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complete-clownery · 3 months
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Hahaha okay rant about this amazing fanfic (you probably heard of this one already but still)
So whenever it comes to explaining and writing under my posts I just get lazy but I need to push through this cuz I need to talk
So the fanarts were made for the lmk fanfiction sunbreak, that a lot of you (probably mostly shadowpeach shippers) had read, and it is amazing, I read trough it as fast as my brain let me and as you can see it has pleasantly scratched my brain so much so that I even (attempted) to make fanart for it
Ngl if I wasn't a major pussy I would try to illustrate the whole thing or make covers for each chapter but Im unable to work on something more than 2 hours and I would want those to look good, but good looking art (if I don't mess up) takes 6 hours ughh--- annoying much---
Anyways I'm not good with literature but man is this fix a masterpiece *chefs kiss* its everything its amazing, I was unable to put it down once I started it
Okay i dont think I have the brain capacity to explain how much I worship the writer of this masterpiece @ladygreenfrisbee , so i'm just going to talk about the drawings a tad
So first picture with Red Son and MK its sort of like an au in the fic where the whole lbd plot is somehow nonexistent and after Macaque gets to his sisters domain they settle down and raise the kids together without much of an issue aside from assassinations keep happening and trying not to get in trouble with the heavens
Id like to think that Gongzhu still wouldn't let the court tailors to put any form of red or gold on MKs outfits and only allowed the yellow after when MK was old enough to declare that yellow was his favorite color, but even now she would insist on some form of purple and shadow motives to let others know who the mother is
We also got baby MK and toddler Red Son and sassy LIF and Mac
Third pic with the lion: I don't know what it was or why but I just love general Song so much--- he's a major dickhead but sgvshshsevkdididhr (actually I kinda love all the original characters in this one, from the generals to the old lady in the beginning of the book, (gosh I also wanna draw some scenes from those chapters I loved how Mac and she interacted hshsjsj))
so chapter 34 was probably my favorite so far I re read it about two more times cuz it was amazing to see Macaque being the schemer he is and try to piss of Song lol
Last picture: its a sketch/a wip or whatever (probably not going to finish it but im still putting it there cuz its somewhat decent looking)
Its the part where Wukong remembered of Macaque finally finding him and asking for him to come back to flower fruit mountain.
I tried to make Macaque look more unhinged on this one but since I didn't finish it I dont think its that noticable so fuck that but I also gave him a halo like the saints to symbolise his suffering and what not (thought it looked cool and fitting think whatever you want about it lol)
And that all ((((hollly mother))))
If you read this trough, thank you and congrats👏👏
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runnning-outof-time · 6 months
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Hiii K, congrats on your 3.5k! That’s such an amazing milestone 🥳🤩 I’d like to send in the following prompt for John. 17. “How do babies get made.” I felt like this would go very well with John 🤭 Can’t wait to see with what you’ll come up with!
Hi Daisy @peakyltd !! Thanks so much for sending this in!! I was hoping that someone would choose John for this prompt because you’re sooo right - it fits him perfectly!!! I hope you like what I did with this! Also a special thanks to @raincoffeeandfandoms for letting me use the ‘little chimney man’ who brings babies…you’ve helped (Y/N) immensely here! Enjoy! :)
PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!
Part of my 3.5k celebration — find more stories here!
That’s Not What Dad Said
John Shelby x Reader
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Warnings: awkward talk about babies being born, a playful smack with a newspaper
Word Count: 677
Summary: (Y/N) gets a surprise when she and John’s oldest child asks a rather interesting question out of the blue.
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The question that six year old James Shelby asked just about made (Y/N) spit the tea she was drinking right back into its cup. “Can you repeat that again, dear?” she prompted the child, silently hoping that she didn’t hear him correctly.
“How do babies get made?” the boy repeated his question. It was the exact question (Y/N) had heard. Word for word.
“Umm, well…” she trailed off, taking a few moments to try and think of how she’d tackle this. The boy was six…he didn’t need to know about the actual process that occurred. “So when a mummy and a daddy love each other very much, they have a talk, and in that talk, they decide that they want to have a baby. Then, there’s a man who comes down the chimney after hearing the talk and puts the baby in the mummy’s tummy. In nine months, the baby is born, and that’s how babies are made,” she finished her extravagent story with the exhale of a breath and an unsteady smile, hoping that it worked.
James looked at his mother, not saying anything for a few moments. “That’s not what dad said,” was what he finally said in response.
His statement immediately confused (Y/N). “Wha—what do you mean?” she rushed to ask, her eyes shifting between her son and her husband, who was still reading the newspaper and drinking tea; completely unbothered.
“Dad and uncle Arthur were talking yesterday and uncle Arthur was telling him about a lady he was with and I asked dad what he meant and he said that it’s how babies get ma…”
“Alright, I’ve heard enough. Why don’t you go and get ready for school, hmm?” (Y/N) cut the boy off, already having an idea of where the rest of his statement was going. Her insides were doing flips just thinking about her husband and his brother talking about stuff like that in James’ presence.
“Ok,” James nodded, hopping off of the chair without a second thought. (Y/N) was thankful he didn’t question it and did what she asked. He ran off then, leaving (Y/N) and John alone in the kitchen.
(Y/N) looked over at John, seeing him glance over at her while holding the cup up to his lips. He tried to be nonchalant and revert his eyes to the newspaper, but (Y/N) caught his gaze. “Would you like to tell me why you and Arthur were talking about those types of things with your boy in the room?” she asked him, her eyebrows raising as she spoke.
“We didn’t think he was listenin’ to us,” John tried to defend himself, setting the cup down so that he could look at her.
“He’s six, John. He listens to everything…and then he only remembers the things he isn’t supposed to,” she countered, her frustration shining through her words.
“It was a mistake, love. It won’t happen again,” he assured her, surrendering the argument because it was one he knew he couldn’t win.
“It better not,” (Y/N) emphasized, standing up from her chair to collect the empty dishes from the table. She walked them over to the sink, sitting them in it so that she could do the washing. Before getting to it, she walked back to where John was sitting with the newspaper in his hands. “Let me see that,” she said to him as she stopped at his side, motioning to the paper he was holding.
“Here,” he said, handing the paper over without second thought.
(Y/N) didn’t waste any time. She rolled the paper up and used it to lightly smack John on the back of the head, the sound of the whack from it filling the room.
“Oww!” he exclaimed, turning to look at her with wide eyes as he rubbed the back of his head.
A grin spread across (Y/N)’s face as she locked eyes with her husband. “I meant what I said,” she said then, seriousness present in her voice.
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charliedawn · 3 months
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I don't know if this has been asked before, but how would the slashers react to their favorite nurse being pregnant?
Happy New Year everyone ! 🥳🥳🥳
Jason Voorhees :
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Jason *clap clap clap*
Jason was ecstatic at the news. He ran to get his favourite plushies and toys and proceeded to make a sort of shrine for the baby.
He also manually worked to make you a beautiful handmade crib and when you gave birth, he was there. He was holding your hand and it was as if he was the father as he gently sponged your forehead at the end.
Even the other nurses thought so and didn’t think twice before giving him the baby to carry. He was so surprised and happy that he didn’t let go of them until you were finally awake.
He then put the baby carefully in your arms and looked at the both of you with a loving gaze. He was maybe not the father…but you knew here and there that he would be better at it than any other man you knew…
Freddy Krueger :
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Freddy waited outside when you were giving birth. Now, don’t take it personally. Freddy just knows that he’d do you more harm than good in there. So, he decided the best was to stay away and let professionals handle it.
He did spend at least two hours outside—waiting. He was nervous and thought that waiting in the hospital would bring you bad luck. But the moment it was over, a nurse came to warn him and she thought he was the father.
Next thing he knew, the nurse had dropped a pinkish fleshy tiny thingy in his arms and was out the room before he could tell her she had the wrong guy…
Finally, he then looked down at the baby and looked around before rocking it back and forth gently while walking around. He waited until you were awake before putting the child in your arms—smirking.
"That one of the ugliest lil’ bastards I’ve ever seen. Good job, sweetheart."
That’s a compliment in Freddy language.
It means congrats.
Michael Myers:
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Michael stayed in the room the whole time. The moment you were brought in the hospital to the moment you gave birth. He sat down on a chair and didn’t speak a word.
But he was staring at you the whole time and the only moments he as much as budged was when you started pushing and his fingers dug in the armrests as he fought against every single impulse in his body to come help you.
He knew he had to let the staff take care of you and stayed calm as he heard you. He wasn’t the type to pass out and the staff decided to let him watch (they couldn’t move him even if they tried) It was horrifying to let you suffer, but when it was over…He was so happy when he heard the cries of the newborn.
Before anyone could stop him, he stood up and looked down at the baby with a tilt of his head.
It was…weird.
But then, his hands gently cupped the newborn and he held it as if it was the most precious thing ever. He then sat back down and cradled it in his hands with uncanny tenderness. The nurses looked at each other and wondered if they should interfere…But decided against it.
…Whoever would try to take the baby away from Myers would surely lose their hands.
Norman Bates:
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Norman always wanted a baby, but he never had a good enough relationship to get one of his own, so he would be ecstatic to find out that you are pregnant. He’d be there to take care of you and make sure that you do not do anything that would compromise the miracle in your belly.
He’d prepare you delicious healthy food and hug you every day while telling you how proud he is of you and ask you if you need anything. He’d be your personal servant and bring you anything you need and be extremely cautious to anything or anyone that would put your pretty self in danger.
He’d then be the first at the hospital when you are about to give birth and hold your hand while cradling your face. He’d be doing an even better job at calming you down than the nurses.
And when you finally gave birth, he looked at the baby and smiled before one of the nurses put the baby in his arms.
"…Perfect." He uttered in a whisper as he gently cradled the baby in his arms. Norman was in awe and even kissed the newborn’s forehead. He then turned towards you and kissed your forehead.
"Wonderfully done, my little dove."
Brahms Heelshire :
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Brahms was very worried.
He passed out in the hospital and the nurses had to take care of him. 😂 But, he was very happy too. A new friend to play with.
Pennywise:
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Pennywise used to have 7 siblings. And his mother used to collapse in exhaustion once they were all put to bed. But she was always smiling for them and losing her was one of the darkest day in Pennywise’s life. So he’d be sure to take care of you and make you rest and eat properly. He’d be concerned, but hide it behind a mask of indifference.
Pennywise was awake during the whole duration of your pregnancy. Even when you were sleeping, he’d watch over you and the baby growing in your belly. He’d also talk to it sometimes. Just to make sure the baby wouldn’t bother you too much.
"Hey, you little human disaster. That’s a good mama you got. Don’t fuck it up."
He’d also lend you his rocking chair, knowing how exhausting it must feel to carry the baby around. Pennywise did think about eating it, but fought against it since you seemed to keen on keeping it.
And when the baby finally arrived, he smelled it and the baby actually laughed before grabbing his nose and making it squeak. And it was the first time you could see Pennywise’s face break into a genuine smile. Yeah. That baby would be safe forever…
Jack Torrance :
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"A baby ? Believe me, darling. It ain’t worth it."
Jack was absent to the birth of his own child. The first time he had a child, he was drunk and wasn’t famous. Anything he wrote was just sent right back at him. But then, something miraculous happened the night his child was born.
He got inspiration. He started writing and writing until he produced a masterpiece that got him known.
After that, he stopped drinking and tried to be a good father. But then, they arrived at the hotel and everything changed. It drove him mad and he almost killed his wife and kid. And then…He died. Frozen.
When he came back, things were different. His child wasn’t a child anymore and his ex was dead. So, being a father hadn’t really been a success for him. But he still tried his best. And that’s because even though Jack denies it, he still loved his kid. And that’s the reason why he decided to be there when you gave birth.
Because even though he wasn’t there the first time, he knew just how important and precious a child is.
Him *gently cradling the baby in his arms* : "Hey, bud. Welcome to the world of the living."
Penny:
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Penny had a daughter when he was still human. Kersh. He loved her with everything he had until she eventually died. So he’d be happy for you and protect you and the young one. He’d also be at your beck and call. Ask him anything and he’d get it for you.
He’d also understand your need to relax and work less, so he’d help as much as he can.
He’d also cuddle with you during your pregnancy and give you all the affection and care you need. He’d also bring toys for the baby to play with and eve take care of them when you are tired.
Penny *to the baby* : "You and I…You and I are going to be best friends. You’ll see."
Penny would quickly grow attached to the baby and be there by you side in the pregnancy room if he could, or he’d be asked to wait outside. But, I doubt he’d listen and just be with you anyway.
Father Paul :
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Father Paul was happy for you. Of course. But, he was also a little nervous. He saw that you were pregnant and he knew what it meant. Maternity leave.
He was afraid of what would happen when you would be gone. The slashers seemed to hold you in high regards and he knew that the moment you were gone, everything would become chaos.
But, you quickly reassured him by making an announcement. You told the slashers they could come with you to the hospital if they wanted to. And that you’d be away for at least a month to take care of the baby. You asked them to be understanding and be good to the staff while you were gone. And surprisingly enough, the slashers agreed and behaved.
That was the moment, Father Paul got to witness just how much power you had on the slashers. And he didn’t know if he should be impressed or fear how much control you had over them.
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sunkissed-zegras · 1 month
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can I pls request 🍯 "49. on your knees" and "50. choke on it" with the man the myth the legend quinn huggy bear hughes?
also congrats on 1k!!
𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | qh⁴³
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♡ ─ word count | 737
♡ ─ warnings | NSFW under the cut!! jesus, where do i start... oral (m. receiving), lots of anger and degradation LMAO, hair pulling, toxic!quinn maybe idk depends on how you look at it, its just nasty stuff y'all
♡ ─ ev's notes | angry quinnifer>>>
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Quinn had been hearing about this all day, he was tired. Quinn had liked some girl's post on instagram and you kept bringing it up, it was getting his last nerve. He didn't understand why you thought he would do anything like that when he was with you. He tried to explain it a millions times already, Quinn had never been unfaithful and he wasn't about to start now.
As he sat there, listening to you go on and on about the Instagram post, he felt so frustrated and slightly angry. "Fuck, Y/N."
"What? She was in a bikini Quinn, come on."
"You're overreacting," Quinn retorted, his frustration evident in his voice. He couldn't understand why a simple like on a post had blown up into a full-blown argument.
"It's just a picture, Y/N. It doesn't mean anything. I can't control what people post on their profiles," he added, trying to reason with you. Quinn had never intended to hurt your feelings, but it seemed like every attempt to explain himself fell on deaf ears. "Plus I already went back and un-liked it, what else do you want?"
Your arms remained crossed, and you shot back, "It's not just about the picture, Quinn. It's about you liking it. It's like you're encouraging that kind of attention."
Quinn let out a bitter laugh. "You don't need to get jealous, Y/N." He watched you, anger lingering in his gaze. He knew this seriously couldn't be about a photo, there had to be more. "You have me, okay?"
"Do I?"
He didn't need your brattiness, especially right now. Quinn's frustration bubbled up as he heard your retort. The words hung in the air, he felt a surge of anger at your response. "Jesus." He scoffed as he looked at you, anger in gaze. "Do you want me to prove it?"
You rolled your eyes at his words which made him even more angry.
"If you wanna be a fucking brat, fine." Quinn glared at you. "Get on your knees. I'll prove it to you, Y/N."
Your expression turned from annoyance to desperate quickly as you heard his words, your heartbeat speeding up. You knew this wasn't the best way to solve this issue, but your pussy was telling you do it was. You did as you were told and got on your knees, right in front of Quinn, looking up at him.
He unbuckled his belt and took off his pants effortlessly, pushing them aside. He sat back down on his chair and looked at you waited for you to continue, and you wasted no time -- Quinn wasn't in the mood to wait.
You took his hard cock out of his waistband, holding it tightly as you looked up at him. "Fuck," he groaned. He grabbed your hair and pushed your mouth to his tip and you quickly slipped him inside your mouth, savoring the sweet taste of his pre-cum.
"Yeah, that's it, fuck." Quinn's head fell back as you kept bobbing your head up and down his cock. He pushed your head further on his cock, knowing you could take him deeper in your mouth, making you gag. "Yeah? Choke on it, fuck. You still jealous, baby?"
He put your hair in a makeshift ponytail so that he could have complete control on your movements as you gagged around his length. "You can't be jealous when you're the one who's sucking my dick now, sweetheart, you know that you're the only one who makes me feel this way."
He pushed your head further until his tip hit the back of your throat, your tears spilling as you gagged around his cock. Your chin was covered in your spit and his pre-cum as you kept bobbing up and down on his cock; you couldn't even remember why you were mad.
