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trulybetty · 1 year ago

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oct' 27 x witches

Prompt: witches Pairing: sequins!joel miller x f!reader (no outbreak au) Word Count: 2,091 Warnings: 18+, fingering, P in V, this is an established relationship so assume conversations about protection are well spoken about between the two, wrap it up folks. remember, unbeta'd here and barely read through - mistakes are my own. Summary: this one took a life of it's own! thank you @rhoorl for inspiring joel's costume! joel is a menace at tommy's annual halloween party

A/N: Sequins!Joel Reader has a nickname, which may or may not get explained at some point in the future!

x. masterlist

The warmth and clamour of Tommy and Maria’s Halloween party enveloped you as soon as you had stepped through the front door almost an hour ago. The house was adorned with meticulously crafted spider webs, glowing jack-o-lanterns and various other decorations that rivalled some of the Pinterest boards you’d curated. The couple had really gone all out for their first Halloween party hosted at their new home.

You sighed, reaching for your phone, fingers scrolling swiftly through one of the group chats you were in, trying to catch up on the flurry of messages you'd missed in the past hour of your friend's all updating each other on the Halloween festivities they were taking a part in. You weren’t at a loss for people to catch up with, but it was mostly Tommy and Maria’s crowd. However the party there was in full swing as you took in the room around you. Across the way in the kitchen was a werewolf chatting up a vampire by the punch bowl, and a cheerleader was dancing with Cleopatra to the rhythm of the playlist Tommy had specially curated for the night in the middle of the living room.

However what was missing was one Joel Miller.

Just as you were about to send him a text, you felt a presence in front of you. When you looked up, there he stood in all his glory: not more than two steps away, dressed as a baseball player. His shirt's buttons carelessly undone, revealing a deep tan that spoke of a summer spent working under the sun. The glint of the thin chain he wore peeked out from beneath his shirt. His baseball cap sat backward on his head, a strand of hair falling over his forehead. But what caught your attention most was that sly, cocky grin that's unmistakably Joel’s, a look that promised mischief.

It made you want to both roll your eyes and pull him closer.

“Well, look at you, slugger,” you quipped, putting your phone away and offering him a sultry smirk. The corners of his lips twitched, a hint of the laugh he was trying to suppress.

“I’ll take it that you like it then, Cat.” The way he always says your nickname, with that sly smile playing on his lips, always sends a flurry of butterflies straight to your stomach.

“So what inspired this look then cowboy?”

He chuckled, leaning in with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Thought I'd finally indulge you for one night only, since you won't stop going on about it,” he said, referencing his time on his high school's baseball team as a teenager alongside Tommy and their cousins.

“I've been trying to get my hands on those pictures for ages,” you said with a playful pout. “Even tried to bribe your cousin.”

He smirked, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Some things are better left to the imagination sweetheart. Though, now that you've seen me in my full baseball glory, maybe I can show you a picture or two.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Is that a promise?”

“It might just be,” he replied with that familiar twinkle in his eyes.

The evening had progressed and you’d headed to the kitchen looking for a drink before you would go looking for Joel.

Though he managed to find you first.

His voice, husky from the evening's festivities, he murmured into your ear, “You need a broomstick to ride out on tonight?”

You nearly choked on your hard seltzer, “Excuse me?” you asked, blinking up at him.

Joel chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest as he tapped the witches hat that sat atop of your head, “It'd be rude not to offer a beautiful woman a means to get home. What kind of gentleman would I be?”

“You already wanting to head out?” you asked, taking another sip of your drink.

“Darlin',” he wrapped his arms around you from behind, leaning over to whisper in your ear, “I wanted to leave the moment I saw you in those fishnets.”

You laughed, leaning back to allow him access to pepper your neck with kisses, “If you want we can say our goodbyes and get out of here.”

“I have a better idea,” he grabbed your hand, “come on.”

He led you across the living room, under the caution tape Maria had set up in front of the stairs to warn people off from making their way upstairs.

“Joel,” you hissed, long cotton on to his plan, “Tommy and Maria are going to kill us.”

Joel gave you a disbelieving look, “I know for a fact that Tommy and Maria have christened our house, only fair we return the favour here,” he finished with a smirk as he opened another door, happy to find it was not only empty but was indeed the spare bedroom.

Pulling you in and closing the door he had you pressed against the back of the door in no time. One hand cradling your neck while his other hand greedily ran up and down the expanse of your thigh marvelling the feel of the fishnet under his fingers.

You let out a small gasp as his hand moved higher, the sensation sending shivers down your spine. His lips found their way to yours, the kiss deepening as his tongue darted out to taste you. You moaned into his mouth, your hands grabbing at his shirt and pulling him closer. Joel’s hand moved to the hem of your dress, his fingers playing with the fabric before sliding under it and up your inner thigh. You arched your back, pressing your body against his in an attempt to hold yourself as close as possible to him as he continued to explore your mouth.

Your mind was a blur of thoughts and emotions. You felt like you were on fire, your body’s want for him overcoming any rational thought. When his fingers found their way to the apex of your thighs you felt two strong tugs, pulling you repeatedly against his chest, his mouth still on yours, before you heard the rip of your tights.

You felt the wide grin against your lips before his fingers made short work of tugging your panties to the side.

“That's better,” he remarked as his lips crashed back to yours as his fingers slid into you at the same time and you had to catch your breath at the sensation.

As his palm pressed against you, pushing his fingers to that one spot, the one that always made you bite your lip and throw your head back, the one he knew how to hit just so with his finger tips. You couldn't help but rock your hips encouraging him deeper to hit that spot just a little hard, make you catch your breath a little bit more.

You felt your toes tingling with the pleasure building up inside of you. The sounds of glass breaking and people yelling downstairs was but a distant thought as you felt yourself coming undone, your back arching further as you tilted your head to the ceiling.

As you reached your climax, you let out a soft moan that found an echo in his mouth; he was so desperate for your lips that he couldn't wait any longer.

Still in the haze of your release your fingers found the buttons of his shirt and made short work of unbuttoning them and exposing the bare expanse of his chest underneath. You marvelled at his broad shoulders as you pulled his now open shirt down his arms and threw it to the floor at your feet.

Your fingers fumbled as you tried to undo his belt, prompting a hearty chuckle from him that made your stomach flip. “Need some help there darlin'?”

He did not wait for a reply before undoing the clasp on his belt, never taking his eyes off of yours. It was almost impossible to believe that removing a belt could be so arousing, and you had to bite down hard on your lip when he finally got the belt off in one smooth motion.

“All yours darlin'.”

Your fingers reached out, the sound of the zipper permeating through the room as you methodically unzipped his pants. You could feel the warmth emanating from his body and the dusty scent of sawdust mixed with cardamom and peppermint that was quintessentially Joel. You couldn't help but let out a low whistle as your fingertips came in touch with the soft cluster of hairs at his length.

He arched one eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. He was obviously pleased with himself for the effect he had on you. Getting the reaction from you that he had hoped for when he had made his choice before coming to the party.

Grabbing your hands he walked you both to the bed. The backs of his legs hit the bed, and he sat at its edge, taking his time slipping your heels off of your feet. When done his hands ran up the expanse of your legs and slowly pulled down your ripped tights and panties. Then in one swift move he was on his back with you straddling his hips.

The buzz of alcohol in your veins, the taste of him on your lips and with his eyes on yours you couldn't help but count yourself so lucky to have found a man like Joel. A man who had surprised you coming out of left field when you weren't even looking and who continued to surprise you on a daily basis.

A man who loved you and didn't care about building and maintaining a facade to win your affections. A man who loved you and could make you laugh, and who could make you smile when you thought that your world was falling apart. Someone who was always there for you without any expectations.

Lowering yourself onto him, you felt his hands on your hips as you braced yourself with your hands on his chest. His skin felt warm, and the heat from his body sent electricity through yours, sending shivers down your spine.

You could feel him beneath you, pulsing and throbbing as he gasped at the sensation of you enveloping him. He paused for a few seconds before beginning the slow rocking of his hips that made your head drop back as you picked up his pace, rolling your hips against his.

“Shit Joel…” you whispered as your breath became ragged.

“I know,” he muttered, the grin evident in his voice.

You felt him underneath you, his muscles tensing with each thrust as you both tried to find a rhythm that you both could enjoy.

“Fuck Cat…” he groaned as he tried to pick up the pace, but was growing frustrated at not being able to hit home just the way he wanted.

The bed creaked with your every thrust. You could hear your own laboured breathing. The sound of his breathing was coming out in short gasps.

Another groan of frustration and holding tight to your hips he rolled you both over so now that he stood between your legs and continuing his thrusts he found the pace he had been trying to chase enjoying the new depths he was able to achieve at his new angle.

“Oh God, Yes…” you panted, whimpering as your fingers clawed at his back, urging him on. “I'm coming... I'm coming…” you whispered to him, feeling the wave of pleasure wash over you as you tumbled over the edge.

His rhythm faltered for a second, distracted by the gorgeous sounds that came from you in your release, but picking up the pace he quickly followed you over the edge as he came with a deep groan that only made you smile while your aftershocks kept running through your body.

Allowing his head to fall to your shoulder, he took in deep breaths to calm his racing heart. “Damn Ca–”

Before he could finish there was a banging of a fist at the door followed by Tommy's voice, “Dammit Joel, I know you're in there and you better not be doing what I think you're doing!”

You buried your face into the crook of his neck, now only noticing the red streaks of lipstick that marked his neck, jaw and lips.

“Well this is all sorts of awkward…” you muttered.

“Nah, I've done worse to him,” he said, offering you a wink, “we've done worse.” He laughed as he helped you up off the bed.

#october x 500 #autumnal offerings #joel miller fanfic #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #sequins!joel x reader

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dreamingofep · 2 years ago

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Strangers in the Crowd

(Elvis/Austin!Elvis × reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Request: No, just another one of my delusional fantasies.

Prompt: You and your best friend are on are annual girls trip and go to see Elvis at the International. Little did you know this would be a show you’ll never forget. [Fem!Reader ]

TW: Smuttt, cussing, fingering (f. receiving) teasing/tension, virgin reader, unprotected p in v, oral.

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact)

Word Count: 8.1k

A/N: Hi lovlies. Hope you enjoy this new fic! I LOVE 70s Elvis in Vegas and couldn’t help but wonder if he would have a little fling with someone in his audience. Im incapable of writing a short fic I guess so sorry that it’s so long hahaha. Feel free to message me or comment what you think! Thanks for all the love. Sorry for any spelling mistakes or goofs.

The Vegas lights blinded you with all their glittery and colorful beauty. You had never been here before and this small little city in the desert excited you. You and your best friend were on your annual girls trip and this year you decided to go all out and do a three-day trip here. You and Cicily were also celebrating your 25th birthday together as it was only 3 days apart from one another. You both had never left Austin and were so excited to make a road trip to Vegas.

You both were fresh out of breakups and were ready to have some fun. Your ex was a selfish asshole and only wanted to use you for your body. You never let him get that far and couldn’t stand how he would treat you regardless. It only lasted a month but you knew a girls trip was in order a forget all about any college boy problems.

On the first day there, you both hit the shops and bought some new outfits and a really special one to go and see Elvis Presley at the International Hotel tonight. You both were so excited to see him live. You had heard all the rave reviews of his latest Vegas engagement and Cicily had a cousin who worked for the hotel who could get you two some tickets to the midnight show. They were booths in the middle of the showroom so you thought it would be a pretty good seat to see everything.

You both wait in line to get into the theater and the excited hum of the room made you so anxious in the best of ways. You’ve never seen him live and tonight was the time.

You both get ushered to your booth and you order drinks for yourselves. Two cosmopolitans were your drinks of choice and the buzz in the air was electric. Everyone was rushing to their seats with hound dogs and pictures of Elvis in their hands. A lot of the girls were giddy with excitement and you couldn’t help but look the same. You glance over at Cicily and it looks like she’s on the brink of screaming.

The house lights go down and applause breaks out as the golden curtain starts to rise. The lights dance on the shimmering fabric and it is mesmerizing. The band starts to play and you get chills running down your arms. The bass is loud and heavy and feels like it's rattling in your chest.

Then you see it. This tall, ethereal-looking man steps from the wings of the stage and captures the audience in the palm of his hand. The most contagious-looking smile forms across his face and he shakes his head and looks down at the floor, then back up. You’re smiling like an idiot and screaming with the rest of the crowd. His tan skin gleamed underneath the white jumpsuit he had on with mesh chains connecting on each side of the low cut V. You look over at Cicily and she has tears in her eyes she’s so happy.

You have to pinch yourself… you’re in the same room as Elvis Presley.

The Elvis Presley.

The King of Rock and Roll.

The man that caused riots in the 50s and now fourteen years later, he’s back for more.

His long legs get him to the microphone quickly as one of his band members helps him put his guitar strap on around his neck. He still has an ear-to-ear grin on his face and pulls the microphone stand to him as he stretches out his right leg as the left is shaking in place.

“We’ll that’s all right mama…that’s all right with you…”

The sound of his voice filling the large showroom is causing everyone to thrill with excitement and clap along to the beat of the song. He is filled with nervous energy but it is only fueling him further.

You hug her tight as both of your eyes are glued to the stage.

She nudges you as he is talking to the audience, “Isn’t he something?! Oh my god, he’s just on fire up there!”

You nod your head as you look back at the stage. He starts stuttering and making fun of himself and folding over and laughing. And good lord his laugh is the most contagious thing you’ve ever heard. You feel a grin form across your face as you listen to him stutter and giggle at himself. He still has that boyish charm but the sexual charisma drips off of him like thick sweet honey.

And what you would give to have a taste…

Cicily bumps your shoulder and breaks you out of your daydream.

“Did you know that he walks through the crowd and kisses the girls? My cousin says he does It every show,” she says giddily. You can’t help but giggle and blush at the idea of his lips touching yours. Lord, it makes you weak just thinking about it.

“My first movie ladies and gentlemen was Love Me Tender, I’d like to sing it for you,” you hear his smooth baritone voice fill the speakers and turn your attention to the stage again. He starts the song off slowly, kissing a few girls that are by the stage. Then he goes down the steps of the stage and says hello to more people.

The crowd starts to gather around him as he tries to make his way through the showroom. He places soft kisses on the women coming up to him or anyone else he sees in his eye-line.

He starts getting closer to your booth and a huge surge of nerves fills your entire body.

Could there be a chance?

Would he see you?

Would he give you a kiss?

Screams fill the air as he gets closer to your booth and you feel your heart drop into your stomach. He was distractingly beautiful the closer he was to you. All you could do was stare at the way he commanded the room and how he took the time to look at everyone with a smile.

Suddenly, your eyes meet and you gasp at those electric blue eyes. They pierce into you and hold you there. You feel like time had slowed down for you two. In this brief moment, it was just you two and not the other thousands of people screaming his name fighting to get his attention. He gently pushes through the few people in front of him and stands right before you.

A small smirk forms on the corners of his mouth and he places his hand on your cheek. Blood rushes to them and you move in closer to him.

“Come here, lil’ mama,” he says and leans in to kiss you.

His lips meet yours and you move your hand to his face too. The softness of his lips feels perfect on yours and he pulls away and has a gorgeous smile on his face. Before turning away, he winks and moves into the crowd almost consuming him. Your whole body is in shock. There are no words that can form in your head other than, “holy shit.”

You place both of your hands over your mouth to cover your complete shock. Cicily tugs at your arm and is screaming over and over at you, “what just happened!? Oh my god was that real!?”

You are at a loss for words. Nothing could make this trip more perfect than what just happened. Elvis makes his way back onto the stage to finish the song. The crowd starts to sit back down and you are buzzing with excitement still. Never in a million years did you think this would happen.

“Am I dreaming!? Holy shit… that was amazing…” you trail off in a daze.

“Was it like you dreamed it?”

“Even better, god what I would give for another…” you stop yourself as Cicily grabs your hand with a sly look on her face.

“You don’t have enough balls to go get another…” she giggles.

You look back up to the stage and he’s taking a second to drink some water. Every angle of this man is perfect and the way that jumpsuit looks astonishing on him just makes your mouth water. The feeling of his plump lips replays over and over and over again in your head and you start to blush just thinking about having another kiss from him.

“You wanna put money on that?”

You get up from the booth and make your way to the front tables. You squeeze through the people’s chairs and get to the ledge of the stage. Elvis turns around and sets down his water on the table next to one of the guitar players as he sees you leaning your arms on the stage and looking up at him. You rest your chin on your arms and give him your most pleading eyes.

“Well now, what do we have here,” he chuckles into the microphone.

You smile a big smile at him and motion him to come closer to you with your finger.

