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sourcherryandsprinkles · 3 months

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Topper’s sister (one or two years younger you pick) who does Only Fans and Rafe finds out. He subscribes and watches her content (because she’s hot and off limits since she’s Topper’s little sister) in secret, then blackmails her saying he’s gonna tell Topper. One weekend, she comes to Rafe and Topper’s place to surprise Topper for his birthday, but he’s not there and rafe blackmails her into giving him a blowjob

This is the longest work I've written in a while, I hope you enjoy

p.s. There is a possibility to make a part 2 for this one. Let me know if you are interested

Warnings: 18+, smut, blackmail, oral (m receiving),

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After showering, Rafe tossed his towel into the hamper and fell on his bed. Topper was out with Cynthia — or maybe it was Vanessa —, which left him alone for the night. Rafe wasn’t complaining though, being alone was nice sometimes. Especially when he wanted to jerk off.

He could have done it in the shower, but having visual material made the release better.

Phone in hand, Rafe scrolled for something to watch. Sadly, none of the girls he was following had put up new content, so he looked for new accounts. He found a cute one, brunette with blue eyes, but she had overly huge tits and Rafe wasn’t into that — no offense to the girl. He almost went looking elsewhere when his eyes caught a familiar face.

Rafe hit the profile and the biggest smirk turned on his lips.

No fucking way.

‘’Caught your dirty little secret,’’ he said to himself, his blue eyes staring at the free photoset you had to attract subscribers. Your sheer white bra left not much to the imagination and the curve of your ass had Rafe’s cock twitching. He’s been wanting to hit it since you wore that bikini at this beach parry last summer.

Without hesitation, he subscribed and opened the first video.

You were sitting cross-legged on your dorm bed with nothing but a baby pink bodysuit, which hugged your figure perfectly. Your hard nipples were poking through the thin fabric, as if they were trying to say ‘hello’ to your viewers. You winked at the camera as your right hand slowly went down your chest, making a show of pinching your covered nipple and catching your bottom lip with your teeth as you let out a little moan.

The sound made Rafe grip his cock and start to slowly jerk it. He was weak for nice tits…and yours were very nice.

You pulled your other breast free from the fabric, your delicious nipple popping free as you asked the camera if they'd like to suck on them. Without waiting for an answer — not that you would be getting any since it was pre-recorded —, you looked down at it and dribbled spit onto yourself.

If Topper knew he was jerking off to his little sister, he would rip his head off.

And your parents? If they knew about your secret online business, they would cancel all payments to your prestigious college and bring your ass back to Kildare. Dr. Cynthia Thornton’s daughter could not be part of the world of prostitution. It would look terrible for their name.

Normally, Rafe loved to ruin people’s lives just for fun, but he was enjoying the view too much. All the photo-sets of you in delicate lingerie, the occasional topless ones, the close-ups of your fingers — and sometimes toys — in your pussy and the sweet moans that came from your mouth every time you were pleasuring yourself were part of his night routine. As perverted as it sounded.

Weeks passed, and soon Topper’s birthday was coming up. The boys planned on going out to a club and celebrating there, but the plan changed when you showed up to your brother’s apartment for a birthday surprise.

‘’Where’s Top?’’ you asked, walking in like it was your own place.

With a frown on his face, Rafe watched and closed the door behind you. ‘’At the gym with Braxton,’’ he replied. ‘’What are you doing here?’’

‘’Am I not allowed to surprise my brother for his birthday?’’

‘’We already have plans, and you’re not part of it.’’

Although Rafe had reserved a private booth, there was no way Topper would allow you to come to the club.

Brushing off his objection, you grabbed your small suitcase and scanned the apartment. ‘’Where’s the guest bedroom?’’

‘’Here,’’ Rafe said, pointing at the couch.

‘’I’m not sleeping on the couch.’’

‘’We turned the third bedroom into a gaming room. It’s the couch or the floor. You pick.’’

You raised an eyebrow, considering your options. The floor got crossed immediately — women do not sleep on floors. The couch, although soft and comfortable looking, had probably been used to have sex. It was a college boys apartment.

‘’Then, I’ll be taking your bedroom.’’

‘’Absolutely not, Princess. This is my apartment, I'm not sleeping on the couch.’’

You crossed your arms, challenging his resistance. ‘’Come on, Rafe. I’m only staying for two days. I need to be back for Sunday, I have—’’

‘’Video content to film?’’

You gave Rafe a confused look to conceal your inner panic. ‘’A paper due Monday,’’ you said.

Rafe leaned against the couch, his eyes scanning you up and down. ‘’I know about your dirty little secret,’’ he said smugly, explicit images of yourself flashing in his head. ‘’I found your Only Fans account last month. By the way, you look better in light pink than sapphire blue, it washes you out.’’

At this very moment, you wished you could disappear with a snap of your fingers. With the details he was providing, it was impossible that Rafe was bluffing. You thought your account was well hidden, that your username was well thought and would never give you away. How did he find you?

Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment, looking at Rafe with knives for eyes.

‘’You didn’t think anyone would find out, did you?’’

‘’Did you tell Topper?’’

Fear started creeping in your stomach at the thought of Topper knowing about that part of your life.

Rafe shook his head. ‘’Your secret’s safe with me…on one condition.’’

You rolled your eyes. Nothing was ever free with Rafe. He always wanted something in exchange.

The corner of his mouth curled and you shook your head immediately, easily guessing what he had in mind. ‘’Absolutely not.’’

‘’Come on. I’m keeping my mouth shut, the least you can do is open yours.’’

Your jaw dropped at his crude words. ‘’That’s blackmail!’’

Rafe shrugged, not caring that he was playing dirty. ‘’You do what you want. I’m not gonna be the one in trouble after I make a little call to Topper to tell him his little sister opens her legs for money—’’

‘’Fine,’’ you said, gritting your teeth.

Somehow, this was more embarrassing than anything you had done on camera.

Swallowing your pride, you kneeled before him, trying to ignore the cocky winning smile on Rafe’s face as you came face to face with his clothed lower region. He was already thick behind his sweatpants — you could see the outline through the gray fabric.

Taking a deep breath, you pulled his sweatpants down, uncovering his cock and balls. You gulped at the sight. He was long and thicker than average, which explained where his confidence came from — aside from his daddy’s big money.

‘’Like what you see?’’ Rafe asked, proud of his appendage.

