#god fucking ok so the hair and hand was enough to get the picture yeah but the author really drove the whole image home and im like oughghgj

[nanaslutt]

PLEASE write more of geto being a perv🙏🙏

“pt.1” here

Geto x reader, in showing you how sorry he is for being a creep<3

perv!geto is my obsession atm

contains: fem reader, non consensual photography (reader is kinda ok w it), pervy roomate!geto, crack, gojo makes an appearance, talk of gojo wanting reader, sexual tension, cunnilingus, masturbation(geto), degradation, soooooooo much dirty talk, sweet!geto at the end<3

MDNI

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About a week ago you were watching a scary movie with geto on your laptop, drinks placed on the table next to it; dumbly.

So of course when the scariest jump scare you’ve ever seen in your life occurred, your legs jerked into the glass of liquid, spilling it all over your laptop and absolutely ruining it.

“God- Fuck! Noooo! nonono!” you shot up to grab a blanket, pillow, anything, to soak up the liquid, “TAKE YOUR SHIRT OF NOW,” you yelled in a panic to your dark haired roommate, who; you noticed throughout this entire excursion had barely moved a muscle to help, besides the muscles used to laugh at you.

“Babe I hate to be the one to tell you this, but that shit is beyond saving,” he laughed, placing his hand over his chest while he did.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck, I use my laptop every single, and day I absolutely cannot afford to buy a new one right now.” you placed your head in your hands in defeat.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” geto said, at the end of his fit of giggles at your expense.

“Yeah right, ur broke as shit too, that’s why we’re living together.” you said, muffled into your legs as your body had now fully collapsed in on itself.

“Yeah ur right, but that kinda hurts my feelings,” he said, smirk showing through his faux pout, “thought you liked livin’ with me,”

The two of you bickered back and forth for a while. You ended up putting the laptop in a bag of rice; to no avail, it was completely ruined.

Geto had been nice enough to let you use his laptop in the meantime; only when he was with you though, which you found slightly weird but at least you had access to it to some degree.

Right now you had the house to yourself though. Satoru had picked him up half and hour ago, saying something about wanting to try some new coffee shop with word famous sweets; that meant you had free range of his laptop.

You knew how to clear search history, so you would be fine. You just wanted to watch a movie anyways, nothing criminal.

Sneaking into his room, you unplugged the silver electronic, sliding it under your arm as you took it back to your room. Placing the laptop on your bed and getting comfortable against your pillows, you cracked it open, You had accidentally seen him type in his password before, so getting in was no problem.

What was a problem is what was on the screen when the laptop came to life. An entire folder of up skirt panty shots; and not just anyone’s panty shots; they were yours.

Scrolling through the decently filled folder, you noticed ones that dated back months ago. You saw a picture of you laying on your bed, head in your hands while you kicked your feet behind you; the short skirt you were wearing gave geto the perfect view of your unobstructed ass, slight pink peaking between your cheeks.

Other too, you doing more mundane things like sitting on your knees on the barstool you had in the house, poking out your ass, once again giving that dark haired pervert the perfect shot of your clothed mound.

You were almost impressed at how many there were, and how make different angles he was able to get without your knowledge.

Trying to wrap your head around the idea that yes, your sweet roommate who has never attempted to come onto you once, had a secret folder filled with lewd photos of you.

Saving the file, you sent it to yourself. Once you heard the chime on your phone you quickly copied the link, and sent it to the culprit himself, no other message attached to it but the folder alone.

——

“Ummm ooh, I’ll also get the triple chocolate cream filled crepe cake please! What do you want suguru?” gojo chirped.

Geto started at him with disbelief, he had just ordered 5 full size deserts with the longest name he’d ever heard; all sounding like a stomach ache and a half; and they were all for himself.

“Right..uh, i’ll just get the vanilla scone and a black coffee please.” Geto politely spoke to the man taking his order.

Gojo continued conversing with the cashier, finishing up ordering any last minute items and paying.

Geto felt his phone buzz in his pants, checking it quickly while gojo finished up the interaction; both of them starting to walk to booth in the corner of the cafe.

Suguru’s heart sank to his balls when he opened your message. He knew you were mad too, because you didn’t say anything else other than a link to his private folder of your panty shots. “Fuuuuuuuuuck haha,” geto laughed, hand coming up to cover his smirk as they slid into the booth.

“Huh? let me see, what happened?” Gojo nosed, trying to peek over the table at geto’s phone when he noticed it was the source of his distress.

“I might have to sleep at your house tonight, maybe for the rest of my life I don’t know.” he said, hand dropping back into his lap as he shut his phone off.

“Did you forget to do your dishes or somethin’?” he asked, knowing how angry you got at Geto when he didn’t pick up after himself.

“Yeah maybe, or maybe my roommate just found the upskirt pics i’ve been taking of them for the past couple months.” he giggled, slight remorse in the back of his head. Not from doing it, but from being caught.

Gojo’s jaw dropped, covering his own mouth as he let out a boisterous laugh. “Hahaha oh man, you really are fucked.” the blonde slapped his own knee, “I’ll let you co-sign my lease tonight,” he said, scared that if suguru went home, he might actually get murdered.

Geto kicked satoru’s shin underneath the table, making him wince. Their giggles died down at geto’s misfortune after awhile. “So..” gojo started, “Yer’ gunna let me see the pics right?” he asked, ���Already hurt you didn’t tell me about this,” he pouted,

“In your fucking dreams satoru,” geto snorted. He already saw the way gojo looked at you when he was over, always making passes at you and touching you any chance he got.

He would be damned if his bestfriend got his hands on you before he did. “WHAT???” gojo yelled a little too loud for the tiny space they were in, resulting in him getting shushed by geto, “pleaseeeee, I know how good you are at taking pictures I bet they’re soooo gooood.” gojo wined, crossing his arms on the table and laying his head against them.

“Keep dreaming satoru.” he laughed. The whine haired man kept his pouting up for awhile, calling Geto selfish and unfair, his sorrow immediately being forgot about when the massive tray of his deserts finally came out.

——

When you heard the front door to your shared apartment finally crack open open a couple hours later, you were in your bedroom.

His laptop had been tucked away in your bedside table in confiscation, while you awaited with a racing heart, for him to knock on your bedroom door.

You heard him place his keys on the table through the thin walls, then you hear his heavy footsteps as he starts to make his way to your room.

The air was still when the footsteps came to a stop in front of your door. You were feeling a lot less confident than you were before he got here, now the thought of confronting him made your mouth feel dry; heart beating out of your chest.

Finally, the knocks were being rapped on your door, you swear you died for a second when you heard his familiar voice call your name, followed by him asking politely if he could come in.

"Its open," you yelled back. When the wooden door creaked open and his frame came into view, you had to fight off all the neurons in your brain telling you to look away from his hooded eyes.

You felt like you couldn't breathe, the tension in the room was so thick it could be cut through with a knife. You had no idea why, but the current situation was admittedly arousing.

You stayed silent for a while, just staring at each other, neither one of you daring to break eye contact first, "So? What do you have to say for yourself?" you asked, voice coming out a lot less confident than you wanted.

"Im sorry." he replied, swallowing thickly, quickly sucking his lip into his mouth to wet it.

"You're sorry for what?" you asked clarifying, This wasn't going how you expected.

"I'm sorry for being a pervert and taking panty pics of my roommate." He said, taking a couple steps towards where you were sitting at the edge of the bed.

"Are you really sorry?" You asked, voice full of need, as you did your best to supress it, trying to ignore the growing heat in your stomach.

"So sorry" he answered, having made his way inches away from you, eye contact still not being broken. You both noticed how heavily you were breathing, his eyes flitting down to your lips for a second before he sucked his lip into his mouth again, and letting it slide out, dark eyes meeting yours again.

The only thing you heard was your heart beat loudly in your ears as you spoke your next words, "Show me how sorry you are."

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"Mm so fucking sorry," geto's voice vibrated against your clit.

"F-fuck ohmygod," You moaned at the feeling of him wrapping his lips around the bud, tongue peeking through to flick at it.

"A-again-" you whined,

"'M sorry," he groaned, staring up at you with a smirk as he released your clit, flattening his tongue over the sensitive bud.

You were laid back, ass placed at the end of the bed, Geto was sitting back on his heels as he perched himself on the floor between your thighs, hand rapidly stoking over his throbbing cock.

"W-wipe that sm-ile off your face" you wined, trying to keep the little hold you had over geto.

He didnt stop smiling, but you could'nt tell when he burried his tongue inside your pussy, pressing his face hard into your wetness and shaking his head. His pointed nose rubbed your clit in the most delicious way when he did that.

"S-so fucking dirty" you chastised at how sloppily he was eating your cunt. He was trying to fuck his apology into your pussy with his tongue, really trying to prove how sorry he was.

Loud slurping noises bouncing off the walls and going straight to your head; and to his cock; making you both dizzy at the situation.

"Sorry I'm so nasty," he groaned, muffled by your folds as he tongue fucked you like his life depended on it.

Quickening the pace of his hand against his cock, he was squeezing it the same way your walls squeezed his tongue, trying to mimic the feeling. Pre was dripping steadily from his cock and onto the floor, leaving a little puddle there.

Geto was getting off on this so hard.

Every time you squeezed your thighs around his head and degraded him, his abs clenched, balls tightening with the need to blow his load.

"O-only thing youre good for is eating my pussy, f-fuck" you said meanly with a whimper, eyes dropping down to his handsome face and seeing how fucked out he looked from your words, as he nodded his head and moaned into you, agreeing with you.

He needed to you keep talking to him like that, to keep humping his face, suffocating him, treating him like a bitch, he needed it.

"Use me-" he cut himself off as he moved his mouth back up to your clit, making out with the little bud messily, "wanna show you how sorry I am." he drunkenly smiled at you.

You gripped his hair in a makeshift bun, rolling your hips against his face as he stuck his tongue out for you to get yoruself off on.

Groans of "mhm mhmm" could be heard from Geto between your legs, pumping his cock impossibly faster feeling your wetness gush out of you from his minstrations.

"Ohmygod feels so good- shit-" You wined, tipping your head back, feeling your orgasm build quicky as you rubbed against his tongue just right.

His chin was absolutely covered in your slick, pretty eyes rolling back in his head as he felt himself get pushed towards the edge as well, abandoning his hand keeping your thigh spread to join his other between his legs. He massaged his balls between his fingers, increasing the pleasure he felt while you worked towards your end together.

"Fuck t-tell me your sorry again," you whimpered out, teetering on the edge of your orgasm, "Sorry" his deep voice immediately groaned out, cock throbbing when you yanked on his hair.

"Ag-ain" your moans broke up your speech,

"Sorry, m' sorry, sorry-" He kept babbling against your pussy, sending delicious vibrations through you.

You were feeling hotter at the strange power dynamic going on, using that to your advantage as he kept mumbling the word into you, sending you straight into the most mindblowing orgasm of your life.

"Coming f-uck fuck f-" your voice getting cut off as your stomach started contracting and jerking, you rode your high out on his tongue while he groaned a lengthy moan into you.

Behind where your vision was blocked by the bed, Geto was cumming all over his hand and the bottom of your comforter.

Geto's eyes repeatedly rolled back in his head, hand massaging his cum out of his balls as he stroked himself roughly through his orgasm.

Finally being able to breathe when you loosened your legs from their hold on his neck, dropping your hands from his hair as you laid back on the sheets. Geto's hands wet with his seed came up to massage your thighs, his head rasing from between them.

You both took a second to breathe heavily into the open air, your cunt as his cock alike twitching in the aftershocks of your orgasms.

You felt his hold on you cease for a moment, a couple seconds later something was bouncing heavily next to your head. When you turned your head you were faced with a brand new, rose gold laptop, still in its packaging.

You looked back up at geto, who was now standing, running one of his damp hands through his hair, "If me eating your pussy didnt prove how sorry I am, I hope this will." He smirked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Fuck, Geto are you serious?" you beamed, picking your limp body up from the sheets and holding the package in your hands, he smiled at you fondly, watching you tear it open like a kid on Christmas.

Peeling the plastic from the cardboard you spoke, "Still making you delete all those photos by the way," resulting in him tipping his head back in a loud groan of defeat.

[mieltelecheycrema]

love when i read things and it evokes strong emotions <- is actually physically disgusted and feels sick

[somejazzinthemorning]

singapore 23

carlos sainz x reader; [warnings: unprotected sex because why not and yeah, that's just it. it's late and i didn't have time to reread this a lot of times (so it has typos, probably) and no one read this yet so it could not be good, ok?] word count: 1.5K

your boyfriend just won the singapore grand prix.

i did a sad one for spa, it's only fair i do a spicy one for Singapore

"you did great"

carlos’ hands are cupping your cheeks. lips hovering over yours. he’s still panting. you feel his pulse on his digits. still fast. so fucking fast.

"i know"

"you stink"

he chuckles, lips travelling down your jawline, the tip of his nose touching your cheek as he does so. the sweet sound reaches your ears. it’s rich and full, a bit husky.

"i know"

this time, he speaks deeper, like your minds are in sync and he can’t hear your thoughts. you run your hands through his hair, damped in champagne and sweat. you are unaware of what that mixture is doing to you. you only notice it when you feel the flame running through your veins. pride, desire and lust run hand in hand, intoxicating your senses.

perhaps he can hear how fast your heart beats because as he locks his gaze with yours, he simply smirks. you don’t even need to say anything or act on your will.

"cariño, we don't have much time"

no.

