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barbiiecams · 16 days

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Hiii angel 💓💓 you have to do more of sugar daddy rafe plss 🙏 how they meet?

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i feel like you were already a kook. a rich, spoiled one at that. then because of your behaviors towards other people (both pogues and kooks you didn’t like) your parents had really had enough. like to the point where they cut down your allowance, yet that still didn’t seem to work on you.

one day your father told you “you need to get a job. no more funds from us.” which completely broke you down. you had been so dependent on them you’re entire life, because now you were 19 about to turn 20 with no real experience of having a job. in all your years, you grew up so wealthy. there wasn’t a need to have one. but here you were, begging your dad to keep you in his good graces.

“eventually you’ll need to work. where do you think i got all my money from?” he reasons, and now it’s starting to click.

“where would i even work?” you’d ask, almost on the verge of tears.

“a friend of mine named ward needs a gardener. he pays pretty well too. just start from there.” he says. this really blew you. who did you look like being someone’s maid?

“you’re joking right?” you stared at him blankly.

“it’s that or nothing.” your father gets up and walks away. now you really could cry, but you were more angry than anything.

—

you’d spend days holding off on actually contacting the cameron’s, but when the allowance money started to run out after a major shopping spree, you were ultimately left with no choice.

you called ward and asked if he still needed a gardener, and he most definitely did since he gave you the job on the spot. “you can start tomorrow at 8, if you’d like.” he said. money is money.

“of course, see you then.” when you hung up, you let out a breath of air, fully accepting your place and status now. you were the entitled kook princess, now turning into someone working for the cameron’s.

when the next morning came, you introduced yourself to ward, rose and wheezie. rose had instructed you on what to do, and ward explained the payment plan which was good enough. sooner than later, you’d started working in their front yard planting all kinds of flowers.

that’s pretty much how it looked for weeks. on top of that, not many people knew, which was a good thing.

you’d show up at 8, rose would make you something if you were hungry, then you’d get to work. but one day, it seemed like the angels were on your side.

you were working on figuring out how to keep that damn rosemary alive when you heard a voice behind you. and it didn’t belong to ward.

“who are you?” the man said. you turned around to see who was asking, and it was no other than rafe cameron.

“why?” you questioned. rafe recognized you too. everyone knew who you were, and it was embarrassing enough that the son of the richest person on the island knew you were working for his family. y/n y/l/n was supposed to be immune to working.

he smirks. “i know you.”

there was no refraining from the eye roll that crept up. “yea i bet you do.”

“why are you working here? don’t you just get what you want?” you were surprised he knew all this about you, aware of how much older he was.

“my dad cut my allowance.” you explained while working on the rosemary again.

“ouch.” he said while walking inside, abruptly ending the conversation. this kind of pissed you off but you paid no mind. moments later, he came back out with a glass of water.

“here,” he hands it to you, “it’s scorching out here.”

“thanks,” you accepted it, and took a long sip. for the rest of the time you were working, the two of you made small talk. even though the age gap was there, you still found enough to talk about.

an easy few hours later with rafe talking to you, and occasionally helping, your shift was over. and now suddenly you were perched on the bathroom sink, sundress bunched up and panties pulled to the side. rafe was balls deep, hitting that good spot and ready to bust one at any moment.

his hand covered your mouth to keep your moans quiet, and had the door locked so not a single soul could interrupt.

“fuckk,” he groans. “best pussy i’ve felt in a while, i’ll tell you that.”

a few more thrusts and you were done. your head falling onto his shoulder and ragged breaths for air.

your release sent his off, him quickly pulling out then sending you to your knees.

he jerked himself a few times, “open.”

doing exactly what he said, your mouth opened and you had your tongue stuck out. he finally cums, aiming for your mouth but some ended right below your eye.

when he was done, he wiped the remains from your face with his thumb, and had you suck on it. you stood up from the floor, wobbly and really hoping that no one heard anything.

rafe gathers himself, “a tight cunt like that doesn’t need to be working.”

you let out a laugh. “well here i am.”

“nah, not with me.” he zips his shorts back up. “i’ll take real good care of you. no more gardening.”

and ever since then, you were back to being the spoiled princess you were destined to be.

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eliecasa · 11 months

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summary: reader see’s a man spank a box on tiktok & it awakens a monster

warnings: minors i know I said I wouldn’t but we all lie as humans. this is one of those times where you mustn’t interact, plss ( contains these mentions: asphyxiation, verbal, and spanking kinks ) the reader is mentioned to have a vagina.

wrdcnt: 2K

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A small huff of frustration pushed from your nostrils as you’re once again opening your eyes to stare out into the rainy darkness of the night. The sight is usually lovely and heart-warming as it was Simon’s wish to live somewhere with nature all the while staying a generous 20 minutes away from the city. It’s quiet here but there’s a memory that echoes loud and vibrantly in the back of your mind.

Simon sat still, sleeping as quiet as a mouse as you squeezed your eyes shut and subtly rubbed your thighs together. If you’d never downloaded tiktok, you’ll probably be sound asleep and dreaming of a dog handing you something as strange as a sweater with your own face sewn into it. Soap suggested that it be a good idea to keep a good balance of humor and seriousness since Simon would be left alone to tease you without anyone else jumping in to defend you, and the only way to do that was to give in and download the god-forsaken TikTok app.

Oh how you wish you’d never listened to him.

The first thing you’re greeted with is a video of a buff man underhand smacking a box to fit evenly with the others atop and below it. It came immensely loud from your headphones and caused a barely-audible yelp to part your lips. Your first thought was to get out of there so, you did… by scrolling one video down as Simon came over from the kitchen and asked what was wrong. And of course, having lacked a good answer, you merely waved him off and cleared your throat, saying that your headphones were accidentally turned to maximum volume.

He squinted those dark and suspicious eyes before humming and going back to make dinner- which was the deal for an old bet that he lost. Anyway, you’re instantly back on the video and fluttering with little butterflies of heat and embarrassment… that was until you opened the comments and saw that everyone else was thinking the same. Even married people were saying things such as “I try to get my husband to do this but he doesn’t know manual labor too well” which tickled you a little bit.

Though you were laughing at the time, you found yourself staring at Simon’s hands a bit longer than usual as the two of you ate dinner together. Don’t be mistaken, Simon had done nearly everything you desired with those strong pair of hands but still, that new seed planted in your head was quickly taking over and growing vines up and down the walls of your busy mind.

“What’s on your mind?” He said after watching you daydream for five minutes. It almost seems deliberate as he moved to hide his hands underneath the table. Classic Mr. RIley.

“...Nothin’,” you shrugged, connecting your gaze before promptly taking a good chunk of spanish rice.

Simon paused and did that empty stare where he kinda just assessed you before going back to whatever business he was originally doing. The judgemental gaze causes the slightest of shame to boil your skin as you roll your eyes. He’s your husband and has seen and touched every nook and cranny of your body and for some reason, you don’t want to tell him what’s bothering you.

