#feel free to drop me an ask or message me any songs you guys want translated and I will give them a go

[dwaekkicidal]

would love to request some changbin tummy worship with a side of nsfw 🙏🏼🙏🏼 this man is way too fine and i need to grab his tummy and tell him hes hot as fuck !!

THATS WHAT IM SAYING. not a want but a NEED to worship him and his tummy :( i might die without it.

Loved.

˚ʚChangbin x Gn!Readerɞ˚

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: 1.4k

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: gn reader, lots of body kisses, oral (m receiving), worshipping, no actual sex happens minus the oral but mentions of it ><

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes: thoughts on the new post theme? :3

Continuation of Worship, but can be read separately.

DO NOT republish or translate+post my work!

After the night you first doted on Changbin in bed, you started to catch him staring at you more than usual. His normally brief, bashful glances at you throughout the day turned into prolonged and almost obsessed stares. And whenever you turned to meet his gaze, instead of turning away bashfully as he did before, he would double down and stare even harder at you with a small smile on his lips. Sometimes even doing a nose scrunch at you and pecking your lips. But he would do all this silently and would never elaborate when you asked about it.

Eventually, though, you caught on. It was hard not to! You had made it your goal to always praise and worship your boyfriend any chance you got, especially after the reaction you pulled from him the last time you did it. So you began to blatantly drop a “Wahhh… Binnie, my Baby, you look so good..” after his workouts or an “It sounds so good! ‘M so proud of you Binnie~” after he showed you a song he worked on. 

With all this, it was more than easy to catch on to the way he would flush red and sheepishly bite his lip. And if this would happen around one of the guys, he would look over at them with a shy grin on his face.

Even in the few times you two had sex after that you would slip in a few words of praise. Though, you never had the time to worship him like you had that first night. That was, until today after you got a text message from Chan.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the message, you knew some of the boys had caught on but part of you wondered just how much about it they got out of him.

In the meantime, you decided to keep yourself busy until he returned home. Right as you finish making the bed, you hear the front door open then close, and a muffled, “Jagiya! I’m hoooome!~”

You smile and throw your phone on the bed, quickly rising to your feet and walking towards the bedroom door. He opens it right as you take your third step and he drops his bag to the side. You watch as he jogs up to you with a big grin on his face before he wraps his arms around you, squeezing you into a tight bear hug.

He mumbles into your neck, “Fuck, I missed you.” and it makes you giggle. You hug him back, placing a kiss behind his ear and melting into his warm body. This embrace is held for a few minutes as you catch up on each other's days, he was only gone a few hours but he still wanted to tell you everything.

When he gets to the topic of the studio, you pull away slightly and rest your arms around his neck. “I heard you helped some of the boys today! You’re so good at what you do, Binnie~ The boys and I are so lucky to have you in our lives.”

He short circuits, not expecting the praise all of the sudden, but smiles and blushes before nodding. “Mm.. Thank you Bunny..”

“Since you’re home early and we have some free time until dinner time. Are you gonna let me take care of you like last time? I think after today you deserve it. No?” He blinks a few times but bites his lip and nods. You can see the way his pants get tighter at the simple thought of it and it pulls a chuckle from your lips.

You both fully undress and he takes a seat on the bed, blushing heavily from the way you kneel between his legs. “You’re so delectable, Binnie. You make it impossible to control myself.” He chuckles and pulls you closer to the edge of the bed, “I feel the same about you, Bunny.”

“You're irresistible, baby. I just love everything about you.” You lean forward, rubbing your cheek against his thigh before pushing your lips against the skin. “I love your forehead.” kiss “I love your cheeks.” kiss “I love your shoulders, your arms.” kiss kiss.

A shaky breath leaves his mouth and you don’t miss the way his hips buck into the air. “Bunny..”

“I love your chest,” kiss “and your stomach. God, do I love your stomach, Binnie.” You pull away from his thigh and sit up further. Your hands then skim up and down his stomach, stopping at his waist and squeezing it lovingly when you lean forward. Starting from his chest and stopping at his abdomen, you press soft, eager kisses along his skin. The noisy smack sounds they create only makes his dick twitch against your chest.

A low whine leaves his throat from the lack of attention of his dick so you smile into his skin, nibbling on it teasingly before placing a final kiss on the same spot. You move back down to his neglected thigh, placing a kiss there before continuing. “Your tummy is so hot, Baby. I don’t think you understand how many laws I would be willing to break just to be able to kiss it all day.” kiss

That one pulls a breathy laugh out of him and you smile but continue. “And your dick is so pretty… Wish I could give you head every day.” He choked on his breath, not fully prepared to speak but pushes himself to do it anyway. “Anything for you, Bunny. Whatever you want, it's yours… Hell, I think I’d seriously walk around the house naked if you asked for it.”

Your eyebrow perks up at the thought, and you smirk up at him. THE Seo ‘I can’t handle compliments well’ Changbin who covers up his arms and his belly with big t-shirts just offered to walk around naked, for you. Now it’s your turn to whine. “That’s so hot, Binnie.”

Feeling even more motivated now you sink back on your knees. One of your hands wraps around the base of his dick, squeezing it before trailing kisses up and down the underside of it with small hums. You could feel his dick twitch with every other kiss, and once he finally lost patience he trailed a hand into your hair and tugged softly. 

“I'm sorry, Baby. I just want to worship every inch of you all day, every day. I would die happy if that were the case.” He chuckles and shakes his head, lightly scratching your scalp. You don’t hold back the smile that forms and look up at him. You hold this eye contact as you give one final kiss to his tip before sinking down.

“S-Shit! Babyy...” You look up and meet his shiny eyes, taking him even deeper into your mouth as you rake your nails up and down his thighs. His face contorts at a particularly intense suck and he sputters, almost choking on his own spit. He holds eye contact for a little longer before he’s overcome with pleasure and throws his head back, slowly rolling his hips up into your mouth. 

One of your hands grabs his on the mattress and you lace your fingers with his. He snaps his head down at the feeling, meeting your eyes again and then convulsing when you swallow around him as a reward. Your free hand moves from his thigh to his stomach, soothingly rubbing your thumb back and forth. He’s so riled up all so soon and he can feel his orgasm growing scarily fast.

“Bunny you’re gonna kill me haha- Ah~” He interrupts himself with a whiny moan, his eyes fluttering shut before forcing themselves back open. His chest begins to rise and fall aggressively and then high-pitched gasps and chants of “ah!”s fill the room. He rolls his hips up into your mouth and throws his head back. You close your eyes and begin to move your head faster, sucking and humming around him until he convulses and finishes with a cry.

You slowly pull off him once his hips sink fully back into the bed and place kisses on his thick thighs as he calms down. When his focus returns to you, you can tell immediately with the way his thighs try to snap closed under your lips. You pause your kisses to look up at him and you smile widely at the way his curls stick to his sweaty forehead, his eyes unfocused as they stare down at you.

In the corner of your eye you see his dick twitch to life again and before you know it he’s pulling you up to sit on his lap, pushing his lips against yours. He runs his hands down your body and smiles into your mouth at the way you seemingly melt into his touch.

“You always spoil me so well, Bunny. Let Binnie take care of you now, gonna fuck you good.”

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[averytirednerd]

Oh yeah, time for a big rant about Hazbin Hotel!!!

I haven’t really had much of a chance to sit down and write about this since I watched the episodes, so things I say are probably going to reflect what others have said. I’m just writing this to gush about the things I love about some particular songs in HH. 

I didn’t have any big expectations going into the first episode, because I’d mostly heard negative reviews of the show so far. I had heard that the songs, however, were bright spots, so I really looked out for the songs and listened in every time we were graced with one. The characters are truly the best versions of themselves whenever there’s a song going on, even if they aren’t the main focus of the song. It’s amazing to see, especially since my favorite thing about this show is the characters themselves.

My favorites are “Loser, Baby” & “Stayed Gone” and will probably be the main focus of this post because <3333

“Stayed Gone” is sung by Christian Borle (Vox) and Amir Talai (Alastor) and I could not be happier about it. Their voices are amazing here, and my favorite bits of this song are on repeat in my head.

I also love little visuals like the mug Vox has in the talk show format, the scrolling text in the news show format, or Vox’s error message toward the end of their bantering. 

(The scrolling text says: “I’m totally not worried about this guy and neither should you be. I totally wrecked his sh*t last time he tried me.”)

Alastor really gets under Vox’s skin and it makes me kick my feet every time. Their dynamic truly is everything, and I’m so excited we got this song that showcases it perfectly. 

He clearly enjoys it too, what a little jerk.

Speaking of these two, Vox definitely had/has a thing for Al at some point, right? I mean…inviting him to the Vees for a start. Not to mention just the v i b e s. Poor guy though, it’s definitely one-sided.

I love Al’s use of…modern…lingo. Truly a spectacle. That on top of it being a reveal of Al’s rejection to Vox’s offer 💀 I love this man <333

Last thing about this song, promise, but also I love the casual little lore drops and more pieces to the puzzle of the past that we get. Very exciting! Can’t wait to see how everything fits together once we find more pieces.

Okay okay, moving on. “Loser, Baby” is amazing musically as well as visually. 

First things first, I LOVE JAZZ OMG AND IT FITS HUSK’S VIBE AND EVERYTHING SO PERFECTLY???

Keith David’s voice definitely fits Husk in my eyes now, I see it, it works. He’s amazing. Does a fantastic job.

Not to mention Blake Roman’s performance was, of course, incredible as well. 

The big, upbeat, brassy sound in this song is amazing and I’m loving the trumpet in it especially (any fellow trumpet players? no?)

I love everything about this song. The visuals, voices, instrumentals, lyrics, message, all of it!

Husk slowly going from “yeah you kinda suck lmao, but so do I” in order to not make Angel feel like he’s not being genuine, to sneaking in a better message of “we’re not perfect but it’s okay, don’t be so hard on yourself” (and getting Angel to believe/go along with it too!!) is amazing. It’s a perfect example of these characters being the best versions of themselves during musical numbers. 

This song is what solidified Husk as number 2 in my rankings (and I’m sure I’m not the only one). I mean…just look at the way he moves, it’s so silly.

(We’re going to ignore the Videoshop watermarks, okay?)

Overall, I’m loving this show so far despite some obvious issues with pacing n such and an overall rocky start. Especially loving the songs, which I think kinda make the show rn. 

If anyone wants to add anything (because I definitely didn’t cover a whole lot, just surface level stuff because even this took a while to type out) then please feel free to! Also ask me any questions you’ve got for me concerning stuff that has/will happen(ed) in Hazbin Hotel. I love HH discourse!

Thanks to those of you who read all the way through, sorry for such a long post lol <3

[fvllingflower]

You only call me on the

pairing: college!wonwoo fem!reader, fwb

genre: smut with angst

warnings: cursing, alcohol, boob play, boob sucking, fingering, unprotected sex (pls be safe), spanking, dom!wonwoo, aftercare

song recommendation: the weekend by bibi

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You and Wonwoo met through mutual friends. Even though you've only spoken to him a couple of times, you two arranged friends with benefits. Was it the smartest thing you've agreed to? No, but you wanted to try something new.

Some of your friends started to catch on that something was going between you two but they never said anything. How could they not notice, every party you and Wonwoo would leave together or any event that involved you two, you'd leave together. Sometimes at parties you and him will disappear for hours and then come back looking like wrecks.

Although other than fucking, Wonwoo was actually a sweet guy. After every arrangement he'd make sure you're okay, he'll massage your legs, he'll praise you, he'll cuddle you, he'll talk with you. Sometimes he'll take you out to get coffee or to watch a movie you both been dying to see. Moments like those are the reasons you started falling for him. You did mean to fall for him, it just kinda happened. He's a handsome guy, he treats you well despite being friends with benefits, you two have similar interests, you just have chemistry with him that he seemed to ignore.

You remember one time after having sex you were just staring at the ceiling thinking about everything. He seemed to catch on and was trying to break you out of your trance. He climbed on top of you and was looking at you with concern. You broke out of your trance and smiled when you saw his face. He leaned down and kissed you for no reason but you weren't complaining.

You were out shopping with your best friend, Yoohyeon since she wanted to find something new to wear for an upcoming party. As you were walking through the mall your phone buzzed. You checked it and it was Wonwoo asking if you're free this weekend. At this point those messages if you're free on the weekend bum you out. What if you just admitted to Wonwoo your feelings? And risk getting hurt, no way. Yoohyeon could tell you were in your thoughts again.

"Y/N," She shook you softly. You shook your head and looked at her.

"Are you okay?" She asked. You contemplated on telling her. She's your best friend you can trust her.

"I need to tell you something important," You sighed.

"Do you wanna go somewhere private?" She asked. You nodded and so you two went into a bathroom stall together.

"Promise you won't tell anyone!" You raised your pinky finger up.

"I promise," She locked pinky fingers with you and shook on it.

"Um so me and Wonwoo have been fucking," You looked down. Yoohyeon's jaw dropped.

"Are you joking?" She looked flabbergasted.

"Sadly no, and what's worse is that I've developed feelings for him," You admitted.

"That's why you're always busy on the weekend and you two leave together," She put the pieces together.

"What are you gonna do about your feelings?" She asked. You shrugged.

"I don't know, I mean he's a really sweet guy but he only seems to want sex out of me," You ranted. Yoohyeon hugged you and rubbed your back.

"Okay here's what you'll do," She pushed you back and made you look at her.

"You're gonna tell him you're going to Mingyu's party, you'll look sexy as fuck, he'll pick you up, you fuck him, you two rest and what not, and then you confess to him," She explained her plan. You nodded.

"Okay?" She asked.

"Okay," You smiled. She hugged you once more before walking out the bathroom. You texted Wonwoo.

<Sorry I'm going to MIngyu's party with Yoo.

>That's fine, I'll just pick you from there then.

<Okay

You and Yoohyeon went back shopping with a new mission to find you a sexy dress. You ended up picking a mini black dress with a deep v-neck. You felt sexy in it and Yoohyeon agreed you looked sexy. Yoohyeon chose a silk champagne color dress that complimented her body.

The day finally came of the party. You woke up late. You ate breakfast, showered, skincare, your makeup, and finally got dressed. You walked into Yoohyeon's room to see her ready.

"Damn girl, I'd smash," She smiled and you laughed.

"When does the party start?" You asked.

"Mingyu said around 6 or 7," She answered.

"It's 6:30, you wanna go?" You asked her and she nodded. You went to put your heels on and Yoohyeon put hers on. You guys got into the car and got to the party. You and Yoohyeon held hands while trying to find Mingyu, who was by the pool.

"Yoohyeon, Y/N you guys made it," He sounded excited and he hugged us.

"Wouldn't miss it," Yoohyeon smiled.

"I'm gonna grab a drink," You smiled and walked off. You went inside to grab a beer and when you turned around you crashed into someone.

"Oh sorry, are you okay?" He apologized.

"I'm okay, sorry I wasn't watching where I was going," You smiled. The man in front of you was quite handsome, his eyes were pretty.

"I'm Joshua," He held his hand out.

"Oh— I'm Y/N," You shook his hand and smiled.

"I was going to assume your name was Beautiful," He flirted. You smacked his chest.

"Here let's go outside and talk," You smiled. You two walked outside to the pool and started chatting. Suddenly your phone buzzed. A photo from Wonwoo. You checked the photo and it was of you and Joshua. You looked around and spotted Wonwoo.

"Joshua, sorry I gotta go one of my friends need me," You stood up from the lounge chair.

"Oh okay, could I get your number so we can stay in contact?" He asked. You nodded and gave him your number before walking off to Wonwoo.

"What is it stalker?" You grunted.

"I want you," He whispered into your ear. He led you out of the party and into his car. As he drove, his hand rested on your thigh and he tried sliding his fingers in your panties but you gripped his wrist in time. You got to his apartment and you both kicked your shoes off.

"God you look so fucking sexy," His eyes looked you up and down. He pulled you into a heated kiss. He tapped the back of your leg as his way to tell you to jump so he can carry you. He slowly backed up into his bedroom. He sat down on the bed with you in his lap. He started kissing down your neck and down your revealed cleavage. He grabbed the dress straps and pulled them down to reveal your boobs.

"No bra? God you're so hot," He groaned. He started sucking on your tits and squeezing them. He bit down on one of your nipples making you whimper. He pinched your nipples harshly, making you moan loudly. He made you stand up as he stripped you naked and just admired your body. He got up and stripped his pants and shirt. He picked you up and laid you down on the bed. He spread your legs and started rubbing your clit. God his fingers are like magic at making you feel so good. He pushed two of his fingers inside of you.

"Oh Wonwoo," You whined as he thrusted his fingers at a rapid speed. He loved seeing you become a whining mess underneath him and all just from his fingers. He loved watching your face contort, your boobs shaking, your legs tremble, your orgasm fall on his fingers, he loved every bit of it. He pulled his fingers out and sucked them clean. He pressed kisses against your thighs, your stomach, your chest, and your neck. He started leaving bites scattered across your collarbone. He stood up from the bed and stripped his underwear off, and his angry, throbbing dick sprung out. He flipped you onto your stomach. You arched your back, putting your ass in the air and he lined himself up. He pushed his dick inside of your hole and soon started thrusting. He was holding onto your hips as he was fucking you mercilessly. He soon let go of your hips and his hands went to squeeze your ass and then smack it roughly. He loved the sounds that fell from your mouth, especially knowing he's the cause behind them.

"Who does this pussy belong to?" He asked while fucking you stupid.

"Aah— you, it belongs to Wonwoo," You cried out.

"That's right, don't forget that," He smacked your ass with full force. A few more senseless thrusts until he had you become a full mess. You reached your climax but that didn't stop him from fucking you dumb. You swear you could see stars with how high you felt off of him. He pulled out and released on your back. After resting for a minute, he got up and grabbed a wash cloth to clean up the mess he made on your back and the mess you made between your legs. He climbed back into bed with you and spooned you.

"You did so good," He whispered.

"Sorry if I was too mean," He added. You just hummed. You turned your body to face him.

"Wonwoo," You sighed.

"What is it baby?" He asked.

"I like you, I have stupid feelings for you," You admitted and he just smiled. He just cupped your face and kissed you softly.

"So does this mean you're my girlfriend?" Wonwoo asked as he pulled away from your lips. Your eyes widened.

"You like me too?" You asked. He nodded.

"I thought it was obvious," He smiled.

"It wasn't but who cares now," You smiled widely. He kissed you again.

"Are you free tomorrow?" He asked while cupping your face. You nodded your head.

"Good, I'm going to take you on a date," He smiled and kissed your lips once more.

[ladelinee]

Authors note: I can't believe I finally finished this part! I struggled with finding inspiration 😫, but I'm happy that you can enjoy it now! If you have any suggestions about what you'd like me to include in future parts, feel free to DM me 🖤 Enjoy!

Word count: 3,7K

Warnings: Negative thoughts, teasing, kissing, touching, +18 language.

