#the girls who get it get it and are also hot

[thedevilsoftruth]

Ok ok ok hear me out - feral Bucky who is exhausted and grumpy and mad at everyone and can only be soothed by his mouth on your tits and his dick in your pussy…and it starts with just cockwarming but he cums and then he cums again and AGAIN cause super soldier and ohhhhh extra fat bonus points if he REALLY wants to put a baby inside you with all that super soldier cum

(I’m so sorry, I’m ovulating😭)

Ough anon I am OBSESSED with this request. I'm pretty sure I'm like... The guy you go to when you want breeding Bucky fics. Idk I just write them a lot and idk why lmao. Funny you mention this because I am ALSO ovulating. I'm an absolute freak, I hear the words 'bucky' and 'breeding' and 'breast play' in the same sentence and I cum running faster than the fastest man on earth. But here you go, baby. I got a little carried away when writing it (sorry I made it congressman bucky btw I'm not sure how on board you are with that being apart of it)🤭 enjoy!!!

Stress relief

Congressman! J. B. Barnes x Afab! reader.

Sum: Bucky had a tough day at work. So what does he do to help with the stress? Give his pretty girl a baby. 💜

Smut tags: light impact play kink, cock warming, heavy breast play, breeding kink, degrading, name calling (slut) overstimulation, mentions of reader ovulating, squirting, the theme is cum. (Restrain me please) Not beta read!!

W/c - 1.6k

Song recommended: Cherry Pie (I need a freak) by Insane Clown Posse.

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He'd been so angry all day. He'd been stomping around and huffing like he was an angry toddler who has just been denied their favorite treat. Everyone and everything was pissing him off. You could it was bad when he had yelled at an aide that morning. But now, he had his only down time until he had to work again stupid ass early in the morning. His way of relieving his stress? Calling you to his study to keep him warm while he signs paperwork he's supposed to get turned in the next morning. It started out simple; just you sitting on his cock and keeping your mouth shut so he could focus like he asked. Until he started rutting into you like a caveman with his hands on your hips and his mouth on your tits.

You were wearing one of the tank tops you normally wore to bed, expect this one was baby pink and was worn thin, so brushing his hand over your breasts felt like he was touching your actual skin. He wasn't one for pink, but fuck, it looked so good on you. How he could complain when it felt so good to suck your pretty pink, swollen nipple into his mouth while he came into you for the second time in the past thirty minutes.

You were squirming on his lap, his hands gripping bruises into your skin as his lips pulled on your nipple. Little tiny whimpers left your mouth as his tongue flicked up your bud, the thick, milky hot cum from his last load dripping from your over-stuff cunt. His mouth left your breast with a wet pop, and he brought his flesh hand up to take your flesh into his hand, his pussy-drunken eyes admiring the way you spill out in his hand. You moaned loud as he dipped his head back down and licked a thick strip up your other breast with his fat tongue. His beard was brushing your skin in the most perfect way possible, and the sensations just got even better when two thick vibranium fingers began circling your throbbing clit. A loud gasp left your mouth, and your back arched into his mouth as if begging for more.

"Sensitive?" He asks as if the answer isn't directly in front of him. You nod weakly, and press your hand into his chest, your fingers brushing his red wine tie.

"Baby," you whine, your voice pitched and making his cock twitch inside you. "Can't take anymore. Too much."

He looks at you like you just said the stupidest fucking thing he'd ever heard.

"Don't care." He grunts, big hands moving to cup your ass as he stands up and pulls you with him. Your mind short circuits and you panic as he begins heading towards the door.

"You told me you were ovulating just two seconds ago. You don't get to back out of things like that. Not after I've had the day I'm having." He tells you, throwing you down onto the bed, his hands already scrambling to tear your tank top off your body. He's crowding you into the headboard, barley giving you any space to breathe as he's instructing you to put your arms up. The tiny thing slips off your body easily, and Bucky's face twists into a sick, twitched sadistic smile as your tits bounce free.

"Spread your fuckin' legs." He says, leaning down to suck on your neck eagerly. You gasp and your hands fly to his chest.

"Bucky..." You breath. He slaps your breast with a metal hand, the impact of it leaving you gasping and shocked. Your skin quickly reddens where he struck you, and a beautiful light sting prickles up your flesh.

"Open." He says darkly and low, tapping your thigh. You gulp hard and obey, shaky legs hesitantly spreading open in front of your perfect lover. He growls when you do so, looking down between your bodies. He sits up and gives his angry red cock a few pumps with his fist. Your thighs nearly clench together at the sight, but you know better than to disobey him.

"Such a good fucking girl." He growls slapping his cock against your messy cunt, making you whimper. He runs his already leaky cockhead up and down your aching clit a few times before he finally sinks himself into you, all with a loud, gutteral groan that makes your pussy flutter.

"Always take me so good like the perfect little slut you are for me." He mutters through gritted teeth, pulling his hips back a bit before he slowly sunk into you. When he bottomed out, it was with a very loud moan that could be heard from the outside of the house.

"You gonna take it? Hmm?" He grunts, pushing so deep into you that you swear it makes you black out for a moment. "Gonna let me fill you up and breed this sloppy, pathetic little cunt?" His pace quickens, his hips snapping into yours at a perfect rate and precision that has your eyes fluttering shut and your hands gripping his forearms like you need it to survive.

"With the amounts of times you've cum in me, I'm sure you already have me bred." You spit under your breath, almost angrily and out of spite. He smack your breasts again and you yelp.

"What was that?" He inquired, his voice low in that tone that told you he was mad and feeling mean. You gulp and scramble, shaking your head.

"N-nothing." Is all you say, your eyes widening at him in fear. He laughs at you, cold and dark.

"That's what I thought."

He grips the headboard then slams into you, his cock brushing and kissing against every single part of your pretty pussy that makes you squirm. You put your hand on his chest, your back arching and your mouth falling open in a silent 'o' shape. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him into you impossibly deeper and making the both of you moan.

He leans down and takes a pebbled nipple into his mouth once more, and your body cannot stop the way your legs shake around his hips or the loud cries and whines that leave your mouth.

"Bucky," you whine, wrapping your arms around his back and clawing at his skin with long fingernails. He groans into your skin as he kisses the peak of your breast, his eyes rolling back in pleasure at the sensation. "Dont stop, baby. Please--oh fuck, feels so good."

He looks up at you and pulls his cock out of you a few Inches before he slams back into you.

"Yeah?" He pulls back from your breasts and taps your clit with a metal finger before he rubs harsh circles into it. Your legs fly into the air Instinctively before they fall back down onto his waist. Your fingernails dig deeper into his back. He rubs harder, and the walls of your pussy squeeze him hard.

"Ohohoho." He laughs cruelly. "That's the spot, inn'it, sweet girl?" He continues circling it, going faster by the second--all along with his cock fucking into so deep, and you swear you see god for a minute.

"Yeah, yeah. Gonna fuck--cum--ah!! Shit!" You nod along, but right as you're telling him about your impending orgasm, you cut yourself off as you come crashing onto him hard and fast. The walls of your cunt clamp down on him like they're scared he's going to run away, and hot cum comes spurring out of you wildly. The milky liquid squirts onto your lovers pelvis, and he moans like he was the one cumming.

"Holy fucking shit, babydoll." He groans, his head lulling back as he slowly, deliberately starts thrusting into you again. He slaps your pretty pussy a few times with his flesh hand before he really starts picking up speed again.

"Gotta fucking fill you up again after that one." He says, giving you one harsh thrusts that hits your cervix. You scream and your eyes roll into the back of your head your hips shaking uncontrollably at the overstimulation. He holds you down with a metal arm.

"Nuh-uh. You stay right fucking there, slut." He slurps messy kiss from the back of your ear to the crook of your neck. "Pretty pussy needs to be rewarded with a warm, thick load after cumming all over me like that, don't you agree?"

You whine, your pussy making pathetic little squelching sounds as he pumps sloppy, fast thrusts into you. The wet, lewd noises have your head spinning and your pussy fluttering at how fucking obscure it is. All you can do is nod along to whatever he says, though you're too fucked out to even know what you're agreeing too.

"Good fucking girl." He praises, his cock slamming into you hard. "Gonna get you so nice and round and--fuck!" He cuts himself off when his cock twitched sweetly before thick, hot ropes of his seed start flooding into you. His hands shoot down to the backs of your thighs, and he lifts your your legs a little so he could watch himself drip into you.

"Good god," he swears under his breath, his mind going blank at the milky ring forming at the base of his cock. "If only you could see this." He chuckles, nudging his hips forward and making you whine loud.

"Bucky---"

"Shh, baby, let me fuck it into you. Gotta make sure it sticks." He hushes you, leaning down to kiss you hard as he slowly rolls his hips forward, fucking his cum up and into you deeply.

[katnipp]

idk if this is fluff lol but like idol Rina and yn (from different groups) caught shopping and holding hands together and being lowkey romantic and lovey dovey (it's karinas fault) and fans freaking out

it’s not fanservice if it’s real— yu jimin

genre: FLUFF👅

synopsis: karina and y/n keep “accidentally” getting caught being in love. fans lose it. karina leans in. y/n tries not to.

a/n: had to let a few stories marinate before i posted them💔💔

—

it starts with a text.

pretty girl [3:14pm]:

come shopping with me

i’ll buy u stuff

also i miss u. a little. maybe. whatever

y/n [3:16pm]:

how do u manage to make flirting sound like a threat

i’ll be there in 20

—

twenty-five minutes later, y/n finds karina in a black hoodie and dark shades, standing in front of a vintage boutique like she’s waiting to get recruited for a spy mission.

“you look like a celebrity trying not to get noticed,” y/n teases, pulling down her own bucket hat.

“i am a celebrity,” karina deadpans, then grins and holds out her hand. “hi. missed you.”

y/n hesitates for a split second—but karina’s already lacing their fingers together like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“rina,” y/n whispers, eyes darting around. “what if someone sees—”

“so what?” karina says, too casually. “we’re just two besties shopping. in matching shoes. and with insane chemistry. nothing suspicious here.”

“we’re not even wearing matching shoes.”

“we could be. if you’d let me buy you the ones i picked earlier.”

y/n rolls her eyes, but her cheeks are already warm. “you’re going to get us caught.”

karina grins wider. “no i’m not. i’m very stealthy. stealthy and affectionate. tragic combo.”

—

they walk down the street with hands swinging lightly between them. at one point, karina stops abruptly and points into a small accessory shop.

“wait—this. i saw a photo of winter wearing a ring from here. you’d look hot in one too.”

y/n raises a brow. “you want to buy me a ring now?”

karina shrugs. “it’s not like a wedding ring. unless…?”

“don’t even start.”

