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Kiss Me Through The Screen

Pairing: Thomas Anderson x OnlyFans!Reader

Warnings: MDNI, NSFW (mutual masturbation), language, Thomas is pathetic and I love him

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Requested by Anon! I hope you like it <3

Thank you to @casuallyobssessed for proofreading!

Requests are OPEN <3

Thomas isn’t a social person. His palms sweat during casual conversation, he never makes eye contact for longer than two seconds, and he’s constantly on his computer. His co-workers worry, hearing one too many stories about guys who are depressed and have no social life coming in to the office and ruining everyone else’s lives. They try to involve him in group activities, hoping that something will stick and help him to not be so isolated. But he always turns them down. When his co-workers ask why he never joins them for drinks after work, or dinner out, or the various office parties, Thomas always gives them the same answer.

“I can’t, I gotta get home to my girlfriend.”, “Sorry, my girlfriend is waiting on me.”, “Busy tonight, promised my girlfriend a night in.”

They stop asking after a while, content with the fact that he has someone at home waiting for him. Maybe he isn’t as lonely as they thought and was merely an awkward but private person. The reality of the situation was so much more pathetic. Yes, he has a “girlfriend”. You. But you’re not just his girlfriend. You're the girlfriend to nearly half a million lonely men like him, and that’s only counting your subscribers.

That’s your niche on OnlyFans. You make content pretending to be a loving, sweet, kinky girlfriend who absolutely adores her boyfriend, the viewer. The videos you make range from the domestic to the erotic. Some of them are sweet, like enjoying a meal together and talking about your day. You eat slowly as you talk to the camera, leaving pauses long enough for the viewer to fill in with their own replies. Others are more pornographic, with you sucking a dildo while pretending to give a blowjob or you riding said dildo while moaning praises. The content that you post does so well that it’s your full time job now.

Thomas is one of your top subscribers, paying over a thousand dollars each month for exclusive text chats, your used panties, and voice messages from you. Every day after work, he nearly runs home so he can check for a new uploaded video. It’s a sickness at this point. Despite knowing the truth, knowing that you’re just a random girl who makes money from the desperation of men like him, he’s addicted to you all the same. Even miles away (yes, he knows where you live, like any good boyfriend would), he craves you like a drug. The pretty smiles you give to the camera, the sincere way you say ”I love you”, the way you scream when you come… Thomas spends hours in front of his computer, watching your videos and spinning down into his own obsession.

But tonight was special. You’d announced months ago that you were doing a fundraiser for a charity near and dear to your heart (doesn’t Thomas have the kindest girlfriend?). The fundraiser would consist of your subscribers buying tickets for a raffle, the prize of which would be getting to have a video call with you for an hour. Thomas had bought twenty tickets, spending almost all his rent money in the process. He was certain that twenty would be enough to win the raffle until he saw the other numbers people were spending. Fifty tickets, a hundred, two hundred and Thomas could see his chances going down the drain.

Being a hacker has its upsides, though. Sites like OnlyFans are notorious for their shitty security, especially when the person paying doesn’t have the same kind of security set up as Thomas does. It’s almost too easy for him to hack into the server and edit the names on the tickets, changing them to his name. By the time he’s done, it looks like he’s the only one who donated, the only one who bothered to support your charity. So it’s no surprise to him when he opens OnlyFans and there’s a message from you waiting in his chatbox, asking what day and time he would be free for a video call.

When he gets home, he’s quick to open his laptop, throwing himself into his chair as he takes off his blazer and rolls up the sleeves of his shirt. Any minute now, you’re going to call him and he’ll have you all to himself for an hour. You two had already messaged to outline the time allotted. First, you’d be domestic and eat dinner together while talking about your day. Thomas had suggested a narrative of you two being a long distance couple getting on a video call for a date night, which you had graciously agreed to. He’d even gone so far as to request that you use a special toy tonight that he bought for you. You had accepted, not one to turn down an opportunity to add more money to your bank account. What Thomas didn’t tell you was that the toy that arrived in your PO box was a dildo molded from his cock. It was more romantic this way, was his line of thought. Now you can come on your boyfriend’s dick instead of some random toy.

His thoughts are interrupted by the “Call Incoming” notification popping up across his screen. Thomas is quick to answer, loosening his tie and wiping his palms on his pants as he waits for the call to connect.

“Hi, baby!” Comes your voice over the speakers of his laptop as your image fills the screen. Your smile is almost blindingly bright and open, making the corners of your eyes crinkle. Thomas chokes on his own breath, eyes wide and cheeks slowly becoming pinker and pinker as he takes you in.

“Hello? Can you hear me?” You ask, frowning softly when he doesn’t reply to you. You wonder if your internet is out, especially since the wind has been messing with your power so much lately. “Thomas?”

He shoots to attention when you say his name, knocked out of his daydream. Thomas stutters and smiles sheepishly as he replies, rubbing the back of his neck. “Y-Yeah! Sorry, yeah, I can hear you. You… You’re so pretty, I-I didn’t know what to say.”

“Aw, I have the sweetest boyfriend.” You coo, playing into the script as you blow a kiss to the screen. Thomas feels a little swell of pride in his chest when he sees how your cheeks turn red from his compliment. You could fake the words coming out of your mouth, but you can’t fake that kind of blushing.

The conversation flows naturally, like you’ve known each other for years. Thomas laughs at your jokes and you offer a sympathetic ear to his problems. All the while, you both follow the fantasy of being together, calling each other ”baby”, ”darling”, ”sweetheart”. Every time you smile and say ”I love you”, his chest feels tight in the best way imaginable.

“Hey, honey?” You say softly when there was a lull in the conversation. Thomas makes a low sound in his throat as a reply, eyes still tracing your features on his screen. You're so beautiful, he's been staring the entire time. He's so lucky to be your boyfriend.

