come over, to take the day off from being Spider-man and hang out with you. Hobie always had a hard time saying no to you, so he agreed.

You were out at the local shoppe by this point, so he let himself in (with the spare key you gave him of course). He looked to find ways to entertain himself, settling on strumming his guitar. He kicked his feet onto your bed as he lied back in your desk chair.

After a small while, he started getting that feeling again. That fuzzy one that engulfs him entirely, making him feel good. He glances up to look around, but sees nothing. He found it odd, but maybe it meant you were back home?

Nah, he was kidding himself. The connection was probably just in his head.

—

You place your groceries on the counter, ears picking up the sound of a guitar playing. You smile to yourself. Of course you know who the culprit was. He had a key because of you anyways.

Slowly, you creep up to your bedroom, carefully cracking the door. You keep quiet as you admire your boyfriend from afar. He seemed so relaxed, which wasn't usual for him.

Hobie deserved some peace and relaxation after saving so many people. You seemed to be the only one who truly thought that. Miguel didn't see it that way. The criminals among New York didn't understand that. And even Hobie himself didn't think he deserved a break for doing what he's supposed to.

So watching him so.. unaware for once truly was a sight.

You enter the room as quietly as possible, creeping up behind him to wrap your arms around his shoulders.

When you crept up, Hobie was engulfed by that feeling again. A warm smile crosses his face when he feels you lean against him, laughing in his shoulder.

"There ya are." He said with a small laugh. "I had a feelin' you were home."

You raise an eyebrow, smile never faltering. "What? No you didn't! You were so unaware when I snuck up behind you!"

Hobie raises his eyebrows, the feeling slowly fading from his body. So he was right! That warm and euphoric feeling did come from you, his lover. No one else could make him feel that way, not even close.

"Oooh, does the tingle work even for me?" You ask in an excited tone.

"The.. tingle?"

You nod happily, moving so you sit on the bed by his legs. "Yeah! You know, the thing you use to sense danger."

God Hobie found you so.. mesmorizing. Your truly somewhat childish nature that wasn't that but close, he loved it.

"Nah, only works for danger, love." He responds, looking down and strumming his guitar.

"Then you can't sense me! I'm like a ninja. This is perfect." You say, standing and grabbing Hobie's arm. "C'mon, I have some groceries for dinner."

He nodded and stood, guitar on the bed as he followed you to the kitchen. Of course he was going to keep the sensation a secret. He wanted to keep that for himself, a way you make him feel. And besides, what's the harming in letting you think that you could sneak up on him?

It could bring more heartfelt moments like that.

—

Ever since then, Hobie pretended to be blissfully unaware.

He pretended like he couldn't feel you sneaking up on him to scare him. He pretended he never knew you were right behind him, waiting for him to see you. He pretended like he didn't expect your "unexpected" or "surprise" hugs.

Because honestly, he loved you. Hobie loved these little things, even if it sounded weird in itself. He loved having a partner who was always catching him off-guard with affection, even if he was sensing it.

There are random times when the two of you are just sitting together, each one doing a separate activity. He would be on his guitar and you would be catching up on your latest game or book.

Then, that feeling would hit Hobie. He would feel the fuzies he felt from before, and a smile graces his face. It prompts him to move to hug you from behind, nuzzling his head into your shoulder or neck.

When you question him, "What are you doing, love?"

He just sighs, smile never leaving his face. "Just love ya, so damn much sweetheart."

Certainly enough to make your heart melt and cheeks go red. You always found these moments slightly odd, however. He initiated those moments whenever you planned to try and scare him or give him your own surprise hug.

He always beat you to it. Not that you could complain, oh no. If anything, you welcome this with open arms.

You had a slight feeling that Hobie wasn't being entirely honest when he said he truly never knew when you were behind him. Hobie was always aware of his surroundings. But that didn't make you think for too long. You chalked it up to Hobie just letting his guard down around you, and that made you feel nice.

