#hush hush crescendo

[lexxwithbooks]

📖: 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒐 (𝐻𝑢𝑠ℎ 𝐻𝑢𝑠ℎ #2) 🖤🪽🏍️

✍🏽: 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐜𝐚 𝐅𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤

[filhadjupiter]

“Às vezes, coisas ruins tem de acontecer antes que as coisas boas possam.”

Crescendo, Becca Fitzpatrick

[waifgirlininternet]

[arquitetais]

Eu estava assustada, me sentindo sozinha, confusa e à beira de um choro incontrolável.

Nora Grey, Crescendo.

[wingsthatshimmer]

A Post-Finale Summer Afternoon

Notes:

In this version, Scott never died fighting Dante. He is still very much alive and still in a relationship with Vee. The setting is a post-Finale World.

Context:

Set in the Summer after Nora and Vee finish high school.

This is a post-Finale world. The War between Nephilim and Fallen Angels is over but tensions between the two groups are beginning to rise again as new Fallen angels are being created. Of course, because she is a Nephilim leader, this worries Nora.

The Archangels have created and formed a new realm. This new realm is called by many names including: the "Third Realm", the "New World", "The Realm of Tutela" (meaning Realm of Protection) or "Tutela" for short. It is where the Fallen and Nephilim species can live together in peace and away from the dangers of the Human worlds which require them to live in hiding. In this Wolrd, it is forbidden for the Fallen to exploit Nephilim. In fact, the Fallen have been designated by the Archangels to protect the Nephilim as Guardians and rule over them to keep them safe. In return, the Fallen can keep their wings. Humans related to the Nephilim are allowed to migrate to this new world. However, anybody who does migrate, whether it be Fallen, Nephilim or Human, is allowed to go back to their realm of origin.

Scott and Vee want to migrate to this new world but Nora remains sceptical.

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Apart from Marcie’s death, the summer after high school was one of Nora’s few happy memories of her life in the old realm. She had been accepted into an English and Law double degree at Harvard. And of course, Vee and Scott were as in love and care-free as ever. The only thing keeping them from moving to the New World was Nora. They spent the whole Summer trying to persuade her to leave with them.

“Seven billion people in the world and I’m stuck with a best friend who’s content to be easy pickings for incoming fallen angels.” Vee sighed as she snuggled closer next to Scott on their shared beach towel.

“You promised no migration talk today. Or excessive PDA!” I rolled my eyes and threw an empty plastic bottle at Scott who was busy tapping along to Stevie Wonder’s Superstition on Vee’s butt.

“This isn’t PDA. It’s essential practice for the gig on Friday. The one that you promised to attend and support me at.” Without looking up or missing a beat, Scott had managed to duck and avoid the plastic bottle which had disappeared somewhere in the trees that lined the entrance to the beach.

I was in the middle of weighing up whether I should go after it when a familiar voice broke my stream of thoughts.

Tsk, tsk. Littering on the beach Angel? They have fines for that.  

I shot up and spun around to face him. Excitement shot through my whole body. Patch stood in front of me holding my sand covered drink bottle in one hand. With his free hand, he grabbed the waistband of my linen shorts and pulled me into his arms for a kiss. At once, all my worries about the New World, new fallen angels, and plans for the future had vanished. The smell of fresh mint and the feel of his strong arms consumed my senses.

I pulled away slightly and responded. I’m sure my husband can take care of it.

“Are you sure it was us who should’ve promised no PDA?” Vee yelled.

I was too dizzy from the kiss to think of a response. Instead, I curled up into patch’s arms as he knelt down onto the picnic blanket.

“It’s nice to see you too Vee.” Patch said without taking his eyes off me.

“You two are worse than thirteen-year-olds.” 

“At least this isn’t your everyday experience.” I said only half-jokingly.

“Ouch. It almost sounds like you don’t enjoy our company.”

“My sincerest apologies. How could I not enjoy watching you two eat each other’s faces off all day long.”

“Sigh. Some people don’t appreciate the passionate nature of young love.”

“Some people don’t appreciate public decency.”

“Didn’t you have sex on a playground last night?”

At that, I chocked on a lemonade Patch had bought for me. Scott pretended to gasp dramatically and patch chuckled next to me. Vee looked proud with herself. She shot a smug smile my way that said, Check mate. I looked away and made a mental note to share fewer details of my personal life with her.

Still looking away, I attempted to salvage some of my pride, “I said next to a playground. We were having a picnic!”

“Oh! Please excuse me. Picnic sex is a much more appropriate form of public sex. You really are an authentic advocate for public decency.” Vee grinned triumphantly at me while Scott snickered beside her.

I rolled my eyes at both of them and sought refuge next to Patch. He pulled me into his big arms and whispered, “I think I’m starting to like Vee.”

I groaned, Not you too.

Sorry Angel, I’ll make it up to you with another late-night picnic. I could feel his smile on my neck as he peppered me with kisses. Without meaning to, I leaned into him. His hands moved under my top to rest under my bikini top. He held me gently, I closed my eyes and breathed in the salt air. I could hear Vee and Scott’s laughter in the background while they wrestled over the last of the cold beer. I realised then that I hadn’t felt this happy in a long time. I let myself doze off while relishing in the ease and comfort of that sweet summer afternoon.

[lumitie]

[Resenha] Crescendo - Becca Fitzpatrick

Foi impossível não comparar os acontecimentos desse livro com, digamos, Lua Nova da aclamada série Crepúsculo. Quer saber o porquê? Segue aqui comigo! Continue reading Untitled

[thebusytypewriter]

Don't know why people put Two by Sleeping At Last on romantic playlists. Yes, okay, I get the care and comfort of it.

But then why do I cry when I hear it because it hits me directly to the core.

[zae-heeyyy]

Boisterous

Summary: Arthur takes you to The Loft. Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Female!Reader Word Count: 2,095 Warnings: 18+ MDNI Tags: rough sex, unprotected p in v, overstimulation, biting

a/n: I somehow ended up spending literal hours trying to perfect this drawing. I traced a lot and freehanded a lot too, but overall, I'm happy with the final product. TYSM for taking the time to read, like, reply, and reblog; I appreciate every interaction!

Boisterous: behavior that is loud, energetic, and often unruly. It describes a person or situation that is full of noisy enthusiasm.

When Arthur found "The Loft" two nights ago, he was grateful to sleep in a bed surrounded by four sturdy walls. The accommodation would've been perfect, but you were missing from it all. Lewd images of your past escapades together infiltrated his mind as he tried to sleep, and he made his best efforts to push them aside. Your pretty face lit up his brain, and he wrapped his hand around his cock, trying his best to imitate the ecstasy only you could make him feel. No grip was as delectable as yours, though, and despite a quick release, he was more pent-up than ever. He needed you there with him and planned to sweep you up and bring you back as soon as the sun rose.

