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shuenkio · 7 months ago

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"Enhypen"

Red string with you˚⊹ ᰔ

Paring: Enha X m!reader

Genre: fluff, emotion, love

Red string theory

Do not copy my works (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥

CRD to all divider

Some parts are overdo words ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ

Heeseung: Living a life as a musician he is, are sure lonely, all alone because he spends all his time every single day in the studio, morning to noon, noon to night, night to midnight, recycling over and over again. One day, when going to the party with his friends, they brought up the love topic and asked him if he had a partner like them, they had been waiting for him to have a romantic life forever yet the man still had no one. He got the look, got money, got everything, just like everyone's dream of. He just responds with a slow nod, he also waiting for some perfect time to have someone by his side however it's like the more he's waiting, the longer it gets. Once the party's over, he waves goodbye to his friends before making his way back home by walking since his apartment is not too far, he chooses to take a nice walk under the snowy rain. The walk seemed so pleasant and cold watching the snowflakes fall above him, making him realize a lot of things he never did before. As he keeps moving his feet zoning out, unexpectedly he bumps into a person who's also lost in their world. Both of them fall to the ground, gathering all their consciousness back before opening their eyes to see you intend your arm open to give them support.

"H-hey sorry to bump into you, are you alright?" He looks at you who's standing on top of him, along with a light street behind you hitting your back, making you look unreal and breathtaking. suddenly he feels like the world has stopped moving when you look at him, you're like someone that God sent to him, his heartbeat does a backflip. "You're the one... For me, I feel it"

Jay: The same goes with him. money? Millions. Look? Hot. Car and house? Check ✓ love? Loading. Born in such a wealthy family, when you seek real love would be a different story. Yes, you can have all the love you want with money, but money can't buy such thing as true love isn't it? It's required your efforts, sweat and tears to get "true love". On the way to his office, with his luxury business bag, an elevator, was about to close suddenly you appeared and quickly waved your hand as a signal for him to stop it for you. Once you enter, you thank him before standing beside him. The moment you make eye contact with him, he feels like his heart telling him you're the missing pieces he had been searching for all along, must make him, his!! "Be my boyfriend!!!" M/n answer "Pardon?" [Too short sorry shawty]

Jake: As the outgoing person he is, he knows what's best for himself and he doesn't need nobody telling him what he needs but as time forward, all his love leaves him for good with the only one reason "looks " Then he realizes they only love him for a short time because of his looks, they got bored with him. Is he just showing his true self? Why is it so hard for him to find someone suitable for him, who's made just for him? God loved giving a hard time, didn't he? Bar! It's the only place they understood him the most. He went to the bar and took a lot of shots, giving himself to the alcohol but no matter how much he drank, he was still sober just a slightly hot throat. You then also came to the bar, and it's happened to sit next to him since all the seats are all pack. You're also ordering the same drink as him too which makes him want to talk to you. Both of you are talking, and giggles how similar your life is before he said "Let's write our story into a better plot together, shall we? I know you're that person who can make my day brighter, I don't care about society against us, we can fight it aren't we?"

Sunghoon: He had some dark past with love. It's not his fault that he was an introvert, loved his comfort zone, used a cold tone whenever talking, and didn't like skin ship much. This is the reason why most people leave him too for their good he is cold, and can't bear him anymore. After all his ugly memory he started to become more heartless, even colder than before, and won't give a chance to anybody again. He's now a single young adult, living his life peacefully. However, the more he cut ties with people, the more isolated he felt. He needed someone, he needed somebody who could be here with him, accept for who he was, someone who was the same way as him. Ultimately he went to relax at his comfort place, the ice rink. As he moves his feet forward, his hand tucked inside his pocket, Out of the blue, You run into him, to your skating shoe won't stop moving as a result of a fall onto the top of him. Embarrassed, your hands are on his chest, you quickly get up and are about to apologize therefore he grips your body tight, and won't let go yet before asking. "I feel like we know each other before, have we?" Blushing, you said no. He continues "No, I mean... For real you're the person who always appears in my dream!!"

Sunoo: The social butterfly, there he goes again, making friends even when he was on the way to work, on the way home, whenever he saw someone he'd ask them how was their day, are they were okay, are they doing well, if they need something just tell him. He's perfect, not to mention that everyone had their flaws but for him, it's almost perfect from head to toe, he had friends, family, socialized well, didn't fear no one, and liked to speak what was on his mind, kind, and everyone's definitely like him. One thing he's lacking is love, he's always giving everyone his love, and comfort words, for everyone's needs but did his love return to him? No. Sometimes he questions himself is he worth it? Did all his hard work pay off? He knows only very few like him for how happy he is, and not his true self. Little did they know he was craving for attention and love back. Consequently, God answered his prayer. Holiday arrived, and when he was cleaning his room, he heard someone knocking on his apartment's door. He went to open it and revealed you checking the room number. He greets you with his bright smile before taking you in(roommate). Day after day, both of him and you become more comfortable with each other, and feel just right when together. And surprisingly he confesses his feeling to you. "I want to start my life with you M/N! The moment you came in I felt like a string had been connected, you are my home, my everything now, please accept this love of mine"

Jungwon: He's fine, he's ok, everything is alright, that's what he said to everyone concerned about him. He doesn't need anything, even love or he's just denying it? He might not need someone at the moment but surely fate will bring him someone whom, he never knew he needed before. he likes to take care of people surrounding him while taking all their worry and weight on his shoulders, alone. And now he said he doesn't need someone to take care of him when he has this kind of idiot thinking, put others before himself. As a result, fate plans to give him someone worthy of him. In a normal day of practicing taekwondo, when he went back home, earphones plugged inside his ear, without notice, someone bumped into him and spilled a drop of coffee on his shirt. "Hey watch where you going dude!!-" he paused. "I- I'm so sorry let me take my napkin" You take your napkin from your pocket before wiping it for him. "you seem familiar, are you around here?" He asked "Nope, but I also feel the same way, you look like someone I knew before" as you answered his question, a biker came from a distance and was about to drive past you two before you could do anything, he grabbed your shoulder turning you around before covering all the mud that's splashing on him. Both of your eyes meet, and explore each other for a second. "Now I know what my grandma means, the red string is real"

Ni-ki: "He looks mean" "He's so intimidating", "ugh I wish you were more friendly " and "Don't date him, he won't be worth it" Those words are like a knife, that's stabbing through his chest, just for a lil of love, why it is so hard. Is it because of how he looks? But who can change their look when they are born with it? Just to please the public eye? Or just to be in relationships? Won't be worth it. Living our life to the fullest would be more worthwhile than pleasing someone, satisfying them and not yourself. Someday he feels sad, he feels happy like how human emotion works. A deep part of his heart aches a little when he sees other people happy, with their partner, laughing happily like nothing to worry about, meanwhile, he living a life with no interesting plot. He always tells himself that he doesn't need it, he has to remember what his past looks like if he ever does, it's hurt but it's even more hurt when you crave something you can't have, isn't it? One fine evening, he checked his fridge and it was empty, the boy decided to go buy some groceries and come back. On the way back home, he happened to pass by the Han River fridge and thought it'd be nice to sit and relax there for a bit. He looked around and saw someone sitting alone on a bench, he went to take a sit next to him. "Hey, can I sit here?" Ni-ki asked with, a silent response. However, when he took a closer look he saw this boy was crying when his cap covered his face. Without further more, he began to rub your back and comfort you silently without speaking a word. After some words with him, he wanted to adopt you right away. "why don't we try this out together, our story is quite the opposite but our hearts are mutual, I don't know and I don't care who you are, feeling is feeling!" He announced, hoping you would agree to him, it might sound weird but you also wanted to" you reply with your stained tears "Let's fight together!"

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gasolinerainbowpuddles · 1 year ago

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Pedro memes pt 6

previously, on "Puddles has a problem": ✨part 1✨ ✨part 2✨ ✨part 3✨ ✨part 4✨ ✨part 5✨

I got some requests for more fic reaction type memes, so those are down there somewhere :)

ca-cawww ca-caawwwwwwwww

yah he has two mouths and two noses. so what? it was a creative choice that i will stand by.

Pedro-chu, I choose YOU!

shocked Pedro-chu

float like a buttahfly

Have you ever had a dream that you, um, you had, your, you- you could, you’ll do, you- you wants, you, you could do so, you- you’ll do, you could- you, you want, you want them to do you so much you could do anything?

me after I read @netherfeildren's I Urge You: Bite Me

sneaky sneaky wood go creaky // aight imma head out

you're gonna hear my feedback whether u like it or not (said w love). [[AHEM]] this one's for you: @cavillscurls @frannyzooey @haylzcyon @hier--soir @tieronecrush @ezrasbirdie @pascalisbaby @pascalsbby

sad swirlz 4 sad gurlz

still sad but also in luv

dramamine all day, bb, it's a bumpy ride 'round these parts. @cool-iguana im raising anchor to your dom!Din. "I BRAKE FOR MERMAIDS" is for @psychedelic-ink. "I <3 MY SEAMAN" is for @walkintotheriveranddisappear hahaha

put some motion in my ocean cuz there's se(a)men in that ship. @thetriumphantpanda this is for you for many, many reasons. you, too, @jrrmint

there's 3 of these

no seriously

bc I'm obsessed any nobody can stop me not even myself

HO-HO-HOrny

nurse Pedro has such good bedside manner. sending @fuckyeahdindjarin all the love in the world

i'm fine. this is fine. I LOVE IT.

see?

