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peachy-princess777 · 11 days

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Imagine of a singer boyfriend

singer!bf x reader

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"Y/S/B" means "your singer boyfriend" also this story is in third person 🤷

Warnings: p in v,nipple play?,oral (male receiving),one "denied" orgasm,and teasing

In the shadowed sanctum of the backstage area, Y/S/B fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, his heart racing in a peculiar rhythm that had nothing to do with the impending performance. His girlfriend, Y/N, sat cross-legged on a chair, surrounded by the chaotic pattern of last-minute preparations. She was a vision of calm amidst the swirling maelstrom of activity, her eyes closed as she listened to the muffled bass of the opening act's soundcheck. Y/S/B envied her serenity

He leaned against the wall, trying to disguise the noticeable bulge in his pants. It had been fifteen agonizing minutes since the unexpected arousal had struck him. His mind raced with thoughts of canceling the show, finding a quiet corner, or perhaps a deserted dressing room, where he and Y/N could indulge in a passionate interlude. But Y/N was firm in her refusal. She knew the importance of this night for his career, and she wasn't about to let his desires overshadow his success.

The scent of hairspray and the faint whiff of sweat mingled with the coolness of the air conditioning, creating an oddly erotic atmosphere. Despite her reluctance, Y/N couldn't help but feel the heat rising within her. She knew what he needed, but she also knew that this was not the time nor the place. She kept her eyes closed, focusing on her breathing, willing herself to remain composed.

Y/S/B's eyes darted around the room, searching for a brief escape. The walls seemed to close in on him as the minutes ticked by, the pressure of his erection growing more unbearable with each passing second. His bandmates exchanged questionable glances, the tension in the room palpable. They had seen this side of him before, but never to this extent. He was like a caged animal, desperate for release.

The sound of the opening act's final notes resonated through the walls, and the murmur of the crowd grew louder. The anticipation was suffocating, and the air thick with it. Y/S/B took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. The time was drawing near, and he knew he had to get his head in the game. He shot Y/N a pleading look, but she merely offered a sympathetic smile and a gentle shake of her head. Her eyes spoke volumes—there would be no reprieve until after the show.

He gritted his teeth and took a step back, his hand sliding into his pocket to subtly adjust himself. The fabric of his jeans felt like sandpaper against his sensitive skin. He watched as the band's manager, a stern figure with a clipboard and a headset, approached with a stern look. "Y/S/B, you're on in five. Get your head in the game." He'd heard that before.

Y/N opened her eyes and met his gaze, her expression softening. She slid off the chair and walked over to him, placing a reassuring hand on his chest. "You've got this," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "I'll be here waiting for you." Her hand trailed down to the bulge, giving it a playful squeeze before she turned and disappeared into the thrum of the bustling backstage.

The final countdown had begun, and Y/S/B's bandmates were already gathering their instruments, the sound of tuning guitars and drum checks piercing the air. He took one last, longing look at Y/N's retreating form before striding out to face the stage. The roar of the crowd washed over him like a wave, drowning out the throb of his need. He took a deep breath and stepped into the spotlight, the rush of adrenaline a welcome distraction from his earlier discomfort.

The opening chords of his hit song filled the arena, and Y/S/B threw himself into the performance, his voice soaring and raw. The energy of the audience fueled him, pushing him to give his all despite the persistent ache in his pants. He danced and sang with a passion that had the crowd screaming his name, their hands reaching out to him like a sea of adoration.

The lights above him grew brighter, the music pulsed through his body, and the lyrics flowed from his lips. Yet, the promise of release remained just out of reach, a tantalizing reminder of what awaited him once the final notes had been played. He could feel the tension in his muscles, the tightness in his jeans, and the throb of his pulse in his cock.

The setlist sped by in a blur of lights, applause, and sweat. The final song approached, and with it, the promise of relief. He sang the chorus with a desperate intensity that resonated with the audience, their cheers a symphony of approval that seemed to echo his own need. As the music reached its crescendo, Y/S/B threw his microphone into the air and let the crowd's adoration wash over him. He knew that once the stage lights dimmed, his own private performance would begin.(👀)

The moment the final chord strummed, he sprinted offstage, dodging congratulatory slaps on the back and the frantic gestures of his bandmates. He could feel the bulge in his pants with every step, a silent reminder of the promise Y/N had made. His heart raced as he navigated the labyrinth of corridors, the throb in his cock matching the tempo of his sprint. The applause grew distant, replaced by the sound of his own ragged breathing and the pounding of his boots on the cold, concrete floor.

