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kinanabinks · 16 hours
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sesame & the sweetheart
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You've been on a few dates with Bucky now, and the sexual tension is at an all-time high. After another cute date, you realize you can't keep your hands off him for very much longer.
Content Warning: Bucky x F!Reader, fluff, casual dating, very cute soft vibes, smut (nipple play, penetrative safe sex, multiple orgasms, praise kink)
This is basically a fluffy version of Third Date. Just wanted to write something with no stakes or drama (which is incredibly difficult for me to do). The last time I tried to do that, we ended up with the Relax series, but I promise this one will remain simple and soft. Also that gif is so cute.
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The plate lands on your table with a gentle clink, the waffle staring up at you. Dark, milk, and white melted chocolate smother the top, immediately making your mouth water. Smiling politely, the server stands back. "Anything else for you guys?" She asks with a raised brow.
You share a look with Bucky before thanking her and letting her know you're all good for now, and she shoots you a wink before wandering off.
"It looks exactly like the TikTok," You say, bewildered by the beauty lying before you.
Bucky laughs, nodding. "It does look really good," He agrees while you unwrap the napkin from around the knife and fork. It's only a small table you're sitting at, so it only has one pair of cutlery, but neither you nor Bucky bothered asking for another one.
"We have to try it at the same time," You decide while cutting a piece of the waffle that ends up being bigger than you planned. "Will that fit in your mouth?"
With a grin, he shrugs. "We can try."
"Alright, let me cut myself a piece," You say, cutting a slightly smaller bite. "Now - don't start chewing until I've got mine. Okay?" You wait for him to agree to your strict terms before bringing the mammoth bite to his mouth, leaving behind some chocolate residue on the corner of his mouth. He does well to obey, though it take him a lot of willpower when the warm chocolate coats his tongue. You quickly pick up your bite and place it on your mouth, giving him a wink as you both begin to chew.
He lets out a groan, nodding with his brows furrowed. "That's good," He said once he's swallowed.
You swallow too before reaching out and wiping the corner of his mouth with your thumb, absentmindedly bringing it to your own mouth and licking it clean without a second thought.
As it's only a small table, Bucky's sitting next to you, which makes it easier for him to place his hand on your knee while you continue to feed him. It's only your third date, but you already feel comfortable around him. It isn't often that you meet someone on a dating app as hot and sweet as Bucky. You're still waiting to spot a red flag, but they're all coming up green.
"You wanna go for a walk after this?" He suggests, letting you take the last bite. "There's a path nearby, nice and quiet."
"Are you planning on killing me?" You ask teasingly, placing the fork down on the empty plate.
Bucky chuckles, shrugging his shoulders. "Maybe I am," He replies before making eye contact with the server who comes over.
"All done?" She asks brightly.
"Yes, thank you," Bucky replies. "Could I get the bill, please?"
She nods and takes the plate away, leaving you to glare at him. "We're splitting it this time," You declare sternly.
"Are we?" He asks with a raised brow, reaching into his pocket to pull out his black leather wallet.
"You paid the last two times," You remind him.
"It's gonna be like, ten dollars," He points out, giving you a flat look.
"So then, let me pay," You counter stubbornly.
"Here you go!" The server announces, placing the bill on the table. "I hope you enjoyed your food."
"It was really good," You tell her with a smile while fumbling in your purse. By the time you've got your phone ready, Bucky's already swiping his card, having added a big tip for the server. Hot.
"Thank you so much," She says. "Enjoy the rest of your day!"
You narrow your eyes at him once she's gone, but he only laughs. "I'm not gonna let you pay for a date I've asked you on, sesame," He tells you, the nickname a callback to when you were left with sesame seeds all over your lips after the dessert you ate on your first date. How you managed to secure a second date with him, you'll never know.
"In that case," You say as the both of you stand up. "I'm asking you on the next date."
"Oh, yeah?" He challenges as you swings open the door to the small cafe and lets you walk out first. "Not if I do, first."
Your eyes widen as he follows you out and you quickly turn to face him. "Will you-"
"Do you wanna go watch that new horror film you've been talking about this Friday?" He cuts in, a smug look on his face.
Damn it. He knows you can't say no to that. "I'd love to," You reply honestly, before a mischievous smirk pulls at your lips. "Do you want to go for dinner at the Red Velvet after the movie?"
Bucky takes your hand and begins leading you down the street, a focused look on his face as he tries to win this game. "Would you prefer to go to that brisket place we walked past last week?" He counters.
Your mouth waters just at the memory of the smells that came from that place. He's good, but you can't give in. "Sushi?" You suggest. "I know you love that Dragonfly place."
The look on his face makes you think you've finally got him - but he has one more trick up his sleeve. "How about," He begins, a knowing look in his eye, "We watch the movie, and then I take you back to my place where I can cook dinner for you?"
Your stomach flips at his proposal and you know you can't say no to that. He hasn't mentioned that he cooks yet, but even if he's a terrible chef, the thought of him putting in that effort for you makes you swoon. "That sounds perfect," You say, hating how weak you are, causing him to shoot you a satisfied wink.
The pathway he takes you on is admittedly very pretty. You walk by a quiet canal, and though in any other situation you'd be terrified to be alone in a place like this with a man you met online a few weeks ago, you feel safe with Bucky.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" He asks. The two of you have stopped by a big rock on which water is cascading down, and though the view is pretty, he's prettier.
"Just making you sure you aren't about to kill me," You say as he places his hands on your hips and pulls you closer, making you bite your lip.
"You look like you want something," He utters lowly. "What do you want, sesame?"
Your first kiss was at the end of your second date three days ago. He walked you home and gave you a goodnight peck at the door; completely different to what you're used to. Because he's such a gentleman, you're finding it hard to be open about what you want.
"Talk to me," He urges you gently, moving one hand up to cup your face. He knows what you want; he just wants you to say it. Maybe he isn't such a gentleman, after all.
Swallowing your pride, you lift up your chin and meet his eyes. "I want you to kiss me," You admit quietly, moving closer until your chest is pressed against his.
Part of him wants to continue teasing you, but he can't hold back any longer, especially not when he can feel your boobs against his ribs. Your dates have been a lot more reserved than he's used to, but that's because he wants to do this right with you - you make him feel a way nobody ever has before, so he wants to be a gentleman. But you're making that incredibly difficult. Without wasting any more time, he brings his lips down to yours in a soft kiss. Well, it's soft for all of three seconds. You wrap your arms around his neck and part your lips, allowing for your tongue to stroke his.
His hands squeeze your hips, and you place yours on top of his before moving them down to your ass, moaning as he grabs it. You let out a whimper and clutch fistfuls of his t-shirt. "Buck," You whine quietly against his lips, begging him to understand what it is you need.
Pulling away from the kiss, he keeps your body close to his. "What do you say we cut this walk short and head back to my place?" He suggests, no hint of teasing in his tone - this is serious. Fuck being a gentleman.
A grabby, gropey Uber ride later, you arrive at his apartment building. It's fancy; the kind with a big square courtyard with bushes and healthy looking flowers, and you begin to realize why he's always so happy to pay for everything. It isn't until the elevator ride that you notice how much you miss having his lips on yours.
"Hey," You begin, nudging his shoulder before you lean back against the mirror. "Will you kiss me again?"
He's on you before you finish the sentence. Thankfully, he lives on the 22nd floor, so there's enough time for a rushed make-out session until the doors open. Bucky's hands are back on your ass which he squeezes in his palms, knowing that it's what makes those pretty whimpers leave your mouth.
"Bucky, I'm so wet," You whisper, craning your neck back as your heart races. "Please touch me."
You're not sure what's gotten into you - sure, you usually don't wait until the third date to hook up, but public intimacy has never been in your remit. Granted, you're in an otherwise empty elevator, but there's likely CCTV cameras with some very excited security guards watching your every move.
Bucky doesn't take orders lightly - he's a giver by nature, so when he hears you begging him to put his hands on you, he can't refuse. He slips a hand between your thighs, skirting it up your dress, feeling your soft, bare skin beneath his palm. With his forehead resting against yours, Bucky begins to rub your pussy through your soaked panties. His fingers move quick, and that combined with how attracted to him you are makes it easy for you to get close to finishing.
A string of quiet moans leave your mouth, and Bucky takes the opportunity to stick his tongue past your parted lips. Your thighs clamp around his hand but he continues rubbing your clit, while you tug on his hair.
"Bucky, I'm-" Just as you feel your climax begin to approach, a ding sounds out.
"Floor 22. Doors opening."
He stops his movements, pulling his hand out from between your legs, much to your chagrin. Laughing at the pout on your lips, he takes your hand and leads you out into the hallway.
This is definitely the fanciest apartment building you've been in, and you haven't even seen his place yet. The floors look to be have been cleaned as recently as this morning, with fresh flowers in vase fixtures on the walls. Bucky takes you into his apartment, and you're even more taken aback.
It's large, with full-length windows on one wall giving you a view of the New York skyline. The thought of what the rent must be almost makes your eyes water. Looking around, you take in the surroundings. He's good at decorating - or he paid someone well to do so for him - and he's tidy. You look at the back wall which has a few certifications and awards on them which takes you by surprise.
"When you said you work in finance, I admittedly blocked out the rest of your sentence," You admit, turning to look at him. "I didn't realize you were a CFO!"
"You ignored me?" He asks with faux shock, placing a hand on his chest as he walks over to you. "I opened up to you about my life and you blocked it out?"
"I have a certain image of you, and finance bro is not it," You admit with a laugh. "I didn't wanna ruin the image."
"What image?" Bucky wonders, taking one of your hands and bringing it up to his cheek.
"You're a little sweetheart," You mumble, moving closer to him. "I want it to stay that way."
"I can be your little finance sweetheart," He says, snorting as the sentence leaves his mouth.
"Something tells me that's not what you make your employees call you," You say with a smirk.
"I don't have employees, I have a team," Bucky corrects you, licking his lips as he grabs your hips and pulls you closer. "But that's enough about work. How about I finish what I started, hmm?"
The conversation escapes your mind, which you find is suddenly blank. Nodding up at him, you rest your hands on his chest. "I like that idea."
Without warning, he lifts you up and throws you over his shoulder, making you squeal. He takes you into his bedroom, your heart racing as he gently throws you onto his bed. Immediately, you kick off your shoes, not wanting to dirty his clean sheets.
He joins you on the mattress with a small grin, getting on top of you and marrying his lips to yours again. You can't remember the last time kissing someone was this good, and you quickly realize just how much you want him.
"Bucky," You mumble, tugging at the hem of his shirt. "Take it off." Admittedly, the shirtless picture on his dating profile has been on your mind since you matched with him, and you need to see it in person. And feel it.
He happily obliges, pulling his shirt off over his head and tossing it to the side. You make a mental note to steal it from him later. "I'm feeling left out," Bucky says with a smirk before he starts unbuttoning your shirt dress. You sit up, allowing him to pull it away from your body, leaving you there in your underwear. He looks you up and down, unable to hide the look of hunger in his eyes. Fuck. You're perfect.
"I need to tell you something," You begin coyly, resting your palms on the bed as you subconsciously stick your chest out.
"Oh?" He whispers, eyes still glued to your body. "What is it?"
Biting your lip, you lower your voice, finding yourself almost nervous. Get a grip. This isn't your first rodeo. "I, uh, my nipples are... super sensitive," You say, feeling your cheeks heat up as the sentence leaves your mouth.
Bucky's eyebrow flickers up on its own accord. "Right," He replies almost inaudibly. "Does that mean I should avoid touching them, or-"
"Absolutely not," You cut him off instantly. "The opposite."
His face relaxes, before his eyes glint with excitement. He tentatively places his hands on your hips, before slowly snaking them up your back while you keep your eyes firmly on his. Expertly, he unhooks your bra, and you wonder whether he's lucky or just well-practiced. Once your bra's off, his eyes sink down to your boobs, the cool air making your nipples harden.
"Fuck," He whispers under his breath, his dick impossibly hard. "You're so fucking sexy."
Your thighs squeeze together as you watch him watching you, dark lust clouding his face. "What are you waiting for?" You ask him lowly.
"I don't know," He mumbles, brows furrowing together. "Just... enjoying the view."
"As sweet as that is," You say with a soft laugh, "How about you stop being such a tease and touch them?"
His hand slides up your side, making you shiver. He grabs one of your boobs in his hand, looking up at your face as his thumb grazes over your nipple. Immediately, you suck in a sharp breath, lips parting and hips starting to grind against the bed.
"You weren't kidding about them being sensitive," He whispers.
"Bucky," You whine, allowing your back to hit the bed. "Please."
He follows you down, taking a boob in each hand but steering clear of your nipples. "What do you want, sesame?" He asks you with a small smirk pulling at his lips.
Sick of his teasing, you place one hand on the back of his head and use your other hand to grab his cheeks, causing his mouth to pucker as you push his face into your chest. Bucky thinks he's died and reached heaven. His lips wrap around your nipple as he sucks, making your eyes roll back. Muffled groans leave his mouth and he gently starts to rut against you, his hard cock rubbing against you.
"Don't stop," You whimper, feeling the familiar build up in your core. "Please, don't stop, Bucky."
He switches from one boob to the other, using his hand to pull and twist on your neglected nipple. You feel your stomach tighten and your breaths become quick and shallow. His tongue swirls around your nipple before be grazes his teeth on it, gently biting down when he hears your sharp gasp.
"I'm- Bucky, I'm cumming," You say with a hushed urgency. "I'm- oh, fuck."
When you finally come to, stomach fluttering, you look back up at him, deciding you don't like how smug he looks while you're a mess. Grabbing his shoulders, you push him down onto his back and straddle him, thankful that he's letting you manhandle him.
It isn't the first time you've orgasmed solely through nipple play, but it's never been that quick before. You credit that to your attraction to Bucky, rather than letting yourself admit he could just be that skilled.
He moans against your tits, continue to hump you as your orgasm takes over. Pulling away from your nipple, Bucky looks down at you, taking in the sight of your afterglow. Pure pleasure coats your skin with a soft sheen of sweat, shaky breaths escaping your mouth as your chest heaves. Cupping your face, Bucky takes a mental image, realizing just how gorgeous you actually are.
"You're wearing way too many clothes, sweetheart," You utter as you fumble with his belt before pulling it off, his jeans swiftly following.
Bucky lies back with his hands behind his head and a lazy grin on his face, more than happy to let you undress him - until he realizes what underwear he's wearing.
"Is that... He-Man?" You ask, looking closely at his boxers. Sure enough, there's an image of the cartoon superhero right over where his dick is, with the words I Have The Power printed underneath.
His face drops as he glances down and he inwardly curses. Fuck. You've officially ruined your chance with the woman of your dreams. Well done, James.
"That is adorable," You laugh, shaking your head. "You have the power?"
"Someone gifted them to me as a joke," He tells you as his cheeks flush pink. "But they're unironically really comfortable."
You go to pull them down, but you're laughing too much to be able to concentrate. Having had enough of your teasing, Bucky grabs your hips and throws you down in the bed before getting on top of you.
"I don't appreciate you laughing at me," He says sternly, pinning your hands to the pillow above your head.
"Oh? What are you gonna do about it, He-Man?" You say coyly. "Use your power against me?"
He snorts, but keeps his face firm. "Watch yourself, sesame," He mumbles, looking you up and down as he lets go of one of your hands to pull down his amusing underwear. You do the same, pulling down your panties as your heart races, trying not to salivate at the sight of his dick while he takes out a condom from the bedside cabinet.
"Let me," You mumble, taking the packet he's already ripped open and pulling out the condom before slowly rolling it over his impressive cock, making him shudder as your fingers brush his shaft.
It's big. And thick.
"Shit," You whisper under your breath, your cunt pulsing at the thought of being stuffed by him. "Y'know... with a dick like that, you'd think you'd have shown it off with a nude or two by now."
Bucky chuckles while grabbing your ankles and placing them on his shoulders. "He's camera shy," He says slyly, rubbing his tip against your soaking pussy. "And I needed to find out if you deserved it or not, first."
"Oh, yeah?" You breathe out, trying to remain calm and cool and collected as he rubs against you. "Have I proven myself to you, yet?"