The cowboy's sonorous voice roused you from your dreams about him, the early morning sun casting a golden glow on his face as he leaned over you. His beard had grown since the few days you'd last seen him.

"Get dressed. M'taking you somewhere."

Without a second thought, you joined him on the back of his horse within the hour. Arthur spared the details of this urgent impromptu trip, keeping you in suspense for the duration of the ride.

In a few hours, you'd passed through Valentine, went by Fort Wallace, and climbed up into the mountains of the Grizzlies East. As you rode on, the clouds grew thick and gray, and the smell of petrichor filled your nostrils. Arthur caressed a hand you had wrapped around his waist, reassuring you.

"Almost there."

But you weren't close enough; the atmosphere released a torrential downpour in the last fifteen minutes of your journey, leaving you drenched. A little after noon, you reached a towering outpost that Arthur coined, The Loft. Arthur ushered you inside, futilely shielding you from the rain and promising the heat of a fireplace as he closed the door behind you.

While you stood, rubbing your arms for warmth, Arthur checked for signs of other people, climbing a ladder and peaking over the top for a second before sliding down.

You two were all alone, finally.

When he got a good look at you, he realized just how soaked you were, the layers of your clothes sticking to you and showing every curve of your body. Arthur swallowed, mouth salivating from the view of your hard nipples peeking through your blouse.

All the blood left his head and traveled south, damn near making him dizzy. Maybe he should've been embarrassed, but he was just a man, and you were the most alluring thing ever.

Two large steps were all it took to get to you. One hand found the back of your head, and the other rested on your hip as he drew your lips to his, practically swallowing you in a scalding kiss.

You could feel the groan rumbling in his chest, and you giggled against his lips. The noise crescendoed as his lips separated from yours to find your jaw and neck. He rested his forehead on your shoulder, inhaling your scent while the hand on the back of your head traveled to the small of your back.

"Mmm," he hummed, eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head. "I missed y'so much."

And he had you all alone, truly alone, for the first time in your relationship. He'd been waiting to make love to you the way he really wanted. Your previous rendezvous were hushed, whispered, and sneaky, your moans muffled by Arthur's lips or hand. Even when he whisked you away to a hotel, he was keenly aware of everybody else around who could hear the two of you. Turning you into a whimpering mess filled him with fervent pride, but he wanted those parts of you, especially the sounds you made, all to himself.

The thought of finally hearing all those pretty little noises at full volume was enough to rile him up, and his hand groped your breast, kneading with a force he hadn't used on you before. You shivered against him; some of it was from your arousal, but the other part was the cold.

"The fire, Arthur," you said, shoving him off playfully. Grunting, he tore away from you, grateful for a log near the stove.

While his back was turned, you peeled the wet clothes off your body and dropped your blouse on the floor. Arthur spun back around right as you stepped out of your skirt, leaving you clad in your bloomers and nothing else. His breath hitched in his throat as if it were the first time your body had been bestowed upon him.

"Straight outta my dreams," he declared, his blue eyes shining with pure avidity. And just like that, Arthur strode across the room, dragging a chair with him and putting it against the door nob, just in case. You were back in his arms in an instant, his kisses emphasized with unadulterated sounds of pleasure. A rough hand slid into the waistband of your bloomers and grabbed a fistful of your ass, squeezing, letting go, and repeating.

You sigh breathlessly as he feels you up, leaning into his touch. Then without warning, he tastes you hungrily, tongue fucking your mouth.

His chest vibrates with titillation again, and you're hoisted up into his arms just a beat later, his hands cupping your rear. You squeal, wrapping your legs around his waist and holding on tight as he carries you across the room and dumps you on blue cotton blankets. Breathing heavily, you watch under eyes saturated with desire as he promptly removes his own damp clothes.

You were just as taken aback by his body as he was with yours. Brown curls adorned his chest and stomach and gathered in a carnal wreath around his manhood. Touching him was like running your hands over a textured map: his scars, old and new, like rivers and valleys, while his muscles, firm and hot, were mountains and volcanoes. You could spend eternity exploring that map. Arthur would never get used to you ogling him in such a way, but now your hungry eyes lured him to you.

He climbed on top of you, pinning you under his weight. Usually, he'd ask if you were okay, but you answered the question before he'd even asked by tangling your legs around his waist and crossing your ankles to bring him closer.

His hard-on brushed against your leg, making him shudder. You helped him remove the last garment of clothes between the two of you, lifting your hips to help him pull the bloomers down your legs and off your feet.

Arthur normally took his time meticulously exploring you, leaving kisses in his wake, but damn it, the thought of the sweet grip of your pussy had been on his mind for days, and he needed it now.

His forehead leaned against yours, and he clutched your jaw, holding your face still to gawk at it. If someone saw him this way, they'd think he'd just completed a full sprint, every exhale coming out in a loud pant. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, turning him animalistic. He couldn't wait any longer.

The gunslinger dipped his head to look between you, a guttural utterance escaping him as you spread your legs, exposing your needy cunt. He held his cock, nearly discolored from being so hard, and rubbed it up and down your center, coating himself in your juices.

"Need you, woman," he bellows. The bass in his voice sends goosebumps spreading down your arms, and you nod, mouth agape, eyes staring into his. His jaw also hinges as he watches himself disappear inside you. Once wholly sheathed, he moans long and loud, a stark contrast to his regular subduedness.

You'd never seen him like this, so desperate and uninhibited. Your body responds to the unexpected but welcomed change, your pussy clenching around him, making both of you jolt. Holding himself up on his forearms, he rocks his hips into you at a steady pace, leaning down to kiss your neck.

Shy and coy Arthur had left the building, replaced by wolfish Arthur, willing to howl and snarl for what he wanted. And in the moment, he wanted to brand you with his mouth. Bruising you was defacing a masterpiece, but it was a crime he was happy to commit. He was an outlaw, after all. He nipped at your neck with his teeth, leaving a mark before moving on to another spot to do the same.

You cried out, the first orgasm of the night building within you. He knew your body well and adjusted to give you what you needed, straightening his back, digging his thumbs into your ribs, and pistoning in and out, his hand going to rub your clit. Head tipped back, he moaned, no, roared, with every thrust.

You knew this was rare: Arthur Morgan losing complete control of himself. He was lost in you, lost in your wetness, lost in your tightness, and lost in those sounds. His head snapped down, and he stared right through you, eyes wild.

"Let me hear you," he demanded, slowing his strokes to get your attention. Head spinning, you gasped, too cock drunk to pay attention to what he was saying.

