CW: yandere is a playboy before he meets reader, suggestive (creepy) thoughts, minor obsessive behaviour
🎸 Axel's been in many relationships with both men and women alike, but all of his little flings felt nothing more than that, just flings.
🎸 And he was content with it, I mean being a famous rockstar meant lots of people wanting a chance with you and he indulged in that fact.
🎸 He could sleep with whoever he wanted, whenever he wanted, and he wouldn't have to deal with the commitment that comes with dating or any of that messy stuff.
🎸 So why the hell can't stop thinking about you ?!?!?!!
🎸 He scratched his head trying to make sense of it, his messy hair getting even more ruffled as he tries to get the image of your smile out of his head.
🎸 You were in a miscellaneous store full of alt clothing, trinkets and various other stuff when he walked in with his bandmates.
🎸 It was fairly normal when he came in the store. It was dim with some random punk song playing faintly in the background. His friends started exploring, looking at the graphic t-shirts and mugs shaped like skulls and the like.
🎸 He got a bit bored and wandered to the other side of the store. It had posters, candles and..who's that?
🎸 There you were, staring longingly at a plush toy sitting on one of the shelves, just standing there.
🎸 He didn't think much of it, probably just some person baked out of their mind. "Hey buddy, you doin' good?"
🎸 You snap out of your gaze and look at the big hulking man in front of you. You stutter out an apology and explain your little misfortune.
🎸 "So you want this..toy...but you can't afford it..?" He raises a brow at you as you nod, making him chuckle.
🎸 He thought for a moment, looking at the stuffed creature, well it wouldn't hurt to buy it for you, he's pretty well off from all the gigs and concerts he's been in so...
🎸 "How 'bout I buy this thing for ya then? But you owe me~" He winks, thinking he could score some quick sex for being such a 'gentleman'
🎸 But no, instead of a blush or a knowing smirk, you just looked at him with the widest, most innocent eyes he's ever seen, you were practically shaking with joy as he said it.
🎸 You thanked him profusely before listing off things you could do in return, treating him to some food, buying something for him in return, plain paying him back..he was a bit surprised.
🎸 "O-oh...uhm that was a joke heheh, y-you don't have to do all that babe..." He blushes.
🎸 The two of you head to the cashier, his friends spying from behind the aisles as his gaze is locked on the little ball of cuteness beside him.
🎸 Seriously? Did you even know who he was? This has never happened before...most of the time, he would pay for someone's drink or something and they'd be on his dick in seconds, but you, you were so..different...it felt nice..
🎸 You didn't even get it in a bag, you immediately took the plush after it was paid and hugged it close.
🎸 so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute!!!
🎸 "Hey uh..so me and my buds are in a band and uhm..wanna maybe..watch our next gig?" He asks nervously, he's never been so shy towards anyone!!
🎸 You agree, thinking it's the least you could do for what he did for you.
🎸 You take out your phone, Axel can't help but grin at the case, it was cute, like you~..
🎸 "Here's my number if..you need it.." You smile at him, that smile..that damn cute smile...you had his heart wrapped around your finger at this point.
🎸 "Th-thanks sugar..I'll see you there.." He smiles back as you part ways, he heads back to his friends who were bombarding him with questions as he watches you skip out of the store with your new little soft friend.
🎸 That night, he was getting ready for the show when he got a message notification and sees that you sent a picture of the show from one of the seats with some text "Good luck out there!"
🎸 His face was on fire as he realized you were there, he peeks out in the crowd and there you were, your little plush toy in tow.
🎸 You look so out of place from the people in spiky jewelry and dark outfits, you were just in a hoodie and baggy pants, albeit the hoodie had a MCR design on it, but you can tell it was very soft compared to the rest of the audience.
🎸 Finally it was time for the show to begin and it was the most passionate he's been in a while, it seemed as if the words he was singing were dedicated to you and you alone.
🎸 The little glances at you made you giddy, like a friend seeing their bestie perform, you were cheering excitedly for him, not in a fangirly way, but one of genuine support and amazement.
🎸 After the performance, Axel tried finding you, but the crowd was too big and he assumed you must have left already.
🎸 Wait..why is he being so buddy buddy with you? You just met today! It's not like you two were best friends or anything!
🎸 He tried dismissing the thought of you, tried distracting himself by flirting with other people, but he could only think about you, and making you smile like that again..
🎸 no no no! get out of my head!
🎸 Maybe a little fling can ease his mind?
🎸 Even on his bed with some random girl after show, he can still think of you.
🎸 Would your skin be as soft? or maybe softer? How would your hair smell? He bets your moans would sound delicious..
🎸 shit FUCK!!
🎸 Even after his one night stand, he kept thinking of you
🎸 He stares at your messages, you sent a lot of pictures of your plush toy doing goofy things to him, so cute..so silly...he can't help but smile.
🎸 He decides to look you up on social media and..
🎸 Wait a minute...you make music too?
yep this was a bit short but idk man i love making you guys suffer <3 stay tuned for part 2 (i am actually out of ideas guys please request me please please ple-)
BROO more makeup artist reader plsss 🙏🙏🙏 My lesbian the heart loves this fic 😭😭😭
Yes of course lovely ! Here you go, more m.u.a reader <3 and tysm mwah 👩❤️💋👩
Imagine #15: ”Are you made at me? Or just horny?”
(makeupartist!reader - part 1 - jealous!reader - smut with plot - 1.9k words)
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It's been three weeks.
Three weeks since she kissed you. Since she yanked you down onto her lap and made you hump out an orgasm on her thigh like it was nothing. Since you left her dressing room with her hoodie in your arms and your underwear sticking to you the whole drive home.
She never mentioned it again.
