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releasing-my-insanity · 5 months ago
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Photos by Ros Clarke, Moorside Holiday Farm Cottage, and Tom Holmes Photography.
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moaninmoonen · 4 months ago
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My last night in my legendary apartment! WHERE IT ALL BEGAN!!!
#Dec 19. 2019#Xmas#Enjoying my final stay in my legendary “Terrors of the Night” apartment. I've lived around since then but I miss this place...#It was perfect for me. Facing east so I would have natural light all day but no sunset glare in the evenings...#3rd and top floor so no one above me for smoke and no neighboring balcony for privacy...#You could walk out in the middle of the afternoon butt ass naked because I had lattice covering the balcony railing. It was dope...#I haven't felt truly at home since then even though I had technically been evicted for noise...#Didn't even get to throw a farewell party because I had gotten my notice earlier this day and was given 2 days to get my shit out...#I have realized apartments are just not for me anyway hahahah...#The memories here. One time I locked myself out on the balcony in the middle of the night and had to scale down 3 floors...#So then I learned how to pick locks and tried it again on purpose in order to free myself just for fun...#The time I crawled out of my (massive master bedroom) window and shimmied across the roof ledge back to my balcony as a dare...#Would have been a 3 story fall...#At this point I had already filmed “Sleepwalker” and “Training Night” but it was only this day I finally made my YouTube channel “Jason Vi”#Truth is this was a time that I was at a fork in the road and it was a bit depressing leaving this place. It had gotten me off the street..#That was then and this is now...#Subscribe. You are not ready...
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spiritsdiary · 4 months ago
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— FIRST DATE with TYLER OWENS
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you had made the mistake of issuing a challenge to tyler owens: “impress me.”
and tyler owens would be damned if he backed down from a challenge.
so he got you flowers and brought you along to thursday rodeos with his crew, and he must have talked to your mama too, because how else he could’ve figured out where to get your favorite pie was beyond you.
“nothing ever throws you off, does it?” you asked him the fifth time he showed up at your door, armed with a box of pie and that damn smile.
he had simply shrugged before reciting his stupid mantra at you. “if you feel it, chase it.”
he laughed when you shut the door in his face. you’d be lying if you said weren’t laughing yourself when you opened the box, grabbed a fork, and dug in, the dessert tasting a little sweeter than usual.
while it was nice, you’d grow bored of this routine eventually, and tyler seemed to know that, too. but he had an idea, and while it was stupid as all hell, he was willing to take his chances.
you barely pulled the door open when he spoke.
“i wanna take you out tonight.” well. that was new.
“it’s not thursday,” was all you could think to say in response.
“i know a spot,” he’d said, completely unfazed, with a cheeky wink and a tip of his hat, and really, you should’ve known what he meant.
because why wouldn’t you now find yourself in the passenger seat of tyler’s truck as he veers off the road directly towards a tornado?
“tyler owens, are you crazy?!” you exclaim, the only response being a bout of wild laughter as he throttles it even faster. “you better not be filming this!”
“you kiddin’?” he gestures to the cameras mounted above the windshield. “don’t worry, this’ll be just for us. we can look back on this in ten years and laugh.”
“if we live,” you mumble to yourself, glad of the wind, rain, and tyler’s blaring radio.
he looks at you for a moment, though, a flicker of concern in his eyes. “you ready?”
you don’t even have to think about your answer. “hell yeah, tornado wrangler.”
“‘s what i like to hear, baby,” he says, rolling to a stop in the middle of the field. “and now… we wait.”
“next time, just say you wanna drive me into a tornado.”
“next time?” he raises his eyebrows at you as he flips a few switches and anchors the truck.
“you’re insane,” you laugh, shaking your head.
“i’m startin’ to think that you like that about me,” he replies, nodding to the tornado only feet away as he makes sure your harness is secure. “better hold on to somethin’.”
you should be scared, but when you grab on to tyler’s hand, fueled by adrenaline and exhilaration, you just feel a sudden calm. like you belong here, with him, in his truck, getting hit head on by a tornado.
and maybe that’s why you let him kiss you.
the tornado swirls around the truck, the wind screaming so loudly you can barely hear his music, and you lean into him even though the harness digs into your shoulders. his kiss is gentle, respectful, and you can feel him smiling as you kiss him back, only pulling away to touch your forehead to his.
the winds of the tornado rock the truck, debris pelting the outside, but you’re too wrapped up in tyler to even care. you breathe him in until the sound of the storm begins to dissipate and the beating of your heart fades in your ears.
“you can open your eyes, sweetheart,” he whispers, watching as you lean back into your seat.
his voice spurs you into action, laughing as you undo your harness and jump out of the truck. he’s quick to follow you, smiling proudly as you let out a loud whoop.
“told you i knew a spot.”
“tyler owens…” you say his name again, slowly turning to look at him where he leans against his truck, arms folded across his chest.
“yeah?”
you could blame his tight jeans, or his backwards cap, or that damn smile of his for what you do next, but in the end you do it solely because you want to.
because you want him.
you run up to him, your hand bumping against the brim of his cap as you throw your arms around his neck, and kiss him, pressing him back against the hood.
and when his hands take hold of your hips, his mouth insistent against yours, you know that however you challenge him, he’ll always be crazy enough to impress you.
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good evening twisters/tyler owens nation, i am officially throwing my hat in the ring 🥰
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heartfullofleeches · 6 months ago
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Ghost Hunter Reader: Look, Tobi! I found this cursed VHS tape online- The listing says if you watch it you'll be cursed with terrible nightmares before the ghost trapped inside comes to get you. Let's watch it and film what happens!
[Tobi [Yan camera man] holds a thumb up in approval]
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[Later that night as they rest in bed, Reader tosses and turns in their sleep - sweat beading down their face. Tobi places a kiss to their forehead, causing them to fall still almost instantly. The TV at the end of Reader's bed flickers on as Tobi covers them back up with the blankets. Tobi pulls a knife and fork from the kitchen out of their pockets as a shadow crawls from the screen]
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Ghost Hunter Reader: It was really strange, Tobi- My dream started off as a nightmare, but then everything just went dark. Did you see anything in your dreams last night?
[Tobi shakes their head - clearly chewing on something as their jaws move subtly]
Ghost Hunter Reader: Darn. Must've been another scam. I'm glad you're okay though. What are you eating anyway, Tobi?
Tobi - through text: I think its name was Jack.
Ghost Hunter Reader: Jack? Like flapjacks? You made pancakes without me?!
Tobi: Yes. I was waiting for you to wake up so yours would be fresh off the pan. I'll make them for you now. :)
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kleine-joost · 3 months ago
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Whine & Dine 18+ MDNI
Joost Klein x Fem!Reader
a/n: this too me way too long to write!! i tried to make it smutty but i just can't help writing cute fluff :)
WARNINGS: joost being a MUNCH, reader is AFAB, uuuhhh smoking?, there's a 'good girl' in there too
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You’d always loved the process of getting ready for a first date. Choosing the perfect outfit, making sure your hair looked effortless, yet tamed, and the shot of liquid courage right before you stepped out the door, oftentimes it was more enjoyable than the actual dates you went on.
Either the guy couldn’t hold a conversation to save his life, or he forgot to mention one tiny detail like he was still living with his ex, or he’d make a comment about how you weren’t afraid to eat in front of a man. Your love life was a long string of red flags and ghostings. But you always persevered.
Tonight felt like a good night for you; you had a pep in your step and you were feeling confident. The guy seemed nice enough in the short conversations you’d had on the dating app where you matched. He was one of those sensitive, creative types, and he looked just gorgeous in his photos.
The restaurant you were meeting at was only a short walk from your apartment, so you made it there with plenty of time to spare.
You’d never been, but you must’ve walked past it a hundred times. The place always gave off vibes that were just a bit too cool for you, with its ornate lettered sign and rooftop bar open every weekend in the summer that blasted lo-fi beats that echoed through the streets.
Walking in, you were shocked at how cold it was inside. You felt goosebumps prick up all over and a shiver went down your spine. The room was quite loud, the sound of knives and forks clattering on plates and lively chatter disoriented you for a second–or maybe that was the tequila shot finally kicking in.
You saw the golden hair at the bar just by the entrance. A flash of excitement jumped through you as you approached. 
“Joost?” You asked tentatively, partly to not frighten him and partly to soften the blow if you’d picked out the wrong person at the bar.
He turned around and you got a good look at his face in the glinted orange light of the restaurant, highlighted with blue neon that shone over the bar. He looked…different in three dimensions. Seeing him properly had you smile, as he smiled back at and stood to give you a polite, short hug.
“You’re early!” He laughed. Oh, his laugh.
You chuckled. “You can’t talk!”
“I like to be prepared!” He feigned offence.
You let out a giggle, the kind of giggle normally only saved for when young girls talk to their schoolyard crush–you weren’t quite sure how you conjured it.
You were relieved when the conversation flowed so easily over dinner. You talked about friends and films and your teenage years. You’d learnt Joost was a musician–he was actually doing quite well for himself on that front–and though his songs didn’t really seem like your scene, you made a mental note to listen to a couple at least, he was so passionate when he was talking about his music influences growing up, it sparked inspiration for you to branch out.
You both finished your meals and they’d been taken away by a very sleep-deprived looking busboy…but you just didn’t want the night to end. And you felt like you’d gotten to know Joost well, but you didn’t know him that well. What would he think about you if you wanted to keep the night going?
You dwelled on the thought as you paid–well he paid, much to your protests– and both made your way onto the street outside. The sun had gone down now and streetlamps let off a soft aura every ten feet down the road.
Joost immediately took a cigarette packet out of the pocket of his jeans and placed one between his lips–lips that you had stared at far too much during the evening–before holding out the packet to you with raised eyebrows, silently asking if you wanted one. You grabbed the box and took one out, along with the bright green, plastic lighter in the packet as well. You tried to light it a couple times, but the spark on the lighter wouldn’t catch. Joost saw you struggling. 
“Sorry, it’s a bit old, you have to shake it a bit before you light it,” he said with the unlit cigarette still between his lips and his hands stuffed into his pockets.
You shook it a few times and tried it again…and nothing.
“Here…” He took a step towards you and grabbed the lighter, shaking it a few times and lighting it immediately. He held the flame to the end of your cigarette. “I’ve got the magic touch.”
You both stood on the pavement outside the still-bustling restaurant in a comfortable silence. Between drags on your cigarette, you snuck looks at him leaning against a small planter across from you, he always managed to catch you looking.
“So, uh, did you drive here?” He asked, breaking the silence.
“Walked, just live down the way…” You pointed to your right, to the direction of your apartment building. 
“Nice, nice…” He trailed off.
“Um,” you stuttered out, getting his attention again. “Would you mind…walking me home? If it’s not too much trouble, it’s just that it’s dark and…”
“Sure,” he said, cutting you off with a smile.
You breathed a sigh of relief. You were always very street smart, and you were pretty good at picking up on if someone was dodgy or not. There was just something about Joost that made you trust him, he seemed very honest, and you saw how his hands shook when you first met; you knew he was just as nervous as you.
As you walked, you continued to chat–just smalltalk mostly, he was telling a story about his friends from school. His face lit up when he spoke about the things he loved, you could tell he had so much passion about music and his friends and art. 
You didn’t notice that along the walk, you both slowly started to drift towards each other, not until your fingers lightly brushed against each other. Without hesitation, he grabbed your hand, fingers firmly intertwined with yours. And he never even faltered in conversation, but you saw his smile as you held onto him–a smile you returned.
Eventually you made it to the front of your building. As you slowed your heart hurt just a bit that the night was coming to an end.
You both stood in silence for a moment, you’d let go of his hand now and your palm was much too cold.
“Well…” You started. “I should…”
Joost nodded. If you weren’t so wrapped up in your melancholy you would’ve noticed the same look of sadness in his eyes.
“This was really fun though,” you continued. “We should do this again sometime.”
He smiled, you could for sure get used to that smile. “Yeah, I’ll text you when I’m free so we can get a drink somewhere or something.”
“Sounds good,” you grinned back at him, another moment of silence. “Get home safe.”
He nodded, then leant forward with his arms open. This hug was…stronger than the quick, polite one in the restaurant, you were truly engulfed in him this time, you could smell the cologne he was wearing; something warm and homely, but not like the kind that smelt like food, you couldn’t quite put your finger on it exactly though.
You didn’t want to let go, locking your hands around his waist. You couldn’t say how long you both stood in that embrace, it was like time stopped as you were taken up by him. You turned your head to look at him, he was looking at you.
Without too much thought to convince you against it, you closed the gap between your faces.
His lips were softer than you thought they would be, and his mustache didn’t tickle your face like you assumed it would have. Joost deepened the kiss, placing a gentle hand on the side of your neck. He was being so gentle, like you could’ve shattered under his touch. But you were hungry, you wished it would last forever, getting totally and utterly lost in him.
Once you had pulled away for a proper breath your bodies separated, you weren’t quite sure what to say.
“I should get going,” he said, breaking the silence.
You nodded. “Good night, Joost.”
“‘Night.”
You began to walk towards your building, a smile on your face that you couldn’t even try to hide. You entered the code to get in the front door and opened it, looking back to where Joost was standing. He wasn’t making any effort to walk away, he was just standing, watching you with a smile much like yours.
In a moment of unfound confidence you spoke, not even registering what you were saying as it left your lips. “Would you like to come up for a drink?”
