#dont wanna step on his toes & such

[altardream]

we care for demons and the fallen just as much as we care for the purest of angels. you may not be our flesh and blood but you are still our children; let us clothe and feed you. we will not cast you to the fire as another would

[anambermusicbox]

Excerpt from 2024 人物 interview, found here:

For example, [while redoing the album] Qian Lei "forced" him to write a song. Qian Lei thought, this new album was extremely significant to him, so there should be a song Zhou Shen wrote himself. What's more, others have criticized him for not being able to compose. But Qian Lei knows he can---and quite well too. "It's not possible someone with strong emotions and a sensitive heart to not be able to write a good melody, it's completely not possible." Usually, Zhou Shen will hum out a melody and record it with his phone---sound engineer Xu Wei has listened to them and thought the melody lines were really good, and could absolutely be straightened out into an original song. But Zhou Shen always felt it wasn't good enough, and even said, to compose beside such a skilled composer like Lei-ge, it would be like an elementary schooler insisting on reciting their composition in front of a doctorate holder---so imprudent. His friends all know his personality---for a "master in self-deprication," being unduly humble was a daily occurrence. His old friend of ten years, lyricist 沃特艾文儿 said: "Not just composing---when I first met him, he even thought his singing was bad. It was so upsetting to me. I'm very relieved that he at least recognizes his singing ability now." Qian Lei has also listened to Zhou Shen's compositions before, and told him, isn't this pretty good? Zhou Shen said, don't mess with me. Qian Lei said, I'm serious, I'm not joking, it's quite good. Zhou Shen said, bye bye. Qian Lei said, bye bye yourself. Thus, when working on the new album, he would use every means possible to force him to write a song. One moment he would "hold a hammer behind him and get him to hurry up and write," the next moment he would set his mind at ease, saying "you don't have to overthink it, gradually the more you write the easier it will be. I'm here, so don't worry." This song was written at Qian Lei's home---once the first step of writing was taken, the rest went smoothly. Musically, Zhou Shen already had things in mind, and a few hours later, the main melody was basically set. Zhou Shen also participated a lot in writing the lyrics. He really liked the line "I can catch the flowers floating in the wind; I don't care whether I fall into the galaxy or into the mud." But "no matter how I sang it, it felt a little off, like it was missing something." He hummed it and hummed it, and out of nowhere added a soft, low, even a little "rude", "嘿，少管我," and "suddenly it came to life." Before, Zhou Shen had always wanted to write a song called "少管我." In his earlier years, he had randomly used these words in replies to fans, and in an interview where he talked about how his fans were never satisfied no matter what he changed his profile picture to, he ended up jokingly shouting "少管我, " and it then went viral. After that, Zhou Shen thought, as a singer, if one day I could turn "少管我" into a song, how interesting would that be. These past few years, he found a lot of people to compose its melody, but he always felt the melodies weren't quite what he wanted. The album that was cancelled also had a song in it named "少管我," but he still felt it wasn't quite right. Until now, it came to him like a "gift" from above. The first impression many people get from these three words is more or less rigid, sharp, harsh, stubborn, and capricious. But to Zhou Shen, a rebellious attitude is easy but truly knowing yourself is a long journey. "It's not necessarily about rebelling against the whole world, but you have to clearly know what version of yourself you want to be, and only then can you become yourself."

The day of the interview at an art park in Tongzhou, Beijing, the sky darkened a little. Zhou Shen took out his cell phone and played the unmixed recording of "少管我." The melody was light, "like travelling, very free." He shook his head to beat, and listened to the song he had listened to countless times one more time. "When I was writing this song and its lyrics, I didn't have "少管我" in mind, but in the end it became the "少管我" that I wanted." Moments like these, sparks flying, you think, "that’s right"---that's the biggest joy in making an album.

[littlesliceofimmortality]

have you ever done any …… stickers … or would you consider making any? /genq

(i love your art so much:333)

aah thank you! :-) i HAVE made stickers before, but they were handmade & took a long time to do & i eventually went outta stock (twas before dog clarified that manufactured merch was okay)

^ super tiny because i didnt have a laminator & used packing tape for the seal. baby chibi ging

i have ABSOLUTELY considered making higher quality stickers but i am very aware of the effects i have on peoples wallets as well as my own... & if there will ever be any official stickers, ofc. making art meant for merch is genuinely one of my FAVORITE kinds of art to make

im not even kidding when i say im always rotating ideas for different types of merch. a reusable sticker book (wax pages) that comes with a bonus sticker sheet. ticket booth standee with jerry. choose your own character standees! ETC ETC

ive been well before the idea of a makeship randy was even pitched & it makes me SO happy to see how far its come now :-] joyous to fill the merch ecosystem with cheaper goods

[leafians]

my roommate's hot poly friend asked if he can take me to dinner sometime im gonna shit myself

[heirbane]

[  coated  ]  receiver  finds  sender  covered  in  blood (young!Zenos?)

It is not the first time the young royal had gone missing. It would not be the last, either, his Radiance laments, golden gaze taking Varis' measure.

Maybe if his own father had left Varis out to fend for himself, the self-proclaimed Emperor intonated, he would have possessed a stronger constitution by now, twenty and more summers old. To have the next leader of Garlemald gallivanting around their land to find a child would not do.

"More children can be borne," Solus stated, chin in his gloved hand. The other waved, a lazy, absent thing. "A Legatus can only be forged once. Send one of your charges, Varis - and cease your fretting. That boy has more survival instincts than you did at his age."

And so Gaius went. He was not yet a Legatus; he was still but a rem, and not quite in a position to spit upon commands cascaded to him. To find the crown prince - quietly, without much public disruption - was, perhaps, below him.

But Varis was more brother than commander; more peer than superior. They both had lost their own fathers at a young age, raised under the heel of a bitterly cold military regime. Gaius had not wed, despite having a decade on the leader-to-be, nor had he (knowingly) sired any children.

He had, however, watched as Varis crumbled upon the loss of his daughter, and once more upon the loss of his wife. To go and retrieve his last living kin - to ensure the boy he saw as his own family - ... mayhaps it was below rem Baelsar. But it was not below Gaius.

He sighed into his neckerchief, pulling the fabric up over his nose to shield it from the cold, and continued his patrol. Zenos would turn up. He always did, like a long-suffering ghost in the snow, empty and barely there.

He always did.

"Zenos."

There would be no mistaking the small bootprints, nor the smear of blood in the valley of snow. Gaius felt his stomach curl, following the freezing gore to a pink-cheeked child.

Without any thought, he knelt into the snow. Gaius reached out, wiping his gloved thumb against the boy's cheek, removing his fur-lined hat in an anxious bid to find the source of all the blood. It was wet and icy in his hair, matted into the once pristine coat.

"Is this yours, boy?"

There was no fury or accusation in Gaius' voice. It was adrenaline and worry, finally pulling his neck scarf off to clean the viscera from Zenos' face before it could fully dry.

He could not return him like this. Varis would lose his composure, and Solus would bask in what upheaval came afterwards, stroking his grandson's fervor until he got to see the theatrics he so desired.

He drew in a long, careful breath. He would have to return the boy to the palace, ensure all mote of blood and dirt was scrubbed from his person, and burn his ruined coat. One of the medics would have to tend to his wounds, if he had any, and they would have to weave some sort of tale for the Emperor and the throne's heir.

"What happened? Are you well?"

@sunderedoldfriends

[princessbrunette]

You know how sometimes rafe just says “kiss” when he wants reader to come and give him one…. how would he react if one time he said it but instead of getting up on your tippy toes to kiss him lips, you drop to your knees and kiss his bulge through his dress pants 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

꒰ 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 ꒱

but what about this with boxer!rafe before he heads off to training ……. standing there in a muscle tank and sweatpant-shorts all strong n tall :( he comes into the kitchen to say goodbye to you before he heads out, waving you over n commanding a gentle “kiss.”

you skip over, in a mood especially after seeing how good he looks n you just can’t help yourself, you bend at the knees and press a long kiss to his crotch, pulling away with a sweet little smile and standing up straight once more.

when you’re back at full height, he simply stares at you with a knowing smirk before speaking once more. “gonna give me a real kiss like i asked or do you just wanna suck me off? hm?”

“can’t a girl have both?” you bat your lashes, giggling at your own joke and he grips your waist, left hand sliding round to your lower back and firmly pushing so you fall against him, rafe manhandling you with such an ease that would come naturally to a boxer. he licks his lips and tilts his head, eyes on your mouth. “i��m going to be late. give me a real kiss.” he enunciates, and you can’t help but feel the way his crotch presses right up against you.

“you dont have any time?” you pout and licks at the back of his teeth shaking his head.

“wish i did.” he makes the move himself, leaning down and pressing a warm, wet kiss to your lips before pulling away only slightly. “want that shit wet for me when i get through those doors later on, alright? gonna wanna blow off some steam, you got me yeah? you’ll do that for me?”

“yes rafe.” you breathe out obediently, letting your eyes flutter open to look up into his as he stares you down.

“mm, good.” he slaps your ass before stepping out of your space, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl on the kitchen island, headed towards the door. “well then i’ll see you later.”

꒰ 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 ꒱

[sweetheartsaku]

—HAIKYU!! various ; better in the dark

a/n ; [gn!reader] how deep is your love pt 2???!?!! AND YES!! the title is a tv girl reference :3c please dont let this flop!! praying that all the ppl who found pt 1 found this 🥹🩷 tysm for all the notes everyone!! <3

— characters : akaashi, kenma, kita, semi, kageyama, suna

part 1 ! ♡ oikawa, osamu, tsukishima, hinata, sakusa, kuroo

tea roses !

keiji akaashi ; tip toe - HYBS

THIS MAN. he will take you out on absolutely BEAUTIFUL dates. they are scheduled and well thought out, all without you knowing. knows what you like, can predict what you order, where you will sit or do, and KNOWS how to fluster you effortlessly. UNSPOKEN RIZZ AT ITS FINEST YOUR HONOUR!!

at one point he had to resort to the notes app to write what you're like but had realised he had subconsciously memorised all of it by heart. deleted it and still knows you like the back of his hand!!

weirdly knows how to pick the best candles.

the warm, nostalgic smelling ones. candles that are the perfect dash of nostalgia, that feel comforting and warm. i wonder if its in the brain or an instinct thing

for anniversaries or literally just whenever, he makes paper flower bouquets. they are so intricate and every little detail, colour and fold makes it so perfect. in-between classes or when he finishes work early, he'll be nonchalantly folding another smaller flower for the arrangement. he does it so effortlessly too 😭!!

sometimes likes to fiddle with your fingers especially if you wear rings. one of the only and very sweet moments of PDA!! gently rubs his fingertips over your knuckles and tracing all the lines. i need an akaashi keiji in my life

will send you the most beautiful, heart-wrenching and mesmerising poems at an insane hour. you'll wake up with a couple paragraphs about how important healing or taking one step at a time is, making sure you fall in love with yourself everyday too. (please do)

kozume kenma ; cherry wine - grentperez

facinated by painted nails. on holidays he might paint them black, or maybe get a little cat sticker on his index!! pick the colour he'll love it either way

cherishes your little trinkets so much 😞 polaroid of you two and stickers on the back of his phonecase, keeps some of the random stuff you give him in his pocket. you could find a rock you gave him like 3 months ago but he kept it because you said it reminded you of him??

perfectly able and capable to order things by himself, but you know he isn't the type of guy to actually seem to WANT to do it. he is too lazy to actually get up but not lazy enOUGH when it comes to you. he might hide behind you. "HE SAID NO PICKLES!!"

