#'SHE'S WEARING MY SHIRT' no she's wearing a shirt we literally bought TOGETHER

[medusasbush]

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[heterophobique]

Used fabric glue to put one of my tennis shoes back together bc part of the outside of the shoe fell apart and had a weird piece sticking out. The piece kept making me trip. I refuse to buy new tennis shoes so I s2g the glue better fuckin work. If not, I’ll buy gorilla glue. Plan c is to literally use duct tape lmao

My dad told me he just nailed one of his tennis shoes back together, and tbh that’s my plan d. He said use a small nail to hammer together the piece

[i-am-lifeform24]

Curated Companions: Part 3

--------------🔞Masterlist🔞Part 1🔞Part 2🔞Part 4🔞---------------

---------------[ ITZY Yuna - @capslocked ]---------------

There's rules of engagement here supposedly, beyond what's already broke. They're shockingly easy to ignore. She's supposed to count the money in the envelope, but she never does. She simply tucks it into her purse, folds her legs to sit in your lap, and kisses you. Slowly.

This whole coquettish drag and pull of a lip sorta deal.

"Listen," says Yuna, finally letting go. Her thumb traces idly over your jeans. "I was thinking. We could try, like... public stuff, for once, maybe."

"Like exhibitionism?" you ask. "Or some BDSM nonsense? Cause you're already pretty fucking kinky- Hey, ow."

She digs her nails into the back of your neck, pouting at you. "You're taking me out tonight."

"To the hotel bar for a nightcap, sure, and then we're back up here, fucking 'til your legs give out," you say. "You're killing me with this tight black dress shit, today, and I'm going fucking nuts with what that garter-belt thing does to your legs-"

"Nuh-uh," she corrects herself, a little bratty. "Tonight we're playing, like, regular couple people. As opposed to rich weirdos, who literally spend all their time together locked up in hotels."

"Hm. Hate it."

She wrinkles her nose, tracing a bright-blue-acrylic down the front of your shirt. She wears this expression like she's certain of the outcome, like you can't say no. "It'll be fun," she tells you. "You can knock me up in the bathroom, or whatever."

"Fine," you relent, brain stalled. You're in a bad enough state with the way her ass fits into the lingerie you'd bought her last month. "We'll do something normal."

"That's a promise," she sing-songs, smiling wide before flicking open the button at the top of your pants.

Yuna's the best kind of trouble - no less of a devil - and she's right. You're not a rich weirdo, but listen: everything is an experiment. Nothing is ever supposed to be permanent; nothing can be. All the arrangements, safeguards. Yuna calls you a pervert but the projection has been clear from the get-go. You get your hands in her hair, on her hips, around her neck, and her body gets you high as a fucking kite. When she's laid on her back, ankles crossed at your waist, you see the cracks in the game she's playing.

"Fucking christ, fuck, I'm-" she rasps, eyes hazy. 

The cute act comes undone mid-climax.

Your cock is stretching her so wide those big, gorgeous eyes of hers roll back in her head. You've got her pretty tits spilling out of the bra you never had the decency to rip, and a good part of your attention is devoted to how tight her little cunt flutters around you - another is dedicated to rubbing her swollen clit until she screams. You snap your hips into her roughly, hitting all the right spots as she writhes - and Yuna fucking loses it when she gets the chance, gets a hand on your neck as her head falls back and you're taking the reins: "yeah, there, come on, fucking give it to me, holy sh-hiiiit."

There's no pretense in fucking her like this; you kiss the hot line of her mouth and that's when it really unravels. You fuck the words right outta her until the only thing she can remember is "sir, sir, sir, fuck-"

"Aw," you murmur, slowing up to savor the way her mouth falls open. "Good girl. Does my little slut want to cum again already?"

Yuna lets out another quiet gasp. Her brows furrow slightly. Her cunt is fucking gushing, but- 

"No," she says, petulant. "Not yet."

"Are you sure?" You ask, not stopping your hips. "You've been pretty fucking cockdrunk, sweetheart."

Her mouth trembles a little, and then her back is arching so far her chest lifts right into your touch, and:

"Want you to breed me first," she whines. "Your cum. Please, fucking- please."

That, unsurprisingly, is also not in the rulebook: you're supposed to blow into a rubber, but on the third, fourth weekend you meet her, Yuna begs you, eyes big and glossy, and peels the condom off before you can think to argue. How are you meant to resist Yuna's hot little pussy hugging your bare cock like her life depends on it? How are you supposed to say no, with the way she's screaming as you pound her into the sheets - the way she chokes and stumbles all over her pretty pleas to fill her up - the way her arms curl tighter around you when you moan into her throat?

"Yeah, of course," you whisper, into her skin. "I'm gonna stuff your pretty cunt so fucking full."

It's some combination of filthy and nostalgic. When it starts, and stops, and begins again: you don't notice, because every second feels like its own cycle. You don't always cum inside her either - not when you take her to the shower and she instinctively lands on her knees, already enroute to the sloppiest, most mind-numbing blowjob. Not when her mouth rolls down over the head of your cock, guiding your hands onto the swell of her tits - not when her silky tongue and full, round lips slide down to the base.

She looks up at you and takes every fucking inch. 

You don't mean to fuck her face, seriously - it's just her eyes, her pretty, doe-eyed, gentle stare: the second you get both hands in her wet hair, it's hard to break that spell, is the thing. A goner. Lost to it. Her mouth, her lips, her- "Yeah, yeah, oh my god-" you groan.

She doesn't even flinch when you cum on her face, so serious, so debased and sexy in this fucked-out, used-up way, and then she smiles - this sly little quirk - when a rope of cum lands across her cheek. Her hair. Onto the glass behind her. The thing is: you're sorta doomed from here. You're already know you're going to fuck her every way possible; she doesn't even need instructions when you pull her up by the shoulder, flip her around, and fuck her against the shower door. 

"Yuna, sweetie, tighter," and she clenches around you immediately.

The wet skin-on-skin, the way she bites into her arm to silence the noise she's making: god, it's music, you can't let go, and it's better like that, her fucked-dumb little voice just - "You can be louder," you mutter, pressing your chest to her back so that you can bend down, lick her jaw and nip at her neck, listening for her quickening breath.

She moans prettily, makes it clear every time she sucks her lip into her mouth and lets it slip through her teeth as she exhales, that you should be making her moan more often. Your cock hits somewhere deep, some angle that makes her freeze up - oh, god, fuck, right there - and her grip on the handle goes slack.

She drops it altogether, actually: just lets you hold her hair and smear her face into the door.

"Good girl," you praise, feeling her pussy throb around you. You spank, you grab, you pull. You fuck and fuck and fuck-

Christ, Yuna. She’s licking the glass, licking it clean of your cum.

(And you make good on your word. You and your fuck-toy go unnoticed in a public bar, dressed to the nines. She'd slid her long hair behind her ear when she drank, had made pretty faces as you sipped champagne. When you walked out with a hand at the small of her back, she smiled at everyone you passed, her red-lipsticked mouth dazzling in the cold air.)

"I got you a gift," she says later in the cab, which is generally not how these things are supposed to go - her tone is also usually different, too, but the fact is that you'll give her anything.

"Oh? What's that?"

"I'm wearing it, actually." Yuna turns, pulling up the hem of her dress enough to bare her gorgeous ass. There's a silver plug keeping her open, shining and slick. "Well? Shouldn't you put me through a round of testing?"

"Baby," you say, a little strained. Her eyes light up. "That's fucking cheating."

And maybe, technically, not actually following the rules: Yuna sits back, one knee over the other. "Fuck, it feels amazing," she admits in a dreamy, syrupy voice. “But I’m still missing your cum inside of me, honestly. So, y'know."

--------[ fromis_9 Nagyung - @maemisnippets ]-------

You park in a dimly lit street. The lights of the city peering behind the building beside you. Only a few people coming off work walk up and down the street you’re in, looking for a quick bite or drink the rest of the night away. 

Tap tap tap. A silhouette, with long hair and a petite body, appears on your window. You couldn’t see her face too well through the tinted glass, but you can see her signaling to roll your window down. And so you do.

“What are you doing here?” Her eyes come into view.

“Nothing,” you reply. “Just looking around.”

“Looking around?” She talks back. “That’s what they all say. You’re not one of those crazy fans, are you?”

You stare blankly at her, confused on what she’s talking about. “Listen. I’m just here to chill—”

“Do you know who I am?” She cuts you off.

“N-no?”

“I can help you ‘chill’. Just name your price.”

“Um, I have a couple hundred on me right now.”

“Good. Let me in.” You let her in through the other front door.

She wastes not a single second. Her hands travel to your pants, unzipping it. You help her by pulling it down as she takes out your erection from your underwear. She parts her hair to the side before placing your tip against her lips.

You feel the wetness of her lips as she takes in your length, coating it with her spit. Her hand tightly grips the base of your length as she starts sucking your cock at a moderate, steady rhythm. You stifle your moans while trying not to give much of a reaction with your body.

She gives you a sly smile. “Would you mind me making a mess in your car?”

“How much of a mess?”

“Only a tiny bit.” She giggles.

“Does it come with extra?”

“No. Don’t worry about it.”

“Okay, go for it.”

She pauses for a second, staring at your damp erection. She grips your length again, gathers all saliva in her mouth, and gives you that HAWK TUAH.

Her spit lands everywhere. A few drips down to your seat, but not much to be worried about. She sticks her tongue out, contacting your tip and gets back to business. She bobs her head up and down as her lips glide on your length more smoothly. She goes deeper too, taking as much of it in until you reach the back of her throat. 

You feel your climax coming. Your member throbbing signals her of your impending burst, yet she still persists. She slowly increases her pace and starts stroking you in sync with her blowjob. You grip the seat next to you.

“Oh, fuck,” the only words you mutter. You burst a full load into her mouth. She keeps swallowing threads of your seed, but you keep it coming. You use your other hand to rub her head as she still tries to swallow while struggling to keep everything from dripping out of her mouth.

After what felt like forever, she sits up next to you trying to catch her breath. You reach for your wallet and grab three of the biggest bills you find. You hand her the money, “Is this enough?”

“Pleasure doing business,” she answers, grabbing the money. She gives you a small peck on the cheek before stepping out of your car.

“Scored another one today?” Jiwon greets her.

“Fucking company isn’t paying us and I need the money.” Nagyung replies.

“Think he’ll go for sloppy seconds?” Jiwon smirks.

“Go for it.” Nagyung slaps her ass. “You throat slut.”

----------[ TWICE Mina - @costinblazetwice ]-----------

As you watch this dark-haired woman envelop your cock with her mouth, leaving a red ring from her lipstick at the base, you find yourself drifting back to how all this began.

The owner of this huge hotel chain you were staying at had expanded into the escort business and this was a secret that only got passed around to regulars. When you had gotten your hand on the list of all their new available escorts, there was one Japanese girl that caught your attention by the name of Mina. That day you had called her in to keep you company for the night. 

She had arrived wearing a black shirt neatly tucked into her black shorts. She was a shy and sweet girl so it served as a surprise when the clothes came off and she immediately took control, pushing you onto a chair and getting to work with her mouth. 

Your thoughts are abruptly pulled back to the present as an overwhelming pleasure surges through you. Mina's expert tongue and lips bring you to the edge, her eyes locking with yours, filled with a mix of seduction and raw desire. Her hands grip your thighs, nails digging in just enough to add a hint of pain to the pleasure. 

She pulls away just as your hips begin to buck signaling your climax. All you can do in response is groan as strands of spit being the only thing connecting Mina’s mouth to your cock. She takes a hand and uses the spit to lube up your cock before picking herself up and waking over to the bed which she then sits on, turning around so she’s on all fours, giving you a full view of her puckered asshole and the glistening shine over her slit. 

“Don’t make me wait,” Mina says with a seductive drawl, looking over at you from her shoulder. 

She doesn’t need to tell you twice. 

You move behind her, your hands gripping her hips as you guide your cock to her entrance, plunging in with one fell swoop as Mina moans out in ecstasy. The remainder of her spit on your cock and her juices combine to allow you to penetrate her fully and comfortably. 

You leave your length buried deep inside Mina, your hips pressed firmly against her ass. With a deliberate touch, you slide a wet finger into her asshole. She lets out a muffled moan, her body quivering beneath you. Your finger moves in and out with a brisk pace, both of her tight holes clenching around you. The air fills with the rich, musky scent of her stuffed holes, one with your finger and the other with your cock. An intoxicating aroma that is both dirty and erotic.  

“Fuck me already, please,” Mina drawls out, lightly shaking her ass in anticipation. You pull your finger out, using your tongue to wet your thumb which you then place directly at the entrance of her asshole. 

“Yes, m’am.” You reply. 

You pull back, your cock leaving her tight cunt with difficulty as it clenches down, refusing to let go. Once it sits at the entrance, you immediately thrust back in, causing Mina to let out a shriek as her knees give, causing her to collapse on the bed stomach first. 

“So good,” she groans out, face resting on the pillow. You position yourself over her, each of your hands planted firmly on the bed beside her to keep your balance. She's lying flat on her stomach, her body pressed onto the mattress, her legs slightly parted. This position allows you to thrust deeply as you hover above her, your weight supported by your arms, letting you control the rhythm and depth of each thrust.

You quicken your pace, each thrust driving deeper into her. Mina's moans grow louder, her body trembling beneath you. The room fills with the sound of skin meeting skin, her arousal soaking your cock. She grips the sheets, knuckles white, her face flushed.

"You feel so good," you whisper into her ear, her breath hitching in response. 

The air thickens with the raw, primal scent of sex and sweat. Every breath you take is mixed with the intoxicating aroma of her arousal, mingling with your own musk. The smell of her wetness clings to your cock and permeates the room, driving you wild. Mina's hair is damp with sweat, her skin glistening under the dim light. Her ass is stained a light red from all the thrusting, signaling the intensity of the moment. The overpowering, musky scents envelop you both, heightens the ecstasy coursing through your veins. 

You feel the pleasure building up within you and it’s becoming more difficult to hold in. “Fuck, Mina…” is all you can muster out for Mina to understand. You pull yourself out completely and watch as Mina rolls herself over, now laying on the bed with her flushed face facing you. You begin violently jerking your cock, gaze wandering from her slim waist to her petite breasts with her hardened pink nipples. 

You decide for neither but instead for her mouth where her awaiting tongue hangs out. You could only groan out Mina’s name as you release where her tongue sits, climaxing into her mouth. She keeps eye contact with you as she swallows the liquid in its entirety, offering you a sly smirk. 

You lean in, panting, and murmur, "You're my personal escort now, Mina. I want you available anytime I need you." She smiles back, a playful glint in her eyes. "I think you might need an extension," she teases, ready to repeat the events of the night, not just now but for many nights to come. And only for you. 

----------------[ ITZY Yeji - @syeollock ]------------------

It falls, droops past the horizon - and now it’s a blackout. It happens too fast for some people with how cooped up they’ve been: surrendering their time to serve others, earning their keep. It builds up. It stresses them, pushes them over the edge of the barricade, set by whomever, to prevent what's currently happening: them careening on the rocks, skin and flesh tearing at the slightest impact as they get closer and closer to terminal velocity - through impossibility and then some. 

And here you are, braving through the settling dusk, arriving only when the moon’s set itself atop your head - smart to procure your services at the dead of night. 

Just like always, you perform one last check of yourself - there’s a certain standard that you uphold to yourself; after all, you are being paid and this is the least you could do for these troubled individuals. 

It rings, the same annoying, unending, and inevitable ringing that started this escapade. No answer. You check your watch - you’re not late - It ticks and ticks. And for some reason, it mimics the scrambling behind the door of your destination. Enter… well, exit Hwang Yeji, ITZY’s - yes, that ITZY’s - group leader and also your most prominent client so far. 

The sight of her prompts you to turn away. “It was me,” she says with the slightest attempt of hiding her chagrin, “I was the one that called for you and… your services.” 

Chalk it up to collective karma but somehow the Hwang Yeji is in front of you in all of her glory. Keep calm. She’s not exactly who you had in mind as your first booking for the night but certainly not someone you’d decline - not like you have a choice to begin with. 

“Ma’am? Miss? What would you like me to call you?” you say as she lets you through the gate. No response. You’d think she didn’t hear you but you were at arms length with her. And so it was, your words have gone on deaf ears, Yeji’s ears as a consolation, but not what you’d call welcoming, so you decide to take matters into your own hands - aka doing your job. “Yej-” 

Her dainty fingers meet your lips - salty and shaking. Yeji pulls you to the walls, narrowly avoiding the lighthouse-of-a-light from the windows. “Look,” she whispers in the most breathy way possible like she’s got a finger sticking through her rib, “don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m not exactly allowed to be seen with a man… especially in hours like these.” 

“Yeji,” you take her by her wrists, “colour me rude, but my time isn’t exactly cheap. You should know that.” 

“Of course!” Yeji gets a bit too defensive, accidentally flaring her voice out, “fu-” She mumbles, spits even, as your hand interrupts her expletive, something you didn’t expect would come out so naturally from an idol’s mouth - both the word and bodily fluid. 

“Really? Is this what the Hwang Yeji is capable of?” 

Yeji pouts, craning her neck down, putting her eyes on full display as they take shelter under her furrowed brows. 

“Got something to say?” You’ve laid your hands on her already, albeit not sensually so why not go further - trace a finger on her chin, your nail skating along her nerves, dropping further until you start to thumb her collarbone.  Her jaw slacks and she tries to let a word out, however, you’ve sucker punched her, taken the wind out of her sails - your finger a hurricane that stirs something inside her.

Her string of words - not even - are barely able to make it through, “Y-you… I want you.” 

Yeji is as upfront and direct as one can be, and it still somehow takes you aback. “M-may I ask abou- what about me -” you pause, recompose, “- in particular has got you wanting me?” You’re stumbling on her stairway. 

She goes a step too far - a step too close - Yeji leans, places her body weight on your shoulders, pushing you through her door. She props herself up on your shoulders and whispers, “Are we really going to waste time on this?” Caught up in the moment, you couldn’t help but stare - how this creature of myth nuzzles its way to the crook of your neck, how it looks up at you with this unmarred admiration, the same unquestioned look lemmings have before they go plunging down the cliffs..

