#pearly is in your screen

[thestrangedazebouquet]

GUYS.

there is an EP that's recently been released and its SO GOOD.

please listen you will ascend to the heavens

i swear on spotify that you will not regret listening omG.

the artist's tumblr is @reallypearly if you want to follow their acc (you should)

[psuejo]

❥ ceo!nanami who was never really into porn, not until you

sequel!

it’s not that he’s some raging virgin who’s never watched it. he’s a man — of course he has. but something about a lot of the videos rubs him the wrong way. maybe they’re too fake or have weird titles or overused tropes, like there’s a disconnect, one most ignore.

but for kento, it’s a complete turn-off. so, he doesn’t watch it, just uses his imagination and fucks his fist the traditional way. #realman!

that is, until he stumbles upon a clip of you reposted to twitter. no face, but that’s fine — he can see all that he needs to see: your trembling hand grips the flared base, flesh-toned dildo pumping in and out of your slick cunt.

your moans are soft, sweet, like you’re a little camera-shy, despite the steady flow of donations and the rapid-fire messages flooding the on-screen chat. they love you.

hell, he loves you, too.

for three nights straight, kento jerks off to that one minute clip, the black of his pupils practically engulfing the chocolate brown of his eyes as he watches you cum again, thick thighs squeezing together as you shudder and gasp.

tonight, though, he’s determined to attend one of your streams, glass of wine on his nightstand along with a bottle of lube.

god, he feels like a hormonal teenager again. he hasn’t jerked off this much in months, too swamped with work and other responsibilities to even allow himself a modicum of free time.

now, however? now kento is at it again, saliva pooling in his mouth as he watches you twist and writhe thanks to his generous donation while he pumps his rock-hard cock.

☆ $150 dono from @anonworkaholic: buy a new air fryer.

that vibrator is on max, the buzz loud enough to be caught clearly on camera along with the barely subtle squelches of your pussy, delicate folds glistening in the low, warm light of what he thinks is your bedroom.

kento is definitely above this — above donating money to a girl he doesn’t know, above furiously stroking his twitching, lubricated dick like some prepubescent, above being a part of the low-lives drooling over you in chat. he should stop. he should close the stream right now, finish rubbing one out in the shower, and then go to bed.

all that practically catapults itself out the window when you whimper out his weak username, a brief smile on your face before your maw goes slack again for another long moan.

no.

no, he is not above this, actually. he times his orgasm with yours, pearly whites sinking into his bottom lip as he tugs on that sensitive pink tip, waiting for your stuttered countdown to finish.

“o-one—!”

and when you cum, loud and wanton, back arching and pussy squirting, kento is right behind you, emptying his balls in stringy ropes of white all over his stomach.

...

nanami kento has hit a new low. he closes out the stream, ears burning and pink with shame, downs the rest of his wine, and takes a long, cold shower. he is never doing that again. ever.

but, a few nights later, he does it again. and again. anddd again, until, eventually, kento is deemed a vip regular, username now gold in chat with a special badge beside it.

this is the lowest of lows.

god, his employees and investors would kill him if they knew this is what he spent his excess money on a camgirl like some parasocial bum. especially his pretty little assistant.

now that he’s thinking about it, you and his assistant look alike. both gorgeous with similar face and body shapes, but not quite.

huh.

what a cruel coincidence, right?

[kitysugar]

no face ! Sim Jaeyun X Reader

ଓ ⋆˙⊹ [ 제이크 ] ☆ it turns out that your favorite camboy is your best friend! and it seems like the only person who doesn't know this is you. so what happens when you walk in on Jake streaming after he invited you over to "hang out"?

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camboy! dom! sim jaeyun x sub! reader , exhibition kink, riding, ass slapping, slight breeding, fingering, praise, begging, friends to lovers, possessiveness, unprotected sex (don't do that.) overstimulation, blindfold, mask kink (YES JAKE WEARS A MASK BRO HAHAHA) blah blah blah , this is literally crack because I genuinely cant fathom how bad i want to ride jakes dick STOP.

spelling & grammar mistakes to be expected,, i lazily wrote this blah blah

"oh fuck" you're quick to bite your lip and whimper at the raspy voice that quietly echos through your phone speaker as you thrust your fingers into your fluttering pussy, your other hand holding your phone up in your line of sight, making sure to watch the man on the screen as he pumps his cock one more time before the pretties pearly beads of cum shoot from his tip and onto his flexing abs and abdomen that heave up and down- signaling that he was out of breath.

As the pale man on the screen of your phone finishes, you finish right after with a particularly loud whimper, your thighs shaking around your dainty fingers. After a moment, you pull them out of your sopping cunt before relaxing your tired body onto the mattress below.

coming down from cloud nine, you heard a deep voice come through your speakers once more, quickly grabbing your attention as you sit up and look at your phone.

"mmm, thats all for tonight" you frown at his words before your fingers are moving fast against the keyboard.

it takes a moment, but you hear a laugh come from the man, his body shaking ever so slightly

"there she is" he says under his breath, making you blush deeply.

"no aftercare? i didn't sign up for this. go again!" he reads your comment, followed by another shoulder-shaking laugh and you cant help but feel pride swell in your chest.

"i know baby, but I have early morning plans with someone tomorrow" any ounce of happiness was quickly swept away from you at the words, jealousy pooling in the pit of your stomach.

you feel bad for the feeling of what appears to be.. possessiveness over J. You've been his top watcher and donator for his streams for around a year, and you've established a small bond with one another over private messages... but only slightly.

Because of this, you're the only one J acknowledges with a nickname, whether it be 'baby', 'love' or your (and secretly his) favorite, "doll".

every stream he does, he always finds himself looking for that familiar username of yours, smiling to himself once he sees you pop up into the viewers.

"yes, I'm hanging out with a girl... but its not like that" you refocus yourself, ears perking up at his words. J takes a moment to read more comments before speaking once more, his tone quiet and almost sad

"I mean kind of? i'm almost 100% she doesn't feel the same though" he speaks, referring to a comment asking if he likes this mystery woman.

"but it doesn't matter, I have you guys" you smile to yourself slightly, typing on your keyboard before chewing the skin of your bottom lip anxiously

J chuckles before responding to your comment

"yes baby, I especially have you, hmm?" you squeal into your palm and kick your feet slightly, butterflies gently flapping around in your stomach.

"but I have to go now, seriously. good night guys" you get a glimpse of his lips for a split second while he begins to lift the familiar mask he normally wears above his head before he cuts the live, and the room is suddenly quiet and cold once more.

you huff before getting up and prancing into the bathroom to wash your hands and changing into pajamas, getting yourself ready for bed as you yourself had plans tomorrow morning as well.

just as you're about to fall asleep, your phone chimes.

'i'll be by at 10:30 tomorrow, bring your charger this time moron' the message reads.

"go fuck yourself jake" you giggle before sending the message, watching as those sneaky three wiggling dots appear in the text chain. your phone dings again, and the message on the other end makes you gasp and almost throw your phone across the room.

"trust me, I already have. goodnight ;)"

you roll your eyes as your head hits the pillow, your heart sinking slightly at the realization that you were slowly finding yourself interested in two separate men.

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"Jake stop, I told you to be normal" you giggle from across the table, hiding your reddening face behind the screen of your phone. Jake huffs before rolling his eyes.

all ounce of seriousness leaves your body as he runs his free hand down his face, his palm covering his mouth as his eyes shift into something darker- something sinister and unfamiliar as he stares directly into yours.

your thumb presses the camera button, snapping a picture of the man directly in front of you , the boba in his other hand long forgotten in your mind - you had almost forgot that he had asked you to take a picture of him holding his boba.

"got it?" jakes voice snaps you out of the trance you had completely fell under unconsciously, making you rapidly blink before answering him

"yeah, here send the ones you like to yourself" the semi-fake smile gracing your lips, attempting to calm your ovaries before handing your phone over to him to take a look.

Jake gives a nod of approval before exiting the photos app and heading towards your messages in order to send them to himself, but before he could even switch apps , he notices a familiar app that you had forgotten to close the night before.

jakes eyes widen ever so slightly , making you just about leap over the table to snag your phone back - but jake was faster , using his longer arms to his advantage to dangle your phone over your head .

"wait i'm almost done" he smiles at you, making a groan fall from your lips.

"okay fine. but don't snoop. you might find something you dont wanna see" you fold your arms over your chest before glaring across the table at your best friend in suspicion.

Jake then secretly switches onto the safari and onto the website and much to his delightful surprise - his favorite little username flashes on the screen like a huge led sign absolutely blinding his face.

He snoops just a bit more, seeing the profile picture of your account he's come to memorize like the back of his own hand.

The subtle smirk on jakes face only grows as he pieces everything together

how you're his favorite little viewer who thirsts over him relentlessly in his comment sections on every stream and post he makes on his twitter account

how you've claimed many times how badly you wish you could sit on his lap

how you'd only need two minutes and a hair tie to "get the job done"

Jakes eyes meet yours from across the table, looking dead at you through his eyebrows as he tongues his cheek ever so slightly - his shit-eating smirk growing in size.

"what?" you just about fall out of your seat, eager to know what the fuck he was staring at you for. Jake shakes his head with a toothy smile as he responds

"nothing baby, absolutely nothing"

the familiarity of his voice makes you weak at the knees, but you cant seem to remember where the fuck you've heard it from.

"Jake.." you tilt your head in question before he looks back down at your phone.

within a couple seconds, Jake sends the pictures you took to himself before handing your phone back, the smirk unwavering on his face.

you glare at him once more before checking your phone to see if he did anything to it and to your surprise - he hadn't.

Jake sneakingly peels his phone out of his pocket and heads to twitter - switching accounts subtly.

Just as you're about to put your phone in your pocket, your favorite notification pops up on your screen- making you just about chuck your phone across the room.

you tap on it, and your phone brings you to J's most recent post.

Its two separate photos - one showing the outline of his cock through his boxers, his pale abs illuminated in the dim fluorescent lighting. the second photo is of his cock uncovered and fully hard - his tip angry pink as his veiny hand is wrapped around the base of his length, small beads of precum leaking from his slit.

The worst part? the caption.

i know baby

you attempt to control the instant pool in your panties, your thighs clamping down on one another as you like the post in order to save it for later before closing the app and setting your phone on the table, a shaky exhale falling from your lips.

"you alright?" jake asks from across the table, taking a sip of his drink.

"yeah, i'm fine just a little tired, lets get out of here. We can go back to my house if you want?" you smile at him as he accepts your offer, the gears in his head already spinning inorder to create a little web of a plan.

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spending the night at jakes house was a norm- especially if your room mate had one of her sneaky links over for the night.

the walls were thin, and you had early morning classes to get to.

"Jake, where do you keep your coffee" you attempt to yell over the sound of the shower, the need for caffeine bigger than your will to live in this moment. you open a cabinet, finding the familiar coffee box on the top shelf.

you curse under your breath with a huff before stand on your tip-toes, outstretching your arm in order to try and grab your drug, but another, longer arm beats you to it, and when you look down is when you realize the sound of the shower had stopped moments ago, another pale hand gripping the counter by your side - trapping you.

you turn your head, coming face to face with a pale, bare chest. small droplets of water drip from Jakes damp hair and down his chest and abs, his vline stopping abruptly (and rudely) before the rest of him is covered by a pair of grey sweats.

you drink in the sight of the man before trailing your eyes up to his face, dark eyes staring back.

Jake sets the box of coffee on the counter before pressing his palm into the wooden cupboard above your head, shifting his body a hair closer to yours, his dick gently brushing up against the plush of your ass.

"jake..?" you question in a hushed whimper as he pushes himself closer, leaning his head down to the shell of your ear.

your head tilts on instinct, eyes fluttering closed in anticipation.

your heart thumps hard against your rips, it feels as if your stomach is about to fall out of your ass as he whispers, warm breath fanning against your skin.

"let me help you" you can basically feel the stupid smirk adoring his face as he speaks, making you lightheaded and needy.

you wanted him to pick you up and bend you over the counter, cover your mouth and pound into you relentlessly until you're screaming for him to stop.

you wanted him to sink to his knees and eat you out from behind as he fingers your sopping, needy cunt.

you wanted to ride that stupid smirk off his face, but just as quickly as he came, he peeled away from you with a warm chuckle.

"just thought you could use a hand" he walks backwards and out of the kitchen, and the grip you had on the counter was deadly as you attempt to ground yourself, the fluttering of your pussy not helping you.

"screw you." you throw a coffee capsule at him and raise a hand to your forehead, cooling yourself off.

Before jake made his way to his room, he speaks again

"your phone went off by the way" you lift your eyes to him just as he shoots you a deadly wink, and every ounce of restraint you had was hanging on by a thread as you stop over to your phone

without even checking the notification, only noticing it was from twitter - you open the app to find another picture J had posted.

This one instantly made you squeal under your breath.

it was one picture of him, a mirror picture.

it was taken in a steamy bathroom, he was leaning against a wall turned sideways one hand covering his face as he leaned his head backwards, the other was holding up the phone to take the picture

His dick was flush against his abdomen, sitting right below his bellybutton. his damp hair dripping down his body and a towel was lazily thrown over his shoulder.

fuck, you wanted to sit on it, bounce on it, do fucking tricks on it.

"im not fucking doing this" you like the post before commenting something dumb under it, and as soon as you did so, jakes phone dinged from across the room

but as per usual, you paid no mind.

you grumble and gather your school bag before grabbing one of jakes redbulls from the fridge.

"what are you doing?" jake merges from his room, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed, eyes following you bounce around the living room.

"leaving. I'll be back later." you huff before heading out of the apartment and towards campus, deciding to buy a coffee instead of make one because if you were around jake for once second longer - you were afraid you would pounce on him.

Jake laughed to himself as the door slammed behind you before making his way to his phone and checking your comment

"I'm going to bounce on it and all of you fucks are gonna watch me"

jake groans before replying to your comment

"i'll be waiting baby, doors wide open"

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"When are you gonna be here?" your phone vibrates on your desk, your mind coming out of a too-realistic daydream. you check the message, finding yourself smiling a little too much at the sender.

"in around an hour, just finishing up this class and i'll be on the way" you text Jake, your eyes tired from staring at your notes all day long.

And if jake were to time this correctly, you were in for a big surprise.

Just as you turned down Jakes block, a good two minute walk away from his front door, a notification pops up on your screen as you scroll mindlessly through your instagram feed. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

J was live

And not on his normal time schedule either.

you tap the notification wearily, turning down your volume despite having headphones in.

The familiar background of dark room is illuminated in a dim lighting thanks to the gaming monitor screen he has lit, his led lights red- and right in the center of the screen was J

his dick completely hard against his lower abdomen, one of his hands wrapping around the base of his cock - pumping himself ever so slowly.

you fish the spare key that jake had given you months ago out of your bag , unlocking the door, and walking into the dim and chilly apartment.

"oh my god." you whisper under your breath as the quiet groans fill your ears - kicking the door closed with your foot before striding into the livingroom.

it suddenly hit you that the entire apartment was quiet and dark apart from jakes bedroom door being cracked ; red and white lighting shining through the gaps of his door.

"Jake.?" you call out to the seemingly empty apartment, goosebumps arising on your skin as a weird feeling sinks into the pit of your stomach.

silence is returned to your call, and the air around you begins to feel heavy.

"come here baby." the low command rings in your ear followed by more hushed groans, and you cant tell if it came through your phone, or if you genuinely heard it.

knowing in the pit of your stomach the right answer - but refusing to acknowledge such

your heart thumps rapidly in your chest, completely covering your slow steps towards jakes door, the puzzle pieces beginning to fold into one another as realization races towards you head on.