“All shook up”

(Part 3)

The air was buzzing with excitement as Elvis prepared for his show backstage. With a soft hum, he sang improvised songs while his stylist meticulously adjusted every sequin and stitch on his jumpsuit. The intricate patterns on the fabric hugged his form, enhancing his stage presence. As the room filled with the murmur of conversations and equipment, Elvis remained poised and cool, ready to electrify the audience with his performance. It was a moment of pure anticipation, and you could feel the energy crackling in the air.

Joe entered the room, panting but trying to appear calm. "Hey E, how are you?" he asked.

Elvis turned around with a smile but sensed that something was off. "Hey Joe, everything alright?" he asked.

Joe hesitated for a moment before delivering the news that Elvis was dreading. "Well, I came to speak to you about this... Priscilla is on her way to see the show. She wants to surprise you."

Elvis's face immediately dropped at the mention of his wife's name. He knew that this could cause some trouble. "What? Ya're kiddin’ me, right?" he asked, trying to downplay its importance, but his nervous laugh betrayed his anxiety.

Joe's expression turned serious as he shook his head, "No, Elvis. She's really coming," he said. "I know we agreed to only have wives on opening and closing shows, and I tried to stop her with that, but she's determined to see you. She wants to make sure you're safe after the earthquake."

Elvis sighed and rubbed his face with his hands, looking irritated. "I know, Joe... I know the deal. Damn it, I didn't keep her in the loop.”

Elvis couldn't help but think about Y/n's beautiful face, which had been a nice break from his usual routine lately.

A staff member suddenly entered and informed Elvis that only 15 minutes were remaining until the start of the show.

Elvis nodded at the staff member. "Alright. I'll be there in a minute. Thank you"

Elvis let out a heavy sigh as he turned back to Joe again. “Ya know what, Joe, I was really hopin' to see y/n tonight. But now, it's lookin' like Cilla might just stay on over. Guess I gotta handle this whole thing right now”

“Hey, have you lost your mind?" Joe exclaimed. "There's no way you or any of the guys can leave now to deal with this, Elvis. The fans are swarming the building, trying to find their seats, and the media is everywhere. It's chaos out there!“

Elvis groaned and shook his head, thinking and walking in circles. "Damn... you're right, Joe.”

Suddenly Elvis walked towards the phone backstage, feeling his heart racing with anticipation. He pressed the dial button and tried to contact y/n's office. He thought that cancelling the date would be the quickest way to find a temporary solution.

"Damn it all…” Elvis let out a frustrated groan as he heard nothing but silence on the other end of the line.

"Mr. Presley, you have 10 minutes left." The staff member announced.

Elvis started feeling anxious and decided to resort to a plan B.

“Hear me, Joe. Hunt down that son-of-a-bitch Red, and instead of him playin' bodyguard tonight, send him for a minute to go and tell the girl this…”

Elvis thought for a moment and finally, with a snap of his fingers, he came up with a message. “Alright, just go on and tell her things got switched around. Tonight I'm dealin' with somethin' else, right at the last minute. Make sure she knows I'll ring her later to explain and I'm real sorry, ya hear?”

Joe nodded in agreement and began to head towards the door when Elvis interrupted him again.

“One last thing, tell Red to be gentle with her, will ya? At times, he's rougher 'n a bull in a china shop” Elvis sighed and ran his hands through his hair.

“Priscilla is getting on your nerves. Am I right?” Joe playfully teased Elvis to lighten the mood.

Joe's voice caught Elvis' attention as he looked up from his thoughts "Ya got no idea how much... I just want this night to be over, damn it" he said.

…“5 minutes, Mr. Presley”…

Elvis's demeanour changed, and he became laser-focused on giving his fans the performance of a lifetime. It was clear that nothing could stop him from delivering his best.

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“Seat 5, row B, on the right – get ready for a night to remember!” I exclaimed with contagious enthusiasm, guiding the last fan to their seat.

The night was so busy that every employee helped with the crowds coming to see Elvis. Time passed quickly, and the more time went by, the more nervous I became. "Only a few more hours until midnight" I whispered while hugging myself inside the furry coat that Elvis had given me.

As I began a daydream, my mind filled with fantasies and exciting scenarios. I wondered if Elvis would want to grab drinks with me, or maybe he would suggest we go to a secret spot. My mind ran wild with imaginations of all sorts.

My hands began to shake, but not from the cold. They were reacting to the sound of the applause and music coming from inside the showroom, a clear sign that Elvis was on stage. I couldn't help but smile to myself, feeling incredibly lucky at the thought of seeing him later. My body was responding to the nervous excitement, and my

smile seemed to light up the whole lobby.

My thoughts completely caught me off guard when I looked towards the front of the lobby and, to my utter surprise, there stood a stunning woman. Her graceful movements, almost like a model, along with the security team that accompanied her, were walking directly towards the entrance of the showroom.

It was Priscilla Presley.

I was so shocked that I couldn't find the right words to respond. I even missed the chance to welcome her myself. Thankfully an employee intervened, and she entered the showroom.

She made me question how on earth I thought I could ever stand a chance with Elvis. At that moment, I felt so small… and I was still wearing the coat that Elvis had given me, probably as a way to compensate me for the inconvenience rather than anything more significant.

As I was still trying to process the situation, a loud voice suddenly drew my attention. I turned to see a tall and red-haired man standing next to me, who I could only assume was Red West.

“Y/n? I have a message from Elvis” He asked. I could sense the weight of his words, especially given that he spoke on behalf of Elvis.

“Yes, it's me. How may I assist you?” I replied professionally. I waited nervously, unsure of what he would say next.

"He can't make it tonight, he is busy dealing with something more important, Have a good night, miss" Red said before rushing to the corridors leading backstage, without a chance for me to even reply.

The sudden change in my status from something special to something insignificant had sent my anxiety levels soaring, and I felt a hundred daggers piercing my stomach. The coat I was wearing began to feel heavier, as all the joy and excitement it was bringing me was suddenly drained away. I had been nothing more than entertainment for Elvis all this time. How stupid I was!

The sound of Elvis's voice filled the air. The lyrics were hitting me hard. The pain was too much to bear, and I knew I had to leave. As I walked away, the words of the song echoed in my mind, and I couldn't help but feel crushed and devastated.

“Do you gaze at your doorstep and picture me there?

Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back again?

Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight?”

At 4 pm, a new shift started and I found myself in front of the mirror once again. I applied concealer to hide my dark circles as I had barely slept the night before.

I stepped out of my office and walked over to do the daily check before attending to Elvis and his wife, a thought that made my heart ache.

"Oh la la! My dear friend!" Alex suddenly jumped out from the corner as if he were a tiger on the hunt. "Wow, what are those dark circles? Did your secret admirer make them for you?" he asked with a mischievous smirk as if he were fishing for information.

"I really don't want to get into it. He just cancelled everything, end of story" I said, my voice betrayed a hint of hurt.

I anticipated Alex would show some compassion towards me, but instead, he said:

"Look, I've never seen you like this before. First off, you're a top-notch pro. Let's not let the guard down now. Second..." Alex began sprucing up my hair and tweaking my jacket. "Dress to impress, so he kicks himself for what he's missing. And third... guess who left the hotel this morning?" Alex revealed with a sly grin as if he had the inside scoop on last night's drama.

Without even having a say in the matter, I was instantly swept up in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. My expression became a mix of confusion and curiosity. Before I had a chance to voice my thoughts, Alex broke in.

"No time to waste!" he declared firmly, noticing that I was puzzled. "Elvis is up and asking for you. Please go! I will take care of the daily check" he assured me with a determined tone, urging me to focus on the immediate priority rather than being distracted by other matters.

"Oh, you really know how to keep the gossip alive, don't you?" I mumbled under my breath, a smile played on my lips as I headed towards the elevator.

Alex just shot me a friendly smile and gave me a wink to cheer me up. I nodded my appreciation and walked into the elevator, heading towards Elvis's penthouse.

“So I got up and walked out in that… hallway

Had my flashlight and my gun in one hand

I looked at that big chandelier hangin’ over the dining room table…

That son-of-a-bitch was shakin’ man, back and forth”

As I opened the door to the penthouse, I could already hear the sound of Elvis's voice coming from within.

When I stepped inside, I found Elvis sitting in an armchair with his back turned, dressed in black. The jumpsuit he had worn for the concert the previous night was on the floor, and the room was a little messy with some beer cans in the living room area.

Elvis continued talking on the phone until he finally noticed my presence. He said a quick goodbye to the person on the other end of the call and turned his focus to me.

He appeared to be quite pleased with the sight of me, though I could see a small glimpse of guilt on his face for having cancelled our plans the previous night. He didn't speak right away, probably awaiting my response.

“Good afternoon” I said smiling. I knew my role. The last thing I wanted to do was make this scenario personal. So, I maintained my professional demeanour, waiting for Elvis to speak first.

“Darlin’. M’sorry for cancelling our plans, last night was not easy, trust me.” Elvis said, regretful.

“It’s fine, Mr. Presley, I understand. I hope you had a nice time during the show with your wife.”

In return, I remained cold, maintaining my distance. It seemed that Elvis was getting anxious as he realized that I had no intention of engaging in any emotional connections with him.

Elvis seemed quite surprised by me calling him by his last name. "Darlin’, call me Elvis." He insisted.

I remained stoic, calmly replying "Fine, Elvis."

Elvis, worried about my answer, stared at the floor and then continued “Listen, Cilla ain't supposed to be showin' up here. Our marriage ain't going well, believe me. We ain't even sharin' the same bed”

I couldn't help but wonder whether what he said was true or just a lie. Although I wished it to be true, it seemed too good to be true. When faced with a challenge, I chose to respond boldly.

"If your marriage isn't going well, why are you still with her? " I asked. "I knew from the very beginning that you considered me as just an entertainment" I continued, letting my bitterness and frustration show.

Elvis got the point straightaway. “The main reason I'm still with her is all 'cause of my little girl, Lisa. She’s everythin’ to me. I… I love comin’ home and seein’ her pretty little face waitin’ for his daddy." Elvis explained while he walked towards me.

He held my chin gently in his hand, and his piercing gaze locked into mine. He stood so close that his towering height made it hard for me to even see the window behind him, casting a shadow with his broad shoulders.

“And…from the moment I saw ya...” he said, his voice low and steady. My heart raced as he continued, “…I felt somethin' special. That's why I argued with your boss to keep ya. Y/n, ya are very special to me, I can't deny it.” He said. My breath caught in my throat as I realized that the feeling was mutual.

"Is that true?" I asked with disbelief. I couldn't believe the words coming from his mouth. As he drew closer, my heart started pumping even harder. His presence made me weak. I was hopelessly drawn to him.

“I’ve never been so honest in my life, darlin’”

As I was still processing the weight of his words, Elvis swiftly reached out and held my face with both hands, bringing me into a deep kiss before I could react.

The kiss was filled with passion and hunger, almost as if we were both finally giving in to what we truly desired. I felt overwhelmed by the suddenness of his action, but I couldn't resist the feeling of attraction and passion I felt for him.

In the closeness we shared, my senses started to heighten. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my cheek and the firm grasp of his large, soft hands on my jaw. The familiar, sweet and musky scent of his fragrance, evoking memories of our first meeting, caused a tremble throughout my body.

One of his hands slowly slid down my back, as if a hissing snake was running over it. His hand stopped at my butt, grabbing it with desire. His movement was so powerful that he almost lifted me off the ground, slamming me against him.

I moaned into his mouth.

Elvis paused and looked me straight in the eye, making me skip a heartbeat. His blue eyes were filled with a mix of desire and affection.

"Goddamit, baby, do that again," he requested, his voice almost breathless with excitement. He looked down and noticed that he was hugging me so tightly that my breasts were pressed against his chest, and he let out a subtle groan of pleasure.

"I think somethin’ is in the way," Elvis said with a sly grin, now looking at my jacket. My face couldn't help but turn red, the blush of shyness and heat filling my body. His looks and his gestures were becoming more and more sensual and teasing.

Elvis gently removed my jacket, letting it fall directly to the floor. Meanwhile, his lips were close to mine and attempting to bite me. I couldn't help but moan softly, as he requested previously, when he grabbed my breasts by surprise before he finally managed to achieve his aim of biting my lip.

“Oh my… “ I added. I was starting to feel a tingling in my core. His warm and big hands grabbing my breasts with a possesive grip made me feel like in heaven.

"Baby, I can stop if ya want me to" He suggested with a cheeky smirk, while his hands moved down to my shirt and slowly unbuttoned it, his focus shifted to my black bra and looked at it with parting lips.

"No, please... keep going" I replied, my voice became more urgent and needy. I needed his touch, his caresses were like a drug to me and I couldn't get enough.

The manly smell and the roughness of his skin after having shaved yesterday were enough for me to notice the wetness of my panties.

I started kissing and licking his neck vigorously as if begging him for more.

"Oh fuck" he moaned under his breath. We both knew what was coming next, as his bulge hardened against my stomach and Elvis' eyes, gleaming with a hunter’s glint, turned hungry as they fixated on my bra. His hands moved swiftly and decisively, grabbing my breasts with urge and pulling my bra down. His gaze was fixed on my breasts and he was making no intention of stopping any time soon.

My breasts were still bouncing from the sudden movement Elvis made when I felt his warm breath and soft lips on one of my nipples, and my whole body began to tremble.

He kissed them softly at first, passing his tongue around, making me grab his black hair, and whine softly. That reaction convinced him to take it to the next level, and he started nibbling, getting them hard and giving me an even more intense pleasure. Right after, he pinched them and rolled between his fingers, making my breathing become heavier.

I started feeling my clit growing slowly and throbbing. I couldn’t help but rub my thighs together. Elvis watched how I was doing it with a naughty and amusing smile that slightly curled his lip “Hhm, There ya go.” He added.

He started playing harder with my nipples, turning them red. I was about to gasp when he grabbed my neck, taking control of my breathing.

I could feel Elvis’ pants tightening around his crotch area, and he started to buck his hips against me in a slow and sensual dry-humped motion. His breathing was heavy, as he was focused entirely on the sensation of my body and the friction he was making.

The mix of Elvis’ lips just inches apart from mine, mixed with the sound of his growls and his breath hitting my face, was overwhelming. The warmth of his hand on my neck, reddened nipples, and the heat caused from his bulge were driving me wild, the pleasure was too intense to handle at once, all while Elvis was enjoying my gestures and keeping his eyes piercing into mine.

I began to caress his bulge, and my eyes widened in surprise when I realized his length and how hard it was. Immediately I pulled his shirt towards me, eager to kiss him. He leaned back and avoided the kiss, laughing softly and teasingly.

“Well, well…look at ya. Miss Prim and Proper’s gone and turned into a little ol’ thing yearnin’ for me. So am I forgiven?" he said, his smile revealed that he was enjoying my attempts to get closer to him, and I couldn't help but feel desperate for more.

"Oh, Elvis...You're so..." I sighed, blushing but at the same time hungry for more.

Elvis removed his hand from my neck, and grabbed my butt once more. “So… what, darlin’?”He asked with husky and teasing voice while his hands started moving down to the edge of my skirt, slowly lifting it up and showing a glimpse of my panties.

Right before I could reply or he had the chance to peek beneath my skirt, a sudden knock at the door halted everything.

“Housekeeping, may I come in, please?” The voice from outside asked.

It seemed someone had noticed Elvis was awake, and sent them in to clean.

As soon as we started hearing the knocking on the door again, Elvis turned his head to look at the door, then at me. And I just froze. "Oh god, no. No, no, no!" I exclaimed in panic, my face turned pale. "They're going to come in anyway, and they'll see me like this"

Elvis laughed softly, leading me to the wardrobe. He said "Don't ya worry, we'll be hidden in here for a while. Come on, let's hide!" He took my wrist and helped me step into the wardrobe. When we were inside, Elvis kept laughing softly as he shut the door. “Well, ain’t this a pattern? We’re always endin’ up in these tight, shadowed spots.” He said.

He positioned himself behind me, my heart was racing. “This is not funny, Elvis,” I whispered while hiding in the wardrobe. I was terrified of being caught and fired.

As the housekeepers opened the door, I peeked out through the gap between the wardrobe doors and saw my jacket on the floor, with my name tag on it.

“Right, Mr. Presley is not here; I want the room impeccable,” a lady in a suit said before leaving the room.

Oh Lord, that was Angelica, Doris’ boss. That housekeeping manager hated me for no apparent reason, and if she catches wind of this, my career will be over.

The employees began cleaning the room, and my heart pumped with fear. “They’re going to see my jacket” I said, worried.

Elvis, standing behind me, grabbed my waist and pulled me closer, covering my mouth with his hand. “Shh…It’s okay, darlin’, ya work for me now. We’ll figure somethin’ out,” he whispered. “By the way… this ain’t over,” he added softly, his voice filled with desire as he finally brought his free hand to the front part of my panties.

The rush of thinking we might get caught, mixed with Elvis's touch, sparked a whole new excitement in me.

Today's shift was shaping up to be a real rollercoaster.

Need to recap? Part 2 here

Part 4

[bullet-prooflove]

Donna’s Wednesday Radio Show Prompt List #9

Hey guys! As some of may know I do a weekly radioshow on Wednesdays and I thought why not put together a prompt list from some of the songs I’ve been playing. I thought it would bring some fresh prompts into our world!

Feel free to pop any of these prompts with a charcter I write for (You can find these on the pinned post on my blog) into my ASK box!

Also don't forget to put the entire prompt in and not just the number!

I'll never be your chosen one

Only one of us gon' make it out alive and it's not you

See, anybody could be good to you You need a bad girl to blow your mind

I love when she says, what's wrong with right here on the counter?

Don't you dare come running back to me

Bad bitch, diamonds in my collarbone

I was drunk, I was gone, that don't make it right

Love her even though I'm not supposed to

I make these boys get on their knees

honey, hold my hand, you like making me wait for it

No matter what I say or do The message isn't getting through

Are you scared?

I need her so bad Sometimes I feel like I can taste it

She got a body like an hourglass But I can give it to you all the time

She's more than worth it

I've been waiting patiently

If he hanging, we banging,

With or without makeup

I get tired and upset And I'm trying to care a little less

anybody could be bad to you You need a good girl to blow your mind

Searching for a new high, high as the sun, uncomfortably numb

Late night watching television But how we get in this position?

And you're listening to the sound Of my breaking heart

Got to be a better way to come down

Think it's time we got this straight Sit and talk face to face

I got a new tattoo,

It feels good to hold the knife, cut me out just right

Back-back seat of my car

I don't care what the people may say

Well I just want to let you that he's mine

I promise there were no feelings involved

Still your hot and you kiss me back and it Feels real good and I know you love me

But you're blind if you can't see That his love is all in me

I killed a man in a far away land

But you came home around three

Don't you say one more thing to me

I'd fall to pieces if I went anywhere without her

Just wait a minute, let me take you there

I can say things I don't mean

Pack your bags up and leave

You can't destroy this love I found Your silly games I won't allow

I don't care what the whisperers say

Scattered around on the floor

And I will not speak of your sins

How long has this been goin' on?