But the damn late night texts began.
Stupid, blurry selfies. Her makeup smudged after a night out (probably right after the shift you worked)
One text read: "Could use ur hand right about now."
Then there were the PR package photos. Random lipsticks and shadow palettes from brands you'd never seen her actually wear. She wasn't the type to wear much makeup outside of red carpets or shoots anyway (if that were the case, then you know it'll be thoughts and prayers for you.)
One message came with a photo and text: "New shade. Wanna come try it on me?"
The most recent one? A mirror pic, sweatpants, sports bra, hair tied up. "Miss ur touch, makeup girl." No emoji, only those words.
You nearly threw your phone across the room. Screamed into your pillow.
Still nothing actually happened since.
You didn't reply to the texts. Not really, maybe a heart emoji once. A 'lol' another time. Mostly, you left them on read. Sent messages about time and place, what style her management wanted to go with, if she wanted to try new products. Keeping it professional. Or tired to.
She didn't push it when you ignored them. Didn't apologize either.
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So tonight? You show up for another late night interview taping. Same job...same routine. You sign in, get your kit set up, patiently sit down on your chair waiting for trouble to come through.
You're not nervous. You're irritated. You can't name it exactly, whatever's been boiling in your chest since that night.
But you know it probably has something to do with the way she's been flirting with everyone. Not even trying to be subtle about it anymore.
Five minutes in the greenroom and she's already laughing with the guest coordinator, eyes locked in deep, grin on her face. She lets the wardrobe girl button up her shirt too slowly, holding eye contact the whole time.
And the media? Don't get started. The rumored hookups & relationships? Too many to count. X (Twitter) is convinced she's dating a new person every week.
But when she finally walks over and drops into your chair?
She spreads her legs wide, like always. Ring clink as she adjusts the sleeves of her top. You pumped her chair up 3 times. Her thigh...the thigh presses against the side of your arm.
You set your brushes down a little too hard. She watches you: smirking. "Missed me?" she murmurs.
You don't answer, you're too busy uncapping the foundation bottle.
Her brows lift slightly, a bit surprised actually. "Wow. We're quiet tonight."
"Keep your face still," you mutter, dabbing foundation along her jaw. She tilts her chin up, voice husky. "Mmh. What's wrong? That time of the month?" You glare at her, pause for just a second, then press the brush to her cheek with more pressure than necessary.
She leans into it like she likes the pain. "Kinky," she mumbled under her breath. You don't laugh, not even a smile. She notices that immediately.
Her grin flickers, "Ohh," she says slowly. "You mad at me or just horny?"
You slam the compact shut.
Her lips twitch, "Oof definitely mad."
You grab the lip brush, grip it like it's a blade. "Stop talking.
She actually does goes quiet. No teasing, only looking. Studying your face: her eyes follow the curve of your jaw, the tight line of your mouth.
And then, softly "Come to my room tonight."
You hand barely fall, but you recover and keep blending. "I'm not doing this again," you say, voice a bit lower than you wanted.
"I think we should talk."
"Bout what?" you snap.
Her voice drops to something real this time. Quiet, more firm. "About what's been bothering you since that night you came on my thigh." You don't say anything. You focus on her mouth, that fucking mouth.
"It doesn't matter," you mutter. "I'm your makeup artist. And that's the problem."
You don't tell her about the jealousy. About the way you've been going crazy. How you've started dreading every shift with her, because you know exactly how she tastes like, what she feels like pressed between your legs. You wish she were like your other clients. The ones you don't know, who don't talk to you like matter. The ones you've never seen vulnerable and biting their lip when they look a your hands,
But she's not them.
She leans forward, smiling slow and sure. Voice lowers in something deep now, "Come to my room."
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You're standing outside her hotel suite door. You received a text of her current hotel when you were on your drive home. You know you shouldn't be here. But you're here.
Your fist is raised, knocking (more like banging) before you can convince yourself out of it.
She opens the door. Boxers, a tank top, hair slightly damped. She smells like a fresh shower--warm expensive vanilla body wash--skin. "Bout time, I was gonna start touching myself without you." She jokes...partially.
You scoffed but walk inside. The room is dimply lit, one lamp by the bed. Her clothes from earlier draped over a chair next to a small suitcase.
You cross your arms, standing in the center. "Talk."
She shuts the door, locks it, leans against it. "I saw your face earlier, before I went on...right after "
"You frowned and rolled your eyes at the guest coordinator lady. Lookin' all grumpy." She added fast before you could say anything.
"What?" Your furrowed your brows.
"You're mad because I was flirting with her, right?"
"No..." You crossed your arms. "Is this why you told me to come here? To assume I care about who you flirt or don't flirt with?"
"You think I don't notice how you get when I say soemthin' slick to someone else?"
"Dude, you flirt with everyone, that's not new." You glare.
She pushes her hair back and walks closer to you. You just blink. "You didn't care before, so why now?"
You take a step back, quiet for a second. Then "Because--"
She cuts you off, " 'Cause I kissed you?" her voice is now low. " 'Cause I made you cum?"
She's right in front of you, skin warm, glowing. You hate her for being this bold. Hate her for being this fucking hot. And especially hate yourself for giving in....AGAIN.
You don't know who moves first, but your lips crash into her, rough, fast, messy. her arms pulls you in like she's been starving. Your jacket hits the floor, her hands find your ass instantly, squeezing through your jeans. Your fingers tangled into the damp strands of her hair, tugging hard enough to make her groan into your mouth.
She was trying to ruin you. That's how it feels when she kisses you. Like she already knows how and is just about to finish the job.
Her tongue presses past your lips and you taste the remains of her toothpaste. She walks you backwards towards the bed, her mouth never leaving yours. You're so caught up you barely notice when the back of your knees hit the mattress.
