#this popped into my head between fever dreams

[lucky-cat-13]

Wei Wuxian, sick: I feel like death!

Wen Ning: ...

Wei Wuxian: ... Sorry.

[loljaeyunz]

SENSATION

PAIRING Sim Jake x f!reader x Park Sunghoon

CONTEXT You don't know how it happened but you found yourself between two hot men for a long night. Yes that's the context.

WARNINGS SMUT! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! unprotected sex (dont try this irl unless u want surprises), sub/dom dynamics, p without plot, threesome, grinding, fingering, jake teases a lot both reader and sh, manhandling, dirty talk, praising, bulge kink, slapping, crying from pleasure, a little bit pain kink, slight choking, jake is a dom while sunghoon is switch! or sub! (idk which one) 🌚 aaand aftercare (let me know if i forgot)

WORD COUNT 2.9k

NOTE this is straight up filth and idk how tf i come up with this 😭 english is not my first language so there could be grammatical errors. Also this is my first time writing something very explicit i have no idea if the smut is accurate or not 💀 i just wanted to write filth ok 😭 anyways, comments, rbs and feedbacks are highly appreciated

Jake feels like he's losing overall control of his body as his hands wander around your curves along with Sunghoon's hands. The more they pull you closer to their body, the more he can feel the intoxication coursing through his veins intensify with each moment. A feeling they have been craving. 

You, on the other hand, feel yourself on cloud 9 as two pairs of hands explore your body with so much desire. You let out a breathy gasp when you felt one of the hands cup your breast over your top. 

“You're so sensitive, darling.” You hear Jake's muffled voice as he continues to leave wet kisses all over your jawline. 

Your breath comes to a halt with Sunghoon's lips capturing yours, kissing you messily. He nibbles your lower lip and elicits a moan from you, giving him a chance to insert his tongue into your mouth to explore you further. He takes off your top between messy kisses and leaves you bare-chested before their lustful eyes. 

With Sunghoon's mouth on you, you don't notice Jake's hands lowering until they reach the band of your shorts or how he starts to take them off, leaving you only in your panties. 

Jake leaves open-mouthed kisses on your back, waist, and thighs, wanting nothing but to devour your whole body, yet he restrains himself from doing so. He needs to savour every second of this moment to quench his thirst for you. 

“Her lips taste like cherry wine, Jake. You need to taste it yourself.” The pale boy lets your lips with a pop sound and says to the man behind you, smirking. 

Jake instantly grabs your chin, turning your head to dip his mouth onto yours, eager to have a taste for himself. He hums at the flavor of your lips and kisses you as if he has been a starved man for years. Meanwhile, you feel Sunghoon’s mouth moving gradually from your neck to your breasts, leaving wet traces along the way. He bites the flesh rather lightly that you don't even realize, so intoxicated with Jake's plump lips. 

Sunghoon's mouth sucking on your nipple and one hand kneading your other breast send jolts to your lower regions. You desperately whine into Jake's mouth because of the sensation. 

Jake feels you're grinding your ass onto his groin and lets out a groan. His hands move to your hips, guiding your movements as much as his own. 

You tug at the shoulders of the shirt of the man in front of you, yearning for it to be gone and to feel his body underneath your fingertips. 

“You want my shirt off, love?” Sunghoon smiles cockily at your eager hands, then takes your hands in his and guides them to his button-up, allowing you to take the lead as he watches you like a hawk.

You unbutton his shirt hastily while you continue to grind yourself on the man behind you. Jake's hands never once leave your hips as he moans into your ear, letting you know how good you're doing for him.

Jake feels like his body is burning. With each movement of your hips, he feels a fever creeping up and makes him sweat. Your body molds with him so naturally as if they are two pieces of a puzzle. He has dreamed about this exact moment for so long that nothing could hold him back now. 

You take off Sunghoon's shirt and roam your hands around his firm shoulders and biceps, taking in every inch of his skin. You lean in to kiss his tempting neck and you hear Sunghoon's whines, even though he tries to muffle them. 

The three of you become so consumed by lust that you don't even notice yourselves automatically walking to the direction of bed. 

Sunghoon goes for your lips one more time as he simultaneously works his hands to unbuckle his belt. The clashing sound of metal only turns you on more, while Jake caresses your torso with delicate touches and  kisses your earlobe.

You watch as the pale man undresses completely before your eyes. He takes off his boxers last, and the sight of his length causes your legs to tremble. You're certain that if it weren't for Jake's hands holding onto you, you would have fallen to the ground already.

Sunghoon chuckles at the ravenous look in your eyes. “It is all gonna be yours tonight, my love.”

He lays against the headboard, the dim light illuminates his naked figure alluringly. 

“Go on, baby, sit on him.” Jake urges you towards Sunghoon, his hands still on your hips, he guides you to bed.

You straddle yourself above Sunghoon's cock and you moan as his tip makes contact with your clothed core. Jake takes his place behind you again and puts his hands on your hips and starts working you on Sunghoon's cock. He moves you back and forth and simultaneously grinds his clothed cock on your ass, causing all of you to let out breathy moans. 

“Ah, fuck, Jake!” You whine shamelessly to the stimulation. Your head rests on Jake's shoulder as you allow him to move you at the pace he wants. The slickness between your legs feels so uncomfortable as it drenches your panties. And as if Jake knows what you're thinking, one of his hands slips into them. His fingers caress your pussy lips and collect some of your wetness. You can't help but squirm in his hold, anticipating him to just sink his fingers into you. 

“Please,” You plead. 

“Hmm, please what? What do you need, darling?” he teases, knowing very well what you want. 

“Fingers, please, Jake. Just anything, Jake.” 

Jake grins at your desperate plea, relishing the control he has over you. He sinks his finger in your hole ever so slowly, just to make you beg for more of him. 

On the verge of tears, you cry out his name, desperately trying to grasp his arms to urge him to go faster, all the while pleading with him. 

He finally gives in to your sweet begging and fastens his finger inside you, maintaining an animalistic pace. Your body convulses around his fingers making it difficult for you to hold yourself up properly. His free hand grasps your throat to prevent you from collapsing onto Sunghoon. 

You look down at Sunghoon beneath you as he watches you so endearingly getting fingered by his best friend. You still can feel his cock as hard as a rock against your thigh but he only watches you without making any sound or move. His eyes flick between your face and your bouncing breasts and sometimes where Jake's fingering you but the panties you're still wearing limits his view, which annoys him.

“Take off that damn thing Jake, I can't see anything.” 

Jake takes his fingers out of you with his friend’s words, making you whine in need. He tears your panties so easily that you gasp at him. Then he inserts his fingers in you again, giving the man beneath you a good show. 

Sunghoon licks his lips as he observes the glistening wetness of your cunt,  more slick pouring down with every move of Jake's fingers.

“Need to get you wet and ready for Hoon, right, baby?” Jake breaths in your ear, continuing to work his finger in and out rapidly. His other hand finds its way again to your throat but now harshly gripping it. You love the way he applies pressure to your windpipe, stealing your breath away. 

Jake feels your walls convulse more around his fingers, indicating that you're close to your release. His thumb starts drawing circles on your clit, and his mouth drops to suck on the back of your neck. He fights the urge to sink his teeth into your flesh, barely restraining himself.

“Jake, Jake, I'm so close, please don't stop, oh, Jake,”  

If there's one thing Jake adores about the noises you make, it’s the way you chant his name over and over as you come undone on his fingers. It is like a forbidden melody to him. 

He lets you ride your high before removing his fingers and putting them in his mouth to lick them clean. He lewdly groans at the taste of you. 

You breathe heavily as you place your hands on Sunghoon's chest to steady yourself against him. His hands roam over your thighs to soothe you after your recent climax.

“So fucking gorgeous,” Sunghoon mutters under his breath, “You’re so fucking gorgeous when you cum, love.”

You smile at his words. You would typically feel shy being so exposed in front of men, but now, as you are entranced by the look in Sunghoon's eyes, you don't feel an ounce of shyness. It's as if being completely naked and vulnerable in front of them is something natural. No need to mention you feel comfortable and content under their touches and can't stop yearning for it. 

“You think you can take me?” he asks, looking directly at your eyes. 

You nod and gather yourself. Though you still feel Jake's hands roaming your body, you mostly ignore his touch as you prop yourself up on your knees and position Sunghoon's cock at your entrance.You both whimper as his tip makes contact with your hole. 

You slowly ease yourself onto his cock, letting its length pry you open. You feel Jake steadying his hands on your waist to make you feel more composed while you take his friend. 

“You're doing so good, baby, just a little more.” Jake whispers into your ear. 

Both Sunghoon and you moan out loud at the sensation of you bottoming out. His hands fly to your hips just below Jake's hands. He lets you adjust his size while he traces random shapes on your hips to soothe you. 

But Jake has other plans. 

“Fuck, look at you baby. Do you think Hoonie would feel me if I touched here?” Sunghoon hisses at the pressure of Jake's hands over your tummy bulge. The stimulation Jake gives him over your tummy is enough to make him ram into you relentlessly but he holds himself back, uttering a string of curses to Jake under his breath. 

You start grinding your hips against Sunghoon's cock, fully feeling his size. He whimpers beneath you, his grip on your hips tightening to the point where you're certain his nails are leaving crescent marks on your skin.

Meanwhile, Jake's hand hasn't left your tummy, experiencing the bulge getting more prominent and then less. Your head spins as he begins to stroke the bulge, making the sensation even more intense. Incoherent moans spill from your mouth as the overwhelming feeling consumes you completely.

Sunghoon, realizing that you're losing your pace, starts to thrust his hips into you and Jake holds your back against his chest with one hand as the other continues to stimulate you both. 

“Feel how deep he is in you, darling?” 

Sunghoon quickens his pace, hitting your cervix just right with each thrust. 

"Look at him, see how he goes fucking wild just for you.” 

You can't even bring yourself to open your eyes as sheer pleasure overwhelms your senses, leaving you only able to babble meaningless words. Your body goes limp leaning on Jake's body. He supports your weight by holding onto your chest. 

"Ah, I'm so close, love, are you there yet?" Sunghoon grunts, his voice strained with urgency, his rhythm becoming more erratic with each passing moment. 

Unable to verbalize anything, you simply nod and moan as your entire body starts to tremble. You hold onto Jake's arms, seeking stability amidst the waves of ecstasy washing over you.

Jake watches you as you reach your climax on his friend's cock, your mouth agape and your head tilted back against his shoulder. 

And Sunghoon simply lets go as he feels you're cumming around his cock, spilling everything he has in you with a loud moan. 

Jake keeps stroking over your bulge while you're riding out your orgasm for the second time this night. Heavy breaths resonate in the room. 

“Stop doing that, man.” Jake hears Sunghoon grunt beneath you. 

“Why? Does it bother you, Sunghoonie?” Jake can't help but tease the man, pressing more on your tummy and causing you to squirm in his hold. 

“It's making me hard again, so stop if you want to have a turn for yourself.” 

Jake scoffs, “Big words for someone who is under me right now.”

Without any other word, Jake easily lifts you off from Sunghoon's now softened cock. The sensation of the mixture of your cum and his trickling down your thighs makes you cringe. 

You moan as Jake pushes against your spine, pressing your chest now onto Sunghoon's. You arch your back and press your ass against Jake's clothed erection, eliciting a moan from him. He strokes your ass cheeks, “As much as I'd like to clean you off with my tongue, baby, I think my cock is gonna fall off if I'm not inside you right now.”

Jake takes off every layer on his body swiftly. He watches the remnants of cum gushing from your hole and drips down on his cock as he presses himself, smearing it all over to act like a lube. 

“So wet,” he grinds himself into your wetness, relishing in the act. 

"Jake, please just put it–" your words are cut short as Jake abruptly thrusts his entire length into you, causing you to steady yourself by firmly gripping Sunghoon's shoulders. 

Jake doesn't give you time to adjust; he just starts pistoning his hips into you at a rapid pace, making you sway back and forth on Sunghoon. You keep moaning but your moans sound muffled against Sunghoon's chest and this only makes Jake thrust you harsher. 

Sunghoon, upon seeing you getting railed by his friend on top of him, gets hard under you again. He watches how your breasts bounce in front of his face due to the intense thrusts you're receiving, he loves watching how you try to stabilize yourself and fail miserably, eventually letting all of your weight fall on him and he definitely fucking loves the painful friction his cock gets as it keeps getting squeezed between your abdomen and his. 

“Oh my fucking god, you feel so good, baby. Keep clenching on me.” Jake exclaims before landing a sharp slap on your ass cheek. You cry at the pain, digging your nails into the skin of Sunghoon. He whimpers under you, hissing here and there at the pain. 

“Look how dumb you get, can't even hold yourself up. I doubt there's anything on your mind other than my cock, isn't that right baby?” 

He is right, there's no thoughts, only him and his wondrous cock. The same name keeps playing in your head. 

“Yeah, keep screaming my name baby, let Hoon know how good I'm making you feel. Come on, I'm so close to filling you up.” The skin slapping sounds intensify and you can't comprehend what Jake is saying as you just let him use you how he wants. The friction of his cock dragging in and out of you and Sunghoon's cock pressing on your abdomen makes you dizzy. You're sure you're drooling at this point but you don't care. Everything feels so intense, your body is in clouds and you feel you're reaching heavens at one particular harsh thrust from Jake. 

Sunghoon doesn't realize your screams have just brought him to the edge and now spilling his warm seed between your abdomens, reaching his climax at the same time with you. He doesn't even realize that his whimpers have morphed into cries. 

Jake, seeing both of you crying under him, gives you one hard thrust before painting your gummy walls white. He cums so much that his seed spills from you, running past his cock. 

Sunghoon, still in the haze of his ecstasy, pulls your face from his chest to lock your lips with his. His tongue immediately finds yours, exchanging the saliva. 

You feel Jake closing in to place tender kisses on your shoulder blades while his cock is still plugging you. “You did so good, darling. Took it so well for us.” he whispers into your ear. 

Jake pulls out his cock and you instantly whine at the feeling of the emptiness, the mixture of cums gushing out of you. Sunghoon shushes you, caressing your sides and you cling to him. 

You see Jake coming with towels in his hand from the corner of your eye. He gently lifts you from Sunghoon and lays you beside him. He starts to clean the sticky remnants of Sunghoon's cum on your abdomen, then between your legs. You feel him place soft kisses on your knees. 

After both of them clean themselves and change the sheets, all of you lay down on the bed. 

“So, you're a whimperer, huh?” Jake speaks against the crook of your neck, teasing the man that lays on the other side of you. 

“Shut up.” Sunghoon scoffs at him. 

You would have laughed at their antics if you weren't so worn out and already passed out. 

[lyneira]

♡ I heard that 😳👂♡

-> what they would do after overhearing you admit your crush on them

lyneira's 1.2k milestone event

Will come out of hiding to tell you they love you too

Cater, Kalim, Malleus, Rook, Floyd, Neige, Che'nya

They'd be too excited knowing that you feel the same way to just keep quiet. So he'd pop-out, declaring his own love for you and would pull you into his warm embrace, but ngl you'd probably be frozen like, 'what just happened?' , because this would all happen so fast, lightning speed I'm tellin' ya.

