#you ain't seen nothin' yet

[lisamariepresleyforever]

Lisa Marie Presley, "You Ain't Seen Nothin' Yet" directed by Dean Karr, 2012.

[frogshunnedshadows]

Disney-MGM Studios map description of The Great Movie Ride, 2002.

[moonage-gaydream]

BTO Moment

lesbian herstory archive button collection

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[jokingluna]

[knucklebl4rt]

leans on my cheap art tablet. may i introduce you fellows to my favourite ror2 ship of all time. a loader and her cargo rat. a stowaway and his handler. call that western freight

year old lines by @litebulbs-art, colours by me

[byanyan]

Just because you feel bad doesn't mean you get to ruin everyone else's day. Don't be such a brat byan.

ㅤㅤ" why not? no one ever cares when they're takin' it out on me. "ㅤthat doesn't make it right, and some part of them is aware of as much, but it's not fair. it's never been fair. of course they'd be the one to get caught. of course they'd be the one to catch shit. and here they'd thought the day couldn't get much worse.

ㅤㅤ" what makes you think you got any right t' lecture me, anyway? "ㅤthe heat in their voice intensifies, irritation growing the more they dwell on the chastising words. talked down to like a child. typical. lip curls back, and soon enough they're outright snarling.ㅤ" awful bold of ya to think i give a shit 'bout what some rando has t' say. must think real high of yourself to come in here 'n try to put me in a time out, huh? "

a scoff, mocking yet humourless, and byan finds themself all too tempted to punch something.

ㅤㅤ" takin' a bad day out on someone else makes me feel better, so you bet your ass i'm gonna keep doin' it. "ㅤit doesn't, really. but it does help to get some of the emotion out, to make it all less... overwhelming. where else are they supposed to put all their anger, anyway? if that energy doesn't get directed at someone else, it ends up directed at themself, and that always ends much worse than just ruining someone's day does. for them, at least.ㅤ" i'm gonna keep on doin' whatever i damn well please, fuck you very much. an' if it pisses you off? all the better. "

[she-elf4]

I have stories I started in the early 2000's that I still haven't finished. Some of them have never even been typed up. Some of them are older than AO3. A few of them are older than FF.net. I would like to publish them, even unfinished, but I'm not sure if they ever will see the light of day or not. Some of them are saved in a format that is now obsolete, so I have to dig up either a hand written or printed form if I ever want to work on them again.

I worry that I take too long to update my fanfic. That I still don't know how many chapters will have.

And then I find fanfics with these dates

And I feel a better.

[duckapus]

Since it's been a while since I wrote the posts for the original version of the Haltmann Meme Guardians AU, I figure I should explain what exactly Susie's plan is.

So the God Box fragment she got from TV Adware is slowly corrupting her while she's studying it, preying on her scientific curiosity and rivalry with E. Gadd to manipulate her into using it to create an Avatar & Guardian trio completely disconnected from the Admins, so it can take revenge on the group that destroyed it and usurp the Super Mario 64 universe's meme cycle for itself. It can't just create them on its own both because it's far weaker than when it was whole and full of dead universes, to the point where it can only manage a handful of small anti-memes like the mouse-based fragment in the Eggdog Corral, and because, as shown by Niles, it couldn't make a stable Guardian even if it was still intact.

Still, Susie doesn't really know anything about Avatars or SMGs beyond the general public knowledge of their existence and a few of their flashier abilities, and the information she'll find on the fragment when she's cleaning up its files won't get her there even if it will give her a good starting point because, again, Niles. And while she could probably figure it out on her own eventually, and did in the original version, there's a certain someone currently rotting in jail who knows more about the subject than anyone else not directly connected to the crew. Well, apart from Mr. L, but he's not exactly easy to track down. And given she's the president of an intergalactic megacorporation, legally getting one guy who nobody would even think is a threat anymore isn't exactly difficult.

This also gives Hal an actually good reason to be investigating the Haltmann Works Company (and eventually ending up captured and reprogrammed). After all, between his personal involvement in the original case and how similar the situation is to both Byte's escape and the Estrellas' release, he's not going to take the Goomba Who Sold the World getting bailed out and hired by a company once known for stripping entire star systems for parts sitting down.

[ourlordapollo]

I think im about to go Kristoph Krazy

[lisamariepresleyforever]

you ain't see nothin' yet, lisa marie presley, 2012.

[xnalux]

streamer!vi hcs

part 2 part 3

my first time writing hcs so

warnings: none, fem!reader

pictures are from pinterest and they're not mine

streamervi: her streamer name is @/vistandsforviolence

streamervi: her rooms is a fucking mess, the walls are filled with mishmash of posters, stickers and colorful doodles jinx drawn on the wall herself. The floor is a sea of tangled cables, snaking around piles of discarded energy drink cans, scattered notebooks filled with doodles and half-written to-do lists. Her bed is a disheveled mountain of blankets and pillows with one corner serving as a laundry basket for her favorite band tees and worn-out jeans. It 100% stinks in there.

streamervi: set up is even worse, her streaming equipment is scattered across every available surface: a webcam held together by duct tape and hope, a ring light that flickers with an eerie glow, and a microphone that's seen better days. The desk is a minefield of controllers, half-eaten snacks, and sticky notes with hastily scribbled gaming strategies.

streamervi: has the wors wifii, she would probably stream better from a cave in the middle of nowhere.

