#he’s short just get over it and keep going with the movie Jesus Christ no one gives a fuck

[shit-sorry-fuck-mybad]

I imagine that every time anyone has to act with Tom Cruise they get called to a meeting before they start shooting the movie where they will discuss with them every single thing they have to do in order to make Tom Cruise appear taller than he actually is

Honestly I don’t know how anyone who has ever acted with Tom Cruise hasn’t given like an exclusive interview about the stupid things they’ve done to make Tom Cruise look taller, or the process of just staring as someone put a box in front of them so that Tom could stand on it and look taller than he is

#dude if I was an actor and someone told me ‘right in this scene Tom is gonna be standing in a box’ i don’t know what I would do with myself #maybe cry and maybe laugh idk #heard that Anthony edwards cpulnt wear shoes sometimes cause they made Tom look shorter????? the fuck?? #I think it’s the most ridiculous shit ever #the obsession with making Tom look taller than he actually is #or not as short as he actually is #he’s short just get over it and keep going with the movie Jesus Christ no one gives a fuck #also fan girls love small little angry guys like him so like idk use that #tw: Tom cruise #I hate the guy #I hate him and his stupid cult and his stupid little boxes #top gun #Tom cruise #mission impossible #i feel like u should clarify that this is not me hating on him for being short I don’t give a fuck I think it’s dumb to do these things to- #-make actors look taller #it’s weird

[lovelettersfromluna]

The Summoning

summary: so now you’re fucking your roommate on the regular, what could possibly go wrong? It’s just for the camera, right?

an: You guys!! I’m so so happy with the feedback if received for the first chapter of this fic, I want to give you guys as much camgirl!Ellie as I possibly can. So, as before, let’s keep this short and sweet so we can get into it, love you so so so much (also shout out to everyone’s comments and asks on what they wanted to see for this chapter! Yoi all helped me sm! You all know who you are hehe)

warnings: smut!! 18+, MDNI, camgirl!ellie, roommate!ellie, biker!Ellie (there’s lots of tropes in this one lol), JELOUS!ELLIE, mentions of an older woman but it’s so brief, mentions of alternate love interest, face sitting, fingering, filming of intercourse, use of strap, mentions of the word cock, ANGST!, slight fluff??, lmk if I missed anything!

You can read part 1 here!, and part 3 here!

A soft puff of air blew past your lips as you finished organizing the last shelf of records, your eyes looking down at the remainder vinyls that most definitely wouldn’t fit into any of the space you had.

God you hated the holidays.

Well you didn’t, you loved the colder months. It was so cozy, and welcoming, however you hated it as a retail worker. With the changing of the seasons came your manager with boxes of new vintage records that he explained were in high demand for the customers coming in and out of the city, all of which you had to change out and organize from the last collection you’d had for the summer time.

So the holidays were fine, just not when you were working.

Not to mention, the only thing plaguing your mind these days was a specific brunette who had quite the tongue on her.

After that night, Ellie had you rewatch the video, making sure you were okay with it, and it was okay to post. It was weird, because you’d never really seen yourself that way. You never moan too loud, or put on too much of a show during sex, it just was what it was, and it wasn’t ever really done with an audience in mind. But seeing yourself in Ellie’s lap, her strong hands running up and down your body, working on your pussy like a fucking pro, you had to admit.

You looked damn fucking good on camera.

And you weren’t the only one that thought so. After you gave Ellie the okay to post and edit the video, the response was amazing. Gone where the comments asking where Ellie’s usually girl was, missing the chemistry they had, her whiny moans and pretty body, all of which were replaced by a sea of comments and donations coming in, all on your behalf. They asked Ellie to please keep you around, putting in suggestions of what they wanted to see next, what they wanted to see her do to you, next.

Ellie wasn’t wrong, the crowd fucking loved you.

So? You filmed another video. And another, and another, and another, until you and Ellie had created nearly an entire box set of home movies for her adoring fans, all of which had become your adoring fans practically over night.

And fuck, did Ellie know what she was doing.

Sure, you’d had your fair share of good sex in the past. Your ex was pretty good with her hands, and there was that one girl you were seeing for a few months, she was okay with her strap.

But Ellie? Jesus Christ, you quickly caught onto why Julia acted the way she did after Ellie was done with her.

It was all you could think about, the way that Ellie treated your body when you were filming. The way she never failed to pay attention to every part of you before herself, the way she kissed you, the way her hands ran down your body, the way she simply knew how to pleasure a woman.

And it wasn’t like there was any real harm in any of it, right? In helping your roommate with her line of work? That’s what it was after all. You helped Ellie make her content, and she fucked you until you could barely think straight.

In simpler terms, Ellie knew how to fuck, and she knew how to fuck good. Filming with her only further proved that.

Your eyes scanned the record store once more, a stack of records in your hands as you tried looking for another place where these god forsaken vinyls could go. You were close to simply shoving them underneath the cash register, calling it a night and going home before the drunk tourists eager to visit the city got in your way of getting to your bus stop.

You spotted a spot on top of one of the shelves, which made you huff softly in annoyance. You usually avoided it since you couldn’t reach it, vowing to never put yourself out of your way for a bunch of records no one will want to buy, but there weren’t many and you figured you already had them out, so might as well finish what you started.

As you struggled to push the records up into the tall shelf, you heard the little ding at the front door of your shop over the soft music that you had playing. You couldn’t even bother to turn around, knowing it was most definitely some drunk idiot trying to buy a last minute gift for someone.

“Sorry…we’re…fuck…we’re closed” you huffed out as you struggled even further, the tips of your fingers finally pushing one of the records up and sliding it into place. You didn’t even realize you didn’t hear the usual apology paired with the bell ringing again, signaling that the person had left.

It wasn’t until you felt a hand push into the sliver of skin that was slightly exposed between your jeans and your top, making you shriek loudly and recoil from the persons touch. Once you turned around, you were prepared to smash the stack of records you had over the idiots head who thought it was okay to come in and touch random girls while they worked.

But you only came face to face with those gorgeous green eyes that you seemed to constantly see, even when she wasn’t around.

You let out a soft gasp, reaching forward and landing a not so friendly punch on her leather clad arms, a soft huff leaving your lips as you watched your roommate snort softly at you, trying to stifle a laugh.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Ellie?? I could’ve dropped these” you whine, looking down at the disheveled records before you turned around, going back to trying to pushing them back into their spot.

Ellie sighed softly as she came down from her laughing fit, setting her helmet down on the row of records next to her as she leaned against it. “Shouldn’t you be locking the door once you’re closed? Sounds like a safety hazard to me” she hummed out, clearly trying to get under your skin.

You could practically hear that stupid fucking smirk on her lips, which makes you roll your eyes, even if she was right.

“I had a customer before I started putting these away…I’ll lock up once I’m finished” you explained, still struggling with the second record you had, which makes Ellie chuckle softly.

She pushed herself off of the row she was leaned up against before she stood behind you, her chest pressing against your back, one of her hands resting on your hip, giving it a gentle squeeze, before she reached up with ease and pushed the record in with ease.

You let out a soft huff softly, looking down at her hand on your waist before you turn around, looking up at her and narrowing your eyes at the girl. “Is that really necessary?” You question as you gesture to her hand, which only makes her shrug before bringing her hand down and giving your ass a firm squeeze, “not at all. Gimme those and go grab your stuff, I’m taking you home” she explained before she promptly took the records and put them away on the shelf for you.

You simply stare at her in disbelief, watching as she put away the records with ease. She looked over at you, nodding her head towards the back where she knew you kept your stuff while you were working. “Go on. I don’t wanna get stuck in traffic” she explained, which makes you roll your eyes at her before you stomp off to go and grab your things.

Damn her for being so fucking hot.

Soon, you had your jacket on and your bag was slung over your shoulder. When you walked out to the store front to shut off the lights and the music, Ellie was scrolling through her phone, leaned up against the cashier, seemingly waiting for you. She gave you a soft smile when she noticed you were there, pushing her phone into her pocket. “Ready?” She asked, moving to grab her helmet.

You nodded, returning the soft smile before you grabbed the keys, nodding your head towards the door. “Ready” you confirm.

She followed behind you, waiting for you as you locked up the store before leading her out.

You shivered slightly when you both step out into the cold air, watching as the lights of the city illuminate the street, welcoming everyone who was in need of a night out. You just wanted to get home.

You watched as Ellie walked in front of you, setting her helmet down before she opened up her seat to grab her spare and handing it to you before she put hers on and swung her leg over her bike to get on.

Usually, Ellie didn’t pick you up from work. She was most likely busy filming with Julia, finishing up far too late to meet you at work. Sometimes, she’d be in the area and she’d pick you up, but that wasn’t something that happened quite often for you two.

But, ever since you took Julia’s place, Ellie had been picking you up a lot more often.

You took the helmet from her, putting it on your head before you got onto Ellie’s bike, wrapping your arms around her waist and resting your head along her leather clad back. You heard a soft chuckle muffled by her helmet, her head turning to the side a bit as she felt you cuddle into her from behind.

"Don't need to tell you to hold on tight, do I?" She teased, which earns a soft pinch to her side from you.

Before you know it, Ellie is turning on the engine to her bike, revving it a bit, and you two are speeding down the streets of the city towards your apartment.

The feeling of the cold breeze kissing your exposed skin as Ellie drove you both down the streets made your blood pump. It was fucking stupid, but drives home with her had a way of truly making you feel alive for a bit.

You’d never tell her that, though. It would blow her head up way too much.

Ellie had a tendency to show off in many aspects of her life. One of those manifested whenever she was on her bike. She’d rev her engine when she saw a group of pretty girls, tattooed hands gripping the handles of her bike as she watched them swoon over her. She’d get a kick out of it whenever they’d squeal over her, trying their best to call her back, an attempt at trying to get her to turn around and give them more attention.

You thought it was stupid. It was just Ellie on a bike after all.

Ellie stopped once she reached a red light, her back straightening out a bit as she rested one of her hands on her thighs, patting a mindlessly rhythm into her jean clad leg as she waited for it to turn green so you could both get moving again. Your hands loosened a bit on her waist as you waited as well.

You noticed from the corner of your eye a car pulling up next to you. It’s a sleek black 1969 dodge charger, the lights of the city bouncing off of the shiny paint. It isn’t too flashy, but enough so that anyone can appreciate. You can’t help but gawk a bit at the beautiful car, not at all noticing the window slowly rolling down.

You hear a whistle, which catches both yours and Ellie’s attention. In the car, is an older woman. You took not of her features, noticing how pretty she was, long hair tucked up into a bun, body adorned in what you could only assume was an expensive suit. You notice her lips tugged beneath her teeth as her dark eyes bore holes into your direction, and you can only assume she’s gawking at Ellie, as one usually does when she’s out on her bike. As you look closer, you realize she isn’t looking at Ellie.

She’s looking at you.

And you can’t even deny that your chest doesn’t warm up, because she’s clearly extremely beautiful. Her strong, ring clad hands gripping the steering wheel as her eyes travel down your body. You didn’t think that when you tugged on your favorite pair of jeans and your old brown jacket that same morning that you’d be getting attention from anyone, let alone from a fucking rich milf in the middle of the road.

But you aren’t the only one to notice, because you feel Ellie shift forward, her own hands going back to grip the handle bars of her bike, her head never leaving the direction of the woman who’s shamelessly undressing you with her eyes. You gasp softly underneath your own helmet when the feeling of Ellie revving her bike catches you off guard, ripping you away from the trance the woman has you in. You turn your head to look at Ellie, hands tightening a bit around her waist to prepare your take off.

But Ellie’s head never leaves the woman.

This catches the woman’s attention, and she merely chuckles softly before she sticks her hand out her window and gives Ellie a slight wave, as if to silently tell her she’d back off. The light turns green, and while you think that’s the end of it, you catch a glimpse of the woman sending a wink your way before she zooms off, which prompts Ellie to do soon after, just as fast, knuckles turning white as she gripped her handle bars.

If you weren’t holding on tight enough to Ellie, you’d probably have gone flying.

When you both get home, you decide not to question the very bizarre interaction you both had with that woman, figuring it was just Ellie being Ellie, and there wasn’t really anything to it anyways.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

It makes it even stranger that when you both walk through the door, Ellie doesn’t show a single sign of annoyance, which makes you feel like you’re hallucinating even more than you were before. She’s walking into the apartment, tugging off her jacket and tossing it on a nearby chair, and grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge before plopping down onto the couch.

So yeah, you’re probably just tired.

You let out a soft hum as you tug off your own jacket before hanging it up, grabbing Ellie’s and hanging it up as well. She had a bad habit of shedding her layers off as soon as she got through the door.

You stand before Ellie in the living room, her legs spread as she babysits a bottle of water, eyes never leaving yours. You watch as she pats her lap quietly, which forces you to give her a look of disbelief.

Usually, you’d have a witty remark for that sort of gesture from Ellie, which would often times be paired with a pillow to her face. But there’s simply something about the way her legs are spread out on the couch, looking so fucking inviting, that makes you quietly follow her orders, and straddle her lap.

Now, most intimacy was supposed to be saved for the camera, it was an unspoken rule of filming with Ellie, or it was a rule you set for yourself. Apart from warming up before filming, letting Ellie get you nice and wet for her before you got on camera with her, there wasn’t really a reason to have any sort of intimacy with her. Things were supposed to go back to normal when you weren’t on camera, back to how things were as roommates.

But, you’d be lying if you said that’s how it was. You and Ellie had always had an affectionate relationship, one that never went without cuddling, caressing, even crashing in your bed from time to time when she couldn’t sleep. You were no stranger to Ellie’s strong hands on your body, because that was just Ellie. She had a thing for gripping and groping, always wanting her hands to be occupied with something whenever you were near, you assumed that’s how she was with everyone.

There just seemed to be something about getting regularly fucked by Ellie that made the intimacy take a different level, a different course that made things feel…different.

And of course, there’s no harm in that. You watched Ellie kiss Julia goodnight every time she left the house, always taking an extra few minutes to hold her when they were done. If they could do it, why couldn’t you two do it?

Ellie let out a soft hum of approval when you straddled her lap, disregarding the water bottle so that both her hands were free to grip your hips, pulling you closer to her. Your hands went around her neck, toying with the hair at the nape of her neck as she pressed her face against your neck, giving your skin a deep inhale.

“Missed you today…” she mumbled softly against your skin, which makes you roll your eyes playfully, yet still keeping her close. “You saw me this morning before I left” you argue softly, which only earns a soft whine from Ellie, you can feel her lips form a pout against your throat before she presses soft kisses to it.

“So? Still missed you” she explained, her voice low as she spoke. You can’t help but giggle softly, staring down at the girl as she litters your throat with soft kisses.

But this feels way too fucking intimate, even for you and Ellie.

You clear your throat, tugging her hair back a bit to force her to look at you, which makes Ellie groan softly, half in annoyance, and half in pleasure. She loved it whenever you did what you wanted with her.

“We filming tonight?” You ask quickly, a sorry attempt at trying to interrupt this soppy little scene you and her are having.

You see a flash of something ripple through Ellie’s green eyes, something you can’t quite put your finger on, because she’s changing her expression much too quickly, giving you and eager nod as her hands go from gently caressing you, to gripping your ass tightly. This makes you whine softly in her lap.

“Eager to have me…aren’t you baby” she chuckles softly, the shift in her personality clear as her eyes quickly darken with lust. You swallow nervously, always feeling small in front of Ellie whenever she looked at you that way. You feel the way she slowly begins grinding your hips down into her lap, strong hands gripping you and moving you as she pleased. You can only nod, your lips forming a gentle pout before a gentle sigh leaves them.

“Always…” you moan out softly, which makes her smirk up at you proudly. You’d gotten so good at voicing what you wanted these past few weeks, it made warmth pool at Ellie’s core.

She gives your ass a firm spank before she nodded her head towards her room. “Go get the camera, baby” she ordered gently, that delicious tone of dominance lacing her words, you quickly followed her instructions, getting up from her lap and going to her room to get the equipment.

That was another thing, with your new presence in Ellie’s work, came a change of scenery in her videos.

Ellie usually kept her videos and streams exclusive to her bedroom, having the common courtesy to not fuck all over your shared apartment. But now that it was just you two, there was a new sense of freedom when it came to filming with you. It happened one day when Ellie was finger fucking your pussy on the couch, and had the bright idea to grab her camera, because it was just too fucking good to not hit record on.

Once again, another example of intimacy outside of filming.

You returned with all of the filming equipment, never knowing what Ellie had planned for a shoot, so instead opting to bring everything so she could choose from.

Ellie smirks softly as she sits up from her spot on the couch, eyes low and filled with lush as you walk back into the living room. You lift up her camera and her tripod, a confused frown on your lips as you look between the two. “M’not sure what you wanted to film, so I brought both. I can always go back and-“ she’s quickly cutting you off, standing up from the couch and slowly making her way to you before she takes both out of your hands gently, and sets them down on your coffee table.

“We can focus on that, later…I need to make sure you’re ready..” she purred out, making you swallow back a whimper.

Her hands go down to yours, gently gripping your arms before she pushes them to rest around her neck, her own hands wrapping around your waist and pulling you flush to her body.

‘Making sure you were ready’ was just Ellie’s way of saying she wanted a moment with you off camera.

You simply give her a nod, your head already tilting forward as you lean in to press a kiss to her soft lips. Ellie groans in approval, her head tilting to the side a bit as soon as you were pressed against her, deepening the kiss. Her nimble fingers slide down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze while also using the leverage to pull you closer, pressing your chest firmly against hers. This make you gasp, and as always, she uses that opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth.

Ellie smirks into the kiss, her tongue exploring your mouth as her hands massage your ass through your jeans.

“Been needy for me, baby? I’ve been needy for you…” she confessed between the feverish kiss. It was slow, and dirty, and so fucking erotic, it had your panties soaked already.

All you could do was nod, desperately pushing your lips back against hers as you tugged at her shirt. “Thought about you all day…” you said mindlessly, which makes Ellie chuckle softly against you.

“Yeah? God…me fuckin too…kept thinking about your pretty cunt all day…fucked my self so many times to the thought of you…” she groaned out. Her words make you moan a bit louder.

You’re so fucked out already, that you can barely register what it is that she just confessed to you.

Ellie hums softly as she breaks the kiss, looking down at you as you stare up at her with lust filled eyes and a needy pout. She tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, her own swollen lip tugged between her teeth.

“Bet you loved when that woman was staring at you…didn’t you.”

This catches you off guard.

Your eyes widen a bit, shocked over the fact that Ellie was even bringing it up to you, especially when all you wanted was her hands on your cunt, not the image of another woman in your head.

You don’t know why, but your first response is to quickly shake your head.

“What? She wasn’t…I didn’t notice her staring” you try, eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights. Ellie chuckles softly as she watches you, catching your chin between her thumb and pointer finger as she angles your face up a bit more to stare up at her.

“It’s okay baby…she was very pretty…” she agreed, giving a slow nod before she clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, head cocking to the side in a teasing manner before she hummed out softly.

“You think she could make you feel as good as I do?” She questioned, blown out pupils surrounded by a sliver of green staring down into your own.

And again, you’re quickly shaking your head, because you know for a fact that there is probably only a handful of people on this planet that can fuck you as good as Ellie can, and that’s being generous to the general population. Ellie fucks good, and anyone who gets to experience that is fucking lucky.

They’re also ruined for anyone else who comes after her.

“Fuck…you know no one can…come on El…need you so bad…” you whine softly, giving Ellie a whiny little pout as you tug at her shirt further, feeling like you’ll explode if you don’t have her hands on you in the next few seconds. Ellie simply chuckles, watching as you whine and pout for her, a sorry attempt at trying to find your way out of the conversation.

“You’re damn right they can’t…such a good girl…” she praises, which makes you whine softly.

Ellie hums softly as she stares down at your body, giving your waist a gentle tap. “Stay here.” She ordered softly before she moved over to set up the camera.

