#I’m thick and proud of my pounds

[kitten4sannie]

backstage back shots with san ♡

a/n: listennnnn im still fighting with writer’s block and it’s winning i’m not even gonna lie to you but …… COACHELLA SAN. i wrote this in twenty minutes so please don’t expect a full fledged masterpiece TT that being enjoy the brainrot babes <333

w.c: around 500 words

warnings: reader’s older in this (she’s their manager shjsdh), dom! san, possessiveness, dirty talk, semi public sex, tit play, unprotected sex, back shot

Once San left that stage, he could feel his heart pounding against his glistening chest, his ears still ringing from the intense surge of adrenaline outlining his wired brain and body, and he could still hear their fans chanting and cheering for them, even as he made his way through the hectic backstage area. All of it concocted an invigorating mix of exhilaration inside San that he couldn’t shake. It almost bordered arousal.

It didn’t help when he saw you, Ateez’s precious manager, opening your arms up to him for a hug with a bright smile on your face, tears in your eyes, and an endless bout of praise leaving your pretty lips.

“I’m so, so proud of you, San…” you whispered into his ear, unaware of the state he was in, until you felt something hard pressing into your lower abdomen.

“How proud, Manager-nim?” he whispered back, running his fingers down along your waist, squeezing into them enough to make you squeak. “Do I deserve a reward?”

“A r-reward? I mean, of course you do, but…right here? Right now?”

San slowly led you backwards until you both were just barely out of sight of the event’s employees and your beloved coworkers. He rubbed his thumbs gently over your hips, angling his head down to see the way his hardened cock pressed into your body through his designer pants. “Right here…right now…”

You gulped, knowing everything about the situation was wrong, but you couldn’t help but to give in, like every time before.

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San had you just how he liked, with your bare ass on full display for him, watching it bounce each time he pushed himself into you, groaning at the sensation of your hot cunt swallowing his cock up like you were made for him. You practically were, considering the way you always spread your legs for him, even as his boss. But, how could you say no?

San leaned forward, his bare, heated chest pressing heavily against your back, his throbbing cock hitting your sweet spot even easier at this new angle, resting his chin on your shoulder. He looked at you through the corner of his eyes, his lips quirked up into a knowing smirk. “Hey, Manager-nim. Whose pussy is this?”

“I-it’s yours, San,” you breathed out, feeling your cunt begin to squeeze around his length, your legs starting to grow weak underneath you.

“Yeah?” San perused, running his hands up under your disheveled clothes to grope at your tits, squeezing them in between his thick fingers, flicking and pulling at your nipples just to hear you try to hold back your pretty moans. “This cunt is all mine? Mine to fuck raw and fill with my load? Mine to use whenever I’d like, huh?”

Just as San’s filthy words left his mouth, you felt him go into overdrive, fucking into you so hard, you could hardly catch your breath, clawing at the walls of the backstage as an attempt to keep from completely losing yourself in the immense pleasure. “Yes, yes, yes…!” you cried out, knowing from the pleased groans and growls coming from San that you were creaming yourself on his rapidly moving cock.

“Fuck, that’s a good girl. You’re so filthy, Manager-nim…” San exhaled against your ear, dragging his tongue up along it, just as his body began to shudder and his rough thrusts were instead replaced by the slow, concentrated rolling of his hips. “Let me make you even filthier, okay?”

You looked back just in time to see him pull out and rest his thick cock against your ass, admiring his flushed, sweat-covered face, the way he could barely keep his eyes open, and the way his blazer was falling off of one of his broad shoulders. You didn’t look down until you began to feel something hot covering your lower back, watching as he painted the rest of your exposed skin and disheveled clothes with white.

San simply smiled back at you, running his fingers through his glistening hair to keep it from falling into his upturned eyes. “Thank you for the reward, Manager-nim. I’ll work even harder during the next stage because of you.”

You couldn’t help but smile back. “That’s wonderful to hear, San.” You shivered, suddenly feeling San’s load drip down your back and along your ass. “Now, if you don’t mind, could you help me clean this mess up?”

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[greg-montgomery]

Texting bf's dad hotch by accident when you're drunk and trying to get your bf to pick you up...

this idea >>>>

also aaron has another son besides jack in this

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They were just a few margaritas. You didn’t expect a casual girl’s night to turn into a pounding headache and a room that was spinning around you.

It was fun and your friends wanted to stay longer, but your upset stomach would not let you enjoy the rest of your night. You were more than ready to get out of there.

“I’m gonna ask my boyfriend to come pick me up,” you told your friends, who seemed a bit too drunk to process your words.

As carefully as you could, you made your way outside the bar, and took your phone out of your purse. Going through your contacts you stopped when you spotted your boyfriend’s name.

‘Babe can you come and pick me up? I can’t drive’

You hit send, and right after, you shared your location with him.

‘I’ll be there in 20.’

Oh.

That was it? No whining? No scolding you for drinking too much? No complaining about you being an inconvenience?

It was a full moon; maybe he was going through some kind of transformation.

You closed your eyes for a bit and rested your head against the wall. The minutes would simply not pass fast enough. I’m never drinking again, you thought.

Your phone buzzed in your hands and a new message flashed across the screen.

‘I’m here.’

You were ready to lift your head and search for his car, but your eyes were glued on the contact name that appeared above the text you had just received.

It didn’t say Mark. It said Mark’s dad.

No way, you thought. No way, I asked Aaron Hotchner to come pick me up from a bar because I’m wasted.

But that was exactly what you had done.

The word embarrassment didn’t even begin to cover the range of emotions you were feeling at that moment; especially as you watched him get out of his car and walking towards you.

Why did he have to look so good? As if drunk texting him wasn’t embarrassing enough, he had to look like a god in a suit that cost more than your monthly rent.

‘Mr. Hotchner,” you said, when he approached you. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to text you. I wanted to text Mark, but I got confused and God…I’m so, so dizzy.”

 His expression stayed serious, but he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Let’s get in the car.”

Aaron opened the door for you and held your hand so you could get inside. You expected him to close the door but instead he leaned over you and fastened your seatbelt for you.

Your heart started jumping around at the smell of his cologne and the feeling of his face so close to yours. You weren’t proud of it, but Aaron Hotchner was your forbidden desire. And the star of more dirty dreams than you’d ever dare to admit.

His thick fingers brushed against your stomach as he made sure that your seatbelt was tight enough to keep you safe.

You shut your eyes and took a deep breath trying to calm your body down.

“Are you alright?” he asked, softly.

His deep voice was the cherry on top that had you melting on your seat.

“Yeah,” you answered weakly. “Just dizzy.”

He closed the door and made his way to the other side, and soon he was on the driver’s seat.

There was a small water bottle in the cup holder and he picked it up. “Here,” he offered, “Have some water. It’ll help.”

“Thank you,” you said taking it from his hands, and shivered at the contact when your fingers brushed.

The bottle was half empty which meant he already had some of it before you. He had wrapped his lips around it; around where your lips were now.

You devoured any water that was left and realized how bad you needed to get hydrated. “I needed that.”

“I can tell,” he laughed. “Come on,” he added, and started the car. “Let’s take you home.”

“Were you asleep?”

“Hm?””

“When I texted you. Did I wake you up?” you asked with a worried tone.

“I rarely sleep, honey. You don’t have to worry about me.”

You pressed your thighs together at the sound of the pet name and the sight of his hands around the wheel.

“Thank you for coming. I really appreciate it.”

“Of course,” he said. “You needed me.”

“I did,” you said, breathless. “Mark would…”

You paused.

“Go on.”

You hesitated. “He would have probably told me to call a cab.”

“He’d let his girl get in the car with a stranger in the middle of the night? When she’s drunk?”

“Sometimes he gets upset with things like that. And, listen, I get it. I can be trouble sometimes.”

“Oh you can be,” Aaron said. “But not for the reasons you think.”

“What do you mean?”

He ignored your question, but it didn’t take too long before he spoke again.

“I’m gonna have a word with him. He’s not treating you well.”

“No, please don’t.”

The only thing that talk would achieve would be Mark getting upset with you.

There was a long pause, and you took advantage of the silence to stare at him. His side profile, his hands, his arms. He was perfect.

‘I wish Mark was more like you,” you said before thinking any better.

“Sweetheart, you shouldn’t say things like that.”

“I could say way worse.”

He chuckled. “Unless you want both of us to get in trouble, don’t.”

“But-”

Aaron reached out to hold your hand, making you go quiet. “You’re drunk. But what I do want you to know is that I’m always here, okay?”

“Okay.”

He squeezed your hand and didn’t let go the entire ride home.

part 2

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[4ngeldusstt]

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Two thick fingers in your mouth, “you’re a mess” he chuckles darkly at your state, “feels good huh?” You can’t talk, gagging on his fingers all you can do is nod frantically in response, smug smirk not leaving his lips, the proud look on his face of seeing you fall apart on his cock, breaking you to the point where all you can do is cry from the overstimulation, he keeps pounding into you, you’re a good girl, his good girl, you can take it. “I’m gonna fill you up with my cum and I am going to fuck it out of you, understood?” You nod frantically again so desperate, taking anything he is willing to give you. “What do you have to say baby?” He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, covered in saliva wrapping them around your neck, “thank you thank you thank you.” You repeat almost like a mantra, “good girl, I see I trained you well.” Pounding faster and harder, sloppy thrusts making you throw your head back into the push pillows your eyes rolling back due to the pleasure, “fuck, your pussy feels so tight around me, you’re close again?” He chuckles as his fingers hold your jaw forcing eye contact “you came what? Not even five minutes ago? Needy girl.” He loves humiliating you, he fucks you so good, you can’t help but cum over and over again.

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TOJI, Eren, Gojo, LEVI, Geto, NANAMI, Choso, Jean, DABI, Kakashi, Sasuke, Reiner.

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[xuchiya]

badboy yunho au ? ceo reader?

why not?

 "look ... at ... that ..." each word met a deep groan, yunho laughed breathlessly as his hips slowly but teasingly grind on your hips. you clawed at his veiny arms as you whined pathetically, “do-don’t tease yu … i still have a meeting at 10.” 

   your pencil skirt bundled around your waist, blouse unbuttoned with your tits out and hardened, stockings ripped along with your favorite set of panty hanging on your ankle, swaying as yunho buried his cock deeper. his girth and length taking you to heaven. 

    yunho's pants pooled around his feet as he hurriedly pounds you on top of your office table, your breasts bouncing freely in the broad daylight. his hips hasten its pace, rolling two of his fingers around your thick pussy to drive you on the edge, "never knew i would be able to fuck you in your office ... a place where anyone can see us."

  you bit your lip to tone down your moans but yunho wanted to hear them as he slaps your tits making you gasp in pain and pleasure, “moan for me or i won’t let you cum.” he grip you left breast tightly then shaking them as he busily circle his fingers faster on your pussy. The multiple pleasure around made you grip your table as your back arch from the intense ecstasy, “f-fuck yunho!”

  you hear him chuckle deeply as he removes both hands on your body before wrapping them around your thighs, “that’s my boss.” next thing, yunho had your legs were place together on top of his left shoulder as his cock drills deeper and harder until he splits your legs to his waist, placing his hands around your waist, you bit your lip but fail as you squeal as you coat his cock with your juices “i’m gonna cum– fuck fuck fuck!”

    with final snap of his hips, yunho moan with his head thrown back, sweat drifting down his neck to his black shirt, “shit~.” he chuckles, pulling out as he watch his cum drips out of your hole, licking his lips, he mustered his saliva in his mouth before spitting them on your pussy. He run his fingers before plunging them inside, “it makes me want to fuck you more knowing you’ll walk around that office– full of those scumbags–  with my cum dripping on that pussy. My pussy. They should know you’re mine.” 