With his eyes on yours, dark and lustful, he brings his cock to your entrance and slowly pushes it in, stealing your breath. Bucky swallows thickly as he feels you tightly hugging his shaft, your cunt throbbing around him. He was planning to shoot some cocky comment your way about you deserving him, but his mind is completely wiped clean as he bottoms out inside you.
"Oh, fuck," He mumbles, resting his forehead against yours.
"Bucky," You cry, never having felt so full before. "Bucky, you're so big."
It isn't the first time he's heard that sentence, but coming from you makes it feel like it is. With his hands gripping your hips, he slowly begins thrusting in and out of you, grunts and groans leaving his mouth. His lips brush against yours. "Does that feel okay, baby?" He asks you lowly.
Your response is a loud moan that almost sounds like a yes. You bring your hands up to your boobs, pulling on your nipples. Waves of pleasure course through you, making shameless sounds leave your mouth.
Bucky watches as you play with your own tits, clenching his jaw as he wills himself not to cum this quickly. "Fuck, you're so hot," He groans, stroking your hips. Hold it back, James. Think of He-Man.
Knowing he'll last another three seconds maximum if he keeps watching you twist your nipples like that, he tactically decides to switch positions, moving you onto your hands and knees where he's safe from seeing any boobs. You let out a whine as he plunges his cock back into you, able to get deeper in this position. Your hands grab fistfuls of the sheets as you moan into the pillows.
With his hands on your hips, Bucky fucks you harder, watching as your ass bounces on him. He can't tell if this is making him closer to cumming than seeing your boobs was, but either way he knows he's in the danger zone.
Grunting, he pushes you down so you're lying flat on the bed and lies on top of you, burying his face in your neck where the smell of your vanilla perfume mixed with your sweat lingers. Fuck. Is there any position where he's safe?
"Baby," He begins, slowing down his thrusts. "I- I don't think I'm gonna last much longer." Usually, he'd never admit such a failure, but he can't help it. He doesn't want to disappoint you, and right now he feels like an inexperienced virgin again, shuddering at just the touch of a woman. Get a grip.
"It's okay," You whisper, turning your head to the side. "Just rub my clit, and play with my tits, and I'll be there, too."
God, you're perfect.
He happily obeys, snaking one of his hands between your legs while the other trails up to your chest. As soon as you feel him rub against your nipple, you feel a spark in your core, one that intensifies as his fingers find your clit and begin rubbing circles on it.
"Just like that," You cry as he fucks into you harder and faster. "Don't stop, Bucky, don't stop!"
"You want my cum, baby?" He whispers in your ear, keeping up his pace.
"Please," You whimper as your stomach flips.
"Then let go for me, baby," He orders. "Cum all over my cock."
His hushed words are enough to push you over the edge, and with a moan of his name, you feel the band snap. A flood of pleasure washes over you and your body shakes beneath him.
Bucky feels you tighten and squeeze around him and, finally, allows himself to finish. His cum fills the condom, his cock throbbing against your walls as he groans, continuing to thrust weakly. His breath hits your neck, his voice sending low vibrations through your skin as he utters in your ear, "That's a good girl."
Your heart skips a beat as you try to catch your breath, your hand finding his and intertwining with his fingers. He places gentle kisses on your neck, grazing the sensitive skin with his teeth. The two of you slowly float down from your highs, while the sunlight streams in through the large window, warming your bare skin and reminding you that it's barely 3pm.
"Afternoon delight," You mumble weakly, causing Bucky to snort.
"I love that song," He says through a smile, chuckling softly.
He collapses on the bed next to you and the both of you stare up at the ceiling. "Yeah," He agrees. "Really good." Easily the best he's ever had, but he can't admit that to you this early on - he has to retain some level of composure around you, at least until you like him too much to dump him.
You slowly turn around while he discards the condom. Smiling down at you, Bucky scans your body, still in disbelief at how beautiful you are. "That was good," You say, nodding.
"I think that was the best I've ever had," You announce boldly, too fucked-out to care about how cool and mysterious you need to be in order to keep him interested.
Shocked, Bucky turns to face you, his eyes wide. "Uh, yeah," He stumbles. "Me too."
You snort and raise a brow. "That was believable," You comment dryly.
"No, I mean it," He insists, turning his body to you and wrapping his arm around you. "Seriously. I just didn't think it would sound... cool if I admitted it."
"Cool?" You repeat, smiling at him. "You don't need to be cool. You're my little finance sweetheart, remember?"
His cheeks are slightly pink but you don't know if that's from the sex or if he's genuinely shy. Moving closer to you, Bucky burrows his face in your neck. "Whatever you want me to be," He says, holding your body close to his. You're glad he's a cuddler, even more so that he's happy to be the big spoon.
"I know it's only three, but is it okay if I fall asleep?" You ask him with your eyes shut. Even if he says no, you doubt you'd have the energy to stay up right now.
"I'm already halfway there," He mumbles, giving your neck a final kiss before the two of you slowly fall into a peaceful slumber.
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chailovesu · 4 months
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Random things u can add to your script if you are manifesting being famous
i think ima separate this into careers
model:
being on the cover of magazines
always knowing when a camera is on you + never have awkward pictures get popular
being considered one of the best new gen models and one of the best of all time
being signed to desired company
being the muse of a very famous designer
very photogenic/videogenic
have an iconic walk that everyone loves
you could be wearing something absolutely hideous but make it look good
singer/rapper:
every single song u make blows up on every platform
kind of rapper/singer that once u feature on a song its ur song now
if u cover a song the cover gets more famous bc it sounds better
popular dance trend being made to your songs
immunity to getting sued for copying a song
perfect stage presence
be able to dance and sing/rap at the same time
constantly be nominated for awards and win
any song u make constantly goes platinum and charts for months
having a song featured in a popular tv show/movie
be good at taking selcas and they always go viral on pinterest
easily hit high notes
unreleased music never gets leaked
being talented on a beyonce level
be invited to perform at places like the superbowl and coachella
be able to write ur own songs with unique lyrics
game streamer:
clips of u playing always go viral
have a connection with your subscribers + be everyones comfort streamer but not in a forced way
be really good at the games u play effortlessly and look good while playing
having merch that always get sold out
being seen as the main streamer for desired games
be entertaining to watch + funny things always happen on stream
subscribers always donate alot of money and give you gifts
collab with other famous streamers + everyone enjoys playing with you
have access to unreleased games early
have partnerships with really big brands
be gifted free games often by companies for promotions
people know u by face AND voice
if u wanna be a faceless streamer at first your face reveal blows up (in a good way not the dream way) and ur subscribers double bc of it
actor/actress:
being fancasted for your favorite cartoon character so much that u act in the live action version of it
always get paid a lot for your roles
have chemistry with your co-workers
be good at all type of acting (voice acting too)
easily attract roles
never get hate for the roles u act
always get awards for your acting
easily be able to do things like cry on command + be able to make your audience feel the emotion through the screen
be a very versatile actor like your range is crazy
applies to all:
seeing edits of yourself by talented editors often
pristine reputation + never being canceled
being that one celebrity that everyone defends like their life depends on it
Immunity to weird ppl finding out abt u
being likable in general any hate you receive just feels so forced
being alot of celebrities ideal type
being everyones celebrity crush
never having your xxxx exposed (or revise never taking any)
eye contact with u makes interviewers nervous like that one jhene aiko clip
people from your past only have good things to say + other celebrities love meeting you and only have good impressions of you
this one applies to acting and singing and modeling but being a highly sought-after person in that field
a fortnite skin? or being featured in your favorite game
still being safe going in public alone + fans respect your privacy
and if ur manifesting being a nepo baby
everyone supports you
in your childhood u were featured in alot of movies/shows (or just in the spotlight often) so people feel like they watched you grow up and adore u
being more famous than your parents + people feel like even if ur parents weren't famous u still would've gotten famous
having famous childhood friends
if i think of more ideas or careers ill make a pt2 but thats probably unlikely idk yet
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sweets4dolls · 2 months
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SHAKING YOU SWEETIEE i luv luv your works, n i wass just wondering. would u mind maybe writing a scenario for vox with dollification? i think his hypnosis powers would be just great for making reader into an obedient doll for him that he can dress up pretty, take anywhere n fuck whenever cuz she's just a dumb dolly <3
ofc if this isn't to your tastes or its uncomfy for u pls skip!! i never wanna overstep ur boundaries. have a wonderful day!!
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pairing: vox + fem!reader
content warnings: smut, dollification, doll kink, doll pet names, dumbification, hypnosis, car sex, dubious consent, not proofread
notes: LKSDJF UR SO RIGHT, u are such a sweetheart have an amazing day and night ily <3 MWAH
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it all started when you first came to hell, crashing just by the v's tower, close enough for vox to happen to see as he was walking outside, just about to go attend an event somewhere else when he saw you.
you were a cute little thing, and he had the time to spare to go and greet you before heading off, so he walked over to you, introducing himself, as it was obvious you had just gotten to hell.
"hello there, sweetheart, are you alright?" he said with a honeyed voice as you look up at him with worried, vacant eyes. "I-i'm so sorry, where am I?" you stammered out.
and like that, he knew you'd be a perfect little thing to have on his arm during this event, so he tells you quickly, "you're in hell, darling," making your eyes all glossy before he quickly whips out his hypnosis, making you stop - he didn't want that tender complexion all ruined before he dragged you off to this business event!
quickly, with the hypnosis still on, he convinces you that it'd be a whole lot safer if you come with him. hazily, you nod your little head, taking teetering steps towards him, nearly falling until he offers you his arm to lean against, making him chuckle as he guides you to his limo.
once in the limo, your figure slumps against him as your lovely inane eyes scan over the interior of the car as vox tells the driver to go grab some outfits from velvette that would fit your pretty figure, in a shade of blue that would match him, of course.
"thank god that ribbon in your hair already matches," he murmurs out loud, toying with a strand of your soft hair.
he couldn't believe his luck, a pretty little thing like you, all fresh to hell that landed just as he was about to go to a meeting, still too alienated to want to be let alone in this new setting yet, someone easy enough to keep compliant.
not taking too long, the driver shoved some cutesy little baby blue dress into the back with you and vox as he started driving.
"now, darling, let's get you out of this dirty thing, hm?" he says, not really asking as he moves to shrug it off of you, before you start to inch away from him, "w-wait, I-"
"don't worry honey, just be a good doll for me and play dress up, hm?" he says, voice going staticky as he uses hypnosis to make you docile once more as you nod your head yes, letting him take you out of your battered clothes, leaving you in your panties and bra.
"god, I picked a good one," he mumbled to himself, feeling himself stir at the sight of you in your near-nakedness, before to deciding in going in a another direction.
"actually, little doll, you don't mind if I give you a kiss, right?" he says with a smile, knowing that you'd be ready to do anything he told you. nodding your head no, all shyly as your hair shakes around you, the pair of you practically giving off the stereotypical version of a little boy playing with dolls.
"that's it, be a dumb doll for me," he says as he leans in, pressing a kiss against your hot waiting mouth as his hands mess with the clasping of your bra, finally wrenching it off of you in between kisses.
"mm, and pretty underneath too," he states as he resumes his kisses, now traveling down your neck and chest as his hands flick over your chest, up until his mouth reaches the bands of your panties, a claw moving to slice through them, taking them off so he can see your wet little cunt.
"oh, that's a good doll, all wet for me already? its like your dumb little brain doesn't know how to do anything else," he snickers as he circles your clit a few times with a finger, earning soft mewls from your lips.
"I know, feels so good, doesn't it doll?" he mumbles as he unbuckles his belt, freeing his cock as you respond with a shy "y-yes," face warm as you do.
naked, except for that darling velvet ribbon in your hair, vox brought you up to his lap, sinking you down slowly on his cock, making him groan as he feels you, all tight around him as he finally fits all of himself in.
"that's it doll, take me like that," he says as he turns on the hypnosis once more, "ride me, won't you doll?" he says all sweetly, making your hips move against his.
with pupils blown out, your hands find his shoulders as you lift yourself up and down on his cock, feeling the burn of him stretching you as you take him in and out.
"you like that? you like that doll?" he murmurs as you whine and nod your head as you continue to ride him until your thighs burn and your movements slow.
taking notice of this, he pushes you down, the pace instantly changing to a much faster one as he pumps into your pussy, fitting into you deep enough to hit your sweet spot over and over until you cum all over his cock.
once he finishes too, he pulls out, admiring the way your hole drips his cum and spasms around nothing, missing the fill of his cock.
"might just have to keep you forever, pretty doll."
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》 TOXIC pt. III -- rafe cameron x reader
{ series masterlist }
word count — 4.2k+
warnings — MDNI; toxic!babydaddy!rafe, smut, mentions of noncon/abuse/degradation, honestly nowhere near as toxic as the other 2 chapters lol, also lmk if i’m missing something!!
a/n — so so sorry this took so long!! i honestly don’t love this chapter and struggled w an ending so its almost kinda open ended so u can decide what u would do/i can come back and write another chapter sometime.. so this may or may not be the final chapter. also ignore the smut i’m new to writing fics so kind of dancing around the smut atm!! also this was not proofread haha
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summary — rafe decides he wants to be a family again, now he just has to convince you…
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Rafe Cameron was never much of a present father to begin with.
His own beginnings played a hand in the kind of father, or lack there of, that he is today.
He loves the idea of posessing anything. Having ownership over something or someone, totally and completely.
Rafe knew college would be the hand that tore through the web of your relationship. He’d figured you’d meet a whole array of suitors, ones that were anger and daddy issue free. Ones with normal temperments and appreciation for their partners. Ones who wanted to build and grow with their girlfriends, not control or neglect them.
Getting you pregnant was the ultimate power move over you. It was his way of staking his claim, forcing you to be tied to him, whether you wanted to or not.
Your cries had served as the background music to the most beautiful picture you could’ve painted for him - two lines on a tiny white stick.
He revelled in the positive test, and a sense of accomplishment filled him. He felt powerful. You thought you could disrespect him, dispose of him and move on to the next like everyone else… but he’d showed you who really had the final say.
Rafe had hoped for a boy. In fact, his mind never once entertained the other possibility. He’d imagined raising his son, a smaller version of himself who he’d make sure would have a better father figure than he did. His always favored his two sisters over him. Every. Single. Time.
So imagine the emotions Rafe felt when the doctor ran a small wand over your stomach, spreading around the cold gel to reveal a girl.
A fucking girl.
Not a little Rafe.
A little… Sarah.
A little Wheezie.
Rafe broke down that night. He snorted too many lines and chugged too many beers to count while trying to push his impending doom out of his mind.
When Y/D/N arrived, Rafe tried to find that emotional connection he always longer for. He thought maybe the feeling would be instant. That he would automatically be drawn to the little girl who wrapped her tiny fingers around one of his own.
But it didn’t come quick at all. You didn’t even want to be with him anyway, and that threw off his entire plan.
Rafe had expected you to cling to him when she was born, and you did for awhile, but eventually you had a growing ball of energy to care for, with little time or patience left for his antics.
The fact that you didn’t want to be with him, but also didn’t want to be with anyone else, infuriated Rafe. Unless you counted the affection of your newborn, Rafe had absolutely no competition, and yet he still wasn’t good enough.
He never was. Story of his fucking life.
So, he decided to drag you through a custody battle, which allowed him to scare you into what he deemed was a good level of submission to start.
Postpartum also didn’t help, acting as an ally for Rafe, helping him play into your insecurities and weaknesses for months after Y/D/N was born.
It all slowly sucked you back into the toxic, possessive cycle you’d shared with Rafe to begin with.
If Rafe kept every date that was set aside for him to he with Y/D/N by the judge, then it was a good week. But good weeks were a rarity with the oldest Cameron.
You’d spent the first four years of your daughter’s life assuming majority of the parental responsibilities, while Rafe was pretty much only good for funneling money to your bank account, playing daddy enough to convince your daughter she had more than one genuine, consistent parent, and making your life hell otherwise.
Your daughter loved him nonetheless, and you told yourself you’d never rob her of the image she had of her father or the relationship they shared, no matter how much you wanted to spite him… no matter what kind of emotional toll it took on you.
