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anothermansjeans · 10 months

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idk how you feel about songfics but i’m obsessed w tswift’s dbatc rn and i’m just thinking about spencer reid having a secret relationship that he leaves bc he’s afraid his so will be killed by an unsub but his so is like a local singer and garcias a huge fan and is like omg this song is so beautiful and sad happy ending or angst ending doesn’t matter i just think that song encompasses how i would feel if i loved and lost reid sorry for rambling anywayyy

i am a woman on a mission and ik you just requested this but as soon as i saw it i got immediate inspo

i also have a hotch x reader fic called death by a thousand cuts BUT i had to do this one as well 🫶 also i’m so sorry if it’s shit i’m so tired lmaoooo

I Can’t Pretend It’s Okay When It’s Not

spencer reid x fem!reader

When Penelope gushed about a local musician she absolutely adores playing at the cafe she visits frequently and forced the entirety of the BAU team to tag along, she forgot to mention what Spencer would deem the most important piece of information— her name.

At first, when they walked into the coffee shop already a couple songs in due to the team's later arrival (much to Penelope’s dismay), Spencer wasn’t completely aware of the angelic voice completing beautiful melodies. His main focus being on getting coffee into his system asap, while he was up at the counter, he tuned it out almost completely— again, almost. The moment he heard her speak was a completely different story.

“Um, so this is a new song…” the woman on the small five inch high stage started, “I actually wrote it a couple weeks ago after a very… difficult time in my life… a time I’m still actually going through, but I hope you guys have it in your heart to give it a listen with open minds. This is Death by a Thousand Cuts.”

Spencer slowly walked back over to the team, eyes wide and fixed on the woman he believes is the love of his life. The only problem being he has no right to call her his anymore.

Soft strumming of the guitar began, with low my’s being sung, and he heard a soft gasp come from his left. “Oh, this is gonna hurt,” Penelope said, one hand placed on her chest while the other hugged around her body.

“Saying goodbye is death by a thousand cuts

Flashbacks waking me up

I get drunk, but it's not enough

'Cause the morning comes and you're not my baby

I look through the windows of this love

Even though we boarded them up

Chandelier's still flickering here

'Cause I can't pretend it's ok when it's not

It's death by a thousand cuts”

Not even a minute in and Spencer feels as though he’s been stabbed through the heart. It’s difficult hearing it from her perspective. When he made the decision to end what they had, it was out of protection— it was so that she wouldn’t have to deal with the burdens of his job.

“I dress to kill my time

I take the long way home

I ask the traffic lights if it'll be all right

They say, "I don't know"

And what once was ours is no one's now

I see you everywhere

The only thing we share

Is this small town”

“You said it was a great love

One for the ages

But if the story's over

Why am I still writing pages?”

Spencer thinks back to their love story, back to when it began and the blissful moments, the rendezvous’, and the unasked questions about why they only ever had real dates inside and why no one on the team or anyone with any semblance of importance in Spencer’s life knew of them.

He thinks back to how happy she was, and how she was content with just being with him. How when her eyes lit up the first time he said he loved her, but also the dim the second he ended things.

He thinks about the nightmares he thought were over. How instead of Maeve being the victim it was now her. How if it wasn’t for those nightmares, the onslaught of “what-if’s” wouldn’t plague his mind. How if he had a less dangerous job, a job that didn’t take every ounce of life or happiness out of him, he would and could still be with her.

And as he thinks of these things, he suddenly becomes aware of the blazing eyes that had locked with his, and a tiny gasp is heard from the microphone before she starts playing with more vigor.

“My heart, my hips, my body, my love

Trying to find a part of me that you didn't touch

Gave up on me like I was a bad drug

Now I'm searching for signs in a haunted club

Our songs, our films, united we stand

Our country, guess it was a lawless land

Quiet my fears with the touch of your hand

Paper cut stings from our paper thin plans”

It hurt. So much. And it was clear it wasn’t only him because each word she sang was aimed to puncture him. The tears brimming in her eyes were also evident. To anyone else, her words are curated from past

memories from someone who hurt her, but to Spencer, it was a message. A message that every single part of their relationship was taken into account while writing this song. A message that everything they’ve ever said or done had been tainted with the memory of him leaving her with no explanation.

“My time, my wine, my spirit, my trust

Trying to find a part of me you didn't take up

Gave you too much but it wasn't enough

But I'll be all right, it's just a thousand cuts”

He watches as she screws her eyes shut, and the sharpness of her words becomes duller as she sings on. He knew he fucked up the moment he walked out of her apartment the night he ended it, but he has never regretted it more than now. He misses her. He misses smiles, the laughter, the unconditional love that radiates from her. He would do anything to get that back.

He doesn’t realize he’s standing there, staring at her in awe mixed with sadness until applause is heard throughout the cafe and Penelope lets out a small “so sad and and beautiful,” while wiping under her eyes. He also doesn’t realize that after she announces a small break that he was walking up to her in a daze, the entire team behind him eyes wide with shock.

He also doesn't realize the first words he speaks to her are what they both longed to hear between the two for weeks.

“I miss you so much.”

She’s shocked to say the least. She’s completely speechless to the point where he begins to speak again due to the lack of words on her side.

“I’m an idiot— I’m, I’m so stupid. You’d think with an IQ of 187 I would be able to not make decisions like leaving the one woman I love the most in the world. Y/N, I swear I thought I was keeping you safe because with me and my job, that’s not always a guarantee, but listening to you and what you’re going through, I can’t— I know it wasn’t the right thing to do—”

“Spencer,” she finally cut him off, placing her hand on his arm and shifting her eyes to the people behind him who had been standing with him. “Later, okay? You can tell me everything later when we aren’t surrounded by a bunch of people.” The look in her eyes was genuine, but there was still hurt swimming in them. He wanted to say something, anything to ease it, but before he could open his mouth she grabbed the acoustic guitar and gave him a small smile. “And I miss you too,” she said before walking back up on the small platform and adjusting her mic.

While introducing her next song, Spencer slowly made his way back to the group who were going to ask the inevitable questions, but that didn’t stop the small smile from making its way to his lips, and he thought that maybe, just maybe, they won’t have to pretend to be okay anymore.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #dr spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #anne marie answers

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notetaeker · 1 year

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Goodbye 2022

@peregrination-studies thank u for the tag! I love love planning and reflecting on the year so this was such a fun tag for me to do

What are things you've grown to like this year?

The process honestly. I've always been impatient when it comes to seeing results but over this year I started to appreciate the process of things? I've always been the type to start a project and then work on this project for 3 days until I'm done and by then I'd get so tired of it or be unsatisfied with the result because it doesn't reflect my tireless 3 days worth of work. But nowadays I start projects, put them away, continue it later, and it's been so enjoyable. I take time to fix any small things I would have ignored in the interest of time, start over if necessary. Just you know, processing it slowly. Instead of rushing toward the result, the experience of whatever it is- is the most important. It's still a work in progress but i think this is one of the things that surprised me the most in myself - the fact that I'm even able to do it. Other things I've grown to like: autumn lol and maybe even winter just a teensy bit.

What are things you've learned this year? Oof a lot of things actually. I think I'll make a list from my journal - Every morning I get to decide how to live my life / what I prioritize - Allah will open doors for you from placed you couldn't imagine - But you have to put in some effort and show you're trying - Living is much easier when you accept it instead of fighting it -Surely as the evening comes after a scorching hot day, so too will respite from whatever you're struggling with, it is the law of the world (the mercy of Allah) and all that was only until June asdlkj let me not make this too long lol maybe I'll make a post on stuff I learned this year

What works did you enjoy this year, be it films, books or other art? Books: The Secret Garden, Born a Crime Movies/Anime: Spy x Family, Julie and Julia, Also I watched all the spiderman movies on some random week like a crazy person Other art: sarah burns studio on youtube and her seascape watercolor paintings. They're so simple but also really beautiful

Is there something you're still looking forward to this year? There's only 2 days left! I was looking forward to buying yarn and I got it yesterday, so excited abt that. I'm hoping to go the beach today or tomorrow and see (sea) the ocean so :') excited for that if it happens (its so cold tho who knows). OH ALSO i wanted to bake cookies for my students for the first day of classes back from break and might make those early so that too ! :D