"jake.." you call out to him again before using your free hand to push his door open- and the sight makes you instantly freeze.

there he was, that familiar mask staring right back at you - palming his dick slowly and steadily.

you attempt to blink the lightheadedness away- but to no avail, hes still sitting there; legs spread and inviting as his stare burns holes through your body.

you look at him, then at your phone, and back up at him, trying to make sense of it all.

"hi baby" he tilts his head at you, his movements unwavering while he strokes himself. jakes voice is deep as he speaks,

"what.. ja-.. im..-"

”come here” his voice is commanding, but you refuse to advance his words, not knowing which part of your body to move first. jake grows impatient at your silence, so as his thumb moves to run over the slit of his cock, his other hand comes to pat his lap

giving you an ultimatum

"you gon' bounce on it.." his legs spread even further as fat drops of precum leak out of his tip, a low, strained groan leaving his throat

"..and make all of them watch?" he then tilts his head towards his monitor, a teasing edge to his voice as he hangs your earlier words over your head. the smirk prominent in his tone, making you feel all sorts of things spark up within the pits of your core.

you stand there in the doorway, staring at the man a mere few feet away from you, a mental war circulating around in your head

"come here baby, let me please you" his body swivels in his chair while his fingers moves up into the air, cohesively influencing you with a ‘come here’ motion. everything that was once screaming at you finally subsided as you shift further into the room - taking your coat off in the process.

you want to shrivel into nothingness as jake eyefucks you from across the room, your feet pattering on the floor as you make your way over to stand inbetween his spread legs.

"there she is" jake says as his cool fingers dip to ghost over the skin on the back of the thighs, gently caressing you.

his touch is like fire against you, leaving trails of third degree burns in their path as they move up to cup the mounds of your ass under your skirt.

"is this okay, doll?" you shakingly nod, exhaling slowly.

jake massages your ass for a minute before dipping two fingers past your cheeks and towards your fluttering hole from behind.

Jake hisses at the feeling of your damp panties, embarrassment beginning to flood through your veins and a whimper exits your throat involuntarily. jake looks up at you with hungry eyes, your pussy clenching around nothing.

without a word, jake grips your hips tightly before spinning you around and forcing you to sit on his lap, careful of his angry erection and making sure your face stays out of frame.

the man behind you then slides his hands up underneath your thighs once more, leaning his head down to whisper in your ear just loud enough for the viewers to hear - his deep voice sending shivers down your spine

"wanna show them that pretty little pussy baby? all wet and needy for me hmm?" his fingers run up and down your clothed slit under your thin skirt. you hum an answer, and thats just enough for jake to grip your thigh harshly and spread them apart- revealing the damp patch seeping through your pretty lacy panties.

"fuck.." jake mutters before reaching behind him and grabbing what appears to be a black blindfold. your stomach churns as he lifts it up over your head and your world plunges into darkness within a fraction of a second

“gotta make sure my girl stays mine… can’t let them see who you are hmm?” you nod your head, and every sense is suddenly heightened and you can hear the hum of the heater and the fan of his gaming monitor

wrapping his arms under your knees and lifting you up in the air- jake readjusts your legs to spread apart even further on his lap- legs dangling on either side of his thighs as your skirt hikes up to your hips.

the newfound position bares your clothed pussy completely to the camera, jakes cock resting on your inner thigh.

he keeps one hand on your thigh - making sure you stay spread as the other comes to trace up and down your wet slit before pulling your panties to the side

“I agree, she is very pretty” jake speaks before kissing the skin behind your ear, biting your ear lobe before his cool fingers dip between the wet folds of your pussy. you question when he had slid his mask up enough to do such a thing, but every thought flies out of your mind.

a gasp falls from your lips at the contact, your chest heaving up and down in an attempt to catch your breath, an unlimited amount of comments filtering through the screen unstopping.

"focus on me pretty girl" he says into your ear, his plastic mask bumping the side of your head.

jake focuses his fingers on your clit, drawing lazy shapes onto your bundle of nerves that has you twitching in his hold - moans and whimpers picking up volume

"j-ja- ah-" you gasp at the feeling of two fingers slipping into your cunt, stopping half way in as you jump in his lap.

"oh my god... please.." you whimper, making jakes ego swell and his dick pulse.

"yeah? what do you want angel?" your head falls onto jake’s shoulder, exhaustion clouding over your mind.

you shake your head and bring your bottom lip between your teeth, arms reaching up and behind you to grip onto jake’s biceps in order to ground yourself.

“more… want more please” you beg, making jake’s chest vibrate with a laugh

”m’ gonna need you to be more specific love, tell me what you want beautiful” your hips grind up into his palm, silently giving him your answer- but its not good enough

jakes patience is running out, quickly.

he slaps your clit, a squeal ripping from the back of your throat

”finger me” you say loud and demanding, a pout prominent on your lips

”want you to finger me please…” your voice lowers in embarrassment, scared that someone had heard you.

”good girl,” two of his fingers slip into your fluttering hole, and you instantly feel relief in your abdomen. your legs shake and you squirm around in jake’s lap as his fingers fuck into you slowly.

”how does it feel pretty girl?” you whine and wiggle your hips, silently begging for more

”feels good… more- want more please” you ask nicely, making the man behind you smile and kiss your temple

”since you asked so politely..”

maybe you shouldn’t have asked, because the pace jake settles on is ruthless and unwavering as his fingers move fast inside you- pumping your needy cunt like it was his own

your body pushes further into jake’s chest as your quiet whimpers from earlier turn into high-pitched moans, one hand coming up to grip a firm handful of jake’s hair.

jake moans at the contact, his free hand coming up to wrap around your throat in a tight grip, making your pussy clench around his quickly-paced fingers. adding more stimulation- jake uses his thumb to press up against your clit, drawing lazy, focused circles on the mound of nerves

his fingers curl inside you- making you yelp, your head coming to bury itself in jake’s neck

”oh? right there hm?” he questions, curling his fingers once more. a strangled sob leaves your mouth, so jake thrusts his fingers in again and again, hitting that same sweet spot deep within your walls

”im,, gonna cum,,, s’ too much please” sweat beads at your hairline, and your lips are bleeding slightly from biting down so hard.

Jakes ears perk up, his abandoned dick straining against your thigh.

”cum for me then doll, show them how much of a slut you are for me, yeah?” his words throw you over the edge, your pussy clamping down on jakes long fingers as he haunts his movements inside you

jake audibly gasps at the sight of you when he looks at the monitor screen - your mouth is agape and your spread unbelievably wide for him, your cum literally riveting out of your twitching cunt and you attempt to fold your legs in on yourself

you were a mess

and it was all for him.

you were driving him insane

Jake gives you little to no time to calm down before he’s man handling you to face him, making you whine in protest-

but as soon as he begins to lower you down onto his lap; dick prodding at your entrance- your whines of protest fall into moans of need

“m’ sorry baby, i know i know… just can’t hold back anymore… need to be inside you right fucking now” your legs fold on each side of jakes as he lowers you down onto him, his tip splitting you sweetly

”oh fuck… oh my god” you gasp at the new-found feeling

all of the men you’ve sleep’d with never compared to the man on the screen or your best friend ,, and now that you’re about to be split in half by both was more than a dream come true

”s’ big… hurts..” you speak into jakes ear, and he swears he hears his heart thump against his ribs

”i know sweetheart… i’ll make you feel so good i promise.. be a good girl for me and stay still ‘kay?” you nod your head, arms wrapping around jakes shoulders for stability- ass completely bared to the camera as jakes huge hands tightly grip your cheeks in order to lower you down

every inch stings, but relief pools in the pit of your stomach once you’re lowered completely down, his balls flush against your ass as your pussy flutters around his length

after a moment, you begin to squirm in anticipation- and jake instantly begins grinding his hips up into you- hands harshly gripping your ass in his hold to help you bounce up and down

”oh god… so fuckin’ tight… you’re gonna be the death of me” one of jakes hands moves to cup your cheek, fingers slipping under the blindfold as he lifts it up and over your head - throwing it across the room before cupping your cheek once more

you stare at his eyes through the mask, your lips parted ever so slightly as breathless moans drip from your tongue

“you’re so beautiful” he whispers before catching his lips on yours, one hand on your ass coming to snake around the small of your back- pressing your chests against one another as the one on your cheek cups the back of your head, holding you still

your hips keep moving, your body sliding up and down his dick as you ride him at a steady pace.

you curl into jakes warmth as your mouths move in sync with one another, hands coming to grip his hair roughly, becoming more and more needy as time go’s on

jakes fingers grip onto you tightly- holding you as if you were to slip through his hands at the slightest moment of falter

”thats my girl,,, ride it baby, lose yourself all over me... oh fuck"

your legs work faster on him- fucking yourself down onto jakes cock messily.

“fuck me jake.. make me yours” you throw your head back, but his grip never loosens, jakes mouth coming to latch onto your neck in order to suck deep, beautiful purple and pink marks into your skin

sounds of wet skin slapping sound from just under your hips, bouncing off the walls and filling the apartment perfectly in sync with your sinful moans as jakes mouth works wonders on your skin,, prepping wet, open mouthed kisses all over your neck mindlessly

"such a desperate,, filthy girl fucking yourself on me like that" one of his hands lands a harsh smack on your ass, making you yelp

your hips dont stop, jakes cock hitting that sweet spot deep within your velvety walls.

as a matter of fact, you frantically fuck onto him faster, your juices coming to leak down all over yours and jakes thighs that flow to pool on the chair just below you

"fuckin' whore all for me. absolutely disgusting" he chuckles before biting down harshly on your collarbone, and before you know it, youre creaming all over his dick with a scream, body stilling against his chest as you collapse

"i didn't say we were done" your eyes widen as his huge hands come down to roughly grab your hips, sliding you up and down on his dick as he thrusts up into your puffy, achey cunt.

"wait wait wa- can't... s' too much please" your attempts to squirm out of his hold are pathetic as your body fights against your words, hands wrapping around jakes neck to steady yourself against his quick pace.

"shut up,, im not finished with you yet." his words are so mean, but you cant help the way your pussy clams down on his length at them

your orgasm seeps down onto the chair, nasty squelching noises replacing the sound of your thighs meeting jakes.

"you're gonna take what I give you, so just sit there and look pretty, yeah?" his movements falter for a split second as he speaks, but resumes his assault inside your cunt soon after, your moans turning into hushed mewls as you begin to fade out of your body

"fuck, im so close,,," with one hand suddenly wrapping harshly in your hair, jake makes you look at him - eyes snapping open to meet his through the plastic barrier of his mask

"you gon' take my cum like the pretty little cock sleeve you are? make J proud?' he holds the anonymous name over your head , a smirk gracing his full lips.

all you can do is nod your head as your eyes water, overstimulation taking over your body as it shakes uncontrollably.

"take it baby... fucking take it" his dick twitches inside you and his balls tighten seconds before his cum shoots deep within your walls, making you his.

jake pushes you down onto his length, holding you still as your pussy milks him of everything he is. his head is thrown back, adams apple bobbing up and down as he moans louder than you, your own orgasm coming as the tip of his cock licks your cervix perfectly.

your juices squirt on his abdomen and thighs, your eyes fluttering closed as you collapse on him.

your body takes jake by surprise as he feels your fluids rush down his body to pool in his thigh and chair, looking down inbetween your sweaty bodies to see just how much of a mess the two of you had really made.

his cum was leaking out of your fucked out pussy, and your skirt was partially soaked.

his jaw tic's, and you gently open your eyes to get a look at his expression,,, and your face drains itself of color; he's absolutely lost.

a gasp leaves your mouth, one of his arms wrapping around you, the other coming to lean over you to cut the camera,,, ending the live stream.

"jake!"

[sugoroo]

# PUT ME IN A MOVIE!

ʚɞ summary. in which the jjk men decide to send a snippet of your fun in the sheets to a friend, so you better be ready to put on a good show. . . ft. gojo, geto, toji, choso + nanami.

warnings. fem!reader, exhibitionism, filming of sex, oral (m receiving), facial, fingering, pussy slaps, penetration (p in v), doggystyle, spanking + brief choking in toji's, squirting, handjob, 18+ minors dni.

SATORU GOJO

"yeahhh, stay just like that for me, baby," satoru croons as he peers down at your patiently waiting form, raising the phone slightly to get the best possible angle of your position knelt between his legs. "suguru's gonna dig this."

"isn't he gonna be pissed at you for sending him something like this while he's on a mission abroad?" you inquire curiously, raising an eyebrow as your boyfriend quickly dismisses your question with a simple wave of his hand.

"nah, i'm sure he'll appreciate having some... material to keep him sated during that boring ass assignment." the white-haired menace grins unapologetically, reaching down with his free hand to push some loose strands of hair out of your eyes. "—not to mention, he's always going on about how pretty he finds you. he should be honoured i'm willing to let him see this, honestly."

"if you say so, toru," you hum sceptically with a small shrug, earning yourself a fond head pat from the aforementioned man as he returns his attention to the view from behind the screen. "and what do you want me to do, exactly?"

"just do what you usually would before sucking me off," satoru instructs, before pausing to scratch the underside of his chin thoughtfully. "but add a little more teasing just to make him squirm when he watches it, heh."

"that's so mean! poor sugu." you tease lightly, running your hands over his toned thighs through the material of his sweatpants. there's already a visible tent growing at the crotch; no doubt from the mere idea that his bestfriend is going to be witnessing this exact moment in a few hours, too.

"oh yeah, he's just sooo mistreated by getting a video of my hot girlfriend putting her mouth on my dick." he gasps theatrically, before erupting into a small fit of laughter at his own antics, causing you to roll your eyes in response.

"now now, don't go getting ahead of yourself." you tut chidingly, punishing him with a sharp flick to his pelvis through his trousers and causing him to yelps dramatically in pain — however, the sound quickly morphs into a soft moan when you soothe the sting by nuzzling your nose against it.

purposefully teasing him just as you were told, you drag your face from the side of his hip to the unmistakeable bulge pressing against the fabric of his pants, brushing your lips over it and gazing up at the camera lens of the phone through your lashes.

"mmm. look at her, suguru," satoru groans deeply, using two fingers to zoom in on your expression as you start gently mouthing at his clothed erection. "bet you wish she was doing this to you right now, huhh?"

but his plans to utter mocking comments to his friend throughout the duration of the video quickly unravel once you've gotten his lower half bare, the only sounds leaving his lips being broken whines and moans of pleasure as you work him over with your mouth and tongue.

"f-fuck, baby, that's—" he attempts to speak, bright eyes rolling back so far in his head he swears he sees the pearly white gates of heaven when you start fondling his neglected balls in time with the practised bobs of your head. "so goood."

"yeah?" you murmur once you slide your mouth off the end of his saliva-coated cock with a lewd pop!, blinking up at both him and the camera with a mischievous smile. "or maybe you're just feeling even more sensitive than usual because you know suguru's gonna be watching this later, hmm?"

"h-hey!" satoru whisper-shouts in embarrassment, pale cheeks visibly staining a deep shade of pink behind the phone as a little trickle of gooey pre-cum oozes from his angered tip as a result of your words. "don't say stuff like that, he'll never let me live it down."

"oh, come on," you chuckle in amusement, slowly lolling your tongue out to lick a long, teasing stripe across the underside of his veiny shaft. "like he isn't gonna be jerking one out to this exact part of the video imagining what you looked like behind the camera while i did this to you."

"shit— y-you really think he'll do that?" he breathes out shakily, cock twitching from both the visual image you've conjured up in his head and the feeling of your pleasureful ministrations against him.

"oh, i know he will," you purr in a low, sultry caress of a tone as you flick the tip of your tongue over his leaking slit just the way he likes it. "he'll probably even cum at the same time you do, just from hearing your sounds."