Yunho pulled out his fingers, licking them clean before pulling you up, still recovering from your orgasm, chest heaving, hair dishevelled and clothes wrinkle. He chuckles softly, doing his best to tame down your hair while you button up your blouse.

         When you look– close to being presentable— you grab your things for the said meeting, turning to yunho who pull up his pants and buckles his belt, putting his black leather jacket on, “i’ll see you later at home?” he nodded, pulling you in for a small kiss on your lips, “of course, want me to pick you up?”

   The thought of yunho picking you up with his GT400 moto was something out of the ordinary but who are you to decline? your smile widens, “sure, love you!”

    Instead of replying to you with an ‘i love you too’, you got a hard smack on your ass. You spun on your heel with a stunned face, he had a smirk on his lips looking proud at what he did, “love you too boss…” he playfully saluted while watching your face turn red before disappearing on your meeting office.

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[twinkwish]

Too Cocky

“See you tonight, Jacob?” Brad asked his friend in the locker room, about to leave after practice.

“For sure, bro. I just gotta shower real quick and I’ll be there.” After their big win, the team had planned to celebrate with a bar crawl.

“Awesome, don't take too long, bro!” joked Brad. 

Jacob was always the last person in the locker room after games. He was the star of the team—talented, big, handsome—which meant he was highly complimented. Jacob loved nothing more than to walk around the locker room to the adoration of his teammates, flexing and showing off his godlike stature to earn their praise and remarks. 

With Brad out the door, Jacob finally went to take his shower. He stopped in front of the mirrors in front of the sinks lining the outside wall and began to put on a show for himself—he rarely passed up such an opportunity.

“Yeah, man. I always get such a good pump after a game,” he said to himself as he lifted his arms into a double bicep pose. He certainly had a body to be proud of. At 6’3” and 215 pounds of solid muscle, he was one of the biggest on the team. And with long blond hair and a chiseled jaw line, he was looker for sure. “Imagine what that team would be without me.”

After posing a bit longer, he walked over to the showers and undressed. He turned on the water and looked down at his beautiful cock. “Yeah, I’m definitely the biggest on the team.”

“Maybe,” commented a voice from behind.

“What the fuck!? Who’s there!?” cried Jacob, swinging himself around. 

“No one important. Just an admirer,” responded Brad.

“Oh, hey man. You freaked me out there. I thought you left.”

“I did, but I forgot my bag. When I came back, I heard you in here and thought I would see what you were up to. You put on a good show, stud.”

“You liked that, bro. You like seeing this?” he gestured to himself. “I wouldn't have pegged you for a fairy. I mean, I guess I don’t blame you.”

“I wouldn’t have pegged you for one,” said Brad with a sly smile.

At that moment, Jacob began to look at Brad in a way he hadn't before. Brad was also pretty built, standing around 6’1” on a muscular frame of around 190 pounds with a big powerful chest. Jacob gulped.

“I think I’ll join you,” added Brad. “I was going to shower at home, but might as well do it here.”

Jacob remained frozen as he stared at Brad’s tree trunk legs sliding out of his pants. He nearly drooled when Brad’s biceps squeezed as he slowly removed his tight t-shirt.

“Woah, dude,” he said finally. “You’re lookin’ swole.” He was surprised at himself. It wasn’t like him to compliment others.

“Oh yeah?” Brad answered, bouncing his pecs slightly. “I have been doing some extra training with coach.”

“It’s been payin’ off, bro. Your pecs are huge.” Again, he was surprised. His mouth hung open as his eyes hungrily studied Brad’s godlike torso. Is dick twitched a bit.

“Feel them.”

And with that, Jacob rushed eagerly over to Brad and began to submissively worship his chest, in complete admiration of the size—the power. “What is happening?” he thought to himself. “My chest bigger. I am the strongest guy on the team.” But he strangely didn’t believe that. 

Smiling that sly smile, Brad responded by flexing. Breathing deeply, he taunted, “That’s right, bitch. You just can’t get enough of me. You wish you could look like this, to feel as big and powerful as me.”

At that moment, Jakob became aware of a strange sensation. It was as if he was shrinking. He looked up at Brad, who looked taller and taller in comparison as Jakeb shrank down to 5’7”. He stepped back for a moment to see his once bulging biceps contracting. His defined, prominent chest lowered and nearly flattened out. His formerly thick thighs became much more lithe as his ass began to expand with a mixture of fat and muscle. Simultaneously, his mind was drained of all knowledge of sports and chicks while an intense focus and obsession with the hunk before him replaced it. After only a second, Jake practically leapt back towards the muscle jock, burying his head in Brad’s armpit while the jock moaned.

Brad was going through his own transformation. His joints cracked slightly as he grew a few inches taller and his feet expanded into giant size 15s. His already beefy muscles expanded even more, veins popping out of his arms as he hit a double bicep pose. “Fuck yeah, you little fairy,” Brad moaned through heavy breaths and deep grunts. “Worship a real man.”

With that, Brad pushed the twink to his knees.  Jake, excited and eager, began to suck Brad’s growing cock. 

“Take it all, slut!” he roared in a deep voice, his giant hand gripping the top of Jake’s platinum blond head while his 8” python grew in his mouth. With his other hand, Brad felt his new engorged muscles, running his fingers up his chiseled abs before groping his pecs.. “MmmmMmmM.”

Jake could only moan slightly as his mind focused on Brad’s amazing dick. The twink’s now thick, seductive lips smacked and sucked as his tongue worked its magic. His mind was filled with images of pleasuring men. Being used as a vessel, a little fucktoy. As he deep throated the expanding rod, the muscle god’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy. 

“Shit!” Brad yelled. He began to grunt, bucking his pelvis as his load exploded into the face of the submissive twink, who swallowed it in turn.

“Yaaassss, Brad!” Jake squealed in his newly high voice as he pulled away from the muscle god’s pelvis. “That was, like, so hot.”

“Huh,” he laughed. “What did you expect? That’s what you get from a body like this.”

“Mmm. Love it, stud. Hehehe. Come on, big boy. Let’s, like, go out to the bars. You can, like, use me to make the rest of the team, like, jealous.”

“We’ll catch up with them later. First I have plans for you at home,” Brad responded as he grabbed Jake’s juicy bubble butt.

They both liked the sound of those plans.

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[fieryland]

Reader who lets Eren spit in he mouth an all over while he strokes his cock in front of her and heavily degraded her (bitch, slut, whore and all that)😩😵‍💫😵‍💫

Foaming at the mouth rn just thinking about Eren stroking his fat cock in front of you, showing off what you can’t have as you eagerly sit on your knees. They were on fire against the floor, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was Eren and his fingers wrapped tightly around his length. He looked so good like that, sitting proud and tall above you— like he could control everything, and you’d just let him do it, let him take you and do whatever the fuck he wanted, just watching him look down on you like you were some bitch he picked up off the street had drool pooling in your mouth and your tongue slightly sticking out.

He twists his face in amusement “Look at you,” he scoffs lightly, as if to make fun of you along with dangling his pretty cock right in your face. “Look like some fuckin’ whore. You want this dick that bad?” You nod, then again, and again. You keep nodding as he raises his eyebrows at you and angles his tip so that it almost rests on your tongue, then he takes it away in an instant and settles on slapping it against your right cheek a couple times.

“Oh yeah? Show me what you’d do for it.” Eren breathes out after barely containing his laughter at how needy you were for him. In response to his question, you slide closer to him and take one of his balls into your mouth. He accidentally lets you do it— not meaning to let his dominant demeanour fall as his lips part and let out a groan. He can’t let himself fall too deep yet, no, so he grabs you by your hair and yanks you back where you were. “Did I say you could touch me, hm? Tell me.” he says through gritted teeth. You stay silent, knowing the answer, yet you’re too focused on the deep rumble of his voice to properly register the harsh slap he just delivered to your cheek.

“I asked you something, slut.” he spits in your face, landing it right next to your nose as some of it drips onto your lips. You lick it as to take some into your mouth and he just scoffs at your actions. Tightening his grip on your hair, you speak “no, no. you didn’t, ‘ren.” you wail in response, that wailing turning into a sigh of relief as he lets you go. You reposition yourself, watching him pump his thick cock up and down— leaking precum and pausing just to show it off some more.

“That’s what I thought. You’re such a dumb fucking bitch, I’m surprised you got what I was saying.” sinister venom drips from his tongue, a language you were all too familiar with yet found yourself wanting more. “You like when I talk to you like that, huh? You like that shit?” he huffs, slightly leaning down as to look into your glass eyes— pupils blown and wild, staring at the jerking of his cock and nothing else.

Eren places a hand on your jaw and squeezes it. “Look at me when I’m talkin’ to you, or I’ll break your fucking jaw.” you look up at him, a second too late but you still did it with no regrets. His eyes pierced into yours, half lidded with his eyebrows narrowed— he looked heavenly, godly, almost. With a few strands of hair in his face and his moans coming from the stroking of his cock, you spoke.

“mmm yeah- I like it.” after biting your lip, you open wide and nonverbally beg for something to be put inside your mouth. So, he spits on your tongue and grabs the back of your head as to force his cock down your throat. You squeeze your eyes and moan around him at the feeling of being used. He just kept pounding and pounding into your mouth— balls slapping against your chin while he moaned and groaned above you, stretching your throat the same way he’d stretch your little pussy.

“Take it, nasty bitch. Take my fucking cock.”

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[imyourbratzdoll]

An Imagine about husby Ari and wife reader. One night before going to sleep they both have a conversation and decide that they want to start a family hehehe. They do it very passionately and Ari whispers things to her like "I'm going to make you the sexiest mommy of the world" "make daddy proud" etc... breeding kink maybe? (If not, it's totally okay, don't worry!)

sorry, this took so long! I'm slowly making my way through my older requests again. I hope you like it!

summary - talk of starting a family makes ari want to start right then and there.

warning - smut, breeding kink, daddy kink, word mummy is used but not as a kink, swearing, creampie.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You and Ari lay wrapped in each other’s arms, the room filled with a comfortable silence as you listen to Ari’s heartbeat, his fingers running through your hair. “Ari?’ The softness of your voice causes goosebumps to rise throughout Ari’s body, never will he get used to how beautiful you sound. 

“Yes, bunny?” His dazzling blues gaze down, the hand that strokes your hair now moves down to rub your back.

You begin to draw shapes along his bare chest. Occasionally your fingers softly tug the strands that accompany the vast muscle. “What do you think about starting a family?” Your movements were slow, and your heart was beating faster as you waited for his answer, hoping he’d want that. 

A giant smile appears on Ari’s face. He quickly grabs your small form and lifts you, so you are on top of him. He cradles your face in his hands, looking at you lovingly. “Are you serious? Like actually serious?” He crashes his lips against yours when you nod your head, only pulling away when you both need air. “I think I’m going to make you the sexiest mummy in the world.” His voice deepens after each word. You can feel his cock hardening at the thought of you round with his baby.

Ari’s hand stroke your bareback while the other moves down to line his thick tip against your dripping entrance. His lustful eyes connect with yours. “Are you going to make daddy proud by letting me pump you full of my cum?” His cock throbs as you nod with a glazed-over look. Your eyes roll back, and your mouth falls open in a silent moan when his thick member slides into your tight cunt. “Fuck, bunny. You feel so fucking good. I can’t wait until your little cunt is full and dripping from my cum.” Ari throws his head back as your walls tighten around him, “oh, bunny! Squeezing me so good!” 

You bury your face into his neck, peppering kisses and bites along his exposed flesh. Soft mewls and moans escape you at the feel of his vast member pumping in and out of you. Your nails dig into his arms, slowly moving your hips with his thrusts. “Ari– daddy! Feels good, too good.” Squeals leave you as he flips you over. Hands gripping your hips as he begins to pound into you, grunting as you squeeze his cock. “P–please! Make me a mummy, daddy! Fill me up! Please!”