Grumbling, he pulled out of you to switch positions, now standing on the side of the bed. He guided you back to him, aligning your backside with his crotch. He hugged you to his chest, your back pressed into him. Your hands instantly went to his forearm, holding onto him as he practically held you in the air.

"I said let me hear you," he growled in your ear, accenting each word of his demand with an electrifying pulse of his hips. You arched your back into him, his name coming off your lips like thunder.

"That's it, darlin’."

Perverse sounds of wet skin slapping together and boisterous cries filled the cabin.

You were starting to see stars, your vision blurring as you focused on the pressure building in your insides, wanting so desperately for it to boil over. Your toes dug into the buckskin rug at your feet, trying to keep the rest of your body upright.

Arthur was a machine, pounding into you with the goal of bringing both of you to the edge. He didn't relent—didn't show any mercy for the mess you'd become under him. It was overstimulating in the best way possible.

You just needed a second, just one, to get your barrings. Attempting to scoot forward for that break was futile. Arthur moved with you, his length plunging deeper than ever.

"C'mere," he growled as his cock grazed against that sweet spot in the depths of your core, making you holler out and lose the little balance you had left. It didn't matter, though; he held you taught against him, pinning your body between him and the bed. Keeping one arm wrapped around you, the other touched you right where you craved.

"Now," he groaned into your ear, fingers circling your clit antagonizingly slow. A chuckle exited him as you melted to his touch. "Want you to come undone right here. Can you do that for me?"

Droplets of sweat fell from his head onto your back, and you moaned out, "Y-yes, Arthur."

You didn't take long then; a wave of warmth crashed over you as your velvet walls contracted around him, making the man curse into the now-hot cabin air. His hips kept their steady rhythm as you came, Arthur chasing his own climax now.

"Good girl, good girl, good girl," He moaned with every thrust as you clenched around him. He folded himself in half, once again putting his full weight on you, his heart pounding against your back like a drum. More erratic now, his rhythm lost its steady cadence as his balls tightened, his orgasm coursing through his veins.

He pulled out of you, one hand still gripping your side as the other one pumped furiously at his cock. Moaning, whimpering, and whining, Arthur threw his head back as hot spurts of his lust splattered across your back.

Hand falling from your hip, his breath slowed as clarity flowed back into his eyes. Using his discarded bandana, he wiped his sins away from your back before gently rolling you over. He scratched the back of his neck, a sly grin making home on his face as he watched you splayed out and spent. Arthur had gotten everything he'd ever wanted: a bed, four walls, and you.

[fangswbenefits]

Another Chance

𓂅 𓄹 Summary: You go into labour and all you know is that you need Miguel more than ever.

𓂅 𓄹 Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x spider-woman!reader

Mentions of childbirth. Dad Miguel. Comfort. Fluff. Happy father’s day to the best of the best!

“I'M GONNA KILL MIGUEL O’HARA!”

Usually, that sort of threat would send everyone that was standing around you into an uproar. But given the extremely specific set of circumstances, they merely exchanged understanding glances, returning their attention to the task at hand.

“Jess… I’m going to kill him.”

The pain of the contractions felt too unbearable and gritting out empty threats was the only relief you could find right now.

“You have my blessing,” she nodded, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "But for now, we need to deliver the baby."

It was too early. This wasn't supposed to happen right now... not like this.

A spider-nurse approached you with a fetal heart monitor to strap around your belly. Your already accelarated heart nearly imploded at the sight, fearing what the machine might reveal.

"Jess... I can't do this..." your voice broke.

Where is he...

Where is Miguel?

Your friend glared at you with kind eyes, swipping a piece of cloth along your sweat-drenched forehead. "You can and you will."

As another contraction tore through your body, you barely managed to grab the railings of your bed with a huff of pain. The spider-nurse was done setting the monitor and was now probing your arm for a vein.

"Where is Miguel?" you managed through laboured pants. "Lyla... where is he?"

The AI's hologram appeared from the watch on your wrist, that Jess promptly removed. You gave her a confused look, but it was probably for the better.

"He should be here soon. The anomaly is—" Lyla was cut off immediately by Jess.

The heart monitor was switched on and the room went suddenly eerily too quiet, save for your gasps.

Tense seconds rolled by that felt like excrutiating hours, until the sound of a thudding heart was heard.

"Slightly accelerated heartrate going at 191 beats per minute," spider-doctor informed. "The baby might be in distress."

Panic took over. "Do something! Miguel!"

The team attending you were working relentlessly, but no consolation came. The pain was borderline unbearable and your fear for your child's life.

... and Miguel was not here.

"You need to push," one spider-nurse said.

"Push," Jess urged. "You're doing great," she added with a warm smile.

She kept trying her best to soothe and guide you through the untimely turmoil, but it wasn't until your eyes caught a flash of two sets of claws tearing through the barrier of time and space in the middle of the room that you allowed yourself to slump back into your bed.

A cry of relief broke from deep within you as a fully suited Miguel O'hara emerged through the portal, sprinting to your side. The mask vanished instantly as he framed your face with both hands.

"I'm here."

You started sobbing uncontrollably when he planted a kiss to your forehead.

"Boss, she's fully dilated," spider-doctor spoke. "We really need her to push now."

"Miguel... this wasn't..." you stammered, gritting your teeth as the crescendo of another contraction began. "Where... I—”

He hushed you and anchored you through the pain. "You have to push, okay?"

Compared to a few minutes ago, Miguel's presence was nothing short of absolute comfort. But it wasn't enough the push away the fear that had overtaken you.

Jess was still by your side, whispering encouraging words as the staff worked in between your spread legs. Your vision blurred momentarily and you felt the sudden and overwhelming urge to push.

"This is all your... fault," you seethed at Miguel.

"On that much we can agree," he said softly, his thumbs brushing away the tears that mixed with sweat down your cheeks. "Push."

Blaming him was just a quick way to ease some of the frustration. He wasn't to blame. You had both wanted this.

"I can see the head!" you heard someone announce.

Miguel offered his hand for you to grip as you pushed. "I'll break it," you warned.

"You won't."

"He deserves it," Jess said teasingly.

But Miguel was right. As strong as you were — and the strength that women in labour were capable of mustering — you wouldn't even cause a dent in him. He was strong enough for the both of you.

"What´s taking so long?" his faint voice filled your ears.

"Almost there."

Suddenly, he had cradled your face in his large hands once more, forcing your eyes to fix on his. "You can do this. I'm so proud of you," he said, pecking the tip of your nose.

The air in your lungs was suddenly forced out with a finally throat-ripping grunt.

