#song lyric is from: slut!

[failedaesthetictrial]

What to do if you had built a problematic career that turns out doesn’t sit well with today’s political and social justice era:

1. Take months (or even years) of hiatus,

2. When return, gradually show a change of stance, then publicly announce it (don’t forget to match your stance with the momentums!),

3. Drop ✨aesthetic✨ albums,

and eeeeeeeeeverything gets resolved.

[cursed-man-prayers]

why swifties cling to joe alwyn

alternate title: How Taylor Swift Convinced The World Of Toe

There are so few pictures of Taylor Swift and Joe Alwyn standing next to each other that Swifties have to photoshop them together. In the Miss Americana documentary, there is one shot that shows Joe Alwyn while Taylor talks about a precious relationship that got her through the Dark Age leading up to Reputation. In her speech, she doesn’t use gendered pronouns or say “boyfriend,” let alone say “Joe.” There are videos the lover took of her, but those videos are careful to never show the lover's face, a hand at most. With Joe, their public appearances together are few and well-planned. There was a pap walk right before Midnights released, just to remind people that they are supposed to believe she is in a happy relationship and that this album is not her third breakup album in a row.

Since 1989, Taylor has consistently written about keeping her relationships secret. Think Wildest Dreams and I Know Places. 1989 also brings us “boys and boys & girls and girl” in a song about how she feels living in New York City, a song where she says “us” and “we" (on the same album as New Romantics). She is including herself in the people who can want who they want.

Then, in Reputation, the lyrics are full of “secret moments in a crowded room, they’ve got no idea about me and you.” “I loved you in secret/in spite of deep fears that the world would divide us,” “picture of your face in an invisible locket,” “you make everyone disappear,” “touching my hand in a dark room.” Like, that’s basically the theme of the entire album.

Weirdly, in Lover, she continues these themes. Not as strongly, but it’s still there (Cruel Summer as the prime example). At this point, Taylor and Joe are not a secret. But the framing of it as a secret relationship lets listeners fill in the gaps of songs. We didn’t see Taylor and Joe in the kitchen in New York, but we can imagine them being there. We never saw Taylor and Joe being “best friends,” but because of her absence from the public eye, one could imagine that being a phase of their relationship. On Cornelia Street, when Taylor says “I get mystified by how this city (New York) screams your name,” we could imagine that Taylor and Joe had memorable moments in NYC, despite the lack of evidence of this. Taylor and Joe having a limited amount of public appearances together means that we can just, imagine them doing whatever she’s talking about in her songs.

Taylor leaves her relationship with Joe to the imagination. Joe has never publicly called Taylor a daisy, but Karlie has. Joe has never been known as Taylor’s “best friend,” but Karlie was. Joe has no major association with New York City, but Karlie does. Joe has never been photographed baking with Taylor, but Karlie has. Despite the very public friendship of Karlie and Taylor, hetlors refuse to see that Taylor is referencing those moments. It's all about plausible deniability.

So on Midnights, when she sings “it’s like snow on the beach” and Gaylors immediately think of VS 2013 and Big Sur, or when we hear Question…? with she/her pronouns and references that line up with kissgate, or when she puts out a breakup song with parallels to Cornelia Street (Maroon) and we think “Oh, she’s not with the Cornelia Street muse. Obviously.”

In my opinion, Taylor wants the general public to believe she’s in a committed heterosexual relationship, partly because of the way she was slut-shamed for the first ten years of her career, partly for the sake of keeping her secrets. So much of Taylor’s life has been grossly publicized, and she has every right to hold onto what she can keep private. She makes it clear for queer people who are listening to and reading her lyrics. But she gets to avoid the hell that was her public life ~1989 era. If someone who knew nothing about Taylor Swift's relationship with Joe Alwyn, they would listen to folklore, evermore, and Midnights and be like "wow she has had her heart broken so damn bad that she wrote three albums about it."

If Taylor is in a glass closet, Joe is the glass. He's the only thing keeping people from seeing Taylor as queer (note: I know Taylor might be bi or pan/not a lesbian, that's completely possible. I just don't think that Toe is real. Not believing in Toe =/= biphobia).

tl;dr: By having few public appearances together and little interview answers about each other, Taylor has created the illusion of Toe being both tumultuous and stable, passionate and calm, temporary and forever.

[roronoaswifey]

𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒.

summary. your feelings and thoughts are all over the place when your best friend suddenly reappears in your life after having disappeared months ago.

pairing. portgas d. ace x gn!reader

warnings/tags. angst, implied past sex, best friends to strangers to lovers, ace is kinda a slut but we been knew, reader is yet again jealous, reader has hair, kinda ooc ace

wc. 4.3k

kazu’s note. listened to best friend by the weeknd and his toxic ass had me thinking… half of these lyrics are from the song LMFAO

you hadn’t seen that freckled face in months.

his pearly whites, grinning boyishly, the oh so familiar mischievous glint in his eyes. he screamed trouble wherever he went. whether it was sending flames into pirates who asked for problems, whether it was a clumsy mistake in which ended in you sprawled beneath him, bulky arms trapping you, moans and cries slipping into the moonlit night.

“you…” you trailed off, mug filled with booze nearly slipping from your loosen grip.

no matter where he went, he radiated a charm so intoxicating, so daring. was it the confidence in his steps? was it the way he always held his chin up, pink lips stretching into that infamous smirk? whatever the reason was, he always managed to have you folding every single resolve you had built in the first place.

“missed me, best friend?”

you nearly scoffed at his audacity. that’s what it was. even if he was annoyingly attractive and had an intriguing personality, one thing the man had was the nerve.

“fuck off, ace,” saying his name felt almost taboo. you hadn’t— or tried not to— thought of him in nearly a year. he up and left you in the worst of situations, in your most vulnerable moment, ghosting you and every responsibility he left with you, choosing against holding himself accountable and fleeing.

“is that a way to greet a bestie you haven’t seen in so long?” the raven haired slipped into the seat next to yours, fingers tapping at the wooden counter, signalling the bartender to come over.

you rolled your eyes, not holding back on your scoff either, “and who’s fault is that, exactly?” you heard ace chuckle lowly, and you thanked whatever god that’d been looking over you, grateful you weren’t able to see the way the corner of his lips definitely curved into that smile.

“suppose it’s mine,” he shrugged, as if he wasn’t at fault, as if hadn’t smashed and dashed you about a year ago.

when the bartender made her way towards the both of you, you weren’t surprised to see the blush draping over her cheeks so desperately, her shaky fingers wiping a previously used mug with a cloth.

“w-what could i get you, sir?” she posed nervously, eyes having a hard time to keep up with ace’s flirtatious ones.

“surprise me, love.” you visibly stifled an unimpressed laugh, focusing on finishing your drink and ignoring ace’s eyes now on you.

he looked back at the young bartender, propping an elbow on the counter and leaning his cheek into his cupped palms, “make sure it’s as sweet as you are,”

“s-sure! give me a second,” she was now steaming in blush head to toe, clumsily placing the cleaned mug onto the counter and scurrying off to mix a drink to ace’s liking.

when the bartender left his field of vision, he barked a laugh, now shifting his body so he could focus his attention back onto you. with a raised eyebrow, he spoke, “what a sweet thing, am i right?”

“what would i know?” you grumbled moodily, annoyed at both him and yourself for falling into his obvious bait. “she barely got to say anything before you started speaking with your dick.”

“is that what i was doing?” ace urged, leaning forward and you got a good whiff of his familiar scent, cursing yourself for the way your heat began throbbing at unnecessary flashbacks.

“i mean i get you’ve always been slow, but don’t try to play stupid,” you snickered, wrist moving in circular motions as you twirled the remaining of drink in your cup.

“me? slow?” ace pulled back in faux offence, slapping his hand over his bare chest dramatically. “i’m offended you’d ever say such a thing! i am no where near stupid, that’s you projecting!”

“tone it down, pretty boy,” the casual nickname, that initially began as an insult, slipped past your tongue with ease. your own eyes widened in shock for a split second, and you were certain he’d caught on.

“pretty boy, hmm,” he now entirely shifted in his seat, full body facing you. he went back to leaning his cheek in his palm, a wolffish grin decorating his pink lips, “i missed that name.”

your heart sunk at the implication. how dare he say he missed that nickname as if it was your fault he wasn’t hearing it anymore? what was the matter with this incredibly sexy idiot?

“again, who’s fucking fault is that?” you now turned your body to face him, face contorted in pure annoyance. your brows creased in the centre of your forehead, nose scrunched and lips set in a frown.

“i did say mine, i believe,” he tapped his index finger on his chin, pretending to think things through.

“why’d you leave, ace?” you finally asked, the question weighing heavily on your mind for as long as you could remember.

why’d he leave? where had he gone to? why didn’t he ever try to keep in touch with you? was it something you did? did he pick up on the feelings you were catching? was that really what drove him to leave you?

“cutting straight to the point, i see,” he chuckled, though it wasn’t his regular, flirty ones. it felt almost regretful, almost sad, but you didn’t want to think too much on it.

“i’m sorry, did you expect causal small talk after having dipped out of fucking nowhere?” you countered, jerking back and eyebrow raised in an unimpressed manner.

“maybe,” he teased, and when your frown only deepened, he laughed apologetically, hands thrown up in surrender. “alright, alright, don’t kill me now,”

“hurry ace, or else i’m leaving in the next few seconds,” you glared coldly, hoping he caught onto the double-implication of your statement.

from the way he tensed in surprise momentarily, you knew he did. good.

he let out a defeated sigh, a short smile falling on his face, “yeah, i guess that’s fair. i mean, i only did it ‘cause—”

“your drink, sir!” the bartender spawned out of the blue, a more confident aura all over. she had a bright smile, despite the evidence of her nervousness tainted on her cheeks.

you didn’t hold back the roll of your eyes. it wasn’t that you had anything against the girl. you hadn’t even cared for her even when she gave you your drink a few minutes ago. but did she have to show up when you were finally ready to hear the reasoning behind ace’s disappearance?

“thank you, sweetheart. may i ask what did you concoct here?” ace asked, definitely stalling so he would either have more time to think an answer through or drive you to leave so he wouldn’t have to answer.

much to his dismay, you were determined to hear what he had to say.

“i probably shouldn’t say, it’s the bar’s secret recipe,” she fiddled with her thumbs shyly, her blue eyes everywhere but on ace. you hated how you knew just exactly how she felt, seeing as you were once in her shoes.

you kissed your teeth under your breath, your own eyes set on your drink.

“what a bummer,” ace feigned sadness, lips falling into a pout. he suddenly switched into a happy mood, the pout fading into a cocky smirk that had both you and the bartender definitely folding. “i do enjoy surprises though.”

the bartender’s lips parted slightly, eyes shimmering in awe, “i… i hope you enjoy it. it was my first time trying it out, s-so i’m not sure if it’ll amount to your expectations but—”

“nonsense. i’m sure it’ll blow me away,” and before she could retort, he brought the mug to his lips and took gracious gulps of the mixture.

while the bartender eyed expectantly, waiting for a reaction from the freckled male, you watched from your peripheral to see what his reaction would be.

not that you didn’t know already. you knew exactly what kind of guy ace was.

ace pulled the drink away, the liquid trickling past his mouth and down his chin as he brought his hand to swipe the drink away. his lips smacked for a while, marinating the taste with precision, before a grin appeared on his face.

you rolled your eyes at his hopelessness. you knew exactly what was coming.

“this surpassed any expectation i had!” he laughed, before taking more sips of his drink as if to prove his point. he probably missed the way heart eyes jumped out of the bartender’s face.

“i-i’m glad you enjoyed it! feel free to have some more!” she brought another mug before him, placing it too excitedly on the counter.

“i’m planning on it, love,” he winked, handing her his previous empty cup in favour for the newly filled one. you only caught a glance of it, but the drink seemed to be a light pink-brownish mixture, and you did wonder what exactly was in the drink.

“although,” he leaned forward, propping himself on his elbows, eyes watching her intensely, “i really would love to hear more about this recipe,”

“i could always let you know some other time, since i am on shift right now…” she trailed off, subconsciously leaning in as well, almost in a trance at ace’s hypnotic gaze.

“yeah? you’d do that for me?” he pressed on further, loving the way you tended in annoyance at his side. you knew he knew you were pissed, and that only enraged you further. why were you always falling into his cheap games?

your hand clenched unintentionally around your mug, but the bartender was too far deep in love to even notice.

“i would.. i really would..” the bartender let her lips part, mumbling as her eyes basically beaming in joy. ace hummed, letting his eyes fall from her lips back to her gaze, and you felt your heart sink to the deepest pit of your stomach.

was he really going to do this right in front of you?

“‘m sure you would,” ace indulged, waiting to see how long it’d take for you to crack. “you are a sweetheart, after all.”

“o-only for you…” was she even realizing how ridiculous she sounded, submitting to a man she hardly knew? how unprofessional was she, to be flirting with her customers on shift? why was this bothering you so fucking much?

“you’re too cute,” ace scrunched his nose, bringing a hand up to push a loose strand of pink hair past her face and behind her ear. “has anybody told you that?”

you could throw up. you’re almost certain he used that exact line on you when you both had met for the first time. says a lot about him, you supposed.

“you’re the first,” her eyes diverted back to the counter, blood rushing quick all over her skin, and you cringed at her humbleness.

“i mean,” ace’s eyes glanced so quickly at you that you thought you were imagining things until he spoke his next words, “i could be your first of many things—”

you slammed your drink on the counter. the bartender snapped out of her daze, and ace had finally sunk back into his seat, a proud smile on his face.

fishing in your pocket, you pulled out a twenty dollar bill before flicking it to your drink, “keep the fucking change,” before wasting no time to bolt past the exit. you didn’t care anymore to hear whatever the raven haired had to say, he clearly didn’t care for how you felt at all.

making your way outside the dark sky, you let out a deep sigh, shoulders sagging in defeat as you felt your blood boil in annoyance. how could he joke about something so sensitive like that? did he find a thrill in genuinely pissing you off? you had confided the last of your innocence to the man, and for him to sneak diss you like that in public made you feel foolish.

“the nerve of that fucking bastard,” you mumbled, kicking at a pebble on the floor.

you walked further down the shore of the sea, wanting to be away as possible from the loud and smelly bar. the fresh gust of wind of the sea brought you at peace, clearing your mind from its previous tense state.

so what if ace doesn’t care for you anymore? it’s not like you gave a fuck, even if you had been locked in your room for weeks, wondering what you’d done that drove him away. even if you had called his younger brother and asked if he heard any news of the boy, that doesn’t mean you cared. and it has much less to do with the fact you found yourself weeks later craving for a sense of intimacy in strangers you met in bars, fucking them to numb the pain of your best friend leaving you.

you didn’t fucking care.

“so you were jealous, after all.”

your left brow twitched in irritation. the last person you wanted to hear, the last person you wanted in your presence just had to come after you. what was his deal? you left him alone with that goddamn bartender so he could drag her to the nearest stall and fuck her as he pleased.

so why was he here?

“fuck off, ace,” you repeated your previous words but with much more malice. “just fucking leave me alone— that’s all your best at doing anyway.”

“y/n,” he said your name for the first time tonight, and you couldn’t help the way your head whipped back at him. the way your name rolled off his tongue so easily made you realize you missed him more than you’d like to admit.

shit.

“thought you were gonna give me a chance at explaining myself?” he dared to ask you, and for what felt like the nth time this night, you rolled your eyes at him.

“well that was before you decided to strip the bartender with your eyes,” you countered, your stomach churning with uneasinesses at the thought of it.

ace, however, shrugged helplessly, “it was just to rile you up. you know how much i love to piss you off,” and yes, you were painfully aware of the fact. it still didn’t change the fact you knew and still felt a twinge— more like twinges— of jealousy. you were an idiot, a jealous idiot.

“doesn’t change anything,” you turned back around, feeling yourself crumble at the soft gaze he gave you, like the manipulative bastard he was, because there was no other logical explanation for it.

“guess not.” he concluded, and a silence fell between you both. you slightly regretted having turned around since you now couldn’t read his expression or know how he was feeling. though, ace was always unreadable.

the stars that lit in the moonlight painfully reminded you of multiple nights you’d spent on the roof of a house, in the middle of a field or even a random ship on sea, and how you’d always been coddled in warm arms, chattering away about absolute nonsense, soft kisses shared that even led to mind-blowing sex.

how many other people had he shared the same experiences with? how many other people had he cuddled, sexed up and left just as hopeless as you were? did you really not matter to him at all?

“what we got, y/n, is secure,” ace spoke softly, and your arms found themselves crossed over your chest almost protectively. “there isn’t anything or anybody else that could ever amount to what you and me had.”

“so why’d you leave?” you whispered, hating the vulnerability laced in your tone. your arms clutched you further, “why leave if that was the case?“

“that’s just it, darling,” you heard him take a step closer and instinctively, you took one too. you wanted to keep a distance with the boy, fearing you’d do the impossible and beg him to stay.

he sighed at your actions, before continuing, “i didn’t want to be responsible for your heart, if we fell,” he bravely took another step and this time you stayed still. “things you wanted, i wasn’t looking for. i feared that if anything ever escalated, i’d get clumsy and tear your heart apart.”

you stiffened, eyes wide as you blankly stared the sea. so he did know of your feelings. he knew how you felt, and instead of turning you down gently, he decided to fucking run away? he wanted to handle it like a child instead of the adult he was?

