hauntedloverr111

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content: FREAKSHIT, hand kink, public sex, face slapping, praising, pet names, rubbing matt’s cum on readers lips, finger sucking, fingering, p in v, mouth spitting, dry humping, hair pulling, mentions of man handling, badly written smut, not proofread unfortunately.

wc: 1.6k

the party

matt’s hands always had you in a chokehold. right now, the two of you were at a party. the host was matt’s best friend, nate, so you couldn’t just make him leave. you watched him as held his drink, talking to some other people. your eyes locked onto his grip against the classic red drinking cup he was holding. his fingers were so long and slender, not to mention his nails were painted black and he had his classic silver rings on. matt clearly picked up on the staring since his hand snaked onto your thigh, his touch soft but firm. thankfully, the party was in the bar because before you knew it, matt’s fingers were rubbing circles onto your clothed clit. you silently were so glad you two were sitting in a booth. matt kept the same face as he continued to talk to nate and his other friend, eddie. he switched his fingers around, he pulled your panties to the side after pulling your skirt up around your hips. you should’ve told him to stop, nate and eddie were right there, they could’ve seen but you didn’t really care. he dipped his middle finger inside, letting his thumb rub your clit. he fingered you slowly but enough to make you feel good. this wasn’t the first time matt pulled this, but every time you struggled to keep a straight face. he added another finger easily due to how soaked you were. the little subtle smirk on his face killed you. it wasn’t long before your thighs pressed together as you came onto his fingers, wetting your skirt a bit. “what’s that?” matt pointed with his other hand. as nate and eddie looked away, he locked eyes with you while he licked you off his fingers.

vanilla ice cream

you and matt stopped by a ice cream shop and of course he waited to eat his until he got home. “matt i told you it was gonna melt.” you said slightly annoyed. you were sitting in his bed with him meaning the ice cream was dripping everywhere. he took two fingers and slid up some of the ice cream that dripped. he slipped them into his mouth, licking them clean. okay, maybe you weren’t annoyed anymore. he reached down, picking up more. you stopped his hand halfway to his mouth, guiding them into yours. your tongue swirled over his fingers, sucking them slightly. “needy for my hands, again?” he mocked. you pulled off once you were sure they were clean. matt put them in his mouth before taking them out after he made sure they were coated in his own saliva. he picked up more ice cream, this time from his cone. “open, baby.” he whispered, putting his two fingers up to your lips. without hesitation you opened, letting them slip into your mouth with ease. you did the same as before, but instead of him pulling them out he pushed them deeper, hitting the back of your throat. you gagged, looking up at him. the same smirk he always had creeped back onto his face. his fingers retreated but only to grab a fistful of your hair, tugging on it. his grip was firm but not hurtful. his lips pressed into yours, letting his tongue explore your mouth. his thumb came up, grabbing your chin causing your mouth to open. your eyes push open to see the sight of him spitting in your mouth. “swallow.” he demanded, though his tone was laced with softness. you did as he said — your mouth closed and you swallowed, flashing him a smile afterwards. the both of his hands found your hips pushing you onto his lap to straddle him. as soon as you were on top you felt him. his dick was straining against the fabric of his jeans. “need you.” your words were so quiet he could barely hear them, but he did. he started by pushing you back by your hips then dragging you forward again. after you got the rhythm he took the same two fingers as before and shoved him past your lips. your hips instantly started to go faster as you sunk deeper onto him. drool was starting to pool at your lips, letting some drip down your chin. the familiar feeling pooled in your stomach as you kept going faster. “you close, baby?” he asked. you responded with a eager nod. in one swift motion he had you on your back with him on top of you. “not yet.” he smiled.

chapstick

matt drove his brothers to target, obviously you went with them, you always did. on the way nick and matt got into a argument causing him to stay in the car just to be petty. you didn’t mind though, you stayed with him. you were scrolling through spotify to pick a song before you felt it. his hand found your thigh. it was a common gesture he did all the time but he just got his nails done. they were clear with silver stars in the middle. “matt.” you smiled. he responded with a returned smile. he looked into the mostly empty parking lot, the only cars were away from us. the only light that could be seen was coming from the a few lampposts and the moon. “what all did they need?” you asked with the same smile on your face. “enough for us to finish.” you opened your mouth to talk but got cut off by matt moving to the back seat. “are we really doing this?”

