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A Plan for the First 10 Days of Dhul-Hijah
The Best Days of the World
1. Intention
Make the intention for your deeds to be sincerely for Allah ﷻ during these days, and have the conscious intention to expose yourself to the blessings of Allah ﷻ.
Whoever is sincere towards Allah ﷻ, Allah ﷻ will be sincere towards him (meaning He ﷻ will fulfill his wishes).
2. Repentance
Make a table of all the sins that you want to pledge to Allah ﷻ that you will stop doing them.
The Conditions of Repentance:
1. Abandoning the sin completely.
2. Feeling remorse for what has already happened (of sins).
3. Having the firm intention never to return to the sin ever again.
3. Praying
The Five Daily Prayers (in their Fixed Times)
Leave everything behind you as soon as you hear the azaan and get up and pray.
"The best of deeds is prayer during its earliest time."
Remember, you will be doing what our Lord ﷻ loves the most.
4. As-Sunan Ar-Rawaatib
12 Raka'ahs everyday.
(2 before Fajr -4 before Zuhr and 2 after it - 2 after Maghrib-2 after Isha)
"Whoever prays in a day and night 12 raka'ahs voluntarily, Allah ﷻ will build a house for him in Paradise."
Imagine🤍🙏🏻
5. Night Prayer
Any even number of rakaahs, and end them with one rakaah of Witr and make du'a for everything you want.
"And pray during the night when the people are asleep, and you will enter Jannah in peace."
What more could you want?!
6. Duha Prayer
Two to eight raka'ahs, any time between 15 minutes after sunrise till 15 minutes before Zuhr.
It is a daily charity for every joint in your body.
(Also known as Chaast or Awwabeen Prayer.)
7. Fasting
Have the intention to fast the first 9 days of Dhul-Hijjah, as the Messenger ﷺ of Allah ﷻ used to do, especially the Day of 'Arafah.
"Fasting the Day of 'Arafah, l anticipate that Allah ﷻ will expiate (through it the sins of) the year before it and the year after it."
8. Quran
Our goal is to finish reciting the whole Qur'an at least once (during these 10 days):
Day 1 - From Surat Al-Fatihah till the end of Surat Ale 'Imraan.
Day 2 - From Surat An-Nisa till the end of Surat Al-An'aam.
Day 3 - From Surat Al-A'raaf till the end of Surat At-Tawbah.
Day 4 - From Surat Yunus till the end of Surat Ar-Ra'd.
Day 5 - From Surat Ibraheer til the end of Surat Al-Kahf.
Day 6 - From Surat Marlam till the end of Surat Al-Mu'minoon.
Day 7 - From Surat Ash-Shu'araah till the end of Surat Al-Ahzaab.
Day 8 - From Surat Saba till the end of Surat Fussilat.
Day 9 - From Surat Ash-Shura till the end of Surat Al-Hadeed.
Day 10 - From Surat Al-Mujadilah til the end of Surat An-Naas,
9. Zikr
(Remembrance of Allah ﷻ)
Let your tongue be busy with:
100 times at the very least
 سبحان الله
الحمد لله
 لا اله الا الله
الله اكبر
 لا حول ولا قوة الا بالله
الصلاة على الرسول ﷺ
استغفر الله العظيم وأتوب إليه
وَاذْكُرُوا اللَّهَ فِي أَيَّامٍ مَّعْدُودَاتٍ
“and mention the name of Allah ﷻ on known days” (al-baqara: 203)
10. Azkaar
(Let these Azkaar also be a part of your day)
1. The azkaar of the morning and the evening.
2. The azkaar after every prayer.
3. Repeating the azaan and the du'a after it.
4. The azkaar before sleeping.
Write down some examples of these azkaar on paper and stick/hang them up where you usually walk.
(meaning where you'd see them a lot, just to be reminded of them as much as possible).
11. Du'a (Supplication)
Write down every single thing you've ever wanted and keep supplicating to Allah ﷻ again and again for it everyday (especially in Sujood, between the azaan and the iqamah, and during the last one-third of the night).
And persist in making even more du'a on the Day of 'Arafah.
And watch all your wishes come true after a while in sha Allah ﷻ.
12. Supplicating for Others
Assign a portion of your du' a for at least a hundred people. Choose ten people everyday from your family, spouse, friends, teachers, and anyone who has ever benefited you in any way, and make alot of dua for them, from your heart.
And make du'a for all the Muslims:
"May Allah ﷻ forgive me and my parents and the believing men and the believing women and the muslim men and the muslim women, alive and deceased"
13. Charity
Do not let a single day go by without giving out some charity, even if it is just a small amount.
Think of ten needy people that you want to help, or put a little money in a cash box everyday and take out and give away the whole amount on the last day.
14. Maintain the Ties of Kinship
Give a call or leave a message everyday to one of your extended family members.
The message can be as follows:
"How are you t/n? l hope you are well. I just wanted to let you know that l am remembering you a lot in my du'as today.”
15. Reviving a Sunnah of the Prophet ﷺ
Aim to do a Sunnah act everyday, with the intention of reviving the Sunnah of the Prophet ﷺ
For example:
- Saying Bismillah (before starting anything).
-Sitting down while drinking.
Starting with the right hand or right side (when doing certain things).
- Reciting the opening supplication (in the prayer before reciting Surat Al-Fatihah).
- Performing Wudu before going to sleep.
- Reciting the prescribed dua after making Wudu.
16. Prohibitions
Beware of wasting the best days of the world and the greatest days of worship in:
Watching TV
Social Media
Backbiting
useless talk
Sleeping too much
Perhaps you may never get these days again.
may Allah ﷻ accept from us all, ameen 🤍
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first flight to hongkong (freaky vers.)
a/n: this the exact same story but with watersports. if you're not into this kink but still wanna read click here for the vanilla version (jk it's kinky but no watersports). if you are meant to be here. grab a seat and enjoy my little kinky freak <3
synopsis: yes, you're suprised when your company offers you a vacant spot in the vip crew. but "surprised" doesn't cut it when you discover what kind of service your company provides the vips
wc: 18.3k
tags bellow the cut
tags: this tag list is looong so grab a seat sweetie...idol!au, a tad of plot, ateez’ love language is gift giving (yes it’s relevant), kink negotiation, color system safe words, flight attendant & sex worker!reader, dom!ateez (some are gentle, some are meanies depends on the member. hwa is both lol) gangbang, sir kink, impact play (spanking, kitty & face slapping), pain play, nipple play, use of toys, unprotected but safe sex (birth control + tested) (we love to see it), fingering (f), squirting, dacryphilia, orgasm control (f), overstim, slight corruption kink (they enjoy ruining you idk if it counts), very light foot fetish (yunho (pun intended) who this is about), marking, oral (f & m), deepthroat, praising, degradation (slut, whore), pet names (princess, sweetheart, baby, good girl, doll, kitten, each of them kinda uses the pet name they like), anal, double penetration, mingi is big, yunho is bigger, so much praising, lowkey voyeurism/exhibitiosnim, brief mxm (woo jerks off san. ofc it had to be woosan), facial, manhandling, !!!!optional!!!! watersports (present in this version ♡).
a/n: this is an idol!au and it's taking place right after the break the wall show in paris. so hongjoong isn't blueberry yet (he's blonde) and mingi is pinkgi because i wanted him to be (even though the pink had faded completely by then). that being said im super duper excited to finally publish this. it's been such a journey for me please overlook any typos or mistakes and i really wanted every single member to get the spotlight and that's how you end up with 18k... but i garantee whoever your bias you'll see him in this. i hope you enjoy <3
DISCLAIMER: THERE IS WATERSPORT IN THIS VERSION FOR NO WATERSPORT VERSION CLICK HERE
You check yourself one last time in the bathroom mirror of your Parisian hotel room. Normally your employer always booked you the smallest, cheapest hotels. But this time you have a beautiful room with a magnificent view on the busy Parisian and picturesque streets. You can even see the Eiffel Tower pierce the sky in the horizon line.
You sigh as you look at your untouched croissant and coffee, they turned cold a long time ago. You lay a hand on your knotted stomach, you are not hungry. You are stressed. Actually, no. Stressed is an understatement. You are a nervous wreck.
You fight the urge to bring your fingers to your mouth to bite your perfectly manicured nails, that were painted with a light coat of pinkish nude nail polish and instead tuck in a loose strand of hair back in your impeccably sleek low bun. The last touch up to make the rest of the look absolutely perfect.
To go along with nude nails, you have light makeup focusing mainly on skin. High end foundation giving you the airbrush look paired with a peachy blush that complimented your skin tone nicely. Some very subtle contouring on your cheeks and jawline and highlighting on the bridge of the nose and above the cheekbones. And to finish it off mascara that elegantly elongated your lashes and underlined your gaze.
Before you slipped on the navy blue uniform over the beautiful white lace Balmain lingerie set. You sprayed a light touch of Banglore by Carven on to your chest, wrists, behind both ears and a touch on the crown of your head. The scent was very unique unlike any women's perfume you tried before. It was a contrasted scent of sandalwood and amber with a touch of vanilla that lingered to soothe the warm spices. It was balanced and elegant.
Regarding the lingerie, the luxurious white set fit you so well that it looked sewed onto your skin. The bra lifted your breasts and the panties sat very high on your waistline making your bottom rounder.
You slipped on the light blue blouse and the navy skirt under a fitted blazer that matched the skirt. You also wore white thigh high tights. Yves Saint Laurent sleek black stiletto pumps. The shoes gave an elegant arch to your feet which was worth the discomfort. And last but not least the signature flight attendant beret, that had your company’s logo embroidered onto the side that read “Air France”.
You added to the look a very fine and discreet 24k gold chain around your neck and tahitian pearl earrings.
And that was the completed look. At least this part of the request you could fulfill.
Because, yes, every single detail about your look today was requested and revised by your client. The jewelry, the lingerie, the perfume, the make up, the nails, the shoes. Everything was hand picked by him for you.
It was your very first time attending the VIPs. Never in a million years you thought you would get there in your career but the rumor was that when the client was handed out the photos of the VIP attendants he requested to have the info of all the attendants the company employed and out if the hundreds of women he saw he picked you. So how could you not be stressed? This man (that was probably very influential) had set the bar really high and you on the other hand didn't have any past experiences to even wrap your mind around what was "setting the bar high" in this context. You were a total noob and you felt (you were) under prepared to cater the very specific needs of the VIPs.
But after all, the company only offered the position to you. They never forced your hand. You could have said no. But the compensation that came with it was alluring to say the least. That added to the luxurious setting of it all. Getting to mingle with the rich and famous… even in that way… it tipped the balance towards the yes, to the detriment of your morals. But maybe you should have said no…
In the taxi from the hotel to the airport you couldn't enjoy the beautiful scenery of the maze of narrow and paved streets. You were too busy fidgeting with your perfectly manicured hands and trying vainly to swallow the lump inside your throat.
You thanked the taxi driver and walked mechanically to the terminal, slaloming between the businessmen in between two flights and the lost tourists absentmindedly walking with their noses up and squinted eyes looking for directions.
When your feet hit the tarmacked runway making your heels click against it, you finally saw the aircraft away. It was unlike anything you worked with before. You were used to the huge boeings with the multiple rows and the numerous portholes but this one was a jet. The nose of the plane was narrow and contoured, the body of it was smaller but you could already tell from a distance, far more lavish.
You took a couple of deep breaths on the windy departure runaway to try to calm down. As you were climbing the steps that led to the jet you felt like your knees were about to give out. Thankfully your legs successfully carried you all the way to the clean and luxurious habitacle.
Talking of luxury, you had never seen such a display of wealth before. Each individual booth was lined with immaculate white leather and stuffed with soft and cushiony material. You could only imagine how comfortable the seat was. Every single detail was impeccable.
In front of the seat there was a bench where the attendants were meant to sit to wait for the customer requests.
"Hi" The pilot standing in the cockpit greets you. The sudden sound makes you jump. You muster a timid “hey” as a response.
"Are you ready for the big leap?" He asks, wearing a warm, reassuring smile.
"No, but I don't think I have enough time in this life to ever prepare for this so..." your words trail off into an awkward laugh. The pilot gently pats your shoulder.
"Don't worry kiddo if there's anything wrong we're right here."
"Thanks"
"The info sheet is over there" he pointed at the small closed off space, reserved for the attendants right between the VIP seating area and the cockpit.
"Ready for the checklist, captain?" You heard the voice of the co-pilot ask from the cockpit.
"You'll be alright" he gave you a last confident nod before closing the door.
And you find yourself completely alone. The space suddenly feels huge. You feel like you will never be able to fill it on your own. Maybe you bit off more than you could chew by accepting this?
You shake your head to chase the doubts away. You should at least check the info sheet before panicking, you figure.
You extend your hand to take the note sitting on a small counter next to a locker and a bench.
On the paper you find your name, your company registration number and your photo. So far so good but it's nothing new.
You read various info about the flight. Departure: Paris Charles de Gaulle. Arrival: International Airport of Hong Kong. The model of the jet and other details about the time of take off and landing. Still. There's not a single new piece of information to be found.
Then finally you reach the critical part.
Client name : Ateez.
You cock one eyebrow in surprise. That's an unusual name for a person. But somehow it sounds familiar…
There’s more information under “safe practices”: the client marked his wish for the service to be performed without physical barriers. All parties involved have been tested.
You knew that too after the long hours you spent at the hospital yesterday. But the client paid extra just to be able to not use a condom. Fortunately you were already on birth control.
When your eyes glaze over the next title your heart loops inside your chest.
Service request.
Under this you find a very detailed box list of various practices and... preferences. Many of which you'd have to Google to understand. Ranging from foot fetish to dacryphilia (one of those you had to look up). You didn't even know so many kinks even existed. But as much as you squint none of the boxes were checked. The list is entirely blank except for a hand written comment under "other".
“To be discussed with the hostess.”
The hostess... that's you.
The cryptic comment makes you somehow even more nervous. There's not a single piece of useful information on this whole entire form! The experience is already nerve wracking and the fact that the company is letting you figure this one out on your own is making matters much worse. You can’t prepare yourself without any information!
Well… there’s the name at least, you reasoned with your irrational self. You scramble for your phone from your small purse and type the name in the url bar.
You should have known not having to type the complete name for it to appear in the research suggestions was a bad sign.
Thousands of found pages popped up on the small screen. The first one you open is your most reliable source: Wikipedia.
Ateez (Korean: 에이티즈) is a South Korean boy band formed by KQ Entertainment. The group consists of eight members: Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, San, Mingi, Wooyoung and Jongho. They debuted on October 24, 2018, with the extended play (EP) Treasure EP.1: All to Zero.
Wait… eight members...... your client is a GROUP of eight men?!?!?!? You click on the royalty free picture provided by the website. Somehow the 8 faces look familiar though you are sure you didn't know about them before today.
Your heart sinks to the pit of your stomach. Your vision starts to get blurry as panic wins over you. Infecting your body via the poisonous adrenaline the frantic organ pumps into each of your limbs. You stumble to sit on the small bench.
You knew the said client was filthy rich. Only the 1% can afford to request such a service from your company but you expected a politician or a silicon valley CEO... not actual celebrities. The kind that sells out arenas and stadiums, the kind that you see on billboards and that make the front pages of magazines.
Then the realization hits you like a train. You did see them before! You attended their flight from Copenhagen to Paris a couple of days ago. That also coincides with when the company proposed this promotion to you... You remember now but they wore masks you didn't get to see their faces properly and the company flies tons of influential people all year round. To you they were just the first class passengers and you took care of them like you would have with any other client. Yes they looked famous but you just didn't check...
Now there was a difference between bringing them coffee and a hot towel and doing... whatever they were expecting you to do... which you still didn't have the slightest clue about.
Now you are sure. You did bit off more than you could chew.
You want to call off the deal. You should just call HR and just tell them to get somebody else on this one. Yes! Yes! You'll do that. There are plenty of other attendants that'd kill to be here so they'll find someone else no problem.
Right as your thumb is hovering over the number of the HR department you hear rumbles and voices in the tunnel linking the terminal and the aircraft...
Looks like it's too late.
You act in sole instinct and get up hurriedly, flatten your skirt and head with big strides to stand at the entrance of the plane like you would with any other flight.
It's okay y/n. You'll be okay. You're always okay. This is just another flight. You've got this.
You repeat those words in your head like a mantra. The silent prayer calms you down. You pull on your skirt and readjust your blazer, put on your best smile before you see the first shoe peeking up from the elbow of the tube. Followed by a colony of others. Sixteen to be exact, sixteen individual shoes. Yes... Eight. Eight men.
It's game time.
One by one the group boards the plane. You professionally greet all of them like you have with any client before. Politely smiling and bowing your head like you did thousands of times. All of them return the polite bow and despite their disguises you see some of them crease their eyes, letting you guess the smile curling up their lips under the masks, the beanies and the bucket hats concealing their faces.
See? So far so good. You got this. One baby step at a time.
Over the next few minutes you are able to calm down. You feel completely in control. You install the clients one by one in the separate and spacious seats. You make the final check of the luggage above the seats. Close up all the lockers and check that every passenger has fastened their seat belts correctly. You explain the safety procedures in case of an emergency. Then finally sit in your own seat, the little bench facing the VIPs while the pilot makes his announcement. When the plane accelerates to take off you are back into normality. Your heart has stopped racing and your hands are not clammy or shaking anymore. You no longer feel the need to nervously pull on your nails.
You are in control. You got this.
When the “seatbelts on” sign turns off you get up.
"You may now unfasten your seatbelts if you please." You announced for all of them. And they all did. You saw them taking their jackets and beanies off, getting comfortable as you disappeared in the attending compartment to prepare the refreshments. When you pulled out the small tray they were all seated and had shed the clothes that were hiding their faces.
With each stop you make to pour the beverages you are astonished by their beauty, each member being more beautiful than the last one. You felt your heart flutter more than once when some of them thanked you for your service with a warm smile.
But as everyone is served with either a cool refreshing soda or a warm cup of coffee you can't stall any longer. You have to address the elephant in the room. You can do it as you would discuss any other subject, you tell yourself as a small pep talk. Just have to stay professional.
You seat yourself in front of all of them and grab on a clipboard, a piece of paper and a bullpen. You cross your legs sideways, your skirt ever so slightly curling up your thighs, just enough to hint away at the white lace of your thigh high tights. Instantly their chatter dies down and you find yourself under the scrutinizing gaze of the eight men.
"Now for the VIP service.” You speak as confidently as you can. “The form stipulated that the preferences were to be discussed with the hostess. Is there any particular request you'd like to make? Any preference you'd like to share?"
"I think it would be more efficient to know what is off limits." The blonde one spoke. From what you saw online. That was the leader of the group, Hongjoong.
You stayed completely silent, dumbfounded by the sudden change of dynamic. The client is supposed to state what they require from you and you are supposed to do everything in your power to fulfill their wish.
"What are the no go's for you, sweetheart?" another one questioned when you failed to provide an answer in a normal, reasonable time frame. That one looked carved in marble, he had delicate features that looked hand crafted to perfection, beautiful long raven black hair resting on his shoulders which you could guess were muscular even under the thick black hoodie he was wearing.
The pet name somehow made your toes tingle, sparking nervousness in your stomach again.
"I don't know, the usual" you replied and immediately followed by an awkward laugh. Hongjoong smiled at you, Maybe picking up on the agitation showing through your micro habits.
"What about submissive/dominant dynamics?" The blonde man kindly asked, giving you a clue on how to answer. "Would you be fine submitting to us?"
At the question the tingles in your toes rose in your legs. To properly answer the question you had to imagine yourself kneeling before the eight men and the thought alone made you guts stir in something that wasn't just stress. You swiped your tongue on your lower lip in an attempt to pull you out of your thoughts.
"Yes, that would be fine" you replied as plainly as possible. You spotted one of them smirk from the corner of your eyes. That one was also particularly handsome. He had sharp cat-like eyes that were piercing holes in you. The smirk grew bigger when you made eye contact with him as he was rubbing his chin with his index finger that was decorated by a simple elegant gold ring.
"What about impact and pain play?" Another one asked. This one looked the tallest among all of them, even with all of them seated you could tell by how his legs bent, his knees sitting higher than the others. His face looked the softest among all of them so much so that it was hard to believe he could ask such a question with this benevolent expression on his face.
"'Like spanking?" You manage to ask without squeaking or stuttering. Which was a miracle in itself.
"Yes, like spanking, slapping, pinching, hair pulling... All that good stuff." The tall one continues.
"What do you say, doll? Would you like us to hurt you?" Hongjoong adds.
You bite your bottom lip as you feel your insides quiver. Only managing to give a shy nod to the question.
"Use your words, princess" another one intervened. This one seemed to be more mature than the others, he also had dark hair, long parted bangs tickling his lashes, very high cheekbones and a smile that could light up the darkest night, he gave off that aura of a shining star.
"Y-yes"
So much for not stuttering...
A murmur of approval collectively emerged from them.
"And degradation and humiliation?" A deep voice asked, you looked over at the direction of the owner of said voice to find a pastel pink haired man looking right at you. He had sharp features, piercing eyes and a strong brow bone. When you looked at him puzzled he elaborated. "Let's say I want to call you my little slut, my personal little cock sleeve. Or make you bark before I let you cum. How would that sound to you?"
You gulped as your mind instantly took you to the scenery. Your imagination sending you flashing images of sinful engagements between you and the group of men. Your guts stirred once again. You nodded and threw a glance at the previous man before quickly adding a shy yes (but still audible). Once again they emitted a quiet rumble of appreciation.
You couldn't believe all the things that you were agreeing to. Sure you had some experience in sub and dom dynamics. Usually you liked to be guided and you let your partner take the lead. And of course you had a couple of light spanks before but that was about it. And the most surprising thing for you was that all of that sounded exciting. Everything sounded appealing to you. Everytime they asked you a question it stirred your stomach in a brand new way.
"What about knife play?" Hongjoong asked.
"No, I don't think I'd be comfortable with that one." You replied, almost apologetically.
"Same for blood play?" He continued and you shook your head.
"Yes, I don't think I'd enjoy that."
"Spit play?" You shook your head again.
"Well I-" Hongjoong started but was interrupted by the last member to speak to you today.
"And watersports?" The man asked, his dark hair brushed over his forehead made him look maybe younger than the rest of the group but his unwavering gaze made him intimidating.
Silence fell over the jet apart from the quiet thunder of the engine. You took some time to think. You were pretty vanilla in general and with all the things you agreed to you were already way (wayyyyy) out of your comfort zone. Maybe you should decline that one but at the same time it was intriguing, and the taboo practice felt alluring.
"I think that would be okay..." your tone was everything but assured.
"You think, doll? We need you to be sure" the blonde man pitched in.
Again the pet name made you bite your lip.
"No I'm sure... sir." A smirk pulled on his lips. While the rest of the group exchanged cryptic glances.
"Well I think we covered everything. Guys?" They all agreed with their leader. "Also I see you got the little gifts we got for you" Hongjoong’s gaze slides down your frame to land on the white lace of the thigh high tights that was peeking under your skirt. The way his expression changed when he spotted the article made you swallow thickly.
"I picked the lingerie set. White is your color, doll"
You chuckled lightly at the compliment, feeling your cheeks heat up.
"Thank you" you smiled.
"Yunho, what do you think of the heels?" He asked, turning over to the tall man.
"Fit you like a glove. You look stunning in those” Yunho replied, giving you a warm smile. The comment made you nervously dangle your feet, which made his eyes instantly drop back to them.
"Wooyoung and Yeosang both decided on the nail color and the make up" both of them nodded in your direction at the mention of their names.
"This red lip is beautiful on you" Wooyoung complimented while Yeosang stayed silent, only amicably smiling at you.
"The jewelry is from Mingi" Hongjoong continued as the pink haired man raised his large palm up in the air.
"The gray pearls really suit your skin tone and the gold chain compliments your neck line. I knew it was the right choice" Mingi's deep voice answered.
"And Seonghwa is our perfume connoisseur" Hongjoong pointed at the man seated next to him.
"The fragrance was an easy pick. Elegant and sophisticated, exactly like you" the astonishingly beautiful man shot a wink in your direction. Such a simple gesture, but the effect it had on you was completely uncalled for.
"San and Jongho came on the flight with their gifts." The man named San lifted a luxurious looking glossed paper bag.
You got up straightened your skirt and retrieved it from him then Jongho seated next to him handed you a small case.
"We’re going to give you time to open those too" Hongjoong said. "This flight is long. We'll have plenty of time to play together. In the meantime, we are going to get some sleep and rest from our tour. Our CEO thought we did so well at our show in Paris he personally booked this service with your company."
"Thank you for trusting and choosing Air France" you bowed your head respectfully.