“Do you wanna have some fun?” You smirk, holding up the box containing the silicone cock he bought for you. Thomas swallows hard and blushes as he nods, the sultry tone in your voice already making his dick twitch in his slacks. His hands clench the armrests of his seat, anxiety and arousal churning in his gut. God, what if you didn't like the toy? He'd used his own body to make it, so if you didn't like it then you wouldn't like him-

“Can you take your shirt off for me, baby? I wanna see you…” You say softly, the box sitting on your lap and begging to be opened.

The gentle command in your voice has him under a spell, his hands moving before he could consciously register. He keeps his eyes on the open laptop as he tugs his tie off and tosses it somewhere behind him. Next is his shirt, coming off quickly even with how much his fingers are trembling. Soon, he's shirtless in front of you and the sight has you biting your lip like you want to devour him whole. Thomas isn't built, not overly muscly. He's all slim lines and toned muscles, beautiful in the same way a willow tree is next to a river.

“Fuck, you're so sexy.” You breathe, taking your time to gawk. He whimpers from the praise, so deprived of any kind of attention that the simple words make him embarrassingly hard. His dick throbs in his pants, aching for any kind of relief, but he holds back, wanting to enjoy this hard-won time that he has with you.

“I wanna see you, too… Please, can I?” He murmurs, almost afraid of asking too much of you. His voice barely catches the microphone and you smile indulgently at his shyness.

“Of course, sweetheart… Anything my boyfriend wants.” You respond, already peeling off your T-shirt. Your bra comes off next and Thomas can't help the needy sound that crawls up his throat. One of his hands migrates on instinct, palming himself through his pants as he takes in the curves and dips of your naked upper half. It's not like he hasn't seen it before, but knowing that it's just for him is a head rush he never wants to come down from.

“You're- God- You're so beautiful.” He sighs as he strokes his cock over his clothes. You hum softly, watching his hand with a hungry look in your eyes. Your cheeks turn a rosy pink once again and Thomas wishes he could touch you to feel how hot your skin is.

“What’d you send me, baby?” You tease softly, pretending not to know what’s in the box on your lap as you open it. He watches you eagerly, his hand pausing its movement. He wants to take in your expression when you see what he made for you. The box comes open and you take out the dildo from inside, a slightly shocked look gracing your features. It was bigger than what you would normally use and very detailed. “Holy shit…”

“You like it?” Thomas asks nervously, his fingers tapping out a random pattern on his thigh. “I, uh, I wanted it to be special…”

The implication is clear, even with his delicate phrasing. You grin and shimmy your shorts and panties down your legs, kicking them off and revealing your pussy to the camera. He tries to stay focused on your face, he really does, but the sight of your glistening folds is just too much for him to look away from. Thomas leans forward in his chair, pulled like a magnet without even realizing. Fuck, he wants to get on his knees and taste you, suck your clit until you’re pulling at his hair and coming into his mouth-

“Can you help me out, hon?” You say gently, slowly rubbing your clit. “I gotta get nice and wet for you to fit inside me.”

Thomas moans and nods, shucking off his own pants and boxers with speed. His cock is hard and leaking, pulsing against his stomach with every beat of his heart. Without any more preamble, he spits into his palm and starts to stroke himself, the soft, wet sounds travelling from the microphone of his laptop to the speakers of yours.

“Fuck, baby, that’s it.” You encourage him, pushing two of your own fingers into your pussy as you pump them to his rhythm. Your thumb rubs circles on your clit, making you moan and jerk your hips up into your own touch. The arousal you feel is only heightened by the utterly wrecked look on Thomas’ face, his cheeks flushed and mouth hanging open in soft pants as he watches you with hazy eyes.

“L-Lemme see-” He whines, hips bucking as he fucks his fist. Sweat forms on his forehead, strands of his dark hair starting to stick to his skin. “Wanna see how wet you are f’me, baby.”

You pull your fingers out of your heat and hold them up to the camera, letting him see the sticky shine on your digits. His cock twitches in his grip, a bead of pre-come oozing from the slit at the sight. A soft hiss leaves his lips as he swipes his thumb across the wetness, wishing it was your slick he was rubbing across his skin. “Fuck, wanna taste you s’bad.” Thomas moans, his other hand reaching down to squeeze and fondle his balls as he continues to pump his cock with firm strokes. He’s so needy for you that his filter is completely gone. The facade of shyness drops, leaving only the filth that falls out of his mouth. “Wanna have you sit on my face and fuckin’ suffocate me.”

“Mmm, maybe next time, baby.” You coo, voice breathy from arousal and Thomas is too overwhelmed by the possibility of a next time to even form a coherent sentence. Deciding you’re stretched enough, you slowly start to ease the dildo into your pussy, your walls clamping around the intrusion as you whimper. Your fingers work frantically over your clit, trying to ease the burn with pleasure as you keep taking more.

“Fuck, you’re so big-” Comes your moan over the speakers and Thomas has to strangle the base of his dick to keep from coming on the spot. You look so erotic, pushing a toy molded from his cock into your tight pussy. He watches in amazement as you work it all the way to the base, your lower lips stretched around the dildo. There’s a moment of quiet, both of you observing the other through the screen. You, letting your body adjust to the thickness currently sitting inside you, and him, waiting for your cue and looking at you with nothing short of adoration.

Without saying a word, you pull the toy all the way out until only the tip is still penetrating you. Thomas’ hand follows the motion, smoothing up his cock until his fist is wrapped around his tip. Slowly, you work the cock back into you, moaning from the shape that seems to hit every sweet spot nestled deep within you. He matches your pace, sighing in relief from the friction and from your sounds of pleasure.

“Feels s’good.” You breathe, back arching in your chair as you grope your breast with your free hand. The tempo of your thrusts speeds up, plunging the toy in and out of your pussy with a lewd squelching sound that echoes under the music of your moans and Thomas’ groans.