“too late.”

—

inside the store, karina picks up a silver band and slides it onto y/n’s finger. “look at that. you’re already mine.”

“karina,” y/n hisses, but it’s breathless. her fingers don’t move away.

karina leans closer, whispering, “you’re lucky the cctv in here doesn’t have audio.”

“you’re lucky i like you.”

karina gives her a proud smile. “you really do.”

—

they’re standing too close at the counter, y/n’s head tilted just enough to bump into karina’s shoulder every time she laughs. the cashier looks mildly confused, mildly starstruck, but says nothing.

they buy matching rings. karina pays for both.

—

back on the street, y/n finally pulls her hand back. “okay. we’ve pushed our luck enough. people are starting to look.”

karina blinks. “i thought that was just ‘cause we’re hot.”

y/n stares.

karina sighs dramatically. “fine. fine. i’ll behave. just—wait, no. cross the street with me first. that way.”

as they wait at the crosswalk, karina leans in and mutters, “just pretend you’re cold.”

“what?”

“trust me.”

the light turns green. they step forward.

and then—karina reaches out and grabs y/n’s hand again. not discreetly. not sneakily. just full-on public hand-holding. and not the platonic kind. the fingers-laced, soft-smile, thumb-rubbing kind.

“karina—”

“you said you’d pretend to be cold.”

“you said pretend. this is romcom lead in the third act behavior.”

karina snorts. “you say that like it’s a bad thing.”

—

three hours later, they part ways quietly at a side entrance to a practice building.

karina squeezes y/n’s hand one last time before letting go. “text me when you get in. and wear the ring tomorrow. i wanna see how long it takes the fans to notice.”

y/n rolls her eyes. “you’re evil.”

“you love it.”

“unfortunately.”

—

by the time y/n gets home, the internet is already on fire.

[THEQOO] [HOT] two idols spotted holding hands while shopping???

“is that karina????”

“wait is that y/n from le sserafim?”

“THEY’RE WEARING MATCHING RINGS?”

“who holds hands like that unless they’re dating??”

“be serious. they look so into each other. karina’s SMILE???”

a blurry but damning photo is circulating—karina mid-laugh, eyes crinkling, hand wrapped around y/n’s like it belongs there. their heads are tilted toward each other. it doesn’t look accidental. it doesn’t look fake.

someone zooms in.

“YOU GUYS. LOOK AT THEIR RINGS.”

“is this a soft launch? is karina soft launching a GIRLFRIEND??”

“don’t mind me i’m just screaming into my pillow bye”

“i knew it. i KNEW they had chemistry. they were literally giggling in that behind-the-scenes video last month. i KNEW IT.”

karina texts her ten minutes later.

pretty girl [8:07pm]:

we trended in three countries.

you’re welcome.

y/n [8:08pm]:

this is your fault

you’re out of control

i should’ve worn gloves

pretty girl [8:09pm]:

too late

u looked cute

wanna get matching gloves next?

y/n [8:11pm]:

gosh help me

i do

—

in the end, neither of them address the rumors. not directly.

but the next time y/n goes live, fans notice the silver band on her finger. and the next day, karina posts a mirror selfie on bubble—hand clearly in frame, same ring visible.

and beneath it, a caption:

karina:

just shopping with a friend.

she has cold hands.

i have solutions.

—

[casssmalefantasy]

playin it cool - paige bueckers x reader!

s: your best friend drags you out to a dallas club for a much needed girls’ night, but the last thing you expect is to spend it making eyes with paige bueckers across the room.

w: smut, dom!paige, heavy sexual tension, explicit language, club setting, alcohol use, oral sex (f receiving + giving), strap 👀, confident!paige, flirty banter, minor teasing/dirty talk, reader is kinda cocky but lowkey nervous too

word count: 4.6k

the thing about dallas is… it’s hot. even at night. even when you’re tipsy and wearing next to nothing.

“goddamn,” your best friend whistles when you step out of your apartment, hands dramatically framing your body like she’s casting a spell. “you trying to get fucked tonight orrrr…?”

you roll your eyes, smoothing your palms down the sides of your denim skirt. it’s short, snug, and sitting just right on your hips. paired with the slinky little sparkly top barely holding onto your chest and your favorite black boots, you were definitely giving that. unintentionally of course.

“i’m trying to get a drink,” you say dryly. “and maybe a dance.”

“mm right,” she smirks, unlocking her car. “bet you won’t be saying that once you see who’s at the club tonight.”

you shoot her a look as you slide into the passenger seat. “why, who?”

she shrugs, the casual kind of shrug that means she knows exactly what she’s doing. “heard some of the dallas wings team might be there. it’s one of their spots, apparently.”

you blink. “okay? and?”

she laughs, shaking her head. “girl, they’re hot. they’re athletes. most of them are gay. sounds like your exact type.”

you snort. “they’re also famous. you think they’re fucking regular ass people from dallas?”

“uhhh yes?” she counters immediately. “athletes be horny too, bitch. they don’t care who you are as long as you’re hot.” she looks you up and down again. “which you very much are.”

you just laugh, resting your head against the seat as she drives. your phone buzzes in your purse, but you ignore it. tonight’s about letting go. or at least pretending to.

—

the club is packed by the time you get there.

some 90s hip hop track is blasting through the speakers, bass so deep you feel it in your chest. the lights are dim, neon purple and pink casting shadows across the dance floor. the air is thick— perfume, cologne, weed, alcohol, hookah and people are already pressed up against each other, laughing, drinking, grinding.

“this is so our vibe,” your friend says, grabbing your hand as you both maneuver toward the bar.

you order a tequila soda—strong, but manageable, while she goes for something vodka-based that smells like it could knock you out in one sip.

“i’m getting fucked up and getting some dick tonight,” she says confidently, clinking her glass against yours.

“have fun with that,” you grin, taking your first sip.

and then you see them.

a group of tall-ass women in the corner, posted up like they own the place. they move like athletes, hold themselves like it too. and when you scan the group, eyes skating over braids and biceps and bottles—

you see her.

she’s leaning back against the booth, one arm slung casually over the backrest, a lazy smirk on her face like she knows exactly how good she looks. she’s wearing a fitted white tee, jewelry glinting on her wrist and neck, blonde hair in that messy perfect state that looks both effortless and deliberate. and she’s looking at you.

hard.

you weren’t expecting the eye contact. weren’t expecting it to feel like a fucking pull.

you drop your gaze immediately, acting cool as you turn back to the bar just in time to grab your drink.

but your best friend caught it. obviously.

“bitch,” she says, eyes wide. “you two were eye- fucking.”

“no we weren’t,” you scoff, sipping your drink.

she cocks her head. “okay, so why is she walking over here right now?”

“shit.”

you barely have time to fix your expression before she’s in front of you. paige fucking bueckers. in the flesh. up close. prettier than her highlights, smoother than you were ready for.

“hey,” she says, voice low, smooth.

you glance up, matching her energy. “hey.”

she looks you up and down—not subtly. “you got a name?”

you bite back your smile. “you first.”

that gets a laugh out of her. “i’m paige.”

“oh yeah?” you say innocently. “you play ball or something?”

her smile deepens. “something like that.”

you tell her your name, and she repeats it, like she’s trying it on for size. it sounds real good coming from her mouth.

“you from dallas?” she asks, sipping whatever drink she’s holding.

you shrug. “born and raised. why?”

“just curious.” she’s close now, arm brushing yours. “you got that local vibe.”

you raise an eyebrow. “what does that mean?”

“means you’re fine as hell and chill bout it.”

you laugh. “so that’s your type?”

“tonight it is.”

the conversation keeps going like that—easy, teasing, warm. paige is bold, but never cocky, smooth without trying too hard. you keep your tone light, but your heart’s beating fast. the tension’s building. every time she leans in closer, you feel it.

“so what do you do?” she asks, gaze slow as it trails down your legs and back up, eyes catching on the hem of your skirt. “besides drive people crazy looking like that.”

you grin. “i work in sports media. real job and everything. been with bleacher’s report since i graduated.”

her eyebrows go up, impressed. “okay, big-time.”

“you’re one to talk.”

she smirks. “you’ve been watching me?”

“you were hard to miss.”

there’s a pause. her gaze dips to your lips.

“you wanna get out of here?” she asks, voice lower now. rougher.

you tilt your head. “who said i was interested?”

her expression falters, just for a second. and then she recovers, leans in even closer. “your body language. it’s saying otherwise.”

you stare at her for a beat. then smile.

“give me five minutes.”

you find your best friend, ask her if she’s good. she grins, waving you off toward paige like a damn matchmaker.

and that’s how you end up in the passenger seat of paige bueckers’ car, her hand sliding onto your thigh the second she pulls out of the lot.

—

her apartment is nice. new, clearly—modern countertops, tall ceilings, basketballs and duffle bags tossed in the corner. not a ton of decoration yet, but it smells like her. expensive cologne, subtle vanilla.

she hands you a bottle of water before you even sit down.

“hydration is sexy,” she says with a wink.

you laugh, sipping it. “you always this polite after trying to pick someone up?”

she shrugs. “just making sure your hydrated.”

you sit on her couch. the tension between you is practically humming.

and she’s just… staring.

like she wants to devour you.

you raise an eyebrow. “you just gonna keep looking at me like that?”

she leans forward, voice dropping. “or what?”

you smirk. “or you could do something about it.”

she doesn’t need to be told twice.

she’s on you in seconds—lips on yours, hands already gripping your waist, pulling you into her lap like she can’t wait a second longer. the kiss is hot—all tongue and teeth and desperate breaths. she tastes like vodka and mint, and her fingers are already pushing up your skirt.

“fuck,” she mutters, tugging your top off, eyes drinking you in. “you’re so fucking sexy.”

you laugh against her mouth, tugging at her shirt. “you too cocky to be this good a kisser.”

“you’ve seen nothing yet.”

she stands, pulling you with her, dragging you toward the bedroom without breaking the kiss.

by the time you hit the mattress, your skirt is gone. her hands are everywhere—pinning your hips down, trailing over your thighs, slipping under your underwear.

and then she’s eating you like she’s starving. no hesitation, no warm-up—just her mouth, hot and slick and fucking relentless.

“shit, paige—”

she moans into you, sucking your clit, holding your legs open like you might disappear if she doesn’t keep you in place. it’s intense. overwhelming. fast.

“feel good?” she mutters, voice rough.

“yes don’t stop—”

you cum embarrassingly quick, thighs shaking, but she doesn’t stop. not until you’re crying out again, and then she finally lets up, crawling over you with a smug smile.

