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Duckie Dale x fem!reader
title: stripes
warnings: light language, body insecurities
a/n: I wanted to write this cause we deserve a little duckie in our lives, the title is cheesy and you’ll find out why as you read. ignore typos.
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It was past six at night when me and Duckie where studying in my room and we got caught up in a different subject when he asked about prom. I wasn’t very interested in prom seeing no one has asked me and I don’t have a very good dress.
“It’s not a crime if you don’t wanna go,” Duckie said.
I rolled my eyes, “yeah, I don’t want to.”
He flipped over making my bed bounce and have a dip. “Why not?”
“I thought you said it wasn’t a crime!” I poked him in the shoulder.
“Ow!” He said dramatically, “it’s not, I just wanna know why.”
“I don’t have a dress and to hell, no one will ask me.”
“I could go with you.”
I smiled at him, his sweet expression, “I don’t have a dress though!”
“Nuh uh!” He said hopping off my bed. He got to me open closet which was a slight mess. He began to grab every dress in there. “Here!”
He flopped each one on my bed, I didn’t want to wear any of them, even if they are nice I just don’t wanna. “No, I can’t wear any of these,” I said grabbing the lace of one of the dresses.
“What? They’re cute! Look, I’d wear this one!” He pulled out a blue dress placing it over him, “huh?! Look good?”
I laughed. “They are nice, but they’re short.”
“They look like they go over the knees, what’s the big deal?” He put the blue dress down and sat closer to me.
“That’s the thing, they don’t cover my legs!” I leaned my head on my frame.
He tilted his head, “what’s the matter, you look sad.” He put a lock of hair behind my ear.
I sighed. “It’s- i don’t know Duckie!”
“You can tell me, i won’t tell.”
I looked to his eyes, I gave a small smile and got up off my bed. I turned around and showed him the back of my legs. He was confused, “what?”
“Duckie, look!” I pointed to the vibrant lines below the back of my knee.
“Oh, stretch marks?!” He got up off the bed, “you’re worried about stretch marks?”
I felt off balance to his tone but hung on. “I don’t know!” I said.
“Hey, it’s ok to feel a bit insecure about that but it’s not gonna go away!”
“Thanks,” I said sarcastically.
“That’s- i meant to say that you look good with them!” He sat with me back on my bed.
He then saw the side of my leg and ran his finger over a mark, he smiled. “Really!” I put my head down. “Don’t let that ruin your fun!”
“I know it’s just something that won’t leave me alone, you know?”
“Look, I’ve seen girls with no stretch marks at all and I can say that everyone’s unique, stripes or no stripes!”
I smiled, he got up just as I did and lifted the back of his pants to show the back of his calf, he revealed his own, I smiled. “I have them too!”
He saw my face become desperate, “ok, how about we go together? I’ll cut the bottom half of my pants?!”
I laughed. “Don’t ruin your clothes for me!”
“They’re not mine, they’re my dads. He’s dead he wont mind!” My jaw dropped. “What? It’s a sense of humor, you should get one they’re nice.”
#duckie dale x reader#pretty in pink x reader#x fem!reader#x reader#fanfiction#fluff#x insecure reader#fanfic
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my collar.
pairing: theodore nott x reader.
song inspiration: she's my collar by gorillaz (feat. kali uchis)
author's note: sometimes theo just needs to be put in his place and i'm more than happy to deliver that 😏
It was heinous.
It was criminal.
It was downright torturous.
Your boyfriend leaned over, his lips grazing your earlobe as he lowered his voice to a husky, seductive tone. “Are you okay, principessa? You seem a little distracted.”
Crimson colored your cheeks as you straightened against the wingback chair, clearing your throat while you looked around the table, which was currently occupied by your closest friends. All of which were none the wiser to the effect Theo had on you tonight.
“I’m fine,” you squeaked out.
“Really?” Theo drawled, sliding his hand down your thigh and squeezing firmly. “Because you haven’t stopped shaking your leg since dinner started. A shame. Malfoy flew in a private chef from France. He really wants to impress his girl. I know what that’s like.”
You inhaled sharply as his hand trailed higher, his rough and calloused fingers slipping underneath the slit of your dress. “Teddy, please…”
“Begging already, dolcezza? I thought we agreed to save that for the bedroom.”
The teasing and taunting, the push and pull, the cat and mouse routine between you and Theo had been constant all night. Punishment for turning down his proposal for a quickie before dinner. It was hard enough to say no to Theo on a normal day, but declining your boyfriend’s proposition of hot, frantic sex while he looked absolutely sinful in a custom three piece suit was nearly impossible. Not to mention painful.
Still, if you’d taken him up on the offer, you most likely would’ve never made it to dinner. You couldn’t do that to Draco. He needed emotional support. Tonight was his first time ingratiating Hermione into your friend group and you promised that you’d do everything in your power to make her feel welcome.
With a sigh, you pried Theo’s fingers off of your thigh. “Behave, Theodore.” Your boyfriend pouted like a petulant child. “Draco needs us.”
You nodded towards the blonde who looked equally panicked and appalled while Blaise recounted embarrassing stories to Hermione. The golden girl seemed amused by the antics, but Malfoy was anything but.
“Save him before he ruptures a blood vessel,” you murmured to your boyfriend. For good measure, you batted your lashes up at him and gave him a look that he couldn’t refuse. “Please, baby.”
Theo sighed, mumbling in Italian under his breath. “Gentlemen. Care for a cigar?”
Thankfully, Zabini’s plan to embarrass the hell out of Draco was momentarily forgotten. Crisis averted. Draco shot you a grateful look, knowing that you were most likely behind the save. Salazar knows that Theo would’ve delighted in the effort of sullying his oldest friend’s reputation if he hadn’t been distracted.
The boys rose from their chairs, excusing themselves from the room. Theo lingered beside you, dipping his head to place a kiss right underneath your jaw. He sucked lightly on the sweet spot and smirked as you melted against him. The bastard was playing dirty.
“You owe me for that, cara mia.”
Desire bloomed in your core, flooding heat through your body as you peered at your boyfriend. You couldn’t help but admire him in his suit. The midnight blue fabric draped over his tall and lean figure like your own personal gift and the deep stormy color brought out his eyes. You flushed as he turned, training his intense gaze on you like he was savoring the sight. With a cheeky grin, Theo shot you a wink before slipping out the door.
Beside you, Pansy tutted in disapproval. “Get a hold of yourself, Y/N.”
You flushed as Hermione bit back a grin. The curly haired witch patted your hand. “You have my sympathy. When I first saw Draco in a suit, I nearly spilled wine all over myself.”
“See, Pans. I’m not the only one,” you murmured in self-defense. “I can’t help it.”
Pansy shook her head, her glossy bob grazing her chin. “You can and you will. Don’t let Nott turn you into a simpering mess. The Y/N I know would bring a man to his knees.”
Hermione nodded in agreement. “I think Pansy’s right. You should show Theo who’s really in control.”
You smirked as an idea started forming in your head. “You’re more devious than you look, aren’t you, Granger?” Hermione flashed you an innocent smile, which made you laugh. Draco had his work cut out for him. You liked her all the more for it. “You two have a point. Maybe I’ll give my boyfriend a taste of his own medicine tonight.”
Once your mind was made up, the three of you moved on to more important topics. You were fascinated to hear about Hermione’s work on curing lycanthropy while she was equally curious about the proposed laws that you were in the process of bringing before the Wizengamot. The bill was a passion project of yours because it would give rights and protections to muggle born wizards and witches that had never been afforded to them before. You were ready to fight tooth and nail to see it come to fruition.
Needless to say, you were a little too passionate about it. The last time Rita Skeeter interviewed you under the guise of bringing light to the cause, you nearly strangled the sneaky little witch for taking more interest in your romantic relationship than the work you were trying to achieve. You were glad that Pansy worked her high society charm and publicity experience to diffuse the situation.
In the end, she bribed and threatened the proper people to have the story killed. It was a blessing in disguise since you ended up giving exclusive rights to the Quibbler, which was now spearheaded by your old classmate Luna. She truly did the story justice. As a bonus, her tenacity seemed to have caught the attention of the pickiest witch you knew. No matter how many times Pansy denied it, you knew your friend was smitten.