Got nothing left to prove to you

I really want you to really want me

I'm so misunderstood, but I live for this

Maybe I should drop it It's a touchy subject

 I've been dancin' on the floor darlin

He said without me he couldn't make it Through the day,

There's a light in the bedroom

This is just another night And we've had many of them

Won't you shut it up, you can't explain

When we get home darlin'

my heart was flawed I knew my weakness

From the truth you can't escape

This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks

I know you want to know what's right

So hold my hand Consign me not to darkness

I took the road and I fucked it all away

And time's running out as often it does

Can I come in from the cold?

You better take cover, there's a quiet storm

I feel like I need some more and I Feel your body close to mine 

We are the last people standing At the end of the night

I'll admit, I was wrong, what else can I say

I know it's killing you inside

Good times, remedy your sorrows

Close the door behind you, leave your key

I really wanna stop, but I just got the taste for it

[ninbayphua]

刘宇宁 《让酒》 Passing of Wine ENG SUB

So I decided to do another translation slash subtitling post cuz my previous attempt at it went surprisingly well 😍 (thanks for all the love and support guyz 😘)

I couldn't find an English subbed version of Liu Yu Ning's 让酒 on YouTube or online so I decided to translate and subtitle my own 😂 Mainly because it's my favourite song of all time but also cuz of Liu Yu Ning and Qin Hao 😬 sshhh don't judge 😛 Hope this was useful for anyone who's interested in what the lyrics mean 👀

I've also taken some liberties with the title translation cuz it doesn't quite translate into English? The word for word translation of 让酒 would be 'give wine' or alternatively 'inviting someone for drinks' but I went with 'Passing of Wine' in the end because it fits better context wise - what with Wu Xie passing on the torch to Li Cu with the whole eliminating the Wang Clan plan and Wu Xie literally giving Li Cu his share of liquor in ShaHai - Anyways, hope you guys enjoy my interpretation/translation~

I've also posted it on YouTube for anyone who wants to view it on a different platform.

This is the original video.

[satellite-evans]

Only Angel

Chris Evans x actress!reader

Word count : 781 words

Summary : Chris gets jealous of you talking about Harry Styles all the time.

Warnings : fluff, mention of anxiety

A/N : Here I am with a small blurb for you all. If you ever want to speak to me, ask me something, request something or just vent, please feel free to message me! I love you all xxx

English is not my first language, so if I made any grammar mistakes, I apologize! Hope you guys enjoy:)

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site.

It was getting colder and darker in Boston; leaves were falling from the trees. There was a chill in the air overnight, frost on the ground in the morning, and mist and fog in the air. Dry, dead leaves crunched beneath your feet and clouds appeared when you breathed out. Yes, fall was finally here. It was Chris’ favorite season. He loved spending Sunday mornings in bed with you while he watched leaves falling from the trees. He loved seeing you play with dodger when you guys went for a morning walk. He loved the noises you made when he tickled you on his couch. He loved how you made him Halloween treats, even if it wasn’t officially Halloween yet. What he didn’t love was that you kept bringing Harry Styles up all the time.

“ Babe, can you open ‘Only Angel’ from Harry Styles on my phone? My hands are dirty!” you yelled from the kitchen while making cookies for the two of you. Chris sighed at your ask and opened the song for you. He knew it was your favorite song. When Harry sang, he could see you smiling widely, which made him mad and insecure. What was so special about him? Sure, he was a few years younger than him, and yeah, he was handsome with an amazing voice and body, but he was Chris Evans for god’s sake. He had one thing that no other male had. America’s ass.

“Why do you like Harry Styles so much?” He asked while your hands were still dirty.

“Excuse me?”

“I mean, what is it you like so much? We’re in the car, you open Harry Styles. You’re cooking, you’re listening to Harry Styles. You’re in the shower, you’re singing his songs. Even at family gatherings, you keep talking about his songs and how much you want to see him in real life. I mean, what is so special about this dude?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at your boyfriend, who had a serious look on his face. Was he jealous?

“ I just think that he is a brilliant singer. I love his songs. They helped me through a lot, you know. He is kind, caring, and sweet towards his fans and he is a feminist. What’s not to like?”

Your answer scared Chris a little. Were you into him? Everyone knew that you and Chris had an age gap between you, too, but it was never a problem. You loved him and he loved you. You and Harry were the same age. Even the thought of you leaving him for someone else made his heartbeat go faster.

“That’s it? You won’t find him, I don’t know handsome or anything?” He asked you almost in a whisper. You dropped the dough in the bowl next to you, washed your hands, and took Chris’ face in your hands. You looked into his deep blue eyes with admiration and saw the anxiety creeping up on him.

“Chris, honey, listen to me carefully. I’m gonna say this to you one time, okay? I love you. I love you because you are the owner of my best times. Even the brief moments I spend with you are unforgettable. I don’t want it to end. And if you’re not with me? That’s when the minutes stop flowing. It turns into torture to endure time. I love you because with you I rediscover life every day. You always offer me something to discover every day. I become the tireless explorer of breathless adventures of exploration. I love you because I don’t feel like doing anything else and I enjoy feeling this feeling for the first time in my life.Your love didn’t fit anywhere. It fits in my heart alone. Now it doesn’t fit in my heart either and it’s leaking from my eyes. The only thing I wish is that you could see the love I have for you in them, Chris. I love you. All of you.”

Chris couldn’t help himself but grab you and kiss you on your lips. His hands moved to your waist and pulled him against you, while yours went to his neck. Chris and you kept making out until your lips were swollen. When he released you, he didn’t speak. He was busy drinking all the love that was leaking from your eyes. And you said nothing because you were busy drinking the love that he had for you that was leaking out of his eyes. You both loved each other so much, that everything else was forgotten. Even Harry styles.

[i4hyck]

ARE WE FRIENDS OR ARE WE MORE?

PARING: Mark x reader

GENRE: Fluff, crack (I tried), slightly suggestive.

WARNINGS: Swearing, Jaemin deserves better. Haechan and renjun are third wheeling. Mark is jealous, y/n just can’t sleep and thinks shit.

WC: 2-3k.

A/N: This is my first fic, please excuse any grammatical errors. feedback is appreciated! Also lmk if I missed any warnings! Tbh I was so nervous to post this but it’s here!

SONG REC: Boyfriend — Ariana grande, social house.

01 — HOW IT ALL STARTED.

It all started when haechan introduced you to Mark. Your first impression about mark is, he’s a nice guy, a respectful one. That’s it. It was not like those ‘love in first sight’ impressions. You do admit that, you like him. All you do is drop hints that you like him, every time you both hang out and all he does is not picking hints. Are your hints that faint that he doesn’t pick any of them or is it that he does realise your hints but just ignoring them Because he doesn’t feel the same way? But there is no way. The things you both did, tells a whole new different story. Is he playing with your feelings? Or does he really like you?

But, After numerous attempts of dropping hints, you gave up. Haechan did encourage you to drop some more hints and not give up but, you just didn’t care anymore, you are just hoping somehow, some way, mark will pick those hints and maybe try asking you out? Is that even happening? Your thoughts were interrupted when your phone buzzed.

Oh, boy it was a text message from mark.

Mark — 11:30 PM y/nnnn are you free tomorrow 4PM?

That exact moment, You almost screamed but you realised you might wake up your parents up. But wait, what is about? Is he going to ask me out? Nope, no fucking way. Okay first I need to calm down and reply, you thought to yourself.

You — 11:32 PM tomorrow 4PM? Oh yup I’m free

Mark — 11:32 PM okayy niceeeeeeee can we play basketball tomorrow?

“Fuck.” You swore, you thought he was going to ask you out but nonetheless, you get to hang out with him.

You — 11:33 PM ofc, also is haechan coming?

Mark — 11:33 PM No, but I can invite him if you want him to come :)

haechan is not invited, for the first fucking time! So does it mean that he’s giving me hints that he likes me or picking them up?

Woah. I need to stop, one girl and a boy hanging out doesn’t mean it’s a date, it can be a platonic date, right? You sigh.

And invite haechan? Fuck no, he’ll just expose you…

You — 11:35 PM no no don’t- I just asked and haechan… he’ll- It’s nothing

Mark — 11:36 PM LOL don’t worry, I get you

You sigh. He knows, he knows what he does. For now, you just needed some rest.

You — 11:36 PM thank for understanding LOL Well Good night mark, see you tomorrow

Mark — 11:37 PM Anytime, good night! Sweet dreams see you tomorrow too!

You smile at mark’s message and switched off your phone. Heading to sleep.

02 — JEALOUSY.

You woke up, you looked at the window and sighed.

“Fuck, is it the devil’s hour rn?” You mumbled. Reaching out to your phone on the nightstand next to the lamp, the only source of light in your room. You checked the time, it was 12:48 AM, You groaned. So, I didn’t even sleep for a two hours? You thought to yourself.

“I hate my life so much.” You mumbled while try getting sleep by closing your eyes and you still couldn’t sleep. You opened your eyes and started to stare at the ceiling. All you could think about now is the past moments in your life, that you don’t even regret or maybe you do. Getting jealous and angry over mark kissing your best friend. Well, who wouldn’t? like, imagine your best friend kissing your fucking crush. Who wouldn’t be mad and jealous about it? and it just got worse that day. You tripping in front of him and his friends, also your friends. Mark didn’t laugh, unlike others. He was actually concerned and asked if you were okay, which made your heart flutter. Well your best friend or should you say your ex best friend, is an absolute bitch. She used you so she could get close to mark and haechan. You just sigh, it’s waste of time thinking about her. But the moment where mark actually dragged away his friend Jaemin when he was flirting with you? that moment was shocking. Jaemin was flirty that day, it was a gift from heaven, because you had a crush on him but your feelings for him didn’t even last a week. Just like your other ex-crushes. Mark was the only guy, who you loved for years. In-fact 5 years to be exact. You love him, a lot. Haechan somehow got to know you have a crush on mark. He did kinda blackmail you about it but he also did encourage you a lot. Which made you hate and love him for that, you are so grateful to have a friend like him, but You are too tired to think about anything now and just needed some sleep, you close your eyes. Hoping you would eventually fall asleep soon.

03 — CRAZY THINGS YOU BOTH DID TOGETHER.

You still couldn’t sleep, it’s 1:20 AM and you don’t know why the fuck you get intense flashbacks when you can’t sleep. It just gives you mixed feelings, once it’s embarrassing, then angry, then sad, then regretful. You hate it and is it normal for friends to steal kisses from each other? well, you don’t know about that but sometimes I did that. Mark calls it ‘kissing your homies’ it never fails to make you laugh. The list of crazy things you both did wasn’t really something friends would do, it was something lovers would do. Well at least, that’s what you think. Stealing kisses, flirting with each other, calling each other babe for fun, getting jealous if someone flirts with one of you, and yet you both aren’t dating. What even is this friendship? or should you call it a relationship? It’s complicated, you hate it. You were tired of everything, is he playing with you? does he like you? You don’t know. It feels like a disguise relationship, naming it a friendship. For sake of others, when it really wasn’t the case. You don’t know anymore, thinking about this again and again, you drift off to sleep.

04 — MIXED FEELINGS.

You woke up to your phone buzzing, You reach out to your nightstand and grab your phone to see a text message from your mom as you were reading the text message from your mom, you turned off the lamp and got out of bed.

Mom — 8:23 PM Y/n me and your father are going to your grand mom’s house and I won’t be back for two days, so please take care and don’t make a mess, Love you hunny

You — 8:24 PM alright mom, take care! have a safe journey and I promise I won’t make a mess, love u too

You turn off your phone to get ready. Soon after, you got ready and ate breakfast. The house was so silent which made you happy but kinda scared for some reason. But you ignored all those scary thoughts and proceeded to watch your favourite show playing on the T.V. Your phone buzzed, You got a text message from Jaemin. When you read it, your jaw dropped. “Fuck fuck fuck.” You cussed.

Jaemin — 10:39 PM hey y/n are you free today? like 4PM so maybe we can hangout?

You — 10:40 PM Well I’m hanging out with mark at 4PM so yeah I might not be able to hangout with you if you are okay with hanging out with us, I’ll ask mark

Jaemin — 10:42 PM oh, I would love to but I dont think its good to yk kinda ruin your date with mark, it’s fine

You — 10:42 PM Nonono- we arent dating Jaemin- It’s a platonic date and you would never ruin our date, come on don’t think like that, you are a friend of ours too :(

Jaemin — 10:43 PM oh my bad- I’m sorry and dont feel sadd, thank you for being wholesome <3

You — 10:44 PM awww don’t be sorry and okay I won’t be >:) thank u for being a sweet friend too jaemin

Your heart melted, he’s too nice, he really is.

Jaemin — 10:45 PM Not more nicer than you though and lmk when your free, take careee

You — 10:46 PM oh please- not more than you and I’m free like 5PM Or 6PM I guess, I’m not sure but I’ll be free by 5PM I think

Jaemin — 10:46 PM nope, not more than you and I see, I’m free at 5PM so I’ll meet you that time

You — 10:47 PM alright

You turn of your phone and resume to watch your favourite show. After 1 hour, the show was over and it was time to order food, all you are craving for now is pizza. “Time to order bitches.” You told to yourself.

“wait so, I’m home alone so there is no one with me, means no bitches, damn.” You paused and realised, that you were home alone.

And you heard the door bell ring, you know what it means… Your food is here! You opened the door and paid for the food. You closed the door and headed to your living room, to start eating while watching a movie. Right after you finished your pizza, you washed your hands and threw the pizza box at the dustbin. You almost finish the movie and slowly drift off to sleep. You woke up and you reached to your phone on the table. “Shit, I’m getting late.” You immediately got up and hurriedly got ready and then headed off to the basketball court, and there is mark, waiting for you. “hey, mark!” You wave at him.

“hii y/n.” He waves back, you smile at him while walking towards him.

“So, before we start playing I have an idea.” You told to mark while standing in front of him.

“ohh, what is it?” He asks.

“well I’ve been thinking about a challenge, you have five chances to score a goal and I’ll be just watching you, If you can’t score a goal, There is a penalty.” You responded.

“woah, that’s a great idea!” Mark exclaimed making you excited and happy.

“Let’s do it then.” Mark told and you nodded.

“You go first.” You told and mark nodded.

“Remember you have five chances to score a goal, if you can’t score a single goal, you will have a penalty.” You told.

“I know, I know.” He responded back while looking at you.

You were so concentrated, hoping mark won’t score a goal. The first try he failed, the second and the third time he failed again. The fourth time, he almost did it making you stressed. You wanted to win so bad but then your luck sucked, making him score a goal at his last chance. Making you whine while he smirked.

“Why are you smirking idiot?” You asked.

“nothing babe, Good luck.” He said while he walked away to take a seat. You just paused, babe? fuck not this again. Your thoughts were interrupted when mark asked if you were okay.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“oh, I’m fine, it’s nothing.” You lie. You weren’t fine, you were internally screaming, Trying to look like you are okay.

“Oh alright, continue.” He told making you nod. All you need to do right now is, focus on scoring a goal. Your first chance, you failed. The second one, you failed again. The third one, you almost scored a goal, the fourth one was the same as the third one. The last chance, You failed, miserably.

“FUCK NOOOOO.” You screamed while mark started laughing.

“what’s so funny? I hate you.” You asked him while you sulked.

“You sulking. I never saw you sulk, It’s cute, you’re cute.” He responded, making your cheeks heat up, you genuinely didn’t know how to respond, you all you did was stare at him and he was staring back at you, then suddenly he pulled you by your waist making you gasp, but then sadly it wasn’t going to as romantic you thought this would go, You tripped and fell on mark and you kissed him, an accidental one. You pulled off immediately, you both stared at each other as if this was the last time you would ever be able to see each other, you immediately flinched when you heard haechan’s and renjun’s voices.

“haechan seriously? Let them enjoy, they are probably busy being lovely-dovely and we will have to third wheel them, if we find out.”

“whatever, those both are just so cute together! It’s fun knowing both of them like each other.” haechan responded, You gasped. so mark really does like you? You felt like the world stopped, You just couldn’t describe how happy you are. All of your thoughts were interrupted when you heard haechan voice, again.

“They are here, oh my fucking god. You were right renjun.” Haechan said as he turned back making you immediately try standing up but mark’s hands stopped, your eyes widened.

“oh my god, i knew it.” Renjun exclaimed. Mark let you go and you got up immediately while mark got and acted like nothing happened, making you glare. “Date already please!” Haechan cooed and renjun nodded. Mark immediately turned towards you and stared at you.

“I love you, I really do and do you mind if I call you mine?” mark spoke as he hold your hands.

“I love you too mark, but that line was too cheesy.” You mutter, Making haechan and renjun bust into laughter, Mark was embarrassed making you laugh. Then you checked your phone. It was 4:56 PM. “Okay I got to go, I have a date with Jaemin, bye!” Before you could go, mark held your hands and making you turn

“Not too fast, you lost so there is a penalty.” Mark told as he looked deep into your eyes.

“But mark, I have to go, it’s getting late-” you were cut off by mark before you could continue your sentence.

“The penalty is that you shouldn’t go on a date with Jaemin, today.”

“Mark and his jealousy will never change.” Renjun muttered while you sigh.

“I’m going home then.” You spoke.

“no, don’t. Let’s four go outside to eat something.” Mark responded making you shake your head. I shouldn’t go on a date with Jaemin but it’s okay to go on a date with these idiots, my life…

© i4hyck. Please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works.

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French Class [6]

A/N: You guys might want to whack out your love song playlist for this one…I cried writing this BYE I'm posting this from my grave!!

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), fwb, f2l?, college!au, fuckboy!bias, nerd!reader, ANGST, smut

words: ~ 3.8 k

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You: can I come over? I kind of need u

H/N: you need me huh…you’re lucky I’m home alone

It always starts differently. Some other question, or a subtle message of telling him you’re bored, or a flat-out confession of being horny. The ending is always the same. You, naked in his bed. You just had to get there, and things were easy when you were already on his dorm’s doorstep.

The moment he had opened the door, you had fistfuls of his hair between your fingers and attacked his mouth in a feverish kiss. He made a noise between a laugh and surprise but reacted quickly. His lips parted right away, letting you in, and you tasted mint from the chewing gum he liked so much.

“Let me- at least- close the door,” he mumbled. “Jeez, what’s gotten into you today?”

You stepped aside and mirrored his grin. He was acting surprised, but the way he instantly locked your lips after he had shut the door told you he was enjoying this as much as you were. You ran your hands down his torso and along the side of his thighs. His happy hum only poured oil into the fire, and you saw no reason as to why you should have kept your clothes on any longer. In minutes, in the middle of heated kisses and clumsy chuckles, your clothes were discarded, and you were left in your underwear. You stumbled into his bedroom in a tangle of arms and legs and heads barely pulling apart.

“Will you tell me about the date you had today or are we skipping over that part?” he asked, as he pushed you down by the shoulders onto his bed. You groaned a little, not even knowing where to start.

“Didn’t go well, huh?” he asked. Only a few nights ago you had consoled him after his failed date, now the roles were reversed.