streamervi: if jinx is home when she is streaming, everytime vi leaves the stream to go to the bathroom or get some snacks, jinx run in her room and takes her place ''hello guys it's jinx again, the cooler sister here to reveal all the dark secrets of vi'' and it would end up with vi wrestling a screaming jinx out of her room ''SHE WET HER BED TILL MIDDLE SCHOOL''

streamervi: she plays dark souls sice she started streaming ad still hasn't finished it (probably destroyed 25 controllers playing it). Everytime she dies, which happens more often than she'd like to admit, she slams the controller down on the desk screaming ''I'm done with this shit man'' but dives back in the game thirthy seconds later with a "alright, Dark Souls, you think you've seen anger? you ain't seen nothin' yet!"

streamervi: she totally cried all her tears playing the last of us and has a crush on ellie always making comments throughout the gameplay ''man she is so hot'' ''look at those arms'' ''if she is not ellie i don't want her''. She giggled watching the dina and ellie couch scene ''get that girl ellie!'' and a second after when she got in a chasing part of the game she bacame an anxious mess ''i want to go back to banging on the couch, i want to go back to banging on the couch''

streamervi: hates horror games but the chat is always requesting them because her reaction are hilarious. Everytime she plays an horror game her hands get sweaty and she secretly lowers her headphones's volume because the soundtrack makes he anxious. She suddendly start reading the chat every two second just for an excuse to pause the game and end up bickering with them

@pinksmasherz ''guys she is scared shitless, she alredy paused 10 time and it's only been 15 minutes lmao''

''you know who was scared? your mom when she gave birth to you'' before literally jumping from her seat ten seconds after and close the game.

streamervi: totally posts thirst traps in her ig stories and brags about the numbers of girls who liked it during her streams. She shows the pictures to the chat and smirks ''bet you losers want to be me so bad''

@sapphicnightmare: ''delulu is the solulu''

@zaunfinest: ''bet she never had a girlfriend in her entire life #vstandsforvirgin''

@getjinxed: ''I'm her sister and i can confirm she is a loser and a virgin #vstandsforvirgin

''Powder get the fuck out of my stream or I'll tell vander you blew up the mcrowave again''

@getjinxed: ''#worstvirginsister

streamervi: who totally has a crush on you since you two got matched up playing valorant. vi was being her usual self, she started talking a mile a minute and cursing at the enemy team as she got more and more worked up. you found her endering so when she complimented you about a skilled heal ''Nice one!" you decied to turn on your mic ''thanks'' she suddendly got into gay panic as she heard your voice and ended up dying

Her chat went wild

@piltiegoth: "very smooth"

@Ekk0:"Looks like she's finally found someone who can shut her up!"

@zaunfinest: "she is totally blushing, what a loser"

@getjinxed: ''#vstandsforvirgin''

''not that hashtag again''

streamervi: who silently sends you a friend request as the game ended. You became a constant in her lives, she always askied you if you were up for a game together even tho her cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink, visible even through the webcam's glow every time you said something and she stumbled over her words, calling you "dude" one second and then switching to "bro" the next, as if trying to find the perfect term of endearment.

streamervi: when you two finally exchanged ig she was having dinner with powder and vander and almost choked staring at your picture. powder peeked to her screen from where she was seated next to her.

''who is @pixelprincess? wait isn't she that girl you always play valorant with during your streams? the one you've got a crush on?''

powder asked her munching over a chicked wing as vi got red faced

''i don't have a crush on her''

vi said but the words came out high pitched and totally fake

''yeah right, you always try to act cool when she is playing with you lowering your voice and shit, loser''

powder snikered as vi just got even more red and glared at her

''she is totally out of your league sis''

streamervi: who after months of pining after you (even the chat was tired of her loser crush on you) and powder threatening to reveal her baby naked pictures on the internet, finally asked you on a date. you met in a cafe downtown, she was so nervous she ended up talking the whole time and spilling her coffe all over the table. By the end of it she was sure you were going to block her as soon as you got home and never talk to her again. After she insisted to walk you home and you were standing in front of your home she took a deep breath.

''Listen I'm so sorry about the coffee. And the talking. And just… everything. I promise i'm usually not such a mess but i'll understand if you if you'll never want to see me again...''

she started rambling and only shut herself up when you planted a quick kiss in the middle of her cheek

''I liked it''

you smiled at her as her cheeks flushed and she brought a hand over the skin you just brushed with your lips.

''you liked it''

vi repeated as she stood stunned watching you nod your head, your pretty smile never leaving your face. And in that moment she knew she was a goner

streamervi: who the night after she kissed you for the first time, not a kiss on the cheek, not a peck but a proper kiss turned on her stream still high on dopamin from your date just to scream

''LESBIAN WON AGAIN!''

as she stood in front of her screen with her fist raised in the air and a stupid grin on her face.

''are u hearing this guys? sorry to break the news like this but i'm oficcially off the market ladies''

@sevikunt: ''she probably kidnapped her''

@viktorious: ''trolling''

@chadjayce: ''I refuse to live in a world where she actually get laid and i'm still single''

@pixelprincess: cute ♡

@getjinxed: FUCKING FINALLY

vi was staring at your message in the chat with a stupid lovesick grin on her face

@getjinxed: oh no she is even worse than before

[toxicanonymity]

needs

3.3k, joel miller x virgin f!reader

joel masterlist | miniseries masterlist

Summary: Joel wants to find a bed before you go all the way, but neither of you can wait that long.

A/N: Follows ✨ Fires (1.6, prologue), Aches (900), and Thoughts (1.6).