“i loved you,” he confessed after a moment of silence. your heart sunk at the revelation. “i realized a few weeks into our relationship. but you were my best friend, and i foolishly thought we couldn’t get any closer than that.”

“so you ran off?!” you cut him off, turning around. you were fuming, how could he mess with your emotions like that? “you fuck me for months and the minute you sense a change you tuck your dick in your pants and fuck off to god knows where?”

“i thought we had arrangements,” ace tried to justify himself. when you scoffed, he sighed helplessly and ran his fingers through his hair, “when i realized you caught feelings too, i got scared, terrified even. i thought you weren’t like that, the type to fall for somebody like me.”

“but i did. and you stupidly decided to scurry off,” you repeated yourself, wanting your point to come across. you wanted him to realize how selfish he’d been, and how much pain he put you through. “had it ever even crossed your mind on how i would feel?”

“i never wanted to hurt you,” he whispered, stepping even closer. he was now right before you, and the way he towered over you was so comforting. “it was never my intention. i know i was being selfish, but the truth is that i feared what would happen if we had taken it further and you realized i wasn’t worth your time.”

“you can’t just go and decide things for me, ace!” you exclaimed in annoyance, and to further that annoyance, ace stayed quiet. “shit like that is up for me to decide— i would never do you dirty like that!”

“i knew that,” ace nodded, and you wanted to rip the hairs off your head. “but deep down, something was telling me the opposite. that you’d realize you had much better for you waiting past the grand line. and i didn’t want to put myself through that ache,”

“so you decided to put me through it instead.” you deadpanned, no ounce of remorse or guilt. ace bit his lip in shame, eyes momentarily diverting to the floor before he found your cold eyes again.

“i’m sorry. i’m not expecting you to forgive me, not in the slightest, but i do what you to know there wasn’t a day i wasn’t think of you, and how badly i wanted to apologize.”

“don’t give me that bullshit,” you snarled, and when you felt warm hands holding your shaky shoulders, you felt tears pooling in your eyes.

“it’s the truth,” he reassured you, thumb grazing your skin so delicately, that you bit your lip in attempt to hold back a sob. the gentle look he was giving you did nothing to help your shaken thoughts.

so, ace loved you back. was that in the past? had his feelings for you vanished? and he left you because he was scared you would realize you could do better than him. what a load of bullshit— who else knew you better inside and out than he did? who cared of his heritage, his bloodline, his reputation? he was simply ace in your eyes, not the infamous rookie fire fist ace, or portgas d. ace, son of former pirate king, gol d. roger.

just ace.

“you didn’t have to say it, but i knew you didn’t want to have sex as friends no more,” ace filled in the silence with more explanation, and you didn’t think you could stomach what else he had to say, “i could feel it in the way you’d look at me with so much love. i didn’t and still don’t think i’m worthy of holding all of it. so, in the only way i knew how, i left. i took every single feeling i had for you and ran away with them, hoping both you and i could move on,”

“i got sidetracked,” ace admitted, fingers now pushing away your hair from your shoulders behind your back, and the way your face shone from the moon’s reflection had his stomach tumbling with fondness. “the deal was initially to fool around, and the more we took it further, i focused less on our friendship and more on what could’ve been a potential relationship.”

your glistening eyes watched in anticipation, waiting for him to do anything. the way his fingertips left traces of warmth all over your skin, the way his dark eyes grazed all over your facial features, the soft smile he gave you— you wanted him to kiss you like he meant it.

“and i can’t believe how stupid i’d been. i talked things out with marco, and he made me realize i needed to come find you and settle this straight once and for all.”

settle this…? “ace, what are you implying?” you asked, hoping desperation didn’t leak through your voice. you were hoping he was implying just what you thought he was. you wanted nothing else other than him, and no amount of money or dates or dick could ever change that.

he flicked you a charming smile, “y/n, let’s try it again, but properly this time. can i be yours? if you’ll have me of course,” his left hand cupped your cheek, the pad of his thumb smoothening your soft skin.

your stomach tightened. your heart erupted in butterflies. you felt a shorten of breath, throat suddenly clogging and mouth dry. was this a joke? surely this couldn’t have been real. you’d been longing for him for so long, you were scared you were gonna wake up and realize ace was never yours in the first place.

but, at the feel of his calloused fingers caressing your cheek, brown eyes staring down at you deeply, the warmth of his body hitting you all at once with his unique scent, you knew this was far from a dream. it all felt too real.

and as ecstatic as you were, you were also an asshole. and so, for the fun of it, you brought your hand to the one resting on your face and when his face lit up you almost felt bad for what you were about to do, “i’ve already moved on, ace…”

his smile dropped, and you swear you heard his heart shatter. you held back a laugh, watching as his own eyes began to water, slowly retracting his hand from your cheek.

“ah, i see…” he trailed off awkwardly, and you wanted to stop but you needed to see how this would play out. “of course. it’s my fault anyway, so i get it.”

“yeah..” you trailed off yourself, out of words to fill in the silence. you watched as he gulped, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek out of reflex. he looked on the verge of tears and you really didn’t want to bring him that far but you wanted to push it just a little further, “i’m sorry ace, but i found somebody else.”

“o-oh,” he nodded, eyes boring to the rocky floor beneath you both. he bit his lip, eyebrows scrunching as he most likely held back his tears, “well, i wish the both of you the best—”

“oh my god ace, fuck i’m sorry, i’m joking!” you broke out of character, a laugh escaping you before you could help it. you revelled in the way he jolted in surprise, teary eyes widening and his lips parted in shock. he looked like a dumb puppy, and your chest only blossomed further with warmth.

“y/n, what the fuck?” he whined, pouting childishly as he softly shoved your shoulder. you doubled over, laughter consuming you as the taller boy continued to mumble about how he was ready to sob on the floor in seconds tops.

“i’m sorry but you deserved it,” you wiped a tear from your eye, giggling at the idea of him crying over your rejection.

“i guess… but still?!” he rolled his eyes sassily, hands resting on his hips. “i was about to fly out of here in tears, you fucking sadist!”

“my apologies, best friend,” you emphasized, leaning closer towards him, and when his arms snaked to your waist with practiced ease, you flung your arms over his neck, fingers fondling the nape of his hair.

“apology not accepted,” he complained, and you rolled your eyes playfully at his attitude. as if he had any right to deny an apology, you thought but decided to bite your tongue. “you’ll have to prove to me you’re actually sorry.”

“is there something i could do to earn your forgiveness?” you played into his game, subconsciously pushing forward, the familiarity of his eyes pulling you into a trance.

ace hummed in faux thought, his eyes flicking from your glossy lips back to your seductive gaze. his infamous smirk etched on his face, flashing his boyish grin, as his fingers massaged the flesh of your waist with delicacy.

“gimme a kiss and i’ll consider it.”

“you’ll consider it?” you giggled, and when ace sassily rolled his eyes, you nodded, pressing your chest onto his bare one. you felt the grip around your hips tighten, and you tilted your head to the side, your own lips parting.

you watched as he hypnotically leaned in, falling to your charms, and you mentally high fived yourself for being able to make the ace all dazed and blushy like a schoolgirl.

“consider it done, pretty boy.” you smiled prettily, and finally locked lips with the man your heart had yearned for months.

he’s such a slut ugh.

[yunjardi]

for the record [smut]

(jake x fem. reader)

warnings: smut [mdni], quickie, dom jake, brat taming, reader is superrrr needy, public sex, dirty talk, degradation, spanking, oral [m receiving], fingering, orgasm denial, cum tasting, recording, getting walked in on LOL (lmk if i missed anything)

synopsis: reader gets impatient in the recording studio while listening to jake record a new solo song

w.c.- 1,548 ( sorry it's so short :") )

sorry for any errors lol

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needy. that's what you were whenever you saw jake focused, eyes staring intently at a sheet of lyrics and the labeled tracks on one of the music studio's monitors. something about seeing jake in his natural state turned you on; he was just so effortlessly sexy.

as much as you loved when jake was fully immersed in his music, you hated having to wait for him to give you attention. you laid on your stomach on the comfy couch of the recording space as jake walked in and out of the room, going from the recording booth over to the other side of the glass where the control room was.

usually, you didn't mind sitting and waiting for jake to finish his studio sessions, but on this particular day, you were incredibly horny for him; you needed to feel him inside you. you knew that his break was coming up soon, so you decided to take matters into your own hands after seeing the rest of the boys head out of the neighboring room on the other side of the glass to take their break.

jake walked back into the recording booth, and you immediately looked up at him with your cute eyes as you kicked your feet gently, wanting to gain his attention but to no avail. you let out a soft pout as you let your head fall into the couch cushion.

"what's wrong, baby?" jake asked as you let out a hmph in response, "hey now, don't be bratty." you could practically feel his eyes on you now although your head was still buried in the couch. "you haven't paid attention to me all day," you pouted, your words muffled by the cushions. jake let out a sigh as you heard him take off his headphones and place them onto a nearby table. "you know i don't mean to ignore you, baby. i promise i'll make it up to you when we get home, yeah?" jake suggested as you finally lifted your head up.

"but i want you now," you whined, "i can't wait until we get home." you rolled off of the couch and approached the swivel chair that jake was sitting on at the other side of the room, sitting on his lap once you got to him. "baby," he said softly as he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder, "not here, okay? now go sit back down on the couch, and we can do whatever you want when we get home." you moved your hips against his crotch in protest, finding a cozier spot in his lap where you could tease him. "no."

jake raised an eyebrow, surprised to hear you disobey him. "princess," jake started sternly, "i said stop being a brat." you shook your head side to side as you pushed your hips further down onto his, grinding slowly and feeling his bulge grow underneath you. you were met with a harsh spank on your thigh as jake glared at you.

"what a bad girl," jake tsked, "you really can't wait, huh? so pathetic and needy for me. get on your knees since you're so eager." he demanded as he lifted you off of his lap, beginning to undo his belt and slip his tight black jeans off to reveal how restraining his boxers have become. you palmed him through his boxers, eventually pulling them down to reveal his painfully hard member. "instead of using your mouth to whine, make it useful and suck my cock," jake demanded as he kicked his boxers to the side, prompting you to take his length in your hands before teasing it with gentle licks and kisses.

jake picked his phone up from the same table his headphones were on and pointed the camera toward you. "look at this needy slut. sucking my cock in the recording studio because she couldn't wait until we got home," jake scoffed as he recorded you sucking him off, running his long fingers through your hair as you swirled your tongue around his tip, making him throw his head back in pleasure as he turned into a groaning mess.

"pants off right now," jake commanded, prompting you to stand up and take your tight leggings off, revealing your pretty panties that jake had gifted you awhile back. he smirked as he pulled you back onto his lap, immediately moving your panties to the side and slipping two of his long fingers inside you. you moaned out at the sudden feeling of pleasure that ran through your body as he began to pump his fingers into you in a painfully slow manner.

"m-more, jakey," you mewled quietly as he increased the speed of his hands, his palm now smacking against your clit as he fingered you hard and fast. "tell me, princess, what more do you want, hm?" jake interrogated teasingly as you continued to moan and curse. "w-want your cock inside me," you whined quietly as you moved your thighs against his throbbing length, making him hiss at the feeling.

jake carried you over to the couch that you were previously sitting on, slamming you onto your back and immediately shoving his length into you, making you let out a high pitched moan at the feeling. "such a bratty slut," jake whispered in your ear as he thrusted his cock into you as deep as he could go, "look at how pathetic you look taking my big cock." all you could do was moan and whine at the intense pleasure that jake was providing your needy pussy.

"fuck!" you squealed out, "s-so good, jakey." he smirked as he looked into your watery eyes which were about to leak tears of pleasure. "i know, princess," he scoffed out between moans, "you look so cute when you're whining out for my cock."

just then, he pulled his length, which was soaked with your arousal, out of you and leaned back against the couch, ordering for you to get on top of him, facing away from him so he could watch your ass bounce as he pounds into you. you sank down on his length as he held your thighs up, immediately staring to bounce you up and down on his cock. your eyes rolled back at the new found pleasure from the different angle in which he brushed against your sensitive spot. "s-so deep," you whined as you began to rub your fingertips against your clit, wanting so badly to cum all over his throbbing member, "more, please."

you could feel his nails digging into the soft skin of your thighs and ass as he continued to pleasure you. "such a needy brat," jake groaned aggressively, "always needs to be fucked rough just to learn her lesson." you let out a hum in agreement. "always needy f-for you," you stuttered out between moans. you soon felt your orgasm about to crash down on you as jake spanked the sensitive skin of your ass, and you could tell that jake was also close by the way his pace slowed down significantly. "jakey, i'm gonna cum," you whined as you rolled your hips on his cock, becoming surprised when he pulled himself out of your sore hole.

"brats don't get to cum," jake scoffed as he moved you off of him, now standing in front of you, "now, open up." he ordered as he began to jerk himself of, wanting you to swallow his load. you looked up at him nearly in tears, begging him to let you cum. "please, please, please," you whined quietly, but he just scoffed and shook his head. "i said no. maybe if you were patient, i would've let you cum," he said in a stern manner, though he was gently running his fingers through your hair as if he wasn't using an aggressive tone, "now, open up like a good girl. i'm close." you obeyed his orders and opened your mouth just in time to taste his cum that spurted onto your tongue. he threw his head back in pure bliss as he jerked the last bit of cum out, looking back down at you as you swallowed his seed.

jake threw himself down on the couch, panting and out of breath from the rough sex. you cuddled up next to him as you also began to catch your breath, the two of you giggling and leaving gently butterfly kisses on each other's faces before you began to collect your bottoms from the floor to put them back on "hopefully the mic was off," jake giggled as you blushed.

"it wasn't," a familiar voice came from a speaker that was connected to the sound both, startling you both, "was that part of the recording or did i interrupt something?" jay said sarcastically as sunghoon cackled in the background, heeseung just standing behind the them, stunned at the sight. immediately, you felt extremely embarrassed at the fact that jay and sunghoon saw you in such an intimate situation with jake, though jake didn't seem to mind.

"i told you that you should've waited until we got home, you naughty girl," jake teased as you hid your face.

'maybe i should listen to jake next time...'

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Sex Lies (NSFW 18+)

A First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: You know it's a vibe 😏

Synopsis: You and your husband write and record your song Sex Lies for your debut album

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

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Requested by: my honey bun @arination99​ 💕😘

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"Babeee! Come on and stop playin!" 

You were frustrated with your husband since he kept distracting you while you were in the studio trying to finish writing and recording songs for your debut album.

"I'm not even doing anything!" Jack responded as he was occupied with placing kisses along your neck.

"You are literally doing everything EXCEPT helping me write this."

"Then stop teasing me all the time."

"Sir, I am literally just sitting here."

"Yeah, sitting there in some tiny ass shorts that I can practically see your pussy through. Don't nobody need to be seeing that shit but me."

"We are literally the only two people in the studio right now."

"Lemme eat you out real quick. I'm hungry."

"JACKKKK!"

"That's what you'll be screaming in about two minutes."

"Baby, I have an idea."

"Does it involve me getting my dick wet or your pussy on my tongue? Because if it does I'm all ears."

"Babe...."

"Okay, okay. I'll be serious."

"Impossible because you so damn childish."

"Just lemme slide the shorts to the side."

"You keep this shit up and I won't give you any for a week. Now write a damn verse for this."

You handed him your notebook full of lyrics and Jack saw that the song you were working on was entitled Sex Lies.

"Now I'm already horny as hell and now you want me to write a verse for a song called Sex Lies?"

"If you write it and I like it, you can eat me out."

"Right here?"

"Yes"

"Right now?"

"Yes"

"Hand me a pen mamas."

As Jack was writing his verse, you were trying to think of another verse to add on after his and then the song would be complete. He actually sat there quiet and let you focus on the task at hand.

"Baby..."

"Yes, my love."

"I'm finished. You wanna look at it?"

"Jack, it's only been ten minutes."

"I know and this shit is fire."

"I'll be the judge of that. Hand it here."

Jack slid the notebook over to you and you began to look over his verse all for there to be an increase in wetness in between your thighs.

"You okay over there mamas? You look a little hot and bothered."

"Why do you say that? I’m fine."

"Your nipples instantly got hard when you started reading so I already know you probably wet as hell."

"Jack...."

"Hmm?"

"Shut up and let me finish reading."

"I'm just trying to be a good husband and offer my services to my wife."

Jack then picked you up to sit on his lap and began kissing your neck once more earning a moan from you leaving the notebook forgotten.

"Hmm, looks like it's not just me. You want this as bad as I do, don't you baby?"

"Fuck you."

"And that's what I plan on doing."

Jack then slid his hand into your shorts all to notice you weren't wearing any panties and began rubbing small circles on your clit and you felt the coolness of his Private Garden ring. 

Your breath hitched in your throat as Jack was trying to keep you in place with his other hand because knowing how you get, both of you would have ended up on the floor. 

