#but their soft heart eyes are driving me crazy again so im back at it

[crimsonbubble]

Hi! Liu Kang thirst anon, back at it again with another thought about my mans. Like, we all seem to unanimously agree that Liu Kang’s an absolute sweetheart and the softest dom to ever dom, but I kinda want to flip the script a little bit. Like, I want to see what he’d be like if his partner decided to deliberately push his buttons and get him to snap so he’ll punish them. I still don’t see him being mean about it, but I definitely see him as a brat tamer, and I think he’d honestly be amused by their antics. But yeah, if you want to write it, I’d love to see Liu Kang taming a bratty partner, thank you and ily! 💜

cw. nsfw, gn!reader, brat taming, spanking, slight degradation *not proofread, just pure horny

[im crying but not from my eyes]

I love soft dom liu kang

But I also love seeing normally calm and level-headed men snap

Soft dom liu kang has my heart but the thought of him getting irritated enough that he resorts to ‘physically’ disciplining you drives me crazy

First off, it takes a lot to get him angry

And I mean, like a lot

He has an insane amount of patience, given that he is a god

He starts with soft chides and gently redirects you

He laughs along with you as you pull another stunt

But his actions get slightly more harsh as you continue to poke and prod at him

You can see that you’re getting to him by how he crosses his arms over his chest and the tightening clench of his jaw

He gives you barren glances, his tone of voice becoming more stern

But the second you hear the screech of his chair being pushed back as he stands up abruptly, you know you’ve done it

He is quick to drag you over to his desk, holding your wrists against your back as he bends you over the polished wood

Uses his other hand to drag your pants and underwear to rest just below the curve of your ass

The type to say “If you utter a word, I will start over.”

And he’s a man of his word

The second you speak after he starts, he pauses for a moment, letting out a deep breath

He can hear the shit-eating grin on your face as you laugh

He starts again, this time harder than the previous attempt

You interrupt again, but this time he swats at your ass with the strength he has never shown you

The level of strength that he only uses in kombat

You’re sure that he’s gonna leave a mark

He doesn’t stop until there’s a sufficient amount of marks on your ass, tears streaming down your cheeks and pleasurable sobs raking your body

He’ll revert to a calmer mindset and apply a soothing gel to your sore skin

He’ll take care of you before carefully sending you on your way

But don’t worry, he’s nowhere near done with you yet <3

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[kimchichaehi]

Can I ask G!p Kazuha?

Studying w needy!G!P!zuha

No. Jkjk im so glad u asked bc i was literally writing one

Contains -> handjob, subby zuha, g!p zuha, idk stuff, NSFW

YOU waited patiently for her answer, watching her as she thought about what she’d answer with. And a few minutes later, she finally answered. And, it was obviously right. So, you cupped her cheek and pressed your lips to hers. Except....when you tried pulling away, she pulled you closer.

The two of you were studying but you noticed how easily her attention drifted off to other things, the way your shirt hugged your chest, the way you’d look up at her when you asked her a question

But she especially kept her gaze trailed on your lips, while you read out a question, after you kissed her, before.

"More," she whispered, kissing you again, with more heat. More hunger. "Please, just a few more." She begged against your lips, using one of Her hands to place on the back of your head, pulling your face closer to hers, her tongue sliding into your mouth.

You smiled softly as you looked into her eyes "yeah? Want more..?" You said with a sly smirk, you loved just how needy she’d get just by your kisses alone.

Zuha blushed at your words, feeling her heart race in her chest. “Mhm..” she hummed, her pretty black eyes filled with longing as she leaned in to capture your lips once again. Her kiss was filled with a mix of sweetness and hunger, her lips moving against yours with a growing feverish.

"Mm…you're so needy, aren't you?" You smiled as you kissed back, your hand holding her chin

She blushed even deeper at your words, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement. She couldn't deny it, she was indeed extremely needy for you. "I-I can't help it," she admitted, her voice slightly shaky.

"Being with you just... drives me crazy." She continued to kiss you, her hands gently cupping your face as she deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring your mouth with a gentle fervor.

"I can tell.” You muttered with a smile against her lips “You've been hard ever since i first kissed you..so cute."you said as she pulled away and started kissing your neck.

Zuha smiled softly, her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink as she nuzzled against your neck, her lips brushing against your skin with feather-light kisses. "I-I can't help it," she whispered, her voice filled with need.her lips trailed along your neck, planting soft kisses and leaving a trail of gentle nips as her hands wandered down to your waist, pulling you closer to her.

"S'okay i don't mind."you mumbled as your hand slid close to her bulge zuha whined softly, her breath hitching in her throat as your hand brushed against her hardened cock.

"i like how needy you are."you smiled as you pulled her hard cock out of her boxers, yes she was in her boxers her expression quickly changed into a soft pout with her brows furrowed so cutely, her body already trembling under your touch.

Her hips instinctively bucked forward, seeking more contact with your hand as her eyes locked onto yours, her gaze filled with longing and adoration.

"You have no idea How much I crave you.” She whined

"Yeah? Then show me...cum with only my hand." | smiled as i pressed a soft kiss to her lip

the warmth of your touch sending shivers down her spine. With a shaky breath, she began to move her hips, thrusting gently into your hand as she chased the pleasure building within her.

Her eyes locked with yours, filled with a mix of vulnerability and desire. She wanted to make you proud, to show you just how good she could be. Your pace quickened, her hips bucking in sync with your touch as she chased the edge.

With each stroke, her moans grew louder, her grip on your hand tightening. She was lost in a haze of pleasure, her body trembling and her mind consumed by you, only you.

"Fuck, oh god," she moaned, her voice filled with raw desire. "I'm so close, so fucking close. Just like this, with your hand, I'm going to cum for you."

Her hips movements became more erratic, her breathing ragged as she approached her release. And with a final, desperate thrust, she came undone, her body tensing as her cum spilled into your hand, her soft moans filling the air.

As her climax subsided, she immediately leaned in to capture your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure.

"So fucking cute." You laugh as you lick her sweet cum off your hand, making her cheeks flush

Chaez notez-> tried a more like idk but i tried something diff w my wording is it good should i keep doing it like that or nah?

#kpop smut #kpop gg smut #g!p #kazuha smut #kazuha x reader #kazuha le sserafim #nakamura kazuha smut #nakamura kazuha x reader #le sserafim smut #le sserafim kazuha

[beautifulbrainrot]

Number 23 of smut prompts with sub!spencer??? 🪷

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Prompt 23 : I love your body, baby. Everything you hate about it is what drives me crazy.

okay i got 2 asks for this prompt so this one is insecure spence, and the next will be insecure reader!

cw 18+ minors dni. insecurity, negative self talk from spencer, sub!spence, blowjobs

“why are you with me?”

“what??” you replied, turning your head towards where spencer was standing in disbelief.

“i mean, you’re beautiful! you could have any guy so why me?.. i mean im awkward and annoying and im skinny and weak, surely you would want a guy stronger and more.. dominant? like morgan. i just don’t understand.”

“oh spencer,” you crooned, getting up from your spot of the bed and walking towards him, “spencer i don’t want anyone else, only you. your perfect.”

“but i talk to much and my hairs always messy and i may be tall but i’m lanky and boney with no muscles-“

“spence stop!” you exclaimed, cutting off his negative rambling. you placed your hand on his cheek and stared into his sad eyes, your heart breaking as you saw the hurt and self hatred in them.

“spencer you are the most kind and lovely person i’ve ever met, i love your personality, i love your ramblings! and i love your body, baby. everything you hate about it is what drives me crazy.” you finished, trailing your hands down his back and pushing his hips to yours to emphasise you point. he squeaked as you did so, the sadness in his doe eyes melting into lust as he looked at you.

“you and your body are perfect. will you let me show you how much i love it baby?” you murmured against his skin, pressing soft kisses to his pink cheeks.

“yes! .. i would like that..” he squeaked out, faltering as you started pushing him back to your bed you were previously lying on. once he was seated on the edge of the bed you dropped down to your knees and spread his legs, licking your lips at the bulge forming in his trousers. he trembled lightly in anticipation as you slowly unbuttoned and pulled down his pants leaving him in his purple boxers. his breath hitched as you started sucking on the soft flesh of his thighs, slowly inching closer to the edge of his underwear.

“you’re so goddamn beautiful spencer.” you purred into his skin, looking up into his eyes as you gently tugged down his boxers, revealing his hard and leaking cock to you.

“your my beautiful boy.” you stated as you suddenly took him into your mouth, pushing your head as far down as you could before pulling up and tracing your tongue along his slit. his head dropped back and he let out a loud moan followed by a series of whimpers as you continued your movements, the feeling of your warm and wet mouth making his eyes roll back.

