#lil but smudged but whatever

[rebeccas-rambles]

Did this for an art assignment and liked how it turned out so... here's the house of Finwë (plus some relatives)

[doodlboy]

Serving whorish zombie @ work

[backwzzds]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ you done yet? choso (nsfw)

it doesn’t take much for your man to put your brat ass into place.

thinking about quiet goth!choso who doesn’t even have to say or do too much to put yo ass in place. you had a naturally dominant personality; you were energetic, and spoke your mind up very well—all the complete opposite of choso.

but when that man got you in the bedroom?

it was was weird. in all your past relationships, you never felt safe enough with anyone to fully flourish in your feminine side. you always had to be tense and on guard, hardly allowing yourself to really feel safe in the arms of your partner. wasn’t your fault anyways; none of your ex boyfriend’s made you feel secure enough to allow you to be the princess you were.

choso was the complete opposite. he was really quiet and barely said more than three words a day to anyone who wasn’t you, but it wasn’t because he was a pussy or anything; mans just didn’t have anything to say. he always spoke the most when it came to you, though. you two always had meaningful conversations when you were alone together, so much so that it was an ongoing joke in your friend group that you were the only one to ever hear what choso sounded like.

it’s not like it bothered you anyway, choso wasn’t friendly to other bitches and that’s all that mattered. if anyone dare tried to make a shot at him, he’d stare them down until they got uncomfortable. or, he’d give the classic got a girlfriend, not interested. go away.

you loved him for that.

so while he barely spoke publicly, that didn’t mean he didn’t speak with you. you’ve known choso long enough to pay attention to his social cues in public as well. you knew when he was annoyed of those around him, uncomfortable, and just wanting to go home with you. if you were purposely testing him, all he had to do was give you a look or whisper behave in your ear and you were ready to kneel like a bitch for that man!

something about choso made you feel so safe in his presence. you knew bookie carried around a lil armed piece on his persons at all times, but that was just an added plus as to why you felt so secure with him. he never masculinized or dehumanized you (outside of sexuality), never made you feel as if you were in some sort of struggle relationship, and he never made you fight for his love. whatever you wanted, you got. literally, figuratively, and sexually.

besides the fact that he towered over your already taller frame, choso just made you wanna melt into his arms every single time you were with him. you could talk about him for hours, how good he smells, the hidden tattoos that only you could actually see, the way his nose scrunches when he’d laugh at something stupid you’d said—you were so in love with that boy.

so in love that usually if a man were to tell you to behave, you’d bitch back and start an argument. you cant tell me what to do, nigga, you’d say with a roll of your eyes. but when you were in such a healthy relationship, all you could do was follow choso’s every order when he got you in that bedroom after telling you what to do.

“you done actin’ like a fool, mama? think those dudes had enough of your show, hm?” his grip on your neck was tight. but you couldn’t take him seriously. not when the only thing on your mind was him pounding into you in a few minutes. all you could do was give him a sloppy and hazy smile, lip gloss smudged all over your face from his nasty kisses earlier.

choso can’t help but smirk just as malevolently as he looked down at you. “you think i’m laughin? tell me what’s funny baby, ‘cos i wanna laugh too.”

you grin, showing your teeth. “nah, nothin’s funny papa. know you’re boutta fuck me up in a few minutes though.”

your man lets out a small chuckle as he yanks your dress down, tits spilling completely free. “yeah i’mma fuck somethin’ up alright. bend over.”

[savannahsdeath]

a part 2 of -this- ❈ dealer!ellie . an unspecified-criminal's daughter!reader and her father's reunion . this is v short but this lil part had to be done anyway and the next part(s?) will be a rollercoaster istg!!!

warnings: only smoking and language

she tried to cover up her surprise with a nervous smile on her lips. the same lips which quickly ended up babbling curses anyway.

you hesitantly grinned at the view of the spooked girl. "yeah, daughter!" you haughtily declared, though your voice was even more surprised than hers.

"holy shit." she extended her hand. "i'm ellie. i work for him."

"you do?" you almost squealed and shook her hand, murmuring your own name in exchange. she started to lead the way and you were happy to see that you were walking in the right direction the whole time.

"yeah. it's nice to meet you, tho..." without turning around, she looked at you over her shoulder, as if to make sure you're still following her footsteps. "he never told me he has a kid—" and just like that, in a swift moment — like a snap of fingers, she realised why.

you didn't know what to answer. you weren't shocked, yet something about this fact made you somber and melancholic. you just nodded, before slightly changing the topic to a more optimistic side. "so, what is he like?"

she turned and started walking down a narrow, claustrophobic street, which welcomed you with two buildings surrounding your sides.

you couldn't help but feel like your question knocked her out of rhythm. "uh-oh— well, he's a good guy, just... harsh," she admitted, "but i'm sure he will treat you like a princess."

you smirked as you got to an exposed surface again.

ellie stopped in front of a meager pub. "trust me, you prefer to not come inside. i'll call him outside in a second, 'kay?"

you agreed and restlessly stamped your foot while waiting. you forcefully put the letter in your pocket, crushing it mercilessly. all you could hear was the muffled voices of men inside and the smashed piece of paper, which crunched as your leg moved.

ellie came out in the presence of a man twice your age. you tried to notice any similarities between you both and, though you couldn't point out any specific ones, you were sure you have his genes.

the girl backed away and leaned against the pub's wall, leaving some space for you. she took a pack of cigarettes out of her pocket and stuck one between her thumb and index finger.

you felt the paving tiles turning sticky like a slime, making you unable to take a step in any direction. all you could do was stare at him, with your lips going dry, aching head and eyes unable to cry, yet lachrymose.

you cleared your throat and heard him whisper your name, as he stood right in front of you now. he raised his hands and cupped your face with them, lightly caressing your skin. yours found their place on his, brushing your fingers against his. you felt his muscles flex and hypothetically but properly conjectured his job made him strong, whatever it was.

you smiled, favoring him with your pearly whites. your cheeks felt scorching, almost sizzling and your whole body somehow painfully tingly. he pulled away after what seemed like eternity and patted your shoulder.

"what a pretty girl" he whispered, amazed and dazed, before taking a step aside, revealing you to ellie's eyes. "she looks just like me, doesn't she?"

as the girl parted her lips, a cloud of smoke soared and smudged in the air. "i can't spot any differences," she shouted, "it's hard to tell you two apart. identical like two drops of water!"

your father gently but quickly spun you around, so you weren't facing her anymore. "not funny!" he hissed, what made you flinch, though you could hear ellie chuckle in response. he turned back to you, his hand landed on the small of your back. "i know a very good restaurant near!" he exclaimed, moreover you just noticed how hungry you are and how much things there are to tell and talk about.

✧˖°

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[adawngswife]

dating sean diaz hcs pt 3

sassy man apocalypse is real

- does that thing where he lights ur cig/joint/whatever like he did w lyla at the beginning w u ALL THE TIME. in fact he will purposely offer u one just so he can do it. he absolutely loves it and he has no idea why

- if ur not a smoker at all he thinks u coughing up a lung is cute in a weirdly endearing way! he pats ur back while laughing and urges u to try again bc he can be a bad influence at times LMAO

- whenever u guys sit together in class sean has a natural tendency to start doodling on ur arm. some days he just does one or two cute little drawings and other days hes a whole fucking tattoo artist. u walk around school with whole arm sleeves for the rest of the day

- “don’t move (y/n) im drawing the tentacles”

- “sean u said u were gonna draw a little rose…”

- he will look up rlly quick at u and goes back to drawing the kraken LMAO

- u draw like one little dot on his paper and u guys start fighting over it 😭 by the end of it theres 50 micopenises on his paper and u have a HUGE detailed penis on urs bc sean is extra asf

- sean loves messing with ur hair. after a while of dating he will just walk by u and ruffle ur hair at school. honestly, a part of him likes doing it and just fast walking away bc he can hear u complain in the distance LMAO

- hes weirdly into the unkempt look...

- bf air is real with him. if u wear makeup, u always leave his house with smeared lipstick and smudged eye makeup. not even bc u guys were getting down (sometimes) but just bc u guys are constantly play fighting

- u almost always text sean later saying how embarrassing that was and get mad at him for not telling u the whole time

- daniel, being a blunt kid, tries to say something abt u looking like a mess when ur about to leave and sean just slaps his hand over his mouth. daniel makes indistinguishable whining under his palm while sean ushers u out the door 😭 he chooses not to tell u bc he loves when u look like a mess, stray hairs and everything.

- despite u not liking it AT ALL he draws it in his journal later while kicking his feet LMAO

- sean is very prone to accidents. it doesnt help he loves risky activities (ex. skating) which causes lots of scrapes and bloody noses

- he likes when u wipe his nose with a tissue with a concerned face it has him feeling pampered asf.

- when u get close to his face with a swab and nag under ur breath abt him doing stupid shit he just goes “ur right it wont happen again” while trying to suppress a cheeky lil smile. he loves it when u care for him and act bossy/motherly in general 😭 does this imply the void karen left is very big and wide? maybe! he lacks self-awareness in this department tho.

- all he knows is gf take care of him = feeling like a snug bug in a rug

- hes a dork but also a gentleman so hell do backflips to hold the door for u and make sure u walk on the inner part of the sidewalk. when u refuse to listen he gets mad and forcefully drags/shoves u 😭

- i feel like u guys are such a night couple. sean just enjoys places better when its dark tbh. plus u guys are always up to weird antics so… u guys get to be as loud as u want and nobody is out to hear—and boy r u guys loud

- VOLUME UPP on ur guys favorite songs in some desolate area and screaming the lyrics in sean’s car is ur guys' THING. u guys start acting out the lyrics and dancing bc both of u feel so comfortable with each other

- the thing is u guys r always doing separate dance interpretations. chronic engagement in parallel play 😭

- except sean stops like a deer in headlights when he hears a crunch. sean is a scaredy cat tbh he def snapped his neck to look at where the noise came from. both of u guys slowly turn ur heads to each other and sean immediately starts the car. u call him a party pooper and hell just keep shaking his head instead of responding LMAOO

- "we're not staying here that's some white people shit (y/n)"

- considering sean grafittis, i feel its an almost given for him to know all the local abandoned places in seattle

- at first u were totally creeped out by the dark corners but sean made it a point to keep u safe and comfortable! sean was acting like a lil ninja and kept peeping around corners. the whole way there he awkwardly semi-rotated around u like a shield bc u couldnt decide whether being behind or in front of him was scarier LMAO

- he was also a lil smug bc he finally gets to the be the one whos not scared. he does the MOST to look cool in front of u

- “squatters better not snatch my girl around the corner…” u just look at sean in disgust 😭

- sean used to HATE the phrase “my girl” and thought it was so corny. he started using it ironically bc both of u guys thought it was funny and now he cant stop 😭

- when u guys got to his spot u were smacked in the face with all his VIBRANT beautiful work. u walked up to each of them like a museum exhibit and sean stood behind u rubbing the back of his neck all embarrassed

- sean does a little one dedicated to u! u watch his concentrated face; his furrowed eyebrows and occasional lip lick before he turns to u with a shy smile!!!! he gives u the spray can and guides ur hand to put a little smiley face + ur initial next to it

- since then, u guys always made it a small thing to leave ur marking everywhere. u guys r the couple that etch their initials into trees, benches, etc 😭😭😭 im sick.

- sean keeps a sharpie in his pocket just so u guys can do an impromptu grafitti sesh

- on nights where sean doesnt feel like seeing daniel u guys go to empty parking lots. he does little skate tricks while u sit there in his hoodie complaining about something and he exclusively replies in "right" and "mhm”

- u get annoyed thinking hes not listening and then he responds word for word what u said PLUS his interpretation 😭 shuts u right up

- sean acts like he doesnt love girl gossip but hes a closet chismoso. theres this little curious glint in his eyes whenever u starting talking more passionately and he stops skating just to sit next to u on the sidewalk w u and tune in

- ud be dropping hot gossip and sean would do dramatic ass facial expressions. his eyes would bulge out his head and his mouth would drop LMAO. he hollers “what??” after u drop big details too

- he doesnt like anyone u dont like and he supports u blindly ALL THE TIME. even when u backtrack and think u did something wrong he reassures u that ur right with a deadpanned face

- he lowkey a little instigator bc he always feeds ur delusions

- sean and u have like two screws in ur heads combined so when u guys call u just sit in silence and try the filters. literally all u can hear for half an hour is nose huffs from sean and screenshot clicks when u change to another filter

- u guys will start talking with ugly filters over ur face and sean's eyepatch and parrot filter starts glitching when he turns to tell daniel to get out of his room LMAOOO

- both of u guys are weird as hell bc the call will be going on for another five hours and sean will be in the kitchen with a horse head eating cereal. neither of u guys are questioning it at this point

- tbh u both can be kind of tmi with one another 😭 u guys say “eww” to each other so often but it doesnt stop either of u LMAO

- best friends who are also lovers is a must

also i associate steve lacy with sean sm like infrunami, SOME, bad habit, and Uuuu is what i envision when i write these hcs. when steve lacy was trending it was such a good era 😭😭 oh and also i associate los retros with sean heavy

[gasolinerainbowpuddles]

ezra + bath oil + titties

GO

You absolute menace ily hahaha. Initially I was just going to do a short lil drabble that was a continuation of our disgusting musings about this man, but then I said why not make this into an entire feature in honor of @swiftiscruff's Friendship Exchange? You know, give our boy Ezra some real time to shine, and all in the name of celebrating friendships formed over that little verbose slut?