You watch as she sets up the tripod, making it level with the couch, low enough so that it stops right where the back of the couch ends, so that it doesn’t catch your kitchen in the background. She turns it on before she goes behind it, bending down a bit to make sure the angle is good before she nods to herself before she moved to sit down on the couch much like she was earlier, legs spread wide, her dark jeans stretching over her toned thighs. Her arms stretched along the back of the couch, dark eyes boring holes as she watched you.

“Strip” she ordered.

Fuck.

You immediately began slowly stripping for her. Staring with your t shirt, then with your jeans, leaving you in your bra and panties for a moment before you removed those as well, until you were fully naked in front of Ellie, her eyes eating you up like a hungry animal.

“So fuckin pretty…Jesus…” she groaned softly underneath her breath, letting you simply stand there, naked for her, under the dim lighting of your cozy living room.

After a moment passed, she nodded her head towards the camera. “Start recording, and then come over here.” She instructed once again, and she didn’t need to tell you twice.

You slowly walked over to the camera. On the screen, you could see Ellie on the camera, only her body visible, looking so fucking strong and confident. You knew from the angle of the camera alone, that Ellie’s viewers were in for a treat with this one.

And so were you.

When you hit record, you made your way over to Ellie slowly. She hummed softly, eyes staring up at you as you stood over her before she looked down at her lap, as if silently telling you to take a seat. You straddled her lap, the rough material of her jeans on your naked body making you hiss softly.

Ellie hummed, her large hands roaming your body the second you were on her lap. “Fuck…look at you baby..came home to all this?” Her words make you frown in confusion for only a moment, yet you quickly catch onto the fantasy that she’s trying to sell to her viewers.

You give a soft giggle, nodding as you lean in to press a soft kiss to her temple. “Missed you so much…wanted to surprise you..” you purr out softly, a soft whine leaving your lips once Ellie began to slowly grind you down on her lap as she was earlier, yet this time it makes you huff softly, the rough material of her jeans dragging along your sensitive core.

“Aren’t I lucky…coming home to my pretty girl like this…fuck…you’ve been on my mind all fucking day…” she groaned out, her eyebrows furrowing as she looked down at your naked body, a soft hiss leaving her lips as she let her hand come in between you both, catching your slippery clit against her thumb. She watches your facial expression change, a soft moan leaving your lips as you rest your hands on either one of her shoulders, looking down at her hand toying with you.

“So wet already…stand up for me baby” she hummed out softly as she gave your hip a gentle pat. You listened, standing up from her lap, which allowed her to lay down onto the couch, one of her knees bent up as the other leg laid down. She gestured you over to her.

“Come sit on my face princess” she ordered.

Her words alone made you whine, and you wasted no time straddled her face, either side of your legs shielding her face from the camera.

As soon as you were settled, her tongue was out, inviting you down to take a seat as you rested a bit of your wait onto it, your pussy pressing against the warm muscle. You moan out loudly, back arching as you slowly began rocking your hips back and forth on Ellie’s flattened tongue.

The apartment was soon filled with the sounds of your moans, and Ellie’s tongue lapping away at your soaked cunt. It was times like this that Ellie had to depend on you to carry out the vocals, seeing as her mouth was a bit…occupied.

“F-feels so good…missed you so much today…” you moan out shyly, testing the waters with your voice a bit. Ellie groaned below you, her own hips bucking upwards, grinding into nothing as she gave you a quiet gesture to keep going.

You whined, giving her a slow nod as you kept going.

“You look so pretty…fuck…I love your tongue so much…” you moan out again, which earns another moan from Ellie, sending vibrations onto your sopping cunt. You moan loudly again, one of her hands coming up from around your thigh, to snake up your body and toy with your boobs, massaging the skin, pinching your nipples, her hips still bucking up into nothing with need.

You notice, turning around a bit and catching the way her hips bucked up with need. You whimper softly, reaching a hand behind you to undo her jeans before you push them down her pants, her own clit throbbing against your fingers as you begin rubbing her, watching as her eyes roll back when you begin doing this.

“Feels good? Fuck…you’re so fucking wet…fuuuckk…wanna…wanna cum with you…please” you practically beg, your arm already becoming sore from the uncomfortable position, yet you still paid the upmost attention to her poor needy pussy.

Ellie always prioritized your pleasure, it was time you do the same.

Ellie moaned and groaned against your pussy, her tongue speeding up the closer she got, her pussy grinding into your fingers desperately. You arched your back, eyebrows furrowed as you let your head fall back, the pleasure becoming too much.

You knew she was close, the grip on your thighs was almost deadly, and you were too. It wasn’t long before her hips were sputtering, her arousal soaking your fingers as she came. This alone was enough to make you shriek with pleasure, nearly falling back as your arm nearly gave out from behind you, but Ellie’s strong arms were already on your hips to keep you up, pulling you further up as she lapped at your core, helping you ride out your orgasm.

The thing you hated about filming with Ellie the most? You couldn’t even scream her name when she made you cum.

You breathed hard, your exhausted pussy shying away from Ellie’s tongue as you stared down at her, body back in its upright position, her gorgeous green eyes staring up at yours, cheeks red as she gave your pussy kitty licks.

“You should stay out late more often..” you tease, which earns a soft giggle from both of you.

Ellie gives your pussy one last kiss before she pushes you down her body so you’re straddling her waist, her eyes low and hazy as she stares up at you, gently massaging the skin of your thighs.

You always enjoyed the aftermath with her, the silence that came with it, the come down was almost as good as the sex itself. You were both so fucked out, so utterly satisfied, the warmth that overtook you was almost unbearable. You could stay there forever if you truly wanted to.

But alas, it never lasted long enough.

You felt the familiar tap on your thighs, a silent reminder that Ellie had to indeed get up and stop the camera recording. You roll off of her with wobbly thighs, cuddling into the couch and grabbing a nearby blanket to shield your body from the cold air of your apartment.

You watch with sleepy eyes as Ellie gets up, buttoning up her jeans and turning off the camera before pulling it front the tripod to look back at the footage, making sure it was all recorded correctly.

You hear your moans echoing from the device, which makes you whine softly. You always hated hearing yourself, no matter how hot you and Ellie looked. Ellie chuckles softly, shaking her head as she watched the video for a moment longer before she shut off the camera.

“That improv of yours was pretty damn good…they’re gonna like that” she added, making you giggle softly before giving her a shrug. “I always like playing with your pussy” your words make Ellie groan, and she’s suddenly giving you a look of warning, a smirk playing on her lips to match.

“Don’t play with something you can’t handle sweetheart” she warned you, and you can’t help but roll your eyes, despite the fire you feel from that look alone.

“Please, you wouldn’t know how to fuck me even if you had the chance” you challenge her.

Oh yeah, that was another thing. Ellie still hadn’t properly fucked you yet.

You huffed softly as you tugged yet another top off of your body. You’d tried on nearly every article of clothing you had in your closet, yet it just wasn’t fucking working. It was times like this, that you simply wanted to burn all of your clothes and never leave your house again.

You were currently getting ready for a date, a girl you’d met at the record store had ended up asking you out on a date while you were showing her to the new age rock section that the store carried.

The first thing that went through your mind when the girl asked, wasn’t how pretty she was, or how nice her fingers looked wrapped around the edge of the thin vinyls in her hand.

No, none of that went through your head. The only thing that went through your head when the girl asked you out was Ellie.

And that scared you.

Because it’s Ellie for gods sake. The girl you’ve been living with for almost three years now, the girl who you watched eat dry cereal from the box instead of making herself a proper meal, the girl who you’ve watched genuinely find family guy funny…

The girl who’d been playing your body like a fucking guitar for almost a month now.

You realized, you needed this date.

So you agreed, giving the girl your number and telling her to text you so you guys could set up a date.

The guilt was eating you alive, because while Ellie would be fucking you with a dildo, her lips firmly on yours, you knew in the back of your head you had a girl waiting to see you at the end of the week.

And it was conflicting because did you even have to tell Ellie? Would it be stupid if you did? Would it be wrong if you didn’t? It was still just Ellie, after all. Sure, she’d seen you naked now, and she’d made you cum more times than you could count, and you her, but she was still your friend. She was still your normal roommate, your Ellie. And there was nothing really holding you back from going on dates.

Right?

You chalked up all your guilt by convincing yourself that Ellie was probably talking to other girls too, actively searching for a girlfriend, or even a permanent filming partner while you temporarily filled that spot.

Because while you guys never formally spoke about it, that’s all you were, temporary.

It worked out perfectly, because Ellie had gone out for the night, texting you and telling you she had some stuff to do, errands to run. It gave you the place all to yourself to get ready. You would’ve felt extremely stupid sneaking out of your own apartment to avoid any awkward interactions with Ellie. Even though you weren’t even sure if it would even be awkward.

You ended up settling on a little black dress, a pair of black boots and a leather bomber jacket, an outfit you had long since ran dry with how many times you wore, but you looked good, and you weren’t going to to stray away from that.

You fluffed out your hair after you finished up your makeup, spraying on your favorite perfume before you grabbed your phone, sending record store girl a quick text, letting her know that you’d be leaving your house now to meet her at the bar that you two had agreed on going to for your first date.

You couldn’t ignore the sour taste in your mouth, and the aching feeling in your belly as you looked around your room, making your final rounds before you left. There was something about the entire ordeal that just felt…dirty. The fact that you were sneaking around, hiding something that you felt needed to be hidden…

Leaving Ellie for the night.

All of it made you feel ill, and the fact that you felt that way made you feel even worse.

But regardless of it all, Ellie was out and it was all in your head. Ellie probably wouldn’t even care if you went out with a girl! She’d be happy for you, she’d send you out of the apartment with an encouraging slap on your ass before telling you to wrap it up before you-

Suddenly, you could hear Ellie opening up the door from the other side of your apartment door. You feel like you’ll freeze up and die in that very moment.

She walks into the house humming a tune you can’t quite find, probably some song that had been stuck in her head. She has her helmet tucked under her arm, and a brown paper bag with the logo of your favorite take out spot slung along her long fingers. She doesn’t notice you at first, because she’s too busy cursing under her breath as she tries to get herself inside, a low groan leaving her lips a she tosses her keys into the entrance bowl, kicking the door shut behind her.

“Babe? You home? I brought dinner” she calls out.

You feel sick to your fucking stomach.

Because it feels too domestic, too romantic, too fucking far for you and Ellie for her to be calling out for you that way, to be ordering your favorite dinner and bringing it home for you. You aren’t even entirely sure what prompted her to do this, and you don’t know who you’re more annoyed with, her for doing it, or you for not being honest with her.

You’re too caught up in your thoughts, because you barely realize that Ellie’s eyes are finally on yours, a confused frown as she stares at you up and down, clearly readying yourself to leave the apartment.

“You…look so pretty. Are we going somewhere?” She questions slowly, her sentence slipping into a tone of worry, as if she’d forgotten about something that you planned for the both of you, her big green eyes frantically searching yours.

You can’t fucking do this anymore.

You inhale deeply, shaking your head as you clear your throat, your fingers tugging at the bottom of your dress as you try to find your voice, find your words to break it to Ellie.

“I um….I have a date tonight” you mumble out softly, barely loud enough for Ellie to hear, hoping that she doesn’t and some miracle snatches this ridiculous conversation away so you don’t have to experience it.

But she does hear you.

Her face goes from worried to annoyed almost instantly, her brows knitted together as her lips form a confused frown. “A date? With who?” She spits out, and the tone is too accusing for you. It makes you wince slightly, your lips forming a frown of your own as you let out a soft sigh.

“Girl I met at the record store” you sigh out, and you hate this, because it feels so far from what you and Ellie are. It feels to reminiscent of a jealous girlfriend cornering you, confused as to why you’d ever leave her when she was there waiting for you, why on earth would you pass her up for anyone else when she gives you everything anyways?

The energy you can feel radiating off of Ellie is the same thing you felt when that woman was looking at you on the road. It feels hostile, and possessive, it feels like she has some claim on you that you aren’t even fully aware of, and it’s the reason you decided to go on the date in the first place, because regardless of not fully knowing what it is that’s happened between you and Ellie.

You know it isn’t good.

Ellie moves to drop the food onto the coffee table, a bit too harshly in your opinion. Her strong hand goes up to run through her brown hair, one hand on her hip as she stares at the floor for a moment. You should’ve just taken that as an opportunity to leave, to avoid all of this. But you don’t.

“It’s…it’s Friday night. We’re supposed to film. We film every Friday” she argues.

Fuck.

You chew your maroon tinted bottom lip, feeling like a kid who’s done something bad and is now facing the repercussions of a disappointed parent. You feel small, and stupid, and you can’t believe you forgot about it. There had been such a blur between the schedule you had with Ellie, with far too many moments of making out with her on the couch, or her fingers finding their way into your pants whenever you were watching a movie together, that the intimacy in your brain was becoming confused with the intimacy that was needed for the camera and the camera only.

And in that moment, you realize that this needs to end.

Because maybe you and Ellie can go back to normal, maybe you can forget about this and she can find someone who is better at this stuff than you are. It’s too confusing, and it’s putting you in a bad position of thinking too deep into things while also missing the bigger picture, and you’re fucking exhausted.

You inhale deeply, opening your mouth to speak, to tell her that this isn’t what you want anymore, that this isn’t for you anymore. You have it all mapped out, how you’re going to finally tell her that this simply can’t go on anymore.

But suddenly, your phone goes off.

You frown, looking down at the glowing device in your hands. It’s a text from record store girl, she’s telling you how she just left her house, and how excited she is to see you tonight. This catches Ellie’s attention too.

She looks down at your phone, her angry and annoyed expression still present on her face.

“Is that her?” She asks. You let out a soft sigh, shaking your head as you try pushing your phone in your jacket pocket. “Ellie I…when I get back I really think we should talk about-“ she quickly cuts you off, her voice a bit louder than it was when she first asked.

“I said…is that her?” Her words are slower, clearer, as if she wants you to hear every goddamn syllable that leaves her mouth. You know she isn’t fucking around, and you simply inhale deeply, taking your phone out of your pocket and looking at the message that was still lingering at the bottom of your Lock Screen.

“Yeah…it is….” You admit, ignoring how fucking stupid you feel for telling Ellie this. You should have left, you should have ignored her and gone on your date and had a good time so you could come home and tell her that she needed to find a new filming partner, because you weren’t cut out for this shit anymore.

She begins taking slow strides towards you, the closer she gets, the more you can smell her cologne. It makes you swallow back a whine, because her scent is the single most euphoric thing to you right now. It haunts you in your sleep, and it makes your mouth water whenever she’s on top of you.

Soon, she’s right in front of you, her green eyes staring down at your outfit, taking in everything that you have on, how pretty your hair and makeup is. Her slender fingers come up to tug at your jacket slightly, a soft puff of air exiting her nose before she speaks. “What’d she tell you? That she’s on her way? So excited to see you?” She questions, her voice low and taunting as her nimble fingers dance along your jacket, ghosting along the fabric of your dress.

“Fuckin idiot…she’s on her way to some shitty bar and I’ve got her girl practically shaking for me..” she hummed out softly.

And it was true. Ellie had hardly touched you, yet your fists were balled at your side, body practically begging for her as her skilled fingers barely gave you what you wanted. The second she was in front of you, your brain was clouded with her, with all the things you wanted from her, all the things you knew she could do to you.

“Had so much planned for us tonight, baby…wanted to finally show you off live..wanted to take care of that pretty body of yours…and you were getting all dolled up for some asshole who probably wouldn’t know how to make you cum even if she got the chance” she explains, her voice low, minty breath fanning across your face, making you whine softly.

“You’ve never dress like this for me before…” she groans out, and it makes your eyes widen a bit. Before you can open your mouth and say anything back, her skinny fingers are grabbing your chin and angling your face up to fully look at her, her green eyes staring down into yours as she licked her bottom lip slowly.

“God I can’t stand you sometimes..” she sighed out softly before she pressed her mouth against yours in a needy kiss. Your hands instantly wrap around her neck, keeping her close as her own arms wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against her body.

It’s as if any and all moral high ground that you had was gone, replaced by only thoughts of Ellie. You let her fill you up, breath life into you as her warm tongue explored your mouth, dominated the kiss and took you on a wild fucking ride that only consisted of a single kiss from her.

Soon, she’s breaking the kiss, and it makes you whine and chase her lips. She chuckles softly, the sound dark and taunting as she stares down at your needy eyes and swollen lips. “Now you’re chasing me…poor thing…” she tuts out, clearly mocking you with a pouty tone.

She slips her hand into your jacket pocket, taking out your phone and looking at the message. She rolls her eyes, pushing the phone in between you two.

“You’re gonna call her, and you’re gonna tell her you aren’t coming” she demands. Your eyes go wide, looking up at Ellie before you quickly shake your head. “What? No! Ellie I can’t! I…can’t I just text her?” Even your own words shock you a bit, because are you seriously staying with Ellie when there was a perfectly willing girl waiting for you at a bar down the street?

If Ellie said so, then yeah. Yeah you were.

Ellie shrugged before she unlocked your phone, having learned your password way back when you two first moved in together. “Fine. I’ll call her” she nodded, her fingers scrolling through your phone to find the girls contact. This makes your eyes go wider, and you quickly snatch your phone from Ellie’s hand, because you know that Ellie will be shameless with it, and it’ll make you look way worse than you already do by flaking so last minute.

“No! No…fine…I’ll do it. Just…please be quiet, Ellie” you plead, giving her a look of warning before you sigh softly, looking down at your phone for a moment before you click the girl contact, set it to call, and put your phone to your ear.

Ellie smiles proudly, pearly teeth gleaming as her hands give your hips a firm squeeze. “That’s my fuckin girl…” she praises. Her words makes your insides flutter, core tightening around nothing as you wait for the girl to answer, a gentle pout on your lips despite the fact that your arms were still wrapped around Ellie, and she still had your body pressed against hers.

After a few rings, she finally answers. Her voice is bright and bubbly and you want to kick yourself for doing this to someone so fucking sweet.

“Hey….look…I’m really sorry but I think I’m going to have to-“ your words are cut off by Ellie’s lips pressing against your neck, wet mouth working against your skin, bitting and sucking, sure to leave marks in the morning. It makes you gasp softly..

Because Ellie never left marks.

It wasn’t something that ever really bothered you. It helped in all honesty, you didn’t really want to be walking around littered in Ellie’s hickies, it would’ve resulted in too many questions from your coworkers and friends, and you really didn’t want to deal with that. It was just an unspoken rule, Ellie didn’t mark you, and you didn’t mark her. That was too far along the lines of being a couple for you.

But clearly, that had all changed tonight.

There was a sense of possessiveness that you could feel when she did it. Teeth and tongue sucking and biting at your soft skin, eager to claim you in any way that she possibly could. Between the feeling of it, and the fact that she was doing it, it made it hard to talk, your eyes rolling back into your head as you bit back a whimper, covering it up with a couch as you tried finding the words in your fuzzy head to speak to the girl.

Ellie smirked against your throat as she listened to you struggle, listened to the muffled words of the confused girl on the other line try to understand what it was you were saying.

You tugged at Ellie’s hair slightly, yet still kept her close as she mouthed your neck. “I…I can’t…look I’m really not feeling well..I…mph…I can’t come out tonight. I’m sorry” you quickly ramble out, knowing you were too close to moaning out Ellie’s name to keep this going on any longer. Before you were able to hear what the girl had to say on the other line, you hang up, turn your phone off and toss it onto the couch.

You moan softly, tilting your head to the side to give Ellie better access to your neck. “I can’t believe you fucking did that…” you moan out as you began shrugging your jacket off, tossing it somewhere in the living room. You felt too hot, too fucking needy, everything was just too much and you struggled to wrap your head around what exactly was even happening.

“Me? I didn’t do anything…you’re the one that cancelled on the poor girl” Ellie teased gently, which earns a swat to her arm from your end.