You were known for squirming and trying to run away, but he wasn't having it.

"Babe...."

"Now I now you didn't leave the house with no panties on. What do you have to say for yourself? And you know better, what's my name?"

"Daddy and nothing because I'd do it again."

"So you out here in these streets acting like a little slut?"

"No." You whimpered as Jack's motions were becoming faster before he slipped two fingers into you and you could feel how hard he was through his jeans.

"But, I think you are."

"Only... for.... you... fuckkkk I'm about to cum."

"Just for me huh? You remember in Miami when I had you bent over the balcony railing?"

"Mm yesss."

"You took me so well, baby. And I got to let everyone know how much of a little slut you are."

Jack then added another finger before moving them in and out of you at an even faster pace.

"JACKKKK!"

"And there it is. I told you that you would be screaming my name. Come on baby, let go. You look so pretty when I make you cum."

You released all over his fingers and moaned at the sight of him licking them.

You then let out a breath that you didn't know you were holding as Jack picked you up and sat you back down in the chair he was once sitting in while dropping to his knees and spreading your thighs apart.

"Babe.."

"You said I could eat you out if I wrote the verse did you not?"

"Yes, but..."

"Then shut your ass up and let me enjoy my meal."

Jack slid your shorts to the side and took a second to take in the sight that was in front of him.

"Shit, mamas. It's like Niagara Falls down here. You tryna drown me?"

"Baby, will you hurry up?"

"I literally just made you cum less than a minute ago. Be patient otherwise I will let your ass stay horny. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, daddy."

"That's what I fucking thought. Keep them legs spread."

Jack first started out by kissing along both of your thighs and you were growing impatient and let out a groan making him stop.

"Does Mrs. Harlow have something she would like to share with me?"

You quickly shook your head no and Jack's curly head of hair dived in between your thighs with his beard tickling you. A sensation that you had grew to love. 

With lapping at your folds and inserting four fingers this time you just knew you were about to lose it. You quickly inserted your hands into his curly hair to pull him in closer. 

“Ohhhh shiiiit, babeeee!!”

“Wrong name.”

“Fuck, daddy.”

You came once again and Jack was not trying to show you any mercy and dove right back in.

“Wait, hold on...”

“Nuh uh you begged me for this shit and now you want me to wait?”

Just then you were interrupted by the door opening, however this just made Jack hold onto your legs tighter making you whimper and impossible for you to push him off of you.

“I’m back with food... and Druski.”

“Jackkk”

“Wait one got damn minute?! Y/N!! Jack!!” Druski exclaimed at the sight in front of him.

There wasn’t much they could see since your back was turned, but one thing was clear.

Your husband was in between your legs.

“That’s what Mrs. Harlow just said.”

“Can yall not keep your hands off each other for AN HOUR? I only went to get food!”

Urban. 

“We’re about to be done in 3...”

“Shiiitt....”

“2...”

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuckkkkkk.”

“1.”

“You.get.on.my.nerves.”

“Hmm, is that how you treat your man after I made you cum three times?”

“Jack, get your ass up off the floor. Hi Y/N.”

“Why? It’s my favorite place to be.”

“Hi, this will be the first time and the LAST you will ever see that.”

“Jack, I can see that, but you have company now and Y/N, is that how you treat your guest?”

“Yes, she does. She know I don’t share. Once in a lifetime thing for you.”

“Excuse me. Anyway, did yall finish the song?”

“Yes, just have to record my verse.”

“Drive her crazy when I talk when we fuckin'

But it's crazy 'cause if I ain't have nothin', we wouldn't be talkin' or fuckin'

I bust a nut, and that's the end of discussion

I fuck you like it was our last time, I know it's lust, I don't say that I love you (love you)

I might just whisper in your ear and tell you nobody gon' fuck you like me

Then she turn around, she look back up like I'ma make you wife me

I push on her legs, I go in deep and I she don't even fight it

I won't stop until we reach the climax, I'ma keep on climbing

Look me in my eyes and say it's mine, but I just know she lying

Always on the grind, I don't have time for no wine and dining

And I can find another you before you can go find a dime

And you gon' make that pussy cum for daddy is my favorite line “

“WELL SHIT! I see why we walked in and saw what we saw.”

“Damn, say that last line again for me daddy.”

“NO, DO NOT. We don’t need another show. One was enough.” Urban replied while rolling his eyes.

“Speak for yourself!” Druski exclaimed from his spot on the couch next to Urban. 

Jack smirked before coming over to where you were sitting and bent down to whisper into your ear.

“And you gon’ make that pussy cum for daddy.”

“Aye! Cut that whispering shit out. Horny asses.”

“Stop being a hater, Urb!” Jack teased as he rolled his eyes while you hugged him from the side.

“We have to get him a girl.”

“Yeah, because right now he’s married to Mary Jane.”

“I HEARD THAT!”

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Look How She Lights Up The Sky

Jason Todd x plus size reader

This is purely self-indulgent and a look into my dreams

Warnings: brief nudity, FLUFF

WC: 623

A/N: Song is Ma Belle Evangeline by Jim Cummings

Minors DNI

The night was silent save for the distant crashing of waves along the shore. It was nearing three in the morning but neither of them cared, too wrapped up in finally being alone and happy. The smile on Jason’s face was brighter than the full moon that shone over them, lighting up their naked skin.

Y/N sighed happily against his scarred chest, her palm resting over his heart, feeling the slow beat that was just for her. They had no need for words, they never did. Jason kissed the top of her head gently.

He slid from her grasp, offering his hand to her as he stood. She knew what he wanted and happily obliged, letting him pull her to her feet, steadying her as she stumbled slightly. He wrapped a muscular arm around her thick waist before handing her his discarded shirt and pulling on a pair of boxers.

They left the bedroom hand in hand, silently walking through the beach house Bruce had lent him for their anniversary vacation. The sea breeze made the curtains flutter as they passed by on their way out to the massive patio. Small lanterns lit the path down to the shore but the moon was so bright they almost didn’t need them.

She could feel nervous energy radiating from her partner but was quickly distracted when music began to play from speakers hidden in the underbrush on the edge of the property.

Look how she lights up the sky Ma Belle Evangeline So far above me yet I Know her heart belongs to only me

His deep voice hummed the lyrics softly as he pulled her into a warm embrace. Her own arms wound around his broad shoulders. They gently swayed to the music, lost in each other’s eyes. Her heart melted as he held her closer, his large palms laying flat against the small of her back to keep her from pulling away from him. As if she ever would. He was her everything, her sun and moon, the reason she got up every day. His love kept her going through all her troubles, motivating her to be a better person for him. 

Je t'adore, Je t'aime Evangeline You're my queen of the night So stillSo bright That someone as beautiful as she Could love someone like me Love always finds a way it's true! And I love you, Evangeline

The sound of the trumpet couldn’t overpower the bubble of love the couple were in. Jason’s pulse loudly beat in his ears as he gazed down at the woman he knew was his soulmate. His person. She had been by his side through so much, her love and devotion never wavering, not even for a second. He would do it all over again, go through all that pain and anguish ten times over because he knew that she would be waiting for him on the other side, just as she always did, as she always would.

Love is beautiful Love is wonderful! Love is everything, do you agree? Mais oui! Look how she lights up the sky I love you, Evangeline

As the music faded out and the silence overtakes them once more, Jason stepped away to kneel before her, his large hands enveloping her own. The words were at the tip of his tongue but he found it hard to speak. Y/N could feel his struggle and cupped his cheeks, keeping his blue eyes pointed up at her. Suddenly, there were no doubts in his mind. This was it, this is what he was destined for, his reward for going through hell for all those years. His words were strong and sure as they finally escaped his lips.

“Marry me.”

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now playing ► KINKTOBER 22, fourth week.

OVERVIEW. he wants to give the people what they want, quality.

♫ SONG DURATION.

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LYRICS. pornstar!au, oral sex, daddy kink, male body worship, degradation, humiliation, dacryphilia, multiple orgasms, desperation, dumbification, begging, pet names, edging, riding, spanking, manhandling, praise, creampie, gagging, dirty talk, exhibitionism, roughness, unprotected sex, strong language.

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as crazy as it sounds, as unimaginable as it seems, as unbelievable as it gets, gojo satoru is a man that never fails to surprise you. your pretty boyfriend, being a famous pornstar was already too much of a shock, even if you knew from the beginning of your years-long relationship, there was some hidden jealousy as you skipped through the comments of other women drooling over his pretty cock, women complimenting his leg-opening videos on twitter — the ones that showed everything below his face. making porn, for him, was more like a hobby, he did not even care for the money, just for the fun, just to feed his ego a bit more. yet, his fans did not know about the many times you were behind the camera, staring at his needy eyes, while pushing two fingers inside your cunny silently, motivating him into fisting his big dick faster for the sake of quality. and so, even with all that craziness, all that exposure, you never really showed active interest in being a part of his little project, however, you never said you wouldn’t��

…you must have been out of your mind. in the end, as he laid against the headboard, there you were, in between his legs, sucking his cock with an insatiable hunger and, undeniable lust. also, not forgetting to mention, with a camera recording every single detail. from how you hollowed your cheeks, to how your eyes were harshly closed, to your furrowed eyebrows, and, to your hands twisting what was left of his cock — of what you couldn’t suck, since it already has been hitting the back of your sore throat. featuring gojo’s heavy groans, his constant focus on the screen of the machine in front of you. a burning ache in between your thighs as he held the back of your head, pulling onto the hair tighter, pushing it further down the length, gags echoing alongside the wet noises from the cock-sucking. your obsession with his cock was sick, so much that you’d pretty much want to take gojo in your mouth at any time, anywhere, without caring whoever could see, and that, oh how you liked that — letting everyone know you’re his and that he is yours, fully, now, you’ll let all of his fans know that.

“fuck, what a sweet lil’ mouth, hm… baby.” he groaned, not looking at you directly in the eyes, scrunching his face slightly as he attempted to pay attention to fitting the image of you on the screen of the camera, again, for quality. “you guys see that? such a fucking, fuckin’ amazing pretty slut.” your legs squished together, your jaw twitched and almost locked wide, pulling out with a string of saliva connecting his tip to your lips. eyes halfway open, fixated on him from down below, smudged makeup.

“i fff-ucking love y’r cock, daddy.” you praised drunkly, breathing through your mouth, so cock-dumb for him. kitty licking the rosy head, right on that line you knew he was sensitive, earning that cute moan from the white-haired.

“i know, now go on ‘n suck it up, okay?” that same hand gripping onto your hair, once more pushed it harshly down, noticing how his dick twitched and fit differently inside your throat. gagging was an instant reaction and not even needing to have your head bury onto his crotch to do so. tears began streaming, even more, down your cheeks. up and down motions, stuffed with his cock in your mouth, whining in both pain and arousal, holding onto his crotch and upper thighs for what could be support as he mercilessly led you. those felt like the longest seconds of your life, sucking the soul out of that man, gojo was nearly approaching his high, since this activity had been going for a while now, even before the red light from the camera had started blinking. being able to hear the wetness and gags, the needy slurps, the somewhat guttural but then, puppy whines spilling from his glossy lips. his cock turning a reddish pink, the skin getting sensitive and twitchy inside your tight mouth, thrusting his hips up slightly, sloppily. while happily pleasuring him, you had the thought you’d be getting rewarded with the milky liquid you so very much loved, however, he frantically pulled your head away from his cock. and that, for his misfortune, led you to become a complaining whiny bitch. “shut up.” gojo, ironically gently and lowly ordered, knowing he had the upper hand. since, if you didn’t obey, you’d get nothing more than that, this night. which would make him angry, haughty, annoying and, very, very upset for having you ruin a perfect opportunity to get an amazing video of you both fucking each other. “go on top, let’em see ya ride my cock real nice, okay, sweetheart?” readjusting the camera as he spoke. it, kind of, just seemed, very slightly, that it was as if he was more focused on it than on you… quietly and obediently hopping above him, making yourself comfortable on his lap, lifting your hips to make sure your panties were discarded, thrown somewhere across the room. your fingers playing with your own folds, noticing the low gushing sounds from your aroused wet pussy.

“‘m so wet for you, daddy.” dainty voice, low but loud enough for it to sound like a whisper on video. the man proudly chuckled, holding onto the machine, glancing to where you touched yourself for an instant.

“show me what ya got, baby.” aligning yourself with his fully hard cock, pretty pink tip, a few, but nice veins pumping so hard against your palm, twitching as you sank your hips down. his groan lasted until he was all the way inside you, as you left a loud gasp from letting the air you held in, out — your lips apart, eyelids closing. “fuck.” he repeated grunting lowly. supporting yourself onto his lower abs, leaning forward just a bit, legs already trembling a little. your pussy clenching real hard around gojo, he even thought that if you moved, he’d literally cum in you on an instant. yet, once you sloppily jumped for the first time, an imperfect move, yet it felt so accurate, it felt “so fucking good, baby.” an encouraging moan, directing the lenses to where both your bodies connected — gojo looked like a child playing with a new toy. while forming the pace, speeding up just slightly, letting all your weight fall on him as he quickly noticed you wouldn’t be able to keep up for much longer, his unoccupied hand rested over your hip. the large palm gripped onto your skin, really feeling the flesh there, starting to guide your moves, back and forth with the strength he could offer. having you ride that man, making waves with your body, whining needy mumbles.

“d-daddy, ‘m i being a nice, nice girl?” so intimately asking, clenching your pussy at your own words, tits bouncing at each of your lazy thrusts. even by questioning such things, gojo left you unanswered, throwing his head back for a second, breathing through his mouth, chest rising and hand tightened onto your skin. lots of daddy, daddy, daddy was all you could repeat, no air on your lungs, no power nor strength. “pl-plwease!” choking on your own words, your mouth unable to pronounce simple vowels and consonants. begging, begging for him to do something. “pay ‘ttention to me, daddy!” almost as if screaming his name afterwards — but you couldn’t, he never shared his name. now, he heard more pleas of please! please! descending, mixing in with his restrained grunts, close to smashing the camera from the harsh grip on it, thrusting his hips up leisurely just to relieve some of the tension. his head still thrown back, eyes closed and the other hand guiding you. tears forming on your waterline, beginning to sob as the orgasm had been built so quickly, you were on the edge. “‘m gonna cum, daddy! daddy, i need you, please!” riding with will and what was left of your strength, going full power, your clit rubbing against the bump of his crotch. the loud gushing noises, due to your intense wetness, the squirt beginning to come out, yet you held it in so good.

“so fucking desperate.” finally, gojo muttered, exhaling and groaning in that seductively manner. letting go from the camera, throwing you away from him with both hands on your waist, might as well have turned you around enough to lay you on your back, while doing that — and in the middle of what could have been a great orgasm. your body tingled, burning so much, it seemed as if you’d die if another second went by if he wasn’t fucking you raw until your cunt couldn’t take it anymore. gojo pulled your hips up, lifting your shaking legs as you, now, let out lots of hurried yes!yes!yes! with a sweet, melodious and honeyed voice. burying one side of your face on the sheets, your back arched so much, bending your body almost in half, and he did all of that for you.

“daddy, wan’ you, so desperate for you, so so so— interrupted by a whine of your own, as he pounded his cock into your pussy for the first time, it fit perfectly, more than perfectly — just a little tight but it was always like that, meaning an exceptional fit. “hm, yes! fuck, fuck, daddy!” that was the only word you knew, it made up 99.99% of your vocabulary for now. he almost, almost pulled out, and that made you think you’d die, then, he slammed in again, slapping one of your ass cheeks repeatedly, jolting at the actions combined — followed by a short, languid and unprepared whine. gojo was simply repeating those actions, as you squirmed under him, hearing him either chuckle at your delightful suffering or groan, with your synchronized pattern of moaning — as if they stuck on your throat, being able to only whine when he fucked his cock into you.

“wanted my fucking attention, now ya got it and’s fucking quiet.” with another deep pound, he stopped, staying still when all the way in. your gummy walls engulfed him, embracing him truthfully. this time, the slap hurt the most, it burned so much, he hit the same spot every time. but now, the man bounced your ass a little, both his thumbs so suddenly spreading your ass cheeks, that pause and what he just did could potentially mean your death. “should i try fucking this ass? maybe you’ll beg even more for my cock.” it was as if you had frozen, not a single whine would come out, perhaps it could be that it felt so amazing, so perfectly petrifying to notice every single vein, curve, all resting over your cervix — studying every single detail of the dick that could make you experience such wonders. then, you now noticed what he was actually doing, grabbing the camera beside you, pointing it at your pretty empty hole. “just look at it, wanna show everyone how good your ass’d take my cock, sweetheart?” your heart beat accelerated. “serve some purpose, at least, what’cha think?” breathing patterns all messed up.

“n-no! no, don’t wanna!” you begged, both from fear and embarrassment.

“don’ wanna be my cocksleeve, huh? don’ wanna show you’re my fucking cumslut, baby?” at your obvious contradictory lack of response, gojo laughed, letting go from your ass abruptly, hearing the sheets shuffle, until there was just a very precise pound that literally sent you to oblivion, unexpectedly. your head, impossibly sank even deeper into the mattress, along with your destroyed spine.