So, here is my Ezra oil shower titty fic dedicated to the lovely Kelli in celebration of the Friendship Exchange.

𝗔𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗵 𝗶𝗻 𝗬𝗼𝘂

PAIRING(s): Ezra x fem!reader RATING: explicit material | 18+ WORD COUNT: 3k CONTENT: AU where Cee doesn't exist sorry lmao, established relationship, titty fixation, edible/food safe bathing oils, Ezra comes with his own warning, egalitarian assplay, cumplay, fabric washcloth used as gripping agent

Your nose for the most part had become blind to Ezra’s signature, tangy musk that edged into a ripe stench on hotter days. Even though you’d settled into the outskirts of a modest trading town and begun taking on the doldrums of keeping house, Ezra hadn’t fallen from his habit of going a little too long in between bath days. In times past he would go unshowered due to lack of amenities – the worlds you’d traveled and harvested from had hardly offered much in the way of hygienic routine – but now there was no such obstacle. He could bathe any time he wished and take as long as he pleased. You had your own home together now, one you were building upon each and every day, but the transient, unpredictable life that had become so ingrained into him was hard to shake. The notion of permanence was fleeting no matter how many days passed under your roof.

You, on the other hand, had become part fish since putting down roots here. There was a bathtub and a separate shower, and you craved the warm pool of water to soak in after a long day. Ezra liked to give you grief for wasting such a precious resource as water even though this planet was abundant in it. And yet, his admonishing never kept him from slipping into the wash room to ogle your bare form in the bath. You just wish every now and then he’d partake himself.

“The suns in all their unwavering glory has me feeling wrung of every bit of moisture,” he huffs as he fills a glass with something to wet his tongue and flood his scratchy, dry throat. “It’s good fortune that we needn’t adorn ourselves in protective suits here. I can only imagine the sort of foul fog that would cling to me then.”

You’re well aware of the second sun’s habit of becoming unbearable in these few weeks that your now home planet rotates closer to it. Your skin is sticky and wet with exertion, but at least all the growth pods you and Ezra have worked so tirelessly to establish are flourishing. They needed as much extra attention as any human on this planet did during these hotter spells. Soon enough you will forget all about the vehement heat when you and Ezra take your yields to the market during The Great Exchange and come home with lighter wagons and heavier pockets.

You accept the glass from Ezra and drink down whatever he’d poured. The cool creep of it down your throat already feels one step closer to equilibrium. “I guess we should wash up before we get the entire house dirty,” you reason.

“Hm, I suppose we should.”

You trod upstairs to the bathroom and bite back a scream when you see Ezra procure one entirely too small washcloth from the cabinet.

“You’re only washing at the sink?” you ask in what you pray isn’t a too panicked timbre.

“You don’t think the sink is robust enough to address my filth?”

You scrunch your nose, and that’s all the answer he needs. He chuckles a little and sets the singular washcloth aside. It already has smudges of who knows what just from him handling it.

“Tell me what you propose, my Little Gem.” He has an easy smile and those dangerous, glittery eyes fixed onto you.

“I mean, if you’re too tired I could, you know, I wouldn’t mind getting you washed up.” You shrug as though it’s enough to offset your way too eager proposition.

“You believe my own efforts are inferior?” he teases. “My Little Gem needs to take matters into her own hands and not rely on the fates?”

“Well, you’re always talking about wasting water. Wouldn’t it be saving water if we showered together?”

He cocks an eyebrow. “You would forgo your hallowed soak just to bathe with me, Little Gem?”

“I’m way too gross to just get into a bath. It’d just be sitting in a pool of my own funk. This level of gross calls for a full on shower, I think.”

“And you’ll tend to me in there?” he purrs as he steps closer to you and curves his hands over your hips. The pungent tang of his body makes your nose scrunch again.

“Much to tend to, it seems,” he remarks in response to your overt repulsion.

You need to take Ezra up on his noncommittal commitment of getting into the shower with you before he changes his mind. You quickly concoct a plan to hold his attention and agreeability in the small shower. You grab the soaking oil you drizzle into your baths on especially achy days and prop it on the shower ledge. You start peeling off grimy, damp layers of clothing and nod to Ezra, who begins doing the same.

You cross the room to where you stow your accessories and extras and grab a few items to pin your hair back. The last thing you need is something getting in the way of you giving him a thorough scrub down. Ezra saunters after you like a cat on the prowl, eyes roaming greedily up and down. Before he can derail the entire enterprise, you slink into the shower and start the water.

The initially cool spray is a contrary sensation to the heat emanating from your skin, but it quickly warms to a soothing slip. The stall darkens as he steps inside, broad shoulders blocking out the light struggling to filter in through the expanse of him. His frame was a thickened amalgamation of corded musculature padded in the softened flesh of a satiating supper every evening. The work here kept him lean for the most part, but you much preferred this iteration of him – all brawn and lithe but with the markers of an untroubled life.

“It seems all displeasure with my hygiene is forgotten once I’m naked as the day I was born,” he murmurs low and self-satisfied.

You roll your eyes but know he’s correct. A lover as competent and enthusiastic as Ezra meant overlooking other personal drawbacks wasn’t too difficult. “I’m sizing up my work,” you protest.

“And what do you make of its sizing?” he purrs with a gentle roll of his hips against you.

You knew this was where things would go almost immediately, and yet you still had the nerve to be caught off guard. “Ezra,” you grit out. You guide him under the stream and tell him to stay put while you grab the stack of washcloths you’ll need.

Upon your return you note the ashen brown water falling from him and circling the drain. “I must admit–” he says through the water rushing over him. Your eyes catch the flex of his biceps as he raises his arms up to work the water through his hair and scalp. “–There is something quite divine about the ritual. All sins washed away. A clean slate. A pure soul ready to be defiled once again. Isn’t that right, Little Gem?”

“What?” you mumble absentmindedly, too preoccupied on ogling the trail of water snaking down his torso and into the thicket of brown coarse hairs below his waist.

He only grins with a devious slant to his mouth and pulls you under the spray with him. His hands wander across your body in a lazy exploration. The only thing keeping you from abandoning your task altogether and just letting him take you right there in the shower is the persistent odor still clinging to him, now taking on a damp quality that only heightens the earthy grub and grit components within.

“Take a seat on the ledge, Ezra.”

He gropes the curve of your ass and presses a few kisses to the column of your neck before complying. “I’m at your disposal.” He spreads his arms open, inviting the work and focus of your hands on him.

You avoid looking at his half hard cock bobbing gently with every movement and soap up the first cloth. You try to avoid the snare of his gaze as you begin scrubbing his face, but he catches you with it as you lather through his beard. The corner of his mouth pulls up, an instant reassurance that he knows exactly the effect he has on you.

His face is a brighter, pinker vision once you rinse it, and it solidifies your resolve to scrub every inch of this man while he’s indulging your whim. His hands roam up and down your legs as you scratch and scour his hair. The fragrance of the soap combined with the purged dirt fills the space. You move to your hands and knees and start scrubbing from toe to knee then thigh to groin. He surprisingly doesn’t make too much of a fuss, which is good considering it takes three separate washcloths to get that section entirely cleaned.

“Surely I’ve indulged your caretaking long enough to have earned a different kind of corporeal attention?” He leans forward and noses at your neck and earlobe, and your body shivers despite the warm rush of water trailing down your back.

“Grab that bottle to your left,” you order as you start scrubbing down his torso. Your breath catches when your wrist bumps into his fully hardened, weeping cock, and you catch the curve of a smirk playing on his mouth. He holds up the unlabeled bottle and gives it a questioning shake. 

“An aphrodisiac?” His eyebrow cocks in devilish curiosity.

“Bath oil,” you snort. “You can, um, put some on me while I’m working on you. You know, just so it has time to soak in before I wash up, too. If you don’t mind.”

His eyes narrow and pull the edge of his mouth upward. He sees right through you, just like he always does. “Here I was thinking my purest Little Gem wouldn’t resort to such lowly deceit and bribery.” He pops the cap of the bath oil open and drizzles a moderate amount into his hand before setting the bottle aside again. He’s clearly amused with the ruse you’ve concocted, but unfettered exploration of your body is apparently a bribe he’s willing to accept.

“Resume your venture to free me from all the remnants of my labors,” he obliges.

“You know, you could just say ‘keep scrubbing me because I know I still smell’, Ez.”

He grins and raises his hands until they hover above your chest, little trickling lines of oil falling onto the slope of your breasts and dripping down slowly. You push your tongue against the back of your teeth to keep yourself grounded. If Ezra decided to start toying with you, you didn’t stand a chance at resisting his efforts.

You slather his arms from wrist to shoulder and work your way to his torso. Meanwhile he grazes a slick finger against your nipples in a ghost of a touch that has you subconsciously chasing his hand. You finish underneath each of his armpits, and, just when he’s behaved himself long enough to catch you off guard, he flicks one of your nipples hard with the edge of a fingernail. A shaky gasp of sharp pleasure flies from your throat quickly followed by a second one when he does it to the other side.

“See to my hindparts, won’t you?” he solicits with a deceptively innocent expression.

You clench your teeth together and take a step forward so you can reach over his shoulders and wash his back. He dips his head and takes as much of your breast into his mouth as he can and suctions with as much strength as he can exert. You yelp and attempt to release the clutch of his mouth from your sensitive bud, but he only sucks harder with a satisfied groan. His arms circle around each of your legs and cause you to lose your footing, which he uses as a distraction to switch sides.

Little pinpricks of purple have cropped up in a bloom of red from where he already sucked, and the force of his pull now promises no different for the other side. He loved to do this to you – get you off kilter, overstimulated, and seeking out more, often all at once. Your breaths come out whiny as he latches and pulls on your nipples and tissue.

“Ez,” you gasp. “I’m–I have to–to finish.”

He grips the flesh of your ass and pulls one cheek aside so that he can deftly push a thick fingertip into your puckering rim. It glides in with no resistance, and you almost think the oil wasn’t even necessary with how much you ached for him to fill you there. He pulls away just enough to disorient you with his intoxicating diction.

“Perhaps before our wash is complete, you’ll be beseeching me just to feel the breadth of me cleaving you apart,” he husks. “Nearly weeping for me to bury my cock in this hole just as you did only two nights ago.”

 “It feels good,” you mewl weakly. 

He hums low and gravelly in agreement as he resumes his ministrations on your breasts. The tip of his finger plunges shallow, a slow in and out, and you know it’s just to tease you for what you won’t get until you are begging him for it. You think that he must revel in the sway he has over you when he so fervently succumbs to you. There’s something so raw and vulnerable in the way he cannot deny his devotion and attachment to you, and so he must have some part of you in the same way as to not feel entirely powerless.

You’re panting despite exerting very little energy at the moment. “I-I really need to finish washing you u—”

He pops off with a loud smack and abruptly stands. He crowds you against the corner and props a foot up on the ledge, caging you in with his cock right at your eye level. Your hands rush with a washcloth and soap, now more greedy to feel him than cleanse him. You lather his entire groin area and resist the urge to lick up the beads of precum dribbling from his ruddy tip. Your eyes keep traveling up to meet his where he watches down on you with an almost omnipotent, divine consideration.

The last washcloth falls to the shower floor, and Ezra slowly walks backward into the water to rinse himself. It’s probably just a trick of the mind, but you swear he appears less hazy than usual with all the grime cleared from him. Your mouth is slack as you watch from your hands and knees on the shower floor, impossibly cramped into the corner of the small space. He smiles down at you. You know how much he loves seeing you on your knees in front of him.

Without a word, he moves the shower head to the side so that it pelts against the tile instead of spraying down on you both before turning around and hitching his other leg up on the ledge. He braces himself on the wall and the wobbly metal and glass door on the other side.

“Reap the benefits of your work, Little Gem,” he says over his shoulder.

You frantically douse your hand with a generous dab of the bath oil and walk on your knees until your mouth is flush against the cleft of his ass. A strangled whimper ekes out of him as you reach a hand between his legs and stroke his neglected cock with the slippery pull of the oil. You entrench your face into him until your flicking tongue delves into his asshole. You massage and prod into it, eyes rolling back when you feel how it clenches in delight at your motions.

Ezra turns again to face you now with what can only be described as a wild, hungry look in his eye. He takes the neatly stacked pile of used washcloths and tosses them onto the floor. You have no time to question his motives because he’s grabbing the bottle of oil and squeezing globs of it onto your breasts, barely returning the bottle to its place on the shelf before he’s massaging them and awkwardly shoving his cock between them and rutting against their pillowy, fleshy tightness.