Rafe comes across your Instagram post as he’s finishing off the second bottle in that night’s 6-pack. Y/D/N, perched high on your hip, laughing and smiling while you beamed up at her.
It was a picture any decent father would’ve been happy to see. He should be smiling. He should be excited and proud of his little girl for trying her hand at her very first sport or organized activity in general. More importantly though…
He should be there.
But instead, you wanted someone else to take pictures, capture all of the memories he was missing out on.
Or even worse, be in the picture, smiling next to you with an arm draped around his daughter. Around his girls. Everyone would see you post the new guy, and they’d automatically know that Rafe Cameron fucked another thing up.
They already knew he couldn’t be a good son. He couldn’t be a good brother. He couldn’t be a good boyfriend, so of course, he couldn’t be a good father. And nobody would be surprised.
He wouldn’t have it. He couldn’t have it.
Icy blue irises were glued to the screen, while the mind above them trailed off to a darker scene.
The hands encompassing his phone suddenly stole his attention. They were veiny and large, large enough to almost swallow the device whole. Large enough to wrap around your entire neck, fingers locking together in the back, not even an inch of space spared.
He had choked you with these hands. Pushed you, hit you, hurt you. He’d placed the same gentle hands on your daughter, that he’d almost choked you out with literally moments before.
Rafe never intended on being like his father. But he’d only ever seen his dad solve problems one way - with violence. So he didn’t know how else to react when you triggered him, made him angry or upset.
And who’s to say what he would’ve done, had Rose not barged in on the scene as it was unfolding? Maybe she stopped him from doing something he would regret.
Everyone only ever told Rafe how much of a failure he was. They only recognized him when he fucked something up. He desperately wanted to avoid adding his daughter to the list of fuck-ups. He wanted to erase her name, and yours too.
He had wanted to be with you. Love you, take care of you, provide for you. And deep down, he wanted a family. He wanted a chance to have his own family, and do things how he wanted, and come home to people who loved him and wanted him around. But he’d never been one to express his feelings or desires in healthy ways.
As he tossed the glass bottle further out onto the terrace, Rafe took one more glance at the picture and decided tonight would be the night he tried to change that.
He made his way inside, grabbed his car keys and headed towards his truck. —
“Rafe, please,” you tried to hide the worry that laced your tone as you entered your condo, only to find Rafe in the kitchen. You’d just returned home from a great night, and wanted desperately to avoid ruining it over a confrontation with Rafe. “I don’t wanna fight today-“
“I’m not-“ Rafe cut himself off, closing his eyes and taking a breath deep enough to reset his demeanor. “I’m not here to fight.”
The boy can’t seem to meet your gaze, and you don’t miss the rare sight.
“What are you doing here?”
“How was her practice?” The question didn’t answer yours, but it did surprise you. As did his calm tone, gentle demeanor and seemingly sorrowful eyes. His blue orbs glistened as…tears threatened to brim? Was he going to cry?
You couldn’t take your eyes off of the man before you. Wide irises stayed planted on him even as you placed your purse on the kitchen island.
“Fine,” You could tell the one-worded response left him a little disappointed, like he’d been fishing for more.
“I-it was fine. She did really well. Fit right in with the other kids, even the ones that were older than her.”
He still said nothing, just nodding his head as it hung low.
His head shot up when you offered, “Wanna see some pictures?” He nodded with more of a purpose now, hoping you’d spare more than just the ones the rest of social media had already seen.
You rounded the island to meet Rafe on the other side, the tall man towering behind you as you began showing off your camera roll.
And for once, his close presence wasn’t intimidating you. It didn’t make you uncomfortable to have him hovering over your shoulder, peering through your phone. This time, he was going through it without having to sneak around you. He was invited into the tiny device in your hands. And for once, he didn’t feel an overwhelming urge to snatch the phone and pry through your texts or calls, making sure no other guys were monopolizing your attention. He simply wanted to see more of the morning he’d selfishly missed out on. Of the girls he was missing out on.
“Wow…” Wow. His daughter looked right at home on the gym mats, like she belonged in a pastel pink leotard, tumbling and flipping her little heart out.
“Listen, I-“ You instinctively flinched away as Rafe brought a hand to your arm. You’d already been struggling to ignore the way his chest brushed against your back as your scrolled through the pictures. His fingers were soft, resting gently on your arm rather than curling around it with the usual bone-crushing grip.
He immediately retreated at your body’s reflex, throwing his hands up quickly in defense.
“I…I’m not gonna hurt you, Y/N.” You were nervous to spin around and lock eyes again. You almost couldn’t even will yourself to, too worried that a dime would drop and Rafe’s demeanor would split and change as it often did.
You didn’t have to move though. Rafe placed both hands on your arms, carefully spinning you around to face him.
This time, your eyes did meet, but you couldn’t read the expression he wore.
“I’m…” he let out a frustrated sigh, eyes closed as he unballed fists he didn’t even know he’d made. He pressed his hands flat out in front of him, as if trying to regain his focus. What was he trying to say?
“I’m trying to say… I’m sorry.” He had to force the words out, and you truthfully didn’t know what to say.
An apology, let alone one that actually sounded even a bit sincere, was the last thing you’d ever dreamed of hearing from Rafe.
“I hate that I wasn’t there today. I-I don’t wanna miss anymore of her… stuff.” He was playing with his hands now. Nervous was a new look for the kook, one you never saw much of.
“I…I wanna be a family, Y/N.”
All you could do was stare up at him, wondering if your expression was as unreadable as his had been.
What were you supposed to say?
You’d dreamed of things working out with Rafe. You’d always wanted your daughter to grow up in one house with both parents, a luxury many aren’t afford these days. But Rafe had turned out to be everything everyone said he was, and your plan to ‘fix him’ had never played out how you’d wanted. 
But now that the opportunity to be a family seemed to present itself, you couldn’t help the hesitation you felt.
“I know I haven’t been the kind of… dad that I, that I should be,” the word sounded almost painful to get out. “But I want to make it up to you. To the both of you.”
Your eyes jumped to his hands as he began gliding them up and down your arms, bringing goosebumps to your skin.
You couldn’t even recall a time when Rafe had been this kind to you. This gentle. This vulnerable, this sincere, this remorseful.
Rafe never aplogized for putting his hands on you. Didn’t say sorry for forcing you to be sexual with him even if you weren’t together or weren’t in the mood. Didn’t show any remorse for weekends or dates missed with your daughter.
Rafe apologized for things like making you think it was okay to wear certain things in public, just because he’d bought them for you. He’d offer a ‘sorry you feel that way’, anytime you voiced the desire to not be subjected to his antics anymore.
So, who could blame you for being rendered speechless at Rafe’s remorsefulness right now?
His hands grabbed your attention again, now trailing down your sides. They grazed your hips before meeting your hands, filling the spaces between your fingers with his own.
“I’m gonna be a better man, Y/N.” He pulled one hand behind your back, still intertwined with yours before smoothing it out along the small of your back, gently drawling you closer to him.
When he dropped your other hand to cup your cheek instead, you couldn’t help but lean into his touch. It was warm, and you could almost feel a bit of…love behind it? It was the same gentle touch he’d laid on your daughter the day before, moments after prying his hands from your neck.
“Let me make it up to you…” You brought your eyes up to meet his again, and this time, you felt both surprised and anxious as you noticed the man leaning down towards you. Your eyes fell to his lips, beautiful and soft, and headed right for yours.
The kiss was slow at first, Rafe obviously not wanting to push the limit with the first loving gesture he was making to you in months. Maybe even years.
You didn’t fight it, instead allowing your lips to intertwine with Rafe’s. Your fingertips slowly teased up and down his biceps. It was a nice feeling, pulling his arms towards you, instead of clawing and pushing at them to release you from whatever grip Rafe had deemed fitting at the time.
That was the green light Rafe needed to move further. His hands met your hips again, giving them a quick squeeze before walking you backwards until your lower back met the kitchen island.
Your hands were all over each other at this point. You let out a gasp as Rafe tightened his grip on your hips, hoisting you up to sit on the island in front of him, legs parting as he moved to fill the gap between them.
You were hanging onto his every touch, eyes locked to him as he inhaled sharply, taking in your sweet scent before he opened his eyes to meet yours again.
“I love you, Y/N…” it came out so quietly, and you couldn’t find words to say. Nothing would suffice the way you felt in this moment, chills and heart both racing alike as Rafe breathed against your lips. Large hands rested on your thighs as he manuvered your clothes to leave kisses where he wanted. His lips trailed down from yours to your neck, stomach, thighs…
“Let me show you how much I love you, Y/N/N…” his words were barely above a whisper now as he kneeled in front of you. The nickname had you almost ready to tear up, you didn’t think you’d ever hear him mouth the word again. 
Warm, wet kisses were left on your inner thighs, eliciting a small moan from your lips as they parted. “Rafe…”
“I’ve been so horrible to you, Y/N/N.” He started toying with the hem of your skirt, pushing it up to your hips and revealing your lace thong. His fingertips brushed over the sensitive area, eyes darting up to yours again. He drank in your facial expressions, gauging the effect his words were having on you. He had to convince you to forgive him. To let him back in. There was no other option.
Luckily for him, it seemed to be working.
“I miss you both, so much,” He was parting your legs wider with his palms now, though he didn’t have to try too hard as you naturally began spreading them for him. Your willingness told him that he had you right where he’d hoped he’d be able to get you.
It was no exaggeration that you hadn’t been with anyone else since you’d met Rafe. The only time you were sexually active was if Rafe decided that’s what he wanted from you that day. It never mattered if you were in the mood or not. You’d spent plenty nights getting to know the small, vibrating wand that you kept stored in your closet. But even the multi-setting device couldn’t come close to the way the father of your child could make you feel.
And this calm, sweet side of him turned you on beyond words. 
You needed him, you decided.
You didn’t know if you only wanted him to satisfy the growing need between your legs, or wanted him to occupy the condo with you and try to be a family, for Y/D/N.
The thought of the three of you harmonizing together was overwhelming, but you couldn’t deny the appeal of the idea.
You pictured your daughter’s face lighting up when you gave her the news that she would get to spend everyday with both of her parents, the most important people in her little, growing world.
You were pulled from your thoughts just as your thong is pulled from your sex. Rafe ripped the cloth right down your legs and wasted no time attaching his lips to your throbbing bundle of nerves like a magnet. 
Rafe was never gentle, especially in the bedroom. You could tell that the primal side of him was starting to come out. Only this time, his dominance was turning you on instead of scaring you.
His tongue met your juices that had already formed from the short encounter with Rafe. It never took much with him.
“You miss me baby, hmm?” His voice was low as he looked up at you, the bottom half of his face still buried inbetween your legs.
You slowly nodded your head as a moan fell from your lips. As much as you hated to admit it, you did miss him… you missed this side of him. You missed his lips, his touch, his attention… and you definitely missed the feeling of his mouth between your legs. You’d gotten so used to being the one to pleasure him, and the turn of the tables had you excited and bucking your hips up at him.
After successfully pulling an orgasm from you with just his mouth and fingers, Rafe stood upright and grabbed you by your hips again, sliding your figure further down the island and closer to his. He maintained your gaze while he swiftly pulled his shirt over his head.
You stretched your arms out above your head, tongue darting out across your lips, soliciting a low groan from Rafe as he fumbled with his belt buckle. The leather was soon pulled from his waist and disregarded on the floor behind him.
He undid his pants, letting the denim fall with his boxers past his knees before placing an arm on either side of you and lowering his body down enough to kiss you again.
You pressed your hands to his chest as Rafe’s mouth covered yours, his tongue asserting dominance and exploring your mouth for what felt like the first time in forever. You shared the passionate kiss for a few moments before Rafe brought one hand back down, stroking his cock as it neared your entrance.
His other hand kept him steady as he slowly slid into you, and your head immediately fell back onto the countertop while your back arched at the familiar feeling of him stretching your walls.
Not even a minute later, Rafe’s thrusts pick up. He brings a hand to your face, smoothing your hair back before cupping the side of your face. He lets his thumb run over your lips, pulling your bottom lip down before sliding it into your mouth.
You let out a moan as you began sucking and swirling your tongue around his digit, just the way he liked it. The action had Rafe groaning again, his hips rutting into yours harder and faster.
“I know you missed this dick baby…” you nodded your head, Rafe’s thumb still lodged in your mouth. His low, deep tone was enough to make any woman go feral… especially you.
When Rafe slowed his pace, you couldn’t help but push yourself further down the island and closer to him, trying to gain that friction again.
Rafe almost forgot the fact that sex could actually be a relaxing thing. It could be soothing, and intimate. He didn’t realize how much…easier it was to make love to you when you both wanted it. He didn’t need to strain himself, stretching and overexerting his limbs and forcing his weight down to hold your body underneath him. He didn’t need to worry about dodging slaps and scratches or kicks while he kissed you.
He could use his hands for more important things, like caressing your face… or your ass, or your tits.
It wasn’t long before you felt your stomach start to tighten, a familiar sense of pleasure pending in your core.
Rafe picked up on the fact, your facial expressions and the tightening of your walls confirming to him that you were close.
“Go ahead baby… cum on daddy’s cock,” His words sent you over the edge. 
Rafe had a firm, yet enjoyable grip on your neck as he fucked you through your orgasm, his following right after. 
Naturally, he finished inside of you, only pulling out when he was sure his whole load had emptied past your walls.
You both took a few moments to catch your breath as Rafe began pulling his pants back up. He reached into a nearby drawer, fetching a hand towel and wiping away any mess that was left between your legs, something he’d never bothered to do much before. Your mind reluctantly jumped to your previous encounter, when he finished on your face and didn’t bother sparing you so much as a glance, let alone a towel, before he left the room.
You could tell that neither of you really knew what to say, and you both didn’t want to ruin the bliss you’d just experienced together. You decided to stay quiet, letting him choose when to break the silence.
When you rose from the counter and let your skirt fall back down your legs, Rafe spoke.
“I hope you don’t think I was saying all of that just so you’d let me fuck you,” he started, and you let out a small laugh at his words.
“Well now I do,” you joked, and as Rafe’s nervous laugh blended with yours, you struggled to recall a time you’d last shared one together.
“I-I really do want to be a family…for Y/D/N. She deserves a dad who’s there for her all the time,” Rafe places his hands on either side of your face, and you gently wrap your hands around his wrists.
“Like her mom. She has the best mom in the world…” All you could think about was Rafe asking what kind of fucked up mother you were the last time he saw you.
Rafe could tell, watching as your expression fell at his words. 
“I-I didn’t mean that shit I said last time, okay? I was high and pissed off, and I never should have said that shit to you.”
Your eyes betrayed you, glossing over as a tear threatened to fall.
Rafe caught it with his thumb, sighing loudly as he pulled you closer to him. He wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you tight as your arms draped around his neck.
“I love you, Y/N. I’m gonna make everything up to you. To both of you…”
You couldn’t speak for the fear of your voice cracking, or not coming out at all. You just nodded your head, taking in the scent of his familiar colonge that still lingered, even without his shirt.
You wanted to trust everything Rafe was saying. The lingering lust was compelling you to too, but somewhere in the back of your mind, you still felt a bit of hesitation.
You pulled away from the hug first, immediately wiping more tears away before your eyes fell on the digital clock on the microwave.
You realized Y/D/N would likely be home any minute, as your parents had taken their granddaughter out for dessert after her first gymnastics practice.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to hear that,” you started, voice shaky and soft. Rafe took your hands in his, offering an encouraging squeeze as you continued. “Thank you, Rafe, really…” You didn’t know how to tell him you wouldn’t be inviting him to stay the night. As much as you craved his touch still in that moment, you didn’t want your daughter to get confused by her dad’s presence on a random weekday.
Rafe must have picked up on your hesitancy, because he dropped your hands and ran one through his hair instead.
“Don’t worry, I-I’m gonna go. Just think about what I said, please?”
You nodded slowly, wrapping your arms around yourself as Rafe collected his shirt from the floor.
“I’m gonna be a better man, Y/N,” He slid the shirt over his head, arms slipping through the holes on the sides. “I promise.” He placed a final kiss on your head before offering you a small smile and making his way towards the living room.