It was a loaded question, you knew it and he knew it. But the aching between your legs wouldn’t let you get embarrassed by your forwardness.
He silently followed you into the building, grabbing your hand that held the heavy, tinted glass door for him as he stepped over the precipice. No words were shared as you waited for the elevator; his warm hand spoke enough, lightly tracing the end of his thumb over the back of your hand.
The elevator was empty apart from you two, and it seemed almost to halt to a stop as it slowly chugged up to the seventh floor where your quaint one bedroom apartment was. You leant against the cool metal wall opposite the doors, Joost was doing the same next to you.
There was an air of…anticipation surrounding you, mixed with excitement, and a little apprehensiveness. You looked at Joost, this was one of the first times you’d looked at him when he wasn’t looking at you, you could truly look at him now, really perceive him. You noticed the bags under his eyes, and how the colour of his eyebrows transitioned from a deep gold to almost pure white. He told you over dinner that he was bullied in school for the way he looked, and you could understand why–kids are cruel–but he looked perfect to you.
He caught you staring out the corner of his eye, he smirked at you. You let out a low chuckle as heat rose to your cheeks when he turned to look at you.
“You look nice,” you said in a low whisper.
“Nice?” He feigned confusion.
“Like you look kind, that sort of nice,” you continued. “Also you just…have a nice face.”
He showed off a proud smile.
Your apartment was warm, you’d left a window cracked open and the August air crept its way in over the course of the evening. Joost watched as you hung up your jacket by the door, pulled off your boots and dropped your keys on your small, cluttered dining table. He wasn’t sure what to do–or even how to stand–as you stepped into your tiny kitchen and opened the fridge.
“I have…some orange wine, but it’s not very good, or I have pear juice.” You looked up at him, fidgeting in his spot near the front door. “You can hang up your jacket, take off your shoes if you like.”
“Thanks,” he smiled, then slipped his sneakers off and took off his jacket. For the first time you saw all his tattoos, his arms were littered with little scrawled drawings. You wondered if each of them had a meaning, you would love to hear the stories behind them all. “Uh, I’ll have some pear juice.”
You sprung to action, grabbing two mis-matched glasses from your cabinet and pouring the juice into each of them. Joost followed you as you carefully stepped towards your sofa–so you didn’t spill any of the sticky juice onto your floor.
“Your place is nice,” he commented once you were both comfortably sitting on the sofa–at a distance.
“Thanks…” You looked around at the white walls that were decorated with framed posters of a couple of your favourite films. “It’s good for now.”
“It’s a home…” There was a look of melancholy in Joost’s eyes, it made you wonder. “I travel a lot, so I’m not really home a lot.”
You nodded, taking a sip.
“I can see you in here though, it’s-uh-it’s very you,” he continued, a small smile on his lips.
Something about Joost seeing you in your home–your haven–made you smile. He’d been so attentive over dinner, and it made you happy to think he was listening to you, understanding you.
“You’re very sweet,” you said after a short moment of silence. You’d noticed that silence was comfortable with Joost, you didn’t feel the painful urge to have to fill every second with a new question or an unrelated story. Conversation just felt so natural with him.
He turned away, pressing his face into his shoulder at that. You saw his cheeks redden. Part of you loved how the smallest compliment made his blush so much, you hoped you’d be able to give him more, deeper compliments just to see what he would do.
You were feeling brave. You placed your glass of the coffee table and slithered towards him on the sofa, placing a light hand on his knee. His skin was hot. He looked back towards you as you grabbed the glass from his hand and placed it next to yours.
“Is this okay?” You asked in a low voice.
Joost didn’t reply, just placing a gentle hand on the side of your neck and leaning forward to kiss you. This kiss wasn’t like your sweet, goodnight kiss outside, there was a subtext to it. You quickly opened your lips, letting your tongues meet. He pulled you closer so your chests were pressed together. You skin felt too hot, you were sweating even as a breeze blew in through the open window next to you.
You parted, quickly pulling your blouse over your head in hopes you’ll cool off. You saw Joost’s eyes widen, looking down at your body. His mouth was immediately back on yours, wet and messy as your hand returned to his knee before slowly inching further and further up his thigh. You pressed your fingertips into his flesh, getting a low moan from him.
He began to press kisses down your neck, settling just below your collarbone. You felt his teeth over the soft skin, and the pressure of him sucking. No doubt there’d be a bruise there later.
“Joost,” you slowly whispered.
“Hmm?” He replied, placing more wet kisses over your chest.
You had to think before you spoke, you could barely string a sentence together with how bothered his wandering hands were making you. “C-can you…”
“Tell me, baby.”
“I want you to eat me out.” You pulled his face off your chest to look you in the eyes. “Please.”
He smirked, pressing your shoulders back until you were laying on the sofa. He quickly peeled your jeans off your hips and down your legs, discarding them on the floor before leaning down to place a gentle kiss at your belly button, then a little lower, and a little lower again. 
Once he finally mouthed over your clothed pussy, you were so lightheaded you could barely think straight.
He slowly pulled your panties down your legs, seeing just how much you were dripping. He couldn’t hide the smile plastered across his face at the thought of you so hot and bothered by him.
“You’re so sexy,” he whispered, lowering his face to your pussy and placing a light kiss to your clit.
You were so sensitive, you instantly cowered away from his touch. But he grabbed your hips to hold you in place. It felt like the room went cold, with goosebumps raising all over your skin.
You noticed that Joost was watching you, just for a second, though he just looked back to your core once he realised you’d caught him staring. He dove in.
You would’ve thought he hadn’t had dinner with how…passionate he was. He wasn’t letting up, listening to every direction you gave him; ‘lower’ or ‘more fingers’, and a ‘don’t stop’.
Before you knew it, you felt weightless as he drew you into orgasm. It wasn’t like when you did it yourself, you finally understood all those cheesy romance novels talking about seeing stars, because you had a whole galaxy in your eyes.
It took you a few minutes to come down from the high. Joost helped you through it, bringing you back down to Earth with gentle rubs over your hips and a ‘good girl’ thrown in for good measure.
Once you finally caught your breath, you spoke. “I don’t do this all the time, by the way.”
“Do what?” His eyebrows furrowed.
“This.” You gestured to, well, your still-naked body on your couch. You would’ve been feeling self conscious if you didn’t just have one of the best orgasms of your life. “I don’t want you to think I’m a slut or anything.”
He laughed. “Leifje, if you’re a slut, I am too.”
His laugh brightened the room, it eased you. 
“Well, we haven’t gotten to you yet, have we?”
xxx
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tastesousweet · 7 months ago
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⭒ blurb : calling hamzah your “friend”
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bf!hamzah x poc!reader
summary : headcannons/blurb based on the tiktok trend of calling your partner “friend”
mickey speaks : since ppl really liked my first lil blurb imma just play out all my tt fantasies with our fake bf :D also pls send me any hamzah reqs my brain is very empty lmfao!!!!
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you prop your phone up against the vase of flowers on your dining room table, capturing both you and hamzah in frame.
“guysss!! look my friend brought me takeout hibachi for dinner tonight!” you squeal and lift the styrofoam box to show off your meal.
hamzah doesn’t catch it the first time, he’s honestly tweaking because he stopped to get you both dinner right after the gym.
he feels starved but maintains composure and a smile for your tiktok bit
“i just got the basic fried rice, veggies, and chicken. i think my friend got the same, hamzah what’d you get?”
his eyebrows pinch in confusion for a second, “uh yeah, i got the same as you.”
“okay first bites! i’ll have my friend go first” you can’t help but smile when you grab the phone and start to record hamzah, but he’s paused holding his fork in the air.
“why do you keep saying that?” he softly asks through a laugh.
“what?”
“callin’ me your friend?”
“are we not friends...?" "i mean yeah sure but like not just that?" "you're confusing me, just take your bite please we’re gonna run out of time on this”
he nods his head compliantly and exaggerates a hum of “mmm!” after his bite before taking your phone to film yours.
“okay friend, your turn!” he loudly mocks with a wide grin.
you try not to laugh while taking a bite yourself
“it's actually so good, i needed this right now.”
you now record the both of you, “okay my friend and i are gonna finish this and then we’ll be back with more bestie activities!”
as soon as you say 'friend' again hamzah leaves the frame to chuckle through the amount of food in his mouth.
“right, best friend?” you urge some more
he swallows and pettily glances from side to side, “where's the best friend at???”
“okay he’s trippin’ but we’ll be back”
you're both in your bathroom now, hamzah reads over the packaging of two sheet face masks while you pull your hair away from your face with a fuzzy cat-eared headband.
"'kay, now we're gonna do these face masks together, because hamzah’s such a good friend!” you hold and rub his arm.
he puffs his lips and closes his eyes in defeat while shaking his head, “stop,” he looks down at you, noticing your headband, “that’s cute,” he flicks one of the cat ears on your headband.
“you look like one of those get ready with me girls; you'd be like,” he mockingly pretends to push his hair back, “‘get ready with me to lie on the internet!’”
you laugh with him and add to the joke as well, "get ready with me to kill my boy-friend! my friend!" your eyes widen and you try hide the embarrassment.
hamzah quite literally points and laughs, "look at you! even you know you're a damn lie! girl, get outta here!"
cuts to a clip where it’s just hamzah talking to your phone as he shifts the mask around on his face, “i don’t even know if i’m doin’ this right, bruh.” he looks into the camera, “oh hell nah, i look crazy!”
“it feels so weird…” he taps at the slick, cold mask some more before coming close to the camera again, “guys im having a fucking identity crisis. why’s my girlfriend gaslighting me right now?"
“like, i didn’t even know that girls knew how to do that…comment down below right now and give me tips on how to understand women.”
“okay i found one, look how cute!” you’re back and holding another fuzzy headband with a bow in the middle.
hamzah laughs, “i love you, but im not wearing that.”
in the next clip of course he’s wearing it, “aw don't we look so cute?”
finally cuts to a clip of you later that night throwing yourself next to him in bed and flipping the camera to record him as he plays candy crush, curled under the comforter. “hi babbyyyyy! i was joking about the friend thing i know you’re my boyfriend.”
“i know you know i’m your boyfriend,” he distractedly mumbles, laying on his side while continuing to move his thumb around his phone screen.
you flip the camera once more as you wrap an arm around him and squish your face on top of his hooded head. he looks into the camera and smirks to himself when he sees your sweet face.
he sticks his tongue out obnoxiously, yells “goodnight vlog!!!” and covers your phone's camera with his hand forcing a loud cackle out of you.
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mattphobiia · 9 months ago
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SOFT.
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disclaimer: smut smut smut smut smut smut thats all im gonna say^_^ m!receiving, f!receiving, soft!dom matt x sub!reader lowkey
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my favourite part of the day was always at noon when matt got back home after filming his daily content with his brothers, my prepared dinner on the dining table for us as he practically swings the door open and pulls me into a tired hug and kisses me everywhere. most of the time we mainly chilled in bed either scrolling on our phones or watching movies, but tonight felt so different.
usually when i was alone in the house, i would crave for matt's presence and it always made me feel turned on, but ever since i had been dating him i could never get off by myself which always made me feel a desire for his touch. it seemed so insane on how desperate i was for him, practically begging for him to come home just so i could keep sane.
"hi baby." matt whispers in my ear, making me jump as i didnt hear him come inside. i immediately wrap my arms around his neck before he held me in his arms like a baby. "miss me?"
i bury my face into his neck before responding with a small nod, making him laugh as he kisses the top of my head before walking over to the table, attempting to place me down onto the chair but failed.
"come on, you need to eat." he sighs, stroking the back of my head while he sits down in his chair, now placing me onto his lap as he looked up at me.
i shake my head in response, leaning my head against his shoulder. "i don't want the food, i want you."
"not yet, eat dinner first and then we can." he says, pressing a small kiss onto the tip of my nose. "i promise."
"okay." i sigh, slowly getting off him as i sat down in my own chair next to him, listening to him as he spoke about his eventual day whilst i try to quickly shove all this food down my mouth.
"slow down! you're going to be sick baby." matt laughs, holding onto my hand as he places my fork down onto the plate, his other hand slowly drifting to my thigh. "i know you're excited, but take your time."
"please matt..." i groan, leaning my head back as i let out a frustrated sigh. "i can't wait any longer!"
"yes you can, just take your time and we can go to the bedroom as soon as you are finished." he says, his cold rings pressed against my skin before i nod. "good girl." he whispers, planting a soft kiss onto my cheek as i resume back to eating, crossing my legs under the table to avoid the tingling sensation in between my thighs.
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"alright baby, come on." matt giggles before holding his arms out as i practically pounced onto him. he began to walk to the bedroom while i was mid way kissing him all over his neck, sucking gently as he released a heavy groan from his mouth.
he practically threw me onto the bed when he swung open the door, quickly stripping himself as i done the same, laying my head on the pillow as he lowered himself between me, his cold hands held my thighs as he pushed my legs open. i felt myself whine while his index finger dragged agonisingly slow against my folds, almost making me scream.
"matt, please!" i begged, my back arching off the bed as i held a fistful of the bedsheets. "oh my- fuck! i can't handle it..."