“you gonna be good for me now?” she asks, breathless.

you flip her over in response, grinning. “your turn.”

you go down on her, making her writhe and moan and beg—and you love every second of it. love the way her voice breaks when she says your name. love the way she tugs your hair when she gets close

you don’t stop until she cums hard, hips shaking, voice raw from moaning. her hand stays in your hair, fingers tightening every time you kiss your way up her stomach, over her chest, up to her throat.

you’re still catching your breath when she flips you.

“you think you have one more in you?” she asks.

quick. effortless. like she’s been waiting.

“yeah.” you say quickly.

“you look so good like this,” she murmurs, eyes dragging down your body like she wants to ruin you. “legs spread, already so fucking wet for me.”

you reach for her, but she’s already off the bed, grabbing the purple strap from the drawer like she knew exactly when she’d use it. you swallow hard, breath catching as she steps into it—slow, teasing, powerful.

“you ready for me, baby?” she asks, tone low and smug. “or do i need to make you beg a little first?”

you don’t give her the satisfaction—just hold her gaze, daring her. “i’ve been ready.”

she climbs back on top of you, hands firm on your hips as she lines the strap up and slides in slow, making sure you feel all of it. your mouth falls open. a gasp leaves your throat, needy and unfiltered.

paige smirks. “that’s what i thought.”

then she fucks you.

deep, relentless strokes that leave you shaking. every thrust hits just right, has you crying out her name, clinging to her back, your nails dragging over her skin. she leans in, lips brushing your ear.

“you take me so well,” she whispers. “so fucking good for me. look at you—already close, huh?”

you nod, whimpering, thighs trembling around her. she picks up the pace, one hand slipping between your legs to rub tight, fast circles over your clit while she keeps pounding into you like she owns you.

“cum for me,” she growls, breath hot against your neck. “right now.”

and you do—loud, messy, body arching up into her like she’s the only thing that matters.

but she doesn’t stop.

she fucks you through it, chasing her own high from the way you fall apart underneath her.

“fuck. i’m gonna cum again.” she says.

and she does moaning your name.

when she finally slows down, she kisses you soft. breathless. a sharp contrast to everything she just did to you.

“still breathing?” she teases, stroking your cheek.

“barely.” you say jokingly.

she just grins at you, tracing your hip with her fingers.

“so… think you’ll be at that club next weekend?”

you roll your eyes. “you already trying to run it back?”

she shrugs, kissing your shoulder. “you’re local, right?”

you smirk, snuggling into her chest. “we’ll see.”

“well give me your number, just incase you need to know when i’ll be there.” she says smirking.

“yeah whatever.” you say laughing.

[boudicasdaughter]

musician here- 15+ years in it professionally- I can! The pop industry can be picked apart pretty quickly, it's not that big.

I like to call it 'the game'.

What music companies do is come up with a brand to target a market, then sign talent to fit that market. Here's The Game: how well each album does determines how much creative control you as an artist have over the next album; you sign for multiple albums at a time, and if you make no money you're done. This means you can be 'shelved' in favor of another artist in your genre; you cannot sign with anyone else but they won't approve release of your next album.

If you come to the table with no writing chops, your job is pretty much to sing what's written for you until you can prove yourself. Example; Taylor Swift used to write pop with the people her teams chose frequently (as you'll see in a moment!), but as a superstar she's been working with Aaron Dessner from The National (and I, a former hater, give folklore a *chef's kiss*)

Aight let's fuckin go let's start with the song that made my mother ban Britney Spears from our house:

there are lots of places that list songwriters, but the easiest way is usually to check the lyric sites (which pull from those places)

Max Martin and Rami. Very famous writing/production team (both men), who have made pop songs for decades now. That album was one of their first projects together. Max Martin you may have heard of before. Here are his Billboard Hot 100 hits; you can see how he writes to the "brand" of each artist:

MAX MARTIN ALSO GOT DR. LUKE FAMOUS. Dr. Luke (of abusing Ke$ha fame) was the fucking guitarist for SNL until like 2007- but he met Max at a house party and they started swapping songs and eventually they wrote a big P!nk song together- THIS ONE:

Their next big hit was "I Kissed A Girl" for Katy Perry (who was discovered and signed as a 15 year old LITERAL CHURCH GIRL SINGING GOSPEL SONGS BY THE WAY!) Are you getting the picture? Dr Luke signed Kesha when she was 18!

Somewhere along the way Max Martin started another writing team called Wolf Cousins, which still functions as a songwriter club where he mentors other men on how to crack the charts. They made 1989 by Taylor and "Talking Body" by Tove Lo and Ariana's My Everything and Sweetener and and and - the list goes on, you can look it up.

Want a different genre? Let's check a song from someone who came to the industry with more influence and social power, at an older age: Cardi B's "WAP" (w Megan Thee Stallion). They're both credited as songwriters, but look at who else is:

Austin, James and Jorden? Yeah, I know em that's these guys, Ayo N Keyz and Megan's ex-boo Pardison Fontaine:

So, this was a kinda meh song Cardi (a brand) was making with Ayo and Keyz (recording) and Pardison Fontaine (writing) - until PF got close with Megan in 2020 and got her involved for some verses, and then they were cooking with sauce:

and THIS WAS THE FINAL PRODUCT! BEHOLD, "HOW TO RECEIVE SEXUAL PLEASURE FROM MEN BY CARDI B"

So yes, I'm sure Cardi/Megan wrote some lines on that song. Only they know who wrote which parts - but my point is this:

If you, as an artist, can't write a charting hit alone, the music companies are gonna stick you in a room with someone who can. Those people - at the company and in the room - are almost always men.

If you want to play The Game, your music gets filtered through the male gaze.

Nothing in pop is exempt from this process.

Everyone uses this model. Everyone. You like Doechii? She was put with Gotye (yes Im serious, the "Somebody I Used to Know" guy). Gracie Abrams? That's Aaron from The National again. Ryan from OneRepublic wrote songs that ended up with Adele and Ellie Goulding. Beyoncé took a song or two from him too, as well as from Ne-Yo and a bunch of others. Jack from Fun/Bleachers has a whole career doing this.

"Fancy" by Iggy Azalea and Charli XCX? I see seven writers credited, they're the only women listed. Remember "Glamorous" by Fergie? Six writers, five are men. Miley Cyrus has star power in her brand and can request to work with who she wants, but she doesn't write well - so her new song "End of the World" credits her, and Molly from Alvvays (an amazing musician and songwriter), and then five men. Miley's first big hit that I remember was "Party In The USA" - but she's not even a credited writer. That song came from Dr Luke and a producer being put in a room with 20 year old Jessie J- and they gave 15 y/o Miley that song because it was a winner and she was an industry baby with a Disney brand who needed a song and could outsell Jessie. "Monster" by Rihanna was another big one. That was Bebe Rexha's (written by Jon Bellion and friends) until it was given to sexy sexy Rihanna and Eminem was added for star power. You can still find Bebe's version leaked on YouTube.

Halsey? Last I checked was Nine Inch Nails. Rosalia? Yes, she plays the game too. Selena Gomez- yup, definitely. Camila Cabello? Haha! Lizzo? Yeah, I think her big hits were all the guy who wrote Derulo's "Talk Dirty". I could keep going. No one is exempt from The Game.

You can be smart about it, like Megan Trainor and Lady Gaga, and study music until you're hooky enough to sign with a label who can see you as a writer and you choose your own cowrites, harmless mostly gay men or older family men, but you can't escape The Game.

As a woman: if they can scout you young and train you to be a consistent cowriter (Lana, Taylor, Lorde) - great! If you can write for others and yourself (Sia, Julia Michaels, Starrah) - even better! If you can't write for shit, you can always be a sexy sexy singer (Katy Perry, Rihanna, Dua Lipa) and have the good ol' boys write for you. (Until you're not sexy sexy anymore, at least.)

Male singers have to play The Game too; Bernie Taupin wrote for Elton John, Jimmy Napes writes many of Sam Smith's hooks, Benny Blanco has a huge career writing for the pop charts- but. BUT. Women write for women, sometimes- while men write for men and women, always.

There's a difference between being a singer/songwriter and being a ghostwriter for people. Being just a writer, as a woman? Difficult as fuck. We can sometimes break into that world (Amy Allen for Sabrina Carpenter, Lauren Christy for Avril Lavigne, Kara Dioguardi, Laura Veltz) and live on royalties without fame, but you must still write for the male gaze brand, selling something that can make music videos and tour and partner with huge sponsors- it's still a boys club. Which is why I started the post with Max fucking Martin who runs a literal songwriting boys club. His is very far from being the only one. His just specializes in this Brand Artist trash for young women, and is good at keeping trend-relevant producers around so they've haunted the charts like misogynistic Swedish ghouls for decades. Look up some recent hits and you'll see Dr Luke is out of favor and Shellback is the new hot sound, and I'm sure some new one on the way.

TLDR- there are a bunch of women in music (hello!) BUT we rarely get signed to write unless we can ALSO perform as the face of a brand; unless we can be sexy sexy marketable. Men are the radio heads, label execs, studio owners, songwriters and producers and gatekeepers, all beholden to a $30 BILLION DOLLAR INDUSTRY.

So yeah. it's a fucking thing. It's at the core of how it works. Women are the face of the brand catered to a market, men hold the power.

Ive been in this since the aughts and it's been horribly sexist the entire time, top to bottom. I've been stuck in those rooms with those men. I've been badgered for sex. I've been groped (and worse) and stalked and threatened and harassed and more, and I know plenty of industry scandals where women took settlement money to stay quiet about sexual assault, discrimination and more. The hierarchy is clear to everyone. Every time you're in the label offices or studio you see some pretty young women with stars in her eyes, being shown around and promised millions by a sleezy old douchebag.

This shit is systemic. Sex sells and the companies that control everything want to make money so they make and sell sex. It's designed to sell over authentic music not produced by a huge team of marketing specialists and predatory and self-obsessed men. Once in a blue moon does someone escape this formulaic hellscape of the music charts I've tried to show here and - lemme tell you - I fucking live for the moments that they do. All of us in the music world constantly have our ear to the ground for aberrations, moments of genuine artistry and authentic creativity powering through to popularity as these huge music corporations fight with each other for space on the charts. I think the most recent for me was Gigi Perez.

