#she loved that she could make him blush with just one look

[sa1ntd1or]

I love your posts!!!!! Could you do a trend when boyfriend does a voice over on makeup tutorial. I'm 99.9999% sure that Bruce would know absolutly everything about readers makeup, names of the products, for what they are.... He would be like a damn makeup artist, taking doing voice over so serious

Thank you❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

˖ ֹ���୧ MAKEUP TUTORIAL ⊹ ࣪ ⑅

ˋ°•*⁀➷ batboys voiceover reader's makeup tutorial !

ˋ°•*⁀➷ CHARACTERS: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Aged up!Damian Wayne

NOTES: this was such a fun one to do hehe, hope i did em justice, enjoy!

BRUCE WAYNE:

TikTok: @/yourusername Caption: brucie does my makeup voiceover ;P

[VIDEO STARTS]

Bruce’s voice, calm, professional, slightly gravelly: “Alright. We’re starting with a clean, moisturized canvas. She’s applying a hydrating primer—this one has hyaluronic acid, great for plumping the skin and ensuring longevity of the base. Pat, not rub. She always pats.”

“Now she’s using the NARS Light Reflecting Foundation: shade Deauville. Medium coverage. Buildable. She prefers a skin-like finish, so we’re going in with a damp beauty blender, bouncing motions only.”

camera cuts to you giving him a tiny wink “Yes, I saw the wink. No, it will not distract me. Moving on.”

“Next, concealer. This is Too Faced Born This Way Multi-Use Sculpting Concealer, shade Almond. Under-eyes, bridge of nose, chin. She blends it out with surgical precision. I respect that.”

“Setting with the Huda Beauty Easy Bake Powder, shade Cupcake. Light dusting. She bakes just the inner corners for brightness. Strategic.”

“Brows, Anastasia Beverly Hills Brow Wiz. Medium Brown. Light strokes, following her natural shape. She’s already perfect. This is just emphasizing structure.”

you snort off-camera “That wasn’t flirting. That was a tactical observation.”

“Eyeshadow, Tartelette In Bloom Palette. She’s blending Smarty Pants into the crease, then deepening with Activist on the outer corner. She doesn’t cut the crease unless it’s a special occasion. This is a neutral day look. Respect.”

“Eyeliner is Kat Von D’s Tattoo Liner. She freehands a sharp wing. Steady hand. I’ve seen snipers with less control.”

“Mascara, Lancome Monsieur Big. One coat. She lets it dry between layers. Smart. That’s how you get volume without clumps.”

“Blush is Rare Beauty Liquid Blush, shade Happy. A little goes a long way. She applies to the cheeks and a dab on the nose for that 'sun-kissed, I just killed a man with kindness' effect.”

“Highlighter, Charlotte Tilbury Hollywood Flawless Filter. Just the high points. Cheekbones. Nose bridge. Cupid’s bow. Illuminated. Ethereal. Devastating.”

“Lips, MAC Lip Pencil in Whirl, topped with Fenty Gloss Bomb in Fenty Glow. Classic. Beautiful. Kissable.”

“Final step, Urban Decay All Nighter Setting Spray. Locked in. Ready for anything. Gotham’s safest weapon.”

camera cuts to you looking hot af, grinning, doing a peace sign

“And just like that, she is done. Looking as beautiful as ever.”

[VIDEO ENDS]

[TOP COMMENTS]

@/nightwingisbae: I THOUGHT THIS WAS GONNA BE FUNNY BUT WHY IS HE BETTER THAN ME???? @/wayne.tech.stan: This wasn’t a voiceover this was a TED Talk and I took NOTES. @/gothamskincarequeen: “Snipers with less control” STOPPP WHY IS HE KINDA PERFECT FOR THIS 😭

DICK GRAYSON:

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[VIDEO STARTS]

Dick’s voice, bright and SO confident: “Okay! We’re starting with… some kind of lotion? Primer? Face goo. It makes her glow like a moon goddess, so 10/10.”

“Now she’s using—uhh—foundation? I think it’s from that NARS place. Like the one with the super sus product names? Yeah, that one. She dots it all over and beats her face with this egg thing.”

a laugh is heard from the back. “Don’t laugh! I’m taking this VERY seriously. This is important. It’s your battle paint.”

gasps when concealer hits

“Oh the triangle trick!! Brighten under the eyes, boom—instant eight hours of sleep. Even if she stayed up watching true crime till 2am.”

“Okay now POWDER. She’s baking. No, not cookies. This is the part where she sets her under-eyes so they don’t betray her like a traitor in a Greek tragedy.”

“Brows! Oh man, this is terrifying. She’s using like, a pencil? But for her face hair. Brow hair. She has to get both sides even and if she messes up it’s over. This is a high stakes operation.”

you go in with your neutral eyeshadow palette

“Time for EYESHADOW. She’s got this palette with like, 40 shades of brown that all look the same to me but she’s like ‘this one’s warm and that one’s cool’ and I just nod like I get it.”

“She’s blending like her life depends on it. Swish swish, flick flick. It’s giving... smoky eye excellence.”

dramatic pause “...she just did a perfect winged eyeliner in ONE STROKE. That was perfect, actually that was really satisfying.”

“Mascara! She’s lifting her lashes to the heavens. Honestly, she could blink and take flight.”

“BLUSH TIME. It’s pink. It’s adorable. It makes her look like she just got kissed in the snow.”

“Highlighter? Yep, glow stuff to shine. She glows like she’s been blessed by the gods. If Apollo saw her he’d cry.”

“Lips! She’s lining, then glossing, and now she’s doing that thing where she presses them together like she’s sealing a magical contract. 10/10.”

camera cuts to final look—you looking drop-dead gorgeous

“LOOK AT HER. Are you seeing this? She did that. She always does that. I’m in love and frankly a little overwhelmed.”

[VIDEO ENDS]

[TOP COMMENTS]

@/user23841: I’m obsessed with how supportive he is but also how utterly lost. Like he’s narrating a makeup tutorial and a Shakespearean tragedy at the same time. @/lalaland: “If Apollo saw her he’d cry” okay poetic king 😭 @/wuaisw123: Why is this chaotic and romantic?? I hate how charming he is. @/dickgraysonenthusiast: “She could blink and take flight” DICK PLEASE I’M NOT OK 💀

JASON TODD:

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[VIDEO STARTS]

Jason’s voice is low and vaguely annoyed but weirdly invested: “Alright. So first she’s putting this clear stuff on her face. I don’t know. It looks like fancy glue. She says it makes the makeup stick better. Sure. Science.”

“Now she’s painting her face with foundation. Don’t ask me what shade this is. I just know it cost $60 and it better come with magical powers. Spoiler: it does. Look at her.”

you dab on foundation

“She’s blending it in with that little egg thing. Beauty blender. I asked once. Never forgot. That’s growth.”

camera cuts to you doing your concealer routine “Now she’s dotting her face with what I thought was highlighter. Apparently, I was wrong. It’s concealer. It brightens stuff. She’s using it like war paint. I respect it.”

“Setting powder. She says she’s ‘baking.’ It looks like she faceplanted into flour. But okay. Whatever keeps the under-eyes from creasing. I know stuff now.”

eyebrows appear on screen “Brows. This is the part where everything can go to hell real fast. If she messes up one side, I pretend not to notice. Happy girlfriend, happy life.”

“Eyeshadow. Apparently this shade is called ‘Burnt Sienna’ and not ‘Brown #4.’ News to me.”

eyeliner appears

“Winged eyeliner? Ha. She’s got the hands of a surgeon. I blink wrong and she stabs herself in the eye. But does she panic? No. She finishes the wing like a damn pro.”

cut to you curling lashes “This is my least favorite part. She uses this medieval torture device, an eyelash curler. I flinched the first time I saw it. Still do. Looks like something Joker would use.”

“Mascara. Boom. Lashes for days. I said she didn’t need it once and almost got disowned. Lesson learned.”

you apply blush and highlighter

“Blush. She’s going for that soft ‘I just walked out of a romance novel’ look. Cute. Dangerous. Deadly.”

“Highlighter. She sparkles like moonlight on a dagger. She could kill a man and look good doing it.”

lip combo time

“Lip liner, lipstick, and gloss. This combo has powers. I kissed her once after gloss and couldn’t get it off for two hours. Worth it.”

cut to finished look. you smile, strike a pose “And there she is. My girl. Ten out of ten. Would risk my life for her in a heartbeat. But also, I will never understand how she does this every day and still manages to be on time.”

[VIDEO ENDS]

[TOP COMMENTS]

@/user12098: “Looks like she faceplanted into flour” JASON PLEASE 😭@/crimsonsiren: Why is he so grumpy but also so proud 😭 “my girl” had me squealing. @/makemeupbrat: Jason pretending he’s not obsessed while literally narrating like a Nat Geo documentary is peak canon energy.

TIM DRAKE:

TikTok: @/yourusername Caption: makeup tutorial but my bf does the voiceover!! <3

[VIDEO STARTS] 

Tim, speaking with a mix of calm confidence and "I totally studied for this":

“Okay, so here she is. Looking stunning even without makeup, obviously—just saying. Starting with... yep, that’s a primer. Silicone-based, I think? Helps smooth out the skin and hold the makeup like... uh, glue. But gentle glue. Science glue.”

“Now she’s dotting on her foundation—this is the NARS Light Reflecting one, right? Neutral undertone. She always uses a damp sponge to blend it out, which gives a more natural finish. Yeah. I looked it up. I do my homework.”

pauses as you blend effortlessly “Seriously, how is this so fast? This took like 25 minutes in real time. She looked unbothered the whole time. Meanwhile, I once poked my eye trying to fix a smudge.”

“Okay now she’s doing the triangle thing under her eyes—that’s concealer. Brightening zones. Strategic shadow-canceling. The architecture of this is insane.”

squints at screen “...Did she just blend that with the other side of the sponge? Oh my god. There’s a system. I knew it.”

“Powder time—loose setting powder to bake. She does that tap-tap motion like she’s been doing this for years. She probably has. She's a wizard. I don’t ask questions anymore.”

“Brows. Okay. Look, this part terrifies me. She’s using a tiny little pencil and her hands are way too steady. I think if I even looked at her funny right now she’d start over from scratch and I’d feel personally responsible.”

pause as you start your eyeshadow “Here’s where things get serious. She’s got, like, eight brushes. Different shapes, different functions. That little fluffy one? That’s the blending brush. I only know that because I stole one once to clean my keyboard.”

“This eyeshadow palette has names like ‘Golden Hour’ and ‘Inferno’ but they all just look like gorgeous orange shimmer. She's doing that outer corner flick like it’s a combat move.”

“Eyeliner. This part gives me secondhand anxiety. She’s doing a perfect wing while talking. Who is she?”

cut to the eyelash curler “Okay, this thing again. The guillotine of the makeup world. Why does it make that noise??”

“Mascara. I know that one. Volumizing. She blinks so calmly, like she’s not afraid of stabbing herself. Braver than me.”

“Blush—Rare Beauty. Color payoff is wild. One dot turns into a full face of romance. It’s actually... kinda cool.”

“Highlighter time. She’s glowing. Like, actually glowing. Not metaphorically. She just became a lighthouse.”

“Lip liner—precision. Lipstick—intention. Lip gloss—danger. I’m telling you, if I kiss her right now, I might vanish in a puff of glitter.”

you pose, giving a proud smile at your finished face “Look at her. Literally unstoppable. I would fight a demon for her. I have fought a demon for her. This is somehow more terrifying.”

“10/10. A masterpiece. I’ll never understand how, but I support it with my whole soul.”

[VIDEO ENDS]

[TOP COMMENTS]

@/user190238: “Science glue” is CRAZYYYY I’m crying 😭😭😭@/timdrakeobsessed: Not him being scared of the eyelash curler again LMAO @/yourmomma111: He studied like it was the PSATs and she was the prize. We love a nerd in love. @/sephoradetective: “The architecture of this is insane” PLEASE 😭😭😭

AGED UP!DAMIAN WAYNE:

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[VIDEO STARTS]

Damian’s voice, flat but somehow still smug:

“Yes. This is the video where she ritualistically paints her face for no discernible reason.”

beat passes “...She’s still beautiful without it, obviously. But apparently the ‘glamorous mortal transformation’ must take place.”

“She’s starting with this... lotion. No—primer. It allegedly makes the face ‘smooth.’ I have touched her face. It is already smooth. This step is redundant.”

sighs as you blend foundation “Now she’s blending beige liquids into her skin with a sponge shaped like a weapon. I’ve thrown these. They do not hurt.”

“This is concealer. She uses it to erase evidence of insomnia. I told her to sleep. She did not listen. Now we all suffer.”

“Powder. It goes under her eyes like she’s preparing for battle. This is called ‘baking.’ I do not understand what is being baked. There is no food.”

“Eyebrows. The arch of dominance. She’s frighteningly good at this. I once watched her wipe off an entire brow and redraw it in thirty seconds. That’s not normal.”

you’re blending eyeshadow like a pro “Now she’s putting brown dirt and sparkles on her eyelids. This is eyeshadow. It will eventually match her outfit and somehow change her entire aura. I do not understand how, but it does.”

“Eyeliner. The wings. The precision. I’ve seen snipers with less focus.”

you whip out the eyelash curler ��There it is. The torture clamp. I’ve tried to confiscate this item. She keeps hiding it.”

dry tone as mascara goes on “This is the ‘lash enhancer.’ She already has long lashes. This is unnecessary. Yet here we are.”

“Blush. She uses a liquid one. Why does she want to look like she just ran five miles in a polite, attractive way?”

you sweep on highlighter “Now she is shining like a reflective blade. I approve of this. Intimidation is crucial.”

“Lips. First the lining. Precision is important. She once stabbed herself doing this and did not even flinch. It was... admirable.”

lip gloss goes on “Now she is irresistible. Glossy. Like a trap. Kiss at your own risk.”

you finish with a wink at the camera “There she is. My beloved. Intimidating, radiant, lethal. A weaponized beauty. And all of you are lucky to witness her.”

“If anyone in the comments disrespects her, I will find you.”

[VIDEO ENDS]

[TOP COMMENTS]

@/user123123: “This is called baking. I do not understand what is being baked.” STOP 💀💀💀 @/mamaijustdied: “Weaponized beauty” is going on my mirror. Immediately. @l/oyaltolethalwomen: He judged every product and still called her radiant. That’s my toxic green flag. @/yummytummy101: “I told her to sleep. She did not listen. Now we all suffer.” LMFAOOO

[therobbycuepitt]

Hi!!! Here's a cute thought. What about The Pitt boys calling you their wife without you guys being married (or engaged because that makes it kinda cuter imo)? What do you think? What would that look like?

Accidentally calling you his "Wife"

Okay. I only made these for the four main male doctors, so this doesn't include nurses or med students. Sorry! ((but let me know if you want me to add them and I can do a part 2!))

Robby

He's making casual conversation with an older man in one of the rooms. At a rare day in the ED, transitioning patients to their respective departments above the usual chaotic floor of the Emergency Room was going smoothly--patients waited at three hours minimun to get seen, and Gloria wasn't up his ass for anything she can think under the sun.