CRAZY beef with your plushies. or anything you hold dear honestly. he can and will get pouty. BEWARE!! you must give him a lil' kiss to earn his attention back. (loves the forehead ones)

sometimes he forgets or just doesn't want to eat. it will get to the extent where you have to spoon feed him,,please remind and encourage him to ! eating, sleeping... just can't do it without a little push.

does this thing with his hands when you cross the road. i don't wanna say grabby hands because its pretty cringe, but it is definitely grabby hands. has no idea why he does it but its such a sweet and small gesture╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ !

cat parents but not exactly cat parents? 🤔 you found this stray cat once, and started visiting it everyday on the way to school. you cared for it, and when kenma picked that up he was also instantly fond of it too. now you both kinda feed it your leftover lunch when you visit the cat after school.. he's so precious with the little cat ueue.. take pictures before the moment fleets!

has the date you two met written on his controller... (he was so hesistant at first though LMAO)

shinsuke kita ; old love - yuji, putri dahlia

uses your initial for math variables. he'll use x or y sometimes, but his first option is ALWAYS your initial. you found this out on a study date once, math talk blablabla and he uses to what seems to you a 'random letter' NO. it is your initial!! 😞 when you ask he seems unfazed, but his ears are pretty red... idk guys i think he wants you

one of the people that make you stiffen up when they get physical. when he lays his head on your shoulder you instantly freeze up, trying not to move a BONE so you won't disturb him. it's like muscle memory to you LMAO.

really pretty, long lashes... if you've read part one, oikawa and tsuki are very similar :0!! loves when you graze his lashes with the back of your index finger

like akaashi, learnt how to make flowers but they're crochet 🥹 i think growing up his grandma had taught him how to crochet and all the little patterns. overtime, dedicated himself to making an arrangement every anniversary... they come with little heartfelt letters too!! (kita boyfie material COME HOME!!)

very routinal as well!! like kuroo (he is the full package) he never misses a morning or night to say good morning or good night. AND he places sticky notes around your desk or places he knows you'll be in reminding you to smile or something along those lines !!

what took the cake for me was when he left a little bag filled with goodies once he realised atsumu was sick 😣 definitely does the same for you... sends bag with a bowl of hot soup his grandma made at your front door

eita semi ; i wish you roses - kali uchis

weirdly immersed in the painting of nails as well. sometimes he'll ask you to paint his in black but he got dress-coded a week later 😓 SIKE gives NO shat and kept them on anyway. they are way too valuable to him to just erase. nails done in a simple colour he likes?? by his s/o?? wiped off?? very funny shiratorizawa

i think + the neighborhood, he likes tv girl, kendrick lamar, childish gambino but has a duality of laufey and beabadoobee's bedroom pop and fuzzy rock??

sick of people making arctic monkeys his personality 😞 musicians arise!! apart from the VBC, hes probably in a band too. small gigs here and there for school, and a few fun sessions with his friends just to play whatever. come to his gigs! (sometimes he'll magically play 10x better when you're around, he says)

share earphones with him PLEASE. on rainy bus rides or walks home, he'll play something you like hehe c:

takes you out to the mall closest to shiratorizawa to go pick up some fast food or a drink. it usually gets really crowded from all the surrounding schools so he keeps you close by the waist

and obviously the basic, will sit with you and teach you the basics of bass or electric guitar. i think he'd play a bit of percussion too (о´∀`о) sometimes he'll take you into his lap, but thats when he feels pretty clingy but very discreetly!!

tobio kageyama ; what would i do? - strawberry guy

please don't try to flirt with him he WON'T UNDERSTAND!!!! *gunshots*

if you say literally anything that isn't directly stating your point, he will not get it. using metaphors or just figurative language in general he is STRUGGLING. you need to say, "you're pretty." because things like "i fall in love with you every day" or "i'll find you in every universe" he will actually look at you BAFFLED. please help this man

thinks about what YOU would do. like when he is in doubt or feels like he's about to lash out, he will take a moment and literally ask himself what you'd do or say. even in tests or something completely unrelated to you he will literally ask himself what you would put in the answer box !!

face scrunch when he gets jealous ! he kinda has a lil' pout but can't bring himself to say anything. when you finally notice him he'll have this lil' (๑ˋ^ˊ ๑) face... please kiss his eyelid or the corner of lips cuz HE HAS TOO MANY PRETTY BOY PRIVILEGES!! (and he'll get flustered it's the cutest) revoke them THIS instant!!

his favourite type of kisses are the ones where you'll push his hair back and give him a forehead kiss. he'll take you in by the waist and keep you close, he likes to listen to your heart because you have his. when he feels clingy, he'll nuzzle his head into your shoulder. what a dork

will attempt to find you at his games pre and post timeskip. before the game he will try to make it not look frantic but one of his members eventually catch on 😞

rintarou suna ; SLOW DANCING IN THE DARK - joji

camera roll is either 0.5's of the most jaw dropping, majestical sunsets and sunrises that he's experienced with you or literally anytime the sky is feeling a little different (if he's not with you at the time he WILL send them to you at either 5am or 7pm saying it reminded him of you) or the CRAZIEST 0.5's of you losing sanity or of you off guard. its wild blackmail material but he chooses not to LMAO. (because of the love in his heart, he says)

has a little photo album for you and anything you related!! he also takes the best candid photos of you and post them on close friends!! (´∀｀)

no. #1 victim of couple tiktok trends. pretends and looks like he doesn't like it, but doesn't want it to end. once you press post he will stare you down with his beautiful ahh olive hazel eyes (he wants more)

last one on the social med side, he mentions you in posts with your initials all the FLIPPIN' TIME!! his dedication is quite endearing

on days where everything becomes overstimulating, he will notice. will eye you for a while, but once he knows when it gets to a certain extent he will hand you an earphone.

anyone who says suna is an arctic monkey's listener is a LIAR I SAID IT I SAID IT!!!!! *more gunshots* JOKES he probably has a couple of their songs in his playlist, but i personally think he's more tyler the creator coded. people who get it get it (avril lavigne sk8r boi? keshi beside you? definitely)

hot adams apple

[jumbojazzcats93]

Should've been a Cowboy - Soap

Summary - Cowboy Johnny has a penchant for keeping a woman on her toes.

Tags/Warnings - Should've been a Cowboy by Toby Keith, MDNI 18+, smut, cussing, drinking, biting, anxiety, religious values, old fashioned mindsets, part 1 of ????

@glossysoap @lordlydragon @grizzersmamma @ivymarquis @gremlingottoosilly @quietlyignoringyou @violet-phantoms @ghastlybirdie Banners by @/saradika-graphics

A woman living alone in the prairie was a risk. Bandits or crude cowboys could come along whenever they wanted and wreak havoc on your little homestead. By the grace of God, it never happened, but the threat was always there.

Your livestock guardian dogs would alert if any uninvited guests appeared, but the nights were always relatively uneventful. Stray coyotes came to test the worth of your dogs, but you'd never been given instance to doubt their abilities. It's why you jumped sky high, 2 steps out onto your front porch when you went out for your morning chores on the farm. A large body laid limp in your rocking chair; boots still on and hat drawn down over his eyes. Your 2, apparently worthless, dogs were laying next to the man's feet, sheepishly wagging at the sight of you.

You snatched the towel from your belt and began whipping at him with it. "Johnny MacTavish! How dare you sleep on my porch!" Johnny flings himself from the chair, stumbling to the ground. Your towel finds him over and over, "Stop, Lass! Please, I'm sorry!" His hand finally grabs a hold of the towel, "I didn't wanna wake ya up last night!" You stare at him on the ground as you both held tightly onto the towel... before releasing it and letting him fall back. Hands on your hips, you looked down at him, "You scared me!" He slowly sat up with a sheepish smile and you sighed, fighting against your own smile with pursed lips. "Come on inside and get cleaned up, then." Snatching your towel back from him and turning to the door, you glanced back at him still sprawled on your porch as you headed back inside.

One bath later and you're cleaning up your kitchen while Johnny's sat at your dining table scarfing down the fresh breakfast you'd made him. You'd zoned out; staring out the window at the extra horse that now grazed in your pasture. "I missed you, dearie." Warm breath whispered against your neck, jolting you out of your daze. His strong arms slid around your waist in a soothing effort. "It's been so long... what were you doing?", you questioned. Johnny squeezes his arms and presses his face into the crook of your neck, "Well... I won't taint your lovely mind with such gritty tales." You hummed absently. "Dont fret, bonnie girl... You know I always come back."

That he did... but he would never stay long.

Coming into the parlour room at the end of the day felt odd. Seeing Johnny fast asleep in one of your arm chairs makes you wonder, again, what he had been doing all this time. Normally, he'd never be away longer than a month, but this time you'd been alone for almost 8 months. At first, you'd wait on the porch some nights. By the end of the second month, some nights became every night, and by the end of the fourth month you'd given up on the idea of him coming back. You're not really sure if the things he did were legal, if he had other women. He never went into detail about his exploits, but you always knew it was safer not knowing.

You sit on the arm chair opposite to him with a cup of strong cider. A new and nasty little habit you'd had to hide from the other ladies in your congregation when they came to visit. They'd been wanting so badly for you to marry and had no idea why you'd been so disinterested in all the suitors that had come from town. Your eyes focuse in on Johnny. Watching him sleep put you at ease for the time being. He never wanted anything from you, but that was half the problem. Other men saw something material to gain when they approached you. Your farm and all your property were a great asset after all. Johnny was straightforward. He wanted nothing, but your attention when he was here.

When was the key word. People in town would be scandalized to know of his irregular presence in your home.

Before you knew it your cup was dry. Sighing and briefly clenching the cup in your hands, you stood from your seat. "Johnny...", you called out gently to his sleeping mass. He made no move to wake as you slowly approached. The firelight lit his tan skin in such a complementary way that you let out an appreciative sigh. Shirt slightly unbuttoned, legs spread wide, his body slumped into the chair with his head lolled to the side. "Johnny.", you called louder. A lack of response made you come closer until you stood between his legs. Reaching out, you ran a hand up his chest to his neck where you brushed your thumb across his cheek. His head shifted to rest against your hand and he peeked one eye open. "Coming onto a man while he sleeps is rather uncouth now, dearie." An uncontrollable smile broke out on your face in response.

His hand grabbed yours and slid it to his lips for a kiss while his other hand grabbed the waistline of your skirt to pull you closer. Tired eyes held yours as another kiss was placed against your palm. Your knee rested on the cushion between his thighs; a deep inhale and his eyes fluttering shut were the only indication he had felt your knee pressing against the crotch of his pants. "Come to bed?", you whispered. After a pregnant pause, he dramatically slumps back into the seat, "Carry me." You scoff a laugh and pull yourself free from him. He grabs at you like a phantom. You're just barely out of his immediate reach.

"If you're not upstairs by the time I'm out of my day wear, you'll be locked out for the night." An empty threat that you know he knows, but he gives a dramatic start anyways. "You wouldn't dare.", he counters dramatically. You back up slowly as he rises, both of you wearing playful grins. By the time he's chasing you up the steps, the brightness of his smile has left your relentless worries in the shadows.

The boards of the second floor groan under your hurried and careless steps. Johnny has you cornered in the upstairs hallway within seconds. His eyes are alight with something wild and his canines glint in the candle light as he grins from ear to ear. Your heart is hammering in excitement within your chest. You reach out a hand to touch his chest as he draws nearer. Your fingers brush against his exposed skin as your back thumps against the wall. Eyes meet and he looks feral. You can only imagine what you look like to him with your skin flushed from drink, hair sitting loose after your playful chase. His eyes shift to your hair as he reaches for a loose lock and gently twirls it around his finger, murmuring, "You should know better than to play games with me when I've been away for so long, lass." Johnny slides his finger down your throat, following it with his gaze. You lick your lips and his eyes lock onto the movement.

"You've been rather cold to me all day." He muses and looks up to meet your eyes. "I did miss you.", he reaffirms.

It's almost jarring to be reminded of your unease and uncertainty in this state. The questions about where he'd been and who he'd been with. Were there other women like you? Did he really think of you when he was gone? Why had he been away so long this time?

A warm hand runs firmly from the top of your breast up to your neck until two hands are tilting your head up and your eyes are focusing back in on Johnny. "Don't think about it so much."

"I thought you'd gone home to Scotland... and I'd never see you again."