“mmm you sound so pretty baby. you always do..” you murmured as you briefly lifted yourself off him before going back down again. his legs shook lightly as his orgasm approached, and you could feels his thighs tense as he got closer to the edge.

“are you going to cum spence?” your whispered, using your hand to continue stroking him so you could gaze at his gorgeous face as it contorted in please. you almost moaner yourself as a mother strangled moan escaped him when your rubbed your thumb over his sensitive and leaking tip.

“i’m going to cum- please let me cum! i need it s- so bad!” he whined, trying not to buck into your hand so you would grant him his wish.

“since your such a good boy spence you may cum.”

he moaned in relief as you put you mouth back on him, bobbing up and down a couple times before his shot cum down the back of your throat with a series of lewd moans that were like music to your ears.

you removed yourself from him so to not overstimulate him too much and got on the bed to lay next to him.

“spencer i really mean it. i love you and i love your body and your personality. i want to be with you, not anyone else.”

“i love you.” he whispered, curling into your chest.

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lmk if you enjoyed! likes, reposts and comments are all appreciated! prompt list here :

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #spencer reid smut #sub spencer reid #sub!spencer #spencer reid fanfiction #sub!spencer reid #prompts #sub!spence #🪷 #🪷 anon

[levilxvr]

Forget about him. (p2)

PART 1

PAIRINGS: levi x f!reader

WARNINGS: nsfw 18+, breakup, car sex

SUMMARY: erwin calls to tell you he won’t be home for the night so levi drives you to his apartment, where he can no longer hold back his desires.

Your phone rings and you curse.

“fuck, he’s calling.”

You quickly end the call with levi and pick up erwin’s incoming call, then sigh when you hear him giggling over the indie music blasting in the background. Clearly he’s drunk again- he never controls his alcohol intake. Typical erwin.

“hey,” you mumble

“hey baby, im gonna be over at marlene’s place for the night, hic- you ok to be alone right?” You rolled your eyes. The fact that he had the audacity to explicitly state who he was sleeping with made you want to hang up on him. Normally he wouldn’t say who he was with, but this time he seemed too intoxicated to think properly.

“Oh, can I go home then?” You fake a little bit of sadness in your tone. Not like he cares anyway.

“Yeah- hic- okay I gotta go now, I’ll see you tomorrow baby cant wait to see your pretty-”

You hang up on him, throwing the phone aside when you remember you’re still laying there with your shorts off, panties damp with cum. You can’t stop thinking about the fact that right now, he was probably heading to some other girl’s place to sleep- no, probably fuck. You ignore the hurt in your heart and finish cleaning yourself up and retrieve the extra set of clothes from erwin’s closet, throwing your soiled ones into his laundry basket as you pick up your phone again.

Fine, if he wants to play this stupid game he can go ahead. You had other plans, anyway. It’s still pretty early, about 10:30pm. Your phone buzzes and you see a banner come in, this time from levi.

levi: everything alright?

you: yep, he’s staying over at someone’s place tonight and won’t be home.

levi: oh

you: I was thinking, if you don’t mind maybe you could drive over? Wanna chat with you.

levi: of course, meet me at the parking lot in ten :)

On the other end of the line, he’s got the silliest grin on his face. His heart flutters in his chest and he immediately shoots out of bed, throwing on a black hoodie and grabbing the car keys. Erwin’s place isn’t too far from his, it’s just down the road a few blocks away. Two years ago when he’d just gotten his first apartment, he used to meet up frequently with erwin at the park round the bend. But now..his heart sunk a little when he realized they probably couldn’t be best friends anymore.

Screw it, his jaw tightened. You deserved better. And after doing what he just did with you over the phone..Sure, it felt amazing and he got the relief he needed so bad. But it also left him wanting more. He couldn’t get the sound of your pretty moans out of his head since you hung up and it was driving him crazy. He felt like his old self a few years back when he was a horny teenager.

Soon levi was pulling over at the parking lot as you emerged from the lift lobby, walking over to his car. You get in the front seat beside him and, with your sudden surge of confidence, peck his cheek lightly. “Where to?”

“We can go to my place if you’re ok?” You can barely make out the blush on his cheeks in the dim lighting of his car.

“I’d like that.”

The drive to his apartment is silent. His right hand is on your exposed thigh, thumb stroking idle circles on the soft skin as you try to keep it together. Your gaze is focused on his hand, that pale, slender hand you imagine thrusting in and out of you every night. Now that you actually look at it in detail, you realize how smooth and veiny it is, his nails neatly trimmed as well.

“What’re you thinking about?” he asks softly, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Not much.”

He hums in response. Every time he glances at you from his peripheral view all he thinks about is how perfect you are. As you stop at a traffic light, he’s admiring your hair, your features, your outfit..hold on. “Is that my hoodie?”

“Mhm. It’s the one you lent me at the library a few weeks ago.”

His breath catches. God, suddenly you became even more attractive.

You let out a sigh and lean in to rest your head on his shoulder. Somehow it’s so natural, and you don’t feel the same tension that’s lingering in the air whenever you’re with erwin. Levi tells you that you’re reaching, giving your thigh a little squeeze. He parks the car in the corner lot but doesn’t get out- instead he relaxes back into the seat and wraps an arm around you.

“Can I ask you something?” You face him, taking his hand.

“hm?”

“Did you really mean it when you told me to forget about him and just..you know,”

“Of course I did.” He closes his eyes and kisses your hair. He loves the smell of that sweet coconut shampoo you use. “Did you think I said it in the heat of the moment?”

You shrug and he lets out a long breath.

“Fucking hell y/n, you have no idea how badly I’ve been wanting to be with you. I just didn’t want to ruin things between you and Erwin. Thought maybe it would get better, but now that you’re really gonna break up with him, shit, I don’t think I can control myself anymore.”

“Then don’t.” You slip your hands under his hoodie, finally running your fingers over the toned, smooth skin you’ve always wanted to feel. His muscles tense and he shivers as you begin tracing the lines of his abdomen.

“What?” His voice is shaky.

“You don’t need to control yourself anymore, levi.”

He pulls away from you and bites his lower lip, hesitating for a moment as he runs a hand through his already tousled black hair. “You sure?” His fingers caress your jaw, thumb pressing down lightly on your lip. You give him a knowing smile and seconds later you’re both leaning in to kiss each other. It’s sloppy and rough, there’s no rhythm but neither of you care. Months of emotions- sadness, anger, love, joy, are all escaping from him as he tightens his grip on your waist and pushes himself closer to you.

“Backseat?”

“Why?”

“Kinda wanna fuck you real bad.” You laugh at how casually he says it.

“Your house is right there, levi.”

“don’t care.”

Then you’re on his lap, legs on either side of his as he grabs your ass and pulls off your shorts. He lets you grind against him, feeling his pants become tight again as his cock hardens. The little noises you let out only made him throb as he hastily yanks the fabric down, letting his erection free. It’s about the same size as you imagined, maybe slightly thicker. You straddle his hips and press yourself against the shaft, precum dribbling from the tiny slit.

Levi’s forehead is pressed against your shoulder, whimpering and cursing softly as he guides his cock to your hole, being careful not to do it too fast. You’re so soft and warm, it’s even better than he thought it would be, nearly cumming on the spot because of how good it feels. You didn’t realize how pent up you were until you felt him stretching you out so blissfully, pussy hugging him so tightly you can practically feel him throbbing inside you.

You start bouncing on his cock, starting slow while he adjusts to the feeling. Levi can’t believe you’re actually doing this right now, it feels like a dream come true. He pulls you in for another kiss, desperately beginning to thrust himself upwards in rhythm with your movements. Your fingernails dig into his back when his thumb presses against your clit, toying with it while his other hand slides under your top, brushing it on the underside of your breast.

“fuck, i’m so close baby,” he moans, head hitting the back of the seat as he hisses through his teeth. Usually he takes longer to cum but this time it just feels too damn good and he’s so sensitive. He can tell you’re gonna cum soon as well from the way you’re squeezing around him, so he speeds up and you feel the head of his cock kissing your sweet spot.

“fuck, yes levi- right there,”

“here?” he groans, doing the same thing as you whimper. It’s the first time hes fucking you and yet he knows your body so well.

“you on the pill right?”

“mhm,shit i’m gonna cum-”

“me too pretty girl.” his voice is a pitch higher, breathy moans escaping his swollen lips as you both climax. Levi stills inside you as he empties his load and your head is thrown back while you ride out your orgasm. It’s more intense than the ones you’ve been giving yourself for the past month, and your legs are shaking as you try to lift your hips off him.

