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— sub!chris loves having his hands tied. . . tw: pegging

oh, he loves it.

chris loves having his hands tied behind his back as you mercilessly pound into him. loves the way you use his bound wrists like handlebars, holding him upright and dragging him back onto you every time he starts to fall forward. he’s nothing but a mess of moans and shaky breaths, barely able to hold himself up, completely at your mercy.

“who’s my good boy, hm?” you coo, your hips smacking against chris’s reddened ass, eliciting a whine from him. chris doesn’t even attempt to give you a verbal answer. absolutely pathetic. you deliver a harsh slap to the flesh of his thigh. “say it.” you snap.

“m-me! i—i’m your good boy!” chris sobs, his fingers twitching restlessly in your grip, opening and closing like he doesn’t know what to do with himself. because he doesn’t.

a dark chuckle leaves your lips at his agreement, and you give him a particularly deep thrust, snapping your hips forward.

a sheen of sweat glistens on your brow, reflecting the rough pace you’d set as you slam into him. your grip tightens around his bound wrists, and you’re sure he’ll have slight bruises by tomorrow.

“God, you’d let me keep you like this forever, wouldn’t you?” you chide, tone cruel and teasing. chris nods frantically, voice barely above a whiny whisper, “yes! yesyesyes—“

chris cranes his head back to get a glimpse of you and he could almost cum right then and there as he sees you. you see the hot tears dripping down his cheeks, eyes glossy and jaw fallen slack. “such a good little slut for me.” your purr, removing your hand from his wrists momentarily to press down on his back, deepening his arch.

your hand finds his wrists again, fingers curling tightly around them. you use your grip to stabilize yourself as you start thrusting your hips forward even harder. the new angle from chris’s deepened arch allows you to hit his prostate dead-on, and a loud cry rips through him.

“fuck, you’re so easy…all it takes is a little somethin’ right there and you’re fallin’ apart, hm?” you tease, your tone nothing but mocking. chris’s hands twitch in your grip, his mind clouding up. all he can think about is the overwhelming waves of pleasure you’re sending through him with each deep thrust.

“pl-please, mama! don’t—don’t stop!” chris pleads loudly, hiccuping and choking on his own pathetic sobs. “gonna cum, baby? look at you…all dumb for me. is mama’s cock that good, baby?” you coo, referring to your pink strap brutally sliding in and out of him.

chris nods vigorously. “please! cum—wanna cum, mama!” he whines desperately.

chris is already incredibly close to the edge, the pleasure becoming too much for him, but he knows better than to let go without your permission. “oh, but, you sound so pretty when you beg. makes me wanna keep you like this just a little longer…” you smirk, eyes gleaming with amusement as he whines for more.

“no—please, i’ve been good! i swear—please let me—i need it, i need—” he cuts himself off with a loud, whiny moan. his thighs are trembling, his voice cracking a little as he tries to stay still. he’s teary-eyed and flushed, fingers flexing behind his back, desperate for some kind of mercy.

“cum for me, baby. let me hear how pretty you sound when i ruin you.”

and chris swears the world stops spinning. the only thing clouding his mind is the blissful, euphoric feeling that crashes through him. his orgasm hits him like a freight train, his body spasming and sobs slipping from his swollen lips. his cum spurts onto the black, silky bedsheets beneath him, painting the dark bedding white.

his body goes limp, completely spent and trembling, breath hitching as you gently ease your grip on his bound wrists and pull out of his spent, stretched hole. he collapses forward with a soft, broken whimper, arms still tied behind his back, cheek pressed to the sheets as he tries to catch his breath.

you trail your fingers down the curve of his spine, slow and soothing now, a sharp contrast to the way you’d just ruined him. “you did so good for me, sweet boy,” you murmur, voice honey-sweet as you lean down to press a kiss between his shoulder blades. “such a perfect little thing.”

chris just nods weakly, lips parted and eyes fluttering shut, too wrecked to speak—but the dazed smile tugging at his swollen lips says everything.

author’s note. . . HII okay so LMAO this idea is ALSO from bae @strnilolover cause her mind is just too good!!

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— taking sub!matt to spencers. . .

you’re already holding his hand when you drag him into the store, all sweet smiles and innocent humming like this is just another casual mall detour. matt doesn’t think much of it at first—he follows behind you like always, fingertips brushing yours—trusting, relaxed. until you start weaving through the racks of graphic tees, spongebob bongs, and lewd joke mugs and he starts realizing something’s off.

he tugs lightly at your hand. “uh. what is this place?”

you glance back with a little shrug, all casual. “just a fun store.”

he furrows his brows but doesn’t question it—yet.

and then you start heading toward the back.

the shelves get darker. more…specific. and matt, being sweet, oblivious matt, doesn’t catch on immediately. not until you reach that aisle. not until he sees it.

his steps slow so suddenly that you feel the tension shoot through your arm before you even turn to look at him. he’s frozen, staring at the wall like it personally offended him. rows of vibrators, plugs, harnesses, restraints, things in shiny boxes with barely-censored pictures on the front. and you swear you can actually hear his breath hitch.