Your words are quiet. He sighs deep with his thumb brushing your cheek affectionatly as he leans in and kisses you. It's avoidant of him, but it's nothing new... so you let it go. Give in to him knowing it'll just drive him away if you don't.

You let him pick you up and carry you into your bedroom. As he lays you down on your bed, your skirt slides up your legs drawing his attention. Johnny falls to his knees in front of you; taking your leg and throwing it over his shoulder, he laves wet kisses along your inner thigh. Upon reaching the softest part, he bites down making you gasp out. The bite is hard enough to know that the mark left behind will bruise before the night is over. Johnny pulls your underwear down and your heart races. It's another thing the ladies of your congregation would be scandalized by; premarital sex. It was even worse that you had no defined relationship with Johnny. You'd been personally, religiously, and if anyone found out, socially ruined for any other man.

Your arm flew up to cover your face and Johnny chuckled at your embarrassment. His fingers graze your cunt before slowly pressing in. Your face pressing deeper into your arm. It wasn't like you'd never laid with Johnny before, but 8 months was a long time and you'd forgotten the intensity of it all. Suddenly, his fingers are pulling out of you and his tongue licks a fat stripe up your slit before sucking on your clit causing you to jolt forward a bit and squeal. "Eeeaasy, lass." Johnny shushes you as he stands up, undoing his jeans. You watch wide eyed as he pulls his cock out. He reaches out, dragging his fingers along your slit to collect your juices and uses it to wet his cock. "Take a deep breath for me, dearie." A smirk creeps onto his face, "I'm sure you've been waiting for me like a proper little lady."

The feeling when he slides his cock into you is electrifying and it has you letting out a soft, shakey moan. He starts with shallow, gentle thrusts. Taking your legs and wrapping them around his hips, he props one knee on the bed. His hands slide up your thighs until he's gripping your hips. When you look back up at his face, he's watching you. The way you look at him must spark something because he suddenly grabs your thighs and presses them right up to your chest. While it's something he's done before, it's been so long that the sensation is just too overwhelming. You moan loudly, struggling in his hold a bit as he starts to lose that gracious bit of gentleness he'd afforded you. His thrusts are an even pace, but their hard; striking your gspot everytime. In this position you know you won't last very long. You're clenching tightly on his cock, an absolute moaning mess as he fucks you.

Johnny lets go of your thighs and leans forward onto his hands. Still thrusting into you, he reaches one hand to your face, brushing his thumb over your lips. You moan and he slides his fingers into your mouth. The ones previously inside your cunt. You're holding his stare while you suck on his fingers. His mouth hangs open, panting and his shaggy Mohawk sticks to his forehead with sweat. In a defiant move you bite down. Not enough to hurt, but enough to elicit a reaction. His hips buck erratically when you do causing you to moan his name and let his fingers go. His hand is instantly on your jaw forcing you to look at him. "What a brave little lass you are, biting me." His chuckle and aggressive tone strike through your body and make your pussy clench. "Ahh... yeah, love, I knew you liked it a little rough." He reaches his free hand down as he speaks and slaps your clit. "Just took a little while for you to show it."

Your orgasm is building up the more he teases you, all you can do is nod and moan eagerly in agreement, praying he doesn't stop. You grab onto his forearms and look down to watch his cock as he fucks it into you. The way your body reacts must be so familiar to him at this point because he slows down and grinds into you, still playing with your clit as he feels you reach the start of your orgasm. Your pussy spasms wildly as you cum. Your head falls back and your stomach clenches while your loud moans fill the house. Johnny's groaning is drowned out by the blood rushing in your ears as you relax. He's fucking you through your orgasm to desperately reach his own and it doesn't take long. With a whispered, "Fuck." His thrusts become frantic, his panting gets louder until he quickly pulls out and grabs your hand; guiding you to jerk him off. His hand squeezes and guides yours until he's cumming all over your stomach and cunt with a loud moan. His hips buck involuntarily as he overstimulates himself.

Your gentle puffs mix with his heavy pants. You watch his body jolt as you let go of his cock and use your clean hand to reach out to his face. Your hand slides from his cheek to the back of his neck. He's leaning down before you even have to pull him. Leaning up and meeting him in the middle, you share a final heated kiss.

[jyoongim]

Okay, can you mabye do a #12 and #7 🟠?

it could be Alastor and really shy reader who sucks at dancing, but he convinces her to try it, I thought it would be so cute 🧡

Prompt 1, #7 & 12: tango kiss/lingering kiss

Why did Alastor ask you to come out?

The red deer had convinced you to come out tonight to Mimzy’s lounge.

You couldnt bare to tell him no, knowing the two of you hardly had time alone.

A drink and good music sounded good.

However…it was dance night.

And you couldn’t dance.

Like you had two left feet.

And Alastor was an AMAZING dancer.

Your eyes watched as he danced with Mimzy, mesmerized at how good he was, even though he had been chugging whiskey.

He had asked you to dance but you declined, feeling shy and embarrassed that you wouldn’t be able to keep up.

You didn’t want to embarrass him since you were a bad dancer.

Alastor hummed as he made his way over to you.

He silently grabbed your hands, slowly pulling you out your seat.

You blinked and tried to make excuses, which fell on deaf ears as Alastor pulled you towards the dance floor.

”A-Al no I-I you know I can’t dance. I just wanna watch. I dont want to step on your toes”

Alastor just ignored you as he pulled you against him and began to follow the dance moves to a song.

You pouted as you looked down, watching your feet, not wanting to step on his shoes, but a finger lifted your chin to make you look into his eyes.

He had a smile on his face as he guided you around the dancefloor

”Just keep your eyes on me darling”

Easier said than done.

One two three

one two three

The tempo of the music made it a little easy to keep up with Alastor’s movement.

You had relaxed a bit, getting used to the steps of the dance. 

It was some sort of tango.

”See? You got it. Now can you keep up?” He flashed you a smile and you grinned back nervously and with a squeak, you were whisked across the dance floor, Alastor essentially twirling you around. 

You kept up pretty good, surprisingly.

You couldnt help but admire Alastor. The dark lights really made his appearance stand out. 

He was gorgeous.

Alastor pulled you towards him and your body buzzed from the close proximity.

You found yourself bent over backwards, back thrown back and Alastor leaning over you.

His red eyes were lidded and filled with an emotion you couldnt quite place.

”A-Al?” You whispered, feeling like you would explode.

Maybe it was the rush of adrenaline or the nature of the music, but Alastor said nothing as his face leaned towards you and his lips pressed against yours.

Your eyes widened and you melted.

He slowly pulled you back up, never breaking the kiss.

It felt like it was only the two of you in the room.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned into the kiss.

The kiss was like one you had never experienced.

It was filled with unsaid emotion and tension.

He nipped at your lips and coaxed his tongue into your mouth.

When he pulled away,  your cheeks were burning and your lidded eyes looked into his and out of embarrassment, you ducked your head down into his chest.

A deep rumble ran through his chest, a chuckle 

“Oh my dear you were exceptional”

Maybe you should have went out dancing sooner.

[lizsos]

I'm Dangerous.

▪︎warning : dirty talk, multiple orgasms, blow job , no use of protection, praise , creamie pie, degradation, g!p , choking , violence,

▪︎Genre: smut

(Grammar mistakes)

Your heels clicked loudly on the stained prison tiles . The echo of your soft footsteps trailing the narrow walls of the enclosed hallway.

Bada

That was the prisoner you were assigned to . A women who had killed more people than you'd met in your life as a doctor , a psychologist at that . So you'd met a lot of people .

Two guards trailed closely behind you , glaring warningly as the inmates who smirked as you walked past the lines of cells . A collection of whistles and cheers sounding at the mere sight of a women as attractive as yourself .

How long it had been since they'd seen one after all .

"Hey Doc...you sure you wanna take this case.. I mean , I dont doubt ya or anything but this one.. she's bad. Dangerous ."

"Now what kind of doctor would I be if I feared a little danger. She's still a patient." You smiled, ignoring the way your hairs stood as you were led deeper into the institution. The part where they held those deemed a danger to society.

Those who had a no chance of even seeing the sunlight again .

You were nervous, your heart thumping loudly in your chest when you scanned your surroundings. There weren't any cells , there were only..rooms. Fully enclosed rooms with a singular window for passing food .

Every part of you begged for you to turn and run. To not even interact with whoever sat on the other side of that door. And you froze when bright brown eyes pierced into yours . The rest of her face casted behind a dark shadow as her head tilted back . Giving you a sight to the small smirk creeping onto her features .

"Doc, I really think that-" it was another guard who spoke up . Both of them holding nothing on their features but fear . It was clear that they never ever bothered Bada . The rumours had been enough to make every guard to turn a blind eye .

"Hey its fine. Okay? This is what I do." It really was . The guard gave you a curt nod and a sigh when you clasped both of his hands in your smaller one .

Offering him a reassuring nod .

"If anything happenes , us and five other are stationed close . Good luck Doc."

You gave him a small thanks , your head held high as the door was pulled open roughly. Revealing a black/white haired women who sat in her bed against the walls , her eyebrows raising when you dared to step inside . Nodding to the guard to close the door .

"You're scared." Her deep voice rung out , keeping her euw on you as you pulled out a small chair that was tucked away near the sink.

"And how do you know, Bada?" Your tone was steady , letting out a breath when the shakiness you felt wasn't reflected in your voice .

Bada hummed, her smirks widening when you spoke to her like a normal being . To stuttering, no harshness . Just your sweet voice saying her name . "I can sense it , Doc." She loved the way you tried to hide your squirm under her gaze .

"So, Bada. Tell me something about yourself." You steered away from her accusations, holding eye contact even when she leaned forward . Taking you in from head to toe . You were hot , she liked that. You seemed to like being confident too. And God did you smell fucking delicious.

She wanted to eat you alive .

Break you .

Use you .

She really did . But you were so fascinating , and she'd only just met you . Who knew how intertaining you could be .

"I've killed people" she was blunt , eyes almost begging you to keep asking these ridiculous questions. It was making her cock twitch .

"Well Bada , that is common knowledge, dont you think? I wanna know something else... tell me a secret hmm?" You leaned forward with a smile , elbows rested on your knees as you looked to her for a response.

She reciprocated your actions, leaning forward until you felt her hot breath fan over your face . "A secret huh? Alright Doc..." she watched as your breathing sped up , using every strength in your body to not pull back . You were brave , she liked that . " I surprisingly don't wanna kill you right now ."

"I'm glad to hear that."

" I said right now , didn't say anything about later " she pushed away from you , one of her knees up to her chest when she leaned back against the concrete wall behind her . "Let me ask you something , Doctor . Are you stupid?"

Your head tilted at where this was going . You supposed to be the one asking the questions. But the conversation was two sided , this would've made things easier. " I'd like to believe not . Why do you ask ?"

"Because you really think that if I try to kill you , some measly guards would come to your rescue." She scoffed

"But you don't want to kill me . Thats all that matters."

Fair .

Bada watched as you took a quick peek down at hee files . There was something that you missed , that much was evident. "Finally found it huh?"

"I haven't found anything taht I didn't see before." You objected , glancing to the door with your lip hanging loosely between your teeth .

"Dont. Dont do that." She demanded lowly, watching with lidded eyes as you let your plump bottom lip, slick after running your tongue over it , fall back into place. Bada breathed deeply, finally looking away from you as she swallowed hard . Closing her eyes with her head rested behind her .

There was something about you that she wanted a taste of . It was driving her crazy...er" I never did anything to these doctors. They were just weak. Got scared way to fast."

"And what did you do scare them away?"

"Nothing" she spat, "they came in here acting all high and mighty, talked to me like I was beneath them. So I simply didn't bother hiding how much I wanted to strangle them . And somehow that makes me the bad guy right Doc?"

You shook your head, " No , you have a right to respect too. They should never have treated you as unequals." Lying was all was in the job description.

"Good try Doc. But you and I know thats a loud of crap," she finally peeled over her eyes back open , and you couldn't help you mind from wandering to how attractive she was in the dim light . She was for sure built, and the facial structure that made you clench your thighs. "Now , we gonna finish our game of twenty one questions or not?"