What would you like to see happening next year? SO MUCH omg - 1. Improve my arabic: I enrolled in an Arabic class because I've literally forgotten so many things so excited abt that. I also signed up for some other islamic studies classes b/c there was a discount so hopefully those are fun too! 2. take more notes !!! I keep reading / listening to such good stuff and telling myself I'll write it down when I have more time later and never doing it D: so next year hopefully I fill up a notebook or smth with those 3. Hopefully get comfortable with traveling / visiting places and then do exactly that 4. D: waiting on the result of my interview for a 2023 internship 5. turn some good deed into an unconscious daily practice. Rn I'm thinking sunnah prayers, because I've kind of dropped off from regularly doing them in the last year :( 6. ART. MORE REGULARLY. like i was doing this year :') im pretty pleased with the amt of art i did this year alhamdulillah

Tagging: @wayfaringmuslimah, @gushuwa, @wecandoit, @frenchiepal @humble-boness, @ckmstudies, @juliistudies, @heliops, @museeofmoon, @iwillsurvivecollege, @learnelle, @caffeinatediaries, @caramelcuppaccino

#tagged #skldjfksf did i write too much lol #oh well 😌

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a-certain-romance · 1 year

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Lmao does anyone else brainrot over team dynamics? Ik this is an xreader blog but sometimes I look at my genshin party (Beidou, Bennett, Ningguang & Shenhe) and think ‘damn this has enough potential to write a fic for’ like,

- Bennett constantly apologizing for his bad luck and Beidou always reassuring him because she knows how he feels since she was labeled as being bad luck charm in her past

- Ningguang introducing Shenhe to more modern items and customs from all over Liyue. Being up in the mountains for so long she’d probably get curious about the world around her, to which then Ning would talk about customs from other nations and Beidou would overhear and talk about her travels to them

- Shenhe would be introduced to Beidou’s crew and at first she’d be overwhelmed with the amount of people present but their friendliness makes her feel more at ease. Latest lantern rite has me thinking that some members of the crew would teach her sea shanties when Beidou’s not around

- Shenhe sees Bennett as another nephew

- Benny thinks Ningguang’s job is really cool & he really admires her. (Against the better wishes of her secretaries) she’d invite him to occasionally tag along with her to meetings & events. Doesn’t really believe in his so-called bad luck, and if anything were to happen she’d dismiss the superstition and pay to fix it

- (As a Beiguang/Beigguang shipper) the more time they spend together the more fondness they have for one another. They open up more and are a lot more vulnerable later on. When they’re in a fight against enemies they can count on one another to have their back yet will still have the ability to tease one another. If one of them gets hurt they’ll scold the other but they both know it comes from a place of love

- Shenhe is protective of everyone to a degree

- Anyone so much as raises a voice against Bennett Shenhe has her polarm out, Beidou will need to be held back and Ningguang would use her status against them

- haha

- The entirety of my 2nd spiral party is another story but open-world wise, depending on circumstance, Yae Miko & Raiden will get switched into my current party and that can probably bring about so many more dynamics

- I could probably think of more but I’m tired & I don’t have the brainpower rn to think of any more

Honestly I’d learn how to draw just so I can draw some of these scenarios…but I can’t draw so writing it might be.

#genshin impact #beidou #ningguang #bennett #shenhe #yae miko #raiden shogun #ei #🤡

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lpfreakification · 1 year

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Day 1 of Mall of America

Bcuz I got a lot to talk about, I'll use Tumblr for this :)

It all started at 3 in the morning. We were merrily on our way until my dad saw the check engine light on 😬 We were 25 miles away from home. We were lucky we were still in-state. We also had a bright idea on the spot: our sister ubered back to our house to grab my small blue car while we waited for her return at a 7/11 gas station.

One hour later, we were able to move our things into that tiny car. Surprisingly, it all fit nicely 👌 Next thing I knew, i really knocked out.

I did open my eyes a bit to peek at passing by Wisconsin Dells :) In + out of sleep, the rest I can remember was a "Cheese... Food" sign, rain, silos, + arriving to the area. Finding our hotel entrance, ate breakfast at IHOP right next door. Then, the adventure began.

Of course, the sister + mom take the longest, so I tagged along with my dad to walk around + explore. We watched the rides pass by, seeing other attractions on display, + took pics with a Zebra + a red M&M.

Day 1 Session 1's items:

A vaporeon keychain from Anime Fix

A sticker of Ichigo Kurosaki from Bleach from Anime Fix

A card game called "Dos" from Legacy Toys

Chic-fil-a

3 (yaoi) Manga 😃 from Barnes N Noble

My dad + I were quite beat from 3 hours of being in the Mall of America. Our room was ready at 2:30 but we didn't settle in until 4:22. I knocked out yet again for another hour. Note: I didn't take meds bcuz I needed to tired myself out at this late hour (it's 12:24 am rn).

After we rested up, we explored more of the Mall of America. We went to a 4d ride called "Flyover America". It's pretty much the same ride we went to in Disney's California Adventure called "Soarin'" many, many years ago. Funny how much my mom sceamed in that calm ride 😆

Day 1 Session 2's items

2 new pairs of pants from L.L. Bean

A pink plaid long sleeve button-up shirt from L.L. Bean

2 new Linkin Park shirts X3 (Meteora20 + Breaking The Habit from Hot Topic)

A Boba drink :) from Uni Uni

I gotten some sneak peeks at stores I want to spend more time in tomorrow, such as the Crayola store + Ebisu, a Japanese grocery store X3

Ordered pizza, had a half a beer, went to the pool for a good 45 minutes, showered, finished up my beer, + poof! Now we're here... on my 29th bday! 🤩

Happy Birthday, Perla!

#life

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onepeachymo · 2 years

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kingdom hearts!!!! is 20!!!!!! so i drew an epic swagged out riku

#kingdom hearts #riku #ansem #ansem sod #kingdom hearts 20th anniversary #kh 20th #peachy art #done in mspaint and then edited in sai!#ummmmmmmmmmm yeah idk i love riku #and since its the anniversary decided to draw a scene from kh1 #there are so many things i would fix if i hadnt started drawing this in mspaint but we are so beyond that point rn. im tired of looking at #it. LMAO #also yeah i gave riku gold eyes because i just thought that would be soooooooo epic. and i was right #dont look too closely at the keyblade because. neither did i #riku has tboy swag btw final parting thought #just realized i shouldve tagged this as ansem sod instead of just ansem teehee my bad #me coming back a few hours later like why did i say epic swagged out riku. who says that. i say that but why

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luftballons99 · 3 years

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I have never written in my life...but reading your fics I want to try it myself.. I just don’t know how to start..do you have some advices? 🥺

im really tired rn so i hope this all makes sense but heres some random bits of writing advice (if you can even call it that lol) off the top of my head in no particular order:

- when i have an idea but dont know how to start, sometimes i just launch right into the first thing that comes to mind, just so i have something on the page. first drafts are just to make the thing exist, so dont worry if its rough or even bad. you can always go back and fix stuff later and chances are more ideas will come to you as you write. these things tend to take on a life of their own

- i usually try to write each fic with one central theme in mind and let that inform how i describe things, what words i use, etc. its good to have a clear emotional baseline to set the tone of your work to help make things more cohesive

- for general writing advice, try to limit use of adverbs like "angrily," "sadly," "shakily," "moodily," etc, Especially when it comes to dialogue. a few here and there are fine, but you should try and get to a point where it's obvious just from the words being said/body language/inner monologue/whatever how your character is feeling. at least, those things should be doing most of the heavy lifting. "'Fuck you,' he shouted angrily" is way weaker than something like "'Fuck you,' he roared, slamming his fist on the table,” for example, but again, theres exceptions to this rule too

- if youre thinking about posting fic, try to be concise when it comes to tagging. nobody likes seeing huge walls of text. line breaks in the body of the work itself are really important too for the same reason

- honestly, just write what makes you happy, even if it seems silly or self indulgent. fic Is self indulgent. dont be afraid, just have fun with it

i hope this helps at least a little? im by no means an expert or anything but this is the kinda stuff i think about when i write. getting started is always the hardest part, but its super worth it. good luck and have fun!!

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anon-mythicquest-confessions · 3 years

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okay, I wrote this at 3 in the morning because it would not get out of my brain,, i have not proofread it so get ready for spelling and grammar errors,, basically i wrote an MQ time travel au

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February 7th, 2020. That was what Brad's phone said the date was. Of course, it wasn't real. He brushed it off as some bug or glitch. He would get it fixed later.