so that’s how you ended up here. you were on all fours with matt plowing into you from behind. your knees were pressed into the soft leather fabric of his back seats. he didn’t leave you any time for adjusting to his size, the burning sensation felt oddly good. his slender fingers wrap around your mouth, keeping your whiny moans quiet. without hesitation he flipped you over on your back, slipping back inside of you. the hand on your mouth left for a moment just to give you a small slap across the face earning a small breathless moan from you. “you like that, pretty girl?” matt kept his rapid pace as you answer his question with a moan, he didn’t accept that though. another slap was placed across your face, on the other side this time. “yes, feels so good.” you choked out. again, a slap hit your face, softer this time, you were silently thanking him for not wearing his rings since he had his nail appointment. you didn’t know what got into matt but you fucking loved every second of it. “you love my fingers huh, baby?” he said, dragging two fingers across your soaked cunt, making sure the tips were glossy. you opened your mouth to answer him but instead you were met with his fingers running over your lips, smearing your own juices on you. “matt, please.” you whine out. “please what?” he dipped his fingers past your lips. “wanna cum.” you hardly spit out due to his fingers in your mouth. he pulled them out and gave you what you wanted. he sped up his pace trying to hurry before chris and nick came back. after a few more thrusts his dick started twitching around your tightening walls. “fuck, baby.” he moaned as you let yourself go underneath him. he rode you through your high before pulling out and releasing on your clit. the car was filled with the small moans of the both of you, causing the windows to slowly steam up. he picked some of your mixed cum up before wiping it on your lips. “new chapstick?” he smirked, making you roll your eyes even though there was no real annoyance behind it.

nightly ride

your alarm clock flashed 1am in red numbers. for the past two hours you tried everything to fall asleep. the only thing you could focus on was the aching tension between your legs. being a influencers girlfriend, you see a lot of edits. all day your stupid fyp was loaded with clips of matts hand. you tried to push the creeping feeling down but you couldn’t. you crept your hand down, pushing it past the waistband of your panties, easily finding your soaked bud. you kept your mouth shut, trying to not let a whine slip as you pressed on your clit. your mind replayed the thoughts of how easily matt could pick you up, move you around, how big his hands looks on you. your trail of thought got cut off by matt’s sudden stirring. “baby?” your neck snapped to him as he spoke. “are you?” he asked, rubbing his tired eyes. you pressed your lips together in a line, letting out a hum of embarrassment. “tell me what you want.” his voice still gruff from sleep. “your hands…” came out as a mumble. matt sat up, delicately taking off your panties as if you were fragile. “go ahead n’ use em, needy girl.” and you did what you did best, you listened to him. his rings came off smoothly. you grabbed his hand, guiding his index and middle finger to your slick folds. easily, you pushed the two inside you, earning a small gasp from you and a smirk from him. your hips bucked up, using his fingers as your own toy. he cooed your through your soft whines. “that feel good?” a eager nod always forms from you. he curved his fingers causing a twitch to overcome your body. “feels so good.” you murmured. with the tightening grip of your cunt and the rapid breathless moans coming from your lips, matt knew you were close. “cum for me, needy.” with his encouragement you continued to use his fingers. you changed positions, you’re now sitting up on your legs, riding his fingers. it should’ve been embarrassing, even a tiny bit, but you felt too good to care. your eyes squeezed shut as your climax came. “good girl.” matt praised as he took his fingers out and licked one of them. the other finger, the index, was brought to your mouth, letting you suck your own release.

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hii guys! i have a shifting discord server and was wondering if you guys wanted to join!!! please comment and send ur user if you wanna join

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let’s all do a shifting exercise tonight! doesn’t matter if you have doubts. doesn’t matter if your script is unfinished (yes i’m talking to you overthinker). doesn’t matter if your sleep schedule is fucked and you planned to do it at this time but now it’s “too late”. doesn’t matter if you have things to do tomorrow. this exercise is for everyone—whether you’ve shifted to your dr or not.

tonight, when you go to shift, i want you to feel the emotional tone of your dr before setting your intention. let yourself be filled with the peace and love and wholeness of finally being in the place you belong. be present. where do you feel the energy most? let it overflow into every part of your body. even just two minutes of this is enough for your intention to be backed by emotional resonance (which strengthens a manifestation and an assumption because your subcon processes things you experience emotion with as real). after you feel you’ve connected emotionally (again, this should not take a long time. anything will work) set your intention simply and clearly.

say things like:

“i’m shifting now.” “i’m going to my dr as i sleep.” “i allow myself to be in my dr.”