You followed him through the condo back to the front door. He opened it slowly, almost hoping you’d change your mind and stop him.
“Goodnight, Rafe.” You gave him a small, toothless smile as he stepped through the threshold.
“Night, Y/N. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
With that, Rafe nodded again before turning and disappearing into the elevator. Rafe waved goodbye as the doors shut, and you waited until they were closed before closing your front door and turning the locks. Your mind was everywhere, and you needed some time to think before your daughter got home.
 Rafe promised. He didn’t know then if it was a permanent promise, or one he would soon break, and you didn’t either. But with you seemingly believing that he could be a better man so the three of you could be a family again, maybe Rafe could start to believe it too.
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your gonna remember me
Astrology observations (synastry)
the wounded healer chiron😋
-people you have chiron synastry are usually people that your never gonna forget. Wether it be a good or bad ending there is always gonna be a hidden feeling of what ifs between the 2.
Moon conjunct Chiron synastry = hidden feelings of confession we both feel something for each other but it just can’t happen. (1st BOY I REALLY liked and I just knew he liked me 2 but he was leaving for college out of state and we both knew it wasn’t gonna happen)
Mercury conjunct Chiron synastry=hurt through the topic of communication.usually didn’t care to communicate. (2nd boy that hurt me with not caring to fix things on how they went down.. all he had to do is apologize.)
Where your Chiron is also depends on how this synastry play out- for me this synastry occurs in my 9th house which rules travel and school… how this occurred for me was one person is always leaving wether it be graduating school and going their separate ways or getting a scholarship and leaving the state meaning I CANT SEE THEM😍
Saturn synastry oh boy.
-a man usually has his saturn conjuncting my planets and while it is good for long term it’s also hard if you don’t have any saturn aspects in your chart or saturn energy in general. Your gonna feel a bit trapped and they’ll probably remind you of your parents somehow lmao.
There’s always a age difference in this synastry wether it be 2 years ,4, or even 1 the Saturn person will want to commit to you and will feel the need to stick by you. Way stronger if they have Capricorn or Aquarius placements.
These people are usually karmic (Saturn ruling karma) and these people just come into your life outta nowhere 😭 mostly needed.
natal venus retrograde rant :/
-It’s so hard having this in your chart because every person you’ve ever had a bond with or romantic partnership will always affect you WAY MORE than it should. we take relationships to the extreme and it’s so easy to get disappointed from people that don’t reciprocate how much we give and give. I’ve learned that the hard way and so many call us guarded and bit cold but just know it’s cause of past hurt. LITERALLY PAST HURT 😭.
NN synastry
-NOW THIS ONE… I had my Venus conjunct a guys north node and it felt so free and easy going yet terrifying and a bit uncomfortable. The north node is what we’re trying to learn in this life and people that put planets in it usually give a lesson to learn built off of the planet. in this case I had a relationship (Venus)with NN and it didn’t last long, we both got hurt in the end but I know that this was meant to happen AS A LESSON. I felt like the best version of myself and you can just be yourself. The nn perosn had a HUGE crush on me and u can feel the pure admiration from the nn🥲
I’ve been in both sides b4 and I have a man’s Venus conjunct my nn rn and I just wanna give and give to him. His Venus falls into my 12th house where this conjunction occurs but it’s also unconditional support and It’s a bond-like no other.
The planet person and any axis points that conjunction another north node will always help you in your path. Neither will forget but the nn person will always be thankful for the planet person for pushing them to where they are now.
In conjunction synastry😀
-you know that saying opposites attract well yeah this is literally OPPOSITES ATTRACT. When you date someone you have inconjunction with *cough *cough (gemini and capricorn) it can give u a doozy. I can literally write essays about this dynamic but I’ll keep it short and sweet. If you ever get into a relationship with someone that has Inconjunction with most of your planets and add this with 4th house and 8th house synastry…. Its something both of you will learn from. You’ll think back at this relationship and be like wow I dated him?!?😭
some background info I was a senior in highschool and even though I knew people I wasn’t super popular like at all lmao. this guy that was known to be a huge player and just super attractive had a huge crush on me since forever. We ended up dating and that was my 1st ever thing with anyone and let’s just say I got hurt obviously but I left. So many people questioned this relationship “she’s so nice” and “he’s so cocky” well yeah. It’s just 2 different people that are attracted to each other but just think too differently to make it work.
What makes this so strong is that we both really don’t know how this person acts. It’s like with opposition even though their opposites there’s similar traits. Inconjunction just screams going into a job you’ve never worked at and just learning everything on the spot.😭
8th house synastry
If a man’s planets fall into your 8th house just know that they want u so bad. LMAO JK no but actually they want to know everything about you and the attraction is off the charts with this one. - the boy from earlier had his sun in my 8th house and the tension between us was something I never felt b4. I felt uncomfortable and rushed. He was shining light on this relationship he wanted with me and I felt like he could see right thru me. (I have Pluto in the 8th house so I felt like my boundaries where even higher.) if you’ve never interacted with your 8th house sign your either gonna make the worst enemies of them or the bestest friends. 8th house also rules 1st when it comes to anything sexual. He was my 1st kiss
I have so much more to say but I’ll save it for another post and thank you guys for the likes on my last post!😙💘
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worldlxvlys · 2 months
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matt sturniolo x singer! reader
warnings: smutttt, p in v, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, grinding
a/n: hope you enjoyyyy <33
“thank you guys so much for all the support and coming out here tonight” i said into the microphone.
the audience members replied with deafening applause and cheers.
i laughed into the microphone, still soaking in this unreal experience.
i had gotten about halfway through my set, and now was just taking a quick breather.
“i also wanted to give a huge thank you to my best friends, for always being there for me and constantly showering me with love and support” i said as i glanced over to the triplets.
best friends. well, two of them were my best friends. matt, however, was more than that to me.
we were dating, but we hadn’t told the fans yet, not wanting to deal with the hate that would most likely come with it.
but the fans aren’t dumb.
due to their insane attention to details, they were easily able to pick up on the feelings that matt and i had for one another. they just didn’t know that we’ve acted on them.
once i put out my first album of songs, titled chemistry, the fans quickly realized i was with someone. they had their suspicions, but i never confirmed that it was about matt.
most of the tracks on the album were love songs that i wrote over the years. they weren’t even necessarily for matt, i just wrote them whenever i was overwhelmed by my feelings for him and needed a way to get them out.
song writing helped me to process my feelings, and it just so happens that matt takes up almost every thought in my brain.
“i wouldn’t have made it this far without you guys and i’ll never truly be able to put into words how grateful i am” i said while looking at the boys in the VIP section.
in response, nick smiled and blew kisses while recording the interaction, like a proud mom at their child’s performace; chris did an awkward happy dance and screamed “we love you!” , and matt sat there with a lovesick look on his face and a shit-eating grin.
after a few more, we got to my favorite song on the setlist.
“this next song, literally just came out and is already doing so well, and i thank you for that” i was met with more applause.
after introducing the song, the first few chords played and then stopped, teasing the audience.
they went wild. after a few seconds, the intro really started to play.
MATT’S POV
i been knowing you for long enough
damn, i need you right now
she looks so good. her outfit was tight, fitting her in all the right places and accentuating her curves.
you can take your time, don’t have to rush
this might take us a while
she sounds incredible live. her voice is smooth as she effortlessly slides through the runs, never missing a note.
i left all the doors unlocked and you said you’re on your way
when you get here don’t you say a word, got no time to play
she might genuinely be a siren, luring me in with her seductive, yet somehow sweet and innocent-sounding voice. her tone is crystal clear and it almost makes me want to cry.
we can go all the time
we can move fast, then rewind
when you put your body on mine
and collide, collide
she starts to sway her hips to the beat, and i genuinely think i might lose it.
wanna see your body on mine
and collide, collide
her skin is coated with a light layer of sweat, making her body glisten under the lights. she looks like a goddess.
baby it’s all yours if you want me,
all yours if you want me
she looked directly at me when she sang this line, and the feeling of the intense eye contact went straight to my dick.
put it down if you want me tonight
she smirked lightly, no doubt enjoying how red my face was turning. she knows what she’s doing.
she made her way through the song, continuing to tease me. she would slowly run a hand down her body or lean forward to sing to the crowd, giving me a perfect view of her breasts.
god, they look like they’re gonna fall out of her top.
when she got to the bridge, i swear the sound of her voice alone almost made my eyes roll back.
i know that this is love when we touch boy
you got my heart
and can’t nobody make me feel like you do
boy like you do
the fact that there was so much tension between us, despite being so far away was driving me crazy.
it could be one of those nights
where we don’t turn off the lights
wanna see your body on mine and collide, collide
i could listen to the sound of her voice for the rest of my life.
i love it when she talks, when she laughs, when she sings, when she moans.
i swear when she hits certain notes, it almost sounds like she’s moaning. but no one else knows that, because i’m the only one who pulls those sounds from her pretty mouth.
those pretty lips, always soft and glossy, perfect for kissing.
by this point, my dick was throbbing as it pressed against my jeans.
said it’s all yours if you want me,
all yours if you want me
put it down if you want me
let’s collide
her head fell back as she finished the last note, basking in the endless amounts of applause she received.
her neck looks so pretty, i need to kiss it.
she looks up at me again, moving her tongue across her teeth.
yeah, she’s definitely doing this on purpose.
the further she got through her setlist, the more turned on i was.
her tits bounced when she jumped around during her upbeat songs.
at one point, she was full-on twerking. she threw her ass in a circle, her skirt riding up the slightest bit. i fully thought i was going to cum in my pants.
after she finished the last song, she began to adjust her skirt while she gave her closing speech. when she moved her hand, i saw the waistband of her panties peek through.
waistband, if you could even call it that. it became evident that she was wearing a g-string under her skirt.
i completely zoned out of what she was saying, too focused on all of the filthy thoughts that began to flood my mind.
before i knew it, there was another round of applause before she walked off of the stage.
suddenly, my phone buzzed in my pocket.
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after a few minutes, i heard a knock on my dressing room door.
i opened the door to reveal matt and i quickly pulled him in before closing and locking the door.
“hi baby” i whispered.
“hi my love” he said before placing a gentle kiss on my lips.
“you did amazing, baby. and you sound better and better every time you sing”
i looked down bashfully, the corner of my lips turning up into a grin. “thanks”
he placed his finger under my chin, pushing it up to look at him.
“ you shy now, baby? didn’t seem like it when you were shaking your ass on that stage”
i glanced at his lips before looking back up at his eyes.
“you liked that, baby?” i asked as i turned around, moving my hair over my shoulder.
i began to grind on him, moving my ass on his hard dick.
“fuck yes, baby. shittt” he groaned as one of his hands wrapped around my waist, the other moving to grab my boob through my top.
the hand that was around my waist moved under my panties, gently rubbing my clit.
“fuckkkk matt” i sighed out, my head pressing against the door.
his breathing got heavy as he rutted his hips against my ass, pushing his face into the crook of my neck.
“talk to me baby, please. gotta here that pretty voice” he choked out as his voice got slightly higher in pitch.
“ yeah baby? like the way my ass feels against your bulge? want me to twerk on you?” before he could answer, i bent over slightly.
my skirt inched up, exposing my ass and making his fully erect cock dig into it.
“fuck! you can’t do that, baby. i’m gonna cum”
“take these off for me” i said, pulling on his jeans.
he quickly complied, unbuckling his belt and pulling them off while i turned around to face him.
he swiftly picked me up, bringing me over to a vanity and placing me down on top of it.
my back was pressed up against the mirror, which was cool against my burning skin.
he brought his lips to mine in a hot, desperate kiss.
his hands crept under my skirt, pulling my panties off without breaking the kiss.
he smoothly pocketed them before collecting my wetness with his finger, using it as a lubricant to push his digit inside of me.
“shit, matt” i moaned out as he fucked me with his finger.
i reached down between us, stroking his length through his boxers.
he added another finger, stretching me out.
“oh my god, matt. so fucking good” my eyebrows furrowed as i leaned my forehead against his.
“gotta make sure my princess is nice and stretched, never wanna hurt you” he spoke between grunts.
i moved my fingers to the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down and watching his dick slap his stomach.
his tip was red and covered in pre-cum.
he removed his fingers from my aching pussy while i pumped him a few times, before guiding him inside of me.
we both groaned at the feeling of my walls squeezing him as i took him inch by inch.
he gave me a minute to adjust before thrusting into me deep and hard.
i screamed his name, probably loud enough for anyone outside of the room to hear.
“yes baby, lemme hear that gorgeous voice. god, i love hearing you say my name”
matt pushed his hips up into mine with full force, his hands on my waist to hold me steady.
“you feel so good wrapped around me like this baby. you’re so good” he whispered.
he pushed me into the mirror with each thrust, producing a loud thud each time it hit the wall.
the vanity shook under me as he kept up his relentless pace.
matt took my legs and hooked them over his shoulder, continuing to ram into me.
i felt my orgasm approaching, and i grabbed onto matt’s biceps, needing something to hold onto.
“matt matt matt, i’m gonna cum!” i yelled frantically.
“me too, give it to me baby. wanna feel you dripping down my cock” his words sent me over the edge.
with a final cry i released all over him, while he filled me up.
he thrusted a few more times, helping us ride out our highs before pulling out.
“god damn” i whispered out as we watched our juices spill out of me.
“you’re so fucking amazing” he said as he cleaned us up.
after we got dressed and made our appearances look somewhat presentable we stepped out of the dressing room.
“where are your brothers?” i asked with furrowed brows.
i pulled out my phone and saw a text from nick.
we’re going outside to wait. we can hear you freaky fucks from across the venue.
matt and i looked at each other and bursted out laughing.
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tag list: @lovingsturniolo @lustfulslxt @gwenlore @flowerxbunnie @sturnssx @mattslolita @its-jennarose @sturnspepsi @sophssturn @bernardsleftbootycheek @queen161718 @chrisdevora @cupidsword @nickmillersn1gf @stramboli4life @mattsneezing @chrisstankyleg @sturniolobltch @vib3swithanuk @ciarasturn1 @bethsturn @bernardenjoyer @mbbsgf @rac00ns-are-c00l4 @ssturniolo @blueeyedbesson @mxqdii @sturniolowhore @rheaakayourname @defnotayonna @urmom2bitch @abbie13sworld @starsturniolo @hearts4chriss @theyluv-meee @sturns-posts @carolinalikesthings @itzdarling @chrisstopherfilmed @judespoision @sstvrnioloo @littlebookworm803 @nicksdrpepper @chrisloyalgf
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visionsofmagic · 4 months
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✧˚ · . mk1 men with villain!reader [bubbles] ˚ · .
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tomas, kuai liang, bi han, raiden, liu kang, johnny cage, kung lao, syzoth, shang tsung
—⭒ intro. dialogues, fluff, spicy, crush!mk1 men, crush!reader, pet names, hurt/comfort, flirting, power play, 's all? • came to my mind & I wanted to write but it's my first time to write this kind of work [intro. dialogues], so, take easy on me please. enjoy!
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y/n: oh hi pretty boy! already missed me? tomas: what would I miss? you tried to rip my heart last time we met!
y/n: c’mon tomas, be a good boy for me and maybe I will let you come and take a look up close. tomas: I prefer not to get so close y/n. I don’t want to end up like the last time.
tomas: it's tragic to see you as an enemy of mine, y/n. I wish we met before all the bad things happened in your life. y/n: don't, tomas, don't give me hope of having someone who understands me truly.
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kuai liang: don’t play with me, y/n. y/n: what would you do? burn me alive? well, that kinda sounds sexy.
y/n: well well, it's good to see my favorite boy. kuai liang: favorite boy to kiss or kill?
kuai liang: you should join me y/n. together we can protect the earthrealm. y/n: it’s a bit sad how you chose to protect it when you can simply - burn it to the ground.
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bi han: you were so much more fearful in my dreams. y/n: you dreamt about me? oh, so cute!
y/n: c’mon ice boy, I bet you need someone to warm your bed. bi han: I take this as an invitation, y/n. are you so needy for me?
bi han: together we can reach the power we need. y/n: baby, I can’t decide which version of you is sexier; evil or good boy. so, I would say; both.