WARNINGS: I8+, big girthy age gap (20/50s), still only one sleeping bag, pining, c*ck hunger, fingering, grinding, masturbation, oral m receiving, cum eating, unsafe P in V, reluctantly pulling out, loss of virginity, pet names, praise, POV alternates, NO Y/N.

“God have mercy,” he mutters to himself.

He's gonna give it to ya good one day, but not yet. Not in a sleeping bag on the forest floor. Not yet. Not yet. Not yet, he tells himself . . . Your first time shouldn’t be like this. Shouldn’t be here. But god damn . . .  

-------

It’s all over your face. He’s never seen anything like it, the way you crave his cock. You shamelessly stare at his pants. His whole body, really. You were bad enough before you touched it, and it’s only gotten worse. You can’t focus, you can’t listen. It’s dangerous.  He should put a stop to this, take it away cold turkey. Sleep back-to-back. But you both have needs, and he's not gonna do that.

Joel feels like he might as well be a virgin himself, it's been so long for him. Frankly, he’s dying to put it in you just as much as you long to have it.  He’s been trying to wait until Jackson so he can do it somewhere safe, somewhere a little nicer, more comfortable. 

He wants to wait and make sure it's nice and special for you, but good lord, you’re makin' it hard. You make the sweetest little sounds when he touches you, and even when he doesn’t, like in your sleep. You ask him things like, “doesn’t sex feel better than hands?” He tells you half-truths, like “not always.” Of course it would with you.  Of course it would.

-

You’re in the forest. With dusk approaching, you're just about to set up camp while there's still light. Joel is taking a leak at the edge of a small clearing, calculating mileage in his head, counting down the days ‘til you should get there. His back could use a real bed, too.  He's shaking his dick dry and a twig snaps behind him. His head whips around and he reaches for his gun. 

It’s you. God damnit, he could’ve killed you. 

“Can I see it?” you ask. 

“What the hell are ya doin’ over here?”

“I just wanna see it.” You look down toward his jeans. “Can I?” 

It’s fair that you’re curious, he knows that. You mentioned it the night before with your hand wrapped around it, I wanna see it, really see it, I bet it’s good looking. You’ve only felt it at night and caught glimpses in the moonlight. At the time, he mindlessly reassured you, you’ll see it, baby, you'll see my cock, and he should’ve known you’d spring this on him.

“Not now,” he mutters, trying to calm his heart rate.  “Can ya gimme a second, honey?” 

“Okay.”  He can hear the sadness, practically see the disappointment on your face. God damnit. He tucks himself away and zips up. You're only about eight feet away.  “Now?”

“No.  Ain’t nothin’ to see right now.” You probably don’t realize what a big difference it can make. 

“What do you mean”

“Just trust me, it ain't how ya wanna see it.” 

“Why?" 

“Cause it ain’t as. . .”

“Ain’t as what?”

“Nothin’, baby. Just not the right time.”

“Better if we’re close together, right?” You step closer. 

He closes his eyes, pinches the bridge of his nose, and takes a deep breath. “This ain’t the time or the place, honey.” 

When he looks at you again, your face has fallen, and you mumble, “K.” 

He puts a big, comforting hand on your shoulder and walks you back to where y'all are setting up camp. “When we find a bed, I’ll show ya. . .”  

"And when we find a bed," you repeat. Don't say it, don't say it, he prays to God you don't say it. "We can do it, right?" He doesn't answer. "You can put your cock inside me, right?"

Fuck, you're gonna drive this old man crazy. At least one of you needs your wits about you if you'll ever make it to Jackson. "We'll see," he sighs. 

After a moment of silence, your voice trembles as you ask, "We'll see? Why not yes?"

"Cause we ain't gonna make it there at this rate," he complains, then sighs with instant regret. "I'm sorry, honey. But you gotta try to knock it off with this stuff."

You swallow and your eyes glimmer. "Sorry," you whisper. 

He turns away to adjust himself, then sits down on the ground, leaning back against a log and extends an arm for you. "S'okay, c'mere."

You sit on the ground next to him. He squeezes your shoulder and changes the topic to twenty questions. 

——

He’s nicer at night. He’s nice in the day, too, mostly.  Once in a while, you can tell you’re annoying him, and you feel bad.  If only he knew how many times you thought about it and didn't say something, he’d appreciate your efforts. It’s practically all you think about. It’s even worse now that you feel it in your hand every night, but the last thing you want is for that to stop. 

You had been thinking about it all day when you finally asked what you thought was an easy request – if you could just see it, just a glimpse while he already had it out anyway. 

Even if you don’t get to see it, at least it’s easy enough to recall what it feels like.  Smooth, warm, and stiff. Soft veins, tiny wrinkles. A leaking slit. 

—--

“Can I taste it?” you ask one night with your little fist wrapped around his shaft. 

He groans quietly. “Yeah, you wanna taste it?”

“Yeah,” you whisper, your hand sticky with the lube of your own slick, a bead of precum under your thumb. You smear the precum and let go of his hard cock, making it slap against his stomach.  You take your thumb into your mouth and hum, “Mmm,” at the salty taste. 

“Whatcha think,” he whispers breathily. 

“Can I have your cock in my mouth?”

“Oh, baby, ‘course ya can.” The zipper of the sleeping bag jingles, then you hear the satisfying zzz as it unzips.  He folds it down and you get up on your knees. You bend at the hip and don't waste a second. You wrap your thumb and forefinger around the base, trying and failing to make your digits touch. 

Then, your lips wrap around the head.  He inhales sharply through his teeth.

“Did I hurt you?” you ask.