Yeji debunks it all - an urban legend - with just her lips, the coming to blows of your lips. She’s kissing you, the soft little tug on your clothes, that little look of a successful leap of faith. It’s needy, messy as her tongue slips through your slack jaw. It’s this heavy intoxication that has you feeling like you’re at the bottom of the Mariana Trench, like you’ve just woken up from a heady herbal mix of a concoction. 

It takes a few minutes - a few minutes of lips locked together, tongues wrapping around each other - before you realise the gravity of the situation. Your lips part, instead you take her by wrists, feeling her ramping pulse, and turn her around, back to your torso. “Is this what you had in mind when you called?” you say, thumbing her jaw.

“Ok, don’t judge,” Yeji starts, pausing for a slight moment of repose, “but I… I was looking for something rough, you know? Some stress relief, maybe? Nothing beats getting thrown on the bed with no regards, have my hair pulled, oh God…” 

“Hell, you could have had me gagging on that cock of yours,” she bundles herself tight into your arms, rubs her dainty ass on your cock, “maybe even filled to the brim with your hot cu- Sorry…”

Two, maybe three, hours ago, this person in your arms was yet to be Yeji, and now you’ve eased yourself into her ribs - being the lingering annoyance that could either get her smiling from cheek to cheek or satisfy her more masochistic side.  

You wrap around her with a tad bit of desperation, perhaps realising that your time is running out. “Hey,” you dip your lips into her nape, “I’m not objecting.” Yeji’s head falls back, “God, you’re cute…” She flushes pink - plum - her ivory-like teeth spilling at the corners. 

She draws the vowels out, “So you’d ruin someone cute? Someone like m-” 

“Yes. Someone like you.” Your eyes meet, and you give her one last kiss. “Fuck - sorry - this is nice but I have other clients to attend to. I gave you an extra hour… just cause, but I really would have loved to meet your expectations. Why don’t you book me again tomorrow?”

“No,” a giggle escapes her lips, “no way you thought I was that much of a cheapskate?” 

“Sorry?” You tilt your head quizzically, brows furrowing.

“I booked you for the whole twenty four hours dummy.” 

----------[ Aespa Ningning - @thelibrarian69 ]----------

It was simple, Ningning just had to be your date to your high school reunion. Live up the falsehood you put up, just like anyone there. Any extracurricular activities of the night was up to her. You weren’t rich after all and couldn’t pay for the guaranteed activities to end the night.

“I’m guessing this is good night then?” You and Ningning stand in front of her luxury hotel room door.

Out of your pocket, you pull out a white-thick envelope. You hand it to her as she takes it. A quick peer through it and she closes it.

“Why don’t you come in for a drink? Need to make sure I don’t owe you any change.” A drink with Ningning was nice but you know you gave her the right amount.

“I’m pretty sure I gave you the right amount but if there’s extra, think of it as a tip.” Ningning chuckles at your statement and grabs your hand.

“Come on.” You don’t fight her as you follow her through the door.

The loud smack of your envelope lands on the table, as Ningning pours the two of you a drink. You eye her up and down, examining every detail of her body, from her hour-glassed shaped figure, to her pristine legs.

You're handed the drink as Ningning takes the other. Tapping her glass against yours, Ningning takes a sip. You do the same, as the drink coats your flavor pallet. As you savor the taste, Ningning sets her drink aside. Removing the cup from your hand, Ningning strips you of your jacket.

Your tie is loosened along with the buttons on your shirt. You know what’s in store for tonight, as Ningning soothingly touches your chest.. The touch brings out the excitement within you.

Making the first move, Ningning’s lips connect with yours. The two of you share a passionate kiss.

The kiss breaks, as both you and her make eye contact. The moment is sweet and tender before Ningning drops down to her knees. Undone are your pants and out is your cock, as she grabs it.

Back and forth her hand moved, as she jerked you off. Locking eyes with you, Ningning placed wet kisses on the side of your cock. Each kiss makes a trail leading to the head of your cock. Ending the trail, was a last kiss on the head of your cock.

The kiss turns into a wet lick, that’s soon followed by you entering her mouth. You shudder to the feeling of Ningning’s wet mouth. Each entry of your cock into her mouth was heavenly. Her tongue worked effortlessly on your cock, as her head moved back and forth.

As she works on your cock, you reach down and pull the straps off her shoulders. The action makes her unsheathe you from her mouth. A stare at you and a bite of her lips, she takes in the upper part of your cock.

Ningning locks eyes with you again, as her blowjob gets more aggressive. Her tongue swirls around and flicks at the slit of your cock. Her grip on your cock is harder than before, as it works the lower half of your cock.

All of that soon acclimates to a hands-free blowjob. Fucking her face on your cock, she took you in. In and out your cock went, feeling every inch of her mouth as you hit her throat.

You tense up as your cock is buried within her throat. You use all the willpower you can to not cum. A teasing smile and hum comes from her, as she spits you out and plays with your cock on her lips. A few taps of it on her lips and she gets up on her feet.

A sultry-loving stare is given to you from Ningning. She makes her way to the bedroom, as her figure lures your eyes to her. A step in front of the bed and she undoes her heels. They drop to the carpet floor with a thud. A pull of the zipper and off is her dress. Revealed to you is her alluring back and the skimpy black panties she wore.

A look back at you and you step out of your shoes and pants. You rid yourself of any remaining clothing and make your way to her. You hug her from behind and cup her bare breasts, feeling how taut her nipples are. You place kisses on her neck, before finally choosing a spot you like and sucking on it.

Ningning hisses out to your bite and suction. A gasp follows her hiss, as you grab on to her clothed pussy. You feel how warm it is, as you start rubbing it. Her hands cling onto your wrists as she melts in your arms.

“How… How do you want me?” You unlatch from her neck, thinking of how you wanted to fuck her.

You push her onto the bed, before turning her around. Dropping to your knees, you pull her forward. Sliding her panties to the side, you latch on to her pussy, eating her out. It doesn’t take long for her to push your head into her. Breathless moans spew out of her until the inevitable happens.

Her juices wash over your tongue and into your mouth. You drink up whatever heavenly nectar you can, as Ningning trembled within your grasp. You let her calm down and collect herself.

You keep yourself accompanied with your hand until she’s ready again. Peeling her underwear off, Ningning spreads her legs for you. With two fingers, she spreads her pink pussy apart for you to enter in.

You line yourself up against her. A firm grab of a leg and hulling it over your shoulder, you slip into her. She gasps out and clings on to the bedsheets above her. You feel how tight her insides wrap around you.

You bathe in the pleasurable feeling as you fill her to the brim. A breath in and you move your hips. Slow and easy you were at first, as Ningning’s moans slowly spew out of her. All of that changes though, when you speed up your pace. A yelping scream and louder moans soon follow.

You use her hole in the way you like, hard and fast but savoring with each thrust. Your hips come to a halt, as you feel the slightest tingle of sensational relief. You pull out and collect yourself, as you rub your cock on Ningning’s sensitive clit.

As you gather yourself, Ningning removes her legs from your shoulder. Moving back, she turns over to her stomach, showing you her back side. A move of a leg and you know how she wants you to take her from behind.

Straddling the prone leg, you slip into her. Ningning braces herself on an elbow and turns back to face you. No warm up is needed, as you pick up right where you left off. Her head drops, as she feels how big you are.

You support her lower back with a hand and grab her lush thigh with the other. You ram away at her, as her head tilted in place. Her juices coat your shaft, as her ass ripples and her tits bounce to each impact you deliver.

As the sound of you clapping away at Ningning’s ass fills the room, you see the whites of her eyes. She blinks vividly, as her incoherent moans die out. Her insides tighten around your shaft and within moments your cock is washed over with her slick.

Ningning’s head drops down, as her hair blocks your view of her beautiful face. You brush it aside, as you turn Ningning over to her back. Still connected, you pull a leg over your shoulder and fuck Ningning again.

The sudden thrust surprises her, as she grabs on to your forearm. Her nails dig into you, as she cries out in pleasure. You halt your movements and quickly remove Ningning’s hands off you.

Pulling her other leg over your shoulder, you leverage your position and get the higher ground. The change in position makes Ningning's eyes widen.

With a snap of your hips, Ningning cries out. She shuts her eyes as you start pounding away relentlessly. Each thrust you deliver, fills the room with the sound of your balls smacking against her ass and her incoherent moans. You aggressively chase after your orgasm until you finally reach it.

A hard slam into her and you cum for the first time tonight. You explode inside of her, sending every amount of cum you can into her. Each shot is better than the next and brings you the greatest sense of relief you’ve ever felt.

Releasing Ningning’s legs from your shoulders. You bury yourself within the confines of her neck, as she weakly embraces you. The two of you wait patiently for each other’s second wind to kick in, as a means to satisfy each other once more.

---------[ BADVILLAIN Emma - @coldfanbou ]---------

“How are you doing, mister? You seem down.” A woman asks you, bending over to be at eye level with you as you look up. “I can help you with that.” You meet the woman’s eyes and ask her name. “Call me Emma,” she says, smiling and shaking her head, her red hair shining in the evening light.  The two of you continue the conversation, where you learn Emma was an escort. “If you really want to forget about her, you can come with me.” Emma is proactive, sitting on your lap and caressing your face. “Come on, Daddy.” She says softly. You glance up at her, meeting her smirk. Emma was reading you like a book, figuring out what you’re into just by meeting your gaze. You agree, and Emma climbs off your lap, taking you by the hand and hailing a taxi for the two of you.

You exit the taxi with Emma and stare at the building in front of you, nervous.“Come on, Daddy. Don’t you want to go inside?” Emma says in a low, sultry voice. She runs her fingernail along your chest, slowly rising to your neck and finally stopping at your chin. “I thought you wanted to have some fun.” You stare at the door to the love hotel, wondering if you should go through with it. “That wife of yours cheated on you. Why shouldn’t you get to have some fun?” She whispers to you like a devil on your shoulder. “I’ll make sure to make all your worries disappear.” Emma grabs your hand, leading you inside as the last of your doubt fades away.

You pay for the room, enter the elevator, and head to the top floor where your room is. You step out and see it at the end of the hallway. Emma grabs the key card from you before intertwining her fingers with yours as she holds your hands and runs ahead. You follow her, listening to her laugh as she taps the card and pushes the door aside.

Emma wastes no time, getting you to the bed and pushing you onto it. She pulls down your pants and rubs your cock through your boxer, licking her lips as she feels your cock get harder. You stare at Emma, watching her smirk grow larger as she pulls on the waistband and frees your cock. She grabs it gently, her grip slowly getting tighter as she runs her hand up and down your shaft. “You’re so hard, Daddy. Is it because of me?” She asks, pulling the bottom of her top up to reveal her perky tits. Dark brown nipples topped her tanned breasts; Emma felt your cock twitch and laughed. “Thank you for liking them, Daddy,” She says, shaking her upper body so her tits swayed. Emma bent over, her hot breath hitting the head of your head before you felt her tongue run along the underside. “I don’t think I’ll be able to fit you inside,” She says, wrapping her lips around the tip of your cock, her tongue gently lapping it.

“Ah, Emma.” You groan, her warm tongue swirling around the tip.

“Yes, Daddy?” She asks, a smile on her face as she takes control. “What is it, Daddy?” She asks when you don’t respond; while she waits, Emma moves her tongue quickly over the head.

“You’re so good at this.”

Emma smiles and pulls away, “It’s my job.” She says before standing up and unbuttoning her pants. She let them fall to the floor; her lacy black panties were the only barrier now, and they disappeared just as quickly. You took in Emma’s tanned body, noticing her toned stomach. Emma picked up on your staring, “I was a dancer.” She says casually before climbing onto the bed and straddling you. Emma grinds against you slowly; she moans softly and grabs your hands, placing them on her tits. “Mmm, Daddy, I want you.” She groans, rising slowly off you. Emma grabs your cock, rubbing it against her folds before pressing it against her entrance and sinking onto it. She tilts her head back, letting her low moans fill the room as you stretch her cunt. “Ah, Daddy, you’re so big.” She moans as she slows down, taking her time as she finishes taking in your cock.

Your grip on her tits grows rougher as you feel how tight she is. Emma smiles, enjoying the roughness. She begins to bounce on your cock, slowly at first.  Every time Emma bounces on your cock, she becomes a little faster until she’s slamming herself down on you. She leans down, kissing you, her tongue invading your mouth as she continues to ride you.

Your hands move down to her waist for a moment before reaching for her ass. You spank her roughly, earning yourself a cry of pleasure from Emma. “You’re being so rough, Daddy.” She moans as you spank her more.

“You’re such a naughty girl,” you grunt through the pleasure.

“Only for you,” She says, continuing to ride as you grab her ass and begin thrusting. Emma’s moans grow louder, barely contained by the love hotel’s thin walls, as you both near your climax. You thrust quickly, driving your cock deep into Emma before burying yourself inside and cumming in her. Emma rocks her hips as you cum, letting her walls flex around your cock in different positions, draining you of your cum. She tilts her head back, groaning as she feels your warm semen being pumped into her. As she returns her gaze to you, Emma rubs her stomach, “You filled me with so much cum, Daddy. I might get pregnant.” She plants a kiss on your cheek as you rest. You end up falling asleep. When you wake up, you find a note from Emma. “Thanks for the good time, Daddy. I took my payment. I hope we can do this again. I’ll meet you in the park when you want to. Here’s my number.”

-----------[ Le Sserafim Yunjin - @praeluxius ]----------

"Back again? Chip in the box, you know how it works." The doorman is crisp down to every last detail, from his red suit to his slick-back hair to his expensive silver-plated glasses. You hit the button on your wrist, the metal drops away from your skin and falls into the box. The doors of the Stray Sheep retract and it's all so red. The couches, the bar, the rugs, the furniture, the chandelier even, as if the whole bar was dipped in blood and set out to dry.

"The lamb has come to play. What'll it be?"

"The same as always, Ithill," you tell him, with your typical droning voice.

"The wife still giving you that same old problem?" He laughs as if he knows the answer before the question is ever said. "There's so much desire in you tonight. Well, I have a solution for you. Why don't you take a drink from this full-bodied red tonight? Guaranteed to appease your thirst. A special vintage." He pushes a goblet toward you. It's made of gold and holds a swirling concoction that pulses with energy like blood in a heart.

"And what will this one cost me?"

"Everything. And nothing." He stands looking down his high-bridged nose at you, his jet-black shades obscuring his iris. He's a towering hulk of a man, and he wears his ruby-red suit impeccably. He laughs something terrible and deep, and you laugh with him. "As it always does."

"As it always will," you swallow air in a big gulp before reaching out for the ornate goblet.

"Bottoms up, and drink deep."

The goblet reaches your lips, cold metal on soft, sensitive skin. The liquid climbs from the cup, and so red it is, consuming and overwhelming. All you see is red. Blood red. Wine red. Red as fucking hell. Redder. Your vision blots black now until there's nothing. Your lungs don't take air, yet you don't feel the need for breath. You don't even notice your own heart. Nothing.

The first thing you see is her hair. In an ocean of black, something breaks the waves. Red. Her fingers slip through her locks, teasing a curling spiral into being. Red nails. So red. You find yourself transfixed.

The colour of love. Or hate.

A finger at her pouty, perfect lips tells you all you need to know. No words. In an instant, she's closer. Soft, full lips on yours. She breathes heat, and the embers spark inside your gut.

Her fingers are all over you now, her painted fingernails scratching, digging at your skin. Where your clothes should be, but they aren't, they're gone. A voice whispers into you. Whispers from all around you. They cry out for you—at you. Whore. Cheat.

You're erect. No, erect isn't right. The word itself isn't right, somehow. Not just the tingling excitement of a hot woman around you, but also a certain sort of discomfort. Unyielding and stiff. Wood, solid as a two-by-four. An arm's length protruding, inhuman erection. You're a little sick, sickened. Yet, you have no problem imagining exactly what you plan on doing with it.

She bends a leg around you, long and lithe. Her arms surround you. Embrace you. You're sitting on something soft as her lips work at your neck and you sink back. It's not a chair. You're falling and falling into a silken embrace. Skin burning when her teeth leave marks on you.

She slides across you like a snake on the sand. Slowly, softly, predatory in nature. Those lips of hers meet yours. And then a tongue, and then the embers within turn to flames. Hot, the inferno builds and burns within you. Tongues intertwined and slippery and warm. The smell and the taste are incredible. Strawberries, coffee, chocolate. Lavender, rosemary, jasmine, vanilla, sandalwood, cedar, patchouli, lily. Why are there so many?

Your eyes flicker shut. Your body relaxes. Let her consume you. Let her devour you. There's nothing left to feel anymore but her. She consumes you, all of you, so deep into her that there's no hope of separating where she starts and you end. All you can see is her, all you can taste is her, feel her, smell her, know her. Her who has no name.

"Yunjin." A question unspoken, but answered nonetheless, from your thoughts to her mouth. "Will you give me your world?"

You want to. You have no world. You never did. Nothing to lose. A family you've shamed already. You have her. Give her everything. Give her all, you fucking whore. Cheater. Hypocrite. Worthless man.

You're as deep in her as far as your hardness can go, and she's riding hard. Not wild, but constant. Hard, steady work. Eyes locked, hearts synchronizing, even with hers beating in some other realm. Thump. Thump thump. Thump thump.

Flesh hits on flesh, sweat-drenched as you are. You kiss at her breasts, bite her neck, and whisper her name over and over, thrusting deep within. The sweet sting of her long red nails against your arms.

Hands on her ass, you hold a grip so tight it could squeeze the red of her skin right off and let the black pour out. You fuck into her so far, so hard and fast, her tits bounce. Her long hair hangs limp and swaying over her shoulders, yet that smile of hers never vanishes. Never breaking, never fading, always smiling, grinning. And you cum deep. Cum so hard as the orgasm rips out of you, squeezing her deeper and deeper, bringing her right to you. Her walls tense; you let them squeeze it all out, everything you have left.