“Shit,” he hisses. “That ass. That asshole of yours. These tits.” He sounds pained just trying to speak. His face screws up as he fucks between them, moaning appreciatively when you use your hands to press them closer together for him to fuck.

“You like my tits?” you ask a little breathlessly.

He makes a noise of great effort, eyes pinching shut at your goading question. He frees his cock and takes the flat of his hand to slap against your peaked buds. You cry out in pleasure at the sharp, blissful sting. “Bet I could make you come for me just like this. Couldn’t I, Little Gem?” he grits.

“Y-Yes,” you moan.

He makes some unhinged noise and slaps against your breasts in quick succession, barking out an order for you to touch yourself, and teeth glinting in the light with a manic grin as you climax. He starts fisting his length over your face, breaths coming fast and heavy.

“Open wide now,” he pants as he tugs his cock faster. The tip of it knocks against your lip, and you open wider with your tongue jutting flat and spread out for him to cover.

“Just like that Little Gem,” he rasps. “Hold it open and drink me.”

A few short strokes is all it takes before he’s moaning and erupting all over your face and mouth, the hot, thick bands of his spend sticking to your skin wherever they land. He doesn’t stop jerking himself until every last drop is spent. When he’s finally done, he smears his softening cock against your face, collecting his cum in sloppy swipes.

“Now look who is soiled, Little Gem,” he hums. “Clean up the mess you’ve made.” He watches you with half-lidded eyes and a heaving chest. “Wouldn’t want to leave things filthy, would you?”

You oblige and take him into your mouth, sucking and licking until every trace of his spend has been swallowed.

[bloombubs]

— blurb ; " what are we?" notes: reader x adrian chase / adrian being a lil idiot / making out and touching / idk how to end it i just had this little scene in my head. wc: 1k

“What are we?” Y/N asked, a bit breathless as she pulled away from the kiss. The lamp on Harcourt’s desk dimly lit the headquarters that highlighted the scattered paperwork, files, and abandoned computer mouse and keyboard from Y/N’s workstation. She sat on the edge of the desk, the cold surface a stark contrast to the heat growing between her and Adrian. The open room bore witness to their impulsive passion after a mission together, unable to keep their hands to themselves long enough to get back to either or’s apartment.

Adrian stood between her legs, the worn tiles beneath his boots feeling cool against the soles. His hands, calloused from missions and personal training, squeezed the softness of her upper thigh and the curve of her side. The tension and desire between the two were palpable, the air mixed with adrenaline and the faint scent of metal from the shots fired tonight.

Y/N’s hands cupped Adrian’s jaw, her thumbs caressing his cheeks. She noted how Adrian’s glasses sat crookedly on the bridge of his nose—the lenses bearing smudge marks from the close contact of their faces. 

“Work colleagues. What else?” Adrian’s brows furrowed together, his eyes flickering around her face, taking in all her details. Headlights of cars flickered through the drawn blinds, occasionally filling the room with light.

Y/N cocked her eyebrow at his answer, tilting her head to the side. The flickering of Harcourt’s lamp caught her attention for a moment, accentuating the playful gleam in Y/N’s eyes. Out of all the possible responses, Adrian’s matter-of-fact tone caught her by surprise. She almost anticipated him saying something along the lines of ‘friends with benefits’--but with a more lewd phrasing that would only cause her to roll her eyes and have a smile tug on her lips.

“Do you makeout with your coworkers at Fennel Fields like this?”

“Nope.”

“What about anyone on this team?”

“Just you.” Adrian’s gaze held hers, his hand now running up and down the fabric on her thigh. He pinched and rolled the fabric between his fingers, almost tugging at it. The two were both in their uniforms, her uniform more similar to Harcourt’s, while he was in his Vigilante gear. Y/N’s hands slipped down to his chest. His soft curls bounded as he admired her body, his weight shifting between his legs. 

“I don’t think we’re just work colleagues,” even the phrase leaving her lips sounded off. Colleagues? Not even partners in crime?

Adrian’s eyes widened, his grasp pulling her closer. He felt like he was losing her in this conversation. He yanked her hips to be closer to him, her butt barely sitting on the edge of her desk. The movement caused her to squeak, looking at Adrian with confusion based on his sudden movements. “What? Why?” 

“Adrian, I don’t just want to be…work colleagues–I want something more than this–” Y/N started off, her heart beating as she felt his grip tighten on her waist.

“What, like people who enjoy-getting-freaky-with-each-other-on-and-off-the-clock-and-have-sleepovers?” His question made Y/N groan, tilting her head back, which led to Adrian attaching his lips to her neck, trailing kisses down her skin, nipping and tugging at her flesh. His hand slipped around to her lower back, trying to support her. Almost as if he was worried about her changing his mind about him–he didn’t want whatever they had to stop.

“I think we’re already friends with benefits.” She gasped at the feeling of Adrian’s teeth grazing her neck, her nails digging into the padding of his suit. Adrian’s lips explored the delicate skin of her neck, she found herself caught between surrendering to the desire and pushing for something more profound.

“I want more–” Her voice trembled with a mixture of vulnerability and anticipation, her confession hanging in the air like a charged current. 

“More of what? The neck biting? The groping? I can take off my pants right now, Y/N–” Adrian’s voice held a note of confusion, but his hands, still exploring her, betrayed an underlying yearning. His touch conveyed a silent plea for clarity, an attempt to understand her statement.

“Holy shit, Adrian–I like you. I want to be more than this!” She exclaimed, pushing him away from the nook of her neck. The distance she created left him with a lingering ache.

Y/N’s heart raced, the air in the office space held palpable tension. Her eyes, wide and searching, met Adrian’s, silently urging him to comprehend the weight of her words and what she was trying to convey. She swallowed the lump in her throat, her gaze exposing her vulnerability–in fear of risking what they had for the possibility of something deeper.

“Like what?” Adrian’s face turned slightly red, a flush of emotion–more than he would ever be able to identify. He stumbled over his words, avoiding direct eye contact–yet, his fingers traced up and down her wrist, despite all his uncertainty, he was certain he still wanted to be with her. Y/N was an anomaly in his life, and in that moment, he grappled with the unfamiliar territory of an emotional connection. 

The nights where Y/N wasn’t curled up beside him lingered in Adrian’s mind, a sense of longing in his chest. The fantasies of waking up with her, sharing mundane moments and making her his echo in the soft strokes of his fingers on her wrist. He liked the idea of waking up to her almost everyday, being there to take showers with her, to brush her hair, to have movie marathons and eat the take out from his job–or to flirt with her in the grocery shop aisles, teach her DND, admire her figure from across the gym without feeling like a creep because Y/N would be his. 

“Like my girlfriend?” He asked softly, the question hanging in the air—a vulnerable plea for reciprocation. There was a shift in his tone, perhaps the most serious one Y/N’s ever heard from him. It hinted at the genuine desire to be closer to her. 

“Yea–boyfriend and girlfriend. I feel like we already do most of that stuff anyways–” She was interrupted as she felt his hands cup her face, kissing her passionately. The kiss held more emotion, his touch soft and yearning. 

No one at Fennel Fields would believe Adrian Chase has a girlfriend. 

[cuntycheol]

Passion Pallette (Y.JH)

Summary: You need an inspiration for your next artwork. Luckily Jeonghan has a lot to spare.

Genre: Artist!Reader x BF!Jeonghan

Themes/Warnings: Boyfie, slight long hair Jeonghan (we must prioritize his sexy lil evil mind babygirls) , the following contains NSFW content(heavy on smut, straight to the point, love use of cameras, , mature language, overall it's just things we good girlies want men like Jeonghan to do) MINORS DNI!

Songs- Angels by Chase Atlantic, So Wet by Elita, Often by TheWeeknd, Feel That by Junny, 34+35 Ariana Grande, Close with Desires by Thuy, Wet by Jooyoung&Superbee,

WC: 3.5K

A/N: Happy Hannie Day<3 speciaIly for our 1004 boy. Tbh I don't think so I'll ever be sane when Jeonghan's got black hair. Blonde Hannie drives me bonkers but HIM? I would devour every single pride of his phhhew~~ enjoy this lowkey philosophical scrumptious piece caratdeuls!! Hanniehae💜💜

"Fuuu-uuck This won't do" you let out an agitated, low yet soft grumble resonates in thick air among stenches of erasers, fresh papers, acrylics and graphite pencils.

With tousled hair and pencil smudges on your hands, Y/N definitely embodied the tormented artist archetype in a world where questionable AI and digital art has taken over. Your eyes darted critically across each failed attempt, a mix of determination and irritation etched on her face. Despite the exasperation, your sketches hinted at an inexplainable beauty that seemed to elude your grasp. The past hour unfolded with a string of complaints, grappling with the current sketches, that seem to fall short of expectations in a creative mind disrupted by the stark reality of the artistic struggle.

Meanwhile Yoon Jeonghan, your smart-mouth, overly encouraging, sharp yet short-tempered boyfriend provided a contrast as the calm in your artistic tempest; occupying the quiet corner of the room perched on the bed in his usual white shirt-grey sweatpants, with his phone in hand and snacks as companions.

It wasn't a brand new thing for him to see you covered in pencil smudges, a few shavings stuck to your wooly clothing and beads of sweat, followed by smears of paint intact on your skin. Swallowing the last bits and dusting the crumbs off his finger, Jeonghan, engrossed in whatever had captured his attention on the screen, abruptly paused. He clears his throat, as a sign for you to turn around in his chair, and lean back, both of your hands on the arms of the chair; a worn-out disappointed expression plastered on your face meeting Jeonghan's unaffected lazy sunday cool and chill vibes, all while fidgeting a pencil between your fingers.

Somehow, a minuscule atom of irritation seemed to dissipate from your demeanor just by seeing him exist.

He arched an eyebrow with a playful smirk gracing his lips "Perhaps the profound muse for your next masterpiece lies in the gripping scenario of that snobby neighbor attempting to assemble something, which seems like a drawer to me. That's interesting. Hanging a hammer be pulling his jeans though" Curious, you turned your head to observe exactly whatever Jeonghan had claimed the neighbor to be doing. Tucking a strand of his newly growing hair behind his ear, he wore a lazy smile on his everlastingly beautiful face.

He continues, "well, since you're seeking for your savior, I'd say you take a good look around this room. Maybe your next stroke of genius could be inspired by the epic tale of my lone sock that always goes missing in the laundry. A true masterpiece in the making" He bites into his crackers whilst he rubs his chin and you roll your eyes, silently comply according to his suggestion. Your gaze shifts from the failed crumples of sketches on these white sheets, to the walls adorned with your vibrant creations among ivory canvases.

You realize that you do,have a discernable mood to your work. Your artistic endeavors, mostly landscapes with a touch of fantasy or nature, displayed a restraint from the chaotic realm of "multicolors on a canvas." Unless a particular idea sparked your imagination, your aesthetic embraced simplicity, classic elegance, and a penchant for monochrome. Safe to say your aesthetic was always something that's not too much work. Something that radiates simplicity, classic and monochrome.

Your distinctive perspectives, where focus and pressure converged on the canvas, propelled you towards an 8-week apprenticeship among renowned artists in the enchanting city of Paris. During this artistic sojourn, you didn't just participate; you left an indelible mark with your meticulous approach and unwavering passion.

Jeonghan as well tagged along your journey. He possesses an enchantment for photography, turning moments of your artistic journey into captured treasures. His lens became a portal to the nuances of your triumphs, framing the dedication etched on your face during meticulous strokes, the palpable joy of artistic breakthroughs, and the undeniable chemistry between you and your boyfriend amid the vibrant backdrop of Paris. What went on in the streets were no secret, but what went under those sheets certainly were.

Each photograph was a narrative, telling the story of your artistic evolution. The peculiar enchantment of Jeonghan's photography wasn't just in freezing moments; it was in capturing the soulful connection between artist and muse, the shared joy, and the unspoken dialogues spoken through brushstrokes and stolen glances. Among these visual tales, a particular photograph held a special place. Attached near your Paris Masterpiece artwork, it became a center of the collage photo-set. This photograph encapsulated a moment of shared triumph, where you and Jeonghan, in the city of love, converged in a harmonious blend of creativity. The collage itself became a visual symphony, each candid frame resonating with the echoes of your artistic journey, all with the ever-present, enchanting gaze of Jeonghan.

Your boyfriend's sharp remarks were that each of your piece has always radiated not just simplicity but a timeless beauty, where the pressure on the material seemed to extract the essence of your creative soul.

However, on this particular day, a subtle roadblock seemed to challenge your artistic flow, leaving you searching for that elusive spark amidst the familiar canvases that held the stories of your passion and precision.

Following Jeonghan's suggestion, you survey the room until your eyes land on him. He's immersed in his phone, savoring the crumbs off his lips with a casual yet endearing demeanor. In that moment, a realization dawns – a silent connection between the imperfect sketches scattered around, the vibrant stories on the walls, and the living work of art himself, your boyfriend, on the bed.