“God no, honey. Go ‘head, taste it all ya want.”  

 You curiously tongue the slit and suck for more. 

“Oh god damn,” he breathes.

You lick around it under the crown and you’re salivating. 

He wraps his hand around yours and moves it up and down, then leaves you be. “Use your spit, honey.” You let it dribble out of your mouth and onto his tip and catch it in your fist. You kitten lick the shaft, tasting your own tang, and letting your saliva fall out of your mouth as it accumulates, occasionally sliding the open ring of your finger and thumb up and down but mostly forgetting because you’re so focused on it in your mouth.

“Ya like that, sweetie? ya like how we taste?” You take a couple inches into your mouth then suck a little more of it in. It twitches against your tongue. The biggest vein throbs. 

“Alright, baby,” he pants and takes it from you. He urgently pulls up his own shirt, slides his hand a few times, then comes with a groan, his voice and pulsing manhood making you ache with need, even though he already made you come. You stay there on your knees.  In the dim moonlight, you watch his tummy rise and fall with the shiny trail leading to, and pooling in, his navel. 

“Can I taste that, too?” you ask. 

“Yeah,” he nods. 

You dip your tongue in the trail below his navel. It’s thicker, headier, saltier than the precum.  It’s not every day you get to taste something new. It’s not often at all. It's delicious.

“Like it,” you whisper.

“Yeah? take all ya want.” 

You lick and seal your lips as you suck it up. You pause to pluck a hair from your mouth, then continue to his navel. You dip your tongue in and his stomach flexes abruptly. You take your mouth off and pause. “Sorry,” you whisper.

“Nothin’ to be sorry ‘bout.” 

You tongue his navel, then suck, and he inhales a chest full of air as you do it, his stomach rising into your lips. You lick up every drop. 

“Good girl,” he sighs and  cups your cheek. “Such a good girl," he sighs.

—

All day you think about it in your mouth, in your hand, resting hard against your back, between your thighs. You imagine it all over your body. Doesn’t matter if he’s pressing it up against your hip or resting it in the crook of your elbow, God, you just want to feel it somewhere. You try not to think about it inside you too much because that makes you want it so bad, you could cry. Like really cry.

It’s not a want. It's a need.  You see it happening everywhere you look. You see a tree, and you imagine him sitting on the forest floor against it, holding his cock at attention, ready for you to sit on it.  You see another tree and he’s pinning you up against it with your legs wrapped around him, jeans pulled down under his ass as he rails you. You see a patch of moss and cluster of ferns that would be a nice pillow with him on top of you.

You think about it, and you dream about it, too. You can’t help that. He starts wearing jeans to sleep, and you can’t feel the shape of him quite as well against you, but it doesn’t matter. The fact that it’s there and it’s hard is enough to drive you mad. Even after he gets you off, it's bound to come back at some point in the night. Worst case scenario, you lose sleep over it. Best case, it works its way into your dreams.

----

One night, you're moaning in your sleep again, and Joel can hardly take it. His cock is painfully stiff and the strain against his jeans makes him ache. His hips press into you on their own; he can't stop them. All he can do is take off his jeans in hopes that being free of the rigid confines will lend some relief.  He was wearing them as an extra layer between the two of you for this exact scenario, but he can no longer bear it.

On one hand, he’s taking precautions, like keeping his jeans on.  But on the other hand, in the heat of the moment, when he’s touching you, he’s taking measures to prepare you, and to see how ready you are. Lately, he scissors his fingers, inserts three to see how you take it.  “Good girl, that’s real good,  honey.” He curls them inside you, “Ohhh, baby, you’re takin’ this real good.”

God, he wants a bed for this. You deserve a fuckin' mattress at the very least. He’s gotta wait. And yet now he finds himself taking off his jeans. He carefully removes them without waking you up. He lies there with his fist around his cock for a minute, still in his boxers, doing nothing but softly squeezing, as if that’ll make it go away.  Then he resigns himself to the magnetism of your body.  He curves his form around yours again and silently sighs as the hardness in his boxers rests against you and he wraps you in a hug. He manages not to thrust against your ass, but in no time, you're pushing yourself back against him. "Joel," you mumble in your sleep. 

"God have mercy," he mutters to himself. 

He's gonna give it to ya good one day, but not yet. Not in a sleeping bag on the forest floor. Not yet. . . not yet. . . not yet, he tells himself, taking deep calming breaths. Your first time shouldn’t be like this. Shouldn’t be here. But god damn he wants to take that tight little hole.  

"Joel,” you whine and push back on him again. He can't stand it. He really can't. He has to wake you up.

He whispers, "Whatcha dreamin 'bout, sweetie?" then feels your breathing change. 

When you blink awake, your hips are slowly moving, pushing your ass back into Joel's hard cock until you stop yourself. 

"Sorry," you mumble. "Did I wake you up?" The sweet sound of your voice isn’t helping.

"Don't be sorry, baby," he murmurs into your hair. 

"I dunno how to stop it," you whisper. "I'm sorry."

"Nothin' to be sorry 'bout, baby doll." He hugs you tight. “Don’t be embarrassed.” His cock swells harder against you. He whispers in your ear, "They want each other real bad, that's all." 

"I know." 

"Have a good dream?"

You sigh. “Yeah.”

“‘bout what?”

“I dunno if you wanna hear it,” you tell him. Fair enough, he's told you to knock it off, after all. 

“Sure I do, honey. Was it you and me?”

“Yeah,” you wedge your hand between your legs. 

"You want a hand?"  