“we’ll have just enough time”

you utter. he pulls you closer, impatient and needy and you kiss him deeply. and god. god. it tasted like love itself. the sweet nectar of victory. divine and intoxicating, just like him. and it feels like him. the fizz of the champagne is now getting to your tongue, enlightening everything you were gushing inside. you keep picturing him on the podium. his portrait. the epitome of pride and strength. the image burned into your thoughts. you unzip his suit, until the zipper is hanging down and you can act on getting what you want.

it doesn’t take much until you’re being pressed against the wall. you hiss.

“love, i’ll need you to be really silent”

there is no roof. between you and the world, there’s just a barrier of a few walls and a door you’re not even sure it’s locked. and against all instincts, that makes you want it more. his lips are on your neck, and your hands are roaming his back, along his muscular back, feeling the bulges and contours of his body beneath the nomex. you want to rip it off.

"silent, okay, baby?"

he repeats. each time he speaks, his voice gets lower.

"yes"

his muscles taut under your digits as you explore the fabric in search of the hem. with a desperate tug, you pull it up, revealing his chest. he’s glistening under the lights. a heady mix of sweat. and champagne. and the essence of triumph. that’s all in your mind—how victory drips like gold all over his chest.

god. you’re aching. you need him.

"you looked so good on the podium"

"yeah?"

his hands are pulling your dress up, keeping it around your waist. his lips are sucking on your collarbones and you’re sure he’s going to leave a mark there.

“hmhm”

you bite your lips as he pulls on the lacy fabric of our panties, ever so slightly, just enough to create the right amount of pressure. he’s adoring you. eyes deep and dark trailing your features as he teases you.

“you looked beautiful from there, too. but not as beautiful as you are now”

you moan as you feel his teeth on your shoulder, hands moving lower down, now touching you. you’re wet and you hadn’t realized how much. the bulge in his race suit is hard to ignore. it grows harder against your tight. he wants it as much as you do.

“i’m so proud of you. i love you”

you breathe out.

and then there’s the sound of velcro ripping apart, and the sensation of his fingers tracing an electric path down over your wet panties. a single tug later, he’s inside you—he thrusts himself inside you in one sudden motion. and you have to bite your lip to contain a shuddering moan that escapes your lips anyway. he acts with an animalistic intensity, with the remaining adrenaline in his blood. there's no barrier, there shouldn't be, but if there were, you're not sure you would care. because the feeling of him inside you, the feeling of his warmth, the feeling of his whole body crashing against yours, it’s almost like it's almost like your souls intertwine in perfect harmony—like you're finally coming home.

“say it again”

“i love you. i’m proud of you”

it's merciless, it's rough. it's fucking perfect.

his touch burns you. his mouth leaves a trail of fire wherever he kisses and sucks and licks. he moves his fingers on your clit and your head falls back; your eyes close. you don't need to see him to know he's there. everywhere he touches makes you ache for more.

you're going to explode. it's so good it hurts, so intense it's almost unbearable. and he knows it. and he’s basking on it. he could come just from looking at you. you don't have to say a word for him to understand.

"i love seeing you like this"

he says. you part your lips, a soft moan escaping them. carlos takes his hands from between your legs and pushes two fingers into your mouth. your tongue touches the ridges and curves of his fingers and you can taste yourself in them.

on the other side of the wall, life keeps happening. it’s loud and noisy. the laughter and conversations bounce off of the walls of the hallway, but it sounds distant to you. you hope you’re not making yourself heard, too.

he picks you up and carries you to the massage table in the room. you close your eyes as he sets you down on the edge of the table, your breathing heavy and uneven; you feel like you’re floating above the world.

he looks down at you. some strands of hair falling over his forehead, small droplets of what could be sweat or water or champagne dripping down his temples. he’s divine. chiselled to glory.

you look down, your hands reaching for him. and you see him again standing tall on the podium. pride and vanity eating away at your mind and decorum. he's god. your god. you could pray to him, every day, any day.

"you looked like a god"

you say, gaze locked with his. your hand is around him, sliding up and down as you speak. you can feel it pulsating against your palm. your juices and pre-cump clamping down around him. carlos brings his hand to the back of your neck, wrapping your hair in his hand and holding it as he pulls you against his mouth.

“again”

he orders, against your lips.

“you looked like a god."

there's a pause. a brief moment of silence until you speak again.

"fuck me like one”

he doesn’t need more of an invitation. he positions himself at your entrance and thrusts himself inside you in one fierce motion. your lips part and you let out a moan as he pulls out and slams back in. your muscles clench around him, embracing the feeling, taking it all in.

you moan against his mouth, your hands holding onto him, feeling his muscles tense under your touch. he’s holding your tights, keeping your legs open as he moves faster, deeper.

your hands are grabbing the edge of the table, drowning in the foam and you're forcing your mouth closed. but you don't need words to express how good you feel. he can read you like a map. you exhale sharply, your own hand now over your mouth trying to muffle the noises. he holds you tighter, driving himself deeper inside you. he’s a painfully good execution of perfect.

it feels so fucking good. you can't control yourself.

he's breathing hard, grunting with every thrust, his chest expanding with every breath. you can hear the sounds of your bodies colliding underneath you. he's not even trying to be quiet about it anymore.

"ah-ah, love, don't make that face. i know you want to come. you know how much i want you to come. but hold on, baby, hold on."

your heart is beating faster. you're so close now. his hand is on your clit again, rubbing it in quick circles, and you're so close that the sound of laughter outside the door sounds like a muffle. you're going to come. you're going to fucking come. he growls and his pace quickens. and your body is trembling with every thrust. your gaze is focused on his face, and he knows how damn hard you’re holding to his commands.

"i'm going to break you, won't i?"

you nod repeatedly, eyes wide, biting on your lip. your mind is blank. he leans in and kisses you deeply, his hands pulling your hair harder, sliding in and out of you. you gasp against his lips, your fingers clinging to his shoulders and upper back; you want to bury your head in the crook of his neck, but his gaze keeps you hostage.

and looking into his eyes and facing heaven and hell at the same time.

he owns you in a way you can't even explain. it's like a rope has been thrown around you and you're being pulled deeply towards him and you know you’re incapable of leaving. and you know he will never leave either.

"go ahead, baby. i won't be greedy. i already came first once today"

he plunges deeper into you, banging against your g-spot. you can feel your lips quiver, your back arching. and you know you can’t cry out his name. you feel yourself drown, and then being brought back to the surface. there's a flare. and then the crescendo. and you’re breaking in front of him. and he holds you. still fucking you. cherishing you.

he’s so warm you can feel the heat of his touch through the fabric of the dress you’re still wearing. you bury your head in the crook of his neck, moaning and crying against his skin, and within seconds he pushes himself deeper inside you, groaning as he comes.

"god, i love you. i love you, i love you.”

he says, still holding you. you’re panting, shaking, drunk on his scent and the love only he can make you feel. carlos kisses your head and caresses your hair. slowly, you look up to him.

“i'm so proud of you. i love you"

as always, all feedback is appreciated. hope you enjoyed it! love you all.

[sevikasupremacy]

HI CAN YOU PLEASE WITH A CHERRY ON TOP DO rockstar! Reader x secret fan! Sevika. And like reader goes out in disguise and meets sevika then they became friends for like months and sevika has no clue who reader is and like reader accidentally sees sevs like little merch of her and ofc there has to be a dramatic identity reveal and sevika just being weak in the knees. And reader teasing her. Im so normal about ehr.

OOOOO THIS IS SUCH A FUN AND INTERESTING CONCEPT I’M ALREADY LOVING IT ♥️

SecretFan!Sevika x Rockstar!Reader

➼ Sevika’s a hardcore stan let me tell you that

➼ She loves everything about you. The way you held your electric guitar, the way you run your fingers through your hair when you sang your heart out. She just knows that you love your job. Your passion for music was something that drew her in.

➼ The way your shirt sticks to your body whenever you sweat after your concert ahem—

➼ Sevika would spend hours listening to your album on repeat. She’s beating up some people? She’ll blast your music on full volume. She’s cleaning her house? Full blast. Washing the dishes? Full blast. She’s falling asleep? FULL BLAST.

➼ Sevika can still remember the first time she attended your concert.

➼ And fuck was she mesmerized.

➼ The way you engaged with your audience, raising your microphone up in the air, letting them sing some of your parts.

➼ She also remembered when you jumped off the stage to get closer to the crowd, your hand extending as you walked past everyone, letting them hold your hand.

➼ She can tell that you genuinely love your fans. The way you smiled at each one of them as you walked past.

➼ What made Sevika loves you more was when you come across this crying fan and you didn’t hesitate to lean in and wipe her tears before hugging her.

➼ God she wish that woman was her.

➼ Honestly the two of you meeting was a coincidence (or maybe destiny)

➼ You always remembered to cover up every time you went out (just because almost everyone can recognize you).

➼ But somehow that attracted Sevika’s attention.

➼ The two of you happened to bump into each other at this marketplace.

➼ And that changed EVERYTHING.

➼ Because now, Sevika was finding herself intrigued by this stranger.

➼ You both would spend hours talking and joking around with each other.

➼ Y’all invade each other’s personal spaces a lot too ;)

➼ Sevika won’t admit it but she loves how her new friend dresses so mysteriously.

➼ But that also means she was curious to how you actually looked like.

➼ Now the two of you constantly saw each other.

➼ And that was when you finally noticed a little metallic keychain hanging from Sevika’s belt.

➼ And it was your electric guitar keychain with your engraved signature on it.

➼ You couldn’t help but giggle every time you saw her holding it and admiring its design.

➼ It took you a while to build up that courage and tell her who you were.

➼ But casually telling her wasn’t entertaining enough. So you decided to send a text.

➼ “You’re coming to the concert tonight right?”

➼ “Yeah. Where we meeting?”

➼ You’ll send a picture of the seating map to her.

➼ “Here.”

➼ “Why tf would we meet on the stage? What are you, their backup singer?”

➼ Oh Sevika, if only you knew.

➼ The concert was as amazing as ever, but Sevika was disappointed that her friend wasn’t there to enjoy it with her.

➼ After the final performance, the crowd lingered for a while to admire their idols before eventually heading out.

➼ “Still at the concert?”

➼ “No shit.”

➼ “Ok great now climb up onto the stage.”

➼ “Are you fucking with me?”

➼ "Come on, Sevika." As soon as Sevika heard the familiar voice, she quickly looked up to see her favorite rockstar, a wide grin on her face.

➼ "Stop staring at me like that and get up here!" You extended your hand but Sevika was still trying to process what was happening.

➼ Even though that moment happened years ago, Sevika still finds herself staring at you in awe, unable to believe that the rockstar of her dreams is sitting right in front of her.

[muwapsturniolo]

bunny trying not to cry after Matt’s ex was saying how they will fs fuck Matt again and how that girl misses how sex was w Matt and made it very clear (mean while Matt and Chris are selling drugs to other people so they couldn’t keep their eye on you) until u say “uhm.. funny story I’m dating Matt so..”

“wait I thought you were dating Chris?” The girl says confused

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Bunny hated how she was feeling right now. she was originally so excited to go out with her boys and best friend, nicks friend tara inviting them to one of her house parties. she had gotten a new dress and due to her having a few days off from ballet, she was able to wear her hair how she wanted.

but all her excitement went out the window when she saw matts ex girlfriend kelsie. now bunny isn't insecure, she knows she's pretty and that her boys love her, but kelsie was also pretty and she remembers how in love matt was with her when they were younger.

Apparently kelsie knew one of the influencers at the party, hence why she was here and tipsy.

"i've seen recent pictures of matt and god he looks good! i know we were freshmen when we first had sex, so it wasn't great but the things i would do to fuck him now." kelsie states, overdramatically talking with her hands.

"oh?" bunny says softly, awkwardly looking around. she would never cry in public, she hates crying in public, but she really wants to break down right.

"yeah, im definantly going to get him back tonight!"

that was enough for bunny to finally speak her mind, "ummm.... I'm dating matt now...." kelsie stares at her blankly, her intoxicated mind trying to fully understand the words.

"what? i thought you were dating chris," it's clear the girl was confused. "i um...I'm dating chris too...."

kelsie stares with wide eyes, "oh you are one lucky bitch! chris and matt? jesus I'm not sure how you're walking right now. i know for a fact both of them are huge."

bunny was shocked at how cool about it kelsie was. considering how the red head was talking about matt, she thought kelsie would have been rude about everything.

"oh my god! im so sorry for what i was saying about matt. if i knew i definantly would have kept my mouth shut! you do not have to worry about me making any type of moves on him!" relief floods through bunny's system at kelsies words.

suddenly matt and chris appear, "ready to go bu-kelsie?" matt looks at kelsie in confusion. "bernard! glad to see you. chris you too! i was catching up with y/n! she told me you three are all in a relationship." matt looks at kelsie then at bunny.

"yeah, we are."

"thats so cute, i know your three were close when we were younger, kinda makes sense as to why you broke up with me."

matt takes her lighthearted words as a jab, "ok well, i wasn't interested in you anymore, get over it."

"jesus bernard, im not offended. always such a hot head." kelsie rolls her eyes and turn to bunny, a soft smile on her face. "clearly he loves you a lot and would never leave you. you got a good one." with that kelsie walks off leaving the throuple alone.

[plan3tjuniper]

"Insatiable" Leon S. Kennedy~

INCLUDES: fluff, friends(barely) to lovers, smut, jealous Leon, oral (m receiving), confessions, angry fucking?(close enuf), P in V, cream-pie, unprotected sex

Leon never thought of himself as possessive or even very monogamous til he saw you sucking another guy off..