“That’s one way to put it,” you said. He was climbing on top of you now, and the weight of him between your thighs still did the same things to you it had done the first time. There was one of his random playlists playing quietly from the speakers, but you were both too occupied to even consider switching the music off. You weren’t in the mood for a chat, not when he was biting and sucking bruises into your chest, pushing aside your bra just enough. But you knew he wasn’t going to let it go this easily.

“Tell me about it or I won’t take one more piece of clothing off your body,” he threatened. You shot him an are-you-serious-look while he only blinked at you innocently, like he was awaiting your response.

“Fine,” you groaned. “But hurry, now.”

“That’s my girl,” he said, before unclasping your bra and throwing it to the other side of the room. “Go ahead, I expect a story.”

You had rolled your eyes at him, but when he sucked on your nipple all of a sudden, and his tongue flicked over the sensitive bud ever so perfectly, your eyes moved to the back of your head involuntarily. And, before he could complain, you started to retell today’s events.

“Alright. First of all, he acted all gentleman-y. Pulling back my chair at the restaurant, letting me have a look at the menu first, letting me order first, asking me if I was okay with our seats because they were in the sunshine, or whether he should have requested we get a different in the shade table, blah, blah, blah.”

With the lewd noises he was making, kissing your chest and fumbling with your breasts, you almost wondered whether he was paying attention to you at all.

“I’m waiting for the plot twist,” he chuckled. “If he had been this great, you wouldn’t be in my bed right now, would you?” He was now on his way to your lower regions. Your breaths came out shaky when he gripped your hips with familiar fingertips and placed a few kisses there, right above the material of your underwear. Nonetheless, you had to continue your story.

“Oh, it’s coming,” you said. “Because I suspect, the only reason he was acting that way was to compensate. For the fact that he was an hour late.”

He stifled a laugh, and you slapped his head playfully. “It’s not funny! I stood outside that restaurant on a busy street like an idiot for an hour. During exam season!”

“I wonder, if studying is so special to you- ,” he said. He tugged on your underwear, and you barely cared about his words when you were already imagining his mouth on your pussy. “Why aren’t you at home right now, doing just that?”

“Too frustrated,” you groaned, spreading your legs, practically inviting him in. “You don’t get it. That was only the beginning of the date. It gets worse.”

“Oh, damn,” he laughed, and you were going to slap him again. Harder, this time. But his tongue kitten-licked over your clit and you didn’t dare interrupt him further.

“First of all, he turned out to be boring. An economics major. And look, I’m not generalizing, I’ve met some cool economics majors. But when I said I never really understood the whole thing with inflation and deflation, I wasn’t asking for him to explain it to me. I know what it means, I just meant to say money is the root of all evil,” you said, little moans slipping inbetween your sentences. He laughed whilst sipping on your clit. You couldn’t be mad at his laughing anymore. In fact, at the sound of his chuckles, your own lips curled into a smile, too. God, he was so good with his tongue.

“But turns out he loved money. Like it was the sole reason he was doing anything. When he showed me his gold watch I almost yawned,” you continued.

“Dating a rich guy can have its upsides too, though,” he said, but you knew he was joking. He was running the tips of his fingers over your core, and you whimpered at how badly you wanted him to put them inside of you. You loved watching him, loved feeling his hair tickle the side of your thighs and having his free hand laying on top of your hipbone. The familiarity of it all, his little habits, made your heart heavy, so full of emotion, all of a sudden. But you had to snap out of it.

“Not this guy. He kept saying these lowkey sexist things I won’t repeat now. It’ll only make me mad again. He was one of those who thought money would buy him a girlfriend. And I was really trying to see the good in him…only there was none,” you said.

“Alright, I’m starting to understand why you needed some cheering up,” he said. “Good thing you’re at the right place. I know just the thing.”

At this, he slid his digits into you. You hummed and dropped your head into the plush pillow. Slowly, you exhaled, happy you finally got to relax after being so upset. But of course, he had to interrupt. Again.

“Did I say you could stop? Was that the end of the story?” he said. How did he expect you to form a coherent sentence? He fingered you gently, but the slowness of it all only drove you crazier. You felt every tiny sensation, every new bit of you he touched.

“No,” you sulked. “Fuck, it feels so good.”

“Go on, then,” he encouraged you, grinning because he was proud of your reaction he had caused.

“Fuck- okay. He was super shitty to the waiter. I’m talking about criticizing everything. This man had the audacity to complain about the food. I’m not a food critic, but I swear the food was amazing, there was nothing to fault at all,” you said, and then whined when he switched from licking your clit to sucking it between his teeth. You knew he was doing this on purpose. To make speaking harder for you.

“Oh my god, H/N. Wait, let me finish this. Not only was he horrible to the waiter in person, but he also made fun of the waiter’s appearance behind his back. And all along he expected me to find him funny. I used to think he had a sense of humor but not after today. Blech.”

“At least you got a free dinner?” he said, and without awaiting your answer, went back to work. Your head was spinning in pleasure, and you could only laugh sarcastically at his suggestion.

“Yeah. And after that train wreck of a date, he really thought he’d get to stick his tongue down my throat,” you said.

“Did he at least ask permission?” asked the boy between your legs.

“Mhm…but I told him I don’t do that on the first date,” you said. “Safe to say there won’t be another date, though.”

He looked up now, laughing more than before. You grinned, mainly because the sight of him was so cute. He folded his hands on your belly and put his face down onto your skin to giggle. In no way could you be upset or urge him to keep giving you head. In fact, you had forgotten about all of that for a while, as he seemed to enjoy your misfortune a little too wildly. You should have been hungry, eager to have the half-naked boy inside of you. Yet, you laughed at the way his breaths tickled your stomach and when he finally made eye contact, it was a wholly different sort of hunger which overcame you. Instead of the heat he usually made you feel, it was a comfortable warmth that was in your chest. It reminded you of a bonfire or of drinking your favorite hot drink on a cool autumn day.

“I want to watch you come,” he said, casually. “Were you close?”

You were so lost in his trustworthy, dreamy eyes, you almost forgot to reply. Quickly, you nodded and hummed.

“I would have already come, had you not pestered me to tell you all the details of my date,” you said. The way his cheeks beamed when he smiled made you feel as if your insides were turning into mush.

“I’m sorry. I’m your friend, aren’t I allowed to ask how your day went?” he asked.

“Of course you are,” you said. The word ‘friend’ echoed off every wall in your head until you wished you could have deleted it from the dictionary.

“I’ll make sure it feels extra good now,” he said, kissing your stomach. You shivered as you watched his gentle lips move lower, to your hips and the insides of your thighs. The touch felt like butterfly wings on your skin, and the tardiness of it made you impatient. When his tongue came in contact with your clit again, you sucked in a breath of surprise.

He tried to start slowly, but then you gripped his hair tightly, and carefully pushed him further. It was something you did often, a way to tell him you wanted more without having to use words. After all this time, he understood perfectly. Your clit was between his lips and his tongue flicked over the sensitive bundle of nerves with just the right amount of pleasure. It felt incredible, creating a funny sensation in the pit of your stomach. His fingers grazed over your slit until you were whimpering and shifting your hips, trying to make him hurry.

One of his digits slid into you easily, curling against your sweet spot, and it hit you only now how much you had missed him between your legs since he had stopped a few minutes ago. It made you feel as though you were suddenly overwhelmed with all of him, but you were willing to let the heat crash over you if it meant you could be close to him.

“Am I making it up to you now?” he asked as he pulled away merely for a breath. “I’ll turn your day into a good one after all.”

In a different tone his words would have sounded like the exact thing one would have expected to hear from a fuckboy in the bedroom. He could have boasted and bragged endlessly about how great he was with his tongue and fingers – he would have been right – but he didn’t mean it like that. You could tell from the uprightness and the authenticity in his voice that he really was doing his best because he wanted to make you feel better and turn your day around. Because you were special to him. Or so you desperately hoped.

Your legs wrapped around his shoulders as if you were trapping him between your thighs. But he was right there, and he would gladly stay for so much longer, and to say it puzzled you was an understatement. The boy who belonged to everybody, who was known by all of the campus, was treating you like you were royalty, and not the other way around. You moaned, his name inevitably falling from your lips. He added another finger and the slightest stretch made you lose your mind for a split second.

“That guy could have never made you feel this good, could he?” he suddenly asked. Your initial response was a helpless whine. You had been so close, and his talking had interrupted the otherworldly bliss for a moment.

“No, never,” you then whimpered shortly. ‘No’ was such a tiny word. It could barely encapsule what you truly meant to say. Which was that it would have never even gotten that far. That other guys couldn’t even have you at all. They didn’t get their turn to try and beat him. Not as of lately, at least. That you didn’t so much as dare to think about sleeping with other guys. That even before you had gone on the date, you had known it wouldn’t lead to anything. No guy could let you develop an interest on him in the same way the boy between your legs had done it. No other would be able to kidnap your brain like that. H/N was always there. Even when it was only you and your sex toys, you would automatically pretend it was him getting you off. You were so far gone that it was embarrassing how long it had taken you to admit it to yourself. But it was a colossal thing to confess to him, and you would never do that. Rejection would hurt a billion times more than whatever it was you two had now.

Your heart was racing as you closed your eyes. You had been so lost in thought, it was wondrous you hadn’t fallen yet. But you were right on the edge, making your breaths come out like puffs and a string of moans and swears sound from your lips. He too had stopped talking, concentrating on the task at hand, and judging by the way your back arched he was doing one hell of a good job.

“Oh my god- “ you whimpered. “I’m so close, H/N.”

This time he didn’t reply, which was for the best. Only a few seconds passed until you started to quiver and whine beneath him. You were going to outer space behind your eyelids as your high rushed through you. Your fingers curled and tightened in his locks while your legs clenched around his head. He was quick to pull your thighs apart again, still not being finished. For long seconds you swam in pleasure, with nothing on your mind but bursting stars. He was heaven, knowing precisely how far he could take it until you were too sensitive to take any more.

When you were at that point, he finally pulled away and looked up at your crumpled form. There was a lazy smile playing in the corner of your lips and your vision was hazy after having had your eyes closed for a while. He climbed up your body until his chest was against yours so he could really look at you.

“I get all of this without ever having been on a single date with you? I’m so lucky,” he said. You only smiled at him, at a loss for words. What were you to say? The two of you were clearly past the awkward dating stage already.

“I’m lucky you let me come over all the time,” you said. “I would have expected the campus fuckboy to be busier. To not have an empty spot in his bed every night.”

“Ah, shut up,” he said. “I’d rather have you here than a girl I don’t know at all. Look, I’m really tired so I don’t know how this will go…but can I?” He was on his knees, a tent visible in his boxers. With a questioning look, he was tugging them down his legs now.

“Of course,” you said. As you watched him roll on a condom, your ears perked up. Did that song have to come on shuffle just now? The coziest, most romantic love song you adored so much? You knew if you looked him in the eyes you’d be done for. But there wasn’t anywhere else to look when he settled between your legs and held up his weight with his forearms. His eyes were deep enough for you to get lost within a second. Distracting yourself was impossible. The one last thing you could do was to reach between the two of you and guide his length into you.

The song’s chorus came on, you looked at him once again, and suddenly you were all his. You didn’t need to tell him so. He thrust gently, almost carefully, like he had never done it with you. Your heart hammered against your ribcage so vivaciously, you wondered whether it had turned autonomous and was now trying to jump out of your body, onto his skin and through it, so it could nestle next to his own heart.

Neither of you spoke. Yet, there had never been so much chemistry, such a heavy amount of uncommunicated emotions between the two of you. You were ready to hang on his every word, should he decide to speak up. In your head rampaged a billion sentiments you needed him to know, but there was no option to express them adequately. Perhaps there were simply no words in the English language to declare your feelings for him.

Small whimpers and moans left your lips only for him to hear. Sometimes he moved a little quicker, gifting you with the most perfect sounds he could make. And to know you were the cause for it sent you into overdrive. His mouth was right above yours. If you lifted your head slightly, you could have kissed his sweet, sweet lips. But you were so afraid. What would he think? You had never kissed him during sex. Not softly, like you wanted it so terribly.

Even worse, you craved so much more than that. You wanted to pull him in, envelope his mouth in your own, crawl over the edge of his lips and reside in his chest for safety. Because that’s what he was. Comfort. Reassurance. Home. How foolish you had been, pretending this little fling would lead to nothing more. You really had told yourself this would work. No feelings. Just fun. You couldn’t deny having fun with him. He was the best company you had ever known, and he had become your most precious friend quickly. It was as if you had only been waiting for the silly, flirty boy to sit across from you in the library and make weak advances towards you.

The love song tuned out slowly, replaced by something more sensual and sinful. In accordance with the new background noise, he gripped your hips a little meaner and went faster. You barely noticed how his breathing had sped up as he was getting closer to his orgasm. A trance had overcome you, transfixing you on his godlike features and how much it hurt to know you couldn’t call him yours. In your head you were made for each other. They always said to date your best friend, didn’t they? You could try to turn back time, go back to your first meeting place, at the party. See if things would turn out different. But you knew they wouldn’t. As much as your fear tried to suppress it – you would take the same path again, stumbling head-first into his arms and letting him into your life like a crashing wave of laughter and heart-crushing conversations.

Now you reflected in despair, how he had taken your heart in a storm, without having to try too hard. And worst of all, you were okay with it. Your heart was secure with him, you thought. The feelings yearned to be spoken out loud, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“You feel so good,” he said. “Always, so fucking good.”

He snapped his hips against yours, burying his cock deep inside of you and all you could muster was a hum of agreement. This is what you got for keeping him at arms-length from the beginning. Wasn’t it you who had challenged him to be friends and only that? Perhaps you would be okay, so long as no one else called him theirs either. You could go on like this, letting him use you for sexual relief and making him laugh when he needed it. Gladly, you would take the pain of not being allowed to love him with your whole being if it meant you could see him whenever you wanted. Exposing those silly emotions would wreck your friendship and you wouldn’t let it happen.

He grunted and only then, when he lowered his head into the crook of your neck and moaned your name, you realized he was reaching his high. Softly, you cradled his head in your hands, as if it was the last time you could hold him like this. When he put his forehead against yours, he had his eyes closed and his chest was moving steadier than before.

“You’re the best,” he whispered. “Stay the night?”

Should you have gone home, and missed him all night? Would you have regretted saying no while you curled up in bed with no Cheshire-cat-grin-boy to hold? Or were you to remain in his bed, and pray you would survive the torture of not speaking your mind? His skin radiated the most wonderful warmth and you wanted to trace his lips with your eyes until you fell asleep. That’s how quickly it was decided.

“Okay,” you answered.

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A Northern Light - Epilogue

A/N: Well, that’s it guys, over 222,000 words and 3+ years later, my little story is done. I can’t believe it. Hope you’ve enjoyed the ride. And I hope this ties up any loose ends for you. 

Also, just a heads up. I posted the last chapter and this epilogue together, so you may want to make sure you read that before you dive into this.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 975

You can find the series masterlist of ‘A Northern Light’ linked to the masterlist in my bio.

Please feel free to drop me a message, comment or ask, your feedback would be very much appreciated..

The gentle warmth of the sun filtered down through the leaves, creating dappled shadows across the pages of her book. Closing the cover, (YN) leaned back against the trunk and shut her eyes, her palms skimming across the tips of the grass surrounding her. There wasn't a single place in the world she would rather be. She wanted for nothing.

Inhaling deeply, the crisp clean air filled her lungs and she found herself smiling, thoroughly content as her ears caught the song of birds in the distance, a lovely rarity in the north. Interrupting her peace, not that she was at all disappointed, was Jon, when he dropped down in the grass beside her. Leaning across, he placed a tender kiss to her lips, "Have you finished your book already?"

Leaning against him, she rested her head upon his shoulder, almost humming in response, "It was so good, I couldn't put it down."

Drawing her attention from Jon, came the toddle of tiny boots, crunching their way through a path of fallen red leaves and the laughter that followed was a sound that would forever fill her heart with the purest kind of joy. Running towards her with little outstretched hands came the sweetest most precious gift she could ever imagine. Throwing himself into her waiting arms, the little boy squeezed her with all his might. His sweet little laugh turning into a delighted squeal when she grabbed him and fell to the ground, collecting his father along the way, the three of them a tangled mess amongst the leaves.

Giving him a kiss, she sat him in her lap, her body leaning against Jon, "Did you help daddy pick all the fruit?"

Little Ned nodded, crawling from her lap he ran towards a basket overflowing with the fruit she had watched them pick together. Grabbing an apple, his little legs hurried to get back to her, his wild hair bouncing with every step and his gentle grey eyes bright with joy.

Offering her the apple, she took it and grabbed him, peppering his face with multiple kisses, the poor child squirming with joyful torture. But before long, he was returning the favour. After just learning to give kisses himself, he placed a string of messy lips across her cheek, wet sloppy kisses that she couldn't bring herself to wipe away.

Pulling them both into his arms, Jon laughed. A laugh she had only ever heard at Mountainbreak. And a laugh she heard more and more with each passing day. Never had she seen him so free and full of joy, nor so content. The endless affection he displayed for his son, never failed to melt her heart. It had been a long wait beyond the wall, waiting for word from Tyrion, but eventually, it came, the two of them arriving home just a week before Ned was born. And for the first time, in a very long time, it seemed life was finally allowing them to live.

It was so peaceful, the two of them resting their foreheads together as Ned laid across them. His little hands reaching up to point at the leaves as the gentle breeze whispered through the branches of the heart tree, his quiet babbles sweetly filling the air around them. This little valley really was their most favourite place in all of Westeros. With their foreheads still joined, Jon kissed her, "We really should head back, we have a lot to organise before we leave tomorrow."

(YN) inhaled and smiled softly, "If we leave tomorrow we should arrive at Winterfell before Bran... I'm told he is leaving the Red Keep at the end of the week." Sitting up, she placed Ned on her knees, "Are you excited to meet your new little cousin... Uncle Angus is very excited for you to meet her, and he's going to be so surprised to see how big you've grown." Ned was too little to understand everything she said, but he easily read her excitement, clapping his hands enthusiastically in response.

Reaching over, Jon gently ruffled Ned's messy hair before getting to his feet, taking his son with him. Perching him over his shoulders, he announced, "Come on Ned, we have to go see Uncle Tormund too, he'll never forgive us if he doesn't see you before we go." The little boy, grabbed at his father's hair, jumping up and down on his neck, any mention of Uncle Tormund always managing to produce the same response. Besides his mother and father, he was Ned's most favourite person.

Jon extended a hand to (YN), helping her to her feet, thinking out loud as he watched her she straightened out her dress, "I hope Arya makes it to the feast."

Picking up the basket of fruit, she placed her book inside and wrapped her arm around his middle, making their way over to the horses, "If it was a feast for the birth of any little princess, probably not. But she is not any little princess, is she?... Don't worry, Arya will be there."

Emptying the fruit in the satchels hanging from Jon's mare, she attached the basket before jumping up on her horse, Jon speaking as he handed her Ned, "It's a pity Rhaegal isn't still around, it would make for a much quicker trip."