“Yeah.”

“What’d ya dream?” he asks as he reaches into your panties. "God damn," he whispers. You're soaked, swollen, and your clit is throbbing against his hand. "Poor thing." He thrusts his hardness against your ass.  "No wonder you're tryin' to get at this, huh?" 

You're quiet. 

"No wonder ya can't stop thinkin' ‘bout it." He thrusts against you again and moans softly. "What'd ya dream, baby?"

“It was. . .” you can hardly form words thinking about it. It was so vivid, so real. “We were right here, like this.” 

“Yeah?” He uses your ample moisture to lightly rub your clit. 

He begins to make peace with himself that this might happen before he wants. He hooks his fingers into your panties. “Let’s take these off for a lil bit, hmm? Let her breathe.” 

“Okay.”  You bend your knees as he pulls your soaked panties down. 

—-

"We were right here like this, in the dream?" He repeats. 

“You took it out of your pants,” you whisper. He moans softly, takes his hand away, and jostles behind you. Then you feel his naked cock against your skin. Your breath hitches and you whimper at the contact.  He returns his hand between your legs and lazily circles your clit, pressing his naked dick against you.

"Took it out like this?" He asks soft and deep.

"Yeah," 

He thrusts against you and whispers in your ear, "Then what?"

"You put it between my legs." 

He inhales sharply then wedges his cock between your thighs, shuddering as he slides it forward along your dripping seam and the head meets his fingers on your clit. 

You tilt your hips and he whispers, "Oh, baby. Like this?"

"No, you put it inside," you whisper. 

Joel's breath hitches and he twitches against your heat. You moan. He slides slowly through your folds to your clit and back. He tries to slow down and think it over, but there are no thoughts, just his stiff, aching cock and your tight little pussy begging for it.

——

“Will you do that,” you ask, looking over your shoulder but not enough to meet his eyes. 

Joel takes a deep breath. “You think I should? Don’t wanna wait for a bed?” He thrusts in small pulses. “Just a few days, baby.”

“They wanna be together real bad,” you whisper. “how they’re meant to be," you remind him.  

Joel groans at your words. “I know, baby doll.” He takes a deep breath. “How’d it feel in your dream?”

“Full, really full,” you tell him, then sigh. “Felt so big.’

“Ohh, fuck,” Joel breathes into your hair and slides his cock against you, wet and stiff.

“It was like I was hugging you with my, um,” you say, then swallow and tilt your hips. "Hugging it."

“God damn,” he sighs. He pulls his cock back, and as he slides it forward again, it catches at your entrance. You spread your thighs ever so slightly. “You sure ‘bout this,” he confirms, and uses the hand between your legs to nestle his tip just inside. You gasp. 

“Yeah,” you nod. “Yes, please. Joel, please,” you whine. You push back on him with a small grunt, stretching yourself open on his tip. 

“Oh god, baby,” he sighs, then he holds you still and slowly pushes himself inside with a quiet groan muffled by your hair. “Fuck, you’re–ohh, you’re tight.”  You gasp as his girth parts your walls and your body makes room for him.  “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you nod urgently, and he twitches inside you. 

You shiver with pleasure as he pushes further and sighs, “Oh, baby.” 

“Joel,” you whine, “its so big”

“Too big?”

“No,” you reassure him. “I want it.”

He pushes the rest of himself in until his pelvis is flush. He breathes heavily and mutters, “fuck.”

You moan and push back on him. “s’perfect,” you whine.

“you like havin’ me in here?”

“I love it,” you say. 

“As much as the dream?”

“More than the dream.”

“What happened next?” he asks

“Then you it moved like you do in my hand.”

“Yeah,” he begins to rock his hips, his thick cock dragging inside you. “Like this?”

“nnngghh–yeah,” you nod then gasp as you're filled by his length again. “ohhh,” you moan. "And then you came inside—”

He groans, then pants as he’s moving inside you, “Ohh fuck, sweetie I can’t—ohh, I can’t do that, uggghh–god damn.”

“Felt so good, like a massage”

“Ohh, baby, please don’t–”

“And warm”

“Fuck,” he breathes and covers your mouth with his free hand, bicep flexing under your neck as he does it. No way he’s gonna last with you talking like that. 

He begins to slowly move again and you whimper.  You’re right, it is like you’re hugging him. You’re so tight and wet for him, taking his cock so good. 

"Good girl," he whispers, burying his length in you every second or so, only pulling back halfway each time. 

"Such a good girl, wantin' my cock so bad." He moans. "Waitin' all this time—uggh." You push your hips back to meet his thrusts. "That's my girl, takin' me so good," his next thrust is harder and you moan. "Yeah, just like that," he breathes.  His hand teases your clit as he fucks you. You whimper and he repeats, "just like that," his voice shakier, his breath heavier on your ear, “yeah.”

You moan into his hand, and his fingers circle your clit. “C’mon, baby,” he pants. “Gonna come on my cock?” You nod and hum your agreement. “Better do it now, then, you can do it.”

You let go and your clit pulses madly, your walls clench down on him. It feels so good, your eyes well up in tears.

“Ohh, baby,” he sighs, and suddenly pulls out. He replaces his cock with two fingers that your cunt begins to hug. “Such a good girl, squeezin’ my fingers.”  

His aching arousal presses against your ass, and he humps against you as he fingers you. “Ohh, yea--ohhhh.” His cock begins to pulse, spreading a silky warmth across your skin. He moans and sighs as you finish coming on his fingers and his balls empty. 

