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rhett smut in the works. it’s complicated.
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i'm a whore for rhett these days so...
idk bro that man is just?????? he's so?????? i'd switch to a sub SO fast for this man he's almost beastly (I DO NOT HAVE A BEASTIALITY KINK) like i'd let this man ruin my whole life and i don't have a daddy kink at all but he just... idk man i'd call him whatever he wants me to call him.
might write a fic for him
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˖ 𝓶list ˚⊹ ⠀we need to talk about kevin !
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— ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ one shots.
kevin khatchaourian.
new neighbors ⭒ nsfw.
eva practically begged kevin to go with her to welcome the new neighbors. just to mess with her, he went, but god was he surprised to find you.
— ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ blurbs.
devilish grin — kevin khatchaourian ⭒ nsfw.
light showers — kevin khatchaourian.
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i feel like wonka is a bottom with a mommy kink
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wonka x curvy fem dom reader with a size kink
that’s all im saying here
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JUST SYRUP .. PAUL ATREIDES
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NAVIGATION !!
warnings ! nsfw, degradation (not really?), slight humiliation kink, d/s dynamics, dom!reader, sub!paul, oral (m receiving), shower sex, stepcest, unprotected sex, tit sucking, subspace (if that needs a warning? idk)
reposted from my — now — hp blog (@dylwrites)!!
words: 2.4k
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paul was pretty, very, very obviously pretty. anything he does just screams pretty.
going outside and swimming? pretty. especially because he isn't wearing a shirt. laying down? pretty. sitting across from you and eating breakfast? very pretty.
"y/n!" paul snaps his fingers in front of your face. you shake your head and motion for him to start talking. "i said 'can you pass the syrup?'"
your mouth was dry, had he caught you staring? probably not. he gets flustered too easily. and thanks to his, also pretty, pale face, it would be very red if he had.
"y/n, hey, pass him the syrup," your dad interrupts your thoughts, causing you to whip your head towards him. you nod quickly, practically throwing the bottle at paul.
"not so rough, please," paul rolls his eyes, squeezing the bottle as hard as he could, a large puddle of syrup falling onto his plate.
"gross, you're gonna get a cavity," you tell him, trying to cover up how awkward you were being by using 'classic sibling banter.'
"why are you being so odd today? odder than usual at least," paul shakes his head, throwing the syrup bottle back at you, only he'd forgotten to cap it closed.
the sticky substance covered your shirt, pants, and most of your neck. luckily none of it got in your hair. paul's hands were over his mouth, repeatedly apologizing, words coming out muffled.
"just help her get clean," paul's mother instructs the shocked boy. he nods rapidly, bringing you to your bathroom.
"i'll get you some clothes," paul rushes out the room. you take this time to observe your appearance. your white pajama top was now stained brown, along with your matching white shorts. syrup was running down your legs and the syrup on your neck was now getting in your hair, unsurprisingly.
"uh, i got these," paul's statement comes out as more of a question as he kicks the door behind him closed. his hands held a pink hoodie and gray sweatpants.
"thanks," your voice was monotone when you grabbed the clothes from his hands.
"i'm so sorry!" paul pouts, he was so pretty when he was pouting. you had to force those thoughts down, after all, they caused this mess.
"okay, paul," you sigh, opening the door at the front of your counter to grab a rag. when you stick your head in to look for one, paul opens the other side, peaking his head through to look at you.
"c'mon, don't be mad! i'm really sorry," paul whines, giving you puppy dog eyes. you laugh, standing up and expecting him to follow in suite. which, he does, except he forgets there's wood above him, knocking his head on it.
you're laughing again, not being able to help yourself from finding his hurt expression and flushed face so cute. "are we even now?"
"paul! that was your fault, i didn't get anything out of it."
"you got amusement out of it," paul barks, slamming the door shut. you giggle, walking forward to rub the spot on his head he bumped. his face flushes more with your touch. he leaned back on the counter, sighing at the feeling of your hands raking through his hair.