"You're such a fucking slut, all you needed was a reminder who's cock you gag on and now, you're fine, huh?" Quinn grunted out those nasty words with each thrust of your mouth.
You felt Quinn twitch in your mouth and you knew he was close. A few more thrusts into your mouth and he was cumming, all while gripping your hair. As soon as he finished cumming inside you, he pulled you off his cock. You caught your breath as Quinn gripped your hair, pulling it upward so he could give you a sloppy kiss.
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leclerc-s · 5 months
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paint the town red - part three
FERRARI IS BACK BABY!
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peter parker added 8 people
peter parker anyone have oscar piastri's number? this is for research. ALSO, CAN WE BRING BACK THE BLACK FIRE PROOFS??
carlos sainz you're a strange child.
harley keener that's what i've been saying since we met.
bianca stark-potts peter, let it go.
tony stark i don't know if it's still a joke or if you're being serious about it.
peter parker it isn't for me, it's for ned.
bianca stark-potts BULLSHIT!!
peter parker i'm in love with him, mj understands (i think)
arthur leclerc i too am in love with oscar piastri, we kissed one time. charles leclerc it was for a video, and you didn't actually kiss. arthur leclerc but i wanted too.
peter parker but think about it, i get oscar to fall madly in love with me, i take the competition out at the same time.
carlos sainz you think oscar is the only competition we have?
peter parker well no, i can send the avengers after the rest. like what’s max verstappen gonna do against black widow? or lewis hamilton against bucky barnes?
ollie bearman right i forget you people know the avengers
tony stark i am the avengers
arthur leclerc no, you’re iron man. the avengers are the entire team.
peter parker realistically speaking the only one able to take an avenger on would be toto, and i think he could only take on rocket or groot.
arthur leclerc the fucking raccoon?
peter parker he gets defensive when you call him a raccoon.
bianca stark-potts right, who gave him coffee? he only brings this type of shit up when he's had sugar.
charles leclerc it was an accident…i did not know he would get like this. and he made those eyes!
tony stark he does that a lot.
arthur leclerc one could say it was an inchident?
charles leclerc ARTHUR I SWEAR I'M GOING TO KILL YOU harley keener THIS IS GOLD!! I'VE HIT THE GOLD MINE!! ARTHUR LECLERC YOUR HAND IN MARRIAGE NOW!!
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harley keener fucking snitch, parker
bianca stark-potts peter had coffee, well if what charles drinks is even coffee. it's pure sugar.
harley keener facts.
natasha romanoff again, aren't you people supposed to be working?
harley keener considering seb and tony are busy scolding peter and charles for the coffee thing, we're good for now. also, carlos left to pick up our lunch it was his turn today.
steve rogers peter drank coffee? i thought that was banned at the paddock??
bianca stark-potts it was, but charles wasn't here the day of the wall-climbing incident. therefore he didn’t know what would happen
bucky barnes did he not know peter was spider-man?
harley keener he did because we told him, carlos, and seb first. however, we never went over the rules
sam wilson i guess it’s time to break out the peter parker handbook again
tony stark aren't you two supposed to be working? focusing on the upcoming race?
bianca stark-potts i'm trying to mass send the peter parker handbook to everyone.
harley keener i'm currently watching old C2 videos.
sam wilson lord help all the fans who are counting on you two idiots to deliver a decent car
bianca stark-potts WE BUILT A FUCKING ROCKET SHIP SAMUEL!
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BAHRAIN 2024
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scuderiaferrari CHARLES LECLERC P1! CARLOS SAINZ P2! IT'S A FERRARI 1-2 IN BAHRAIN MOTHER FUCKERS!! THAT'S HOW YOU KICK OFF A SEASON!! CONGRATS TO SIR LEWIS HAMILTON FOR HIS P3!!
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username NEVER BACK DOWN NEVER WHAT?
↳ username NEVER GIVE UP!!
username I CAN FORZA FERRARI SEMPRE AGAIN BITCHES!!
harleykeener LET'S FUCKING GO!!
↳ samwilson i never doubted you guys for a second
↳ biancastark_potts lies. slander. you said we couldn't do it.
username IS THIS WHAT RED BULL FANS FELT AFTER EVERY WIN??
↳ username you guys got luck max had a breaking issue. he ended up in 4th but next week is our week.
↳ username as a longtime tifosi, i've heard that one before
↳ username however, wishing you guys the best of luck next week.
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biancastark_potts and harleykeener posted new stories
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ferrari 1-2 here in bahrain! ferrari is back baby!
the only way to kick off a season is with a 1-2!
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SAUDI ARABIA 2024
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¡leclerc-s speaks! this is what i wish the 2024 season would look like for ferrari but who knows if we'll ever get that. on the brightside only two more races left with the sf-23 and then we can finally throw that shitbox in the trash can, where it belongs. (note: the drivers on the top tweet are as follows: lando, esteban, max, and george.)
¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!
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overnowsfcb · 3 months
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even if they talk; trent alexander-arnold smau
pairing: trent alexander-arnold x nepobaby knowles!model!reader
face claim: taylor russell
summary: people will criticize everything, but there is someone who will never fail you, and that was trent.
warnings: mostly fluff, angst (bit of hate and critics towards reader).
note: this is my first smau i hope it's not too bad! i would love to hear your thoughts or suggestions, also requests are open! — venus 🫂💐🫧
INSTAGRAM!
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trentarnold66 🤷🏽‍♂️
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user1 the best out there
user2 unreal 🔥🔥🔥
user3 let's go reds!
ynknowles congrats! is there some secret routine helping you before the game to be that amazing? 🤔
↪trentarnold66 Maybe.. But I can't share any details here 🤫
↪user4 ARE WE MISSING SOMETHING????
↪user5 whats so interesting??? share with the class????
user6 yn and trent interacting??? i- wow
↪user7 if i hadnt seen it with my own eyes id say everyones tripping
user8 are they implying something or is just me
↪user9 I THOUGHT EXACTLY THE SAME
user10 YOU BETTER EXPLAIN YOURSELF ynknowles
user11 LET HER COOK
↪user12 girl i think they've already had a feast
user13 wtf is yn doing here
↪user14 she ruins everything good
user15 i hope trent doesnt distract w this... cant even say it
↪user16 yeah we know what she did to her exes so...
↪user17 put some respect on beyoncé's daughter's name and inform yourself before talking, mind you
NEWS!
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user trent can do so much better than yn. she just wants to stay relevant
user shes using trent because she has no talents to show
user i've heard rumors about how yn's exes have ended. trent, watch your back, my man.
↪user you talk as if she murdered them??? plus she never did anything to any of her exes you're just talking bc it's free
user i just hope that trent can open his eyes asap
user what a disappointment from trent. i thought he was better than dating a spoiled kid with too much time and money in her hands
user y'all are just jealous that she has what many desire 1. money 2. fame 3. beauty 4. trent's dick
user why is everyone jumping to conclusions though? we should give them the space to tell us whenever they feel ready
user i love how haters act like they know everything about yn's life and they dont know shit
TWITTER!
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ynknowles paris you are the vibes ⭐️ so damn proud of my little blue and this mind-blowing tour, i love you momma beyonce !
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beyonce Love you endlessly, my angel. You know how much your support means to Blue. 💙
bellahadid Prettiest fairy in the world.
troyesivan mmm alright??? why are you so perfect???
user18 no trent here though 🤷‍♀️
user19 this is the confirmation about how yn just uses trent
user20 ugh. i hate these nepobabies who think the world revolves around them
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ynknowlesupdates Yn Knowles in Anfield today with friends! This is the first time we've seen her in public in three months.
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user1 i cant stand her 😒 smile or smth if youre gonna see your "boyfriend"
↪ ynfan1 if you cant stand her then poke your eyes with a spoon and dont bother 😁
ynfan2 omg this will be the first match that she attends. i hope she enjoys it!!!! (win please)
ynfan3 I MISSED HER SO MUCH IM GLAD SHES WELL
ynfan4 baby looks tired of people taking pics of her 😕 i wanna hug her
↪user2 but shes there for that??? she loves attention
↪ynfan5 or maybe just MAYBE she wants to support her boyfriend??
ynfan6 TODAY I WAS MISSING HER MORE THAN ANYTHING SHE LOVES ME
trentfan1 WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE DOING THERE?? i though we had gotten rid of her 😩
user4 if we lose today you know who is to blame...
trenfan2 over and over again i will repeat it until trent leaves her, shes with him for fame
↪ynfan7 yeah cause trent is soooo worried about what you think right???
user5 i bet shes there just for the cameras
trentfan3 yn trying to be a wag is so cute and laughable. she doesnt even measure up to the real ones.
↪user6 ikr? shes trying so hard poor girl
trentfan4 the fact that she goes with her friends 💀💀 i bet no wag would want to be seen with her
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trentarnold66 Just clever people can handle how flawless my queen is. Happy first anniversary, my love. I love you madly, always. No need to demonstrate anything on social media when we're tellin' each other how much we love at every hour. ❤️
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ynknowles i love love love you so fucking much you dont have an idea
↪trentarnold66 i love you more more more than you could imagine
ynknowles thank you for being the most perfect man ive ever known t ❤️❤️❤️❤️
↪trentarnold66 i just try my best to be on your level, lovely
beyonce You are such a gentleman, Trent! Grateful for the way you take care of my angel.
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ynfan8 A YEAR??? BUT IF WE FOUND OUT FOUR MONTHS AGO
↪trentfan5 i feel so stupid how did they hide it so well 😦😦
trentfan6 shut them up trent
trentfan7 THATS A GOOD MAN!!!! men just take notes rn
bellahadid Thank you for taking care of the purest woman in this world, Trent 💖
ynfan9 not bee and bella thanking him 🥺🥺
↪trentfan8 im gonna cry he must be so cute
↪ynfan10 no bc she surely spent some tough months with the hate towards her and he sure was the supportive boyfriend as he should 😭😭
trentfan9 WHY NO ONES TALKING ABOUT THE BATMAN KEYCHAINS???
↪ynfan11 nonononooooo i love them best couple in the world
ynfan12 the pics he takes of her, the caption, everything 😪😪😪 god send me a man like that
trentfan10 the people who said they were going too fast must be regretting it 🤭
ynfan13 im afraid we'll find out they have kids when they're in uni, lmao. happy anniversary you two!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️
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Could you make a fanfiction of when Poppy surprised Branch that she was expecting to have a baby? And they tell all their friends and family the news? How would Branch react? And how would their family and friends react to the news too? I always imagine that they're excited to become parents, and so do their loved ones!? Could you do that? I also love the idea that their little girl had blue eyes, like her father's, Branch, indigo hair, and I imagined she looked like her mother, Poppy.
Hi! I wanted to break this up into 2 parts, this first one will be the siblings’ reaction to the news - I think Branch’s deserves a separate oneshot (I can’t say when I’ll have it ready for, as I do have a couple other requests from my Inbox to fill, but I hope you enjoy!)
Taking the News (a Trolls fanfic)
“AAAIIIIIIIYYYYYYYAIIIII!!!!”
Viva’s excited scream burst through the air, the Putt Putt Queen leaping a good couple feet up in an uncontained joy. The energy only doubled once she landed, waving her hands wildly about and gushing while she paced about and spoke a mile a minute. “OMIGOSH, OMIGOSH, OMIGOSH, I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!” She zipped over to Poppy and gently patted at her belly.
“Hello in there! It’s your Auntie Viva! Oh, I just know you’re gonna be so itty, and bitty, and cutie-wootie just like your Mommy was! AND I’M SO EXCITED TO MEET YOU!”
The Pop Queen giggled at her sister. “Veevs, I’m only a couple months. I’m not even sure if they can hear you yet!”
Branch on the other hand differed on this viewpoint. “After that scream? Yeah, they probably did.” Viva grinned sheepishly when she noticed the blue Troll rub his ears.
“Oh! I’m so sorry, Branch! It’s just that this is so, SO fantast-amazing!! Actually, it’s better than fantast-amazing! It’s fantast-AMAWESOME!” She squealed and bounced off to the side, expending her energy in one of the best ways she knew how - braiding! By the time her feet were back on the ground, it was Clay who was donning a brand-new French-braided hairstyle, topped off with little bows and glitter of all sorts of colors.
Clay groaned at how silly it looked. “Viva! Why me?” he whined.
Viva sprang to his side and gave him a playful punch on the shoulder. “Because you need to stop being a serious-boy grumpy-poo and get loose! My sis is gonna be a mom!! And your brother’s gonna be a dad!!” She celebrated by grabbing Clay in a tight hug and twirling him around.
When he was released, the lime-green-Troll found himself taking her advice, forgetting all about his hair and grinning broadly at Branch.
“Congrats, bro! I’m real proud of ya!” He fist-bumped the bashful blue Troll. Branch readied himself to reply, when he suddenly heard a sniffle. It came as no surprise that the Troll who had burst into tears was none other than Floyd.
“Oh, Branch, this is such a special thing! I’m honored to be an uncle, and I’m so happy for you…” He trailed off, a sob taking place where words failed him. He easily wept into Branch’s shoulder when his younger bro pulled him in for a hug.
“Thanks. I’m pretty psyched, too,” Branch agreed, smiling as he pictured their child. What would they look like? Perhaps they’d have his dark, indigo hair and sparkling blue eyes. Or they could be all Poppy, in gorgeous appearance and stunning personality. Or maybe their kid would inherit King Peppy’s orange skin tone, or Grandma Rosiepuff’s teal button nose. Branch’s head spun with all of the possibilities, each and every one perfect and plausible, until the reality of the situation weighed down on him. Being a father was a big responsibility. A flicker of doubt seemed to flash across his face right at that moment, which did not go unnoticed by Bruce.
The purple-haired Troll approached him and patted a hand on his back. “Hey, man, I know it can seem kinda scary at first - I know I was a little nervous for my first kid - but trust me, it becomes a breeze. And when it’s not, just call me for help! I got your back, bro.” He winked at Branch, making him feel a lot better. Bruce, after all, was an experienced dad, having fathered 13 kids of his own - all of who would become cousins to the new bundle of joy entering into his life.
John Dory suddenly swept in alongside them. “And me, too!”
Branch and Bruce gave him a curious look. “Wait… John, you’re a dad?”
JD’s jaw dropped. “Uh, yeah! You forgot? Man!” He strolled over to his caterbus, Rhonda, and patted her side lovingly. “It’s okay, girly,” he cooed, “they didn’t mean to forget about you, darling. Who’s the cutest caterbussy in the whole wide world? Huh? You are!”
Rhonda trilled in appreciation at John Dory’s sappy words, while Branch exchanged a look with his other brothers. While he wanted to point out that taking care of a caterbus was not all the same as it was taking care of a little Trolling, Branch couldn’t help but feel his own bout of appreciativeness towards his bro’s offer to help. Feeling playful, he grabbed JD with one arm and noogied him with the other, the pair of them laughing by the end of it.
Poppy and Viva in the meantime were having their own share of sisterly love, hugging and shrieking, and jumping up and down over the elation of it all.
“Ohhh, I can’t wait to tell everyone!” Poppy cried. “I’m gonna tell Bridget, and Biggie, and Mr. Dinkles, and Guy Diamond, and Satin and Chenille, and - “
“And Dad!” Viva cut in with a grin.
Poppy squealed. “Oh, my gosh!”
She and Viva shouted at the same time at the top of their lungs: “DAD’S GONNA FREAK!” Both girls burst into a fit of giggles just picturing the look on the elderly king’s face once the news hit him full force.
Viva bounced up and down once again and wrangled Poppy and the boys together.
“Aw, come here, guys! Group hug!” Arms enveloped Poppy and Branch from all sides in a flurry of limbs, letting the two happy parents know that they - along with their new kiddo - were indeed loved very dearly.
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A/N: Happy Thanksgiving!!
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congrats on 1k, angel!!! 💙 so soo proud of you!
whew okay, so the way i debated between wayyy too many things for your celebration because options 😵‍💫 but we're goin with mirror sex and breath play, ily ty
Bea, I love you. Thank you so much for your kind words - I'm grateful to call you a friend! And thank you so much for your request - mirror sex and breath play with Joel Miller coming right up. I hope you love it - it's a little different to what I'd normally go for, so I'm nervous to share it, but here we go!
Pairing | Joel Miller x Female Reader
Word Count | 2k
Warnings | Explicit. 18+, Minors DNI. So, obviously we have breath play and mirror sex, there's some dirty talk, soft!Joel, some body insecurity from reader too.