Without breaking your annoyance, you rolled your eyes. You couldn’t let him know that you were impressed by his size. He would never let you live this one down.

You wrapped a soft palm around his shaft, letting your thumb stroke over his tip and back down until he reached full hardness. Reluctantly, you dipped your head and took the head into your mouth, swirling your tongue and tasting the pre-cum that leaked from it before going to the base of his shaft. You didn’t take everything into your mouth — yet —, but tried to fit as much as you could.

A soft groan left Rafe's mouth, feeling the pleasure of yours. His hand came to the back of your head, gripping your hair into a ponytail and encouraging you to continue your movements up and down. You sped up your pace, saliva spilling from your mouth as precum leaked into your mouth and ran down your throat, secretly starting to enjoy yourself.

You clenched your thighs together, wetness slowly pooling in your panties.

Above you, Rafe moaned, his grip tightening on your hair as you slid down as deep as you could manage. ‘’That’s it, baby. Put that mouth to good use.’’

Had your mouth not been busy, you would have told him to get fucked. Instead, you let him fuck your mouth like you were a inflatable doll from a sex shop until your jaw was starting to ache and you had to pull away.

Unsatisfied with your ungranted break, Rafe tapped his cock against your cheek, smearing pre-cum and saliva on your face. ‘’Did I tell you to stop?’’

‘’No, but—’’

‘’Then get back to business.’’ He pressed his cock against your mouth, but you didn’t let him in. ‘’Or…maybe I should call Topper and send him a link to your side business?’’

You sat on your heels, letting out a defeated sigh. ‘’My jaw hurts, okay? I can’t anymore,’’ you explained, although doubting Rafe would be compassionate. He didn't care about you, he just wanted to empty his balls. ‘’But maybe we can’t look at other options?’’ You pulled down the front of your shirt, exposing your bra to him.

Rafe's eyes darted down your chest, catching his bottom lip between his teeth knowing what was beneath your bra. ‘’I'm listening.’’

But before the negotiations could begin, you heard the apartment door opening: Topper was back. Quickly, you fixed your shirt and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand while Rafe pulled his sweatpants back up.

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dreamgrlarchive · 6 months

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A Prissy Girl’s Guide to Spring

since i won’t be active on tumblr when next spring comes around, and i’ve done 3/4 seasons, i felt it was appropriate to go ahead and finish the series! if you find yourself inspired by my aesthetic/looks, you can absolutely use this as a guide for the next primavera season! 🐇

what’s the look this spring?

my personal forecast for fashion spring ‘24 is “pink pilates bimbo” for sure. the renewal of spring is the time for a wellness reset. so i’ll be engaging in a physical activity but i’ll still be in barbie attire. pink athleisure pieces with super girly additions is my predicted aesthetic. 🎀

first and foremost…

let’s talk about what spring symbolizes: renewal, cleansing, and restarting. that makes itself apparent in the seasons colors; the darkness of winter transitions to the soft pastels of spring.

preparation

start spring cleaning and prepping for seasonal allergies. stock up on in season fruits to keep in the house. take up outside activities like biking, outdoor yoga, and jogging. buy new fragrances. prep your skin and hair for the overtime humidity.

essentials

pretty umbrella

allergy meds/quarterly check up

new water bottle/tumbler

fresh and clean candles + home fragrances

matcha and jade citrus tea

humidifier

neti pot

clothes and accessories

pink athleisure. the lululemon strawberry milkshake jacket is a must! (or a dupe if you’re on budget)

foldover yoga pants

bedazzled pieces

pastel colored pieces

cute mini bags

victoria’s secret totes

tennis skirts

sheer + lacey tops

florals for spring? groundbreaking.

glitter + sequins

satin dresses

lace up sandals

hunter boots

coach baguettes

victoria’s secret co-ords, leggings and sweaters

ballet flats

ugg slippers + fluff sandals

cute gym shoes with pink/sparkly details

lace up pieces

baby blue is a staple color for spring

ruffle trims

warm materials + revealing cuts

“pastry princess” looks inspired by sweets and dessertz

cropped baby tees

stripper heelz

diamond jewelry

body jewelry + belly chainz

sparkly hair clips and headbands

butterfly aesthetics

ribbons and bows

ostrich feathers

sparkly keychains and wristlets

bodysuits + heels combo

statement jewelry like hello kitty, fruit or desserts

beauty

pretty eye pigments (try mac, huda or iconic london)

vibrant pinks

warm bronzer

glitter gloss

translucent glosses in pink and orange

charlotte tilbury flawless filter

nars super orgasm blush

morphe 8r complexion palette

morphe nikita palette

natasha denona diamond & glow (favvv)

a bunch of clear glosses

fenty diamond bomb

fenty fussy gloss bomb

urban decay moondust shadows

cake beauty products

joseon spf 50

bright and/or floral fragrances (gucci flora gorgeous gardenia, jimmy choo illicit flower, carolina herrera good girl blush, juliette has a gun collection, yves saint laurent mon paris intensement, marc jacobs daisy fragrances)

victoria’s secret love spell + warm and cozy + la crème fragrances

sol de janeiro body mists

body shimmer (fenty beauty or bath and body works)

sweet body butters

sol de janeiro beija flor

exfoliating gloves

juicy sheet masks

cetaphil moisturizing cream

native candy shop collection

victoria’s secret tease + eau so sexy

5 blade razors and post shave oil

cute mirrors to keep in my purses

glitter nails

lavenders and pinks

protein treatments for moisture overload

#diva seasonz!#the prissy girl agenda #dream girl beauty #dream girl journey #my posts

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grimesgirll · 1 month

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there’s something about the way your bodysuit rides up that makes rick lose his better judgment - and do things like pull down your pants and drag you to the bedroom.

“rick,” you breathe.

“this is how it opens, right?” he undoes the snaps between your legs.

“yes, but what abou-,”

“no one cares about the laundry right now.”

yeah, you wouldn’t, you think as he unceremoniously hikes your gray bodysuit up. the bodysuit you thought would pair well with the cargo pants you’d been wearing until the man flipping you over had stripped you of them.

stomach to the duvet, you hear footsteps on the stairs.

fuck! it better not be carl. you’re praying whoever it is walks away or rick separates himself from you for just long enough to shut the door.

“help me take off her top.” rick instructs and swift on his feet, daryl is in front of you.

“arms.”

you oblige and extend your limbs to allow him to peel the now inside out garment off of you.