She was actually being cooperative.

"Yes we are , how about i start ?."

"I'll start." There was no room for obligation in her tone ." Whats your name?"

You contemplated whether to tell her or not , eventually you told her. Though you missed her small smile tugging at her lips when she muttered a small "cute" .

"My turn , what was your childhood like?" You watched her face grow cold , a small glare being dirctated at anything in the room but you . "Next question"

"Bada..."

"I said next question , how old are you?"

You sighed, "I'm twenty six." Her eyes widened, that was extremely young for a doctor . "Is there one good memory you have from before you killed for the first time?"

"I had twin kittens. Do you have a boyfriend?"

You were taken back by the question, mouth opening and closing a few times before you chuckled. "No . I don't have a boyfriend."

"Good"

You jumped back when the door yanked open , the guard eyeing Bada warily before nodding to you . "Your times up, Doc."

"Oh already? Could you give me a few more minutes?"

"You know how dangerous she is Doc.... we can't risk it."

"You heard the man I'm dangerous, Doctor."

You nibbled at your kips softly , and Bada fought a groan as you did exactly what she warned you not to. Standing up , you gave Bada a warm smile, the gesture making her stomach get all weird inside . "Goodbye until our next session Bada."

She only hummed , the door being shut behind you as you were led away.

It was back to darkness.

"That was more than enough light , sure. But it suddenly felt so empty without you there .

_

You couldn't get Bada off your mind when you arrived home . A part of you just really wanted figure her out . The other actually liked her company.

You must've been so sick in the head . Splashing your face with cold water as you mentally scolded yourself. What was wrong with you ? She was a criminal .

_

The next morning you walked the path that you had taken the previous day to the to Bada . This time without the guards following you .

There was only one who stood outside of the door to let you in with a small node in acknowledgement.

Badas head perked up to the fimliar clicking of those heels you wore . Her signature smirk on her face as she stared you down. "Just couldn't get enough huh Doc? Aren't you forgetting I'm dangerous?"

You took a seat , no file in hand this time . "Good morning Bada , how are you ?" " if I said better now that you're here , would that be clichè?"

You laughed, an actual laugh. A sweet one that made her heart flutter the tiniest bit while blood rushed her groin .

"Its very good to see you too. How about we get started yeah?" You paused as you collected your thoughts . "You seem to be heavily affected by people calling you... dangerous. Why?"

"Everybody is dangerous. It just takes pushing at the right buttons to get it out of them. Half of the people have done just as bad as I have yet I'm the only dangerous one . Makes so much sense right?"

She shook her head. " tell me doctor , do you really think I just happened to get caught ? That I couldn't get out if this damn place if I wanted too? Hell, tell me you reliaze that I could drop a good twenty more bodies right here , right now."

You shifted in your seat . " I think that you let yourself get caught because you're tired . Because there's a small sense of peace you get from being in here . And I think that you aren't trying to leave because you don't want to."

"You almost had it Doc. See, I was well on my way out until you came . So I might stick around for a just a little bit longer."

You heart fluttered , for you? Giving up on fighting the rational side of you as you continued to engage in a conversation. Getting Bada to slowly open up to you more .

"Do you have any friends Bada?"

"I don't consider people friends , they just exist alongside me."

"If I asked you to be your friend , what would you say?" It was routine, but you really were curious.

"I'd say you can be whatever you want to be Doc."

Another flutter

"Have you ever been inlove Bada?"

She was silent , jaw clenching as her gaze got harsh . "Next question."

"What was were they like?"

"I said next fucking question doctor ."

"And I said what was were they like? " you leaned forward , pressing for her to answer the question.

"You're stubborn aren't you? I wonder what my hand would look like around that pretty neck of yours. "She was a lot like you."

You were taken back Bada said 'she' so she dated a girl?

"What happened to her?" You knew how touchy that question would've been.

"Nothing. That bitch left"

Oh.

"I'm sorry"

She started at you in confusion, "I never said she died."

"Yes. But thats only physically. Whe she broke your hear she died to you. And that hurts just as bad ."

She was silent, studying your eyes . Trying to get a read on you. "What else do you want to know Doc?"

You were getting somewhere.

Bada found you smart . Thought that you knew a lot . Found it hot how good you were at cracking her . But it pissed her off that the one thing you didn't seem to pick up was how much it hurt to watch you leave at the end of each session.

_

A week later had led to a Monday morning where you hadn't gone to the prison. You had quite an agenda for the day that could cost you your job of you didn't get it done .

That was something Bada was obviously clueless about . It was why she thought you'd just decided to up and go after she had started liking to have you around. After she'd started opening up to you .

It was also why she was causing a fit. Yelling at the guards to get you to her. Now. That she wanted to see you . Needed to see you . A line of men laying knocked out atop of each other from being sent to 'handle' the carzed prisoner .

Would you really not come back? Would you really abandon her? It seemed like that was common with people she craved even the slightest for.

Bada's fist met the wall near her bed, knuckles bloodied as she cracked into the hard surface. Chest heaving up and down heavily when her hands reached to tug at strands of her hair .

She blinked when she heard the clicking of heels of the tiles. Immediately scowling at the unfamiliarity of them . "Who the fuck is this?".

"This is Dr.smith , she's-"

"I don't fucking care who she is . Bring me my doctor now."

Back at your flat , you dropped the piles of paper in front of you at the sound of your phone ringing .

It was a number you didn't have saved .

"Hello, Doctor y/n speaking- yes? Oh my. I-i am so sorry . Yes , I will be there right away."

What had you done?

You practically ran through the halls after parking outside the building . Finding many guards posted outside her door with guns in had . Some of them having black eyes .

"You all can go now." You panted , it was clear that you had been in a hurry. "Please."

They all shared a look , finally walking away and allowing you to slowly open the door.

"Where were you?"

"I'm really sorry Bada . I was so busy today and-" you gasped when a hand reached out to wrap around your neck . Slamming you into the wall behind you with her face buried in your neck .

Bada inhaled your floral scent , groaning to herself as her grip on your delicate skin tightened. "So you just left me here today? Am I not as important as your 9ther little patients? Is that it hm?"

Deep down , you had hurt her feelings , and she couldn't help the way she clung to you as your hand lifted to her cheek . Turning her face to look down at yours .

"N-no I promise you . You're just as important as anyone else . I would have never missed our session if I didn't have to"

"Make it up to me"

It was the perfect opportunity

"W-what?"

"Strip for me doctor." She let go of your neck , letting you catch your breath while looking at her timidly.

"Bada....."

"Why so shy doctor? We both know you want to"

You shook your head , shrinking under her gaze with a protesting whisper. " I don't know what you're talking about Bada. This is very unprofession- ahh."

Bada brought her knee up between your thighs , pressing it into your clothed clit , her lips ghosted over your ear , hit breath fanning your skin as she breathed deeply. "You can always leave if you want to. I'm used to that after all."

You shifted on your feet when your back arched. A small whime leaving your mouth when she pulled away from you and gestured to the door .

She smirked "blouse first."

You bit your lip , unbuttoning your shirt until your bra was on display. The heavy swell of your breasts causing Bada's mouth to water when she nodded to the bra.

With your eyes still on her you let your breasts spring out of their confinement. Two pert nipples pointing right at her as her dick rose. Her hand palming herself under the pair of black pants with a shiver. "C'mere"

You walked over to her on shaky legs , sitting down on her lap with your head to the floor . "Uh uh," her hand reached under your chin to force your eyes back on her . "None of this Doc"

You moaned when her tongue swirled around one of your nipples . Sucking your breast into her mouth while she palmed at the other . "These are even more perfect outside that fucking shit of yours" .

Bada watched as you shivered when she ran her finger down your belly . Cupping your clothed cunt with the jerk of her hips into your ass . "Fuck...take that off."

You hurriedly took your pants off, Bada's pupils dilating at the sight of your lace panties . "Wore this just for me hmm doc? All this for Ms. Dangerous."

Bada didn't give you a chance to respond before flipping you into the mattress they called a bed . Lifting you heel clad feet onto her shoulders with her head hovering over your pussy . Her tongue darting out to lick at the wet spot building from arousal. "You're real dirty for me doctor" she teased , glancing behind her with a chuckle. "Imagine if you get caugh."

Your eyes shot up to the small window , taking note of that vacant corridor as you per requested.

"God , you smell so fucking good.wanna devour that pretty pussy." She breathed , large hand ripping the flimsy fabric to expose your glistening folds . "Hmm so wet all for me" .

You mewled when her long tongue licked a stripe of your slit. Swirling around your clit before sloppily dipping into your hole . Her hums sending vibrations through your clit as she lapped at your dripping slick.

"Bada-" you mewled, back arching as you reached for her hair. Tugging softly with the curl of your toes when her tongue and fingers swapped places. The two joints fucking up roughly into you g-spot as she sucked noisily at your clit . "F-fuck,nngh- so good" you cried out, tears welling in the corner of your eyes as your body filled with pleasure .

"Yeah? You like that Doc? Bet you wanna get that greedy cunt stuffed right after." She grunted, your eyes rolling back in a string of muffled moans as your other hand shot up to your lips .

You oegs began to tremble, Bada's smirk growing wider and wider until she stopped her movements. Watching as you blinked at her with a sniffled whine.

"You left me . You know how much that fucking hurtb? I thought i would never see you again."

"Im-"

"You're sorry. Yeah, yeah... I know." She rolled her eyes , crawling over your body with a sigh . Using the pad of her thumb to wipe away a stray tear before pressing her lips to yours . Making you taste yourself on her tongue.

You fell deeper into the kiss , eyes closing in satisfaction as her lips moves hungrily on yours . Pulling away with a string of salvia concerns you to her .

"Let's reverse the roles yeah?" She whispered, standing up to sit in the chair that you usually sat in. "So my adorable little patient.. put these tiny fingers to work on that clit of yours . I want you to make yourself cum."

You whimpered , your fingers immediately meeting your sensitive clit with a small shiver .

"You know what to do." She encouraged. Your fingers beginning to rub small circles on the small bud before speeding up . Little gasps and moans falling past your lips as your stomach burned with heat.

Your eyes locking onto Bada's eyes as her head tilted. Just like it had the first day you met her . "Ahh, B-bada . Fuckk." You cried, head falling back with your eyes still on her . The primal look in her eyes making your insides flutter as she did nothing but watch you . Not even freeing her painfully hard cock .

"Bada- c-cant. Can't hold it." Your voice cracked, body shaking lightly as your organ washed over you .

"Yes you can"

"Nngh , cant bada . Need to let go."

She stayed quiet for what felt like an eternity , your breathing getting heavy as you desperately waited on her permission.

She leaned her head back , eyes boring into your fingers working your wet cunt before nodding . "Go ahead."

You came with a silent moan , body spasming uncontrollably as your pussy leaked onto her only of sheets.

"Dirty, dirty girl . Look at that mess." You shied away from her gaze . "And look at how hard you made me . Come fix it."

You stood on wobbly feet , barely able to balance in your heels as you fell on your knees before her. Looking at her through your lashes while pulling down her pants .

You blinked at the mere size of her bulye . She was huge. Tugging off her underwear to reveal her thick, being length. Pointing up to the sky with a fiery red tip. "Suck"

You took her past your lips , barley able to take even half of her before she hit the back of your throat . Your fist stroking all the parts of her you couldn't take .

Bada groaned , head flinging back with another strained moan at how good your mouth felt . "S-shit doc. You really got a mouth on ya." She gasped , eyes meeting yours as you attempted to take her down your throat . Your droll coating both your lips and her cock as you lewdly sucked her off.

She took your head into her hold , letting you do your own thing as she grunted with each jerk of her hips. Defined abs tensing when she grew closer to her release.

"Fuck doc, gon' shoot my cum down that tight throat of yours." She breathed. Holding you down onto her as you gagged and sputtered lightly, Bada's cock twitching before you felt the warm liquid run down your throat.