You sigh softly, tugging her hair back so that she’s pulled away from your neck. You waste no time in crashing your lips against hers, your tongue pushing into her mouth with need as you kiss her feverishly. Ellie groans into the kiss, her hands going down to give your ass a firm squeeze. “Eager are we?” She grunts against your lips.

You huff softly, ignoring her words as you begin pushing her backwards towards her room, your lips never leaving the sloppy kiss. It’s so fucking erotic, and messy, and needy, and there’s so much filling it that you can both clearly feel. You decide to ignore it.

“I decided to stay with you…you better make this worth it” you groan out softly, which only earns a smirk from Ellie as she stares down at you, her heart fluttering at the way you pushed her around, did with her as you pleased.

“I always do, baby” she chuckled softly, and all you want to do is wipe that smug fucking smirk off her beautiful face.

Once you’re in her bedroom, you press your palms against her chest, shoving her back to lay on her bed. She lets out a soft moan, clearly happy with the way that you’re handling her.

You tug your dress up a bit as you move to straddle her, her hands instantly moving to grip your thighs. She lets out a soft hiss, her lust filled eyes eating up the way your dress hugs your curves, pushes up your boobs. For a moment, you see a hint of something flash through her eyes as she watches you, taking in the dress that you wore for a date, wore for someone else.

You don’t ignore it this time, because it’s clearly jealously.

You don’t know whether or not you should say something, or kiss her, or do anything else to get your mind off of it, but you don’t have to. Because as soon as you’re settled down on her lap, you can feel a foreign bulge pressing into your clothed core, and it makes your eyes widen and Ellie smirks and rolls her hips up to grind it into you, and then you realize what the surprise that Ellie had was.

Ellie was finally going to fuck you tonight.

And not with her fingers, or with a sex toy, it would be with her strap. She was going to fuck you, something you’d already assumed wasn’t going to happen between the two of you.

She must have noticed the shocked look on your face, because she chuckles as she continues grinding her cock into you, making you whine softly as you press you hands on her hips to give yourself leverage as you roll your hips to meet her movements.

“Feel that baby? It’s all yours…went out and brought a brand new one just for you…” she explained, revealing what it was that she’d been out doing while you were getting ready for your date.

She was buying new toys to fuck you with, and picking up dinner for after.

You felt like you were dreaming.

All you can do is moan in response, eagerly undoing Ellie’s jeans, wanting nothing more than to feel her fill you up, fucking into you deliciously, giving you what you’d always wanted.

Ellie is quick to grab your wrists, pulling them away from her jeans. “Ahh, not so fast, princess….we’re gonna do this the right way” she hums out softly. You can’t help but pout, a soft huff leaving your lips as you open your mouth to complain, but Ellie is already sitting up, gently pushing you back to lay on her bed properly as she crawls over you.

She hums softly, staring down at your body for a moment, silently taking you in before she pushes your dress up, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as her hands find its spot cupping your clothed pussy.

“Hmm….so wet already…I’m gonna have so much fun taking you, baby…” she groaned against your lips, swallowing up your moans as her slender fingers pressed against your clit, rubbing you slowly, forcing the cotton material of your pantries to go translucent as your arousal soaked them almost entirely.

And your head is spinning as she kisses you, because she’s being so slow, so gentle, treating your body with so much care. And it’s not unlike Ellie to do this, but you just assumed this would have gone differently. You expected her to be rough, fucking into you while telling you how no one could ever fuck her like she does…

But she’s not. She’s so gentle, and soft, and it’s making your heart do dances it’s never done before..

Ellie lets out a soft sigh as she tugs your panties to the side, feeling your velvety folds better now without the fabric constricting her. She rubs you slowly, building you up, getting your sopping little pussy all warmed up for her cock. Soon, her hands leave your core, and she pulls you up to tug your dress off before laying you back down, and tugging off your panties as well, leaving you entirely naked before her.

Ellie hisses softly under her breath as she eyes you, sitting back on her legs as she begins tugging off her own shirt, before she crawls off the bed to tug her jeans off, leaving her completely naked as well, eyes never leaving your body.

“You’re so fucking beautiful…” she mumbles out softly before she crawls back onto you, pressing her naked chest against yours. The feeling makes you moan loudly into her mouth as she kisses you, because you’ve never felt Ellie like this. You’ve never had her body pressed up against yours this way, and it feels like the single most intimate thing you’ve ever felt in your entire life.

Ellie’s hand goes down to her cock, gripping the base before she brings it to your core, running it along your sopping wet folds, against your clit before she slowly feeds you her length, earning a whiny moan from you.

Ellie quickly nods as she kisses you softly, one of her hands giving your waist a squeeze. “I know baby…I know it’s big…you can take me…I know you can” she praises you, and it makes you moan softly into her mouth as she rubs your clit, pushing further into your weeping cunt.

“Ellie…fuck…more…need more” you moan against her, the empty feeling still present as she waits for you to tell her it’s okay to keep going. She groans softly, pushing more of her length into you until she bottoms out completely, her thighs flushed against yours as she waits for you to adjust to her size.

You roll your hips slowly, already feeling yourself leaking around the length, and you give her a nod, staring into her green eyes as your hips buck up into her. “Need you, El…need more of you..” you moan out softly.

And Ellie feels like her head is spinning when you say that.

Her strong hand goes down, gripping your thigh as she slowly fucks into you, moaning as her clit bumps against the back of the strap with her movements.

Her eyes never leaves you, watches as your face contorts in pleasure, moaning loudly for her, arching your back when the tip of her cock rubs against your velvety walls, watching as you fall apart on her length.

Her thrusts are slow, and calculated and she’s staring down at all of you as she fucks into you. You suddenly feel her long fingers wrap around your cheeks, pulling you to look up at her because frankly, you’re having a hard time looking anywhere.

“Eyes on me, baby…need to see you right now…f-fuck…that’s my good fucking girl…taking me so well” she praises, and it makes you moan loudly with her. You grab her wrist, watching as she fucks into you faster, both of you getting closer and closer to what you’ve been needing for who knows how fucking long.

Suddenly, Ellie’s hand leaves your face and instead, grabs your hand, bringing it above your head as she interlocks your fingers. Her gaze is so intense, and the grip on your hand is so tight, you feel tears prickling at the ends of your eyes because whatever the hell is happening is too goddamn intense, it’s taking over you completely, and it’s making it all too much.

“Ellie…Ellie I…I…” you choke out between little moans and whines, your eyes growing glossy as you stare up at her, and Ellie is already nodding despite your lack of words, because she understands, she feels it too, and you don’t even have to say it.

“Come on baby…give it to me…fuck…cum with my angel…please” she’s practically begging, her own moans cutting off her words as she fucks you faster, the grip on your hand almost lethal as she stares down at you, tugging her bottom lip into her mouth.

And you feel it, how could you not? Your orgasm washes over you almost painfully, making you close your eyes shut as your back arches, squeezing Ellie’s hand as you cum hard on her cock. It’s too much, too intimate, too fucking intense, and you feel like you’ll explode just from the feeling of it.

Ellie has no other choice but to smash her lips against yours when she sees it, she can practically feel the way you grip her cock with your pussy and it’s the catalyst that sends her into her own sea of pleasure, euphoria swallowing her up and almost drowning her as she kisses you with everything she’s feeling, pouring it all out into you as her hips slowly fuck into you, riding out both yours and her orgasm.

The come down is hard, because she’s on top of you, and it’s quiet apart from the heavy breathing between you and hear, and her head is resting on her chest…

And all Ellie can think about, is how utterly fucked she is..

Because she’s in love with you

#ellie williams #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie tlou #ellie x y/n #ellie the last of us #ellie x you

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older!logan x reader hcs

wc: 1.6k

genre: age gap, sort of sugar daddy logan

warnings: big (but legal) age gap, logan is early 40s reader is like early 20s, brief odette mention, logan is a killer lawyer, rory kinda traumatized Logan lol, I haven't finished gilmore girls or ayitl yet so don't come for me lol, logan is obsessedddddddd with reader, mildly smutty, mentions of marriage and proposals, your relationship progresses really quickly

summary: you were reading in a coffee shop when a charming gorgeous much older guy decided to strike up a conversation. little do you know that within a very short time that same charming stranger will know your dress size, your shoe size, and your ring size.

song rec: off to the races - lana del rey

a/n: the choke hold older logan has on me..... euthanize me at this point lmao

tags @yesv01 @magcon7280

As with all nsfw works, all characters are aged up to 18+ (like way over 18 in logan’s case lol)

That being said jesus christ let’s dive right into the brain rot

First things first, a little more about Logan

He’s in his early 40’s and aging like a fine goddamn wine

MEGA MEGA dilf vibes

After the whole millions of dollars sunken into a bad investment in his family’s massive media conglomerate mishap, he still faced a lot of pressure to join the family business

But with Rory rejecting his proposal, he felt so fucking down and beaten up by life

He just had two massive blows to his ego back to back

And he needed a win

Then the strangest thing happened 

He just got back from another late night of partying with his friends and switched on the tv so he wouldn’t have to fall asleep with his thoughts, and some random movie was playing

The girl in the movie is at dinner with her boyfriend and thinks he’s going to propose, but he breaks up with her instead

It hits a little too close to home and Logan’s about to switch it off

Then she decides to go to law school to prove herself

He finds himself getting more and more invested in this movie, relating more to Elle with every scene, and by the morning he confronts the idea he’s been shoving away for too long so he doesn’t rock the boat

He talks to his dad and they decide Logan will go to law school, but remain a prominent board member and shareholder of the family company

Mitchum is surprised by how responsible and well thought out Logan’s plan is

He’s forging a path to a very lucrative field - one Mitchum can tell he’s going to be very successful in - while still staying involved enough in the family business 

So Logan goes off to law school, and 20 years later he’s a total shark 

He’s a prestigious, expensive lawyer with a reputation for never losing and a long streak of killing it with really high profile cases

Now the Huntzberger name carries all the weight and power of his father’s media reach, and Logan’s success in the courtroom 

He’s excelling 

And he’s excelling enough to keep his family out of his personal life for a while 

He’s living the bachelor life until he hits 40

That’s when his parents decide it’s really unacceptable that he’s still not married 

So they tell him if he doesn’t get married soon they’ll arrange something

Some french heiress or something 

And Logan finds himself right back where he didn’t want to be

And then, like a gift from god, he sees you

Like I said in my initial drabble, Logan first saw you in a cafe reading some dusty novel no one actually reads like war and peace or crime and punishment or something

He's seen people your age do that before, reading complicated stuffy literature to seem smart and make some pretentious English class commentary that barely makes sense 

So he calls you on it

"War and Peace, huh?"

He’s expecting you to say something fake and pretentious

Some bullshit fake deep pseudo intellectual shit

But you look up at him, only pausing for a moment before you speak

You’re surprised to see such a gorgeous guy in a little cafe like this

Especially one that seems interested in talking to you

And god, the way you talk about it

The way your eyes light up

It takes him by surprise

He's not just interested

He's invested 

You start talking and realize that you've been talking for way longer than you expected to

And he wants more

He wants to know more about you, wants to see you sweet smile and hear your cute little laugh when he says something charming or compliments you

So he takes you out to dinner, his treat 

He guides you out the door and into his Porsche with his hand on your back 

It's a subtle gesture but it makes your stomach flip 

Then he buckles your seat belt for you

If you weren't sold before you sure are by now 

So he takes you to this nice fancy restaurant, wines and dines you, and he is laying on the charm thick

"Oh, come on. A pretty young thing like you must have a boyfriend."

"Really, you have excellent taste.”

You don’t miss the way he’s been eyeing you all night

And he doesn’t miss the way you squeeze your thighs together when he touches your face or plays with your fingers

One thing leads to another and after he pays the bill and leaves a generous tip, you find him ushering you back into his porsche

And yet again he closes your door for you and gets you all buckled in

This time when he drives his hand rests on your knee

He thinks he can handle this

He’s the biggest whore on the east coast /affectionate 

Then you grab his hand and move it up your thigh

There’s no going back now

He’s in just as deep as you are

Before you know it you’re tearing off each other’s clothes

His lips are all over you and motherfucker does he know what he’s doing

He worried for a moment he might have lost his edge

But as he lays you down into his big soft bed, your skin touching his silky sheets for the first time

But definitely not the last

As he finally touches you and feels how wet you are for him

He knows he didn’t peak in college

“Shh, listen,” he says between kisses that make you feel dizzy, “you’re gonna tell me if it’s too much for you, can you do that?”

You nod while he holds your face in his big hands

“You gotta say it,” he chuckles at how sweet you are, how well you respond to him, “use your words, baby…” 

You manage to choke out a desperate yes between kisses that makes his stomach twist

And that is the very beginning to your intense affair with Logan Huntzberger 

He’s desperate to see you again

He sends flowers and a dress and a gorgeous necklace to your apartment

And not the normal amount of flowers

The Logan amount of flowers

So a lot

And you can’t believe your luck finding a hot rich older guy that’s so into you 

You really like this attention

Your daddy issues are SCREAMING

And Logan likes having someone as gorgeous and intelligent and into him as you are

And he wants to do this right

But he’s rapidly approaching the deadline his family set

He doesn’t want to scare you off

GOD that’s the last thing he wants

But he is terrified of proposing and having it end up like it did the last time

Eventually he works up the nerve to talk to you about it 

He’s explaining everything to you while you pay your bills 

But it says they’re already paid

And your credit cards are paid off

And your debt has just disappeared

Even your student loans are gone

And there’s a fat deposit in your checking account 

He paid off all your debt and didn’t tell you

By the time he’s done explaining that you basically either need to get married asap or you can’t see each other anymore he still hasn’t brought it up

And you realize he’s not going to

He didn’t pay your bills to guilt you into anything

He’s not holding it over your head

He’s taking care of you

And all you’ve ever wanted is someone who will take care of you

Logan is surprised when you agree

But he’s even more surprised at how fast you agree

You sit in his lap and end up rambling about how much you love him, how you don’t think you’ll ever find anyone you like as much as him or anyone that treats you as well as he does

To no one’s surprise the conversation ends with him taking you on every surface of your apartment

Hours later you’re cuddling naked on your couch, resting your head on his muscular chest and listening to his heartbeat

“So like… are we engaged now?” you ask looking up at him

He laughs sweetly

“No, not yet. I have to actually propose first.”

You think back to your conversation earlier when you first said you’d want to marry him

“So that didn’t count before?”

His heart breaks at how little you ask for

“No, that didn’t count.” He kisses your head, “I’m going to take you out somewhere nice, give you a proper proposal, with a nice ring.”

You get butterflies thinking about it

You can’t believe how much he does for you

How much he wants to do for you 

You’re quiet for a moment, and he can feel you smiling into his chest

“...Okay.” 

Your voice is so small and bashful, and he can hear you suppressing a flustered giggle

Fuck he can’t get enough of you 

He laughs and pulls you closer, grabbing your chin and makes you look up at him so he can kiss you 

You fall asleep in his arms

And you think that you won’t mind being married so young if it’s Logan you’re marrying

Logan is looking at you with so much love and adoration

And right before he falls asleep 

He thinks that maybe it’s not too late for him to find love after all

#logan huntzberger #logan huntzberger x reader #gilmore girls #gilmore girls x reader #logan huntzberger smut #gilmore girls smut #older husband!logan #older boyfriend!logan #older!logan #sugar daddy!logan #euthanize me #he's just #so #very #hm. #he's so #just #yeah #you get it #we're all like this after reading that lmao

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Just thought about kind of innocent Oscar? Like not really but maybe inexperienced Oscar. And he kisses his girl one time, practically full on make out, and she gets super excited because of it so they go further and he puts his hands in her panties and he looks at her in pure shock cause she’s dripping wet. No one’s ever been so aroused when he was with them. Idk what after that but yeah

inexperienced oscar is sexy i love him.

he really hadn’t intended on fucking that night, he really likes her and he wants to take his time and it’s not a priority. but they end up making out while watching a movie cuddled up on the couch. she initiated it by turning around and kissing him, then pushing him back and crawling on top of him, so he’s just following her lead. she pulls away to gasp for air, and he immediately starts kissing down her neck, searching for the spot that makes her shiver. she’s so responsive to everything he does, whimpering as he sucks on her throat and moaning when he sinks his teeth in. she tugs on his hair to pull him in for another kiss as she begins grinding on him, once she finds a good rhythm she’s gasping into his mouth while pulling his hair and he’s gone.

he hesitantly asks if he can touch her and he’s never had a more eager response, her whimpered please goes straight to his cock. he’s rushing to pull his hand from her ass and slip it down the front of her shorts, and then freezes when his fingers come in contact with her pussy and he feels how wet she is. she asks what’s wrong when he pulls his hand out, and he just blinks as he spreads his fingers and mumbles, “you’re so wet.” he looks dazed as he brings them to his mouth and sucks them in, moaning softly at the taste. at first, she thought he was having a bad reaction when he froze but then he started sucking on his fingers and she doesn’t know what to think other than, hot. oscar suddenly pulls his fingers from his mouth and his hands are on her hips as he flips their positions on the couch. he slips down between her thighs as he pulls her shorts and panties down in one go. he groans at the sight of her pussy, “jesus christ, i haven’t even done anything.” she blushes and nudges at his thigh, giggling as she points out the tent in his shorts, “i haven’t either.”

he doesn’t respond, but she can literally see his chest start rising and falling faster as he stares at her, and she starts to think he’s frozen again when he grabs her thighs and pushes them up to her chest before laying down between her thighs and then his mouth is on her.

because he’s kind of inexperienced he’s not immediately perfect, but he quickly picks up on what she likes. it’s not hard when her moans are a telltale sign of what she likes, and she’s so vocal. he just listens to her moans or if she says something feels good he’ll keep doing it. maybe even asks what she likes or does different things and asks which she likes more. the entire time though, between questions or compliments, he’s marveling over how wet she is for him. she’d be embarrassed by him pointing out how wet she is if he wasn’t so turned on by it and telling her just that. the slick squelching sounds coming from his fingers thrusting and curling inside of her is crude, but when he pulls his mouth from her clit and points it out, she can’t help but agree it’s hot.

she wants to marry oscar by the next morning and they’ve only been on a handful of dates, but he spends the night going down on her and she’s thinking, “yeah i could spend the rest of my life like that. i wonder if he’ll do it again tonight”

oscar’s thinking the same thing but he started thinking it as soon as he felt how wet she was for him. he didn’t want to sound crazy and tell her he wants to spend the rest of his life between her thighs, but when they talk about it years down the line he’s like, “oh yeah. i knew from the first time i went down on you. never looked back.”

#ask #lifeboredme #op81

[deathbecomesthem]

Roomies 6

Eddie Munson x Best Friend Reader | 1.7K

A/N: a short chapter to get me back into the story. This is likely the penultimate chapter.

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“Why are you crying?” His question is whispered into your hair, hoarse and full of sleep. His arms wrap around your shoulders when you freeze. You thought he was still sound asleep, but he’s been somewhere in-between for most of the night.

“I’m so stupid.” You gasp out the words between sobs, no point in hiding yourself now. He’s seen this plenty of times before. You’ve seen his own face streaked with tears more than once. “I’m an idiot.”

“Hmm,” Eddie pats your back gently in a condescending way and says, “well, you’re my idiot, and I’m yours. So what?” Neither of you laugh at his joke, it just hangs in the air. But he keeps his arms around you, and he lets you cry. He does not hush you, he simply holds you firmly in his arms and lets his cotton shirt catch the tears that fall from your eyes.

He doesn’t let go of you when the tears stop. For a while, you’re both frozen in that embrace, afraid to move. Afraid to do anything other than stay still and be in each other's arms. There’s no easy snuggling, no soft sighs and adjustments to get cozy with one another. Just an unnaturally still embrace that feels more unnatural by the second, until you can’t stand it for another moment and sit upright in your bed, untangling yourself from Eddie’s arms.

“I, uh, I’m gonna get up. I told Ronnie I’d make a big breakfast this morning. Biscuits and gravy with homefries.” You can’t look at Eddie, so you turn your head and look at the glass of water on your night stand. 