They've been listening in on you this whole time, turns out that they love you back, they're hugging you right now, and what's this? With the shy look on their face and the way their face was inching closer to yours, were they now leaning in to kiss you?! It'll all be like a fever dream, but fortunately for you, you knew it was real when you closed the gap between your lips and his and melt in his sweet kiss

They end up getting themselves caught

Idia, Ace, Riddle, Epel, Deuce, Sebek

"WHAT?!", he'd fall out of his hiding-spot and your heart nearly jumps out of your chest when you see him.

The unsure look you now have on your face has him nervous as heck; He didn't mean to give you a negative impression by his reaction. He was just too shocked and excited at the same time to contain himself. He needs to say something quick before making things even more awkward.

So he'll make it clear to you that he likes you back, though a bit shy about it. "Well, y'know... I uh- I love you too..!"

Shoot a tender smile at him in that moment and you've basically shot his heart. Even more so if you run over to him and give him a kiss lol

Won't confess to you in that moment, but will let you know you later

Jamil, Vil, Jade, Silver, Jack, Trey, Leona, Lilia

They'll tell you later, they don't want you to think they were being creepy or rude watching you admit your feelings aloud.

They'll wish they hadn't though, because now they're thinking about it the whole time before they get to see you again. You loved them back? Why didn't you just tell them sooner? Well hey, if you had told him sooner, he wouldn't have been able to see that precious moment of you confessing your feelings so candidly. It was adorable and his endearment towards you would only increase from replaying that memory in his head and he found himself smiling, 'they're just too cute'

So when they finally do see you, they're going to ask you,

"Where do you want to go?"

"??? Go? For what..?"

"I'm taking you on a date, silly"

And you're just like, "oh okay.... wait, wha-" 😳💘

"I love you too, y/n" 🤭❤️

Will hint towards it the next time they see you

Azul, Rollo, Ruggie

Like those who confess to you later, they don't confront you right away as to not seem rude. They'd also want some time to process this too.

They would hint towards it later because even though they've heard you say it aloud, they want you to say it directly to them. They seek reassurance that their ears weren't playing any tricks on them after all.

They'll attempt to give you hints by subtly flirting in order to make you break and finally confess. They'll compliment you, stand closely to you, lightly brush their hand on yours, things like that.

And they'll think they're close to achieving their goal. Though, in reality, seeing your adorable expressions in reaction to their tactics is making them crumble even faster that they'd be the ones who end up confessing first lmao.

© 2023 lyneira. PLEASE DO NOT COPY, PLAGIARIZE, OR REPOST MY WRITING ONTO OTHER PLATFORMS

[writefightandflightclub]

It’s a sick fic (Marc takes care of reader)! I’m in bed with pesky sniffles today, so naturally my mind is wandering to these things. Not proofed / elaborated bc of the aforementioned. Also, Marc was the obvious choice for comfort today because this morning I read @astroboots’ wonderful period sex with Marc fic! So, he was on the brain and I definitely have to acknowledge that fic had a large part in spawning this. I strongly suggest you read CiCi’s fic, in fact, and ignore this one 😝 (see my last reblog if you’d like to check it out).

Warnings: painkiller mentions; reader is ill. Comfort from Marc.

You’re sick in bed.

Marc’s all worried. Has been dabbing your forehead with a damp cloth, hovering around as you dozed and timing out your rounds of painkillers.

When you stir again this time, from the sticky haze of a fever dream - and not in a good way - Marc is poised on the lip of bed, all DeNiro brow, crumpled up in concern until his eyebrows knit together and his puppy dog eyes shine beneath.

Even in this state he stirs something deep between your loins; not that you’d be in any position to act on it.

“Marc,” you croak softly, forcing a thin smile, but it does little to assuage his worry.

“Heyyyy, Shortcake,” he says softly, forcing a smile up until his eyes crinkle with the effort of it. “How are you doing?”

You pop your lower lip, feeling a little sorry for yourself. “Still quite bleugh.”

His face tightens with pain, and you feel a pang of guilt for not downplaying it more. He does worry something rotten about you.

He dips forward, his Magen David pooling against your chest. Providing a pleasant, cooling shock against your tacky skin. You feel Marc’s lips softly brush your forehead with a kiss. “Well, I’ve got something for ya.”

Your eyes tick to the clock in confusion. “Already had the medicine. Not time yet,” you argue weakly, in a babyfied voice.

He smiles softly, and this time it is not forced - it’s hard for him to hold it back. “Not that kind of medicine. Here, I’ll show you.”

He scoops your hands up gently into his, and they feel rough and sturdy against you. You don’t know where he’s going with this, but you don’t really have the strength to argue either; however, luckily, you trust him implicitly, and you know he won’t lead you wrong.

“I’m not supposed t’ do this. Told Khonshu it was an emergency. Ground the bastard down eventually.”

“Wha-?”

“Ssshhh. Don’t worry, baby girl. I got you, huh?”

You stop protesting and you nod weakly, as Marc holds his hands more firmly around yours.

Then, in a flash, Khonshu’s suit begins to wind around him, bandages curling and snaking around his thick, sturdy frame. His eyes glowing white like the celestial glisten of the moon.

Next though, as he holds you, you watch in silent awe as the bandages unwind from his forearms. As they wrap around you, snaking gently up and around your arms. It kinda tickles.

Ah. Suddenly it makes sense to you.

The healing suit.

You shake your head softly, and you try to release your grip on Marc’s hands, suddenly full of worry. Won’t he get in trouble with the bird for a stunt like this? For sharing his power; with you of all people?

“B-but Marc. This isn’t an emergency,” you rationalise. “I’m fine. It’ll just take me a little longer to heal, all on my own.”

Marc looks at you softly. Intently. “Shortcake. You not feeling well? Trust me. That’s an emergency to me.” He strokes his loosely bound thumb over the ridges of your knuckles. “I can do this for you. Please. Would you let me do this?”

Damn.

Who are you to say no to those shining, puppy dog eyes? To Marc’s pure, unfettered devotion?

Except….

“But your wounds, Marc! You need the suit more than I do.” You survey his collection of grazes from his latest bout with a foe.

He looks at you though, slow and steady still, and all your reservations melt away. You see it in his face. He’s hurting; sure. But more so because you are hurting, and you think this can heal him too.

“I’m fine,” he repeats with a lazy uptick at the corner of his mouth. “Just scratches. It’ll just take a little longer to heal. All on my own.”

He has you beat there. You both want the best for each other. Would do anything to take away one another’s pain. It’s all you want.

You clasp his hands tightly in yours, heart overcome with love, and you softly concede, the bandages wrapping more steadily up you arms with your permission granted, until you and he are intertwined - in more ways than one. “Okay, Marc. Get me all better - and then I’ll take care of you, alright?”

He smiles. Shifts on the bed until his warm frame is spooning you, all safe, bandages loosening and tightening to accommodate your shifts. He kisses the back of your neck. Whispers warmly into your skin. “Got yourself a deal, Shortcake.”

You hum softly with relief. You’re not sure whether it’s the bandages, or just Marc; but you sure as hell feel better already.

[monpalace]

ships .. (skyward sword) link/reader, (linked universe) sky/reader

content .. what sky is like when he's in love, skyloftian culture regarding romance, and how miscommunication is inevitable when the two involved are from two differing cultures.

warnings .. miscommunication, but not in a dramatized way. written with linked universe in mind. they/them pronouns used for reader. i came back to this at different levels of tiredness, so a few thoughts left me and never came back (including the ending). not beta-read. remember the original ramble? ignore that.

notes .. based off this request, but i've never touched skyward sword aside from tauberpa's abridged videos, plus i wrote that original proposal thoughts while sleep deprived, so inaccuracies may or may not be present?? i focused on the romance/relationship culture of skyloft since i'm so unfamiliar with the game

but on the subject of feather proposal i think i got the original idea from cloudninetonine??? i truthfully don't remember because when it was first put in my head it felt like a fever dream

Sky had always been, and will always be, a hopeless romantic.

His Zelda, Sun, had shown him more than enough stories that included romance as they grew up. She had exposed him to just enough that it had molded and cast what he thought the perfect romance would, permeating his dreams with his other half and the blank spaces of his papers with what he could remember they looked like.

(For some time, Sun was all that he coveted. They had spent so much time together, he had felt as though she was The One, but after years of exploring his tastes, he had learned better.)

Loftwings had a large influence on Skyloft. Even someone taking their first step on the sky islands could tell.

Not only were they said to be borne from their rider's soul, destined to carry their Hylian counterpart through the waves of the wind; but they also mated for life, until the flames of their conjoined souls finally diminished.

Of course that would bear heavily on Sky's interpretation of romance (— alongside how a Loftwing's choice in mate more often than not influenced who their rider would choose to spend the rest of their days with, and how divorce between riders was often seen as taboo).

(But who was he to comment on that? He's soundly sure he and his other half would never part.)

On Skyloft, disposing all but one of a Loftwing's shed feathers was to be expected from residents once they hit puberty lest someone pick one up and get the wrong idea. Even those in relationships need to keep the habit to keep away suspicions of adultery.

Sky kept two of Crimson's feathers on his person at all times since he was a child.

One had been plucked from the plume of his head when they had first bonded as a sign that their souls were one and the same. It's always within sight of both himself and others, dangling freely from his left ear with the same amount of pride Crimson has when he soars through the air.

The other had naturally fallen from Crimson's breast not long after they had both matured. He keeps it close to his heart, tucked underneath his layers and layers of clothes, kept overtop his chest where his heart beats strongest by a form-fitting undershirt or a prick of his skin if it's something looser.

Because he's much better at working with wood rather than metal, Sky would always keep his whittling kit on him. It's not as large or extravagant as the one he keeps in his room on Skyloft, but it's small enough to fit alongside his other utilities without issue and he's able to use it just fine without any issue aside from the usual knick or two.

He always keeps the kit and a piece of raw wood on him in the event he meets his other half on his travels. He knows he wouldn't pop the question right after meeting them, but he doesn't want to be ill-prepared in case they ask for something.

Whether it be practical or for aesthetics, he's always willing to deliver the highest quality product.

Upon meeting the one he wants to spend the rest of his days with, Sky is a mess by his standards.

(It takes him weeks to determine whether or not he really wants to dive into the deep end and give his all to someone who may or may not like him— in a non-creepy way, of course. He knows better than to do most of what characters do when pursuing someone.)

He sleeps less, he and his items are constantly in order, and his usual appearance that screams “just got out of bed,” is cleaned up.

He strikes himself with the question of whether or not he should be this out of sorts when in love (no one in the stories he read was), but he accepts it.

If he were to find his dream person in his Hyrule where everyone knows him, it'd be obvious to everyone that he's interested in that certain someone.

If he were to find his dream person outside of his Hyrule with the other Links, it'd still be very obvious he was in love regardless of how long they'd been traveling together.

Prior to his supposed proposal, Sky would court his love interest with at least a gift a day; one every week or so if he's busy. It's always more intricate the longer he takes to finish.

The gifts are never something they have to imply they want. He takes what he hears from the grapevine and from what he's heard his interest said in passing and takes it from there.

On Skyloft, physical affection (both platonic and romantic) is an accepted practice because of how open Loftwings are to giving and receiving it with their riders.

Naturally, it carries on outside of the sky islands.

Sky had always slept closer to others than what was typically deemed acceptable. He gingerly knocks his head against those he considers family, grooms others when they have a leaf in their hair or wipes away a smudge on their cheek, presses kisses to their face when they look like they need it, and covers most of their body with his own when they speak of being cold.

Physical affection comes first nature to Sky, so he wouldn't put it past who he's interested in to think of it as them being good friends only.

The only thing is; he can't help but wonder whether or not he and the one he's been courting can consider each other more than friends.

There was no point in time either Sky or his interest ask to date or whether they were dating.

Eventually, their kisses drifted closer and closer to their lips, their hugs got longer and longer, and they had begun pressing against each other when sleeping to the point where almost melded as one.

When the time came Sky felt it was appropriate to propose, your response was lackluster, in his opinion.

You had said your thanks, held it up to yourself and asked if he thought it looked good on your person, kissed him on the cheek, and then went off to Wind because he usually had a colorful assortment of knick-knacks to decorate with.

Nothing else changes after that.

You still hold each other while asleep, you still walk shoulder-to-shoulder with each other with intertwined hands, you still press kisses to the other without shame, and you still accept any type of affection the other offers.

The only new thing is that, from his perspective, you're engaged and he doesn't know whether to feel giddy (you're engaged!) or anxious (did you even know?).

Whenever the topics of significant others, marriage, proposals, ideal type, and anything else relating to romance, during nights when everyone was tired and curiosity ran rampant, Sky's eyes are consistently drifting to you during the conversation.

When he brings up how riders present the feathers from their Loftwing's breast during one of those nights when the campfire is flickering down and it's hard to make out anyone's facial expressions, he knows something clicks when your eyes lighten and widen before relaxing.

You pull him away when the topic changes to Warriors and his stories of a younger Time (who swears none of them are true).

"You proposed?"

Sky has to lean in when you speak. Your voice is so low as though you were scared of the others hearing even though you were far enough you couldn't hear the belly laughs from the others.

And he returns the same energy.

"Not if you didn't want me to."

"I thought we were dating. Was the feather not supposed to be us making it official?"

"Dating?" It was a foreign concept in Skyloft. Most relationships went from courting to marriage. "Do you want to date?"

When you bite the inside of your cheek and shake your head, Sky watches as you finger the feather that hung loosely from your person. "We're already this far in. I don't see why we have to now; I just have a few questions of my own."

Sky answers all questions to the best of his ability. He's shocked that you aren't mad he swindled himself into a relationship (no less, a relationship), but he'll easily give you confusion.

Most of the other Links are asleep by the time you both return (Sky's halfway there himself) and those who are still awake know better than to say anything when they see the way you both wear your feathers in matching styles.

[xstevex-world]

(Part 1 of the pop star Chrissy AU)

“So what you’re saying is that you are 100% positive that I’ve spent my day with, not only an actual, real life international pop sensation; but the same Chrissy Cunningham that you have been fangirling over since senior year of high school?”

Robin hears Steve groan on the other end of the line. She can't blame him though, she’s made him explain her exact situation to her 3 times over.

“Yes Robin, that’s definitely her,” he sighs.

Robin falls back down on her bed, she can’t believe this. If she had been honest with herself, that entire day felt like a fever dream, a fantasy she had conjued up from weeks of sheer boredom. It was hard to ignore, the feeling that her day shared with her was a one time thing, especially after Chrissy apologetically declined to meet up with her the next day, saying she had to do work stuff.

Thinking about it, in retrospect, the signs were there. She had absolutely talked about how she worked in music and had been travelling a lot with it recently - yeah, Robin thought she was probably in a small band or was a session musician by the way she talked so casually about it.

But this? Shit, this whole situation she's found herself in? it’s like something out of those stupid romance novels her mom and Steve like talk about.

She always had it in her head that pop stars were meant to be over the top and flashy, but Chris just seamed so…sweet. She was listened to robin ramble on and on about everything and nothing, laughed loudly at her terrible jokes before giving her perspective or talking all about her own experiences

And when she smiled? She radiated happiness and joy as if she was the personification of the sun. There would be an etching of that smile in her brain for the rest of Robin's life.

“Robin!”’ His voices takes her out of her trace, grounding her in reality. “Are you still there?”

“Yeah,” is all she mandages to say.

“So you have two options,” Steve explains, and gods, she wishes he was here so she could at least see his eyes roll at her obvious awkwardness.