Nestling her son safely in her lap, she leaned down and rubbed Old Pip's neck, the old horse looking as ancient as he always had, yet remaining forever calm and patient, even as Ned tangled his fingers in his mane. "No thank you. I think I'd much prefer travelling with this old boy."

Jon only smiled, as he jumped up on his horse, "All right then, but we better get moving because it's going to take a while. And the sooner we leave, the sooner we can get back home."

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hey guys! so i finally hit 1k not too long ago which is insane bc i feel like i just made this blog yesterday. being on this site has been the best few months of my life, honestly. i have made some of my best friends on here, and i wouldn’t give them up for the world. i’m so grateful for every single person that follows and supports me. i love you all so much <3

that being said, i thought it would be fun to do a little something for this milestone, and what better way to do that than to make it completely based around taylor swift <3. it feels fitting both because of my username, and the very first fic i ever wrote and posted was based on a taylor swift song

this challenge will start now and end on march 25th. no minimum or maximum word count, but i do ask that if it’s more than 500 words, please use a read more.

edit: if you still want to participate but weren’t able to meet the deadline, please feel free to write something - just make sure you tag me and i’ll add it to the masterlist!

rules:

my blog is 18+ and therefore this writing challenge is too

smut, fluff, and angst are all welcome! please no dark fics

please do not write anything with non/dubcon, bathroom play, underage characters (in relationships), or anything related to suicide, eating disorders, etc. (these last few in particular are very triggering to me and i will not only not read them, but block anyone who submits them)

tag me in your work as well as tagging the post #all’s well writing challenge

message me/send me an ask if you have any other questions!

i will be going through and reading these as they are posted (to the best of my ability), and adding them to a masterlist that i’ll post when all of them are submitted! if it has been more than a couple days since you posted and i haven’t reblogged it yet, shoot me a message or an ask because i may have missed it

below are some suggested prompts, but any lyrics/anything taylor swift related can be used! you also don’t have to use specific lyrics, it can just be the vibe of the line/song. just please be sure to include what the prompt is at the beginning/in your author’s note :) you don’t need to claim a prompt, they can be used by multiple people because i think everyone can make their own unique story!

fluff

“this love is difficult but it's real” love story, fearless

“can't help it if there's no one else” hey stephen, fearless

“the stakes are high, the water's rough, but this love is ours” ours, speak now

“i'll be loving you for quite some time” stay stay stay, red

“all i feel in my stomach is butterflies” everything has changed, red

“just grab my hand and don't ever drop it” i know places, 1989

“you are the one i have been waiting for” king of my heart, reputation

“now i've read all of the books beside your bed” paper rings, lover

“all along there was some, invisible string, tying you to me” / “hell was the journey but it brought me heaven” invisible string, folklore

angst

“and i was right there beside him all summer long, and then the time we woke up to find that summer gone” tim mcgraw, taylor swift

“even now just looking at you feels wrong” should’ve said no, taylor swift

“and my heart's not breaking, 'cause I'm not feeling anything at all” the way i loved you, fearless

“and i stare at the phone, he still hasn't called, and then you feel so low you can't feel nothing at all” forever & always, fearless

“it turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you” back to december, speak now

“you never called it what it was” / “when your brooklyn broke my skin and bones” all too well, red

”gone was any trace of you, i think i am finally clean” clean, 1989

“but if the story's over, why am i still writing pages?” / “tryna find a part of me you didn't take up” death by a thousand cuts, lover

“i knew i'd curse you for the longest time, chasing shadows in the grocery line” cardigan, folklore

“august sipped away, like a bottle of wine, 'cause you were never mine” august, folklore

“now i'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life” tolerate it, evermore

misc. (ones i really don’t know how to categorize/could go multiple ways)

“but i know you wish it was me” speak now, speak now

“broke your heart, i'll put it back together” how you get the girl, 1989

“should've known i'd be the first to leave, think about the place where you first met me” getaway car, reputation

“all of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting” / “i don't want you like a best friend” dress, reputation

“tell me that you're still mine, tell me that we'll be just fine” / “i don't wanna lose this with you” afterglow, lover

“breakups happen every day, you don't have to lose it” / “if our love died young, i can't bear witness” right where you left me, evermore

“everybody wonders what it would be like to love you” gold rush, evermore

characters:

any mcu characters

any sebastian stan characters (except tommy lee and jeff gillooly)

any chris evans characters

if you want to write another character feel free to send me a message and ask!

no pressure tags if people want to signal boost <3

@pellucid-constellations @itistimeforusalltodecidewhoweare @sweetascanbee @sweetdreamsbuck @babiebucky @treatbuckywkisses @spidderboy @aphrogeneias @atlaese @ambrosiase @starbuckie @howdoyousleep3 @buckydaddy @bubblebuckys @buckys-left-middle-finger @foreverindreamlandd @writing-for-marvel @fandoms-writings @nexusnyx @strwbrrybucky @benignbucky @inklore @abovethesmokestacks @jadedvibes @the-iceni-bitch @asgardwinter @schmuckyschmarnes @bloomingbucky @maladaptivexxdaydreaming @smokeinherperfume @beefybuckrrito

[monsterenergysimp]

Permanence

corpse husband x fem!reader 

summary: you meet corpse on a stream and you’re surprised when he reaches out to you 

warnings: cursing, mentions of tattooing

word count: 1.9k

notes: This is proof read but could have missed some stuff. This is my first corpse fic and my first time writing fanfic since I posted that super cringey book on wattpad when I was like 12 or something. I’d appreciate feed back so please reach out to me :)

main blog @itsmysleepover

read part 2 here!

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You were cleaning up your station so you can get home and stream. You loved your day job as a tattoo artist but you also really enjoyed streaming. It started as a way to promote yourself as an artist and the shop you worked at but it eventually became a really fun way to destress at the end of the week (or day if you were really itching to stream). “Hey Y/N was that your last client?” your boss, KC, asked as she walked to the front of the shop and put new flash drawings on the walls.

“Yes ma’am!” You said back excitedly. You finished cleaning your station and tossed your black gloves in the trash. “And you can’t trick me into staying and taking walk-ins,” you joked with her. She rolled her eyes and walked back into her office “It was one time,” she said as you slid on your jacket. As you walked out your phone buzzed in your pocket and you checked to see who had texted you. It was a message from Sean asking if you were free to play Among Us with him and some other streamers. You replied that you were on your way home right now and totally down. You were excited to see who was playing this time around since their Among Us streams are super entertaining and have gotten really popular.

On your way back you tweeted and posted to your Instagram story that you’d be streaming soon and set up all your stuff once you made it home. After a few minutes, you had a couple of thousand people watching. You entered the discord chat and Sean spoke up. “Everyone this is Y/N she’s sensitive so be gentle.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you guys and I’m not gentle, I'm ruthless,” You say into your mic and notice the chat calling you a liar. Everyone was in the lobby waiting for the game to start. “You sound way too sweet to be ruthless,” Corpse said. The countdown started and you were imposter with Charlie.

“This should be fun,” you told the stream. Yout tried playing strategically but after such a long shift your brain was mush. You saw Poki in nav and killed her then vented into shields. Not long after the body was reported and you were sure you were going to get voted out or at least sussed.

“Where was the body?” Felix asked. “Nav and I didn’t see anyone near there so whoever is imposter must have vented,” Corpse responded. Felix spoke up again. “I think I saw Y/N walk that way and I haven’t seen her since.”

Shit, shit, shit shit. “I’m in shield right now so-” you said trying to defend yourself but Charlie spoke up. “I was doing tasks with her earlier and I saw her walk into shields so she’s safe but I’m still not sure about Rae.” Everyone discussed a bit more and some people, including Corpse, voted for you but Rae got the majority vote and was ejected. You released your breath and kept playing being extra careful.  

“Okay, guys that was super close. Corpse knows and is out to get me,” you said to the chat. You were eventually voted off but one round later victory was written across your screen with your ghost and Charlie’s avatar. “Good game guys,” Corpse said.

“I told you guys I was ruthless!”

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You sat at your station doing nothing because a client had canceled a four-hour session. You were listening to music and sketching some stuff but you were bored out of your mind and you didn’t want to leave in case you got a walk-in. The music got quiet as you received a twitter notification saying someone had messaged you. You reached for your phone and saw you had gotten a dm from Corpse.

C: hey :)

You didn’t know what to respond. You were mostly confused as to why he decided to message you out of the blue. Did he want something? But what would he want?

Y: Hii! This is sudden

C: was i bothering you?

    shit sorry!

Y: Youre fine I wasn’t doing anything rn

C: how has your day been

    i dont usually do stuff like this

Y: Im glad you did im doing better now I was so bored

C: what were you doing that was so terrible

Y: NOTHING! thats the problem :(

C: im sure youll find something to do

You stared at his message. Unsure what to respond.

Y: Im gonna give myself a tattoo

C: what?

    NO!

You tossed the needles you used for your tattoo into the sharps box. “Oh my god you didn’t,” KC said. She noticed the wrap on your calve from the tattoo you just gave yourself out of boredom. “It’s not my fault I didn’t have anything else to do!” You said trying to defend yourself. She sighed and just shook her head. “Just go home business is slow today.” It was raining so the shop probably wasn’t going to get a walk-in anyway and you didn’t have any more clients for the day. It was only 2 pm but you drove home and after making lunch for yourself decided to stream. You weren’t expecting too many people so it was bound to be super chill. Your leg felt sore reminding you of the tattoo. You snapped a quick pic of the fresh jack-o-lantern on the side of your calve and messaged it to Corpse.

Y: [image] it came out nice!

C: thats  super cool actually

    i was concerned why you would just give yourself a tattoo but i found your instagram and       youre super talented

Y: Thank you!

For some reason, it felt strange to just have that be the end of your response.

Y: Im about to start streaming if you wanted to watch

    [link]

C: ill be watching ;)

What’s that supposed to mean?

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You sat in your apartment watching tv, hand lost in a bag of Doritos, and scrolling through twitter. You had stopped paying attention to the anime playing on the screen since you’ve watched it a hundred times and knew you wouldn’t miss anything. It was Saturday and you usually take those days off. Take the time to do chores or meet up with some friends but today you felt like not doing any of those things. As you continue your endless scroll (not helping the twitter addiction you told yourself you’d try to get a handle on) you got a message from Corpse.

C: wanna talk?

You looked down at the message unsure of how to answer. It was a simple yes or no and the obvious answer was yes. You and Corpse had started talking more regularly. You still didn’t have each other’s phone numbers but it was fine. Your conversations weren’t too big-- just you sending him memes, tiktoks, and telling him how much you liked the songs he would drop. Or him complimenting a tattoo you did. Sometimes he’d message you during streams telling you funny stuff his fans would say in the chat and you’d do the same. You learned a bit about each other but nothing too deep or serious. Like how you two lived a few cities away and you both really liked Donnie Darko. When Sean first invited you to that game out of everyone else there you were most excited to meet Corpse. He’s just so sweet and funny. Of course, you’d love to talk to him but you were also itching to talk to him and the last thing you’d ever want to do was make him uncomfortable.

Y: Yeah id love to talk

Here goes nothing.

Y: Wanna facetime or something?

     No pressure or anything it could even be a regular call

     I think facetime is just my default lol

You sent those last two messages quickly after you had sent the first. You wished you could know what he was thinking. It was killing you to think you had turned him off from talking to you completely. You put your phone down on the couch and went to wash your hand of Dorito dust. When you got back from the kitchen you turned off the tv and tossed yourself onto the couch.

Still no message.

Why am I so fucking stupid?  

Just as you were standing up to stretch from sitting on the couch all day your phone buzzed. You reached for it fast and looked to see that it was him. You became super excited still not even knowing what the message said. It could have told you to never talk to him again for all you knew.

C: sure lets facetime

    xxx-xxx-xxxx

You had his phone number. You added him to your small but growing contact list and called. You sat on your couch waiting for a response when he finally picked up the screen was black. It didn’t upset you; you kind of expected it and didn’t care what he had to do to make himself more comfortable during this call.

“Hey,” he said. His voice was raspier than usual.

“Did you just wake up?” You asked and looked at the time. It was about a little past noon and you had only eaten Doritos all day. Shit, you should probably make a decent meal.

“Not that long ago but yeah,” he responded and giggled. That giggle.

“Well, I’ve eaten nothing but Doritos all day while rewatching Ouran High School Host Club, so you’re welcome to join me as I make myself something to eat.”

“Sounds like fun; what are we eating?”

“I don’t know yet,” You said as you stood up and made your way to the kitchen. You opened the pantry and looked. You noticed a can of diced tomatoes and reached for it then checked the expiration date. It was still good. On your counter were some onions and garlic. “How about some tomato soup?”

“Sounds delicious.” you smiled at Corpse and your phone screen not knowing if he was also looking at his screen or not. “You’re really pretty-- you know that?”

“Thanks, but you don’t have to--”

“I’ve already told you what an incredible artist you are so many times I bet you’re tired of hearing it, but you already know what a talented artist you are.”

“That is very kind of you Corpse,” you said to him bashfully as you chopped the onion and opened the can of tomatoes. “But once again you don’t have to reach so far to compliment me.”

“I’m not reaching you are talented and beautiful and--”

“I thought I was pretty.” You could hear him chuckle with a smile on his face. “You’re both,” he said. You could feel your face getting warm from blushing.

“Fuck you you’re making me blush. My face is all hot and stuff.”

He laughed at how flustered you got. “That’s the cutest thing ever.”

You didn’t know how to respond so you just put some olive oil in a pot and tossed in your onions. It became silent but it was a comfortable silence. You turned the stove on and watched the flame for a few seconds. “If it was dark we could pretend we were together and having a bonfire or something,” you said to the phone as you turned the camera to show him the flame (still not 100 percent sure if he was looking at you or not).

“I’ll put it on the list of things to do when you visit me someday.”

[bunnysuit-femboy]

Slumber Party

Pairing: Sasha x Reader

Word Count: 5.8k

Warnings: Implied Praise Kink, Cunnilingus

Quick Summary: Sleepover with Sasha turns sexual.

Notes: This was inspired by the song Slumber Party by Ashnikko, I hope you guys enjoy!

6:13 PM

Your feet ran down the stairs quicker than you could keep up with after you heard the familiar ding of the doorbell. You ran through your living room, and right to the front door. You knew who waited on the other side - since she waited there every Friday night - but you were still filled with excitement at finally seeing her again.

Once you had unlocked the door handle, you swung the door open immediately, taking no time to think about what you were doing. Light flooded in from the outside, the sun setting in the distance and Sasha’s shadow laid on the living room’s carpeted floor.

Sasha stood in front of you with her duffel bag over one shoulder and her phone in the opposite hand. She wore jean shorts - since today had been one of the hottest days all summer - and a grey tank top. She also wore a pair of flip flops with a bright blue anklet around her pale ankle.

Sasha glanced up from the messages open on her phone, “Hi.”

You smiled wide at your best friend, “Hi.” Sasha quickly locked her phone and dropped her bag, opening her arms wide for you and you walked forward to accept the hug. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too. We haven’t seen each other in like-” Sasha took a second to think about her next words- “Two days?”

“Three,” You said against her shoulder, “If you don’t count our FaceTime calls.”

“Right,” Sasha said into your hair, “‘Cause if we were counting those, I saw you two hours ago.”

You took a step back from Sasha, “Well, I needed somebody to tell me my makeup was pretty.”

“That’s not fair.” Sasha grinned. “You always look pretty.”

You playfully pushed Sasha’s shoulder, trying to distract her from seeing your obviously embarrassed face. Your face and ears were heating up with blood and you couldn’t wipe the wide smile from your mouth. You didn’t want your best friend to see how physically embarrassed you got from hearing her compliment you; you refused to give her the satisfaction of seeing how high you hold her opinion.

It wasn’t strange to hear Sasha compliment you - in fact, it would have been weirder if she hadn’t complimented you - but hearing Sasha say a sweet word about your person always made you crawl back into your metaphorical hermit shell. You never knew how to respond to Sasha’s kind words about your appearance because they always felt genuine instead of a way of being generally nice.

“I was thinking we could order pizza later,” You said, “And I have ice cream in the freezer and I made sure to buy some soda for you-”

“Did you remember my favorite kind?” Sasha’s face was taken up mostly with a wide smile as she awaited your answer.

“Of course.” You grinned softly to the brown haired girl in front of you. “I always remember everything you tell me.”

Sasha giggled before taking your distance from the door as a way of entrance. She walked inside the apartment she’s been to a million times. But, this time felt different almost - as if she could feel the impending series of events for the next day and a half playing out in front of her already.

8:47 PM

“Well,” You said as your hips shifted closer to her hips, “If you stop squirming, then it won’t be so hard to get the eyeliner just right. Got it?”

Sasha furrowed her already filled eyebrows at you, “But, I have a cramp in my hip. I can’t not shift when all I’m feeling on my left side is pure pain.”

It wasn’t completely a lie, Sasha was in pain but not exactly how she had disclosed to you. Sasha could feel her stomach inflating with nerves the longer you leaned in to be so close to her. She was used to you deciding to do activities in the spur of a moment, but she wasn’t expecting you to beg her to let you do her makeup if she showed you that picture - she wasn’t really sure why you chose this way to do her makeup either.

Usually, when a person gets their makeup done, the makeup artist will be sitting right beside them, leaning in close and getting everything just right. Which is not at all what you’re doing at the moment, you’re leaning in close - sure, but that’s where the similarities in the two scenarios end.

You were sitting on Sasha’s hips atop of the neat covers of your bed. You were straddling her waist and pressing yourself deeper into her pelvis with each concentrated movement. She knows her hip doesn’t hurt as badly as she says - in fact, she could sit underneath you all day long if you’d have her - but, she feels her stomach flutter with butterflies the longer you’re on top of her, and she wishes she could touch you but she doesn’t know if the action will make you uncomfortable or not, so she doesn’t.

You sigh before picking up your hips from her hips, “I’ll move but I’m not finished with your makeup.”

“Huh?” Sasha asks with bright red cheeks and widened eyes. She thought complaining about her hip would surely make you scram but you almost seem determined to stay on top of her.

“Here.” You lifted your hips enough so that her’s could be free underneath you. You still straddled her sides, but now you situated your ass into the air and your shirt had shifted forward. Sasha wasn’t sure how it was possible, but she knew the situation had gotten worse - or maybe, better - for her. All she wanted now was either to look down your shirt, place her hands on your ass and grind you down into her or kiss you passionately from underneath you - but, she didn’t know how you’d feel about any of those options so she stays still in silent agony.

She closed her eyes when you asked, she blinked slowly when you asked, and she puckered her lips when you asked. And, even though she couldn’t do what she wanted to do, she still got a bit of pleasure every time she did as you asked. You’d make sure to tell her exactly how you felt about her submission, whispering praise into the space between your faces - each praise giving Sasha another thing to worry about between her hips.