He, the constant cheerleader, has observed your artistic reverie. According to his shrewd observations, whenever you zoned out, you stood in a particular position-arms crossed, head tilted at a precise 75 degrees, and your lower lip caught between your teeth. All accompanied by the rhythmic tapping of your right foot. According to him, it's the hottest and weirdest thing ever.

"What?" He questions, because at this point you've most certainly lost in your thoughts. He rise on his knees,adjusting his waistband while calling your nicknames. eyes still didn't move. "Y/N? Hey Y/N? Babe? Baby!!" His soft vocals exhaust on the common affectionate names he often calls. Finally, you snap out, a downward smile suggesting a revelation.

You meet Jeonghan's gaze with eyes that now hold a bright spark, silently claiming, "Well, I have an idea." Clasping your hands together, you take a deliberate breath, a pencil poised smirk slowly overshadows your expression, "I've found my muse. And it's you!"

Jeonghan, who was now sipping the life out of his juice raises an eyebrow as loud as an 'objection' in court, "Oh, have You now? Think you can capture my snack-induced radiance." You flash him a teethy grin, "I don't think so, I know so. Your carefree vibe is a challenge, but there's nothing I can't do."

Jeonghan can be a hassle sometimes. When he willingly agrees to something, he plays hard to get. It's so frustrating at some point you have to fuck it out of him. It makes him equally attractive and annoying. You toss your book onto the white blankets, with the title "Simplicity meets Seduction" which is a part of your new artwork theme. Lets be honest, nothing ignites the fire- a lava in you unless it's Jeonghan. The warmth of lust pools in your body whenever he gazes at you, touches you. You don't boost his ego much but the way he handles you, forces you to do add some catalyst in his already sky-high mentality. He's equally the meanest and the kindest person you've ever known.

"Simplicity and seduction, interesting" he scoffs "you definitely know how to take a challenge. Since you're adamant, I'll let you do the honors. Ask and you shall receive my permission for a tester sketch" he fixes his posture, grabbing a lollipop from the jar of candies he loves to keep at bedside. You lean towards him, capturing his now frozen body between your arms, and meet him at eye-level, "Hannie, do you mind being my model for my artwork.." you move towards his ear for a whisper "please?"

The effect is immediate – a swallowed gulp, a beetroot red face, and his gaze darting toward the window as if seeking refuge in the bright corner of your creativity sanctum, all while holding the lollipop between his lips, contemplating the fragility of his sanity.

With a wicked grin, you add, "Oh, I can already see the artistic brilliance oozing from this 'tester' sketch. Brace yourself for your immortalization, Hannie."

Sitting between Jeonghan's legs for the next hour, capturing every meticulous details. Defined face, long lashes, gravity defying, soft loose strings of hair. Cheekbones subtly accentuated, with the faint mole that adds the sophistication. He looked a whispered tale of care.

Throughout the process, Jeonghan couldn't help but steal glances at you, his gaze lingering on your focused eyes and the loose button-up cardigan that slipped off your shoulders, revealing collarbones equivalent to a blank canvas begging to be painted.

"Here," you say, breaking the artistic spell, showing him your sketchbook. "Took you forever...phewweee" you hand it over, both of your hands linger dangerously close to his middle, a move that was evidently driving him crazy. Another strong gulp betrays his inner turmoil as he shifts his gaze to the book, his lips parting in anticipation.

When he sees your work, his eyes widen, and for a moment, he's utterly speechless. The sketch, beyond expectations, captures not just the physical features but the essence of Jeonghan's charisma. The defined face, the playfulness in his eyes, a shade of graphite to enhance the blush he had earlier, the tousled crown of hair – it's a mirror reflecting the unique cocktail of sophistication and mischief that makes Jeonghan, well, Jeonghan.

He continues to examine the sketch with an appraiser's eye, and his expression shifts from playful to genuinely impressed. "This is more than just a sketch. It's like you captured the essence of a moment, frozen in time. The daisy, the playful expression – it's a piece that breathes life."

As he sticks it over the headboard, he adds, "Perfection deserves a place of honor. And this, my dear, is perfection." His compliment is laden with a sense of appreciation that goes beyond mere words.

"This is simplicity at its finest, and you know how it meets seduction?" He smirks, that is a signal of danger His tone holds a hint of admiration, his eyes lingering on the sketch as if unraveling its secrets. "Follow"

As you follow him, his grasp on your wrist adds an unexpected thrill and the exact "warmth of lust" pools in your veins. He leads you to his perfect yet contained studio.

"You're an artist with a wicked touch, turning the ordinary into a seductive masterpiece." He continues, each remark a dance of words that adds another layer to the charged atmosphereIn his studio, surrounded by the remnants of his photographic pursuits, Jeonghan's remarks don't cease. He positions his camera at a distance on the tripod, capturing the two of you against a rich, simple pearly beige background. Jeonghan's scent wraps around your senses, leaving you without control over your escalating feelings.

Standing behind you, he wraps his arms around your body, creating an embrace that feels like a hypnotic spell. It's more than a mere hug; he decides to unravel layers, unbuttoning your cardigan to expose the glistening skin of your collarbones and shoulders. Soft, sloppy kisses descend from your ear to your neck, rekindling familiar sensations. Without hesitation, he nibbles on your skin, each touch tinting it with the subtle intensity of his teeth, and a soft whimper of pleasure escapes your lips, the dance of his actions rendering you momentarily lost.

The timer he had set on the camera, ticking away while you were in a delightful haze, finally clicks, capturing the perfect shot – a half-shot from the nose. His slender fingers rest on your left side, and his mouth on your right collarbone, creating an intimate composition that radiates a sense of closeness. Another timer is set, this time his arm wrapped around your shoulders, his thumb teasingly between your lips. The camera goes off once again, capturing a moment that transcends the boundaries of conventional photography.

Jeonghan, with a voice laden with appreciation, murmurs, "This, my dear, is the beauty of our connection. Every click of the camera is a testament to the warmth we share, frozen in time for eternity. You're a canvas, and we're painting a masterpiece of shared intimacy." Once again the camera goes off. The final shot was a distance shot of his deprived lips between your breasts, while he fists your hair. Again the shot comes out perfect as ever and he didn't stop.

With a jerk he lifts you up, and kisses you feverishly. Desperation dripping the dews off the fresh grass. You could almost feel his erection had he held you a bit lower. Everything about a horny, flushed, swollen lips Jeonghan drove you insane. "Yoon Jeonghan" you moan.

"You're truly an artist" he pants, "to be making such fuckable faces"

"What's stopping you from fucking me then?"

"You're right" he smirks "it's been a while I've heard you beg, and rammed myself into that cunt of yours babygirl" Against your better judgement you began imagining it. Jeonghan's large hands squeezing your thighs, peeling them apart. His mouth on your breast, biting and sucking in turn, tongue running over your hardened nipples. Nails digging into your skin, shoulders wedging between your legs. Fingers working you open just enough to fit his dick without causing you pain, careless otherwise. Life does flash beneath your vision.

"Want it?" You could only nod in response.

Jeonghan definitely isn't the most patient one. One moment your tongues dance against each other as he keeps you distracted, while he takes you upstairs, which isn't a long journey from his studio, to the next where you're already out of breath, and lay flat naked on your bed, while he tosses his clothes off. Chilly air and his lustful gaze have your nipples hardening and a shiver running down your spine. As if he can sense your thoughts, his eyes move downwards, onto your breasts before going lower. He hums, pleased. He holds up his camera, and gets another shot, and all you see is flashes. Placing the camera aside, his attention draws all to you, for you, towards you. You could read his mind through his eyes.

 You gasp as he tugs at your legs to pull you closer. His face hovers over your covered core as you feel his warm breath and it is enough to make you lose your mind. “hannie, please.” You plead.

He grins evilly, clearly enjoying this as he presses a kiss on your covered pussy. Then his mouth trails down, between your thighs where he takes his sweet time nipping the flesh, making you whine in pleasure.

pulling back just a little and thrusting back in. “Feel good?” He breathes. You almost choke on your words. "Stop being a ppm.pp.paintbrush" He laughs; movements are slow, taking way too long to mark the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs. He licks and sucks at the blooming marks and stops when a wet patch forms in your panties and your moans increase their pitch. “Desperate, aren’t we?” He whispers, hands reaching for your soaked panties to peel them off. The cool air on your core makes you shudder and release another whimper. “I- I need you Jeonghan, please.”

He hums and suddenly licks a stripe from your core to your clit, eliciting a scream of surprise from you. Your hands immediately fist in his hair to pull him closer and you are scared he is going to ask you to let him go but he doesn’t, busy sucking your pussy. He devours you with no break, tongue working skillfully to tease your opening and your clit. Your pussy gushes more and more at each of his movements as you keep chanting a series of pleases.

He slides a finger inside you, slowly, as your cunt greedily takes it all in. He curls it inside you simultaneously tonguing your clit and you wail in pleasure, tears brimming in your eyes. He enters another finger and then another before moving the three of them tirelessly inside you, curling them against your sensitive spot that has your whole body shivering. That feeling paired with him torturing your clit brings you close to your orgasm.

“J-Jeonghan…I'll cum.” You breathe and much to your disappointment, he gives you one last suck before pulling away with a satisfied smirk. “Jeonghan!” You call for him, half wanting to smack him from taking your orgasm away from you. The man has the audacity to laugh. “That’s what you get for being too perfectionist. Being mine"

"I'll blow...hnmmmmmmmmyour brains" you roll your eyes, in pleasure.

His habit of pushing your buttons to your peak irritated you so much, you muster your fucked-out energy and pull him by the neck over you, and swiftly roll yourself on top of him. Your sweaty body slithers down Jeonghan's pale, beautiful body down towards his cock, and as you promised, it was Jeonghan who was so loud with his whimpers, moans all while he was helpless and feeling his senses pop out of his ears. He was melodic. He was whiny. You loved to take him all your capable of.

Oh fuck-” Jeonghan grunts, head lolling back as you feel the grip on your hair strengthen. “Fuck, that feels so good.” His praises make your pussy leak as you start bobbing your head with new vigor, one of your hands trailing down to rub yourself, the sinful sight of Jeonghan moaning making you extremely needy. That one shiver he does, is a clear sign he's dangerously close and with a pop, you move your mouth off. He opens his eyes, moving the sticky hair off his forehead to look at you.

"Hannie" your soft voice, paired with the needy, doe-eyed look you give him is enough to make Jeonghan lose his damn mind. With a growl, he captures your lips in a bruising kiss as his hands move to line up his cock to your pussy. “You asked for it.” He warns and that’s all you get before he’s pushing his entire length inside you, a high pitched shriek falling from your lips as an overwhelming feeling of fullness consumes your entire body.

He pulls you on his chest by your arms, and rams himself in you. "Ride it" he whimpers and you do not hesitate to hold his hands and bounce on him.

With a swift turn, Jeonghan turns you, pinning you below him. He increases his pace, his sharp thrusts hitting so deep inside you, your whole body shakes. Mindless babbles fall from your lips as your hands clutch into his back tightly, your nails digging into his skin which makes Jeonghan hiss in pleasure. His sweet words paired with the way his lips venture down towards your breasts, sucking and biting while one of his hands plays with your oversensitive clit make you release a loud cry of his name.

Soon after, you come for the second time, your orgasm brain numbing, making your toes curl and your whole body twitch. Jeonghan feels you tighten around him as you come and he can’t hold back either as he fills you up for the second time, calling your name softly, his warm breathes fanning your face.

“Fuck, I don’t think I’m gonna last long.” He mutters, eyes moving onto your face, the fucked out look on you making him groan, as he buries his head in your neck, painting the skin with pretty marks. He didn't even spare your lips and mercilessly nibbled onto them until they're red and swollen. He held pride in himself and at this rate, your heart was godspeed.

His soft whisper sends shivers down your spine and without thinking, you nod, holding him tightly, burying your face in his neck. Your brain has stopped functioning properly long ago and all you can feel are the way Jeonghan’s hips snap into you and the warmth radiating from him. You feel vulnerable yet safe at the same time as you hold his body close to yours and breathe in his sweaty scent.

Soon, your orgasm is brain numbing, making your toes curl and your whole body twitch. Jeonghan feels you tighten around him as you come and he can’t hold back either as he fills you up for the second time, calling your name softly, his warm breathes fanning your face.

Your ears ring and you are too tired to move a muscle as you lie there, with Jeonghan panting harshly on top of you, careful not to crush you with his weight. For a while there is silence, nothing other than the harsh breathing of you both before you feel Jeonghan soften and slide out of you, making his release drip down your pussy and you wince. "No paint is of this consistency as my cum" even with zero energy, he made you laugh a little too hard, your ribs ached. The "tester sketch" had long fallen on the carpet, and the sheets were wet.

He helps you to the bathroom, carefully takes care of you and himself and back to another lazy position on the couch, because none of you had the energy to deal with the bedsheets.

