bambi

the devil of hell’s kitchen.

that’s what everyone had been calling him.

yet there he was, kissing the valley between your breasts as your hands were tied above your head, and your legs tied to each of the bottom bedposts. he moved his warm open mouth kisses towards your stomach, breaths warm and steady against your skin. slowly trailing a hand toward your sopping wet cunt, he looked up at you.

‘y’okay princess?’ he murmured, the black bandana covering his eyes (not that it mattered, infact, it made you even more aroused).

‘y-yeah…’ is all you managed as he ghosted two thick fingers through your folds, his lips no more than an inch away from your clit.

with that, he plunged his middle finger into you.

‘fuck, matt!’ you writhed against the ropes, throwing your head back, hips bucking up into the ball of his hand. matt grins at the sound of your moans, a low chuckle escaping his lips.

“c’mon now, we're just getting started.”

he moves forward, pressing his body against yours, his breath warm against your skin as another finger slides in

he was moving carefully, but fast. each time he pumped a finger into you, you felt helpless, but the euphoria of his hands was too much. he knows your body like the back of his hand, and he uses that knowledge to his advantage, as he starts curling his fingers as he fingers you. slowly, the coil inside of you tightens, breathing deeply as matt sped up, his thick fingers hitting the spongey spot inside you. you writhed against the ropes, wanting to feel him even more as you come closer to your high.

“c’mon princess, cum for me” he panted, clearly getting off on your struggle.

“oh god- matt!” was all you could manage before your whole body started to shake, the wave of euphoria hitting you all at once. matt slows down, leaning down to kiss you as you come down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, and you can feel the smile against your mouth as he speaks.

“you did so well for me, princess. ‘mso proud of you.”

his hands trail up your arms to find the bonds that hold your wrists above you, swiftly untying the knots that had held you in place. he takes his time in freeing you, and as the restraints loosen, he gently guides your arms to your sides, gently rubbing your wrists to restore the circulation, kneeling between your legs which are still tied to the bottom of the bed. just as he did with your hands, he trailed a hand down your left leg, then your right, gently untying your ankles. sitting up, you snake your hands over his clothed back, feeling his back muscles through his black compression shirt as you pulled him closer to you, pulling him down to the bed so he lays on top of you.

the night was uncharacteristically warm for hawkins, but the sky was a deep, bruised shade of purple that promised a downpour. you paced back and forth on your porch, arms crossed tightly over your chest, a mix of anger and worry gnawing at your insides. you glanced up the street, waiting for steve harrington’s car to appear.

the second you saw the familiar headlights rounding the corner, you stormed down the steps to meet him. steve barely had the chance to park before you were at his door, yanking it open.

"get out," you demanded, your voice barely contained.

steve blinked, taken aback. "princess, what the hell-"

"get. out."

he sighed, running a hand through his hair, and stepped out of the car. you slammed the door shut behind him and pointed a finger at his chest. "what were you thinking? taking dustin to starcourt in the middle of the night, into God knows what danger!"

steve's expression shifted from confusion to frustration. "i was looking out for him! we had to- "

"you had to what? fight russians? get involved in another world-ending mess? he's just a kid, steve! my kid brother!" your voice cracked on the last words, betraying the fear and upset behind your anger.

steve opened his mouth to argue but stopped, noticing the tears welling in your eyes. "look, i’m sorry. but dustin wanted to help. he knew the risks."

"he's a child," you repeated, voice softer now but no less intense. "he looks up to you, steve. he thinks you’re invincible."

steve’s gaze dropped to the ground, guilt etched on his face. "i know," he said quietly. "but i care about him too. i would never let anything happen to him."

a fat raindrop splashed onto your cheek, followed by another, and within moments the sky opened up, rain pouring down in torrents. neither of you moved to seek cover.