Part of my 1k Smut Sensation Celebration - if you want in, check here for details - I’m accepting requests through July 15th.
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You sigh as you take in your appearance in the bedroom mirror. There was no shying away from the fact that these past months in Jackson had changed your body. No longer scrounging for twenty-year-old cans of food or going days without eating just to make sure Ellie had enough. Here there was an abundance of everything. The warm stews from the mess hall, the fresh produce you cooked in your home, the barbecue food that would sometimes appear at The Tipsy Bison, it was all having an effect. 
You’d tried to ignore the pinching of your waistband all day, had even popped the button at lunchtime and not bothered to do it back up until you have to walk back home, but as you lifted the hem of your shirt, Joel’s shirt, you could see the red lines the material had made on your skin. Doubt started to fill your mind. He’d stuck around through thick and thin with you, been there on your darkest days, and you on his, had seen your body go through far more than gaining a little weight, and still never left, but this place was different. 
You couldn’t help but think about all the women here, captivated by the broad, mysterious new man who kept to himself. You heard them whispering in the bar about everything they’d like to do to him if only he’d give them a chance. Whether they noticed you listening in or not, it didn’t matter, you knew if Joel ever tired of you, he’d have the pick of the bunch. 
You can feel the tears building behind your eyes, willing yourself to swallow them down before you lose control, when you feel that familiar, strong pair of arms encircle your waist. Automatically you mold into his frame, letting him nuzzle into the crook of your neck, he’s an observant man though, he knows something is wrong. 
“What’s wrong, sugar?” You’ll never tire of that Southern drawl in your ear. 
“It’s stupid.” You mumble, trying to turn in his arms, he’s keeping you exactly where you are though. 
“Ain’t stupid if you’re upset,” He presses the softest of kisses to your cheek, “Tell me.” 
“Jeans don’t fit.” You murmur, hoping that he won’t force you to repeat it, forgetting that he is actually pretty deaf these days. 
“Huh?” Yep. Deaf as a doornail. 
“I said,” You clear your throat, tears threatening to spill again, “My jeans don’t fit anymore.” 
You can feel his breath exhaling deeply through his nostrils once he hears you, his arms bringing you closer, fitting tighter around your middle. 
“That ain’t a bad thing, baby,” He muses, kissing the soft skin behind your ear, “Mean’s you’re alive, mean’s we’re livin’, properly now.” 
“I know,” You whine, wriggling your body to try and get him to change the subject, “I just….” 
“Just what?” He’s kissing down your neck now, “You gotta tell me what’s wrong, baby, else I can’t help.” 
“Worried,” You sigh, mainly from frustration, but also from the sensation of his hot mouth on your skin, “Worried you won’t like me anymore.” 
He movement of his mouth stops dead, pulling away from you, but keeping his arm tight around your middle, “Did I just hear you right, baby?” He asks, “Worried I won’t like you anymore?” 
You nod silently, meeting his eyes in the mirror. He’s watching you intently in the reflection, taking one of his big palms from your middle to take your chin in his grip, “Look at yourself,” He commands, “You don’t see what I see?” 
“I guess not?” You shrug, not being able to shake your head through his grip on your chin. 
“Sugar,” He breathes, “I could never not want this face,” He’s let go of your chin and is instead trailing his fingers lightly over your cheeks, “The way your cheeks have gone plump, and that little dimple you get here,” He presses his finger right where he’s talking about, “Whenever you smile, you drive me crazy baby.” 
Then he’s letting his other arm drop from your middle, placing a hand on either of your shoulders, teasing his fingers lightly down the skin of your arms until your flesh is erupting in goosebumps, even through the material of his flannel that you’re wearing. Once he’s trailed his hands back up to your shoulders, he’s unbuttoning the shirt, slowly but surely, and then dragging it off your frame, leaving you in just your bra and jeans. 
This is the sight you hate. The way your tummy spills over the top of the waistband, the way the bra is definitely too small to comfortably do up in the back, causing little rolls of skin to spear, bunching around the material. 
“Stop thinkin’ and listen to me,” He murmurs, back at your ear now, hands reaching around you to cup your breasts through your bra, “Always loved these,” His hot mouth is back to pressing kisses on the skin behind your ear, “Ain’t ever gonna complain about them getting bigger.” He’s firm in his squeeze which has you tipping your head back, pushing your chest further into his palms, but he’s already moving on. 
His fingertips are gently running down your sides and over the curve of your waist, your body jolting when his touch borders on tickling, until he’s reaching around and undoing the button of your jeans and pulling the zipper down. There’s an instant relief, but you can see those damn red marks again. 
“You see this?” He’s looking at you in the mirror again, urging your eyes to look at his hands where they are on your hips, “My favourite place to rest my hands, when I’m grabbin’ you in the kitchen to move you outta the way, or helpin’ you bounce on my cock.” 
The utter filth mixed with the sweet sentiment have arousal pooling between your legs, you can already feel the need to rub your thighs together for a second of relief. You always wonders how he does this – takes the things you think are your biggest flaws and makes them seem so insignificant, but in the best way possible. 
His hands skin the waistband of your jeans, hands slipping beneath the denim to grip the globes of your ass, “Do I need to say anythin’ about this, baby?” He asks, “Think you know exactly what I think about this peach.” 
He’s right. You know it’s always been one of his favourite parts of you. The way his eyes would trail over you when you bent over when you were out on the road. The way he pulled at your hips to pull you closer into his body whenever he slept behind you. The way he would bring a hard palm down on the skin when he was fucking into you from behind or give it a playful swat whenever he walked past. The way he would grip onto it, much like he was now, when he would kiss you. He needn’t elaborate this time. 
He shucks your jeans and underwear down to your ankles, guiding you to step out of them, before he makes quick work of unclipping your bra. You’re fully naked now, a sight you don’t think you’ve seen from yourself in many years. You want to shy away from it, want to pick apart the scars across your body, the added weight to your thighs and stomach. But when Joel is stood behind you, looking into your eyes in the mirror like he just won the lottery, it all inconsequential. None of it matters anymore. Because he was right. This means you’re alive, and you’re happy. You’ve got the man you always wanted to worship the ground you walk on. So what if you needed to go to the outfitters tomorrow for a new pair of jeans?
You meet Joel’s eyes in the reflection, noticing how your own eyes darken with lust at the same time his do, “You’re wearing far too many clothes, Joel Miller.” You whisper, voice low and husky. 
You place a palm on the glass, leaning yourself forward. Your ass presses only momentarily into his crotch, before he’s pulling away and practically ripping his own clothes off. He’s naked and behind you in what feels like seconds. His calloused fingers are reaching around and slipping through your folds, dipping down to your entrance, where he finds you slick. 
“Mama…..” He breathes, the term of endearment making you blush, “So wet and ready for me.” 
“Always Joel.” You breathe as he brings those soaked fingers up to play with your clit.
You push yourself back into him, chasing his thick cock. You’re aching for him, always are. 
“Look at yourself,” He’s saying, “Watch yourself when I give you my cock.” 
You do exactly as he says, eyes on your own in the reflection as you feel him line himself up with your slick sex. 
“I’ll spend the rest of my life tellin’ you just how beautiful I think you are, sugar,” He says, hand resting at your throat as he slides his cock into your aching cunt, “Gonna love you regardless of how many new pairs of jeans you might need, you hear me?”
You don’t answer straight away, overwhelmed as always by the way he’s stretching you open as he works himself into your pussy to the hilt. You’d never watched yourself like this and it’s almost like you’re having an out of body experience. You know the girl in front of you, with her mouth hanging open and her eyes glazed over is you and you know the man grunting behind you with his cock finally sheathed in your cunt is Joel, but it doesn’t seem real somehow. 
“Gotta answer me baby,” He speaks as he draws his cock from you almost all the way, “Only gonna give it to you if you answer.” 
“Yes Joel…” You whine, and you’re rewarded with his cock slamming back into you. 
He sets that pace, one hand pressed firmly at your pussy, working at your clit, the other at the base of your throat where he squeezes every now and then. You’ve seen Joel in a thousand circumstances where he’s had his hand around someone’s throat before. None of them have ever ended well for the other party. He could snap you in half like a twig if he wanted, but the way he rests his hand, squeezing just enough to cut your air for seconds before he releases, does nothing but thrill you. It sends shocks down your spine, straight to your pussy. You can feel how wet you are, you can hear it as he stuffs you with his length. 
You can see him in the mirror, and the visual is obscene. His teeth sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, the way his eyes are focused on the place where you’re joined together. You’re reveling in watching his fingers work your clit and you can feel that telltale coil in your belly start to unravel.  
“Joel – fuck – don’t stop, I’m gonna….” 
“Watch yourself,” He demands again, squeezing the hand at your throat, tilting your chin ever-so-slightly so you’re watching, his fingers rub a few more times over your clit before you’re letting go, “See how fucking pretty you look when I make you come, baby?” 
There are no words at this point. Your legs are threatening to fail you, all you can feel is the way he’s hitting that sweet spot inside of you, repeatedly. All you can hear is his skin slapping against yours, your moans and groans combining. Then, just like he always does in this position, he’s pulling himself from your clenching walls and fisting his own cock. You hear him first, the low growl you’ve come to know and love, then you feel it, the warm ropes of cum spilling over the cheeks of your ass and dripping down your thighs. 
You’re both quiet for a moment, respectively trying to catch your breath, before he’s wrapping his arms around your waist and dragging you backwards to the bed. He throws you down on the sheets, a surprise yelp leaving your mouth. 
“Joel, the sheets!” You exclaim, “We just changed them, now they’re going to be covered.” 
“Don’t care,” He grumbles, dropping to his knees in front of you, dragging you forward by an ankle, “Wanna eat this perfect pussy, make you forget everything, so all you’ll know is my name and what this mouth feels like.”  
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ncteez · 2 years
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the one where your best friend gifts you an entire man, and that man just so happens to be in high demand for everyone but you, until now at least.
ao3 | m.list | minors dni! | if you read it, reblog it.
requested by anon: “I don’t like getting off on my own.” + “No one’s ever touched fucked me like this,”
wordcount― 10.3k
pairing― stripper!Jeno x afab reader
content― switch jeno, rich/lonely reader, jeno gets kinda in a weird headspace after he cums lmao
note― congrats, you are witnessing the fact that i cannot defend that this is basically smut from start to finish. theres a lil bit of sugar baby jeno at the end tho so...um, also there's probably so many typos and way too many commas in this but to be fair i was in horny jail and just fucking going.
smut tags under cut:
smut tags: masturbation, jeno goes from having the power to releasing it to you completely, its very chaotic, stripping kind of, hand job, finger fucking, choking, sensitivity, edging but it’s his own fault, jeno talks a lot until he can’t anymore, titty sucking :D, protected sex
It was a gift, or rather, he was the gift. A down payment of $600 told you enough about the man who offers his services to lonely, sad, rich women who had no one to spend their money on. Your best friend had been taunting you with the idea for months. Since she heard of the infamous Jeno actually, even more so after she experienced him herself. She has mentioned how clean he is, how toned he is, how well he moves his body, how he teases just enough, and how he looks better in heels than she does herself.
You still can’t fully take that last part seriously. A male stripper in heels? Must cost extra for those who like that sort of thing, which is very clearly your best friend. Noted. Regardless, she had mentioned whispers from the elite women she associates with that sometimes he even gives an extra treat with his services, free of charge. What that treat is, neither of you know, but the implications are damning.
Even with all of the information being dangled in front of your face, presented as if the image should be more delicious than the century-old wine you have every night at dinner, you’re not interested. For the entire duration of her praising this all-amazing stripper, it hasn’t interested you. There’s shit to do and life to worry about, constantly actually. So, naturally, when she appears at your doorstep with an envelope in hand and yet another expensive bottle of champagne, you were wondering if you forgot your birthday because it wouldn’t be the first time.
She hadn’t pushed past you to come inside, she didn’t say a word actually, which was suspicious but kind of appreciated. Upon opening the small gift, it appears that she, herself, had dropped that $600 down payment in an attempt to force you out of being the stick in the mud that you are. The note states the date and time, which, curse her for knowing your schedule so well, and the demand that it’s your job to tip him and pretend to have some inkling of an interest.
So now, here you are. Waiting for that knock on your door and wondering why you even tried to look nice for a man coming to swing his meat in your face. Fucking unbelievable, you think, that there is a stripper out there that only does private parties, and your own best friend thinks you need it? You could have any dick you want, why the fuck should you have to pay just to look?
Surely, this man is expecting more than just you, alone on your couch with a sound system beyond his wildest dreams, one that you’ve only ever utilized when you need to watch a youtube tutorial on how to clean your windows the way the cleaner does. Surely, he’s expecting more than a woman who isn’t interested at all in this.
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          To your dismay, Jeno appears to have already been told that you’re a nightmare to fluster or gain interest from. The first words he says to you when you open the door for him is, “She said you’d give me that look.” Still, even so, Jeno saunters in like he owns the place, and you can immediately tell he’s done this probably hundreds of times before. He appears comfortable in a place he’s never been, in a home probably much nicer than his own, finding his way to where his stage should be for the night.
“Big place. Looked smaller on the outside.” He says to your silence, looking around and placing his bag beside your couch.
“The smaller the better, sometimes it feels too big in here for just me.” You admit, watching him curiously as he pulls wires from his bag.
“Must get lonely.” Jeno shrugs, eyeing how stiff you are as he unravels his chords. “And, I assume, this is why I am being paid to be here.”
“This wasn’t my idea. Just so you’re aware.” You cross your arms, unimpressed by the man already.
“I was told that I need to show you a good time, I already knew you were new to this kind of thing.” He smiles, continuing to set up. “Besides, first-timers are my favorite to entertain.”
          Curiosity spikes again, only for a moment though. You really did think that the initial meeting would be different, less casual, even. Wasn’t he supposed to pretend to be a cop or something? Showing up and pressing play on a magical-appearing stereo that bumps the worst of music before gyrating at you? Instead, he’s here setting up and surprisingly, fully clothed in a tacky and ratty sweater with jeans that hug against his thighs. He doesn't appear at all to be a man that gets paid to take his clothes off for lonely hearts. You kind of want to ask him questions, but also you don’t think you should be learning more about him considering that’s not why he’s in your living room right now.
“Do you have mood lighting or are we doing this in morgue lighting?” He casually asks after plugging his laptop into your sound system and placing it on one of the various shelves. It almost makes you laugh.
You make your way to the wall, clicking the buttons on the panel to show him the various lighting options this room offers that you very rarely use.
“Perfect, that one.” He says from across the room, focusing his eyes from his laptop screen to you and your extravagant light switch. “A little lower.” He guides, knowing which lighting accentuates his toned body the best. You turn the nob a bit for him, wondering just how good he must be at dancing for women with houses like this.
“A little more.” He smiles.
          You dim the lighting just a smidge more, looking at him and the way he genuinely seems to be at ease.
“Right there.” He says in a gentler tone before focusing his eyes back on his laptop.
          You watch him tap his fingers across the keyboard, gliding around the little touchpad, and then, as if he’s the one who owns this house, he takes a step back and walks to your couch.
“Come sit, I’ll go get myself ready.” He smiles over at you as he pats the cushions. “Which way is the bathroom?”
Without a care in the world, you point towards the bathroom and decide he doesn’t need help getting there. Most people would be petrified of a strange man in their home, wandering the halls with the ability to come upon any room with unprotected goods. If he’s a thief of any kind, you can replace pretty much everything you own anyway. You don’t care.
Once he rounds the corner and you can hear the bathroom door close, you make your way to the couch and attempt to make yourself comfortable. Despite the countless naps you’ve had here on this plush and soft surface, you can’t bring yourself to find comfort sitting here right now. You’re curious about Jeno, yes, of course, you are. You’re curious about how much money he makes doing this, if he likes doing it, how he got started, what he does to advertise, and many other countless things, but you’re not entirely curious about how he does it. Sure, he’s attractive. Hot as hell, actually, but that doesn’t mean you should have to pay for attention from a man.
It almost feels like an insult from your best friend. Does she genuinely think you couldn’t go out right now and bag a man? Is this fun for her? A hobby, maybe?
“You overthink too much,” she always says to you, and yeah, perhaps she’s right. Maybe, since it’s going to happen anyway, you should at least try to enjoy it.
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          Jeno stays in the bathroom for a good thirty or so minutes, and each of those minutes was like a nightmare in your head. You were back and forth between not wanting to be in this situation, to fighting yourself for being such a fucking bore. A very attractive man is preparing himself for you to look at. He’s going to come out here and do his best to turn you on, the least you can do is let yourself enjoy it. The very least you can do is tip him well and rub one out later after he’s gone and you’re on the verge of jumping out a window because you never make time to fuck.