Authors note: ok wow I'm finally back in the fanfic writing game after a long hiatus, hope you guys like this one. He's literally all i think about (this is gonna be a long one) also GOD HES SO MMPH UGWHDGSUJBUHSHIW

Leon Kennedy was an odd man romantically. He had had his fair share of sexual and romantic relationships, but he could never find himself to care too much for it. Did he enjoy a good romance movie here and there? sure! Does he enjoy sex? yeah who doesn't. And he has a pretty decent ratio. (its about a 3:50 for every girl who flirts with him which is pretty good seeing as most every woman who sees him gets a girl boner) He always wanted to settle down one day and be normal, cute wife, cute dog, cute little white picket fence life. But in reality, he only wanted that because what else would be do? His life was so far from normal that even to imagine it any different was insanity so he settled on the default, he had no idea how he would feel going from chaos and action to comfort and boringness. He had grown accustomed to the lifestyle in one way or another.

You on the other hand weren't in a relationship solely because you didn't want to be. And you were proud of it. You are young and just enjoying sex and fun while you still can. Kids and marriage were never in the picture for you and at the most you could see yourself raising a sweet little boy you adopted. But you'd never met anyone that made you want to settle down or that you could see a future with. You were a self-proclaimed slut. Your friends say you'd fuck anything in a 5 foot radius which isn't true but your body count is in the late 20s (ignoring blowjobs which don't realllyy count) And you enjoyed it, couldn't get enough.

You and Leon worked together, acquaintances but if someone asked you'd call him your friend. You had been on a few smaller missions together, you were hot for him and he was such a flirt. You could've sworn you threw out at least 3 pairs of panties just from just making eye contact with the man. But you were a professional woman and couldn't do anymore than glance and flirt with him on the job. Which is why you're thanking god and the heavens above that Chris and Jill and a few other people from the office invited you out clubbing tonight. They made sure to tell you Leon was coming because you are not an inconspicuous woman.

You'd finished your hair and makeup and slid on your little black dress, it may be basic but fuck you looked good it hugged you in all the right places(god you have a great ass). You put on your lipstick afterwards because you didn't want smears on the inside of the dress. and then put a bracelet and some earrings on, basic but you didn't want to get tangled up while dancing. You grabbed your little matching black purse and strapped your heels on and went and sat on your couch, eager. You had started getting ready 3 hours early, but who could blame you? It had been all you were thinking about all day. Your stomach churned in excitement as you tried to pull your attention to the TV to pass the 30 minutes you had to waste before they swung by to pick you up. You grabbed a piece of bread and nibbled on it to the incoherent talking it was hard to eat with your gut constricting in excitement. Really all you were thinking about was how to talk to Leon.

They finally arrived a minute late, a polite knock on your door followed by Chris banging on it and yelling "POLICE OPEN UP!" you giggled and opened the door to jill punching him in the arm. You were stunned for a second by the presence of Leon behind them just staring at you. He was like a sexy ghost. You regained your thoughts and said "you're two minutes late this is unacceptable" crossing your arms feigning anger. Jill gets on her knees and pleads "I'm so so sorry we had car troubles, whatever could i do to make it up to you" faking a cry. You put your hand to her face and say "you should've walked." You two make eye contact after your statement and cant hold it in any longer erupting in laugher. They start to walk to the car parked in the parking lot of your apartment building. You wait a second to lock the door and Leon stays by your side while the others start a conversation of their own. "You're quiet" you say pulling the key out and putting it in your bag. "I know, I honestly just don't know what to say" you share an awkward chuckle "you look nice" he said making eye contact with you. You look up at him nudging his shoulder with your own "thank you, I think this is my first time seeing you dressed like a normal person. Like if you ever wore sweatpants I think my head might explode." He laughs at that not a lot but it's genuine. You get to the car and climb into the back seat with Leon, he holds the door open "your seat madam" "why thank you sir" you say with a smile. You hear Chris say "knew itt" before jill hits him again.

The car was fun, listening fun trashy white girl music to get in the mood and singing along, cracking stupid jokes and doing bits with your friends in the front. Leon was making fun of the music the most but even he started humming along eventually, you're never letting him live it down. During the parts he was silent he would just stare at you talking and having fun, you were too caught up to notice the way he was studying your features, the curve of your nose, how you look when you laughed, the little moles and freckles on your skin, he was soaking it all in like a sickly victorian child seeing the sun. You sat back for a second to see him biting at dead skin on his lip when he brought his focus back to the conversation. You reached in your bag and pulled out some chapstick and handed it to him, he looked a little stunned (and a little turned on at your thoughtfulness) he put it on around and on his lips because they really needed it. You looked at him when his hand pulled away you noticed a sheer pink color outlining his mouth. You let out a giggle and he looked at you confused "what?." "I forgot it was tinted" you said hand covering your mouth in shock and interest. "I bet i look fabulous" he said with a flat tone and then puckering his lips at you. "yeah the smeared lipstick look is really in right now" you say giggling at his accidentally over-lined lips before leaning over and grabbing his face to wipe around his lips so he doesn't look insane. His breath hitched feeling your thumb swiping under his lips. "You know you could've just asked to kiss me, didn't have to make me look stupid" he said almost mumbling cause he didn't want to move him mouth too much and mess you up. "As if!! kissing you would be like kissing sandpaper! You are one cold morning away from a mouthful of blood from those cracks on your lips" you say pulling away from his face.

You knew what you were doing, and you knew that he liked you. You weren't dumb and you weren't gonna play it. You saw how he looked at you and god he had to know to some capacity how much you wanted him.

He was all you could get off to when you were alone now, sneaking a hand down to your panties and wishing it was his. Pumping your finger in and out of yourself almost antagonistically, you had assumed he'd be teasing and mean in your fantasies about him. And you would be lying if you said you said you hadn't been sleeping with more blonde guys as of recent to pretend that they're him. But none of them fucked you like Leon did in your head.

You guys pulled up the club finally, "The Alley Cat" stupid name but a dance floor and booze is a dance floor and booze. Starting to walk towards the door you notice that what you assumed was a busy sidewalk was a line around the block to get in. "This place is brand new how'd they find it so fast" jill said with a look of defeat. "Clubbers are menaces. Just give me a second I can get us in" you said adjusting your bra and arching your back very slightly.

You sauntered towards the bouncer, a man who looked to be in his late 30s, grown out buzz cut, brown mean eyes and a pair of sunglasses adorning his head. He was strong, not as strong as the men you worked with but you knew he could throw you around like you weighed as much as a napkin. He was tall too, too tall but that seemed to be good when your occupation is to be a human brick wall. His arms were crossed as he watched you strut up to him, squeezing your cleavage together and pouting. "Hello sir, i was wondering if you'd let me and my friends in" touching his chest "we were just sooo excited" you say slowly lips still in a pout looking up at him with half lidded eyes. "mmm.. I'll let you guys in if you make it worth my while" he said with a disgusting grin, you were such a hypocrite for being grossed out by the man when you knew that thats exactly what you were trying to get him to agree to. Just comes with the territory of being a woman I guess. You turn around with a wide smile on your face and wave your friends over. Jill squeals and trots over in her heels to hug you.

Leon had watched the whole ordeal go down, he had no idea what the two of you were saying but he could tell whatever you were doing was working. He had no right to be jealous so why was he, you two were barely friends he had no claim on you. Is what he tried to tell himself but his stomach was bubbling with jealousy and a little bit of anger. Anger that continued to grow when he saw the bouncer walk the group in and sweep you off to god knows where to do god knows what.

"She needs to stop doing this I would've been fine with waiting an hour or two" jill said with a sigh sitting down at the bar she ran her fingers through her short hair and looked around getting a scope of the place. "Doing what?" He said barely loud enough to hear over the music. Leon knew the answer to the question but he still asked anyways praying silently she wouldn't say it. "The last 5 times we've went to clubs she's pulled the whole seduce the bouncer thing and then suck him off in a backroom or closet. It's her choice at the end of the day but that must be really degrading mentally overtime for her. She may say she loves being a whore now but I don't think it's good for her to be treated like an object so often." Leon listened sympathetically but he was gritting his teeth internally at the idea of you sleeping with someone who wasn't him.

Leon didn't understand why he was feeling this way, you're gorgeous and he knew that, everyone knew that. But he enjoyed being around you. Every time he sees you he gets a little flustered thinking about how to talk to you and 'accidentally' eavesdropping when you'd talk about something you were passionate about, or recent news, or a mission or just something you enjoyed. He'd listen and wish he was the person you were talking to. He was absolutely infatuated with you. And he realized recently that the reason for it is because you're so interesting. He could never keep a girlfriend or fling before because he'd get bored so fast, he was addicted to the chaos in his life. It was his normal. And he wanted you to be that one constant in his life who he wakes up to every morning and wonders "what is she doing today?." because he knows it'll be a different answer every time. He wanted you to be his inconstant constant. By now the simmer of jealousy in his stomach had turned to a boil and it was spilling out. It should be him thats you're on your knees in front of not some loser who works at a club. He shivers at the thought.

The bouncer leads you to a storage closet about the size of a small bedroom, he starts nipping at your neck and groping your tits through your dress before pushing you to your knees in-front of him. his back against the cold concrete wall. You unzip his black pants music blaring through the door although the bass is louder than anything else. You pull his dick out, half hard and pump it a few times. "Just fucking suck it you little club slut." You knew it was his idea of dirty talk but it still didn't stop you from rolling your eyes. But maybe thats just because he's not Leon.

You take the tip into your mouth licking and sucking on it and finding his sensitive spot on the underside of his dick, you play with it for a little before he grabs a hold of your hair and starts throat fucking you. Drool pooling around your mouth and dribbling down your chin. Your eyes started to water as you relaxed your throat and just took him. That went straight to your panties, something inside you loved being manhandled. You were insatiable. Your makeup was probably fucked right now but you were too busy to care, and it was too dark in the club for anyone to notice. You started to move along with him as you could feel him getting closer squeezing your hair and his moans heightening in pitch, mouth falling into an 'O'. Or rather he was getting closer because before you could think Leon had busted through the door.

The mans whose name you still don't know's hand went limp on the back of your head as his whole body stilled. You pulled off of him a string of spit connecting you and his dick. Leon looked furious, jaw clenched and hands balled up into tight little fists definitely leaving little crescent-shaped marks in his palms. "Leon?" you said confused, barely able to think to ask why he's here before he punches the man straight in the nose. His head flies back holding his face, before he lunges on Leon. Theres a short lived battle of arms and legs before Leon is pinned down and cuffed. "You both are fucking out. now."

The man escorts you both out, Leons hands cuffed behind his back being held and you walking freely alongside, not wanting to embarrass yourself even more. He throws you two out on the curb and you hear a few people in the front of the line snicker. You make a quick call to Jill to say Leon got you two kicked out and that you'd update her later and you wanted her to enjoy her night, and to tell the people who haven't shown up yet that they can just say they're with her.

"Yeah, Yeah I'm sorry.. I know!! It's terrible, but he's probably just drunk. Yeah i'll get him home safe. Yeah. Okay, love you bye bye"

Thats all Leon hears as you're on the phone pacing back towards him, it was an odd habit you picked up. Needing to be doing something while talking to someone.

You look up at him with a mix of pity and annoyance and run your hands through your hair with a sigh. "C'mon, I'm walking you home. gotta make sure you don't beat anyone else up." You pat his back and start walking.

"I'm not drunk.."

"Sure Leon."

The two of you walk in silence for what feels like an eternity, the sounds of honks and angry drivers keeping you two sane. You take a sharp breath and contemplate your words before spitting them out.

"Why'd you do that Leon?" You say softly, looking over at him.

He refuses to look you in the eye, focusing on the sidewalk ahead of you. He responds with barely a mumble. "Jealous"

"What..?"

He finally looks you in the eyes and sighs "I was jealous.. can we just pretend like this never happened?"

You ignore his question. "Why were you jealous Leon.."

He groans and looks up to the sky, massaging his neck.

"Why do you think"

You smile at him, small. He doesn't notice though.

"Youuu like meee"

"You're making me wish I didn't right now"

"Shut up" You push his arm slightly, he stumbles over his feet to the side.

"So?"

"I mean I guess you're kinda cute" You say sarcastically, smile widening.

"Kinda?" He leers at you with that smirk on his face

you wanted to fuck it off of him

After a few more minutes of walking and bantering you arrive at his apartment, you climb up the stairs with him and he unlocks the door with ease. You follow him inside.

He takes his jacket off, revealing his toned back covered by a thin layer of cloth, if you weren't wet before you were now. He turns around to ask you a question but before he could even finish the first word you practically pounced on him.

Lips pressing against his, hands gripping onto his shirt desperately, like if you let go he'd disappear. He was shocked at first before letting out a low chuckle into your mouth, that went straight to your panties.

One of his hands grip your waist and the other grips your ass, pulling your body even closer to his. He slides his tongue into your mouth, making you melt at his touch. Letting out a whine into the kiss, the hand that was holding your ass moves up to your scalp and pulls your head back. Gripping your hair tight, a string of saliva connecting your wet lips as he pulls you away from him.

This time a whine leaves your mouth but its more of a beg and less of a moan. "Awww so needy" He says mocking you. "Leon please.."

His grip on your scalp stays strong as he forces you to your knees, he lets go and moves his hand to caress your face. Using a thumb to part your lips, you just look up at him dumbly. He puts his thumb in your mouth and you start sucking it mindlessly. "good girl.."

You look up at him and nod your head with a "mhm."

"Take off your dress" he says sternly.

You unzip your small, revealing dress to reveal a matching set of black lace panties and bra. He hums in approval.

"You were planning on getting fucked tonight.. probably by some stranger that couldn't treat you half as good as me"

You just continue to look up at him.

"C'mon baby, I want you to show me exactly what you would've done to that bouncer."

You nod at him again and work quickly at his belt and button.