"that's not good enough," you whispered. "i can’t lose him."

steve stepped closer, close enough that you could feel the warmth of his body despite the rain. "you won’t," he said, voice steady and sincere. "i swear, princess. i’ll protect him with everything i’ve got."

you searched his eyes, finding a depth of earnestness there that made your heart ache. "why, steve? why put yourself in danger for him? for me?"

he took a deep breath, rainwater dripping from his hair into his eyes. "because you’re important to me. both of you." he hesitated, then reached out to gently take your hands in his. "but especially you."

you looked away. “steve it’s-”

"i’m in love with you," he confessed, his voice almost lost in the sound of the rain. "i have been for a while. i just didn’t know how to tell you."

for a moment, you stood frozen, the rain soaking through your clothes, your heart pounding in your chest. then, without thinking, he surged forward, capturing your lips with his. the kiss was desperate and messy, water mingling with the salt of your tears, but it was everything you had been too afraid to admit you wanted.

when you finally broke apart, both of you breathless, you rested your forehead against his. "i’m just scared, steve," you admitted. "of losing dustin. of losing you."

"you won’t," he promised again, his arms wrapping around you, holding you close. "we’ll get through this together. i won’t let anything happen to you or dustin. i love you, princess."

the kitchen was a whirlwind of activity as usual, with the scent of simmering sauces and freshly chopped herbs filling the air. sydney wiped her brow, trying to keep up with the relentless pace. the transformation of the beef into the bear was proving to be a monumental task, and the pressure was starting to get to her.

you noticed her stress. sydney was always so composed, but lately, there were cracks in her usually calm demeanor. you admired her talent and dedication, and you wanted to do something to show her just how much she was appreciated.

after a particularly grueling day, you approached her. "hey, syd," you said, offering a gentle smile. she looked up, a bit surprised. "can i talk to you for a minute?"

she nodded, setting down her knife and following you to a quieter corner of the kitchen. "what’s up?”

"i just wanted to say thank you. you've been incredible through all of this, and I know it's been tough," you began, feeling a bit nervous. "i got you something. a little token of appreciation."

you handed her a small, neatly wrapped package. sydney's eyes widened slightly as she took it, curiosity replacing some of the fatigue in her gaze. she carefully unwrapped it to reveal a bandanna, a deep shade of blue with intricate patterns that you knew she'd love.

"wow, this is beautiful," she said, running her fingers over the fabric. "thank you so much."

"and there's more," you added, unbuttoning your chef's coat to reveal a matching button-up shirt underneath. "i thought we could match. you know, like a cliché straight couple."

she smiled and scoffed at your remark, eyes shining with gratitude. "this is amazing. seriously, thank you. it's been a rough few weeks, and this... it means a lot."

you smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you. "i'm just happy you're here, syd. we all are. the bear wouldn't be the same without you. god only knows what i’d be without you here."

she tied the bandanna around her head, adjusting it with a grin, then giving you a gentle kiss in the temple. "alright, let's get back to it. We have a restaurant to transform."

lila and five? after EVERYTHING her and diego went through in season three? it’s so out of character for her like cmon don’t butcher her character like this :((

and why did jennifer have such a reaction to seeing the squid, and how did she end up in it? like why don’t they elaborate on it?

where was the humour? like the extent of it was baby shark in the van and fat jokes with diego and the comedy is usually so good too

how on EARTH did five not notice ben taking the marigold?? like my guy literally worked as an assassin

also the bracelet????? diego literally makes lila a bracelet in season 2 and she wears it all season and keeps ahold of it for s3?????? ‘you dont like bracelets’ MY ASS

no explanation as to why ray left alison??? okaaayy???

like it was such a lazy and predictable ending :(

but the flowers at the end was cute!!

its just annoying because we waited so long for this and it seems sloppy :,(

the soft glow of the living room lamps casts a warm light across the room, creating a cocoon of comfort as you and yumi settle in for the evening. the gentle hum of the rain outside adds to it all, making the world beyond the window feel like a distant dream.

you two are nestled on the couch, a large, fluffy blanket draped over both of you. the scent of freshly popped popcorn fills the air, mingling with the faint hint of vanilla from the candle flickering on the coffee table. yumi’s head rests lightly on your shoulder, his hair tickling your cheek every now and then. he shifts slightly, snuggling closer to you, his body warm and reassuring against yours.