“Fuck, oh my god-” He moans, breathless as he works his cock with the same speed as you fucking yourself on the dildo. He’s biting the inside of his cheek, fighting down the orgasm that sits at the base of his spine. The need to preserve this moment, to watch you come apart on something that has his shape, is clawing at his insides. He can't believe that he's the one who gets to see you like this right now, who gets to make you feel good from miles away. Thomas won’t let himself ruin this perfection by coming too soon, not until he has this image of you burned into the back of his eyelids so it can haunt him forever. “Please, don’t stop, don’t stop, I need to see you-”

The pixels of you contort in front of his eyes as you reach down to your neglected clit, rubbing the bud in quick flicks. Your chest is having as the knot in your stomach coils tighter and tighter with each thrust of the toy you hold in a white knuckle grip. Mewls and moans pour past your lips, your eyes fluttering as you fight to keep them open. As much as he's begging to see you, you want to see him, too.

He's beautiful as he teeters on the edge of oblivion, waiting for you to push him over. His throat bobs as he swallows and gasps for breath, the muscles in his thighs jerking and twitching under his skin. You can see the way his stomach flexes with each thrust of his hips from him holding back. But the thing that sends you over the edge with a moan of his name is his eyes.

You're used to the way men look at you. Hell, it's what you do for a living, sell your image and be the fantasy that men want. But the way that Thomas looks at you makes something sweet and sharp dig in between your ribs. Yes, there's lust in the chocolate of his eyes, but there's also something softer, like this isn't even for him. Like he just wants to watch you feel good instead of making it about his own pleasure. It’s new and you try not to focus on how much you want to keep seeing that look on his face as he comes.

“Come for me.” You plead and Thomas finally lets himself topple into his orgasm as he watches you come, your name a choked scream on his tongue. His hips jerk up, his release shooting from his cock and painting his stomach and chest with the hot spurts of fluid. He keeps moving his hand quickly, his movements even more slick from his semen coating his fingers. Thomas wants to give you everything he has, everything in him until there's nothing left, until all there is in his world is your eyes and the sound of your moans.

As you both drift back down, you sit there, panting as you try to catch your breath. Wincing, you pull the dildo out of your pussy and set it aside to clean later. You contemplate the idea of throwing it away before deciding to keep it. So what if it was based on a real guy’s cock? That thing just gave you the best orgasm of your life, like hell you’re getting rid of it.

“You okay?” Thomas asks, voice rough and you feel a fresh shiver of need tingle between your legs. He’s wiping off his chest and stomach with a tissue but his focus is entirely on you, deep brown eyes shining with compassion.

“Yeah, baby, I’m fine.” You reply, the pet name slipping out a little too easily this time for it to be only scripted. Letting out a huff, you glance at the clock by your desk and chuckle. This was only supposed to last an hour, but you’ve been on the video call with him for nearly two. “You okay, too?”

“Mhm…” He hums, tossing the tissue in the trash can just off camera. Thomas’ eyes flick to his own clock and he blushes. “Oh my god, it’s been two hours, I’m so sorry-”

“Relax, hey, it’s okay.” You assure him sweetly even as you both sit there naked. With a soft smile, you shrug casually. “I don’t mind it being longer. But I do have to go now, okay?”

“Yeah.” Thomas says, relieved that you’re not mad at him for taking up more of your time. “Thanks for this… It was amazing.”

“It… It was.” You duck your head to hide a smile as you speak. “See you around, Thomas. I love you!”

You blow a kiss to the camera, letting your smile show before you disconnect. You have time to see him smile back, wide and dorky as it blooms on his face, before the call drops. Thomas sits back in his seat, grinning at the ceiling of his apartment and looking too happy for simply staring at plaster.

“I love you, too.” He breathes into the empty room. His focus is dragged back to his computer as a pop-up crowds his screen. An ad for your OnlyFans store. He’s pretty sure he’s already bought one of everything you offer, but he decides to browse anyway as he basks in the afterglow of the orgasm you gave him.

16 ounces of your bathwater for a hundred dollars?

Click.

Thank you for your purchase!

A/N: pathetic thomas makes my brain go brrrrrrrrrrrrrr <3

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cuddleyhoney · 2 days ago

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john wick

can everyone reblog this and tell me who The Character is for you. like the one that you're obsessed with / hyperfixated on. mine is gojo

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cuddleyhoney · 11 days ago

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john wick and his dog

snoopy of the day

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cuddleyhoney · 12 days ago

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can the Keanu Reeves revival happen again, I miss that era

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cuddleyhoney · 12 days ago

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John wick x reader headcannons

Intense Eyes: John’s gaze is incredibly intense, especially when he’s in the mood. He has a way of looking at you that makes your heart race, his eyes darkening with desire and sending shivers down your spine.

Teasing Touches: John loves to tease you with light lingering touches. He’ll brush his fingers along your arm or thigh, creating a delicious anticipation that drives you wild.

Whispered Words: John has a deep, gravelly voice that he uses to his advantage. He’ll lean in close and whisper dirty words in your ear, his breath hot against your skin, making your knees weak.

Steamy Showers: John often invites his partner to join him in the shower, where the steam creates an intimate and sensuous atmosphere. The hot water cascading over their bodies heightens the experience, making every touch and kiss feel even more electric.

Gentle Care: Despite his tough exterior, John is incredibly tender when he showers with his partner. He takes his time washing their hair and body, his strong hands moving slowly and deliberately, turning a mundane task into an act of love and affection.

Shared Moments of Vulnerability: In the shower, John lets down his guard completely, showing a side of himself that few get to see. The vulnerability of being naked together under the warm water deepens their emotional and physical connection.