"Wish I could fuck that pussy so bad" she let go of your head , wiping a strip of her chm from your chin before pushing her fi her past your lips. Watching as you sighed in content while sucking every last drop. "Its so bad that in about one minute those guards are gonna come and get you Doc. Our session is over."

You had no time to question how she knew . Scurrying redress with widened eyes.

Bada may not had q clock . Nor was able to distinctly see the sun rise and set . But she'd learned to count seconds when you were around . She knew how much time she had with you .

"And... now."

At that very moment the door swung open. Bada having easily pulled back up her pants after giving you your seat back . Both of you oozing as professional as you possibly could.

"See you tomorrow Doc." She smiled innocently , watching as you scrambled out while avoiding her eyes.

You really fucked up now.

It was hard to keep her out of your mind before . But now , trying was futile . You'd gotten a taste and you needed . Which was why your brain would not let you close your eyes without thinking of her fucking you.

_

The next morning you bit back a whimper as you clit was caught between your rubbing thighs. You had worn a tight pencil skirt with no panties . Just for Bada .

You were thankful that the guards had compiled to your wishes of them leaving.

You wanted to stop yourself. To goback home and forget about the woman infornt of you . She may not have been dangerous to you physically. But to your heart and mind .... she'd be the death of you .

When the door closed behind you , you found yourself being pushed roughly into o the same wall as last time. Bada letting out a groan as she captured your lips on her. Kissing you so much more feverishly than yesterday.

"You dont know how much i need you . Didn't even sleep last night. " she panted, turning you around so that your chest rested against the concrete surface. "Missed you so much doc." Her voice softened, kissing down your neck while grinding up into you . Her fingers finding their way under your skirt with a smirk against your skin. " and I thought you couldn't get any dirtier.. no panties huh?"

You moaned whe she prodded at your already dripping cunt. The thought of her being enough to have gotten you soaked. "Shit- tell me what you want Doc. Let me hear you say it. " she growled lowly, ready to snap the second the word left your mouth.

"Please- please fuck me."

Bada hungrily shoved your skirt up . The fabric bunching at your his as she freed her aching cock both of you letting out a noise of satisfaction when she sunk into you, her large hands holding tightly onto your hips to pull you into her . Your back arching as your hands shot put to the wall for support .

"O-ohh God." You cried loudly, your lips parted in a shaky moan as Bada's cock rammed deeper near the entrance of your cervix. Her veins grazing at your g-spot as the fat grits stretched you to your limit .

"Nah baby, 's only me."

"Badaa- so good- ahhh." Tears pooled in your eyes, Bada's heamd reached into your hair to pull you back to her chest. Your nails clawing at the wall on front of you as she destroyed yours .

"Taking me so fucking well. Shit- pussy's so dam snug." She husked , hips snapping noisily I to yours as she funked I to yoirwalls mercilessly. Basking in the sounds of your choked screams mewls. The way you sobbed underneath her when your knees buckled.

She was fucking you so hard and deep. Better tha anything you'd felt before. Her cokc slamming into all the places that would drive you crazy .

"The day you fucking leave i will break outta here doc. And I will find you. You're mine got it?" There was a certain seriousness in her voice that made goosebumps arise on your skin. Your slate tears mixing with your drool as they ran down your flushed face .

"And when I do get outta here youre gonna have my baby doc. 'M for a fuck you again and again till I eventually give you my fuck-ing kid." Her breathing beca,e ragged . Your body rocking forward with each of her movements.

She smirked. "I've already fucked ya this dumb?" Her cock twitching inside you as your body moved with her cock like flashlight. Your vision blurred as your head grew light, dizzy. You couldn't think , every rolls of Bada's hips clouding your mind as you let an incoherent babble drip off your tongue. Shakily chanting you her name when she reached forward to your clit .

"Look at you . Look so pretty underneath ,e like this." Her free ha d snaked upto your neck, groaning loudly at the feeling of your heart beat on her skin. Pulling you up so your back rested flat against her chest , wandering lips meeting your exposed collarbone . "Let go for me"

Your body quivered as you tightened around her . Letting out a whi per like cry as you came messily on her cock. A breathy moan of her own sounding in your ear when her thrusts began to get sloppy .

"Badaaaa.. inside. Want you inside . I'm in pill." You begged , legs giving away ah she held you flush against her.

"Whatever you want doc," slowly coming to a halt as she buried herself i side your warmth , tonguedarting out to lick at your tear strained cheeks. Feeling her cock, swell as she pumped you full of her cu, . Painted your gummy walls in nothing but white .

"Looks like I'm sending you back withnmy cum dripping down your thighs." She pulled out with a groan. Her cym leaking out of your fluttering cunt in a small spurts whe she used her hands at ten flesh of your ass . "Hottest thing I've seen in a while ... After you of course."

You hummed m eyes shutting as you fell i to her . Feeling the thick substance slowly dripping down your legs while spreading over sticky folds. Bada stumbled back onto her bed with you on top of her . Your face nestling into her chest with a soft smile . "Heydoc... I love you but those guards are gonna be back soon."

"So worth it. Was the one thought branding itself into your mind as your body registered the rough, last filled fuck.

"Shit"

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You and bada had gotten so much closer over yet another week . You had never believed in falling in love that quickly until now. You couldn't help it. You felt so ,ugh better when she was around . Seeing g her was the highlight of your day especially now that you'd convinced for longer sessions.

She felt the small ebay. You were the second person she had fallen in love with and somehow even harder . You made her heart... swell . And she was serious about busting out to start a life with you.

"So your first love. We never ever finished talking about her." You smirked, notepad back in hand as you did your job. Bada have been stealing small kisses from between every question.

"How about we forget about my first love and focus on my current one . You"

[dollwrites]

Just stumbled to your page, if you dont mind i wanna see you write for kaito again😭🙏 like the fic you made about him is so shskshsks🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶‼️‼️

— ⟡ dizzy drabbles disclaimer !!

all dizzy drabbles are written when i am extremely high ( or, dizzy ) and they don’t contain a trigger warnings list. if there’s no indication by the request, you can assume that the fic is nsfw + dark-leaning, if not blatantly dark. these pieces are never proof read so mistakes are probably present. < 3 enjoy your experience

thunk! thunk! thunk!

it was all you could do to keep your focus solely on the sound the desk made underneath you— the legs pounding against the solid floor in tandem with the judge’s rabid thrusting into you from behind— so that you didn’t have come to terms with what this was.

what you were.

a bribe.

the jingling of golden coins are muffled in the small purse as you grip it with one hand close to your chest, whilst the other tries desperately to hold on to the edge of his desk for some sort of stabilization. you bite your lip, in hopes to muffle the pathetic, humiliating mewling that seemed to seep out each time Gallerian bottomed out, filling you to his hilt, but it was no use.

you’d never been so roughly handled, nor had you been prepared for the judge you’d visited so late at night to bend you over, hike up your dress, and make your pussy part of the bargain.

struggling to stay balanced, pressing your balls of your feet and your toes against the floor in an attempt to plant yourself there, you can feel the harsh recoil of his hips when they snap against yours.

you would’ve simply dropped your head in shame, splayed your upper body across the desk in hapless submission but hid your pleasured expression from him if only he’d let you. if only his hands were both clasped around your neck, fingers locked at the front of your throat to keep you steady as he fucked you without remorse, or concern. the shame of being so exposed— dress pushed down around your waist to reveal your jiggling breasts and skirt tossed over your lower back, panties around your ankles, and your legs spread to accept his greedy cock barreling what felt like a hole through you— was almost too much to bear. “S—stop…”

it’s a whispered plea, one that Gallerian either didn’t hear, or didn’t care about, because his fingers tightened around your neck, and he pulled you back against him. he was derobed, and you could feel the sheet of sweat that covered his chest as it smeared against your back. “Let’s feel that sweet, little cunt tighten up, my pet.” he pants against the shell of your ear, “Show me how grateful you are for my… generosity.” he didn’t have to command it; his cock was digging into a hypersensitive bundle of nerves within your depths and sending you into a gasping, whining, squirming tizzy. “Very good, girl.” Gallerian grunts, keeping his grip on you firm and unyielding, holding you in place as he battered those nerves until your whining turned into yelping, and eventually, ragged panting. your squirming turned to twitching, then to trembling as he ripped the orgasm from your body.

you screamed out, and closed your eyes against the ferocity of the sensations, stomping your feet and bucking your body forwards, only to be pulled right back in as he forced you to ride out the unwanted pleasure, all the while he planted hot, sultry kisses against your ear and down your neck.

sometime in your erotic turmoil, Gallerian also came undone. he gripped your throat tighter, his drilling became more precise and deliberately cruel and deep, and to punctuate your climax’s conclusion, you felt warmth engulfing your insides— filling a pouch in your lower belly, and you gasped, nails scraping at the desk. “W—wait—!”

but it was much too late for that, and you knew so when Gallerian sighed and pushed you off of him, taking a step back to admire his handiwork.

you were still shaking, legs cramped and spread, with his release leaking from your thoroughly used core that still twitched and clenched, remembering the way his girth stretched your sensitive, inner walls. you took a couple of heavy breaths, feeling his gaze upon your destruction, before you finally found the strength to straighten your posture. your skirt falls down into place, and you take baby steps, a small series, to turn around and face the main that had just deflowered you so brutally.

he was smiling, his eyes drifting from your puffy, swollen eyes and your tear streaked cheeks, down to your bare breasts and the coin purse clutched in your hand. his own reaches out, fingertips tracing your breast in a soft caress, but they don’t stay there. they careen to pluck the purse from your grasp.

“All your little hovel was worth fit in such a tiny purse, not nearly the sum I usually accept.” he chuckles softly as he weighs it, bouncing it up and down in one hand, before he looks at you with the devil sparkling in his eyes, “but I suppose the feeling of your warm cunt milking my cock settles the remainder of the balance.” he takes a step closer, and runs his hand up the length of your chest, neck, and finally caresses your warm cheek, smearing a tear into it as he grins wider. “Don’t cry, silly girl. You should be overjoyed. You just saved your mother from the gallows.”

[kissesfordaryl]

Hey there ^_^ This idea has been eating away my brain for a good while now and you're the only male writer I know, UGH I LOVE YOU

May I please have your headcanons on how Daryl would be like with a metalhead bf who's really intimidating and looks like he came straight outta hell but is actually super sensitive and sweet? Such as first impressions, how Daryl feels about his kindness, etc.

Thank you!! Xx

daryl & his metalhead.

note: honestly had to do a lil research beforehand bc i dont wanna do any metalheads wrong😭 AND HOPEFULLY I DIDNT!! 😕 lmk (n ilyt)

daryl sees you and automatically assumes youre the quiet type- a lone wolf even. you dressed in dark colors and occasionally band tees(which he had no clue of), towered over almost everyone, wore your dark hair long, and didnt warm up to many people. he doesnt go out of his way to talk to you, until youve come up to him.

"y'wanna go on a run with me?" hes staring up at you in disbelief, turning his head left and right in search of backup. youve practically cornered him on the streets of alexandria, big pleading eyes staring at him.

"yeah!" youre nodding a bit too enthusiastically for his liking, "its just... im looking for some parts. my guitars broken, so. but i wont be in the way, i promise!"

he scoffs, and doesnt believe you for a second. but the next morning, hes taken you and one car.

he realizes that every assumption hes made about you is 100% wrong. hes always categorized you as emo in his head, but you were quick to inform him the differences between being emo and being a metalhead. hes quiet for most of the ride, but surprisingly asks you a few questions here and there. his second assumption is that you were quiet. jesus, you could talk his ear off. but in a good way he thinks.

the run is unsuccessful, but daryl gifts you a little pin with a guitar on it. youre enveloping him in a hug, and hes reluctant to return it.

back at home, he pays more attention to you. he gets defensive whenever someone makes a judgmental remark about you, claiming that you're different than what everyone thinks. carol teases him about it: "didnt realize you knew him so well." and yeah. maybe he did. maybe he wanted to. "so what?"

he finds himself coming around to your house more often, letting you teach him how to make dinner and listen to you play(he found your missing part on a run with rick). he enjoys it more than he thought he would, and you joke around and say hes halfway to being a metalhead like you.