He slowly moves closer, taking his sweet time, almost teasing you.

“You want another kiss so you can sit down, is that the idea?” he teases, his feet right near your arms.

You nod your head yes and can’t help but bite your lip. You feel this rush of boldness and reach out and touch his calf. He gets a grin from this gesture and kneels down on one knee for you.

“Well come here baby,” he coos into the microphone. The crowd goes crazy and you feel your heart racing out of your chest. You get on your tippy toes as you try to reach him. He pulls the microphone away from his mouth and places his hand on your face yet again. He gives you a sly grin and shakes his head.

“You naughty girl,” he whispers as he leans in for a kiss. Your cheeks flush red at the sound of his words but also how passionate the kiss felt. There was so much energy flowing through him and you loved the way his lips felt on you. You squeeze his calf slightly as he is about to break the kiss. You smile up at him and bite your lip. He shakes his head and goes in for another wet kiss and you can’t help a small airy moan escape your lips.

“Thank you,” you mouthed at him and let go of his leg. You shoot him an ear-to-ear smile and he gets off his knees and stands back up.

“Lord have mercy,” he chuckles back into the mic as the audience continues to egg him on. You feel your head spinning and the loudness of the room only gets worse. You take a deep breath and try to go back to your seat. Other girls were trying to get to the stage too but Elvis wasn’t paying any attention to them. He went back for another drink of water and the band start to play the next song.

You finally reach the booth and Cicily’s mouth is agape and her eyes are blown wide.

“Pay up,” you snicker and hold out your hand.

She continues to have that shocked expression on her face and you burst out into laughter.

“You’re insane! I didn’t think you’d actually do it!” You nod your head at her and look back at the stage.

“Well, when’s the next time that’s gonna happen?! The worst he could have said was no. I have nothing to lose we’re leaving in two days, might as well take some memories with us back home,” you say as you realize everything that has happened in these last 20 minutes. Shock and awe are all you can see and so happy that this has happened.

You turn your attention to him on stage and you could swear he’s looking at you, and only you. There are so many songs that he does that sound incredible. He brings a new life to them and there's so much passion in his voice. He’s up there doing what he loves to do and it shines through.

“Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, you’ve been a fantastic audience,” he says humbly as he goes to drink some water. “There’s a song I did in Blue Hawaii, and I’d like to sing it, especially for you,” the first notes of the song ring out on the piano and the heavy sound of the drums follow as he starts Can’t Help Falling in Love.

It’s one of your favorite songs he’s ever done and it always lifts your spirits. His voice rings out beautifully with the rest of his backup singers and you can feel the tears well up in your eyes.

This last hour and a half was surreal and one you’ll never forget. And to end with this song in particular, you know he’s singing it to you, the fans. His love for the fans was something that no other artist had. That’s what made him so special.

A taller man with brunette hair starts to make his way to your table and you look over at Tasha uncomfortably. He greets you both with a smile and you wait for what he’s doing at your table.

“Hi ladies, I’m Jerry. I work with Elvis,” he said trying to talk over the loudspeakers. “We were wondering if you both wanted to come to the after-party tonight for Elvis?”

You shoot Cicily a look and you swear she has stars in her eyes.

“Yes, we’d love to!” You both say at the same time. Jerry laughs at your excitement.

“Alright sounds good, follow me and I’ll escort you both up,”

Your heart raced with excitement and anticipation for what was going to happen next. A party with Elvis!? This has to be some sort of dream you swear.

You all exit the showroom and head through the lobby. Through the hall of elevators, you get in the last one on the right and Jerry holds the door open for your two and makes sure no one is following you. He inserts a key into the panel that gives access to the penthouse floors.

You get up to the top floors and turn the corner to the first doors where you see two big guys blocking the doors. They nod at Jerry and open the door for him. He lets you two in the doors first where there is a lot of people already in the suite with drinks in their hand. The view of the Vegas strip was in the distance, sparkling with all the luster of stars.

You both get yourself glasses of champagne and find an open sofa seat you both share. Your body fills with nerves getting to be so close to him again.

Suddenly a hush falls over the room and this intense amount of energy makes your arm hair stand up.

Above the crowd stands the tall man in his all-white jumpsuit. His hair was wet with sweat and his tan chest glistened.

You stand up, wanting to be seen in the crowd of people yet again. Everyone starts to congratulate him on a wonderful show. He shakes the hands of anyone who reaches out to him and smiles the most gorgeous-looking smile you had ever seen.

Suddenly, his eyes look up at yours as you are staying back from the rest of the group.

He starts walking over and turns to look over at Cicily. She and Jerry are in the midst of a conversation and watch as he leans in and places a kiss on her lips. You cover your face to hide any sounds that might come out of your mouth and quietly giggle.

No one is going to believe the trip you two are having…

By the time you glance back over at Elvis, he’s standing right in front of you, looming over your small frame as you stare deep into those eyes.

“Well, what a great surprise seeing you here. Did you come back for more?’ He teases as he brushes your hair behind your ear. You can’t help but blush at his words and want to play his little game.

“Oh I don’t know about all that, it seems you have enough girls in this suite to keep you busy for a few hours. I don’t think you’ll have time for me,” you say coyly. You normally never act so cocky and sure of yourself, but something about this man made you crazy being so close to him.

“The only one I see that I want to pay any attention to is right in front of me darlin'. What’s your name?”

“Y/n, nothing special.”

“Oh no, I like the sound of that. It suits you. Beautiful and sexy,” he teases.

Your breathing hitches and you have no idea what to say to him. Almost as reading you thought, he leans down and kisses you right on the lips. This time it's different. He’s not putting on an act. There’s no audience necessary that is egging him on to kiss you. He places his hand on the small of your back and slowly pushes you into his strong frame.

You sigh into him loving the feeling of your body touching his. You put your hands on his chest, feeling his soft chest hair on your fingertips.

“Do you need anything darlin’? I need to go take a shower and I’ll come back out to the party.”

“Some more kisses, but I’ll be fine for a little,” you blush and shoot him a sly grin up at him.

“Oh I was right, I do have a naughty girl,” he grins devilishly, “Go enjoy the party. I promise I’ll come find ya.” He winks and starts to walk off to the next room attached to this suite. Your heart flutters at the slightest thing he does. You’ll be lucky to make it back home alive in one piece by the time this night ends.

You look over at Cicily again and she’s still all eyes for Jerry and you smile to yourself.

You try to mingle in with the rest of the guests but your mind keeps wondering when Elvis is coming back out. You wanted to talk to him more, be next to him, and most importantly, you want him to kiss you more.

Minutes go by and you see Elvis through the crowd dressed in a blue button-up, making his electric eyes pop even more, and a pair of black slacks. This man dressed to the nines no matter the occasion and the confidence just dripped off of him. He made his rounds throughout the room making small talk to anyone who came up to him.

Your heart was racing the entire time watching him, just waiting for your turn next. You were sitting on the sofa next to the windows, taking in this breathtaking view when you felt that familiar chill run down your body. You turn to look up at Elvis looking at you. His eyes tracing every inch of your body, looking at you ravenously.

“You like what you see hmm?” You say sheepishly.

He kneels down on one knee in front of you, just as he did on the stage, and leans in to whisper.

“I think I found what was missing to make this a perfect view.”

You feel your cheeks begin to redden. “Oh? You think so?”

“I do honey. I’d love to take you right up against that window and make the whole town watch.”

Your heart stops at the sound of his words. You feel your wetness pool at the sound of his words and you cross your legs, your pussy starting to have this needy feeling.

“Why don’t we go into the other room so we can talk more privately,” he says.

You two sneak into the connecting room and he closes the door behind you two. It’s another large living room type of setup with a bar and a piano by the window. You get lost in the beauty of the interior and the gold accents everywhere. He gently grabs your hand and takes you out of the front door and into the room across the hall. When he opens the door, the scent of him fills your nose and makes your mouth water. You hadn’t been around him very long, but the way you love the way he smells is so comforting but also so intoxicating.

There’s a large king-sized bed that consumed the middle of the room, and another grand-sized piano by the window.

You feel his hands wrap around your waist and he turns you to face him.

“That little stunt you pulled out there was a bold one. What made you think to do that?”

“Hmm, I just liked our first kiss so much, I needed another. Couldn’t sit down until I got it,” you say bluntly.

“I’m so glad you did. You were the one that stood out the most to me tonight honey. I couldn’t get enough.” The tension in the room is thick and your body wants him more than anything and it scares you.

You reach up and grab the collar of his shirt, making him get closer to you as you plant a long wet kiss. You feel a low grumble in his chest as you slip your tongue into his mouth. You gasp at the sensations running through your body. You feel the wetness in your panties pool more and you are unsure what to do about it. He carefully slides his hand down the arch of your back and pushes your torso into his. You gasp at the feeling of his erection starting to form. Part of you wants to ravage him right there, but the other part of you is timid and shy. A bolt of nerves raced through your body as it hits you he might want a bit more than just kissing tonight…

But you love the feeling of him against you. The way his hands grope and squeeze your body makes you a complete mess. His hands drift up, as he slides the straps of your dress off your shoulders. Your breathing quickens and you stare up at him, unsure of what to do next.

His fingertips lightly brush the top of your breast and you gasp at the sensation.

“You look so beautiful, mama. Can I see the rest of ya?” He asks so innocently. The boyish smile he has as he looks over your body. Like it’s the first time he’s ever seen a woman this close.

His gaze is intimidating. You really don’t know what he expects of you but he’s Elvis Presley. He’s surely been with countless women and his expectations are astronomically high when it comes to sex.

Nerves continue to wrack your body almost causing you to shake. Your voice is quiet and unsure, “Elvis, I don’t know. I don’t think you want to do this with me….” The concern lights up his eyes.

“Honey, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. You don’t have to do anything. But what did you mean by that? Why wouldn’t I want to do anything with you? You’re gorgeous baby,” he says with a smile.

“I umm… I know I’m not what you’re used to. I’m not sure about…” you trail off, your cheeks burning red.

His eyebrows squint together in concern.

“Baby, you don’t have to worry about anything. I’ll take real good care of you I promise. I want to give you more,” he places a soft kiss on your lips and you feel your body aches for him to do everything he’s promising you.

But you break the kiss and muster up the courage.

“Elvis I, umm, I’m a virgin. I’ve never been with a man. Ever. I have no idea how to please you and I don’t want this to be something that’s terrible for you. You’re better off finding another girl in that room to have fun with tonight,” your voice soft and weak. You feel so embarrassed about what you had to confess and the insecurities are running off of you like water.

He looks at you stoically, trying to find the right thing to say. He goes to sit on the edge of the bed and reaches out his hand for yours. You cautiously move toward him and he looks deep into your eyes.

“Darlin’ that’s nothing to be ashamed of. You have no reason to feel bad about it. Not with me at least. If you’re not ready to do anything, that’s fine,” he says softly and thinks for a bit. “Can I ask why it’s never happened? I just thought a gorgeous girl like you, you’d have men throwing themselves at ya,” he quips cutely.

You chuckle at his cheeky comment, “No one’s been worth it. I just didn’t feel the same when it came to having sex with someone and wasn’t just going to do it because they wanted it.”

“I understand darlin’. I’m sorry you’ve felt like that with a man,” he says softly.

Your head spins as this whole situation feels unreal. You have this undeniable need to have him which is crazy to you considering you have never had a man.

“But you’re different, I can tell. I want you, so bad Elvis. Every part of me wants you but I don’t know what you expect of me.”

“You don’t need to do anything darlin’. I’ll take care of you and make you feel so good. I can teach you things, if you want…”

“Yes, teach me… teach me how to make you feel good too. What do you like, please tell me,” you plead.

His eyes start to look aflame, he bites his bottom lip and places a tiny kiss on your cheek down to your neck.

“Mmm, okay dear,” he whispers in your ear.

You take a sharp breath in, loving the way his lips ignite you and all the new sensations that come with it.

“Can I teach you how to suck me off? Would you like me in your mouth?” He asks with lust rolling off his words causing your pussy to clench.

You slowly nod your head yes and he goes on to kiss you again on the lips, slipping his tongue in and groaning.

The idea of his cock in you has you filled with anticipation and need. You had only ever grinded on a few guys in the past over their pants but this was different. Something about Elvis’ commanding presence told you that he was going to fuck you senseless and you were going to love it.

He carefully placed one of your hands on his upper thigh where you can feel his forming erection run down his leg.

You gasp at the feeling and how large he is.

“See whatcha doin’ to me, making me so hard. This is gonna be inside you making you feel so good.” He moans as he feels you start to rub the length of him. The friction of his pants against it is driving him crazy. He trails kisses up and down your neck, nipping at times the soft sensitive flesh making you moan.

He leans you back, so he can get better access to your breasts. He kisses and sucks at them, making popping sounds each time he lets go. You feel the rush of wetness go into your panties and the throbbing sensation overtaking your core.

You carefully pull down the fabric of the top of your dress, exposing yourself to him. He groans when he sees what you’re doing and takes his large hands and places them firmly on you. You watch as he squeezes them, applying little pressure at first, then squeezes them harder causing you to moan and your head to fall back. He lifts one of your breasts and puts your nipple in his mouth, sucking and licking the sensitive bud.

You gasp, shocked by the way he uses his mouth on you. The more he sucks and licks them, the worse the throbbing becomes in between your legs. You can’t help but push his head more into your breasts wanting him to ravage them more.

You rub his fully formed erection and try to get his pants off of him but he stops you.

“Oh are you ready baby? You want this?” He quips.

You nod your head, “yes, tell me what you like. I want to make you feel good,” you beg.

“Take off your dress for me, let me see you.” You pull down the rest of your dress and stand before him just in your panties. One by one, you undo the buttons on his shirt as you feel his eyes take in the sight before him.

Your hands shake slightly as you get to unbutton his pants and slowly pull down the zipper. You slide down the waist band of his slacks and to your surprise he’s not wearing any underwear, you watch as his large cock spring free from his pants.

You stare and bite your lip. You had no idea what to expect, but you were not expecting this. His cock was longer, and thicker than you expected and the way his veins running along his shaft made your mouth water by just looking at it. Your hands trail down his chest and graze over his length. He hisses at the contact and squeezes your arm.

You’ve never seen a man naked before, but you know this was as perfect as they come.

“Get on your knees for me baby,” he says gently as he sits back down on the bed, spreading his legs wide, looking like the definition of temptation. You kneel in between his legs, wanting to touch all of him so badly but wait for his instructions.

He picks up your hand and wraps it around his shaft. The length of him is warm and there is a clear fluid coming out of the head. He grabs your other hand and has you cup his rather large, heavy-hanging balls.

“What I’d like you to do for me, is just rub me in your hand, back and forth, then lick the head of my cock. Nice and slow like this,” he moves his hand on top of yours and you watch as his foreskin almost envelops his red, leaking head, and pull it back to see more of his protruding veins in his shaft. He has you gently squeeze his balls in your hand, causing his hips to move and dry hump into you. After a few strokes, he lets go of your hands and watches you. You love the small, airy sounds he makes as you put a little more pressure on it. His hips gently roll as he enjoys your hand working his cock.

“Now open your mouth for me, honey. Nice and wide and let me feel you.” You keep stoking him and do as he says. You open your mouth and he slowly guides the tip of his cock into your mouth. The hot heat touches your tongue and you moan. You wrap your lips around his head and suck.

A deep guttural growl comes out of him and you start to suck. This unbeknownst primal instinct takes over you and the smell of him fills your nose making you moan with him in your mouth.

“Oh yes, just like that mama. Just like that. Use your tongue a bit too. Lick and suck on me.” He groans out. You look up at his face looking so pleasured by this. His mouth is open in awe and watching you intently as you suck and stroke his cock.

You start to use your tongue licking and swirling around his head while sucking him.

You get more excited and decide to put more of him inside your mouth, doing the same motions he told you to. He gasps as you take more of him hungrily. You keep watching him as his eyes pop open and he lets out a loud moan. You test out what gets him going the most. You suck his tip, swirling your tongue around his swollen head, and squeeze his balls more making him buck his hips off the bed.

“Oh mama yes, that’s so good. Let me move in and out of your mouth now,” he moans hungrily and grabs a fist full of hair in his hand. You love the way he’s sounding. The way he’s getting off because of you is the most addicting sound and you want to take in more of his cock.

You place your hands on the tops of his thighs and he pushes his hips slightly, having you take in more of his length. You feel his head hit the back of your throat and you sputter and gag around him. He pulls his cock from your throat, making sure you’re okay, and watch as you claw at his thighs, ready for more.

You nod your head at him and take more of him in your mouth. You never thought giving head would be a thing you’d like, but watching him enjoy it so much was one of the hottest things you’ve ever experienced.