“Ok, I’ll help peel the potatoes.” Eddie’s pushing his way down the mattress awkwardly, he’s on the side of the bed that’s pushed up against the wall. He stands, heads for the door, and then turns back around. His arms are holding his center in a self soothing way when he says, “when Ronnie leaves, I think we should talk. Just -” he looks at you and sees that you��re not meeting his eyes. He tilts his body to catch your gaze, “- let’s enjoy her while she’s here, and have a good time, yeah?”

You nod, and realize in doing so that you do agree. Whatever is going on, or not going on, will be there when the weekend is over. You can fake it til you make it. You can push aside these newer feelings and let yourself be present. You’ll get out of your head.

Enjoy your best friends. Get out of your head. These thoughts are swirling around in your head as you make your way down the hallway and to the kitchen. And you really mean them.  You really do. When you catch sight of Eddie over the stove top, hair pulled into a low ponytail and wearing your apron, your stomach drops to the bottom of your feet. 

Be strong, you absolute idiot.

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The days with Ronnie go too fast. They always do. Just having her there in your apartment, your new apartment that you share with your shared best friend, makes everything feel right. You wish she could stay forever. Curling up in bed with her at night reminds you of being a kid, whispering and giggling into the night. Waking up with her curled up at your side. You even find yourself looking at Eddie with your younger eyes, and it is a relief to reaffirm those feelings of friendship that are at the heart of whatever is happening between the two of you.

Too fast, and you try to reach out and grab hold of the memories before they drift away. The last night she’s with the two of you, it’s movie night. A far cry from the last one you shared with Eddie, this movie night is about viewing an old favorite. 

“Hold still, Edward,” Ronnie grips the top of Eddie’s head. He’s on the floor in front of the two of you. Ronnie’s got a comb stuck in his wild curls, and a spray bottle full of a mixture of water and leave in conditioner. “You said we could fix your hair. Quit being a baby.”

“I didn’t know what I was agreeing to, Jesus Christ. It huuuurrttsss.” Eddie is squirming again, emphasizing the whine in his voice. David Bowie struts across the screen in his skin tight leggings, and you let out a wolf whistle.

“Ah, there he is. Pretty man!” You’re high on Eddie’s supply, the best way to view The Labyrinth. Your fingers are absentmindedly combing through the side of Eddie’s head that’s allotted to you. You’re supposed to be giving him braids, a tradition carried over from your teenage years.

Eddie snorts at your exclamation, and Ronnie yanks the comb down through his hair again, “Oww. Ok! I need a break.” Eddie  crawls over to the VCR and hits the pause button. “I’m getting a beer. Anyone want anything?”

Two arms shoot up, one of yours and one of Ronnie’s. You turn to look at the television and see David Bowie frozen on the screen, his nose is scrunched and his hands look like he’s pointing out his impressive package. You start to giggle and point, triggering Ronnie’s giggling.

“You two are absolute children.” Eddie hands you both a bottle of beer before hitting play and settling back in his spot on the floor. “You can commence playing with my hair, but please remember I have a sensitive head.”

You giggle again, and knock on his forehead hard enough to make a sound. “You’re pretty hard headed, Ed. I think you’ll survive this.”

He swats your hand away, and turns to scowl. It reminds you of him at 17, and you resist the urge to cup his cheek in the palm of your hand. Your sweet Eddie. Instead, you raise your hands in surrender and take care when you run the comb through his hair. He goes quiet as the familiar scenes play out on the screen in front of the three of you. You can see that the beer, the weed, and the hands in his hair have him feeling very good. Your heart is full at the sight.

“I think you should wear braids more often, Edward. It really suits you.” Ronnie is holding two thick plaits in her hand. 

“Maybe I will.” He says, resting his head against yours and Ronnie’s knees. You find that it’s not strange at all, to run your toes against his side. It’s not strange that his hand is wrapped around your ankle, a thumb running along the bare skin.

This is when things change again, like that first movie night, only in a more subtle way. The door is open now, and touches become familiar again. The days with Ronnie are full of joy, and they remind you of who you are. Of who Eddie is. Of what you really mean to one another. He’s not just another potential boyfriend, he’s a great love. You need to decide if there’s room for more than that platonic affection without the entire foundation collapsing, leaving you both without a home.

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The days following Ronnie’s departure are subdued. Routine takes over yet again, and you find yourself feeling empty. There is no rush of exhilaration when you think about running into your half naked roommate in the hallway, only an ache sits in your chest at the thought. You think about the way he sounded that night, both of you chasing after pleasure with only the thin wall separating the two of you, and yet neither of you ran to each other. That means something? Or nothing. Or everything?

Anxiety and fear takes over when you sit next to him on the couch, curled up into his chest. What was once easy comfort, and then playful flirting, has become something you need and dread. You know why. You know it’s because your need is greater than what he’s offering. You want him, and not just in your bed to satisfy a physical hunger - you want to tell him everything. To explain the way his dimpled cheeks break your heart. To kiss his eyelids and feel that soft skin and the flutter of his eyelashes. You want to trace the black lines that dance across his pale skin.

So, you do what feels right. You pack a bag, and scribble a note. You call your sister. You cannot understand these things with Eddie right in front of you, his scent in your nose and fingers on your skin.

Dear Eddie,

I love you forever, my sweet friend. I need you to know and understand that. This is my home, and I will be forever grateful for all the things you’ve done for me. I’m spending a few nights at Jamie’s place. I need to clear my head about some things, and I think you need to do the same. I don’t know how I feel, apart from knowing that you’re too important for me to make any stupid decisions based solely on how physically attracted I am to you right now. We mean more to each other than that. 

Friday night? Dinner? You know where to find me in case of emergency. 

You stare at the note in your hand. You set it on the kitchen table and pick it up again for the third time. The idea that you’ve both passed the point of no return with this thing sends a wave of nerves that flips your stomach. You sigh, kiss the paper as if leaving a mark for his hands to find when he holds it after work this evening, and set it down for the last time. 

You know you’re in love with him now, and you know that the time away will not change those feelings. You only hope that the space will make it easier to say it to his face, or accept the new dynamic between the two of you. An awkward and unfamiliar place that used to be your home. 

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson

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love all the older rhett this older bob that but do you know what i really really reallyyyy want? older rhett and older bob at the same time

Every gear in my head just came to a screeching halt, Jesus christ.

Oh, to be the controversially younger s/o of Admiral Robert Floyd and Pro Bullrider Rhett Abbott 😔✌ could you IMAGINE?

The whispers that follow as you mosey into the Hard Deck in some cute little outfit that breaks every Navy regulation imaginable, intentionally too short to get under Bobby's skin. Nobody's got the slightest clue who you are, where you came from, or who your heart might belong to, but oh, they're trying to get your attention. For a moment, the bar is loud.

But then you're walking right up to Admiral Floyd and planting yourself in his big, warm lap, and the room deflates. Scandalized whispers and wide eyes eating up the way your fingers comb through the whisps of gray in his hair. Bob knows what they're all thinking, and yet all he cares about is showing you off. This pretty thing snuggled up in his lap, playing with his hair while his big hand rubs up and down your thigh.

Oh, but that's not the end of it because there's an arena a few miles away hosting the PBR that night, and everyone is going. It's the one new, fun event of the year, and it's got the attention of the whole town. Eyes are already on you after your stunt at the bar. Even as you settle down in the bleachers, you can feel those nameless pilots paying attention to your every move.

Then Rhett fucking Abbott, rough and tumble cowboy who's been making headlines for his looks all season, comes bursting out of the chute. Rides some beast of a bull to his eight seconds, disappears for a few rides, then reappears up in the stands. Him and his salt and pepper scruff, kissing up on you and Bobby, big hands squeezing your hip and Bob's lithe waist.

Ugh, it's all over a local news outlet the next morning, and both men are so damn well established that nobody can do a damn thing about it. It would take three to pick up Bob's workload, and not one of those bull riders has been able to match Rhett's latest records. And they know it.

But they're so good with you. Protective but not overly so, the power lies in your hands, and they're more than content to fall into the places you need them to. Whether that be shouldering forward to have a word with someone who's been bugging you at the bar or sitting back and watching over you as you handle it yourself.

Sometimes, they struggle to keep up with your terms and references, but they do try their best to make up for the age gap. It makes for an interesting dynamic; their biggest worry is accidentally alienating you, which ends in countless movie nights so that you can understand each other's jokes. Introducing Rhett to modern applications and begging Bob to quit with the highly technical terms. Neither you nor Rhett understand what he's saying, and if he explains, it only gets worse.

Bob spoils you rotten; he's got more money than he knows what to do with, and you get whatever your pretty little heart wants. You haven't paid for a damn thing in years; you've tried, but even if you slip past the detection of one, you're caught in the crosshairs of the other.

On his long days, he'll send you and Rhett off shopping with his card, and you two always get up to something. It's been three months since Rhett sent that video of your pretty hips rolling against Rhett's new boots, biting at his thigh, whispering something that sounded like a plea for Bob to come home early.

Sometimes, he winds up with lewd photos of you riding Rhett in your new lingerie. Then there was that one time you two got an old Polaroid camera, stuffed the photos into a cute box, and sent it to his work to be delivered to him at his desk. That one ended in you and Rhett both limping, but it was so, so worth it. You're already working on your second batch of photos.

Rhett isn't as financially well-off, can't buy you all the bells and whistles, but he kisses you half to death and whispers the prettiest praises in your ears. He's snuggling you when you're both missing Bobby, and he's leaving you sweet messages while he's on a rodeo circuit, mailing small things that remind him of you and Bob. A hand-carved figurine of three running horses, hand-knit blankets from small-town shops.

Drives you two damn near mad with all those photos of his hard cock straining against his jeans, grunts your names over and over and over as he gets himself off to the sight of you and Bobby on his screen.

He loves making you two ride him. Whispering about how, "Want this ol' cowboy to teach ya how to ride, hm?" and making you work for it until your thighs are shivering. Draws you down to fall into his chest as he fucks up into you, too damn strong for his own good.

If you happen to be gone, then your phone never shuts up. They're a mess. One minute, you're rolling your eyes at a POV video of Rhett chasing Bob around the backyard for stealing his popsicle. The next, you're praying nobody overhears hears the secondary video of Rhett railing Bobby into the mattress, muttering about how "this coulda been you, but you're so far away, babydoll."

Its when you're together all at once, that you fully wear each other out. You would think they'd tire easily, but they could go for hours if they want to.

Sometimes they'll take turns with you, pumping you full of their cum and stepping back to let the other play with you for a while. At some point you have to tap out, batting their fingers away when they try to push it back into your spent pussy. It always ends in a need to change the sheets, because they make such a damn mess.

They're equally willing to let you take full control. Sitting on their knees at the foot of the bed, letting you haul them around by their hair and content to follow your every order. The sight of such powerful men at their most vulnerable is something else entirely.

But the best times are when you wake up snuggled between their big, warm bodies. Two pairs of blue eyes smiling fondly at the sight of you yawning, nuzzling into Rhett's broad chest, pulling Bob's arm tighter around you, asking for a few more minutes.

They both love you to death and will show you off as much as you'll allow of them. If you want to perch yourself on their arms for a big-title navy event or a PBR after-party, then that's what you'll get to do. But if you'd prefer to stay home, then they'll move heaven and earth to make sure they can share that with you, too. Regardless of the differences and the gaps between your ages, you'll be wrapped up in these two old men for a long, long time.

#im gonna walk into a church and burst into flames #rhett abbott #robert bob floyd #bob floyd #bob floyd x reader x rhett abbott #tw age gap

[scoops-aboy86]

Not Dating, part 2

part 1, part 3 - also on ao3

This is 1949 words and it was excruciating to write because, like. That internal struggle of how to bring up an out-of-the-ordinary kink with a partner is, uh, yeah. Hm. So, here it is.

cw: panic attack, robin worrying about internalized homophobia, steve worrying about internalized fatphobia

Robin flings her front door open to stop the frantic pounding on it. “Jesus Christ, what—Shit, what’s wrong?”

Steve pushes past her on the right and into the house, swiping his left shoulder against his cheek to buy another few seconds of pretending he even kind of has his shit together. He’d been practically shrieking through the door though, and he’s still breathing hard. “Your, ah. Your parents are still visiting your aunt, right?”

“Yeah—Why? Steve, what’s happening!?”

She’s practically running to keep up with him as he charges up the stairs to her room. It’s not until he’s reached it that he turns around, both hands scrubbing over his damp, reddened face and up into his hair. “It’s not a code red, I just… Fuck, I fucked up, Robs!” 

Robin finally catches up and grips his shoulders, peering hard into his puffy eyes. “Dingus, breathe. You look like you’re having a panic attack.”

“Of course I’m having a panic attack, I fucked! Up!”

She’s never seen him like this before, not even after nightmares about being trapped back under Starcourt listening to Dustin get tortured. 

Steve almost never cries—it’s like his parents had berated it out of him at a young age, which personally she thinks is short-sighted and dumb and one of the many, many things wrong with the patriarchy. But he’s crying now, tears running down his cheeks as he blinks furiously and paces and kicks at the carpet every few steps. He winds his hands into his hair and tugs on it so hard she’s almost worried it’ll come out. And his lips keep moving like he’s trying to work something out, or berating himself, or both on top of heavy, too-fast breaths. 

“Steve, can you talk to me? You’re kind of freaking me out.”

He glances at her, then drags his hands down his face and throws himself down onto her mostly-made bed with a muffled scream into the nearest pillow. Which is probably as close to a ‘Okay, just give me another minute and I’ll tell you everything Robs’ as she’s going to get. So she sits cross-legged on the bed next to him, passes him one of her childhood teddy bears because he likes soft things when he’s upset, and waits. 

After a while, he lifts his head, says, “Eddie,” and drops his face back down. 

Ah. 

Robin has been trying to gently prod Steve into talking about the way he and Eddie have been dancing around each other for months. She’d clocked Eddie’s crush on her best friend all the way back in the Upside Down and silently empathized with the hopelessness of his position, knowing well the pain of falling for a straight person. It was the way he and Steve had both gravitated to each other since Eddie’s release from the hospital, though, that had caught her by surprise. She’s witnessed them cuddling on the couch, for god’s sake. Multiple times! And that’s considered so much weirder between two guys than two girls. But Steve has always shied away from the topic… until now.

“Okay,” she says slowly. “Did something happen with Eddie today?”

Steve shakes with something she first takes for more crying, but he peels himself up again with a peel of croaky, slightly hysterical laughter. “Yes and no. We were going to hook up, but… I didn’t say what he wanted me to, so I guess that’s done.”

“You were—” Robin rests a hand on Steve’s shoulder. “Really? Wow, I didn’t realize you—”

“We’ve been hooking up for a couple weeks,” Steve interrupts bluntly, sounding absolutely wrecked to have to say it. 

… Last week she’d been trying to coax him towards realizing that draping himself all over Eddie or pulling Eddie half on top of him during movie nights had to mean something. When he hadn’t taken the bait, she’d made some comment about how they lived in each other's brains and were incapable of keeping secrets from her, “You know that, right Steve?” And he’d nodded and agreed. 

So. Wow. 

“Oh,” she says softly, and despite her best efforts some of the hurt creeps into her voice. It’s not like she doesn’t know how hard something like this can be to talk about, how saying the words can make it terrifyingly real. The only reason she’d told Steve had been the temporary death-defying insanity of both escaping actual, literal, pee-yourself-in-terror-a-little-bit torture and whatever lingering truth drugs said torturers had shot them up with; bringing it up a second time, after all that had worn off, had been scary even knowing he was safe. 

But he has to know that she would’ve understood, right? That she could have helped him figure things out so neither Eddie nor him would’ve ended up getting hurt?

And weeks. Steve is her soulmate, her other half, her Platonic with a Capital P, had been doing gay stuff with another boy and she’d had no idea! The guy she only has to look at to know when he’s hoarding the last of the Red Vines for himself, or that he did forget to rewind something before reshelving it, or that the kids put him up to something really stupid that’s going to take up half their day because it involves driving to the game store two towns over or something. How had he kept up that good of a poker face for so long?!

Robin takes a deep breath and tries again, because her best friend is upset and that’s way more important than feeling left out of the loop. 

“Steve, it’s okay.” She reaches out and starts rubbing his back the way he likes when he’s just thrown up from a migraine, in the hopes that will help now. “It’s okay if you like boys. Instead of or in addition to, whichever, both are totally fine and allowed and only make you a freak in the eyes of small-minded bigots who feel trapped in their own lives and hate joy!”

He rolls onto his side and stares at her with red, watery eyes with a little sniffle. “I know,” he says sadly. “I know, that’s… that’s that Eddie thinks the problem is, because I fucked up when he asked me. He asked what we were doing and I couldn’t… I couldn’t think of any words, Rob.”

She shuffles around to lie down facing him from the other pillow, and Steve automatically positions the teddy bear between their mouths because he knows she has this thing about feeling other people’s breath on her face. 

“I still like girls,” he continues while she’s still getting settled. “And guys, sometimes. Or maybe just Eddie, I don’t know. I know liking a guy doesn’t make me a freak, but I’m—Part of what I like about him isn’t—If I tell him, he might think it’s… weird. Or insulting, maybe.”

“Okay,” Robin says slowly, trying to think through the utter blank she is drawing. “Uh, do you wanna maybe walk me through exactly what you’re talking about? Tell me what we’re working with here.”

Steve hesitates, his gaze sliding away to fix blankly on a loose thread from her quilt that he’s fiddling with. “Yeah, uh…”

Maybe he still can’t think of any words to explain himself. Robin nudges the bear aside and pulls him into a hug, scooching up on the bed a little so he can tuck his head under her chin. “Hey, it’s okay Steve. I'm on your side no matter what, alright? I one thousand percent promise you that nothing you say will make me look at you any differently, no matter what, because you’re my dingus and we’re platonically bonded together by fate and that shit is forever.”

A weak, muffled laugh tickles wetly at her neck. “What if I killed a guy and cannibalized him to hide the body?”

“I’d get you mouthwash and an antacid,” she replies promptly. “Your alibi is that we were watching Flashdance again and I had to wrestle the scissors away from you before you made irreversible surgical corrections to your own sweatshirt.”

Steve snorts. “Fuck, okay. But stop trying to tell people I did that, I was joking about that.” He pulls back, chewing on his bottom lip, and then takes a deep breath. “You know how Eddie’s… gained weight since he got out of the hospital?”

“Yeah?” She does, because at first everyone in their monster hunter club had been worried about how stick-thin the bat attack and subsequent coma had left him. Since then he’s filled back out at then some, definitely no longer underweight and with a good amount of color finally back in his cheeks. 

“I like it,” Steve admits in a small voice. “I like touching him where he’s… soft. I don’t know how to tell him that without calling him fat, though. No one likes to be told they’re fat, right? I don’t really like someone telling me I’ve gained weight, because most of the time people only say that when they’re being critical assholes. But… he looks so happy when he’s eating, you know? All relaxed, and he deserves that after everything he went through. And we get high together and I can’t stop touching him, I… I see skin where his shirt rides up I want to bite it. And I actually have! I’ve been freaking out that he’s going to notice and call me on it, but instead he said he doesn’t want to be ‘just’ anything with me and I choked. Bad!”

“Oh,” Robin says, understanding dawning. Not that she gets the appeal of what Steve is talking about, but she doesn’t get the appeal of guys in general so it kind of falls in the same category… And she could’ve done without that fun biting fact. “Oh, Steve…”

She can definitely agree, though, that after a town-wide manhunt and helping to save the world, Eddie Munson deserves to relax and unwind however he wants. They all fucking do, but Eddie nearly died. 

The way Steve’s face crumples up hurts her heart to see. “H-he asked me what we were doing and all I could think about was what I was doing and I just… sat there. I fucked it up.”