"patience." he whispered, a huge smirk plastered on his face before he swiped his tongue against my clit, the sudden motion making me moan loudly and jolt upwards.
he began to laugh at me, slowly bringing his mouth down fully as he flicked his tongue slowly, beginning to pick up the pace as he looked up to me, my facial expressions contorting while my eyes rolled to the back of my head. i let go of the sheets, instead grabbing onto matt's fluffy hair, pulling him to get closer as he could before crying out at the pleasure. i felt my whole body radiate with sexual frustration, almost needing more.
"matt!" i groan, trying to speak but no words or sentences would form. "i- need more! please!"
"like this?" he questions, shoving his index and middle finger into me without warning making me struggle to breathe. "so needy, but such a good girl. hm?"
i nod in response, feeling my stomach tighten as everything throbbed, i didn't know how much longer i could hold off. my orgasm began to build up, his mouth sucking harshly on my clit, his fingers moving at rapid speeds inside of me, and the view of him grinding against the edge of the bed was enough for me. both of my hands flew to his head, pushing him closer before i finally finished, soaking his face and fingers as i felt him smile against my skin. i released my grip as i flopped backwards exhaustedly into the pillows, matt rising as his hands caressed my lower back.
"you alright, sweetheart?" he asks innocently, a devilish smirk displaying on his face as he peers down to look at me. instead, i only turn around to face him, impulsively jumping onto him as i held him back, placing myself between his knees while i press small kisses onto his cock, making him squirm as he bites his cheek.
his head dropped as i lowered my mouth onto his cock, hearing him let out a soft moan before looking down to me, putting his hand against my cheek as he winces at the sensation. his droopy eyes became desperate, wanting way more than he could ever desire. the further down i went, the more it began to hit the back of my throat repeatedly almost making me gag. a couple tears rolled down my cheek as i squeezed on his thigh trying not to choke as i fastened my pace. his moans became more needy as he thrusted upwards, somehow reaching deeper down my throat, until i felt his warm liquid shoot inside my mouth, almost overflowing. once he managed to stop, i slowly took it out from my mouth before swallowing his semen and beginning to cough.
"you done so good." he pants, now laying with his back against the bed as i grab his boxers and assist him with putting them back on. "god im so tired!" he groans, lifting his hips up to help me as he sits up again.
"i know baby, let me put my clothes on and we can chill for the rest of the night." i say, his eyes lighting up before he nodded, now getting underneath the covers as he watched me intently.
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a/n: screaming crying throwing up. writing this made me literally giggle and blush like crazy i hope u enjoy this:3 STAWWP I NEED TO WRITE MORE SMUT BC THIS SHIT IS SO FUN TO WRITE usually when i used to read some fics i cringed so bad but theres some really good ones on here now so like🤗 yeeees also back at work for a whole 7 days no break so i might not post for awhile unless i get last minute ideas or post some drafts LOVE U ALL
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meazalykov · 26 days ago
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scenes of envy
sydney lohmann x actress!reader
summary: seeing you so affectionate with someone else doesn't sit right with sydney, even if it really wasn't you.
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you’re sitting on the hotel bed in new york, flipping through your script for the latest press interviews when your phone buzzes with a message from sydney. 
you smile and open it, expecting her usual sweet texts about how she misses you. but instead, it’s short:
just watched the new episode with laura. great job, babe.
the words seem normal enough, but you can feel something underneath them, something unsaid. you can almost picture her sitting there, awkwardly watching that make-out scene between your character, dina, and your costar‘s character, ellie. 
you can guess how she might have shifted uncomfortably, maybe biting her lip while laura sat beside her, completely engrossed in the show.
you quickly type back, 
thanks, liebe! only two weeks until i’m back in munich ❤️ i miss you.
as the night goes on and you think back to her message, the subtle weirdness of it lingers. sydney knows what your job entails. she knew it before the two of you even got serious, that being with an actress meant dealing with things like this—intimate scenes that are just part of the job. 
still, there’s that lingering feeling of jealousy in her text, and you know it’s probably bothering her more than she lets on.
when you finally get back to munich, sydney is waiting at the airport with her usual bright smile, but you can tell something’s on her mind. 
she pulls you into a tight hug, holding on a little longer than usual, as if grounding herself in your presence after weeks apart.
later, the two of you are sitting in your shared apartment, catching up over a quiet dinner when sydney glances at you, her eyes dancing with something playful but still a little vulnerable.
“so… dina and ellie, huh?” she says with a teasing smirk, but the edge in her voice makes you pause. 
“you’re really good at pretending to make out with someone.”
you laugh, rolling your eyes as you set down your fork. 
“pretending, babe. it’s all just pretend. you know that.”
she leans back in her chair, the smirk fading as she looks down at her plate. 
“i know. i do. i mean, i signed up for this when i started dating an actress,” she says, her voice a little softer now. 
“but it’s still weird seeing you with someone else like that, even if it’s just acting.”
you stand up, walking over to her and taking her hand. she looks up at you with that slight hint of jealousy in her eyes. 
“syd, it’s not real,” you say, your thumb brushing over her knuckles.
“i don’t even talk to her outside of work, except for scenes with the show. you’re the only one i care about. you know that.”
she squeezes your hand, but you can tell the reassurance helps only a little. jealousy isn’t always rational, but you’ve been away for a while, and you get it. 
“yeah, i know,” she says with a small smile. “it’s just…laura was so into it, and i was sitting there like, ‘y/n’s kissing someone else on my tv right now.’ it’s weird, okay?”
you laugh softly and lean down, kissing her cheek. 
“you’re cute when you’re jealous, you know that?”
“i’m not jealous,” she mutters, but the blush creeping up her cheeks says otherwise.
you grin, wrapping your arms around her from behind, resting your chin on her shoulder. “i love you, sydney. you, not my costar, not anyone else. just you.”
"besides, 90% of the time we aren't really doing anything. there are choreographers that teach us how to film intimate scenes without actually being intimate at all."
finally, she turns her head, giving you a proper smile, and you know she believes you. it’s not easy being apart for so long, and you know the show adds some complications. 
at the end of the day, it’s always been the two of you, and that’s never going to change.
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✶ dedicated — hamzahthefantastic x reader
SUMMARY: after a year of dating, you plan on celebrating with your boyfriend but things go a different way.
WARNINGS: nsfw content so MDNI!!! established relationship, reader and hamzah don't live together, miscommunication, angst, fluff, and some more idk
A/N: thank you so much for 100 followers & for all the love on my works!!! this is the longest shit i've ever written AND listen to dance for you by beyonce by the end if u can!!!
WORD COUNT: 2.2k
you woke up to the sound of your boyfriend's soft snores. his arms were wrapped around you, legs tangled with yours, and the sheets barely covering your bodies. 
you slowly turn to face him, not wanting to stir him awake. his mouth was slightly parted. you place a hand on his cheek, tracing his cheekbone then his jaw. 
minutes after, you place a peck on his cheek then you try your best to get out of bed as fast and quiet as possible. he stirred in his sleep a bit at the loss of your body but still he remained asleep. 
you left the kitchen and made brunch for you. 
recently, hamzah hasn't been coming over to your place and would be busy with editing and work. you both would be sleeping at different times and by morning, you'd always find his arms wrapped around you or his head tucked into your shoulder. 
you were fine with it. both of you always put your career first before everything else, wanting the best for each other and your futures.
but today — it was a very special day. 
it was your anniversary and hopefully, nothing would get ahead of it. 
as you were placing the pancakes on the cake, your bedroom door opens and reveals your boyfriend. his hair messy and eyes still half-closed. 
a smile graces your face as he comes to your view. "hi baby," you greet before returning back to cooking. 
he walks to where you were and wraps his arms around your waist, head finding its way to your shoulder. 
"so today, i was planning to meet there at 8?" you told him while you turned the stove off. he hums in response before speaking.
"i think i have to film with martin at that time... but i'm not entirely sure yet." 
you let out a sigh, untangling yourself from his arms before taking a fork and knife and placing it on his plate. "martin again?" an eyebrow was slightly cocked at him before you went over to sit on the stools by your counter. 
he didn't know what that meant but proceeded to ignore the comment and have breakfast with you. 
it was quiet for a moment, then when you finished breakfast, you quickly got ready for work and bid goodbye to your boyfriend. 
the whole day at work, you've spoken to your co-workers about having to leave earlier than usual so you could prepare for your anniversary dinner with your boyfriend.
hamzah on the other hand... 
"martin! help me please!" he shouted as gave his friend the controller. 
they were currently filming a video and playing until dawn for the upcoming week. martin did the controls while hamzah yapped his ear off until he asked about the time. 
"it's like 9, why? are you celebrating something today?" he asked, both their eyes focused on the screen. 
hamzah wasn't completely sure as to why you guys were meeting up at 8 pm today. he thought about it the whole day. 
"i don't actually know... but i have to go now." the curly-haired boy stood up from his seat, ready to leave until mandy entered the apartment, eyes immediately falling on their recurring guest. "hamzah, what the hell are you doing here?" she said as she took her shoes off. 
"uhhh..." 
"isn't it you and y/n's first anniversary today?" then everything clicks. he doesn't even bother saying goodbye to the couple, immediately leaving to go to their favorite restaurant to see if you were still there. 
the worker said you had left 20 minutes ago. he mentally cursed himself.
he drove to your apartment building as fast as he could. once he arrived, he rang your doorbell and knocked on your door multiple times. you were so sure it would've gotten your neighbors worried. 
yet, you stayed. you stayed in your bedroom like how you stayed in that restaurant, waiting for him to arrive.
"y/n, i know you can hear me. i'm sorry, please open the door." his voice was muffled. 
you could still hear him knocking on your door even after 20 minutes. it seemed like he wasn't going to give up. so you get up from your bed and unlocked your door. 
when it swung open, your eyes were a bit red, sniffling softly as you faced him. guilt was running through his veins at the sight of you crying over him on your anniversary. 
"i'm sorry babe, i got caught with youtube-"
"no hamzah, it's always youtube and i see it now. i see what's more important." you cut him off. your arms were crossed and eyebrows knitted.
"i-it will always be youtube first before me right?" you choked as you said the words, tears welling up in your eyes. 
his eyes soften when tears start to fall down, reaching out to wipe them but you move away from his touch and flinch at his hand coming close to you. 
there was a pause between you two. hamzah opens his mouth to speak until he hears you sniffle. 
"i'm sorry y/n," was the only thing he could get out, feeling his heart fall to the pit of his stomach when you finally looked up at him. "i'll make it up to you i promise." his hands reached to hold yours, placing soft pecks.
you look at him blankly, trying your best to not give in and wrap your arms around him. 
"go home, hamzah." 
it's been three days since you've last seen hamzah. 
he knew you would always want space after every fight but he didn't know how much space you wanted this time. the image of you crying in front of him remained in his mind. he knew he messed up badly.
and so, the past few days, he would leave a fresh bouquet of flowers outside your apartment door and send a paid delivery of your favorite food. he also sent you good morning/night messages and would still update you on his whereabouts.
the small gestures made you miss him more. 
both your absences in your lives had left a void and made the two of you feel empty. 
you end up calling him and he tells you to come over to his place and to wear the dress he didn't get to see and that he'll be fetching you at 8.
the day went quickly and here you were, waiting outside your apartment building. 
when hamzah arrived, he immediately got out of the car and opened your door for you. 
the drive to his apartment was faster than you expected. the two of you didn't speak in the car the entire time, wanting to save everything when you were at his place. 
when he parked the car, he didn't get out of it yet. taking a deep breath then turning to look at you. the dress you wore exposed your thighs with the big slit it had on the side and it hugged you perfectly. 
it drove him insane. you could feel his eyes on you, so you looked up at him. "something wrong?" you asked teasingly, a smirk making its way to your face. 
hamzah cleared his throat before looking away from you. "nothing, let's go." you got out of the car first, not bothering to wait for your boyfriend to open it for you. 
a hand was over his mouth as he watched you sway your hips as you walked. it was like you were doing it on purpose. when you got to his apartment unit, you felt his hands making their way to where they were usually; your waist. 
his hands grazed your waist to the curve of your hips. "you're so beautiful..." he whispered, placing soft kisses on your shoulder up to your neck.
you close your eyes and let out a sigh as he continued to nip at your neck. 
he pulls you closer to his body, lips still on your neck. “hamzah…” your hands tangle in his curls, trying to push him away but he moves to kiss your lips, sucking your bottom lip. the two of you makeout aggressively to the point your teeth clash with each other. 
you were kissing each other for so long, you didn’t notice his hands sliding down to your ass and squeezing it as he pulled you closer to him. 
your hands reach for his tucked button-up shirt, trying to take it off and be even closer to him than you already are. his lips trailed down to your jaw, neck, and collarbone. 
“wanna take this to my room?” he asks you, hands caressing your neck. 
you nod and he holds your hand and takes you there but you see what he has set up on his dining table. “aw, i didn’t know you had something prepared.” you said softly as he closed the door of his bedroom. 