"When simplicity meets seduction..." he strokes your hair, hugging your tinted body closer to his stiff chest "an artistry in shared intimacy blooms" he completes. "Those photos, are your reference for the artwork. Make better use of it, babe" "I don't see why wouldn't I" you snuggle closer "anyways simplicity and seduction won me a good sex and dirty sheets"

"That's the harmonious convergence of elements that generate a symphony"

There he goes. Good thing is you've love him endlessly.

[badlydrawnbabydirk]

Robro what does the note say please tell us 🙏

[ The paper feels like it’s about to crumble in your hands. Sections of it are smudged and broken from water damage. It’s hard to decipher parts of it, (the beginning is practically all faded out), but you try your best. ]

Dirk,

[_______________________________________________________________________]eparating you guys. [__]se says its for the best though, and i trust her. something about keeping you ‘self sufficient’ whatever that means. but she did at least agree to leavin yall a lil present. hopefully mine can provide for you if [__] not around. which im startin to think is more and more like[__]. R[___]’s got a feelin that its the end of the road for us. shes never been wrong before—

—it was really only a matter of time after the stunt i pulled. [____] was on my ass for days. shit was embarrassing. for her of c[__]rse. striders dont break a sweat. anyways, i should probably start preparing for the batterwitch. with your apartment finished and all the [____] thing left to do is wait. pretty grim but i think its what ive been doin all my life. just sucks that i wont get to see fruit of it all. you.

thats what [__] present is for though. maybe my ghost can live vicariously through metal me. who is hopefully reading this letter to you right now. dont even know why i left this considering itll be years before you can understand it. i don’t even know if youll care about this note. me. whatever. but if theres one thing you get out of this yap sesh, let it be that whatever comes, whatever hap[___]s to me, will be worth it if it means youre safe. all of this was for you. remember that.

— D[___] Strider

[insuke69]

Miles!42 headcanons p2

Part 2 because 2 ppl asked and have sm thoughts of this boy HSJKS

Warnings: No warnings except possesive/jealous?? (I feel like hes a lil toxic, red flag sometimes but red is my fav color <3)

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-He's good with kids but would secretly try to teach a kid curse words

-Is almost always texting you when you two aren't physically together, he's had his phone taken in class so many times because of it.

-He apologizes with flowers, necklaces, Food, make-up making out occaisionally

-Listens to your music taste and definitely has recommended good songs

-He will NEVER tie his shoe laces, just for no reason whatsoever and if you tell him to tie them he'd ask you to do it.

-STALKS YOUR INSTAGRAM NON-STOP. when yall first got together he liked all your posts of the last month

-Would deadass beat anyone who trys grabbing you in any intimate way, almost killed a dude that slapped your ass in the street in public. (Mostly cause one, without consent is a no-no, 2 was disrespectful, 3 only he is allowed to touch your ass smh)

-Thinks you're hot when upset/when y'all argue, hate makeout seshes go hard

-ARGUE-FUCKING-ING. He will piss you off sometimes so he can watch you storm out and a few hours later text him to come over, scenario;

You two were arguing about a post, an instagram post Miles made. It was a picture of you but you didn't know he took it, in the image you were chomping on a big ass burger and had ketchup and some cheese on the corner of your mouth. To Miles it was adorable but to you it was embarrassing, you storm out to your house, pissed, the one moment you were dirty because of food Miles took a picture and POSTED it. You check the Picture again as you lay on your stomach on your bed over a pillow to lay comfortably, remembering the moment; Miles made a stupid joke as you took a bite which made you almost choke as you turned your head to cough, smudging the corner of your moth a bit. Damn, he was so fun.. Missing him already you decide to watch a movie, him never leaving your mind so you just text him once the 2 hour movie was finished.

"Come over pls"

"Be there in 20"

"ily"

-loves movies, If y'all go on a movie theater date he gets tickets in the back, hand over yours the whole time.

+ If the movie ends up sucking y'all just make out in the theater and making jokes about the lines, acting, etc.

-He hates dark chocolate with a passion, deadass HATES it for whatever reason (he claims its too bitter.)

-If you have a guy bsf Miles would really have to get to know the guy and need 24/4 notifications about you and the guy bsf. If you confront him about being jealous or something he'd say anything along the lines of "You don't know the mind of a guy, You may not want anything but he does." and 9/10 he was right.

-DEBATING WITH HIM SUCKS this man will immediately gaslight sm shit that'd make you question life itself. (yet half the time he is talking out of his ass.)

-He is atheist 100% (Fact over faith + lost most of his faith when his dad died :(.)

-He doesn't like white girls, more into latinas/black girlies. (Idc if you're white, its more likely he is more into girls he can semi-relate to in a way.)

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Low-key wanna make scenarios so jst reply what yall want :D

[slipperyskell]

Man I’m gonna be completely honest: I don’t really care if Monty killed Bonnie or not at this point, but with the evidence we’re given in Ruin (not counting the lil story we get on the gator gondola ride because regardless of what the truth is, that was a [very cute] cover up story for whatever actually happened), there are some things seriously not lining up with Monty being the one to kill him.

First off: Bonnie’s last location was in Gator Golf. How the hell did he end up dying in Bonnie Bowl? Which is what happened, you can see where his head hit the wall + the broken bowling ball around Bonnie’s head, too. And it’s not like he could have been dragged from Gator Golf to Bonnie Bowl - afaik they’re pretty far apart from each other and the cameras would have caught it.

Secondly, and I think this is really important: Monty didn’t get his claws until AFTER Bonnie disappeared. Not to mention that Bonnie had claws to help him play the bass, too. It’s clearly stated that those claws are very good at wrecking shit, but there’s no way something without them could have ripped through Bonnie that easily. That being said, there are very clear claw marks on Bonnie’s chest, with three fingered claws. Personally I don’t think that’s green paint smudged around the injury since paint chipping doesn’t work like that from what I understand, but it might be plastic rub from the casings instead? Or even just dirt tbh - I haven’t played the game myself but looking at pictures/videos of it, it doesn’t really look like that same bright green that Monty or any of the bots are painted with.

Obviously the PeePaw Parts theory doesn’t hold up anymore since none of Bonnie’s Parts are missing, and imo it can be taken either way whether FazEnt actually found Bonnie. They mention him being decommissioned in one of the notes in base game, but that could be a matter of them never finding him and just assuming that’s what happened. It’s implied that ALL of the bots use AI to function, and it’s also implied that Bonnie’s disappearance happened a while before the events of SB, so while I think it’s a little bit of a stretch, it could be that the wet floor bots found him and stayed with him, but being in a hidden room, none of the human employees did.

Despite the Mimic’s prowess, I think it’s very unlikely that it had anything to do with Bonnie’s death as it was pretty clearly stated that it was trapped under the plex for a very long time, before the plex was even built. So unless it he hacked into another animatronic - which is very likely given that’s pretty much the entire plot of SB in the first place - don’t think it had anything to do with it directly (as in it put on Monty’s casings and killed Bonnie as a red herring situation)

Then you have the whole thing with Bonnie’s glowing eyes, which has only really been associated with bots being possessed (and that secret room in SB where you gotta take a picture of all the old cutouts of the gang). Was Bonnie possessed? Did the soul and the AI not merge well and cause him to go mad before taking himself out?

Then we have the whole thing with the MXES security system!!! All that rabbit imagery and the fact that the Glamrocks were a part of that system as well as being under the Mimic’s control, I can’t help but feel like there was some sort of mix-up.

I really don’t know what this all means or where I’m going with this.I think it’s possible that Monty was actually the one who killed him, but only because there really isn’t any evidence (or lack thereof) to say it could have been anyone else. That being said, theres a lot of things not adding up in that story (Bonnie’s last location being gator golf when he’s actually in bonnie bowl + Monty not having his claws installed until AFTER Bonnie’s disappearance being the big ones). If Monty was actually the one to hbe done it, I think it’s possible he may not have done it intentionally/maliciously - I think it’s possible that the mimic had assumed Bonnie was tied to MXES system and killed him through Monty or one of the other animatronics.

It’s really hard to say tbh!!! I’m just more interested in the “why” than the “who” at this point.

[melody22222]

hi honey, can you make a yandere actor with a reader that is not famous, he is really pretty and the reader starts to suffer atacks for not being "pretty enough for him", she is already insecure and wants to break up but he is too much in love and obsessed with her for let it that happenss so he goes on public to stop the attacks, but he ends up saying things like, if she asks him he would abandon his career in a second and other stuffs and even the public realizes his obssesion.

INSECURE

Yandere male actor x Insecure Fem!reader

A/N: OMG I died while making this, it was so much fun. Don't mind Zane here, he's just a silly lil boo boo bubblegum Chihuahua with silly lil thoughts.

I've been getting so many requests, it's making me scream IN HAPPINESS. THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR THE SUPPORT I LOVE YOU OMG *HUGS* You guys all my honey lil bum bums. I'll write all the requests you guys sent me.

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This is the fifth time you locked yourself in your luxurious and soothing bathroom in one evening, the atmosphere here was calm, away from the bodyguards and maids that were outside the bedroom minding their business.

You were laying on the soft and comfy rug that was on the bathroom floor. The bathroom is extremely clean, not a smudge of dirtiness. Red eyes appeared as your tears dried, you just wanted all this to go away.

When you entered the luxurious limo 2 hours ago, you just wanted to go home. You and your boyfriend were invited to The Oscars, and you wished you could go back in time and never went to The Oscars with him.

Yes, The Oscars.

Your boyfriend is a famous Hollywood actor, a very famous actor. Everybody around the world loves him, fangirls over him, even stalks him. It was insane. The paparazzis were the most insane ones, they even stalked you and your boyfriend had to beat up 4 men.

It really was insane.

The mass amount of actors in the Oscars there were far more accustomed to this lifestyle than you. Which was intimidating, to say the least. Especially the female actors, all perfectly dolled up with their spouses. Not to mention, the expensive and heavenly perfumes and colognes mixing up together. It made you want to hide behind your boyfriend and use his body to hide from everyone.

The image of the cameras that was mostly pointed at you and men in their Tuxedos and girls in their gorgeous dresses made you want to just disappear. It was hard to not compare yourself, you spent hours trying to find the perfect dress to fit in with your boyfriend and every time you looked at yourself in the mirror, you changed into a different dress.

Cycle repeats.

And yet, even with all your hard work, you still felt out of place. Tensing up at the hundred passing stares and biting grins of condescension as you stood next to your overly charismatic significant other.

As you were tracing your fingers on the rug, playing with it, completely isolating yourself from the world. You heard a knock on the door from outside.

“Sweetheart?” You heard a voice outside questioned. “Are you in there?”

You stopped tracing your fingers on the rug and eyes slightly widened, but you stayed silent.

He’s back. When the Oscars were finally finished and everybody was going home including you, your boyfriend went to the studio or whatever they call it where they film scenes, continuing to film a scene while you waited for him at home. And all that time you had, you spent most of the time in the bathroom crying and refusing to eat your maid’s cooking.

You lifted yourself from the ground and turned your head towards the door. You didn’t want him to know you are in here for half an hour wiping your tears from your red eyes and isolating yourself.

You tried not making a sound and stayed still, hoping maybe he would think that you are not in there but of course, that was a dumb move since you currently locked the door and hid in the master bedroom’s bathroom that was yours and your significant other’s bedroom.

“What are you doing in there? C’mon, let me in.” He grumbled, pressing against the door.

“I want to be alone, I-” You struggled to find the right words to convince him to go away.  “I don’t want you to see me, Zane.”

He fell silent, keeping his hand upon the door handle, his eyes fixed on the door.

“And why is that, baby?”

“I…I just…” You stammered. Panic surged through your chest as you desperately tried to come up with a way to get him to leave you alone, even just for a moment to make yourself presentable.

“C’mon sweetheart, it's just me. I promise I won’t make fun of you or anything, just open this damn door sweetheart.” Zane raddled the handle, pounding on the door.

“No- I-" You shouted, still struggling to find the right words.

Annoyed at how stubborn you were, he let out a small grunt. He tried banging on the door once more, and pulling on it hard enough to make the hinges creak. You worried if he pulled the door any more forcefully, he might rip the entire door from its hinges.

“Dorota told me you’ve been there for almost an hour and refused to eat anything. C’mon baby, what’s wrong? If you don’t open the door, I’ll force my way in there.” Zane impatiently replied.

He began pulling and pounding on the door lightly, he would pound on it roughly to scare you so you could open the door, but he'll decide to do that later on if you still kept your stubborn mode on.

“Oh m- okay okay okay, stop! I’ll open the door.” You panicked.

“I’m not leaving until you do.” He said coldly, he was serious. He’d stand there all day if that’s what it took.

“Fine...” You muttered. With a shaky breath, you unlocked the door and slowly opened it, revealing your boyfriend. You saw his figure but refused to look up, he was wearing a white dress shirt that is slightly unbuttoned with black pants.