"My sweet Jenny was a nurse. She loved her job, used to patch me up real good better than any doctor--no offense, Doc," his patient says with a laugh. Robby chuckles but keeps his hands steady, continuing his sutures. "None taken."

"My wife's the only one I trust around here," boasting wasn't Robby's thing but thinking about you always puts a little puff in his chest.

"Oh don't listen to my husband, Mr. Danvers. He'd be a chimney the way he blows so much smoke up my ass," your voice claims the small room. Robby stills in his seat, blushing all shades of red. His patient lets out a huge belly laugh.

"She's a firecracker, Doc. Don't lose her."

Jack

A rowdy group of hockey fans got into a bar fight, resulting in multiple minor injuries--mostly cuts and bruises.

'The Pens suck!'

'The last time your team won the cup, Facebook wasnt even invented yet!' the two groups, which were Stars and Pens fans by the symbols on their jerseys, shouted back and forth between two rooms. Unfortunately for you, you were stuck with the Away team while Parker took care of the Home team.

"You sure you don't want to sub in there, Doc?" the officer--who brought the two groups in, stands beside Jack and John, watching the chaos like it was the most entertaining show on television.

"Nah, my wife's got it. She's tough," Jack smirks a bit when you send him a wink, silently telling him you've got it handled.

Shen chokes on his iced coffee. "Like, 'work wife' , right?"

Frank

"Hey, sweet cheeks. Wanna give me a sponge bath?" Frank leans on the center bay, head hanging low between his shoulders. He glances at Myrna over his shoulder--her usual self cuffed to her wheelchair, giving him a flirty smile.

Turning around to face her, he crosses his arms and chides, "I don't think my wife, would appreciate you flirting with me, Myrna."

"Never saw a ring on it, champ. I can be real flexible," she purrs with her gravely voice, one foot extending infront of her with hands seductively inching her hospital gown up her thigh. You catch the conversation from the curtain behind Myrna, pulling it back you catch Frank’s wide eyes.

"I'll only let you borrow him if you ask nicely, Myrna."

Shen

Shen has a problem, and its called caffeine. He wouldn't say he's addicted to it, no. But if he were, he would probably blame you for putting him on the iced coffee bender. You both have sort of schedule down for who gets coffee for who on alternate days of the week. It's kind of a way to test out new coffee shops around the area and try new blends.

'Super late. Dunkin good?' he texts you, speed walking down the street to the said establishment. His phone dings with a text from you with just a thumbs up emoji. He scans the doughnut display while he waits his turn in line, mentally telling himself to add your favorite round treat to the order.

Approaching the register, his phone goes off with your name flashing on the screen while he gives the worker his coffee order.

"John, could you get me a-"

"Yes. I know, I know. Hey, man. Can you add a Boston for my wife, please," his hand freezes mid reach to his jacket's pocket for his wallet. His phone, which was pressed between his left ear and shoulder, almost slips when he hears you giggling at the other end of the line. The cashier clears his throat, and John quickly recovers, finally getting his card out to pay.

"I... don't know why I said that."

[pinescent-and-gingerbread]

Hi Pine!! shamelessly requesting Arthur Morgan x female reader... Reader patching up Arthur after a fistfight in Valentine? She's chiding him but also her heart is fluttering and she's blushing because her big man protected her

Thank you lovely!!!!!!!!!!

Heeey Cassie!! Thank you so much for your ask, I love it! Felt like it has been done a lot already, so I never dared do my own version, so thank you once again for giving me an excuse to write it eheh! (Also this is pretty funny because it could be a sequel to this mini prompt!)

"Just, stay seated, for God's sake!"

Arthur grumbles, not hiding his discontentment for a bit. It had been a struggle to drag him and make him sit on a box behind the supplies' wagon.

"Look at you..." You sigh, tilting his head up with your index finger under his scared chin. Arthur looks at you with two puppy eyes, their blue color so bright, even more vibrant than usual, compared to the black of the bruises dappling his skin. Even like that, he was so beautiful, in his rugged kind of way. This man could have been a painting; you were just sorry that it would be a violent one.

"Always been ugly darlin', a few scratches ain't changing much..."

"Hush now. You're not getting up from that box until I take care of you, Mr Morgan." Your tone is firm and soft at the same time, and he knows you're right. There's just something in his guts that tells him it's not right. That he doesn't need any of that, that you shouldn't waste your time on him. He doesn't deserve it.

He concedes and nods without another word. Finally. You grab the medical supplies and start working, focused. You clean his cuts, and you notice how he stiffens at the pain when the alcohol reaches his flesh. You gently apply ointment to his bruises, trying to be as delicate as possible. He doesn't complain anymore.

You try not to look too flustered when he undoes a few buttons from his shirt, pulling his it down to grant you access to a big cut he had right between his neck and shoulder.

"It's going to sting." You warn him, and he nods again, knowing already how it feels to get patched up after a lifetime of fights turned bad. He only grunts when the needle pierces through his skin for the first time.

"That one was a really close one. Do you ever think, Arthur?" You scold, realising just how deep he was willing to go to defend you.

"Not that close." He mutters, his eyes looking away from you as he tries not to look at your chest bent over to him as you're patching him up. The way you were so close, he could even smell your heady scent, his heart beating faster at this sudden proximity. "Would do it all over, if I had to."

You feel your cheeks heat against your will. Fuck, blushing isn't going to help your credibility reprimand this six foot tall beast of a man. There are a few moments of silence as you finish with a small knot, and you catch his cerulean gaze, fingers lingering on his skin more than necessary.

Through those eyes, you know the man before you could handle a hundred more wounds like those, just for you to be safe and sound, and this vertiginous idea never leaves you as you cross all limits and gently press a kiss on the side of his face, scratchy stubble tickling your lips. It was the least you could do in return, after all.

You don't see it, but your blush spreads and leaks onto his own cheeks, a timid and juvenile flame igniting two souls and consuming them silently.

[pagesfromthevoid]

can we get bob's internal thoughts the first time he sees the teacher?

Oh HELL YES you can! I’m just —I’ll rewrite that scene from Bob’s POV. Idk how else to do it lol

He’s vaguely aware of Hangman and Phoenix talking to someone —he just assumes it’s a student. The kid in front of him is asking genuine questions about the systems of the plane, and Bob loves explaining this kind of stuff to anyone that’ll listen.

When Phoenix suddenly elbows him, he stands up straight and immediately turns his attention to the three people staring at him. His breath catches, and he feels his cheeks heating up as he sets the tablet down. He’d assumed it was a student talking to his colleagues; but the pretty smile that greets him makes his heart skip a beat.

He immediately extends his hand to her. “I’m sorry about that, ma’am,” he offers, though he’s trying to catch a glimpse of her badge. “Lieutenant Robert Floyd —though most people just call me Bob.”

The smile she gives him is…brilliant. Beautiful. And Bob has to take a moment to remember the words he’s going to say next when she takes his hand. And when she says her name, Bob wants to burn it into his memory.

“It’s a pleasure –like I was saying, I just wanted to thank you guys for coming out and doing this. Future Fest is our big thing and the kids really love it. Having you guys join us is a big deal.”

“Oh, I love doing stuff like this,” he reassures, and there’s a moment where he almost doesn’t let go of her hand. But he does, because that’s…probably weird. Is it weird to flirt with someone at a school event? She’s a teacher, and he doesn’t see a wedding ring.

He could remedy that.

Then he feels himself blushing at that thought, but she doesn’t seem to notice.

“So…what does a weapons system officer do, Lieutenant Floyd?”

Hangman complains in the background but Bob doesn’t care one bit, taking up his tablet again. He loves explaining his work, and she’s staring up at him like she genuinely wants to know. She even gets a bit closer to him, zooming in on his screen, as he points out various items and explains his role on missions. Maybe he’s too caught up, because she seems to just be staring at him now. But Bob doesn’t mind one bit, honestly.

“So you’re in charge then?”

He chuckles a bit, imagining being in charge of any of it. “Like I said, it depends on the mission.”

She’s about to say something else, and he’s about to definitely interrupt her and ask for her number, when there’s giggling and shouting from a few feet away.

“Ooh, Miss! Get it!”

Bob immediately flushes, looking away. She’s turning to the students like she’s going to tear them a new one. Calling one of the girls a menace, she turns back to him with a sheepish smile.

“I’m sorry about that, Lieutenant Floyd. You’ll have to excuse me —I need to go remind the kids that they can’t be unhinged in mixes company.”

Bob can’t help but laugh at this, looking down at her in curiosity. She’s got a grin on her face too. “Only in mixed company?”

“I keep a running list of all the things they say in class all year,” she offers with a soft laugh. And Bob wants to hear that laugh again. Over and over. But he’s also acutely aware that Hangman and Phoenix are watching —same with high schoolers.

“I’d love to see it,” he admits, though he realizes it comes off more flirty than serious.

But she picks up a business card from the table, looking it over for a moment before holding it up. “This your cell phone or your work phone?”

He stammers, and words suddenly do not want to come out of his mouth. So he just takes out a pen and scribbles his number on the back of the card. Bob swallows hard and hands it back, a timid smile playing at his lips.

“I’ll send you a few when I go to lunch, then you can decide if you want the whole list.”

“Sounds great, Miss.”

She walks away, hands behind her back, and Bob is watching as her kids surround her, giggling. Hangman grabs his shoulder and shakes him some, but Bob is too distracted by what just happened.

Then he decides he’s gotta ask her out.

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 190 (Love Wins In the End, Part One)

Once Alex Goth was elected Mayor of Brindleton Bay, his campaign manager, Hazel Nesbitt, took some well-earned time off. She'd be back to help him execute his plans for the town, but for now she wanted to spend some quality time with her girlfriend, Suri Romeo.

Suri had been just as busy through spring, managing the updated Salty Paw and baking for two cafes - her own at the docks, and the pop-up inside Buttercup Pet Clinic. The lovebirds' lives were always busy, but their relationship had only grown stronger since they'd moved in together.

Their relationship began rather dubiously, to say the least. Hazel could have left her unhappy marriage to Nicola Moody-McMillan the day after she met Suri at the Gnome's Arms, but she dragged her feet until their sneaking around got back to her wife, anyway.

Heartbroken and embarrassed, Nicola divorced her and kicked her out of the home they shared with Nicola's mother and brother. Hazel left her job with Mayor Varner and moved in with her eldest sister's family in Brindleton Bay, licking her wounds and hiding from the judgment of her small hometown where everyone knew everyone else's business.

When Nicola signed up for a smash hit reality dating show in Tartosa - hosted by world famous actress Devin Villareal - Hazel knew her mistakes were already coming back to haunt her. She could leave Henford for Brindleton Bay easily enough, but now the whole world would know she cheated and then got unceremoniously dumped. She didn't want to care what the world might think, but she'd always been outgoing, and talking to the public was a big part of her career.

But through it all, her connection to Suri never wavered. Hazel handled Suri's grief following the death of her beloved Aunt Elsa far better than she handled Nicola's grief after the death of her father. She learned how to be a good partner through better communication because, with Suri, it was easier. Whether down to Hazel's growth or because she and Suri were better matched didn't matter.

Despite their busy lives and questionable beginnings, they were happy. As spring sputtered toward summer at their home above the Salty Paw in Fisherman's Wharf, Hazel and Suri were closer than ever.

They took a few day trips outside Brindleton Bay after the election. Avoiding late spring rains and trusting new staff to manage the Salty Paw, they spent time getting to know each other's families.

In San Myshuno, they visited Suri's parents and younger brother, before heading across the bridge to spend time with Hazel's nieces, Tetra and Betta, while pregnant Holly and husband Kris attended a doctor's appointment for their third child.

In Henford, they visited with Hazel's parents and brother in Finchwick Square, getting quality time with her nephews and sister-in-law, Cassandra, too. Before heading home, they visited Suri's grandparents, Bjorn and Clara Bjergsen, in Old New Henford. Suri's twelve-year-old cousin, Jada, and her mother - Elsa's widow, Maira Bjerg-Watson - still missed Elsa terribly, but the family was moving forward despite her death.

After paying respects at Elsa's gravestone and indulging in some of Clara's world-class baked goods, they headed home to Brindleton Bay.

"You know what we never did?" Suri pulled out her phone and started a video. "We never marked the day we moved in here with a Simstagram reel. I know it's getting dark, but you look really beautiful in this light."

Hazel blushed. "Put the phone away," she said, as Suri removed her coat. "I want to ask you something."

Suri's breath caught and she smiled, putting her phone on the kitchen counter. "What do you want to ask me?"

Hazel felt for the small box inside her pocket, slowly dropping to one knee.

"I wanted to ask you a question I know we've talked about in the past. I wasn't sure I was ready because of my divorce, but I knew I couldn't lose you. I don't know why you stick with me, sometimes, but you make me happier than I've ever felt, and I want to spend the rest of my life making you just as happy."

Suri grinned, wiping a small tear from the inside corner of her eye. "You already make me happy, Hazel, but yes! Yes I will marry you!"

Suri jumped into Hazel's waiting arms with a beaming grin. Never wed before, she'd waited for this moment, and now it was finally here! "I love you, Hazy."

"I love you more, Sue." ->

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TOWNIE UPDATE: I'm pretty sure there are no phones or outside lines into the Dating Deanna villa in Tartosa, but if anyone dropping by for a guest appearance wants to let Nicola know her ex-wife is already engaged to the woman she cheated with, they can soften the potential blow by letting her know her younger brother, Dominic, also recently got engaged to his longtime girlfriend Anika (who happens to be the baby sister of Kris Bell, husband of Heather's sister Holly, because you know how The Sims goes!)

And last, a poll. I previously called Hazel and Suri 'Surzel' but I wonder if Hazuri is better? Something else? Help me out!

[4drianaaaa]

"i think i like u"

Hamzahthefantastic x influencerreader! ⚠: fluff, cat-calling, lengthy (?), smut! wrd count: 2.7k

part 5 | navi

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yourusername

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user34343: omfg...

anon39932: the last slide so real

clairedrakee: beauty like none other

mandys_iphone: best b-day gift ever ↳ yourusername: kiss me

hamzahthefantastic: they're pierced?! ↳ yourusername: please tell me they're nice! ;( ↳ hamzahthefantastic: i love them [liked by creator] ↳ user456396: !?

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larray: clit piercings next!

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you blushed as you set your phone down after reading what Hamzah had sent you. You and Hamzah have been seeing each other for weeks already. The two of you would hang out at each others houses or just out and about. Still, you guys didn't have a specific label on yourselves.

You finished your makeup as you grabbed a purple flower claw clip and held your hair half way up. You applied a soft matte lipstick and changed into some blue low rise jeans and a white small crop top. Besides moving to Canada and meeting these new people, you still itched to change your life a little. What better idea to get your nipples pierced! You finished getting ready as you swopped a red bag onto your shoulder preparing your self for the pain you were gonna be put through right now.