“ouch!” you yelp when you feel a sudden sting on your bottom. “what-,” you turn around to see rick with a hand poised on top of your reddening flesh and a finger working towards your cunt.

rick forces another yelp out of you when the next slap lands on your pussy. this is not how you saw your tuesday afternoon going.

you crane your head enough to lock eyes with daryl. your doe eyes are all he needs to unbuckle his pants. frowning, you bring yourself upright enough to help him.

“not even a how was your day?” you jest through parted lips.

“sorry, can’t think straight when you’re just laying like this with the door open.”

“thanks for shuttin’ it,” the older man says and daryl nods.

“well, you owe me a nap after this.” you insist, breath becoming uneven again as rick curls two fingers into you.

“you want a nap, you say?” rick questions, adding his tongue into the equation.

you arch into him. “yes-, i-,” you gasp. “fuck.”

“can’t believe you got ‘er like that already.” daryl remarks, removing himself from his underwear.

you’re sure you can feel the shape of rick’s smirk beneath you as he speeds up both his fingers and tongue. it’s perfect timing because right as your mouth is opening to exhale nice and wide, daryl takes his opportunity to slot into your mouth.

rick has been building you up just to knock you down. every time his tongue drags across your core you can’t help but clamp your thighs down around him, unable to withstand the way he puckers his lips and downright teases your sopping entrance.

three fingers and a twisting tongue is what it takes to turn teasing to total annihilation as you start to fall forward on daryl. your shuddering legs keep on until rick is bracing them open.

“fuck,” you whimper with a mouth full of cock.

above you, daryl gets a front row seat to observe as rick licks your first orgasm of the day out of you. watching your eyes roll back with his dick in your mouth has to be one of the best parts of the redneck’s day so far.

“damn, baby, you needed rick to lick you stupid, huh?”

you can only nod and bob down on daryl. he’s more than happy to guide you and enjoy all the little noises rick is maneuvering out of you with his fingers on daryl’s cock in the form of mewling vibrations.

thoroughly opened up, your legs are still shaking when you feel rick behind you. so preoccupied with daryl, rick’s girth knocking into you comes as a surprise. not for either of the men above though. daryl in particular relishes in every thrust that sends you further down his length.

four blue eyes are fixed on you throughout it all. fixated on how eagerly you swallow daryl, how wet you’ve been this entire time, and the filthy wet squelch echoing.

“you can’t be comin’ already?” daryl questions incredulously when he notices your telltale signs.

hollowing your cheeks, you just try to focus on not choking on the thick cock in your mouth. it’s hard to focus at all with the older man behind you ramming into you at top speeds. not when he’s so deep that he’s brushing your cervix. the feeling of how full you are with him inside of you is enough to have slick running down your thighs again and tears welling in your eyes.

you don’t expect the jolt - the joint sensation on your bottom and inside your molten hot core as you clench around rick, seeing spots as he spears you on top of him through it.

rick maintains a hand on your ass; occasionally, lifting the other just to rain it down on your soft rear. “love seein’ you in that bodysuit, honey,” he’s panting, rocking into you while you tighten around him. “you’re so perfect. so fuckin’ tight for me. fuck.”

you feel daryl twitch inside of you first. then it’s one rough gag that has his hands in your hair while he coats your throat.

daryl is bringing a tissue to your mouth and rick is already on fetching a towel for the mess he made between your legs.

“so, you’ll take a nap with me?” you look from rick between your legs to daryl beside you, both whom seem to be crafting a rebuttal. “nope!” you shake your head, not letting them deny you this. “never mind, no room for arguing. just room for you guys, in this bed.” you plop back and pull them with you, hand in hand.

rick usually has some huffing about patrol or duties to do but instead he’s settling onto the soft mattress next to you. daryl’s on your other side, a hand in your hand and on your thigh.

“mhm, c’mere, darlin’,” rick clutches you closer to land a kiss on your temple. as he ruffles your hair, daryl is pressed against your heartbeat with a hand skirting dangerously close to your inner thighs again.

what a perfect way to spend your tuesday afternoon.

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daceydeath · 2 months

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[8:50pm]

Pairing: Han x reader Word Count: 0.7k Genre: Smut Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, Swearing, Sexting (mentions), Oral Sex (F receiving), Unprotected Sex (just don't), Praise (use of good girl), lingerie

"Baby girl....." you heard him drawl as he walked through the front door making you bite your lower lip in anticipation. "You know what happens when you tease baby".

You stepped out of the kitchen into the hall to see him hanging up his coat and putting away his shoes his black shirt and blue jeans looking so attractive to you in that moment.

"Did you not like the photo?" you pouted hoping he would find you cute and not treat you too harshly.

"I loved the photo baby" His eyes lit up excitedly when he noticed you still just in your robe "but I think poor Changbin and Lee Know were traumatized" he chuckled darkly making a beeline for you.

"I thought you would need something to make you smile, you have had a stressful week" you explained just before his lips crashed into yours backing you against the kitchen counter and pinning you there.

"That is why you are the greatest girlfriend in the world" he smiled against your skin as his kissed down your neck to the edge of the robe which his dexterous fingers were already untying.

"Can I unwrap my present and fuck you now?" he nipped at the top of your breasts as he slid the fabric from your shoulders letting it fall haphazardly to the floor while you nodded slowly biting your lower lip in anticipation.

"Ji!" you gasped his teeth and lips now leaving marks on your skin while his fingers toyed with the lace of the bodysuit you had bought especially for him.

"That's my name baby girl, and you better yell it" he smirked his fingers sliding between your legs to tease your slit.

"Ah, Jisung, please" you moaned loudly as he continued kissing he way down your body until he was kneeling in front of you his eyes turning heated as he roughly pulled your left leg over his shoulder so he could flick his tongue over the flimsy fabric covering you.

"Such a polite baby girl" he growled against your folds his fingers hooking the fabric out of his way as he delved his tongue into you swirling it against your clit rapidly causing your head to fall back while your hands shot out behind you on to the counter to keep yourself stable and upright. You could feel him whine against your folds as your legs shook slightly his talented tongue making you see stars.

"Taste as good as you look baby girl" he groaned standing once more and unzipping his jeans "now be a good girl and turn around" he purred seductively his hooded eyes impossible to resist.