THIS JUST IN! @chloeangelic this is your line cook!Joel influence

additional sidebar if you care abt the integrity of journalism. @iamskyereads all the extra words are in honor of Compulsion, featuring my fave verbose slut Ezra

y'all. I went back and counted, and in just under two weeks I've posted just under 100 (97 to be exact) original Pedro memes. what in the actual FUCK is wrong with me hahahahahaha.

I'm gonna focus a bit on my writing (yeah, I write fic, too lmaoooo) for a little bit before posting more memes. bc there's always more memes where I'm concerned. in the meantime, you can check out ✨✨✨ MY MASTERLIST ✨✨✨ if you want more from my beautiful goblin brain.

catch ya later, ♥Puddles♥

(mostly) tagging anybody who reblogged the last one:

@innerpersonunknown @talaok @atinylittlepain @hecatombix @thesummerpetrichor @atticrissfinch @joelscruff @your-slutty-gf @bonezone44 @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog @toxicanonymity @pedrit0-pascalit0 @pr0ximamidnight @zohaaan @chaotic-mystery @goodwithcheese @wannab-urs @sin-djarin @drewharrisonwriter @lucyeyelesbarrow @angiees-things @tbeep @tonys-fav-bitch @lovers-liability @pedroswife69 @pedropascalfan221 @lalosbxtch @bubblepopneurotic @vee-bees-blog @admirxation @daniegraceg @swiftispunk

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#a word from puddles #memes n tingz #pedro pascal memes #im back on my bullshit

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97keanu · 1 year ago

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"ᵒʰ ᵐᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ⁱ ᶜᵃⁿ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵒⁱˡ

ᶠᵃˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃᵈ

ˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉᵃ ʷᵃⁿᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵐᵉ

ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏⁿⁱᶠᵉ ʷᵃⁿᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ˢˡⁱᵗ ᵐᵉ

ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ʰᵉˡᵖ ᵐᵉ﹖

ⁱ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ⁱᵗˢ ᵒᵛᵉʳ

ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ⁱ ᶜˡⁱⁿᵍ

ⁱ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵉˡˢᵉ ⁱ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵍᵒ..."

Sandbox Love Never Dies

Dave Lizewski x Demonic!Reader (Jennifer's Body AU)

Premise: In this chapter, reader becomes the god she was always destined to be. She does something she shouldn't, and ends up on Dave's doorstep, the only place she has ever known to go to for help. Dave is completely horrified from the night events, but still cares for reader. Some cannon from JB divergence, maybe this way we can find a happy ending. Either way, the horror is starting to settle in with this chapter, please mind the tags and authors note!

Words: 4.5k

Read chapter one here // be added to the tag list for this fic here

Tags/CW: reader death(and rebirth), side character death implied but spared the gorey details, blood, gore, angst, drama, shared trauma, hurt/comfort, nurse Dave, bath scene, Dave helps reader bathe, Dave and reader end up in some pretty good fluff at the end.

Author's Note: this chapter was really interesting to write as the horror part of this au starts to become more prevelant, but if you are squimish to any of the above CW's the please be mindful when reading. As mentioned, there is a character death in this chapter, but I opted to skip an in depth scene of what happens, but if you've seen JB you should get what's going on. If any of that is confusing, let me know! This chapter is under the cut <3 P.S. this song really fits this chapter, so give it a listen ʚ♥︎ɞ

The sky looms, limitless, an endless expanse of stars over this world. A cruel world where girls too young are tied, roped, adjusted as such to the top of a natural stone used as a sacrificial table. The sky has a million eyes and they're all on you tonight, Snowflake Queen, as your heavy breathing remains still human just yet. The omnipresent dark that covers the earth nightly is just as restrained as you are, helpless to stop what will soon happen.

You can almost feel the same pit of darkness as the sky open up in your stomach, blood running out as stupid men play stupid games with ritualistic consequences. All you can do is scream, the sound falling on deaf ears of the woods that envelope the scene.

You find yourself as cold and limitless as the sky as your human body is ruined. The assailants laugh, crack jokes, and sing songs as their blood pumps to the idea of fame and fortune being theirs. As you go still, they figure the job is over, throwing away any evidence into Devil's Kettle, the rushing, hungry mouth of the waterfall that eats all it's given, never to return. They don't even bother to give you a second look as they leave. You can feel the chill of death take you, your breath leaving, leaving, leaving. Never to return as yours.

Then, you feel something else.

You feel something move inside your broken body, breathing life into your lungs that had just barely stopped its function. You can feel it, black, slimey, crawling down your throat and slipping into that pit of your stomach, but not filling it. No, it sits there like a creature, a parasite, that only adds to the emptiness, that begs as much hunger as the rushing waterfall, it growls with animalistic hunger, the sound rushing out of your mouth as you try to scream.

You aren't even sure what happened next, your eyes focused on all the little pinpricks of light in the sky that disappear if you look directly at them for too long. What you do remember is the crunching of bone as you escape your restraints, then the sound of it going back into place, your wounds closing, your body changing, a darkness filling your veins.

You're different, maybe even better, than before.

The next thing you come to realize is how your body finds itself breaking into a run, stumbling through the tree line and seeing the still smoldering Melody Lane Tavern. The fire seems vague and so far away to you now, like another life. The corpse of the building is still illuminated in red and blue, so you decide to walk away from there. As you do, on your path you see someone.

The shape in the dark is walking with hunched shoulders, holding itself, and shivering. You watch, curious. As you approach, the familiar face begins to connect in your fuzzy brain.

"Marty?" Your voice croaks out, still so tired from what's happened.

Marty turns to you, he's completely out of it, but upon seeing a familiar face looks weakly hopefully.

"You're alive…" You say to him, he can barely speak after what's happened tonight. As you look at him, and see the thin dribbles of blood fall from his head, that pit inside you opens up farther than before. You feel a low growl wanting to escape your lips. Something about that blood is making you so hungry it's taking over your already clouded mind.

"Does anyone know you're here, Marty?" You say, almost as a puppet, the hunger speaking for you. Marty can only shake his head, and you can almost feel the world go back for what happens next.

The only thing you remember later is flashes, you can't think about it too much, the humanity in you is still on the surface since the transformation. No, you don't want to talk about what you did to Marty.

You do, however, know that the only thing you feel after is euphoric. You are coated with the blood of this endless nightmare, stumbling about the dark, wet blacktop roads. You barely register the headlights aimed for you, and you know that even if you were struck by a car, you're invincible right now. You drank the blood, and now you're a god.

✧

Dave can't stop shaking. He feels like his stomach might cave in, and he can hardly believe any of tonight happened. He can still see you, dazed, glassy eyed and being pulled into those fuckers van. His muscles tighten just thinking about it, and he feels like he throw a punch for one of the first times in his life.

He's so worried about you, he has no idea what to even do, but he knows something is wrong. As he and Katie were caught in the hectic aftermath of the fire, the police just starting to show up, he felt something that made him double over in the grass. It was as if his stomach had been slit, he could feel it so vividly, practically sense your pain as much as you felt it. All he could do was writhe in the grass, begging Katie to help him, and not let anyone want to try to keep him here longer. No, he didn't need medical attention, he just needed to get home. He needed somewhere he could be safe, somewhere he could maybe try to think of saving you.

Katie, despite how little she's known Dave, actually came through, and helped Dave get to his feet. Despite the pain, they made it to Dave's car without anyone trying to stop them. Katie was happy to help Dave, but she was terrified for Erika, who hasn't been spotted yet. Because of this, while she has positioned Dave in the driver's seat, she tells him she has to stay, look for Erika. Dave understands, and they share a look.

Dave knows all too well how she's feeling right now. That's exactly how he feels about you. He gives her a nod, as if to say 'go to her', and after Katie leaves, Dave takes his own advice.

He starts the car and begins to drive, his head feeling still filled with the smoke from the fire, smoggy and clouded from the night's trauma. He feels so strange, physically. He had felt the immense pain, but now all he feels is numb. His whole body is cold, and that scares him more than the pain. You have to be alive to feel pain, this numbness…"god…please don't let it mean that…".

Dave lets himself drive in almost dazed state, the small town is quiet at this time of night, and no one has been seen on the road since he got away from Melody Lane's chaos. In fact, it's so eerily desolate. The cold, wet night glistening off the road. Dave takes his eyes off the road for a moment, to turn on the heat in the car, the shivering cold and numbness reaching a breaking point inside him, it's so strong.

When he looks back at the road, he practically screams, the terror rising and catching in his throat, he hits the brakes as hard as possible. His headlights flood a figure with a brightness that blocks out half their shape. But what he catches before the person runs, impossibly fast, makes his spit run thin. That puffy white jacket, those piercing eyes, all that blood….

Dave can barely shake himself free of what he's seen, but now he's sitting here, all alone, that numbing feeling drifting away. It's all he can do, so he finishes his drive home.

When he returns home, he can barely move his body, the pain of tonight already setting in as the adrenaline cools and thickens inside him. Dave is just so tired. He weakly goes inside, his dad is likely well asleep, maybe a bottle in. Despite feeling like tonight's events should be 'wake your parent up out of a drunken stupor' worthy, Dave trudges up the stairs to his attic room. As he opens the door, the intense numbing feeling brushes past him once again, and he braces himself.

Inside, you sit on his floor, bloody and clothes torn, completely dazed.

Dave cannot describe how it feels to see you, he is shocked, but the relief of having you here, with him, not with those horrible men, washes over him so intensely that his knees almost give out.