When you start paying attention, it's easy to see who's making money for what. The harsh truth, from a woman in music, is that a lot of women in music are just recording artists who decide to play the game and let men write their brand while they tour and dance in music videos, and it's insidious as fuck what the end result is.

fuck this business

anyways go GO FORTH with this knowledge on how to pick apart a pop song and slay. sorry for ruining the radio for you.

oh, and don't fall for the "breakout indie music" schtick either; Chappell Roan's cowriter is Dan from As Tall as Lions and his other recent project was Olivia Rodrigo:

NONE OF US ESCAPE THE GAME

most female pop singers are a face used to market songs written and produced by men, styled and choreographed and directed by men, dressing men's thoughts up as women's thoughts and then convincing the world this is how women think and feel because men's words are coming out of a woman's mouth

[bimbovicc]

heyy i had a request idea 💕 i was thinking main invincible and fem reader smut where it’s reader is having a bad day or smth or feeling distant from mark maybe because hes busy w being invincible and it turns into like praise/worship + overstimulation (basically he gets carried w how much hes worshipping her) 💕💕

#ALL YOURS, ALWAYSˎˊ˗

Mark Grayson x f!Reader

Tags: Hurt to comfort, praise kink, overstimulation, emotional sex, soft dom!Mark, aftercare, reader insecurity, love worship

A/n : okayyyy so like… this is for all the girls who get all pouty and quiet when their man’s too busy saving the world to give them attention… like hellooo?? i need cuddles and dick, is that too much to ask?? also baby, sorry for the late reply, I just have so much work and homework :(( and also I think I should have made this more.. filthy, but it’s just soft sex ☹️🩷

©bimbovicc

You didn’t mean to feel this way.

It’s not like Mark meant to leave you hanging for the third night in a row. He’s Invincible. The world needs him. You know that.

But knowing and feeling aren’t the same.

And tonight, the weight of that difference sinks heavy in your chest—like wet clothes after the rain. You lie on his bed with your phone turned face-down, fingers fiddling with a loose thread on the blanket. You’re not mad. Just… small. Quiet. Like maybe the world could forget about you too.

When Mark finally walks in—still in the bottom half of his suit, shirt clinging to him with dried blood and soot—his face softens immediately at the sight of you.

“Hey,” he says gently, like you’re something breakable. “I’m so sorry. I came as fast as I could.”

You smile, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “It’s okay. You don’t have to explain.”

The words gut him. Not because you’re angry. But because you’re not. You’re tired.

“I do, though,” he says, dropping his gloves and crossing to you. “I hate this. I hate when you look like that.”

You shrug, keeping your eyes on the blanket. “It’s not your fault. You’re a superhero. I’m just…”

Just your girlfriend. Just some girl waiting around for you. Just here.

You don’t say it. But he hears it all the same.

Mark kneels in front of you, hands coming to rest on your thighs, gently spreading them so he can kneel between them and look up at you.

“You’re not just anything,” he says lowly, like a vow. “You’re mine. You’re everything. I know I haven’t been here enough. I know I’ve been letting you feel alone. But you’re not. I swear to god you’re not.”

You try to blink the tears away. You weren’t planning to cry—but his voice is so soft, so full of guilt and love, it breaks you in half.

“I missed you,” you whisper. “I hate missing you all the time.”

Mark presses a kiss to the inside of your knee. Then another, higher. Then one just below the hem of your shorts. “I missed you too,” he breathes. “So much it hurts. Let me make it up to you. Please.”

He takes his time.

Pulls off your shorts like he’s unwrapping something precious, not just in a rush to get you naked. Kisses your thighs like they’re holy. Nuzzles his cheek into your inner leg like he needs you to ground him.

“You’re so soft,” he murmurs, voice muffled by your skin. “You always smell so good. I think about this every time I’m gone. Every time.”

Your breath stutters when his mouth finally brushes your pussy—one slow, open-mouthed kiss over your panties, like he’s savoring the taste through the fabric.

“You’re mine. No matter how far I fly, no matter who I’m saving—you’re the only thing that matters. The only one who makes me feel human.”

He keeps whispering between kisses, voice low and reverent, like prayer.

When he finally pulls your panties down and presses a hot, slow kiss to your clit, you gasp and arch against him.

It only spurs him on.

“You’re so fucking good, baby. Let me show you. Let me worship you.”

And he does.

His mouth is feverish, his tongue working you in slow, hypnotic circles until you’re grabbing the sheets and whimpering. He doesn’t stop. Not when you come once, then again a minute later. Not even when your thighs tremble around his head.

You sob out his name, overwhelmed, overstimulated, and he just shushes you sweetly, kissing the slick mess between your legs like it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“That’s it, angel. Give it to me. You’re doing so good. My perfect girl.”

He’s hard and leaking in his pants, but he doesn’t touch himself. His whole focus is you.

When he finally climbs up and slides into you with slow, aching care, your eyes roll back.

And he doesn’t stop talking.

“Feel that? That’s what heaven feels like. Being inside you. Being with you.”

“You’re so tight, so warm. Like you were made for me.”

“I don’t deserve you, but fuck—I’m gonna spend every day proving I’m yours.”

He kisses you with his whole body, slow and deep, hands everywhere, like he’s memorizing you.

You come again on his cock with a cry, and Mark groans, pulling you close as he finally lets go too, filling you with warmth.

But he doesn’t leave.

He stays inside you, wrapped around you, whispering soft I-love-you’s into your neck, holding you like you’ll disappear if he loosens his grip.

And you believe it—finally, fully—that you’re not alone. Not forgotten. Never just anything.

You’re his. Always.

[luv-lock]

ㅤֹㅤ⊹ㅤ #ㅤSTRAP ONㅤ.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☆⁠ PAIRING : Batboys x Fem Reader

☆⁠ HEADCANON : What if you ask if you can peg them?

☆⁠ CHARACTERS : Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Terry McGinnis, Male Barbara Gordon, Male Cassandra Cain, Male Stephanie Brown.

☆⁠ NOTES : English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

— BRUCE WAYNE ⋆

You ask him in bed one night, very nonchalant.

“Hey, can I peg you?”

He freezes. Like full reboot. The Bat-OS is updating. Bruce.exe has stopped responding.

“...Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I think I deserve it.”

He stares. Silently. A slow blink. His jaw clenches, like he's negotiating peace with an international terrorist. You see the flicker in his eyes—he’s considering it, and that terrifies him more than anything.

Eventually?

“Once. You get one.”

But then he comes back for more. Doesn’t say it out loud. Just lies face-down on the bed like a Greek tragedy and says:

“Don’t talk. Just… do it.”

And you never let him forget it. You slap his ass and he growls like a wild animal. Gotham’s protector? Pegged by his princess.

— DICK GRAYSON ⋆

You bring it up during foreplay, and his eyes sparkle.

“You wanna what??? …Wait, really? Is that like—hot for you?”

He’s immediately into it. Like too into it. He starts googling positions, stretches, prep routines.

“Do we need a safe word? What’s the etiquette here? Should I make a playlist?”

When the moment comes? He’s spread out like a centerfold, full trust, full glutes.

“I feel so vulnerable. Is this how girls feel all the time??? God, it’s kinda hot—”

He moans so loud. Like theater-level drama. Neighbors can hear. Batfam knows. And Dick? He’s glowing for a week.

“So when’s round two, babe?”

— JASON TODD ⋆

You say it casually while he's cleaning guns.

“Let me peg you sometime.”

He chokes. Gun clatters. You hit a nerve.

“You wanna what???”

He’s mad. Flustered. Pacing. But also blushing. And you notice the way he starts testing the waters—

“If I said yes… hypothetically… would that make me less of a man?”

You just pat his cheek like, “No, baby. It makes you a brave man.”

He glares. And then, eventually, agrees. But he makes it a war zone. He's gripping the headboard, growling like you’re in a gladiator fight.

“You better own it, then. I want bruises, I want pain—do it like you mean it!”

Afterward, he lies there like he got hit by a truck. Whispers:

“...Don’t tell anyone.”

You immediately text the group chat: “Guess who just got wrecked by me.”

— DAMIAN WAYNE ⋆

You hit him with it after a sparring match, while he’s sweaty and happy.

“Can I peg you sometime?”

He short-circuits.

“You wish.”

But he’s curious. You see the gears turning. He starts reading medical journals. Watches porn on mute. The ego battles the intrigue.

One night, he corners you like:

“If you must dominate me… you’ll have to earn it.”

Treats it like a duel. He makes you work for it. Grapples. Resistance. Eye contact like a wolf. But when it finally happens?

He groans. Face buried in the pillow. Tries to act composed, but he’s trembling.

“This… is merely… a power experiment.”

Lies. He loves it. But he’ll never admit it. Until he randomly buys you new gear and says:

“This model is superior. More efficient. Less friction. I did… research.”

— TERRY MCGINNIS ⋆

You ask Terry during post-sex pillow talk. He’s already panting, sweaty, pupils dilated.

“Babe… what if next time I hit it?”

He blinks.

“You mean like… role reversal?”

“No, Terry. I mean I peg you.”

Visibly panics. Short circuits. But his toxic trait? He’s a curious little freak.

He’ll act all alpha, but that man grew up on internet forums and old Batman archives. He’s been exposed. He’s thought about it.

“Okay. Okay. I mean… I’m not against it. But like, do I—do I have to do the… arch thing?”

By the time you’ve got him moaning into the mattress, he's lost all higher brain function. Tries to talk tough:

“T-This doesn’t c-change... the fact I’m still B-Batman…”

“Mmhm. Say that again while I hit that spot.”

After everything, cuddly. A little emotionally destroyed. Always asks shyly afterward:

“So... wanna do it again next week?”

— BARRY GORDON ⋆

So Barry's in the chair, coding. You lean over and whisper it in his ear like it's nothing:

“Wanna let me peg you?”

He doesn’t even look up. Just slowly removes his glasses.

“I was wondering when you’d ask.”

“...Wait. That’s a yes?”

“Baby, I can’t walk, but I can take it. Now help me out of these pants.”

This man is confident and freaky. He guides you through. You’re the one sweating and stammering while he talks dirty.

“Mmm, harder. You call that topping? C’mon, use that core strength.”

Afterward he lays there smug mocking you.

“Good job. You get a gold star. Wanna go again or do I have to manspread harder?”

— CASSIAN CAIN ⋆

You say it during your usual makeout, biting his ear:

“Wanna be my pretty little baby?”

Cassian doesn’t speak much. But his eyes go wide. And the blush? It climbs his ears.

At first, he shakes his head—too shy. But a week later, you find him laid out on the bed. On his stomach. Ass up.

Doesn’t say a word. Just… offers himself.

And he’s so sensitive. Bites his knuckle, whimpers through every motion. Has his whole face buried in a pillow, fists clenched, body twitching.

“You’re doing so well, baby…”

Nods frantically. Tries not to cry from how good it feels.

After? Curled into your arms, completely limp, like you just possessed his soul.

— STEPHEN BROWN ⋆

You barely finish the sentence:

“Hey, what if I pegged—”

And he’s ALREADY stripping.

“YES. PLEASE. I WANNA TRY IT. DO I LOOK GOOD LIKE THIS? DO YOU WANT ME TO SHAVE?? I HAVE CANDLES???”

