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cordeliawhohung · 3 days

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Going off of him calling reader his wife, Ps! Gaz whose highest rated video with his favorite girl is a "Honeymoon" night concept where it's basically a really romantic lovemaking video.

Their natural chemistry is perfect and the romance feels real; they even joke around a little and take things slow.

And that vid is what confirms for the fans that there's something going on between them that goes beyond the cameras.

- 🦴

part 237423849 of kore writing a drabble/one shot when she probably shouldn't have. not edited because my brain is fried? idk save me, pornstar!gaz, save me

It's late into the night when your phone screen illuminates your face.

A sleepless night quickly plagues you with a wandering mind that won't let go of the images that still haunt you from your last shoot with Kyle. The two of you have filmed countless times together, but there's something about this most recent one that refuses to let go of your mind. It overwhelms you so much that you've got your studio's porn site on your phone at nearly one in the morning.

Usually, you hate watching the videos you perform in. It crosses an odd sort of boundary in your mind that makes you feel disgusted with yourself, but you can't help but watch the one you filmed with Kyle titled "Honeymoon Getaway." Before the video even starts, you notice the ratings. Tens of thousands of people have watched the video already, and it was only edited and published five days ago. The ratings are all positive, thousands of thumbs ups and bookmarks.

Your teeth sink into your lip once the video starts. Both you and Kyle are dressed in your "wedding" attire; a well fitted suit with the jacket removed for him, and a white slip that covers your bridal lingerie for you. It's... sensual. The way he kisses you. And really fucking weird watching it from a third person perspective. You vividly remember his breath against your face and the way his hand caressed your cheek, but it's not what you're looking for, so you skip ahead.

When the video loads the next portion, Kyle's face is buried in your cunt. The angle they filmed it at is nothing compared to the view you had in real life. The way he kissed the side of your knee, keeping eye contact with you for as long as he could as he kissed all the way down your thigh until his tongue was on your clit… it’s a sensation that ghosts along the inside of your legs even as you lay there in bed.

But the video? Fuck, it’s terrible. Focusing more on the side view, obscuring his pretty face with your thigh. At this point, you’re ready to take the camera and film everything from a first person point of view next time you film with Kyle.

But that’s besides the point. You’re looking for something else.

Once again, you skip ahead and the sound of your laughter emanates from the speakers on your phone. Kyle, who had been hovering over your body, had quickly rolled you on top of him, switching your spots. It was done so effortlessly, and you try your best not to gawk at the way his muscles flex as you straddle him.

"Kyle," your voice whines over the speakers.

"Better view this way," is all he responds.

You hate it. Hate the way he makes your stomach churn just from a video alone. It almost churns worse than it did when you were really filming with him, pretending to be love-struck newlyweds fucking one another in an expensive hotel room.

You skip forward again, a significant distance this time, and Kyle has you pinned to the bed on your back. With his hands underneath your knees, you're nearly kissing them as he ruts into you. You try not to pay too much attention as the camera pans to a view of your cunt sucking him in like the good little wife you pretended to be.

Luckily, you're not stuck watching it for too long before the film shoots over Kyle's shoulders, showcasing the way your tits bounce at his relentless pace. You grimace when they zoom in, but it's not much longer before you finally find what you were searching for.

"My sweet wife. I love you so fuckin' much."

You sit up straight the moment you find it, and your fingers are scrambling to rewind so you can hear him again. The breathlessness of his voice, the lilt in his tone. It feels like gold on your ears, yet it has your heart shredding into pieces in your chest. It feels real. Too real.

But it can't last forever.

You pause the video, ceasing the sound of your moans and Kyle's fake confession. Everything spins around you when you look up from the screen and at the darkness of your room. Lonely. So fucking lonely and cold. You shake your head as you look back at your phone, and you decide to make the terrible mistake of sleuthing through the comments.

The idea of it all, was finding something that would turn you off so that you could forget it all and go back to sleep. And there were plenty of disgusting comments:

>> need a submissive wife like this

>> great tits

>> too soft with her. you need to learn to put your bitch in place the first night.