"Jeans off," she mumbled against your jaw, biting your skin just below your ear. "Wanna see how much you missed me." She impatinelty unbuttons them.
You hesitate for a second, "This doesn't fix anything, y'know?"
"Didn't say it would."
You yank your jeans down anyway. She watches you, lips parted, eyes low. Her hand drifts between your thighs, palm pressing over your panties. "Finally... get to feel you."
You look away. "Shut up." But she doesn't. she literally never does.
"So good," she hums.
She pushes you on the bed, crawls over you. Her tank top riding up. "I've been thinking about this," she whispers, voice raspy as she kisses your stomach. "…bout how you looked riding me. The way your mouth opened when I bounced my thigh."
Your head tipping back against the mattress, your groan, “You’re actually so fucking annoying.”
She smiles, breath warm against your lower belly. "Mhm, right. And yet..." She hooks her fingers into the waistband of your panties, "...look at you." Completely soaked for her.
She peels then down slowly, dragging them past your knees, your ankles, and tosses them somewhere behind her without even look. She pauses just for a moment, taking you in.
The way your thighs part, your chest rises. The way your eyes avoided hers, looking away, suddenly shy even after everything. She leans forward again, mouth brushing against your inner thigh, tongue teasing the skin, near where you NEED her the most.
"Open up f'me," she murmurs. "Lemme taste how much you find me annoyin."
Your face starts to burn. You swear under your breath but do exactly as you're told: legs falling open, heels digging into the expensive bedspread. She shakily exhales, her mouth parting as she finally lowers her head and licks one, slow, line through you.
You twitch, hips jerk. "Oh god."
She groans, mumbling something incoherent about how you taste.
Her tongue circles your clit before closing around it, lips sealing, and sucking lightly. Your whole body arches, you grip at her hair with one hand, the other hand grabbing the sheets besides you.
She's devouring you, hungry, no hesitation nor teasing. Works you open with her mouth, moaning into it. Moving her head like she can't get close enough. Even if she was already suffocating.
Two fingers slide into you without warning. Unhurried at first curling deeeep until your legs start shaking. You whimper, hips rolling up against her face, chasing the pressure.
You’ve been craving it.
She pulls back enough to talk, her fingers still pumping inside you, "Yea? You gonna cum already? Just from my mouth?"
You breath hard, "Shut up and keep going."
She smirks. "Say please."
'You hate her. You hate her. You fucking hate her.'
You yank her hair hard. She laughs into you, muffled and mean. Nonetheless she listens, her tongue flattens against your clit again, steady now. Fingers moving faster, stroking that one spot that makes your vision blur. Everything build fast, that tight feeling in your stomach, a fluttering eagerness in your legs. You're panting-moaning-whispering her name without meaning to. (Regretting it later on)
She hears it and loves it. "That's it...lemme have it."
Your thighs tighten around her head, your back arches, mouth falls open with a sound you barely recognize. You finally break and it's not soft; its a full body snap!
She doesn't stop, she works you through it, tongue slow now, fingers easing as you shake beneath her.
Gasping, eyes fluttering open as she pulls back. Lips swollen and shiny. She climbs up your body again, mouth finding yours without warning. You kiss her back tasting yourself.
Her hand cups your cheek. She still close when she whispers: "Still jealous?"
You roll her over in one quick (clumsy) move. Straddling her hips. She looks up at you like you just confirmed everything she was hoping for.
You reach down between her legs and press through her boxers. She gasps. You grin:
your writing is so good,, could you do rockstar Mello x reader
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a/n . . . THANKY SO MUCH LOVELY !!! hope u like the food 🎸 suggestive , x fem reader
he writes your name in lyrics but never says it on stage. it’s for him. the growl in verse two that sounds like violence? that’s you. “they won’t get it,” he mutters, half drunk, sprawled on a couch at 3am. “get what?” “that it’s all you. every fucking song.” and then he turns, mouth hot on your throat like he can’t stand the distance anymore.
he hates interviews. but he’ll sit through an hour of bullshit just to hear them ask, “who’s the person behind your sound right now?” and he’ll smirk. glance off-camera. won’t answer. because you’re backstage, legs across his lap in his dressing room, wearing his shirt. you are the sound. the snarl. the bite in every live version of his last single.
he records voice memos of you. just fragments — you gasping his name, laughing into his neck, humming one of his demos off-key. and he samples it. buries it into a track. you don’t hear it ‘til the album drops and it’s track seven and your voice is warped under heavy bass — like a secret. a sin. a shrine.
other band members flirt. he doesn’t even blink. but if someone touches you — mello doesn’t scream. he smiles. leans over with a hand on the guy’s chest, voice low: “you wanna keep your fucking fingers?”
when he tours, he leaves you voice messages. never cute. never “miss you.” just: “woke up hard thinking about your thighs around my neck.” or “i can’t sleep in this fucking bed without you.”
and when you do join him on tour? backstage is chaos. he skips soundcheck just to pull you into a stairwell. tugs your shirt up. presses you against cool cement, voice rough: “gimme five minutes. then i’ll go back to being everyone else’s.”
his crew knows not to knock when your jacket’s on his mic stand. because that’s when he’s got you in the green room, bent over his lyric notebook, page crinkled under your hand. he’s still wearing his in-ear monitors. he keeps whispering “be quiet, baby — they’ll hear you on playback.”
when you argue, it’s explosive. backstage, door slammed, someone knocking every three minutes like you guys done yet? and mello’s biting out: “i can’t perform like this — not if you’re pissed at me.” and you’re already pressed against the wall, his hands firm, voice lower: “lemme fix it. right now.”