"Oh no, doll. It's not about them it’s about you, y/n" your heart almost stopped at the mention of your name. "'When you attended our flight from Denmark to France you were absolutely perfect and we all collectively thought you would be the best candidate for the extra VIP service. So we were a little disappointed when the company said you weren't part of the VIP crew. But we insisted they at least ask you if that would be interesting for you and we were thrilled to know that you agreed." Hongjoong smiled at you so fondly. Almost like the previous conversation never happened altogether and the VIP service was nothing more than some extra room for your legs in the seat and maybe a wider range of refined liquor to choose from.
"So we understand it's your first time doing this, right?" San asked.
"Y-yes." You stuttered. "Yes it is" you said a lot more confidently this time.
"Don't worry it's also our first time" the man grinned, cat-like eyes turning into little crescents as the smile spread on his face.
"That's exactly why I'll be conducting the meeting" Hongjoong declared, making you peel your eyes off San to look at him. "From now on, you will refer to me only as sir. I know it won't be a problem to you as you used the title a couple of times in the conversation already. But still, do you understand me?" Last sentence was a lot more stern.
"Yes, sir" you nodded firmly to emphasize your words, making him grin.
“The others are not as strict on the title. You may call them however you’d like. But I only tolerate that you refer to me correctly. Understood?”
“Yes, sir”
"Good girl" he smiled again but this time it was somehow not as wholesome and you took in a slow shaky breath to attempt to calm your heart that was hammering against your ribs.
"During the rendezvous I'll be checking on you to see if everything is good with you. We'll use the color system." You nodded, listening attentively. "If everything is going well and you are enjoying your time with us when I ask you for your color you will say green." You nodded again. "If things are getting intense and you are approaching your limit you will say orange. At the word we won't stop but we will take it down a notch allowing you to breathe until your color is back on green and you feel comfortable again. If you are overwhelmed or if one of us does or says anything that makes you want to stop everything just say red and we will all stop. Right, doll?"
"Yes sir"
"I want you to know that you have full control over this. Under no circumstances you have to wait for me to ask for your color to share it with us. As soon as you feel that things are getting out of hand, say orange or red, okay ?"
"Understood, sir"
"Well then. Why don't you take this time to go open San and Jongho's presents while we take a little well deserved nap"
"Yes, sir" you politely bowed and took your leave in the small reserved space for the attendants between the cabin and the cockpit.
As soon as you close the door you let the stress of the conversation out with a deep sigh, pressing your back against the door and letting your head rest on it, the cold feeling on your heated skin keeping you in touch with reality as everything seemed so surreal.
That was a lot to take in but somehow you didn't feel as nervous as you did before. Sure, there are eight of them. Sure, the conversation promised they intended to thoroughly... enjoy... the service but you feel like they value your safety and your comfort. You have a better understanding of the task at hand and no matter how complex and draining said task was going to be, knowing the boundaries of it was reassuring. You knew what they wanted from you.
After a couple of minutes you used to ground yourself back down to earth (ironic isn't it?) You laid the paper bag and the case on the small bench.
You undid the nice black velvet bow that was tying the bag together and took out what looked like a neatly folded uniform. But upon closer examination something looked off with the fabric. You unfolded the blouse. It was an exact replica of the light blue one you were wearing right now except it was made from fine mesh making it completely see through. You laid the article on the bench and unfolded the skirt. The length was ridiculously short and you know you'll have to walk up straight if you don't want your bum to be showing. But you guess it's the exact purpose of it. When you flip it too look at the back you know for a fact that the skirt was designed with the idea of exposing you in mind. You realized the navy blue cotton has two holes cut out to let both of your butt cheeks hang out of them.
You lay the shirt next to the blouse. Deciding that this gift is a little intense and you'll get back to that one.
You hand glazes over the case Jongho brought and you flip the attachments to open it. When you lift the lid you are greeted with a collection of different toys. All more colorful than the previous one. There's everything you could imagine. And more that you would actually need. You find a note that read “wear me” taped to a strangely shaped one.
You grab the purple silicon toy and unfold the note.
A remote control had been handed to each member. Please wear this one. For the other ones they're all yours pick the ones you like.
You are hesitant for a second but this was exactly what you signed up for and it was our duty to fulfill the client’s wish. So you breathed in a deep slow and steady breath before carefully slipping off your clothes. You were vigilant enough not to smudge your makeup and pull the wispy hair out of your sleek bun. You pull down the white thong just low enough on your thighs to be able to put the toy in.
You almost gasp when you spot the wet patch on the lace, making the fabric slightly transparent. It's subtle but you can't believe you got this… excited from this simple conversation. Simply imagining the propositions they were presenting to you.
You push the cylindrical part of the toy inside, biting your lip to repress a moan as the silicon easily glides inside you. The rest of the toy hangs out and lays over your clit. You swiftly pull the thong back up. At first you feel strange from this foreign object nested inside you but soon you grow accustomed to it.
From the rest of the panoply of toys you picked out a simple decently sized metal plug that had a heart shaped pink gem stone at the end. You figured the rest of the ensemble will certainly look gaudy enough and you chose to disregard the various gag balls and nipple clamps.
You put on the new uniform even going as far as to pin your name tag to the see through blouse.
And the look is complete. The skirt is so small that it barely reaches the crease of your bum. Not that it makes a difference since the two holes leave little to the imagination. The lace of the thigh high tights are on full display and the same applies to the white lace bra underneath the see-through blouse.
Saying you feel exposed is an understatement but still. You were almost at the two hour mark on this flight. You figure that the easiest way to deal with the embarrassment is to just plainly and simply ignore it. Go out there and work just as usual. And it's time to prepare the tray of refreshments.
You step out of the attendant room to walk the central aisle to the back of the jet where the fridges and the carts are. You can't help but to feel a little relieved when you see the eight men wearing their eye masks. Maybe they aren't all sleeping but they are at least not seeing you like this, at least not right now. It buys you some time to get used to your new attire.
You prepare the various alcoholic beverages, the cold sodas and the hot tea and coffee before you take a deep breath. And push the cart in. There's only one member that the rattling of the cart seemed to have woken up, Seonghwa.
With trembling hands you push the cart down the aisle to his level.
"Can I get you anything to drink? Water, coffee, liquor?" You manage to ask in the most natural way possible. Careful to speak at an appropriate volume level to not disturb the others.
"Coffee. Black, please" the handsome man replies.
You take a cup and pour some scolding hot coffee for him. Your tensed hands around the cup betray your edge as you hand out the beverage, the dark liquid swaying in its recipient. But Seonghwa gently wraps both his warm hands around yours and around the cup.
"Thank you. It's perfect" he gently whispers, looking at you with a reassuring, beaming smile that you return instantly.
You push the tray back in, as it seems no one else is interested in a drink. When you go back to your seat that faces the members the help indicator lights up above one of the seats.
"Sir, may I help you with anything." You asked San.
"No" he whispered, careful not to wake up Jongho sleeping between both of you since he was in the window seat. "I just wanted to say you look absolutely stunning. You wear the uniform beautifully" he held out something to you. When you opened your palm it was two shriveled bills of five hundred euros. You almost audibly gasped. Before you could say thank you he continued "I can't wait to peel it off of you later". You feel your knees getting weaker as San’s gaze gets sharper. You don't know how you manage to keep your composer as well as you do.
"Of course. Whenever you are ready, sir" you replied, as you felt your insides flutter under his scrutinizing gaze.
"Let's let them sleep a little first, kitten" you bit your lip at the pet name and you smiled back at him before going back to your seat to catch a breather.
For the next two hours. The flight is absolutely uneventful and feels like any other day on the job. You even have enough time to forget about the skimpy (to say the least) skirt, the see through blouse and the lace. And even about the toy still inside you.
You go back and forth between the aisles fetching drinks, small pillows and snacks fulfilling one typical and ordinary request after the other. This feels so routinely that you find yourself feeling a little... disappointed.
What you didn't notice is how one by one the members emerged from their slumbers. You didn't notice that as the number of requests increased their usefulness decreased as their main purpose was to watch you walk up and down the aisle to see your breasts jiggle under the see-through blouse or your ass roll in the conveniently placed holes of your skirt.
And as you were closing the compartment above Jongho’s head, you lifted both of your arms up which caused your skirt to rile up your hips. Letting the lacey underwear peep from underneath it. That’s when Jongho spotted the purple color seeping through the white of the lace. That encouraged him to take out his remote.
The vibrations took you by surprise and you let one small quiet moan slip off your tongue. Immediately pressing your traitorous lips into a thin line. You crease your brows trying to reach the handle to finally close the compartment, trying not to focus on the low vibrations coming from the deepest part of you.
Jongho can't help but to smirk when he hears the low rumble coming from the toy that is only inches from his face.
You stagger back to your seat only for the help light to go off again. This time you walk over to Wooyoung.
"Yes" you take a shaky breath. "May I….ngh…help you with anything?"
"Yes, my armrest appears to be stuck. I can't seem to pull it down" he says, smirking.
"There's a small lever on your right you have to pull it to be able to push the armrest down"
"I tried but I can't make it work. Could you give it a try?"
There was no way you could reach that far unless you laid over Yeosang's lap to reach Wooyoung’s window seat. One second look at the former and you realized that was exactly what they wanted. So you crouched down and laid on him, your stomach down. Your butt was on his lap while your face was on Wooyoung's thighs. You extended your hand and finally were able to push on the lever but suddenly the vibrations got more intense. You tensed up your back trying not to moan at the new pleasure you felt.
But you still managed to push on the armrest down.
"There you go, sir" you replied out of breath.
"Thank you, baby" Wooyoung said as he pressed his hardening member to your cheek through his trousers, gently caressing the other with his thumb all the while you felt a pair of hands putting to good use the two holes in your skirt. Groping and cupping your ass cheeks.
You let yourself whine ever so slightly when you spot the purple remote in the large hands of Mingi seated right up front, peeping back at you through the slit between the seats.
You feel a new vibration coming. This time the setting is changed from the low tiniest vibrations to two short low ones and one long strong one. You can't help but to moan when you see Mingi picking this deadly pace while he smirks back at you through the slit. You feel the familiar build up in your core as Wooyoung rubs himself through his pants on your cheek and Yeosang grabs and massages your ass cheeks.
You feel your walls dangerously constrict the toy inside you, your flirting with your edge but then the vibrations come to a stop.
Wooyoung and Yeosang offer a helping hand to get you back on your feet and innocently smile at you.
"That will be all, thank you, sweetheart" the latter says. Before you nod and go to another customer needing your help: Hongjoong.
"Sir, may I help you?"
"What's your color, doll?" The blonde man instantly asks. Still a little dazed you are taken aback by the question.
"Green, sir" you say as you brought back some loose hair from the bum that was a little roughed up by Wooyoung moments ago.
"Good" you spot the purple devices in his hand as he switches the toy on once more. At first it’s the same setting Jongho used. The lowest one. This one you could handle but soon Hongjoong’s slender fingers turned the roulette all the way up.
The feeling is brand new because the source of the pleasure is doubled when you find out the toy can vibrate from two seperate places. You can't help but let out a strangled squeal. The intense setting of the toy instantly skyrockets you to unknown heights.
"You look unwell, doll. Is everything okay?" Hongjoong asks with a sly smirk pulling at his lips.
You nod. Heat rushing to your chest and neck. Insufferable pleasure making you weak at the knees.
"Everything is perfect... mmmh... sir" you manage to say through gritted teeth. You realize the hungry gazes of the group of men are glued to you. Somehow the attention makes the pleasure even more unbearable and you feel like you're going to lose control at any second now.
Your hands wrap around the headrest of Hongjoong’s seat in an attempt to ground yourself as you feel you are slowly slipping into the abyss. Your heat uncontrollably pulsing around the devilish toy.
But as soon as you let out a moan that proves to be a little too high pitched. A pitch that betrays your imminent high. Hongjoong's eyes turn into a sadistic glacial gaze and he switches off the device completely. You can't help but to voice out your disappointment with an unpleased whine as you feel yourself pulse into the most infuriating and frustrating ruined orgasm. You look over the blonde man in confusion.
"Why did you stop, sir?" You ask out of breath, strained voice seeped with desperation.
"Because you were being a bad girl, doll and bad girls don't get rewards." His voice was so stern you couldn't believe he was the same man making sure you were comfortable a second ago.
"What did I do wrong?" The question sounded a little whiny as your eyes swept over the other men all looking at you with an evil twinkle in the eye.
Your lost puppy eyes and the sad and desperate little pout made Hongjoong grow bigger in his pants as he was gaining this control over you. He had to fight the urge to immediately palm himself through his pants.
"Were you not about to cum without asking permission first?" you could hear the slightest hint of amusement behind the graveness of his tone.
"I didn't know I h-"
"Talking back, are we?" You bit your lip, immediately interrupting yourself and looking down at your feet. “I thought you had better manners” Hongjoong said, fainting the disappointment of a strict father.
"I'm sorry, sir"
"Sorry won't do it with me, doll. Doesn't she deserve punishment. Guys what do you say?"
All of them nodded and agreed as you let the corner of your mouth fall, heart racing at the mention of the ominous word… Punishment.
"San"
As soon as the leader called his name San got up and joined you in front of the group. He stepped behind you.
"Now you'll stay completely still as San performs the punishment. Is this clear?"
"Crystal clear, sir" you stiffened when you felt the strong hands of the man wrapping around your waist and reach over your stomach. You hold your breath as his fingers busy themselves with your blouse. Unfastening the buttons one by one. He peels the fabric off slowly as you take the sanction as obediently as possible.
“I’ve been wanting to do that ever since I laid eyes on you back in Copenhagen'' he whispers quietly, only for you to hear. His warm breath on your skin makes you shiver.
Then he moves to the zipper at the back of the short skirt. The vibration of the zip on your skin makes you shudder as the group of men relishes in seeing you so helpless.
Soon you are left in only the heels and lingerie set.
"You did so good baby" the man murmurs before laying a gentle kiss on the shell of your ear.
"On your knees" Hongjoong says and you hastily obliged before he thinks you are being dissident again.
"Now say I'm sorry for being a selfish little slut obsessed with my own pleasure.”
The humiliation and shame makes your cheeks burning hot but still you comply.
"I-I'm sorry for being a selfish little slut obsessed with my own pleasure.. Sir” you add for good measure.
“Now you’ll crawl to each of us and ask for a spanking. I think 8 spanks is a good start. Right gentlemen?” Once again they collectively agreed.
For a second shame paralyzes you.
“Go ahead, doll. Ask Seonghwa first” you look up at the man.
“Please, sir” you try to swallow a lump.
“Louder, princess” Seonghwa says, taking your chin between his slender fingers, smiling fondly down at his cute little toy.
“P-please Sir” you say louder this time. “Please punish me”
“Of course my princess” he replies in this tender tone. A tone that contrasts with the sharp sound of his palm falling flat on your bottom. You let a small cry slip out your lips as heat rushes to the sensitive patch of skin.
“What do you say, doll?” the blonde man chips in.
“T-Thank you Sir”
You crawled past Hongjoong to Mingi and Yunho’s row.
“Sir please, may I ask you for a spank” you asked Mingi.
The sting that followed had you throwing your head back and suppressing a moan by biting the inside of your cheek. Mingi’s hand was larger and a lot less gentle.
“Thank you” you hiss.
You continue the round, going to one member after the other until both your cheeks feel raw and several hand prints are left visible. You finish with Hongjoong.
“Please Sir, please spank me” you say out of breath, your hazy mind having difficulty putting the words in coherent sentences.
“Color, doll” he says as his hands slips over the sensitive skin, soothing you with gentle caresses.
“Green, sir”
All of a sudden you feel the vibrations deep inside your core again. You can’t help but let out a pleased moan escape your lips. Arching your back letting your head hang down.
“Oh my g-god” you sigh before biting down on your lip. Hongjoong’s gentle hand wraps around your chin to lift your gaze to his own. His eyes are as dark as can be, an evil grin pulling on his lips.
“You were saying, doll?” he asks with his other hands still drawing soothing circles on your raw ass. “You wanted something from me?” he says, giving you a light squeeze.
You look around and see the other 7 pairs of eyes glued to you. And the sustained gazes and the vibrations send you to flirt with your edge almost instantly.
“Don’t forget why you’re here, princess” Seonghwa warns you. “You can’t cum before given permission or I fear we will have to do all of that all over again”
“Except I won’t be as nice this time” Hongjoong adds, the gentle hold on your chin becoming a little tighter, blunt nails digging in your cheek. “Ask for your punishment like a good girl and I'll turn it off”
“Please. Please sir! Please spank me”
“Good girl” he says before lifting his palm and letting it fall back against your already sensitive skin. The sharp clap that erupts from the motion sends a spark of electricity straight to your core, lifting goosebumps in its wake.
The pleasurable pain and the tireless vibrations almost had you cumming but with immense resilience and respect for the orders you were given you manage to hold yourself back.
“Such a good little toy for us, kitten” you hear San praise as the vibrations die down.
When you look back up at Hongjoong you look absolutely fucked out. He smiles at you and rubs soothing circles on your cheek. He can’t help but to feel himself twitch as he sees you look back at him this confused and frustrated.
“You did really good, doll” Hongjoongs praises “You may rise”
You get up again to walk to the bench. You plop yourself on top of it, barely able to hold yourself on the stiletto heels but at least it’s a relief for your knees.
Suddenly you feel warm and gentle hands wrap around your waist and hoist you up on their lap, when you open your eyes you see it’s Seonghwa.
“You did really good, princess” Seonghwa says as you feel his fingers slip up your back and unclasping your white lace bra. In a split second the lace is off your blazing skin, you feel the air brush against your chest as the other men drink in your form, all eyes roaming this new part of your body revealed to their eyes. You whine softly as you fight the urge to cover yourself, turning your head to the side and closing your eyes just to avoid eye contact with them.
One of Seonghwa’s hands slips over your breasts, massaging the lumps of flesh and teasing your painfully hard nipples while the other one slips around your waist, down your stomach and inside the lace panties.
You audibly gasp when you feel the toy being pulled out of you, whining at the loss of the fullness of it. You hear the toy bounce off the carpeted floor.
“You won’t need this anymore now, princess” Seonghwa whispers in your ear before pinching your nipple a little harder. “We’ll take care of you now” You arch your back onto his torso. Immediately he starts rubbing small circles on your swollen clit. You can’t help but moan at the smallest of contact.
“You got so wet for us baby” Yeosang comments, making your eyes snap to him.
“And so sensitive” Jongho adds.
You feel Seonghwa smirk against your ear. Continuing the small and light circles on your clit. Soon you lose patience and start to buck your hips, desperate for friction, desperate for him to apply some pressure.
“Do you want my fingers, Princess?” Seonghwa asks before planting an open mouth kiss on your neck.
“Yesss, Sir. Yes please” you breathe out, bucking your hips against his hand again. Which makes the older man chuckle against your skin.
“Take these off then, princess” He says, catching the white lace of your thong and letting it slap against your skin. Hurriedly you briefly lift your butt to shimmy out of the lace and let the fabric rest on one of your ankles. When you sit back down you feel your raw ass rub against Seonghwa’s clothed hard on, earning a low grunt from him.
“Spread your legs, Princess” Seonghwa says as he lightly caresses your thigh.
The whole room held their breath, all of them waiting to finally see you in the simplest of forms, eagerly waiting to open Pandora's box.
Gathering your courage you did so, very slowly you parted your thighs, feeling the cold air hit your swollen and sopping heat as you completely unveiled yourself for your clients. You spotted from the corner of your eyes Jongho starting to palm himself through his trousers.
“Fuck she’s so wet too” you guessed the deep voice to be the one of Mingi.
“So naughty” Yunho added.
“Good girl '' Seonghwa praised again when you couldn't possibly open your legs wider. He immediately slipped his ring and middle finger inside your heat, the slow and gentle stretch of your sex made you mewl pathetically, jaw falling loose as he curled his fingers right into your sweet spot.
“Oh my g-” the words get caught in your throat when Seonghwa picks up the pace.
“You’re sucking in his fingers so well, kitten” San commented while he pressed his open hand on his length.
Your moans gradually grow louder and the wet squelching sounds of your dripping center bounce on the walls, Seonghwa composing a sinful symphony on your body. Pumping his fingers inside and out your heat then gliding up your folds to find your clit and dipping back in again.
As time goes by and as you inch closer to your edge you feel no intention in Seonghwa to stop. You know this time you won’t be able to hold back and after being so close so many times to your high. You just want to finally grasp it. You’re so close you can taste it. You just don’t want it to have it snatched away from you again.
“Seonghwa… Please” you breath out, cheeks flushed, nails digging into your palm.
“Please what?” Seonghwa asks, sounding as innocent as can be but the smirk you feel on the shell of your ear tells you the innocence as everything but genuine.
“Please… Aaaha. Can I c-cum?” you finally manage to ask.
“You wanna show everyone how you cum around my fingers?” The sinful choice of words makes your heart hammer against your ribs. But you would do anything for him to finally let you finish.
“Yes” you breathe out, overlooking the shame, somehow managing to open your legs even wider, letting the plug peek from beneath you, the pink gem twinkling under the dim lighting, determined to let the others have a good look at you.
Your efforts are noticed. You hear a couple of them curse under their breaths while other finally slip their hands inside their pants. But most importantly your resilience makes Seonghwa agree to let you cum.
“Go ahead, Princess. Make a big mess on my fingers.”
You don't need more, you just let yourself slip as soon as you hear the magic words. Your mind slips into a haze as you throw your head back, letting it roll on Seonghwa’s shoulders. You clench around the man’s long fingers, cunt uncontrollably pulsing around him, refusing to ever let go of them. Your legs shaking as you let a long string of moans escape your lips.
The group of men admiring how your pussy opens and closes around their friend’s fingers, some grunting as they press a little harder on their painfully hard cocks.
When Seonghwa rips his fingers out of your orgasming heat your cum just sprays out of your in streams, soaking the carpet beneath your feet.
The high is so intense that you can’t even hold yourself back and start to let out your piss in a powerful arched stream, joining your cum to soak the carpet.
“Fuck she’s pissing herself” San says as he whisps his dick out, wanting to feel his closed fist around himself as he watches you humiliate yourself with an evil glint dancing in his eyes.
“So fucking nasty” Hongjoong says, shaking his head, fainting disappointment, but the wet patch you spot on his grey boxers says other wise.
You feel so much shame as the men watch you piss yourself like a dog. But at the same time the feeling makes you crave their eyes on you, the high completely clouding your judgment.
You can’t stop peeing as your cunt continues to throb frantically, the orgasm lasting for an unprecedented amount of time.
Finally as the stream dies down you’re able to come down from your high.
“Goog girl” Seonghwa praises as he brings his cum covered digits to your mouth. You immediately, out of instinct, your mind still in a complete haze, welcome the long fingers inside your mouth. Eagerly sucking and licking, your taste taking over your mouth and rolling on your tongue.
Suddenly you feel another pair of hands on your thighs. When you look you see Yunho letting his big palms glide from your thighs to your calf and to your feet. He brings your foot to his face, one hand under your calf and the other wrapped around the heel while he kisses your ankles, going down on your feet, he slips his tongue out, licking the black leather of the pump. Before taking them off.
“How do you taste, princess?” Seonghwa asks when he sees you distracted by Yunho.
“Delicious, sir” you replied, still not taking your eyes off the tall man kneeling between your legs.
“Let me have a taste.” Seonghwa says before crashing his lips on yours, you share your cum with him as he pushes his tongue past your lips, eager to discover your flavor.
He breathes heavily as he keeps kissing you. You feel Yunho peel off one of the tights to give kitten licks to your toes.
The novel feeling has you moaning into Seonghwa’s mouth. He sucks on your toes before trailing up your thigh. Leaving blue and purple marks as he progresses up until he reaches your pubic bone. He kisses you everywhere but where you want him the most. You whine into the older one's mouth. Until the taller man finally gives a kitten lick to your clit. You rip your mouth from Seonghwa to look at Yunho between your legs. He doesn't break eye contact as he starts to relish on your taste. Your eyebrows knit on your forehead as your jaw falls open.
“Fuckkk” you swear before sucking your lip between your teeth.
“You like that?” He asks, lips still pressed to your folds.
“Yess! Yesss” you say as you eagerly grind your hips on your tongue, earning a low groan from the man behind you as your ass rubbed on his harder than ever cock. The raging hard on threatening to rip through the pants at any moment.
“What a greedy little whore” Mingi says as he gets up to come closer to the scene. Soon all of them follow and you find yourself surrounded by all 8 men looking down at you, hands either under or over their pants, playing with their cocks as they didn’t peel their eyes off you for a second.
Seeing all of them around you, their hungry gaze fixed on you makes you even more eager, and you find yourself grinding even faster on Yunho’s tongue, letting sighs and pleading cries roll off your tongue.
“You just came, doll” Hongjoong started. “And you’re already so eager to cum again?” his warm hand slipped between your breast to go up you throat, lightly squeezing, just enough to make it threatening, making your eyes snap to him. “You’re so naughty”.
While you were distracted by Hongjoong you didn't notice from the corner of your eye Wooyoung taking his pants off and pumping his length in his clenched fist. Swiping his tongue on his bottom lips watching you fuck yourself out on Yunho’s mouth while Seonghwa groaned behind you and bit your neck.