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cuddleyhoney · 12 days ago

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hey love, can i request smutty john wick x reader with hunter x pray vibe? and the reader gets scared eventually so john has to reassure her that he would never hurt her ;)

this is such a cute idea omg -- this fic is really loooong

john wick x fem reader

mysterious meeting

John was a very mysterious man, you had only met him a couple times. He was on a work trip in France, he was a "traveling business man". John was staying in an apartment building near yours, occasionally he would walk past you on the street on his way to "work" or see you while he was getting coffee. He knew he only had a couple days left being in your city, but he didn't want the opportunity of meeting you to go to waste.

The sky was turning into a deep shade of grey as you were walking home from work, working at a fashion intern was challenging more days than expected. At least you got to wear cute outfits to work right? Whilst walking home in your high heeled shoes on the hard french concrete small drops of rain began to poor, slowly but surely.

The rain seemed to speed up as you were walking until you brushed the shoulder of an older man on accident, you were astonished and quite embarrassed. He was beautiful, wearing a formal attire holding a black umbrella. You timidly spoke saying "I'm sorry", but he replied "It's alright, would you like to stand under my umbrella?" You realized you both were walking in the same direction so you quickly nodded your head saying yes.

He smelled of rich cologne with notes of coconut, looking at him on your right side you could see he was a very pretty human. To him he thought you were a marvelous woman from just meeting. Soon after enough he walked you home, you thanked him dearly. He then said "I'd love to get to know you more, but i'm only here for a couple more days." You looked at him with slight sadness now after hearing he will probably magically disappear within a week. While both of you were still at your front door you replied "Could you wait for a minute?". Unlocking your door quickly you ran into your beautiful apartment scavenging to find a pen, a red pen you grabbed and wrote your number on a clean page from your diary. Writing your phone number and name, you then sped over and handed the paper to John. He speaking curiously "What's this?" and with you replying "A way to contact me if you ever get bored in the city."

Later that night John was standing in the shower of his luxurious apartment thinking to himself what he could do with you. With droplets of water sprinkling upon him he was fascinated about how he's been seeing you on him route to work each day, but today was different. He wanted to know you, maybe even have a relationship of some sort, but he also had a fear of you becoming afraid of him. He was an older man.

The next day was you got a text from an unknown number "Hi, its me I hope I don't creep you out but would you like to get ice-cream or something with me this afternoon?" He secretly wanted more than that but he didn't want to seem to aggressive. Instantly you replied to him and choosing the perfect time for the both of you.

You decided to meet up at the ice cream shop, of course John was there 5 minutes early. He didn't want to waste a second of being with you, just the thought of you made him excited. The two of you greeted each other with a hug, a very amorous hug that didn't go unnoticed by both of you. You chose your favorite ice-cream flavor and John chose chocolate. Sitting at an outside table he asked about what you did for work, your favorite artist, and your personal life. He just wanted to know as much as he could about you, it was like you were a book with endless pages.

While you both were sitting you realized how perfect he was, his velvet soft voice with the combination of his light brown eyes was enough to allure you completely. He was more mature, something you weren't used to. John then spoke quietly "Would you like to come back to my house later to watch a movie?". Naively you spoke "yea why not"

He held your hand on the trip back to his home, the sun was setting and you felt cozy. The cool breeze made you shiver, but smile nonetheless.

John welcomed you into his sophisticated high rise apartment, overlooking the beautiful view of France. He then quickly started making popcorn and advised you to turn on the tv to pick a movie. Picking a cult classic "Pulp Fiction" the both of you sat on his lovely sofa. John walked over to you with a bowl of popcorn, while making signaling hand gestures with you to cuddle.

Not even 15 minutes into watching the movie you felt John's hands roam on your legs and thighs. You looked at him with lust, it was like he knew all along how much you wanted him, but you had never been with a man his age, let alone with his skill. He held you closely pecking small kisses onto your cheeks, your hands began to roam his body. Feeling your touch made him feel alive. Nobody was able to make him feel this type attraction or even arousal in years.

You slowly knelt upwards sitting in front of John, kissing him passionately whilst making eye contact with him. His hands explored your upper thighs. He couldn't wait. He picked up your body as if you were a doll. Quickly speeding over to his room, a room filled with the coolest art you had ever seen. His bed was huge, but his bed was usually spent with him lying in it lonesomely. He placed your precious body on his soft sheets.

You were still frightened of what would happen next. Not knowing if the "relationship" between you guys would even be held to his heart as closely as it would be to you. Immediately you were filled with fear and anxiety, John could see it in your eyes. You asked for a glass of water claiming you were thirsty but in reality you were afraid of what was to happen next.

John was a little irritated, he loved your sweet scent, and your quirkiness. He wanted to get to know you more. He knew he could be a little intimidating so he let you have a few minutes to yourself, so he caught up on a few emails on his phone while sitting in his kitchen.

After walking back over to John you slowly move your hands on his chest, he lit up with excitement and eagerness. Your hands traced over his shoulders and arms. Instantly he began to give you kisses whilst holding you closely, you tried to unbutton his shirt but it was like he ripped it off of himself. He then began to make you unravel. Quickly he removed your top off, moving his hands around your torso you felt like a dainty fairy. In the midst of kissing you didn't even notice the both of you had your bottoms off as well but you were still a little scared.

You took a breath from the heavy session, saying vaguely "I'm scared" John looked at you and understood he wanted you to have a good experience with him not just something he would enjoy. He grabbed your hand and you followed him to his bedroom once more. Placing you in the middle of his bed gently he began to remove your underwear. He smirked seeing you soaked.

He began to lean over you and place soft kisses on your chest. John then inserted one of his fingers into you making you gasp quietly. He spoke saying "You're such a sweet girl" then adding another into you, he loved see your reaction of what he was doing inside of you showing on your face. He loved having so much power over you.