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He uses a shirt of his to clean you up. As his breathing calms down, he hears you sniffling. “Hey, hey, you okay, sweetie?”

You’re fine, more than fine, but you can’t talk.

“Shit,” he mutters to himself when you don’t answer.  He peeks over your side, gently stroking your arm. “Hey, c’mere, talk to me, sweetie.”  You turn around and face him.  “You okay, honey?”

You nod and smile at him with watery eyes.

His brows knit as he finishes catching his breath.  He kisses you on the forehead and wraps you in a hug. You sniffle again and he speaks into your hair. “I know that was a big deal for you, baby.”  He pulls his head back and tilts your chin up. “It was big for me too, okay?” You nod.  He reads your eyes, then presses his lips into yours. He reads your face again, then repeats the kiss and you kiss him back. He kisses you on the forehead and holds you, stroking your head. You fall asleep holding each other face-to-face.

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[nuyhado3o]

My tempo

Bang Chang x afab!reader

Warnings: SMUTTT!!!!MDNI!!!!, manhandling, hair pulling, MANHANDLINGG, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it yall), Chan has his tempo and he is serious abt it.

Summary: You wait backstage after your boyfriend Chris's incredible concert. Your intense attraction leads to a passionate and steamy encounter in a dressing room. Your connection promises more fiery moments in the future.

As the pulsating beats of the final song reverberated through the packed arena, You stood backstage, your heart racing with anticipation. She was the girlfriend of Chris, the charismatic and wildly popular idol who had just delivered an electrifying performance. The crowd's roars of approval echoed in your ears, but your focus was solely on the man who owned her heart.

Your eyes scanned the stage, searching for Chris amidst the chaos of the crew dismantling the set. Finally, you spotted him, his tall, muscular frame striding towards the wings with an air of confidence and raw energy. His dark hair was slick with sweat, and his piercing gaze scanned the backstage area until it landed on you. A devilish smile curved his lips as he approached, his eyes holding a promise of pleasure and passion.

"You were incredible out there," you whispered, your voice hoarse with desire. Chris's performance had been nothing short of mesmerizing, his powerful vocals and hypnotic stage presence captivating thousands of adoring fans. But now, you wanted him all to yourself.

Chris chuckled, his deep laugh sending shivers down your spine. "Baby, you ain't seen nothin' yet," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly. "I've been waiting all night to have you alone."

Without warning, he grabbed you by the waist, his strong hands possessive and demanding. You gasped as he lifted you effortlessly, your legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. The rough fabric of his jeans brushed against your inner thighs, igniting a fire deep within your core.

"Chris, put me down," you protested weakly, even as your body betrayed you, craving his touch. He laughed again, his breath hot on your neck, and carried you towards an empty dressing room, his strides purposeful and determined.

The door slammed shut behind you, the sudden silence broken only by their heavy breathing. Chris pinned you against the wall, his body caging you in, and claimed your lips in a fierce, hungry kiss. You tasted the salt of his sweat and the sweetness of his desire as his tongue invaded your mouth, demanding submission.

You moaned into his mouth, your hands gripping his broad shoulders, nails digging into his skin. You could feel his erection, hard and insistent, pressing against your through their layers of clothing. Chris's kiss deepened, his tongue stuling with yours, and his hands roamed over your body, mapping your curves with urgency.

With a growl, he tore his mouth from yours and began to strip you, his fingers deftly unbuttoning your blouse. He peeled the fabric from your shoulders, exposing your lace bra and the swell of your breasts. "You're so fucking beautiful," he rasped, his eyes dark with desire.

Your cheeks flushed with pleasure at his words, your nipples hardening beneath the thin lace. Chris's hands cupped your breasts, thumbs brushing over your sensitive peaks, eliciting a soft gasp from you. He squeezed gently, rolling your nipples between his fingers, and you arched into his touch, craving more.

"Please, Chris," you begged, her voice breathless. "I need you."

He grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, you'll have me, baby. But first, I wanna hear you scream my name."

Chris lowered his head, his lips trailing hot kisses down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in your wake. He nipped at your sensitive skin, his teeth grazing gently, before sucking hard, marking you as his own. Your head fell back against the wall, your eyes fluttering shut as waves of pleasure washed over you.

His hands traveled lower, unzipping your skirt and pushing it down your hips, leaving you clad only in your lingerie. Chris's fingers traced the lace waistband of your panties, teasing you, before dipping beneath the fabric to find your wetness.

"So fucking wet," he growled, his voice thick with need. "You've been thinking about this all night, haven't you?"

You could only nod, your breath coming in short gasps as his fingers delved into your folds, stroking you clit with expert precision. He thrust two fingers inside you, his thumb circling your entrance, and you moaned, your hips thrusting forward, seeking more friction.

"That's it, baby, ride my hand," he encouraged, his breath hot against your ear. "But I wanna hear you beg for my cock."

Chris's fingers worked you relentlessly, his thumb rubbing your sweet spot with each thrust, driving her closer to the edge. Your body trembled, your knees weak, as you teetered on the precipice of orgasm.

"Please, Chris, I can't take it anymore," you pleaded, your voice hoarse. "Fuck me, please."

With a low, satisfied chuckle, Chris withdrew his hand, leaving your body throbbing with need. He stepped back, his eyes never leaving yours, and quickly shed his clothes, revealing his chiseled physique and the thick, throbbing length of his cock.

Your mouth went dry at the sight of him, your body aching to be filled. Chris grasped you by the waist and lifted you again, positioning you against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist.