"Oh my god…" Dave doesn't even feel like he's saying it, but the words fall from his mouth. He rushes to your side, falling next to you, and gripping your arms through your jacket. "You're alive…I thought…"

You're still so dazed, but your eyes slowly drag over to Dave. Your mouth is crusted with blood that's not yours, god, if Dave knew from whom it came from he would never forgive you. Besides that, you can hardly understand what compelled you, in this new form, to come here. Old habits die hard, you suppose. You also have a feeling that absolutely terrifies you when Dave comes so close.

As much as you felt something similar when you saw Marty, this is different. You feel as if the hunger inside you isn't an overwhelming coldness, no it's not the need to fill that numb spot within you. It's different. A blazing fire. It builds, your stomach set ablaze and filled with a want and a yearning that is so strong. You eye Dave with a hunger that goes well beyond the need to eat, no, this isn't sustenance, it's a want for him, all of him.

You can just imagine, pulling him up from the floor, dragging him to his bed, and your weight and power on top of him. You can just imagine his innocent eyes as you can't decide whether to fuck him or sink your teeth into him. Just the thought of sliding his cock into you while you do both, tasting him, his neck in your mouth, the submission as he allows you to take him, all of him…

Dave has to reach up and gently grab your chin, focusing your attention on him. You didn't even realize a low growl had started forming, deep within your chest as you thought about consuming Dave. You also notice he had been talking while you imagined this, and feel a mixture of disgust and lust.

"What happened…?" Is all he can say at this point, you seem completely broken, and he can sense that your energy is different even if he doesn't acknowledge that he does. You don't respond, for a long moment, your thoughts a haze of trying to ignore the budding hunger inside of you, and remembering how to be, well, human. Even if you couldn't articulate it now, you knew you were not like Dave anymore, not at all. You aren't really sure what you are, or everything it entails, but you know for sure if you don't keep your hunger in check…you don't even want to think about what could happen, the guilt from your still fresh humanity filling your veins with a chill.

"Dave…can you…can you please just help me up…" You start, your voice is dry and tired. Dave doesn't even question, he simply stands and holds out his hands, those large hands you've dreamed about touching you. You realize how cold your hands are to his nice, warm, human hands. He swiftly pulls you up, and you wobble, his hands there to steady you at the waist.

You're so close when you look up at him. He wasn't always this tall, you remember when you were kids, and you used to tease him about how he was shorter than you. You're almost certain that it was around the time he gained an inch, that one defining inch, above you, that's about when you started to fall in love with him. It wasn't so much that his being taller did something to you to change your feelings on him, no, it was more of the fact that after that, you guys slowly became more than just schoolyard mates. Even if you would never admit those feelings that fluttered at the worst times. Right now, is one of them. If you could blush, you would be right now, Dave's big blue eyes look at you with concern and worry. Of course, Nurse Dave as always, here to patch up your bloody knees just like when you were kids.

Right now, it's a bit more than a scrap on the knee. Dave doesn't know if he should even be keeping you here, if all that blood is yours, well, he should take you to the hospital, right? You seem so pale, so fragile as he slowly takes over the situation, no longer time for questioning any of this.

"Here, let's go to the bathroom…" He says softly, guiding you to his en suite. It's small, dimly lit by a yellowing bulb, and messy in a way that teenage boys always seem to make. He gently picks you up, and for a moment, you're surprised at how strong Dave is. You don't remember when he got to be so strong. He sets you on the sink counter, which has ample room for you, and begins by taking your puffy, once white, jacket off.

"What are you…?" You start, still out of it.

"You just…" Dave seems embarrassed for a moment as he continues to undress you, but his eyebrows pull together, determined for your own safety. "I need to see what happened, you're bleeding so much…"

Dave's hands begin to shake as he notices underneath your jacket there is a large hole in your shirt. He has to steady himself, he has no idea how bad the wound is, and as he keeps looking at the shirt he notices more and more holes, the blood making it so hard to see what exactly is going on.

"Did…oh my god…did you get stabbed?" Dave has to take his glasses off for a moment just to make sure he's seeing this all correctly. There's no way you could even be standing, let alone at his door if these truly are stab wounds. He reaches out gingerly, his fingers barely tracing a hole that goes directly over your heart, and pulls his hand back in fear of that hole leading to a wound in your body. You don't respond to his question, way too tired and focused on fighting your own hunger to be talking much right now.

"Okay, we need this off…" Dave says quickly, any embarrassment for seeing you in your bra overtaken by how scared he is about what he will see on your body. He gently, but effectively takes your shirt off, a lacy white bra underneath, soaked in blood. Dave looks you over, the blood is slick on your body, starting to turn darker shades of red and brown now as it begins to dry, but what he realizes is that as his fingers explore your body all he feels is softness. His fingers even trace to that spot, right over your heart, moving away blood that slicks his fingers, and all he finds is smooth, soft skin underneath. No wounds.

"This…this isn't your blood?" He almost scoffs the words out, in disbelief. By the looks of you when you came in he thought…well, he doesn't really even know what he thought, but he was sure you were in much worse shape. You catch his eyes when he asks, and shake your head wearily. Dave lets out a sigh of relief that expels so much stress he can barely breathe in again when he's done.

"Holy shit…God…you had me so worried there…" He could almost scream, but instead he does something neither of you expected. His strong arms grab you, pulling you close, almost off the counter, and into his chest. He puts his head right against your tangled, blood soaked hair, and he is glad you can't see him right now. Dave sees a glance of himself in the mirror, the tears forming and slowly dripping down his cheeks. He just can't believe you're here, you're okay, and that he can keep you safe now.

"I'm so lucky…" He whispers, not necessarily to you, or himself.

Lucky. You could almost laugh if you weren't losing more and more energy as you feel yourself sinking into Dave's arms. Nothing about tonight had been lucky. In fact, you almost wonder if this is some sort of sick joke being played on you, and if you could just close your eyes, fall asleep, when you woke it would all be over.

When Dave finally pulls away, to get a better look at you once more, you let out a small noise of discontent from losing his warm embrace.

"We should probably get you cleaned up." he says, looking you over, assessing what's needed. "Do you think you can do it yourself…?"

Before he's even finished asking the question you're shaking your head. Dave can't help a blush rise to his cheeks as he thinks about how he will have to undress you completely to really help you get clean. He then nervously moves his hand to push his glasses back up, before noticing them sitting on the counter next to, and laughs uncomfortably.

"Well, we'll have to get these c-clothes," he starts sputtering out a bit, he isn't usually so nervous around you, you're, well his best friend in the whole world. And if it wasn't for the gender difference this wouldn't be such a big deal. Dave lets out a shaky breath, then continues, more determined to complete the task at hand so that you can feel better. "Yes, as long as you're okay with it, I'll have to undress you to help you bathe."

He settles on that, hoping he's not being weird and that the end justifies the mean here. You look up at him, and muster the energy to speak, to calm his nerves.

"I need your help Dave, I don't care if you see me naked…" You say weakly, and it's true. If it wasn't for the fact that you were feeling as if your energy was fading faster and faster, you may have very well been worried about Dave seeing you naked. But right now? No, you couldn't care even if you tried after the night had. You think Dave senses that and feels the same way. He's just as tired as you, by the look in his eyes.

Dave doesn't say much more, besides an occasional instruction for helping to get your clothes off. He helps you wiggle out of tight skinny jeans, the task made harder by the blood soaked spots that want to stick to your skin. After that, it's only your bra and panties left. Dave can't help but notice how much of your body is being exposed to him for the first time. It's just how he imagined it, if not even better, and he has to remind himself that this wasn't how this should have gone, and now is not the time for a wandering mind. You tell him you have your underwear covered as far as taking it off, and ask if he can start the bath.

He nods, says 'of course!' As if he had made some mistake when his hand reached up for the waistband of your matching panties. He turns to the bathtub before he embarrasses himself more, and you slowly, muscles tired and sore, hop off the counter and begin taking off your bra. When you're finally fully undressed, you ask Dave if he can close his eyes as you hop in the tub.

"Oh, sure, here." He holds out his arm for you to steady yourself as you get in. You utilize this, and as you sink into the half full tub you feel a sense of ease hit you. Dave has it at the perfect temperature, the heat of the bath making you miss his warm arms once more. You let Dave know when he can open his eyes, even though you're sure he can see a full view of your ample chest, it somehow feels better that half of you is protected by the bubbles Dave also added to the bath.

Dave can feel how deeply red his cheeks are as he watches your breasts rise and fall in the water, and when the water begins to turn a rusty color, Dave straightens his mind out. He kneels down next to the tub, his knees on the bathmat. You slide closer as he grabs a washcloth and begins dipping it in the warm water. Neither of you speak as he begins with your face, the softness of the cloth and the warmth of the water easing your tensions while taking off blood and make up. Dave has actually helped you take your makeup off for the night before so he starts with this, feeling most confident in his abilities.

Eventually he finishes your face, and you open your eyes to see him deciding where to start next. He starts on your neck, it's the next thing down that has blood crusted on it, so might as well, right? He cleans gently, making sure that he's not hurting you, going slowly. When you're certain your neck is done, and he's just avoiding going lower, you look up at him, meeting his eyes with a new boldness that has emerged from your transformation. You take his hand gently and lead it to your breast, keeping your eyes locked as you allow him to feel your soft, plump skin there. His eyes look so nervous, something about how much he wants to touch in this way being so clear on his face, yet he rejects it, as to be gentlemanly, or a good friend perhaps, turns you on way more than any of the other boys who have had access to your breasts.