“Babe, you should take your own advice and just ask Luna out already.”
Your friend nearly choked on her wine. Hermione watched the interaction with an amused expression. Her lips curled into a mischievous smile as she turned over to Pansy. “I happen to know that you’re just her type.”
Never in your life had you seen Pansy Parkinson blush that furiously. She caught herself, holding her head high in that aristocratic way of hers. “Of course I’m her type,” your friend declared in a haughty tone. “I’m everyone’s type.”
You and Hermione looked at each other before bursting into a fit of giggles. Pansy cracked a smile and laughed along. The three of you were in full hysterics by the time the boys came back.
Theo slipped back into his seat, squeezing your shoulder gently. “What’s so funny, dolcezza?”
“Girl talk,” Hermione answered on your behalf. “It’s not for you boys to hear.”
You nodded in between giggles. “What Granger said.”
Draco groaned. “Bloody hell, they’re unionizing.”
Your boyfriend raised a brow. He placed his hand back on your thigh, resuming the torturous contact from earlier in the night. “Keeping secrets from me now, Y/N?”
You plastered a saccharine sweet smile on your face. Theo observed curiously as you peeled his fingers from your leg before firmly holding his hand. “I thought you liked a little mystery, baby.”
Theo swallowed thickly as you leaned in to whisper in his ear. He held his breath while you pressed your palm against his chest, twirling his tie between red painted fingernails. You lowered your voice into a dark, seductive tone. “Have I told you how good you look tonight? I could just eat you up.”
Lust blown eyes stared back at you, those familiar piercing blue irises completely swallowed by darkness. Theo shifted in his seat as his gaze dropped down to your mouth. You flashed him an innocent smile before releasing his tie and returning to the conversation happening around you. You could feel that burning gaze on you as you laughed and talked with Pansy and Mattheo.
For the rest of the dinner, you kept up the nonchalant act. You mustered every ounce of self-control within you and rebuffed all of Theo’s advances. Every time he leaned in for a kiss, you gave him your cheek instead. When the group moved to the sitting room, you walked by his side instead of leading the way because you knew Theo would take advantage and smack your ass when no one was looking. To his surprise, you slapped his backside with a sly little smirk, causing him to glance over at you in shock.
By the time you were seated on the expensive velvet couch, Theo was practically jittering. His knee bounced beside you as Hermione continued telling you about the Paris trip Draco had planned. Without looking at him, you placed a hand on your boyfriend’s leg and stopped his anxious bouncing. He sighed beside you, no doubt pouting like a petulant child. Yet you didn’t give him the satisfaction of acknowledgement, which only made him more desperate.
“Let’s get out of here,” Theo whispered into your ear. “You can devour me all you’d like, cara mia.”
You shook your head. “We haven’t even gotten to dessert yet, my love.”
When Draco brought out a spread of chocolate covered strawberries, the opportunity to tease Theo even more quite literally presented itself on a silver platter. You pinched the ripe fruit between your fingers before wrapping your lips around it. Theo watched with rapt attention as you took a slow, deliberate bite, making a whole show of sucking and licking off the chocolate. He gripped the armchair so hard that his knuckles turned white from the strained effort.
You bit back a smirk as he crossed his legs and tried not to groan. It was obvious that you had the upper hand now. Theo was barely paying attention to whatever anecdote Enzo and Mattheo were rambling to him about. Those electric eyes were trained on you as you picked up another strawberry.
“Want a bite, Teddy?” you asked lovingly. “They’re sweet.”
Theo sucked in a breath before nodding slowly. He didn’t trust his voice at the moment. You offered the fruit to him, cradling his cheek gently as he wrapped his lips around the strawberry in a suggestive manner. Theo kept eye contact as he sucked the white chocolate off. You stared back, smiling sweetly as he devoured the fruit in one bite. He seemed frustrated at your unaffected expression, but you were determined not to break. You were going to come out on top tonight. In more ways than one.
Usually, the two of you would be the first to leave. You rarely made it through an entire night without Theo dragging you into the floo so you could tear each other apart back at your shared flat. Tonight was different though. You lasted all the way through midnight, forcing yourself to laugh and chat with your friends as you ignored your boyfriend’s fuck me eyes from across the room.
For that, you made sure you were the last to leave. Theo was convinced he was slowly dying. As soon as the two of you stepped through the floor, your boyfriend scrambled towards your direction, itching to get his hands all over you.
You stepped out of his reach and shook your head. “I didn’t say you could touch me.”
Theo looked utterly confused. “I’ve never needed permission before.”
You chuckled darkly. “You really think I’d reward you for acting like a brat all night? You’re going to learn that it’s a bad idea to tease me like that in front of all of our friends.” Theo gaped at your words. “Now, sit. You can use this time to think about what you’ve done.”
“Dolcezza, please —“
”Did I fucking stutter, Theo?” You jutted your chin to the bed. “Sit. I won’t tell you again.”
Judging by the look on his face, Theo was stunned at the sudden change, but you knew your boyfriend well enough to notice that he was entirely turned on by it too. He settled on the edge of the bed, watching in anticipation as you made your way over to the vanity table. As slowly as possible, you took off every piece of jewelry one by one. The diamonds glittered brightly as you removed them from your neck, ears, and fingers.
A tense silence settled in the room while you pulled the pins out of your updo, sending your hair cascading over your shoulders. Theo squirmed in place, groaning at the sight. You knew that seeing your hair down was his weakness.
“Baby,” he pleaded in the darkness. “Can I touch you?”
You cut him a disinterested glance over your shoulder. “You can help me take my dress off.”
Theo sighed in relief as you sauntered over to him. His slender fingers struggled with the zipper, eager to tear the fabric off of your body. You met his gaze through the mirror, giving him a stern look.
“Slow, Theo. You need to be patient.”
Your boyfriend swallowed thickly, struggling to reign himself in. He concentrated on undressing you slowly, his hands shaking slightly as he pulled the zipper down. He cursed under his breath when your dress pooled around your feet, leaving you in nothing but a little lacy green set — his favorite.
The struggle was evident in his expression. His gaze raked over your body, settling on the spiky heels that you purposely kept on. The red soled stilettos clicked against the wooden floors as you closed the gap. You smirked as you settled between his legs and tugged on his tie.
“Your turn,” you rasped while Theo gazed at you with pure hunger. “Let me undress you now.”
“Okay,” Theo murmured, dazed and confused as you unbuttoned his shirt.
He hissed when you raked your nails over his chest and made quick work of his tie. Theo started unbuttoning his shirt, but reeled back when you swatted his hands away. Your boyfriend gazed up at you expectantly, letting his hands fall neatly to his sides while you took over. Without much effort, you expertly unbuckled his belt and kneeled before him to help him slip out of his pants. Once he was stripped down to his boxers, your eyes flickered back to his face.
“Get on the bed,” you commanded.
Theo was mesmerized, inching backwards towards the headboard on his elbows, but keeping his attention on you as you crawled on the mattress with your heels still on. Your boyfriend was completely under your spell as you brought your face close to his, your hair tickling his chest while he eagerly drank you in.
“What do you want?”
“I want to kiss you,” he answered without hesitation.
”Then learn to ask for it.”
Theo nodded, biting his lip. “Can I kiss you?”
You raised a brow, utterly unimpressed. “Try again, Theo.”
He chewed on his bottom lip, canines sinking down. “Can I kiss you, please?”
You smirked, pleased with the magic word. “Good boy.”
Something dark flashed in Theo’s expression. Your words seemed to awaken a new level of lust and desire within him. The praise gave him a rush that he had never felt before. Theo surged forward, his mouth slanting over yours eagerly. He tasted like wine and strawberries, heady and sinful while he kissed you deeply. His tongue slipped past the seam of your lips, demanding entrance. You granted his request, licking the roof of his mouth as you battled for control.
Theo welcomed the challenge, groaning into your mouth as he pulled you into his lap. You straddled him and tugged at his hair as you flicked your tongue over his bottom lip, licking and sucking until he groaned with need. Theo took liberties without your permission, his greed getting the best of him as he grinded his hard length against your ass.