“what’s wrong, baby?” you ask, even though you already know. the little edge in your voice makes him squirm even more.

he doesn’t answer. he just shifts his weight, wide eyes flicking from the display to the floor like he’s trying to pretend he didn’t see what he just saw. but the red starting to creep up his neck betrays him.

“i thought this was like…a t-shirt store,” he mutters, already sounding flustered.

you hum, stepping closer, lowering your voice just a little. “it is. and a little more.”

he practically chokes when you lean in close enough for your breath to hit his ear. “but you’re already blushing, baby. barely even looked at anything.”

he goes still, like he’s trying to stay calm. like that’ll somehow help. but it only makes things worse, because now he’s fully aware of what’s around him—and how you’re looking at him. like you’re hungry. like you planned this. like you’ve been waiting for the exact moment his composure would crack.

you can practically see his brain short-circuiting when you grab a little black basket and start walking again.

“come on,” you say softly, “i want you to pick something.”

he blinks. “w-what?”

“pick something, sweet boy. for me to use on you.”

the way he freezes in place again? priceless.

you pretend not to notice, scanning the shelves like you’re picking out snacks at the gas station. like this is normal. meanwhile, he’s behind you trying not to combust.

“i—i don’t know what any of this even is—” he stammers.

“that’s okay,” you purr, glancing over your shoulder. “i’ll help.”

his breathing gets uneven. and it’s so obvious what he keeps glancing at—that shelf near the bottom, where a few boxes of vibrating plugs are lined up in neat little rows, all labeled with bright letters and bold promises.

he looks at you, then the shelf, then away again. and again. and again. like his eyes are betraying him. like he’s fighting himself and losing.

you tilt your head. “that one caught your eye.”

“n-no,” he says quickly. too quickly.

you smirk. “you sure? ‘cause the way you’re squirming says otherwise.”

and he is squirming, shifting on his feet, pressing his thighs together ever so slightly like he doesn’t know what to do with himself. your eyes shift down to his tensing thighs, then a little higher. you fixate your gaze on the pathetic bulge in his jeans. he bites his lip, eyes darting everywhere except to yours.

you wait.

you know he wants this—he just doesn’t know how to admit it yet.

“pick one, matt,” you say softly, but firmly. “something you want. something you want me to use on you.”

he hesitates. swallows hard. and with the most adorable, embarrassed expression, he slowly reaches for one of the boxes. his fingers tremble as he picks it up and holds it out to you, not meeting your eyes.

you take it from him without a word, dropping it into the basket like it’s no big deal. like you’re not mentally bookmarking every inch of that reaction to tease him with later.

“good boy,” you murmur, brushing your hand down his arm, watching him try not to melt under the praise.

his face is bright red now. cherry popsicle red. and his silence says everything—he’s already imagining what it’s gonna feel like. what you’re gonna do to him. and that little box in your basket just became his biggest secret…and yours to expose whenever you want.

author’s note . . . HI! queen @strnilolover gave me this idea 🙏 not my usual smut but something to post while i do write smut! next up is sub!chris (pegging)

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🖤 — introducing . . . draculaura!reader (drac)

!¡ paired with clawd!chris

!¡ salvatore by lana del rey. a vampire who doesn’t drink blood—substitutes it with tomato juice. loves pink and black and has a soft spot for chris. always playful and bubbly. flirty but innocent. enjoys baking and fashion. sweet and caring but can be mischievous. makes everything feel fun and lighthearted especially when she’s with chris. loves how submissive chris can be. seems sweet but in the bedroom she’s a whole different person…

!¡ author’s note . . . OMG. i’ve had this idea for a while and just never actually acted on it but HERE WE ARE!!! pleeease ask questions and stuff about them :) i hope you guys like this! also i changed monster high to a university for this au!

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🤎 — introducing . . . clawd!chris

!¡ paired with draculaura!reader

!¡ body electric by lana del rey. werewolf. confident and flirty but soft just for you. shows off around others but listens to every word you say. always close, always protective. loves when you take control. keeps tomato juice stocked just for you. calls you his vampire girl. gets jealous but never angry. secretly obsessed with making you proud. worships the ground you walk on.

!¡ author’s note . . . OMG. i’ve had this idea for a while and just never actually acted on it but HERE WE ARE!!! pleeease ask questions and stuff about them :) i hope you guys like this! also i changed monster high to a university for this au!