“g’nna cum! oh, fuck, fuck!” another spank on the ass, shivers ran all over your body as stars appeared in front of you, if you could even see anything. dumb-fucked, you squirted. legs spreading further as he still fucked you, kissing your cervix, the grunts getting louder, whimper-like now.

“come on, turn around, don’ wanna cum yet.” you effortfully did as he instructed, speed-light like. spreading your legs with his hands after he slicked his hair back, aligning once again, thrusting, but so very sloppily and desynchronized. gojo pushed your legs up, somewhat far apart and you tried your best to hold them still. your pretty face making such an overwhelming expression, puppy-like furrowed eyebrows, mouth in a slight “o” shape, combining dried tears on your cheeks and the short high-pitched whining. with that, he put two fingers in your mouth, leading you to instantly gag, eyes water again. middle and ring, those two long digits aiming for the back of your throat as your next orgasm approached, and you felt his cock twitch so hard, your walls impossibly clenched around him — slowing down his already leisure pace. gojo stuck a smug smirk on his goddamn pretty face, he knew you’d cum again, and exactly when you’d cum, you were sensitive, after all. and, that was exactly when you threw your head back, arching toes curled like before but harder, right at the time he hit your g-spot, so deep. muffling moaning from you, but he removed his hand once you were going fully through it, choking at the lack of it, and because gojo had to hold onto your waist to pound, for the last time, going in deeper than ever. staying there until there was a white ring of cum on the base of what was left of his cock. he slowly pulled out, having your cunt begin milking the cum out of him, completely driving him even more insane, and what a hot moan he left. fucking his cum softly into you, noticing the bump on your lower abdomen, his cock moving in and out, noticing too how slightly visible the way his seed filled you up. as both of you, breathless, went down your highs, barely conscious, gojo without any strength left, grabbed the camera and clicked some buttons, weakly, turning it off without a goodbye, throwing it across the bed. “no cameras for the rest of the week.”

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Got secrets i cant tell

🦙: pairing: Hyunjin & f!reader

🦙: Genre: smut. below 18? DNI

🦙: synopsis: having explicit dreams about hyunjin caused desires to build up. one night, you both caved in and fulfilled what you both want.

🦙: warnings: cheating, unprotected sex, drinking, tipsy, kissing whilst tipsy, explicit language, blowjob, face - fucking, clit play, masturbation, reader becomes dumb, degrading name (slut), implications of choking

🦙: words: 4.5k

🦙: a/n: eh. it kinda got sloppy towards the end. i need more practise writing smut tbh. this wasnt my original idea of a hyunjin fic. my original idea didn't turn out the way i wanted it to be so i decided to move onto something new. maybe i will go back to my original idea but idk, lmao. title is a lyric from “play with fire” - Sam Tinnesz ft Yacht Money. (we all know that song and still havent moved on from it) if i missed anything in warning, lmk. feedback, likes and reblogs are much appreciated. tyvm and enjoy!

🦙:  part 2

🦙: master list

"you're such a good girl for me, (Y/N). you'd do anything and everything for me, wouldn't you?" you nodded frantically. your inability to form sentence disappearing the moment hyunjin penetrated you with his cock. his hips moving from slow to fast, loving the way your face contorted in the sheer amounts of pleasure he was giving you. His veiny hands gripped onto your thighs, pushing and spreading them apart further, enabling a better view for him.

"fuck, your pussy is swallowing me. i can never get over how good you feel around me. so wet, warm and so fucking tight." he grunted as you mewled at his words, hands gripping onto the sheets tightly turning your knuckles white. his name falling out off your mouth, breathing laboured as he thrusted into you with power, the wet sounds mixing in with your moans and his grunts.

hyunjin let go off your legs and lent over you. you instantly wrapped your legs around him, heals digging into him. you wanted more, you needed more, so you tried pushing him in more causing a low chuckle to fall from the man that providing you with immense pleasure.

"such a greedy girl. you want more yet you have all of me. im balls deep in you baby yet youre so greedy and needy for me, its pathetic. its pathetic how you've become like this and its all because of me, isn't that right." he leans in close, lips close to yours, breath hitting your lips with every word that comes out off his mouth. you whimper at his dirty talk, clenching around him causing him to groan. hyunjin kisses you messily, spit and tongues becoming one with each other. you grip onto his back, nails digging in leaving crescent marks behind.

"i need you to do one thing for me baby." hyunjin murmurs against your lips. "what is it? ill do anything for you hyunjin." you whimpered against his lips

"i need you to wake up"

"what..?" you blinked, confused. "what do you mean..?"

"wake up."

you awoke suddenly, panting as you stare at the ceiling coming to terms with what just happened. still in disbelief, you sat up slowly, breathing calming down once you realised it was just another dream. you was in your room, your partner sleeping peacefully beside you. you bit your lip gently as you looked at them, feeling slightly guilty that this was becoming a reoccurring thing. deciding to go for a shower to somewhat calm down some more, you threw the duvet off you, making your way to the bathroom. it was at that moment that you felt an uncomfortable stickiness, underwear sticking to your crotch.

deciding to do something about it, you turned the shower on and locked the bathroom door, back sliding down it as you parted your legs, taking your underwear off. throwing them into the dirty wash basket, you slowly rubbed small circles on your clit, moaning quietly. your free hand playing with your breast slowly, occasionally squeezing the flesh. you dipped your finger into your entrance, finger becoming wet with your essence and using it to stimulate your clit more. you closed your eyes, thinking back to the dream you awoke from.

it felt so real, so good. the way his skin felt against yours, his breath against your lips. the way his hips moved against yours as he thrusted into you. he was gentle, but firm which is what you like. he complimented you, calling you a good girl and that your pussy felt so good around him. he was on the verge of being pussy drunk. you wanted it, you wanted him. you slipped two fingers inside, moving them fast as you thought about all the dirty things you wanted to do to hyunjin. the hand that was on your breast, came down to rub fast circles on your clit, hyunjins name falling from your mouth in the form of quiet whimpers.

you imagined hyunjin was with you right now being the one that was pleasuring you or maybe, he would watch you pleasuring yourself, calling you a good girl, his dirty slut. you wanted his big hands around you, around your neck if possible. a familiar knot started to tighten as you continued to pleasure yourself, thinking of hyunjin, moaning out his name. with one final rub and thrust of the fingers, the knot became undone, your orgasm rippling throughout your body causing you to shake and instinctively close your legs. you bit your lip hard to stop you from calling out hyunjins name as you rode our your orgasm.

coming down from it, a wave of guilt washed over you. your brain becoming clear and aware of what just happened. you just got yourself off thinking of someone else, whilst your partner was sound asleep in the room next door. you sighed, standing up and taking the rest of your nightwear off, stepping into the warm shower. you let the water run over your body as you started to think.

sadly, this wasn't a first for you. waking up wet from a sex dream about hyunjin then locking yourself in the bathroom to get yourself off was becoming a regular thing and it had been for a couple of months now, ever since you met him. its not like you was starving of human touch either, you and your partner are pretty active in the bedroom department, they know how to please you but when they introduced you to hyunjin, his work colleague, you was blown away.

you thought you had met a God, a prince. his beauty was breath-taking, almost overwhelming. from his long, shiny hair that someone stayed in place and never became messy, to his perfectly proportioned face, you thanked the heavens above for blessing your eyes with such beauty in the form of Hwang Hyunjin. As time went on, he slowly became a part of your life. You both got on very well very quickly, which your partner liked. they said it was good that you was finally getting to have some friends and being social. you would invite hyunjin over for dinner at times, sometimes go on shopping dates together or have a picnic in the park. the more time you spent with him, the more you got to know him.

you learnt that he's a hopeless romantic and it showed in his art work. pictures of couples kissing, hugging, taking walks together in the form of either watercolour or pencil was enough to make you think that he couldn't get any more perfect. he gifted you a watercolour painting of your favourite flowers for your birthday which is hung proudly in the hallway. The more hyunjin opened up you, the more you got to know him better and it was until you learnt that he hasn't been in a relationship for a few years, claiming that he only gets used for his looks.

"Its a confidence boost to them, to gossip about how they’re with someone like me. and im not talking about the good kind of confidence boost." you vaguely remember him saying those words before claiming that he only does one night stands. That was the beginning of your curiosity. Hyunjin is a man, he has needs and what he does with his sex life, is his business - but you wanted to be part of that business.

a few weeks went by with you thinking about him. what would he be like? would he be passionate and caring, treating you like a Queen or would he be rough and selfish, not caring about you but himself, chasing his own high. you'd often daydream about his hands roaming around your body, groping your ass and breast, occasionally wrapping his long fingers around your neck, pressing gently before they would be inside you, thrusting and curving them to hit that sweet spot.

you was lost in your thoughts one day whilst grocery shopping until you overheard two females gossiping about hyunjin. you know you shouldn't eavesdrop but you couldn't help yourself once you heard his name. you overheard them both explaining how he knew how to treat and pleasure a woman right, knew which spots to hit and where. How he was an expert in the oral department. "the pleasure was so intense, i thought i was going to pass out." overhearing everything they had to say, made you crave for hyunjin and that craving was merely satisfied one night.

your partner had gone out with a few of his friends, a catch up, he called it but you knew he would be coming home drunk at 4am. An hour into being alone, you called hyunjin over, claiming you needed company and you was bored. 10 minutes later, he was round your apartment, both of you sat on the sofa, gossiping about everything whilst occasionally taking shots and drinking.

after your 4th or 5th shot, you felt the alcohol take effect. you felt a little warm and light-headed. you was a happy drunk, laughing at almost anything there was to laugh at. Hyunjin was also a little tipsy and you learnt that tipsy hyunjin equals physical touch. he couldn't keep his hands off you and not in a sexual way. whenever you would crack a joke, he would slap your thigh gently, push you slightly whilst in fits of giggles. his hands would be situated on your thigh, thumb rubbing small circles on the flesh. Whether it was the alcohol taking effect or your curiosity getting the better of you, you became brave.

hyunjin was putting his glass down on the coffee table, licking his lips causing you to overally stare at them. he noticed you looking, his eyebrow raising slightly as his lips curled into a smirk. he placed his soft hands on your cheek, leaning in slowly. your heart hammered against your chest as you closed your eyes, preparing yourself for what was about to come. After a few seconds, you felt warm, soft lips pressed against your own. you hummed softly, your own hands situating themselves on top of his thighs.

with a little more confidence, hyunjin moved his lips and you responded by moving your own in sync with his. His tongue darting out and licking your bottom lip slowly, requesting permission which you gladly did by parting your own lips. your tongues collided together, spit pooling at the corners of your mouth. Your breathing heavy as you felt excited, skin heating up. you was melting into him, into the kiss. butterflies erupting in your stomach, arousal present at the pit of your stomach. you moaned softly wanting more, needing more. hyunjin pulled away slowly, biting his lip. you opened your eyes and looked at him, swallowing slightly. it wasnt until you was both calm that guilt settled in for you both. you both crossed that line that should never be crossed. you both vowed to keep it a secret, to carry on as normal so your partner, his best friend, wouldn't get suspicious.

a few weeks had passed since the kiss and that was when the dreams started. it started of vague, your dreams taking you back to that night but it soon started to escalate. from kissing to fingering, giving and receiving oral. you would do it in public, in photo booths, changing rooms, cinemas. your dreams where driving you crazy at that point because it just made you want hyunjin more and to feed the burning desire and curiosity within.

Your first full blown sex dream happened shortly after and that was the icing on the cake for you. most mornings you'd awake and do your ritual of locking yourself in the bathroom to pleasure yourself whilst thinking back to your dreams. you couldnt bear it anymore but at the same time, you felt guilty. your partner had no idea what was going on in that head of yours and he also had no idea that you and his best friend shared an intimate kiss. you was good at acting normal with him.

the day you decided to put some distance between you and hyunjin, was the day that you masturbated to him whilst he was in your apartment. it was a scorching hot day and hyunjin decided to stop by, have a chat with his best friend and work colleagues. He was dressed in a sleeveless top and denim shorts. nothing out of the ordinary right? however, his long hair was tied up, loose stands fell in front of his angelic face, he was noticeably sweating, face and neck shiny with moisture, his little baby hairs at the back of his neck sticking to his skin. it was like your dream, except a hundred times better.

you couldn't concentration on what he had to say that day. you couldn't help but admire him, admire how his biceps looked, how his eyes would crinkle when he smiled or that infectious laugh of his that you adore. you had to excuse yourself when Hyunjin innocently placed a hand on your leg, skin burning up instantly. you locked yourself in the bathroom, panting and aroused. after you was done, you decided that it was best for you to distance yourself from hyunjin, for your own sake. you couldn't carry on like this anymore.

months later, you was still having dreams but the weren't as frequent anymore. trying to distance yourself from hyunjin was hard at the beginning but you somehow managed. when he would come over, you'd excuse yourself and go to the store or a café. When he would text you asking if you wanted to grab a coffee, you'd lie and say you wasnt feeling very well. you thought your mind had calmed down until he showed up at your door unannounced.

that's how you found yourself in your current situation. you was backed up against the wall, hyunjin hands placed on the wall beside your head, trapping you in. your mind doing a full 360, butterflies erupting in your stomach, spreading all over your body. your inches away from his body, his lips. those lips you kissed months ago.

"why have you been avoiding me, (Y/N)?" you turned your head to the side, avoiding his gaze. he grabbed your chin firm but gently, making you look at him. you swallowed, heart beat picking up in pace as you looked in his eyes.

"I - I dont know what you mean." you whispered. you could feel yourself slowly crumbling under his touch, melting away as his eyes bore into your own.

"Don't play dumb with me. You don't think i don't know. every since the kiss, you've been acting strange around me. did i do something wrong? something to upset you? did you not like this kiss?" you pressed your lips together, words stuck in your throat. Hyunjin leant in close, his breath hitting the shell of your ear before smirking. "But i know you liked it. i know what you did that day, in the bathroom."

eyes widening, you looked at hyunjin panicked. You had been caught, you thought you was careful. you especially took extra precautions that day. you looked at your feet, eyes welling with tears. you was embarrassed, ashamed.

"I'm sorry." you shakily whispered. hyunjin laughed softly before lifting your chin up with his fingers. "Don't be. it was hot. hearing you moan my name like that. but it does make me wonder, what else do you fantasy about?"

you stayed silent, embarrassed as a flood of dreams and memories came rushing back to you. you shook your head no indicating that you wasn't going to tell. Hyunjin ran his fingers through his hair before leaning in close to your lips. you instinctively licked your own.

"be a good girl and tell me what you fantasies about." you snapped, rationality gone, flying out the window. his hands were trailing down your sides, turning you into putty. he smirked. he had you right where he wanted you.

"i think about how we would have sex in public. i-in cinemas and changing rooms. how id be on my knees, allowing you to use my mouth and fuck my throat. Id let you use me, b-because I'm just a toy, a slut for you." you whimpered as hyunjin growled lowly.

"how long has this been going on for?"

"since we met.." hyunjin let out a shaky breath. the air between you both was so thick with want and arousal, you could cut it with a knife. Hyunjin suddenly crashed his lips against yours. it took a few seconds for you to realise what was happening before you closed your eyes and melted into the kiss, into him. his hands snaked around your waist, pulling you flush to his body. moans and groans mixed with tongues, saliva and pants. you pulled away slightly, whispering "we cant do this. my partner, your friend. what i they walk in? what if we get caught?"

"fuck it. I've wanted you for so long, its agonizing. i want to sink my teeth into you, devour you. i want to feel you around my aching cock, call you a good girl as i watch you ride me. i want to see that pretty face of yours full of pleasure that i will so happily give to you. getting caught just adds to the fun."

you lost. you caved into your pent up desires. your kisses were filled with hunger. his hands trailing over your curves, squeezing ever inch before he squeezed your breasts. you whimpered softly before pulling away from his lips. making eye contact with him, you slowly lowered yourself to your knees, grabbing the waistband of his pants and underwear.

"w-wait. what are you doing?"