“The first is you just ignore that this whole meeting ever happened,” which, yeah is she absolutely not doing. Even if she never got to meet Chrissy again, at least she would still have the memory of meetng that deity of a human being.

“Or?” She asks, hoping that even 3637 miles away, Steve would be able to bring her down from her wild panic.

“Or; you listen to me and go see her.”

Steve has always been rather blunt, it’s what Robin likes so much about him. He tells her exactly what he means, no in between meaning to his statements.

“She’s playing a concert tomorrow night in the city, it’s probably why she said she couldn’t hang out tomorrow, she has sound checks and rehearsals and stuff," he explained, as if he knew her entire schedule (what was she kidding, he probably did.) "I'm going to get you a ticket, so you go to see her tomorrow night, enjoy the show, take a photo and dm her telling her how good her performance was, ok?”

He makes it sound so simple.

“But what if I go and do all this and it turns out that-“

“She’s straight? Robs, she’s very open about being bisexual-“

“No, dingus!” She yells into the receiver, running her hand through her hair. “What if I read the entire thing wrong and she was just being nice? I’m famously not good at reading the room and, for all I know, she could have thought this was just all a friendly thing that we have going? Like, listen to me Steve, I’m me, and if she’s the same pop sensation that you’ve talked drones about for as long as I’ve known you then what could she gain with a romantic endeavour with me? She could have anyone and not the person who she met yesterday who’s…”

“Who’s what, robs?”

She can’t answer that, knows if she says what she wants to that Steve will deny it, but she knows who she is - she’s annoying, too much all the time and knows that logically she wouldn’t be anyone’s first choice in friend, let alone girlfriend.

Sometimes she thinks it’s a miracle that Steve has been her friend for as long as he has.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he interrupts her inner monologue, voice softer than she’s used to with him. “But you have to stop thinking that you’re not good enough. The only person who’s allowed to talk shit about my best friend is me…and probably Erica, but I think she thinks you’re too cool to actually insult you much.”

Robins audibly snorts, falling back onto her bed.

As hard as it was being away from her family and the rest of their little friend groupd, the thing she misses the most is Steve. She was so used to having her platonic soulmate with her at all times, ready to latch onto for whatever the reason may be.

And right now? She could really use a hug, pecifically one from Steve "The Hair" Harrington.

“Robs, just trust me, she wouldn’t have spend they day following you around Paris is she wasn’t completely gone for you - she would have been at Disneyland with Corroded Coffin getting pictures with Darth Vader and shouting about how it's a capitalist utopia while eating the churros…" he pauses momentarily, and robin knows exactly what he's going to ask next. "...actually, speaking of, did she-?"

“Talk about Eddie Munson? Well, considering that I didn’t know that it was the same Eddie that you’ve had a raging boner over for the past year despite the fact-"

“Robin!”

“It’s true!” She yells, face now beaming from her laughter. “I’ll make you a deal, Stevie, if you plan works then I’ll put in a good word with Chrissy for you, she’s bound to know what gonna bring you into Munson’s raider-"

“Robin, stop!”

"-because I have some stories, Steve, and you’re lucky I was listening because if I didn’t like Chrissy so much I know wouldn’t remember, which would suck for you because i now know a few rather scandalous stories about the guy-"

“ROBIN!” Steve shouts through the receiver, making robin jump. “Focus!”

She shuts up, smiling to herself.

“I wish you were here, dingus,” she admits, rolling onto her stomach. “At least you’d be able to help me out, maybe, if this works, make sure I don’t pass out in front of her.”

“Of course it’s going to work” he states with every syllable oozing that signature Harrington’s smugness. “But only if you wear those plaid pants you have, the ones that hug your thighs in all the right places-“

“Gross, dingus!”

But sure enough, she listens, but if Steve’s right about one thing it’s how to leave a lasting impression, especially in the “you look good” department.

So, the following evening, she dons blue, plaid pants with a plain black tank, slicks back her hair using whatever hair products Steve left during his last visit and makes up her face: brushing electric blue pigments onto her eyelids before smudging kohl against her waterline.

It takes her serval pep talks in the mirror to finally convince herself to actually leave the apartment, but she did it, managed to walk to the venue and wait, nursing her beer whilst leaning against the against the back wall.

Robin kind of regrets not tagging along to all the Chrissy Cunningham concerts that Steve invited her too in the past, maybe then she would know what to expect.

(Or, maybe then, she wouldn’t be in this exact situation, but who was she kidding, of course she would be, nothing straight forward ever happens to her).

The entire thing is overwhelming, the venue has been crowded since before she arrived, (since it was well after the opening act ended) which really isn’t her scene. She’s already nervous and her hands won't stop shaking and she's about to call it quits, text Steve that she'll pay him back for the tickets in actual money rather than their original plan and walk out the doors of the theater where she can crawl back into bed and scream into her pillow-

The lights dim, and everyone around starts screaming as the first notes of the synth play, Chrissy's voice carrying through the room.

Robin can't help but stare, she's so beautiful, stunningly gorgeous with the voice of an angel, she doesn't even notice the rest of the band join her one by one or the two dancers who have a hand on Chrissy's shoulder. She doesn't even realise the opening number has finished, can't pay attention to anything other than the cascading curls of chrissys hair, the way her body moves in one with the music, the same smile that struck her heart in the first place- the smile that shines brighter than any spotlight ever could.

She doesn't register much, barely hears anything other than Chrissy sing about new moons, staying when she shouldn't or sending her love to Wayne; songs she know she's probably heard before, probably from (just being in close proximity to steve Harrington), but none of that matters, shes memorised by her.

And when the final act is coming to a close, she almost misses it, but she can feel eyes on her even this far to the back of the crowd.

Robin only meets Eddie Munson’s eyes for a second, impossibly wide eyes staring her down in disbelief before seeing his cue to exit the stage. She almost drops her half-drank pint, a string of curses running through her head - but the whole interaction has her frozen. 

Her brain tells her to "RUN! GET OUT!" before it escalates any further, the churn of pure anxiety in her stomach reminding her that this was a stupid plan, she shouldn't have come. She cant do this, won't do this-

She leaves before lights go black.

⭐💘🎫🎤🎫💘⭐

So thank you all so much for the support on the first post, I was not expecting it to get traction buy you all loved it??? My heart is swelling omfg. Thank you for being patient with me with this part (I'm dyslexic and work full time, on top of just being very slow at producing, well, anything lol).

I'm hoping to have either 5 or 6 parts altogether if you guys keep enjoying it ((sorry not sorry to make you steddie fans sit through the Buckingham part first, Robin needs to get her girl!!!))

Shout out to my gf (who's not an st fan) for beta reading this with comments like "is Robin a useless lesbian?" Or "do they really say dingus in the show?" Or "wow, she really needs some loops!"

As a bonus treat, the concert playlist can be found here! Included are songs that represent or resemble the tracks on the set list of the gig that Robin goes too see (including the CCxCC material that would be played as the encore in the final three songs)

Taglist (if you wish to be added, I just ask you be polite about it x): @maya-custodios-dionach @papermachedragons @mildgendercrisis @vampiregirl1797 @lizard-dyk3 @hellomynameismoo @beckkthewreck @eboyawstenn @justmiiriam @gregre369 @korixae @victor-thee-corvid @yes-im-your-mom @bisexualdisastersworld @questionablequeeries

[tainted-liquor]

'Are We Still Friends⋆⭒˚｡⋆

E42!Miles Morales x BlackFem!Reader: Ingredients: Salt, tears, and a lil bit of sugar (angst n fluff) TWs: N-word usage, swearing, you need a hug frfr W/C:780 A/N: Inspired by Tyler, the Creator's song

It had been almost a year since you had spoken to Miles. You seemed as thick as thieves and even had a little blossoming romance between you two. But the day his father died is the day the Miles you came to love died as well. He stopped talking to everyone, he stopped laughing, he stopped smiling, shit he even stopped showing up to school at some point. For 3 months you tried to get a hold of him, ask him what was wrong, anything! You just wanted some clarification as to where your friend went.

But unfortunately for you, life ain't fucking fair. So he faded into the background of your life, slowly and painfully. A year seemed to pass by overnight, and like that you had...'moved on'. You found new friends, took up new hobbies, went through a mental help revamp, and changed your aesthetic up a bit. A part of you had even managed to convince yourself his thumbprint on your life was a fever dream from long long ago. But nothing could have EVER prepared you to be forced into close proximity again when it came to your AP environmental science class when your teacher partnered you up with...oh no.

Miles.

He threw you a brief glance, with not even a fraction of the warmth and joy he used to look at you with. You felt your heart crackle a bit as you took a long, deep sigh. You'd come this far and you weren't about to pry the scab off just because he gave you a look. You mentally prepared yourself when you saw him get up from his chair and head towards your desk, opening your computer and distracting yourself with Google slide presets and how to make the layout look pretty. He sat himself down in front of you, not saying a word as he opened up his computer and immediately got to work in pure, awkward, silence.

You popped your AirPods in your ears, turning up the volume a little bit to hear "Are We Still Friends?" By Tyler, the Creator hitting your eardrum. You chuckle quietly at the irony, rolling your eyes as you barely mumble the lyrics above a whisper. You watched through your peripheral as Miles's eyes darted over to you for a moment, seemingly reading your body language as you pulled one of the coils in your two afro puffs. He sighed as quietly as humanly possible, leaning back in his chair and looking up at the ceiling with that same nonchalant and slightly irritated expression. You watched as he closed out of the Google Slide, got up, and left.

He waltzed out of the classroom door silently, not even bothering to spare you a second glance as he closed the door behind him. You rolled your eyes as you finished up your portion of the slides before heading out of the classroom in the direction of the library. You didn't know Miles was there really, so when you walked in and saw him there you were immediately taken aback. He looked in your direction before nodding upwards, and beckoning for you to come here with his hand. You narrowed your eyes, sighing and making your way over to the table he was sitting at.

You sat across from him, face stoic and irritated as he stared right back at you. "So what, now we talking again?" You spat as you tilted your head to the side. "Alright, don't start with all that bul-" He began before you forcibly cut him off. "Fuck you mean 'don't start' with my bullshit, nigga? You ghosted me for a YEAR. Like, are we still friends?" You barked, face contorted in a look of rage and hatred. Miles sighed for what felt like forever, before looking back at you. "Look, I know. N I'm sorry. I never meant to shut you out like that...One day turned into a month and I started getting scared that you wouldn't wanna talk to me no more...so I just ran from it before it could catch up to me."

You gave him a sharp glare as you thought about what you wanted to respond with carefully. You took a deep breath before finally replying. "I really don't wanna end shit with you on a bad note, so I'm fine with talking to you again. Plus you still got some of my shit over at your house I need back" I huff as I dap him up. "Ard bet. Just swing by later, you know where I'm at." He shrugs with a tiny smirk.

"Bet, I'll see you later then. Don't ghost me this time!"

"Shut up."

[hotxcheeto]

reader is ellie's gf and she's a virgin and Ellie pop her cherry but Ellie is like really sweet and go slow n shit ~im just protecting at this point.

━ 𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, afab reader, fingering (r! receiving), tribbing, oral (r! receiving), mentions of pain, readers first, teasing, dom!Ellie, sub!Reader, fluffy, really long

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope/my eyes are lowkey burning so a lil bit

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - Bada bing bada boom I'm very proud of this but it is long I hope you enjoy! I'm sorry I've been MIA and also that this took so long! love you <3 Also I'm messing around a bit with my formatting so just bare with me

Ellie was your best friend. Dating and not, she was your person for years. The shy, dorky, green eyed girl having asked you out a few months after breaking up with Cat. A flustered confession in the quiet of her room.

You'd never experimented before, you knew you liked her. It hurt to see her with others. You knew she wasn't a virgin, she had at least some experience. Especially with Cat, who was almost the exact opposite of your personality.

It made you nervous, almost ashamed. Though you knew Ellie would raise hell if she found out you felt like this. The girl hated seeing you upset in any way.

You couldn't get it off your mind though, finally going the extra mile. It's not like she'd push you or harm you, but you couldn't help but feel like an idiot.

Especially after a conversation with a few other girls at the bar. Dina poking fun at your virginity. You knew it was just a joke, laughing in the moment but thinking about it know, maybe you were ready.

You just didn't know how to ask.

"Jesse wants us to go with him and Dina to that waterfall tomorrow." Ellie laid between your legs, a comic book hovering above her now turned away face. Looking up at you as your fingers ran through her hair while you thought.

"That sounds fun." You said quietly, still in your mind slightly. Not fully listening to her words. "You alright?" "Hm?" You seemed to finally snap out of it, turning to meet her eyes. "I-" "Yeah, I'm okay." You smiled down at her, tight lipped, your eyes then moving up to the TV.

"You sure?" She asked, tossing the comic that she'd already read at least twice before rolling onto her stomach. Resting her chin on the area just above your crotch.

"Yeah, just thinking too much." "Mm, 'bout what?" Her voice was soft, eyes genuinely worried, yet it was too frustratingly embarrassing to say out loud. You shrugged, avoiding her eyes. Instead running your finger along her arm that was hooked under your leg, hand resting on your hip.

"C'mon, what is it babe?" The use of the nickname could've made your cheeks warm time and time again. Like now. The way it rolled off her tongue, it was like a fever dream come true. "It's embarrassing." You decided to say after a moment of quiet, her eyes never leaving your own.

"Seriously?" She chuckled, rubbing circles with her thumbs on the exposed skin of your stomach. "Don't be mean." Your face felt hot, a flustered smile on your face as you turned your head completely away from her. Looking out the window beside the bed.

"I'm not, you're just cute." "Am not." "Are too." Ellie laughed quietly, sitting up, using your knees as support as she sat back on her own. Moving to rest her chin on her arms, still resting along your kneecaps. "Dina just made this stupid joke, it was harmless-" "What did she say?"

Ellie's smile had fallen a bit, a more serious tone finding its way to her voice. "It was stupid." You laughed quietly. "She just... she made this dumb joke about me still.. being a virgin." You let out a few giggles trying to cover up the pit that had grown in your stomach.

"Jesus, she needs to learn to read a room." Ellie groaned, smiling a bit when she heard you laugh. "I don't know, I guess it bothered me more than I thought." You messed with the hem of your shirt, twisting it with your finger, stomach feeling like it would spontaneously combust if you made eye contact with her.

"Y/n." You met her eyes for a split second before looking back at your shirt. "Whatever she said-" "I want to." Ellie was slightly taken aback for a moment, as were you at your own admission.

"Hm." You'd barely noticed the way her fingers danced down your legs until then. Shifting when you finally seen the small smirk creeping onto her face. "Like... right now?" She asked, her voice now eerily quiet, leaning towards you.

"I don't know.. I don't even know how that works. Like I know how sex works but like... ugh." Ellie wanted to laugh, but the seriousness mixed with nerves on your face made her hold in her chuckle. Hands finding the skin of your hips, your fingers soon finding hers.

"Will it hurt?" "Maybe a little." She answered honestly, pushing your legs apart once again. Hovering over body, one hand holding her up, the other you still hadn't let go of, not that she minded. "I'm not gonna beat you up, you know?" You snorted, covering your mouth with your hand as you laughed.

"Don't say that." "Just thought I'd remind you. You don't have to just because Dina said some stupid joke." "I know, but I feel bad." Ellie stared down at you confused. "We've been together for how long? I know you're not a virgin, I just... I dunno." You muttered, again denying her your eyes.