When it should have stopped, it didn't. The orgasm tore away inside you and wouldn't fade. She laughs and moans, writhes and screams, the sensation becoming so powerful and so overwhelming that the world itself shatters around you.

Spiralling lights of red and darkness break into view like fireworks, like stars burning a brilliant death, breaking in their light, dancing across the air like mist or steam. Every sensation in you blazes, your body, heart, and soul. Still, you burst with rapturous exultation beyond mortal measure, and only does it stop when she has drained from you everything she needs, everything she desires. And only then can you slip back into a slumber.

She climbs from you as you drift away, her eyes burn a scintillating red as she towers over you. Her teeth grow sharp. Wings of leather burst forth from her skin and her flesh crawls with grey and grey and darker grey, morphing before your very eyes. Your body is a rag. You cannot move. Yet your mind does not fade as sleep takes you. You still see her in all of her glory, beautiful and horrific, grey and crimson red and black and twisted.

Yunjin. The name that escaped from your lips. A demon—set upon you by Ithill.

Ithill.

Lilith.

-----------[ IVE Rei - @banananutsmuthie ]-------------

You’re not sure how much money you’ve already spent. Hell, you’re not even sure how many times you’ve been here, but who’s counting? The only number that matters now is ten minutes. 

Ten minutes not because that’s all you need; you’d stay all night until you’re fucked to death by these idols if you could afford it. And as soon as she walks through the door, those ten minutes start to melt away from the timer on the wall, counting down to inevitable. How ten minutes feel like a lifetime and yet like a fleeting moment is beyond comprehension.

And yet, it’s just enough time to fulfill those nasty little fantasies you’ve had of this sexy fuckable idol.

Rei is wearing this little leather number—shorts hugging those breedable handles she calls hips and a top that’s selling those bountiful breasts harder than a used car salesman. She goes through the whole spiel of telling you her name and what group she’s in. 

“Yes, I know who you are,” you respond.

Rei looks behind her to where your anxious gaze meets the timer. A small gasp leaves that tiny frame of hers from how little time you’ve rented her out. 

That’s fine. She’s a pro and knows exactly how to cater to her clients. First, she tugs off her shorts that struggle briefly at the widest part of her hips, then climbs onto the bed on your already-naked lap (hey, time is money). That tight, juicy pussy rubs against your cock as she wraps her arms around your neck. Rei gives you the cutest smile you’ve ever seen from these pretty little fuckdolls.

“So what’ll it be?”

You don’t even need to answer. One glance down her tight top and Rei knows exactly what you need. She grabs you by the shaft, lining her opening with your tip before sinking down the entire length of your cock. 

“How’s this feel?” she whispers, her sultry, warm breath beating against your ear.

You give her a soft slap on that supple ass, but it’s her hips that call out for your hands to grab hold. It’s uncanny how ergonomic they are as your hands start to piston her body up and down your hardening cock. She’s already wet from a couple thrusts, coating your cock the more you delve into Rei’s tight pussy.

But there just isn’t enough time for a full fuck marathon, is there? You know it. She knows it. So when she’s satisfied with just how rock hard your cock is throbbing inside her, she gets off your lap. Rei’s getting on her knees, and she’s about to make the space between your parted thighs her home for the next seven minutes.

“I’ll take care of you, just let me do all the work,” she assures.

Rei conjures enough saliva and manages to aim it between her breasts, using her index finger in her cleavage like she’s stirring cream into her coffee. The sight alone is almost worth the price of admission. When she’s satisfied, she leans closer, taking your cock underneath her top and through her breasts, right where her saliva and the pussy juice she already lathered on your cock form to make a not-so-holy makeshift lube.

And. Holy. Fuck.

Look—it’s not every day you come across a well-endowed idol like Rei. Sure, there’s Karina and Eunbi, but they’re a little out of your price range. But Rei? Literally the best bang for your buck. This girl’s tit job is suffocating.

At first, she starts slow, letting you enjoy it before the real fun begins. She’ll push her tits down on your crotch until the tip of your cock breaches the surface of her cleavage before bobbing back up as the soft inside between her chest envelopes your cock. She pushes her breasts together, jiggles them to make sure you get the whole experience. Even slaps her tits a little. And then she repeats. Again and again.

But it’s not enough. You want more. You crave more. Rei smiles because she knows. She zips off that top, and it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever laid eyes on. Rei’s perfect perky tits are a godsend. She’s pushing them together even tighter now against your hard cock, her soft fair skin pulsating and shimmering in her own bodily fluids. Rei checks back at the timer behind her: less than three minutes left. You try to reach out and pinch her nipples but she’s pushing to overdrive and bobbing way too fast now.

“Shit, Rei!”

You can’t help but exclaim just how good she is. It’s her devilish smile. It’s those innocent eyes goading you to drench her tits. It’s the little beads of sweat forming at the top of her chest starting to mix with her spit and pussy juice. It’s Rei pushing her breasts together tighter, pumping against your cock faster, clapping her breasts together louder. 

And just like that, she’s got you. She’s fucking got you.

Now, not since Vesuvius wiped out Pompeii has there been absolute destruction via explosive eruption. But this? History books will be rewritten on what happens here. They’ll talk about the precursors: the telltale tremors against the bed as you clench the sheets tighter, feet locking around Rei and pulling her closer, every muscle tightening up. Historians will talk about how long you tried to hold out, which makes this eruption even more violent than usual.

You, however, are not a historian. You’re writing this story in real time, balls wound up so tight, cock almost numb to Rei’s constant rubbing until you finally explode. The first shot is a rocket to the moon, white hot magma raining down on her breasts in chaotic disaster. And it just keeps coming. Rei is giggling with just how well she’s milking you with her milkers, continuing to take her between her tits until she’s fucked you dry.

By the end of it all, Rei’s left in a mess between your legs. There’s cum everywhere. It’s beautiful. A shot reaches the stratosphere, and in the aftermath, a glob of white at her hairline. Her lips catch another stray string of cum that dribbles down her chin, but the destruction really rests on those breasts. So much so, that it’s almost hard to believe with how much real estate her breasts take up, you’ve managed to cover a majority of her chest. Rei’s breasts are such a national treasure, that what you’ve done to this poor girl’s chest will qualify those drenched tits as a candidate for a UNESCO World Heritage site.

You can’t help but repeat yourself of a job well done. Shit, Rei!

“What can I say?” she says with a satisfied smirk as she uses your knees as leverage to help herself up off the floor. She grabs her tossed garments, but she lets you watch that tight little ass jiggle bare-naked with each step on her way out. Perhaps that’s another conquest for your next visit. The timer on the clock blinking three zeroes makes sure of it. 

Rei stops at the doorway and lets you take it all in one final time. Three fingers swipe at the sticky mess on her stomach, following the trail up between her breasts before wiping the remnants dangling from her chin.

“So,” she says after gulping down what she’s collected on her fingers, “I hate to ask—”

The delirium of a mind-blowing tit job almost drowns out what she’s asking, but you’ve been here enough times to know the question. It’s clockwork. Doesn’t matter if it’s Rei or one of the other idol escorts—it’s the immutable, universal question. So before she can even finish asking, you give her the answer you always give, the only answer that ensures both of you are satisfied:

“Five stars."

-------[ Lee Chaeyeon - @brokennightmares01 ]-------

Do people ever really get a second chance at life?

A question that humans more often found themselves asking. With all the sins that a human commits on a daily basis, the constant fear of losing their chance at life constantly chases them. This idea very much applies to yourself. 

“Fuck, just like that baby~” The girl beneath you have been on your dick for a while now. Her accumulating saliva—coating your tip all the way to the base. You’ve already lost count on how many times you called Chaeyeon, however she was a sin that you would always commit.  

“M-master, fuck me. Fuck me in the face like you always do.” You’re the one supposed to be in power in this situation, but you ended up following her words. Taking a handful of her hair you forcefully let her face meet the end of your crotch. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, not a single gag reflex activated from the girl. You even felt a slight breath on your skin as she inhaled more of the musky scent. After a few more seconds you released the girl, who’s gasping for air, but her expression was thankful for your actions. 

Still chasing your high, you held on the girl’s hips, pulling her over to you as you cores met. You feel how wet the girl is as your cock slips on her slit. 

“Choking on my dick has made you this wet?” A stupid question when the answer is right in front of you. Not wasting any more of your time you plunge yourself inside her, making her arch her back. 

“Too much, too much, too much, ahh,” she moaned to your relentless pounding, her legs already shaking from the orgasm that she’s having. “Outside p-please do it outside, I’m not safe…”  With complete disregard to her pleas you shoved your cock one last time you shove yourself to the depths of her insides. You’ve cummed more than twice already yet your cock keeps painting her walls white. Once you pull out some of the excess start to drip down her thighs. 

You’re panting from all the movement that you have done, and you took a stick of cigarette to smoke. The sound of the breathing is then interrupted by the ringing of your phone. You pause for a second thinking if it’s the right thing to answer, but suspicion would be higher if you didn’t. 

“Hello, love!” A cheerful voice greets you on the other line. 

“How is my…” a moment of hesitation hits you. The realization that you even have the right to call her the next few words has entered your mind. “ … love of my life.”  You felt your throat dry up, and your eyes glanced at the body of the naked woman laying down a few feet from you. 

“I’m doing good! I really miss you. By the way I called to remind you that the dinner with my parents and sister is pushing through,” you sigh silently the guilt is not helping you as your hands begin to tremble. 

“Of course I didn’t forget.” You told her, and after a few more exchanges she hangs up. 

“You’re trembling now after talking to my sister, pathetic.” Chaeyeon turns to you, a devilish smile on her face. She’s right, moments ago you were relentlessly fucking her like you didn’t have someone waiting for you at home. “Don’t worry about her, she 'll never find out what we have…” The girl sits up, pressing her still sweaty body on your back. Her nipples were still hard as she started to rub on you.   

Do people ever really get a second chance at life?

You know there isn’t one for you. 

[hiitsm]

Embracing New Intimacy

Embracing New Intimacy is for 18+ only.

Fluff & Smut

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"Mi vida, can you please not do that?" Alexia says as she walks through the door of your shared apartment, closing it quickly behind her.

Her hair is stil damp from the shower she took after her long training session, and she looks absolutely beautiful. Seeing her makes you smile.

"Can't do what?" you ask innocently, continuing to clean the kitchen. It wasn't really necessary, but whenever you have nothing else to do, you clean. It makes you feel useful and helps to ease your mind. Sometimes even you find it a bit strange.

"You are literally only wearing my favorite slip and a t-shirt," your girlfriend says as she walks up to you, gently grabbing your butt.

"How is it your favorite slip when I bought it?" you ask, raising your eyebrows playfully.

"Because I love it on you. It makes me feel certain things, so it's my favorite," she replies softly, her eyes twinkling.

You lean in and kiss her gently on the lips, trying to divert the conversation. She responds, sighing softly, but then pushes you away playfully. "No, what if I brought a teammate here?" she says, her eyes wide.

"Then they saw me like this. I'm not ashamed of my own body, amor. And this is our apartment," you reassure her, hoping to ease her mind.

"But you are mine, and I want to be the only one who sees you like this,' she says, making you smile.

"Whose am I?" you ask innocently.

"Mine," she answers with a soft smile.

You lean in and kiss her again, this time with more passion, feeling the connection deepen between you.

You both get lost in the moment, your girlfriend holding you even tighter as you feel your body surrendering to her.

That's when you remember what you got for the two of you. The thought makes you feel a mix of nervousness and excitement. With a shy smile, you gently pull away.

"I"ve got us a little something. Let me get it," you say, stepping out of her embrace.

"What did you get us?" Alexia asks, her curiosity piqued.

"Close your eyes," you tell her. She does so without hesitation, trusting you completely.

You feel a bit reluctant, aware that this could go either way. It could be wonderful, or it could be less so. You and Alexia had discussed it before, and you knew she was still hesitant. Yet, you also knew that this gesture would show her how much you trust her and how deeply you want this, with her.

You place the box gently in her hand. "Okay, open your eyes," you say. She opens them almost immediately, looking at the box in her hand. Though she remains quiet, you notice a soft smile forming on her lips.

"Just because I've done this with others doesn't mean we have to", she says softly, gesturing to the new strap-on in the box you bought for the two of you.

You and your girlfriend have always been very open about your past relationships, including experiences in the bedroom. While this level of openness might seem strange to some, it has greatly benefited both of you.

You don't have any experience with toys, and whenever you and Alexia discussed it, you would always become a bit shy. You weren't ready then.

But now, you've been ready for a while. You want to give her full control, to place your complete trust in her. However, Alexia has been hesitant, fearing that you might feel pressured into it just because she has done it with others.

"I promise you that I want this. I want to do this with you, together," you say softly, looking deeply into her eyes as you pull her into your embrace.

"Okay," she responds, burying her face in your neck and letting out a nervous giggle. It's a response you always find endearing.

The innocence fades as she kisses your neck softly. You love her gentle touch, it stirs feelings that only she can evoke in you.

Slowly, she trails kisses towards your lips, kissing them softly and slowly, finding the perfect pace to savor every moment. It's arousing, intensely so. You pull her closer, craving to feel every part of her against your body.

However, you can't pull her any closer because your girlfriend has placed the box on the kitchen counter before grabbing you and pulling you onto it.

She gazes into your eyes, her hands resting firmly on your upper thighs, sending a thrill through you. A soft smile graces her lips, causing you to blush ever so slightly.

"I love you," she whispers before kissing you softly once more.

"I love you too," you reply, gently taking her chin and pulling her in for another kiss, Iost in the moment together.

She makes no move to take off her clothes or remove your shirt. Instead, she goes straight to your core.

"This is my favorite slip because it looks beautiful on you,'' she remarks, her eyes lingering on it and noticing the wet spot, a slight smirk playing on her lips. "It looks even more beautiful when it's wet,'' she adds, trying to sound smug, but both of you end up chuckling.

"It's true," she continues after a moment, a blush forming on her cheeks as her thumbs lightly stroke the damp spot, causing you to squirm with anticipation.

She pulls the slip down slightly, then slides her tongue through your folds. Both of you moan softly in pleasure as she plays with your clit, circling it with gentle motions. You gently grab her hair, she always makes you feel so good, every time.

Before you can reach the edge, she pulls away, kissing your lips softly before lifting you off the counter. Your legs find her waist effortlessly as she grabs the box and leads both of you towards your shared bedroom.

She sits you down gently on the bed and helps you pull your shirt off. Your bare breasts capture her attention, and she softly sucks on each nipple, causing you to squirm and chuckle with delight.

You gently pull her away and assist her in undressing before grabbing the box and preparing everything.

"Okay,'' you say, having lined everything up on the bed.

"Okay," she replies softly, kissing you on the lips before grabbing the harness and putting it on.

You notice a hint of nervousness in her movements, and when you meet her gaze, you see a blush spreading across both of her cheeks.

You gently take her hand in yours. "You don't have to be nervous," you assure her softly.

"I am a little because I'm doing this with you," she admits, glancing away slightly in embarrassment.

"We're doing this together," you say firmly, cupping her face and kissing her on the lips. "Sí, amor," she responds, pulling the harness on completely, and you both chuckle nervously.

She lays you down on your back and hovers over you. Both of you glance down at the strap, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement for what's to come. When your eyes meet again, you both blush at the intense, soft looks on each other's faces.

"I am a little nervous because you are the love of my life, and you are making me feel things that I've never felt before," she says, taking a deep, shuddering breath. "You are perfect for me. I don't want to hurt you,' she admits softly.

You smile at her and kiss her gently. "I appreciate that, mi vida. You are perfect for me too. I want to do this with you, together. You won't hurt me, and if you do, then I will tell you, just like how you would tell me," you reassure her softly.

She smiles back at you, her beautiful eyes reflecting her gratitude and affection.

You both take another moment to fully immerse yourselves in this new experience together. "I love you," she says, her smile radiant and warm.

"I love you too," you reply, tilting your head up to meet her lips and kissing her deeply. The kiss starts softly but quickly deepens in intensity.

Alexia aligns the strap-on with your core, her touch gentle and precise.

She is so gentle, so perfect.

"Are you feeling alright?" she asks softly, whispering in your ear as she enters you gently.

"Yes, you manage to say, but your breathing betrays your true feelings, causing Alexia to pause.

"Tell me when I can continue,'' she says, kissing you tenderly and not stopping until you feel better.

After a moment, the initial stinging sensation fades, replaced bya sensation of pleasure that feels almost overwhelming.

"Please continue", you manage to say in between kisses, and she does, resuming with a soft and steady pace.

Alexia rocks her hips back and forth, the strap-on giving her an incredible sensation on her clit. She allows herself to fully experience every sensation, to surrender herself to you completely, and you reciprocate in kind.

Soon, the two of you are lost in a symphony of moans and pleasure, completely immersed in the intensity of the moment.

"You look so beautiful like this, amor" she tells you, her words intensifying the sensations between your legs.

"You're taking me so well," she whispers teasingly in your ear, making you chuckle softly.

"It's okay if you're feeling close, because feel the same way" she adds, her voice filled with warmth and desire.

You can feel her smiling against your neck, adding to the intimacy of the moment.

As you both continue, the intensity builds, each movement and touch deepening your connection. The room fills with the sounds of your pleasure, echoing the love and trust you share.

You find yourselves reaching the peak together, bodies and hearts entwined in ecstasy. Afterwards, you hold each other close, basking in the afterglow of your shared experience.

"I love you," she whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

"I love you too,'' you reply softly, tracing patterns on her skin.

Together, you've embraced vulnerability, trust, and love in its most profound expression.

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This might have some grammar errors because I haven't proof read it well.

