#Hollywood get your grind on

[fandomrantsandtwittertakes]

Let’s be real it ain’t enemies to lovers unless the villain is an overpowered ruler of darkness who is willing to give the world to the humble protector of the light

[3d-wifey]

NSFT Alphabet: MK1 Johnny Cage Edition

A/N: Wrote this to hold you Johnny girls (gender neutral) over until I finish that smut 😙 Plus, I find writing these Alphabets for a character in preparation to write full-fledged smut for them is very helpful in capturing accurate characterization. It's almost like a writing exercise. I've written three different ones so far and I tried to keep them in character, if that makes sense. Like, I tried putting their personality and language in it. Okay, enjoy.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Talking. So much talking. But, honestly, did you expect anything else? As he’s pulling out, as he’s carrying you to the shower, as you’re washing his hair. And when it inevitably leads to shower sex, he’s talking then too. You’ll never meet a man who loves the sound of his own voice more than Johnny Cage.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

Uh, how ‘bout the artillery canons strapped to his arms? C’mon, I mean, who wouldn’t want a ticket to the gun show? 

Face. Is saying your face too cliche? Hear him out! You want specifics? He can do specifics! He likes the dimples that pop in your cheeks when he finally gets you to laugh at one of his jokes, the little crease you get between your eyebrows when he’s pissed you off, the adorable way your nose scrunches up when he does that one thing with his tongue that drives you crazy. See? Specifics!

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Pull out game…very weak. Embarrassingly weak, actually. He swears he’s never had this problem before. His ability to pull out in the nick of time has always been something he’s prided himself on. However, he vastly underestimated just how good you’d feel. He’s clean, you’re clean, and, hey! You both prefer the feeling of hitting it raw, the way nature intended it. However, your pussy’s like wet kryptonite. And he’s only a man. A very awesome man, but a man nonetheless. So birth control it is! Or, if you’re turned off by all the side effects, he can be talked into a vasectomy. It’s either that or give up the sweet, sweet embrace of your walls when he’s balls deep. 

On second thought, that vasectomy sounds pretty tempting. It is reversible, right?

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Johnny would leak his own sex tape. Plain and simple. He’d leak it from a burner account and watch the chaos ensue. There’s no shame in his game. Hey, it’s ranked the Number 1 Celebrity sex tape for a reason.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Is this even a question? Actors, singers, models, directors, producers. He’s THE Johnny Cage, Hollywood royalty. He’s fucked actual royalty. You’re in good hands—as long as he cares about you. If you’re a random hookup, then he’s not really working for your pleasure here. You’ll definitely cum, but it’s mainly a pit stop on his way to the finish line. 

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Reverse cowgirl. Johnny’s an ass man, through and through. He loves fucking up into you and watching your ass ripple with both of your movements. And he loves holding onto you. Big hands grabbing your waist, hips, thighs, and especially your ass. He also loves seeing you both in action. So reverse cowgirl + some artfully placed full-length mirrors = Him wrapping his arms around your stomach, rubbing at your clit, and forcing you to watch yourself as you desperately grind against him, AKA Heaven. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Oh, c’mon. It isn’t like him to be serious in any situation. He’s gotta slip a joke in every now and then. Get it? Slip a joke in?

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Wax on, wax off, baby. Smoother than a seal. Or, uh, some other sexy, hairless animal. You mourn when he waxes his happy trail. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

You’ll be surprised by how charming he can be. It’s not all jokes and great orgasms. It’s also loving touches, reverent compliments, and amazing orgasms.

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

He’s got a healthy libido and a pretty stacked schedule, so sometimes a quick introduction between his hand and mini Johnny can’t be helped. But he’s also got a smoking hot girlfriend (you), so jerking off by himself is a rare occurrence. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Exhibitionism. What can he say? He’s a performer at heart and he loves an audience. But nothing crazy, just your average celebrity having sex on a yacht that’s in full view of the paparazzi. Or the occasional jerking off with you telling him how fast or slow to go. Oh, and you can’t forget about the sex tapes. Man, with the amount of videos he has of the two of you going at it, he could start an archive. You two have definitely ended up on the cover of TMZ and the front page of Twitter.

Voyeurism. But only for you. He’s enthralled by anything you do, including how many of your much smaller fingers will you stuff inside yourself to replicate the feeling of him stretching you wide. It usually leads to you begging for him to touch you, something else he’s in love with. Nothing wrong with a little hands-on audience participation.

Dirty talk. Normally, dirty talk is kind of basic to any old romp in the hay, but Johnny, being Johnny, puts his own Cage flair on it. Those corny oneliners somehow translate to the perfect thing to say to get you hot. He’s like Shakespear, if Shakespear was good-looking and not a virgin. You know what they say: everything sounds better when you’re horny. Who says that? Uh…

Fighting/Sparing which always leads to blood play. Winning a match gets Johnny’s blood pumping. The adrenaline of escaping death and the crowd hyping him up. And the crux of it all is you who happens to get especially wet when he comes to you covered in blood, grinning with a glint in his eyes that’s poorly hidden behind his blood-speckled sunglasses (a glint that many may describe as mania). And it certainly goes the other way. Watching you kick ass makes him harder than a diamond. Sparing together is a no-brainer that leads to fucking on his gym floor, or, honestly, wherever you two fall. Lui Kang must regret making you two his champions in this timeline with how often he’s walked in on you two. Offering to let him join probably doesn’t soften the blow, but, hey, it’s only polite.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

In his mansion. In one of his lavish beds, or pressed up against the wall-length windows. In his Bentley or in the back of his limo. He’s a big fan of fingering you under the table at an award show and then fucking you in a bathroom at said award show when he should definitely be on stage presenting. For whatever reason, walking the red carpet always gets him worked up. And going to the club together always ends with you riding him in the VIP section.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Such a complex question for a man with complex taste. I’m joking, Johnny is so easy. It’s actually ridiculous how easily you turn him on. Laugh at his joke, hard. Complement his acting or fighting, hard. Running your fingers through his hair/scratching his scalp, hard. Feel him up/tease him in any context, hard. You’re covered in blood after a win, hard, hard, rock hard.

“Are you King Midas? Cuz you make me hard with just one touch.”

“That one was actually kinda clever.” 

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Nothing too gross. He’s all for sloppy, messy sex, but he has to draw the line somewhere. There’s nasty 👁🫦👁 and there’s n a s t y 👁👄👁. 

He likes to tease/do the opposite of what you say, but if you’re not 100% on board with what he’s doing, then he’s stopping it then and there. Remember: there’s nothing sexier than explicit consent!

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Preferred to receive before he started dating you, and only ever had the urge to go down on someone if he had been drinking before. After you started dating, he definitely loved it whenever you gave him head, but he didn’t realize how much pleasure he could get from giving you pleasure. 

He loves sloppy head, giving and receiving, so if you weren’t wet before, you definitely will be after he gets his mouth on you. 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on when and where you’re doing it. And if you two are “allowed” to be doing it in said place.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Big fan of the guy who came up with the idea of quickies, enough said. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

C’mon. He’s the leading source of your sex tapes getting leaked. I mean, how do you think the paps keep finding you in compromising positions? A little tip-off to them while you take his tip, ha!

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

It’s like he runs off horsepower, good God. If you’re trying to go until he’s tired out, it’s gonna be a couple of rounds until then.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He’s a fan of dildos. Specifically, watching you fuck yourself with one. “Go ahead, baby. Show me how bad you want me.” And show him, you do. God, you know how to put on a show. But you shouldn’t have to settle for some random dildo. You’re with the Cage man, and he would get a mold of his dick made for you. And they say he’s not romantic. 

Strap-on. That’s it. And he takes it well ;).

Remote-controlled vibrators, for you and him. Hell, let’s make a game out of it. See who can last the longest in public, there are no losers! 

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

His version of teasing is doing the opposite of what you said to do. You want him to speed up? He’s slowing down and making sure you feel every inch inside you. Oh, keep his hands above his head? You gonna make him? He’s a total brat, but you knew what you were getting yourself into when you agreed to date him.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Heh, yeahhh. He’s real loud. Moans, groans, screams, whimpers. You name it, he’s doing it. It’s the performer in him. And because he knows you like how he sounds.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

Tattoos? Sexy as hell. If you were to ever get his name tattooed on you (preferably a tramp stamp), then you might as well start planning what flowers you want in your bouquet. I could see him getting your name tattooed on him too. Probably on his pelvis, in the middle of his v-line. In case anyone ever needs a reminder of who his dick belongs to.  

Type of guy to dedicate a Mortal Kombat match to you, and then lose. Ah, I’m joking. He’d beat his opponent’s ass all because you promised him victory sex if he won and he doesn’t take victory sex lightly.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s got an 8.5–8.9 inch hog, shower not a grower. Little Johnny isn’t so little. There’s a reason he’s alright with doing full-frontal nudity if the scene calls for it. They’ve had to CG out his bulge in post-production in every Ninja Mime movie. It’s not his fault spandex happens to be the clingiest material known to man.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Higher than Mount Fuji. He’s a stallion in his prime with a gorgeous girlfriend. His spare time is filled with filling you. And you both tend to feed off of each other, so all it takes is for one of you to be the tiniest bit turned on, and then, boom! You’re both desperately grinding against each other in a supply closet. Ain’t that just the way?

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Depends. He’s kind of like a dog that needs to tire himself out before he can sleep. 

Click for a Johnny Cage-shaped surprise👀👀

[venuslut]

FANTASIZING ABOUT making out with yuuta okkotsu ♡︎.

It was bound to happen. It’s a known fact that you’re obsessed with your boyfriend and can’t go a few minutes without touching or kissing him. Like now, when you both were supposed to be watching a movie comfortably in the living room. A cheesy romantic comedy featuring a couple of Hollywood pretty boys and equally attractive women, with a bowl of popcorn loaded with butter and salt on the coffee table in front of the couch.

The movie was great, however; you and yuuta did not last long before getting in a heated makeout session that consumed all your attention. All initiated by you of course. You had started by shifting your position to lean your front more towards his side, still sitting next to him. Licking your lips as they form into a mischievous smile. Yuuta could tell the exact moment you lost interest in the movie and turned your attention to him. He stayed levelheaded, trying to maintain his own focus but it was hard when your hand moved from his hand to rest on top of his thigh. He knew what you were doing and he didn’t even have to look at you to see the look of lust in your eyes. If he did, he knew he’d fold immediately and he really wanted to watch this movie. But when you leaned closer and started to kiss along his jaw and neck, all concentration was lost.

Before you knew it, you were sitting on Yuuta’s lap and straddling his waist, your ass perfectly aligned on his cock and your hair shielding you both from the world. His hands moved to grip your hips firmly, his touch eager and desperate. You didn’t waste any time in locking your lips to his, claiming them in a passionate kiss. Taking charge, your tongue teased the seam of his lips, seeking entrance. Yuuta kissed back, matching your fervent pace and opening his mouth to let you in. Moaning when you grinded against his growing erection, reveling in the friction between your bodies, the heat and wetness building with each movement.

Your tongue eagerly glides against his, your lips beginning to become swollen and hotter after every kiss. As you passionately kissed him, Yuuta's hand drifted up, tangling in your hair. He pulled your hair gently, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, pulling you closer against him. He could feel the heat radiating from your body, the way your curves fit perfectly against him, and it only fueled his desire further. Then, His hand roamed down your back, slipping beneath the fabric of your dress and gripping your ass possessively, making you gasp and ruching your dress up in the process. His fingers kneaded the soft flesh, relishing in the way it fit perfectly in his large hand. He pressed you harder against him, his need for friction and you overpowering any desire to watch the movie. Surprisingly, or maybe not considering it was you, but you weren’t wearing any underwear under your dress, wanting to fully embody the statement ‘easy access’. It was like you were planning for this to happen and the thought made Yuuta’s cock throb in his pant. And you kept grinding against his bulge, enjoying the friction and delightful nudge of your clit.

Your lips danced together, your tongue plundering his mouth. When you pulled away, you opened your own mouth to extend your long tongue. Leaning forward to bring your tongues together before slipping into a sloppy kiss, your tongues exploring the other’s mouth. Then momentarily parting to repeat the cycle of licking your tongues in an erotic fashion. It was messy and heated, drool trickling down your chins. As your tongues entwined in a passionate dance within your mouths, your senses were overwhelmed with the taste of him, a heady mix of your combined saliva. The sensation of his warm, velvety appendage sliding against your own had you leaning forward to deepen the kiss more, your stomach tightened with desire.

A moan escaped your lips as your hips ground against his, muffled by the fervent connection you shared. The slick sounds of your tongues exploring each other only served to fuel the fire burning within you both, intensifying the raw and primal yearning that had taken hold. Your lips finally broke apart, leaving a trail of glistening saliva connecting you as you both gasped for breath. Yuuta's lips trailed a path down your jawline, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. He found your pulse point, his teeth grazing against it as he left a mark, a reminder of this encounter. Continuing his journey, he resumed placing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, leaving trails of saliva and suck marks in his wake.

"Mmm...you taste so goddamn good," he groaned against your skin before biting down, again, lightly on your collarbone, eliciting a soft yelp from you that sent shivers of pleasure coursing through him. He moved lower, trailing kisses down your cleavage and over your exposed chest. One of his hands ventured higher from your ass, cupping your breast through the fabric of your dress, his thumb brushing against your hardened nipple. Your hands slide down from his face to grip at his shoulders, your face is red and you pant, whimpering while he kisses your neck. You tilt your head up and to the side to give him more access to your neck. “Okko…” you mumbled. “You’re so soft,” he whispered into your skin, licking from your collarbone up the base of your throat.

Yuuta looks so cute when you get a good look at him, his face flushed red and his eyes glazed over with need. You may be the needy one but he’s always sure to deliver, and you loved pushing him past his limits to drop the ‘shy boy’ act and properly handle you. "You know I can't resist you when you look like this," he growled, nipping at your earlobe teasingly. His patience has grown thin and the desire to stuff his cock inside you has grown unbearable, and he needs to have you now. Yuuta stood up swiftly, lifting you effortlessly off the couch and carrying you towards the bedroom.

“You’re so needy, baby. That desperate for my cock? You know I can never deny you…”

[puddingyun]

tupelo . ݁₊ ⊹ j.yh

hollywood star!yunho x up-and-coming actress!reader

18+ mdni

: 3.6k words, smut, fluff, implied age gap, praise kink, light dom/sub, grinding, oral (f receiving), petnames (honey, sweetheart, darling, baby, little lady, bunny) :

day 9 of fff24 ♡ (a/n: this took me forever but i love it so much, hope you all do too!)

Humiliation bloomed in your chest, prickly and sour as it climbed up your neck and to your cheeks. It stung, digging its thorns into your skin and making tears fill your eyes. You sniffed and quickened your steps, determined not to let anybody see you cry. Your rush to get away from all the prying eyes around you had you out of breath by the time you reached Yunho's dressing room, your lungs screaming for air as you meekly pushed open the door. 

Inside you found Yunho, your senior in the industry both in years and fame, looking through outfits he'd commissioned for an upcoming show, his eyes narrowed and critical as they scanned over every stitch and wrinkle in the fabric. He was concentrated, but didn't startle at all when you cleared your throat.

"Are you busy?" you asked quietly, your voice croaky thanks not only to the absence of air in your lungs but also due to your aching heart. Yunho turned his head to look at you, his eyes widened at the sight of you and then quickly softened, a smile playing on his lips.

"No, honey, come in," he replied with a wave of his hand. You let out a sigh of relief and quickly shut the door behind you, trudging over to the plush sofa Yunho had ordered special for his dressing room and quickly curling up in the corner. 

Yunho's dressing room was often busy with other actors and singers and his friends, making it one of the busier and louder spots around the different sets, but Yunho's presence had made it a life preserver in a rough sea for you. Ever since you'd set out to become an actress Yunho had kept an eye on you, knowing that you were both from small towns and were something close to fish out of water in the big city where everybody else seemed to have connections. 

He let you nap on his sofa between lessons and auditions, helped you with your lines, and made sure things were going as smoothly as possible for you. He'd gotten to know your family when they came by to visit you and made it his business to look after you and guide you through every rough patch you faced. He was your protector and made life out here a little more bearable. His sweetness stoked the crush you'd had on him from the moment you met him, but you kept that to yourself, lest you lose the only friend you had out here. You weren't the quickest with learning lines or picking up the different publicity rules that were being thrown at you left and right, but you were eager to learn and always trying your best - that was all that really mattered to Yunho. 