He takes his time here, despite his nerves. Circling your breasts with the washcloth until your supple skin is all that's showing. He keeps his eyes mainly on yours, something about the connection between you two right now is more than just a horny teenager seeing his first pair of boobs. No, it's deeper than that. It's about the trust between you two, and how Dave is staying focused on your needs first and foremost. That isn't to say that how he is touching you now isn't making your already weak legs feel weaker, a quivering in your chest and between your legs building as Dave moves on to the other side, making sure to give the same attention there. You can feel yourself twitch as he brushes over your nipples, which are so hard and tight despite the warm water. They just barely float above the bubbles, and Dave makes sure you're all clean before moving on.

You thought the spell would be broken when he moves on to cleaning your back, but somehow, his hands moving in such a pleasurable massage, makes you want him even more. You completely relax as he cleans, you're sure that it's clean by now, but Dave continues to massage just to make you feel better. When he pauses, you feel his breath against your ear, his voice soft, full of something you've never heard from him before.

"Does that feel good?" He checks in, and you nod, giving a small, relaxed 'mhm…' along with it. You can't see it, but you're sure Dave is smiling, pleased to please you. He always has been that way. He can't help it when it comes to you.

He reaches for the shower head, glad that the bath is a two in one, and starts the water there. He checks the temperature again, making sure it won't be shocking, and he wets your hair. He still can't believe how much blood was on you, and you're unharmed. He begins to gently wash your hair, wondering where it came from. Perhaps he'll ask you in the morning when all this might make more sense. But right now, he works a lather into your hair, his hands like magic, moving so thoughtfully through your locks. You find yourself wishing that this had come on any other night. Why is it that you get to know the pleasure of Dave's hands on your body after all that's happened and not on both of your own terms. You are too tired and enjoying what Dave is doing to care right now. That's for another you to ponder sometime.

Dave finishes up your hair, and gives the wash cloth over to you, instructing you to finish up anything he couldn't reach. He informs you that he is going to get some new clothes for you, and to your surprise, his cool lips touch your forehead before he leaves. You gaze up at his form as he's already out the bathroom door, strutting quickly away to find some new clothes without leaving you too long. You finish washing while he's gone, and stand up wearily out of the tub, grabbing a nearby towel to dry off.

You're all wrapped up in a white towel of his, the tub filled with dirty water, slowly taking it, fand the night that caused it, down the drain. Dave comes back in, surprised you're out, but glad you didn't slip while doing so.

"I got you an old band shirt of mine, and a pair of my shorts." You smile, taking the shirt and shorts.

"I love this shirt…" You say, slowly pulling over your head, the towel still shielding you.

"I know…" Dave says softly as your head pops out of the shirt, your wet hair leaving droplets on the shoulders. You smile and Dave glances away as you slip his shorts on, fitting you nicely enough for the night. You discard the towel and follow Dave towards his bed.

"Here…" He says, pulling back the covers so you can get in. You do, gladly. Dave slips in behind you, and he immediately puts his arms around your waist, too nervous of you escaping him again. You notice the hunger from earlier is duller, calmed for now. Somehow, Dave's attention to you has helped, and you find as Dave snuggles against your shoulder, your breath slowing. The terrors of tonight are ringing around your ears still, but it's no match for how tired your body is. You drift into a deep sleep, wrapped by Dave Lizewski's arms, something you never thought would happen this way.

Some thing's really must be fate.

#dave lizewski x popular!reader #dave lizewski fanfic #dave lizewski x reader #dave lizewski #aaron taylor johnson x reader #aaron taylor johnson #my writing #kick ass x jennifers body crossover #kick ass fanfic #jennifers body au

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urmooniee · 1 year ago

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I ♥ YOU - RAFE CAMERON

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PAIRING: fem! x rafe cameron

wc: 1044

tw: CUTENESS!!

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Y/N was cosily snuggled in her warm bed, covered in soft blankets. The soft glow of fairy lights adorned her room, casting a warm and inviting ambience. She held a steaming cup of hot chocolate in her hands, the rich aroma filling the air as she took a sip. Outside, the world was painted in a pristine white, snowflakes gently descending from the dark winter sky.

As Y/N enjoyed her movie, her peaceful evening was suddenly interrupted by a muffled thud against her window. Startled, she turned her attention to the glass pane. Another thud followed, louder this time. Her heart raced, and she cautiously made her way to the window to investigate.

Peering out, she was taken aback when she saw Rafe standing there, a mischievous grin on his face, holding a perfectly round snowball. Y/N opened the window and shivered as a gust of cold air swept into the room.

She looked at Rafe with a mixture of surprise and curiosity, "What are you doing here?"

Rafe's eyes sparkled with amusement in the frosty night.

"I couldn't resist," he chuckled. "I thought we could have a little winter fun. Snowball fight, maybe?"

Y/N couldn't help but smile, despite the surprise and the chill in the air. Rafe always had a way of bringing excitement into her life.

"A snowball fight, huh? Well, you're on!" She quickly retreated into her room to put on some warmer clothes, determined to match Rafe's playful spirit.

"Alright, Mr. Sneaky Snowball Attacker, let the games begin!" With that, she gathered some snow and fashioned a snowball, ready to defend herself and retaliate in this impromptu battle.

Rafe's eyes gleamed with enthusiasm as the snowball fight commenced. Laughter filled the wintry night air as they exchanged snowballs, creating a beautiful memory that they would treasure for years to come. Rafe and Y/N decided to make the most of the snowy night.

Amid their spirited snowball fight, Rafe was determined to land the perfect shot. He gathered a snowball, carefully shaping it into a compact sphere. With a mischievous grin, he took careful aim at Y/N, crouched behind a snowbank, preparing her ammunition.

But as he released the snowball, his aim went slightly awry. Instead of a direct hit on Y/N's snowy fortress, the snowball veered off course and, with a sudden gust of wind, smacked Y/N right in the face.

Y/N blinked in surprise, her face dusted with snow. Rafe's grin turned into a sheepish smile, and he rushed over to her, exclaiming, "Oops, that wasn't supposed to happen! Are you okay?"

Y/N wiped the snow from her face with a grin. "Oh, you're on," she declared, her eyes gleaming with determination. She swiftly gathered a handful of snow and, with a playful vengeance, started pelting Rafe with snowballs.

Rafe, not one to back down, retaliated with a barrage of snowballs. The chase was on. They darted through the snowy landscape, laughter filling the air as they pursued each other.

As they weaved and dodged, Y/N's foot slipped on a patch of ice, and she found herself teetering on the brink of a fall. Desperately, she grabbed onto Rafe's jacket, and they tumbled together into the snow, a jumble of limbs and laughter.

Rafe ended up on top of Y/N, their faces close, and their laughter subsided into a shared, affectionate gaze. With a tender smile, he leaned in for a kiss, and Y/N met him halfway. Their lips met in the midst of the snowy landscape, sealing their playful romp with a sweet moment of connection and warmth

After the snowball fight, they decided to create a snowman. They rolled three snowballs of varying sizes, stacking them to form a jolly snowman with a carrot nose and a crooked smile. It was far from perfect, but it was their snowman, and it made them both laugh.

With their snowman proudly standing guard. Hand in hand, they lay down side by side, moving their arms and legs to create beautiful snow angels in the crisp snow. The pristine white canvas was now adorned with their playful imprints.

With a mischievous grin and a heart full of love, Y/N bent down and delicately wrote a message in the pristine snow beneath her feet. She wrote the words, "I love you, Rafe," with great care.

Turning to Rafe, she nudged him gently, her eyes sparkling. "Look, Rafe," she said, pointing to the message she had written in the snow.

Rafe's eyes locked onto the message, and his heart swelled with affection. He was momentarily speechless, deeply touched by this simple yet profound declaration of love. The moonlight illuminated the message, making it shimmer like a secret shared only between them.

Rafe turned to Y/N, his eyes filled with warmth and emotion. He took her hands in his and said, "Y/N, I love you more than words can express."

As they lay side by side in the snow, their breath visible in the cold air, Rafe turned to Y/N, and with a tender smile, he leaned in for a gentle kiss.

Rafe raised his hands in surrender. "Alright, you win this round," he admitted, a good-natured grin on his face.

Y/N smiled triumphantly and playfully patted some snow off her jacket. "It's all in good fun, right?" She walked closer to the door, the cold now more noticeable. "You should come inside before you freeze out here."

Rafe nodded, brushing snow off his clothes, hand in hand, they returned to the cosy comfort of y/n's house, entering through the front door. The warm and inviting atmosphere of her room welcomed them, with the soft glow of fairy lights casting a gentle radiance over her room.

They both settled by her bedside, where the movie continued to play, but the real magic of the night was the warmth they felt in each other's company.

The two of them, now nestled together in the comfort of Y/N's room, shared stories and laughter, relishing the warmth and cosiness of the moment. They watched the Christmas movie together, the characters on the screen mirroring their happiness.

As the movie neared its end, Y/N turned to Rafe and smiled. "Thank you Rafe, this has been such a wonderful night," she whispered, her eyes sparkling affectionately.

Rafe nodded, his gaze locked on her. "It truly has been."

Their eyes met, and in that silent, intimate moment, they both leaned in for another kiss.

au/ ive been caught! yup im a hopeless romantic and I actually dislike the snow, but such things make me so happy, one day hopefully that will be me:).

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ice-creamforbreakfast · 6 months ago

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List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to 10 simblrs whose sims you adore ♥♥♥

Thank you so much for the tag 💜! I choose my Crumplebottom Chaos version of Agnes!