He continues to moan and tighten the grip on your hair. You move with him and he fills your mouth with his hot length. You try to relax your throat to not gag on him as much but he continues to plunge his cock down your throat, letting you breathe, then putting it back down your throat. He pulls out of you, pulling you from your hair and you let out a soft cry.

“Oh, honey you did so good. Making me feel so good. I could fuck that throat all night, but I need to take care of you now,” he teases and helps you get off your knees. He picks you up and places you on the bed with the pillows underneath your head and back.

He looks like he’s about to eat you alive and you wait patiently.

“How’s my honey doing? Are you feeling okay?” He says as he opens your legs wide for him. Your heart beats wildly out of your chest and feel more wetness pool.

“I need you. I’m throbbing and it won’t go away.” You plead and try to close your legs, hoping some sort of friction would help.

But he doesn’t let you and continues to keep them open, both of his hands on your knees. Looking at your soaked panties, he starts to trail his hand down to your panty line.

“I’m gonna touch you, honey. Making sure you’re all ready for me.” He growls when he feels the wetness that has seeped through the lace fabric. You jump at the friction and he tears them off in one quick motion.

His eyes grow wide as he looks at the wetness leaking out of you. He takes two fingers and slowly rubs your clit, causing an electric shock through your body.

“Oh fuck! What are you…,” your question fades as you moan loudly instead. He runs those two fingers up and down your folds, spreading your wetness and driving you mad. You arch your back and push into his fingers causing a mess in between your legs.

He smiles at the state you’re in, needy and horny, just how he wants you to stay.

“Have you ever played with yourself, honey? You ever put your fingers inside yourself?” He asks innocently.

You blush and have to look away, “I’ve played with myself a few times but umm, I’ve never put my fingers inside myself.” You say shyly. The idea never really popped into your head til now. Wanting Elvis’ fingers inside you sounded like a sin that was so delicious. You were so attracted to the idea.

“Hmm, I see baby. Have you ever made yourself cum?”

Your face turns another shade of red and quickly shake your head no, not wanting to see the reaction on his face.

“Well, I’ll teach you, honey. Make you feel so good. You are very needy tonight… you need something to fill you. Let me finger you and get you ready to take my cock,” he coos. You whine and try to move his hand down lower where the throbbing is growing.

He slowly takes his index finger and puts it in your weeping hole. You had never been penetrated by someone and the feeling of his long finger inside you is overwhelming. His long, slender finger reaches deep inside you while staying firmly taught around him. You buck your hips up into him and cry out.

“Mmm fuck you’re so tight for me baby. I don’t know if you’re ready for my cock.” He teases.

“Make me ready… I want you to fuck me with more than just your fingers,” you beg and buck your hips into him more.

“Oh you fucking naughty girl,” he moans as he pumps his finger in and out of you watching as you are writhing on the bed. You can’t control the sounds that are coming out of your mouth and love the way he’s reaching parts of you that had never been explored. He curls and prods them to your never before touched walls and you swear you’re going to pass out. He enters another finger and you feel this coil in your belly tighten exponentially. He starts to move them faster and curls his fingers up into your walls. Your vision goes blurry for a second, being consumed by the pleasure he is giving you with his skilled fingers. Your walls begin to flutter and he smirks at this, pumping them faster.

“Oh, I love the way this pussy feels. Do you think you’re ready for me? Ready to take all this cock inside ya?” You realize he loves to tease as he says this and look down as he has his cock in his hand, slowly jerking it off while looking down hungrily at your leaking cunt.

You squeeze your eyes shut and let out a frustrated cry.

“Please Elvis,” he pulls his fingers out of you and places them in his mouth, moaning when he tastes your sweet honey. He licks them clean and grabs the back of your thighs to adjust your body. He has you wrap your legs around his waist and you cling onto his shoulders. He jerks his cock in his hand and teases your entrance with just the tip. Every last nerve in your body is on edge and you claw at his arms in anticipation.

“Just relax mama. I’ve got you. It might hurt a little since your cherry hasn’t been popped but I promise it’s gonna feel so good after.” He coos and places sultry kisses on your lips. You moan, ready for him to give you anything he wants.

He’s gentle, and slowly pushes the first few inches of his cock inside you. The way he is stretching you causes you to gasp. He’s so much bigger than you expected and your body doesn’t know what to do.

You cry out his name as he sets this slow, but insistent pace. He grabs one of your breasts in his large hand and squeezes and pinches your nipples in between your fingers. You moan more with the mix of pain and pleasure coursing through your body.

He put more inside you and you feel this sharp pain inside you and you wince. Tears well in your eyes as you try to take him. You cry out as he moves in and out of you carefully. He sees the pain you’re in and holds you tighter.

“Doing so good baby,” he caresses you.

He keeps you there locked with him, caressing your face and looking at you as if you were the only thing that mattered. Everything about this felt so natural. The nerves that were filling your body moments ago were slowly dissipating and you were just enjoying the moment with him inside you. He thrusts his hips, putting the last few inches inside you and you let out a loud moan. He keeps still as he enjoys seeing you like the way he’s making you feel.

“Such a good girl for me baby. Doing so good. Your cherry popped. It’s gonna feel so good now,” he says as you look down at his long length moving in and out of you. You see some light spotting of your blood around his shaft but the pleasure starts to build the more he’s moving. You watch as he rubs your clit and pushes the rest of his cock inside you again. You feel his balls hit your ass and he doesn’t move as he lets you adjust to the size of him.

“Oh fuck Elvis, you’re killing me holy fuck.” You cry out, gasping for breath.

“Mmm, yea baby? You like how this big cock fills you up?”

You claw at his back, needing him to move and help this never-ending pulsating in your core.

“God, yes I love it. Please give me more,” he nods his head and smiles down at you.

He begins to move his hips and the pain has disappeared. Nothing but pleasure is running through your veins. He moves with more rhythm as he bucks and swirls his hips into you. He places his thumb over your clit and starts to work at it.

Your eyes roll back and let the feeling of what he’s giving you take over your body.

“So goddamn tight for me baby. Taking this cock so well,” he grunts over you as he starts to fuck you faster.

You can’t stop the noises that are coming out of you, loving every second of how he’s fucking you and making you come apart on his cock. The sounds of your skin slapping against his and the wet noises coming from your pussy were driving you both crazy.

Your walls flutter and your whole body tenses. There’s panic in your eyes and Elvis knows it by the look on your face.

“It’s okay darlin I got you. You’re gonna come for me,” he commands and looks deep in your eyes. “I feel you ready to come apart all over me.”

Your whole body tenses and the heat of the orgasm washes over you over and over again. You scream out his name as your walls squeeze his girth. Your nails leave red marks down his back and he only fucks you harder. He lets out a deep, primal growl as he fucks you through your orgasm. You relish in the way this feels and can’t believe you’ve never even given yourself this feeling!

“Mmm fuck, such a good girl. Your pussy feels so good. Keep coming for me,” he pleads as his thumb works faster on your clit.

Your body feels like it’s never felt before. Feeling so light yet so on edge with the way his cock is filling you up and stretching you out. You watch as he lifts your hips up and continues to pound into you.

Taking this new position makes it feel completely different and love the way he’s hitting this particular part inside of you that makes you feel like you can cum all over again on him.

By the look on his face, he is loving every second of this. The way he bites his lower lip and the way sweat has formed on the sides of his temples. You watch as you see the veins on his neck pop out as he fucks you to the hilt.

His rhythm starts to become more sporadic and his eyebrows furrow as he tries to hold on a bit longer. You love the way he’s taking you and can’t get enough of how he fills you up. Your coil in your belly tightens gets again and you let your second orgasm take over your entire body. He groans loudly as you cum on him, squeezing the base of his cock.

“Ah hell, mama. I love it when you cum on me. I’m so close. Where’d you want me to cum?” He agonizingly says through his teeth.

Your brain races, fuzzy from your high of orgasm and unsure what to say. This has never happened before for you and weren't sure exactly what an orgasm would be like for him.

“I want you back in my mouth please Elvis,” you whine breathlessly.

He pulls out of you quickly and you groan at feeling so empty. Your arousal pools out of you and onto the comforter.

He re-adjusts your body by lifting you up underneath your arms and sits you up. He stands up on his knees and puts his cock in front of your lips. He takes his hand and jerks himself in front of you, placing his free hand on the back of your head.

“Open that mouth for me, baby, I’m gonna fill this mouth up,” your heart beats uncontrollably and you grab the back of his thighs, preparing yourself for whatever he is going to give you.

He leans his head back and his mouth opens as you feel hot, salty spurts of his cum land on your tongue and the back of your throat. He places more of his cock in your mouth and you lick the base of it, causing him to moan your name loudly.

“Oh fuck, oh god mama yes take this cock baby,” he groans in ecstasy. Your mouth fills with his cum and waits for him to come down from his high. You had never had this happen before so you don’t know what to do with his load.

He pulls out of your mouth, breathless from it all, and watches you with your mouth open for him, seeing the milky white substance coating your mouth.

“Such a good girl baby. Time to swallow,” he taps your chin and you close your mouth. You look up at him and swallow in one big gulp. The taste of his salty, thick load coated your throat and you have to swallow a few times to fully clear your throat.

He looks down at you pleased, looking at how you’re breathless too and your mascara running down your face.

“Mmm, such a hungry slut you are,” you groan, leaning down to kiss you. You moan into his mouth as he nips your bottom lip.

“Did you like that baby? Did I make you feel good?” He caresses your face, wiping the black streaks from your face.

“That was… incredible… I had no idea what to expect but it wasn’t that,” you say exasperated.

He has that cocky grin on his face you’ve seen so many times in pictures come to life and you wanted to wipe it right off of him.

“We’ll good darlin', that’s what I wanted for your first time,” he says tenderly and places a few soft kisses on your lips.

He gets off the bed and goes to grab you a towel. He gently rubs the wetness and blood off of you and himself. The way he is so tender yet so dominating throws you for a loop but you just sit back and enjoy the moment.

“Did you want to go back to the party? We can stay here, it’s completely up to you,” he asks as he hands you your dress.

“I wouldn’t mind going back to the party and having some food. I’m kinda hungry,” you say cutely. You start to get up off the bed and it suddenly hits you. Elvis ripped your panties off of you… you’re going to have to walk back into that party without any on.

“Elvis, how am I supposed to go back out there without any panties on! You completely ruined them!” You snicker.

He laughs at your disgruntled state.

“Correction darlin’, you ruined your panties, I just took them off of ya to help that needy pussy of yours,” he teases. “And besides, I like you better without them. You’ll just have to behave and not soak through your dress for the rest of the night,” he sneers as he grabs you by his hips and pushes you into him. A small groan escapes you and smile up at him.

“You wanna put money on that?” you wink at him.

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ngray192 · 1 year ago

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that madlyn angst was beautiful but i need a madlyn fluff tho :(((

So glad you guys are liking these!

Ashlyn excitedly opened her front door. It was her birthday and EJ was taking her out to dinner before Maddox picked her up for a date.

She stepped into the dark living room and reached for the light.

"Surprise!" A chorus of voices shouted when she flicked on the light. All of her friends jumped out from various hiding places, effectively scaring the shit out of Ashlyn.

"You guys!!!" She ran up and hugged them all tightly. After they all separated, Maddox came to the front of the group and kissed Ashlyn's cheek.

"Happy birthday, Ash," she said with a smile.

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Soon enough, the party was in full swing. Music was blasting, drinks were being poured, and everyone was having a great time.

As Ash sat down next to her cousin, Maddox jumped up and stood in the middle of the room. "Time for presents!" She shouted.

Everyone gathered around Ashlyn with their presents in their hands, handing them over to the birthday girl. A knitted hat from Gina, a necklace from Kourt, the cutest cow stuffed animal from Seb, and so many other things.

Finally, Maddox handed her a small bag. Ashlyn reached inside and pulled out a small DVD, she had no clue what it could be. Maddox took the DVD and put it into the TV.

Maddox grabbed the remote and turned to Ashlyn, "so you know that documentary crew that followed us around and we still don't know why? Well, I asked them for a favor." She pressed play and sat down, wrapping an arm around her girlfriend and whispering, "God I hope you like this."

A black screen pops up, followed by the words "Season 4 Edited." Before Ashlyn could ask, the video already started playing.

"Yeah, I may have had a crush on Ash over the summer, but she has a boyfriend," Maddox said in the interview on the TV. TV Ashlyn walked behind TV Maddox, instantly catching her attention. The Maddox on the TV stared after the girl for a moment before turning back to the crew, "I really hope she breaks up with her boyfriend."

The camera cuts to Maddox complimenting Ashlyn's goth look for a movie before going into another interview. "She looks... really good in goth," Maddox told the camera. "And I think my PA barking impressed her. I'd like to see Big Red do that."

The video continued, showing hidden clips of Ashlyn and Maddox pining for each other before opening night; their almost kiss on Halloween, all of the special moments they shared that the crew managed to capture.

The video ended with a short happy birthday message to Ashlyn, who was in tears as she watched the small movie.

"Did you like it?" Maddox asked cautiously.

Ashlyn turned to her, "I love you so much."

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"Baby, baby, baby, ohhhhh!" Ashlyn laughed as Jet sang. At one point EJ broke out the karaoke, and all of the theater kids had been taking turns singing random songs.

Ashlyn watched in delight as Jet sang the end of the song. She was about to go up next, but Maddox tapped on her shoulder. "Hey, can we talk outside?" She asked.

Maddox took Ash's hand and led her to the porch. They could still hear the party inside, but it was much quieter.

"Happy birthday, Ashlyn," Maddox said when the door shut behind them. "I got you one last thing." She pulled a small envelope out of her pocket and handed it to her girlfriend.

"Maddie, you really didn't have to get me anything," Ashlyn started before Maddox prompted her to open it. Inside was a small card.

"Read it out loud," Maddox said excitedly.

Ashlyn rolled her eyes and smiled. "Ashlyn, thank you for being there for me through everything. I love you so much, and even if I'm terrified that I'm gonna mess us up, I'm not as scared when I'm with you. Happy birthday. Love, Gadget." Ashlyn instantly enveloped her girlfriend in a hug. "You're the best, I love you too."

Maddox smiled widely, "there's one more thing in there."

Ashlyn slowly reached into the envelope and pulled out to small slips of paper. "You didn't," she said as she looked at the two tickets for Wicked on Broadway.

"I did. Happy birthday, Ash."

"This was the best birthday ever, Maddie, thank you."

#this was kinda short sorry #hsmtmts #madlyn #maddox hsmtmts #hsmtmts ashlyn #ashlyn caswell #ashlyn x maddox #ej caswell #jet hsmtmts #ricky bowen #gina porter #seb hsmtmts

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findingnemosworld · 1 year ago

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 - 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫! 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐑𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬 𝐀𝐔 )

( 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜, 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫/𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐚, 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐬 )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲

She never quite understood what went wrong between them, yet it crumbled down.

He was a popular singer, and so was she; the pair had produced multiple hits separately so upon their relationship becoming official, a lot of their fans expected them to write songs together, or even perform songs together and yet that was far from what they've witnessed, they were supportive of one another, attending each other's shows and supporting each other's works and while the temptation of blending their art together had crossed their minds, they knew the consequences of doing so, had seen how it affected several others before them.

They'd managed to remain strong despite several challenges coming their way such hectic tours and several promotional travels which kept them apart and of course, COVID-19 - they were quarantined separately which in turn had unfortunately been the catalyst to their downfall, things had shifted so much so that he had told her up front that he no longer wanted to continue.

And being an artist, she'd learned to control her emotions - departing the relationship on a supposed good note, as they've published a joint statement, to keep the press off their case yet it never dawned on her just how much she was in pain until she returned to the studio to work on her second album, KO. she spent days and nights in the recording booth, shedding every bit of her emotions into those songs until she was certain that they were ready to be produced, and complied into an album.

" Are you sure about this? " Juan, her cousin and personal assistant asks.

" Yes, I am very sure. I don't care what he thinks, And I won't even out right admit that it's about him but this is my art in the end, I want it to be out there and inspire others to heal " She said.

" Ok " Juan nods, " I'll post the teaser video then "

She had released the first song she had ever worked on, one that she felt was the most expressive she had ever been, the song was titled 'Amor Ordinario'

He heard the song, and wasn't a fool by any means - it was a clear and distinct message for him, of the pain he had caused by leaving the way he did, he'd seen the way fans clamored over to his social media, some calling her out for using him as muse whilst others sent hate which he had grown accustomed to.

One of his closest friend, Luka had been visiting and asked him. " Did you hear it? the song? "

" Of course I did " He huffs out a soft breath, " How can I not? "

" You really hurt her! " Luka reminds him.