Ari groans, lips catching yours in a passionate kiss. His cock swells and twitches, balls tighten as he feels his end approaching. “Fuck, bunny! You feel so fucking good I can’t hold back anymore.” He leans forwards, hand slithering between your bodies, rubbing your swollen button as he grunts into your ear. “Get ready, bunny. I’m going to fill you up so much that there’s no chance of this not taking.” After a few more thrusts, Ari buries his face into your neck as spurts of cum shoot out of him, filling you to the brim.

Your eyes roll back, head tilting as your walls pulsate, cumming around his prominent softening member. Bodies sag into each other’s as you both try to catch your breath, and Ari begins placing kisses along your skin. “My god, bunny. I love you so fucking much. I can’t wait to have mini versions of us running around.” Your heart fills with warmth at his words. You run your fingers through his hair and place a soft kiss on his cheek.

As you picture it, a gentle smile is brought to your face, “neither can I, handsome. I’m so lucky to have a husband like you.” Your eyes connect, hand coming up to stroke his cheek. “I love you so much.”

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[thefallennightmare]

Just Pretend-sixteen

*gif created by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*

Parings: Noah Sebastian x Musician! Reader

Warnings/Tropes: language, angst, fluff, smut, star-crossed lovers, right person/wrong time, cheating, talks of mental abuse.

Summary: “I can wait for years, heaven knows I’m not getting over you.” A story about two star-crossed lovers, that always find their way back because their souls are entwined. The universe desperately attempts to bring them together, no matter what the cost.

Authors Note: Please listen to Eyelids by PVRIS during this chapter. Thank you very much.

Collaborating With: @thescarlettvvitch(better give her all the love as well)

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READER

With the notebook in my lap, as I sat cross-legged on my bed with Salem curled up next to me, purring away, I watched intently my laptop screen. My heart pounded so hard in my chest it made it hard to breathe. Noah and Jolly were currently performing a live stream on Veeps and from the moment I clicked on the video, I couldn’t stop staring; with his long hair cascading down his face in perfect waves. His face stone with concentration but yet soft with the features I loved.

“Do you think he’ll mess up like the last stream he did?” I asked Salem while scratching his belly.

Noah’s voice was something extremely distinctive, not just anyone could hold a tune or lit a candle to how he sounded. The way he effortlessly went through every emotion in his body. I looked at Noah as he was pretty still, with thick hair and soft eyes, and he swayed so gracefully that it almost seemed as though he was gliding. I’ve seen beautiful men before; men who caught my eye, but to my mind, they usually lacked the traits I found most desirable. Traits like intelligence, confidence, strength of spirit, passion, traits that inspired others to greatness, traits I aspired to myself, all the traits he had.

I hung off the cliff for Noah for a long time until recently, when I fell to the depths below.

It sparked something in me as I watched Jolly and Noah’s performance. I wanted to do something like this too; to showcase my real voice. I was better without Trey; the band was better. Trey wasn’t the end-all, and I wanted to prove it further. I understood the fans; I knew their positions; I understood their inner turmoil and their panic. Change is actually horrific under some circumstances, not all, but surely a few. This one was big.

Hollow Souls was never supposed to be a 3 piece. Hell, we didn’t even have a guitar player and our tech had to fill in when we recorded My House. Which is why I was learning how to play guitar so I could take Trey’s place. A lot of change within a few months and while it was scary, it was also exciting. But that didn’t stop me from questioning once again if we needed another person. What if I wasn’t strong enough to do this alone? Just the three of us? 

What the hell were you worried about, angel?

I was thinking so heavily about what Noah texted me. He was proud of me. Of me! And my friends. That woke me up, he always could. I wanted to grab my phone to call him, and ask him for more reassurance. Our 2:30 conversations were slim and in between and I was struggling with that. I didn’t want to push my luck; he had Bailey.

Bailey.

Bailey.

I rolled my eyes, at the memories of the party. Ridiculous. I was tiptoeing around Noah; I knew if I called him I’d so desperately try to stay on the line. But what if she showed? It was killing me.

Therefore, I was hesitant to perform Eyelids; I was worried Noah’s reaction would warrant further frustration, considering he was in the arms of someone else. I couldn’t handle it because it fucking hurt seeing him with her. I wanted Noah to myself, as selfish as that sounded. I could only hope that in the discovery of my lyrics, he’ll at least know I meant everything we did and said that whole tour, meeting him changed my life for the better; before I hurt him.

I miss him and I only wished I was in his arms.

As the livestream ended, I smiled warmly as Noah and Jolly waved goodbye at the camera and then tried to focus my attention on the paper in my lap.

Amongst the idea of our own live stream, I couldn’t help but want more out of me. It was small; it was something just dying to purge out. However, the more I looked at the lyrics on paper, the more it didn’t fit; it wasn’t me. It was as if these lyrics were meant for someone else.

Letting out a deep breath, I sang a harmony I thought would fit with the lyrics. “Evened the scores, then I let it all go fall apart. And every step forward put a little more sword in your heart, yeah. Looking sideways when I say I’m okay with the past but I’m afraid of what I might say if you ask.”

The more I read it, over and over. It was good; I’ll say that. But, surely it didn’t belong to me. I could feel that. But I didn’t give up yet. I wrote another verse, hoping this one would speak more of me.

“I did it to myself, tried to be someone else. I let it tear me down, and I'll never be the same. I did it to myself and tried to be someone else. And you didn't notice 'til I finally got, finally got away.”

Fuck, even singing these lyrics didn’t feel right. My heart knew that this didn’t belong to me, it was meant for someone else.

Making a rash decision, I pulled out my phone and clicked on the name I needed help from.

“Hello?”

I perked up at the accent immediately. “Jolly! Hey, it's me. Y/N.”

A light chuckle echoed in my ear. “I know who it is, doll, I have caller ID.”

“Ok don’t be smart,” I teased.

“Sorry,” he laughs, “What do I owe the pleasure?”

I bit my lip, wondering how he would take my idea. It sounded rash in my head but if anyone were to listen to my idea; it was Jolly.

“I have something to run by you. Well, actually a few things.”

NOAH

My knee bounced as I sat in my chair, phone gripped tightly in my hand, as I glanced at the clock on my computer.

2:28.

It has been almost a week now since our last 2:30 call and the last one was short as she was running around Japan with her dad. Things were awkward to say the least at the party the other night and I wanted to make sure that things between us were still good.

Good? What’s considered good anymore? You’re dating someone else, dumbass.

Ignoring the voice in my mind, I let out a deep breath before clicking on Y/N’s name; the ringing echoing loudly in my quiet room. It rang and rang and rang. It went on like this for a few more times until, eventually; I hung up the call with a groan. But I wasn’t ready to give up yet and I typed out a quick message to Malcolm.

ME: Is Y/N around? I tried calling her.

Malcolm: Yeah, she’s been in the shower. Has been in there for a while- too long, maybe shaving or some shit. I’ll have her call you.

An audible, deep groan, fell from my lips as I leaned my head back against the headrest of my chair when the thought of Y/N in the shower.

Naked, water, and soap ran down every inch of her unholy skin.

“Shit,” I cursed when my dick twitched in my sweats.

“Noah.”

Y/N’s voice rang in my ear as my eyes fluttered shut, hands in fists on my thighs. My vision was so vivid as if I was in the shower with her, our wet skin ablaze as I wrapped my arms around her from behind to bury my face into the crook of her neck.

“Angel,” I breathed while my palm pressed against my hard cock in my sweats.

My hips raised from the chair as a moan crawled out of my throat, my hand now all but ripping out my dripping cock from my pants. It was red and thick with the mere thought of Y/N in the shower. Gripping it between my fingers, I slowly pumped up and down, thumb grazing over the pre-cum that leaked out from the slit and circled it around the head of my cock.

“Noah, I need you.”

Her name fell from my lips as a prayer while I leaned farther back into my chair as my hand worked faster, the grip around myself tightened as the orgasm buzzed in my lower stomach. The burn felt so good but it wasn’t enough; I needed something else to help me over the edge.

I pulled the extra skin down tight, cock standing straight up in my hand, as I let out a strangled breath. My orgasm was right there, but I wanted to edge myself longer; I didn’t want this vision to end.

Y/N rubbed the soap over every inch of her skin, her fingers teasing over her nipples as he head fell back, water spraying into her mouth.

But after that vision, another one came to mind which made my hand work in faster strokes. Y/N on top of me with her hands gripping my braids as her mouth fell slack with ecstasy. I consistently became a time traveler of that night, the night she rode me into oblivion. A night I’ll surely never forget. Even in these moments, my mind goes there.

“Fuck. Shit.” I cursed as a shock shot from the base of my spine to the top when my body went stiff, orgasm so close to destroying me.

I jerked when my phone buzzed against the computer desk so I stopped my actions but kept my grip tight on my aching cock to realize Bailey was calling me.

Ignore.

With my phone still in my hand, I quickly went to my photos and clicked on one of my favorite pictures of Y/N; from the day we spent on the beach. She was staring straight out into the water, a small smile playing on her sweet, plump lips.

Fuck, I wished those lips were strangled around my cock.

Once the phone was set up directly in front of me, I leaned back into my chair again and worked my hand in fast short strokes, the orgasm once again burning low in my belly.

“Noah.” Y/N’s voice echoed in my mind again.

“Shit, angel. I’m gonna-fuck,” I groaned low, the noise barely audible as it crawled out of my throat when my release finally washed over me.

Cum shot all over my hand and onto my pants but none of that mattered; my dark eyes were stuck on the picture on the screen. Until a different picture appeared which had me cursing and wiping my cum covered hand on my pants before tucking myself back into my pants. Just a simple phone call from her had my dick aching again.

With a few steady breaths, I ran my clean hand through my hair before answering the FaceTime call; Y/N’s bright smile warming my heart.

“Hi Mochi! I didn’t mean to miss your call. I was in the shower.”

She was sitting on her bed, water still dripping from her wet hair, and internally I groaned when the same thoughts as earlier came creeping back into my mind.

“Oh yeah? You-uh-feeling clean?” I flushed while shifting in my chair.

“Well, yeah,” she chuckled. “That’s what a shower is. Water, soap.”

Naked, I know the drill.

I cleared my throat. “Right. Anyway, can you talk or is this a bad time?”

“Actually, I was going to send this in the group chat but since I have you on the phone, I figured now would be the best time.”

I raised a brow as my heart pounded widely in my chest, wondering what she was going to say.

“Veeps offered Hollow Souls to do a stream as well! So I wanted to make sure you were free to watch it, maybe? Totally fine if you can’t, I know you might be busy with-.”

“I’ll watch it,” I rushed out, not missing a beat. “What time?”

“Oh, in about 2 hours?” She bit her lip, hopeful I’d say yes.

My dick throbbed as memories of moments before her phone call replayed in my mind. “I’ll have the tv on standby downstairs, angel. We wouldn’t miss that shit for anything.”

Y/N smiled brightly as she brought Salem into view of her phone, his green eyes staring directly into my soul. “Salem thanks you for the support.”

“I miss him, we really bonded while you were gone,” I smiled a bit.

“Well, you can come by anytime to hang out with him; or me,” Y/N added the last bit slyly.

“Count me in, angel.”

READER

Once dressed, almost ready for the live stream, I was rummaging through my sock drawer to find a pair of socks when my fingers brushed against something soft. My brow raised as I pulled out two small velvet boxes, my mind immediately going back to my birthday.

Biting the inside of my cheek, I opened the box, and a gasp left my lips as the silver necklace and matching bracelet shined under the light of the room. It wasn't anything over the top and there were no diamonds but that didn't matter to me. I wasn't one for over-the-top jewelry, this simple chain and bracelet were enough.