You weren’t going to reward his impertinent behavior. You promised to teach him a lesson tonight. Theo gasped as you bit down on his bottom lip before raising his arms above him. He blinked in confusion as you bound him to the headboard with his own tie. It all happened so fast that by the time he noticed, it was already too late.
Theo tugged at the restraints, squirming underneath you. “Please, cara mia. I want to touch you.”
You sighed in disappointment. “Then you should've asked.”
His biceps flexed as he struggled, the veins on his forearms stark and prominent against his olive skin. Panic filled his eyes when he realized that there was no getting out of his binds. “I’m sorry. I got greedy. Please untie me, principessa. I’ll be good, I promise. I’ll make it up to you.”
Theo sounded desperate. You traced his swollen lips with your fingers and tugged at his messy brown waves. His eyes were wild as you straddled him. “Oh, you will,” you drawled, flashing him a devious smirk. “After I’m done with you, you’ll learn not to disobey me, my love.”
Your boyfriend panted heavily as you kissed down his chest, sucking and nipping at his flesh in a punishing manner. He was barely breathing as you trailed further south, licking a stripe down his torso. Theo whimpered as you pressed sloppy, openmouthed kisses along his abdominal muscles, leaving hickies in the shape of your initials on his skin. You continued taunting him with your mouth, flicking your tongue along his sinfully delicious happy trail like you had all the time in the world. When you grazed your teeth against his v-lines, Theo tugged at his arms so hard that the headboard rattled.
He was practically in tears as you palmed his cock through the fabric of his underwear. Theo held his breath as you toyed with the band of his boxers, hooking your fingers over the fabric before sliding it off his long legs. His eyes rolled back while you pumped him, applying just the right amount of pressure to have him writhing against your touch.
A desperate little whine slipped past his lips as you licked at the head of his cock, swirling your tongue over his tip and slurping up his precum. His moans filled the room when you took him down your throat, holding his hips down so he can’t fuck up into your mouth like he wants. Theo cursed in Italian as you pumped him with both hands, all the while sucking down and hollowing your cheeks to suction him in.
“Fuck, bella. I’m so close,” he whispered in a hoarse voice. “I’m going to cum.”
You withdrew your hands and your mouth at that moment, making him whine and groan from the sudden absence. Theo’s eyes flew wide open, tears filling his vision as you shook your head in disapproval.
“I thought I told you to ask,” you chided. “If you want to cum, use your words.”
“Please, please, baby, I’ll do whatever you want —“
”I know,” you said before settling over him and sliding off your panties. “And what I want is for you to get me off. Think you can help me with that, Theo?”
“Yes, yes. Just untie me and I will. I’ll make you feel good, dolcezza. I promise.”
“Oh, but you can do that right here, right now. With your hands tied.” Theo groaned as you grinded against him, spreading his precum and your slick over him. He moaned when his cock rubbed against your swollen clit with the perfect amount of friction. Theo was bewildered, his breaths coming out in ragged spurts.
“Be a good boy and let me use you as my fuck toy. You can do that, can’t you, Teddy?”
There wasn’t a single coherent thought in his mind. Theo felt the words escape him as you grinded against him. He felt dizzy. His cock was so hard that it hurt and he couldn’t even think straight. You hummed, brushing a finger over his balls before cupping them in your hand.
“Use your words, pretty boy.” Theo blinked back, unable to speak. You grabbed his jaw roughly, forcing him back into focus. “I asked you a question. I expect you to answer.”
Theo whimpered before nodding weakly. “Use me, dolcezza. I’m yours.”
You smirked in satisfaction. Theo groaned as you rubbed your pussy against his cock. When his shaft brushed against your clit, his eyes rolled back so hard that he was convinced he could see the vacantness of his empty mind. You rode him hard and fast, using his body to get you off. The depravity of it turned him on even more. The blood rushed out of his head at the dominance you exhibited. You were utterly selfish, taking what you wanted when you wanted it, and he was so fucking aroused at how cruel his girl could be.
You raked your nails over his chest as you balanced, teasing him with your wet folds without letting him feel you. Theo bit his lip so hard that the action drew blood. You licked away the crimson droplets and he sighed against your mouth as you gave him relief, sloppily kissing him while you moaned his name. He could tell you were getting close by the way you convulsed above him and he cursed as your pussy squelched against his cock.
Theo was in awe as you cried out, cumming while you screamed his name. You slowed the roll of your hips as you lost yourself over to the orgasm, denying him of his own again. Your juices trickled down your thighs and pooled against his stomach. At that point, his cock was so sensitive that it throbbed painfully. Theo was in shambles, his wrists raw and red from tugging so hard.
“Please, please, baby. Let me fuck you. I need it. I need you. I’ll die if I’m not inside you.”
You chuckled, brushing the salty tears pooling underneath his pretty eyes. “Pathetic. Are you begging for me, pretty boy? So desperate to fill me up, to feel my pussy hug around your cock while you pump your cum inside of me, hm?”
“It hurts so bad,” Theo whined. “Please, I’ll do anything. Anything you want. I’ll get on my knees and beg. Please, principessa.”
“Look at you crying for me,” you cooed, caressing his cheek. “Poor Teddy. You’ve been so good. Let me take care of you now.” You soothed him with praises as you untied his arms.
You kissed his wrists as Theo sighed in relief. “Do you want to touch me, baby?”
Theo nodded shyly, which made you smile. His large, rough hands carefully gripped your hips. He looked to you for approval, making sure to check with you for every little thing. You only nodded, dragging his hands up to rest on your breasts. He busied himself with your bra strap, breathing raggedly as he freed your tits from the fabric.
“Can I touch them, please?” Theo asked earnestly.
“Is that all you want?”
“No,” he answered honestly. “I want to kiss them. I want to suck them.” His gaze flickered to your amused expression. “Please, baby.”
“Go ahead. You earned it, pretty boy.”
Theo wasted no time, kneading your tits while kissing down your cleavage. He gasped in surprise when you sank down onto him, nearly sobbing in relief when he felt your pussy hug around his cock. His shaky little breaths seeped into your skin as you took inch after inch, making yourself comfortable on his lap as he sheathed himself inside of you. Theo whined when you lifted your hips until only his remained inside of you.
“Don’t whine, Theo. Be thankful that I’m fucking you instead of punishing you.”
He rested his head on the crook of your neck, attempting to ground himself. “Thank you, baby. I’m grateful. I don’t deserve it, but you’re so good to me.”
With a proud smile, you slammed down to take all of him again. Theo was rendered speechless and his mouth fell open as you bounced on his cock. Desperately, he scrambled to catch your perky breasts into his mouth. Your boyfriend sucked on your tits, swirling his tongue around your nipples. You moaned as he nipped at you, tensing when you yanked him by his hair.
Theo stared at you, waiting for direction. Knowing that you had this much control over him made you clench. In your relationship, Theo tended to take on the dominant role, but now that you knew that your boyfriend was more than open to being submissive, you were ready to explore this new dynamic.
“I like this side of you,” you murmured, kissing down his jaw and neck. His breath hitched as you slowly rolled your hips. “So obedient. So willing. So submissive.” A shiver shuddered through him as you wrapped your fingers around his neck. “Tell me who you belong to, Theo.”
“You, baby,” he rasped. “Only you.”
“Show me,” you commanded as you squeezed his throat. It was enough to make Theo feel dizzy, momentarily cutting off his oxygen. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
The desire to please you overwhelmed him. All thoughts of his own pleasure faded. It was secondary to the need to hear you praise him, to validate him, to call him your good boy. He hooked his arm around your waist, shifting his hips to fuck into you at a deeper angle. You moaned above him as your bodies melded together. Sweat, sin, and sex permeated the air while he worshiped at your altar.
Theo watched his cock disappear between your folds, his gaze flickering from your pussy to your face, eager to know if his actions pleased you. You brushed his hair back, gentle and loving, while you talked him through it.
“That’s it, Teddy. Fill me up.” Theo thrusted as you bounced, groaning as he hit the sweet spot that made your body sing. “Just like that. Fuck, it’s so good. You’re so good, baby.”