You turned around teasingly knowing the effect you were having on him only to gasp as he yanked your hips against his causing you to press your hands against the cool granite. The hand on your hip grasping tightly as he guided his length into your velvet walls, his loud moan making you even wetter as his other hand landed hard beside yours.

"Fuck baby girl your tight little cunt is going to kill me one day" he almost whined while he slowly fucked himself deeper into your core pushing you gently to bend you over completely until you were stood on your tip toes his other hand splayed across your shoulders.

"Ji, Ji, fuck" you panted already feeling his cock rubbing against your favourite spot.

"God your perfect" he moaned again as your walls clenched around him, your high washing over you faster than you expected, making you whine loudly as he continued to thrust roughly into you "going to fill this pretty pussy up baby".

"Please Ji" you sighed, still slightly dazed from how hard he had made you cum.

"Fuck, such a good girl" he groaned emptying himself inside you before ungracefully flopping down over you and grinning "You should send me pictures every day".

"Maybe I will" you teased feeling him kiss the back of your neck.

A/N: Thank you for reading and sorry I'm a little rusty xx

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notroosterbradshaw · 10 months

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thirty-nine

about: never one for birthdays, Bradley is quite content on a quiet night in for his birthday. the only gift he really wants is you but gets a little more than expected. tbe universe.

word count: ficlet-town (for me). 2.5k.

part of: The Boyfriend Experience universe

warnings: fluff. a bit o’ smut but mostly fluffy fluff. mindless fluff. and yeah. adult themes. but this blog is 18+, so this shouldn’t be a surprise.

it’s midnight here in the land of Oz and brb thots will be running rampant multiple timezones today, celebrate with your creators and fandom. send reblogs and comments x

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you... Happy birthday, sweet Bradley,” you sang quietly, approaching him with a single-lit candle chocolate cupcake as he relaxed on the couch after a delicious homemade dinner and the whiskey doing down a fucking treat. With the lights low, romance was gently hanging in the air. “Happy birthday to you,” you finished simply as he couldn’t resist his grin and pink flushed the apples of his cheeks.

“Love...” he grumbled, embarrassed. “You didn’t have to - ”

“But I did,” you cut him off gently. “Make a wish, handsome,” you tenderly kissed the frown line between his raised dark brows.

“Thank you, sweet girl,” he accepted the cupcake and stared deeply into your eyes before letting his lids drift closed. He carefully blew out the candle.

"Whatcha wish for?” you asked sweetly.

“Don’t need a wish, already got everything I need,” he said simply as he patted his thighs and opened his arms to you. “Come ‘ere, you.”

Eagerly, you climbed aboard your favourite seat and made yourself comfortable on his lap, taking the candle and tossing it on the coffee table. “You’re such a fuckin’ softy,” you accused teasingly as he chuckled, shyly. “I know you didn’t want to celebrate, and that’s fine. But you weren’t getting away without a sweet surprise,” you admitted as he offered you the first nibble. “No, sweetheart. You’re the birthday boy. Birthday boy comes first today.”

“Comes first, huh? Sweet girl, I will always get you there,” he breathed deeply, taking an indulging bite. He hummed happily, crumbs flailing between you. “Sorry,” he admitted. “It’s real good,” he chuckled messily, trying to catch crumbs with his tongue. You adjusted your posture, a gentle grind catching his attention quick. He licked his lip, unknowingly missing some frosting that you generously tidied for him with a sweet kiss.

“Does taste good,” you agreed. “All for you, Lieutenant Commander,” you reminded him. He knew that tone. He knew it meant good things were coming. Hopefully both of you.

He hummed, a low grumble of laughter teasing in his throat. He dragged his long index and middle fingers through the frosting and swiped against your lower lip. “Open, love,” he said, but it wasn’t a question. Your tongue delicately darted out as you kept his gaze. He appreciatively watched as tongue first, you delicately swirled around his fingers and enclosed them, taking it deep in the back of your mouth, eyes big as he breathed a raspy, ‘hmm, yes, baby. You know just how I like it...’

His other palm wrapped around you, a warm hand snuck into the elastic of your sweats and he could feel the lace under the pads of his fingers. He pouted, curiosity getting the best of him. Good things came with lace. “Come here,” he said as you let his fingers go with a pop and crawled a little further, skilfully grinding down on him. He groaned low as your sweet lips brushed wet kisses against his pulse. He was putty when you kissed him there and he willingly snapped back, eyes black with desire as he helped you raise your hoodie and discard it, a new navy blue bodysuit leaving very, very little to the imagination now revealed.

“Fuck, this is nice,” he didn’t apologise for how he groped your breast, his thumb rubbing slow circles around your nipple and he lowered his face to bite through the material, the sight too good to ignore as you sighed, you were in heaven. Dragging your fingers into his neat curls, it was hard not to fall into him. He gazed up at you with those eyes that told you how much he wanted to devour you and raised his lips to you, his big hands pulling you closer to him as your lips met, wild kisses ensued as your bodies pressed against each other eagerly awaiting what was to come next.

He eased back on the couch as you pulled back to make light work of the belt and zip on his jeans. He whipped off his tee and quickly dragged down his jeans with his boxer briefs, long, thick and weeping with excitement for you. “Lose the sweats, love,” he ordered, his tone dark and certain as you stepped away, turned away and pushed the fleece away. He sighed wistfully. He was an ass man at heart, and your ass was pure perfection that he wanted to sink his gleaming teeth into.

Chuckling deep, he encouraged you. “Yes, love. Show me how that thing comes off, huh?”

Looking back, you stepped back between his wide thighs and took his hand, guiding it between your legs to where the clasps strained to be released. He nodded, but instead swiped the flimsy material to the side, his index finger pressing into the slick that always seemed to be waiting for him.

“Look at you, dripping and I have barely even touched you,” he chewed his lip as he watched your face contort, bashful to blissed as his index finger sunk into you, then his middle finger, knees almost immediately weak. “Love, you need to be fucked, huh?” he dragged you flush against him and placed you back on his lap.

“It’s your birthday. I just want to please you - ” you tried. Really. All you wanted to do was please him. See his face as he came. That was pure ecstasy in itself.

“This is all I want,” he told you simply. “Let me bury myself in you, huh? You coming all over my cock is my gift.”

“I was supposed to be the gift to you - ” you moaned as he dragged you upon him, slipping his cock in deeply, perfect for you. “God,” you muttered, resting your forehead on his strong shoulder, taking in his cologne. He always smelled so damn good.