"It's here!"

You collapsed, feeling Miguel's arm promptly offering support on your back. A screeching sound of distress reverberated through the walls.

"It's a girl," one spider-nurse informed.

Even through your hazy eyes you were able to see Miguel's face, eyes transfixed on the little squirming baby that was being placed on your chest.

She was crying her heart out as someone who has been ripped from all the comfort and security a place could offer.

But now she had you and Miguel.

"She takes after you," you teased with a faint smile. "Already being so dramatic."

He chuckled, eyes permanently glued to the wailing baby. "I'm not dramatic. Just intense."

"Yes. Intensely dramatic.”

Miguel fell silent as he stroked a finger along the back of one soft tiny hand, miniscule fingers wrapping around it reflexively. The cries stopped abruptly.

His face softened and you wondered if he was about to tear up. He had longed for this for such a long time.

"Miguel?" Jessica said, covering your child with a towel.

He seemed too lost in his own thoughts, glaring at his daughter in a way that overwhelmed you. Like it was meant to be.

"I'll be going now," she said, offering you both a warm smile before leaving.

Suddenly, you realised Miguel was inspecting each limb with utmost attention. "What are you doing?"

He cleared his throat, placing a tiny hand on the palm of his. "Oh... uh... just counting how many fingers and toes she has."

"All five?" you offered with a chuckle.

"All five."

"No talons?"

He glared at you as if taken aback, then smiled. "Maybe one day."

"Do you think she'll have your fangs?"

"Oh, I hope not," he said, slowly checking the baby's bare gums. "That would be painful."

You then allowed yourself to take in the sight of your now relaxed daughter that lay on top of you. The wispy beginnings of hair that covered the top of her head were dark. Babies don't tend to resemble either parent when they're born - or so Miguel had once told you - and you couldn't wait to find out.

"What if... she doesn't like me?" he whispered, caressing a puffy cheek.

You almost chuckled, but he was dead serious. "She'll love you."

He leaned to place a kiss to your temple. "Thank you."

"For what?" you asked, feeling your heart bursting with absolute adoration for him.

"For giving me another chance at being a father."

Masterlist

[bits-and-babs]

Joel Miller fucking you with his hand over your mouth because Ellie or someone else is in the sleeping bag next to you 🥵

05. voyeurism || joel miller masterlist || main masterlist

Joel slides inside of you so easily that it makes your mind whirl. His promise to fuck you nice and slow when you got to the safe house was being fulfilled, his thick cock stretching you out. He’s rock hard, pulsing and forcing your legs as wide as the sleeping bag will allow but fuck it’s so much!

He hushes you, forcing your mind to suddenly realise you’re whimpering out his name. A chorus of Joel, Joel, Jo-. His palm settles heavily over your mouth, the metallic scent of blood and earthy soil floods your senses, and you feel your pulse around his cock.

Ellie sleeps soundly in her sleeping bag only meters away, and Joel smothers your whines in an attempt to prevent you from waking her. Again.

“Sh-sh-sh,” he shushes, rocking his hips up into you slowly. The fabric of the sleeping bag rustles, and Joel has to be careful not to make too much noise with each rock into you. The print of his index finger, calloused after years of pulling triggers, circles your neglected clit in diligent circles. “Tha’s it, Darlin’. Can feel it comin’ already, can’t you?”

Fuck, you can. You can feel it building inside of you, a slow, teasing crescendo. Wails die on your tongue behind his hand, your lips ao pressed by his palm and its firm hold. Joel twitches inside of you, and you momentarily consider if he likes this- smothering you like one of his torture victims.

The thought causes your cunt to flood and stutter around him, your eyes rolling back into your head as you feel it built and build and build-

“Feels good don’t it, Pumpkin? Give it to me good now, Darlin’.”

Unbearable. It squeezes you around Joel’s cock so tight that even your lungs seize up. Joel’s fingers continue to work you up and up, your orgasm peaking and yet building at the same time when he shifts your hips up and catches something bone shattering inside of you. God, you nearly scream.

The rapture blinds you, white spots peppering your vision as Joel moans through your bliss. A little ‘mhmm’ that is so gravelly you feel it grit against your skin like sand paper. The aftershocks of your orgasm spark through you, making your thighs twitch from their elevated angle over his hips.

“I need another one, baby. You can give me another, can’t you? Give me another. That’s it, oh, that’s it. Yes, yes- good girl.”

[arquitetais]

Às vezes, é preciso que haja acontecimentos ruins, antes dos bons.

Patch Cipriano.

[illusioninfnty]

heyyyyyy! can i get the filthiest joel smut you can manage where it's pre!outbreak and joel is trying to keep quiet

thank youuuu!

hey bestie it's short, but enjoy!

warnings: nsfw 18+, semi-public sex, choking/headlock, creampie

Hushed || Joel Miller

Joel’s favorite place to fuck you is in his hallway, pressed up against the wall as he ruts into you furiously.

His cock bullies its way into you, and you clench around him so nicely it’s hard for him to stay quiet. His grunts melt into your skin as he bites into the crevice between your neck and shoulder.

He can hear his brother clunking around in the kitchen, fumbling around as he waits for Joel. No chance in hell was he going to let Tommy see you like this, with such a cockdrunk look on your face as your tits bounce freely with every thrust.

Your moans fuel Joel on as he blindly grabs onto any exposed flesh his rough hands can meet. He didn’t want to waste a single second with you, already on borrowed time. His hips knock into yours as his cock continues to pound over and over into your swollen pussy. He can feel as you swallow him whole, your walls sucking him back in every time he pulls out. He hisses quietly at the sensation, relishing in the heat of your walls.

He slaps a hand over your mouth as you grow louder, babbling incoherently as he fucks into you relentlessly. Whispers in your ear that Tommy’s just around the corner, but that only makes your pussy throb even more. Filthy slut.

So he fucks you like the slut you behave as, one hand firmly tight around your mouth while the opposite arm snakes its way around your neck, keeping you in place. Your head is tilted up towards him, and he can see the way your eyes roll back as he contorts your body to his whims, tears building up in your ducts.

You claw onto his bicep uselessly as his muscles flex with his thrusts. He can feel the way your moans vibrate against his hold and it makes his cock throb even more. His thrusts reach a brutal pace as he shushes you, despite knowing he’d already fucked you stupid so you woudn’t comprehend.

And when he finally feels you reaching your peak, quicker than ever before, he can’t help the smirk that takes over his face. You squeeze his cock so nicely, that arm that tightens around your throat only seeming to fuel you on. Joel can feel your body tremble against his as you orgasm, creaming around his cock. The wet sounds of your arousal crescendo as he continues to rut into you ruthlessly, until his own peak arrives and he fucks his cum inside of you.

