#. HIIIII I'm so excited !!!!
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@umbrellabancho sent : ❛ yo, momo! ❜ a tall young man with a stern gaze approached the girl, hands in his pockets. ❝ been a while. ❞
𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗚𝗥𝗜𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗗 𝗢𝗡 𝗔 𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗬 𝗢𝗩𝗔𝗟, thumbs pressing on buttons, the click of them being the only sound she's focused on as her lovely little digital pet gets spoiled. having no fun is such a bummer, a huuuuge one, one that can't be fixed for another few paychecks. what else is there to do besides latch onto a silly toy, a throwback to the sandbox days. it's not much, but hey, beggars can't be choosers, right?
sure, she's got some dingy building to explore, but doesn't keep the slog of a day threatening to weigh her down, shoulders already sinking, by the time she hears a familiar voice, one that gets those very shoulders perked up, the shine creeping back into umber hues, and a smile that spills out before she can do anything about it-- recognition hits before she even sees him. and once she does, she knows the day's saved, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦!
❝ zuuuu-ma! ❞ tone's bright, a greeting that rings out with warmth saved for a chosen few, the ones who’ve gone through thick and thin, and come out of it no matter the odds, scars and all, ❝ a while's like totes an understatement, more like ����𝐨𝐫-𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐫! ❞ and her game's all but forgotten, tucked back into the pocket of her oversized jacket, hand slightly hidden by baggy sleeves. the autumn chill's starting to hit, the wind fanning out her tresses as she skips over to him, chin tilting up as she settles right in front of him, gaze steady,
❝ y'ready to head in? the hag says this place is a liiiittle dicey, but we've got it, don'tcha think? ❞
#yes she was literally playing w her tamagotchi before going ghost hunting#she a lil silly like that#ANYWAY!!!!!#hiiiii :3c#i'm so sorry this took so long but but but!!!!#i'm so excited!!!!!#‧₊˚ ⋆ — jump with them all and move it ﹔ ic ﹗#umbrellabancho
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AH AH AH ... THE SKELETON !
#omgggg aro skull hiiiii I'm so excited to meet you#ahhh I'm so nervous !!! >v< THE SKELETON#sorry. hi? hi. I'm average now#ignore this#ask#obligatory talk tag
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Moodboard for a Wesper RP I'm gonna do with @remadora-black. 💕
Stock images: Unsplash and Pixabay. Please don't repost.
#wesper#shadow and bone#six of crows#moodboard#sab edit#my edits#anyway yes hiiiii I haven't roleplayed in over a decade lmao#so I'm about to try for the first time in so long and I just thought#why not make a moodboard about it#b/c I'm excited about the plot we're gonna do <3#remadora-black#<3
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WHO SAID THAT!?!?
#victor beeps#i don't think termina is easy per-say. i think it has a good difficulty and yeah some things are trial and error (a lot of things)#but MAAAAN compared to the first game you could say it is easy cause F&H 1 - i'll be honest - a slog#like the THIRTY MINUTE TIME LIMIT in a ROUGE-LITE. HELLO????? i can't find my ASS in that time here much less a whole MAN#and a lot of things are just up to RNG and game knowledge so it's all up to a literal coin flip at times#like my marina run was STACKED. got a good weapon early and started with necromancy and dodged so many attacks it was great#meanwhile levi's run was awful from start to finish. i got nothing good i had terrible death mask spawns it was a struggle#ANYWAY i'm excited for the update. i trust they won't just ''enemies hit harder you hit softer bye.'' like it's said#i DO think some things need nerfs...o'saa's tree is a little busted#IN CONCLUSION! DO i think termina is easy? not really! on it's own. compare it to the first game and yes. yes it is easy#at the end of the day a lot of it comes down to rng and game knowledge so while the game may feel impossible at first-#-by your second or third playthrough you should have a solid grasp on a lot of the most important things#(like Needles. the pav/marcoh/tanaka scene. how to save samarie. ect)#and there is an easy(er) mode! don't let people shame you for only playing it on that difficulty!#ANYWAY HIIII GOOD MORNING :3 this is the first thing I saw after waking up and i'm insane about termina rn sooo :]#if you read all this hiiiii i love you~ thank you for listening to my silly video game talk
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HFKSHIDJDJ I really, really enjoy reading your ramblings in the tags after I finish reading your writings :∆
hehe thank you it's where i put all the unorganized thoughts that i couldn't fit into the writing/brainrot itself :D i am glad you find them enjoyable :)
#chit chat#anon#not brainrot#since i know you're reading these:#hiiiii hi hi :D#you can actually glean a lot about my mood from the tags#i'll often mention if i have something stressful or exciting coming up#i put it in the tags because i feel like it'd annoy people to constantly hear about my emotions and such#and also anything that's more rambling goes into the tags!!#any of the ideas i couldn't make pretty or polished#tonight the mood is: sleepy#i'm very sleepy i want moth cuddles#or moth angst. i dunno why it's either fluff or angst right now#i also don't usually rant in my posts so i put it in the tags so people can skip it if they want#haha stuff sure has been happening haha :)#hhhhnghgnghng i wan....... foul legacy...........#good evening :)
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god this show is INSANE !!
madeline makes her way through the crowd, the guitar sending 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑠 up her spine and the drums practically thumping twice the speed of her heart. she'd been watching from the pit, seeing those around her mosh, punch, kick, scream, 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖛𝖊 !! it's enough to send her adrenaline into overdrive.
@bnchee
pushing through, she 🇫🇮🇳🇦🇱🇱🇾 finds the restrooms, looking for a moment's peace in the chaos of this concert. maddie opens the door, then stands before the mirror, using this time to touch up her makeup. there are a few other girls in the room, some washing their hands, others throwing up from their alcohol consumption. but one specifically caught maddie's eye.
" i'm so sorry to bother you, but your outfit ?? absolutely stunning !! "
#VI . 𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕𝖘 > . . . 𝑠𝑎𝑤𝑦𝑒𝑟 ( 𝑏𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑒 )#V . 𝖎𝖓 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗 > . . . 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠#V . 𝖎𝖓 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗 > . . . 𝑣; 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛#VII . 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊 > . . . 𝑎𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑡 (20+)#. HIIIII I'm so excited !!!!
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FORGOT I LOVE FRENCH. HELLO AGAIN BABYGIRL
#YOU GUYS I THINK MY FRENCH TEACHER THIS SEMESTER IS NORMAL!!!!!!#she is not direct from france i think that's the key :D#ur totally free to make fun of me for liking french btw. it's cringe#HOWEVER it brings me joy i feel handsome and competent speaking french#should i have taken spanish by cause of its regional relevancy. yes.#but i can always learn spanish as a third language :)#i have to imagine it'll be easier after learning another romance language#i'll get things mixed up. but i accidentally start counting in spanish when i'm supposed to be counting in french sometimes anyway#SO excited though i always forget that i love french!!!!#did some silly little comprehension questions on an article about the lumiere brothers and like. hiiiii!!!!!#omg allô!#i'm gonna get so good at french this year. gonna study my tenses and everything.#it's a film + narrative centered course so we're gonna watch movies and i'm gonna get SO acquainted with native use of the language.#[ in the tone of me and the bestie ] me and the langue 🤪#happy happy happy!!!!!#valentine notes
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@papasourwolf sent a meme: [ sit ] for your muse to quietly sit by mine
Some days were just too much to take them on alone, or take any action but to endure it. Eskel had learned that on these days, he shouldn't fight it, he could let it pass like a thunderstorm, but doing it alone was hard. So damn hard.
He leaned against Derek's shoulder as they just sat together and watched the sun go down.
"Alys always says, there is one good thing about days like this," he said quietly as he shyly lied a hand on Derek's thigh, "they will all end eventually..."