          Fucking thankfully, the moment he comes out of the bathroom your brain adjusts itself into the right mind-state. You actually can’t look away from him even if you tried when he reveals himself. He isn’t dressed in anything that looks cheap, tacky, or even overly sexual. If anything, he looks expensive. Jeno genuinely looks like this is a place where he belongs.
          You can physically feel yourself react to him in his blazer and dress pants. Business is what got you to where you are today, but never have you found it sexy in any way, until now, at least. The suit looks much like what your team would wear in your company, shyly coming into your office and stuttering through their questions and need for approvals. Jeno isn’t stuttering in his suit though. He’s standing confidently at his laptop as if he hadn’t even noticed you staring yet.
          God, the way his abs were glistening in the dim lighting before he had turned away from you. The way the belt held his pants on his hips, begging to be unbuckled, the way the blazer widened his shoulders much better than his sweater from before. The smell that wafted off him was even prettier when paired with the image of him. He smelled like a sweet type of musk, something you’d be interested in drinking alongside your dinner on special occasions maybe. Assuming that scent is the reason his abs were fucking shining. Fucking body oil. He uses body oil.
          When he turns to face you again, this time with the bass of whatever song he had chosen to play accentuating each of his steps towards you, your cheeks start to heat up. He hasn’t rolled his body once and you’re already feeling like you could eat him alive, with the smirk on his face leading your eyes down to his neck, chest, abs, and that fucking belt.
“Good?” He asks, leaning over you and placing his arms on either side of you, gripping the back of the couch.
          Jeno can already tell that you’re going to be fun to play with. Such a harsh exterior from the beginning. To be fair, he was warned and prepared by your friend, which happens to be his newest client who tipped him more than anyone before.
          You nod to him, still eyeing his body in a shameful show of how much you did need this. What’s so bad about paying to look when he’s presenting himself like this?
“Rule number one,” He smiles, swaying in front of you and keeping his grip on the couch, mostly so that way you feel trapped and, hopefully, mesmerized by him. “I only accept bills of twenty, fifty, and one hundred. If you give me a fucking dollar, I’m leaving.”
          That’s not a problem because, despite your internal protests, you had only pulled out the bigger bills anyway. You nod to him, watching the way his hips start to swirl, too afraid to look up at his face because you know he’s looking down at you, intensely, probably.
“Rule number two.” He leans down, lowering his voice and blowing against your ear in a short breath. “Don’t touch me without asking.”
          You almost wanted to reach out immediately to touch him. You wanted to feel how slick that body oil was on him. You wanted the scent on your fingers for later. Mostly, you wanted to feel how warm he must be.
          This time he doesn’t wait for you to nod, because he can already see that familiar look on your face that he gets from most of his clients. This is why he’s so in demand.
“Rule number three.” He continues, pulling back and this time positioning his face in front of yours because this one is the most important. This one he needs you to look at his face rather than his body. “I won’t touch you unless ask me to.”
          What you’re not realizing at this moment is that rule number three isn’t one he often states. Sometimes, very rarely, Jeno is in a mood when he goes out on a job. He always has condoms with him just in case, but never intends to use them until meeting said client. She’s paying to look at him, not to touch him. If she piques his interest, he offers a third rule. If a client never hears of the third rule, they know that even if they ask to touch him, he wouldn’t allow it.
          Besides, the only reason he took so long in your bathroom is that his hand, for some reason, felt so good against his cock for the split second he had of tucking it into the most attractive position. He knew instantly that tonight was one of those nights, and hopefully, you take the bait.
          When you swallow and look him dead in the eye, he thinks you know what it means. He feels lucky that his cock is acting up. Lucky that your friend brought him to your attention, lucky that you’re looking so pretty and already so flustered by just looking at him.
          “Deal?” He finally says, tilting his head a bit and waiting for you to nod.
          You nod slowly, glancing down at his body again. He can tell you want him to start moving now, really moving.
“Is the song okay?” He asks, pulling back and bracing himself still against the back of your couch. “It was picked specifically for you.”
          You’re not entirely sure what he means by that, but you assume your friend must have told him what she thinks you like.
“It’s good,” You say, glancing away from his eye contact and suddenly feeling like a love-sick puppy in the way you feel so incredibly fucking shy right now by this man.
          He notes that you didn’t ask what he meant by the song being picked for you, but he doesn’t push it. He’s better at talking with his body anyway.
          Jeno begins to focus now, opting to start slowly and work his way up, specifically to work you up. He backs himself away from the couch, centering himself in your living room as he closes his eyes and stretches his arms up to loosen his body a bit more. Most of his clients love to see the way his muscles move as he stretches, so he hopes you’re of the same mind.
          This entire playlist is one he picks for clients like you. The ones he intends to let see all of him if they ask. The music is slow, the bass is strong, and each beat runs through his body in a way that makes him feel like he can move like he’s fucking you from across the room without so much as a touch.
          He’s at his best when this sort of thing happens inside of him, the eye contact is more intense, his hips are more pointed at a reason other than payment, and he feels his most attractive like this too.
          You’re sitting painfully stiff across from him on that couch, and he can’t help but keep a smirk plastered on his face for how lucky his other clients would think you are experiencing him like this for your first time of all things. He’s never attempted this with a new client, but god, look at you.
          His hips move on their own for the most part, he doesn’t have to think much when he’s getting into it. Jeno easily dances along to the music for you, not yet removing any amount of clothing. It’s the build-up for him, and he thinks it may be that for you too. Though, of course, if he leaves your house tonight with tips in his pockets and a hard, untouched cock, that’s fine too.
          You watch him, seeing the way the dim lighting of the room accentuates each little dip and rise against his chest and abdomen. He’s well-defined, with an immaculate body for this line of work. You find yourself understanding why he’s so favored in the group of lonely women.
          As the song begins to fade, Jeno appears to readjust himself. He watches you during the brief silence, a sort of fondness in his eyes making you wonder if he’s looking at you or if he does this for everyone. It felt intimate, and not at all like the silence needed to be filled with anything other than eye contact.
          For him though, a woman has never met his eye between songs. Usually, their eyes are glued to his chest, cock, hands, and neck– never his eyes. When the next song begins, he closes a bit of distance and skews his body so that you’re now watching him in profile.
          In some way, you have him feeling a bit flustered in the way you keep meeting his eye despite his body making a show for you. He’s never had to act with his face more than he has at this moment when he’s dropping to his knees during a bass drop, thrusting his hips forward in an attempt to make you imagine yourself bent over on the floor in front of him, you’re still searching his face.
          Only glancing down for a moment, he finds himself flicking his own eyes down, trying to guide yours somewhere else. He knows his job is to be looked at, to be seen, but this is far too seen for his liking, but when you gasp as his motions, skewing your mouth open slightly and gripping the hem of your dress, he realizes.
          The fact that this is your first time doing this is one thing, but the way you are experiencing it appears to be new ground for him. Typically, he speaks with his body, and it appears that now, he needs to portray some form of sexuality to you with his eyes. So, he does what you’re supposed to be doing.
          You watch him intently, not fully realizing that you’re not even watching him fuck the air in front of him. His eyes move from yours once again, this time to your body. He watches the way your fingers grip the fabric of the dress he would like to see somewhere on the floor later. He watches the way you slightly rub your legs together, almost too easy to miss. That alone was enough for him as his eyes bore holes into you, much like you should be doing to him.
          Jeno’s dancing turns more intentional, when he leans back on his arms, throwing his head back but keeping his eyes on you, he tries to show you what he would do to you specifically. You glance at his hips and the way he rolls them up, not even to the beat of the song.
          His blazer begins to slide off his shoulders by this point, and he continues his movements, watching the way your eyes take in the sight of his skin becoming more and more visible, you’re fighting now to keep eye contact as you stare at the way his abs flex when he presses forward. It’s a shame you’re not seeing his cock grow beneath his pants, honestly.
          With his blazer now pooled at his wrists, he finally pulls his eyes from you to try and regain his focus. He wants you so bad right now, and it’s bullshit because you’re supposed to be the one thinking like this for him. He can see that his movements are causing a reaction for you, but god, he’s practically masturbating himself against the inseam of his pants just to get you to say something to him.
          It’s time to turn it up a notch, the current song is soon to be replaced with another. His favorite song to dance to, his favorite song to fuck to. Because to be fair, by the time it hits the third song on this specific list, usually his clients are already shaking under him. Not you though, you’re holding yourself back, he can fucking see it.
          Ignoring the fact that it’s technically not time for him to move on to his next move-set, he leaves his blazer on your floor as he positions himself back on his knees, turning towards you this time and looking you straight in the eye. The fact that he’s hard and horny is enough to bring his confidence up enough to be seen in any way you’re looking at him.
          He’s slow when he does it, crawling a few steps closer to you. You watch his shoulders move in the light, his eyes dark, and his hair starting to fall from its perfected position. You don’t mean to, but you rub your legs together in a more obvious way at seeing him in front of you, coming towards you in such a way.
          Jeno looks smaller when he’s on his hands and knees, eyes looking up at you as if he could eat you whole. You wonder if your face reads the same for him, and nervousness begins to hit you again.
“You’re hot when you look down at me like that.” He says out of nowhere through the music, stopping in place and planting himself right at your feet. “I’d like to touch you for this next song, is that okay?”
          Never mind the fact that Jeno has never asked to touch a client before. He’s never had to ask. He can’t help it though; it doesn’t hurt to try right? Because his cock is aching in his pants, and he isn’t quite ready to wait for an entire two more songs to get them off just for you to see that he’s very much wanting to fuck you right now.
          On the other hand, you were so fucking fast to accept. Yes, yes, he can touch you. You want him to touch you. The entire idea that he’s just doing his job is so far in the back of your mind right now that you almost forget that he probably does this to most of the women he’s paid to see. Quite frankly, you don’t give a fuck.
          Jeno smiles at you as the current song finally begins to fade out. The silence is back and this time, you’re not looking into his eyes when you nod at him.
          He’s slow when he places his hands on your knees, rubbing up, up, up, until he’s able to lift himself from his knees and hover over you. Did he intentionally push your dress up your thighs? Yes. He wanted to see you rub them together in full shameless view for him. He wanted to know what his body does to you. Jeno stands hovering over you for a moment, hands staying on your thighs as he stares down at them as you do just as expected. For a moment, he forgets he’s supposed to be dancing for you, hell, he’s already shirtless and covered in oil.
“I’m going to get on top of you, okay?” He explains, removing his hands from your thighs and now gripping the back of the couch again as he did before.
“Do you do this for all of your clients?” You ask with a smile, suddenly and intensely into the man spreading his legs to prop himself up on your laugh.
          He shakes his head with a laugh, grabbing your hands and placing them on his chest.
“You can touch me, by the way.” He foregoes his own rule, not wanting to wait any longer for you to ask him yourself. “Just pull away if you don’t want to.” He adds, guiding your hands over his chest and down his abdomen.
“You didn’t answer my question–” You interrupt him, feeling your pussy drip against the fabric of your panties.
          He chuckles sweetly, stopping your hands at his abs and holding them there.
“No,” He admits, beginning to focus on the music now that he’s got your hands on him. “I don’t do this for all of my clients.” He adds, swirling his hips as he hovers over you, and avoiding eye contact.
“Oh, yeah?” You nervously chuckle back, feeling his muscles move beneath your hand as he thrusts his hips forward and back.
“You know,” He suddenly says, guiding your hands a bit lower. You feel the cold metal of his belt buckle against your palm. You think he’s going to stop there, like maybe this is just something he does to amp up the show or something, but no. He drags your hand down further until you feel the fabric of his pants rubbing harshly against it.  
          Your pulse begins to ring in your ears as you avoid looking to where your hand is right now, taking in a deep breath and shooting your gaze up to his. He’s not looking at you though. Jeno has dropped his head, staring at where he’s got your hand, and his hips are dancing into it, against it.
“I’ve never gotten this hard over a client that doesn’t want me.” He admits shamefully in a pathetic little laugh, bucking against your palm again to the beat of the song. “I can’t tell if I’m doing my job well enough,”
          You continue to watch him, and then you finally look at your hand. The sheer size of him rubbing against you is…it’s something entirely different than what you were expecting from this man. It feels forbidden; it feels wrong but goddamn. The man is masquerading his dancing so he can fuck himself against your hand right now.
“You’re doing so well, Jeno,” You finally say to him. The first compliment you’ve given him since he got here.
“Oh yeah?” He questions, lifting his head to meet your eyes again. “Unbuckle my pants then.”
          Despite this being a part of his job, he’s feeling a little desperate for you to do something on your own now, even if he has to tell you to do it.
“Show me how well I’m doing for you,” He raises his brows, now removing his hands from yours and running them up his chest. His hips continue to move on you, and he watches you as you hold your hand in place. “Come on, you don’t have to be shy, baby, I saw the way you were squeezing your thighs earlier.”
          Like a book, the two of you read the other at this moment. You’re not a woman of many words and he seems to understand that now, taking your single compliment and running with it. You do as he says, unbuckling his buckle and pulling it from his pants.
“Keep that with you,” He stresses, pressing his hips forward again as he continues his dance.
          Placing the belt beside you, you honestly have no idea what the fuck you’re doing, but you like it. You reach back to unbutton the pants, unzipping them just moments later. Then you still your hands, looking up at him with a curious face.
“Take it out, go on.” He says, “You know you can pull away if you don’t want to do anything, I’m not forcing anything. I’m asking.”
          You don’t even nod or pull your eyes away from him, knowing that you’re about to touch his bare cock as he sits spread across your lap. A lewd scene, one that feels both more intimate than you’ve ever been with another person, and also nowhere near as intimate as you need it to be.
          Jeno looks at you, so much eye contact becoming more and more comfortable for him as he learns what you seem to like. He can feel his cock spring free, the cool air rushing past his shaft and causing him to shiver on top of you. He still only looks at you during this moment, wondering why you’ve let your hands fall to his thighs until he sees that look in your eye again. You’re waiting to be told what to do. For some reason, he keeps forgetting that you’ve never had a stripper in your home before, let alone be seduced by one.
“Touch me,” He says gently, reaching back down to your hands and urging you to grab his cock. “You don’t have to move, I can do the rest–” He chokes out a groan mid-sentence feeling you grasp him in your fist with little effort or fear behind your eyes.
          Such a silent woman beneath him. He can only read you in specific moments, which is kind of nice. You’re hesitant but willing, and he wonders if he will get to actually touch more of you after this.
          Your hand is wrapped around his cock when he focuses his hips. He dances like he normally would for any woman during this song, it just so happens that he blatantly pretends to fuck to this song, because usually, he is fucking to this song. So, his dance is nothing short of fucking your fist. Still, he tries to keep up the act. He keeps his face intense, moving his shoulders and arms as if it’s easy for him not to turn the tables and position you so that your leg is on his shoulder and he’s rubbing his cock against your, hopefully, dripping panties.
          A struggle especially when you tighten your grip on him. He can see your pupils blow out, and he can see the way you’d probably ask for him to touch you much like he did, so he slows his hips a bit, intentionally thrusting slowly into your fist and holding back his own moans of pleasure.
“Sorry,” he says, trying to act as though he can’t see the look in your eyes and how it’s changed since he started dancing. “I don’t like getting off on my own.” He adds, now allowing his hips to still just to see if you’d pull your hand back.
          You don’t move your hand away, to his surprise, you are actually starting to move your fist on him.
“That’s good,” He groans, looking down at your hand. “It feels good,” He shakes a bit, shivering at the fact that you’re jerking him off now. “Can I stop pretending that I’m dancing for you now?”
          You chuckle at him, nodding with a confident sort of smile. It hit you quickly when you watched him chase his pleasure using your hand. He’s so hard and so incredibly thick, you’d be stupid if it didn’t turn you on. You’ve barely said anything to him and he’s begging for you to look at him, watch him, touch him. You feel powerful, and you’re used to that. It feels like everything has fallen into place despite this situation being far outside of your comfort zone. You’re finding similarities. Men beneath you, begging for your money, giving you all of their attention, apologizing for normal human errors. So, what if Jeno didn’t beg for your money, he’s begging for your hands on him practically, and apologizing for asking you to do it.
“No,” You say, and you can see the shock on his face. “Keep dancing, it’s what you’re being paid to do.”
          Jeno’s eyes kind of fall now as he nods his head. You almost feel his cock falter at the same time, but you move your hand a bit faster, urging him to do whatever it is that’s on his mind. You want to see if he will actually do as he’s told because you’re the one with the money.