[inklore]

if it's one thing your girl is great at it's making a million different google docs full of lists full of resources, ideas, etc that will help future me when it comes to posting fics.

fic titles are literally one of the biggest lists i have and not even in a perfect world where i write ten fics a day would i ever be able to use all of these, and i don't like to see things go to waste, and i know there's people out there that struggle with titles as much as i do. so i hope this list comes in handy for someone!

i don't think i need to say this but just in case: no one owns fic titles, anyone can use these, a dozen people or one or none. these are literally just words and letters. no one owns them. sharing is caring, enjoy lovies!

★ — ONE WORD.

overboard 

runaway 

repercussions 

sledgehammer 

stargazing 

symmetry 

deathless 

honey 

retrograde 

stitches 

gravity 

helpline 

hollow 

suffer 

pushing 

warrant 

want 

wonder 

emotions 

nonchalant 

lavender 

daydream 

nosebleed 

jigsaw 

static 

float 

limbs 

hologram 

careless 

lush 

rotting 

phonograph 

hypnotic 

splinters 

magnetic 

wasted 

lithium 

dealer 

she

candles 

sabotage 

secrets

better

crescendo

deny

phenomenon

nights

guilty

move

criminal

blue

rise

thirsty

strangers

clockwork

closer

hectic

change

somebody

more

misery

like

sour

lowkey

peaches

she

nervous

sympathy

scars

disappear

melody

gemini

cruel

persona

supernatural

nectar

obsessed

casual

tryant

xo

dare

honestly

yummy

out

paradise

nuts

groin

heaven

lost

stardust

tangerine

monolith

lunch

pov

perfume

dealer

tough

arson

★ — TWO WORDS.

hush hush

night away

heart stop

stone heart

waiting for

black rose

sad kids

spine breaker

look here

autumn leaves

for you

spring day

love maze

bad decisions

take two

wild flower

blue side

rainy days

face off

slow dancing

polar night

like crazy

club heaven

deeper water

romantic devil

hold me

angel eyes

picture you

after midnight

twilight zone

drain me

sorry sorry

pretty please

how sweet

bubble gum

empty box

love therapy

play me

red velvet 

cherry bullet 

midnight guest 

cherry wish 

code words

ghost walk

bad intentions 

atlas hands 

broken crown 

crystallized words 

filthy pride 

fresh eyes 

heavy feet 

hungry ghosts 

imaginary paintings 

neon jungle 

perfect storm 

slow hands 

stop signs 

sad farewells 

untranslated stars 

after hours 

bad liar 

bonfire heart 

bruised lips 

cherry bomb 

damaged goods 

dead end 

fire away 

gunpowder hourglass 

lonely together 

lost language 

old moons 

one dance 

paper knees 

sleepy eyes 

stolen dance 

vice city 

artificial heart 

cry baby 

daylight fading 

dream awake 

empty bottle 

exit wounds 

ghost orchards 

moving stones 

paper walls 

oceans away 

playing fiction 

something wild 

wild thoughts 

everybody’s fool 

eyes closed 

storms incarnate 

writing tragedies 

stereo driver 

soul searching 

party’s over 

backseat driving 

fearful heart 

backwards directions 

nosebleed seats 

high hopes 

lovers rock

wet dream 

selfish soul 

washed away 

rose rogue 

midnight sun 

teenage fantasy 

wandering romance 

sure thing 

wildest dreams 

rock candy

losing momentum 

ruin you 

heart holiday 

sink her 

cut splinters 

hot mess 

frozen devotion 

little star 

blind faith 

favorite crime 

romantic homicide 

those eyes 

play pretend 

plot line 

pretty poison 

intimidate you 

pretty face 

strawberry kisses 

lovers rock 

worlds apart 

desperate/separate ways 

those eyes 

the blonde 

loving machine 

spill blood

someone’s someone

★ — THREE WORDS.

got my number

happy without me

not over you

crazy for you

back to you

flame of love

just one day

let me know

hold me tight

make it right

closer than this

love me again

still with you

out of love

never let go

love in space

ready to bleed 

bleed for love

between the bars 

can’t be still

cold morning mist 

in cold blood

matter of time 

piece by piece 

ship to wreck 

taut with love 

waste a moment 

can’t see straight 

down and out 

in a blackout 

just like fire 

notes on tenderness 

across the room

fire with fire 

going half-mad

loving to ruins 

rust to gold

send my love 

talking in code 

cradling a dream 

cut to black 

dear to me 

run me dry 

dancing with demons 

kiss and tell 

if you care 

the cry out 

steal this night 

just for now 

heart on fire 

hold my head 

nobody but you 

simple and plain

a familiar sound 

fool for you 

drown your memory 

falling into you 

just like heaven 

warm like beaches 

love that stings 

rotting in places 

moves on you 

save your tears 

a single tear 

light my cigarette 

long nights, daydreams 

boys like you 

love me forever 

hands on me 

like a phonograph 

taking over me 

dug so deep 

touch the ground 

heart shaped box 

where’s my love

tears of gold

lover of mine 

love me wrong

kiss or kill 

exes and why’s 

love is easy 

stupid in love 

easy to love

lost with you 

glimpse of us 

keep you safe 

death with dignity 

just like heaven 

heart of glass 

baby i’m yours 

pull my strings 

★ — FOUR+ WORDS.

love me a little

happy without me

you can't hold my heart

wishing on a star

give it to me

around the world in a day

waste it on me

this mess is yours

feeling like i do 

on a war path 

blood on the surface 

corner of the sky 

do the divine love 

drinking the corinthian sun 

everything is laced in (add word) 

lost in the moment 

in the nick of time 

mouth like a pomegranate 

the bones you’re made of 

when the mania speaks 

all desire & no thought 

blue in the face 

collapsing and relapsing 

middle of the night 

sail to the sun 

lay down your arms 

falling into the sky 

take me where your heart is 

she’s like the bad weather 

kill for your love 

the cigarette and the smoker 

the match and the fuse 

saint, i’m a sinner 

when the sky comes falling 

pretty little hand in mine 

even when the sun don’t shine

staring at the sun / sunset 

tangled up with you all night 

paper airplanes flying 

maybe i’m a fool 

tastes like rock candy 

blood in a lemon

(a) heart ready to die 

fate is losing its patience 

at least we feel alive 

death for your secrets 

someone’s gonna ruin you 

dancing in a crowded room 

smell you on my clothes 

always taste like you 

leave me wanting more 

hunger for (insert here) 

swim before you drown 

put your hands on me 

drink my (these) tears and cry 

i’d sleep all day just to dream of you 

so high we never stood a chance 

i’d break down anytime for you 

maybe i’m wrong, or maybe it’s true 

i only breathe so that i breathe with you

a worn out cassette 

lips on my cold neck 

talking in my sleep 

make me feel like someone else 

locked inside your heart 

hooked on her flesh 

it’s bloody and raw 

the angel of small death 

just a couple sinners 

smiles cover your heart 

charmer and the snake 

stuck on your thumb 

if i killed someone for you 

dancing with your ghost 

i miss you, i’m sorry 

woman of the hour 

shut up and look pretty 

queen of the night 

devil in a dress 

the thought of you 

to be your lover 

falling over you 

just like a movie 

love on the line 

[atzaurora]

Can I request an Ateez Yeosang where the reader is at the concert and after send off Yeosang notices a blood stain on her skirt and pull her to the side and take her to his hotel. As they get to his room her cramps are unbearable so he fingers her and then fucks her until she feels better?

[˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗] crimson nights

❥ 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓: Yeosang

➤ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: fem!fan!reader x idol!yeosang

➤ 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆: imagine (smut)

➤ 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑: strangers to ?, idol x fan

.ᐟ.ᐟ𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔.ᐟ.ᐟ: 18+/smut/suggestive content, MDNI!!!

➤ 𝒔���𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Who knew that her period during a concert would actually be something positive? As Yeosang takes her back to his hotel room due to the visible stain on her skirt, the atmosphere quickly shifts and leads to something far more exciting...

➤ 𝒘/𝒄: 3.0k

➤ 𝒂/𝒏: I have a few open requests and I'm trying to get them all done!! so in case you have requested something, it is being worked on <3 always feel free to leave requests, I love writing them ! enjoyyy

if you have any ideas or wishes let me know, requests are open

here's my [𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕]!

[𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕] here!

[about me] + [guidelines]!

In the throbbing heart of the stadium, the electric air buzzed with the excitement of thousands of fans, their energy almost tangible. The concert’s final notes resonated through the space, a sweet symphony of voices and instruments that seemed to hang in the atmosphere, lingering in every corner of the vast venue. As the lights dimmed, the cheers rose to a deafening crescendo, and the eight figures on stage took their final bows, sweat glistening on their faces like stardust under the glow of the stage lights. Amid the sea of waving lightsticks and reaching hands, you stood with your heart pounding, the thrill of the music still pulsing through your veins.

As the sea of fans began to disperse, you caught fleeting glimpses of ATEEZ as they made their way toward the exit, waving and smiling at the devoted crowd. Your eyes locked with Yeosang’s for a brief, electrifying moment, and his smile grew a notch wider as he heard your cheering from the mass of people. You called out to them, expressing your admiration and telling them how much you enjoyed the performance. Being so close to them felt surreal—like a dream—but the energy between you and Yeosang made it feel incredibly real.

When the send-off concluded, the crowd slowly began to dissipate, leaving behind only echoes of excitement and the harsh lights of reality. You lingered at the edge of the stadium, allowing the rush of people to fade before you followed. Organizing your belongings, you made sure everything was accounted for, taking your time before heading out. The stadium grew quieter as the majority of Atinys made their way home, leaving a hushed atmosphere in their wake. You were about to join them when you felt a soft touch on your shoulder.

Startled, you turned quickly, your heart skipping a beat as you faced the person before you. Your breath caught in your throat—it was Yeosang. Your bias, standing right in front of you, his hand resting gently on your shoulder. "Yeosang? What—" Words failed you as your mind raced to catch up with the situation. "Hey, I didn’t mean to scare you," he apologized, pulling his hand away with a soft, reassuring smile.

"Oh, no, it’s fine," you quickly reassured him, trying to steady your nerves.

His smile deepened, and he continued, "I just wanted to let you know that you have a blood stain on your skirt. I assume it’s... you know, that time of the month?" He chuckled softly, the sound like music to your ears.

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but you were grateful for his honesty. "Oh my God, thank you for telling me. Yeah, I’ve been on my period since yesterday," you admitted, quickly wrapping your hoodie around your waist to cover the stain.

Yeosang’s expression remained kind and understanding, and he didn’t shy away from the conversation. Ever the gentleman, he offered a solution that made your heart skip a beat. "I’m staying at a hotel nearby," he said. "If you’d like, I could take you there so you can freshen up a bit." His tone was casual, but the offer felt incredibly personal.

You nodded without hesitation, still not fully believing this was happening. "Yes, that would be great," you agreed, your voice laced with excitement and disbelief.

The car ride to the hotel was a blur of nerves and awkward laughter, the tension between you thick enough to cut with a knife. You sat there, acutely aware of the fabric of your skirt sticking to your skin, your mind racing with a whirlwind of thoughts. Yeosang, ever considerate, made sure to help you out of the car while keeping your skirt discreetly covered, shielding you from any potential embarrassment. He walked beside you, guiding you from the car, through the hotel’s entrance, and into the elevator that would take you to his room.

The hotel suite was a stunning contrast to the chaos of the stadium—vast, luxurious, and filled with a quiet elegance that put you at ease. As Yeosang led you inside, his eyes met yours with a silent question, his concern for you palpable. He gently guided you to the bathroom, his hand resting lightly on your back, offering comfort as you battled the sharp cramps that had been a constant, dull throb throughout the concert. You bit your lip, trying to mask the pain, but Yeosang noticed immediately, his gaze darkening with concern.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice filled with genuine care. You nodded, attempting to downplay the pain, but the tremor in your voice betrayed you.

Without another word, Yeosang scooped you into his arms, lifting you as if you weighed nothing. Your heart raced, both from the pain and the surreal nature of the situation. He carried you to the bed, laying you down with a tenderness that made your breath hitch. His hands smoothed over your stomach, warm and comforting, as he whispered, "You’re in pain."

You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes, the overwhelming combination of pain and his kindness making you emotional. Yeosang didn’t hesitate—he disappeared into the bathroom, returning moments later with a glass of water and painkillers. You took them gratefully, your eyes following his every move as he tended to you with a quiet efficiency that spoke volumes about his character.

As the medication began to take the edge off your cramps, the tension in the room shifted, growing thick with unspoken emotions. Yeosang sat beside you, his eyes dark and intense as he reached out, tracing the line of your jaw with his thumb, his touch feather-light yet electrifying. "I can help," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. You looked at him in surprise, but before you could respond, he leaned in, capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss.

The pain of your cramps momentarily faded into the background as he claimed you, his tongue dancing with yours in a passionate exchange that left you breathless. Yeosang pulled away just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes searching yours as he reached for the hem of your skirt. You lifted your hips in silent agreement, allowing him to slide the fabric down your legs, the material whispering against your skin.