It’s only when you felt the hot tip against your cheek that you turned your head to him. When you look up at him the devilish grin that he adorns makes your inside flutter, your eager cunt twitching on Yunho’s tongue.
“Open wide for me, baby, okay?” Wooyoung’s raspy voice asked as he laid his leaking tip right on your lips. As soon as the tip of your tongue makes contact with his slit you give it a kitten lick. The salty taste goes straight to your head and makes you dizzy. You open your mouth a little wider and Wooyoung slowly pushes his length inside you. You can’t help but to moan as you feel the smooth skin gliding so easily on your wet tongue. Letting your eyes roll back as you feel your lips stretch to accommodate this fullness in your mouth while Yunho slows down his rhythm, allowing you just enough lucidity to be able to concentrate on your new found mission.
Wooyoung continues to progress until he bottoms out. And you hollow your cheeks to pull your head back on his length just to push back in. You start out slow, making sure to lube him up with your spit. And Wooyoung sighs at the pleasurable way your tongue swirls around his tip every time he hangs on your lips, letting his head roll back, thick veins ornamenting his neck.
As you pick up the pace you feel hands wrap around what was once your bun and push you back down further on Wooyoung’s cock.
“Come on, princess. You can do better than that” you hear Seonghwa purr in your ear. As Wooyoung groans, feeling you go deeper. “You can take him all in. Right Princess?”
With each coming and going Seonghwa pushes on your head a little harder until, your nose hits Wooyoung’s pubic bone. Seonghwa keeps you right there for a moment as you look up at the younger man with teary eyes.
“Ever since I picked this red lipstick for you I've wanted to see it around my cock. You’re so pretty like this baby.” Wooyoung says as Seonghwa finally releases you, allowing you to pull back and breathe. You suck in a deep breath, fighting back a coughing fit.
“You’re doing so good, Princess. So good for us” Seonghwa praises, already pushing your head back on Wooyoung’s length. You open your mouth once again, pursing your lips, hollowing your cheeks. So good that soon enough Wooyoung lets his head roll back and let a long string of profanities fall from his lips.
“Fuck you’re so good at this, baby. Like you were made to suck cock” he praised, through gritted teeth. “Fuckkk” he cursed again and you felt his cock twitch on your tongue while he suddenly gripped your hair, stopping you from pushing him back inside your wet mouth. “Fuck” he breathes heavily. “I need a break. Don’t want the fun to end now” he said, pulling his lips in a sinful smirk.
“I’ll take it from here” San said, pulling Wooyoung by the shoulder to take his place. When you are presented with San’s cock you can tell he has been playing with himself for a while, the tip is swollen, beet red and dripping. It is the most mouth watering sight you ever got the chance to witness. Instinctively you open wider and approach your lips but San pulls back before you can wrap your mouth around the alluring member.
“An eager little kitten, aren't we?” the man breathes out while he lazily pumps himself before your round out eyes. “You want my cock this bad ?” he smirks wickedly, looking down on you. You only nod, not peeling your eyes off San’s cock. “You have to properly ask for it before I give it to you” Your eyes snap back to his sharp ones. There’s not a trace of humor in his dark brown orbs, only dark lust burning holes into you.
“Please, sir. Fill my mouth with your cock” you whisper, your warm breath hitting San’s raw dick, making him suck in a breath.
“Good little kitty” he praises while pressing his cock against your lips, which you part as soon as you feel the hot leaking tip against your mouth, immediately the taste going to your head. Slowly you glide on San’s length as his hands wrap around both your ears, pulling you even further on his cock, grunting all the way down until he reaches the bottom.
“Stay completely still, kitten” he whispers, the sultry tone making you shiver under his unwavering gaze. “Let me fuck that pretty little mouth”
Suddenly you gasp as you feel two long fingers being pushed inside your dripping heat, Yunho, tired of being ignored, wants to get your attention back. And the least you can say is that it’s effective. His digits curl inside you deliciously, able to reach deeper than Seonghwa.
San takes advantage of your sudden gasp to push his length deeper, picking up right where Wooyoung left off. You feel the delicious burn of your throat expanding to accommodate San’s girth.
Yunho wraps his lips around your clit once more while San pleasures himself with your mouth, strong grip around your head, pulling your head in and pushing it back out again at a rapid pace. The pleasure makes you moan on San’s length, your eyes becoming watery.
“You like that, babygirl?” you hear Yunho ask you from between your legs. You can’t possibly respond because San doesn't allow a single word to leave your mouth, only muffled sounds of approval.
“Good girl” Yunho praises before returning to tease you. His tongue twirls around your sensitive bundle of nerves occasionally sucking and flicking it with his tongue.
“You like getting your little cunt stuffed while I fuck your face, kitten?” San asks, breath short, strong forearms contracting around your face. You only moan in approval, trying to nod your head which proves to be impossible due to San’s grip. Only the volume of the pitch of the moans you make, gives away at the state of urgency in which you find yourself.
“You wanna cum?” San asks, somehow grip growing stronger. You moan again, one single tear rolling down your cheek, dragging with it one streak of mascara. “Cum, kitten. Cum for Yunho with my dick down your throat”
Once again the permission makes you let go of the knot in your guts, the pleasure spreads to you through your core pulsing under Yunho tongue and clenching on his long fingers, deliciously curled right into your sweet spot. Gradually San and Yunho slow down allowing you to ride off your high.
Before you even gather up your thought you feel Seonghwa turn your head to him one more time, slipping his long tongue inside your mouth, the only response your hazy mind can come up with is to moan into his mouth before you feel yourself being lifted up by a couple pair of strong arms, Seonghwa grunting under you.
“Princess, I need you right here” You hear the older man’s deep voice as his gaze points at his dick, now shed from its restraints, standing proud and tall. You step towards him and lift your leg to take him in but he stops you.
“No, princess. Other way around, I want the others to see the beautiful expressions you make with my cock deep inside you” he says as he lightly pushes on your hips, urging you to turn around. When you do and see the others you can’t help but to feel a new wave of arousal.
You find yourself hovering over Seonghwa while you hold his length in your hand. The whole room seems to hold their breath as you align yourself with him, gathering your arousal, taking your time to spread it on the leaking tip.
“Look how wet you are” Jongho commented. “We haven't even started yet and you already made such a mess”
“S-sorry, sir” you muster and bite your lip immediately after, sinking your hips on Seonghwa as the others all look at the precise place your two bodies meet, fist pumping around the results of their own arousal.
“Fuckkkk” you hear Seonghwa curse in your ear.
“Enjoying the eldest privilege, hyung?” you hear the low voice of Mingi ask as you can’t even bring yourself to open your eyes, your body automatically shutting down your other senses to focus solely on the delicious stretch of your walls around Seonghwa’s girth.
“I’m not the only one, am I Princess?” he asks short of breath, his hands tucking behind your ear one of many strands of hair that escaped your once sleek updo. When you fail to provide a satisfactory reply, Seonghwa’s hand drops down to your cunt.
“Didn't I tell you to…” his hot breath fans your ear, you sigh and let your head fall back on his shoulder as you feel his hand touch you in the place you need him the most only to receive a sharp slap right on your very sensitive bud. The unexpected and acute pain stirs your gut in a brand new way, making you clench around Seonghwa, ripping a low moan from your lips.
“... use your words?” he asks, voice a lot sterner.
“Yesss” you mewl. “Yesssss” you pant. “Yess, sir” not being able to tell if you crave another slap or if you had just gone completely mad.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” he asks again.
“”Yes, sir. I am”
“So naughty, doll” Hongjoong comments, stepping closer.
“Now princess, work for me a little, okay? Make me feel good.” The eldest places both his hands on your hips making you sink down until he reaches the deepest part of you as you moan, feeling him deliciously splitting you open. “Show them how good you are.”
You start to rise up again, Seonghwa’s hands still on your hips but not helping you in any way, letting you take control over this. Once his tip is barely hanging inside you, you sink down again, this time faster. His lubricated length slides inside you with ease. You moan without restraint at the way his length rubs on the toy in your ass, stirring it around and making the metal push on all the right places. You repeat the motion until you settle in a comfortable rhythm.
As you behave according to Seonghwa’s order you can't help but let your half lidded gaze sweep the room. All these eyes on you make you clench again, urging you to bounce harder on Seonghwa’s girth.
“Look at you, slutty tits bouncing for us.” Jongho comments again, making you bite your lip, shame bubbling with arousal in the pit of your stomach. But at the same time you can’t seem to stop your hips, irrepressibly pulled down and pushed back up again and again until Seonghwa feels you flutter around him.
“You like giving a good show. Right Princess?”
“Yess sir” you whine, eyes prickling with tears.
“Aren’t you a pretty one, doll?” Hongjoong whispers, his voice barely covering your moans and whines, slipping his hands right between your breasts caressing with the tip of his finger your soft and dampened sweaty skin, trailing to cup your breast. Suddenly he pinches your nipples harden into buds, the dull pain makes you roll your head back, letting a throaty moan escape your lips.
“Doll, can’t you do anything with those pretty hands of yours?” Hongjoong asks, pinching ever so slightly harder.
Before you can even reply anything, Yeosang and Yunho step to each side of you, wrapping your fingers around their two cocks.
“That’s way better” Hongjoong compliments.
They start out by guiding you on their length until you continue on your own.
“Fuck sweetheart” Yeosang starts. “Those pretty hands were made to pleasure cocks” he praises as he brings your face close to his length, pushing your cheeks onto his tip, spreading the pre cum on your hot face.
“Such a good little girl for us” Yunho outbids the praise, pulling you close to also spread his essence on you. “Faster my baby” he exhales.
You oblige as you feel Seonghwa's hands on your hips urging you to go faster, his blunt nails digging into your sides. As you do so Seonghwa lightly scoots down on the bench, angling his cock in a brand new way. You can't help but to moan loudly at the way he’s now rubbing your sweet spot, each back and forth scrubbing against the toy in your ass and deliciously poking at the entrance of Eden's garden.
“Such beautiful sounds” Seonghwa praises, licking around your ear, the wet sounds of his mouth making your guts slush around as your grip tightens around the two cocks in your hand, making the two men groan.
You can’t help but to let your mind slip in delirium again, pleasure delightfully clouding your judgment.
“Sir please, can I cum?”
“Again?” Jongho scoffs. “You really can’t fucking wait can you?” the sharp glacial tone, contrast with the sadistic and amused smirk spreading on his lips. You whine in response, brows linking on your forehead, bouncing even harder as Hongjoong continues to tease your nipples, taunting the hard buds until they become so sensitive you could cum from the way he plays with them alone.
“I’m sorry I can't let you Princess” Seonghwa says, strong grip on your hips making you stop abruptly. Immediately your hungry little cunt starts to pulse around his length, yearning for more of the delectable friction as your ass clenches around the plug.
“Please, Please please” you start to plead. Lust speaking in your place, completely forgetting about everything else.
“You really have no shame” the younger comments again.
“No Princess. Seonghwa says sternly. “Unfortunately I made you cum once already and I have to let the others also have fun with our brand new toy.” you whine, tears of frustration brimming in your eyes. “I recall Mingi didn’t even touch you yet”.
Your eyes instantly snap to the tall pink haired man, standing in front of you while a wicked smirk spreads on his lips.
“No, I haven't played with our little play thing… yet” his low voice rumbles makes your chest tighten as you let Seonghwa’s length slip out of you in defeat. The last word somehow sounds like a threat and makes you shiver.
“What you say, y/n?” your heart makes a loop in your chest when the man uses your name. They only used pet names until then and you weren't expecting it, it somehow feels a lot more personal, almost making you forget you’re actually working right now. “Do you wanna play with me?” his large hand wraps around your neck, not squeezing in the slightest way. His fingers are only curled around you, lightly pulling you up to guide you out Seonghwa’s lap.
“Yes. Yes I want to play with you, sir” you say, entranced by the man.
“Good girl” he praises, still leading you by the neck and making you kneel on the carpeted floor. “Lay there Angel” his low but commanding voice said.
You lay on your back and bring your knees over your chest before spreading your legs open. Jongho and San sitting at each side hold your legs apart while all of them eye down your red, swollen and pulsing little cunt.
Mingi kneels down and places himself right between your thighs, the huge member sitting heavily in his open palm, you gasp when you feel the hot tip glide over your drenched folds. Mingi repeats the motion a couple of times, each time pressing down with his tip on your swollen and sensitive bundle of nerves. You jerk your hips everytime under the divine pressure he applies but soon you grow frustrated.
“Please…”you whine breathless, looking up at him with half lidded eyes, your messy hair stuck to your forehead.
“Please what, angel?” he asks as you feel a pair of foreign hands cup your breasts, you don't even take the time to look around to find the owner of those hands, only eyeing down Mingi’s massive cock laying over your quivering little pussy.
“Please I want to feel you” you finally say, just above a murmur, squirming not wanting anything more than to finally be filled to the brim with a cock. After all this teasing you just need to feel a cock inside you. Anyone. You just want to be filled.
Mingi chuckles darkly at your quiet request as he continues to tease you.
“You want my cock, baby?” he asks, deep and sultry voice lifting goosebumps on your bare skin. You nod, not peeling your eyes off the member. “Bark for it.”
“Huh?” you look back at him confused, the wicked smirk playing on his lips makes you shiver.
“Bark for my cock like the bitch you are” he lifts up his dick to let it slap back down against your sensitive and erect clit, making your jerk at the sharp sting of pleasure.
“He said bark!” Jongho adds, only now you see he’s the one teasing your nipples.
“Woof woof” you finally let out.
“Again!” Jongho commands as he lands a slap on your cheek. Making you gasp and arch your back into the carpeted floor.
“Woof woof woof woof” you repeatedly scream.
Tears of frustration are blurring your vision. Making you unable to see as Mingi finally plunges his fat cock into your desperate heat. Your walls immediately welcome him with happy spasms. Mingi grunts and moans all the way down to the bottom of your hungry little cunt.
But then again he stops moving, he just stays there, more tears spill from your eyes, dragging down your mascara, progressively ruining the makeup that was so thoughtfully planned out for you. Much to Wooyoung's satisfaction.
“Please. Please.” you say breathless, unable to stop yourself from trying to rock yourself on Mingi’s cock. “Please fuck me” you ask again.
“Color, doll?” you hear Hongjoong ask. You look back at him confused. You need a moment before the words even mean anything in your mind. But the question forces your mind back to reality.
“Green” you utter. To your response Hongjoong and the others snicker.
“You really like to beg don’t you?” Seonghwa's remark makes you whine.
“Such a good little cocksleeve, properly begging for us. You’re doing so good baby” Yunho praises, wiping the tears away.
“Go ahead Mingi… give her what she wants” Hongjoongs concludes.
The pink haired man then looks back at you and starts to push inside your greedy little cunt steadily.
“Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir” you hastily say looking up at Hongjoong your orbs drowning in a sumptuous blend of desperation, gratitude and need. He looks down at you with a proud paternal smile. You’re so cute. Completely fucked out stupid. The perfect little fuck toy.
You feel your cunt deliciously stretch to accommodate Mingi’s fat cock as he bottoms out and lets out a low groan. You can’t help but to arch your back at the delicious filling sensation, the definitely girthy (to say the least) cock scraping against the toy crowding your other hole in exquisite pleasure.
Gradually Mingi picks up the pace as Jongho continues to play with your tits. Flicking the hardened buds and pinching them occasionally crouching down to suck on them.
Pleasure rises, your gut tightens in the familiar knot but as you become more vocal and as your walls start gripping Mingi a little tighter he slows down, denying you your high. You can’t help but to whine in disappointment.
But as a distraction from the frustration Wooyoung crouches down next to your face and once again teases your lips with his blazing tip. You gratefully open your mouth to take your mind off the agonizing pleasure Mingi inflicts to you. Hungrily sucking on Wooyoung’s length, bopping your head to the side as you felt another cock graze your cheek but you didn't open your eyes to see who it was you solely concentrated on Wooyoung.
“That's it baby. Suck my cock” you heard him praise as he wrapped his veiny hand around what was left of your bun. “Fffucck… y/n” he moaned.
Mingi started to pick up the pace again making you moan on Wooyoung’s length, the vibrations making the younger man shiver. As you didn’t slow down, hollowing your cheeks on his length as you pulled and moaning as you pushed your head back.
“You’re so good for us, Princess” you heard Seonghwa from beside you, guessing it was his cock caressing your cheek. “That’s right, keep going like this” he encouraged and you picked the pace again.
“Fuck… You… mmmh… want my cum that… fucking… bad?” Wooyoung struggled to say as you felt his grip become tighter around your hair. You nodded again, you didn't know if your point came across but you didn't care you only wanted to taste his cum on your tongue.
“Fuckk” you heard Mingi still smashing himself between your legs.
“Fuck I’m cumming” Wooyoung pulled on your hair, popping his length out your mouth to release all over your face, warm white cum crashing on your nose, cheeks and lips. You hungrily licked your lips as Wooyoung grunted, emptying his balls on your face.
“Shit” the younger man breathes out as he unravels his fingers around your hair. Immediately Seonghwa pinches your chin and turns your head to the other side, to look at him.
“Mingi please” you whine again as he decreases the pace again, you try to turn your head to the pink haired man kneeling between your legs but Seonghwa firmly maintains your face to him.
“Shh, Princess.” he gently says as your body is shaken under each of Mingi's slow but powerful thrust. “Don't waste Wooyoung’s cum, okay?” with his index finger he scraped your cheek and dragged the thick liquid to your mouth, pushing his cum coated finger past your lips, as you wrapped your lips around it, moaning as Wooyoung’s taste filled your mind.
“That's it. Eat it all” Seonghwa praised as he jerked himself off with his other hand. “Good girl. You want mine too, Princess?” he asked, inching his length closer to you.
“Yes! Please! Sir, please I want your cum” you eagerly reply.
“Sweetheart is starved for cum, isn’t she?” Yeosang commented.
“Open. Stick your tongue out” Seonghwa’s tone was urgent, his voice was roughed up and strained, giving away at his own need. “Don't close your eyes, Princess” he says breathless, his fist frantically going up and down his aching cock. “Keep looking at me” he said, barely above a whisper. Catching his bottom lip between his teeth and knitting his brows as pleasure contorts his beautiful delicate features.
You happily obliged as Seonghwa lets himself go. Aiming primarily at your open wet hole but the uncontainable powerful streams also get on your nose and all the way to your forehead, perfectly splitting your ruined face in half.
Seonghwa grunts in satisfaction as the others approve and jerk themself off at the beautiful and sinful sight.
“Keep your mouth open Baby. Don’t swallow yet” Mingi orders. “I want to see their cum in your mouth while I pound into you.”
This time Mingi seems to be more serious, he doesn’t mean to tease you any longer.
“Fuckkkkk” Mingi grunts as he plows into you, making your tits jiggle under Jongho’s hands. “You're so fucking pretty with all that cum on your face, angel” He hisses through gritted teeth. “Wanna cum on my cock, baby?”
“Yesshhh” you managed to say, swirling the two loads on your tongue.
As the pleasurable feeling spreads from your core to your whole body you feel warm hands laid against your erect clit, drawing tight small circles on it.
“You gonna be a good girl and cum for us, sweetheart?” Yeosang purrs as he teases your clit, instantly taking you to unknown heights. The pleasure fogs up your mind as you can only think about Yeosang’s hand on you and Mingi’s cock pounding you into oblivion.
“Fuck… Cum now.” Mingi ordered as his thrust became shallower, less regular.
“Thank you. thank you thank you” you blabbered, your mouth still full of cum as you let yourself come undone at Yeosang and Mingi’s touch. Your cunt uncontrollably pulsating around Mingi’s big cock, the indescribable pleasure making your legs shake and your eyes roll to the back of your head as you let your tongue hang out your mouth, the cum threatening to spill with each jerk of your body.
“Fuckkk I’m cumming” Mingi announced as he became uneven, finally letting himself release deep inside you, his hips snapping to yours a couple of more times as he painted you a brand new shade of white, your convulsing little cunt milking him to the last drop, eagerly wanting to drown itself in the precious and delicious essence.
“Swallow now, darling”. Yeosang allowed you. And you gladly did so. Finally getting the thick cum down your throat, relishing on the intoxicating taste as you let Mingi slip out of you and his cum lazily dripping out your shapeless hole.
“Come here and clean your little mess” Mingi said out of breath as he stumbled back sitting on the floor with his legs in front of him. You got up on all four and crawled to him, finding your spot between his ample thighs while he held out his sticky cock to you, covered with your slick and his cum. You kept your ass up as you bent over to wrap your mouth around the tip and giving it a hard suck. You felt the warm load drip down your thighs as the mixed flavors of your arousal and his cum flooded your mouth.
As you licked clean every inch you felt a pair of hands gently pat your ass.
“You really have no shame, do you?” Jongho commented from behind you, landing a slap on your raw ass. You jerked and moaned as you popped Mingi’s freshly cleaned length out of your mouth.
You felt Jongho pull on the plug that was still inside you. He pulled lightly on it a couple of times to let it be sucked back in by your ass.
“Oh what a greedy little hole, clinging onto the toy like this” he said finally pulling the toy out, admiring your hole opening and closing in need to be filled again. “Don’t worry darling, you won’t stay empty for long”. Just as he said that he plunged two fingers inside your blinking hole. His index and middle finger forming a V to spread your hole open as much as possible. You moaned in bliss as the others watched you being split open in awe.
“You like my fingers in your ass?” Jongho asked as his other hand was rubbing soothing circles on your bare bottom.
“Yes!! Yess sir I love them” you almost yelled back eager to feel more of him.
“What a good little whore” he praised, landing another spank on your reddened cheek. He then curled his fingers to rub against your sweet spot. You let your head hang as you close your eyes only focusing on the pleasure happening behind you when you feel a gentle touch on your cheek. When you look up it’s San, kneeling in front of you, holding his swollen and painfully hard length in his hand.
“My turn now, kitten.” he says in a raspy tone. “Open up” as soon as you part your lips he slips inside the wet hole, directly aiming for the back of your throat. As you are on your hands and knees your mouth and neck perfectly align in a flat line and San is able to reach the back of your throat easily. You feel the pleasure burn again in your already sore throat, awakening the dormant and dull pain, a little souvenir of his previous visit.
After a couple of back and forths he pops his length out your mouth, making you whine but it’s caught in your throat when you feel Jongho stuff one more finger inside your crowded little ass.
San wraps his fist around his length as lazily pumps himself a few times.
“Give me a hand Woo”
You see Wooyoung’s veiny hand wrap around San’s cock. San lets out a throaty moan as the younger man’s fingers curled around his length, pumping him lazily while you observed in awe as his catlike eyes creased and his eyebrows met on his forehead.
San’s now free hand gently rubbed your face, his lips being pulled in a sinful smirk.
“Faster” he instructed Wooyoung. and he immediately started to pump his fist quicker. “Ffuucckk yesss” he hissed clenching his jaw as his half lidded eyes stared right into you.
“I think kitten wants her milk” he chuckled at the way your eyes started to grow in approbation, pupils dilated at the thought. “Let’s not make her wait any longer”
You licked your lips in anticipation while San caught his bottom lip between his teeth, completely dropping the cocky smile as you saw him twitch in Wooyoung’s hand.
“Open your mouth, darling” Wooyoung ordered, aiming San’s cock right at your wet hole.
“Fuck, kitten! Want my milk?” San asked as you saw his muscular thighs contract.
“Yes please sir I'm a thirsty kitty” you said before sticking your tongue out. Which made San push his jaw forward.
“Then take it” he said, his hand going from your cheek to your neck to pull your face further onto his crotch right before he cums as Wooyoung clenches his fist around the twitching cock. A colossal amount of cum spurts out of his open slit, crashing on your face and mixing with the others’ loads, your tears and smudged makeup.
“Good girl” Wooyoung praises.
The salty and bitter taste wraps around your tongue as you moan in satisfaction letting your mind focus on this intoxicating flavor.
But Jongho pulls you out of your trance by circling your waist with his free hand, to be able to play with your clit. Which has you moaning instantly.
“I want you to cum around my fingers” Jongho whispered as he drew tight and rapid circles on your over-stimulated clit. More tears spill from your eyes as the pleasure elevates your body again.
“Pleaseeee” you whine. At this point you don't even know what you are begging for anymore. Are you begging him to stop, to let you rest? Are you begging him for more?
Then Wooyoung crouches down and sticks his tongue inside your mouth as your jaw is slacked. Your moans and whines are muffled as your eyes roll back into your skull while you share San’s taste mixed your spit with the raven black haired man.
“That's it baby” Jongho praises a carnivorous grin pulling at his lips.
Another earth-breaking orgasm washes over your body as your tight little asshole tries to swallow Jongho’s fingers whole, your cum spraying out of you in a powerful stream again while you moan into Wooyoung’s open mouth.
When Jongho pulls out you are left breathless and fucked out of your mind.