You closed your car door shut as you were on your way to the tattoo shop. The closer you got, the more hotter your body temperature grew. You took the last sip of your Iced coffee and headed inside the shop. "Hey hun! Are you here with an appointment!" A fully tatted woman approached you. You nodded, "Yes! For y/n?" You questioned as her eyes scanned the computer on the front desk. "Yes I have you here! Alright are you ready?" You questioned as you nodded. She took you to a private room as you sat down on one of the high chairs in the room. You took a deep breath as she sanitized the metal. "Is this your first piercing?" She questioned as you shook your head. "This is my first!" You grinned as she slapped some gloves on. "Okay, just make sure to wear thin material clothing, Be careful on getting the jewelry caught on clothes, and clean then daily!" She explained as she walked over to you with a tray. "Go ahead and lift your top for me!" she said as she had the needle in one hand and the clamp on the other. You lifted your shirt up as you felt the cold air hit your exposed chest. You felt the sharp pain of the needle go through your nipples as you looked down to see the Jewelry already set.

"Oh wow that was quick!" You gasped as she smiled and handed you a mirror. You could just jump up and down. "Oh my gosh! Thank you so much!" You shrieked "Of course!" She smiled handing you a bag with a piercing solution.

You slammed the door shut as you were on your way back home. Arriving home you texted Hamzah to reassure him if he was still down to go out.

You changed into a more thin top as you waited for Hamzah to get here. You couldn't stop looking at the mirror. You took multiple pictures. You suddenly heard a knock on your door. You panicked and threw a hoodie over. You opened the door as Hamzah scanned your body. "Did you get a tattoo?" He questioned as he took your hand as you shook your head. "Okay- wait come inside!" You pulled him into your house as he closed the door behind him. "Okay, I was super itchy for a little different and I was scrolling on tiktok and that's what inspired me.." You said nervously, "Okayyyy" he dragged his word as you whipped your hair back. You slowly draped off the zip-up as the thin top revealed your freshly pierced nipples. His eyes glued to your chest as he threw his hand over you his mouth. "Oh my god.." He said cheesing behind his hands. "What do you think?" you asked as you turned to the mirror in your living room. "They honestly suit you" he said looking at you through the mirror. "Alright well that's it, let's get going now." You swooped your purse over your shoulder as he lifted his eyebrow. "Wait you can just show them?" Hamzah questioned as you giggled "Yes I can show them! Why wouldn't I?" You said checking your self out in the mirror. "Um- Okay, let’s go I guess" he said as his face was burning hot.

You finally made it to the crowded mall as you and Hamzah were In Aritzia looking for clothes for Mandy. You looked through dresses as you saw one that caught your eye, It was a silky back open grey dress as you ran to Hamzah. "This is the one!" You held the dress as he nodded "Do you think Mandy will like it?" He questioned "Are you serious? She'll love it!" You said looking through more dresses.

"Anything you like?" Hamzah questioned as you saw a dress that caught your eyes. "Oh wow!" Hamzah said as you pulled the dress out. It was a long black dress that was see through and different patterns. "Oh my god, I love this..." You said scanning your fingers through the different textures. "Take it" He said grabbing both dresses from you as you kept looking through tops and pants.

"Alright this is it" you said grabbing the dresses and skirts and bringing them over your shoulder. You walked to the register as you placed the clothes on the table. "Wait, I'll pay." He said pulling his card out. You shoved his hand down as he quickly tapped his card against the machine , "Hamzah!" You gasped as the lady handed you the bag, "Your welcome!" He grabbed the bag from you as he held your hand and walked out of the store. "Why would you do that?” You huffed “because why would I make you pay? Haven’t I already told you? What else do you want?” He looked all over the mall as you pointed to a record store.

Your fingers scanned through the vinyls, Hamzah couldn’t help but look at your red thong peeking out your pants as his cheeks were a soft pink.

“Are you guys looking for something in particular?” A voice came from behind him. “Uh nah, just looking.” Hamzah replied as the guy looked over to you, also checking the view out. “A fucking show…” the man licked his lips. Hamzah furrowed his eyebrows as a burning anger grew inside him. “What the fuck? You’re fucking weird bro. Get the fuck out my face dude.” Hamzah hissed as he grabbed your arm and made you storm out the store, “what-“ “this fucking dude kept staring at you, cmon” he huffed. “Just uh, look for another store baby” he said lowly as his arm wrapped around you. “Oh okay..” you replied.

“Hamzah, you probably spent hundreds! Just let me send it back!” You crossed your arms as he closed the door for you, “no y/n! It’s okay!” He turned to you as he placed his hand on your thigh. Hamzah had brought you to his house just to wrap Mandy’s gift and just to have your company he missed. Both arrived to his house as It was Just the cats waiting at the door. "Wow, you finally cleaned?" You teased as he rolled his eyes playfully "yeah, yeah whatever" he said placing your bags down on the couch. You took the box in where Mandy's dress was at as Hamzah handed you some wrapping paper, "I only have this one, I think It's fine right?" He said handing you blue paper. You perfectly wrapped around the box as you even decided to make a bow out of remaining scraps.

"Oh wow, it's perfect!" He took the gift placing it on the coffee table. He wrote his name down, You reached for your dress pulling it out of the bag. You were In love. You traced over the patterns as you imagined when and where you would wear. "Ya' like it?" He questioned as he closed the sharpie. You nodded placing it out on the couch, a sly smile creeped on your face. "I'm gonna try it on, If that's okay!" You looked over at Hamzah. His face blank, He looked down at the see through fabric. "Uh, yeah sure..." He cleared his throat as you yelped and ran to his room. He definitely thought you were gonna show him but he doubted it.

You carefully pulled off your shirt and pants as you slipped on the thin dress. You looked at the tall mirror as your body complimented the dress so well, as well as your new piercings. You decided to walk out and show Hamzah. That was the whole point anyways.

"Hamzah!" You sang as licked his lips. You peeked behind the living room as he turned towards you. You walked out fully and spun around to give him a full 360. His eyes fluttered scanning throughout your whole body. Eyes focusing more on your exposed boobs. You fixed your hair brining it to the front as your laced black panties hugged your ass so perfectly. "It's so nice" he said not taking his eyes off you at all. "It's so comfy honestly! Look feel it!" You said getting closer to Hamzah, Placing his hand on your waist. His fingers pinching the fabric as his pants seemed to be getting tighter. "Fuck, you look so good y/n..." He huffed as he couldn't help but grab your waist as your hands met his shoulders and touched his hair, "How will I ever thank you, hm?" You said lowly as his puppy eyes looked up at you and your perked up tits. "Show me how thankful you are then.." He groaned as you sat down on his lap. Face to face, "Your such a tease y/n." His hands cupped your ass as you yelped due to his needy grip. His lips grazed over yours as his lips crashed into yours. Your hands cupped his face. His tongue picking every taste from your mouth. Your face tilted as his hands roamed to your waist. "m'please- fuck, y/n...Need you..." He grunted in between kisses as you tugged at his shirt. Your lips parted as he swiped his shirt off. Your eyes sparkled, The gym was doing him justice.

"So- sexy." You groaned out as his lips trailed to your exposed neck. His hands were placed on your thigh. Your dress started to slip up to your waist exposing your red panties Hamzah has had his eyes on all night.

"Can I- off?" He said tugging your dress as your lips parted. You slowly slipped your dress off over your head, your tits were fully exposed as he practically drooled. His lips trailed down your neck as his hands were gripping your upper torso. You slowly began grinding on his crotch. The closer his mouth got to your perked tits the more you whined. His mouth carefully began sucking around your tits as you threw your head back trying your best not to be noisy. You couldn’t notice your self practically bouncing on him. You needed all of him already.

“Hamzah please! I want you!” You whimpered as he groaned, “m’kay” he huffed as he tapped your thigh, getting off his lap and helping him unbuckle his jeans. You were so needy your lips crashed into his again as you were on all floors next to him. You moaned in his mouth as his pants dropped at his ankles. Your hands rubbed against the huge tent upon his boxers. His hand sharply slapped your ass as your moan echoed in his mouth. Your hands shoved his boxers down aching for his cock that suddenly hit his stomach. Your hands wasted no time but slowly pumping his cock up and down slowly as his hips bucked suddenly. “Please y/n!” He whined as you slowly sat down on his lap. He moved your panties to the side as his tip of his cock rubbed against your pussy. You didn’t care how loud you were anymore. You just wanted Hamzah. He aligned himself to your entrance as you gasped. “Fuck your so tight-..” he grunted as you whined in his ear. He slowly pushed you down his length as his cock twitched in you. You began going up and down his member as his hands were glued to your waist following your motion. His hands slid down your ass firmly gripping on it. Your pace grew as you were fully wrapped around his cock.

“Fuck you feel so good baby” he whimpered as he slowly sucked on your tits again. You moaned in his ear as his hands traveled through your whole body.

Your hands gripped on his shoulders as your pace quickened, suddenly.

bzz, bzz, bzz.

Your heart stopped as you noticed Mandy was calling you. You stopped completely as Hamzah grunted. “Fuck..” you hissed as he whispered in your ear; “you better answer it.” He handed you the phone as he swiped across the phone. Your eyes widened suddenly as you snatched the phone from him.

“Y/n! Oh my gosh I need help.” Mandy asked through the phone as you exhaled. “Oh! Um, with what?” You asked. Hamzah’s hands slowly moved you up and down his cock again inpatient about you getting off the phone.

“Okay so I have this dress I wanna wear to the little birthday dinner we’re having tomorrow but I kinda wanna save it for Mexico!” She explained as Hamzah’s thumb rubbed against your clit. You bit your lip as you whined. “Mm- I…Fuck, I say Mexico!” You huffed as he smirked. “Are you okay?” Mandy questioned as Hamzah started slamming into you. Your hand gripped the phone and his shoulder so hard you practically left dents. You leaned over his shoulder trying not the expose the sudden slapping noise.

“Yeah! I’mmmm- im so good!” Your hand flew over your mouth as his cock went In and out if you. “Oh!- Mandy I gotta-.” Was all you said before ending the call urgently as you cried out his name. “Hamzah! Fuck!” You cried out loud as you felt yourself come all over his cock, “M’yes- fuck so good doll!” He grunted as your body folded against his as he slammed sloppier and faster into you. “So close, wait for me baby!” He moaned as he gripped your waist. You felt his warm cum spill fill you up as he groaned. You sat up as your lips met his. “You did so good baby-m” he said in between kisses. He picked you up from his lap as his cock sprung out of you as it ached. “Are you good?” He chuckled as you sighed, “I feel sore…” you whined as kissed your cheek placing you beside him. “I gotta a bath for two if your down?” He smirked as you nodded putting his t shirt on. “Hamzah- can you help?” You sighed as he giggled “are you serious?” He teased as you rolled your eyes “please! It’s not funny.” You pushed him as he grabbed you taking you to the bathroom.

You pulled his shirt off slowly as you slowly sunk down in the bathtub. He quickly joined you as you were In between his legs as bubbles floated around the warm water.

“I wish I could have gave you a try on haul” you sighed as your fingers hovered over the bubbles. “I thought you weren’t gonna show me in the fist place since the dress was see through” he chuckled, “I thought it was nice since you I was able to show my piercing! But it seemed like someone liked them a little too much..” you teased as he wrapped his arms around your waist tugging on you. “What can I say.” He smirked as he kissed your exposed neck.

There was a huge boundary holding you from asking the forbidden question. The “what are we” questioned. You seemed so deeply aware that you were 100% in love with him and so was he. Though. You had that restrain having you in choke hold.

You slipped In one of Hamzah's Pajama pants he had gave you and T-shirt. You climbed onto the bed with Hamzah as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You smiled as your eyes were quick to become heavy. You were quickly drifted to sleep. Hamzah looked down at you as your eyes were softly shut. He's never ever been with anyone like you, ever. He loved everything about you. He moved your hair behind your ear kissing your cheek softly.

"love you".

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adri's note: "yes smut" we all say in unison (I'm we), Also not spell-checked...

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Just Friends…

Jey Uso x Liv Morgan

warnings: hotel room sneaky links, 4am booty calls, ✨just friends✨ delusion, unclaimed but still STUFFED, face riding, possessive behavior, reckless mess, spitting (you know where), deep strokes & deeper denial, chairMAN position supremacy, filthy ear whispers, brat!Liv and unhinged!Jey energy, no cuddles just chaos, emotional damage in 4k, don’t read this in public unless you wanna blush and kick your feet — you’ve been warned!!! friends don’t do that energy off the charts. also not fully edited 🙃

my baby daddy: @spiicii

my fwbs 😩💕😌: @acknowledge-reigns @love4brutality @cheappop @maineventabbey @minteagalaxea @fearlesschimera

It was 4:03 a.m. when Jey heard the knock.

He didn’t even have to check the peephole—he already knew who it was. He leaned against the door frame for a second, letting himself enjoy the moment of anticipation before unlocking it and pulling the door open.

There she was.

Liv Morgan. In an oversized hoodie, shorts barely peeking out beneath it, messy blonde hair, and that same reckless look in her pretty blue eyes.

They didn’t say a word.

Jey grabbed her wrist and yanked her inside like he had been waiting all damn night. The door slammed shut behind her.

And before she could even take a breath, his mouth was on hers—hot, hungry, claiming. Liv let out the softest whimper as she pushed up onto her toes, wrapping her arms around his neck, melting into him like they’d done this a thousand times.

Because they had.

Friends, they called it. Just friends. Nothing serious.

But friends don’t come to each other’s hotel rooms at four in the morning. Friends don’t make each other forget how to breathe. A friend wouldn’t bend over to take consistent back shots from another one.

And a friend wouldn’t cum in another friend over and over again..

Jey groaned into her mouth, sliding his hands down the back of her thighs and lifting her effortlessly. Liv instinctively locked her legs around his waist as he carried her toward the bed.

She tugged at the collar of his shirt, breathless between kisses. “Tell me you don’t want me,” she whispered, taunting. “Lie to me.”

Jey laid her down on the mattress, hovering over her with that cocky little smirk that drove her crazy.

“I can’t,” he said, voice already dropping into that deep growl she liked so much. “You know I can’t, mama… I always want you.”

Jey didn’t waste a second. He grabbed the hem of her hoodie and yanked it up and over her head, tossing it somewhere across the room. His hands immediately found her bare skin, tracing her sides, palms rough as he worked her little shorts and panties down in one swift motion.

Liv laid there, breathing heavy, nothing but skin now, hair fanned out on the hotel sheets.

Jey stood at the edge of the bed, staring down at her like he was starving.

Liv smirked, propped herself up on her elbows, and curled her finger, giving him that little come here gesture—the one that always made him lose every ounce of self-control.

He groaned under his breath, jaw tightening.

And just like that, he pounced.

A blur of muscle and heat came crashing down on top of her like she was his lioness. His mouth was back on hers—desperate, messy, biting. His hands pinned her wrists to the bed as he slotted his body between her thighs, grinding down just enough to make her squirm.

Liv arched her back, moaning softly against his lips, already so slick for him.

Jey pulled back just enough to look at her, breathing heavy, lips glistening from kissing her so hard.