“fuck baby, look what you did,” he gasps, tensing at the wet mess you made over his legs. Shit, he couldn’t believe he made you squirt. You’re surprised as well, cuz you’ve never done it before. But before you can recover from your high, his strong hands are flipping you over so you’re lying across the backseats, Hips slamming against yours as he continues fucking you.

“levilevilevi, wait i’m-” still sensitive, you were gonna say, but the rest of the sentence turned into a high pitched groan as you feel your core heating up again. Minutes later he’s sending you over the edge for the second time and your pussy clenches around him, clear fluid spurting onto his abdomen.

You’re breathing hard, body trembling as he leans down to kiss your lips. He watches as a mix of both of your fluids begin seeping out of your cunt, burying his cock back inside you to push it back in. “shit, you’re so hot, I could do this all day.”

you giggle and tangle your fingers in his silky hair, lying below him in silence for a while.

“Let's go upstairs and get in bed, it’s gonna be midnight soon.”

-

The next morning, you’re woken up by the sound of your phone ringing. You’re tangled in levi’s arms and he lets out a low, sleepy groan as you reluctantly wriggle out of his grip. Unsurprisingly it’s erwin calling you- probably wondering why you’re not home.

“hello there, hope you had fun with marlene last night.”

“Babe, are you out?”

“Yeah, don’t bother looking for me, I’m done with our relationship.”

“What the hell?”

“i’m breaking up with you, erwin.”

He starts bombarding you with a bunch of questions you can't be bothered to answer, so you hang up on him mid sentence and put your phone on silent mode. You feel levi’s arms wrap around your waist from behind, pulling you down beside him as he tucks your hair behind your ear. He gives you a small smile.

“that’s my girl.”

#levi x reader smut #levi ackerman smut #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi attack on titan #levi smut #levi ackerman #here is the part 2 to feed your hungry souls🤗 #n.sfw #levi x fem!reader

[jodsx1x]

Can I request prompt 3 “stay with me tonight?” And prompt 15 “who would’ve known you were such a softie” together please ☺️ need soft, loving Derek in my life 🥺 tysm 🩷

big softie.

summary; first ‘i love you’. soft derek is my favourite.

warnings: fluff, l bombs.

“this movie is scarier than you said it would be, derek.” i say in a teasing, angry tone as i hide behind the fuzzy blanket and sink further into the sofa.

“i think i remember you saying you liked horror movies and none of them really scared you” he teases back, piling me into his lap a little more.

“well i was obviously lying” i mumble, earning a soft chuckle from him.

“there’s only about half an hour left, baby” he mumbles, rubbing a hand over my thigh to comfort me, only making me heart rate pick up even more.

derek and i have been dating around a month and a half, still new and fresh, taking things slowly. but i want nothing more than to wake up with him beside me in the morning, or to fall asleep curled up in his arms. i can’t imagine anything would feel safer than that. i’d love to put on one of his t shirts, get ready for bed with him, curl up beside him. taking it slow the first few weeks with him was amazing and exciting, but as my feelings grow stronger and stronger i just want more of him.

“what’s got you in your head, pretty?” he asks, stroking the side of my face with his thumb. i look over at him, shrugging, “just wondering how i’ll get home tonight” i give a tiny hint.

“i’ll drive you, baby” he mumbles, glancing from the tv over to me for a second. just a second, and it’s like he could read me. “or, you could stay with me tonight?”

my cheeks flush pink, knowing i was caught out so easily. i should know better. “if that’s okay with you? i mean do you- do you want to do that?” i ask nervously, hoping he isn’t just asking just because i want to.

“i’d love it, please do stay over” he smiles, grabbing my hips and pulling me onto his lap.

i giggle, straddling his thighs and holding onto his shoulders. “okay, i don’t have anything though, no toothbrush or any pj’s” he smiles from my comment.

“well, i have a spare toothbrush which you can claim as yours and keep here, yknow for when you stay over” he starts and i feel a little giddy with excitement at the small steps we’re making. “and you can steal one of my t shirts to keep as your own, to use when you sleep over here” he finishes with a small smile of his own.

“wow, did you do this with all the girls you’ve been with?” i giggle, teasing him.

“nope, just you” he bites his bottom lip with a grin. “i guess there’s just something special about you”.

“wow, who knew you were such a softie” i lean a little closer to him.

“i’m serious, there really is something special about you. i don’t know, i’ve just never felt this way about somebody before” he says, hands wrapping around my waist and tightening.

“i feel the same way.” i smile, eyes scrunching a little from all of the happiness i feel when i’m around him. derek looks at me with almost heart eyes,

“everytime you smile i think my heart bursts” he gulps. i blush again,

“you’ve got to stop, i can barely take all of these sweet comments my face is so warm” i cover my face with one hand.

“do not cover your adorable face from me ever again” he says sternly, but with a smile on his face as he pulls away my hand and places it on his chest instead. i leave my hand there.

“c’mere, give me a kiss” he mumbles, and i do it immediately. i’ll never get tired of his lips, so soft and gentle, fitting with mine perfectly. his hands grab my hips more, pulling me closer to him, my hands resting on his cheeks.

“im crazy about you” i mumble against his lips. he hums back. “me too”, not wanting to break our kiss.

“i love you” i mumble, not really thinking about what i’m saying, but that makes him pull back. i soon realise what i’ve done, and i panic. he’s shocked, lips a little swollen and pink, eyes wide and glassy.

“i’m sorry, it just came out” i ramble, hands flicking about everywhere as i come up with excuse after excuse. “it was just a momentary thing, h-heat of the moment, im sorry i’m so sorr-”

he cuts me off, pressing his lips back onto mine desperately. i whine a little at the intense kiss, causing him to pull back and look at me with a dazed expression.

“i fucking love you”. is all he said.

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this one’s a little shorter than the others, but i’m hoping you still liked it and it was still cute. thankyou so much for the request angel.

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[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Villainous Nick was very good 😊 I wonder how Matt would be in that situation? 🤔

Thank you, darling 🥰. Ugh, yes 😮‍💨

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The soft moaning and panting were a clear sign of what was happening in that parking lot, behind the black SUV. But see, you didn’t mean for this to happen, the only reason you got inside his car was because you wanted to avoid causing a scene in front of your coworkers, again. Matt and his god complex didn’t allow him to have the merest hint of embarrassment, he was solely proud of everything he did, no matter how problematic it was.

He had trapped you in a corner of the arena hallway, pledging he just “wanted to talk”. You debated not going, knowing how artful he could be, but deep down you felt like you somehow needed this closure. You owe it to your heart and mind, and to have some peace of mind you decided to set the record straight.

After a few failed attempts at getting you back with his soft, pleading, warm chocolate eyes, pouts, and endless promises of being a different person, Matt decided to use the one thing he knew was impossible for you to resist: your sexual chemistry.

“Your body doesn’t lie, dovey. I can hear it calling for me, begging to feel me again. And I know you can hear it too” Matt’s hands traveled down your sides, gripping your waist and full hips as his body pinned you against the backdoor of his rental car.

You felt his erection pressing below your navel, and the slightest sign of a reaction caused Matt to internally smirk to himself before he brushed the tip of his nose against your cheek.

“Don’t you miss me? ‘Cause I sure as hell miss you every day. Here, feel it” Matt took your hand and placed it on top of his hard-on through the jeans. “This is how much I miss you, this is what I go through every time I think of you”.

You turned your face to the left side, fixing your gaze on the backdoor of the arena that led to the parking lot in an attempt to focus on anything but Matt or his touch. Your hand lingered on top of his clothed cock, a natural response that your body seemed to forget should not be so natural now that you had broken up.

Matt briefly watched your internal debate, and before you could act against him, he let his nose reach your hair and took a deep breath in, inhaling the delicate scent of grape bubblegum that always seemed to stain his pillowcase.

“Shit, you always smell so good. Is a freaking dream” Matt let his nose wander further down to your jaw, he softly bit the smooth flesh causing goosebumps to rise all over your arms before his nose found your exposed neck. He pressed himself closer to you, causing your hand to instantly close around his erection.

“Fuck, you drive me crazy” Matt groaned as his hand slid underneath your shirt, taking a handful of your right breast. “My sweet and lovely dove. All beautiful, perfect, and mine” He pulled back to look into your eyes, and the need and lust written all over the brown orbs made you sigh “Matt, please”

“You’re mine, aren’t you, dovey? You’re gonna forget all about that breakup, right? You still want me, still love me, still need me, no? Tell me you need me” His teeth tugged on your bottom lip until the flesh slowly slid from his grip “Tell me you want me”.