You turned away and let him pull you to the large basins, gently lifting your chin. You flinch slightly as he turns your head, his gaze meeting your tear-streaked face. You felt like a mess, but he didn’t seem to change expression as you stared back.

“Now, you going to tell me what's wrong, sweetheart? Or do I have to find out by myself?”

You feel his cold fingers against your cheeks, his fingers feeling your dried tears that went unnoticed by him.

“I just don’t feel good…” You said with a hint of quaver in your voice. You settle against the low counter, fidgeting. 

“Of course you don’t feel good, you haven’t eaten anything.” He took the pieces of hair that was on your face and brought them on the back of your ear.

You shake your head, “No…it’s not that…I just-”

“Then? You know that I can't magically read your mind. And why the hell are you locking yourself in the bathroom from time to time?” He lightly scolds. There was some tenderness in the tone of his voice as he bluntly but curiously spoke, gazing at you calmly.

You sighed and began to look anywhere except at your boyfriend’s look. You looked down at his toned chest. “I just feel…I just feel…ridiculous.” 

You gripped on the edge countertop, turning away from the man.

“Did you see how all those cameras were pointed at me, all of them. And did you see how everybody was staring at me? I looked so stupid, standing next to you, in front of all those.. those people that I didn't belong with. All of them are probably laughing at me right now.” 

Your tears renewing in your eyes as you turned your head to the mirror, ready to roll down your cheek. You were on the verge of tears again countless times today but you fought them. You can’t cry, not in front of your boyfriend. But then it happened, that burning sensation on your nose, tears blurring your vision. Your face scrunched up, and the sound of your cries made you feel even smaller in front of him.

You put a hand on your mouth as you cried, you turned your head away from the mirror and lowered your head. You didn’t want to meet your boyfriend’s eyes.

 Out of nowhere, Zane grabbed the back of your head and shoved your face against his chest, wrapping his arms around you, letting you ugly cry on his chest and making his dress shirt slightly wet with your tears.

“Oh, sweetheart…” He whispered in such a gentle and understanding tone that you didn't expect to come out of him first. Zane pushes your chin up, lifting you to face him. “How could you ever, ever, compare yourself to those…people?”

You looked at him with your teary eyes, he brought your face back to his chest and kissed the top of your head. You buried yourself in the soft fabric of his dress shirt, your nostrils hitting by his intoxicating scent of his expensive cologne. It eased the tension in your body. He starts stroking your hair gently, smelling it and sighing in awe. “Sweetheart, why would you ever wanna be like those people who live their entire life being fake?"

You were shocked at how he insulted the popular and famous actors, and his fans. You whimpered on his chest, “Isn't that what you wanted? I mean… how else am I supposed to show up when I meet your fans?” You mumbled.

“I brought you there because I wanted to thank you in front of everybody, and to let them meet you."

You snuggled your head more on his chest, finding solace but you let his words sink in.

“And those people and all of those cameras…" He chuckled and pointed his finger on the side, referring to the people in The Oscars. "They couldn't take their eyes off of you it's because you were the most captivating thing in that room." He spoke with an amusement grin.

“No Zane, no…You don’t get it, everybody hates me. Everybody loves you and when they heard the news that you are dating me, they all went madly insane.”

Your boyfriend told you to never look at comments from people, but you still did it anyway. One glance on social media about you, your heart dropped. They are all hate and degrading comments, not a single nice comment was written about you. 

“They are all hating me and sending me death threats! I just can’t do this anymore.”

“What…?” Your boyfriend went dead silent.

“Yes, all of them! They are all threatening me. Zane…”

You went a bit silent as well before saying the most heart-wrenching words.

“I want to break up.”

Zane let go of you, letting your words sink in. 

“No…no, fucking no. Are you seriously ending this because of people on the internet? Who the fuck cares of what they think?” He puts his hands on your cheeks and wipes your tears, “Baby, please don’t do this.”

“I’m so scared, Zane. I can’t, I’m so sorry. I lov-” You whimpered

He cuts you off,

“No! I will protect you, I will. Please don’t tell me you are ending us because of the public…” 

“Zane…” You look at him in the eyes and shake your head.

He backed away and widened his eyes, “Honey, you are not breaking up with me because of the public, I’m not letting you go.” He grabs your waist and pulls you closer to him.

“Za-”

“I would end my career if that's what it takes to stay with you. You are not breaking up with me” His anger is rising as it frightens you. 

“You know what?” He lets go of you again and opens the bathroom door.

“What are you doing?” You asked, scared at his anger and what he would do next. But instead, you watch him walk towards the bed, taking his phone that was lying on the bed in his hands. You heard him say, “Come here.”

You stood at the bathroom door, not moving an inch. You were terrified how he turned rough with you. You didn’t know what to do.

“Come here!” he said again, raising his voice this time.

You quickly flinched and walked slowly towards him. You were swiftly pulled by your arm, easily getting dragged to the chairs that were in the bedroom.

“Zane, stop!! You’re hurting me!.” You cried on how he was bruising your arm. With brute force, your boyfriend threw you at the armchair, he sat on the other armchair that was beside.

You were breathing so fast, looking at him horrified. You watched him again, opening his phone. He opened instagram, clicking on the plus sign top left.

“Zane…Please don’t do what I think you’re doing.”

Zane ignored you and clicked the ‘go live’ button. 

“Zane-” 

You tried snatching the phone from his hand, he immediately grabbed your wrist, twisting it a little.

You let out a scream, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He let go of your wrist and glared at you deadly in the eyes. You grabbed your own wrist, trying to remove the pain that he just caused but the more you message it, the more pain you felt. Your breathing hitched and whimpered as you felt defeated.

Zane looked back at his phone, a lot of people began joining in the live. You were thankful for the least that the live didn't show your body, only a little though. 

You heard Zane say, “You know guys, today I came back from the studio and guess what?” Zane laughed, “My beautiful lovely girl was crying in the bathroom.”

“Zane-” You looked at him as your hand was still on the damaged wrist.

Zane gave you that deadly glare again, signaling you to keep your mouth shut. You decided to shut up and looked down, trying to avoid his glare that just gave you shivers down your spine. Zane turned his head back to the phone.

“She was crying because you guys were what? Giving her threats? Telling her to break up with me or you’ll find her and kill her?” Zane laughed and shaked his head, looking down. 

He was talking in such a playful and mischievous tone. You thought he was laughing at you but you realize that he was amused by his own fans, he was laughing at them instead.

He crosses his legs and places his arm on top of the couch chair and sighs softly. “She told me that we should break up because of everything you guys have been telling her.” He looks at the floor a little then at the spamming chat.

“So if me or my darling here,” He looks at you and mischievously smiles, caresses your cheek that made you flinch a little before continuing, “ever catch a comment, or a picture, or a video about her one more fucking time. I’ll end my career.”

“Zane!” You stood up, being fed up with him.

“Sit down.” He said in a warning tone. “I’m not gonna repeat myself again.”

You followed his order, sitting back down again on the armchair. You brought your hands on your face, not wanting to deal with this anymore.

He continued, “I’d rather stay with my amazing, kind, and captivating future-wife here than having some such discourteous, underdeveloped, out-of-date, and cock-sucking so-called ‘fans’.”

What the hell did he just say?

Your eyes widened at what he just said, no way he just said that…to his fans? You removed your hands from your face and looked away from him, mouth wide as hell. You gripped on the armchair. You looked back at him again, he still held a playful expression but a little more blunt this time.

“That’s all I had to say.” He smiles and winks at the camera before closing it.

He closes the live, shutting the phone and throwing it on the coffee table. “Well, that’s out of our way now.” He says as he stands up.

“Zane, what the hell did you just do? Why would you-”

He cuts you off, like he always does whenever he hears something he doesn’t like.

“Shhhh, I don’t want to hear another word about this, I’m exhausted. I’ll go take a quick shower, wait for me.” 

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You are lying on your bed, processing what the hell just happened. You still hear water running in the bathroom, guess he’s still showering. After 15 minutes, you heard the bathroom door open.

You glanced up and saw Zane wrapped in a towel around his waist, his hair was wet and water dripping down his body. He looked at you and smiled, you looked down on your thighs, not wanting to meet his eyes. You wanted to ask him countless questions, but you knew how that would end up.

 “Hi baby, Oh I missed you.” He came closer towards the side of your bed, bending over a little and planting a gentle kiss on your cheek.

“Give me a second, darling.”

He walks around the bedroom, heading towards the wardrobe, he casually opens it. 

You look up at his clothes in the wardrobe, especially the suits. Images of the men and women in the Oscars started to flash in your mind again, you closed your eyes and sighed.

You opened your eyes and saw him wearing sweatpants, how the hell did he change so quickly? You knew you were also going to change his good mood but you can’t hold it anymore.

What did he mean by he will end his career? Your heart dropped when he said that, it’s been worrying you ever since he got in the shower. You didn’t want to be the reason that he’ll throw his life apart just for you. This is his life.

“Zane, why did you-”

“Have you told Dorota to bring your food?”

He cuts you off, just like how he always does. He never listens to you, he never did.

“Zane, please!” You almost cried at how he always doesn’t let you finish your sentences.

“I’ll tell Dorota to bring your food.” He ignores you again and goes to the bedroom door, opening it slightly, 

“Dorota!” 

He shouts, not too loud but enough for the noise to go downstairs. You heard footsteps approaching, “Yes, Mr Astor?” you hear your maid’s polish accent.

“Could you please bring Miss Y/n’s food, she seems a bit tense today. She’s so silly.”

You rolled your eyes at his sarcasm. Bastard.

“Yes, Mr Astor, right away…”

You saw him nod at her slightly and walk to his desk. You kept staring at him with your arms crossed. He sits on his desk and glances at you, he sees your poker face staring directly at him. He tilts his head a bit and blissfully smiles, “You look so cute when you are mad.” 

You rolled your eyes again, “I’m not eating anything.” The moment you said that, the door opened wide, revealing your maid with a tray that’s filled with delicious food. The smell of the food came all the way to your nostrils, you wanted to devour it but if you did, then your boyfriend wins. You couldn’t let that happen.

Dorota walks to your bedside and places the tray on the bed. While your boyfriend was busy with papers, Dorota took her chance. She hits you slightly on the shoulder

“He loves you, Miss Y/n. Give him a chance.” She bends over to you and a little and whispers.

“He’s going to sacrifice his career for me. If I broke up with him he would end his career just to be with me.” You look up at her and whisper back.

Dorota puts her hands on her cheeks and shakes her head slightly. “Then he truly does love you, why can’t you see it? That never happened to me. Oh my god, Miss Y/n.” She places her hand on her chest sarcastically, “You’re so difficult.”

“I’m not difficult he’s-” You realized that you were whispering loudly, enough for everyone in the room to hear clearly. You glanced at Zane, you saw him already looking at the two of you with an amused grin, his eyebrows slightly raised, his pen hanging loosely in his hand. Your maid looks at where you’re looking, she immediately clears her throat.

You look at her, “Great, now he heard us…” You whisper slowly and quietly this time.

“Are you crazy?” You hissed.

“I don’t know.”

She raises up, walking to the door. Zane was still looking at both of you, amusement not leaving his face.

“Eat well, Miss Y/n.”

She closes the door behind her. Zane stands up and walks to the bed, he moves on the bed, right in the middle. He takes the laptop from his nightstand and opens it. You were still staring at him with a poker face, he just gave you a soft smile. 

“I’m not eating that.”

After a few moments, you hear your favorite cartoon, coming right out of the laptop. He places the laptop in front of you on the bed and takes the tray, placing it on his lap.

He picks up the spoon, “Open up, darling.” Zane orders. He holds the spoon to your lips, waiting.

You turn your head away.

Zane hums a bit, “Alright, I see how it is. Here comes the airplane~”

You widen your eyes, embarrassment growing inside of you. Zane clears his throat and looks down, pressing his lips together and trying his best to not laugh. You decided to open your mouth, eyes still widen.

"At this point, I should buy you some diapers." Zane raises his head and laughs loudly.

You pull yourself away from the food and slide a little down on the bed, annoyed. The cartoon was playing on the laptop so you watched that.

Zane sighs in amusement, “Okay, okay. I’m sorry darling, but you have to eat. You just sit back down and relax, I’ll take care of you. Open up your mouth again.”

He brought the delicious soup onto your lips again, you sip it this time, making him smile.

“Sweetheart, you are the best thing that ever happened to me. You don’t understand how much I love you, how much I adore you, and how much I need you. Today, seeing you wanting to end things with me, it hurted me so much.” He gripped on the spoon handle and sighed again, all the amusement gone. He was serious this time.

You didn’t know what to say, you looked down.

“I just…everybody is against me, Zane. And you saying that you’ll end your career so you could be with me is unbelievable. I’m just…not that pretty and good enough for you.”

“Y/n stop. What’s up with all this nonsense? You’re more than enough, you are my everything. How could you not see it, baby? How could you not see how fucking mesmerizing you are. And you know what? Fuck the Oscar that I’ve received, fuck the acting, fuck all of that. I don’t care about all that, I just want and need you, sweetheart. Why can’t you see that?”