he keeps things of yours in his guitar case. not romantic ones. a ripped stocking. a lipgloss. a wristband from a club where he kissed you hard enough to knock your teeth. he pulls them out before big sets. presses your lipgloss to his mouth before he walks on stage. just once.
can I request a few nsfw alphabet for some ninah characters? 🥺 bar guy, enerjeka addict, rockstar and fairytale enjoyer, please? ♡
More NSFW Alphabets
How could I refuse such a polite request? Besides Bar Guy, I'm not well acquainted with the other characters, I tried my best and I hope I did them justice :3
cw: sex headcanons babes!!!
featured: bar guy, enerjeka addict, grayscale guy, fairytale enjoyer
wc: 3.5k
Bar Guy (Yesenin)
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
He quietly goes to get some wipes, water and clean clothes for you. Might offer to shower together if you aren't too tired, he'll gladly take care of you.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
His favorite part of you is your voice, it soothes him and he could hear it all day long, he enjoys all of you but your voice is just... perfect.
He likes his arms, he thinks they're strong enough to allow him to lift you however he pleases.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Seeing you swallow it riles him up.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He has a scent kink, but he has never disclosed it because it makes him look like a freak.
It's not like he doesn't want you to shower, quite the opposite, but he likes to bury his face in the crook of your neck and smell your natural scent, it does wonders for his sex drive.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He's had his fair share of one night stands and relationships, so he's quite experienced.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Full nelson, He's not going to elaborate further.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Unlikely to hear him crack jokes during sex BUT every once in a while he might throw a sarcastic response that makes you crack up and laugh. It embarrasses him greatly.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Trims it every once in a while so you'll likely see the beginning of a bush when you unzip his pants, but he never lets it grow too much.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Even when it's supposed to be rough, the way he caresses your face or your arms, the way he whispers into your ear and how close he keeps you make the experience very intimate and tender.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He's not a hormonal teenager anymore so it's way less frequent, generally once or twice a week, BUT he's very vocal so you might want to "accidentally" catch him in the act if you're a fan of men whimpering your name.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
He enjoys being called "daddy" but doesn't like the whole "little girl/boy" thing.
He's a fan of shibari.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Due to him being tall and lanky he's another fan of the bed, but doesn't mind tables and couches too.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Make out sessions are the best way to rile him up, they turn steamy very quickly and if you pull away too early for his liking he'll smash his lips against yours again.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He doesn't like con-non con, not judging those who have that kink, but he craves intimacy and that type of roleplay makes him feel distant.
Not into pet-play or age-play, those are a hard no for him.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Not opposed to either, though he prefers being directly inside of you. He prefers fingering as a form of foreplay, but due to his experience he's rather skilled (not as much as Protagonist though).
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
He takes it slow and sensual, loves the intimacy of it.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Absolutely yes, he'll happily indulge in quickies if you're too far from home, he likes the sense of urgency.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He needs to discuss some things beforehand, but he's not opposed to experimenting, if you don't enjoy it you can always stop, so it's not an issue.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
It takes him a long time to finish a round, up to 15 minutes, he can go for a maximum of three.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He likes toys, though he prefers to use them on you. However if you buy a vibrator to strap to his dick and a cockring he'll be happy to use them.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He doesn't verbally tease but he tends to delay your orgasms to make them more enjoyable.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He's vocal only when he masturbates and when he's close to cumming, otherwise he just sighs or pants. (if you want more sounds you really need that cockring, it turns him into a whining mess)
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
It took him a while to lose his virginity due to his tremendous size. He's had various partners run away because of that.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Some men would consider this a blessing, but unfortunately it caused him issues in the past, as he stands at a whoopping 11.5 inches (around 29 centimeters) when hard. Luckily, he wears an L-sized condom so, while you'll need some time to get used to the length, the girth is easier to manage.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
He doesn't die if he doesn't get it, it's pretty average.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He isn't the type of guy to doze off immediately after, he's just veeeeery relaxed and prone to romanticism. If you cracked him good expect him to start composing some poetry at his desk after you're both cozy and cleaned up.
Enerjeka Addict
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
It's probably the only instance where he'll actually stop fidgeting and moving around, congrats, you're stronger than Enerjeka!
He'll still be "charged" enough to help you clean yourself up and help change the bedsheets.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He likes your chest, both for sexual and romantic reasons. It's sensitive, it's fun making you squirm and it's so perfect! But he also likes laying his head on it and listening to your heartbeat. It's the only thing that can actually make him stay still for more than two minutes.
He likes his mouth! It's great for talking, kissing and marking you!
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
His enerjeka addiction changed the taste and also the color so don't be scared if it looks slightly green, I mean, what did you expect, have you seen his teeth and eyes?
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He's a fan of used underwear, he can't help it! You wore it and it smells of you so intensely, you wouldn't mind lending him a pair, right?
It will take him a long time before he actually works up the courage to ask you.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Fairly experienced, he's young and charming so he managed to score many dates and one night stands. Now that his addiction to Enerjeka has fully blown, he doesn't think he has the time for that.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
He likes the cowgirl position, it doesn't matter to him whether you're AMAB or AFAB, that's his absolute favorite.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He likes to crack jokes and have a laugh from time to time, it makes you clench around him and the vibrations around his cock are delicious in his opinion.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Hairy but well kept.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
The intimacy aspect comes after sex, during aftercare.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Before you, he masturbated quite frequently, as a way to release all the pent up energy.
After, it's still frequent, but way less now that he can have you.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
He has a bit of a breeding kink, without the desire to actually get you pregnant. (If you're AMAB/can't get pregnant he still loves it because of the creampie aspect).