With wet eyes, I gazed up at Noah, who had a nervous look on his face as he fiddled with his wooden rosary. "Do you like it?"

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into my embrace, burying my face into his neck. "I love it, Noah. Thank you so much."

With the haste of break up, the end of the tour, the move, and everything that happened between Noah and me, I almost forgot about the jewelry. I've stared at this bracelet and this fucking necklace for a while now. To think I had almost forgotten it, I shook my head at the thought. I couldn’t, things that were meant for us to find their way back. Well; at least that’s what I told myself. I yearned for him, his comfort, his gaze. I didn’t plan on falling in love with him. But once we met, it was clear that neither of us could control what was happening to us. I gasped when I realized what that burning feeling in my heart took over my entire existence each time I thought of him or saw him.

I love Noah.

I nearly stumbled on my feet as a breath fell from my lips again. “It’s too late now.”

With shaky hands, I opened the box, my heart skipping a beat. It still took my breath away as I opened the box, clasping on the necklace first then the bracelet.

“I have to admit, Salem” I turned towards the mirror in my room so I could stare at my reflection while the cat sat on my vanity. “Noah did pretty well.”

There was a knock on my open door, and I gave a small smile towards Jolly. “Hey.”

“Almost ready?” He asked.

“Yep.”

He then taped a finger to his neckline twice. “That’s a nice necklace. Who gave you that?”

“It was a birthday gift,” I shrugged nonchalantly.

The corner of Jolly’s mouth turned up in a grin. “That’s not what I asked.”

Ignoring his comment, I slid into my slippers and led him out of my room down to the dining room where we set up earlier.

Jolly first arrived a few hours ago for our daily lessons before helping me set up the stream. After I watched theirs almost a week ago, I asked Jolly if he could come over to help me with my stream. I couldn’t play guitar but we could practice the two songs I wanted to perform.

Chase and Malcolm asked if I needed them for this but I could tell they already had plans. Even though this was a Hollow Souls set, it was more of an acoustic version so Chase on drums and Malcolm on bass wasn’t needed; hence why I asked Jolly to help. First off, who else was better to teach me how to play guitar than him? I knew the basics, but he was helping me hone in on my skills. Second, I needed to talk to him about something important.

As I finished making things were in order, Jolly sat on his chair to strum the first few notes of If I’m There on his guitar.

“Feel comfortable enough?” He wondered.

I nodded while looking at the laptop to make sure the stream was ready; all I had to do was hit the live button.

“Yep. We’ve been practicing every day. It helps I have a great teacher,” I beamed at him. “Thanks for this, Jolly. I didn’t know who else to ask and I know you’re Noah’s friend first.”

Jolly shrugged. “You’re my friend as well, doll. I help my friends and that’s something Noah knows and understands.”

Silence fell between us for a long moment until he hesitated.

“How did you feel about our new single, honestly?”

My shoulders went rigid for a second before I shrugged. “I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be?”

“Y/N don’t take this the wrong way, but you can’t be that dense. You know it was about you, right?” Jolly asked.

“I-,” The words died in my throat.

Jolly raised a brow. “Yeah, so tell me. How do you feel about it?”

“Are you my shrink now?” I crossed my arms over my chest, one last ditch effort at shielding myself from admitting the truth.

“No, a friend,” he sighed while setting down the guitar.

Defeated, I fell into the chair with a groan. “I-I feel sad. Noah must fucking hate me.”

“I assure you, he doesn’t,” Jolly said.

“How can you be so sure, Jolly? He went and found someone else. He’s clearly writing how he feels too. I hate feeling like this.” I sat with my hands folded in my lap as I chipped away at the nail polish.

“So talk to him, because I can tell you right now, Noah’s not head over heels for this girl. I think you know deep down what he’s trying to do.”

I refused to meet his gaze as I shook my head. “I don’t know what you mean. I can’t-he seems happy.”

“Y/N,” Jolly sighed. “He’s not happy unless he’s with you.”

“Then he needs to tell me that,” my eyes snapped up towards him. “I was going to express some things I’ve discovered but-.”

Jolly raised his brows. “Discovered what?”

For a split second, I thought about telling him but decided against it. “It doesn’t matter, I can’t mess anything up for him. I need Noah to need me. It works both ways, Jolly.”

“Y/N you’re not understanding you’ve got it all wrong-.”

“Can we move on, please? It hurts enough to think about him with someone else the last fucking thing I want to do is talk about them,” I let out a shaky breath as my bottom lip wobbled.

Jolly gave me a weak smile. “Sure thing, doll. Did you want to go live?”

“Actually,” I bit my lip before reaching over to the table to grab a piece of paper. “There’s something I want to run by you.”

When he nodded, I handed Jolly the paper. “I wrote it about Trey but the thought of recording it scares me. It’s deeper than what I typically write and it's not me. I thought about selling it but that didn’t feel right.”

I watched intently as Jolly read the lyrics, his eyes taking in every inch of the page, the smile on his lips growing with each pass.

“Doll, this is,” he shook his head. “Amazing. Are you sure?”

Our eyes locked as I nodded. “It’s not a Hollow Souls song. But Bad Omens on the other hand, I know you guys can give it the justice it deserves.”

NOAH

“SHUT UP!” I bellowed while tossing a pillow towards Jesse, who was talking extensively to Orie about some shit that didn’t matter. “The live stream is about to start.”

Jesse caught the pillow mid-throw and smirked. “Excited, are we?”

Flipping him off, I sat on the couch with a beer in one hand and my phone in the other, sending another text to Jolly. He’d been M.I. A all day, and we were wondering if he was going to join.

“Has anyone heard from Jolly?” I asked.

Orie shrugged. “I thought he was in his room.”

“We went to lunch earlier,” Michael said while walking into the living room, bowl full of random snacks in his hands before he set them on the coffee table. “But he said he had some things to take care of afterward.”

Just then the stream began and Y/N’s soft voice echoed through the speakers.

“Shit, are we live? Wait, I probably shouldn’t swear on this.”

We all shared a laugh until we saw who was sitting next to her.

“Hi everyone! It’s Y/N from Hollow Souls. You might have noticed that I have a friend here with me today,” Y/N adjusted the headphones before she motioned to Jolly who sat on her left. “Jolly from Bad Omens.”

Jolly waved to the camera. “Hi.”

“I guess that’s what his errand was,” Jesse said while throwing some popcorn in his mouth.

Ignoring him, I wondered why Jolly was with Y/N right now. I wasn’t jealous he was with her. I was jealous that I wasn’t there instead. She looked breathtaking with her long hair pulled back in a tight bun to showcase the sharp features of her face, her plump lips glistening with the lip gloss she must have applied before the stream started. Her bright eyes shined with the excitement of what she was about to perform which in turn made me sit up straighter in my spot on the couch, a proud smile on my face.

“So, the reason Malcolm and Chase aren’t here is because this set is more of an acoustic one. I recently saw some friends of mine do something like this and wanted to try it,” she smiled over to Jolly.

“I’m here for moral support,” Jolly said.

“He’s actually been teaching me guitar the last week because I wanted to do more for this band since we kicked Trey out,” Y/N revealed.

At the mention of his name, I felt my face twitch but kept it as stone as I could, not wanting to give anything away to the rest of the guys. They were the only three of the entire group that didn’t know the truth about Y/N’s relationship with Trey.

“Did you know Jolly was teaching her guitar?” Jesse asked me.

I shook my head while running a hand through my hair. “I had no idea she wanted to learn. I mean, I knew they had to figure out a guitarist moving forward but didn’t know she wanted to play.”

“She didn’t ask you?” Orie wondered.

I shrugged, wondering the same but did my best not to dwell on it as I went back to watching the feed.

“So, I’m going to sing two songs for you guys today. The first one is a cover, and the second is something new. It’s nowhere near ready for release but it’s been weighing heavy on my heart the last few weeks since I wrote it.”

Y/N adjusted her headphones before glancing over to her laptop. “Woah, the chat is going crazy you’re here, Jolly.”

He hummed in amusement while tuning the guitar. “What are they saying?”

“Where’s Noah? When is the collab with Bad Omens coming?”

Y/N snickered before looking back at the camera, giving a wink. “I don’t know. Noah has my number.”

Quickly pulling out my phone, I pulled up the stream to add something to the chat.

“Oh, look who joined the chat. Jolly, Noah is wondering if you could bring pizza home,” Y/N laughed as she read my comment.

I chuckled to myself as we saw Jolly roll his eyes. Then Y/N read my next comment, her cheeks flushing red; something others might not have noticed. But I did. I watched and analyzed everything she did with a careful eye.

The comment I sent in the chat was something simple; something only a few of us would understand.

We can talk about the collab during our next phone call.

She shifted in her chair, a hint of a smile on her face. “Well, my first song might sound familiar to a lot of you. It’s my first time performing it but unlike Noah did last week, I won’t mess up the words.”

Jolly broke out in laughter before playing the opening notes of the song; one I recognized immediately even though I knew which one she meant before Jolly played the first few notes of the song. There was only one song I messed up on a livestream recently. If I’m There.

Her beautiful voice stung deep into my veins as I fell back on the couch.

“Oh. Shit,” Orie spoke. “No offense, man, but Y/N kills your lyrics.”

I nodded, numbly as I agreed with him. It was as if my lyrics were made for her voice, the sultry tone of it sending chills all over my body. She gripped the microphone with a soft touch and my cock twitched as I remembered earlier up in my bedroom.

As she got to the verse I messed up on my own livestream, Y/N’s eyes opened to throw a quick wink and smirk toward the camera when she sang it perfectly; almost annoyingly perfect.

I felt a pair of eyes burning into the side of my head and briefly tearing my gaze away from the television; I shot Jesse a look.

“What?”

He pursed his lips while shaking his head. “You haven’t stopped smiling since she came on the screen. You look like a kid that was given free rein in a candy store.”

Rolling my eyes, I focused back to Y/N just in time as she sang the last two lines of the song.

“And if you're there to catch me when I fall then maybe Hell ain't so bad after all,” she breathed before pushing away the microphone from her a tad.

Shit.

This was different than Hollow Souls. The softness of the song was fucking made for Y/N and something she needed to do more of.

“Fuck yes,” she beamed but then smacked a hand over her face. “Sorry, didn’t mean to swear. I’ll add it to the jar Malcolm has on top of the fridge.”

“He doesn’t?” Michael chucked.

I nodded while taking a long drink of my beer. “He does. I saw it when I was there taking care of Salem. Thing is empty but fuck is in their everyday vocabulary so you know they’re not adding to that shit.”

Noticing she was reading the comments once again, I quickly typed out one.

Great job, Y/N! Feel free to cover any of our songs. I’d always watch it with a proud smile.

Even though she didn’t say she read it, I knew she did with the way the corner of her lip raised and the way her eyes crinkled at the sides.

“Alright, the last song is a new one. We do plan on having it on the next record but it will sound different from what you’ll hear right now. My friends, thank you for watching. This one is called Eyelids.”

This had me sitting on the edge of the couch, elbows on my knees, as excitement filled me.

“I'll face my fear of the evening once I get used to this feeling. I can't sleep. That's when you're torn away from me. While I'm dreaming I feel you leaving.”

My jaw fell slack, hearing the rawness in her voice with the pure emotion being poured out of her soul.

"I'll face my fear of the sunrise when I wake up with your hand inside mine. It's hard to say good morning when it's followed with goodbye. Just wanted to say good night.”

Something glinted on the screen, which immediately took my gaze away from her face down to her neck, my heart and breath catching in my throat. I remained silent as my body leaned closer to the television.

“What are you doing, man? Did you forget your glasses?” Michael joked.

His voice was a white noise as I moved from my spot on the couch to the coffee table, now sitting directly in front of the screen.

What the fuck?

Is that?