“yeah, wanted to make it up to you,” he said sheepishly, sitting down on his bed as he slowly took off his clothes. 
your eyes soften and you make your way towards him, slotting yourself in between his legs then sitting on his thigh. you place a hand on his cheek and pull him in for another kiss—this time it was softer and slower than the one earlier. 
you whine into the kiss when he slips his tongue in your mouth and you slightly roll your hips on his thigh. 
he reaches for the zipper of your dress, pulling it down before kissing down to your chest. you let out a soft moan as his lips started sucking and leaving open-mouthed kisses on your chest while he had his hands on your hips. 
hamzah starts pulling the sleeves of your dress down, letting you stand up first to take it off completely while he does the same. 
he lays on his bed, only in his boxers, and pulls you to sit on his lap. 
you straddle his lap, sitting down on his crouch, and his hands are on your hips once again. you were left in only your panties as the bra would be too obvious if you wore one under your dress.
he placed kisses all over your neck to your chest before taking one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the bud while he played with your other boob. you whine, digging your nails into his shoulders. 
he trailed kisses until he reached your underwear, looking up for permission. "just touch me hamzah, please," you moaned out, your hands in his hair, pushing him to where you needed him.
he places an open-mouthed kiss on your clothed heat, making you arch your back and tug on his curls. he then takes your underwear off before he proceeds to lap and suck your folds. his tongue swirls around while his thumb rubbed circles on your clit. 
when he started fucking you with his tongue, you kept squirming, his arms wrapped around your thighs as he tried keeping your legs wide open. "hamzah, it's too much," he continues moving his tongue in and out of you, starting to feel himself harden at the sounds you were making.
you start bucking your hips up his face until he stops. 
he begins to take his boxers off, stroking himself for a bit before lining up your entrance. he slides in slowly, watching your face contort as he stretches you open. 
you place your hands on his shoulders as leverage, staying for a while to let you adjust. he kissed you before he started moving in and out of you.
it was slow and gentle, he held one of your legs to his hips to go even deeper while your arms were wrapped around his neck and your fingers tangled in his black curls. 
he placed kisses on your neck once again, sucking at the skin by your pulse before moving down to leave more marks on your chest. 
after a few minutes, his pace started getting faster, the bed's headboard hitting the wall with every thrust he made. 
your moans started getting louder and your legs now wrapped around his torso while his arms wrapped around your body to hold you even closer.
"so tight," he groans as he removes his arms around you and pinned your hips down to the bed to fuck you harder. 
your jaw was slack as you moaned out his name loudly, you were sure his neighbors would already have an idea what you guys were doing but you couldn't care less. 
hamzah's thrusts started to get sloppier, untangling your legs from his torso and pressing his chest against yours as he slowly started to feel the knot in his abdomen. 
a few more thrusts and you come undone, your tight walls clenching around him which then made him spill inside you. 
his head falls to your shoulder, both of you trying to catch your breath. 
"i'm sorry," you hear him mumble before he slides out of you, laying beside you for a while. 
"i know i've been caught up in work and it wasn't an excuse to forget about our anniversary," he sits up a bit, pulling your body to his side so you two could cuddle.
"so, i'm sorry, i really am," you look up at him, a slight frown on his face. 
you place a hand on his cheek and smile. "i love you." he tells you, pecking the palm on your cheek before you place a kiss on his lips. 
"i love you, hamzah." the two of you stay in bed for a while, masking in the post-sex haze. 
after a while of cuddling and sharing a few kisses, you speak. 
"wanna eat what you prepared now?"
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moonstruckme · 8 months ago
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hi lovely!! since requests are now open, i was wondering if you could write me a little something with james..? if this makes you uncomfortable in any way, please do not hesitate to delete this request!! do whatever makes you feel comfortable!!
but can you do something with james where r forgets to eat or just isn’t really hungry for anything..? this happens to me sometimes, and is currently happening lmao, and the only thing that i can really stomach/that sounds good is anything to do with strawberries (consistent favorite is greek yogurt with honey mixed in, peanut butter granola, and sliced strawberries. so delicious i def recommend!!), and oranges!! weird foods i know but.. anyways!! and he sort of like, gets her to eat something..? my boyfriend will literally spoon feed me whatever he’s eating or whatever i could stomach. the whole "open! say ahh!!" and everything until i got full lol
sorry for blabbing!! tysm if you do this request, and no hard feelings if you don’t!!! i have tons of ideas in my noggin so i can send plenty haha
Thanks for the rec babe!
cw: reader has poor appetite, mention of not eating
James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 529 words
You make an awed cooing sound as one blue whale brushes underneath another on your TV screen. 
“I never knew whales were so affectionate,” you murmur, charmed. 
“Me neither,” James says. “Bite?” 
You open your mouth obediently, and he sets his fork on your tongue, letting you suck off the khichdi before taking it back. You hum pensively. 
“It’s good, Jamie.” 
You’re not lying. Like most of James’ cooking, it’s rich and complex, forcing you to take your time to parse out the different flavors. You don’t have the appetite for your own dinner tonight, but you’ll never turn your boyfriend down when he asks you to try something new he’s made.
“Thanks, lovie.” His voice is warm if not surprised, and soon his fork is tapping at your lips again. “Have some more.” 
You peel your eyes from the TV to cut a look his way. James smiles, the picture of angelic innocence, and prods at your lips encouragingly. 
“I told you I’m not hungry,” you remind him. 
“Mhm. Just have a few more bites.” 
“Why?” 
“Because I made it.” His eyes go all melty-soft, and you know he’s about to lay it on thick even before he says, “And I put time into it, and I want to share it with you.” 
You know exactly what he’s doing. It works on you anyways. You sigh out your nose, and James’ grin widens, his fork happily accepting entry when your mouth falls open again. Neither of you comment on it, but he presses a happy kiss to your cheek once you swallow, and you accept the handful of other bites he gives you without fanfare. When his plate is empty, he stands to go wash it off. 
“Did you get enough to eat?” you ask, somewhat guiltily. 
James rolls his eyes lightly. “I got plenty, don’t worry about me, I’m just gonna have some fruit for dessert.” 
You nod, still feeling rather responsible for the fact that he wasn’t entirely satiated by his dinner, but he gives you a fondly chiding look that has you turning back to the TV. When he comes back, it’s with a large bowl of halved strawberries. 
He gets your attention, marking an invisible line down the middle of the bowl with his pointer finger. “That’s your half,” he says, flicking his finger toward the portion closest to you before picking a strawberry up and popping it in his mouth. “You’ve got the whole rest of the film to do it, but just finish them, okay angel?” 
You look down into the bowl, then up at James. You know he’s only chosen strawberries because you prefer them lately, and you hate to let him down, but…”I don’t know if I can,” you tell him honestly. 
He nods like he understands. “Try, please? Do you want me to feed them to you?” 
It’s asked so genuinely you can’t even get mad at him for it. Your face heats, and James looks almost sorry. “That’s okay,” you say quietly. 
“Alright.” He leans in to smush a kiss against your cheek. You can already smell the strawberries on his breath. “Just say the word, yeah?”
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merakiui · 1 year ago
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mera im curious...what is the most pathetic and desperate virgin concept u can come up with for any boys you choose in twst??
I have so many that I will try to write pathetic virgin concepts for each twst guy!!! >:)
✧ Riddle who gets off to your notes. It doesn't matter how messy or neat they may be, how filled or lacking the page may be, or even how useful they may be if the exam covering that material has already happened. He knows it's wrong to have pilfered your notebook, but he couldn't help it and he assured himself he'd give it back under the pretense of having found it (which isn't entirely a lie). He sits back in his chair and flips slowly through the pages, not particularly reading the material you've written, as he idly fucks into his hand and pictures diligent you, sitting in class and penning notes. There are doodles in the margins of the pages: cute flowers, smiley faces, hearts, what looks to be Grim. He thinks about how you hold your pen, how you might chew on the cap when you're bored, how your hands also touched this very notebook... Great Seven, he's a mess.
✧ Trey who is so strangely fixated on your teeth and mouth. At first it was cute because he's so serious about dental hygiene, what with how he ensures Ace and Deuce brush their teeth properly. But with you it's different. When you smile, he pictures your teeth in his shoulder or your mouth on his neck, pressing kisses or sucking fresh marks into his skin. And when you're eating, he notes the way you lick your fork or spoon clean every time and it gives him such a vivid image of you giving his dick the cutest, most gentle kitten licks. He has to excuse himself before anyone finds out he's painfully hard. >_<
✧ Cater who gets off to the many selfies and photos he's taken with and of you. Sometimes he scours the other students' Magicam accounts to look at the photos they've posted of you and his mind runs wild with thoughts and what-ifs. That photo of you sitting between the twins during their birthday party has him wondering if they fucked you on that very couch after the festivities had worn down. Or that photo of you and Kalim sopping wet after the both of you got caught in the rain... He's zooming in to see if the rain's made your uniform shirt see-through all while thinking about how you and Kalim may have warmed up. Cater can't seem to look at pictures of you without thinking about sex, and it's even worse when he sees the pictures he's taken of you and him. A spaghetti scene you recreated from a popular romance film has him imagining what could have happened had you just leaned in a little closer. Or that one alchemy mishap in which you were turned into a tiny fairy for the day... if he put you in a jar....... :)
✧ Ace who gets off on teasing you. They say partial truths often lie in the joke, and Ace sure does love joking about very specific things when it comes to you. He drives you mad every time, but because the two of you are close friends he gets away with it. He sticks his fingers in your mouth when you yawn to prod at your tongue, all while saying, "If you keep yawning like that, flies are gonna get in your mouth~" Or he'll squeeze your hip after you've eaten sweets just to mess with you. Or he compares your hand to his (for some odd reason) just so he can get away with touching you. Or he shows you a card trick that ends with him tucking the card behind your ear rather than pulling it from that area. His teasing feels more like flirting, but anyone who notes this is earned a swift denial from Ace.
✧ Deuce who gets off to the domestic moments in your friendship. Sharing a mirror in Ramshackle when he spends the night, preparing meals for each other, and even walking to class and talking about very boring things (like the weather). It makes him feel so special, and sometimes he pretends the two of you are a married couple. Deuce gets so embarrassed if anyone points this out, especially the elderly who see the two of you in town and comment on how cute you look together. He adamantly denies it, but later he's in the bathroom imagining married life with you and it gets him so worked up.
✧ Leona who gets off on the power imbalance between the two of you. Realistically speaking, he's stronger, both in terms of social class (after all, he's royalty) and also physically and financially. But that doesn't matter as much as it does when he's around you. Despite all of this, you know how to match Leona's wit, always keeping him on his toes, and you treat him as you would others even while knowing just how much power he has over you should he choose to exert it. Leona just likes the feeling of being number one in your world. Possibly a little too much, considering it never fails to get him excited. :)
✧ Ruggie who gets off on sneaking up on you. At first it was to pickpocket you. Steal spare change for himself or take your wallet just to watch you panic when you can't find it, but he's come to love the way you turn around just in time to catch him. He knows he does this on purpose solely to get caught, but seeing how you huff and glare lightheartedly at him... the way you purse your lips or the way you snatch your things back and laugh softly about how he ought to try again next time... He doesn't even care about your wallet anymore. He just wants to hunt you down and catch you for himself. You're the real prize here. <3
✧ Jack who gets off to your difference in size and strength. At first it wasn't something he thought of, but then you come to him and beg him to help open jars or stuck windows and he does it so easily. He refuses to believe you're struggling that hard with it, but then he watches you attempt to open a jar and it all clicks into place. Oh, you're...really cute and small and so fragile compared to him, who's all muscle and raw strength. Jack knows you have your own strengths and in no way does he think you're weak, but he's always reminded of your size and strength differences whenever the two of you are doing things together: training/sports, lifting heavy things (which are often very light to him), and even standing side by side. He thinks about how much bigger he is and he feels so flustered when those thoughts get him hard.
✧ Azul who gets off to your body language. He knows what it means; he's studied human customs well in advance before coming up to the surface. But oh you tempt him every single time you arch your back when you stretch or when you yawn and make such cute, sleepy sounds. It's even worse when you bend over to reach for something across a table or bend down to grab something that fell. He's digging his nails into his palms to steady himself, but that doesn't mean his thoughts are steady. He may look entirely composed with his usual smile, but in his mind you're getting fucked six ways from Sunday. You can't give this man any gifts because 1) he'll scramble to pay you back and 2) he'll delude himself into thinking it's a courting gesture and that you want him sooooo badly each time you offer him a snack from the school store or give him something you think he could get more use out of.
✧ Jade who gets off to your banter, especially the threats. Great Seven, you tell him you'll gut him and turn him into eel sushi and OOOOOO he's on the edge of his seat like: "yes...... and?? and????? what else will you do to me?????" all with the wildest, sharpest smile you've ever seen him make. He gets so worked up, so flushed in the face, so terribly aroused, every time you threaten him with anything. Yank him down to your height and mutter a threat, whether outlandish, violent, or something as silly as "I hope both sides of your pillow are hotter than hell," and he's saving these interactions in his memory for later recollection.
✧ Floyd who gets off on your praise. Call him a good boy or congratulate him on his test score or cheer for him at basketball practice and he's over the moon with excitement. He eats up your praise like it's his last meal. Say more good things to him! He wants to hear Shrimpy's praise every day, and when he's in a bad mood all it takes is the memory of you saying he's done well and he's back to his usual excitable self. He likes your praise a little too much, as evidenced by how hard it gets him. orz he spends too long thinking about it while he lies in bed, staring at the ceiling while he lazily strokes himself to thoughts of you calling him a good boy.