"You ready for this?" he growled, his voice rough with desire.

You nodded, your eyes locked on his. "Yes, Chris, please."

With one swift thrust, he impaled you, filling you completely, his cock stretching you to the limit. You cried out, your head thrown back, as a mixture of pleasure and pain coursed through you. Chris's hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place, as he began to move, his hips snapping forward, driving into you with relentless force.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he grunted, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "Tight little pussy, made for my cock."

Your hands clutched at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as he pounded into you, his pace relentless. The sound of your bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with your heavy breathing and moans.

Chris leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear, his breath hot and ragged. "You like that, huh? My big dick pounding your sweet pussy?"

"Yes, Chris, yes," you panted, your body trembling with each thrust. "Harder, please, fuck me harder."

He obliged, his hands tightening on your thighs, his grip almost painful as he slammed into you, his cock hitting your sweet spot with each powerful stroke. Your orgasm built, a coiling tension in your core, as Chris's words and actions pushed you closer to the edge.

"That's it, baby, come for me," he urged, his voice hoarse. "Let me feel that tight pussy milking my cock."

His words were her undoing. Your body convulsed around him, your inner walls clenching and releasing as your orgasm crashed over you. You cried out, your head thrown back, your long hair cascading down your back. Chris continued to thrust through your climax, his pace never faltering, his own release building.

"Fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good," he groaned, his voice strained. "I'm gonna come, baby, gonna fill you up."

His words spurred you on, and Your body responded, your inner muscles clenching around him, milking his cock as he pumped his hot seed deep inside you. Chris's body stiffened, his hands gripping your thighs tightly, as he emptied himself into you, his breath coming in harsh gasps.

For a moment, you remained frozen, your bodies joined, hearts pounding in unison. Chris's forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling with yours, as you savored the aftermath of your passionate encounter.

"That was fucking incredible," he whispered, his voice hoarse with satisfaction. "You're amazing, baby."

You smiled, her body still buzzing with pleasure. "You're not so bad yourself, Mr. Superstar."

Chris chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You ain't seen nothin' yet.This is just the beginning."

As he gently lowered you to the floor, you knew that their night was far from over. Chris's insatiable desire and your own craving for his touch would fuel your passion, ensuring that this backstage encounter was just the first chapter in your steamy, erotic story.

[audrey-emeralds]

instagram au - jacob elordi x influencer!reader

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august 26, 2023

ynyln

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august 27, 2023

ynylntracks

@ynyln posted she is in Norway!!! Really interested to see who she is with. We will probably see her with @ynsfriend!

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jacobelordi

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trending #jacobelordigirlfriend

jacobcrushinmee

who is sheeeeee, aaaa is jacob off the market!!!!!!!

euphoria.freak223

yall calm down! it was just a story, they didn't do nothin 😒

comicallycassie

hey, she could be just a friend 🤷🏼‍♀️

perez-madeleine

Who are you all trying to fool? Didn't you hear the freaking SONG he put!!!!!!!!

booth.jocobfann

wait a second, just till I start tracking that umbrella's location

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september 2, 2023

ynyln

10,021 likes

ynyln When your bf recommends a book, you have to give it a shot

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booktokgirlyyy your boyfriend has got TASTE

sophviolets i need to finish reading this

clickbait-content1 bf as in boyfriend?

poetcrafts the snow in the mountains was melting, and bunny had been dead for several weeks before we came to understand the gravity of our situation

blossom.touch3s Omg y/n who is it

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september 22, 2023

ynyln

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october 3, 2023

celebritiestoday

3,214 likes

celebritiestoday Jacob Elordi was seen yesterday night with what appears to be his girlfriend. Her name is yet unknown, as is their relationship status. What are your thoughts, is this a new relationship for Euphoria actor or nothing serious?

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julesfromtheparty oh no, that is serious

dailyeuphoriafan and you all said his story was nothin, where you at now???

perez-madeleine I CALLED IT!

jelordi1stanns AH! NEW RELATIONSHIP

wendynotwilliams that's not sydney, right?

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elordijacobs until it's officially confirmed, i am staying quiet

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raw-euphoria-react @jacobelordi care to explain this 🧐

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trending #jacobelordigirlfriend

slimchanceswitcelebs that has to be THE girlfriend

marscitinzen jacob better say it out loud, otherwise, i ain't believing it

jacobsworkingeuphoria this relationship about to be public

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december 18, 2023

ynyln

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ynyln enjoying switzerland!

@ynsfriend1 @ynsfriend2 @ynsfriend3 @jacobelordi

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poetcrafts oh it must be beautiful in person!

fan.fanning ahhhhhh i'm sorry, what

popelordiculture JACOB IS TAGGED

fanofynyln321 girl, you think we wouldn't notice the tag

jacobcrushinmee omg! she is the girl from the storyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

nate.euphoria1923 pose if you two are dating 📸

ynylntracks SHE IS WITH NATE JACOBS

rosie.b.smith you were a secret for monthsss

mitchbitch she has got to be the girl from the paparazzi photos

chlooethecriminal girl we have seen you two before, internet NEVER FORGETS

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december 19, 2023

trending #jacobelordigirlfriend

stellamonroe not you people finding out who my girl yn is just now 😂

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jacob.elordifan283 i guess that means i am single 😔

[maicrowave]

for dan and phil fans 2023 was truly the year of "be careful what you wish for", here's to 2024 being the year of "you ain't seen nothin yet"

[lizes-posts]

Love under the stars

( warnings: light smut , fluff

Happy Valentine's for me )

Y/N and Jey Uso had been dating for months, their bond growing stronger despite the chaos of being WWE Superstars. Valentine’s Day had arrived, but with SmackDown scheduled, their time together was limited. That didn’t stop them from planning something special for each other.