Your forehead dropped to his, rewarding him with sweet little kisses every time he hit the spongy spot that had you seeing stars. He relished in your compliments, felt himself craving it like a drug. When your pussy clenched around him to signal your release, Theo continued to fuck you through the orgasm. There was a reverent glimmer in his eyes like he was witnessing something holy when you came.
Theo could feel his own release nearing, but he knew better than to cum without asking. It was abundantly clear to him that you were in control tonight. “Can I cum? Please, principessa?”
“Of course you can,” you replied with a blissed out smile. “Good boys get to cum.”
He held his breath, feeling warmth spread throughout his body. “I’ve been a good boy?”
“Mhm,” you murmured, pulling him in for a soft kiss. “The best boy.” Even though you were sensitive and overstimulated, you made sure to reward his good behavior. Picking up the pace, sliding easily up and down his cock thanks to your wetness, you whispered the words that you knew would push Theo over the edge. “Now be a good boy and cum inside of me, baby.”
Theo cried out with a shout, shuddering underneath you as he shot hot ribbons deep inside your pussy. You could feel his cum filling you up, warm and wet as it trickled out. He panted against your neck as his cock twitched inside of you, releasing his load with each pump. As he emptied himself out, Theo slowed, his body collapsing from the intensity of the orgasm.
When he regained consciousness, he was flat on his back. Theo blinked away the white spots in his vision. It felt like his soul had left his body entirely. He had cum so hard he passed out. As he rejoined the physical realm, Theo opened his eyes to find you cleaning him up. You were so sweet and gentle, the complete opposite of the selfish lover you’d been just a few moments ago. It warmed his heart to know that you’d always take care of him no matter what.
Theo smiled as you kissed his forehead. A small whimper escaped his mouth as you pulled his boxers over his legs, his cock still sensitive from the intense sex. You whispered sweet nothings into his ear, soothing him as you brushed your fingers through his hair. Theo cuddled against your side and sighed happily.
“Holy fuck,” he whispered.
You giggled, pressing soft kisses all over his face. “Did you like that?” You asked, teasing your boyfriend. “It seems like you did.”
He hummed against your skin, brushing his lips against your neck. “Fuck, I think you just unlocked a new kink for me.” You chuckled at his words. “That was so fucking hot, baby.”
“You know, I was trying to teach you a lesson,” you mused. “I didn’t quite expect you to enjoy getting degraded this much.”
“Degrade me whenever you want, dolcezza.”
"Really?" you hummed, musing on his willingness. "How far would you let me go? If I broke out a leash and collar, would you have stopped me?"
You were half-joking, but the eager expression on your boyfriend's face told you that he was more than willing to make your suggestion into a reality.
"Don't threaten me with a good time, cara mia." Theo wrapped an arm around your waist, tugging you closer. "I'd crawl to you on my hands and knees if you asked. If you're the one asking, there's nothing I wouldn't do."
The power definitely gave you a head rush. As much as you relished in the hold you had over him, you tucked the knowledge away for later. There was plenty of opportunity to act out all your dirtiest, filthiest fantasies, but for now, you were more than content to snuggle with the love of your life.
You smirked, nipping at his jaw. “That’s my good boy.”
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Fiancé Nanami
content: fluff and smut, some degradation, oral (m), doggy style (our second fave position), creampie (I told you I want his babies)
a/n: this is reminiscent of how i was raised by a single parent, so that’s why the dad is not involved. thx to @teddybeartoji for giving me the idea based off this post.
surprisingly, your family had only met Fiancé Nanami a handful of times, despite you two practically being joined at the hip. it was those seldom interactions that planted the seeds of doubt in his mind that he wouldn't be able to appease to your mother.
Fiancé Nanami who, while fussing with his favorite tie in the mirror as you two prepared to drive across town to have dinner with your mother, couldn't help but to grow frustrated when his clothes wouldn't cooperate. this caused you step in and fix it for him, trying to calm him down as you do.
"you really don't need to worry, honey. my mom will love you, I just know it." that cliché line managed to soothe the worst of his nerves. he held your hips and watched you earnestly as you tightened his tie.
"thank you, darling. I just...I don't want to disappoint anyone tonight, especially not the woman who raised my beautiful wife-to-be." his deep, silky voice and sentiments made your heart skip.
Fiancé Nanami who, despite your encouragement, still felt worry linger in the back of his mind. he was rigid the entire drive to your mom's place.
Fiancé Nanami who could barely keep his eyes off you as you two made your way up the stairs to your mom's cozy townhome. the way your dress hugged your body, the sweet perfume you wore temporarily distracted him from how his stomach had knotted itself too many times for his liking. you could practically feel his anxiety beneath his warm skin, so you gave his hand a squeeze and offer him a bit more reassurance.
"I need you to look at me," you demanded softly. you two were right in front of the door, crickets beginning their evening symphonies filled the air. your fiancé could feel his heavy pulse in his ears, but brought his attention to you anyway, finding comfort in your steady, gentle gaze.
"everything is going to be fine. even if she doesn't like you, which I doubt because you're the greatest, most respectable person i've ever known, that won't get in the way of our plans. i'm still going to marry you, I'm still going to be Mrs. Nanami and have all your kids." his heart swelled at your words, and he leaned down to kiss you.
Fiancé Nanami who kindly and gently shook your mother's hand when she opened the door. he was a tall individual, so your mother's head moved up and down as she gave him a once over. he swore his tie began to strangle him under her careful stare. after introductions, you two were lead inside to the dining room, his hand still secured in yours.
Fiancé Nanami's articulate speech and gentlemanly mannerisms won your mother over quickly. they engaged in deep conversation about his career as a successful CEO and your mother's career, as well as the current status of your relationship. he took this as his opportunity to gush about how enamored he is with you. your mother would glance over at you from time to time as if to telepathically say: "I don't know where you found him, but i'm glad you did. he's definitely a keeper."
as the night wore on, however, Fiancé Nanami was finding it hard to focus when your hand casually rested on his thigh under the table. what started off as a mere touch of endearment became much more. rubbing your palm up toward his crotch, letting it simultaneously slide inwards, your fiancé had to fight to keep up his respectable demeanor.
Fiancé Nanami who was finding it harder to focus on the topic of discussion because your hand had so callously wandered over his bulge, your manicured fingers tracing the outline. he cut a glance over to you find you completely unfazed; in fact, you looked invested in what your mother was saying. meanwhile, he was doing everything he could to keep his breath steady and the pink tint out of his cheeks.
Fiancé Nanami who looked both ecstatic and bewildered at your mother's offer for the two of you to stay the night. with the way you were teasing him, all he was able to think about was getting you home and ravishing you until dawn. your mother broke through his thoughts: "it's late, and I wouldn't want you two to worry about the drive home. please, stay, I insist." who could turn down that kind, motherly tone? certainly not the two of you.
Fiancé Nanami who only marveled at your girly childhood room and its keepsakes for so long before you threw yourself on him. he returned your deep, fervent kisses, tasting your mom's cooking on your tongue.
"darling, slow down," he huffed against your lips as you fumbled with his belt and he with your dress zipper. "we can't make too much noise..."
you responded with a simper, one that had him straining against his dress pants. "then you better keep quiet."
Fiancé Nanami who was reminded how pretty you looked with your painted lips wrapped around his cock. you left mauve lipstick marks on his thighs, his pelvis, his dick. it was almost like art to him, the way you painted his skin like it was the most lewd canvas. he covered his mouth with his palm, his eyes fading in and out of focus as you slurped him salaciously.
"m-my love," his muffled words managed to reach your ears over the sounds your mouth made on him and your soft moans. "this is so wrong, doing this to me i-in your mother's home. nngh, God- ease up, I-i'll cum..."
Fiancé Nanami who quickly disregarded the risk of getting caught and possibly receiving a tongue-lashing great enough to make God cry, as you bent over your old bed, ass perked up for him. all he could think of now was how wet you must be at this point, how you've probably been thinking of this since y'all left home. hot puffs air condensed around his lips as he rubbed his tip against your slick folds.
"so wet. this what you wanted, love? to be fucked senseless in your old room, your mom just outside?" his husky, carnal voice only made you wetter. "am I really making a woman so slutty my wife?"