Bursting through the backstage door, he found her leaning against his car, the gleaming metal a stark contrast to her soft, inviting form. She had changed into a short, black dress that clung to her curves like a second skin, her legs seemingly endless in their high-heeled boots. Her eyes, dark with desire, locked onto his, and she smirked, her hand sliding down to tease the fabric of her dress. "Ready for your encore?" she purred.

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The car's interior was a cocoon of darkness, the tinted windows offering them a semblance of privacy amidst the chaos of the venue. Y/S/B didn't bother with the door handle; he practically threw himself into the backseat, his need for her overwhelming any semblance of decorum. Y/N followed, her movements fluid and deliberate, the click of the lock echoing through the quiet like a gunshot.

Her dress rode up as she straddled him, and she peeled it over her head, revealing a matching black lace lingerie set that left little to the imagination. His hands roamed her body, his calloused fingertips tracing the smooth curves of her hips, her breasts, her neck. Her skin was hot to the touch, and she moaned softly as his thumb found her hardened nipple, rolling it gently.

Y/N reached down and fumbled with his belt, her own need for him now palpable. She managed to unbuckle it, her hand shaking slightly, and slid down to the floor of the car, pulling down his zipper. His cock sprang free, and she took it in her hand, stroking it lightly. The feel of her soft, warm grip was almost too much for him to bear. He groaned, his head falling back against the headrest.

Her mouth descended upon him, and she took him in deep, her tongue swirling around the tip before sliding down his length. Y/S/B's hips bucked involuntarily, and he grabbed onto the leather of the seat, his knuckles white with the effort of not pushing her head down further. The heat of her mouth was a stark contrast to the coolness of the car's air conditioning, and he could feel himself getting closer to the edge.

But she knew better than to let him come so quickly. Y/N pulled away, leaving him gasping, and climbed back onto his lap. She reached behind her and unclipped her bra, letting her breasts spill out. He groaned, leaning forward to take a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard as she rocked against him. The friction of her lace panties against his cock was maddening, and he could feel the wetness seeping through the fabric.

Her hand slid down to pull her thong to the side and grip his shaft, guiding it to her entrance. She paused for a moment, savoring the anticipation, before sinking down onto him with a gasp. He was thick, filling her completely, and she felt herself stretch around him. Y/S/B's eyes rolled back in his head, his grip tightening on her hips as she began to move, rising and falling in a slow, torturous rhythm.

The car's springs protested with every movement, but neither of them cared. They were lost in their own world, a universe of pleasure that revolved solely around the connection of their bodies. The sounds of their passion filled the car, muffled groans and the wet slap of skin against skin. The scent of their desire mingled with the leather and the faint tang of gasoline from the engine.

Y/N's hands were tangled in Y/S/B's hair, pulling him closer as he kissed along her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin. She could feel the throb of his cock inside her, the veins pulsing in time with his racing heartbeat. She tightened her muscles around him, her movements becoming more erratic as she approached her climax.

Y/S/B's eyes snapped open, staring into hers as he felt her tighten around him. He knew she was close, and the thought of her coming apart in his arms was more than he could handle. He reached between them and began to rub her clit with his thumb, the added friction sending her over the edge. Her back arched, and she let out a cry that was muffled by his mouth as she came, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm.

The sight of her pleasure was too much for him to hold back. He thrust up into her, his own climax crashing over him like a wave. He filled her, the feeling of her warmth enveloping him sending shockwaves through his body. They remained entwined for a moment, their breathing ragged and their hearts pounding in time.

As the last echoes of their shared ecstasy faded, reality began to seep back in. The distant sound of fans clamoring outside the venue was a stark reminder of the world that waited for him. Y/N leaned down, kissing him softly, tasting the salt of his sweat on his lips. She slid off his lap and readjusted her dress, her movements graceful despite the urgency.

Y/S/B took a deep breath, his chest still heaving. He pulled up his pants and zipped them with a trembling hand, the aftermath of their passion leaving him both sated and exhilarated. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so alive, so connected to someone. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Y/N flashed him a mischievous smile as she slid her panties back into place. "Thank me after you win your Grammy," she teased, her voice light and airy. She knew how much this show meant to him, and she was willing to do whatever it took to keep him grounded—even if it meant putting her own desires on hold until the very last moment.

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artsynoova · 2 months

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👨‍👨‍👧‍👦 for Benjamin and Cassandra?

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 FAMILY WITH MOTHER, FATHER, SON AND DAUGHTER — how many people are in your oc’s immediate family? how many people are in your oc’s extended family? do they have aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, etc? who in their family are they closest with? are they close with their birth family, or do they have a found family?