“I said no presents,” he growled, teasingly. “Well, okay. Except maybe for this flimsy, little... thing,” he breathed deep, pulling down the cup and letting his tongue swirl around the puckered skin. His cock was so sensitive to your sweet, warm wetness. He wanted slow and slippery, but he wasn’t going to last if this was how delirious you made him feel.

It was slow, sweet. Connecting, kissing, he held you so tight as you melded together. Perfect in its simplicity. But unlike your birthday wish for him, you came before him, quaking and milking him, dragging his orgasm out.

It wasn’t always about the birthday boy.

Slumped against Bradley, his tongue lapped up the few beads of sweat on your shoulder and murmured how good his sweet girl was to him. “You want more, big boy?” you asked into his skin. “Ready to unwrap me?”

He breathed deeply, trying to control his breathing. “Fuckin’ yes.”

“Then come along. It would be rude if I unwrapped your gift myself.”

Praying to whatever deity brought you to him, his grin ripped wide as you murmured about the mess between you both that threatened to spill. He reached for his discarded tee and skillfully tidied you up. After another kiss, he took your hand, thanking the gods for creating you for him. “Okay. Maybe one more gift...” he slipped his boxer briefs back on and allowed himself to be led to the bedroom, his big hand in both of your smaller ones and you stopped at the door.

“Come on,” you said as he wandered in. “Get comfy, let me just freshen up...” You kissed him then headed for the bathroom as he dove on the bed, the duvet exploding around him in his excitement and an arrogant smile on his face as he placed his hands behind his head, body primed for whatever you were about to blow his mind with.

He cast his gaze to the bathroom door you’d just disappeared through, his bedside lamp on. Meticulous in his need for organisation and neatness, he noted an envelope on the bedside table and reached for it, his name on the front -

And maybe breathing stopped when he pulled out the contents.

And maybe his heart lurched as he realised the handwriting he hadn’t seen in years, the letter addressed to Bradley Darling x

And maybe -

“Ahh, you saw it,” you said, reappearing and relaxed against the doorway, a small grin on your face, perfect with your messy hair and put back together in your bodysuit. Bradley gave you a confused smile.

“Love,” he sat up, and asked, “What is this?”

"Wasn’t addressed to me, Bradley Darling,” you told him, the affection you had for the name superseding any nickname you’d ever given him. “I found it in one of the boxes in the attic. Had Mav’s name on it and a cross scribbled through it violently,” you gave him a look that told him how ridiculous it sounded.

Bradley signed, rubbing his eyes bashfully. “I got a bunch of stuff from Mav after Mom died... and then the whole papers thing happened so I took out my anger on an archive box... among other things.”

“Mature.”

“Yeah,” he agreed embarrassed.

“Want me to leave you for a few minutes?” you nudged your head towards the living room in case he wanted to read alone.

“No, stay,” he said, reaching his hand for you and you came to sit on the edge of the bed as he sat up. “Wanna read it with me?”

“It looks like it’s just for you...” you told him warily, not wanting to interrupt a private moment but you would be lying if you didn’t want to know the contents of the letter.

“Yeah, but there’s nothing in there I’d ever hide from you. Get over here,” he admitted as you came to scamper over his body and lay back together against his pillow as he opened the letter. “Been a long time since I’ve seen her handwriting, it’s weird.”

“It’s such a beautiful script,” you admitted, never a fan of your own writing. A messy chicken scrawl at the best of times. You wrapped a thigh over his, snuggling against his side. “Smells like old perfume.”

“She always sprayed her favourite Chanel perfume on any letters she sent,” he chuckled quietly.

“No. 5?” you reckoned.

“Actually, yeah. That sounds really familiar. She said it was really expensive,” he chuckled quietly. His eyes went to her handwriting and started to read aloud:

My Bradley Darling on his 21st birthday.

There are a few of these we haven’t celebrated together now. It breaks my heart to know that you are alone but I know Mav is taking care of you as best as he can -

Bradley sighed. “Guess she couldn’t predict it.”

“No, I suppose not,” you agreed, kissing his ribs but not wanting to distract him, your fingers tracing the ridges and peaks of his abs, his muscles firing, always ticklish. “Worked out in the end.”

He hummed in response and kept reading:

But I know he is doing all he can in his way to make sure you’re safe, happy and taken care of. I hope you’ve remembered your patience and consideration of all he has done for you and will continue to do, even if you don’t agree with his decisions. All Mav has ever wanted was the best for you, just like Daddy and me.

I’m writing you this while you sleep in the hospital chair across from me. My young man, so handsome and bright with the world at his feet. I hope you have gone for everything you’ve ever dreamed of. I hope you meet someone wonderful, someone who you will love like I love your Daddy. I’m so scared to leave you, but I want you to know while you have Mav here, Daddy and I are going to be watching everything you do from where we are together, devastated we’re not with you, but so damn proud of the man you will grow to be, watching from the front row.

Bradley stopped to sniff. He wasn’t crying but would be lying to say he might’ve if you didn’t distract him with the tear stains now on his chest. “Oh, love,” he said with a gentle sigh.

“This is the sweetest thing. She is very eloquent.”

“Towards the end, she was pretty out of it. I don’t know when she wrote this,” he admitted. You nodded, hoping he’d continue. There didn’t appear much more left as your eyes followed his words.

Bradley Darling, you are the love of my life. And I’m so sorry I couldn’t beat this for us. But I’ll always take care of you. I’ll be your angel watching over you, just like Daddy is for you and me now. He’s calling for me, I can hear him clear as day and I can’t wait to see him.

I love you, my brave son. Your Momma x

“Oh, my God,” you were almost sobbing in the end as Bradley folded the paper up, placed it back on the bedside table and wrapped you into his arms.

“There, there,” he teased, kissing your forehead.

“That is so special, Bradley.”

He nodded but didn’t reply. He knew the weight it held and wondered if Carole really was watching, seeing how happy he was, seeing what he made of his life. A decorated naval aviator, a partner and a man with a future. A man who didn’t think he’d have a future before you came along. But he knew.

He didn’t believe in soulmates before he’d met you, but he knew his mother had sent you to him. When you were both at the right times in your life - when you needed him and when he needed you more than he’d ever know he could need anyone.

He giggled as he kissed you, tasting salty tears. “Why are you so emotional about this?”

“I don’t know,” you protested, a bubbly laugh slipping. “Do you think she is happy at how your life turned out?”