It was the first words they'd spoken since they climbed out of Eskel's car near the outskirts of the woods, where they decided to park and stare into the darkening blue-reddish sky to experience dusk. It was beautiful here and it felt very right to be here with Derek. Eskel had this image of him in his head, a strong man, a protector, someone who'd always be there to lean against and ask for help - he had yet to learn that not only himself fought battles against his own true nature.
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I hate having to give my cat (George) baths, always makes my hands itch sooooo bad afterwards 😖
(Also i think Discord's acting wonky for me? Saw something about it having issues earlier today :0 )
#lee rambles#But just AAAAAAA i hate itchy hands!!!!#Discord better not be acting up next week tho! I got plaaaaans on there for my b-day!#Gonna talk to someone i haven't chatted with in such a long time and i'm legit so excited!!! Love her#she's such a sweetheart 💙 (Also hiiiii bestie if you read this!! you know who you aaaare hehehe :3c)#I'll probably do something with one of my other friendos too hehe#Hate how our scheduals always gotts clash thoooo!! It sucks 'cause i would've LOVED to play with them both at the same time!#Maybe another time we'll be able to!#Maybe someday with more people at the same time! Just gotta staaaaay positive! 💙
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Hiiiii could you do a fic where reader is pregnant for the first time? I need more soft!young president coriolanus so so bad
Soft as Snow || Young President!Coriolanus snow x reader
A/n: thank you for this request anon!! I need more soft coryo too 🥹
Warnings: fem!reader, mention of death
Wc: 860
Divider by @firefly-graphics
In the opulent sun room of the presidential mansion that you call your home, you sat in a plush chair with a bowl of fresh lychee perched carefully on your pregnant belly. The brightly lit room, adorned with decadent furnishings, seemed to reflect the weight of the world you carried not only as the First Lady but also as a soon-to-be-mother.
The door cracked open and Coriolanus entered with an air of authority that seemed to dissipate as he laid eyes on you, his precious wife. Coryo gestured the servants to leave the two of you alone as his steely gaze softened, and a small, genuine smile graced his lips as he approached.
"May I?" he gestured toward the empty space on the chair beside you. You nodded with an eager smile and he took a seat, his eyes fixed on your protruding belly which was covered by the softness of your silk dress. Gently, he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. "How are you feeling, my love?"
His voice, usually reserved and commanding to people outside of his inner circle, held a tenderness and softness that sent a comforting shiver down your spine. You couldn't help but smile at the sincerity in his question.
"I'm well, Coryo. Our baby seems to be quite content by these lychees," You chuckle as your rub your stomach. Coryo smiles, lychees were a rare fruit to come by this time of year but he made sure that you were fed only the most juiciest, ripe, lychees.
"I'm glad," he hums. His hand finds its way to your belly, fingers tracing delicate patterns on the fabric of your dress, ghosting over your skin underneath. "It's a remarkable thing, life," he mused, his eyes reflecting a mix of emotions—awe, anticipation, and a hint of vulnerability.
You watch him knowing where his mind was at. The thought of his mother dying during birth along with his baby sister. You knew that he was scared. Scared that maybe you would have the same fate as his late mother. But you assured Coryo, that times have changed and that you would be alright.
The weight of his responsibilities seemed to momentarily fade as he focused on you and the life growing inside you. Your fingers dipped into the fruit bowl, a lychee in between your fingers as you bring it to your lips, Coriolanus watching with fascination. The atmosphere hung in a delicate balance, as if time itself had slowed down to savour this tranquil interlude.
"Have you thought about names," he asked, breaking the silence. You chuckled softly, the sound echoing through the room, "I have actually. Vicky," you watch Snow's features contort into a mixture of emotions.
"Vicky. like my mothers-" "Yes, like your mother's name." You interrupt him as your thumb brushes over the back of his hand, a comforting gesture that spoke volumes. "I love it. Vicky Snow," He says with a smile on his face.
As you continued to share the bowl of fruit, the conversation drifted from politics to dreams, hopes and the shared future that awaited your family. Coriolanus, a man known for his strategic mind and politics, revealed a more vulnerable side, a side reserved for you, his wife carrying his child.
Time slipped away, and the room glowered in the soft hues of twilight. Coriolanus stood, his eyes lingering on you with an affectionate gaze. "I've got state matters to deal with, my dear. Just know, you and our child are always on my mind."
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Days turned into weeks, and the swell of your belly grew more pronounced. The Capitol buzzed with excitement over the impending arrival of the newest member of the Snow legacy. Coriolanus, ever the stoic leader, became a pillar of support, attending to your needs with a grace that contradicted his ruthless reputation.
One evening, as the two of you stood on the balcony overlooking the Capitol, he wrapped his arms around you, his hands resting protectively on your belly. The lights of the city below shimmered like a sea of stars, and for a moment, it felt like the world paused to witness the union of power and vulnerability.
As the days dwindled down to the eagerly anticipated arrival, Coriolanus stood by your side, a beacon of strength. The birthing room, stark and sterile, contrasted sharply with the opulence of the Capitol. Yet, in that space, you found an intimacy that transcended the political stage.
The first cry of your newborn filled the room, and Coriolanus held the tiny bundle in his arms with a reverence that bordered on awe. His usually composed demeanor crumbled, replaced by the unfiltered joy of fatherhood.
"She's so beautiful, just like her mother," He whispers, his eyes never leaving the small face nestled in his arms. "Thank you, thank you for gifting me a gift beyond measure," Coryo looks at you as you couldn't help but let a teardrop roll down your cheek as you gazed at the future you had brought into the word.
You couldn't help but marvel at the unexpected beauty that had blossomed in the heart of the Capitol's calculated power.
#fanfiction#coriolanus snow imagine#coriolanus fanfiction#coriolanus x reader#coriolanus snow fanfiction#coriolanus x you#coriolanus snow#dad!coriolanus snow#soft!coriolanus snow#the hunger games#the hunger games the ballad of songbirds & snakes#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#tbosas imagine#tbosas x reader#hunger games x reader#fluff#coriolanus snow fluff#young president snow#young coriolanus snow#coriolanus smut
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@horriun sent: “ who does that cheeky bastard think he is? ”
villain prompts ✧ * º • accepting
ㅤㅤ" dunno. " the reply comes without so much as a glance cast back to see who prompted the question to begin with, tone gruff. it isn't often that there's an audience on their side when some asshole decides to stir up trouble — they're more accustomed to a crowd on the other side, jeering at them and egging their attacker on — but there's something satisfying in hearing someone else call the guy a bastard. something that gives them an extra burst of confidence, makes them feel a little more powerful.
ㅤㅤ" but, " they continue, brushing the hair back from their face and beginning to roll up their sleeves, " he's about to get what's comin' to him. " pointedly staring down the bastard in question, byan adjusts their stance in preparation for the fight that's about to break out. there's nothing more they want in this moment than to deck this guy square in the face (and maybe to make sure he doesn't leave without at least one broken bone) but, before they take a step forward, they finally look back over their shoulder to the person behind them.
ㅤㅤ" stay and cheer for me, will ya? " they ask, quirking an eyebrow as a smirk creeps its way across their lips. " might stop his friends from joining in when he starts getting his ass beat. " it won't, they know that, but it might at least delay it. " i can take two of 'em, but if all four jump in, i might need someone t' bail me out. "
#horriun#━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ ANSWERED: IC ⋮ I AM A VULTURE THAT FEEDS ON PAIN.#━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ VERSE: MODERN ⋮ COME ON UP / BRING THE PAIN.#hiiiii tysm for sending i'm so sorry it took me so long to get to this#the moment i looked through ur blog i had a feeling these two would get along well so i've been really excited for them to interact!!
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CHERRY - M.S
summary; you finally decide to lose your virginity to your boyfriend, and he pops your cherry.
warnings; smut, losing virginity, pet names (nothing crazy people, just baby and stuff), tit sucking, fingering, praise, unprotected sex (wrap it up, ho).
a/n; i'm writing this at 2am so let's not expect shakespeare up in this bitch. anywho, if you have any suggestions/recommendations for other content, then lmk!