Arriving at the Mythic Quest parking lot, Brad noticed some things were off. Firstly, the lack of alcohol and hand sanitizer dispensers. Eh, they probably just took them off. He didn't know why they would do that but apparently they did. Secondly, Poppy's usual parking space was vacant. Brad noticed her car was on the other side of the lot, not the spot next to the elevator. One perk of being creative director was better parking, maybe she just forgot today? (add third later)

Brad parked his car and made his was towards the elevator. He noticed a few small details were out of place. The chipped paint on the side of the wall wasn't there, the small graffiti tag that they keep forgetting to remove wasn't there and the cracked concrete of when David ran his car over it was missing too.

Stepping into the elevator, he made his was up to the main room. As the doors opened, he could feel something was wrong right away. The whole atmosphere was off somehow. Usually, the office would be calm, or as calm as Ian and Poppy would be. But today, the entire office was stressed and working. Not in the usual sense of Ian and Poppy making them do stuff but 'Oh no, something's gonna go down.' kind of thing. What the hell has gotten the office so riled up today?

Brad made his way to the conference room for their meeting, Ian and Poppy were going to show off their half of the expansion.

Then, things got weird.

They weren't taking about Titan's Rift. They were talking about Raven's Banquet. Poppy made her whole speech about the new mechanics and add-ons and Ian reacted to the shovel in the exact same way as before. Was this some sort of elaborate prank? Might as well go along with it.

He tries to remember the conversation in his head and what he said that day, trying to be as accurate as possible. He couldn't believe what he was going along with.

The meeting ends, and Brad goes to his office. Before he goes and opens his computer, he noticed something outside. Jo was... following David? Was she working for him again? No, no that can't be right. She wouldn't work for David genuinely again, she just wouldn't. He went outside, walking towards them to see what was going on.

"Hey, David. Jo." He greeted, lacing his tone with a slight bit of venom.

"Brad!" David exclaimed. "Okay, this is Brad, our Head of Monitzation. He controls all the money that the game makes and spends."

"Sir." Jo said, extending her hand. "Pleasure to meet you."

Okay, what?

Brad silently shook her hand. What the hell were those two playing at?

"Brad can be a bit of a sourpuss sometimes so try not to get in his way." David said.

"Cut the crap, you two." Brad said. He's getting tired of this. "What's going on?"

"Brad, don't be mean to the new employee!" David said.

"Just," Brad sighed. "What is up with everyone today?"

Now it was David's turn to look surprised. "Don't tell me you've forgotten what today is."

"If this is some sort of LARP tournament again, then yes, I've probably forgotten."

"Everlight?" David asked. "That doesn't- Brad, have you literally forgotten what today is?!"

"The expansion?"

"Good, you didn't forget." David said.

"Wait," Jo said. "What's today?"

Brad was about to answer when David cut him off. "The release of Raven's Banquet. Our biggest update yet!"

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forgive me if its ooc, it is very late at night rn and i need to sleep haha

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woah i love it!! there are so many directions it could take! this is such a creative idea omg. if you’ve written more or are planning on writing more, i would love to read it

- mod novie

#✒️ anon #mythic quest #mod novie #time travel au #brad bakshi

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thecampfirestory · 3 years

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I tried searching both logans takeover and logan’s takeover and nothing came up??

yeah i gotta fix that

i think it might not appear bc it has a ' in there maybe??? so i'll look it up later on my computer and tag everything all over again :/ im just lowkey tired rn sorry

#ask

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anarchist-billy · 4 years

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Thigh Fucking, you say? pt.1

At the suggestion of @tracy7307, I’ve put together what I’m sure is not a comprehensive list of fics that feature the highly underrated sex act otherwise referred to as Intercrural.

There’s actually a lot more out there than I expected, so to keep this post from getting excessively long, I’m splitting it into 2 parts.

This first has all of the fics I found under 5k words. Part 2 includes anything above that.

Bottom Steve/Billy connotes whose thighs are being fucked.

dazed and confused by viktorcreed

1.2k - Bottom Steve

Led Zeplin plays softly in the background and Steve hums along absently, his eyes are closed and he looks relaxed and happy. It's fucking annoying is what it is. Billy takes a long slow drag from his cigarette and glares at Steve not that the other could see. They've been doing this kinda shit lately, hanging out after and just listening to music because Steve's parents are never home so there's no rush. They don't talk about anything or even really acknowledge each other, it's nice.

You Know What You're Doing To Me by BeautyInChains

1.5k - Bottom Steve

"Thought you might need a hand," Billy says, voice rough like gravel. "A hand," Steve repeats dumbly as Billy takes a step closer, eyes still fixed on Steve's reflection which is beginning to flush under the attention. "With the beer," Billy clarifies, except for the fact that it doesn't clarify a damn thing; not with the way Billy is looking at him, stepping toward him.

Adult Video Arcade Goodness by BillysHardgrove

2k - Bottom Steve

How about the combo of an adult video arcade and glory holes?

Tumblr prompt that got long enough to be a posted on here

All I Need From You (is all your love) by shocked_into_shame

3.6k - Bottom Billy

Steve and Billy keep trying, far too many times, to have some time alone together. And, God love him, Billy's dog is a bit of a cockblock.

(5 times Steve and Billy try to fuck and fail, and the 1 time they succeed.)

Those American Thighs by tracy7307

1.6k - Bottom Billy

He placed his hands on the tops of Billy’s golden thighs -- spread his fingers apart and rubbed from his knees up, up, until his fingertips dipped under the legs of Billy’s shorts. The hair rasped under his hands. His thighs were still a bit slick from that suntan oil that Billy loved to use and from the sweat of working outdoors on a summer day.

Cream and Red Lace by capainwingdings

1.2k - Bottom Billy

Billy has a special surprise for Steve.

Leave all your stains with me by Confettibites

1.6k - Bottom Billy

Steve has a thing for Billy's thighs.

Lay Your Hands on Me by tracy7307

1.4k - Bottom Steve

It wasn’t as if Billy had never seen Steve’s chest hair before - almost the shape of an hourglass, the base of which stretched between his nipples - he’d seen it every time they showered in gym before they graduated. But this time the urge to touch it was immediate and overwhelming.

For a long time he tried to find the right moment to draw Steve towards him. Tommy shouted that Billy was just being a fucking ball hog, but really, he was just trying. Trying to pull Steve’s defence from conversation to close talk. Then maybe he would be able to jostle back against that chest. Maybe he could touch the skin of his shoulder back against Steve’s hair - feel it rub against his skin.

You've Got Style by red_crate

3.2k - Bottom Steve

“Go ahead,” Steve sneers, “C’mon, tell me about how good it was.”

What the fuck, Billy thinks as he looks down at the tense line of Steve’s back. He backs off a little. When he loosens his grip on Steve’s wrist, the other boy wrenches it free and braces against the hood of the car. He pushes his ass back, rubs it against the front of Billy’s hips.

He asks, “How’d you fuck her? C’mon, tell me. You already started.” Steve’s voice is dark, dangerous, and Billy doesn’t know what to think. Steve plants his elbows on the hood and his back curves with the change. He looks over his shoulder. “Finish.”

Billy changes tactics.

In his flirty voice, he asks, “You wanna hear about it?” Billy repositions the hand in Steve’s hair so he’s gripping the back of his neck. “Does it make you hot?”

Steve pushes into the hold. He hums. “Maybe. But I’m not the only one.” Then he grinds back against Billy again. “Am, I Billy?”

burnt out from the joy ride by Highsmith (quimtessence)

1.5k - Bottom Steve

Steve and Billy go to parties. Everything else is inevitable.

(Written for HarringrovePornathon Day 4! Only a tad late.)

And In The Light of Day by sarahstarkiller

3.6k - Bottom Billy

“Speaking of idiots… when can I see you again?” “You’re seeing me right now, aren’t you?”

Short Skirt, Shorter Temper by wingedbears

3.6k - Bottom Billy

Steve Harrington is absolutely not attracted to Billy Hargrove.

It’s just a fact. He’s not.

Sure, Billy is objectively pretty, with his long, dark eyelashes, his weirdly full and pink mouth, and insanely thick thighs. Objectively.

There's One Bed, Baby by XxmerthurcatxX

4k - Bottom Steve

When Max suggested that Billy and Steve carpool back to Hawkins from California, Steve didn't know what to expect. He definitely hadn't expected the two of them to wind up sharing a bed for the night.

Egg You On by mrharringtons

1.8k - Bottom Billy

“Piss off!” he yells, but it comes out a sad whine.

The knob turns and the door swings wide. Steve has to step back to avoid being hit.

He sighs, because it’s just his luck. “Tonight’s really my fucking night, isn’t it?”

Billy Hargrove sweeps blue eyes over him, head to toe. He closes the door behind him.

“What the hell happened to you?”