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introducing. . .skater!chris X skater!reader !

╰┈➤ SKATER!CHRIS. . .

¡! ❛ i can’t fix each and all your problems, you can reach me if you wanna stay up tonight—stay up at night. ❜ 3 nights, dominic fike.

¡! city dealer. rebellious. hot-tempered. soda and weed all day. black and red taped up skateboard. charming. possessive. lowk toxic. impulsive. vulnerable (deep down). “tough guy”. stubborn. passionate. silver chains. rap music. backwards hats and beanies. baggy jeans. confident. “y’know love’s not really my thing. but, whatever this shit is with you? yeah, not lettin’ that go.”

╰┈➤ SKATER!READER (NOVA). . .

¡! ❛ all the yellin’ and kissin’ and fightin’, we never could see eye to eye. ❜ BOYSHIT, madison beer.

¡! academic weapon. best female skater around. confident. also lowk toxic. fiery. guarded. stubborn. witty. street smart and book smart. black and purple skateboard—stars all over it. energy drinks all day. observant. sarcastic. graphic tees. custom sneakers. retro sunglasses. r&b + madison beer. “life’s easier when you stop trying to control everything. just go with it.”

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FLAWLESS, the neighbourhood.

❛ but i just can’t wait for love to destroy us, i

just cant wait for love. ❜

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𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬!𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 & 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

matt’s world is cold.

full of quiet threats and louder consequences, of tailored suits, locked drawers, and loyalty measured in blood. he’s not the kind of man people say no to. not the kind of man who asks twice. and yet—he’s always soft-spoken around you.

you, with your daisy-printed apron and the way you hum while arranging centerpieces. you, who always have dirt under your nails and petals tangled in your hair. you, who offer him a smile every time he walks in like you don’t notice the gun peeking out from under his coat. because you don’t.

you think he’s just some rich guy who likes flowers.

he lets you think that.

because even though matt has entire cities that answer to him, it’s your tiny flower shop that makes him feel like a person again. not a boss. not a name whispered in fear. just matt.

you call him “matt,” too. never “sir.” never “boss.” never the name that makes grown men flinch. because why would you? you had no clue. and god, he likes that. likes the way you speak to him like you’re not afraid, like he’s just some regular guy buying flowers.

he buys them every week. sometimes roses, sometimes tulips. once, a bouquet of wildflowers that didn’t match him at all.

you had smiled extra wide that day. he’s never forgotten.

you don’t know what he does. but, you don’t need to. and he’s never told you—mostly because he doesn’t want to see the light in your eyes go out. and you wouldn’t dare pry.

but matt’s protective. possessive, even. makes sure no one bothers your shop. has a guy park across the street every night “just in case.” he doesn’t touch you outside the bedroom, not really—just brushes of hands when you pass him the bouquet, a palm on your lower back when it’s crowded. but his eyes are always on you.

you don’t notice the way he looks at you. or maybe you do, but pretend not to. either way, you’re the only softness in his life. the only peace in the storm.

and he’d burn cities to keep it that way.

author’s note . . . GUYSSS!! i really love them already.

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💐 — introducing . . . innocent!florist!reader (petal)

!¡ paired with mafiaboss!matt

!¡ old money by lana del rey. 22. owns a flower shop called the bloom room. has an orange boy cat named marmalade. soft sweaters and stained fingers. sunshine in human form. has no idea who or what matt really is. thinks he’s just quiet, not really that dangerous. sings to flowers. always offers a discount. smells like vanilla and lavender. gentle hands and open heart. way too trusting—that’ll get you in trouble someday. always asks matt how his day was. brings him pastries you baked yourself. doesn’t understand the weight behind his stares. wouldn’t hurt a fly, but unknowingly owns the heart of a man who hurts for a living. “i just think the world could use more kindness.”

!¡ together, they're — ultraviolence by lana del rey. beauty and the blade. white suits stained by red roses. the only softness he lets near his bloodstained hands. sugar in tea, gunmetal in the air. he buys you flowers you don't realize he didn't pay for. calls you "sweetheart" like it's the only word that softens his voice. your hands shake when you bandage his unknown wounds, but he never flinches. you keep a vase just for the blooms he brings you. he keeps a gun just for you. he doesn't smile often-only when you're humming in your shop, unaware of who he really is. you love without fear. he kills without hesitation. but when you're in the room? he's just matt. and you're the only person who gets to see him that way. "you scare everyone else, you know." — "you're the only one i don't want to scare."