"I want too... I'm just nervous and it's stupid and embarrassing." Ellie sent you a smile, leaning down to kiss your cheek. "No its not." "I hate you." You whispered. Your eyes met hers, the usual bright eyes having darkened with an unfamiliar look.

"Doubt it." She then whispered back, your faces just barely an inch apart. Her warm breath fanning your mouth. Finally, you moved, kissing her slightly chapped lips. The lingering taste of the lunch you'd made for you both still on her tongue.

"You're sure?" She mumbled against your lips, hand holding the hem of your shirt. Searching your eyes for any sort of discomfort. "I'm sure. I'll tell you if I wanna stop." You mumbled back, the girl immediately coming back down for another sloppy yet soft kiss.

Hearing your small whimpers, Ellie's hand gripping your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to her body. "Ellie.." You whispered breathlessly, her lips moving down your neck leaving small kisses in her wake. Nothing sloppy or too harsh, only soft, light pecks here and there.

Her eyes flickering up to meet yours for a moment, finding a lustful gaze staring back at her. Your chest moving up and down as you took deep, shaky breaths.

She then found your sweet spot, a little whimper escaping your lips, kissing a spot just above your collarbone. Grazing her teeth against your skin, small marks soon coating your flesh as a tingly feeling entered the area between your legs.

"Here." Ellie sat up, tugging at the bottom of your shirt. You leaned forward silently, allowing her to tug your shirt over your arms and head, throwing it aside to join the other clothes on the floor.

You were left in the lacy bralette you'd decided to wear this morning. Trying to boost your own confidence, but that obviously didn't work.

"Will you take off your shirt too?" You asked sheepishly, arms moving over your stomach. Your face burning while her eyes lingered over you, taking in every inch. "Yeah." Her fingertips hooking underneath her own shirt in a matter of seconds, pulling it over her head and throwing it beside yours.

Her black sports bra complimenting her pale skin, her lips moving to yours once again. Her hands softly wrapping around your wrists, pulling them away from your body.

"You're so pretty." She muttered against your skin, leaving small hickies tainting your neck, kissing down your chest. Reaching the valley of your breasts, fingers beginning to mess with the lace at the bottom.

"Ellie.." I'm gonna take this off now.." she tugged at the bralette, looking at you for permission. Moving once you nodded, goosebumps rising on your skin. Fingertips just barely grazing your rib bone. Peeling it from your hot, blushed skin.

Barely paying any mind to it, only how you moved to cover yourself again. Hands making their way to either side of your face blocking your arms, hips grinding into your own as she deepened the kiss.

Knee keeping your legs apart, pushing your bodies closer before kissing down your neck. Sensual touches moving down your body, caressing each curve as her lips finally locked around your nipple. Tongue running over the sensitive little bud.

"Ellie.. shit." You whispered, fighting back small noises while the girl kissed softly around your nipple. Kitten licking the mound just to see your reaction. A tight, painful almost feeling entering your core, throbbing, making you want to squeeze your thighs together, only to be blocked by Ellie's knee.

"That feels good..." Ellie smiled slightly, kissing along to your other nipple, doing the same. Feeling your hips pushing up and off the bed. Back arching off the bed just slightly, wanting impossibly more of her mouth.

"You're so beautiful." She whispered against your flesh, kissing down your stomach messily. Meeting your eyes just as she reached the band of your shorts. "This okay?" She asked, fingers resting on the elastic band of your shorts. "Perfect." You replied, feeling her fingertips slip underneath the band.

Pulling them from your legs, your thin underwear now being the only thing left that kept her from you.

"Can I touch you?" Her hands stayed resting on your upper thighs, keeping your legs apart. You nodded your head, a small smirk appearing on her face. "Use your words, babe." You shuddered at her words, a shiver flying down your spine making goosebumps rise along your skin.

"I.. I want you to.. to touch me." "Good girl." She whispered, pulling your underwear down your legs slowly. Letting her nails run along the sides of your thigh, shivering. Clenching at the cold air hitting your soaked cunt.

"Ellie.." You became shy under her gaze, but the green eyed girl couldn't help but stare. In her eyes you were the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. Before you could shut your legs, or at least try, Ellie fingers found your wet slit, rubbing small circles on your pussy.

A small noise exiting your swollen lips, hips bucking towards her touch. One hand on your knee the other on your most sensitive spots, leaning down to kiss just above your cunt. Continuing her movements, feeling you squirm uncontrollably under her touch.

"You're so pretty babe." "Ellie-" You whined, her fingers finally circling your clit, her lips leaving small kisses on your inner thigh. "Ellie please." "Tell me what you want." "More. Too slow." Ellie chuckled, hooking an arm under your leg, hand resting on your stomach.

The pad of her thumb still rubbing your clit before pressing a small kiss to your pussy. Body jolting at the sudden act, a disgruntled whimper falling from your mouth.

"Fuck, more. Please, please Ellie more." Ellie hummed, pressing another small kiss to your slit before taking a long stride up your pussy. You moaned, the leg she wasn't holding pushing into her.

Ellie then took her fingers away, her tongue swirling around your clit. Drawing small circles on the little bud, a tight, tingly feeling erupting through your hole as you clenched again around nothing. Pushing yourself into Ellies face but she didn't seem to care, her hands pulling you closer to her face.

Ellie's tongue then began running along your hole, nose brushing against your clit. There was so much pleasure it was almost painful, pulsating against her mouth, face contorting into a heaven-like expression.

"This might hurt a little, okay?" "Be easy please." You muttered, meeting her eyes, heart feeling like it would beat out of your chest. "I will, just relax, focus on me." Ellie sucked on your clit, pushing a finger into your wetness. A stinging feeling making you grimace, head falling back against the pillows.

"Don't move yet--" "I'm not." Ellie payed attention to your clit, the pleasure beginning to override the pain, the girl adding another finger once you began to relax. Stretching you out, small to almost no movement. "Go slow." It was quiet, almost inaudible but she managed to hear you in the near silence of the room.

Ellie began pumping her fingers in and out at a sweet pace, kissing your clit. The hand she had resting on your stomach rubbing small circles onto your skin, helping you to ease, untensing under her touch.

"Feels better." You whispered, her two fingers beginning to pick up the pace as she sucked harder on your sensitive bud. A loud moan exiting your lips as she got just a bit rougher on your pussy, fingers still moving slowly. In and out of your tight walls.

"Ellie- fuck- faster." The pain began to subside, legs widening for her as she began moving quicker. Eyes on your face as you threw your head back, hand pushing her head in further. "I can't- shit- Ellie please don't stop." It came out in a jumbled mess, your hole filled with pleasure.

"I can't- fuck-" You said a few more incoherent things, back arching off the bed. "Ellie-" "Come on Y/n. You're doing so good pretty girl." It was like something wound up in your stomach, the slight sting you could still feel now being ignored. Your head clouded with pleasure.

A pit in your gut, moans and whines bouncing off the walls. Whimpers of her name mixed with pleas and praises to her.

"Ellie I-" "Come for me babe. Let go." You could feel it winding up, legs shaking, clenching again and again. "Fuck!" You shuddered, finally letting go, crying out as you came crashing down. Ellie not letting up even as you squirmed, tears beginning to well up in your eyes.

"Too much." Ellie finally slowed, letting you come down from your high, kissing your clit once last time before sitting up, looking over your sweat glazed body and your flushed, blissed out face. Half-lidded eyes looking up at her through your eyelashes.

"Think you can do one more?" You muttered something in response, Ellie smiling down at you. Kissing your forehead then down the bridge of your nose. "You did so good." "So did you." You said shyly, kissing her lips deeply, hands finding their place around her waist holding her close to you.

"Again." You said simply. She sat up, not a sentence from her lips before she slipped off her sports bra. Throwing it to the side allowing you full sight of her chest. The girl wasting no time in unbuttoning her jeans, pulling her boxers and pants off before tossing them away. Hitting the dresser at the end of the bed making you laugh.

"You're very pretty yourself, y'know that?" You then said quietly, Ellie hovering above you, blush soon dusting along her pale, freckled skin. Avoiding your eyes as your fingernail dragged up her stomach moving towards her chest.

"I love you." You then whispered, her lips just inches away from your own. The girls arm pulling your legs far apart, hiking them up as she swung a leg over you. "I love you more." She then muttered, kissing your lips before grinding down onto you, your cunts gliding across each other with ease.

A whine leaving your lips as Ellie groaned just beside your ear. Hot breath fanning the tip, a little kiss being placed to the side of your head as she began to thrust herself against you, clits rubbing along each other sending shockwaves along your body.

Arms around Ellie, meeting each other on her upper back as one of her hands rested on your waist. The other holding herself up, picking up the pace, your wetness running along hers, beginning to make the mess that Ellie had already created even bigger.

"El-Ell-- fuck please don't stop-" A few more blabbered pleas left you, the girl beginning to fuck into you at a faster pace, whispering quiet praises in your ear, keeping your leg up. Ellie's thrusts soon growing sloppy, clits grazing each other again and again.

"Please- I can't-- oh-" You were practically suffocating in her neck, muffled moans vibrating her skin. "Come on Y/n, come for me babe. One more time, c'mon." "Ellie" Her name passed your lips in a dragged out whine, tears pricking your eyes and rolling down the sides of your head.

Your hole squeezing around air as you felt yourself release, Ellie just behind you. Cum dripping down your ass but not having reached the bed, Ellie making a note to clean you up. But for now held your shuttering body close to her, feeling you keeping her close, whimpering into her shoulder.

"You did so good." She whispered, pecking the side of your head after a moment. Nuzzling her nose into the side of your head, listening to your shaky breaths. "Mm." You hummed, finally pulling your hands from her, swallowing hard, both of her hands coming to rest on your cheeks.

"Thank you." You muttered, turning your head to meet her blown out pupils. Still catching her breath, rubbing the skin under your eye with her thumb. Wiping away the dry tear stains from your warm face. "Mm, I'll be right back babe." She kissed your forehead once, then between your eyebrows.

Ellie then got off the bed, leaving you to roll onto your side. The exhaustion beginning to set in, the sun beginning to set as the late evening rolled around. Blinking slowly, dark clouds rolling into the sky.

"C'mere." Ellie pulled you to the other side of the bed, now in a sports bra and briefs. Wiping you down with a wet towel, going easy on your crotch, caressing the softness of your thigh.

"You're beautiful." Ellie mumbled making you bite back a smile, looking away from her as she unfolded one of her shirts. "Sit up for me." You did what she said, the shirt coming over your head. Quickly slipping it on before falling back again.

"That a good first time?" You nodded, grabbing the water bottle she then offered after putting the shirt on you. She had to subdue the smirk on her face, rubbing your knee. "Good, cause Dina's was terrible."

You almost spit up your water, snorting as you turned onto your side. Ellie climbing up and onto the bed with a grin. Grabbing the bottle back from you and setting it on her nightstand.

"Thank you, again." You climbed with shaky legs to rest on her chest. Her arm wrapping around your shoulders, messing with your hair. "Mm, what are girlfriends for?" "To kiss me and hold my stuff." You said without missing a beat, hugging her closer when she laughed.

"I appreciate the honesty." "Anytime." You smiled up at her, Ellie leaning down to kiss you again. "So same time tomorrow?"

A/n: this took me forever and i'm not complaining

Also I'm messing around a bit with my formatting so just bare with me

[positivevibesonlyyy]

Kylian Mbappe - The World At Our Feet

Mbappe x fem reader (fluff)

Wanted to do a one shot of Kylian dating a female French artist... and I really love the phrase a commentator (I think it was Peter Drury) used to describe Kylian as the ‘boy with the world at his feet’, so I used that as inspiration for this one shot. I wrote this quickly on the train yesterday so it’s a bit rushed but please let me know what you think or if you want more. Enjoy!! 

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You closed your eyes. The plane was about to take off, you had fastened your seatbelt and clutched your pillow, bracing yourself for the sudden acceleration. The feeling of taking off was one of your favourite in the world - it was exhilarating, feeling the plane leave the ground. You opened your eyes once you were in the air, looking outside your window at the clouds. You were exhausted, the past few weeks had been a whirlwind of flights and shows and press. Your career as an artist had taken off in the past year, one single after the other topping the charts. It was so surreal, the past few months felt like a fever dream. Music had been your life since you were a child. Singing and writing songs made you feel alive in a way that nothing else did. For so long, singing and composing and writing music was all you did, all that mattered, developing and experimenting with notes, genres, styles and range. You loved music, but it had been a massive, years long struggle. You spent nearly a decade scrapping by with crappy gigs, going through one record label rejection after another, constant series of missed opportunities..

All that seems so far away now. You had just finished a fully booked out tour through Europe and nothing could have prepared you for what life would be like as a burgeoning pop star. There was a world of difference between your life now and just a few months ago. The fame and success came so suddenly, you didn’t have any time to process any of it. You were swept in a tidal wave of change and still unsure how to handle your new life, your public persona, your exponential growth in followers and fans, the media scrutiny, the lack of privacy, the chaotic schedule, the expectations. Being a public figure had so many demands you failed to anticipate.

When you spoke to Kylian about this a few months ago, he smiled sympathetically.

“I mean this has been my dream for so long, and it’s here and it’s happening and I just wish I didn’t feel so overwhelmed, I wish I could enjoy it more.”

He hummed in response, playing with your hair. “I know chéri. But this is part of the deal. Its a package, isn’t it? This the price and I think it’s a small one. You’re living your dream. What could be better than that? How many people can say that?”

You smiled at him, feeling suddenly envious. 

“You can.”

“Oui, I can and I wouldn’t change a thing.” He said earnestly.

You admired how easy it all seemed to be for him. How naturally he managed the attention, how much he loved it, how he thrived in it, how he was driven and motivated by the pressure, instead of overwhelmed by it, how happily he took on challenges. How cheerful and determined he remained in the face of it all. He had always seemed carefree and almost fearless, but until recently you couldn’t fully grasp how remarkable this was.

“I’m lucky I know.” You tell him. “I don’t mean to sound ungrateful. This is everything I wanted and more.”

You two were lying in bed, the night before you left for tour. You head was on his chest, his arm around you. His nose buried in your hair. You felt him smile cheekily against your head and he whispered, “Besides, if all this hadn’t happened, we would never have met and that would have been a shame.”

You chuckled, “That’s true.”

Being with him unlocked a layer of joy and fulfilment in your life that you didn’t know was possible. It had only been a few months, but when you met, it felt like this was it. You both were drawn to each other, wanted to speak to and talk about each other all the time in a way that was so out of proportion with what was appropriate at that stage. You suddenly wanted his take on every single thing in your life, weighty and inconsequential, A too quick attachment brewed, and you thought that was was the tell-tale sign. One night after a stellar PSG match, he came to watch you perform. You saw him in the crowd and locked eyes and neither one of you looked away for the rest of the night. It felt like you were only singing to him, as if the thousands of other people there had just faded into the distance. He clapped and cheered ferociously as you sang, yelling for the crowd to make more noise. When you woke up together the next morning, you curled into him like a baby seal climbing on a sunlit rock. The daylight came in through the shutters and you looked at him asleep in the morning glow and thought that this was the only thing you wanted to do forever.