"oh god... baby, ngh!, i'm g-gonna—" and satoru can't even finish his sentence before he's throwing his head back in ecstasy, thick ropes of milky cum spurting from his cockhead and splattering across your features.

"hm, i think you might've been right after all," you muse as you collect some of his release from your cheek, delving it into your mouth and making direct eye contact with the camera while sucking it from the digit. "suguru is gonna dig this."

SUGURU GETO

"ah ah, c'mon, pretty, none of that," suguru scolds as you try to snap your legs closed again, prying them right back open with his free hand while the other brings the phone closer to your dripping cunt. "gotta make sure satoru gets a good view, don't we?"

you whine in embarrassment, bringing your own hands up to cover your heated face as your boyfriend uses two of his slender fingers to separate your puffy pussy lips, a low groan leaving his throat as he does so.

"such a cute little pussy, aren't you?" he croons, seemingly having no reservations about talking to it as he trails the pad of one of his fingers down your leaking slit. "yeahh, i know you are. and so does satoru now, too."

"s-sugu, stop it!" you squeak quietly, peering down at him between the cracks of your fingers with an involuntary pout. he only chuckles at your display of shyness, the edges of his violet eyes crinkling with amusement as he reaches up to gently tug your hands away from your face.

"and why should i, baby?" suguru hums smoothly, trapping both of your wrists in the grip of one of his large hands while he props the phone up against your thigh so he can continue playing with your cunt. "i know you secretly like it, otherwise she wouldn't be so soaked."

"t-that's not—!" you huff in protest, quickly trailing off when he abruptly punishes you for lying in the form of a sharp smack! against your tacky folds.

"what have i told you about telling me fibs, hmm?" he tuts, soothing the sting of the slap by rubbing the heel of his palm over your twitching skin. "you're making me look bad in front of satoru. and you don't want that, do you, sweet girl?"

"...no." you mutter meekly, feeling your body once again betray you by oozing more webby arousal onto his fingers at the mere thought that satoru is going to be watching this video later tonight.

suguru releases yet another rich laugh as he carefully scoops up some of your translucent juices with a finger, waving it around in front of the camera lens before sinking it into his mouth with a satisfied hmph. "i bet he's gonna wish he was here get a taste of you too. you know how much he loves sweet things."

"y-yeah?" you mumble breathlessly, hips weakly bucking up in search of some friction as his words sink straight down into the already coiling spool of pleasure buried in the depths of your stomach. "and would you let him?"

he taps the bottom of his chin in thought for a few moments, a cat-like smile spreading across his lips as he leans over you to whisper in your ear, hot breaths brushing against the hairs on the side of your neck. "only if he took it from my fingers... i wouldn't let him drink from the source — no, that's for me only."

a small mewl of pleasure escapes you at his words, and that's when his eyes flicker down to notice that you've sneakily managed to wriggle one of your wrists from his grip and ease one of your own fingers into your fluttering hole while he was speaking.

oh, you're in for it now.

suguru rips your hand away from your cunt, pinning both above your head this time before lowering his own between your writhing thighs and making direct eye contact with the camera from beneath his dark lashes. "now you're gonna see what happens when my girl misbehaves, satoru. hope you're strapped in for a bumpy ride."

TOJI FUSHIGURO

"c'mon, mama, i know y'can do a better arch for me than that," toji huffs impatiently as he delivers a sharp slap to your raised ass, making your entire body jolt with a mix of surprise and arousal. "don't ya wanna impress shiu, hmm?"

his words fly straight past your brain, shooting directly down to your stuffed cunt as you bend the front of your body even further down into the mattress, pushing your rear back against him with renewed vigour.

"ohhh, look at that," your boyfriend chortles amusedly, soothing the red handprint where he'd slapped with a gentle pat as a form of reward for your obedience. "looks like my girl is gettin' off on putting on a good ol' show for for my handler, huh? cute."

"shut up, toji," you mutter in response, voice slightly muffled by the material of the pillow as he continues to pound into you in full view of the phone propped up on the bedside table. "like you're not enjoying this too."

"heh. never said i wasn't, baby," he grunts from behind you, rough hands spreading the globes of your ass apart further to give the camera a better picture of the way his thick girth disappears inside of you with each thrust. "i like the idea of showin' him somethin' he can never have."

"you— mmph! — you wouldn't consider letting him join in?" you squeak out through the haze of pleasure he's put you in, hips halting their wriggles backwards as you unsurprisingly fail to keep up with his vicious pace.

"nah," toji hums casually, the only sign of him tiring out being the small tremor in his voice when he feels your spongy walls tighten around him in response to him hitting a particularly deep spot. "wouldn't be opposed to havin' him sit and watch us, though."

he can tell how much you support the idea by the way a gush of arousal drips out of you as soon as the words leave his mouth, dripping down his cock and splattering lewdly against his heavy balls.

"ohh, you like that, dont'cha?" he rumbles, reaching a large hand around to wrap around the front of your throat, giving it a light squeeze. "like thinkin' about shiu sat right next to the bed and jerkin' one out to the sight of me fuckin' you good, huhh?"

a wanton moan spills from your lips at this, pussy almost cutting off the blood circulation in his cock with how tightly it squeezes him when you cum. his darkened eyes flicker down, groaning when he sees the way your translucent juices spray the sheets beneath the two of you.

"hot damn, baby," toji growls, swiping up the phone from the bedside table and bringing it closer to film the mess you've caused where your bodies are connected. "ya see this shit, shiu? think we might have'ta organize a little cucking session some time soon, don't you?"

CHOSO KAMO

"s-so who are you planning on showing this to again?" choso utters sheepishly from his position splayed out across the bed, cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink and twitching cock standing to attention between his legs as you aim the phone in his direction.

"just yuki," you hum casually, peering over the top of the device and giving him a small, reassuring smile. "are you sure you're okay with this? because we can always stop if—"

"—no! i-i mean, no thank you," he squeaks hurriedly, shy chestnut eyes darting to the side in embarrassment as he registers just how eager he sounded. "i'm fine."

you release a soft laugh at his shyness, reaching down to cup one of his rosy cheeks in your free hand give it a teasing squeeze. "aww, is thinking about yuki seeing you like this making you all flustered, baby?"

choso lets out a quiet whine at how easily you read him, bare body squirming slightly against the mattress in response to your words. "i-it's just... sometimes she can be so mean. what if she makes fun of me for this?"

"oh, she won't," you purr seductively, trailing your fingers down from his cheek to his plump pectorals that rise and fall with each heavy breath he takes. "she'll be too busy... taking care of herself after watching this video."

his mouth falls open into a comical little 'o' shape at the mental image your implication alights in his mind, the flushed tip of his cock spurting out a trail of translucent pre-cum as a result. "she'll really be doing that because o-of me?"

"of course, pretty boy," you hum amusedly, giving one of his pebbled nipples a soft tweak with your thumb and forefinger and relishing in the little yelp the action earns you. "you have no idea how delicious you look right now, do you?"

choso shakes his head meekly, back arching off the bed as he needily pushes his chiselled torso into your touch. "n-no. but... can you tell me? how d-delicious i look?"

"mhmm," you coo softly, propping the phone up against one of his thick thighs so both of your hands are free to play with his quivering cock. "you look good enough to eat, cho. such an obedient boy, all laid out for me like this."

your boyfriend whimpers pathetically at your praise, messy tresses of dark hair sticking to his forehead with sweat when you finally wrap a hand around his girthy base. "k-keep talking to me, pretty girl. please?"

"...and it's not just me who thinks you're perfect, either," you continue as you begin to stroke him languidly, other hand snaking down to gently fondle his heavy balls and making his legs tremble either side of you in response. "bet yuki's gonna be soaked just from watching this video."

"s-shit—! can't... gonna cum already," choso cries out, hips frantically bucking up into your fist like a teenager receiving his first handjob before his cock twitches violently beneath your hold, thick stripes of cum oozing from his reddened tip.

you quickly stop the recording so you can pull his shaky body into your arms, comforting him through the aftershocks of his intense orgasm as he buries his head into your clothed chest with a content mewl.

"...m-maybe we should do that more often." comes choso's soft, barely audible mumble as he peers up at you from between his messy bangs once a few minutes of comfortable silence have passed.

and oh, if that's how worked up a simple bit of filming is going to get him each time? you definitely agree.

KENTO NANAMI

"hopefully this video helps hiromi relax a little bit," nanami muses as he sets up the phone against the pillow next to your head, angling it so the lens of the camera has the perfect view of your sprawled out form waiting for him. "he's been ever so stressed lately."

"you're so considerate, ken," you hum affectionately as he settles himself between your legs, reaching up to caress his cheek with the pad of your thumb. "doing all of this for your friend."

"mmm," he hums warmly, leaning his angular face into your touch slightly as he places his large hands either side of your body. "and you're the perfect wife, agreeing to let me film such an intimate moment. i love you so much, honey, you know that?"

"i know," you respond with a gentle smile, eyes flickering down to watch as he aligns his leaky cock with your awaiting cunt. "i love you too, kento. always."

he returns your smile with a loving one of his own before slowly, with the utmost care, beginning to ease himself inside of you. he relishes in the way your arms fly to the back of his neck for support and your legs wind around his waist as each inch makes its way home — but most of all, the way the camera catches every moment as it happens.

the thought of hiromi watching this later and growing hard in his work slacks, paired with the heavenly feeling of bottoming out within the familiar coziness of your spongy walls, has nanami groaning in pleasure.

"you feel utterly divine, love," he whispers tenderly against the shell of your ear, quiet enough so the phone won't pick it up but loud enough that the words will send a shiver rippling down your spine. "taking me so well."

as the two of you move together in a well-practised dance of passion, nanami makes sure to cast his eyes towards the phone every now and again, picturing hiromi's dark eyes dilating with pleasure when he inevitably watches this video later tonight.

"close, sweetheart—" he rasps a few moments later, a few strands of blonde hair hanging over his glistening forehead as he returns his focus to you lying beneath him, holding himself up with one hand while the other reaches up to cup one of your breasts in his palm. "inside?"

"m-mhmm." is all you can manage to get out through your haze of pleasure, ankles digging into the muscles of his back to pull him in impossibly deeper as he twitches with need inside of you.

and when his heavy balls contract against your ass, thick cum spilling straight into your womb where his cockhead is buried, nanami can't help but wonder what hiromi will think when he sees his expression of bliss as he orgasms, head thrown back and jaw slack in ecstasy.

oh dear — he's starting to realize that just sending this video won't be enough... maybe he should invite hiromi into your bedroom next time so he can more efficiently help to remove the other man's stress.

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[hellokittyish]

part one here.

★ thinking about mutual masturbation on facetime with ex!satoru which starts off with you just staring at him in some sort of daze, wondering what on earth possessed you to pick up the call in the first place. this is a mistake, you know that... so why aren't you hanging up already?

but before you can dwell too long on the answer to that question, your train of thought is rudely interrupted by a particularly loud moan echoing through the speaker.

“mmh… you actually didn’t decline for once," the white-haired menace gasps out, the slick sounds of his hand gliding up and down his cock only picking up in volume as he lays eyes on you. “shit— you don't know how much i've missed seein’ that pretty face of yours, baby.”

“you’re so shameless, satoru.” you mutter, lacing your tone with as much disdain as you can muster; but the way your own hand somehow snakes its way beneath the waistband of your sweatpants and into your panties tells an entirely different tale of how this whole situation is really making you feel.

“yeah,” he muses in an unapologetic hum, making a show of tilting the camera down to give you a better view of where he's currently thumbing his leaky, blushing tip. “but… ah— so are you, otherwise you would’ve blocked my new number the second i sent you that dick pic.”

“w-well how do you know i wasn't about to press the block button right when you called me and i accidentally clicked accept instead?” you shoot back through teeth which are clenched partly in annoyance and partly in an effort to hold back letting your own pleasure show on your face.

“nah, don’t give me that bullshit,” satoru snorts amusedly, leaning in closer to the screen and tilting his head to the side, snowy lashes fluttering seductively as his bright eyes stare knowingly into yours. “if you’re not enjoying this, then i want you to show me that your hands aren’t in your pants right now rubbing that pretty little pussy.”

shit. of course he'd be able to see through you that easily — he is your ex, after all. but no... you can’t let him win just yet. so, as subtly as possible, you pull your hand from your panties and hold it up to the phone screen, hoping against hope that the darkness of your room hides the wetness of your palm.

“hah. nice try, baby,” he drawls smugly, smiling so wide now that both of his annoyingly cute dimples are on full display; and it’s deliberate, too. he knows full well they were always your weakness. “...but i can see your sweet juices coating those cute fingers from here.”

and he knows he has you right where he wants you when you still don't hang up the call like you both know you should, instead just shoving your hand right back into your panties and rubbing messy circles over your clit while keeping direct eye-contact with him — trying to beat him at his own game, are you? oh, how he's missed you.

so he picks up the pace of his jostling fist around his cock, candy-pink lower lip caught between his pearly teeth as he tries to catch even a small glimpse of your bare skin through the screen; and god, only you could make him act this pathetic, this desperate. "fuck... please, pretty, y'gotta give me something to work with here. h-how about you pull your top up just a little for toru, hm?"

and you've already let this escalate too far to back out now, so you decide to throw caution to the wind and tug at the edge of your oversized tee just enough so that your bare tits spring free, courtesy to your preference for not wearing a bra around your apartment.

"o-oh, just look at those. i missed my girls s'much. bet you wish they were in my mouth right now, huh?" satoru rasps out, balls tightening to an almost painful degree as he reaches down to pay the heavy, neglected sacs some attention by gently fondling them.

and you, having finally caved and slid a finger into your fluttering hole, can only respond with a soft whine as you reach up to knead a breast with your free hand, the image of his skilled mouth suckling on them like he always used to making your much-too-empty cunt clench around your digit with need.

and that singular sweet, sweet sound from your lips that he's been deprived of hearing for months is all it takes for him to finally bust a load all over his chest and hand, goopy white streaks tainting his previously unmarred pale skin as his entire body trembles with a pleasure only you can give him.

and when he eventually manages to compose himself enough to glance back down at the facetime and realize that you're still trying to reach your own climax, your meek little fingers clearly not enough to finish the job, satoru has the absolute audacity to lean right in close to the screen and mutter out a cheeky…

“hey, if y'want me to come over and help you with that then all you gotta do is agree to get back together with me, baby.”

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[luveline]

𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝

Spencer calls you drunk and in need of rescue. You confess a few secrets to him while he won’t remember them (or so you think). 3k, fem

cw drunk!spencer, mentioned past drug use, confident/bombshell!reader, flirting, spencer getting some well deserved comfort, a handful of his drunken compliments, insecurity, intense mutual pining

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

You’re blissfully sleeping in the arms of a REM cycle when your phone rings. It pulls you by the chest, a punch of shock and expectancy at once. It’ll be someone calling you into work, Hotch himself if you’re lucky. 

You search blindly for your phone. If you’re even luckier, it’ll be a wrong number. Your fingers curl around the little body of your phone and you bring it to your ear without checking the number, frazzled. “Hello?” you ask hoarsely. 

Total quiet. 

“Hello?” You pull the screen away. The caller reads: SPENCER. You pull it back rather than hang up. “Hey, Spencer. Are you there?” 

“Hello.” He laughs. “Hello, are you there?” 

“I’m here, Spencer, where are you?” 

“That’s an interesting question, actually, and I’m sure there’s a great answer, but…” 

“But what?” You sit up quickly, your throat aching with sleep. Your room is black as coal pitch. “Spencer, what time is it, my love?” 

“You shouldn’t call me stuff like that.” 

“Stop being weird and tell me where you are.” 