" Yes, I'm fully aware of that " He nods softly.

A month after their split, the fleeting thought of calling her crossed his mind; he wanted to reach out yet stopped upon seeing the news of her being spotted with some hot shot CEO on what looked to be a cozy date, Luka had noticed the gears in his head turning. " I think you have two options here, either you call her or ... "

" Or? " He prompts his friend to continue.

" Or you send your own message, through a song " Luka shrugs.

The thought had been instilled in his head, and so he did; going at a rapid speed of writing a song that expresses exactly what he wanted to say, and his only hope was that she would listen to it, and with that he had released a song, titled 'Cristina' playing onto her name as subtly as he can.

She'd heard every bit of the message he intended on sending, so much so that it had definitely caused her to sob for three days straight, Juan had stopped by to check on her - " Oh honey, you're not good " he murmurs.

" I'm not sure I can be, I mean ... " She sighs. " He really did not hold back "

Juan remained silent for a moment, before he said. " You should call him "

" No " She shakes her head furiously, " No, I won't do that "

Juan raised an eyebrow, " You kind of have to "

Her eyes narrow, " Why? "

" Well ... " Juan trails off, " You'll be seated next to one another in the music awards "

Her eyes widen, " What! "

Juan raises his hands, " Listen to me, I tried my best to work out an arrangement but it's too late "

She sighs softly, " Great, just great ... " she murmurs.

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The award show was buzzing with several notable musicians and yet all that she can think about was seeing him, he was set to perform the song he had written - and to say that it moved her seeing him sing live would be an understatement, she had always loved seeing him sing live, yet this time it was different, he was singing a song to her, the same way she had done so a month back.

The crowd was heavily engaged, and so was she despite attempting her best to remain as neutral as she can.

After his performance, he was lead back to his seat next to hers, and while the camera penned on them, he gives her a smile to which she swiftly returns with a smile of her own.

Around halfway through the award show, she was named as winner of album of the year, she stood up to the standing ovation of the crowd and adjusts her gown to walk up to the stage - Sergio, saw it as an opportunity and stood up to help her walk up to the stage, the interaction was caught on camera with Sergio once again smiling at her before he returned to his seat.

She gratefully accepts her award and walks up to the microphone.

" Good evening, this album has been a precious combination of my most authentic self, which is why I started making art to begin with so for it to be recognized as album of the year is the highest accomplishment I can strive for, I want to thank the writers, and composers, and everyone that has stood by me through this time and most of all, I would like to thank my muse, because if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be standing up here "

After the award show, they were invited to an after party in which Sergio approaches her, " Be honest? " he said, " Were the songs about me? "

She nods, " Yeah, and yours "

" Yeah " He nods, falling silent before he said. " I know that I broke your heart, I'm sorry "

" It's fine, all is forgiven " She murmurs with a smile. " All is forgiven "

#sergio ramos #sergio ramos imagine #sergio ramos fanfiction #sergio ramos one shot

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arpiblog · 7 months ago

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“Are you saying that my daughter won't be admitted to this hospital? Do you know who I am?”

The woman shifted from the chair, her right fist stomping the hard marble table in front, keeping her eye contact with the director as she spoke. Mrs. Susan Parks is one of the VIPs at Chung Allied Medical Hospital. “Do you know how much money we ‘donate’ in this hospital? Do you know who you’re talking to?” She repeated the question. Even with a lowered voice, the emphasis on every word was enough to send a message. Of course, Madison is aware of her title. Her daughter was brought to their emergency room after being involved in a car wreck, which prompted the meeting.

The patient had been given first aid, and other than some little cuts from the shards of glass, she seemed to be in fair health. Unfortunately, the other casualty is a seven-year-old child who was hit by her automobile and is in a life-threatening state. The daughter faced additional charges of DUI, and she had to undergo multiple tests to validate her innocence. But her mother knows just what to do in order to fabricate the claim.

𝘖𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵.

“Mrs. Parks, we have hospital protocols. I just can-”

A forceful slap across Madison's face took her off guard. Her cheeks were scorching, her face drained of every color, and her hand balled up in her lap.

“Soniya, how dare you talk back to your imo like this?”

As Susan Parks is Richard's second cousin, every fiber in her body started to feel the way it should have just by hearing how she addresses her. Anyone can study medicine. Human anatomy and its functions, in addition to its location, could be taught in school if one wants to pursue a career as a doctor. Though, you won't be able to gain all the knowledge necessary to work in the field from these books alone. One should understand the value of hands-on learning from experiences such as these. Madison can easily succumb to her desire to confront her, dismiss her status, and abandon all of her hard-earned worth if she acted in the same manner and allowed her feelings to overpower.

𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭.

She pushed all her menacing ideas aside and regained her composure before continuing. “Mrs. Parks, I see you are unable to comprehend the gravity of the situation at this point.” Madison paused to look at her. "First responders described the scene as extremely chaotic, with intense emotions running high for both those immediately involved and others who observed this horrible accident. Based on the clinical assessment of your daughter's situation, it appears that she exhibited sufficient negligence to drive herself home while intoxicated.” Even though it was irksome, her tone didn't show it. She did not take her eyes off Mrs. Parks as she approached her seat. “You're not even being polite enough to reach out about the victim's condition, and you have the gall to act in this way in order to protect your own reckless daughter.”

She eased her back on the edge of the table, facing her, with both of her arms crossed in front of her. “And now, all mighty and proud, you get up on your high horse and plead—okay, not really—demanding that something be made up to show that she is nothing but guilty of charges.”

With a mocking chuckle, the woman raised her palm above her head, poised to strike her once more. Madison managed to catch it this time before it reached her cheek. “I would stop at nothing to link your daughter to this tragedy in the event the child dies. Let me also remind you that she faces a maximum indeterminate sentence of 5 to 15 years in jail and a minimum indeterminate sentence of 1 to 3 years in prison if she is found guilty of vehicular homicide. And until she faces the consequences she deserves, I refuse to give up.” Mrs. Parks’ reaction was one of disbelief mixed with bewilderment. “And you think anyone would believe some mediocre doctor over me?” Susan pointed out, snatching her hand back from Madison's grip.

The doctor raised her hand as though in a cue and revealed her phone, which continues to display its recording. The woman was taken aback when she learned this and immediately covered her mouth with her hands. Madison began to feel a sense of satisfaction, and a smile grew on her lips. “Don't worry, Imo. I'm sure to get your good side,” she whispered as she leaned in to speak with Mrs. Parks. Then, she steered their gaze toward the CCTV camera located behind the woman before leaving the room and her inside.

𝗡𝗼 𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀.

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“I need to show that I'm stronger in South Carolina than New Hampshire,” Haley told Meet The Press on January 28. “It certainly has to be close.”

There was a logic to this: Haley hails from South Carolina and she’s its former governor. Republicans in her home state have been pulling the lever for her for nearly twenty years. They know her. If there were any state where she’d have the chance to challenge Trump, South Carolina was it.

But Haley’s plan has gone to hell: Polls show Trump is leading Haley by 30 points—more than twice his New Hampshire margin. It turns out that in South Carolina, with the people who know her best, Haley is doing worse with both Democrats and Republicans.

“Nikki Haley on behalf of all of us, lose our number,” a South Carolina Democratic voter named Debari Barber posted Friday on Facebook.

That post touched a nerve among fellow black voters, Democrats, and independents, prompting 2,100 favorable shares and 530 supportive comments before Barber made it private. The volume of the response was unexpected for Barber, a 41-year-old banking analyst who told The Bulwark she just wants the Haley spam to stop. Barber said she keeps replying “stop” to the messages and blocks the number, only to have a new phone number text her more pro-Haley content.

“My cousin’s son is only 12 and he keeps getting text messages and he started asking ‘Mama, who is Nikki?’ It’s just aggravating,” she said. “Take us out the group chat. We don’t want to be in it.”

No one who supports Haley is able to tell me what state they think she will win. In addition to the Haley campaign’s efforts, the pro-Haley SFA Fund super PAC is mailing Democratic voters to remind them that they can still vote for Haley if they didn’t cast a ballot in the Democratic primary.

“Nikki is attracting a wide range of voters,” her campaign spokeswoman, Olivia Perez-Cubas, said in a written statement. “If you go to her events, you see conservatives, independents who feel they don’t have a home in either party, and Reagan Democrats who are frustrated with Biden’s policies. Trump lost races we should have won in 2018, 2020, and 2022. If Republicans want to start winning again, we need to be a story of addition, not subtraction.”

But there’s only so much support Haley can earn from South Carolina voters like Danny Davis, a 36-year-old chef from Rock Hill who also never voted for Haley and said she never will.

“The text messages are very weird,” Davis told The Bulwark. “She has texted me more than Biden. It’s very asinine that she’s texted people she was supposed to represent but she didn’t do a good job doing it when she was in office. It’s pandering at best. She didn’t really care about Black people before.”

Dawson dismissed that last remark as unfair and pointed out that Haley, as governor in 2015, removed the Confederate flag from the South Carolina State House, which Haley referenced on Monday during an event in Sumter.

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Putting Haley’s record aside, she would struggle with turning out black voters or any group traditionally not aligned with Republicans in a Republican primary, said Scott Huffmon, a pollster and political scientist at Winthrop University in South Carolina, who released a survey last week showing Trump beating her 65–36 percent in the state."

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4 Halloween prompts: maybe adrian x diff monster readers? Like, a vampire reader, a "Frankenstein" reader who was built by some guy they don't like, a "mummy" reader who was like a bog mummy or something, and a were wolf??? Like based off of those classic "hammer horror" /universal studios monsters. Idk just ideas 💡 🤔 🖤🖤 love your work obvs \( *´ω`* )/

Full Moon Favor

Rated: T+

Pairing: gn!Werewolf!Reader/Adrian Chase

Summary: You said he was the best (boyfriend ever?), so that means he has to do this favor for you...even if it is a little on the strange side...

Warnings: Light blood/gore. Implied smut.

Word Count: 2196

A/N: Thank you for the suggestions! I played around with a few classic horror monster ideas and I could not just stop thinking about werewolves!

+ Also big thank you to the people that left kind messages after the first Halloween fic 🧡🖤

🌕[#Vigilante Halloween Masterlist] 🐺

[Masterlist]

[Dividers]

Adrian wasn’t exactly aware of it, but he was drawn to strength, to energy. Which was exactly what you exuded. He could see it in how you carried yourself, in how you practically skipped to your new home, in the apartment across from his.

He offered to help carry boxes for you, and you smiled so brilliantly at him that his own smile felt strained in comparison.

“Sure! If you want, you don’t have to, though, really!” He followed you as you bounced back to your truck. Your energy was just so contagious, and soon enough the two of you were laughing as you carried various boxes and appliances up the stairs.

Turns out you didn’t have much and the job went fairly quickly.

Adrian didn’t know what it was, but he just knew if he went back home now, it’d feel lonely. He glanced around your bare apartment, your furniture wasn’t due to arrive for a few more days, “hey,” you looked up from the box you were rifling through with a cute tilt of your head. “Want to have lunch with me?”

You smiled at him again, and he felt his heart flutter for the hundredth time that day, “yea, sounds great!”

Lunch turned to dinner turned to breakfast.

From the moment he saw you, Adrian could not get enough of you, which was why he was almost two months into dating you after only knowing you for just as long.

Currently you were hanging out with him before work. Luckily for him, you often took night shifts, which left him free time to patrol as Vigilante. You were cuddled into his side, you liked to do that he noticed (and he liked it too!), but your knee was bouncing nervously.

“What’s wrong?” He finally asked during a commercial break.

“Uhm,” you finally pulled yourself up and looked at him seriously.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, concerned about how serious you’d suddenly become.

“I know we’ve only been dating for, like, two months.” The pause you took, in which you looked so nervous and sad, made him want to shout out that he didn’t want to break up!

“But, can I ask you a favor?”

Oh! That’s it? A favor? “Uh, sure. What is it?”

“I mean, if you don’t want to-”

“No, what is it? I’ll do it!”

You reached into a pocket and pulled out a piece of scrap paper and a single key on a key ring. “Tomorrow morning, like sevenish, can you go to this address? On the left side of the house there’s a cellar, can you open it?”

He blinked as he looked at the items he was now holding. Even to him, and he knew he had a high threshold for weird, this was a weird request.

“I’d ask my cousin, but he’s not really the reliable type. I mean, it’s his mother’s house, no one really lives there right now. But last month he didn’t show up till the evening!”

"Uh, sure. But why?"

"Oh, it's just a thing!" You checked your phone and jumped up. "I gotta get ready for work!" You leaned down and pecked him on the cheek, "thank you soo much! You’re the best, bye!"

You rushed out so quickly that Adrian didn't process your words until you were already gone.

“The best…?” He nodded to himself, if you wanted him to open this cellar, then he was gonna do it!

“Dude, that sounds sketchy as fuck.” Peacemaker said as he stepped out of the car and looked around at the overgrown property.

Adrian, in full Vigilante gear, shrugged as he moved past Peacemaker towards the old looking house. It could definitely use some repairs, but otherwise looked solid.

“I’m just being a good boyfriend!” He chirped as he followed your directions to the cellar on the side of the house.

Sure he was a little early, it was still night, but he figured you just didn’t have time to open the cellar at night because of work, and just got used to opening it in the morning, which was why you told him to wait until seven a.m.

Peacemaker’s arm suddenly stopped him from going further, “did you hear that?”

“Huh? Hear what?”

“Shh! That!” Peacemaker sharply whispered and drew his gun while pointing towards the cellar.

Vigilante paused and sure enough he heard some growling coming from the cellar.

“Oooh! It must be a dog!”

He wasn’t sure why you would trap a dog in a cellar in the first place, maybe it had something to do with the neighbors (he didn’t seem to realize the nearest neighbor was a mile away)?

“Dude, are you seriously gonna let that thing out?” Even as Peacemaker asked, the dog started howling.

“Duh!” He’d be the exact opposite of a good boyfriend if he just left your dog locked up!

Despite the growls and the second, piercing, howl, he unlocked the cellar door. The padlock was sturdy, high quality, but nothing out of the ordinary. The doors, however, were quite heavy. He grunted as he pulled one door open, however, before he could pull the door fully open, the dog forced itself past the doors, knocking him over in the process. It growled at Vigilante, its front paws planted firmly on his chest.

“Whoa, hey there, doggy!” Vigilante tried to calm it down.

“That’s not a fucking dog!” Peacemaker yelled before firing at it.

It was fast. It managed to dodge Peacemaker’s first shot and charged him. Peacemaker was thrown off his feet and another shot was fired widely into the nearby woods before his gun was knocked out of his hand. The dog (though Vigilante could see that it’s proportions were all wrong to be a dog) was now crouched over Peacemaker, razor sharp claws ripping right through his shirt and digging into his chest. It reared its head, ready to bite into Peacemaker’s face, when Vigilante tackled it off of Peacemaker.

“No! Bad dog!” Vigilante scolded as he wrestled with it.

“Not! A dog!” Peacemaker yelled as he scrambled for his gun.

“Don’t shoot!” Vigilante glanced over his shoulder, a mistake, as he was thrown off his feet.

He heaved with all his might and pushed the dog off of him. Though the dog continued to growl, it wasn’t as fierce as it circled him. Vigilante feigned right before quickly jumping left. The not-dog woofed as it fell for his feint and quickly corrected itself and jumped at Vigilante.

Peacemaker, gun in hand again, paused as he watched Vigilante throw the not-dog around again…and it’s tail started wagging.

“What the fuck? Are you playing with it?!”

Except for the amount of strength Vigilante had to put into keeping himself upright, it very much looked like someone playing with a very large, frightening looking, dog.

Vigilante laughed, getting a good toss in, “Who’s a good dog?”

“Not a dog!” Peacemaker yelled again at the same time as the not-dog snapped its jaws loudly in Vigilante’s direction.

It woofed again, jumping onto its hind legs, easily towering over both men, before it landed back on all fours and spun around.

“What the fuck?” Peacemaker muttered to himself as he watched Vigilante chase after the… he looked at the cellar, the inside of doors were lined with silver. “That thing’s definitely a werewolf.”

Every time Vigilante got close to the dog and tried to reach for it, it would speed up and he’d just miss grabbing its tail. Then it would circle around and knock him to the ground by jumping on his back. It was doing a number on his armor even though it wasn’t intentionally attacking him, so the next time he fell to the ground he stayed in place as it pushed off of his back, back claws tearing painfully through his shirt.

It leapt a few feet away before it realized that Vigilante was no longer following. Even though he’d just been playing with it, his heart still raced in fear as it neared him.