“Yeah, I hope so. She’d probably be pushing a baby agenda,” he nudged you, teasingly as you rolled your eyes. You’d only recently just gone off the pill, rolling the dice to see if Baby Bradshaw was in your futures and Bradley would be lying to say... he was trying to bury himself in you any fucking chance he got, but don’t get him wrong, he didn’t have a breeding kink. Nooo... not at all.

“One step at a time, huh?” he held your left palm in his and pressed a series of sweet kisses into your engagement ring, your wedding in a few short weeks with that special handful of people. Small and intimate for two fools who never saw themselves ever getting married and finding their happily ever afters together.

“One step at a time,” you repeated, moving to his waist as he licked his lips, an entertained grin spreading across his handsome features. “Think I could tempt you for the rest of your present now, Bradshaw?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

masterlist.

A/N: happy birthday, Rooster Bradshaw. It’s been so much fun bringing you to life exactly how I see you (whether people agree or not) x

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buttl0rd · 4 months

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I'm watching like a hawk for that new kid 🤲 THE BABY

ALRIGHT HERE HE IS!! lemme introduce you to the new kid 👉👉

this is carroway - he's the best 😎👽

this is gonna be a long post cause i have so much art and content to gush about. i love this kid 👇

Some fun character details:

he was originally supposed to be like the 90's movie tough bully kid but he's ended up just being a stupid asshole. he probably likes to think he's really cool and tough 💪

has 3 younger sisters, hates being outnumbered by girls

huge foodie and finishes whatever you don't eat. not fussy at all

always leaving his mittens outside. they get all wet and gross in the snow

affectionately ripping on everyone he loves. he's a total asshole but most people know he doesn't mean half the shit he says. the real ones tolerate him 😔🤙

he doesn’t know he’s bisexual (don’t tell him, he’ll find out on his own)

Hobbies & Interests

Aliens. Carroway is a firm believer in alien life and has an immense interest in UFO sightings, alien communication and all things outer-space. He often brags to his classmates that he has been abducted and probed, and is friends with the Martians that visit South Park sometimes (do any of them believe him?). He has a telescope that he set up in his friend Dante’s treehouse which he uses to spot UFOs in the night.

FUN FACT: His probe is linked with Cartman's. It's the connection that makes it possible for OCs to exist in the same universe as canon characters.

Drums. He has a drum set in his garage on which he practices every day after school. He has exceptional rhythm and is very talented. He keeps drumsticks in his backpack just in case he encounters a drumset or anything he can make a beat with (tables, benches, trashcans, etc.) Neighbors complain to his parents about the noise, so his garage is sound-proofed to the best of Mr. Carroway’s ability.

Snowboarding. Carroway goes snowboarding every few weeks. His family do snowboarding trips and he LOVES it. He also skateboards and rides his bike when he’s not up in the mountains, kid just likes to go fast. He dreams of being a professional snowboarder when he’s older.

TFBW: Boarderline

Boarder is a special flying support unit, part of Coon & Friends. He delivers high-impact quick attacks with his hoverboard and can heal/cure status conditions with his awesome space beams. As a speedster he utilizes the whole battlefield and is constantly moving, making him difficult to hit.

Origins:

He was a human that got abducted and genetically modified by Martians to serve and protect the alien race. After battling in many galactic wars he returned to his home in Colorado. His abilities were noticed by the superhero organization, Coon & Friends and Boarder was recruited to join their alliance. He provides support to Coon & Friends in battle.

Design:

Inspired by the gear he wears when he goes snowboarding.

His superhero costume consists of a white bodysuit with black tape accents and a big old metal zip. There's reflective blue strips on the gloves, boots and around the edge of his signature spaceboard. He's got these iconic space goggles that protect his face when he’s flying at the speed of light.

His name is a play on words - board (from his hoverboard) and borderline (being only just good enough for Coon & Friends). Allies call him Boarder for short.

SOT: Skullrogue

Skullrogue is Carroway’s Stick of Truth character.

He is a rogue-class unit and is quick and sneaky on the battlefield. He has a long black hooded cloak and a skull mask. His main weapon is a pair of daggers that are enchanted with flame magic. He cannot use magic himself but he is proficient with weapons, especially the daggers. He throws them and uses them to stab enemies in the back.

Skullrogue has an undisclosed edgy backstory, like any rogue player. He is mysterious and broody and so cool. He is loyal to the Wizard King and thinks Princess Kenny is hot.

Post-COVID

As a young adult, Carroway becomes a professional snowboarder and competes nationally in competitions. He becomes famous and earns a lot of money from his career, travelling the world for competitions. He makes it all the way to the Winter Olympics, representing the USA in the snowboarding category

After a career-ending injury in his mid-30's, he had to retire from snowboarding early and now lives off his sponsors and used-to-be-a-big-shot money. Despite being wealthy, he moved back to South Park and lives in a trailer (it’s easier than having a huge house).

He sometimes needs a walking aid to get around and is medicated for chronic back pain.

He was too busy with his career to find love when he was younger, so he stays single and lonely in his 40s. He still goes out and does sport events, commentaries and sponsorships - he remains famous even though he cannot compete anymore. He’s like a living legend in the winter sports community.

I'm still working on a PCOV design for him so stay tuned for that...

Anyway that's it for now!! I hope you love him 😘

#ask box #south park #south park oc #south park new kid #carroway #buttf(art)

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kiestrokes · 5 months

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ATEEZ Fave Lingerie Colors | NSFW

Pairing: ATEEZ x Gender Neutral!Reader/You/Yn Rating: NSFW. Mature (18+) Minors DNI. Genre: headcanon, imagine, smut adjacent. Warnings: cursing?

Sexually Explicit Content: mentions of undergarments, duh 🤪

🗝️ Note: am I cheating and posting ATEEZ first? yes. thank you for the ask drift partner 😘 @chans-room

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted here.

Hwa - hear me out a metallic silver set, something a little futuristic looking.

HJ - this man is down for that one vibrant yellow set, a gauzy baby doll top with a fur trim. He is in love.

Yunho - don’t hate me for this, Yunho’s fave lingerie is someone in his oversized button up, and cotton underwear with cute design.

Yeo - a classic black set with lots of lace and tiny bows

San - deep plum purple, with lots of layers for him to remove. Not lace but sheer panels.

Mingi - a vibrant dark cobalt blue set, he is also into all the layers, the garters, the belts, etc. toss in some fishnets too.