Fast forward back into the present. The fluffy white comforter seems to get unbearably hot just as the heat radiating from Simon does. Sex and experiment is no taboo between the two of you and your coyness was just overall pitiful, however, that small little angel in your head keeps saying “Well, you have to really ask yourself if he’s the type to wound his loving spouse” while the devil said “Tell him to throw you over his lap and spank you like that goddamn cardboard!”

Again, you rub your thighs together. Maybe your mind was turning into one of those awful hormone monsters from a show that shall not be named. A small sound of anger escaped your mouth as you try to clear your mind, knowing that Simon would get woken–

“Having a strop, are ya’?” His heavy voice felt heavy and trapping as you knew that this was the most reasonable time to just get it over with.

Almost too quickly, you flip in his arms and lock eyes with him. Well, he was still waking up but your patience led you to gently pinch various areas of his face before he’s basically stretching his neck to be freed.

“Fuckin’ stop will ya?”

“Why haven’t you ever gotten rough with me?”

In the moonlight that shows through your windows, you can see the way that Simon’s face bunches into one handsome twist of confusion and tiredness. His eyes slowly open to look at the ceiling before he turns his head and stares dead into your eyes.

“What do you mean?”

Your right hand moved back a couple of inches and came back to gently slap him as his face remained cradled in your hands. A small chuckle escapes him before he pinches your thigh.

“Why’re you kicking my ass instead of explaining–”

“I obviously mean- like during sex,” you spoke with the tiniest amount of annoyance in your voice as the sexual frustration was beginning to plague.

The hand on your thigh rested as his face relaxed.

“I do… it was your idea to get into the choking thing-”

“No! I mean- yes that but why don’t you ever hit me?”

He seems to relax into the pillows a bit more as his eyes darted back to the white and plain ceiling. Simon was taking a moment to actually think if he’s never done such since it seems like a problem that could have been bothering you for who knows how long. Maybe you were doing that classic tactic of trying to alter his memory for your own benefit. There’s been multiple times where you’d lay on top of him and ask when was the last time he’d give you proper praise despite him clearly remembering it happening two days ago. He tilts his head, thinking of the past five months. The two of you had gotten into a couple new positions, areas to have sex, as well as experimenting with verbal kinks. Not to mention that asphyxiation kink that appeared to stay and make an appearance during each session.

“Simon!”

“I know, I know… just making sure you aren’t lying,” he said, casually sitting up to turn on the blinding light next to the bed. You try not to grab him as he moves from over you to settle back and rub his eyes.

“What needs to be done to get you sound, eh?”

A lightning bolt strikes as you pretend to think as if Apollo was saying “Don’t you dare waste that man's time, Y/N.”

So, instead of pissing anyone off, you decide you sit on your knees and face Simon with your chin up and your shirt covering your sweaty palms that were hidden underneath the oversized fabric. You’re ex-military and you’re especially all but a coward. Simon Riley will not stop you from reaching your dreams.

“I want you to start…” your lips twist in the slightest as you try to find the right words just to settle on “spanking me…”

He tries not to seem surprised but the smallest raise of his eyebrows gave it all away.

“Today,” you finish, almost coming off stern and unmovable.

Many would disagree with this but you could say that Simon had very telling eyes and right now, he was not only questioning just how freaky you were as well as how much of a possible masochist you were underneath that loving and soothing base of your personality. The asphyxiation thing was brought up during sex so he couldn’t really so no to you in the heat of the moment but now you’ve caught him fresh out of an innocent sleep.

“Are you… sure?--”

“Simon,” you dare, looking away for a second before shaking your head at his timidness.

He wasn’t following the script; you’d admit that you wanted to be spanked and he would pat his lap and get to work. That’s how it was supposed to go! However, Simon wanted to play the long game and see how long he could drag this until the sun began to rise.

“Why didn’t you say this instead of staring at my hands the entire meal?”

“Who the hell would just come out and say ‘Hey, mind hitting my ass when we fuck’?”

A small smile spreads his pink lips as his shoulders momentarily hunch.

“You’re not shy any other time.”

For the 800th time, your pupils roll to the back of your head. As you’re shaking your disappointed little head, you pause to see that the storm seems to calm down a bit, instead turning into a windless pour that wouldn’t wake anyone if they were sleeping. The silence left you no choice as Simon indeed began to follow the script written in your head.

“Guess we’d better get to trying before you’re all snappy then,” his heavy mancunian accent coming loudly as he stood up and stretched.

The movement caught your attention and glued it onto his strong thighs. Simon was a brief type of guy— which was honestly a bit surprising when you first discovered it. The soft fabric remained comfortably on his strong thighs that would soon have you stretched across them.

There’s a couple of heavy steps across the bedroom floor before he settled on the front of the bed and in front of the black screen of the television.

“Are you serious?” you purse your lips, crawling towards him as he looks at you from over his shoulder.

Instead of being verbal, he jerks his head to coax you over as a barely-noticeable smile squints his eyes.

And be damned; you were over there in no time. But instead of instantly giving you what you wanted, Simon couldn’t help but tease you a while longer. Only now do you wish he was a quick mover that despised roleplay. Your hips jump a little as two of his slightly-calloused fingers slid down the smooth and silk skin and dew of your cunt.

“Why the long face, doll?” He laughed, taking a glance at the way your lips and eyes were tightly closed shut.

“Do your thing, Simon,” you spoke quickly to muffle a sound of pleasure by covering your mouth and turning away from his eyes-view.

“I just wanted to feel you a little bit, no harm done,” he gently slapped your soppy cunt before lifting your shirt to bunch around the waist. Tonight, you were just wearing a normal pair of lace panties without the partner of a bra. Bras are vibe killers and the world could do without. Plus– it gives your lover easier access to rest or warm his hands when he’s bored.

Anticipation made the fabric become nearly insufferable as the room seemed to double in heat.

“Keep these on?”

You thought, looking at the shiny oak of your bedroom floor before giving him a muffled response.

“I don’t mind them staying on.”

As so, his ring finger released your panty and turned into a palm that smooths over the entirety of your plump ass. The feeling of Simon’s hands on your bum had often aroused you more than it probably should have. He’s never spanked you but he's grabbed it and caressed it as often as you allowed. The way he’d squeeze long enough to make it hurt had always brought out the bedroom hormones even though sometimes he would do it somewhere other than the comfort of your home. anything that made you feel like his was enough to keep it wet for hours.

“What are you waiting fo-AH!” you nearly turn into a flailing mess before your hands quickly resettled onto Simon’s strong thigh which was trembling with amusement.

For someone who was wary of hitting you, he’d come down really heavy handed. You’re a first-timer, it wouldn’t have killed him to at least warn you. However, the hot and stinging feeling is an arousal-multiplying sensation that has your mouth feeling a little numb and your adrenaline flowing.

Your eyes nearly comically blow wide as the two of you make eye-contact, Simon’s face being one of subdued delight as you gently pant out.

“Do. That. Again.”

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yureismellslikefanfic · 5 months

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smothering scara with thighs after hes had a rough day🙏 PLSS can be fluff or smut idc

Alright then :)

A/N: I just realized I didn't include much smothering of thighs 0.0

Scaramouche x Fem!Reader (Fluff, suggestive)

Scaramouche had a tough day at work. He had to take matters into his own hands, as the Fatui he had assigned a rather easy task did not accomplish it.