“You’re mine tonight,” he whispered in her ear. “You hear me, baby? All fuckin’ mine.”

She nodded without hesitation, breath catching in her throat.

Jey dragged his nose along her jaw, down her throat, breathing her perfume in. He moved down her body, slowly, just kissing and biting every inch of skin along the way—stomach, hips, thighs—until he settled between her legs.

Liv squirmed, biting her lip, already knowing what was coming. She reached for his hair, but Jey pinned her hips down with his strong hands.

“Nah,” he said, deep and dangerous. “Stay still for me, mama.”

And just like that, he buried his face in her pussy.

Liv gasped, throwing her head back as his tongue dragged through her pussy, lapping up every drop of arousal like a starved animal. He groaned into her, tongue circling that swollen clit, driving her wild.

He didn’t stop. Didn’t let up.

Jey feasted on her like he lived for it, like her pussy was the only thing keeping him alive.

Her thighs trembled. Her hands fisted the sheets. Her breathing grew faster, sharper.

“Jey—baby—fuck—” she choked out, arching up off the bed.

Jey held her tighter, spreading her open even more with his thumbs, tongue slipping deeper, nose pressed to her clit, sucking and licking until she shattered right there in his mouth.

Liv swore she could feel every single flick of his tongue. Every sloppy lick. Every sharp suck to her clit that made her hips jerk.

Jey pulled back just a little, just enough to spit right on her soaked pussy, groaning at the mess he was making of her.

“You feel that, baby?” he said, dragging two fingers through the wetness before licking them clean. “You taste like fucking heaven.”

Liv whimpered, back arching, already twitching beneath him.

But Jey wasn’t done.

Not even close.

He grabbed her hips in his big hands, manhandling her like she weighed nothing. Liv let out a little yelp as he flipped her effortlessly, dragging her up until her knees straddled his face.

“Ride it,” he growled, voice rough and commanding.

Her eyes fluttered shut as she let herself sink down on his mouth again, her hands bracing on the headboard, thighs trembling as she slowly started to grind on his tongue.

Jey groaned so deep it vibrated through her, sending shockwaves straight to her core.

He loved this—having his little personal fucktoy ride his face like she owned it. He dug his fingers into her ass, pulling her down harder, greedily sucking, lapping, spitting—filthy, messy, wet sounds filling the whole damn room.

Liv’s legs started to shake again. She was already so close, so fucking close—

“Jey… please… fuck, Jey—”

Jey slapped her ass, pulling back for half a breath.

“That’s right, mama,” his breath hot on her pussy. “Cum on my fuckin’ face… let me taste all of it.”

Liv couldn’t stop it if she tried. She came again right there on his tongue—hips stuttering, moaning so loud it echoed off the hotel walls.

Jey held her through it, groaning like he was the one coming, his hands smoothing up her back as she trembled on top of him.

But he wasn’t done.

Not even close.

He flipped her again, rolling her onto her back, kissing her breathless as he pushed his sweats down just enough to free himself—big and curved, already leaking for her.

Liv reached for him, but he caught her by the waist, pulling her up until she was straddling him again.

“Turn around,” he spoke against her shoulder.

Liv obeyed without a second thought, turning around, her bare back to his chest.

Jey sank back against the headboard, spreading his legs wider, dragging her hips down until she was seated right on his lap.

“Lean forward for me, baby,” he whispered, mouth brushing her ear.

Liv bit her lip, heart pounding as she leaned forward on shaky hands, presenting herself to him just like he wanted.

Jey groaned low in his chest, gripping her hips, guiding the thick head of his cock through her soaked folds.

“This right here…” he muttered, kissing down her spine, “this is my favorite fucking view.”

He pressed his hips up, sliding into her slow, inch by inch, until he bottomed out so deep it knocked the air right out of her lungs.

Liv’s mouth dropped open, her head falling forward, completely at his mercy.

And Jey?

Jey smiled, palms sliding up her back, gripping her waist like he owned her. He started to move beneath her—slow, deep rolls of his hips—letting her feel every thick inch drag along her sensitive walls.

Liv’s fingers clawed at her thighs, trying to steady herself, but he wasn’t giving her a second to catch her breath.

“You feel that, baby?” Jey said, dragging his mouth up her spine. “Feel how deep I am?”

Liv let out a breathy fuck as her body rocked with every grind of his hips.

Jey groaned low, gripping her tighter.

“So tight for me… so wet…” he growled. “Look at you… ridin’ this dick like it’s the only thing you need.”

He reached between them, circling her clit with his fingers, making her whole body jerk.

“That’s it, mama,” he whispered, his breath hot and filthy against her skin. “Take me… ride me… make this dick yours.”

Liv cried out, head dropping lower, back arching as her hips started to move on their own—grinding down, rolling her wet pussy against him, matching his rhythm.

Jey’s jaw clenched as he felt her clench down on him, felt her body start to tremble all over again.

“Yeah, that’s it… fuckin’ cum for me again, baby…”

He slapped her ass, grabbing two handfuls of it as he thrust up harder now, fucking her through the rhythm, chasing that tightness he felt every passing second.

She rode him until her thighs gave out—hips slowing, movements getting shaky—until she finally let herself collapse back against his chest, breathless and trembling.

Jey loved when she gave out like that. When she just melted on him, all used up but still needing more.

He wrapped one strong arm tight around her waist, the other sliding down between her thighs again, fingers slipping right back to her pussy.

“Mmm… there you go, mama…” he whispered, grinding up into her slow and deep, his fingers circling that sensitive nerve all over again.

Liv whimpered, arching her neck as his lips brushed her ear.

Jey smirked, knowing exactly what filthy things made her fall apart.

“You love this shit, don’t you?” he whispered darkly. “Love sneakin’ in my room… lettin’ me ruin this pretty little pussy every night… lettin’ me stretch you out till you can’t take no more…”

She moaned, clutching his thigh, her breath catching.

Jey licked his lips, pressing his mouth to her ear again.

“But we’re just friends, huh?” he rasped, dragging his teeth along her skin. “Friends can do this, right? Friends can sneak in at 4 a.m. and get their back blown out? Friends can let me fuck ‘em till they cry?”

Liv whimpered again, hips twitching, her body betraying every lie they told themselves.

Jey groaned, rutting up deeper, fingers working faster on her little nerve of hers.

“C’mon, baby… let go for me again… show me how bad you love bein’ just friends.”

Liv let out a shaky laugh, breathless and ruined, grinding back down on him just to tease.

“I love being just friends,” she whispered, biting her lip, throwing her head back on his shoulder. “Means you can fuck me… anytime I want.”

Jey’s breath hitched—his cock throbbed so hard inside her it made his hips jolt.

“Fuck…” he growled, gripping her tighter like she was gonna disappear.

That little mouth of hers always knew how to set him off. Always knew how to feed that possessive streak in him.

He loved how reckless she was. How she didn’t care about labels. Didn’t care about lines.

She gave herself to him completely—every single filthy, desperate part of her—without any strings.

And it drove him wild.

“You’re gonna fuckin’ kill me, mama…” he whispered darkly, dragging his tongue along her neck, sucking a deep, messy mark just below her ear.

“Always showin’ up drippin’ for me… lettin’ me take you any fuckin’ way I want…”

His hand dropped lower, pressing hard on her stomach like he needed her to feel how deep he was.

“Keep talkin’ that shit, baby… see how bad I fuck you tonight…”

He shifted beneath her, planting his feet on the mattress for more leverage—driving up into her harder now, deeper, slower, making her feel every single inch of him.

And Liv? She just laughed again, reaching back to grab his jaw, pulling him into the filthiest kiss yet.

Because just friends could do whatever the fuck they wanted.

The kiss broke, leaving both of them breathless, lips swollen, skin sticky with sweat.

But Jey wasn’t done.

Not even close.

He slid his hands under her thighs and lifted her like she weighed nothing, shifting her forward off his cock, making her whimper at the loss.

“Nah…” he rasped, catching her by the waist again. “Turn around, mama. Face me.”

Liv bit her lip, heart racing as she obeyed, swinging one leg over to straddle him, now chest-to-chest again.

Jey leaned back against the headboard, looking up at her like she was his favorite sin.

“Look at you…” he muttered, dragging his hands up her thighs, gripping her hips. “Ain’t nothin’ sweeter than this.”

Liv rocked her hips, teasing his length between her folds, smirking down at him.

“Tell me how much you want it, daddy…” she whispered, that bratty little edge back in her voice.

Jey moaned as her pussy teased his tip, gripping her ass hard enough to leave bruises.

“Baby, you already fuckin’ know.”

He lined himself up again, but didn’t move—waiting—letting her take control.

Liv leaned down, brushing her nose against his, eyes half-lidded, voice a breathy tease.

“Just friends…” she whispered again.

Jey gritted his teeth, hands shaking with how badly he wanted to pin her down and ruin her all over again.

But he let her tease him—let her drag it out—because that’s what made this game so damn addictive.

Liv smirked, loving the way he tensed beneath her, how his grip on her hips twitched every time she almost took him in.

She leaned down again, kissing the corner of his mouth, whispering soft and smug:

“Just friends, remember?”

That was it.

Jey snapped.

His hands shot up to the back of her neck and slammed her lips to his—teeth clashing, breath stolen—before gripping her hips and forcing her all the way down on his dick in one brutal, deep stroke.

Liv cried out, nails digging into his shoulders, eyes snapping wide as she was stuffed full without warning.

Jey growled against her mouth, biting her lip before pulling back, forehead pressed to hers.

“Keep fuckin’ playin’ with me, mama…” he hissed through gritted teeth. “Keep actin’ like this don’t mean nothin’…”

He slammed up into her again, rough, punishing, his hands gripping her so tight she couldn’t move if she tried.

“Friends don’t let me do this to em’… friends don’t let me fuck ‘em till they can’t fuckin’ walk…”

Liv moaned, breaking apart in his hands, her head falling back as he took his pleasure—driving up into her again and again like he was trying to prove a point.

“Say it again…” he growled, voice dark and wild. “Say we’re just friends while I fuck the life outta you.”

Liv’s head snapped back down, eyes fluttering, mouth trembling into a reckless grin.

“Just friends…” she whispered again.

Jey groaned deep in his chest, slamming up one more time, grinding all the way deep as his release hit him hard—spilling deep inside her with a choked growl, holding her down tight on every last drop.

Liv whimpered, collapsing into his chest, completely spent, bodies dripping with sweat, hearts pounding in sync.

For a minute… it was quiet.

Nothing but the sound of their breathing filling the hotel room.

Jey brushed his hand up and down her back, holding her a little longer than usual.

But eventually, she shifted, pulling herself off of him with a soft sigh, her legs shaking as she climbed out of bed.

He watched her move around the room, looking for her clothes, like she hadn’t just let him destroy her all over again.

“Hey,” he said, sitting up, rubbing the back of his neck. “Why don’t you just… stay over tonight?”

Liv paused, her hoodie halfway over her head.

She turned to look at him, biting her lip like she almost considered it.

But then she gave that same little smirk—the one that pissed him off and turned him on all at the same time.

“You know I can’t do that,” she whispered.

And before he could say another word, she grabbed her phone, blew him a kiss, and slipped right back out the door…

Just like she always did.

[itsrensfairygardenn]

what about dad bod art 😁😁

i feel like it was uneasy for him at first :( changing his lifestyle and letting himself be less strict about his diet and training habits is one thing, but actually seeing that his body changes? he got more insecure than ever, and obviously needed a lot of support and encouragement from his loved ones. and he was so easy to compliment — so pretty, relaxed and a bit disheveled, watching cartoons with lily in the pile of blankets and pillows in the living room (he made a pillow fort for her, and she was happier than ever).

once she fell asleep and he quietly got up, tiptoeing away to join you in the kitchen, your heart melt — he looked even soften in the dim lights, cheeks pink after staying wrapped in blankets for too long, hair sticking in all directions on the back of his head, making him resemble a hedgehog — it became sweetly familiar, seeing him letting himself be vulnerable and revealing the version of him that’d been sleeping somewhere inside him for months. softness of his belly couldn’t possibly make him unworthy of love — if anything, it made you love him thousands times more.

you didn’t push it, never said it aloud to avoid triggering him, and your subtleness was exactly the right medicine for him aching soul. once he stepped to the kitchen counter to make a snack for the two of you, it was natural for you to stick to his broad back like a magnet — your hands under his pajama shirt, rubbing his belly with such gentleness, that it could easily make him purr; your willingness to touch him was enough for him to understand, that you were always here for him, that you never stopped loving him and treating his body with adoration. he was so easily convinced that you love him no matter what, that he allowed himself to let go of every thing that still stopped him from living the life he dreamed of.

art definitely started doing more cooking! especially if you and lily are picky eaters — he’d eaten so many mushrooms, olives, onion and god knows how many other products that you leave on the edge of your plate after removing it from your meal, that he remembered every single one of your preferences and eating habits and started learning how to make perfect meals for you. i feel like he’s natural at cooking, even if it takes him so long to make a dish — he’s always taking his time, never in a rush, since he have all time in the world now. the result is absolutely worth it — his food tastes perfect, it’s hearty, lily loves it and even asks for a second helping (it makes tashi soo happy since it’s so hard to make lily eat enough), and art feels proud of himself </3

his new lifestyle affected his appearance in a way that he just stopped caring about things that, in his opinion, don’t make much sense anymore. his hair got longer? well, it doesn’t matter, plus you say that he looks younger with the curls. various outfits? who needs it? definitely not him — he just buys good expensive clothes and wears them until there’s a hole or tomato sauce stain that won't come off; after that these clothes go to the category of clothes he wears at home or can wear outside if he’s having a quick ride to the store or to get some junk food in the middle of the night </3 art donaldson was spotted ordering nuggets and a large pepsi, wearing ‘the best dad’ t-shirt and quite possibly having his girlfriend on his phone to ask her if she wants a milkshake; but art isn’t on social media, so he has no idea that the internet calls him a chill guy (he’ll blush up to his ears once you show him a pic of him posted on twitter, but he’ll giggle anyway)

[angel-writes-skz-here]

School Girl Crush

Non idol!Felix x AFAB! Reader Synopsis: Felix needs help in Spanish, or does he he just want to get you alone? Warnings: SMUT! Fingering, oral (both receiving) unprotected p in v, small bit of darcryphilia, creampie? Pet names (Baby, slut, etc), public sex. A/N:This gif gave me the idea for this fic. I don't know who made it, so if anyone does plz let me know so i can give credit. I apologize for any bad Spanish, I used google translate. Comment to be added to my taglist✨ I hope you loves enjoy. Requests are OPEN - just slow

Felix watched as she meandered the halls, stopping at her locker, talking to her friends at lunch, the way her skirt swayed when her hips moved side to side as she walked, he watched her like a hawk, but y/n? She tried convincing herself she didn't care.

Felix is no good, that’s all she’s ever been told. She’d made it a point to avoid him whenever possible. Not sitting by him in the classes they shared if possible, hardly, if ever, looking his direction if she could help it, not even getting involved with his friends. She knew he was undeniably cute, almost every girl in school wanted him, but she knew he was bad news, or that’s what she had been told when she transferred.