!¡ author's note . . . UH Hl...idk if anyone's done this so please Imk! this might be an absolute flop but im excited sooo! send stuff abt them pleeeease :)

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♠️ — introducing . . . mafiaboss!matt

!¡ paired with innocent!florist!reader

!¡ gangsta by kehlani. 26. sharp suits and sharper eyes. the calm before the storm. rich rich. only soft for you. unreadable to everyone else. buys flowers just to see you smile. speaks low, but always with purpose. smells like danger and expensive cologne. overprotective. keeps a gun in his coat, but never raises his voice. makes people disappear, but brings you tea in the mornings. hates being touched—except by you. possessive without saying it. loves quietly. would burn the world for your safety. “i don’t need to raise my voice to be dangerous.”

!¡ together, they’re — ultraviolence by lana del rey. beauty and the blade. white suits stained by red roses. the only softness he lets near his bloodstained hands. sugar in tea, gunmetal in the air. he buys you flowers you don’t realize he didn’t pay for. calls you “sweetheart” like it’s the only word that softens his voice. your hands shake when you bandage his unknown wounds, but he never flinches. you keep a vase just for the blooms he brings you. he keeps a gun just for you. owns way too many things that each cost more than your rent. he doesn’t smile often—only when you’re humming in your shop, unaware of who he really is. you love without fear. he kills without hesitation. but when you’re in the room? he’s just matt. and you’re the only person who gets to see him that way. “you scare everyone else, you know.” — “you’re the only one i don’t want to scare.”

!¡ author’s note . . . UH HI…idk if anyone’s done this so please lmk! this might be an absolute flop but im excited sooo! send stuff abt them pleeeease :)

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👑 — introducing . . . princess!reader (pearl)

!¡ paired with knight!matt

!¡ love by lana del rey. elegant and graceful, but knows how to tease. always in soft pastels or royal colors. expensive taste in jewelry. loves to read classic novels. often barefoot, walking around the castle. enjoys long baths with lavender oils. secret lover of rom-coms. gives matt all the attention he craves. her laugh is soft, but when she’s teasing, it’s a melody of mischief. always carries a silk handkerchief with her. makes everything feel like royalty, even the smallest moments. princess vibes, but with a little naughty edge. always expects the best from matt, and he’s more than happy to give it.

!¡ author's note. . . different layout inspired @delilahsturniolo !! Imk if anyone's done this before cause i haven't seen it anywhere. i'm so excited about this i hope you guys like it :) pleaseeeee feel free to spam my inbox with questions, comments, or requests!!! gold divider: @bernardsbendystraws

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🗡️ — introducing . . . knight!matt

!¡ paired with princess!reader.

!¡ cherry by lana del rey. pearl’s assigned personal knight. soft touches. always kneeling for you. blushes when you call him sweet. loves being your protector. shy, but will do anything to please you. gets flustered when you praise him. loyal and devoted. loves when you take charge. melts at your smile. always puts your needs first. never wants to disappoint you. quietly romantic.

!¡ author’s note . . . different layout inspired @delilahsturniolo !! lmk if anyone’s done this before cause i haven’t seen it anywhere. i’m so excited about this i hope you guys like it :) pleaseeeee feel free to spam my inbox with questions, comments, or requests!!! gold divider: @bernardsbendystraws

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𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 & 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭!𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭

you were always meant to be a princess. the daughter of a mighty king, heir to a throne that would one day be yours. and you didn’t mind it. sure, the crown was heavy, the expectations suffocating at times, but it was your destiny. you were born to be revered, to be adored, to have the world kneel at your feet.

and matt? matt was meant to be a knight. strong, devoted, unshakably loyal. someone sworn to protect you, to serve you, to lay down his life if it meant keeping you safe. but he hadn’t always been a knight. before the sword, before the training, before the armor that signified his devotion to the kingdom—to you—he had been a boy. just a boy.

a boy who didn’t belong in the palace.

you still remember the first time you saw him. you had been six, small and delicate in a silk dress, your golden crown slightly too big for your head. the royal garden had always been your favorite place—a secret world of vibrant flowers, tall hedges, and marble fountains. you had been playing alone that day, twirling through the grass, pretending the flowers bowed to you, when you saw him.

he was nothing like the noble children you were usually surrounded by. his clothes were tattered, dirt smudged across his cheeks, his dark hair unruly from the wind. a peasant boy, a stable hand’s son, who had wandered somewhere he shouldn’t have.

but when he saw you, he didn’t bow like everyone else. he just stared.

“who are you?” you had demanded, your voice laced with all the authority your tiny body could muster.

he hesitated, shifting awkwardly before mumbling, “matt.”

just matt. no title, no prestige. just a boy.

you had been told time and time again that you were different. that you were above others, that there was a gap between royalty and commoners that could never be bridged. but matt didn’t seem to care about any of that. and maybe, for that reason alone, you had decided you liked him.

so, with all the confidence of a princess, you had reached for his hand. “play with me.”

and just like that, he did.

from then on, matt was yours. the little peasant boy who became your best friend, your playmate, the one who made you laugh when your lessons were too dull, who snuck into the garden even when he wasn’t supposed to, just to see you.