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liu kang: don’t play with this timeline, y/n. keep still. be good for once. y/n: but where is the fun in that?!
liu kang: for what you have done, I should punish you. y/n: it sounds kind of hot when you say it like that fire god.
y/n: I bet you would look so good on your knees before me. liu kang: you always have a side that is hungry for power, aren't you, y/n?
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raiden: I wish you were on our side, y/n. y/n: it’s not my way to be a gentle farmer boy. I like it rough.
y/n: oh, is that blush on your pretty face? raiden: don’t even start again!
raiden: liu kang says we once were lovers - in previous timelines. y/n: you sound excited raiden. it’s a matter of time before we become one in this too.
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johnny cage: oh, where have you come from? hell? because you’re burning like one! y/n: after this fight, I will not be the only one who’s burning, cage.
y/n: no one can replace me, so, I can choose to play in your movie, johnny. johnny cage: really?! baby, you even deserve your own movie! with me, as your partner.
johnny cage: you have all villain types baby; power, rage, a bit of sexy energy. y/n: and you have everything to be thankful that I will go easy on you, star boy.
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kung lao: you should be on our side, miss. y/n: it’s boring, but I can let you be on mine farmer boy.
y/n: I like your hat much more now. how about we make a good use of it? in bed. kung lao: oh, right? thank you for the - wait, what?!
kung lao: liu kang warned us about you; about how bloodthirsty you can be. y/n: you shouldn't worry too much cutie, I will be gentle with you.
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y/n: can you really shape-shift into a human and a reptile? it’s fascinating! can I have a close look? syzoth: don't even think about it y/n. the last time's marks are still on my tail.
syzoth: why do you keep fighting with me? y/n: because I wanna see the beast inside you. it’s mesmerizing.
y/n: you should be my assistant instead of milena’s. we can have so much fun together. syzoth: a voice in me says that the fun you refer to is not what I think it is.
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y/n: don’t think I am at your side shang tsung. it’s just business. shang tsung: such a shame my lady. we could have been a great couple.
shang tsung: I wonder what you looked like in previous timelines, darling. y/n: curiosity killed the cat, sorcerer. focus on me instead.
y/n: you know, I kinda like seeing you on your knees shang tsung. no one can even guess how pathetic you’re for me. shang tsung: I don’t care my love. satisfying you is my priority.
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can you do human Alastor with reader who’s like Velma Kelly from the musical Chicago? Fem reader please! and maybe mimzy is a bit jealous?
A/N: I love Chicago and Velma Kelly! I’ll be basing it off of the movie version just because it’s easier for me but tysm anon for your request!! I was on a writing block / super long break, but i’m hoping to try and get into the swing of things again! Hopefully I’ll be posting more and getting requests out since I have some good ones I do wanna expand on! We all know I’m a fien for human Alastor so I was really excited to write this.
Warnings: mentions of death & murder, fluff
Navigation!! // Masterlist!!
All That Jazz
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He thinks you’re too full of yourself
He doesn’t like it about you, but also doesn’t like when other people insult you
Hes seen you live before, and honestly he was impressed
You dance quick and can keep up with him when you both dance together
He loves when you sing All that Jazz, he’s even rehearsed with you before
Now he does know about your sister and how you… you know, got rid of her and your ex-husband
Unfortunately for him, you work at Mimzys rival speakeasy, so Alastor sneakily goes to see you, though he doesn’t really care if Mimzy does find out
In his opinion his darling doe is a fine better singer than Mimzy but he’d never tell her that
He doesn’t have too, not when Mimzy drags him and a few of their other friends to your club to see you preform
Mimzy quote ¨didnt know why you were so popular¨
I mean for christs sake you killed a man and your own sister!
Well now she understands why you’re so popular, after seeing the way you sang and danced on stage
People were cheering and clapping by the end of your number, but you had so much more in store for them tonight
Especially if you knew you were being watched by a certain someone
You shake your hips a bit more and lift your skirt just enough to entice the crowd, give them something a little more to look forward too
Mimzy almost dies when you and Roxie do a number together, the guns and the flare, the white coats and dresses
People throwing roses at the two of you as you both exit the stage and Mimzy is fuming in her seat, no wonder her club is losing money when they have two acts practically running around naked on stage
Alastor meets you backstage in your dressing room where you’re freshening up your hair
Your manager comes in with Alastor in toe, his grin wide as he holds out a bouquet of roses.
¨You were great tonight dear!¨ He says, handing the flowers to you. Your dressing room has various bouquets all from him sitting on different shelves and tables.
¨Thank you so much, these will go right next to my mirror.¨ You say, taking the bouquet from Alastor with a kiss on his cheek. He smiles as he watches you put the bouquet next to your mirror.
¨ Would you like to get dinner dear? I hear a new restaurant has opened and it would be nice to give it a try. What do you say?¨ He asks, before you smile at him through the mirror.
¨I think I like that idea ¨ you say.
Heaven forbid anyone ever offend you in his presence, he WILL throw a fit and then go on a ten minute rant about how good of a dancer and singer you are.
Will sing with you while he plays the piano
Will ask you to sing for him whenever, but loves when you sing to him before bed
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matrixbearer2024 · 22 days
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Can you do something with Vox and the reader and the reader listens to like sus or like nsfw songs (Think like Wheeler Walker Jr. (he’s a country music artist if you didn’t know, be warned)) and/or like morally questionable songs? Idk I’d think it’d just be funny with like the reader listening to a song and it’s just like really explicit😭🙏
Once Bitten, Twice Shy
Vox x CollegeStudent!Reader
A/N: I'm making a drabble out of this cuz I don't wanna go through the whole song for now- but this is way too funny of an idea to pass up. PLUS, I've got like the perfect song after the audio just popped up on my YouTube feed yesterday. Like, the song has two versions too- one explicit and one clean. Also, I am aware that the idiom in the title means being more cautious- but it kind of applies to Vox when he actually has to make a valiant effort to stop falling in love with you. He absolutely sucks at it but we're not gonna stop him LMAO.
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Despite having prior knowledge to the songs you liked and listened to, Vox was still a bemused mess when guessing your music preferences. Sometimes he couldn't understand why you'd have a certain song in your playlist that just... didn't really fit. He'd even worry that something happened when a depressive song was randomly at the top of your 'most played' tunes for the day. Yet you were completely fine, actually just peachy- which confused him beyond belief.
All the more when he found you at the hotel teaching Angel some popular dance routines from when you were alive. The overlord didn't seem to mind what you were doing, hell- it was a little cute to watch. Even if he had a few qualms about your song choices, a lot of them bordering suggestive, it wasn't anything he hadn't heard before.
That was until the chorus of this specific tune started playing.
You wrap around me and you give me life~ And that's why night after night- I'll be fuckin' you right!
WHAT. THE. FUCK.
WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD WRITE SOMETHING LIKE THIS?!
It didn't help that you seemed completely unbothered by it?! Huh?!
Vox hadn't ever heard that song in your playlist before, if he had the lyrics and melody would be familiar- but no! So you had just decided to add this all of a sudden?! WHY??
He didn't realize his claws were digging into the bar top where he was leaning against until Lucifer pointed it out. Even then, he didn't react to the king of hell's teasing or jabs- merely crossing his arms as his brain tried to catch up with what was happening.
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday- a week! Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday- Seven days a week!
Were you trying to tell him something?? Wha- how did you even find a song like this?! Much less know enough about the dance of it to teach! He was starting to overheat as his fans whirred loudly. Though at this point, it was mostly embarrassed confusion with a dash of lust.
Husker and Lucifer were sort of having a laugh at Vox's expense where they were standing near him. It had been clear as day ever since that the technology overlord had a thing for you-
This just pretty much confirmed it.
Maybe he totally wished to direct the song at you, if his pink screen was any indication. The guy even had small bolts of blue electricity just running across him, you were seriously sending Vox into overdrive and you had no idea!
Every hour, every minute, every second, you know night after night~ I'll be fuckin' you right, seven days a week!
By the time you had finished dancing with Angel, you picked up on some boisterous laughter by the hotel's bar. Only to see Lucifer and Husker actually losing it because a certain flatscreen companion of yours was bluescreened and sparking where he stood.
What the hell?
You were so confused.
But that just seemed to make a certain king and bartender laugh all the more.
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suugarbabe · 8 months
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Heyy! I was wondering if you could write mattheo riddle x reader with prompts 49 and or 33 please? Fluff xx thanks xx 💗
(33) I can't believe I've never seen this side of you before
(49) I never knew that about you. It's cute
Today fucking sucked. There was no better way to put it. You needed a break from everything, from everyone, just needed to get away and be by yourself. That's how you found yourself on the dock of the black lake, just looking out into the water. You were leaning against one of the pillars, likely hidden from anyone's view that walked by, which was exactly what you wanted. So when you heard footsteps on the dock you froze, pressing your back further into the pillar, just wanting to disappear. You seemed to be doing a good job as you watched Mattheo go up to the edge of the dock, sitting down with his legs crossed to grab what looked like a muggle pencil and sketchbook out of his bag. Your curiosity was peaked at this point and you couldn't stop your mouth as the words came tumbling out, "What are you doing?" Mattheo nearly jumped out of his skin, whipping his head around at the direction of your voice, "Merlin's fucking beard, y/n. When the hell did you get here?" You stood, walking over to him before sitting back down next to him, "I've been here for nearly an hour. Now, tell me what you're doing?" If Mattheo was good at anything, it was avoiding answering questions he didn't want to, "What are you doing? You're just sitting here doing nothing by yourself?" You rolled your eyes, "I had a bad day okay, I come out here to be by myself when I don't want to verbally assault anyone." He smirked at this, "I'd love to see you do that actually, you wanna head back now?" He jutted his thumb over his shoulder back towards the castle. You scoffed, pushing his shoulder, "Okay, Riddle. What are you really doing out here? Why do you have muggle shit with you? That's not like you." He got a little sheepish now, "Oh this stuff, it's nothing. I just come out here to..." he mumbled the end of his sentence, so low you couldn't even make out what he said. "M'sorry, what was that?" you leaned in a little closer, cupping your ear dramatically. He dropped his shoulders, looking up towards the sky like the drama king he was, "I...draw. The muggle way...no magic just like...sketch and stuff." He cheeks were turning more and more pink the longer he spoke, but you had nothing smart to say back to him. You actually kind of admired his secret hobby. "I never knew that about you...it's cute." Your comment had his eyes on yours, "Really?" You nodded, "Really, do you have anything you've done in there? I'd love to see them." You would think he was a kid being told he could buy all the sweets he wanted from Honeydukes the way his eyes lit up, quickly flipping through his sketch pad to pick his favorites to show you. He really was good too, catching all the right details of a Grindylow down to the mischief in it's eyes you've seen as they swim past the windows in the common room. He attention to detail was immaculate. If he charmed it just right, you could swear the Thestral he drew was just a shrunken version of the real thing. You weren't able to see them with your own eyes, but you knew what it was from textbooks. You heart ached slightly from the realization that Mattheo was probably able to see them from a very young age, given his family history. Again you found your mouth unable to keep the words from tumbling out as you spoke, "I can't believe I've never seen this side of you before." Mattheo chucked at this, "Yeah, well I don't exactly go around advertising I'm a sensitive ninny who plays with muggle shit." You shrugged, "I like this version of Mattheo Riddle. You don't always have to have such a stern face and flying fists." You mocked his usual face that he displayed, playfully punching his arm. He smiled shyly, "Well, thank you...I guess. I'm sorry you had a shit day today, though Y/n, truly. Maybe next time it happens you come grab me? We can come back here? I won't make you talk about it, but I'll just draw and you can sit like you were before, but that way neither of us have to be alone." You don't think you had ever agreed to something so quickly.
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cherryycheoll · 3 months
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Veiny - Boo Seungkwan ִֶָ
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you and seungkwan were just watching a movie, having your daily affection time. although, you couldnt quite focus on the movie.
pairings: seungkwan x afab!reader
warning: established relationship, seungkwans talking reader through their orgasm, cunnilingus, mentions of cervix touching, overstimulation, cum eating, fingering, heavy kissing, tease seungkwan, slight praise kink ig?, hair pulling, reader has finger/hand kink, pet names (jagi, baby, etc), aftercare, mentions of gagging/choking.
a/n: honestly bro while i was falling asleep last night i thought about this, and i decided to write it with my bias wrecker rn!! coz i usually dont see kwan fics on here. also i made a fic exactly like this earlier with kwan but i decided to post this version rather 😭. also 내 사랑 (nae salang/sarang) means my love!!
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you and seungkwan were having your daily cuddly and affectionate time, it was approximately 10:29pm. you two were watching a comedy movie seungkwan picked out as kevin hart played a funny role, this boy loves kevin hart. although seungkwan kept chuckling at the movie and focusing on it, you couldnt seem to keep your focus on the movie, your eyes and mind wandering somewhere down.
down to seungkwans hand, you always had a thing for his hands and arms, they were veiny. his hand was sitting all pretty on your thigh, knuckles slightly flushed pink, nails trimmed and clean, veins popping through his skin which was running from his hand to his arm. seungkwan chuckled at a part, his hand slightly gripping your bare thigh.
you sat next to him in a pair of short shorts and his hoodie, the room all dark and loomy as you heard rain tapping on the windows with the movie in the background. you couldnt focus with his veiny hand gripping your thigh, veins flexing as he gripped it.
you didnt wanna break your cuddly time as seungkwan was laughing, he looked so cute. you really didnt wanna interupt the movie but his hands looked so pretty.
you finally mustered up the courage and grabbed his hand from your thigh, your fingers sliding through his, intertwining your hand with his. his thumb rubbed circles into the back of your hand, "you okay 내 사랑?" seungkwan asked, his eyes still trained on the tv infront of you two.
you hummed, indicating you were okay as you played with his fingers, running the tip of your finger across the veins that led to his arm. you started fidgeting with his fingers, not paying any attention at all to the movie.
"bored, hm?" he asked, now looking at you playing with his fingers ad you nodded. seungkwan immediately smirked, he knew what you were implying while you were playing with his fingers. he knew you always had a thing for his hands and how wet it made you, but he didnt pay much attention as he shifted his gaze back to the movie.
you could feel the blood rushing down to your throbbing clit as you saw in the corner of your eye when he smirked at you and looked back at the tv. he knew what you were doing but decided to do nothing about it? fucker.
you could feel your panties getting wetter, sticking to your cunt at this point. you couldnt stop thinking about how he fucked you with his fingers last night, the tip of his fingers grazing your cervix as he stuffed two fingers down your throat, making you gag on them.
ugh, you needed this man badly but he was too focused on the damn movie to realise his girl needed him. but deep down seungkwan didnt give two shits about the movie, his gaze was just on the tv. in his mind he was thinking of removing his hand from yours and just sticking his fingers in your mouth at this point.
your cunt was totally wet at this point, you could feel your slick dripping down onto your panties.
fuck it.
you moved yourself to straddle seungkwans thighs and hid your face in his neck as you mumbled, "kwannie, need you..". you grinded your clothed cunt against his clothed cock. "need me hm? how baby?'' seungkwan asked, playing innocent and clueless but deep down he really knew what you wanted, he just wanted you to say it.
your face flushed pink as you grinded harder against him, lifting your head up to look at him "need you to fuck me with your fingers, kwan. need it so bad" you were getting all pouty as you werent getting what you wanted after youve been waiting for so long.
he chuckled and layed you on the couch, spreading your legs and slightlt lifting up his your hoodie slightly to reveal your orange lacy panties, his favorite color. there was a wet patch that stained your panties he saw as he pulled them down. "so eager and needy for my fingers, arent you 내 사랑?" he smirked at looked at your wet cunt for second, admiring it before pressing his tongue flat on your pink, throbbing clit.
you let out a whine, wanting more than just his tongue on your clit. after hearing that whine, he rubbing your entrance, gathering your slick as he removed his mouth from your cunt and sucking on his fingers. he lifted himself to kiss you, his tongue dancing with yours as he made you taste your own juices as he was kissing you.
after he pulled away, he went back down to your cunt, sticking his wet muscle in your hole. he swirled his tongue all over as your walls clenched on his tongue as you felt his thumb touch your clit, rubbing it harshly. at this point all you could hear was squelching from your pussy, 'ah's' and 'ngh's' coming from your mouth, the rain tapping against the window, the movie playing.
but all seungkwan was focusing on was the pretty noises you and your cunt was making. he removed his tongue and stuck two fingers in your wet cunt, slipping in with ease as his lips latched onto your clit, making you moan aloud.
you would definitely be having noise complaints from your neighbours tommorow from your moans. thats just how good seungkwan made you feel, fucking you with his pretty fingers and his tongue sucking your clit.
you felt your stomach clenching, your cunt clenching aswell as his two fingers were grazing against your cervix. you knew his fingers could almost reach your cervix but fuck, his cock was even better. his cock could reach spots in you that you never knew about it, the tip of his cock would always kiss your cervix and he loved the feeling when you clenched around him like you were now.
you felt the knot in your stomach release, you were finally cumming on his fingers as he kept going. "yeah baby, cum for me. cream all over my damn fingers like the good girl you are" you pulled on seungkwans roots as he fingered you through your high.