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'Hey baby, just finished filming'
'I'm driving to urs rn'
Matt's texts came up on my phone, and I instantly got a spark of excitement. We haven't been able to see each other often because he's been busy with filming, and I've been busy with work.
I get up from my bed and decide to squeeze in a quick shower before he comes. Walking back into my bedroom with a towel wrapped around my body, I picked one of Matt's shirts, which he left the last time he was over, and a black, lacey thong.
Just as I was about to throw my hair up in a bun, I heard a knock at my door. I pranced to the front door and swung it open.
"Hiiiii," I squeal lunging into his chest for a hug, the smell of his cologne taking over my senses. God, he smelled so good; Matt always smells amazing.
"Hi, baby," He replies, engulfing me in the hug completely. He brings his hand up to cradle my head and softly moves his thumb back and forth.
"I've missed you," I muffle into his chest. We haven't seen each other in almost two weeks, which was an insanely long time considering we live ten minutes from each other.
We eventually make it from the front door, and we are lying on my bed watching Spongebob. But I can't concentrate on the cartoon with Matt so close to me.
I know we've been dating for over a year, but I still get so nervous around him. He's my first real boyfriend, and of course, he looks like he was sculpted by God himself. I really don't know what I did to get so lucky.
I turn my head to look at him, and he's concentrated on the tv. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed from how focused he was on the episode, and his jawline was covered in stubble.
The more I looked at him, the bigger the heat between my legs grew. I subconsciously pressed my thighs together to create some kind of friction, but it didn't help at all.
At that moment I decided that I was ready. I was ready to give myself to him completely. I was ready for him to make me his in every way possible.
"Matt," I whispered.
My words are so quiet that I wasn't even sure if Matt had heard me. I repeat myself, and he turns his head to make eye contact with me.
"I'm ready, Matt," I say shyly.
I don't know how he was going to react. I know Matt has had a girlfriend before me and that he lost his virginity to her, so this might not be a big deal for him, but for me, it was huge.
The furthest me and Matt have ever gone is some heated-makeout touching. We've never seen each other below the waist, so this was definitely a big step for me.
"Ready for what, my love?" He asks, with genuine confusion in his tone.
"To lose my virginity," I'm so embarrassed admitting this, but he doesn't seem to be disturbed one bit. Actually, he seems surprised.
"Baby, we don't have to do anything, you know that, right?" He says, trying to reassure me, but I know what I want.
"I know, I want to," I say, my confidence growing. I crawl over to him and throw one of my legs over his lap so that I'm now straddling him.
He brings his tongue out to wet his lips before analysing my face for anything other than certainty. He then moves his hands to my hips, resting them there softly.
"I love you so much..." He speaks carefully, "...and I don't want to hurt you, so you have to tell me to stop or slow down if I do hurt you even though I'll try my best not to," his face is completely serious and there isn't a hint of laughter in his voice.
I nod in agreement to his statement, and he nods back, making a silent promise to eachother.
He then brings his left hand up to my cheek and tilts my head as he brings his soft lips to mine. The kiss was painfully slow and tender, as if he could break me by moving too fast.
I move my hands to the nape of his neck, tangling my fingers into his curls. I tug at his hair carefully, and a low groan escapes his lips. Fuck, I'm so wet for him. This is when I remember I'm only wearing lace underwear, meaning my wetness is likely seeping through and marking his clothes. That shouldn't turn me on, but it does.
The kiss begins to get heated, and my need for relief is growing. I subconsciously begin to rock my hips on his thigh, and his hands dig into my skin.
He pulls away from the kiss and moves his mouth to my ear, "Let me take care of you, baby," He whispers.
He delicately flips us over so that I'm now lying on my back, and he's hovering over me, his hands sinking into the mattress near my head. He leans down and peppers kisses on my neck, slowly moving further down onto my collar bone.
One of his hands begins to wander, making sure to touch every curve on my body. He then reaches the hem of my (his) shirt.
"Can I undress you?" His words are so innocent, but they drive me insane. I want him to do more than undress me, I want him. Now. But I know I have to be patient. I nod at his request.
"I need words, baby, please," He pleads. God, could this man get any sexier. I was losing my composure by the second.
"Yes, please, take it off," I reply, in the same tone. He wastes no time sliding the oversized shirt off my body, and I can see his breathing halter when he comes face to face with my bare tits.
He slowly lowers his mouth to the valley of my breasts and places a row of meaningful kisses before shifting his attention over to my left breast. He places a kiss on my hardened nipple before taking it into his warm mouth, I gasp at the feeling.
He plays with my nipple as he swirls his tongue over it and then lightly sucks on it. I let moans spill from lips, which only encourages him to keep going.
After a few moments, he releases it from his mouth and pays the same attention to my right one.
"Matt, please, I need you," I say, beginning to get restless. He's showing me attention in all the wrong places.
"You've gotta be patient, baby," He speaks, a smile forming on his lips. I bet he finds this so amusing; getting me all hot and bothered but not relieving any of the pressure he's creating.
He finally begins to make his way to my last piece of clothing, and without warning, I feel his hand cup me over my underwear. He runs his thumb back and forth over my clit, making me shudder.
By now, I'm a water park. I'm soaking, and my wetness has seeped through my underwear completely.
"You're so fucking wet," he says, bringing his fingers to toy with my wet underwear. I moan at his words.
He hooks his fingers on each side of my panties and slowly shimmies them off me, leaving me completely naked in front of him. I feel the blood rush to my face. I can't believe I'm completely naked in front of him. He can sense my embarrassment and instantly clears me of any doubts.
"Baby, you're so beautiful, I'm so blessed that I get to see you like this. Thank you for blessing me,". I melt at his words. His words instantly reassure me, and my embarrassment fades away.
He places both of his hands on my thighs, slowly parting my legs so that he could see me in my entirety. My wet cunt is now exposed to him and see his breathing hitch.
"Fuck, you're so perfect," he whispers underneath his breath, taking in the view before him. He brings his middle finger to my slick folds, collecting all the wetness he could, then bringing that same finger to his mouth and sucking it clean.
My pussy is throbbing for him. I need him so unbelievably bad. He then looks at me before speaking again, "I need to stretch you out a little before we have sex. Otherwise, it'll hurt a lot more. Will you let me do that?".
His words were soft but yet firm. He really did want to take care of me and ensure that I was enjoying every bit of this as much as he was.
"I trust you," I reply, giving him a small smile. He returns the smile and lowers his gaze again.
He once again brings his middle finger to my pussy but instead of messing around, he went straight for my hole, slowly sinking his finger into me.
I instantly threw my head back. This was nothing like I've ever felt before. He looked back up to me to make sure I was okay before slowly taking his finger out and pushing it back in.
"Fuck, Matt," I breathe out, slowly gripping the sheets beneath me.
"Shh, you're okay, you're doing so good," his praise makes me even wetter, allowing for his finger to slide in and out of me easier.
"Think you can take another one f'me?" He says, watching my pussy swallow his finger.
"Mhm," I can't get any words out with my bottom lip pulled between my teeth.
I then feel another slender finger approach my hole. He slowly pushes the second finger in and it definitely hurts more than the first. It's almost a burning sensation, it hurts so good.
He let's me adjust to the feeling of both fingers in me before beginning to pump them in and out similarly to the first time.
After a few moments of pumping, he pulls both fingers out completely. I shudder at the loss of contact and was about to question why he stopped until I saw him reaching for his belt buckle.
This is what I've been waiting for. Fuck, I'm so nervous but so excited too.
"Baby, are you sure this is what you want?" He asks once again.
"Not really, I'm only doing this for you," I say jokingly.
He halts his movements completely, "I don't joke about consent, baby," He says firmly.
"I'm sorry, of course I want this this baby, I promise," I say, reassuring him. He nods before going back to unzipping his jeans.