Fiancé Nanami who had to fight himself and you to keep you two covert. a big calloused hand was clamped harshly over your mouth that couldn't seem to contain its wanton vocalizations. his thrusts weren't as powerful as they usually are, the sound of slapping skin usually enough to let your neighbors know what you two got up to in the late hours of the night. his deep, slow strokes still had the same effect of making you want to remind those beyond your room walls who you belonged to.
"told me to me to keep it down..now look at you, fuckin cryin on my dick." you loved when he got vulgar, it made you clench around those inches of him inside you. "I know you want it deeper, honey, you want it harder, I know. we can't, c-cant make too much noise though." "but you'll still be a good girl for me right? you'll cum all over me like the good slut you are..." how could anyone resist that gravelly voice in their ear when he's balls deep in you?
Fiancé Nanami who lets go with a shudder and guttural groan, filling you to the brim with his cum, as your tight walls spasmed around his length. you cried behind his palm, eyes rolling back, toes curling. he littered kisses all over your neck and back, not daring to leave marks anywhere visible. with each heavy breath he released, he made it known how much he adored you.
"...love you..y'always so good to me, always make me feel like no one else has...I love you so much, my beautiful, beautiful wife..."
Fiancé Nanami who made sure you two took proper precautions before going to bed. he made you go pee while he bashfully sought out your mother, in his hastily put-on clothes, to see if she had clothes for you to sleep in. when he returned with one your mother's nightgowns, he'd heard the shower running.
"I got you some clothes from your mother, they're on the counter." he informed you before approaching the steamy translucent curtains. "can I join you?"
Fiancé Nanami who held you close after you both have washed up and have dressed as best as you can for sleep. he planted kisses over the crown of your hair, your temple, the corner of your lips. the feel of your fiancé's smooth lips on your skin helped you drift off faster. his low, silky voice was the last thing you registered before you were nestled comfortably in the embrace of sleep.
"sleep well, my love. thank you for tonight and all the wonderful nights to come."
#salaciousspa৻ꪆ#dividers by anitalenia#ohhh the pink is so pretty#this is all factual#this is exactly what went down when nanami met my mom#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu nanami#jujutsu kaisen smut#nanami kento#jjk nanami#nanami x reader#nanami x black!reader#nanami x black y/n
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LACY, OH LACY
from the series "pretty in pink"
🌷 pairing: sub!bunny!wanda x dom!owner!reader
🌷 rating: 18+
🌷 notes: this'll probably be my last fic in a while... enjoy it while it lasts :(
there is something to be said about your weakness for white lace. or more specifically, the sight of your bunny girlfriend in white lace.
wanda just looks like such a fashion of angelic porcelain, perfectly dolled up in the garments you chose for her. as pure as her innocent heart is, the downright sinful thoughts of the things you’d do to your angel is evidently not lost on her doe eyes.
cataclysmic seconds is what it takes before you’ve got your long fingers dipping into the gentle curve of her hips, feather-light enough to make her squeal, pin-hard enough to make her bruise.
the white lace just makes her tits look so perfect, and the way your hands play with her ample assets are telltale enough. her posterior looks fantastically edible in the lacy garment. what’s more is the dampness between her legs, decorated and wrapped in the fabric like a christmas present.
santa takes kindness on you, if that’s the case, because your dominant hand trespasses her panties in mere seconds, and you’re delightedly greeted with the type of wet heat you dream about at night.
two long and veiny fingers plunge into the threshold of her cunt, explorative and unforgiving. you stretch out your fingers and curl them inwards, unable to hide your smirk at the affected cries wanda lets out.
“feels good, baby?” you would tease, letting your teeth graze her earlobe as she jumps at the contact. the way she squirms in your greedy hands, high-pitched breathy whines and soft mewls, should be marked with a warning of libido overload.
“s’there!” wanda mewls, when your fingers curl into a particularly spongy spot of her cute cunt. you retract your fingers all the way, hearing wanda whine and mewl in protest, but then you plunge in all the way again and she cries out.
“daddy,” she whines, fingernails scraping at your abdomen and downwards, the telltale sign of something else of yours she wants.
you could almost laugh at her insatiability. “okay, baby, you ready?” you only ask, tilting her chin up with two fingers, sending her a knowing smile.
wanda doesn’t have time to question your ulterior motives because she feels the head of something huge poking into her butt and she squeaks, bumping into your chest.
her cheeks flush so prettily, so quickly, because she knows exactly how this is going to end up. and you do, too, fiend perpetrator of her dirty dreams and filthy nights.
“come on, angel, you know what to do.”
your words work like clockwork. wanda’s blind obedience could rival pavlov’s dog, even more so with her drooling lips and perked ears. angelic locks of blonde hair frame her face as she moves up.
leaning back into your bed with a slow kind of arrogance that has wanda’s heart rate speeding up exponentially, she heeds your lofty command and straddles your hips.
plush, pale thighs spread as she positions herself above your cock, and you peel off her soaked white and lacy panties with a satisfied hum. “needy bunny,” you tease.
watchful eyes of yours darken significantly at the strings of slick on her panties that cling on to her soaked pussy, an emblem of your bunny’s arousal — and something like a pit of bottomless, desperate fire builds in your stomach.
almost as if she could feel your burning want, wanda’s front teeth sink into her bottom lip, ears burning pink. you think she’s never looked so pretty. your hands dig into the plush of her thighs.
you want to see her break.
“s’tight, daddy,” wanda whimpers, clawing at your abdomen as she fits herself onto your large cock. you can see the way your clefted tip stretches out her hole, and you hum in faux thoughtfulness.
“want my help, bunny?” you ask slowly, already knowing the answer.
wanda hardly has time to nod her pretty, dumb head, before you’re forcefully grabbing the plush of her thighs and pushing her down onto your cock.
she cries out as you mercilessly spread her open with tacit ease. “daddy-” she gasps wetly, slick running down her thighs as you greedily bury yourself hilt-deep.
your huge cock just barely fits into her tight cunt, stretching her out fully. wanda looks pretty as a picture, her watery doe eyes and front teeth sinking into the bottom of her lip.
“fuck,” you growl, unable to help yourself, slapping her tight ass with your large hand. it ripples under your touch, bright red blossoming across her porcelain skin.
wanda’s whiny moan reverberates in your ears. she’s just so susceptible, easy to mold. your hands run over her like fine pottery, with the tacit understanding that you could shape her into whatever you desired.
“please,” wanda whines, bouncing in your lap with an overt eagerness. you nudge your face between her plush tits, dragging a heavy tongue up the column of her smooth skin, nipping on the sides of her breasts just to hear her gasp and press into you.
already, a promised paradise hangs between the two of you. you approach the brink of insanity with every erratic whine she lets out as she struggles to take your size.
wanda squeaks when you hoist her upwards, big palms spreading underneath a rounded ass, then you flip your bodies around. suddenly, wanda is being pressed under the possessive hold of your body weight, sinking into the soft mattress, doe eyes looking at the way you lick your lips.
“y’look good enough to eat, baby,” you say breathlessly, a hand trailing over her bare tummy and down to her ruined mess of a cunt. “but i’m gonna fill you up first.”
wanda lets out a ragged moan when you spread her legs easily, sliding in again with fervour. her wet folds spread so obediently to take the size of your cock, fluttering around your cock to provide you with optimum pleasure.
you, on the other hand, are not faring so well. wanda’s so wet, and tight, and fuck you’re gonna come again. she’s just so irresistible—
“daddy!” the long, dragged moan drawn from wanda’s angelic lips blesses your ears like a holy shrine, but it is nothing compared to the plane of existence you ascend to when you release inside wanda.
out the way your cum relentlessly paints her velvet walls could have lucifer blushing. you just rut your hips into her like she’s your personal stress-reliever, eliciting high-pitched shrieks every time the head of your cock bumps into her cervix.