He removed his two fingers from you and pulled down his grey underwear. It was definitely a sight you wouldn't want to miss. John inserted himself into you, it hurt just for a few seconds then he began to speed up at the perfect pace. He was an older guy so he was more skilled right?

He had you in the perfect angle and position hitting your soft spot. You tried to grasp on to what ever was near you but his bed was a place that had no soft bears or plushies to hold you definitely took note of that. John was a compassionate lover, he got off on seeing your reactions to his touch and words...

The night ended with you both cuddling in the shower telling and small comments usually consisting of "I love you".

the end for now xoxo...

thank you for reading!!

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cuddleyhoney · 12 days ago

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john wick x reader au fanfic :)

kind of nsfw? fem reader

quality cutie time

(hi guys I'm kind of bored and procrastinating rn)

John and you have been a little distant this week. You have both been busy with taking your pet dog to the vet, going to hair stylist appointments, and having business meetings.

John noticed the two of you had been pretty far from each other emotionally with such a booked week so he thought it would be nice to plan a small at-home date with you!

Driving home from work John decided to pick up an adorable custom-made bouquet of flowers and some candies just for the two of you. He was super thrilled to spend the weekend with you.

*wink wink*

You had been home for a couple hours already you had begun to relax in some soft shorts and a tank top waiting for John to arrive home.

Soon enough John arrived he surprised you with the bouquet of flowers behind him with an adorable smile on his face. Something many weren't able to see very often. John was a giver and that was something you cherished...

Immediately John started making popcorn and started playing some of his favorite tunes on the speaker. He conversed with you about some of the activities he did today like going to the bank and expressing how much he missed you sitting in the passenger seat of his car.

After the two of you enjoyed each other's company a small peep left your lips asking "Do you want to join me in taking a bath?" You knew John was a little insecure about his body and that he preferred taking cold showers so you didnt really expect him to say yes...

He looked away and blushed moving his hand to cover his mouth like a shy young girl, he looked back over to you and said "Of course".

Quickly you ran to your bathroom that is connected to your bedroom and began to run the bathwater. You went to the counter and opened a drawer and poured some bath salts and then asked John if he would like to add a bath bomb!

John never has experienced a bath bomb but you assured him it wouldn't damage his skin barrier or anything and it would have a soothing effect on him!

You undressed first and sat into the warm-filled tub, John came in and shyly removed his clothes. You childishly put your hands over your eyes to cover your sight to make him a little more comfortable.

The two of you sat in the water as if you were little calico critters cuddling with each other and giving soft pecks to each other...

thank you for reading! make sure to follow <3

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cuddleyhoney · 12 days ago

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cuddleyhoney · 13 days ago

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So...*whispers* john wick x shy reader? If possible?

john wick x shy fem!reader. fluff. suggestive at the end. (semi-public settings).

as a sub!john wick enthusiast, i wholeheartedly believe your shyness would allow him to bring out his dominant side more often than not.

· when you two are out on a date, just a compliment is enough to make you all giggly with butterflies inside. of course he thinks you look pretty even when you have just woken up. but seeing you all dolled up is a sight to behold, and he loves letting you know exactly how he feels about you at any given second. his beard covered cheek gently scratched yours, trimmed hair tickling your soft skin. “you look so beautiful, darling.” he whispered in your ear before planting a kiss on your already reddening cheek, leaning back to his full height as you looked up at him briefly with a shy smile, murmuring a sweet “thank you” while his hand on your back guided you to the front steps of the restaurant.

· he has a fortune of money. so much he didn’t know what to do with it. that was until you. now all he desired was to spoil you to the brim, buying you whatever you wanted. he knew you would never actually ask him for anything, but he didn’t mind taking the lead on that too. shopping around in different stores with you was a full time job for him, and he loved every second of it!!

· you would often tell him “john, you don’t have to.” your hands wrapped around his one arm. but he would just give you a forehead kiss and walk you towards the store anyway, because satisfying his woman was his only priority!!

· “take whatever you like,” he would always tell you. you didn’t have to worry about anything else, he didn’t even look at the prices before swiping his card.

· he loves when you try things on and emerge from the curtains, turning around 360 and giving him a full show, your eyes fluttering when he showered you in more compliments.

· would even sneak to your changing room for a “close examination” as he liked to call it, proving how much he liked your outfit…or the lack of it, making you all more flustered at the thought of other people being just a feet away from you two. but his hands and lips on you felt a bit too good, and the way he was practically shielding your body with his didn’t leave room for complaints <3

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cuddleyhoney · 13 days ago

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and what if i said kevin lomax was so attractive i almost forgot hes a jerkface </3

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cuddleyhoney · 14 days ago

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Uno Reverse (RAM Me, Baby! Part II)

Pairing: Neo x Reader

Warnings: MDNI, NSFW (f receiving oral, lil bit of f body worship, fingering, p in v smut), slight hurt/comfort, fluffy, language

Requested by Anon! I hope you like it <3

Thank you to @casuallyobssessed for proofreading <3

Requests are OPEN <3

You two had managed to escape the Matrix together into the world outside the simulation, clinging to each other as islands in the storm of fucked up shit that you never knew existed. A revolution, a dystopian future, your nerdy boyfriend suddenly becoming the Messiah to all these people, some lady who made amazing cookies and knew things before they happened… Yeah, it was a lot to deal with, but you have each other.

The thing that no one tells you about leaving the Matrix is that everything feels too real. Sure, the food sucks, you're weak as hell, and you have to wait for your hair to grow back, but no one talks about how your senses adjust. There’s nothing there to dampen the sensations, to dull your receptors, to help you get used to the new world. Everything is brilliantly, painfully real for the first time in your life. The material of your shirt feels softer against your skin, yes, but the pain when you burn your hand is worse now, too. It’s like every nerve in your body is turned up to 100% all the time.