Before removing his jeans, he brings his hands to his top, removing both his shirt and vest in one swift move. He then pulls down his jeans, leaving him in only his boxers. I look at the imprint of his cock on his boxers and fuck did he look big.
He finally slid his boxers down, his cock springing out, glad to finally be free from all restraints. I gulp at the sheer size of him. I didn't expect him to be so big. He's at least seven inches, and his tip is red, glistening with pre-cum.
I can see something crosses his mind and he immediately becomes upset.
"What's wrong?" I asked confused.
"I don't have a fucking condom," He sighs annoyed. It's silent for a moment before I speak up.
"Can't you pull out?" I ask innocently.
"I can if you want me to, I'm just scared I'll be so consumed by you that I'll forget completely," he says half seriously and half joking.
"I already told you, Matt, I trust you," I assure him, he nods at my words.
"Alright, my love, if it hurts or if it becomes too much, please tell me to stop, push me off you, tell me to fuck off, anything, just stop me, okay?" He says. I know this is the bare minimum, but the way he cares for me and the way he wants me to also enjoy this is so meaningful to me.
"I promise I will," I say, smiling at him once more.
He adjusts himself so that he's now hovering over me, with one hand near my head on the mattress and his other hand between our bodies, guiding his cock to my entrance. I feel his tip at my entrance, and he slowly grinds his hips forward so that his cock can just about enter me.
He pushes more and more forward until a slight look of discomfort is present on my face.
"Fuck, you're too big, Matt," I say, looking down to where our bodies are connected and seeing that he's not even half way in. There's no way his entire dick is fitting inside of me.
"I know, baby, but you can be a good girl and take it, can't you?" He says, lowering his head to my neck.
"Mhm, I'll take it so good for you," I agree. His words make me even wetter, my wetness coating his cock.
He pushes himself further into me, and there's a burning sensation again, but it's not too noticeable due to the fact that Matt had just previously stretched me out. He was right. It definitely did help.
With one final buck of his hips, I felt his pelvis against my folds. He was completely in. I let out a sigh, feeling him entirely inside me.
As he's pulling out, I look down at our connection. This is when I notice red stuff on his cock. I became confused. Is that blood??? Was I bleeding? Fuck, that's so embarrassing. But it didn't even hurt that much, there's no way I'm bleeding from that?
Questions and concerns fill my mind to the point where I can't keep it to myself.
"Matt..." I speak softly.
"What's wrong, my love?" He instantly notices something is wrong.
"Am I bleeding?" I say, looking back down between us. He follows my gaze and sees the blood coating his cock.
"Oh babyy, don't worry about it, you had me worried," he says as if I'm not literally bleeding.
"Why am I bleeding?" I ask, I want to know why this is happening.
"It's just because I broke your hymen baby, in other words, I popped your cherry," he smirks. He's essentially saying that I'm officially not a virgin anymore.
I can tell this turns him on. The fact that he was the one I trusted with this special moment means a lot to him, and it means a lot to me too. I'm glad I'm able to share my 'first' with him.
He resumes his movements and begins to pump his dick back into me, this time at a slightly quicker pace. My pussy adjusts to him very quickly, and from this point forward it's all pleasure.
A few moments later and he's established a rhythm. It's not too fast but not too slow, and he's hitting all the right spots. I can't stop the moans from spilling out of my mouth, which motivates a few moans and groans to also flee his lips.
"M-Matt, fa-faster...please," my broken request is immediately fulfilled as Matt's hips pick up the pace. I feel my orgasm building up, and if he continued like this, I'd be coming all over his cock in a few minutes.
He continued his movements without faltering once, and the only sounds that could be heard is the sound of our skin connecting repeatedly with the mixture of my moans and his panting.
"I'm s-so c-close, Matt," I moan.
"Fuck, me too," He says, speeding up ever so slightly. He then brings his hand down between our bodies to rub my clit and this was my final straw. My orgasm came crashing down, and I almost saw stars. I felt my pussy spasm around his cock which was still rhythmically pumping in and out of me.
"FUCKK, JUST LIKE THAT," Matt moans as he pulls his cock out from me and jerks it off at the speed of light. His mouth falls open and his eyebrows are scrunched together. That sight was almost enough to make me finish again.
Suddenly, hot, white cum shoots out and lands on my stomach. He milks his cock for all of it before pressing his sweaty forehead against mine.
"Shit, babe, that was amazing," he pants, before getting up to get a towel to clean us up.
"Are you okay?" He asks as he's wiping his cum from my stomach.
"Yeah, I'm just in shock," I smile. He smiles back and he grabs my shirt from the floor, and pulls it over my head. He then gets back in bed and pulls me onto his chest.
The rest of the evening was mundane, we watched more tv, ordered food, and cuddled until we fell asleep but this is a day I will never forget.
The care and love that he treated me with was indescribable and I will forever be grateful to him that he made my first time as special and memorable as possible.
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a/n; this was lowk longer than I thought it was gonna be lmaoo. anywayy, i hope you enjoyed reading it. if u have any suggestions for future fanfics or other content in general lmk! love you sm <33
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── ୨୧ ! 𝗦𝗢𝗙𝗧 𝗟𝗔𝗨𝗡𝗖𝗛 | 𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗠
𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x singer!reader
SUMMARY: Where Y/N and Matt have been in a stable relationship hidden from the media for months, until they were forced by it to do a soft launch.
WARNING: None.
REQUESTED?: Yes, from anon.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.
Y/N²: I hope yall like it! it was my first time doing something like that, and I actually loved it!! I was dying to do some famous!reader, so I took the liberty to do it with this one, I hope it's okay.
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ynsinstagram THE SECRET OF US TOUR STARTS IN 15 DAYS 😭😩 who's excited?
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ynfan1 ME?????? DUH
ynfan2 THIS IS GOING TO BE HISTORICAL, WRITE MY WORDS ‼️
ynfan3 well, considering the pre sale broke her website, all stadium dates sold out in seconds, all social media talking about it...
conangrey I'M SO EXCITED TO SEE YOU AGAIN 🙌🏻
ynfan4 I'M GOING INSANE, IDK WHAT TO WEAR 😭
sabrinacarpenter YES YES YES 🔥
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sturnioloteam Matt spotted out and alone in London today!
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sturniolofan1 wtf is he doing in London?
sturniolofan2 didn't Chris just post a picture in LA? 😭
sturnioloandynfan1 wait, isn't today the London concert of Y/N’s tour??? 🤡
sturniolofan3 wtf does this have to do with Matt?
sturniolofan4 since when Matt goes to other country ALONE????
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ynsinstagram HIIIII LONDON 🎀🇬🇧
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ynfan1 SHE'S SUCH AN ANGEL 🥺
ynfan2 wait, why does she have 2 coffees?
ynfan3 maybe she's with someone from her band?
sturnioloandynfan2 WAIT A MINUTE ‼️ what's Matt's car key doing on her purse????????
ynfan4 what do you mean?
sturnioloandynfan3 OMG TRUE! that's his keychain 🫠
sturniolofan5 DID I HEARD MATT????
oliviarodrigo LONDON GIRL RIGHT THERE BABY ‼️🇬🇧
ynfan5 I LOVE YOUR FRIENDSHIP 😭
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matthew.sturniolo I'm everywhere but currently in london 🇬🇧
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sturniolofan8 so we're just gonna ignore the elephant in the room or what?
sturnioloandynfan4 I've never thought about this possibility but...
ynfan9 I'm so sure they're the cutest together 🥺
sturniolofan6 yall are so damn dramatic, no one confirmed anything, stop being so delusional
sturniolofan3 stop being so unhappy dude, ew
christophersturniolo bring me some fish and chips when you get back
ynfan4 IS THAT Y/N'S NECKLACE?????
nicolassturniolo london boy
ynandsturniolofan2 is that supposed to be an analogy to taylor's song? 😭
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people Singer Y/N Y/L/N and youtuber Matthew Sturniolo were spotted together today in London.