It should have been enough. You should have stopped there, but you don't. You can't stop scrolling, and scrolling, and scrolling. It's a vicious cycle that you can't stop, and you're stuck reading every single comment and speculation from anyone who still had living brain cells after jerking off to your video. Each and every one of them destroy you more than the last:

>> I feel like i'm ruining a special moment lmao

>> there's no way these two aren't together irl what the fuck

>> can't wait to see these two on OF together when they realize they don't want to fuck anyone else lol

>> nah, they really snuck in a whole crew on their actual honeymoon that's dedication

>> he sounds like he's about to cry when he says he loves her

You shut your phone off and fight the urge to toss it across the room as you slam yourself back against your mattress. All you want to do is sleep but your chest aches so furiously that it's all you can focus on. Everything feels so real with Kyle, and it's not fair that he's always out of your grasp. Always teasing you with the promise of fucking you off camera, of looking at you like you're the only woman in the world.

A tremble begins in your bottom lip as you shove your face into your pillow. Kyle Garrick is going to be the death of you, you're sure of it. Judging by the tears that soak your pillow that night, you know it's not going to be a kind death, either.

#pornstar!gaz #kyle garrick x reader #gaz x reader #gaz smut #kyle garrick smut #gaz x reader smut #kyle garrick x reader smut #kyle gaz garrick x reader #f!reader #🦴 anon

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princessbrunette · 2 days

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Princess are any of the readers scared of bugs if so do the boys tease them about it 😊

-🦴 anon

bunny reader is, but i don’t think rafe ‘teases’ her about it. its more so that he’ll catch the insect and lecture her like “jesus, kid the way you’re screaming you’d think there’s a fuckin’ dinosaur in here. it’s a spider. you’ll live.”

#🦴 anon #rafe cameron prompt #bunny!reader

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ana-angels-blog · 20 days

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You ever just feel the fat on your body?? Like every movement, every lung expansion, every muscle tighten and you just can’t stand it. The fat jiggling, the fat in the way of being pretty?? Just the feeling of being overly disgusting?? To the point that you can’t stand even sitting in the fetal position cus you can’t stand to be in your own body??

#ed but not ed sheeran #tw restriction #3dtumblr #th1nsp1ration #⭐️rving #🦴#we starvin #tw bones #starvibg #m3ansp0 #🦴spo #🦴 anon #i am starved #starv #im starvin #starv1ng #starv3 #ana buddie #boy ana

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hotchs-big-hands · 7 months

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I've been thinking about Aaron finding out you've been masturbating to the thought of him... telling him you sometimes have to sneak off to the bathroom while you're in public... him calling you about something unrelated while your hands are down your panties....

Lowkey obsessed with the idea of Aaron finding out how feral you are for him

🦴

YASSSS you're not even dating!!! He started having suspicions cuz you sound so... off to him and sometimes he has to repeat himself when asking you or telling you things. So he conducts an experiment...

You're on a case, it's in the evening and you've retired to your rooms. As you're getting ready to go to bed your phone rings; it's Hotch. You're surprised, groaning a little at the thought of possibly having to head back out. But you answer anyway.

And god... his voice is so fucking sexy and sensual, deeper with tiredness as he discusses details abt the case... or something like that. You don't even know, his voice is doing naughty things to you, your pretty pussy is tingling and you can't stop your hand drifting down inside your underwear. You gasp a little, causing him to pause.

"Is everything alright?" He asks you. You clear your throat and force a chuckle.

"Mmm I am. Just thought I saw a spider on the floor but it wasn't really one. Guess I must be real tired, sir."

You hear him hum.

"Yes, very. Perhaps I should let you sleep now then-"

"-A-ah no! I- I'm okay to discuss the case still!" You squeak quickly, cheeks feeling warm from the outburst. There's silence for a moment and your hand in your panties stills.

"Very well, I would come and stop by but I assume you're already dressed for bed." He drawls. You squeeze your lips together to stop yourself from whimpering, opting to hum in agreement. He clears his throat. "I thought as much. Although, I am curious why you sound a bit out of breath."

Your eyes widen, thighs clenching together.

"O-oh I think it's the adrenaline of thinking I saw a spider."

"You must see a spider every time we talk then." Aaron cuts back. You gasp out, fingers rubbing rapid circles around your swollen clit.

"S-sir no I just-"

There's a knock on the door, startling you into squeaking again and freezing in place.

"U-um sir, I'm going to have to go. Someone's at my door." You say quickly, ripping your hand from your pussy and trying to adjust your clothes. "I-I'll work on my diligence in future, sir!"

Before he can answer, you end the call and fumble around to clean your hand enough to go open the door. You rush over to it, unbolt the lock and pull the door open. And then your mouth falls open; Aaron Hotchner is fucking standing on the other side, phone in hand as he towers over you. His steely gaze wanders over your dishevelled form, to the messy sheets and he nods once.