"fuck.. that felt so damn good" you cursed under your breath as he removed his fingers from your cunt as he gazed at your cum oozing out of your hole. he loved when yours or his cum would ooze out of your pussy, he couldnt help but stick his tongue back in your hole, making you scream.
you gripped back onto his light brown locks, making him groan into your cunt, which sent vibrations up your body. you finally caught on what he was doing, he was lapping up your juices. at this point you got overstimulated so much that your legs started shaking. "y-yah!~ kwan.. too much~" you whined out between moans.
he finally stopped and looked up at you, "enjoy that?". you hummed, acknowledging his question. he quickly ran to your shared room and came back with a few wipes in his hand and a clean pair of panties.
he cleaned you up and put on your new panties of you. "kwan, my legs are sore now.." you pouted as he shrugged, "you wanted my fingers 내 사랑 ..its not my fault.."
he sat you on his lap again as he put on another movie, you were all cuddled up on his lap as your face was buried in his neck while you two were watching the movie. soon enough seungkwan heard soft snores, he looked down to see your face mushed against his chest.
soon after he fell asleep too, but you both didnt know what you were in for the next day, neighbors complaining about all the noise from 10:53 till 11:39 in the night.
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chelseeebe · 3 months
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stevie doesn’t know.
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sorry stevie boy.. it had to happen at some point. obviously based on scotty doesn’t know which i have listened to repeatedly while writing this
18+. smut. cheating. eddie is rlly quite mean to poor stevie. no use of y/n!
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what steve doesn’t know can’t hurt him, right?
that’s what eddie thinks anyway.
it wasn’t ever supposed to continue after you and steve actually became official, you’d made that explicitly clear.
until you’d broken the no-contact rule one night, it must’ve been gone two by the time you had called. not that he’d been sleeping or bothered by that fact. actually, he was impressed you’d held out so long.
‘why’re you calling me?’ he’d asked innocently down the phone, guitar still poised in his lap.
you had just sighed. eddie could picture your face, irritated but standing tall on your stupid, made up rules. he wasn’t going to give you the satisfaction. not yet, anyway.
‘you know..’
‘ah, but i don’t,’ positive you could hear his smirk on the other end.
then came another sigh, ‘please don’t make me beg,’ sounding utterly pathetic, just the way he liked it.
‘but what if i want you to beg?’
‘can i come over?’
‘are you gonna answer my question?’ joint balanced between his lips, not bothered to raise his hand to smoke properly.
there was silence from your end until you huffed in frustration, kissing your teeth before finally giving up, ‘i need to see you.’
‘need to? or want to?’ he liked the tease, liked to mess with you until you had no choice but to crawl right back into his bed, begging for another chance.
‘need to.’
and there you were, stood solemnly outside of his door still in the dress you’d obviously worn on whatever disappointing date steve had dragged you on.
‘come in,’ he simply smirked, holding the door open as you slinked into the trailer, head down in defeat.
the two of you stood staring for a moment, eddie waiting expectantly for an apology or for some half-assed grovelling but it doesn’t come.
he holds his finger to his ear, jutting his bottom lip out, ‘did you wanna..’
‘eddie,’ you warn, your tone giving away how desperate you really are.
‘i just wanna hear you say it,’ he’s not prepared to keep this going much longer, not with his dick twitching in his pants at the mere sight of you.
‘i’m sorry,’ your shoulders slump, tossing your bag onto the couch as inch your way over, ‘is that what you wanna hear? i’m sorry for telling you not to call me, i’m sorry for being a bitch, okay? but i need you eddie.. now,’ fingers walking the length of his upper arms until they rest on his shoulders.
christ, you’re practically panting. and he knows what’s waiting once he gets that dress off. can see the way your thighs are clamped together, eyeing his lips and his neck and his chest. you’re starving.
‘is that right?’ he taunts, hands ghost above your waist, not quite touching but almost.
‘yes,’ you begrudge, spitting the words at him, fingers skirting around his collar, messing with the soft cotton. ‘please eddie.’
it doesn’t take much for him to cave, hands meeting your waist after much teasing. his eyes are hooded, staring at your lips rather than your eyes, ‘i’ve been waiting for you to come crawlin’ back,’ there’s a hint of satisfaction in his voice but he’s adamant on not ruining this again so keeps it to a minimum.
‘shut up, you knew i would,’ pressing your chest to his.
eddie hadn’t exactly been celibate since your last rendezvous last month but god, no one had felt quite as good as you. he’d dreamt about it, this very moment to be precise. it hadn’t played out like this in his head though.
his idealised version included a hell of a lot more begging, you might’ve even gotten on your knees at one point. but there’s no time for that now, not after you’d made him wait so long.
‘don’t do it again,’ he breathes, lips brushing against yours.
‘i won’t,’ you gasp out, ‘i promise,’ finally locking lips with a haste.
it’s a hungry kiss, teeth and tongues clashing with pure animalistic want for one another. you taste like mint and a vague hint of wine, so you were getting wined and dined but he’d have to provide the sixty nine.
normally he wouldn’t bother to find his way to his room, the couch would suffice however he’s well aware that this won’t likely be a one and done. perhaps an all night affair.
his fingers fumble for the door knob, reaching behind you all the while trying to keep his tongue in your mouth and successfully guide you backwards. you fall into the room, his weight pressing against your chest had sent you flying, finding the bed through sheer muscle memory.
you break away just long enough to land on the springy mattress, eddie climbing above shortly after, eager to continue the kiss. too much time had been wasted already.
his fingers creep lower, slipping between your thighs and up underneath the satin dress. he was right, ‘this all f’me sweetheart?’ teasing his fingers into your sodden underwear, suckling along the length of your jaw.
he’s not stupid enough to mark you how he wanted but he is tempted. would love to watch you squirm as you explain the violet markings to pretty boy.
his fingers slip inside, groaning against the skin of your neck, he’d missed this just as much as you had. made evident by the growing tent rousing in his sweat pants.
you pant softly beneath him, digging into his biceps with an iron-clad grip, not that he was going anywhere. everything about you is so sweet, the way you unravel the second he touches you, eyes barely staying open as his fingers slide in and out.
you’re a picture. something to behold, to think about on the nights you don’t come around. this is what keeps him going.
he slides out slowly, removing his hand from your underwear and haphazardly sliding down his own pants. he’s trying to savour it but you’re too much, writhing around, sending his head into a frenzy.
the fact that neither of you could be bothered to undress, the straps of your dress sliding down, revealing the lacy number eddie hoped you’d worn for him and not steve.
he lines himself up with your entrance, huffing when he slides in, knees almost collapsing when you whine into his ear. his tongue glides over his bottom lip, wetting the skin as he tries to focus on not coming immediately.
‘oh,’ he exhales, ‘you hear that? you missed me, huh?’ driven wild by the sounds of your pussy enveloping him, the way your skin collided with such velocity. it’s music to his ears and completely indistinguishable to anyone else.
‘yeah,’ you breathe, loosely attaching your lips to his jaw, ‘so much.. missed you so much,’ garbling over the creaking mattress.
jesus christ, if you kept speaking like that, he wasn’t going to last long.
his fingers tilt your chin upward, forcing your eyes to meet his before travelling down between your sweaty bodies, finding your neglected clit quickly. your legs snap shut, releasing a shuddered breath into his ear as you clamp him between your thighs.
‘oh my god,’ you whine, grabbing at his arms as he quickens his pace. the room full of lewd noises, he’s sure the trailer was probably rocking. he’s just grateful that wayne was back on nights or else you’d be somewhere dark in the back of his van.
your cunt clenches around him, bodies moving as one as your hips jut upward, chasing his cock when he cruelly slows down. he just wants to savour the moment, if only for a second, gazing down at you through blurred vision.
steve didn’t deserve to see this. not that he’s sure he was ever capable of that. lipstick smeared around your chin, looking up at him through hooded eyelids and the delirious babbling that fell from your lips. this was stuff most people only dreamt of.
your palm pulls him from his head, cradling his cheek as you plead with him to just fuck you.
he obliges, happily. thumb still working wonders on your sensitive bud, sending the pair of you hurtling towards your looming orgasm.
you repeat his name like some sort of mantra, breathless and pathetic. ‘shit..’ eyes rolling to the back of your head. eddie knows you, knows your body, knows you’re in that sweet spot where you’re completely malleable and incoherent.
he’s not far off, especially not when your thighs begin to quiver, tightening around him as you go quiet. incapable of thinking or doing anything as you unravel beneath his body. jaw slack with your lips curling into the perfect ‘o’.
if he were some eighteenth century painter, he’d probably have hundreds of canvases full of this exact image.
eddie’s forehead drops, pressed against yours as he tumbles over the edge. ‘baby.. oh shit you’re- fuck,’ spurting thick ropes of cum into your cunt because he’s too wrecked to think about the implications of that right now.
the world goes soft around the edges for a moment, his head spinning as he pulls out, collapsing into a heap on his bed, a mess of limbs and clammy skin, both panting as he reels.
he reaches over, wiping his thumb over your chin and clearing off the mess he’d made. but really, he’s proud. admiring the beauty in your disheveled hair and bleary eyes.
‘i’ve missed you,’ he whispers, watching intently as you readjust your disregarded panties. give him a minute and he’d be raring for round two.
you tut, turning to face him proudly, ‘i missed you too,’ lying back against the pillow. the fact that you hadn’t immediately left was a good sign.
‘you staying?’ he asks cautiously, one brow raised, not wanting to push it too far.
‘mhm,’ you nod, playing coy although eddie can spot that grin starting a mile away.
that’s enough for him to throw his arm over your waist, pulling your body to his as he mentally prepares for the night you were about to have.
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eddie leans over the counter, chin resting in his hand. tuesdays were never a particularly exciting day, the residents of hawkins weren’t looking for records during the week apparently.
the door chimes and his gaze flies towards the door, gobsmacked to find one steve harrington and you stood in the doorway. you’re whispering angrily at him, tugging on his arm, trying to get him to budge.
oh this was about to be so fun.
steve’s ignoring everything you’re saying, too preoccupied with marvelling the place. the dinghy old record store was hardly somewhere he frequented.
your eyes meet eddie’s with a serious please shut the fuck up message that he’s choosing to ignore. instead, he straightens up, waiting for steve to reach the counter before starting his attack.
‘stevie boy,’ he roars, ‘long time no see, how’ve you been man?’ wilfully ignoring your pleading eyes.
‘oh munson, i didn’t know you worked here,’ steve smiles, still eyeing the various yellowed posters that hung around the store. ‘i’m great, you working hard or hardly working?’
god he’s so smug. he doesn’t even mean to be but eddie just can’t stand it. though he does get some slight satisfaction with knowing that not even twenty four hours ago he had had you dripping from his chin.
‘oh i’m always working hard,’ his eyes flitting to you, ‘what can i do for ya’ today?’
steve looks over towards you, arm resting around your shoulder which eddie detests. it’s such a flimsy claim and if steve knew anything, he’d realise how stupid he looked.
‘well this one wants some new record.. told her we’d stop by and see if you had it.’
you keep your jaw clenched, antsy and irritated as you wait for eddie to inevitably make some wise crack. ‘what is it?’ asking you, rather than steve. his eyes threatening to slip down to your chest.
‘madonna,’ steve grins, completely unaware of how much he really wasn’t a part of the conversation.
‘hmm,’ eddie hums, ‘i didn’t know you were a madonna fan,’ poking and prodding just a little more. seeing how much he could irritate you before you cracked and said something.
‘why would you know that?’ you bite, regretting it almost immediately.
‘well i know lots of things about you,’ he smiles, slipping from behind the counter and over to where they kept the shitty pop you apparently liked.
it’s no surprise you don’t reply. eddie had the upper hand here and you seriously didn’t want to give him a reason to open his mouth again.
he hands the record to you, lips twitching as you scowl at him. steve is completely oblivious, watching the exchange with a grin so cheesy, it knocks eddie sick.
ever the joker, eddie twists round, fiddling with the other tapes until he finds the right one. if he hadn’t pissed you off before, he’d definitely get you riled up now.
‘i think you’d like this one stevie,’ holding the tape out to his face, ‘jessie’s girl.. right up your street.’
steve nods, graciously taking the plastic case from his hand. you look less than impressed, the scowl on your face sends shivers down his spine but it’s so worth it.
‘sweet man, thanks,’ steve nods, looking over to you with that same stupid expression on his face. he’s so naive and it would make eddie feel bad if steve hadn’t been such an asshole in school.
you don’t say a word for the rest of the transaction, hanging onto steve’s arm with a sour frown. he’d pay for his antics later but now he waves you off cheerily, ‘enjoy it man!’ he calls out as you leave, relishing the chaos he’d caused.
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when you inevitably turn up at his door the following night, you’re miserable as sin, pouting with your arms crossed over your chest.
‘you think you’re a comedian or something?’ jabbing his shoulder with your carefully manicured nail. ‘he thinks you’re friends,’ expelling the pent up anger on his poor shoulder.
‘we are friends,’ eddie laughs, using the belt loops on your jeans to pull you closer, ‘i’m just closer to his girlfriend,’ despite your face screwing up, you don’t pull away. obviously.
‘it’s not funny,’ expression softening when his hands find your ass, relaxing into his touch, ‘if you want this to continue you’re gonna have to learn how to shut up,’ your palms sliding down his chest, tugging at his shirt as you go.
his head dips, pressing his forehead to yours, ‘you want me to make it up to you?’
you nod carefully and finally, that smile he loves peeks through.
you’re a different person around steve, more timid and sweet. not a patch on the girl now laid underneath him with her shirt pulled up to her chin, joint hanging lazily between her lips as eddie’s lips attach themselves to your bare nipple.
no, this was only something he got to see. if he says so himself, it’s the best version of you.
your mouth parts slightly, smoke and soft sighs filling the trailer alike. he’s insatiable, wanting to swallow you whole like some snake he’d seen on the discovery channel. his tongue flicks around the stiff bud while his other hand becomes friends with your other breast.
on his knees between your spread legs, just the way god intended him to be.
there’s a knock at the front door, pulling him from the bliss of your boob in his mouth. he groans, waiting for whichever rude asshole to leave.
‘hey munson,’ steve’s voice sounds from the other side. both of your heads fly to the door, sitting up from the compromising position you had found yourselves in. ‘you there man?’ he hollers, knocking again.
‘shitshitshit,’ you hush, rushing to pull your shirt back down. launching yourself from the couch as eddie sits up, trying to think of something, anything that would explain your presence in his trailer.
now you weren’t amateurs to this game; your car wasn’t outside, you had a solid alibi for your whereabouts.. so what the hell did he want?
and as much as eddie liked to goad and tempt fate, he wasn’t stupid. if steve found you in his trailer, he’d most certainly beat eddie’s ass. no doubt with the help of his yappy little lap dog tommy.