(you can also say your own dr specific thing! no limitations, just examples!!)

this is not to convince yourself. there should be no “okay and now what?” response. don’t immediately go searching for your dr in your senses. do not wait for things to change. just say it like you mean it and let go.

once your intention is set, act like it already worked. i don’t mean start convincing yourself you’re seeing, hearing, or thinking in your dr. i just mean own the choice. own the decision of having just shifted. act as if you just placed a same-day delivery order and your confirmation code just came. relax. listen to music or asmr. and go to sleep. it’s done.

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thinking about dexter who takes you on one of his “hunts” and lets you see who he is fully! lets you see his dark passenger!

🍭🫧🩷🐬

“you can’t make a noise bun. i get you think this is fun but it’s not a game. this urge i have, i do this so i can control it. do you understand me?”

you nod, biting ur lip and batting ur pretty mink lashes. you’re barely listening by da time he’s finished his speile and honestly you’re so horny by how demanding he sound you can’t even fully process it!

you guys met almost a year ago, being introduced by Angel! you went to school with his sister and she loved you so much she took you on her babysitting trips! he came home to you letting Harrison, or H.R as you call him, paint your nails and giggle about girls at school!

Dexter was mesmerized by you. the glossy hair, your brown skin, the dark gleam in your eye paired with the innocence you seemed to possess. he couldn’t get enough.

“i need words. not nods, words. ‘m already taking a risk with you even knowing. you gotta tell me this is okay.” he whispered, his left thumb and forefinger pinching your chin.

“mhm Dex! this is perfectly fine! i’ll be quiet! like a mouse!! won’t even know m here. i pinky promise on my perky tits!” you beamed up at him.

he doubted you could even keep quiet for ten minutes, but the excited expression you wore made it hard to say no.

an hour later and a whole lot of plastic later, you were sat on a counter swinging your legs while Dex circled his next victim, waiting for him to wake up.

he felt the anticipation under his skin, paired with the slight annoyance from hearing your nails click-clack on your phone. your bedazzled phone might he add, that he bought for you after he broke your old one stalking someone. how sweet of him!

eventually the loser woke up and the ritual began. Dex cutting his cheek for the blood slide, showing the killer his victims, and then the kill.

with the knife pointed above his victim and the dark gleam in his eye, he got ready to end his life. but then, the slight whimper that left your mouth mad whim pause. he glanced over at you and saw your thighs clenched and eyes hazy.

wait, were you getting off on this? he smiled a little bit. it was nice. someone you could deal with his dark passenger and his facade. he wanted to take care of you, to make his babydoll feel good. but he had to take care of this man. this scum of the earth.

he was gaining movement in his legs again, so dexter had to act fast. “not so fast doc.” he growled out, still looking at you.

he plunged the knife into his chest and watched as your hands clung to the counter and you bit your lip. holy shit, you really were horny from him killing someone.

his perfect girl. he was so, so grateful for you.

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PLEASE OMG I NEED MORE STOP.

Make it hurt

cw. rough sex, mean mocking, dom!brian, fsub!reader, crying, manipulation but reader doesn't know it, brian as rudy, brian is his own warning

Rudy is hands down the best boyfriend you’ve ever had. He remembers all your favorite things, always knows how to make you laugh, and somehow nails every romantic gesture that makes your heart melt. Honestly, you catch yourself wondering all the time how you got so lucky—what you did to deserve him, or how many orphanages you must have built in a past life to end up with someone this amazing. But one thing’s for sure: he loves you. And he loves you so well that it blows your mind how easily he fucks you like he hates you.

And right now, it feels like he despises you. 

You saw it in the dark, hungry look in his eyes—the promise of exactly where you are now. Your hands are bound tightly behind your back with his tie, your body arched against his as his bicep wraps firmly around your throat. His teeth graze your shoulder before sinking in, sending a shiver through you, while his hand claims your breast with bruising intensity. Each relentless thrust pushes deeper, making it clear he’s lost in his desire, your comfort the furthest thing from his mind. 

“S-Slow down, baby…” You whimper through your breathless sobs, tears running down your flushed cheeks.