She hugs him tightly again. “No no no, this is fixable. We’ll come up with a way for you to tell him, okay? It’s just a misunderstanding, that’s nobody’s fault.”

“We’ve been hooking up for weeks and I’ve kissed him everywhere but the mouth,” Steve mutters miserably into her shoulder. 

“…Okay, that bumps it up to like, sixty percent your fault,” Robin admits, frowning. That doesn’t sound like the Steve she knows. The Steve she knows loves kissing, he’d literally been known for that back in school; everyone had always gotten to see him and his girl of the week (or Nancy, during the twelve or so months they’d dated) sucking face in the hallways between classes, by their lockers, in the parking lot before and after school. “Why the hell not?”

“Because I was already being weird about it, kissing him felt like it’d be… Fuck, what’s that big word Dustin likes to use? Oh, presumptuous. And… he didn’t try to kiss me either, so I wasn’t sure…”

“Dingus,” she sighs, and hugs him tighter. Then—knowing that when Steve gets going about his trysts he does so comprehensively, no detail spared, and there’s nothing wrong with that, but she mentally braces herself to hear more talk about penises in the next hour or so than she has before in her entire life—she says, “Alright, from the top. Tell me everything so we can figure out how to get you your man.”

Tag list: @steviewashere (since your ask kicked this off in the first place 😘), @hotluncheddie

#wg steddie #scoops words #chubby eddie munson #feeder steve harrington #this is not the kind of coming out robin expected #robin buckley #wg not dating

[redwolf17]

A timeline of going feral about Persuasion

(or, how I suddenly turned into a starry-eyed, obsessive sixteen-year-old girl again with zero warning, goddammit Jane Austen you've done it again)

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Saturday: Read Persuasion. Deeply enjoy it while also feeling like one has been hit over the head with a club made from the essence of yearning and catharsis. Look up gifs of the movies; decide the 1995 looks most promising, and the 2022 should be doused in holy water and exorcised because how goddamn dare you

Sunday: wake up early specifically to watch Persuasion (1995) while the bf is asleep. Squee to oneself the entire time. Finish the movie, and rabidly descend into the Persuasion tag on Ao3. Read most of the day. Find out the bf is slightly disappointed he wasn't included in the morning movie time; watch the movie again in the evening while trying not to scream because Amazon Video keeps messing up the audio syncing and ruining the experience.

Monday: Continue going through the Ao3 tag. Consider rewatching the movie, but resist due to lack of time. Briefly scold oneself for fixating on the romance and not the fantastic prose and social commentary. Consider buying the Annotated Persuasion to better understand the historical context; instead add it to the Christmas wishlist and keep fixating on the romance

Tuesday: Finish going through the Ao3 tag. Lament the tragic lack of additional fics. Vaguely consider a future Persuasion AU but discard it because there's really not a good immediate parallel in ASOIAF, and because more importantly, Anne/Frederick is the entire point, an AU with different characters wouldn't have them

Wednesday: Discover that the hyper fixation is not calming down, no, it's STILL going. Reread all of @amarguerite’s incredible figure skating AU where Frederick and Anne were once pairs partners, until Coach Russell forced them apart so Frederick could join the NHL. Feel way too many feelings about it.

Thursday: Reread the short side stories of the skating AU. Finally comment because oops, incredible work deserves comments, but the reading binge was so intense that no such deserved comments were given. Pray the fic authors are not bothered by the sudden onslaught of fangirling.

Friday: Decide to reread Persuasion tonight, because now one can really SAVOR it, really just go apeshit over every line and moment. And also because hopefully rereading it will get the brainworms to calm down, Jesus Christ, wtf?!?!?!! Stay tuned for the tag to be flooded with commentary, lol

#persuasion #jane austen #anne elliot #frederick wentworth

[romanoffsbish]

I Can’t Breathe…

Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

WandaNat x Fem!Reader (“Platonic”)

Warnings‼️: Suicidal ideation / attempt, Depression, descriptions of drowning both physically/emotionally, Disassociation, and misguided anger. | 1,836 Words

Drowning… You’d always heard it was a peaceful way to go, that once your body’s natural panic is overrun by the all consuming body of water that it’s just like going to sleep. It’s definitely not like the movies, there’s no grand fight to survive, you don’t flail about for hours on end screaming for someone to help, no, it’s a much more daunting experience. Silence all but surrounds you as you try just to keep your head above water, when the exhaustion in your limbs starts to win out, and the panic seeps in it’s likely you’ll gasp or hyperventilate before you finally submerge to the darkness threatening to pull you in.

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From a personal standpoint you reason it also can’t be that bad when it already feels like you’re drowning above ground to begin with. You watch on, the physical being that houses you walks around lifelessly, and you watch from beneath the surface to see the wreckage.

It’s like you’re not even a person anymore, to exist within the four walls of the compound is nothing short of dreadful, for you and all those who are stuck living around you.

The way everyone looks to you now like you’re no more than a disappointment, as if their life would improve if you were gone, and as the days blend together, and Steve yells at you for the millionth time this year, you begin to think it’s a rather proper assumption.

“Y/L/N! For Christ’s sake what has gotten into you?! Are you so careless that you can’t follow a simple order from your superiors?,” you say nothing, eyes focused in on the star on his suit., “Ignoring me are we? God, you’ve really lost touch with reality haven’t you?,” he releases a bitter chuckle as he moves to level with you., “Put all of us in danger today when you unfroze reality before we were even ready! Now Bucky’s in the infirmary, and not a soul here in is unharmed besides you. You’re a disaster!”

“Jesus Steve, lay off the kid!,” Tony tries to defend you, and if you had the energy to you’d tell him to stop, to drop it because Steve was right, you’re far off from reality, but instead you remain just as silent as when the soldier was directly speaking to you. As the men began to bicker you find your feet move of their own accord, removing you from the dissension; aimlessly you walk the halls of the compound with nothing but the peaceful sounds of waves crashing over you in your mind.

Natasha and Wanda share a panicked look when you walked out of the conference room with that newfound empty expression of yours, those eyes of yours no longer holding all that they’ve grown to love about you. You’re just a hollowed out shell of what they all once knew, long ago are the days where you would smile, and it’s breaking them to see you so torn up. You’ve completely shut them out, it’s been months since they even got to talk to you, but Wanda reasons that as long as she can feel you it’ll be okay, that they’ll give you this space.

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“Wands, I’m not sure space is the answer.” Natasha sighs while taking up her space in their shared bed., “She has to hit rock bottom Natty, until then nothing we do will help her.,” Wanda reasons, but a massive part of her wonders if she’s on the right track anymore., “Wanda, I think this is her rock bottom.”

Wanda shuts the light off, and slips into a restless sleep alongside her tormented lover, both of them praying you’ll be there when they awake, but both well aware of the chance that you could very well not be.

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You’re not sure when you slipped into the tub with all your clothes on, but the little bit of cognition you’re holding onto says it’s been at least two hours. Your body shivers violently as the waters lost all its warmth, but instead of getting out, you slip under the surface, and just as you felt yourself ready to give up you shot up, lungs naturally having you gasp for air. Deeply you wished that you were in favor of living, that you did that for you, but the only reason you stopped the inevitable was them.

Natasha and Wanda deserved better than to find your lifeless body in the tub, to see that you’d pitifully given up, and left them behind to pick up the pieces of your fractured life. Passing on your pain isn’t your intention, and so you step out of the tub, loud squelching noises follow you as your soaked clothes move with you into your connected bedroom.

After changing your clothes you creep into the darkened hallways, the likelihood of anyone being awake right now is low, and even then Tony’s likely in his lab with no mind paid to you and your whereabouts. As quietly as you can you cross the hall and enter the room of the women who’ve owned your heart for the better part of the last five years.

“I’m sorry.,” you choked out, your voice even shocking you since it’d been months since you last muttered a word to anyone, you settled a soft kiss to each of their foreheads, and wiped away your fallen tears from their calm brows., “I love you, please don’t hate me…,”

They couldn’t hear you, or feel you of course; seeing as how you’d frozen time in their tiny space, but you simply couldn’t follow through with your plans without a proper goodbye.

With a wave of your hand you’d teleported out of their bedroom, time resuming for the both of them, and as soon as it did Wanda shot up in a panic. She did in fact feel and hear you, but she couldn’t fucking move, she couldn’t scream out to you, it was a terrifying situation for the witch who’d never been bested like this before.

“Natasha! Get up, Y/N’s about to do something stupid, fuck…,” she shrieked, and the assassin jumped to her feet., “Wanda, what happened?,” she asked while slipping her shoes on, anxiety crawling up her spine when she could smell you, your natural scent having lingered., “She’s trying to end her pain Tasha…,” she says over a choked back sob, her body already halfway out the window., “Go, I’ll be right behind you.”

Wanda flew right off, she knew where you were going—they both did, it was the one place you’d always found a sense of calm in this world.

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It was a beautiful sight, the sunrising over the ocean while your feet dangled over the cliffside, you appreciated the beautiful farewell hues. Memories of all the good flashed across your mind, just like they say it does when one’s about to lose it all, but the oddity here was you’d done nothing to yourself yet. The sound of leaves crunching woke you up from your memory spiral, and it was then you recognized the red hues touching the corner of your mind.

Wanda was stood before you in a mess of tears as you jumped to your feet, pushing her right out of your mind, and you froze the tendrils that sought to bind you in place., “Go home.,” you cooly instructed her, but she just shot more of her magic your way to keep you from your perceived destiny., “Wanda, I’m serious!,” you shouted this time, your patience wasn’t what it used to be, it even hurt to see her flinch, but that just couldn’t compare to your daily misery.

“Y/N, please, you have to know this isn’t the answer!,” you scoffed., “Wanda, this is the only answer that has made sense to me all year.,”

Wanda wasn’t going to stop, you knew that much, so you did the only thing you could do. Wanda pleaded with you to stop, but your hands were up before she could even finish her ‘I love you.,’ hearing it would’ve hurt too much. It wasn’t true anyways, she loved Y/N Y/L/N, and at this point you’re not sure she exists anymore., “I’m sorry Wands, you’ll be okay.”

It was now or never you realized, it was only a matter of time before the other half arrived. Taking a steadying breath you began to run for the cliffs edge, but Natasha’s bike slid across the rocky terrain and she jumped off to tackle you, and to your complete shock it worked. You’d had many skills, but being a better fighter than The Black Widow wasn’t one of them, she always overpowered you when your powers were off limits., “Natasha, get off!”

“Are you fucking stupid? Absolutely not!,” she growled, her face now hovering above yours., “Natalia, I’m not fucking playing, get off of me, and let me put us all out of our misery!,” you struggled against her hold, but it was no use.

Natasha could quite literally hold you in place with her toned thighs alone, and with hands you might as well resolve to letting her carry you home now., “This is beneath you Natasha, saving a screw up like me isn’t your job.” She chuckled humorlessly., “You are beneath me, that is one thing you have correct here Y/L/N.”

Her play on words only pissed you off, as if taunting you was fair at all., “I’m not going back with you two, so give up already!,” she scoffed., “You don’t have a fucking choice.”

You began to thrash beneath her, even if you couldn’t get her off you could definitely upset her peace., “Let me die! It’s my fucking choice, not yours, not hers, mine!,” Wanda was now by you since Natasha cuffed your hands, using her lap she shielded your head from the rocks you were violently bashing against., “I don’t want to do this anymore! I’m so fucking exhausted, I’ve never had a choice, and I finally do now so let me make it, and just fuck right off.”

“Let me go!,” you sobbed repeatedly, and the women watched you, helpless as you broke down beneath them., “I don’t want to live.,” you continued to cry out, your body shook with inconsolable sobs., “Please…,” but the strength you once had faded the longer you laid there.

“Shh, detka, we’ve got you.,” Wanda coo’d, her strong arms lifting your now pliant body up and into her hold, and Natasha scooted in to sandwich you in between them., “We’re not going anywhere dorogoy, you’re not alone.,” she added, laying a kiss to your sweaty temple, and allowing her own tears to finally fall as you heartbreakingly whimpered in Wanda’s arms.

Wanda and Natasha shared a knowing look, this was your rock bottom, and they were glad they got to ensure it stayed metaphorical, and they knew without a shadow of a doubt that they’d do anything to ensure it stayed as such.

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#natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #gxg #wandanat #wanda x you x nat #wanda x natasha x reader #wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff #wanda x nat x reader #wandanat imagine #wandanat angst #wandanat x female reader #wandanat x reader #wandanat x reader blurb #wandanat x you #wandanat x y/n #wandanat oneshot #wandanat pov

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Butterfly Kisses & Lavander Fields {One Shot}***

Title: Butterfly Kisses & Lavander Fields {One-Shot} ***

Rege Jean Page x GF Reader

Warning: Cursing, Fluff, NSFW, SMUUT, PLENTY OF WORDS

Words: 8.7k

Summary: You and Rege have been together for several months but have both been so busy you haven’t had time to bask in your coupledom. Now with a much-needed vacation only hours away will the two of you finally get to enjoy some R&R couple’s style?

 As always, thank you guys for reading. I appreciate it & you. 

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 ***NOT Edited/Proofread***

***Interactive***

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 "Good morning sunshine."

 Your eyelids fluttered for several moments before they finally opened and found a beautiful pair of deep russet brown eyes on you through your facetime call. He slowly smiled and your insides turned to mush like a freshly roasted marshmallow still hot to the touch.

 "Jesus Christ, you're so beautiful in the morning. How is it bloody fair?"

 You smiled widely feeling like the actual sun; warm, bright, and jubilant. This man always had you feeling this way. You didn’t know how he did it. You didn’t know if he even knew his effect.

 "You shouldn't be talking. I'm talking to an actual bloody statue of the perfect man. David who? Michelangelo who? Yo’ mama did that!"

 Regé smiled his dorky but completely heart stopping smile. He was really meant to be a movie star. He had the looks, the charisma, and the megawatt smile.

 "I woke up like this," he teased.

 You giggled as you rolled onto your back and stretched. You then held the device in the air over you giving him a different angel.

 "Wow. What a view!”

His mouth was slightly agape as his eyes looked over every inch of you that you were showing him. Biting his bottom lip, he shifted in his bed; you could see more of his exposed chest, and you were grateful for that. He had every right to be shirtless matter of fact he should be that way all the time. You remembered the first time you’d seen him without a shirt. It was an accident as you’d walked into his trailer without knocking and there he stood in jeans that were hung dangerously low on his hips unbuttoned and shirtless in front of a full-length mirror. You’d stood there stunned silent and still and you couldn’t help but ravage all the skin on display. He was hot and from the half-cocked smile he’d given you over his shoulder he knew it too.

 “Eh-em. Wow, I’m sorry sunshine I zoned out.”

 “It’s okay, I guess I’m just that boring,” you teased.

 Regé playfully rolled his eyes. “Oh, stop it, you and I both know you are not boring, and I was just mesmerized by your beauty as I always am.”

 You raised your hand to your mouth then smiled widely, unable to hide your cheesy schoolgirl grin that would tell him just how head over heels you were for him. It had happened so fast, so effortlessly that you didn’t have a set time, day or moment when it happened.

 “What are you thinking when you look at me like that?”

 Your eyes widened as heat rushed across your face. There was no way you could tell him—not yet.

 “Uh—uh—well—nothing,” you blurted.

 Regé snorted, “Liar.”

 You giggled as you avoided his gaze.

 “It’s okay though. Keep your secrets, sunshine.”

 You rolled onto your side and propped your iPad on the pillow beside you.

 “I see suitcases. Are you all packed and ready to go?”

 “I am.”

 Your excitement bubbled inside you remembering that in a few short hours you’d be getting on a plane to meet Regé and then you’d be off for an extended vacation with him, your first together.

 “God you’re going to make me an impatient man smiling at me like that.”

 “Are you feeling impatient?”

 “Better believe I am. I haven’t touched you in a month. I hate that.”

 You did too. When you’d accepted his proposal to be his girlfriend ten months ago you knew who he was. Being a stylist and costume designer in the industry, you knew the life of an actor. You knew busy schedules, insane amounts of stamps in a passport, long days and even longer nights and lengthy trips away from loved ones. He wasn’t the only one who had those same demands placed on him.

 With your four clients you currently had your hands full with meeting their expectations for styling. Your schedule had been booked for the majority of your relationship and it was the same for Regé which meant you didn’t go through the whole physically obsessed with each other phase that most went through in new relationships. You’d been physically together maybe two and a half weeks in every month, but it didn’t have the effect most would think. It enhanced other parts of your relationship.

 You were able to see the many sides of him away from his body, or the effects his touch had. You were able to learn his preferences deeper than the surface. You were able to learn his quirks, his mind, his heart and every single nuance that made him the man he was. The absence you endured made the times you were together so much better. Every lite touch of his hand sent your heart into overdrive. Every press of his lips on yours, or your forehead, or neck easily made you wet. Hell, the sight of him did that too.

 “I hate it too,” you concurred.

 The absences made your relationship stronger and made your heart fonder, but you really were looking forward to this long stretch of time you’d get together with no work distractions. He’d promised you four weeks and you were planning on cashing in on every single second.

 Regé’s eyes went all doe like and seductive then he licked his bottom lip, “Don’t worry, seven hours then I can finally wrap my arms around you.”

 Your belly did flips as your nether regions moistened. Jesus, you thought. there was no way you’d make it through these four weeks un-fucked. It was going down the only question in your head was when.

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 -2-Weeks Later-

The warm Italian sun kissed your body blazing its heat all over. You moaned as a gentle breeze brush against you cooling the heat of your skin.

 “Ah,” you sighed.

 This was heaven. You were already used to the feeling of complete relaxation. It hadn’t taken long at all. The moment you’d stepped off that jet 2 weeks ago and looked into the impossibly blue sky that was over the equally impressive ocean you felt carefree. Now, you didn’t have to open your eyes to know the same azure skies looked down on you as you sunbathed on this yacht. You couldn’t help but sigh again. An actor’s life was the life for you.

 Suddenly, your skin cooled making you wonder if there was an unplanned overcast in the sky. You were tempted to lift off your eye mask and look but your body was way too releaxed to move. Something cold then grazed your shin drawing a path along the skin there up your leg, across your knee to the top of your inner thigh. You smiled softly knowing just who this was.

 “Is this your way of telling me I’m too hot for you to handle?”

 He didn’t answer, instead he continued the trail of the cold item until he was not going across your stomach, up the center of your body to your chin. He then traced your bottom lip, and you knew then it was ice.

 “Say ah.”

 You obeyed then tastes the sweetness of strawberry and the tang of lemon all in a cold frozen mix. Moaning, you sucked on the popsicle savoring the contrasting flavors. All the while you sucked, you moaned until suddenly Regé pulled it from your lips. In protest, you pursed your lips more then pulled off your eye mask. The man before you took your breath away. How the hell was one man so beautiful, you wondered to yourself. Regé’s eyes were dark, hooded and spellbinding.

“If I had known all I needed to do to have you look at me like this was to suck your popsicle I would have done it long time ago,” you teased.

 The corner of his mouth turned up before he smiled softly. “Is that right?”

 You smiled, licked your bottom lip and nodded. “If I promise to look at you like this from now on, will you do it again?”

 You snorted, losing the battle.

 “So fresh,” you said while playfully swatting his bare chest.

 “Hey, it was you who brought up sucking my popsicle not me,” Regé protested.

 “Right and you were the innocent bystander completely drawn in by this Jezebel.”

 Regé smiled again lowering himself over you, blocking out the heat of the sun completely but replacing it with the heat of his body.

 “Jezebel, oh no no no. I hold you in much higher regard than that. Jezebel just won’t do,” he teased.

 Your brow cocked while your lips quirked. “Oh really?”

 His eyes dipped to your lips as he nodded. “Absolutely. Sorceress, perhaps, enchantress maybe, or—goddess.”

 His lips were right above yours as he trailed the popsicle across them again, the whole time he kept his dark maple syrup eyes remained glued to yours. Suddenly his lips spread into a smile.