“one day, i’ll be a knight,” he had promised you once, no older than nine, swinging a wooden sword he had carved himself. “and i’ll protect you forever.”

you had giggled, amused by his determination. “you’d have to train for years,” you had reminded him. “you’d have to fight, to serve the crown.”

but he had only grinned, puffing out his small chest. “i don’t care about the crown. i just want to serve you, m’lady.” he’d giggled.

you had been too young to understand the weight of his words. too young to realize that even then, matt had been willing to kneel for you.

years passed, and matt grew into that promise. he trained, fought, bled—all so he could earn the title that would allow him to stay by your side. but even after becoming a knight, even after proving himself time and time again, he never really wanted to stand beside you.

he wanted to kneel.

he made that clear in the way he looked at you. like you were something divine, something he could never quite deserve but would spend his life worshipping anyway. at nineteen, you were still a princess, still waiting for the day you’d wear the crown. but matt had already sworn himself to you in ways words could never fully capture.

he never wanted to serve just any queen.

he wanted to serve you.

at first, it was just a flicker in his gaze, a subtle shift in the way he spoke to you. and then, it became something more tangible. the way he lingered a beat too long whenever you touched him, the way his breath caught whenever you praised him. “your highness,” he’d murmur, voice laced with something deeper, something needier.

you always rolled your eyes at the title. “call me by my name, matt.”

but he never did. not really. because it wasn’t just about duty for him. it was about you. about the way he’d spent his entire life wanting nothing more than to be yours. about how he had willingly placed himself beneath you, not because he had to, but because he craved it.

he had been trained to be strong, to fight, to lead. but in the end, all matt had ever wanted was to follow you. to obey you. to belong to you.

and you knew it.

you always had.

author’s note . . . OH EM GEE. stop rn i am so excited for this au!!! @hearts4werka backed up my idea 😌 explode my inbox w stuff about them PLEASE. pink & gold dividers: @bernardsbendystraws ! love u!!

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introducing. . .sweetheart!matt X shy!reader

╰┈➤ SWEETHEART!MATT. . .

¡! ❛ the day after you stole my heart, everything i touched told me it would be better shared with you. ❜ fire and the thud, arctic monkeys.

¡! gentle. thoughtful. the kind of guy who remembers the little things about you. always makes sure you’re comfortable before himself. quietly confident but never cocky. big on words of affirmation. acts tough in front of others, but turns to mush when it’s just you two. the king of forehead kisses and soft smiles. protective but never overbearing. a sucker for your laugh and will do anything to hear it. loves physical touch, especially when you’re (rarely) the one initiating. occasionally stubborn but always willing to apologize first. the kind of boyfriend who carries your bag without you asking. loves lazy mornings spent tangled up with you. “if you’re happy, i’m happy.”

╰┈➤ SHY!READER (MAPLE). . .

¡! ❛ careful creature, made friends with time. left her lonely with a diamond mind. ❜ ocean eyes, billie eillish.

¡! soft-spoken. thoughtful. easily flustered. prefers cozy nights in over loud nights out. more likely to observe than speak, but when you do, your words carry weight. finds joy in the small things—fresh flowers, handwritten notes, a favorite book. sentimental to a fault. carries a quiet elegance and warmth that draws people in. loves physical touch but with very few people. introverted but deeply caring; you’d do anything for the people you love. struggles with confrontation but has an inner strength that surprises even you sometimes. loves soft sweaters, rainy days, and stealing a moment of peace in a busy world. “um…i was thinking…well—no, nevermind. it’s probably dumb…”

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NOTHING MATTERS BUT YOU, madison beer.

❛ i don’t know how i survived before i met you.

watching you through glassy eyes, sinkin’ into blue. ❜

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a/n: hey!! ive had this idea for a while now! but its not very complex so if someone has already done this please lmk so i can tell them i didnt just copy them😭 ANYWAY IM EXCITED FOR THIS SO SEND REQS AND ASKS ABOUT THEM!!!! LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

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dividers: @bernardsbendystraws

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introducing. . .bodyguard!matt X popstar!reader !

╰┈➤ BODYGUARD!MATT. . .

¡! ❛ i thought i was a fool for no one, but oh baby, i’m a fool for you. ❜ — supermassive black hole, muse.

¡! protective. will go to the end of the earth to ensure rosebud’s safety. patient—mostly. a strong man. often conflicts with rosebud. guarded. possessive—in a sexy way tho dw. occasionally hard on rosebud. cold to most other people. attends every single one of rosebud’s shows. knows every lyric to every one of her songs. soft dom!