Massage by mrharringtons

2.7k - Bottom Billy

Steve gives Billy a massage after practice. -

“This feel that good, huh?”

Billy swears. “H-Harrington. Get the hell off me.”

You Get Too Close by trashcangimmick

2.2k - Bottom Steve

Steve sits at the back of the bus on the way to a basketball match in Gary. Billy Hargrove sits right across from him.

(i will try to tag authors later. i don’t know everyone’s tumblr handles, and tumblr gives me a lot of grief when i try to tag people anyway, which i’m too tired to deal with rn, so i apologize)

#harringrove #harringrove fic rec #lemon

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thecipherlegacy · 3 years

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WIP whenever! Tagged by the lovely @sleepswithvillains

No pressure tags @catbrak-daycare @actualanxiousswampwitch and anyone else who wants to do it! Im falling asleep rn so names aren't coming to me easily lol

I was going to show more of what I have for mavashas story but I feel like it's not quite where I want it to be, WIP or not ^^;; so instead, have a little Nova/Talen one shot ive been working on!

Tw blood and wound mention

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Nova stepped onto his ship with a heavy sigh. He had finally finished his undercover mission in a Republic Tatooine cantina, and he had to admit, he was ready for a long vacation.

"Nova!" He was greeted by his significant other shrieking his name in joy. He couldn't even fake a smile to him, he was too tired. How the hell was a Sith Lord this peppy?

After Nova gave a half hearted wave back at him, the rattataki gasped and rushed to his side. "What on earth happened to you? Is this your blood?" He asked.

"Yes, love, but can we discuss this later? I need some sleep and some quiet." Nova pleaded, but his lover wasn't having it. He was already prying armor off the pureblood agent and calling for Vector to bring the medical supplies. "Talen, please!" The red skinned man protested as his shirt was pulled over his head.

"By the Emperor…" Talen whimpered as he worried over the other males wounds. "Who did this to you?" The question was full of concern, but also anger.

"A dead man." Was the simple answer "Tay… I'm tired, please just let me rest.. this day has been awful"

Before Talen told him "no", Vector arrived on the scene with the medical bag. "Agent. You look terrible." He said with his voice also laced with worry. "We overheard you demanding rest, but we request you get fixed up first. You may get a serious infection otherwise."

The agent frowned as his boyfriend and the man he had started to call a brother gave him those eyes. He groaned "Fine. Let's go to the medical bay and I'll let you fix me up."

Talen gave him a smile and helped get him to the medical bay. He was sat down on the table as Vector doused a rag in water and prepared alcohol and antibiotic ointment. "Thank you, Vector. I'll take it from here" Talen insisted.

"Certainly. Please keep us updated." He asked before leaving the two alone. Once he was gone the rag was picked up and gently smoothed over the other man's bloodied chest.

"What happened during that op, love? You were just surveying a party. How did it go this wrong?" Talen finally asked him as the rag cleaned up a large scratch across his chest.

"My cover was blown by an SIS operative. He got a tip from some anonymous source. It's something I have to look into tomorrow. I cannot have that happen again" his voice was stern, he was still in work mode.

Talen sighed as he got to another cluster of wounds. The enemy must have used a knife to give scratches like this. "Relax please, my ruby." He pleaded."you're safe, you're home" he used his free hand to pet Nova's cheek "You're with me."

Nova couldn't help but lean into that gentle hand. He was so tired and he still wasn't finished working. The day had been compromised and he wanted nothing more than to sleep and enjoy some quiet cuddle time with Talen. He could hear as Talen continued his insistent chatter, but it started to get drown out as he felt his head grow heavy. He didn't even notice when he started to fall asleep, slumping forward against his lover.

#mox's ocs #my ocs #mox writes #wip whenever #oc: nova #oc: talen #sith inquisitor/imperial agent #swtor shipping #vector hyllus mention #poor Nova is overworked #swtor oc

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jasontoddiefor · 4 years

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Hello! I was reading the « fic rec » question and i would be reeeeaaaallly glad to have a look at what you liked! Anything Anakin-related, and preferably AU or fix it (the nile ain’t just a river yada yada...) Thaaaaaanks

Anakin fix-its? You’ve come to the right place. These are all the stories in my bookmarks tagged as “fix it”! There are more but I do not have the patience to search for all of them rn. Not all of these are as Jedi positive as I like my fanfic, but they’re all 10/10 reads regardless.

Title: The Giver Summary: Anakin had pretty much adjusted to life at the Jedi temple. He went to class, he trained with his master, and he had begun to have strange dreams. A friendly figure would meet him at night when he closed his eyes and went to sleep. As they build up their friendship, Anakin begins to slowly confide in them, telling him about his worries, hopes, and dreams. They offer guidance and wisdom, watching Anakin grow to be a Jedi Knight, and trying to figure out where everything went wrong. Sometimes, the answers that you're looking for aren't ahead of you, they're behind. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/22790647

Title: If you could love the flame Summary: And Anakin knows suddenly and irrevocably that they will always be this: his two royals, his two diplomats, his two myths come to life Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/25100827

Title: Sabbatical Summary: Anakin decides to leave the Jedi as a child, and Obi-Wan goes with him. When Palpatine sends Dooku to find them, things don't go as planned. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/22801789

Title: where the light won’t find you Summary: Or maybe Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Ahsoka do turn to the Dark Side after Mortis. And maybe they accidentally save the galaxy anyways? (But that doesn't mean they still don't cause a headache for the rest of the galaxy.) Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24460300

Title: Family is more than Blood Summary:Two souls go into a sandstorm to change their fates. They find each other instead.Or the slightly cracky AU where a bounty hunter is the one that gives the Chosen One a proper family. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/24469039

Title: Twin Sons Summary: “He…” Anakin took a breath, trying to force his heart to stop hammering into his ribs, and he looked back at the man kneeling behind him, trying to apologize with his eyes, “he’s like me, sir. He’s like me, he’s a slave! His Master made him do this, his Master caused him…don’t hurt him. Not when we have him here, not when…not when we can free him.” - On Slavery, Freedom, and bringing Balance to the Force. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/24449365

Title: Aay’han Summary: Obi-Wan Kenobi sees what the Jedi Temple is doing to his Padawan, and he acts.This affects the galaxy in ways he never could have imagined. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/24280987

Title: if only i knew Summary:Newly knighted Obi-Wan Kenobi and his padawan, Anakin Skywalker, have been sent to Ryloth on a simple diplomatic envoy. While there, an unsettling incident causes Obi-Wan to look at Anakin in a new light and re-evaluate...everything.The Galaxy will never be the same.aka: "come for the obikin, stay for the tzai and deep emotional discussions that dismantle every single misunderstanding in the prequels." Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/24353887

Title: Ib'tuur Jatne Tuur Ash'ad Kyr'amur Summary: No one knows what the Council is hiding, but the effects ripple throughout the galaxy. Anakin knows he is loved. Former slaves are freed. A long-lost Master and his Padawan are returned to the Temple. No one understands how Obi-Wan Kenobi does these things, but they are grateful for it anyway. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/23581780

Coruscanti Regency The thing is, when Anakin figures it out, is that it all obviously has been there, if he’d only cared to look for it.And, admittedly, he is angry. Mostly at himself, which isn’t something that happens very often, so it’s an especially harrowing realization.All these years, he thinks, I’ve been so blind. I was so busy ignoring everything I didn’t want to think about and blaming everyone else for things not under their control that I didn’t stop to look at the bigger picture.He sighs and leans back in his chair to gaze at the ceiling.If only, he laments, true remorse coloring his thoughts, I had started watching period holodramas earlier.OR, how Plo Koon watching and subsequently introducing Ahsoka to Star Wars’ version of Downton Abbey changes Anakin's life path like nothing else could.

Reading Into Things When Ahsoka first meets the Supreme Chancellor, she gets a sense of his less than wholesome interest in her Master. Her intuition will go a long way.

Simple Steps Galaxy changing events don't just suddenly occur. They are the result of a series of small steps.

like someone bereft and lied to Anakin has a weird feeling in his stomach as he walks away from the Chancellor’s office.Who would have thought that Chancellor Palpatine would be a student of the Sith? Only to know how to keep the Republic safe from them, of course. All those priceless artifacts and holocrons that he’s collected to keep safe, hidden in his private rooms.It’s a good thing that he isn’t Force-sensitive, Anakin thinks with a small laugh, because the energy coming from all those things would have driven the poor man mad in a day. He only spent maybe twenty minutes in the room, just long enough to look at the piece the Chancellor thought might be of use to him, and his head was still spinning.