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
He likes the shower, for some reason it thrills him.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Don't bend in front if this man if you have something else to do later. Just don't.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He doesn't like BDSM, he tried but it's not really his cup of tea. You can discuss it if you're into it, but even if he agrees it will be very tame stuff.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Not really a fan of oral, he prefers hammering you or getting hammered. He's too antsy to enjoy oral.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Sex with him is fast and intense, he's charged!
You alway look breathtaking how could he even think to take it slow???
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He's a huge fan, they're great for when the excitement gets too much to ignore, before the cataclysm they're very frequent, during the apocalypse they'll be less frequent since you'll have much more time on your hands.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He loves experimenting! He's always liked trying out new things and sex is no different, it's not like you can't stop if you don't like what you're doing so...
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Enerjeka has given him a huge boost, and due to the fact that he's younger compared to the previous three charachters we've explored, he can actually go for an hour or two!
It takes him around ten minutes to cum and it's likely that you'll tap out first.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He likes toys! He'd love to shop them with you, so that you can get something you'd both like, just never show him tentacle/dragon dildos or you'll have to shoo him out of the shop due to how much he's laughing.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He's not that unfair, it really depends on what you've decided to do today.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He moans, stutters and trips on words if he tries to speak, but he's not too loud.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He once attached two fruit flavored lube bottles (edible lube of course) to his cap and tried to drink it with the straws attached to it.
You've decided not to mention the Lube Incident anymore due to how red he gets.
(It's probably the only time his skin looks normal though, it's so...green)
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He's a good 6 inches hard and he wears M-sized condoms. Despite being average, his fingering skills exceed expectations, he promises you won't be disappointed.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Pretty high, he's young and addicted to caffeine so he has even more pent up energy to spend.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He doesn't fall asleep afterwards BUT (☝️) he'll calm down and reach a normal person's energy level.
Rockstar
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
He covers the both of you and lights up a cigarette as an arm snakes around your waist.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He likes your hips, they're great for holding you.
He likes his hands, they can shred and they can give you so much pleasure.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He wrote a song named "Cum" after you had sex for the first time.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
It's highly likely that he has an audio recording or two of you having sex, as an aid for his solo sessions.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He's had plenty of experience due to the groups and places he went to, so yeah, he's no virgin.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Sixty-nine, he finds it more intimate.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Nah, he's not a fan of jokes during sex, you can be goofy after.
He's also generally busy kissing and marking every spot his mouth can reach so...
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
It's bushy down there. He'll trim it down if you really want, but if you don't care he doesn't really bother himself with that.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He's a good blend of intimacy and roughness, you'll be very sore but you also feel the way he tries to maximise skin-to-skin contact. He just likes being close to you y'know?
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He jacks off to your voice messages whenever you're not together, he just loves your voice, your laugh, it's the most melodic sound ever for him.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
He's a fan of semi-public sex and a voyeur, so please be careful not to get caught!
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Basically anywhere you'd like, he just wants to be with you.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
He likes it when you whisper in his ear or sit on his lap, but yeah you being with him is enough to get him worked up.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Watersports. He's had a bad experience with them once, never again.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He's very skilled, pretty obvious given his favourite position.
He enjoys giving and receiving equally, how could he ever choose?
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Fast and intense, but attentive to your pleasure!
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Hell yeah! He's a huge fan of them, he loves a quickie before you go to work or right before a gig, it helps him perform better (at least, according to him).
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
What makes life worth living if not risk? Bring it on!
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He lasts around seven minutes, he can go for five or six rounds.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He likes them and prefers to use them on you.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Not a tease, he doesn't like being edged so why would he do that to you?
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He's not very vocal, mostly grunts and pants lowly in your ear.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He feels a bit self conscious about his body, he's got them lovehandles and he's afraid you don't like them.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He's 5.5 inches hard (slightly less than 14 centimeters) but he wears XL-sized condoms.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Very high, if he could he'd always be inside of you.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He doesn't really fall asleep after sex, if anything, he feels more energized! You're his caffeine ;)
Fairytale Enjoyer
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
He's very attentive to your needs, but you'll see that glazed look in his eyes, as if daydreaming even more than usual. In a sense, he is.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He loves your eyes, they're so beautiful! He feels like he's being granted the privilege of seeing your soul!
He likes his mouth, he can tell stories and pepper you with kisses.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He loves drinking yours.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He wrote smut fanfiction and posted it in one of those early internet forums, please don't make fun of him when he tells you.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He's not that experienced, he's had two partners before you and those relationships didn't last very long, please guide him!
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Missionary. Is it vanilla? Perhaps, but he can tell you how much he loves you and he can stare into your eyes for as long as he wants.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He's not goofy, he just smiles a lot. He feels very lucky to have you.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He's well trimmed, his hair grows too fast for his liking so he keeps it well groomed.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Very intimate and romantic, sex is just a way to express his love for you.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He never masturbated frequently and after he got with you he stopped entirely.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
He loves roleplaying! He's very vanilla but there's something about roleplaying that thrills him!
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Bedroom or couch, he likes comfortable surfaces.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
He loves feeling your weight against him, it's a reminder that you're real and not just a fantasy and it overwhelms him with love.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Hurting you is out of the question, even if you're asking for it. He can't live with that type of image seared into his mind.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He loves giving, feeling you twitch and squirm as he keeps you still. He's part of the "fast learners" club.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
He's slow and sensual, he wants to be able to convey his affection for you with each thrust.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He doesn't really enjoy them, he thinks the fun lies in the time you set aside for sex.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He doesn't experiment much, unless it's tame stuff.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He can last for three rounds, each lasting ten minutes, but he could go on forever with foreplay.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Dildos are welcome if you enjoy using them, he likes cockrings and delaying condoms for himself.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He doesn't like teasing, he feels bad!