‘bedroom,’ he hurries, taking the joint from your fingers and stubbing it out into the ashtray. fuck. why now? why when he’s sporting a solid half-chub does your meathead boyfriend have to ruin it all?
you scurry off, a concerned look overtaking your features. keeping the door open a crack just in case things really got out of hand.
eddie’s obviously flustered, his cheeks burn and his hair is unruly but he doesn’t exactly have the time to do anything about it. he swings the door open just as steve is about to turn back to his fucking shiny beemer.
‘oh hey dude.. sorry i was-,’ eddie’s fumbling with his words, too caught up in concealing his stiffy to speak coherently, ‘doing something,’ now he definitely looked as if he was jerking off.
steve spins back round, ‘oh shit man! i was just..’ he slinks back over to the door, now speaking in hushed tones, ‘someone told me you sold weed.. i was wondering if i could get some?’
god he’s such a dweeb. simultaneously, eddie hates him and wants to coddle him. he’s so nauseating.
‘oh..’ trying to hide the instant feeling of relief that washes over his body, he could finally fucking breathe. ‘sure.. come in,’ now this was a risky game but he couldn’t exactly start dishing out drugs on his front porch, could he?
steve walks in with his hands tucked into his pockets, trying not to stare at the peeling wallpaper and various drug paraphernalia that littered the table. he doesn’t reckon your boyfriend is that observant otherwise he’d notice the collection of stubbed out joints with your lipstick stains on them.
eddie watches him for a moment, wondering how this man who reminds him of a labrador could reign such terror over everyone in high school. he doesn’t dwell on it too much because truly, eddie got the last laugh. steve just didn’t know it yet.
‘how much you want?’ he asks, thanking the stars above that he’d bought his box out into the living room before your boyfriend had decided to gatecrash.
‘uh.. two?’ steve replies cluelessly.
‘two what?’
he shakes his head, not understanding how that wasn’t incredibly clear, as if eddie was the stupid one, ‘joints?’
‘you want pre-rolls?’ eddie asks, quirking his eyebrow at the dumbass in front of him.
‘yeah, those,’ steve nods, now smiling at eddie like this whole conversation wasn’t unhinged and completely unnecessary.
‘oh.. right,’ he holds off on rolling his eyes, deciding he’d get his revenge in the form of ripping him off.
he roots through his box, grateful to have rolled a couple earlier with the intention of not having to roll up while you were here. oh well. anything to get steve the fuck out of his living room and your tits back in his mouth, as soon as he can.
‘here ya’ go man..’ he debates whether asking for a hundred would get him his ass beat or not. ‘thirty bucks,’ passing the joints to steve with a small smile.
he digs around in his abnormally-tight jean pocket for his wallet, handing eddie three tens with absolutely no complaints. fucking sucker.
‘thanks man!’ he continues, heading for the door at long last. ‘oh.. i know you two are friends so i just wanna ask..’ speaking in hushed tones as if anyone but you could hear them, ‘if we could keep this between us? my girl doesn’t know i smoke anymore.’
wow.
what a fucking idiot.
he won’t mention the use of my girl and how much he wants to strangle the dumbass stood before him. eddie bites back an added our, decided he values his life over a quick-witted quip.
eddie closes the non-existent zip on his lips, fighting the smirk that wanted to break through, ‘my lips are sealed.’
they certainly were.
‘thanks man,’ disappearing off into the night.
eddie rushes over, locking the door once again as he peaks through the tiny window, watching as the headlights leave the trailer park at long, long last.
‘he’s gone,’ he calls out, watching the bedroom door you’re waiting behind, bottom lip between your teeth as you creep out.
‘thirty dollars?’ is all you can say. cheeks twitching when you start giggling, thumping eddie on his arm rather hard.
he just shrugs, ‘stevie boy had it coming for interrupting,’ hands already finding the hem of your shirt, eager to continue what had been rudely ruined.
‘you’re an assh-,’ you begin only to be cut off by eddie’s lips pressing to yours.
yeah yeah maybe he was an asshole but he’d just endured an entire conversation with your fucking boyfriend sporting a fucking boner, you could bicker about it later.
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jemmo · 2 months
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Making sense of love for love's sake: the game
Despite all the things i absolutely adore about how the plot unravels and expands in love by love's sake, upon first watch, there's some things i couldn't piece together, which @lurkingshan echoes in their post:
'The way the author was messing with Myungha and forcing cruel choices on him really does not track with a desire to help him find happiness.'
And to preface, this is not something i fully get yet either. I think i'll need a good month and a sizeable reading list of relevant resources to understand just what/who this author/sunbae is and what his role is and how he is associated with myungha. But as always with the best shows for meta (aka bad buddy), as a plot unfolds, you can always find a better understanding by looking backwards and re-contextualising what you've already seen. so i watched ep 1, specifically the scene between myungha and his sunbae at the bar. And i will talk about how everything said in this scene has a whole new meaning now we know the full story, but for now i wanna focus on that question that they keep coming back to; "Then... will you change it for him?".
When you watch the show for the first time, your brain follows the simplest, most obvious version of the story you're being told, one where myungha has been pulled into the world of his sunbae's novel that's being turned into a game and given the opportunity to fix the thing he didn't like about it; making yeowoon happy, and thus you just think the rules of the game are imposed by the author, and so when these cruel choices first come up, you see them as the difficult roadblocks that are nevertheless necessary to any kind of game, forcing the player to make an impossible choice so that the game can continue in a certain direction and its only after that you learn whether it was the right choice or not, or there is no right choice, it simply changes the game you are playing.
And when its revealed what this game actually is, at first i tried to interpret these cruel choices, namely the choice between yeonwoon and myungha's grandma, and at best i could come up with the concept of this being a choice between staying stuck to the past aka choosing his grandma, even though he knows that choice doesn't mean she's safe bc he knows the future where he loses here, its an inevitability, but thats the small happiness he knew before it was taken away and thus that happiness is known and safe, theres no risk, versus choosing to pursue a new happiness, a love of yeowoon and thus himself, which he doesn't know, he hasn't experienced yet, and could be risky. Its a happiness that isn't guaranteed like his grandma, but its a happiness that looks to the future and has hope in it that he can find a new happiness to pursue despite what has happened in his past.
And that fits nice, okayish. But then i watched ep 1 and heard that question "Then... will you change it for him?" And watching through the rest of the eps, we come back to this scene at the bar and each time we get a new run up to the author asking this question, either new dialogue is added or we hear a different piece of the conversation entirely. It starts at the beginning of ep 1 as:
"Because Cha Yeowoon is the only one who's miserable." "It can't be helped that some people's lives are like that" "The fact that some people are destined to live that kind of life is what's vile."
Then a bit later in ep 1 we go back and its expanded.
"It can't be helped that some people's lives are like that" "The fact that some people are destined to live that kind of life is what's vile." "Why? Do you think you'd write it differently?" "Yes, definately. Someone like Cha Yeowoon, or someone like me with an awful life, can also be happy."
And then all the way on in ep 6, we get this new dialogue.
"I don't like talking about destiny." "Why?" "Because it means everything is predestined." "Then do you not believe in fate?" "Fate and destiny are the same. My grandma likes to say that. She said life is like a written book, and how you'll live and die are written in it. (...)I don't like things like this. Even if fate is already destined, I think it can still be changed. Otherwise, there's no point in trying." "Really? Then Myungha..."
And while we don't hear the author ask the same question, I feel like him getting cut off like that insinuates that the conversation leads to that same ending point. All that is to say, every time we hear this question being asked, its like we learn more and more about what this whole thing is, what the game is, what myungha is saying he will do by agreeing to do what the author asks. And every time, we see myungha being more defiant against the idea of yeowoon being resigned to his miserable ending. He starts off thinking that kind of life is destined, and while it's miserable, its not something he can fight. Then he says he'd want to write the story differently, bc yeowoon, or even him, could be happy. He challenges the idea that yeowoon, and thus himself, is fated to be miserable, and opens up the possibility for happiness for them both, but doesn't yet have the means or resolve to do it, its like he knows its possible on a fundamental level, but doesn't see it as something he can actually achieve. But then we circle back to the idea of destiny and books, both of which came up in the previous quote, and seems incredibly pertinent seen as this whole thing is about a novel this author has written. Myungha talks about how he hates the idea that life is a book where everything written is predestined to happen, from the moment you live to the moment you die. He says "Even if fate is already destined, I think it can still be changed. Otherwise, there's no point in trying." That vile way of life he described before that he said was destined, he is now saying it can be changed, and that possibility is now something he's holding onto, its what he sees hope in so that he can keep trying, bc now he finally is trying, he has the resolve, he's trying to realise this thing, this impossibility of rewriting the life he thought was destined through the way he loves yeowoon.
And coming back to those cruel choices, given this fresh context, it made me think. bc this isn't actually a game that myungha has been put into where the rules are dictated by an author completely separate from him. He said himself, he'd rewrite it, he'd change things for yeowoon. And when you start to think of it less as him fighting against a rigid, removed system and more like him being a character in a story he is trying to rewrite himself, that has both the author and his own limitations, or just his own if you're in the school of thought that the author is some figment or part of myungha himself or his conciousness, then you can start to see where these cruel choices might come from. They could be myungha, the author making edits to this new story, imposing his own doubts and limitations on himself. When he says he has to pick between Yeowoon and his grandma, what if that's the new author myungha seeing this story unfold and thinking no this isn't right, he can't have it all, i'm not deserving of this much happiness.
And what makes me like this idea even more is that when we get that second choice between ending after 14 days or getting 100 days back at the cost of resetting Yeowoon's affection to 0, that whole conversation happens in what I think the bar actually is which is this frozen moment in time where myungha is in the water with this extension of a voice in his head that is talking through these things. That conversation in itself needs its own post, but when you look at it both as a decision to break up or not or a decision to hold onto life or not, you can see how the author is just this soundboard relaying the decisions myungha is going through in his head. The author's voice is his own, weighing up his decisions. And if he is the author here, it only reinforces that the person making the rules of this game is him. You can even extend it further to the idea of the debuffs, where he puts in place this thing that makes it so he causes harm to yeowoon when he's around, and its only by garnering affection that he can prevent it. He gives himself a reason from the get go to stay away from yeowoon and reason it as him doing it for yeowoon's safety, when in fact the only way to make yeowoon safe is to increase his affection, which he can only do by being near him. Its a system that at first gives myungha a reason to stay away aka not like himself, but ultimately says the only way you're going to make yeowoon like you, or the only way you can like yourself, is if you accept risk. And that in itself screams to me of a myungha writing in these game systems that are trying to encourage his own-self love while falling at the hurdle of his own lack of self-worth.
The idea is still messy in my head even for me, but i just really like the idea that myungha could be trying to fix this thing both as a character and game master, and that both these versions of him have these flaws that manifest in their different ways to cause the events we see. It kinda is the definition of being your own worst enemy, the idea that in order to work towards loving yourself, the biggest obstacle you have to encounter is yourself, bc we are the ones holding ourselves back, making all these rules that make it harder to like ourselves and pursue our own happiness. The voices in our head telling us that we aren't good enough and aren't deserving are our own, and while the things that happen to us can inform what they say, we're the one's reinforcing those words. And what this show teaches us is that, if we're the one holding that pen all along, we can choose to change what those words are. If we make the rules, you don't have to create a game with concrete ultimatums, you can create a game where rules don't control you. Instead, you make the decisions, and you can make the ones that make you happy.
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ghostgirl101 · 1 year
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Can we get some headcanons of Jeff t.K. in a relationship? ^^
Dating Jeff The Killer Would Be Like This:
A/N: Well, this is a long overdue request, hope the wait was worth it 🙃 I’m going to be waiting for you all at least twice a week from now on, and there are a few spaces left for requests if you want to get yours in for Jeff and others now if you're interested 🔪 This is the original creepypasta Jeff, but I could try writing for David Near's version too if anyone's wondering... enjoy.
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🔪• Well damn, there's a lot to include for this crazy son of a biatch, so get ready-
🔪• It's an uncomfortable night, the skies outside pitch black, stars clouded over and your curtains ruffling as you glare tiredly at the ceiling, wishing for sleep to overtake you. But there's just something that's keeping you half-aware, something that makes you toss and turn for a while, eyeing the window with a furrow of your brows. It's almost like someone's watching your every move. You just can't see them.
🔪• Until that whispering, hoarse voice pierces through the still silence from behind your curtains, making your eyes widen in horror at the sadistic chuckling that only gets nearer as you will your body to move from its frozen position.
🔪• The tip of his blade skims across the skin off your face before you can make out his own, pale and deathly and twisted with a nasty, deeply cut grin etched up his cheeks. His cold blue eyes linger over your features, and it’s a frustrating and vulnerable feeling knowing that can read you a lot better than you can him. It’s a tense few moments when all you feel is the end of the sharp dagger trace just light enough down a cheek and your lips, resting there for a second, as if he’s thinking.
🔪• Jeff doesn’t keep you alive just because you’re you - he doesn’t know who you are, or why you look, in his eyes, almost as beautiful as he does. But it makes him curious and confused, something he’s not used to and doesn’t particularly like at first. So with a scoff, the knife is suddenly snatched away, replaced with his face right down next to yours, with a “go to sleep~” and sudden darkness.
🔪• It’s a wonder to you when you wake up the next morning unharmed. It’s unheard of for the infamous killer to let his victims go, but after that night, it’s clear to you that what you experienced wasn’t some sort of weird nightmare. You feel eyes on you almost every minute of the day, footsteps that aren’t your own following you when you’re by yourself, shadows in the hall that turned out to be nothing…
🔪• The only times Jeff will make his appearances where you can actually see and talk to him is at night. At first, it's kind of to see how you'll react - scared and screaming panicking like the others, or oddly curious and mildly apprehensive - if you show the latter, he'll definitely be caught if guard, because he's used to the screaming and crying. But even if you do panic and start some weird chase scene around your house, Jeff seems to find it amusing, until he's had enough and corners you, hissing in your ear, "would you calm the hell down doll, you don't wanna wake the whole damn street, now do you?"
🔪• And you're like yes?!?? Because a scarred maniac is in my room and getting blood stains over my non-washable flooring??! Or maybe that's just me
🔪• This boy can be an absolute mystery to anyone who manages to survive him, because they never really figure out the solid reason why, or his whole backstory, his intentions, etc. All they know is that he's a killer who preys on young people at the night and disappears in the morning. Some survive him because they're interesting for a while, and die when they're not anymore. Some remind him of his past self, and on a bad day, he remembers how much he hates that and gets rid of them too. Some are just to play around with. And then there's you.
🔪• Jeff doesn't give you much of a reason either when you question his motives, because at first, he can't even be sure of why he's ket you around. Is it because you're pretty? Somehow different from his other victims? It's not because he's gone soft. The whole thought process ends up frustrating him, so he'll storm out the window to be alone and try taking his mind off it by going after some whiny targets. But still, he keeps thinking about the question, about you, watching him in some kind of awe and confusion. Why do you care? Why does he care?!
🔪• This whole thing is not some fast-paced cliche love story where everything's sappy and sweet and he'll kill everyone but you. He's still the infamous Jeff The Killer. But that doesn't mean he isn't a little soft for you. Just don't point it out, or he gets flustered and defensive.
🔪• At one point, he wanted to just kidnap you and have you with him all the time, but you had to put your foot down and promise to stick around every night for him to come and go as he pleases, which calmed him down. Because, yeah, that's not happening Jeff, calm yourselffff
🔪• It ends up being him popping in almost every night, with you learning to keep your windows open so you don’t have to keep on replacing the forced-in smashed glass. And even when he visits, it takes time for him to reveal himself, little by little, until you can make out all the rough burns and dried blood that blemish practically every inch of his skin. It's not that he's all insecure - he thinks he’s beautiful most days, and he’s not trying to make you feel less scared by his appearance, because him being the jackass that he is, finds jump scaring you funny.
🔪• But he can have bad days, days where he can't stop thinking about his brother and parents and all that made him who he is, and when that happens, he either bearly says anything and sulks with his knives in the corner of your room, and pretty much lets you do anything. Like, you could end up playing and studying his knives - he watches apprehensively at first, all ready for you to try to stab him in the back - but after time goes by and you've given up questioning yourself as to why you're letting a cold-blooded murderer hang out with you almost every night in your room, he sees that you're not trying to defend yourself in those extreme measures, so kind of lets you do your thing.