He’s bouncing. Wagging his tail. Sends you like 10 Etsy links for strap-ons. Makes a mood playlist. Packs snacks.

In the bedroom? Drama. Theatrics. Noise.

He’s moaning like a porn star. Gripping the sheets. Begging.

“I’m your good boy! I’m your little toy! Use me, mommy, pleaaaase!”

You have to put a pillow over his mouth because he’s SCREAMING. And afterward, he wants cuddles and tells all his friends:

“I’m in love.”

— MASTERLIST ☆

— © luv-lock. Don't copy, use or translate any of my works here or any other websites ☆

[shotofesspresso]

Please Please Please 💋

Summary: In which break up rumors are shut down or are they

taste (part 1)

good graces (part 3)

(Twitter.com)

liked by yourusername and others

shawnmendes good morning Paris!

user1 so hot

user2 weren’t y/n and Shawn seen together in L.A.

user3 those pictures have to be old

user4 or they were taken a couple days ago and then he flew to Paris

yourusername oui oui

user5 not liking your own girlfriend’s comment is crazy

user6 no one can convince me that he actually likes her

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yourusername DISNEY!! I think I walked more today than I have in my entire life.

user1 lando is a fan just like us

user2 he’s always here within 5 minutes

user3 NEW MUSIC WHEN

user4 where is Shawn?

user5 it’s so weird that she’s always liking and commenting on his posts but he doesn’t

user6 not this again

(2 months later)

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yn.updates Shawn was spotted cozying up to a mystery girl in Spain, sources say they spent the whole weekend together. So now fans are asking—did he cheat on Y/N, or are they already over?

user1 I knew I was right to hate him

user2 landoyn shippers rise

user3 PLEASE THEY HAVE NEVER MET

user4 Lando in the likes in sending me

user5 he’s such an asshole . Who cheats on y/n

user6 they could have broken up

user7 defending him is crazy

lando has followed yourusername

a/n: this only took me like an hour and a half so there are definitely mistakes let’s just ignore that. The storyline is going to get better I swear, this is just build up. Also do we like the lace divider?

[triciawritesstuff]

Summary: An altercation with some union boys doesn't end well

Pairing: seo Juntae x reader

Cw: angst, major character death, violence, blood, pain, and suffering.

Notes: lowkey inspired by the scene in warfare, but we dont get bombed, also random tv girl lyric at end.

You noticed them as soon as you stepped out of the school building. Exchanging glances with one another when they spot you. You see one nod knowingly at the boy in the middle, all of them starting to head directly for you.

You picked up the pace, clutching the straps of your backpack anxiously. Perhaps you were just being paranoid. They weren't really following you. You weave in-between back alleys and streets until you find yourself heading through the tunnel. You feel something, someone grab you from behind. Pulling you backwards, then shoving you into the wall. The air is knocked out of your lungs from the impact.

Your back hits the dirty wall of the underpass. "Where are your friends?" One of them questioned, smirking at the boys who caught up with him. Clearly out of breath. "You just have to tell us– then we won't have to hurt you."

You catch a glimpse of the silvery blade he's concealing in his right hand, hidden mostly by the burgundy blazer that he's wearing. Your breath catches in your throat. There's no way Baekjin would allow this kind of collateral damage; you tell yourself. It was reckless. They are just trying to scare you, that's it.

Your mouth remains closed, glaring at the leader. You shift further backwards, the sound of glass crunching underfoot. Your gaze shifts towards the opposite end of the underpass, praying that someone would come to your rescue. Juntae. You'd planned to meet after school–he'd be looking for you. He had to be.

The leader takes a calculated step forward. His grin widens, clearly enjoying the fear that tumbled off you in waves. "You're lucky you're beautiful– I'll make sure not to cut your face." He laughs out, the boys around him scoffing.

Your heart drops. Panic taking over.

You bolt.

You make it a couple meters before you are tackled to the ground by one of them. A red hot pain sears through your abdomen. Your nerves feel like they are on fire, suddenly feeling light-headed.

The boy immediately gets up off of you, the sound of something metallic clattering onto the floor beside you. You gasp for air, lungs burning as they try to take oxygen in. You turn onto your back, broken glass pressing into your spine, piercing through your uniform. You look up at the boy. He stumbles backwards, looking at his hands. They are covered in a viscous crimson liquid. Who's blood is that? You reach down, feeling a dampness slowly spreading across the front of your shirt.

His face pales, and you can tell he's afraid. The noise infiltrating your ears feels muffled, hazy, as if you were dreaming.

"I told you to stop her! Not kill her!" You hear from a few steps away. "Are you fucking crazy?" You attempt to sit up, the pain unbearable. The floor around you is wet. You manage to push up onto your elbows, the agony intensifying. You let out stuttered breaths.

"We have got to get out of here– this is low even for seongje's standards." They mutter to each other. "He won't find out about this–will he?"

You hear another boys voice. This one seems familiar. Juntae. His slow steps come to a holt at the entrance of the underpass, where he takes in the situation before him. The other boys panic, making a run for it. leaving you both alone.

You hear the noise of a bag hitting the floor, the footsteps turning into a running pace. He skids to a stop by you, immediately crashing onto his knees. Not caring about the glass that lay underneath. "Are you hurt? D-did they touch you?" He wispers out, eyes searching your face for the answer. His gaze slowly travels down your body, coming to a stop on your left side, just under your ribs.

"N-no, no, no. This can't be happening–" He wimpers out softly. His hands reach out, applying pressure to the source of your discomfort. You convulse in pain.

"Juntae–" You gasp out. "S-stop it, it hurts.."

"M'sorry, just hold on, okay? I'm going to get you of this–" His voice breaks,"I promise."

"D-do you think you can walk?" He loops an arm underneath you, trying to lift you off the ground.

You scream in pain. "N-no, stop, stop, stop–"

"We have to at least make it to the street– m'sorry.. just a bit further—please." He wraps your arm over his shoulders, dragging you a few steps further. The pain consumes you, etching its way into your very being.

Your legs completely lose their feeling, causing you both to collapse onto the floor. "I can't go any further." You sob out breathlessly.

He sits up, gently reaching for you. His cold hands interlink with yours, fingers tentatively weaving together with your weak ones. You rest your head on his lap; gazing upwards, finding comfort within his warm brown eyes. If this was the last thing you saw, you think to yourself– then you think it would be okay.

"Hey, keep your eyes open–" you hear him wisper to you. "Just hold on... help is coming, okay?" You feel warm tears dropping onto your face from above. The boy beneath you shakes, chest heaving as his breathing becomes irregular.

"Jun–" You murmer out, barely audible. He learns forward, desperately. "J-just take care of yourself." He makes out through your wispers.

The gentle rising and falling of your chest begins to slow. "Just hold on–please," He calls to you desperately. But to his call, there is no answer.

[bunnibaby-love]

🍎 Losing your virginity to Caleb 🍎

♡ female reader + nsfw + vanilla

You wanted your cherry to be pop! and crave some experience for the plot and fun and who else is better choice than your hot friend?

You sat next to Caleb as he helps you out review for your finals. Usually you are spacing out as you wanna doze off but this time, your twinkling eyes are set on your friends hands. He has long fingers and veiny hands! no one won't drool at the sight right?

"What about this again Caleb?" you purposely press your chest against his biceps as you lean on him to point out a random equation

"It's just calculus silly" he chuckled and you frown as it looks like your tits squeezing on his bicep has no effect on him. No way! It can't be!

You tried to remember all the stuff from the fanfics you been reading to make advances "I can barely see here can i just..." you giggle to yourself as you position yourself on Caleb lap

"...Damn.." You shivered as you feel Caleb minty breath as he chuckled on your neck "What's with you today? You're like...a cat"

You laugh at the comparison "meow...." you giggle as you tease him that he just laugh it off and continue teaching you

Caleb is a good tutor but now, all you wanted is to have your brains fucked out so nothing is going on your head

You pouted cause you also have to focus learning since finals is coming but you just buried your head on his neck. Caleb smile cause you clearly showing signs of not getting the topic

"Whats with you today pips? are you hungry? want me to get you some bunny apples? or sleepy? you can sleep for now then ill come back tommorrow to teach you"

You instantly grab his biceps so he wont leave your side "No uh im fine just...stuff going on my head..." he gave you a look that saying 'you know you can tell me anything'

Unable to resist his puppy eyes, you admit to him whats's bothering you for few days now "I just...um i don't wanna be virgin anymore! Girls my age have experience and i don't"

Caleb was shocked for few seconds. "What the...!" He sighs "Pipsqueak...don't...don't feel bad for being a virgin...it's okay and don't rush it and never give it to someone random just cause you want experience" He said while rubbing his temple

"Is it fine if i lose it to you then? you're not a random stranger" Now you're determined and gave him a cute pout

"Are you out of your mind now pips? you're gonna regret this" Caleb said sternly. He wanted you as well but he's doesn't want it more if he ever did something that would you make you uncomfortable if ever in the future so he just averted his gaze on you

"I won't since it's you Caleb" You press kisses on his neck "Whenever i tried touching myself i think of you..." Caleb is now as red as apples and whimpers before trying to pull you away but seems like all his strenght is gone. He's so weak with you

He look at you in the eyes "If i start...i don't think i'll be able to held back" He cupped your cheeks

"I'm sure Caleb...please..." after muttering a cursed word, Caleb kissed you but he can't help but smile when you clearly don't know how to kiss

"Just follow my lips baby..." he fixed your position so you're seated between his thighs as you get lose trying to mimic is lips

His lips travel down to your cheeks, jaw, throat and finally your neck "Can i leave a hickey please...? i promise it's where you can easily hide..." you whimper and nod making Caleb leave you a hickey behind your ear

You started unbottoning your blouse and Caleb stop you "Let me..." He whisper on your ear before laying on your bed. He didn't stop kissing your body while unbottoning your blouse and everytime he opens your body after buttons, he would kiss that part

He throws your blouse at floor and hold your bra "Can i?" You let out a hum and Caleb unbuckled your bra "So pretty..."

"Oh..! that's...cold?" You moan as Caleb immediently latch his tongue and lips on your nipples. He swirl it with his tongue before catching it with his lips then suckled making you moan and arch your back

You grip his hair as his kissed goes deeper to your abdomen till his face is infront or you pants. He use is teeth to bring the zipper down and you wiggle you hips and legs so your pants can take off easily

"Can i baby?" He whisper on your cunt covered with your panties and you hum with desperation "Words pipsqueak. I need your words hmm?"