Your breathing became heavier with every touch “Matt, knock it off”. You tried to push him away, tried to put some distance between you, but as always, your body betrayed you.

It had a will of its own, desires that you somehow were unable to fulfill, needs that were impossible for you to kill. It was something about his grip, his energy, his scent that made your body euphoric. Details you couldn’t depict faithfully enough to deceive your body’s satisfaction. It was in the intricacies that only Matt possessed, you couldn’t mimic the soft tickling of his hair on your skin or his warm breath on your ear shell, nor the roughness of his palm when it rested against your hidden pearl or the sharpness of his teeth dragging across your skin. The devil is in the details, they say. To you, it sounds more like the devil lives within Matt Jackson.

“Why do you keep denying it, dovey? Is it because of Kenny?” Matt chuckled “We both know he can’t give you what I can. Kenny’s my best friend but let’s face it, he’s weak. He’s a weak man, too soft, too devoted, too in love with you to know what you need. But I do! I know that you don’t need a man that crawls back to you crying stupid apologies every time he fucks it up. No, no, no, you need a man who will hate-fuck you every time you argue” Matt’s hand pushed your back against the black SUV. The air was pushed out of your lungs with the impact and before you could say anything, Matt’s hands pushed the yoga pants down your legs before spitting on his fingers.

His digits spread your folds and expertly found your entrance “You need a man who can put you in your place. And what place is that, dovey? Oh yes, on your knees, with a cock buried deep in your throat” Matt’s fingers moved at a frantic pace, eliciting the most sinful sounds your body could vocalize.

“You like this kind of shit, don’t you, dove? Getting fingered in the parking lot of an arena at a random city, being used and fucked so good like the useless slut that you are” Matt’s tongue licked your cheek like a wild cat, playing and reveling in the taste of its prey before finally killing it.

“Matt, this is wrong” You whined loudly, legs instantly closing and clasping his hand between your thighs in an attempt to stop your rising orgasm.

Matt chuckled against your lips as his hands began to push his hard cock out of his navy blue joggers “And that’s why it feels so good, dovey. That’s why you’re gonna be soaking my cock in a few seconds. Because it feels so fucking good and we can’t stop, can we?”

#matt jackson imagine #matt jackson x reader #matt jackson smut #matt jackson fanfiction #matt jackson #young bucks imagine #the young bucks #young bucks #masochist writes

[owned412]

The visitors

it had all happened so fast. I was sleeping, locked in tormenting dreams of violent men. The cage had been driving me crazy for more than a week now, impotently grinding on toys only fit for a fag. I had gotten hungrier and hungrier up until when I went to bed last night, hole still lubed up from hole training, and chose to only wear my tight little jock and short little fag shorts.

I dreamed of being taken in the night, beaten and used up so when I woke up with my lights on and heavy mass on top of me I thought I was dreaming.

I could feel the warm breath on the back of my neck, the soft chuckle of a predator who has won to easily rang in my ears. It was then I realized it was all real. I panicked and attempted to fight but was easily pushed down, feeling the cold barrel of a gun pushed into my neck.

“Sit tight little faggot, this isn’t the load you want”

My heart was beating in my chest but something else was happening too, the gun clarified that for me.

“Me and my buddies are here to clean you out….but that’s gonna take a while. Think I might pass the time with you.”

the cage ached, my cock squeezing hopelessly as I raged at myself for leaving the door unlocked. the Man strokes the gun on the back of my neck.

“I’ve been watching you for months, waiting to get in, but to think you’d leave yourself so….open for me.” He pressed the barrel harder into my neck, “when im done with you, well…”

Another voice cut him off, “what the fuck man!! We’re here to rob the fag not play with it.”

The voice behind me laughed, “clearin out this middle class bitch will take a bit, we can all take turns. By the time we’re done the fag will help us Rob it for fuck sake.”

“Oh please, you just wanna go first.”

the man leaned back and grinded into my loosened pussy and, as I whimpered, he said, “I cased the place, so I get first taste. Now go and get started and I’ll do the same.”

I heard boots walk off and we were left alone. He whispered into my ear, “now let’s get this clear, you wanna survive this holes intact, you’re gonna put your hands behind your back and arch that pussy for me.” He slid off me and I lay there, terrified. I could run, or at least try, reach for my phone, or I could do as he asked. My mind said phone, my heart said run, but my cage said submit.

Tears in my eyes, I crossed my arms behind me and arched my pussy up and displayed.

“Gooood faggot,” the man crooned and he used the barrel of the gun to pull my little shorts down. I moaned like a bitch and he laughed, playing with my locked cock.

“If I had known you were a faggot earlier I would have robbed you months ago,” he snickered, pressing the gun barrel to my exposed pussy, “just think about it faggot. You could have been sucking my cock for the past 4 months but here you were playing with toys.” I envisioned it alright and before I could regret it, he shoved the gun up my pussy. I moaned louder and he cackled, fucking me with the gun.

“Careful faggot,” he growled, “don’t make me blow my load.” I knew what he meant but my cock was in control now, i thrusted my pussy on to the gun over and over again.

He pulled the gun out and kneeled onto me, right up against my face. He held the gun up to my mouth and said, “lick it faggot.” i did and he lightly whipped me with it.

“Now where are your toys, cuffs, gags, hoods whatever faggot.” Still terrified but still locking the gun i nodded to the drawer to my left. He got off me and went it the drawer. I could have run, i could have gotten help but I only arched my pussy up again. He returned quickly locked my arms together, then tightening a ball gag and locking an old collar on me.

“Now that’s a proper faggot,” he said and i moaned through the gag. Lastly he clipped a leash onto the collar and moved in behind me.

“By the time im done with you fag, you’ll rob yourself and then beg me to keep you.” He said and i felt the tip of his cock against my hole. He didn’t push in but pulled on my collar, He wanted the fag to lower itself. i complied and pushed my pussy onto the cock.

“That’s it faggot,” he crooned and slammed his cock up until the hilt. the lain was sharp and hard but I couldn’t recover before he pulled out and slammed in again. Again and again, he slammed my pussy and my brain turned into mush, beaten into submission my this Man. After five minutes of getting broken in the man gave three almighty thrusts and gasped, as his load flooded into my pussy. He collapsed onto me, gasping. After a minute of recovery, he grabbed my hair and pulled it back and whispered in my ear, “im going to take all you own now faggot. Be a good bitch and stay here and one of my boys is gonna fuck that pussy. Give me a good show for Me.” He pushed himself up and draped the leash over my back where it rested against my bruised hole. I stayed there, alone for a few minutes, waiting for the next violation.

It finally came, signaled by the sound of footsteps. They crossed into my room followed by a long whistle.

“He really knows how to pick ‘em, huh?”

I did not respond and he kicked me in the cage, “what did I say faggot!?”

“Yes sir!,” I said, barely making it audible through the gag. The man laughed and kneeled closer, “now beg me to fuck you faggot.”

i did, my only recourse now or ever was to

Submit so i begged through the gag. Moaned and whispered as one of my new owners loomed over me. I heard him walking around me as i kept begging until I felt him slam something over my face and mouth. It was one of my shoes, work shoes, with the smell of a weeks shifts in them. But that wasn’t all, he had poured the contents of the poppers i had left out in them aswell. He ties the shoes over my head and laughed as my begs became barely coherent moaning and groaning. Then he got behind me, grabbed my legs, yanked me back, so my legs hung off the bed.

“I ain’t gotta a lot of time to fuck you up fag, so let’s make this quick,” he sneered and slammed his cock into my pussy. The combination of the impact, the taste of sweat and poppers in my brain, and brutal assault on my brain wore me down more and more. Every time he pulled out I put my pussy back, begging to be violated again. And he did, again and again until he too slammed a load into my pussy. After he did, he grabbed the leash and pulled hard. As i choked on sweat and chemicals, he said, “you might be worth keeping after all, but that’s later. Stay here faggot and think about what’s coming next.”

think…think…think….i could barely do that, only arch my pussy and present for who was next. the cage hurt so much, the cock between my legs desperate to be free. But i was a faggot and faggots are never free.

what came next was more bootsteps, slow and methodically crossing into my room. The violation did not come just yet, instead the boots walked over to my left and started digging around. They approached me from behind and yanked on the leash. I’d gag and then the leash would loosen and then tighten again, this time shorter than before. The man wrapped the leash around his palm and pulled me up into a kneeling position, choking and sputtering. As i felt like i was gonna pass, he grabbed my hair and let the leash slacken.

“Stay,” growled the voice and i did, recognizing the voice as the friend of my first assailant i had heard earlier. A small leather strap crossed around my neck and tightened, sharp metal studs poking into my neck. The fag collar a Man, so long ago, had bullied me into buying. I had never used it, was too scared, but I left it charged and now it was around my neck.