Deliver Us Jango Fett cannot save all his clones, but he can save five. He can save five, if he's willing to entrust them to the Jedi. Not just any Jedi, though. One who has already defied their Code for a child. One who knows Mandalorian culture. It is worth it, to save five innocent lives. He had no way of knowing it would change the galaxy and throw the proverbial spanner in one Sith Lord's plans.

we are all just trying to be holy There was something warm and gentle in Depa’s voice, the way there always was, the way that was starting to sound like home to Anakin, though it would be awhile now before he recognized it. “Let me tell you a secret, my young Padawan: every Jedi has attachments.” He blinked up at her, eyes wide and confused. “Even Master Windu?” She laughed, nodding. “Even Master Windu.” -- An AU where Depa Billaba takes Anakin Skywalker as her Padawan, Obi Wan Kenobi interferes just a little bit, and Mace Windu is very, very tired.

The Price of a Name Anakin isn't quite sure how to deal with the clones he now commands, especially given that they refuse any attempts to individualize themselves. The quest to help the clones is going to go further than Anakin ever imagined.

Pebble in a River He woke up. And everything changed, but of course, that's what life does. It changes. There are so many options, so many things that seem right. And yet each of those things also feels wrong. Failure isn't an option, not again. But there is no outline for success, and he's hardly the only one in the game. He's tired, and exhausted, and so very lonely. But force help him, he's going to save as many people as he can. Really, Force, he needs the help.

Entirely of the Light With Palpatine unveiled as Sidious, Anakin manages to defeat him but ends up severely injured. As he recovers, Obi-Wan finds himself helping Padmé raise her and Anakin's children while he struggles with his feelings for both Anakin and Padmé.

Aggressive Negotiations Everything about Skywalker was unorthodox. Even his parenting skills. A war meeting was the last place Rex expected to find a pair of toddlers, but there they were. But Rex is an officer, and a professional, and he will absolutely hold a child's hand if they ask. He's not a monster.

I had a vision! Mace Windu gets thrown back in time right to the point where Anakin is first presented to the Council. He remembers the horrors of the Clone Wars and he will do everything to change the oncoming future. "I had a vision" is becoming his most used phrase, he earns himself a Padawan with a penchant for trouble and Qui-Gon lives. All is going well, isn't it? No, there's still a republic to save, an army to deal with and most certainly a timeline to unfuck. Based on the tumblr posts by suzukiblu.

The Same Hope You will come to me sooner or later, Chosen One.Maybe once, when he was in the middle of a war that seemed like it would never end, a secret relationship dividing him between two of the people he loved most, juggling the guilt of failing his padawan. Maybe the Anakin back then had felt beholden to destiny, had had no choices, had felt like he would never have any choices.But the Anakin of now is a different person, because of his choices.He chose to leave the Order. He chose a new start.He chose acceptance, and understanding, and sometimes even forgiveness.He chose Obi-Wan. Always Obi-Wan.[[ The story of how we got here and everything that happens after. ]]

A Mind Always Free "Observe. Learn what you can. Keep everything secret. Don't be emotionless, but don't allow your emotions to show. And most importantly, take what you can get when you can get it, but let it go when it is taken away from you," Shmi Skywalker said softly, caressing the face of her son.(Anakin remembers what's like to be a slave and the Galaxy is better for it.)

Home Time travel fix-it story with a bit of a twist. After his death, Obi-Wan wakes up on Tatooine, in the body of his padawan self. But instead of trying to prevent Anakin from Falling, he decides to change the future by stopping Qui-Gon from ever meeting the little Ani. If Anakin lives like a civilian, away from the Temple and Palpatine, the world will be a better place... right?A story in which Obi-Wan learns that Anakin Skywalker will always be his home--and his ultimate weakness--regardless of his attempts to do the right thing and stay away.

You Shall Become (Me) The Guardian of the Sith Temple doesn’t particularly care for the new breed of Sith, for all that they’ve been around for 1,000 years. But they’re the only Sith the Guardian knows about. Until one day…Alternately, "How to accidentally join the Sith without really trying."

Elements The words “Yes, Master,” come out of Anakin’s mouth so naturally that Obi-Wan suspects they were his first words. The realization comes to him so suddenly: his Padawan still has the mindset of a slave. When he decides to fix that, everything changes.

The Chosen Anakin is found by Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan when he's a newborn. It changes things.

The Sun and the Ocean Five things that happened when the twins were born early.hint: threesomes happen and assholes die.

A Time For A Yes, a Time For A Hell No The Council comes to him with a stupid, asinine plan that will only work if Anakin is in on it. Only to tell them that Anakin isn't going to be in on it.That's the moment Obi-wan decides he's had enough.[Prequel to my story "Go on, Go! Walk out that door" or 'The Scene' that started it all]

Magic Blankets C-3PO accidentally saves the galaxy by teaching a young Ani Skywalker how to crochet.Or in which the power of love and crafts solve a lot of problems and the Jedi Creche is about two inches away from kidnapping Anakin at any given moment.

#star wars #anakin skywalker #fanfic recs #ask #anon

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snarkwriteswrasslin · 4 years

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summer sizzle | morning, kevin owens [m]

[ prompts used ]

** as stated before, all of these came from some pretty amazing lists I found floating around online. I’ll have to actually sit down at some point and find them all but... for now, credits to anyone who recognizes anything from this prompt as one they may have thought up. The direction I took all of them combined, the unnamed OFC are mine though. **

Only one bed. Oh no! +“There’s only one blanket and two of us-looks like you’ll need to cuddle up closer then.” + morning wood + sex dreams/wet dreams + “Well good morning to you too.” + “I can make you cum harder than that.” + loud sex + “Were you dreaming about me?”-

[ authors notes ]

THIS WAS EASY BUT ALSO NOT. I started this like... last week at some point, but I kept getting stuck, going back to edit or change things and for a few days, I just ignored this one, even though of all the ones I have going rn, it’s the CLOSEST one of my wrestling writing prompt things to actually being finished. BUT. BUT.. It’s done now and honestly, I’m lowkey proud of it, even though I know it’s about to flop most likely. ie pls, I beg of ya’ll don’t let this flop.

[ warnings ]

18+ only. All children get yourselves out of here now. I mean this. There’s morning sex, brief mentions of body fluids and of course, bites / marking. Other than that, this one is surprisingly cute and fluffy.

[ pairing ]

kevin owens x best friend!ofc, one hotel room & one bed trope.

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morning ft Kevin Owens + OFC

“We only have one more room.”

“Is it at least a double?” I questioned, biting my lip. The scent of Kevin’s cologne mixed with sweat was enough to call to memory just how fucking angry he got at Seth for no apparent reason back at the arena and I found myself getting wound up all over again… Thighs all drippy and slipping right off of each other. If this room wasn’t a double, it was going to be one long fucking night..

“Holy fuck, we’ll fucking take it. I just need to be out of that SUV. I’m exhausted.” Kevin grumbled sleepily from beside me. He rubbed his face - probably to keep his eyes from closing on their own.

“Okay, we’ll take it.” I plastered on my best tired smile and dug around, finding my ID and passing it through to the night clerk on the other side of the desk. Kevin did the same, moving to stand closer and pressing up against me as he passed his ID through. I just barely caught myself before I whimpered.

For a second, I could almost swear he heard the sound. But he was back to business as usual, breaking my gaze to take his identification back from the clerk, then tucking it away in his wallet. His other hand lingered at my hip and I gulped, keeping my eyes trained on the television set behind the front desk. The news was playing. It wasn’t interesting by any stretch of the imagination, but it did keep me from locking eyes with my best friend Kevin and having him read me like a book at that point in time.

Because I’m at least 99 percent certain that Kevin does not feel the slightest bit attracted to me. And the last thing I want to do is make everything between us awkward as hell. Which trust me, it would be.

He fell in step beside me as we walked down the carpet covered hallway in search of an elevator. The silence was heavy, almost tension filled to a point where I was having a hard time keeping myself together. Kevin spoke up, shattering the silence as we stopped at the door to the elevator and I leaned forward, pressing the up button. His chest brushed my back and I could feel the warmth of his breath next to my ear. “Did you whimper?”

“Huh? No. I might have yawned just now.” I said it quick. A little too quickly. If the look on Kevin’s face was anything to go by, he didn’t believe it. He shook his head and pressed against my back a little more. “No not just now. Down in the lobby. Because see..” he took a shaky breath, it was enough to give me pause for a split second. Was he just a little nervous right now?