Agnes dearly misses her beloved pet bird, Edie Britt, who was eaten by a game glitch...twice. The second time sealed her fate.

She has more artifacts from other countries than the British museum. The Crumplebottom-Frio's are still living off of her last holiday.

Agnes did not in fact deliberately murder Erik. She did however spill sunscreen on the deck of the boat, causing him to slip and fall overboard before she had a chance to clean it up.

She wants a big family. She may take one more holiday to fund the required extension of her mansion if she has one more child.

Agnes once knocked out a mugger with her handbag. Her secret? It was weighed down by her favourite book, Special Snowflake; a book title that aged like milk. The mugger may have been Claire Ursine in a balaclava.

#the sims 3 #ts3 #agnes crumplebottom #crumplebottom chaos save

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nohumaen · 2 days ago

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here's a smol inbox call! like this and specify muses you'd like in your inbox ( optional tho, i can use the good ol' roulette ) and i'll send you some memes you recently reblogged~

#❴♥❵ out of snowflakes.

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changbinsboiledegg · 1 year ago

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can i request some fluff for skz pls

it recently started snowing where i live and while i was enjoying my peaceful morning i was rudely interrupted by a big ass snowball being launched at me by my parents other child so you best of believe i started launching them bitches back 😋

so can i request reader and skz having a snowball fight ?

LMAO this made me laugh so hard, I'm sorry 😭😭 'my parents other child' I'm dead LMAOOOOO but of course you can request! I loved writing this and I apologize for being late! (if I am?)

GN! Reader X SKZ (OT8)

Note: No warnings. Just fluff and snow. I love snow. lol. I had fun with this request lol I really hope you like it! I tried to include each member for an even amount but I'm also pretty bad at that. Regardless, enjoy & if no one told you today, ily! 🫶

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“Snow is so pretty.” You commented as the snowflakes landed on the blankets of snow outside. “When they aren’t being muddied, that is.”

“I agree.” Felix grinned, holding out his gloved hands to catch some of the snowflakes.

You did the same, copying him right as a startled yelp interrupted the quiet.

You and Felix looked at Jisung, who had snow on his jacket and a mischievous Minho standing nearby.

Chan helped Jisung wipe the snow off but Jisung had other plans and scooped up some snow into his palm and launched it back.

Chan raised his eyebrows, chuckling before snow hit him square on chest.

“Got you!” Seungmin grinned, ducking back behind cover. Felix nudged you, “wanna join them?”

Before you could answer, a snowball almost hit you. Almost.

You made eye contact with the one who launched it. Jisung.

He quickly scooped up another one, his head in the game, but you were quicker and intercepted his next launch by throwing one back.

“Ha! That’s what you get!” You boasted but then one actually hit you.

“Sorry.” Felix ran to cover, laughing. You scooped another ball of snow and tossed it at Jisung again before you decided to target Felix for his betrayal.

“Careful where you’re running!” Chan called out, launching a snowball towards Felix, actually landing. You felt satisfaction knowing he was hit.

But you wanted to be the one to do it.

Changbin watched the fight go on from the sidelines from Chan trying to ensure a safe game, Minho, Seungmin and Jisung being the most competitive, Hyunjin and Felix running and ducking behind something, and Jeongin who waited for the perfect opportunity to get someone stealthily.

You scooped a snowball into your hands, looking at Changbin.

“Are you playing?” You asked, noticing he was just watching. Changbin nodded, “I’m the refree.”

You launched the snowball at him, taking him by surprise.

“Hey!” Changbin laughed, still surprised as he scooped a snowball up and throwing it back at you.

But you knew the game, you know his motives. So you dodged it. Changbin was hit by another snowball— this time, courtesy of Seungmin.

Changbin’s focus was on Seungmin now, though you were still a target. Eventually.

“Come here!” Changbin yelled, launching a snowball back towards Seungmin. He was hit by another snowball, snapping his head towards Jeongin, slinking back behind his cover.

Chan managed to get Seungmin with a snowball but was immediately hit by one launched by you.

“Don’t hate the player.” You smirked, seeing Hyunjin standing off to the side with Felix, seeing they weren’t being actively targeted.

You quickly scooped up two snowballs at the ready and launched them one after the other towards the two.

Hyunjin shivered, startled when he saw you directly targeting them. Felix on the other hand grinned, not caring that he was hit, only caring about the fun they were all having.

Jisung launched one towards you at the same time Jeongin did and you felt two snowballs pelting your back and arm.

“Sweet!” Jisung celebrated, jumping in the air before being hit by Hyunjin, who just threw a snowball in a random direction.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m just the first person you’ve hit this entire time.” You shook your head, scooping up another. Jisung chuckled, picking up another.

“Not true. I got… uh…” he looked around, but was hit again, also by Hyunjin.

“Jeongin!” You called out, knowing he had gotten you too.

Jeongin laughed, momentarily giving away his hiding spot but when you went around to get him, he wasn’t there anymore and another snowball came barreling towards you.

And for the rest of the afternoon, it was you and your eight friends launching snowballs at each other relentlessly.

#stray kids x reader #skz x reader #stray kids fluff #skz fluff #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids reactions #skz reactions #skz scenarios

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copias-girl · 2 years ago

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You, Your Mother, the Cardinal, and the Christmas Lights

Cardinal Copia x reader

In which you’re dealing with your toxic mother and although Cardinal Copia isn’t riding right behind you on a pale white horse, he’s still always there for you <3

This is the song that plays when the happy part of the story starts!

•♥︎♥︎♥︎•

You sighed deeply as you strolled around the large Christmas lights display in the park. It was only a few days before Christmas; and lots of people milled about, chatting, laughing, taking pictures, and admiring all the twinkling lights. The whole park was covered in lights and decorations, every tree lit up in pretty colours. It was cold, cold enough to see your breath every time you exhaled; and fluffy snowflakes were falling lightly, adding to the magic of everything.

But it wasn’t magical for you, in fact it was far from it. Because you were with your mother, and she just wouldn’t stop berating you. This was what she did, she constantly took all of her frustrations out on you. And although you knew this, although you told yourself over and over again that it wasn’t your fault, it still hurt like hell. It wore you down, boring a hole into you where your heart should be. It made your head spin, your jaw clench, feeling like nothing more than a sad puddle on the ground.

You looked around at all the people in the park, big smiles on their faces as they enjoyed spending time with one another. Why weren’t you allowed the same privilege of just being happy?

You tried to zone out and focus your thoughts on Copia- he was your boyfriend of sorts. You had really fallen for each other since you started volunteering at his church, but you hadn’t officially declared yourselves as dating yet. Copia was the Cardinal at that huge Satanic ministry on the hill that loomed over your town. He was 50, which was way older than you. A whole lifetime older than you. You didn’t expect your mother to be very happy about you dating someone who was easily old enough to be your dad, let alone some Satanic clergyman, so you both decided to keep it unofficial for now. All this time, your mother never knew you were riding your bike up to the ministry to visit your dear Cardinal. It was only a matter of time before you joined his church, and then you could be together all the time.

You desperately wished he was here now to save you, to whisk you away and work his magic on your tense nerves and broken heart. You had invited him to be your date to look at the lights, but he had apologetically declined because he needed to finish a big stack of Latin translations and paperwork. And besides, Christmas wasn’t really his thing.

“See all these people here? They’re all with their family and friends and you’re not. You’re all alone in the world because nobody likes you! You’re worthless! And now I’m stuck with you because you have no one else.” Your mother droned on and on and on. You let out a tired groan, wishing you had at least brought earmuffs to take the edge of her grating voice. Your eyes were empty, void of all emotion as you silently took the abuse. If you talked back, it would only make things worse.

Tears threatened to spill onto your cold cheeks, feeling lonelier than ever. The winter iciness was also starting to get to you, as you didn’t even have a hot drink to fight off the chill.

Wait- is that? No, no, it couldn’t be. Your mind is probably just playing tricks on you.

But then a few people moved and you spotted him in the crowd. Were you daydreaming too hard, were you imagining things? You blinked a few times, wiping the tears from your eyes to see more clearly. Sure enough, he was really there. Your sweet Cardinal, looking absolutely dashing in his tight black suit and a warmer dress coat on top, with a long scarf bundled around his neck that somehow added an irresistible pitifulness to his look. Fuck, he was so adorable. The man was completely and utterly out of his element, but that only caused your heart to swell for him more. He looked all around for you, gloved hands clasped meekly in from of himself, awkwardly apologizing as he nearly bumped into a few people. You grinned even wider when you noticed he was holding his cane, the one with the serpent head handle.

“It’s never a moment’s peace with you! Because who else do you have besides me? No one!” Your mother scowled.

“That’s not true.” You finally spoke up, a big smile finding its way onto your face as you stared at the love of your life.

“What do you mean? Who else wants to be around you??” She scoffed bitterly.

“My boyfriend.” You replied, butterflies fluttering in your stomach just from finally saying it out loud.

“What do you mean?! You don’t have a-“

Without another word, you ran up to Copia, weaving through groups of people. “Cardinal!” You shouted, getting his attention.

He grinned brightly upon seeing you rushing up to him, pleasantly surprised when you practically tackled him into a tight hug and pulled him in for a kiss right there in front of all those people.

The Cardinal kissed you back with absolute fervour, his lips warm against your cold ones, although you felt warmer already from just being in his arms.

Some groups of people watched and gawked, wondering why such a pretty young thing like you would be in a passionate lip lock with such an older man. But you couldn’t care less, you wanted everyone to witness the feelings you had for your Cardinal. You wanted to scream it from the rooftops.