"s..so you want something?" paul stutters out, causing a smirk to creep onto your face. you were finally getting him where you wanted.
"what makes you think that?" you ask innocently, using your fingernails to lightly scratch where you were once soothing.
a whimper leaves his lips before he spoke, "because you said you didn't get anything out of me bumping my head...so you must want something."
"good boy, so observant," paul's mouth goes agape at your words, looking at you with doe eyes. "now, what do i want..."
you think for a minute, absentmindedly letting your hand continue to play with his curls. pretty little sighs leaving his lips at the feeling. once the perfect idea hit you, you tugged his hair, a long whine leaving his lips.
"you're gonna help me out," you smirk, beginning to unbutton your pajama top. paul's eyes go as wide as saucers, another pleased sound leaving his lips at the sight of your bare breasts.
you start undoing the string to your shorts before paul's hand stops you. his voice is barely over a whisper, "should we be doing this?"
"doing what? helping me get clean?" you giggle at his red face. paul backs up, muttering an 'oh.' "what did you think i was gon' do?"
paul looks down shamefully, he wanted to crawl in a hole and hide there for the rest of his life. "i don' know."
"you wouldn't be so embarrassed if you weren't thinking of something," you grab his chin, forcing his to look at you. something between a groan and whimper left his lips at the sight of you, completely bare.
"huh, most the syrup is gone now," you shrug, stepping into the shower. paul sighs, leaning his head against the mirror behind him, his erection prominent in his pajama pants.
"paul can you hand me my rag? i forgot it," paul's face scrunches up at the mental image of you naked, water streaming down your body. he gets up with the square cloth, sticking his hand through the shower curtain. he waves it around when you don't grab it, hearing a sound of surprise from your lips before one comes from his when you grab his hand, dragging him into the shower with you.
"what the heck?" paul shouts, hair sticking to his face. "i still have clothes on, and you're naked!"
"yeah of course i'm naked, you don't take a shower with clothes on!" you defend, turning the water pressure up a bit more so your parents won't hear.
"exactly, so why did you pull me in while i was still wearing mine?" paul deadpans, his eyes running across the tile walls, avoiding you.
"because i just couldn't resist you anymore, paul," you respond, running a hand up his drenched shirt. you looked down with a giggle, his pants were wet and clinging onto him for dear life, showing his hard cock very clearly.
"what?" his voice was high pitched, desperate when the word fell past his lips.
"ever since my dad brought you and your mom over for dinner that first night i've thought about you in all the wrong ways..." you bite your lip, hiding the smirk trying to play on your lips at paul's whines.
you continued to touch him, starting to slide his shirt off him. you did it slow enough for him to stop him, but when he lifted his arms you took it as confirmation he wanted you as much as you wanted him.
paul lurches forward, capturing your lips into a bruising kiss, not caring about how painful it was how his pants were sticking to him.
you separate from him, a displeased whimper leaving him at the lack of your taste. you went to push him down by his shoulders, but he grabbed your hands before you could, "please, get these off first."
he sounded so desperate, and it just made you wetter than before. you'd changed your mind now, you being the one getting on your knees. it was a tad difficult to get them off, but eventually his cock was free, a groan leaving paul when he was released from the pressure.
you took him into your hand, giggling at the hiss he let out. you slowly slid your hand back and forth, causing paul to whine and moan and squirm. he tipped his head back to let the water rush over her face as a distraction.
"fuck!" paul gasps at the sudden wet feeling of your mouth. his hand went to the back of your head to push you further, only causing you to come off of him.
"y/n," he whines, once again attempting to bring your head towards him to no avail.
"no, paul," your voice is stern as you go back to stroking him. his legs jerk, a frustrated noise bubbling from his chest. "this is supposed to be about me, remember? i'm in charge."
paul's eyes widen, he thought he was the one who was supposed to be dominant. though, he never really thought he'd be able to anyhow.
another moan of his fills the room when your mouth is back on him, bobbing up and down at a pace that has him seeing stars. he was leaning on his hands to prevent them from pushing your head, though he'd love to see you gagging because of him.