"youve already got the hair down." hes sat down at the couch, and youre coming around to sit next to him, a hand reaching out to feel his hair. "we're basically twins."

he huffs, turning away to hide his blush. "it aint like that. just grew out over time."

"well good. i like it."

hes grown attached to you, always spending his free time with you. that also means hes grown protective of you. he constantly lectures you on how you shouldnt just let people say whatever they wanted about you- and that if you wouldnt step up, he will.

you take in a stray cat, and daryl practically has a heart attack seeing how gentle you are with it, pampering it and laying it against daryls chest.

he lets you do stupid shit to him all the time, like dress him up in your clothes or do some light makeup on him. to show your appreciation, you gave him a kiss on the cheek. he freaks the fuck out and has to get carols advice.

your first kiss is all thanks to your lighter: its just you two outside the walls, and hes forgotten his own. youre leaning in close, the fire right underneath the cigarette. your hand is quick to steal it from his mouth, fingers brushing against his mouth. before you can blow the smoke out, hes on his tippy toes and leaning in. the way the smoke blows into his own mouth is the hottest thing youve ever seen.

hopefully didnt butcher this🤞🤞 btw this is such a cute idea im in love

[ribread03]

Dance Party! M.Sturniolo x Reader

Bread talk: I came up with this idea while writing my Nick Sturniolo head cannons.. so yeah. I hope you like this... A HUGE thank you to @6ix9inewiturmom with helping me pick out songs for this. ILY thank you. Also this is a LOOOONG one.

WC: 2597 [just stick with it]

CW: Smut, cursing, unprotected sex [wrap before you tap], idk what else honestly. let me know if I missed anything important..

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"Don't ya wish your girlfriend was hot like me?" Nick sings loudly with the music.

"Don't ya wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?" You're singing the next line of the song.

"Dont Cha" by the Pussycat Dolls plays loudly in the kitchen of the triplets house. Me and Nick dancing our hearts out not having a care in the world of what we look like to the outside eye.

Dancing and laughing with Nick and you spin around the kitchen, bumping into him every once and a while. Rolling your shoulders to the beat of the song. Moving your hips in a sexual way not thinking about anything but you a Nick.

"I probably be just as crazy about you if you were my old man" Both of you singing this line together. While you point at Nick with your finger.

Laughing as the song ends and the next one comes on. You look over the the couch and see Matt sitting there on his phone. Looking over at Nick you now see Chris behind him.

Cheering as the next song starts because it's one of your favorites. "Get Low" by Lil Jon feat. Ying Yang Twins comes on. You start to sing the song. Getting low when it says to get low still singing.

"Till the sweat drops down my balls!" You sing loudly in the house.

"Let me see you get low you scared you, scared you." Chris now singing the part of the song. Dropping down to the floor at this point you bounce back up shaking your ass.

Still singing the song still you move your hips to the left and to the right when that part of the song comes on, wiggling when they song says so.

"To the window, To the wall!" All three of you sing. Pointing to to the window and the wall.

You now feel someone behind you. Knowing the only other person that could have joined you guys would be Matt. The lyrics "Bend over to he front touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low" come on and you do that as you have been with the rest of the song.

Not realizing how close Matt really was to you. You end up hitting his crotch. Him immediately grabbing your hip so you don't rub against him, but you do anyway. You know what you are doing to him. You and Matt have always had a flirty relationship, agreeing that you guys where just friends. Everyone knew that you both kinda liked each other or thought the other one was cute.

Plastering a smile on your face when you feel Matt grip your hips tighter when you directly rub up against his growing boner. Backing up a little more when the same lyric is said again.

The song now ending you step forward going to make away from Matt but his hands are still on you. He quickly pulls his hands away from you and moves them to cover the small bulge that is now in his pants.

The next song starts with some whistling. "Moves Like Jagger" is now playing over the speakers. You start to jump up and down to the beat of the song. Spinning in a circle as you sing the song. Nick and Chris in their own world dancing with each other.

You feel hands on your shoulders stopping you from dancing. You huff and turn your head seeing Matt's faces close to your ear. You can feel his hot jagged breath on your neck as he talks.

"Wanna see my moves?" He pauses for a sec, but continues when you don't move. "They're just like Jaggers."

Now spinning to face him, he winks and walks off to his room. Leaving you there to finish dancing thinking about what he has just said to you.

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Knocking on Matt's door it quickly opens and he pulls you inside. Gasping at the sudden jolt you lose your balance falling right into Matt's chest. You are thinking about whether or not it was a good idea to come down here.

Matt chuckling, he looks at you. You now realize how long you have been standing holding onto his shirt in silence. Stepping back from Matt you look up. "hi." You speak at almost a whisper.

"hey." He says back almost as quite as you.

The tension in the room is so thick you could see it. The dim lights of Matt's room not helping. The mood seems to be set, his bed has silk sheets on it, paired with a matching quilt.

You finally decide to speak up about what Matt had said to you 5 minutes prior. "What's with this 'wanna see my moves' thing?" You question, seriously not knowing what he was talking about.

Matt sits and stares at you for a few seconds before finally taking two steps towards you, grabbing your face and planting his lips on yours. You are shocked at his sudden action. You slowly start to kiss him back when you realize what is happening. Matt pulls away from you lips and looks you in the eyes.

"That help?"

You answer him by kissing him back, this time he is the one that is caught off guard. Pulling away you answer with a breathy "yeah" and a quite giggle. Matt pulls you closer to him with his hands on your waist.

You cant stop smiling. You never thought this day would come when you would be able to kiss Matt. Not wanting to push Matt to do anything you just put your arms around his neck and wait for him to make the next move.

Matt without any warning picks you up, walks across his room and places you on his bed. Standing in front of you he bends down to be level with your face "You have no idea what you do to me, do you?" He whispers in your ear.

His hot breath fanning your neck sends shivers down your spine, making you let out a low whimper. Chuckling Matt moves his face so now he is making eye contact with you. Deciding hes not going to do something about the obvious tension in the room, you kiss him again.

This time it gets heated. Your back is pushed against the bed, Matt on top of you. Matt's hands are on your waist. Your hands rest on his chest, playing with the fabric of his shirt. His grip is strong making it so you cant move. He is leaving wet kisses down your jaw and neck, then moving back up to your face.

Matt's hands are traveling up your sides, making you squirm at his touch. He pulls away and lifts his shirt up and over his head. You've seen Matt shirtless before, but you cant help and stare right now, taking in every detail of his torso. Matt clears his throat becoming nervous under your gaze.

"sor-." You go to say. Matt cuts you off by kissing you again. His hands playing with the bottom of your shirt now. Taking the hint you break the kiss and slide your thin top up and over your head. Matt is the one staring now, as your chest is now only covered by your lacy bra. Giggling quietly "My eyes are up here silly." Grabbing his chin and bringing his eyes back up to yours.

"You're so beautiful." Matt is kissing you again not giving you time to even say anything back. Smiling in the kiss at the compliment. You go to toy with his belt. Matt pulls back from the kiss looking down at where your hands are, so close to where he needs them but so far away.

You drop your hands as quickly as you can thinking that he is uncomfortable with what you're doing. Matt quickly grabs them and puts them back, letting you know to keep going. You quickly unbuckle his belt, throwing it somewhere on the floor. Still kissing Matt you feel his hands at the waist band out your pants. Nodding yes to let him know it's ok to take them off.

Matt rips your pants down your legs, along with his own leaving you both in your underwear. Your arms go to wrap around your waist to hide from Matt but he stops you by holding your hands above your head, interlocking your fingers. He gives you a quick peck on the lips before moving down to your jaw and neck.

Your breath hitches when he kisses your collar bone. He looks up at you, making eye contact. "Can I take this off?" He ask playing with the strap of your bra. Shaking you head yes. "Words now please." He says. Instant butterfly's enter your tummy.

"Yes, take it off Matt." You say slightly moaning his name when he kisses the top of your breast.

Matt takes your bra off and his mouth quickly finds your nipple swirling it around with his tongue. Whimpering as he does this you can feel him smiling onto your skin. Hands flying to his hair to try and push him down to where you need him the most. "Matt."

"Hm" He responds not taking his mouth off of your body traveling farther down. "What do you need sweetheart."

"I need y-you, Matt, I need you so bad." You confess.

"All you had to do was ask." He starts to move down your body, now at the top of your panties. He loops his finger under the top of them and looks at you once again in the eyes asking for permission to take your final piece of clothing off.

"Matt, just take them off already." You beg slightly, becoming needy. "Please, I need you inside of me already." This makes Matt's cheeks turn a slight shade of pink as if his not undressing you.

Ripping your panties off Matt stares at your naked body laying in front of him. "How did I get so lucky?" He ask himself. He's now face to face with you pussy. You feel his warm breath on your heat. You can feel you heart rate pick up, this is something you never thought would be happening to you.

Gasping when you feel his tongue lick a strip through your folds. You can feel him smirking against you as his tongue moves at a fast speed now. You are becoming a mess from just his tongue, how would it feel when he is pounding into you, his dick hitting the right spot every time.

"M-matt" His name comes out of your mouth louder than you thought because he stops his movements and puts his finger to his lip tell you to be quite. His chin is covered in your juices.

"shh. Wouldn't want them to hear." He says nodding his head towards the door implying he was talking about his brothers.

Quickly nodding your head Matt gets back to work. Your legs start to shake not to long after he starts again. Your hands are pulling on his hair. "Matt-I ug- Im close." You manage to moan out. Matt quickens his pace when he hears this.

"Cum for me, let it all go pretty girl" Hearing his words you cum all over his face. Your legs are shaking, your thighs squeezing around his head as your organism washes over you.

As you are trying to catch your breath Matt's face comes out from in-between your legs. Wiping his chin with the back of his hand, he comes up to your face and gives you a quick little peck on the lips. His lips travel from your lips to the top of your breast.

His hard on presses against your thigh, pressing your thigh up into his cock. He whimpers at the feeling when you do this, lightly biting down on your chest. You do this again, this time earning a moan from Matt. Smirking at what you do to him, you quickly flip so now you are on top of him.

You loop your fingers in the waist band of his underwear and he takes the hit and pulls them down. You can't help but stare for a second, thinking about how it will fit. Matt clears his throat and you bring your attention back to his face.

"Are you sure about this?" Matt ask you.

"Yeah." You tell him. "What about you? Do you want this to?"

"Most defiantly."

With that you kiss Matt. Pulling away Matt flips you guys over again so he is on top once again. He lines up his tip with your entrance. He slowly pushes into. You wince at this pain as he stretches you out. He slowly starts to thrust into you.

Little sounds escape your lips when the pain becomes pleasure. Matt starts to move his hips. You feel over the moon right now, never in a billion years would you think this would be happening, all because of a stupid song.

Matt's lips reconnect with yours. His hips are moving slowly still. "Mhp- Matt." You let quiets moans and whimpers of his name leave your mouth, pushing Matt to move his hips faster.

"You're so pretty." He lets out. "I hope you know that." Blushing at his comments his name slips past your lips again.

Matt hits the spot that makes you crumble every time. You can't hold back your moans anymore, letting the whole house know what is going on. Matt is quick to put his fingers in your mouth. Picking up his pace as his rams into you.

You're close to cumming again, you can tell Matt is as well. His thrust are become sloppy and uneven. "C-close." is all you can mumble out.

"Me to, me to." He tells you as he takes his fingers out of your mouth wanting to hear the noises he causes you to make. "Cum with me y/n?"

Before the whole sentence leaves his mouth your cumming, him not far after you. Matt pulls out and falls down on the bed next to you. You look over at him, his face slightly sweaty from the events that just had happened. "That was..." You start but trail off.