He laughs like a hyena. You can see it in your mind, his smile and all his pearly perfect teeth. You love it when he smiles like that and he rarely ever does. “I’m somewhere and I need your help getting home!” he says with another funny laugh. 

“Are you alright? You sound…” He sounds inebriated. 

Spencer struggled with his drug problem for so long before you found out. You just hadn’t been around enough, and when you were he’d gotten good at hiding it. You can still remember how furious you’d been with everyone, including him, because you could’ve helped, would’ve done anything to support him through it. If he’s hurting now and hasn’t told you, you love him, but you’ll be insanely angry. 

“Spencer?” you ask quietly. 

“I went for drinks with a girl but she didn’t like me and I may have drowned my sorrows too much,” he admits. “Um. Did you know gin is very strong?” 

“Aw, baby. You’re cheating on me?” 

“I’m afraid so,” he says, and hiccups. 

“Where are you?” 

After some hassle wherein you persuade Spencer to give the phone to someone else in the bar for a slightly less drunk interrogation, you dress and gather your bearings for the drive. You zip a hoodie up over your pyjamas, stuff your feet into some old converse, and set out into the dark to find him. 

He calls you again as you’re parking. “Hello,” he says as soon as you answered. “I need you to come and get me.” 

Spencer called you twice to save him. Even if he doesn’t remember, he’s called you to come and get him when he knows he needs help, and that realisation is hard to ignore. “Spencer, I’m two minutes away, I’m parking. You’re still where you were?” 

“Where was I?” 

“At the bar, sweetheart. Are you still there?” It’s scarily dark out and you didn’t grab any sort of defensive measure before you came, which you regret now, climbing out of your car to walk the dimly lit road. The bar glows like a beacon to be followed. 

“Still where?” 

“Did you hit your head?” 

“Not to my knowledge. Though I’m not sure I have much right now. I feel like I’m forgetting everything I’ve ever read, and I’ve read a lot. You know I can read about eighty average length novels in one hour on an e-reader? The buttons make it faster.” 

“You haven’t told me that before.” You shiver against the nighttime winds, footsteps heavy on the grey sidewalk. 

“I’m trying to be more conversational. Emily says it’s not working.” 

“You’re conversational. Isn’t the only condition of being conversational to prompt a conversation? We’re always talking.” 

“…What?” 

You laugh like crazy. “Spencer, you don’t need to change the way you talk.” 

“I annoy people.” 

“You don’t annoy me.” 

You approach the door of the bar, a ramshackle sheet of plywood over what looks to be a glass door. The bar building seems in similar dessaray, with modern features wrecked by scratches and smashed panes. It’s a real dive. Spencer couldn’t have meant to come here. 

You war with both hands to open the door and find yourself faced with a long and empty corridor leading to another door. Worried you’re going to get kidnapped, you bring the phone back to your ear, Spencer’s chatting an immediate greeting. “…telling me I’m doing something wrong without telling me what it is, it’s impossible.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, can you come to the door?” 

“I don’t think I have control of my legs,” he says without inflection. 

“It’s definitely the building with the smashed door?” 

“Yesssss. Are you here?” he asks excitedly. 

“I better not get murdered, Spencer Reid.” 

“Am I in trouble?” 

“How are you even keeping the phone to your ear right now?” 

“I’m on speaker phone. Milly showed me how to do it. Say hi, Milly.” 

“Hi Milly,” a new voice says. 

You rub your eyes with one hand and square your shoulders, prepared to defend yourself if the creepy door leads to a creepier room. 

Spencer is immediately visible from the get go. You open the door on to a rather cosy looking bar, which you’re thinking might be the whole point; wretched exterior, secret attraction. Warm orange light ebbs into the space from sconces and a faux fireplace, while a wrestling match playing from the small TV behind the bar casts brighter light down onto Spencer’s shoulders. He looks out of place, dressed in a white oxford shirt and a suit jacket, his tie loosened and hanging from either side of his neck, compared to the lingering patrons who sit dotted around the room in booths and on barstools. One such patron sits in a plaid shirt and a trucker hat, her hair to her back, thick and dark. 

You hang up the call and put your phone in your pocket. Spencer gasps like he’s been smacked and picks his own phone up from the bar, clicking at buttons with clumsy fingers. “No,” he hums sadly. 

“Spencer,” you say, not wanting to disturb the people spending their sorry-looking night here. “Spencer. Hey, Spence!” 

His phone tips between his fingers. The woman you assume to be Milly catches it and offers it back without looking too far from her beer. 

“Hey,” you say gently, crossing a wide empty space to meet him. The room itself is shaped like a horseshoe, the bar taking up a surprising amount in the centre, and booths and tables placed around it. Spencer’s off of his barstool as you approach, eyes like puppy dog’s, arms extended. “You okay?” you ask. 

You can feel eyes on you both from every angle, but it doesn’t matter, not when Spencer’s falling into your arms (or on to them —he’s surprisingly tall when you aren’t wearing heels). “You alright?” you ask again. 

“You don’t have to be worried, I’m fine.” 

He’s less coordinated in real life than he’d sounded over the phone, his slurring unmissable, his hands like jumping fish as he tries to hug you. It’s weird and straining to take his weight but you do it without complaint. He smells the same, at least, only his cedary cologne is sharpened by the tang of gin on his breath. 

“Thank god you’re here,” he whispers. 

“Why?” you ask, pulling away to check for danger. 

“I missed you.” 

“I missed you too, handsome,” you say, genuine but laying it on thick simultaneously as you ease his head back to cup his cheek. You can’t help yourself. He’s the prettiest man you’ve ever met, and it gets worse every year. 

He frowns at you deeply. “I don’t like first dates.” 

“Then don’t go on them,” you suggest, “you don’t need to until you’re ready.” 

“I’m ready for love,” he says. You pull your lips into a flattened line, unsure of what to say, how to explain that it’s waiting for him, but his chin dips towards his neck and his eyes lock onto your face. “You’re not wearing makeup. God, you’re so pretty.” 

You flinch away from him. “Fuck, Spencer.”

“I’m sorry! It’s not that you don’t look pretty with makeup, but I never see you without it!” 

You���d forgotten you weren’t wearing any. Makeup isn’t a shield, exactly, but you like putting your best foot forward, so to speak. You’ve no clue what you look like tonight, hadn’t managed to look in the mirror, you’d been focused on getting to Spencer before he got lost. You can imagine the puffiness.

Spencer touches your cheek. You let him turn you mostly because he’s surprised you, his eyes roving up and down your face with a fawning curiosity. 

“You’re beautiful. You know that already, but people don’t tell you enough,” he says, his hand falling from your cheek. 

“Spencer,” you say softly, “let’s get you home.” 

You thank Milly for her help and grab Spencer’s bag from the floor to hang on your shoulder. You’d make a joke about how heavy it was if you didn’t think he’d take it from you, and, considering how drunk he is, topple over from the imbalance it provides. His shirt is clammy where you push your hand through his arm to link them, his footsteps wobbly. 

“I didn’t want to go on a date,” he says. 

“Then why did you go?” you ask, helping him over the door jam into the long hallway. 

“I don’t want to be alone forever.” 

“Spencer, you won’t be.” It doesn’t feel like the best time to bring up how much you like him. You’re sure he thinks you’re kidding, doesn’t everybody? Don’t torture him, they say. Don’t toy with him. Every time you flirt with him the team acts like you can’t mean it, and for a while it worked for you; you weren’t in love with Spencer. You weren’t playing with his feelings, but you didn’t love him, and then you joined the team and got to know him, watched him fluster at every comment you made or under any soft looking and realised you could love him. It was easy to fall for him. You liked doing it. But now he’s determined to write your affection off as a joke and going on dates? 

In the morning, when he’s sober, you’ll have to tell him how you feel. Or you could let him find someone more like him… ugh. It’s such a mess. 

You grapple with the size of your feelings for him as he hums and laughs his way down the hall to the glass door. On the street, he squints and straightens his back, fighting to regain his arm from your hold to cover your shoulder instead. “It’s cold,” he says in surprise. “You okay?” 

“I’m fine, I got my jacket. It’s a short walk, come on.”

His arm stops acting as protection and starts to use you for support. “I didn’t mean to drink so much.” 

“Drowning your sorrows is always a terrible idea because it tends to work,” you lament, less scared of the dark with him at your hip, though what protection he might offer is negated by the alcohol. 

“She kind of looked like you.” 

You squeeze your eyes together quickly. “Oh.” 

“I didn’t know she was going to. But she didn’t– she didn’t– it’s hard to talk. She didn’t listen like you do,” he says, lightly slurring, “she just stared at me like everyone used to in high school. Like she could tell there’s something wrong with me.” 

“Spencer, there’s nothing wrong with you.”

“I know,” he says. 

“Do you?” 

“Yes.” He frowns. “No, I don’t know. I don’t feel like there’s something wrong with me,” —his voice turns to a nearly indistinguishable mumble— “but everyone else always does.” 

“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with you.” 

“Is that why you make all your jokes?” 

“What jokes, babe?” 

“Like that! Like babe. It’s funny ‘cos you’d never date me.” 

You’d slow if he weren’t already walking at a snail's pace. “That’s not true. Let’s talk about it in the morning, okay?” 

“I won’t remember to ask you in the morning.” 

“Spencer, you remember everything.” 

He drags his feet. “I wish I wasn’t so weird,” he whines. It’s playful at the forefront but desperate otherwise, and it gives you pause. “I wish I was normal, and you could like me normal.” 

You look down at your hands, panicking, a flash of Is this a good idea? like an alarm in your head as you turn on the sidewalk to face him. He’s looking at you like he’s begging you to disagree with him. 

You’re happy to. 

“Spencer, I like you like this,” you insist loudly. His eyes and all his sweet lashes track the movement of your hand as you touch your chest, and your neck. “You’re not normal, I’m not normal. Do you know how many times I’ve been rejected? Just for being me? I’m too bossy, too outspoken, too– too high maintenance. I've had friends with good intentions tell me I need to lower my standards, need to relax, because otherwise I’m going to end up alone for the rest of my life. I feel alone all the time.”

“But you’re perfect,” he says, puzzled. 

“To you. And you’re perfect to me.” Your hand crawls to the base of your throat. “So don’t say you’re weird like it’s ugly, honey. And don’t think I don’t like you, ‘cos I do. You think I’d come and get anybody else in the middle of the night dressed like this?” you ask him, gesturing to your ratty pyjamas and your dingy converse. 

“You look so cute,” he says mournfully. 

You roll your eyes. He’s too wasted for this conversation. “Come on, sweetheart. You can think about this too much in the morning. Let’s just get home in one piece.” Physically and emotionally. 

“Can I come home with you?” he asks. 

That had always been the plan. “Ask me nicely and I’ll consider it on the way.” 

— — 

Spencer shuts his eyes, hands itching to clap over his ears as you scratch the head of a spatula across your frying pan. “Is three eggs too many? People usually have two but that’s never enough for me.” 

“I think…” Oh my god the metal screeching is so loud. “You should have as many as you want. You know your body. There’s this study on intuitive eating…” I'm too hungover for this. “Three eggs is better than two.” 

“So you want three?” 

He cannot eat right now. “Yes. Please.” 

Spencer’s half sick with dehydration and half grief. He stayed at your house last night and he was too drunk to be nosy. He slept in your bed. He slept in your bed. He woke up to you at your vanity doing your hair, the nutty smell of hair oil mixed with the heat of the hair tool on high and realised with a start that he’d missed something he thought about all the time. 

You’d tipped your head back to smile at him. “There’s my boy. Sweet dreams?” 

He didn’t dream, but if he had, it would’ve been another agonising wish where you were his girlfriend, or his wife, or just there looking at him with love. He wakes up feeling sick because it isn’t true. And now you’re making him breakfast, humming a tune under your breath, sourdough sizzling under the grill and a shoddily blended avocado sitting in the bowl in front of him. 

You asked him for one thing. He picks up the fork and starts to mash the avocado again. He can’t fight the foreignness of sitting in your kitchen, a gap in his memory. 

He knows he told you about his date, how she looked like you, how she didn’t seem to like him much, but he’s struggling to collect the finer details. Why had you picked him up? He must’ve called you, but you could’ve said no. He remembers thinking you looked beautiful, but he always thinks that. 

The avocado is making him feel sick. 

“Here,” you say, sliding a plate of toast in front of him. “Do you want butter?” 

“I think I'm gonna throw up.” 

“You’re okay.”

“I can’t believe how I acted,” he says, pressing his palms to the hollows of his eyes. 

You turn off the hob. Fat bubbles and pops until it’s cooled. The clock on the wall by the refrigerator ticks incessantly. His slept-in shirt feels too tight despite the undone button. 

“Hey…” You round the island but don’t touch him, your voice gentle. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” 

He drags his hands down his face. “I can barely remember what I said.” 

“You were really nice to me… told me I looked pretty without my makeup, n’ that I was perfect. You were really nice.” 

Your tone is off. No flirtatiousness, no endless confidence, you sound wistful, like you’re glad he said it. You take the bowl of avocado he’s made a mess with and put it aside with the toast, resting your arm on the counter, and leaning into his space. “Spencer, last night? You didn’t do anything to be embarrassed of. You were nice, and kind. You tried to open the car door for me and you almost lost your eye, but you were fine. You don’t have anything to be worried about, really.”

“But it’s you.” 

“Gonna touch your hair,” you say, giving him enough time to move away as you reach out and rake back his fringe. His heart leaps into his mouth. “You said something last night like that, you know? Do you remember that? You said if you were normal.” You grace the skin beside his eye with the tip of your thumb, your perfume floating his way as you move. “And I said–”

“I’m not normal,” he says, remembering now. 

You’re not normal, I’m not normal, you’d said.

But you’re perfect, he’d said. 

To you. And you’re perfect to me.

“Right. We’re not normal, Spencer Reid, so forget that girl. She didn’t deserve you anyways,” you say. 

You draw a short, silken line down his cheek with the side of your pinky. To be touched so lightly has his stomach in knots —he’s not shocked by the swiftness with which your affection can make a bad situation good again. 

You turn away. “Now we should eat before everything goes cold.” 

He watches your shoulders move, and he remembers one last detail. So don’t say you’re weird like it’s ugly, honey. And don’t think I don’t like you, ‘cos I do. 

The way you’d said it… you couldn’t really mean…

“How’s your appetite? Still feeling sick?” you ask. 

Spencer smiles to himself, the ghost of your touch glowing warm on his cheek. “I’m feeling a lot better, actually.” 