I inched closer and closer to that television, I couldn’t hear what was being said to me as I scrunched my face up and began squinting.

No, it can’t be.

“Our eyes fighting the light but I'm not ready to say good night, ooh. I try and hold on tight 'cause it's just not time to say good night. Say good night.”

It hung almost a little well above her cleavage, that beautiful silky neck- my eyes moved quickly to her wrists.

“Let me see,” I muttered under my breath.

I made an inaudible sound from my throat, mouth peering a little open.

She was wearing them; both of them. My heart raced even further, longer, more rapidly.

I was feeling a lot of things at once; I didn’t quite know how to place them. I needed a beer. I needed to talk to my shrink. That’s what I should do, because the panic was setting in, this ache was almost unbearable.

Why, why would she want to wear them after everything? Even now?

I’m hurting her right back, aren’t I?

Everything has become a puddle of mud, a mess of my volition now. I did this. All I could think while seeing the jewelry I gifted her, all I could hear while listening to her voice was “Maybe, just maybe I’ll come back to you.”

She was occupied by her own complicated thoughts - you could tell from the way she was squinting and moving her mouth.

Maybe I was imagining things. Maybe until-.

“I'll face my fear of the cold nights when you leave me behind. I felt your hands in my hair. I felt your breath on my neck. Yeah, I need to feel you again. Just wanted to say good night.”

My body went still, all the air taken from my lungs, as I watched her lips move. Her own personal conflict was clear in the way the muscles in her jaw tightened and her eyes screwed shut.

No, it couldn’t be.

She didn’t.

Did she?

Was this about us?

No, I’m overthinking this.

“Our eyes fighting the light but I'm not ready to say good night, ooh. I try and hold on tight 'cause it's just not time to say good night. Say good night.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Orie smack Jesse on the shoulder and motioned to the stillness of me; still unmoving.

“Our eyes fighting the light. But I'm not ready to say good night, ooh. I try and hold on tight 'cause it's just not time to say good night. Say good night.”

I could see Jolly vibing along to the lyrics next to Y/N but it didn’t matter. Nothing else mattered more than this moment right here as I watched her pour every feeling about that night into this one song. My heart fell deep into the pits of my stomach when I saw her grip the necklace, playing with it between two fingers.

These eyes are closed again for yet another night I wake up and I can feel you by my side. But I can't find you in the dark when you're so far. Yeah, that's the hardest part. Here comes the hardest part.

My eyes dropped slightly in tangent with my shoulders.

Our eyes fight the light. But I'm not ready to say good night oh. I try and hold on tight 'cause it's just not time to say good night. To say good night.

As the last lyric faded into the air, there was a hushed recording playing some words in the background; another small thing I picked up on.

“I mean in what world do I go to sleep after you and wake up before you? I don't even know how it happens. Well, I hope you're having sweet dreams. And you call me when you wake up.”

Fuck.

My bottom lip trembled when I recognized that voice. It was Y/N’s, and it wasn’t just any kind of recording. No, it was a voicemail she left me while she was in Japan. It was right after I missed one of our 2:30 calls. I was asleep but once I noticed she called me less than an hour later; I listened to the voicemail before quickly calling her back.

“Okay, that deserves a curse,” Jolly said. “You fucking killed that, Y/N.”

She was beaming with pride. “Holy shit, guys. You don’t understand how long I’ve had this festering inside of me. It feels so good to get out.”

Y/N clicked on the laptop to read through some of the comments, a small frown pulling at her lips.

“Oh my god. Are you and Trey getting back together?! You were so perfect. No, we’re not getting back together. I grew up since the breakup; I became a savage. But not everything is about fucking Trey. This is just a song about a really awesome guy. That’s it.”

I was still, like a statue, unmoving and unnerving as Joly and Y/N said their goodbyes before the stream ended; a black screen mirror back to me.

Jesse leaned forward in his chair. “Noah-.”

Hearing my name broke me out of the trance and without saying another word, I jumped up from my spot on the coffee table and took the stairs two at a time, my footsteps thundering throughout the house before I slammed myself into my bedroom.

Tears threatened to spill, burning at the corners of my eyes, but I held them in with a choked sob as I ran a shaky hand over my face.

I didn’t know what to make of anything anymore. Maybe just romantics would call this a twisted, toxic beginning to a love story while the cynics would call it a tragedy. In my mind, it’s a little bit of both, and no matter how you choose to view it in the end, it doesn’t change the fact that it involves a great deal of my life and the path I’ve chosen to follow and that I- I love her.

Ripping the drawer of my desk open, I rummaged through the useless crap, already knowing what I was looking for. I tossed the velvet boxes to the side and cradled the jewelry, my large hands encased them. I pressed them on my forehead and let the tears finally spill to the floor as I fell to my knees, resting my back up against my bed.

I cried; actually fucking cried.

The necklace and bracelet shook in my hands as the sobs wrecked through me. I haven’t cried like this in a long time mostly because I hated being this open and vulnerable. It made me sick, knowing that I wasn’t able to protect myself from these feelings right now. I spent my entire life protecting myself from these feelings only for Y/N to sink her claws into me in the best way possible.

“I love her,” I choked out through sobs, realizing what I felt earlier. “I fucking love her.”

NOAH

I wasn’t sure how long I kneeled on the floor, jewelry grasped deep in my palms as it dug into my skin. But it wasn’t until there was a soft knock on the door that pulled me from the despair. Red, puffy, bloodshot eyes glanced up at Jolly, whose shoulders fell as he took in my state; tears dried to my face and hair a mess from running my hands through it.

“Noah,” he muttered.

“Please leave me alone right now.” I whimpered lowly, refusing to meet his gaze again.

“No. Jesse said watching her perform Eyelids fucked you up. What’s going on?” Jolly kneeled in front of me.

“I can’t-,” I choked on a sob. “I don’t want to deal with this.”

Jolly rubbed his jaw. “Was it the song or the jewelry?”

My eyes snapped up to him. “How did you know about the jewelry?”

“You used the band card to charge it, goof. I see everything,” Jolly gave me a small smile.

“Fuck. Sorry,” I sighed.

“It’s okay man, it’s okay,” he reassured me with a strong grip on my shoulder.

“No, no, it’s not. I’m tired of feeling. I want to disappear, just disappear.”

Jolly now gripped both of my shoulders, forcing me to look at him. "No, you don’t. Don’t say that shit.” 

“I just mean I wish it wasn’t this. Y/N’s been giving me mixed signals.” I mumbled.

“Have you thought you’re doing the same? You’re literally hanging out with another woman out of spite,” He raised a questioning brow.

I leaned my head against the side of my mattress. “She won’t tell me how she feels, I’m trying to show her. I’ve always tried to show her.”

“There’s a saying.” Jolly paused, trying to think of the right words to say. “We are defined by what we do, not just nice words. However, I think you’ve shown enough, Noah. It’s time you use your words.” 

“I don’t know how,” I admitted with a shaky breath after a long beat of silence.

“If you’re not comfortable talking about it with us, Noah. Talk to your therapist about it- but this has to stop. It’s draining you.”

I saw the way Jolly’s mouth twitched, his own emotions close to slipping through his own mask, but he held it stronger than me.

“Once you’re in a better place, come to the studio. I have something to show you.”

I nodded. “Sure, yeah. Might be good for me to write something.”

Jolly gave one last squeeze to my shoulder. “Love you, man.”

“You too. Thank you.” I smiled.

NOAH

An hour and a long shower later, I walked down the hallway toward our studio with a new tune in my head. The lyrics were loud in my mind as I played with the new bracelet on my wrist, twisting it between two fingers.

“There’s not another way don’t let me go, don’t dig another grave today,” I sang under my breath as I walked through the door.

Jolly was sitting on the couch in the room, guitar on his lap and notebook on the floor at his feet. He looked up as I walked in and had a nervous smile on his face.

“Hey, you better?”

I gave a small nod. “Yeah. What’s this?”

As I sat on the couch next to him, I went to reach for the notepad before he placed a foot over it, blocking me from retrieving it.

“Y/N gave me something earlier. I really like it but wanted to run it by you, if you were comfortable,” Jolly said hesitantly.

I tensed, not knowing how to feel. I wasn’t comfortable with whatever Jolly needed to show me but knowing it was from Y/N eventually made me agree.

He removed his foot so I could grab the notebook, eyes immediately scanning over the lyrics on the page.

Evened the scores, then I let it all go fall apart. And every step forward put a little more sword in your heart, yeah. Looking sideways when I say I’m okay with the past but I’m afraid of what I might say if you ask. I did it to myself, tried to be someone else. I let it tear me down, and I'll never be the same. I did it to myself, tried to be someone else. And you didn't notice 'til I finally got, finally got away.

My heart stuttered in my chest as I licked my lips. “Wow, that’s impressive. When did you find the time to write this? Usually, that's my wheelhouse.”

“Noah cut the shit. You know this isn’t my work. I just told you, it’s Y/N’s,” Jolly sighed while pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I’m just being a dick.” I snorted a laugh while bumping his shoulder with mine.

“Yeah, you are. Now what do you think? We can use this, no? As inspiration, maybe?”

Suddenly the lyrics I sang a moment before walking into the room played in my mind again; I hummed them under my breath, adding it to the lyrics Y/N wrote.

“One second,” I muttered while pulling out my phone.

ME: You sure you want us to have your lyrics?

Y/N’s response was immediate.

Angel 🪽: Nobody could do it better than you guys. You’ll give those lyrics the justice it deserve.

Leaving the message on read, Jolly and I worked tirelessly to rework the lyrics together and when I felt we were in a good position with them, I reached for my phone again. There was still a lingering feeling festering deep inside of me, that I wanted to make sure Y/N was fine with.

ME: I’m taking creative liberty for this, are you good with that?

Angel 🪽: What's mine is yours, Noah. 

Yeah, not everything.

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[repulsiveliquidation]

here's a minuscule sneak peek of 'Too Dangerous'

Too Dangerous - Mafia and Football. [SMUT!] [top! R. bottom! OB.]

i think this is going to be a fun one. let me know what you think.

“I’m not mad, my love. I’m so proud of you for being brave and coming to me. Let me worry about it now, yeah?”

“Okay.”

I pull her in for a kiss, hands roaming her body. I won’t lie, the swimsuit she had on was a massive turn-on and if we weren’t about to fuck in the pool, I was sure as hell going to devour her before bed.

“You look way too fucking good in that two-piece not to be ravishingly worshipped, my darling.”

She blushes, kissing you hard. Ona pulls your hands around to her ass, which you squeeze hard and draw a deep moan from her. Your hands pull at her cheeks, fingers rubbing gently at her asshole and folds. You maneuver her around to the edge again, picking her up easily to sit. She leans back, as your fingers pull her bottoms to the side and bury your face in her folds. She’s soaking wet, arousal thick and delicious.

She whimpers for you, strong hands tangled in your wet locks. Your tongue darts into her, throwing her legs over your shoulders before pulling her closer to the edge. You're practically holding her hips up, lips suckling at her clit hard. Ona moans loudly, back arching off the ground.

“Please!” she moans, fingers tightening in your hair as her legs squeeze at your head deliciously. You slip two fingers into her, pumping in and out of her slick pussy hard. They press up into her sweet spot, fingertips rubbing circles over it to get her to come faster. She huffed and puffed, face contorting into all kinds of pleasure. She makes eye contact and cries out your name, coming hard and fast. Ona pants, licking her dry lips.

“A la mierda esto, if you don’t fuck me right now, I will die.”

“Picked out a new strap for you to be split open on, mi amor.”

//

“puta madre!”

“Yeah, this one’s pretty fuckin’ big huh?”

“Feels s-so good!”