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[im-yn-suckers]

could you pls do nikixfem reader with 32a bra size? sfw, ofc!! likes shes insecure, but niki absolutely loves them!!!

wait, this is actually like nawww not my exact size dude too

warnings-bras, kissing, BOOBS, (im straight iswear) hugs, not fully nude but nude? ig, lmk what else

you were walking around the mall with your boyfriend. walking past victorias secret you, stopped. "wait! i need a new bra" tired of your cappuccino-colored bra with frayed edges, you were going to treat yourself with a new one you saw online, a super cute beige-cream colored one with strawberries printed on it.(i actually wish they had one like this ive never seen one)

you walked to the aisle with the strawberry bras and frantically checked for your size, "babe, its kind just a bra" "no, its not 'kind of just a bra' its super cute and have you seen the brown one, big no-no''

you were unpleasantly surprised to find that that there were non of the bras in your size. oh well, time to go home, with the same old cappuccino colored bra with the frayed edges.

you were changing into pajamas (nikis t shirt and sweats) in his room. now, the two of you were comfortable with anything, and literally anything.you twi moved in together and tonight, you were going to have a pj party!

looking at yourself in the mirror, you saw a body. with a pair of oversized, grey sweatpants, a cappuccino colored bra with frayed edges, and a long face.

cupping your breasts, you look down at them. 'why arent i at least a b cup? thats so pathetic.' you thought to yourself as you kept staring down at your chest. suddenly, you felt hair on your neck, skin against your back and cold metal near your bellybutton.

his silver rings sending shivers down your spine, meet your warm skin. 'whats the matter baby, why the long face?'

'nothing, just looking at how the pants fit'

'in just a bra, with your hands on your boobs? i dont think so. are you alright, youve been like this since we left victorias secret'

'im sure, just disappointed.' at this point you were turned around, with your arms around his bare neck

'm'kay, just checking' he pecked your lips holding your waist.

'come on, lets go to the living room.' he seemed rather eager to get to the living room

'i dont have a shirt on'

'and? its our house, no guests tonight. alright, tell you what, we can wear matching sweat and neither of us will wear a shirt'

'alright' you laughed and headed to the living room, without a shirt

a movie , two spilled drinks, one dropped cupcake and approximately 35 kisses later, he pulls out a small box from the corner closest to him.

'hey, i got you something' you open the gift with a smile on your face.

you smile and feel tears gather in your eyes. before you pull out the gift, he pulls you into a hug. you break the hug and laugh. 'where'd you find these'

'bought it online, i knew you'd like it.' 'thank you' 'now, you wont have to wear this one, i know you hate it. thats not why you were looking to the mirror though'

you avoided eye contact very awkwardly. no words were exchanged, only hugs. no words were needed

many movies later, there were two sleeping potatoes on the couch and netflix asking if you were still watching. no you werent, how were the potatoes sleeping, ask you may, definitely not with niki sleeping on your boobs. nope, not it.

no bc why is it actually o hard to find bras in my size

[blueberrypancakesworld]

hi, can you now switch it up so she takes dead's virginity? she has some experience but he's very nervous

My little Gravestone

warning : smut, p in v, kissing, fluff/comfort

Info : Of course you can have something like this enjoy it and have fun reading ;)

masterlist

Disclaimer : I don't want to glorify anything, it's about the actors who play a role, not the real events.

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It was a normal day in the music store, the sun was shining brightly over the city and with some difficulty penetrated through the darkened windows of the Black Circle store.

Behind the cash register, the band founder was counting the money, Faust was lying on the beanbag and Dead was sitting on the bed with his girlfriend as the two of them worked on new album covers together but she saw that his eyes kept going back to her. 

To the short skirt she was wearing because of the heat, the top with the holes cut in it and the dark lipstick. ,,Let me see," she said as she took the paper from him and looked at him.

He had hardly done anything and a grin came to her lips, knowing that Dead was still a virgin, unlike her, and yet he had never made any attempts to approach her. 

Maybe out of insecurity, maybe because he didn't know how...so why not change that a little?

That very evening she had bought her friends a box of beer so that Euronymous, Faust and the others all stayed in the store and she had Dead to herself. ,,Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked him as they both got up from the sofa, the TV flickering saatically. 

She had asked him so carefully and without insistence whether he wanted to try it. The evening was quiet and relaxing, a horror movie here and a beer there.

But especially with the blondes, it was like a frightened animal, every touch could sometimes be too much and especially when it came to his first time, something like this should be careful, intimate and pleasant. ,,I'm sure...I just don't know how to start," he mumbled and looked up at her as she took his hand and pulled him up the stairs with her. 

She went into his room with him and closed the door, where she could literally see his amazement. ,,Do you like it?" she asked quietly as she decorated the room a little, a few bones here and there, some blood and candles leading the way to the mattress.

She slowly slipped her top and skirt off her body, walked towards him and snuggled up to him. ,,Is that all right?" she asked, slowly entangling him in a kiss as she guided them both onto the mattress. 

He made himself a little comfortable as she began to run her hands over his body. Pulling the fabric of his t-shirt over him, Dead examined his pale torso with excitement as his hands wandered uncertainly but steadily towards her.

,,May I?" he asked almost huskily as he waited in front of her breasts ,,Of course...I'm all yours" she mumbled with a warm smile as she began to kiss her way down his neck. 

Leaving marks on his aorta, he could feel his heart beating faster, gasping as she bit into his Adam's apple. ,,I knew you'd like it," she told him, seeing his pale hat turn a quick shade of pink, but he slowly let his fingers wander over her body with more confidence. 

Her surprised sigh made him pause, ,,Is it okay?" He asked and wanted to take his fingers off her breasts but she just pressed herself against him, shuddering as she was surprised at how skillful he was with his fingers. 

The tingling of the two sensitive nipples went straight to her center. ,,Fuck sweetie you don't know how good you are" she let him know seeing the ashamed grin as he explored more of her and she took his body further.

She took one hand slowly from him and slid it down to his cock which was already half hard and he let out a surprised moan as she stroked him. 

,,Do you think we should try it slowly?" she asked and kissed her way down his pale torso, which was covered in small and large nibbles, feeling him shiver with each kiss at his former injuries.

,,Yes, I want you...please," he murmured and took the initiative to demand a little more as he engaged her in a kiss that she gladly accepted. 

Slowly settling on his midsection, she rubbed herself against him, feeling how much she wanted him herself. ,,I'll take the pill, don't worry...we won't have any little skulls," she joked, seeing that he looked a little surprised at first before he laughed benevolently, relaxed and she was happy that she could take away the last of his insecurities. 

They both slipped out of the last of their clothes before she gave him one last look and asked if it was okay. If he wanted it, if he wanted it exactly the way she wanted it. If this relationship they had would go that far but she did when he gave her permission.

Before she gently lowered herself onto him, his cock filling her more than well, his own moans joining hers as they both got used to it. The feeling of feeling the other in a different way than they had ever felt before. It was more intimate than any hand-holding, kissing or looking. 

But it was perfect when she saw the glint of lust reflecting in his own bright eyes. ,,Fuck-you-you feel so unbelievable," he gasped, seeming to place his hands on her hips automatically after the moment of familiarization when she slowly began to move. 

She saw his initial slight overstrain, the feeling became too much for a moment. But he gave her a look of veiled lust as she groaned in surprise, her fingers trailing over his torso as he moved slightly.

,,Good-fuck, just like that," she praised him, drawing red circles over his chest with her fingernails, joining in his rhythm and letting him do a little. Was glad that he had woken up from his coffin, that he had found pleasure in sex, that he had learned something new that he could focus on with her. Could focus on. 

The murmuring words, the cursing and moaning from him filled the room as she tightened a little around him. The blonde hair sticking to her through the light film of sweat as well as her the smell of sex in the air and yet it was just the two of them.

The kisses they exchanged were more intimate and eager than any other, his lips kissing her, exploring her body, kissing along her neck. What was initially reserved became pure desire for him when she mounted him. 

But she felt the twitching of his cock, his rhythm became more indefinable and his eyes kept searching for her permission. ,,Me-me please can I?" he mumbled, they both knew he was close to his climax and she herself felt the tingling in her abdomen.

,,Is-ah is good do darling" she allowed him to feel it as it was true only moments later as he poured into her and she came only moments later as they both held on to each other. 

A wince went through both of their bodies as she slowly rose from her heart and lay down beside him. ,,That... that was just incredible," he gushed as he turned to his beloved, his hands seeking hers and he gave her a soft, grateful kiss on the forehead.

,,Thank you... for the opportunity... for giving me this," he mumbled and smiled slightly, a smile she returned, a smile she would never forget. A smile full of shared love in return.

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@icarus-star , @ria-coolgirl , @angelsanarchy , @nunezs-stuff , @mimi-kiwi , @oceansrose2002

[marchsfreakshow]

Having Their Fill [JPM & The Countess]

Angst. Almost smut.

You knew The Countess switches lovers like that. It upset you and wished to not have be cursed the blood virus anymore. That meant being hers forever.

Warnings: blood mention, body checking, self image talk, weight talk, implied smut & dub-con. Fem!reader

I love this idea, and I hope you like this little thing I made up. Literally re-watching Hotel so I can get this out.

Your perspective.

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I stared at the image in the mirror. My gorgeous girlfriend, I guess you could call her that, The Countess, bought me it so she could have me look at myself during sex. Why? Fuck if I know. My eyes were always shut closed because of how made me feel while we were fucking. The stars always aligned when we were together, but I never took it too much to heart. Tristan and Liz told me that eventually she would get bored, throw me out and leave me be on the streets.

The body in front of me wasn't fun. It's not interesting, nothing is correct. No one would like this body. Too fat, too thin, too ugly, too skinny, too curvy. Everything and nothing at the same time. A loud sigh escaped me as she came in. "You've been staring at yourself for an hour love.." She said, walking towards me and my naked body. "Never doubt yourself. You're so beautiful. My lovely girl forever."

"Unlikely." I snorted.

"What do you mean?" Her eyes narrowed. People disagreeing with her meant death, but I could never believe her. She let me go and I got dressed. Slowly. My hands felt weak, I couldn't do much. It felt lonely here sometimes.

"I know you. I've been told about your past lovers...it's just a matter of time until you let me go and find another." Trousers on, still shirtless but wearing a bra. Looking up in the mirror, I saw her staring at my reflection.

"That may be true. You are so much different than the people before you." She placed a calm hand on my shoulder, but I slapped it away.

"Not fucking likely! You turn them, make them love you then throw them away or kill them!! How can I fucking love you so much when that fate awaits me.." Seething my teeth, I threw on my shirt lazily, barely doing up the bottom buttons. She did nothing but stand there and watch. As silent and still as ever. My stuff was in my hands just as quickly as I left. Leaving in a huff probably wasn't the best idea, but I just had to go somewhere else. Maybe talk to Liz.

Stomping down the hallways, I sighed and let all thoughts fall past me. Walking quickly was tiring, but my footsteps fell silent as I reached room 64. Another sigh left me, and I knocked on the door slowly, my head hung in slight embarrassment. A creak. "Little bird. Hello my dear."

"James.." I sniffed. His eyebrows furrowed and placed a hand on my back, walking me into the room. "It's..."

"The Countess? Dear, you must realise that she does not like staying with one person for so long."

"she stayed with you."

"I am stuck here, she lives here on her own terms. We have an arrangement so I can see her once every month. It has been this way for as long as I have been a ghost my bird."

I huffed again and crossed my arms, looking away from the ghost. He raised an eyebrow at me. "You should not be so upset with me, you said yes to this deal when the Countess and I agreed to share you."

"share me? That's fucking rich." I chuckled.

"You do remember the deal do you not little hummingbird?" As a response I nodded, barely meeting his eyes. He hummed and smiled ever so slightly.

"doesn't mean you share me though. She has me more than you do."

"Yes, insatiable, isn't she?" His eyes wandered off into the distance, the smile only growing wider. It took everything in me to not slap some sense into him. So I clicked my tongue and sat on the table closest to me. "Either she will come and find you to end your life or I make it quicker and save her a job." James grinned, turning on his heel and walking into another part of his room.

"Both of you find intimacy in killing, it'll probably be the same either way," I mutter, sort of following him like a lost puppy. I didn't particularly find the intimacy in killing, nor did I want to die just yet, but I couldn't take having this ancient curse in me anymore.

"Love, our killings could not be more different." I heard The Countess say from the doorframe. James flashed a smile at her, as she moved her attention between him and me. "I must kill to keep myself alive. He kills for pleasure."

"you describe it so perfectly my dear." He smiled, resting a hand on her back. I rolled my eyes and looked away from the dead and barely-in-love couple.

"Little mouse, what are you thinking? You seem distracted."

"About maybe if I can be let go now? I'm fucking done." James clicked his tongue and shook his head. Well fuck, suppose I'm stuck here now.

The door was closed behind them and James walked behind me and held a knife on my stomach as he wrapped his hands around me. It elicited a quiet chuckle out of the glorified vampire, and she walked towards us. Wow, where was all this sudden tension coming from? I just sighed and rested my head on James' shoulder, deciding to go along with whatever they had planned. Kisses on my neck, my shirt slowly being pulled over my head. Cold fingers on my torso. It made me gasp and I shivered, almost cooling back from the ghost touches.

A sharp blade gently stung my belly, cringing at the feeling. But I felt more kisses and licks, and my trousers, slowly being pulled down from my legs. Freezing air flew past me, causing more shivers. Incoherent whispers as The Countess stood up slowly, and placed a gentle hand on James' shoulder. I could feel their wicked smiles.

My back on the bed, scratchy sheets and then sharps and stings.

A long nail against my neck.

A knife under my breasts.

Heavy breaths.

God, I felt divine, and like I actually needed them. This fucking effect the both of them had on me. "Fuck.." I moaned out.

"You're a good girl, mouse."

James in me, The Countess admiring every part of my body and keeping a hand around my neck, whatever claws she owned, teasing every vein.

It was only a few minutes later when absolute silence.

What on earth was this darkness? Lovingly enveloping me, and making me feel warm.

Then I opened my eyes and I was looking at red. A body dressed in a green sweater and dirty jeans. My sweater and dirty jeans.

My back hit a chest.

"You died wonderfully my little bird." Oh fuck.

"James..." I whimpered, turning on my heel and hitting his collarbones. But the Countess grabbed my hands and pulled them back to behind me.

"None of that now mouse."

What the fuck was happening?? Why? I didn't plan on dying just now. But by the hands of the ones who owned and breathed this hotel. What the fuck else could I do?

"Jesus fuck..."

"you are now here with us for eternity my sweet. You are allowed to switch between the two of us for as long as you please."

Well, Christ okay. Despite the sudden hollowness of not being alive, I pressed a gentle kiss onto the Countess' cheek.

"fine...okay, just, can my body be removed or something?"

"Of course, it can love." The Countess smiled, petting my hair.

Eternity is going to be long...

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Tag: @babygorewhore @nahoyasboyfriend @coentinim @slvt4jamesmarch @slutforgarlogan @feefymo

[hauntedhowlett-writes]

ok but now I need more Joel and reader neighbour domestics??? Like him leaving her a post it note with his internet password and him helping her feed the cats and she helps him with his plants and setting up the damn skeleton and then throwing neighbourhood barbecues together 🥺🥺🥺

okay so i literally couldn't rest until i wrote these up so if my assignments are work are late, i'm blaming you.

title: in a feud with her neighbor - bonus scenes

read the main work here

pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x female reader

rating: PG-13 (mild language)

word count: 1084

summary:

Fluffy bonus scenes for "in a feud with her neighbor" as suggested by anon!

Content warnings/tags: not a standalone work, pre-outbreak, no sarah, established relationship, still pretending the 12 ft skeleton existed in 2003, joel gets his butt grabbed by a neighbor. This is pretty much just fluff.

“The internet is out again,” you whine. You’re in your bed with Joel, the man turned on his side facing away from you. He looks over his shoulder, eyes narrowed.

“Good. Go to sleep,” he grumbles before burying his face back into the pillow that is now his pillow. It always smells like ocean salt and eucalyptus, while your own pillow smells like lavender and vanilla.

The sheets, however, are a beautiful combination of both.

You huff but reach over to your nightstand and turn off the lamp. You scooch in closer to him, snuggling up to his back and spooning him. You let his deep breaths lull you to sleep.

The next morning, Joel’s already left for work in the early hours of the morning, a kiss pressed to your sleep warm skin as a goodbye. When you shuffle into the bathroom to get ready, there’s a pink Post-It with familiar messy handwriting stuck to the mirror.

GetYourOwnPassword03

-Joel

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There’s a package on your porch when you get home from work. You tear into it immediately, pulling out the new planters you bought as a surprise for Joel.

They were an Etsy find, a set of three white planters that say “WHAT THE FUCCULENT”, “LOOKIN’ SHARP”, and “DON’T BE A PRICK” and a bigger planter that reads “PLANT DADDY”. You giggle as you line them up on the counter.

Joel sees them when he comes over that evening, freshly showered and already wearing his pajama pants and your favorite threadbare shirt. He can barely stop laughing long enough to thank you.

“PLANT DADDY” sits in a place of pride by his front door, glued down to the concrete so that the cats can’t knock it over.

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Joel is a grill master. He will spend a ridiculous amount of time at the deli, scrutinizing every package of beef while you hang onto the cart and wither away like a suffering Victorian woman. 

“Joel, please, I’m begging you,” you say, “just pick the steaks.”

“Hush, sweetheart, I have a process,” he replies, not once looking away from the two packages of New York strip he holds. 

“Just get both!” You beg. “Lots of steak! Great compromise!”

He glares at you. “We have to make a good impression.”

“A good impression on who? They’re our neighbors. They already like us! Half the moms in the neighborhood want to fuck you!”

Joel nearly drops the steaks. “They what?!”

You can’t breathe because you’re laughing so hard at the shocked look on Joel’s face. He sets both packages of steak in the cart before grabbing the handle from you and leaving you in tears in the deli.

Later that night, Joel finds you in the crowd and grabs your arm.

“I think Mrs. Matthews grabbed my ass,” he says. 

You pull him close, slipping a hand into the back pocket of his jeans and giving him a peck on his lips.

“Told ya,” you tease.

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Joel watches the Home Depot website like a hawk as soon as September hits. His buddy who works at the store said that online orders would open within the first couple of weeks. Finally, the button turns from gray to orange, and he places his order immediately.