You were heading back to Paris now, your home and the best city in the world. Kylian had a rare set of holidays, and you had a few days relatively free. You couldn’t wait to see him, it had been months. Your heart literally ached with longing. When the plane finally landed on the tarmac, your were jittery with excitement. You said thank you to the flight crew, to your manager, to the staff that you worked with before promptly getting in a car and heading towards Kylian’s place. It didn’t matter that you had spent something like 18 hours flying and desperately needed a shower. You were going to get to see him. So much had happened in the last few days that you had missed. Kylian was now the captain of the French team. The youngest ever French football captain. You were so happy for him, almost swelling with pride. You had congratulated him over the phone, both of you teary. You couldn’t wait to see him to do it in person too.

~

You were finally inside his building, you swung the door open and called out “Bonjouuuuurr!! Ky?” You heard his footsteps immediately.

Suddenly he was racing towards you at lightening speed that would have otherwise frightened you. He lifted you off the ground and you wrapped your arms around his neck, legs around his waist. “Ahhhhhhh, Y/N I’m so happy you’re here” he said, “I missed you.”

You clung to him, “I missed you too” you said before pressing your lips against his. It was a slow, gentle kiss, full of deep, mutual yearning. You were both breathing heavily when you pulled apart, “How are you…Captain? ” You asked, before pressing another kiss to his jaw.

He grinned, “happy now that you’re here.”

You gripped your waist and your hands were on his shoulders, you rested your forehead against his. “Congratulations bébé. I’m so… so proud of you” You say sincerely.

“Merci” he whispers, a little shyly.

“How are you? How was the flight, and the last few nights of tour?” He asked, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the living room.

You followed him. “Incredible…Just unbelievable, you know? Like it just felt so unreal, like my life was a movie. It was a lot though. I am exhausted, it was really intense and I missed Paris and my family, and you.”

You hugged him again, needing contact. He was warm and gentle and smelt wonderfully familiar. He rubbed your back and kissed you again.

“I’m glad it went well, and I knew it would. You’re the most talented singer in the world. You amaze me every time I see you perform.”

“Ahh, stop…” you mutter, shyly.

“No, no, seriously, you’re absolutely enchanting to watch on stage.”

“You don’t have to say that”, you blushed, still terrible at accepting compliments.

“I wouldn’t if it weren’t true.” He said seriously, gently massaging your shoulders. 

“But I’m glad you’re home now. I’ve been wanting to celebrate everything with you so badly.”

~

A few hours later, you were both sat on the roof of Kylian’s apartment, after having emptied a bottle of wine. Cuddled up on one seat, with a large shared blanket and each others bodies for warmth, you were watching the city lights. You spent hours talking about what had happened in the last few months you were away. You told him of all the strange, funny, embarrassing moments you had on tour, all the weird fan encounters, all the highlights. Everything you wished he could’ve been there for. He told you about his time at PSG, how he felt he was improving, how proud he was of being the all time goal scorer for the club, how it made him feel worthy of the clubs investment in him, how excited but nervous he was about serving as captain for France, how the loss of the World Cup final still hurt.

You caressed the back of his head as you both waited for midnight so that the Eiffel Tower would start to glimmer, at it always did when the clock hit 12.

“I’m so happy right now.” You said quietly, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love.

“Me too.” He replied. “We have the world at our feet, mon amour.”

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[vintagepresley]

Y/n is costar in blue Hawaii and elvis gets a boner in the white swim trunks

Ahhh, my baby Elvis. This might get wild because him in those shorts... fuck. Thank you for the request!! ❤️

A Good Old-Fashioned Spanking

You were one of Elvis' costars in his new film Blue Hawaii, you were hired to be one of the young girls his character was showing around the island. You were so excited because you had always been a fan of his and being in a movie with him was a dream for you. Just being on set with him felt like a fever dream because you couldn't keep your eye off of him and you blushed anytime he spoke to you or called you 'Honey', which you knew was ridiculous because he called all the girls honey, but when he said to you it made you want to melt right then and there. His smile, those cheekbones, the way his eyes stared at you so intensely that he made you feel like the only person in the room. He treated everyone so respectfully but seemed to always give you a bit more attention than the others. Which you thought was in your head or maybe it was to make you feel more comfortable since you were younger than the women they hired to play the other teenager girls he was showing around.

The next scene that you were going to be in together was the scene where he takes you all down to the beach that night and he's getting ready to sing the song, 'Slicin' Sand. You were dressed in a blue swimsuit for the scene that really mapped out your curves. Expecting it to be a simple musical number. But what you weren't expecting when he walked onto the set were the tiny white shorts he walked out in. Your eyes nearly popping out of their sockets when you saw them and the way they perfectly hugged his ass and other parts of his body, you couldn't help but stare down at the bulge in his pants because they were hugging him so tight around his crotch that it was hard to miss it and his ass, you couldn't take your eyes off his ass and how amazing it looked. You were practically drooling at the sight of him, feeling a slight tingling sensation coming from the heat between your legs, but you knew you had to get your shit together quick because the scene was about to start. You closed your eyes, and took small deep breaths, exhaling sharply trying to find your center and some kind of decorum.

Once you felt calm again the vision of him in those shorts out of your mind, you opened your eyes again only to see him standing directly in front of you and you gasped quietly. "You doing okay, lil mama?" he said in that sultry, southern accent of his. You felt like you couldn't breath now as your eyes lingered back down to his shorts, taking a small gulp and nodding your head as you stared up at him. "Oh, yeah, I-I'm good, Elvis." you say a bit nervously with a smile.

Don't look at shorts... Don't look at his shorts...

"You sure, honey? Do ya need another minute?" he hummed, reaching over to brush some of your hair out of your face. You felt your heart flutter just from that simple gesture. You nodded with a smile, trying to hold in everything that you were feeling, your thighs brushing up against one another as you felt the tingling turning into a full blown pulse. "I'm sure, Elvis. I'm fine." you said softly. He nodded with a smile and you watched as he walked way, staring at the way his ass moved in those shorts, shaking your head at how crazy you were being. You eventually did the scene and you were in awe of Elvis who may have disliked the singing in this movies, but you wouldn't be able to tell by the way he always performed them so well. He made it hard to focus on what you were suppose to be doing in the scene, but you pushed through it and got it down. Once the scene was over and the director yelled cut, you let out a sigh of relief and it was going to take them some time to set up for the next scene of the movie.

You decided to maybe head back to trailer to maybe rehearsal some of your lines for your upcoming scenes and as you turned to walk away, you felt someone grabbing your arm and you turned to see that it was Elvis and you raised an eyebrow at him. "Where ya going, honey?" he asked with a smile. "I was just going to head back to my trailer for a bit to maybe rehearse my lines." you said with a shrug. "Oh, well, I could use some help rehearsing one of our scenes together, I just want to make sure I'm getting it right." he said with a sly grin. "Well, you can come to my trailer and we can go over the lines together, I don't mind. We'd be happy each other." you said with a smile. "Sounds good to me, honey. Lead the way." he said with a cheeky grin.

You thought it was a bit odd that the one person who not only memorized his lines, but everyone else's suddenly needed help going over his lines, but you didn't read too much into it. He followed closely behind you and as the two of you approached your trailer, you walked up the steps, opening the door and the two of you walked inside together, he shut the door behind the two of you. You grabbed your script that sat on the table, flipping through it and glancing over at him, taking another peek at his shorts as he was looking around your trailer, shaking your head from the naughty thoughts that clouded your mind. "So, what scene did you need help with?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at him. He walked toward you now getting real close, you stared at him chewing at the inside of your cheek.

He grabbed the script from your hands with a soft chuckle, setting it down on the table. "Well, y'know the scene where I'm suppose to spank ya? I was wonderin' if we could rehearsal that.. Just so I get it right." he said with a smirk, clearly having other intentions. You didn't even know what to say now, getting a bit giddy and shy, reaching a hand up to twirl your fingers through your hair. "Um... Do you really think you need to rehearse that... Isn't it pretty straightforward?" you asked quietly. "Yeah, but I like to get things right the first time, y'know? It's strictly business. I mean you want to get it right don't ya?" he said in a serious tone. "Hm, okay, well, if you say so.." you said softly, how could you say no to him and just the very thought brought naught things back into your head.

You watched as he took a seat on the couch, sitting up and having his lap on full display for you, his shorts rising up a bit as he was sat, you licked at your lips at the sight of them. He patted his lap for you as he stared up at you, his eyes wandering over your swimsuit, taking a nice long look at you. You slowly made your way over to him, and he gestured for you to lay across his lap and you took a deep breath leaning down and moving yourself across his lap until you were laying over it. You were in one of the most vulnerable positions you've ever been in around Elvis and you felt yourself blushing, having to remind yourself that it was for the scene. It was just work. He was smirking at the sight of you laying across his lap, eyeing how your swimsuit fit you and hugged your body, staring down at your ass that began to peek out of the bottom the underwear of he suit.

You got yourself a bit more comfortable on his lap, wiggling your ass around a bit and bringing it up a bit further towards him, he grinned to himself and he brought his hand down to press firmly against your ass, lightly rubbing over it. You squirmed beneath his touch, pursing your lips tight together, feeling the tingling sensation back between your legs again, he rested his other hand against your back and before you knew it he lifted his hand up and was bringing it down to slap your ass but it was a gentle slap which caused you to squirm just a bit and he smirked at the way your ass jiggled before him. Then he lifted his hand up again, this time bringing his hand down with bit more force that caused a small squeal to escape your lips and this time that one stung.

"Shhh.. We don't want anyone to hear what's going on in here do we?" he mumbled with a smirk, rubbing his hand over your beautiful ass, slapping it hard repeatedly now and grabbing a hand full of your ass, you whimpered softly at the stinging feeling, squirming more in his lap and suddenly you were more flushed than before because you were actually getting turned on by this. He grabbed a hold of you forcing you still. "C'mon on now, honey, I need ya to stay still for me." he said sternly. You did your best to stay still, biting down on your bottom lip and then he came slap after slap after slap against your ass, each other harder than then last and now you couldn't possibly stay still because it was stinging so much and suddenly you could feel something poking you in the stomach and growing against you. He let out a soft groan, you realized it was his cock and your body nearly shuddered at the feeling. "Fuck... Didn't I say stay still? You don't listen." he mumbled.

He grabbed a hold of your swimsuit underwear, tugging it down to reveal your bare ass to him, you wiggled as a small gasped left your mouth. "Elvis! This isn't part of the scene!" you said with a soft squeal. "Mm, I know.. Now it's just a punishment for you not listening and getting me all hard, baby." he smirked. His soft hand rubbed over the soft skin of your ass, squeezing and patting it lightly, but that lasted for only a moment as he started spanking your ass so hard, making sure he was getting each cheek and each smack stung more than the last and he was turning your ass red now. You squirmed and whimpered out. "E-Elvis... Please.." you mumbled. He spanked your ass again. "Hm? You gonna be a good little girl and listen to me? Huh?" he asked demandingly, spanking you again. "Yes.. Y-Yes.." you whispered, feeling your slick pooling between your legs. "Hm? I couldn't hear you..." he said, spanking you harder. "Yes, daddy!" you shouted. He smirked at your words, rubbing his hands over your marked up ass, trying to soothe the pain.

"Stand up." he said with a soft groan. You slowly climbed off his lap, your legs feeling wobbly and your ass feeling so sore. "Will you be a good girl for me and rub your ass against my cock, baby? You got me so fucking hard now, I need you to fix it." he said, reaching for your hand and rubbing it lovingly. "Y-Yes..." you said, you didn't know what was happening or why it was happening or why it was happening with YOU. But you had no complaints because you were lusting over him this entire time that you'd do anything for him. He grinned at your words and he reached over to tug your underwear down your legs and you slowly stepped out of them, becoming shy once your pussy was on display for him, covering yourself with your other hand, he pushed it away. "Don't do that.. I wanna see that pretty little pussy of yours, baby." he smirked, moving his hand between your thighs, running it up and down between your legs slowly, he could feel you trembling from his touch.

"Nothing to be nervous about, honey. I ain't gonna hurt ya, I just some innocent fun. Don't worry." he hummed. You nodded at his words, and then he leaned back against the couch, patting your lap. "Sit down, baby." he cooed. You turned around so your ass was facing him and then you sat down directly on his throbbing hard cock that poked out of his shorts, you let out a small whine from the stinging pain from your ass. He let out a soft groan. "Mm... Bring your legs up and spread them open for me and place your feet on on the couch. I want to make my baby happy." he mumbled, his smirk never leaving his lips. You listened to his words, bringing your legs up, resting your feet onto the couch and spreading your legs wide open for him. There just so happened to be a mirror right across from the two of you that you forgot to put back in your bedroom.

He was staring right into it watching you on top of him, the sight of your beautiful wet pussy open and on display for him, he watched as the slick dripped down your folds and pooling onto his shorts, he brought his hand between your legs, tracing his fingers against your soft folds. "Damn, baby, you're soaked for me..." he mumbled. You let out a soft moan from the very feeling of his fingers tracing over your pussy, bring your hand up to your lips, biting at your fingertips shyly. He felt his cock pressed right in between your ass cheeks. "I want you to move your ass against me while I finger you, baby." he whispered in your ear. You nodded, breathing heavily already as you slowly began to move yourself against him, your ass pressed firmly against him grinding on him in the most seductive way.

He let out loud groan the moment you started moving against him. "Just like that, baby..." he hummed, he let his fingers slip between your folds, letting them play around in your slick as he moved them up and down your slit, you tilted your head back moaning softly and feeling your legs shake and wanting to close around him, you felt his other hand on your hips, forcing you to grind faster against his cock. Your ass practically humping his cock and feeling it throb between your cheeks, his groans coming out louder as his fingers circled around your clit, flicking the sensitive little bud around his fingertips, a loud moan escaping your lips followed by a crying whimper as you squirmed from his touch. He pressed kisses along the side of your face. "Be still, baby..." he mumbled, dragging his fingers firmly against your clit, flicking it once again between his fingers and then gliding his fingers down and pushing his fingers inside of your tight pussy, your whole body trembled when you felt his fingers inside of you.

"Shit.. You're so fucking tight, mama." he groaned out, pumping his fingers slowly at first to try to get you to open up for him a little more as he felt your walls tight around him, the more he pumped his fingers the more you started to relax around him and he was able to shove his fingers in deep, your slick completely coating your fingers and dripping down his hand. You tried your best to keep grinding and humping his cock, but he was making it so difficult with how deep his fingers were inside of you. That he had to force you to sit still with his other hand. His fingers pumping slow and steady within you trying to stay in tune with your hips that rocked against him. "Mm.. Elvis... Fuck..." you whimpered out.

He was staring back at the mirror that sat before the two of you, watching his fingers move in and out of your perfect tight pussy, watching you soak his fingers in your juices, taking him deep inside all while you rode your ass against his cock, your slick making a mess on his little white shorts and on his own thighs, which he only got more turned on by, reached his other hand up to grab your face and turn it towards the mirror. "Look at yourself, mama.. Making such a mess on my lap with your pussy. You're such a dirty little girl." he mumbled into your ear as he continued to groan. You watched his as his long fingers fucked you, which only caused you to become more wet for him, moving your hips faster against him as you humped him at a quicker pace, which only prompted him to move his fingers at the same pace, forcing them in deep and curling his fingers in just the right way that he was hitting the spots that had you practically yelping and moaning out his name.