“This is your fault faggot,” the man growled into my ear, pushing the tip of his cock into my abused hole. He didn’t jack hammer me like the others, instead slowly shoving just up into the tip and whispering again, “i was just here to make money, to steal bullshit that your ass didn’t need.” He shoved his cock all the way in and then pressed the collars remote, sending a sharp jolt throughout my body. I whimpered through the gag but he ignored me, relaxing his cock and continuing, “instead you had to tease my friends with that worthless little hole and now they want to keep you,” shoving his cock all the way in again and shocking me again.

“Now im in a bind, after this you’re a loose end but I don’t keep fags for free,” he said slowly and rhythmically grinding into my hole, shocking me at each apogee.

“So here, is how, it’s gonna, go,” he said, staggering his words with each thrust and shocking me harder each time.

He held all the way in me, lowered the setting and held the button. As the current fucked my brain he continued, “when im done here, you’re gonna come down with us and give us everything, your cards, your bank account, any hidden cash, and then maybe we might keep you”

“Other wise,” he said and the collar powered on again, at a much higher setting, “we won’t need you.”

It really was too late for me, I had gone too far and now all I could do was submit.

“What’s the answer faggot?” He demanded and as I went to mumble “yes master” through the gag and show he shocked me again, even higher than before.

“Good faggot,” he snarled and then shoved the sole of my face show into the bed, held me down, and fucked me harder than anyone had. The stimuli would have been enough to kill a normal person but the shocks, smells, and abuse left this fag floating in a void of pure contempt. it didn’t take long for Master #3 to cum and Master removed the shoe, gag, and handcuffs, tossing them aside.

Master pulled me to my knees and threatened, “you’re coming down with me and if you so much as look at any of us, we’ll see how high and how long this collar can go.”

I just nodded, eyes fixed on the cum soaked mattress I had been gang raped on.

Master led me down the stairs and i founf the other masters lounging on my….no Their couch. i dutifully looked down and avoided all contact with Them.

i was told to kneel before all three of them and had my phone thrown at my down turned face.

“Unlock it faggot,” Master demanded and i did, still looking down.

“Now unlock that banking app and give to Me.”

faggot complied, holding out the all it had owned to Master. A hand took the phone and a sharp hard shock rippled through its neck. No longer double gagged, the fag yelped and fell down in pain. One the Masters laughed and said, “I think that’s faggot for ‘thank you sir, please shock me again”

The same voice turned to me, “right faggot?”

the faggot pushed itself up to its knees and, eyes down cast, said “yes master, please shock this faggot again harder please master.”

Master complied brutally and the fag spent 30 seconds twitching in pain.

one of the Masters approached the crumpled up faggot and put His bare foot in front of the fags face, “kiss my foot bitch, then you’ll belong to us.”

The faggot complied. it would spend the next couple hours hogtied on the back of the Masters car, periodically being shocked on its balls where the collar had moved. it’s former belongings were thrown into the trunk and after 3 hours of waiting it was freed from bondage.

it was told to choke on its Masters cock, and it did as They drove it away never to be seen again.

#forced faggot #alpha master #gang fuck #faggot humiliation

[ihavemanyhusbands]

more of duncan x reader ? pretty please ?, that man needs more love in his life , soft and gentle kisses that turn into something more anh anh

You know what? YOU KNOW WHAT???? I’m gonna do their first kiss. Let’s go crazy together <33 (im using car accident reader from the other blurbs btw)

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The night grew darker and the weather harsher. The power had gone out, and you and Duncan huddled close to the fire, nursing some hot chocolate.

He intently listened to you tell stories of your past, opting to stay quiet as you gestured around excitedly. His hand was on your knee, tracing small, soothing circles with his fingers. He was still getting used to this casual intimacy, but he cherished it deeply.

His greatest fear was the possibility of things ending between you. You were still in a nebulous place regarding your relationship, not having spoken of it yet. He let you do most of the moves, but he was slowly growing more confident as trust continued to build between you.

He was unsure of how you really felt for him, though he had seen affection in your gaze a few times... even if he was still unwilling to believe himself lucky enough to be on the receiving end.

"I don't really know what I was thinking, trying to road trip in the middle of winter," you said as you stared at the fire pensively, finishing the story of how you'd gotten there. "I just had to get away, you know? Get in the car and drive until nothing around me was familiar. So dumb... I'm just glad my survival instincts kicked in like that."

"You're very strong," he said reassuringly, squeezing your knee gently. "I admire that in you."

The way you looked at him then, eyes glittering in the low light, made his breathing hitch. A grateful smile spread across your face, but you shook your head.

"You're sweet, but I know what I did was stupid... You could even say I brought it upon myself."

"You're too harsh on yourself," he said, more solemnly. "Believe me, I know about mistakes."

"And maybe you're too forgiving of me," you teased, bumping your shoulder against his gently.

His eyes were immediately drawn to your lips, but even if he quickly looked back into your eyes, it was impossible for you not to notice.

You stared at each other for a moment, silence hanging between you like a tense line.

Then, in the faintest voice, you said. “Duncan?”

“Yes?”

“Can I… kiss you?”

The word caught in his throat, but he nodded. He stayed frozen as you slowly approached, sliding your body closer to his.

His eyes were low lidded as your lips tentatively touched his. Then you felt bolder, cupping his face, coaxing him into a deeper kiss.

The smallest sound of yearning escaped his throat and his hands hesitantly slid up your arms. He wanted to crush you against his chest, but he was using all of his self control to stay put.

You slid a little closer, letting him gently wrap his arms around you. It was sweet, overall, just exploring this new sensation between you. Your heart was jack hammering against your chest, and you felt giddy and juvenile.

You leaned your foreheads together after, just wanting to stay close. He kissed the tip of your nose and you shared a little smile.

“I’d been wanting to do that for some time,” You said, and the two of you chuckled.

“Me too.”

“So… Do you wanna do it again?”

Instead of responding, his lips met yours, and you kissed until the fire started to die down into embers.

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#duncan vizla x reader #duncan vizla fanfiction #the black kaiser x reader #polar fanfiction #minors dni

[pxperplxnets]

hey! can i request a domestic, soft, fluffy night in with paul x reader? where they just decide to stay in for once and spend time doing cute stuff together

nights back home

summary: paul goes back home to y/n after a long time.

pairing: paul aron x reader

word count: 583

warnings: none

lowercase intended!

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paul finally came back home.

with his crazy racing schedule, he didnt get to spend much time back in estonia, which meant he didn’t spend much time with his girlfriend.

of course, he tried to fly home or fly her out to his races as much as he could, but she had a life outside of their relationship as well.

now, she stood on the gate from which the passengers of his flight were meant to come out. she picked on her finger nails anxiously, she really couldn't wait to see paul again.

her heart stopped as she saw him walk out, looking around before spotting her. the moment their eyes made contact, she ran towards his open arms. he spun her around before holding her close to his body, maintaining the hug for a few seconds before separating enough to kiss her lips.

“i missed you so fucking much” she said once they separated from the kiss, holding his face and carressing his cheeks. “I missed you more, love” he kissed her forehead. he slipped his hand into hers, intertwining their fingers to start walking towards the exit.

once they made it to her apartment, he plopped down on the couch, opening his arms towards her. they cuddled for a couple minutes before she heard his stomach grumble.

“are you hungry?” she asked, lifting her head up to face him “yeah” she left a kiss on top of his nose before standing up, gaining a groan from him. “no, don’t go” he whined “i'm going to make dinner, go shower” she laughed faintly, walking to the kitchen.

he did what she said, taking a shower to get all the travel tiredness off. as he walked out of the bathroom, a smile made its way onto his lips immediately at the sight of his girlfriend. she was singing quietly as she chopped up some vegetables.

she was genuinely the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

he made his way up to her and hugged her from behind, leaving a small kiss on her jaw.

“do you need any help?” he asked “yeah, help me chop these so i can cook the meat.” she smiled up at him. “yes ma'am”

they spent a few minutes cooking together, laughing, stealing kisses and enjoying the feeling of being with each other once again.

as they sat down on the table, they started talking. they definitely had a lot to catch up on.

“oh my god, marko is driving me insane. he can't deal with the fact that im dating you! Its been a while, i would expect him to have moved the fuck on from the jealous best friend act. we literally stopped talking a while before we started dating.” she said. paul’s jaw clenched. he had never liked marko, even way before he started dating y/n. “we should stop by the shop tomorrow. he still works there, right?” she nodded “good, we can go tomorrow, say hi to him” his words made her roll her eyes playfully. “sounds good.” he smiled as well, moving on from the topic as he started talking about one of his races.

they cleaned up after themselves before going to get ready for bed, putting on a movie and laying down on the bed.

maybe -just maybe- they ended the night with even more kisses and faint touches, but believe me, they knew how much they missed each other when they fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms.