The first day of Spanish class he was late, per usual, but the only seat open was one next to y/n. That day he really got a good look at her and noticed the way the light caught her cheek bones, the soft curve of her jaw and the way she looked when she was deep in thought, let’s just say there were many times he would convince himself she thought of him; thought of him naked.

It was weeks of obvious glances, one’s y/n was sure that if she ignored them, he’d get the picture, but what she didn’t know, Felix is a persistent guy especially when he wants something.

When pining quietly didn’t work, Felix resorted to more cruel ways of getting y/n’s attention. Knocking her pencil off her desk so she would have to bend over and pick up, giving him an obvious view of either her chest or ass. He would pick on her, calling her names like 4 eyes due to her glasses, or mocking her by calling her sweetheart, baby, or some other nickname that would, for better or worse, make her blush. But it wasn’t for the reasons most thought, no, she liked it. She liked everything he did, despite herself and better judgment. She liked having his attention. That’s why she tried to stay away from him, but he was making it so damn hard.

“So sweetheart, what’d you get for number 5?” he whispers during a Spanish test. Y/n shoots him a death glare, the color of her eyes making his mouth slightly dry. God she’s perfect. You put your eyes back on your paper to finish your test.

You get up to take your test to the teacher, your ass unintentionally being in his face and Felix bites his lip at the proximity, wondering how it would giggle if he were so smack it and leave behind his handprint. He seen the teacher’s desk and the thought of bending her over it enters his mind. How good her pussy would feel clenching around his hard cock; the image so real Felix swore he could feel it. He could feel it, what the naughty thoughts were doing to him. He watched her walk back, the way her tits bounce of so slightly underneath the white top she’s wearing. She swings her hips around to sit back down in her desk, Felix’s staring more than obvious. You try ignoring it, tapping your pencil against your desk, but Felix watches you like a lion on the hunt, and notices the pink tint on your cheeks once you catch him looking at you. He watches as you adjust in your seat. Before he realizes it the bell rings, signaling the end of class. You gather your things in haste and dash out of the room. He hadn’t finished the test, so he leaves it on his desk and chases out after you.

He notices you speed walking to the doors that lead to the courtyard, and though his class is at the other end of campus, he’s following you.

“Baby girl,” you hear the aussie drawl. You ignore it.

“Sweetheart,” he sings knowing you can hear him. He jogs up to you, cutting you off.

“Oh light of my life,” he smirks. You look up into his dark eyes, the sun catching them at just the right angle. You huff.

“What Felix?” the way his name rolls off your tongue makes him shiver with delight.

“Mm, say it again,” he teases with his signature grin.

“I don’t have time for this,” you put your hand up to push past him, but he catches it.

“Let me go,” your voice comes out shaky, the contact making you blush.

“Aww, why? I thought we were having fun,” he fake pouts.

You try to pull away but it’s no use, his grip is tight, and your mind can’t help but what wonder what his hands would feel like around your throat, the thought causing heat to rush between your legs.

“What do you want?” you snap not able to look him in the eye.

“I need a tutor. I’m failing Spanish,” he begins and you can’t help but giggle.

“What’s so funny?”

“If you’d actually pay attention in class, you’d realize how easy it is.”

It’s not that Felix couldn’t do it, when he did pay attention, he got it instantly. He knew more than he let on, but he also knew that keeping his eyes off you was hard. Those tight tops, short skirts, that tie that he could use to pull you to him like a leash, his mind is what had him failing, not his capability.

“Well, when I have such a cute classmate it’s hard.” He winks at the innuendo. You quirk a brow until your eyes travel down, noticing the outline that has you snapping your eyes back up, a pink tint spreading down your neck from your cheeks. Felix backs you up against the wall just outside the doors.

“See what you do to me, princess? I’d be passing Spanish if it wasn’t for your slutty little skirts and knee-high socks.” He purrs in your ear. His voice deep despite the angelic appearance he holds.

“It’s-it’s the uniform, I,” you wiggle against his body and the brick behind you.

“Shhh, it’s ok, baby. I won’t tell you anyone you wear it for me,” you can hear the smirk in his velvety smooth voice.

“What do you say, y/n?” The way your name flicks off the end of his tongue should be a sin.

“Tutor me? If you tutor me, I can promise payment.” He smirks.

“I don’t want your money,” you scoff as he lets you push him aside.

“I didn’t say it’d be in money. I’m more of a, “let me show you how thankful I am,” kind of man.” You furrow your brow. He laughs lowly at your confused face.

“I hope you never figure out another thing again. That sweet innocent face,” he brushes your cheek with his thumb just before you turn away from him. Your knees feel weak, your pulse is sky high, and you’re doing everything in your power to not give in to his tempting ways.

“Please, y/n? I really need the help. I’ll stop picking on you, I swear. I’ll leave you alone.” He puts his right hand in the air like he’s swearing an oath. You sigh heavily but the way he looks at you, eyes vulnerable, you find yourself agreeing to him.

“Ok, ok fine. Meet me in Mr. Perez’s room after school. If you don’t show up by 3:15 I’m going home. Understood?”

“Yes ma’am,” his deep voice confirms and you could swear you felt a wet a spot in your panties. You purse your lips and nod, headed off into the direction of your last class of the day.

The last class you have is history, but truth be told your stomach is in knots and you can’t pay attention to anything the teacher is talking about. You’re too focused on the way Felix’s bright smile lingers in your memory, the way his plush lips brushed your ear before class, the way his fingers, long and nimble grabbed onto your wrist. You wondered what they’d feel like, what he feels like. You can feel your face heating up and all too soon, the bell rings dismissing class for the day.

The walk across campus is too short, your knees are like jello the whole way, your heart is going ninety miles an hour and have to take a few deep breaths to steady your nerves. Why was this something you were anxiously excited for? Only time would tell.

You enter the classroom, at 3 pm sharp, and Felix, as you suspected is no where to be found. You say hello to Mr. Perez letting him know Felix asked for a little extra help. He informs you he has a meeting to get to, and you nod.

“No problem. I don’t anticipate us being here for more than an hour. If that,” you smile politely and your teacher walks out. Right behind him is Felix, early for once in his life. His cheeks are slightly rosy and his hair is damp, little bits of water dripping onto his uniform shirt.

“What happened to you?”

“Gym, but I washed off,” he immediately informs you. You nod with raised brows, trying to feign interest. Felix shuts the door behind him and you quirk your brow.

“What? It’s noisy out there.” He defends.

“Just get your text book out.” You say as you set your things down to retrieve your own. You begin to copy a problem out of the book onto the board, but Felix’s eyes go straight to your ass. It’s plump, round underneath your skirt, he watches the way it skates over the backs of your thighs, like it’s silently begging to be pulled up.

He can already feel it again, the growing length in his pants. He’s got you alone, in that uniform, with said desk from the earlier fantasy, and he was trying to keep himself together.

“Ok, translate this sentence.” You say holding your book to your chest before walking over to him with the dry erase marker in hand. You hop onto the teacher’s desk as he begins to study the sentence.

“María quería que yo se lo diera.” His deep voice reads aloud.

“Mary,” he begins hesitantly, “wanted me,” he says casting his eyes to you and you nod, “to give it to her?” he asks. You nod your head in approval.

“Good job, Felix.” He smiles, a real genuine smile, not the normal cocky asshole smile he sports when talking to you.

Truth be told, Felix knew what it said, but he had to act like he was struggling or you’d leave. And he wouldn’t get to thank you. You walk over to the board writing another sentence for him.

“Los muchachos dijeron que ellos nos lo darían hoy.” He reads.

“The boys,” he says sure of himself, “said that they would,” he takes a moment to think, “give it to us today?” he looks to you once more for approval.

“Great job, I thought you said you needed help.” You quirk a brow as you hop down from the desk and erase the sentence. You’re erasing the board when you feel the heat from his body come up behind you. His lips are pressed gently against your ear and your body freezes as his hands find your waist.

“Mi amor, quiero besar tus labios.” (My love, I want to kiss your lips.)

You gulp at his words. You can’t move. He chuckles in your ear. His fingers let go of your waist and he steps back as if he didn’t just say anything at all.

“Let’s just work from the book,” you say nervously. You stand over at the teachers desk with your book, Felix all too close. You're flipping through the pages trying to find something harder for him to work on.

“Eres hermosa,”  (you’re beautiful) he whispers in your ear. You gasp as he places a kiss to your cheek.

“Felix, focus on the lesson at hand,” you squirm away from him and he peers at the book. You manage to look down and catch sight of his cock in his pants, the outline obvious even in the dark pants. He glances over at you and notices your staring. When you realize he’s caught you, you clear your throat and walk to your backpack.

“Y/n,” he says as he follows you, stopping behind you, hands back on your hips, crotch pressed into your backside. Its hard, long, and what you can’t see is how bad it’s leaking.

“If you aren’t going to focus we don’t need to do this.” You state as you turn around, breath hitching at how close he really is to you. He looks you up and down licking his lips. Before you can push him away, his lips are on yours, hard and quick. You jump in surprise, but he puts his arms around your torso holding you closer to him.

“God you taste so good,” he praises against your mouth. He feels it, the way you’re holding back, not kissing him or giving into the desire’s he swears he can pull out of you. You can't help but taste the mint flavored gum you assume he'd been chewing. He’s pulling his lips away when your fingers curl into his shirt and you pull him to you, a mix of tongues, lips and teeth. You moan into his mouth as his hands move from your back to the buttons on your shirt.

“Felix,” you mutter against his lips. He pulls you over to the desk helping you hop onto it.

“Felix,” you breathe out but he’s undoing the buttons on your blouse, exposing your bra to him.

“What if someone see’s us,” you gasp and he rolls his eyes.

“Chill, baby.” He licks a stripe up your neck.

“Want me to lock the door?” he asks peering into your eyes. You nod sheepishly. You should tell him not to. That there’s no need because nothing is going to happen, but both of you would know that’s a lie.

He locks the door, even putting the little safety blind down.

“Now no one can see you but me,” he rasps as he walks back over to you, connecting your lips and sliding the shirt down your arms, leaving the tie around your neck. Your bra is quickly discarded and once your tits are free, he moans at the sight.

“Fuck, pretty and smart. God baby,” he sighs before his lips connect to your neck, thumbs brushing over your nipples.

“Lix,” you whimper as the waves of pleasure are sent to your core.

“Mm, say my name again,” he chuckles.

“Felix,” you wiggle beneath him as he begins to kiss down your chest, flicking over your nipple with his tongue before gently wrapping his lips around it to suck your tit gently. Your hands thread through his hair, gently tugging as your eyes close. His own eyes flutter closed as he worships your chest, his hand coming up to tease the other. You gasp as your head is thrown back. You let out a guttural moan.

“Shh, baby, gotta be quiet, don’t wanna get caught.” He teases. You bite your lip as he kisses down your stomach. You lift your hips and he pulls your panties down, flipping up your skirt.

“Fuck you’re gonna feel so good,” he moans as he bends down in front of you. You chew on your lip as he leans forward, his tongue flicking out to taste you. He groans at the taste of your arousal on his tongue.

“I knew you tasted good,” he mutters to himself before diving in, tongue circling over your clit. On instinct you push his head further into your heat, he chuckles against you and takes your ankles, forcing your legs to bend as he sets your feet on the desk. Your back falls down against the hardwood.

“Sabes deliciosa,” (You taste Delicious) he purrs against you. Your head is spinning, the realization of what all this was actually for occurs you way too late.

“Ah, fuck Felix,” your face scrunches as he adds a finger, slowly pumping it in and out of your wet hole.

“Fuck, holy shit,” you gasp as your hips begin to roll with his movements. His finger curls hitting the spot inside of you that has you desperately wanting to scream his name.

His mouth detaches from you for a minute, as he uses your tie to pull you up to his face.

“Look at me when you cum,” he commands, his knuckles white from he grip he has on your tie, as if he's the one who needs to be grounded. Your breathing is turning into gasps as you feel the coil in your stomach tightening, your heart rate climbing and your body wanting to go rigid.

“Felix,” you whimper as your eyes shut on instinct, hips rocking against his hand.

“Ah,” he stills his hand and your eyes slam open meeting his dark brown ones.

“Eyes here, pretty girl,” he says in his deep tone, moving his forehead to yours. You whine, your right hand holding onto his arm, the left bracing against the edge of the desk. Your mouth falls open as your orgasm crashes into you heavy and hard.

“Felix,” you moan as you force your eyes open. He pumps his fingers helping you ride out the high, foreheads together. Once the aftershocks hit, your eyes close as you compose yourself, and Felix removes his finger licking and sucking it clean. He sits down in the teacher’s chair and looks at you, mesmerized.

After a brief moment you find yourself falling to your knees in front of him. Your hands go to his pants, undoing them and he slides his shirt and tie off, revealing his abs. Your hands freeze as you stare at his toned stomach. He chuckles at your mesmerized state. You stand up, and kiss his lips passionately. His hands go to your bare torso to hold you.

“Who knew you were hiding all this under your uniform,” you smirk before your lips go to his neck. You kiss your way back down to your knees, licking over his abs and worshiping them with your mouth, feeling his muscles tense with every stroke of your wet tongue. You smirk to your self as you let your teeth graze him in your wake, kissing down to his pelvis, nipping at his hips.

You a suck a purple mark onto his right hip, a mark easily hidden, but also easily felt as he gasps and groans at the harsh way your mouth marks him.

“Possesive huh?” he drawls, attitude something between cocky and satisfied.

“Territorial,” you smirk up at him before pulling his pants down. You suck your bottom lip between your teeth as you stare at his bulge, running a single manicured finger over it, noticing a small twitch. You giggle to yourself at his body, the way he plays it so cool when it’s obvious he’s so desperate.

“You gonna tease me or are you gonna make me cum down that pretty little throat like the slut you are?” He smirks, masking his impatience to feel your mouth wrapped around him.

You pull his underwear down, his cock springing free. It’s red, leaking and oh so ready to be used. You lick your lips, the desire to taste him growing. You look up at him, eyes big and innocent and he groans again.

You take his cock in your hand, pumping it a few times, spreading the precum over him with your thumb teasing his slit a little.

“Fuck,” he breathes. His head falls back and you lick a stripe up the bottom of his shaft before wrapping your lips around the head, swirling your tongue moaning at the taste. Felix’s hand grips into your hair, not to force or push you down, but to anchor himself to something.

You slowy sink your head down, the sounds he makes causing your thighs to rub together. The wet sound of him in your mouth a beautiful symphony with the sounds falling from his lips.

“Y/n,” he whimpers as your nose touches his pelvis, his cock ticking the back of your throat. Felix’s eyes squeeze shut at the overwhelming pleasure.

“So wet,” he groans as you raise your head up only to descend once more, finding a steady rhythm.

“Fuck, keep going, feels so fucking good,” he moans, an arm going over his mouth to keep himself quiet. His hips lift off the chair, causing a slight gagging sound.

“Fuck that’s hot,” he says as he looks down, noticing your eyes watering and a tear escaping.