“please!” wanda sobs, clutching onto your shoulder blades for dear life as she gets pounded into the mattress. “please, please, daddy, please— i can’t—”
shoving yourself in deeper, you lick a long stripe up her neck to her earlobe, letting the coarseness of your tongue and its pierced ring do their work. “i know you can, bunny,” you say easily, rich chocolate and honey, melting wanda’s insides with the way your words turn her into mush. “let me fill you up, hm?”
you never get to hear her acknowledgement because wanda’s head lolls to the side as she cums again. you grunt with effort, heaving yourself up and lodging your bodies skin-to-skin.
you cum goes so deep inside your bunny girl that there’s almost no way she won’t be taking your pups, and the sheer thought of that has you tipping over the edge again.
a blissed-out expression meets your eyes as wanda regains a semblance of her composure, with inquisitive perked-up ears and entirely subservient eyes.
“want another, please.”
had this one stewing in my google docs for the longest time
reblogging means a lot!!
#wanda maximoff x reader smut#sub wanda maximoff#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda maximoff smut#wanda maximoff#x reader#marvel women#wanda x reader smut#wanda x reader#bunny wanda#gxg smut#wlw smut#dom reader#marvel#marvel smut#pretty in pink: the series
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You couldn’t feel anything anymore. You felt like you were going to pass out. Sweat covered hair stuck to your forehead.
“Please! No more!” You cried to Rafe.Who was above you pounding you into the bed with your legs touching your chest. “Just one more darling,alright?” You brusted into even more tears. He brushes your hair with his fingers ss you pull him into your neck. “I don’t wanna do it anymore.” You sniffled. “Just one more bunny.”
you bit your lip. “You promise just this one?” You play with his biceps seeing how bulky it was. “I promise princess.” He smiles at you “Then we can watch ‘pretty in pink’?” You asked. “ How many times you want.” He smiled as he lined up himself with your holds. You whimpered feeling sore. Moaning as he slowly slides himself in and out of you as you let out small whimpers from your sensitive clit.
#rafe thoughts#rafe cameron prompt#rafe cameron#rafe outer banks#rafe imagine#rafe concepts#rafe#rafe obx#rafe x reader#rafe cameron imagine#pretty in pink
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my biggest fear is being closed in a room with all of my fictional crushes
#Crush#10 things I hate about you#sixteen candles#pretty in pink#fast and furious#percy jackson#harry potter#harry potter fanfiction#karate kid fanfiction#80s movie#90s movies#2000s movies#films#horror films#final destination fanfic#the lost boys imagines#the outsiders#dps dead poet society 50s fanfic#sodapop curtis#patrick swayze#charlie eppes#Dead poet society x reader#The outsiders x reader#Draco malfoy x reader#Johnny Lawrence x reader#80s movies headcannons#90s movies headcannons#2000s movies headcannons#chat noir x reader
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paige’s pink hair literally made me have a stroke. she’s so pretty. wtf. no one should be that pretty, and yet here we are.
#basketball#2024#women’s basketball#wnba#wnba basketball#wnba x reader#paige buckets#paige bueckers headcannons#paige x reader#paige bueckers x reader#paige bueckers#uconn wcbb#uconn x reader#uconn women’s basketball#uconn huskies#uconn vs iowa#uconn lives#uconn wbb#pink hair#long hair#oh my god#she’s so pretty
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Nanami kento is the type to make sure everyone knows your his, one way or another.
Nanami kento is the type to grab your ass in public when others stare too hard.
Nanami kento is the type to kiss the back of your neck while you’re both out to let you know he needs you.
Nanami kento is the type to beg you for hickeys in the heat of the moment and get embarrassed the morning after.
Nanami kento is the type to always play the special playlist you both made together just for fucking.
Nanami kento is the type to triple check if what he’s doing is ok before he ruins you.
Part 2?????? 🤫
#nanami kento#omg i love him#he’s so silly#needhimsobad#jjk smut#smut#nanami x reader#nanami smut#so fine#aged like fine wine#gonna tie him up in pretty pink ribbon#loml
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Mileena New Skin 😍🩷✨️
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#mileena#mileena x reader#kitana#sub zero#scorpion#noob saibot#bi han#purple#liu kang#kung lao#mortalkombat1#mk1#mortal kombat 12#mortalkombat#mother#pink#sindel#johnny cage#sonya blade#kenshi#look at her#shes so pretty#i love her#mortal kombat 1 x reader#mortal kombat x reader#mk12#shang tsung#pretty#beautiful
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What I'd wear with my sp
Inspired by @princessbrunette bunny!reader in her rafe cameron posts and @sugarcandydoll rafe post (my sp def has some elements of the rafe scripts yall been making i couldnt help myself) 😭
♡ Definitely an outfit I'd wear with him out at the country clubs and rich social gatherings bringing a sense of innocent but slutty doll at his side. I'm so gonna get scolded for wearing what he'd call "scraps of fabrics for clothes" in front of all these thirsty men here but let's be honest, we both know it's hot and I ain't talkin bout the weather darlin.
♡ Bae needs chill time with the bros? Time to go more sporty. Playing with the dynamic between femininity but also meshing with men's naturally rough nature. Elements of pretty and sporty paired with sexy and cute. I'll happily be sitting all cute while he plays basketball or watch him horse race with his buddies and colleagues while I read through the latest fashion magazine wondering what my next shopping spree is gonna be like.
♡ aww..daddy has to work AGAIN 🙄 luckily I'm not just a little ditsy bimbo but a smart one as well..at least when I wanna be hehe. This calls for going full on preppy and sophisticated. Mini skirts still gonna happen though hehe.
♡ Now let's get to the good stuff, PARTY TIMEEE!! ..or at least the arrival hehe. Ofc my man is sitting with some of the hottest names in the industry like beyonce and Jay z, Sofia Richie, hell even the royals of England. But who's on the side of him? Me thats who, his finest treasure he just debut to show off to the whole world. So why not make a good first impression. Definitely faux fur, sleek sheer fabric gowns, satin silk slip dresses paired with a fur coat. Something sexy but definitely elegant giving room for an eye of luxe towards a crown jewel such as myself. A mixture of royal and romance. Plus with a nice slit, makes teasing so much easier at that gala dinner table and bathroom doesn't it? 🤭
♡ Finally its after party timee!! This calls for the highest of high heels and miniest dress you can find. Handbags are essential and a lil cheetah print definitely screams sex symbol of the night once again. Ofc he's probably gonna beat up any man who looks at my figure matter fact even has a thought on it. Ooh and can't forget the princess tiara, oh what would a little heiress like me be without her.
#msallurea#my blog#girlblogging#girly tumblr#fashion#pretty princess#ms heiress#my post#rafe cameron#rafe x reader#pretty#pink#manifesting#manifesation#allurea's diary#allurea's cutessentials
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missing bunny wanda brain rot ☹️☹️
𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 :( | bunny!wanda headcanons
headcanons from pretty in pink
smut (18+). what happens when you're away on a work trip.
bunny!wanda whom you take pictures of after you've fucked her silly, just taking out your most expensive polaroid camera and snapping a shot of her soaked and wrecked cunt, her cum dripping down her marked thighs. perhaps you'd take her picture of her blissed-out face that was painted with the fake cum from the strap. bunny has her head lolled to the side and drool at the side of her mouth, high-pitched whimpers being the only noise she can make in that state. show her the pictures the morning after, and bunny feels herself get wet.. just wants to be your good bunny all the time, anything to make you happy. you'd definitely bring those polaroids with you when you go overseas for work, using it to get yourself off when wanda wasn't by your side.
bunny!wanda who misses you so terribly much when you leave the country, can't last a day without you bending her over your desk or flipping her purposefully short skirts to grope her cute ass. feels her bunny ears get overly-sensitive without you constantly touching them or caressing her thighs, and she gets so adorably desperate for you. humping your pillow that had the remnants of your scent, burying her face in one of your old shirts to engulf herself in your smell. she gets so needy, taking a photo of herself in absolutely nothing, just fucking herself silly for you, and sends the picture to you on the emergency phone.
bunny!wanda whom you get so worried about when you see the notifications on the emergency phone, until you see the contents of the messages until you lose it. calling her immediately, and your bunny picks up before the first ring has finished, and she's already whimpering and crying and moaning your name, pleading for you to come back quick.