This new sense of Hobie's was his personal favourite, one that he's glad comes from you, the very person he loves and appreciates so so dearly.

[zalayni]

𓂃 💫 ੭ ᝢ SUGAR ༉

spendin' all my nights alone waiting for you to call me. you're the only one I want by my side when I fall asleep 💤

❛ pairing: earth42!miles x reader

❛ summary: after a long day there's nothing better than having your lover help you as you do your night time routine, no matter how girly it might be.

❛ warnings: the lower caps are intended. reader uses she/her pronouns.

❛ author's note: this is supposed to be longer but I lost everything and had to restart it from scratch. also this isn't proofread what so ever. I live like a warrior i'll die like a warrior 🫡🫡(I'm too lazy to read alat)

if anybody told Miles from when he was new to being prowler that he would be sitting in his room, wiping a girls makeup off specifically HIS girls makeup off he'd just tell them. “man you're buggin.”

yet here he was.

after a long day of standing around with music blasting in your ear while people laughed in the background you were finally back alone with Miles. it was silent but at the same time it was comforting. Miles was there kneeling infront of you, wiping your makeup off as you sat on the vanity chair he had bought and installed in his room along with the hello kitty mirror he saw people hyping up on tiktok.

don't get it mixed up though Miles would never use that vanity, he bought it for you. he filled up the drawers with makeup and products he'd see you use just for you. he did all of this because all he wished was for you to feel at home with him.

he went through the hard work of building and putting up the parts by himself as he was too embarrassed to ask uncle aaron or his mom for help. what would uncle aaron say if miles would randomly come in his home saying “help me build this pretty pink and white vanity I just bought.”

you always crashed at his place or miles would crash at yours. either way he always insisted on helping you with your nightly routine.

"all done Mami, now go wash up. I'll get your pajamas from the laundry." Miles attempted to get up before getting stopped by your hands pulling him down to peck his cheek. you pulled away while muttering a thank you.

Miles smirked at you while getting up.

"yeah, no problem. anything for my girl."

miles was the sweetest person to ever come into your life. who knew Brooklyn's number one killer would be such a lover boy? maybe it's because of the fact that he's always been a mamas boy growing up.

you finished up your shower, wrapping the towel around your body before a knock echoed through the bathroom. "ma, can I come in? I've got your pajamas." you quickly opened the door to see Miles standing there with your pink pajama set in his hands.

he stared at your figure watching as water droplets still slowly rolled down your body.

"Morales you're staring at me." you playfully said while side eyeing before taking the clothes out of his hands. Miles huffed and grabbed you by the waist, pulling you closer silencing your giggles with a kiss.

"whatever ma you're trippin' I wasn't even staring you're just reading into it too much. even if I was can you blame me? I bagged such a pretty girlfriend."

Miles eyed you down once again before leaning close to your ear. "maybe even future wife."

ugh what a tease. yet everytime he did this you felt butterflies in your stomach.

he chuckled before exiting the bathroom leaving you there staring at his back, stunned. you shook it off with a laugh and got dressed so you could be back in his arms.

you brushed your teeth and did your skincare that Miles would always restock on. you felt bad as they were pricey but he would always insist on buying them for you.

you hanged the towel on the rack to dry and exited the bathroom, practically speed walking to Miles room. once you opened the door you were met with Miles laying comfortably on his bed with nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants on. He had his arms up with his phone in his hands scrolling on whatever socials he was checking up on.

you closed his bedroom door before crawling in between his arms, laying your head on his chest. Miles sighed and put down his phone, wrapping his arms around you. He pecked the top of your head making you look up at him. "long day?" you asked him making miles suck his teeth.