“Cry on my dick, baby. Such a good girl,” he grunts as he repeats his actions, forcing another gag from your throat.

“So pretty when you cry for me,” he takes a thumb wipes away the tear, sucking it into this mouth. Your tongue swirls around the head of his cock, and he arches his back off the chair with a moan.

“Fuck, i’m gonna cum, baby.” He says as he can feel the orgasm building.

“Mmf, don’t stop, don’t stop,” he mutters as you see his face scrunch and his cock twitch in your mouth. You feel his hot load squirting down the back of your throat. His arm is over his mouth, keeping himself quiet as he moans into it, his nose scrunched and eyes screwed shut.

You pull your mouth off him, allowing him a moment to collect himself.

“Fuck that was so good,” he breathes as his chest rises and falls. He stands up, kissing you as he puts your back against the desk, standing between your legs. His fingers trace your folds.

“Fuck again? Hearing me do this to you, baby girl?” He asks and you whimper into his mouth tongues dancing together.

“Just fuck me already,” you whimper.

“Mm,” he chuckles against you.

“Someone needs to remember her manners.”

“Please Felix, i need you. I want you. Fill me,” you whisper as you turn your head and your right hand splays over his cheek and jaw.

Felix’s hand goes down his length, all ready getting hard again from your begging, he pumps himself a time or two.

“I don’t have condom,” he says pulling away from your lips. You shrug.

“Raw, next question.” You joke and he smiles. He pulls you down, bending you over the side of the desk.

“Fuck,” you breathe as he allows you a brief moment to adjust. He feels your hips attempt to rock, and he smirks. He stills your hips, grabbing a hand full of your hair for leverage and drills his hips into yours. Your face is pressed onto the desk, the shelving and books and things at the back of the classroom in your vision. You screw your eyes shut, another orgasm quickly on the brink of explosion.

“Fuck, harder,” you beg as your hips try to force themselves backwards against him. You whine as you rest your forehead on your arm, breath in your face as it hits the desk right below you. Felix groans as your walls flutter around him like a vice.

“Fuck,” you squeak out as his fingers come around your body to rub tight circles on your clit. Your body begins to stiffen, heart rate speeding up, and breathing becoming gasps for air as your orgasm hits once more, your walls sucking him in as he fucks into you harder, helping you drink up every bit of pleasure available to you. As you shake against the desk, Felix’s thrust's get sloppier, his own high crashing into him as he slumps his body over yours slightly, giving you everything he has.

The two of you are naked, sweat covered and exhausted. Once the two of you are are able to breathe normally again, Felix hears voices down the hall.

“Shit!” he curses as he pulls out of you quickly.

“Get dressed!” He tosses your clothes to you, both of you quickly, and messily, getting dressed before sitting down in the desks beside each other.

“So how would you say that in Spanish?” you ask trying to act as if you’re still studying once the teacher opens the door.

“eso fue asombroso,” (that was amazing) he smirks at you. You blush, glancing at the teacher who’s completely oblivious to you as he works on his computer.

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Touch

Pairing: Seth Rollins x Reader

Summary: (Name) and Seth are in his dressing room and she can’t keep her hands off of him. He loves it.

Trigger/Content Warning(s): this is filth, smut, rough sex, piv sex, fingering, oral sex (make receiving) deep throat, gagging, finger sucking, dirty talk, degradation/humiliation, praise, use of the title Messiah in a sexual way, (is this blasphemous, I don’t care), Dom/sub, semi-public sex, cum play/eating

Word Count: 4000 (I might have been truly inspired by this idea, my hands ran away with me)

A/N: I love you for this request, I hope you like what I did with it. Seth is truly filthy inspiration. Also to the anon who requested the Randy Orton fic, I am still working on it, don’t worry, this one just ran away with me first.

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(Name) didn’t know what it was about Seth that turned her knees to jello. Maybe it was the way he held himself along with his good looks. His body was sculpted by the gods to go with a handsome face. He took care of himself too.

His long hand and beard were always clean and well groomed.

And the way he tended to dress in and out of the ring would put most runways to shame.

He wasn’t afraid to wear bright colors and patterns.

But tonight...he was in black.

His long hair was tied back.

His tan torso teasing her and glistening with both oil and sweat.

She couldn’t control herself. The second she saw him in that gear her eyes wandered his body, focusing on the onpenneas of the jacket. The way it hung exposed his chest and abs earning the most appreciation from her.

Seth knew what he did to her as well. He could always tell when he was affecting her more than usual.

But tonight seemed to be even more intense. Like she was a volcano waiting to explode. Her lust rumbling just below the surface.

He noticed every time he would shift her eyes would follow him. Almost like a predator stalking their prey.

But they both knew who was the dominant one in their relationship.

Whenever she got the chance her hands were all over him. Wrapping her arms around one of his. Trailing her fingers along his abs absentmindedly as they talked with his arm over her shoulders. Setting her hands on his shoulders and rubbing his chest when she faced him.

He was relishing in the near worship she was bestowing on him.

“Something on your mind, gorgeous?” He asked when her hands landed on the bare part of his chest again.

(Name) blushed and looked down a bit shy. She had done so many things with him before but every time he made her say what she was thinking or wanted she froze.

Which only made Seth’s smirk widen. He gently took her chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting her head up. The smooth feeling of his black leather gloves making her practically shake. It was even more erotic than she could process.

“Come on, talk to me Princess,” He purred.

They were alone in his dressing room. She knew that. But they were still backstage at Raw. People they both worked with were right outside the door.

“Seth…” she squealed.

“Hmm, that doesn’t sound like the right name, does it, sweetheart?” He said, voice low causing a shiver to run down her spine once more.

“Daddy,” She whined, “I can't…”

“Yes you can,” He said, “Tell me what you want and you can have everything.”

She knew that it would be easier to show him what she wanted. She began to run her hands along his torso again, slipping under the open jacket a bit. She leaned in and began to kiss along his collarbone and neck. Doing her best to convey what she wanted.

Seth smirked, she was always so tactile. He loved it. His gloved hands were back on her hips gripping them firmly.

She began to kiss down his chest. Her hands caressing his abs. She moaned softly against his skin.

Finally she looked up at him, her eyes sultry. She bit her lower lip as he looked down at her. She could tell that her actions were having an effect on him. The way his bulge was straining against his tight pants. One of her soft, skilled hands lowered to grope his cock through them.

“Let me be a good girl for you...please give me permission to worship you...My Messiah,” she breathed.

The effect of her words was instantaneous. One of his hands moved to cradle the back of her head while the other wrapped around her waist. He yanked her closer, forcing her body to be flush with his while crashing his lips to hers.

She moaned and continued to rub him through his pants. She could hardly control her hands as she kissed him. One hand moving to hold the back of his neck while she jerked him tad best she could over his clothes. He groaned into her mouth.

He broke the kiss and looked at her, her eyes heavy lidded and needy. He traced her jaw with his gloved fingers and smirked at how she shivered.

“Open,” He ordered as his fingers traced over her lips.

She was quick to obey. He slipped two of his fingers into her mouth and rubbed them over her tongue. The taste of the gloves made her whimper. She closed her lips around his fingers and sucked on them moaning as she did.

Seth grinned, the look dark and predatory. And it nearly made her knees buckle. Her cheeks were flushed dark as she didn’t what he wanted her to do.

“Undo my pants and pull me out, stroke me,” He ordered her.

(Name) moaned and nodded around his fingers. She undid his gear pants with slightly shaking hands. She got them open enough to pull his cock out of them. He was hard and ready for her touch.

She wrapped her hand around him and began to stroke him while sucking his fingers. Seth let out a groan, his eyes blazing into hers.

“Good girl...that’s it...this is how you worship me right? By doing everything I say, by being a good girl for me.” He growled.

He pressed his fingers further into her mouth making her gag slightly. A moan leaking out afterwards.

Her hand kept working his cock how he liked, even with how lightheaded this whole interaction was making her.

He pulled his fingers from her mouth making her whine at their loss. He gripped her chin with that same hand, keeping her mouth open when he squeezed it just so.

“Get on your knees and worship me,” He ordered her.

“Yes sir,” she breathed.

Seth quickly moved his hand to grip her neck, no pressure just holding it, a show of dominance that made her want to beg him for more.

“What was that name?” He asked her darkly.

“I’m sorry, My Messiah, I’ll be good,” she whimpered.

“Get on your knees and suck my cock like the good little worshipper I know you can be,” He ordered her.

They didn’t really play like this often before and neither wanted to stop. She dropped to her knees eager when he let go of her neck. She quickly leaned in and took him into her mouth. No hesitation. No cares that the door wasn’t locked. That it would be all too easy for someone to walk in and see her worshipping Seth’s cock like a whore...devout worshiper.

In fact that seemed to make her wetter when she focused on it.

Seth for his part groaned while looking down at her. She was a strong and confident woman, a skilled wrestler...yet she so eagerly dropped to her knees to submit to him.

“That’s it...suck my dick, sweetheart, you like how it tastes don't you?” He growled, “You’re my most loyal worshipper aren’t you?”

She moaned while bobbing her head, her bright eyes locked on his handsome face. There was something about the power he exuded in these moments that made her willing to submit to him in every single way he asked for.

And he always rewarded her for her worship and submission.

“Come on, Princess, you can take more, can’t you? I know you can.” He purred.

She bobbed her head more, taking him deeper into her mouth, the tip teasing at the entrance to her throat. Before he had to tell her she pressed herself down more and took him to the base, gagging and moaning all at once.

The growling groan he let out hit her between the legs. It was perfect.

She pulled off just enough to get some air before she pressed herself back down. Doing her best to tease him with her tongue when she wasn’t deep throating him. He loved the sounds she made when she sucked his dick like this.

It made his head spin.

She was far too good with her mouth. Good on the mic, in the ring, and on her knees. She was perfect.

He let her repeat the actions a couple more times before he grasped her hair to urge her off of it.

“I’m not cumming down your throat right now, you wanna worship me properly you know that I get to feel that cunt cumming on my cock,” He growled.

(Name) nodded like a bobble head, “Yes My Messiah,” she whimpered.

“Stand and strip,” He ordered her.

“Yes My Messiah,” She said obediently.

He was merciful and helped her to stand. But he crossed his arms and stepped back to allow her to remove her own clothes. She bent to take off her boots before tossing them to the side. She made quick work of her dress, she hadn’t had a match scheduled tonight so she wasn’t wearing her gear. So seeing Seth in his whole she wasn’t in hers had definitely heightened her desires.

She tossed the dress aside and looked at Seth to check if he wanted her fully nude yet or not. By the dark look in his eyes she knew that he did. She undid the front hook on her bra and tossed it aside with her dress. Then her panties joined the pile of clothes.

She stood in front of him now, naked and presented to him. Her hands behind her back in the proper position.

“Good girl,” he praised, “Always so obedient.”

“Only for you, Messiah,” She said coyly.

“That’s right, only for me,” He said stepping forward.

He brought his gloved hand up again and tapped her lips once more with his first two fingers. That was all the instruction she needed to let her mouth fall open for him. The smirk that brought to Seth’s face made her shiver. The way he was looking at her right now as though he wanted to devour her...it made her mind fuzzy in the best of ways.

He pressed his fingers back inside of her mouth and she eagerly began to suck them like she had his dick only a few minutes ago.

She swirled her tongue over the digest. She knew that based on his gloves he might not be able to feel much of what she was doing. But that didn’t matter. It was the control, the submission...the worship that got them both off in this situation.

He began to move his fingers a bit in her mouth. Dragging them over her eager tongue. Pressing as deep as possible to make her gag before going back to letting her suck on them. He did it again.

Dragging his fingers over her tongue.

Pressing them deep until she gagged, holding them just a second or two longer than before.

Then pulling them back so she could continue sucking them.

Then he did it all over again. She never knew when he was going to and that only served to make her wetter. The entire time his dark brown eyes seemed almost black with lust, heated like coal, as he stared at her.

Watching her.

Taking in every movement of her mouth. The drool that gathered in the corners of her mouth and dribbled down her chin every time he pressed his fingers deep again. Dropping onto her breasts as he kept up the actions.

Soon he added his voice to the mix.

“That’s it Princess, you’re doing so well, sucking my fingers like that.”

“You look so good when you gag...c’mon give me another one…”

“This mouth belongs to me, doesn’t it?”

She nodded around his fingers moaning. He pulled them out and gripped her chin again.

“Doesn’t it?” He asked.

“Yes My Messiah!” She exclaimed breathlessly.

“This pussy does too, doesn’t it?” He asked and moved his hand from her chin while nudging her legs further apart with his foot.

He trailed the gloved fingers that she had just coated in her spit while sucking them along her wet and sensitive slit. He grinned and stroked her again. Slipping between her lower lips to tease her already quivering hope. He could tell she was wet by how easily his fingers could slip along her.

Her breaths were coming in in soft pants while he teased her. She had moved her hands to rear against his chest for balance.

“You’ve been wet all night haven’t you?” He asked while licking his lower lip, “I make you this wet?”

“Yes Messiah...only you…” she whimpered.

“And then I didn’t touch you until now...have you been suffering all night, too horny to think?” He cooed cruelly.

She nodded and whined, “Yes Messiah.”

“But you had to earn my touch didn’t you? Had to prove you were worthy enough, by worshipping me properly, right?” He asked, teasing her entrance with the tip of his fingers again.

“Yes Messiah…” she wanted to ask him to finger her, to give her some relief.

But she just bit her lip. Asking for what she wanted always made her shy, even when she’d just had his dick then fingers in her mouth sucking them like a degenerate.

“C’mon now, Princess, be a good girl and tell me what you want,” He cooed.

“Nnnn...please..” She squeaked as he teased her hole again, before using his thumb to rub her clit.

“Please what? Does my loyal worshipper want a reward?” He purred his dark eyes knowing.

She nodded shyly, her hands clenched into fists now, against his bare chest.

“Be a good girl and ask me for it, or I’ll stop and you won’t get to touch me or have me touch you for the rest of the night,” he said sternly.

“P-Please Messiah...please...can...can I…” she whimpered as he teased her again, his thumb adding more pressure to her clit.

“Speak up or I won’t even let you touch yourself!” Seth warned her.

The deep timbre of his voice at that moment had her shaking. Finally she managed to squeak out what he wanted from her.

“C-Can I have my reward, Messiah, please, I’ve been such a good girl for you...I worshipped your cock and your fingers just how you like…” She gasped, “Can I please have your fingers as a reward, Messiah?!”

The darkness of his grin should be scary, but (Name) loves it. He slipped those two fingers into her soaking channel easily. The feeling of the gloved digits was intense. It was dirty. It was perfect.

“Thank you My Messiah!” She moaned.

He hadn’t even moved his fingers yet and it was almost too much. The first crook he gave them had her knees almost buckling.

Seth just laughed and leaned in to rest his forehead against hers. His eyes bored into hers.

He began to leisurely finger her. Proving his ownership of her with every movement. For her part (Name) just moaned, her eyes watery with pleasures tears.