 “Yes, goddess. I like that. My goddess.”

 “Yours?”

 He nodded.

 “If I am yours then shouldn’t I be praised or—worshiped?”

 There was that smile again, you said to yourself as he focused on you as if you were his afternoon snack. His eyes slowly sank to your mouth as your tongue snaked out to lick at the melting sweet liquid.

 “You are absolutely right. You deserve praise, worship, tributes, and devotion. Here is my first.”

 Regé dipped down and pressed his lips to yours trapping the popsicle between you. Moaning, you matched his movements kissing him just as fiercely as he kissed you. Your moans melded together and as your kiss intensified the popsicle melted from your combined heat. Bringing your hands up, you dug your fingers into his hair and gave as good as you got. Regé moaned when your tongue snaked around his to suck. He then pressed his chest to yours leaving not even a centimeter.

 Within seconds, your hands were roaming down his toned back and you were enjoying every inch of skin you got your hands on. These last two weeks the two of you had quickly gotten into a groove and comfort with one another and often touched one another. There was no part of the day you spent together where you weren’t touching somewhere. Even while you slept, in the same bed now, you touched. The only time you weren’t was when either of you were showering or using the bathroom.

 Touching him had quickly become your new obsession.

 Regé groaned before he pulled away pressing his forehead to yours panting.

 “Mercy, Y/N. Mercy I beg of you.”

 You smiled and released him bringing your hands to rest over your head.

 “Mercy granted.”

 Regé took a deep breath trying to steady himself, then he pulled back slightly.

 “I came over for a reason and that reason wasn’t to seduce or be seduced.”

 You smiled. “No? Well good thing I wasn’t trying to seduce you.”

 He didn’t look convinced one bit and that made you laugh. “Okay what did you come over for?”

 Regé sighed, “To ask you on a date this afternoon.”

 Your smile faded for a moment as you took him in. This was one of the many reasons you’d fallen in love with him. His ability to take your breath away with the simplest gesture was astounding.

 “A date?’

 “Yes. There is somewhere I want to take you.”

 You caressed Regé’s cheek then smiled.

 “So, will you do me the honor of going on a date with me in about two hours?”

 Your smile widened as your belly fluttered. “Yes,” you whispered, not being able to muster anything else.

 The way he lit up didn’t help the swarm of butterflies taking flight in your belly. He kissed you once, then twice.

 “Good. Meet you on docking level in two hours.”

 “Okay.”

 He kissed you twice more then he was gone leaving you with the popsicle. As you watched him walk away your eyes were glued to his ass. He had such a great one and you’d seen it twice already. The first when you’d both gone skinny dipping on a whim your first night on the ship, and the second when he’d loosened his towel just before he closed the bathroom door giving you a view of one perfectly toned and shaped ass cheek. You wanted to squeeze it so badly.

 Dropping back down onto your back you ferociously bit at the popsicle that was now practically slush. You were massively sexually aroused. You lived on the line of continuous arousal. It had gotten so bad you’d begun to wonder if you’d turned into a sex maniac without even ever having sex with him. None of your friends knew how you’d gone so long without one of you pouncing the other. It was honestly a perplexing miracle it still hadn’t gone down seeing how the last 2 weeks had gone.

 You lost yourself in your thoughts for the next several minutes going over the many ways you’d intentionally and unintentionally teased each other. The ways your bodies just craved to be against each other no matter what you were doing. There was this certain aura around him that made him irresistible and every woman you’d encountered clearly saw it too. A loud ship’s horn brought you back to reality. Your popsicle was juice, and you were all sticky in more ways than one.

 Once in your room—the room you’d been sharing with Regé for the last two weeks, you showered taking your time to use the delicious smelling body conditioner you’d picked up from a mom-and-pop natural beauty store. It smelled like a tropical vacation mixed with country flowers. You didn’t know how they’d been able to mix the two, but you were glad they did. As you allowed it to soak into your skin, you focused on applying your face scrub and then the soothing gel that was supposed to make you look like you’d just stepped from in front of a misting fan. As you went through your routine, your mind kept wandering to what exactly Regé has up his sleeve. The way he looked when he asked you for a date was so tender so intense. You didn’t know what to expect and since you didn’t know your excitement was steadily increasing.

 By the time you finished your shower then made your skin supple and face effortlessly painted, 2 hours had nearly passed. The summer dress you pulled on hugged you in the right places while hoisting your breasts to ensure your cleavage was on point. The deep thigh split gave it the right touch of sexy while keeping it sweet and innocent. After dipping your perfume at your pressure points, you reapplied your lipstick then surveyed yourself once more.

 Knock, knock, knock.

 You opened the door after crossing the room and smiled at one of the crew members.

 “Good afternoon, Ms. Y/L/N.”

 “Hi.”

 “Signore Jean Page says he is waiting for you madam,” he said, his Italian accent heavy.

 “Yes. Give me one moment.”

 You scurried back to the bed and tucked your phone, a few credit cards, and your lipstick into your purse then grabbed your wide brimmed straw hat and your sunglasses then hurried back to the crew member. He led the way down the corridors and up steps. The further from the room you got the louder and louder it became. It sounded like helicopter blades. A few minutes later you were approaching Regé who was standing beside a helicopter. your eyes widened taking in the sight. What in the world, you thought.

 The closer you got Regé’s smile widened. When he took the remaining steps to you keeping his head ducked, he clasped your hands in his.

 “You look breathtaking.”

 Your belly fluttered. “Thank you.”

 He kissed your cheek then your temple.

 “Ready?”

 “What is all this?”

 “Lunch.”

 “On the chopper?”

 Regé’s smile widened then he tipped his head back and laughed.

 “Don’t laugh at me RJP.”

 You liked to tease him with the name sometimes and each time it only made him laugh and proceed to tickle you until you gave in. This time was no different.

 “All right, I give.”

 Regé pulled you flush against him. “And I take.”

 He kissed your lips gently, probably trying not to get your lipstick all over him. It was pointless though, you used your thumb and wiped at the berry blush shade now on his lips.

 “Shall we?”

 You nodded and allowed him to lead you to the helicopter. The whole while he kept one hand around your waist and the other atop your head ensuring you remained low. Once you were both in, you put on the headset as you readied yourself for lift off. When the helicopter began lifting, you looped your arm in Regé’s then laid your head on his shoulder. You felt his lips brush the top of your head and you thought nothing could be more perfect than this moment.

A few short minutes later, the view of the Italian countryside took your breath away. The greens were so much lusher than any you’d seen before, the blue of the ocean was more like the deepest turquoise ever discovered, then the wildflowers that were in a rainbow array of colors that decorated the fields completed the live canvas painting. You pointed things out to Regé as he did the same. The whole time you both snuggled together and giggled. It was the perfect picture of peace.

 Once the helicopter landed and you disembarked, Regé took your hand and led you down a field to a waiting man who held on to two bikes. He paid the man while exchanging pleasantries in Italian looking as if the man was his long-lost best friend. That was another reason you’d fallen in love with him. He had a way to make everyone he encountered feel comfortable and appreciated. He didn’t treat anyone as if he were better than them and always remained humbled.

 “Ready?”

 “You bet.”

 You climbed onto the old-fashioned bike making sure to tuck the hem of your dress between your legs to prevent any mishaps and placed your purse into the basket in the front. It was adorable. Glancing over to Regé, you smiled at his tall frame on the dainty looking bike.

 “Keep up slow poke,” you teased before you took off down the dirt path.

 “Cheater!”

 The two of you rode bikes along the path. One minute you were in front, the next he was, but the whole time you laughed and taunted each other. After a mile or two, you found a thicket of trees and got off for a rest under a tree sipping limoncellos like locals. Before either of you knew it you were making out under and up against the trees not caring if anyone was around to watch. When you got to a small town you explored while keeping a hold on each other. Every few seconds, Regé was snapping pictures of you making you feel like a model rather than a stylist. He was truly your biggest hype man.

 When the sun was a little past its peak, you rolled up to the breathtaking view of Provence’s Lavender Fields.

“Oh my god.”

 “Amazing, isn’t it?”

 As far as the eye could see lavender decorated the hills. It smelled like heaven and every time the wind picked up a wave of calm washed over you.

 “Absolutely amazing.”

 You felt Regé come beside you then wrap his arm around your waist. “Shall we?”

 “Huh?”

 “We’ve reached our destination.”

 You smiled and couldn’t help but kiss him. You climbed off the bike and allowed him to lead you down the path toward the fields. The closer you came the stronger the scent of lavender filled the air and the giddier you became. Soon, you couldn’t help but take off running through the rows of lavender tracing your hands along them. When you smelled your fingers, you moaned as they picked up the aroma the buds left.

 “Oh my gosh. It’s beautiful,” you stretched out.

 When you turned, you found Regé walking calmy behind you with a wide smile on his face as he watched you.

 “You’re beautiful!”

 Giggling you twirled and twirled. If this was what complete peace and joy felt like you wanted to bottle this moment to revisit every chance you got.

 ~~~~~~~~~~~~

 -Regé-

Christ, you were beautiful, he thought as he watched you run around like a child touching every bushel of lavender only to bring your hands to your nose to inhale deeply. When you began twirling with your arms outstretched screaming “weee”, he had to laugh. His chest tightened as his heartbeat increased. It was something that had been happening since he’d met you and even more since you’d been spending every day together. He’d pieced it together that it was a result of you. Everything he’d learned about you over the last 2 weeks has only increased the intensity of his heart’s beating.

 You turned to him again and stuck your tongue out at him before you winked. Just like that you took his breath away and the only thought in his mind was forever. It was a word he’d thought about plenty of times since you’d run into his arms at the yacht when you’d first arrived. That was several ports ago. After the second night on the yacht, he knew he couldn’t sleep away from you anymore. When you’d made it known that you felt the same way he had to keep himself contained so you didn’t know then and there just how hooked he was. You had him hook, line and sinker.

 He found this odd. No woman had ever had this strong of an effect on him. No woman had every done so little and had him wrapped around their finger so effortlessly. He knew it was more than the honeymoon stage, or the obsession stage of a relationship. This was something more.

 You stopped a few feet in front of him staring at something. As he came up beside you, he saw what held you captivated.

“Hope you’re hungry. I’ve worked up quite the appetite,” he said his lips pressed to your ear.

 Your body shook and he took that as a good sign. He affected you as much as you affected him. He kept his hand on your hip and when your eyes met his there went his breath again.

 “Did you do this?”

 He brushed his lips against your exposed shoulder, an action he’d wanted to do since you boarded the helicopter.

 “I did.”

 There was no need for words. He could see everything in your eyes, and he allowed his feelings to shine through to you as well. Lifting your hand to his lips, he brushed his lips against your knuckles. “Come on.”

 Leading you to the constructed wooden gazebo that housed a glass chandelier, a linen covered table and two chairs in the middle of the field he kept his hand planted on your hip loving the way you felt against him.

 “Oh my god, Regé.”

 You stopped in front of the table and looked around. When he saw the tears in your eyes he scoffed and shook his head. “Don’t cry. Come, sit.”

 He pulled out one of the chairs for you then pushed it in when you sat. Once he sat diagonal from you, he wasted no time popping the top off the rose what was sitting in the ice bucket and filling both your glasses.

 “I can’t believe you did this. How?”

 “A good magician never reveals.”

 He held his glass out to you and watched as you did the same. “To lavender fields and the taste of your lips.”

 You smiled, tapped his glass then downed the glass in one go. It was small surprises like this he loved about you. He could never predict your next move. Everything you did always somehow came as a surprise—a pleasant one. He followed suit and drank the whole glass then poured again.

 “Bon appetite.”

 He’d made sure to request all of your favorites and a few authentic Italian dishes and was happy to see the smorgasbord of options displayed on the table. The two of you filled your plates with bits and pieces from every platter then sat back and at in harmonious silence. Neither of you felt the need to fill the silence with unnecessary words. Instead, you ate and enjoyed the comfort of being together. It was something he hadn’t experienced before.

 The women in his past were the complete opposite. He always got the impression they were trying to impress him or prove why they belonged by his side. He could never get a feel of their authentic self. With you, he didn’t get that at all. You remained true to who you were, never putting on any false masks. You laughed wholeheartedly, ate without a care of who watched, danced freely, spoke with an animated joy that always held him captivated and that was just the beginning.

 When you did speak, the conversation easily drifted over topic after topic. Nothing was off limits. You pointed out the scenery, told him about other beautiful sights you’d seen. To that he said he wished to be with you when you saw others. That was when you bashfully smiled dipping your head and coyly hiding your smile behind your hand. He was a complete goner; it was pretty pathetic. He could tell you had no idea, and he couldn’t fathom how you hadn’t guessed. How could you not tell just how much he loved you.

 It hit him like a ton of bricks right then. He loved you. He was in love with you.

 “Why’re you smiling?”

 “How can I not smile when I’m with you?”

 “Dear god Regé, what in the world are you doing to me?”

 “What do you mean?”

 “I don’t think I’ve ever smiled this much. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this lite, this--,” you began then shook your hands around the air to emphasis something. “Ya’ know?”

 He snorted and shook his head. “No, I haven’t a clue what that was? That was--.”

 “Was it weird?”

 “A little.”

 You laughed loudly. Your laugh was so contagious he couldn’t help but chuckle along with you.

 “Don’t laugh at me. Jeez, I just mean—I’m happy. You make me happy.”

 Damn, he thought. Four words and he was putty in your hands. Again, that bashful smile of yours returned and you dipped your head down. Reaching over, he took your hand then raised it to his lips.

 “You make me happier than I’ve ever been,” he confessed.

 “I do?”

 Nodding slowly, he looked over every inch of your beautiful, glowing face. “How can you not know, Y/N? How can you not know how incredible you are?”

 You smirked, licked your lips then put your other hand on top of his. “You’re pretty incredible too RJP.”

 He snorted then shook his head. Of course, you’d tease him now. The two of you sat there comfortably holding hands and watching the fields like an old married couple. A few hours later when all the food was gone and most of the wine, you walked through the fields hand in hand with a bottle of wine in each of your hands, trying to top the other with the poems you each knew. When you’d gone through all you knew, you moved on to limericks and haikus. You called to every part of him, and he couldn’t believe how right you felt to him.

 When you broke away from him you bent over touching your nose to a bundle of lavender. It was the perfect picture, so he took his phone out and snapped it. You looked at him, smiled widely then stuck your hand out.

 “No paps.”

 He captured picture after picture of you using the field as your photoshoot set. You looked breathtaking with the lavender behind you, and he knew this sight would remain his favorite for a long time. You turned to him again and stuck a bundle of lavender behind your ear then blew him a kiss. It was an image he pressed to memory with the camera. As he looked over the picture, he got lost in it—in you. When he looked up again it was just in time to see the white of your dress swish out of sight behind a tall row of lavender.

 “Catch me if you can,” you sing-songed as you giggled.

 Smiling, he followed the trail of your voice, but he didn’t rush, instead he took his time and allowed his senses to lead him. Whenever he turned a corner, he only ever caught the faintest of white of your dress before it disappeared. As he moved, he snapped the pictures as he pleased, curious to later see what the camera caught. You continued to elude him for the next several minutes, but he didn’t stress it because somehow, he knew exactly where you were. When he completely lost sight of you, he stopped, closed his eyes, and used his senses to see if he could find you.

 He felt you first then smelled you, but he waited until you crept closer. Cute, he thought. When he was sure you were close, he spun, dipped down taking you over his shoulder and spun you around. Your laughter echoed over the open fields, and it sounded like music. He was too far gone. He flipped you down and gently brought you down atop a bushel of lavender. He watched you laugh some more and allowed his imagination to run while and envision you all dressed in white.

 When you opened your eyes to peer into his, he audibly gulped. You looked like a seductress, an image from daydreams. Lavender buds decorated your face, neck, and decolletage and his fingers itched to touch.

 “You caught me,” you softly said.

 “I have all the Gods in every religion to thank for that.”

 You smiled and he couldn’t fight the urge any longer. Bringing his hand to your cheek, he caressed it, gently brushing away the lavender buds.

 “Are you happy, Y/N?”

 “Do you really have to ask? I haven’t stopped smiling since we met and I’m lying here on top of a bed of lavender completely wine tipsy.”

 Grasping a stem of lavender, he used it to trace a path across your cheek then down your neck and to your collar. Where the stem went his eyes followed. The purple of the lavender complimented your skin tone in so many ways. He had a thought then to bring some of this lavender back to the ship so you could add it to your bath. It would be just as much a treat for him than you.

 “I’m completely under your spell,” he said.”

 “My spell? So, I’m a witch now?”

 “No, just absolutely bewitching in every--,” he kissed your nose, “Single.” He kissed one cheek. “Way.” He placed the final soft kiss to your other cheek before locking eyes with you again.

 You drew your bottom lip between your teeth and the fire he’d seen in your eyes plenty of times ignited.

 “God, Y/N. I have never been in love like this.”

 He felt your body tense, but you didn’t move away.

 “It has only ever felt like this with you. I swear every time I look at you or see you a hand squeezes my heart making it stop for a few seconds or until you touch me. It’s the most terrifying and intense feeling I have ever felt. I didn’t know what it meant until it hit me. I—I love you. I’m in love with you.”

 He waited, giving you time to comprehend what he’d just said and to decipher what you felt. Long moments stretched as the wind gently brushed against you sending lavender buds through the air and wrapping you both in a cocoon of fragrant bliss.

 You lifted your hand to his cheek then you smiled softly. “Wow. I love you too.”

 His smile was slow but full. You wrapped your arms around his neck then smiled. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the thing he’d been waiting for the perfect moment to give to you.

 “What’s this?”

 “For you.”

 You took the red leather case then looked at him. “Regé, you didn’t have to buy me anything.”

 “I wanted to.”

 You smiled then opened the case. Your eyes went wide when you saw the bracelet inside.

 “Oh my god, Regé,” you gasped.

 “I’ve been carrying it around for the last 2 weeks waiting for the perfect moment. Thank God, I found it. It’s the vintage version of Cartier’s Love bracelet. I want you to wear it so you will always know that I love you and am completely obsessed with you. Wear it and know it comes with my undying faithfulness to you, my unyielding love for you, my unwavering devotion to you and unquenchable passion for you.”

 You laid there speechless with wide eyes never taking them off of him.

 “I promise to never take you for granted, to never get too wrapped up work and my schedule where I neglect you. I promise to always be here for you when you need a hand, a shoulder, a chest. Let mine be the first you seek and only you need. I promise to never ever get enough of you, to never let this passion fade. I promise to always make you feel beautiful, loved, and special. Most importantly, I promise you my genuine, honest, unconditional and true love.”

  ~~~~~~~~

 -Y/N-

Holy shit, you thought to yourself as this beautiful and perfect man hovered over you spilling his heart to you. This man who you’d fallen in love with was telling you he’d fallen in love with you too. It was a shock to say the least. You’d hoped of course but you hadn’t suspected he felt how you felt—not yet at least.

 The tear that slid out your eye was a happy one, but you saw his brows knit as he trailed his finger up wiping it away.

 “What’s wrong?”

 You shook your head, words escaping you.

 “Tell me, I want to make it better.”

 You smiled and brought his head to you, kissing his lips.

 “Nothing is wrong. Everything is perfect. I just love you.”

 Regé slowly smiled and soon the two of you were smiling at each other like fools.

 “Will you wear it?”

 You nodded enthusiastically as you held up your arm for him to latch the bracelet on. Once he had, you both stared at it feeling the renewed connection between you as well as the weight of the jewelry that probably only equated to less than a pound, but it was the sentiments that weight more than the moon.  Regé kissed you again then trailed his lips to your neck then across your collar. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the feel of him against you.

 The lower he went the more your skin tingled and the more it tingled the wilder the swarm of butterflies in your gut fluttered. When Regé’s lips touched your cleavage, you opened your legs making room for him. A groan was his reply before he latched onto your neck once more. This time his kisses were more persistent. Then they turned to sucks and a moan fell from your mouth. When he pulled the bow tie straps from your shoulder, he replaced them with his lips.