Unfortunately, Yunho was the only one willing to look past all of your flaws to see the hard work you were putting in everyday.

"What're you doing here, sweetheart?" Yunho asked you suddenly, eyes still focused on the rack of clothing in front of him. "Aren't you supposed to be at a table read this afternoon?"

"I don't wanna go," you mumbled, feeling the nasty heat of humiliation prickling in the back of your throat once again. You felt Yunho's gaze move to fix on you and stubbornly pulled your knees up to your chest to hide your face against them. It was no use with the intensity of Yunho's stare, burning through any shield you tried to put up.

"C'mon, honey, you can't be skipping things just like that," he scolded, albeit gently. "Why're you here instead of where you're s'posed to be?"

"I just don't wanna go!" you yelled, all of your embarrassment and bitterness pouring into your voice so that it came out harsher than you'd meant it to. This only served to embarrass you more and you desperately pushed your face further into hiding.

"I don't appreciate you raisin' your voice at me like that, alright?" Yunho answered, firm without being harsh. "I promised your momma I would see to it that you got all your work done, I don't intend on lettin' her down." 

While it stung to be reprimanded by somebody you admired so deeply you found some comfort in the patience he had for you. You sniffed and worked up the courage to speak up, your voice trembling.

"I know, I just- I had a real bad day," you mumbled. You felt the couch dip beside you as Yunho sat by your side, stroking the top of your head to try to get you to come out of hiding. 

"I'm sorry, baby. Why don't you tell me what's going on so we can get you back to work, hm?" he asked, gentle as ever.

Reluctantly, you lifted your head and let the tears you'd been holding back roll down your cheeks. Yunho's expression melted immediately and he hugged you to his side so that you could cry quietly against his shoulder. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and squeezed you closer to him, humming fondly when you held onto a fistful of his shirt to ground yourself.

"Hush, baby, it's okay. What's got my darling all worked up, hm?" he cooed. As he spoke you could feel the rumble of his deep voice in his chest against your clenched fist, the feeling soothing you. 

"I can't keep up with everybody else, Yunho. Everybody's so far ahead and I'm always stuck rereading the same sentences like a dummy," you managed to push out between sobs, squeezing your eyes shut to push away the memory of everybody rolling their eyes at you and muttering cruel words when they thought you couldn't hear. "They all hate me and they're right to, I don't have the same talent everybody else does-"

"That isn't true at all, baby," Yunho interrupted sternly. You felt his thumbs brush across your cheeks, wiping away your tears and with them the sour feeling of your embarrassment. "I ain't seen anybody work as hard as you do. All them other kids are here 'cause their mommies and daddies are rich, you worked your ass off to get here and you deserve it more than any of 'em."

"You really think that?" you whispered, wanting oh-so-badly to believe him but struggling to forget the callous words you'd heard from everybody else. "You aren't just sayin' it to make me feel better?"

"Darlin'," Yunho said, pulling back from you enough to tilt your chin up to look at him. You opened your eyes and through the film of tears saw Yunho smiling at you, looking so enamoured and endeared that you could feel your stomach tying itself into knots. "'Course I think so. You work so goddamn hard, and you get better everyday. You're smart and gorgeous. Don't pay them any mind."

A different kind of heat flooded your chest this time, a kind that made your heart skip a beat and made you smile even when you willed yourself not to. 

"Thank you, Yunnie," you murmured, sniffling and letting go of his shirt where you'd had it held tightly in your fist. Even as you let go, wrinkles remained in the crisp fabric. You felt your smile turn to a pout at the sight of them and reached out in a futile attempt to smooth them out. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to mess up your shirt."

Yunho only clicked his tongue, taking your shaky, damp hand in his and stroking your knuckles with his thumb.

"You're too sweet for your own good, hon," he sighed, smiling when your eyes met his. "Listen. Anythin' you need, I'm right here for you. You don't need to worry your pretty head about anythin' at all."

"You're not gonna make me go to that table read, are you?" you whispered. Yunho shook his head, seeming amused that you would even ask. 

"Not today, no. How 'bout you stay here with me? Help me with some of my lines, hm?" he offered, leaning back against the sofa with one arm resting against its back, creating the perfect place for you to nestle against him, resting your head on his chest while his fingers drew shapes against your neck. The idea of helping Yunho with anything seemed so silly, as if there was anything he could learn from you, but when he patted his lap you laid your legs across his thighs without hesitation, giggling at how tolerant he was of your wrapping yourself around him. "There's that gorgeous laugh."

You bit your lip to stifle a giddy smile and hid your face further against his warm chest, concentrating your hardest as he began to recite lines from his latest script. 

For the rest of the afternoon the two of you worked through his script slowly, laughing at the cringeworthy lines and joking about the different characters' speech patterns. It didn't take you long to realise that Yunho must not be getting much work done at all, but any guilt you felt was quickly smoothed over by the proud, fond smiles Yunho would shoot your way each time you spoke a line in a cadence that was just right. 

By the time you'd finished reading through all of the sections Yunho had dog-eared you were almost falling asleep, eyelids heavy and heart soothed by his voice and all of his gentle touches. You lifted your head from where it had been resting on Yunho's chest and took in just how handsome he was. All the pictures you'd seen of him back home hadn't done him any justice. They couldn't capture the slope of his nose right, or the way his bottom lip looked when he distractedly bit it. They hadn't made your heart pound in your chest like it was doing now, its steady rhythm loud in your ears.

"Yunho?" you spoke softly, making him set his script aside and turn his attention to you. 

"What is it, bunny?" he asked, the sweet nickname making your heart do all kinds of somersaults. "You look sleepy, want me to take you home?"

You shook your head no, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you thought over your words.

"Thank you for... takin' care of me and all," you whispered, fidgeting nervously. "I know you got an awful lot of work to do but you always say you're not busy when I need something. Thank you, Yunnie."

"Oh, it's no problem, sweet thing. I got all the time in the world for you, you're my special girl," he said, the words so casual on his tongue that they seemed like second nature to him. To you, they lit a fire in your belly, one that warmed your cheeks and made your fidgeting multiply tenfold.

"You mean that? I'm your... girl?" you asked, unable to bring yourself to say the word 'special'. Yunho watched your expression and finally seemed to catch on to what it was that you were really trying to say. Instead of rolling his eyes like you'd expected him to do, he huffed a short laugh and smiled at you.

"Yes, darlin'. My special girl," he repeated. "Pretty, sweet little thing who comes to my dressing room and sits on my lap when she's tired, stealing my heart without realising." 

Your eyes widened and you went still, even the heartbeat thrumming in your ears seemed to get the hint and quieted down. Yunho's smile softened like butter in the hot sun and his hands moved to hold your waist, pulling you closer to him. 

"You alright with that, honey?" he asked, putting your comfort first just like every other time you came to him needing something. You bit your lip, letting his words sink in before you smiled at him and nodded. 

"Yeah," you breathed. At the sound of this Yunho leaned in and kissed your warm cheek, soft and tender unlike how you'd seen him kiss women in all the movies he'd starred in. You found that soft and tender made you far more dizzy than any rough approach would have, your head still spinning when he turned his head to press his lips against yours. 

A soft sound, somewhere between a sigh and a moan, rose in your throat and escaped your lips as Yunho shifted to press another kiss to your lips, his lips parting against yours this time. He tasted like cigarettes, expensive bourbon, and Cola, and his lips made your mouth tingle the same as the carbonated drink did. You smiled into the kiss when he nipped at your bottom lip, giggling and clambering into his lap with the help of his hands on your hips.

"I could get drunk just from kissin' you, little lady," he murmured, your dress bunching up where he squeezed you tight. Your hands came up to shyly hold his face, his barely-there stubble grazing your soft palms. When you tilted his face upwards he indulged you with another kiss, licking into your mouth when your tongue tentatively swiped at his lips and swallowing each and every little moan you couldn't hold back. The kiss was warm and wet, sticky like a summer evening and intoxicating like the first beer you'd ever drank. When you finally parted, you were just as breathless as when you'd arrived at Yunho's dressing room, only this time your lungs couldn't have cared less about how empty they were. 

"You taste good," you mumbled without thinking, whining softly when Yunho laughed at you, his thumb stroking your hip through the fabric of your dress.

"That so, sweetheart?" he asked, chuckling again when you nodded your head yes. His eyes were dark and concentrated as he took in your flustered appearance, lips wet with spit (his spit) and breath coming in soft little pants that reminded him of hiccups. He let out a groan, head tipping back as he drew you closer to him, your fronts pressed flush together. "God, if you ain't the prettiest thing I ever saw."

His compliments, which you'd gotten used to the longer you knew him, now made you squirm on his lap, tummy warm from his affection and brain fuzzy from his words. 

"You've met some awful pretty women before," you countered, which only made Yunho's brows furrow and the corners of his lips draw downwards. 

"They don't have your doe eyes," he whispered, using two fingertips to close your eyelids so that he could press a kiss to each of them. "Or this cute little nose." He kissed the tip of your nose. "Your soft cheeks." His lips ghosted over each of your cheeks. "Or your beautiful neck..."

He trailed kisses down the side of your neck, hot and open-mouthed just like the kisses he'd left on your mouth until he latched onto your skin, biting down and sucking until you were whimpering from the sting of it.

"And all your beauty marks are like constellations, hon," he murmured, stroking a fingertip over the spot where he'd bitten you. "Feel like I could get lost lookin' at you."

"Yunnie," you whimpered, growing hotter with each word that he spoke. The fire he'd stoked in your belly now danced on  your skin, every part of you feverish with a want for him that was making your breath tremble and your panties wet. 

"What is it, sweetheart?" he asked, dutiful even as his lips wandered and left kisses along your collarbones. 

You pressed your hips down against his, trying to communicate without having to use your words. Yunho's chest rumbled with a low moan and his hands moved to squeeze your ass, accidentally dragging your hips against his lap again so that you could feel the bulge in his pants pressing right against you. You gasped at the feeling, eyes falling shut as you began to grind against him, chasing more of the pleasure that was growing between your legs. 

"Fuck, darlin'," Yunho moaned. His fingers kneaded at the plush fat of your ass and thighs, slowly sliding your dress up until his blunt nails were digging into your skin. "You like it when I talk sweet to you, that it? Like when I tell you how stunnin' you are, how you make my head spin and my cock ache?"

You nodded eagerly, hiding your face in the crook of his neck and holding on tight to him as you rubbed against his hard on. Your senses were flooded with the scent of his cologne, floral and musky all at once, making your brain turn to cotton as your soft pants turned into moans. 

"God, baby, look at you," Yunho cooed. "So fuckin' good and eager for me, getting yourself off without even taking off your panties."

You nodded against him while he continued to whisper sweet nothings in your ear. You wanted to be good for him more than anything in the world, to hear him call you special and pretty and talented and his. Each of his words pushed you closer to the edge, your soaking cunt clenching around nothing each time you moved your hips just right and put pressure on your clit. You were so close to falling apart, muffling your sounds against Yunho's neck, when suddenly his hands stopped your movements, gripping your hips tight and stopping you from reaching orgasm. 

"Yunho," you cried out, lifting your head and shooting him a weak glare. Unfortunately, your look only made him grin fondly, one of his hands tapping your ass lightly. 

"I can't let my special girl cum in her panties," he said firmly, smoothing your hair out of your face and leaning in to kiss you tenderly. "Let me take care of you properly, baby, make your pretty pussy cum as good as you deserve."

Though you were still pouting from being pulled back from the edge, cunt throbbing and aching for release, you managed to utter a soft 'okay' and earned yourself another kiss from Yunho, this one hungrier than the last. 

Your heart hammered in your chest as Yunho laid you back against the sofa, his hands warm as they pushed up your dress to reveal your soaked panties. He groaned at the sight, looking at you like he could eat you alive. Even so he pulled your panties down your legs with care, watching you kick them off of one foot with an amused smile. 

"Look at you, sweet thing. So fuckin' wet for me," he mused, thumbing over your clit with just enough pressure to make your hips jolt. He laughed, kissing your inner thigh before leaning in close enough that you could feel his breath against your sticky lower lips. "You're such a good girl without even trying."

You opened your mouth to reply but the words died on your lips when you felt Yunho's tongue press between your folds, lapping up your wetness then swirling his tongue around your clit. The warmth of his mouth made your eyes roll back in your head, back arching as he sucked on your clit.

"Tastes so good," he hummed, pushing one of his fingers into you and bending it so that it pressed against a spot that had you moaning his name loud enough for anybody outside the dressing room to hear. Instead of scolding you, Yunho just smiled and pressed a messy kiss to your thigh. "Sweet just like you, baby."

You clenched around his finger, thighs trembling and squeezing his head as he began to lick you again. His tongue pressed flat against your throbbing clit while his finger continued to knead at your insides, seeming to know just where to press with every little movement. 

"Yunho," you moaned, head falling back against the sofa. "I can't- feels so good."

"Perfect girl, takin' everything so well," Yunho praised. His finger slid out of you with a lewd wet sound and began to rub circles around your clit. "Cum on my face whenever you want, honey, you deserve it."

No sooner had he pressed his tongue into you, nose nudging your clit, than your orgasm hit you, washing over you like a summer heatwave and making you shake all over. Yunho's name fell from your lips over and over again like a prayer, a smile on his face as he let you ride out your orgasm until you were limp and spent. 

"That's my girl," he praised you, sounding close to infatuated. He wiped his mouth off before leaning in to kiss you once more, rewarding you even though he'd done most of the work. "You're perfect, doll."

You whined softly, still catching your breath, and reached up to pull him down into another kiss. You didn't care if your release was still on his tongue, you just wanted the familiar comfort of having him take care of you. 

"Okay, pretty girl," he whispered, cupping your face with his clean hand and stroking your feverish cheek with his thumb. "I'm gonna take you home so you can freshen up, alright?"

You began to protest but Yunho quickly shushed you, still stroking your cheek with a care that had your heart aflutter even through your mushy state of mind. 

"I'll go out and get us somethin' to eat, whatever you'd like, then I'll come right back and we can have dinner together. How does that sound?"

You smiled, pushing yourself upright so that you could wrap your arms around Yunho in a tight hug.

"Thank you, Yun," you mumbled, heart flip-flopping at the feeling of Yunho's hand rubbing up and down your spine.

"'Course, honey," he replied with a kiss to your head. "Anything for my special girl."

[darlinboypresley]

Strange love

Pairing: Nate Jacob’s x female reader

Warnings: choking angst a bit of fluff near the end cursing

Authors note: thank you to my wonderful wonderful girlfriend @asshlyyyy for the banner

you were at some stupid party you´re friend maddie dragged you to. and honestly? you were so over it already. you weren't the type for parties, a lot of people actually wondered why you and maddie were friends.

nate fuckin jacobs you fucking hated his guts he was ripped in every edge but you were ought to admit, he was a fucking master piece that wasn´t even why you hated him. he bullied you or well it was more like teasing. He called you ¨monroe¨ because your plan was to move away and become some big Hollywood star. honestly it almost seemed like he was jealous because he on the other hand. was gonna be stuck in this fucking town forever,

you walked to the kitchen and sigh softly, speaking of the fucking devil there he was in all his glory. he was wearing a white shirt, with a black button up and black jeans. you quickly looked away and grabbed yourself and maddie a drink. before the devil could spot you, to be fair you didn't feel like dealing with nate to be very honest you never felt like dealing with nate.

but before you could even walk out of the damn kitchen. you felt someone grab your wrist with a very strong grip. you just knew it was him, ¨fucking hell¨ you muttered to yourself. and turned around ¨Hello nate¨ you said looking up at the 6´5 man. who even is 6 fucking 5 it feels unncessary to be that tall, ¨nice outfit found it in you´re grandma her closet?¨ he chuckled sinisterly.

You rolled your eyes and was about to speak up but he put his finger against your lips preventing you from speaking. “Uh-uh-uh why are you here?” He spat as if he had an issue with you and not his ex girlfriend who was grinding on some random dude his dick.

¨because if you are here maddie is here¨ he muttered grabbing your jaw kinda harsh. ¨she is now what is it to you.¨ you said pushing him off ¨it's a party Nate people are gonna be there. get.over.it¨ you muttered and walked away. downing both drinks you sat down. next to rue she looked over at you ¨didn't think i'd see you here¨. she chuckled which made you laugh.