He sped his fingers up briefly to make her moan more before slowing them down again. Not letting her get too used to a pace and risk ruining the fun too soon.

She was gripping his jacket now, body shaking as he rewarded her with his fingers.

“Thank you Messiah! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” She moaned over and over.

Seth worked her up towards and orgasm and kept her there, teetering on the edge. She wouldn’t cum without permission. She knew better. When they were like this her every orgasm or moment of pleasure belonged to him.

“You wanna cum?” He asked her darkly.

“Y-Yes Messiah...m...may I?” She asked.

“Not yet, you gotta take my cock in this perfect little pussy before I let you cum,” he said, “Do you understand me?”

“Yes Messiah…” She whined, the way he curled his fingers and rubbed her clit made it hard to keep control but she did as he told her.

She was a devout worshiper. She knew how to behave.

He fingered her for a few minutes more, turning her reward into a delicious torment.

He slowed his fingers to a stop when her thighs began to shake. He gently pecked her lips. But even that felt like torment.

“Get over there and bend over the arm of the couch, present yourself for me,” He ordered her.

“Yes My Messiah!” She squeaked.

He slipped his fingers out of her and sucked his middle finger clean. He pulled it out of his mouth with a lewd pop before pressing his forefinger to her lips. She opened her mouth and dutifully cleaned her juices off his gloved finger.

“Good girl,” He purred, “Now get into position.”

She nodded and did as he said as quickly as possible. Her legs were shaking but she still managed to make it over to the couch in his dressing room. She leaned over it.

“No no, the other side,” Seth said, standing there with his arms crossed as he watched her, his hard cock bobbing between his legs.

He was still mostly clothed, or as clothed as he could be considered in his gear. She looked up and blushed darkly. He wanted her facing the large mirror sitting off to the side. But she has one small reservation she had about that. Because not only would she be facing the mirror...but the door as well.

The door she knew to be unlocked.

Still she obeyed. Moving to the other end of the couch and bending over it.

“I want to see your face while I fuck this tight pussy from behind,” Seth growled.

She let out a whine. She knew she could safeword out. But she didn’t want to.

He moved behind her and groped her hips, adjusting her into the exact position he wanted her in. He rubbed his hard cock against her groaning at how wet she was.

“Do you want this?” He asked.

“Yes My Messiah, I want your cock,” she whimpered.

Seth grinned and lined himself up. He pressed in with one smooth thrust, burying himself to the hilt. The moan (Name) let out was louder than she expected. Her hand came up to cover her mouth in shock.

Seth just laughed darkly, his grip on her hips tight while he eased himself out before slamming back in. She whimpered and moaned into her hand.

Her wet pussy was gripping him perfectly. It didn’t want to let him go. Seth was already panting. It felt so good. Especially when he could feel her thighs shaking against his.

“That’s it, that’s the pussy I’ve been craving,” He growled.

“Messiah...oh fuck…” she moaned while still trying to control the volume of her voice, “You’re so big…”

Seth growled and began to buck his hips harder. The sloppy sound of her pussy accepting his cock was perfect.

“That’s my good girl, that’s it...take it…” He growled, “You were made for me...made to take this dick...my perfect little princess...my devout priestess…”

That was a new one and it had her squeezing him tighter. She moaned loudly against her hand. She did her best to press back into him.

“Oh, are you chasing your pleasure now?” He laughed darkly, “Or are you trying to please me?”

“Please you! I wanna please you, My Messiah!” She whimpered, “Let me please you!”

He groaned and used their position to yank her back onto him every time he thrust into her. Hitting her deeper and harder. Dragging against her inner walls roughly just how she liked.

It made her head spin. She started to sag forward a bit while still doing her best to press back against him.

Seth shot a hand out to dig into her hair and yank her back up.

“Look at yourself,” he demanded, forcing her to look at her reflection in the mirror, “being fucked by your Messiah like a whore.” He groaned, “You take it so well too, you like it don’t you? You serve me so well, my truly devoted priestess.”

She whined, her pussy clenching around his cock. The degradation and humiliation were mixing together with the praise had her body lighting up in all the right ways. She moaned, digging her fingers into the couch to try and ground herself in some way.

He bucked harder, chasing his own orgasm. But he had to feed her cum first.

He moved his other hand around her body and slipped his hand underneath her to swirl around her clit. Letting go of her hair lean over her body.

“Can I cum, Messiah?” She begged, “Can I please cum?! I’ve been so good tonight.”

“Cum!” He ordered her, “Cum for me so you can milk my cock.”

She gasped and moaned shrilly as his relentless cock and skilled, gloved fingers on her clit drove her to the edge and finally...finally threw her body over it. She came with a high pitched whine of his name and a rush of liquid between her thighs, soaking him, herself, the couch in her juices.

It only took a few more deep thrusts for Seth to bury himself inside of her as he came hard. Filling her with his warm, creamy release.

He placed a gentle kiss between her shoulder blades.

“Good girl,” he praised her.

He pulled out with a hiss and helped her stand back up and turn to face him. To rest back against the couch. He reached down and gathered up some the mixture of their release from between her legs before bringing his gloved fingers to her lips for the final time that night.

Despite how worn out she was, she dutifully opened her mouth to clean his fingers up. Moaning at the mixture of their flavors.

After he pulled his fingers out he cupped her cheek and pulled her into a kiss.

“You okay, sweetheart?” He asked her tenderly.

“I’m amazing,” she laughed breathlessly, “Exhausted but amazing.”

Seth helped her over to sit on the couch while he situated himself back into his pants and gathered up her clothes. He helped her get cleaned up and redressed all while lavishing praise on her. Assuring her he loved her and anything harsh he said or did was only for fun and pleasure.

After she was dressed he grabbed a towel and cleaned up the side of the couch and floor. He got her some water. He grabbed her bag to get her a makeup wipe to clean her face up so nobody would know just how hard he hand fucked her ar work.

“You gonna be okay while I’m out there?” He asked, making her laugh, still loopy with the aftereffects of her orgasm.

She’s forgotten that he hadn’t even had his match yet.

“I think I’m just gonna take a nap with the TV on,” She said, “You wore me out.”

He chuckled and nodded. Of course. He knelt on the floor and stroked her hair until she had fallen asleep.

With a gentle kiss on the forehead he stood up. Switching the gloves from his gear out. He would feel too dirty if he used something he’d just used to pleasure his partner to inflict pain in the ring. It would be an insult to her.

He made a mental note to run by catering before his pre-match promo to grab her something sweet for when she woke up. Even if she didn’t wake up in time for his match he didn’t care. All he wanted was to know that he had done all he could to take care of her.

Before he left his dressing room he glanced at her serene face as she slept on the couch and tender smile gracing his features. How on earth did he get so lucky?

[the-fiction-witch]

That Look

Media - EPIC The Musical Saga Character - Prince Telemachus Of Ithaca Couple - Telemachus X Reader Reader - Y/n (Unseen) Rating - 12 Word Count - 602

Telemachus sat at a quiet and comfortable dinner with his parents in their warmly lit dining room, the soft glow of candlelight flickering on the polished table. Yet, he found himself picking at his food, unable to muster up the desire to eat. His heart raced in his chest, a rhythmic drumbeat, while his mind wandered to distant thoughts, evading the present moment. A rush of joy coursed through him, making his cheeks flush a deep crimson.

Beneath the table, he rubbed his feet together restlessly, His elbow rested heavily on the table, propping up his head as his fingers idly traced the contours of his cheek. With his other hand, he pushed his fork around the plate. His eyes, however, were drawn to the vast expanse of the ocean outside the window, where the waves shimmered under the moonlight.

“Telemachus? Are you even with us dear?” Penelope spoke up,

He jumped a little, “Humm? Ohh!… sorry mother.”

“Everything alright?” She asked,

“Yeah… fine…” Telemachus answered dismissively,

“Humm…” Odysseus scoffed,

“What?” She turned to glare lightly at her husband,

“Nothing, my love.” he chuckled, “Nothing at all.”

She glared at them both, her eyes flicking between the two with suspicion. “Fine… don’t tell me.” she rolled her eyes and got up from her seat, smoothed out her dress. She kissed Odysseus on the cheek and Telemachus on the head before she left the room.

Silence lingered between them for a few seconds,

Odysseus playfully glared at Telemachus across the table.

Telemachus sheepishly avoided his father’s eyes.

“What’s their name?”

“Wh-what!” Telemachus blushed, “I uhhh- what noo… I uhhh…. I umm… there uhh there’s like uhh like no one… like… what… that’s…”

“Telemachus.” Odysseus smirked, “What is their name?”

“…Y/n.”

“Alright,”

“How did you know?”

“That look,”

“Wh- what look?”

“That. Look. Telemachus.” He laughed, “I can see it on your face,”

“You- You can?” Telemachus blushed hard,

“I can. I know that look very well.” He chuckled, “I had it myself when I first met your mother.”

“You did?”

“I did, the first moment I saw her I knew I wanted to marry her.” he nodded, “That look didn’t leave my face until I married her.”

“I feel I’ve had it since I first met her too…”

“So ….Y/n?”

“She is, cute… beautiful really. Sweet. I just… It’s hard to explain,”

“Family?”

“Her father’s the baker in town. She takes the little stall out for him.”

“She sounds lovely,”

“What am I to do…” Telemachus sighed, “I’m stuck as a lovesick fool…”

“Go to her, see her and speak with her. And if you still feel this way then bring her to dinner and let us meet her.”

“You think I should?” he asked his body swelling with hope,

“Go get her kiddo.” He winked,

Telemachus smiled and bolted from his seat and hugged Odysseus tight, “Thank you, father.” before he ran out towards his room so he could get changed and go visit Y/n.

[seaborgium-dazies]

Really random question so feel free not to answer if you don’t want to. Who do you think is the top 5 most perverted and or pathetic characters in my hero academia? (Not including Mineta because I refuse to accept he’s a consistent character in the series.)

OMGGGGGG I LOVE THIS ASK.

okay so from the og UA students:

(in no particular oder cus they're pervy in different ways)

1. deku (expert at hiding his perversion AND gets away with a lot because people see him as such a sweetheart)

2. denki (openly pervy because he wants to mask how deep his perversion goes. So if people know he's a lil bit of a perv they're more likely to let him go and not question what goes on behind closed doors)

3. bakugo (oh my god he is so bad at hiding it. And every time you're too cute/hot and his cock strains against his pants he lashes out on someone because it provides the perfect distraction.)

4. iida (heavy on the pathetic! He's not pervy in the classic sense because he would never want to disgrace you like that. he's just so pathetic for you)

5. jirou (she would SOOOO use her quirk to listen to you masturbating halfway across the building)

And from non-students:

(in no particular order, once again)

1. Shigaraki (no explanation needed)

2. Dabi (he's able to mask it as super "low-key" but if u could catch a glimpse into his mind you'd blush a deep red)

3. Aizawa (he jacks off to the thought of you all the time. he doesn't bother looking up porn anymore since you're the only one that can make him cum (even if u don't know it))

4. hawks (he's kind of bold with it and sooo sly. Similar to Denki, he lets himself be perceived as a playboy so people don't notice what a perv he really is.)

5. All might (he's so pathetic!!! he wants you so bad. Whimpering and whining at the thought of you. many late nights spent disgracing your memory and unable to meet your eyes without a blush tinting his lips)

hope u like it, anon!

©️ seaborgium-dazies

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[jamesh0tfield]

An Old Flame Rekindled

hey guys!! ive been pretty shy about posting on here, but i think ive finally grown the courage to start writing my own stuff. im so excited to start writing and i accept all types of feedback, good or bad. hopefully you guys enjoy!!

warnings: MINORS DNI!!!! Smut. Handjob. Unprotected sex. P in v. (Let me know if I missed anything)

background: set in 2023. After James splits from his wife, y/n and James rediscover each other.

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The rain gently fell upon the window. The dimness outside left a cold chill in everyone’s bones, especially y/n’s. This was the first time in over 30 years she would be able to properly sit down with James and talk about everything. Their relationship, the heartbreak, the lies, all of it.

They had dated in the early 90s, while Metallica was recording the black album. Throughout their time of knowing each other, James showed nothing but love, respect, and kindness toward y/n. However, once y/n learned that James had cheated on her with a random groupie on tour, she was devastated and called the whole relationship off. No matter how many times he apologized and begged for forgiveness, y/n knew she had to let go to find any sort of happiness again.

She had dated here and there and had gotten engaged but no guy, not even her prior fiancé, could truly fill the hole which James had left in her heart. She had thought that nothing could replace that emptiness until she received a call from an unknown number.

It was James.

He said that after him and his wife had split just a year prior, he couldn’t stop thinking about his romance with y/n and all their memories. That night they spoke for hours and hours on the phone reliving their pasts, reigniting the flame. Once they hung up, y/n was reminded of that emptiness and that torment she had been living in for over three decades. They kept these calls going for a week until James asked her to dinner. She stumbled on her words at first, unsure if that was really a wise decision, but with further thought she realized that she really had nothing to lose. That night she texted him back agreeing to meet up and they made plans for the next night.

As y/n was getting ready, she was overcome with anxiousness and excitement. She wasn’t sure if she would be what he remembered. If she was that same free spirited girl he used to lay in bed with. The same girl who would lay on his chest and make him feel like he was on top of the world.

As she neared the restaurant she got a text that he had arrived. Once she walked through the door she was led to a private room in the back of the restaurant. It was an elevated dark, atmosphere with candles and roses at each table.

Once she had reached the room she saw him.

He saw her.

The eye contact they made was fiery, passionate. All those nights spent together, sharing in each other’s love, desperate for more of the other. It all came back. As soon as y/n sat down, it was like she had traveled back in time. Yes he had aged, and so had she, but he looked so elegant, so strong, so beautiful. She still felt the connection between them.

“Wow.” He said, with an amazed look on his face.

“What?” She said, feeling yourself begin to blush under his stare.

“You look… amazing.” He replied, getting up and giving her a hug. It had felt like the most reassuring and secure hug she had felt in a long time.

“Oh stop it look at you! You look great.” Y/n rebutted.

As the night continued the conversation went from his divorce to the past of their relationship and the way it ended. They both expressed regret for not trying to see things through and work it all out. She never wanted the night to end, but as the check came they both gave each other a silent glance. A telling look. One that expressed that they both didn’t want the night to end so soon and that they didn’t want to leave eachother.

“You want to come back to my place?” She asked.

“That sounds like a good plan.” He answered with a playful grin on his face.

As they both entered the car to bring them both to y/n’s apartment the environment changed. It went from playful and joyous to tense and sensual. She knew James well and knew that if they guys were to go back to her apartment, things could escalate quickly. But with that being said, it wasn’t something she was willing to resist. The elevator climbed up to the floor and you both entered the apartment. She decided a movie would be the best option to get him accustomed to being alone with her. As she became nestled into the couch, she felt James put your arm around you. She leaned her head on his shoulder and felt him place a light kiss on the top of her head.

“You know what y/n?”

“What?”

“This is the happiest I’ve felt in a long time.”