Woo - oh my little sag bby, a black set, but a bodysuit with sheer panels and embroidery over the nipples. With his fave hoodie on top.

Jongho - baby bear likes red, a vivid red teddy that is silky vs. all the others preferences of sheer and lace separates.

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kingfakey · 1 year

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DAY OR NIGHT? ☀️🌑 april '23 cc haul

you know the drill! click for HD. 🥰

it was a weird month for me but here it is. big smoochies etc to @serenity-cc @sentate @trillyke @madlensims @nsves @belaloallure3 @greenllamas @simstrouble @dogsill @aharris00britney @sheabuttyr @daylifesims @gorillax3-cc

hesitantly wcif friendly but please check out @fakeyfinds before sending an ask, and please include a link to the post!

everyone's earrings can be found here!

DAISY. seona hair. daisy top. annie skirt. thrud dress. alecta boots.

BAILEY. liv hair. baddie top. hunter jeans. alecta boots. koni dress. acc top. biker boots.

RUBY. wildflower hair. cat beanie. new daze sweater. acc top. blue blood pants. cl!max sneakers. garcelle hoodie. yurena pants.

TESS. acacia bubbles hair. flower bodysuit. blue blood pants. cl!max sneakers. cesia dress. goldie boots.

HARPER. sabrina hair. garcelle hoodie. next level shorts. alecta boots. adrienne jacket. hunter jeans. goldie boots.

PIP. orange blossom curls. baby tee. teyma shorts. cl!max shoes. goldie dress. kate heels.

JOSEFINE. banya bantu knots. thrud top. goldie skirt. adrienne jacket. mallory skirt. alecta boots.

#ts4 edit #ts4 lookbook #ts4 render #💌#feels so weird to only have two images up there....

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alenasbdesign · 11 months

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Happy National Patriots’ Day, Quebec!

#Quebec #Canada #Canadian #baby #bodysuit #baby shower #baby bodysuit #baby blue #customizable baby clothes #Québec #Montreal #Montréal #province #map

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luaveltarot · 1 year

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🪞ᑭᗩᑕ🪞: ᗯᕼᗩT ᗪO YOᑌ ᒪOOK ᗷEᔕT Iᑎ?

🪩🪄✨📸

ᑭIᒪE 1

Chaotic Art Academia/ Trendy Dark 🧲💣

Lol your style is the complete opposite of your selection of image which is the red necklace. It’s funny but let’s talk about what you look really good in. Ok so you are my simple 90’s minimalist chic girlies.

You look best in black but your other wardrobe faves could be denim, white, tan, grey and light blue. Your black/tan statement flat or mules go with just any outfit so keep wearing them. I see you have the masculine boss look to you which is again ironical with the pic you’ve chosen (I’m sorry, i don’t want to sound like a broken tape recorder but you get it, right?). Your black bodysuit looks really nice with tan trousers. Your oversized blazer enhances your style even more. I get that people love your choice in handbags, sling bags etc. You can still wear your white shoes everywhere, it goes with everything.

You accessories your outfit less, one ring , a bracelet and a watch does the job on most days for you (which is a lot for you ik). Your hair looks best when you leave them as they are and don’t fret over it being perfect and neat from all sides. You look tamed even with wild hair so don’t stress about it.　

ᑭIᒪE 2

Colourful trendy/ oh so miss perfect 🧸🛍

You like solid colour outfits and co-ord sets. You have a light and warmth to your fashion. It’s breezy, flowy and one feels bright when they look at you. You have a thing for light shades.

You look so hot if you wear turquoise liner to your eyes. You have a good sense of eye make up. You look your best in off-white and cream coloured shades. Coral, rust, latte and peach; shades of sunsets at a beach kind. You look feminine and in your power in midi dresses or tucked tops and midi skirts. Turtle neck tops and parallel trousers/ short skirts with belt accentuates your lean figure and you look taller.

You should wear heels often, it looks good on you. I don’t feel you are much of an accessory fan may be just a classy earring, also I think you don’t need accessories since your make up holds all the glamour. Instead I get you are more into hair accessories like hair scarves and hats. You understand your style very well so I don’t need to say anything more.

ᑭIᒪE 3

The hippie baby/ colourful vintage 🎨 🗝

Colourful butterflies or should I say vibrant chameleons ( not in a bad way,I just feel whatever you wear , that colour looks good on you). I get aquatic kind of neon colours, something that catches the eye. You wear colours related to water, wellness and nature.

You look best in pink-orange colours and light blue- dark blue colours, shades of sea and candy pink. You look best in patterned clothes which have a boho edge. You look elegant and put together in skirts with crop tops and even an oversized jumpsuit. I don’t get any specific styles that you look best in because you have many styles, your mood reflects in your outfits and you like to dress accordingly. Though you could look great in floral patterned clothes, beach prints and abstract arts.

You are into accessories, you match your bags, footwear and glasses accordingly. You could like to wear rings in all fingers and if you don’t then you should try it, I feel it will make you more chic even if you choose to dress lazily.

ᑭIᒪE 4

Boss chic/ Flashlight on you 🔦 📸

You have Capricorn placements? A prominent mercury or a moon sign. You are a fashionista and have the model look,no matter your size, right, colour or hair texture. You have a look that turns people’s head. Your colours are silver, gold, purple, blue , yellow and red.

You look best in striped tucked button up shirt and dark blue jeans. You can have shoulder length hair and it looks exquisite. You can even wear a gold pendant or chain frequently or always which make you look dapper and elite. Your aura is really surreal with specs of silver and gold making you look beautiful.

You should wear boots often because that will accentuate your outfit. Try a kimono if you haven’t or leave your shirt unbuttoned and wear a vest underneath. Also a crystal ring or crystal bracelet covered in some metal will suit you. You look hot in two piece sets too.

ᑭIᒪE 5

Travel beauty/ ‘Who is that charming girl ?’ They say 🤳💅🏼

You are a true beauty even when you feel you look homeless. You have the, ‘who is that girl?’ Look, especially at airports and in grocery stores or even the girl who just passed by. You remind me of the meme where a guy who is with a girl has turned his head to look at the other girl lol. Your social media got many stalkers too haha.

You look the best in all white but if you want colours then wear a black top and red skirt with pencil heels. I also see that you look best in brown and black. You have an air of innocence in your dressing style which is draws in people like bees to honey.