"Shhh... Mama... Don't want people to know what's goin' on in here." he said, placing his hand over your mouth, forcing your moans to come out muffled against his hand, your eyes rolling back as the two of you continued to move at the same pace, the sounds of both of your hot noises echoing throughout the trailer. You were breathing so heavy, your moans coming out airy and he was grunting and groaning so seductively right into your ear, the both of you pleasuring each other so well, trying to make the other cum. As you glanced back into the mirror he had your pussy covered in your slick, dripping and pooling all between your folds, you watched as it dripped even more onto his lap, his own thighs glistening with your slick.

You could feel yourself reaching your climax ready to make an even bigger mess on him, ready to explode and give it what he wanted. His swollen, sensitive cock throbbing, pulsating in between your ass. He knew he was about to cum real soon and he wanted to cum right on your ass when he did. You started to rock your hips back and forth so that you riding his fingers and grinding on his cock, which only pushed you further into your climax, wanting to watch the moment you came on his cock, so you lifted your head back trying to keep your eyes open no matter how badly you wanted to close them because of how stimulated you were and he was also looking in the mirror, watching you the entire time with a pleasing smirk. His fingers moving at a quicker pace and you cried out his name the moment your orgasm hit and your cum came pouring out of you making a complete mess on his hand, his lap and the couch. "Elvis, Elvis... Fuck.. E-Elvis..." you cried as your whole body trembled above him.

"Oh fuck, mama.. Goddamn... You messy little girl.." he growled, pulling his fingers out of you and watching as the rest of your cum came dripping out of you onto his lap, he was memorized by it all that the very sight of you cumming is all he needed. "Holy shit... I-I'm gonna fucking cum..." he cried out, he grabbed you roughly pushed you down onto the couch, making you lay on your stomach as he stood up, pulling his large cock out of his wet shorts, wrapping his hand that was soaked in your juices, around the girth of his cock, pumping himself swiftly, giving the head of his cock the most attention as he milked his cock for you to give you all his cum, the feeling of your slick coating his cock felt so good, that he felt his body tense up, shake and his hips bucked as he finally reached his climax, his cum spurting out right onto your bruised ass, he had so much cum to give you that he showered your ass in it. You were watching him in the mirror, chewing your bottom lip as you felt the warmth of his seed dripping over you as he gave you every last drop.

Once he was finished he was pulling his shorts back up and tucking his tired cock back into his tight shorts, exhaling sharply trying to catch his breath and wiping the sweat from his brow, knowing he was going to get questions once he got back to set about the wet marks on his shorts, but he was just going to make up some lie. You stared up at him, more in love with him than you were before now, feeling so dirty after what you the two of just did, but you loved every moment of it. "Wow, thank you, lil mama... Now you better be fully prepared for our scene tomorrow or I'll have to give you another spanking like I did tonight." he chuckled, a cheeky grin forming on his lips.

**

I GOT TOO CARRIED AWAY WITH THIS ONE. Oh lord, I'm sorry. It's the shorts. 😩

@infatuatedharleys @pennyroyalcreep @ilovehobi101

trying my best to remember to tag the people who asked!

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Amazing, Showstopping, Glamorous Blue Lock Headcanons That Are Definitely True Ego Told Me So #1

Inspired by a friend and I yelling about Blue Lock lately. Some of these are yours, friend. Thank you for contributing to my madness :D

Don't now if I'm gonna make a part 2 but eh? We'll see where my next fever dream takes me.

Isagi un-ironically Naruto-ran throughout middle school. He thought it made him look cool and increased his speed. One day he was full blown running across the soccer field and took a heavy nose dive- breaking it. He stopped doing it after that.

Raichi's playlist is entirely made up of early 2000's/2010's pop hits. I'm talking Britney Spears, Destiny's Child, Ariana Grande, and his queen herself- Lady Gaga. Knows all the songs and dances and performs them at 2 am in the Blue Lock cafeteria when he thinks no one's up. Has been walked in on multiple times.

Chigiri has a very specific set of bookish characters that if their name is even referenced he will throw hands. You wanna see this soft spoken shy princess swear up a storm? Drop a name. "Hey Chigiri, who's Gale Hawthorne-" "Don't you ever speak that bastard's name in my presence again."

Kunigami loves All Might from My Hero Academia. He's not at the collector level Deku is in the show but he'll quote the Number 1 Hero ("Former-" "We don't talk about the other guy, Isagi. There's only All Might"). Only Isagi knows what he's saying; everyone else has heard "Plus Ultra" but doesn't really get it.

Bachira is a fantastic artist. He gets it from his momma and it shows! He likes to draw the monster a lot, but he has drawn everyone in the room at least once. Whenever he draws his friends, they'll have little decorations associated with them. (Kuni's got a cape, Chigiri's got a tiny crown, Isagi has his own monster.)

Nagi can do the worm. He does mainly when he's already on the floor and is too lazy to stand, so he just kinda wiggles over to wherever he needs to go. No one knows where he learned it but it's absolutely hilarious to watch.

Sae speaks fluid Spanish from his time in Spain. This comes very apparent after Shidou pissed him off so badly he chewed him out in it. The mentioned man finds it really sexy, even if Sae's calling him a "Colossal hemorrhoid I have the displeasure of having stuck up my ass."

Despite his love for Horror games/movies, Rin is beyond easy to jump scare. His argument is that in those settings he's prepared to get spooked. Bachira can be as silent as the wind when he wants to be, so accidental (and a lot of times intentional) spooks are common between them. ".......Hi Rin!" "FU-!"

Chigiri is a great singer but horrifically shy about it. He sings in the shower when he's sure no one is around. Most of the tunes he sings are ones his sister introduced him to- things like "Uptown Girl" and "Tiny Dancer"; but he knows a handful of newer ones. One time Bachira walked in on him. The dribbler told everyone he knew about it but Chigiri flat out refuses to sing in front of anyone so it's more a rumor.

Reo on the flip side is a horrible singer and refuses to believe anything otherwise. In his head, he is a god of vocals. In reality, he sounds like Toad from Super Mario getting tased in the balls. Nagi has learned the art of tuning him out, so he's no help in disproving Reo's false beliefs.

Gagamaru has been the resident bug catcher since the Blue Lock Spider Incident of 2018. He's the only one brave enough to gather them up in his hands and put them outside.

[renmackree]

Hai! Same anon who asked for the original, can we PLEASE have more? Please please PLEASE?!?

Alright, but just because I like you :)

Part One

IL: I want 10.

SS: You're a greedy bastard. Fine.

"Lydia, your stalker wants 10 pictures this time." Stiles walked into the lab and tossed his bag into the little cubby marked "Style-less". Lydia was adjusting her lip gloss in the one next to him, "Queen Bitch" written over it with sparkling purple letters.

"He's getting a little needy." Lydia pulled back from the cubby and adjusted the white lab coat over her perfectly styled skirt and blouse. "You did tell him he could just ask me on a date, right?"

Stiles had NOT told Isaac that Lydia had offered to go out with him, because Isaac and Stiles had a deal. Stiles gave Isaac pictures of Lydia, Isaac gave Stiles the Teenaged Mothman collector buckets and reserved the middle row for him. They had this pact since Stiles' first year of college and he was not going to upset the balance in any way.

Plus Lydia didn't mind the attention.

"What Moth movie is this one?" Lydia leaned against the wall across from the cubbies as she waited for Stiles to change. He slipped the plaid shirt off and grabbed the Batman lab coat from his peg.

"Mothman in Love. This bucket supposedly has Erik and Steven holding each other with Wolfgirl and the new character LizardBoy." Stiles sighed, shaking his head. "God it's so stupid."

Lydia rose her brows as if she agreed, but didn't say anything. Once Stiles was dressed, the two walked through the decontamination chamber and into the main lab area. Greenberg looked up and waved at the two of them before returning back to his slides.

Boyd was finishing up some calculation on the whiteboard, turning around and nodding.

"Alright, are we wanting sexy or candid?" Lydia asked as she hopped up on one of the empty counters. "Because I only did two hours of skincare last night."

"Isaac holding your bucket hostage?" Boyd asked with a smile. "You know I could --"

"Yeah yeah, use whatever connection it is you have to get one, but Isaac works at the theater and this is traditions we're talking about, Vernon. Whoever your connection is, I'm sure she's great but please. Let me get my collector bucket in skeevy and blackmail-ish ways."

Boyd made a face but turned back to his work. The four of them had been in the same degree for nearly 7 years at this point, everyone was used to Stiles.

Lydia cleared her throat and Stiles began snapping pictures to Isaac. Some candid, some posed. One of Lydia almost sneezing to really sell the whole experience. After each one, Stiles was notified of Isaac screenshoting them and saving them in chat.

Weirdo.

Stiles snapped the final picture of Lydia, sending it off to Isaac with the message - 'That's ten, give me my bucket Lahey'. He stopped, groaning as he realized he had added that last one to his story as well. He had been about to delete it when another message popped up.

Haleofaguy is typing DH:Who is Lahey and why is he holding your bucket hostage?

Stiles bit his lip. So last night wasn't a fever dream! Derek Hale really had added him to snapchat. oh my god Derek Hale is watching my Snapstories Stiles thought, trying to come up with something smart to say back.

SS: Obviously we're reenacting the war of 1325 between the rival city-states of Bologna and Modena. Isaac has started the War of the Bucket 2: The reckoning DH: Don't tell my manager, that sounds like the title of a good movie. SS: See, I knew watching hours and hours and hours of cheesy b-role films would come in handy. I'm ready to make my first movie.

"Who you chatting with, Stiles?" Lydia asked with an almost predatory grin. "Is it someone special?"

"I mean, yes. But it's none of your business Ms. Sink-my-teeth-in-every-guy. Besides, aren't you dating Aiden?"

"No, we hooked up but he's just a fling. He has two brain functions and that's Fuck and Football. I'm not going to date someone who yells 'touchdown' when I orgasm."

Stiles snorted at that, watching as the snapchat went silent again and Stiles was left on read. He sighed, knowing that Derek was probably busy with interviews for the Mothman Movie.

"Hey, did you guys want to go to a party with me and my fiancée?" Boyd asked, checking his phone. "Apparently the party was moved to Boston last night."

"Party?" Lydia smiled, moving from Stiles to Boyd now. "What type of party?"

"Probably just a cocktail thing, that's what they usually are. But Black Tie is required so. Are you all in?"

"Invite Danny instead of me," Greenberg said from his microscope. "I have a date tonight."

The group oooo'd at that and Lydia texted Danny to let him know the plans. She then launched into Stiles' wardrobe and how she was going to dress him for the party. Stiles honestly wasn't really looking forward to the thought of being around strangers, but this would be the first time Stiles would meet the future Mrs. Boyd and he was excited.

With the way Boyd talked about Ria, she sounded like she hung the moon.

.o00o.

SS: Fit for tonight, tearing up the town with my side bitch IL: Pics or I burn the bucket SS: She's posting on Instagram, calm down Ricardo López IL: Who's Ricardo Lopez? SS: Look him up. BYE

Stiles slid his phone into the pocket of the tight slacks, looking over them again and frowning. "I look like someone going to a movie premier."

"Look, Boyd said Black Tie and I've been DYING to see you in this color. Truly, plum looks good on you." Lydia finished putting her hair up and turning around in her dress. "How do I look?"

"Like someone's trophy wife."

She grinned wide, putting her hands on her hips. "Thank you! That was the look I was going for."

Stiles rolled his eyes but let the woman fuss with his hair a little more. Her phone buzzed to signal Danny and Boyd were here. "Now, as soon as we walk through those doors --"

"--I only know you if I need to order an Angel Shot."

Lydia nodded and brushed her hand over his shoulders. "Mama's getting herself a hunk tonight and you will not fuck this up."

"Do I need to get a hotel for the night or are you going to? I just don't want a repeat of last time where I walked in on you and --"

Lydia pressed her finger against Stiles lips and shook her head. He loved having Lydia as a roommate, but sometimes it was hard to be with her and constantly be reminded he was so, so single.

The phone buzzed again and the two of them made their way out of their apartment and down to where a limo -- LIMO-- was waiting. The four settled in the back now, Boyd chatting about how they would be going through the back so they didn't end up on Just Jared in the morning.

"What does your fiancée do, Boyd?" Danny asked, sipping from one of the champagne flutes.

"Don't ask, we haven't even met her and Boyd won't tell us anything. Says he wants to keep his private life private." Lydia teased. "but not tonight! What changed? You've been going to her parties for years and haven't invited us!"

Boyd rolled his eyes at the chiding, sipping from his own glass. "Ria said that she wanted to meet everyone. And apparently the host of the party is interested in Stiles' research."

Stiles blinked. His mouth dropped open. Was Boyd's fiancée RIa DeLaugh-Moot? The famous wolf biologist from Finland? Suddenly his heart dropped. That would mean this party was for the conservation and repopulation programs. Excitement bubbled under his skin.

"Someone is interested in Stiles? Wow." Danny teased a little, offering a wink to the man. "At least we have someone to thank for this then. Ria and Mysterious Host. Do you think he's like Gatsby?"

The car pulled up outside the venue, the driver getting out and opening the door for them. Stiles' mind was racing as he tried to think of something witty and smart to say for their first meeting. Maybe he'd open up with a joke? Maybe he'd say a little wolf pun to get the mood broken. It was almost a full moon and werewolf jokes were always a good choice.

The Venue backdoor opened and a woman with bright blonde hair and a tight green dress stepped out. Her brown eyes lit up as she launched herself at Boyd and pressed a kiss against his lips.

"Vernny I missed you!" She sighed. "Remind me to never take another project ok?"

"You say that every time, Ria. Just remember that you enjoy your job."

She pouted but nodded before turning to everyone. "Hi! Vernny has told me so much about you all, I'm Erica Reyes."

Stiles' mouth ran dry. Erica. Wolfgirl. Reyes. THE Erica Reyes. Erica Reyes who plays Gretta Hansel in the Teenaged Mothman series. HIS Mothman Series.

But if Erica was here, then the host was --

From behind the corner a man in a crisp black suit and a tie with an obnoxious moth pattern peeked out. His hair was raven black and his hazel eyes were masked by thick rimmed black glasses.

"OH, and this is my good friend Derek Hale. He's the one hosting the party."

And if anyone asked, Stiles did NOT faint.

[littlepryingpandorica]

Ballister Emissary of Death AU

Okay, so I came up with this AU because I've heard Ballister be referred to as a Sad Wet Cat way too many times. (Not that I'm complaining.) But I also wanted to bridge 2 of my current favorite animated movies together into a nice crossover. So this is a crossover AU between the Netflix movie Nimona and the Dreamworks movie Puss in Boots: The Last Wish.

I also wanted to come up with an explanation for how/why Ballister didn't bleed to death (or die from infection) after having his arm chopped off. So in this AU, everything starts the same as in the Nimona movie until after the Queen is killed and Ballister is on the run, having been framed for her murder. He is bleeding heavily after Ambrosius cut off his arm on instinct. Ballister stumbles in a dazed state toward the abandoned junkyard that would become his so-called "evil lair"

But in this AU, the only reason Ballister didn't die from his injury was because Death (Yes, Death from Puss in Boots) made a bargain with him. Call it a favor for a favor. Death would spare Ballister's life and in return, he would work for him as a sort of emissary of Death.

See, Death is all about going after those who (he thinks) deserve to die. But he's not exactly the best when it comes to those who didn't deserve to die (I.e. lost souls and those who died too early, wrongful deaths, you know, like Queen Valerin).