          He does his best, and honestly, his best far surpasses some of the most notable dancers on the market in his opinion. It’s just a bit hard to continue this act when you’re gripping his cock in such a beautiful way.
“You’re not going to ask me to touch you more?” He asks meekly, almost as if he’s hiding his face from you now.
          You smile in response, pupils blown enough so that you can swallow each movement his body makes as he reluctantly moves to the beat. Honestly, your ears are ringing, and you don’t think you’ve heard a single lyric from the music playing since he placed your hands on him, but you think that should be a given.
“No wonder she liked you so much.” You start to speak, now loosening your grip on him just to see him frantically chase the warmth of the little circle your hand makes for him.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asks slightly out of breath. “You thought, I let her get me off like this?”
          It almost pisses him off that you’d say such a thing to him, but then again, he didn’t exactly tell you that this situation is reserved for very few people.
“You’re talking a lot of shit for someone who couldn’t even look at me properly less than thirty minutes ago.”
          You skew an eyebrow at him, watching him fight for control as he pulls his hips back and shuffles back onto his feet. You glance down at his cock and the way it stands painfully erect and twitching at the sudden lack of friction.
“You’re talking a lot of shit for a man who needs to cum.”
          He stills himself, a blank expression turning to that of a devilish smile, eyes narrowing as he leans over you.
“Are you suggesting that you’ll make me cum if I stop talking?”
          You smile, spreading your legs a bit and feeling the stickiness that has formed between them as he was on top of you.
“You know,” You mock him slightly, watching his eyes glue themselves to your thighs. You make a show to spread your legs a bit for him. “She told me that some clients have gotten special treatment from you, I wasn’t expecting that they were the ones getting you off.”
          Honestly, it’s like he hit the fucking jackpot with you. Challenging him, mocking him with his cock out in front of you. If you so much as wiggled your pussy in front of him, he would instantly be back on his knees, letting you soak his face in whatever way you please.
“Go on, dance.” You say, “You’re still wearing your pants.”
          It’s almost like a game now, he feels. You know he’s trying to seduce you and it seems you’re enjoying the fact that you haven’t let him yet. He knows that you intend to let him, so yeah, fuck yeah, he’s going to play along.
          He raises a brow at you as he steps back, trying to ignore the fact that his cock is aching to be touched again. You still want your show? Good. He’ll fucking give you a show.
          Jeno does as he’s told, keeping his eyes on you the entire time. He watches the way your legs spread when he rubs his hands down his naked chest, straight down to his cock where he only briefly tugs at himself. He can almost see under your dress when you do it, but the lighting is far too dim to see what his act is doing to you just yet.
          When he saunters behind you, dipping his head by your neck and whispering the dirtiest part of the song into your ear, he can see your sharp intake of air, and he watches the way your breasts move with your chest as you do it.
          He stays behind you now, ghosting his hands over your neck, moving down your arms, and then to your chest. He doesn’t touch, because you still haven't asked yet, but he knows the hovering alone is enough. It’s like he can feel the electricity beneath his fingers clash with whatever you’re radiating back at him.
He continues to sing against your ear, leaning further forward to plant his hands on your thighs again because that’s the one spot you already let him touch.
“Spread your legs for me.” He gently demands between lyrics.
          Jeno watches for a moment from behind you, pressing his cock against the back of the couch the moment he sees your legs fall open. Your dress is hiked up past your waist now, enough that he can at least see a glimpse of the skin closest to your pussy.
“Ask me to touch you.” He says against your ear, trailing his fingers up your thighs enough to where he would need you to tell him to stop otherwise. “I just need to know that you want it.”
          It’s silent save for the music playing, and his cock is aching so badly by this point that each time he rubs against the couch he’s almost breaking down to fucking beg you to let him touch you. That alone could make him cum, but god, you’re so good at playing hard to get even if it’s blatantly obvious that he’s already got you. You’re fucking playing with him, and he can’t decide if he loves it or hates it. Your silence is so damning to his dripping cock, and his skin feels so hot right now that he’s almost forgotten that he was paid to be doing anything that’s not this.
“I’m not asking for it.” You finally say, breathing in deep by the way his hands keep rubbing higher and higher, to the point that it’s genuinely difficult to not ask for it. “I want to be the one granting permission, Jeno.” You lean your head back and rest it against the cushions of the couch, and he instantly moves from your neck to look down at you.
“Oh.” He says, having no issue at all to be the one to ask, beg, plead, or cry. Whatever it takes to get a feel of you.
          Another long moment of eye contact has him trailing his hands higher than before, almost to the point that there’s no skin on your thighs to touch that isn’t your panty line or pussy.
“Can I?” He asks, leaning down a bit closer so that his face is mere inches from yours. “Will you take my fingers?”
          You could mistake this distance as something that should be closed between the two of you. Barely hearing his question at this moment, the only thing you want is to kiss him, and it hit you so fucking fast that you almost forgot he’s doing anything you ask of him.
“Come again?” You smile, blinking up at him.
          He breathes in, giving you the same smirk that appears on his face each time you entertain him a bit too much.
“Will you take my fingers?” He asks again, this time already moving his hands to trace up your panties and feeling the wetness seep through onto his fingertips. “You’re already dripping baby; I can imagine they’d slide right in.”
          Typically, you wouldn’t like being called that, but he’s done it twice now and each time it had your stomach in knots over it. His voice sounds like honey when he says it to you, and his darkened eyes only made it feel like there was some sort of desperation behind it. Finally, you press your hips up against his fingers.
“I’ll make you feel so good–” He continues, tracing his fingers up and down just to feel the sticky mess that’s there for him and him alone. “Moving your hips isn’t an answer though, baby.”
          You swear he can read your mind, there’s no fucking way he would say it like that without knowing how you just internally admitted to liking it.
“Yes,” You let out shortly, darting your eyes away from him.
          You can hear him release a breathy laugh and lay his head back beside your neck. His soft singing picks back up as he solely intends to listen to you now more than the music. He continuously presses his cock against the couch, holding his hips in place as he tenses his muscles throughout the time he’s spent in this position.
          Your hips lightly chase his fingers. They go up when his fingers trace down, and he can’t help but smile at the way he’s getting exactly what he wants despite your sudden change of personality towards him. He likes this version of you better, if he’s being honest.
          Jeno finally reaches around you and pulls at your panties, harshly tugging them down your legs as far as his arms can reach. He watches as you push them further down, kicking them onto the floor and relaxing back against the couch.
“Eager?” He tries to tease, but he knows you won't respond, and you dont. He just continues, now allowing himself to feel your bare pussy for the first time. Sure, he can’t see it in full right now, but sometimes just feeling was enough for him.
“You’re so wet right now—” He groans, pressing his cock against the back of the couch again, chasing any amount of friction he can have. His fingers slip into places he hadn’t even attempted to touch yet solely because of how wet you are. “You held out for so long.” He coos, teasing around your hole and chuckling at the way your breathing has grown a bit labored by this alone.
          When you grab his hand though, practically forcing him to drive his fingers into you, he’s taken by surprise. The warmth envelops his digits in a way that is audible and excruciatingly sexy to him. He doesn’t even attempt to hold back now.
“They really did slip right in–” He rasps against your neck, scissoring his fingers into you and feeling how you clench around them. His mind is racing. “I bet you could take my cock so well.”
          He’s talking to himself more than you right now, smelling your hair and becoming obsessed with the way you feel, look, and smell when you’re within inches of him like this. Better yet, he knows you won’t respond to a single thing he says but it doesn’t matter too much considering you’re starting to let out little whimpers.
“What was that?” He asks, running his other hand up your body until he gets to your neck. “Let me hear you, baby, make that sound again.” He adds as he pushes your chin back, resting his hand flush across your neck and practically holding you down that way as he begins to plunge his fingers into you.
“You can do it right?” He’s still talking, still humping your couch, still fucking you so good with his fingers. “Come on, do it again.”
          It’s like he’s working for it, and god, he’s doing so well. You can’t help it when you let out a choked moan, his hand straining your neck enough that any sound would come out strained and desperate. You can feel his grasp tighten against your neck as his fingers fuck faster, harder. His palm is placed so perfectly that you can feel your clit being rubbed harshly. It’s incredibly overwhelming.
“Yes, fuck–again.” He groans, bucking his hips forward and frantically lifting his head from your shoulder so that he can look down at you again. He’s heard you, now he wants to see how desperate you are.
          When you open your eyes again, all you can see is his face, all you can feel are his long fingers pressing in spots that haven’t been played with in a long time. You smell only his sweet, musky body oil, and jesus christ it’s hitting you in every spot that feels good. You can feel the cold metal of the rings on his fingers against your neck, and when he tightens his hand even more than before, another choked-out moan falls from your lips.
          You strain to keep your eyes on him through this moment of pleasure, watching the way his teeth appear and scrape at his bottom lip when you make noises for him. So, you do it again, and again, and again.
          He fingers only continue their aggressive assault inside of you, his palm rubbing harshly at your clit, and his other hand around your throat– honestly you could fucking sing songs to him in this moment.
“You’re shaking,” He comments, eyes flicking to your body. “Can you even breathe right now?”
          His smile is so fucking mean, knowing full well that you can’t breathe and only tightening his hand as hard as he thinks you can handle can after the fact. It doesn’t even cross his mind that you don’t want this, the way you’re moaning for him is all he needs to know that you’re into this, that you like being choked and fucked.
          When you moan out yet again, he releases his hand from your throat and leans down to your lips. He’s only a bit shocked that you don’t even hesitate to kiss him. What he wanted to do was degrade you, but now he’s just tasting the way you’re desperately trying to kiss him and if he’s wanting to be real right now, that was way better than his own idea.
          He doesn’t kiss his clients, but at this point, things have already lasted much longer and have gotten far more intimate than they ever have with those few lucky women. He’s never asked for it, he’s never gotten so much pleasure out of finger fucking them, and he’s not once ever fucked against a couch to chase his high.
          Pupils blown, he allows himself to kiss you, slowing his fingers unintentionally as he focuses on your lips and tongue. You kiss him better than he’s ever been kissed before and falling into it was terrifyingly easy. His hand moves on its own accord, cupping your jaw as he attempts to deepen the kiss past his comfort level.
          But he is comfortable, and that’s precisely what’s uncomfortable about it.
“You can take it, right?” He pulls back in a breath, waiting for you to open your eyes and look at him. “My cock, please.”
          Your eyes widen, somehow managing to forget that he’s been totally neglected through all of his. Are you really about to fuck this stripper? The man you were against meeting? The man who has $600 dollars in his bank account from your lovely, beautiful, amazing best friend? The man that you’re probably going to give the entirety of the contents in your purse to the moment he packs it up and moves on as if it never happened? The answer is yes.
“I can.” You look up at him, intentionally fucking yourself on his fingers now because it appears he’s stopped functioning altogether.
          Within a second, his fingers are out of you and his presence is gone. You lift your head to watch him, cock still out of his pants that are also still at his thighs. He goes directly to his bag, and as if he knew it was going to happen, he pulls out a condom and slips it on without so much as a sigh of relief.
“Oh,” You let out in a huff, disappointed.
          He raises his eyes to you as he lets his pants fall to his ankles and steps out of them but his face isn’t concerned nor bothered. Honestly, he has to be able to read minds or something.
“No, I don’t do this with all of my clients. I’m a man and I have needs. Needs that require protection sometimes.”
          You only nod, in awe of the fact that he knows what the fuck to always say. And just as quickly as he left from you, he’s back, lifting your dress and attempting to take it off of you.
“Can I see?” He asks, still tugging as he stands in front of you.
          Your pussy is aching, and you can feel the couch beneath you soaked through and probably leaving an embarrassingly large spot for you to cry about later because this fucking couch was expensive, but whatever. So is Jeno.
          Lifting your arms, he slips the dress off of you and instantly presses your breasts together as he stares at them. He doesn’t hesitate this time to snatch your bra off of you either, the second your bare nipples are perked up in front of him he’s got his mouth on one and the other being pinched between his fingers.
“Right here?” He mumbles around your nipple as he savors the quick moment of seeing you in full for probably the first and only time. “You want me to fuck you here?” He mumbles again, realizing that his question wasn’t clear in the first place.
          You don’t even care at this point, but, you’ve been sitting in this position for far too long and, more than anything, you want him to be the one looking up at you again. Just like when he started his second dance, crawling on the floor towards you and looking so small for such a cocky man.
“No.” you say, lacing your fingers into his hair and pushing his lips to your other nipple, just to feel the warmth of his tongue flicking against it.
“No?” He questions, sucking your nipple harshly and allowing it to pop from his lips as he looks at you. “Where, then?”
          You smile at him, finally sitting yourself up fully from the slouched, lazy position you were in. Your legs close as you stand to your feet in front of him, but he still dips his head to get his lips around your nipple again.
          Holding him there, your legs almost buckle at the way he slightly groans around it, sending vibrations through your chest and straight to your clit. You’re gentle when you shuffle forward, allowing him to continue his antics. Slowly but surely, you turn him around and back him up against the couch.
          Only now, when you push him back and his teeth graze against your perked-up nub in a sad release do you realize that he’s… needier than you expected. His brows are furrowed, not even paying attention to the fact that you’ve just shoved him onto the couch so you can straddle him, and it’s cute, actually. He was so intimidating when he came into your house, walking with confidence, dancing with intention, finger fucking you and choking you as if he had a right to do it. But now, looking at him, it felt good.
          As quickly as his brows furrowed in disappointment that your tit was no longer in his mouth, his brows lift right back up in relief when you plant yourself on his lap and grind against his cock.
          It’s the first slippery touch that he’s felt all night, and honestly, he’s been on edge this entire time. You grind against him so beautifully that for the first time, he’s completely speechless.
          “You’re really cute, I don’t think you realize that.” You comment, gliding against his cock and watching his hands reach out to grip your waist. “Really cute.”
          He doesn’t falter at all and instead melts into it. His cheeks are a different shade now as he leans forward to resume his antics from before. All you can do is grip his hair and let him. It’s been a long time since you’ve felt the head of a cock bumping against your clit, and you’ll never forgive yourself for not making more time for this.
          When his teeth begin to graze a bit harsher, and his hands start to push and pull you faster against him, you finally do it.
          Angling yourself perfectly, you slide forward, perk your ass out, and then pull him back by his hair to look at him. Already, the moment he opens his eyes and looks at you, he knows.
          He thrusts his hips up one time and feels the way your pussy grips around his cock with perfect aim. He slides in so fucking easily, so fast, that he’s almost seeing stars at how good it feels. He grunts heavily, feeling your grip on his hair tighten through your own overwhelming experience of being filled up.
          Both of you let out a long and breathy groan at the sensation, you couldn’t help it, you had to grip onto something and it wasn't intentionally his hair but god, he seemed to love it when you dio it. When you finally regain your senses, you pull at it again, tilting his head back so that you can see the expanse of his neck and the way it moves when he swallows hard.
“Move.” You say harshly, feeling the way his cock pulses in place inside of you, and at this point you want him to make good on what he thinks you can do. You can take his cock but can he handle your pussy? It’s looking bleak, but sometimes that’s more fun anyway.
          He whimpers when he squints his eyes at you, unable to fully open them as he loses himself to the feelings of euphoria and the pain of how harshly you’re holding his head back. Jeno didn’t think you could get any sexier, honestly, and as far as he’s concerned, if he moves right now, he’s going to cum. So, he doesn't. Instead, he smirks and lets his eyes close so that he can fall right back into the state of seeing nothing but stars.
          Frustrated, but incredibly turned on by the way you’ve completely lost him, you start to bounce. Each time your ass hits against his thighs, he moans, and each time you grind forward, dragging your clit into his abdomen, he tenses up for you, and it’s like he’s so here but not at the same time.
“Look how pathetic you are right now,” You whisper out, hearing the wet of your pussy echo through the long-forgotten music that’s playing. “You can’t even move.”
          All he does is nod his head at you with a lazy smile as if to insinuate ‘damn fucking right I can’t.’ He’s proud of it, but you’re not going to ignore the fact that his hands are still on your waist, gripping onto you so tightly that you fear he’s going to break his fingers.
“Keep going baby,” He somehow manages to say to you without a moan at all in his voice. “No one has ever fucked me like this,”
          There it is. This entire time he’s been begging to fuck you, at least that’s what you thought. His voice still sounds like honey and his cock feels impressively hard inside of you that you could probably feel him in your stomach if you were to press against it. He wants you to fuck him.