╰┈➤ POPSTAR!READER (ROSEBUD). . .

¡! ❛ boy, it’s not that complicated, you should stay in my good graces! ❜ — good graces, sabrina carpenter.

¡! glamorous. selfless. wishful. charismatic. iced chai every single day! outgoing. adventurous. not a very organized girl unfortunately! loves to help others and make them feel happy with her music! entertainer. extroverted. kindhearted. loves everything in the entertainment genre. often conflicts with matt due to their major differences. loud. has a pink christmas tree! certified girlboss.

a/n: hi hi!! i named her rosebud cause it’s the first thing i thought of that i havent seen someone use already LMAO butttt i hope you love them as much as i do! creds to @bernardsbendystraws for most of the dividers i’ll be using for this au! please lmk what you want to see from them!! ily

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— rewarding sub!chris just the way he wants. . . tw: pegging

filthy.

the scene unfolding before you is purely filthy. your hips loudly knocking into chris’s ass as you pound into him from behind. poor thing is sobbing. on his hands and knees—a whiny, messy, incoherent mess.

this was supposed to be a reward. for his good behavior all week. you hadn’t had to nudge him back in line or correct his behavior the past 7 days, so you decided to reward him for it.

by blowing his back out.

you’ve made him cum…what, 3 times now? maybe 4? he’s literally crying, shaking like a leaf in the wind. but he just begs for more. tells you he can take it, he promises. swears he can handle it.

so, per his request, you’re still absolutely ruining him.

“such a good boy for mama,” you pant, sweat glistening on your forehead. “takin’ it so, so well. aren’t you, baby?”

chris’s arms begin to burn from having to work overtime to hold himself up. fat, hot tears trickled down his face, jaw hanging slack, making it easy for his pathetic, whiny sobs to flow out.

you slam into him, burying yourself deep inside him, the pink dildo attached to the strap completely disappearing. you still, your hips resting against his reddened ass. the tip rests snug against his prostate, making him squirm.

“answer me, chris. aren’t you taking it so well?” you smack his ass, the loud noise ringing throughout the room. chris nods his head fervently, unable to form words as you start hammering into him once again.

“words.”

“y-yes!” he squeaks, fists clenching desperately into the sheets beneath him. you chuckle darkly at that, one hand leaving his hips to press into his lower back, forcing him to arch further. what a sight.

chris’s whines become louder, more high-pitched. you knew he was overstimulated. you knew it was too much. but you also knew he was really enjoying this.

he starts to squirm away from you, running from the overwhelming pleasure. you harshly grip his hips yanking him back onto the dildo, and chris yelps sharply.

“ah-ah. don’t run from me, sweetheart,” you tut, pulling his hips back repeatedly, fucking him onto the dildo instead of you fucking into him. “you wanted this, didn’t you?”

chris’s eyes roll back in pure ecstasy, mouth dropping open again, drool seeping onto the sheets beneath him. you scoff. “st-still do!” he cries out, that familiar heat pooling in his tummy for probably the 5th time tonight.

he reaches beneath him to touch his dick, to which you grab his arm and pin it behind him down on his back. “absolutely not,” you snap. chris whines. “is this not enough for you, christopher?”

“i-it is! just want m-more—“ chris’s words break off into a series of strangled, high pitched moans as you push him further into the bed, gaining a new angle that allows you to repeatedly hit his prostate dead-on.

“oh, you like that, huh? is that good enough? doesn’t matter. you’re gonna cum the way i want you to,” you grunt, pounding him into oblivion. chris weakly manages to turn his head back slightly to catch a glimpse of you, and you also happen to catch a glimpse of him.

he’s absolutely fucked out. drool seeping past his swollen, red lips. his eyes rimmed-red and pouring tears. his cheeks cherry red and tear-stricken. hair messy. what a masterpiece.

chris nods frantically, a violent shiver running through his body, sweat beading on his forehead. you could tell he was getting close. “gonna cum, baby?” at your words, a wrecked sob falls from chris’s lips, and you knew. “yeeaah, you are. c’mon, sweet boy, you’ve earned it.”

and the string snaps.

chris chokes on a violent, whiny sob, his body convulsing. his ropes of cum land in the same soaked spot on the bedsheets where his sore cock is resting. you tap his hips before leisurely pulling out of him, careful not to further ruin his wrecked hole.

“oh, such a good boy,” you praise, admiring his stretched hole, massaging his ass cheeks soothingly. “d-did good?” chris stammers, still catching his breath, slumping down to lay on his stomach, ignoring the soaked sheets.