¨honestly neither did i, but oh well what can i say i´m a fucking people pleaser¨. you laughed as you leaned you´re head back on the couch. little did you know nate was watching your every fucking move. he wanted you hell he needed you. he wanted to make you laugh, but at the same time he also wanted to hurt you and see you cry.

an hour or so passed and you were still strung out on the couch talking with rue. ¨That's the beauty of a secret you know you're supposed to keep it¨ you laughed. until you were interrupted by no one other than Nate Jacobs himself. ¨get up y/n¨ he spat, you looked a bit confused and shook your head. ¨no i´m not getting up?¨ you spat through your own theeth.

¨i said get the fuck up before i fucking help you¨ he almost yelled. you shook your head once more brushing him off and going back to youŕ conversation. This is when Nate decided he had enough of your little attitude and picked you up, as he threw you over his shoulder. you started to hit his back. ¨put me the fuck down nate this isn´t funny!¨ you yelled at him. but he just seemed to ignore you as he walked into the upstairs bathroom.

he placed you on the sink and grabbed your jaw kissing you. you kissed back moaning softly into his mouth, ¨nate not h-¨ you tried to whisper. in between the kiss but nate just ignored you as he started to assault your neck, ¨why the fuck are you wearing this skirt? do you not see the way people are looking at MY girl¨ he muttered against your neck softly biting it.

¨i´m not your fucking girl nate maddie is and maddie will always be, the thing that happened between us was once, ONE FUCKING TIME¨ you said tearing up. this is what he wanted right? he didn´t fucking care about you, you were a replacement until he got back together with maddie.

¨don´t fucking say that y/n¨ he said grabbing your neck and choking you slightly as he pushed your back against the wall. you groaned ¨the truth nate? one day you hate my fucking guts and the other your madly in fucking love with me.¨ you muttered and it looked like he was about to open his mouth again but then you spoke.

¨ I can see it from the way you're looking at me, you don't even think i'm worth your time, you are so offended that I follow all the rules except for yours that. You don't care about the person that I might be but I am so much more than you can see i´ve had enough you hear me, ENOUGH I'M DONE¨ you said and pushed him off you walking out of the bathroom. you basically ran down the stairs and out of the house as you ignored Nate calling your name.

you had enough of this, honestly you had enough of life itself. you were sick and tired of it. but you couldn't just leave the people you love behind could you..? you sighed as you got home. Once again you were home alone but you didn't mind. you got changed into more comfortable clothes as you heard repeated. knocks on your front door you sighed knowing exactly who it was.

you made your way downstairs and opened your front door. ¨nate i really don-¨ you sighed crossing your arms as nate let himself in. ¨no your gonna sit down on the fucking couch and listen to me for once.” he muttered, closing the door and looking at you, you sighed and sat on the couch thinking to yourself ¨this must be good¨.

nate looked at you ¨don´t you fucking get it y/n, i´m fucking in love with you.. you´re all i think about sure i'll admit it.. in the beginning i was using you to get over maddie. but that changed that changed the minute you ended up in the fucking hospital because you decided to slit your goddamn wrist.¨ he yelled. you were surprised he even cared at all… you didn't think it affected anyone that much let alone him.

¨please just give me a chance¨ he spoke softly now sitting next to you, ¨i'm not saying it's gonna be perfect or anything but… i want you and only you¨ he said and caressed your cheek leaning in pressing his lips to yours. and you gave in, the kiss was rough but sweet at the same time. it's like he craved you just as bad as you craved him. ÿou crawled onto his lap and nodded your head ¨okay one chance don't fuck it up¨ you muttered against his lips pulling away slightly.

he smiled softly kissing you more gently this time and smiled. when he pulled away you yawned, hinting it was time for bed. He chuckled softly and got up kissing your head as he carried you to your room. He took his shoes off and his jeans, leaving him in boxers and his shirt.

he pulled you closer kissing your cheek, ¨goodnight y/n¨ he whispered and you smiled already half asleep ¨goodnight nate¨.

you said and soon you both drifted off to sleep you knew it wasnt gonna be a easy relationship but it was definitely gonna be worth it.

[stevenssacrab]

Before The Party

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Summary: Just before the party, you question your outfit choice; Steve shows you how beautiful you are.

Rating: 18+ (minors, do not interact)

Warnings: lighting grinding, kissing, horny Steve lol, insecure reader, Steve being the best boyfriend anyone could ask for.

Word Count: 1k

a/n: I love Steve so much, the sweetest of man I swear, also I wrote the sexier parts to After Last Night by Bruno Mars, let me tell ya, perfect song for the occasion hahah

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Today was the annual Christmas party at Stark Tower. You usually dreaded going to these, but you have someone to go with this year. This year, you decided to go a little sexier; you're wearing a floor-length burgundy dress, off the shoulders, with an A-line silhouette with a high slit stopping just below the hip bone, accompanied with a silver heel with rhinestone embellished straps. For jewelry, you went with a simple 18K white gold pendant, and of course, the hair, Hollywood waves with a crystal hairpin tucking your hair behind your ear.

"I hope I'm not overdressed," you said to yourself, suddenly insecure in your outfit choice; you shook your head as if shaking the negative thoughts out of your head, "No, I look good, right?" you ask aloud, raking your eyes over the ensemble, questioning every choice you've made up to this point.

"Baby, have you seen my shoes?" Steve called, walking into the room, too concerned with his outfit to notice yours, but only for a moment.

"Hey, do I look okay?" Steve finally lifts his head, laying eyes on you for the first time. He had been with you throughout the whole process of picking out everything, but this was his first time seeing it all together. He was rendered speechless; all the words in the world couldn't describe how elegant and stunning you looked, the dress hugging all your curves perfectly, accentuating every mound and hill that was you, and don't get him started on the slit, highlighting your long legs, making your legs never-ending, Steve, staring like a starved man, eager to kiss up your legs, worshipping and memorizing every beauty mark and scar on your body.

"Steve, do I look okay?" you whimpered, a hint of sadness lingering in your voice; you turned to Steve, with tears welling up in your eyes, having convinced yourself that you looked horrible.

"Okay?" he asked, walking around your shared bed, slowly sweeping his eyes over your entire body.

"I look bad, don't I? Ugh, I knew the dress was a bad idea; maybe I shouldn't go tonight," you admit sadly, moving to sit on the bed; you slip your shoes off; you want to curl up and hide.

"No baby, not at all," Steve says wholeheartedly; he grabs one heel and gently slips your foot back into it; he buckles the strap by your ankle and brings your leg up to his mouth, slowly kissing up your leg.

"You look amazing," one kiss, "beautiful," another kiss, "ethereal," another kiss. You blush deeply and giggle with every kiss Steve lays on your leg.

"Steve," you whine, wiping your eyes away and pull him up for a passionate kiss filled with every ounce of love you felt for this man. Steve climbs on top of you, trapping you under his broad body, sliding his body in between your legs, fitting perfectly like puzzle pieces; you let out a breathy moan, grinding your hips up into Steve, desperate for friction. Steve swallows every moan he earns from you.

"Steve," you whimpered, gripping his arms tightly. "Steve, we're gonna be late," you say, grinding into him despite your protests.

"Let's skip it," he groans, moving his lips to your neck and sucking gently, meeting every buck of your hips perfectly, drawing a whine from you.

"We can't, Tony. Will never let us live it down," you sigh. Steve groans loudly and climbs off you, extending his hand out to help you sit up.

"Whatever you say, Y/N," he laughs, smoothing out the wrinkles in his suit; he kneels in front of you and helps you put on your other heel, kissing up your legs like before.

"How do I look?" Steve asked; he was dressed in a light grey suit that complimented his blue eyes, accentuating his broad shoulders wonderfully; you ran your hands up his arm and past his shoulders, tip-toeing up to kiss him sweetly.

"Ravishing, my love," you utter in between kisses. Steve smiles into the kiss and rests his hand on the small of your back, pulling you into a deeper kiss; you break the kiss slowly, fluttering your eyes open.

"Ready to go?" you asked, scanning him over, laughing at his feet; he still doesn't have his shoes on.

"On the bed," you say confidently, Steve laughs.

"Yes, ma'am," he jokes playfully, watching you as you slowly kneel in front of him. "Now that's what I'm talking about," he says, smiling coyly; you smack his leg light-heartedly, grinning from ear to ear.

"The shoes," you say plainly, holding out your hand. Steve places the shoes in your hand, and you slowly slide his foot into each shoe; you gently pat his feet when you're finished.

"Let's go," you say happily, hooking your arm with Steve. The car ride to the tower was smooth and uneventful; Steve rested his hand on your thigh, drawing random patterns the whole way.

"We're here," Steve says and quickly hops out of the car, lightly jogging over to your side, opening the door for you, and offering his hand to assist you; you smile shyly and the gentlemanly gesture; Steve was always so chivalrous, never missing an opportunity to make you feel like a princess. Steve hands the keys over to the chauffeur and holds his arm out for you to rest your arm; you smile at Steve and stride forward, heels satisfyingly clapping against the tile. You smile up at Steve for the umpteenth time tonight while waiting for your elevator. The elevator arrives with a ding, and you step in, checking yourself one last time in the reflection; the doors open, and you meet with an array of fellow Avengers dressed to the nines, everyone smiling and drinking carelessly, soft Christmas music played by the live band filled your ears, you gently squeeze Steve's arm nervously, Steve returns a reassuring squeeze of your hand.

"We got this," Steve says with a nod; when you step through the threshold, your eyes meet with Wanda and Natasha; smiling brightly at them, they look at you with their mouths hanging open. "You look hot," Wanda mouths from across the room; you laugh, throwing your head back. Steve laughs and lets go of your arm to let you go to the girls; you give Steve one last look before excitedly walking over to them, and you're met with excited squeals and hugs.

[evanchantingpeters]

How I met Evan Peters (Fanfic - Part 2)

Pairings ─ Evan Peters x Y/N (fem reader)

Genre ─ Smut/fluff, Romance

Summary ─ Y/N is fresh in East Hollywood, LA. After a major life overhaul, she’s ready to dive into a new chapter. So, when she hits the town for a night out with friends, she unexpectedly crosses paths with none other than actor Evan Peters. Y/N tries to keep her cool and act all nonchalant, but damn, Evan’s interest throws her for a loop. Their first meeting? Total tension and flirtation, hinting at an evening full of surprises.

Warnings ─ Obscene language, semi-public, dry humping, oral (both receiving), fingering, overstimulation, nipple teasing, spanking, vaginal sex, rough sex, extra smutty—you guys know the drill ;)

Read Part 1 here.

Word count ─ 4K

18+ This is ADULT content. I’m not your mummy to supervise your net access. If you’re a minor, do NOT read!

@evanchantingpeters — All rights reserved. please do not modify, repost, translate, or plagiarise my content.

If you were told ten minutes ago that you’d be straddling Evan Peters, skin-on-skin in the driver’s seat of his car, grinding your soaked pussy against his solid rock hard-on while your tongues explore each other like it’s a competition until your lips get swollen, you’d be like, “Yeah, right, when pigs fly.”

But here you are, parked in some dark, secluded spot near the club you’ve just met. Your moans bounce off his car windows as he hungrily fondles handfuls of your body. You do love you some manhandling, truth be told.

You have your friends’ blessings about leaving with someone. Though, the chances of them believing you’ve pulled and bagged Evan Peters as your sneaky link for the night are slim to none, especially after you lecture Adria on the celebrities-normies combo being far-fetched. But it’s fair to say you didn’t choose the night with Evan Peters; the night with Evan Peters chose you.

His veiny hands on you and his gravelly voice against your ear trigger a muscle memory, recalling the heat you felt—but never vocalised—during Murphy’s close-ups on Evan’s hands in the Dahmer series and his viral ‘Relax, I just wanna take some pictures’ line. His baritone in that unsettling scene still gives you chills.

“Damn, miss...you’re something else,” he rasps out with a sly smile. You become his Roman Empire as he worships the sight of all of you on top of him, eyes devouring your entire body as you move gracefully, biting your bottom lip.

He groans deeply as his hands knead your tits and waist all the way down your thighs. With a cheeky squeeze of your ass, he draws you closer, a little squeal escaping you as his raging erection rubs harsher against your wet centre.

“I’m dying to fuck you,” he huffs after your lips meet again, his eyes imploring as he buckles his hips against yours. The friction sends your arousal flying. You just know he’s the type who promises to rail you until your guts rearrange and actually delivers. Better hold on tight.

With a coy grin, you reach down and caress his bulge straining under his jeans. “I can tell,” you whisper, your hot breath making him shudder as you mischievously trace his upper lip with your tongue.

Evan sucks in a sharp breath and bucks against your touch with a choked grunt. You can feel his length convulsing beneath you, your wetness still squishing against him.

“No...for real, Y/N. You’re insanely hot...and while I wanna bang your brains out right now, I don’t wanna objectify you. I respect you an—”

You cut him off mid-sentence with another steamy kiss. The urge to sit him in front of a mirror as he unravels his feminist, anti-alpha male stance, all while you jerk him off before riding the shit out of him, is stronger than ever.

“Aren’t you a sweetheart, Evan? So virtuous with your strong values and morals,” you praise his ‘golden-retriever’ and ‘husband material’ nature, delicately caressing his cheek. “But let’s cut to the chase—I’m here to hook up.”

With newfound energy, you attack his neck with eager kisses as you roll your hips against him more vigorously. Your fingertips roam over his sculpted Greek-God chest, travelling down to the contours of his divinely marbled abs.

Body is damn bodying.

You go on full “pick-me girl” mode as you purr, “I’m thirsty” and playfully toy with the buckle of his belt, hinting at your intentions. You can’t let that mound on his jeans go unnoticed; it’s practically screaming for your attention and attentive care.

He lets out a dark chuckle against the crook of your neck as he nibbles his way up to your jawline. “How can I quench your thirst?” he murmurs, now nipping at your pouty lips.

“You’re the best refreshment around,” you hush before swiftly shifting to the passenger seat and bending over, knees near your head and ass pointed skywards in a tantalising display he can’t resist.

You begin to pepper mouth-watering kisses along his chest, sliding down to his boner. Your tongue stumbles over the ridges of his abs as you venture lower, your moaning mouth leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

He cocks his head to the side with a knowing smirk, admiring the view that the curve of your ass provides, smacking it along the way.

With practised ease, you undo his jeans, palming the damp patch of pre-cum on his boxers. Glancing up at him with a crooked smile, you coo, “Eager, are we?” before sliding down his boxers.

His head lolls back, muffled moans escaping him as you swipe your tongue along the underside ridge of his hard, red-tipped cock. His breath rushes out in laboured, choppy huffs like his life depends on you. The way you take him deeper, double-fisting him, becomes his lifeline.

“Holy shit, Y/N,” he manages to utter under his breath as he tenses in your grasp. You mewl softly around his cock, sending vibrations rippling through his body like shockwaves.

You’re insatiable, sucking him up from taint to balls, coating him in your saliva as you pump him harder in your mouth. Your swollen cunt is aching for him as you feel his head harden and twitch in your mouth with building pressure, forcing gagging moans out of you.

Gripping your hair in a messy ponytail, he watches intently as he fucks your mouth with increasing intensity. His free hand brushes along your clothed slit, his sturdy fingers running up and down your soaked panties. You gasp at the stimulus, clinging to the door handle for support.

“E-Evan,” you slur out as he applies more pressure on your throbbing heat, your words faltering as ragged breaths escape you.

“Yes?” He whispers, feigning innocence, though his arched brow and smirk betray his true intentions. He knows he can edge you with minimal effort, making you cum in his hands on the spot.

“Don’t stop,” you plead through your desire, your hips swaying in harmony with his rhythmic in-out motion.

“Keep sucking, baby girl. You drive me nuts, but I wanna see you multitask,” he challenges, no pun intended with his nuts reference.

As he tucks aside your lacy panties, he begins to circle your arousal, teasing your slopping folds. A low grunt slips off him as he feels how wet and ready you are for him. “Jeez, I need to take a dive in those Niagara Falls,” he chuckles and keeps fiddling around your throbbing clit.

Before you know it, he plunges two fingers in your begging entrance, eliciting a whimper from your lips that’s louder than you expect. The way he expertly curls his fingers inside you, hitting all the right spots, sends bolts of pleasure through your core.

Soon, the sound of your moans blends with the wet squelching of your pussy, echoing throughout the car.

The faster his fingers pop in and out, the louder you moan in delight as you suck his dick relentlessly. When his thumb joins in, smoothly rubbing against your clit with no mercy, your thighs begin to wobble.