"Yeah it was." He knows what you mean, you just smile at the fact he thinks that same. He looks over at you, making eye contact with you. He leans over and gives you a quick peck on the lips before getting out of bed and walking into his bathroom. He walks back into the room with a washcloth.

Walking over to you he drags the cloth all over your thighs being careful around your more sensitive parts as he cleans you up. Peppering kisses all around your body as he does this.

Once he is done he throws the cloth in his dirty clothes bin and grabs you a sweatshirt and underwear from his dresser. After helping you put them on, and his own pair, he climbs back into bed with you. Snuggling up close to you, you can feel his hot breath on your neck.

"Soo-" you start before Matt cuts you off.

"Can we talk in the morning? I just want to cuddle right now..." Matt shamelessly admits.

Laughing lightly at his small confession, "Yeah." You answer. "I like that idea" Snuggling back into his chest. Slowly you start to drift asleep, in arms you're used to sleeping in but this time it's different. A good difference, one that you like and could get used to.

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ANpt2.: I hoped you guys like this. This took me forever to write but I really enjoyed it. this is so long so thanks for reading the whole thing. OKAY BYE LOVE YOU <3!!!

[eideticmemory]

WILDEST DREAMS | MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER

While directing a new film, Matthew becomes infatuated with you, the lead actress, and he’s having a hard time not making it obvious.

Word Count: 4k.

Warning/Includes: Age gap, pining, smut.

The best thing to do is be casual. Calm, collected, cool. You’re not doing anything wrong. In fact, you’re not really doing anything at all. It’s all in the walk - slow, steady strides - you don’t want to look too eager. Keep your head up high, only glance down for a moment at a time, keep your hands busy.

Play the part.

As your knuckles lightly rasp on the trailer door, you look around, fanning yourself with the stack of paper in your hand. When you turn back around, Matthew is opening the door and this grand, bright smile stretches across his entire face the moment he sees you.

“Hi,” he says.

“Hey,” you grin, tilting your head. “Wanted to go over something in the script with you. Do you have a second?”

Only taking a beief moment to look around the barren lot, Matthews eyes fall back on you, and there’s a certain spark in them as he says, “Of course. Of course, come in.”

“Thanks,” you tell him as you step inside.

And then the door is locked and the script is on the floor and you’re straddling his lap, your mouth open so he can stick his tongue inside of it. Your fingers tangle themselves in his curls, your nails scratching his scalp. He makes this soft purring noise, but his hold on your waist is tight, his nails digging through the fabric of your shirt and into your skin. With a roll of your hips, he’s left gasping for air and his hands begin to wander, trailing from your waist to your thigh. His fingertips creep towards the apex of your hips and you tighten them around his waist. It’s at this point that you grab onto his wrists and you’re well aware that he doesn’t have to let you pin them behind his head, he could easily stop you. If he wanted to. He doesn’t. He wants to do absolutely whatever you want.

Matthew’s head rolls back and you take the opportunity to plant gentle kisses on his neck. He wonders if you know how much friction you’re creating between your bodies, but then he feels your nails sink into the skin on his wrist, the vibration of a quiet moan against his neck, and he knows the answer. He has the impulse to touch you, but he’s weak underneath your body and he goes limp as your tongue traces his jaw.

“God, you’re killing me,” he mumbles.

You giggle, the sound echoing in his ear before you kiss his cheek, “So dramatic.”

“I’ll do anything,” he begs, and his breath catches in his throat, your nose nuzzled against his.

“Mhm...”

“Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it. Anything.”

Looking into his eyes, you slowly release your grip on his wrists and place your hands on his face, “Just kiss me,” you whisper. His arms wrap back around your waist and he does. He just kisses you.

By the end, when you’ve hopped off of his lap and begun applying your lipgloss, he’s watching you in a daze. His eyes scan over you from head to toe and it raises goosebumps on your skin.

“[y/n],” he calls.

“Mm-hmm?” you hum, checking your reflection.

“You know, I’m kinda in love with you, right?”

You burst into laughter and roll your eyes, “L. O. L.”

“Why is that funny?”

“You’re hilarious.”

“I’m so dead serious. We-we could do stuff.”

“Stuff? What kinda stuff?”

“Like,” he shrugs. “Maybe a little dating, a little marriage, some kids…something like that, I don’t know.”

“Mmm, but how would that look?” you ask, tilting your head at him.

“What do you mean?”

“It would look like I submitted my cooch as an audition tape and I didn’t. I dont want people to think this was a hand out. I earned it, right?”

“Of course,” he rises to his feet and steps towards you, “Of course. I would never-never wanna take away from that, I just-“

“And it’s the whole thing of it all, you know that. You’re the director, I’m the lead actress, plus you’re like, a senior citizen.”

He cackles, “That’s never bothered you before.”

“And I’m focused on this movie.”

“Oh, me too. Definitely, me too. Of course, me too…..you just, um…make it a little bit…harder.”

“Hm, I see that,” you smirk, glancing down at his crotch.

He laughs, his arms reaching out for you, his face nearing yours, and you put your hand to his chest. Push him away, “Chill. I just reapplied my lipgloss.”

He rolls his eyes as you pick up the script from the floor and flash him a smile. “Okay,” you huff. “Back to work,” then you plant a kiss on your fingertips and mush your hand into Matthew’s cheek.

He tries to pull you in, but you slide your wrist out of his grasp and you’re gone.

Your costar - Sam - he’s cute. Okay, Sam is very cute. Sam is cute in a way that you thought they didn’t make men anymore. He’s pretty, but he doesn’t know it. He takes everyone else’s word for it. He’s kind, respectful, talks to you like a human being. There’s a spark between you two that is, truly, the core of creating a solid movie. It makes all the kissing and the touching much easier. Sam is a good guy. If your type were age appropriate, Sam would definitely be your type. You would totally fuck Sam.

But Matthew’s your type, if you’re being honest. You want to fuck Matthew. You want to fuck Matthew very, very much and that’s going to make this sex scene a lot harder. But for the sake of professionalism, you bite the inside of your cheek, ground yourself in the moment. Matthew makes eye contact with you from behind the camera and he gives you a quick wink. It gets your engine started, just enough so that when he calls “Action!” you close your eyes and think of him.

This is the longest three and a half minutes of Matthew’s life. It’s not suspicious that he’s watching you so closely, but the way he’s pinching the skin on his wrist is certainly not helping.

Fake sex with Sam is fun and you will certainly feel different about him afterwards. He moves against you in a certain way and you have to keep this euphoric look on your face for every camera angle and your brain is like well, alright then, maybe Sammy Boy is an option.

Then, Matthew yells. “Cut!”

And your body comes to a complete halt, your breathing returns to normal. You catch a glimpse of Matthew and your brain goes: Oh, yes. Him.

“You okay?” Sam asks you, keeping you at arms length.

“Yes,” you nod, giving him a genuine smile. “Yes. Are you?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he nods. He holds out his hand and you both laugh as he gives you a firm handshake.

Cast and crew agree it was perfect straight shot and Matthew just approves with a thumbs up. You wonder if he’ll comment more but when he doesn’t, you just shrug it off, put on a robe, put your arm around Sam and walk off set with him.

When everyone starts to leave for the day, you walk past Matthew’s trailer and he pokes his head out the door, “Nice performance today, [y/n],” he waves.

You turn to him and laugh, “Thanks? Perv.”

“Why do you hurt me this way?”

“I’m going home. See you tomorrow,” you wave.

And as you walk away, he says, “I’ll be counting down the minutes,” and you have to keep going like you didn’t hear it.

It’s another 2 months before the movie is finished filming and the wrap party is that Friday. Matthew has been trying his best to keep some distance from you, but he finds himself texting you to find out if he’ll see you tonight. He’s tired of looking at you through a lense. It’s done, it’s over, it’s in post production. You don’t have to let his tongue in your mouth, but he hopes maybe he can hold your hand. Give you a hug.

Matthew’s not sure when you’ll arrive at the party until you’re there. You already have a beer in your hand and you’re grinning as you walk up to him. He takes you in this real tight side hug and you rest your head on his shoulder.

“You look nice,” he whispers in your ear.

“So do you,” you tell you. “I like this suit.”

He lets out a long sigh, “Thank you,” he chuckles. “Thank you, I thought you might.”

You hold his gaze for a moment and then seperate your bodies before you absolutely lose your mind.

You mix and mingle. You take pictures. A lot of pictures. You knock back a few drinks and by the time people have started clearing out, you’re cackling with Sam and other cast members out on the patio.

Matthew comes by to say goodnight to everyone and you all wave to him with a loud, collective “Bye!”

He goes around giving handshakes and hugs and when he gets to you, he leans down and wrap his arm around you. Your face nuzzles into his neck and he rubs your back softly. When he releases you, you can still smell him.

“Bye, [y/n],” he smiles and you can tell he wants to touch your face. But he doesn’t.

He leaves and you can still smell his minutes later. You take a deep breath, tell everyone you’re going to the bathroom, get up, and once you’re sure no one can see you, you run.

You catch Matthew as he’s hoping in his car and you call out his name. His heart stops and he turns to you, jaw dropped just slightly. “Hi, gorgeous.”

You chuckle under your breath, “Hi.”

Your face feels hot and tense, like you’re trying to keep yourself from grinning too much. “Can I have a ride?” you ask.

He not only drives you home, but he lets you control the music. He regrets the decision immediately.

“Don’t be such a grandpa!” you scold him.

“I’m-I’m not! I just don’t understand why it’s so…loud? And angry! Oh, my god…”

“Yeah.”

“I do sound like a grandpa.”

“Yeah,” you laugh, throwing your head back. “But I’m into it.”

He blushes, bites down on his lip, “What’d you think of Link’s speech? Too sappy, right?”

“It wasn’t until he cried.”

Matthew laughs, “Yeah, he’s a softie, but this movie is his baby.”

“Yours too, kinda.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I can’t believe filming is already over.”

“Gonna miss me?”

“Fuck, [y/n]…come on, I miss you all the time. I’m kinda in love with you, remember?”

You roll your eyes, shake your head, “Over here. On the left.”

He turns into your parking deck and you unbuckle your seatbelt. You reach over his body, your knees tucked in the seat as you type in your passcode. Matthew’s eyes are wide and his hands are limp on the steering wheel. His eyes linger on your waist and your thighs. The gate opens and you plop back down in your seat and he drives off like nothing happened. He parks in a corner near the elevator and you look over at him, “Thank you.”

“Of course. Anytime. Anything-Anything you need.”

You smile at him.

“Y’know,” he says. “You can call me. You can text me and we can see each other, outside of press stuff and stuff. If you ever just-just wanna talk. I’m here, I’m here for that, for anything.”

You nod your head at him, slowly, your eyes scanning him up and down, lingering on his shaky hands. You lean over and unbuckle his seat belt. Confused he lets it slide off of his body and he follows your lead as you grab his opposite wrist and pull it towards you. You lean back in your seat and pull your dress over your thighs. You pull back your lace underwear and stick Matthew’s hand in it.

“Oh.” he says.

You arch your back, just slightly, his fingertips grazing your clit.

“What-what do I do?” Matthew asks.

You shrug, look up at him with dreary eyes, “Whatever feels right, I guess.”

And he moves his body closer to you, lowers his hand in your panties and rubs your clit. Soft, slow circles that make your eyes flutter shut. You spread your legs as far as they’ll go and he dips a finger inside of you, swims around in the flood. You grip onto the edge of your seat and Matthew touches the tip of his nose to yours. As he catches you in a kiss, his fingers slide into you and you can feel every inch. They curl in towards your belly and you whine against his lips, grinding your hips against his palm.

Matthew’s thumb pops into your mouth, his forehead pressed against yours, his wrist moving to match the rhythm of your hips. Choking on your moans, you widen your mouth, letting him slide two fingers towards the back of your throat. You can feel him watching you, but with every movement of his fingers, you’re nearing the brink and you can barely function.

He pinches your face between his fingers, covering your cheeks in your own saliva. Your groans echo around the small space, breaking up into choppy cries as Matthew increases his force, pushing his fingers as deep as they’ll go. You grip onto both of his wrists and whimper through gritted teeth, your thighs tightening around his hand.