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authors note:

i might or might not have used this to talk about my problems.

anyways, its kinda short but i really hope you like it <3

#paul aron one shots #prema racing #prema #pxperplxnets #premaoneshots #freca #frecaoneshots #paul aron x reader

[wejustvibing]

Hello again!

Sorry for being in here so much! I wanted to ask your opinion on something about Lewis and his interactions with people he is interviewed by or who he meets for the first time. What i mean is, when Lewis met Takashi Murkami and he described him as a nugget of love or something of those words or when the Mercedes E Sports boys met Lewis and Marcel said meeting Lewis is like an experience you can’t put into words (again im not sure of his exact words) what do you think it is about Lewis that makes people feel that way? Because no offence, i don’t often see anyone else being spoken about in this manner, so I wonder what it is about Lewis that has people feeling this way. And in your opinion, why do you think, despite this, people still want to call his character into question and imply or blatantly say he is the opposite of what so many other people have said he is?

I also would like to ask, what are a couple of things about Lewis that you appreciate?

Have a good day!

hey you! sorry for getting to this so late. i needed a breather. yes!!! people's reaction to meeting him is my absolute favorite thing. the way murakami has described him is a masterpiece in itself. it's so overwhelmingly priceless. he must be magic, this guy <3

well i've never met him so it wouldn't be right for me to try and guess the feeling or vouch for any of these experiences. at least not without bringing out my inner parasocial crazies. but in my opinion, aside from the obvious personality and aura, he's highly intuitive and excellent at reading energies around him and more often than not he reflects them back, probably drawing people in. he's super respectful and attentive when they're engaging him which must be refreshing. also he never ever does what's expected of him—including expectations based on perceptions, media reports or hearsay that always paint him a certain way. it probably surprises them the most i guess?

i appreciate and love a whole lotta things about him but let me try and stick to the topic and context here. i love that he is compassionate and often tries to show it through actions. he will ask interviewers about their day or lives, in a curious yet respectful way. will try to make them feel comfortable by being calm and soft-spoken. will try to make time for fans and not just through sheer obligation. i like that he's intentional with every single thing he does in public eye. it comes from hard learned lessons i'm sure and must take a whole team of people to make it work so well. but i love it, especially when you know the level of unnecessary scrutiny he faces.

i love the fact that he's not perfect. don't think i'd be a fan if he was. as someone learning to live with maladaptive perfectionism i take solace sometimes knowing it's okay to be less than perfect and it's okay to learn and improve, it's okay to keep striving in ways that might never reach perfection. you're allowed to be wrong and you can always be/do better the next time. i love it when he's spontaneous, lets out normal human emotions and passionate reactions. i love that he's one petty mf if and when he decides to be. love that he's always curious and ready to learn. he's not afraid of expressing himself, being himself (anymore), i really admire that. he could have easily gotten jaded by now with the amount of success as well as negativity but instead he's elevated himself beyond both and has nurtured his heart to be the best version of himself and enjoy the journey he's on.

but, one thing that i love the most about him is how easy he makes everything look. if there's one thing about him it's that he is going to make everything look effortless—hard work, driving, winning, success, fashion, attitude, reaction to criticism & hate, and most of all living (and living rent free in so many heads). it's probably what pisses some people off too. must need heaps of discipline, focus and strength to achieve it. but he does it anyway and you have to appreciate that.

#anonymous #can't tell you how much that empty space above read more is pissing me off rn but i'll try to ignore 🥲 #and sorry again<3

[make-me-your-animal]

Chapter 12: Room numbers

Authors note: I'm not a hundred percent sure how I feel about this chapter, but it's also driving me crazy that I haven't finished this story yet. It's literally making it, so I can't write anything else. I have spent hours just staring at a blank page, trying to come up with something. This will be the second to last sirens and leppard chapter. But I have already started a sequel, so we will see. I hope you all enjoy it.

Room 306:

"Steve, wake up." Amaya giggled. she had already gotten ready for her day. washed her face, brushed her teeth, and brushed out her hair. when she returned to the main room, Steve was still curled into the blankets. All she could see confirming a person was even under the heap of white comforter was his wild hair. She wasn't surprised in the slightest, Steve was a lot of things, but a morning person wasn't one of them.

She frowned. Something seemed off today. Usually, he would just beg her to join him under the covers, but today, he just pulled the blanket up until there was nothing for her to see.

"Stevieeee," she purred, pulling on the edge of the blanket. He clutched it tight, not letting go.

"No," he grumbled. His voice was barely audible, but she could hear the sadness in it.

"Why not?" She asked, crawling back into bed with him. He engulfed her in his caccoon. The blanket was just thin enough that she could see him clear as day as they laid facing each other under the white comforter.

"Last night of the tour," he said slowly like that would answer her question. Amaya tilted her head to the side. What did that have to do with anything?

"And?" She questioned when the blonde didn't elaborate.

"Don't want this to end is all," he shrugged. His blue eyes were clouded with sadness. "I just... I don't think I've ever been this happy before. You make me feel happy... i love you more than I've ever loved someone."

"Oh, steve," she reached out a hand to craddle his face. "It won't end, baby. You make me happy, too. I'm not gonna throw away over a year of a loving relationship just because we aren't getting paid for it anymore. I love you too much for that"

"Promise?" He still looked nervous. It broke her heart.

"Promise," Amaya leaned in, kissing Steve softly.

"Promise you won't tell phil. I told you I love you more than him," he chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

"Fear not Stevie. Your secret's safe with me, "she giggled, kissing his nose."Now get your ass out of bed. I want breakfast, " she stated, throwing the blanket off both of them.

Steve grumbled again, but this time sat up. He glanced at the clock on the bedside table before flopping back down. It was progress Amaya felt.

Room 304

"Last day of the tour," phil whispered, running his fingers through gemma's blonde hair he slowly worked out the knots that had formed as Her head lay on his chest. He wasn't even sure she was wake. The sun had just peaked over the horizon, and they had been dozing in and out of consciousness together.

"Shhhh," she hissed, pressing her finger against his lips. "I don't want to think about it"

"This will change nothing between us, you know that, right? Im not letting you go anywhere. i worked too hard for this." phil stated rolled over, so he was hoving over her on all fours. Gemma scooted up the bed until she was eye level with him again.

He had worked very hard to regain her trust. He was still putting in the work to ensure that their relationship would last. He started leaving her little notes and still had flowers sent to her dressingroom every couple of shows. Gemma was forever grateful she decided to let him try. Decided to let herself try.

"I love you, gem,"

"I love you too," Gemma smiled, reaching up to craddle phils face in her hands. "So much more than I originally planned"

Phil smiled as he swooped down and pressed a soft kiss against her lips. "So much ,my love, I love you so much." he lowered himself even more to bury his face against her neck. Her hands intantly made their way to his hair. He kissed the soft skin just to hear Gemma sigh.

Room 307:

Joe laid on his side so he could watch the women sleeping soundly beside him. The sun had risen and was shining in through the sheer white curtains. It's light casting everything in shades of gold.

She would be pissed if he let her sleep in much longer, but he couldn't bring himself to disturb her peace, not quite yet.

It was the last day of the tour. Tomorrow, he would be flying into Dublin. He would be going home. She would be flying home to London. They had talked it through, and he really believed they had a good shot. Still worry and doubt chewed away at him.

"It's rude to stare," Harper murmered, peering at Joe with half lidded eyes.

"Just admiring the finest of art," he grinned, leaning in to kiss her forehead.

She hummed slightly, her eyes falling shut for a spilled second before snapping back open.

"Go back to sleep, angel," he purred, kissing her forehead. She smiled at him before nodding. He knew they would be all right. They all would.

Her eyes fell shut again, and her breath evened out. They would have to get up and start there a day soon, but not yet. They could remain in their shared peace just a little longer.

Room 310

Bex sat across from Rick, sipping her tea and watching the man carefully. He was wearing the hotel provided robe. His bangs fell into his eyes. He looked so content that she almost felt bad for what she was going to say. "This isn't going to last"

"I know," Rick returned, looking up from his cup of tea. His eyes were filled with understanding. "Is this where you tell me you had fun, but this is the end?"

"You're a great guy. I just don't do relationships"

Rick nodded, sipping at his tea. He finished his tea and stood up, finding his shoes and sitting on the edge of the bed to put them on. "See you tonight?"