His fingering inevitably loses momentum as he tightens his grip on your hair. You giggle quietly as you realise he’s about to hit his climax, his head striking against the back of your throat, causing your eyes to well up with tears.

“Fuuuck, I’m gonna burst, Y/N,” he growls, delivering a sharp slap to your ass. His fingers dig into the sensitive flesh of your thighs, leaving faint red marks on them. He lets out the cutest, most contrasting sounds—something between a low groan and a high-pitched whimper—as his hips thrust harder each time.

With a wicked grin, you intensify your suction on his tip, sending him over the edge with a primal groan. His hot cum spurts into your mouth, filling it with its salty sweetness, before trickling down your chin. You eagerly lick his shaft clean and swallow his juices with greedy gulps, savouring his taste with a satisfied hum.

“Told you, you’ve freshened me up,” you chirp, playfully wiping him off your face. “You’re okay?” you ask with a bashful smile, reaching out to brush back the sweaty curls that have clung to his forehead.

He throws his head back, his chest still heaving with shallow pants as he stares at you with hooded eyes. “Damn, you’re good...I’m wrecked,” he breathes out.

Grinning lazily at you, he buries your face in his hands and grazes your cheeks with his thumbs.

“If you need a dopamine boost, I’ve got just the cure for you,” you coo and lean in close, twirling a strand of hair around your finger.

“Oh, yeah? What’s the prescription, doc?” he teases, his eyes dark with lust as he bites his lip, his hands massaging your ass cheeks. It’s a silent prompt for you to climb back over him as his mouth desperately fumbles your skin.

You peer into his lustrous eyes with a sly smirk. “Sure, I can give you a ride, sir,” you purr, your fingers tracing tantalising patterns through his locks.

His grin widens as your sex alights on his crotch that’s twitching eagerly at the prospect. “I’m all for it,” he murmurs, pulling you close for another heated kiss.

His arms envelop you as you bend together towards the compartment by the passenger’s seat with shared anticipation. Your hands remain entwined around the back of his neck as you sprinkle kisses across his flushed face.

He delves into the container, rifling through its contents. “Shit,” he hisses, clicking his tongue in annoyance.

“Houston, we have a problem?” you ask, your voice deep with desire.

“Mission abort...out of condoms,” he admits, his eyes meeting yours with regret.

“Consider it solved, let’s head to mine.”

You fling open the door to your apartment, ushering Evan inside with a goofy grin. “Come on in and behold the fortress of fun!” you announce, gesturing grandly to the vibrant interior.

He giggles and steps inside, taking in the cosy yet funky vibe of your place. “Dang, this place’s dope,” he compliments, nodding approvingly at the eclectic mix of pop art and rococo décor.

You beam proudly. “Thanks! Gotta give props to my housemate, Mayra. She’s the mastermind behind all this coolness,” you explain as you lead him down the hall towards the living room, giving him a quick peek into your room.

“Ah, gotcha. She’s got skills,” Evan comments appreciatively as you both shuffle back to the living room, clearly digging the ambiance.

He scans the space more thoroughly this time before turning back to you. “Is your housemate around?” he inquires casually, hands in pockets.

You shake your head, a playful smile tugging at your lips. “Nah, she’s living it up in NYC for work. Won’t be back for a while,” you reply with a shrug, not missing the mischievous shine in Evan’s eyes as he looks you up and down.

His gaze darkens slightly as he inches closer with a smug smile that grows with every step, pinning you against the wall next to a small table stand. “Just you and me, then, huh?” he murmurs, his voice coarse and velvety just like it turns you on.

You affirm him with a smirk. Your fingers tangle in the soft strands of his hair as he closes the distance between you with a soft kiss that rapidly turns into a full-blown makeout session. What begins as sensual brushstrokes—your lips caressing softly—soon morphs into a heated exchange, your tongues kicking off a seductive twirl.

With a breathy moan, you shed his jacket and tug at his shirt, balling it up with a scrunch as you press his chiselled body firmer against yours.

“I like your lips,” he rasps out between kisses, a broad smile etched on his lips.

“My horizontal or vertical lips?” you toss out nonchalantly with a smirk, seemingly unfazed by any potential consequences. As if that isn’t daring enough, your gaze pierces into his eyes, radiating a sexual intensity that tips him off the edge.

He reciprocates your challenge with a devilish grin, as it’s his turn to strip you off your jacket and dress. His gaze is hungry as he takes you in. “Let me do an audit down there first, assess the vertical ones, and I’ll come back to you,” he mumbles as he drags sensual kisses down your boobs.

You moan softly as he latches onto your perky nipples, giving them a tantalising pull that only worsens your wetness down there.

His mouth trails down your body and sucks onto your hip bones until it finally presses against the fabric of your thong, right on your clit. You instinctively arch your back and grip the edges of the table as he kisses and inhales against you with a hum of delight.

“Where’s my boy dinner?” he teases, staring up at you. He stretches your panties down and leaves a kiss on the peak of the mound between your legs, causing you to squirm in his firm hold.

You shoot him a sultry grin, your voice tinged with desire. “Where do you want it served?”

With a swift movement, he flips you over, offering deliciously tingling love bites on your ass cheeks. As he rises to his full height, his lips shower your neck with fervent kisses.

You instinctively rest your head onto his shoulders, granting him easier access, and you can’t help but moan lightly as you feel the firm press of his hardness against your lower back.

“You see that couch over there?” he coos. You’re quick to grab onto his belt and tug him over there without breaking the kiss. You both let out muffled moans and smile-kiss as Evan finds his leg ensnared in the folds of a blanket, miserably fighting to wiggle himself free.

You slump down on the couch together, him on top, and instantly dive into a deeper kiss. His groans fill your mouth, assaulting your senses. You playfully suck on the tip of his tongue as you feel his stiff cock on your stomach, eager to set free.

“I’ll lick my plate clean, I promise. I just want you to feed me,” he begs, flashing you an imploring look.

“How do you want it?”

“On my face...only for me to feast,” he grins, pulling you in for another sloppy kiss while groping around your thighs all the way up your tits.

Lying on your back, you watch as he stands beside you and slowly chucks your thong away. His eyes fixate on your slick sex with a mix of awe and hunger, his fingers itching to dig in and explore.

You spread your thighs wider, inviting him closer between your legs, hands on his chest. He positions his head under you, his warm breath tingling your skin. His mouth brushes along your inner thighs, leaving tender kisses as he moves closer to where you want him to be.

And then, without warning, he savagely stretches apart your dripping pussy and licks a long stripe along your slick folds, making you squeak with pleasure. Groaning with delight at your taste and the slimy texture, his lips begin to suck on your clit.

You gasp and instinctively clutch his biceps as his tongue starts to glide against your slit, forcing choked whines from deep within you.

“Fuck, I could eat you out all day long,” he moans against you, his hands gripping your ass tightly as his licking becomes harsher and more aggressive. Damn, even his voice alone can make you squirt in an instant. There’s nothing about him that can give you the ick.

Your mind goes all foggy as his nose lightly nuzzles your clit. His tongue tirelessly laps back and forth against your sobbing red pussy, twirling along your gummy walls. He lifts you up by the hips, his tongue sinking deeper each time as he pulls you down onto his face. You drop your head back, a string of moans spilling from your lips.

Your toxic trait is believing that this is just a hook-up, and you won’t catch any feelings. Even when you’re riding Evan Peters’ face, receiving head so good your coochie can explode.

Well, why toxic? E v a n P e t e r s has you seeing stars as he works his magic on your clit and jams his tongue inside you like there’s no tomorrow. And there may not be a tomorrow, so why not just enjoy him on you, next to you, under you, or in you while it lasts? He makes you feel like the hottest and luckiest chick on earth (sorry, fandom), that’s just straight facts.

Reconsidering, you set off a swirling dance on his face to keep up with his pace, your legs getting all quivery. The knot in your stomach stiffens as your high builds, hitting you like a train wreck.

“Evan, fucking hell... I’m finishiiing,” you almost scream shakily as you fight for breath, your vision getting hazy. Your legs involuntarily tense around his head, and your knees tremble, while small, punchy sobs slip off your lips.

You catch him staring at you, a triumphant smile spreading on his lips as you writhe and wriggle back and forth under him, the throes of your orgasm in full glory.

He draws comforting circles on your stomach and plants sweet pecks on your thighs, giving you space to catch your breath. Your hand cradles his face as your vagina keeps throbbing, making you giggle from the tingly sensation.

“I want more,” he cries out, his lips curving downwards in a mock frown as he presses a few more gentle kisses on your heat before you climb off his face, your steps unsteady.

“Then, make sure you tone down your clit game. Most men act like it doesn’t even exist,” you scoff as you throw shade, shooting him a teasing grin as you clean his chin from your juices and his saliva.

“How can you take away the tomato from tomato juice? Same goes for Evan and a woman’s climax when I eat pussy,” he retorts, flexing his muscles with an arrogant smirk.

You playfully roll your eyes, ready for a comeback. “Sorry to humble you, but for us ladies, it’s mostly a mental process. Too many tricks won’t cut it,” you counter, picking up your underwear from the floor.

He raises a sceptical brow and narrows his eyes at you, his tongue sliding against his side teeth. “Oh, really? Care to see my tactic and put that theory to the test?”

“Be my guest,” you smirk with a provocative flair, motioning towards your bedroom with a sweep of your arm.

He seizes your arm, pulling you close, and melds his lips with yours in a fiery kiss. As his tongue enters your mouth, you can still taste yourself on him, making your cunt pulsate for him tenfold. You’re so turned on that you’d fold no matter what he asks you to do.

“Challenge accepted, you’ve been warned,” he quips, wagging a finger at you before scooping you up his arms and carrying you to the bedroom.

There you are, sprawled out in the middle of your bed, all bare and irresistible, sensually touching your body as your eyes lock onto his.

His imposing figure looms over you as he unzips his jeans, instantly giving you heart palpitations. With a lustful half-smile, he tilts his head and lets his eyes linger at your legs, testing his rizz.

Realising he’s only zeroing in your glistening cunt, you deliberately part your legs, granting him a sneak peak into your “inner world” up to his appetite. “Here it is, baby Ev, all yours and ready,” you grumble, a bright grin stretching across his face as he observes your marvellous pussy.

Talk about a man who sticks to his promises! He said he’d take on your “inside work” while chatting you up at the bar, and here he comes, offering in-house service.

With ease, he sheaths himself in a condom, his gaze never leaving yours as he crouches down on you, propped up on his toned forearms (veins popping all over, goodness me). Pressed flush against you, he peppers eager kisses along your face, neck, and tits, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine.

“I wanna take good care of you,” he whispers, his hands travelling on your body.

Wrapping your legs around him, you let out a needy moan in a desperate attempt to get him inside. Your tongue pushes feverishly into his warm mouth, and he sucks on it gently, eliciting more soft whines from you.

He pulls away, tut-tutting softly against your lips. “Not yet, baby girl. First, tell me how much you want it.”

“Like mad,” you reply with a fervent nod. “And give it to me hard.”

With his throbbing length poised at your drenched entrance, a shared gasp brings smiles to your faces before turning into exhilarating groans. His eye contact never wavers, and from that missionary angle, he looks so Lana Del Rey “West Coast” coded, goddammit.

Your bodies mesh and merge together quicker than a click. Each thrust is a slow and agonising burn, as if he does it on purpose for you to beg him for more. You ache to explore every inch of him, but he just prolongs his torture by leaving only his tip nested inside you.

That’s until his gaze sears into your soul, and you feel him plunge back deep in with a force that sends you reeling, flooding you with ecstasy.

Your body jolts at the abrupt fullness, a raw wail of satisfaction ripping out of your lips as you dig your nails into his shoulder blades.

Taking the reins, he captures your hands above your head, lacing your fingers with his as he sets a relentless pace. He shoves his tongue into your mouth, and before you know it, the room reverberates the sound of skin slapping mingled with your mutual moans.

He releases one of your hands, fingers tracing patterns of comfort on your wrist as he slams in you faster and rougher. “Fuck, you feel amazing, Y/N,” he grunts hoarsely as he watches his cock disappearing into your dripping heat, a satisfied grin plastered on his lips.

Your body responds eagerly to his rough ministrations, hips rising to meet his with a desperate need to go harder. The rush of your pleasure overwhelms you as you yelp his name.

He meets your gaze with a cocky smile as his hand brushes along your lips, his hot breath a tempting tease on your face. Driven by your unhinged horny ass, you delicately snatch his ring finger into your mouth, licking and sucking on it as he grumbles joyfully, driving deeper into me.

“Evan...” you whimper, momentarily squeezing your eyes shut to handle his magnitude.

“You like it rough, baby girl?” he asks in a raspy tone, and his throaty chuckle rings in your ear, sending bolts of electricity down your spine.

“I do,” you gasp chokingly as you look up at him with imploring eyes. “Just right there.”

With a gleam in his eyes, he lifts your legs, draping them loose over his shoulders to penetrate even deeper. The slimy walls of your cunt grip onto his dick like they’re about to devour it, throwing him to the edge.

Your foreheads press together in a feverish intimacy as he pushes you closer to release. His hungry eyes fixate on the jingle of your boobs, his groans of delight mixing with the frantic rhythm of your heartbeats.

“Let me cum inside, Y/N, please. I need to feel you around me,” he begs, his voice strained with desire. His words hang heavy in the air, laden with raw desire as he gazes at you with an intensity that makes your heart race. Your lips meet in a fiery kiss, your tongues moving in sync.

Just as you’re about to cave, a sudden loud crash echoes from the hallway and shatters the air, causing both of you to freeze in place.

His eyes widen with alarm, mirroring your dread, and you instinctively cling to his arm for support.

Wide-eyed and tense, you exchange worried glances, his typically zen demeanour replaced by a flicker of uncertainty. “What was that?” he whispers, his voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

“I-I... I don’t know,” you stutter as you smooth out your hair.

A second loud thud breaks out, and it’s louder than the last, making your shrill in terror. Sensing your tremor and the urgency of the situation, Evan scoots closer to you and muffles any incoming outcry by gently covering your mouth with his hand.

“Shh.. easy... I’m with you, Y/N,” he mumbles, kissing the crown of your head. “Okay, let me throw on my clothes and go check. You stay here,” he instructs in a hushed tone, giving you a soft peck as he scrambles near him to pick up his scattered shirt and boxers.

Still nestled in his embrace, your grip tightens on his arm as he makes a move to stand up. “No, Evan,” you protest whisper-shouting. “Let’s go together.”

He hesitates and sighs in exasperation at your refusal to stay in safely. But, ultimately, he nods, his jaw set with determination.

You hastily slip into your satin robe, ready to face whatever danger lurks in the shadows. Hand in hand, you both venture cautiously into the dimly lit corridor as you stand behind him, your senses heightened in anticipation of what you might find.

The tension is palpable as you switch on more lights, illuminating your path as you dive deeper into the unknown.

After scouring every room, you return to the living room, puzzled. “There’s no one in, so we can rule out a break-in or th—” Evan’s words are cut short by a series of loud bangs resounding from the balcony, forcibly pulling your focus to the final frontier in your quest for answers.

“Promise me you’ll stay in. I got this,” he mumbles with a determined gaze. You nod silently with a bated breath, unable to utter a single syllable.

With resolve, he steps outside, the night air is thick with suspense as you watch him while biting your cuticles. Meanwhile, you pace nervously, your mind spiralling through disaster scenarios.

Suddenly, his voice pierces the silence as he calls out your name, giving you the jump scare.

“Evaaan?” you howl frantically as you sprint to the balcony, your heart racing and your hair whipping in the wind. 

Relief washes over you as you spot him pointing to a twisted chunk of neon metal lying on the ground, bathed in the moon’s glow. The gusty wind continues to slam the panel against the sliding door, confirming your suspicions.

You lean over the balcony, verifying that the fallen piece has flown from the drugstore sign banner next to your apartment—just a harmless casualty of the night. “I’ll drop it off for repairs tomorrow,” you mindlessly assure Evan as you share a chuckle that mixes nerves with relief.

His grip tightens around your waist as he suggests heading back inside. You both retreat indoors, leaving the metal piece by the balcony door.

“Water?” you offer, and he accepts with a grateful nod, his gaze softening in appreciation.

As you saunter to the kitchen together, you catch him checking you out as you bend over the counter and reach up on your tippy toes to grab a glass.