“I’m okay. Just need a break.” He nearly giggled out as it sniffed at him, its muzzle dripping viscous saliva onto his armor. He closed his eyes, more like blinked, and when he opened them again the dog was gone.

“Uh oh…”

“Hey, Vij!” Peacemaker finally caught up, at least his gun wasn’t drawn anymore.

Vigilante pushed himself up with a grunt and wiped the dirt off of him, only then noticing how much his armor was truly torn. If this was the creature playing, he didn’t want to be on the other end of it when it was angry.

“You alright, man? Where’d it go?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, fuck! We have to go find it!”

Vigilante started to nod when a howl echoed through the woods around them. Peacemaker got nervous again, and though he’d never admit it, Vigilante got a little nervous too, but he managed to stop Peacemaker from drawing his weapon.

As soon as Vigilante took a step forward, he had to jump back. He would have fallen over if Peacemaker hadn’t caught him. As soon as his feet had left the ground, a deer dropped from the sky, landing where Vig had been just standing in a disgusting pile of ruptured flesh and bone. Both men screamed.

Then the wolf dropped down next to the deer, landing gracefully first on its hind legs, like a human catching themselves, before dropping to all fours. It growled quietly as it looked at Peacemaker, but since Vigilante was standing right in front of him, it made no move forward. Instead it lowered its jaws into the already torn flesh of the deer. Peacemaker made a disgusted sound and turned his head away as the wolf tore the deer’s heart out.

It dropped the heart at Vigilante’s feet. He gasped, “dude! It’s just like Eagly!”

He bent down to take the still blood hot heart and though he was still masked, smiled brightly at the creature. “Thanks!”

“What!? That thing’s nothing like Eagly!”

Vigilante, now harboring a hunch, removed his mask with his free hand, but didn’t reach for his glasses as he didn’t want to get blood on them. He took a nibble of the heart, Peacemaker gagged in the background, and grinned. “Yum! Thanks, I feel better now!” He held the heart out to the creature, “you can finish it though!”

The wolf hesitated for a moment before taking the heart from him, leaving his gloved hand covered in saliva and blood, and finishing off the heart in two bites.

Adrian sat down and leaned against a tree, mindful of the scratches on his back, and watched as the wolf devoured the deer.

“That’s disgusting.” Peacemaker gagged once again.

The wolf stopped eating and stalked nearer to Vigilante, both it and he were now staring at Peacemaker.

“What?!”

He couldn’t explain how he knew what the wolf was going to do, but as soon as it threw its head back to howl, Adrian did the same. “Awooo!!”

“Dude! What the hell!” Peacemaker yelled over the sounds of lupine and human howling.

The two continued to howl, purposefully annoying Peacemaker until the man stomped away back towards the house, more accurately to the car.

Adrian laughed and wrapped an arm around the wolf, running his hand through its fur and threw his head back once more, doing his best to imitate the wolf’s howl.

Eventually the two quieted down, with Adrian leaning against the wolf (or was the wolf leaning against him?) before he dozed off.

If you had to guess, it was about seven a.m. when you woke up. You were sprawled on top of Adrian, you’d recognize his cute little snores anywhere at any time, in an attempt to keep your nude body free of prickling sticks and leaves on the forest ground.

You sat up, careful to remain seated on his lap, and gently shook his shoulder. “Adrian. Adrian, wake up!”

He woke with a gasp, quickly sitting up himself.

You stared at each other (his face was still covered in dried caked on blood) for a moment before everything from last registered in your minds.

“Dude! You’re Vigilante!?” “Dude! You’re a werewolf!?”

You blinked. He blinked. “That’s so cool!”

Adrian suddenly frowned, his hands on your hips gently moving up and down, “you must be cold. Peacemaker probably took the Vigilante mobile.”

“That’s okay,” you tugged on the chest piece of his armor (no wonder he liked teal so much!), “I can think of plenty of ways to warm up.”

He smirked and leaned into your pull, “wait, you mean sex, right?”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing, “yes, Adrian.”

“Cool.” His lips almost touched yours when he pulled back again. “But really, if we don’t get you something to wear-”

“Oh! I have clothes back at my aunt’s house.” You looked around the woods, “it doesn’t look like we’re too far from it.”

“In that case!”

You barely had time to look back at him before he was eagerly kissing you.

Even if he didn’t exactly follow instructions, things definitely worked out!

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chai-ssi-latte · 3 years ago

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paper rings 💞

Sebastian Stan

About: Sebastian was your celebrity crush when you accidentally slid into his DM’s. Few months later, you met him at an Awards Show. Let’s just say everything turned out well.

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“I’m so drunk,” you said, plopping on the bed next to your best friend.

“My vision is spinning,” she replied, laughing as she did so. “What the fuck.”

“Sleep, dumbass,” you slur. You grabbed your phone from the nightstand, surprised at how it unlocked even with your messy face. You and your friend decided to have an alcohol night. She recently broke up with her ex-boyfriend, and because of work, she could not “grieve” properly. You both promised to get as drunk as you could. Reaching the point where both of you will be stumbling on the staircase on your way to the bedroom.

As you scrolled through your Instagram feed, still feeling a little woozy, you saw Sebastian Stan posted a selfie. Smiling, you tap on his profile icon, which brings you to his account. You hit the message button and typed,

You're sp hsdnsome. Fick yuo. Handsime humsn. I hatr you si mcuh for being so handsoMe and not knwing me

You suddenly grew annoyed at Sebastian, remembering the time when he ignored you during the comic con where you both attended as actors. Did he think I’m a crazy fangirl when I smiled at him?

OH and FUCK YUU FOR IgnORInG ME AT CMMIC CON YOU AND YOUR HANDSOME STUUPID FACEE!

As your eyes get droopy, you locked your phone, placing it back to the nightstand, and letting your drunkenness put you to sleep.

You woke up at the loud whines of your best friend at the bathroom. “Y/BFF/N! Shut up!” You yelled out, feeling the sting of your dry throat. I should’ve drank water last night. Unfortunately, you best friend didn’t stop. The sound of her throwing up and whining woke up your soul. “You better be thankful I’m the best best friend out there!”

You throw your legs over the bed, staggering a bit when you sat up. Shaking your head, you ignored the light-headed feeling and stood up. You list down a couple of breakfast meals you can cook for you and your best friend. You heard avocado toast is really good when you’re suffering a hangover, or maybe bagel is better.

You were frying eggs when your best friend decided to join you in the kitchen, looking like a mess; the same mess that she was in last night. “My head fucking hurts,” she groaned. Laughing, you put a plate in front of her, placing the freshly cooked sunny side up, sliced avocado, and a bagel. “Thanks, babe.”

You also slid an ibuprofen on the table before pulling out a water from your fridge. “You always have the worst hangover,” you snickered.

“At least I don’t do dumb shit,” She bit back.

“I didn’t do no shit last night,” You said proudly. “We got drunk, went to the bedroom, and sleep.” You elaborated what had happened last night.

Your best friend rose a brow, “Really? That’s new.”

Sticking your tongue out, you made yourself comfortable and sat down on the chair, joining your friend on the breakfast.

To say Sebastian was confused was an understatement. Not only he got an actress sliding on his Instagram DM’s, it also seems like they’re drunk messages. He just got back on his apartment, coming from a sleepover at his Mom’s place.

His phone was completely ignored through the night, spending the family time with his Mom and some of his visiting cousins. They watched Marvel movies, skipping the ones that he was in. According to them, they had watched them many times because that’s how much they love him. Sebastian didn’t fight the idea, he’s not always that comfortable watching himself act anyway.

“Huh,” Sebastian muttered. “Fuck you for ignoring me at comic con. You and your handsome face.” he read out lout. He never read messages so mean yet so nice before.

Sebastian sat on the couch, contemplating whether to reply or completely ignore the thread of texts from you. Did he really ignore you at comic con? Sebastian tried so hard to remember.

“Some DCEU actors will be on the other side,” Anthony Mackie whispered on Sebastian’s ear. “Y/N included. You know the goddess I told you about?”

“Yes,” Sebastian rolled his eyes, “You’ve told me that for the thirtieth time now.”

“Just making sure you remember.”

Sebastian heard a lot of cheers, he swore he even heard some voices cracked. Turning, he saw the actors from DCEU walked through the curtains. He specifically had his eyes focused on you as you conversed with your co-star Henry Cavill. Henry towers over you but not too much. You had your chin raised, and eyes looking up while talking to him, but not overboard. The black pumps you were sporting didn’t go unnoticed by Sebastian.

Your eyes met with Sebastian, your lips curling in a smile. Henry looked at the direction where you beamed.

Sebastian, however, froze in place. “Let’s go, let’s go!” Anthony took a hold of Sebastian’s arm. Turning away, he didn’t even notice he didn’t smile back at you.

“Fuck. I did.” Sebastian cursed. Well, kind of, but he didn’t mean to.

I hope you had fun at the party, if ever you attended one. I promise I won’t ignore you next time Y/N.

Sebastian clicked the send button, pleased at what he just replied.

You have gone MIA in all of your social media accounts. Not only for the secret movie project you’re working with, but also to try and forget your dumb drunk moment on Instagram a few months ago.

You can’t remember yourself opening up Instagram and DM’ing the one and only Sebastian Stan. Not only you were mortified by your messages, you also wanted to move to Mars when you saw Sebastian have seen it and even replied! You almost threw your phone over the balcony that day, screaming at your pillows, and beating yourself up for your humiliating act.

“Y/N,” your best friend tapped on your shoulder. She was your plus-one on the red carpet. “Do you know who’s going to share this table with us?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “I really don’t know. Henry was put with the guys so...” you trailed, diverting your eyes to Henry. He’s sharing a table with Ben, Jason, and Ezra earlier, now including Amy and Gal.

“Wouldn’t it be weird if it’s just the two of us?” she further asked.

“Well... I’m sure there’s someone out there who’s gonna be with us.” You assured. “Just you wait.”

It took a whole hour before the place was filled with all of the actors and actresses attending the event. You passed by Henry’s table, after your trip to the bathroom. He allowed you to sit on his seat as you catch up with Ben and the rest of your co-stars. When the bright lights started dimming, that was your queue to leave. “Thanks, Henry.” You said, standing up from your seat, giving him a cheek kiss.

“Welcome.”

You made your way back to your designated table, seeing it occupied with people now, and your bestfriend having a chat with certain someone. When you got nearer, you noticed that it was Sebastian, Anthony Mackie, and Chris Evans. You never wanted to turn away so fast and just go back to your co-stars. However, your best friend was quick to catch you.

“There’s my best friend!” she pointed at you. “She’s my plus-one.”

“Hi...” You greeted, holding out your hand. “I’m Y/N.”

“Hi Y/N. Anthony Mackie at your service.” he winked.

“Chris Evans.”

You shook both of their hands, giving your best to hide your nervous smile. “Took you a long time leaving Henry, eh?” Anthony teased. You chuckled, the rumor of you dating Henry seems to be popular among the celebrities as well.

Your best friend stood up before you can sit next to Chris. She took the seat, looking up at you with puppy eyes but a taunting smile on her face. Your lips curled but sat down next to Sebastian anyway.

“Sebastian,” he introduced. “It’s nice to meet you. Finally.”

“Y/N.” you grab a hold of his hand. “Um... yeah.”

The awkward moments soon turned to a pleasant ones when Anthony started cracking jokes, Chris joining him in the process. You were sure that you guys’ table has to be the loudest one, but all of you didn’t mind. You would clap and cheer when someone wins, would share opinions on the films presented, etc. It was a great evening even if you shared it with actors you haven’t worked with yet.

You and your best friend were waiting on the parking lot for the car that your manager has called for the night. “There it is.”

When your best friend got in the car, you were stopped by a voice calling out to you. “Y/N!” Sebastian was panting when he arrived in front of you. “Hang on,” he said catching his breath. “Just a minute.”

You hold out your hand at the driver, who nodded at you, then rolling up the car window. “Are you okay?” You were concerned at how heavy Sebastian’s breathe were.

“Yeah.” then he looked up. He gave you a smile, “I forgot to ask for your number.”

“My- what?”

“Phone number.” Sebastian clarified. “Well, you mentioned earlier you’re single and not dating Henry,” he added. “You also said he has a girlfriend?” it was more of a question than a statement.

“Um...”

“I know it was awkward talking about the drunk texts and all in front of Anthony and Chris...” Sebastian trailed, “Maybe you can tell me about it on a date? Just maybe?”

You tried your best not to smile. You hold out your hand, “Phone.”

Sebastian quickly pulled out his phone from his pocket. “I’ll make sure to text you right away, Y/N.” he said when you returned his mobile to him. You gave Seb a hug goodbye. Sebastian sneaked a kiss on the temple before you pulled away.

“What was that?” your friend asked when you got inside the car.

“What was what?” you quizzed, hiding the blush on your cheeks. “To my apartment, Will.” you said to the driver.

Before your best friend can grill you with questions, your phone vibrated.

Hey Y/N, it’s Seb. Take care and sleep well.

It read. You grinned, and replied.

Thanks Seb. You too. Please drive safely.

Within seconds you received another reply.

No worries, your ‘celebrity crush’ is a great driver.

Your brows furrowed at the text. How did he-? You let out a sigh and looked at your best friend, who’s unsurprisingly snooping and reading the text on your phone already.

“What? It’s true.” was all she said.

Just when I thought I’m done embarrassing myself...

You hit send.

You’re my celebrity crush too, ever since comic con. Good night Y/N. Driving means no texting.

You swear your heart has never pounded this hard before. I’d marry this man in a heartbeat, even with a paper ring.

Let’s be friends <3

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daddy issues - ransom drysdale smut series masterlist

The one where Ransom doesn’t feel ready to become a father, but he should have thought about it before sleeping with a complete stranger.

STATUS: COMPLETED

When Ransom’s latest one night stand lets him know that he’s going to become a father, he finds himself looking for the qualities he never believed to have so he can become the parent he never got to witness as a child.

Part I

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Epilogue

~ drabbles ~

Warnings: pregnancy, smut, terrible family, family fights, self-doubt and inner struggles

A/N: another series that I’m still currently writing. I just really wanted to get some feedback so I can continue to be motivated to write this story, because I’m so excited about it, but writing can become such a lonely job most of the time. Hope you guys like it!

1306 notes • Posted 2021-01-05 00:16:56 GMT

If ur accepting could u write something soft about reader and Cris decor shopping and they find the kid sections and there just like 🥺😩coz both want kids

I thought about this long and hard and I can't stop imagining Chris and reader being best friends who have a baby shower to attend and going into a specialized shop sends them both into a baby fever

"Oh my God," you whisper, holding the tiniest little sock in your hand.

"Chris, look at this!"

And so he did

He didn't want to

He knew the second he focused his eyes on you in this environment

This store filled with babies and everything baby-related

He'd lose the last thread of control he was tightly holding onto, trying to salvage your friendship

Because Lord, did he want to be more than friends

"How can something be this freaking cute?" You asked, showing him the familiar pattern of the shield he held for years in his role as Captain America

And he didn't know if you were referring to the clothing item in your hand or yourself

But it was a close tie in his mind

He swallowed around a dry throat, trying not to focus too much on how badly he wanted to live this experience with you, the same one that had prompted your trip to the store

He hated how his cock hardened at something that was supposed to be innocent and sweet

But you were innocent and sweet and that's why he was sure you'd make the perfect mother

"Chris!" You clasped his wrist, stopping his exploration of onesies, trying to look for the perfect one to give as a gift to your pregnant friend in common

You were staring at a little girl, held by her mother, and she stared at you just as much

She was wearing a kid's costume of your character, and your heart melted at the sight

Chris groaned, not believing what was happening

"Would you take a picture with her?" The mother asked, and you immediately reached out to hold the kid

Chris thought he was going to die, hearing you speak childlike to the baby in your arms, rubbing your nose against hers, and making her giggle

He almost asked the mother for a copy of the photo but held back at the last second

"C'mon, we're gonna be late," he dragged you towards the counter, desperate to get out of the store

You were confused but followed along

You had a party to attend, after all, and you were eager to find out the sex of the baby at the big reveal your friend had planned

Chris was distracted throughout the party

He couldn't tear his eyes away from you

Imagining you with a round belly

You being the one about to welcome a kid into this world

And he realized he couldn't hold back his feelings any longer

Couldn't allow you to go ahead and live out his biggest dreams with some other man

So that evening, when he drove you home, he decided he was going to confess

But you interrupted his plans with a confession of your own

"I really want kids," you sighed, rolling your head to the side to look at him

"If we're both still single in five years, would you have one with me?"