Ohohoh okay! So sorry for the long way but this is actually a beast of a question cause their families play an important part on the story, and I was actually debating a lot of things regarding their families members, son changed, a few were cut. But I have figure a lot of things out so let´s go!

So, let´s get something out of the way, cause of the way Ben and Cassy got into their “adventure” , being the night the Mouse Queen attacked the toy kingdom, all their family members believe they are dead, so yeah, fun times Let´s begin then

Ben´s Family

This is his immediate family. In extended, I have just planned for him his grandparents: From his mother side they are alive, but live far away, and from his parental side, they die when is father and uncle were young.

Ben has a complicated relationship with his family. He was really close with his mother Adeline, he helped a lot with his siblings, and they used to play the piano together when they had time. Ben was the light of Adeline´s life, when he “died” she took it very hard

With his father…Their relationship is complicated. Cristobal cared for his son, of course, and when he was younger, they had a better relationship, but his ambition led him to use the talents of his son. He was the one who ended up pushing Ben to try to be one of the candidates to break Pirlipat´s curse, which would end in the tragic end…The guilt still haunts him.

Ben had another parental figure, and that was his mentor and uncle: Christian Elias. Elias is the royal clock maker, Ben looked up to him since he was little, Elias notice Ben´s curious looks when he was working, so he started to teach Ben what he knew about his work, and so Ben became his apprentice. Ben loved spending time with his uncle, even when the social events he had to attend got him nervous, it was worth it.Elias took him to new places and let him be a dork about things he likes. Elias was involved in finding a way to break Pirlipat´s curse, and when Ben was chosen as one of the candidates, he tried his best to stop it, since he didn´t want Ben to lose his freedom. He was distraught with Ben´s fate, he is the only one who knows he is not dead, as he saw him turn into a nutcracker, and he is doing all he can to find him, but no one believes him when he tolds thim he is out there,they think he has gone mad with grief

Ben loves his siblings, he took care of them a lot. While close with Bruno when little, Bruno grew jealous of Ben,for being talented with dolls and clocks, it became worse when Ben got chosen as a Candidate. Really close with Luka and Marie, although the later doesn´t really remember a lot of him in the present.

SO yeah, complicated relationship with his birth family, does he has a found family? Kind of. He lived with a few free Nutcrackers when he was just turned into one, Maxim, their leader, found him and took care of him. While grateful, the fear of what happened the night he got curse still haunted him, and he couldn´t live when them, and decided to leave. They still have a special place in his heart.

Now is Cassy´s turn

This is her immediate family. From her extended family: Maternal side, she has her grandparents, whom had 7 children, Alma being the oldest daugther. From his father side, her grandparents and two uncles. Don´t know how many cousins, but they are a few!

Cassy ADORES her family,both Birth and Found family (We´ll get to the found in a bit). Growing up, she was closest to her father,Samuel, he is a fun and caring man, they cook and goof around together, she got her big heart from him. Cassy loves her mother Alma ,but she also wanted to prove herself to her. Alma being a respected sorceress in her town, Cassy wanted to be just like her, and Alma took her daughter ambition seriously, and push hers to be her best. They took her “death” very hard. Alma started to resent the Toy Kingdom in general,and Samuel became a lot quieter than he was

Cassy loves her siblings very much, and think constantly about them. She was really close to David, he was like her right hand man, if she had something important to share, David knew about it first and vice versa. With Hortensia, well, they had the most common sibling relationship, they loved each other but they constantly fought, but they always reconcile (The Song sister hate always makes me think about them) Thomas being the youngest, she treat him as the baby of the family he is

Now, after getting curse, Cassy got separated from them, and while she tried, differents reason made it almost impossible for her to reunite to them. But don´t worry! She wasn´t alone! She made a Cursed family, cursed in the magical sense

We have Aziel first! he has been cursed since he can remember, and for this, he was abandoned when he was really young. He managed to survive on his own, but then he found Casandra, after she had just been cursed. He took care of her, and with time, they became a family. They trust each other with their lives, and Azi is one of the few people that Cassy trusts to treat her wounds without hesitation.

Then we have Damian, he is also cursed. He was on his own for a while, He struggled to survive, he didn't know what to do for a while, desperate, he started to steal and con people, He lived like that for a while, when he met Azi and Cassy, he tried to scam them. Telling them he knew more about their curse, and that he would help, for a price of course.

And they have been together since! They have their disagreements and misfortunes, but they do their best

So yeah! That is it! This was a long one! Thank you for the ask!Sorry for the wait!

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