Bex nodded, smiling slightly. The second he closed the door, her smile faded. It was the first time she ever really felt pain over a man in a long time.

Room 309

Rebel leaned back against the savs solid chest as the warm water flowed over them. "You know this is kind of a waste of water. We are just gonna shower again later, " Rebel smiled.

"Yeah, but it feels nice," sav returned.

Rebel hummed in agreement. She spun around, wrapping her arms around his neck.

His wet hair clung to her skin. "Gonna miss this"

"Yeah, but we'll figure something out." Sav smiled, leaning down and capturing her lips.

Rebel happily kissed back for a moment before epulling back and resting their foreheads together. "Think the others are this.... pensive?"

"Probably. The end of the tour is always a time of mixed emotions. This tour is especially hard. So much love has formed. If I didn't know any better, I'd say Mel and chris planned this"

Rebel giggled at that. The water was starting to turn cold, but she couldn't find it in her to care.

Mal sat across from chris in the hotel lobby, grinning at the other man. "We couldn't have had this go any better," He asked. "I mean, when you called me and said you knew of a band that would work well with my boys, I didn't think you meant this well. Steve's barely drinking anymore. They all aren't fighting nearly as much. They have someone else to look at other than each other."

Chris nodded his agreement. "Bex is starting to trust. Gemma finally found someone to match her energy. Amaya found someone to take care of other than Gemma. And let's be honest, they all are staying out of trouble because they are too busy with each other"

It's been a great tour, " Mel stated, standing up and shaking Chris's hand.

"It sure has," the other man agreed.

#def leppard #phil collen #joe elliott #steve clark #rick savage #rick allen #def leppard fan fiction #phil collen fan fiction #joe elliott fanfiction #rick savage fanfiction #rick allen fanfiction #steve clark fanfiction

[sweetie-sire]

Ayo i wrote some hizzie garbage 🗑 im both sleep deprived and tired of life so whatevr have at it wolves.

Its not good so lol but this tag is dead af so idk

Also dodie is sad af

~i can finally see ~

"I dont understand how you always manage to choose her side josie" im enraged beyond what i thought i could ever possibly be and my naive idiot little sister doesnt manage to get it through her thick little skull. Mikaelson is gone.

"No lizzie YOU dont understand, shes just lost she needs us now more than ever! How can you not see that?!" Shes been at this for the past 20 minutes and quite frankly its getting old.

"Jo, all i see is our dearest dad finally finding out the prodigal daughter is just an evil coniving bitch" i see josie flinch at the dry humor but i no longer care.

~youre as fucked up as me~

Josie gets up and walks out of the room, before she exits she turns to me "I get that youre hurt lizzie but you need to remember why hope even resorted to this in the first place. She gave up her life and landons life just to make sure everyone else would be ok." I can see that bringing up landon hurts my sister there are tears in her eyes and im so tired of everyone bringing up deceased bird boy, since he will probably just find a way to come back anyway.

"Yeah well maybe we can go ask dad if we should forgive hope then!" I yell but shes already left and my snark is useless and i feel so frustrated i could tear my hair out.

~so how do we win?~

Josie has once again taken upon herself to go chasing after our long lost tribrid trying to find a way to help her or whatever. I know just the way to help hope.

Cleo sowande is my very own personal hero right now.

~brave face talk so lightly, hide the truth~

Im driving from dead end to dead end and all i can manage to think about is hopes stupid evil "im a Mikaelson fear me" face and scoff

The balls on this bitch.

I pull up on a trail i picked up and the feeling of this dive bar is more unsettling than the last. I walk in and instantly feel the need to relieve my stomach of its contents.

Theres body parts and blood everywhere. Some guys head chopped off by a pool table. Brutal i dont even know how nobody has been in here to clean up the mess. Oh a concealment spell nice to know she cares about some things i guess. She could have at least lit the place on fire.

~im sick of losing soulmates so where do we begin?~

"Why would i burn my own room down Lizzie"

"With my family history im not exactly immune to those issues. I would never say that stuff about you"

I scoff remembering that and for some reason the back of my throat feels tight.

Josie may be right she might need help, but i cant find it in me to see the same girl thats understanding and i have grown to begrudgingly tolerate to be the one leaving a trail of bodies up and down the coast.

She mauled my dad whats stopping her from doing the same to the rest of us.

And i might have grown to love her too but josie is too soft to do what needs to be done.

Someone has to stop her.

~time and hearts will wear us thin so which path will you take~

I dont know what the fuck possessed me to say that idiocy. Impending death? Minute insanity? I can see the little gears in her tiny evil head turning

Theres a spark of someone i used to know flicker through her eyes.

And i see it the moment the hurt flashes in her mind what she went through to get to this point. I see her intent

The resolve. To end me. What did i expect?

Some sick twisted voice in my head tells me to keep going and see if i can reach her.

I slowly try to approach her and my voice is cracking i dont even know what im saying anymore

I see it in her eyes whatever hope was left is gone

Ironic

Before she has a chance to snap and as soon as i feel her hands wrap around my neck i rush forward

I close my eyes and say fuck it.

God i must really be crazy.

Her lips are unmoving but still soft i must have caught her by surprise because im still alive so i press on and i can feel her reciprocrate for a second and theres relief in my heart that maybe this will all turn out ok. Due to an unconsensual kiss of all fucking things.

Its something i never really considered doing while i was on my way here but minute insanity must have won over my fried brain.

I sigh as i feel soft hands tighten around my neck and it all goes black

Thats going to be one awkward as fuck conversation when she realizes im not actually dead.

Whatever serves her right.

*insert dodie lyric cuz im cant be bothered to do it*

+ lizzie wakes up and is super cool about it while hope is a crying mess on the floor cuz she killed this bombshell and sassy lizzie is everything.

#hizzie #lizzie saltzman #hope mikaelson be like #legacies #rant #creative crying #i really hate posting fics on here cuz my gf follows me and thats fucking embarrassing but i need this fandom to stay alive. #i dont care if i have to do it myself one shitty fic at a time #fuck julie plec

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

I LOVE U ARI. 🌖🌖 ALL YOUR HEADCANONS R SO CRAZY ACCURATE TO SUGURU AND I CAN SEE THEM ALL...!!! i love the way you tied all of his professions to key aspects of his character and his pure heart (it's pure to me. 😒)

if you are crazy about doctor geto you NEED TO SEE THIS https://x.com/lespretzo/status/1726479240571617365?s=46

this artist draws him so beautiful and tender and softly, i hope you like their art as much as i do (the only suguru ever). when i found this art last weekend i kept praying for doctor geto to come save me and treat my ailments and then i ended up breaking my spine and staying in the er... what a bad omen

ur mind with lawyer sugu... oh dear... oh lord.. the briefcase and the slicked back hair oh my legs are divor

ALSO ANGRY/STRESSED OUT GETO IS SO HWHHFKEHFJRJFJJEKDNMGMGNHHH but wish only happiness on him... he deserves peace after the jjk universe.. i have some reservations about him being lawyer just because my mom is one too, and i've seen how stressful it is and how aggressive people get but chef's kiss nontheless

wow your response hit every part of me... the medical and barista... omfg and teacher suguru is so real, idk if you've read this? one fic about (elementary school) teacher suguru who trips over a bunch of blocks when he first sees you because he's completely taken away by your beauty, oh my heart... i have such a soft spot for teachers too because they've just been very dear to my life and ugh. these headcanons broken my heart and strung every piece back together in the same breath IM SORRY FOR BEING DRAMATIC but your mind is insane

as for my own thoughts i don't have too many :') that's why i asked u! because i was sure that you would deliver. i asked my friends about it and we were all kinda lost and i'm happy i found your blog since we both love suguru and we can talk about him! yipee

and the hurt comfort fic coming soon WOOISHIGHIOOOOOOOO *screaming in hurt*

WAHHHHH I’M SO GLAD I HAVE YOUR APPROVAL 🌖 ANON…… 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

ty for asking such a fun question!! AND YES he DOES have a pure heart 😔😔😔 he’s just trying his best to do good!!! he’s a sweetie!!!!

i’ve seen that doctor geto art before hehe it’s just. SO good. i love the art style sm!! and you’re so real anon i too need suguru geto to tuck me into bed and treat me during a bout of illness </3 WDYM YOU BROKE YOUR SPINE THOUGH 😭😭 PJDKDBBD……. pls take care of yourself…. don’t trip over a flight of stars and die ok……… doctor!sugu will be so disappointed 😔😔

AND LAWYER!SUGU….. yeahh i also think it’d be soso stressful for him 😭 i can picture him having a higuruma-esque breakdown eventually…. because he wants to help people so badly but sometimes he just Can’t and that drives him nuts. poor bby….