"Someones experienced."

You pull his pants and boxers down to his knees and kiss around his dick, biting his thigh.

You take his fully erect penis into your hand, stroking it a few times. He looks like he's in complete bliss just from that. Eyelashes fluttering and looking down at you like you're the most precious thing in the world.

You lick his tip, flicking your tongue on his frenulum. His hand grips tighter on the back of your head and he lets out a small gasp. You put his tip in your mouth, and he lets out a groan at that.

"Quit teasing" he says lowly almost in a growl.

"Thought you wanted me to do exactly what id do to him" you tease him.

And with that you put him in your mouth in an instant, deep throating him. You pull away for a moment, looking up at him "feel free to fuck my mouth."

You put him back in your mouth and with that he grips your hair and starts fucking into your mouth, you gag slightly, tears pooling in your eyes and drool leaking down your chin again.

He turns your bodies around so now you're pressed against the wall, still sitting. And now instead of moving your mouth back and forth he's thrusting his hips into your mouth, losing himself and moaning. Your fingers are now digging into his clothed thighs, leaving crescent shaped marks on his meaty thighs.

You were sopping wet by this point, trying to hump the ground or your heel for some friction. Your heel was now rubbing against your clit and you let out a moan around him.

"fuckfuckfuckfuck such a good girl, just a little throat for men to use aren't you?"

He grips your hair again and with another long moan he releases into your throat. Coating the inside of your mouth completely, pulling out slightly too soon and spurting a little onto your cheek. You swallow all of it and then open your mouth to show him.

"God you're such a slut"

He uses one hand to grab your face, pointer finger and thumb squishing each side of your face. Pulling you to stand up.

He takes you to his bedroom and you fall back onto his bed with a giggle.

He undoes your heels slowly, a more sensual and tender moment compared to what you guys were doing just minutes ago. He takes both of them off and takes off his shirt leaving him nude and you wearing your bra and panties.

He crawls over your body and plants soft kisses to your collar bones and chest, before unhooking your bra. you arch your back slightly so he can do it easier. He slides it off of your arms and continues trailing soft kisses all over your chest before licking around one of your nipples.

It was gentle and made you feel safe in an odd sense, he looks up at you with blown out eyes. Hair slightly messy and him looking sexier than ever.

"Gonna treat you so much better than any of those assholes, gonna make you cum til your sobbing happy tears"

You caress his face with a soft smile, your smaller hand giving him comfort. You pull his face closer to your own and pull him into a kiss, wrapping your leg around his waist. He brings a hand down to squeeze your ass.

"Was thinking about doing this when I saw you in that slutty little dress."

He leans back for a moment, to grab your panties and slide them off of you, throwing them somewhere in his room. Doesn't matter, you're not getting them back.

He moves back into you, grabbing inside of your knee and putting it back around his waist, lining his dick up with your pleading hole. Barely putting his tip in and watching himself just disappear into you.

"Quit teasing Leon, please.. need you" You look up at him with a pleading look, he snickers at your desperateness before pushing into you completely. Your soft walls hugging and squeezing him just right, you felt like heaven. He would stay right here forever if he could.

He lets out a groan and starts moving, you moan along with him. He filled you up so perfectly.

"Fuck, could get used to this cunt. Sucking me in so good, made for me"

He continues to fuck into you at an increasingly fast pace, your pussy making wet squelching sounds as he pounds into you. Abusing your g-spot.

"Say it sweetheart, no one could fuck you as good as me" he says smirking at you, your hips slamming together to make a harmony of moans and wet sounds.

"No one could fuck me as good as you Leon, feel s'good. Making me feel so gooomph" you choke out a sob as he picks up the pace even more.

"Clit.. Leon please" you manage to squeak out while he pounds into you. He brings a hand down to rub small circles on you, you're so close to breaking. This man knew how to press all of your buttons just right, you knew it was just sex talk but maybe he was onto something.. maybe he was made for you.

You could feel yourself reaching your high, you felt the pressure building in your abdomen as you tried not to clench around Leon but you couldn't help it. He let out a moan when you did, bringing you even closer to the ledge. "its okay baby.. just come for me, c'mon sweetheart"

He starts fucking you at an even more relentless pace, and with a scream you finish around him, walls of your cunt fluttering around his still moving cock. You can only whimper and say his name as he continues his assault on your pussy, chasing his own release.

He starts to pepper kisses onto your neck as he starts to quicken his pace "can I cum inside?, please baby. Need to, been thinking about filling this little pussy up since we met"

You let out a whine and nod your head, as he starts to whimper himself in your ear.

"So good, so good for me, gonna breed you. And you're gonna love it aren't you? Yeah you are, little fucking slut."

Biting down on your shoulder and he starts to spurt inside of you, seed filling you up to the brim as he thrusts a few more times, riding out his orgasm as he kisses around the bite mark he left on your neck. His trusts slow down and his hips eventually still inside of you.

He looks up from your neck at your face in a haze before pecking you on the lips. "Wanna be the only person who gets to fuck you, and kiss you and hold you like this. Let me take you out on a date okay? Be your little boyfriend"

You smile at him and wrap your arms around his neck and roll over so now you're on top of him "yeah.. I think id like that Leon"

You kiss him on the lips again, this one much more gentle and soft than the hungry kisses you two shared earlier. You lift your hips off of him, pulling his dick out of you with a wince. He watches in awe as his cum drips out of you onto his torso.

"I'm never letting you go now"

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OKAY HAII AUTHORS NOTE:

This took so fucking long to write and its pretty proofread but if there are any mistakes just tell me. Proud of this!!!!

[axl-rose-lover-1987]

“Don’t Be Nervous”

Axl Rose 90s x Reader

(Use these pics for reference)

You got in your car and begin driving to the studio where the photoshoot was being held. You had no prior modeling experience you did this on a dare. You were a huge GNR fan and when you saw an ad for a girl needed to do a photoshoot with Axl Rose you got excited and you’re friend dared you to do it so what you had never modeled before it couldn’t hurt to send in a head shot or two. You had no way expected to actually get a call back but last Monday sure enough an executive with the magazine company had called you and said you, YOU had been selected to do the photo shoot with the AXL ROSE you couldn’t believe it. You were so shocked. They thought you and Axls looks would pair well together and that was probably the biggest compliment of your life. Now here you were shaking with excitement as you drove to the studio.

You were greeted by a make up artist and hair stylist they told you Axl was very excited to meet you. You blushed you had sorta a crush on him I mean to be honest every girl did. They told you you would be wearing a tight short black dress and as soon as you put it on you had never looked so good. The dress hugged your body perfectly your make up and had never looked that good and your hair was loosely curled and seemed to fall perfectly. You had never looked at yourself and felt this beautiful. The photographer and designer explained to you that Axl had been wanting to do a shoot with a girl for The Rolling Stones magazine and since he didn’t have a girlfriend right now they needed to pick one and Axl and him both thought you were the perfect choice. He said he wanted lots of shots of you and Axl up close touching, flirting, and to be sexy. This made you extremely nervous what if you looked terrible and messed up the shoot. You were so nervous waiting for Axl to come.

Finally there he came he walked out to the set he was perfect in every way he his hair was perfect his beautiful eyes lit up when he saw you he was wearing jeans and a leather vest without a shirt which exposed his perfectly chiseled abs. He looked like a fucking Greek god. “You must be y/n?” He asked extending his hand out for you to shake. Goddamn his voice was deep you thought. “Hi- y-yeah I’m y/n” you said trying to hide how nervous you were. “I’m sure you know who i am right?” Axl asked jokingly. “Yeah your Vince Neil right?” You said trying to be funny. Axl laughed and rolled his eyes “Alright alright good one” he said. Your face was bright red it made you feel good you made him laugh. “Alright now that you guys talked a little bit we’re gonna pose you” the director said. An assistant came over and told you to stand facing Axl they then directed you to hold on to Axls waist and they told Axl to grab yours. You two were now extremely close and one of Axls hand had left your waist and found your ass. Your heart was beating out of your chest. You were just praying Axl couldn’t sense how nervous you were. You looked down at your feet seeing how they hadn’t started taking pictures yet. “Is my hand ok?” Axl asked you. You looked up at him damn his eyes were beautiful “Y-yes” you said trying to hide your anxiousness. “Don‘t be worried sweetheart you look gorgeous” Axl whispered in your ear. You turned toward the camera grinning. The photographer began snapping photos. “Do you think you guys could kiss a little for us?” The director asked. “Sure” you both said. Axl lips found your neck a look of pleasure spread across your face you were completely oblivious to the fact the photographer was snapping photos. Axls lips eventually trailed up and found your lips. You kissed him back passionately shoving your tongue into his mouth before he could put his in yours. Axl pulled away looking at you in awe “And I thought you were nervous sugar” Axl said smirking at you. Axl then crashed his lips on to yours and your tongues fought in each other’s mouths one of Axls hands remained on your ass while the other was tangled in your hair. “Ok cut cut” the director shouted. You and Axl who had been lost in your kissing pulled apart and looked at him “that was great guys like very um well passionate for people who just met” he said. You and Axl laughed. “But now I want “y/n put one of your legs on Axls waist and Axl you support her and then look at the camera for us” he said. Axl helped you wrap your leg on his waist and he grabbed your butt for support you laid one hand on his bare chest and the other on the back of his head. “Alright guys give me sexy” the photographer said. Your and Axls faces lit up with each flash of the camera. Axl kept looking at you with hungry eyes which made you want him very badly you two were definitely nailing this photoshoot.

The director had now had Axl remove his vest and he was now completely shirtless. “Ok Axl push y/n against the wall for us.” The director said. Axl grabbed your hands and lifted them above your head and pushed them against the wall your back hit the cool dry wall “Did I hurt you sweet heart?” Axl asked. “No” you said. You and Axl stood looking into each other’s eyes. Axl and you began making out for a few mins when he then abruptly broke away. He dropped your hands and pulled out a cigarette. “Axl what the hell?” You asked the photographer didn’t tell him to stop. Axl lit the cigarette and held it loosely up to his lips. He inhaled the smoke but then you removed the cigarette from his mouth placing it in your own. Axl looked at you shocked. “Fuck you” Axl said not really angry but just surprised by your actions. You winked and walked away. “Alright guys those pictures will definitely look amazing that little cigarette stunt was great guys” the director said. You continued to smoke the cigarette as you walked off set Axl rushed up to you. “I’m gonna need to take you at to drinks after this” Axl whispered to you and then took the cigarette from your mouth and then walking away from you.

[girlylukehughes]

Get him back!

trevor zegras x reader, jamie drysdale x reader, part one of the suneater au!☀️

part one, part two

Warnings: asshole trevor, cheating mentioned

wc: 1078

Y/n “Peach” L/n had met Trevor Zegras last summer while visiting her parents in Michigan. She was sitting in a tall barstool, simply people watching, when the tall blonde boy tripped over his own two feet and landed on the floor right in front of her. “Damn so people really do fall for me huh?” she said with a cocky smirk on her face, and an even cockier one appeared on his. “Yeah totally my plan of action here,” he said with a laugh, “I'm Trevor.” Peach reached her hand out to help him off the floor, “Y/n, but everyone calls me Peach.” Looking at her Trevor could probably tell why, her hair was the color of a ripe peach, “I'm guessing that has to do with the hair?” he questioned. “Partially, also because I grew up on a peach farm in Georgia.” So that’s where the accents from, he thought. “Well Peach, I’d love to buy ya a drink.” With the smile widening in her face, he already knew her answer would be yes.

Two months after that the fighting started. On their nights out his eyes would wander from his girlfriend to the other women in the bar. His ego didn’t help either. One night Peach was finally fed up with it and started speaking her mind. “You know it really sucks you scour for other women when I’m literally right next to you.” She scoffs, throwing her keys into her side table by her apartment door. Instead of feeling ashamed he just let out a small chuckle. “Babe I’m a professional hockey player, I’m 6’2, and I mean, come on, you’ve seen my body. Why wouldn’t I look when I could get anyone else I wanted.” Peach could feel the tears brimming in her eyes but she blinked them away and turned around. “For fucks sake, your ego is bigger than you dick I swear, and that’s saying something. Also Trevor, your height is literally public record, try knocking two inches off that.” In reality the relationship should have ended with that conversation, but he was so much fun to be around. Sure she thought his friends were weird for encouraging his behavior when they knew he had a girlfriend but when they’d go to parties and not come home until the early hours of the morning, all she could think about was the fun they have.

July 2022

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After every fight Trevor had a way of making up for it. Whether it was getting her nails done, new shoes, a new bag, or some jewelry, it was always something expensive but never something thoughtful. After she caught him cheating she should have called it quits. But the next morning on her beside table sat a plane ticket to France.

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Peach had finally had enough when winter turned to spring and called it off after an argument about Trevor trying to get with her friends. Everytime she thought she missed him she’d just remind herself of all the shitty things he did to her. She didn’t know if she loved him, and she wasn’t sure if it was hatred or embarrassment she felt, but one thing she knew for sure was that she wanted to get him back. She wanted to make him jealous, make him feel as shitty as he made her feel. She’d see pictures start to pop up in her Snapchat memories and it’d make her miss him and she’d get upset but the sadness and longing never overpowered her need for revenge.

Many letters and long winded texts had been drafted but never sent when she’d miss the way he kissed and the jokes he’d tell her that had her clutching her stomach with tears in her eyes. Peach would pour her heart out and almost hit send or put them in the mailbox when she’d see her friends' faces in her mind, because they all knew what he did. They all knew he’d continue to do it.