Your hips pound into Ona, swimsuits abandoned at the foot of the bed. She’s on her front, trying her best to push her ass back on you as you fuck her from behind. She tries to keep up, knees buckling every time the new strap finds a new erogenous spot she never knew she had. It was significantly bigger than she had ever taken, with three prior orgasms and a fingering of a lifetime, she was finally open enough to take the head. Coming once again was the key to taking the whole thing, Ona looked absolutely wrecked when speared on it.

“You’re so fucking hot baby, taking my cock so well princess,” you cooed, hands turning her onto her back as your fingers rubbed her clit that you just spat on. She was sensitive beyond words, her speech slurred, and was barely babbling, hyper-focused on her pending sixth orgasm for the night.

“Are you gonna cum, my sweet?” you whispered into her ear, leaning over her as your hips did not slow down one bit. Hands pressed her legs wide open, harness dragging over her clit with each powerful thrust.

“Yes, yes!” she croaked out, head nodding hard and fast as she cried tears of frustration and sexual arousal.

You spat on her hot clit again, fingers rubbing messily at her folds as you sped up even more. She screamed, orgasm ripping through her hard. She was convulsing and begging for you to not stop, the aftershocks making her beg again, this time for you to stop.

You chuckle and do, pulling out and pulling the harness off. She tucked in your chest immediately, cradled, and kissed softly.

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[wakeup01]

The Shorts, Like, Maketh The Man

The black shorts were just laying there, hanging off the empty bench. I know, I know. But I wasn’t usually the type to pick up sweaty used clothing in the street, but there was something drawing me to them. Calling out to me. They weren’t really my style even, clearly gym shorts for the sort of person who spends at least an hour a day looking in the mirror. I’d never even set foot in a gym. But still, they were…nice. The polyester material felt good in my hand. Silky. There was clearly some text on the back of them but I was too excited to bother reading it. Maybe I could have them? It didn’t seem like the owner wanted them anymore anyway. I look around for any onlookers and quietly take them, stuffing them away in my pocket.

I wanted to try them on. Needed to. Finding a secluded area, I remove my trousers and pull the smooth fabric up my unimpressive legs. They felt incredibly good around my waist, like they were made for me. There was a warmth radiating from them. Mmff. They seem to press against…all the right places. Clinging to my skin. I catch myself letting out a soft moan, my face blushing red at hearing the sound. Maybe I should take them off, it would be weird to walk home in someone else’s—someone…some..one. Mine. They were my shorts. I leave the baggy trousers behind and step out into the street, an extra boost of confidence in my step.

While I’m walking my body feels slightly off, as if my weight distribution had shifted. Each foot forward felt heavier, stronger. People start to turn and gaze at me. I catch a glimpse of my chunky arms; were they always that veiny? Huh. I see my reflection strutting in a shop window and freeze on the spot. What on earth? There was a completely different person staring back at me. He was sexy as all hell. I looked like a utter gymrat. I touch my sharp, smooth jaw and run my fingers over my harsh buzzed hair. The visage in the reflection copies my exact movements, a large, self assured smirk set on their face. Curious, I lift the hem of my t-shirt. Woah! I was completely jacked! You could sharpen a blade on these abs.

Somehow I had gained pounds of lean muscle in a matter of minutes and my skin had been tanned a luscious golden hue. Certainly, I wasn’t about to complain about this turn of events. Maybe I should pick up discarded clothes more often!

Fuck, my body was li—like, fit. Just check it out. I pull out my phone and take a selfie. Okay. Maybe several selfies. Fine, maybe it was a couple dozen. Who gives a fuck when you look this hot. I didn’t even care about the pedestrians walking past and staring. They SHOULD stare. Admire this prize. This TROPHY. I was in peak form from head to toe. The shiny shorts accentuated my thick, meaty legs perfectly.

My eyes suddenly catch the time on my phone, pulling me out of my shameless self obsession. Damn, at this rate I was gonna be late for Daddy. Wait. Daddy? That’s not right, I wasn’t…

Ugh. My mind felt all jumbled up, like a finished jigsaw puzzle suddenly dropped to the floor. Pieces scattered. It was…I needed to…Daddy! Like, of course. After all, I was just a trophy boy. HIS trophy. An accessory for him to show off. Sculpting my body just how daddy likes it; my muscles existed for his enjoyment. Not that I didn’t enjoy them too…hmm.

My head hurt. Fuck. Was that right? No, I couldn’t be just some brainless boy toy. Now it made sense why the owner abandoned these damn shorts. Shit, It was altering my mind. I was becoming…I needed to remove these—mmff. But right then I feel the shorts squeeze on my bulge. It felt incredible! I shouldn’t, but I never, like, you know, wanted it to stop. My sensitive cock pulsed, thickening while stretching across the fabric. Ahhh! I grin inanely as pre drips down my leg. Like, yeah. Da—daddy loved his boy all hard. He loved when I did as he instructed. A pretty plastic toy to pose and play with. I was so proud to be his. Yes, I was his; body and mind. Like, how did I forget? I can be such an air-headed ditz sometimes. It’s a good thing Daddy also likes his twunky boys dumb; dumb, vapid and full of cum. I was good at those things. Huhuhuh.

I turn around - biting my lip - and look at my tight rear. The shorts thin fabric was digging between the two round globes. ‘Daddy’s Trophy’ was emblazoned on the back, across my cheeks. Mmff. I give my butt a light slap and watch it jiggle. I happily let out a pleasurable moan; it made me feel nice that everyone would know what I am. Explaining it was like, soo difficult and stuff. Daddy says I shouldn’t stress my pretty little head over such complex things. Uhhh. Anyway, these shorts were his favourite, all his boys wore them. He loved watching me dutifully clean the house in them. Or working out in them. Or obediently fucking him in them. Or being fucked…bouncing on his lap.

Oh right! I just remembered! I was supposed to meet him. Sir wanted to finalise our arrangement, there was one last thing to change before I could sign that dull agreement. His trophy boys were always blond. Blond and basic. Huhu. Just like I was about to be.

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[buckyysdoll]

— 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐭 —

જ⁀➴ — 18+ MDNI • summary: literally just smut cos apparently i’m back in my joel miller phase (not complaining); • a/n: this is basically a redo of something i wrote before i deleted a lot from this blog; • c/w: FILTH, creamp!e, dirty talk, daddy kink. literally just sex, good luck 🫡❤︎︎

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You’re about to come and Joel knows it, wants to talk you through it till you’re soaking his cock.

He’s held up above you on the weight of his elbows and your legs are curved around his bare hips, from which he drives himself into you over again going deep, hitting deeper every time.

Indeed, every pound of his cock to that spot knocks the bedposts back, hitting the wall; with every scrape, there is only your joined, panting moans. The slap of his skin on your own.

“Joel, I’m getting so close,” you manage, hands clawing at his back for some purchase. His mouth has left yours to kiss its way down your damp, heated neck, nipping at you every inch of the way.

“I know sweetheart, I feel you,” Joel murmurs back, lifting one hand to move to your side. Once there, he shifts up your leg to a new, hiked up angle, and the change takes your breath.

Now he can reach so much deeper that each thrust has your throat dry, working hard for each moan.

It also makes Joel that much closer to release, which has threatened since the moment he entered you. To be honest it doesn’t really take much — not with you — to have him ready to come within minutes.

But still tonight, after such a long day, your warmth caught him off guard. He fought hard for composure.

Now then, he’s groaning with his mouth to your ear, praise murmured, kissing where he can reach. “Fuck, that’s it, that’s it. Just take what you need baby, that’s a good girl.”

You might’ve died right there from the praise if his pounding wasn’t keeping you anchored to Earth. You wanted him to please him, to have him be proud, and that need overrode any other base thoughts.

“Joel please.” Please what? You didn’t know. You only knew that you needed him coming, and hard. With him inside you like this, his release would be what sent you over the edge, and he knew it.

The groans from his throat and his fraying composure were enough to have you soaking and pliant beneath him, but now he looked up, met your damp, crying eyes, and fuck but the sight of you like that undid him.

“I know baby, I know. I know that it hurts, but you’re doing so well.” And it really did hurt — the acuteness of need, the way that he filled you and stretched you completely.

He was so big, so thick inside you that your back was near fully arching clean off the bed, bowing to the rhythm that he set with his hands on your hips, guiding you, softly talking you through it.

“You wanna come for me sweetheart, hm? You can let it all go, it’s alright, I’ve got you.” At his words, you felt the telltale creep up your spine of that thick, sweet tension. The heat.

Your pussy convulsed on his cock, and Joel gritted his teeth, his hands fisted in the sheets by your head. He caged you in with his arms either side, and you knew by the tension in his shoulders — almost.

“Come for me.” It was an order, but spoken so softly it sounded like prayer. “Let me feel you,” Joel ground through his teeth, one hand carding through the soft strands of your hair.

And so he did, he felt you, as you sharply exhaled in a cry as you came. Joel’s body was a tether to the bed, to your life, his thrusts no longer steady, but erratic. Desperate.

He chased his own high, and you tightening on him had his eyes screwed shut, throat tight. Joel bit down on your shoulder, stubble harsh on your skin as he came, fingers still threaded — gripped — in your hair.

And God, those sounds that he made; a sweet litany of “fuck,” and your name from his mouth. They almost had you coming again, and you clenched as you felt his release, that slick warmth.

But then he slowed and eventually stilled, soft spasms of the aftershocks deep in your gut. A fine, slight shake took your body and you saw that Joel, too, trembled with his exertion, his pleasure.

He stayed in you long after your hearts had grown calm, and long after you should’ve cleaned up. You stayed there like that, his cock still in you — cockwarmed — until you both woke up later, and were still so entwined.

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[rosesbxrry]

Links for Sunghoon 🔞

Warnings: this contains nsfw links and explicit commentary imagines on my end. Afab! Reader. Minors do not interact. Of course, this is all fictional and none of the materials represents them.

a/n: this a new format of writing I’ve been indulging. It’s a lot of fun to write, and a lot quicker to complete while writing my other wips. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it and definitely helps that I was working on this while they drop the concept photos for the full version 😮‍💨😮‍💨

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He fucks you doggy style when you wear those cute thigh high socks

Sunghoon was quivering on his knees at the sight of you in a skimpy lingerie, a baby pink color that matches the sheer thigh-high socks. His dark eyes linger at the small bows adorn at the sides, and the carnal urge to fuck you in it takes over like a wrecking ball. He’ll squeeze the flesh at the top of your socks, leaving deep crescent indents on the skin from his fingernails. “You drive me so insane, you don’t even know it.” He groans against your neck, biting and sucking hickeys on your collarbone. “You act all innocent and look so sweet, but I know what a dirty mind you really have.” Your moan loudly, clawing at his back desperately when you feel him press his huge bulge against your stomach. He hooks a finger on the top of your sock, pulling at the elastic hem before releasing it to smack on the flesh of your thighs. “You dress up like my pretty little angel just to get fucked like a whore, didn’t you?” You whimpered at how delicious the impact felt, squeezing your thighs together at the pool of wetness drenching your pussy. With a devilish smirk on his face— Sunghoon felt the insatiable hunger at how your body trembles in his arms. “Ass up and head down, doll. I’m gonna make you regret wearing something cute to make me fuck the shit out of you.”

Bending you over any surface so he can fuck you full of his cum like a toy

Your upper body is not completely rested on the table’s surface, enabling him access to your tits— pulling and pinching on your nipples as he pounds you from behind. He’ll reach out to grope your boobs, loving how it threatens to spill from his grip at how much it bounces when he thrusts his hips hard and fast. His hands will move to your love handles, hitting that spot where you scream the loudest over and over again until your head is buried deep into the table’s surface, drooling at how good his big cock was stretching your pussy. Fuck, Sunghoon can’t get enough of this view of you— making him delirious and high on pleasure, and the wet smacking that echoes heightens the tension in the room even more. “Yeah, you like that? Like how I fuck your pussy like a toy?” He’ll taunt, watching your back tense up at his words. “Oh, fuck yes—“ You drawled out, eyes rolling and back arching as you felt his fingers playing with your swollen clit. He was not gentle with the ball of nerve, swirling it back and forth with the pace of his deep thrust. “So close, I’m gonna come…..” Another reason why he loves fucking you in this position? Once he pulls out after cumming inside, he will watch with hooded eyes at how you’ll spread your legs wide for him to see his thick milky seed dripping out of your spent pussy with a proud smile.