“God, are you crying?” Rudy grunts with a chuckle, his hand on your breast moving up to shove his fingers into your mouth, effectively gagging you, “You’re fucking pathetic, sobbing over my cock when you should be grateful for it.” 

The grip on your throat tightens, cutting off just enough air to send a wave of panic and thrill racing through your body. For a fleeting moment, you’re certain this is how it ends, but the fear only heightens the intensity of everything else. The pressure on your airway and the relentless ache between your legs blend into a haze that leaves your vision swimming, every nerve alive with sensation.

Your bound hands twist behind you, desperate for reprieve, nails digging into curves of his abdomen begging for mercy. Rudy groans at the sting, his breath hot against your ear as he growls, “Stop fucking struggling, take it, fucking take it.” 

“Rud–Rudy, please, I can’t– I can’t take anymore…” You croak out tightly, your discomfort evident. 

“Does it hurt, doll?” He asks, his hips slowing for a moment as his grip on your throat loosens enough to give you a moment to breathe. He plants kisses over the back of your shoulder, his nose nuzzling against your skin. This moment is one of reassurance; he still loves you, no matter how hard he’s drilling into you– he’s still your Rudy and he’d do anything for you.

You nod, sniffling back your tears and trying to ignore the drool running down your chin. His hand moves to tilt your head to look at him, his eyes scanning yours–studying you. Rudy is checking if you’re okay, if he should actually slow down. When you give him a slight nod with that desperate and needy look in your eyes, he smirks and leans in to plant a kiss to your jaw.

“It should hurt.” He spits before he shoves you face-first down onto his bed roughly as his hips start their assault on you again.

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MORE MORE MORE

could you possibly do a brian x angel baby reader whereeeee: maybe it’s like he sees her for the first time, she’s dancing and having fun at rita’s birthday or some event and she looks soooo magical he falls in love instantly, she steals his heart on the spot !

of course! first meet?? long long long overdue! ♡ w. y/n used once . . i hate using it :(

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it was supposed to be a quick stop. a favor to dexter. a polite appearance at a birthday party for someone he barely knew — rita, he thinks, the pretty one with the gentle smile and the two kids tugging at her arms. brian was going to show face, blend in, then disappear. but then he sees you.

the sun is gleaming from the large sky in the background of Rita’s house. too bright, almost blinding — but it doesn’t blind him to the flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye —soft laughter spun up in the warm hum of backyard chatter. he turns, only half interested, only half aware, and the rest of the world shuts off.

you’re dancing barefoot in the grass, skirt fluttering like petals around your thighs, a drink in one hand, and that smile — god, that smile — radiant and entirely unbothered by anyone watching. there’s something otherworldly about you. maybe it’s the way you toss your head back when someone calls your name, sunlight catching in your hair like it’s made of only the purest material or how your skin looks good enough to take a bite out of from where he’s standing.

brian doesn’t breathe— just watches, as he always finds himself doing. you’re not even looking at him, not aware of him at all — too busy laughing with the music, teasing rita, laughing with cody, and stealing a cookie from his plate. and he swears his heart actually stumbles in his chest or maybe his arteries aren’t pushing enough blood to reach his heart.

you’re light. you’re warmth. your joy dipped in lace and softness and grace. you don’t belong here, not in this too-human world. And he wants to take you away. but he stands there, completely still, a quiet man in the shade with blood on his hands and a heart he thought was long dead — suddenly aching.

but the aching is too much— so much—he waits. not out of patience, but because he needs a second — to breathe, to make sure he doesn’t walk straight up to you looking like a man who just had his entire axis shifted. eventually, you drift off from the dancing. the music fades a little, replaced by the low hum of conversation and laughter. you’re reaching for a bottle of water when he steps closer, slow and smooth, like he’s done this a thousand times. (he hasn’t.)

“hot out here,” he says casually, offering a crooked, harmless smile. you glance up at him, big eyes blinking like you hadn’t even noticed anyone nearby. “oh! yeah, i didn’t realize until i stopped spinning. kinda dizzy now.” you giggle. it hits him like a truck.