When it’s delivered a few weeks later, you’re so excited that you ask Joel to set it up immediately.

“It’s not even October yet, baby. Can you wait another week?” He asks. You pout, but you agree. Only if he’ll set up both skeletons on the first day of October and not wait until the last minute like he did the year before.

Which is how he finds himself teetering on the top rung of his ladder, trying to set the skull on the frame while you watch from the ground. When he finally gets it screwed on, he’s slick with sweat and cursing up a storm.

“How’s that look?” He asks when he gets down from the ladder and stands beside you.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, tugging him into a kiss. 

“It’s perfect.”

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Joel walks into your house one day, plastic bags hanging from his arms. The clinking of metal against metal announces his arrival.

“Joel? Whatcha got there?” You ask, drying your hands on the dish towel hanging from the stove, one that says “JUST ROLL WITH IT” with an image of a rolling pin beneath it. 

He sets the bags on the counter. “Cat food.”

You blink at him. “Cat food? You bought cat food?”

“Yeah, you mentioned you were running low. Besides, there’s a new calico out there so you gotta start puttin’ out more. Where’s the bowls?” 

He moves around the kitchen with practiced ease, grabbing a spoon and the set of plastic bowls you reserve for the neighborhood cats. It hits you at that moment.

You love Joel Miller.

Your smile is huge when he turns to look at you and he freezes like a deer caught in the headlights. You close the gap between you, wrapping your arms around his waist and hugging him close.

“I love you,” you murmur into his chest. His arms wrap around your shoulders and you feel the press of his lips to your head.

“I love you, too.”

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BONUS BETTY CONTENT

Joel wakes early the next morning after his first night with you, your naked body still curled in his. He smiles down at you before gently pulling himself from your grasp, stifling his laugh at how you pout in your sleep before rolling over, snuggling into your pillow. He finds the stack of familiar pink Post-Its on your nightstand, scribbling out a note that he’s gone to pick up breakfast and coffee and would be back soon.

He puts on his now dry swim trunks and leaves the house, shutting the door quietly behind him. The neighborhood is still asleep, the sun barely cresting the horizon as he leaves your porch.

“Leavin’ so soon, Mr. Miller?” Betty’s raspy voice calls. He freezes, feeling like a teen caught sneaking out of his house. 

“Good mornin’, Betty,” he says, turning slowly to face her. She’s got a knowing smirk on her face.

“What was it I said about the two of you hittin’ it off?” She asks, tapping a finger to her lips. Joel can feel his cheeks heat. 

“You were right,” Joel admits. 

“I know, dear. I always am. Now, could you bring me back a doughnut while you’re out? Double chocolate. With sprinkles.”

“Yes, m’am.”

[thehomophobe]

Golden Boys & Golden Beaches (Human! Sun x Fem!Reader)

Written by me

11:35 PM. Great time for you to wake up, especially since you didn’t have work today. You stirred from your sleep, exhausted and weak but you smiled at the sun's warm glow on your skin. You weren't sure whether you should lay still until you sleep once more or fully wake up. If the sun was up and you weren't up at 1:00 last night, you might as well be up too. As your eyes fluttered open they were met by the soft light streaming in through the curtains. Your vision, still blurry from sleep, began to look around. Yep. Still in you room. 

Alright off your bed. The day started way before you. 

Heading downstairs, you were met with soggy floors. Wait, soggy floors? Your fuzzy socks were soaking up whatever residue was spilled on the bottom of the steps. Whoever did this better clean it up. As you continued your way to the kitchen, the sogginess began to flux, some parts were wet, others were dry. Seriously what-is there a leak or something? 

Looking around the house, the pillows on the couch were back to their original positions as well the blankets. You had movie night with the gang and forgot to clean up afterward. The table was spotless and the tv was crystal clear again. Huh. So are the walls, the shelves, even some of the decor and picture frames were cleaned up. You wiped a finger on the nearby shelving. Not a trace of dust. Strange…

Even more strange was the fact that none of the animatronics were home. Where’d those guys go? 

Errand with Claire and Benny? 

Causing havoc with Lori? Please no it can’t be that.

Usually a sticky note from Sun lying on something would tell you the agenda. Though no one was to be found. 

…

Probably because he’s home with you and currently making breakfast. 

Sun’s heavenly head of fake blonde hair was spotted in the kitchen alongside his goofy little cooking apron that he bought at a flea market. With a plain red shirt and yellow pj shorts of course. His back was turn to you, the smell of crispy bacon wafted through your home. You’ll get an air freshener later, let’s just enjoy the scent. 

“Oh Sunshine!” Now let’s enjoy the sound of a sweet robotic caretaker. “I didn’t think you’d wake up this morning.” 

“mornin’ sunny…” You muttered, a small smile peeked out from your face. You’re still a little sleepy, but you’ll get over it.

”Darn, so much for breakfast in bed…” You hear the defeat in that voice. You know how much Sun likes to pamper you, he would go out his way to literally feeding you when you’re sick. The withdrawal of not having 19 children running around in one confined space would’ve created a habit of caretaking inside of him. Take Moon, he’s been “on patrol” in your house ever since you guys left the PizzaPlex, watching you sleep, patrolling the house, watching you sleep, watching you sleep again.

”Oh sunny bee, it’s fine I’ll just eat it here.” Even if you wanted to go back to bed. “You cooked it, so it’ll taste just as sweet.” He blushed. My god is he adorable. “Hey, where did everybody go?”

”Oh Claire needed to get more things out of her apartment before she finally moves out. I stayed behind to clean, so the Moonie and Glamrocks went on their own.” Yeah that sounds about right. Moving sucks and Claire can’t carry any thing that weights over 200 pounds.

"Well...since it's just the two of us today, why don't we go out together?" Sun stopped cleaning. 

"Huh?"

"Let's go out. We haven't had any time together alone outside the plex."

"Like...a-a date...?"

"Yeah sure."

"..."

"Uh...sun--"

"LET'S GO! Oh come on Sunshine let's get ready I think I have something to wear for today oh this is going to be great. Wait where are we going?"

"I'm not exactly sure where but we'll go somewhere fun, yeah?" I give him a smile that he returns immediately. For someone who not only couldn't leave the plex, but couldn't even go outside the daycare, of course he's excited. "Yay!"

In the car, you two took a drive, chatting about whatever the hell came to your mind, or Sun's mind. As you near a sign, Sun leans closer to the window and he perks up slightly.

"What's up Sunny?" You keep your eyes focused on the road but tilt your head ever so slightly to show him you're listening.

"THERE'S A BEACH NEARBY!!" He shouts "Can we go? Can we? Can we?" He starts repeating this over until I finally smile and tell him.

"Ok I don't see why not." Wait he doesn't have a swimsuit.

As make a few turns towards the beach he does a little victory dance and starts rambling about how he's never been but has always wanted to because he wants to understand the hype of going out and getting a tan.

"Sun, I swear you're one of the palest people I know, second to only one who is Moon. You will probably burst into flames the second you step out into the sunlight." You say with a joking tone. If was human of course. The tone didn't seem to pick up on in his excitement.He suddenly cowers back.

"WHAT?" His eyes are wide as his giggles stop "wait, wait take me back! I don't wanna go anymore!" he's wriggling around trying not to get closer to the beach.

"I was joking!"

"oh""We need swimsuits for the both of us." 

"Oh, how 'bout there?" Sun points to a little shop near the street. Sweet. 

Inside was a hodgepodge of knick knacks that can be found in a thrift shop. Complete collections of china, cookbooks, packs of fruit-flavored beer bottles, healing crystals, vinyl records, friendship bracelets, puka shell jewelry, knockoff Fazbear Entertainment items, and swimsuits. 

You got this navy blue one-piece swimsuit while Sun got some cute white two-piece swimsuit with red stripes. A nice towel for drying and tote for the clothes.

Once outta there, you two made it to the beach. The sand was hot and dry, as per usual, the crisp smell of the ocean wafted in the air, and the sound of children playing was heard through your ears. Perfect.

"Alright Sunny boy you know the drill:

Don't talk to strangers 

Don't lure any children to you

Try not to make today's news headlines"

"You got it." He winked.

Today's a scorcher. You hoped that Sun doesn't get a weird tan, but then you realize he can't get one because he's a robot. What did that doctor, Ms. Transphobe...no Ms. Homo..., say about the skin?

If skin reaches a high heat, casing will start to melt.

RIght. Hot = Face melting. Let's hope that doesn't happen.

You spotted the golden boy playing in the water, splashing around like a 6-year-old. How cute. You decided to join him. 

"It's so cold!" He squealed.

"Refreshing huh?" You asked. He agreed.

You two waddled through the water, the squishy sand squelching at your feet. The waves grow higher as you moved. Sun stopped and sifted through the sand a for bit.

"Look look at this!" He held a little white thing in his giant hand. Upon closer inspection, you see that it was a tiny conch shell. He cleaned the excess sand out of it, revealing its pearl white swirl. "

I'm gonna keep it."

Some time went on as you two played in the water. You felt like a kid again, splashing in the water, collecting broken shells and showing them to Mom. Childhood memories rolled in like the waves of the beach. And you're glad Sun's having a fun time. Your temperature was dropping alarmingly, which made Sun walk you out the water to warm up. The soaked swimwear enhanced Sun's body, especially the crotch. Good thing nothing's down there.

"Let's make a sandcastle!"

"We don't have any buckets." You dry yourself with the towel.

"We can just use the sand here."

"Then how are we gonna bring the water here?"

"We'll hold it with our hands." Alright point taken. You two make a sandcastle. A

small mound was form after some time, then later turned into a sculpted mountain followed by little mounds next to it. Sun scraped off some sand to create windows and doors while you try to make a moat.God you could only imagine what the other adults think about you two right now. Whatever, you're here to have fun.

"Hmm..." Sun frowned at your creation.

"What's wrong?"

"It needs something." He held up the conch he found in the water and placed it at the top of the castle. "There." He smiled.

"God, what time is it?" You asked. "

3:16 PM. Why?" Sun raises a brow."

I think the gang might be coming home soon." You don't want the gang locked out the house. 

You took a picture of the little sandcastle and headed to the showers to clean off the sand and ocean water. "No Sun, can come with me into the shower."

"Sunshine, you know I get anxious when I undress alone."

"And you're gonna learn how to not be anxious." You say before leaving the poor guy there. You love him but privacy is nice too.

So you change in the women's washroom with no regrets. You hope Sun doesn't start some weird in there. "Hey we're home."

"Finally done carrying that bitch's stuff." Looks like the gang made it home safely. You and Sun waved at the bots sitting in a little front yard of your home. Yeah they got locked out. "

Where you'd two go?" Roxy raised a brow. You think the FOMO is kicking in. "

Just out for a bit." You replied, trying not to blow a fuse in her system.

"Where did that seashell come from?"

[thebetawolfgirl]

Bonding Time pt9

Pairing: Timmy x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Smut and then some more smut!

A/N: A bit later than I wanted to post it, but it’s been nonstop today!

Bonding Time part 9

Y/n looked at her outfit in the mirror and sighed as Timmy watched from the bed, she quickly stripped and tossed the dress aside grabbing another one.

‘Baby, you’ve tried eight dresses on so far, just pick one. You will look beautiful no matter what you wear.’

‘I don’t actually know why I’m so stressed out about this. We’ve met with mom’s friends hundreds of times-‘

‘But not as a couple, last time you saw them we were at each other’s throats, literally. Anyway, who cares what your mom’s friends think? None of them can judge.’

‘One of them is Sarah’s mother, Timmy! And Stacey’s mom will be there too you know.’

Timmy rolled his eyes lighting a cigarette. ‘Imagine my fear! I broke it off with Stacey weeks ago. She’ll be with her next plaything already. Not my problem if she hasn’t told her mother yet.’

Y/n finally settled on a blood red halter dress and walked over to him pinching his smoke and putting it out, before he pulled her on top of him kissing her.

‘That’s a lovely dress did someone buy it for you?’ He asked smirking wrapping his arms around her.

She smirked back. ‘Yes my boyfriend did.’

‘Ahh he has good taste.’ He smiled and sat up with her on his lap and wrapped his arms around her waist.

‘We do this today and that’s us. We’re done with the sneaking around and keeping secrets, we can be ourselves.’

‘That will be nice. Just Sarah to deal with then.’

She played with the buttons of his shirt watching him as he rolled his eyes.

‘Fuck her, she’s insignificant now. If she has an issue after all this time she can complain about it to her therapist. And none of that family can judge, her mother was her father’s apprentice and young assistant who he knocked up while he was still married to his first wife.’

Y/n sighed nodding and pecked his lips gently smiling before moving off him.

‘We need to get going, we don’t want to be late.’

‘I’m going to show you off to everyone. I don’t give a fuck who doesn’t like it. All those old ladies can all go to hell. Except Elaine, of course.’ He smiled standing up and kissed her hand.

She smiled back and left the apartment together.

When they arrived at the restaurant everyone was already seated and were waiting for them before ordering, y/n saw Sarah and Emma were both there and chose to ignore her and squeezed Timmy’s hand for support.

She knew he was curious as to why they were both there but Stacey was nowhere to be seen.

Y/n also knew that Timmy would now be full on with his affection just to rub it in Sarah’s face and she had no issue with that.

Y/n looked around at the surprised faces of her mother’s friends and smiled.

‘Are we ordering then? I’m starving!’

She states grabbing a menu and sharing it with Timmy.

‘Is that all you have to say?’ Sarah blurted out.

‘Are you really going to make a scene, therefore embarrassing your mother in front of all her friends in the middle of a busy restaurant Sarah?’

Sarah stopped and looked over at her mother who was glaring. Y/n leaned over to Sarah’s mother smiling ‘By the way Mrs Winston, I forgot to say when I came in, I love your stole, is it new?’

‘Oh yes, thank you dear for noticing. Mr Winston bought it for me while he was in Italy last month.’

‘It’s so beautiful. It’s so lovely to have someone who spoils you with such wonderful gifts isn’t it?’

She looks over smiling at Timmy, ‘Timmy is always spoiling with lovely things, just last week he surprised me by taking me on a boat ride, with a beautiful view of the entire city. Then we had a picnic in Central park. He’s always doing things like that for me.’

‘Well that’s all that matters y/n, finding someone who cherishes and respects you and treats you like royalty is very important.’ Mrs Winston smiled and patted y/n’s hand as her daughter looked on shocked ‘Mom their parents are MARRIED! It’s wrong!’

‘Love is wrong, Sarah?’ She challenged her daughter with a raised eyebrow.

‘You know, dear if you spent a little less time being so interested in everyone else’s business and began living your own life, you could find a love like theirs. You could find a little bit of happiness of your own.’

Sarah looked down and crossed her arms across her chest now in a huff.

Y/n rolled her eyes at her friend’s childishness and immaturity as the food was set down in front of them.

The fact that Mrs Winston who was the most judgemental woman in her mother’s circle was accepting of them was a huge thing, so y/n relaxed and enjoyed her meal.

Timmy lay his hand on y/n’s leg when the first course was finished and raised it up higher slightly under the hem of her dress.

‘Forgive me, but can someone show me to the little boy’s room?’

Y/n wiped her mouth with her napkin and stood up,

‘I’ll show you, I need to reapply my lipstick anyway.’

She smiled at everyone as she led Timmy to the restrooms, but he grabbed her hand and pulled her into another room off to the side and shoved her against the wall attacking her neck and slid his fingers up her dress.

She gasped loudly and wrapped her arms around his shoulders before pulling him up crushing her lips against his in a hungry kiss, he ran his hands up her thighs and grabbed her ass before pulling her underwear off her as she worked on undoing his belt and pants and shoving them down his legs as he picked her up by her thighs and carried her over to a nearby desk making sure not to trip over his pants around his ankles and lay her down breaking the kiss before burying himself balls deep into her already soaking folds.

She gasps and bit her lip to keep from screaming and dug her nails into the desk underneath her, as she felt him going deep repeatedly driving into her hard enough her entire body rocked against his thrusts.

‘T-Timmy don’t s-stop!’ She stammered panting. She reached up and grabbed his shirt pulling him down and kissed him hard as he tucked his arm under her back and ground his hips against hers before pulling her up to sit on the edge of the desk and grabbed her hips as she wrapped her arms around his neck as he moved his mouth down her throat pulling her closer against him as he continued to slam his dick into her over and over again.

They fell back together against the table with a dull thud and came in a powerful orgasm together clinging to each other as he buried his face against her neck his hot breath panting against her skin. He lightly dragged his nails down her back leaving light scratch marks on her skin.

She slid her hand up his back under his shirt feeling the damp skin and droplets of sweat rolling down, he hissed against her ear and trails his tongue up her neck before nipping the shell of her ear. She shivered against him catching her breath and wrapped her legs around his waist resting her feet against the edge of the desk as he left wet open mouth kissed along her jaw before reaching her lips and pushed his tongue inside her mouth.

She gripped his jaw and returned the kiss hungrily, running her fingers through his curls.

They broke apart and he helped her up and off the desk before fixing himself quickly, as she fixed her make up and hair, she was looking for her underwear when she saw him with them in his mouth between his teeth looking at her with her devilish gleam in his eye.

She walked over and tried to grab them back but he moved his head away and instead shoved them in his back pocket smirking.

‘You can’t be serious? Timmy give them to me.’ She looked at him shocked as he walked towards the door, she followed him and caught up with him before he could reach for the handle and blocked the door before grabbing him opening his top button and biting down hard on his skin near his collarbone, making him hiss and release a squeak of surprise before he fell against her his forehead against the door behind her as she continued to leave her mark on him.

She was going to be the death of him, he was now completely convinced of it. She was the only woman in this world who could bite him and he became a puddle worth absolutely nothing. She was more addicting than an Class A drug.

In fact who needed Heroin when she bit him that way, she turned his head and kissed him firmly.

She pulled away and opened the door smirking before turning away as he fixed his collar with trembling hands and followed her fixing his hair.