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
His voice is soft so don't expect loud sounds but he moans and whimpers.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He has a knight armor in his house that can and will be used for roleplay, prepare yourself lest you accidentally laugh when he comes out wearing it.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He's 7.4 inches hard (almost 19 centimeters) and wears M-sized condoms.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Not that high, but enough to satisfy you. He's more concerned with the emotional aspect of the relationship.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He needs to be sure you're well cared for and thoroughly cuddled before he can fall asleep.
So, you know how there's multiple musician and singer cookies? Well, how would they react if they heard the reader singing? (Self-aware au of course! And I'm asking because I was singing while playing CRK the other day and this just popped in my head)
These three are kinda similar so I thought I'd tie them together :3
Didn't realise till now when I put them together that there's going to be a lot of characters to write for though...it's okay, I got this trust
Some cookies may be OOC, my apologies in advance
((IM ALIVE, sadly had to cut Shining Glitter and Mint Choco out as I already wrote for a lot of cookies </3 Might do a separate post for them))
Clover Cookie He loves your voice and hearing you sing hasn't changed that, it doesn't matter if it's bad singing or not! He loves it no matter what, he'll hum along gently to whatever song you're listening too, especially if he can faintly or just hear the song in itself. He's interested to see what music you're into, he wants to make a song for you after all. And he'll make sure the tune is fit for what you desire.
He gets a bit flustered when he finds out you've done the same, making him a song and about him, makes him feel butterflies. He will happily listen to you sing the song, it doesn't matter to him if you don't know he's aware and just made it for fun, it's the fact you did it that matters. And it makes him feel just a bit mushy inside.
Crème Brûlée Cookie I see him almost wanting to analyze all the songs you've sung, why did they go for this specific beat, why this diminuendo at this spot. He's not gonna critique it, not aloud anyways. He'll enjoy any song you sing, some more than others but if it's sung in your voice. He can give it a slight exemption. He even tries to learn some on his piano! The ones he's particularly fond of.
As soon as you start making a song for him and he hears it, he's quickly keeping an ear out. And as soon as it's finished? Oh he's quick to try and learn the piece himself, he wants to see what went through your mind as you were creating such a masterpiece. How everything came together, bonus points if the songs main instrument IS a piano.
Black Lemonade Cookie She's going to be your number one fan as soon as you start singing, even if you don't plan to get into a musical career. She knows some talents fizzle away due to lack of attention or people complimenting said talent. And even if she isn't able to tell you directly. She's going to try her best to cheer you on, on the sidelines. Don't give up music just because others find it odd! She likes it, and you like it. You liking to sing is the only important thing.
She's a bit surprised when you make a song for her, she doesn't even care if the song doesn't "fit her vibe". She loves it, doesn't matter how the music that played alongside it sounds. You've put in your hard work and there's no way she isn't gonna love it. She sings along and if she ever learns how to play it. She's so willing to play it during her next performance.
Rockstar Cookie Hey! Hey!! Let's go, he loves hearing you sing. Especially if you're passionate about it! If you end up singing more rock songs in the background, expect him to try and to a small guitar rift along during instrumentals as if he's playing with you. He'll just act like it's one of those "idle" things though. He does enjoy seeing you laugh to your friends about the "coincidence"
He gets such a big grin as he hears you make a song for him, he'll pay you back by having a show dedicated to you and your favourite songs. Though it may take a bit he doesn't care!! The song you made for him? The opening act of course, he wants people to hear what an amazing songwriter you are.
Parfait Cookie Oh! Oh!! You should totally sing together!!! It would be such an awesome and amazing collab, oh when she learns you like to sing she's already thinking about the collab, even if it is a rather large request. She doesn't care!! Let a girl dream!!! She's so giddy and happily listening, taking note about which songs you like, maybe if the stars align in her favour she'll be able to sing with you! She already has a list of songs that may suite your taste!
She doesn't even notice at first when the song is for her, just that you're singing. She's trying to take note on what kind of song it is, if you wrote the song in a different beat/genre then what you usually sing she takes note faster and realises. Omgomgomg she's going to explode(/positive) SHE HAS TO MAKE ONE FOR YOU RIGHT NOW, WAIT A MOMENT-
Shadow Milk Oho? A live performance, from one of his favourite people? Of course he's going to listen and enjoy. Besides, some of the lyrics you sing are always interesting (in a good way) he loves learning more and more about you. Plus he thinks your voice is amazing.
He nearly jumps for joy AT you when he finds out you wrote a song about him, oh he is so honoured, more than honoured even. He wants to put that song in a play, he doesn't care if it won't fit. He needs everyone to know!!
Mystic Flour She finds herself self-consciously humming along to the more quieter songs. She doesn't mind the ones that are more upbeat and loud but I see her enjoying the more tranquil ones. There's a few more energetic ones she's grown to enjoy and whether or not that's because of your singer, she won't tell. She'll just shrug and walk away as she hums the new song you've been getting into.
She smiles ever so slightly as you seem to be excitedly showing her the song you made for her. This song will definitely get stuck in her head now oh and she loves it. She sees it as a flex, she knows how hard it is to compose and write a song, and to see you made one especially for her? She'll have fun telling the other cookies.
Burning Spice He loves your voice, he especially loves hearing it when you're doing arena. It's like battle music to him!! Even if the song is more cutesy. With that in mind, imagine boss music, it's a beast cookie who's light is quite literally destruction and as he's running towards you you just hear MLP music (e.g True Friend)
If it weren't for the fact he quite literally screams yes as he holds up his battle axe in victory as if he's won against a fight with someone, Nutmeg wouldn't have known he liked your song...okay that's a lie, she knows he likes the song you made for him, but it's quite entertaining to see The Great Destroyer get this happy over music, but hey!! Let the man be happy, he'll find a way to listen to that song as he defeats enemies for you.