"let me. i want to, i always have. I'm going crazy, hyunjin. i want this, i want you." you was desperate as you pulled down his clothing. you didn't care how needy or slutty you looked or sounded, you had him here and you wasn't going to let the opportunity slip away from you again. Hyunjin was in shocked, seeing this side of you ignited something deep within him. running his fingers through your hair, he hummed as he watched you.

pulling clothing down to his ankles, his hard cock sprung free. you swallowed and licked your lips. it was better than you imagined, better than your dreams. you gently grabbed the base, feeling the warmth against your hand as you slowly stroked him, rotating your wrist slightly. you looked up at the man who was towering over you to see his eyebrows furrowed together, lip caught in between his teeth.

sticking your tongue out, you licked from base to tip slowly. you planted soft and delicate kisses along the side before licking it again. stopping at the tip, you licked it, salty pre cum collecting on your tongue. Hyunjin groaned, encouraging you to wrap you lips around him. your warm mouth caved him in as you sucked, flattening your tongue and hollowing out your cheeks. your hand had moved to his balls, fondling them. hyunjin moaned, tugging your hair and collecting it into a make shift ponytail. you stopped suddenly and closed your eyes. you tapped on hyunjin's thighs. he swallowed when he realised what you wanted him to do.

hyunjin thrusted into your mouth slowly, testing the waters to see how far he could go. once confident that he could be a bit rougher, he picked up the pace, going deeper, the tip reaching the back of your throat. hyunjin moaned and groaned as he continued to abuse your throat with his cock, the grip on your hair tightening. tears collected in the corners of your eyes, drool slowly making it way down your chin and on the floor beneath you. your underwear was soaked with arousal, pussy clenching around nothing.

hyunjin pulled his cock out off your mouth, making a loud 'pop'. whimpering at the lost, hyunjin looked down at you to see the state you was in. eyes hooded, chin wet with drool, hair tousled and lips slightly swollen. kneeling down to you, he wiped your chin, brushing his thumb along your bottom lip

"you did such a good job, (Y/N). i always knew you was such a good girl." you whimpered at his praises, your hand making its way down to your pussy. hyunjin watched with a raised brow, licking his lips when your hand disappeared underneath the fabric of your underwear. you rubbed slow circles on your clit, moaning softly. Hyunjin watched your every more and it wasn't until you looked him in the eye and moaned his name, that he snapped.

in one swift motion, he had picked you up and thrown you over his shoulder. you squealed as he made his way to the bedroom you share with your partner. throwing you onto the soft mattress gently, you propped yourself up by your elbows and spread your legs allowing hyunjin to see the damn spot that had accumulated from your arousal. you licked your bottom lip as you looked at hyunjin, fingertips feathering along the inside of your thigh.

discarding the rest of his clothes, hyunjin knelt on the bed in between your legs, taking your top off. his hands lightly trailed up from your stomach to your right breast, gripping it in his big hands, squeezing it. you whimpered softly before kissing him again, this time with hunger. Hyunjins fingers grazed over your nipple, the sensitive nub causing you to shiver and mewl.

pulling away from your lips, he shimmed his way to situate himself between your legs. grabbing the waistband of your underwear, he pulled the down and off. the cold air hitting your arousal caused you to shiver. Hyunjins dragged his finger up and down your slit, occasionally rubbing your clit, teasing your entrance by sliding one finger in and then back out again causing you to clench and squirm

"Hyunjin, stop teasing me! i need you so bad! im going insane! give me that cock of yours. ruin me, devour me. ive wanted you for months and all your doing is teasing me!" you whined, eyes becoming wet with tears of frustration. hyunjin didn't think he was that kind of man, seeing someone beg and be frustrated due to him teasing. he didn't think he would be the type of person to love seeing someone cry yet here he was, cock twitching at the sight you begging for him, hot tears collecting in the corners of your eyes. his name rolling off your tongue in the form of frustrated whimpers.

"give it to me. hyunjin. please, give it to me. i need it. i need you. i need your cock inside me, ruining my insides. i don't care anymore, i just- please!!"

in one swift motion, hyunjin was on his back, you straddled on top of him. your entrance hovered above his tip as his hands situated themselves on your waist.

"you want it, you work for it." pressing your lips together, you grabbed the base of his cock, guiding it towards your entrance. slowly lowering yourself, you felt the burn due to being stretch. hyunjins hands squeezed your waist tightly, doing everything in his power to not slam you down. you soon had his entire length inside you, waiting a few minutes to get use to his size.

"s-so big." you mewled, slowly lifting your hips ups before lowering them again. you picked up the pace once you got accustomed to his size, mewls turning into moans with added groans mixed in from the man below you.

"fuck (Y/N) you’re so wet, so tight for me. i cant believe i’ve waited all this time to fuck you!" hyunjin thrusting upwards to met with your thrusts, moans and wet sounds filling up the bedroom. "Fuck this" hyunjin growled, putting you on your back. grabbing your hips and pushing his length back in. his thrust were quick. he was balls deep in you, his hips snapping against your own. the tip of his cock hitting that soft, squishy area that made you toss and turn in pleasure.

your skin was on fire. your hips and back of your thighs starting to hurt from the constant snapping of hyunjins hips. your mind was blank, the only thing you could think of was the glorious man above you. your hands grabbing his shoulders, nails digging into his soft, milky skin leaving crescent marks behind. pleasure was rippling through your body.

"good. s-so good. its so good. you're so good. oh g-god!" you closed your eyes, a familiar knot tightening in the pit of your stomach as hyunjin rubbed lazy circles on your clit, your pussy clenching around his cock causing him to grunt

"you close, doll? you want to cum?" you nodded frantically, your hand grabbing his wrist that was rubbing your clit, squeezing tightly as you became closer to the edge. "fuck, (Y/N). i don't think i can last much longer either."

"inside. cum inside."

"you sure? that's really risky. we're not even using protection for a start."

"its ok. on the pill. its fine, just give it to me. please hyunjin. i want all of you!" with a final snap of his hips, the knot became undone. moaning out his name in a string of curses, your body twitched, back arched and legs shake as you rode out your high with the help of hyunjin. you pushed away his hand that was stimulating your clit claiming you was sensitive to the touch. seeing you orgasm was enough for hyunjin to halt his movements, body twitching as he painted your walls with him cum. he thrusted shallowly, helping to ride out both your highs before gently pulling out and resting beside you.

panting and covered in sweat, you looked at hyunjin and smiled sleepily. he extended his hand out and stroked your cheek softly. for a brief moment, you forgot about the world, about life. it was you and him, together.

"what do we do now?" you asked, opening your eyes

"well, we go shower and clean up."

"no silly. what do WE do now. as in, where does this lead us?" hyunjin hummed for a second, thinking.

"well, i enjoyed it. a lot." you nodded, feelings mutual. "however, there is a slight problem to that. we 100% crossed that line that shouldn't be crossed and i cant help but feel guilty for it but at the same time, its exhilarating."

you nodded again, agreeing with him. he's right, its so wrong what you two had just done but it felt so right. you felt guilty because your partner didn't deserve the betrayal from you both however, the danger of possibly being caught was exciting to you both. "do you wanna continue or..?"

"do you?" he turned the question back onto you. you thought about it for a second before nodding slowly.

"then i guess you'll be my little secret, princess."

[sodrippy]

how-to-train-your-heartless replied to your post “the worst, most annoying and most damaging thing is when...”

this could veeeery easily be mistaken for slut shaming :[

this is late but hi idk if youre familiar w the concept but just in case ‘item song’ here refers to a really gross part of hindi cinema where almost every single movie has an utterly irrelevant song featuring a half naked woman dancing in a ~sexy~ way while men ogle her lewdly. no offence but in no way could my post be taken as slut shaming bc its not about women with agency over their sexuality being demeaned or made feel unworthy, its about a nasty decade long trend which affects women in very real ways, from self confidence issues to assault and more, and feeds into the really violent sexism which exists in india (and the world in general ofc) and my point was that its already bad enough when men think its harmless and fun, or just ‘the way movies are’, without women stepping in and giving it some kind of misguided Feminist Approval when its so detrimental to women and the way we are perceived and treated in the real world

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One Single Thread of Gold

Chris Evans x Reader

Chris takes you for a ride to relax after a long day

Note: Flufftober yay! This is based on this request. Taylor Swift rules. Enjoy!

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“Hey babe,” you say as you knock on Chris’ open home office door.

“Come on in, sweetheart,” Chris says.

You walk over to him and stand between his legs. His hands come to rest on your waist as yours hold the sides of his face. Chris grins up at you.

He just finished an interview, and you can’t help but love the way he looks right now. His beard is freshly groomed, and he is wearing a button up that lets just a tiny bit of tattoos show.

“How was the interview?” you ask him.

“It was okay. Not as good as being with you now is. How was your day?”

“It was decent. A little stressful though,” you admit.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he says. He stands up from his office chair and you two switch the position of your hands. His find your face and he brushes his knuckles over your cheeks ever so lightly.

“Do you want to go for a ride and listen to Taylor Swift?” he asks you with an excited smile.

“Really?”

“Of course. She always makes you feel better, my love,” he says.

“I’m so in love with you,” you say.

“I’m so in love with you too, y/n. Let me grab my keys and we’ll head out, yeah?”

“Yes please,” you say.

Chris kisses your lips briefly before he takes your hand leads you to his car.

 You spend the evening driving around and listening to Taylor Swift. Chris sings the songs loudly after you catch him pretending he doesn’t know the lyrics.

Chris looks over at you singing invisible string and he just knows that you’re his forever.

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[algebaricproofy]

Fuck You Series: Part 1

Part 2: Part3 part4 part5 part6

genre: smut, bit of angst, fluff, band au, uni au, enemies to lovers au

pairing: beomgyu x gn reader (afab tho when it comes to smut parts)

warnings: nsfw, sub! beomgyu, dom! reader, just reader and beomgyu arguing with each other for so goddamn long, degrading & slut shaming

synopsis: you and Beomgyu are both from infamous rival bands at the same uni, you being the bassist of your band: Blue Moon. Beomgyu being the lead guitarist of his band: Tomorrow x Together . You hate Beomgyu the most out of all of them though and one night at a party you decide to teach him a "lesson" and become...fuck buddies ??

word count: 1.2k

Song of the chapter: Bad influence - Bernard Park

Loud music blared, a faint smell of drugs, alcohol and BO drifted over the room. People were awfully dancing about, flailing their arms with red solo cups accompanying their hands. A typical house party.

You weren't very much of a fan to be honest, but that was what uni life was famous for: being absolutely hammered and having a lecture the next day in the morning with a hangover. All old people were so reminiscent of their uni days you just thought you'd be thankful in the future.

Suddenly needing to go to the bathroom, you go upstairs, wading past the numerous people and see a door that you assume could be it. You reach for the knob but your hands are met with someone else's instead.

Of course it was Choi Beomgyu.

"I was going to the bathroom first thank you very much." You say, pulling his hand away from the knob.

"No way I need to go right now." He says, putting his hand back on the doorknob.

"So do I and I'm going first." You argue.

Both of you continue bickering for a while, each pulling each other's hands away from the knob and shouting at each other until you've had enough and just turn it, both of you falling forwards into the room that was most definitely not even the bathroom.

"What a dumbass. You didn't even know whether it was the bathroom", Beomgyu sneers at you.

"Neither did you?"

"Yeah but I just assumed it was since your face looked like you were gonna piss right there and you were going towards the door like your life depended on it."

"Fuck off."

"Your band performing at the the uni music festival then?" He asks, ignoring you.

"Yeah we are obviously, both of our bands are the only reason why people even go."

"I can understand why people would go for us but not really for you guys."

"I could say the same for you. Your band is like barely even mediocre at best."

"Yeah? Go on, give me one reason."

"Well first off, all your songs are so fucking annoying they just use the same melody and lyrics over and over and over again like your newest track, lover loser or whatever? Like, we get you're a loser and we agree actually but you don't have to keep repeating it every 5 seconds."

"As your latest song was any better? I wouldn't even classify that a song. What even was that shit I swear my ears were actually bleeding"

"Also what even is your fucking band name? Tomorrow x together? It just sounds like you typed in band name generator and picked the first thing you saw."

"Hey! Our name has a very sentimental meaning actually! We've come together under one dream in hopes of buil-"

"Yeah I've heard that way too many times."

"Also what even is your guitarist, bro can't improvise for shit it's like they never learnt any basic scales"

"Ryujin is an extremely talented guitarist and that's rich coming from you."

"Um no I can-"

You can't even be bothered to pay attention to whatever crap he was saying, instead you focus your attention on what his face looked like right now. His pretty perfectly shaped and sized eyebrows were furrowed at you, nose slightly scrunched, long hair swaying and those plump lips moving about fast, probably spewing something about you or your band members. Sure you disliked him but he was slightly attractive, you hate to admit. Why would the universe gift someone who was so annoying such a face like that?

You hated everything else about him though, the way he thought so highly of himself and was such a cocky bitch and the way he treated you and your band.

It made you want to see what he'd be like underneath you, all of that stripped, begging you for mercy.

So when you attached your lips to his, shutting him from whatever shit he was going on about, you didn't expect him to let you continue or to kiss you back. And when you grabbed him by both of his wrists, pinning them by the sides of his head and moving him towards the bed, you expected him to let go immediately and ask you if you've lost your mind. Had you lost your mind? It wasn't even like you could blame it on the alcohol because you hadn't had any.

Even when you were now trailing rough kisses on his neck, you were still waiting for him to throw you off him but he didn't. Only squeezing his eyes shut, same furrowed brows and slight whimpers escaping his lips.

It made you wonder what other sounds he could make so one of your hands travelled to his clothed dick and you started palming him, earning extraordinarily pretty moans and gasps from him, especially when you only focused on his sensitive tip.

You could tell he couldn't take anymore of it. His mouth was hanging wide open, his only free hand squeezed tightly shut. You smirk at his state. Never would you have thought you'd see him this way.

"I didn't know you were such a plain slut, Beomgyu", You laugh but he only moans out your name in response, "What? Want me to fuck you?"

He nods his head fast and whines out a please.

"Say my band's better than yours and that Ryujin is a better lead guitarist than you could ever be then"

He looks at you with pleading eyes.

"No? Okay then." You stop what you're doing and start to get off him but he stops you by grabbing your hand.

"Your band...is better than mine and Ryujin...is a better lead guitarist than I'll ever be" He doesn't make eye contact with you, his head down but you swear you can see tears in his eyes. He must feel totally humiliated right now it's quite funny actually.

"Aw. What a good boy." You say sarcastically, ruffling his hair then finally freeing his painfully hard dick which was pretty much oozing with precum. Taking off your pants too, you position his dick at your entrance and slowly sink down, Beomgyu throwing his head back, already a moaning mess.

You pin his hands next to his head again and start to move and roll your hips on him. Really, such pretty moans were coming out of him, encouraging you to go at a much faster pace. Until finally, you could tell he was gonna cum any second, evident from the way his moaning and whimpering became more and more frequent and high pitched and how is eyes were rolling back slightly and then, obviously him saying "I'm gonna cum" and then he does. Quite a lot. But you carry on rolling your hips on his dick.

“W-what are you doing?” He asks, gasping

“Oh I’m not done with you yet Choi Beomgyu.”

Reblogs are really appreciated <;33

a/n: tell me if you want to be added to the taglist in the comments of this post or ask box ! I'm not sure if I'll continue this bc I'm dying from cringeness rn

[blackcatrph]

»  ━━  SABRINA CARPENTER ‘ EMAILS I CAN’T SEND ’ SENTENCE MEMES.

lyrics  pulled  from  sabrina  carpenter’s  album  ‘  emails  i  can’t  send.  ’  please  amend  pronouns  where  necessary.  nsfw  content  present. 

EMAILS  I  CAN’T  SEND.

“  it’s  times  like  these  i  wish  i  had  a  time  machine.  ”

“  were  you  really  sleeping  ?  ”

“  were  you  lying  to  me  and  the  family  ?  ”

“  there’s  no  us  in  us  when  i’m  lacking  trust.  ”

“  you  want  to  discuss  ?  ”

“  you  disgust  me.  ”

“  don’t  make  me  cuss  you  out.  ”

“  why  did  you  let  me  down  ?  ”

“  don’t  say  sorry  now.  ”

“  thanks  to  you,  i  can’t  love  right.  ”

“  i  get  nice  guys  and  villainise  them.  ”

“  i  read  their  texts  like  they’re  having  sex  right  now.  ”

“  i’m  scared  i’ll  find  out  that  it’s  true.  ”

“  i  blame  you  for  every  worst  i  assume.  ”

“  don’t  think  i’ll  find  forgiveness  as  fast  as  mom  did.  ”

“  god  i  love  you,  but  you’re  such  a  dipshit.  ”

“  you  were  all  i  looked  up  to,  now  i  can’t  even  look  at  you.  ”

VICIOUS.

"  it  was  dressed  up  in  heated  emotion.  ”

“  i  tried  to  look  for  the  best  in  the  worst.  ”

“  fuck  me,  that  caused  a  commotion.  ”

“  you’re  lucky  i’m  a  private  person.  ”

“  i’ve  quietly  carried  your  burden.  ”

“  everyone  thinks  you’re  an  angel  but  shit,  i  would  probably  use  different  wording.  ”

“  you’re  so  vicious.  ”

“  love  me  and  then  pretend  you  didn’t.  ”

“  crush  my  heart  and  wreck  my  image.  ”

“  why  you  gotta  be  so  vicious  ?  ”

“  you  just  run  to  whoever  is  winning.  ”

“  you  said  it  was  me  and  you  for  life  and  now  you’re  kinda  acting  like  i  died.  ”

“  you  don’t  feel  remorse.  you  don’t  feel  the  effects.  ”

“  you  don’t  think  you  hurt  me  if  you  wish  me  the  best.  ”

“  i  should  have  known  all  along  i  was  only  the  next  one  to  take  your  love  songs  as  a  promise.  ”

“  i  loved  you,  but  i  wish  i  didn’t.  ”

READ  YOUR  MIND.