"Yes...Yes Caleb please...?" Caleb smile as he sniff you and licked you through your panties for a minute. He got enough of your desperate moans and whimpers when he finally take off your panties

"Gonna strech you out first..." He licked his 2 fingers infront you making you bite your lips with how sexy he looks "This is gonna sting baby..." He kissed you deeply on lips again then slowly insert his one finger

"Mhm sorry..sorry...you're a good girl yeah?" He whisper between kisses while fingering you then, he added another finger "Go on baby you can cum...hmm? want you wet and messy mhm yes babygirl..."

This experience is nothing compare to all the experince you heard or the fanfics you read. You're losing your mind with how hot Caleb is making you feel right now and finally you orgasm

"Good fucking girl..." Caleb kissed your cheeks. You closed your eyes for few seconds after your first orgasm and when you open your eyes, you saw Caleb all naked and his big dick is infront of you

"Want a taste hmm?" he smirk as he tease you but you just smile and quickly sit up to reach his cock. You immedietly suck him but pulls away when you feel like choking

"Are you alright pips?" you nod but still pout. You're so inexperience with this you feel embrassed but Caleb just kissed your head

"I wanna feel your hot mouth around me but fuck baby...i just wanna be inside you..." You goes back to laying in bed and open your legs with hazy eyes

Caleb quickly puts on a condom and you tried taking it away "Caleb just go raw...i think it would feel better!"

Caleb has to close his eyes and looks up. This naughty girl! "Sure pips going bareback on your wet cunt would feel amazing but we're not risking kay?" He rest his forehead on yours "I'm going in hmm? Scratch my back when it's too painful for you" He encircle your hands on his nape

You wince in pain and can't help but scratch Caleb back and shoulder while he burries himself on you. He kiss your face and lick your tears till he's deep inside you "Tell me when you're okay...then i'll move"

You breath is heavy and Caleb is patient. He keeps kissing your face and caressing your body till you give a signal "Mhm move now Caleb..."

He gave you a peck on lips before burrying his face on your neck as he started to thrust. It's still painful but the pleasure is building up

Both you and Caleb are moaning so loud as his thrusts gets more faster, deeper and desperate "Ah...Caleb...gonna cum...gonna cum...."

Caleb pinned your hands on the sheets and encircling it with his "I'm here baby...go on be a good girl...ha...." He flickers your clit that made your back arch

You moan loudy as you let out another orgasm as you cum while he's still thrusting deep on you

"Ah...atta girl..fuck..." Caleb pulls out and removes his condom before pumping his dick and cums in your stomach "Mhm...that's sexy"

You smile and Caleb lay beside you. He pulls you close to him that you're almost on top of him. He kissed your head before sleep took you over

You wake up when morning comes all clean. You're wearing Caleb shirt and the bedsheets are new.

"Good morning pips" Caleb enters the room with a tray of breakfast "Eat up.."

"Thanks Caleb..." you smile as you enjoy your breakfast in bed while Caleb is sitting beside you and combing your hair

You sat on his lap so you're more comfortable and feel something on your butt "You know Caleb...i'm craving something other than these amazing pancakes of yours"

Oh Caleb now have to deal with your naughtines more!

sorry for grammar errors! i'm so sleepy when i wrote this! T.T

[magicaloneandmystery]

random rockstar!Bucky headcanons I have

pairing: rockstar!Bucky Barnes x female!reader

themes: this is the fluffy part. smutty part to follow!

warnings: mentions of trespassing?, mentions of drugs and alcohol, bucky was a fuckboy before you

a/n: I am so obsessed with rockstar!Bucky, oh my god. I was so disappointed to find there are not enough fics for this ship but if you have ANY recommendations, thoughts, or ideas, do send them my way!

you were a fan - of course you were, who wasn't these days? - and had caught his eye one time when you sneaked in the backstage just to get a glimpse of the absolute chaos that is post concert celebration. so when he saw his security detail dragging off a pretty woman he had never seen before? he had to stop and "save" you.

so that's how you met, adrenaline swirling in your veins from not just trespassing but also meeting your favourite singer.

and you were ready to worship the ground he walked on.

luckily for you, he held the same devotion.

he was reluctant to become exclusive with you at first. he was used to one night stands and... that was pretty much it. he wasn't used to wanting a girl to stick around, or getting jealous over other people flirting with you.

one time, he actually came close to firing his manager, Natasha, because she was leaning in too close to you.

that was the same night he admitted to himself that maybe there was a slight chance that he wanted you to be his girl and only his girl.

it took him another week to hype himself up to ask you to be his.

it was a week full of nervous chuckles and stuttering that was not at all characteristic of Bucky. it had you incredibly concerned and whenever you tried to ask him if everything was okay, he kissed you passionately, taking away your breath and leaving your mind blank.

finally, at the end of the week, one night when he didn't have a concert or interview or red carpet appearance, he took you out on a date.

which was surprising because Bucky didn't do dates.

he would hang out with you, have his usual setup of drugs and booze ready, or at best, take you to a club for a night of booze and grinding.

but a date? where he was acting like a gentleman, not even touching his favourite whiskey, and going all sweet on you?

something was up.

but, you basked in his attention. after all, that was all you've wanted ever since you got together in his vanity room all those months back.

he was a stuttering mess but he managed to get through his heartfelt and well rehearsed speech.

"doll, you know how I- I am not good at this shit. but you make m-me want to give up my old ways. I barely look at other girls anymore, I haven't slept with anyone apart from you in over three months, and I- I hate the thought of you sleeping with someone else. when I'm on stage, I'm only looking for your eyes in the crowd. I see some hot chick in some event and think, 'y/n would pull that dress off so much better' and I just... always need you beside me. you're on my mind constantly. Sam, Steve, and everyone else is tired of hearing me talk about you in band practices. I- I have been analysing these feelings. I... y/n, will you be my girlfriend?"

since then, you were on his arm constantly. when he was away on your first tour as a couple, you almost couldn't take it. so, you quit your current job and instead joined the crew as one of the tour managers. it wasn't as difficult as you would've thought. especially with his help.

you were a professional, but then Bucky would saunter into a room and he would make it his job to distract you. it was an open secret amongst your crew to always take over the planning, directing, and executing when you and Bucky were in the same room.

he was a doting boyfriend. he would kiss you every time he entered or left the room. he would have his hand on you all the time, whether on your back, around your shoulders, or, his favourite, wrapped around your waist.

he spoils you rotten. one time, when the two of you were out on European streets, a respite from practice for and planning the tour for both of you, your eyes had lingered too long on a bracelet and he went in and bought it simply because 'you should only yearn for me, baby, not some bracelet.' whatever that meant.

your favourite part of your life with Bucky, though, had to be the penthouse you share back in New York, when times are quiet between albums and tours.

you had decorated it together and you had filled it with all the little trinkets you could find on tours that you thought Bucky would love.

he did, every single one of them.

how could he not? his girl had picked them out for him.

he was an excellent cook, it came as a surprise for you. and often, when you weren't cooking together, he would sit you down on the counter next to the stove and put a glass of wine in your hand, listening to you sharing the gossip from his crew while he prepared your favourite pasta while stealing kisses from you in between.

all in all, it was a pretty blissful life.

thank you so much for reading! likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated :)))

[tiredandsapphic]

SOFT HANDS

pairing ꩜ adult!lottie matthews x fem!reader summary ꩜ carpenter lottie... builder lottie... handy lottie, yes please an ꩜ just a blurb cuz im facing the lethal writers block

thinking about lottie who builds things around the commune… some small jobs to keep her distracted, or big ones to keep her busy. honestly so talented too, she knows what she’s doing. yeah she's a cult leader, but she's also handy.

and for you? lottie will build anything your heart desires. you don’t even ask her directly, you’ll just utter the words “oh another garden would be nice…” or “a little path there will add to the place…”

"it would be like super romantic to have a little greenhouse by the lake." you mentioned once. "yeah?" "It's a dumb idea though, probably not enough room." and then you forgot about it after that.

two weeks later? its there. full of all your favourite plants, perfectly stained wood, and painted in an accent colour of your favourite, "because it reminded me of you," she'll say.

imagining lottie have notebooks full of ideas and plans. you find her half the time scribbling in them. she'll be writing in it with you nearby, probably while you're sleeping or reading. you peak inside them sometimes, a lot of sketches full of notes like,

'soft cushions for her knees while she gardens' 'sunrise hits at 6:17am—good spot for window for her favourite lighting' 'ask someone to teach me how to build a tub outside??' with frantic underlines.

when you ask her about it someone she gets all bashful and admits "I just... like to see you happy."

imagine just seeing her building something new for the commune, wearing her tank tops and linen loose pants. oh gosh, she's perfectly fit from all the work she does, absolutely obsessed. seeing the way her muscles work when she moves, and how she glistens in the sun, all you can do is stare. her hair all tied back, pencil behind her ear, still looking so ethereal.

being lottie's girlfriend whose kinda bad at all that stuff and still wanna help? yes. you help in your own way. bringing her snacks, drinks and of course kisses for motivation. those are her favourite. sometimes it escalates though...

"okay, so i just hold it here right?" you ask, hands attempting to grip a piece of lumber as she measures. "mmm, not quite baby, let me help," she's so patient, shifting behind you. she wraps her arms around your waist, murmuring how to steady the wood. guiding your hands with her larger ones, "good girl, just like that"

yeah... you're not much help after that, everything just got 10x more hot. you'll just stick to moral support.

she's only human and not totally healed, so she gets trusted sometimes. the mix of the hot sun and a nail not laying correctly? yeah that ticks her off. imagining her breathing a little harder, jaw clenched, brow furrowed. the little murderous sighs she lets out, hehe. you always know how to calm her down though, soft praises and assurance. sometimes through more physical activities...

giving her massages too when she pulls something or is just so sore from all the hard work she does. you live of it, she loves it too much, its a win win. feeling her muscles under the pads of your fingers, working in her commune made remedies. ugh its so intimate. she makes a ritual out of it, having candles and soft scents some nights. your hands are so soft and work in all the right places. maybe getting injured is not as bad as it seems.

and the real reason she does all this? the praise. the recognition she receives, mostly from you. she lives for it, she needs it. when you tell her 'good job' or how much of a 'hard working girl' she is? she's gone. she'll do anything for you and wants you to feel that, because she loves her girl so so much.

[aestknowsbest]

Timbersteph incorrect quotes because I am bored! (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ And my anxiety is ever present....

Stephanie, laying with her face pressed into Bernard's stomach: “Let's all take out our intestines and braid them together like friendship bracelets.”

Tim, curled up against her back: “I don't think that's advisable.”

Bernard, watching Nailed It on mute with his phone balanced on Stephanie's head: “No no, I'm actually curious on where this is going.”

Stephanie: “We'd be stuck together always. We'll do everything as a throuple. Cooking, cleaning, sleeping. Communal shitting.”