At first, you and Neo indulged in that flood of sensation, alway touching each other in some way with the enthusiasm of teenagers in their first relationship. Being touch-starved your entire lives, you had a lot to make up for. You two especially took advantage of that when you fucked. Every grip left a bruise that painted your skin and his in violent shades of love, every kiss was a brand that seared devotion into your blood, every thrust burned through you like fire. It was amazing and devastating at the same time, leaving you both sated and aching in the aftermath.

But then it became too much, at least for you. The hickeys went from playful reminders of Neo's touch on your skin to simply bruises that hurt when you stretched the wrong way, kisses with teeth made you cry out in pain rather than pleasure, and even the feeling of his cock inside you bordered on agony. Yes, you always came and you enjoyed being intimate with him, but you were at your breaking point. Your body and senses need a break from the near constant terrible euphoria that your boyfriend inflicted on you. You start to avoid being intimate with him, not knowing how to voice your need for softness. After all, you’d given him permission to be rough with you, encouraged it, even. And now you want to take it back? It made your heart shrivel up in your chest to think about how that conversation would go.

Maybe it was a bad decision to talk to Trinity about your situation while in the open cafeteria. Maybe it was an even worse decision to not check that the comms were off first.

You go back to your room that you share with Neo after, still lost on how to approach the subject. Trinity’s answer of ”Just tell him” seemed too simple and too complicated at the same time. When you open the door, you nearly jump out of your skin when you see him sitting on the bed and waiting for you with a serious expression on his handsome face.

“Sit. We need to talk.” He says lowly. It’s not a question, not a request. This is an order. There’s something rolling under the surface and you can’t tell what it means for how this conversation is going to go. You haven’t seen him like this since he went to see The Oracle. Had Morpheus taken him to see her again? Had she told him some bad news?

You swallow and sit down next to him, fidgeting with the tattered sweater draped over your body and keeping your gaze locked on your own lap. Neo is trembling beside you, his fists clenched, and for a moment you think that he’s angry. When you lift your eyes to meet his, open your mouth to ask what’s wrong, your words die on your tongue when you see him holding back tears.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Neo asks in a cracked whisper. He swallows hard, trying to talk around the lump in his throat. His nails dig into his palms like a punishment for a sin he didn’t even know he was committing. “I was hurting you and you didn’t tell me…”

“How-” You murmur, reeling from the realization of what he was talking about. This wasn’t about a prophecy or about Zion, this was about you. You wrap your arms around him, trying to offer some semblance of comfort. He shakes his head, cutting your attempt short. “Baby, it’s not that I don’t like it. You always make sure I-”

“I’m not upset about that!” Neo snaps, his frustration at himself for not seeing the signs now seeping into his voice. “I’m upset because I had to overhear you talking to Trin about it instead of you talking to me!”

Oh.

“I…” You sigh, deflating like a balloon. “I didn’t want you to feel bad.”

It was a stupid reason and you knew it. You and Neo had been through so much together and this is where you draw the line? But it’s true. You didn’t want to hurt him with the knowledge that he was unintentionally hurting you, so you kept it to yourself.

“Don’t do that. Don’t spare my feelings when you’re in pain.” Neo says, finally returning your embrace and kissing the crown of your head. “Just tell me. Tell me what you want, what you need. I love you and it’s my job to give that to you. I can’t do that if you don’t share because you think you’re gonna hurt my feelings.”

“Let’s have a do-over, hm?” He suggests after a moment of comfortable silence, tilting your chin up to make you meet his eyes. You could almost laugh at the idea of two full grown adults needing a do-over like some toddler who got in trouble, but you nod anyway. “Talk to me.”

“Neo…” You swallow, still anxious despite the situation being resolved. “I want you to be gentler when we fuck.”

“Of course, baby.” Neo smiles, soft and bright and you don’t remember why you were so nervous anymore. “See? That wasn’t so hard.”

You open your mouth to reply, only to be cut off by the gentle pressure of his lips against yours. This kiss was different from the hot and heavy treatment you were used to. This time, Neo’s lips were soft, almost hesitant. It reminded you of your first kiss back in the Matrix, how he was so nervous you thought he was going to pass out before even touching your lips. You breathe out and melt into him, the tension in your body loosening as your arms slide around his waist. Every touch is electric as his hands brush over your back and sides, the sensation igniting a fire in your blood that pools in your gut. Neo breaks the kiss with a soft hum, his hand coming up to cradle your cheek.

“This okay?” He breathes, reverent and unsure with his forehead pressing against yours. His hands shake, mindful of how much force he uses, how much contact there is between your skin and his. Instead of answering, you capture his lips in another kiss, deeper but still tender as your tongue meets his. Leaning back, you move to pull him on top of you, only to have him brace himself with his hands on the bed and stop.

“No…” Neo murmurs, panting softly. He moves to sit against the headboard, pulling you to straddle his lap. “I want you to show me how you wanna be touched.”

Seeing him under you, willing and unguarded, makes your heart swell and your need for him burn even brighter. You take his face in your hands and kiss him, teasing his mouth open as you start to strip off your clothes. Neo’s heart is racing in his chest, thumping hard and strong as he holds you delicately. HIs hands graze the bare skin of your waist as it’s exposed, the feeling making both of you gasp. Hard touches after the Matrix is one thing, but this? This is like finding religion. Neo can’t get enough of the way you arch and gasp as his palms explore your naked body, each little moan and whimper making his cock throb with want.

“Please,” He sighs, looking up at you with a flushed face and eyes that hold only adoration. “Please, show me.”

You guide his hand to the apex of your thighs, dragging the pads of his fingers across your sensitive clit. His moan matches yours, ripped from his throat before he silences himself by latching onto your nipple. He doesn’t bite, doesn’t bruise; just teases with his teeth and gentle flicks of his tongue that have you keening. Needy and dripping for him, you lead his hand lower until his fingers are at your entrance.