bunny!wanda who gets bred so good the day you come back, with you filling her up over and over with all your squirting strap toys. after you're done with her, bunny can't walk properly, limping around the house with your marks all over her. she couldn't be happier being your little bunny <3
#wanda maximoff x reader smut#bunny wanda#sub wanda maximoff#bottom wanda maximoff#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda maximoff smut#top reader#dom reader#gender neutral reader#x reader#pretty in pink#pretty in pink: the series
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𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗌ㅤ𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺ㅤ𝖺𝗌ㅤ♡ㅤ𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖺𝗌ㅤ𝖻𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗌───𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌ㅤ꽃,ㅤ 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗌 ⠀𝖾 ⠀𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗌
#──★ ˙🧷 14yves !! ̟#──★ favorites#alternative moodboard#kpop messy moodboard#kpop moodboard#simple moodboard#2000s moodboard#black moodboard#sunghoon#park sunghoon#park sungho x reader#enhypen#enha#enha x reader#enhypen x reader#cute moodboard#archive moodboard#moodboard#pretty moodboard#pink moodboard#fresh moodboard#alt moodboard#aesthetic moodboard#uzzlang moodboard#uzzlang aesthetic#vintage moodboard#lq moodboard#enhypen moodboard#sunghoon moodboard#kpop layouts
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I need to bite his lips BAAADDD
#sunrisemill ♡#˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊#I love his pretty pink lips#matt sturniolo#chris sturniolo#nick sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#the sturniolo triplets#christopher sturniolo#nicolas sturniolo#sturniolo x reader#matthew sturniolo
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Pretty In Pink
Mor x Reader
kinktober day 11 (late...) | public play, lingerie, mirrors
kinktober '24 masterlist | ACOTAR x reader masterlist
Story Summary: You've been struggling with your confidence after your most recent breakup. Luckily, your best friend Mor is an expert in confidence. She has a foolproof plan to get you your confidence back: lingerie shopping.
Warnings: smut, really just like fingering, public play
Words: ~2.2k
Author's Note: I'm so sorry this one was late! But it's here now, just some nice Mor boosting your confidence and also wanting to get in your pants. And she definitely does. I hope you guys like it!
18+ only pls
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You were sitting on your couch in sweatpants and a hoodie when your front door swung open, revealing your best friend Mor, arms laden with two grocery bags. She was clad in a red knit dress, her signature color also on her lips.
Mor never did miss an opportunity to look nice.
You, on the other hand, hadn’t felt like dressing up in weeks.
Okay, two months.
But that was because your shitty ex’s parting words to you were along the lines of “You’re just not hot enough for me to keep dating.”
Mor had had plenty to say about that, especially with the fact that she considered you far out of his league.
That’s in the past though. The only part of it still clinging to you is your confidence- or lack thereof.
“I got our usual- two bottles of champagne, a bottle of orange juice, croissants, and chocolate covered strawberries,” Mor said excitedly, placing the bags on the kitchen counters after shutting the door behind her with her foot.
“That’s lovely, Mor, thank you,” you said as you stood from the couch and met her in the kitchen. “Is there anything specific you had in mind for today? I couldn’t think of anything to do besides watch a movie.”
Mor nodded her head, blonde curls bouncing as she did. “I have an idea that I think you will think you’ll hate, but you will have a fantastic time instead.” She paused, her chocolate eyes meeting yours, their warmth spreading into you. “I want to take you lingerie shopping.”
“Oh, Mor, I don’t think-”
She cut you off, “I think you need to feel sexy again on your own to fully recover from this breakup. I know, I know, you said that you’re over it, but I can tell that you’re still stuck in your head! I just want to remind you that you are sexy and beautiful and that dickhead never deserved you,” Mor explained passionately, not letting you interrupt her, as many times as you wanted to.
But she did have a point. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, just to try stuff on for fun?
“As long as it’s not in a mall, I suppose that would be fine. But if I hate it we’re coming back, drinking our mimosas, and watching some sappy romcom. Deal?”
Mor grinned brightly at you. “Deal. And just so you know, we’re probably coming back and doing that anyways.”
You rolled your eyes playfully at her before turning in the direction of your room. “I’ll just change and then we can go.”
“Sounds good, cupcake. I’ll put away the goods while you do.”
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Fifteen minutes later, the two of you were inside Mor’s sleek town car, and another fifteen minutes after that you had pulled up in front of a charming looking brick building, display windows filled with mannequins dressed in laces and sheer fabrics, the name Renata’s printed across the glass front door.
Mor pulled you inside, a cheery bell ringing as you passed through the door.
“Ah, Mor, it’s lovely to see you!” A beautiful redhead exclaimed as she walked towards the two of you from the back of the store. “And you brought a friend! It’s nice to meet you, my name is Renata,” she said as she grabbed your hands firmly in hers for a moment before letting them go.
“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you as well. Your shop is beautiful,” you said, and you were being honest. The walls were done in a light wooden color, with swaths of fabric in varying shades of pink adding some coziness to the space, along with the many couches settled around the store. There were also three large dressing rooms on the back wall of the store.
And the racks upon racks of gorgeous lingerie, each piece more beautiful than the last.
“Were the two of you looking for anything specific today?”
Mor shook her head, answering for you. “No, we’re just looking for something for Y/N here to get her feeling sexy again.”
You blushed lightly at her words, not wanting everyone to know that she’s having confidence issues…
“Oh, I understand that! Take your time, and if you need any different sizes or colors or anything else, just come and ask me,” Renata said warmly before departing for the desk at the back of the store.
You looked around nervously, unsure of where to start.
And Mor could tell, thankfully. She led you by the hand to the nearest rack, holding so many beautiful pieces of lingerie.
“What do you normally like to buy?” Mor asked as she started pulling out the pieces that interested her, looking at them on their own before putting them back on the rack.
“Oh, um… It’s been a while since I’ve bought any for myself, Trent was the one who bought them for me most of the time,” you confessed.
“Did you like the ones that he bought you?”
Your face scrunched at the images that came to mind- a bright, bright red, highly uncomfortable bra and panty set, the bras underwire nearly cutting into your skin on the first wear and the lace of both pieces irritating your skin. “Not particularly, no.”
“Alright, so we’ll go the exact opposite of those. Was it just a bra and panties?” Mor asked, hitting the nail on the head. You nodded. “So we’ll look at baby dolls, teddies, and chemises. Any colors that you want?”
“Not red.”
Mor gasped, hand to her heart. “So rude to my favorite color! That’s fine, more for me,” Mor said with devilish smirk thrown your way as she continue rifling through the racks. “Go on, look at some cupcake!”
You sighed but did as she asked, hands gently flitting between soft laces and sheer fabrics, lingering on a baby pink chemise. You pulled it off of the rack it rested on, your free hand running over the sheer fabric and lace covering the bust- soft and not at all irritating on your skin, and the cut of it was lovely. It looked like it would cover half of your breasts, just above the nipple, leave a tantalizing amount of skin on display with the thin lace straps to frame the area. And the skirt of the dress was flowy, you would bet money on it flaring out when you spin around.
This one you were definitely trying on.
After finding the first piece you wanted to try on, picking them out was easier. You just chose the ones that caught your eye.
Once you had a decent selection, you wandered over to the dressing rooms to find Mor, also standing with an armful of clothes.
“You found so many! That perfect, now you have so many to try on! Now, get in there and start trying them on!” Mor said, pushing you into one of the roomy dressing rooms and dumping the clothes in her arms on the table inside.
“These are all for me?” You asked her, slightly concerned.
“Mhm! You don’t have to try on the ones I picked out for you, but I thought you might like them. I’ll wait outside, and you can show me the ones that you like.” And with that, Mor left the dressing room, closing the door softly behind her.
You sighed softly before moving over to the table, placing your own findings onto it.
Five pieces in and you didn’t like a single one.
You were starting to lose hope.
You grabbed the pink chemise that you had picked out first, figuring that if you liked any of them, it would be that one. You stripped out of the dark blue teddy that Mor had picked out for you, returning it to its hanger before slipping the chemise over your head, taking a moment to adjust the way your chest sat in the fabric.
And it was perfect.
It was soft and girly, but still sexy with how much skin it showed up top. Your nipples were just barely covered by the fabric, and still slightly visible through the light pink lace with how sheer the pink fabric underneath was. It came to just about your mid thigh, and when you spun around, it flared out at the bottom in the way that you’d hoped.