Copia brushed some snow off your hair as you did the same for him, pulling away slightly to take each other in. Your noses, cheeks, and lips were flushed from the chilly weather, and you both silently admired the way each other looked like this. Your eyes glittered with crystalline tears, joyful ones now that your love was here.

“Cardinal how did you… how did you know where I was? This park is huge.” You asked, cupping his cold face in your hands.

“I just walked around looking for the most beautiful girl here. And now I’ve got her, si?” He replied, a charming smile on his devastatingly handsome face as he pinched your cheek playfully. He then brought you in for another kiss, the whole world falling away as your lips met, causing your heart to thrum loudly in your chest.

“Come, Dolcezza, you are cold. Mi fratelli are here as well, and we have a nice hot chocolate for you, si?” The man smiled, putting a hand on the small of your back and leading you away. You took one last glance at your confused mother, before nuzzling into the Cardinal’s side and strolling away with him.

Soon, you began giggling as you heard the sound of Terzo’s voice.

“Don’t you know how to take a selfie, old man?! It’s what all the giovanetti are doing nowadays!” Terzo’s voice rung out among the crowd.

“Pff, ‘old man’… You’re only two months younger than me, coglione! Plus, I’m the one holding all the goddamn cioccolati caldi!” Secondo barked back at his brother.

You spotted them just in time to catch Primo rolling his eyes and taking a sip of his own hot chocolate.

“Ciao, tutti!” You called out, and immediately you were surrounded by the Papas as they pushed Copia aside to hug you.

“Oh! Ciao, Tesoro mio!” Terzo flashed you with that charming smile, pulling you into his arms and smothering you with multiple kisses on your cheeks under the guise of ‘trying to warm you up.’ You giggled at him fawning all over you, looking cute while he wore a warm winter coat, fuzzy earmuffs, a scarf, and his regular white gloves. “Poveretta, tu sei così fredda!” He exclaimed, taking his scarf off and looping it around your neck far too many times until you had to pull it away from covering your mouth.

Secondo was wearing his parka, the one he sometimes wore while playing Uno, and he shoved his brother aside, handing the hot chocolates he was holding to Terzo. His typical scowl softened when he looked at you, and he pulled you into a warm hug and pressed a kiss your forehead.

And finally Primo, who was looking sharp in a tailored wool coat, black turtleneck, and plaid scarf. He hugged you gently and kissed your temple, making you smile endearingly at all the love these men so freely gave you. They were all in their paints, and everyone around you was staring in complete confusion, but it only amused you as you pulled them all closer to you.

“Here, amore, bevi questo!” Terzo cheerfully handed you a hot chocolate and one for Copia.

“Thank you… All of you. You always make me feel so special.” You sighed, finally feeling warm and happy as you sipped the hot drink. They even got you extra marshmallows, just how you liked it.

“We love spending time with you, Dolcezza.”Copia smiled, putting an arm around your shoulders.

“Si, cara, it is always our pleasure to be with you.” Primo nodded.

“A pleasure indeed.” Your Cardinal whispered into your ear, kissing your neck and causing your cheeks to flush even more.

The five of you walked around the park, taking pictures together and making good memories that you would never forget, screaming in laughter as Terzo chased you through one of the light tunnels.

When you had all finished your hot chocolates, you tugged on Copia’s sleeve, catching his attention.

“Si, Topolina?”

“How about we go back to the ministry and warm up, hm?” You whispered into his ear.

He stopped walking then, letting his brothers go on a little ways without you.

“Oh, amore… There is nothing I would want more. I… I love you.” He sighed into you, pressing his pointy nose into your cheek, his moustache tickling the corner of your lips.

“I love you too.. Oh, Copia, I love you. I love you, I love you!” Your heart fluttered as you whispered those words over and over again, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing your sweet Cardinal over and over again, his beautifully odd eyes closing as a soft moan escaped him.

“Are you two coming?” Secondo called back, and the two of you looked over with grins on your faces.

“Not yet, but we will be soon..” Copia murmured to you with a wink, causing you to gasp at him with wide eyes before you giggled, strolling hand in gloved hand to join the three Papas and head back to the ministry.

And you couldn’t help but shake your head in disbelief. Who knew you’d be spending Christmas at the Church of Satan? But with the Papas, with your darling Cardinal, you truly felt that it was where you belonged.

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Happy holidays everyone! 🖤

Tagging: @sucharide @the-hole-in-terzos-shoe @rightintheghoulies @copiaswifey @youhaveahomeinmyheart @mister-girl @faeeeeh

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lindszeppelin · 2 years ago

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A Taste For Vulgarity

♥ Austin Butler x Fem!Reader

♥ A flirtatious twirl of a holiday treat from the mouth of your boyfriend while at work leaves you craving his touch, and also makes it worth his while.

♥ 5.4k words

♥ Warnings: a bit of christmas fluff, swearing, pining, SMUT; oral (f. and m. receiving), foodplay, verging on public sex if you squint

♥ THANK YOU to the amazing @plasticfantasticl0ver , @karamelcoveredolicity , @burninlovebutlerr and @powerofelvis for helping me with ideas for this story. Hope you all like it!

There's nothing quite like New York City in the splendor of Christmas. The year seems to all fade together in a blur when you reflect back, and now all of a sudden it's December. This gorgeous Monday afternoon lends itself to the most magical of dreamscapes. Fluffy white snowflakes flutter down from the sky, smearing across creaky windows and staining your flushed cheeks. Holiday wreaths wrapped in plush velvet bows litter the doors of the winding boroughs from Albany through to Queens. Every holiday season you're reminded of why you moved out here - you sat contented to be right in the thick of what felt like the most enchanting snow globe scenery. You could stare out into the vast white blanket of glistening snow for hours, but as far as you were concerned you had an even more magnificent vision that captivated your heart.

Your blonde haired beauty worked his fingers to the bone jumping from film project to film project, getting his hands on any scripts that would beguile him enough to say yes to taking on a role that suits his fancy. While you were always supportive of Austin's career, having him away from you for weeks or months on end leaves your heart heavy and your bed empty.

Thankfully Austin was finished with his latest biker film in Ohio, just in time to get back home to you and spend some much needed quality time with his best girl. But what you didn't know was that Austin was set to having his hosting debut on Saturday Night Live. To say he was nervous would be the understatement of the century, and to help quell his nerves he asked you to tag along with him to Studio 8H.

There were a few things the studio execs had to take care of first for housekeeping, primarily taking pictures of Austin that would be shown during commercial breaks and in-between skits. Getting his picture taken was something Austin was a master at, but still even in his gorgeous blue suit you could tell he was trembling under the expensive fabric.

You stood idly by, off to the side, trying to get out of the way of rushing staff whizzing by you with coffees and clipboards. And you watched Austin work his magic to the photographer. He kept you in his line of vision, always - never letting his girl out of his peripheral. Knowing you were there was enough to get him through the arduous day.

It was a fun holiday photoshoot, and they tried to get Austin to open up with a lot of different props. At one point you laughed under your breath when you saw Austin throw silver tinsel over his shoulder in dramatic fashion. To think your wallflower of a man was hosting Saturday Night Live in only a few days made you beam with pride.

So you watched, content to stand there as Austin slowly gets more relaxed in front of the camera. At some point, the head photographer brought out a bowl of candy canes. He gestured to the minty confection and let Austin decide for himself how he should use the prop in a creative way.

Austin's brow quirked playfully as he held a candy cane in his hand, the cogs moving in his brain of how he can best use this. It would be too easy to play it innocent. This was Saturday Night Live, it was the one time where being raunchy was not only accepted but practically required. So Austin settles on doing what he knows he does best - torturing you.

Why not make it a bit of harmless fun? He feels on top of the world as the man everyone wants to get their hands on. The shell he reverts into comfortably was cracking before your very eyes. And suddenly, the handsome blonde standing before you moves with newfound confidence.

Austin unwraps the plastic covering of the candy cane slowly, his deft fingers clinging to the film and pulling it down languidly. He wets his lips with his tongue, and with a sultry stare down the barrel of the lens he slips the end of the candy cane past his pouty lips.

The noises you made to yourself were practically obscene as you shifted in your spot, crossing your legs in an attempt to dispel the rushing of blood down below. But the bastard knew exactly what he was doing. Momentarily, his cerulean orbs glanced over to you squirming in your little corner with your legs tightly knit together. Austin knew his plan was working. His game of sexual control over you even in a room full of people was not lost on him. For a sensible gentleman he craved the thrill of depraved gratification.

He upped the ante. With his focus back on the camera he put that mouth of his to work and wrapped his plump lips around the candy cane, sucking away on the sweet treat.

"Fuck." You said faintly to yourself, hoping it was soft enough so no one around you could hear you curse. Your heart was beating wildly in your chest, and Austin glanced over subtly in your direction while he swirled his wet tongue around the candy cane.

Throbbing, wet, and aching. You were desperate for his mouth on you. How you longed to be that candy cane in his mouth right now. If only his tongue was swirling in the sweet nectar of your juices, making a mess of his face as you writhe in pleasure above him.

You were flustered now. As the cameras snapped a few pictures of these seemingly playful candy cane shots, you and Austin were engrossed in a silent battle of mutually assured destruction. As he stood on the set he could tell that you were blushing, not from the cold but from something more salacious. He watched with his eyes affixed to yours as he saw your voluptuous chest rise and fall sharply with labored breaths. The knowing thought that you were probably ruining the lace panties you were wearing all because of him and this candy cane set the blood rushing to his cock. But he had to control his urges. Not now, not here. Later.