“She’s ready back here” Jongho announced, wiping his fingers on your skirt abandoned on the floor. “Who wants to have a go?” he asks.
“Me” Yunho answered immediately.
You can't help but to gulp. Out of the eight of them, Yunho is easily the biggest one. You can’t help but to nervously chew on your bottom lip as you eye down Yunho’s hard and leaking huge cock.
“Stay right here” Yeosang says as he sees you squirming.
Yunho kneels behind you but as soon as you turn your head to look back, Yeosang gently pinches your chin and makes you look at him.
“Look what you did to me, sweetheart.” he gently purred, swiping the raging hot tip across your wet swollen lips. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard ever. That’s all for you, darling” Yeosang sings as he pushes back his long black hair. You let a moan escape your lips as you feel Yunho’s fingers swipe up your slit to your clit, flicking the poor exhausted nub a couple of times, when he notices how sensitive you are. You hear him chuckle behind you.
“Don’t you think you have to take responsibility for it?” Yeosang’s grip on your chin grows tighter but his voice remains as sweet as honey.
“Yes, sir” you agree as you open your mouth again. As soon as Yeosang’s hot cock head glazes over your tongue the sweet taste of precum completely wipes away the soreness of your already abused jaw.
“Yesss” Yeosang hisses, gentle hands wrapped around your nape and guiding your lips to meet his pubic bone. “So fucking good baby” he gently pulls out and goes back in immediately.
Then you feel Yunho’s cock rub against your soaked center, emitting a lowly grunt, making you moan on Yeosang’s cock. The latter chuckles and the way you shudder feeling your little cunt being teased again.
“You want Yunho’s cock, sweetheart?” he asks, pulling his dick out of your mouth to allow you to answer.
“Yes! Yes please Sir!” you eagerly say, trying to look back again but Yeosang doesn't let you..
“Look at me, darling. Only me” he reminds you. “Where do you want his cock?” he traces the outline of your lips with his spit coated member, teasing himself in the process.
“In my ass please. I want Yunho’s cock in my ass” You said with pleading eyes looking up at Yeosang.
“So greedy” Yunho snickered once more as he finally pushed himself inside your blinking hole. You can’t help but to gasp at the way your ass expands to accommodate Yunho’s enormous cock. Each of the rings inside your tiny hole stretches to a brand new limit to fit the monstrous member forcing its way inside of you. You groan and bite your lip all the way until Yunho has pushed the whole thing inside and you manage to take him completely. You suck in a couple of deep and shaky breaths.
“Such a good girl swallowing my big cock whole like this” Yunho praises as he stays still for a moment, allowing you to adapt to him. “Are you alright, babygirl?” he asks with his sweet voice, the caring tone makes your heart flutter.
“Yes sir, I’m good” You answer with a short breath.
“You’re so pretty, darling” Yeosang says, wiping a tear off your mascara stained cheek. “So beautifully ruined for us” he says before pushing his dick past your lips again. At the exact same time Yunho slowly pulled himself out of you. Scraping you so deliciously as he did so, making you moan on Yeosang’s cock, the vibrations making a shiver run down his spine.
“Fuck you’re gripping me so tight babygirl” Yunho growled as he pushed his length back inside. You could have cum with just this. Just by the way he was making you so full of him, scraping you in all the right places. To take your mind off the pleasure that was burning your guts you started to focus on Yeosang instead.
You bopped your head along his cock and hollowed your cheeks when you reached the tip, sucking a little harder as your tongue lapped at his slit making sure your tongue never forgot his taste.
“You’re so good with your mouth, sweetheart” Yeosang said, warm hands gently wrapping around you as his hips helped you to get him off. Snapping his hips against your face but never to the point to trigger your gag reflex, there was a gentleness to him, a softness in the way he looked down at you almost amorously as you felt his cock throb on your tongue. The tenderness made you want to be the best girl you could be for him. You wanted to give him your all and you intend to do just that.
“Fuckkk” he hissed as you wrapped your tongue around the sensitive head, bopping your head a little harder.
“Babygirl wants our cum too?” Yunho asked as his hips became sloppier against yours, the two large palms tensing on your ass cheeks and squeezing them to keep himself balanced on his knees as he smashed himself inside.
“Stay still, sweetheart” Yeosang suddenly says, steadying himself right in front of your mouth. One hand wrapped around the underside of your chin, the other still on your nape. “I’m gonna use your cute little mouth. That's what you want, right darling? Wanna be my toy?” You nodded your head quickly while you obediently waited for him to fuck your mouth, staying as still as Yunho allowed you to be as he pounded into you.
Yeosang’s thrusts were shallow at first. But quickly grew deeper, making your core tighten and your eyes prickle again
“Fuck baby. You’re gonna make me cum if you clench like this” Yunho grunted. “I want you to cum with me, understood, babygirl?”
You only moaned back, unable to form words as your mouth was clearly occupied and busy.
“Goog girl” he moaned, his trusts becoming more and more sloppy as Yunho became more vocal, grunting and moaning with each coming and going, his grip on your ass growing tighter until he was ready to bust.
“Fuck, baby. Now” he breathlessly said as he gave you one particularly powerful thrust. “Now. Cum for me. Cum for us, baby”
You let yourself leap past that edge once more, the overwhelming pleasure makes you moan and whine against Yeosang’s length while your ass clings onto Yunho’s huge cock, demanding to be filled with his cum, walls pulsing and clenching in exquisite bliss as you felt him slip out of you. Yunho only had to give himself a couple of light pumps around his fist before he exploded all over your ass, long ropes of scolding hot cum splashing on your back even reaching all the way to your hair and the back of your head.
“Fuckkkk” Yunho cried out, clenching his fist around his cock, pressing his thumb over the throbbing head to push every last drop of his cum out just for you.
“Shit, darling, I'm gonna cum” Yeosang declared, following right after the taller man, his hips snapping one last time against your lips, as you felt his throbbing cock releasing the thick cum right into your throat, not even leaving you the pleasure to feel it slide against your tongue, directly delivering it down your throat. Stuttering hips and pubic bone flushed against your face. A long string of deep moans echoing the ones of Yunho.
When Yeosang slipped out of you and pinched your chin again to make you look up at him. He looked back at you like you were the most precious thing on earth, a treasure that needed to be protected at all costs. Looking so fondly at his fucked out toy, your half lidded eyes hung in nothingness as your body was still lightly shaken by the intense and multiple orgasms.
“So pretty, sweetheart” he lays a gentle kiss on your swollen and numb lips, which you barely had the conscience to even reciprocate. “Such a good girl for us”
When Yeosang gently lets go of you, you have to gather all the strength left in your body not to let yourself collapse to the ground and hold yourself still on your hands and knees. You barely even notice when Hongjoong crouches in front of you.
“Color, Doll?” he asks as he lazily pumps his swollen cock inside his hand.
“G-green” you barely manage to say. Your mind still completely hazy from the previous events but you are brought back instantly as Hongjoongs lands a quick slap on your mascara stained cheek, making you whip your head to the side.
“Didn’t hear you, doll” he said, giving you a chance to correct yourself.
“Green, S-sir” you sniffled, remembering to use the correct title, your eyes snapping to him.
“Good girl” Hongjoong added, soothing your burning cheek with his thumb. “I guess it’s my turn now, right, doll?” he looked down at you with a carnivorous, predatory smile that made you shudder.
“Yes, Sir. Whenever you are ready”
Hongjoong sat right in front of you, in the cum soaked carpeted floor of the jet.
“Sit on my cock, doll.” Hongjoong said, holding the base of his length up in the air, urging you to be filled up once again.
You struggled to get up on your two legs and staggered over to Hongjoong, placing your feet at each side of him. When you lowered your hips, aligning your entrance with Hongjoong’s member your thighs barely held you anymore. Your body was exhausted but somehow you were yearning for more. Your insatiable and sore little cunt was throbbing at the idea of being filled up again.
When Hongjoong’s tip glided along your slit you moaned and draped your arms around his shoulders, using him as a way to get balance. You let out a long moan when Hongjoong finally splits you open, his length pushing the remnants of Mingi’s load deeper inside you.
“Fuck. You’re already throbbing, you dumb little whore” Hongjoong said, hand untangling with your hair and breaking your neck backward, to give himself access to your already bruised neck. Adding his touch to the stained canvas with bites and kisses. “Yearning to be filled again. Isn't that right, doll?” he asked, yanking your hair a little harder when you didn’t reply fast enough.
“Yes, Sir. I wanted your cock so bad. It feels so good!!!” you moaned as you started to bounce yourself on him, earning a satisfied groaned from the blonde man. “Right thereee” you let out as you sink your hips all the way down, slowly again, feeling the head of his cock rub against your sweet spot.
“Good girl. Keep going” Hongjoong urged, letting go of your hair and laying himself back on his elbows, backing away slightly to take your whole form in. He wanted to admire you fuck yourself up on his cock. He wanted to see your tits bounce and your pussy throb as you drove yourself to madness. He wanted to see you cry. He knew exactly how.
He landed a purposeful and sharp slap right on your soaked little clit. The reaction is immediate and exactly what Hongjoong was looking for. You emit the most divine of screams, the perfect blend of pleasure and pain. Hongjoong can't help but to smirk when he sees how your bottom lip trembles and your eyes fill up with tears again all the while never stopping your hips snapping against his.
“Say thank you” he orders, putting both of his hands on your thigh keeping them nice and parted, eyes only ogling the way your hungry little cunt swallowed him only to spit him out covered in your slick seconds later and do it all over again and again and again.
“Thank you, sir” you whine. “Please another one, sir” you ask, mind slipping back into an indiscernible fog. Hongjoong cocks an eyebrow in surprise at your sudden request. But he’s pleasantly surprised by your obedience and devotion.
“What a pathetic little pain slut you are, y/n” He lands another slap just as perfectly aimed as the previous one making you moan and finally making the precious tears spill from your eyes at the mention of your name.
“Such a good little fuck toy, asking so nicely. Good girls get rewards, right doll?” Hongjoong says as he starts to draw small circles on your throbbing clit with his index and middle finger.
“Oh my god. Th-thank you, Sir” you whine, more large tears rolling on your heated cheeks. The pleasure makes you eager to chase your high and you find yourself bouncing harder on Hongjoongs’ cock. Not even realizing Jongho creeping up behind you again.
“Sir, can I please cum?” you ask, feeling your high dangerously nearing as you feel your walls tighten around Hongjoong’s length and your clit throbbing under his touch.
“You’re an eager little whore aren’t you?” the voice of the youngest resounds behind you. When you turn your head he pushes on your shoulder making you fall forward onto Hongjoong’s chest. Hongjoong chuckles as Jongho gets on his knees and shimmies himself between the older man’s legs. You still yourself completely when you feel him rub his tip around your rim.
Without even another word he shoved his whole cock inside your available hole in one thrust, making you moan into Hongjoong’s ear.
“Now be a good little cocksleeve and stay still while we fuck you stupid.” Jongho ordered as he was slowly pulling on his length while you felt Hongjoong squirm beneath you and plant both his feet on the ground only to thrust up inside of you at the exact same time as Jongho.
You can't help but scream-moan as the two rods inside you grind against each other. You plant your manicured nails on Hongjoong’s shoulders, almost to the point of drawing blood making him arch his back and chuckle at the dull pain.
“Fuck yes!!” you cry out, hanging your head on Hongjoong’s shoulder as they move in unison to rearrange your guts.
“That feels good, doll?” Hongjoong asks, continuously fucking his hips up into you.
“Yes. Yes. Yes, sir. I fucking love it” you say through gritted teeth trying your hardest not to let yourself cum from the sheer pressure the both apply in turns to your sweet spot.
“Yeah” Jongho added from behind you. “You love two cocks fucking you up like this?” He said squeezing your ass, nails digging in the supple flesh of your raw cheeks.
“Yes Sir. I love both your cocks” you reply.
“Two cocks at the same time is the bare minimum for a whore like you right, baby?” he asks, landing a harsh slap on your bum.
“Oh my god. Please can I cum now?” you ask in a strangled moan, knowing well enough by the way your pussy and ass are throbbing you won’t be able to hold back much longer. You are desperate for your release.
“Beg us for it.” Hongjoong said, his hands holding your waist down.
At this point you've lost consciousness of everything that isn't the two cocks slamming inside you right now. You can’t remember anything except for the unbearable pleasure you feel, making your walls clench and your center gush with wet and slimy arousal, coating the two man fucking you into your next life right now. If anybody asked you, you couldn’t even remember your own name. At this point you would do anything, anything at all, to finally grasp your climax. You only want one thing and it is to finally cum around these two cocks. And if you have to beg for it, so be it.
“Please. Please. Sir. Please let me cum for you. There's nothing I want more than to show you how I shake and scream for your cocks. Wanna cum for you, wanna give you the best show. Wanna make you cum inside my throbbing little hungry cunt” You struggle to say between moans, your voice interrupted by the incessant carousel of their thrusts inside your tired and shapeless little holes.
“Go ahead, doll. Cum.”
Finally you let go of that pressure building in your core, the burning pleasure spreading into your limbs and making you shake. Your cunt and ass violently throbbing and clenching on Jongho and Hongjoong. You cry and moan as tears of relief roll down on your cheeks.
“So fucking pretty cumming on our cocks, doll” Hongjoong praises as his hips become sloppy. “Want me to fill your pretty little cunt with my cum?” he asks, teeth grazing your ears.
“Yes please, sir” you reply in a sob, your orgasm continuing to rip through you.
“Fucking take my cum deep in your ass, fucking whore” Jongho demands a he releases inside your throbbing little hole.
“Yes Thank you sir” you cry out, your ass clenching around the younger one’s thick cock.
“Fuckkk” Hongjoong grunts as he finally cums inside you filling your wet hole with hot cum, the thick slimy and white liquid spilling and dripping down, joining the existing mess on the carpeted floor.
The three of you ascending to your peaks at the same time in a beautiful unisson of moans and grunts. Until they gradually stop their hips smashing into yours. For a couple of minutes you all just lay there to catch your breath, all piled on top of each other.
You feel strong arms helping you up and sitting you down on your heels.
When you come back from your high you see all eight men circling you, holding their cock in their hand.
“There’s one last thing you want from us right Princess” Seonghwa, stroking his cock back to full hardness.
“Yes, sir.” You timidly say knowing there is only one box you haven't checked yet on the list.
“Ask nicely for it, baby” Mingi says, smirking, holding his huge dick.
You’re hesitant, biting your lip but you still say the words nonetheless.
“Please sirs, give me your piss” you utter.
“Good girl” Yeosang praises aiming his cock at you.
Then finally he lets out his hot piss onto your chest. The stream his warm and feels so fucking good on your skin, making you palm your breasts. Then a second stream joins and a third one and another one. Until they all are emptying their bladders on you, some even aiming their delicious piss to your face.
“Open your mouth, doll” Hongjoong asks smirking, relishing at the sight of you kneeling and begging to drink their nectar.
You part your lips and immediately the powerful streams hit you right on the tongue. The salty taste and the delicious warmth make your head spin, making you close your eyes and moan softly.
“How is it, kitten?” San asks, also pissing right into your open mouth.
“So delicious sir” you say gargling on the golden liquid and swallowing a big gulp only for your mouth to be filled again.
“Don’t waste it okay babygirl?” Yunho advises.
You nod your head, placing both of your palms under your chin trying to catch as much as possible in your mouth and swallowing with big gulps. Until the flow lessens and the streams die down. Leaving the eight men satisfied and empty. Completely transed out by the beautiful sight of their perfect little toy ruined to perfection.
After that you barely have enough time to summarily wash up (meaning roughly wipe away the smudged makeup, cum and sweat with a hot towel and hop back into your former uniform) before you have to fasten your seat belt again.
The descent is smooth, in this general euphoria there’s nothing awkward left between you and the members. After being so intimate with each other there’s no place left for embarrassment or discomfort. You are even able to crack a few jokes and communicate light heartedly. Except for the stain on the carpeted floor and the remnants of your endeavors in your hair there was no way of knowing what had happened between all of you only minutes ago.
As they disembarked the jet Hongjoong gave you one last small paper bag. He insisted that it was more than well deserved after the service of the highest quality you provided.
“Really I insist” he says, pushing the small bag into your hands. “Please take this and open it as soon as you get the time” he says before glancing back at his members waiting for him a little further already geared up with the beanies, bucket hats, sun glasses and masks.
“Thank you very much” you said bowing your head respectfully. “Thank you for choosing Air France, we hope to see you soon” you said waving goodbye at them while they disappeared in the elbowed tube.
You sat on the bench and opened the small bag to find huge stacks of cash in 500 euros bills. Your heart almost looped in your chest and you thanked yourself to have chosen to sit before opening the final gift. You found a small card inside it.
We wanted to get you enough that you could retire if you wanted to. But we really hope you don’t ;)...
See you soon y/n.
-8 makes 1 girl cream, Ateez
ps: it was mingi’s idea.
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What if Maya had been secretly working on learning Italian. When Carina gives birth to there first kid, Maya’s first words to them are in Italian and Carina can’t believe it.
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It was a quiet afternoon as Maya sat on the sofa in the cozy living room, staring intently at her laptop. The room is lit only by a soft lamplight, illuminating the desk, which was completely cluttered. On the coffee table lay stacks of new books and smeared notes covered with various scraggly characters. Soft and gentle sounds of a language learning program played in the background.
Maya repeated words out loud, trying to imitate the sound of the language as she stared at the screen with a determined expression on her face. The blonde mumbled syllables and phrases under her breath as she used her laptop's keyboard to write down the new vocabulary. Sentences in Italian appeared on the screen and she diligently tried to translate them carefully into English while taking her notes and underlining important words. She marked difficult passages in the textbook precisly while studying the new grammar rules closely.
Maya reached for a dictionary near her thigh and searched for unfamiliar terms to further encourage herself. With a pen between her nose and upper lips, she flips through the pages, reading definitions and trying to understand the meanings. With little dog-ears on the pages, she closes the book back together to return to these words later.
After about two hours of practice, she tiredly looked at the clock and sighed contentedly. It is obvious that she has already put a lot of time and effort into her own language teaching, as she was now able to successfully pronounce several complete sentences. Maya smiled slightly, proud of her weekly progress, before focusing back on her lessons after a quick stretch and another cup of coffee.
More keyboard clicking into a new lesson, the rustling of pages and the muffled voice of the man from the language program fills the truncated silence of learning. Maya was determined to deepen her knowledge as she continued her secret study session, anticipating the surprise of using her wife's learned language for the first time.
The blonde continued to leaf through her solution book, comparing her own notes with the printed information. More hours passed and the clock on the shelf already showed midnight; in six hours she had to go back to work and with a satisfied smile she closed the laptop, stowed the books safely and hidden in a corner where she knew Carina would not accidentally look in. Maya was determined to master this language by her daughter's due date. She was proud of herself that she had learned a lot and was well on her way to mastering her newly acquired language skills.
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The sterile atmosphere of the delivery room filled with excitement and a soft glow as Carina lay exhausted but overjoyed on the hospital bed, holding her first newborn peacefully in her embrace, the little girl's tiny fingers wrapped tightly around her index finger. The Italian woman's face was still marked by the exertions of childbirth while she smiled lovingly down on the little face and felt a familiar warmth in her heart.
Maya stood next to the bed at her wife's side, overwhelmed by the birth, the beauty of the moment and the love that pulsed between the three ladies. It was her first child and her first birth that she had experienced live and the emotions overwhelmed her. The blonde never expected that she would ever experience a moment like this in her life.
She lowered her head and gently kissed her baby's forehead several times, whispering quietly but clearly a the first words in Italian to the little creature. "Sei bella quanto tua madre,“ (You are as beautiful as your mother). Carina, still exhausted and overwhelmed by the rigors of childbirth, widened her eyes in surprise when she heard the words. It was as if time stood still for a moment. Placing her index and middle fingers under the blonde's chin, the brunette tried to catch her gaze. The words her wife uttered were so familiar but at the same time so unexpected that the strain of childbirth made it difficult for her to comprehend what had just happened. „Sei il regalo più bello che la vita ci abbia mai fatto." (You are the best gift life has ever given us)
She did not know that Maya had been keeping it a secret from her that she had been secretly learning her language over the past few months. She had tirelessly poured over books and studied Carina's native language to ensure that she had a good command of the language to begin with. She had done all of this to make this special event even more meaningful.
"That was Italian, bambina," Carina whispered, looking wearily at Maya, her eyes bright with excitement. Tears of emotion gathered in the brunette's eyes as she looked at her wife, could not believe how much love and devotion went into this small gesture. „You know my native language?" she asked in a shaky voice and the blonde simply nodded with a loving smile on her face.
"Yes, I learned it to create a better connection with you and our child,“ Maya sat carefully on the edge of the bed and gently stroked the baby's tiny cheek before lovingly taking her away from Carina and into her own arms. "I wanted our child to know your culture from an early age and I also wanted you to know how much I love you."
Carina smiled through the tears that were streaming down her red cheeks and placed her hand on the firefighter's arm, gently stroking it up and down. She didn't know what to say. She was at a loss for words as she heard clear devotion in the younger woman's voice. "I love you so much. You are incredible, you know that?"
The blonde smiled back and gently squeezed her beloved wife's hand. "We are a family now and I will do everything in my power to strengthen our love and happiness. Come what may."
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Wilbur soot ♪
A new start -Wilbur comforts you after a breakup
As the sun sets -you go to a Lovejoy concert and then end up on stage with them
The longer I’m gone -Your cafe crush turns into more
Meant to be -You and Wilbur meet on a plane
Comforting tunes -Wilbur helps you after surgery
New Year’s resolutions -You and Wilbur start a new resolution
Sad neighbor -You help Wilbur after you hear him crying
Late night walks -you ramble about stars to Wilbur
Love or Host -You join Wilbur’s love or host
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L’manburg au -Wilbur is in love with your talent
Sleepy Wilbur -Literally just sleepy wilbur
New neighbor -You start to fall in love with your new neighbor
Feeling sick -You go to a Lovejoy concert even though you are sick
Ballet reader x janitor wilbur -Wilbur watches you dance
Swing dancing with wilbur -Literally just swing dancing with Wilbur
Geography rants -Turns out both you and wilbur love geography <3
My love -Wilbur spends a whole week planning you a surprise date
With all my love -Musicianbur makes you a song
Made it -You and wilbur both win Grammys!
Love at first sound -You and wilbur write loves songs to each other
Mine -Vampire!wilbur and YN dance to a little song
Lovely night - You make wilbur a little date
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“God, i hate you!” - Different situations of you and Siren/Wilbur with the same four words
People I don’t like - You and Siren go on a mission but you betray them
Ceux qui nous détruisent - your back story to my story lolz
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Click. -Your lifelong friendship with Wilbur turns into more
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Tommyinnit ッ
Cuddles -You become jealous but Tommy is there to help
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Multiple People ❥
Heart broken -How different dsmp people would react to you being broken up with
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Weakness -Corio realizes he finally has a weakness after so long, you.
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Forbidden Lessons XXXII (Path B)
Masterlist
Make sure to follow which path you’re reading and I hope it’s not too confusing. Each path (a and b) are separate storylines.
Warnings: noncon, age gap, abuse of power, coercion, mentions of suicide, depression, pregnancy and abortion, violence. Y'all know I do it dark and spicy. You have warnings, use them.
Thots, comments, screaming, and feedback are welcome and highly encouraged. Thank you!
You walk through campus with a sense of sullenness. You recall the first day you got to college, how hopeful you were. Your aspirations weren't high or extravagant, you were only happy for the possibilities. You could be your own person. Away from your mother and your childhood bullies.
That day, you walk over your crushed dreams strewn in the wet grass. It's been so long, no doubt, you've been scrubbed from the class lists. Your tuition forfeit just like your independence.
There is little solace to find in your circumstance. You can stay with Bucky, afraid and alone, or you can strike an ounce, a semblance of vengeance.
You feel the tickle on the nape of your neck. That day in his class when he sat beside you, his arm hooked behind your seat, as he played the tortured admirer. Then all those times, in his office, in hushed tones in the hallway, in his car, at the hotel, how he bemoaned the wrongness, the risks.
Well, he gambled and he will lose. Something, anything, maybe not everything.
You get to the historic building and look up at brown brick, set a century or so ago, standing the test of time. It stood here long before you and will remain long after you. You climb the steps to the arched wooden doors and let your feet carry you off sheer memory.
As you near his office, the door is closed. You recall how you met him here, what he did to you inside, the words, the way he touched you, the way he coiled around like a snake around a mouse.
You read his name engraved in the gold plate and raise your hand, pausing as you hear a giggle from within. You step closer and turn your ear to the wood. The laughter turns to a purr, the shallow breaths of pleasure underline by his low encouragements. Those once spoken to you.
You hit the door. Hard.
The office goes quiet and you wait. Whispers, waiting. Then it starts again. You knock just as quickly, hammering with the side of your hand.