He couldn’t be. Kevin Owens just doesn’t do nervous. He simply does not. I pushed the thought out of my mind and he promptly continued, a smirk creeping to play at his lips slow and easy as his eyes fixed on mine in the reflection of the metal doors we stood in front of.

“I could’ve sworn I heard you whimper, doll.”

The tone of his voice was enough to push me over that fine line between just a little wet to my thighs becoming a dripping and slippery mess. He chuckled quietly and I did my best not to tense up, to continue to at least try behaving as if absolutely nothing was going on.

Fuck me, I’m going to need new panties as soon as we get to this hotel room.

“ Nope, it wasn’t me.” - and saved by the bell, literally. The elevators slid open with a slow lingering creak as the bell dinged quietly. I stepped on and leaned against the wall, almost dangerously close to Kevin’s side and he sort of leaned himself against me yawning and swearing about the drive in and the snowstorm that blew in so heavy we had to stop in the first place and all I could do was try to focus on literally anything but the way his voice drops and gets so fucking deep when he’s half asleep.

How I wonder if he sounds like that in bed.

It was a can of worms I could not afford to open, not on this night.

The few minutes it took for the elevator to reach our floor felt like honest to god hours, the time passing lazily as both of us kept quiet and scrolled through our phones like we’d normally do. That tension though, that tension was building and about to reach a boiling point. I almost couldn’t breathe. And I was practically throbbing each time I could feel his breath against my ear while he leaned casually against me. The elevator finally slowed and then stopped and after picking up my things, I started to slink towards the door.

I could feel his eyes fix on me the exact moment they did. I bit my lip and took a deep breath pausing just outside the elevator doors as he took his time walking out, his bag slung almost carelessly over his shoulder. He gave me a smirk and I just barely managed not whimpering, smirking right back at him. I nodded to the hallway ahead. “Are we going? The sooner we get to our room, Kev.. The sooner we can get to sleep.”

“The sooner you can get warm.” Kevin remarked, his gaze fixing on me. I realized then that I was shivering and cold, no thanks to every single layer of my clothing being drenched by melted snow.

“Yeah… Definitely.” I admit, I got more than a little distracted by the mere thought of a warm shower. And then my mind just didn’t stop.. I was thinking about those thick and rough hands all over my bare skin and I got the most intense shiver I’d probably ever gotten in my entire life racing through my body. I tripped on the carpet a little and grumbled to myself, Kevin reaching out, holding me steady as he stared down at me a few seconds without saying anything. Then he chuckled, shaking his head as he muttered something I couldn’t quite make out.

We stopped at the door to our hotel room and he slid the keycard through the reader. The light changed to green and he kicked at the door to open it, stepping inside… where the cold air promptly hit us full blast.

“Shit. Fuck.” My eyes settled on the bed situation, taking it in as I tried not to choke on my own tongue. I just thought the night was going to be a long one. The fact that there was only one bed in the room just proved that not only was it going to be a long night for me, but probably, a sleepless one. And not in the way I wished it would be, either. I shivered at both the chill in the air and the realization that I was going to have to share a room with him and somehow, I was going to have to act as if I didn’t want him so bad I could taste it.

“The heat’s turned on but all I feel comin out is cold air. Fuckin heater must be broken.” Kevin mused as he turned his attention away from the heater that ran the length of the wall and followed my gaze.

To the one bed in the room. He coughed, staring at it intently, an almost amused gleam in his eyes as he did so.

Shit. Tonight really will be a long night. I pushed the thought out as I fixed my gaze on him. “You take the bed. I’m shorter, I can cram myself on that couch.”

“How about no, doll. I’ll make the couch work if anybody does.” Kevin insisted, gazing at me firmly. I swallowed hard when he made his next suggestion.

“Or.. wild idea here. We’re both adults. We could share the bed. For warmth.” Kevin said it so calmly. So calmly that before I even realized it, I was nodding my head in agreement… without even really stopping to consider the fact that lately, I’ve been having some very vivid and very loud, wet dreams about the man. I think it sank in what I’d agreed to about three seconds later and from the second it did, cue internal panic.

“I’m gonna go shower and try to warm up… unless you wanted to go first?” I turned back around to face Kevin and found myself body to body with him. My bright red panties fell onto the carpeted floor, catching his eye. He bit his lip and leaned down, picking them up and holding them out to me a smirk playing at his lips as his eyes met mine. “You dropped something, doll.”

“Y-yeah. I noticed.” I could feel my thighs slip off of each other. The fact that my panties were getting wetter and wetter by the second did nothing to help the fact that I was also soaked and freezing from the snowstorm we’d walked through to come into the building.

If I didn’t know any better… I’d almost be willing to swear that he’s teasing me right now. And that he’s enjoying every fucking second. But that’s nonsense. We’re just friends. I’m overthinking things, overanalyzing every little minute action made right now because I’m exhausted and I know this is going to be a long -read, sexually frustrating, night for me.

That has to be it.

On shaky legs, I hurried into the bathroom, shutting it behind me with a soft thud. I scrambled to tear off the cold,wet clothing and I turned on the faucet with the hot water on full blast. Given the situation I’m in, I probably should be taking a cold shower but… I’m freezing and I wanna boil.

I heard the tv turn on, it sounded like the last bits of a hockey game, and I smiled to myself, gathering my bath products and lowering myself into the tub.As the hot water made contact with my cool skin, I let out a soft hiss, my eyes fluttering shut as I relaxed against the back of the tub. I could’ve easily fallen asleep if it weren’t for the fact that my magpie brain didn’t choose to go back to the whole moment between us just before I got in here and hyper-focus on that… Take it further. Make my imagination really start to go wild.

Just as I was starting to let my hands wander over my own body, softly, squeezing my tits together and gently playing with my nipples, my hips arching a little beneath the water, the door practically flew open.

When I tell you I have never moved my hands away from my body so fast in my entire life… I glanced up, locking eyes with Kevin who was a little red in the face.. He wasn’t really bothering to cover his eyes either.. Then again, to be fair, I wasn’t exactly making an effort to hide my bare ass naked self from his gaze either and any bubbles I did have in the water originally had long since disappeared, so..

“You got a little shampoo, doll.” Kevin was sitting next to the tub, one of those big and rough hands gingerly covering my eyes while he took a cup that he’d grabbed from the counter and rinsed out the shampoo. I swallowed hard but I managed to get in a hint of teasing in the form of the remark “At least I’m not shitfaced like New Years, huh?”

He chuckled quietly, and I glanced up after he moved his hand, noticing that he seemed to be in deep thought. “Everything okay?”

“Totally, doll.” Kevin finally answered, reaching down and taking the wash cloth I’d been about to use on my body from where I’d abandoned it in the favor of a little hands on exploration earlier. He reached across me, grabbing my bodywash. After he got the washcloth all soapy, he bit his lip and half-teased, “If I don’t help ya, you might try to stay in here all damn night and I wanna shower too.”

But there was something in his eyes that had me biting back a whimper. Had me getting wet all over again and god help me, squirming just a little in the tub. He gave a quiet chuckle and leaned in just slightly, his mouth brushing carefully against the shell of my ear. “Lean up a little. I’ll get your back.”

“O-okay.” I managed to stammer. If Kevin had one tenth of a clue just how close I was to grabbing hold of the front of his black tee shirt and pulling his mouth against mine right now, I found myself thinking, he’d probably laugh. He shattered the heavy silence hanging in the air around us when he bit his lip and sat the washcloth down, pressing the back of his hand to my forehead, tilting his head to one side slightly as if he were puzzling something out and then finally asking me with a barely hidden smirk, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” I answered, biting my lip and barely managing to keep a whimper at bay when I felt the washcloth making it’s way up and down my back. I know he had to have felt me when I shivered at his touch, there was absolutely no way in hell I could hide that in time.

“You looked like you were in a daze.” Kevin stated. I swear I almost responded with exactly what was on my mind, just so he wouldn’t keep pushing. I almost did. Luckily, common sense prevailed.

I sighed as the warmth of the water hit my body, rinsing away soapy bubbles and with a laugh, I nodded to the towel nearby. “The bath is all yours.” and for a moment, my eyes lingered on his and I licked my lips slowly, taking a gulp as I prepared myself to stand and step out of the tub.

I know what you’re thinking… you’ve obviously seen each other naked before if you’re best friends… And you’d be right, but… Tonight is the first time I’ve shared a hotel room with Kevin Owens since I came to the realization that I was in love with him.