“  i  can’t  read  your  mind.  ” 

“  you  say  that  you  need  to  be  alone,  but  night  and  day  you  want  me  at  your  beck  and  call.  ”

“  you  say  you  know  that  you  might  be  crossing  a  line..  ”

“  to  think  we  could  ever  be  casual.  ”

“  you’re  not  my  friend.  ”

“  why  the  fuss  ?  if  you  say  you  wanna  be  mine  ?  ”

“  tell  me,  what’s  going  to  happen  when  it’s  you  and  me  in  a  room  but  you  know  you  can’t  have  it  ?  ”

“  did  i  get  the  message  in  the  way  you  intended  ?  ”

“  tell  me  that  you  need  me  in  your  life.  ”

BECAUSE  I  LIKED  A  BOY.

“  you  showed  up  with  a  boombox.  ”

“  who  knew  cuddling  on  trampolines  could  be  so  reckless  ?  ”

“  we  bonded  over  black  eyed  peas  and  complicated  exes.  ”

“  it  was  all  so  innocent.  ”

“  now  i’m  a  homewrecker,  i’m  a  slut.  ”

“  i’ve  got  death  threats  filling  up  semitrucks.  ”

“  tell  me  who  i  am.  ”

“  guess  i  don’t  have  a  choice.  ”

“  i’m  the  hot  topic  on  your  tongue.  ”

“  i’m  a  rebound  getting  around  stealing  from  the  young.  ”

“  everything’s  derailing.  ”

“  i  was  only  trying  to  hold  you  close.  ”

“  you  said  i’m  too  late  to  be  your  first  love  but  i’ll  always  be  your  favourite.  ”

“  and  all  of  this  for  what  ?  ”

“  when  everything  went  down,  we’d  already  broken  up  !  ”

ALREADY  OVER.

“  we’ve  been  talking  for  hours  about  how  we  shouldn’t  talk  for  hours  on  end.  ”

“  we’d  probably  be  better  off  as  friends.  ”

“  same  time  here  next  weekend  ?  ”

“  say  we  won’t  do  this  again.  ”

“  how  am  i  supposed  to  close  the  door  when  i  still  need  the  closure ?  ”

“  how  am  i  supposed  to  leave  you  now  ?  ”

“  selfishly,  i  don’t  want  to  give  you  time  to  be  on  someone  else’s  lips.  ”

“  after  the  aftermath,  i  know  you’ll  be  coming  back.  ”

HOW  MANY  THINGS.

“  there’s  no  hiding  from  the  thought  of  us.  ”

“  i  got  ways  to  find  you  anywhere.  ”

“  i  consider  you,  i’m  not  trying  to.  ”

“  it  doesn’t  matter  whether  or  not  i  want  to,  i  can’t  help  it.  ”

“  it’s  a  habit.  ”

“  your  corner  in  my  mind  is  well  established.  ”

“  i  wonder  how  many  things  you  think  about  before  you  get  to  me.  ”

“  i  feel  myself  falling  further  down  your  priorities.  ”

“  i  still  make  excuses  for  you  constantly.  ”

“  remember  when  you  left  once  ?  that  never  made  too  much  sense  to  me.  ”

“  it  hurt  you  so  bad  hurting  me.  ”

“  you  really  came  to  me  for  sympathy.  ”

“  am  i  not  even  a  second  thought  ?  ”

BET  U  WANNA.

“  you  told  me  i’m  your  only.  ”

“  it’s  all  unfolding  babe.  ”

“  didn’t  think  about  it  when  you  let  me  down.  ”

“  hurts  to  see  me  out  of  your  reach.  ”

“  bet  you  want  to  love  me  now.  ”

“  that’s  right,  feel  the  way  it  feels  when  you  don’t  have  control.  ”

“  is  it  feeding  all  your  fears  ?  ”

“  i  bet  you  hate  the  way  that  you  said  goodbye,  and  you  can’t  even  tell  me  why.  ”

“  i  hate  the  way  that  you  left  me  dry.  ”

“  i’ll  keep  that  between  you  and  i.  ”

NONSENSE.

“  i  might  change  your  contact  to  ‘don’t  leave  me  alone’.  ”

“  you  said  you  like  my  eyes  and  you  like  to  make  them  roll.  ”

“  treat  me  like  a  queen.  ”

“  now  you’ve  got  me  thrown.  ”

“  i  can’t  help  myself  when  you  get  close  to  me.  ”

“  i  don’t  want  no  one  else.  ”

“  here’s  a  lil  song  i  wrote,  it’s  about  you  and  me.  ”

“  i’ll  be  honest,  looking  at  you  got  me  thinking  nonsense.  ”

“  when  you’ve  got  your  arms  around  me,  it  feels  so  good.  ”

“  i  can’t  find  my  chill,  i  must  have  lost  it.  ”

FAST  TIMES.

“  sky  looks  so  purple  i  can  taste  it.  ”

“  what  the  fuck  is  patience  ?  ”

“  give  me  a  second  to  forget  i  ever  really  meant  it.  ”

“  my  feelings  used  to  be  serrated.  ”

“  you  speak  in  such  a  perfect  cadence.  ”

BAD  FOR  BUSINESS.

“  he’s  good  for  my  heart,  but  he’s  bad  for  business.  ”

“  he  tears  me  apart  when  he  grants  my  wishes.  ”

“  all  my  friends  think  i’ve  gone  crazy.  ”

“  we  look  good  in  photographs.  ”

“  i  like  the  way  you  like  to  laugh  at  dirty  jokes.  ”

“  i’ve  never  been  so  glad  to  be  so  tired.  ”

“  i’m  mad  for  you.  ”

“  it’s  sad  but  it’s  true.  ”

“  if  i’m  just  writing  happy  songs,  will  anybody  sing  along ?  ”

“  you  had  to  go  and  break  into  my  head.  ” 

“  i  would  try  to  fight  these  feelings  but  i  can’t  find  a  single  reason.  ”

“  i’d  make  all  the  same  mistakes  again.  ”

“  he’s  good,  it’s  bad.  the  best  i’ve  ever  had.  ”

“  i  know  that  everyone  sees  that  he’ll  be  the  death  of  me.  ”

DECODE.

“  you’re  good  at  the  falling,  not  the  staying  there.  ”

“  you’re  good  at  the  giving  too  much  and  then  getting  scared.  ”

“  you’re  good  at  impersonating  someone  who  cares.  ”

“  you  had  me  for  a  minute  there.  ”

“  now  i  wonder  why  i  let  your  confusion  keep  me  up  at  night.  ”

“  i  reread  every  single  undertone  and  i  overanalyse  it.  ”

“  where  else  can  we  go  ?  ”

“  there’s  nothing  left  here  to  decode.  i’m  done  looking  for  signs.  ”

“  there’s  a  weight  off  my  shoulders  now  that  i  don’t  chase  you.  ”

“  did  that  emasculate  you  ?  ”

“  learning  from  you  that  i  can  walk  away  too.  ”

[prsfphone]

𝘚𝘖𝘕𝘎𝘚 𝘛𝘖 𝘠𝘌𝘈𝘙𝘕 𝘛𝘖 - EDDIE MUNSON

part 2 of hot-wired love, which you can read here.

words: 4,115

warnings: eddie’s love language is gift-giving, Kiss shaming, slut-shaming eddie, pushing eddie off of furniture, oral sex (f receiving), penetrative sex, light degradation, fingering, dirty talk, just so much talking, like can these two stfu already, Eddie the Gross Perv

a/n: i very strongly advise having i was made for lovin’ you by kiss on standby for this. just to get the full experience. 

eddie was lazing half on his couch, half on the floor when you pushed open the door of his trailer. “did you bring a bag with you this time?” he asked, staring at you upside down.

you squinted at him in the dimness as you closed the door to block the scorching sun. “what?”

“oh, silly me—thought you were moving in ‘cause of how often you’re here.”

you thought about kicking him while he was down—literally—but opted instead for shoving him none too delicately entirely off the couch once you’d perched on the edge of the narrow thing.

eddie landed unceremoniously and gracelessly in a swearing heap of hair, hellfire shirt, and gangly legs.  

 when he managed to get to his feet, you were sitting innocently with your legs crossed and fingers knotted in your lap. “you could come to my place, but you’re a chicken shit.”

“i’m not chicken-shit, your uncle is fucking scary. you don’t see it because he’s like…goddamn gandalf to you.” he sat down next to you, seeming particularly proud of his comparison, and you reached over, gently fixing his out-of-place hair, straightening his wild bangs. you wanted to ask what he meant about gandalf but as you watched, and he looked back at you, the anger faded from his face. something else bloomed in its stead. you dropped your hands and glanced down to your beat-up sneakers, breaking the gaze first. maybe, just maybe, you were a hypocrite.

eddie jumped to his feet. “made you a tape,” he said and bounded off to his bedroom at the back.

you waited with raised brows. he clumsily shoved the cassette tape into the player and turned to stare at you with a barely contained grin. “this one better not be all blondie again,” you teased, trying to pretend like his staring didn’t make you want to fidget and blush.

“not a chance, princess,” he winked and you snorted, the momentary spell broken. “it’s actually only breakup songs with metal guitar riffs thrown in. for when you’re away from me.”

“for when i’m away from you,” you repeated dryly.

“so you can properly lament not being in the sunshine of my company.” he handed you the cassette’s case. “i even wrote on it, so you don’t forget.” songs to yearn for eddie to, he’d written in sloppy sharpie. he pressed play and you waited, attentive.

master of puppets blared, a little too loud to be heard properly—though that was how eddie insisted metal was best listened to—and as it played, eddie played air guitar, fingers moving rapidly up and down the invisible neck, holding notes and strumming. you couldn’t help but laugh when he began head-banging, tossing his messy curls every which way. you’d tried to do it with him once, in solidarity, but the jerky movements gave you a headache too quick that lasted too long.

metallica played out their last notes and the tape continued on. the songs were a thoughtful variety—you could tell eddie had really gone out of his music comfort zone in search of songs he thought you’d enjoy and it made you smile. they were mostly hard, upbeat songs so when the tone switched to a less guitar-heavy, almost lighter tone, you froze a little. “oh,” you perked up, brows high. “what is this?”

you were listening hard, trying to pick up the lyrics to figure out why eddie had gone so very far away from metal for you, and laughed when you figured out the song. shook your head; “you were going so strong, munson. closing with kiss?”

tonight, i want to give it all to you

in the darkness, there’s so much i want to do

and tonight, i want to lay it at your feet

‘cause girl, i was made for you

and girl, you were made for me

he put a hand to his chest—and he probably meant to put it over his heart, but he had it on the right side as opposed to the left—in hurt. always with the dramatics. “hey, you’re hurting my feelings, Y/N. i make you an incredible mix tape and you tell me it’s not good enough and you’re leaving with the kids and divorcing me? and what do you have against gene simmons?”

tonight, i want to see it in your eyes

feel the magic, there’s something that drives me wild

and tonight, we’re gonna make it all come true

‘cause girl, you were made for me

and girl, i was made for you

you side-eyed him, not bothering to dignify his divorce fantasies. “oh nothing. but i do have a righteous vendetta against ace frehley for stealing my virtue.” you batted your lashes at him. “you’ll avenge me, won’t you, eddie?”

his eyes went wide and pink dotted his cheeks. his voice was off in a way you couldn’t place as he spoke. “are you asking me to go back in time and defend your honour, princess?”

“no, i’m asking you to kill him for me and bring back his balls as proof that you’ve done the deed. avenged me. go all evil queen-huntsman on his ass.”

“evil queen-huntsman,” he repeated.

“come on, munson,” you threw your hands in the air. “haven’t you ever seen snow white?”

“no. you’re unhinged,” eddie breathed. “delightfully unhinged, but unhinged.”

you beamed. “i blame you. you’ve ruined me.”

it seemed to slip out of his mouth before he could stop it. “i haven’t ruined you yet.”

you burst out laughing. “i was being dramatic, eddie,” you rolled your eyes. “you couldn’t ruin me if you tried.”

his mood shifted. “how would you know? you’ve never had sex with me.”

you had to gape at him. it took you a moment to come up with something to say. “please, munson. if you fuck like you hot-wire, i don’t think i’m missing much.” you tried for flippant, breezy, but it was clear he’d caught you off guard, especially to him and you were suddenly aware of your body—aware of his, so close to you.

“i can hot-wire a car, and i can fuck you senseless.”

you were leaning into him. you hardly noticed.

he laughed, but there was no humour in it—well, only a little bit. “you’re acting like you want to find out.”

“i am not,” you breathed, but you were so close you could smell him; that cigarette, pot smell he always seemed to wear with cheap kmart cologne sprayed sparingly over the top. his hands had moved on to your thighs—they were warm and big, except for the cold bite of his rings that made you even more aware of him (you didn’t think that was possible), that stoked a growing heat in your belly.

“‘t’s too bad,” he answered lowly, sorrowfully, but you didn’t dwell. not when he swooped in and kissed you square on the mouth. it wasn’t suave and it wasn’t practiced—it was eddie through and through; his nose bumped yours and he only managed to peck half of your mouth at first. but your hands found the sides of his face and you leaned into it, tilting your head to slot against him better and opening your mouth to give him better access.

his hands kneaded at your thighs, playing with the doughy fat. he used his grip there to push your legs apart, an action that met with no resistance from you as you let him tug you by the hips into him. he didn’t argue, either, when you—hands on his face, his neck, spanning across his shoulder blades, tangling in his hair—pulled him down to lay over you.

“babe,” he said, and you preened at the new name, “y’have to stop doing that.”

you kissed at his jaw, hooked your left leg around his hip. “doing what?”

“grinding against me like that—”

“i wasn’t—!”

eddie laughed. “that’s cute, honey,” he pouted his lips. “want me so bad and you don’t even notice.” he could see the protest forming on your lips and thrust against you. it was effective. you clenched your thighs together, wanting more as that brief hit of bright, sharp pleasure spiked through you. he held himself up with one arm he used the other to trace the outline on your shape, his finger drawing patterns you didn’t have the brain space to decipher across your stomach, up between the valley of your breasts. “wasn’t so much grinding”—amusement shadowed his words—“as just these small little circles. just…moving your hips around.

“didn’t know you were such a needy little thing, Y/N.”

“shut up,” you said, lacking any real conviction. he kissed you again, an open-mouthed kiss that he drew out before pulling away, tugging his shirt over his head and tossing it on the floor.  

he was a patchwork of tattoos with dark hair all over his chest, trailing down into a line that lead into his pants. you wanted to see the rest of it, but when eddie felt your hands on his belt loops, he caught up your hands. “uh uh uh, babe. i show you mine, you show me yours.”

“eddie,” it was almost a whine as you tried to break his grip around your wrists. almost a whine, but not quite, but certainly enough to have his hand flexing around your wrist, his head falling forward and his eyes squeezing shut. he made a pained sound and you felt the hard press of his clothed erection against your cunt again. a breathy sound of pleasure fell out of you and he repeated his pained sound.

his eyes opened suddenly, boring into you. “jesus christ,” he cursed. “i’m gonna have to gag you before i come in my jeans.”

you were breathing harder. “eddie,” you repeated and he clenched his eyes for a long second.

“yeah?”

“need my hands to take my shirt off.”

“shit, yeah, oh yeah,” he let you go, pulled back, onto his knees, to watch you sit up slightly and awkwardly, one-handedly, peel off the striped t-shirt.

your bra was nothing special—white, a little stained, with lace lining the edges of the cups—but eddie descended on you like he’d never seen anything more exciting in his life. he kissed along the exposed tops of your tits, sliding his hands underneath you to work at the clasp. it came loose after a few attempts and you held up your arms for him to slide it off, laughing a little at the way his eyes lit up. his hands cupped your tits, forcing you to glance down to see how well you filled his hands.

you were writhing against him, ready for him to just get on with it—your boobs weren’t that special, jesus christ.

eventually, after winding you up with his mouth around your nipples and biting marks into the sides of your tits, eddie made his way lower, popping open the button fly of your shorts as he did, with an ease you felt oddly betrayed by. “slut,” you accused him.

his eyes flinched up to yours from where he was in the process of tugging the shorts down your legs. “i wouldn’t call you a slut.”

“you, munson.”

he flung the shorts merrily across the room. he wasn’t even looking at you—well not at your eyes. no, his attention was rapt on your bare cunt. “no underwear? are we sure i’m the slut in this room?”

“it’s laundry day.”

“mmm of course it is,” he brushed a light hand over the curls between your thighs. he glanced up to you as he grabbed at your calves and dragged you exactly where he wanted you, with your back against the couch’s back, legs hanging over the side. he picked up your legs and swung one over each shoulder, and like a rag doll, you let him. “so why am i a slut?”

you could hardly breathe, let alone think, with his face level with your pussy. when he ran a knuckle delicately across the slit of you, you couldn’t help the twitch that went through you; he laughed. you kicked your head back, with the absurd idea that if you couldn’t see him you might be able to form a coherent thought. but being able to feel him and not see him was almost worse. every touch was a surprise that had you tensing up and digging into him.

“princess?” eddie prompted and then gave you a lick.

it was your turn to make a pained noise. “name me one person that does this to a girl who isn’t a slut,” you shot back.

he sounded affronted. “christ, woman, i haven’t even done anything!”