Bernard: “You know how I love you and would do anything ever for you—?”

Steph: “Sensing a ‘but’ here, but I'm not so sure.”

Bernard: “—Yeah, not anymore. Some things are just off the table”

--

Stephanie, talking about Tim: “I call him princess because that mf is not a daddy.”

Bernard: “The closest he'll ever be to that is when we get him pregnant.”

Stephanie, raising her hand for a high-five: “Tag-team!”

Bernard, smacking his hand against hers: “Heck yes!”

Tim: “I am right here.”

--

Stephanie, scrolling through her phone: “Lunch, breakfast, light shower, common tongue, the red means i love you...... Bear, is there any reason in particular why the playlist you sent to Tim and I is comprised of songs with blatant cannibalistic subtext?”

Bernard, looking up with wide innocent eyes from here he is currently biting into her collarbone: “..... Not exactly any that I can think of, no.”

--

Bernard: “What if horses had teeth in their brain cavity?”

Tim: “Straight up bucking it. And by ‘it’, let's just say.... my brain teeth.”

Jason, who only wanted a quiet weekend but is now having his apartment invaded: “Girlie, please come collect your freak twinks!”

Steph, raiding the refrigerator: “You have custody of the kids over the weekend, sorry! Put on Scooby Doo if you want them quiet and occupied– Mystery Inc. is their favourite.”

Bernard: “The love triangle between Shaggy, Velma, and Scooby... They were so wild for that.”

Jason: “What the fuck?”

--

Steph, stepping out of the dressing room in a dress and heels: “So what do you think?”

Bernard: “You could step on my throat in stilettos and I'd thank you and also ask for you to press harder.”

Stephanie: “I'm assuming that means I look smoking hot. Keep it up, my funky little hype-man.”

--

Stephanie, sitting on the couch reading with a sleeping Bernard's head in her lap:

Tim, stumbling through the window and bleeding profusely from his side:

Steph:

Tim:

Tim, slurring: Hey girl,, nice teeth.... They w'ld llook even better. on my b'droom floor.

Steph: My TEETH??

Tim passes out:

[itoshiierae]

How do you think situationship!Karasu would be like ?? 😓😓😩

ᡣ𐭩 notes: oh situationship!karasu???? he’s a menace 💀 idk what it is about karasu but he definitely gives off “we’re not dating but then gets mad when you breathe near someone else” energy. like sir??? you just said we’re chill??? anywayyy this one’s for the girls who are stuck in a situationship with a man who cuddles you like it means something but disappears every time you bring up feelings. stay strong besties. you deserve better <33 but also… he’s kinda hot 🤭

✧ situationship!karasu is the type to kiss you like you’re his, then laugh it off with a casual “don’t catch feelings, yeah?” right after — as if he didn’t just kiss your soul out of your body.

✧ situationship!karasu loves toeing the line between being flirty and emotional. one minute he’s calling you ‘princess’ with a smirk, the next he’s saying, “i don’t really open up to people, but with you… it’s just different.” — and then afterwards, he’ll just vanish for a few days and act like nothing happened.

✧ situationship!karasu is sooo physically affectionate when the both of you are alone — arm slung around your shoulders, kisses pressed to your temple, brushing hair out of your eyes like you’re delicate, almost as if he cares. but when someone asks what the two of you are, he goes, “we’re just chillin’. it’s not that deep.”

✧ situationship!karasu texts you “you home safe?” after late-night hook-ups. sends memes the next morning, like he didn’t make you question your entire self-worth at 2am the night before.

✧ situationship!karasu gets visibly annoyed when he sees you talking to another guy, but plays it cool. “you’re free to do what you want,” he says, but then turns cold for the rest of the night. and you know it’s because he’s jealous, even if he won’t admit it.

✧ situationship!karasu gets uncomfortable when you try to confront him about what the both of you are, he does that thing where he jokes his way out of it. “you wanna be my girlfriend so bad, huh?” but there’s a flicker in his eyes. like maybe… he wants it too, but he’s scared of what that would mean.

© itoshiierae 2025 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ please do not modify or repost my content onto any other platforms.

[ashlovesfood]

We Gonna Get Nasty Baby!

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tags:Fleshlight!, creampie, cream usage, pounding, fem!reader, tribbing, moaning, grunting, sweet nothings, rubbing, grinding, panties, squirting, humiliation, cunnilingus, fluids, dildo, sex toys, riding, cowgirl position, oil, vibrator, anal, cuffs, masturbating, clit stimulation, spanking, voyeurism, recording, folded like a pretzel, secretmasturbating, self pleasuring, exhibitionism, groping,edging,clit flicking, quickie, full up sex sesh, coming inside, chainsヾ(｀ε´)ノ

part one, part two

Clark fucking his fleshlight as he thinks of you in place of the toy, his feral instincts taking over

Clark using extra cream while pounding into his beloved toy- the juices mixing together making an extraaa 'creampie'

Clark recieving a special video made from yours truly <3 (he thrusted into his fist so much that night his cock was raw)

Clark getting a chance to toy with your pretty cunny, getting off from your cute noises

Clark rubbing himself with you through the thin fabric material, spanking your ass he as grinds into your pussy

Clark watching you squirt through your jeans from the toy he planted inside of your sweet cunt, getting off on the sight of your humiliation

Clark making out with your cunnie, drinking up all the juices you release as your thighs shake around his face, begging for him to be more rough with you

Clark making you ride a dildo shaped after his own dick, seeing you writhe in pleasure from the hot pink vibrator he stuffed inside your asshole, the oil rubbed all over your thicc cheeks making him rock hard

Clark placing cuffs around your ankles as he forces you to rub your clit, the juices soaking through your panties as you cum over and over

Clark shoving his tumb into your ass hole, plugging both holes as he fucks you into euphoria

Clark getting sent a video of you touching yourself with your fingers while you moan his name, his cock turning diamond hard as he rushed out to his car

Clark thrusting into your tight cunt, relishing in the way you whine as he folds you into a silly position

Clark listening through the door as you rub your clit and spank yourself, moaning from the intense stimulation that you inflicted on yourself (hes such a perv)

Clark recording a video of you touching yourself on the bed, his skills in being silent secretly coming in hand as he sends the videos to Bruce (they both are possesive over you :p)

Clark groping your cute plushy ass in public, smirking as you sit there and take it like a good girl to not raise attention, biting down on your lower lip to shush your moans

Clark using his hands to pleasure your clit, edging you through the panty material while he flicks the small bud, causing you to jolt forward with ecstasy

Clark pulling your panties to the side as he uses your hole for a quickie, turning the small 5 minute sesh into a full pounding hour

Clark chaining your arms and ankles together as he bends you over, fucking into your ass as he leaves a nice warm load in your hole, slipping out to spread your cheeks as he admires the view

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ─ ──╯

A/N Omg so i can make another part with threesums..... who said that?! also went gambling and lost my money........... and also gooned like five times but still want more. and why is the weather so bootyhole like make up ur mindddduhhhh and also need may to hurry up and end atp ლ(́◉◞౪◟◉‵ლ

[chamomiletea-beforebed]

JJK men and what type of workout i think they’re gf would do

featuring Sukuna, Gojo, Kento, Suguru and Toji

Sukuna ~ Weightlifting

I think Sukuna would prefer to have a strong partner that he would be able to lift with.

I’m talking you guys go lift together like 5 times a week and you always show up in matching oversized sweatpants and hoodies as your pump covers.

You are ALWAYS yelling at Kuna to do his dynamic stretches or at least warm up before he starts lifting but he’s already on the bench repping some obscene weight before you can finish scolding him.

You guys do the same lifts generally but in different font. Don’t get me wrong you’re strong as hell but obviously no one near Sukuna’s ability.

You loooveee lifting with him because you know you won’t have to touch a weight until you’re actually lifting. He loads all your weights and re-racks them for you despite the constant grumbling coming from his lips while he does it. He would never admit it but he secretly likes doing it for for you because it lets everyone else know who you’re with in case they missed y’all walking in together.

You’re always catching him in the mirror or across the gym shamelessly raking his eyes over your body while he’s between sets. He’ll text you from across the gym saying how “hot you look when you’re sweaty” and that he “can’t wait to do cardio at home”. But hey he can’t help that pumping the iron gets blood pumping somewhere else too.

Gojo ~Pilates

Gojo loves calling you a pilates princess when you get ready for your classes and you’re wearing your cute little matching yoga pants sets and your hair is up all cute to which you always just roll your eyes at.

He is so excited when you ask him to join you one day because he thinks it’ll be so fun doing a silly little workout and getting to watch his beautiful girlfriend in her natural habitat…boy was he in for a rude awakening.

Gojo is quickly humbled about 10 minutes in on the reformer. when every muscle is shaking and aching and he glances at you and all the other cute girls not even breaking a sweat yet. As a matter of fact you glance his way and SMILE at him, you smile at him like you’re enjoying his pain (secretly you are). He’s also in awe of you as you effortlessly move through the movements in time and do the more complicated options for every movement.

Gojo literally falls off the reformer and gives you a lopsided grin as he gets back up until he sees the scathing look you give as a silent message that he’s embarrassing you and he needs to lock tf in. So lock in he does because that look just gave him a renewed strength as you guys finish out the class together.

His legs are shaky as you guys head back to the car and he can tell his muscles will be on fire tomorrow. He’s extra dramatic saying that you need to drive and that he also needs help getting in the car. So it’s safe to say he has a newfound respect for you and all the pilates girls, now opting to refer to you as a pilates soldier.

Kento ~ Yoga

Going to yoga classes after work with you are his absolute favorite. You guys go together everyday after work and it’s what he looks forward to the most.

You attend the same class every time and it’s as if there’s a weight lifted off of his shoulders every time he walks through that door. it’s a small class with around 8 other people to which Nanami knows the names of them all and often makes small talk with before the class.

He enjoys when the instructor walks in and dims the lights so he can bask in the warm glow of the lamps and let his mind empty as he matches his breath to his movements. Since you guys have been going for a while you need minimal instruction and focus solely on your breathing and movements and releasing energy with each breath.

Kento always walks out feeling refreshed after letting his stressful work day ease out of his body in those grounding 60 minutes. He can now go home with you and focus solely on spending time with you and enjoying your company for the rest of his evening instead of thinking about work,like he used to before you started taking him to yoga with you.

He loves it so much he sometimes asks you if you want to go to an early morning class on Saturdays with him so he can start the weekend off right.

Choso ~ Heated mat pilates

Unlike Gojo, Choso does not doubt your strength whatsoever. He sees you come back from pilates drenched in sweat and looking like you went to hell and back and just knows that you would fuck someone up.