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ynfan8 wtf is wrong with yall?? leave Y/N alone, she deserves privacy!
ynfan5 omg it HAD to be people
sturniolofan7 omg no way matt is on people 😭
nicolassturniolo this is honestly so messed up and such a huge invasion of privacy. please, delete this!
sabrinacarpenter I hate you guys. this is so mean. delete it right now!
ynfan9 how the fuck yall always find a way to disturb Y/N's peace?
sturniolofan3 OMG OMG OMG OMG
ynfan6 everything makes sense now
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ynandsturniolofan6 OMG??? NO WAY I JUST FIND MATT IN Y/N'S CONCERT 😭😭 that's my favorite day ever ✋🏻
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sturniolofan1 wait, what??? he was at the line to enter the stadium?
ynandsturniolofan6 no! he was about to enter Y/N's backstage area
sturniolofan7 omg he's looking so fucking good 😩
ynfan8 yeah Y/N, I get it now
sturnioloandynfan5 it's SO CUTE the fact he came from LA to see her in London 😭
sturniolofan4 but why London, thought? doesn't she have three concerts in LA next month?
ynfan5 IS THAT Y/N'S NECKLACE AGAIN???? I'M GOING CRAZY
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matthew.sturniolo we met here, on a random avenue in London, on the first day of your vacation and the second of mine, and neither of us knew where to go, and we ended up visiting tourist spots together. now we´re here for your sold-out show, something you used to dream about just some months ago, and i’m so grateful to be part of this. I love you, petal. you deserve this more than anyone else.
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nicolassturniolo PARENTS!!!
christopher.sturniolo that's beautiful man
ynfan5 stop this is so cute 😭
sturniolofan1 "petal" LSKSISMAKAMDO 😭😭😭😭
sturniolofan2 I've never thought I would see Matt posting smt with so many words
ynandsturniolofan3 I'M CRYING WHAT
ynfan7 so... it's been happening for MONTHS???
madisonbeer you'll make me cry, I love you two so much 🥺
nathandoe8 Matt is such a soft for Y/N
yourinstagram are you jealous? chris is right there 😌
christopher.sturniolo what's that supposed to mean?
ynsinstagram I owe all of this to you. if it wasn't for all your incentives and belief in me, I wouldn't be here today. I love you so fucking much 🥹🩷
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ynsinstagram The Secret Of Us Tour. London I. June 2024.
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sturniolofan6 was it Matt who took the pic? 🥺
ynsinstagram yes!! 😁
ynfan5 I'm no longer alive, this concert was AMAZING
sturnioloandynfan3 the way Y/N was looking at the back of the stadium ALL THE TIME, smiling like crazy, was the cutest thing ever
ynfan9 the way she look at him??? Matt you're a lucky man
matthew.sturniolo loved every bit of it! ❤️
ynsinstagram love you 🥺🩷
ynfan4 Y/N is the prettiest girl in the world!
matthew.sturniolo agreed
ynandsturniolofan2 they're THE MOMENT!!!
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Elevator Mishap || Central Cee
𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 : CentralCee x Female reader
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 : You find yourself trapped in an elevator with a mysterious stranger who turns out to be the famous rapper Central Cee in disguise. [FLUFF/ LIGHT TENSION]
𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: HIIIII GUYS omg so much stuff has happened personally in my life but I am back and better!! Central Cee is so fine and I just always wanted to write something with him lol. Its been a while since I have wrote something, so bare with me c': I have no requests, so feel free to send some in!
(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ♥
"I find it hard to believe I'm actually here," you murmur under your breath, a mix of disbelief and disinterest coloring your tone as you wait for the elevator to reach your floor. While most girls would gush with excitement at the prospect of attending a Central Cee concert in the UK alongside their best friends, Stacey and Rosalina, you find yourself unable to share in their fervor. The trio, inseparable since middle school, practically dragged you along when they scored free tickets to the concert, complete with all expenses paid. Despite their infectious enthusiasm for Central Cee, you couldn't summon the same level of excitement, feeling rather indifferent towards his music. Meanwhile, your best friends are back in the hotel room, immersed in making TikToks while belting out Central Cee's tunes. You made an excuse about needing to run down to the convenience store on the ground floor to grab a snack, eager to escape the impending festivities. As the elevator doors finally slide open, you step inside, your mind already elsewhere, contemplating the potentially underwhelming night ahead, especially given your lack of interest in the artist.
Absentmindedly humming to yourself, you press the button for the ground floor before casually leaning against the elevator wall. A brief moment of panic strikes as you pat your pockets, realizing your phone must have been left behind in the hotel room. Before you can fully process this inconvenience, the elevator lurches upward, and a figure clad entirely in black, sporting a ski mask, shades, and a hat, enters. You brush off the peculiar attire, attributing it to the chilly weather outside, but a faint sense of unease begins to gnaw at you as the elevator door closes.
The person does not press any buttons, signaling they were also going to the bottom floor like you were. You tried not to stare at the person beside you, but the clothes they were wearing screamed wealth. You look at their shoes as the elevator begins to go down. Suddenly, the elevator comes to a stop with a shake. You widen your eyes as anxiety kicks in, confused on what is going on. You look over at the stranger, not being able to see their expression before walking over and pressing the first-floor button again. This time, the elevator doesn't seem to budge nor is it telling you what floor you two are currently on.
“There's no way,” noticing the elevator may be stuck, your heart sinks down. The stranger walks closer to you, giving them a try themselves to press the buttons. You step back to give them room. Noticing the buttons will not budge for them either, you sigh and press the red button that signals a representative. A few minutes pass before someone speaks, “Hello? Is everything alright?,” the statically voice states.
“Yeah, ummm I think the elevator is stuck. We also can’t see what floor we are on,” you respond.
“Okay, please remain calm we are sen-,” the voice cuts off.
“Hello?,” you question, “HELLLOOOOOO?,” spamming the button again.
“Lady we can't hear YOUUU!,” You state pressing the button.
“You should stop before you break it.” The voice of the person speaks with a deep British accent, you now know they are a male. You turn to look at him, continuing to press the button a few more times before stopping. You sigh, sitting down on the floor.
“Just great,” you mumble while lowering your head in defeat. You are not someone with claustrophobia, plus the elevator was a decent size so it's not as if you were scared you were trapped. Only annoyed. While your head is low, you hear clothes shuffling causing you to look back up. The man begins to take off his coat and hat, probably also realizing we are not going to be getting out anytime soon. You shift your legs so you are now sitting criss-cross on the floor, your back against the wall as you look up at the elevator's ceiling.
“Don't worry, I bet they will come soon,” the man speaks once again with a reassuring voice. You keep your head up, “I know, it just sucks. This is my first time in the UK and I'm spending my first night trapped in an elevator with a stranger, no offense.” You hear a chuckle, ”None taken. What are you in the UK for if you don't mind me asking?” You can tell he just wanted small talk, and you didn't mind. I mean after all, you are stuck here for who knows how long.
“My Best friends and I are here for the Central Cee concert,” you respond, continuing to study the French painting that is plastered on the ceiling of the elevator.
“Are you excited to go?,” he questions, resulting in you shrugging,” I don't care too much about him. Nothing against him, but you know, not really my taste.”
Silence settles between you for a moment, punctuated only by the occasional crackle of the intercom and the faint hum of the elevator's mechanisms.
"So, what brings you to the concert if you're not a fan?" he asks, curiosity evident in his voice.
You offer a half-smile, considering your response. "Honestly, I'm just here for my friends. Stacey and Rosalina are huge fans, and they practically begged me to come along. Figured it would be a fun night out, even if the music isn't really my thing."
He nods in understanding, a thoughtful expression crossing his features. "Ah, the sacrifices we make for friendship," he muses, a hint of amusement coloring his tone. “Maybe after the concert you will be my fan.”