Sunghoon likes pinning you against the wall because he wants you close to him

He likes to show off how much he can pin you to the wall with just one hand, caging you with his built body until you feel his weight envelop your whole figure. He'll kiss you sloppily on the lips, swiftly hooking one of your legs around his waist. "I wanna fuck you so bad," He pushed his hard cock into you without warning, not letting you adjust to his size as he began thrusting. "I love you so much that all I want to do is fuck this tight pussy until you can't walk." The initial pain started to wear off, allowing you to clench your walls around him every time he pulled out. “I-I love you, Sunghoon…please fuck me harder….” You gasped out. He didn't waste his time, capturing your lips again in a deep, hungry kiss that took your breath away. You wrap your hands around his neck, deepening the taste of his tongue in your mouth. He did the same, sucking on your bottom lip desperately as he secured your leg closer to his hips. Passionate tension grew immensely ravenous, a suffocating notion that only this position could grant him. Sunghoon would do anything to make love to you at such proximity— ensuring that each other's attention was pledged to this moment's shared pinnacle of pleasure.

When he notices the twitch of your expression and the way your hot walls spasm around his length, it signals him that you are close and he softly murmurs close to your ear like a lullaby. "That's it, my love. Come for me."

When his guilty pleasure is to have passionate shower sex because you feel like heaven under the water

You know, the moment he uttered those words— still standing in front of your shared apartment, a slight nod in understanding from you was aimed his way. “Join me in the shower?” Something like this was nothing unexpected from him. Sunghoon would often feel burned out from his hectic schedule, and his way of reviving his dire condition at the end of busy work day was to have each other’s naked body together— letting the hot water shed the tense muscles under his skin. “Tell me if it’s too hot,” He said from behind, wet hair sticking to his forehead. You were perched on your back against his chest, holding you firm with his hands groping to feel your ample breast. You chuckled at his doting words, especially when he was buried deep inside of you the moment you were under the water.

“I want it to be hotter, can you do that?” You push your hips back, feeling the tip of his cock kissing the deepest end of your womb. Sunghoon let out a deep moan, kissing the expanses of your neck so that his lips were melting you to the bone. “Anything for my princess.” He starts to rock his hips back and forth, the movement causing your tits to rub against the foggy glass door of the wall. Somehow, the water softened the action, yet the intensity never faltered— a slow and soft rhythm that insinuated how raw and intimate his thrust was.

He wouldn’t pull out even after finishing, basking in the after-sex glow while cock warming you until the heat becomes pleasurably unbearable.

Touching himself when he misses you a lot after being away from each other

Sunghoon is a patient man; he can wait a little while to come home and indulge himself with the help of your presence.

However, his preservation was slowly crumbling in both body and mind. Evidently, he was becoming too horny, so he took matters into his own hands while pulling out his hoodie— the one you’ll always wear around the house with nothing but a lacy underwear.

Your faint smell was still there, enticing his body that sends blood straight to his cock. Sunghoon strips down naked, laying on top of the clothing as he teasingly ruts his hips to the thought of you underneath him.

He’ll let out a sharp inhale, squeezing his eyes at the friction of the hoodie against his hard dick. He imagines you’ll warp your legs around his hips, thrusting up to meet him halfway, moaning close to his ears to go faster and harder. Your erect tits will graze on his chest, causing him to buck into the hoodie deeper, rougher.

“S-Sunnghoon! Shit, right there— hmmm!”

He was so high at the thought of you that he could envision your voice moaning his name.

Sunghoon reached up to roll a nipple between his fingertips, the sensation causing him to leak out more precum with gritted teeth. His movement starts to pick up, ecstasy overwhelming his body from the tip of his cock to his heavy balls.

He needed one more push, taking his wet cock in a fist and jerking the length while thumbing the red slit— the way you always like to play with him. Sunghoon choked on a sob, arching his back while repeating your name like a prayer, ropes of hot cum shooting up to bathe his abs with white.

With a hand over his eyes, his chest was panting with exhaustion, reminding him to borrow maybe a pair of panties from you the next time he’s away.

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[holylulusworld]

Wrong scent (3)

Summary: You’re beta and Dean is scared of hurting you. Right?

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Characters: Rowena, Sam Winchester

Warnings: angst, mentions of rejection, a/b/o, scenting, true mates, possessive alpha, slick, mating, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before…you know the drill), knotting, Dean has a big dick, a little crack, unintended voyeurism, Rowena is a little perv

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“Fuck, you smell like the most delicious thing I’ve ever smelled in my whole life,” Dean tugs at your clothing. He growls and purrs while unbuttoning your pants. “I’m gonna make you mine.”

He smirks as you watch him shove your pants down your legs. “Dean, what’s wrong with me,” you immediately put your left hand down your panties to toy with your clit. When you move your hand out of your panties it’s glistening with your slick. “Oh—fuck! I’m leaking.”

“Damn, yes.”

You squeak when Dean grabs your wrist to bring your hand to his lips. He takes your fingers in his mouth, licking the slick off of your digits.

Dean groans as he tastes you on your fingers. “Omega,” you shudder when his glowing orbs focus on your face. “You’re mine. All of you is mine.”

You lick your dry lips. It feels like your body heat is rising per second. You don’t know if it’s Dean or your new presentation. But your pussy is throbbing in need. “Dean…hurry up.”

“Lemme just get your pants down your legs.”

It looks almost comical when Dean fights to drag your pants down your legs and get your shoes off your feet at the same time. “Fuck, get off…fucking shoe.”

Your shoes and pants end up on the ground seconds later. Your eyes darken as Dean finally takes his shirt and pants off. He shoves his boxers down his thighs to free his aching cock.

“OH fuck!” you squeak. “How shall this thing fit? That’s a monster.” You point at his cock standing proud against his stomach.

“It will fit, sweetheart,” he growls. “I’ll put all of it inside of your sweet cunt and make it my home. I’ll never not put my knot inside of you.”

You would giggle at his caveman behavior but your omega purrs in delight as the alpha crawls on top of you. “Dean.”

“I’ve got you, ‘mega,” he cages you with his body and tilts his head to capture your lips in a messy kiss. Dean can barely think straight but tries to take things slow. You never took a knot before, and he doesn’t want to scare or hurt you. “Your body knows what you need. Just let me make you feel good.”

“Yes,” you breathe against his lips. “Dean…please. I want to feel you.”

Dean playfully nudges your cheek with his nose. “You will feel me for days, Y/N,” he purrs against you. “I’ll ruin you for any other man. No one will want your sweet cunt after I’m done with you.”

He ruts his aching cock against your slicked sex. Dean wiggles his hips to nudge at your entrance. “Dean, please…don’t toy with me.”

“I wouldn’t dare to deny my omega,” he kisses you again, slower, and sweet this time. “She deserves getting her pussy pounded.”

He slowly slips the tip in; aware your body is not used to an alpha’s cock. “Fuck, you’re so thick. It won’t fit.”

“I told you,” he growls now, “we will make it fit. You are going to take all of me.”

You purr in response and tilt your head in submission. Dean takes the opportunity to bury his face in your neck. He nips and sucks at your mating gland while moving back and forth to slowly feed you with his cock.

“Dean,” you whine and wrap your arms and legs around him. You wiggle your hips, hoping to help your alpha slide into you. “Fuck…”

Your nails dig into the muscles of his back when he finally bottoms out. Dean grunts and huffs in your neck. “You’re so tight. I can’t…shit…I won’t last long.”

“Shit, you were right,” you whimper as he tilts his hips. His thick cock stretches your walls wider than anyone before and you don’t know if he will be able to move.

Your walls quiver around him, and you are sure you ended up in heaven when Dean finally starts to slide in and out of you at a slow pace. He grunts and mutters something about your cunt, but you are too lost in bliss to even care that he gives your cunt nicknames.

“Deancave…that’s your pussy’s name from now on,” he’s picking up the pace, knees digging into the mattress to give him more leverage. Dean falls into an easy rhythm. “I’m gonna fill this cunt up, and mark it with my cum. No other guy will ever touch you again.”

“De-al,” you shudder underneath your alpha, moaning and whining as your walls start to clench around him.

He pants into your neck. “This will feel odd now,” he purrs against you as his knot slowly expands.

If you felt full before, now you feel like you got double stuffed. Your walls strain against his expanding cock, as you wonder if a cunt can burst.

You close your eyes, relax your body, and let Dean guide you through this new experience. He whispers soft words in your ear and stills his hips. His warmth fills your womb, and his strong arms wrap around your trembling body.

“I’ve got you, Y/N. You did so well for me,” he presses his lips to your forehead. “It’s all good. You are good. I love you.”

“What do you mean, Rowena?” Sam takes two steps at once to get to you and his brother as fast as possible. “ROWENA! Y/N is gone. Dean too. Where are they?”

“I told you to pick them up, not ask questions, Samuel,” Rowena chuckles. “They are fine. You will see when we get there.”

“I don’t trust you.”

“Isn’t that your brother’s line?” Rowena coos as she guides Sam toward the bedroom at the villa she occupies at the moment. “I thought you are the smart and sensitive one.”

“Stop distracting me,” the alpha snarls. “If you hurt one of them…”

Rowena pushes the door open, chuckling as Sam gasps audibly. He covers his eyes and scrunches up his nose as his brother is busy mounting you from behind.

“Sammy, hey…uh—some privacy would be nice,” Dean pants. “Get out! NOW!” He growls. “This is not some live porn!”

“Sorry…uh—sorry,” Sam turns around and flees out of the room. Rowena, though, watches Dean cover your body to rut into you.

“ROWENA!” the younger brother yells. “Out!”

“Don’t be a spoilsport Samuel. I always had a thing for alphas…” she dips her head and hums before finally turning around to leave the room. “My job is done. You can pick them up later…”

“Never. Ever. Do I want to see your naked ass again,” Sam grumbles while driving the Impala. Dean refused to let you go. You are currently cuddling in the backseat as his brother mutters under his breath.

“We didn’t ask you to burst through the door, Sammy,” Dean points out. “Next time, knock. Now drive us back home. My omega is tired.”

You rest your head on Dean’s lap and yawn. His eyes drop to the mark on your neck. The one he left when he knotted you for the last time.

“What happened, Dean?” Sam asks.

“I found my heaven, Sammy. That’s what happened…”

Tags in reblog.

#Wrong scent (3) #dean winchester #dean winchester x you #alpha!dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester smut #alpha!dean x omega!reader #a/b/o

[flowersandbigteeth]

Your orc mate breaks you

General Plot: Oh boy...this one is rough. Your orc mate manipulates you into compliance

Word Count: 1Kish

Orc (Rork) x Female Reader

Masterpost

W: all the warnings, manipulation, starvation, drugging, sfw non con touching and kissing, sfw monster fluff, slightly nsfw mentions of body parts, yandere behavior

Do not read if you are sensetive to those types of things

It had been a few days in Rork’s cabin. You were chained in the basement to the wall. He hadn’t come to see you in hours. You wondered if he’d forgotten about you. He hadn’t fed you in two days. Your stomach ached from hunger but you had been staying strong. You’d refused to stop screaming when he touched you, so he told you he wouldn’t feed you until you gave in.

“Roooork,” you moaned, curling on your side. 