He stopped breathing, unsure of what to say because five years seemed too far away

"I'd have one with you right now," he admitted, to which you giggled, thinking he was joking

"I don't think we're ready for a step that big in the middle of the biggest movie contract we've ever done, dummy."

Silence took over the car as you both thought over what you were discussing

"I mean... We might not be ready for a baby right now, but we sure as hell can practice for it."

You frowned, not understanding what he was implying.

"You wanna babysit?" You assumed, and it was only then that he turned to look you in the eyes.

"I wanna fuck you raw."

1390 notes • Posted 2021-07-14 00:22:13 GMT

Finding You - An A/B/O smut series masterlist

The one where you become a pack’s omega

When you end up being transformed into an omega without any understanding of what it entails, five Alphas find themselves responsible for your well-being. Guess it’s only expected you’d take care of them too, huh?

General warnings: smut, minor angst, multiple sex partners, brothers all having sex with the same person at the same time but no actual sexual relations between them, so I guess no incest?

Status: in progress

I - II - III - IV - V - VI - VII - VIII - IX - X

XI - XII - XIII - XIV - XV - XVI - XVII - XVIII - XIX - XX

XXI - XXII - XXIII - XXIV - XXV - XXVI - XXVII - XXVIII - XXIX - XXX

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This series is intended as a compilation of one-shots, which means that although I’ve written them in a specific order so they have more or less of an arc, it can be read out of order and you can skip whichever chapter you don’t want to read. That being said, I’ll add what are the specific kinks in each chapter so you can skip them if it’s something you’re not that into!

I’m adding a more detailed list of kinks under the keep reading so those who want to be surprised don’t need to be spoiled, but if you have any major triggers please give it a read, as your media consumption is your own responsibility.

Specific warnings: gangbang, poly!relationship, a/b/o dynamics, reverse harem?, shared omega, outdoor sex, size kink, knotting, housewife kink, innocence kink, sound kink, rimming, anal play, anal sex, triple penetration, free use, voyeurism, hate fucking, exhibitionism, orgy, uniform kink, primal play, humiliation kink, degradation kink, spanking, dacryphilia, praise kink, scenting, possessiveness, ruts, begging, edging, somnophilia, sensory deprivation, asphyxiation, hair-pulling, throatfucking, spitting kink, biting kink, deprivation, denial, toys, overstimulation, choking, breeding kink, cumplay, cum marking, creampie, unprotected sex, heats, nesting, lactation play.

1411 notes • Posted 2021-06-21 21:59:01 GMT

Worst Behavior - Chris Evans smut

The one where it was supposed to be a sex scene, but Chris fucked you for real - and he didn’t care that your boyfriend was watching

Warnings: infidelity (reader cheats on oc boyfriend with Chris), smut, exhibitionism, public sex, dirty talk, angst.

Word count: 1.7K

A/N: thank you to my ride or die, @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for looking this over and giving me her thoughts about it. Writing is such a better process with you to scream about it!

Chris’ P.O.V.

I was seething when I burst through her trailer’s door, so out of my mind that the sight of her raising a hand over her heart, clearly startled, didn’t make me feel even remotely guilty.

“So this is it, huh? We’re gonna film this one last scene, and then you’ll be back by his side, like you and I were nothing, like I never even mean anything to you.” Somewhere inside my troubled mind, a tiny, still emotionally sober part of me saw her wiping a stray tear after it immediately fell from her eye, clearly not wanting to show this sign of weakness in front of me.

But again, I was too out of it to care. I wanted her to hurt, I wanted her to feel the pain that I was feeling, after all she put me through. How could she expect me to leave this set like I was the same man that met her? She had fundamentally changed me, by showing me how to love and be loved, how it was possible to find in a single person the answer to all of my needs and desires for my future.

I couldn’t just go on pretending I didn’t know what I knew now. But that’s what she intended to do. She wanted to leave and keep living in the pretense that nothing had changed, that she was still in love with the man waiting for her on set.

I knew for a fact that wasn’t the case. I knew it because there was no way my feelings were one-sided, no way everything we had gone through had only mattered that much to me. I knew her, probably better than I knew myself. And I knew this was all just fear and anxiety, clouding her mind and stopping her from going after what she truly wanted.

Unfortunately, the only way I could process these emotions at the moment was through anger.

“Is that how you see me?” Her sweet voice surprised me, I didn’t expect her to actually respond to my hurt-filled accusations. “Do you think I’m that cruel, that I would just be able to… to leave and forget you like this?”

I huffed, too inside my own mind to relent now. Yes, this is how I saw her, at least at that moment. She was the cause of my hurt, because she was the object of my desires.

“You’re doing this out of your own free will,” I reminded her. “Don’t try to pretend you’re just some innocent little victim in all of this. You have our fate in your hands, and you’re deciding to let it all go to waste.”

At the sight of tears rolling down her cheeks, my decision to leave was made even before she ordered me out of her trailer. I couldn’t stand to see her cry, couldn’t deal with the knowledge that I was the cause for it.

So, once again, I turned that distress into anger.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

The air was chilly on set, and the fact that I was practically naked under the robe didn’t help. Neither did the tension between Chris and I. I wanted to make things right, I wanted to reach over and run my hands over his shoulders, relax the muscles I’d come to know so well. But I couldn’t do that right now. Not with my boyfriend watching us.

So I resigned myself to fiddling with my fingers as we waited for the set to be ready. Since it was one of those artistic sex shots, it would be filmed from a distance and there wouldn’t be any lines or sounds that we had to make, just movements to simulate. Which meant that the few people that were allowed to stay on the set had to watch the whole thing unfold from afar, and we would be free to fake having sex while they filmed us.

I don’t think I realized this could very well be the last time I had Chris this close to me until I had his mouth on mine again. I could still feel the emotions from earlier that day right beneath the surface, boiling his blood as he buried his hand on my hair and devoured my lips like he’d done so many times before.

Good thing the scene called for desperation.

I kissed him back just as desperately, wanting to enjoy every second of this experience, even if it wasn’t exactly what I desired at that time. Chris always kissed me so well, guiding me to where he wanted, and in no time at all he had me sprawled on the bed, underneath his larger body. I couldn’t help but to moan lowly when his lips attached themselves to my jaw, and I felt his smirk against my skin.

I couldn’t blame him. The effect he had on me was incomparable. He had every right to be smug about the sounds he could pull from me, Lord knows I’d cried out his name enough times to permanently puncture my own ear drums.

And still, it didn’t seem like it would be enough. The more he touched me - even if it was under a blanket, for a scene - the clearer it became that it could never be enough. I still wanted him. I wanted him forever, in fact.

But just as the realization occurred to me, his thumb slipped over my covered clit, pressing on the little nub and making me jerk away in surprise. “Shhh…” He directed, making sure to cover my face with his bicep so the camera wouldn’t catch my shock. “Just relax so it doesn’t hurt.”

I didn’t understand what he meant until I felt him pulling the flimsy excuse of underwear aside. That’s when my cunt pulsed, just before he positioned his cock and easily slid right into my wetness.

The feeling of his thickness was too much, especially when I wasn’t expecting it. My mouth fell open in a silent gasp, and he moved his arm so the camera could see it, but also turned his head to the other side so they wouldn’t notice his lips moving as he murmured to me, “Careful, sweetheart. Can’t make any real sounds. Not like the ones I usually pull from you. Wouldn’t want your boyfriend to realize that we’re actually doing it, huh?”

Chris’ P.O.V.

My desire for her ran so deep, I could hear my blood pumping in my veins as I fucked her right in front of her boyfriend. Right in front of everyone from the filming crew, for the camera to see.

I took sick pleasure in knowing this moment would be eternalized for history. Everyone would see just how pretty she looks for me and only for me, and no one would ever know the truth.

No one would ever know the truth. That I had her, that she was mine, but only for a bit. That I got to hold her, and have her screaming my name, but I’d never get to hear it again. I’d never get to have her again.

I didn’t want to have to pretend that I forgot it. Like I didn’t know this other side of her, that we never shared these sexual experiences that felt much more intimate than anything I’d ever shared with anyone else before.

It was hard to pretend that I didn’t care underneath the mask of a character that cared too much, because I was that character. I loved this woman just like he did, and I wanted to show her just how much.

I’d looked for her in everyone I’d met before. Slept with so many women, went out on so many dates, and now here she was, clenching around my cock, reaching for my hand and still, she wasn’t mine.

How can you keep looking for the love of your life if you’ve already met them?

And even if there was emotion - and there was so much emotion, ours or of our characters, it didn’t matter anymore - this felt so dirty, dirtier than anything else we’d ever done before.

I’d had her in so many ways, and still, having her now, right in front of him, brought new feelings I never expected to feel. And I couldn’t suffer through them alone. I needed to make sure she’d acknowledged it too.

“He has no idea, you know,” I whispered, low enough so the only person who could hear was her. Her eyes met mine in surprise, but she kept in character, while I took advantage of my position to taunt her more. “No one has. No one knows you only look like this when you have my dick inside of you.”

A moan broke free from her, making me smile inwardly even though I couldn’t smirk like I wanted to. I let go of one of her hands to push a few strands of hair away from her face, so both the camera and I could get a good vision of her expression.

“You’re such a good girl for me, honey. He could never get you like this. Only I can do that.” The way she clawed at my back made it obvious that I was right. And still, the reality of our situation didn’t allow for me to feel any sort of pride in that.

I didn’t want to stop. I didn’t want to cum and have to pull out of her, let her go back to him and their life as I was left by myself. “I can’t let you go,” I admitted, and her eyes opened up to meet mine, a slight sparkle of understanding in them. “Not like this,” I continued. “Not ever.”

And still, my hips picked up the pace and brought us to that old familiar high, right when I came to terms with the fact that I’d have to leave her. “Baby,” I whispered, this time knowing the microphone would pick it up.

Our eyes connected once more, but this time, there was mostly pain, from my gaze and from hers. I stood there for as long as I could, thumbs brushing over her cheekbones, until the director’s voice freed us from the scene, and then I was forced to leave.

Before I did though, I had one last thing to say.

“I don’t want to have to miss you.”

One thing was certain. It would be impossible to remain professional during the press conference.

1633 notes • Posted 2021-03-04 09:55:14 GMT

Follow you - Chris Evans smut

The one where Chris becomes your roomate and finds out he has a domesticity kink... and more

Warnings: Smut, breeding kink, domesticity kink, friends to lovers, rommates au, pandemic mention, hair-pulling kink, daddy kink, cockwarming, kind of allusion to an age gap, but can be read as reader being into teasing chris

Word count: 4.1k

A/N: Thanks to @mollygetssherlockcoffee for reading this over and helping me make it better! You’re the sweetest person ever! this is for my own birthday celebration challenge! Like I explained here, I’m going to try to fill every single AU I listed with the characters I picked for the challenge, and since the deadline if May 27, these fics will be posted randomly, as I finish them. Hope you guys like it!

Chris’ P.O.V.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” I’d been trying to convince her to close her laptop for the last two hours, unfortunately without any luck. She just glanced at me before returning to her document, and I groaned as I left the living room in search of what I knew we needed.

“Close the laptop and I’ll give you a sip.” This time when she looked up, she found me holding a bottle of my most expensive whiskey, the one she’d been dying to try ever since she first got invited to my place.

It was a tense moment of evaluation while she took in my offer and her workload, her head turning from her computer to me and then back to the device again, and I found himself growing anxious because of how desperately I wanted her company that night.

“Please?” I tried to convince her, even going so far as to pout - which at least earned me a giggle. I considered it a win, especially with the way it made my chest warm up. “C’mon, we deserve it! After the week we had?”

She frowned when she thought back on the stresses we had confided in each other for the last couple of days, and I watched with glee when she slowly closed her laptop, prompting me to wave my arms around in victory. “We?” She teased, getting up to stand before me with her arms crossed in front of her body, making me laugh.

“Alright, so maybe just you.” I couldn’t really deny that my work “problems” paled in comparison to hers. “Listen, I’m only trying to help.” She narrowed her eyes at me, reaching out for the bottle and unscrewing it before taking the sip I’d promised.

“Shit, this really is good.” A smug smile took over my face as I wrapped my arms around her, walking us back to the couch before making us fall over it.

“Only the best for you, babe.” I watched her roll her eyes at the pet name, snickering at how it affected her. I knew it made her giddy and she hated it, it’s why I insisted on doing it - or so I told myself.

Something deep inside of me whispered differently, though. I tried to ignore it. She was my best friend and we were going to be living together for the foreseeable future. No one knew when this pandemic would let up.

And lord knows that nothing positive had ever come out of my investments in romantic relationships. So every rational thought in my mind was begging me not to overcomplicate this. I couldn’t stand to lose her friendship, anyway. That’s why I had invited her to spend lockdown with me - my need to know she was okay, and be able to have her around whenever I needed to vent.

She was the only one outside my family who got my anxiety well enough to help me work through it when I was feeling bad, and she had even been able to prevent me from having panic attacks more than once.

I just couldn’t imagine going through this with anyone other than her. I simply hadn’t anticipated how fucking horny this period of forced sexual privation would make me, and I never expected her to become a willing victim to my needs.

But boy, once the liquor hit and she ended up over my lap, shivering as she rode my thigh without a care in the world, was I glad that she did.

“Is this what you like?” I asked, looking up at her with my mouth hanging open, unbelieving of how fucking sexy she looked as she used my body for her pleasure. I didn’t even care that my cock was straining against my jeans, begging me to move her on top of it. As long as I could keep enjoying the show, being a part of it, I was satisfied.

“I wanna learn it,” I pressed, moving my hands to hold her ass, squeezing it the way I’d always wanted to do but never allowed myself to dream about. “I wanna learn how to please you.” She made me feel something I hadn’t felt before, in any of my past relationships. There was attraction, of course, but there was also this deep, familiar feeling that made me feel at home. It made me feel safe, and with the help of alcohol, I was desperate to explore it.

“Ugh,” she groaned, letting her head fall back, drawing my attention to her breasts, the way they bounced in front of my eyes, unfortunately still covered. My mouth watered at the sight of it, wanting nothing much than to strip her bare and wrap my lips around one of her nipples.

“Don’t say stuff like that, Evans.” The comment threw me off, making me frown as I took a hold of the hair on the back of her head and yanked her to me, devouring her lips. They were soft - so much softer than I’d ever allowed myself to imagine.

“Why not?” I panted against her mouth once I was forced to separate from her taste of whiskey to search for some oxygen. She kept moving, her eyes hazy and glossed over, and it sent a pang of lust straight down my body when I realized it wasn’t completely due to the drinks we shared. There was also desire in there.

“You want to learn?” She asked, hands bunching up my shirt as she used her hold to grind against me faster. “Then fuck me, Chris.” She molded her body to mine, engulfing my lips once more as I laid her down on the couch, excited to have her underneath me - excited to see her naked body, explore it, get to know every little thing that made her tick.

I knew it would be a moment I’d forever remember, regardless of the amount of bourbon in my blood. I just never expected it to become something I was so eager to relive over and over and over again.

It was supposed to be a one time thing. When I woke up in the morning, I was ready to go back to being roommates. We were good at that. She was a morning person, by the time I woke up every morning, she already had breakfast ready for me, and then we’d go out to the backyard to let Dodger out together.

We’d sit and talk and then I’d go for a run - she’d have done her yoga already, while I was still asleep - I’d answer some e-mails, she’d work on her laptop by my side and the silence was just as comfortable as all of our late night conversations.

She’d sneak out to the kitchen and come back with a few sandwiches for our lunch, and then the rest of the day would go by with us doing whatever mundane task we had in mind, together even if we were doing separate things, and I didn’t feel suffocated.

I didn’t even run out of things to say. By the time dinner rolled around and I followed her back to the kitchen, cleaning up the dishes while she fixed us dinner - I wasn’t allowed to cook in my own stove, mostly because she was terrified of my food but hid it under the excuse of that one time when I started a fire - then we’d eat together, watch a movie together, talk until we fell asleep - always together.

I was shocked. It’d never been this way in any of my previous relationships. In fact, I was certain it was the reason why they had never worked. I’d given up on any realistic expectation of settling down precisely because of this: I just never expected to find anyone with whom a day-to-day life wouldn’t eventually grow boring.

It’d been three months and I still loved to wake up to her coffee. We still fell asleep every night side by side, too tired to move into different beds because we had laughed our asses off after skyping Scott.

And now that sex came into play in our relationship? I just knew there was no way I’d ever go back to being nothing but friends - or living in a place where she wasn’t the first person I saw when I woke up.

It sucked that it took a pandemic and a night of alcohol to make me realize that, but damn, was I grateful that I decided to open a bottle of whiskey that evening.