“lies!”

apparently fully invested in the business of proving you wrong, eddie dove into your cunt with fervor. his tongue found your clit, drawing shapes there, while he stretched you out on his fingers. his free hand was a band around your right thigh and you gasped, thrusting against his face.

“okay,” you said. “okay okay okay! ‘t’s enough—too much!”

he stopped his ministrations, eyes searching yours. “what’s the matter, babe?”

“i…i’m too…full,” you flushed.

eddie’s eyes were soft. he smiled against the flesh of your inner thigh. “gotta stretch you out before i fuck you senseless.”

“oh,” you said, and it turned into a moan when he dove back into your cunt.

“i mean, really,” he said between licks, “shouldn’t ace frehley have taught you all this when he stole your virtue?”

you couldn’t manage a laugh. his fingers were moving around relentlessly inside you, curling, searching for something with each pump. it felt good, if not strange, and then, very suddenly, it felt so very, very good.

your hands wound tight in his hair, tugging and you’d feel bad when you thought back on it later, but something was happening and eddie was talking, sweet nothings were so incredibly not sweet and you had never come so hard in your life; had the thought that if this was an orgasm, you had never actually had one before this. “come on, babe, there you go—fuck—yeah…yeah, come for me. there’s a good girl. such a sweet little slut for me,” you couldn’t entirely tell if he was teasing. your legs kicked out beside his head, toes curling. your hips lifted off the couch.

the orgasm ebbed slowly and when it did, eddie had his head against your thigh, drawing light circles on your clit that made you twitch. he grinned. “didn’t think you’d be so sensitive,” he mused.

you were still half in the clouds. “you thought about it?”

his hand fell away from your clit only for him to bring it to his mouth, licking off his fingers decadently, like a lollipop. “i’ve been thinking about it since i saw you in a holey t-shirt and that pretty little pair of pink underwear with a bow on them—

you tried to pretend you weren’t beet red. “you mean when you tried to hot wire my—”

“don’t ruin the moment,” he chided lightly, conversational. “thought about how much it probably did look like we’d been fucking, and how much i wish that’s what i’d been doing instead.

“thought about—what if i just pulled those slutty little panties to the side and let you ride my face right there. i could’ve made you come so hard,” a secret, devious little smile, “imagined the noises you’d make when you came. imagined the sound that would come out of you when i filled you up.”

“what sound do you think i’d make?” your voice was low, nearly a whisper. like you were telling a secret.

eddie got up slowly, leaning over you, bracing his hands on the back of the couch at either side of your head. his lips ghosted across yours as he spoke and you couldn’t break his gaze. “i think you’d gasp, cry just a little, just for me—‘cause i’m so big, and you’re too full and it hurts.”

“and then what?”

“find out for yourself, Y/N.”

eddie pulled you to your feet, towing you to his bedroom wordlessly. he laid you out on the bed softly, hands splaying across every inch of flesh he could manage. he reached left you for a moment, digging around in one of his dresser drawers that never closed properly. he returned, victorious, with a foil packet in his hand. he held it out to you while his free hand began working on the fly of his pants. “hold it for me, honey?”

you grabbed it and propped yourself up on your forearms to watch as eddie undressed. you’d never thought it could be anything but awkward, these moments before intimacy. but something about the way he rushed, fingers clumsy and eyes flicking up to you—as if to check you hadn’t snuck out the window—was endearing.

eddie kicked his pants off impatiently and plucked the condom from your fingers, tearing it open with his teeth. it was bright red, almost the colour of a coke can, and you had the passing thought that of course eddie would pick the most obnoxious condoms.

he hadn’t been bluffing or merely talking himself up in the living room—no, he was big and you were almost a little afraid to have him inside of you. he rolled the condom on and before he lined his cock up with your entrance, he slid a hand between your legs, toying with the wetness there.

“are you ready, princess?”

“yeah.”

he slid in slowly, and still the stretch was almost too much. it burned like when you’d lost your virginity but you were so worked up that the burn of the stretch was secondary to the feeling of utter fullness and pleasure you imagined was right on the horizon. you lifted your hips, searching for more of him, wanting to get it over with, but eddie pinned them down. “don’t rush me, Y/N. ‘m gonna give you what you need.”

every time he talked, it had your stomach in knots and your heart beating harder. eddie pushed further and further until you were tearing up. he noticed. “almost there, yeah?”

you had your arm tossed over your eyes. “you were right,” you bemoaned. “it hurts. it’s too much. i give up.”

he snorted. “and you call me dramatic.”

“eddie,” you whined and he gave an involuntary thrust.

“almost there, honey. just a little bit more, yeah? for me?” you could only nod. how could you say no to him when he asked like that? with those big brown puppy dog eyes?

after another long minute, eddie seated himself fully in you and you couldn’t help the ragged breath you had to pull in. you twisted around a little, just to feel how full of him you were, and he reached up to hold each of your hands in both of his own before drawing back out slowly. his fingers tightened when you moaned and he bent down to swallow the sound in a kiss.

he went in faster this time and the burn of the stretch had almost faded entirely. gradually, eddie developed a rhythm; drawing out slowly before thrusting back in hard and fast because that’s what made you the loudest.

his hands fell from yours and he leaned away, blowing you a kiss as you leaned up to chase his mouth. his hair was falling in his face, though it didn’t seem to bother him overmuch as he slid those big hands under your hips and changed the angle. a louder sound spilled out of you and eddie was delighted; “better?”

“yes—oh my god, that’s so good. you feel so good eddie.”

“you think i feel good? christ, if only you knew how tight your pussy is.” he was picking up speed, ditching his previous rhythm. you unfurled before his eyes, stretching against him, writhing and moaning. his hips bumped against yours, pelvis brushing against your swollen clit while your tits bounced with every rough thrust. eddie’s eyes were trained on where he was driving in and out of your sopping hole. “you’re so fucking wet, babe. ruining my sheets. making a mess on my cock. you gonna clean me up after? gonna be a good girl and say ‘thank you for fucking my brains out, eddie’ while you lick my cock clean?”

“it’s your fault i’m so—i’m so—i’m making a mess. shouldn’t you cl-clean me up?”

“it’s my fault?” his expression suggested it was out of the realm of possibility he might even slightly be to blame for the wet spot you’re leaving on his bed. “can’t even be nice when i’m giving you the best fucking of your life?”

you shrugged helplessly, merely trying to figure out what to do with your hands—where to put them to keep you anchored here as he fucked you hard enough to make your head spin.

eddie leaned down, mouth next to your ear, whispering a secret: “it’s all right, babe. it makes me hard when you’re mean to me.”

“freak,” you muttered into the heat of his mouth.

“or maybe i’m not fucking you good enough?” he shifted your hips again, searching for some magical angle that would make different, perhaps nicer words come out of your mouth.

eddie grinned, all teeth, with hair in his eyes and bangs clinging to his sweaty forehead, when you let out a sound that might as well have been a sob. he’d found a spot inside you that he was abusing mercilessly now. every thrust had you clinging desperately to eddie, legs wrapped around his narrow hips and digging your nails into the skin of his back.

eddie reached down between your bodies, finding your clit. he circled the rough pad of his finger over it, the friction torturous. combined with his cock prodding relentlessly at your g-spot, you were dizzyingly close to the precipice. if it were a cliff, a light breeze could send you screaming to your death. “you want to come?” eddie cooed. you nodded desperately, brows furrowed, face pinched in pleasure, in desperation. his rhythm was beginning to stutter. “you want to come for me, pretty girl? come for me like a good little slut?”

“yes, yes—please, eddie, please—i need—”

he groaned. “i know what you need, honey. and i’ll give it to you—fuck—give it to you as soon as you say thank you.”

“oh my god—please—thank you—thank you, eddie—” he increased the pressure of his finger on your clit and the moment you fell apart at the seams in his arms, he was done for. you were holding onto him so tightly he could hardly move anymore, but it didn’t matter—with the way your pussy was clenching around him as your orgasm worked you over, it didn’t take much more until you felt something hot and warm, felt his cock throbbing and pulsing inside of you.

you felt more than saw eddie pull out of you, the same way you felt the dip in his mattress when he fell next to you. it stayed silent for the next several minutes, the only sound in the room your heavy breathing paralleled by eddie’s, and your heartbeat whooshing in your ears.

“jesus christ,” eddie said finally. “jesus h. christ.”

you turned onto your side to look at him. he had his forearm covering his eyes. you felt oddly empty between your thighs now, and it made you glance down to his cock, still with the cherry-red condom on. he’d been right though—you had made a mess. his pelvis was shiny with your slick and now that he wasn’t winding you up, you could feel the wet puddle under you; you cringed. “sorry,” you said. your voice sounded a little rough.

“sorry?” he burst out laughing. “jesus, what could you ever have to be sorry about?” he pulled off the condom and tied it off, tossing it in the already over-flowing trashcan next to his bed.

you gave him a look. “i did make a mess all over your bed.”

he turned to look at you, eyes intense. “take that sorry back right now and stick it up your ass. you think i’m actually upset you were so wet it soaked my mattress? i’m never going to wash these sheets.”

“oh my god, you’re gross.”

he leaned over, quick, and licked a stripe up your cheek and you swatted him away, squealing. “and yet, here you are, naked in my bed.”

XXX

read part one and let me know if you’d like a part 3 to this!

[hawkins-losers]

Oh my god. I am BEGGING you for some punk reader x Eddie Munson bc all I could find is prissy pretty readers and no punk ones :( to be more specific: Dom!! Punk reader x Sub Eddie Munson (unless you don't feel like writing smut then just punk reader headcanons are A-ok with me!)

I feel you! I'm tired of seeing everyone saying Eddie would get with some girl-next-door cheerleader just because we saw him with Chrissy. I'm not hating on them, but why wouldn't Eddie be with someone from his crowd?

A/N Some of these headcanons I’ve taken inspiration from personal experiences. I wouldn’t consider myself a punk, but I do not fit the girl-next-door mold. I grew up listening to emo, pop punk, rock and (some) metal music. My hair is red and I wear docs everyday...

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Going to the music store to buy records and sharing your discoveries at home/borrowing each other’s records

Driving around Hawkins late at night and having jamming session in his van

Kissing at red lights

Bumping up the volume at red lights to scare the car next to you

Buying bigger size band tees so Eddie can wear them too

You were his punk rock princess and he was your garage band king 

Going to his band’s shows at the local bar, getting along with his friends and knowing all the lyrics because you got to hear them before everyone else

Flipping off that one girl that’s basically drooling at your boyfriend while he’s on stage

Going to concerts together 

And going into the mosh-pits 

Having road trips to see your favorite bands play and sleeping in dodgy motels because you underestimated how uncomfortable the back of the van was for sleeping

Getting matching piercings or tattoos, just because

Surprising him with nipple piercings

Learning to play guitar and wanting to get your own

Writing a song together

Convincing Eddie to go to prom with you and wearing boots or converse under your prom dress 

Leaving halfway through prom to have your own prom with better music

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[malfoysstilinski]

three’s a crowd | DRACO MALFOY (smut)

Draco Malfoy x Reader

SUMMARY: draco and y/n fuck in the common room and when blaise interrupts, draco can’t find it in himself to stop. 

REQUESTED: omg could i please request a rough slytherin reader x draco smut where they almost get caught like someone walks in but they make it seem like they’re just spending time together but draco edges her as he continues the conversation hehehehehehe

WARNINGS: smut, public sex, choking, slut shaming, hair pulling, oral receiving (both male and female), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, degradation kink, probably more. 

A/N: this is my 2nd time writing this bc tumblr deleted it the first time. hope it’s worth it! 

MASTERLIST

An hour ago, the Slytherin Common Room had been bustling with life; members of the green-coloured house roaring the lyrics to their favourite songs and tipping back as many shots of Fire Whiskey as they could without throwing up. It had been a grand day to be a Slytherin, as today was the day that they had beaten the Gryffindors in a Quidditch match, and all thanks to your boyfriend, too.

The two of you had spent most of the night sat on the leather couch, you with your back to the arm and your legs draped across his lap, your head resting on his shoulder and glasses of alcohol in his hand. With a snap of the fingers, Draco had either Crabbe or Goyle topping them up like it was their full-time job. And all night, members of Slytherin had been coming up to congratulate Draco on being able to knock Potter out of the way just in time to catch the Snitch and win the game. 

Each time he’d smirk or chuckle, running a lanky hand through his pale hair and messing it up even further. It was already quite disheveled from your hand remaining in it all evening, gently scratching his scalp and absentmindedly combing through his silky blond locks as you used your other hand to raise your glass to your lips every now and then. 

Now, however, your glass was empty and everybody had seemed to call it a night, leaving the two of you alone in the Common Room, still buzzing from the alcohol and enjoying the quiet company of one another. You found that with Draco, you could sit in silence for hours and still understand each other completely. 

So when his large hand brushed your thigh where you dress was riding up, you knew what he wanted. Draco’s ring was cold against your skin as he ran it up and down your smooth thighs, even dipping underneath your dress a little but never going as far as your panties. You were growing wetter and wetter with every advance he made, but your boyfriend wasn’t watching you, his head was leaning back on the couch as he stared at the ceiling. 

His jawline appears so prominent due to his position that you can’t help yourself. Your hand glides from his soft hair and down the back of his neck, nails grazing his pale skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake. You trail your Slytherin-green nails across his jaw and grab it lightly, twisting him so that he’s forced to look down at you. 

When Draco does, his silver pools darkening with lust and curiosity, you lean up a little, wrapping an arm around his neck and tugging him down closer to you from where you lay with your back against the arm of the sofa. Now, Draco’s bent from his sitting position beneath you, his arm sticking out by your head and gripping the arm of the couch to keep himself hovering above you slightly. 

He expects you to dive in and capture his lips with yours, but instead, feels your mouth on his neck. It causes him to close his eyes and grip the couch tighter, making a serious effort for his drunken limbs not to collapse from the pleasure and crush you beneath him. He twists to get more comfortable, his knees now either side of your body and his other hand next to your face, pinning you beneath him on the couch. 

“Fuck,” Draco mutters when you find the spot that he loves so much. 

Your fingers have moved back to your hair to keep him still as you suck and gently bite at his neck, leaving a hickey or two in your wake. Draco pretends that it annoys him when you do it, but you know that he secretly admires them in the mirror when your back is turned, a smug smirk on his face as he walks into the Great Hall for breakfast after. 

“Mhm,” you murmur against his neck, blowing your alcohol-ridden breath on his new hickey and making him shiver. “I think you deserve a better after-party for kicking Gryffindor’s arse, don’t you?”

Draco smirks and pulls away from you. “I suppose I do.”

You love when Draco gets cocky. You watch as he pushes up from above you and moves to sit where he was, spreading his legs wide and unzipping and unbuttoning his smart trousers. You slide down onto the floor in front of him onto your knees, smoothing your hands up his thighs until you reach his cock which he’s pulled out of his underwear. It stands proudly, leaking with precum as Draco takes the base and lightly smacks your lips with it. 

“My good little slut,” Draco hums, eyes nearly shutting when you take him inside your mouth. “Knows exactly how to please me. Only one that can please me like this.”

You moan around him, the vibrations making a loud sigh leave from his parted lips. He leans back in his position on the leather couch, one hand moving to hold your hair whilst the other bends behind his head. He relaxes, watching you through hooded eyes as you bob your head up and down. Draco lets your hands grip his trouser-clad thighs, humming whenever you do something particularly pleasurable with your talented tongue.

“You take me so well,” Draco mutters, shifting so that his cock slightly hits the back of your throat, causing your eyes to water a little. “I suppose I deserve this, don’t I? Worked so hard on that Quidditch Pitch. Couldn’t think of a better celebration.” 

Draco’s self-confidence doesn’t turn you off but turns you on more. It’s not a common thing, but he’s clearly tipsy, muttering under his breath as he recalls how good you looked cheering for him on the stands. How, as he caught the Golden Snitch between his fingers and his teammates instantly moved to swarm him, that he knew you would be screaming his name-- in more than one way. 

Your hand moves up and you jerk off whatever you can’t fit inside your mouth with your hand. Draco makes small appreciative groans, his hand tightening its grip in your hair, tugging you down further. You tighten your mouth around him, making him hiss in pleasure. You can tell that he’s close from the way his head is now flung back, eyes clenched shut, but he pulls you off of him before he can finish inside your mouth. 

“Fuck,” Draco breathes, grabbing you by the chin and guiding you to your feet. 

As soon as you’re both standing in front of each other, you nearly expect him to lean down and press his lips hungrily to yours, but instead he turns you swiftly around and shoves you down onto the couch. You’re slightly breathless as Draco bends down, hovering over your face as his cold hand flings out to wrap around your neck. You squirm beneath him, his cool, silver eyes meeting yours. It nearly makes you shiver.

“I’m going to eat you out now until I’m satisfied,” Draco warns you roughly, listening to you whimper beneath his hand. “And you better keep your mouth down or people will come down here and see you for who you truly are-- a desperate slut.”

You whine now. It’s strange how powerful you had felt having him groaning under your touch, only for that to be ripped away from you in a couple of seconds with just his words and his hand on your neck. 