Just as you’re about to stride out of the room, your cleavage skimming his chest a bit too long, he swiftly corners you against the glass kitchen door.

“Where you think you’re sneaking off to?” he whispers, a smirk playing on his lips as his hands wander over your upper half.

Your eyes flicker across his face as you struggle to draw a breath, your heart pounding with anticipation. “Out?” you manage to squeak.

He inches closer, his voice dripping with suggestion, “We’ve got some unfinished business, don’t we?” he murmurs as his stubble grazes against your jaw, intensifying the pool between your thighs.

“Remind me?” you tease, your lips curving mischievously. You’re in your villain era; if not Evan Peters fucking you, why even bother?

He slides a hand under your loose robe and tenderly tweaks your nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. A gasp escapes you at the sensation as his fingers find their way to your clit, setting off a relentless rub that brings a buzzing on your sensitive bundle of nerves. It’s like with each stroke, he’s hitting the pleasure jackpot.

Panting, you sway your hips to match his rhythm, lost in sensation. The play of his thumb on your clit drives you wild, leaving you craving more.

“Bring me a condom, and I’ll give you a reminder,” he chuckles, and in an erratic heartbeat, his lips crash onto yours, warm and demanding. You melt into the kiss as the room spins around you. He kisses you harshly, nearly biting you with a reckless passion, desire raging like a tempest.

With this move, things accelerate viciously. Gone is the playful banter; now it’s all primal need, Evan turning animalistic towards you. In a blur of motion, your body ends up pressed into the cold surface of the glass door; his hands firmly cupping your breasts from behind; his cock throbbing and pounding inside your slippery centre; raw horniness bursting forth through loud moans and grunts.

He’s so damn big, stretching your pussy to the point it stings. He doesn’t give you much time to adjust before he pulls out and jams back in you with primitive force. The door lock rattles incessantly as he pounds into you hard, his lips embellishing your soft skin with red, soon-to-be purple marks, his hot breath making you shiver.

He clings to you, his stomach against your lower back, hips still snapping into your soaked cunt. Together, you set a rhythm, rocking in and out with a measured tempo and sensual grace.

The pain blends divinely with euphoria in your body, leaving your mind foggy and dizzy as he continues to jab in and out of you despite your whimpers. His balls slap against your clit, making your climax hurtle towards you like a tidal wave. Salty tears of pleasure prickle at the corners of your eyes. “I’m close, Evan,” you yelp, your knees beginning to fail you.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he praises out of breath as he smacks your ass, kneading all the way down your clit. “Let go, give it to me,” he urges, punctuating his last word with a particularly deep thrust, jerking inside you and causing your screams to spill out.

Pleasure shoots you like an electric shock, and soon, liquid dribbles down your legs. As the tension in your lower belly finally cracks, you feel him buckle as well, his hips stuttering. Letting out a guttural groan, he gushes out inside of you, followed by small whines of your name.

You urgently ask him to peel the condom away and spill his cum all over your ass and back. Soon, white, sticky cum from both of you mingles and trickles around you until you become a leaky, sticky mess.

His arms band around your waist, your fingers intertwined, his smiling eyes drowning in yours.

“Fuck, what did you do to me, Y/N?” he sighs, and you both giggle, your sweaty lips meeting again in a passionate kiss.

After a mutual clean-up, you slide into a fresh nightgown and return to your room, only to find Evan rummaging under your bed, his firm backside an enticing sight.

“What are you looking for?” you ask, enjoying the view as you lean against the doorframe.

“My car keys,” he growls, his brows furrowed in concentration as he takes a glimpse behind the curtains. “Must’ve fallen out when I took my pants off,” he infers with a low and husky voice as he glances back at you.

You nod sympathetically, folding your bed throw neatly on the corner armchair. His gaze lingers on you for a moment longer before he resumes his search, the tension between you growing thicker by the second.

“It’s late already. You can crash here tonight, and we’ll track down your stuff in the morning,” you suggest, settling onto the bed.

He looks up, relief sets on his handsome features as he creeps back towards you. “You sure?” he murmurs, his arms encircling your waist, his touch igniting sparks of arousal.

“Never been surer,” you breathe, leaning in for a kiss, unable to resist the pull between you.

But just as your lips meet, the jingle of keys shatter the moment, and you feel something sharp lightly nudging your lower waist. Pulling back, you shoot Evan a knowing smirk, your pulse racing with excitement.

With a nonchalant shrug and a wink, he tosses the keys onto the bedside table before pulling you under the covers and into a heated kiss.

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[onsunnyside]

yet another prompt from my bestie’s ask: drum roll please (pun intended)… here’s drummer!Rafe

The road to stardom is wild and loud, full of flashing lights and cheering crowds in a new city every night. It's also full of distractions that come in various shapes and colours, whether that be liquor bottles, a white powdery substance, or the endless line of groupies. Rafe and his band are no strangers to indulging in those distractions, the rugged and crazy lifestyle quickly became a part of their rockstar image.

You have a dream to make it big, and to see your name on the silver screen with the generation's greatest. Unfortunately, Hollywood was beyond tough on those who weren't already born within the golden gates. You're a lucky one, with all your hard work and sleepless nights, you go from waitressing and living in a trailer park in L.A. to living comfortably in your dream home with a resume that just keeps getting longer and longer.

You meet Rafe at a mutual friend's party. You've been close with one of his bandmates for a little while, and finally got the opportunity to meet the rest of them.

Your first impressions are awful, to say the least: you were excited to meet the drummer of the famed rock band and have been staring at him all night, working up the courage one smidge at a time. When he slips out the balcony doors, you take your chance.

Rafe's leaning over the railing, cigarette hanging from between his fingers as he types on his phone. When you step beside him, he glances at you, blue eyes lazily dragging over your figure.

"I thought groupies weren't allowed in here."

You stand there dumbfounded, jaw on the floor as he blows the smoke.

"I'm not—"

He cuts you off with a heavy sigh, "don't tell me you're a friend of a friend, or a classmate from childhood, or someone's long-distance girlfriend. I've heard it all, trust me."

You cross your arms, heat filling your chest, "Do you talk to everyone like that?"

"Just those who deserve it." His voice is low, "Beat it, sweetheart. You don't want to get thrown out and risk ruining that pretty dress, now do you?"

You don't know what his problem was. For someone so loved and adored, he was a fucking asshole. You supposed that's the lovely work of PR teams, they can make even the cruellest monsters into angels. Hell, even your team worked tirelessly to maintain your image.

"You're still here? Don't you have a security guard to blow, or a tour bus to break into?" He asks condescendingly, hair falling over his forehead as he leans down, studying you with that stupid smirk. “Who are you fucking, huh? Is it one of the desperate socialites, or the wannabe models?”

His laugh breaks into a shout when your drink splashes on his face, the alcohol dripping down his chin to his chains and silk blue shirt, "what the fuck—"

You don't stay long enough to hear his curses and return to the penthouse, promising yourself to never speak to him again.

I'm sensing... hate fucking: his hand is over your mouth and you're pressed against the tiled wall, dress hiked up and legs around his waist. The party rages on inside the club, hopefully still lively enough that no one will notice your absence. Tonight was for you to celebrate your first big award win, you didn't know Rafe was coming with your mutual friend, and you'd die before admitting that you're glad he did.

You can't help your moans, his cock effortlessly hitting your sweet spot with every rock. He fills you so deeply, stretching your hole with his fat girth, and it pains you to know that he's ruined you for anyone else. You just know you'll be a limping mess.

"Shut up. God, you never fucking shut up." He grunts, his hand falling to your throat, "You wanna get caught? Want everyone to know you're fucking a... what is it you called me?"

He grinds into you and you gasp, gaze locked on his lips. He was a great kisser, the best you've ever had, but you'd never tell him that, just like how you refused to ask for another.

"A-An ungrateful prick."

His eyes gleamed dangerously, sweat brimming at his brow, "Yeah, that's it. I bet you're grateful I didn't leave when you told me to."

He keeps you pinned to the wall with his hips and his other hand slips where you meet. His skillful fingers toy with your needy bundle and your body convulses, your juices nearly dripping down his length.

"And you said I never shut up."

A harsh slap lands on your clit and your choked whimper turns into a loud whine when he repeats the action again, harder this time. The lewd sounds of your wetness bounce off the washroom walls. If you had any shame left, it was gone now, tucked in his pocket with your torn underwear.

"You'll be on your knees and thanking me by the end of the night. I can promise you that."

I can only imagine how nasty drummer!Rafe is 😮‍💨 the kinks, the spitting, the choking, the messy "let me fuck my cum back into you," the tasteful nude polaroids, and wiping your tears when you cum so hard you cry, "that's it. let it out, baby. such a good girl for daddy."

Can't forget about the disgusting lyrics he'd write about you (ofc there are sweet ones too but that's not until later), telling the whole world how much he loves the way you taste and feel, how you're his filthy little angel and that you bring him closer to heaven with your body.

Oh the sexting !! When he's on tour and you're working, it's hard to make time for each other. Sometimes he'll send you a picture of his hard bulge through his jeans with a cheeky "wish you were here." When you win another big award (and inevitably become a style icon overnight bc of your dress), he sends flowers, cute lil note, and ofc, a nut video with sound 😌 "the next time I see you, I'm fucking you in that dress."

[cowgirlcherrie]

Novocaine pt. 1 ━━ ゜゜・．

pairing: College! Abby x friend!crush!fem! reader

prompt: F is for friday’s, but its also for Frats and Fucked up parties, its even worse when the night out doesn’t go as planned choosing to numb emotions with alcohol and weed

warnings: 18+, MDNI, intoxication, partying, alcohol, drunk reader, mean-ish! comedic relief! Ellie, cheating, smoking, weed. almost kissing, heavy cursing, touching, Abby has a toxic girlfriend, substance abuse-ishhh (its only Abby smoking to forget, Reader drinking to also forget), jealousy, angsty

song: novacane by frank ocean

any words highlighted blue in the fic are the lyrics to the song, this fic is based off of the song roughlyy,

a/n: This…. honestly biting my fist at the tension between Abby and the reader, but this is my favorite thing i’ve ever written, I love the dynamic between the reader n Abby where you can feel they are playing it safe even though they want to, based off of novacane by frank ocean which helped me to write this (do listen), but I hope you all enjoy this, thank you for the support on my work so far I appreciate it so so much, sit back n enjoy ♡

I blame it on the model broad with the Hollywood smile...

It was Friday, and as always Fridays were for the frat opens and free alcohol. Now at first, you weren’t considering going, opting to instead stay at your dorm instead and watch movies until your eyes hung low and couldn’t bare to stay open anymore. But of course, Abby dragged you out to join her and her girlfriend at the party. You were rather frustrated, but Abby was just one person you couldn’t say no to. Yet the fired heart of yours was destroyed at the sight of seeing Abby with a girlfriend. Maybe it was the fact that it wasn’t you to be able to see the raw and authentic parts of her, but rather the campus wanna-bee model broad who dipped her energy into too many people. Abby played it off that she was just friendly, but all you could see was CHEATER above her head in bold red letters. Her smile wasn’t sweet but rather devious and manipulative. According to Ellie, the girl was going to school for dentistry, but adapted to a side hustle of sugar daddies to pay off her tuition. You couldn’t blame the girl, but it seemed like Abby didn’t know what the girl did when the lights were off.

She said she wanna be a dentist really badly

She's in school paying for tuition doing porn in the Valley

At least you working…

So here you were, pushing through the busy crowd of drunk young adults, grinding against each other under the changing LEDS to the beat of the music and a cup filled with awful jungle juice from the keg. Pulling the cup up to your lips to take a sip of the alcohol mix, wincing at the cold beverage going down your throat leaving a burning sensation in your chest. It wasn’t good but it helped you get drunk to survive the next 4 hours at the party. One cup became two...which became 3 and eventually 4. Somewhere into the night, you lost Abby, who somehow knew everyone there, who somehow lost her girlfriend in the fit of people. Last time you saw the couple they were arguing in a corner, Abby’s face scrunching in irritation as her arms crossed her chest, rolling her eyes at her girlfriend. Her partner touched up and down Abby’s arm, pleading with the girl about something. But from the look of It, Abby was denying it, shaking her head at the girl. The couple had been always arguing, it seemed their honeymoon stage was short-lived as their rocky foundation came cracking down and now their arguments and make-up sex ruled the relationship. 

Now you were lost, not even sure if Abby was still here or if she decided to call Ellie to come pick her up and take her home. Suddenly you needed air, the sweaty bodies making your clothes feel a lot damp in comparison to how they felt when you first went in. You were going up the stairs from the basement holding tightly to your cup as you passed people who were headed towards your direction, at the stairs, were pushing and shoving. Entering the kitchen area which was, of course, filled with more bodies and a specific face catching your eye.

Abby’s girlfriend, stood there in all her glory, flashing her friends a billion dollar smile while hanging off of the arm of some frat member, kissing the guy as his arms were all over her. The crowd around them cheering in surprise. Your heart sank, where was Abby? This was not good, making your heart beat fast, watching as the two leaned in to kiss each other…again, now in a full make-out next to the alcohol table. Your eyes went wide, causing you to turn tightly on your heals bolting for the door. Making your way out of the house in a hurry, it didn’t help that you were drunk and your heart was now beating in your ears replacing the deep bass of the music. Converse at one with the black-top pavement, your right hand resting against the side of the house as you stumbled to the front lawn, between the gate and driveway. You were almost there when swiftly your body collided with a hard chest letting out a grunt as their hands wrapped around your waist, to shield you from falling.

“Y/n?” You knew that voice, it was Abby’s, you finally found the girl after looking for her for half of your night. Her hands were still at your waist, slightly squeezing it, with her nails digging into the side of your smooth skin to get you out of the trance you were in. Abby was really touchy, especially when it came to you, you don’t know why she did it but you tried not to take it too literally. Get your head out of the gutter, you would think. You panicked gripping her arms when she finally pulled you away from her chest to get a good look at you, scanning your body to see if something happened by how hard you were breathing and how fast you were moving.

You put me on a feeling I never had, never had, never had (never)…

“You look like you seen a ghost…shit, what’s wrong” Abby questioned. You parted your lips to say something making eye contact with Abby, but you quickly looked away, dropping your head as your lips closed again and nothing came out.

“Have you seen my girlfriend?” Abby questioned, your heart aching at the question. Abby mind-as-well take a knife to your heart and stabbed you with it. You weren’t gonna lie to her, you couldn’t but you knew the reaction Abby would have as soon as the words left your mouth. Abby didn’t like the look you were giving her, you look guilty, almost regretful, the same look you give when you answer something wrong or did something you definitely shouldn’t have.

I think I started somethin' , I got what I wanted, Did-didn't, I

“…Abby,” you dragged, your voice at the same tone as doctors when they prepare to give you the worst possible news of your life, and with that you started shaking your head. All you could do is lowly point to the kitchen as Abby’s eyes followed the direction you were pointing to,  the soft gaze she usually gives you instantly developed to one that was cold and avoidant. Abby didn’t speak further, rubbing her fingers at the side of your waist for a second, as if she had been thinking about what to say or what to do, her hands were delicate with you and almost soothing, but your body felt cold as she let go and walked right past you and into the house.

You let out a breathe you didn’t know you had been holding, cursing to your self as you pushed yourself into the wall with your hands on your knees. The bile forming at the back of your throat making you drop the red solo cup. Luckily for you, throwing up was not an option in that moment and you gave your self a minute to go walk to the road. As you make your way to the curb, sitting yourself on the gravel as you tucked your head down on your arms that were resting on your knees, rocking swiftly to ease you from chucking out everything you had drunk in the last hour.

You were in a daze failing to notice the jingling keys coming from behind you as an arm came down to touch your back making you jump. Head up and looking around in bewilderment. 

“Hey, it’s just me..” Abby whispered, her soft voice contrasting with the loudness of the house behind the two of you. It’s not that you felt bad for Abby, well you did, but instead it was the jungle juice you had not mixing well with your empty stomach. You tucked your head back into your arms. Abby knew you were drunk out of your mind, the way your words slurred or the rambles coming from your mouth before finding that her girlfriend was truly up to know good like everyone said she was. 

“Um thank—“ Abby cut herself off kneeling to sit next to you on the curb, before trying to make her statement again.

“I’m not the type to say it, and you know that but..um, thank you,” Abby muttered, looking at you fully this time as she closed the distance between the two of you on the curb, her hip touching yours as her hand continued to rub circles in your back. This time you could smell the pine cologne radiating off of her and her body heat keeping you warm in the night chill. 