 His lips were wreaking havoc on you. Everywhere they went he left trails of icy hot fire which didn’t help you, it only made you want him more. Regé planted kisses across your body dipping down to your stomach and then your bare thigh. When his lips pressed to your exposed inner thigh, you gasped, arching off the bed of Lavender beneath you. Glancing down, you caught Regé’s eyes and the look in them had a pool of moisture dripping from you.

 “Oh god,” you whispered as you angled your head backward looking up into the purple, pink and yellow decorated sky.

Regé’s lips went lower on your thigh until he got to your knee, he then switched legs and repeated the kisses showing both your thighs equal attention. You were dizzy at this point. The bottles of wine you’d drank were now teaming up to lift you into the sky. Everything was working against you, the aroma in the air calming you, but Regé’s lips on your flesh working you up into a frenzy and the wine making you want to do very bad, nasty things to him.

 “Regé,” you whispered as your hand dropped on top of his head.

 “Yes, sunshine,” he mumbled against your hip.

 You looked back down and found your dress was just at your crotch, he hadn’t gone any further, but you could see he wanted to. The question was in his eyes coaxing you to ask him—beg him even.

 “What do you want, princess?”

 You bit your bottom lip and tried to restrain yourself a little. “Please--.”

 “Please what?”

 “Please touch me.”

 Regé dropped a kiss on your fully clothed pubis. You groaned then huffed. A small smile spread across his face.

 “Can I taste you, Y/N?”

 You shattered then. You were his to do with as he saw fit. You nodded a little more enthusiastically than you’d wanted which made Regé smile.

 “Relax for me sweetheart. Let me do all the work.”

 With that, you felt his lips start again on your thighs before he made his way to your pelvis. Dropping back, you sighed as you stared into the sky. You felt him pull your underwear to the side then suck in a rushed breath. Your head snapped up to watch.

 “Fuck, you’re beautiful. So—perfect.”

 Who knew you had a praise kink. With those words you felt new wetness seep from you. It was something Regé proved as a fact when he groaned.

 “You are going to be the death of me.”

 With that, he tipped his tongue out and licked you from opening to clit. You gasped, then dropped back onto the lavender.

 “Haaaa,” you moaned out.

 Regé swirled your clit with his tongue. The action was so slow that you found yourself bucking against his mouth just to feel more. Regé chuckled softly.

 “Patience sunshine.”

 Your hips stilled and as if to reward you, he kissed your swollen and aching bud. You sighed again then settled allowing him to pleasure you. When he licked across you again, he flicked your bud then sucked on it. Your hands flew to his head, and you buried your fingers into his curls.

 “Mmmm,” you taste like rose, and strawberries,” Regé whispered.

 His beard gently scratched the insides of your thighs and you bucked again. This time Regé wrapped his hands around your thighs bringing you close to him while holding you right where he wanted. His movements turned greedy then. As he latched onto your clit he slurped against your skin making goosebumps decorate your flesh. You could feel the beginning stirs of your impending release. Regé released your touch starved bud, then sloppily kissed your inner thighs nipping and sucking his way back to your core.

 Once there he feasted starting a pace and rhythm that your body never memorized because every few seconds he switched it up. He dipped his tongue into your heat, then sucked before he brought his tongue to your clit. Quick butterfly flicks sent your back arching off the ground and your fingers digging deeper into his hair.

 “Yes, Regé. Yes. Haaa!”

 He mumbled against you speeding up his tongue before he sucked your flesh somehow getting your entire mound into his mouth. You saw stars in the lavender sky and imagined the buds of lavender floating above you in a swirling pattern. Hypnotized, you gasped loudly then clenched your thighs around Regé’s head trapping him as your body released all the pent-up desire within it.

“Aaaaaah!”

 Slowly your body relaxed then released him from it’s prison. When you looked down at him he looked so damn fuckable. His lips were red, wet, and swollen. His eyes hooded and filled with so much need that you nearly threw yourself on him. Whatever desire your body had just expelled came back full force.

 “I could taste you all day and it still wouldn’t be enough.”

 You smirked then laughed for some reason. Was it the wine finally driving you mad, or was it this man doing all the driving?

 “Come ‘ere.”

 Regé slid up you body pressing himself against you before he hovered over your face.

 “You taste delicious.”

 Looking him in his eyes you spoke. “Make love to me.”

 Any humor on his face was gone in an instant and in that instant yearning like you’d never seen filled his Russet brown eyes. He didn’t answer which made you wonder if he didn’t hear you.

 “Regé.”

 “Right here?”

 “Right now.”

 He searched your eyes for a few seconds. “I don’t have--.”

 “I trust you.”

 He looked as if he could have said “aww” which made you smile.

 “Make love to me.”

 For emphasis so he knew you meant it, you began peeling his latte-colored blazer off of his shoulders revealing his white crewneck t-shirt. Regé helped you undress him, moving to lift his white shirt from his body after your smaller hands peeled off his blazer. As he was shirtless over you, you couldn’t help but gawk at his magnificent flesh on display. He was built, not overtly so but more than enough. His abs bulged underneath the light of the setting sun, decorated by a dusting  of dark coiled hair that your fingers wanted—no needed to touch. So you did.

 Contradiction, you thought. It looked coarse but to the touch it was soft. You felt Regé’s midsection quiver as he released a jagged breath. Your eyes locked and it felt like air had turned electric. Your entire body felt like you’d stuck your wet finger into a socket. The clench in his jaw told you he had to also be feeling the same thing. At the same time, you and Regé went for eachother meeting one another halfway. His large hand held you around your back as you brought your hands to his pants.

 Your lips danced together, fitting together perfectly. You moaned against him when he splayed his hand at your tailbone and pulled you closer to him. This action sent your wet core against the hardened mass that was his dick.

 “Fuck,” you mumbled against his lips.

 Hastily, you undid the button of his pants then moved on to the zipper.

 Regé groaned and rocked forward sending his need flush against you. The impressive hardness was coaxing you, tempting you, driving you fucking insane. You couldn’t handle anymore. Regé latched his lips onto your neck right at your sweet spot. Your high-pitched panting rolled over the empty lavender fields. You lifted your legs using your now bare feet to push at the pants and underwear still separating you and Regé. You needed to feel him against you. You were tired of waiting.

 “How do you feel this good?”

 Regé sounded mystified, confused by how effortlessly the two of you complimented the other. 

You clawed at his back then smiled when you felt the strong muscles bunch and dance under your fingers. Regé shimmied from his clothing then you felt the weight of him pressing atop your pubis. You couldn’t help but look and when you did your jaw dropped. Fuck, you thought. You’d suspected he was hung but good golly miss molly. Not only was he lengthy but his girth was impressive. Your core clenched in anticipation of the battle ahead. You were so glad you were wet already.

 “Are you sure?”

 Regé’s voice was strained as if he was barely holding on. The sticky opaque liquid seeping from him confirmed it, he was just as on edge as you were. You met his eyes and nodded. You felt him rub his dick along your slit. Slowly down to your opening, around it then slowly back up to your hungry clit then around it. He did this a few times each time teasing your body more and more. Every time he circled your opening you took a small breath, held it, and waited for him to fill you but he didn’t. When he didn’t your body tensed. Soon, you were so tightly bound that if the wind blew as it had a few moments ago you’d come.

 “Regé,” you whimpered.

 His thick knitted eyebrows, squinted eyes and clenched jaws said he wasn’t just teasing you but he was teasing himself. He circled your opening again then locked eyes with you just before he thrust forward sending just the head of his invasion inside of you. You clenched around him sucking the very life from his dick. The action had Regé half collapse on top of you. His elbows dug into the lavender underneath your bodies sending the aroma to swim more around you.

 You couldn’t move, the stretch of just the tip of him had you stunned. It had been a while since you’d done this and while you were no professional, professional you definitely weren’t a novice. Lifting your legs off the ground, you wrapped them around his back giving him a different angle. Regé sucked in a breath as he dipped deeper inside of your body. Slowly he filled you, slowly giving you every inch of him. With every second your body slowly adjusted to him. It wasn’t painful per se, but you undeniably felt the stretch as your body tried to adjust to him. He felt incredible, powerful, and so damn hot inside of you that you knew you weren’t going to last long. You were surprised you’d held on this long.

 “Uuugh,” Regé grunted as you clenched around him again. He was fully sheathed within you and just waiting, allowing you to adjust. You loved him even more for it but your impatience was getting the better of you.

 “M—more!”

 Regé drew back only leaving the tip of himself inside before he thrust forward in one swift and powerful thrust.

 “Ah!”

 Again he did it. Each time he thrust back into you; his force was more bruising, more demanding. It felt as if he were demanding everything you had, every crevice, every inch of your canal, everything you had to give—he wanted. When he thrust into you again, you raised to meet him then circled your hips willingingly giving him everything he wanted. It was his for the taking. Regé’s shouldered tensed when you did it then you felt him bit your neck.

 “Yes, Y/N!”

 Feeling bolder from his praise you met him thrust for thrust, each time circling your hips fucking him as good as he was fucking you. Regé’s sped his thrusts sending your still concealed breasts swinging. His eyes locked on your globes then he cupped one and roughly pulled your dress down to reveal one breast.

 “Haa! So fucking beautiful.”

 His lips latched onto your pert nipple and he sucked as if there was life saving nectar within them. You moaned as your pleasure doubled and again your eyes locked onto the beautiful sky above you. You’d wondered when this would happen and couldn’t have picked a better one. You knew you’d always remember this.

 “I love—love—I love you,” Regé stuttered out.

He was shaking above you and you knew he was holding himself back. Rolling onto him, your bodies crushed another lavender bushel. You made a mental note to generously compensate the farmers before you left. The way Regé looked up at you as he laid under the bed of lavender only made your heart lurch, and core clench around him like a vampire needing more sustenance from its prey. You felt so full of him, so incredibly full that you couldn’t believe you weren’t trying to get away from him. Instead, you rocked your hips, rolling them as cerulean waves did in the endless depths of the ocean.

Regé planted one hand on your hip and one hand behind his head as his jaw slacked. Grinding on him, you put one hand across his abs and the other on your head. The sensations bubbling within you were becoming so intense—too intense. you were close. When you began bouncing on him you shook every time you came down on his thickness and every time you shook your orgasm crept closer and closer. Regé gripped your hips with both hands then jack hammered into you. With eyes locked and your desire for one another at peak you came undone.

 “Aaaaah! Regé!”