I kept waiting for the catch, the moment it would all go to shit, but it never came. Our lives resumed to how they used to be, only now I had this ongoing inner battle to not just bend her over the nearest piece of furniture when we were busy, and the ability to do exactly that whenever there was nothing else to do.

And for a while it was bliss. There wasn’t a nagging voice inside my head questioning this arrangement because it was theoretically perfect. I had a best friend, a roommate and a fuck buddy, all wrapped into one single person that I adored.

Life couldn’t possibly get better - until I realized that I wanted more. Talks of lockdown being over started and she had plans of going back to her place, of course, but I couldn’t stand the thought of being away from her.

I wanted to see my family too, but I wanted to take her with me. Introduce her to my mom, see her get along with my sisters. Witness how she’d be with my nephews and nieces - I knew how much she loved kids. And that’s when it hit me.

I’d given my heart to her. Somewhere between the morning coffees and afternoon runs, the nights where I’d rant about all of my silly problems and she actually listened to them - really listened, never making me feel bad about what could only be described as rich people problems.

All the innocent little gestures, and the not so innocent ones - when I discovered she was exactly the nasty slut I’d always dreamed of, the way she would randomly drop to her knees and suck me off, even while I was on the phone. Most times she didn’t even let me repay the favor. She just genuinely liked to blow me.

She also liked to play with me randomly, like when we were watching a movie and she mindlessly reached for my crotch, rubbing me until I got hard. It almost always ended in sex, and I just loved it.

I loved it, and I loved her, and the idea of her ever sharing this idyllic lifestyle with anyone else made me irrationally jealous.

And that’s how I knew it. I didn’t want to mess it up. But how could I not fuck this up?

Xxx

“Chris…” Her sweet voice called out to me, reaching my ears while I was hiding in my office, trying to get my thoughts in order so I wouldn’t just randomly blurt out what I was feeling for my best friend to my best friend.

To her credit, she didn’t try to force me to keep her company - but that only made me fall even deeper for her, leaving me a complete and utter mess while she went about her day as if nothing was wrong in the world.

“Yes?” I looked up to see her by the threshold, clearly reticent about invading my privacy. It made me smile, thinking back on all of the times my exes hadn’t been as understanding, even after I let them clearly know what I was needing.

“I made cupcakes, do you want me to bring you one?” The thought of her in the kitchen, baking a sweet treat just for me had my cock twitching in my pants. Biting my lips, I pushed away from my desk to finally get up and stretch my legs, taking advantage of the monitor to hide my hard-on.

“No, I’ll come eat them downstairs with you.” She smiled before leaving, and I soon trailed after her, walking into the kitchen to find the most delicious-looking little treats, just waiting to be devoured.

Much like her, I supposed.

I was reaching for one of them, already licking my lips in anticipation when something caught my eye, prompting me to raise my gaze and look at her again, but really look at her this time.

She was wearing an apron.

There was nothing inherently sexual about the damn thing, but the way she looked with it, going about her business in my kitchen like she owned the place… It just felt right, seeing her there.

And suddenly I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Y/N…” I started, leaving the cupcake back on the counter and brushing off the crumbs as I circled the kitchen island to go stand in front of her. She hummed before turning to meet me, smiling slightly to signal that she was listening to what I had to say.

But I didn’t know how to say it. So we just stood there, staring at each other until eventually her smile became a frown. “Chris, what’s going on?” I still couldn’t speak. Much to my absolute surprise though, she just sighed, wiping her hands on the apron while shaking her head, a knowing smile on her face.

“You’re stressed, aren’t you? You’ve been working so much, that’s why I thought the cupcakes would be a good idea,” she explained nodding towards the tray where her sweet treats laid. “They’re a reward and a break all wrapped in one delicious cake.”

The comment was like a punch to the stomach - or a scalding wave of desire rushing through my body, straight to my groin. The idea of her thinking about my needs and catering (quite literally) to them just did something to me, and I didn’t know how to explain it - I don’t think I understood it myself.

“But since they didn’t work…” she continued, blissfully unaware of the conundrum she had put me into. “I know something else that will definitely work.” And just like that, the woman dropped to her knees in front of me, reaching for my sweatpants before I could find a way to close the mouth that was hanging open.

“I guess I’ll grab a sweet treat for myself.” She looked so devious, small hand encircling my already pathetically engorged member, that all I could do was whisper an, “Oh, shit,” when she immediately wrapped her lips around it, starting to suck me off without any preamble.

My fingers were white as I held onto the counter behind me to keep myself up. She looked so good, staring up at me with her lips wrapped around my dick, I felt like I was about to blow already.

Why did she have to be such a fucking tease?

“Oh, God,” I moaned when she managed to engulf the entirety of my member inside her throat, the choking noises getting to my head. My hand instinctively laced with her hair, first to hold her lips close to my navel, then to pry her completely off of my member.

“What’s wrong?” She questioned once she was able to speak, surprise written all over her features while I was still staring down at her slightly teary face and trying to find my voice.

“I-I have a problem.” There. I said it. I had finally made some progress in my goal to let her know what was going through my head. Only instead of curiosity, what I got was a confused expression from the woman still holding my dick, her eyes darting from my own to the member throbbing between her fingers.

“No, you don’t!” It would have been funny if I wasn’t so fucking frustrated. Yanking her by the hair, I complained, “Not that kind of problem!” pulling her to the living room so I could throw her on the couch, trying to ignore her moans of pleasure in the process.

I’d figured out pretty early on that she had a pretty serious hair-pulling kink, and if my plans of sitting down and having a level-headed conversation were ever in motion, they surely went out of the window the second she pulled my body down to cover hers and adjusted my cock so it would easily fill her.

“Son of a…” I groaned, letting my head fall down against her chest as the little vixen gleefully giggled underneath me, legs wrapped around my torso as she tried to thrust up and tempt me to move.

“Just wait a second,” I managed to reason, but she just shook her head.

“Fuck away your problem, Chris. Use me. I want you to.” Motherfucker. I really couldn’t catch a break with her. Just as she started to make me move again, my hand instinctively wrapped around her neck, lightly squeezing it just enough to get her to shut up.

“I wanna start a family with you,” I finally spilled, looking deep into her eyes as I tried to ignore that I was still balls deep inside of her. Her eyes widened, and now her mouth was the one hanging open.

I couldn’t really relish in it because she looked absolutely delicious and she felt stupidly heavenly to my throbbing dick.

A few seconds went by without as much of a reaction from her and I was about to pull out - despite still being achingly hard - but her legs held me tighter, stopping my plans of leaving her tight haven.

“You know…” She started to speak, a little out of breath, catching my attention as I finally gathered the courage to look her in the eye again. “When I first met you, I thought you were the epitome of a fuckboy.”

The unexpected sentence had me snorting, and then I just couldn’t stop laughing. Finally pulling away from her, she fixed her hair when she sat up and I did the same, shaking my head slightly as I rubbed my eyes.

Our own relative nakedness - well… mine, she was wearing her usual dress with no underwear under the damn apron - didn’t affect anything when I pondered over her words, until I decided to break the silence.

“I mean… I think I was?” She chewed on her bottom lip as she took in my response, analyzing it, weighing its validity in that gorgeous head of hers. I was nervous, but she hadn’t blew me off yet. And quite honestly? I’d do anything for that little hope that was growing inside of me.

“What changed?” Was her question, so unexpected I couldn’t help but question, “Huh?”

“What made you change?” It wasn’t an unwelcome inquiry, especially when the response became clear to me, lighting up my brain and warming my chest, spreading all over my body until I had no choice but to voice it.

“I realized I could have a future with you.” My smile was vulnerable but honest, and in her eyes, I could see that she knew that. When she threw one leg over my lap, straddling my hips, I allowed myself to breathe deeply again, leaning on the soft cushion while taking a hold of her ass.

“So, how are we gonna do this?” She non-nonchalantly asked, slowly rubbing herself against my still half-hard member. I groaned when I realized the implication of her words, knowing that the meaning paired with the feeling of her wet lips dragging along my cock would get it back up in no time at all. “You wanna do me right now?”

The brashness of the question made my eyes light up, as weird as it may sound. In that moment, it became clear just how perfect for me she really was, giving me what I needed exactly in the way I didn’t know how to ask for it.

“See? This is why I’m in love with you.” She rolled her eyes at that, making me laugh. I’d anticipated the gesture, I knew it’d take her longer to say it, but it was alright. The fact that she was willing me to give me a child was more than enough proof of her feelings for me, if her entire behavior ever since she moved in wasn’t already.

“Shut up and fuck me, Evans.” Throwing her back against the couch, she yelped in surprise when I took off my shirt and slapped the inside of her thigh, assuming my usual position of hovering over her smaller frame.

“Spread your fucking legs, darling. I’m gonna fuck you real good.” The way she bit her lip as I slowly penetrated her again showed me just how excited the prospect got her, and as I started to make good on my promise, her moans told me just as much.

“Holy fuck,” she commented as I pounded her ruthlessly, weeks of frustration and the rush of anticipation getting the best of me, and I was glad for the feeling of her nails biting into my skin because otherwise, I’d probably run over the edge of not even caring about her own pleasure as I chased mine.

“You gonna cum inside of me, honey? Make me a mom? Finally fulfill your dream of becoming a daddy?” Her words detracted me from my task of sucking bruises on the skin that was now mine to bruise, mine. I threw my head back, yelling a, “fuck yes,” as my hips sped up, desperate to fill her up, but I was determined to get her to cum before me.

“Say it,” she ordered, small hand circling my throat as best as she could, a throwback to what I’d done only moments prior. It wasn’t enough to choke me, but it did catch my attention. “I wanna hear you say it.”

Tears escaped the corners of my eyes as I blinked, the intensity of the moment overwhelming in the best of ways. “God, you are such a fucking tease…” She chuckled underneath me, giving my throat a squeeze before she raised up on her elbows to kiss my jaw.

“Better get used to it… daddy.” And just like that, I realized that I had yet another kink I hadn’t known about before her. Or maybe it was just her, and I was obsessed with the damn woman, painfully turned on by every little thing that she did.

“I’m gonna cum deep inside your little pussy, sweetheart,” I finally gathered myself enough to do as she asked me to. “You’re gonna belong to me forever now. Give me kids, make me happy. How do you like that?”

The mischievous grin she gave me told me everything. “I love it.” I knew this was her way of saying what she couldn’t yet voice, and I’d take it. I’d take anything she gave me, any chance I got to love this wonderful woman.

We came together, both riding our highs in deep ecstasy. I moaned when I felt myself empty all of my seed inside of her, incredibly excited about the prospect of starting our future together right then.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” I cradled her face in my hands as I struggled to catch my breath, but she turned it to the side and pressed a kiss to my palm and I was breathless all over again. It was such a simple action, why did it get to me so much?

“You’re not too bad yourself, Chris.” I didn’t want to part with her warmth, so I just adjusted us on the sofa in a way that kept me inside of her, sighing contently as I realized I’d never have to sleep away from her again.

“I’m gonna stay right here all night.” I adjusted myself so I was resting my face on her boobs, perfectly happy to do just so, but by the tone of her voice, I knew she had a teasing smile when she called me an, “Old man.”

“And here I was, thinking you’d be able to go again.” Warmth filled my chest at the realization of just how badly she wanted me - just as much as I wanted her too. I was so damn ecstatic. Not even her pokes at my age would be able to affect me.

“Oh, darling… better get ready,” I warned as I adjusted myself to hover over her again, taking notice of the excited glint in her eyes, the way she bit her lip as she stared back at me. “I’m never gonna get enough of you.”

The next morning, I added a new kink to the list of random bits of information that were driving me slowly insane as I felt the overwhelming need to bend the woman that I now got to call ‘mine’ over the nearest piece of furniture and rail her until I had cummed deep inside her pussy: seeing her in my shirt while cooking breakfast.

Yeah, I was going to live a happy life by her side.

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atzsslut · 4 years ago

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requested by @let-this-be-a-lesson from this, and this list.

chosen prompt(s) :

#1 - “Is that my sweater?”

#11 - “If you were my boyfriend/girlfriend/partner, I’d probably never stop staring at you.”

pairing : bang chan x fem ! reader

genre : fluff

warnings : long time best friends, very obvious crushing, kind of more than friends (unidentified relationship) to lovers, implied slow burn

word count : 2.4k words

You promised to meet Chan almost an hour ago.

The adrenaline coursed through your body as you ran out of the bathroom after a shower, which was relatively dangerous but you didn’t care, sprinting back to your room to get into some decent clothing.

As you looked at yourself in the mirror, you almost punched it from the frustration. But you didn’t, of course, as if you didn’t have enough bad luck already.

Are you that stupid to have fallen asleep on the couch? You thought to yourself. You were much too thankful that you already washed your hair in the morning, so it looked good enough now.

As you dropped your towel, you swore that you’ve never grabbed such a mismatched set of underwear and bra before, but it didn’t matter. You’d opt yourself to become quicksilver if it was for Chan.

Your hands let themselves skim through until your phone lit up on top of your cupboard and showed three notifications from the man himself. You froze in your spot reading the following messages.

chan: okay :( if u insist [5:02 PM]

chan: but since u seem tired [5:03 PM]

chan: i’ll pick u up since i’m only 10 mins away [5:03 PM]

Your mind went back to when you had woken up to three missed calls from Chan, various texts asking if you were alright since you never missed a ‘hangout’. At least, that’s what you two always called your frequent meets.

Your first instinct was to call him back, your voice rather nasally from the blocked nose you always got after sleeping. His kind voice kept replaying in your head;

“Chan, I’m so so sorry-”

“Oh, did you just wake up?”

“I.. yes. Yes I did. I’m so sorry, I fell asleep because I ran a million errands up until 3pm.”

“Hey, no. It’s okay. It’s not your fault. Do you want to move our hangout to some other day? I think I’m quite free this week.”

“No, no. I need to see you, honestly. My stress has piled up and it’ll be great to see you. You always cheer me up.”

“I try my best, Y/N. I’ll wait for you as long as you’d like. Go get ready!”

“Will do, Mr. Bang. Thank you so so much!”

The last thing you heard after the call ended was his farewell that was mixed in with his infectious laugh, and that was when you ran towards the shower to get the thin layer of sweat that always came after a nap in the living room.

Your fingers quickly typed away a ‘did god send u down to me as my angel or smthn THANK U BANG CHAN’ before going back to rushing to pick out a nicer outfit.

Because of him willing to pick you up, you had an extra ten minutes to get ready but your mind was still blank from the adrenaline rush. You had picked yourself out a cream-coloured pleated skirt, but you had no idea what to pair it with until you saw a familiar black sweater pushed to the back of the drawer.

You weren’t too sure why it was familiar to you, but it was nice enough for you to use with the skirt. For a reason you couldn’t pinpoint, it hugged your body well enough, but the area where you could see the stitch of the shoulders were clearly too broad for you, falling around the middle of your upper arms.

Strange, you thought, I don’t remember buying this but it’s so comfortable.

And just like he said, Chan was there in ten minutes, voice heard through your apartment intercom, asking you to come downstairs. Although you tried to ignore it, you were excited just from hearing his voice through that old system speaker.

Taking the elevator down to the lobby, you smiled seeing the boy standing around, clearly waiting for you to come down, as he kept shifting his feet.

It was music to his ears as well when he heard you call out his name. Although he would never admit it, or so he thinks, he swore that he heard a hymn whenever ‘Chan’ spilled from your lips. But he shook that away when he reached in for a side hug.

“Hey you.” he said, “You look awfully fresh for someone who just woke up.”

“I work my magic.” you boasted, not wanting to admit the fuss you made for him. Since Chan was a bit taller than you, not by too much (which you teased him about, but he only let it be because it was you), you held onto him as well by slinging your arm around his waist.

And as you both walked to the parking lot at the front, stuck together like two pieces of paper with a hefty amount of glue in the middle, that was when Chan stopped right in front of his car.

You looked at him with concern, thinking that he’d probably left something inside, “Did you forget something?”

He paused, looking at you with the face he’d make whenever Felix did something strange. That wasn’t new, but you felt flustered when he let you go and stood in front of you, arms crossed, eyes checking out your whole body.

You looked at him strange, not understanding what he was doing. Your hand only clutched your bag strap harder, not understanding the situation. But before you could say anything, he cut you off.

“Is that my sweater?”

And the realization hit you.

A few months ago, Chan had gone to your place to spend some time with you after not getting to meet you for three weeks. But of course, the two of you did not look at the weather forecast when a rainstorm dawned over the whole of Seoul.

You insisted that Chan should not be driving in this weather in fear of a accident, but he did have to get his car to the indoor parking lot incase it began to hail. However, once he had gotten back, the umbrella you had given him was soaked and so was he, the two of you getting into a hysterical laughing fit at the state he was in.