In a moment he was there, as if he’d been waiting for this moment nearby. 

“I wish you would stop this (Y/N),” he sighed, crouching down next to you, “I don’t like doing this to you, but it’s the only way to make you behave.” 

You reached out a shaky hand and pulled his hand to your cheek. 

“Please…touch me…feed me…please,” you murmured, not sure which you were begging for more. He’d broken you in just a few days. You were probably in no danger of dying yet, but you weren’t made for torture. 

He smiled at you, brushing your hair out of your eyes in victory. He unlocked you and scooped you up in his arms, taking you to the kitchen. Soup was boiling on the stove and he propped you on one forearm so he could ladle some into a bowl with the other hand. 

When he finally managed to get you and the soup to the small kitchen table, he settled you in his lap and fed you a spoonful. You grabbed for the utensil, starving and wanting to dig into the bowl, but he stopped you, pinning your hand to your side with his big arm. 

“No, if I let you, you'll eat too fast and get sick,” he chided, “be good and let me feed you.” 

You were too hungry and weak to argue with him, opening your mouth like a baby chick. Bite by bite he fed you, stopping occasionally to smile at you and whisper some sweet nothing in your ear. 

When he was done he pulled you to him like a teddy bear. 

“I’ve been waiting patiently so we could cuddle,” he beamed as if you should be proud of him. 

His large hands moved over your body, pinching and fondling as he went. 

“You’re too thin,” he grumbled, “you shouldn’t have done that to yourself.” 

You didn’t remind him of the truth,that he had been the one starving you. 

“I’m glad you’ve come to your senses,” he chirped, squeezing your breast, “now we can have fun together.” 

Your heart thumped, worried what that meant and you stiffened. 

“You're too stiff,” he said, “don’t worry. We can fix that.” 

He got up and fished through a cabinet, pulling out some syrup. Pouring it onto a spoon he held it out to you. You didn’t open your lips. Whatever that was, you didn’t want to take it. 

“Am I going to have to put you in the basement again?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

You shook your head rapidly, opening your mouth. He shoved the spoon past your lips and a sickly sweet flavor invaded your taste buds. You choked it down with a gulp. 

“That wasn’t so hard.” 

He rubbed your cheek with his thumb to reward you. Immediately you felt strange, your head getting swimmy. 

“W-what…?” you stuttered starting to get frightened, but your body was sluggish as if you were moving through molasses. You fell forward against Rork, his warm body feeling nice against yours. 

A big hand rubbed your back as he carried you to the couch. It felt divine. “That’s it mate,” he purred, “just relax. Everything is fine.” 

“N-no,” you slurred trying to fight it. 

You weren’t sleepy, just slow and sensitive. Your tongue felt like it weighed a pound in your mouth. 

“I just want you to get used to my touch,” he said, running his thick fingers down your spine and across your bottom. 

His strong hands felt nice, firm, safe. This wasn’t so bad. You could do this if he was going to feed you. He pulled a leg into his hand, looking it over and fingering the tender skin. 

“You are so pretty and tiny, (Y/N),” he murmured, “if you’d just surrender we could do so many things together. I know you are just a little frightened, you’ll get over that soon.” 

He cupped your foot, lifting you like you weighed nothing and pressed a kiss on the inside of your knee. You moaned a little, despite your best effort to stifle it, putting a smirk on his face. 

His hand carded your hair and he dipped his head again, this time to run his nose along your neck. 

“You smell so right,” he said, “like mine.” 

All you could do was whimper as your skin sparkled under his touch. He peppered the tender spot with kisses, seemingly unable to stop himself. Your stomach fluttered and heat pooled in your core. It felt heavenly, your body was so sensitive, soaking up his every touch. Your nipples pebbled in your bra, the silky fabric stimulating you in its own way and your legs squirmed, as your needy clit ached.  

“That’s it, doesn’t that feel good?” he cooed, “give in. It’s so much easier if you just give in. What do you gain by fighting? Your shitty house? Your shitty job? I can give you everything you want and things you didn’t know you needed. You only need to let me have you.” 

You nodded slowly, melting into his arms like goo.  

He looked pleased, his mouth hovering over yours for just a moment, as if he wasn’t sure, before pressing his lips to yours. His tusks brushed your cheeks, making your heart shiver. You’d always had a thing for big teeth and his were the biggest. He moved his mouth carefully as if he were afraid he was going to chase you away, giving your bottom lip the slightest brush with his tongue. When your lips instinctively opened he took the opportunity to delve inside and you tasted him for the first time. His tongue reminded you of mint and honey. Yours was too slow to be of much use so you let him explore. 

He grew more confident, stroking you, thrusting in and out in a pantomime of what he really wanted to do to you. His large hand engulfed your head, creating a safe little cave for your shame. 

You shouldn’t be letting him do this to you. You should have fought harder…but it felt so good…right. The realization scared you somewhere far away in your mind. The drug was still muddling your thoughts.

He moaned into your mouth short circuiting what few brain cells were still working. His chest rumbled against you in some animal way that the animal in you couldn’t help but respond to. 

Rork knew somewhere in his conscience that he shouldn’t be doing this. He was crossing a line drugging you and kissing you. As he looked into your glazed eyes, some part of him pinched, knowing it was wrong.

But, he had crossed a lot of lines. Probably starting when he first stalked you. He couldn’t stop himself. You were perfect. His perfect little mate. He had to have you. More than that, he had to possess you completely. If he was going to do this, why hold himself back? He needed to break you down, make you totally reliant on him. Then you would never leave him. You could never leave him.

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[romanstheory]

All Over Again a Roman Reigns One Shot

Warnings: smut, fluff, language, visuals, arguing, size kink?

Word Count: 718

18+

“Oh what the fuck ever Joe that’s what you always say!” I scream at my husband, Roman Reigns. He enrages me every single time we have this discussion. I talk about us spending no time together, he says he has to work, I get angry and we do it over and over again. God I love him but I don’t know how much more of this I can take. “What do you want me to do? Just stop? I can’t do that right now I have a contract that I have to fulfill” Roman argues back “my hands are tied for the next few months and you know that”

“I don’t want to hear it Joe! Even when you’re not working you’re still working” I scream “when do I become the priority again?”. I’ve been with Roman for years now…. I was here before WWE, before football, I was here before it all. I’m so proud of him, but it feels like I have to fight for any of his time. We used to go out every week back when things were simple….. I miss those times. “I just want a minute of your time without interruption. Why is that so hard to get through your thick ass skull?” I scream, tears building in my eyes. Roman hated seeing me cry.

His once angry face softens at the sight of me ready to burst into tears. “Baby…. I-….. I’m sorry. I guess I just didn’t think about it like that” Roman says through his deep voice. “That’s all I’ve been trying to say” I say softly. He makes his way around the kitchen island, pulling me into a deep embrace. “I’ll pull some strings” He says. His big body completely covers mine, my head resting just below his warm chest. He bends down, kissing the top of my head “I promise” he whispers.

The next day rolls around, and I wake up to Roman not beside me but a dress and shoes with a note next to them. The note reads put this sexy dress on and be ready by 12, the driver is waiting on you -Joe.

I smirk to myself and begin getting ready. Of course it’s red, that’s all he ever wants to see me in.

I get ready just in time for the car to arrive. I spray myself with my favorite perfume and quickly strut out the door. I text Roman letting him know I’m on my way, he replies with a heart emoji. I stare out the window hoping to recognize where we might be going, but I have no clue. Finally we arrive and the driver opens my door. It’s a five star restaurant, but nobody else is in the parking lot. I open the door and I’m immediately greeted by a server who guides me to the back. The room is covered in roses, the white one my favorite.

I look over to see a grinning Roman at a candlelit table. “Damn you look hot” He says scanning my body up and down. “I knew you would look good in that”. We spent hours talking as if it was our first date all over again. He made me blush like we were kids again. It was like he made me fall in love all over again. We walk into our home, giggling and holding hands like we’re kids slap happy to be in each others company.

We shower together, planting steamy kisses all over each other. I haven’t felt this close to him in so long. We dry each other off and head to our bedroom where I’m immediately met with Roman picking my petite body up so that I’m eye level with him. He begins kissing me. Our tongues wrestled back and fourth, winding and wrapping together. Our naked bodies melted into each other as he pressed my back against the wall. His huge hands cupped my warm ass while he guided himself into me.

Oh I missed this…. I missed HIM. He moves himself in and out of me with ease, my body was ready for every inch of him. “Fuck” he whispers, his voice echoing through my body. I wrap my arms around his neck while he continues to pound me with passion. My breasts bouncing in unison with his deep passionate strokes. “I’m! Oh! Oh! Oh my god!” I scream as my climax approaches unexpectedly and intensely. Romans eyes darkened with lust, he keeps stroking making my climax even more tense. His strokes become shorter, I can tell he’s close. He clenched his jaw, and his veins become visible as he releases his load deep inside of me. He strokes one last time before moving us both to the bed. “Should we maybe continue in the shower?” He suggests with a smirk

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[the-grimm-writer]

Can you write a drabble of Mahito non-conning his darling but praising them and being soft while he's rough with her

ANON I COULD KISS YOU

Tw: mahito. noncon, low-key monster fucking, size kink, praise, dacryphilia, belly bulge, fem reader

"You're doing so good, baby," Mahito cooed, his hands wrapped around your waist, not letting you move away as he guided you down his length inch by inch.

You whimpered, tears streaming down your face. Your walls were stretching from the thickness invading it, pain shooting up your core. It was all too much, the feeling making your head spin.

"It - it's too much, Mahito." You gasped. "Please pull out..."

He looked at you, a smile stretching its way to his face. "Aw, you think I'm too big?" He chuckled when you quickly nodded your head. He pulled you down more, your soft wail giving him a throb of pleasure.

"That's cute, because I think I'm just the right size for my little human." He grinned. "Isn't that what pretty girls like you like? Being filled and stuffed with cock?"

You shook your head and he laughed, letting one of his hands wander up and run through your hair, gently combing his fingers through it when you buried your face into the crook of his neck, chanting “too much.” Feeling your tears drip down his skin almost made him lose control, but he’d promised himself that he’d be gentle with you. 

Mahito swore softly pushing himself up into you. It wasn’t just enough to fuck you, even though he did twitch at the thought of pounding into you until you went dumb. He wanted to feel you.

He could feel your soul through your skin, feel it quivering with fear and the pure  innocence that he was slowly corrupting little by little. He could change you right now if he wanted to, but every time he was about to, he found himself backing away. 

You weren’t like his other toys. Of course he wanted to hurt and break you, but he didn’t want to change you. Maybe it’s because your the first human that’s captured his attention like this, the only one who’s seen him at his very worst and is still by his side.

It was addicting. Maybe it was love, he could never know since that was one of the emotions he never did completely grasp. Sometimes he did like saying it, and he couldn’t deny the way he lit up whenever he forced you to say you love him back. Whether you mean it or not he couldn’t bring himself to care. 

But if he could have you like this forever, crying and clinging onto him, he would never have the need for anything else. And to you, that was a worse fate than all the humans that had captured his attention before you. 

You were wailing when he bottomed into you. Every inch and every vein rubbing your insides without him even moving yet. He could see in his peripheral vision the outline of your stomach stretched, skin outlining the shape of him. He couldn’t resist putting his hand on your stomach to get a feel of it, the little gasps and wines you let out from it causing him to apply more pressure. 

“I’m so proud of you. Are you going to continue being a good girl for me?” Mahito gently tugged your hair, making you pull away from him so you’d look into his mix-matched eyes. 

You nodded your head, staying still as he gently wiped your tears away. You were so desperate to please him, he almost wanted to see if you could take just a little bit more. 

 “I’m so glad,” he smiled wickedly, making more tears stream down your puffy cheeks. “Now we can start the real fun.” 

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