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thank you for reading!!! please like/reblog or comment if you enjoyed, i appreciate anything and it always inspires me to write more<3!! my requests are pretty much always open for bombshell!reader (even though this one strays a bit from their usual story haha) so if you wanna see more let me know❤️

[dmitriene]

reader pulling ghost’s zipper down with her teeth 🤭

cw: barely there mention of sweat, just filth.

you're a dangerous one, simon ghost riley had always said, when his captain and sergeants were too curious to not ask who's a pretty bird in his phone gallery, in the messages, on the wallpapers of his home screen, the lines at your eyes crease in a grin that matches the razory sharp glint your gaze mirrors, the one that thrills even through the screen, the days that passed since the picture was taken, and they know for sure, that there's not a single lie on his tongue, that you're the one.

you get him stripped bare to every bone, raw and tender in all his willingness to open up for you, show the scarred tissue of him, stained fingers, sensitive heartstrings, when you get on with teasing him, fingers tracing all sharp, yet at the same time full edges of his body, honed by years, by work, by labor, to then being reduced down to nothing but loose power, bitten down attempts at taking a steady breath, chapped lips glistening with the saliva traced there with his own tongue, coating reddened flesh wet.

simon's control gives out like a bowed string stretched too tight, when his eyes, hooded low, take in your form kneeling on at his feet, chin lifted high to look at each flicker and twist of his face from beneath your sooty lashes, his own, pale and almost translucent beneath the light, flutter on top his glazing eyes, jaw clenching, almost tickling, and you still hadn't touched him yet, but it's soon to be changed, as you lean in, smiling beneath your nose when his exhale comes wrecked, stuttered.

every corded muscle in the firm wall of his abdomen ripples beneath the slow, meticulous drag of your palm, down to the waistband of his cargos, the comfortable looseness of the fabric unable to hide the heavy, restless outline of his aching cock, and it's makes you lick down your intuitively pursing lips, his throat already rumbling around a spilling groan, but your fingers are slow when they get his belt out precisely, making sure it's out of every loop, before your mouth opens wide.

cold metal of the zipper between your clenched teeth's, you drag your face down and press your nose close, ears picking on the sharp, strained moan that rips the air between you apart, you smell his arousal, the musk, the tang of sweat, and continue until the zipper teeth part, there's a spill of hairs that rows down his navel, sinking beneath the rubber of his boxers, gathering at the root of his flushed, rigid cock, as you hook a finger in and drag the unnecessary underwear out of your way, damp from precum that spills pearly from his slit, now face forward with you.

palm squeezing the crown of his cock, tacky with drizzling, slicking precum that coats down your rubbing, nimble fingers, wrapped around the girth, index and thumb rolling over the veiny bulging flesh, stroking over the sensitive tip, making simon's hips roll, buckle forward and chase the quiver of his bending legs, as you press in his soppy slit, remove your finger to watch the stretch of glittering strings, too much, too teasing, so when your mouth parts to take him on your warm tongue, the gummy insides of your cheeks hollowing, blood roars in his ears and drips with your name on his slacked lips.

you're soaking wet through your own panties, lips puffy, no mistake all glistening and sopping with all the slick that oozes out and pools to seep in the now sticky fabric, uncomfortably so, making your legs rub together to try and elevate the ache that seems to permeate wholly from the swelling nub of your clit and in every alight nerve you have, simon's cock twitching inside the tightness of your drooling mouth, and he won't be able to stay composed enough to not drag you off his cock and scoop you up his arms with ferine urgency.

grinding down towards the floor, the toe of his boot, greased from all the dirt he never really scrubbed off, and it's does something to him, plays with his already twisted mind wrongly, as your tongue lavishes upon the underside of his pulsing cock, lips puckered and glistening of him, throat quivering out a hum, taking him in in and in, bulbous tip brushing against your palate, and there's lighting in his gut and up his spine, wide, long fingered hand clasping down at your scalp, tugging, his name a muffled chirp that escapes your full mouth.

main masterlist. quidelines.

[merakidoll]

to the fans it was simply just their favorite streamer introducing his new found relationship! “yea guys this is my girlfriend! isn’t she just beautiful” you gave a tight lipped smile, moving in to kiss his cheek. the sound of comments going off. “be nice to her guys! she’s knew to the whole known boyfriend thing” choso’s pearly whites smiled into the camera, your body on his lap, while a my melody blanket was wrapped around your lower half’s.

as choso smoothly went into the game you wanted to cry. his cock bumped in your wet walls, balls resting between your thighs as you slightly tried bouncing. the agony of having to wait becoming too much. choso could feel you clenching around him. cream making a mess all over his new gaming chair, your sly jumps at the very small; not very scary jump scare’s. he had to give it to you, you were a good actor, but he just couldn’t allow this.

“alright guys! watch this ad while we have a quick intermission!” two clicks to the screen, and now you both stood, your moans loud and pornographic, choso ball’s slapping against your skin while your ass met his pelvis- cock so deep inside of you. your breast bounced in front of the camera, the purple pairing well with your brown skin. “bad girl, a slut who couldn’t wait huh?” the pretty sweet and shy streamer, was now a mean man who fucked into your sopping cunt. this was your choso, the one who tamed the slut inside of you. “say it. tell choso how much of a slut you are”

“m-m’abigslutt” tears poured from your eyes, the pudge of your stomach growing slightly from the thick tip that if you looked at the right angle, could be seen in a small print in your tummy. your pussy was leaking, cum dripping down your leg onto the carpet beneath you. choso moving his hand to rub your clit quickly, ignore how you cried, saying how you already came, and that everything was too much. the purple lights that were lit around the room showed your shadow against the wall, how slutty it was - and all in front of a camera that the man didn’t properly cut off.

gojoluvsebonyqueens : oh shittt!

[shariasweet]

JAKE AND READER WATCHING 🌽 TOGETHER PLEASE PLEASE 🙏🙏

s.jaeyun x f reader

𝓦c ::: est -1k 𐙚 𝓢harinote ::: omg I'm so happy sb said this nonnie I'm gonna kiss u I've been wanting to post this forever 𐙚 warnin𝓰.ᐟ ::: porn · masterbationation · competitiveness ??? · swearing · pet-names · f.ᐟreader

you set up your computer at the foot of the bed—the screen in front of you blown up to full size—as you crawled back to your boyfriend.

“whoever cums first loses,” he grinned.

the two of you sprawled out, naked legs intertwining, as one of jake’s arms reached toward the mousepad—clicking the play button just as pornographic moans ripped from the speakers.

and that’s when you began.

two of your fingers tapped your clit—smearing slick along the expanse of your slit. you bit your lip, eyes rolling as they flicked in the direction of your boyfriend.

jake’s hand wrapped around his chubbed hard-on. his thumb ran along the veins of his cock, slowly—almost teasingly—making its way to the sticky slit of his swollen, mushroom tip. “f-fuck…” his other hand ran through his hair as his head fell back.

“hah…” you gasped, slipping a finger between the precum-lathered walls of your cunt. “you sensitive already, jakey?” you laughed breathlessly, your ring finger forcing itself between your clenching walls as you fucked yourself at a steady pace.

“no… n-no way, you wish… ngh!” he gritted his teeth, still fisting his cock, letting his head snap toward the screen.

all of this had started because of the competitive nature of your relationship. playful kisses had turned into a playful argument about who was easier—who came the quickest. “aww… baby, you know how good i make you feel,” you cooed, condescendingly twirling your fingers in his black locs as you smiled against his neck.

“maybe.” his grip on your waist tightened, pressing you into the tenting bulge in his pants. “but don’t i make you feel better?” he groaned against the shell of your ear—proposing there was only one way to find out.

on the screen, the girl was face-down, her leg propped on the counter as her partner ravished her. cum dripped from her slick-glistening folds, his moans guttural and uncontrolled as he fucked into her at a relentless pace despite having already come so many times.

the video reminded you two of yourselves.

“shit… i’m close,” jake huffed, squeezing his shaft hard, like he was trying to milk himself dry. “m-me too.” you frowned, back arching into your touch as three fingers thrust into you, your thumb massaging your clit. one hand worked your nipples—pinching the sensitive buds between your thumb and index finger.

“t-truce? please, ‘wanna watch you cum, angel,” your boyfriend whined, sounding eerily like the man on screen as his orgasm grew closer.

“yeah… mpf! oh my god, jake, baby!” you swore, head spinning, dizzy with need.

so was jake’s. he tugged his cock—sore and throbbing—pre-cum slicking his hand.

“cum with me, please, please… ‘want to cum together, y/n.”

“mhm..! fuck, i’ll cum with you, baby. just—ah! hah… oh, shit!” your orgasm crashed over you like a wave, warmth blooming in your core as you rode it out.

you could feel spurts of jake’s cum paint your mound, globs of pearly white dripping down your cunt as your hips jerked—clear liquid shooting from your fluttering hole as you screamed like the woman in the video.

the sheets beneath you were soaked—ruined by the slobbery, slicked-up mess you and your boyfriend had made.

the video on the screen had faded to black, the next one auto-playing.

“fuck…” your thighs trembled. jake breathed deeply, trying to catch his breath, while the two of you chuckled at the mess you’d made.

when your heads turned to the screen again, a new video was playing. “we should try that next,” he grinned.

“think you’d last?” you cocked your head, smirking as you sat up on your elbows. “is that a challenge?”

“only if you’re not willing to admit you’d cum first.”

you rolled your eyes. “challenge accepted.”

he squinted, sitting up—already preparing for round two.

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[drytacomeat]

Yandere!Femboy who keeps “accidentally” sending you nudes.

It started with intentional soft porn basically: him making little videos or taking little pics showing off some new lingerie he bought. He just wanted your opinion of course! No ulterior motives.

Then he began exclusively sending close ups of the front of his panties, cock hard through them or close ups of his ass.

Still…you thought nothing of it. He loved you, but he hated how oblivious you could be so he reasoned that it would be best to get more…intense.

First, he sent you one particular picture in a pair of pink panties. He was standing up in front of the camera with his arms holding up his (your) fluffy pink hoodie that he hadn’t washed since he stole it from you. His slight abs were on show for you as was his tiny waist.

But that wasn’t the star of the show, no. If you would be just a little more observant, the tip of his leaky cock was sticking out of the hem of the underwear!

When you mentioned it to him, he was quick to defend and claimed he hadn’t even noticed! Silly him!

The next occurrence was a step much farther than the previous one because…why the fuck hadn’t you made a move on him yet?

You both had lecture that morning, but you noticed that your yandere had not come to class. He usually never missed a class, so you thought that was weird.

Just when you were about to text him and ask him about his absence, you noticed he had sent you a video!

You figured the poor thing was probably sending you a rant about how sick he was feeling or how his car broke down or something!

But no, when you clicked on the video, there he was laid upon his bed of pink and white covers. Sure, that wasn’t weird, but he was lying there completely bare accept for a pair of knee high socks.

Your eyes widened as you realized that he was pumping his oddly thick and long cock quickly. It was so pretty too, nice and pink right at the tip. He had put lots of lube on his cock so it was shining and shlicking as he pumped himself. Thank god you had your headphones in!

His moans were so sweet, and his whimpers were oh so needy.

He was staring directly into the camera as he began to speed up his movements, biting his bottom lip harshly. His tongue lolled out of his mouth as he began pumping himself faster. Drool dripped down his tongue, his stomach flexed and tightened, and he was pumping himself at the speed of light almost.

Next thing you know, you heard a particularly whiny and high pitched moan as he came all over himself. His face was scrunched so prettily and lewdly, white pearly droplets of cum falling all over his hand and stomach.

As he came down from his high, he began to smile cutely at the camera before dipping his finger down into the cum and sucking it off with a loud *pop!*

He fluttered his eyelashes prettily before he reached for the phone, ending the video.

You came back to yourself, mouth gaping and eyes blinking as your screen went dark. Nobody sat behind you or beside you expect for him, so you were able to take a second to just process what you were sent.

When you gained function of your brain again, you shot off a text:

“Did you mean to send this to me?”

The situation that really ticked you off though?

You were assigned a group project for your physics class. The group you had been assigned to happened to be some people who were mentors in an association you were planning to join.

You were so excited about getting an opportunity to converse with them, you had forgot that you and your yandere had planned on watching movies together that night.

He was so pissed off when you canceled on him last minute that he had to figure out a way to sabotage the entire meeting.

He snuck into the study room you all had booked for the evening and cut the wires on the projectors. Then, he stole all of the paperwork you had for the project and shredded it! Don’t worry, he made copies so you wouldn’t receive a complete zero! He know how important your studies where to you.

But, your project was practically done for and your colleagues thought you were incompetent and irresponsible.

Don’t you worry, though. Your sweet yandere had a nice, lovely surprise for you.

As you arrived back to your dorm, absolutely drained from the day, you unlocked your phone to check up on any unread messages.

Of course your yandere has bombarded you with messages. You open up you guys’ chat to be met with a bunch of random messages and other stuff. You sighed as you continued to stroll down until the very bottom.

Weird. It seems he sent you video the exact moment you got home. The video had a cover photo of two kittens with the caption “us” on it.

You smiled as you clicked on the video, but your face quickly dropped as the cover photo went away. After about a second, you were met with you yandere sat directly in front of the camera, sat on his knees on the floor. He was bare ass naked on the hardwood floor of his apartment and his ass sat taut faced away from the direction of the camera.

He had a clear dildo nestled between his cheeks. He looked towards the camera with a pout before positioning the dildo towards his hole and dropping down onto it immediately.

His eyes rolled to back of his head as he let out a lewd mewl.

You quickly gasped and shut your phone off.

What the fuck was his problem?

Sorry for any errors! I’m a bit of a lazy writer and hoping to answer some requests soon!

[thestrangedazebouquet]

i wonder what my favourite song is 🤔🤔💙

[satorurize]

♡ You recently moved into an upper-crust, upscale neighbourhood in Roppongi with your new found abundance, a copious amount of money really, thanks to your job's generosity. To add to the newfound luxuries you also had the bonus of a neighbour next door that was not only hot, but also a fucking dilf. The universe really working in your favour.

You were trying your best not to swoon upon the flex of his beefy arms as he so kindly helps you out with some of your stuff moving in. God. He has a humour too.

Next door hot Dilf!Satoru with his adopted gremlin teenager is a little odd and eccentric, but sweet nonetheless. The one who always greets you with a bright, radient smile with his pearly whites and you return him an unassuming smile.

Little did he know you were going inside your home to be all spread out in front of your clean cut set up, hiding that skimpy lingerie underneath your clothes, all prepared for the cam show.

He didn't know how you were doing to fuck yourself to the thought of him and on a dildo that you imagined to resemble his cock while the donations deluges your bank account abundantly. How you played and pinched with your specked and pretty studded nipples with one hand while the other one pathetically lunged the dildo in and out of your stupidly sloshed, drenched cunt. Your body feeling like it was ablaze, blood roaring in your veins. The image of your neighbour putting you in a headlock as he fucked you with vigour was all that clouded your thoughts and made you wetter than you ever were in front of the camera.

There was another side you didn't know to it.

How Dilf!Satoru was that one user on your OF that made the most magnanimous, almost too generous donations. Who was currently locked in his bedroom, stroking his big, weeping cock in slow pumps. His eyes unwaveringly focused on the screen of his ipad, sending in his ample share for the current live show with a content hum and blissed smile, seeing you so fucked out. In an awe.

His back was comfortably pushed into the mountain of pillows behind him, his toes curled slightly outward as he watched you pump that silicone dick into you faster, his fist immediately pumping his cock in tandem with your pace, almost feeling your pussy around him vicariously. Almost.

But that unfulfilling sensation of his fist paired with your soft moans that lilted an undeniable sensual tone as your thighs shook in a shattering orgasm with squirting was a harrowing punishment...

Dilf!Satoru nearly weeped that it wasn't him who made you do that, turning green with envy at goddamned plastic dick. His was mouth agape as he found hot, thick spurts of his cum spill onto his chiseled abdomen and stomach, not even noticing the burning scent that floated in his house. His mind only focused on how he could show up at your door and finally take you for himself.

But that bubble was quickly bursted with Megumi thudding his fist loudly against his closed door, the boy's voice coming out in a roar.

"Can you come out you fucking idiot, you burnt the pan!"

Fuck.

[lay-z]

Simon Riley, who works as a hitman/mercenary for hire whenever he's forced to go on leave by Captain Price.

It started as a joke—a throwaway comment that Kyle made before Johnny chipped in to push and dramatise the topic. By the end of the conversation, Simon was already trying to figure out how to sign up on one of those shady websites to offer his services.

He doesn't care about the dangers lurking on the dark web. In fact, he is one if not the danger on the whole dark and deep web.

And he's almost forgotten about it all until he gets a rather encrypted message from the odd website he’d signed up on to the mail address he'd created for that purpose alone.

That's how he gets in contact with you, his first customer—asking so desperately for help to put the frighteners on someone. No killing this time, just some good old intimidation. Bummer.