His unexpected comment catches you off guard, and you find yourself momentarily taken aback. With a furrowed brow, you glance down, your eyes widening and eyebrows raising in confusion. And there he stands, Central Cee himself, his presence suddenly filling the confined space of the elevator. His pearly white teeth glint in the dim light, a charming smile gracing his lips.
If your best friends were in your position, they probably would have passed out by now. But you? You simply let out a small laugh, shaking your head slightly. “Mmmmm I don't think so. Your music just isn't my type,” you reply, your tone casual yet resolute. You glance back up at the ceiling, your interest clearly elsewhere.
Central Cee seems momentarily taken aback by your nonchalant response. He had perhaps expected screams of excitement or frenzied fangirling – or perhaps even both. But your composed demeanor only serves to intrigue him further. He closes his lips, the smile still lingering on his face, his gaze lingering on you with newfound curiosity.
"Really now?" he questions, a playful glint in his eyes. "What exactly is your type, hmm?"
“Not you, so it doesn't matter,” you respond with a casual flick of your gaze, focusing on your nail as if it holds the answers to the universe. Impatience begins to creep into your movements, prompting you to rise from your seat and stride over to the control panel, where you futilely press the buttons at random.
"Well, I would like to know," he persists, closing the distance between you with a deliberate step.
"It doesn't matter," you retort, your tone edged with determination.
"Yes, it does," he insists.
"No, it doesn't," you counter.
"Yes, it does."
"No, it do—" You cut yourself off mid-sentence, the absurdity of the situation dawning on you. "Wait, why am I even going back and forth with you?" The question is more to yourself, but Central Cee decides to respond.
"Because you do like me."
"No, I don't."
"Yes, you do."
"No, I don't."
"Yes, you do."
"No, I—" You catch yourself falling into the same cycle, causing him to chuckle.
"You know, you're cute when you get mad," he remarks, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His words elicit a soft blush from you, prompting you to turn away and face the wall. "Leave me alone," you mumble.
"Awww, I'm sorry, love. Let me make it up to you," he responds cheekily.
"Make it up to me by getting this damn elevator to work," you grumble under your breath.
"If you can admit that I am your favorite artist, then I will make that happen," he confesses, catching you off guard.
You raise an eyebrow, turning to face him. "How?"
He tilts his head to the side, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Say it, and I will make it happen."
You exhale heavily, skepticism evident in your expression. "Why does it matter to you so much?" you question.
He shrugs, smiling. "Simply because."
You glare at him, his grin only widening in response. You decide to humor him, considering his celebrity status and the possibility of connections. "Fine. You are my favorite artist."
He raises his eyebrows, amused by your half-hearted admission. "I don't think that was sincere enough for me."
You let out another small breath. Stepping closer to him, you meet his gaze head-on. "Oakley, you are my favorite artist. I love your music so much; you are so talented."
His demeanor softens, his eyes meeting yours with sincerity. Something about saying his real name seems to have an effect on him. Whether it's your beauty or simply the use of his name, it stirs something within him, making him feel... nice.
You find yourself studying his features, admiring the way his light tan skin complements the arch of his eyebrows and the depth of his chocolate eyes. His small smile draws your attention, and you instinctively take a step back, coughing lightly to dispel the tension.
"Uhm... okay, I said it. Now, do your magic."
"You're right," he responds, retrieving his phone from his pocket.
"YOU HAD A PHONE THIS ENTIRE TIME??" you exclaim, incredulous.
"Yes," he simply responds, unlocking his phone.
You sigh. "Why didn't you say something?"
He shrugs nonchalantly. "Who wouldn't want to be trapped in an elevator with a beautiful girl like you?"
You open your mouth to reply, but the fluttering sensation in your stomach leaves you speechless. Despite your indifference towards his music, you can't deny his charm.
For a few moments, you find yourself lost in thought, your gaze dropping to your shoes. His voice interrupts your reverie, causing you to lift your head.
"Damn. I don't have any service," he says, raising his arm in a futile attempt to get a signal.
You watch as Central Cee furrows his brow in frustration, tapping futilely at his phone screen in a desperate attempt to find a signal. Despite the annoyance of being stuck in an elevator, you can't help but feel a strange sense of camaraderie with him, a shared bond forged in the confines of this metal box.
As the seconds tick by, the silence between you grows heavier, the tension palpable in the air. You glance at Central Cee, taking in the way the dim light of the elevator accentuates the contours of his face, casting shadows that dance across his features. Despite your best efforts to ignore it, you can't deny the flutter of excitement that flits through your stomach at the sight of him.
"Anything yet?" you ask, breaking the silence with a voice that comes out softer than intended.
Central Cee shakes his head, his expression a mixture of frustration and resignation. "Nothing. It's like this elevator is in its own little world, cut off from the rest of the universe."
Central Cee chuckles softly, the sound echoing in the confined space. "and here I thought being a famous rapper would exempt me from getting stuck in elevators," he remarks, a hint of amusement in his voice.
You smile, appreciating his attempt to inject a bit of humor into the situation. "Guess even celebrities aren't immune to elevator mishaps," you reply, your lips quivering in a half-smile.
He returns the smile, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary. "At least I'm stuck in here with someone interesting," he says, his tone laced with sincerity.
A blush rises to your cheeks at his compliment, and you quickly avert your gaze, suddenly feeling self-conscious under his scrutiny. "Thanks," you mumble, "I guess you aren't so bad yourself.."
Central Cee's smile widens at your response, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, I'll take that as a compliment," he says, his tone teasing yet genuine.
You chuckle softly, feeling a sense of ease settle over you as the tension between you dissipates. "Consider it one," you reply, meeting his gaze with a shy smile.
As the moments pass, you find yourself drawn into conversation with Central Cee, the topics ranging from trivial matters to deeper discussions about life, dreams, and everything in between. Despite the unusual circumstances that brought you together, you can't help but feel a sense of connection with him, a feeling of understanding that goes beyond mere words.
Eventually, after what feels like an eternity but is likely only a few hours, the elevator lurches back to life with a groan of protest, the sudden movement catching you off guard. Central Cee reaches out a hand to steady you, his touch warm and reassuring against your skin.
"We're moving again," he says, a note of relief in his voice.
You nod, a sense of anticipation building within you as the elevator ascends towards the surface. “Finally,” you say, though a pang of reluctance tugs at your heart. Deep down, you wish the elevator would stay broken, prolonging the fleeting moments you've shared with him. In the brief interlude of confinement, you've come to appreciate not just Central Cee, but the person behind the persona, Oakley. As the elevator hums back to life, you resign yourself to the inevitable parting that awaits you both, returning to the separate paths your lives had veered from.
Central Cee begins to adjust his attire, meticulously covering his features with the ski mask and glasses, returning to his "disguise". “Don't worry," you assure him, offering a small smile, "I won't breathe a word of this to anyone. It'll be our little secret.” Before he can respond, the elevator doors glide open, ushering in a flood of light and fresh air. Eager to break free from the confines of the elevator, you step out quickly, wary of being trapped again.
“Hey,” Central Cee calls out to you, his voice laced with a hint of concern, “I’ll see you tomorrow,yeah?” A flicker of something indefinable passes between you, a silent understanding that transcends words. Though you yearn for a deeper connection, you suppress the urge, unsure of what you truly desire. With a small smile, you nod in acknowledgement, “Yeah.”
As you both walk away, your steps leading you in opposite directions, you can't help but feel a sense of resonance, a shared moment that binds you together in thought. Despite the divergence of your paths and the separation of your lives, in that fleeting instant, your minds are aligned, fixated on each other, entwined in a momentary bond that defies explanation.
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Request for Logan x reader where they carve pumpkins and watch scary movies, or maybe they do a halloween night out or something!!
(I hope this isnt too "late" to request fall/halloween stuff)
I had too many ideas so this is like a 4+1 type of fic lol it can be for any Logan and it's gender neutral! Request are still open!