“What..hmph, what are you thanking me for Abby?” You groaned, your voice soft, feeling a bit of nervousness start to take over your form, you refused to look at Abby from your current position, rather finding your arms way more interesting in the current moment.

“Thanks for not lying to me..I guess, I don’t know” Abby let out a swift nervous laugh. You felt her body vibrate as she laughed before she cleared her throat again.

“No, I'm serious this time——“ 

“Thank me one more time and I’m gonna kill you,” You mumbled, voice monotone, causing Abby to laugh again. This time her hand snaked up your back, sending a shiver down your spine, causing your body to jolt making Abby smirk from her position. Her gentle yet roughened hands moved to your cheek to move hair out of your face and behind your ear. 

“Mm..you know what, she didn’t deserve you” you confessed, making Abby freeze. You weren’t sure where this sudden liquid courage came from, hell you couldn’t think straight. Now you were just saying things, but you always thought it, and it was true. She didn’t deserve Abby, or how much Abby sacrificed to be with her, almost damaging her reputation. 

“I know,” Abby put in, shutting her lips tightly, her face shifting to more stoic as her she put her tongue to her cheek before smacking her lips. 

“Do you..?” You slurred, hiccuping as you spoke now looking up to finally look at Abby. She looked so pretty under the moonlight, her hair in its usual braid as she wore a simple black tee with her pretty chain sitting across her neck. Untouched. Your eyes met hers, low yet full of adoration and admiration, and your eyes flickered to her lips. You didn’t know what you were doing, it was as if someone had been taking control over your body. 

novocaine, baby I want you...

“I don’think you do” your voice came out below a whisper, taking your hand up to play with the chain around her neck as she leaned in closer to you, she could smell the alcohol on your breath and you could smell the cologne that didn’t seem to go away. It was almost as if you had put a spell on her, your presence numbing the heartbreak she experienced just a few minutes ago. You were numbing the pain for her.

just one taste, a little taste, she wanted you to love her numb

love me now, when I'm gone love me numb...

“n'you do?” Abby questioned, bringing her hand up to grip your face, as the two of you were practically on top of each other, her lips hovering over yours but before she could lay a gentle kiss, the two of you were interrupted by loud music coming from down the street. Making the two of you jump apart, opening the gap between the two of you on the curb. The car’s brakes screeched stopping in front of the two of you at the curb, it was Ellie. Of course. You gave Abby one last final look, but she had been too distracted by Ellie’s sudden appearance to give one back.

“I’m seriously gonna start fucking charging y’all, I’m not a damn uber” Ellie groaned, turning down the music so that the two of you could hear her. 

“Hurry the fuck up! Let’s go!” Ellie sassed, hitting the side of her door, as her arm hanged out the window. Abby only shook her head at her best friend, standing up then looking back in your direction and grabbing your arm to pull you up. 

“I owe you!” Abby shouted at Ellie who only mocked the girl as a response, Abby dragged you by your arm to the backseat of the car, almost like you were a rag doll. Opening the door swiftly with her freehand before giving you one last look.

“Get in baby,” Abby lectured, guiding you in with her hand on your back. You complied, climbing into Ellie’s back seat sitting up firmly as Abby closed the door behind you after making sure your feet were tucked in. As soon as the door shut you fell over in Ellie’s backseat with a groan. The loud smell of weed, and the rap music coming through the speakers made you feel like you were back at the basement of the party.

“Throw up in my backseat and your washing my whole car, oh!— and with your bare hands y/n I’m not playing with you” Ellie shouted which only earned a groan from you in response,

“Whyyy are you yelling,” you whined as your hands went up to cover your face.

“The fuck did you drink?” Ellie drew her face back in confusion at your attitude before turning the music up a little bit louder. Abby was now in the passenger seat fiddling with her phone, occasionally checking on you in the back, which you had now passed out. The windows cracked just enough for fresh air as Ellie drove back to your dorm complex. The car was completely silent as Ellie handed Abby a pre-rolled blunt and her lighter from the glove compartment. Abby silently thanked, feeding into the temptation and putting the blunt to her lips. releasing the smoke as she tilted her head back into the headrest. If she was gonna be fucked up, she might as well have been high. Sending a: “we’re over, for good. Get your shit and go bitch” text to her girlfriend— well ex-girlfriend with ease. Abby turned her head to look at you who was still sleeping in the back, letting out soft snores that could be heard through the music as your hair blocked your face.  

but, girl, I can't feel my face, what are we smokin' anyway...

“Fuck…” Abby cried out 

“Dude, turn that down she’s sleeping” Abby snapped reaching her hand for the volume button making the music at a moderately low volume, it didn’t help that Ellie was playing Marvin’s Room by Drake that made her want to bash her head into the window. Ellie was preparing to argue, but chose not to realizing the shitty night the two of you were having. 

“You know I’ve never seen her drink this much” Ellie sighed. You were like a little sister to her and she wondered what it was that drove you to keep drowning yourself in cups. Abby hummed bringing the blunt up to her lips realizing she hasn’t either 

“Same,” Abby blurted out as she detached the blunt from her lips really thinking about the situation as a whole. Abby felt paralyzed almost numb in the seat, especially when her ex-girlfriend now crossed her mind, her heart went cold, and she couldn't feel a thing. “—well I lost her, halfway through the night, she probably started drinking because she was alone” Abby confessed feeling guilty that she didn’t stick up under you all night which probably would have resulted in the both of you having a better night. 

“You mean to tell me…you were so pussy whipped you failed to see that, that girl” Ellie pointed at you, “Was missing from behind you” Ellie finished throwing her hands in the air for a quick second before reattaching them to the wheel. Abby sighed in response realizing how shitty she looked in this situation, and you already didn’t want to come which made her feel bad in the first place. 

“When are you gonna start being honest with yourself Abby?” Ellie sneered as her eyes were focused on the road.

“About what?”

“About what?” 

“The truth is you like y/n” Ellie revealed turning her head slightly to see Abby’s reaction. Abby paused at Ellie’s words. Well yes, she liked you, anyone would like you! The way your hair flowed as you walked, the way you laughed, or the way your nose scru— fuck. She really did like you. Abby gave Ellie a look putting out the empty blunt in her hand, and stuffing the lighter back in the glove compartment. Abby was now burning holes in the side of Ellie’s head. 

now I'm something like the chemist on campus, but there's no drug's around, quite like what I found in you

“Pft..no” Abby hesitated to answer, rubbing off what she said. While you were her friend, she was always going to look out for you because no one could do an efficient job of doing so. Yet she felt that she could. Abby scratched her neck, muting her phone that had been blowing up with a text from her ex-girlfriend cursing her out. 

“I’m calling you bluff” Ellie speculated, shaking her head as her hands gripped the wheel even more. Abby parted her lips to rebuttal Ellie’s statement but was cut off when Ellie suddenly began to lecture her. 

“For one second I’m telling you to think that just maybe what you thought you wanted with— whatever the fuck her name is, wasn’t genuine, but you felt as though you wanted y/n the whole time yet you thought you couldn’t have her”

Well, shit. Call Ellie a tarot reader for the way she had read Abby for filth as if she had been stalking her every move. If this was a game of chess, Abby would be losing miserably while Ellie was on the road to victory. But Abby didn’t wanna give Ellie the satisfaction of being right. Abby suddenly remembered your sleeping figure in the backseat rubbing her eyes at the current state of the situation. Her throat groggy and itchy from the blunt she smoked wasn’t helping either. 

“Are we seriously having this conversation right now, mind you— with her in the car?” Abby inquired, nodding her head at you in the backseat, her jaw clenching and she smacked her teeth giving Ellie a glare from her position in the car.

“Fuck yeah, we are because the ignorance you fuckin' have of your reality is pissing me off” Ellie spat, narrowing her eyes. She was riling Abby up, good. Ellie wanted Abby to see the mistake she made by not being upfront with her feelings like Ellie had been encouraging her to do before she even got with her girlfriend. Abby’s nostrils flared as she continued to listen to Ellie’s words. 

“All I’m saying is, look at what you wanted and always wanted, and then look at what you settled for” Ellie cleared her throat focusing back on the road ignoring the intensive, disbelief look Abby had been giving her. Abby bought one hand up to her lips, deciding not to fight Ellie’s words. Abby did like you more than a friend, but it scared her. The possibility of you saying “no” and rejecting her, haunts her more than she realized. Maybe she did try to replace you with someone who couldn’t even compete with you, lowering her own standards to a false sense of home and security. Her ex-girlfriend could never give her the same feelings that you had given her without a single touch, and Abby knew that.

“What felt real to you, Abby?”

I can't feel, feel her, novocaine for the pain, for the pain...

[lucarionite9364]

Johnny Cage x reader x Kenshi Takahashi

CW: Smut (18+ content)

Word count: 1527

PART 2

Straight horny ngl

How you ended up in this situation evades you, but god . . . were you glad it happened.

You were gently shoved onto the bed by the Hollywood actor, and pinned down by your wrists. “Eyes on me baby,” he spoke. He takes a free hand and roams your torso freely, squeezing lightly on your breasts. You let out a soft moan as he circles his finger around your clothed nipple. Johnny removes your top and looks awestruck while staring at your half clothed body. “Quit staring at me like that” you say impatiently.

“Let him stare all he likes, I can pick up the slack” says someone behind you as he cups your face in his hands from behind you. You tilt your head back to see Kenshi gazing at you seductively. As you are staring at each other, Johnny takes this moment to pull your bra down and start sucking at your breasts. You let out a surprised groan. Kenshi takes this opportunity to kiss you open-mouthed. As your tongues clash for dominance, you feel a rush of heat go straight to your core.

You move your tongue in circles around in the swordsman’s mouth, occasionally letting out breathy moans. His stubble is scratchy against your face, but you can’t find it in you to care as two handsome men ravish you. The lighter haired man slowly trails kisses down your upper torso toward your naval, sending shivers through your spine. He massaged your hips with his large hands, causing you to buck your hips upward into his head. He smirked, “Someone’s needy tonight.” You tried to wiggle your hips but he held you firmly. “Let me take my time sweetheart,” he lets out a chuckle, “we have all night.” This made you squirm even harder as he then dragged down your pants and panties, revealing your whole body to the two starved men around you.

Kenshi moved his ministrations to your lonely chest and began tweaking and pinching at them. At the same time Johnny drags his strong tongue up and down your clit causing you to writhe in their arms. The taller man leans down into your ear, “Uh uh Uh, no escaping this time,” he breathes out. You can’t control the desperate moan that escapes you. He goes down farther to suck on your neck, surly leaving dark spots by the morning. While Kenshi works on you from above, Johnny makes good use of his big mouth down south. He laps and sucks at your lips and clit like it’s the only thing he’ll ever eat again. He groans while inserting his tongue into your sopping cunt. Grasping onto Kenshi’s arms for support, you feel tears prick at the corners of your eyes. They fall down your face as you look down and see the actor staring up at you with the most fucked out expression on his face. This causes you to go over the edge and squirt all over his face. He happily starts lapping at all the juices and helps you ride out your orgasm before he pulls away.

“Holy shit, Johnny” you can barely speak as your legs are still shaking. “You look so beautiful when you cum on my face, babe.” You feel your face flush as he says that unabashedly. Kenshi wipes your tears from your face as he lets out his words of agreement. Johnny kisses your mound and stomach again as he sits up and straddles your waist. You feel something hard poking your back and see Kenshi looking into your eyes with pure lust on his face. While you're distracted, Cage flips you over onto your stomach. Wobbly, you rise to your hands and knees and are met with Kenshi pulling you in for another sloppy kiss. You hear the sound of clothes rustling as they start to undress themselves, hands or lips never leaving your body for too long.

You start to palm at the darker man’s shirt to help him get it off quicker. Spreading your hands over his pectorals, dragging his garments over his strong, tattooed arms, and off him completely. You’re lost in the feeling of his mouth on your when you feel something long grind up against your ass. You let out a gasp as you turn around just as Johnny spits on his hand and rubs his hard shaft languidly. You move your hips backward to meet his hardened length, but he lands a harsh smack on your ass instead. You yelp out in shock. “Needy little slut, so ready to take my cock aren’t ya?” He degrades. Your pussy throbs at the insult and your breath starts to pick up. Kenshi pulls your face toward him by the chin, “I want you to look at me darling, I wanna see your pretty little face around my cock, sucking me off like the whore you are,” you stare at him as your face flushes deep red, “can you do that for me, baby~?” You desperately cry out yes and nod your head eagerly as he palms his stiffening cock in his hands. “Then be a good girl and stay quiet, we don’t want anyone else finding us now do we?” You feel Johnny’s hands all over your ass as you spread your legs further apart to give him access.

He teases the tip of his shaft against your entrance making you cry out in frustration. “Come on Jo–HNNY UGH!” He gives you no chance to finish your sentence as he shoves his dick into your tight cunt. You barely get to recover from the intrusion as Kenshi pushes your jaw open and thrusts his hips to your lips making you gag around him. The two earthrealm defenders let out groans and sighs of pleasure simultaneously.

Kenshi fucks your mouth hard and fast. Wanting to give him more pleasure, you hollow out your cheeks and suck harder on him, he lets out groans in pleasure at how good your mouth feels. He grips his fist into your hair and tugs hard making you moan out around his dick. Johnny grips onto your hips for dear life as he rams into you as hard as he can. He’s very vocal about his pleasure, spewing out words about how you feel so good and he can’t get enough of your pretty little pussy. His words of nasty praise make you clench around him, making him even louder. Kenshi starts to silently berate Johnny as he’s being too loud. Johnny just looks at him and smiles his signature grin. Being fed up, Kenshi pulls Johnny into a heated kiss, which quickly devolves into sloppily making out. They moan into eachothers mouths as their hands find their way around the other’s bodies.

The pleasure you feel is overwhelming, that damn inside you welling up, about to break. You’re helplessly moaning around Kenshi’s cock and Johnny is plowing you like there’s no tomorrow. The two men finally have released each other’s mouths to give you their full attention. Johnny is panting heavily as he leans down, covering your back, moaning in your ear. “Baby,, hah,, I’m so close. Nghh- I’m gonna c-cum. Baby you’re so pretty, can’t believe I haven’t done you sooner hah.” You squeeze him tighter at his words, crying out around the shaft still going in and out of your throat at lightning pace. Kenshi's eyes are screwed shut and he’s breathing heavily. “Ohhh, Y/N, your mouth is so good. Hah, I’m gonna shoot my cum so far down your throat. You want that? You want my cum in you?” He speaks through gritted teeth, trying desperately not to bust right then and there.

With a little more sucking on your part, you get Kenshi to go first. You feel the hot seed before you taste its salty flavor. He grips your head on both sides and shoves it down till you’re deepthroating him. You can’t breathe but the feeling of his cum sliding down your throat is too good to care about anything else. Johnny brings his hand down to circle and press against your clit once more and that throws you both over the edge. Your mind blanks and you swear you black out for only a moment. Johnny bites down on your neck to keep his sound level in check as he spills inside your heat.

Your juices mix together as he fills you to the brim. He stills inside you as he pushes every last drop into you. Kenshi falls back onto the bed, you and Johnny following suit. You’re squished between them, feeling Johnny slowly pull out of you with an obscene squelching noise. You groan at the feeling and loss of his length. Kenshi pulled you closer into his chest, wrapping his arms around you. He was warm and comforting. You could hear muted grumbling behind you as Johnny complained he wasn’t getting any attention. “Get over here, Cage” you and Kenshi both say at the same time as he pulls you both closer (unintentionally squeezing you into his tiddies :3.)

(I hope you enjoyed🤧 I had fun writing this)

[vampgal202]

Lights, Camera, Action (James Franco x Female reader)

summary: James Franco and Y/n always hated each other on set. But everyone could feel the undeniable tension between the two. One day when the pair have to film a sex scene for their new movie, the scene becomes a little too real.

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, public sex, lap grinding, degrading kink, slapping.

"No please I'm fine!" I say to my manager, bickering at me through the phone. "Today you are shooting a few small scenes and the sex scene, honestly Y/n if you're not comfortable-" My manager responds back to me breathlessly. "I'm fine! I got to go, I have to get to the hair and makeup trailer, I'll meet you on set." I say, hanging up the phone, annoyance laced in my voice.