✧ Kalim who gets just a little too worked up at your proximity. He makes for such good best friend material. It's natural you'd be drawn to him because he's just so sweet and friendly. So it's completely normal when you spend the night at Scarabia and you end up falling asleep beside him in the common room, or when he feeds you outright because that's just how he is! He wants you to try all manner of yummy foods. It makes his heart race faster when your lips close around his fingers or you unconsciously snuggle up to him. He loves you so much. orz
✧ Jamil who loves your obedient nature. It has him horny gripping every time you scramble to do well on a test or in class so you won't upset the professors. You try to keep out of trouble because you're a good student, and he loves every bit of it. He wants to ruin you, take your obedience for the professors and twist it so that you'll only ever listen to him, follow what he says, trust in his words. He could just hypnotize you and maybe a sick part of him wants that. Maybe he wants to experience what an entirely obedient, cock-drunk (Name) is like...
✧ Vil who uses his professional opinions as a way to feel you up. He runs his hands up your sides to smooth wrinkles in your uniform out, all while reminding you to take care of your appearance. He fixes your tie just to get close enough to smell your perfume or shampoo. He loves how you lean into him, trusting his judgement because Vil could never lead you astray. Secretly, Vil's just getting away with every touch under the guise of giving you advice or fixing your uniform or even getting measurements for tailored outfits for school events. It's much too easy.
✧ Rook who, unsurprisingly, gets off on stalking you. He's such a creep! He watches you from afar and gets hard over the smallest things. It's likely because you're so vulnerable and unaware when you go about your daily life and he gets to invade such a secret slice of your life. Whether you know he's watching you or not, it doesn't matter. Just the idea that, on some level, you might be able to feel his prying eyes gets him so unfathomably excited.
✧ Epel who loves a good competition and gets so into it if it's a competition between you and him. Whether it's something athletic or academic, he's always ready to engage in a friendly competition with you. Unfortunately, when you smirk at him and tell him he'll need to give it his all, he gets excited in...other areas. To think all it took was some competitive banter and your smirk to have the blood rushing downwards... T_T if he loses this competition, is the punishment a make-out session? Epel can certainly dream.
✧ Idia who is too scared to talk to you in person, so he codes a Magicord bot he uses as a practice dummy. But then things get a little out of hand when innocent chats turn explicit and soon he's role-playing with the false you. Idia knows it's not real, but it feels real when you tell him all the things he wants to hear. It's shameless e-sex, but it's the best (and only) e-sex of Idia's life. ;;;; he feels immensely embarrassed afterwards.
✧ Malleus who gets off on your smiles. It's such an innocent thing, but then it has him thinking so deeply about it late into the night. You're so sweet and precious. He could picture your smiles all day... Malleus loves you more than words can possibly describe. He thinks about the little things that make you so wonderful, but most of all it's how expressive you are when you smile. Sometimes he has a habit of letting his thoughts stray into intimate fantasies, but it's nothing terrible. He wants to love you wholeheartedly; that includes physically.
✧ Lilia who gets off on surprising you and subverting your expectations. He finds it so darling when you have certain assumptions about him, only to be entirely wrong when he disproves them. Though he's oh-so-cute (a fact he would never deny), there's more beneath that adorable veneer. He's a mysterious who loves popping in to startle you when you least expect it. Be it in the library or in the halls, he always finds you. And your shock is a sight he drinks in merrily.
✧ Silver who is so enthralled by everything about you, so no matter what you do it always makes him feel so in love and fluffy. He's never known this sort of love before, but he's always so honest about his feelings and so his attraction to you wouldn't be any different. You could be napping peacefully in class and Silver's watching you from across the room with the softest, sweetest smile on his face. He thinks about you day and night; you even fill his dreams. Most of it is entirely normal and innocent, but then all it takes is for someone to suggest something less-than-pure about you and suddenly Silver's thoughts are derailing. Oh, he's never thought about sex before. But sex with you? That seems very appealing, so much so that he's feeling much hotter than before. ;;;;
✧ Sebek who, in spite of everything, gets off to the fact that you're human. There's just something so...appealing to you. He struggles to put it into words (and he almost doesn't want to), but you're so soft and sweet and enticing. Maybe Sebek secretly likes your being human because it makes you seem weaker by some strange default? But then he dwells on this and that doesn't seem to be the reason. Truthfully, Sebek likes your humanity because it's charming. Because there's something about you that feels and smells different. Maybe it's because you're the first human to make him feel so aroused that he deems you worthy of his own affections, or maybe he's just hopelessly, pathetically in love with all of the things that make you human and he's trying so hard to deny that.
✧ Rollo who gets off to your scent. Maybe it's a perfume you wear or maybe it's your natural scent. Whatever it is, he's carefully borrowing insignificant items that smell just like you so that he can hold them up to his nose while he masturbates. You're just so perfect and your scent drives him crazy and he feels like a filthy pervert each time he does this, but it's too late to stop. He's already in so deep. Just your scent alone has him shuddering through messy orgasms; imagine what you'd do to him if you were here in person and he got to touch you...
✧ Neige who gets off to indirect kisses. When you share a spoon or bite from the same snack, his pulse is racing at the prospect of having indirectly kissed you. He's so eager and excited that he has to try so hard not to let his face get so flushed with arousal. And you're so relaxed about it! You're so cool... He could admire you forever. <3
✧ Che'nya who gets off on watching you when he's invisible. It gets him hard every time he catches you in an intimate or compromising situation. Whether you're bathing or changing or masturbating, it makes it all the more tempting when he's completely invisible and you have no idea someone else is in the room with you. He's thought about pressing himself against you when you least expect it just to feel you flinch or to hear your breath hitch. And then there's the thought of fucking you when he's invisible, where you'll only see yourself stretching around a cock that isn't visible to your eye. >:)
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bippiti · 9 months ago
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catalyst clc16 x rockstar! reader
after the release of your new album, life has been hectic as you've been running around doing shows. only problem is you seem to have only one person on your mind. little do you know he's having the same issue
an part two! any feedback is appreciated and please like + rb!
if you want a visual guide for the band .
part one next part
tags @bloodyymaryyy @guiseppetsunoda @maxverstappendefender @charizznorizz
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yourig thanks for coming out london! nyc see you soon x
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user ughh i wish i couldve come :((
yourig next time lovee💜
user sounded so good
user anyone else gonna talk about the album afterparty???
user who cares bro😭 theyre adults and tbh they would be a power couple
user right?! ive been thinking the same thing, shes not a good influence on him
user im sorry do yk y/n??? how would u know that lmfao
king looking good!
liked by yourig
user where is the fit from???
user i think vivienne westwood!
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you sighed, scrolling through your comments. it had been almost a month after your albums release, and some people still were bringing up the hug with charles. i mean, seriously it was just a hug. it wasn't like you guys had made out or anything.
both your label and ferrari were sponsored by celsius, and your management had met with one of ferraris pr heads. they had agreed to work together to promote the new album, and had picked charles because he was a fan of your music.
you clicked instantly on the first day of set, but it also helped that you spoke fluent french (you had an obsession with indila when you were younger and forced yourself to learn it) the lack of a language barrier, coupled with the fact that you guys had similar interests made it inevitable that you both would become friends.
after the album launch party, you were exhausted. you had woken up at 4am for promo shoots, and had been running around all day before singing your whole album (which was around an hour long) to the attendees. it was fun, and you wouldnt trade your career for the whole world, but man you were tired.
as you were heading out, you spotted charles and you both stopped to talk
"tu as bien fait là-dedans" he said, smiling as he pushed his hands into his pockets (you did good in there)
"merci! les heures de pratique m’ont aidé. je pense que je pourrais oublier les paroles si j’essayais" you smile as he laughed (thanks! the hours of practice helped. i dont think i could forget the lyrics if i tried)
"en pratiquant son art on devient artisan" (practice makes perfect)
you nod, turning as you hear your bandmate siobahn call for you
you look back to him, saying your goodbyes and quickly hugging him before running after her.
that was it. just a friendly hug. it's not like he liked you, and if he knew you liked him, you doubt he would still be friends with you.
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charles_leclerc i won. maybe next time @/pierregasly 😘
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user just realized pierre had a chance to fork the king and the rook in
user not y/n liking this...
user so cute😍
pierregasly i almost had it
charles_leclerc of course you did
user my fav french men
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after having checkmate charles sat back, smiling smugly as he looked at pierre try and fail to make a move. giving up, he raised his hands in defeat.
"quand vais-je jamais te battre?" he said sighing as he chuckled (when will i ever beat you)
"peut-être dans une autre vie" (maybe in another life)
scoffing, pierre changed the subject.
"so i heard you're with some rockstar these days"
"i most definitley am not"
"sure, sure. you might not be dating her but i can tell you like her"
charles paused, having a mini crisis. ok. so maybe he did like you. he couldn't help it, honestly. throughout filming ,and even after he had grown to really admire you. not only just as an artist, but as a person as well. he honestly hoped you'd be able to meet up afterwards, but he hasnt been able to see you since. between his preseason training and your concerts, you both are rarely free, let alone in the same country.
he told all of this to pierre, who listened quietly, nodding along before telling him his masterplan. he was gonna help him out, what kindve friend would he be if he didnt?
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hearing the notification sound go off on your phone, you picked it up. your eyebrows raised as you read it
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part 3??
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butchesarebabes · 10 days ago
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ABBY ANDERSON!SOFT
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For the last two or three days you had been staying up, so long infact that you crashed on the couch as soon as you say down to watch a film with your girlfriend Abby.
It suprised her a bit but she just wrapped a warm musclular arm around you and pet your hair while cuddled up in a warm flannel patterned blanket, glancing at you every so often from habit when you enjoy something with her, only to be reminded you're alseep and kissing your forehead lovingly.
waking up was a disorientating, peeling your eyes open to the darkness of your living room from the curtains being drawn, drool around your mouth and a small patch on the arm you rested your face on and bumpy indents on your forearms from the texture of the sofa.
You let out a grumble before lazily looking around like a cat, landing on the window of the kitchen in view, it's bright, snowing ofcourse, then your eyes spot an Abby, not any Abby, your Abby :).
She's bopping her head to music playing through her phone while she... bakes? You smell something like batter, but she's using a pan.
You place your head on the arm of the sofa, making sure to keep being nestled in the warm blanket since it's bloody freezing "goodmorning Abs" a yawn "what you making?".
She jumps slightly, clearly in her own zone "oh, uh" she rubs the back of her neck sheepishly, not facing you but having her neck craned around to see you "pancakes, remember that kit I got? The red white n' blue 'murica one?" She salutes jokingly and you giggle, god she loves when you laugh...
You nod and salute back, remembering you got it only because of how cheap it was, 79p, you let out a hum of acknowledgment "the really sugary one?" You tease, cause jesus that thing probably had enough sugar that it'd last you like four days from the guidelines of sugar intake in the body, not that you ever really took that into consideration in any of your eating habits.
Abby just rolls her eyes, but can't stop her grin "maybe" tilting her head to the side while drawing out the word "butttt, you're gonna like em', they have this-" she picks up the very American slush puppy themed pancake mix box and reads it "-this blue syrup powder, you don't have to if you don't want to babe" she puts it back down and turns to the pan, flipping a pancake.
You notice a plate on the side already has a few pilled up, sprinkled with sugar "fine" you pout "but if I like die and have to go to A and E, you're legally obligated to blame yourself n shit" sticking your tounge out.
She mouths the words 'drama queen' with a small smirk to herself and nods to you, head banging to the music again, you sigh exhageratedly and turn to the small TV Infront of the couch, scrolling through the options before settling on bottoms.
A few minutes later she rings that damn novelty desk bell you got her last Christmas as a joke, always using it to mockingly get your attention "pikelets" she murmurs to you, you look at the tray she has them on, a cute little cat illustration on it, she sits next to you, putting the plate on your lap.
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She stabs the fork into it "there was alot of icing-" she coughs "uh syrup" you laugh, the 'syrup' being an unnatural blue, with a packet of sprinkles on the tray, you kiss her cheek, glancing at her atire.
A black hoodie, some flannel pajama trousers, a pair of very fluffy pink socks with little hearts on them, a grey beanie because it's freezing still cold inside the house and what you assume with the collar peaking from her hoodie, her favourite shirt, the one her dad always wore before he died.... Uh a bit sentimental.
"cute" you say grabbing the little pack and tearing it open with your teeth after a small struggle, she just watches with a raised eyebrow in amusement, using every sprinkle on those obviously already too sweet disks o' batter.
Tasting them you wince as she awaits your reaction, you stare at her wide eyed before swallowing with a squirm "okay that- way too much of that blue shit" you snort and grimace at the plate, she replies with a guilty look "I can uh scrape it off?" A shrug on her strong shoulders, you nod.
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you spend the afternoon eating the pancakes, adding the icing sparingly and watching Bottoms, you wink at her each Jeff scene, teasing her, an inside joke.
"yeah alright, Baby" patting your cheek lovingly.
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krys4h · 3 months ago
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𝐕𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 ☆
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𓍯 you're a youtuber who loves vlogging and your boyfriend supports your passion in every way, he treats you like a princess. when you feel a little bit insecure about your stretch marks, he is here to reassure you.
ʚ contents : 3.4k, fluff, comfort, nsfw, au modern setting, chubby!reader, fem!reader, choso is a softie, praise, picnic, shopping, insecurities, reassurance, pet name (love, sweetheart), vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, matting press, unprotected sex, smut with plot, porn with feelings, minors dni.
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“You ruined it again!”