The 4 times Logan didn't want to participate and the one time he did
1. Going to the pumpkin patch
You basically had to drag Logan to the pumpkin patch. You woke up so excited, the weather was finally a nice cool and crisp real autumn morning and it was supposed to stay nice all day, so naturally you thought it would be a good day to finally go get your pumpkins. Logan thought differently.
The pumpkin patch wasn't his idea of a good time. There were little ones running around, parents weren't really watching their children, and the couples that were there were all matching. You tried to get Logan to wear a matching outfit with you. "Come on, it'll be cute!" he rolled his eyes at your argument and wore his regular flannel instead.
At least flannel is correlated with fall.
You picked out the pumpkins the two of you were going to carve. When you asked for his opinion, you were met with a shrug and his typical response; "get whatever you want, babe." Usually, it was a nice response. It was his way of telling you that he could buy you whatever you wanted. If you were torn between two different colors in sweaters, he would say that because technically, he could buy you all of the damn sweaters, and he knows you'll look amazing in whatever. However, this wasn't exactly a good response when there were hundreds of pumpkins to pick from.
You showed him the pumpkins were finally decided and he grabbed them for you before carrying them to the little counter to check out. You sighed, feeling a little defeated? a little guilty? You weren't sure what the emotion was that you were feeling. You just felt bad for dragging him to do something he obviously hated so much.
2. Carving pumpkins
You know the pumpkin patch was a failure, but you wanted to carve your pumpkins asap. As Logan drove the two of you home, you were looking up pumpkin carving inspirations, and by the time you did get home, you were practically buzzing in your seat.
You jumped out of the truck and grabbed one of the pumpkins, Logan chuckled as he watched you zoom from the truck to the front door, seemingly forgetting that he had the keys. He could tell you were pouting due to the door being locked still, so he trudged out of the truck to the front door. "Move over, sweetheart," He mumbled and wrapped his arm around your waist to move you aside so he could unlock the door for you.
Once you got inside, you put the pumpkins on the table and kissed Logan on the cheek. "Do you want to help carve the pumpkins?" You asked with puppy eyes that you know make it difficult for him to say no to. He just walked past you, and for a second, you thought he was going to the bedroom, but then you heard rummaging from the kitchen. Looking behind you, you see Logan coming back to the dining room table with a couple of knives, spoons, and paper towels.
He sits in silence and rolls his eyes when you just stay standing there. "Are you helping or not? I'm not carving two damn pumpkins by myself, " He grumbled as he started cutting the bottom off of one of the pumpkins so he could start degutting it.
You snapped out of the shock and nodded, "Let me go get a plate I want to save some seeds" You go to grab a plate, but he stops you by showing you a plate, "Cut open your damn pumpkin, will ya?"
The two of you could feel a smile starting to form, and you sat next to him to start degutting your own pumpkin.
3. Watching a scary movie
You wanted to make up for the other day. You really thought Logan would enjoy the pumpkin patch more than he did. Halloween and autumn were your favorite time of year, and you wanted to enjoy it with your man, so you were determined to find something he enjoyed about the season, too.
You figured a movie date night would be perfect! There is no need to leave the house. There wasn't even a real need to change out of your pajamas. You made pizza from scratch and even made the popcorn on the stove top; everything was prepared, and all Logan had to do was pick out a movie for the two of you to watch.
He ended up picking the creepiest movie you'd ever seen.
He didn't think much of it. Honestly, he remembered the movie coming out decades ago and got excited to resee it. "Oh, I haven't seen this since it first came out" He tried to sound nonchalant, but the excitement was clear in his voice. You looked over his shoulder to see the movie he had picked, and you froze.
Something had to be fucking with you, out of all the things this was what made Logan excited? Now you loved horror movies, but Rosemary's Baby??? no. You just couldn't handle that movie, but dammit he was so excited. You swallowed and nodded stiffly. "Sure Lo. Sounds great" He smiled and put it on before wrapping his arm around your shoulder.
Half the pizza is gone, the movie is about a quarter over and you were buried into Logan's shoulder. "Baby?" He asked with clear concern, "We can watch something else." He went to turn the movie off, but you jumped up before he could, "NO!" you let out a nervous giggle and shook your head, "It's just starting to get good, I really want to finish it"
You pulled him back to how he was and reached over to turn the movie back on, "You'll just have to protect me if I get too scared" you said teasingly, but you'd never been more serious before. He chuckled and held you closer than before. As the movie continued, you hid in his chest so he could enjoy his movie, and you could sleep tonight without having nightmares.
4. Going to get costumes
If you thought getting him to the pumpkin patch was hard, this was damn near impossible. You had to use threats, and he knows it's a bluff. It has to be a bluff. But he also knows you, and you are always true to your word, so he's too scared to risk it and just admits defeat.
He gets in the truck and drives you to the local Halloween store. You have him following you around like a puppy. He's honestly too afraid to lose you in this store. There's so many people and so much that they're selling. The store felt very claustrophobic to him, so he just sticks to you.
You pick out a couple's costume (it can be anything, but I like to think of a red riding hood and a wolf lol) and he groans aloud knowing you will have him wearing it for whatever party you drag him to.
As you check out, he listens to you ramble on about going to get tacos, and he just shakes his head and agrees to go get some. You're lucky he loves you so damn much
5. Passing out candy (the one time he was excited)
Today was finally Halloween and sadly you had to work until six, you told Logan the day before that you wouldn't be home in time for the beginning of trick or treating, but you will be home for the rest of it. You showed him exactly where the candy was since you had to hide it from him. "What do you mean you hid candy from me? I built this house there's nowhere to hide candy." He said, nearly pouting. It wasn't his fault he had a sweet tooth, and dammit he deserved some candy.
You clocked out as soon as you possibly could, and as you walked to your car, you went to text Logan, letting him know you were on your way home, but your phone was already dead. You sighed and decided to just head home before the streets got too busy with kids.
As you pull into your driveway, you can see the lights in the house on, and you can hear music playing. Confusing washes over you. With how Logan had been acting all month, you thought he would have the lights off and act like no one was home for trick or treating.
You walk to the door, and your heart swells with the sight in front of you. Logan hadn't noticed you walking in just yet. He was busy giving a toddler dressed up as Cinderella a sucker from the pumpkin bowl that had been sitting on the table completely empty this morning.
Not only did he put the candy meant to be passed out in a tacky looking pumpkin bowl, but he was also bent down to the kids' level to give them their candy. "Don't you look beautiful, princess!" He praised the little one who started giggling at the attention. As you walked closer to the man towering over the little ones, a gasp left your lips before you could think of holding it back. Logan Howlett, a man who acted like Halloween preparation, was torture was.... dressed up?
Tears were close to falling as he turned around. He acted as if nothing was going on, "Hey darlin' how was work?" He asked, closing the front door before walking over to you to kiss the crown of your head. "It-it was good." You stuttered slightly as you took his form in the costume fully in. "Your dressed up" you said, and he nodded "Well yeah, you bought us the costumes" He shrugged, "I thought you wanted me to be dressed up, the kids have been loving it but I did scare a toddler earlier" He frowned deeply "I gave them extra candy." He explained and looked at the bowl that was close to being empty, "Well I've been giving them all extra candy. They've been great costumes, though!" He tried to defend his actions, making you laugh.
"I'll go get my costume on, and you can tell me what I missed while we wait for me, kids." You said as you went to the bedroom to change. When you came out, his heart skipped a beat. To him, you were just so perfect.
For the rest of the night, he sat on the porch with you and filled you in on the costumes you'd missed earlier in the night.
That night, you realized something, Logan may not be excited to do many things that you loved to do, but he would do anything for you.