Black Sapphire What's this? My, it's music to his ears, quite literally. He'll happily hum along as you sing, if you sing the song often I think it'll get stuck in his head, whether or not he actually likes it or not is hidden under a smile. Some songs are less to his taste than others but hey, he can endure it if it's for you.
Oh as soon as he hears you sing that song you made FOR him, he's broadcasting it to all of Earthbread. He has to let other cookies know the newest updates on their beloved god. In fact, after a bit, I see him using a sample of it (if he can) as an intro to his radio show. It doesn't matter if it's upbeat or sad, he doesn't care if it won't fit to whatever he's going to talk about! He will do it.
Elder Faerie Your voice calms him in words he cannot explain, and it's no different to when you're singing. He won't say or show it but the songs stick with him, he finds himself subtly singing it to himself as he's walking around your kingdom or awaiting your arrival to the game. It does eventually catch on to the other Faeries but they can't blame him.
He tries to keep a stoic expression when he finds out you've dedicated a song for him, used your lovely singing voice to essentially sing to him. Did you truly care for him that much? He's honoured to have this much affection from you. To other cookies it may seem like he's unaffected, but one touch to his cheek and it's burning hot
Black Pearl She used to sing before, loads before. Now she doesn't as much, it's not a bad memory and it's not that she isn't as fond of it but it's just become a hobby she's almost forgotten about. Until she hears your voice, she doesn't sing along or anything but she happily listens. Some songs she wants to sing but preferably only to you or to herself. Mainly as she might be a bit rusty and you're one of the few that she's okay with hearing her trying again.
You surprise her to no end when you begin singing a song made for her, was she hearing it right? She knew you liked her and you had various ways to show your affections but she never would've expected you to write a song for her. It makes her feel warm inside, she hopes you sing it more often. She wants to hear it.
Pure Vanilla Happily tries to sing along quietly, of course it may take him awhile to try and get the hang of it as he's likely never heard of the song but he does enjoy your voice, he'll love to hear more of your music taste. Even if it's something that he'd think he'd listen to, for you he'll be happy to give it a chance.
You'll make him so happy if you ever made a song about him for him, he tells himself everyday how lucky he is to have technically met you and how sweet you are, so this just furthers that feeling. He catches himself happily humming the song to himself when you're away, almost to comfort himself when he misses you.
White Lily Oh my! She didn't expect it at first, your voice but he likes it. She wants you to do it often, I see her even silently wanting to join in but she doesn't want to suddenly spook you as another voice sings along. Some of your song choices wouldn't exactly be your taste but if she hears them from you? She might give it a try!
You'll embarrass her too much once you make and sing a song for her, you're way too sweet. She doesn't deserve even meeting you, but she's so happy fate let her meet you. She'll catch herself happily humming the song, she can't help it. You did wonderful at writing it.
Dark Cacao He's dabbled in music before, not singing but he's played an instrument. He hasn't in awhile but hearing you sing songs you enjoy might just convince him to try again. It's a bit harder though, he has to do it by ear, he doesn't have the same device you do. He can't search it up and learn sadly. But he's willing to listen and try and try again until he gets the full song, even if he isn't able to play it for you.
Oh he's so surprised next time he tries to learn a song you're now singing, he didn't catch on or even hear it was for him until part way through when he takes note of the lyrics, he just sits there holding his instrument as he continues to hear you sing. He's almost unable to continue trying to learn it, he will eventually but oh you've flustered him.
Golden Cheese she adores it, I see her as a rather big fan of music honestly. I don't see her being picky with music, there's none she hates exactly so she happily claps, dances or even sings along. Besides, seeing you happy is enough to tell her it's a good song!!
She can't help her wings puffing up and flapping as she hears the song you've made for her, you're way too sweet. If you turned into a cookie, she's sure you could rival the sugar cubes you've been mining, you're going to give her cavities!! She's so proud when she tells the other ancients about it.
Hollyberry It may take her a second but she'll happily dance along to the songs you're singing, she tries to convince the other cookies to join in too!! It's such a lovely voice! Depending on the song will depend on how much she's willing/wanting to dance. Of course more pop songs and stuff like that get her moving but if it's clearly a more sad one? She doesn't, doesn't feel right. But she'll listen!!
She could sense your passion when you were writing that song, she just didn't know what it was until you sang it proudly when you were done, she gasps, half dramatically and half in genuine surprise. Oh she's so happy!! She's clapping along and ready to grab a partner and dance, one day she'll insist on dancing with you as you sing it. Well, maybe not while you sing it, she knows it can be hard to do both
omg someone finally writing for billy idol! could u please write about having studio sex with him? lots of love ♡
I LOVE BILLY OMG, he is so filthy and sexy I love him hehe
“𝓕𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓜𝓮, 𝓕𝓾𝓬𝓴 𝓜𝓮, 𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹 𝓜𝓮”
𝒷𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝒹𝑜𝓁 𝓍 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇
the studio was dim and smoky, the scent of leather, sweat, and stale champagne hanging in the air. Billy lounged on the velvet couch in the corner like a king surveying his kingdom — shirt half-unbuttoned, platinum hair a mess, eyes locked on you like you were the main act and he was front row
“C’mon, sweetheart” he rasped, voice full of whiskey and wickedness “Gimme a show. Those heels weren’t just for walkin’, were they?”