The pull of your hand.

The lock of the door.

The groping of your soft, pliable body against his.

Somehow you and Austin managed to escape the crowd of staff without so much as a word as he takes your hand in his, taking massive strides and you trying to keep up with his pace as he throws you into his private dressing room and shuts the door, perhaps a little too rough.

You fall back onto the couch, losing your balance and letting gravity take you where it needs. Click. The metal lock on the doorknob seals your fate. Austin turns around, a fire burning in his eyes. His shoulders are squared off, and he stands up straight, determination written all over his face as he makes his way over to your heap of a body on the nice couch.

"You liked that little game I played out there, baby?" He asked with a knowing cocky smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

Oh, you certainly did. But why give him the satisfaction right away? Let the sexual tension brew a little deeper. Keep playing into this cat and mouse game you've found yourself in.

"I don't know what you mean, Austin." You say in an airy tone, playing dumb.

Austin scoffs. Rolling his eyes. "Now you wanna act all innocent, huh?" He says lowly. As he makes his way over to the side of the couch he reveals to you one of his hands from behind his back. And in it, was the minty confection that started it all. He raised his brows, holding up the half eaten candy cane. "This," He starts. Bringing the candy agonizingly slow up to his mouth., his tongue fell from his lips, and he purposefully made a loud slurping noise as he brought the candy cane into his mouth, sucking away on the treat. His crystalline orbs bore holes into your doe eyes, melting away your façade. You felt your wetness drip out from your needy core, soaking your already ruined panties further. A little whine slipped past your lips that you hope Austin didn't catch - but he did.

With a wet pop he released the candy cane from his teasing mouth and hummed in delight. He continued on, "Even with an entire room of people watching my every move, I can still manage to make you so needy for me. I could practically smell your arousal from the other side of the room." He purred huskily.

You trembled under his intense gaze as his eyes narrowed in on you, surveying the landscape of your body and watching as your legs slowly fell open naturally on their own accord, as if instinctually your pussy naturally calls out for him without even a second thought. Your body betrays your mind, but you allow it. You both know he's right.

Without so much as breathy moan reverberating in your throat and into Austin's ears, he smugly smirked. But now he was on the attack, no more messing around. Austin placed the candy cane back in his mouth, most of it hanging out of his mouth as he firmly hold onto it between his full lips as if it were a cigarette.

Austin makes his descent on the couch, his long body slithering over yours as he follows you. You scurry back to the other side of the couch, allowing him the room his long legs need to fit his entire lean frame over you. And he does. He slots his hard body into yours like two pieces of a puzzle. Your legs go to wrap around his waist, and his hands make their final destination on either side of your head as he holds all of his weight in his arms.

His face is mere inches away from yours, that god forsaken candy cane is so close that your tongue could reach out and lick the sweet treat while still in Austin's mouth. But he has other plans.

With a devilish twinkle in his eye, he takes one of his hands and takes the candy cane out of his mouth, a string of his saliva comes with it. Holding it with his thumb and index finger, he taunts you with it by dragging the end of it that was in his warm mouth along your lips. The peppermint tingles on your mouth, and somehow you just know to open your mouth just a little and wait for Austin to slip the confection inside.

Austin breathily chuckles. "I didn't even have to ask you to open your mouth, you just do it on your own accord. Such a good girl you are." He watches intently, chewing on his bottom lip as you eagerly accept the candy cane dripping with his saliva. You wrap your lips securely around the length of the candy cane, swirling your own tongue and collecting all of it's minty freshness in your mouth.

As Austin watched you suck on his leftovers, he ground his semi hardened cock constricted by his blue trousers against your sopping core. You whimpered around the candy cane feeling his shaft grind delicious friction against your pussy. Even through his slacks Austin could feel how wet you were for him. Your slick was coming out in droves, free to ooze out from your ruined panties. You were nervous to make a mess of him and have Austin walk around the studio with a giant wet spot directly over his crotch for the rest of the day, but he didn't care. In fact, he moaned and rolled his hips harder and slower against you, making sure you felt every single hard inch of his cock.

You rolled your eyes back and hummed in pleasure, your hands reached around and clung onto his strong shoulders trying to grasp ahold of him for purchase. Wet kisses trailed up the column of your neck from Austin as he left a sticky mess in his wake. He growled when he lavished that sweet sensitive spot where your ear meets your jaw, sticking his long tongue out and licking the erogenous zone tenderly. You swear you could feel your soul attempt to leave your body with how committed Austin is to your pleasure. Your back arched off the sofa as your nails dug a little deeper into the shoulder pads of Austin's suit jacket.

His hot breath pooled at the shell of your ear as he buried his face in your neck. "As much as I wanna hear those sexy little moans of yours that I love so much, you gotta promise to keep being my good girl and keep that pretty mouth shut. Don't want everybody hearing you come undone. That's for my ears only." He warned.

You furrowed your brows in frustration. That wasn't going to be an easy task. Even the slightest of movements from Austin has you babbling incoherent things and moaning for him like it's the one thing you were put on this Earth to do. But, you wanted to be good. So you nodded along with his command.

He smiled against your skin and kissed your cheek. "I know you can do it, baby. Just keep your mouth full of that candy cane for me."

Austin began to travel south down your body, leaving searing kisses and hot little whimpers on every ounce of flesh he could get his mouth on. You adjusted your body so your upper half was a little propped up with a couch cushion behind your back for support. Your eyes fluttered closed as Austin sank to his knees on the floor below you and hiked up the hem of your thick winter dress that hugged your body in a way that drives his crazy.

You shivered when the cold winter air hit your exposed legs and even moreso when the rising heat of your pussy was in direct contact with Austin's mouth. He spread your legs wide for him with his strong hand and licked his lips. With his nimble finger he looped around the waistband of your panties, yanking them down your legs before pocketing the stained fabric in his jacket pocket.

The evidence of your arousal was clear as day as it stared him in the face. He didn't have the brain capacity in this moment to come back with a remark on just how wet you were for him, all he could focus on was the task at hand. Your perfectly pink pussy blossomed open for him naturally, becoming him to sample the divine nectar inside.

And like the good girl you were, you kept sucking on the candy cane above him, moving it in and out of your mouth to keep yourself occupied from not moaning to the high heavens as you felt Austin press adoring kisses to your inner thighs, sticky with your slick.

Looking up at you with an almost boyish charm behind his eyes, he puckered his lips and blew his minty fresh breath directly on your already swollen bud. You shivered and choked back on a lusty groan, balling your unoccupied hand into a clenched fist to stop yourself from making any discernable noise. He was gonna make this the most sinfully torturous experience of your life, and you had to sit there and obey like his bestest girl should. And like hell he was gonna fucking enjoy this.

Austin's hands loomed large over your body, making permanent residence on your hips as he brings you down a little more to the sofa's edge to get the best position. His lips tweaked into an eager smile - and with one long, wet, calculated brush of his wet tongue gliding across your dripping folds he began his mission.

Already your head was thrown back in ecstasy, legs trembling as Austin's masterful tongue set to work on licking your pussy like it's the most succulent desert he's ever had. Your moans were muffled by the candy cane that was shrinking my the second. While your mouth was drowning in the peppermint swirls, Austin was drowning in your never ending supply of heavenly juices made just for him.

Up and down at a nice and steady pace, his mouth sloppily worked through every inch of your dripping folds, suckling up and happily swallowing your slick. His raspy, long drawn out groans were drowned out and you felt them vibrate right through to your throbbing bundle of nerves. The faint tingling of the minty confection lingered on his tongue and only added to the delightful sensations of him eating you out.

You unballed your fist and instead carded your fingers through Austin's golden mane of waves. You tried to arch your back off the couch and grind your pussy over Austin's mouth, but he was stronger than you. The grip on your hips tightened as he pushed you down further into the couch, making you helpless to his onslaught of heavy swipes of his tongue.

His mouth engulfed your entire cunt, and he greedily slurped up every drop of your wetness that came gushing out of you. He knew exactly how you liked it and at what pace to eat you out to make you cum in seconds, but he was purposefully taking his time. Afterall, he was the man of the hour. Austin knew the SNL crew would wait for him to finish up doing whatever it was he needed to do before continuing with the day. And if they were gonna wait 20 minutes or 1 hour before you came all over his face then so be it.

Your dainty fingers wrapped around Austin's tresses as he went down on you, bringing him further into your sticky cunt. You need him as far as his tongue could possibly reach, and he would be content to suffocate in your pussy for life if it were possible.

He took on your non verbal cue to edge you even further. So with the tip of his tongue he collected as much of your slick as possible and dragged the muscle over to your clit. As soon as he started swirling and twirling your throbbing bud you were a goner.

You couldn't help but let out a high pitched moan from your throat, never once daring to open your mouth and project your wails of pleasure for everyone to hear. But damn, did your man ever make it hard for you not to. The candy cane was the least of your thoughts by this point. Austin soon enough planted a sticky kiss to your clit before he lowered his plush mouth over the bud and sucked away. The obscene slurping noises that came from his mouth as he maneuvered his lips over your clit with pin-point precision had you welling up with tears due to the overstimulation. He was sucking on your clit like you would suck on his thick cock, bobbing his head up and down. Your wetness and his spit pooled out the corners of his mouth and trickled down your cunt, finally trailing down your thighs and making a resting stop at Austin's knees on the floor. Eating your pussy like this had him painfully hard. he wanted nothing more than to unzip his trousers and release his engorged cock, perhaps even jerk himself off to the pleasure he was giving to his girl's luscious pussy.