“Yeah?” You boast, feeling the power go to your head as you opt for grinding rather than bouncing. Your hips are erratic as he tenses up for you. You can feel your clit hitting perfectly each time and if you were to keep going, you could cum within seconds.
          You can’t even finish your thought when you look down at him. His eyes are squeezed shut and his mouth is open in a silent moan, you can see that he’s not able to take in a breath at all. You release his hair, watching the way he allows his head to fall against the cushions in what you can only assume is a pure euphoric high.
“Are you cumming right now?” You ask, out of breath.
          When he doesn’t respond and you feel his hips stutter under you despite remaining static since he’s gotten inside of you, you know that now is the time.
          You grind harshly, pressing your clit against him and rutting against his abdomen so that his cock is only slightly fucking into you while you chase your own high, but, alas, his fingers tighten on you.
          His eyes shoot open as the sensitivity hits him quicker than he would have liked, but you don’t stop. The pain is intense from how hard you’re going on top of him, but he can see you reach your high and the image alone lets him push through the sensitivity of his post-orgasm discomfort.
          Jeno seethes out praise to you as your walls squeeze against his softening cock. He studies your face, studies the way you try to close your legs around him despite being forced to stay open, and he thinks he might be a little too fond of the way your hands grip and squeeze his arms for leverage as you shake through the orgasm.
          It hurts, but it kind of hurts more when he knows it’s over. After all, it kind of feels like he’s been in this room for days. Surely, he’s stayed past his allotted time frame, and surely he’s given you something far more valuable than an expensive lap dance.
          When you slump over him, his cock is so fucking sensitive that he almost starts to tear up, but thankfully you were sensitive too it seems. You were gentle when you held the base of his cock, holding the condom in place as you allow him to slip out of you.
          The playlist comes to an abrupt end at just the wrong moment, because it forces Jeno to realize that he hadn’t stayed at all over his paid time frame, and now all he can hear is the way his breath is entirely too uneven to move and go home.
“You okay?” You ask, noting the silence and his struggle to breathe with you on top of him. He’s staring straight up at the ceiling, not blinking, face making no readable expression. “Hey, Jeno?” You ask again, tapping his cheek.
          He shakes himself out of it, eyes slowly moving over to look at you.
“That, um…” He tries to talk, genuinely, he does.
          The change in the atmosphere almost freaks out you, but you try to stay calm. You saw the way he lost himself there, despite it not at all being rough or incredibly kinky. You’re confused as to why he’s acting like this, and maybe you even feel a bit guilty.
          Without another word, you lift yourself onto your weak legs and stumble to find your dress. You throw it on so quickly, and it’s the only time you’ve ever felt the need to cover yourself so fast. Still silent, you head to your purse and grab every single hint of cash you have. Some two thousand or so.
          Just like that, you place the cash into Jeno’s hands as he comes back to himself.
“What’s this?” He asks, looking at the sheer amount of cash in his hand. It was kind of the last thing on his mind.
“Your tip.” You try to say casually, still doing your best to catch your breath. “You can shower too if you want.”
          Jeno nods, hoping to god that you don’t think he fucked you for money just now. No, he showed up for the money. Whatever happened after was because he wanted it, and he still does. Are you truly strictly business like this? You just handed him his rent for the month and then some, but for some reason it amazes him. As if he’s never been handed handsome sums of cash from drunken lonely women.
“Shower with me?” He asks suddenly, trying to lighten to mood from whatever the fuck just crept in through the silence.
          He feels comforted when you smile, nodding to him with a step forward.
~
Did Jeno end up spending the night free of charge? Yes. Did he try to have a serious talk with you in the early hours of the morning, about how this is not genuinely something he does? Absolutely.
Did you believe him? Surprisingly.
After the shower, the mood shifted into something that felt natural. He wasn’t just some stripper you could call over for a down payment of $600, he was Jeno, a man trying to make ends meet in a city too expensive for even you.
Wanted he was, by several women of course. You, on the other hand, feel the need to mend your lonely heart with him. Not to fall in love, nothing like that. If anything, you want to take care of him, and when he grimaced at your joke, calling him your “sugar baby”, he was quick to perk up when he realized you were being serious.
It was your turn to set the rules and, possibly, break them.
“Rule number one, come to me if you’re short on money. No, you don’t have to fuck me for it, but I’m sure you’d probably want to.”
He nodded happily.
“Rule number two, stop fucking your clients. If you need to fuck, come over. Just look pretty for them and come back to me, yeah?”
The way he nodded harder that time was a pleasant surprise.
“Rule number three.”
He gasps in a show of mock shock. “The forbidden rule–” He whispers, sinking further into your blankets with a laugh.
“If–” You pause, thinking hard about if you should even assume. You forego anyway, it’s a forbidden rule for a reason. “If either of us start to like, feel things, we have to actually communicate and see where we want to go from there.”
He nods again, a glint in his eye shining brighter than he realizes. This is the first time he’s slept at a client’s house, the first time a woman has ever gotten him so fucked up. You had him down bad. He thinks he should probably stop calling you a client as well. The short-lived title turning into something he always dreamed of, though he figured it wouldn’t have happened so quickly. Sugar Mommy.
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Congrats on 800, Prinny!
my thot:
Joel is a truck driver and reader is a hitch hiker he picked up several states before. They get along well enough (no sex...yet) THEN! one day, another hitch hiker approaches Joel looking for a ride - Ezra. He wants to know if you're available for some fun, and Joel has to decide if it's just him who gets you or if he's got room in his bunk for a threesome...
I leave the rest in your ever capable and good hands, baby!
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Joel x F!reader x Ezra
18+, this is grump x sunshine x2, we got ass eating, ass spanking, 1 face slap, double penetration, and more. Very barely edited, not beta’d all mistakes are mine, read at your own risk. Also again 18+ , minors fuck off thank you
Word count: 3,200 - “Drabble” lmaoooo yea it got away from me.
REO Speedwagon flowed through the truck speakers as you reach your hand out the open window, letting the wind move your hand up and down. You’ve kicked your bare feet up on the dash as you hum along quietly. Your companion, Joel, lets out a grunt as he gives you a side eyed glance. It’s been a couple of months since he picked you up on the side of the highway. Unhappy with how life was, you decided to say fuck this, packed a small bag and headed out for whatever adventure came your way. Unfortunately you didn’t plan on your car dying on you half way across the country. Which is how you found yourself stranded at a gas station in Nevada. There was a hotel next to it that you were able to get a room at. One morning you packed up and started walking down the highway. You didn’t go too far in case no one picked you up, you could still walk back to the hotel.
Wearing your shortest daisy duke shorts with an old white tshirt tied up in the front, you were determined to hitch a ride. Lo and behold here comes a semi truck just driving along. Quickly you stopped and stuck your thumb out to signal you needed a ride. At first the truck kept going but soon the driver pulled over. Smiling real big you started to run towards the truck.
Climbing up the side, you stuck your head in the window,
“Well hello there handsome. You got room for little ole me to join?”
The driver had a permanent scowl on his face it seemed. Very easy on the eyes, a soft belly that hung over his pants as he sat.
“Hop in darlin.” He said in a deep, gruff voice.
Something about the handsome, thick driver got you going. You could already feel yourself getting wet just from this small interaction.You couldn’t help but think of how much trouble you just found yourself in.
Present Day
It’s been a few weeks since Joel picked you up. A part of you is surprised he hasn’t dropped you off and left yet. Another part of you hopes he never does. For the most part Joel doesn’t talk a lot. He hasn’t really opened up about himself to you. But you are a talker, you love to chat and boy do you.
Leaned back with your bare feet on the dash with your hand outside the window, moving with the wind.
“I heard it from a friend whooo heard it from a friend who heard it from another you been messing around” you softly sang out loud. Turning your head to face Joel, giving him a big smile.
Joel returned your smile with a soft smile of his own.
Something about you has captivated him. Your beauty stunned him the first time he saw you. You had a pretty mouth he often daydreamed of but your little talking habit drove him crazy. As time went on though he found he actually enjoys hearing you go on and on about everything and nothing all at once. And now that’s he’s spent all this time with you, he’s not so willing to let you go. Ever. Whether you agreed or not, in Joel’s mind, you were his.
“Hey! Look! A hitchhiker! Can we help him Joel? Please? Like how you helped me?” You batted your eyelashes and gave him your best puppy dog eyes.
Joel saw a man walking down the highway, sticking his thumb out.
Looking at you, he rolled his eyes and let out a deep sigh. Without saying anything Joel pulled the truck over and the two of you waited on the man to catch up to the truck.
Ezra was a traveler, always on the move. The past few weeks he’s been spending his time in this little town keeping this pretty lady’s bed warm. That was until her husband came home and chased him away. Now he finds himself walking down this almost deserted highway. He has given up hope of finding a ride when he heard a truck rumbling behind him. As soon as he heard the engine he stuck his thumb out hoping the driver would be a Good Samaritan. The truck drove on by making Ezra let out a huff as he kicked the gravel up with his boot. As he looked back up he saw the truck pull over.
‘Holy shit it’s my lucky day after all’, he thought to himself as he started into a light jog to get to the truck as soon as he could.
Stepping up on the side steps, he gets up to the window and sees the prettiest little thing sitting passenger and . . A handsome old grump behind the wheel.
“ Hey there, any way I can catch a ride with you fine folks today? Destination doesn’t matter, just somewhere far from here.”
“Yea! We can take you with us! Hop in!” You reply in a higher pitched tone, sounding extra excited than one should sound when picking up a hitchhiker. You couldn’t help it though. The man was gorgeous. He had this little blonde patch of hair, beautiful, dark brown eyes and the most sweet sounding voice you’ve ever heard. As much as you’ve wanted Joel, he’s never given you any hint that he wants you in that way. And you’ve been dying to itch a particular scratch that you feel this hitchhiker could really scratch for you.
Giving you a big smile, Ezra pulls the door handle, opening the door as you get up and move to sit on the bunk between the two seats.
“Names Ezra. Nice to meet ya,” he puts his hand out towards Joel to shake.
“Joel.”
He says in a flat tone as he shakes his hand.
Ezra quickly gets the feeling that Joel isn’t much of a people person. He can see why Joel has such a pretty little companion as yourself, Joel’s handsome. Gruff and firm, no nonsense kind of guy. He wonders if he’s the type to be dominant in bed. Manhandle his partner and just throw them around, mold them into any position he wants. His own cock twitch’s at the thought.
“And who might you be young lady?”
You tell him your name as you let out a soft giggle, smiling and give him a little flutter of your lashes.
“What brings you out here Ezra?” You ask in your best flirty voice.
“Bit of a traveler. A nomad if you will. Don’t like to stay in one place too long. Wanna see the world ya know?”
“That’s so . . Romantic. Always on the move, seeing what the world has to offer. I bet you’ve met some wonderful people. Seen a lot beautiful women huh?”
Ezra can’t help but give you a smirk, loving how forward you are.
“Haven’t met anyone as beautiful as you honey.”
Joel loudly clears his throat making the both of you startle slightly and look at him.
“What about you handsome? With a pretty little thing by your side I’m sure you never look twice at anyone else huh?”
Joel’s jaw ticks as he gives Ezra this mean stare.
“This “pretty little thing” over here is mine,” he says bluntly before looking back at you, “and I don’t appreciate you throwing yourself at the first man you see like a filthy fucking whore.”
Your mouth drops open, you’re stunned.
“Hey now no need to call her names. I get it, she’s off limits. No need to get mean buddy. I didn’t know.”
You turn your head giving Ezra a confused look before turning back to Joel.
“Excuse me but I am not yours. I am a free woman and on top of that you have never claimed me before now. I can do what I want with who I want thank you very much.”
Joel is pissed now, he pushes the arm rest back before swinging one of his legs to the side, opening his legs wide and then grabbing your upper arm and pulling you towards him. You stumble as you fall over his lap, his arm wrapping over your back holding you in place. His large hand covers the globes of your ass as he rubs it from the top down to the curve of your ass.
“You’re.” Smack. “Mine.” Smack.
He just spanked you. He actually spanked you. If you weren’t in shock over him claiming you, you definitely were now.
He gives you another smack and a whimper came tumbling out of your mouth. You didn’t even have a chance to try and conceal it. Joel stopped moving, hearing you whimper from his actions. He knew you’d be into some freaky shit. He looks over and sees Ezra sitting there, almost mesmerized by the display in front of him.
“Take your cock out.” Joel orders Ezra.
Stunned and very much turned on, he does what he says and takes his cock out of his pants. Spitting into his hand he brings it back down and slowly starts stroking himself.
Joel looks back down at you in his lap, the bottom of your ass spilling out of the little shorts you have on. He reaches down taking his fore and middle finger and rubs a long stripe up your pussy through your shorts.
“I guess I haven’t been taking care o’ ya. My girls pussy needs to be fucked don’t it? Poor thing. I’m sorry baby let’s fix that.”
His hand pulls back before he gives your clothed pussy a slap.
A wanton moan fills the cab of the truck.
He helps you up, sitting you on his lap. You see Ezra watching, touching himself. You can feel yourself begin to soak your shorts. You face Joel and lean in, your lips softly landing on his. You start to pull away when Joel kisses you back, grabbing the side of your face as he deepens the kiss. You allow his tongue to enter, licking around, tasting each other. All too soon Joel pulls back. He hand goes to your face, squishing your cheeks together between his thumb and fore finger. He rotates you to look at Ezra.
“Our guest looks like he needs some help baby. Be a good host, open up that pretty mouth.”
As soon as he releases your face, you get on your knees, in between the two seats, looking up at Ezra as you reach out and take him in your hand. You grip around the base, giving him a couple of tugs before leaning in and kissing the tip. You give it another kiss before you open your mouth, your tongue darting out to taste the precum leaking out. You slowly start to take him into your mouth. Lips wrapped around his cock as you take as much of him as you can. His cock is about 6 inches, rather average but very girthy. You keep reminding yourself in your head to breath and relax. The more you relax the more you can swallow his cock. You start bobbing your head up and down as he watches you, letting out soft moans that spur you on.
Soon you feel Joel pull your hips up and work quickly on taking your shorts off. You pull off of Ezra’s cock with a wet pop as you go to pull your shirt off, revealing your tits to the men.
“Fffuckk.” Ezra mutters before leaning forward and taking a nipple into his mouth. You moan as you tangle your fingers into his hair, holding the back of his head to your breast as he sucks. You hear Joel behind you unbuttoning his pants and lewdly spitting on his hand.
“Lean back down baby let me see those sweet holes.”
Ezra releases your tit so you can bend over for Joel. You bend over, keeping your ass in the air as you take Ezra’s cock back into your mouth. Giving it a few sucks and finding a decent rhythm, your hand lets go so you can reach back and spread your ass cheeks open for Joel.
“That’s it baby just like that.” Joel grunts. He spits on his forefinger and middle finger and swirling it around your puckered hole. He slowly pushes one finger in your ass making you choke on Ezra’s cock.
His finger stills inside, wiggling his finger around a few times before pulling back out. His other hand comes up and starts rubbing your wet pussy. Quickly finding your clit and giving it a few rubs before pushing his finger back into your ass. Joel finds a rhythm fast, rubbing your pussy as he fingers your ass. The sensation alone has you on edge, you begin to move faster on Ezra’s cock.
Joel starts to add a second finger in your ass causing you to let out a little welp.
“J-Joel! That’s too much! I can’t take it!”
“Shh baby you’re taking it. Taking it just fine. Let me kiss it better.”
Removing his fingers, Joel leans forward, holding your cheeks apart, licking a wide stripe up your ass. Your hands now on Ezra’s legs to keep yourself up right. You and Ezra lock eyes as you moan, feeling Joel swirl his tongue around your asshole, licking into it, making your pussy spasm around nothing.
Ezra cups your face, “That feel good sugar? You like feeling his tongue in such a forbidden hole? I bet your poor sweet pussy must be leaking by now.”
You can’t help but let out a sob. You need more, your neglected clit needs friction.
“Shh I know baby I know, let him French kiss that sweet hole. Let him make your sweet honey drip so we may feast.”
Joel pulls back, spit dripping down his chin,
“Get on the bed Ezra.”
He puts his arm under you, pulling you up. You fall back onto Joel, your legs shaking unable to hold you up.
Ezra makes quick work of taking his boots and pants off, pulling his shirt off as he slides by you to get on the bunk.
Once he’s settled on the bed laying on his back, Joel helps you get on the bunk next.
“Lay on top of him baby. You, hold her open for me.” He orders the two of you.
Ezra pulls you on top of him, your back against his chest. His hands holding the backs of your thighs, right behind your knee as your legs are bend. Holding you wide open. You can feel his cock in between your open cheeks.