They were supposed to steal borrow materials from traders in Liyue, but somehow, Traveler managed to stop them, defeating all but one Fatui agent.

The Fatui agent felt the wrath of the Balladeer that day.

Scaramouche's head is now resting on your thighs as your fingers brush through his hair gently.

His eyes are closed as he relaxes for the first time today.

It's as if he remembered something or a lightbulb went off in his head, because he opens his eyes and looks up at you.

"You want me to relax, right?"

You nod your head, curious of where this is going.

"Of course I do." You say this so tenderly if makes Scaramouche smile slightly.

"I know a way I can relax." He says slyly as his fingers trail their way up to your waist.

"Can I..?" You only nod in response, you don't want to embarrass yourself by stuttering.

And so, Scaramouche starts his tactic to relax.

#anon #scaramouche smut #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche x reader smut #scaramouche x reader fluff #scaramouche x reader #scara x you #scara x y/n

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juuuulez · 9 months

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Hello :) Carl x F!Greene!Reader, Reader and Carl had been pining for each other since they met at the farm but they haven't had a chance to talk about it TO CONFESS so basically more than friends but no label. Back in s5e15 Carl chases Enid when he spots her climbing over the wall. And in the tree scene where they almost kissed, Reader somehow spots them(was on a walk to relieve stress) I am such a sucker for ANGST. You have full reign of how the story will go! Ty v much :))

Little Pleasures.

info: S5Carl x Greene! Reader, technically no pronouns used but u can fill that in mentally, kids being stupid.

summary: You catch Carl and Enid sharing an intimate moment, and can no longer repress your feelings for the Grimes’ boy. Luckily, he intends on making it right.

this was soooo cute to write!!! plss send more request i loved doing this!

You’ve learnt to enjoy the little things in life.

Seeing your sister, Maggie, happy with Glenn filled you with joy. Carol would sometimes bring over cookies, and promised to teach you the recipe. Once Daryl found an old music box while on a supply run, and brought it back for you.

But your favourite little pleasure? Well, that was easily Carl Grimes.

Whenever you were sad, he’d notice, and let you read his comics. He was perceptive like that, and could sense your emotions from a mile away. Maybe he, too, felt this deep sense of sadness, an ache that never went away.

After the death of your father and sister, that ache became all consuming. Some days you couldn’t bare to get up, and yet those where the days Carl turned up, standing on your porch. Throwing stones at your window.

Once again, it was these little things that made life worthwhile. You liked to think that Carl enjoyed your company as much you did his.

Sure, back at the prison Beth had egged you to make a move on him, as it was no denying how the sheriff’s boy made your heart sore. Back then, it was a silly little crush, one you’d indulge in just to pass the time. But now it was impractical. Seeing everybody you loved perish numbed you, and growing attached to Carl would only result in further turmoil.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

So why did seeing Carl with Enid hurt so much?

Whenever you were particularly sad, a walk seemed to help. Except for now, crouched behind a bush watching Carl and Enid hiding in a tree, their faces inches away. It made you feel sick.

Why was he with her? Did she have something you didn’t? Was she prettier? Could understand his comics better?

Your mind ran rampage, the embarrassing feeling of hot tears spilling into your cheeks. This was pathetic. You’d sworn that Carl meant nothing to you, and yet you couldn’t handle seeing him with someone else.

In a hurry, you took off, scurrying back to Alexandria. No more walks. No more going outside. No more little pleasures.

That was until late at night, when the familiar tapping on your window returned.

Ping.

“Stop it!” You shout, moving to pry your window open just before Carl can throw another stone. It makes your insides feel warm and fuzzy, the sight of him standing there, hair messy under his hat. You’d missed him.

“Will you come down?” He asks in a plea, speaking in this whisper-shout in an attempt not to wake the whole neighbourhood. “I haven’t seen you all day. Thought maybe you weren’t feeling well.”

Your jaw clenches, wanting nothing more than to banish him from your sight. “Maybe I just don’t want to talk to you.”

It was harsh, childish venom dripping from your tone as you slam the window shut, the harsh action vibrating against the wall. Sniffling, wiping messily at your eyes, you sat back down on your bed.

Ping.

You groan into your pillow, rolling onto your stomach and kicking your legs against the bedding. Why won’t he give up?

At your lack of response, there’s silence. It sounds like Carl’s gone home. Good. Now you can avoid him all day, all night, and never have to see him that close to Enid again. She can have him.

Only a few minutes later there’s a knocking at your door. You tilt your head out of the pillow, looking across the room. However, before you can give permission, the door is opening, revealing Carl once more.

“I said I didn’t want to talk to you!” You scold him, and in a fit of aggression, throw your pillow over at the boy.

He catches it seamlessly, throwing it into the bed as he approaches you. “Why the hell not? I got a new edition of Hawkeye. Thought you’d want to read it.”

“Why don’t you read it with Enid?” You mumble, turning away from him to face the opposite wall. This all seems so childish and stupid, the exact thing you wanted to avoid by distancing yourself from Carl.

There’s a beat of silence.

The bed dips slightly, a warm presence filling the space next to you. It takes everything within your power not to look at him.

“Enid doesn’t like comics,” Carl tells you, his voice quiet and sincere, like he can sense how upset you are no matter how irrational. “I wanted to see you today. But you’ve been avoiding me lately.”

You roll your eyes, and with one motion, fall back onto your bed with a huff. “I thought I didn’t want to be near you. Incase… I started enjoying it too much.”

You’re met with silence again, like an indication to continue. At least, that’s how you take it.

“Something bad’s gonna happen, Carl. It always does. And I don’t want… to be too sad, when you get hurt. Or when I get hurt.”

There’s a gentle thud as Carl falls back onto the bed, laying next to you over the covers. You don’t look at him, but he’s looking at you.

“Where’s the fun in that?” He asks, “It’s okay to be scared… but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t do things that make you happy.”

You don’t respond, too embarrassed to admit the feelings that have been eating you up inside. The words you can’t seem to push past your lips, no matter how hard you try.

Luckily, Carl does it for you.

“Do I make you happy?”

It’s an innocent question, yet makes your face flush red, ashamed that he’s been able to pick you apart so easily. If your reaction wasn’t obvious enough, you meekly nod in confirmation.

If you were facing Carl, you’d see the smile that spread across his face.

“You make me happy, too. More than you could understand.” He tells you, an admission that warms your heart.

Finally, you look over at him, and find that Carl is closer than you anticipated. He’s taken his hat off, resting further on the bed, brown hair messily splashed out on the sheets.

A smile of your own makes its way onto your face, feeling understood in a way that’s become so foreign. This couldn’t get any better.

Until it did.

“Can I… kiss you?” Carl asks, an innocent request that reignites that fire within you, the one you’ve been ignoring for so long.

When you speak, it comes out in a nervous whisper, “Please.”

For the first time in months, you’ve found something that truely makes you happy. A little pleasure above all.

The way Carl gently places his lips on yours, hands cupping your face like it were made from porcelain, that you may shatter under his fingers. He’s nervous, but that’s okay. You’re nervous, too.

You could definitely get used to this.

#carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #twd #the walking dead #the walking dead x reader #twd x you #enid rhee

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reiderwriter · 5 months

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hiii !! congrats on 3k followers! I'd like to ask something with 🍷 and nsfw plss! :)

Send me an emoji and a rating, and I'll write you a short song-inspired blurb for my 3k follower celebration

18+ Suggestive Content

"I don't even know what I'm saying right now, I just know I need you to fuck me, Spencer." You clung to your designated driver as you spilled your guts, just thankful that you were doing it figuratively and not physically.

After one too many drinks with Emily, JJ, and Penelope, the liquid courage had acted for you, and you'd thrown yourself into the man's arms as he came to collect you.

"Y/N, you're drunk."

"Drunk and horny, yes, Spencer, please, I want to ride you so badly." His face flushed as he guided you towards his beat-up car, trying to save you the embarrassment of every single person on the street hearing your confessions.

You got loud when you were drunk.

"I want you to bury your head between my legs, I want to tighten my thighs around them so you stay there." You said, dragging your feet so much that he eventually gave up and just picked you up. You immediately wrapped your legs around his waist, not caring however much your skirt exposed as it rolled up to your hips.

"Thank god, finally. Take me to the alleyway and fuck me like a cheap whore," you said, leaning in to press open mouth kisses to his neck as he hauled you to his car. You moaned and writhed in his arms, leaving Spencer to huff out breaths of frustration.

As he dropped you on to the seat and pried your arms off of him, he leaned down close to your face as he strapped you into the seat.

"Listen to me, Y/N. If you remember any of this in the morning, I will do absolutely anything to you that you ask for. I will spend the entire day doing it if you let me. But right now, you are drunk, and I am not going to let you regret this."

"I'll take that bet, Spencer. But you better be there when I wake up."

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d6volution · 4 months

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plss more mean jax x reader smut i live off your writing 🙏🙏🫶

of course ! i love writing mean jax , 😋

tags: mean!jax, rough oral sex, face fucking, possessive!jax, pervy kinger mention.

You fiddled with your hands nervously, Jax was notorious for getting jealous extremely easily every since you two.. became a 'thing.' It was all sunshine and rainbows until time passed and he became more.. possessive over you.

Even in this small circus with only a limited amount of people he found ways to keep you secluded, if not that then following him like a little lap dog.

But once again he found something to get upset over, leaving you in this predicament now.. waiting for him to finally speak and alllow you to release the breath you'd been holding.

"Ya know doll, I thought we had a good thing goin' here." Jax paced in front of you, and despite his hardened voice ...his smile didn't falter. His pacing was more akin to a vulture stalking it's prey somehow.

"Jax, I—" You tried to defend yourself but he cut you off by laughing, his head briefly falling into his palm.

"Save it, toots. Ya know how much I hate sharin' yet here you are waltzin' around in this skimpy outfit." His hand gestured to your body and you shrunk into yourself in embarrassment. Cheeks flushed. He was right.. but in your defense you were doing it for him.

"And before you say you wore it for me, wouldn't explaining ya being bent over in front of kinger earlier." He said dryly, arms crossed over his chest. His smile finally dropped, and you felt small under his gaze.

Your eyes darted to the door behind him out of pure instinct. Sat at the edge of the bed you felt trapped in this room with him. It caused your heart to thud and a sweat to grow on your brow.

"W.. Well, that was.. he asked me to grab something from under his bed for him!—" Now that you were saying that outloud it did sound kind of.. sketchy.

Your lips suddenly puckered as the bunny grabbed your face with a gloved hand, "Are ya really that dumb, doll? That old man hasn't had action in who knows how long of course he asked ya to do something like that."

Your eyes shyly searched for something else to focus on, which was rather hard given your close proximity.

The grip on your cheeks got stronger, causing you to wince and finally make eye contact with him again.

"There ya go." His grip eased up, "Do I needa remind you who you belong to?" His voice was laced with anger which he had been controlling up until now.

"Only I get to see ya bent over all pretty like that doll, ya hear me?" His voice got low and you shook your head yes, your thighs snapped together in anticipation of what he'd do to you.

He noticed that and just smirked before standing to his full height once more. Arms crossed over his chest.

"Now be a doll and suck me off." He looked down at his nails nonchalantly.

"H.. Huh?" You were caught off guard.

"Let me say it slow for ya toots,"

He leaned down to your height again and you swallowed, "Suck. my. dick. I need to forget about how stupid you were a second ago,"

Your cunt throbbed, and you rubbed your thighs together and with his help his overalls were removed and his semi hard dick was revealed. He simply stared at you expectantly.

Your soft fingers wrapped around his cock and you stroked it a few times before lining it up with your lips, a few inches sliding into the warm depths of your mouth.

He groans, a hand working its way onto the back of your head. "Did ya like givin' kinger a show, babe?" You tried to pull back to answer but he didn't allow you, so you opted to shake your head.

"Oh really?" He mused, "Come on you can multitask can't ya? move your head."

You took him a few inches deeper, nearly at the base but you started moving your head to and fro, slick noises escaping your lips as you got into a decent rhythm. His taste was always addicting, it was hard to not completely lose yourself in it. But, you couldn't.. you knew this was punishment, which means there would be a catch.

There always is.

"Mmn.. and you're sorry for actin' like such a slut as soon you leave my sight?" You nodded, gagging a little as he pushed your head , forcing you to take him deeper. The sound made a chill run down his spine.

"Mn.. good, then ya won't mind if I do this." He slammed your head down to the base and started using your mouth as nothing more than a warm hole. with no regards to your gagging or pushback against him.

His balls slapped against your chin, nose bumping against his pelvis. You swore his tip was bruising the inside of your throat.

Tears sprung at your lash line and you clawed at anything for purchase.

"What's mn—.. the matter doll? Too much for you?" He grins as you look up with teary eyes, "Answer me and maybe I'll go easy on ya.." He said while practically holding you in place against his pelvis. He knew you couldn't answer him like this and just grinned down at you triumphantly.

"That's.. ngh.. right ya can't.. mn, take it." He thrusted in and out quickly, hardly giving you time to even catch your breath before he held you to his pelvis again. Making you choke on his dick. Pathetic garbled moans escaped your full lips.

Your name rolled off his tongue as he sighed in pleasure. Twitching against the constricting walls of your throat.

God, the way you felt around his dick was too much. Your groans vibrating against his cock. "Nngh.. just.. stay just like that babe.. almost..—" You were straining against him, but he wouldn't let up until you felt warm cum filling your throat.

He groaned and finally pulled back, causing you to sputter and cough. "Hha.." You panted and he reached down to caress your face. A hand tilting your chin up. He got a good look at your messy face.

"Ya, good babe?"

"M.. Mnhm..." You nodded, eyes glazed over a little.

"Hm.. good.." He actually squatted down to your height this time, "Because next time ya pull a stunt like that, I'll do more than take your breath away for a few seconds."

He grinned and lightly tapped your face before audiovisual standing to his feet, adjusting himself and leaving you and that throbbing between your legs alone in the room to sit and think about what you'd done.