11:24 PM

The blanket kept falling off of your shoulder, exposing the bare skin to the coldness of your living room. You snuggled your body in closer to Sasha, pressing the cold skin of your shoulder against her warm bicep. She leaned into your touch, gently laying her head on top of your own in order to trap your cheek to her body.

You could fall asleep where you sat, cuddled close to your best friend and barely listening to the distant sounds of the movie in front of you. The coldness of the room was working as melatonin to your already tired body. Your eyes fluttered closed, snapping open every few minutes once your mind realized you were starting to drift off.

“This is the best part,” Sasha suddenly said by your side. You nodded weakly against her arm which got Sasha’s attention. She glanced at you for a moment, watching you from the corner of her eyes. “Are you even watching?”

Sasha looked over to your partially open eyes looking up into her face through your thick eyelashes. You swallowed back the sleepiness that had crept so steadily upon you as you attempted to look awake. But, Sasha saw right through your poor facade, shaking your head from her shoulder with disappointment.

“You’re asleep!” Sasha turned to you, her eyes wide with shock. “But, this is the best part!”

“I’m sorry,” You groaned the words out, “I’m just so tired.”

Sasha pouted at you, “Do you not like the movie?”

“No.” Adrenaline shot through your body as you attempted to convince your best friend. “I- I really like this movie! I just need a cup of coffee or something! The movie’s really good, I swear.”

Sasha took a deep breath, “It’s too late for coffee.” Your eyes darted behind Sasha’s shoulder at the living room window. She was right, the moon was high in the sky and only darkness seeped in through the glass behind the curtains. Sasha's next words came out as a question, “But, it’s not too late for ice cream.”

Your eyes snapped back to Sasha’s filled with sudden excitement, “I do have ice cream.”

Sasha smiled wide, “Perfect!” She leaned over and grabbed the remote from the coffee table, swiftly pausing the movie.

You led Sasha from the living room and to the kitchen, and you could feel her eyes on your back as you walked. It was hard not to look at you, especially in the pieces of clothing you wore as pajamas. You walked around your apartment in a velvet pair of sleep shorts and a tank top that stopped right above your belly button, creating a stripe of soft skin between the hem of your shirt and the waist of your shorts.

You didn’t leave your apartment most nights, either by yourself or with Sasha. You preferred dressing scandalously to bed and cuddling deep into your blanket to keep your body warm. And, when Sasha slept over, you instead used each other’s body heat to keep warm during the night, snuggling close to each other under your thick blanket.

You felt Sasha’s gaze heavy on the skin of your back and then again as it moved to your hips and ass. She watched as your sides moved back and forth with each step. She stared mindlessly at the dimples that swayed on the small of your back.

You turned around to Sasha once you stood in the middle of the kitchen. Sasha’s gaze slowly found your face, instead running gently over the front of your body. Then, finally, Sasha’s light brown eyes stared into your own.

You looked away from Sasha’s peering eyes. Sometimes holding eye contact with her was too much for you, it all felt much too intense and overwhelming. Holding eye contact with her made your stomach turn with butterflies and made your mind go wild with random thoughts that you tried to ignore most days. Thoughts of something big happening, whether it be a long awaited simple kiss or an asteroid through the room you both sat in.

You instead stared at the tiled floor of the kitchen as she watched you, “I have rocky road and metropolitan.” You glanced back at Sasha to see her smiling at you. You furrowed your eyebrows at your best friend, trying to keep your body from feeling like static. “And sprinkles.”

Sasha grinned, “I’ll have some rocky road-” After you had turned around and walked off towards the fridge, Sasha added- “Oh, and with sprinkles on top.”

You grinned into the freezer, your skin erupting in goosebumps from the wandering cold air. You grabbed the two cartons of ice cream, placing them on the counter beside the fridge before walking towards the lazy Susan in which the sprinkles were.

You turned from the corner of the kitchen, now realizing the new obstacle in your way of the sprinkles. Sasha had found her normal spot in the kitchen, sitting on the counter above the lazy Susan. Her feet dangled in front of the cabinet, and her eyes watched you as you walked around the kitchen with a purpose.

You walked over to Sasha, grinning at her before glancing at the cabinet she sat in front of. You were hoping your best friend would get the message without you having to ask because you weren’t sure how to ask for permission between her legs without seemingly asking for everything you’ve ever wanted.

“Sash’,” You said sweetly, “Can I-?” You pointed at the lazy Susan, silently asking her the rest of the question.

All she did in response to your question was tilt her head and grin playfully. She seemed to be playing a game - and it made your heart skip a beat - but you weren’t completely sure if she was. You were crazily rash sometimes, but when it came to friendship, you wouldn’t take a risk unless it was a heavily calculated move.

“What’s up?” Sasha asked innocently.

You grinned, “I need in that cabinet-” Sasha glanced down at the cabinet and then back at you, all without moving her body. “The sprinkles are in there. I need between your legs.”

Oh shit, there it is, the words you didn’t want to have to say. You couldn’t help how uncomfortably hot your body got after saying them, shifting from one leg to the other as if that would cool yourself down. And, you wished you hadn’t seen Sasha’s sudden surprise at the request, her eyes widened and her mouth in a permanent smile.

“Oh,” Sasha said with a tone dripping with cockiness, “You need between my legs? Then, what’s the password?”

You stared at Sasha with squinted eyes, “You have a password for between your legs? Are you wearing a chastity belt or something?”

“I guess that’s the only thing that would make sense.” Sasha giggled before raising a single eyebrow at you. “But, what’s the password?”

“You were serious?” Sasha nodded before you started thinking about what this mysterious password could be. “Is it 0-7-2-6-0-1?���

Sasha raised her eyebrows, “Huh?”

“Is it the same as your phone password?”

Sasha grinned, “Oh-” Sasha looked around the kitchen for a few moments before finally answering. “No.”

You sighed and thought again about what Sasha could make as a spur of the moment password. Obviously she didn’t have a leg password before this moment, so it had to be something she made up on the spot. And, a lot was on the line for you knowing this vital part of information - not only would it prove how deeply you knew Sasha, but the damn ice cream was starting to melt.

“Okay,” You said as you crossed your arms against your chest. “I’m going to spitball some out, and you tell me if I get it right, okay?”

Sasha nodded, “Alright, deal.”

This game was harder than you originally thought it would be, maybe you didn’t know Sasha at all. You thought you’d be able to guess it almost immediately, you thought you knew nearly everything about the other girl. But, she must have the most obscure leg password ever, you wouldn’t be surprised if it were in a different language altogether.

“French fries,” Sasha shook her head. “Hamburgers,” Shake. “Sausage,” Shake. “Pork,” Shake. “Milkshake.” Shake. “Is it-?”

“Why are you only guessing menu items from a diner? I like other things, you know?”

You shrugged, “I know, you just really like diner food.”

She likes other things, huh? Sure, she likes food - more than anyone you’ve ever seen in your whole life. But, it must be something outside of food, what else does Sasha like?

She likes cats, and she likes hunting and fishing with her dad, and she likes roller coaster rides that go backwards. She likes a vast array of things, so to choose just one she would think of in the matter of a few seconds seemed almost impossible.

Except, there was one thing you knew she liked more than any of those other things. She talked about it all the time, from conversations that were progressively led to the subject to randomly texting you another fact long past the time you had gone to bed and she should have gone to bed as well. She talked about it almost all of the time, how could you forget?

It was alcohol, it had to be alcohol related!

So, you thought of anything under the category, anything at all. You thought of vodkas, and rums, and whiskies - but you know she prefers mixed drinks so you switched to those names. You couldn’t think of many drinks that would make sense as her password, except for maybe strawberry daiquiri - though, that one didn’t seem to be right.

In a second, you thought of the one drink she always asks for. She asks for them no matter who the bartender is, whether it’s Jean or Connie that week. She asks for them when she sees your bottle of peach liquor sitting on the floor of your closet. She even asks if you think a place will have them when you walk past a bar you can’t get into yet since you’re both underaged. It was the only drink that completely made sense for it to be her legs' password, she loved them too much.

In a moment of adrenaline pumping through your veins at the realization of what the password must be, you screamed the drink name louder than you needed to.

“Sex on my face!” You yelled, your body going hot with the realization of what you just shouted at your best friend.

Sasha raised her eyebrows at you, “You want me to what?”

You tried to laugh off the embarrassment, but it didn’t work properly. You instead decided to smile into your hands as you covered your face. This moment wouldn’t have been embarrassing if it were anybody else, there was just too much sexual tension between you and Sasha for this conversation to be normal.

“That’s my next guess, I’m guessing the password is sex on my face.” You took a deep breath between your palms, embarrassment finally settling in and even beginning to fade the longer you didn’t think about what happened.

“It’s not,” Sasha said with a grin. “But, it was a good guess, so go ahead.”

You nodded as Sasha jumped from the counter, allowing you access to the lazy Susan. You made the adventure quick, not wanting to dwell on what you said in order to be allowed to grab the sprinkles. It was even embarrassing to feel Sasha’s eyes on your body as you crouched over and into the cabinet, something that otherwise wouldn’t have openly bothered you much.

“Do you want to know my real password?” Sasha asked as you scooped the half-melted ice cream into a bowl. You nodded, not wanting to say much of anything after what happened. “My real password was peanuts, because you have peanuts on the counter.”

You glanced at the bag of peanuts near the sink and then back to the bowl. “I guess I shouldn’t have put much thought into it, since it took you a second to even think about it.”

“You were smart with the game,” Sasha admitted, “You thought of passwords I wouldn’t have thought of in a million years, but not smart enough, I guess-” There was a moment where the only thing that could be heard was the buzzing coming from the working fridge. “Even though I do love sex on my face - take that however you want to.”

You felt your body heat up again, even as Sasha walked away from beside you. Take that however you want to. Oh my god, was Sasha hitting on you?

2:22 AM

If you moved your foot just an inch to the right, you’d be able to feel Sasha’s shin. You almost wanted to move your foot forward and finally touch her. You wanted to scoot your body across your sheets, to feel her body close to yours and feel your skin ignite with a new passion you hadn’t let out in a very long time.

You opened your eyes to see Sasha’s brown eyes staring into your own. You grinned at the girl, feeling like speaking was the only way to eliminate the awkward tension now present in the air. Part of you wished her eyes hadn’t been open, you were okay with watching her in silence - something about her knowing you liked looking at her made your stomach turn with nerves.

“Hey,” You whispered into your partially dark bedroom, “Are you tired?”

Sasha shook her head against the pillow, smushing her cheek even deeper into the plushness, “Not even a little bit. How about you?”

You sighed, “Nope.”

The silence was back, but it wasn’t awkward like the last time - this was a new comfortable silence. In the moment, all you could do was watch Sasha and all she could do was watch you right back.

You wondered what the brown haired girl was thinking about. Your first assumption was food considering the girl’s eating habits, but after a second thought - you knew better than to guess that. You then assumed that maybe the girl was thinking of you.

Sasha was probably tossing and turning the idea of you in her head, or at least you hoped she was. You hoped she was thinking about the way you look right now with the moon shining in through the window behind you. And, you hoped she thought about how warm you felt on the couch, pressed up against her earlier. And, you hoped she thought about how warm you would feel underneath her, completely naked and-

Not now. You closed your eyes to hide the thoughts in your head, and you hoped covering your irises would keep Sasha from knowing what you were thinking about. Now wasn’t the time to think about your best friend that way, not when the option was so possible.

“Hey,” Sasha whispered into the quiet space between you, “What kind of car would you be, if you had to be one?”

You opened one of your eyes, “What?”

“You heard me.” Sasha grinned as she watched you think of the few types of cars you could actually name off of the top of your head. “I think I’d be a pickup truck-” Sasha ignored your loud snort- “Because I’m tall, kind of. And, I like carrying things, I don’t really know why - I guess I like being helpful. And, my dad’s got a farm, so it’s perfect.”

You smiled wide at Sasha, “Do you want to try again and maybe pick any other car on the planet?”

“What’s wrong with pickup trucks?” Sasha tucked a fallen strand of hair behind her ear. “Pickup trucks are cool, right?”

“Oh, yeah,” You said sarcastically.

Sasha playfully pushed at your shoulder, “Alright, if I have to choose a different type of car, then I guess I’d be a-” Sasha took a second to think- “A tractor.”

“Shut up,” You spoke through a loud fit of laughter.

“I’m serious.” Sasha giggled with you. “I’d either be a pickup truck or a tractor - I mean it.”

“One,” You said with a grin, “Tractors aren’t even considered cars. And, two, no you wouldn’t be a tractor because they are loud and dirty and-” You shrugged- “Actually, that kind of works for you.”

“Hey!” Sasha's voice had gone up a few octaves for that one word. She pushed at your shoulder again, this time her hand lingering on your body.

You giggled, “You’re the one who said it, Sash’, I was only repeating it.” Sasha grinned at you, her hand still on your shoulder and now making its way down your bicep. “And, I think I’d be a mustang. One, I’m sleek and luxurious. And two, I like to go fast.”

“Really?” Sasha’s fingers drew invisible circles above your elbow. Her fingers were slender and warm and the circles were drawn in a smooth and consistent motion. “Could you have picked a more cliché type of car?”

You wrinkled your nose at the girl, “At least I chose a car.”

The room grew quiet again, but the silence was different from the last two times - neither awkward nor comfortable. Instead, the silence was full, like there were so many words being spoken into the space around you. The darkness of the room told each other your deepest, darkest secrets and part of you knew Sasha could hear your every thought that kept you awake at night.

She could hear what you thought about before eventually falling asleep. She could hear your mental grocery lists about the things you needed to pick up the next evening. And, she heard your mental relivings of memories you only thought about when nobody could see the pain written across your face. And, she heard the feelings you had bottled up for so long - feelings all about how badly you wanted to feel her hands all over your body.

And, what was so wrong with wanting your best friend on top of you, honestly? Everybody felt this way at least once in their lives. And, what was so wrong with finally going for it? Every single sexual or romantic relationship started with one of the people taking a chance, and it seemed you just had to be that person.

“Sasha,” You whispered into the dark space between both of your faces.

“Mhm,” Sasha mumbled back, her hand finally reaching your wrist.

You took a deep breath, “Do you ever think of me at night?”

Sasha grinned, “All of the time - why do you ask?”

Sasha’s fingers now found your palm, the tickling motion causing your own fingers to jump. Her hand was so warm against your hand, and you didn’t want her to stop touching you. You would prefer if she touched you all over your body, but you were willing to settle with just holding her hand in the darkness, if that’s all she wanted.

“Because,” You said with a smile, “I think about you too - at night, during the day, in the mornings, in my dreams - all of the time, like you said.”

Sasha’s fingers intertwined with your fingers, her palm resting gently against your own. Sasha didn’t need to say anything for you to suddenly hear her thoughts. She must have felt the same way considering her hand stayed against your own even when she leaned in to kiss you.

Sasha’s mouth was soft, and you could taste the ghost of her strawberry chapstick still on her lips. Her mouth moved gently at first, metaphorically testing the waters before diving in. Her kisses were merely innocent pecks for a moment, until she leaned back and whispered to your mouth.

“Was that what you think about all the time?” Sasha’s breath fanned across your face with her words.

You grinned to yourself, “I’ve thought about much more than just that.”

Sasha’s lips were back on yours, her mouth making up for wasted time. You had felt this way about her for as long as you’ve been her friend, and for just as long, she’s felt the exact same way. And finally, months longer than you’d have liked, Sasha is actually kissing you.

Sasha removes her hand from yours and instead brings them to your sides. She feels her way up your hips and ribs, her fingers gently tickling the skin she touches. Her fingertips play with the hem of your shirt and the waist of your shorts, teasing you with the idea of her removing your clothes from your body.

You moved your arms around her neck and brought her face closer to yours. Her tongue was warm when it swooped into your mouth, licking across the roof of your mouth in one swift movement. Her tongue was so warm and arousing in fact that she drew a soft gasp from your mouth which only encouraged her further.

Sasha’s hands found your hips just before you rolled up on your knee, now straddling her lap. You were in the same position as earlier, sitting gently on her hips as you lean downward towards her face. But, instead of carefully applying eyeliner to her eyelids, you now kissed Sasha so roughly that your front teeth chattered against her front teeth.

Sasha ran her hands over your hips and ass, touching the places she had wanted to, but didn’t, touch earlier. Her fingers moved gently against your thighs, digging her nails into the plush skin. Her hands pressed onward, hellbent on finding their ways under the bottoms of your sleep shorts.

You let out a short gasp when you felt Sasha’s smooth fingers find the soft fabric of your panties. She grinned once she felt your surprise and whispered into your mouth.

“Did I shock you?” Sasha asked with a smile, “Did you expect me not to touch you when you’re on top of me like this?”

You breathlessly mumbled against her mouth, “‘Guess I didn’t expect you to be so determined.”

“Let me show you just how determined I am.”

Sasha pulled on the bottom of your shirt and you raised your arms, letting her remove the fabric from your body. Sasha throws the shirt to the ground, taking in the new sight in front of her - you sitting on top of her in only your sleep shorts and panties. Sasha had seen you in a bikini and even in your bra plenty of times but nothing could have prepared her for how beautiful with a bare chest.

You leaned down and pecked Sasha before your mouth traveled past her mouth and down her body. You kissed her jaw, the side of her neck, and behind her ear. The kisses that you left on Sasha’s skin tickled her body, causing her to let out breathy pants and soft giggles from between her lips.

Sasha arched her back towards you before suddenly switching positions with you. She pushed you onto the bed beside her, your back now against the comforter you were formerly lying underneath. Sasha sat above you, leaning back on her calves on the right side of your legs.

Sasha quickly pulled her shirt from her body, throwing it thoughtlessly to the ground. You reached towards her, placing your hands gently against the smooth skin of her stomach. Your fingers slowly made their ways up her ribs and to her chest, letting your fingertips rub gentle shapes into the sensitive skin of her tits.

Sasha bent down towards you, pressing her lips to yours as your hands continued to palm her. Sasha moaned into your mouth in between kisses, feeling herself growing hotter with every second your hands were on her. Sasha moved an inch back from your lips, whispering heavily into your mouth.

“Can I taste you?” Sasha came back in for another kiss.

You nodded against her face, “Yes, please.”

Sasha moved back onto her calves, smiling down at you for a second before moving her hands to the waist of your shorts. She pulled your sleep shorts down your thighs and legs, shoving them off of the bed and out of the way.

Sasha moved in between your legs, wrapping her hands around your body before leaning down. She spread a kissing trail from your navel down to the waistband of your panties. And once she reached your panties, she looked up at you - silently asking for permission to proceed.

“Please.” That one word came out in a desperate squeak.

Sasha giggled into your body, “‘You really that excited for me?”

Sasha slowly pulled your panties down your legs, tossing them to the floor as well. You felt the heartbeat between your legs pound as Sasha kissed slowly down your leg: a peck to your ankle, to your calf, to the side of your knee, to the inside of your thigh and finally to the most sensitive skin right beside her destination.

A loud moan erupted from your mouth when Sasha’s mouth found the place you needed her most. Her tongue licked against the slick that had collected in the area, drinking it into her mouth which only caused you to create more. Sasha’s mouth moved expertly between your legs, her tongue moving itself in and out and around your entrance.