"Mhm, thought so."

He forces you to retreat back into the room and closes the door behind him, locking it. You have a lot to answer for...

#🦴 anon #OUGHHHHH this could be a rly good full fic one day #i have so many fucking wips #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #💌 ah asks #hotch x reader smut #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x reader smut #aaron hotchner x reader fanfiction #aaron hotchner imagine

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dontmakemeright · 3 months

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God, I just started t and I’m so sensitive… I cant stop thinking about your posts. especially because I am terrible at touching myself, just having you sit me down and watch me attempt to please myself, not allowing me any toys, mmmf… I would get all whiny and probably start crying because I just need to cum **sooo bad** and I’ve been good, I deserve to cum, right????

I don’t knowwww

(Also can I take this anon 🦴?)

Hi angel, I'm so happy you wrote me. Such a sweet and well behaved little pup. I love sensitive boys. Would love to sit behind you, your back to my chest and watch you trying to get off in a mirror. Would love to hear those cute sounds leaving your mouth, feel the way your body trembles. I would open up your pretty legs wide for me to see your pretty parts ~

Answer to the second ask you sent me: Of course, DM me all you want, puppy ♡

#🦴 anon #ftm dom #ftm top #ftm trans #trans dom #trans top #dom/sub #ftm t4t #trans boy #trans man

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pupcuck · 3 months

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bimbofied college reader who exposes herself for being weird with her deadbeat dad, leon could be dropping her off by her dorm and kiss her sloppily by the door for her roommates to see and when he goes away she goes "you guys don't do that with your dads? :3" and it all goes downhill from there but how would she know!!! he was rarely around but now he's making up for it plus he didn't think his daughter would be that hot the moment he walks back into her life

-🦴

CUTEEE i love public and shameless dad/daughter relationships :3 she calls him daddy but he corrects her and says it’s dad! probably doesn’t really see him as a dad bc he was so sucky at it so her tiny little brain doesn’t process the fact that biologically. he literally fucking is. her dad. and he for sure regrets staying away all those years when he sees her but at the same time he’s glad. no emotional attachment means no guilt :3

#inbox 💌#tw incest #🦴 anon

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tkfluff-fanatic · 9 months

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i cant.. think of a req.. fuck. uh. draw ur. whatever ur favorite two are. or.. the evil one.. shudders and shakes i hate him please don’t draw him —🦴

#request #👑 ;; anđelka #I should change my name on here to one of the thousand ones I have...#did hou know I have a name hoard #Alexandra/Sasha/Nika/Anđelka/Serb #shit's crazy #countryhumans #Serbia ch #Montenegro ch #sfw tickles #sfw tk blog #sfw tk community #sfw tickling community #wing tickles #tickle art #🦴 anon

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sluttyhusband · 2 years

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Thinking about having to do a sex scene with Ryan Reynolds but he actually fucks you in front of everyone

🦴 anon

Because he had draped the bedsheet over you two, everyone thought that you’re both so good at the scene. But they don’t realize that the “animalistic lust” Ryan had in his eyes, was real. The way you clenched around him and your moans, he almost came right in the spot, and those kisses were ones you two would begin share off screen too. In his bedroom as he once again filled you up. And no one would ever debate if it was real, only ever commenting on how “realistic” it was.

#🦴 anon #Ryan Reynolds x male reader #Ryan Reynolds x chubby male reader #male reader #x male reader #chubby male reader #x chubby male reader

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rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me · 4 months

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PURLY FLUFF ANYTHING PLEASE!!!

Workin' On A Project

A/N: This was pretty self-indulgent, so I'm gonna put these two together and hope that y'all enjoy this as much as I did. I really love writing these two and look forward to being able to write for them more often in the future! If you a smidge of Tarry at the end...well maybe you see something, maybe you don't. Who knows?

Pony shuffled his feet, waiting for the door to the Shepard house to open. He squeezed the strap to his backpack, tossed haphazardly over his shoulder and filled with everything he’d need for the History project, and looked down at the porch. The sound of muffled yelling and footsteps came from inside and Pony looked up as the door began to open, only to be met with Tim Shepard instead of Curly.

Tim raised an unamused brow and leaned up against the door frame, looking over Ponyboy through the screen door. He took a long drag of his cigarette. “You want something, Curtis?”

Pony cleared his throat and spun a little to show Tim his backpack. “Curly and I got a project to work on. He said I could come over today and we’d work on it.”