#the amazing digital circus #ask #jax tadc #minors dni #jax x reader

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celabi · 1 year

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just scummy scara having to be in the bathroom with you constantly. like homie will sit on the counter while you do your business. (not in a gross sexual way, like hes not gonna stare). and sitting on the toilet seat when you wont let him shower with you. bc you actually need to shower. you let him control the music so he feels needed.

just scummy scara with separation anxiety. the doors in ur house stay open so if you get up to get a snack and he’s really exhausted and doesn’t wanna get up he can atleast hear you.

and before you guys move in together if he absolutely has to stay at his own place w/o you he’s not too worried about it the cameras he’s set up allow him to see the entirety of every room in your house even the closets.

have fun trying to surprise him.

he worked hard to make sure the cameras aren’t noticeable. hell even if you look for them you won’t find it even if you are in the right area. its one of those things that you won’t find it unless you know exactly where it is and get it. (does that make sense? i hope it does.)

also in public you have to use family restrooms bc he doesn’t want the creeps to be able to peer into your stall. you won’t let him in the restroom so he stands outside like a guard dog.

“So how was your day, baby?” He’s not sure why he even asked that, considering he was right beside you the whole time, and saw everything you had done today. Making idle conversation was not always his strong suit, but for you, he’d do anything to hear you talk.

“…babe, please get out, I’m peeing.” You like, use one of the hand towels to cover your lap, but he still doesn’t move from his spot against the sink, one leg crossed over the other, and even though he takes it upon himself to not look, it’s still kinda embarrassing. He randomly fiddles with the items around him. Your hairbrush, wow how interesting. Just to try and make you feel less awkward.

“Yeah I know… but I miss you…” “… but I’ve been with you all day?” He nods, a small pout on his lips. “So?”

OANQOKWNW pls idk bout you guys, but as a child I would always follow my mother around while she was doing stuff. Going to hang out the laundry? Oh cool I wanna watch. And my hand would always be holding her shirt SOOOO I can just imagine scara doing the same thing 😭 like like his little grubby hands are gripping onto your shirt while you walk around the house and tidy up, and he’s like, just there to support you PLSS

PSLLSMSN just showering without him because even though he says he won’t turn things sexual this time, he always ends up doing it, so you put him in time out so you can probably clean yourself without distraction. And he’s pouting at you through the glass door :((

#🍃 — chatting ☆彡 #scummy scara :(#yandere scaramouche #x fem #genshin impact x reader

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south-of-heaven · 9 months

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Can I have Rhea x Fem reader x Damian where one of them accidentally walks in on the reader changing and while she hides behind a door she tells them of her feelings and leads to fluffy plss

Locker room talk || Rhea Ripley x Reader x Damian Priest

Summary: Damian walking in on you changing leads to an unexpected locker room talk.

You're used to sharing a locker room with Rhea at most arenas. It's a comfortable routine, where you both focus on getting ready for your matches. But today, things take an unexpected turn when Damian Priest, Rhea's boyfriend, walks in while you're in the midst of changing. Your cheeks turn crimson as you quickly try to cover up, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and surprise.

As the initial awkwardness settles, Rhea enters the locker room, her presence bringing a sense of familiarity and ease. She notices your flustered state and chuckles softly, sharing a knowing look with Damian. "Sorry about that, babe," she says, offering you an apologetic smile.

You manage a small smile in return, realizing that it's all in good fun. After all, you've all spent enough time together on the road that you've become like a little family.

Once you've finished changing, you join Rhea and Damian as they sit on the benches, engaging in casual conversation. And then, Rhea's words catch you off guard.

"Listen," she begins, her tone more serious now. "Damian and I have been talking, and we wanted to ask you about something important."

You look between them, curiosity piqued. Damian's expression is warm and welcoming, and you can tell that whatever they're about to say is genuine.

Rhea takes a deep breath, her eyes locked onto yours. "We've been considering... adding a third partner to our relationship. And we've both thought a lot about it, and we want it to be you."

The surprise of their proposition leaves you momentarily speechless. Your mind races as you process their words. It's not every day that someone is asked to join a couple's relationship, and you're taken aback by their openness and honesty.

As you search their faces, you see nothing but sincerity and care. It's clear that they hold you in high regard and that this decision was made after a lot of thought.

You take a moment to gather your thoughts before responding. While the idea is unexpected, you realize that you care deeply for both Rhea and Damian. Their presence in your life has been a source of comfort and camaraderie, and you find yourself intrigued by the prospect.

"I... I appreciate your honesty," you finally reply, your voice steady despite the flutter of emotions in your chest. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little unsure, but... I trust both of you. And if you're willing to include me in your relationship, then I'm willing to give it a try."

The relief and happiness that wash over their faces tell you that you've made the right choice. Rhea reaches out to squeeze your hand, a grateful smile curving her lips. Damian's warm gaze holds yours, and you can sense his genuine appreciation for your willingness to be open to this new chapter.

In that moment, as you sit together in the locker room, a sense of unity and understanding envelops the three of you. You may be stepping into unfamiliar territory, but with Rhea and Damian by your side, you're willing to explore this unique journey together, knowing that your connection and friendship will guide you every step of the way.

#wwe fanfiction #wwe x reader #pro wrestling #wrestling #wwe #damian priest #damian priest x reader #rhea x reader #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley x damian priest #rhea ripley x reader x damian priest

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etcrow · 2 years

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Hihii! If you're still taking requests, could i ask for some mammon x reader where the reader/mc confides in him a lot for comfort since he was basically the only one that cared when belphie killed them? (Perhaps the whole event caused trauma and the brothers raising their voices or threatening them causes them to sorta attach themselves to mammon for comfort and safety). Gn mc with established relationship pretty plss 🙏

A crow inside the closet

Genre: fluff

Characters: GN!MC x Mammon

Universe: Obey me

Warnings: estabilished relationship, mention of anxiety and panic attacks

A/N: I HC that Mammon helps MC during anxiety or panic attacks so this ask is marvelolus, thanks for requesting

Summary: Mammon takes care of MC everytime someone or something scares them

After the incident with Belphegor, your anxiety has increased a lot and your panic attacks have become more frequent. Whenever someone raises his voice or makes sudden movements, you stiffen and clam up, especially if Belphegor is too close to you. Mammon is the only one of the brothers capable of calming you down when you have an attack, which has become quite frequent now.

You are eating your dinner, sitting at the table with the brothers. It is a day like any other. Asmo is talking about his live on DG, while Beel chews noisily and Belphie sleeps at the table. Mammon sits next to you and watches you from time to time, conversing with Levi who tries to propose a night game of Apex. The demon, caught up in the heat of the moment, leans toward you and in a somewhat high tone of voice asks if you would like to join the game.

You flinch, blinking, and Levi brings a hand to the back of his head, embarrassed. Mammon looks at him sternly and he apologizes under his breath, rephrasing the question in a friendlier tone of voice. You nod, looking at the demon, and he winks at you, eager to start the game. You go back to eating your dinner, when Satan slams Beel for the noise he is making while eating and Mammon immediately casts a glance at you, reassured by your calm expression.