Soft and sweet and oh so very naïve. Did no one ever teach you about stranger danger? About not sharing any personal details with some bloody bloke who calls himself hitman on the deep web?

With each exchanged message, it becomes clearer to Simon that you’re in bitter need of guidance, structure and protection. So, he does agree to take care of your problem. It’s what he literally signed up for to kill (heh) his boredom and make himself feel useful.

A pesty ex-boyfriend, or colleague, or boss. Truth is, Simon has stopped paying too much attention once he got you on the phone—because you’d agreed on a phone call all too eagerly to get everything settled fast.

But fuck it, if your voice isn’t saccharine. Soothing to him like warm honey and milk as he palms his throbbing bulge through his sweats with one hand while snaking the other under his hoodie to tug on a nipple as he lays sprawled on his tattered couch one evening, cracked phone screen pressed to his ear as he merely grunts in understanding every few minutes while you basically bare your soul to him.

When Simon hears how you choke back tears over the line, he tugs his sweats down to free his flushed, weeping cock with a strained groan and he spits into his palm right as you hiccup softly into his ear, causing a pleasant shudder to run along his spine and another pearly bead of precum to dribble down his thick shaft.

A bad, bad man he is, taking advantage of you like this, but he can’t help himself. Oh, how he is going to take care of your little problem, alright.

Twee, twee kitten, you—have you been waiting for him all this time, hm? Tsk, he’s going to have to teach you a lesson once he’s done over that bloke for you. Make you understand that you cannot trust anyone else but him to take care of you proper.

Once you’ve hung up and while he’s wiping this massive load off his pudgy stomach, he’s already fantasising about planting the next one deep into your gorgeous cunt—since you haven’t talked about his preferred payment method yet anyway.

[likelysobbing]

Can i request the hidden baby/ wife trope for paige? Like ppl only find out bc they catch page somewhere in Dallas with her family

𖥻 ALL SHE COULD, ALL SHE CAN. paige bueckers x wife!reader

synopsis: paige does all she can so god can do all she can’t.

notes: REBLOGS APPRECIATED MORE THAN LIKES. comments appreciated more than LIKES. hey… hey y’all… i’m back… hi nonnie, i hope you don’t mind i turned your request into a 2.4k word fic! this details how you got engaged to paige -> how the marriage was -> how she got you pregnant in the first place and the overall privacy around those events -> how that privacy was broken! guys ima be rwal i complerely projected. like i read this fic and i see my future slightly

cw: commitment for my queens with the commitment issues, pregnancy, nothing else i suppose— i was lowkey just projecting my indescribable urge to have a baby and be a wife to my future woman, i heard paige say that she did all she could so god could do all she couldn’t and i just ran w it, wife!reader, WIFE!READER IS DEVOTED TO PAIGE, uconn AND dallas wings paige. these bitches inLOVE

Paige did all she could, so God could do all she couldn’t.

Paige, having been dating you long enough to the point she knew you were here to stay, did not want you to lose what she already did: the luxury of privacy. So, when she came to you with a ring (because she would not have you be ‘just a girlfriend’ when she wanted you pregnant with her baby), she did it quiet.

It wasn’t even outside. It was inside, with your leg draped over hers, and your forearm over your eyes as you tried to take an impromptu screen break because paige decided to scare you saying that your orbital would fracture from too much staring at your screen. she couldn’t believe you actually got scared, but she remembers being thankful for how gullible you were. it gave her the perfect opportunity.

She pulled the velvet box out of her sweatpants, called your name once, then twice, then three times—“come onnn,” she drawled, “i was literally joking.”

“I’m still horrified.” you murmured, before slowly removing your arm, blinking a few times to readjust to the bright light. then, you sat up.

And Paige was there, with that velvet box wide open, and a ring with a rock so big you thought you saw god. most importantly, was that there was a huge smile on her face—pearly whites all on display, as if you didn’t jump out the couch you were both on, gasping so audibly your voice cracked.

Paige proposed to you in the middle of her apartment back at uconn, in the middle of a random tuesday that somehow became your favorite date—in sweatpants and a uconn sweater. you were both barefaced, there was no photographer, there was no other witness, there was no other person— there was only you two.

That was the most intimate thing about it.

The privacy of the engagement wasn’t planned in the way that Paige wanted this one moment to be private— no, she wanted everything under wraps. for all the right reasons, too.

To the world, she was Paige Bueckers— all rounder, all rounded, all around beloved superstar athlete—and to you, she was paige. Paigey, sometimes. Madison when she was being a little bitch, because you knew she always got a bit icked out due to how little that name was used. She was just P, and she was just yours.

She wanted to keep the her that you had away from the hands that already took every other piece she had of herself.

The last piece was her heart, bruised and beaten yet still beating, and still warm—because for aslong as you held it, as long as you kept it, it was safe.

The wedding was a private affair. Young as you two were, she couldn’t have anyone speaking out and questioning her decision to marry you, when your presence in her life was not something she, herself, questioned at all. she remembers it like it was yesterday—it was before the sun set; not too long before it to miss the opportunity for a great shot, but also not too soon — also for the sake of not missing a great shot. Paige remembers; it was one of the days in her life that went according to plan—and even better—went perfectly. you two kissed, and the sun set, and the sky was a mix of oranges, slight yellows and pinks and azzi pulled the officiant by her wrist to make sure she didn’t photobomb the moment the photographer snapped that perfect shot. it was perfect.

that day was perfect.

You were perfect. You are perfect, still, to paige. You will be perfect forever.

Paige did all she could, so God could do all she couldn’t.

She said that to herself when she paid for you to undergo IVF treatment. She said that to herself when she started taking hormone injections, commiting to the ovarian stimulation for fourteen days so that she’d be able to have them transferred and combined with a sperm donor’s— so that once all that lab work was done, the embryo would be transferred into your uterus. Paige did all she could so God could do all she couldn’t.

She did all she could during the nine months of your pregnancy; she didn’t ‘deal’ with you, she cherished you. She cherished every little act of servitude she could bring you so as to ease the struggles of your pregnancy, even by a little bit, and when you cried—she soothed. She did all she could so God could do all she couldn’t.

She did all she could to make sure no one was sure of you. Your existence, technically. She hid you as best as she could because if the media found out she was engaged, in the process of getting her girl PREGNANT, and wanted to stay quiet about it? Fuck no, hello? She’d be finished—news outlets wouldn’t leave her alone at all; people would bash her for hiding so much from them (as if they had any right to know), and the most teeth-gritting truth? They’d ask about you. You and your—her— child. They wouldn’t even ask, they’d take.

Whenever Paige thinks of such dire consequences, she thinks of one tiktok sound—‘I would rather shit in my hands. and clap.’

Paige did all she could, so God could do all she couldn’t.

The days you were in labor scared her shitless, and with away games on her schedule at the same time you were set to be due, and an endorsement she had yet to film— she had to, regretfully, put you on a balance scale.

Or, she thought she had to.

Then you delivered the baby early. Paige was scared shitless, eyes wide and bulging out everytime you squeezed her hand—everytime you screamed, her ears rung, and despite how overwhelming it was she knew whatever she felt didn’t amount to the way you felt that entire pregnancy. so, inbetween your cries of pain and the bone-breaking squeezes of your hand, she thought to herself: My wife is giving me new life. My wife is giving me new life. My wife is giving me new life. My wife is giving me new life.

Paige had received many honors and accolades through her years, and yet the greatest achievement she’s ever had was to be worthy enough to keep you—

And when she held your child in her hands, and the child had her eyes and what she believed to be your smile—she thought, reverently,

‘My wife gave me new life’.

New life.

A child.

You have children now.

Children should be cherished. Loved. Protected.

Children should be protected, even if it takes hiding them from the world, loving them so quietly only they can hear it, because they are all that matter.

You knew who you married.

Before anything else, you knew paige would prioritize your privacy. you trusted her with this type of thing— coming from where you came from, doing what you did, the sense of normalcy that you still held—you understood how despite how mundane it was to you, to Paige it was something you couldn’t lose.

So, you dealt with all her security measures. the separate cars, exiting and entering the same place at different times, picking things up separately, doing things separate in general—you dealt with it all, because you knew you would never truly be separated. Not while you had such a hold on her heart, and not while you held her baby.

Moving to dallas was a tough decision as is, with the risk of fans seeing you together and the thought that they’d see you as an obstacle— because you knew. You knew how many women would lay their life down for a chance to date your wife—and if they were willing to lay down their own lives? Lord knows what they’d do with yours.

It happened in a Target parking lot. Paige was loading your groceries into the trunk, and you were doing your damndest to be as fast as possible trying to get your squirmy child into their carseat. This wasn’t a common thing— usually you’d be in the far corner of the parking lot, away from prying eyes because no one wanted to park that far—but today wasn’t your day. Too many people had decided that on this particular day they would go grocery shopping, and the moment you and paige saw an open parking spot you immediately went for it. The problem was that you had to get in and out as fast as possible.

Your baby’s seatbelt buckled the same time Paige closed the trunk…

And the same time Paige closed the trunk was the same time someone snapped a photo with a flash on.

“…What the fuck?” Paige cursed, as you froze dead in your tracks. It was so quick. Too quick. The person turned before you saw them despite your efforts to whip your head every possibly direction— all you saw was a whole lot of nothing, and also the end of your private life. Paige, on the other hand? Saw failure.

She was about to walk away from the car, about to hunt down whoever did it, but it was you who stopped her. You, and the extra pressure from your ring finger. You, her wife. “Paige,” you whispered, quietly, voice shaken but strong: “Paige, just get in the car.”

Paige did all she could, so God could do all she couldn’t.

They took a photo of you and the baby. Of her loading the groceries into the trunk with the ring gleaming proudly on her ring finger.

And God, it seems, did not interfere.

You raced home with the baby masked up and your face covered by a sun visor. Paige gripped the steering wheel so tight her knuckles were about to split open had you not placed your palm ontop of them. “This is bad.” Paige whispered, breaking the uncomfortable silence between the two of you. It was a red light, but she almost ran it— thats usually what can happen when your entire life is at risk. “My God, this is so, so bad—“ she continued, choking on her own spit.

“What do you suppose we do about it? It’s already been done. We don’t know if it’ll get leaked, honey. Some people have morals.” You tried to reason knowing it was to no avail, because all you aimed for was to lighten the load Paige had (which was already so heavy. too heavy, even). “They might’ve taken the picture to—“

“To what?” Paige interrupted through grit teeth, her tone still gentle in contrast to the rage you could tell was simmering off of her. Before anything else, you were her wife. She would not be caught dead raising her voice at you unless it was to call you over, because you were too far away. “To what?” She repeated, “There’s no other reason why. They’re going to — they’re going to leak it. Our baby, and you, and I— they’re going to leak us—you wouldn’t go a day without someone trying to ambush you, baby,” her tone was heated, her eyes wild, so wide they shook and for a moment you saw them flicker with what you mistook for a last shred of hope.

You tried to speak. You couldn’t.

“You and the baby need to move back to Connecticut.”

Your ears began ringing. Your heart’s sinking to your stomach, beating so fast you were sure you’d explode if you didn’t—

“…What?” You muttered, frozen.

… If you didn’t speak. Alas, that one word was all you could muster.

“You and the baby need to move back to Connecticut. I can’t risk anything, baby. i’m not risking you. I’ll visit every weekend, I’ll send you money, I’ll facetime—“

No.

No, no, no, that’s not how it goes, that’s not what you want.

It doesn’t matter what you might ‘need’, it doesn’t matter—

“Absolutely fucking not.”

You speak before you think. Your voice is so firm, so resolute, that Paige pauses.

Green light. The cars start moving, and you start speaking. Paige’s eyes are on the road now. Her mind is still on you.

“Paige.” you begin, “Paige, you gave me your last name. You gave me a ring. You gave me a house, a home, you give me extra space in the bed, you give me two extra house keys just incase I lose my main one— Paige, you gave me a baby.” You snap, but there is no yelling. There’s only you choking on your tears and the last shred of peace that is your baby sleeping behind the two of you in the backseat.

Car drives always were peaceful to your little miracle.

It’s a redlight, now. Paige doesn’t look at you. She looks straight ahead. Her forearms are resting on top of the wheel and she is staring straight ahead, and you both know shes not watching the road.

“Goddamn it, Paige,” You mutter. “You gave me your heart. I’m not letting go of something so precious.”

Your hand is on top of hers. Your rings press against eachother and you swear you see her shiver. You continue.

“I am your wife, Paige. I am not— I am never, going to leave you.”

Paige finally looks at you, and there are tears running down her face.

“Are you sure?” She asks, voice cracking.

“Yes.” You answer, and there is no hesitation.

Her hands are on your cheeks, her lips are on yours, and your foreheads press together— and the traffic light is green.

and honks be damned, Paige doesn’t go immediately.

A week later, the photo is leaked. Fortunately, you don’t get the outcome you expected.

The poster is bashed for their audacity to interfere with a celebrity’s private life, and you both watch in a sort of cruel delight as they get what they are due: a dent in their digital footprint, and a frighteningly concerning amount of cyberbullies.

Nothing of your identity is leaked. Paige is able to resume her rookie year smoothly, with the same incompetent coach unfortunately. You continue your duties as per usual, and the baby— still so little—sleeps to both of your voices—Paige’s, sometimes through a phone call, but she’s always there.

People speak, but never ask.

Paige is content with this. She thanks her fans for their respect, although it’s meant to be expected, and she promises—as she always does— to do all she can, so that God can do what she can’t.

@likelysobbing.

[mdsbabygirl]

Cam girl!reader x bllk men

Synopsis: when the desperate and horny bllk men fall for the pretty cam girl

Featuring: Isagi Yoichi/Bachira Meguru/Chigiri Hyoma/ Yukimiya Kenyu/Alexis Ness/Michael Kaiser

Cw: SMUT MDNI, masturbation , porn addiction, jealousy, obsessiveness, egoistical men, horny men lol, reader is an adult entertainment worker, idk what else to add

ISAGI YOICHI:

Isagi isn't the type to fall for appearances. He'd usually value morals over looks, after all he's a gentleman that falls for a woman's inner beauty rather than how well she can ride cock; he thinks. He never imagined himself lowering at such a low, filthy level. Alas, the hormones got the better of him, so here he was stroking his cock in languid strokes, as he was watching your live. You were almost naked, if it hadn't been for those two tiny lace pieces covering your most sensitive spots, that you dared to call lingerie. You were so hot, hypnotizing your viewers with your body, voice and moves just like a siren, and Yoichi was yet another one of your victims.

In his dimly lit room, the air was thick with anticipation, he sat on the edge of his bed, his breath already coming in ragged gasps. His hand moved up and down his hard length as he jerked himself off, his browns furrowed in pure ecstasy as he was concentrated on the moans that escaped from the speakers. "Mmm, yeah... just like that..."

Isagi could have never imagined the extent of his lust for you, everyday logging into his account to see any updates on your upcoming live streams. He was addicted to you, he got high off the way you touched yourself, the way you rolled your hips while riding your dildo or the way you made ass bounce. He was utterly consumed by his cam girl's allure, drowning in an ocean of his own unquenchable desire. He felt rather possessive of you, referring to you as his girl, he'd mutter countless curses under his breath, imagining how much better he could make you feel. "That stupid toy doesn't know what it's doing." He'd say, leaning back in his chair, stroking himself faster as he watches you slide the pink dildo in and out of your wet pussy. Continuing to pump his cock, he watched intensely as you increased pace, your moans growing louder. "Damn, she needs a real man," he growls, his ego inflating alongside his dick. "I could ruin her pussy so much better than that dildo ever could." He'd groan as his cock twitches, spurting hot ropes of pearly cum on his abs, as he'd imagine how your pretty count would squeeze the hell out of him.