 His name echoed over the vastness of the field, and you didn’t care if anyone was around to hear it or see the carnal things you were doing in broad daylight. They were welcomed to watch, and you hoped they were enjoying the show, because you definitely were.

 ~~~~~~~~

 -Regé-

Taking advantage of your lackadaisical state of mind, he rolled onto you again, put your leg onto his shoulder then held the other down. You were wide for him. Every inch of your sex was on display for his eyes to feast on and he loved the view. Fucking hell you were gorgeous. Every single inch of you his eyes had seen he’d been met with nothing but perfection. You were perfect, perfect for him and he’d never let you go. Never. He thrust into you again and your hand flew to his stomach. He hesitated for a moment studying you.

 The look in your eyes and the way you bit onto your bottom lip told him it wasn’t that he’d hurt you. No, that wasn’t it. You were sensitive from your orgasm seconds ago, and if he did that again you’d come all over again. He knew it and he desperately wanted you to lose control, he needed to see you at your most primal, lost in the need of your desire for him. Probably because he was already there. He was holding back with every punch of control he still possesed.  

 With a smirk, he repeated the action. His swollen tip nudged against the tightly coiled bundle of flesh inside of you and when you released a breathy gasp and bite down harder on your lip he knew you wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. He did it again and watched your skin prickle with goosebumps erupt. God he loved how you reacted to him. When he did it a fourth time you came again, arching off of the bed of lavender while pressing your hands flat against the ground. You looked like you were summoning the goddess of the earth herself using your orgasm as tribute.

 “Shhhhit!”

 He quickly plowed into you, his control was gone and all he felt was a deep burning need for you. Your moans got louder and louder and as they did you writhed underneath him. Locking his eyes on your sex, he watched himself slip in and out of your slickened heat and every thrust forward his mouth watered at how you sucked him in, how you took from him what you wanted. His body tensed, heart thudded rapidly, and his thrusts staggered as he lost control completely. With one, then two more thrusts he knew he was going to come, and he knew this would be one for the record books.

 You dug your nails into his back as you locked eyes with him and seductively whimpered his name.

 “Rege!”

 That was all he needed before his entire being left his body as he came, filling you with spurt after spurt of everything he had. It was yours, no matter what you wanted he’d give it to you and that included his first, second, third and last born. He was yours, unequivocally and quite possibly eternally. God help him.

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[jjsstars]

thiamweek 2023: day 1, Liam’s parents

|| for @thiamappreciationweek event

|| tags : theo meeting liam’s parents for the first time, background mason/corey, liam’s step dad knows about the supernatural but I can’t remember if that’s canon or not — this is lowkey a crack fic —

“And you’re… Theo?” Raeken gives a shaky smile as he nods, hand gripped in Liam’s step dad’s a little too tight. It’s not like Theo’s never met peoples parents before, there were plenty of “relationships” he was in to get leverage for the dread doctors— but this is the first time first impressions really do matter, and he’s trying to be genuine.

“He seems tense.” Mrs Dunbar murmurs to her husband and he hums along, finally dropping Theo’s hand.

“We should eat.” Suddenly Theo’s wrist is caught by Liam’s hand and he’s being dragged over to the dining room table where Corey and Mason already sit, they’re here as a buffer for the new couple. Theo seriously debated kissing Mason and Corey when he found out they’d be there to keep things less tension filled.

“It smells delicious ma’am.” It doesn’t make Liam’s mom smile like Theo was hoping for, instead she gives a short nod that almost looks annoyed. What the hell is he doing wrong? It’s been ten minutes.

“Oh my dad cooked.” Ah.

“Well it smells great sir.” That gets him more a nice reaction, a smile and a nod. Liam said that his step dad might be more friendly than his mother, apparently she’s not a people person and how she ended up with someone as extroverted as Liam’s step dad is “totally insane” according to both Liam and Mason.

“Thank you Theo, it’s nice to be appreciated around here.” That’s all it takes for the rest of the group to loosen up, Liam throwing out a whine that he always says thank you at dinner, Mason saying he doesn’t and he just eats like a wild animal which makes Corey snort and share a look with Theo— it gets easier, thank god.

And soon enough dinner is cleared as is dessert and Theo’s able to settle down in front of the couch on a mound of blankets with Liam at his side. They agreed to watch a movie with his parents and while Theo has no idea why the hell they did that, it doesn’t seem like it’ll be horrible. Liam’s step father is busy popping popcorn with Mason and Corey at his side, Theo can hear the three of them bickering about what candy should be mixed with the popcorn. Liam has his head on Theo’s collarbone, he doesn’t smell as anxious as he did earlier which is nice.

But- Theo can feel Liam’s mother’s eyes boring into the back of his head. He repeats in his head that this is fine, it’s just motherly behavior, he thinks? He can’t be sure considering the whole ‘raised in the sewers’ thing. It’s unnerving even if it is normal. He doesn’t know what he did to tick this woman off- she’s not the one that knows about the supernatural, that’s Liam’s step dad and he’s been cheery all night long, so whatever Theo did is beyond him.

“Babe you okay?” He’s brought from his thoughts by Liam’s gentle voice, which is definitely a cover as he’s staring at Theo like he can see right through him.

“Yeah, perfect.” Dunbar’s lip twitches and he turns around enough to look at his mother- ah shit.

“Mom can you stop staring? It’s freaking us out.” Jesus Christ why is he talking to his mother like that? Does he have a deathwish? Even Theo knows that’s unacceptable-

“Sorry honey it’s just nice to see you with a partner.” Well that sounded far too genuine for someone with such a blank expression.

“It’s fine just- maybe not so hard?” She hums to her son and leans back on the couch, eyes drifting to the Tv as Theo tries not to choke on air. What the fuck was that?!

“Relax, she’s just bad at showing emotion.” All Theo can do is nod and blink a few times, he swears this relationship is going to send him into cardiac arrest at some point.

“Got it.”

#thiamweek2023 #thiamweek23 #theo raeken #liam dunbar #thiam #jj writes #teen wolf

[dreamersparacosm]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄: 𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘

featuring austin butler

public play (n): one or more persons performing a sex act in a public place.

nsfw!

warnings ; public play, fingering

note ; this is definitely…. something🫣 that’s all I have to say on the matter

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There were a lot of ways you saw your night going — one of those ways not being your boyfriend’s fingers curled so deeply inside you, your slick coating the leather chair, head thrown back against the rest and the faint noises of the movie still playing in the background.

It was intended to be a typical date night with buttered popcorn, a trip to the movies, and your lover, who only seemed available once a day each month. The fact that your skirt was somewhat too short meant that it fluttered about the chair's borders when you sat down, making Austin do a double take.

But in your defense, he fell for the bait.

If it were up to him, he would’ve just taken you right then and there. Lifted up that pretty little skirt to reveal your dripping cunt. Lower yourself onto his erection and let himself cockwarm you until the movie was over. But, this option, with his fingers nestled into your entrance, pumping in and out, was better than what he had in mind.

Your hips lift off the seat a little, teeth gnawing at your lips so desperately you can taste the metallic flavor of blood stain your tongue. He’s so deep inside you, up to his knuckles, reaching that sweet spot inside of you that aches and burns for a release.

His hand covers your mouth at the sight of your eyes rolling back into your head. He knows just how close he’s barreling you towards that edge, but despite how loud the action movie plays in the background, he’s certain your moans could overpower the entire theater. “Be quiet, baby,” He coos into your ear, pulling his fingers out of you and mixing the fluids alongside your folds.

You jolt forward at the sensation, looking around desperately in hopes no one heard your seat creak at the sudden movement. His hands roam towards your throbbing clitoris, intermixing the fluids so that your entire core is dripping. It’s laughable how sopping wet the chair is, and you let out a wanton moan against his palm at the thought of it. “What did I say about being quiet, hm?” He leans into your ear, his warm breath fanning over the skin.

“Come on, be a good girl for me,” He rubs circles into your clit, lazily watching as you squirm in the chair. “What got into ‘ya, princess? Walking around with that fucking skirt on and you think I’ll keep my hands to myself?”

You shake your head vigorously, sharing a glance of desperation with him as the circles he’s rubbing on your clit become more sloppy, letting the juices drip down your entrance. He doesn’t let them stray too far before collecting them again with his finger. “Jesus Christ. Haven’t felt you this wet in a while.”

And it’s true for the most part. Something about the adrenaline of getting caught mixed in with the dominance of your boyfriend has you needy for him, has you pleading with your eyes that he’ll let you cum.

With his eyes trained on the large screen, he inserts two fingers into your core, his thumb still rolling around your clitoris. The stimulation becomes too much to handle, exhales of air fermenting into his palm and your fingernails gripping into his clothed thigh as you try to contain yourself.

He can feel your walls pulsate around his digits, has to restrain himself from letting out a moan himself. Blood rushes to his cock, eyes bulged out of their sockets. He smirks, appraising your fucked-out look, working his fingers faster. “Look so good like this for me. When we get home, you are in for it.”

Your eyes flutter shut at the promise of sexual intercourse when you get home. Your knuckles strain as you grip the armrests with all your might. “You wanna cum?” His voice is taunting.

You nod in distress.

You’re prepared to cum, to finally release all over those chairs as the people in the theater mindlessly watch the superhero defeat the villain. For a moment, guilt washes over you. But before you have time to feel anything else, to feel any sort of orgasmic come-down, Austin pulls his fingers out of you, leaning back in his chair. He glances at you and your distraught expression, lips curving upward.

He leans into your ear, moves the strands of hair messily tucked behind it, and says, “Bet you wish you didn’t wear that skirt now.”

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[magniloquent-raven]

Dig that prompt list. Super worried for the new episodes tho so maybe some Harringrove with feeling your partners pulse??? 🖤🖤🖤

ough i hope ur alright after vol 2 lol 💕💕💕 here's a lil fluff, cuz we all deserve some rn

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“Would you stop squirming, I’m supposed to be checking your resting heart rate.”

“I’m plenty restful,” Billy mutters, shifting in his seat again, eyes downcast and pouting like a petulant toddler. 

Steve huffs, adjusting his loose grip on Billy’s wrist. His pulse jumps under Steve’s fingers, and the muscles in his forearm twitch. “Right.”

It’s like this every time. Every goddamn day since Billy got out of the hospital. It should be getting under Steve’s skin by now, but it’s weirdly getting easier to deal with. Like Billy’s growing on him or something. 

It was rocky at first. He knew it would be when he volunteered to take Billy in, but Max wouldn’t stop fretting over what was going to happen to her brother and Steve couldn’t stand the sad eyes anymore. It took some convincing, for some goddamn reason Steve couldn’t stop the words from falling out of his face when she told him no, like he actually wanted to do this. But he argued for in favor for so long he almost convinced himself as much as he convinced her. 

And so here he is. Responsible for Billy Hargrove’s stubborn ass. Making sure he takes his meds and does his exercises, inspecting his shiny new scars for any signs of complications—whatever that means, half the shit the doctor told him went right over his head—and checking his stupid pulse because his stupid heart got fucked up by the stupid Mind Flayer, and now… And now Steve has to worry about him. Him and his damaged heart.

“It’s too high again,” Steve sighs.

“I’m tellin’ you, I feel fine. It’s fine.”

“Yeah my Uncle was fine too. Right up until he died of a heart attack when he was, like, fourty.”

“Jesus, Harrington.”

“I’m just saying.”

“Well, stop saying.” Billy pulls his arm away, tucking it close to his side, away from Steve. 

Steve flexes his fingers, trying to subtly shake the weird feeling of loss. His palm is cold. Empty. He’s suddenly too aware of his own pulse thrumming, a poor replacement for the heady warmth of Billy’s skin.

Christ, he needs to stop. He really needs to stop. Billy took a risk trusting Steve with his care—something that still shocks Steve if he thinks about it too long—and Steve can’t fuck that up by perving on him while he’s supposed to be helping.

He’s not sure how to stop though. Billy started muscling his way into Steve’s space the second he got to Hawkins, but it was never like this. Quiet. Back when he was being annoying Steve was focused on that. Distracted by Billy being an asshole. Not sitting on their beat-up old couch holding his hand and his heart and trying desperately to keep the numbers in his brain when all his brain wants to do is remind him that Billy’s knee is touching his and he could be counting the freckles on Billy’s nose instead of his heartbeats. 

Steve lets his head fall back against the cushions and stares at the ceiling. There’s a stain in the corner that looks like a whale.

“Fine. D’you wanna watch a movie or something?” 

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The next day is, to nobody’s surprise, no different. 

Steve checks and double-checks the pamphlets he was given, just to make sure he isn’t misremembering what a healthy heart is supposed to sound like. 

He wasn’t. Billy’s heartbeat is definitely racing. Again. Still? Maybe it’s been like this the whole time, thundering under the metal plate keeping Billy’s ribs in place, thumping so hard Steve doesn’t need to touch Billy to know how fast it is because he can see it. 

He touches him anyways.

“Are you drinking buckets of coffee while I’m not looking? Jesus Christ, Hargrove.” 

“Yes. Obviously. I’m surprised you haven’t caught me yet.”

Billy picks at a thread hanging loose from the bottom of his cutoff shorts. His other hand hangs limply in Steve’s grip. He stares at his own wrist with a furrowed brow. 

“Very funny, smartass. I think I might have to call the doc, this isn’t—”

“I don’t need another fucking check-up.”

“Your BPM says you do.”

“Oh excuse me, Nurse Harrington.” 

Steve blows out a breath. “C’mon, man. It could be something serious, don’t you wanna know?”

“I do know. I know that an appointment would be a waste of everyone’s goddamn time.”

“You—” Steve gestures helplessly with his free hand, fingers tuat and curled with frustration. “This isn’t normal, Billy!”

“It’s—”

“No, no, shut the fuck up, just—” Before he can actually think it through he pulls Billy’s hand towards him and holds it to his chest, wrangling him into position while Billy stares at him in blank shock. “This is what a normal heartbeat is supposed to feel like, alright?” 

Billy’s palm is flat against his sternum, a warm weight between his chest and his hands, ragged, bitten down thumbnail catching on the material of Steve’s shirt. Crystal blue eyes bore into him, wide and unblinking. 

He really should have thought this through.

No matter how much he tries to will his heart to stay steady, the longer Billy looks at him the more it trips over itself. The longer he stays, touching Steve’s chest, letting him hold his hand, the more anticipation threads itself around his lungs, taut and hopelessly tangled.

“...Is it?” Billy raises his eyebrows.

“Um.”

He should definitely probably be panicking right now. And he is, a little, except Billy’s sitting so close and he’s not moving away, and the look on his face is curiosity more than anything else. There’s something tickling Steve’s brain that he can’t quite pin down. It’s distracting enough to keep him from hitting solid ground, keep him looking up at least, ignoring the weird, awkward reality that he’s pushed a boundary that he told himself he wouldn’t.

Except Billy isn’t pulling away.

He’s…

Oh, wait.

Wait a second.

“Oh my god.”

Billy blinks at him. “What.”

“Do I make you nervous?”

“What?” 

There’s an unmistakable pink tinge spreading under Billy’s freckles, and Steve grins. “Holy shit, that’s why, isn’t it?”

“Fuck off, Harrington.” There’s no heat to it.

“All this time I was worried about your health and it turns out you just have a crush on me, oh my god.”

“I—”

“Dude, that’s adorable.”

Billy lets out an embarrassed huff, “Shut up.” His gaze drops to his hand, still trapped against Steve’s chest. When he glances back up there’s something tentative about the way he does it. He opens his mouth. A beat passes. He closes it again. 

“The answer is yes,” Steve says gently.

“You…”

“Yeah.”

“Huh.”

“So…do you think you and your heart can handle doing something about this, or—”

Billy’s nails dig in as he lunges forward, crashing his mouth into Steve’s. It’s messy and enthusiastic, as much an oh god finally as a yes I can, Harrington, shut the fuck up. By the time they come up for air Billy is straddling Steve’s thighs, gripping the front of his shirt like his life depends on it. 

And it turns out Billy’s heart is just fine. Especially when he has Steve taking care of it.

~~tag list ppls @growup-thatbeautiful @spreckle 💕💕

#stranger things #harringrove #harringrove ficlet #billy hargrove #steve harrington #a raven's writing desk

[disregardcanon]

just got done watching the 50th anniversary touring production of jesus christ superstar. here are The Thoughts

i've watched either the movie or a different bootleg of jcs during the week of easter for the past 8 years. i LOVE jcs and am very familiar with the material, so this was not a first for me except for seeing it live

i'm not sure if the setup for the staging was unique, but there were 3 big parts: 2 two level bits that were set up towards the back (one that was used almost solely for the instruments) and then in the middle was a very large, elevated cross made of grated metal. it was where the smoke machine bits came through and it had bright lights that hugged the edges.

the way that the cross elevated a bit in the middle of the stage and bisected it was really cool. it let different actors (a lot of the time jesus pre-arrest) elevate themselves over the rest of the scene, and created a pretty clear divide between two different events/sides.

costumes- most of them were what i'd expect from a jcs production, but i was impressed by how lowkey and modern jesus's civilian clothes were (the khaki shorts, the loose white top, the light gray hoodie) and then the way that the leader guy of the I BELIEVE IN YOU AND GOD SO TELLLL ME THAT I'M SAVED! has jesus's exact same outfit but with the colors of the shirt and hoodie swapped. i dunno that worked for me. judas's look, of course, SLAYED in the don't you get me wrong number. sparkling like a star, with his hair all done up in this brilliant and gorgeous updo... *chefs kiss* and then pilot's crown was good and subtle and i love love loved herod and his gang. herod had a big goofy overcoat that gave him a cartoony frame and then he took it off and was in this straight up cabaret bright gold high boots outfit with french revolution aristocracy era face paint and get up. the lackeys had on these striped outfits and harem pants and the like, big circles that surround your head kinda like a dog cone? and at the very end of the number when he's encroaching in on jesus and about to kick him out he kicks the head of every single lackey who's on the ground in a line, like waiting for a beheading? and then it like SPEWS BLOOD along their neckline and the cone. visually appealing, horrifying, and interesting, especially with the french revolution imagery.

they did this really interesting thing with guitars and microphones with the actors. so jesus had a guitar that he carried around with him a lot and peter did too. jesus took it out during emotional moments and the way that they framed the gethsemane number to start with was him just working out his emotions through song? he plays the number himself (and he and peter were playing on pilot's first little number, which is interesting symbolism) and then as he finally builds to a point where he can't keep going he unplugs the guitar from the amp and goes to cry and finish the number with no mic.... just him.

additions on gethsemane- as he was winding up to the FIIINNNNEEEEE I'LLLLLL DIIIIIIEEEEE bit, the lights started flashing from all different directions. in the divine intensity. you will be doing this. you don't have a choice. then jesus, who's mainly performed in a much more.... traditional? style than neeley's jesus finally DOES take it into that piercing, 70s rocker falsetto belt.... and to have that happen right before he finally... does give up. just collapse into a little pile of just him, no more lighting anymore but this single spotlight on this sad, tired little man... the heart. it wrenches. then judas comes in from the Super Secret Suprise Entrance Cross and everything just keeps going.

super funny when we got all the apostles looking between each other when judas and jesus have their fight and judas leaves and then peter strums a cord and restarts" ALWAYS THOUGHT THAT I'D BE AN APOOOOSTTTLLLEEEEEE"

caiphas was, unfortunately, hot.

thinking about the shift of the ensemble so quickly from We Are The Sinful Temple Fuckers to We Are The Ailing of the Earth and how the ailing surround and overwhelm jesus and the way that it just. is visually even more in person

the use of the mics was also interesting. the high priests had mic stands that they always came in with as props and the dancing with them was cool and worked well, and then jesus/judas/mary passed around a mic some, both on the mic stand and without it. and especially when it was on the stand it gave this sense of... presence and importance. a lot of the judas-mary altercations were spent moving the mic back and forth and it was +++++ especially since we saw the microphone taken away from jesus when he was arrested (taking away his power along with his guitar, his ability to express himself). the mic's cord was ALSO used in really interesting ways. the first time it really comes up is when judas is realizing that he's been duped by the narrative and he's been left with the bag... and then he stretches the bright red cord out to its full length as he climbs up to the second story and threads the cord to stage the hanging... with the microphone. the lighting in this scene was great and just UUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHH watching judas send the microphone over the edge and leaving IT hanging as the symbol of judas's death. fucking. fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

the other time that the microphone cord itself comes up is in pilot's last number, when the crowd is getting increasingly YOU HAVE NO CHOICE CRUCIFY HIMCRUCIFY HIM! and pilot's like. uh. how about i beat him? will that satisfy your blood lust? and he fucking wraps his mic cord around jesus's hands and holds him in place with it??? like oh my god. that made me feel some kind of way.

peter brought his guitar back out when he and mary magdalene were singing about how jesus should probably make things stop sucking now, please? then them on the smaller, more cut off scene watching jesus get beaten and sentenced to crucifixion. the powerlessness of that staging

jesus spends most of that number physically on the ground. he falls off the cross to the ground. he's so bloody and broken looking and it was painful.

the way the crowd shifts from being the taunting crowd to the JESUS CHRIST! SUPERSTAR! background singers. but. this staging... it had jesus. out during this number. and the chorus kept on hurting him as they KEPT DEMANDING ANSWERS? just like the way that they made every character who did that a guard (they had different roman emperor heads, it was great) and then. jesus is still there. he is still broken and beaten and Not Yet Crucified. and they're passing him around like emma perkins in inevitable.

(and his horror keeps going on)

something about how they gave judas's actor bright white hands after touching the blood money to contrast against his dark brown skin. something about how in this show he gets both pilot and jesus's symbols of being doomed by fate (pilot's bloody hands, jesus's crown of thorns).

like. they do not crucify this poor motherfucker until after the entire staging of "don't you get me wrrrroooonnnngggggg". and then we have to watch him raised onto the cross and his painful cries and everything. a few murmured notes from the crowd. then it's just a few actors helping to take jesus down off the cross and judas sitting on the edge, looking forlorn and regretful and just. so lost.

and a tattered jesus manages to move to the spot across from him, and sends him a tiny smile. he takes the crown of thorns off his own head and passes it over to judas.

the lights go down and the show is over. judas is forgiven. he's elevated! he's trapped!!!!!!! he and jesus are here together in this story that neither of them can control. they share that knowledge, and then the lights go down.

i am no longer the same. i don't want to be

#jcs #sarah watches jcs #jcs 2024 #jcs meta #jcs 50th anniversary

[freetheshit-outofyou]

Tonight, my 15yo comes up to me and asks if I've ever watched Crimson Tide (1995), I said "Of course it's an outstanding movie." We talked back and forth about the movie and it's implications. In the middle of our talk he stops and kind of, well, he gets a look when something deep is about to come out of his mouth. He asked me how I learned to lead soldiers and what was the one thing I taught them first, the most important thing they needed to remember. I said "Breath, just breath." He was like what? I said you see all those war movies, Band of Bothers, Saving Private Ryan, Full Metal Jacket, We Were Soldiers, The Longest day, The Big Red One and a hundred more you've seen they all get the action part right, for the most part, but they all get the reality wrong. You can teach a person how to close on the enemy and shoot them face to face. You can teach people to deal with a sucking chest wound or a tying off a missing leg, you can drill a 9 line medivac call into them when the whole world around them is coming apart. You can literally teach people to do thing like that so they happen automatically, they will be reacting to a stressful situation before they realize they are doing it, that part is easy. The hard part it teaching those same people, those same soldiers. to keep doing things that the autonomic nervous system normally would do for you, like breath. People who have been in combat or other high stress, life changing events can tell you that in the heat of it, at the crescendo of madness your body reminds you "Hey fucker you've got to breath." And you realize its been like 2 or 3 minutes since your took a breath and you suck in air like you never took a breath before. The very first time I had to shoot at another person I pulled the trigger on the M16A1 and let out a sold 12 round burst. I did it again, and then a short burst of what ever was left. I loaded in a new mag, let the bolt go and pulled the trigger again. As the bolt stopped, my vision was getting those little fly-ways, my heart was beating like a hummingbirds wings and I sucked in a a huge breath because I had forgotten to breath in all the chaos. It was then and there I realized I had to remember to breath becasue my body was tasked out to the point that some of the automated functions were not longer running on automatic. So, I taught my "Joe's" all the military survival skills to make them effective on the battlefield but I also drilled in their heads to breath. FUCK FUCK those rounds just hit right above my head, return fire and breath. Jesus fucking Christ, the gun truck in front of us just turned into a cloud of tin foil and black smoke, breath. I don't know where all this blood is coming from, I can't find a hole or maybe it's all holes I don't know what to do, fucking breath. You doing ok dad, I'll tell you what, you breath when you wife breaths then mama, baby and you will all get though this ok, just breath. He seemed to get it when he said "That's why when I broke my arm you kept telling me to breath.", When mom got in her car crash you kept telling her to breath over the phone when we were headed her way. I may never have all the answers, but I bet I can breath my way through just about anything.

#me #breath #just breath

[spacesistersimp]

Rainy kisses

Steven Grant x GN! reader(Academic/University AU)

Warnings: none really, established friendship, friends to lovers, no mentions of Marc or Jake, a itty bitty amount of academic rivals, oh and keep in mind english is NOT my first language<3

Word count:  953 words, so kinda short <3

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The sky was grey and the air crisp but it wasn’t raining, not even a drop fell down from the sky.

It was early, not later than 8, I grabbed my now cold coffee and my keys and went outside, the morning air filled my lungs and I began my walk towards the bus that should bring me to my university.

Even though it was early I was still late to class, *as always* I thought to myself, got off the bus and saw Steven waiting for me in the entrance hall.

Ah yes Steven. My best friend since…ever I guess?

We were lucky enough to get into the same university and have some classes’ together aswell! Live really couldn’t be better.

I hugged him, he smelled like tea and sleep, a smell I want to dive into and never come out of again. The kind of smell that you’re instantly attracted to, hold up. No. He’s my best friend! Get it together.

I grabbed his hand “Shall we?”

We had history together and afterwards I had my literature class.

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“Do you want to study in the library?” His voice broke the comfortable silence we were in

“Sounds great yea sure!” I smiled and nodded

We walked the short way to the library and found a small comfortable seating area were we sat us down.

“How’s finding a new apartment going?” he smiled at me while I fished out my laptop from my backpack

“Ugh, bad. Can’t find anything that’s close enough and not too expensive.” I rolled my eyes and started my laptop after I got my copy of “Frankenstein” aswell.

“I mean…you could just, you know.” I looked up at him

“Know what?” I think I knew what he was going to say but I wanted to hear it from him.

“Well live with me? You’re already nearly every day over at mine and Gus really likes you, so why not?” He gave me a very Steven like smirk and I started grinning

“Really? That would be amazing!” I started thinking about study and movie nights, about cooking together and sleeping in one bed. Ew what the fck? No stop he’s your friend, and nice enough to give you a room to sleep in! Stop thinking like that!

“I would love to Steven!” I said quickly and started reading in my book, he seemed satisfied with that and started learning aswell.

 The days went by rather quickly, studying, drinking coffee or tea with Steven and everyday bringing some kind of furniture from my place to his.

And as much as I tried to suppress the feelings I had for Steven, I felt like I was burning inside.

Until one evening.

“What grade did you get from Professor. Harrow?” He looked up from his laptop while asking me

We sat on his couch, my legs thrown over his and both with a laptop on our laps.

“Ugh I got 80% sooo that’s a…B?” I threw my head back and closed my eyes while thinking if I did the math correct

“Yea that’s a B, I got 93% but only because I memorised all of the capital cities.” I opened my eyes and starred at him.

It’s not crazy that he got a better grade than I did in a history test, he studies Egyptology for hells sake, but it still felt like a stab in the stomach that he was so much better than I was.

“Damn. I mean that’s great, just disappointed in myself.” I looked down at the laptop again, I didn’t dare looking at him for even a split second.

“What?! No don’t be! 80% is still great and I’m extremely proud of you! Professor. Harrow sucks and I just got lucky.” He took my hand and gave it a squeeze. I nodded and looked up at him.

*Jesus Christ. How can he be so pretty and perfect* I thought to myself. His brown eyes looked at me through his dark curly hair and his hand felt so warm and soft around mine. I looked down at his lips and up again in his eyes.

I moved slightly closer to him on the couch and slowly lifted my right hand up to cup his face. I caressed his cheek with my thumb and didn’t dare to breathe more than a shallow inhale. I forgot everything around us, it was just. Him.

I shouldn’t do this, was my last thought before I did it.

I closed the last few inches between us and slowly put my lips on his. The kiss was slow, careful and I lingered over his lips after he pulled away to take a breath.

A smile formed on both our faces, the laptops and Professor. Harrow long forgotten. The next kiss was stronger, it lasted longer, a kiss full of mutual pining, taste of bittersweet coffee and sleep. This time I pulled away, leaned my forehead against his and turned away to close my and his laptop, I put them to the side and sat up.

He still stared at me, his hair ruffled, his lips formed to a smile and his eyes wide.

“I think…I think I’m in love with you Steven.” I said slowly, as if he would run away if I moved too quickly.

This time he cupped my face, stroking my cheek.

“I think…you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you…and never wish to be parted from you from this day on.”

My eyes went wide and we both started laughing, a laugh full of love.

“Alright Mr. Darcy.” I laugh cried into his shoulder and then kissed him again, and again, and again.

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