But he knew you were close, so damn close. And you knew it too. Your pussy was clamping shut around nothing, and your whole body practically levitated off of the couch. You shut your eyes, shook violently and let an airy groan rip through your vocal chords. With your mouth still hold on for dear life to the candy cane, you manage to somehow mumble Austin's name, albeit not that clearly. But all that mattered was you could scream his name as you felt your orgasm crash over you like a tidal wave.

Austin moaned long and thickly against your cunt, releasing your clit from his mouth and dipping his tongue back into your folds to lap up your climax like a good boy. He fluffed his long lashes at you, searching for your face of approval from him that he did a good job. And finally you manage to open your eyes and throb at the sight before you - Austin looking completely fucked out with your slick coating his lips and nose, cleaning you up ardently.

A weak little smile stuck to your face as you tenderly ran your fingers through his hair. At long last that candy cane had withered down to nothing in your mouth, melting away in the back of your throat and leaving a minty aftertaste in it's wake. Finally, you had your voice back.

"Holy fuck, Austin." You moaned wistfully. Your head lolled back against the couch, savoring in the way his mouth is still slurping up every last drop of your cum.

Austin whimpered below you. "Goddamn, that was so fucking hot." He panted against your folds.

You chewed on your bottom lip, still on cloud nine from what Austin was able to to do your pussy. "Thank you, baby." You softly purred.

He smiled, delivering doting little nibbles to your soaked inner thighs. "You're welcome, sweetness. My pleasure". With one or two last kisses to your extremely sensitive clit, he rocked back on his boot heels and placed his hands on his knees, allowing himself to stand back up.

His sizable cock was practically staring you in the face, taunting you even further. Austin tried his best to collect himself as he ran one hand through his locks and the other one over his mouth, wiping away your juices and swallowing the remnants of you that lingered on his palate.

With enough strength you peel yourself off the back of the couch and sit fully on the edge. Your hands reach up to glide over his lap, your fingertips danced up his toned thighs. You could feel him trembling beneath your gentle touch. His cock twitched in his pants hard and proud as he peered down at you with a glazed over look in his eyes.

Without breaking eye contact, one of your hands palms his hearty erection. He knits his brow and clenched his jaw, already losing his mind at the feel of his cock getting some form of attention. "Just what do you think you're doin', missy?" He asks playfully, the lust sticking to his vocal chords like glue.

You bat your pretty eyes up at him and unzip his fly. "What, am I not allowed to suck my man's cock?" You ask seductively.

Austin pursed his lips and chuckled. A rosy flush donned his cheeks. "You wanna make me cum right now, babygirl?" He asked with a raise of one quizzical brow.

You nodded, your fingers hooked onto the waistband of his pants and his boxers, pulling them down his delicious ass and exposing his red cock to the chilly air, making his hiss. "I can't wait until later. And by the looks of it, you can't either."

Honestly you don't even give Austin the chance to respond to you before you spit generously into your hands and wrap them around his impressive girth. Austin bit down on his full bottom lip, letting out a ragged groan. The sound of your slippery hands milking his cock made you wet all over again, and made his cock heavier in your palms.

"Fuck." He moaned as he threw his head back for a second, trying to keep his volume at an even keel. "You're determined to get me fired, aren't you?" He breathily laughed as he looked back down and watched as his cock got lavished with much needed attention.

You giggle cutely and wet your lips. "No, just determined to have you cum down my throat." You retorted.

Austin eyes widened as he saw you open your mouth and wrap your glistening lips around his aching tip. He balled one of his fists and brought it to his mouth, clamping down on his knuckles to suppress the primal anguished moan that threatened to escape him. He was determined to not make a peep, which in retrospect was not his best idea for these sudden turn of events. There was no chance in hell he would keep quiet, but he had to try his best.

You worked on sucking on the aching head of his cock at first, and stroking his veiny shaft in time with the bobbing of your head to get him started. He was already hot and bothered, sweating profusely under the collar. Fuck, why did he have to be wearing this suit right now?! if it were up to him and you he'd already have been stark naked right now. But the royal blue suit made him somehow even more ethereal, and it turned you on in droves.

Hearing Austin writhe and moan above you as you worked his cock was like music to your hears. He was a mess up there trying to keep his composure. The feel of your lips around his needy cock was always one of the best feelings in the world, next to plunging himself deep inside your dripping pussy. He savored in every lick and stroke of your fingers.

You hummed around his length, and you took him further into your mouth. Removing one of your hands and placing it upon the back of his thigh, you softly gagged around his cock as you took him into the back of your throat.

He shuddered and closed his eyes at the feeling of being swallowed whole by your mouth. When you felt like your gag reflex was under control you went back to sucking him off and jerking off the rest of him that you didn't want to deepthroat. This was all about his pleasure, and right now you wanted to shower his cock with as much adoration as humanly possible. You set a steady pace of blowing his engorged cock, heavy on your tongue. Moans muffled by his girth blanketed him and made his cock throb in your mouth. Not only that, but he could feel the minty tingle of the candy cane on your palate. He was in pure heaven.

Drool seeped out the corners of your mouth, making a mess of him. He sucked in a harsh breath as he hissed in sweet agony. "Oh god. Yes my love, suck my cock just like that. Please." He begged, moaning barely above a whisper, straining to not scream your name from the rooftops. His rocky baritone struck your heartstrings and made your pussy flutter, getting yourself all worked up with a fresh pooling of arousal.

His hands found their way into your long tresses as he was getting lost in the serene pleasure of your mouth sloppily stroking him to another planet. It was wet, it was messy, and it was just how he liked it. Pure devotion from his girl's mouth to his cock. All the love he had for you came pouring out of him like a faucet, and he let one long drawn out moan float in the air from his mouth and into your ears.

That was the one chance he thought he had to allow himself to let go completely. If someone had walked by his dressing room and heard him groaning in ecstasy then he wasn't the wiser. At this moment all he cared about was his impending orgasm, which was vast approaching.

You knew this too, as you could feel his hips stuttering in your mouth as he plunged his cock in and out of your mouth as you slurped his cock like that candy cane.

Austin's eyes sprang open, feeling his climax building in the depths of his aching balls, ready to spill out into your mouth. He panted hard above you, threading his long fingers even more in your hair. You sped up your pace, bobbing your head a little faster now on his cock, letting your tongue caress the underside of his shaft.

His vocal chords let out a shredded, desperate moan. "I-I'm gonna cum". He whined helplessly.

With a few final masterful strokes of his cock and licks of his shaft, Austin ceased his thrusting hips and allowed his body to take over. The feeling of being possessed by spirit was just about equal in measure to how violent he shuddered above you. "Fuuuuck, here it comes, baby." He bellowed gruffly.

His thick hot cum spurted out in your mouth, and you greedily swallowed everything he had to offer you.

Austin heaved ragged breaths, his lungs craving the sweet oxygen as his cock paints your throat with his cum. "Holy shit. I can't stop cuming." He chuckled, grunting after the last few drops of cum drained his cock.

You moaned around him, and when he was finished cuming you slowly slid your mouth off of his cock. Thickly swallowing his seed, you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. "I always make sure my man is properly satisfied." You wink, batting your long flirty lashes at him from below.

Austin ran his hand down his face and heaved a heavy sigh, feeling like he just ran a marathon. He breathed in and out before placing his hands on his hips. "Goddamn, you sucked my cock so good I don't even know where i'm at." He laughs bewildered.

You stand up from the couch, feeling your orgasm from earlier and your newfound wetness trickle down your thighs. And you gently pull Austin's pants back up his hips, helping him out as he stood there aloof trying to regain his composure. "I'd rather pretend that we were at home instead of on the set of SNL, to be honest." You chuckled.

Austin raised his brows, suddenly reminded of his surroundings. "Ah yes, that's right. SNL. Let's pray to God nobody heard the goings-on in here. What happens in the dressing room stays in the dressing room." He laughs with that pearly white smile you love so much.

You nod, laughing along. "You don't have to tell me twice honey. My lips are sealed."

Gathering up Austin's pants you help him to tuck his cock back inside his undergarments seeing as he's too love drunk to do much of anything, which made you smile proudly to yourself.

Austin looked down at you fumbling with his cock, finding it an oddly romantic gesture of helping to put him back where he belongs. He blushes and flicks his eyes down at yours. "Thank you, baby. Always so good to me." He says sweetly.

He kisses your forehead and softly bats your hands away from him so he can do the rest of the work for you. You turn your attention away from Austin to give him some space to adjust himself in his pants to the vanity table with a large mirror on the opposite wall of his dressing room. You scamper over there and attempt to clean yourself up, making yourself out to be like you didn't just get eaten out and gag on your boyfriend's massive cock.

You heard the final zip of Austin's pants behind you as you fluffed your hair and put down your dress to where it should properly be. And from behind you, you feel Austin's long arms wrap around your waist, bringing your flush to his body. He looks at you with tender soft eyes through the mirror, and you look back at his reflection with just as much love, smiling shyly.

Austin places a kiss to your cheek. "Ready to head back out there?" He whispers, his bassy timbre still sending chills up your spine.

You take one final look at yourself in the mirror and sigh. "Ready as i'll ever be."

He chuckles lowly and unfurls himself from your body, taking one of your hands in his. Somehow the two of you manage to get through the rest of the day unscathed, and the crew on set were none the wiser to the sinful erotica happening in Austin's dressing room.

One thing is for damn sure, you're never gonna look at a candy cane the same way again.

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