A sigh and some muttered disappointment. You hear shuffling and the click of his soles as he nears the other side. You haven't thought of what to say. Or even do.
"May I--" he stops short as he sees you. His face tenses with his surprise and he fixes his tie.
A young girl stands by the chair, gathering up her bag as she tries not to show her awkwardness. She keeps her lashes low and refuses to look at you.
"Professor, I should go--"
"I'm pregnant!" You burst out suddenly.
Her mouth hangs open and Loki blinks slowly, eyes rolling sardonically to the side.
"And what does that have to do with--"
"It's yours," you interrupt, shaking with adrenaline, plunging headfirst into the unknown. "You know," you step forward and elbow past him as you speak to the girl, "I sat there once. He said the same things to me, touched me the same way, told me he's too old, too afraid..."
He grabs your arm and pulls you back, "don't listen to her. She doesn't go hear anymore, for obvious reasons. She's delusional."
"I'm not delusional, maybe a little broken, maybe a little sad, maybe?" You tug away from him, "but don't be like me. Say something or run. Do anything but let him do what he does."
"Loki?" She murmurs as her eyes shine.
He huffs and waves her off, "whatever, it was fun while it lasted."
She scoffs and her brows arch, "you're a pig. I should tell the dean--"
"That you came onto me? I'm certain he'll believe you. Besides, the union will protect me. Like they did last time."
You're surprised by that. Last time? Doesn't matter. She sneers and storms towards him. He doesn't flinch even as her palm collides with his face.
You step aside as she sweeps out with some select words for the professor. He shakes his head as he watches her go with dull irritation. He grasps the door and swings it shut, jolting you.
"Well, what is it you want from me? You and your... bastard?"
You squint at him. He hasn't changed, not that you expect he would. It only emboldens you to keep on.
"It's yours, we both know it."
"Do I? No one's seen you for two months. How do I know you haven't been hiding with some boy. We both know it isn't very difficult to get between your legs--"
"You know," you insist, "I'm not that far but I am."
"You stupid girl--"
"You stupid man!" You bluster, "you did this. You... you know better. The first time, the second time."
He looks away, crossing his arms as he paces. It's the first time you've seen him uneasy. Truly and completely unprepared.
"Your mother--"
"Should I tell her too?"
"She wouldn't believe you. She thinks you've run off with some college boy, just like she did. She did tell you about your father, didn't she?"
"Don't," you warn.
He chuckles and turns to lean against his desk, long legs angled beneath him, "she still calls. Drives in every weekend so I have to hide away my pets..."
You shudder and clench your fists, "I will tell everyone I need to destroy your life. Just like you did mine--"
"Or perhaps you might take a tumble down those stairs and it there won't be anything to tell?" He stands straight, "we can both make threats."
"I'm not walking away with nothing. Not again."
"Oh, I know you won't, because you can't," he says loftily, "no doubt, you've escaped whatever fool you've been hiding with. I have an idea of who it is. He did make another visit after our last romp. He left without content. Pity."
"I'm not going to get rid of it."
"No, I suspect you won't, so let us barter," she nears and brings a curled finger up under your chin, "you're nothing special, you were just another girl and yet, I do look back fondly at the feel of you around me."
You grimace and pull away, "you're disgusting."
"And you're a used toy," he counters, "so, money? Is that what you seek?"
"It's what I need, what your baby needs," you affirm.
"And you you expect me to... care for that child?" He asks reluctantly.
"I don't expect you to care about anything. I learned that the hard way."
"Well, I suppose it's only owed. Your needs taken care of, and the child too," he turns his hand out, "I can afford it. Your mother may not be happy to have her tainted daughter back on her doorstep--"
"I'm not going back to my mother."
"Certainly, you won't stay with me--"
"Never," you snort, "my own place, for me and the baby."
His jaw grits and his lashes flutter in agitation, "fine."
"Fine," you agree and stretch out your fingers.
"And I will visit, like a good father and you will behave as a good mother," a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, he reaches for you once more, walking you back until you hit the door, "like the good little pet you always were."
"No. No," you catch his hand, "I can't. I won't. My mother--"
"Your mother would let me bend you over in front of her and enjoy her wine all the more," he swats away your hand and frames your through, "she might even love you if you can make me happy."
You swallow and press yourself to the wood. This was a bad idea but what other option do you have?
"Please, I'm pregnant--"
"As you do keep reminding me off. So, you protect that child, we wouldn't want you getting hurt," his green eyes gleam, "do we?"
You reluctantly nod as his hand slips under the weight of yours. He slides it down to grope your chest and squeezes with a hum.
"Take a seat, pet, you did interrupt me and office hours are not over," he pulls you away from the door, "doesn't this bring back memories, darling?"
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If there are no fans of Taylor's lyric vids it's because I'm dead. They add so much richness to already elite lyrics. But I was immediately suspicious during The Manuscript video.
Because my understanding of what a manuscript is, is the following:
I had assumed, like many prior to the album drop, this was meant to make us think of books. These days in publishing a manuscript will be typed, but it's not the book in its final form.
In the Tortured Poet's library popups in a couple cities, there were a lot of books. Blank ones, damaged ones, ones with the names of TTPD song titles, and notably a handwritten "Story of Us." That hand written Story of Us then showed up in the Fortnight MV. Interesting...
Of course, any long time fan knows the role Taylor's diaries play in her music making as well. Her music has always sounded confessional and it's been one component of her musical super power. During Lover promo, excerpts from her diaries were sold alongside the album. She's underscored their importance many times.
So imagine my surprise when The Manuscript video... doesn't show a manuscript...
That is a screenplay.
And I click back to the first seconds of the video... looking at those underlined letters and asked myself... is it The Man U Script? *if i was a maaaAAn*
The way she has these lyrics written out in screenplay form... we're watching a scene narrating the "She" character reading something unpublished, perhaps handwritten, perhaps a diary, maybe lyrics. I assume the "HE" which is in voiceover is what she's reading and her lines are spoken.
Anyway, I wont break down the full scene because I haven't watched it in this new light yet. But this tension between the song name at first glance - something unpublished or handwritten. Messy, unfinished, not meant for the public, perhaps even at its most authentic... vs. characters in roles. Men that are scripted... well that's adding a whole knew dimension to it.
I really appreciate how before I watched this, the song feels like it's told in vignettes and time moves dramatically. But I didn't appreciate the play on POV initially (and there's a ton of it in this - very good - album)
Also noteworthy that, yes, there seems to be reference to the ATW short film, which makes even more sense to me now.
But anyway, the narrative about this album has once again become about the men. Which isn't new, but always disappointing. Genuinely, I got something really different out of this album by not focusing on solving those romance riddles with my own confirmation bias. The other story, the one about a singular artist, percolating beneath the surface is far more interesting to me.
It wouldn't be the first time she's called out the people who consume her work in this album and, frankly, it's one of my favorite things about it. It's cutting and it's earned. It's also heartbreaking. But for a song that confused me, is the bonus on all the regular editions of TTPD, I think it would be a lot more satisfying if this is the message she's leaving us with. That once I publish my work, my stories, in it's final constructed/edited form, I've moved from the place I was when I experienced them. And then when its published the truths you seek to dig out from my words don't belong to me - it belongs to you. Just a thought.
Edit:
I think there are a lot of ways to read this. In conversation with the fans/outsiders is the main one, which I touch on before.
But for a more literal reading using some clues from the video, I know how Taylor can’t resist utilizing a number when it’s available for a little clue. Now I think reading each page number by era… is actually a fun (still devastating) way to do that. As you’ll imagine 3 and 4 are where those lines show up.
But we end on 7 where she’s accepting she doesn’t own those albums anymore, but all that she’s left with is the manuscript - which I would guess is her music (published and unpublished) and diaries.
Lover era + promo diary era was her first entirely owned era, but as the song says “looking back” or re-recording/vault tracks/doing it on your terms is the only way to move forward.
Also how about the hard to catch glitch over the words “the actors”?
#the manuscript#lyric video#taylor swift#TTPD#the tortured poets department the anthology#the man you script
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Happy 1 year anniversary topaz!!! I wanna join your tag list sooooo here’s my sentence
Gentle touches in golden light.
~Topaz: I really had the intentions of writing some tbz fluff for you but this turned out to be the perfect way for me to write this. thank you Mia for being a positive light in my life~
Gentle touches in golden light
✧Pairing: Choi Jongho x Reader (f)
✧Genre: smut
✧Au: pornhub content creator/roommate
✧Word Count: 965
✧Warnings: male masturbation, titties out, porn content/themes
✧Rated: 18+ MDNI
Once you saw the way that the sun was filtering into the room where you filmed your POV videos for pornhub, you knew right away that this was the perfect time to film a ‘wake up your partner with a boobjob’ scenario. Your new roommate, Jongho, wasn’t home, which only underlined that this was your moment. You quickly did your makeup in soft, subtle colors, put on a low cut, loose tank top, grabbed a towel and were on your merry way to film.
Being a content creator for pornhub was very satisfying for you. You got paid because of your own hard work. You were your own boss, kept your own hours, hell, you even edited your own stuff. You were the director, the editor and the star. It was tough doing it all on your own, but you took pride in it. Not to mention, it focused your horny nature into something that was productive at least. It beat all your one night stands you used to have.
The Jongho situation was fairly new. There was a bit of a lull in your pay so you decided to rent out a room to fill in the gap of the money situation. Jongho was the perfect candidate. He was a college student but one with good grades and a large friend group. He promised to never be home; he was almost always at school or out with his friends. So you got away with telling him you were a ‘content creator’, only, you never told him exactly what kind of content you made.
Which made it even more awkward when he walked in on you mid-scene.
“Hey, I brought back some pizza--”
Jongho’s mouth dropped as he takes in the scene before him: you with your tits out, a squirting mechanism to splurt out liquid that looks like cum, and you quietly moaning that your boyfriend should stay quiet if he doesn’t want the neighbors to hear. It was the big ending scene that he walked in on, so he got to see the whole shabam. And after it was done, you looked at him with such a sweet smile and asked for a towel. Jongho couldn't deal.
“Jongho?” You cocked your head. “Did the scene end up looking weird? I could use some feedback. My username is SweetTittyGurl--”
“Pizza is on the counter, sorry to interrupt you!” Jongho blurted out and then he was gone.
You pouted, the messy cum looking fluid all over you. Guess you’d get the towel yourself.
Jongho, in the meantime, was indeed pulling up his pornhub account and searching for your username. There you were! You had videos titled “Best Friends Brother Sleepover” and “Nerdy Girl Next Door Quickie” and… Jongho swallowed but he found that he couldn't find any moisture in his mouth. How did he not realize that your content part of ‘content creator’ was porn?
Before he knew what he was doing, Jongho clicked on a video and let it play. This one was called “My Roommate snuck into my Bed.” That one hit a little too close to home but Jongho was at his ‘fuck it’ stage. Your surprised laughter at your roommate sneaking into your bed had his dick twitching. The teasing tone you used, calling your roommate a pervert, reminded him of your teasing tone when you asked if he was a loud masturbator when you interviewed him as a potential roommate. The point where you put the dildo in your mouth had him tossing all pride out the window.
Jongho pulled himself out of his pants and started to slowly jerk himself off. Your low voice was doing things to him. Your mouth was full but every so often you would pull off and run your hand up and down the dildo. Jongho could practically feel your tiny hands around his cock and he whimpered.
“Are you gonna come, big boy?” You teased, “Already? We can’t have that!”
You slowed down your actions and so did Jongho. He was never one for instant gratification anyways. “Feels so good,” Jongho whined.
“You like my warm mouth on your big cock, huh?” You laughed again.
“I like seeing your lips on my cock more like it,” Jongho muttered.
“Hey!” You protested, “Who knew you were so dirty?”
Jongho felt his face heating up. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize!” You smiled so sunnily to the camera, “I like it.”
“Fuck,” Jongho cursed under his breath and then the both of you decided it was time for the finale.
Jongho squeezed his tip, twisting his wrist just like you were, and then he was gone. He tossed his head backwards and came with a loud groan. He was still coming down from his high, feeling like he hadn't masturbated like that in a long time, that he didn’t even realize his cum was coating his neck and chin.
“Listen, Jongho, you don’t have to beat yourself up about walking in on me--” Now it was your turn for your mouth to drop. There was your roomates scenario--the one you had written almost immediately after Jongho had moved in with you--playing in the background, Jongho’s mouth in a cute little ‘o’ at you catching him in the act of masturbating, and the best part: the cum that had somehow hit his chin and was as we speak, dripping from his jaw.
That teasing, amused smile from your videos was pulling at your lips now. “You could have asked me for help, Jongho.”
Jongho pulled a pained expression. “I didn’t mean to--” His eyes went wide as you dropped to your knees in front of him on his computer chair.
“Want to help me with part two of that video? I could give you credit if you like.”
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Sorry i'm so late on these guys 😅 i lost my momentum. Big thanks to @mejuii's help with brainstorming this out with me 💛
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I FEEL LIKE FYODOR WOULD BE A HUGE BRAT TAMER LIKE IMAGINE THE READER IS ALWAYS BEING BRATTY LIKE TALKING BACK TO HIM, DISOBEYING HIM, AND EVEN FLIRTING WITH HIS FRIENDS BUT THEN ONE DAY HE HAD ENOUGH OF HER BRATTINESS AND DECIDES TO PUT HER IN HER PLACE (screaming and crying rn)
anon, you've ruined me - i've always thought of Fyodor as someone who prefers a partner who easily submits to him, but this? this is so hot i- 😭😭 sudden brat tamer Fyodor brain rot, I can't do this, how have i never thought of this before??
I've actually started writing a brat tamer Fyodor fic just now. It's at 300 words already, help-
expect that to be posted soon, but for now, here's a drabble and some headcanons because i had so so many thoughts 😎😎 brat tamer Fyodor is my new religion
click here for the brat tamer Fyodor headcanons
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FYODOR, who notices Nikolai and you getting a little too friendly with each other, Nikolai's arm wrapped around your waist as you laugh at one of his jokes, and even though he knows you're doing this on purpose to rile him up, he can't help but be annoyed by your sudden closeness to Nikolai and Sigma.
The moment the two of you are back in the privacy of his own rooms, he's ordering you to undress, watching you with raised eyebrows. Of course, his order has only left you with one choice, it being to continue disobeying.
You were going to finish what you had started, especially since you were quite certain you were going to be watching your bratty attitude after whatever punishment Fyodor had planned for you today.
Therefore you refuse to strip, your arms crossed in front of your chest to underline your attitude, and Fyodor only smiles in response, his calm facade back in place. Somehow, that's more terrifying than any emotional outburst would be.
“Ah, so you still haven't given up your act, hm?” His voice is a low coo, his head tilted to the side. “I'm feeling generous, which is why I'll give you another chance. Undress.”
It's obvious to the both of you that you're not going to obey as you smirk down at him, all acted confidence and fake bravado. “No. What are you going to do about it, hm?”
In hindsight, it would've been better not to challenge him. Of course a few clothes weren't going to stand in his way. You're not sure where he had gotten the knife from, but a moment later, the fabric is ripped and falling off your body.
Using your surprise to his advantage, he's pulling you forward and bending you over his lap, your stomach on his lap while your head is facing the ground, your ass raised.
You realise too late what's about to happen.
His palm comes down hard on your bare ass, the shock causing you to yelp and jolt forwards, but Fyodor's other hand, placed on the small of your lower back, is keeping you in place.
You're crying out with each hit, your thighs trembling and you can only imagine how painful sitting down is going to be the next few days. That's what Fyodor is aiming for, of course.
To your own horror, you eventually realise that ever so slowly, you're getting wetter and wetter, squirming on Fyodor's lap. For some reason, the stinging pain of the slaps slowly mixes with pleasure, and you can't help but let out a moan as his hand came down on your already hurting and surely bruising ass.
Fyodor's laugh is condescending, causing a shiver to run up your spine as his fingers dip between your legs, gathering some of the wetness there.
“Oh, you're getting off on this? You're so naughty. What a shame, though - it's not a punishment if you're enjoying it. I guess I'll have to think of something else to punish you with.”
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UNDER THE CANYON MOON
pairing: josh kiszka x female!reader
warning(s): mostly fluff, just brief mentions of alcohol and sex
word(s): 2k
note: hi hi hi !! this is just a little something i wrote up the last couple of days with the inspiration of light my love, canyon moon by harry styles, and the interview where josh talked about road-tripping the u.s. last summer <3 i don’t write one shots often but let me know what you all think bc i might shuffle some more out soon lol. hope you all enjoy !! :)
The Los Angeles sun was hot, beating down onto the city basking in its late-summer hues. You parked your car on the street in Silver Lake and carried a bag of food and drink tray to the door of a recording studio, more than prepared to be swarmed by hungry boys who had been cooped up in the studio since five a.m. on the dot that morning. They had a breakthrough the night before with a new song, and after getting home and going to bed for a few hours, the creative juices started flowing again and they were back in the booth.
A windchime on the door sang as you pulled the door open and walked inside, greeting their manager who was at a table by the door.
“The boys here?”
“Down the hall,” he nodded, pointing a finger in the direction of the hallway. “They’re more rowdy than usual so be prepared,”
You laughed and turned down the hall, walking towards the studio. The walls were decorated with memorabilia of rock and roll greats and record plaques, and among them, you spotted a picture of the four boys with their Grammy award. It seemed like time had passed so quickly. They won the award for the first album and they were already working on their third, shooting them further into stardom.
“Coffee’s here!” You shouted in a really bad New England accent when you noticed the recording light was flipped off above the door.
You stepped into the room to a chorus of cheers and “thank god you're here”’s that made you laugh while sitting the food and drinks down on the table and they all rushed over. You handed out the specific orders and pointed to which drinks was theirs when they got handsy and tried to grab everything from her out of both excitement and some desperation for caffeine.
“Our savior,” Jake said, reaching out and grabbing your shoulders to give them a gentle shake before taking the coffee you were holding out to him, and then you handed Danny’s to him, too.
“Just the coffee girl here,”
“Well, you’re a little bit more than that,” Josh said, walking over to the table to grab his full cup.
You pressed a hand against the table, leaning over to him. “Just a little?”
“A little bit,” he shot you a wink before swiftly pressing a kiss to your cheek.
You were more than just a “little more” than the coffee girl, you were typically their designated drunk driver, the one who took all of their candid photos, the mediator in times of need, and well, the girlfriend of the lead singer, too.
Everyone in the studio took their food and drinks and scattered among the seating area in a break from recording. Instead of one tiny room with all of them cramped together, they had a wide open space with booths for the different instruments and bean bag chairs and big comfy, velvet sofas, and there was dim lighting with deep toned rugs that gave off the vibe of a more relaxed feel rather than the fluorescent-light, tiled-floor feeling that made them feel rushed and confined by rules they didn’t set themselves.
You liked the studio, too, and often took naps on the sofa while listening to them play instruments individually in the recording booths and while they were writing. One night they had found you at two a.m., bundled up with a blanket on the bean bag chair after they spent the night writing in the front room on the piano, but it wasn’t the first time as you often napped in their Nashville recording offices, too.
“You guys been busy today?” You asked jokingly while lowering onto the sofa armrest, receiving nothing but glares shot in your direction. “Okay, okay, touchy subject,”
With a mouthful of bread, Sam pointed to Josh, “Josh finished a song, didn’t you?” He was grinning.
You hummed in joy and surprise, grabbing Josh’s knee as he sat next to you. “Really?”
It had been a rough few days for all of them as they tried to shuffle out a few more additions to the new album. It felt incomplete with something missing, but they couldn’t quite put their finger on what it was exactly, so they attempted to bring back and revamp old songs, write and record new ones, but nothing seemed to stick, until now.
“Yeah, wanted to wait and show you later, but someone can’t keep his trap shut.” Josh said, pretending to be serious before cracking a smile and taking a sip of his coffee. “Just wanted it to be a surprise,”
“Well it can still be a surprise, I’m surprised now,” you said. “Can I hear it? Or read what you got?”
Josh nodded and stood, grabbing your hand and pulling you with him. There was a little recording room fit with a piano inside, his writing journal placed on the music stand where he had scribbled notes and keys and melodies in pen. He picked it up and handed it to you.
“Nothing seemed to click until last night, when I started putting it together.” He said.
“Is that why you wouldn’t tell me what it was when you all got back to the house?”
Josh shrugged, pinching his bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger. “Yeah, yeah, I wanted it to be special when you first heard it.”
You sat the coffee cup down onto the floor while lowering into the small chair in the corner, holding the journal like it was the most delicate piece of art in the world. In silence, while Josh watched on anxiously, you read the words he had splayed across the blank page.
Can you light my love?
Flames glowing bright as the sun
Deeper than oceans you run
Watch as our world has begun
Your mind is a stream of colors
Extending beyond our sky
A land of infinite wonders
A billion lightyears from here now
You felt your throat tighten, tears tempted your eyes.
It was a love song.
“Josh-”
“Oh god you hate it don’t you, you dread it, despise it,”
“Oh shut up, I’m in tears right now, you know I love it.” You looked up at him with a smile and a sniffle.
His words across the page were sloppy, some cursive, written in different pens of different colors, some lines crossed and scribbled out, others underlined.
“Your mind is something I will never fully understand.” You told him as he sat down on the chair next to you. “How the fuck did you come up with this-”
“I was thinking about our trip out here, the week we spent driving out and all of the stuff we did… and how I think I fell more in love with you.” His voice softened.
You reached out, placing your arm on his shoulder, fingers playing with his curls. “I can’t put it into words how much I love it, how much I love you,” you said, “and you make me sound so lovely when in reality I know I was a pain in the ass that entire trip.”
“Yeah, but my pain in the ass,” he kissed the inside of your arm.
Two weeks before the boys left Nashville to head to Los Angeles, Josh called you at midnight with an idea in mind – the two of you renting a camper to drive out to L.A., falling into all of the tourist traps along the way and stopping in random small towns to sleep while exploring the in between, which would definitely beat the boring four-hour flight. And you, half asleep and across the country, agreed.
It would be fun. Right?
And it was. Every time someone asked how it went, you called it “the most magical week of my life.”
While the others waited behind for their flights the next week, you and Josh set off from Nashville, heading west with only the destination in mind and a trusty map in hand. Everything else just came to you both.
The first stop was three hours in the trip, in Memphis. You and Josh roamed Graceland on Elvis Presley Boulevard and had lunch near Sun Studio before taking in the mementos and relics at the Blues Hall of Fame where Josh talked your ear off, rattling off more details about each band and singer than was on the info-cards on the wall.
Then it was two hours to Little Rock, falling asleep in the back of the camper after a take-out dinner outside of a random supermarket. Sitting in lawn chairs in the middle of a parking lot, you held Josh’s hand under a blanket and watched the pink sunrise over the hills, and then it was back on the road again.
From Oklahoma City to Amarillo, you fiddled with the map when Josh got lost after a wrong turn in a small town where he insisted on seeing the giant 66-foot LED soda bottle sculpture, and in the middle of northern Texas, he made it up to you by cooking your favorite dinner. You thanked him in a quiet whisper as you crawled into the bed with him that night, sliding under the covers where he greeted you with warm hands and kisses against your neck that made you squeal with the tickle of his mustache and he grinned against your lips.
Josh got to choose the music all the way through New Mexico – Neil Young and Crazy Horse to John Denver’s Thank God I’m A Country Boy, and you were only able to squeeze in Joan Baez every hour when you stopped to stretch your legs on the side of the road, belting the words to him while he laughed at your voice cracks.
And after you both pitched the tent in the Petrified Forest in Arizona, Josh hummed the tune to some new song while you two sat under the midnight stars in the canyon with a roaring fire, his arm around you, his sweatshirt draped over your shoulders. When he tried to start telling you a scary story after you heard a weird noise outside the tent, you blindly hit him in the dark and accidentally hit his nose, causing you both to burst into laughter after the initial panic left. He laughed loudly into your shoulder as you held his face in shock, catching the scent of your lavender lotion, and his body relaxed when the laughter died down, feeling so at peace in his life with you there.
It was the tail end of the trip, but the excitement hadn’t died down yet. After showers in the camper in the middle-of-nowhere-Arizona and five hours west, you and Josh found a bar outside of Las Vegas that resembled Coyote Ugly, so you both had a round of tequila sodas and margaritas before walking around the small town that evening and sleeping off the tipsy-headaches in the air conditioning. On top of the covers, you looked at Josh napping in the sunshine, cheeks flushed red, curls poofy from the wind, and you felt your heart grow in your chest before falling asleep next to him.
And then came Los Angeles, the final stop, the dreaded one. But you and Josh didn’t tell anyone that either of you were sad to be back with them in L.A. when they asked, and instead, you two smiled and hugged everyone after piling out of the camper in the drive-way of the Silver Lake house.
Cleaning out the camper, tossing cheesy novelty t-shirts at each other and laughing at how many socks you two managed to lose along the way and how many bug bites were added, watching the developed clips Josh had filmed of scenes in the desert and you asleep in the passenger seat, you both were nostalgic about a trip that just ended.