He paused for a moment, his gaze darkening as he took in the sight of your underwear, stained with crimson. But instead of pulling away, his expression grew more heated, and you felt a thrill of desire coil low in your belly. He leaned in, his breath hot against your skin as he began to press soft kisses along your inner thigh, his hands sliding up to cup you with gentle reverence. "You’re so brave," he murmured, his voice a sweet balm to your nerves. "So strong."

His lips hovered just above the stain, and with a soft, sensual kiss, he pressed his mouth against the fabric, his tongue swirling around the cloth in a gesture that made you gasp, your hips jerking upwards involuntarily. Taking this as an invitation, Yeosang moved higher, trailing kisses along your thighs, slowly working his way toward your most sensitive areas. When he reached your clit, he circled it with his thumb, watching your face intently as you squirmed beneath his touch.

"Does this feel good?" he asked, his voice rich with desire.

You could only nod in response, your breaths coming in short, shallow pants as the pain in your abdomen receded, replaced by a different, more intoxicating ache. Yeosang’s fingers slipped beneath the fabric of your underwear, his touch cool against your heated flesh. He teased you, sliding his fingers in and out in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had you clutching at the bedsheets, your body arching into his touch.

"Yeosang," you moaned, your voice trembling with need. He responded by sucking on your neck, leaving a trail of dark, possessive marks that you knew would linger for days.

As your orgasm built, he added another finger, his touch becoming more demanding, rougher in a way that only heightened your pleasure. You could feel yourself tightening around him, the pressure in your belly growing, twisting into a knot of pure ecstasy. He kissed you again, hard and deep, his tongue mimicking the movements of his hand. With a cry that was a mixture of pleasure and pain, you shattered in his arms, your body convulsing as your orgasm tore through you.

The tension in your muscles finally broke, leaving you trembling and breathless as the room filled with the sound of your ragged breathing. Yeosang pulled back slightly, his fingers still buried inside you, his eyes watching you intently. "Is the pain still there?" he asked, his voice cutting through the haze of pleasure that clouded your mind.

You nodded slowly, your body still tingling from the aftershocks of your orgasm. "It’s a little better, but it still hurts," you admitted, your voice worn out from the intensity of the moment.

A smirk tugged at the corners of Yeosang’s lips as he curled his fingers inside you, making you groan with satisfaction. "Mhm, in that case, we might need another round," he teased, his voice low and sultry as he began to move his hand again.

Your abdomen, which had been tight with pain, began to loosen under his ministrations, the cramps giving way to a different kind of tension. Yeosang’s eyes remained locked on yours, watching the way your body responded to his touch, seeing how close you were to the edge once more.

"Come on, let it out, baby," he urged, his voice both commanding and encouraging. The intensity of his touch, the way his fingers expertly curled and pressed against your sweet spot, sent you spiraling toward another climax. The tension within you snapped like a tightly wound coil, and you came with a cry, your body convulsing around his hand as waves of pleasure washed over you.

Yeosang watched with a look of deep satisfaction as you fell apart under his touch, his own breathing heavy as he maintained his focus on you. "Better?," he asked, his voice a husky whisper as he slowly withdrew his fingers, leaving you feeling achingly empty.

You nodded, still trying to catch your breath, but the answer was clear in the way your body relaxed, the pain of your cramps nearly forgotten. He took this as his cue, stripping off his own clothes with deliberate precision, each movement revealing more of his toned, muscular body. He was a sight to behold, his skin glowing in the soft light of the room, every muscle defined and rippling as he moved.

As he positioned himself between your legs, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. The anticipation built, your body humming with a renewed sense of desire. When he finally slid into you, filling you completely, you gasped at the sensation, your body stretching to accommodate him. The fullness of him inside you was overwhelming, pushing all thoughts of pain far from your mind.

Yeosang set a rhythm that was both slow and deliberate, each thrust deep and measured as if he were savoring every moment, every sensation. The earlier urgency was replaced by a languid intensity that only heightened the connection between you. He kissed along your neck, his lips leaving a trail of heated marks on your skin, his teeth grazing your flesh just enough to send shivers down your spine.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper, eliciting a deep groan from him as his hips snapped forward, meeting yours with each thrust. His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he drove into you with a powerful rhythm that had you arching off the bed, your nails digging into his shoulders.

With every thrust, you felt yourself climbing higher, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter within you until it was all-consuming. His words, low and breathless, were a constant stream of praises and sweet nothings whispered in your ear, each one sending you further over the edge. You were lost in the sensation, the world around you narrowing down to the feel of his body moving against yours, the sound of his voice, and the intense pleasure that radiated through you.

As you neared your climax, the tension within you became almost unbearable, your body tightening around him as the pressure built. Yeosang, sensing how close you were, increased his pace, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he too approached his peak. "You’re so tight," he murmured, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "I’m going to come."

And with those words, he did, his body tensing as he released deep inside you, filling you with his warmth. The sensation triggered your own orgasm, and you cried out, your body shaking with the force of it as you clenched around him, milking him for every last drop. The two of you stayed locked together for a moment, breathing heavily as the intensity of the moment slowly ebbed away, leaving behind a deep sense of satisfaction.

Yeosang eventually pulled out, leaving you with a sense of loss, but before you could even begin to protest, he was moving between your legs again. This time, his mouth replaced his cock, and you cried out at the overwhelming sensation. Your body was still sensitive from the previous orgasms, and the feeling of his tongue teasing your swollen clit was almost too much to bear.

He licked and sucked with a focused intensity, his eyes never leaving yours, watching every reaction, every tremor that passed through you. Your body bucked against his mouth, your nails digging into the sheets as you tried to hold on to the last threads of your sanity. "Yeosang, oh my God," you breathed, your voice hoarse from crying out his name.

He chuckled against your clit, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through you that made your toes curl. His hand gripped your thigh, holding you firmly in place as he continued his assault on your senses. The pleasure was overwhelming, almost painful in its intensity, and before you knew it, you were coming again, this time even harder than before. Your body convulsed under him, your cries filling the room as you were pushed over the edge once more.

Yeosang didn’t stop until you were completely spent, your body trembling and sensitive, every nerve ending alive with the aftershocks of your release. When he finally slid back up your body, he kissed you deeply, sharing the taste of yourself with you. The kiss was slow, sensual, and filled with a level of intimacy that made your heart flutter.

You could feel his hardness pressing against your thigh, and instinctively, your hand reached down to stroke him, wanting to give him the same pleasure he had given you. But he stopped you, placing his hand over yours with a gentle but firm pressure. "Let me," he murmured, his voice filled with a quiet intensity.