I was definitely not enthralled by the fact I had to shoot a very nude, intimate scene with James, but that's what actors do! James and I never got along, but we have been in more movies together than I could count. Our on-screen chemistry seems to be the main thing that keeps the money flowing in our pockets. I hate James, and since we have spent so much time with each other working on projects, he knows exactly what to say to push my buttons.

***

"It looks amazing, thank you..." I say under my breath to the hairdresser doing my hair. She smiles at me and exits my trailer. My hair was let down, flowing down the back of my robe. As my hairdresser exited, James entered. I turn in my chair to face him, giving him a bored expression. He was wearing the same white robe as me, and his hair was all-natural, revealing the small curls in his hair.

"What?" I say to him, standing up to grab a cigarette out of my purse. "why are you always such a moody bitch?" He says to me scrunching up his eyebrows, a look of confusion and disgust all over his face. I pause my movement, pulling the now-lit cigarette away from between my teeth. "What the fuck is your problem, I'm sorry that I'm not crawling up your ass every second like everyone else on set," I say to him, walking closer to him. He laughs, looking down at me like I'm some idiot.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" He says to me, only a couple inches away from my body, looking down at me with so much hatred. I look at him for a second, scanning his face. "This is my trailer, you brought your sorry ass here to come to bug me because clearly, you got nothing better to do," I say to him, finding myself raising my voice. "My sorry ass? Good luck making your way around Hollywood without me, you self-righteous cunt." He spits back at me, now only an inch away from my face.

I slap him across the face making his head turn. He looks back at me, grabbing my jaw hard with his hand and slamming my back against the wall behind me. Before I know it his lips are on mine, forcefully kissing me, still tightly holding my jaw. My hand grabs the back of his hair pulling and tugging as he hungrily kisses me.

His tongue aggressively moves around my mouth, his body now fully pressed against mine. I can already feel the pool between my legs. Until he pulled off of me, letting go of my jaw and stepping back, looking at my body flush against the wall. He brings his fingers up to his now red, swollen lips, and drags his fingers against them, smiling, and walking out of my trailer.

***

"AND, ACTION." The director yells, and the camera starts rolling. I look into James's eyes as he's on top of me. I could feel his genital guard digging into mine, protecting us from actually having sex. I watched as he flicked his eyes down to stare at my unclothed tits. His large hands rubbed up the side of my body, grazing his thumb over my nipple. Although this is a scene, I can't help but feel aroused and I don't know why.

A sheet covers both of our lower halves, only exposing our naked torsos. James pushes his hand under the sheet, touching my genital guard. My eyes flick up at him, knowing that's not a part of the script, but I play into it. He removes my genital guard, looking up at me. My cheeks got hot at the thought of the whole cast watching, thinking this is just us 'acting.'

He removed his and looked at me, I nodded my head. I could see some confused stares from the people on set, knowing my head nod of approval was not in the script. I look away, trying to remember my line but hesitating as he slides himself inside of me. I say my line, trying to keep the sheet from slipping off of us. I tried to keep my moans minimal as to the script, but I couldn't help it.

His cock is thick and big, fucking me so good. I didn't care anymore, I pulled him down kissing his lips, completely moving off the script. The directors didn't stop us, because the acting looked too real to intervene. He swirled his tongue around my mouth, fucking me harder. I could feel the feeling building up in my stomach indicating I was gonna finish soon.

My moans become louder and the scene becomes more heated as I grab onto him, ready to finish, right here. "AND CUT." The director yells and James pulls out of me, putting his genital guard back on, leaving me under the sheets. "This is not done." He whispers in my ear as he gets up. "That was the most amazing sex scene of my life, I could've sworn you guys were really making love under there!" The director says to me and James making us both awkwardly laugh.

Getting up quickly, I walk past the amazed looks from my 'performance' and walk back to my trailer. What the fuck did I just do. I can feel my cheeks get flushed at the embarrassed thoughts. In one swift motion, my hand gets pulled from behind me, spinning me around and making my back slam flat onto the side of James's trailer. He stands in front of me, his eyes dark, filled with desire.

I grab his face and pull him down towards me inclosing his lips within mine. He pulls away, grabbing my wrist and pulling me into his trailer, closing the door behind him. His hands are quickly on my body, pulling off my robe and genital guard, cupping my tits. He discards his robe and genital guard, pulling me against him, and walking backward until the backs of his legs hit the couch, sitting down. Placing me right on his cock, I straddle his lap, kissing up his neck and jaw making him let out low moans of satisfaction.

I start grinding against the base of his dick, spreading my juices up his cock. "Yeah, you wanna ride it?" He says to me, licking his lips and smirking. I nod my head, giving him a devilish smile. His hands caressed my thighs and hips, guiding me as I grinded on his hard cock. He grabbed his cock, dragging it through my slit and rubbing circles on my clit with his tip, making me throw my head back in pleasure. "Fuck me." I let out breathlessly.

He brings his dick to my entrance and I slam my hips down making him let out a low groan. I start riding him fast and hard, my tits bouncing in his face. "yeah you fucking dirty whore, take it." He says to me between moans, digging his fingers into my hips, making me whimper. He grabs my jaw, turning my head. "Look at me. Look at me as you ride my fucking cock." He says to me, squeezing my jaw with his large hand. I lean in closer, smashing my lips against his.

He kisses me forcefully, biting my bottom lip as he pulls away from me. "Yes, James ah." I start moaning, loudly, wanting to close my eyes in pleasure but keeping eye contact. His eyes were half-lidded, his mouth releasing moans and cuss words. "Fuck I'm coming close," I say to him, becoming tired and sloppier as I ride him. He grabs my lower back and flips my back onto the couch. Now he's on top of me, fucking me with so much force.

I was practically screaming in pleasure. He leans in closer, making his body flush against mine and pulling my hair. I whimper loudly, cumming all over his cock at the time as he finishes inside of me. He quickly pulls out of me, grabbing the box of tissues and cleaning up. He looks me in my eyes for a second as he's cleaning me and see a moment of sincerity in there.

"Sorry for yelling at you," I say to him quietly."Which time?" He says to me, smiling. "Shut up" I smile back covering my hands with my face. "Sorry for calling you a cunt." He says in a serious tone. "You're just saying that because you were just inside of me." I start laughing to myself making him start laughing too. Maybe James isn't so bad after all?

[pedge-stuff]

Fic request: Pedro or reader has an intense panic attack in a public. Reader has to talk him through it and calm him down enough so they can leave the event. Holding each other in bed.

clean up, aisle 4 (pedro pascal x gn/m!reader)

a/n: same vague universe as “marked," per usual.

thanks, as always, for everything.

summary: sometimes, you deal with the downsides.

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"I feel like we tried this and didn't like it."

Pedro inspects the back label on the box— some kinda chickpea flour protein pasta 'alternative' that came less-than-highly recommended by his personal trainer— before re-shelving it alongside the other sad, fake noodles.

The grocery store has become a little bit of a minefield. Gladiator 2 prep was exciting, until the rigorous hours in the gym started requiring a specialized diet. He can't eat carbs, you don't eat meat, both of you love frozen pizza, and neither of you really want to participate in the whole classic disordered Hollywood eating thing. And yet, here you are.

Home-cooked meals have consisted mostly of roasted vegetables and dry, baked proteins. You're attempting to eat "clean" in solidarity with him, but...

"We don't need pasta," Pedro laments, turning away from the shelving altogether. "What's left?"

You pull the notes-app list back up. "Whatever kind of frozen fruit you want for smoothies, plus pitted dates. I'd love those wasabi almonds from last month, but I dunno if they have them again. We could get Skinny Pop, if you want it?"

A grimace. "That's fine."

"We don't have to get it, Pedge."

"It's fine, really. We need something for the movie tonight, right?"

His shoulders slump as he pushes the cart onwards. The back right wheel is making a little squeaking sound, sharp and grating on your last damn nerve. This grocery store feels more and more like a minefield with every aisle turn. The balance between supporting Pedro in his training, and wanting him to just say fuck it and be happy, feels entirely precarious.

"Almonds," Pedro mutters, veering right, around an obnoxiously large Goldfish display and the toddler sobbing loudly in front of it. An obstacle course of bright lights and loud sounds. "Almonds, almonds—"

"Ohmygod, Pedro Pascal."

Immediately, no. Two college-aged, tri delta-looking, fresh-from-the-salon type girls, grinning like they'd won the damn lottery. Fans— no one he actually knows says "Pay-drow."

The wheel squeaks again as they grind to a forceful halt; the girls are standing directly in the path of the cart.

"Should we ask for a picture?" They speak at full volume, to each other, as if he isn't standing right in front of them.

"We have to, for the gram. Oh my god."

"Maybe Deuxmoi will pick it up."

Pedro grimaces as they start rummaging for their phones. He's always generous with his time— sometimes a little too generous, so concerned with hurting peoples' feelings that he'll take selfies through the drive-thru window, or walking the dogs. Even one memorable time, pumping gas.

Only at night, lights off, tucked away, does he ever confess his frustrations. As though he should not want privacy; as though being grateful was more important than being safe. Guilt eats him in ways that you alone cannot heal. All you can do is hold him a little tighter.

A phone is thrust towards you. "Can you take a picture of us?"

Before either of you can react, one girl has her arm over Pedro's shoulder. The other, on his waist. He's never been one to shy away from affection— had been pushing the cart single-handedly, with the other on the small of your back, since the dairy section— but that intimacy does not extend to strangers.

They are laughing, chattering— something about Game of Thrones. You distinctly make out so sexy and slay.

But you hardly register them, instead frowning at your partner as you snap a couple pics without looking. He is frozen, eyes fixed somewhere past you, though he offers a wan smile for the camera. Answers a question you can't hear with a half-hearted laugh, before gesturing to the next aisle. A polite gesture, too far from the fuck off on the tip of your tongue.

Pedro attempts to move away, but the girl's arm is still snaked around his waist. Trapped. She reaches to wrap the other around, attempting to encircle him in a teddy bear-style hug. This, here, is the limit.

With a rough, jerky motion, he forces her off of him. "Sorry, sorry," he says quickly. "We need to go."

"But—"

If you push the cart, and it happens to roll over a perfectly manicured foot, well...

Pedro is a few paces ahead of you, stalking towards the almonds like they owe him a grave debt. His fists clench and unclench at his side.

Not good.

His tells for a panic attack are well-catalogued in your brain. You push the cart to one side, mouthing an apology to the man you almost plow down, before approaching Pedro with caution. His chest heaves as he frowns at the Blue Diamond display, breaths noticeably shallow.

"Pedro." Fighting muscle memory, you don't touch him. Don't want to startle him, though concern burns a hole in your own diaphragm.

"Mm."

"Baby, look at me."

His eyes squeeze shut, instead. "I'm good. I'm good."

"Why don't you go to the car, I'll finish up quick."

"I'm good," he insists, voice cracking.

"It's OK if you're not good."

A hitch in his breath, and Pedro's face crumbles. "Just startled me, is all," he whispers, brown eyes pooling remorsefully. "So stupid. Can't even make it through the fucking supermarket to get my fucking fruits and veggies."

You reach for his hand, lithe fingers prying his clench fist apart. Soothe the red-crescent divots in his palm with the pad of your thumb. Wait for him to continue, as if you're not both standing in the middle of the nuts-candy-and-coffee section.

"Everything is just a lot right now," Pedro says, dragging in a shaky but deeper inhale. His other hand swipes across his cheek.

Mentally, you catalogue how difficult it would be to return the items in your cart; how fast you could retrace your steps, and rush the man home.

You bring his palm to your lips, instead. "Go take a smoke," you suggest. "And then we can get the fuck outta here."

"Someone's gonna post it online again. Everyone's talking about how I reek of cigarettes."

"You have reeked of cigarettes as long as I've known you. They are late to this." Tugging playfully on the hand you still hold, you wait for him to crack the barest, thinest of smiles.

"You still love me, though."

"Enough to fight off anyone else who tries to dry-hump you in this Whole Foods."

Slowly, you both retreat to the abandoned cart. "Can we—" Pedro stops himself, unsure of how to ask.

"Whatever it is, babe, yes."

He pushes forward. "What if I was asking if we could get naked right now and run through the supermarket parking lot so people would think we were crazy and leave us alone forever?"

"Then I'd start untying my shoes. It'd be hard to pull my jeans over 'em."

The wasabi almonds are, finally, pulled from the shelf. You proceed to the freezers. "That's not what I was gonna ask," he admits, grabbing a bag of chunked mango.

"Bummer."

"Can we just get some normal fucking popcorn? If one night's worth of fake butter is what does me in, someone else can be the Gladiator, I give up."

For him? Anything.

[racoonpookiedepartment]

Johnny cage: Hollywood’s Favourite Pornstar

Halloween Hotdogging

This is going to be both the conclusion to the Kinktober series, aswell as one of the last writings before my break! Sorry about the ending :(

Johnny Cage x Male Reader

(Bottom) (Top)

It was right after a long halloween party at the Cage mansion, Johnny was dressed in his “John Kahner” costume and you wanted to humor him by being the “Ninja Mime” from one of his movies.

Words can't describe Johnny's reaction to seeing you dressed up like him, the amount of times you had to touch up your makeup because of Johnny smothering you with kisses was too much to count.

If you got a dollar for everytime Johnny had said

“You look amazing” that night alone, you would have enough to buy his mansion yourself

And now that you two were alone in the mansion, and a little (a lot) drunk, you could have some fun.

Johnny wasted no time in pulling off your belt and tugging your pants to the ground, he tugged away at your scarf and covered you in tiny little bites all over your sensitive skin. Your mouth was currently a smudge of black and white paint mixed together but at that point nothing else mattered besides johnny.

It seemed you two were a little too excited. Johnny was tugging at your cock with rapid speed, but this time he did something new. He pushed you onto the bed and pulled off his pants.

He climbed on top of you and grabbed your cock again. He directed your tip to his hole but for a guy that was so cocky, he hasn't had anything that big, or inside of him like that ever. He slowly lowered himself onto you.

You felt the heat and tightness of his hole as your tip stretched him open, Johnny winced and groaned, he tried to go lower but he couldn't handle it and pulled out.

“I.. I’m sorry pretty boy.. You’re just..” he took a pause

“Its too big” he added

As much as you wanted to pound him, he was new to that kind of thing. Just then you got an idea, he can get the same sensation, but with no pain. You changed positions and put johnny on his hands and knees

“What’re you doing back there pretty boy?” he asked, you gently placed your cock between his big cheeks.

At first he was confused because he didn't want to do anal, but when you started to hotdog him he understood what the idea was. You wet your cock with the pool of pre cum johnny gifted you and got to work

Slowly you started to slide your dick up and down between his cheeks, it felt just as good for you as it did for Johnny as he started to groan himself. You still felt the warmth of his hole, but still this would still work.

Johnny started to jerk himself as you kept grinding against him, it was starting to feel a little too good. You went faster and johnny only groaned harder, the alcohol was making everything intense

Johnny started to groan faster, he unconsciously started to push himself onto you. You felt yourself getting closer to your own orgasm and you were almost about to shoot over his back when he started to whine

“No no cum in me please.. please just cum in me” he begged, you've never heard Johnny being this desperate before, but you followed his orders, once again you gently pushed the tip into his hole and…

To be continued :)

[timemachineyeah]

when I first got sick, first had to grapple with the ongoing state of my condition and that I wasn’t getting better, one of the things I had to adjust was how I planned to feel

like, at first when I became ill when I planned for my future I planned for one where I recovered - got some diagnosis or just slowly built up stamina - and redirected back to the main plan, the one I’d already been working on

and it took a long time

a long time

to learn how to plan for feeling bad

both in terms of the actual logistics - how much I can schedule for myself, how much energy is reasonable to give to what tasks, what I have to energy to eat, how far I can walk, what household tasks can be accomplished, how much of a break I will need afterwards - and in terms of just emotional and intellectual acceptance that this could even be okay, that I could be okay like this

it is still the hardest part, the part where I plan my future around my limits. I like dreaming big, even if it’s sometimes bad for me (like right now, in this moment, where I’m scared it’ll be bad for me), and picking a lofty goal and grinding. Shoot for the moon, if you miss etc. I went to film school, and Hollywood is all about the hustle and grind. but I couldn’t hustle and grind anymore. I can’t even pretend that if I work myself to the bone it could be enough, because my working myself to the bone is a working entertainment professional’s mental health day and I know because I clung to that industry as long as I could and it’s still where a lot of my heart lies and there’s no universe where I can compete in it. sometimes I can’t even put on a bra.

these days my lofty goals are things like “if I just keep chipping at it maybe one day I’ll finish a web novel and a few people will read it” and that’s not a bad goal but I don’t hold any illusions that it’s a viable income plan.

anyway, it turns out life is okay when you plan for what you’re capable of rather that what you wish you were. it took me a long time, and it’s not perfect, and I’m very dependent upon family and it only works because they are not awful about it (there was a time they would have been, but they got better), but I manage to do a lot more now by planning my life around what I am able to do rather than what I hope to be able to do (or what I am forced to do by unaccommodating circumstances).

it’s nice day to day, even if I still get more behind on cleaning than I would like to and don’t get as much done, to have things arranged so that I don’t exhaust myself and I can quickly access what I need or whatever I would like to do

it has been really helpful to make choices based on the presumption that this will be ongoing, since it has been for ten years. it has been helpful to presume that it’s a diagnosis of exclusion, like ME/CFS, and that I might never get more concrete explanation than that let alone a way to feel better, and to come to terms with that

so I’m having a really hard time emotionally processing that I might have a diagnosis.

like, of the “according to your labs” kind

the kind that comes with drugs and treatment plans

but only might have a diagnosis only might it’s just one test it’s just one test. I will do more tests tomorrow. and also who knows how long it’ll take to actually get an appointment with the referral so

only might only maybe

[joshslater]

A Star is Born

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"It's not just porn. The adult industry is much more than that. Unlike Hollywood there is room for more narrow interests, and more diversity in actors. Obviously the revenue per title is smaller, but the production overhead is too, so you could still get some decent cash."