You arched your back into the air as Sasha’s hands moved from your back to your ass and hips. She moved her fingers against your hips bones, squeezing the skin and pulling your body closer to her mouth until your thighs were practically suffocating her. But, Sasha didn’t stop, the possibility of death only encouraged her further - Sasha supposed if she had to die anywhere, she’d prefer to die between your thighs and tongue deep in your pussy.

Deep within your folds, Sasha used her tongue to write the same thing over and over again. Silently communicating with you through her movements, and even marking the area as her own. S-A-S-H-A, her tongue spelled out her name for you, each time driving you closer and closer to your orgasm, S-A-S-H-A.

You felt your legs shake on either side of Sasha’s face, your whole body jumping with arousal. You pushed your fingers into Sasha’s hair, fisting the strands into your palm in an attempt to alleviate the pressure growing in your stomach. Sasha moaned into your pussy, aroused by the idea of just how much pleasure she was giving you.

The growing pressure in your stomach started spreading to your entire body, causing your hips to buck forward from your impending orgasm. You pushed Sasha’s face deeper into your body, silently influencing her to continue exactly what she was doing. All it took was one more swoop of her tongue and you were unraveling into her mouth.

Sasha licked up every single drop of wetness, slowly bringing you back down from your high. Sasha sat up from between your legs, looking at you from where she sat on her calves. She grinned at you, her chin and cheeks drenched in what remained of your orgasm.

“So,” Sasha said with a large smile, “How was that?”

You giggled breathlessly into your hands, suddenly feeling the need to cover your face. All you could remember was just how loud you got while she was between your legs, the room echoed with the sounds of every moan that came from between your lips. You felt embarrassed by just how much you enjoyed Sasha’s tongue because what if she now knew how much you like her?

Sasha’s hands gently removed your palms from your face. You looked intently into her eyes and cursed just how deeply the other girl knew you. She’s your best friend and a good one at that, of course she can read the embarrassment written so obviously across your face.

“Hey,” Sasha said delicately, “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, babe. I enjoyed it just as much as you did.”

You sighed, “How about I give you something to enjoy? Wanna’ let me return the favor?”

“Oh?” Sasha raised a single eyebrow at you. “Hell yeah.”

You pushed Sasha into the bed the same way she had to you. You placed your thigh between her legs, pressing down into her before giving her a passionate kiss. Sasha groaned against your lips which only encouraged you to give her just as much pleasure she gave you. You stayed up all night with her, your lips against her lips and your thigh between her legs as you drank down every moan she gave you until the sun eventually came up on the other side of your bedroom window.

[dancingaliensfics]

♡My Prison Pen Pal♡

Helmut Zemo x reader

Word count: 1,802

Warnings: swearing, mentions of prison and crimes and slight angst to do with his family

A/N: its finally here! I havent writen a fic in a long time so hopefully you guys like this! I tried to avoid using idioms and things like that but message me if you need anything explained or reworded as I know most people aren't native English speakers

@sorcerersofnyc

♡♡♡

His first letter came during the series finale of your favourite show. A rather inconvenient moment, you thought, so it stayed on the welcome mat until you passed through the hall on your way to bed. Picking it up, you figured you'd skim the first few lines then finish it and write a reply before work. Instead, you found yourself writing and rewriting a reply through the night. Somehow this man had managed to enthrall you with only a letter. Maybe it was the way he wrote as if he was some elegant poet whose sonnets would one day be hailed as classics. How he managed to be open and expressive, exuding a welcoming aura, and yet still seeming mysterious. Or perhaps it was simply fated by the stars that Helmut Zemo would capture your heart.

You waited anxiously for his second letter to arrive. After sending the first, you hadn't cared whether you got a response, the whole thing seemed like a bad idea to you. But your mother was insistent that you needed to meet new people and this way you wouldn't need to worry about awkward face to face conversations. Sending the first letter felt like any other chore you do in the day, done with much effort and resignment but forgotten within minutes. But the second? It felt like the most important thing you'd done in a long time. You'd even bought a first class stamp (not that it makes a difference).

You wanted to know more about this intriguing man. No, supervillain. Charged with international terrorism. Jesus christ what the fuck was wrong with you? Were you really falling in love with a supervillain after one letter? But he didn't seem evil to you. He wrote eloquently, somehow his simple and brief description of his day (he'd started reading a new psychology book, you'd have to send him some recommendations) sounded fascinating in his words.

Over time, you started to notice small things about Helmut. The way he crossed his t's, how he signed his name, but mainly that there was a romanticism to his writing. From the way he described his home, his wife, his son to his recipes for Sokovian dishes with small notes and doodles (your favourite was his shepherd's pie recipe where he helpfully noted his mother's assertion that you should always add more than you think you need). It was becoming clear to you that he wasn't the stoic and vengeful baron you expected but rather a soft, lonely and endearingly weird man who you couldn't imagine plotting to destroy the Avengers. Whilst it was his mystery that first captivated you, it was his sweet and sometimes awkward personality that convinced you to keep writing.

It took a while for Helmut to tell you about his family. You had heard on the news back when he first arrested about his motive, so you were interested to hear his perspective on his crimes. But that wasn't what you got. Instead, he told you about when he and his father used to play football when he was young and how they would play a match every time he visited, with Helmut playing against his father and son, who always wanted to play with grandfather. He told you of the songs his wife used to sing, how her voice was always loud and shaky and after years of singing somewhere over the rainbow she would still forget the lyrics and invent her own. He told you how his son was the best pianist he had ever heard. How he could play the greatest rendition of amazing grace and that he had just learnt the theme from swan lake. That he had been excited to practice it on his grandfathers grand piano the day Ultron attacked.

There was something so human about this man. His love for his family, his loss and grief, his plan to avenge his family, it was all so tragic and yet here he was sending you drawings of the flowers from his garden growing up. You wanted to hug him and yet sometimes you felt he wouldn't need it, wouldn't want it. You were wrong.

Helmut Zemo missed his family. He told you so in one of his most recent letters. He missed holding his son, brushing his wife's hair, going for long drives, waking up at 2am to comfort his son, early morning trips to the shops, cleaning up after dinner, helping with homework. Everything he listed seemed so trivial, so meaningless in the grand scheme of life and yet the memories meant so much to him.

You realised then you had never pitied him before. Not that he wasn't deserving of it, just that he didn't seem to need it. But overtime you realised that what Helmut had really needed wasn't revenge or to make a world free from superhumans, it was someone to talk to. Someone to trust. Someone who would understand his pain and not judge it. Perhaps, you thought to yourself, you could be that person.

Fuck.

You couldn't think of how to cope with this. No one you knew had ever mentioned falling in love with a criminal through letters. And as hard as you tried you hadn't been able to find a single romcom with this plot line. You couldn't tell him. You imagined with his seemingly fragile state of mind receiving from basically a stranger professing their love would at best cause him to ghost you. Especially after he confided in you, shared his thoughts and memories.

So instead you continued as normal. You sent him pressed flowers and pictures of your favourite places. Eventually, he asked what looked like, and you spent an hour trying to decide whether you should send a picture of yourself or to just vaguely describe your features. After deciding to send a picture of yourself on holiday a few months before the blip, you found yourself wondering what he'd do with it. Would he throw it away as soon as he got the letter or would he keep it, tuck it away in some book to look at whilst thinking of you?

You also found yourself wondering what he looked like in the real world. You had found pictures of him online, but they didn't feel real. He was never rarely happy. The pictures pre Ultron were clearly taken by paparazzi, so you weren't surprised he rarely looked anything other than annoyed. There were a few though, ones with his wife and son, where he clearly hadn't noticed, and some from when he was much younger and seemed to enjoy the attention. Then were those taken after his arrest.

And so you continued to wonder he looked like. How he looked in the morning, with flowers in his hair or in summer with the sun lighting his face. You wondered what his hair looked like wet, if he ever scrunched his nose in disgust. You wondered what his smile was like.

Over time, you told him more about yourself. The stress of returning home after the blip to no job, no house and your friends 5 years older. Your ex was married with kids and your sister had moved abroad. It was as if you blinked and your whole life had changed. You mentioned how it was your mum who had suggested getting a pen pal, so you could talk to someone new, who was living a different life to you, although she had meant someone in a different country not jail. Since coming back you'd been isolated and stressed with starting a new job, recovering lost information and personal belongings and moving house, so you had thought it might be good to speak to someone who didn't know you, who couldn't judge you. You told Helmut how it had been good, how writing to him had helped you, how he had helped you more than he could ever know.

No, that sounded creepy. How you appreciated his letters.

Too formal. How you hadn't expected to become his friend, but you were glad to be able to say you were.

Helmut was comforting. You knew in your head that your meeting on Friday was nothing to worry about but seeing him say it felt so reassuring. Each one of his letters made you feel relaxed, feel safe. You wanted to make him feel the same. So, as a way to repay his kindness you had told him that no matter what happened, he could always trust you. And it was true. You couldn't imagine a world where you wouldn't do anything for Helmut and although you knew he would never need it, you still wanted him to know you would always care about him, even if no one else did.

Writing to him had become as easy as talking to someone you'd known all your life. You had fallen into an easy routine, you knew when to expect his letters and you knew when you'd send a reply. The routine felt so natural that you even knew what the envelope would look like, always the same off-white with a square edged flap. The address was always the same too. Except on his last letter. Which was strange.

At first, you thought Helmut had been moved to a different prison but after frantically typing the address into Google Maps you realised it was not a prison. Fuck you had no idea what it was, but it wasn't a prison. It also wasn't in Germany.

You sat still, staring at the unopened letter for a few minutes.

You looked up at the door. You thought you heard someone knock. The post had already come and you weren't expecting people. Hell, there wasn't anyone other than your parents who would visit anyway and they would have called first. Now you were sat still, staring at the front door.

"I know you're in there, the lights are on."

It was as if you were a marionette, being moved by some strange force that was slowly pulling you out of your seat and towards the door. You didn't even register that you moved until you felt the door handle on your fingertips. The cold metal caused you to stop, as if broken out of a trance. There was a sudden realisation that if you opened the door your life would never be the same. It was sickening, a mixture of dread and excitement; it reminded you of the moment before a roller coaster drops. You repeated that thought in your head. "Your life would never be the same". Your life hadn't been the same in almost a year. What would be the harm in one more big change. So you did it. You opened the door.

His smile was beautiful.

[aiiwa]

PRETTY IN PINK — IWAIZUMI HAJIME.

✗ REQUEST: may i request a lil text fic of yn having the most juiciest 🍑 and taking pics in her lingerie to send to her female friends so they can help pic out which one is the prettiest but she accidently sends them to her best friend and crush iwa and how that would go?????

— iwaizumi hajime.

⤷ genre: college au - fluff (?) / crack (?)

⤷ warnings: suggestive / mature themes, cursing, and a photo thirst trap photo (?), also iwa talking about masturbating over your photo

⤷ word count: 2.8k

— a/n: for my big booty anon i would sell my soul for 🍑💖

this is set in the same universe as freshman year, so feel free to give it a read if you’d like!!

life after meeting your boys had changed your daily routine in the best way. not a minute went by that wasn’t filled with the familiar craziness you had grown on.

free time was spent humouring mattsun by shifting the couches in their apartment around and engaging in a wrestling match, originally stemming from a fight the two of you had over the last slice of cake a month ago; the current score was an even tie of 14-14 though you had plans to take the lead. when it came to makki, he was more than happy to indulge on your self-care days; he’d even take part in your skincare routine, let you paint his nails, and liked it when you made smoothies to sip on while the two of you waited for your clay masks to dry. every other week was dedicated to retouching his roots with pink hair dye.

other days, you were set up on your bed; under the soft covers, stash of snacks next to you, while your laptop rested on your lap. and at exactly three a.m. you would receive an incoming call from, oikawa. since it would be three p.m. in argentina, he’d take to sitting out on his balcony, basking in the sun and interrogating you on the relationship, or lack thereof, you had with his dear iwa-chan.

speaking of sweet, gorgeous iwa - in your biased and majorly crushing opinion, hanging out with him was your favourite. though you’d never be heard saying that around anyone. just last week he’d all but solidified your love for him even more, when the two of you were up late, binge watching a new sci-fi show that caught iwa’s attention, and he got up to make you some coffee when you started to feel sleepy.

“here we go, coffee with two sugars for the pretty lady.” the warmth you felt run over your body settled before you grabbed at the steaming cup. taking a sip you realised you’d never told iwa how many sugars you preferred, and after asking him, you watched his faint blush bloom under the harsh light of the t.v. screen. “heh, i don’t know...just noticed it, i guess.”

but as much as you loved the guys, there were just some things you couldn’t do with them. things that required a strictly girls-only day out.

“what do you mean we’re not allowed to come? i wanna go to the mall too!” mattsun whines, tugging at the sleeve of your cropped, button-up sweater, while you were bent over tying your laces.

“it’s a girl’s day out, emphasis on girl.” smacking his hand away, you straighten up; sending him the look your mother gives you when you’re being difficult. “so unless your little pee-pee grew into a powerful vagina, you’ll be staying home.”

“but makki’s practically a girl too!” the couch cushion that flew into his face was true to its aim, the swift whack shutting mattsun up.

“fuck off, little dick.” makki grumbled, lanky figure draped over the couch; sans aforementioned couch cushion that was covering his face before. mattsun tried to throw the pillow back at the pink-haired boy, but it was caught with ease. “we agreed to never bring that up again.”

“yeah well, y/n’s talking about some girl-time shit, like we didn’t take her to a strip club, filled with male strippers.” mattsun sasses back, crossing his arms with a smirk. “like makki didn’t get a lap dance from that guy-”

from the corner of your eye, the bulky figure entering the room catches your attention instantly. you could never get tired of eyeing up the way his shirt stretched around his fit body, how his sleeves cut a bit into his arms and knowing he could rip them up with a flex of his biceps. watching him walk up to you, the tightening of his navy blue gym shorts around his shaped thighs, had you mesmerised; dragging your gaze across the outline of his bulge, you swore it twitched just before he stopped near you.

“ready to go, y/n?” he offered a small smile, twirling his keys around his finger. at the sound of his voice, the other two boys halted their bickering over the strip club incident.

“oi iwa, no fair, are you going with y/n?!” mattsun interrogates, thick brows arched in question.

“i’m dropping her off.”

“oh.” makki chimes in. “out of everyone i thought you would be the one with the most complaints, iwa. just the other day when the two of you were together, i wanted to ask y/n for help with my project but you-”

“yeah, yeah that was the other day.” iwa cuts him off, and you couldn’t help but furrow your brows, wanting to know what makki was going to say. oh well, you’ll just get it out of him after. “c’mon y/n, you’ll be late meeting the girls.”

iwa was on his way to the front door when makki asked you what was so different about this trip to the mall that you didn’t want any of the boys to come along.

“i’m going to buy new lingerie, and i need their opinions.” you shrugged, grabbing your hand bag so you could follow iwa out.

busy with shoving your phone into your purse, and checking you had all of your essentials, you failed to notice the scheming look shared between mattsun and makki. or how iwa stood frozen by the door, hand tightly gripping the handle, until you bumped into his warm back.

“lingerie...hm, i wonder for who?”

at makki’s words you felt heat rise up in your face, as you rubbed at your nose.

“y/n~! you could’ve just asked me to come along! i would love to give my opinion!”

you’d never seen keys flying so fast through the air, finding their mark on mattsun’s forehead.

after spending twenty minutes pressing an ice pack to the growing bump on mattsun’s forehead, and listening to him trying to explain to an irritated iwa that he was just playing around; you’d finally left the apartment, and was nearing the bustling shopping district. iwa had been quiet, though not awkward, with only the mellow songs of his playlist, named after you, playing during the short drive. he flicked his indicator on, spotting the two girls waving at you from the sidewalk, and pulled over to the side.

“thanks for the ride, iwa.” you mumbled distractedly, admiring the veins in his tanned arm as he shifted the gear into park.

“anything for my pretty lady.” iwa lifts the corner of his mouth up into a sweet grin, olive green eyes flitting over you next to him. he doesn’t even realise he’d called you his pretty lady, and you press a hand to your heated cheek; ignoring your friends cooing and pointing at the two of you. “do you need some money? are you gonna be warm?” he leans closer to you, putting his arm behind your seat as he searches through his gym back in the back. the intoxicating smell of his cinnamon cologne invades your senses. “i’ll give you my jacket, just let me find it.”

you couldn’t help but chuckle at his antics, grabbing his bicep to stop him, giving it a firm, very self-indulgent squeeze. “iwa.” you called out to him. he turned to look at you, wide eyed and so fucking adorable. “you’re acting like my mom.” 

his handsome features relaxed as he released an airy laugh. “well i love your mom, so i’m fine with that.” he pulled his arm from behind you, jacket in his grip, though not in a way to make you let go of his arm.

“i still can’t believe she messages you to make sure i’m eating right.” you groaned, still squeezing his arm playfully. “and stop trying to give me money, it’s like you want to be my sugar daddy or something.”

iwa’s arm tenses under your touch as he processes your words. “alright, time for you to go.” you manage to catch the bright blush dusting his cheeks; your hand reaching out to pinch them yet all you feel is the material of his jacket as he shoves it into your arms. “get out, your friends are waiting for you.”

you pout at his dismissal; but with the way he was so flustered, scratching the back of his neck and hiding his pretty eyes, you decide to let him off easy 

“‘kay, fine~” you drawled in a sing-song voice.

making a show of collecting your things together, you dramatically tugged your seat belt loose; reaching for the door but halting in your actions when the weight of his large hand, dropped on top of your head. allowing him to angle your head to face him, he gifted you with a soft smile that had you ready to melt into the passenger seat. 