Joel undresses and climbs on the bunk facing you.
“Goddamn. Never seen something more sinful or fucking beautiful than this.” He reaches down and grabs ahold of Ezra’s cock and starts pushing the tip towards your puckered hole.
“Joel! Nno! I- I can’t it won’t fit! Please!” You try to move but Ezra’s got a tight grip on you.
“Shh baby it’ll fit, I got you nice and ready back here. He’ll go slow baby.”
He watches your hole as the tip goes in, he takes his other hand and brings it to your pussy and starts rubbing circles on your clit.
You throw your head back and let out a moan, finally getting some friction on your cunt feels so good, you feel your whole body relax, momentarily forgetting about your asshole.
“That’s it baby let it happen,” he whispers before leaning forward and pulling your clit between his lips and sucking. His hand that guided the other man’s cock in you made its way down to his balls, giving them a soft squeeze. Hearing him moan with you is making Joel’s cock leak. Ezra’s cock is almost all of the way in your ass now and it feels so good. You feel stuffed just from him.
Joel sits back up and just admires the two of you.
Taking himself in his hand he moves closer and swipes his cock through your folds a few times before slowly pushing into your pussy.
Your mouth is hanging wide open, your chest heaving as you watch Joel push you past any limits you could’ve had. Having both men now inside of you is an indescribable feeling. It’s a fullness like no other.
“ Oh fuck you both feel utterly divine. This must be heaven.” Ezra says breathlessly as he lays there inside of you, able to feel the weight of Joel’s cock inside your pussy.
“Move Ezra, go on. Let’s make her feel good.”
“Yes sir.”
He gives an experimental thrust, bouncing you slightly making Joel sink deeper into you.
He starts to build up a tempo, thrusting up into you while Joel stays still above you.
Soon Joel moves, finding a rhythm with Ezra. As one moves out the other moves in.
You can’t help but close your eyes as you lean back in ecstasy.
Joel’s quick to grab your throat, squeezing just right to make your eyes fly open.
“Keep your eyes on me baby, you will watch when I’m fucking you. Do you understand?”
Joel slaps you, not hard but enough to leave a slight sting. Your face turns slightly, the hand around your throat not giving you much movement. A wanton moan spilling from your lips.
“Yes Joel I’m s-sorry baby I won’t take my eyes off you again nngh ohh oh fuck oh fuck you feel so good. So full.”
Joel starts pounding harder into you, still squeezing your throat. Ezra’s holding onto your legs for dear life, the friction of Joel’s dick rubbing against him has him ready to burst.
“F-fuck nngh take our cum baby take every fucking drop you hear me?” Joel groans, you can tell both men are close.
“Mhmm cum inside me baby cum inside my little whore cunt. Mark my ass Ezra, I wanna feel you leak out of my holes oooh oh fuck oh fuck please cum baby!”
You reach down and start rubbing furiously at your clit, sending right over the edge. You let out a scream as you start coming, vision going blurry as tears escape your eyes. Your orgasm hitting you like a truck.
Both men soon follow right behind you, spilling their seed deep inside both of your holes.
All three of you still, breathing heavy as Joel pulls out. Ezra’s soft cock slips out right after him as he lets go of your legs.
“Hold on baby don’t move.” Joel tells you before reaching down in between the bunk and the drivers seat, pulling out an old school Polaroid camera.
Aiming the camera at you and Ezra he snapped a shot and a Polaroid came spitting out. He grabbed the photo and sat it by his leg. Then he leaned forward and snapped another pic, this one a close up of your cunt and asshole leaking cum. Taking both photos and placing them on his seat before laying down next to Ezra as he pulls you into the middle.
No one really said a word. It was just the three of you, laying together, soft smiles shared, basking in the soft embrace of each other before falling asleep.
A/n: omg lmao so this was meant to be a drabble, this is one hell of a drabble 😂🤷🏻‍♀️ thank you so so much for such a beautiful thot my sweet beef baby @beefrobeefcal !! I hope you love this! I hope yall enjoy this! I really loved writing this and thank you again for following me, reading, interacting, all of it! You guys are the best!
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tonberry-yoda · 11 months
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hi hello okay i’m back because i just heard that FINAL FANTASY 16 IS COMING OUT AND IM SUPER PUMPED BC LIKE AHHHHHHHH! but with that being said, can you write hcs for the chocobo boys (if not just prompto is fine💕) with a medic s/o? they are kinda witchy but love cooking and handling animals but they also are the medic for the team bc the squad can’t all rely on noct😭😭 gaaahh tysm and BIG CONGRATS ON THE MAGAZINE THATS SO FRIGGIN COOL!!!💕💕
Chocobros with a medic s/o
notes - I HAD TO GET TO THIS ONE BECAUSE IVE HAD A SECRET FFXV BRAINROT AHHHH. And omg I am also super excited for FFXVI!!!! <33333 I just love this idea too so thank you so so so so much for sending it in <333 AND OMFG THANK YOU FOR THE CONGRATS IT MEANS THE WORLD I AM SO EXCITED TO SHOW YOU GUYS!!!
Prompto
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this man is so grateful to you
like you are his saving grace
we all know this little dummy will find his way to fall in a ditch and hurt his arm by accident
without you, he'd probably be dead LMFAO
he will always walk up to you and in the cutest little voice be like... "y/n, I hurt my arm again"
and you'll just jokingly sigh and fix him right up
he always asks you about how you do it and all that and finds it really cool that you are able to fix him up with herbs and stuff
and when you cook for him??? he would never tell iggy, but he loves your cooking more ;)
also the fact that you're good with animals makes chocobos love you which means they are always just around you and that makes prompto love you more <3
Ignis
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BRAINROT
you two definitely were the enemies to lovers troupe
like you were competing
you both could cook and take care of the others so it was immediate competition
you were always pushing each other around in a kitchen or whatever
but then you realized it was easier for you to deal with stuff as a team
and ofc you fell in love <3
he thinks you are very talented and honestly, when he's hurt, he will come to you and always feel bad lol
like he will feel like a burdan
please remind him that he isnt <3
he will love to learn how you use your herbs and stuff <3
overall, he just loves how amazing and talented you are and is so thankful about how you help the rest of the group
Gladio
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this man trusts you with his life
he is always getting beat up and needs you there by his side to help
he appreciates it a bunch
and you'll always call him a big dummy when he gets hurt and then get straight to working on him, but that always makes him blush
make him ramen
please
like homemade stuff
please stop this man from eating cup noodles
but yeah, he is always getting hurt so to watch you work on him and help him out means the world to him
Noctis
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this man gets too embarrassed to tell you he's hurt, so you always have to spot it
omg what a child
you will always get on his ass about that and he'll just be blushing as you work on him
ignis gets mad because you are super nice about Noct being picky and will make him food he enjoys instead of trying to make him something he doesnt like lol
you will baby him a bit because he is the king and he needs to be protected <3
he gets blushy when you do and act like he doesnt like it, but we all know he does <3
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stargazing15 · 1 year
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I did something stupid
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Jake Seresin x female reader
Warnings: mentions of sex (no actual deeds), miscarriage, angst, happy ending. Minors DNI, go hide somewhere
A/N: don't read if your uncomfortable with the topics, and if you do read it, enjoy!
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Two big idiots. That's what you and Jake were. When you met, the two of you became immediately friends. When you met his friends, all of them quickly noticed the lingering sexual tension. You two needed your first fight to end up making up in his bed. Both liking it, it became a regular thing.
But as said before, you two were idiots. Always kicking the other one out after sex. Thinking it was better that way. Of course until the one night Jake stayed the night. You needed him and for one night he couldn't leave you behind, lonely and vulnerable. The next morning, you both woke up feeling the happiest you've ever been in the morning, but not daring to admit it in fear of rejection from the other one.
But it didn't stay with one night, eventually there was always an excuse to stay, it's too late to drive home, you had drank a little too much to drive, or the other one was too tired. Finding an excuse became too easy because waking up next to each other was just simply so nice. In the meantime you had started to take the pill, both wanting, no needing to feel every little thing when he was inside you.
Just like everyone noticed the sexual tension, every one had now noticed the feelings.
Out of you and Jake, you were the first to notice. Most women didn't dare to flirt with Jake anymore as he was glued to you and vice versa. But when one did, you couldn't help yourself to feel extremely jealous. On these nights, you started your sessions in the toilets if the Hard Deck or in the car. You needed to know he hadn't forgotten about you.
Natasha knew when you had figured your feelings out.
"You know deep down he's in love with you."
"No he's not, it's just sex Nat. And I don't want to risk loosing that on top of rejection too."
Jake started to notice his feelings when you were complaining about a headache. He just wanted, no needed to take care of you. And he also wanted to test the theory he heard, that sex helps with headaches. The first thing you learned was that it indeed helped. The second thing you learned in the morning, it was not just a headache, but the flu. And it hit you hard, high fever, vomiting, every single muscle in your body aching. Jake felt this urge to take care of you, he tried to fight it but eventually gave in and it scared the shit out of him.
After realising his feelings for you, Jake became like a magnet. He pushes you away scared for his feelings and a possible rejection and suddenly he changes his poles and gets pulled back to you realising he misses you. And then the day came, the realisation you hadn't had your period in a very long time. The verdict was very clear: pregnant.
In the beginning things were going very well. You both decided to keep the baby and Jake was taking care of you. But being two idiots, neither had told about your feelings. Yes you two talked, about everything except the one topic that has been lingering in the back of your minds.
Jake was never going to admit it, but his heart warmed every day more and more with the idea of a little him growing in your belly. The excitement was written on your faces and a week after finding out, Jake told the squad.
"Congrats man, does this finally mean you've told her?" Javy had asked Jake.
"Nah, I'm not gonna ruin what we have now. I don't wanna loose them over some feelings that I have. It's better like this." Jake wasn't going to say it, but the sex has never been better, it was so intense since finding out you were pregnant.
"Jake, man, talk, this will end very badly."
Over next few weeks things changed. You both wanted to say the three words that were on the tip of your tongues. Your hearts started to ache not daring to say it. Instead of listening to your friends advice, Phoenix also tried talking some sense into you, you and Jake started to focus on your jobs. And yes, the magnets started to turn again. For you, not able to keep your emotions in check, the fights became too much to handle. Jake noticed it and left that night.
"I think it's better if we don't see each other for a while."
"Don't go Jake, I need you. We need you." You had cried, but he was already out of the door. As he left you felt this feeling hit you something was wrong, you couldn't place it yet, but something was very wrong. You brushed it off and pulled extremely long days at work, ignoring everyone's calls and texts until it all came crashing down at you one evening.
"Bagman, what are you doing here? I just passed her place on my way here, why was there an ambulance at her door?" Natasha almost shouted at him, still panting from running inside.
"How should I know? We're taking a break okay?! It hurts seeing her."
"They didn't talk yet." Coyote interfered by taking the beer out of Jake's hand.
"Idiots. How much you've had to drink? Coyote, please take him home, I'll go to the hospital."
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The moment they told you you had lost the baby the world came crashing down on you. It was good that Natasha was there so you had someone familiar to lean on.
You got discharged the next morning and Natasha stayed with you until you were settled in at your place.
"It looks like the sky is mourning with you." She said when it started to rain violently. "Here, some hot chocolate milk."
"Thank you, for everything." You smiled warmly at her.
"That's what friends are for. Do you want to be alone for a while?"
"If you don't mind, I think I'm going to try to rest and watch some TV, let it all sink in."
"Call me if there's anything."
About an hour later, your doorbell rang, fanatically.
"Yeah, yeah, coming, one sec, Phoenix did you forge- Jake?" There he stood in front you, completely soaked and looking like shit. After Natasha had called Javy with the news Jake had gone quiet. He was able to fall asleep as Javy was reading out the NATOPS manual, something they discovered had a sleepy effect on Jake.
"Come in, you're lucky that you've still got some spare clothes here." You said to him while dragging him to your bathroom. He still hadn't said anything after you got him out of his wet clothes and wrapped him in a towel.
"Jake, please say something." You say while handing him his sweatpants and sweater.
"How, how can you be this alright." He asked softly.
"I'm not, our baby, it, it was sick, it was not strong and taking the pill a couple of weeks in the pregnancy didn't help either. It was never going to make it. I know it sounds a bit cruel, but losing it this early was for the best, it would've hurt a lot more if we would've lost it later on." You still loved the sound of we and so did Jake, he softened when he heard you say it. And hearing the baby was not healthy made the anger that was boiling inside him fade away.
"Do you think there can still be a us after all that happened?"
"Yes, I do Jake, I don't want to loose you too, you're too important." Tears had started to form in your eyes.
"I've been so so stupid, I thought you didn't ... I love you Y/N, I always have."
"Oh Jake, I love you too, big idiot."
"Can we start over again? I know we have history already, but I want to do things right." You nodded after wiping away the tears and reached your hand out.
"Hi, I'm Y/N, it's nice meeting you."
"Hi, Jake, it is very nice meeting you. And I think I can already say I love you." He said before capturing you lips in the sweetest kiss he's ever given you.
"I'm never going to leave you again. Never."
The two idiots had finally said what needed to be said, and it helped heal the wound they both shared.
@cycbaby @bradleybeachbabe
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runnning-outof-time · 7 months
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K, congrats again on your milestone! I'm here to request a 3 word prompt sentence--"Don't you dare" with John. That seems quite fitting for him, doesn't it? 😜 Looking forward to reading what you come up with!
Thanks for sending this in, Lee! Oh yes - this prompt absolutely does scream John! I hope you like what I did with it! Also I’m sorry the title’s a little lack-luster…I was bound to use the prompt I’m writing for it at least once though, right? Enjoy! :)
PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!
Part of my 3.5k celebration — find other stories here!
Don’t You Dare
John Shelby x Reader
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Warnings: none
Word Count: 741
Summary: It’s no surprise that things have to get a little messy on John and (Y/N)’s wedding day.
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The night had gone off without a hitch. The ceremony was smooth, no interruptions happened before John and (Y/N) were named man and wife. Then the crowd rolled right into the reception, which was happening on the grounds of the garden they got married in. But of course, something was bound to go a little off-kilter. It just came with the Shelby name.
So when the band leader made the announcement that it was time to cut the cake, and (Y/N) took one look at John’s suspicious smirk, she worried that this might be the time.
Everyone had gathered around the newlywedded couple, who were standing beside the extravagant wedding cake that (Y/N) meticulously picked out. (Y/N) looked around at the smiling faces, glancing over to John before adressing them.
“I wanted to thank everyone for coming to celebrate with us tonight. John and I are lucky to have so many amazing people in our lives…you’ve helped make this the most special day,” she started off, smiling widely before she looked to John, hoping that he’d continue.
“Right,” he nodded, catching his wife’s drift, “we’re happy to have ya!” he added on, holding his glass up to initiate a toast. The crowd followed suit as (Y/N) shook her head, her lips pursed to hide the smile.
She waited for the noise to dull down before she spoke again: “it’s now time to cut the cake,” she announced, earning more cheers from the on-lookers.
She was given a cake cutter, John two plates, and she sent him one last smile before she went about cutting two small pieces; one to put on each plate. She set the cutter down and accepted the plate from John, feeling eager to try the cake that she’d truly been dreaming about.
“Oi! You’ve gotta feed it to each other!” Arthur’s booming voice came from the crowd before the couple was able to get any further. His exclaimation was, of course, met with many shouts of agreement.
That was when (Y/N) looked to John. She could immediately tell by the cheshire cat-like grin on his face that he was plotting something. This was not the time that she wanted things to go off-script. But with each second they looked each other, his grin grew.
“John Shelby…” she started, a warning tone laced into her voice as she raised her eyebrows at him. “Don’t you dare.”
John heard what she had to say, looked down at the cake on his plate and then rolled his eyes, his smirk still ever present as he located his older brother in the crowd. After sharing a brief glance with Arthur, he found (Y/N)’s eyes again, seeing that they were still wide and serious. “I’d never,” he told her, although his grin made her think otherwise.
“Get on with it!” Arthur yelled, obviously becoming impatient with the time they were taking. His statement made (Y/N) zero her intense gaze in on him, silently telling him to knock it off.
“Come on, baby,” John’s voice made her finally break and look back at him, and when she did, she noticed that he had already taken a small piece of the cake into his fingers.
She sent him one last ‘don’t try it’ look before mimicking him and taking a piece into her fingers as well. She held her breath and hoped for the best as they got closer to each other, close enough so that they were able to cleanly place the piece of cake into each other’s mouths. Cheers sounded off around them as they stepped back, smiling at each other.