I had changed to my sincere voice, somewhat undercut by the venue and the thumping music in the nightclub, but otherwise I had stacked everything I could against him.

"I don't know, man." He was still unconvinced, but I knew now it was self-doubt, not stigma that held him back. He didn't think he had neither the looks nor the body.

"You're exactly what I need. You don't even have to be naked. $200 for a few minutes of dry humping. Then we can see what the response is."

He sat silent, nodding slightly to the music and making up his mind. "What would your mates say?" I asked, already knowing the answer. In his friend circle he would move up in rank, being seen as desirable and virile.

"Ok, I'll do it."

The first shoot I keep very much on his terms. We have a large couple of warehouses in the old paint factory that closed where we can fit a lot of different sets, though you can't use two sets near each other due to the noise. I made sure the studio was empty by the time he arrived to avoid any second thoughts. I let him use his own clothes for the same reason. We go to the "boy room" set and I hand him a baseball bat. "Just walk in through the door, pick up the bat, put it between your legs, and grind on it for a bit. Just pretend it's the best fucking experience you've ever had."

I take the camera and he awkwardly follows my instructions. It's very stiff up until the bat is between his legs, when suddenly his whole performance changes. He slowly teases the bat in and out, polishes the base of the handle with one hand, keeps the bat in place with both legs and moves his hands like his jacking off a huge wooden dick, rhythmically buckles his whole body while riding that bat, in and out, while his ever louder moans turn into an uncontrolled scream of pleasure as he comes in his jeans.

He's trapped.

He's looking confused, shocked almost, as I wrap up the shoot. He's barely listening to what I tell him about publishing dates and payment details, as he is walking behind me toward the exit with a dazed look on his face. He just can't believe what he had just done. Not the recording of erotic content for the internet, well only partially, but mostly that he would be so good at it. He'd bragged of course to his group of mates what a stud he was, like they all did, but any of the girls he'd slept with would rate him "fine" at best, and he knew that. But here he had been like possessed by a gogo dancer.

There isn't any visible cum stain on his jeans yet when I take the bat from him and tell him goodbye. It will probably not soak through at all, but it will be on his mind all the way home. There will be a lingering feeling of unease, pride, confusion, and horniness that he can't shake over the following days. He'll have boners more often than even as a teen, and jack off multiple times a day. Every time with a big release and trembling orgasm. He might hook up with some of the girls he knows to relieve his constant horniness, and find that he is a much better lover than he used to be, but can't last very long. Most importantly it will only give him a very short-lived relief.

By the time I call him a week or so later he's desperate to film. I ask him to come in later that afternoon, making him disrupt whatever else he has already planned. He shows up right on time though, slightly out of breath, and with a visible bulge in his jeans. This time there are a few people around in the studio. A painter is finishing up the new frat room set, dirtying the area around a light switch with a paint-dipped sponge as we walk by. Once we carefully pass by the "boy room" set a pair of twinks are fucking on the bed surrounded by a cameraman, a boom boy, and the director. He's torn between his old impulse to look away in modesty and his new one to see as much as possible. He doesn't slow down, but he is taking in everything.

I lead him to our private gym. It doubles as a movie set, but all the equipment there is legit and used by all the talent in between shoots. "The guy on top is Xander XeXy," I tell him.

"What?" He looks confused.

"The guy you watched in the room I filmed you in. He's been trending a lot." I can see reality intruding. He realizes this is a business with porn actors doing porny things, seen by the public. "Oh. OK."

He doesn't follow up so I move on to our business at hand. I hand him his next outfit, a maroon sweatshirt, grey gym shorts, white crew socks, and a pair of Nike sneakers with orange details. No underwear. The sweatshirt has a yellow sigil printed on the front looking like any college emblem, unless you read the "Professional Porn Actor" around the rim of the sigil. At first he looks a bit lost, like he's wondering where he'd change outfit, until he realizes we just walked past two naked men fucking.

He gets naked and his dick stands attention as soon as it's out of his briefs. He doesn't look at me, awkward about being alone with a man, naked and with a boner, for the first time in his life. The moment he lets go of the grey sweatpant shorts, the tent his erect dick made collapses and the dick hangs down one of the shorts legs. It's the same size as when it was erect though.

I pick up the camera and start shooting, directing him to get onto the treadmill and start running. His sloppy dick isn't really visible through the thick shorts fabric, but you can see from the movement that it's swinging inside. After that warmup I continue to direct him on what equipment to use, what exercises to do, and with what configuration. Light weights, many repetitions. I however ask him to repeat the sets several times to give me multiple camera angles to cut between. At least that's what I tell him. Then when he is all damp and flush after the thorough session I tell him to start over from the beginning and do all of them once more. This is the only usable footage, because otherwise it would be obvious how much he's changed in just two hours.

He looks about the same on the treadmill, though way more athletic, an inch wider shoulders and a few inches shorter, with his dick flopping around. Then it starts getting interesting. During squats we can see a tent forming, and by the time we're recording bench presses there is a very noticeable straining of fabric going on. Much bigger than was going on before, though perhaps unsurprising given the size of his now much larger flaccid dick.

We move to the locker room set and I have him stretch a bit, feeling himself up after the workout, before sitting down and cool for a bit. Then on the bench he starts to tease out his rock-hard dick from his shorts. He takes the balls out too and just stares at them for a bit. I'm still recording of course, but I haven't told him to do this. He doesn't know why he did it. "It's what would happen in a porno, and we're recording one," is how he rationalizes it for himself. At the same time he wonders why he did it unprompted. Deeper yet he is confused about how his dick is suddenly way larger than when he stepped out of his jeans just hours ago.

He grabs it, leans back against the lockers, and begins to stroke himself. It is already slippery from sweat and pre, and makes a wet noise as he lets his hand move up and down the shaft. As the shoot before he begins to moan loudly, and goes on for a good 5 minutes until he erupts in shot after shot of cum landing on his sweatshirt and his shorts. As before he is looking shocked and confused as I wrap up the shoot and he finds himself on a porn set, drenched in sweat, and with several ropes of cum on his clothes.

He slowly puts his deflating dick back into the shorts while I come to the rescue with a towel to clean up the worst of the cum. I tell him it was great, that he's a real natural, while I nudge him to his feet and walk him back out through the studio. I tell him he should consider doing workouts regularly. That he looked great doing them here and people would love watching him doing more. He's still in that post-orgasm glow, but nods politely while looking at the now empty sets to see if he can get another glimpse of any action. At the entrance I hand him a promo card for the Xander XeXy series and thank him once again. He's well out the door before he'll starts to wonder what happened to his old clothes, deciding to pick them up another time.

He'll be hard again before he gets home, and he'll be self-conscious about the big dick being hard to miss as it moves around unrestrained, bouncing against the fabric of the shorts. Then he'll have a few days of uncomfortable discoveries. He's just as horny as before, but instead of constantly orgasming and getting hard again he's lasting much, much longer. He's not interested in getting together with any of the girls he has on speed dial to ease hard dick issues though. Nor does his usual porn appeal to him. Instead he's just lying in bed, pumping himself for an hour or two until he explodes in loud orgasms. Maybe an hour later he starts firming up again.

He's giving excuses to avoid meeting any of his group of friends. The shirts don't fit his broader shoulders anymore and his trousers either don't fit at all, or show a big dick outline. When he does show up for a night out he finds himself distracted, like nothing he used to like about going out interests him anymore. He's introduced to a new girl. "He records some adult videos," his mate says with a wink. "I can see why," she responds, staring at your groin and licking her lips. She just looks so boring to him. It's getting more and more difficult for him to orgasm and he doesn't even see the point of having sex. He feels like a soda bottle, and masturbating or sex is just someone shaking it without opening it.

He's getting a pair of compression shorts to wear under his gym shorts, and a membership to the cheapest gym within reasonable distance. Something about looking great and others watching got stuck in his head. He's following the same routine as in the shoot, and really putting in an effort. To his surprise he can see some of the other men glancing his way. He likes it. If only they knew how hard he was while they were watching him, he's thinking. Perhaps they too were hard watching him. Suddenly his fantasy is pushing him to the edge and he is overcome with the desire to finish. He runs to the locker room and find the most private place he can, though nothing is truly private there, and starts working his big dick. It's not unlike the latest scene he recorded, but this time there are people within earshot hearing him moan. He's sure of it. His cum explosion is more under his control this time, so he doesn't look unreasonably untidy, at least not given his previous hard workout. Hardly any visible stains that can't be explained as sweat.

The few people in the locker room behaves as if they didn't hear anything, but he knows they would have to. He blushes as he rushes out and jogs back home, his mind again a jumble of emotions. Back home he strips naked, puts on the "Professional Porn Actor" sweatshirt, loads the Xander XeXy video from the business card URL, and coming again several times over the next few hours.

By the time I call him next time he's into a routine. Workout at the gym every day, a run home, and an hour or two of wanking to Xander videos. It takes longer and longer for him to get off. Physically he's changed further. Dropped perhaps another inch, massively improved muscle definition, and a whole lot of extra chest muscles. Most of all though his body fat has continued to climb down, making his face look much younger and leaner. His friends have mostly given up on him, or at least decided to come back later when he isn't so occupied with his latest obsession.

I call him in the middle of wanking, asking him if he wants a supporting role for the next Xander video. I can almost hear his precum drooling. I tell him that it's a bit of a bad boy on bad boy, so he needs to be outfitted properly. Nothing permanent of course, but it would fit the scene if he got some piercings. Doesn't have to be anything crazy, but perhaps a ring in each ear and studs through the nipples. I could of course just do it myself, but I want him to find a place, book a time, feel the procedure, and then anticipate the shoot for a few days.

He shows up on time, hard and horny. He hasn't been able to come for the past few days. He's wearing his new golden earrings, the porn actor sweatshirt, but compression shorts and blue jeans. Xander is already there, shaking his hand and greeting him by name. It always makes such a big impact when the guy you've been masturbating to for two weeks is just as stunning in real life, and knows your name. I quickly move along to our garage set, with a shutter door to the outside, to snap him out of his daze a bit. Partly to be professional, but party to not make him too comfortable with Xander yet. Just before the garage I have them strip and put on the dirt bike kit I've laid out for them. Thick polyester pants, slinky polyester shirts, boots, gloves, helmets, and goggles. All of it Fox Racing branded.

The glossy material of the shirt hangs off of his sizable chest and you can see a hint of the piercings through the material in certain poses, but his focus on the upper pec muscles makes the nipples point slightly out and down. I've told Xander to keep it cool initially, so there's no talking between them. For this shoot I've also gotten a boom boy and a cameraman, so I'm free to only direct.

First I have them mount the dirt bikes, some cheap 125cc ones we got that look aggressive with lots of open space, black mechanical parts, and the rest in striking green for one and blue for the other. Then they ride out a bit, turn around, and we start rolling. They ride into the garage, kill the motors, and dismount. Then they do a bit of teasing each other, while they remove more and more gear. Googles, gloves, helmet, shirt.

He's too into looking Xander's naked chest up and down to notice he is hairless and bronzed. They play a bit until Xander pushes him onto the flatbed with rugs and crap on it. I cut and before we continue with the sex part we need to set up the fixed cameras we cut between. With Xander on break and the rest of the crew rigging I walk up to him and tell him he was great. Then I push him every so slightly on the abdomen and a small amount of oil leaks out of his pores, covering him with a glistening sheen that makes the muscles pop in the light. It'll lock him into that greasy twink look we've been looking for.

[vanillawurld]

༊*·˚Water To Wine

✧.* Pair - Johnny Cage x Fem! Stripper! Reader

✧.* Tags & Warnings - Reader is a stripper, strip club, swearing, nudity, erotic dancing, feeling, touching, and BONER ALERT.

✧.* Extra - I'm sorry that this is a headcanon but I can't think of a good plot to make it into a oneshot (Unless you guys wanna help me) p.s water to wine by kali uchis is so good

✧.* Word Count - 665

: ̗̀➛ As a Hollywood actor, of course, Johnny has been to some strip clubs with his friends. He enjoys listening to the music, watching the girls dance on the pole with practically nothing on, and making the girls happy by throwing wads of cash at them. After Johnny had heard that there was a new girl already making a reputation for herself in a famous strip club, he had to check it out himself.

: ̗̀➛ She was called "Elektra." After Johnny saw her dancing on that pole with her tight outfit on that showed her body one time, he understood what the hype was about and had to get more of her.

: ̗̀➛ It started off with little things; going to the club just to see her, throwing money at only her, and showing his support by yelling out phrases. Then it started getting bigger; asking for private dances and trying to get her attention. Every time he would ask for a private dance, she was either already giving someone a dance or ready to leave. That was until she was finally free to give Johnny a dance.

: ̗̀➛ Johnny felt like he had been waiting for this his whole life even though he's been watching her for almost 2 weeks. When she pushed him down on the chair and started dancing, he felt a huge wave of euphoria rushing over him. He immediately felt his pants getting tighter and tighter. He was hard for her.

: ̗̀➛ Johnny wanted to touch her and feel her. He wanted to kiss her, he wanted to fuck her, he wanted to do anything and everything to her if it meant giving her pleasure. He had a big smile on his face. He watched through his sunglasses as how she was grinding and dancing on him.

: ̗̀➛ Knowing that the person she was dancing on had a name and a reputation excited Y/N. She wanted to give him a good, almost flawless effort in dancing. She wanted to show him why she's the best.

: ̗̀➛ The two didn't talk. The room was mainly filled with the music playing outside and the men and women cheering for the ladies dancing on the poles until Johnny decided to break the silence between them:

"If you ask me, I'd say you're giving it your all just for me." And there was the cockiness Y/N would hear people say about Johnny cage. She only rolled her eyes and turned to face him. She studied his features and started gushing in her head over the fact of how handsome he is.

"Do you want to make things more interesting?" Y/N asked. Johnny instantly nodded making Y/N close the curtain fully so the security doesn't peak in. She turned to Johnny and took her top off, exposing her tits to him, making him move in his chair. She got on top of him, grabbed his hands, and placed them right on her chest. At this point, Johnny already felt his pre-cum wetting through his underwear.

"Why are you so speechless, Johnny Cage?" She asked him with a smirk on her face. He started moving his hands to her waist and started rubbing them while a smirk on his face started to form. He looked her in her eyes and told her, "Start dancing, sweetheart." To which Y/N immediately started doing it without a second thought.

After a few minutes of dancing and touching, Johnny was impatient and was about to talk until he heard someone outside say 'Times up!' Y/N immediately put her top on and was about to leave when she felt Johnny grab her wrist. She turned to look at him with a confused look on her face and watched as Johnny struggled to say something. "Can I... get your name?" was all he said. Johnny watched as Y/N just giggled and softly placed her hand on his cheek before walking away, leaving him mildly disappointed.

˖◛. *. ⋆ Vanilla Speaks

IM NOT DEAD but hai :3

also this was lowk bad but IDGAF