With a pout on your face, you lowered your phone, placing it on your makeup vanity. It’s been 20 minutes since you tried to do your YouTube video, but your boyfriend ruined the debut every time.
“I was literally just existing.”
“You ruined it by existing,” you pulled your tongue when he rolled his eyes. “You always have that mean look on you, come on.”
Choso sighed and shifted in your bed. He sat on the edge of it, arms back. He looked already tired – as usual -, and wasn’t very cooperative.
“It’s not my channel,” he yawned, and looked at you with sleepy eyes.
“You’re my boyfriend, so basically it’s yours too,” you crossed your arms on your chest, and turned on your chair to be in front of your camera again.
You’ve scheduled your day perfectly for your vlog, do all your chores, and putting on makeup when your boyfriend was taking a nap, so now, you just wanted to do your thing. But Choso decided to be petty today.
“Hey y’all,” you smiled at your phone, “Today I’m with my boyfriend Choso, you’ve already seen him on my others video,” you made a loose gesture of hand in the back to show him. “I’m getting ready for our picnic now.”
He chuckled a bit when he saw you put on some powder, as if you aren’t already baked your face during his sleep. He leaned forward and gazed at you with a soft expression. You always looked so cute when you were doing something you were passionate about, he loved observing you in these type of moment. He glanced at the window, worried about the weather.
“You sure the picnic is a good idea?” he raised an eyebrow, “The clouds are gray.”
“My boyfriend is a little pessimistic as you can see.”
His cheeks turn pinkish, always shy when he’s the center of the attention.
“I was just saying-”
“Look at my new blush, this pink tint is perfect for summer,” you ignored him and got closer to the camera, “I’m so excited to show y’all the news makeup products I’ve bought!”
He sighed and shook his head, you were too cute to be angry at your behavior.
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Sat near a lake, you displayed on the blanket in the grass what you and Choso has prepared for your picnic. Children were playing next to you, theirs laughs set a sweet atmosphere with the wind breeze that caressed your skins. Choso was indeed being pessimistic because the sky was now clear.
“I told you it was okay,” you teased him.
Choso lay down on the white and red checkered cover, his arms under his head. He sighed, admitting his defeat.
“I was just being thoughtful.”
You rolled your eyes.
“Whatever,” you placed your phone above all of the dishes you’ve prepared, “Look at what we’ve got.”
He sighed again, this time for your attitude.
“What is wrong with you today?”
“Nothing.”
You threw a cherry tomato at him and he tried to catch it with his mouth, but his attempt failed when the tomato disappear in the grass. You laughed at him, and he nudged you with his foot.
“Stop making fun of me for your followers,” he got closer to you.
“Why did you accept to film with me then?” you chuckled and handed him a salad, “Eat before I do it again.”
He sat next to you, crossing his legs. He took a bite with his fork at hand, and let out a soft hum. The sun was glowing on his pale skin, he looked so pretty. You paused the recording of your video, and pulled your phone to take a photo of him. You loved how his dark locks of hair brushed his cheeks and how his usual grumpy face was radiant in the sunshine.
“You’re so cute,” you chuckled, sitting on his lap to take good photos of him. “You always look like you have makeup with your eye bags.”
He raised his eyes, his hands on your hips. “I do have makeup on me actually.”
“Yeah, I know,” you rolled your eyes and put away your phone, “Your eyeliner.”
He didn’t play about his eyeliner. He did it every day, every morning. It was his signature look. It was the third times you rolled your eyes at what he was saying.
“Why are you like this?” he asked, his hands was making soft caresses on your hips.
“Like what?” you ate the half of a pair of cherry, and gave him the other.
“Like you’re on your period or something.”
You frowned and nudged him. He avoided your nudge with a smile, but his elbow hit the bowl of tomatoes, and it was pouring into the grass. You leaned over to catch them up.
“You’re a disaster,” you chuckled.
“You’re avoiding the question.”
“Does I need to have a reason to annoy my boyfriend?” you let out a dramatic sigh.
He shook his head, chuckling.
“Come here.”
He tightened his embrace, and you nuzzled his neck. You yawned, you chose do to your makeup instead of take a nap with and now you were a bit tired. You lay on him, head on his chest, your arms encircling him. He kissed the top of your head.
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After your picnic you took the tram to go to Harajuku, you wanted to do some shopping with your boyfriend. Still a bit a sleepy even though you took a little nap, you walked next to him in the alleys filled with people. Your phone filmed all of your movements. There were so much stylish people in the crowd, you took inspiration of every outfits you walked by.
“I love going here to get new clothes, there are so many shops,” you said with enthusiasm, filming all the boutiques you passed by. Choso helped you with the angle of camera, and took sometimes your phone to record you when you entered a clothing store and wandered around.
“It’s cute,” he pointed out, seeing you hesitating between a cardigan and a top.
“Which one?”
“The flowers top.”
The lace top was feminine and loose fit. The neckline was deep and the top had roses pattern, it looked like a vintage 2000s top. The cardigan was simple, in a beige color, but had a soft material. You titled your head, your eyes deep in concentration as you chose what to try in the cabin.
“Let’s try it”, you chose the lace top, thinking it was better to get something different from time to time, and your boyfriend liked it so you wanted to please him.
Choso took his supporter role seriously as he filmed everything you were doing and followed you in the store. He sat in the sofa, waiting for you while you were changing in the cabin.
You undressed yourself, but got a bit insecure when your eyes lingered on your stretch marks. The white lines on your hips was one of your biggest insecurities, and the one which wasn’t healed was even worse for you. Your fingers brushed the dark lines, feeling your confidence of the day decrease by seconds as you looked at yourself in the mirror.
“Are you okay?” Choso whispered, he had stood up, and was leaning against the cabin, still outside. “I turn off the camera, you can talk to me.”
“…”
You crossed your arms around your chest area, tensed. You didn’t want to worry him but you were feeling more and more insecure as you stared at yourself.
“I don’t really think it would suit me,” your voice was low, and lacked your usual enthusiasm.
“Can I enter?”
Your arms tensed, you looked down before accepting. He tossed the curtain cabin a bit at the side, enough to put his head inside. When he saw your head looking down, his gaze softened.
“What’s wrong? You didn’t even try it yet.”
“It’s a bit transparent around the hips,” you hesitated, fidgeting in your place.
“And?”
“You know it already.”
He sighed softly, and nodded. Of course he knew, when the two of you were intimate, he noticed how you tensed every time he touched your hips and grazed your stretch marks.
“I already told you it’s normal.”
“I know, it’s my body,” you frowned, you were being a bit defensive as it was a sensible subject for you.
You kept your head down and Choso stared at you, worried about you. He entered the cabin, you backed down a bit to let him have some space. You were overwhelmed by his cologne as the little space surrounded you. He smelled so good, you loved his scent.
“You’re so pretty that you make my heart aches every time I look at you,” he pointed your top, “and you’re telling me this thing took your smile away?”
Flustered, you chuckled a bit. He tried to make you feel better and was good at it. You stared at the floor, resisting the urge to smile at his compliment.
“It’s just lines, love.” his fingers brushed your stretch marks, he bent over you to your level, his voice near your ear. “You’re gonna try this top, okay? I chose it because I knew it would look good on you, you have to trust me.”
His voice soothed your insecurity, and your body relaxed a bit, loosening your arms.
“Okay…” you nodded, still a bit hesitant.
You took it in your hands, they were a bit shaky because it was difficult for you. You put on your top in a slow motion, your heart racing at your future sight in the mirror. When you finished dressing yourself, you glanced at the mirror with reluctance.
Choso whistled, his eyes brilliant, his sexy smile on his face.
“Look at you, seriously, you’re divine.”
Heat came in your face as he complimented you, his gaze loving. The top enhanced your chest and sublimated your bust. It fell perfectly on your hips, your gaze was focused on your dark lines as you grimaced.
“Stop it already,” Choso wrapped his arms around your waist from behind you and nuzzled your neck. “You’re so beautiful.”
Honestly, you wanted to cry at how sweet he was to you. You were feeling so vulnerable in his arms, you needed his reassurance. He pressed soft kisses along your neck, his warm breath brushing your skin.
"Don’t ever put that face in front of me again."
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Choso bought the top and the cardigan for you, he didn’t hesitate to pull his card for you. You continued to do your shopping while vlogging, your phone in hands. The moment in the cabin reassured you and you were feeling better for the rest of the day. Choso wanted you to feel like a princess so he bought everything you wanted and carried your shopping bags during the whole afternoon.
You slumped on the bed, exhausted by your day. Choso chuckled seeing you, dropping your shopping bags in the floor.
“You’re still tired?”
“Yeah,” you yawned, melting into the covers. You didn’t even have the force to undress yourself and put on your pyjamas.
“I’m gonna get a shower.”
You nodded, your head on your pillow, eyes already closed. The water sounds soothed you to sleep, and you wake up only when you felt a hand apply cotton on your face. You opened your eyes, and Choso was removing your makeup.
“Thank you,” you whispered with a sleepy voice.
He gently caressed your face with cotton pads, makeup remover in his other hand.
“You’re gonna have a lot of editing tomorrow.”
You smiled softly, your eyes half closed.
“Yeah, but I love doing that,” you yawned again, “it clears my head.”
He finished what he was doing, throwing away the used cotton pads. He joined you in bed, pulling the covers. He bent over you, staring at you.
“You really want to sleep, or…”
Your smile widened, you stood up on your elbows.
“I’m not that sleepy.”
“Good, you were giving a hard time today.”
“Mhm?” you raised an eyebrow as he lay down next to you, and leaned to kiss your neck.
“I didn’t lie when I said you were divine. If you knew the things I wanted to do to you in the cabin…”
Your stomach warmed, and you were starting to feel very hot.
“You can do them now,” you brought him closer to you, wrapping your arms around his neck.
He smiled against your skin, and didn’t waste time. His hands slid under your shirt, you squirmed when he touched your love handles, his touch was loving. He pressed soft kisses against your throat as his head went down. He grabbed your waist, pressing your body against his. You closed your eyes, sighing.
“You smell good,” he whispered, his dark hair brushed your chin as he moved his head down.
His hands was busy undressing you as his lips wandered on your collarbones, and soon, your chest. He threw your pants somewhere in the room, and his fingers rubbed your clothed cunt, his touch eager. You relaxed your body, ready to be taken care of, and dipped your hands in his hair, inhaling softly.
“You know, I love how you touch me.”
“You do?” his smile widened on your skin.
The sentence sounded weird in your ears, so you were kind of embarrassed and you chuckled, a bit nervous.
“It’s like… I’m a precious thing to you, and everything you do is to please me. I feel like a princess.”
He listened to you as his fingers rubbed the already wet spot in your panties, your legs fidgeted in bed at his motions.
“Good, it means I’m doing the good thing.”
“You’re always doing the good thing.”
“Are you trying to make me more hard than I am, sweetheart?”
“Maybe,” you took off your shirt and threw it into the room.
He lowered your bra cups with his teeth and wrapped his lips around your nipple. You tugged at his hair when he encircled his tongue around it, sucking it with his eyes closed. He slid his hands under your underwear, and he smiled at your sighs as he traced circles on your sweet spot. You let yourself be taken care of, your eyes closed and your back arching.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he groaned, your tits stuffed in his mouth.
He still had his eyes closed, but he knew. He knew how sexy you would be looking if he opened his eyes, and raised his head to gaze at your arched back on the bed. He would see your soft flesh folding as your squirmed, and his jeans feels even more tight just thinking of it. You were a masterpiece, and he was your most beloved fan.
He toyed with your clit, his fingers wet as his tongue explored every each of your breast. He parted your lips, and fingered you with his index as his thumb rubbed against your clit. A gasp escaped your mouth as the soft wet noise of his fingering surrounded the two of you. He dived two fingers in you, and raised his head to kiss your lips, swallowing all your moans.
“So warm for me,” he smiled against you as he thrust his fingers in you.
You panted as you spread your legs, standing up on your elbows.
“I love you,” you breathed, feeling very hot.
You murmured words of affirmations but they were muffled by his kisses and chuckles. He has a sweet smile on his lips as he made out with you, your words were making his heart flutters.
“I love you too, sweetheart.”
And he was going to love you even more when he deepened the kiss, his tongue flicking around yours. He conveyed all his feelings in the kiss. You clenched around his fingers, moaning into the kiss. Being fingered while having his mouth on your tits was heaven, but it felt even better when he kissed you like that.
He curled his fingers to stimulate your g-spot, and you saw stars. Chuckles followed your orgasm, as you gasped for breath.
“You’re so pretty,” he praised you every time the two of you were intimate, and you smiled sweetly.
“I’m afraid I’m being very excited with you, and you’re not gonna have any force to edit tomorrow.”
You took off your panties as you laughed, he took time to look at you, biting his lips as he stared at your thick hips.
“I’m serious.”
“I believe you.”
Knees on bed, he unbuttoned his pants, staring at you through it. You felt a bit vulnerable under his gaze, your insecurities on display. You weren’t feeling self-conscious since he was praising you, but you still thought at how you must looked now. With a subtle gesture, you tried to hide your belly rolls by placing your forearms on top of it. Choso saw through you, and frowned.
“Don’t even think you about that,” he tossed his pants and boxer around and bent over you.
He removed your arms and crossed your wrists above your head. With the hand he had left, he wrapped your legs around his waist. He leaned down, his forehead brushed yours.