“is this okay?” he murmurs, voice soft and filled with contentment.

“perfect,” you reply, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. you reach for the remote and press play, the movie starting with a soft jingle that signals the beginning of a familiar story.

as the movie progresses, you laugh and whisper, just being comforted by his presence. yumi’s laughter is infectious, and you find yourself smiling more than you have all day. his happiness is like a balm, soothing away the stress and worries that had been clinging to you.

after a while, his hand finds yours under the blanket, fingers intertwining with yours. he gives your hand a light squeeze, and you turn to see him looking at you with a gentle smile. “i’m so glad we’re doing this,” he says, eyes reflecting the soft glow of the screen.

“me too,” you reply, your heart swelling with affection. you lean in and he presses a tender kiss to your forehead, feeling the calm and love radiate between you.

as the movie continues, you both drift into a comfortable silence, simply enjoying the presence of each other once again. the rain outside continues its gentle patter, and the warmth of the blanket and yumi’s embrace makes you feel like you’re wrapped in a bubble of peace.

by the time the movie ends, you’re both drowsy, your eyelids heavy. yumi lets out a contented sigh and leans closer, breath soft and even against your neck.

“let’s just stay like this,” he says, voice sleepy.

you nod, pulling the blanket tighter around both of you. “i wouldn’t have it any other way,” you reply, feeling a deep sense of warmth wash over you.

you had been working with matt murdock for a few months now. as his paralegal, you admired his dedication to justice and his unparalleled skills in the courtroom. but more than that, you were drawn to him in ways that went beyond professional respect. your crush on him had grown steadily, though you never expected him to notice.

however, matt was more perceptive than you gave him credit for. he had sensed your feelings, picking up on the subtle changes in your heartbeat whenever he was near, the way your breath hitched when he touched your arm or stood a little too close. at first, he didn't let on, but as time went on, he found himself enjoying the power he had over you.

one evening, you stayed late at the office, alone with matt. he was sitting behind his desk, his tie loosened, the top button of his shirt undone. the room was dimly lit, shadows playing across his face. you were organizing some files when he spoke, his voice low and smooth.

"hey, can you come here for a second?"

you walked over whilst straightening your tie, trying to keep your composure. "yes, matt?"

he smiled, a knowing look on his face. "you’ve been working hard. i appreciate it."

"thank you," you replied, your heart pounding.

he leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the desk. "there's something i've been meaning to ask you."

"what is it?" you tried to sound casual, but the anticipation in your voice was clear.

"why do you always get so nervous around me?" his question hung in the air, and you felt your face heat up.

"i don't know what you mean," you stammered.

"come on, pretty boy," he said, standing up and walking around the desk until he was right in front of you. "i can hear your heart racing every time i get close to you."

your breath caught in your throat as he took another step forward, closing the distance between you. "matt, i-"

he cut you off, his hand reaching out to cup your jaw. "i know you have a crush on me," he murmured. "and I have to admit, i’ve enjoyed teasing you."

you swallowed hard, trying to find your voice. "is that why you’ve been so close lately? why you keep touching me?"

"maybe," he said, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. "you’ve been such a brat sometimes, it’s been hard to resist."

you felt a shiver run down your spine at his words. "and what are you going to do about it?"

his smile turned predatory. "i think it’s time i step in."

before you could react, matt's hand moved to the back of your neck, pulling you closer until your lips were almost touching. his breath was warm against your skin as he whispered, "do you want this?"

"yes," you breathed, your body trembling with anticipation.