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When Peaches ran into Jamie while getting coffee they sat down and caught up, one coffee meet up lead to two, which lead to three times a week. After a month of them meeting up three morning as a week Jamie had a proposal, “Go on a date with me, a real date. Not morning coffee but a nice dinner.” Peach really wanted to, she really did, but she wasn’t going to ruin a friendship. “Peach, you said you wanted to get him back right? This is the way to do it. Make him jealous, make him feel embarrassed.” Her heart was beating a mile a minute, “Jamie, I do actually like you, like romantically, you know that right? Like this wouldn’t just be a ploy to get back at Trevor, I’m in this for real.” Jamie’s face lit up, “I’m glad we’re on the same page then.” “Well then Drysdale, pick me up Friday at 6.” Grabbing her bag she wakes out of the coffee shop, sending him a grin over her shoulder.

When Jamie showed up that Friday he had a giant bouquet of flowers in hand and a nervous look on his face. She was stunned, Trevor never got her flowers, hell no one had, but here was Jamie. Standing outside her door with at least $200 worth of flowers in his hands. The night was great, full of teasing jokes, blushes, and a sweet kiss at the end of the night.

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[dietmountaindewbae]

Alex's dick being too big and he doesn't want to hurt you so her prevents you from going all the way down when your riding him but when he's asleep you get really horny and try to wait but u can't so you ride him when he's sleeping and u go all the way down and he wakes up to quiet sniffles and sobs and mouns and whining coming from you because it hurts so fuckin bad but feels so good then he starts degrading you and telling you how your so desperate for him cause you couldnt wait.

It's a lot ik but it's all I could think about this past week 🙈

xiv. trash magic

alex turner x reader

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word count: 4906

summary: You met (early 2018) Alex at the casino through a dating app

warnings: bruises, bite marks, pa!n k!nk.

song recommendation: trash magic by lizzy grant

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The clock on your phone tells you it's time, you glanced at each door, fixing your dress, putting powder on your nose and lip gloss on your lips, and you waited impatiently for his arrival, there were no new messages, no missed phone calls, you were under the impression he always was on time for everything, but a few minutes had gone by and he wasn't there, maybe you were exaggerating.

"Looking for someone, baby doll?" You turned your face and smiled at him.

"Hi" Your voice trembled, this was actually happening, "It's nice to meet you"

"Woah, you look gorgeous" He took a moment to take all of you in, the features of your face, the shape of your lips, the color of your eyes and cheeks, the texture of your hair, and the dress you wore leaving enough for the imagination, "Follow me, I got us a table" He grabbed your hand, signing you to follow him, your heart was at its pick, you felt nervous as fuck, he has noticed your hand was shaking, your breathing was short, he glanced at you up and down as he ordered the elevator, "First time doing this, right?" He sounded so confident, and you shrugged.

"I-I mean... n-no... yes" You confessed, you had tried that dating app your friend had told you to use, if you wanted someone to constantly give your gifts, take you out to dinner to a place you could only see the inside thru the glass, take you out shopping, and spoil you, you ought to sign in to Honey & Sugar, a website for men who looked for a sugar baby, you had to be 18 at least, and on your birthday while drunk you signed in.

"It's ok, doll, I think you and I will get along pretty well" The doors opened, and he walked you down a hallway, he had invited you to a hotel, swearing they had the best drinks in the bar, you trembled when he opened the door of a hotel room, thoughts were quick to appear on your head, "This is my place" He opened the door of a huge penthouse filled with couches, a huge TV, a big living room, and dinner table, there was even a piano, it was the size of your house, all in one floor, it was elegant, and cozy at the same time.

"Wait... your place?" You asked him, does that mean...

"Oh yeah, I'm the hotel owner... I have this to myself, I spend a lot of time here... so why not have a place here as well? A second home for me," You felt like you hit the lottery with that man, he wasn't like you thought, he had a profile picture with his friend, and you weren't sure who out of the two of them was Alex, but God, he was a handsome man, his long hair and beard suited him perfectly, his elegant night suit, black was his color, his eyes were dark and moody, you wonder what could he be thinking.

"It's wonderful," You said to him, you were in awe by the amount of room it had.

"And if you love this, look outside" He opened the glass door of his balcony, and outside there was dinner for two, the view of the streets of LA, and the moon shining right behind the table, he smiled at you, he loved how that pink silk dress hugged your body so perfectly, and your knee socks, they were a bit junior but he loves the way they fit you, "What do you think?"

"I'm blown away" You giggled as he pulled a chair out for you.

"Dinner is served," You felt like the lady and the tramp with a bowl of spaghetti and meatballs on your plate, "Not the fanciest but you said pasta never goes wrong" He pulled out a chair for you.

"And I was right, wasn't I?" He sat in front of you twisting his fork in the plate.

When he said you would get along well, you never expected it to go so well, like that plate of wine and pasta, both complemented each other well, he never forced you to talk about anything of your private life, even though to know someone you have to have a little trust, and he inspires you that, it was so easy to talk with him, he listened, and laughed, jokes around, he was a humble man, when you get to the top everyone expects you to be cocky about it, but he never changed his personality, honest, and kind-hearted, he was confident but it wasn't confused with cockiness, he wasn't as fluent when he tried to explain to you something complexed but you listened closely as he looked so cute explaining things he was passionate about.

He was blown away by you, you were brilliant, and funny, kind, and understanding, you were very mature for your age, when he was yours he never wanted to hear anyone's advice and just did what he thought, tried, and failed until he eventually settled down and got his shit together, you, on the other hand, were just finishing high school, packing your stuff for college, talking about the future with him was helpful, you've never met anyone as wise as he was, and his way of speaking was just like poetry, you were quick to fall for him.

After dinner, he excused himself to grab a cigarette from his coat, you stood up, your hands ran on his waist, hugging him from behind, this making his heart melt instantly for you, your doe eyes taking the worse out of him, he embraces you, his arms around your shoulders as you see how little everything looked from above, while he looked down at your flushed cheeks, and nose from the cold air, when you look up at him, he finds you so attractive, he caressed your cheek, running his thumb thru your bottom lip, you smiled nervously, you were too shy to be even touched like this, even if it wasn't much.

"You've never done summat like this before, have you?" You said no with your head, "You want this?"

"I do," You said looking at his eyes, sweet like honey.

"You want me?" Your arms looped around his big shoulders, he took out the smoke from his mouth, and you inhaled the dense air into your mouth, he shut the space in between you, his warm lips tasted like wine, and his cigarettes, it was so intoxicating and addictive, his lips were eager, while you tried to keep it cool, your heart beat against him, he could feel how you tried to let go as he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue inside your mouth, caressing your hair, pulling you closer to him by the hip, eventually you let go, forgot about everything, the ground you were standing up on, the place that you were, suddenly your head was up in the clouds, floating, and enjoying the taste of his lips until you eventually let go of his lips.

"Why don't you stay?... we can make the night last longer" Your eyes spark and you nod, he wraps his arm around your waist, his hand landing on your lower hip, your heart speeds of anticipation, you weren't sure what was going to happen, or even if you were ready.

He walked you into his room with golden lights, hand on hip, peppering your cheek with tiny ticklish kisses, he sat on his leather couch and pulled you into his lap with no struggle, "Do you feel like having a small treat, babe?"

"I don't know, what do you have in mind for me?" You whispered into his ear with your soft voice.

"I have a lot of things in mind for you" He drawled, his eyes so magnetic and dark, "But for now..." Served on a silver platter there was some rich dark chocolate and fresh strawberries for dessert, he turned his music up, and you thanked him as you fetched the champs glass from him, he sat you back on his lap, and you leaned forward to grab a strawberry but he stopped you, taking one for you, putting it between your teeth, signing you to bite, and he smiled at you when he saw you chewing it, "Take another bite" He insists dipping the strawberry in the chocolate, his thumb had some chocolate on it too, you licked the remaining leftover on his thumb making him sigh content, "You must be really hungry still right?"

"Very" You pecked him on the lips, and he dipped one more in the chocolate, you closed your eyes, humming as you bit the strawberry off his fingers, he traced his thumb over your lips, his index, and middle on your neck, pulling your chin down to kiss you roughly, his tongue lapping over yours, tasting your heavenly mouth, you were gasping for air as he deepened the kiss, he shifts you to sit directly on his lap, startling him between your legs, his hands dropping to your ass and gripping it roughly.

"You have what I want right here," His hand sneaked between your legs, into your panties feeling the wet patch you left, "And I bet is even tastier than just some strawberries... listen, little girl, I'm gonna show you how real men do it," He shifts your underwear to the side, his fingers playing with your clit roughly, you stifled your moans, feeling the angst and the nerves fulling your blood system.

"Yes, please..." You sighed, he got lazy with the pace, you saw it on his face, you missed one crucial word, the one that began everything, "Daddy..." He pulled your dress up to your waist to finally have complete access to you, he pushed one finger inside you, and your walls were so tight and warm.

"Fuck, you're so tight baby, got all wet since I kissed you, I knew you loved it" You sighed trying to get his finger to reach deeper, "You like this? do you need more babe?" He drawled taking his finger out of you and rubbing your clit in circles.

"Oh... daddy, please give me more" He used his index and middle finger to fuck your little pussy, it was so wet for him it was unbelievable, you complain a little about the stretching on your walls but shortly you got used to it, and it began to feel more enjoyable as you grind your hips into his fingers.

"Make yourself feel good babe, then I'll take you to bed" You whimpered, you were more than ready to take him, even felt excited, but first you wanted to return back the pleasure he was giving you, your hand stroked his cloathed cock, he was stiff and long, thick, it would definitely hurt once inside you but you were prepared, "Playin' round with me I see" You purred a yes, shuffling your hand inside his trousers feeling every inch of him completely, he spread his legs open, and rests his head back on the couch as you began to jerk him off slowly, the tension was growing hotter as you kept grinding against his groin, the veins on his neck popping up to the surface, your lips were content to attack his neck with kisses, softly nibbling on a spot that made him groan loudly, you thought you had hurt him, you pulled your mouth away thinking you had hurt him.

"I'm-" His hand brushed against the bruise you had left him, but instead of getting angry he smiled at you.

"You're eager, aren't you doll?" You softly smiled, "Don't be sorry, It's ok" He said just as if he could read your mind, your heart began to pump faster as he inched closer to your ear, leaving ticklish kisses on it, "You're so beautiful" He pushed his hips up, his boner brushing against your cloathed clit making you moan softly, "You don't need this anymore... take your clothes off for me, do as daddy tells you" You pulled away from his warmth, he turned you around helping you with the zip of your dress, watching slide down carefully revealing your naked back, you pulled away sliding down the straps of your dress, and the straps of your bra fell down your arms to the floor along with your white knickers, your big eyes glistened with the lights, the golden cross on your collarbone being the only thing left in your body, and you looked so innocent, exposed, fragile, your skin was smooth, he couldn't see a single flaw in your body, he stared at it in awe, you watched as a spark appeared on his eye, but you weren't as comfortable with the nudity of your body, you didn't look at it the way he did, it was so penetrating, you hugged your body with your arms, "No, don't" He said standing up from the couch, "If I could have you like this all day,"

"You can have me any day, daddy" His heart melts into your hands as you talked, "Keep me," You said, he caressed your face, like a little puppy he held you in his arms, taking you to bed, your back landing on the silk bedsheets, he ran his fingers down your hair, and you closed your eyes as an instinct, he kissed your tenderly, his chapped lips so heavenly.

"I'll take care of you just fine doll, you'll be loyal to me, right?"

"Yes, daddy," You said with no doubt, "I don't need anybody else but you"

"Mmm, I love the sound of that," He touched your golden cross, and he smiled, "Strict household I see...you're far away from there now, you won't need this anymore" He carefully took your necklace away, "You're lost little girl, I can shelter you, I can take care of you... always," His words were the ones you needed to hear, now that you had him, you knew nothing was gonna be missing, your plate was full, and your heart had healed, he had worked you up just about enough now, and a part of you wasn't ready to see his enormous size, you trembled, "Too much for you, doll?"

"I've- never... I've never gotten this far" You admitted.

"I gotta warn you, it's gonna hurt for a minute... if you're not ready, tell me, it doesn't matter to me... what matters is that you're with me, and I promise if you do, nothing's gonna hurt you, baby, I can wait, besides... there are other options for me to make you feel so good" You hummed.

"Show me, please daddy" He smirked so evilly, and he slowly descends kissing your belly and spreading your legs open, he spat in your sensitive spot, shivers crawled up your spine, he licked a bold stripe, and he pushed his fingers inside you, the stretching felt so good now but it was nothing compared to what he had, but it was all you thought you could handle for now, he pressed his tongue down on your clit, his beard tickling between your legs, all the sensations mixing so well, it didn't take long until you were pulling on his hair, your legs were uncontrollably shaking, and you were set free, sweating and panting, "Fuck darlin', you taste so good, came for daddy so well, you're my good girl" You kissed him sloppily, he giggled at how happy he just made you, your whole body was tired, and he laid you down on the bed gently, "I think it's bedtime for you and me"

He stood up, and took his clothes off in front of you, he discarded his belt to the side, along with his other clothes, and you could see the outline of his dick on his Calvin's, you bit down on your lower lip.

"See sommat you like, babe?" He made you giggle, he covered your body on the bedsheets and he tag along with you.

"I'm sorry, daddy," You said to him, you were ashamed, you had given him one of the most uncomfortable boners, but he waved it off.

"Don't matter, it'll be gone in a minute or two" He left a small kiss on your forehead, "Sleep, you must be tired, right?" You nodded, cuddling closer to him, back pressed against his chest, you pressed yourself closer to him, "Hmmm, you won't make things easy for me if you rub yourself up like that" You giggled, and the lights went off, you took a distance, and you closed your eyes to sleep, but your mind kept looping around an idea, you were ready, if he was capable of making you finish with just using his tongue and fingers, God, what else could he do? what else could he show you? maybe you should take the initiative, surprise him, and show him how good can you be too.