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HIIIII UR LITERALLY ONE OF MY FAV WRITERS IN TUMBLR and ily so much 💝 i appreciate all your hard work that you poured into your writings, making them perfect to read. i've been obsessed with himbo!joel lately and i have an idea. idk if you've done this before but how ab himbo!joel and piss kink crossover? ignore this if you're feeling that you're not comfortable this ask! 🩷
Nonny, I know you submitted this back in May but this has been top of my mind for so long. When i first read this, I was ELATED because Himbo!Joel's original first draft was actually a piss kink! I went a different direction but I'm sooooo glad you've asked this because i didn't have to throw away the og after all :) Thank you for your patience and please enjoy!
Different Kind of Lovin'
Himbo!Joel Miller x F!Reader
warnings: Piss kink, Mommy kink, himbo!Joel, unprotected sex, peeing inside vagina, sub!Joel, dom-ish!Reader, public sex, slight somnophilia, brief piss drinking
18+ ONLY
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Joel howls as you clench around him, taking a moment to pant like a dog in heat.
He buries his nose into your neck, where it’s safe, where he belongs, as you stroke along his sweated back. “You okay, baby boy?” You coo softly into his ear.
You feel his head nod. “Mkay...” He shivers before kissing your cheek and resuming his thrusts. In, out, up, down, again and again, in ample rhythm. He’s practicing a beat today. There’s a time for wild fucking with the intent to cum his brains out, and there’s a time for slow, sensual, methodical sex, which is something he’s working so well on today.
“You’re doing so good for Mommy today."
He purrs. His hips stutter from excitement, and you feel his cock swell impossibly larger in your swollen, squelching pussy. Joel pauses briefly, collecting himself before returning to his steady pace.
“Mommy,” he hums dangerously. You turn your head to look at him, but he’s still buried into your neck. Almost as if embarrassed by something.
“What is it, baby? It’s okay, you can tell me.”
He grunts again, shaking his head. His pace falters again. Humping in quick, desperate succession. He’s straining hard, fists clenched under your upper back.
You gather his face, and he nearly loses it right there. Your eyes on him, so soft and sincere, and there for him. Always there. Whenever he needs you and whenever he wants you. Even when he doesn’t know it yet. You’re there, you’re here, you’re his.
“Tell me,” you whisper lovingly while stroking along the stubble of his beard.
He gathers his courage. “Mommy. I—um. I need…I need to pee.”
You can laugh. but a small grin cracks at your lips. “Is that it?”
He nods quickly. You realize all the clenching, and the poor rhythm was most likely due to him trying to hold it, as opposed to trying to be steady.
Your smooth calves slink along his taught ass before wrapping around, securing him to you.
“That’s okay, angel,” you nod encouragingly, using your ankles to start rocking his hips back and forth, driving his cock in and out of you again. He moans, pleasure consuming his intuition. “You can do it inside.”
“I-Inside?”
His length pulses excitedly, but he’s trying so hard to act like that didn’t just give him a thrill. As if he can pretend he didn’t think of it before.
“Mhm. You can squirt all your juices into Mommy’s pussy. I want everything you give me. Give me your juices, Joel. Mommy wants to feel your warmth filling her. No matter what it is. Mommy will take it.”
“But—ugh fuck Mommy please don’t squeeze like that—I don’t… wanna pee myself—“
“You’re not gonna pee yourself,” you say sternly. Your hands make their way to his ass, pulling him into you at your own desired pace. He can’t be left to be in control of his desires right now, so you need to take charge, to show him it’s really okay.
To show him what he’s missing out on.
“You’re gonna squirt your piss inside me. It’s gonna be okay. It’ll feel really good honey, I promise.”
“Oh my god,” he cries. His brows are drawn tightly together as he takes your lead. His throbbing member is practically forcing out your sweet pussy juices, making way to fill it with his own brew.
You can barely see straight as he positions his knees to force himself deeper into your womb. Arching your back, Joel holds on tightly, arms tucked below your pits and hands snaked back over your shoulders as his whining increases. The room fills with your hot breaths, Joel’s throaty rasps, and the fastened slap of wet skin.
His voice catches in his throat when it happens. The tingling sensation feels free, and he releases inside of you. He can’t believe it. Can’t comprehend the feeling inside him, inside you right now. Dumping, pouring, squirting and stuffing you to the brim with his massive load of hot urine just shooting out of his cock and safely into your pussy. He never knew it could be this good. you were right, you always are of course, but to think it would amount to the level of pleasure, yet on a different end, as cumming inside you.
“That’s it—that’s my boy—ohhhh honey you had to go a lot didn’t you?” You tease, eyes rolling as you start to shake and cum around his cock. “Oh fuck! Oh baby that’s it. Keep squirting inside me. Fuck you always have big load. Always ready to fill Mommy with your sweet hot juices. Fuck Joel, keep going!”
You quiver as Joel’s mouth still is agape, watching you, having an out of bodied experience himself. He feels another stream, stronger than the last ready to make its way from his bladder to your cunt, and here it comes-- fuck yes!
Hot and wet, his urine plunges out of you in spurts, soaking your ass and the bed below. He pushes in further, feeling his balls and pelvis get soaked with his new juices that his Mommy loves so much. Why had he never peed inside you before? Given the blissed out look on your braindead face, he knows you liked it, you liked it so much. He starts thrusting again, eager to give you more of his warm juices from his body.
The squelch is phenomenal. So hot, hot, hot, sticky and wet all over. Fueled now the he still hasn’t cum. Where his piss ends and your slick begins, he can’t tell, and he loves it. Loves that he’s put something in you that couldn’t be contained, flows out like the love he fills you with each day.
You laugh off his hungry fucking again, no longer caring to practice rhythm. He can rut, hump, piss and cum to his hearts content. So long as he’s buried balls deep inside you, anything he wants to pour into you, he’s eager to put it in.
Eventually, he can’t pee anywhere comfortably unless it’s inside you. Which makes regular day to day routines… slightly more complicated than before.
Like at night, when you’re fast asleep with his cum still sticky and leaking out of you. He fists his cock and slides right in, careful not to stir you. He holds his breath and starts to go, wetting the you and the bed. He passes out in a puddle of his own piss before you can really discipline him.
He finds you without fail, whether you’re in the same house or 5 miles apart. When he needs to go, he gets hard too, and he knows only Mommy can handle that for him.
Pushes you against a wall and grinds his length against your ass. “Mommy,” he hums with a grin. “I need to go, please.”
It’s not really an ask, as he strips your pants down and pushes aside your panties, rolling his bulbous tip against your slit. He doesn’t wait for a reply. Poor thing, probably holding it in all day and doing a little funny dance as he rushed his way to find you and give you his juices.
“Have a big potty for ya today. Almost burst my juice everywhere. Got to ya just in time…”
He pushes in one go, his voice stuttering with a lazy grin. Not even a thrust later and he moaning in content as he pisses inside your hot pussy with even hotter urine. It rapidly spills and trickles down your thighs. Luckily from experience, you had known to discard and kick your pants away when he does this, so the yellow puddle of his liquid forms on the pavement below.
He grips your hips with both meaty paws, grinding his front into your ass as closely as possible. It feels best when his tip can brush along your cervix before spurting out the last of his potty.
“Joel Miller, you have made a mess of me,” you say, shaking your head with a slight smirk.
Rather than feeling any remorse, he returns your grin with an even bigger one of his own, slowly sliding down to his knees while maintaining eyes with you.
He swallows just as you lean back and spread your legs, fingers parting your folds to reveal the shiny translucent drips of his piss still wetting your cunt and down your inner legs.
“Clean me spotless, and I’ll let you piss in Mommy’s ass, and I’ll plug it all day so I keep your love warm for the next time you have to go.”
You never need to ask twice. His tongue is already lapping at your knees, between your thighs and up to your succulent, swollen, precious, pretty pussy. Sucking the little dribble on your clit. Straightening his tongue to dive deep into your entrance before flattening it, stretching your wall and making a slide so his pee and your juices can slide right into his mouth.
He smiles like a stupid, drunk, fantastic boy.
He can’t wait to put his piss in your ass next.
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