Dinner seems to be going well, no one has caused any harm. You get up from the table along with Asmo and Satan to collect the dishes, and Beel heads to the kitchen with Belphie to wash them. You are just crossing the threshold of the kitchen when Belphie appears in front of you and shouts 'BOOO', nearly knocking the dishes you are holding out of your hand. You blanch and stiffen, staring at the demon in horror as you barely support the dishes, shaking.

Beel gives him a slap on the back of the head and he murmurs an 'Ouch' holding up his head. You set the dishes down on the table and, trembling, try to get out of the kitchen, bumping into Mammon who looks at you and, noticing your expression, asks if everything is all right. You don't know what to say and noticing Beel's and Belphie's glances he frowns and clamps his mouth shut. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he yells at his younger brother, who stares at the floor like a wounded puppy. Beel shakes his head, unable to defend his twin, and remains silent as you, panicked, run away, causing Mammon to suddenly turn around, calling your name to make you come back.

You run desperately to your room and lock yourself inside the closet, beginning to breathe heavily from panic. You hear the door to your room open and Mammon's voice calling your name as he searches the room for you. He is almost about to leave when he thinks you might be hiding inside the closet and slowly opens the door, finding your hiding place.

He finds you crouching in there and leans toward you, taking your hand. "Breathe easy, count to three with me, come on. 1, 2, 3..."

You count along with him, breath by breath and slowly feel the air enter your lungs, regaining your composure. Mammon still holds your hand tightly and you squeeze his in return, keeping your eyes closed. A little later you can breathe normally again and Mammon sighs. "Would you like to come out of the closet...?"

You shake your head and he brings a hand behind his head. "Make room for me then."

You squint as you see the demon enter the closet with you and then surround you with an arm and pull you toward him. You snuggle against him and let him hold you as he rests his head on top of yours. "Feeling better, little crow?"

You nod, resting a hand on his and stay that way for a few moments. His DDD vibrates and he stares at the screen, sighing. "...Levi wants to know if we're going to play Apex later."

You take his phone and take a selfie with him, sending it to Levi with the description 'Little crow in the closet. We're solving the problem'

Levi sends a sticker with a confused and worried look and Mammon replies that he will let him know within an hour. You stay hugging him and the demon leaves a kiss on your forehead. "You know we can't sleep in here, right?"

"Monny."

"Tell me."

"Thank you."

He remains silent for a moment, then smiles. "That and more for ya, little crow"

You lean toward him, kissing him softly on the lips, feeling really lucky to have such a boyfriend, even if sometimes a little dumb. He hugs you tightly and opens the closet door, taking your weight. You look at him with a look full of confusion and he chuckles, holding you close to him. "Match in Apex and then a good night's sleep in my room?"

You laugh, nodding and holding on to him. Mammon is really wonderful.

#obey me #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me shall we date #obey me post #obey me mc #obey me headcanons #obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me mammon #obey me fandom #obey me fanfic #obey me fanfiction #obey me fic #obey me fluff #obey me hcs #obey me headcannons #obey me headcanon #obey me x you #obey me x reader

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headkiss · 1 year

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hii im obsessed with your works!! i love them <3 i was wondering if you could write steve meeting readers family. and being super nervous and cute because he had came over to drop something and didnt expect your family to be there. maybe he just came back from basketball or the sport he plays and regretting not taking a shower before…

idk, change anything you want if its too detailed plss!!

hiii thank u so much! i switched it to be a little christmas dinner, hope that’s okay! | 0.6k, fluff and readers mom is in it

Meeting a partner’s family is always nerve-wracking.

When it comes to meeting yours, Steve’s more nervous than he’s ever been. You mean more to him than anyone else he’s been with, and so, your family’s opinion does, too. If he plans on being with you forever (which he does), then he has to impress them.

Then, there’s the added pressure of the holidays. Dinner is one thing, Christmas dinner is something else.

You’ve assured him over and over that they’ll love him, that they practically already do because of how much happier he’s made you. He simply shakes his head each time you say it, a flush creeping over his cheeks.

As if he’s not already nervous enough, he remembers his own family, and how it’s the only way he knows. The passive aggressive comments, the expectations, the awkward silence at dinner whenever he defends himself in the slightest.

He hopes that he’s not like them, that he’ll fit in with a room full of laughs and love and actual, real smiles.

While Steve’s a total wreck, you’re not worried in the slightest. He’s the most incredible boy you’ve ever known, an even better boyfriend, and there’s absolutely no way your family could ever dislike him.

He sits in the driveway in front of your house longer than he needs to. Then, he worries that they might be weirded out if he doesn’t come in. So, he picks up the flowers he brought—one bouquet for you, one for your mom—takes a deep breath, and heads to your door.

He barely knocks three times before the door opens, your mom, he knows from pictures he’s seen, beams at him from inside.

“You must be Steve.”

“That’s me,” he says. He holds out the flowers for her, “these are for you.”

He addresses her by Mrs, followed by your last name. She’s quick to correct him.

“Flowers! That’s very sweet of you,” she says, “come in, come in.”

He does, and your house is far better than his, he thinks. It might be smaller, but it’s more of a home than his ever has been.

“Sweetie, your boyfriend’s here!” Your mom calls. You’re in the room in a blink.

“Stevie,” you walk over to him, wrap your arms around his neck to give him a hug. The warmest greeting. So warm Steve forgets it’s December, that snow and cold winds are outside. You feel like summer.

“Hi, baby,” he says, kissing your cheek and pulling away to hand you the flowers. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas. These are beautiful.”

You dip your face down to smell them, to relish in the feeling of being given flowers by Steve. He gives them to you often, and it never gets old. The romance of it, the almost shy smile on his face when you compliment his choices.

“Mhm, just like you,” he says, tapping the tip of your nose, making you scrunch it slightly in response. It’s the cutest fucking thing.

“Well I was told you’re an excellent boyfriend,” your mom says. “This one talks about you all the time.”

“Mom,” you drag out the word, embarrassed by her exposing you for being lovesick. It’s true, though.

“I try my best,” he says.

You lean your head against his shoulder, hold his hand to try and ease him in any way you can. And you know he’s a sucker for physical touch.

Steve was expecting so much worse. He feels welcome, and cared for. Your mom takes his coat, she asks him if he wants anything to drink (after chastising you for not doing it yourself).

Plus, with you next to him, your scent in his nose and hand in his, he really can’t feel too bad.

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delilahcalicocat · 11 days

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Can I have Edge x Fem reader with the prompts “I trust you” + “I love your heart” plss

A/N: Of Course!!! I've added a little backstory to this though <3 and I'll be making a prompt list soon enough lol

♤: prompt 1- I trust you & prompt 2- I love your heart / you for who you are

{Pairing: Edge x Fem!Reader}

{Warnings: Mentions of Smut, Anxiety, Crying, Mentions of Drinking, Swearing}

《Summary: Edge and Y/N have been friends since childhood. And they have a troubled past after a drunken intimate night and Christian brings his Sister to the Royal Rumble to See Edge on Purpose.》

Edge- Adam (Yes Y/n calls him that)

"Y/N, Do you.. Trust.. me?" It'd been weeks since that night happened. But the words stuck in your head.