You nodded, your eyes locked on his as he positioned himself at your entrance once more. This time, when he entered you, it was slower, more deliberate, as if he wanted to savor every second, every sensation. He stared into your eyes as he filled you, his gaze unwavering, and you could see the depth of his desire mirrored in his dark eyes.

The rhythm he set was slow and deep, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through your already sensitive body. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, needing to feel him, to connect with him on every possible level. He kissed you, his lips moving against yours with a tenderness that contrasted with the intensity of his thrusts.

The world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you in a cocoon of warmth and pleasure. The slow, deliberate pace allowed you to feel every inch of him, every movement, and it wasn’t long before you felt another orgasm building, this one slow and powerful, coiling tighter and tighter in your belly.

Yeosang’s breathing grew more labored, his thrusts becoming more forceful as he neared his release. "You’re so tight," he murmured, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "I’m close."

His words pushed you over the edge, and with a final, deep thrust, he sent you spiraling into another orgasm, your body clenching around him, milking his cock as he came with a low, guttural groan. His seed spilled inside you, filling you with a warmth that spread through your entire body, leaving you both utterly spent.

Yeosang collapsed onto the bed beside you, pulling you into his arms, his breath hot against your skin. "You’re amazing," he whispered, his voice soft and filled with genuine admiration. You felt your cheeks heat up, a blush creeping up your neck at his words.

"Thank you," you murmured back, your voice shaky but filled with contentment. He kissed the top of your head, his hand stroking your hair gently as you both lay there, basking in the afterglow of your passionate encounter.

After a moment, Yeosang shifted, his hand trailing down your back as he suggested, "Let’s get you cleaned up." He helped you to the bathroom, his touch always gentle, always considerate.

The warm water of the shower washed away the evidence of your time together, but the memories remained vivid in your mind. As he held you under the spray, his hands moving tenderly over your body, you felt a connection with him that went beyond the physical. This wasn’t just a fantasy come to life—it was something deeper, something real.

You stepped out of the shower, feeling more alive than you had in months. Yeosang handed you a towel, his eyes lingering on your naked body. You dressed in the clean clothes he'd laid out for you, feeling like Cinderella after the ball. But this wasn't a fairy tale; it was real. And as he walked you to the door, the promise in his eyes was all too clear. This wouldn't be the last time you'd be in his room, feeling his touch, hearing his praises.

[lumitie]

Ordem de leitura da série Hush Hush

Recentemente resolvi reler os três primeiros volumes (depois de cerca de um ano) para então seguir, finalmente, para o quarto volume com tudo fresco na memória. Esta é uma quadrilogia que, quando foi lançada eu não li, sequer tive muito conhecimento dela, então resolvi “reviver” o hype agora, dez anos depois, hehe.Então sem mais delongas, bora para a ordem de leitura da série Hush Hush da autora…

[ninibeingdelulu]

His biggest fan ✧

Plot: You’re Michael’s girlfriend, cheering him at one of his games.

A/N: It’s so bad I hate it😓

The roar of thunderous cheers flooded the stadium as Michael unleashed another stupefying display of lethal precision and brute physicality that defied mortal comprehension.

You watched with breathless awe seated front row as that signature blue mohawk wove a hypnotic cyclone of calculated ferocity carving apart the helpless defense trailing hopelessly in his wake.

Each savage yet eerily choreographed burst from Michael's heavyweight strides reverberated across the pitch warping the boundaries of space and time itself directly proportional to his gravitational soccer supremacy.

Until the entire cosmos distilled into that infinite singularity split-second with just your striker boyfriend, the ball and the yawning maw of the goal awaiting its inevitable oblation.

You bit down hard stifling the visceral shudder trying to escape as Michael's rocket-powered thunderbolt smashed past the defenseless keeper and ignited the back of the net in a blaze of cosmic glory.

Celebrating with that bone-chilling sovereign roar staking his unchallengeable dominion once more before this mortal realm of sporting conquest still so far beneath his transcendent plane of greatness.

Even after the final whistle sounded you remained spellbound observing Michael bask in those rapturous post-coital moments savoring his ineffable feat.

Utterly transfixed upon the hyper-masculine sculpture of your man still slicked with the spoils of carnal supremacy while casting that chiseled nordic profile against the floodlit heavens he reigned sovereign over.

Until his peripheral laser focus abruptly snapped in your direction lancing directly through your aura with a telepathic tractor beam manifesting into actual physics-warping forces.

Almost like each molecule surrounding Michael compressed and bent inward before being shunted aside clearing his path towards you with terrifying inevitability.

You barely had a chance to brace yourself as the unstoppable tsunami slammed into your front row section without mercy or resistance.

The concussive shockwave blasting through your senses while those titanium bulwarks materialized around you scooping your diminutive frame against Michael's furnace-stoked musculature with crushing intensity.

"My sweet empress…I could only hear your voice back there. It motivated me, thank you.”

His rough-hewn bassline resonated against every nerve ending vibrating at some untapped primordial stratum while you strained to surface through the endless whitenoise overloading your synapses.

Only Michael's low gravitic pulses penetrating the oblivion flooding your faculties from that unholy cosmic union now peeling away every layer keeping you distinct individualities during submersion into this event horizon state of indistinguishable polarities collapsed together.

Until finally resurfacing from that singularity after an eternity compressed into nanoseconds - though still deliriously consumed by the aftershocks rippling across your intertwined vessels smoldering in the embers of rapturous conflagration yet still ravenous for more extreme escalations eternally rebirthing from the expended remains!

Only the roaring crescendos from those frenzied supporters still filling the stadium slowly penetrated the vacuous void reverberating between you both savoring that suspended infinitesimal post-orgasmic bliss together.

You felt Michael's stern facade gradually reassemble while withdrawing from your interiors just fractionally enough to restore individuation-yet sense his alpha dominion expanding throughout your reconstituted synaptic matrices cementing his reign over your fused polarities once more.

Then with a subtle shift his smokey granite stare cleaved directly through the veil drawing your reawakened senses under that spellbinding trance spellbinding instantly.

A hushed imperious rasp now caressing your essence from that primal domain where all worldly laws bent to his sovereign decrees:

"Why don’t I reward you tonight, huh, meine liebe ?”

Just experiencing the infinitesimal microcosm of his supreme essence bleeding into your rematerialized corporeal vessel already whiplashed your senses through multiple clinical deaths and resurrections beyond this plane's dimensional limits.

His seismic vibrational frequencies triggered endorphin avalanches detonating every neurotransmitter into frenzied paroxysms anticipating the ineffable escalations still awaiting together...