“Fuck,” you gasp. “Oh, fuck!”

With his hand around your throat, Matthew makes you come so hard that you’re entire body spasms, your hips riding it out on his hand until you go completely weak.

“Oh, look at you,” he whispers, his voice soft and dreamy as he pushes your hair back, touches your face. He pulls his fingers out of you and sucks on them, moaning at the taste of you. You grab onto his arm and dazedly begin to nibble on his forearm. At certain points near his elbow, you sink your teeth in really deep, taking a moment to feel his skin in your mouth. The pain makes him gasp underneath his breath, but he doesn’t mind. He likes the view. You take three of his fingers in your mouth and moan as they hit the back of your throat.

Matthew hooks on by your bottom teeth, leans in and tells you, “If you want me, I’m right here…I’m right here…”

And you fix your panties, fix your dress, gives him one last kiss on the knuckles. “Thanks for the ride.”

He nods, “Anything for you. Anything.”

When the movie premiere, everyone is anxious. Everyone. No one is exempt. There are, however, those that handle it better than others. You, being those, and Matthew, being others. When he sees you, standing there in your pretty dress, looking like an angel, he rushes over to you and takes you into a hug.

“Oh,” you whisper, chuckling, “Oh, Matthew.”

“I’m about to piss myself.”

“Please don’t.”

“How are you not freaking out right now?” he asks, holding you under his arm as he looks at you.

“Someone’s gotta stay calm so you can freak out.”

“Did it hurt?”

“Oh don’t do this-“ you roll your eyes.

“When you fell from heaven?”

“I need to walk the carpet, you do, too. C’mon.” And you hold his hand.

He can’t believe it, you hold his hand!

There’s all sorts of mixing and matching that goes into the photos. You take a lot with Sam, a handful with the rest of the cast and only a few with Matthew and the rest of the crew. The energy is high and light. The interviews are positive and everyone is smiling.

You sit, you hope, you pray that this is the tone for the rest of the night.

And then the movie ends with a standing ovation.

And the energy gets even higher. You are a star. People clamor around you and Sam like royalty and you guys humbly accept it all. You ride back to the hotel with Sam and a few others, a bottle of champagne and music blasting through the speakers.

“[y/n]!” Sam calls as you part ways. “More drinks in the lobby?”

“For sure! I’m going to change into more celebrity casual, I’ll be right there!”

He laughs and waves as you head up the elevator.

You step into your hotel room and drop the key on the kitchenette counter. You stand in the center, just underneath the big, bright chandelier. And you dance. You jump. Your cheer. You nearly fall to yours knees and then there’s a knock on the door.

You skip over and open it to find Matthew, a big smile on his face and a bouquet of flowers in his hand. You don’t even think about it, you just jump into his arms and the two of your erupt into joyous laughter. He carries you into your room, lets the door shut behind you and places your flowers down.

“The times. The post!” he exclaims. “Everyone is talking about you.”

“Shut up,” you shake your head, your hands pressed to his chest.

“No, you shut up!” he embraces you, laughing as he says, “They like you! They really, really like you!” He looks down at you, your eyes laced with happy tears, and he pushes your hair back. “I…” he whispers. “Really, really like you.”

You smile at him, reach up and run your hands through his curls. You nuzzle your body into his and your eyelids get heavy as you breathe him in. You lift yourself up on the tip of your toes and give him a kiss. Then another kiss. Then another. And you drive yourself into him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pushing your tongue into his mouth. You back him up against a wall and he gasps, “[y/n]-mm…oh, god…” he hands wanders around your body, gripping onto your ass. “What are you doing?”

You moan, throw your head back, “Just-fuck-take this dress off of me,” you order, holding his face in your hands as you peck at his lips.

“Okay, okay, okay,” he whispers. “Slower…” he tells you. His fingers push the spaghetti straps off of your shoulders and he gives you a nice, long kiss, “Slower, slower…”

You let him steadily roll the straps down your arms, feel the curves of your body as he pushes the dress past your hips. Leaving you in just your bra and panties, he takes you in his arms and loses his breath between your mouths.

He sweeps you up in his arms and your legs wrap around his torso. He drops you onto the bed and you chuckle as you bounce in the air. He leans over and you help him take his jacket off, throw it onto the floor. As he gives you a sloppy kiss, you unbutton his shirt, feels around his chest. He unhooks your bra and pulls it off, his tongue wet all over your jaw and collar and chest.

Matthews lips wrap around your nipple and your head rolls back, your hands tangled in his hair. He leaves a slimy trail down your stomach and looks up at you as he slides your panties down your legs.

“Oh, my god…” he whispers. He looks down at you, touching you all over, flat, warm, open palms on your breasts and ribs. “You’re so beautiful. So, so beautiful,” and he falls to his knees. He holds your legs open and starts to eat you off. Soft, slow, with a strong hold on your thighs. He buries his face between your legs and laps at you like he’s dehydrated.

You purr, pull at his hair, arch your back as you grind against his face. The noises you make come out jumbled and strained and Matthew can’t get enough. He hums against you, speeding up his tongue to bring you to the edge. You squeal and you squirm, but Matthew keeps you locked in place. You grip onto his arms, digging your nails into the flesh. You mutter soft, stuttering profanities, your throat raw from all the noise.

When you come, Matthew is moaning, loving the way your hold tightens around his face and your hands tug at his hair. As he returns to kiss you, you push his shirt off of his body and undo his pants. With his pants and boxers kicked off, he just falls straight into you and it’s like the whole earth shakes. You cry out, wrapping your arms around him. He breathes shakily into your ear, his hands getting under your thighs, pushing your knees to your chest.

The bed rocks back and forth as he pounds you, his eyes trained on you, your moans loud enough to shatter glass. You are absolutely everything he ever imagined you to be and more. So, so much more. You wrap around his dick in just the right way and his head falls back, his mouth falls open and his says your name on this broken, breathy loop. “[y/n], [y/n], oh, fuck, [y/n], baby.”

He watches you rub your clit in fast, hard circles, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. He moves into you harder, faster, leaning in so he can hear your moans in his ear. You grip onto his shoulder and then his hair and then his throat and he peers into your eyes. He’s trying to hold on, to savor the moment, to keep you here. Just like this. But your thumb runs over his cheekbone and he breaks down and his face softens and he dissipates into these weak whimpers.

“Y-you going to come, baby?” he asks you, feeling your thighs twitch and tighten against his body.

“Y-yes,” you moan. “Fuck, yes.”

He kisses you, grunting against your lips as he uses his body to carve you out like marble, folding you in half, thrusting himself as deep as he can because he can tell how much you love it.

“C’mon, [y/n], come for me,” he groans in your ear. “Please, please, please, please.”

Your fingers work tirelessly on your clit and with one good move inside of you, you crumble. You pull Matthew close, spread your legs and let him fuck you through it. He’s talking to you, he’s telling you that you’re amazing, that you’re incredible, beautiful, sexy and you’re screaming too loud to hear any of it.

He had been waiting for you to let himself go and he stares at you the entire time he comes. You moan as you feel it splatter all over your stomach, your chest. You chuckle, wiping some off with your finger and popping the digit into your mouth, “Oh, fuck.”

Matthew laughs and crashes on top of you, holding your face as he kisses you. “Come on,” he orders, hopping up.

“Huh?”

“I’m taking you on a date.”

“Right now?” you prop yourself up. “You don’t think we’re going in the wrong order here?”

“Oh, duh, right,” he says and suddenly he picks you up and tosses you over his shoulder. “We’ve gotta shower first.”

And as you laugh on the way to the bathroom, Matthew squeezes you real tight. Real, real tight, thinking:

Finally.

[princessbrunette]

boxer rafe is making me feral like

i think when you guys first start to have sex, he wants it to be slow and vanilla for you. not that he hates slow and vanilla, but he doesn’t wanna be too harsh and scare you.

then one night, after a bad practice

reader just tells him to take his anger out on her

ughhh ur so real :(( and he literally cannot resist like, it flips a switch in him bc you’re just standing there looking so soft and sweet like his good little housewife, slip dress, silk robe, tits basically falling out of it, basically asking for it. you’ve got that sweet concerned look on your face, gently approaching, painted toes padding across the sleek wooden floor to reach him and cup his face, asking him what happened.

and he’s all banged up, new bruises, some he hasn’t even noticed yet that he’ll be feeling in the morning hard, and he’s still panting— just staring down at you.

“rafe… what do you need?” there’s a seriousness to your tone, that look on your face — the wide eyed one that inhabits you when you really wanna be helpful.

“i dont…i…” he tries to move around you, shaking out his arms. he had so much energy, and nowhere to put it.

“if you need me rafe…” you whisper, and it captures his attention. he swivels, looking at you as if begging you to continue. “if you need me you can use me. anyway you want. just wanna help you. wanna make you feel better.” you sound so shy like you didn’t know him, hands trembly but pupils dilated so wide he didn’t know how he hadn’t noticed before.

“yeah?” he breathes, stepping towards you cautiously. he crowds your space and you’re sucking on your bottom lip, needy as ever.

“yeah. take it out on me.”

he thinks he can control himself, maybe he can fuck you like he always does and it’ll calm him down — that’s what he thinks at least when he starts to kiss you. but it’s rafe, and in a matter of seconds you’re pinned to the wall with his tongue down your throat and his big strong hands groping your tits through your silk slip.

“th’s what you want, right? think you’re a big girl now huh — gonna make me feel all better?” he’s manhandling you, speaking between kisses with a tense jaw. this was the rafe you knew was inside. this was the rafe you knew could fuck you like an animal.

[xeeljii]

PLEASE WRITE MOREEE

OH ANON I LOVE U <33333 this means the world to me!!!!

i have like 4 fics already written i just dont wanna spam the tag lol but here is a preview for the next one :>

WARNING! Explicit RPF! 

CW: 18+, f! reader, friends with benefits situation, mentions of past sex, get together, soft angst but happy ending, fluff

EDIT: FULL FIC HERE!

You hear the water from the shower stop, you are probably not getting lucky tonight and that is okay, you just like having him near you, with the weather now he works as a personal heather. You haven’t really just slept together without sex as an excuse, not since the first time at least, and it makes you a little nervous. You think briefly about changing into nicer pajamas but he already saw the ones you are wearing so no point, you feel a rush of nervousness raise on your body. Before you get more anxious, he comes out of the shower hair leaving little droplets of water on your floor as he walks. White towel hanging low from his hips, you appreciate the softness of his belly, the happy trail that disappears under the towel, the way the hair there is darker than anywhere else in his body and even more noticeable when wet. You can’t help but scan all over his body, ogle at his chest, his soft pecs and the thin hair on them that looks white, his wide shoulders littered with freckles because he can’t be bothered to ever use sunscreen, he is so beautiful it hurts. Without the excuse of sex you feel shy looking and maybe like a little bit of a creep, you try to avert your gaze. If he notices the staring he says nothing about it and slowly walks towards you. You are holding a towel in your hands “Let me help you” You say raising your hands above his head, he stands right in front of you making you look up, you start gently moving your hands to dry his hair a little, he places his big hands on your hips and pulls you closer, wants to kiss you so bad but stops himself, he doesn’t want to get kicked out in the middle of the night when your unmade bed looks so delicious and inviting. You feel your cheeks heat up under his gaze, his thumbs drawing circles in the exposed skin under your sleeping camisole, you want to make this last forever. “Done” You say almost in a whisper, you throw the towel on chair nearby. Almost on instinct you raise to your tip toes and kiss softly at his cheek, too late you realize what you just did, infinitely more intimate than what you should, you just look away quickly and clear your throat. “Lets get some sleep yeah?” You say turning around to hide your blushing face, you climb on the bed and raise the comforter, patting at the empty space beside you motioning for him to move. You make it so incredibly hard not to like you and he is such a weak man. He takes a few steps before reaching the edge of the bed, takes the towel off and throws it to the chair before climbing up behind you.