🔪• It's nice for him to have the company, too, and he enjoys the small conversations he has with you: the nosy, lucky, pretty little survivor who asks too many questions about him and has a smile that's almost as good as his. Him being him offers to carve one in, and still jokingly tries to while you fight him off with a string of curses. He can be really annoying when he wants to, because he finds your reactions cute. If, on the extremely rare occasions, you happen to see him before it goes dark, doing your homework or something, he'll try drawing on the paper or mucking around with your stuff to distract you. If you're watching something, he'll spoil the ending or give a stupid running commentary. If you annoy him back by any means you can, Jeff gets all pouty and frustrated, but it's also sort of endearing to him??
🔪• So he'll be all "are you freaking stupid, or just suicidal, antagonising a serial killer?!" but he can't help scoffing at you in some form of fondness that he hasn't even realised has been growing in him
🔪• When he ultimately realises that hey! you're stalking and killing the bullies of and are increasingly obsessing over this person, it takes him a bit of time to process. He might not show up on that night, wanting to get his thoughts straight, leaving you very confused, but Jeff does show up the next night wanting you to shut up and sit down and listen to him, because he doesn't want to make this any weirder than it feels for him. You'll hardly understand what he's getting at when he spurts out how you're different and he doesn't really believe in fate but something feels right and every Clyde needs his Bonnie and random crap like that 😂
🔪• You'll have to cut him off with a "so are you asking me out?" and he's like "well... yeah, duh. Don't even think about saying no, because you're not getting rid of me, even if you want to, alright?!?" You can tell he's uncharacteristically nervous. So when you've assessed the situation and see that there's no more harm than there already has been to saying yes, there's an unreadable look of shock and something more in his stony eyes. Then his grin is back, and he's annoying you again by whirling you around in the air and stuff, and boom! You're never getting rid of the maniac. He's yours. Congratulations.
🔪• I'm gonna be honest with you; dating Jeff The Killer is definitely not the easiest mountain you chose to climb, but at the end of the day, if all you want is his manic, obsessive love and devotion to you, then it's well worth it. Take the amount of obsessiveness and stalker behaviour he's shown to you as a weird-ass friend and multiply it by a thousand. I'm not kidding.
🔪• Jeff The Killer genuinely cares about those who have somehow made it to that point with him, and as you're at the top of that list, damn, you'll be spoiled. Don't ask him where he gets all the jewels and trinkets and things you've been wanting or that match your hobbies and talents, because they're yours, and they've always been yours. So your welcome, enjoy, he knew you'd like it. That's one way he shows his love. It's kind of like a way of saying that he's always thinking about you, which isn't an exaggeration at all. I can definitely imagine him killing for you with pride and bringing back a heart all casual-like, while you shake your head with an awkward smile.
🔪• "That's, uh, sweet of you, Jeff, but seriously, throw it away now, that's rank."
🔪• No one else catches his eye after you, too. He's never met someone truly beautiful, inside and out, before you, and he's convinced he won't after. So if someone tries to beg for their life or give him compliments he used to like, it's pretty much ineffective now. "You'll ever be as hot as my doll is, you sadass, but here, I'll carve a little something to get you halfway there~"
🔪• He can actually be surprisingly sweet when he wants to. On his bad days, now he'll just lean into you in silence and twirl his blade around, while you play with his hair or put something on TV or somehow end up staring at him. If you look closer and beyond the chalky white shade of his burnt skin and the deep, bloody scars that trace up from his lips, you can notice how he probably was a good-looking boy before the 'accident.' But don't let him catch you looking, because, bad mood or not, he's a cocky bastard, and will end up grinning and saying something like "it's rude to stare, dolly," which ruins the moment lmao
🔪• Jeff can also get clingy when he feels like it too, though he'll never admit it. He likes how your body's always warm when he is somehow always freezing, and being able to have time alone with you, where you're all his, and no one can take it away from him. He'll go freaking rabid if anyone tries, and no one wants that.
🔪• He gets a little awkward when it comes to comfort and opening up, but he'll get there. He learns from you to just give you a silent hug instead of patting you on the back and telling you to chin up or something stupid, or tries to make you laugh, or kills the thing that's getting you down, if you let him. That's your decision 🙃
🔪• He eventually opens up to you about his past, too, which takes him a lot of courage and a lot of patience for you. It's good that you know, though, because it's something to be even closer about, and the more you know about each other, the more you belong together. At least, that's Jeff's logic.
🔪• Jeff can be a bit possessive and sulky when those moments have to end in the mornings, and he's been known to just shove his white hoodie over your head and demand you wear it when he's not with you. Which is fine, Jeff, but seriously, clean that blood of it first.
🔪• But when all is said and done, no matter how heartless and cold and crazy he may seem, and undoubtedly is, he's sane enough to know that he loves you. His love can be ridiculously intense and overwhelming at times, but you can learn to work around or with it. He will do it. Whether anyone believes it or not, him and you knowing your love is enough for Jeff.
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hee-pster · 1 year
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things they secretly love 
+18 content read at your own discretion, please scroll if you’re uncomfortable with. [MDNI]
pairing: enhypen hyung line x afab!reader
genre: smut
a/n: hi hi, this idea came to my mind while I was writing a sfw version of this, so here it is! I hope you enjoy it and as always, likes, comments, asks and reblogs are highly appreciated, please feel welcomed to interact with me 💖
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HEESEUNG
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— dry humping:
Heeeseung likes how every single time he kisses you, it turns into a make out session that will leave you grinding against his dick on his lap. He likes the sensuality of non-penetrative sex and doesnt make it a big deal if he ends up creaming his favorite pants, cause after all, nothing is better than having his baby moan so needily in his mouth while going through her second orgasm. 
— when you gag around his cock:
Oh boy, this is his secret pleasure. The way you look so adorable while trying to fit his length in your tiny little mouth, your eyes watering and your throat constantly clenching around his dick is an indescribable source of joy for him. It really flips a switch inside him somewhere, which makes him wanna just fuck your mouth as hard and as fast as he can and most of the times, he does exactly that. 
— edging you/being edged:
This goes without saying but, Heeseung likes to tease — hell, he likes to torture you with it. He likes playing with your cute holes until you cum at least twice before he puts his cock finally inside to ruin you all over again, cause seeing you falling apart for him —  for his cock is one of his favorite sights to see.
— kissing you after he cums in your mouth:
Gross? No, he finds it quite sexy in a unique way, in a messy way. Why? Because you're too fucked out to kiss him back properly, yet too needy to let go of his lips. You're desperate for anything he does to you and shit, if that's not the hottest thing ever, then what is? He sees this as a way of claiming you his — first he marks your mouth with his cum and then seals it with a kiss, and voila, you're his property for good. 
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JAY
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— massaging you with aroma oils before you fuck:
Jay is a service dom, he is the type to adore and spoil his baby, yet this does not change the fact that sometimes there's an ulterior motive behind all of that sweet act — like the intention of having sex. That's why without even knowing, you find yourself completely naked under him, with his dick stretching your walls deliciously.
— cowgirl/missionary position:
Let me summarize this with one word, boobs. There's no need to say that Jay is the peak form of boob guys, therefore it's almost like his natural instinct go for for the positions that will grant him the best view — which in this context would be “cowgirl” for the scenarios that you're on top and “missionary” for the scenarios that you're on the bottom. 
— watching you touch yourself:
Jay likes a little show before he puts it in, he's a simple dude who gets aroused by what he sees.  He likes you in high heels, almost in no clothing — preferably wearing a hot pair of lingeries, and with your hair loose. He likes watching you rub yourself with your legs wide open for him to see as he pumps himself, he thinks that sight is the 8th wonder of the world. 
— seeing his bulge on your tummy:
Jay is big, matter of fact, he is huge — that's a no brainer. But that's not something he brags about often, since he is a humble king but there is this one exception — only one that makes him become the cockiest fucker in the world; when he sees his bulge on your tummy. Rightfully he goes, “Do you see this, baby? That's how deep I am inside you.” with no shame whatsoever on his face nor in his tone, because he knows so well that it's basically the reason why you're such a slut for his cock. 
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JAKE
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— backshots:
Now this, is a must in Jake's book. Yes it's true that he likes breeding you but, his favorite place to cum on is your ass. I think he'd be very curious and enthusiastic about trying anal as well, which is another lame excuse for him to use so that he can paint your beautiful buttocks with his pearl white leak.   
— when you wear easy access clothes:
There are just no words to describe how much Jake loves this, since it's basically a life saving thing for him. Considering how easily and how often he gets horny, the act of removing your clothes can be super tiring, not to mention how it is a complete waste of time. That's why whenever you wear one of your mini skirts and a cute crop top, you should be mindful that your day will be filled with quickies, in any hour and any place. 
— mutual masturbation:
Aside from being hot, Jake thinks this is practical. It's never the same when he touches himself instead of you doing it, the difference is way too obvious to miss. He can never cum as harder and as faster than when he is with you, especially if he gets to fuck your tight little hole at the same time — its just that, having you clench around his digits somehow manages to hit all the right spots for him to orgasm.
— when you ride his face:
If you ask Jake about his happy place on earth, he would say in between your thighs — and it's not because he likes to fuck it, it's because he likes to eat it as well. He loves how you grind on his face, his hands on your waist as he presses you even more on himself, leading your hips as you rock your body over his. He loves everything about it; the way you moan, the way you hold on to him, the way your thighs feel even softer than pillows against his skin — just everything, he finds it perfect. 
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SUNGHOON
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— seeing you on your knees: 
If there's one thing that turns him on in the matter of seconds, this is it — you on your knees, giving him the looks of a beggar who would do anything and everything to have his cock. Suddenly the word “no” ceases from existence for Hoon, and he ends up giving you just exactly what you want no matter what the condition or location is. Me thinks that's a good service dom thing to do right there. 
— when you suck him before he fucks you:
He loves this very much not because he needs it to get hard, but because he likes to fill your pretty holes starting from the top and going to the bottom. I believe there's no need for me to even mention how incredibly hot he thinks you are with remnants of his cum on your face as he fucks you later, I mean, white is definitely your color in his opinion. 
— pulling your hair:
The feeling of being in control is what Sunghoon likes during sex, and he doesn't back up from showing you who the boss is. He definitely likes manhandling you to his heart's wish, throwing you here and there on his cock and putting you into multiple positions only because he can. Yet since he's a “simple is the best” type of guy, the doggy position always has a special place in him, cause nothing tops the feeling of ruining your pussy from behind when he is pulling your hair to yank your head back, only to be able to whisper the naughtiest things in your ear.
— bruising your ass/neck: 
I can easily say Sunghoon is a biter during sex. He has to mark you with his pretty fangs in the most visible spots because technically you belong to him, therefore he has every right to leave his signature on you. As much as he likes sucking various tones of purples on your neck, he also likes painting your ass with a pinkish color, using nothing but his pretty hands and sharp smacks. 
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coconut-dreamz · 3 months
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touch it || tom blyth x famous! reader
a/n: saw a tiktok using a sped up version of this song and knew i needed to write something with it for my husband. i think it’s gender neutral. i didn’t use any gendered descriptions. hope you enjoy !!
warnings: one curse word, a little suggestive, but nothing too spicy. reader is implied to be a celebrity of some sort, but it’s very vague.
how do I make the phone ring?
why do I even care?
you were sitting on your bed, staring at your phone, not so patiently waiting for a call, a text, even a simple instagram like from the man that had been plaguing your thoughts lately. 
ugh, you were pathetic. why did you even care if he liked your latest instagram post. it's not like there was anything going on between the two of you. you had just recently met through your mutual friend rachel. and things had certainly hit it off, but you weren't together. at least, not officially. 
and now here you were, waiting for a simple notification from tom that showed that he was thinking about you too. god, when did this happen?
how are you all around me when you're not really there?
when you're not really there?
you saw him everywhere now. you saw him in the coffee shop you visited everyday, in the park you walked by everyday and the city lights that shone through your window at night. all the while, he was on a completely different side of the planet, probably with some other girl. who knew?
no matter where you went, you'd see him. in the bakeries on the street, the coffee shops you visited and the city lights in any city you went to. but there was no confirmation that he felt the same way.
how do I feel you on me when you're not on my skin?
why do you say you want me, then tell me "I'm not coming in"?
baby, just come on in
the two of you had just gotten back from drinks with some friends. being the gentleman he is, he walked you home. your apartment wasn't too far from the bar anyways. despite the space between you two, you could feel his warmth on your skin.
"thanks for walking me home, tom," you stare up at his blue eyes. "it's no problem," he smiles, moving a strand of hair behind your ear. you both slowly lean in, the space between you decreasing with every second.
when your lips finally meet, it's like electricity flowing through your body. your hands cup his face as his snake their way down to your waist. it must've been the hundredth time you two had kissed, but the feeling never went away. as he deepens the kiss, your hands move up from his face to tangle up in his hair. his, move their way down south, finding a home on your ass. 
after a few moments, you two break apart, gasping for breath. you unlock the door behind you, it had been long forgotten as you two kissed. "you coming in?" you ask as you push the door open, looking up at him. "no, i shouldn't stay." he answers, but his eyes tell another story.
you simply nod and bid him goodbye. as you close the door behind you, the once warm feeling that filled you turns cold as you yearn for him to come back. you open the door and shout out, “just come in!”
hearing this he whips his head around with a large grin. he just shakes his head at you and enters your apartment.
'cause every time I'm with you, i go into a zone
and i remember all the places you wanna go
you had mentioned in passing that it had been years since you had gone to an arcade. hearing this, tom took it upon himself to take you. as you two played around on the different games, the world around you fades away. it felt as if you two were the only people in the world. that's how things seemed to work whenever you had tom by your side.
you had noticed the way that you remembered everything tom had said. the places he wanted to go, the food he wanted to eat, and more importantly, the things he wanted to do. you wanted nothing more than to experience it all with him. 
'cause every time i see you, i don't wanna behave
i’m tired of waiting so let’s pick up the pace
whenever you and tom were out in public, you wanted to throw all the pr training you had out the window. it took you everything in you to not start making out with him on the corner of the street as you two waited for some tacos. 
there was just something about tom that made him irresistible to you. "i got the tacos, are you ready to go?" he asks, bag of tacos in hand. "forget the tacos, i want you right now." thankfully, his apartment was nearby. the second he unlocks the door, you push him against the door and kiss him passionately, causing the bag to drop on the floor. 
he returns the passion and aggression, picking you up and pushing you against the door instead. his teeth nip at your bottom lip, causing a moan to slip out of your lip. "bedroom?" you ask as you part momentarily. he doesn't reply, merely nodding before leading you to his bedroom.
remind me why we're taking a break
it's obviously insane
'cause we both know what we want
so why don't we fall in love?
baby, let's fall in love
it had been a few weeks since you had last spoke, let alone seen tom. a stupid argument about god knows what had led to you two taking a break. at this point, you couldn't even remember what it was about. 
you just missed him, even if he was in the wrong. or were you in the wrong? who knew at this point? all you knew was that you wanted to be with him. "tom? i'm sorry, i was being overdramatic. i miss you." you blurt out as soon as he answers the call. "i'm sorry too, i was being overdramatic too.  i miss you. i think i'm falling in love with you." he admits to you, you don't wait a second before responding. "i think i'm falling in love with you too. come over?" "i'll be there in 10." he answers immediately before hanging up, probably in a rush to come see you. you smiled to yourself at his urgency, counting down the seconds until you two reunited. 
you're broken out of your thoughts at the sound of a knock. you quickly get up and open the door to reveal the man who’d been plaguing your thoughts from the moment your eyes met across the crowded room. he wastes no time and embraces you, sealing your lips with his own in a searing kiss.
“i’m sorry or i forgive you. i don’t even remember anymore. but i know that i am sorry for letting something so stupid get in between us. you’re the most important person in my life. i love you, so much.” he confess, your foreheads resting against each other. “i love you too, so, so much.” you move forward to kiss him. “does that mean we’re dating now?” you ask him, looking into his eyes. he laughs hearing that, “i thought we already were dating.” you laugh at his response. “well, we’re definitely dating now.” you declare with a smile.
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