“Mor?” You asked as you peeked out from the doorway, doing your best to keep your modesty in the store.
“Yes, Y/N?” The blonde asked from her spot on a pink couch in front of the dressing rooms, flicking through a magazine.
“Come in here, I need you to judge this one for me.” Mor’s head turned upwards, her eyes catching on your head poking out of the door. She shook her head and smiled, then dropped the magazine back on the side table and walked towards you.
You retreated back into the dressing room, slightly nervous at what she would say. She was your friend, yes, but she was also incredibly beautiful.
Mor shut the door behind her quietly before she turned to face you. Her eyes widened as she took you in, her cheeks pinking slightly.
You squirmed under her intense gaze. “What?” You asked nervously.
“Just- you are so, so beautiful and sexy.” With heated cheeks you looked away from her. “And I mean it. Like, looking at you right now, I want to devour you. Even though we’re in public and even though you’re my best friend. You look fantastic in this, cupcake,” Mor said softly, closing the distance between the two of you.
Your cheeks were flaming now, both from the compliments and the meaning of her words. “Thank you, Mor,” you whispered breathily into the space between you- less than a foot now, and Mor’s hands now on your waist.
“You’re welcome,” Mor said with a smile, her brown eyes molten chocolate as they met yours.
And then your mouths met, the distance closed in half a thought from the both of you. Your arms wrapped around her neck as hers wrapped around your waist, the both of you pulling each other as close as you could.
When you broke away, the both of you were breathless, excited at the now blurred lines of friendship between you.
“Devour me,” you breathed.
And Mor didn’t disappoint.
She turned you in her arms so that you were facing the mirror, her chest pressed tightly to your back. One of her hands snaked up to pull one side of the dress down to expose your chest, the other moving down to slip underneath your panties that you’d left on. It dipped down into your folds, Mor sighing contentedly after finding you already wet for her.
“If I’d known you liked me so much, I would’ve made a move on you so much earlier,” Mor whispered into your ear, her red lips hovering teasingly over your neck.
“If I’d known you liked me so much, I would’ve made a move on your earlier,” you replied softly, breath catching when her fingers slipped over your clit.
“Fair enough. We should both be honest about how hot we find each other. Like, you right now? The sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. Look at yourself,” Mor commanded, nudging your head to look at the mirror from where it had lolled against her shoulder. You did, and found that she was right.
You looked amazing right now, your skin flushed and glowing from Mor’s attentions, the chemise accentuating your chest- and just the sight of your breast in Mor’s hand, her thumb rolling over your nipple was enough to have you believing her words in that moment.
And Mor behind you, looking as gorgeous as ever, the desire in her expression only enhancing her beauty.
Her fingers were slipping over your clit quickly, doing their best to bring you to the brink quickly, lest the two of you get caught.
But that thought only made it more exciting, the danger of being found with your best friend’s hand down your panties, of a single moan giving your activities away to the store owner outside.
“Fuck, Mor, I’m-”
“Shh, I know, cupcake, just stay quiet, okay? Here’s my thumb just in case,” Mor said quietly, moving her hand from your breast to pop her thumb into your mouth. “Look me in the eyes when you cum, love,” Mor commanded.
So you did, your eyes meeting hers as you fell over the edge, mostly silent cries being fully muffled by her thumb. You shook lightly in her hold, leaning back against her for support as you came down, sucking lightly on her thumb as her fingers slowed.
“Feeling good, little cupcake?” Mor asked, a satisfied smile on her face as she kept her eyes locked on your in the mirror.
“Mhm… I could use a nap now though,” you giggled. “Thank you, Mor. You were right. I did like it.”
Mor smirked at you. “I told you that you would. Of course, I am a great helper at making things fun.”
You smiled at her. “Yes you are… Now, I should change back into my clothes. But I’m definitely getting this,” you said, running your hands up and down the chemise.
“I’ll go wait outside, so we don’t arouse suspicion,” Mor said with a wink, leaving the dressing room after pressing one last kiss to your lips.
You returned to your pile of clothes, stripping the chemise off of yourself.
Just what had the two of you started? You thought to yourself with a slight smile.
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Guess I’m the bad liar
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Paring: nonidol!Jake X Reader⋆⋆☆⋆⋆genre: angst ⋆⋆☆⋆⋆ cw: break up ⋆⋆☆⋆⋆ wc:700+ ⋆⋆☆⋆⋆ ib: bad liar by Selina Gomez
Synopsis: It’s been almost a month since you broke up, and Jake is somehow totally ok with the fact. But you’re still having a hard time.
This is for @bywons writing event! Hope you like it!
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You rolled over and checked the time 02:35.
It had been difficult to fall asleep for the last few weeks. It surprised you just how bad the breakup had messed you up. It became harder to fall asleep and wake up. You no longer knew what you wanted to do with your days. And your friends kept mentioning how you smiled less.
Your main problem was, why did the breakup happen? Just the week before everything had seamed great, just amazing. How and when did it go wrong? you just didn't know.
Your friends had asked you to talk with them about it, even his friends had asked you to talk with them about it. "It's never suposed to be an easy goodbye" they would say. "You were together for almost three years over all" they would say, as if you weren't aware of that already. How did they think that telling you things you already knew was going to make the breakup simpler to get over? But you didn't want to talk to your friends, let alone his friends. There was only one person that could help you move on.
Jake
the person who broke up with you. the person who left without another word and slamed your door. Was it really that easy for him? acording to his friends he hasn't been this happy since before you started dating. It was almost like you were the problem, as if you were stopping him in some form of way. But you cept thing how would that be fair on you? you were both starting arguments and being petty at times, how were you the only one to blame?
You desided to get up and go get something to drink, you were unable to sleep anyway. Even your own home became foreign. The sofa you used to cudle on now empty. The kitchen that was once filled with different sounds and smells from early in the day to late at night. And everytime you were suposed to sleep, you felt alone, the bed now too big, the space where he once slept now cold and abandoned. It sucked, it really did.
And just when you felt your head fog and the feeling of lonelyness filled your senses, you heard a knock. It wasn't a really loud knock, or a knock that sounded inportant. But it sounded familiar. You checked the time again, 02:50. Who knocks on someones door at almost three in the morning? You desided first to ignrone it, but then the person on the other side knocked again. And you couldn't help but feel like you had heard the knock before. So you decided to open the door.
You walked twards the door, feeling kind of uneasy. "maybe i should just ignore it" you thoght. but your body betrayed you, opening the door before you could think another thing. And right before you, stood the one person you thoght that you were never going to hear from again.
Jake
"Hey"
Hey? how could he just show up to your door and just say hey? after what he put you through? There he was, scratching that supid neck and with that dum smile plastered on his supid face. what did he want?
"Can we talk?" he asked.
without saying a word you moved to the side and let him in. You walked to the sofa and sat down, not caring if he followed you or not.
"Ok, listen. I know that I might not have left on the best note ever, but I need you to hear me out" He took your lack of awnser as a keep going. "I know I said that I didn't want tjis anymore. But I just can't help but regret everything that I said. I keep telling the guys that life is greater now, that it was for the better that we broke up, but I miss you, I miss us." His eyes started to tear up. "I won't beg, and i'm not going to stay. Unless you want me to."
You stared at eachother for a wile, not knowing what to say. So Jake tok teh chance to add on
"B-because I really want to."
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Thanks for reading! This is my second story so I hope it’s good! And I promise I’m a really happy person though, I just really enjoy writing sad/ angsty stuff tihi
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Arthur. Face riding. That’s all
he’s all up in your pussy moaning like he’s the one getting head. pulling you down on him completely when you worry about possibly asphyxiating him. grips your thighs until there’s indents into the meat of them because he’s obsessed with your thighs.
#arthur morgan LOVES big girls btw. as a thigh man he thinks plus sized women are a blessing (and he’s right!)#he’ll suck on your inner thighs until he’s painted a pretty landscape of reds pinks and purples on your skin with his mouth#arthur morgan x reader#arthur morgan smut#arthur morgan imagine#rdr2 smut#rdr2 imagine#red dead redemption 2 imagine#red dead redemption 2 smut#anonymous#answered
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