Bachira Meguru:

Bachira's routine changed significantly after his new discovery. Late night training sessions turned into him sitting in his dimly-lit apartment, eyes locked onto the laptop screen, transfixed on the cam girl dancing seductively on camera - his new obsession. His hand moved roughly over his cock as he watched her. "Fuck, look at those tits..." He was truly infatuated with the way you looked, particularly your boobs, he liked the way your nipples perked up in contact with the cold air, or when you pinched them with your fingers, enjoying the little mewled erupting from your delicious-looking lips.

Meguru's obsession deepens with each passing night. He convinces himself that you, with your seductive figure and sultry moves, were destined solely for him. Logging into your streams became his most sacred ritual, his heart racing when your flirtatious smile graced the screen. He'd call you "my angel," "my princess" while masturbating to your body. "None of those other viewers know how to appreciate her like I do... I'm the only one who truly understands her beauty." He'd coo, as he'd watch you rub your clit at a fast pace, rubbing his dick in erratic motions as his hips jerked upward, thick spurts of cum staining the PC's screen. He wished it was your face instead of that damn screen tho.

Chigiri Hyoma:

His fateful discovery happened one late night, when he was scrolling aimlessly on the internet, searching for something entertaining, he stumbled across a pretty cam girl's profile, your profile. Your captivating smile and heavenly body had immediately caught his eye. He was drawn to you like a moth to a flame. Chigiri was into you a little more than he liked to admit. Sleepless nights he passed jerking off to your sexy dances streams, dilated pupils focused on every single move, every sway of your hips, every squeeze of your tits, every bite on your red lips, EVERYTHING .

Hyoma would click on your live stream, his eyes widening as you danced seductively in front of the camera. He felt his pants grow tight, his length hardening. "God, she's so hot..." He whimpered softly, unbuttoning his jeans to free his aching erection. His fist pumped wildly up and down his shaft, each stroke accompanied by a desperate whimper. "Ah, fuck... just like that, baby..." He gasped, imagining you riding him hard. His hips bucked erratically, seeking out a pleasure he knew only you could provide. He watched you, with half lidded eyes, his breath heavy as his fist never stopped moving. With a choked cry, Hyoma's release hit him hard. He came all over his hand and stomach, moaning out filthy praises. "Fuck, you're so perfect... I'd fill you up with my cum every day if you were here with me..." He cried out

Yukimiya kenyu:

Kenyu's eyes were glued to the screen, his breathing ragged as he stared at your ondulating figure. His heart ached with an unfamiliar longing, his thoughts spinning with the sinfulness of his obsession. "This is so wrong..." He whispered to himself, feeling ashamed by his actions. Much like Isagi, Yukimiya wasn't one to fall for such sinful temptations, his strong belief in god had made him immune to the greed and lust most people tended to fall for, he thought. Nonetheless, he was still human, having his own needs and desires. When he found your account he didn't think he would get so infatuated with you. Your body radiating pure sex appeal didn't really help his newfound kin to you, actually it turned it into a full on obsession.

Everyday, he'd sit at his desk watching you as his hand moved desperately up and down his length, each touch sending bolts of pleasure through his body. " She's so beautiful..." His voice cracked in need. He knew this was wrong, downright sinful, yet despite this inner turmoil he couldn't tear his eyes off of you. Kenyu's face was scrunched up in a mix of pleasure and guilt as he jerked himself off. His hand flew over his length, his breathing ragged and uneven. "I'm going to hell for this..." he'd moaned, his eyes fixated on your bouncing curves. Suddenly, wave after wave of agonizing bliss crashed over Kenyu. His cock throbbed intensely as he came hard, pearly essence spurting onto his abdomen. "Ahhh, fuck... I'm cumming. God forgive me..." He'd whine, throwing his head back as he'd imagine how he'd make love to you.

Alexis Ness :

Ness had stumbled upon your account by accident, a random click leading him to a world he never knew he needed. Your username, "SweetSiren," was etched into his mind, and your profile picture—a sultry pout and a glimpse of cleavage—had drawn him in like a magnet. He never imagined himself obsessing over someone else who wasn't kaiser, yet here he was palming his hard-on from his pants as he was looking at some of your pics.

Your streams were always packed with viewers, but Alexis felt like you were performing just for him. The way you arched your back, the way you bit your lip ever do seductively, the way you spread your legs so invitingly... It was all for him. Or so he liked to believe. "Fuck, look at that pretty pussy..." He'd groan, finally freeing his aching erection from the restriction of his pants that had become a little too tight for him. His hand moved frantically over his hard length, imagining it was your touch instead. He moaned out loud, his voice laced with desire and need. "I'd treat you like a queen... give you everything you desire... but who else gets to see this beautiful face?" He moaned loudly, head thrown back. When he looked up to see more of your sexy features, he was met with other viewers' tips and comments, which made his jealousy flare up "Stupid perverts... She's mine! Only I get to see her like this..." He growled, his pace increasing as he jerked himself off violently. "When I finally meet you, I'll lock you away...nghh..ill make you mine Angel.." he'd whimper, hips jerking upward to meet his movements. "I'd make you scream my name every night, baby. Only I get to fuck that tight pussy..." Ness's fantasies ran wild as he stroked himself harder, his grip tightening around his shaft, making him cum violently, as thick ropes of creamy semen hit his toned abdomen, making his duck twitch in pleasure. He'd make you his one way or another, he just has to find a way to do so.

Michael Kaiser:

Michael Kaiser was a man of precision and strategy, both on and off the field. But when it came to his obsession with the cam girl, aka you, all logic flew out the window. He spent hours observing your streams, picking apart your every move, every facial expression. He wanted —needed— to know what things you liked and what not, he desperately sought the things that made your eyes roll back to the back of your skull, the things that made your toes curl and scream in pleasure.. he needed to know every little detail about you, his little slutty princess.

He'd tip you hundreds of dollars at a time, just to see you smile or hear you say his name. He'd request you to wear certain outfits, to say specific phrases, to play with particular toys... All to feed his insatiable obsession.

He'd sit in his dark room, the glow of his laptop casting eerie shadows on his face. His hand moved swiftly over his length as he watched you dance on his screen. "Say it..." He whispered, his voice hoarse as he stroked himself harder. You on the other line, just received another hundred dollars, which made you squeal in excitement, and at the same time bite your lips at your mysterious donor's request. You breathed in slowly, approaching the camera as you looked directly into it, "uhh.. Kaiser I want your cock so bad! Want it so deep inside me..." You moaned and mewled, all the while keeping your siren like allure, hypnotizing each and every one of your viewers, Kaiser included. His breath hitched as you teased you nipples, rolling them between your fingers. "Fuck... just like that," he moaned, his grip tightening around his cock. He imagined it was your hand, your mouth, your pussy wrapped around him instead of his own fist. With a stifled groan, Michael felt his orgasm building fast. His muscles tense, veins throbbing as he stroked feverishly, matching the rhythm of your seductive dance on screen. "Fuck... coming..." Several streams of hot cum shot out onto his stomach. "Jesus... baby..." He grilled, half lidded eyes glued to his screen as he watched you smile content as another very generous donation was made to you, "thank you so much Kaiser, you're such a generous Daddy!" You cooed, looking up at the camera with dolly eyes, all while he'd chuckle, ready for another round of masturbation.

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[vanteguccir]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSURPRISE PARTY TOUR: LA'S, THE PUPPY CITY * MATT STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　Where at the Los Angeles show of the Surprise Party Tour, Chris not only surprises Matt with the presence of Y/N but also with a new small addition to the family.

FEATURING　Matt Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　yes.

WARNINGS　::　Matt being a dog parent 🥺🙏🏻.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

The bell over the door gave a soft jingle as Chris pushed it open, the metal frame rattling lightly against the glass. A breath of lemon-scented air wrapped around them immediately. It felt clean, a little sweet, with a subtle, milky smell that could only ever mean one thing: puppies.

Chris stopped just inside the door, his hand tightening around his phone, already recording. His screen caught Y/N stepping in first, the sleeves of her soft beige hoodie crumpled inside her tight fingers like she always did when she was nervous or excited - honestly, with her, it was usually both at once.

"Alright." Chris said quietly behind the camera, his voice almost swallowed up by the soft hum of the lobby. "We’re really doing this, huh?"

Y/N shot a small, crooked smile over her shoulder before turning back to their front. She looked around the lobby slowly, taking it all in, the neatly organized shelves of treats and toys, the bulletin board cluttered with colorful flyers and Polaroids, the little potted plants trying their best to survive on the windowsill.

It felt so alive here. Safe. Somewhere you could exhale without even realizing you'd been holding your breath.

Behind the front counter, a woman glanced up from a stack of paperwork, pushing her glasses higher on her nose. She was older, maybe in her fifties, with gray-streaked hair pulled into a messy braid and kind, smile-lined eyes. She set her pen down and stood, smoothing her hands down the front of her jeans.

"Hi there." Y/N said, stepping closer to the counter. Her voice was soft, full with that warm kind of politeness she always carried. "Are you Veronica?"

The woman’s whole face brightened. She rounded the counter with an easy, open smile that made Y/N open her own wide and pearly one.

"That’s me." She said warmly. "And you must be Y/N. You called about the puppies, right?"

Y/N nodded, the tension in her shoulders loosening visibly.

"Yes. And this is Chris." She added, glancing back at him. "He’s Matt’s brother. The one we’re surprising."

Chris gave a half-wave, the corners of his mouth tugging up into a grin. Veronica’s smile widened like she could feel the expectations echoing around them.

"Well, you picked a perfect day." She said, motioning them forward. "Come on back. We’ve got a lot of little ones eager to meet you."

She unlatched a small swinging door next to the counter, and Y/N slipped through first, Chris following close behind, lifting his phone to catch every second.

The hallway was narrow, lined with colorful paintings of dogs and cats, and the faint sound of barking echoed down the corridor. Veronica led the way with easy steps that told them about the years spent in places like this.

"We’ve got a few litters in right now." She said as they walked, her voice low and steady. "Some purebreds, mostly mixes. All around two to four months old. A couple of rescues, some surrenders. They’re all looking for someone to love them."

Y/N listened with her whole body. You could almost see every word soaking in through her skin. She glanced at the little nameplates on the walls, the photos of dogs with their 'gotcha day' dates scribbled underneath in bright marker.

Chris tilted the camera to catch them both.

"She’s about to cry, and we haven’t even seen them yet." He whispered with a soft laugh that he didn’t bother hiding.

Y/N elbowed him gently, her cheeks warming, but she didn’t deny it.

Veronica slowed as they reached a thick, heavy door at the end of the hall. She rested her hand on the handle, looking back at them with a small, knowing smile.

"Just a heads up." She started. "It’s... a lot. But in the best way."

Y/N nodded, practically vibrating with so much joy that made Chris’s throat feel a little tight.

Veronica pushed open the door, and the sound hit them like a wave.

Not too loud.

Not overwhelming.

Just tiny barks. High-pitched yips. The soft whimpering of baby dogs desperate for attention.

The room was huge, warm, and alive.

Colorful pens lined the walls and clustered in the middle, each one a little world of its own. Puppies tumbled over each other, tails wagging furiously, tiny paws slipping on the polished floor. Some barked for attention, others yawned and dozed, some sat solemnly watching as if judging whether the visitors were worthy.

Y/N froze in the doorway, her hand flying to her mouth.

"Oh my." She whispered, her voice cracking slightly.

Chris lowered the camera just a little, blue eyes widening, trying to absorb everything he was seeing.

"I’m not ready." She said in a half-laugh, half-sob kind of way, looking at the camera before traveling up to Chris's eyes.

Chris grinned, shrugging.

"You've been talking about this to me for months." He playfully rolled his eyes. "Yeah, you are ready."

They moved slowly into the room.

Puppies cried out from every direction, tiny paws scratching at the metal gates, little noses pressing eagerly against the bars.

Everywhere they looked had floppy ears, wagging tails, big hopeful eyes.

Y/N dropped to her knees by the first pen, offering her fingers through the bars. A tiny golden retriever mix immediately pounced, licking her hand with wild, uncoordinated enthusiasm.

"Hi, baby." Y/N cooed, her voice trembling a little

Chris crouched beside her, filming the way the puppy nipped at her hoodie strings and the way her laugh broke through, high and light and a little watery.

Veronica walked them slowly through the room, pausing now and then to tell them each puppy’s name, their little backstories.

"This is Millie. She’s a husky mix. Lots of energy, super smart... And that’s Bruno, he’s shy at first but a total cuddlebug once he knows you..."

Y/N knelt by every pen, meeting every puppy like they were the only one in the room. She spoke to them softly, let them sniff her hands, and gave every single one a piece of her heart.

Chris kept filming, but there was a lump in his throat now, heavy and thick. He could already see it happening. The way Matt’s posture would break when he saw.

The way this tiny new life would change their whole lives.

They were almost at the end of the room when a small sound caught Y/N’s attention, a soft, hoarse little bark, almost like a question.

She turned instinctively, eyes scanning, and there he was.

Tucked into a small pen near the back, almost hidden away, was a tiny pug, barely bigger than a loaf of bread, with oversized paws and huge, round eyes.

He blinked up at her, wobbled toward the gate on unsteady legs, and let out another bark, louder this time, more certain.

Y/N’s whole body went still.

"Oh." She whispered, her hand flying to her chest.

But it wasn’t the overwhelmed kind of 'oh' from before. It was different now.

She moved without thinking, sinking to the floor in front of his pen. The little pug pressed his smooshy face against the bars, pawing at the air desperately until Y/N slid her hand inside.

The moment her fingers brushed his fur, he let out a happy, high-pitched whimper and collapsed into her hand like he’d been waiting for her all along.

Chris lowered the phone slightly, laughing almost breathlessly.

"Oh my God, it's Matt's stuffed pug."

"This is him." Y/N said, her voice breaking on a whisper, ignoring his reference to Mr. Wrinkleton. "Chris, it’s him."

Chris crouched down beside her, his lips forming a smile. He looked at the tiny pug clambering over himself to get closer to her, his little tail wagging so hard it made his whole body wobble.

Yeah.

This was it.

Veronica knelt beside them, her smile gentle.

"He’s three months old." She said softly. "Had a rough start, but he’s healthy now. He’s gonna be somebody’s whole world."

"Our. Our own world." Silent tears slipped down Y/N´s cheeks as she cradled the tiny pug’s squirming body against her chest.

Chris lifted his phone again, filming as Y/N pressed a kiss to the pug’s soft paw.

"Welcome to the family, little dude." He whispered.

Y/N looked up at him, her arms wrapped protectively around the tiny bundle of fur, her whole face shining with something so pure it almost hurt to look at.

"Matt’s gonna lose his mind." He said, laughing at her reaction.

Y/N laughed, too, blinking hard.

"Yeah." She said. "In the best way."

The little pug yawned, his tiny body going limp against Y/N’s hoodie, safe and small and finally, finally home.

The big screen glitched.

Just for a split second, barely even a breath, but it was enough to make every single person in the theater sit up a little straighter.

The giant screen flickered, snapping out of its still state before huge white letters, sprawled loud and proud across it.

'SURPRISE'

The noise was instant.

It rose so fast it felt like the theater itself trembled with the force of it, a full-body, head-to-toe rush of screams and gasps and insane, joyful chaos.

And then the countdown appeared.

Big, chunky numbers.

5... 4... 3... 2... 1...

The entire theater vibrated.

And then there he was.

Chris.

Right there, filling up the screen, standing in front of a camera, looking dead into it while adjusting the knot of his tie with both hands.

Screams echoed louder than before, paired with bodies jumping out of seats like they had been electrocuted.