It was so easy, so freeing to just be together on the road, with only the destination in mind. It revealed a part of them that the other didn’t see often, like your tendencies to get your lefts and rights mixed up while giving directions, and Josh’s equally awful sense of direction didn’t exactly pair with the fact that he was a maniac while driving in the first place.
But those parts were just added to the long list of why you and him loved each other in the first place. So you became the designated driver after Amarillo and Josh stuck to telling you “left or right” for the rest of the time. It was a compromise, another reason why you two worked so well together.
It was a form of love in itself.
“We’ll have to drive all the way back to Nashville then, so you can write more songs about me.” You teased.
Josh rolled his eyes but cracked into a grin a second later. “Let’s not get too carried away,” but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t always mentally reliving the night under the canyon moon.
#gvf imagine#greta van fleet imagine#gvf#gvf one shot#greta van fleet one shot#gvf fanfic#greta van fleet fanfic#josh kiszka imagine#josh kiszka one shot#josh kiszka fanfic#greta van fleet
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Oml I loved the Tony's older brother one shot and I was wondering if their could be a part 2? Where some time has passed and he shows up to the tower for sibling time and all the avengers are there and Tony's still in the lab so they think you're an intruder lmao
Notes: I’d like to thank (anonymous) for the request! I hope you enjoy it.
I don’t own any of the gifs/pictures used.
Feedback is always welcome! If you want to be tagged in this or in any future one-shots, let me know :).
Warnings: Unedited, spelling/grammatical errors, a misunderstanding, poor writing, anything else I missed 🤷🏻♂️
Masterlist: Click Here & Here
Part 1: Click Here
Word Count: 1,322 (give or take)
You’re a bit surprised at how well your relationship with Tony has improved. In the years since his kidnapping and rise to heroism, you would’ve thought your little brother wouldn’t have time for you. You were wrong. Phone calls were frequent, and eventually it went to video chats and in the past couple weeks discussion of in-person meetings were in the works. It might seem a bit strange that it’s taken years for the two of you to finally do an in-person meet... but you’re both busy.
Tony is an Avenger and helping his CEO girlfriend run Stark Industries. He’s a high-profile person.
You’re still managing your own company.
Scheduling conflicts are bound to happen.
The two of you understood how hectic your lives could be, and you both agreed to meet in-person at the right moment... which was going to be sooner than either of you expected.
You were going to be in New York on a business trip, near where the Avengers Tower was located. You hadn’t told Tony, only because during the last video call he seemed distracted. Something about wanting to put a suit of armor around the world – he spoke so fast you barely understood half of what he was saying.
Maybe that should be concerning to you. There’s no doubt in your mind that being a hero puts a lot on one’s conscience. Hopefully your visit could help him, even if it’s just a little.
As you walk up to the Tower, you feel a bit anxious. You’ll be visiting your Avenger little brother. In the same building the other Avengers will more likely be in. With other government officials inside. Shit.
Was a surprise visit really a good idea? The two of you agreed to meet in person once there was an opening in both of your schedules. Would you be overstepping boundaries by going in the Tower? Did you want to risk possibly getting arrested? Why were you suddenly walking inside? Oh God, your legs – your body – was betraying you. Your mind didn’t want to get into trouble, but your body was moving on its own.
God damn it, you think, stopping dead in your tracks. You’re inside, and it’s gigantic. Various well-dressed men and women are walking to and from various hallways, some going into elevators or rushing up flights of stairs. Voices echo off of every wall, seemingly filling every inch of the place.
You swallow thickly, legs ready to move, before you feel a hand on your shoulder. Turning your head slightly, you see a man around your height with short brown hair and calculating eyes. Next to him you see a redheaded woman, a neutral expression on her face but her eyes just as calculating. You knew instantly who they were, Hawkeye and the Black Widow.
“You looking for something?” Clint asked, but you could hear the underlining tone in his voice. Why were you in the Tower? They didn’t know you, you didn’t work for them or anyone they knew. So why’re you here?
“Uh, yeah,” you stammered. “Tony.”
“You know him?” Natasha asked. Her eyes studied every inch of your face, of your body language, trying to gauge you for any reaction, any minute detail that could give away your true intentions.
“I’m his brother.”
Natasha hummed. “He never mentioned having a brother,” she stated.
“We’ve only recently gotten back in touch.”
You shift where you stand. Uneasiness and discomfort seemed to overwhelm you. Did they get this a lot, people pretending to be related to an Avenger? God you could only hope they’d believe you.
“He’s busy right now,” Clint said. “We’ve all got things to do here.”
“I’m sure he’d see you if you make an appointment,” Natasha added. A small smile came across her lips, but you couldn’t detect any genuineness behind it. She was... really hard to read. They both were.
“I–”
“Natasha, Clint.” Another voice interrupted you, and you felt your blood run cold. Steve Rogers, America’s golden boy, walking over to where the three of you stood. He had a disapproving look on his face as he regarded his comrades, but confusion swept over when he saw you. “The meeting is about to start,” he started, the comment aimed to the two other Avengers, but his gaze never once left yours.
Clint let out a heavy sigh and nodded. He gave you a pat on the shoulder as he and Natasha headed off. “See you around,” he told you. “Hope you can set up that appointment.”
Steve stood in front of you, eyeing you up just as the other two did. “Something wrong?” he asked.
“I was just telling those two I’m here to see Tony,” you responded, your tone slow and careful. “I’m his brother.”
Steve’s frown deepened. “Brother?” he murmured.
“Yeah, I’m his older brother.” You crossed your arms over your chest. “I’m the lesser known Stark kid.”
“Tony’s in his lab at the moment.” Steve crossed his arms as well. “He’s always busy, keeping this place and us up and running.”
“Yeah, I can see that,” you replied. “He’s always been good with machines.”
“I just find it strange,” Steve went on, a hint of suspicion in his tone, “that you’d say you’re his brother. He’s never mentioned any siblings.”
“We are rebuilding our relationship.” You nod. “It’s been a while since we’ve seen in each other outside of phone calls or video chats.”
Steve nodded, still looking apprehensive.
“You knew our father, right?”
Again, Steve nodded.
“Well, he was a different man when Tony and I were kids,” you explained. “Whoever he was to you, whatever you remember him as, that’s not how he was when we were younger.”
“It’s hard to imagine him any other way.”
“He was an asshole.” Your face hardened, old emotions starting to resurface. “He’s part of the reason Tony and I had a strained relationship.”
You see the conflicting emotions on Steve’s face. It was kind of sad, seeing him struggle so much with what he knew and what he’s being told, but you didn’t see a point in sugar coating it. Howard Stark was a shitty father. His eyes were set solely on his reputation, not on the well-being of his family.
“Look, take this however you want,” you sighed, “I don’t care. I just want to see my brother. That’s all I came here for.”
“I understand,” Steve interjected, for a split second looking almost apologetic. “But this is not the place to do surprise visits. Unless you work for SHIELD or with us, we can’t authorize...”
“Capsicle, what’s the hold up.” Tony’s voice echoed down one of the hallways, sarcastic humor in his tone. “I’m getting bombarded with texts the meeting’s started and you’re not there.”
Steve turned, a hint of annoyance on his face.
By the time Tony reached the two of you, he paused, for a split second looking shocked, before a smile comes across his face.
“Well, how ’bout that.” Tony came to your side, clapping you on the back. “Wasn’t expecting you here.”
“I was in the area,” you state. “Figured I’d drop by and say hello.”
“Tony, the meeting, remember?” Steve added.
“Right, right,” and a dismissive wave of Tony’s hand was the only response Steve got. “Would Fury be pissed if I said I had an emergency?”
The annoyance became more prominent on Steve’s face.
“Oh, calm down, grandpa,” Tony exclaimed, smirking at Steve. “Besides, all those meetings are the same.” He looked back at you. “I’ll meet up with you for lunch, how’s that sound?”
“Fine,” you responded. “Text me where we’re meeting and what time.”
“Yeah, sure. Now go explore, have fun.” Tony started on his way to wherever his meeting was being held. “But don’t have too much fun. At least wait until I get there.”
You only smiled, looking forward to whatever might be in store.
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Happy Mother’s Day!!
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The Night Shift part 11 (F!Reader x Frankie Morales)
WC: 3.3k
AN: Yall I'm so sorry this took ages to be updated, my laptop screen broke and the repair place had to wait over a week for a new one, I hope the end of this part makes up for it <3 Parts will also be slower to come out as I'm starting my next semester of uni on Monday and that's going to take up a large chunk of my time, but I'm still going to try and put out a new part at least once a week
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Friday arrived far too quickly for Frankie’s liking. So quickly he had gotten himself into a routine of being with you, and it felt like it was being ripped away from him. Of course, he knew that it would happen, he hadn’t deluded himself into thinking it wouldn’t, but still . . . still he had grown so used to your presence that when it was finally time to “get your shit from that ugly ass motherfucker” (Will’s words, not his), he felt almost depressed.
You were perched on his couch when he woke up late Friday morning, a cup of steaming coffee clutched in your hand, your gaze fixed absently on a point on the wall. He called your name gently, not wanting to scare you. You blinked a couple times, as if coming out of a trance. He knew the look well.
“Didn’t sleep?” he poured himself a cup and sat down next to you. You shook your head.
“Not great. I think an hour, maybe. But like, really shitty sleep.”
“Not fully asleep but not fully awake?” Frankie suggested, having become very accustomed to the feeling during his military time. You nodded, giving him a tired smile. He understood your exhaustion. You had spent every waking moment stressed about the move, online shopping to replace the things that you were leaving at Kurt’s, and then stressing some more. You had picked up the keys on Wednesday and Frankie had gone with you to check the place out.
It was a bright, airy place, seven floors up with huge windows and a tiny balcony off the living area. Frankie had noticed your eyes shining as you took it all in, almost like you couldn’t believe it was yours. You had wiped away a tear, taking in the view of the lake by the apartment complex.
Frankie had come with his measuring tape and notebook from his mechanic days. He measured each room, each alcove where a piece of furniture would sit, and wrote them down diligently with a messy scrawl on a page labelled with your name.
When you had gotten back to his place, you set to work writing down a list of what was yours and what you needed to replace. At the top of that list was a bed, heavily underlined and circled.
“The bed’s mine, technically,” you explained as you clicked on a display photo of a wrought iron bed frame, “but he can keep it. I want a fresh start, and I think I need a new bed to do that.”
“Makes sense,” Frankie said sitting down beside you, “is that the one you’re going with?”
You had nodded, clicking add to cart. The store had next day delivery, and for a small fee would even build the bed for you. You opted for this, despite Frankie’s protests.
“Please, you’re doing so much already, and putting my whole bed together for me . . . it feels like a very unfair trade,” you told him firmly. Once again, your stubbornness had won over. Frankie, rather grudgingly, had to admit to himself that the delivery people were much quicker than he would’ve been at assembling the bed frame, especially after he had taken a quick look at the instructions.
He wasn’t about to tell you that though.
It was almost midday when a knock sounded on his door, followed by the three men he called brothers piling into his kitchen. You emerged from the bathroom, fully dressed and a shy smile on your face. It struck Frankie that this was the first time you were meeting these guys, truly meeting them without the inclusion of alcohol.
“You’re all really excellent for helping me with this,” you said fiddling with the sleeve of your shirt. You had opted for long sleeves throughout the whole week. “Sorry you have to give up your Friday for this.”
Benny was the first one to make a move. He strode forward and enveloped you in a tight hug. Frankie could see the initial shock on your face before it was replaced by a hesitant kind of happiness.
“You like Taylor Swift?” he asked, and you nodded. Benny craned his neck to look at Frankie. “She’s riding with me, if that’s okay?” he turned back to you and you nodded again. Benny grinned and whispered something in your ear, causing you to snort out a laugh.
Santi stood beside Frankie and pressed an envelope into his hands.
“The photo,” he explained. “Again, remember I have several copies, so if you plan on destroying this one, imagine it like a hydra.” Frankie rolled his eyes and put the envelope in his back pocket. You were too busy chatting with Benny and Will to notice, and he was glad. He wanted to surprise you with the photo when you needed it.
Benny and Will had taken a particular soft spot for you since Frankie gave them the bare-bones rundown of how Kurt had treated you. Frankie noticed it now, in how Will stood like your own personal bodyguard, in how Benny had slung his arm around your shoulders, like you were old friends. Frankie felt the briefest flash of jealousy before he stamped it down. Just because he couldn’t – wouldn’t – touch you, didn’t mean no one else could.
“Quit staring Fish, you look like one of those cartoon characters whose eyes turn to hearts,” Santi muttered, elbowing Frankie in the ribs. Frankie elbowed him back, annoyed.
“Alright, gang! Let’s get this show on the road!” Will clapped his hands together. Benny raised an incredulous brow at his brother.
“What are you, fifty?” He turned to you, linking his arm through yours. “Don’t worry, Fish, I’ll drive extra carefully.”
Frankie felt envious of Benny then, even though he had basically had a week straight with you. But knowing it was coming to an end, that tonight you’d be sleeping at your own place, instead of just down the hall. Well, it made him almost sad. He pushed that aside though and forced himself to be happy for you.
As he drove to your old apartment, everyone else following behind, he focused a little too hard on the radio, just to give his mind something to do. A newsreader was talking about how a quick-thinking pilot had landed a plane in a field after something went horrifically wrong with the engines. Zero casualties, minor injuries. People were already calling for the pilot to be given a medal.
Maybe I should renew my licence, Frankie thought. He didn’t want to be a commercial pilot, or a hero of any kind, although the uniforms were nice. But it couldn’t hurt to have it.
He pulled up outside the building, gripping the steering wheel tightly. This was it.
Will and Santi parked behind him, but Benny’s ridiculously lifted pickup was nowhere to be seen. Frankie squinted towards the end of the street, knowing he couldn’t have gotten lost. He had you with him.
Ten minutes passed with no sign of you. “Where the fuck are they?” Frankie grumbled, now worried that you and Benny had gotten into a car accident. He trusted him, but Benny was the worst driver of all of them. He pulled out his phone to text you but was interrupted.
“That’s his truck,” Will said, pointing to the end of the street, where Benny’s truck had just pulled in. The sound of heavy bass reached them before the truck did. As Benny pulled up outside the apartment, Frankie recognised the song as Gimme More by Britney Spears.
“Sorry we’re late,” you called, clambering out of the truck, a tall plastic cup in your hand. “We stopped for frappes.” Benny sipped innocently at his, giving Frankie a look that said he needed to speak with him.
“Where’s my fuckin’ frappe,” Santi grumbled, looking envious. Benny grinned and handed his over to Santi for a sip.
You stood, looking up at the building, chewing on the inside of your cheek. “Guess we better go up. I sent him a text telling him I was doing this today, but he didn’t reply, so I don’t know if he’ll be here.”
“Want us to jump him if he is?” Benny offered, but you shook your head.
“Not right away,” you said, “but if he starts up maybe slap him around a little.” Frankie knew you were joking, but the look in your eyes was one of fear. He took your hand gently and lowered his head to talk to you.
“You can wait out here if you want,” he murmured, “we’ve got the list of what we need to get.” You squeezed his hand and shook your head. Yours was cold and slightly clammy in his own, but he didn’t mind.
“No, I need to do this.” You said. Frankie nodded, understanding. You didn’t need to explain the nitty gritty of your reasoning, all he needed was for you to know that you had him, in whatever way you needed.
You kept a firm grip on his hand as you lead the way upstairs to your old apartment, only letting go when you stood outside the front door, fumbling in your bag for your keys.
At first, the apartment seemed empty of life. All the lights were off, the curtains closed, and the place was eerily silent. You stepped over the threshold, followed by the rest of the boys, who immediately got to work.
As it turned out, Kurt wasn’t there. He remained gone for a good half hour while the boys carried your heavier shit down to their trucks. You set to work stuffing the rest of your clothes into plastic trash bags you had picked up from the grocery store.
Benny joined Frankie in carrying a loveseat downstairs.
“Fish, I need to tell ya,” Benny started, grunting as they made a turn. “She’s as into you as you are her.” Frankie shook his head.
“Don’t do this, man.”
“I’m being serious. I talked to her in the truck. She didn’t say it outright, but you should’a seen the look on her face when I talked about you.” Benny waggled his eyebrows. “And her friend Sara agrees, she’s ‘smitten’ with you. Whatever the fuck smitten means. If you want my advice-”
“I’m not sure I do.”
“-Go for it. Tonight, once we’re all gone. Shoot your shot my guy. Don’t waste anymore fucking time. Sara said she wasn’t even sad about the breakup, like she’s been checked out mentally for months now.”
“Wait, did Sara tell you about me punching Kurt?”
“All I’m saying is, she likes you a lot, you like her a lot, don’t waste this.” Frankie mulled over what Benny was saying. There had been more than a few moments that week when he had spied you looking at him and wondered . . . but each time he had pushed the thought out his head. Old insecurities, respect for you, held him back.
Historically, Frankie had never been very good at telling when someone was into him. He could be literally balls deep and he’d still be questioning it. Even sometimes with Portia, he’d wonder if she really felt the same way he did. Santi, who knew Frankie as a kid, chalked it up to Frankie having a rough go of puberty, not growing into his features until almost the end of high school. By then, whenever someone had showed even a slight bit of interest, Frankie had dismissed it as a cruel joke. Unfortunately, those insecurities had followed him deep into adulthood.
The mood in the apartment had become relaxed, all the heavier stuff, like your couch, TV, furniture, and fridge had been taken care of, and now all that was left was to gather all the small shit. Frankie found you in the bathroom, unscrewing the shower head. You tossed it into a box filled with other bathroom items, the loud clang making him grimace. He opened his mouth to speak to you when yelling from the front room interrupted him.
Your face fell instantly, going from focused to almost afraid. Your eyes met Frankie’s own, and he reached out to touch your arm. It’s okay the touch said, he can’t do anything to you. Taking a deep breath, you squared your shoulders and walked out with Frankie to the commotion.
Kurt was being held back with a single hand on his chest by a bored looking Will, screaming a string of expletives and struggling to land any kind of hit on Will, Santi stood behind Kurt, ready to jump in if needed. Benny was hunched over, clutching his sides in laughter. Kurt finally caught sight of you, standing a little in front of Frankie.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?” His tone made you wince slightly, but Frankie was proud of the way you didn’t shrink away.
“I told you this was happening today, Kurtis, it was your choice to come back while we were here,” you said calmly.
“You’re taking all my shit!”
“I paid for every single thing I’m taking,” you said. “It’s not my fault you never put anything of monetary value into this place.” You stepped forward, so you were facing Kurt head on, but still behind Will. “You need to calm down, you’re acting like a fucking child.”
“I’M ACTING LIKE A CHILD?”
“Yes. You are. You’ve acted like one almost our entire relationship. So you can either calm down, leave and come back later, or my friends will force you to calm down.”
“Are you threatening me?” Kurt spat.
“Yes. You’ve already been smacked down before, any one of these guys would love to be the one to do it again.”
“I’d like to see them fucking try!” Kurt pivoted and lunged at Benny. Big mistake. With a simple, yet effective, punch to the head, Kurt was out cold on the floor. Benny looked up, almost apologetic. You grinned at him, silent laughter shaking your shoulders.
“I didn’t mean to hit that hard,” Benny said, flexing his fist. “But I also did.”
Santi dragged Kurt’s unconscious body to the now empty living room, carefully posing him so he was curled in the foetal position, sucking on his thumb.
“He actually arrived at the perfect time,” you said to Frankie, standing back beside him. “Cause we’re done here.”
“We’ve got everything?” Santi called, overhearing you. You nodded.
“We’re finally done here.”
~*~
Frankie was glad you had decided to ride with him back to your new place. You were buzzing with a new energy, unable to keep a nervous grin off your face. You didn’t speak on the drive to your new place, but Frankie hoped he wasn’t reading into how much closer you sat, your thighs almost brushing his. Benny had gotten into his head, he knew, and now he couldn’t stop thinking about the conversation.
You were the most beautiful person he had met, both inside and out, and the very idea that you could like him the way he liked you . . . well fuck, it didn’t seem feasible. But then he thought back to the previous week spent with you, and maybe it wasn’t such a ludicrous idea after all.
He pulled up at your new building, parking in the spot designated for you. You turned to him, unlatching your seatbelt as you did.
“Frankie . . .” you started, then leant over and pulled him into a tight hug. Frankie felt like everything you wanted to say was in that hug. You pulled back slightly, so your faces were almost touching. He could’ve done it then, he fucking should have done it. Crossed that miniscule amount of space between you. But then the moment passed, and you pulled away entirely.
You climbed out of the truck, moving to the back to grab some of the garbage bags that held the smaller stuff. Frankie’s phone buzzed in the cupholder, a message from Will in the group chat.
Ironhead: Pussy
Frankie turned and saw Will staring at him. Fuck offhe mouthed. Will flipped him off with a grin. The effort of getting all your stuff up to your new place was considerably easier than it had been the first time around. For one, your new place had an elevator. So even though they had to take turns using it, it was worlds above struggling up seven flights of stairs. The mood was also improved by the fact Will had knocked Kurt out cold. Frankie had begun to wonder if that had become the main highlight of your day.
It was well into the night by the time everything was in its new place. Benny and Will flopped down onto your loveseat, drinking beers that you had kept in an ice chest you had brought in yesterday just for this. You sat on the floor, drinking a fruity vodka thing that Frankie thought looked and smelt like a melted popsicle. The balcony door was open, a breeze that held the promise of summer drifted through.
“Where’s Santi?” You asked looking around.
“He had to get something from the truck,” Will said. As if on cue, which if Frankie knew these boys as well as he did, it was, Santi burst through the door, one arm stretched wide, the other behind his back.
“My dearest,” Santi began, and Frankie groaned inwardly, “over this past day, the gentlemen and I have grown quite fond of you.” What is this, regency England? Frankie rolled his eyes and took a sip of his beer. “And as such, we wanted to present you with a housewarming gift.” With that, he whipped his arm around and held out a vase of sunflowers. Your face softened, then broke into a grin.
“You didn’t have to do this,” you pushed yourself up and pulled Santi into a hug, motioning for Will and Benny to join. You hugged the three men as tight as you could, smiling at Frankie over the tops of their shoulders. Frankie smiled back, raising his beer in a silent toast.
You placed the flowers on the kitchen counter, facing them toward the window. It was just past ten when the three boys left, Benny carrying the ice chest along with the promise to bring it back as soon as he could. It seemed like it was only moments before only you and Frankie remained.
Frankie’s phone buzzed.
Benny: Don’t fuck this up.
Frankie saw you move outside onto the balcony, leaning against the railing, silhouetted by silver moonlight, your face turned towards the breeze that coasted off the lake. Everyone else was gone, and he wondered if he didn’t take this chance, would he ever?
He moved to stand next to you, standing so close your arms were touching. His heart felt like it was caught in his throat. He murmured your name.
“Frankie,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of his beating heart. Before he could stop himself, chicken out like he had before, he closed the distance between you. One hand cupping your warm cheek, the other encircling your waist, he tilted his head down until his lips met yours.
It was everything.
Your lips were soft against his, hesitant at first, but then you were wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing your body against his. You tasted like candy and those sugary drinks you insisted on bringing. Your touch was like tiny jolts of electricity shooting down his spine.
Fuck.
His tongue darted against your bottom lip, and you let him in almost hungrily. Frankie deepened the kiss, wondering just why the everloving fuck he waited this long.
He whispered your name, the word like poetry on his lips. You were poetry, you were art, you were every beautiful thing wrapped up into one person. He was in love with you.
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take-out menus aren’t meant for ordering
genre: fluff
word count: 1.5k
synopsis: a slight character study for miya atsumu between a conversation with his brother and the writing of his vows. the word “slight” being underlined, highlighted, and circled multiple times.
There is a take-out menu laying on the empty counter of Onigiri Miya, spread out completely flat so that it is no longer in its trifold state. The paper has a nice gloss to it, giving an even sheen when underneath the low lights. Its pages are filled with professional pictures of the food offered, appetizing from a single glance and even more-so with the descriptions added underneath them.
But, sitting at the counter and staring at the empty spaces on the page, Atsumu isn’t looking to order. At this point in time, he’s too frustrated to even think about eating. He makes sure his struggle is known, groaning just loud enough so that his brother can hear him.
And, by the fifth prolonged sigh, his brother notices.
Osamu thinks it’s annoying. Really annoying. He wonders why his brother always decides to settle all his baggage into his restaurant instead of actually finding guidance from a trained professional.
(Free therapy, he thinks. He should give himself a raise for having to deal with his brother when he’s working behind the counter.)
“What’s the matter, ‘Tsumu?” Osamu finally asks in an attempt to get his brother to stop making his restaurant feel so gloomy. He’s glad it’s only the two of them during the odd hour because he’s sure Atsumu would have driven people out with his attitude.