Death's not really great with comforting those kinds of souls and ushering them into the afterlife. But Ballister has a pure heart and might have better luck bringing peace to those souls. And if he doesn't take the job, then someone else would, someone else who might not be as kind or gentle as Ballister, someone who might be more likely to abuse that kind of power.

So of course Ballister agrees. It also gives him the chance to bring closure to Queen Valerin and let her know that it wasn't him who killed her. But that he would make sure to find out who did and bring that person to justice.

When Ballister comes to after making the deal with Death, he brushes it off as a fever dream at first. It's only when Death shows up again later on when he realizes "Oh $hit. That happened. That was a thing I actually did."

I haven't really figured out where the story goes from there other than the fact that Ballister isn't nearly as freaked out by Nimona's shapeshifting as he was in the movie. I mean, after making a deal with an anthropomorphic wolf who is the personification of death, shapeshifting isn't nearly as much of a stretch of the imagination. Ballister grows to be a lot more chill regarding unusual things as he goes along.

I also came up with this AU because I don't want Nimona to be sad and alone a hundred years later because she outlived Ballister. As long as he fulfills his duty as Emissary of Death, Ballister is free to spend the rest of his time with Nimona.

Other mini-head canons:

Being an Emissary of Death gives Ballister noticeable white streaks in his hair. (Think the pink streak in Nimona's hair when she pretended to be Ballister but make it white and a lot more widespread.

As an Emissary of Death, Ballister ironically can't die. He certainly can't be killed or, at least, he "dies" but he doesn't stay dead. If his body takes too much damage, he disappears in a flash of magenta fire. (That's the color of the flame associated with Death in the climax of Puss in Boot: The Last Wish). And then he'll just pop up again later somewhere good as new. Nimona was ecstatic when she first learned about this (after being devastated because she thought her Boss had "died").

[interstyx]

A Commentary on Kenosis

Like all good ideas, Kenosis came to me in a nightmare. The very night the subtitles for Episode 5 dropped, I went to sleep with the words “let’s reset these memories, one more time” haunting me as I gave spin after spin to the implications. I dreamed up the events of Ch1 a few hours later, a very close match to what ended up written. It was an unforgivingly clear nightmare, yet somehow it was hazy in that way that you can only experience while under a high fever. Must’ve been some real-time hours of swapping between N and V’s perspectives while living through a torturous loop of physical sensations.

Next day (a Sunday), the first thing I do after my morning coffee is hunt for fanart, and I find this piece – one of my absolute favorites (whose source I neglected to save).

The message couldn’t be any clearer. The world was hammering into my head that I had, needed to write this nightmare. 

Writing it was torturous. I’ve never done gore before, and I discovered right here that I have an ill tendency to get too much into the role while picturing a character’s perspective; for the first time in my life, my writing physically affected me, and after each session of writing V’s surgery I’d end up hurting in a vaguely similar way. The nocebo effect was insane, really. I’d heard plenty of stories about the insane ways authors connect with their stories (a favorite one of mine is hearing the voices of their characters narrating the events to them, forcing them to stop when the narrator would break down crying), but I didn’t really buy them before. I guess this is my Special Cursed Power Technique unique to me or something.

What’s worse, each passing day the idea would spiral further and further and develop into an actual plot I couldn’t help but feel enthusiastic about. SIGKILL and The Waves appeared in my head either the same day or one day and the very next, and one too many sessions of listening to ətˈæk 0N tάɪtn (that’s an actual song title, and the phonetic spelling of Attack on Titan) gave me the finisher that The Waves demanded, though the events that’d become I Mak Siccar were always much more fuzzy in my head (which I think is easy to tell on reread), then later a Tumblr post by multiversal-pudding (who’s awesome) made me realize I couldn’t end it in such a shit note and handed me the right way to do it on a silver platter. If it weren’t for them, this story wouldn’t be half as good as it is.

I wasn’t sure if the concept had any life in it, so I posted Ch1 with the idea of it being a one-shot. Much to my dismay, it was pretty widely enjoyed, much more than any of my previous work anywhere. Another of the many special signs from the universe I got while writing this was that a friend DM’d me Ch1 on Discord saying “I think you’ll enjoy this one” and only realizing who wrote it when the AO3 embed with my nickname popped up. Really, I was just bound to writing the full thing now.

The way I wrote V from SIGKILL on is heavily modeled off my mom. This is intentional — V’s mood swings and impulses largely come from how she’d treat me earlier in life. Partly by planning, partly by discovery, Kenosis was supposed to be closure for my relationship with her, an attempt to work through the ways she felt when I lived with her, and when I moved with my dad. Their ways of talking are quite similar, too, so that saved me a good bit of dialogue torture — I wrote a good chunk of V’s dialogue just picturing what my mom would say and MDifying it a bit.

But sometime during writing The Waves, I had to draft out an abstracted hallucination of the real events in Ch1. I don’t recall where that bit ended up, it’s something about a hole opening up in V’s torso, and things pulling stuff out of the hole then shoving new, weirder stuff in. It clicked then, a quarter of the way through writing the chapter, that I was drawing imagery from a real event I’d repressed. I recall that the moment it clicked, my stomach wrenched.

This isn’t to imply that the actual events in the fanfic are an allegory or metaphor — fuck no. That’d have some abhorrent implications that I absolutely repudiate. It does mean, however, that I ended up connecting to V a lot more than I'd ever done with my characters (more than I wanted). 

Slowly, Kenosis started growing and growing, occupying more and more of my head. There were stretches where I’d procrastinate through days of uni work because I couldn’t put my mind off it until I’d written enough to tire my fingers (not that much, I have little stamina most days). It even started haunting me in the twilight zone between laying in bed and falling asleep, wrenching my gut at times. It was not long before I finished The Waves that it registered that pouring this much of myself into a fanfic series and suffering that much for it was a wonderfully silly predicament to be caught in. The robot goobers really didn’t need to live through my abstracted deliriums of trauma. 

I’m still not happy about it. There were much easier, healthier ways to process this trauma, but hey; what’s done is done. I’ll have to live with “projected deep personal trauma onto fanfiction” in my sin record. A year from now I’ll come back to this and laugh at how self-serious and melodramatic I got about these characters, how desperately I wanted to write V a happy ending, but right now I’m also very proud of how much I managed to achieve here. 

It was tough, it was personal, it took a lot out of me, and I’ll never forget that month or so where I categorically refused to work on this stupid project until I’d gotten back on track with uni, right after I Mak Siccar, with V at her absolute worst and the end still an entire chapter’s worth of suffering away.

In our journey past trauma, we find ourselves back there over and over, and the things we find strength in can sometimes hurt us too. There’s definitely wrong ways to overcome it, and it leaves us pained and hobbling for a long time — but with time and friends on our side, healing is always at hand. God, that’s such a cheesy way to put it, but this whole thing’s cheesy as shit. I think that’s just the way I am.

I’d like to think I made it through just like V, and this is a recounting of my journey rather than a fantasy of victory. I don’t know yet. I might never. I just really, really want to hug her.

At first I meant for Kenosis to be just a quick test before moving on to larger projects where I could express myself better. Now I doubt I ever will. I’ll miss writing this dearly. I adore Uzi, N and V deeply and I hope I can keep this connection I’ve built to them for a long time. 

Enough sulking. Thanks for reading.

[becca-e-barnes]

hi becca! i had an idea pop into my head recently and i literally can’t stop thinking about it. are you familiar with the concept of “free use?” like one partner in a relationship is available to be used in some way whenever the other person wants? because i feel like steve (or possibly even andy) would looooove the idea of being able to use his girlfriend whenever he wanted and i literally can’t stop thinking about that huge man just pulling me on his lap and having his way with me 🥺🥵

Eughhhhh I love the whole concept of free use 😵‍💫 I do love the thought of it going both ways though and being able to use Steve/ Andy back? Both of them would be so into it but I'm gonna go for Steve rn bc I'm simping

Because I love the thought of Steve coming home after a hard day to find you reading on the couch. You look so fucking peaceful, curled up in a blanket and while he doesn't want to disturb you, he's been so damn hard the whole way home just thinking of what he'd do to you.

You look up at him and smile when he closes the door behind him, asking him how his day was and moving to close your book before he stops you. "No baby, keep reading. Don't let me distract you, just keep going." He mutters, scooping you up and pulling you into his lap, taking your little flimsy shorts off and then his own trousers and underwear.

Two thick fingers tease your body and this was so unexpected, you aren't anywhere near ready to take him. His lips are on your neck, breathing heavily, the weeping head of his dick pressed between your ass and his body. His fingers circle your clit and he notices your sharp little inhale, your breath hitching in your throat and your eyes closing as your arousal begins to build.

"Keep reading. Don't you dare stop." He grunts, noticing how your hand holding the book has gone slightly limp.

After he has you worked up enough, he slips inside you, grinding your hips back and forth as his whole body shudders with pleasure. You're so full, maybe not just as ready to take him as you would've liked so it's a tight fit. "S-Stevie, that's so good." You whine, your head falling back onto his shoulder.

"God, you don't listen to a word I tell you. Read out loud to me. I told you not to stop." He's got a sharper edge to his voice now, determined not to disturb you as he takes what he so badly needs.

With a deep breath to steady yourself, your fingers clutching the yellowing pages, you do your best to ignore the gentle rocking and the overwhelming pleasure that comes with it. "I am glad i-it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love." Your voice isn't as confident as you would like it to be, given how the tip of your boyfriend's dick is nudging so beautifully against that sweet spot inside you.

He's finally happy, grunting in your ear and speeding up, using your body the way he dreamed of all day. "F-for it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the p-poets may say." Your voice is breaking a little but Steve still seems content.

"They are n-not brave, the days when we are twenty-one. They are full of little c-cowardices, little f-fears without foun... Foundation, and one is s-so easily bruised... O-oh, so swiftly wounded, one falls to the first b-barbed word." You're gasping the end of the sentence, barely managing to tremble your way through a few lines.

"Fuck, that's it... Feel so fuckin' good. You take it so well. Just letting me use you." He's moaning against your skin, barely able to grind your body fast enough, encouraging you to keep going.

[edupunkn00b]

The Uses of Adversity, Ch. 21: I'm Coming Clean

Prev - I'm Coming Clean - Masterpost - [ AO3 ]

I can't stay this way, but I pray that nothing changes Like I'm stuck between the gears of a broken machine I'm on fire and I'm frozen stiff Down to the wire, wondering if Today's the day I'm coming clean

'Cause I've got dreams that might not come to any kind of fruition I've got cracks in my façade I might fall between I've got pictures in the dresser drawer I whisper through the bedroom door Today's the day I'm coming clean -I'm Coming Clean by Ezra Furman

WC: 4013 - Rated: T - CW: none -

The next morning, Roman woke to bird song, a muted chorus of robins and starlings and chickadees all greeting the sun. Soft, golden light spilled through the gaps along the curtain’s edge. Sprawled on Logan's bed, Roman was warm and comfortable. Well, mostly comfortable. His stomach growled, a not-so-quiet nudge that perhaps it was actually hunger that woke him and not the birds outside.

He’d burrowed under the covers in his sleep and when he pushed them back and peered over the fluffy comforter, he saw Logan, sleeping curled around a pillow in the chair he’d set up by his bedside. A sunbeam landed just behind the chair, lighting him in an ethereal glow his technical director would be jealous of.

Logan's face was soft in sleep, the near-everpresent tension gone from between his eyebrows, his jaw. He’d removed his glasses and his lids were smooth, eyes darting back and forth in a dream. Mouth relaxed, his lips looked even fuller, an almost smile curving up one side.

He was gorgeous.

Moving carefully, Roman wiggled his way out from under the covers and confirmed that, yes, he was, in fact, proudly wearing bright white boxers festooned in multicolored hearts. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he watched Logan sleep for just long enough to start to feel creepy. Finally, he stood and tried to remember where he’d noticed his jeans last night. It was cool in the room and Logan only had a small throw blanket stretched over him, so Roman tucked the comforter around him before he went to dress and wash his face.

He’d seen Logan make coffee often enough to know how he liked it. After the way he’d cared for him—clearly all night judging by the shadows under his eyes, the very least Roman could was make sure that when he did wake up, there was a fresh cup waiting for him.

Roman gathered the dishes and an empty Gatorade bottle from the nightstand and pocketed his—charged—phone. Logan sighed in his sleep, soft and contented. He was sorely tempted to press just one tiny kiss into his hair but he satisfied himself with a quiet whisper. “See you when you wake, Lo.”

He crept downstairs and loaded the dishes in the dishwasher, then pulled out his phone to check in with his brother.

Good morning!

Re replied almost immediately.

heeey! back from the dead! how you feeling? did he take good care of you in your time of need? 😈

It wasn’t like that

like what? *blink blink blink*

Re…

aw, i’m fucking with you. i’m sure he was a perfect little repressed gentleman.

Mr. Sweet n Sour Sauce, everyone. He’s here all night.

just sayin’… da nile’s not just a river in egypt

Turning off my phone now…

nah, don’t be like that. seriously, he called three times, worried as fuck. then it was like it was christmas day when your fever broke.

He’s sweet.

i can see that. don’t fuck it up

Roman rolled his eyes and tapped at the screen but Re continued before he could finish his retort.

oh, and jannie says to tell him, ‘that’s not what he meant by celebrating but at least he got part of it right’

Smiling despite himself, Roman shook his head, unsure which of the dynamic duo was more cryptic. Those two were made for each other.

I’ll be home tonight, maybe even this afternoon. I don’t know what plans I’ve already disrupted for him.

you really so blind? his only plans are YOU, ro bro 

When he didn’t respond, bubbles popped and stopped repeatedly, Re writing and re-writing some message. Finally, he asked,

what’s stopping you from making your move? he’s obvs crazy about you

It was difficult to tell just how seriously he should take his brother’s assertions. It didn’t feel like teasing and Re knew, really knew how much Logan meant to him. His brother was an ass, but he wasn’t cruel. He wouldn’t lie to him about something so important.

It was even more difficult to convince his heart that Logan’s actions over the last day and a half weren’t more than the care of a truly altruistic person. Logan was a good man. He would do what he’d done for anyone… Wouldn’t he?

He wanted to ask how his brother could be so sure. Roman had been wrong so many times before. He’d fallen hard, taken in by charm or misattributing basic lust and desire for something… deeper. Logan wasn’t the type to take advantage of someone, let alone go through some sort of farce of denial of his sexuality. But…

But what if… what if the problem wasn’t with the men Roman was falling for, but with him?

Re sent a single question mark and Roman finished his message, dodging the real question sitting like a rock in the pit of his stomach. 

He’s asleep right now. I’ll text you if anything changes, okay?

okay thanks ro. kiss the nerd for me

Roman pocketed his phone, the dream-memory of Logan’s soft skin against his lips fresh and strong. When he closed his eyes, he could still feel it, the warmth, the way his muscles flexed just under his skin. Shaking away the ghostly sensation and the longing that came with it, he picked up the coffee pot and filled it with water.

“Ro!” Patton’s surprised voice bubbled from the hall. “You’re up!” he cheered and threw his arms around him in a hug.

“Thirty-six hours is probably long enough to sleep,” he laughed, ruffling his hair. “Hey, I wanted to make your dad some coffee and breakfast. Would you like to help?”

“Yeah!” Patton grinned and pointed up at the top shelf of the cabinet above the coffee maker. “Use the brown bag. It’s stronger, but it’s his favorite.”