They returned to the table and no one was none the wiser about where they were. In fact when Timmy sat down the women were talking about the latest fashion on the rails right now and Sarah must’ve left early.

Afterwards when they were heading home Timmy wanted to take her back to his where they would have no unwanted visitors and he could have her all to himself tonight.

‘Ok, it would be actually nice to be together without people letting themselves into my apartment as if they live there.’

So they went to his apartment and the moment he got in he had her over his shoulder and carrying her to the bedroom. ‘I want you again!’

He tossed her onto the bed and flipped her onto her stomach and untied her dress from the back before leaning down and biting her shoulder blade making her gasp, she sat up and turned to him grabbing his shirt ripping it open hearing the buttons tear of and scatter everywhere. He grabbed her by her throat before tossing her backwards and removed her dress in one sweep throwing it on the floor and undressed himself, climbing over her.

She ran her fingers up his chest lightly coming to his bite mark and pressing her fingertip against it firmly, making him hiss before pushing into her slowly, making her eyes roll back. He groaned watching her come undone, and began thrusting into her as she reached for him to hold him against her. He melted into her arms his breathing becoming laboured as she held onto him while he thrust into her.

She gasps audibly against his shoulder as she ran her hands down his sides and gripped his hips to signal him to go harder.

She gripped his hips digging her nails into his flesh as he rut in harder than ever, burying his face further against her neck. She knew his waist and hips would be covered in bruises from her fingertips but she had never had him go this deep or hard before.

She ran her hands up his back and dug her nails into his skin scratching him as she panted against his shoulder before leaning down and ran her tongue over his bite mark and he groaned against her and slammed faster into her before grabbing her waist shoving her further up the mattress and flipping them pulling her on top of him without pulling out of her and made her ride him.

She pushed her hands against his chest and rocked against him hard causing the bed to rock against the back wall, as he gripped her waist tightly groaning before he pulled her down and kissed her hard as she rode him as hard as she could.

This was the second time they had gone this intense before, Timmy had rode her so hard today people would definitely see her nail marks on that desk, now she was riding him into the mattress where the bed was moving on it’s own and they both knew the wall behind the bed would be chipped and/or scraped.

It was the fact that people knew now, they wouldn’t need to hide anymore and they could walk around like a proper couple that got them crazy. They came in another earth shattering orgasm panting each other’s names over and over, her hair was sticking to her skin as they tried to catch their breathes, he pulled her up against him and bit down on her neck hard hearing her gasp audibly and grip his hair.

‘Argh! T-Tim.’ He flipped them onto their side and sucked her neck hard making sure to leave a mark, before letting go and kissing up her jawline as she ran her fingers through his curls massaging his scalp, causing him to nuzzle her neck.

‘Y/n.’ He whispers her name like a prayer as he rubs his hands over her back, she pulls on his curls gently causing him to moan her name again. They pulled apart slightly and looked at each other in the dark bedroom before he rolled them letting her lay on her stomach and crawling to lay on her back and wrapped his arms around her waist.

Everyone knew now. Well everyone that was important. They no longer needed to hide. Both their parents new, y/n’s mother’s friends knew, they hadn’t heard anything from Emma but they weren’t too worried about it. Sarah didn’t approve still but they didn’t care about her.

Now it was their own friends group, all they had to do was go ‘public’ so to speak. But this was a whole new adventure they couldn’t wait to explore together.

@sufferingstarlight

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@mel-vaz

[arse-crack-thistle]

rwrb characters and their eras tour outfits

so i saw this tiktok asking what we think alex and henry are wearing to the eras tour, so here’s what i think the super six would do if they were all going together (in new york, i assume)…

(in my head they all choose an era and base an outfit on that…probably nora and pez’s idea)

alex - he fights for reputation and wins. i’m thinking black, sparkle, and chains. leather jacket with a black rhinestone snake on the back and a black mesh crop top underneath. black distressed jeans cuffed over combat boots. chains around his neck and hanging from his jacket and pants. thin black sunglasses that he later uses to hold back his curls when the house lights go down. oh and he definitely has the sharpest black eyeliner on his lids.

henry - he has a choice: either live in his reputation era with alex or be his complementary opposite. so he chooses lover. i’m thinking ‘80s high school student with lover energy. light-washed jeans with white chuck taylors. tucked in, a loose-fitted pastel button-up with cuffed sleeves. maybe it has splotches of color or faded butterflies on it…idk some kind of print. on top, a hand painted jean jacket with “london boy” in loopy pink typography on the back. a glitter lover heart around his eye (bc nora insists).

nora - speaking of, i’ll keep this simple for her. a fully identical ring leader costume to what taylor had on the red tour. she may be an irl chaos demon but i think she’s anointed herself the unofficial leader of “super six does eras tour 2k23” so this fit is appropriate for her. i mean she almost made them all wear matching t-shirts like they’re a depressed cishet family at disney world but june talked her down.

june - the queen of fashion herself. this is the trickiest for me bc june wants to do folklore and just wear shortalls and the silver star cardigan to be comfy, but she’ll be damned before she doesn’t match the energy of the others. june goes with evermore and all in on “cowboy like me” to piss alex off since he almost went with rodeo wear. cropped cream fringe jacket with an elegant ivy embroidery on the back and trim. underneath, a bustier and shorts of the same fabric with the same embroidery. of course she’s wearing a cowboy hat, cream with the ivy details. and caramel cowboy boots (rounded toe bc she’s a utility girl). everything but the boots are custom made in austin.

pez - “this night is sparkling! don’t you let it go!” yeah so as soon as he saw taylor in all of her enchanted ballgowns, he knew he had to be her nigerian billionaire glitter prince. and that’s exactly what he does. he commissions a nigerian designer to make a suit and headpiece using akwete fabric in the colors of the speak now era’s visuals. all accented in rhinestones of course. he’s also all about the accessories with a watch, bracelets, necklaces, shoes, and glasses from various luxury brands. he does the absolute most, and everyone loves him for it.

bea - angel is in her midnights era, and i am here for it! bc of bullshit princess rules she couldn’t wear a bodysuit like she wanted. but no matter, she’s still going to shimmer. having not seen anyone do it yet, she literally learns to sew and diy’s a mini dress version of taylor’s yellow dress at the end of the bejeweled music video. it was totally, incredibly frustrating but she nails it! complete with lace, bows, and a little more sparkle, the dress hits so hard. she pairs it with sparkly louboutin boots and replicas of the hair clips and choker she bought off etsy. june helps her do taylor’s hairstyle from the video, while she does the makeup, beauty mark included.

so yeah that’s what i got. what do you think?? bc this is such a fun prompt and i could see each character doing like fifty different things lol <3

[lee-writes-things]

☆ the hawthorne brothers+ avery, max, libby, rebecca, and thea during the eras tour ☆

a/n: co-written by @nutellani and i. this was originally just going to be stored in my notes app because i had a big brain thought but then i decided that tumblr doesn't have enough tig content and i needed to help change that. i got stumped on a few things, so i of course asked my lovely mutual nova for some assistance <3 (tysm!!)

aaaanway, enough about that, here you go:

they obvi went to the concert in texas. they probably got tickets for both arlington and houston bc rich people yk

nash wore a sparkly cowboy hat and so did libby

(idc what you say, in my head, he likes glitter and i will stand on that hill)

in fact they all wore sparkly cowboy hats (xander forced grayson), but nash and libby's were matching

grayson ofc is wearing all black, very rep era but he's secretly a lover girl at heart. he also likes midnights because let's face it- who doesn't??

but everyone convinced him to get his jacket embroidered with "ts" and a few snakes along the sleeves and back to pull together the whole rep look

i don't think i finished talking about nash and libby?? anyway, matching sequin cowboy hats, nash wore a flannel with patches from different albums

him and libby spent a whole night designing it

libby wore a tee shirt from the midnights album

and the night before, nash and libby painted her favorite lyrics on some black cargo pants and some cute lil doodles

nash totally wrote N+L on one of the pockets inside a big red heart because i said so

very cute couple moment

thea is in her rep era because she's a badass so she wore all black with some maroon to make her outfit pop, she got her nails done and everything

girl was drop dead gorgeous

rebecca went with a more simplistic look, lavender flowly dress just under the knee, with a cardigan. yes, the cardigan. rebecca gives off very mellow and soft vibes so i think that's why she went with an evermore themed outfit

now, onto avery. i think her favorite albums is midnights and rep because of the vibe of the songs and overall it is just SO HER and i feel like she wore a shirt with the midnights album cover on it. she also wrote her favorite lyrics from the album on the front of the shirt with a fabric pen or something of the sort. i can also see her wearing a rep outfit too tho!! she is rich so since she could go to two concerts and wear both outfits ig lol

jameson is a total swiftie!! xander is too but we'll get to that next this boy would really like 1989 and a good handful of songs from lover because they remind him of avery

he would wear something 1989 themed but also something sorta flashy, i think

now moving onto max

she for sure loves the love triangle in folklore/evermore but also enjoys midnights

she radiates night owl energy because she'll stay up until 4am to finish a really good plot twisty dark romance novel and the whole track (midnights 3am edition) reminds her of her favorite ships. she makes edits and you can't convince me otherwise. although max does love evermore, she would totally love speak now era taylor and therefore would wear that really pretty purple sparky dress on the album cover!!

xander totally bought it for her

and with max looking like a literal princess, he would be mad blushing

and when he snaps out of his daze, he would tell her how pretty she is because let's face it- max is beautiful

now, as mentioned before, xander is a hardcore swiftie and i will always think this

he is a lover lover, so definitely went with a hat of the colors on the album

totally bitch-slapped toxic masculinity in the face by wearing pretty pastels

and definitely had the jacket from the yntcd MV!!

their favorite eras (and moments i suppose) on tour:

nash: debut, fearless

we love his nomad cowboy vibes

he also definitely vibes along with whatever libby likes too because he's down bad-

anyway

grayson: red

definitely shed a few tears during all too well ten minute version even though he tried to hide it

cus it reminded him of emily

i hate her with a passion

this isn't about her though

he loved the song and performance for 22 since he's in his 20's and his family is always telling him to loosen up

attending this concert definitely helped him

jameson: 1989

screaming along to style for sure!! me and nova were talking a bit about how he fits the description-

Exhibit A, "you got that James Dean daydream look in your eyes" is so him!!

Exhibit B, because i said so

me and nova totally weren't fangirling over this, i have no idea what you're talking about-

xander: lover

xander fs would start dancing with max and singing softly when taylor sang lover

and nash caught it all on camera

such a cute candid moment

i love xander+max with everything in me

libby: midnights

more specifically, WCS because she could relate to "give me back my girlhood, it was mine first"

fuck drake

i know that she wasn't a teen when they were in a relationship but she was still young, and he was toxic asf

aaaanyway, she would also love when tay performed vigilante shit

tay slayed so hard (i had to tell myself to turn down the gay because my mom and sister were at the concert with me lmao)

everyone felt things when taylor did that performance, to say the least

ik thea and practically everyone else would be in awe~

thea: reputation

would scream along to don't blame me

and she would sound amazing because there's nothing she can't do bffr

and rebecca would be like "damn how'd i get so lucky"

thea would also love karma from midnights because i feel like she's the type of person to not give af about other people and their opinions cus she knows that bad things are coming their way

"me and karma vibe like that" is so her

but she could also shit talk and stand her ground (and also fight)

i also think that that one part of don't blame me, "don't blame me, love made me crazy if it doesn't, you ain't doing it right" and "my drug is my baby" she would sing while making eye contact with rebecca

rebecca: evermore (and folklore obvi)

she would sing and sway softly and thea would take such a beautiful candid photo of her while she sings aksjaja

and when cardigan plays, she would grab thea's hand and dance with her, foreheads touching

this time, xander would take a photo of them like that and it becomes thea's homescreen

thea would also love champagne problems omfg-

rep gf x evermore gf is such a cute dynamic and they slayed so hard

and nowww avery: rep and also midnights!!

would love getaway car with a PASSION

it's just so her <33

"you were driving the getaway car" is very averyjameson even tho the rest of the lyrics aren't lol

she would love mastermind and especially the lyrics "you knew that im a mastermind and now you're mine"

and Paris!!

both songs are so averyjameson coded

"im so in love i might stop breathing drew a map on your bedroom ceiling" and "no i didn't see the news cause we were somewhere else" ajdjjahd

it's THEIR song and i will defend that till the day i die

bonus: i almost forgot to include oren and alisa, im so sorry, im very sleepy!! anyway, oren refuses to wear anything other than his usual attire meanwhile this concert is one ofbthe very few instances where you see alisa in casual clothes. not many people know (other than the hawthornes of course) that she's a swiftie because she always acts so professional. she wears that one red letters shirt that says "who's taylor swift, anyway? ew." and everyone does a double take cus she also has her hair down and doesn't look formal lmao. during some songs avery looks over her shoulder and swears she could see oren have the slightest smile and head-bumping along to the music.

to wrap it all up, they would ALL HAVE THE NUMBER 13 PAINTED ON THEIR HANDS IN DIFFERENT COLORS AND FONTS!!

and also a little extra because me and nova were having big brain moments and i HAVE to include it, it would be a crime if i didn't

They would all scream to paper rings but guess what else?? a PROPOSAL!!

my nashlibby brainrot needed to be included even more:

"i love shiny things but id marry you with paper rings" is so them because even tho they're rich, they value the little things <3

libby is so into the performance, it takes her a minute to realize that the stage screen is on her

she's confused because why would the cameras be on her??

and then taylor would point just behind her to where nash was on one knee

the ring wasn't shiny, it was literally a paper ring

nash didn't have a full on speech planned out

but of course libby would say yes

they kiss, it's on the big screen and everyone (taylor, backup dancers, everyone) cheers

it was caught on camera by practically everyone which leads to their engagement going viral all over tik tok and other media platforms!!

after the concert, back at Hawthorne House, they made a resin/epoxy(i think that's what it's called) mold to preserve the ring, and keep it from getting damaged

and the end because not only can i not think of anything else, but it's 4am while i save this to my drafts-

p.s. huge thank you again to @nutellani, you helped me with this so much when i was having a brain block. you have wonderful input, and i owe you big time!!

(majority of how we got more ideas was thru incoherent fangirling over taylor and tig haha)

[tillthelandslide]

Insufferable Arsehole Part 5: Don't Fuck It, You Muppet: Instagram AU Matty Healy Series

A/n: posting this insta post before part 6 is posted :) hope you enjoy

You can read part 5 here

Orrrr the whole series can be found here

Warnings: probs some mistakes so ignore them

thisislou via stories:

loufanpage:

loufanpage I cannot believe I'm making this post... But I met @thisislou!! (And @trumanblack but we will get to that later). She was the sweetest person I have ever met and her hugs are amazing! She asked us how we were and signed our stuff for us. Her security wasn't too happy with it but she literally made us feel so welcome. Matty came out to smoke (of course) and he was lovely too. We didn't get any pictures with Lou unfortunately bc Matty came out and we were a bit distracted. But we got this sneaky one of her, hope she doesn't mind. We gave them some gifts and left but omg it was the best.

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thisislou so sorry we didn't take photos, thank you for the flowers lovely! ❤️

-> loufanpage am I dreaming this?

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fan1 omg you're so lucky

fan2 her outfit 😍

-> loufanpage ikr! And omg she was wearing no make up and that girl is gorgeous!!

fan3 what were they like together?

-> loufanpage idk really, just like friends I guess, we were all a bit too taken aback by the fact they were standing in front of us haha. Think Matty is like... Affectionate with all this friends so not sure if anything else is going on tbh... Sorry haha

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lou75fan I met Lou once too and shes the sweetest, like asks fans how they are, has a Convo will them and never makes you feel like you're intruding or need to leave... Really hope her &Matty are together and if not hope they get together

-> loufanpage honestly this describes her perfectly! Also I hope so too, they looked really cute together can't lie

thisislou:

thisislou my fans are just the best 🩷🌷honestly, to the fans who gave me these, you made a pretty awesome day, even better. Thank you 🙏

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trumanblack pretty

loufanpage omg you're so welcome

-> thisislou 🩷🩷

fan1 awe 🥹

75fan cute

lou75fan you're the best and deserve all of the love

fan2 the person who gave you these and met you and Matty is living my dream🥹

fan3 thought she was going to say Matty bought these for her for a sec

the1975updates:

the1975updates Matty at tonight's concert holding up a shirt that a fan gave him the day before. He retold the story of meeting the fans before he gave the shirt to Lou and she wore it for the rest of the show

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loufanpage omg I gave him that!! Couldn't believe it when she wore it

fan1 I was there... He called her love... It was adorable

1975fan their chemistry is unreal, if they're not together... They should be

lou75fan they're together but I can prove it

fan1 whatever is going on with them I'm so happy for both of them

fan2 don't know if it's just me but I've been a fan of both the 1975 and Lou for years and this makes me so happy. She's perfect for him man and he's really just a big softie and I know she'll love him the way he's always needed

thisislou:

thisislou looking through my phone and found these absolute gems @bedforddanes and @rass1975

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bedforddanes75 awe look at you being cute and posting photos of me🥹 (and Ross 😏)

-> thisislou love you G

-> bedforddanes love you too

trumanblack how cute

rass1975 the good ol days ❣️

-> thisislou I dunno... These days are pretty good too Macdonald

charli_xcx look at little G🥹

-> thisislou going to send you the others I found bc they were so adorable

-> bedforddanes75 please don't embarrass me 🙏

thisislou:

thisislou behind the scenes of my show wardrobe... Still convinced they've mixed my wardrobe up with Matty's

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trumanblack maybe I've been sneaking my clothes into your wardrobe so you wear them in front of thousands of people 👀

-> thisislou you pest 🖕😋

-> trumanblack ur welcome

fan3 I swear.... Something is happening between them twooo

-> hater1 it's probably a or stunt to boost the bands rep or some bs

75fan I ship them so hard... If they're not together my heart will break

the1975updates his comment 👀 what is going onnn

1975adam one Matty is enough thank you

rass1975 better wardrobe than me which is unfair ☹️

-> thisislou oh poor Ross ☹️ need a cuddle 👉👈

-> rass1975 fuck off 🤣 worse than Matty

-> thisislou oii now that's too far 🤣

-> trumanblack hey ☹️

bedforddanes75 from what I see in the comments I think I missed us taking the piss out of Matty

-> thisislou never too late for that

[soulwrit3s]

focus [part 1] repost!