“i’m brian,” he says, trying to keep his voice from dipping into anything deeper than polite. your face lights up with that sunshine-against-skin smile and you shake his hand — warm, soft, weightless in his. “m’ y/n. you’re dexter’s friend, right?” you laugh again, like the whole world is funny and sweet.

you blink at him, kind. curious. he nods, grip tightens just the tiniest bit before he lets. “yeah. something like that.” you lean in, conspiratorial, “he’s weird, right? but like… in a cute way.” brian actually huffs a quiet laugh. “that’s one word for it.” you giggle again. “you’re funny.”

you say it like you don’t know what you’re doing. like you don’t understand that he’ll replay that sound in his head tonight until it burns itself into the walls of his apartment. someone calls your name. you glance back, give a little wave, and then look at him again with that soft, floaty warmth. “it was nice meeting you, brian. i like your voice. you sound like you should be on the radio.”

and then you’re gone. just like that. off to twirl back into the party, completely unaware of the way you’ve just undone a man who thought nothing could touch him. brian watches you disappear into the crowd, still holding the bottle of water you never opened.

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hes so lucky i cant get my hands on him

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THE FIRST TIME I SHIFTED AWAKE…

was horrifying. I was feeling hopeless, it was around 6 in the morning and i still had a few hours before i needed to make my way to work.

HALF ASLEEP, i thought it would be a good idea to test a subliminal i saw the night before. at this point in my journey i was actively trying different subliminals for shifting and rating them online based on if i shifted or not.

the subliminal was only 1 minute and 40 something seconds long. 6 am Nicky thought “why not?”

“Why not”? because for me personally nothing had been working those past 2 weeks. i was struggling and felt like i lost my groove of falling asleep and waking up somewhere else.

5 months into my success journey i was only shifting using asleep methods, i never thought you could actually shift awake. i assumed that it was easier for me to shift when i was knocked out.

so i closed my eyes and thought “what was the worst that could happen?” and just waited through it. listening to the subliminal, i zoned out, and within seconds my body ascended.

i started to panic. i wasn’t in my bed anymore. i was in a different bed, a familiar one.

everything was fuzzy for a few seconds, i felt my soul leave my body, my position in my bed change, and heard the grandfather clock in my bedroom go off. It was my heart bed, the bed Jonathan and I unofficially shared before our wedding that was completely against my father’s wishes. I was alone, which was good for my anxiety but different than every other morning.

as i opened my eyes and adjusted, i realized something was off. it was my room, but Jonathan was nowhere to be found. i was under a tower of blankets, with his side of the bed being left untouched. i took it as a sign that he was here.

with the thought lingering a second longer i remembered he came in around 2 in the morning. but he was gone now.

i got up, the shock of shifting now completely gone and was immediately replaced with “where’s my fiance?”

just as i went to grab my robe and head towards the door, i checked the grandfather clock. 8:03 in the morning. amazing. in new jersey it was 6 am. on solaria it’s 8.

there was a disagreement down the royal hallway. Jonathan and my assistant, Julia, who was been with me since my early youtube days, were arguing over something. they were far away enough that i couldn’t hear, but i could see them, and these two were huge on body language.

as Julia turned around to start to walk towards my door, i went panic mode. closed the door, sat down at my desk, and left. 6:04 am. new jersey. groggy.

the shift happened in less than a minute.

and i could finally say i shifted awake.

this was back in 2021 and the my first awake shift to my winx reality. i remember the entire thing to this day and it truly changed how i looked at my shifting journey.

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quotes that apply for shifting and manifestation that i really really like <3

✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ୨୧ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ୨୧ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ୨୧

“If it makes you happy, it doesn’t have to make sense for others.”

“A successful shifter is a shifter who tried one more time.”

“If you can imagine it, it’s not unrealistic.”

“Things are not unrealistic, you’re just not used to it.”

“Follow your plan, not your mood.”

“When you close your eyes, your reality is right in front of you. That’s how close you are.”

“Just because it’s taking time doesn’t mean it’s not happening.”

“There is no failure. You either win or you learn.”

“Negative thoughts only have the power you allow them.”

“It’s about the mindset, not the action.”

“You are not affirming, you are making a statement.”

“If you are in Barbados, why would you be talking about going to Barbados?”

“There’s no right time. Stop waiting and start doing.”

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Tonight im waking up to my desired reality wether I affirm to or not. I decide where I go.

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would you guys still love me if i said i don’t know how to write anymore?

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god hes so gorgeous 😫

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Babe, you were conditioned to believe it's not possible. Remember that.