𝑚𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 / 𝑙𝑖𝑠 .

sage’s gaze only deepened, her fingers tightening just slightly against his shirt, like letting go wasn’t an option. she pressed her body against his when his hand moved to her waist. she couldn't stay away from his touch even for a second. "i hope so. i don't wanna see you mad at me." she was pouting, eyes fixed on how tempting his lips looked. she let the moment linger, leaning in just enough so their lips were barely apart, her breath warm against him. "i'm not playing a game here, dev." she whispered, her voice soft. "i know you could play it better than me. i'm more… possessive. you're mine." she enjoyed saying it out loud, not a hint of shame in her voice.

"maybe i should test that theory. could do one of those.. what do you call them—thirst trap photos. see how you handle all those comments from swooning fans," devon teased, his confidence returning as he tilted her chin up with his finger. "but seriously, i just fall so hard, you know? i want to be yours for as long as you'll have me." he leaned forward, his forehead touching hers in a moment of vulnerability. "my dad called yesterday," he mentioned, the seemingly random subject change typical of his scattered thought process. "he asked if you'd be coming to dinner next weekend. i told him maybe. is that okay? i know we're not public, but family doesn't count, right?"

"don’t test me. don't even think about those thirst traps unless you wanna see just how possessive i can get." sage’s brows lifted slightly — not because she was surprised he told his dad, but because, deep down, she liked it more than she wanted to admit. she didn’t pull away when his forehead touched hers, just stayed there, close enough to feel every breath between them. "your dad asked about me?" her voice was softer now, curved with a smile. "yeah, that’s okay. family doesn’t count." her fingers moved gently up the back of his neck, a quiet kind of affection in the touch."if it means something to you, i’d love to meet your family. i wanna be part of your life, dev. i just don’t want all the internet craziness to mess with what we have." she leaned in, brushing her lips lightly against his cheek. "this... you... matters too much to risk."

pepper laughed immediately. "we're getting old, orson. i can see a wrinkle or two when i look in the mirror. it's better to accept than fight it." her face tried to be serious, but he would know she was just joking. actually, it hurt a little seeing the old room looking exactly the same. a time and place pepper would never get back. his teasing made her smile. "if you want to get me naked, there are easier ways than making me embarrass myself at a game."

"whoa, whoa, whoa," ronan raised his hands up, stopping that train of thought in his tracks, "where is this coming from?" he asked, furrowing his brow, "you are not too much. you are never too much. not for me."

"but what happens when it’s not easy anymore? when i’m not easy anymore?" her fingers brushed nervously over her wrist.

The answer to your problems is self-discipline

open to: m/f/nb, anyone really muse: alberto “ace” ramos. aries. bisexual. ages 22-27. budtender and bartender plot idea: ace likes your muse and they can't stand him but woops, they drunkenly hooked up and now he's being avoided like he's some type of plague? suddenly he just wants them even more?

a playful smirk plays on his lips, dark eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief. or maybe it was just full blown stupidity –  the world would never know. “can i help it if my kink is someone who is completely ashamed to be seen with me?” his grin never falters. if anything, it grows deeper as the words flow effortlessly. “come on now.”

pepper rolled her eyes and crossed her arms as she leaned against the wall. "you seriously get off on this? because if so, i think you're the one who's got a problem, not me." she could feel her heart rate quickening, a mixture of irritation and something else… something exciting. "i just don't understand why you're all up in my space trying to make this thing happen."

"my lips, huh?" dorothea stepped closer, her fingers lightly brushing against his chest as she spoke. "maybe you'll change your answer, but i think you already know what i like most about you." she leaned in just a little, her voice lowering with a playful edge. "it’s that you can’t resist me, no matter how hard you try."

"Don't....." James answered trying to push his eyes away from her before their eyes met again. "You said that's the last time we should see each other but here you are back again...like a.."

"like what?" her expression hurt as she felt the weight of his words. "finish your sentence. say i'm always mixing things up and making your life messier."

mavie could not look at him, her expression a mixture of frustration and hurt. "why didn't you tell me this before?" she asked quietly, her voice tinged with disbelief. "maybe things would have been different if you had. but now… now it just feels like it's too late for us."

"are we friends with benefits, or something?" at the very least ferris managed to wait until they were in an empty room to ask the question that had been bouncing around in his mind since their last encounter. "i'd rather we have clear boundaries so i don't do something like buy you flowers and freak you out. i don't care either way, i just want to know."

pepper crossed her arms and gave him a look that was a mixture of disbelief and irritation. "are you seriously asking me that right now?" she scoffed, her tone sharp. "i wouldn't even call it a thing if you really want to now. we're just… having sex. you don't have to buy me flowers or anything." she rolled her eyes, although there was a hint of curiosity in her voice, wanting to know why he was suddenly so interested in romance.

"then we both know it’s not just gonna be a kiss. we won’t stop." asher’s words were barely a whisper before his lips found hers with urgency, as if he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. he kissed her like he needed to make up for every moment they’d been apart, hands pulling her closer as if he was afraid she might slip away. "god, len…" he muttered, his lips against hers, breath shaky, gripping her tightly, desperate to feel her against him. "you sure about this?" he needed to know that she wasn’t going to regret this later.

"how are you gonna stand there and tell me how i feel just because you caught feelings? you should've told me so we could've stopped this."

miller let out a frustrated sigh, his eyes locked on hers. "don’t act like you didn’t feel it too. it was different, you know it was," he muttered, voice low and intense. "you think i wanted to catch feelings? it just happened."