“Slowly.” You whisper into the shell of his ear. Neo follows your command, easing his long fingers into your heat. You whimper from the stretch, but the gentle rock of his fingers and the soft grind of his palm against your clit makes the burn simmer down into pleasure. Neo releases your nipple with a groan, his eyes locked on your face to watch your expression. He was attentive before to how you reacted to his touch, but now he studies you like you’re something holy.

“You’re so beautiful.” He murmurs breathlessly as he feels the desperate clenching of your hole around his digits. “Love you s’much, never gonna hurt you again.”

Neo shifts under you, moving down on the sheets until his head is between your thighs. He doesn't pull you down onto his face, giving you space to enjoy the tenderness he's learning to give you. With a soft motion, he parts your wet folds with his fingers before laving his tongue from your hole to your clit in a long, slow lick.

“Oh my- fuck!” You moan, hips stuttering forward to chase his touch as he keeps lapping at your pussy. No inch of you is ignored, open mouthed kisses and lewd licks making your skin glisten with a combination of your own slick and his saliva. His fingers continue to give shallow pumps into your tight hole as his tongue kitten licks your pearl.

“Baby, please.” You whimper, easing his fingers out of you. Neo’s eyes open wider as he scoots back up, a flash of alarm on his face as he jumps to the assumption that something went wrong and you want to stop. You quiet him with another kiss, smiling against his lips as you taste yourself on his tongue. “I want you inside me.”

“Are you sure?” He asks softly, barely a whisper. His hands go to your hips, his thumb rubbing soft circles against your skin. “I don't wanna ruin this by doing too much too fast.”

“You’re not going to.” You murmur, teasing the leaking tip of his cock with your entrance. He gives a jerky nod, unable to fight down his own need any longer. He bites his bottom lip almost hard enough to draw blood as you sink down onto him, the tight, wet heat of your pussy feeling like heaven around him. The slow, gentle way you rock your hips down sends his mind spinning and his head falling back against the headboard with a soft thud. Neo clenches his jaw as you moan, trying to keep from coming too soon.

“Oh, fuck!” He gasps, powerful thighs twitching under your as he fights the urge to buck up into your welcoming core. A hiss passes through his teeth as he gets himself under control, letting you show him what you want. “Feels s’good, baby, so fuckin’ good-”

The feeling of fullness shoots up your spine like a rocket, forcing your back to arch and press your chest against his. This isn't a primal, animal feeling of being stuffed to the point of breaking. This is completion.

You press your forehead against his as you start to ride him, feeling the sweat beading on his skin. His eyes are half lidded and hazy as he watches you take your pleasure from him. Neo’s hands are still on your waist, simply holding onto you to achor himself against the swelling tide of pleasure.

“God, yes-” You moan in a sigh as you grind your clit against his pelvis.

You keep looking into his eyes as you move your hips in a sensual rhythm. You only lift up enough to let a few inches of his cock out of your heat before sliding back down again to the hilt. The only sounds in the room are your mewling groans of pleasure mixing with his deeper ones. You're sharing breath, panting into each other's mouths and inhaling the same oxygen with barely any separation between you. Neo lets out a sound close to a whine, feeling his orgasm tightening at the base of his spine.

“Baby, I'm s-so- shit!” His voice trails off into a high whimper at your walls clenching around him. “I'm gonna come, please come with me-”

You nod, too close to your own release to bother with forming words. You roll your hips down one final time that sends you both off the edge and into ecstasy. Neo's eyes roll back as his orgasm crashes over him like a tidal wave, all-consuming and inescapable as he empties inside you. Your own release has you grinding against him, drawing out the pleasure until your thighs ache. Clinging to each other, you both try to come down from the high as aftershocks wrack through your nerves. You're boneless against him and he would be the same if it wasn't for the headboard propping him up.

“New rule…” Neo pants softly as he starts to catch his breath, running his fingertips up and down your spine and feeling you shiver. “We’re always honest with each other about what we're feeling… especially if it's about sex.”

You laugh, your voice hoarse as you reply. “Sounds good to me.”

A/N: Ughhh need him need him need him <3

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cuddleyhoney · 14 days ago

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red string fate.

pairing. neo x reader.

synopsis. Suddenly, the person you most loved vanished out of thin air. When you’re about to crumble under the weight of loneliness, you discover what was really parting the both of you; matrix.

classification. fluff, hurt/comfort, twin souls love.

Thomas Anderson has always been the reason you’re alive. He saved you during the dark times, helped you to go through life like it was a sweet thing. The word boyfriend felt too small for whatever he was for you.

You were both laying in the bed, side to side, his hands gently tracing the features of your face. Your nose, your lips, your cheeks.

— You know I will always love you, right, baby? — He asked with adoration in his voice, and you nodded. Your insides clenched, and you felt nausea at the farewell tone in his voice. Like he was planning to go away.

— I will always love you too, Tom. I think I would die without you. — It’s toxic and immature, but you can’t help but act out of desperation. Thomas sighs, leaning to kiss your forehead gently.

But whatever happened, it was worst than you had ever imagine. Thomas didn’t leaved out, he disappeared. It was like he never existed in this world. You tried everything, searching for documents, practically invading Metacortex and asking his boss about Thomas. Yeah, that ended up on a scrapped knee after the security guards threw you on the street.

Your final try was to drive thirteen hours until his mothers house, only to find out an abandoned mausoleum. “My mom was very sick before me. She says I saved her. Kinda crazy, isn’t?” You remembered the words clearly, and it feels like a punch to the gut. The wind felt harsh, unforgiving on your skin, and on that day, you truly wondered if you were going crazy. Maybe you were so pathetic you hallucinated about a perfect, handsome guy who was you boyfriend. Maybe it was all a lie. On your knees, on the dirt ground, you sobbed your lungs out, every tremble feeling like a shock, every tear pouring like acid.