At around 3 in the morning, you woke up again, feeling a dull ache between your legs, the ideas, the images, what had you seen, what he could do, what could he feel like, everything was pilling up for you, and you once felt a heat no one else could extinguish but him, you rubbed yourself closer to him, his breathing warm against your ear, you could feel he still was a little stiff, you were eager, and you began to grind your ass close to his groin just like you did in the couch, you remembered how much did he enjoy that, he began to get stiff again, but what else could you do, you grabbed your phone, taking advice from a friend, she had more experience, and you wanted to make him feel just as good, she said to wake him up, giving him some head, you didn't know exactly how to do that, you watched a few videos thinking you could mimic the movements of the other girls, and when you felt like you could do it, you put yourself up for the test.

Your hands slowly descend down his body, he groaned in his sleep when you stroked his dick thru the sheets, you smiled at his frown, he looked so cute with his eyes closed, and his eyebrows pushed together like that, you climbed on top of him, taking the blanked off his body, and carefully pushing your warm hands inside his boxers, you took it out, your hand lightly stroking his dick up and down, and you licked his tip with your tongue, going in small circles, he slowly began to wake up from his slumber.

"Babe-" His voice raspy, and heavy with sleep, "God, what are you doin'?" His heartbeat began to speed, his cock getting harder as you stroked him.

"I wanted to help you, daddy... make up for it," You said, your whispering echoing in his head, you gulped before you took him in your mouth, you fitted in what you thought you could handle, he gasped, and moaned loudly, "Am I doing good?"

"So fuckin' good, babe, you really wanna make me feel good, huh?" You nodded clinging to every word he tells you, "Spit on it," He said, you mimicked the way he did it when he went down on you, a string of warm saliva glistening with the cool light of the moon, "Fuck... just like that, now spread it" You took your hand and pumped him up and down, you didn't know if you were doing correctly but he seemed to enjoy it, "Take it inside your mouth like a big girl, can you do that?" You said yes with your head, and you opened your mouth as wide as you could, taking him inside, "Mmmm, now move your head up and down," You bopped your head up and down for a few moments, you were doing it fast, "Hollow your cheeks, suck it" He panted with his dark and raspy voice, you hummed and hollowed your cheeks like he said, "Mmm fuck babe, just like that, you're doin' so good, you're making daddy feel so good," You sucked harder with each time, it was mindblowing to him how close he felt now, he pushed your head up, you mouth making a loud pop, "Babe, slow down... let daddy enjoy it" You took it slower, in a more calm pace hearing him hum in satisfaction, you moaned around him, "Do you like sucking daddy's cock?"

"Yeah, I do daddy" You sounded so confident now, he had the idea of a more shy you but now that both of your feelings have been revealed, he liked this more confident and bratty side of you, "Are you close, daddy?"

"Very... you're making me so proud, babe girl, get daddy to finish, show me" You speed up your pace once more, sucking harder, bopping your head slowly, swirling your tongue around his dick focusing more on the head, that was his sweet spot, it made him lose control, and he pulled your hair as he came inside your mouth hot and heavy, "Swallow daddy's cum" He ordered, you took a deep breath in, your heart was rapidly beating, and you swallowed his release, "That's a good girl," You crawled to him, your silky hair made a mess, a soft pout on your lips, he lightly pecked them since you didn't give him the opportunity to kiss them as rough as he wanted, he was still dazed with sleep, but you needed more, you sat directly on his cock once more, it was still stiff, you felt ready, you wanted him more than anything, and the need over the pain you would feel was bigger, you grabbed his dick and pressed it against your entrance, you wimpered at the stretch, it was really painful at the beginning, you were sure about to give up, he heard your little sniffs, and weeping, "Babe-" He opened his eyes and watched your eyes water, as you finally had managed to fit all of him inside you, your whole body fell down, and he held you in his chest, "Are you ok, angel?"

"Y-Yes, daddy" You whimpered, "I'm ok" Your voice sounded so fragile against his ear.

"God, babe, you never stop to impress me, and for fucks sake you feel so fuckin' tight, so wet for me... you make daddy so fuckin' happy, but you gotta be careful, I don't wanna hurt you"

"You won't, just g-give me a moment, please daddy" His fingertips grazed your back up and down as you tried to compose yourself, softly humming in your ear the song that played on his stereo, and when you felt ready, you put your hands on his chest, moving your hips back and forward very carefully but more sure, "Ugh, fuck... it feels s-so good" You shivered as you felt him so deep inside you, it felt wonderful, finally you understood what was that you were missing out on.

"I can feel you, and you feel so lovely babe," He helped you guide your movements, slowly picking up a pace you enjoyed, and most of all you felt comfortable with, your body was covered by a wave of goosebumps in places you didn't even know you could get, he rocks you back and forward, "Couldn't wait to get it all inside you, darlin'?"

"You're so b-big" You lost control over your movements, Alex grinding your hips against his body, holding you for dear life, gripping your skin until it bruised, but you didn't care, you loved to have the reminder of how good was he making you feel, he heard your moaning, he entered a magical trance, your lips attached to his, and he lost control of his movements, but you didn't care, you encouraged them, "Go faster, p-please daddy" You begged, he bends his knees, pressing you up to his chest, and pounded your little hole over and over again, your legs were trembling as you felt closer, "I love it," You said, as you hold on to his chest, you dig your teeth into his shoulder, he moaned as he felt your walls tighten, clenching around his tightly.

"Babe, I-I'm gonna cum," You giggled, and whispered to his ear.

"Cum inside me, please, daddy" Your weak voice was all that he needed to hear to burry himself inside you, covering your insides with his hot release, and you covered his cock with your juicy release, both panting as you came down from that high, "I love you, daddy" You quietly said, but he heard it loud and clear.

"I love you too, my babe, you're daddy's girl" You hummed, he left you tired, and worn out, but happy, and most of all in love. He holds you in his big arms, pulling out of you slowly, you whimpered at the feeling of emptiness, but your heart was full of him, "Let's get you cleaned up," He carried you to the bathroom, legs wrapped around his strong torso, he sat you on the sink, and damped a towel to clean you up, he did it in the most caring way possible, "Do you feel ok? Nothing is hurting or anything, you need to tell me honey, I don't wanna-"

"I had a great time, I'm ok daddy, cross my heart" You did a small cross on your chest and gave him a bright smile, he gave you privacy to go to the bathroom and when you looked in the mirror you saw your runny makeup, but somehow you felt like you were glowing, later on, you joined him in the bed, spending the rest of the night cuddled up to him, you felt sheltered in his arms.

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The sun rises behind the curtains, you roll on the sheets of the comfortable bed, you quickly realized you woke up alone, in the bed, you patted the spot next to you, yesterday you felt on cloud nine, and he was gone like pure magic. You had thought of everything that could possibly go wrong, but suddenly as you were trying to find your clothes you heard someone had closed the door, and footsteps coming your way, and he quietly opened up the door to find you sitting on the bed with a frown.

"Did I wake you up, my love?" The look on your face said everything, he walked up to you caressing your cheek, and you snatched your face away, but he redirected it, his thumb on your chin, "What's wrong?"

"Nothin'," You said, crossed arms, he eyes you up and down, he looked so powerful dressed with his big coat, and stripped button-up shirt, he saw right thru you.

"Oh, come on, tell me," You moved your head from side to side, and he tickled your sides, you couldn't escape him, and you couldn't stop laughing, he pinned you down on the bed, he left a small kiss on your nose as he looked at you up and down, "You're gorgeous, I like it more when you smile at me, be honest, you can tell me"

"I just... thought that... you had left me," You spoke, he laid next to you, you couldn't believe you were still naked, you covered your body with your arms but he took them away, "I can't spend the rest of the day naked, Alex" You joked.

"Yes, you can, don't ever think I would do such a thing, the only reason I left early was to get you a lil somethin'" From his back pocked he reached to grab a black velvet box, you smiled at him, "Do the honors" You opened the small box, and inside there was a golden chain, his golden chain.

"But... this is yours, Alex" He moved his head from side to side, putting his golden chain around your neck.

"It's yours, I just wanted to find a good box to put it in, wrap it up for you... everyone's gotta know that you belong to me, no one else, just you" Your cheeks painted dark crimson, no one else had done something like this for you, "And... I got some other things for you" He grabbed your hands and let you outside to his living room, you saw two channel boxes, along with other bags of clothing you had never thought you would ever get, "Went on a little shopping spree, got somethings for me girl," You gasped as you saw the most gorgeous pair of heels, and boots you would ever own.

"This is vintage channel! How did you?-"

"Karl's an old friend of mine, when I talked to him about you he knew exactly what to give me," He kneels to put the heels on, perfect fit, "Only the best for my princess," You gave him a big kiss on the lips as a thank you, but it turned deeper, sexier, and erotic, it caused him shivers, "Still in the mood?"

"Always for you, daddy"

A/N hope you didn't miss me much, sorry for not updating in a while, i wanted to say sorry beforehand as well, i won't be updating as much as i did before :(( some serious family business happened recently, i'm ok tho! i can't focus a lot of me rn, i have bigger responsibilities to take care of, but i won't be gone forever, this isn't the last you will hear of me any time soon, just sit tight ladies i'll be coming back soon. i love you and thank you for the comments and support!

note to anonymous: hope you didn't mind i changed things up a little, enjoy thank you for the request and reading!

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Baby blues. PT1

“ oh, oh look here! This is Vanessa on her first Halloween, look at how cute she is as a little rabbit! Everyone adored her. “

My father’s voice rang in my ears, stupid, this is all stupid. Why was he here, he was never here for me when I started college. He just wants to get near this baby, My baby.

“ oh how adorable! Vanessa I never realized you have curls! “

“ ah, they where just baby curls. But she looked adorable with them. “

Y/n, she’s the only reason I’m not dead. But god is she as dumb as rocks. Look at her, she’s the prettiest girl on earth, well, after me, and here she is. Laughing along with hour father about your old baby photos.

“ curls don’t look good on me anyways. My physique is for straight hair, maybe wavy tips if I need to look good. “

“ you always look good Vanessa…”

I felt myself smile slightly, rolling my eyes and looked back at my phone. Her compliments would usually keep me going, make me laugh and even cockier, but I didn’t want to show anything else around William. I hate him, I hate how he walks around like he’s not a monster. I hate how he has his name plaster around a building y/n frequents. I hate him.

But. Y/n is making it better. She looks beautiful with that baby bump, and I’ve been able to keep her in the house easier with all those rumors shes baby trapped me. She couldn’t even if she tried.

“ oh, is that Vanessa on her first day of school! Look at her cute little backpack!!! “

“ first day of kindergarten! Oh she clung to me and her mothers leg like- “

My heart raced as he said that. That word. That word could make me a mess if I let it.

“ William. Don’t talk about her. “

I try and remain calm. Y/n dosnt need to be asking questions about her. All she needs to know is my mother is…gone….

“ oh come on Vanessa, it’s just a photo. Here, look, here you are on picture day, you were always photogenic! “

I hate looking at my younger self. How naive and stupid I was. I’m better now, I’m smarter, I have a mate and a baby.

“ let’s see..ah Vanessa! Remeber your first visit to the restaurant? Oh I scared you with the costume, but as soon as she realized it was her dad she wouldn’t let go! “

The restaurant. Freddy’s….y/n dosnt need to know about that place. She dosnt need to know what happened. He needs to catch a drift and stop. Talking.

“ William why don’t you show her more Halloween pictures. Those are better “

“ yeah, what was she after the rabbit! “

Y/n is so interested in this. Why? Am I not interesting to talk to, does she not like me??

( Vanessa moves from her seat and sits next to y/n, putting a hand on her thigh as she looks at the pages with her )

“ here’s Vanessa when she was a penguin, here she is a Rapunzel…oh and here she is on her ninth Halloween, as a model! Always had it in you didn’t you ness? “

“ whatever…”

I hate him. I want him gone and away from my mate. But y/n adores him, she wants him to be apart of this babies life. Hes a monster, a beast. I want him away from my life.

“ Oh look! And here’s Vanessa with her mother…one of the last photos taken of them- “

“ THATS ENOUGH. GIVE ME THE STUPID BOOK “

He brought her up just to piss me off. Why wouldn’t he, he knew I’d get flamed up.

( Vanessa snatches the book from William, storming into the kitchen and throwing it under the counter. )

“ Get out if my house William. Get out and STOP COMING BACK! “

“ ok ok Jesus! Y/n, I’ll keep in touch, be safe- “

“ STOP TALKING TO HER. GET OUT! “

( Willam rolls his eyes and leaves, y/n looks up at Vanessa, who is obviously extremely pissed off )

“ v-Vanessa….why did you-? “

“ STOP TALKING. I CANT WITH YIU RIGHT NOW. HES NIT THE ANGEL OF A MAN YOU THINK HE IS. Jesus, I need to go smoke…”

“ Vanessa wait! You said you’d stop that stuff for us. “

she’s guilting me. She’s making me feel bad. He’s manipulating her into doing this. She’s lost her fucking mind.

“ well I’ll stop when you birth me and strong healthy alpha. Now move. “

( Vanessa pushes past y/n, and storms outside. Y/n sits back down on the couch in silence. )

[eunchancorner]

Revenged and Rescued (Part 6)

This was going to be longer but I cut part of it off for part 7 bc it was getting a bit lengthy

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“Andrew! Did you get that extra ramen cup like I asked?” Charles asked his squadmate as he approached a small bonfire the others had built and lit. The shaggy-haired soldier nodded, grabbing one from the pile beside him and tossing it to Henry.