"good," he said, his grip tightening. he leaned in, his lips brushing yours in a teasing kiss that left you wanting more.

when he pulled back, you whimpered, and he chuckled softly. "patience, pretty boy. you'll get what you want."

his hand slid up from your neck to your throat, applying gentle pressure. the sensation was intoxicating, and you gasped, your eyes closing in pleasure. matt's voice was low and commanding. "open your eyes. look at me."

you obeyed, meeting his intense gaze. "you like this, don't you?"

"yes," you whispered, barely able to speak.

he smiled, increasing the pressure just enough to make you dizzy with desire. "you're mine now," he said, his voice a husky growl. "and I'm going to enjoy every second of it."

with that, he kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hand continued to squeeze your throat. the sensation was overwhelming, a perfect mix of pleasure and pain, and you couldn't get enough.

when he finally pulled away, you were breathless, your heart racing. "matt," you panted, "please, i need you."

“fuck, toots…” schlatt groaned, as you slid down onto his length.

“hey, you were the one being needy! i just wanna play the sims.”

schlatt cursed under his breath and grabbed onto your hips whilst you loaded up the sims on his pc. he needed the movement, but he didn’t want to piss you off whilst you were locked in on create a sim.

“please, j’s lemme fuck you baby, can’t take it” he babbled, head leant back against his gaming chair as you rolled your hips.

“no jay, let me play, then we can fuck. just enjoy me letting you be here for now!” you retorted, clenching slightly just to make him groan.

you stayed like this for about 30 minutes before he couldn’t take it any more. he pushed you up his length, and slammed you back down.

and again.

and again.

until you were riding him, his hands still locked to your hips as you tried to focus on your game, letting out the occasional moan.

but, this wasn’t enough for him, so he moved one hand to gently rub your clit, the climax starting to get to you.

“fuckfuckfuck m’close schlatt!” you said, your high beginning to catch up to you.

“i know baby, i know, c’mon cum for me.” he grunted.

and so you did.

your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, the instant pleasure shaking your whole body. riding out your high as you grabbed onto the edge of the desk, you could feel schlatt’s thrusts become slower.

you leant against him, his chest up against your back.

“you know you want to…” you teased, nipping the bottom of his ear with your teeth.

“oh- f-fuck” he spluttered, as you felt ropes of his cum painted your insides.

you sat catching your breath with him, before he picked you up and carried you to the bathroom.

fred weasley was notorious at hogwarts, known for his pranks and, more obviously, being a weasley. but also for his effortless charm with the ladies. his reputation as a heartbreaker was well-earned, yet it didn't deter the flocks of girls who giggled and blushed in his presence. he thrived on the attention, relishing the freedom of fleeting flings and casual encounters. but there was one girl who was different, someone who didn’t just blend into the sea of admirers.

you were the epitome of elegance, always carrying yourself with a regal air that commanded respect. your beauty was undeniable, but it was your confidence and poise that set you apart. fred had tried to catch your eye many times, but you always seemed to look right through him, as if you were untouchable. it only made him more determined.

one evening, during a particularly lively gryffindor common room gathering, fred spotted you sitting alone, reading a book. it was the perfect opportunity. he sauntered over, a smirk playing on his lips.

“evening, princess,” he greeted, leaning casually against the arm of your chair.

you looked up, arching an eyebrow. “fred weasley,” you acknowledged, closing your book and giving him your full attention. “to what do i owe the pleasure?” you said with a sarcastic grin.