Atsumu exhales, so deep and long that one might think he has some sort of pre-existing health condition. His pause before speaking makes Osamu think he’s preparing a soliloquy.
“I can’t think of anything to write.”
Osamu raises a brow. Then he chuckles. “Can’t do much of that if you don’t have a brain to start with.”
He quickly dodges a pair of wooden chopsticks thrown in his direction and laughs as his brother seethes in his seat. Predictable as always. He didn’t even need to rely on his twin telepathy to know Atsumu’s next move.
“This is serious!” Atsumu yells out. His voice echoes and Osamu puts on his Totally Serious Face to show his brother that he does cares (at least a smidgeon). “The vows. I can’t think of anything to write for ‘em.”
Now, Osamu stares at him with more interest, a twinkle in his eyes that gleams only for a second before he throws his head back to give out a hearty laugh. It’s the kind of laugh Osamu does when he’s really, really happy. Like when the entire Inarizaki crew surprised him for his birthday by buying him out for the night, or when he won two thousand yen from the lottery. While Atsumu sits in disbelief (because was his suffering truly that hilarious?), Osamu shakes his head to compose himself again.
“C’mon, it shouldn’t be too hard to come up with something,” Osamu says. He points to a blank space on the first page. “Start it off right next to the tuna onigiri, that’s real romantic when you say your vows with our number one seller in mind.”
Atsumu groans again. How can he be joking at a time like this? When it feels like his life (his love life, that is) is at stake? He was about to yell out a slew of vulgar words, but his stomach interrupted him, choosing to speak up with a loud grumble. Red in the face, Atsumu shuts up, shrinking in his seat under the gaze of his brother.
“No wonder your brain capacity’s lower than usual,” Osamu teases. “You’re hungry.”
“Whatever.”
“The usual?”
“...Whatever.”
Osamu rolls his eyes. “Quit actin’ like a baby.”
“I’m not actin’ like a baby!” Atsumu cries out in a manner that reminds Osamu of a baby. “I can’t keep puttin’ this off! In a week, I’ll have to say this in front of everyone and they’re gonna think I’m an idiot because I can’t come up with anything good!”
“Trust me, nobody’s gonna think you’re an idiot at your wedding because of your vows,” he replies and bites his tongue to suppress the insult following. “If you write it too deep and poetic and pretty, then everyone’s gonna think you hired someone or that you copied it off the internet.”
“But—”
“Trust me,” Osamu repeats. He doesn’t look up as he molds the rice in his hands, creating a triangular shape. Years of practice have allowed him to do it so easily, so perfectly that Atsumu can’t help but stare. “Say the things that come easy for you. The things you’ve said before and the things you’ve been meaning to say. That’s what you should write.”
With the exception of the sound of tuna searing in the back and the occasional drip from the faucet nearby, there is a serene quietness shared between the two. Atsumu mulls over his brother’s words, thinking that it honestly sounds like advice that you would have given him, but he brushes it off and then looks back at the blank spaces in the take-out menu. The empty spots are almost inviting him to scribble all over.
“Alright,” Atsumu says as he clicks the pen in his hand and starts jotting any and all thoughts. “Think she’ll be mad I wrote my vows on a menu?”
Osamu chuckles as he places the plate of onigiri in front of his brother.
“Absolutely not.”
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There are two take-out menus stored in a little box hidden in the bottom drawer of your dresser. The paper for both of them are wrinkled and yellowing, a clear testament of the time that has passed since first exchanging them. Scribbles of ink take up the empty spaces, the words uneven and crossed out and misspelled after multiple attempts to write from the heart.
At times, you find them in the midst of cleaning or a sudden remembrance whilst watching a film. The box is dug out from the neatly folded shirts and shorts meant to be worn in the upcoming summer season, and, upon lifting the lid in one gracious motion, the vows are always there, waiting to be read again and again. Each time, something new pops up, strikes you with a “I can’t believe I didn’t notice that!” moment as your fingers gently trace over his words.
Sometimes it’s the slight change in ink color when it comes to your name, an indication of the writing becoming lighter. (A pause in thought? Whenever you asked him, he would scratch the back of his head and shrug his shoulders.) Others, it’s the way entire lines are crossed out because he kept misspelling the same word multiple times.
Very Atsumu-ish, you muse with a silent chuckle.
Atsumu-ish. Because the words erratic and unorthodox and lively and everything in-between just aren’t enough to describe his entire being, so Atsumu-ish became the one true representative of whatever he had up his sleeve.
(It started as a joke between you and Osamu wanting to tease Atsumu when he was being outlandish, but then it spread to the rest of the circle and was kept as Official Inarizaki Alumni Vocabulary when Kita mumbled “Atsumu-ish” without a hint of jest in his voice, completely serious about its usage.
“Atsumu-ish,” he pondered loud enough so that the rest of the guys could hear him. “I’ve never thought about it like that, but I guess you’re right.”
And it stuck with everyone else, causing Atsumu to sulk about it for five whole minutes as he whined and groaned about “Osamu-ish” and “Suna-ish” not being a thing to which Kita gave a straight answer: they’re not you. His truthfulness made Atsumu slump in his seat until you squeezed his hand from under the table and whispered that his name just rang in a special way.
He liked the sound of that and straightened his back when you teased him about it again.)
Atsumu-ish, Atsumu-ish, Atsumu-ish.
At this point, you had repeated it in your mind so many times that it started to sound a bit weird. His name echoes once more, making you pause as you stare at the old take-out menus. It did start to sound a bit strange now, but you most certainly aren’t sick of it.
(You don’t think his name would ever tire you out. Decades, centuries, millenniums, and through whatever multitude of lifetimes the universe has to offer, you think that you’ll always hold the way his name sounds close for comfort, like a seashell pressed against your ear.)
When you read through his words, you can tell he put a lot of time into writing what really matters to him. He’s always been one to say the first thing that pops in his mind (brash and honest to a fault), but seeing that struggle for the right string of words, for the right day, and for the right moment in time just reminds you that he’s always been the kind of person who says the things he does because he cares.
His words are a little blunt, almost unrefined, but it’s so easy to see how he wanted his vows to be perfect. Perfect in the Miya Atsumu kind of way.
And only Miya Atsumu would write his vows on the take-out menu of his brother’s restaurant.
Atsumu-ish, you think again with a chuckle as you admire the two take-out menus—from the same place, a coincidence that makes you laugh at the thought of his brother dealing with you two separately. Both are a little bit worn, but the words are easy to read.
Easy to love.
Much like himself.
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Wedding Bells
Word Count: 1600
Pairings: Lucifer Morningstar x Reader
Warnings: the tiniest, smallest sprinkle of angst, but mostly just sickening fluff lol
A/N: This is a kind of older story from Wattpad, but I haven't had time to write a new one yet, because of cramming for exams, but don't fret my lovelies, I'll be getting back to writing requests very soon.
Summary: It was the day you'd been planning for months, the day that would change everything. It was like a dream, but the butterflies in your stomach, the way your leg bounced with unending anxiety and excitement reminded you that it was all real. That this day would be perfect, more perfect than you had ever hoped.
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Your day had started early, earlier than you had planned, but you woke long before your alarm had begun, long before the sunlight had graced the sky. You were quiet as you slipped out of bed, your fingers softly brushing the hair from your fiancé's face, a small smile pulling at your lips. He shifted a little, but remained soundly asleep. Your feet softly padded across the smooth cold floor as you headed towards the living room.
The sight of a beautiful white gown hanging from the closet door caught your attention and you paused. You reached a hand out, softly tracing the lace and pearls that decorated the silk material. Today was the day, the day everything changed.
The day you married the devil.
"I do hope you're not getting cold feet darling, I'd be terribly embarrassed to be left at the altar."
The sound of your future husband's voice pulled you from your trance and you turned to face him, a small smile graving your lips.
"You're not supposed to be awake yet." You chided him softly.
He chuckled a bit, slipping out of bed to stand behind you. You leaned into his touch when he embraced you from behind, resting his chin on top of your head.
"I never did sleep well without you by my side." He murmured.
You placed your hands over where his wrapped around your waist. For a silent moment the two of you stood there, staring at the dress before you. The shaky breath Lucifer took in broke the silence and his words made your heart skip a beat.
"This is it isn't it? The day you become mine forever. My Queen. My darling wife."
Your voice shook just a little as you spoke, the fluttering of the butterflies in your stomach spread goosebumps across your skin.
"Yeah, it is..."
Lucifer kissed your cheek as he released you from his hold.
"Mustn't dawdle darling, we've got a very busy day ahead of us."
You watched him disappear into the closet, and you looked back at your dress, fingers ghosting over the material one last time.
"Right... so much to do..."
You straightened your back, taking a small breath to steady yourself. With a small nod to yourself you walked out of the room, ready for whatever this day had in store for you.
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Your morning seemed to drag on, and the longer it did the more your nerves grew, the more you wrung your hands, the more you resisted the urge to bite your nails that Lucifer had spent a fortune on.
Despite you insisting it wasn't necessary, but he'd insisted.
'Anything for my bride to be.'
You smiled a little at the memory and bit your lip a little, careful not to smudge the makeup Linda had spent a careful amount of time doing for you. A hand rested on knee and you turned your head to look at Chloe.
"Are you okay? You're bouncing your leg a lot."
You gave her a smile, one riddled with unspoken anxiety, underlined with excitement. She smiled back, fixing a stray curl in your hair Ella and Maze had spent so long on.
"I'm just nervous."
"That's normal, I remember when I was marrying Dan, I was a bundle of nerves and stress, you're handling it a lot better than I am." Chloe laughed.
Her laugh put you more at ease, and you found yourself laughing a long with her.
"I tend to internalize things." You shrugged.
Ella chimed in as well, and you were thankful for your four bridesmaids distraction.
The ceremony drew nearer and people began to arrive at Lux; you insisted the wedding be there, it was first place Lucifer had ever truly called home and he was so happy when you told him you wanted to be married there.
But now you didn't want to leave the safety of the penthouse. You wanted nothing more than to walk down that aisle, marry the man you knew would give you the world if he could. However, the anxiety of it all was beginning to catch up to you and you found yourself unable to leave the bathroom you'd locked yourself in. Try as they might your bridesmaids could do nothing to convince you out.
Linda volunteered to be the one to tell the groom of your unfortunate situation and Lucifer didn't look the least bit concerned. He simply looked out of the crowd of people, people you barely knew but had invited out of polite obligation. Your own family had refused to come, they'd never cared much for the devil.
"I've just got the most splendid idea, you grab Daniel and Amenadiel, and meet me upstairs." Lucifer smiled cryptically.
Linda watched him walk away, standing there confused for a moment.
"Okay?"
She went off to find the groomsmen. Dan had only been asked to be one because Lucifer knew you two were on good terms and friends, much to his disdain. Linda did as he asked, gathering everyone up, ushering them to the elevator as discreetly as she could. The crowd didn't seem to notice anything amiss.
When they stepped from the elevator they were surprised to see Lucifer and Maze moving furniture while Chloe and Ella decorated the penthouse with extra decorations left over.
"What are you doing?" Dan was the first to ask.
"Why we're having a wedding Daniel! Don't just stand there, lend a hand!"
Dan shrugged before moving to help Amenadiel place the rug.
"Doctor be a dear and fetch my bride would you?" Lucifer hummed a little.
Linda stood there a moment, still trying to process everything.
"What about all the guests downstairs?"
"They've got the reception to enjoy, they'll be just fine, although this isn't really about them now it is?"
That was good enough for her and she walked to the bathroom, knocking lightly.
"Y/N, can you come out for a minute."
It was silent for a moment before there was a soft click of the lock. The door opened and Linda smiled.
"Come on, we have a surprise for you."
You could hardly believe your eyes, the penthouse although nothing extraordinary was decorated beautifully, and filled with the only people you truly cared where there. A small laugh escaped and you blinked back tears. Dan offered you his arm, as Linda took her place with the other bridesmaids. Dan led you closer to where Lucifer stood, more handsome than ever in his tux, Amenadiel standing ready to marry the two of you.
Lucifer watched you draw closer, and although he'd seen you in your dress before the sight of you now made his heart stop and he stood up straighter, his eyes refusing to look away from you for even a second, wanting to etch this moment into his memory forever. Amenadiel placed his hand on Lucifer's shoulder, smiling at his brother.
"Luci, you're crying."
Lucifer cleared his throat, fixing his sleeves. He sputtered a moment, like he was trying to deny it but his expression softened and he found he didn't much care for the tears blurring his vision.
"Well of course I am brother! Just look at her... have you ever seen anyone more beautiful..."
Amenadiel smiled folding his hands in front of him in as Lucifer took your hands in his. Dan took his place beside Lucifer and the devil smiled at you.
"I'm sorry about putting you through all this trouble." You spoke softly.
He squeezed your hands a bit, his smile reassuringly.
"Darling it hardly matters where I marry you, just that I have you forever."
You smiled and Amenadiel cleared his throat.
"Can I continue?"
Lucifer huffed, waving his brother off dismissively.
"Yes of course, let's hurry this along, I'm eager to begin my honeymoon."
You and the others laughed joyfully relieving the anxiety you'd been feeling. This was Lucifer, your best friend, the man or rather devil, you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. You had no reason to worry, and with that thought in mind, a warm content feeling settled over you.
As Amenadiel went through the ceremony Lucifer held your hands a little tighter, his eyes never leaving yours.
When Amenadiel finally announced you as husband and wife Lucifer had almost impatiently pulled you into that fateful kiss. Your small group of friends cheered and you had smiled so wide as Lucifer dipped you.
The moment hadn't been what either of you had originally planned, but it had been perfect nonetheless. And you knew you wouldn't change a thing.
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The other guests had been understanding and were more than happy to simply enjoy the reception with the new Mr. and Mrs. Morningstar. So you drank, and you laughed and you danced, and when you danced that slow dance with your husband you couldn't help the tears that escaped, prompting your new husband's worry.
"I'm crying because I'm happy Lucifer." You assured him.
He swayed with you in his arms, and you cupped his face in your hands.
"I married the man I love, surrounded only by the people who mean the most to me. Today was perfect and I wouldn't change a thing."
Lucifer smiled, giving you a soft kiss, before you rested your head on his shoulder as the two of you swayed to the soft melody of the song playing.
"And I will love you forever, my beautiful wife."
You smiled as he held you tighter, joyful tears filling both of your eyes, and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
You'd done it.
You said your vows.
You said I do.
And you had kissed that devil with everything you had, and you'd never been happier, knowing you'd spend the rest of time with the man who loved you the most by your side.
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Congrats on the 100! 🎉
How about a 500 word ficlet, Tracey/Kelly, fake dating “I’m easy. Buy me a nice ring and I’ll lie to your parents.”?
thank you, friend!! this was SO fun to write, I loved it, though I may have taken a couple liberties with the prompt... 500 words of tracey/kelly fluff for you! (posted on ao3, titled: a trick, a ring, disbelief, and a kiss) (here is the link to guidelines for this little celebration!)
One thing Tracey doesn't always like about being bureau chief, lo these many years into the job, is wrangling the baby ADAs. Not their work: really, she is continually surprised by how they seem to come out of law school and clerkships smarter every year, and she actually owes a key break in the case she's writing her opening for to Henry. It's their behavior that bothers her sometimes, when there's important things to be done. The bickering, the need to out-smart one another-- they're good skills to have. God knows how many times Tracey's fine-tuned her arguments by antagonistically bouncing them off of another lawyer. Still, it would be easier to focus if there weren't voices from down the hall growing faster and louder by the minute.
"Cameron, will you shut up?" is the first exclamation she hears clearly, in Georgia's voice. She sounds like she's joking. Kelly, sitting across from her, having escaped her own bureau and juniors for the evening, exhales an amused laugh. Tracey clicks her tongue, knowing how pointless it would be to intervene. She loves the days when one of them is able to join the other before they leave. Of course, she also loves going home to her wife, and she loves being home when Kelly gets there. She loves everything about her.
"You know," Kelly says, resting her pen against the top of her book, smirking towards Tracey, "Mine don't act like that."
Tracey scoffs, underlining a quote she wants to use. "I'm sure they do, when you're not around. They're scared of you."
"Right, because I have a reputation for being a hard-ass."
"They're scared to disappoint you. At least mine know the worst they can do is make me angry."
"Uh-huh."
Another burst of sound comes from down the hall, unmistakably laughter. Cameron's voice carries loudest: "Gigi, all I'm saying is, I’m easy. Buy me a nice ring and I’ll lie to your parents!"
Kelly grins and laughs. It always makes Tracey's pulse flutter. "Sounds like they're getting off-task in there, Kibre."
Tracey smiles, wide and delighted. "I'll let them have their fun."
"Softie," Kelly says. Tracey bites her tongue and shrugs, and they both pick up their pens again.
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"I hate you," Georgia says to Cameron, far ahead enough not to notice their boss.
"Come on,"
"I'm not buying you a ring,"
"But I can be your fake fiancé?"
"Only because my mother will freak out."
"Deal." Their voices grow quieter, and their steps further away.
"How long, do you think, until they're really together?" Kelly says.
"Two months, tops," Tracey replies in a whisper, squeezing her hand.
"People never believe me, you know, when I tell them how sweet you are."
"Only for you, my love," Tracey says, opening the final doors, the chilly air hits their faces. A leaf falls immediately into Kelly's blonde waves as soon as they step outside. Tracey picks it out with gentle hands, and kisses her, quickly, so familiar. "Always for you."
#emi's 100 followers celebration#would i have queue in my dreams tonite#tracey kibre#kelly gaffney#sficx#disaster-and-disgrace#tracey/kelly#law & order#law & order: trial by jury#THANK YOU to everyone who has submitted and a very special thank you to everyone who has sent in t/k things y'all know the way to my heart#also if anybody cares... i am actually writing exactly 100 or 500 words for all of these. which is a fun lil challenge#if you don't specify which you want i'll pick!#wlw#wlw fanfiction#i am to be clear not the best at sticking close to prompts i tend to ~interpret~ but i think this one came out good :))
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Nightcap
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x OFC
Warnings: smut, alcohol, oral (female + male receiving)
Words: 6497
Summary:
When Anna was on her way to Philadelphia for work, she met Sebastian on the plane. As her plane had to make an unplanned landing half way across the country, she found out that Sebastian and her would stay at the same hotel for the night. She couldn't even imagine what a night was ahead of her...
a/n: I wrote this story way back in 2016 for the release of Civil War and I thought since Falcon and the Winter Soldier will come out next week, I’ll bring it back for some Sebastian-related fun. Hope you like it!
Anna kept looking between the two toilets in the airplane she was on. One in the back and one right before the curtain to the business class. About five people each were waiting. She held it back for a while now and she was starting to reach her limit. So she just got up, walked towards the curtain and slipped through it to find the blonde stewardess that brought her the drinks that put her in this position.
“Excuse me, hi. I’m terribly sorry to ask you this and I know, normally we from coach are not allowed up there, but I REALLY need to go to the toilet for a while now and it seems there is not much progress at any of the ones back there”, she spoke quickly to underline the urgency of her request. “You’re right, you’re not allowed to go through that curtain there”, the stewardess spoke with a thick southern accent, pointing to the blue velvet separating coach from business class.
Anna was ready to whine and beg and give a heartwarming speech on why she really needed to go through that curtain or else she would just go here. “But I know what female distress looks like and we ladies gotta stick together, huh?”, she whispered with a wink and for a second Anna didn’t know what she was talking about. “I have mine right now too”, she winked again and patted her lower belly. “Oh, yeah, so tough”, Anna mirrored the patting of her lower belly and nodded in conclusion. “Just go”, the stewardess nodded towards the curtain with a smile, then turned around to the wall with the many compartments to continue her work.
Anna shook her head smiling and slipped through the curtain. She was relived as she saw that no one was waiting in front of this toilet and walked up to it as quickly as it was possible in her situation. When she was about half way there, the door of the toilet opened and a man walked out. He walked straight towards her. The closer he came the taller he got and his slightly longer hair fell a bit to the side which gave him a sexy destroyed look. But Anna had other things to concentrate on right now, like not to pee until she was in the toilet cabin.
When they both came to pass each other, Anna had to move sideways just like him to be able to squeeze herself past him. “Excuse me, sorry”, she said, looking at her feet to not step on his toes. “No problem”, he said in a sort of seductive voice which made Anna look up to meet his smile and bright blue eyes with a dull stare on her face. With a shy smile she kept on walking towards the toilet. “Anytime”, she heard behind her and shook her head with a smile.
After a very satisfying visit to the toilet, Anna started her journey back to her seat and couldn’t help but to look for that guy from before. He was kind of cute and definitely handsome and she wanted to have a second look at him because now she wasn’t distracted by her bladder.
Her view wandered over the left side of the plane while she was walking towards the curtain. Just as she was about to give up, she looked in front of her and almost ran into someone. “Oh, hey, we meet again”, he smiled down to her. Seeing him up close again, she realized how tall he was and his smile was catchy. “Oh hi, yes, sorry, I almost ran into you”, she apologized. He closed the compartment box above their heads and leaned onto his seat, blocking the way for her to leave. Not that she intended to.
“So, are you going to Philadelphia too?”, he asked and held the eye contact very intensively which made her a bit uncomfortable, but in a good way. “No, I thought I’d jump off over Ohio”, Anna shrugged her shoulders, which made him laugh. “You’re funny”, he said and smiled at her which made her smile as well. “Well, I try”, she said and blushed a bit. “I’m so sorry, I haven’t asked for your name yet”, the guy said and ran his hand through his hair. “I’m Anna”, she replied. “Sebastian”, he said, shook her hand and held it for a bit longer than necessary. And again held the eye contact very intensively.
A second later a hefty hitch seized the plane and everybody, no matter if they were reading a newspaper or sleeping, looked up and looked a bit irritated. The next moment the seatbelt-sign turned on and an announcement told us to return to our seats and fasten our seatbelts. “I guess, I should return to my seat now. It was nice to meet you Sebastian”, Anna said, smiled at him and squeezed herself past his body again since he barely moved. With a quick look over her shoulder before she walked through the velvet curtain, she saw that he still looked at her with a cheeky smile and winked when he caught her look.
Anna returned to her seat and after a few moments she realized she was still smiling. That Sebastian seemed to have made quite an impression on her. She got ripped out of her daydreaming when the plane shook again. Another announcement of the pilot told her and the other passengers that this plane had some malfunctions and for safety reasons they had to make an unsuspected emergency landing in Illinois. A collective murmur occurred in the whole cabin. After a quick look at her phone, Anna saw that it was already well past 9 pm. She hoped that the airport was already preparing another plane to continue her travels to Philadelphia.
Of course there was no new plane. They had to wait until tomorrow to continue their travels to Philadelphia, but as an apology the airline offered hotel rooms to passengers for the night. While she was waiting in line at the information desk, she saw Sebastian walking towards the exit, accompanied by an airport employee. It looked like he had his arrangements settled already. A typical business class privilege.
It took Anna forever to get to the front of the line and a voucher to the hotel she would stay at and to top it off, a vacant cab to bring her to that hotel. At least the check in at the hotel went smoothly and she asked for a wake-up call for 6 am just in case to not miss her flight. A few minutes later she waited in front of the elevators to go up to the 5th floor where her room for the night would be.
When the elevator arrived, she stepped in and pushed the button. Just before the doors could close, she heard someone shouting, “Hold the doors”. She quickly pushed the button for the doors to open again just at the moment someone put his hand in-between the doors.
The next second the doors slid open and Anna looked at the guy from the plane. “Sebastian?”, she asked in disbelief. “Anna”, he seemed happy to see her. “What a coincidence”, Anna smiled and stepped aside as Sebastian entered the elevator. “What floor?”, she asked and her fingers hovered over the buttons. “5th”, Sebastian said and smiled when he saw that this certain button was already lit up. “What are the odds?”, he asked with a devilish grin and Anna felt the need to look down at her feet because she couldn’t handle his eyes on her.
They silently stood next to each other while the elevator moved upwards. Anna felt Sebastian’s stare on her, scanning her body up and down while she pretended to read the information from the hotel that was hung up on the elevator wall.
When the doors opened with a DING, Anna grabbed the handle of her suitcase and walked out. After a quick look at the sign, she knew her room was to the right. With a look over her shoulder she saw that Sebastian was walking a few steps behind her. 504, 505 and…506, there was her room. She put the keycard into the slot and listened for the click that told her that her door was open. “506, good to know”, Sebastian said as he slowly strolled past her. “510”, he said while holding up his keycard and nodded down the corridor. “Just so you know”, he said and slightly bit down on his lip. Anna intuitively licked her lips. “I’m good, thanks”, she shook her head laughing and walked in. Just before she closed the door, she stuck her head out and said, “Goodnight, Sebastian”.
Sebastian, who was walking towards his room, turned around again and smiled. “Goodnight, Anna”, he said with a wink.