“He said that?” Tim echoed in a mocking tone, blinking owlishly and not moving from the doorway. “Well, shoot, I guess if Curly said so.”

“Tim! I said I’d get it!”

Curly’s voice was accompanied by his footsteps thundering down the stairs and he came into view only a moment later, with bare feet and ungreased hair, shoving his brother away from the front door and opening the screen door. Tim muttered something in Spanish Pony couldn’t quite catch before he walked away and Curly snapped back in Spanish as he dragged Pony inside by his sleeve.

“If now’s a bad time,” Pony started, looking between Curly and Tim’s retreating figure, “I can come back later or we can just work on this at school.”

“It ain’t a bad time, Tim’s just being an’ asshole,” Curly said. He raised his voice at the end and Pony could hear Tim muttering quietly as Curly pulled him toward the staircase.

Curly went up first, keeping one hand on Ponyboy’s sleeve as he led him upstairs, taking the familiar path back to his bedroom. The Shepard house wasn’t big by any stretch of the imagination, none of the houses in greaser neighborhoods were, but it had two floors and three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a big living room. Angela had her own room, but the two boys shared a bedroom, all three of them choosing to avoid their parents’ old room.

Angela’s door was closed as Curly tugged Pony along, but Curly gave three sharp raps anyway and Angela shouted out something else in Spanish that Pony didn’t catch.

“Why can't y'all ever talk in English? Do you have to talk in Spanish all the time?” Pony muttered as he pulled away from Curly’s grip and adjusted his backpack over his shoulders.

Curly grinned wolfishly. “Por supuesto, muñeco. Es mas divertido.”

Ponyboy rolled his eyes. Curly, undeterred, continued down the hallway and pushed open his bedroom door, ducking inside without waiting for Pony. The youngest Curtis followed anyway and shook his head as Curly flopped down onto his bed. Pony took a seat on the floor and tugged out his textbooks, spreading them out on the floor in front of himself.

“What are you doin’?” Curly asked from above him.

“Gettin’ our project stuff together,” Ponyboy reminded without looking back. “It’s due by the end of the week and it’s already Tuesday.”

Curly’s fingers brushed over the side of Ponyboy’s neck and he only jumped a little bit, startled by the gentle touch as he glanced back at the greaser to find him smirking.

“You didn’t think I invited you over to really work on that project, did you, Ponybabe?”

Of course not. Ponyboy wasn’t that stupid. But this project had to get done and Ponyboy was going to get it done, regardless of whether or not Curly helped out. He batted away Curly’s hand as the hood started to trace the shell of his ear and began to flip through the bulky history textbook.

“We’ve gotta read these pages,” Ponyboy said pointedly, tapping at the assigned passages and reaching for his notebook. “Then we gotta answer all the questions she put up on the board. You remember those?”

“You’re jokin’.”

“She talked about ‘em for twenty minutes, Curls, you’re tellin’ me you don’t remember them?”

“I remember you were wearin’ that one green shirt you got, made your eyes look greener than they normally do.”

“Shut up.”

“What? I’m tellin’ you what I remember!”

Ponyboy sighed and pulled his textbook closer. He scanned the two pages quickly before scrawling his name across the top of a fresh page in his notebook.

“You’re not gonna add my name?” Curly asked, poking at the back of Ponyboy’s head.

“Are you gonna keep botherin’ me?”

Curly huffed and withdrew his hand. Ponyboy waited a moment before adding Curly’s name to the header.

They sat in silence for a minute, Pony starting to answer the questions they’d been assigned and Curly staring at the ceiling, sprawled out in his bed. The peace only lasted a minute. Curly ran his fingers over Pony’s neck again and toyed with the collar of his shirt, slipping his fingers beneath it and reaching for Pony’s collarbones.

“Curly,” Pony chided, shoving the middle Shepard’s hand away. “We’re workin’ on the project.”

“You’re workin’ on the project,” Curly corrected. He slid his hand back and brushed his thumb over the spot beneath Pony’s ear, nudging at his chin. “I’m workin’ on gettin’ you up here with me.”

Ponyboy, to his credit, kept back the shudder of excitement as Curly tipped his head back, forcing Ponyboy to turn and face him. Dark cobalt met green-gray and Curly smiled, lazy and pleased.

“You wanna sit up here with me?” Curly offered, running his thumb back and forth over Pony’s jaw rhythmically. “We can work on that project later.”