“i couldn’t help but notice you over here all by yourself. thought you might like some company,” he said smoothly.

you gave a small, knowing smile. “company, is it? and what makes you think I’m interested in your kind of company?”

fred leaned in closer, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “oh, i think you might enjoy it more than you’d care to admit.”

you let out a soft laugh, leaning in so your faces were mere inches apart. “y’know, fred,” you began, your voice low and sultry. “i think you’re hot, in fact, i think you’re very sexy.”

fred’s smirk widened, but before he could respond, you continued, “i just… don’t want to get chlamydia.”

his eyes widened in surprise, and you seized the moment. “and look,” you went on, “i know you’ve never been serious in all of your… weasley little life, but i’m just the kind of girl you take seriously.”

with that, you stood up, brushing past him. “good luck though, you’ll find someone to suck your dick!” you called over your shoulder as you walked away, leaving him standing there, stunned and speechless.

the common room was abuzz with whispers and snickers, all eyes on him as he stood there, his usual confident attitude momentarily shattered. for the first time, he felt a pang of something unfamiliar - a desire to prove himself worthy, to be taken seriously by you.

over the next few weeks, fred found himself seeking you out, but not with his usual playful banter. he was sincere, genuinely interested in getting to know you. he would sit with you in the library, offering to help with your studies, and he’d walk with you to classes, always respectful and considerate.

one afternoon, as you sat by the black lake, fred approached you, his expression earnest. “can i join you?”

you nodded, gesturing to the spot beside you. he sat down, silence stretching between you. finally, he spoke, “i know i haven’t exactly had the best reputation, but i want you to know i’m serious about this. about you.”

you turned to look at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. “why me, fred? why now?”

he took a deep breath. “because you’re different. you’re not like anyone else. and i don’t just want a fling with you. i want something real.”

your heart softened at his words, seeing a side of fred weasley that few ever did. “i’ll give you a chance, fred. but you have to earn it.”

he nodded, a determined look on his face. “i will. i promise.”

as the days turned into weeks, fred proved himself, showing you a depth of character that belied his carefree exterior. he treated you like a princess, not just with gifts and grand gestures, but with his unwavering attention and respect. slowly but surely, you found yourself falling for the red-haired prankster who had turned out to be so much more.

rou kent wasn’t one to believe in fate. but standing on the sidelines, watching his richmond team warm up, he couldn’t help but think something had changed in the cosmos.

it all started a month ago when ted had convinced the club to host a charity match against the u.s. women’s national team. his excitement was palpable; he wouldn’t stop talking about the talent, the speed, and the sheer joy of the game these women brought.

the day of the match arrived, and the richmond team was ready to show their skills. as the players took to the field, roy’s eyes caught a wide smile and a confident stride. there you were, the american soccer sensation, y/n l/n. roy had heard the name in passing but hadn’t paid much attention until now.

“oi, kent!” jamie tartt’s voice snapped roy back to reality. “you okay, mate? you’re starin’.”

roy grunted, brushing off jamie’s remark. “just keep your head in the game, tartt.”

the match was exhilarating. you were a force to be reckoned with, weaving through defenders and scoring with ease. richmond fought hard, but the u.s. team’s chemistry was undeniable. ted was practically glowing with admiration from the sidelines, unable to contain his joy at seeing such high-caliber play.

after the game, there was a small reception for both teams. roy lingered near the edge of the crowd, nursing a drink and watching as his teammates mingled with the americans. ted was in his element, chatting animatedly with you about strategy and techniques.

“roy kent,” a voice said, pulling him from his thoughts. he turned to see you standing there, a playful smile on your face.

“y/n l/n,” he replied, nodding.

“you played a good game out there,” you said, extending a hand.

“thanks,” roy said, shaking her hand. your grip was firm, and your eyes were bright with excitement. “you too.”

you spent the next hour talking, roy finding himself more and more drawn to you. you were fierce, passionate about the game, and had a wicked sense of humor that matched his own. you exchanged numbers, and before long, you were texting daily, the conversations ranging from football to life beyond the pitch.

one evening, a few weeks later, roy found himself at a quaint london café, waiting for you. you had a break in your schedule and had flown over to visit. as you walked in, roy felt a flutter in his chest - a feeling he hadn’t experienced in a long time.

they spent the evening talking, laughing, and getting to know each other better. as they walked along the thames, roy felt a sense of peace he hadn’t felt in years.

a few days later, disaster struck during a training session. roy was showing some of the younger players a defensive move when he felt a sharp pain in his knee. he went down hard, cursing under his breath. the pain was intense, and he knew immediately it was bad.

the medical team rushed to his side, but it was you who was there first, having just arrived to surprise him. she knelt beside him, your face etched with concern.