When Anna was finished with brushing her teeth, she put her long brown hair up in a messy bun, turned off the light and went to the bed. The only light came from the bedside lamp and the screen of her laptop. She wanted to quickly check her e-mails and maybe watch a few youtube videos before going to sleep since it was already somewhere around midnight and the replaced plane would take off at 8 am tomorrow.
As she scrolled through her mails, she suddenly heard a knock on the door. Anna furrowed her brows at who this could be at this hour. She closed her laptop and got up, walked up to the door and opened it just a little bit to see since she was practically half naked. “Oh, hi Sebastian”, she said surprised and opened the door a bit more. She watched his eyes immediately drop to her low neckline. If he noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra beneath her shirt?
“I wanted to ask you if you want to go down to the bar for a little nightcap”, he said and scanned her from top to bottom, taking his time at the chest region, “but you seem to be a little ahead of me”, he continued and chuckled lightly while biting down on his lower lip. Anna looked down at her body and blushed. “What? No, I wasn’t…I mean…”, she stuttered and blushed. He laughed even more when he saw how rattled she looked.
“I was about to go to bed and…”, she tried to explain her outfit but got interrupted by him. “Whoa, slow down. Talking about going to bed, you’re really wasting no time. I at least wanted to buy you a drink first, but alright…”, he acted shocked with his hand held out in front of his body, palms out, shrugged his shoulders and jokingly attempted to go into her room. Anna was so surprised and shocked by his allegations that she would have let him pass but he stopped on his own.
“Wow, you’re really cocky”, Anna chuckled, trying to overplay her bafflement. “You kinda earned yourself a drink but I’m not dressed for the bar downstairs”, she said and pointed at her outfit. “I heard the mini-bars are stacked well in this place”, he said and leaned against the doorframe, now very close to Anna. She swallowed hard and looked up into his ocean-blue eyes.
“I don’t think the airline will pay for my mini-bar bill”, she said and her mouth was dry. She could actually use a drink right now. “They should after what they’ve put us through today but don’t worry, it’s my treat”, he offered with a smug smile on his face. Well, there wasn’t much left to do for Anna than to step aside and open the door completely for Sebastian. He walked in and she closed the door behind him.
Anna thought about putting on some pants but it was so hot. And also she liked the idea of sitting in front of him in just her underwear and a shirt to tease him a bit. Normally she would never let a stranger come into her room late at night but there was something about Sebastian that made her shiver in excitement when he looked at her.
“Have a seat”, she said as she walked past him and pointed towards the bed since it was the only surface to sit on besides the table in the corner. The airline didn’t go out of line to get her a big room. He had a devilish grin on his face when he sat down and watched Anna as she walked over to the cupboard beneath the TV where the mini-bar was placed. She bent down and looked at the drinks the little fridge offered her.
“Okay, what do you want? We have Jack Daniels, Corona, Captain Morgan, Vodka…”, she read the labels of the mini-bottles, but Sebastian was distracted by her ass sticking up in the air. “I’ll take the Daniels”, he said with a few seconds delay. She grabbed the Jack Daniels bottle and the Captain Morgan for herself and two glasses from the shelf next to the fridge. “I don’t have ice but it should be alright”, she said as she poured the liquids into the glasses.
“There you go”, she said and handed him his drink. They clinked glasses and then took a sip. Instead of taking a seat next to him, she walked over to the little table and leaned against the edge. She took a big sip of her drink and lightly coughed as it burned down her throat. Sebastian looked a bit confused but didn’t say anything. He felt how tensed up she was and wanted to give her some time.
Anna needed that little space between them to first of all drink up some courage, but second of all think this through. As much as he excited her, this situation was so far from everything she had ever done before. It scared her to be alone with him in her room, but also not. She knew what would happen and she really wanted it, but something held her back. Anna knew she was definitely overthinking this. Also she didn’t know what to do right now. Should she start a conversation? If so, about what? Or should she just jump him?
While all those thoughts ran through her head she gazed in abstraction, her drink in her hand hovering right before her mouth, ready to take another sip. She looked up as she heard the bed squeak and saw Sebastian coming towards her. He took a sip of his drink and slowly walked until he stood right in front and very close to her. Her eyes were fixed on his face, her lips dry. She intuitively licked them and Sebastian’s eyes dropped down to her lips for just a second. With a light smirk, almost not noticeable, he put down his drink first, then took Anna’s drink and placed it next to his on the table.
Anna’s heart raced and she feared that he could hear it. She watched him as his hands went up to her hair to open them up and remove the hair tie, causing her long hair to fall down onto her shoulders and on her back. His hand moved down from her hair over the sides of her face, his thumbs lightly caressing her cheeks down to her jaw line. Anna shivered and closed her eyes for a second to take in his touch. “So beautiful”, he mumbled and she watched his eyes wander over her face.
His hand moved further down over her arms to her hips where her shirt ended. Although she was still staring at his gorgeous face, she felt his hands grip the hem of her shirt and she swallowed hard. Sebastian started to pull up the shirt slowly and watched as more and more skin of her body was revealed. She instinctively put her hands up and he pulled it over her head, then dropping it on the floor. Strands of his hair had fallen to the side and gave him a sexy, dirty look.
Now she stood in front of him in just her panties, he was still completely dressed. His right hand tucked a strand of her soft hair behind her ear and then rested on her neck, his thumb softly caressing her cheek. She opened her mouth slightly in anticipation and Sebastian took it as an invite to pull her close to his face. Anna felt his breath on her skin, smelt his cologne and shivered in excitement. She closed her eyes and felt his lips softly brushing against hers. He tried to compose himself, but the taste of her lips made him want more. He intensified the kiss and with his hand on her neck pulled her even closer. She opened her mouth just enough so his tongue could slide in and make her moan into his mouth. Anna entangled her fingers into his hair that she wanted to touch and pull since she first saw it.
Sebastian sucked in her lower lip and lightly bit it which made her pull on his hair a bit stronger. He sure seemed to like this little taste of pain as he pressed her against the edge of the table with his pelvis and Anna held onto him with her other hand around his neck. He put his hands under her ass and lifted her up on the table, but gave them a good squeeze before putting her down. She immediately opened her legs and pulled him even closer. Anna let her tongue dance with his while moving her hands down to the hem of his shirt. She finally wanted to see what he looked like beneath his clothes since she was already showing everything. Judging from his strong and defined arms, she was in for a treat. She pulled his shirt up and he helped a bit at the end since he was way taller than her. And he did not disappoint.
Sebastian immediately closed the gap between them to kiss her again while her hands reached for the waistband of his jeans. He ran his fingers through her hair and grabbed a fistful when she had just snapped open the top-button to pull her head back so he had access to her neck. He kissed and licked a trail down to her collarbone. Anna wrapped her legs around his waist to stabilize her as she leaned back onto her arms to give him even more access. He leaned down to continue his journey down her body and cupped her big, soft breasts with his hands. Sebastian pinched her nipples with his fingers then sucked on them. “Oh god, Sebastian!”, Anna burst out and gripped the edge of the table.
Sebastian stood up straight again to pull down his pants together with his underwear and stepped out of his shoes when he put his clothes off completely. Anna heard the package of a condom rip and her head shot up.
“You came prepared?”, she asked with a raised eyebrow. “I came hopeful”, he countered with a smirk as he put it on. She knew that it was about to happen and she couldn’t wait to feel him inside her. He bent down and licked the skin of her neck up to her ear. “And in a few minutes, you will come…begging”, he whispered into her ear and with those words he pulled her drenched panties to the side and slowly thrusted into her. Anna gasped and dropped her head back as he completely filled her out. He gave her a second to adjust before he almost completely pulled back out again. Before Anna could grunt in frustration, he pushed back in, a bit harder and faster this time and held her by her hips as he continued to thrust in and out.
Anna lay back down onto the table and gripped the edge of the table to hold on as he moved even faster, pushing deep down into her throbbing pussy. “Oh my god!”, she gasped out. One of his hands moved up to her breast and squeezed it with a tight grip. She felt the warm, familiar feeling in her stomach building up very quickly.
She wrapped her legs around his waist again and with her heels she pressed onto his butt and him even deeper inside her. With his next thrust, he made her walls clench around his hard, throbbing cock and her back arched up as her toes curled. Her orgasm washed over her and her eyes rolled back into her head. Anna didn’t even notice how his movements changed to erratic, uncontrolled thrusts and with a deep grunt and his fingernails ducked into the skin of her hips, he came as well.
Both of them were breathing heavily and it took Anna a few moments to being able to open her eyes. Sebastian’s upper body was bent forward and he supported himself on the table with his hands on either side of her naked, sweaty body.
“Sorry for that quick round. Normally I take my time with a beautiful woman like you, but you are too hot to contain myself”, he said, still out of breath and his face blushed. It was hard to see with the dimmed light from the bedside lamp but Anna felt the same. “No problem, I needed that too, thank you”, she said with a tired voice and lightly padded his arm next to her.
“Oh, we’re not done”, he said with a smirk and stood back up again. He took off the condom, tied it off and threw it in the trash can under the table. “We’re not?”, Anna asked surprised and lifted her head. He took a sip from his drink that was still on the table. Sebastian then slid his arms under her back and lifted her off the table. He carried her over to the bed and laid her right above the edge. He quickly grabbed her laptop and put it on the ground, then kneeled in front of her.
“This was just round one…to release some tension”, he said and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her panties. “Round two is where the fun starts”, he said while slowly pulling down her panties over her legs and threw it somewhere next to her shirt. “And how many rounds are there?”, she asked breathlessly with a shaky voice because she was still coming down from her orgasm and his words aroused her again.
He kissed his way from her stomach up over her breast to her neck and over her chin to her soft pink lips. “Until you beg me to stop”, he mumbled at her lips and slid his tongue across them before he pressed his lips onto hers. Startled by his words, it took her a second to respond to his kiss. She bit his lower lip and sucked it into her mouth which made him moan. Anna realized how much she liked it to hear him moan because of her. And how much she liked the way his hair felt between her fingers as she ran them through to keep him close to her.
Sebastian removed Anna’s hand from his hair and kissed, licked and bit his way down to her thighs. His 3-day-scruff scratched the soft skin of her inner thighs and made her tremble. He moved in big circles around her center. “Tell me what you want me to do”, he suddenly said and Anna swallowed hard to be able to speak. “I…I want you to…ahhh”, she got interrupted by Sebastian blowing on her pussy that was still so wet from her orgasm before. “Oh you fucker”, she mumbled and closed her eyes for a moment. She bucked her hips towards him, hoping he would get the hint. Instead he pressed her into the mattress with his strong hands on her hips. “You need to tell me”, his voice sounded like he was holding back a chuckle.
Anna sighed and licked her lips. “I want you to lick and fuck me with your tongue”, she finally said and not a second later she felt how Sebastian licked her lower lips from bottom to top, cleaning up her pussy from her juices. “Oh fucking god!”, she screamed out and arched her back. He let his tongue run between her folds and circled her clit. Anna got a good grip in the sheets and pulled herself a bit down towards Sebastian and his amazing mouth.
He pushed her legs further apart and opened her up even more. He started to suck on her clit which made her eyes roll back into her head and she bit down on her lower lip so hard, it actually hurt. Before she could even start to handle this situation, Sebastian added two fingers that started to move in and out of her soaking pussy, curled just the right way to hit her spot so hard that the warm feeling didn’t even have time to build up. Her orgasm just rushed over her so fast and hard that her scream got stuck in her throat and all she could get out was like a compressed, guttural sound from deep down her throat. Her legs were shaking so hard that Sebastian had to keep them from slipping over the edge of the bed.
Anna breathed so hard that she thought she would hyperventilate. Her vision was blurry and she almost didn’t see Sebastian as he crawled up on the bed to her face to place little kisses all over it, his lips still wet from her orgasm. “That was…”, she breathed out, but wasn’t able to speak. “I know”, he just said between his kisses. “It really was…”, she tried again. “I know”, he said again, very confident about his skills. And he had every right to.
“I never came this hard two times in a row”, she finally got out and put a hand on her stomach to control her breathing. “Well, that’s how I work”, he smirked before giving her a passionate kiss and she could taste herself on his tongue.
“Okay, but now it’s my turn to show you how I work”, she said and moved surprisingly fast as she spun around pinning Sebastian down to the mattress. He looked a bit surprised at how quickly she moved after how she was weeping just a moment before. But that surprised smile quickly turned into faster breathing as she made her way down to his semi hard cock, just waiting for her to take good care of it.
She wrapped her hand around his shaft and licked him from base to top, running little circles at his tip with her tongue. Sebastian let his head drop back and closed his eyes to intensify the feeling of her wet, hot tongue working up and down his cock. It didn’t take him long to become fully hard and grow bigger in her hands.
Anna licked her lips and slowly lowered her head, taking more and more of his cock into her mouth. Sebastian couldn’t help but watch how inch after inch disappeared in her hot, slick mouth, taking almost all of his cock inside her before she gagged on it. She pulled him back out and moved her hand up and down, using her spit and spreading it all across. With her other hand she started working his balls, making him moan and tense up his abs as he bucked up. Anna licked her lips again at the sight of his rock hard, throbbing cock in her hand.
She took him in her mouth again while she still jerked him off with her hand and started to move her head up and down. Just as she wanted to come back up again, she felt his hands in her hair, pushing her down on his cock. As a favor for making her come so hard before, she relaxed her jaw even more and let him slide deeper inside her mouth down her throat. She concentrated so hard on not gagging on him again that she started humming instinctively which made him moan loudly and grunt at the same time as he shot his hot cum down her throat, leaving her no choice but to swallow.
Anna moved her head back up and had to cough because of the hot liquid going down her throat. “Oh my fucking god”, he said with big eyes and breathed heavily, his muscular chest heaving fast. Anna wasn’t able to talk yet. “Sorry about that, I couldn’t handle myself right there”, he apologized and sounded sincere. Anna waved it off. “Don’t worry, I’m good”, she said and cleared her throat. “You’re more than good”, he said and he pulled her up to him to kiss her. “Thank god, I feared I would be rusty. I haven’t done that in a while”, she said, honestly relieved. “Oh, you’re far from rusty”, he secured.
“You didn’t beg me to stop yet, so…”, he said after a few moments of silence where they just lay next to each other and tried to breath normally. “Are you serious?”, she asked a bit shocked. “Well, I promised you something and I’m known to keep my word”, he said and turned his head to face her.
While she still looked at him in disbelief, he moved over and the next moment he was above her. He looked down on her beautiful flushed face, her lips red and swollen from all the kissing and biting. Her long brown hair were fanned out around her head. “So beautiful”, he whispered, almost more to himself. “You’re not too bad yourself”, she smiled and pushed aside strands of his hair from his sticky forehead.
Sebastian lowered his head and hovered with his mouth over hears for just a second before he softly pressed them on her lips. Slowly at first, he soon started to deepen the kiss, letting his tongue glide along her lower lip before he let it slide inside her mouth. Anna ran her fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp which gave him goose-bumps all over his body. While he supported himself on his left arm next to her head, his right hand moved down to her breasts, kneading them with a tight grip. His lips soon followed his hand, licking and sucking her nipples. This tongue worked its way down over her stomach and when Anna thought he would lick her again, he got up from the bed. With an irritated expression on her face, she looked up to see where he was going.
Sebastian picked up his jeans from the floor and pulled out another condom from his pocket. “I’m not saying anything right now”, Anna said sarcastically. She got up and crawled to the edge of the bed where she waited for him on her knees. She reached out to take the condom out of his hands and rip the package open with her teeth. Sebastian watched her with a devilish smirk on his lips and stood in front of her, his pelvis slightly bend forward. Anna placed the condom on his tip and while she rolled it down, she maintained the eye contact with him. He licked his lips and she did as well.
When he wanted to crawl over her, pinning her down to the mattress, she pushed him to the side so he landed on his back. Anna straddled his waist and bent forward to kiss him, let her tongue play with his for just a moment. She then sat back up, reached behind her to grab his cock and hold it still while she slowly slid down on it. Anna watched Sebastian’s eyes grew a bit bigger and a held back moan escaped his mouth. For a second she closed her eyes to fully take in the feeling of him stretching her out. Then she slowly started to move her hips back and forth, up and down. She supported herself on his stomach and the feeling of his flexed abs beneath her fingers wildly turned her on.
As Sebastian reached out to touch her breasts, she took his arms and pinned them above his head. She knew that he was way stronger than her and that his arms stayed where they are now was more his choice than hers.
Because of Anna being bent over that far, her breasts dangled right above Sebastian’s face and he took the opportunity to suck on her nipples again, which made her moan out loud. “Oh god…yes”, she hissed and sucked in her lower lip. He freed his hands and put them on her ass, spreading her open a bit wider so he could start pounding into her pussy. With her hands next to each side of his face, she stopped moving and let him thrust up, burying her face in the crook of his neck, deafening her loud moans.
Sebastian pounded hard and fast into her and slapped her ass. “Fuck!”, she called out and raised her head again. Actually she wanted to be the one in control, but he just took over. In an attempt to get it back, she pushed herself up on his chest and sat back up which caused him to stop moving and she immediately took over again. She moved her hips up and down on his big cock, grabbing his hands for support and leaned back a bit to pull herself back down onto his cock in a different angle.
She maybe wasn’t able to look at his face right now, but the grunts she heard from him sure seemed like he very much liked it. Anna got pulled back up and met with him in a sitting position. She immediately supported herself on his shoulders as she grinded her hips onto him in a fast motion. Sebastian buried his face between her breasts which made her smirk. She really liked it that he seemed to love her boobs that much.
Her smile got wiped away pretty quickly as he bit one of her nipples again. In return, she dug her fingernails into the skin of his shoulders which made him hiss at her skin. He pulled her head back at her hair and licked her neck. “Make me come, Sebastian. Make my legs shake like before”, she moaned and held on to his neck.
Instead of saying something, he flipped her over to her back without even pulling out or breaking the rhythm. Now it was his turn to pin her hands over her head and pull her right leg up on his shoulder. He pounded into her with fast and hard movements of his pelvis which forced her to close her eyes because she couldn’t take it. To say she had a warm feeling in her stomach would have been an understatement. It was a hot, burning desire to find release while having Sebastian between her thighs.
“Open your eyes, I want to watch you as you come”, he demanded and Anna actually had trouble to open them. She fixed her eyes on his and her hands tightly gripped the sheets. “Don’t you…dare…close them…again”, he grunted with every thrust of his hips and stared at her face. She felt his movements becoming uncontrolled and the idea of being able to watch him when he came in return was enough to push her over the edge. Her walls clenched around his cock and with a deep grunt he came as well, leaning his forehead on her shoulder. To not scream out loud, she bit down on his shoulder which caused him to inhale with a loud hissing noise.
He let go of her hands and she immediately wrapped them around him to hold him close to her while she rode out her orgasm with swaying hips and shaking legs. Sebastian rolled off her and both of them were laying next to each other, heavily breathing and not able to talk.
He sat up a bit to take off the condom, binding it off and threw it in the direction of the trash can.
“That’s all the condoms I’ve got”, he said and let himself fall back on the mattress again. “I can’t believe…I’m actually saying it…but …thank god!”, Anna said, equally out of breath. She slightly moved her hips and already felt how sore she was. That would be a fun day at work tomorrow where she probably had to walk around the venue all day long. But right now, she just couldn’t get herself to care.
“So…”, she said after a while. “So…”, he also said, both of them still looking up at the ceiling. “I don’t know how this works, but…do you stay or…”, she slowly made her way into a conversation she didn’t know how to handle. “I would love to stay, believe me. But I need to catch some sleep before the flight tomorrow and I wouldn’t get much sleep with your naked self so close to me”, he said and kissed her. He then got up and walked over to his clothes.
She looked over to catch the time on the radio next to the bed to see it was a few minutes after 2 am. Wow! They’ve fucked for over two hours? How is that even possible?
Anna kind of wanted him to stay but she needed sleep as well and the sight of Sebastian’s naked ass as he bent down to grab his jeans was enough proof that he was right. If he would stay here, they wouldn’t get much sleep. So she just watched him getting dressed and how he picked up the used condom from the floor he had thrown over there a few minutes before. “I knew you missed”, she said with a grin. He just looked at her with a dirty smile as he threw it away.
Sebastian grabbed the glass of Jack Daniels off the table and emptied it in one sip before putting it back down. “Thank you for a very lovely evening”, he said and walked over to the bed where Anna had pulled up the sheet to cover her naked self. “You sure made that layover more than worth it. Hopefully I see you at the airport tomorrow”, he said and bent down to kiss her. She tasted the Jack Daniels on his tongue. “Yes, I’ll be the woman who won’t be able to walk properly”, she said with a devilish grin. “Then I did my job right”, he replied with a wink and a dirty smirk, kissed her again and then walked out of her hotel room.
Anna reached over to the lamp to switch it off and then rolled over to the middle of the bed. Everything smelled like sex and Sebastian. With a smile on her face, she drifted off to her well needed sleep.
a/n: There is a continuation of this storyline called The universe can be a bitch, which is 2 parts. I will be posting them next week. If anyone would like to be tagged, just comment belowe, hit up my ask box or use my chat =)
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What are some of your favorite books and fanfics?
Favorite books! Oh my, here we go………
Frankenstein is my all time #1 favorite book of all time all time. If I could only read one book for the rest of my life it would be Frankenstein. If I was on a desert island and could bring only one book, it would be Frankenstein. I have at least 7 different copies of Frankenstein, and probably as many different biographies on Mary Shelley’s life and influence. I have a tattoo of the word in Mary Shelley’s handwriting and her signature on my rib cage next to my heart. I can never ever recommend reading Frankenstein enough- specifically the original 1818 text, which is what I’ve linked here. Mary Shelley is my favorite author and her influence on the world of fiction is impossible to quantify. I love her and ache for her every time I think of her. I could speak of her endlessly. I love her. Like. Emotionally, non-colloquially, love her. The Last Man and Falkner and Lodore- are hers and are all up here too.
The Day of the Triffids by John Wyndham
The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde
The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka- or almost anything by him. He doesn’t have much novel-wise, but his short stories are fantastic- In the Penal Colony and A Hunger Artist are particularly good. A Country Doctor is always amazing to read and my favorite of his.
Dracula by Bram Stoker
Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson
Anything By Shirley Jackson- The Lottery is an amazing short story read. Unparalleled. Please read it. Please read it. It’s short, I promise. Truly recommend it. She wrote The Haunting of Hill House if you saw the adaptation on Netflix.
The Turn of the Screw by Henry James is what Haunting of Bly Manor on Netflix was based on- not a gay story (tragic), but the very first piece of horror I remember reading and it did scare the pants off of me when I was younger. It’s a quick one- more a novella.
Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf, of course.
Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux is a quick little joy of a book.
Faust by Goethe and Faustus by Christopher Marlowe as companion reads- Both are plays, heads up on that.
If you’re into a true book to tackle, and an amazing one at that, Notre-Dame des Paris (Hunchback of Notre Dame) by Victor Hugo is a great example of his work without having to fucking drag your way through the miserable ones . Now it’s long, don’t get me wrong, but it isn’t Les Mis long. And in my opinion it’s a better example of his style anyway. It’s a great read for seeing how to handle viewpoints and outside characters, multiple narrators, and one-off character chapters. It’s a great book to read to explore how to write.
If you want shit to hit too close to home right now I also quite love The Plague by Albert Camus
Jurassic Park by Michael Chrichton I can always go back to as a fun read. It’s my beach book.
The Books of Blood by Clive Barker are all phenomenal short story collections and I love Clive Barker. You might recognize him for Hellraiser or Nightbreed if you’ve seen those movies- The Hellbound Heart and Cabal are the respective novels.
Anything by Octavia E Butler or Agatha Christie (some of her stuff is hitting open source! I weep.)
And then Sylvia Plath and Enda St Vincent Millay for some poetry- though I’m not super big on poetry in general, these ladies are *chef’s kiss* Plath is a surprise to no one, I’m sure.
A lot of the stuff I like is open source/public domain- and I’ve linked the ones freely available online here. If it’s underlined, you can click it to read! As a general recommendation I would cruise Project Gutenberg. It’s absolutely an amazing site.
Basically I really really enjoy science fiction and classical literature. I find the study of the human condition most enthralling in good science fiction. And some good horror as well. But not Steven King. Hate Steven King…except for Carrie which he openly admits his wife helped him write so I don’t count it.
And that list was longer than I intended…
As for fics…I don’t usually go back to fics very often, actually. I’m an intake hound for fics. I just read em and read em. New and next. Or old! I’ll go back back back and read older ones that are done one page at a time. But none specifically, usually.
You Are My Soul to Save is a banger that I do reread and it’s fucking awesome as hell. I am very jealous of the quality on that one.
This entire ass person is a freak who I love and I don’t know how they write so much.
I keep up with the ongoing ones, too. Probably like the rest of you lol. This one and this one particularly I have notifications set up for. Honestly I’m more keen to take fic recommendations than give them! So if you know any you’d recommend, let me know!
Sorry, haha, long answer is long. I just love me them books! I can talk more about any of them if you want- feel free to chat me
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