After the show, exhausted but excited, Y/N led Jey to the backyard of their Airbnb, where she had set up a cozy picnic under the night sky. A soft blanket was spread out, fairy lights twinkled around them, and their favorite foods were arranged neatly. She had gone all out, putting together a personalized boo basket just for him—a fresh, name-brand snapback he’d been eyeing, a sleek new chain, his go-to cologne, and even Fa’apapa, his absolute favorite Samoan treat. It had taken some persuasion (and her self-proclaimed ‘favorite daughter-in-law’ privileges), but she had managed to get it just for him.

As she sat on the blanket, adjusting everything one last time, she heard footsteps approaching. Looking up, she spotted Jey walking toward her, a grin spreading across his face as he held a massive bouquet of roses in one hand and a boo basket of his own in the other.

"Damn, babe," he chuckled, taking in the sight. "You really outdid yourself."

Y/N smirked, tilting her head. "You ain't seen nothin' yet."

Jey settled beside her, handing her the basket filled with her favorite things—luxury skincare, her favorite snacks, a hoodie that smelled just like him, and a custom-made bracelet with their initials.

"You thought you were the only one with surprises?" he teased, his voice low and warm.

They laughed, shared bites of food, and talked under the stars, letting exhaustion melt away in each other's presence. But the way Jey’s eyes darkened every time she licked her lips or the way his fingers brushed her thigh a little too often told her there was another surprise in store.

"You know," Jey murmured, leaning in close, his lips ghosting over her ear, "I been thinkin’ about you all night. How good you looked out there in the ring, how bad I wanted to get my hands on you…"

Y/N smirked, her breath hitching as his fingers traced lazy circles on her thigh. "Oh yeah? And what exactly were you thinking, babe?" she teased, her voice dipping into something softer, sultrier.

Jey chuckled, low and deep, before pulling her into his lap, her legs naturally wrapping around his waist. His hands settled on her hips, thumbs stroking her sides as he gazed up at her. "That you drive me crazy, baby. The way you move, the way you look at me… You know what you do to me, right?"

Y/N shivered, feeling heat pool in her belly at his words. The night air was cool, but Jey’s body was warm, firm against hers. His lips brushed over her collarbone, trailing up to her jaw before stopping just shy of her lips. He was teasing her, waiting for her to break first.

"You’re talkin’ a lot," she whispered, rolling her hips against him, feeling the way his breath hitched. "Why don’t you show me?"

That was all it took.

Jey growled low in his throat before closing the space between them, claiming her lips with a kiss that was slow, deep, and filled with all the tension that had been building up between them. His grip tightened, one hand sliding up her back, the other palming her thigh as he pulled her closer, his tongue sweeping against hers in a way that made her toes curl.

Their picnic was long forgotten as heat built between them. The sound of the ocean in the distance, the soft glow of the fairy lights, and the privacy of the backyard only made it more intense.

Jey broke the kiss just enough to look at her, his forehead resting against hers. "You sure about this, baby?" he asked, his voice husky, full of need but also restraint.

Y/N bit her lip, her fingers tangling in his braids as she smirked. "I wouldn’t have gone through all this trouble if I wasn’t, babe."

That was all he needed to hear.

Jey stood effortlessly, lifting her into his arms. "C'mon, baby," he said, smirking as she gasped, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck. "I got one more surprise for you."

Carrying her inside, he pushed the door open, revealing a breathtaking sight—roses everywhere. Bouquets covered the countertops, petals scattered along the floor leading to the bedroom, and soft candlelight flickered, casting a warm glow across the room.

Y/N blinked, overwhelmed by the effort he had put into making this night special. "Jey…"

"You like it?" he murmured, setting her down gently. His hands never left her body, sliding up her waist, keeping her close.

"I love it," she whispered, looking up at him with nothing but adoration.

Jey smiled, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face before tilting her chin up. "Good. 'Cause I’m about to make you love it even more."

Before she could respond, his lips crashed against hers, the slow teasing from earlier replaced with raw hunger. His hands moved down, gripping the back of her thighs as he lifted her again, carrying her through the trail of petals straight to the bed.

The second her back hit the mattress, Jey was on her, kissing her like he had been starving for her all night. His lips traveled down her neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin, making her arch beneath him.

"You know what I was thinking about?" he murmured against her skin as his fingers worked to peel off her top. "How good you’d sound moaning my name."

Y/N’s breath hitched as he slipped the fabric over her head, his lips immediately trailing lower, kissing down the valley of her breasts before sucking a mark into her skin.

"Jey…" she gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

He hummed in approval, his hands roaming her body as if he was committing every inch of her to memory. His tongue flicked over her skin, teasing, tasting, before he finally met her gaze.

"Say it again," he commanded softly.

She did—over and over, in whispers, in moans, in gasping breaths as he worshipped her body beneath the dim candlelight.

Every touch, every whisper, every stolen breath felt like a promise—one of love, passion, and devotion. Jey took his time, making sure she felt every ounce of his love, his need, his worship.

And when they finally lay tangled together, the scent of roses lingering in the air, Jey held her close, pressing a soft kiss to her temple.

"Happy Valentine’s, baby," he murmured, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along her back.

Y/N smiled, nuzzling into his chest, feeling completely and utterly adored.

"Happy Valentine’s, my love."