“See? I wouldn’t try anything,” John said to her as he leaned in to press a sweet kiss to her lips.
“Yeah,” (Y/N) answered, a relieved smile now on her face. She glanced down at the remaining bit of cake that she had on her plate then, not wasting much time to grab it and smear it across John’s face. More excited cheers coursed through the crowd of onlookers as John’s jaw dropped at her actions. “I never said I wouldn’t,” she told him with a grin before leaning in to kiss the icing off of his lips.
John couldn’t do anything other than smile as (Y/N) looked back at him with a smug grin. Hey…she was a Shelby now, this should’ve been expected.
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honey-milk126 · 7 months
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Dating the Hunter x Hunter boys:
Includes : Gon, Killua, Kurapika, Leorio, Hisoka, Feitan, Shalnark, Illumi Zoldyck, Chrollo Lucilfer
A/n : I did my best with this! I haven't fully finished the anime so sorry if I messed something up. <3 enjoy!
☁ - Fluff
Trigger warning : mention of murder, hisoka being himself, mention of kidnapping? Theft. (Let me know if I missed anything!!!)
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Gon Freecss ( you are 12)
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You guys 100% go on fishing dates.
He likes to go stargazing
Walks around town
You steal his shorts/outfits/fishing pole
He loves to play with your hair!
When you guys go to the hunter exam he makes you stay by his side.
He also holds your hand. (So you guys don't get lost!)
You are a few months younger than him
- you met when he ran into you at the lake, he was exited to fish-
He gives you flowers every. Single. Week.
He picks the prettiest flowers for you
He gives you, your favorite snack.
He loves when you come over.
• You know his mission to find his dad.
• Nicknames for you: N/n, baby, honey suckle, starlight, my dear.
•Nicknames for him : green bean, babe, Fisher boy.
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(Little story)
"Hey, y/n! " you heard your boyfriend say behind you"Hey, what's going on?" You asked picking some flowers, for your mother/father/family members.
"I GET TO TAKE THE HUNTER EXAM!!! " You heard him yell. "Congrats, gon! " you said excited because this mean he start his journey to find his dad.
"Guess what?! " he said super excited, he started to jump up and down. "what? " you asked generally curious
"You get to go with me!!!! " he yelled super excited. "Really?! " you said getting just as excited, dropping the flowers.
"Yeah! " he said as you guys started your journey, from there.
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Killua Zoldyck ( you are 12)
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He 10000000% takes you on skating dates!
Gives you Chocolate robots whenever
Loves it when you play with Alluka Zoldyck
Doesn't want you to worry about his family
You have met 2 people in his entire family
Alluka and Illumi.
Worries about your well being 24/7
Nicknames for you : Baka. (My baby)
Nicknames for him : snow boy, skater boi, pretty boi, favorite boi, my love.
You a few months older than him!
Likes to cuddle in private (which is rare)
He loves to tease you for anything
Teaches you how to skate, no matter what/even if you know how to.
Movie nights.
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(Little story) -takes place : fighting arena-
You and killua were cuddling while watching a movie, in a room. Killua was resting because he had to fight for money, so you guys had some. While watching the movie you heard a knock on the door.
"I'll go see who it is. " he said clearly tired.
"Okay! " you said still laying under your favorite blanket.
As you were sitting there you hear killua kinda yell
"Why are you here?! "
As you were normally a curious person, so you got up to see who it was.
You seen a strange looking man, he just stared at you and killua.
"Who is he?" You asked
"Illumi, my brother." Killua said
"Come home, killua" illumi said
"No."
As the door shut in illumis face he said
"Don't make mom and dad grandparents just yet, you are 12"
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Kurapika ( you are 17)
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•He loves to take you places
•ex : park, lake, restaurant, ect.
•He loves to hold your hand! It's probably his favorite thing!!
•likes to cuddle you while watching movies!
•Teaches you about his clan!
•Nicknames for you : My baby, butterfly, my love, My queen/king!
•Nicknames for him: My fighter, My hunter(lol), My king, My Ruby, ruby eyes.
• he refuses to let you help him with his mission, even though you know about it.
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While you and kurpika were walking to your favorite park, you seen a little kid trip and fall.
"Hey, you okay? " you asked the kid
"N-no, my leg hurts!" The kid cried
As kurpika looked around for the kids parents, you decided to help him, you poured some water over the scraped knee and cleaned it, then you put a bandage over it.
"Where are your parents?" Kurpika asked the kid
"Don't know. " the kid said calmly
As you picked the kid up you seen to people running towards you.
"Omg! Thank you! " a woman yelled
As she grabbed the boy and asked if he was alright, he said
"They helped me with my scraped knee! "
"Thank you both, is there anything we can do for you? " the man asked
"No, we just wanted him to be okay! " you said
"Mhm" kurpika agreed holding your hand
"Well, thanks again! " the woman yelled as the family walked away.
"You did a wonderful job of helping that kid" he said.
"Thank you, my ruby!" You said giggling
He just groaned in 'Annoyance'
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Leorio(you are 18)
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•Loves to hold you!
•Cuddles everywhere and anywhere!
•hes so tired of working and dealing with gon and killua ALL DAY(lol)
•Movie dates 100%
•Nicknames for him : My doctor, Oreo, loud mouth (when he's annoying you)
•Nicknames for you : Baby, dear, My gem,
•Falls asleep on you 99.9999% of the time
•likes to order take out.
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As you were trying to clean. Key word : trying
Your boyfriend decided it was time to sleep on you. While you were doing the dishes. As you were trying to wash a knife he just hugged you, making you almost cut yourself.
"Can you get off of me?" You asked
"No." He said
"Please?"
"No, let me sleep" he said
"I'm washing dishes" you said
"And?" He asked
"Stupid loud mouth" you said trying to shove him off of you.
"Let me stay!!" He cried
"No, you almost made me cut myself!" You said getting upset.
"Sorry, but I'm sleepy!" He said
"Don't care, off. " you said
As he let go of you, he left the kitchen leaving you to finish the dishes.
'Finally' you thought.
As you finished the dishes, you went into the living room and you sat down on the couch.
But he came in and just sat on you. Falling asleep in the process.
'You are my annoying loud mouth, but I love you' you thought
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Hisoka ( you are 26)
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• loves to tease you
•Very annoying
•you are more worried for gon than you are yourself
•loves to hold you
•Nicknames for you : baby girl/boy, my queen/king, my star
•Nicknames for him: Clown man, pedo(kinda a joke?), King of clowns, baby
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As you walked around the carnival with hisoka getting some weird looks from people, but who are they to judge?
As you guys were talking you seen gon and killua.
"Oh~" he said
"Please leave them alone, hisoka" you begged
"Oo~ gon~~" he moaned
'Those people had every single right to judge us' you thought
As you walked faster to avoid being seen with him, he just walked with you, still moaning the name 'gon'
As you tried to ignore him, it was hard to he was poking you.
"Please stop, baby" you said barely above a whisper
"You're no fun, my star~" he said
As you walked by killua and gon, you mouthed
'I'm so sorry for his behavior'
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Feitan (you are 27)
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•Hates to leave you
• a lot of pda in private
•Dosent like leaving you with the troupe.
•super protective of you
•doesnt want you to leave him
•nicknames for you : Baby, my little killer, my dear.
•Nicknames for him: shortie pie, my killer, baby, my king
•teaches you his native language!
• you both shit talk everyone!
•late night dates
•Steals you cute clothes and designer bags.
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As you and your boyfriend were sitting on top of a building, him trying to teach you his native language. It was a chilly night but you didn't mind, as the troupe constantly interrupted your time with feitan.
"Say love you" he said
"Ài nǐ "you said
(Translation from google: Love you)
As you were trying your hardest to learn his native language, it was still hard and confusing.
But you were practicing everyday, with him and without him. You were trying your hardest.
It wasn't easy but you found a dictionary on the road, so you try to say it in his native language!
"Gud! " he said with a little excitement in his voice.
'I'm doing it!' You thought
As it got colder you would get closer to feitan, as he was always warm, no matter the season he had the perfect body temperature, but was warmer in the winter.
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Shalnark ( you gonna be 24/ it didn't show his age!)
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•Loves to play games with you
•likes to hold your hand.
•Steals anything you look at.
•Ex : books? He steals them, A brand new dress? It's yours! Ect.
•has you sit in his lap in front of the troupe
•loves pda
•loves to cuddle you
•Hates when you go out on missions (if your apart of the troupe)
•hates when he has to go on a mission, because he has to leave you at the base (if you aren't in the troupe)
•Late night walks!
•Loves to stargaze with you!
•Picnics on rooftops
•picks you flowers/buys you flowers
•inside jokes 100%
•bites you for no reason-
•Nicknames for him: gamer boi, my thief, Blondie, baby boi, babe, Love, King
•Nicknames for you: Babe, babygirl/boy, heart stealer, giggles, N/n, My love, starlight,queen/king.
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"Pickle" Shalnark said while giggling while playing a card game with you. As he said that you started giggling.
The troupe looked at you guys weirdly, like they have never heard a inside joke. They all looked at you guys like you were physco's, like you just killed someone.
I'm mean you did, but why were they so judgey? They killed people to!
But as you guys giggled, they all seen how shalnark looked at you. They seen the love in his eyes, how he smiled more with you, how you can make him happy, your little inside jokes like "pickle".
'Pickle' - a funny way of saying 'I love you'
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Illumi Zoldyck
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•you met his family, like a day after dating.
•you probably don't like them.
•Doesnt show a lot of affection, so.
•Does cuddle you at night tho.
•holds your pinky in crowded places
•you felt sorry for killua when you met him
•Will kidnap someone if they mess with you.
•will torture them for hours.
(Makes them hang out with hisoka)
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As you walked into your living room, hearing muffled screams for 'help' come from your basement. You figured Illumi was doing his 'job'.
You started to prepare some food for you guys, as it was 6pm and you were hungry. As the food started to cook, you seen hisoka leave the basement.
"Hey~" he said
"Hello, hisoka" you said
"Illumi is almost done with this guy, I'll clean up the basement. " he said calmly
"Okay, don't forget to bleach my walls, along with the carpet. " you said
As he walked to get cleaning supplies, you heard the guy stop screaming, knowing that illumi kills guys that have harassed you, made your heart kinda melt, but it was still gross having to smell blood.
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Chrollo Lucilfer ( you are 23)
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• you guys 100% read together
•you sit on his lap.
•The troupe is a lot to handle.
•Nicknames for him: the devil, Jesus, Leader, baby, honey.
•Nicknames for you : my queen, my love, teddy bear, ruler of my heart.
•you guys cuddle in private.
•Hes protective of you.
•Hisoka almost died, just because he barely touched you.
•He is very sleepy, there are a lot of naps!
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As you were walking to your bedroom for your nap, you heard screaming, loud screaming.
The person yelling for 'Help', 'somebody save me!!! ' and more.
As you continued to walk you seen your beloved boyfriend, getting ready for a nap, as you guys had to clean up a body last night.
As you guys got into bed for your first nap of the day, the screaming stopped.
You were laying on his chest, while he was reading a book, as sleep took over, you heard from your devil.
"I'll love you forever and always" he said as he patted your head and kissed your forehead.
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A/n : sorry, this took a while, I've been busy, I have school. I hope this is good! Only took like 5 days/a week to work on. Lol
(Questions!)
1. Should I do this with other animes/shows/the girls?
2.How did you find my page?
3.How are you liking my page?
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I am very tired 😪. See ya in my next post! <3
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foundmywei · 1 year
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Here are all 6 instances that the word "gay" is used in the goldfinch. For research purposes.
1. Theo, on his way to the Hobart & Blackwell shop, pointed out that he got lost and had to stop to ask for directions in a news shop that had gay porn magazines.
How did he even notice them? Bestie was lost but still had time to see them and it felt important to point out. Thank you for this information, Theo.
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2. Theo, while saying goodbye to the doormen of his building in New York, wanted to tell them that he would miss them but stoped himself because it seemed gay.
This is one of the stupidest things he's said and he has said A LOT of stupid things. Apparently telling someone that you'll miss them is gay, you've heard it here first, fellas. Important to point out that he was 13 at the time and god knows 13-year-olds say a lot of stupid shit, but still. Theo, baby, what the fuck.
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3. Theo called Popper gay unprovoked and mentioned that he felt embarrassed to walk him on the street.
He's so stupid it's hard to find excuses for him. Just admit that you find the damn dog cute and that you love him, I promise you got far better reasons to worry about looking gay. Like kissing your guy best friend for example. It's not the dog, babe.
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4. Theo very kindly informed us that some of his clients were gay men.
This was very important information, thank you Theo. Who could have imagined that the gays would be interested in antiques? Truly shocking. Theo, do you also want to tell us how you have such an excellent gaydar? Hmmm.
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5. Theo told us that gay guys were the ones that mostly noticed that he was high at work related events and that a guy at the Accounts department at one of the auction houses was always hitting on him.
Again, his impeccable gaydar appears. God, can this man go to therapy to start processing why gay men hitting on him makes him feel that way? Bestie, bestie, bestie... please go kiss a man, I'm begging you at this point. I also love how after this whole section about gay guys into antiques hitting on him he had to point out that he sleeps with women. Congrats?
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6. Gyuri mentioned that he momentarily mistook a gay couple as a threat for their plan.
This is not very interesting as Theo isn't the one saying it, but here it is. Important info.
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babybluebex · 2 years
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Congrats on 4k!!!! For the blurb requests, I offer you this: fake relationship (that clearly both sides want to be a real one but they’re dumb) dealer’s choice!!
hmmm dealer's choice... i think i'm gonna choose good ole joby for this (also ig lemme put a warning for like. a little stalking. reader is being followed and asks joby to pretend to be your boyfriend)
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"There you are!" you exclaimed. "God, baby, I've been looking for you everywhere!"
The man you pulled into a hug could not have been more of a stranger to you. He was just the first guy you saw standing outside the bar, half a cigarette between his fingers, and you decided on a whim that he would help you. Thankfully, accepted the hug you enveloped him in. Your heartbeat was rapid in your chest, though, and, as you embraced him, you settled your mouth next to his ear. "Please just help me," you whispered quickly. "Th-There's a man following me, please just play along."
The man in your arms wasted no time on hugging you back then, and he pressed a gentle kiss into your hair. "I've been here the whole time," he said, a little too loud, making sure your stalker could hear him. You pulled yourself out of the hug, and, in your peripheral vision, you watched the man that had been following you stop in his tracks. "Where were you?"
"I got held up at work," you sighed. You tugged yourself out of the hug and looked up at him, and you found the man that was your savior. He was tall and thin, wearing a leather jacket and jeans that didn't quite fit his slender frame, his hair long and dark. Thankfully, he held up the ruse, and he put his arms around your waist and held you close.
"I keep telling you to quit that stupid job," he said with a roll of his eyes. "You hate it so much, why stay there?"
"Jesus, this again," you giggled, and the man leaned down to swipe a kiss on your cheek. Faintly, you heard him whisper— "Joby"— and you added, "Joby, sweetheart, you know I can't quit, I've told you a million times."
"Make it a million and one," Joby replied with a smile. Joby was handsome, in the kind of way that could be improved with a shower and a change of clothes, but he was as good a choice as any to help you escape. "I just care about you, y'know? Want you to be happy and successful, all that good shit. You deserve it."
As Joby talked, the man who had been following you walked past down the street, throwing a dirty look to Joby, and you sighed as your bottom lip began to tremble. "C'mon, let's go inside," Joby said softly, his hand flat on your back. "I think you need a drink."
The bar wasn't nearly as crowded as you anticipated, and Joby led you to a small table. Your legs felt weak as he helped you sit down, and he said, "Hey, you okay?"
"Yeah," you sniffled. "J-Just, he had been following me. Every street I turned down, he did the same, and I got scared. I-I'm sorry for dragging you into that—"
"Hey, hey," Joby said quickly, and he pushed your hair out of your face. "It's okay. I'm glad I could help. Do you need someone to drive you home? My car is just out front, I can take you home."
"No, no," you told him. "I'll be fine. Thank you, though."
Joby sat down across from you, taking back up a bottle of beer that had been sitting there. He obviously had only gotten up to smoke, and now he had returned with you. "No problem," he said. "Shit. That's scary. Fuck, I'm sorry."
You shrugged. "That stuff happens, y'know?" you mumbled.
Joby looked at for you for a moment, watched you sniffle, and he said, "Lemme get you that drink, and you can tell me all about that awful job you hate. Yeah?"
You chuckled a little, and Joby smiled. "Alright," you agreed. "One drink, just to say thank you."
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