Chris just smiled his cheeky half-smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes and made everything else blur a little.

He stood up from the orange couch on the right side of the stage, the one where he’d been sitting shoulder to shoulder with Matt, grabbing the mic that had been resting between them.

The noise, if it was even possible, got louder.

Chris shot a quick look at the crowd, like seriously?, lifting his brows and laughing under his breath, but you could see the way his whole face lit up.

He loved it.

Still laughing, he shoved his free hand into the pocket of his hoodie and walked across the stage, his black Converse scuffing softly against the dark wood.

He turned toward one of the big wooden shelves that were part of the stage set and paused, throwing a quick glance back at the crowd, lifting the mic to his mouth

"Okay." Chris started, his voice crackling a little through the speakers because people wouldn’t stop cheering. He laughed again, boyish and bright. "For this surprise..." He paused, letting it hang in the air just long enough to make people collectively calm down. "I need you guys to chill, okay?"

The crowd didn’t exactly obey - because honestly, how could they? - but the volume did dip, a little.

Chris rolled his eyes dramatically, turning away from them and toward the wooden cabinet door in front of him.

He wiggled his fingers at it like he was about to do a magic trick, smiling so hard you could practically feel it.

Meanwhile, Matt and Nick were already on the left couch, explaining the dynamics of the live broadcast channel and the hint Chris was going to show to the public.

"Alright." Chris huffed out, laughing through his nose like he couldn't believe he - and Y/N - were really about to do this.

Well, they already did it anyway.

His fingers wrapped around the cool metal handle of the cabinet door and pulled it open.

The tiny little squeak the hinges made was almost swallowed by the mutters of excitement echoing across the theater. He reached inside, his arm disappearing into the dark cabinet before pulling his hand back out slowly.

When he turned around, he had something small and squishy clutched in his hand.

The cabinet clicked shut behind him as he made his way back toward the couches, stopping in front of his brothers, holding the thing up.

For a second, Matt squinted at it, confused.

And then his face changed.

"Wait-" Matt leaned forward, hands shooting out to grab it. "Dude! Mr. Wrinkleton?!"

The theater straight-up erupted.

A loud, messy mix of laughter and cheers filled the air.

Matt cradled the stuffed pug against his chest like it was a living, breathing thing. His brows furrowed, all dramatic.

"How- how did you even-" He started, mouth hanging open a little. He shook Mr. Wrinkleton gently, like that was gonna shake an answer out of the poor plushie. "I swear I left him at home! I didn’t pack him!"

Chris just shrugged, doing that thing where he tried way too hard not to laugh, but his whole face was twitching.

Nick was already cracking up on the couch beside Matt, throwing his head back like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

"Chris, did you sneak into your bag?!" He asked into his mic.

Chris just threw his hands up all innocent-like, backing up a little.

"Well, obviously." He said, grin stretching wider.

Nick leaned forward, still laughing, grabbing his own mic tighter.

"Okay, wait, wait. So what, you went to those stuffed animals stores and bought a whole lot of it?" He asked, frowning at the pug.

"Yeah, like..." Matt shook Mr. Wrinkleton in the air again, pointing at him. "Build your bear or something."

Chris gave them both a deadpan look, crossing his arms over his cotton jacket.

"Wrong. Both wrong." He said, voice dripping with fake disappointment. "And Y/N would kill me if I bought more stuffed animals."

The audience cackled.

Without warning, Chris stepped forward and snatched Mr. Wrinkleton right back out of Matt's hands, ignoring his loud "Hey, he's mine!" protest.

"Sorry, bud. He's part of the surprise." Chris said, tossing a wink at the crowd.

He walked away before either of them could argue, crossing the stage to the opposite couch, lowering himself onto the cushion, sitting Mr. Wrinkleton against his chest.

And even though he was trying his hardest to act normal, to play it cool, he definitely didn't look over to where Y/N was sitting offstage.

Not even a glance.

Okay, he peeked once. Real quick. But it didn’t count.

He pulled his gaze back to the audience, clearing his throat into the mic.

"Okay." He said, leaning forward a little. "I need you guys to really, and I mean really pay attention to this surprise, okay? No screaming. Just... watch."

The theater actually settled. Not all the way, but the noise dropped down to a quiet murmur. A few people were still whispering excitedly, phones clutched so tight in their hands that it looked like they might actually snap in half.

Chris turned back toward the giant screen, rubbing his palms over his knees once before looking up.

"Well." He said into the mic, voice a little softer now. "Let's see what I did."

The video started.

It didn’t come with any fanfare or intro, which already made it so different from the slow builds Matt and Nick did for theirs.

The first thing they all saw was the little bell above the door, giving a tiny jingle as Chris pushed it open. The metal frame rattled against the glass, a little shaky from his hand being just barely too excited.

Chris must've turned his phone a little, revealing Y/N stepping into frame.

And you could literally hear the collective reaction in the room. A few people gasped softly, immediately putting their hands to their mouths, excited whispers of Y/N's name carrying around the theater.

Matt’s whole body jerked upright, eyes going round as coins, traveling from the screen to Chris and back again.

"Y/N? What-"

She was tugging the sleeves of her hoodie over her hands, all tucked in and shy, just like she always did when she was either excited out of her mind or on the verge of jumping out of her skin.

Behind the camera, you could hear Chris’s voice, low and soft, kind of laughing under his breath like he couldn’t believe they were actually doing whatever they were doing.

"Alright." He said, his tone so full of his excitement it filled up the whole living room and made Matt and Nick instinctively smile. "We’re really doing this, huh?"

Y/N shot a crooked little smile over her shoulder at him and then turned back toward the front of the store.

Video-Chris moved his phone in a way that the camera registered the shelves lined neatly with treats and toys, the bulletin board overloaded with colorful flyers and Polaroids of grinning pets, the half-dead potted plants on the windowsill.

Back on the couch, Matt’s mouth fell open a little, slow realization crossing his face, his occupied hand moving his mic close to his lips.

"Chris... is this a-?" Then blinked hard and answered himself in a sudden, hushed rush. "That's a dog place. Dude, it's a dog place."

Nick, looking equally bewildered but not yet putting two and two together, yelled back.

"What's happening?!"

On the screen, behind the front counter, an older woman lifted her head from a stack of paperwork. She pushed her glasses up her nose, eyes warm and crinkling at the corners. Her gray-streaked braid swung over her shoulder as she stood.

"Hi there." Y/N said, stepping closer to the counter.

Her voice was soft, careful but open, the way she used to talk when she's trying really hard to get it right because it matters.

Chris’s phone camera caught the way her fingers twisted the fabric of her hoodie, nerves leaking out even though her smile stayed steady.

"Are you Veronica?" She asked.

The woman’s face lit up instantly, like Y/N had flipped a switch.

Veronica rounded the counter with this easy energy that made you want to trust her instantly.

"That’s me." She said warmly, a little laugh in her voice. "And you must be Y/N. You called about the puppies, right?"

Puppies.

The word dropped into the room like a tiny, adorable bomb.

A whole new ripple of gasps and low "oh my god's" ran through the audience. Matt slapped a hand over his own mouth so fast it made a little smacking noise, his eyes widening more - if that was even possible.

Nick just shook his head slowly, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, jaw dropped low.

Back on the right couch, Chris could feel everyone's eyes on him, the glances bouncing between him and the screen like they were all trying to process the serotonin overload.

Nick was the first to react.

"Wait-" He half-shouted into his mic. "You both spent a day with puppies or-?"

Matt was still staring at the screen, eyebrows drawn so hard together that they were practically touching.

Chris just leaned back a little, smirking at them all.

"I told you to pay attention." He said lightly, voice all mischievous.

The video continued playing, but no one really moved.

Backstage was dark. There was a warm golden light cast over everything from the stage beyond the thick curtains, but none of it quite touched where Y/N stood.

She was tucked into the far-left side of the stage, just behind where Matt and Nick were seated, hidden.

Perfectly hidden.

The kind of hidden where her heart could race freely and her hands could clutch the hem of her hoodie without anyone seeing her do it - the fabric was soft beneath her fingers, already wrinkled from how much she’d been fidgeting.

She stared at the stage, catching a glimpse of the big screen showing the video that had just started to roll, the one that had captured her and Chris walking into the puppy shelter weeks ago.

But her eyes weren’t on herself, though.

They were locked - utterly glued - to Matt on the flat screen across the stage.

His mouth was parted slightly in that unguarded way he had when he was surprised or deeply focused. His eyes were wide. Shiny. And every couple of seconds, he’d glance away from the screen, flicking his gaze through the crowd like maybe, maybe, he would find her in between their fans.

It was like he could feel her there.

But it wasn't possible, right? She was back home, waiting for them.

For him.

Y/N’s heart swelled, aching in the best, most ridiculous way. Her cheeks were already warm, and she hadn’t even stepped out yet.

On the screen, Chris's voice played softly through the speakers.

"Alright. We’re really doing this, huh?"

Y/N saw Matt’s brow pull in just slightly. And then his lips tugged up.

She was just barely biting her bottom lip when a soft touch on her shoulder made her jump.

She spun around, heart flying into her throat, but it was just Paula with her extravagant clothes, her headset half on, and her big knowing smile. But it wasn’t her smile that Y/N noticed.

It was him.

A squirming, snuffling, snorting little ball of cinnamon-colored fuzz, wrapped in Paula's arms.

Y/N’s eyes went immediately huge.

Her hands shot out, palms opening like some instinctual reflex she couldn’t fight. Paula laughed, handing over the pug puppy with the most care in the world. He squeaked once, then buried his little wet nose into Y/N’s chest the second she cradled him.

"Thank you... thank you so much." She whispered to Paula, though she never looked away from the tiny dog. Her nose pressed to his squishy head, eyes fluttering closed as she kissed him once, twice, three times. "Hi, my little love." She cooed, arms wrapping tighter around the warm, wiggly ball of fur. "Are you ready to meet your daddy?"

The puppy responded with a tiny sneeze and then a soft whimper, tucking even deeper into the safety of her hoodie. Y/N smiled, pulling the fabric higher around him, her lips brushing his ears as she rocked him lightly.

Across the stage, just barely in her peripheral, she caught movement.

Chris.

He didn’t wave or speak - obviously, but the small, subtle flick of his chin down, then toward the curtain, was enough.

Her cue.

She swallowed.

Her throat was tight, voice stuck somewhere behind her ribs. But she took one long, quiet inhale through her nose, then let it out through parted lips.

Her legs moved before her brain even fully caught up. Her boots were soft on the stage floor as she walked around the edge of the curtain and into the glow.

Her eyes flicked playfully to a group of fans who noticed her first and gasped. She gave them a small shake of her head and a smile and then looked down at the puppy still trying to climb her like she was a mountain.

"Shhh." She whispered to him, lips brushing his head again. "You’re okay, baby. We’re almost there."

His little paws dug softly at her chest, whining quietly with the new lights and noises, but Y/N just chuckled and kissed him again.

"We’re gonna get your daddy, okay? One sec."

She walked along the center of the stage slowly, looking at the crowd and lifting her right hand gently, pressing her index finger to her lips, until she reached the back of the left couch.

Matt’s back was still turned.

He was leaning forward a bit, fully focused on the final moments of the video. His fingers were twitching a little on his knee. Nick was watching too, his mouth still slightly open, clearly trying to process the whole thing.

"Matt’s gonna lose his mind." Chris’s voice said on screen, laughing.

Y/N’s laugh echoed faintly from the video. And then her voice echoed.

"Yeah. In the best way."

The screen faded to black.

"I'm so fucking confused right-" Matt turned toward Nick just a little, hand holding his mic to his lips, when something interrupted him.

A whine.

Right behind him.

Matt blinked. Froze. His body stiffened as he slowly turned toward the sound, eyebrows pulling in, lips slightly parted in confusion.

And then his entire world stopped.

Because there she was.

Y/N, who was supposed to be at home after a day full of classes.

Standing just behind him.

With a puppy cradled in her arms like he was something precious and sacred and just... perfect.

The little thing let out another soft yip, paws twitching.

Matt didn’t move for half a second.

And then everything hit him all at once.

His mic fell to the cushions with a soft thump as he stood so fast the couch shifted slightly under Nick. His blue eyes were huge, glassy, locked on her, and the tiny dog in her arms. He looked from her face to the puppy and back again like he couldn’t believe either were real.

Nick was still sitting, mouth wide.

"A dog?! What the fuck?" He yelled into the mic, which made the crowd laugh, breaking the silence.

But Matt didn’t react. Not to Nick. Not to the crowd. Not to anything.

His feet moved, and he rounded the couch as fast as his wobbling legs could. He didn’t stop until he was right in front of her, his bottom lip trembling so hard it visibly shook.

Y/N didn’t speak. She just looked at him. Heart bursting. Face soft and eyes full of tears she was barely keeping in. Her smile trembled, her arms slightly lowering the tiny pug toward him.

And Matt- God.

He reached out like he’d never touched anything so gently in his life.

His hands came around the puppy, scooping him carefully, protectively. His fingers curled around his soft belly, bringing him to his chest, and Matt immediately bent his head, pressing his nose to the pup’s warm, wriggling body.

The crowd around them had started to whisper, a few quiet "awws" spreading like waves, people lifting their phones to capture it.

Y/N stepped closer. Her hands dropped to Matt’s right hip, fingertips ghosting over the fabric of his denim jacket, grounding herself in him.

Matt breathed. He breathed like he’d been holding it in for years. The puppy let out a soft grunt, and Matt kissed the top of his head, nuzzling his nose into his fur.

"I-" Matt’s voice cracked. He pulled the puppy tighter. "Fuck- I love you. I love you so much already, little guy."

His voice was so emotional, so raw and wrecked and overwhelmed that it made Y/N’s eyes sting even more.

"You’re mine now, yeah?" He whispered, pressing another kiss to his tiny wrinkled head, raising his eyes to meet Y/N's, waiting for some sort of confirmation that came as a nod. "Ours."

Y/N let out a soft laugh, her hand smoothing over Matt’s back before sliding up to gently stroke the puppy’s little ear.

"You’re gonna be the best dog owner." She whispered.

Matt looked at her again. His eyes were wet.

Really wet.

And full of every bit of love he could show.

And then Chris approached from the side, his mic still in his hand but lowered. He walked up slowly, looking from Matt to the puppy and then to Y/N.

He caught her eye, lifted his right hand, and closed it gently into a fist.

Y/N let out a shaky laugh, eyes still glassy as she lifted her own and gently bumped her knuckles against his.

Nick was the next to move, craning his neck and squinting behind the couch.

"This is insane." He stared between them and then turned to the audience. “They hid a puppy from us." He said, stunned, pointing to Matt, who was now just silently smiling down at the pug in his arms like he had found the meaning of life. "A whole entire puppy. From us."

The audience laughed, all warm and emotional, several people visibly wiping their eyes. Nick shook his head and looked back at Matt, softening when he saw how wrecked his brother looked.

"Matt..." He said into his mic. "They literally just made your whole world."

Matt just nodded slowly, that water-logged grin barely leaving his face, whispering something to the pug about how tiny his paws were as the little guy curled tighter into his jacket.

Chris stepped a little closer to him, lifting the mic.

"So..." He said, all playful but still gentle. "Did you like the surprise?"

Matt glanced at him, then at the crowd, then finally looked to Y/N. His gaze softened even more. He reached his arm out, grabbing her hand and pulling her gently against his side.

"I guess..." He said into the mic, voice low and smile cracking wide. "We’re dog parents now."

The entire crowd erupted in screams and laughter. Y/N laughed quietly against Matt’s side as he covered the puppy’s ears instinctively with the noises, kissing Y/N’s temple with one hand still pressed gently over the pug’s head.

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