“Do you understand?” He spat, waiting for your nod of confirmation which quickly came. “And you remember the safe word, Y/N?”

“Slytherin,” you murmur back, watching him nod. 

Draco’s hand slowly shifts from your neck to slide all the way down your body, groping at your dress-clad breast on the way down. Once he’s on his knees in front of you, the roles now massively reversed but Draco remaining in the position of power, he slides your tight dress up your legs to reveal your house-coloured panties.

“You’re fucking soaked,” Draco mutters, reaching forward and barely pressing down on your panties, which, sure enough, are wet. “Who made you this wet, slut?”

He rubs you through your panties, your head snapping back and your eyes clenching at the sensation. You’re desperate for him to push your underwear aside and actually touch you. 

“You, Draco,” you whimper, looking back down at him and finding him already watching you intently, silver eyes ablaze. “You. Ever since you flew out onto the pitch in your uniform.”

Draco smirks at your words. He clearly likes them because it’s enough for him to push your underwear to the side, revealing your pussy to him. He wastes no time diving a finger through your folds, collecting your arousal and rubbing it towards your clit. 

“Mm,” he murmurs thoughtfully, “You did make a good cheerleader, princess. Very good indeed. I suppose your encouragement probably led me to win. Which means you deserve to celebrate just as much as I do.”

Before you can speak, Draco leans his head down and attaches his mouth to your pussy. You cry out softly, your hands immediately snapping to his silky blond hair. You tug a little when he laps you up, drinking in all of your juices and groaning into you. The vibrations are sent up your entire body and you nearly cry. Especially when Draco moves closer towards your clit, his tongue finally reaching the nub. 

He does kitten licks at it, teasing you and making you pant as you throw your head back, unable to watch him as he works his magic. Draco keeps his hands on your thighs as he laps you up, finally encasing his mouth around your clit and sucking. You gasp, your legs nearly flinging up to your stomach, but Draco’s grip tightens on them. 

He guides one of them up onto his shoulder, past his head, and you absentmindedly lift the over one as well. Draco’s hands reach behind you and tug you further down the seat of the couch so that he has an easier access to your soaked pussy. Waves of arousal flood through you each time he licks at your clit. 

It feels like barely any time has gone by before you’re hissing his name. “Draco, I’m gonna cum,” you whimper. 

“Come on then, slut,” Draco pulls away momentarily to hiss. “Cum on my tongue. I know you want to.”

It’s enough to drive you over the edge as soon as his lips are placed back on top of your clit. Your hips buck and you are forced to cover your mouth with your hand as you do exactly what he told you to and cum. Draco licks you all the way through it, remaining eager, his hands still gripping your thighs. 

You expect him to stop when you’ve come down from your high, so you’re surprised when he continues. You jerk underneath him from the overstimulation, whimpering out and grabbing his hair. 

“Draco, I c-can’t!” You cry, feeling tears enter your eyes as he laps you up over and over. 

“Of course you can,” Draco pulls away and slips a finger inside your soaked entrance, another one sliding in less easily as he pumps them in and out. “Come on, my little slut. I know you can.”

You don’t feel the need to say the safe word, even as the pain dwells on for longer as he curls his fingers inside you, pumping in and out as his other hand reaches for your clit. He rubs his fingers against it hard and fast, faster than you’re used to, drilling his fingers in and out like it's his mission. 

The pain quickly becomes pleasure and you don’t even realise you were close to cumming until you’ve fallen over the edge. Your mouth opens yet nothing comes out as you continuously buck your hips closer to Draco, a smirk on his lips as he watches you unfold for the second time in a row. Tears stream down your face as you come down, feeling Draco pull his hands away from you.

“D-Draco,” you whimper, your entire body shaking as he leans up. 

One of his knees is pressed on the other side of you, digging into the couch as he hovers between your legs on the couch. His face is inches away from yours as he guides the fingers that have just been inside you to his lips. You already know what you need to do, your lips opening a little as he slips them inside. Draco’s eyes visibly darken as he feels you suck around his fingers, swiping and licking him clean of all of your juices. 

“Good slut,” he murmurs, voice slightly deeper than usual and his erection nearly pressing against you. “I told you that you could, didn’t I?”

You nod breathlessly as he pulls his fingers out of your mouth. Draco allows you to catch your breath for a few moments before he dives down and connects your lips. You drink up the taste of him-- a mixture of the alcohol he’d been consuming before and now your own arousal. Draco kisses you feverishly, one hand gripping your neck as he grabs you and pulls you to your feet again. 

You’re slightly shaky as he guides you to the back of the sofa, bending you over the arm of it and spanking your ass. You cry out as he grabs your cheek, squeezing it roughly before you hear the shuffle of his trousers again. It was obvious he was adjusting his cock from behind you, especially when you feel the tip glide through the folds of your abused pussy again. You whimper, unsure if you can pull out another orgasm, but feeling more than ready to try again. 

Draco continued to tease your hole and your clit with his hard cock. “I’ve been dreaming of fucking you in this common room since the moment I hit fucking puberty,” Draco mutters before he slides all of the way inside of you abruptly. 

“Draco!” You gasp loudly, feeling full. 

His hands come around and he hooks his fingers into your mouth, pulling them by the sides to keep you quiet as he fucks you from behind. You feel like crying as he drives his cock in and out of you, nearly pulling out all of the way before slamming back into the hilt. He pulls his hands away when your loud cries become more muffled, his hands reaching to grab at your waist instead so he can yank you back onto his cock, making each thrust harder. 

You muffle your moans against your arm as you listen to the sound of your skin slapping together and Draco’s soft groans as he fucks you hard. His hips smack against you as he glances down to watch his cock thrust in and out, the inches covered in your very own slick arousal. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” Draco hisses, grabbing you by the hair and tugging you back so you’re off the sofa now and instead with your back pressed to his chest. “You’re going to suck me clean after this, you understand? You’ve made such a fucking mess.”

You moan and nod eagerly as Draco keeps your hair tight in his grip, mouth nipping at your neck and leaving lovebites as he continues to fuck into you from behind. The hand not bunching your hair up has slid in front of you to palm at your breasts which are covered by your dress. There’s something arousing about the two of you fucking whilst fully-clothed. 

Draco eventually grows bored of the position, right as you feel like you may cum again, it seems. He pulls you back over to the couch and drops down onto it, spreading his legs and patting his lap. You know exactly what he wants as you move over, your knees dropping either side of him. He grabs his cock and guides it to your entrance, head flying back when you slide down onto his length. 

Inch by inch, he disappears inside you and fills you up. Your hands grab his shoulders as you bob up and down on top of him. He seems dazed as he stares up at the ceiling above whilst you fuck him, clearly in his own world of pleasure, but he quickly snaps out of it when your hands ghost from his shoulders to his chest, feeling him. 

Your head is thrown back as you ride his cock, but a hand grabs your jaw and forces you to look back down at him. You whimper at the look in his eyes. Both of you seem to have the same idea as you frantically meet in the middle, lips hungrily moving against one another as Draco grabs your waist and helps to guide you up and down on him faster. You’re going to cum soon-- for the third time.

Suddenly, the door to the Common Room slides open, causing the both of you to freeze. You drop down so that you’re fully sat on Draco’s cock, his lanky hands immediately moving to slide your dress down so that you’re not exposed to whoever has just walked in the door behind his head. You have a view of the figure that drunkenly stumbles in, but Draco has to crane his neck around. 

“H-Heyo, guysss,” Blaise slurs, “I miiight have gotten lossst on the way to the dormmms.”

“The dorms are upstairs, Blaise, not outside the Common Room,” Draco rolls his eyes at his friend and lifts you up by the hips slightly before he starts to slowly glide his cock out, and then back in again. You hiss at the sensation, eyes wide as you stare at Blaise whilst gripping Draco’s shoulders.

 What the hell is he playing at? 

Your fingers dig into him as if to warn him, but Draco doesn’t stop. He buries his face into your neck and carries on, thrusting in and out of your soaked pussy. It shouldn’t, but it turns you on way more to know that Blaise is only a few feet away, and completely unaware too. 

He probably thought you were just cuddling since you were in the same position as you had been for the entire party, but maybe if Blaise was a little more sober then he would notice the way your breath was shuddering and how Draco seemed to be shifting beneath you. 

“I know…” Blaise stalls as he heads slowly towards the stairs. “You did well today, Malfoy.”

“I know,” Draco huffs, driving into you slightly deeper.

Your eyes clench shut and you hope Blaise doesn’t find it too suspicious when your head drops down onto his shoulder. Hopefully you just look tired to him. 

“Did you see Potter’s face when you caught the Snitch?” Blaise snickers, “I’ll never forget.”

Draco, as if he can sense how much it’s turning you on having someone in the room, which he probably can from how much wetter you are now and the way you’re continuously clenching around his cock, continues to thrust into you slowly and smirks. 

“Yeah, it was quite hilarious,” he agrees, “Zabini, did you do the homework for Charms class on Monday?”

You want to kill him but you also don’t at the same time. 

“Huh?” Blaise replies drunkenly, pausing in his tracks. “Yeah. Think so. For… For Flitwick’s class.”

“Yeah, that’s Charms, idiot,” Draco spits with a roll of the eyes. “You’re absolutely plastered. Go to bed.”

Draco grips you tighter as Blaise starts to mutter about not being an idiot, going onto some whole rant that makes no grammatical or logical sense, but you’re lost now. You’re on the verge of an orgasm and Draco can tell. To get you off quicker, he reaches between the two of you and rubs at your swollen clit. You hide your face in his neck as you cum, eyes clenching shut as you shake on top of him, biting your lip to hold back your whimpers. 

You can’t believe you just came on Draco’s dick right in front of his best friend. 

“Are you laughinggg at meee, Y/N?” Blaise huffs, “I’m not a idiot.”

“I’m not laughing,” you peer up at him, wincing from the overstimulation as Draco continues to thrust his cock inside, chasing his high which is quickly approaching. You could tell from how uneven his thrusts were growing. 

“An,” you correct him with a soft grunt. 

“Hmm?” 

“‘An idiot’,” You say, “not ‘a idiot.’”

Blaise says something back but you can’t concentrate because suddenly Draco’s goes rigid beneath you. His fingers dig into your skin and his cock does one final powerful thrust before you feel his cum fill you up, his eyes scrunching shut as he released a loud breath. 

“Go to bed, Blaise,” Draco demands roughly, voice thicker than usual. 

Blaise is already by the staircase and just glares as he stumbles up, tripping over his own feet several times. 

“I can’t believe you fucked me through that,” you huff. “Or that you came inside me whilst I was talking to him.”

“You came whilst I was talking to him.”

“And whose fault is that?” You huff. 

“Mine,” Draco grins mischievously, reaching up and pressing his lips to yours. “Can’t say I regret it much though.”

You chuckle. “Me either.”

“Now on your knees,” Draco demands, “I do believe you need to clean me off like you said you would.”

[kaylorstree]

Complete Midnights Gaylor Lyric Analysis

Okay so there’s a lot to unpack and I haven’t done an in-depth analysis in a really long time so please forgive me!

To the best of my ability I’m going to analyse the lyrics of every song, and then another day I’ll analyse the 2 music videos. Please be patient with me ❤️

1. Lavender Haze:

I think this is really self-explanatory. As we all know a ‘lavender marriage’ is a bearding agreement between two people. Within this song Taylor talks about the comfort of a lavender relationship, as it gives her freedom to live her life without scrutiny. However, in a heteronormative society people ‘only see a one night or a bride’- essentially to be married, or date around and be endlessly slut shamed for it. They want her to marry Joe, which is the ‘1950s shit they want from me’ which I assume she doesn’t want to do if she doesn’t have to. ‘They’re looking at my history’ AKA they’re comparing this relationship to her others, how long they dated for and if there was a ‘proposal’ e.g. Calvin and Tom being her two most serious ‘relationships’

2. Maroon

I think hetlors have quickly come to conclusion this is about Tom Hiddleston very quickly, which is funny because this is very clearly about Karlie.

‘Like you were my closest friend’

‘Your roommate’s cheap-ass screw-top rosé’ Karlie was her roomate

‘The one I was dancing with in New York, no shoes’ I don’t even need to explain this

‘The lips I used to call home, so scarlet it was maroon’

‘The mark they saw on my collarbone’

‘That’s a real fucking legacy’

3. Anti-Hero

There’s nothing particularly gaylor about Anti-Hero, it’s more of a complex deep dive into Taylor’s worst fears and trying to take accountability to some of the things she’s done.

4. Snow On The Beach

So many parallels to ‘you two are dancing in a snow-globe round and round’

‘My smile looks like I won contest, and to hide that would be so dishonest’

5. You’re On Your Own Kid

‘Summer went away’

‘It’s okay we’re the best of friends’

‘So long Daisy May’ I mean c’mon 🌼

6. Midnight Rain

Again, the hetlors seem to be pretty convinced this is about Tom Hiddleston for some reason.

‘He was sunshine’ Karlie’s nickname of course

My interpretation of this was how much a toll bearding takes on a relationship and your own mental health.

7. Question…?

I would very easily categorise this as a kissgate song. The song uses she/her pronouns throughout.

‘Good girl, sad boy’ Karlie represents Good Girl fragrance

‘Have you ever had someone kiss you in a crowded room?’

‘Did you leave her house in the middle of the night?’

‘She was on your mind with some dickhead guy who you saw that night’ Josh Kushner obviously

‘Did you ever wish you could still touch her?’

8. Vigilante Shit

Nothing particularly gay, I think this is a song about Scooter Braun/Kimye. Maybe you could interpret it as revenge on Josh Kushner for ‘stealing’ Karlie?’

‘Draw the cat-eyes sharp enough to kill a man’ who does we know that always has cat-like eyeliner? 🤔

9. Bejewelled

Firstly, the music video is gay as the cows come home.

Having Dita Von Tese in the video!!!!

The building she enters in the video remarkably looks like the one in the Good Girl fragrance advert.

Is it the Empire State building? Idk I’m British haha

10. Labyrinth

I think this song is sonically very inspired by Imogen Heap. It seems to be very much inspired by anxiety and longing. It’s about being scared to fall in love.

11. Karma

This song is EXTREMELY queer coded.

‘Karma is a cat sitting in my lap because it loves me’ is a euphemism for pussy, obviously.

12. Sweet Nothing

A controversial opinion from me, but the way this song sounds like a nursery rhyme and the lyric ‘The pebble that we picked up last July’ I honestly think Taylor considers Levi to be her son. More proof to support this is in the Anti-Hero music video where Taylor hypothesises she’ll have two sons, which is oddly specific. I think having a Kushner baby to monopolise on that money, power and influence is a great way to ‘get the castle’ in the end. Just a theory, don’t drag me for it. ‘Dancing in your Levi’s’ is a very specific lyric in Cardigan.

13. Mastermind

This perhaps the most gaylor song on the album. It outlines about everything was carefully crafted.

‘And the touch of the hand lit a fuse’

‘All the wisest women had to do it this way’

‘What if I told you none of it wasn’t accidental and the first time you saw me, nothing was gonna stop me.’ As we all know, Taylor and Karlie actually met before the Victoria’s Secret Show, at a different event. ‘I layed the ground work’ Perhaps it was always her plan to get Karlie.

14. The Great War

This is definitely about 2016. As we know politics, kimye, Karlie, Scooter Braun- it was a very dark time for Taylor.

‘Maybe it was her’ the gayest lyric ever.

15. Bigger Than The Whole Sky

This is clearly about regretting lost love, it could be about anyone- Emily, Dianna, Karlie? I don’t know.

16. Paris

This is the definition of loving in secret. It talks about staying in a hotel or in the house, but playing make believe you could be anywhere- even Paris.

Paris is a song by The 1975 also.

17. High Infidelity

Firstly, I think it’s important to mention that Zoë Kravitz was on a show called ‘High Fidelity’ which was on Disney+ where she played a queer character. I haven’t seen it yet, but I’m planning to so will look for Easter Eggs 🐣🥚

I feel like this possibly could be from Karlie’s POV ‘Storm coming, good husband, bad omen, dragged my feet right down the aisle’ is pretty on the nose. ‘You said I was freeloading, I didn’t know you were keeping count’ could refer to the fact they lived together.

18. Glitch

This is about drugs. Or, it could it be about being bearding because of ‘it must be counter-fit’ ‘Someone else’s playground’ ‘2,190 days of our love blackout’ Weren’t we talking about Love Lockdown a while back? Karlie was in Paris at that bridge?

Lyrical parallels to ‘every bait and switch was a work of art’

19. Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve

I’d like to take a moment to appreciate what a tune this is.

I honestly feel like this is about John Mayer.

This reminds me of a certain abusive relationship I was in, and it really hits home. 😢

Really feels like a particular relationship of a man being emotionally abusive to a younger girl.

20. Dear Reader

This is about Scooter Braun, and Taylor imparting wisdom.

That’s it! Let me know if I should dissect the music videos too! 🌼💎🕰

This is best I can do at the moment! Haven’t had much time to listen to the whole album more closely, but when I do I might add more to this ❤️🦋