"tch. ma you were there with me, yes the function was fun but of course my mom had to make us stay till past midnight talking about some ‘hold on we'll leave after I'm done talking.’" you laughed at him mimicking his mom's voice whole repeating what she would keep saying during the function.

mrs morales loved you so she told Miles to invite you to their family's function as his date which you gladly said yes to.

the day was long and your feet might've ached from all the standing as every seat was taken up, your stomach might've hurt from all the aunties insisting on you to eat more but at the end of day you got to see Miles smile, and it wasn't because of you. for some that was the rarest sight to witness.

after the death of his dad Miles drifted away from everyone but here he was laughing and bickering with his favourite cousins. he was actually playing his favorite sport, basketball for once and laughing whenever he'd steal the ball from his cousins.

you witnessed Miles grow as a person and slowly pick up broken pieces. it was truly heart warming.

here you laid in the dead of night, ear on Miles chest hearing his soft heartbeat with your eyes closed. you were calm yet your head was racing with thoughts. you decided to break the silence after awhile of listening to his breathing pattern and heartbeats. "hey Miles, I'm not sure if you're asleep but I have a question."

it was silent for awhile making you think Miles fell asleep before you could ask it but then he answered. "go ahead Mami, I'm listening."

"would you give the world to me?" you looked up at him only to see his half lidded eyes staring down at you. "mhmm no."

your heart dropped at his answer, lips close to quivering, but the hard beating of your heart slamming against your chest was calmed down with what you heard him say afterwards.

"hermosa, why would I do that when there's other planets too?"

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please do not steal, copy, translate or put my work on any other apps. thank you for reading 🫶

artwork in header made by koscribbls on instagram

[euaphora]

✎ᝰpart two

colleague!kento who hates having to wake up every morning to deal with irritating people from his work, everything seemed to piss him off or made him upset. nobody would invite him out for drinks except you.

colleague!kento who was slightly surprised when you came up to him before the evening ended, he was pretty nervous to talk to you since you always seemed to avoid him, or so he thought.

colleague!kento who watched your glossed lips touch, of course he wasn’t paying attention, he had only been thinking about many different ways you could be using your plumped lips for…“so should I take that as a yes?” you ask, awkwardly waiting for him to respond. “huh? yeah sure, whatever…sounds good.”

colleague!kento who watches you jump up and down to his response, seeing you skip away. He shrugs it off and proceeded to type away on his computer. couple hours later, he feels his phone vibrate. picking up the phone, he hears a female voice on the other line who seems to be you.

colleague!kento who rushes over to the bar you were at, he completely forgot you asked him for something but since he wasn’t paying attention, he didn’t know you had asked him if he wanted to go drinking with his other colleagues.

colleague!kento who enters the bar and immediately spots you, you had been munching on bowls of miso soup and washed it down with a couple of drinks while everyone else danced to the music or rambled about how hard work has been lately.

colleague!kento who laughs at the small mess you made and walks over to you, pulling out the chair that’s sitting next to you from the table. you turn you head to the left and look up to spot him already looking at you.

colleague!kento who politely denies your offer when you ask, “oh hey, do you want some?” you seemed a little tipsy, but not to the point where your face would fall straight into the hot bowl filled with veggies.

colleague!kento who holds onto your body, pushing you back so you wouldn’t get too close to him but just enough we’re you could stand on your own.

colleague!kento who immediately got impatient with the way everyone started acting—looking over at your direction and realizing you were already staring— he laughs it off but stops when he sees you pulling closer to him. You give him a big smile and look down towards his soft, plump pink lips.

colleague!kento who starts to get nervous, he never felt this type of feeling—besides when he had work being due the same day and had to turn it in already— but for some reason he couldn’t stop himself when he pushed you away. He didn’t want to have any intimate actions with you when you were not sober.

colleague!kento who reassured you after you asked him, “is it because my breath smells like soup?” while pouting you lips towards him, he laughs it off and shakes his head, “I wouldn’t want for you to regret anything that happens tonight tomorrow morning, bunny.”

colleague!kento who doesn’t realize the face you make after his comment, or the way your plush thighs clenched at the pet name. you loved the way he was so responsible and respectful towards you, only making you a little more wet in between your legs.