Summary: Riri has lingering feelings for Shuri but is too scared to admit them. She finally has a chance with her and Shuri blows her off. For good reason of course.

RIRI’s POV

“Thank you for takin’ me out,” I thank Shuri. She grins real big with her hand on the steering wheel and a beautiful smile on her face. She ain’t even all dressed up, only in a tight white shirt and some black cargo pants.

When I asked her to slide to Chicago, I didn’t think she’d really SLIDE over here. It’s the end of my sophomore year and she decided to come pay me a visit with two Chicago bull tickets.

The game was entertaining and I had no idea what to wear so I threw on black tech which I regret now because I swear my body is hotter than it should be. I also had no time to do my hair so I’m glad I already had my hair slicked back into a bun by the time she got here. She decided that she wanted to take my car for a spin and damn near sped down the highway on our way back to campus.

I know I was supposed to be focused on the game and it was a good match but I couldn’t help but stare at Shuri. I watched her body language, the way she rested her elbows on her knees or leans back when I spoke. Her laughter at my jokes and her sassy ass comebacks when I said something.

I think I’m way ahead of myself. I also think in being completely delusional for thinking that she’d have feelings for me. I made something that put her country in danger, We were stuck in a cave together, she helped me build a suit, she saved her people and that’s the end of it. It was transactional…

“What’s on your mind?” She asks, the moonlight painting her face like a work of art. It doesn’t help that her Cuban link that she’s bought is right on the skin of her collarbone. She knows that she’s an attractive person but I wonder if she’s truly aware of the effect she has on me.

“Nothin’ just assignments that I gotta turn in,” I lie and she hums with a nod out of understanding. I see the veins on her arm as she places both hands on the wheel.

“This was nice, Riri,” She grins.

I know she’s always busy with the mantle and leading the lab. She probably barely ever gets time to herself.

“Yea, I told you, you’d like this, it ain’t my fault you put it off for so long,” I joke and she doesn’t laugh as hard as I expect her to.

Her laughter fades fast and she looks thoughtful almost.

“If I knew you were asking me out, I would’ve been here at the speed of light, Riri,” She says and I swear my heart fucking drops.

“Nah, it wasn’t like that, I wasn’t tryna make shit weird, I mean it’s not weird to want you to come over-“

“You know I did research, I don’t think friends ask each other to slide down anywhere…unless I’m mistaken,” She says and I don’t know what to tell her. I quite literally feel the anxiety wavering off my body. I can hear my heart beating through my chest.

“Nah, I mean…You can ask a friend to Slide Over,” I mutter. Her eyes lower from the bottom of my face to the top, I feel them burning holes in my own eyes.

“You’re too nervous, If those weren’t your intentions, then don’t overthink it,” She simply says, shrugging. She still has all that confidence in her like she doesn’t care whether I attempted to ask her out or not. Like I thought, I’m way in over my head.

“Right,” I agree even though it fucking sucks. I want to get out the car and kinda sob my eyes out? I don’t know but either way it’s my car and I can’t leave because she ain’t takin my car back to Wakanda with her.

“I can park it for you, I don’t get to drive often in Wakanda,” She offers and I don’t have anything to say. I try to speak but the words get stuck in my fucking throat.

“Sure, just hand me the keys at my dorm,”

I say and I get out of my own car. I don’t even look back to see if Shuri had started driving. I scan my card to get in and make it to my dorm room faster than I have all year.

She really didn’t think I was feelin’ her. Damn.

I pull my jacket off, only wearing a tank top beneath it before a gentle knock sounds. I open the door, just to see Shuri dangling my car keys in front of me.

She’s a cool friend. Nothing else. I don’t want to throw anything that we have right now, which is a friendship.

“Thanks,” I mutter, ready to go to bed and call it a night. I need to do the shit that girls do in the fucking movies and cry my eyes out while stuffing ice cream in my mouth.

“Of course,” She says but she leans against the doorframe like she’s staying. Which I can’t let happen because she’s gonna spend the entire night talking about her prototypes and we’re still just friends. I don’t know If I can stand that. I’m gonna be sitting there, staring at her pretty face, her shiny hair and her stupidly sharp jawline.

I think about it her all the time. I think about her in my dorm when I’m not doing nothing, I think about her when im supposed to be paying attention in class (which I don’t anyway). I think about her when I go to Chicago to visit. I think about her when im in my fucking garage. So a part of me is glad that she’s given me some clarity on how she feels. At least I have some sort of closure now. Maybe those thoughts will go away.

“When’s the next time you’re gonna slide over to Wakanda?” she grins, one hand on top of the doorframe as she looks down at me.

I just want to go to bed. I look at the door across the hallway instead of at her. I don’t want to look at her right now and it’s not her fault, it really isn’t. It’s mine and I was overthinking it, and us. She did what she had to do to protect her country back then , she lost people in the process . It would be wrong of me to even say anything, she has too much shit going on.

“Riri,” She says, noticing the way I must’ve zoned out.

“Yeah, shit…My bad, I’m real busy so …I don’t know, maybe next break? I guess,” I say, wrapping my arms around myself as I lean against the door frame too. I didn’t realize how close we are up until now.

She lifts her hand up to tip my chin up so I can only look at her.

“You’ve barely been looking at me, is there a problem?”

“Nah,” I respond and her beads chime, letting her know that she has to go soon. She drops her wrist and stuff her hands in the pocket of her jackets.

“Good, it’s a date then,”

My mouth responds before my body can and she’s still real close, so close that I can smell her perfume that somehow hasn’t worn off.

“Your pick, yeah?”

“Wait, I thought you said you wanted to be friends,”

She cocks her head to side and squints at me real hard.

“No, you meant it in a friendly manner. I’m asking you Slide over for a date,” She shrugs and I’m starting to think she’s tryna play with me. She must see how annoyed I look and starts to speak.

“Don’t hate me, I thought you meant it as a date! Do you know how much research I did on American lingo, there’s not much information!” She retorts and I laugh at how ridiculous she sounds. She’s all nervous now , rubbing at her neck.

Her beads chime again and she sighs, staring right at me with wide eyes and waiting for a response.

“I don’t hate you, and…It’s not that I don’t want to go…I’m worried for you ,” I let her know and my stomach twists and turns for some reason, probably because she’s getting closer and closer to my face by the second.

“I’m still working on everything that happened but you haven’t left my mind, I’ve thought about that too,” She expresses.

“My brother always told me: do not let grief consume you, I would be doing myself a disservice if I let you go, Do you understand?”

I don’t even know how she got so close but her hands are on my waist and mine are somehow on the nape of her neck.

Before her lips can touch mine, the elevator dings open from down the hallway and all I hear is heavy gold and I already know what that means so I pull away and I can see the irritation in her face.

“Your highness,” Aneka grins with two other soldiers that I didn’t see during my stay behind her.

“I was having a conversation,” Shuri says s

“I bet you were, Hi, Riri!” She grins, pulling me in for a hug and increasing the space between Shuri and I.

“Aneka, give me one moment, just two more minutes,” Shuri begs and Aneka raises both eyebrows, staring at Shuri and then at me…then Shuri’s hand placement on my waist.

“Oh….Ohhh, Sure,” Aneka smirks before leaving.

“I don’t want to cut this short but I must go,” Shuri announces like I can’t already tell. She squeezes me and pulls me into a hug. It’s not much different from our first.

“I’ll call you once I land,” She says, slipping her hand into mind to give me my keys before she walks away. I watch her walk into the elevator and smile at me before the elevator doors close.

I get back into my dorm room, if anything the thoughts are ten times worse now. But I don’t mind at all, not one bit.

I take a shower and lay in bed, doing my regular routine and getting ready. My phone buzzes on the nightstand when I’m already under the sheets.

-goodnight

-shuri, 10:49 PM

I heart her message and send her the same thing back. As my eyelids start to get heavy and my body decides to feel light, a thought pops up in my mind.

I never got to kiss the girl.

Fuck.

[angelforstyles]

Lonely (together) Chapter Four

Lillian’s POV

Five days have passed and I haven’t seen Harry. He’s been busy the whole time.

I’ve cleaned my apartment a few times, rearranged my library, organized my paintings and notebooks, washed my paintbrushes, sharpened my pencils.

I’ve done two new paintings, read a book, and started discovering new smoothies. I’ve only gone out to the grocery store once.

I even organized my closet. I’ve done everything and I still feel like I’m missing something.

Now I’m literally on the living room floor looking at the stars.

I pull out an old device I brought with me when I was taken from my home when I was 16.

It’s one of the few things I’ve taken with me.

If I turn off the lights, it reflects the stars and space onto the ceiling and walls. I’ve been like that for a couple hours.

The girls are busy so I haven’t asked anyone to hang out with me. And I miss Harry.

In the past few days I have thought about all the moments we have had together.

I have written down all the positives and negatives of the situations that happened between us, his personality and how he treats me.

There was not one negative thing. (Except on my part there was)

My phone rang with a notification.

Harry: Hello princess. How are you?

Me: Fine Harry, how are you?

Harry: Good, I wanted to check up on you.

Me: Don't worry about you :)

Harry: Sorry I haven't seen you the past few days, I was busy, my mom and sister came to town without telling me. Things are a bit chaotic around here.

Me: I'm happy for you! Enjoy with them

Harry: Thanks. How do you handle your break?.

Me: Ahhh I don't know where I am if I'm being honest

Me: I did everything. I painted two paintings I feel like I'm going crazy but enjoy it, don’t know how

Harry: Aw princess. Relax, don't be too busy and not taking care of yourself, and I'm really happy that you're spending your time enjoying your hobbies.

Me: Don’t worry, thank you Harry

Harry: I really wish I could come over but my mom insists I stay with them after work and I quote: ‘We only see you once a year, we have the right to see you, and it's clear you have nowhere else to go.’

Harry: Plus she's the one forcing me to stay home.

Me: I don't know if I should be sad or happy for you, but I laughed

Harry: Naughty princess.

Me: Sorry🥺

Harry: None of that. Anyway I’m gonna try to stop by tomorrow.

Me: Okay byyye <3

Harry: ❤️

I can't wait for tomorrow.

——

It's 4pm. I'm cooking some pasta, I decided to start a new book series so I went and bought it today.

A soft knock on the door made me scared then I remember Harry knows the code.

I tried to fix my hair while looking at the mirror next to the door. I was wearing a pink t-shirt and gray pants.

I opened the door and Harry was standing with a bag in his hand. "Hello princess" He opened his arms and I threw myself at him. "Hey you did it" my voice is muffled on his neck.

Then I pulled away and looked at his face "Your work ends in an hour! Why did you go out early?" I said with my hands still on his shoulders and his on lower back.

"I wanted to see you" he said softly and smiled.

"Do you want to eat?"

"It smells delicious here but mom wants us to go out to a place I don't even know what" I laughed and hugged him again.

"I brought you something" he whispered in my ear.

"What?" "Do you want to know?" He said as he lifted the bag up.

"Harry" I said sadly and looked at him.

"Stop looking at me like that or I will fucking get on my knees."

He said and my heart started beating fast and everything disappeared from my mind except his sentence.

I looked at him with wide eyes. He cleared his throat "Do you want to open it now?" He said nervously. "Um okay" I took the bag from him.

I opened it gently and it was a red box. I turned to him and said "Why did you bring me a gift?"

He looked at me softly "When I saw it I remembered you so I brought it for you." I felt butterflies flying in my stomach.

I opened the box and there was a beautiful red bag the size of the one I have that I always wear. But more beautiful. "Harry" I said and felt tears gathering and my throat tightening. I gently put it on the table and hugged him.

"Thank you didn't have to buy me anything" I said and the tears fell "Hey no need to cry, it's just a bag princess”. He said stroking my hair.

“Oh my God, I forgot the food on the stove.” I ran and put out the boiling pasta and went back to him. “Nothing burned,” I said, laughing and wiping my tears.

As we sat on the couch, his phone rang. “Mom uhgh” Harry pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes.

Then he answered. “Yes mom.. I know, I’m close.. No.. okay.. No I said okay mom.” His brows furrowed and he let out a sigh of annoyance. He hung up.

He looked at me, smiled and kissed my cheek, "I have to go, sorry." I hugged him and murmured, "It's okay." He pulled away and looked at me, about to say something before he got up and left.

For two days we texted late at night, in the afternoon, and when he finished work. It was very innocent conversation.

Today his mother and sister are going back to England. I didn't mean to get excited, but I was. I missed spending time with him.

The girls were going out today but I told them I was busy. Harry and I were going to go to the library.

I was getting ready, I put on a little white dress and comfortable white boots.

I put on my make up and now I was standing by the window waiting for Harry to come. I saw his car stop and I jumped and then pulled myself together.

A minute later there was a knock on the door. I opened the door and it was Harry in a half-open shirt. His hair was shiny and he looked like he had just taken a shower.

“Harry" I hugged him and he lifted me off the ground and spun us around. "Harry" I laughed "My princess" he said with a laugh. "Put me down, my dress will wrinkle"

He put me down and we recovered from laughing then looked at each other. “Are you ready?” he said with a smile “Yes sooo ready !!”

He took my hand and we walked out to the car, I didn't feel for a second that our situation was as wired as my friends say, I pushed the thought aside and enjoyed the moment. He opened the car door for me and I got in.

The drive to the library was quiet with little conversation. We were going to one of the biggest libraries. I was so excited.

He parked the car and we got out. There were people everywhere. I was starting to feel nervous so I moved closer to Harry until my hand was brushing his. "Are you okay?" I nodded.

He put his hand on my shoulder and pulled me closer to him. I looked at him and he smiled so I felt comfortable putting my arm around his waist and he didn't say anything.

We walked around the library and I looked at the books and took pictures of several to buy later.

When we got out Harry said, “There’s a museum close to the library do you want to go?” My heart skipped a beat because I always wanted to go and never had the time or energy.

“If you want to.” Harry didn’t reply and we walked to the museum. It was indescribable, everything was so beautiful, I wanted to stay longer but Harry said it was nine and we should get out.

We got in the car and Harry said, “Dinner?” “If you’re hungry.”

“Are you hungry princess?” “Not much.” We stopped at a red light. “What do you want to eat?” Harry asked in a low voice. “Anything?” “Indian food?” I don’t like Indian food.

“If you want” “Italian?” “Anything is fine.” Harry took a deep breath and stood to the side.

“What do you want?” My cheeks burned. “It’s no big deal Harry, anything will be fine.” Harry went to the restaurant where we had eaten the first time.

We sat next to each other and Harry ordered almost everything in the menu after he asked me and I said pasta. We finished dinner and went back to my apartment.

Harry came out and we stood at the building door. I thought he wanted to come in but he stopped and took my hands.

“Did you have fun today?” he whispered, his face close to mine. “Uhm” I looking at our hands.

“Did you know that I like spending time with you princess?” My cheeks burned.

“Can I ask you something?” He said softly, I looked into his eyes my heart pounding and my hands starting to shake, but he held them tightly to stop them from shaking.

I looked up and for a moment I thought I might faint from the way he was looking at me. His eyes were shining, clearly nervous.

“Yes” I whispered and looked down. “Look at me” I looked up after a few seconds. “May I take you on a date?”

My ears started ringing, I started feeling dizzy, my heart was beating all over the place, and my legs couldn't hold me up.

Harry’s POV

Two days ago, I thought she would refuse to go on a date with me. But her eyes sparkled, her pupils got bigger and her hands were shaking, but she just smiled and nodded.

I couldn't believe it so I texted her that night to make sure she still wanna go out with me. So here I am going to buy flowers for her and pick her up.

I got the pink flowers. I knocked on her apartment door. Seconds later she opened the door wearing a short, soft pink dress.

I smiled and hugged her, "You look beautiful" I kissed her cheek. "Look at the coincidence, I brought you pink flowers" She laughed and took them then kissed my cheek. "Thank you Harry" She went to put them in the water and came back and we left.

We went to a fancy restaurant, and took the elevator to the thirtieth floor? I don't really know, she's so beautiful and took all my attention.

We sat at a table but she didn't like her chair position and wanted to sit next to me so I moved my chair closer to her. "So you never drink?" I asked curiously.

"No, I guess I'm afraid of losing attention to what's going on around me" she said playing with her hair.

The food was served and we sat talking about what she did and where I went with my mom and sister and my fights with my sister. I didn't go into much detail about my relationship with them.

We finished dinner and I dropped her off at her apartment.

A few days later we had our second date, it was at her apartment. We played puzzles and ordered dinner.

We sat in silence for a moment after dinner. “Harry,” she said quietly and nervously.

“Yeah my princess?” “I want to tell you something,” she mumbled, looking at her hands.

“You can tell me anything.” She looked at me for a moment then looked away. “I’ve never kissed anyone before” she whispered, hugging her legs. What?

“Don’t be mad at me, please,” she whispered, covering her eyes. “I wanted to tell you before but I couldn’t” she said with a trembling voice.

“Hey, look at me,” I pulled her hands away from her eyes, her face red and her eyes watery.

“You’ve never kissed anyone before? Like never? Not even a kiss without a kissing?” She shook her head no. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “There’s nothing to apologize for.”

I looked at her lips for a moment then into her eyes, “Sorry but does that mean you didn’t do the other stuff??” She shook her head and put her hands over her eyes. I pulled her hands away again.

“You’ve never had sex?”

“Harryyyy.” She closed her eyes.

“You’re the only guy I’ve ever talked to,” she said with a trembling voice. I hugged her when she almost cry and then we moved on.

I convinced her to come over to my place for our next date. She agreed so here I am today nervous as hell.

I made lasagna since she loves all kinds of pasta. With Caesar salad and champagne if she wanted to drink.