“be safe, alright?” your eyes blinked with each gentle pat on your head - once, twice, thrice - most likely ruffling your hair you’d spent a good amount of time on. “now go, text me and i’ll pick you up later.”

puffing your cheeks, you nodded as he squeezed your scalp affectionately. unlocking the door, you stepped outside into the cool air, wrapping iwa’s big jacket over your shoulders as goosebumps rose underneath the thin material of your sweater. bumping the door closed with your hip, you bent at the waist and stuck your head through the open window 

“bye, iwa.” your lips pressed together in a shy smile.

he mirrored your smile. “see you later, pretty lady.”

walking away, tugging the collar of his jacket closer, you could feel his eyes following after you. only half-listening as the girls teased you, hooking their arms through yours to walk through the entrance of the mall; you glanced back once more to see iwa stick a hand out and wave, before driving off once you disappeared from his view.

steam whirled up and around iwa, as a contented sigh escaped his parted lips. stood underneath the spray of warm water, he felt the tension begin to evaporate from his taut muscles 

iwa’s gym sessions, as of late, had been rather extreme. well, it had been this way for a couple of months now, ever since he had met you. he had to overwork his body, send it into overdrive and power through the fatigue - it was the only way to release some of his pent up frustration. the frustration that came with crushing on you, and not acting on it.

you were so fucking gorgeous to him, and you were so damn sweet. every part of his being was steadily entangling itself around your presence, and he had no idea how to stop it. not that he would even want to try. when you were nearby, his ears would begin to twitch at the sound of your voice, searching for you; and when you touched him, wrapping your delicate fingers around his arm to steady yourself, or poking your fingers at his back absentmindedly while teasing his roommates, he could feel his skin tingle all over. but it was when you would look up at him, sparkles in your beautiful eyes, that iwa knew he was a goner.

you had him wrapped around your pretty little finger, and he just wanted to make you his. have you in his arms…and bury himself so deep inside you-

“fuck.”

he shut off the shower with a bit more force than necessary. this was exactly the reason why he’d been visiting the gym more, working out for longer, because his mind was plagued with thoughts of you under him.

especially after seeing you in your cute outfit today. he feared that you’d catch his eyes lingering too long on the exposed skin of your tummy, or trying to memorise the curve of your lush thighs in those jeans. hell, he could barely say anything to you on the drive to the mall, tongue running dry with you so close to him.

with a huff, he carefully stepped out of the shower; wrapping his fully white towel around his hips, and moving into his room. kicking the door closed behind him, he made his way towards his side table just in time for his phone to go off.

grabbing the device and waiting a second for the facial recognition to process; he was surprised to see it was an instagram notification from you. expecting another food porn post, he was dead wrong; with absolutely nothing that could’ve prepared him for what greeted his eyes.

“holy,” he collapsed onto his bed, holding his phone to his face. “fuck.”

you...you-

“fuck!” he growled out.

you’d sent him a photo in your new lingerie, albeit it was most likely by accident, but there you were modelling your new all-pink set. the one he had 'chosen’.

with your arms raised above your head, brushing your hair over your shoulders, the stretched out pose accentuated the curve of your breasts, almost spilling out from the strapped confines of your bra. could he even call it that? it was all studded belt straps and buckles, that matched the thick choker-collar around your lithe neck, and it was not helping his current situation. grazing his eyes lower, a thin belt was clipped around your waist, before a sliver of skin lead downwards to the skinny, almost sheer, material of your panties. it was high waisted, dipping behind your wide hips and the teasing curve of your ass. and then your thighs, fuck how he wanted his face to be squeezed between them. thigh-high stockings dug into your plush thighs, squished out from the way you were sitting on your rug.

leaning back onto his bed, iwa was tempted to check if his heart was still beating, if he was even breathing at this point. but he did check, and he was alive; and the blood circulating his body was currently flowing straight to his groin.

the sight of you, so fucking pretty in pink, was burned into his mind forever.

under his palms the prickling sensation spread across his fingers, itching to relieve himself. one hand trailed across the panes of his abdomen, while the other grabbed at his phone; though it almost went flying out of his hand when it started vibrating and your contact photo flashed on his screen.

“shit.” he cursed, clearing his throat and trying to even out his breathing. he accepted the call after a moment. “hello?”

“iwa?!” at the sound of your voice he could feel his dick twitch, and he clenched his teeth together; annoyed at himself. he needed to get a grip. “oh my god, iwa, i am so sorry!”

‘no, i’m sorry that i want to fuck you so bad right now.’ is what he wants to say. “it’s...fine, y/n.” is what he manages to get out.

he hears you chuckle a bit awkwardly on the other end of the line. “shit, i’m so embarrassed right now.” you confess. “i meant to send that to the girls…”

“you don’t have to be embarrassed.” if anyone was to embarrassed it was him. he’d spent months pining after you, and now here he was lying on his bed aching to touch himself to you, towel fisted in his free hand. “you’re beautiful, y/n.” at least that managed to come out right.

“thank you, iwa...i only realised what happened when i was about to send another showing the back!” you laughing at your antics fell deaf on his ears, when the thought of your ass seized control of his mind.

how often had he admired the shape of you the past few months. daydreaming of the way you’d feel in his big hands, silky skin dug into by his long fingers, cheeks jutting out between them. he wanted to hold your ass in the palms of his hands, squeeze and tease you...his hips buck up, grinding against the cotton of the towel and a loud groan escapes his mouth.

“oh- iwa? are you okay?” you asked him, so innocently. he couldn’t take it anymore.

“i’m good...i just- something’s come up,” he hissed out, glancing down at the red tip of his cock peeping up at him. “i’ll call you later.”

“oh, of course! sorry again iwa, hehe, i’ll delete the photo. talk soon!”

his eyes shut at the sound of your giggle, free hand already rubbing himself. “bye.”

ending the call and moving the phone away from his face, he stared at the photo again, thumb hovering over the ‘save’ option, before pressing yes. he’d keep it locked away just for him, a treasured piece of you in his gallery. starting to stroke himself to your perfect body, he waited for the notification that you had deleted the photo from the conversation.

but it never came, though he did, and the photo remained buried under new food posts sent from you.

yet it wasn’t til a few weeks after that iwa began to think that maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t as much of an accident as you made it out to be.

© 2020 AIIWA. please do not copy, modify or repost my work.

[queenshelby]

Birthday Girl (One Shot)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Fluff and Smut

Words: 3,156

Notes: This one shot is dedicated to @being-worthy…Happy Birthday Love!

********

It was your birthday today and your best friend Sarah had bought concert tickets for the two of you and set you up on a double date, to which you only agreed reluctantly when you found out.

As you stood in the middle of your bedroom staring at the flowered blouse laid across your bed the voice of your best friend Sarah echoed from the doorway.

"Please tell me you're not wearing that to the concert!" said Sarah with a raised eyebrow.

"What's wrong with it?" you asked innocently.

"It's a rock concert and your supposed to be my wing woman. Can't you wear something a bit more alluring?" Sarah asked and you nodded reluctantly.

Sarah strolled over to your closet and began to fish through your outfits as you looked on with a bit of consternation. You were still feeling a bit nervous about having agreed to this outing. You had been through a painful breakup a few months earlier and you were desperately ready to put it behind you and get back into the dating game but you were scared to try on your own so Sarah had arranged a double date for the two of you.

"How about this?" said Sarah finally pulling a dress from the back of the closet.

The garment she had chosen was one of the few rather racy ones you owned and you had never actually worn it before.

"I couldn't possibly wear that” you said but Sarah nodded eagerly.

“Yes, you can. You will look sexy in it and my cousin will love it” Sarah said.

“Your cousin?” you then asked somewhat shocked as you reluctantly grabbed the dress which is when Sarah confirmed that you were meeting her cousin and his best friend tonight at the concert.

“Please tell me you aren’t talking about your cousin Cillian” you huffed out but Sarah nodded eagerly.

“He broke up with his girlfriend a few months ago and I think he has taken a liking in you Y/N” she said eagerly and you couldn’t believe it. You had a crush on this man for almost a year now and there was no way he would be interested in you, you thought.

You finished putting the dress on and tied it behind your neck with a pair of strings. You turned to look in the mirror, this was certainly a daring look for you with your breasts plainly on display and the skirt barely reaching the middle of your thighs.

"Jesus Sarah, I don't know," started you.

"Absolutely stunning, let’s go” Sarah said.

**********

The concert venue wasn't far and you arrived after a short drive. It was an outdoor amphitheater vaguely bowl shaped with a long lawn that ramped up to a high wall at the back, a crowd was moving inside and you fell in with the rest. The opening act was already taking the stage and you stopped to get beers before you made to stand on the lawn. The first band ran through a quick set of maybe eight songs and by the time they were done, Sarah received a text message from her cousin Cillian, seeing where you both were.

Within ten minutes, him and his friend Daniel had found you and you were surprised when Cillian greeted you with a friendly kiss on the cheek before introducing you both to his friend and wishing you a happy birthday.

Daniel nodded perfunctorily toward you and then immediately turned his attention to Sarah. The two of them got talking immediately which left you with Cillian who looked rather amused when he saw his cousin get flirtatious.

“That was easy” Cillian chuckled and you stood talking for a while.

Daniel seemed very reserved while Cillian was quite warm and funny and to your consternation you found yourself enjoying his company and were no longer nervous about meeting him again as he made you laugh with quick witted repartee.

When the sounds of music began to come from the stage, you realised that the concert was starting up again.

"Looks like things are firing up we best get seats," Daniel commented.

"Let's grab some drinks first” Cillian said and you took the drink Cillian offered you but nearly choked on it, as it possessed way more alcohol than you were used to.

"Yeah, you might want to drink slowly, they can be a little harsh” Cillian chuckled.

"No kidding!" you laughed in response.

Darkness was falling as you made their way back to the lawn and, for the next hour, you enjoyed the music and each other’s company and you found yourself growing closer to Cillian while Sarah and Daniel were already hitting it off.

“Well, that is going better than I had anticipated” Cillian chuckled as he watched them make out with blushing cheeks.

“Yeah, hmm…” you said nervously as you felt Cillian move closer towards you.

“Although I think that, since it is your birthday, you should probably get some attention too” Cillian then said with a warm smile.

“Cillian, that’s a nice offer but I don’t need you to take pity on me” you said, thinking that it was what he was doing.

“Pity on you? What would make you say that Y/N? I’ve been having a crush on you for years and it’s only now that we are both single” Cillian explained.

“Well, I suppose you can give me a little attention then” you smiled nervously, blushing as you did.

Cillian grinned down at you as he wrapped his around your middle pulling you tight to his chest. You were caught off guard both by the move and the fact that it actually felt really nice to be held like this.

“You are beautiful Y/N..." Cillian whispered in your ear and you blushed at the complement just as the band started to play a few slower paced songs.

You glanced over and were surprised at the sight of Sarah looking like she was trying to swallow Daniel's tongue as they locked in a hot embrace not two feet from you. Yet things were about to get even more off kilter for you as you felt Cillian turning you with one hand so that you were facing him.

"I hope this is okay, I don't think I could forgive myself if I didn't kiss you right now," Cillian said.

Whether it was the little bit of alcohol slowing your senses or maybe the attraction you had towards him, you wouldn't have wanted to admit to yourself that you found you could not react to stop what was happening as Cillian leaned down and pressed his warm firm lips to yours in a soft kiss.

For a moment, you did not react but then your body seemed to take on a mind of its own as you slowly slid your arms up around his neck and started to rub your soft pink lips back against his. The kiss lingered for quite a bit of time and you found yourself falling deeper and deeper into it until you even opened your lips slightly and let Cillian slide his tongue just into your mouth adding a bit of sexiness to the contact.

You seemed to feel like you were floating as you and Cillian kissed on the grassy hill and your body started to react even more. Your nipples were hardening inside your dress as blood rushed into your chest and a bit of dampness started to spread between your legs as your arousal grew. For just a moment you felt yourself giving in even further pressing your tongue back against Cillian's and opening your mouth even wider as you started to kiss him with fire and passion until, suddenly, you pulled away.

Going so fast so soon was unlike you and, whilst you liked him for a while, things were moving too quick.  

“Are you alright?” Cillian asked.

"Sure...I just...got a little overheated that's all” you responded.

"Yeah, me too” Cillian replied with a seductive smile and you trembled slightly at the obvious look of interest in his eyes.

********

Whilst you knew it was too fast and to soon, you resumed where you left off and, when the concert was finished, Cillian, who was the only one who barely had anything to drink, drove Sarah and Daniel and you home.

After he dropped Sarah and Daniel at Sarah’s house, which wasn’t a surprise to you, you arrived at yours.

"I'm glad I met you again tonight Y/N, and I meant it when I said, you're very beautiful..." he whispered and leaned in for another kiss.

You granted him the kiss and this is when the words you never thought you would say left your mouth.

“Uhm, would you like to come up to my place for another drink?” you asked and Cillian immediately grinned.

“I would love to” he said as he put the car into park and, without loosing any time, he followed you upstairs.

As soon as the door to your apartment opened, you saw what was coming and found your mouth covered by his before you got the chance to make a peep. Just like before you had to admit he was a very good kisser and whether it was the alcohol or something else, you found yourself giving into the kiss, letting him gently slide his warm full lips across your soft pink ones.

As time went on, Cillian started to kiss you with greater hunger, his tongue sliding into your mouth as his arms wrapped around your back. With a low moan you opened your lips wider to accept his tongue pressing yours back against his as you French kissed each other.

Your thoughts were in turmoil as Cillian kissed you deep and long sending a wave of pleasure crashing through you. You were getting turned on very rapidly, your nipples hardening into knots on your chest, blood pouring into your aroused breasts as your pussy grew quickly damp if not downright wet between your legs.

You couldn't remember ever getting aroused this fast around a guy before and it left you breathless and the heat seemed to be growing in leaps and bounds between you as Cillian started to move his arms up your back. You could feel his fingertips near your neck and at first you were confused at what he was doing but a second later realisation dawned as you felt him loosening the knots holding your dress on.

"Oh my God...he's trying to undress me...he wants me...oh Jesus!" you thought nervously but, before you could something, you felt your dress sliding down as Cillian pulled the strings free. With no bra to halt the slide it slipped easily you’re your body leaving you half-naked in his arms, your breast free to the night air.

"God you...you're so beautiful...I've wanted you since I first saw you” Cillian breathed and with a quick dipping of his head you felt his mouth wrapping around the soft warm flesh of your right breast.

Your nipples were so aroused that they had darkened from a light pink to a brick red, your silver dollar sized areolas shrunk to roughly the size of a quarter while your rock hard nipples stood well up off your breasts.

You gasped and let out a low groan as Cillian's tongue rolled across your hard nipple and he licked your soft areola before he sucked part of your breast into his mouth pressing your nipple into the roof of it with his tongue and sucking hard on your pale soft flesh.

You felt as if you were caught in a tidal wave of sexual desire, pulled along and helpless to fight as Cillian was sucking your nipples and squeezing them in his hands as he licked, kissed and bit your hard nipples and you were enjoying every second.

Now you were grabbing the back of his head and guiding him from one breast to the other as he worked your flesh. Your whole body was trembling and you were so turned on that your pussy was absolutely soaking, the fluid running down the inside of your thigh.

Between the alcohol and her arousal, you had never wanted to fuck so bad in your whole life and you finally pulled Cillian's mouth back to yours, kissing him hot and hard as he continued to squeeze your breasts.

Cillian seemed to sense your need and he lifted you suddenly in his strong arms and carried you like a child to the couch placing you gently on the cushions. He quickly started to kiss his way down your naked body as you watched in wonder enjoying the feeling of his hot mouth on your chest, your stomach, against the inside of your thighs.

Finally, he reached the wet, warm spot between your legs and he started to roll your panties down exposing the glistening pink flesh of your pussy and giving evidence to just how turned on you really were by what was happening.

You reached up and squeezing your own breasts and pinching your nipples as you stared down at Cillian's handsome face poised just above your wet womanhood. As you watched, he smiled and leaned down running his tongue up your wet slit before pressing into you, into your aroused flesh. The feel of his tongue entering you tore a loud groan from your lips as he proceeded to eat your soaking wet pussy.

"Oh God that feels so good... " you moaned and a part of you couldn't believe you were doing this.

"Your pussy tastes so good...but I want so much more...I want you..." Cillian whispered quietly.

As you watched, your face flushed with fevered lust and Cillian stood and pulled his t-shirt off throwing it on the floor. His well-chiseled body showed not an ounce of fat as he reached down, unbuckled his pants, and let them fall to the floor, he was wearing a pair of grey CK briefs with an obvious bulge and he slowly lowered them to the ground.

You let out a soft breath of astonishment as your eyes fell on Cillian's manhood, he was much bigger than you had anticipated. Fascinated you sat up on the couch bringing your face closer to his girth. Tentatively you reached out and slowly wrapped your small hand around his penis. It felt iron hard in your grip and, as you stroked the thick veiny flesh up and down, you heard Cillian sigh as you jacked his hard cock and you looked up at his smiling face.

"Jesus Cillian...you're so hard already” you managed to choke out.

"That’s just how much you turn me on Y/N” he said.

You leaned forward and gently ran your tongue over his cock head, tasting a bit of the pre-cum leaking from his hole as your tongue slid across the soft yet firm flesh. You gave a low moan as you shifted forward letting the head slide past your lips filling the roof of your mouth as you let your saliva slicken his flesh.

You sucked him in and out of your mouth and he started to moan and groan quietly as you ran your mouth and hand up and down its length. It tasted amazingly good and you found yourself getting even more turned on, almost desperate to feel Cillian inside you. As you sucked his cock you suddenly felt him pressing his finger against your wet slit. You spread your legs and Cillian began to slide two fingers inside you, thrusting in and out of your soaking wet pussy. You licked and sucked his cock and soon you were moving in unison, Cillian fingering your pussy in rhythm to your bobbing head on his pole.

"Fuck Y/N...this feels so good baby...shit!" Cillian cried out.

"I need you inside me Cillian” you huffed out eventually as you looked up from his rigid penis, your tongue still softly running across the swollen purple head. Cillian took his cock from your grasp stroking its slick wet length as he looked down at your naked body. He pushed your flat with his other hand as he moved between your legs still stroking himself.

"I want you...but...I don't have condom, is that okay?” he asked huskily.

In the back of your mind you knew that you should say no, but you wanted him worse than maybe you had ever wanted anyone, your pussy felt as if it was on fire.

"I want to feel you inside me, your bare cock...inside me" you replied.

Cillian moved forward, a second later you felt his cock spreading your pussy lips open and sliding into you as you cried out in pleasure.

“Oh god” you cried out as Cillian pressed forward and, finally, with a last gasp his cock slid fully into you as your flesh gave way. You could barely contain your cries of pleasure as he started to fuck you in earnest, slamming every inch into your tight pussy as you dug your nails into his back and wrapped your legs around his tight ass. You had fucked a few men in the past, but you had to admit it had never been like this with anyone before, this was easily the hottest sex you had ever had and you knew you would not last long as Cillian pounded you deep and hard.

“Oh my god you feel so good…fuck Cillian” you almost screamed as Cillian made hot passionate love to your trembling body.

You pulled Cillian even tighter to you, his chest pressed to your rock hard nipples as you found his mouth and buried your tongue in it kissing him with hot fire as the trembling in your pussy threatened to turn into an explosion. Suddenly like a crashing wave, your orgasm broke loose your pussy spasming hard on Cillian's pounding cock as you lost it.

"Oh god, fuck, I am cuming…Cillian!" yelled you as you arched your back off the couch and creamed every inch of Cillian's cock with your pussy. Cillian was quick to respond in kind as you felt a sudden rush of warmth inside you and Cillian’s cries told you what you already felt, that he was shooting his cum into you, deep into your pussy as his bare cock swelled and jerked.

They quickly collapsed together as Cillian's cock continued to throb inside you and you fought to catch your breath after the hardest orgasm you had ever had.

"Damn you that was so good" Cillian whispered as he kissed your sweet lips again.

"Yeah, it was amazing...we should do this again” you chuckled and Cillian was certainly in agreement with your suggestion.

“Give me ten minutes Love and I am ready to fuck you all over again” Cillian smirked and you couldn’t believe how lucky you had gotten tonight, on your birthday.

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