“roy, are you okay?” you asked, voice steady despite the worry in your eyes.

“bloody knee,” he grumbled, wincing as the medics examined him.

you stayed by his side, holding his hand as they helped him off the field. ted was there too, his face a mix of worry and admiration for the way you were supporting roy.

later, in the treatment room, roy lay on the table, his knee wrapped and elevated. you sat beside him, hand never leaving his.

“you’re going to be okay,” you said softly, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead.

roy looked at her, feeling a swell of emotion. “thanks”

“you don’t have to thank me,” she replied. “i’m here for you, roy. no matter what.”

as the weeks passed, you became a constant presence in Roy’s life. you were there for his rehab sessions, cheering him on and keeping his spirits high. your unwavering support and love gave him the strength to push through the pain and frustration.

the guys were shocked at first, unable to believe that the gruff, tough-as-nails roy kent was dating the american soccer star. but as they saw the change in him - the way he smiled more, the way he seemed lighter - they couldn’t help but be happy for him.

ted, of course, was over the moon. “i always knew you had a soft spot, roy,” he said one day, clapping him on the back. “and she’s just the person to bring it out.”

roy rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at his lips. “yeah, yeah. just don’t go writing any sonnets about it, lasso.”

ted laughed. “wouldn’t dream of it.”

as the season progressed, roy’s knee healed, and he returned to the field stronger than ever. and through it all, you were there, a beacon of light in his life. you continued to navigate their demanding careers, but they always found time for each other, their bond growing deeper with each passing day.

rebecca welton had never been one to shy away from challenges. as the owner of afc richmond, she tackled everything from skeptical board members to spirited fans. but there was one challenge that had her completely stumped: you.

you, with your bright smile and genuine kindness, had unknowingly captured rebecca's heart. she had tried everything to show her feelings, but you remained blissfully oblivious.

it started with flowers. rebecca sent you an elegant bouquet of your favorite flowers, along with a card that read, "thinking of you. - rebecca." you thanked her with a smile, saying how thoughtful she was and how much you loved having fresh flowers in your office. she hoped you might pick up on the hint, but you seemed to take it as a friendly gesture.

next, she invited you out for dinner. a candle-lit table at one of the finest restaurants in town, where the two of you shared an exquisite meal and deep conversation. as rebecca looked into your eyes, she felt sure that this would be the moment you realized her intentions. but when you hugged her goodbye and thanked her for the "great friendly evening," she knew her subtle hints were not getting through.

the team started to notice too. keeley pulled her aside one day and asked, "so, any progress with you-know-who?" to which rebecca sighed, shaking her head. even the players were catching on, often giving you knowing looks when you two were together. but you remained completely unaware of the undercurrent of affection in her gestures.

one day, after yet another failed attempt at getting through to you, rebecca finally reached her breaking point. she invited you to her house for dinner, hoping that a more intimate setting would help you understand her feelings. but when you arrived, you greeted her with the same cheerful smile, completely missing the nervous tension in her eyes.

as the evening progressed, she grew more frustrated. you chatted happily about your day, blissfully unaware of the turmoil she was experiencing. finally, rebecca couldn't take it anymore.

"do you like me?" she blurted out, interrupting your story about a funny incident at training with dani.

you blinked, taken aback by the sudden question. "of course, i do. you're one of my best friends."

"no," rebecca said, her voice shaking slightly. "i mean, do you like me more than that? romantically?"

the room fell silent as you processed her words. realization dawned on your face, and you felt a rush of emotions. how had you missed all the signs? the flowers, the dinners, the lingering touches - it all made sense now.