For accessories your would look nice in caps, sunglasses, a watch but that doesn’t mean you don’t have to wear jewellery, you can wear earrings and necklaces but I just feel you look pretty in simple styles with light make up and branded high quality clothes.

ᑭIᒪE 6

Ancient witch / mythological goddess 🪄

You have a traditional look to you. You look gorgeous in your ethnic clothes or from the culture you belong to. I feel when you dress up in your social standings, you stand out. Then when you wear casual clothes for regular days people are taken aback by your transformation because one minute you looked so transitional and next you look like a model posing for brands in pictures.

You look best in traditional outfits as mentioned before, besides that you look really cute like kittens in dresses. You look pretty in sleeveless tops and relaxed fit straight jeans. Even a beach resort shirt with a sports vest and cargo pants. You look best when you have a sporty vibe to your personality.

You should leave your hair open mostly and a pair of earrings in accessories will accentuate your outfit enough to make you look just enough. Colours like orange and yellow look good on you too.

ᑭIᒪE 7

Fairy in the forest 🧚🏻 / Invisible crown Queen 👑

For some reason I feel that people find you unreal and unique in your fashion. You give off the severity vibes with the way you dress that people feel they’ve encountered a beautiful garden where there are many flowers and greenery.

You look best in pastel/nude colours and especially floral prints. You should wear the nude pink dress with little floral prints, even I feel enchanted by your presence. Even fur clothes make you look attractive.

For accessories, you should wear pearls because it will give you the moon glow and go well with your pastel outfits. If you have been feeling like colouring your hair then take this sign as a yes you can and also don’t cut your hair short. Your hair holds all the beauty.

ᑭIᒪE 8

Mermaid around the corals 🪸 / Angelic Baby👼

You look so sweet and dreamy. You look beautiful in shimmery clothes or see through tops. Crochet knit tops, trousers and skirts.

You should incorporate more of shiny pinks and turquoise colours in your wardrobe. Also purple is your colour. Clothes with shells or accessories with shells will enhance your personality

Stop being shy and dress as you wish girl. I feel you hesitate a lot in dressing authentically. Embrace your ethereal beauty, stop being the mermaid who hides in the abyss of darkness to protect herself from intruders. You can look beautiful and still be in limelight, please don’t shy away.

ᑭIᒪE 9

Bad bitch who is all money 💰/ luxury femme fatale

You dress expensive. You have all the trendy high brand clothes which most people can only eye. You have all luxe accessories and make up products.

You look best in everything because all your clothes screams money and let’s admit, expensive clothes look good on everyone. Your silver dress, silver boots with silver earrings will look best just in case you ever felt confused about what to wear.

Don’t forget to paint your nails red because you are the classy and elite chickkkk. Always and I mean always wear necklaces and a heavy ring because they are meant to be shown off and not to be kept in drawers.

Thanks for reading. Have a lovely day or night wherever you are. Sending you love and healing energy:)

#divination #tarot #tarot reading #pac #pick a pile #tarotblr #witch #pick a card #tarot witch #witchy #luaveltarot #tarot community #pick a card reading

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miioouu · 6 months

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His Favourite Camgirl

whatever you dooooo, don't imagine yourself as Soap's favourite camgirl.

tw: suggestive, camgirl!reader, umm uncreativity when it comes to soap's username. pls halp

You really never revealed your identity, you want your audience to appreciate the lingerie you get yourself using their money; the lace rosé bodysuit embroidered with pink and orange flowers, white satin set with over exaggerated baby blue bows, and sometimes, when they haven't been behaving properly, you show up with the leather black set that barely covers you.

You liked to keep your face hidden, except when your fingers pushed past your lips, circling your tongue around them before dipping them under your panties. And you'd lean over slightly, for you it's to get a better view of the chat, for them it's to get a heavenly glimpse at your chest. And they can't see it, he can't see it, the way your eyes twinkle when you see the nasty comment 'Soap69' (very original, i know) left there. Your favourite subscriber, your favourite fan. Of course he was; he's been supporting you since the beginning, he never missed your lives, he always knew what to say in the comments to make you edge closer to the cliff of your orgasm.

Just like him, you stayed awake after your shows, daydreaming what he'd look like, what his voice would sound like when he'd whisper the praises in your ear instead of typing them out on a stupid screen. It's become an obsession that you're too ashamed to admit, you're always thinking of him when you're choosing what to wear, whether it's for your lives, or for the pictures you innocently post on other social media apps. His likes and reactions always made you smile and blush.

"Texting your boyfriend?" your coworker would ask, and how are you supposed to tell the old lady that no, it's your fan leaving a sweet comment on your most recent post? So you just nod, not wanting to explain yourself, not wanting to have an awkward conversation. But that conversation made you think of him even more, consuming your every thought. Even when you should be too busy focusing on your pleasure in front of the camera, you're thinking of him. He prefers the more innocent act, he likes to see you in shades of blues, he likes when you use that pink transparent dildo he got you from your wishlist. It's him, him, him, him, on your mind all the time. It's Soap.

"Soap" voice breathless and dripping with pleasure and desperation, like honey oozing from its comb. And you didn't realise your mistake until it was too late. Your eyes went wide as you saw the other viewers congratulate him in the chat, some even jealous, but it's really his comment that you focused on, that made you reach that extraordinary high "Yeah that's right, kitten, only I can make you cum like that…"

And it wasn't a lie, after that show you really couldn't reach your orgasm without the thought of him. You learned not to say his name on your live shows, but when it's only you and his favourite minty bullet vibrator late at night, you're moaning his username over and over and over again like a mantra, like it's the only thing you can say. And isn't usually the fan that is supposed to be obsessed over the camgirl? Wasn't he supposed to be the annoying stalker? (secretly he is, unbeknown to you, he is) Why is it you that is crazy over him then? So much that you couldn't think straight, not when you're at work, not when you're driving, not when you're cooking. And it's when you accidentally cut yourself as you were chopping some onions that you've had enough, you wanted him, you needed him, and without giving it a second thought you grabbed your phone, scrolling until you found your app, searching up for his username and sliding right into his private messages with a shy "Hiii. I've been thinking of you a lot, you're such a sweet fan. I'd like to know you better, if you're ok with that, of course…"

#soap x reader #soap smut #johnny mactavish smut #johnny mactavish #johnny mactavish x reader #smut #cod smut #cod x reader #cod soap #female reader

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