And with that he lifted her chin and kissed her. It had felt like an electric shock. The chemistry between them guys was clearly still alive. All the worries and anxieties of the meeting had flown away and y/n finally felt at peace. It started to become more intense. The kisses became more passionate and involved. His tongue explored every inch of her mouth like it had remembered exactly where everything was. As the kisses started to trail down her neck she sat in his lap. He began pulling her dress up over her head, leaving her in nothing but her red bra and matching lacy underwear. He looked at her like he could swallow her whole.

“I can’t believe I’ve been missing this for so long.” He said in a whispered voice as he continued kissing down her chest toward her boobs. She also slowly felt James harden under you.

He reached behind her and unclamped her bra, leaving her chest bare right in front of his face. He looked like a starved man as he attacked y/n’s chest, peppering kisses all over and putting hickeys all over her. She continuously moaned as he nipped at her neck and chest and she slowly got his shirt off of him, unbuttoning every single button until his shirt was full open. While doing so, she noticed all of his intricate tattoos and the way they framed his body so nicely and she slowly felt a wet spot forming in her underwear. She also unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. As she pulled on his pants she saw his hard cock pressed against his underwear, strained and waiting to be released. She pulled his underwear down and his cock sprang out and hit his lower stomach. The tip was dripping with precum. She grabbed the base and let spit drip from her mouth onto his tip. He moaned at the sight and he slowly felt her begin to give him a handjob.

“Oh my god, don’t stop”, he begged.

While she continued jerking him off she also started to get your own underwear off. After she did so, she began to lower yourself onto him, slowly letting him enter her. Y/n moaned in pure bliss as she felt him stretch her. James threw his head back as she adjusted to his size. She slowly started to move her body up and down and ride him. He grabbed the flesh of her hips and held on for dear life, at first gently guiding, but then slamming her into him. The moans and groans leaving both of their mouths were enough to be heard all the way down the hallway, but they didn’t care. In that moment all that mattered was satisfying James. As she felt the knot in her stomach twisting even tighter she heard James become more needy.

“Please don’t stop. I’m gonna… fuck… I’m so close.”

This fueled her to ride him even harder and she started to give him wet and sloppy kisses. She felt his upper thrusts falter and shortly after he squirted hot spurts of cum inside of her, but she kept riding him. As y/n milked him of every drop of cum, she felt her own high quickly approaching as her legs shook in pure bliss. She felt the knot within her snap as she closed her eyes tightly and threw her head back. She then sat back and leaned her head forward onto James’s chest, trying to catch her breath.

“I didn’t know you could do.” James said in surprise.

Confused, y/n looked down and noticed she had squirted all over his dick and his stomach. She looked up and blushed profusely feeling a little embarrassed.

“Don’t get shy on me. I want you to do it again.”

The night had just begun.

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[alwayshinny]

Hinny ♥️ - The Chronicles of Harry J. Potter's mind

She's Ron's little sister 😡

She's Ron's sister.😠

She's Ron's... 🫤

She's... 😵‍💫

She's so beautiful. 😍

Shit, she's looking my way. WAIT. DID SHE JUST WINK AT ME? 😳

Stop staring. Look somewhere else. Fuck, I think Dean noticed... Awkward... 😬

Okay, try to act cool. Stand against the wall, cross you arms, and look nonchalant, like you don't care. 😎

*stubbles with hand placement and footing* 🫨

Ginny: "Hi Harry"

tries to cover his dopey smile but ends up swooning instead. 🥴

[eraserbread]

pregnancy hormones don't stand a chance around your husband, nanami ✧

→ needy pregnant f!reader, whipped nanami, sexually explicit content

"hope that books not more interesting than me," you whisper, propped against the open bedroom door, dressed in nothing but a lacey babydoll lingerie set. your four-month pregnant belly peeks through the lace delicately, and your features are on fire.

kento gives you a little peek. "was wondering what took you so long." he's replying, flicking his book to the next page. you're standing, pouting in his presence.

"hello? i'm horny."

"and you do look very tantalizing in that outfit."

"so come take it off."

he gives you another look, this time lowering the leather-bound book enough to see his face. you pose, crossing your knees and jutting out your hip. you can feel those dark hazels fall over your jutting breasts, then to your widening hips, and finally to your swollen, pregnant belly. his little girl's home.

so, he sits up straight, shoving his book to the side table and ushering you over. "come on, love."

"needy girl..." kento is whispering against the back of your shoulder, pressing kisses there and letting them linger. you're hovering over his lap in reverse cowgirl, tongue pushed from your lips as you focus on staying steady.

"let me have it." you slur, cunt milking obsecnely over his bare lap. he's got a thick fist tight around his erection, making sure you're stable and comfortable before he lets you take him.

"i want you to, but i don't want you to hurt yourself... how about I be on top?"

"—no." you insist, shaking your head violently. he won't let the grip he has on your thighs loose, so all you can taste is the bulbous tip of his familiar, blushing cock.

"why do you insist on being so bratty?"

"I don't want to bottom, baby slides up and into my ribcage and ugh.." you're shivering, and if it wasn't for the abnormal influx of hormones, you'd be turned off just thinking about the pain.

the baby kento pressed into you all those months ago, was an active little girl. she kicked the hell out of you whenever you slept on your back, leading to long nights with little sleep. kento knows this, so why he's telling you to just lie there and take it, is lost on you.

though he's stubborn at times, kento is largely well-trained by you, so he lets you take him like this. his grip starts to loosen, and you can finally feel the stagnancy of his cock start to peek through your sticky folds and into you.

filled to the brim with need, you shiver instantaneously. "oh, please, pleaseplease. all the way—mmgh!!"

he's chuckling behind you—actually breathing a stupid laugh from his nose at your blatancy. "you're shaking already?"

to answer him —you're cumming, and it's a release you've never felt before. his fingers are pressing into your belly, keeping you strong and at his mercy as you cream helplessly all over him. your thighs are shaking, eyes rolling back into your skull as you cry and whine.

it feels like every single one of your nerve endings is being fanned and flamed, driving you absolutely apeshit like you've never been touched a day in your life.

"oh, baby... love."

"sh-shut up."

"that feel good?"

"keep—just keep going." you're begging, drool dripping from your lips as his cock massages that sticky, spongy bunch of nerves at an angle only his cock could hit. he's circling his hips under you, tongue tracing licks across your neck.

your pretty lace panties are ripped and disregarded as the night goes on, and your teddy is busting at the seams, sticking to sweat and dipping off your shoulders. kento's big hand reaches to cradle your swollen breasts, growling in your ear as he fucks you just right... so perfectly and deep that you can feel the slick cervix kisses every time he bottoms out.

you're crazy, and fucked off of five orgasms that night.

thank god for pregnancy hormones—thank god for your husband and all his raw talent. sure, he'll bicker softly just to ignite your needy fires, then he'd give you what you want, exactly how you want, until you're sick with it.

what a thoughtful husband.

[madamechrissy]

Pour it Up Masterlist / Stripclub Owner Sukuna headcanons

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight (final)

Pairings: Stripclub Owner Sukuna x Stripper F!reader

Summary:- You are a single mother, your baby daddy is not just worthless, he also is actively trying to sabotoge you, so you go out on your own and raise your kid by yourself. Struggling your ass off, a friend of a friend named Toji decides to offer you a hell of a deal, a few hours a night at a strip club to make BANK. While there, you meet the other owner, Sukuna, and the moment he sees you? You annoy him how beautiful you are, how much he wants you, pushing him to insanity. He knows he must have you- no matter whose ass he needs to beat.

Warnings:- reader is a mom, lowkey/highkey Yandere Sukuna behavior (He's obsessed) recreational drug use, drug dealing Sukuna (the club lowkey a front lol) Mafia ties, EXPLICIT sexual content, blow jobs, cunnilingus, fingering, masturbation, teasing and mafia related violence, some former trauma of reader, lots of smut and also fluff, watch Kuna morph into a softie hehe.- Ties into the Satoru x reader story Losing Control Now

FInished- WC 54k - ao3 link here - Playlist

Headcanons/story preview below!

Stripclub Owner Sukuna- who loves what he does, the money he makes, the women, the entire atmosphere. What more could he really need in life?

Stripclub Owner Sukuna lights up a blunt with his co owner, Toji, as they lounge back on one of the bright red Sofa's, watching their girls dance around them while they hold business meetings. Sukuna certainly doesn't mind beautiful women, nor does he mind snorting coke right off them.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna throws back a shot, when suddenly he sees someone so different, so fucking pretty it makes his heart thud in his chest. He can barely stop himself from yanking you right away from this. He's slicking back pastel hair when Toji introduces you so casually, wearing a pretty silver bikini that shows too much of your sexy body. You look shy? You look nervous?

Stripclub Owner Sukuna takes your hand then, smirking at you, watching the blush decorate your cheeks, when he finds you're going to be a dancer, he immediately wants to say no, dance for just him, a level of possession he's never even felt with his girlfriends. Sukuna's shared plenty of women, but if he got you!?

Stripclub Owner Sukuna smacks Toji for even bringing you here later, and Toji scoffs. 'She has a kid and shit, she'll make top dollar here' Sukuna falters at such news. 'Don't ya think she'll make bank?' 'Tch, of course she will... it's just she's so...' Toji snorts. 'you got the hots for her, huh? Well she ain't some easy girl, I know her'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna knows he must have you, when you're stepping around the stage, and he's eyeing you, sitting right in front of the stage as you get on your knees, crawling toward him and smiling shyly. 'how're you a shy stripper, huh? not gonna work' he huffs, and you tilt your head, hand slipping down his tie. 'No allure in a shy dancer, Mr. Sukuna?'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna loses his mind when he hears his name spilled from your glossy lips, as he thinks of shoving his cock deep inside that mouth, so close to his when you turn. You bend over, ass right in the air, begging for a smack as you look back at him, hair falling over your face. 'Why're you here?' he demands, eyeing the curve of your back, cock hard like he's some pathetic teenager or something.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna tenses when you say - 'I need the money, isn't it why everyone does this?' 'Toji says you got a kid' you tense then, turning toward him nervously, as the stagelights glimmer all over your skin. 'That a problem?' Sukuna shakes his head. "Nah, lots of girls here do...' You exhale. 'I'm a single mom, my friend can watch her at night, why not work while she's asleep? I can spend my time with her'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna admires the fuck out of you as you dance your pretty ass off, but he hates the men that see you, see you in just your little bottoms and tassells, breasts bouncing, ass jiggling as you shake it, as you move. You're a whole star quickly, the few hours a night you come in you make bank, but as soon as you leave, he's in his office, jerking it to you, imagining those nipples, that pussy he sees hints of with your spandex panties.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna On one particular night forgets to lock the door, you're still out there dancing but he can't take it, you're too fucking sexy, he's picturing burying his face in that nice ass of yours as you step inside, shutting the door quickly when you see it, his enormous dick in his hands, covered in precum. You gasp, looking away quickly. 'shit I'm sorry, it's my ex... he's such an ass and I didn't want him to see me...'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna pauses, in shock as you look back down at him, licking your lower lip. 'I'm interrupting...' you come closer though, watching, breath catching in your throat. 'Want me to beat him the fuck up? ruin him?' Sukuna murmurs, voice husky, when you keep walking towards him, and he slowly strokes, from the base to the tip of his veiny length, acting so casual. 'No, you don't have to do all that, you're already so good to me' he laughs then, shaking his head. 'You are, maybe I should... be good to you?'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna can't form a thought when you're stroking his cock, leaning so close, lips just a breath from his, taking two of his fingers and sucking his precum off them, cheeks hollowing. Sukuna loses his control then, using those two fingers to slip so deep you cry out, earning his groan, uncaring if anyone heard. He's curling them up in your walls as you stroke, his eyes laser focused on your pretty face when he grips your hair by the nape of your neck. 'wanna suck me, huh brat?' he tries to keep it together, but when you nod eagerly, on your knees, he can't take how good your throat feels.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna has his cock fucking up into your throat, his salty precum against your tongue, and he wonders if it's some dream it has to be, you're too fucking beautiful to just be doing this, you shouldn't even be working, he thinks. He'd like you just naked around his house, to fuck you on every surface, fill you up with so many kids you'd never leave. Sukuna is groaning while you suck him greedily, looking up at him with dilated, beautiful eyes, making him simultaneously want to fuck you and want to make love to you, stupid insane shit that irritates him.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna stutters when you suck harder, and he's cumming deep in your throat, not meaning to. No he wants to fuck your pussy, not this, but you make him cum so fast it's stupid, swallowing him with a pretty smile, as you lean up on shaky legs. He presses a kiss to your lips, desperate and messy, tasting all of his cum all over your mouth. You're gasping, until the door opens, and you pull apart, seeing an amused Toji. You are losing your mind later as you clean up to go home, wondering what's gotten ahold of you, when Sukuna is waiting right outside.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna loves it when you look down so shy and pretty, you're biting your lower lip to death, he releases it from the grip of your teeth. 'you free tonight, brat?' you blink in confusion. 'you want...' 'want you at my place, spread wide f'me, yeah?' you gasp at the thought, shaking your head then. 'I'm not, I have to get home to my kid... but tomorrow night?' he nods, ushering you to your shitty car, picturing you in something so much better soon, leaning over with a smirk as he seatbelts you in.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna now that he's had a taste, he can't stop thinking of you, when you're at work the next day you're quickly in his office again, this time he's got you grinding on his lap, slick arousal pooling in your little outfit. 'I'll fuckin pay you triple, take the day off' "Mr. Sukuna...' 'Take. The. Day. Off.' Sukuna finally gets you home, having you bent over his couch before you can blink, ripping your pretty costume to shreds, pumping you so full of his cock you're trembling, shaking, head falling back as he fills you so good, slamming your cervix.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna has never felt anything like you, like your cunt pulsing around his cock, like his balls slapping your twitchy little clit, as you're sobbing it hurts so good, tears streaming down your pretty face while he rails his cock so deep. Sukuna busts deep in you as he wraps a big hand around your throat, fucking into you over and over, feeling you milk his cock for all he's got. 'Gonna fill you the fuck up, huh brat? gonna drip on the goddamn stage'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna has your pussy on his mouth when he's busted in you, starting to lap all the gooey white cum from your pretty pussy. 'Sukuna! ah!' you've never felt like this, so fucked out as his tongue scoops all your cum out, he's leaning over you, spitting it right into your mouth, chuckling. 'pathetic, just how I fuckin need you'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna is pathetic for you, he doesn't let you leave, he pays you for another day, fucking you in every position, at some point he's holding you upside down, you're bobbing on his cock as he's gripping your ass, moaning against your hole, you're falling apart, so weak and sore. when you finally have to go home, because you have your kid, Sukuna can't stop thinking about you, about how he wants you to have his babies, to be under him every goddamn night, so excited when you come into work, only to see you devastated.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna demands to know what's wrong, only to see your shady ass ex, who wants to saunter up to him like he's shit, you shake your head, but soon Sukuna is beating the fuck out of him. 'you have no clue who he is, Mr. Sukuna...' you tell him then, earning Sukuna's chuckle, his big grin. 'You don't know who I am, baby'

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