~

Face buried in his pillow, Logan groaned and stretched as he woke, eyes snapping open when his book thudded to the floor. The sound was muffled by the comforter gathered around him. The comforter that had been tucked around Roman. He sat up. “Ro?”

His bed was empty, the blanket completely wrapped him instead. Craning his neck, he checked the ensuite, but the door was open, the light off. Roman’s jeans were gone from where he’d hung them on the back of the door and the nightstand had been cleared. Yawning, he stood, only slightly stiff from spending the night mostly upright. Watching Roman sleep so peacefully, seeing with his own eyes that he was well, or at least on the mend, had made it easier to set aside his worry and finally drift off for a bit of rest for himself.

After checking his phone—no messages from either Remus or Roman—he made the bed, then hurried to change and brush his teeth. He hoped Roman hadn’t already left. It had been easy to behave as though, here, in his room, Roman was already home. Home with him. He knew he’d need to return to reality eventually. Logan just hoped he hadn’t already missed him, that Roman would’ve said goodbye before leaving.

As soon as he opened his bedroom door, Roman’s booming laughter danced up the stairs and his cold, quiet fear dissolved. A chuckle spilled from his own lips, the mere sound of Roman’s jovial voice enough to make him want to join in. He skipped down the stairs, real laughter bursting out when he entered the kitchen to the sight of all four boys huddled around the table and engaged in a friendly—if loud—debate over the best flavors of jelly.

“Apple jelly?” Virgil’s nose scrunched even as he laughed.

“Hey,” Emile shook his head. “You haven’t lived until you’ve tasted apple Hamentashen.”

“Oh, are those the ones your dad made last year?” Remy grinned. “Mmm, Em’s right. I thought I didn’t like apples until I had those. You gotta try it, Virge.”

The homey scents of fresh coffee and toast and, of course, jam filled the air and Logan stood to the side, watching the conversation. He was caught, though, when Roman turned and asked Patton how he liked his eggs.

“Good morning, everyone!” Waving at his sons and his future son-in-law, he entered the kitchen to a small chorus of greetings. Roman stood in the middle of the kitchen, sleeves pushed up and once again wearing Logan’s apron. “Good morning, Lo. There’s coffee on,” he smiled. “Can I pour you a cup?”

Logan stepped closer. Bright sunlight streaming in from the kitchen window gleamed against the shiny stovetop and the coffee maker, bouncing up and turning Roman’s hair into a halo of almost red curls. The boys chattered, now debating whether Hamentashen were cookies or tartlets, and he kissed the top of Patton’s head when he gave him a quick hug on his way to the fridge.

Their happy voices faded into the background as he met Roman’s eyes. “How—how are you feeling? Shouldn’t I be getting you coffee? Or at least some juice? You must be starving.”

“Patton made sure I ate something before we started all this. I’m really feeling much better, thanks to you. See?” Roman reached for his hand and pressed it to his forehead. His skin was warm, but no longer hot, no longer that frightening feverish heat. Just… wonderfully warm.

He smiled when Roman blushed—actually blushed. He was beautiful when he blushed, soft pink painted over the apples of his cheeks, darkening his lips and spreading down his neck. “You took excellent care of me. I’m certain you lost more than a little sleep, though.” Roman bit his lower lip, holding up a cup. His favorite cup. Logan drew close and inhaled deeply. His favorite brew. “Though, it makes a nice excuse to wake you with a cup of coffee,” he grinned.

Logan had had this dream before. While tonight there was no glint of gold on either of their hands, with the perfect sunlight, the perfectly chaotic and peaceful morning with the boys, and the literal man of his dreams offering him his favorite coffee, this could be nothing but a dream.

He nodded and stepped closer. “You’re always a wonderful way to wake up, Old Heart,” he murmured and closed the distance between them. Both arms draped over Roman's shoulders, Logan smiled and pulled him down into a kiss. Roman’s surprised little noise turned into a happy hum and, laughing, Patton took the cup still in his hand and set it on the table.

Hands now free, Roman wrapped one arm around his back and the other cradled the back of his head. He drew him even closer, gently deepening their kiss.

It was like nothing in any other dream before. A soft need that matched his own drove Roman’s kiss, heat and warmth and softness pouring from him, even as he pulled him close, fingers curled through his hair. Logan melted against him, captivated in a way he’d never felt before, not in his dreams and not in his waking life.

“Alright, alright,” Virgil laughed. “Get a room already.”

Patton giggled. “Oh, leave them alone and eat your toast. Look how happy they are.”

“Jacinta’s so gonna say ‘I told you so,” Emile murmured.

Logan broke away, eyes wide. The butter in the pan sizzled and popped, starting to brown, and Remy hurried over to lower the heat. “W—wait…” He patted the top of his own head and felt his bedraggled hair and smelled the faint smoke from the butter as he struggled to catch his breath. “This… this isn’t a dream,” he whispered.

A broad grin spread across Roman’s face. “Do you frequently kiss me good morning in your dreams?” He murmured close to his ear, low voice rumbling through his chest. When Logan didn’t answer, he pulled back and searched his eyes. “Unless… it was a mistake?”

Logan looked up, Roman’s brilliant green eyes soft with concern. And more than a little pain. “Not a mistake,” he whispered in a rush. “But maybe…” His eyes darted to the table where the boys were studiously spreading more jam on their toast. “Maybe something we should talk about?”

He looked toward the hall. “Perhaps we can go for a walk?”

Smiling, Remy revealed just how much they could hear from the table and picked up the spatula. “Breakfast will be ready for you both when you get back.”

They gathered their shoes and jackets silently, each wrapped in a bubble of their own thoughts. Guilt for kissing Roman without consent clashed with wild, desperate hope, his heart pounding to a rhythm of ‘he kissed you back, he kissed you back, he kissed you back.’ 

Words tangled in Logan’s throat, unable to push out even an apology. They stepped outside, each braced for the same chill the previous days had held, but the sun shone brightly, and the air was fresh and unseasonably warm.

He pointed to the park across the street. “There’s a quiet spot there by the pond, if… if you’d like….”

“That sounds perfect,” Roman smiled and offered his hand. When Logan hesitated, though, he lowered it, smile faltering.

Logan took a deep breath and risked it, lacing their fingers together before crossing the quiet street and heading into the park. The return of Roman’s smile told him it had been the right thing to do.

Dried leaves crunched underfoot, the gentle earthy scent following them down the path. “I’m so sorry I kissed you without asking,” Logan began. “I…” His throat tightened, but he pushed forward. “It’s not an excuse, just an explanation. I… I have had… many dreams like that,” he admitted in a tiny whisper, eyes down on the ground. “Where we… we're—we’re together and… I—I’m sorry.”

“Lo…” Roman stopped walking and tilted up his chin. “Is that why you’re so upset? You thought I was… bothered by our kiss?”

“That’s…” He nodded. There was so much more. “That’s part of it.”

“I liked our kiss,” he murmured, stepping closer. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time.”

“Oh.” Logan looked up into his eyes. Roman meant it.

“Honestly, I wasn’t sure where your feelings were. This…" He smiled gently, thumb brushing over the edge of his jaw. "Something between us would be… new for you. I never would want to push you or make you… uncomfortable in any way.” Suddenly Roman looked nervous. “I… How…” He took a deep breath, like he was bracing himself for bad news. “How do you feel about it? Is it… Is kissing me something only for your dreams?”

Roman’s hand on his jaw was gentle and warm and Logan wanted nothing more than to throw himself into his arms. To forget why it would be wrong to take advantage of Roman’s kindness, to chase this feeling and…

“I liked our kiss, too,” he whispered, head screaming at his heart, but once the words slipped out, more followed. “I—I want more, I want all the things I dream about with you, I…” He clamped his mouth shut. No. He can’t ask for this. 

Roman’s eyes grew guarded but he didn’t let go of his chin, or his hand. Not yet at least. His smile shrank, though, and his shoulders curled in as a familiar expression flashed over his face.

It took Logan a moment to recognize that the look in Roman's eyes was the same he’d had when talking about Devin. “Are we…" Roman swallowed hard, a tremor in his lips. "In your dreams are we only physical?” 

“I…” Logan shook his head, the words sticking in his throat. 

Confess! There’s no going back now. You can’t leave him thinking you just have dirty dreams about him. 

“No.” Logan blinked back tears and tightened his grip on Roman’s hand, looking down at the way their fingers intertwined, the same way his mind wove their lives together in his sleep. “I… I get to love you in my dreams. We’re together, married sometimes,… usually,” he admitted after a moment. “And… and we dance and play or we wake up together or sometimes we’re…” He nodded, cheeks burning. “Sometimes we’re intimate.” Logan hung his head. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, Lo…” When he didn’t look up, Roman raised his chin until their eyes met. “Lo that’s beautiful. Why would you be sorry about that? Do you…” Sudden hurt washed over his face. “Do you… wish you didn’t feel that way? Not when you’re awake, at least? Do you… do you not really want that with me? ”

“Of course I want that with you.” He shook his head, staring back into Roman’s eyes. How to make him understand? “Ro, you’re incredible. Brilliant and creative, funny and so, so kind. You’re wonderful and… And you deserve so much more than… me.” His voice broke and he swallowed hard, determined to get through this. And with any luck at all, figure out a way to hold on to their friendship when he was done. 

“I’m damaged. Scarred. Here…” He released Roman’s hand and held up the shameful scars on his left hand, including the newest from clumsily dropping a knife when he’d been startled by the damn doorbell. “And here.” He touched his chest, his traitorous heart pounding under his ribs. “I’m broken beyond repair.”

Roman smiled, tears in his eyes, and cradled Logan’s cheek with one hand, slowly shaking his head. “Lo, you are beautiful.” He covered his hand, tapping to the beat of his heart. “You're beautiful here.” Wrapping strong, warm fingers around Logan’s, he gently pulled his hand away from his chest and lifted it to his own lips, and kissed his scarred palm. “You're beautiful here.”

The hand on Logan's cheek shifted, tilting up his chin and brushing a thumb over his lips. “And you're beautiful here,” he whispered, once again closing the distance between them. Roman’s breath warmed his face, and he smelled like vanilla and coffee and strawberry jam. He smelled like home. 

“Lo, I love you.”

“After everything you’ve seen?” He couldn’t hold back his tears, those soft, sweet words ripped right from his dreams just too much to hear. “I’m a mess, I jump at slamming doors, I work too much, I drop everything when one of the boys calls…” Roman chuckled and moved closer. “Why are you laughing?”

“You haven’t listed a single reason to love you any less,” he smiled, hand sliding back to card through his hair. 

Logan stared, speechless, and he couldn’t help leaning into the soft touch.

“Do you love me?” Roman asked.

“Yes!" Logan whispered. "I love you so much. All I want is for you to be happy, Ro. I want you to have someone in your life who’s worthy of being by your side.”

“‘I would not wish any companion in the world but you,’ Lo,” Roman said, quietly but clearly. Logan stared back, eyes wide. “I never did get to finish what I was going to say that night. I felt it then…” He brushed a line of soft kisses down his cheek, following the trail of tears. Roman's lips burned against his skin, a sweet, hot fire. “And I feel it now.”

He shouldn’t. Logan knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t stop the words. “‘When you depart from me,’” he whispered, chest warming at Roman’s growing smile, “‘Sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave.’”

Roman kissed the tears on his other cheek. “Then ‘thee I will love, and with thee lead my life.’” A gust of wind blew up over the water and Roman turned them, putting his back to the cold and shielding him. “I love you, Lo.”

“And I love you, Roman,” he whispered back.

“Then kiss me.” He lifted his chin, warm breath ghosting over Logan’s cheeks. “Kiss me like you did in your dream. Kiss me like your heart tells you to.” He drew closer, lips grazing his with each word. “Kiss me like you love me, Lo. And let me love you back.”

Logan couldn’t remember anymore why he was fighting this feeling, this warmth. A slow smile spread across his face. “Happily,” he whispered, and pulled him down into their second first kiss.

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Epilogue

Spring brought longer days, warmer weather, and finally, in May, Remy and Emile’s wedding.

The ceremony was small and intimate, held in the sanctuary at Emile’s parent’s temple. After an oneg attended by the congregation, QLaw staff, and everyone in the newly joined families, a second party kicked off at a candlelit park down the street.

Virgil’s music was loud and boisterous, a benefit of a grass-filled park surrounded by shops that closed by seven on a Sunday and they danced into the night. Taking a break, Roman and Logan had found a mostly quiet corner in a gazebo and they blew bubbles and watched the remaining couples dance.

As the moon rose up over the trees, the music slowed and a quiet guitar melody spilled from the portable speakers. “Oh… I love this song,” Logan murmured, his eyes soft and sparkling in the candlelight.

Attabody, Virge.

Sending the DJ a little two-fingered salute, Roman grinned at Logan. “I know.” He offered his hand and whispered, “May I have this dance, Lo?”

Logan looked up, cheeks a sweet pink that matched his boutonniere, and nodded. Roman draped his arms over Logan’s shoulders and pulled his body close, the soft, easy tempo a wonderful excuse to hold his love in his arms. They swayed to the music, Logan leading in that gentle way of his.

He tucked his face close to Logan’s neck and breathed in his warmth, the scent of spice and vanilla, even a hint of his own cologne. Roman chuckled when Logan suddenly pulled back, a new grin spread across his face. “Wait—how did you know I like this song?”

“You called me your ‘old heart,’ the day you kissed me,” he murmured. “And everytime it plays in the car, you hum along.”

Face hidden against his chest, Logan chucked. “You weren’t meant to hear that.”

“But I always listen to you,” Roman smiled into his hair, brushing kisses against his temple and his cheek. “Besides, I like it.”

They danced quietly, the extended version Virgil had created giving Roman plenty of time to phrase his next words. “It makes a lovely wedding song,” he whispered.

“Mm-hm,” Logan nodded, relaxing into his arms. “It does.”

“We could dance to it next year,” Roman murmured, pulse pounding in his ears. “If you’d like.”

Still holding him, Logan stepped back, eyes wide. Roman pulled a tiny box from his pocket and opened it to reveal a silver band. “‘Here, take my ring. My house, mine honor, yea, my life, be thine. And I'll be bid by thee.’” he whispered. “‘A heaven on earth I have won by wooing thee.’ Will you marry me?”

Logan was quiet, staring up at him with a thousand thoughts swirling behind those steel blue eyes. Swallowing back the fear bubbling in his chest, Roman stroked Logan's cheek and waited. Then the clouds parted and his face beamed in a brilliant smile.

“I was going to wait until we were home.” A soft laugh spilled from Roman's lips when Logan reached into his own pocket and revealed a remarkably similar ring nestled in his palm. “‘And on your finger in the night I'll put another ring, that what in time proceeds may token to the future our past deeds.’” Chuckling quietly, he drew close and whispered against his lips. “You have won a husband of me. And I of you. And there my hope has grown, Old Heart.”

Roman’s eyes fluttered closed as Logan pulled him down into a slow, soft kiss. An entirely different song was finishing by the time they broke apart for air. Chuckling, Roman carded his fingers through Logan’s hair and worked to still his heart enough to speak. A newly familiar fuzziness filled his chest as, instead, he lost himself in those bright blue eyes.

“So is that a yes?” Logan grinned.

Head thrown back in a laugh, he nodded. “Yes!” Roman pulled him closer. “With everything I am, yes!”

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