“did amazing, honey. c’mon, let’s get you a bath,” you press a kiss to his shoulder, voice sweet as you whisper, “gotta take care of my perfect boy after he takes me so well.”

chris hums in response, too fucked out to form real words, his cheek smushed into the tear and drool soaked pillow. his body’s trembling just the slightest, still winding down from everything you just gave him.

you shift carefully, pulling back the mess of sheets and brushing some hair from his face. “up, baby. bath time,” you coo gently, tapping his hip. he groans, but obeys, sluggishly dragging himself upright with heavy limbs like dead weight.

you help him all the way to the bathroom—arms around his waist, trying to soothe the aftershocks. once there, you run the water warm, adding a little lavender bubbles just the way he likes.

he sinks into the tub with a shaky sigh, and you kneel beside it, cupping water in your hands to pour it over his chest. “you did so good for me, sweetheart,” you whisper, kissing his temple as you lather up a soft cloth. “you always do.”

chris leans into every touch of yours, eyelids heavy, letting out a soft whimper when you gently massage his thighs and wipe swiftly between his legs. “love you,” he mumbles.

“love you more,” you whisper back, fingers carding through his damp hair. “my good boy.”

author’s note. . . uh hi 😥 sorry this is really short and like awful like idek what’s going on i was just writing random stuff and i feel like i made reader kinda mean but oh well. kinda based on this post from @theyluvivi ! short taglist for this one since it’s pegging—let me know if u’d like to be on the alternate taglist! again sorry this is short and shitty!

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— punishing sub!chris . . .

there’d been a shift. a very noticeable one.

chris had been running his mouth all day—smart remarks, smug grins, pushing buttons like it was his full-time job. you’d let it slide at first, entertained by his little attitude. but then he kept going.

calling you names under his breath. ignoring your rules. testing your patience like he didn’t care what the consequences were. like he wanted them.

and now?

he was suddenly quiet. real quiet. sitting on the floor beneath your vanity with that guilty look in his eye, hands resting stiff on his thighs. like he knew the game was over. like he knew he pushed one step too far. like he finally remembered who’s in charge.

and you were more than happy to remind him.

by occupying his mouth so he couldn’t annoyingly run it any longer. sitting in your vanity chair, you had your legs slightly spread, your short, loose shorts riding up your thighs. chris was sat in between them, staring intently at the pink dildo you had strapped onto yourself.

he’s stripped down to his boxers, the only other thing covering him being the deep, embarrassed blush on his face. he was practically salivating.

he looked up at you with those big, glossy blue eyes, and fuck—you almost gave in.

almost.

“look at you. big attitude all day, and now you’re on your knees. exactly where you belong.” you sneer, twisting open a bottle of white nail polish. you’d decided your plan. make chris suck your strap while you paint your nails and pay no attention to him! the boy practically survived off of your attention, so this would be his reminder not to act up anymore. “get to work, christopher.”

and like the moon following the tide, he obeyed. for the first time all day. he latches his lips around the silicone tip, giving it a few suckles. then, lowers his head down, taking more and more of it into his mouth, gagging slightly as the tip hit the back of his throat.

you start delicately painting your thumb with the white color, not daring to look down at chris. but you knew he was looking at you. you could feel it.

he pulls off of the toy, licking stripes from the base to the tip, the corners of his lips starting to pool with drool. he whimpers slightly, clearly craving your approval. but you wouldn’t give it to him.

he takes it into his mouth once more, starting to bob his head up and down, the sounds of gagging and choked whimpers filling the room. you take a very, very short glance down at him before shifting your focus back to your nails.

“maybe i should leave you down there all night. i mean, look at you. all desperate like a puppy.” you comment, a slight grin on your face as you start on your other hand.

chris lets out an attempt at a humiliated whine, but all that comes out is a needy, garbled sound. drool seeps down his chin and onto his bare chest as he tries to keep the bobbing of his head at a steady pace. his watery eyes are peering up at you desperately.

he pulls his head away from the dildo, gasping for air, a string of spit connecting his lips to the tip. his eyes are glazed over—needy. “mama, i—i’m sorry…i didn’t mean it, i swear”

chris lets out a little sob at your lack of response, dropping his head to rest his forehead against your thigh. “please look at me, mommy…i’m tryin’—tryin’ so hard for you, i promise!” he pleads, gripping your thighs desperately.

“aww. poor baby wants mama’s attention? you should’ve thought about that before acting like a brat. get back to work. you’re not stopping ‘til i’m satisfied.” you snap, twisting the bottle of white nail polish shut. with a frustrated whine, chris lowers his head back down onto the toy.

you twist open the top coat bottle and begin painting your nails with it, not sparing even half a glance at chris. he groaned as he hollowed his cheeks, sucking you in further.