"Yes.. Adam.. I trust you.." That night wouldn't have broken apart the Years of friendship you and Edge had. You had too many drinks that night.

Christian ended up having to drag you out of the Club. Your own Brother taking you out of the club.

You ended that night with crying, you felt awful.. Edge never admitted it to you either. But he loved you for you. And didn't want that night to be a one night thing..

But here you were, at the royal rumble with Christian. You guys didnt know who'd come out at what time or spot.

You were having a good night until, You heard the familiar song.. 'Metalingus' the song that haunted your dreams.

Your eyes widened in shock, if it weren't for you being front row, you'd knock Christian into another dimension with the amount anger you'd felt.

Christian had set you up, he wanted you to see Edge, you two needed to talk. Christian was secretly Adam's Wingman.

"Christian!" You yelled, your fists balled up

"Calm down sis, you don't wanna embarrass yourself." Christian Sighed

"Gahh! You betrayed me! You told me Adam wasn't gonna be here!" You said.

You two were backstage, as Christian wanted you to go see Adam.

"Seriously, I fucking hate you right now Christian." You growled as Christian dragged you closer and closer to the locker room area.

Eventually you were face to face with Edge. The one thing you'd very much feared

"Hey.. Y/n.." Edge Spoke Quietly

"Hi.. Adam." You said quietly back

"Listen Y/N, our friendship doesn't have to be like this.. I'm sorry for all those years ago... we were drunk and stupid..." Edge Said

Your breath hitched in your throat when he mentioned.. That Night.. you were beyond anxious, you were a wreck.

"Adam- Listen... I don't wanna talk about that night, I fucking hate that night. I came here to apologize for lashing out at you. Not remember 8/12/99." You spoke

"Understandable, I'm just sorry Y/N. It's just.. been too long with out speaking to you.. I just.... missed it.." He said

"What do you mean, you missed it?" You cocked an eyebrow

"I missed talking to you, I... kinda actually love you..-" He spoke

"Wha-" You were in shock

"I mean, you've always been so kind.. I love your heart and you as a whole... your perfect Y/n..." Edge Sighed

"A-Adam.. How long-" You got caught off guard by him kissing you

"Y'know what, forget the past.. we can start this over.." You smiled

#wwe smackdown #wwe fic #wwe #wwe raw #edge wwe #wwe fanfiction #wwe x you #wwe x y/n #wwe royal rumble #wwe x reader

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to-the-stars8 · 2 years

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hii im a big fan of you

can you do a love triangle

(dick grayson x yn x jason tood)

long version plss

i'd appreciate it if you make it xx

Ngl, I don't know what a long version is so hopefully, I did this right lol! I kind of put my own twist on it so I hope you like it!! xoxo Part 2

You never considered yourself a genius, but you would say that you were certainly smart in some sense. At the very least, you could point out something that was right in front of your face. And that something was the fact that you were being pulled by Jason Todd and Dick Grayson in an unexpected, poorly realized love triangle.

It was over the past few months you had started to notice it. You mostly noted the different ways they flirted and approached you. Dick was much more forward since he had the confidence. You assumed it was because he often exceeded the high standards held to him. On the other hand, Jason was more reserved and quiet in his approaches.

Dick played with your hair, gave you hugs when needed, and spoke to you in such a way that made you feel like the most important person in his world. He would bring you onto his lap, running his hand through your hair as he whispered the things he wanted to do to you. There were plenty of nights you laid awake thinking about the things he said and did.

Jason, on the other hand, loved presenting you with gifts, and his hushed, hidden compliments made you feel like the main character in a romance novel. He had been a lot braver lately, pressing against you in a hidden part of the corridor in Wayne Manor or pressing a kiss to your shoulder when no one was looking.

Now, there you were with Dick, leaning against him as the two of you watched a movie. You weren’t entirely paying attention as he was mumbling dumb comments about it in your ear, bringing giggles out from you.

“Do you think we could try that?” It was insane how seven little words could cause you to go speechless.

Burying your head in your hands, you leaned away from him to spare yourself from any more embarrassment. “What?” He moved toward you, grabbing your wrists gently to move them away from your face, just for you to see his sweet smile. “You don’t want to?”

“You’re being so weird!” You giggled.

“He bothering you, sweetheart?” You both turned to see Jason standing in the doorway.

You shook your head, sitting up straight, away from Dick. “No, not at all! Jason, come and join us.”

Off to your side, you could see Dick rolling his eyes as the two of you had to move over for his brother. Jason sat down close to you, like leg touching leg close. Huffing, the oldest brother squeezed your upper thigh, keeping his hand there, before starting the moving again.

Jason winked and you looked away to hide the red you could feel rising in your cheeks. Satisfied by the reaction he threw his arm on the back of the couch behind you. Slowly, his hand reached the back of your neck, messaging it in languid circles. It was hard to try and not moan from the relief the message gave. And, yet, neither was none the wiser of what the other was doing.

You hated to say it, but you liked it. It could have been because you liked being spoiled with attention, or maybe it was the fact you liked them both. You just weren’t sure who you liked most. For now, both would do, and it wasn’t too bad since neither of them was aware of the other's feelings for you.

Yes, you were smart, but so were Jason and Dick. That didn’t sway you from the little game you initiated. It was going to be interesting to see how long it took the other to catch on to exactly what you were doing. The result was certainly going to be fun to see.

#jason todd x you #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #jason todd #red hood #dick grayson #dick grayson x you #romance

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moonartemisia · 3 months

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I take advantage of the fact that I will be here to ask uvu .. 6,13, 14, 24 plss for my parents ahr hatitia hehe

┈➤ omg anon, you send another spicy question. But sure 👀 this feels like an interview for HaTitia and I'm loving it 😩💕

6. What do you think the others love language is?

┈➤ Hajun: Heidi is a physical touch and words of affirmation type of woman. As I myself isn't open, I need someone to do that for me *smiles*

┈➤ Letitia: Uh, well... I see Hajun as acts of service, he spoils me alot even if I don't ask him to

13. What's the most noticeable physical attribute of your s/o to you?

┈➤ Letitia: his smile, it always makes my day. Also I love his eyes. I call him "Golden Ratio" my love is too perfect *giggles*

┈➤ Hajun: her lips, hair, and eyes likewise. You know she has a lip piercing on? It's quite tempting to kiss her and take it off while I do~

14. Spicy: Favorite sexual position?

┈➤ Letitia: *blushes* uhh is this necessary!? Are all interviews like this nowadays!? Okay... uh, I should state missionary and doggy style would—

┈➤ Hajun: you missed the point, Heidi *smirks as he chuckles* personally I love a good 69 position, cowgirl, missionary, and prone bone or doggy style, too. I may add Heidi enjoys a good cunnilingus with a little bit of fingering on the side *he looks at her*

┈➤ Letitia: I don't know if that can be considered as a kink or a sexual position, Hajun *blushes in embarrassment*

24. Would you consider yourself lucky to have found each other?

┈➤ Hajun: I'd say yes, despite my first encounter with her was all the love and hate dynamic I must admit. Thanks to Allen, but he didn't refer me to her. We all formally greeted as rappers, and Heidi as she is the solo female Filipino rapper. She is something I wanna hold and cherish *chuckles*

┈➤ Letitia: Me too, Hajun. I'm actually happy he's been open and kinder to himself lately. Which is why I support him along the way no matter what. Also, aside from his vagueness his inner softness is what I love about him. I'm so lucky to have him by my side... *smiles sweetly*

#☆૮꒰•༝ •。꒱ა elise×anons #elise answers #eliseasks #HaTitia ♡#hatitia #paradoxlive #paradox live #paradox live the animation #paradox live oc #pararai #paralive #hajun yeon x oc #hajun yeon x reader #yeon hajun #hajun yeon #hajun

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fallingforel · 8 months

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Heyy, hope you're doing good, can you write something for tristan evans with the prompts 3 and 22 plss, lots of love❤️

a/n: once again so so so sorry it has taken me almost 2 months to do this ive just been super super busy with everything...but i'm here now. anywhooo on with the show.