"fuck, fuck, fuck!" paul threw his head back, harsher this time, hitting the tile walls with such force his head began to hurt. but it didn't matter, the way you were sucking him off made him think he was ascending to heaven.
you could practically feel your ego inflating at the sight of paul's stomach muscles contracting with pleasure. because of you. pretty mewls left his swollen pink lips, muttering words of, 'gon' cum, please let me cum!' you loved being in control of him, your pretty toy to use.
"be still, paul!" you hold his hips down, attempting to control the way he kept bucking them up.
"please!" paul was panting now, his left hand still pinned against the wall whilst his right was gripping the shower temperature nob like he was going to float away if he didn't.
you stand up, looking into paul's glassy eyes. his face and body was wet, as well as yours, and he couldn't keep his eyes off your tits. waters droplets on them, they were so pretty, he wanted to reach out and—
"you want to touch 'em, baby?" you ask, you weren't blind. he looked like a kid in a candy store when it came to your tits. he looked at you with glassy doe eyes, nodding rapidly. he just looked so pretty, you just couldn't get over it.
you grab his hands and place them on your breasts, a soft moan leaving your lips at the way he immediately takes action, kneading them, pinching your nipples.
"wan' taste," paul mutters without looking away from them, he looked so far gone already. you didn't say a word, just pushed his head further towards them. his mouth immediately wrapped around your left nipple, sucking and biting. his arms wrapped around your waist, picking you up and wrapping your legs around your torso. he hung onto you tightly, humming with content onto your sensitive bud.
this was the perfect position in your mind, paul out of it and completely focused on you. you slide your hand from his back, down his chest, grabbing his cock. a noise of pleasure from him created vibrations right were his mouth was.
you guide him to your entrance, hearing his breath quicken with every movement you make. when you started to sink down onto him, you were both so loud you didn't know how your parents hadn't walked in by now.
paul was a mess, bringing your body impossibly closer to his, practically sobbing into your chest. "feels good, baby?" you ask him, your voice teasing as you ran your fingers through his wet locks.
he nods, a whimper leaving him when you moved your hips slightly upwards. his grip on your hips was practically bruising.
"ah, ah!" paul's head was trying to hide in your chest, cowering from your dominant gaze. "gonna cum!"
"hold it," you command, combing your fingers through his wet locks. a moan rips from his throat at your action.
"can't!" paul's eyes were screwed shut, nose scrunched up and lips forming an 'o' shape.
"you can, and you will. you're not incapable of such a simple task, paul," your voice was stern, the control you had over him driving him crazy. paul was practically limp at this point, his body only still standing because it was supported by the tile wall behind him.
the sight before you was beautiful. you'd thought paul was pretty before, but he was as pretty as ever when his cock was drilling in and out of you.
when you felt let yourself dangerously close, you gave paul permission. he was very loud, adorable moans of your name leaving his red and swollen lips. his hold on you tightened when you came around him, afraid you were going to disappear if he hadn't kept you close.
you let your head fall into his neck from exhaustion before pulling yourself together. you get off of him, having to pry his hands off of you.
"thank you..." paul trails off, his face was red, and his voice was very quiet. everything seemed awkward to him now.
you lean forward to give him another kiss, it was softer this time, a moan from paul traveling to your mouth.
you went to pull at his, already drying, hair again before a knock interrupted you. paul's eyes widened and glossed over with tears. he was still pretty gone, his fear of never feeling you in such a way again because of getting caught overwhelming him.
you were panicking until you remembered this is your bathroom, which your room was connected to. "hurry, go to my room, get dressed in something oversized and say you were waiting for me."
you rush paul out of the shower, the fact neither of you had locked the door was driving you insane. "you're gon' come with me, right?" paul was pouting, subspace taking him over.