“Hope you like it spicy, it’s all we ever have extras of,” Eel warned him, but Henry smiled as he ripped the top off the package. “Oh, hell yeah!” he said, grabbing the extra hot water bottle near the fire and pouring it into the cup.

As he made his own, the rest of the squad got their ramen and soaked it as well, and when they were all ready, Charles stood closer to the bonfire, calling the attention of the squad.

“Well, boys, I think it’s only fair to dedicate tonight’s fine dining to our new friend, Henry!” he announced, raising his cup, and sure enough, the rest of the squad followed suit.

“To Henry!” they chorused, and in all honesty, Henry felt kind of honored to have this kind of genuine companionship. He watched as the others took seats on the ground or on crates, and looked around, realization hitting him.

“Wasn’t there two more of you?”

“Oh, yeah, Mac has to put Phlex to bed at sunset,” one of the Bukowski twins pointed out.

“And it has to be Mac. He won’t let the rest of us do it for whatever reason. We have theories though,” the other noted as he began to eat.

“My theory’s that, since Mac is just friendly in general, he can calm Phlex down easier,” Madd added, taking a sip from a can of an energy drink Henry swore he could recognize.

“I have money on Phlex actually having a gigantic fucking crush on Mac,” one of the Bukowski twins smirked, though Henry still couldn’t tell which was which. 

“I’m gonna have to get used to figuring out which one of you is which,” he murmured, but it seemed they heard him, and began whispering to each other before one untucked his tags from his uniform.

“There!” he said triumphantly. “I’m Calvin, by the way, the one with the tucked tags is Konrad, try to remember that ok? If you can do that, we’ll try to remember to do this.”

Henry nodded, grateful for the help. He sat down on the ground, next to Charles as the squad slowly calmed into idle banter, recalling stories of their own missions, things they’d witnessed around the base, and debating on the best Souubway sandwich, for whatever reason.

As the sunset gave way to night, however, something became increasingly obvious, even to Henry.

“Shouldn’t Mac be back by now? He’s been gone a while,” Quentin finally pointed out, glancing at one of the tents. Phlex’s, Henry assumed.

“I’ll go check on them,” Eel decided as he stood, walking over to the tent, the others watching closely. It was hard to make out what happened, but Henry just barely made out Eel pulling out his phone and snapping a picture before he ran back over to the squad.

“Andrew, you owe Calvin twenty dollars,” he relayed, holding his phone tightly.

“What?! Why?!” the apprentice asked indignantly, and Eel turned his phone to reveal the picture he’d taken; Phlex sleeping, sprawled out on Mac, who seemed to either be asleep or idly patting Phlex’s back. The kicker, however, was the fact that even in his sleep, Phlex was blushing.

“Oh. My. God. I fucking knew it!” Calvin cheered, laughing. “Hand it over, Andy!”

Andrew huffed indignantly, but dug around in one of his pants pockets, taking out a crumpled $20 bill and handing it to the elated Bukowski. 

“Well, this was the last thing I was expecting to witness,” Henry admitted, turning to Charles, who just laughed in response.

“Welcome to base, never expect anything to be normal here,” was all the pilot said, earning a laugh from Henry.

“I guess so! But, y’know, good for them, honestly. Unless Mac already has someone…”

“Oh, no, Mac has been complaining about being single for the longest time,” Konrad assured him, “This is honestly the best thing that’s happened to him in a while, I bet. Though, I imagine it’d be weird having Phlex as a boyfriend… eh, but if anyone can handle him, it’s Mac.”

“Ok, but what if Mac doesn’t feel the same way?” Henry worried, but Quentin chimed in.

“Trust me, if there’s one thing Mac doesn’t kid around about, it’s actual physical contact. High fives and handshakes, that’s it. The fact that he’s letting Phlex sleep on him tells us all we need to know about his feelings.”

“Yep, seems like we have a new couple on site! Which means Quentin and Madd might end up having to bunk now, seeing as how you two are Phlex and Mac’s tentmates,” Charles pointed out, earning a sigh from Quentin.

“One idiot to another. Hopefully this one doesn’t snore…”

“Luckily for you, I don’t,” Madd said pointedly, almost sounding insulted at the very notion.

“Y’know, speaking of new couples, Quentin, how’s the whole Anthony situation going?~” Calvin chimed in, leaning towards the oldest squad member, who blushed noticeably as he tried to keep himself cool.

“I… still haven’t talked to him about it, but I’m planning on it… Eventually… Just give me some more time, ok?” the pilot said, trying to sound nonchalant, but just earning a gasp from Konrad.

“More time? Dude, it’s been months, just go talk to him already! The worst he can say is no!”

“No, the worst he can say is ‘I’m straight,’ Konrad. But you wouldn’t know that, because you are straight.”

“He’s got you there,” Charles pointed out casually.

“Okay, well, still, there’s no point in holding off! Just go talk to him! It’s that simple!”

“If it’s so simple, then why haven’t you asked June out?” Calvin chuckled as his twin turned to him with a betrayed look.

“Wh-I-b- Because, uh- Because she’s never here! So there!”

“But she visits pretty often. Her whole section does. So, really, there’s no reason not to ask her out next time you see her.”

“Wh- y’know what, fine! If Quentin asks out Anthony this week, then I’ll ask out June next time Major Panzer’s section visits!” Konrad concluded.

“Fine!” Quentin answered the ultimatum.

“Fine!”

“Why is everyone yelling?!” Andrew finally spoke up, having been silent for a while, and the whole squad was silent for a moment before Eel sighed.

“Well, this was a conversation. Anyway,” he said as he stood, motioning to Andrew to do the same. “We’re heading off to bed, so should you guys. C’mon, Andy, we’ve got to work on the jeeps tomorrow.”

His apprentice sighed but stood and followed as Eel began walking, waving to the others.

“I guess we should head to bed, too. Night, boys,” Quentin said as he departed, followed by Madd, each of them heading to their tents.

“Seeya Charlie, seeya Henry!” the Bukowski twins chorused as they headed off to their tent, leaving Henry and Charlie alone at the fire.

[chainmailchalamet]

Run Rabbit, Run (Dark! Eddie Munson 🍒🪽)

tags: roommates to lovers, modern!metalhead!eddie munson(maybe not a complete face match to ST!Eddie, but his look is up to your imagination), slight predator/prey dynamic (more tags in the next part when it gets more NSFW), but expect a lil degradation, impact, knives, kind of fucked up intense dirty talk, morallygrey!eddie, they may or may not be completely human (also up to interpretation), and as usual always!black always!non-binary POV 🌟🍒

roommate!eddie munson who puts you on edge from the moment you come across him — responding to a post on a queer housing page on facebook because you get a new job that pays enough to move out your ex’s place but you still need a roommate and something about his post is just…appealing. this self-proclaimed “bisexual metalhead chef” whose love language is homemade omelettes, who waxes poetic about maintaining a harmonious home, who bakes when he’s stressed and has a black cat named cerberus (“he’s not really mine, he just likes to curl up at the foot of my bed on the weekends like i’m his little side-piece, so you know…basically mine”), and just desperately wants to live with someone who is clean and sweet and will play taste-test with him when he experiments with new recipes.

and that sounds fucking nice, ok? especially after your previous situation where you did all the cleaning and cooking and emotional labour and got cheated on for all your trouble.

and yeah, ok, maybe eddie is kind of cute in every single picture he puts up with his post — with his dark hair and dark eyes shining bright and mischievous tucked into the fur of a serious looking black cat, and his ringed hands (big, and strong-looking, and tatted up) with a guitar clutched expertly between them and his chains and his fucking tongue between his teeth when he smiles this big, dumb, razor-sharp smile even while covered in flour and wielding a tray full of mini peach galette’s. maybe he’s kind of exactly your type on paper — good in the kitchen, queer as fuck and proud of it, sharp teeth, dark eyes….

it’s not until the day you meet him in person that you start to get a little bit antsy, a little too-small in your skin. because he looks better than his pictures, which is wild. he’s got just a hint of stubble, pretty eyelashes, so much silver glinting in his ears and all through his face and a blackout tattoo that crawls up his back and some ink crawling up the side of his face a little too and god damn it, it suits him — all his ink and silver and his long curly hair half tied up in a sloppy bun. he’s so much taller in person too, so much bigger than you, and it’s kind of funny cuz he doesn’t seem like he should be so big and broad in the shoulders because he’s a fucking metalhead kitchen nerd, but — his white t-shirt stretches so nice across his chest that it’s a little bit obscene and a little bit see through so you clock just a hint of the tattoos that he must just be covered in tip to toe and he smells like tobacco and jasmine, smells so good he kind of makes your mouth water — which is just like, so fucking rude.

and maybe you’d be able to deal with all of that if he was as much as an asshole as he kind of looked — but he’s not, he opens the door to you and his eyes light up, and he’s all bright and chatty and welcoming, asking if he can hug you or shake your hand or whatever you want, i’m just super tactile, here let me take your coat, woah your hair is so fucking cool, your braids are just gorgeous, kind of like zoë kravitz in high fidelity — oh shit, yeah, totally see the vision, and you did that yourself, that’s insane, you’re so talented.

and he keeps a clean apartment , a big beautiful apartment that smells of jasmine incense and bakery — kitchen nice and organized, cast iron skillets displayed proudly on the wall, a well-stocked fridge lovingly adorned with Polaroids and magnets, and he’s all like you can use anything you want, and if you need me to pick anything just put in on the list, i got a good plug for grocery stuff, yeah, totally it’s all cool, just picked up like, so many beets for like nothing, we’re gonna be swimming in beet juice for a week.

and the living room is so comfy, big soft leather couch smothered in blankets and an electric fireplace, and a glass coffee table covered in cookbooks and a bookshelf bursting with life, and you can just see yourself lounging here, laying on your front in the plush carpet in the flow of the fireplace while he tinkers in the kitchen. and your bedroom is huge too — wood floors, high ceilings, enough space for a king bed and your clothing rack and mannequins and maybe even some room to do yoga and to tuck your sewing set-up into the corner while you watch the skyline stretch green and gorgeous ahead of you.

and the bathroom is so clean you could eat off the floors, which is crazy — there is eucalyptus hanging in the shower. the bath mat is shaped like a cherry. you almost go light-headed.

it’s all so perfect, and it sets you on edge because you know there’s trouble brewing. you know you’re going to move into this big beautiful apartment and settle right in, that you’re going to wake up every morning relieved and grateful and comfortable. that you’re going to be well-fed and so, so much happier than what you came from.

it’s all so perfect — except for eddie. eddie, who is whip-smart and a pleasure to be around, who is accommodating and a great listener, who is so sweet and sensitive when you tell him the real reason you left your old place, who is all oh, man, i’m so sorry, what a fucking prick, can’t believe he did that to you — didn’t deserve you at all, so glad you chose yourself, if you need any space just let me know, if you need anything at all, just let me know, ok?

eddie, who is so perfect that he almost has you fooled. almost — because he’s good at playing sweet and sensitive, and he’s good at playing with the expectations that people may have about what he’s going to act like based on what he looks like. he’s good at subverting — but you’re good at reading between the lines, and noticing things about people that they don’t think anyone else can see — call it a trauma response, or some kind of innate intuition, or both. it’s how you knew that your ex had been cheating on you months before you got your shit together and decided to do something about it — it’s how you could see through every single lie, even when he was lying for so long that he started to believe it himself. it’s your little superpower.

and eddie is not immune to that, no matter how good he is at wearing the skin that he shows to other people — you see the shift, the split second where he can’t hide that look in his eyes, that tick in his jaw. it’s just a split second, but you catch it, feeling his eyes on you when you look through all the pictures pinned to the fridge (eddie playing with his band, bathed in pink neon lights, eddie in his work-whites, eddie making silly faces with bowls of spaghetti smothered in grated cheese, eddie dressed down in just his sweatpants and sleep mussed hair, flipping a lazy bird at the camera, ink all down his chest and across both arms, inked all the way down to his hips in his low-slung sweats…). his gaze makes the back of your neck warm up, and you feel, syrupy slow, the way his eyes travel all the way down your body and back up, as heavy as a physical touch brushing across your skin. you let him look for a second, and when you turn your head to look back at him, and his eyes snap up to yours, he can’t tuck that glint in his eyes back fast enough.

you see it, then — the way he looks at you, like he wants to pick the meat from your bones, like he wants to crawl inside you and feel every inch of you within, like he wants to bleed you, suck you dry, make you scream. it is the look of a starving man, of a wolf licking its teeth, of a creature that just spotted something supremely tasty right as it’s ears prick up because it senses danger. it is a look that makes you want to run, just to see how long it will take for him to find you, to know what he’ll do when he does.

and right before he tucks that look back into its hiding place, he catches you catch him, and that split second is what haunts you for days, the moment you realize that you are well and truly fucked — he holds your eyes, tilts his head and does not look even a little bit ashamed to be caught, because whatever he sees on your face, in your eyes, whatever you reveal to him — it makes his pupils dilate, makes his tongue run across his (sharp, sharp, sharp) teeth inside of his mouth, makes him go hm.

and then, just like that, it’s gone. he lights up again, tucks the wolf to bed, leans against the doorway (doesn’t come closer, like he’s trying not to spook you, like you’re a wild rabbit on alert, rabbit heart beating hard in your chest), and tells you the story behind every picture, funny and bright and inviting. like nothing ever happened.

and you know there’s trouble brewing.