In all seriousness, you did quickly get him out of the clothes he was wearing and washed them, shyly looking away when he directly began to take his shirt off in the living room until you yelled “Chan! I have a bathroom!”

However, as the night passed, after he slept in the same bed as you, finding his arm around your waist in the morning to which he quickly pulled away in surprise— he left with only his jeans and socks that had been dry cleaned.

“Oh shit, this is your sweater!” you swore, the event having replayed itself in your forgetful mind, “I’ll clean it after this and give it back to you.”

“Oh, no. You look better in it than I do.” he complimented.

In between your reminiscing, he had clicked the car key, making the vehicle make the familiar unlocking sound and flashing lights. Running over to your side, he opened the door for you.

“M’lady.” he offered,

“M’Chan.” you joked, only to laugh for a bit then go in with a murmured, “Sorry that was cheesy.”

“It was!” he admitted, yelling so you could hear him through the car glass since you closed the door already. He did his little jog over to the drivers seat and went it rather smoothly, not that you were impressed by that.

“So, arcade?” he asked, smiling when you nodded and tapped excitedly on his dashboard.

Once again, in ten minutes, the two of you had reached the destination, quickly running out as if the both of you were six, and not in your early 20s.

As you ran into building, fluorescent hitting your eyes with a familiar nostalgia coming alongside them, much too familiar from the high school days of you and Chan going to another arcade that was already closed down now.

“So, what do you want to do first?” you asked, as if you didn’t guess the answer already.

Chan looked forward, scanning the place more and finally seeing a row of big, bulky, metal boxes that couldn’t be missed. He pointed at them, rather cutely to add, smiling down at you.

You gave him an excited grin back, happy that you guessed right in your head. You walked ahead, pleased to hear him tread behind you at a faster pace to catch up with you.

Drawing back the curtain, the two of you went inside and swiped the arcade card that you had because of several trips that were forced by your auntie with your little cousins. Luckily, there was still money inside.

The recognizable ‘twinkling’ sound of the photo booth rang in both your ears, opting you to choose the frame decor, etc.

And as the screen showed both your faces, a robotic voice was heard through the same speakers at the sides of the booth, stating ‘please move more towards the centre, thank you’

But if anyone were to look inside, you and Chan were already considerably close, especially since the bench space wasn’t wide at all. But you side-eyed the boy, scooting closer to him as he did the same to you.

You felt his arm squish against yours, feeling flustered at the sudden contact.

“Can..uh..” he trailed, “Can I put my arm around you? I.. I think it’ll make the pictures look less awkward, don’t you think?”

“Y-yeah!” you responded a bit too enthusiastically. Clearing your throat, you gave him the gentle smile that he could never hate, “Yeah. Go ahead, Chan.”

He did as he asked. Unlike the playful hug that you two had shared in your apartment lobby, this one felt more intimate, especially when you saw the screen reflecting the two of you.

You could feel his rings dig against his cotton sweater on your body, assuming now that it was yours, comfortable enough for you to feel secure— at home. Nevertheless, you always felt that Chan was your home.

Your eyes fixated on the screen as you moved forward to press the red button that would soon make you both take simultaneous pictures together.

We look good together, you thought to yourself, Wait what? Shut up.

But why did this feel different? You two had taken hundreds of photos together, varied with ridiculous, attractive, and unnecessary ones. But you swallowed that wondering lump in your throat, quickly dismissing it as you posed with Chan for each one, your vision rather blurry for a reason you couldn’t pinpoint.

And as the twelve clicks ended, Chan stood up first. You were quite upset about the absence of his embrace, but didn’t mind it when he smiled at you like he always did,

“Let’s see the pictures.” he held his hand out for you to take, which you graciously did, feeling the pit of your stomach drop as you, as per usual, questioned what your relationship with him was at this point.

The two pairs of feet, albeit the both of you were wearing matching shoes on accident, met their way towards the printing area. Looking at the screen which read 99% complete, Chan heard the sound of the photo paper hit the stopper that avoided the prints from falling on the ground.

He bent down and took it, showing it to you. Naturally, your arms went around his left bicep, hugging it to look closer. Chan sucked in his breath, knowing that if he was in a cartoon right now, his brown head of hair would be sticking up in all places as a silhouette of his heart pumped dramatically out of his chest.

It was ironic, as most of your friends would say; it was ironic how you two hugged often but got shy whenever your hands would simpy graze, it was ironic how you two were so affectionate yet were so resistant, and it was very ironic that your ‘hangouts’ weren’t dates at this point.

He watched as you pointed at his face from top to bottom, questioning,

“You’re not even facing the camera in most of these! Stop looking at me and look at the lens next time. Do you want to retake these?”

Your question wasn’t too hard, but you didn’t understand why Chan looked at you with such solemn eyes, his eyebrows knitted together as if he was frustrated. But the look was soon replaced with one that held adoration, but that only increased your confusion.

“I mean.. we don’t have to retake these, Chan. What do you want to do?”

“If you were my girlfriend, I’d probably never stop staring at you.”

He didn’t know why he said that. Not a bone in his body was willing to let that out but his mind decided to play a little game of “thinking out loud”. The impulsivity of the statement made the two of your freeze in front of the photo booth.

But there was something that the both of you knew, something that neither of you wanted to admit. You had been friends for too long, had been too close for too long, but what was different now?

Why, after more than ten years of being best friends, was now the best time for you two to be together?

But something resided within you, and in Chan as well. This was to atone for all the pain you two had experienced without one another. You and Chan always wondered why you’ve always loved, but never been in love truly. All this time, the person that was it from the start was right in front of your faces, but pent up denial never allowed it to happen.

Until now.

Somewhere, somehow, this was the universe’s way of telling you that today was that day. You woke up late, wore his sweater, and Chan had slipped up with his thoughts aloud. It made sense.

So, you took a small step forward.

It felt as if the gravity between your feet and floor was much heavier than before, especially watching Chan’s jaw clench out of nervousness, but you knew it was just you mustering up a ton of courage to finally ask,

“Who’s stopping you from asking?”

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winterdrag0n · 3 years ago

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Welcome!

Hello and welcome to my humble writing corner.

I don’t write explicit smut, but I do write explicit angst, so if overanalysing your feelings and drowning in tragic backstory are your things, do join me.

Human connections inspire me.

You can call me A.J. I travel a lot and I am a romantic (I love hard— and this could be a double-edged sword). Stories you found here could be written in the corner of a bus station, in a crammy economy window seat airplane.

James Buchanan Barnes is my muse. He’s a complex character with interesting layers waiting to be explored.

I am in my late twenties and had a fair share of loves and heartbreaks that inspired my writings.

Send me prompts, messages, stories, anything at my ask. I’d love to connect!

What I've been reading

Before I was a writer, I was a reader too. So let me share with you my favourite fanfictions. Usually I will reblog and write an essay about how much I love them. Use this tag on my blog: AJ fic rec

What I've been writing

I mostly write series, taking times on building characters' back stories are so fun. I'm currently writing my next project of Boxer!Bucky x Reader. I'll post a teaser when I'm ready. I am also trying to write some one-shot to participate in the Bucky Barnes Appreciation Week 2022.

But if you want to read completed works, here they are (please mind the warnings and ratings):

Solace (20.5K) *18+

Pairing: Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: After years of living abroad, you’re finally back to New York with a failed marriage and a flashy new job at Art Gallery. In your cousin Steve’s wedding, you meet Bucky again. Your relationship with Bucky had been complicated, to say the least. He had been your childhood enemy, friend with benefits and drinking buddy. But this time, with new circumstances, the two of you might find solace in each other.

Treasure (73K) *18+

Pairing: Bucky x Fem!Reader; Steve x Fem!Reader

Summary: Steve Rogers showed up at the right time, when you were finally in a good place after years of therapy dealing with your trauma. His dreamy eyes, lovable personality and oh, god— so perfect body made it easy to fall in love with him; and everything seemed perfect until a ghost from the past came knocking on your door. This ghost, whom you thought had vanished, appeared at your boyfriend’s birthday party as none other than… his childhood best friend. That was when things got complicated and you knew you’d have your heart broken all over again.

Relapse (4.9K) *18+

Pairing: Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: You hit jackpot when you moved to New York 2 years ago and got yourself a hot neighbor, who offered an arrangement to be your Friends With Benefit. You knew it was a recipe for disaster because you obviously had feelings for him. Your luck didn't stop because you met Mickey in Greece and he might cure you from Bucky Barnes addiction. Or are you just incureable?

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sellyoursoulforagoodfic · 3 years ago

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Monstrous Secrets Chapter 8

Eris Vanserra x reader

Word Count: 1720

Summary: You and a couple of the guys have a heart-to-heart

You were home, or rather, you were in the physical place where you lived. It was difficult to call Velaris ‘home’ when your home was really a person, your mate. It was even harder to call this place home since Azriel started looking at you like he wanted to spit on you at any given moment. You’d expected to be treated that way once everything came to light, but that didn’t mean that you didn’t loathe it with every fiber of your being.

It was in a fit of this general discontent that you found yourself sitting on the ground of the balcony outside the House of Wind’s library. A bottle of wine, half empty already based on the weight of it, dangled from your fingertips as you stared blankly into the fire and longed for the male that could make such flames dance like sprites. Eris’s notes from your time apart rested on the ground before you, some resting against or on your leg because you’d simply dropped them after reading.

“Cass told me I’d find you here,” Rhys said as his feet entered your field of view. “Though I’ll admit I thought he was exaggerating how much you’d been drinking.”

Your eyes darted over to the other two, empty bottles you’d abandoned back when you’d been sitting in a chair. “Yes, well, you know how my tolerance is.”

“Considering how many men you’ve drunk under the table? Yes, I’m fully aware.” Now, he brought himself low enough that he could meet your eye on your own level. The most powerful High Lord, kneeling beside his low fae cousin on the ground.

You snorted at the sheer ridiculousness. “Whatcha doing here, Rhys? I figured you’d be off with Feyre.”

“She had things to discuss with Amren or else she’d be here talking to you with me.”

You took another drink. “Well in that case, lay it on me.” Your arms spread wide dramatically, one hand holding the bottle, the other a letter; your wings flared slightly behind you in an effort to keep you balanced. “Ask me anything you want! I assume it’s about that gorgeous mate of mine.”

He rolled his eyes and took the bottle from you. “I won’t insult you bya skiing what Azriel wants me to.” Rhysand took a long drink.

“Oooooh, let me guess!” You did your best to make your face as stoic as the shadowsinger’s. “Have I been selling secrets to the Autumn Court?”

“Close,” he snickered. “Has she been giving away secrets to the Autumn Court?”

You scoffed. “As if I’d give them away for free!”

“Sweetheart, you’d never spill them either way.” His eyes were somber, caring. “You would never betray us like that, so I have no need to ask.”

“Then what do you need to ask?”

“First, I want to ask about your bargain.”

“You makin’ sure I didn’t give away anything important?”

“I want to know that it was your choice to make whatever deal it was.”

Your brain stalled out in light of his genuine concern after so many days of people being wary of you, and your buzz fizzled a little because of it. “It was a deal of protection,” you explained seriously. “He’ll watch my back as long as I watch his sort of thing.” You stole back the bottle to take another drink. “And what a fucking job I did.”

“You couldn’t have done anything against her,” he assured you, “and if you had tried, more likely than not, you’d both be dead right now.”

“Whatever, Rhys,” you scoffed. “What else?”

“You are not less than him because you’re Illyrian.” You’d known the topic was coming, but you didn’t expect him to be quite so blunt. “And if he treats you like you are, I’ll kill him myself.”

“Then you can stop worrying, because he doesn’t. Hasn’t even said anything to imply it--get that look off your face right now. Anything he said to you was an act because we were backed into a nightmare of a corner, and you know it. Anyway, he hasn't made any jabs implying it--accidentally or otherwise--since we first got together.”

“Put a stop to that, did you?” He was smirking as he swiped the bottle back to drink once again.

“Of course.” You hesitated. “But he and I are both aware of what others will think; just look at your parents. That’s why, or at least part of why, we kept quiet about the whole thing.”

Rhysand was nodding as if pleased.

“That all you’ve got, cousin?”

A little snort escaped his nose. “As far as being concerned goes, we’ll say yes for now.”

“And as far as everything else?”

“Since you’ve so cruelly left your poor cousin in the dark about your relationship for--how long was it again?”

“‘Bout five hundred years--”

“Five hundred years! Because you've left me in the dark for so long, I want to know everything about the two of you.”

“Everything?”

“Everything.” He waved a hand a little. “That you’re willing to share, of course.”

“Rhys . . . I don’t . . .” You weren’t used to this. You’d never had to share anything about your relationship before. You weren’t good at talking about yourself. “I don’t know where to start.”

A low hum rumbled through the air along with the telling thuds of someone else’s boots.

“Why don’t you start with that letter you’re holding?” Cassian abruptly dropped down next to you, so close he was lightly pressed against your side. It was such a casual closeness that the pair of you had had for centuries, and you didn't realize how much you loved it until it was missing. Its presence now brought tears to your eyes, but none fell.

Blinking them back, you stammered, “Um. It’s how we talked . . . when we couldn’t see each other.” A self-deprecating chuckle ripped its way up from your throat. “Apparently he’d been sending them since just after Amarantha, and I never knew since I don’t live down there anymore. I’m only just now getting around to reading them.” Carelessly, you handed it over to Cassian. “You can read it if you want; I was going through them all, but I can’t exactly see straight enough to read anymore.”

He eyed you warily before opening it gently. Clearing his throat before he read,

“I hope you are doing well, and I hope moreso that you have not finally come to your senses and decided to leave me. I’ve been trying to keep my emotions from bothering you in case you have, but Father has proven to be harsher than ever before in light of everything that has happened over the last half-century. It’s all I can do to keep him from deciding to hunt down Lucien.

Cauldron, I don’t even know if you’re receiving these messages or if you even care and yet here I am droning on about my own problems. I’ll leave this here, then.

I miss you, and I love you always,

Eris”

Both men were silent for a breath.

“Who would have thought that Eris Vanserra of all people would be so rambling in a letter?” Cassian eventually teased--only slightly awkwardly--to break the quiet.

“He stopped trying to be eloquent in our notes about five years in.” Your buzz was definitely on the way out now, and you found yourself listlessly leaning against Cassian. Neither male commented about the more romantic sentiments in the letter. You wondered why that was. For your privacy or their own comfort so they didn’t have to think about the fact that Eris did in fact have feelings.

“What’s the first thing you think of when you think about him?” Rhysand prompted quietly, obviously wanting to know more about the relationship despite the awkward aura that’d descended upon the little group.

It may have been because you were actively looking at a fire, but you didn’t really have to think about the words that came tumbling out of your mouth. “Did you know that he can make shapes out of flames? He used to make little dogs and foxes to play with Lucien when Beron would upset him.”

“I thought he hated that kid,” Cassian mused.

“He had to keep his distance to keep Beron’s attention away from him; he swore to his mother that he’d protect him.”

“What else comes to mind?”

You swallowed thickly. “He interrogated me about how to care for my wings when I showed up injured once.”

Rhys’s violet eyes flashed. “Injured?”

“Took a bad crash through some trees on the way to see him; I think I was dodging some scouts. Either way, he hounded me about it until I taught him all I could.”

“Seriously?” Cassian again.

“Yeah.” You could feel the dopey smile spread across your face, but you didn’t want to stop it. “Cleaning, first-aid, the whole deal. And the best part? He never has cold hands.”

“Unlike you, huh?” Rhys teased. “Nothing but cold hands.”

“Truer words never spoken,” and unexpected but familiar voice said from behind you.

As soon as you laid eyes on him, you were stumbling to your feet.

There was a warmth in his eyes that had nothing to do with flames when he caught you and pulled you close.

Immediately, you buried your face in his neck. “How?” you whispered into the pale skin there.

Eris’s hand moved to rest atop your wing where it was tucked against your back, sending a delightful shiver down your spine. “That would be a question for your High Lady.”

You glanced over your shoulder and saw that, sure enough, Feyre was now holding hands with the now-standing Rhys. “I thought you were with Amren?”

“I lied,” Rhys shrugged. “Eris was down there plotting with Keir, so I asked her to go grab him for you since you’ve been feeling down.”

When tears started welling up in your eyes, you blamed the alcohol. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you, little cousin. Now, I think it’s time for us to turn in.” His eyes shifted to look at your mate; surprisingly his gaze wasn’t near as icy as you would have expected. “Take care of her.”

“Until my dying breath.”

“Never a simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’ with you people,” Cassian scoffed, “is there?”

You smirked on behalf of your husband. “Never.”

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