"yes, paul, i promise. but i wouldn't even be able to look at you if one of our parents walk in!" paul nods, rushing into your room. even through all of that, you were still proud in the fact you made him like this. desperate for you.
"y/n?" thank fuck, it was only your dad. you rushed out of the shower, paul's cum dripping down your legs. you wrapped a towel around yourself and grabbed a piece of toilet paper, wiping as much off as you could before you opened the door.
you open the door a bit, still wiping between your legs. "yeah?"
"just checking in on you, you've been in there for almost an hour. what's that," your dad points to your hand. you throw the paper across the room.
"just syrup."
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he’s such a slutty stupid idiot fucking bottom, worthless fucking whore i love him so much. he most definitely has a mommy kink and i swearrrr i’ll be ur new mommy baby boy fr i’ll take care of you and i’ll cook for you and buy you things and compliment you and hold you and handle you and LOVE YOU i’ll be so much better than ur parents are to u ISTG I WILL
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he will never know i’m such a slut for him, because he has absolutely no game zero rizz and js lowkey unattractive
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what i wouldn’t give for him to be all like:
“that’s my girl”
“eyes on me/look at me”
“you’re too good at that”
“you can take it”
“think about you all the time…” (in a tired dazy voice)
“you like that?”
“what a good little slut”
“mine” (aggressively while doing very very unholy things to me)
bruh i’m just a slut for him even tho he has NO GAME AND IS LOWKEY UNATTRACTIVE
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i love it when he says my name. he has this eloquent way of speaking and the syllables in my name blend so perfectly and harmoniously when he says them. i can’t take it. i love it.
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HE SAID HI TO ME AND JOKED AROUND WITH ME A LITTLE BIT TODAY UGHHHH HE MAKES MY HEART BEAT SO FAST ESPECIALLY WHEN HE WEARS THAT TURTLENECK THAT LOOKS SO GOOD ON HIM FUCK he called me out AT THE FUNCTION OF MANY PEOPLE and said “hi *my name*!” FUCK I LOVE IT WHEN HE SAYS MY NAME it just rolls off his tongue so beautifully and i cherish every time he says my name
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i literally need him to fuck me and call me his little fucking slut so badly rn
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lord save me
i like it when a man has broad shoulders.
his shirts are always pulled taut around that area and your hands can slide from his neck, over his shoulders and down his arms for ages. he looks strong and safe and he feels like it too, because his hugs are literally the best and are so tight that it feels like he’s squeezing the air out of you without even as much as trying to.
when he’s on top of you, pushing all the love that he harbours for you into you without stop and in a much different way than a hug ever could, he hides you entirely from view from how big he is even if there’s no one there to witness what you’re doing late at night or early in the morning.
his back is hunched, and yet he’s still just as wide and powerful as before. he pounds into you and you scratch and bite in response; repeatedly dragging your nails and sinking your teeth into those broad shoulders of his in attempt to survive all that raw strength, but it’s no use.
all you can do is hold on.
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JESUS
when the kisses are getting so messy that you’re literally almost devouring each other, and you’re both in such a hurry to get out of your clothes that he’s unbuckling his belt with those big, strong hands; almost fumbling with it from how fast and desperate he is at trying to get it out of the way.
you’re latching onto his neck when you at long last hear the audible clink! and it nearly makes you shiver. because that means that his cock is finally gonna come out to play and that he’s finally gonna push you down and rail the ever sweet life out of you after waiting for so long.
it’s just pure thrill and excitement. you’re practically buzzing with it.
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idk why he can do so much as look at and speak to me and i falter
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i bet he’s a dom. i want him to dom me in that STUPID FUCKING VOICE is it’s those STUPID FUCKING HANDS goddamnit
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on the agenda:
period sex with kevin katchadourian
yandere!kevin x bullied innocent reader who kevin manipulates into thinking his revenge on the bully’s is justified and not illegal
rough sex with kevin and i mean ROUGH
kevin x virgin reader with a corruption kink
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