“When you’re looking at me, what are you seeing?” he whispered as he buried himself inside of you, in a slow motion.
The sensation of your warmth made him hiss, pressing his forehead against you.
“You’re seeing a man who love all of you, and I mean, everything.” he breathed, he slowly began his back and forth, pushing his cock deeper. “Even this.” his hands on your waist lowered on your hips, and he grabbed the flesh.
You felt full, filled by him, and was at a lost of words. His words was making you more vulnerable than you were already, and your arms tensed in his grip. Your eyes lingered on his, his face so close, you felt even close to his heart. The moment was so intimate.
He thrust into you, his gaze never leaving you. You were surrounded by his cologne, the fruity scent of his shampoo as he made love to you, his strokes deep and slow. You were feeling even more naked under his stare, as if he could see all of you. He sank into you, his grip on your hips tighter.
“You understand?” he whispered.
“Y-Yeah,” you struggled to respond, the atmosphere was so thick, he was making you weak.
“Good.”
He kissed you on the forehead, and you wanted to cry. He was so gentle with you, treating you with the upmost care. You sniffled, feeling a bit emotional. He loosened his grip on your wrist, and his hands came to cradle your face as his hips rocked against you. He pressed a sweet kiss against your lips, and his hands grabbed under your knees, lifting you to put you legs on his shoulders. You panted as the new angle gave you more sensation, his length buried deep in your puffy folds.
Every of his thrusts was an invitation to love yourself, a silent word of love. Not very silent because the room was filled by the skin rubbing sounds, but a quiet affirmation of his desire for you. Every of your moans accompanied his strokes, he took pleasure just by seeing you pant. You were everything he wanted, and he needed you to understand that for good. He pressed you against the mattress, his kisses welcomed every of your moans.
“I need you,” he panted out.
Your legs were shaking on his shoulders and you were dizzy, he was fucking you so good. You scratched his back as you moaned against his lips, making out with him. Your second orgasm was close, you felt it. The angle was perfect, his cock plunged within you with the perfect rhythm, his raspy voice in your ears, everything was so perfect and intimate. His weight crashed you as he fucked you into the mattress, holding your thighs. You felt so full, your breath was shattered.
Your whimpers when you came was muffled by his lips on yours, he slowed down his hips as you arched your back. He pressed soft kisses on you neck while you were catching your breath. He wasn’t finished with you, he intended to love you all night long as he promised.
“I just started, sweetheart.”
The night will be long, like his love for you.
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blainesebastian · 1 month ago
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unexpected (ccg universe)
words: 3,865 ship: austin butler x female reader rating: PG summary: i have gotten so many second baby pregnancy requests from anons that i can't even post them all lol but convos with @stylespresleyhearted finally pushed me over the edge 🤧 notes: ccg universe masterlist here, regular masterlist here
Here’s the thing—maybe at this point in your life, you should just assume that things aren’t going to happen as you expect they will.
Nothing wrong with that, right?
You didn’t expect to work on a movie set with Austin Butler. You didn’t expect to fall in love with him, that he’d love you in return. You didn’t expect to date, get married, or have a baby.
And you certainly didn’t expect to get pregnant for the second time.
Yet here you are.
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Finding out you’re pregnant again is an absolute blur. For starters, you take three different (yes, three) tests to make sure. It wasn’t something you both were planning, but things happen, and there wasn’t any use in bringing it up to Austin until you were one hundred percent sure. Well—three tests later, two blue lines, one plus and one PREGNANT later…
You sit on the tests for about a day, unsure when and what to tell your husband. Which is…so silly because it’s not like you’re not happy? You’re just scared. You think you know how he’s going to react, but then again, things are crazy with Luci running around in her terrible twos and both of your schedules filled with films and meetings and outings.
Is there time for another baby?
You and Austin are making breakfast with Luci when you finally decide to just tell him. You hold onto your breath so long that you start to feel dizzy before passing him one of the tests when he asks for a fork.
His long fingers wrap around the test and he kinda blinks before his head snaps to you.
“Really?” He asks.
Your eyes fill with tears before you quickly nod, “Yeah,” You reply breathlessly, “Yeah.” You swallow, curling your hair around your ear, “I know it’s not something we really talked about but…if…if you’re happy—”
“Happy?” Austin interrupts, setting the test on the counter. He shakes his head, voice gruff with emotion. He knows you, knows you far too well. “Of course I’m happy,” He quickly moves to where you’re standing, cupping your face with both hands. “I couldn’t be happier.”
That seems to crack open a dam inside of you and you laugh, the sound coming out wet as your hands wrap around his wrists, “Really?”
He grins, nodding, leaning down to press his lips to yours. “Really.” He says against them before slipping to the floor. He kneels in front of you, hugging you around your middle, pressing a few kisses that are way too ticklish to your belly.
Luci has no idea what’s going on other than she wanders over with her stuffed dino, sees her father kneeling on the floor, and then proceeds to make her dino kiss your leg.
“Kisses.”
Austin laughs softly, running a hand through his hair as he pulls back. He moves to scoop your daughter up, standing up off the floor.
“Can we give mama a kiss?” He asks her, leaning her forward until Luci plants a big kiss to your cheek.
Letting out a soft sound, you move to thread your fingers through one of Luci’s haphazard ponytails, “What do you think about havin’ a brother or sister, Luc?”
There’s a long moment, you’re not sure if she completely understands what you’re talking about. But then— “No thank you.” Honestly, you have no idea why you expected any other answer.
You and Austin can’t help but grin.
--
Turns out, ‘unexpected’ seems to be the theme for this entire pregnancy.
--
Something that you and Austin decided right away was that this pregnancy was going to be a bit different in terms of spotlight. Obviously family members and really close friends would get to know, but everything else? That’s last on the list. Neither of you have any regrets when it came to Luci, how public it all was. But keeping this more private this time around feels like a good change of pace, not to mention it’ll be a lot less stressful for you and the baby.
It seems to be exactly what you need, because—
“What are you saying?” You ask your doctor, your grip on Austin’s hand tight and unnerved.
The doctor draws in a soft breath, flipping through your chart, “It’s just something we want to keep an eye on,” He says gently, too gentle. Your hormones are already out of whack and you can’t handle someone babying you.
“You said I was high-risk.” Your voice takes on a grating edge you don’t recognize and Austin attempts to soothe you by drawing his thumb back and forth on your knuckles.
“I said the pregnancy was high-risk.” The doctor looks at you both, “It can happen sometimes with second times around. Not to mention that your stress levels tend to be a bit elevated in general.”
You bite down on the inside of your cheek. You know you’ve always had a bit of anxiety, usually when it came to making big decisions in your life—career paths, family moves, relationships, those sorts of things. Creating a space for yourself knee-deep in the film industry didn’t help that, either, but you’ve never had any regrets.
Not until this shadow of a doubt within this very moment.
“It’s just something to keep an eye on.” The doctor repeats, as if that’s helping anything.
Austin seems to sense that you’re about to have Luci-level tantrum with your doctor so he clears his throat and nods, “Thanks doc, we’ll be in touch.”
He nods, setting your chart down in the wall slot before heading out of the exam room, closing the door behind him.
You let out a long sigh, running both hands over your face, grateful that Jillian has Luci for the afternoon so you could go to this appointment without a two-year-old unleashing her antics in whatever room you’re in. Love her to death but there’s no way you’d be able to emotionally handle that, you’re barely keeping it together right now.
Scratch that—your lower lip wobbles as your eyes meet Austin’s.
“Oh babe,” Austin says softly, standing so that he can slip between your legs while you’re sitting on the exam table, “Don’t.” He cups your cheek, running his thumb along the bone.
“I can’t help it,” You reply, wanting to pull away from him, but he won’t let you. “I feel like this is my fault.”
“You can’t think like that,” Austin leans down and presses his lips along your forehead, “The important thing is that we know about it and we can plan for it.” He pulls away just enough to look down at your eyes, a small smile tugging the corners of his mouth.
“We wanted you further out of the spotlight with this one anyways, you know? This’ll work out.” His voice is soothing in a way you can’t describe, like it slips along your body like silk, pulling you close, hugging you.
You nod softly, your eyes closing as he cups your cheek again, his other arm wrapping around your frame.
“We’ll figure this out.” Austin promises, “Alright? You’re gonna be okay—the both of you.”
And maybe that’s what you really need to hear. You nod again, leaning forward to slide your arms around his waist, molding yourself to his chest. You face finds the familiar crook of his shoulder, breathing in his scent, something cologne and purely him.
You’re so unsure about everything, and yet within those few moments, you believe him and nothing else.
--
It’s frustrating but unfortunately necessary and you don’t fight it, even when you eventually (Austin pushes) talk to your agent about everything that’s going on. You feel like it’s bad luck to bring up a pregnancy to someone who isn’t family so early, but you need that open line of communication. You have to put some projects on hold—not everything, not yet. But some.
The more time that passes and the more pregnant you become, you begin to slowly slip out of the public eye. It’s a slow drip, but it increasingly becomes more noticeable with ridiculous social media headlines and TikTok theories.
You try not to dive head first into any of them (even though some are entertaining). The gossip and drama is that you and Austin are separated, getting divorced, that you haven’t been seen together out and about in a ‘really long time’, so naturally this is what’s happening.
“Did you hear?” You ask him one afternoon when he comes home with groceries. You smile at him from where you’re sprawled out over the couch, “I’m ‘taking you for all your worth’.”
Austin snorts an amused sound, toeing off his shoes. He wanders over to the couch and lets out a long sigh, gently laying himself down so that he slips between your legs. Your bump doesn’t allow him to rest fully against you, but that doesn’t seem to bother him. He presses a few kisses to the swell, hand slipping to your side and fingers massaging a bit of your lower back. Honestly, bless him.
“You can have it all.” He teases.
The pitter-patter of tell-tale feet run down the hallway from one of the bedrooms, “Daaadddeeee.” Luci exclaims, rounding the couch covered in—
“Is that paint?” You ask, raising an eyebrow.
She at least has a little bit of decency to look impish but her wide smile hasn’t left her father. You shake your head, running your fingers through Austin’s hair. He reaches an arm out and circles it around Luci, tugging her closer. She giggles instantly as he plants a kiss to where there isn’t paint, but honestly, there’s not many options.
“You paintin’ masterpieces in there, Picasso?”
“She’s gonna have to if we’re getting divorced.” You laugh, “My ‘high-priced’ lawyer will need paid.”
Austin rolls his eyes, tilting his head back to look at you, “Please stop readin’ that crap.”
You smile, trailing your fingers down the long lines of his jaw. You brush your thumb over a spackle of freckles under his one eye—beauty marks that you love. “It doesn’t bother me. It’s funnier than anything else. Besides, the fans are loyal and have a different theory. One that is more correct.”
A soft sigh leaves your husband’s nose. He doesn’t seem to be thrilled that you’re diving into those threads either but isn’t about to say anything about it. You get it, he’s protective, you’ve been burned and hurt by tabloids, quick media and nasty fan comments before. But…regardless that this second pregnancy is more delicate than the last, despite the fact that your feet hurt, you’re starting to feel uncomfortable all the time and your back is sore…you’re happy.
You’re really happy.
It doesn’t matter what anyone says, you know the truth.
Austin pulls away from you on the couch, much to your dismay, and scoops up your daughter. He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead,
“I’m gonna give the gremlin a bath—”
“With bubbles!” Luci declares and Austin smirks.
“With bubbles,” He agrees, “And then I’m gonna give you a back rub.”
You groan softly because that sounds amazing, you can’t wait. “Did I mention the whole divorce thing is off, you’re the best husband a girl could ask for.”
Austin rolls his eyes again but at least he’s smiling this time as he leans down to kiss you. “Baby you couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.” He says against your lips and presses another kiss to the corner before Luci smudges her fingers on your cheek.
Austin playfully taps her butt as he carries her away, “Mommy is not a canvas.”
You smirk, settling further into the couch and closing your eyes, listening to the hum of Austin’s muffled voice and Luci’s excitement as the water starts up in the bathroom. Thanks to your daughter, you now have an idea for the theme for a pregnancy photoshoot.
Second time around…why not, right?