I went to take a shower and put on a black shirt and pants. I texted her to let me know when she was ready and I sent her my driver Cal.

Lillian’s POV

Call me crazy but I feel like he's going to kiss me today. I haven't given him a chance to touch me on the last two dates. But I think it's time.

I put on a red silk dress, black heels and the bag Harry gave me. I baked a vanilla cake, and put cream and strawberries to take with me. Harry said he'd send me a car so I went out.

A very big man (not kidding) opened the door for me. I thanked him. The whole way I tried to remember the way to Harry's house, it was close but because I’m nervous it felt like it was forever.

We stopped at a gate, the man opened the door for me and I thanked him again.

He talked for the first time "door code 1294" I went to the door next to the gate and wrote down the numbers and went in.

There was little big house and big garden in front of me. I couldn't see it well in the dark but it was very big and full of trees.

I walked to the front door. My stomach started to hurt from the tension. I rang the bell and hoped the pain would go away.

It was just Harry, the place had just changed. There was no need to panic.

Harry opened the door and looked at me with a smile. "Hello princess." He took the box from me and hugged me, then took my hand and we entered.

Directly in front of me on the right was a staircase and on the left was a large living room with a large glass door from ceiling to floor in the middle of the wall. At the beginning of the living room there was a piano and shelves.

Then in the middle was the sofas. The walls were light gray and the couch dark gray, the floor was light. "Do you like it?" Harry asked as I looked around.

I didn’t have time to answer him when a cat came towards us meowing. "You have a cat???" I asked in shock as I got down to pet her.

"Her name is Grey."

"Hi Grey" She closed her eyes as she let me pet her.

"She seems to like you, she's very moody, doesn't like strangers."

“She’s cute Harry,” I said grumbling. “Why didn’t you tell me about her before?” I looked at him and he held out his hand for me to stand up. “I don’t know why it didn’t crossed my mind.”

“Your house so gorgeous .” When we walked in, the kitchen was to the right, open to the living room, and there was a dining table. “Thank you, my princess. Sit down, I will bring the food.”

The table was set with gray plates, spoons, and a candle. I sat on the edge of the table with my back to the kitchen. I didn't think he was that romantic.

I smiled when I saw him coming. "Do you need some help?"

"Just have a seat, princess." I would never get used to the name.

Harry put the salad and lasagna, "Would you like some champagne?" "No thanks." Harry poured himself some champagne and brought me water.

We sat down to eat then I said, "This is so delicious, thank you." I reached for a napkin but hit Harry's glass and spilled all over him. "Oh my god, I'm sorry." I grabbed the napkin to clean it up.

"It's okay, princess." I felt tears welling up in my eyes. "Sorry, Harry." He took my hand and sat me down. "Hey, I'm home, I can easily change, it's okay, princess."

He kissed my head and said, "I'll change and come back."

I wanted to cry when I saw his empty glass. I got up and got the champagne and poured him another one. Harry came back in a grey t-shirt and black sweatpants.

“You didn’t have to refill my glass” he said, smiling at me.

We finished and I got up to put the dishes in the dishwasher with him, but he stopped me and sent me to sit down.

I sat on the couch and Grey jumped into my lap and I played with her. Harry came and sat next to me. “I’ve always wanted a cat, but I never had the time, and I didn’t want to leave the cat alone all the time” I said, then kissed Grey’s head.

I looked at him and slowly our smiles fade. I feel so nervous and excited, i bit my lip and looked down to avoid his stares. Grey jumped around again at me so I kissed her and pet her.

“Princess” Harry whispered and my cheeks burned. I looked up and his face so close, he holds Grey and put her down.

“Harry..” I mumbled. His hand touching mine, i wanna kiss him and i am so scared.

He slowly brings his lips closer to mine and I couldn’t move back, i want him to kiss me.

He brush his lips down on my jaw and i let pathetic breath.

“If you wanna stop you can tell me Princess”

“please” i don’t know what I’m begging for or why. He gives me a soft kiss, i still didn’t make a move not even opening my mouth.

He sucked my lower lip a little and I felt so dizzy, i feel his breath on my face, and wet sucking voice.

He gently pushed me to lie on the couch, my dress exposing my thighs so I kept on of my hands on his, while my other hand on my dress, his other hand on my jaw, sucking my lips slowly.

His nose on my cheek, i feel mine on his, and i feel the recently shaved face, and my stomach burning from the strange and completely new feeling.

My lips haven't moved yet I don't know what to do, it took me a few seconds to mimic what he was doing.

I kiss his upper lip then suck it gently, he stopped kissing me completely and made me do it for a few seconds until he slowly kissed me back.

I was holding my breath but now I'm breathing slowly. My legs started to hurt from the position, but I didn't move.

My hands moved to his shoulders then his neck, I was so nervous to touch him but when I felt his hand moving mine and put it on his cheek to his chest then back his cheek again, I brought his face closer to me as if he could be closer, until I felt my lips hurting me.

I pushed him a little and when I realized that my dress was very high and my panties were showing I quickly put my hands down on my dress.

His hands were behind my back they he carried me to sit on his lap. I looked at him as he smiled and then I realized what had happened.

I put my head on his shoulder and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

Harry’s POV

I set her on my stomach because my cock was hard as fuck and I didn’t want to scare her, she put her head on my shoulder for a moment.

I looked down at her thighs, her dress was a bit up. She pulled her head back and looked at me, her face was so red, “hi” I said softly, “you did good princess” I kissed her cheek then her forehead, she hit my lips with hers and start kissing me again, i smiled then i kissed her harder, she whine softly and i almost cum i pull her back, she was out of breath, but tried to kiss me again.

“so greedy baby, you need to breathe”, her expression got sad.

“None of that princess” i kissed her again, our teeth clashed a little. I felt something wet on me, for a moment I thought i cum, but no it was on my stomach, I smiled at the thought of the source of the wetness.

I think she's too busy to realize she's dripping.

I was about to cum and I didn’t even touch my cock.

I pull back, “princess i need the bathroom” She got off my lap, I looked down at the black spot on my gray shirt, then looked at her.

She dragged her gaze down to my stomach. “Harr— I’m sorry oh god” she whispered and reached for a napkin, she was freaking out about to cry and her cheeks were flashing. I stopped her.

“Hay hay, relax it’s fine, happens to everyone” It doesn't happen to everyone. Only happens when you’re so horny.

“it’s okay“ I pulled her between my arms and kissed her head, “you’re so sweet you know? For a first kiss this one was pretty amazing. If I didn't know you I wouldn’t believe it was your first kiss”.

She laughed. “Now i need the bathroom, can i go?” She pulled away “uhmm”

Grey jumped up to her. I walked fast upstairs to my bedroom and go to the bathroom and locked it.

I took my cock out, I tried to be fast, I fist my hand around my cock and let out inhuman grumbling, i fucked my hand fast and hard, with her image on my mind, swollen lips, red cheeks, the line between her breasts, I want to bury my face between them, her delicious thighs, and what is between them, I want to smell, bury myself inside her, I want her touch on me, and I want to touch her everywhere.

“Fuuucccckk” I came so hard, my cum all over the toilet, the guilt on my chest so heavy.

I cleaned the toilet, i took my shirt off and smell the almost dry spot, her smell so good.

I put the shirt in the closet I don’t want to wash it. And changed my pants and put t-shirt on. I went downstairs and she was playing with Grey.

When she looked at me her cheeks turned red, “need something to drink princess?” “Water please “ she mumbled.

I grabbed two glasses. “Sleep here tonight, it’s getting late” she choked on the water, and shook her head no, "I'll sleep on the couch, you can take the bed." She shook her head no again.

“I don’t have to go to work tomorrow, we can make breakfast together.” She looked at me hesitantly and then said, “I don’t have my stuff to stay in.” Grey clung to her and licked her cheek. “It tickles me, oh my god,” she laughed. “I have an extra toothbrush, and I can lend you my clothes.” I smiled at the scene in front of me.

“Harry,” she said, clearly trying to refuse. “I won’t take no for an answer. You brought a cake, huh?”

Her face lit up even more. “Yes! I’ll get it.” I went with her to the kitchen and pulled out a plate. We cut off a piece and started eating. “Your house is so beautiful.” She said as she tried to sit on the counter but couldn’t so I lifted her up. I stood between her legs and held the plate between us. “Really?” “Uh huh.”

“We’re going for a tour in a bit.” Grey came over and started making noises as she tried to jump. We laughed and then I got down and lifted her up to sit on my Angel thighs. “She’s so cute ahghhh”

I've never seen Gray like anyone.

Lillian’s POV

We finished and Harry dropped me off the counter and walked to a door near the kitchen. "Let's go to the basement first"

he said as we went down the stairs and into the gym. "Wow you have your own gym?"

I walked around the room with Harry standing behind me. We went upstairs and went to Harry's office.

There was a desk in front of a floor-to-ceiling window and a library filled with files and books. We walked out silently and went upstairs.

There was a door right in front of the stairs. "This is my room" he said in my ear.

I felt my stomach burn from his deep voice. We walked in, the walls were gray, a very large bed, a couch next to the balcony. The dressing table was between the archway and the bathroom door.

We entered the archway it was a closet.

"Oh my god" it was very beautiful and very big. I looked at Harry in surprise as he smiled.

"Do you own the house?" He nodded.

"I won't forgive you if you sell it."

We walked out of the room and went to three more, all of them guest bedrooms.

Down the hall we entered the laundry room. "Do you have a roof?" I asked.

"No but I have a garden" he said and we went to his room. I sat on the edge of his bed and looked around. The bed was very comfortable and soft and very manly too.

Harry came back from the closet. "I got a t-shirt and shorts and sweatpants I didn't know what you'd like" I blushed and took them. "Thank you.. I need the bathroom" I said as I walked.

I closed the door and it was a very large bathroom with a bathtub and a shower area enclosed. I used the toilet and then got dressed.

My panties were so wet so I took them off and covered them with my dress and put them aside. What happened earlier was so embarrassing.

The pants were too long so I put on the shorts. They were tight but comfortable. His t-shirt was so big and covered my thighs.

I went out and told Harry I was going to get my bag.

I brought makeup remover wipes after our first dinner.

I learned my lesson.

I asked him if he had any face wash and he gave it to me along with a new toothbrush.

I washed up and went out and he got in after me.

I sat on the bed and looked at the clock. It was 11. I didn't have a sleep schedule. Whenever I slept, I slept.

"I can sleep on the couch," Harry said. We already slept in the same bed so there's no need for all this.

"No, it's okay, you can sleep here." Grey entered the room and Harry took her out and closed the door. Then he turned off the lights.

It was very quiet as I got under the grey covers. It was very cold but I tried to warm up.

Next to me Harry, he moved a bit then stopped. "Thanks Harry." I whispered.

"It's okay princess, good night." "Good night."

I kept moving. I couldn't sleep. I didn't know if Harry had fallen asleep.

I looked at the clock and it was 1 am.

I thought about what to do and then decided to get out of bed.

I opened the door quietly and closed it and went downstairs.

Grey was awake too so I sat down to play with her on the living room rug.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" I jumped and put my hand on my heart.

"Harry you scared me." He came beside me.

"You need to sleep let's go." He took my hand and led me upstairs.

“I need water,” I whispered as we entered the room.

Harry sat me down and went to get some. He gave it to me.

“Thank you.” He lay down and pulled me towards him.

A heat between my thighs but I tried to ignore everything and focus on Harry’s breathing.

My head was between his neck and his shoulder, my body on his, he was so warm.

“Harry I can’t sleep.” He held me tighter. “Shhh relax your body.” I tried to relax it but it was no use.

I tried to get out of his grip but he wouldn’t let me.

“Stop moving, I won’t let you go,” he said sleepily. “Harry you sleep, I can’t sleep.” I groaned.

“You’re going to sleep.” I gave up and hugged him tightly, closing my eyes and breathing in his scent.

There wasn’t a single thought in my mind so I fell asleep.

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Timeline Anon is back - I’ve decided to rewrite my timeline a bit with added dates. Kept some paragraphs with theories but the rest is just dates with receipts. Pin if you need. Enjoy, LOVE x!

I’m pretty sure they’ve only met in March this year at the Renegade Nell premiere on March 26. We know that Nic was on a 6 month press tour so seeing each other was probably difficult to do. However, they did have some time to hang out in April before she had to go to Australia, and Nic started posting quite a few interesting songs in her stories starting April. I have no idea which songs Jake was sharing during that time, however I do know that on May 18 he shared The Louvre and Nic shared Birds of a Feather. Then on June 2 she shared The Louvre. (We’ll come back to that later).

Nic wears a bucket hat with the words “Popup Bagels”. I know that it’s her hat because she followed the IG page in April and also owns a different hat with the same words. I know for a fact that on May 14, Jake already had his profile picture with the same bucket hat. I couldn’t tell you when he changed his pfp exactly, but I have a strong feeling that Nic bought this hat when she was in New York at the end of April when they left Australia, and I think Jake was with her in New York. It looks like he could be in a hotel room in his pfp. And it is her hat, not his. 

We first see Nic wearing this hat at the airport coming back from Brasil, May 22. Then funny enough, there were rumors going around that Nic and Luke were in Spain towards the end of May. We know Nic’s stylist was. But guess who else was in Spain? Jake. And guess who is wearing her bucket hat in Spain? Jake, on May 30. You can see that in his stories. 

And who is wearing that bucket hat again, a few days later? Nic, at the airport going to Toronto, on June 2. Why would you share a hat with someone that much? I have no clue if Nic was in Spain but they saw each other quite a lot during the two week break they had before she left for Toronto, that’s for sure. 

Like I said earlier, on June 2, Nic was the one to share the song The Louvre. This song literally means “It’s about new love. How complicated it can be & how infuriating & how perfect it is as well.” All right… 

June 10, Jake shared the song Pavement Tune by The Frames. On the very same day, two hours later, Nic shared Redemption/Your Face by The Frames.

June 12: Premiere of part 2, Jake attends the premiere and after party. 

June 15: Nic celebrated with Camilla, Jake, and other friends. You can see someone wearing her famous shirt, “Kiss me, I’m Irish and vaccinated”. Jake was the one wearing it and you can hear his voice in the video. 

June 17: Nic posts her Skims photos and Jake likes and shares in his stories very quickly. 

June 21: Nic shares about her new song and what I thought was interesting was that Jake shared a meme in his stories that said “Let’s work it out on the remix”. 

June 25: When Jake posted stories at the park playing Scrabble and you can see Nic’s purse. That’s when people knew they were hanging out just the two of them. 

27 juin: DM begins talking about Nic in a podcast saying that she could be dating somebody. They had no idea about Jake yet. 

June 30: Nic posts a story with a green flag with "women with perfect breasts" and wished a Happy pride to everyone. Jake didn’t post anything but I have a feeling they were all celebrating together with his/their friends because a few of his friends were sharing stories with similar flags. 

July 1: Jake posts a story at the theatre going to see People, Places & Things. Obviously you can’t see Nic anywhere, but now we know that they were together because someone saw them and shared to DM that they were “getting close”. Nic shares the song July by Mundy. 

July 4: Nic shares a PCFR post in her story about her fundraiser that raised over 2M $ and Jake likes very quickly (proud king). 

July 6: Jake posts a story inside her house. Once again, they looked to be hanging out alone at her place this time. Has she ever hung out with a guy friend this much alone before? Beside JVN. 

July 12. First big sighting. Them at the pub. Jake posted stories of him smiling at the camera holding a package and another one next to the poster of the movie Longlegs that was about to be released. Later DM released a picture of them drinking at the pub. 

July 13: Nic goes to Wimbledon. She posts pictures on IG.

July 14: People realize Nic has changed the polaroid on the back of her phone when pics of WD are released. Jake posts a story with Jack, and Luke Fethers posts a story with Eamon. They were at the same pub watching the football game. Nic shares a story only on July 29 for Jack’s birthday but it’s from that day, so she was present as well. 

July 15: Jake likes Nic’s pictures from Wimbledon. 

July 16: Nic posts late at night and Jake liked only a few minutes later and also made a story around the same time. Just thought it was interesting! 

July 20: Jack shared a story with Jake saying he showed him the trailer to Longlegs. Later Jake is seen with Nic at the pub. They were joined later by Jack. 

July 21: DM shares newsletter with the new Jake and Nic pic from the pub. 

July 23: Jake went to the movies again and I think this time Nic was with him because on July 25 Nic followed the company that made Longlegs.

July 24: Nic shared stories with her Derry Girls co-stars at a wedding. The first story she shares is deleted a few minutes later, only for her to share a new one where you can’t see the polaroid on the back of her phone. 

July 25: Jake posts photos with his Renegade Nell co-stars, Nic likes. 

July 28: Jake shares some photos taken in the last few days/weeks in his stories. Some were definitely taken by Nic imo. 

July 29: Nic follows two of Jake’s closest friends, Becky and Noé. They follow back. Nic shares a pic for Jack’s birthday from July 14. 

July 30: Jake’s show Renegade Nell is cancelled, Nic follows the director and shares a story saying “Nell Forever” 

July 31: Jake posts a new pic on his photography account and Nic likes. 

August 4: Nic shares a story of her French Toast breakfast. Was a certain someone with her? 

August 9: Nic shares a pic of a Scrabble board at a pub. 

August 10: Nic, Jake, and her friend Dank go to see a play in Edinburgh. She shares a story of Dani. Jake and Nic follow Julia Grogan, who follow them back as well as Louisa. Not sure if Louisa was present as well.

August 11: Nic shares a backyard pic on the same blanket she brought to the picnic date, wearing her Drink My Milk shirt. You can see a man in the reflection of her sunglasses. Looks like really short hair (let’s remember that Jake’s head is no longer fully shaved). 

August 13 : Jake follows Dani, Nic’s friend. We now have confirmation that he was definitely with them on August 10 when they went to see the play. Jake also shares news that his upcoming movie is having a world premiere at TIFF. Keep an eye out for September! Nic shares the song Bless the Telephone by Labi Siffre around eleven at night. Is our girl in love? 

More to come…

#timeline

THANK YOU ANON!!!!