He’s honestly kinda scared when you ask if he’d like to join you in a class because fuck why wouldn’t he be. Nevertheless he cannot refuse you as you look up at him with your pretty eyes and that ever so endearing smile of yours.

Makes it a point to do some research and watch some videos of classes before hand so he knows exactly what he’s getting into. Maybe even do a few at home videos while you’re at work. Maybe he even pulls the space heater out of storage and sets is right next to him just to get the full effect…He’ll be damned if he goes into this class getting humbled like the rest of these boyfriends.

You are intrigued to see how the class will go with Choso since it’s his first time but you are pleasantly surprised when he’s moving through the movements with ease. I’m talking he looks like he’s done this just as much as anyone else.

The instructor and all of the other attendees are also noticeably surprised and look at your boyfriend with awe . They give you looks and nods of approval as if it’s them telling you he’s welcomed back.

Choso is eating it up when he hears all the other girls telling you guys how impressed they were and asking if he will be joining any other classes. He’s as happy as can be on the drive home while you’re singing his praises in the car because this is all he’s trained for.

Suguru~ Running

Suguru respects the fuck out of your self discipline. Often going on early morning or late night runs and pushing your body to its limits oftentimes.

He often asks to accompany your to which you always decline saying that you train pretty intensely that that you wouldn’t want to subject him to that, especially at times when other are usually sleeping. Suguru insists tho, stating that he worries about you when you go for runs when the sun isn’t out yet. So after much persistence on his part you agree.

You take Suguru through your stretching routine before you depart. You decide to take him on one of your more mild routes through your guys favorite park, that way there’s lots of benches to rest at just in case.

Suguru being good at everything breezily keeps pace with you. Which is good for you because although you love your boyfriend, you’re not used to running with other people and aren’t sure how to adjust your pace accordingly.

You guys share an airpod opting to listen to an audio hook or podcast on your guys’ 3 mile run. that way it’s also mentally stimulating as well as physically.

Suguru might have discovered a new found hobby. He appreciates the peacefulness of running, especially when there’s no one else around. As if it was just you guys and the pretty park. He especially likes when you guys finish your run just in time to see the sun peak over the horizon in the beautiful hues of red and orange. Yep, he could get used to this.

Toji~ Boxing

Toji introduced you to boxing when you guys first started dating. You would often accompany him as he trained at the gym. Watching him was always entertaining to you, they way he simultaneously moved so gracefully while also throwing devastating blows to his opponents be it pads or people.

He is taken aback when one day you ask if he would train you. Obviously he shouldn’t have been that surprised seeing how often you would attend his training sessions and ask him questions here and there. But still he can’t say he isn’t just a tad bit surprised when his beautiful delicate little angel of a girlfriend tells him she wants to train with him.

Toji who admittedly is more than a little pissed off when he walks into the gym with you this time when all of the guys he trains with let their eyes linger just a little too long on you. He picked out your outfit himself to ensure you wouldn’t get ogled by them but I guess seeing a pretty girl in athletic wear really does something to these guys.

It only takes one look from Toji for everyone to get the message that they need to avert their eyes because they know he won’t hesitate to drive any of them through the concrete floor.

after that’s taken care of. He dives right into a stretching routine before he walks you through various footwork drills and taking you through head and hand placements.

Afterwards you get to watch your ripped boyfriend let loose some pent up aggression on some poor soul that made the mistake of looking at your butt while training with Toji. Win for you, loss and maybe ambulance for them.

AN: sorry if this sucked this is the first time i’ve ever actually written anything like this since my middle school fangirl days but i started thinking about this prompt before i went to bed the other day and just had to get it out so here it is. tada !

[greenxgloss]

Sickly Sweet - Jeon Jungkook (2)

Summary: While setting up a Valentine’s display in your beloved bookshop, Jungkook stopped by to gift you a pair of handmade earrings as thanks for a recommendation—leaving you flustered, blushing, and undeniably smitten. Even Madilyn, your young regular, noticed the spark and teased you about your “pretty boy” visitor, who just might like you more than you think.

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unedited

February 9th

About four years ago, you were sat in the middle of what you call your book room—a room—as labeled—stacked to the ceiling with nothing but books—hard covers, paperbacks, vintage, hot off the press, dystopian, horror, and romance.

It was your personal collection that you'd accumulated since you could read, and you had the idea to open a store that customers could also borrow from. How hard could it be?

After about a year of securing stable funding, looking for the perfect location, obtaining a business licence, registering with the government and getting insurance on the whole place, you were able to open Books. Yeah that's what you called it; Books. You thought it was sweet and whimsical.

Years of making connections all over the world with other collectors and sellers to broaden your collection, turned supply, and here you are.

You loved being in the shop; it's truly your life and has been for these four long years. You've come to say that you're married to your books, which earns a collective wince or cringe from your friends, who, though, were also just as reserved as you, still had the occasional night out. They have diverse social lives aside from reading a few good books a month, and you respected that, though you were content with being The Reading Connoisseur™.

Today, you were setting up the Valentine's display, accompanied by a romantic novel spread, your favourite genre.

Pride and Prejudice, Jane Eyre, Paper Towns, Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist, among others placed on the display shelf surrounded by paper hearts and other sweet handmade decorations. While taking a step back to admire your work, you heard the bell on the front door chime.

"That's really pretty," the little girl from the other day said, her small voice floating up from behind you.

You turned, grinning as you placed your hands on your hips. "You think so? Does it captivate you?" you teased, wearing your pride openly.

"For sure," she nodded eagerly, her eyes wide with admiration. She pointed toward the rest of the store, her finger sweeping across the shelves and warm, earthy tones. "It stands out against all the brown."

Her observation made you chuckle softly, your heart swelling at her genuine excitement. She beamed at you, her approval feeling like the sweetest kind of validation.

"So did that book help at all with your worries?" you asked, turning to her. She nodded. "Some for sure. I'm too scared to assume high school would be so breezy." She chuckled.

"you looking for something new today?" you asked as you walked behind the counter. she hummed and glanced around. "I think maybe I'll browse. i have a greek mythology assignment for english class." she sighed, propping herself up against the counter.

"Oh! we have percy jackson in the fantasy section. id say its pretty helpful. a lot easier than a random article online or those lore videos on youtube. i read them when I was your age and got through the first book in two days." you watched her eyes light up and her posture totally shift.

"no way you have percy jackson? theres a girl in my class who brags about having the full collection in pristine condition but she wont let anyone borrow them." she smiled and rolled her eyes recounting the events of class. You giggled. "well you can totally borrow them from me, madilyn." you'd learned her name yesterday when she dropped by after school just to say hi and give you one of her moms freshly made oatmeal cookies. You secretly admitted to her they were your favourites even though anyone else would call you lame.

"okay! ill borrow the first one today." and with that she scurried off to the fantasy section.

The bell chimed, snapping your attention to the door, and there he was—standing in the warm light like some perfectly-timed scene from a romance novel. All tousled hair and soft confidence, Jungkook stepped inside with that familiar boyish grin, his hands once again tucked casually into the pockets of his leather jacket. You could feel your stomach flutter in that annoyingly pleasant way it always did when he showed up unannounced.

“Hey,” he said, his voice like warm honey.

“Hey,” you echoed, trying to keep your smile steady. “How’d your mom like Riders of the Purple Sage?”

“She loved it, actually,” he said, the corners of his mouth lifting just a little more. “But... I’m here for you.”

You blinked. Froze. Your breath caught halfway in your throat.

“I thought I’d get you something, as a thank-you,” he continued casually, placing a small box on the counter between you. “Since you nailed the recommendation and made me look like the perfect son.”

“Whoa, you totally didn’t have to.” Your voice wavered, flustered despite your best efforts to stay grounded. “It’s my job to recommend books. It was a total shot in the dark.”

He shrugged like it was nothing, but his eyes watched you carefully, like he was looking for a reaction. You hated that he flustered you so easily. Or maybe you loved it, just a little.

You reached for the box with hesitant fingers, a tiny part of you bracing for the butterflies to riot again. Inside were the most adorable earrings—miniature wooden Russian dolls, hand-painted in soft pinks and reds, delicate and quirky.

Your heart melted instantly.

“No way,” you breathed out a small, delighted gasp. “These are so cool!”

He chuckled, and your eyes flicked to him in time to catch the way his smile softened, like your happiness was exactly what he’d hoped for.

“I couldn’t find any like the ones you wore last week,” he said, “those jam jar ones? But I figured these were still your style.”

You wore wacky jewelry all the time. Little statement pieces that sparked conversation—like the clumsy university student had said when he’d pointed out your strawberry jam earrings a few days ago. It was your way of keeping the world whimsical.

You were already pulling your current earrings off and slipping the new ones on. “They’re awesome, thank you so much! How do they look?”

“Pretty,” he said, simple and certain—his voice dipped in syrup.

A blush bloomed hot across your cheeks like wildfire. You bowed your head, smiling at the floor, trying to calm the sudden thudding in your chest.

“Seriously, no more gifts,” you said quietly, heart skipping.

He rolled his eyes playfully and backed away like he always did—reluctantly. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”

And then he was gone, the bell chiming behind him, leaving your bookshop quiet but your heart anything but.

he brough you a gift. earrings. and it was thoughtful not just him showing off money. oh you swear your heart swelled two sizes.

“Who was that?” Madilyn’s voice piped up from behind a shelf, her head peeking out as she struggled to carry a wobbling stack of Percy Jackson books in her arms like a tiny librarian-in-training.

“Oh, just the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen,” you sighed dreamily, resting your chin in your hand as your gaze lingered on the door he’d just walked out of. The bell had long stopped chiming, but it was still echoing in your mind.

“I can agree with that, is he your boyfriend?” she nodded solemnly, stepping carefully toward the counter and dumping the books in a dramatic thud that pulled you back into reality.

You straightened, cheeks still tingling with the blush he’d left behind. “No,” you chuckled, shaking your head as you tucked your hair behind your ear, “he’s not my boyfriend.”

“But he got you earrings?” she said, raising one very judgmental tween eyebrow.

You turned your head to show her, lifting your hair to reveal the tiny painted wooden dolls dangling from your earlobes.

“Oh, he definitely likes you,” she declared with the certainty of someone who had seen one too many high school dramas.

You let out a laugh, scoffing at the ridiculous idea. “Please. Did you see him? He’s a total stud. Leather jacket, perfect jawline, unfair hair... He’d never go for someone like me.”

Madilyn tilted her head, giving you the kind of look only a 13-year-old could get away with—equal parts sass and wisdom. “Never say never.”

Your heart fluttered a little, but you refused to give in. “You can’t check out more than three books at once, Madilyn,”

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A/n: gonna have the next part out tmr just to treat you guys since I've been gone so long lmao