"oh my god, rebecca," you said, standing up and moving closer to her. "i had no idea. i'm so sorry i was so clueless."

rebecca looked at you, hope and vulnerability in her eyes. "so, what do you think? do you feel the same way?"

you reached out and took her hands in yours. "i do. i really do. i just didn't realize... i didn't see it."

rebecca let out a relieved laugh, pulling you into a tight hug. "you have no idea how happy that makes me," she whispered into your hair.

you pulled back slightly to look into her eyes. "can we start over? properly this time?"

rebecca smiled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips. "i’d like that very much."

the sun had just dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and purple. trevor stood at the edge of the park, nervously checking his watch. he had been planning this date night for weeks, wanting everything to be perfect. when he finally saw you approaching, a wide smile spread across his face.

"hey," trevor greeted, his eyes lighting up. "you look amazing."

you blushed, smiling shyly. "thanks, trevor. so, what's the plan for tonight?"

trevor grinned, his boyish excitement impossible to hide. "i thought we could start with a picnic. i found this perfect spot by the lake."

your eyes widened in delight. "that’s sounds perfect."

you walked together to a cozy spot trevor had set up, complete with a checkered blanket, a basket full of delicious food, and fairy lights hanging from a nearby tree. as you settled down, trevor opened the basket and began laying out an array of homemade treats.

"i made all of this myself," trevor said, a hint of pride in his voice. "hope you like it."

you took a bite of the pasta salad and your eyes lit up. "this is delicious, trevor! you’re an amazing cook."

trevor's cheeks turned a light shade of pink. "thanks, that means a lot."

you spent the next hour eating, laughing, and talking about everything under the stars. the atmosphere was relaxed and filled with the soft sounds of nature. after finishing their meal, trevor suggested a walk by the lake. so, hand in hand, you strolled along the water’s edge, the moonlight casting a gentle glow on your faces.

as you walked, he pointed out the constellations, his voice soft and calm. "see that one? it's orion. my mom used to tell me stories about him when i was a kid."

you leaned closer, resting your head on trevor’s shoulder. "i love how you know so much about the stars. it’s like you’re sharing a part of yourself with me."

he squeezed your hand, feeling a warm rush of affection. "i’m glad you’re here to share it with."

after your walk, you returned to the picnic spot. trevor pulled out a small speaker and started playing soft, romantic music. "wanna dance?"

you nodded, and began swaying gently to the music. the world around you seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them in their own little bubble. he held you close, feeling your heartbeats sync with the rhythm of the music.

"you make me so happy," trevor whispered, his lips brushing against your ear.

you looked up into his eyes, your own filled with warmth and affection. "you make me happy too, trevor."

as the song ended, you stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other’s embrace, the night air cool and refreshing. trevor leaned in, your foreheads touching, and whispered, "tonight has been perfect. thank you for sharing it with me."

sfw

- she loves to tease you about the height difference

- like she puts her arm on your head type teasing LMAO

- her laughs are infectious

- heart of GOLD

- because prefers living in the moment over being online, she’s always present when you’re together, and she gives you her undivided attention all the time!!

- you loooove going on hikes

- big fan of reading, so you’ll lie on her lap whilst she reads just silently

- super attentive to anything you need

- she’s very mommy but she’s also mom like she fusses over you and reminds you about stuff bc she cares so much UGH I LOVE HER!!

nsfw

- dominant.

- loves holding your thighs when she eats you out

- lets you use toys, but prefers when she can make you cum herself

- she prefers ass over tits

- kneads at your ass as any point she can

- she loves when you squirm so she’ll make you cum like three of four times before you can sleep

- she can lift you up so she likes to pin you against the apartment walls

- loves teasing you!!!

- talks you through

- likes using blindfolds so you can’t tell what she’s gonna do to you

- aftercare is INCREDIBLY important to her

- my girl is meticulous in making sure you feel loved and cared for after sex

- she teases you in public with touches and she whisperd promises of what’s to come once you’re alone to you