“what happened to that bratty little mouth you had earlier, huh? now you’re all quiet…no smart comments when you’re on your knees like a good boy? where’d all that attitude go?” you scoff, bucking your hips once, forcing the silicone down his throat. a garbled, choked sound slips from chris’s throat before he pulls off again, gasping for air. he whines softly, eyes watery, “gone…i-it’s gone…i swear…”

you hum, reaching down and pushing his head back down, careful not to get nail polish in his hair. chris gets back to work and you notice something. the signs his body always displays when he’s about to cum.

the way his body would begin to tremble, tears would more frequently drip from his eyes, he’d drool more…chris was about to cum. from sucking your strap.

you finish up your nails quickly, twisting the bottle shut and finally directing your full attention down at chris. he’s kept his eyes up—on you—this entire time.

“baby’s gonna make a mess already? just from sucking mama’s strap? that’s pathetic, christopher.” you mock him. chris whimpers, your words clearly pushing him closer and closer.

the bobbing of his head gets more sloppy, his noises get louder and more high-pitched, and he’s drooling like a damn puppy. he was about to cum—and he didn’t even bother to ask for permission.

with a loud, needy, pathetic whine, chris’s body violently trembles as his climax crashes over him. ropes of his cum spurt onto the hardwood floor, right next to your feet.

you freeze. so does he. then slowly, you look down at him, voice cold as ice.

“did i tell you to do that?”

his eyes widen in horror. he fucked up. “n-no, i-i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to, i just—i couldn’t hold it, i tried, i swear, please—”

you stand, expression unreadable as you tilt his chin up.

“get on the bed.”

he scrambles up, panic written all over his face. “please—please, i can fix it, i’ll be good, i promise, just—”

you cut him off sharply, eyes narrowed.

“christopher. i said get on the bed. we’re not done until i say we are. now shut up and take what you’ve got coming like the good boy i know you can be.”

author’s note. . . uh i actually really despise this im so sorry i actually cannot write for shit! tagging some extra people i think would possibly like this 😥 also sorry i made reader kind mean…and lastly thanks to @zenithsturniolo for proof reading and giving some very nice confirmation !

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— eating fruit rollups with sub!chris. . .

you’re both half-delirious from exhaustion and laughter, slumped against the kitchen counter at two in the morning, eating junk food like you’re kids again. specifically trying to use the tongue tattoos on fruit rollups.

“no, no, you’re doing it wrong,” you giggle, watching chris struggle with a fruit roll up. “you gotta stick your tongue out first and then press it on!”

he grumbles under his breath, tearing open another one. “this is stupid,” he mumbles, but he’s already doing what you said, tongue stretched out as he holds the fruit roll up against it.

you laugh, reaching out to fix it for him, pressing the candy flat against his tongue with two fingers. “there. now hold still.”

he stands there, so pretty and pliant, his tongue stuck out, forehead wrinkled in concentration. a little drool starts to pool at the corner of his mouth, sliding down over his bottom lip as he tries to keep still for you.

you were still smiling — until you really looked at him.

the sight of chris, tongue out, drooling, looking at you like he was desperate for approval, made something dark and hungry spark in your chest. you shouldn’t be thinking about him like this when he’s doing something so innocent, but fuck.

your laughter died in your throat. your hand stayed on his chin.

he blinked up at you, wide-eyed, confused when your grip tightened slightly.

“fuck,” you breathed out, voice dropping, your thumb running rough across his spit-slicked lower lip. “you have no idea what you’re doing to me right now, do you?”

chris made a soft, pathetic sound from the back of his throat, still holding the candy to his tongue even though he was shaking a little.

you leaned in close, voice low and sharp against his ear. “drop it.”

the fruit roll up slipped from his fingers immediately, falling to the counter forgotten.

you grabbed his jaw, tilting his head up so you could look at him—tongue still out, lips swollen, a thin line of spit connecting his tongue to the roof of his mouth, that stupid little design on his tongue.

“look at you…” you muttered darkly.

he whimpered, and you finally let him close his mouth, but you didn’t let go of his face.

“get on your knees,” you ordered, your voice rough, dangerous now. “since you’re already drooling like a little bitch for me, you might as well put that mouth to good use.”

he obeyed so fast he nearly stumbled, sinking to the floor in front of you, looking up through messy lashes with nothing but desperate, wrecked worship in his eyes.

your smile was cruel when you reached down, threading your fingers through his hair and tugging his head back.

“open.”

he did. wide and obedient and already panting like he couldn’t stand being apart from you a second longer.

“good boy.”

author’s note. . . hi uh this is really short and stupid sorry but i really needed to get something out and i was eating a fruit rollup so i just came up with this 😥

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