He places the tray on the side. He bends closer to your face, shifting his warm hands to cup your cheeks, “And You’re so beautiful baby. How could you speak to yourself like that? Stop listening to these low life people who do nothing except commenting on who’s pretty and who’s not pretty.”

You bit and suck your finger tip a little, nervous. You watch him get out of the bed and stands up, 

“Come here, stand up.” 

You followed his order, unsure of what he’s going to do. He takes your hands and leads you to the massive mirror on the corner. He stands behind you.

“Look at yourself sweetheart, look how fucking ethereal you are.”

He wraps his arms around your waist, your breathing hitches as he looks at you through the mirror. “Your beauty is so hypnotizing. Honestly, do you think I won’t kill the bastards who look at you in the wrong way?”

You smile at hearing that, thinking he’s just being dramatic as usual.

“Don’t you understand how many times I’ve had the urge to just rip off the men whenever I go out with you, even just from today at the Oscars.” He licked his lips, curling his hand on your waist. He seemed to be…nervous. “I wanted to take those cameras and just fucking break them on the floor. I wanted to gouge their eyes out at how they were staring at you, I'd cut their arms and hands with a chainsaw from just touching you slightly!"

You looked at him through the mirror, finally removing your eyes from the floor. He stared within your eyes as if he was inspecting every inch of you, as if he was exploring the very essence of your soul and body. The lust and crave in his eyes started to make you worried.

“You captivate every room and place you go into, and it drives me insane.” He didn’t notice your shaking hands as he continued, “I hate how people can hear you laugh, sit beside you and feel your warmth. I hate it so fucking much. They do not deserve the smile and the feelings you give them.”

You shifted uncomfortably as he leaned on your neck, kissing it. There was a suffocating desire in his chest to paint his claim violently upon your body in this room right now, outside full of maids and guards.

You didn’t know what to say to his confession…

“You’re such an angel baby. Stop being so hard to yourself and actually realize how fucking alluring you are. You do not deserve to lift a finger, you are too pretty for that. So stop this silly nonsense and let’s go back to bed.”

He brings you back to the bed, he takes the tray again on his lap as you sit beside him. He brings the laptop to your lap.You hold his hand and smile at him. He tenses up a little at your unexpected action but smiles back at you and kisses your forehead softly.

“Now come on, Open up.” 

You grinned and rolled your eyes, “Okay, fine. But next time, I’m feeding you.”

“Oh, is that so?”

You nod surely.

“I’m looking forward to it then.” He says as he brings the spoon on your lips, you took another bite while your eyes were focused on your favorite cartoon.

He takes your damaged wrist that was still hurting you a bit, “Does your wrist still hurt, baby?”

“A little.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” He says as he kisses your wrist and caresses it back and forth.

“It’s okay.” You mumbled softly. 

He puts your head on his shoulder as you watch the cartoon. You felt safe, away from everybody who saddened you. He’ll protect you, he’ll stand alone with you while everyone is against you if that’s what it takes.

That’s how much he loves you.

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STOP OMG. ZANE is such a girly girl, you both should def see a Barbie movie. Btw, can you both pls adopt me🫶?

[ecoamerica]

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request: jamie x actress reader!

love your writing 💚

this turned out to be more a lil angstier that i expected but y'all KNOW ME

"You're nervous."

Jamie jumps, bow tie unmade and tangled in his fingers. "I- no. No, what? 'm not."

"Jay," your voice drips with sympathy, tilting your head to the side as you put on your earring. "I told you, you don't have to come if you don't want to. We don't have to do this if we're not ready."

This being announcing your relationship to the world. Somehow you'd managed to keep it lowkey, this thing between you, only your families and closest friends (and the entirety of AFC Richmond, of course) aware of how happy you and Jamie were in a relationship with each other.

But now both your publicists have given you the green light and you've been sitting on the announcement for weeks, figuring out the best way to do it. It was a matter of luck, or maybe a little nudge from the universe, that the Emmys came around just before Jamie had to be back in England for preseason. It was all perfect, a little too good to be true.

Which is why you're threading lightly.

You still his shaking hands by taking them in yours, leaving the bowtie on the table, and kissing his knuckles. "You know, I still think an Instagram post isn't the worst idea. Have you gotten your password back from Keeley?"

"No," Jamie shakes his head firmly, expression determined even if some nervousness lingers underneath it. "No, angel, 'm ready. Promise. I wanna be there to snog your pants off when you win."

"If I win," you smile at his relentless faith in you and the picture he paints. You can't say you don't like the sound of that. "And I'm not wearing pants. And you haven't looked me in the eye since we started getting ready."

Jamie's jaw tightens in frustration, meeting your stare just to show you he can, even if he looks away too quickly. You say softly, "Baby, I'm serious. I know you support me whether you're there or not. Whatever you chose, we've got each other's backs. A hundred percent."

"'s not that," Jamie mutters, slipping closer so he can press a kiss to your forehead without disrupting your hair or your clothes. Your stylist would kill him if she saw anything out of place after it took hours to doll you up. "I want to, angel, 'course I want to. I just- you have to be sure."

"You frown, reaching for him when he goes to take a step back, keeping him close. "What, about coming out together?"

Jamie shrugs, small and dejected. "'bout us, more like."

Realization dawns on you like a horrible, cold splash of water to the face. "I am," you say slowly, hesitating. "...Aren't you?"

Jamie looks at you like you're insane. "Of course I am, that's not what I mean. But if- after we do this there's no going back for you. No more secrets. No more take backsies. Everyone'll know."

"Take backsies," you scoff, glam be damned you cup his face in your hands and get real close.

"Honey," you say, soft and fierce all the same. "Look at me. Are you looking at me?"

"Yes, coach," he teases, and you barely refrain from flicking him on the forehead.

"I'm sure," you say and mean it. Falling in love with Jamie happened effortlessly but it was every day that you chose to be with him, a decision you haven't even thought of regretting. "You were never meant to be a secret, Jamie. And if I did something to make you think that was my intention-"

He cuts you off with a kiss, his previous restraint gone. Some things are more important than composure, you suppose.

He draws back, breathless, holding your chin in his hand and thumbing at the corner of your mouth where your lipstick is probably smudged. "You're perfect. 'm just being dumb, baby, I know you love me. I want you to be happy, 's all."

You frown. "It's not dumb if it upsets you."

"And I promise to talk about it tomorrow," he says as solemnly as you know Jamie's capable of being before he surges to kiss you again with the energy you usually associate with him.

"But tonight we're celebrating you. And every single one of those statue things we're taking home with us. Let's go knock 'em dead, sweetheart."

[do-i-look-like-a-doctor]

okay but the Naruto universe is so fucking weird yet funny if you explain it and question it.

first, you have this lil orphan broke kid ninja boy named after a fishroll. then, you have an emo kid who acts like he got parents and a good way in life despite the fact he’s equally as much of an orphan as Mr. Broke-Blonde-Bitch. THEN you have this normal chick with pink hair who signed up for absolutely none of this nonsense yet got dragged into it. tell me why it’s these three against the world yet none of them can function together? it’s like watching ferrets hyped up on PCP fight over raw spaghetti noodles. dont even get me started when they were in school together, i can bet every person here 6 cents that at some point Sakura aka Ms. Fuckall got tired of Naruto and Sasuke’s bullshit and just tried to abandon them at an animal shelter.

speaking of school and general tomfoolery, why was the dude in charge of these three young squishy brained freaks the most depressed 20 something year old creature on the planet? i will admit, Kakashi is attractive and a great dude. he is so iconic, he misses his old team, and it’s clear he wanted best for his Group of Weird Children but he also reads porn all day and his mask probs smells like cheap aftershave.

if i was a 13 year old ninja child and i saw my sensai (who’s name sounds like cashew) doing all that i’d assume im either about to learn a sick ass skill (how to not cope with emotional trauma properly) or im about to get my ass handed to me. or im about to dropout.

back on track. so you’ve got orphan #1, orphan #2, Ms. Get-Me-Out-Of-Here, and Emotionally Repressed Man in one team. what do the kids do? beef for like 3048384 episodes. what does Kakashi do? try to teach them the power of friendship the entire damn series. oh, and let’s not forget that Naruto apparently has a demon fox inside him because of course he does.

anyways, once the team gets good at teaming they haul off to take their lil ninja exams. who do they meet? some kid named Gaara with smudged eyeliner and shaved brows. he’s a red-head, that’s cute. oh and he can control sand and tries to kill every child in the exams because his dad is a piece of shit hipster. who else do they meet? a kid named Rock Lee who can kick really hard, a girl named Tenten who wishes for all of us to stfu, and poor Neji who can’t keep doing this. there’s also some guy named Guy. yeah, the chunin exams nearly flop because Gaara doesn’t know how to act right.

all this is happening but the pivotal of it all? Sasuke decides to be extra emo and FUCKS OFF TO KILL HIS HALF BLIND SICKLY OLDER TWINK BROTHER.

then, Naruto decides he wants to harness his powers and FUCKS OFF WITH AN OLD ASS BUSHY HAIRED MAN WHO WRITES PORN. Jiraiya needs to be studied on a microscopic spiritual level. he is why SCP’s exist.

who let these kids out? i told you all not to feed the animals and look what happened. now theres beef between a group of kids and the akatsuki.

oh and the akatsuki?? don’t get me started. wtf is that. why is this group of fucked up people with weird powers who are being led by a ginger hive mind of corpses just wandering around? and why is Weasel, aka Itachi, in the middle of it with his goofy explosive hypnotic eyeballs? i want them all put down.

so you’ve got the evil eldirch horrors in the streets. thats fine. Naruto gets put into a new gang cuz Kakashi has to hospitalized. cool, whatever. Naruto decides to start hutning down his rogue boyfriend alongside Sakura, who became a sickass ninja doctor, along with his new sensei Yamato. wonderful… THEN SOME BITCH NAMED SAI SHOWS UP.

DO NOT GET ME STARTED.

what is that? why is it emo? why is its tongue tattooed? put it back outside bro i stg. i love him so much.

everything is just everywhere in this anime bro I can’t. Sasuke is no where to be seen, Naruto is doing fuckall across the world with his groupie, Kakashi is lowkey sad again cuz his kids are gone, and Sakura can barely breathe without issues occurring.

not just that but the twink brother named Weasel is being stupid and enables his own murder. yeah he basically wants Sasuke to come for his ass. meanwhile, Naruto comes home bigger, better, older but still broke and full of fox demon. still, not a single soul except his friends and teachers like him. shit gets even more wild, it becomes knock-off Cheetah Girls vs. The World.

girl i gotta go before i hurt someone. see yall in part 2.

(all of this is heavily unedited, apologies for mistakes)

[lavishl0ve]

hii guys im back 🤞 new lil fic 4 y’all, still open to suggestions and what not lol

⚠️ TW !!

enjoy! ❤️

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Rubber wheels grind against the dirt path.

Johnny chuckles, a strand of his hair falling out whilst doing so, “You may be good Darlin’ but chu’ ain’t as good as me.” He remarks.

I bring my knees up to my chin in the passenger's seat, rolling my eyes.

“Let’s have a lil’ competition then hm?” I ask, pushing my nose out toward him.

He stares at me for a good long while with an amused look, completely disregarding the road. I was a joke to him. I could tell. I’ll prove tonight that I was better than him. I know I would.

“First person to bring someone back home wins.” I shrug, “…simple as that.”

A smirk appears on his face, implying he is bound to win. Little did he know.

I turn straight, re-focusing my attention on the mirror, checking myself. I retouch my lipstick, rub off my smudged eyeliner and take out my double braids I'd worn all day. My hair now subtly waved as Johnny pulled up to the bar. I jump out of the passenger seat, boots hitting the gravel, shortly following Johnny close behind as he walks into the bar we’d be in every Friday night. The place is more crowded than usual. Perfect.

Johnny bent down to my ear, “Good Luck Darlin’.” He scoffs, laughing as he walks off with his hands in his pockets, heading toward the booths.

I watch him stride away, scanning the room looking for prey whilst doing so. I needed a good candidate, not some old nolife drunk. I had to shatter his ego. Show him I was better. Capable.

And then I see him. Hunched over at the bar; I only see the back of his person, dirty boots, red and blue plaid shirt, blonde waved hair. And not to mention perfectly fit too. Time to put this plan into action.

I stride over, “How ya’ doin’?”

He glances over at me, dark eyebrows raising. His shirt is open by 3 buttons. It showed his strong chest, with a golden buckle accessorizing his worn out jeans and a slight sunburn grazing his scarred nose.

A warm smile painted his face, “Hey Mystery Girl.”

His voice was smooth and heavily accented. Kind of like Johnny. Dare I say… better? Jackpot.

He gestured to the seat next to him.

I pull out the stool, “Y/N.” I say, extending my hand.

He grips my hand, roughly shaking it. “Axel.”