AS FOR TEACHER!SUGU…….. my beloved mutual alexis wrote that elementary school fic and i love it SO much he’s so cute and pathetic in it <333 my absolute beloved <3333 teacher!geto is such a dork. i adore him. i have a big soft spot for teachers too!! :(( and sugu would be so perfect. 100% views all his students as his kids… he tries not to but like. he can’t help but grow so fond of them. may or may not get teary eyed when they graduate (they tease him for it relentlessly while sobbing their eyes out LMAO)

BUT YES THANK YOU AGAIN feel free to come to me w sugu questions whenever you’d like!! :3 i’ll try my best to assist….. AND . i’m so happy you’re hyped for the hurt/comfort fic !!!! i’ll try my best to feed sugu nation well!!!!!!

#ILY ANON pls take care of your spine ok <3 #i’m wishing you a lovely lovely day/night :3 #teacher!sugu the man that you are… #ask tag ✩ #🌖 anon !! ✩

[nymika-arts]

–– James Baldwin

#911 fox #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #911edit #buddieedit #evanbuckleyedit #eddiediazedit #useralie #from-nova #tuserel #yawnralphio #gracieli #tusernikki #uservictoria #tuseralways #nymsedits #it's been so long since i've made a buddie edit yall #criminal #but their soft heart eyes are driving me crazy again so im back at it

[maedesculpaeusoubi]

All Along the Watchtower | s. f. kiszka

Word count: +1.6k

Content warning: kinda fluffy (hopefully, I tried my best), gn reader but yn wears a dress (not really a warning but ya never know) vague mentions of being in lockdown, brief mention of sex, marijuana use, close to no dialogue, sammy with a beard and moustache bc im weak

A/n: this is 100% self-indulgent sorry not sorry also im rusty so all kind of feedback is welcome and appreciated<3

It was a particular cold night in Nashville when Sam finally arrived home; the boys had gotten on tour last month, but due Josh catching a cold, and Jake suddenly falling ill with pneumonia, the boys had decided it was in everyone’s interest to cancel the upcoming shows.

After all the world went through the past few years, finally having the opportunity to hit to road again was like a sense of normalcy coming back. The four midwestern boys were thrilled to perform the masterpieces they had been working on during this crazy period in their lives; thrilled to be able to share their love and passion for their craft with their audience, to be able to reconnect with their fans face-to-face after so much time.

But as much as Sam loved what he did for a living, he wasn’t opposed to the idea of going back home for a few weeks, back home to you. Having growth accustomed to having you by his side almost twenty-four-seven, saying goodbye at the airport was agonizing to him; but now he was finally where his heart yearned to be.

As soon as he got the front door open and stepped inside your shared home, he threw his luggage, shoes and socks at the entrance, not caring much for the fact he was making a mess when he had much more important things on his mind.

He could hear the faint sound of some classic rock song coming from the living room, probably the place he’d be able to find you best. It was easily your favourite room in the house; the dark green walls that contrasted so beautifully with the dark wooded floor, and the mismatching carpets you thrifted with Sam last year were some of the things you loved most about it.

It didn’t take long for his eyes to find your figure on the couch. The soft, warm light the side lamp casted upon you nearly took his breath away; the way the mellow hue of orange illuminating the side of your face as your attention was on a book you held in hands. You were wearing one of his shirts, just a simple white button-up probably made out of linen. It was one of his favourites on you, the fabric reaching the beginning of your thighs and the first few buttons undone never failed to drive him crazy. He made sure his phone was on silent when he took a picture of the masterpiece in front of him before softly calling your name.

Never in all those years by your side had he seen you move your head that fast. The book you had been reading for hours was quickly forgotten and thrown on the floor before you hastily stood up. You weren’t able to hide your big eyes as you approached him before squeezing your arms around his body with such a force that didn’t only surprise him. It hadn’t been that much time since you last saw each other, but God, did it feel like an entire life time.

“You didn’t tell me you were coming today,” you softly spoke as you ran your nose along the soft skin between his neck and shoulder. The unmistakably Sam scent hit your nostrils and the feeling of finally being home warmed your heart to no end.

“I wanted to surprise my girl,” he whispered back to you. One of his hand played with the ends of your hair, even having missed the unpleasant feeling of your dry ends hitting his face during the nights his body would be glued to yours. “I missed you so much, darling.”

Sam’s hands moved from his hips up to your cheeks, squishing them together. His lips opened in a goofy, enamoured smile before they crashed against yours for the first time in weeks. “You have no idea how much I missed you.”

It had been a few good hours since Sam had gotten home now. You asked about the most memorable moments he’d experienced on tour so far while braiding his hair and he made sure to mention all the small details. He cuddled with you on the sofa while you told him about the commission you had been working on and the nice botanical garden you visited with some friends recently.

The burning need to be close to one another became such, the existence of the bed upstairs slipping both your minds. Longing stares and kisses had been shared ever since he so softly said your name all those hours ago, but the yearning for each other only diminished after the third round, not even fifteen minutes ago.

Sam had gotten up to get a damp towel to clean you up and get you something else to wear; his white button-up you had been wearing all day had gotten soiled during the second round.

You were laying on the floor, the soft material of the carpet brushed softly against the skin of your back. The warmth emanating from the fireplace embraced your body almost in the same way Sam’s body would under the covers of your bed.

Sam had taken an sudden interest to the book you were reading before his sudden return home made you thrown it blindly to the floor. Picking up the book, he sat on the couch and began reading the synopsis on the back. He hadn’t read the book before and he didn’t know the author at all, but he remembered some parts you read to him during one of your late night calls.

Your seemingly sleeping figure suddenly moved, taking Sam’s attention away from the book back to you. The soft glow of the fireplace reflected on the white silky material of your strap dress in a way that he couldn’t help but let his eyes wander adoringly at the sight in front of him.

A lighter and the clay ashtray he made for your birthday last year were placed closed to your head, where he had put it right before going upstairs to get you something clean to wear. The music emitting from your phone combined with the way you were laying there on your side, right hip digging into the carpet and torso slightly curved to his direction, the dress hugging your figure in a way that made your ass stand out – that whole image made him dizzy with love.

He wasn’t big on posting about your relationship on the internet, preferring to keep the special moments you two shared between you and the people he loved and trusted the most, far away from possible malicious comments. But every once in a while, in moments like this, he couldn’t help but want to share the love he felt for you with the rest of the world.

Sam looked around for his phone, finding it under a pillow next to him. He opened up his camera and dragged his finger across the screen to lower the contrast, adding to the cosy winter vibes he was going for.

The guitar solo emitting from your phone faded away slowly as he captured the moment. Your hand reached next to you and Sam’s heart warmed at the sight in front of him. Your fingertips found what they were looking for and you took the joint from its resting place and propped it between your lips before reaching for the green lighter next the ashtray. The same guitar chords slowly faded back in, filling Sam’s ears and making him realise it wasn’t the second time he heard it that night.

“Is All Along the Watchtower by Hendrix your new obsession?” He joked in a soft tone. He was still filming the sight in front of him and didn’t want his voice to cover the song. He was conscious enough to make sure he wasn’t filming in a weird angle but his mind was also partly elsewhere, stuck in some kind of weird limbo of adoring thoughts of you and possible Instagram captions for when he’d decide to post the video later on.

“It’s so good, I swear he put crack in it.” You joke before taking a hit of the joint. Now facing the ceiling, you released the smoke. “I’m definitely obsessed with it, but not as much as I am with the feeling of your beard scratching the insides of my thighs.”

This made Sam choke on his own spit and quickly lock his phone – he was planning on posting the video on his Instagram, just a glimpse on your relationship, to demonstrate all the adoration and love he felt for you. (One of the best musicians to have walked this earth playing from your phone, his very own definition of perfection wearing an almost see-through dress and enjoying the warmth coming from the fireplace – how could he not share that?) He wasn’t expecting the answer you had given him and it had messed him up more than he would ever care to admit.

“You will be the death of me, I swear.” Sam shook his head slowly, eyes closed but with his lips forming a growing smirk. “I hope you’re ready for round four, darling, because I’m not done with you yet.”

“Are you going to fuck me to the sound of Jimi Hendrix?” Your head lulled to the side, innocent looking eyes fully trained on him.

Sam wasn’t sure how, but your eyes sparkled like a VVS diamond ring, even with no light whatsoever reflecting in them. The way they roamed across his face, hanging around his lips before slowly drifting down made his jaw go slack and his mouth drool with want.

“I hope you’re ready for rounds four and five, sweetheart.” He spoke in a low tone. “I’m nowhere near done with you.”

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