--
Austin does his best to ignore the paps, he really does, but sometimes they dig under his skin in the worst ways. He's glad that you have been able to be home during this pregnancy, not only because it's a lot more relaxing, but because it's both healthier and less stressful for you and the baby. It's a boy, he's so sure of it. He's just got this feeling deep down in his chest, between his ribs, that you and him are gonna have a son. Time will tell. He holds Luci on his hip as he moves around Whole Foods, intending on getting some stuff to bring home. Your cravings have ranged from the things that make sense (ice cream, cheese) to things that don't (peanut butter on pickles...yeah that's a weird one). He lets out a long sigh, pushing the small cart with one hand as Luci dozes on his shoulder. He presses a kiss to her forehead, tugging Oreos off the shelf to set in the cart. She squiggles a little, letting out a breath and then continues to sleep. It's not a large list, he mostly just gets the essentials. He knows he could have this all delivered to the flat, but sometimes it's nice to get Luci out of there so she doesn't drive her mom crazy. Especially now since you don't move around as swiftly as you used to. He gets everything packed up into one grocery bag, moving to leave and head to the car. Not three minutes out, near the car, a swarm of paps are there. He lets out a long breath through his nose, figuring he should have expected it, given the dramatic stir up that's been happening since you have slowly disappeared from the public eye. And yet they're just as annoying as they've always been. Austin's always considered himself a nice guy, but nothing pisses him off like them snapping out questions about his family. "Austin!" One of them calls. He ignores them, trying to get the car door open to put Luci in her car seat. But of course, that doesn't stop them from asking questions. "Austin, can you tell us what's going on with Y/N?" "How's the divorce going!" "Are you talking about joint custody?" "What about Luci?" Austin feels a snap in his chest, something cold and unrelenting, because at the sound of his daughter's name, she begins to wake up. She's disoriented and confused, her hand coming up to rub one of her eyes. And he knows he shouldn't swear, but the questions feel like pinpricks in his skin, "Fuck off, guys." Luci whines softly and he gently bounces her against his hip. And then the cameras start snapping photos, flashes going off, and she turns her head quickly as Austin gets the door open. The series of movements, of men moving closer with those cameras, of the combined shouts of their voices asking too many questions—she squirms, those whines becoming little hiccups. Austin already knows what's coming as he tries to soothe her but it doesn't work. "Shhh," He whispers when Luci begins to cry, "I know baby, c'mon." He finally gets the door open, getting her in her car seat. He hates that he has to let her go but it's the only way they can get out of the fucking parking lot. He gets her strapped in, giving a look in the direction of the paps and reminds himself he can't go to jail because he decided to accidently run some of them over. He's already had to pay for a camera or two because he cracked them out of hands when they’ve shoved them into your face.
Checking his mirrors (begrudgingly), he pulls out of the spot and makes a turn to drive out, heading right towards home. There’s an underground parking garage that leads up to the loft and lots of security, so he knows it’s safe once the car slips underneath that gate that closes behind them.
He pulls into their designated spot, quickly getting out of the car and moving to open Luci’s door. She’s settled down into sniffles but once she gets her eyes on Austin, the waterworks start up again.
“I know,” He gentles his voice despite the annoyance he still feels, “I know. We got our nap interrupted, that’ll upset anyone.”
Austin reaches for her, hoisting her up into his arms to get her upstairs.
--
You can tell Austin’s annoyed when he comes in, the tension bracketing his shoulders, the way he carries your daughter into the kitchen to put down the groceries. You tug yourself up off the couch, swaying a moment before placing a hand on your stomach and moving towards where your husband has disappeared.
He’s put Luci down on the counter just long enough to grab a washcloth from a drawer and wet it with warm water, wandering back to carefully clean her face. You frown a little, seeing it tearstained. She’s fussy, pushing away her dad’s hands and that tells you more than enough—especially for Luci who tends to look at Austin like he’s hung the moon.
“What happened?” You ask softly, leaning against the counter.
Austin’s jaw works, “Paps.” Is all he says, all he’s willing to say right now.
You swallow over the lump in your throat, your hand moving back and forth over your belly, “I’m so—”
“No,” He cuts your apology off, firm but with no malice, “If anything this is just a good reminder about why we’re doin’ all of it this way.”
Letting out a breath, you nod—doesn’t mean you have to like it. Austin’s dealt with his fair share of paps before, but you know he gets riled up when it comes to them pushing buttons about you, about family.
You run your hand through Luci’s hair, pulling back to put away the groceries Austin brought home. Once he’s got her face wiped off, she begins asking for Cheerios and he raises his eyebrows,
“Thought you were gonna take a nap.”
Luci shakes her head, “No thank you.”
That seems to break the tension at least as Austin huffs out a light laugh and picks her up, putting her on the floor. “Of course not.”
You smirk, moving to grab her favorite plastic cereal cup and fill it with some dry Cheerios, handing them over.
Luci sprints out of the kitchen and heads down the hall to her bedroom, no doubt about to eat on the floor with her stuffed animals and begin playing with her dolls.
“We’re gonna miss when she was so agreeable.”
A laugh rumbles in Austin’s chest, “She’s already got a stubborn streak from you.”
You giggle so quickly that you nearly have to cover your mouth, “That comment is coming from you?”
Austin rolls his eyes but it’s with so much affection that it warms you up from the inside out. He lets out a long sigh and you can literally spot the moment that the tension disappears from his shoulders, rolls right off his body as he reaches for you to pull you close.
Or at the very least as close as he can with your belly between you both.
“You feeling alright today?” He asks, always checking.
You smile, nodding, “Only a month to go.” Hard to believe. “Think you can handle not punching anyone between now and then?”
Austin smirks and in one easy movement he picks you up to set you on the kitchen counter, his physicality making a heated pulse run down your spine and settle between your legs. Which is where Austin ends up, slipping between them. He brushes a kiss over the bridge of your nose, your cheekbone, and smiles against your lips.
“No promises.” Before kissing you.
--
You have a baby boy in August, and that is what you name him.
He’s perfect but that is unsurprising.
There are so many versions of Austin that you’ve easily fallen in love with—you once again decide that seeing him as a father is your favorite one.
--
Part of you wants to stay hidden away as you’ve done the past few months but you know at the end of the day that it’s not compatible with how often you and Austin are in the spotlight. And despite the nasty gossip and headlines you’ve seen circulating about how you and your husband were so obviously separating…it’s nice to see the reversal spin around the moment you post on your Instagram—
coffee.girl: the ratio is finally even in this house, austin is thrilled😉
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jillian.mua: love you mama😭 austinbutler: ❤️ buzzfeedceleb: WE KNEW IT elvisfan: omg no way coffeecartgirlfan: Y/N really making news sources look like clowns today, we love to see it
You do, in fact, love to see it.
--
You swear that pregnancy hormones are still kicked into high gear because literally almost everything with this new baby makes you emotional, even a month later. Luci very passionately decides that the nursery needs to be painted a new color, which you and Austin don’t object to. Your husband chooses a variety of greens, things that range from avocado to seafoam and brings them all home. The ‘allure’ of choice for your daughter even though you and him have already picked the main color.
But Luci holds a few paint strips in front of August as he lays in a baby cushion on the floor that reminds you way too much of an oversized cat bed and shakes them enthusiastically.
“Which one?” She asks him, as if he could formulate a response. As if he doesn’t babble and grab his feet and giggle at his sister.
And that’s what makes you tear up because—Luci loves August, loves talking to him about everything, loves gently touching his hair and cheeks and…you can already tell she’s going to be a great, protective big sister. It’s more than you could have ever asked for.
Austin comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, hooking his chin over your shoulder as he watches the both of them. He smiles, pressing a kiss to your neck.
“Cryin’ over paint swatches now?” He teases.
You playfully elbow him in the side and he can’t help but let out a slight laugh, only pulling away to pick August up and settle him against his chest. He brushes a kiss over his still chubby cheek and Luci moves to hug around his leg.
“What’s the color choice?” He asks her and you move to lift Luci up too, smoothing some of her hair behind her ear.
“This one!” She grins, showing you both the seafoam color.
“Perfect.” You reply and August squeals out a wet giggle, clapping his hands together.
Austin moves to you, wrapping his one arm around your waist to keep you close and the conversation turns into plans about how this room is going to be painted, which shades of green go where. This might be the easiest decision you can make in a life that continues to have so many things that are unexpected.
But you wouldn’t trade that for anything.
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SUB!MATT BF X BLACKCAT!GF
HEADCANNONS
some of these will contain nsfw, please do not interact if you’re uncomfortable with it!!
𐙚₊˚⊹ 𐙚₊˚⊹ 𐙚₊˚⊹ 𐙚₊˚⊹ 𐙚₊˚⊹ 𐙚₊˚⊹ 𐙚₊˚⊹ 𐙚₊˚⊹ 𐙚₊˚⊹ 𐙚₊˚⊹ 𐙚₊˚ 𐙚₊˚⊹ 𐙚₊˚
SFW HERE
sub!matt bf who… loves to lay down wrapped in your arms
“can you hold me please?” Matt says walking into the room with a slight pout on his face. Smiling you open your arms wide embracing him. “Of course baby! You know I would never say no” I respond placing a kiss on his head.
blackcat!gf who… loves showering Matt in kisses all over, leaving him flustered.
“Matt you’re so cute” I speak tilting my head kisses his face repeatedly. “Thank you..” Matt says softly feeling a heat rise to his cheeks.
blackcat!gf who… gets severe cuteness aggression just being in Matt’s presence.
“Matt you need to restrain me..” I speak looking in his eyes. “Ummm.. why?” He ask in a confused voice. I jump up suddenly startling him. “You’re so cute I just want to throw you around.” I say wrapping my arms around him squeezing him.
blackcat!gf who… enjoys watching matt no matter what he’s doing
“you look so good right now.” I stare at Matt, trailing my eyes all over him. “I’m biting my nails off..” Matt says laughing softly. “Yea so?” I roll my eyes playfully in the process.
sub!matt bf who… loves buying gifts for you when he’s out, rushing to get home to show you.
“I was out earlier and saw this, it made me think of you..I hope you like it.” Matt speaks scratching the back of his head while looking down. You admire the big stuffed cat plushie in front of you with awe. “Matthew. I fucking love it and you!” I jolt with joy hugging him. “You’re definitely getting it tonight.” I whisper softly to myself.
sub!matt bf who… loves to tell you about his day.
“and I also met this really cool guy too.” “Really? Tell me about it” I ask while running my hands over his torso. It was rare when Matt was super talkative so when he was I always listened carefully taking in every word he spilled out.
blackcat!gf who… loves talking about Matt to Chris and Nick.
“I love Matt you know, he’s amazing in so many ways. I feel bad for everyone because they’ll never know what it’s like to have him.” I speak scrapping my fork against the plate. “Huh?” Chris asked taking his headphones out. “Girl you’re crazy about him.” Nick rolls his eyes looking at me smiling softly.
sub!matt bf who… helps you out with anything, whether it’s a big task or a really small one.
“Matt you really don’t have to do that.” I look up at Matt smiling. “No it’s fine I got it.” He says as he continues to squirt toothpaste on my toothbrush.
sub!matt bf who… will cancel all plans if it means spending time with you.
“Matt aren’t you supposed to be filming right now?” He shrugs looking at me. “Yea but why would I when I could be with you instead.” He speaks in an obvious voice looking at me.
sub!matt who… will complain and pout when you aren’t focused on him for five seconds.
“Do you hate me?” Matt asked looking upset. “Matt what are you talking about?” He huffs turning around on the bed facing away from you. “Is this because I left you in here so I could piss?”
blackcat!gf who… loves posting Matt showing him off.
“Why would you post that one” Matt pouts shoving the phone in my face. “You look so cute how could I not.” I smile grabbing the phone analyzing the photo.
blackcat!gf who… will talk for hours about nothing while Matt’s listens quietly.
“Sometimes I wonder what it’s like to be a superhero.. but I would tell everyone I know..” I speak while running my hand through Matt’s hair. “I think you would be a great hero.”
sub!matt bf who… loves when you touch him, even if it’s innocent touches.
“Can I have a hug?” Matt asked lowly. “Of course my love.” I say wrapping my arms around Matt kissing his shoulder.
NSFW HERE
sub!matt bf who… loves getting overstimulated
“Can you take it again baby?” “Yes please mommy” matt was on his 5th orgasm of the night, his sore red cock was covered in his cum.
sub!matt bf who… loves getting punished, and will purposely act out.
“Matt you’ve been such a bad boy..” matt whimpers at the feeling of you pumping him harshly, this was his 3rd ruined orgasm. “plea-please need it s’bad”
sub!matt bf who… will eat you out for hours
“matt..s’good..such a good boy” you moan and whimper at the feeling of his tongue, hitting all the perfect spots. “taste so g-good mo-mommy”
sub!matt bf who… loves sucking your perky boobs
“what do you want baby? Hm speak up” matt looked away blushing. “Please m-mommy.. boobs.. need it s-so bad” matt spoke quickly. “Go ahead baby.” Matt was quick to attach his lips around your soft boobs sucking your delicate brown golden skin.
sub!matt bf who… loves watching you ride him
“You like seeing mommy like this?” You ask gaining speed. “Y-yes” matt whimpered at the feeling of you clenching around him.
sub!matt bf who… will cum too quick
“matt.. did you just..cum?” You asked confused. “I’m sorry.. couldn’t help it mommy” it had only been 2 minutes of riding matt and he had already painted your insides white. “It’s okay baby.” You spoke softly stroking his cheek.
sub!matt bf who… will dry hump his pillow when you aren’t around to help him.
“S-shit..” matt whimpered out feeling his orgasm approaching. “mm-fuck..s-so good m-mommy..” he cried out as he came onto his pillow.
sub!matt bf who… loves cumming in you
“Can I c-cum in you please.” Matt asked nicely. You moaned against his chest nodding your head. “Go ahead baby. Cum in me.”
𐙚₊˚⊹ 𐙚₊˚⊹ 𐙚₊˚⊹ 𐙚₊˚⊹ 𐙚₊˚⊹ 𐙚₊˚⊹ 𐙚₊˚⊹ 𐙚₊˚⊹ 𐙚₊˚⊹ 𐙚₊˚⊹ 𐙚₊˚ 𐙚₊˚⊹ 𐙚₊˚
tags! - @shaquilles-0atmeal @monroesturnns @blahbel668 @mattssluttywaist @jetaimevous
A/n: these were fun to do!!!! lmk what I should do next luv uuuuuu!!!!!🤍🤍🤍
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