I lean toward him, pushing my chest out slightly, “We sound good together Axel.”

He laughs, “That we do doll.”

I stare at him smiling, his eyes a hue of browns covered by the fluff of his eyelashes.

He gets nervous breaking the eye contact, taking another sip from his glass, “Lemme’ get you a drink Y/N-”

I cut him off as he was forming another sentence, “I’ll take whatever you think is good.”, giving him a sweet smile leaning closer.

An agreeable nod and he hollers the bartender over.

I redirect his attention towards me, “How’d ya’ get this?” I ask, grazing my fingers over his scarred nose.

Axel stares at me for a second before taking my fingers and holding them slightly below his face, “Some guy was coming onto ma’ sister..” he shrugs, “…took 2 years for it to heal.”

“Definitely did some damage, I'll give 'em’ that.” He laughs.

I squint closer at his pretty face, now noticing his nose hooked slightly to the right.

“It makes you look better.” I say, reaching over receiving my drink from the bartender.

Time passed throughout our small talk with a few drinks, I believe we were well enough conversed at this point. Talking to Axel had felt like talking to an old friend.

It was nice.

I hear the music start to rise. Signaling time for a line dance, this bar being famous for them. I grab his hand, dragging him over towards the floor giggling, his eyes widening. Axel looks apprehensive at first chuckling, acting like he had been caught with his hands raised.

“I don’t dance!” he laughs.

“C’mon” I exclaim, practically dragging him at this point.

I think the few drinks we’ve had have gotten to us, feelin’ all bubbly. We spin and tap our boots along with the crowd against the creaky wooden floor, getting shoved together from the pool of people. Line dance was always popular here.

It had been so lively, the music and people swaying together as one. Chest to chest with Axel the tension felt present, he smelt like amber, mixed with pine and firewood. With warm hands he takes my palm and twirls me. My back now pressed against his chest, he guides me in rhythm with his hips as our interlocked hands are pressed slightly above my stomach. I arch my back more slightly, pressing deeper into him. The crowd starts to disperse slightly as the song ends. Leaning my head back on Axel's broad shoulder I catch Johnny glaring at me basically grinding on him.

He sits in a booth with a tanned lady that has brunette hair and bright blue eyes. He gives her short replies, holding his eyes on me. I give him an “I told you so” eyebrow raise.

He had underestimated me too much.

I’m three steps ahead of him.

Shivers run through me when Axel's lips unexpectedly graze my neck, leaving soft kisses. I run my nails through his messy hair, still maintaining eye contact with Johnny.

“Wanna get outta here?” Axel whispers in my ear.

“Yeah.” I respond lightly, eyes locked onto Johnny’s.

“Yes I do.”

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I gaze at her from the booth, the lady in front of me chatting about her life, dog, something like that. None of it interests me.

I had just decided to entertain this “competition” of hers.

She perks up, placing her elbows on the bar counter squeezing them together to show off her chest. That guy she’s talking to is obviously into it. I scoff refocusing my attention to the girl, she stirs her drink with its straw, talking about her past in the city. I act engaged asking a few, basic questions but my eyes don't wander away from Y/N and that guy. Every movement they make I seem to glance back over. Each time she touches his arm, or each time he caresses her thigh I grip my glass a tad more.

I don’t like people touching my things.

She stands, dragging him to the dance floor.

“Oo we should dance!” The girl in front of me interrupts.

Her piercing blue eyes stare at me in response.

“Not my typa’ thing.”

With a light “oh” she goes back to sipping her martini. I peer through the heavy crowd looking for my girl. There she was dancin’ with him, grindin’ against him. Letting his filthy ol’ hands feel all over her. She knows what she’s doing; she’s staring straight at me.

“I’ll be right back sweetheart.”

I excuse myself, walking to the back alley, opening the exit door. Pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. I puff the smoke. Over, and over, and over again. I keep replaying them in my mind. I became fed up. This game was stupid anyways.

Throwing the cigarette to the throw I mush it into the concrete with the heel of my boot, before stepping back inside, knowing that I'm going to be dragging Y/N home.

Ripping my lady away from that filth.

When I step back inside they aren’t there.

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I had insisted to Axel we go back to the family home. It didn’t take him much convincing. I was afraid his older jeep couldn’t sustain the speed he was going, the least it was could be 70.

“Take this right up here.” I say pointing at our gate.

“Yes ma’am” he nods.

I giggle at his remark, pulling up through the familiar road. Johnny's car isn’t there. I won.

I smile to myself, Axel taking note.

“You look so pretty when you smile.” He complimented, turning off the engine.

I’m slightly taken aback by his compliment, he sounded genuine, something I’d never gotten with Johnny. I blush, his hand grazing my cheek. He stares at me in this suspended silence, twirling a strand of my hair. Axel was like a sweet puppy, admiring me.

l felt my breathing become heavier as the air in his car changed. How far can this go? How far did I want it to go?

How far would Johnny let me go…?

All I knew was that I wanted to rub salt into his wounds.

I grabbed Axel's face, connecting his lips with mine, he was gentle and slow, large hands cupping my face as his lips moved. I climbed over the console that had separated our seats. Straddling him, wrapping my arms around his neck, I push harder, deepening the kiss. He seemed to get the motion picking up his speed, movement getting sloppy. He sits up, and grabs my ass as my hands run throughout his hair.

I pant, breaking away for a breath, “Let’s go inside.”

He reaches back out for me as I crawl out of the car, him following short behind as he reconnects the kiss. I stride backward, leading him inside as his hands grip into my hips. I walk us up the stairs into my room, instantly removing my tank top, Axel watches as I throw the fabric to the ground.

I give him a motion with my finger to stride over and he doesn’t waste a second, reigniting the kiss, unbuttoning my jean shorts slowly. He slips his hands under my bra, feeling me as he works his way to the band, unclipping it. I remove my jeans for the spilt moment we’re separated, helping him with his shirt in the process. Pushed against a wall, I wrap my legs around his waist, Axel making his way down my neck. I moan lightly from the sucking sensation below the left of my jaw as his fingers grazed the fabric of my panties. Saliva spills from his sweet mouth trailing down my neck.

A grunt from him.

I’m lost at the moment.

then realize.

I look down, red flowing from his mouth with that dark, familiar shadow hovering behind him.

Axel's body collapsed onto mine, I caught him barely able to hold up his weight. The wood boards croak lightly as Johnny stepped closer, observing. His face is painted by the dark, I’m unable to see his expression, yet I know he can see mine.

Fear.

He creeps closer, pausing for a second in front of me before throwing Axel's body to the side. Like he was nothing.

Johnny grabs me with a force I’ve never withstood from him before, slamming me against the wall; I hear the drywall crack. I yelp slightly from the impact, the harsh grip on my neck. A sudden piercing makes its way next to my ear, puncturing it, barely missing my face. I could feel the coldness of the metal. His knife now embedded into the wall, a warning.

Face to face, he chews his gum slowly, taking satisfaction from my fear.

“I don’t like this little game of yours-” Johnny growled.

“…doll.” He says in sarcasm.

Slightly teasing Axel.

“Johnny stop.“ I try to plead.

He ignores me, “You think this is funny or somethin’?”

I question myself, “No- I liked him’.”

He grabs me by my shoulders, knocking me deeper into the wall, he leans down, shoving face into mine.

“You ain’t nobody’s but mine.”

A sudden pressure on my left hip, “Do I have to remind you?” He threatens.

A prick and skin breaks as he pushes the tip of his blade farther. My eyes water slightly from the pain. Johnny tilts his head. I don’t submit to him. There was a reason I wanted to prove myself.

He waits for my response, getting impatient with his furrowed eyebrows. My silence speaks for itself.

He swiftly dragged the blade down, pushing harder before the movement. I collapsed to the ground from the speed at which he did so, shrieking. Crying. My leg had felt as if it had been ripped apart. He watches me, helpless. Squeezing the endless flow of crimson emerging from my insides; my hands are now painted red.

He cowers down on my level, grabbing my wrist.

“Do I?”

The pain had been relentless, I shook my head, vision blurred by tears.

He grasps my head with his gloved hands, wiping away my tears, so gently…

“Look at me when you say it.”

“No!- you don’t.” I sob.

His eyes squinted, “Not good enough for me darlin’.” He clicks his tongue.

“I wanted chu’ to mean it.”

“Not just outta desperation.”

He hovers over me, silencing my cries with his left hand. His knife drags along my thigh, working its way up slowly to the incision he had made. The cold metal conflicts with the burning on my leg. I flinch.

“I’ll be more gentle this time.” Johnny whispers.

He leans into me more, pushing for leverage against my mouth, trying to get a better angle for his “art”.

He builds pressure, breaking skin but not incisioning deep like before, only enough to scar. It was more manageable this time, yet the previous cut was all I could feel.

Horizontally he slices. Reconnecting the line at the bottom and hooking the blade upwards. J.

I fight against the pain, biting into the leather he wears. He stares at his masterpiece for a second before stepping a few inches back. I lay there, still helpless. Drained of life.

Grabbing me by my waist he hurls me up, trying to get me to stand, although I couldn't feel my legs.

He holds me there, knowing that if he let go I'd collapse once more. He eyes me slowly up and down, I look away guilty, tears running down my face. Johnny leans in slowly, planting a soft kiss on the side of my lips, his tongue connecting the path to my tears. Johnny licks my tears, saliva replaces saltiness. His gentle kisses trail down toward my neck. His left forearm arm now beneath my chest to hold me up whilst his other hand roams free. His lips meet way to the incisions; Johnny cleans the scarlet mess he had created- savoring the flavor before reconnecting his lips with mine. The iron floods into my mouth. The taste I once learned to get used to felt strange when it had been my own.

He breaks away, hand softly caressing my jaw, “You know I love you.” He breathes.

I searched his face, met only with his adoration of me. The pain suddenly washed over me; ironic how it wasn’t physical.

Only the guilt of my actions.

I lightly nod, falling into him.

“I love you..” I shakily reciprocate.

Love.

He expresses that.

Although in a devastating way,

I know he speaks the truth of it.

because otherwise-

I would’ve been dead.

[divine-misfortune]

I offer you Aether body worship...

Specifically with new bugs...

Aurora sitting tucked up into his side, legs hooked over his thigh, not exactly in his lap not exactly not in his lap. Mouthing lazily at whatever parts of him she can reach without moving too much, everything about this is too lazy and relaxed for that....Her pretty pink lipstick smudged all over his throat, collar, and mouth (also maybe theres a lil trace of it on Phantom). Trailing those sharp manicured nails through the dark hair on his belly and chest, maybe giggling a little and groping his chest, telling him his tits are bigger than hers - and laughs again when she toys with his nipples and he groans because 'oh they're more sensitive than mine too huh-!'

Phantom sits between his feet, leaning against his knee, nuzzling into his thigh like a content little puppy. Pausing to occasionally kiss and bite at the skin there, not too hard, that's not what they're doing here, not what this is about. Just enough to earn those heavy breaths from him. Just hard enough to make aethers cock twitch in his hand. He's gotten it real wet just with pre and a few teasing flicks of his tongue. You can hear it when he drags his hand up the shaft and twists his fist around his head. Phantom loves that he can feel the muscles in his leg tense under his cheek every time he does.

Tells him how perfect his cock is, so thick and reactive, bets his knot is even thicker ('fuck I bet it'd fill me so good aeth...you'd be such a good mate, would make sure I'd catch wouldn't you?'), and Phantom knows from a few very in depth conversations with Dew that his balls are real fucking sensitive and it proves true when Aethers head falls back against the back of the couch the second he gets his mouth on them.

Though it seems what gets the older ghoul is aurora cooing over how good he is for them, how he sits there and let's them play with his beautiful body to their hearts content ('so generous to share yourself like this') - his cheeks flush and the way his dick leaks is so cute. They can't get enough of it...Enough of him either.

And of course the two of them aren't cruel, not here to tease him, so when he moans a soft 'please', Aurora is more than happy to slip to the floor beside the other fresh summon. They make a pretty picture together between his knees. Aether chuckles a little when they sneak a very brief kiss, and Aurora nips at Phantom's lower lip with a smile that could only be called innocent.

They share him, despite not wanting to give him up. It takes them a bit to find a rhythm but they manage. He likes how soft Aurora's hands are around his cock, how she has to use both hands to stroke him properly. He also likes how Phantom drools over him when he takes him in his mouth, the almost missable way a purr kicks up in his chest when Aether's hand finds its way into his hair. Both so eager to please, makes him dizzy, all he can do is breathe praise on the tail end of his little moans and whines. Aurora tells him he's pretty when he whines, not to swallow any of those delicious sounds, and he's almost shy to allow himself to be vocal.

He cums on Aurora's tits, Phantom stroking him through his orgasm onto her chest. She presses what little she has together so Aether can see it pool in her cleavage before Phantom takes it upon himself to lick up every drop.

Aether thinks he might just cum again watching him spit it into her mouth and chase after it with his tongue.

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