[scuderlia]

haircut!anon again: ok. wow. had to slam my phone down in my uni computer lab and wait until i could string together a coherent thought again. first off like au itself on back burner your MIND and the way you construct this narrative is INCREDIBLE and so raw adn true and pulling on the queer (as in deviant and as in gay) hair experince sooo deeply i feel soooooo deeply you are a magician. further. i was PICTURING max in braids and god fuck the tenderness of charles and max setting their mise en place and sitting together and braiding her hair before their prey comes in…. god. jesus. i can't stop re-reading the snippets. FUCK! sorry this isn't coherent thoughts after all. max and control and cutting charles' hair. fuck me uppp….

anon! i spent so long smiling like an idiot because of this ask, at this point you're basically my betrothed <3

but yeah, you get it. at the core of max and charles' relationship is truly their hounded devotion and acceptance of one another. the queer experience really is defined by those you hold close, and it's been interesting (for me) to try and thread that idea through this greater story about desire and hunger in a way that feels genuine. i've pulled on a lot of my personal experiences of being a young lesbian and being guarded about sexuality, but ultimately it all comes back to (like you mentioned) the idea of relinquishing some control and feeling comfortable enough with someone to let go of the safety of doing things alone.

i also love love love giving characters their own little rituals, and seeing as how max and charles both have a lot of emotional connections to their hair/haircuts/etc. the braids were an easy decision.

(more about max and her relationship to hair below the cut)

there's this really interesting article by Amelia Abraham titled 'What butch queer identity has to do with hair' that got put out by Dazed in 2022. it primarily covers a photography exhibition called Close Shave—which centers itself around butch haircuts and identity—but also goes into the cultural relevance of 'masc' hairstyles and their role in queer (mainly lesbian) expression.

i remembered and re-read it when i was in the early stages of fleshing-out max's character. i recommend the article to everyone, but especially people who are maybe looking to better understand the history of butch optics, and kind of where i'm coming from with some of max's characterization.

(see one of my favorite quotes from the article below)

While having short hair and identifying as butch don’t necessarily come as a pair, for butch people, haircuts can be transformational – getting your hair cut off brings you closer to your gender identity.

like I mentioned in the the answer to your previous ask, max's haircut kind of serves as a physical manifestation of her relationship with her father, and more specifically, how that relationship influences her feelings of shame (and eventually acceptance) towards her own sexuality.

part of the reason that max is so struck by charles saying she'd let her cut her hair is in large part because, for max, hair is incredibly representative of an individual's ability to control how others perceive and relate to them. by breaking the ritual with her mother, charles is essentially showing max that she not only finds comfort with her, but also trusts her enough to have her identity placed in her hands.

i could honestly talk about this forever... since body politics and queerness are things i'm just genuinely very passionate about... but i will save the innocent bystanders of this blog from having to read through all of that in one sitting.

(anyways, i'm so happy that people are as invested in this as i am... keep sending me long asks like this... if you couldn't already tell i'll take any opportunity to talk more about this au)

[slut4corbin]

Motorcycles And Date Nights (Chapter 2)

Note : *Ok, so I really liked chapter 1, so I decided to keep this fanfiction going!*

Summary : The reader and Baron Corbin both have a crush on each other but what happens when Baron asks the reader if she wants to go on a date with him

Warning (s) : Fluff and slight profanity

Your name (Y/N)

Word count : 964

Tag list : @adriennegabriella @dulcesitapr @sassymox @ava-valerie @wwelovergirl @romanthereigns @mysticvampyre @nerdypanda20

*From previous chapter*

As I walked down the hall, I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and checked the time. "Shit, it's 7:30!" I said to myself before putting my phone back into my pocket and picking up my pace as I searched for Paige and Carmella. After a while of searching up and down the entire backstage area. I walked past their locker, and there they were. "Guys, I need to tell you something," I said, smiling. "What is it?" Paige asked, doing her makeup. "Baron asked me out on a date." I replied, blushing like crazy which obviously caused Paige to turn around and look at me.

"Oh my god, that's amazing. Y/N, " she replied, getting up from her chair and hugging me tightly, which caused me to laugh a little bit."I know, right?" I replied through the laughing. After a few minutes, she finally pulled away from the hug. "Oooh, Y/N has a date." Carmella said, chuckling, causing Paige to punch her in the arm. "Owwww," Carmella replied back, causing me to laugh. Soon enough, I walked past them and grabbed my ring gear, and headed towards the bathroom. Once I got into the bathroom, I took my shirt and pants off and slipped on my ring gear and walked in front of the mirror, and put my hair up into two braids. I quickly took a picture of myself and posted it on Instagram before picking up my clothes and walking out the door. "Hey, Y/N, we're coming with you to the gorilla so we can watch your match." Carmella said, looking up from her phone. "Yeah, we're going to watch you beat Charlotte's ass!" Paige chimed laughing. "She deserves it." I replied, setting down my clothes, picking up the wrist tape, and wrapping it around my wrist.

"We know she does!" Carmella and Paige said at the same time, causing us all to chuckle. After I got done with my wrist tape, I sat the roll of tape down and took off towards the gorilla with Carmella and Paige following behind me. After a few minutes of walking, Carmella broke the silence when she said, "I'm going to head to catering. I will be in the gorilla in a bit, I promise." "Ok" I replied as she walked past us towards catering. After a few seconds of standing in front of the door to the gorilla, I finally decided to go inside. Once we got inside, I immediately started to look around the room. Paige seemed to have noticed because she elbowed me in the arm. "You looking for Corbin, aren't you?" She asked, slightly chuckling. "Yeah." I replied, smiling as I still scanned the room for Baron. "Maybe he's not in here right now." Paige said before walking off towards the divas that she was going to be teamed up with for the show. Once she was gone, I pulled my phone out of my back pocket once again and started to scroll through Twitter.

After a few minutes, I started to zone out until the group of mean divas came up to me. "Ha, you seriously think that Baron loves you? That's so pathetic." The burnette said laughing, causing the other ones to laugh again just like they did earlier. "It really is man Y/N. How stupid are you? Corbin doesn't love girls who look like you." The blonde one said chuckling again, causing a tear to run down my face. One of the other divas opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by Baron, who walked up right behind me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Fuck off and leave Y/N alone she's perfect just the way she is and just so you bitches know me and Y/N are going on a date tonight." Baron said resting his head on my shoulder causing the girls to walk off. "Thanks!" I said smiling.

"You're welcome!" He replied, lifting his head up and turning me around to look at him. "Don't worry about them!" He said, placing a kiss to my forehead before walking over to Shane. I smile before looking at the TV at the intro for the show. As the matches went on and on, it was finally my turn. I heard my theme song, so I got up from my chair and walked out of the gorilla and into the arena. As I walked down the ramp, I high fived the fans until I got to the ring. I jumped up on the apron and stepped through the ropes. Once I got into the ring, Charlotte's theme song came on. I immediately glared at her as she walked down the ramp and slid into the ring.

I couldn't control my anger, so I attacked her, and I wasn't going to let up on her anytime soon. After a few minutes of fighting, the officials finally got me off of her, and the bell officially rang, so after that, I continued to punch her, and then I hit her with the end of days for the 3 count. I got up and hopped out of the ring and walked up the ramp to the gorilla. As soon as I opened the curtain, I was greeted by Baron. "Congratulations, Y/N!" He said, pulling me into a hug. "Thank you." I replied through the laughing. He ended up pulling away from the hug and looking me in the eyes. "Go get changed and meet me in my locker room." He said. And with that, I took off towards my locker room.

[madaboutmunson]

Intro Part to a little something I started writing this evening

The Drive-In - Part 1

Part 2 | Links to all Parts | AO3 Link

Steve sighs, hands running over the steering wheel in front of him. He glances at the empty seat next to him and checks his watch.

27 minutes.

That's how long Felicity had been gone, leaving Steve in an awkward situation. Every bone in his body wanted to get out of the car, find her and make sure she was ok, but he also felt she had bailed on him. His scouring the drive-in and calling out for her might double how much of a loser he felt already.

He taps the steering wheel a few times and groans. He wouldn't be able to rest, not knowing if she was ok, so he swallows his pride and gets out, and takes a look around.

After one hand on the hip 360 turn, Steve drowns in envy. Every fucking car around him is a God damn soft porn extravaganza, and that's precisely what Steve should be doing. Right now, in fact.

This was her idea! Go to the drive-in, play up to her little exhibitionist ways. Which, you know, weren't particularly Steve's bag, but he had made it to date four, and if this is what it would take to find love, he was going to do it.

Falling in love shouldn't be this fucking hard. It should just happen, as it did with Nance, but this time it wouldn't be bullshit, and he wouldn't get his heart ground up into chum.

Steve sighs as the memories flood his head, and he starts heading toward the food stalls. He wanted to, but he couldn't blame Nancy. He fell so hard for her, but as it turns out, he'd fallen in love with an idea of her, what she could be in Steve's future, but that didn't match up with Nancy's, and deep down, he knew that. He just struggled to accept it. They could have been perfect together, but a family wasn't her priority, and objectively, as her friend, neither should it be; she was so bright, and the world was her oyster. Steves's idea of a loving family home felt like freedom to him, but for Nance, it was a prison.

And no one has got under his skin like Nancy.

It's not like he wasn't trying. Every girl he doted on, learned their likes and dislikes, gave them gifts, laughed at all their jokes, was a gentleman, and never showed up to meet them without looking like a picture of perfection.

It was just never enough.

Steve rounds the corner and spots the voluminous wavy hair in a huddle giggling with some other girls. At least he knew she was safe now. He turns to walk away, but her friend spots him, widening her eyes at Felicity, indicating the awkwardness bomb about to go off. Felicity turns and gives an awkward smile of apology because she was rumbled.

Steve opens his mouth to ask if she's ok but is cut off before he begins.

"You know, Steve, I think I'm gonna head home with my friends. One of them just got dumped."

Yeah, me, he thinks to himself.

She's a terrible actress but not as bad as her friend, who, on command, begins fake sobbing in her own hands.

Be a gentleman. He reminds himself.

"Do you ladies need a ride home?" he says, utilizing his big bright white smile.

Felicity shakes her head in a no and looks sheepishly at the ground. He gives her a tight closed-mouth smile and nods before heading to the nearest stall to buy some popcorn and a soda.

On the walk back to the car, through hickey-ville, he wonders. What had he done wrong this time? They were in public, and he'd made sure to get the cliff notes on this movie from Robin. It had a long runtime of over two hours and frankly sounded so bizarre. He was sure it would be make-out city, which is what she had wanted.

Oh God...had he kissed her wrong? Surely not; she would have said something, right? Did his breath smell? No. Not possible. He gets into the driver's seat, puts the snacks in his lap, and checks anyway. Still minty fresh.

At a complete loss, Steve settles back in his seat to watch this Space Odyssey or whatever it is called.

Before he is even an eighth of the way down into his extra-large popcorn, the passenger door opens.

She's come back!! She gets in awkwardly, her back to him. Steve promptly stops eating and hurriedly throws chewing gum in his mouth.

"Hey," he says gently, "Everything ok?" he reaches over in the dark and puts a hand on her shoulder.

He feels her stiffen under his touch, so he takes his hand away, "Are you gonna not look at me for the rest of the night, Flick?" He gets no response, but her shoulders move in a silent laugh.

Yes! She's laughing. He's golden, back in the game Harrington. Careful to keep his hands to himself, he leans over and asks lowly in her ear, "You like that nickname? Mind if I call you that?"

"As long as I get to stay in the safety of this car, you can call me whatever you like, big boy," a flirtatious voice that does not fucking belong to Felicity speaks into the darkness.

The head turns quickly, dark waves of hair and the aroma of tobacco spin around with it, and Steve is greeted with an enormous toothy grin, "Harrington."

Steve rapidly recoils in his seat until his back is pressed up against his door, "Munson?!"

[finniestoncrane]

(sheepishly slowly slides reqs across table to the other 176)

so uh. saw your reblog of wanting to eat arkham!riddler's practically nonexistent ass. that's my req. my req is him gettimg his ass eaten in the most sub way possible

Rim

Arkham!Riddler x GN!Reader, word count: 300 omg yes thank you for indulging me and letting me get real nasty while i wrote this at work bless you this was a good meal (i also picked the picture where he looked the grimiest because i am filth incarnate) 💚🔧 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: rimming by god, whiny little sub!eddie

“Ah… ah… oook…”

Edward’s body twitched, convulsing almost, each time your tongue pressed into his hole, the tip rigid and stiff as it swirled around the puckered skin. Laying it flat, you dragged it upwards, past his balls and along the underside of his cock. But neither of those areas had ever elicited the kind of response you had when you buried your face between his cheeks.

“You ok, Eddie?”

“Mhm… yeah… don’t st-stop…ok?”

With a cruel laugh, you dove back down to work, your fingers on either side of his hole in a ‘v’, keeping his cheeks apart just enough to be able to press yourself against him, into him. And with your other hand, you gripped his cock close to the base, sliding your loose fist up over the skin, palm rubbing the head, collecting the spills of precum that formed, coating his length with is as you brought your fist back down again.

“Hng… oooooh…”

You’d never heard him make noises like this before. Soft, high-pitched than usual. Whining, whimpering, completely and utterly subservient under you as you held him in place with the lure of pleasure alone. You could see it becoming addictive.

And as he brought his hand down, holding you in place, gripping your hair as he begged for more, begged you to fuck him with your tongue, pleading for you to taste him, you were sure he was enjoying himself more than he expected to.

“F… f… please!... Please... ooooh my god…”

He strangled out the last word, choking on it as his breath caught in his throat, orgasm taking precedent over every other bodily function, thick ropes of his cum landing on his abdomen as he bucked his hips up, rubbing his asshole along your tongue as he rode the final waves of satisfaction.