PROMPTS 3 & 22: "I need you" & "you smell nice"

words: 599 (sorry its short. was trying to scounge my brain for ideas)

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Tristan and I had been together for 5 years now being friends for 5 years before that. But him coming back from tour had never gotten any easier, even when we were friends. So when he was back, the waiting for him made me on edge, cleaning the house top to bottom distracting myself eager for his return. So best believe when I heard the lock turn in the door from upstairs in the bedroom just hoovering in a boobtube and leggings...gross feeling like I was covered in dust.

I leapt into his arms "Trisssss. your back finally." "yes I am darling" he replied wrapping his arms around my waist meeting at my back, pressing a kiss to my lips. "ahhh I've missed this. so much. I need you tris." "and You've got me darling." He replies going back into the kiss.

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After a few hours on the sofa catching up on what Tristan did on tour. I did while he was gone. How the rest of the boys were. My stomach grew a loud growl, causing me to hide between sofa cushions embarrassed. "Why you hiding Y/n?" "Did you hear my stomach, that was fucking embarrassing Tris." "It just means your hungry love. Do you want me to make food?" "How about we go out. I fancy a TGI's and one of their cocktails sounds so good right now." "Yeah okay. go have a shower love. do what you need to do. and I'll meet you by the door at 7?" "yeah, ooh can you nip to superdrug and get some bits for me?" "yeah course I can. Have you got a list?" "I'll text you it."

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Sooner and Sooner it was approaching 7, and Tris was not back. I however was ready. Granted it was only 10 to 6 so he had more than an hour to be back. And then the bedroom door opened. And he popped the superdrug bag down on the bed. I said thank you and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. And I found the perfume I was waiting for him to come back with however it wasn't in there. "Tris wheres the perfume I asked you to get?" "Oh yeah about that." he says holding his hands behind his back. "While I was away I got you something." I cocked an eyebrow at him. He soon bought out what was behind his back which was a paper bag with writing on it which read "mugler" "You didn't tris." "I did. we were out in Milan, I saw mugler, I knew you were running out of alien, well blossom. And I knew that if you were with me you wouldn't of bought it. never would've treated yourself. So I bought it for you. I wanted you to have it. It smells nice on you anyway. And you deserve it." Tears started forming in my eyes. "Tris..." "You don't have to say anything babe. I know you appreciate it. Stop crying. I love you" "I love you too"

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I finish getting ready, I book an Uber to arrive outside our house for 7.

"Tris are you ready? Ubers here." I shout from the front door up the stairs.

"yeah, I'm here." he says running down the stairs.

"mmh, you smell nice. What is that?"

"While I was in mugler I had to get myself something. It's A STAR men. Now we can match."

"You're sweet you. come on dinner and cocktails awaits" I say opening the door waving my clutch bag out the door. gesturing Tristan out the door.

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Can you plss do all the asks? 🥺🩷

yess of course tis was fun ^-^

Dolores - whats favorite movie/play?

i have multiple but of course tangled <33 that movie is so special to me !! also lolita (1997), leon the professional, the handmaiden n marie antoinette r my TOP favorites !

Selah - any wild school stories?

umm idk bc it was a long time ago so i dnt remember much n my whole school life is just embarrassing bleh i had lots happen even tho im the quiet girl so u wudnt think but i even got suspended once lolz

Layla - do you believe in love at first sight?

yes n no ! i like the idea of it bc it sounds magical n romantic but also dnt bc i dnt like the idea of appearance mattering so much but realistically it does n actually the fact that taste is subjective n how ppl often change their appearance in subtle or non subtle ways to feel more like who they r inside makes love at first sight sound a lil more plausible, sure not always but i dare say the fact that someone is an 'npc' says at least that they do not prioritize self expression thru style ! there is small things that might make someone fall in love lik things that r more abt someones aura rather than the superficial way we view the phenomenon .. now im not sure the depth of said feeling or if its simply attraction but rly what is love anyways >.<

*update: rereading this ... wat in the adhd brainrot was goin on here😭 it doesnt even make sense ! i tried to fix it a lil but girl wat R U SAYIN LMAO*

Luli - favorite summer memory

i spent a summer in my grandma house n it was a super fun summer ! play freely outside everyday watch cartoons till late at night ! also there was so many animals, bunnies, ducks, puppies n a guinea piggy n i even made a rly close friend w a neighbor little girl same age as me ! i also have memories of going on walks thru the forest with my great grandma n i think it was season 2 episode 1 anne with an e where she is having fun in nature thats how i felt n looked like to my little kid eyes !!

Eve - do you believe in the supernatural?

i do !

Tracy - are you impulsive?

way too much …

Evie - would you say you’re the “wild” friend?

yes smh im rly shy but i will do anything with my friends as long as it isnt smth as scary as social interaction... if im curious (which i always am) n it sounds fun ya im in

Adrienne - any crushes?

real or fictional? bc yea

Iris - do you consider yourself street smart?

absolutely no

Mathilda - do you have any siblings? if so who’s your favorite?

only child

Angela - did you play sports in school?

fuck no only when i was forced to in PE :c

Violet - do you consider yourself an “old soul”?

um kinda between an wise being n the dummmiest of the dummies

India - do you play any instruments?

no im no where near that cool :c

Ivy - favorite place to hang out

in my bed or anywhere there is cats :c i will update once i travel more n move out frm hell on earth …

Vivian - did you move a lot growing up?

move as in lived in diff places ? if so no the bane of my existence is living in the same small town my whole life

Enid - whats your best friend like?

she is the kuromi to my melo ! the wednesday to my enid heheh

Nikita - have you ever had a teacher crush?

no comment mybbb i did but i rather not think abt it jeez

Jasira - what was your first SO like?

idk how to answer this but probs an asshole

New New - have you ever been the new kid in town?

so i know i said ive always lived in the same small town but i kinda moved to the country side in that small town n went to school there so yes plus i moved once again to other schools in town so was the new kid in school if it counts

Lala - do you prefer carnival games or rides?

bothhh i luv carnivals !!

Jules - whats your dream job

i dont dream of labour :/ but i wud rlyyy like to create a brand smth crazy like sanrio or mezzo piano with mascot characters n clothes, acessories, stationery etc !!

#ask punzie~!!💗

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