“Your sister’s across the hall,” Pony murmured. He didn’t pull away. “Your brother’s downstairs.”

Curly raised his eyebrow and Pony realized just how similar he and his brother looked. “And?”

“They already don’t like me, Curly, you know that. I don’t need to give them anythin’ else to hate me for.”

Squeezing Pony’s chin once, Curly let go and shifted on the bed. “Get up here, ya idiot.”

Pony did as he was told. As he stood, Curly shifted to sit up against the headboard, leaving plenty of space for Ponyboy to take a seat. Pony sat by Curly’s feet, but after one look at the pouty look on Curly’s face, checked that the door was closed before sliding into the hood’s lap.

“Better,” Curly murmured. He reached up and cupped Pony’s face in his hands before pulling Ponyboy down into an uncharacteristically sweet kiss. Pony’s hands found Curly’s middle, resting over his stomach as he leaned into the kiss. When they broke apart, Curly gave Pony’s jaw another soft squeeze. “My brother an’ sister like you just fine, I promise you.”

“They got a funny way of showing it,” Pony mumbled. He tipped his face into Curly’s hands, pressing a kiss to the hood’s palm.

��They’re funny people,” Curly replied easily. “They don’t hate you. Honest.”

Ponyboy let out a small huff and closed his eyes for a moment, tucking his nose to the warm inside of Curly’s hand. He stayed there, breathing gently before he opened his eyes again and glanced at Curly through his eyelashes.

“Pony,” Curly whispered, voice low and soft. “For somebody who’s been actin’ like he don’t wanna do nothin’ with me, you’re lookin’ at me like you really wanna do somethin’.”

With a quiet laugh, Ponyboy leaned in to give Curly another kiss. An hour or two later, as it was getting close to dinner time, Ponyboy pulled himself away from Curly, causing the hood to let out a bothered whine. While they had spent the majority of their time in Curly’s bed, exchanging kisses and holding onto each other, Ponyboy had managed to get the majority of the project done. After bribing Curly with a few kisses, the hood allowed Ponyboy to continue working on the history assignment, provided that Curly could hold onto him and press the occasional kiss to his neck.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Curly asked as Pony climbed out of his bed. Curly’s voice was rough and he blinked in confusion as Pony started to shove the books on the floor back into his backpack.

“Home, Curls,” Ponyboy replied in an equally rough voice. “Darry wants me home by dinner and I don’t wanna get screamed at for comin’ home late.”

“You want me to walk you home?” Curly asked, pushing up onto his elbows and swinging his legs off the bed.

Pony shook his head and swung his backpack over his shoulder, eyes scanning the floor to make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything. “You don’t have to. Wouldn’t want you gettin’ jumped on the way back cause it’ll probably be dark by then. Ain’t like I got to walk far anyway, we only live a few blocks over.”

Curly flashed a smug smile. “Anybody who tries jumpin’ me’ll get exactly what they deserve.”

Snorting, Pony pushed weakly at Curly’s chest, smiling when the hood flopped dramatically onto his back. “Easy, killer. I’ll be fine. I’ll see you tomorrow at school, alright?”

“Alright,” Curly replied, smiling back. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Pony bent to give him one more quick kiss before he turned to leave, waving quickly before slipping into the hallway and hopping down the stairs. He headed for the door, shifting his backpack over his shoulder when Tim’s voice sounded from somewhere out of sight.

“Curtis, hold up.”

Not having a death wish, Ponyboy stopped and turned, looking for the eldest Shepard. Tim appeared in the doorway to the kitchen, another cigarette between his lips.

“Yeah?”

“Do me a favor, kid,” Tim said, blowing smoke out from the corner of his mouth.

“Yeah?”

“Next time you come over, bring your brother.”

Pony blinked. “Which- which one?”

Tim huffed a laugh and rolled his eyes like the answer to Pony’s question was obvious. “The big one.”

“Darry?” Ponyboy asked. “Why?”

“Doesn’t matter.” Tim took another long drag of his cigarette. “Now get outta here ‘fore that brother o’ yours comes down here lookin’ for you.”

Pony nodded jerkily and continued to go for the door, closing the heavy one behind him and letting the screen door slam shut on top of that. Whatever was going on between Tim and Dare…Pony didn’t want to know. He shook the thought from his head and started down the sidewalk, heading for home.

#the outsiders #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders hcs #dillo’s writing #ponyboy curtis #curly shepard #ponyboy curtis x curly shepard #🦴 anon

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