And lately, with my realization, things may or may not have become a little… tense. Awkward. Because my extreme clumsiness really shines through. Two times I’ve fallen in his lap on a flight when trying to sit. Just his breath against my neck if he walks up behind me and whispers something into my ears is enough to send my thighs slipping right off of each other.

And I have to share a hotel room with him… and behave as if nothing is different… all fucking night.

I rose up from the warm water, biting my lip as I reached for the towel dangling from his fingertips. My eyes were locked firmly on his. He stepped closer, making sure the towel actually made it into my hand because in my distracted daze, I’d misjudged where his hand was exactly and it nearly hit the floor.

If I didn’t know better, I found myself thinking all over again, I’d almost swear he was flirting with me right now. Between my lack of sleep and trying to keep it together as of late, I wanted to say I was at least halfway sure he might be flirting with me, but honestly, I didn’t want to get my hopes up and then make a move and discover that he wasn’t.

I wrapped the fluffy white oversized towel around me and for a second or two, neither of us really… Moved. We were standing there, both of us in a bit of a daze. I swallowed hard, tilting my head slightly, looking up at Kevin. “Are you okay?” I asked after a second or two in which for some reason or another I couldn’t hear anything but blood rushing to my ears as my heart hammered away in my chest.

“Yeah.” he muttered the word quietly, almost thoughtfully. My heart kicked up it’s racing a little as I felt his hand settle gingerly against my hip and he started to move closer. My breath really caught in my throat when I realized that I was moving closer too.

Neither of us were stepping back. My breath was getting shakier with each second that passed and with that came the realization that it was getting harder and harder not to raise my leg to his hip, put my hand on the back of his neck and pull his mouth against mine.

I even found myself toying with what harm exactly that might cause. Could it really be so bad? And he was stepping closer to me too.. Right off the bat, I shoved that line of reasoning out of my head as quickly as possible.

His hand settled softly across my lower back and I blinked a little, dazed. His mouth was moving in closer, about to close the distance between us. The knock on the door from room service Kevin ordered had us both breaking out of our dazes and springing apart. I could feel the heat rise to my cheeks and I bit the insides gently, trying to calm myself as Kevin hurried out of the bathroom and to the door of our hotel room to pick up whatever he’d gotten room service to send up.

By the time he was done doing that, I’d managed to get dressed and I was flopped on the bed, flipping through the tv set. Kevin flopped down beside me and for a good five minutes or so, neither of us said anything.

We both wanted to though, that much was evident in the thick and heavy tension filling the air around us. I almost said something about ten times, but I managed to keep my biggest question internal.

Because every part of me wanted to ask if he’d been about to kiss me.

We ate in silence, some stupid Hallmark Christmas movie I’d stopped on playing mostly for background. Kevin went to get himself a shower and I took a deep breath as I stood, staring down the bed intently.

,, you can do this. It’s just sharing a bed with your best friend, like all the other times..” was what I tried telling myself as I pulled back the covers, sinking into the soft bed. I’d just gotten as comfortable as I could given the arrangement, when Kevin came back out and settled into bed.

“It’s freezing in here.” I complained quietly. Kevin rolled onto his side and bit his lip, staring at me a second or two before nodding to the space right next to him. “Well, there is only one blanket… And two of us. Body heat means warmth, doll.” he pointed out calmly. After a good second or two of convincing myself that despite knowing this couldn’t be a good idea and it was only going to end in awkwardness in the morning, I moved closer. His arm settled over me and I burrowed down into the cover, getting as close to him as I could possibly get.

I must have been out in seconds, because I don’t remember anything else after that. And that thing I’d been dreading might happen? Oh.. It happened.

-- NEXT MORNING

“Oh… mmm… like that, Kevin.”

I could feel thick fingertips dancing over my bare thighs as I started to wake up. My ass was pressed right against him and I could feel obvious evidence of morning wood when I brushed against him just a little, wiggling around. The sun was shining in through the slit in the curtains and as soon as it hit me what I’d been dreaming about and what exactly I was still doing because of it upon awakening, I wanted the floor to open and swallow me whole.

But before I got the chance to slip out of bed and into the bathroom to get dressed for the remainder of our drive today, Kevin’s mouth was against the shell of my ear as he leaned over me, staring down in a daze.

“You got pretty loud.” Kevin muttered, stifling a yawn. I felt my stomach starting to churn and my mouth opened and closed a time or two. He smirked down at me almost playfully and I swallowed hard. “I did, huh? I’m sorry, I…”

Kevin leaned in closer, his mouth just barely brushing against mine as he asked me, “Were you dreaming about me, doll?”

“Kevin, I…”

“Just answer my question.” his tone was firmer. I won’t even get into just how soaking wet the sound of it had me getting in little under a second, but yeah… He was still leaned in, staring me down expectantly.

“Fuck it.” he chuckled quietly, his mouth closing the distance, my mouth falling open easily to allow his tongue access. My eyes popped open and the shock started to wear off just as I was starting to feel light-headed. I started to deepen the kiss even more despite not being able to breathe, rolling completely on my back so that I wound up beneath him. One of my hands raised, trailing lazily over his scalp and he gave a quiet growl as his teeth scraped against my lips, tugging. I could feel my mouth swelling at the impact of the kiss but I didn’t care.

The kiss broke and we pulled away reluctantly, staring at each other all wide eyed.

“What… Why..” I stammered. Kevin chuckled, his hand trailing over my sides as he pressed into me just a little more and shook his head. He continued to stare down at me and chuckle as if my startled state really amused him and I managed a pout.

Finally, he broke the silence between us. “Do you not get it? I want you. Have for a while now, just never said anything because I also like keeping the few friends I do have.” he explained quietly, his eyes locking on mine as his hand lowered, moving from my hip to my thigh, rubbing his fingers over bare skin lightly.

I let it sink in as my heart started to pound a little and that little sliver of hope I held out before grew into a fucking inferno. After a second or two, I raised my hand, letting it catch and come to a stop against the side of his neck and jaw. My legs spread, putting his body between them, a knee resting at either side of his body. He leaned down, licking his lips, a smirk playing at his lips. “You still didn’t answer me.”

“What do you think, Kevin? Was I dreaming about you?” I asked the question quietly, my breath catching in my throat as I managed to rub against him just a little bit. I heard his breath when it caught in his throat and when he grabbed my hips, rubbing me against him two or three more times while lowering his head to mumble against the shell of my ear, “Well, good morning to you too.” in that husky tone, I felt a shiver go through my body and I rose up a little, nipping at his lips, catching him just before he could pull his mouth away from my face. “What exactly was I saying?” I finally managed to ask the question sheepishly.

All Kevin did was chuckle as his hands worked up and down my body. My legs squeezed his hips, making him stop staring at my tits to look up and meet my gaze. He shrugged. “Let’s just say I bet I can make you cum harder in reality than I did in your dream.”

I really felt my face burn hot when he said it, I realized just how intense my dream the night before must have been. My eyes locked on his and I barely managed to whimper out the words Challenge accepted than he was already tugging at the bottom of the oversized shirt I slept in upwards, tossing it once it was off my body. It settled on the nightstand. I tugged his shirt off, tossing that onto the floor. His fingers hooked in the waistband of my panties, a silent tear rendering that pair utterly useless as he pulled the torn fabric away from my body, tossing it into the floor beside his shirt. I tugged at the pair of gym shorts he’d slept in the night before, managing to catch both shorts waistband and underwear waistband at once and tugged them down. Kevin rose up, slipping off the bed to let them fall to his ankles.

When my eyes locked on the way his cock stood at attention, the thickness of it, I squirmed, getting so wet that my thighs were slipping off of each other with ease now. He lowered himself back down, settling himself between my legs as he spread them open wide, a leg settling over each shoulder as he muttered huskily against my thigh, “And I know exactly where to start.” daring to sink his teeth in just slightly, his lips latching onto a patch of skin on the inside of my thigh, leaving a big mark behind that I knew I was definitely going to feel for a while after this was done. His lips broke contact with my skin to reveal the huge purple bruise already starting to form on my inner thigh. They danced over my skin, moving higher up my thigh, quiet slurps and his little groans against my skin sending goosebumps over the surface of my skin. I whimpered as he continued to trail a path straight to my throbbing cunt with kitten licks and little softer bites.