— Neo, we can’t just unplug a human because you miss their presence. You know what the matrix means? She’s already fragile, the chances of her killing herself after waking up are high. We can’t deal with this. — Morpheus explained calmly, albeit he was already losing his patience. Neo was closely watching the matrix simulation, you specifically. Your suffering was also felt by him. The man sighed, touching the screen of the computer as if he could touch you, hoping you would be safe in matrix.

You were as safe as someone living a lie could be. Your world returned to be grey and cold, like very other part of this city. You tried to live everyday like Thomas was still there. It was pathetic and sad, but it was the only way you could get going. Hugging and kissing your pillow during the nights, picking two mugs in the mornings, sendings texts to the “invalid number” in your telephone. It was easier than accepting the truth, to confront yourself.

But the nights were cold, and unforgiving. The walls of your apartment started to squeeze you, loneliness chewing on your bones. You ran to the first downtown bar, hoping drowning yourself in alcohol would help in something, but it just made it worse. Every sip of cheap vodka made you remember the first time you drank with Thomas, how it ended up with both of you making love in a dark, empty alley. It was dirty and debauched, but also romantic, everything you ever wanted.

The way back to your apartment wasn’t a place were a lady should walk alone, and piss drunk like you were. As you tried to stumble back to your apartment, you heard whistles, and then mocking voices. A group of around four or five men were gathered, looking at you like a prize they intended to win. If Thomas was here nothing of this would happen. And with that thought, you sprinted so fast you felt your lungs screaming at you. You didn’t even look back when storming inside your building, only stopping when you were inside the safety of your apartment.

The pain was too much to bear. You were just miserable, jumping from day to day, with no friends, no family, no company. There wasn’t a reason to stay alive, not anymore.

— Morpheus, I’m begging you! I know her, she’s going to kill herself. She could be here, could be in Zion, between real humans, but you choose to let her stay in the matrix? The simulation is bending things, the agents know she’s was close to me! — Neo argued, his loud voice could be heard by everyone in the ship.

— Exactly, Neo! What makes you think this isn’t a trap? That they aren’t waiting to catch you in the exact second you step on the simulation? — Morpheus could be right, but Neo would never accept this. Would never accept losing you.

— I don’t care! I will kill them as I did before. Stop speaking about my girlfriend like she is some dumb computer program, she’s as valuable as I am for this ship! — But before they could go on, it was Trinity who stormed between them, plugging herself to the matrix. You were heavily confused when a tall, harsh looking woman dressed in black leather stormed inside your apartment, but you were so drunk you barely questioned.

When she offered you the blue and the red pill, saying you could choose between the harsh truth and the sweet lie, you just knew Thomas was involved in this. Without a second thought, you picked the red pill, swallowing it in seconds. The awakening was rude, and confusing. When they explained to you what the matrix simulation was, you comprehended it easier. So you weren’t crazy, you were just in an induced coma, living in a programmed simulation created by sentient machines who wanted revenge on humanity.

Trinity helped you to move to a room, your bedroom now. It was a cold, meta cubicle with a mattress and a desk. The place was lifeless, but not much different from what you were used before. While you rested, you could hear faint voices outside your bedroom, but with the tiredness and grogginess, you slept heavily.

You were already used to the tricks your mind played to you. You would often feel soft touches while sleeping, a faint caress in your skin, sometimes even feeling kisses if you’re lucky enough. But this feels too vivid, too real. It’s like he’s really there, holding you, petting your back, kissing the back of your neck. You just stay there, frozen in place, trying to prolong the sensation, to milk every single second you have. But then, the kisses started to rise, warm and chaste lips kissing all over your face, your cheeks, your forehead. A soft, stray tear fell from you eyes, everything being simply too much to bear. Your mind was being utterly cruel now, sending you those hallucinations.

— Why are you crying? — His deep, angelic voice resonated in your head, and you just wanted to cry further, to bury yourself on the mattress and disappear. — Because you’re not real…— The voice then chuckled, the masculine sound squeezing your heart tightly.

— I’m very much real, thank you. Care to open your eyes, lovely? It’s been too long without the sight of them….— As much as you wanted to open your eyes, you were afraid of meeting with a empty bed on your side. You just stayed there, breathing heavily, waiting until the inevitable moment where you would open your eyes and… — Owl!! — You automatically exclaimed, jumping on the bed when Neo’s fingers pinched the inside of your arm with strength. The pain felt ten times heightened now that you were out of the matrix, but it was all forgotten when you finally saw him. Your arms flew to his neck, wrapping him so tightly he could barely breath. Neo didn’t care, not at all, hugging your waist with the same force, caressing your back as you sobbed your lungs out.

— I-I thought I was crazy, Neo… All this time searching for you, it was like you never existed…— As your slurred words started to come out, he shushed you, guiding your head to his shoulder with his hand on the back of your neck. Both of you had no idea of how much time passed, but as you inevitably got hungry, your stomach growling, he took you to the kitchen of the ship, not leaving your side for a second.

— And how is it? Living like the one? — You asked after a long time of conversation with him, eating a disgusting grey slop.

— Well… it’s confusing. One day you’re just a nerd loser… then, the salvation of humanity depends on you. But I think the worst was not having you by my side. — Cupping his hand softly, you smiled at his words.

— I was confused too…when trinity came to me, I was already accepting the fact you just lived in my imagination. That I was crazy, that you weren’t real…

— I’m always going to find you… no matter what. — Neo promised, looking deep into your eyes. You could almost melt at them, so brown, so warm. It felt like being in heaven. A comfortable silence fell around, just both of you. And everything felt right again.

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