I’d always thought he might have a thing for biting, for marking a girl up, but having it confirmed for me now was literally making me a drippy wet mess, my juices puddling to the bed beneath us. I tried to prop myself up a little better on my elbows and my breath caught in my throat as I felt his fingers working me open, slipping inside me deep, thrusting and scissoring, little wet sloshes with each move of his fingers inside me. His thumb pressed hard against my clit, rubbing the circular bundle of nerves and I whimpered his name, my fingers on one hand tugging at dark brown hair as I rocked my hips against his fingers and the little licks he was now giving to my folds. His lips locked on each one, sucking and I moaned even louder. He was pleased by that, I could feel the way his mouth curved into that damn smirk. “Kevin, oh- I..” I called out louder, my words tumbling off of each other breathlessly, a needy whine to my voice that couldn’t be mistaken. “C’mon.” I encouraged, rocking my hips a little faster. It only resulted in Kevin managing to find a way to keep me still as he rolled his tongue over my clit, lips latching on. “Keep it up and I’ll suck your clit til you go blind, doll.” he growled out against my throbbing cunt, his tongue greedily licking me clean, almost slurping up every single drop of my juices.

“Is that a promise?” I managed to gasp, trying again to rock my hips against his mouth and fingers. His lips latched onto my clit and I moaned a little louder, doing everything I could to get more friction, trying to ease the slow and steady throb of my pussy but nothing I tried was working. And Kevin was hell bent on drawing this out. Pushing me until I absolutely couldn’t take it any longer.

“It’s a definite fucking promise.” Kevin mumbled against my pelvic mound as his mouth backed away from my clit long enough to catch on my folds, sucking until I was practically shaking and the puddle forming beneath me was growing. The orgasm was building to an almost blinding intensity and every single time we locked eyes and he thought I might be getting a little too close, he’d slow down all over again, chuckling as he shook his head no at me, that teasing gleam in his eyes. I was tensing, the strain of holding back my own incoming orgasm almost had me shaking all over.

I pouted when he stopped altogether, raising up to look down at me, slipping dripping fingers between his lips. I could feel myself edging away from the orgasm, but Kevin seemed to have other plans.

His hand lowered, circling his cock as he winked at me and then lowered his gaze, watching as he dragged his cock right between my lower set of lips. I arched away from the bed and he settled on top of me carefully, his hands catching hold of both of mine as he started to bury his cock inside me slowly. Teasing shallow thrusts with the tip only. If I thought I had control of the orgasm threatening to take over?

I quickly learned that I, in fact, did not.

And Kevin seemed to really relish that fact. It shouldn’t have surprised me that he’d get off on being in complete control like this, but somehow, it did. Maybe it was because I alone had a better glimpse into his less confident side as his best friend for so long.

“Gonna make you feel so fuckin good, princess.” he growled next to my ear as he started to fuck into me harder, even slower and deeper drives, burying his cock to the hilt deep inside of my womb. When he started to mutter things softly against my mouth in the French he was fluent in and I barely knew outside of a few phrases, I really started to squirm beneath him, also trying to wiggle my hands free from the grip his hands had on them. Pouting up at him finally, “Kevin, please.. I want to touch you.”

He ignored my simple request, instead, catching hold of both my hands with one of his and letting the other glide down my body, gripping my hip, guiding it so that I was angled upward ever so slightly. The shift in the position of my hips had me really moaning, loudly enough to be heard over the quiet and drawn out creaks of the bedframe.

“Does that feel good, doll? Like.. don’t let me crush you or anything.” he muttered the words quietly, a scowl playing at his mouth just a second or two, only to vanish when I did manage to get my hand loose and I gripped his jaw lightly, pulling his mouth down against mine to quietly drawl against it, “You won’t. I like the way you feel on top of me.” I bit my lips, rocking my hips against him just a little faster, a pleading look as I met his gaze and finished, “And inside me, fuck…”

The orgasm was built to a point now where I ached all over. I could feel tears welling in my eyes at the frustration mounting as I tried to do what he asked and hold off just a little longer.

He smirked a little, chuckling. “You do, huh? You’re gonna love this then.” he slammed into me all over again, deep enough to strum against my spot a time or two and then just to tease, he pulled himself out just a little before slamming back inside me even deeper. My moans had to be loud enough by now to be heard out in the hallway, but I didn’t care.

At one point, around the fourth time he did this, I caught hold of his face, pulling his mouth against mine just so a long and deep, needy kiss would swallow the fact that I was literally screaming his name. He chuckled, his forehead resting against mine as he stared deep into my eyes, rough lips roaming over my face gently, laying soft kisses against my flesh. “You wanna cum pretty bad right now, huh?”

“Yes. Oh fuck I--” I whimpered, trying to get more friction all over again, only to have Kevin use his hips to pin mine still beneath him. He chuckled, his mouth conquering mine before venturing down the front of my throat, lower, against my breasts. “Almost, doll. Almost.” he muttered calmly, continuing to fuck into me long and slow and deep. “So goddamn tight. Fuck.” he growled quietly, his fingertips digging into my hips now, holding me mostly still against the bed. He knew exactly what he was doing, not letting me move all that much and not letting me cum like I desperately wanted.

“You wanna know how close I am, doll?”

“Hm.” I nodded, my lips against his, our eyes locked on each other. My hands were all over him now, mostly digging into his shoulder blades.

He chuckled quietly and after nipping hungrily at the outline of my swollen lips yet again, he mumbled into another kiss, “All it would take is you, rockin your hips one more fuckin time.” he shivered as I managed to do just that, only so careful and slow that he growled against my neck and sank his teeth down, latching onto a strip of skin. I did it again and his grip tightened even more.

His teeth dug against my skin just a little and I whimpered and moaned, eyes fluttering open and closed.

My own orgasm was dangerously close to ripping me apart beneath him. My breath caught in my throat as he started to bottom out over and over.

I dug my nails in his skin a little harder and he mumbled against my ear, “Wrap your legs around me. C’mon.” almost breathlessly, the soft smack of our bodies meeting over and over again competing with our pleasurable moans and growls and the noise the bed made every time it struck the wall. I wrapped my legs around him like he asked and the tilt sent him smashing into my spot over and over every single time he fucked into me. My legs squeezed either side of his body tight and then tighter and Kevin muttered quietly, “You wanna cum so bad you’re shaking. Is this anything like you imagined in your dream last night, doll?”

“I, oh.. Right there. Fuck, Kevin!” I cried out, the echo shattering the air between us as he promptly dove his mouth down to mine, swallowing up my cries. “So if I keep it up…” he muttered into the deepening kiss, “You’re gonna cum all over me… Make a real mess of the bed for me… Right?”

“Yes, fuck. Please just let me.” I begged breathlessly as the kiss broke and he pulled away, intently focusing on exactly what he’d been doing before. “C’mon, doll. You’ve been a good girl, fuck… You can let go now.”

My orgasm shattered through me, making me cling to him as I erratically met his deep drives with my hips, rocking myself against his cock since he had put my legs over his shoulders by this point. I could feel my pussy clinging to his cock, the soft sound of suction and his quiet growls as he continued to plow me, slow and deep.

“Don’t stop, doll. C’mon.” Kevin urged, lust blown eyes almost blacked out when he looked down at me, hips stuttering against me as he leaned down, his mouth finding mine clumsy and hungry, his lips latching onto my bottom one and his teeth tugging at it. “Fuck, that’s it. Fuck, you’re takin me so well.” he groaned into the kiss closely followed by “Don’t wanna stop, fuck. You feel too fucking good, doll. So tight.. Wet. Fuck..” in a throaty growl against my mouth.

“Don’t stop, Kevin, please. C’mon.” I pleaded, just plain overcome by how good, no how amazing it felt to finally be allowed to get off that I honestly wasn’t thinking and didn’t care to think about anything else but feeling the warmth of his seed when it filled me up. He chuckled and muttered half teasingly against my ear, “As you wish.” which had me smiling softly, because it was a line from my favorite movie and he knew it.

The harder and deeper he slammed into me, the more I moaned and begged for it. The throbbing of his thick cock deep inside me as his own orgasm shattered through him had me whimpering, desperately slamming my hips against his own erratic movements, trying to drive him inside me as deep as I could get. My toes dug into his shoulders and as he slowed to a stop, his mouth found mine again, his tongue darting between my lips, meeting mine and dominating the kiss.

I lowered my legs and Kevin fell to the bed beside me, swearing a little, one arm behind his head as the other shot out, pulling me so that I was on top of him, holding me in place.

“I’m fucking starving.” Kevin admitted, just as both of our stomachs growled.

“Me too, but there’s the tiny problem of me, being a little sore to move.” I muttered with a soft laugh against his mouth. He chuckled in response, untucking the arm folded behind his head to lazily reach for his phone on the nightstand as he muttered aloud, “Room service it is then.”

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