you didn’t need to be told twice
you climbed up onto the low table in front of him, hips swaying to the leftover beat pulsing from the monitors. his eyes drank you in — the curves, the confidence, the way you moved just for him. he licked his lips, spreading his legs wider, already palming himself through his leather pants
“That’s it. That’s my girl” he growled, tossing back the rest of his drink and setting the glass down with a clink “Fucking hell, you’re filthy. I love it.”
you stepped down, straddling him, fingers toying with the chain around his neck as you sank into his lap. his hands gripped your ass immediately — rough, possessive, greedy. he was already hard, already grinning like a devil
“You’re gonna leave those stilettos on” he ordered, voice low and smug in your ear “I want you loud, yeah? Gimme somethin’ to remember between takes”
he pulled your panties aside with no ceremony, one hand still holding a half-squashed strawberry from the snack tray. he rubbed the juice along your pussy with a smirk, then ate the strawberry with a satisfied snarl
when he finally pushed his cock into you, he was all teeth and cocky moans, head thrown back like you were the drug hitting his bloodstream
“Fuckin’ hell” he groaned, hands sliding up your shirt to palm your tits, thumbs rough “You feel so damn good. God, I’d record this shit if it wouldn’t make me come too fast”
he bounced you on his lap, heels digging into the floor, his leather pants halfway down his thighs and his voice turning hoarser every time you gasped “That’s it, baby. You’re my fuckin’ song”
you tightened around him, nails dragging down his shoulders as he fucked up into you like he was onstage — loud, demanding, full of ego. he loved it when you moaned his name, when you whined, when you clutched at him like he was your last chance at breath
“Gonna come, huh?” he rasped, sweat dripping from his brow “Good. Make a fuckin’ mess on me. Paint me in it.”
you shattered and he followed seconds later, letting out a low, unfiltered growl as he came, burying his face in your neck and biting down — not gently. possessive. wrecked.
when it was over, he stayed inside you, hands gripping your hips, lips curling up into a smug little smirk
“Don’t clean up yet” he muttered “We’re doin’ that again. I want it on the soundboard next time.”
Written while half asleep and partially tripping on melatonin gummies 😭 this is what happens when I watch scary shit before bed smh
Intro
You and him had just finished the final round of your all-night horror movie marathon, at the request of his bandmates.
Paul and John had planned it, and had listed a truck load of obviously nonsense reasons why they should all do it. Insisting that it might spark some inspiration for their new album,. Or that it was the season for it anyhow-- so they had no choice but to watch scary films, right?
In actuality, and everyone knew it, they all just wanted to plan a nice hang out for the lads and all their girls. And who would object to a night full of tasty snacks and bad films? You certainly weren't about to.
So there you were, curled up on the couch next to your boyfriend as the Beatles and their partners, each in their respective spots around John's living room, crowded round for a movie marathon to last the whole night. With Paul passing around a bowl of candy and every few people holding a popcorn bowl in hand, you were all ready. The films would begin.
John
With the movies finally finished, you and John had separated from the rest of the group, with him walking in the direction of the kitchen, holding your hand to bring you along. You followed behind him, though your legs wobbled as you walked-- suddenly finding it tough to move straight.
you stayed quiet the whole walk, only listening to the sound of John's voice and hoping against all else that the sound would help comfort you. He adored your company, but when you were still silent even as you had both left the rest of the members and were now alone.
He wasn't sure what else to do, but one thing was for sure, he hated seeing you so scared. With a quick pace, John took your head and guided you back to his room.
Sitting on his bed, he hoisted the strap of his guitar over his shoulder, then reached down, pulling out a loose piece of paper. the new song he had been working on.
within instants, you found yourself lost in a sweet serenade-- a cheesy love song, the lyrics half improvised and the chords not yet polished or fancy. but it was here, right now, all his, all for you.
what could you do but smile easy when he leaned into you, letting out whistles and odd sounds in between each verse.
Paul
You weren't sure why you were like this, you didn't usually get frightened so easily, yet, as you got up to grab more popcorn your legs shook and you found yourself looking over your shoulder as you grabbed the bowls, a harsh chill running down your spine.
He caught onto it immediately. Between joking with John he shot you worried glances, not used to seeing you so rattled and definently not liking it. When the laughter and had died down and he found a moment alone with you, he pulled you aside.
hand running along the side of your face, he looks down at you "you been alright, love?"
You shake your head silently, though not fully wanting to admit how shaken you really were. sensing your fear, he draws you closer-- his deep brown eyes gazing into your own
"come on, we can head back to my place, yeah?" Paul suggested, trying to comfort you
You flinched slightly, and he could tell by the look in your eyes you weren't ready to leave; too scared to go out in the now darkness.
Gently, he guided you across the room, bringing you both to sit on the empty couch in the middle of the room.
He pulled you close with a gentle hand, arm wrapped around your shoulders. "Why don't we just rest now?" He urged, tired from the lively day and wanting to calm your nerves.
"I'll keep you safe, love" Paul assured, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder, using only his presence to easily soothe you.
Geo :)
George and you walk back to your own room, with his arm wrapped loosely around you as you do. Paul takes a moment to chat with you and him about the film before you all break off and each couple goes their separate ways.
With his arm holding onto you, he could feel your warmth and sense how you were feeling. It was like a subtle way of keeping you closer to him while also being able to keep on task and still give you a fair amount of attention to the conversation he was having with Paul.
Though you tried to hide it, George could feel you shaking slightly, and he could tell you were getting slightly shifty. With his hand against your shoulder, he felt the goosebumps spreading on your arms, the fear
Holding the door open for you as you walk into the shared bedroom, George steps through the doorframe behind you.
silently, he brought a hand up to your face, brushing the hair to the side of your face behind your ear with a calm and caring touch.
You both laid down, George slinking an arm over you from behind. You could feel his face nestle into your neck, his long hair draping over your shoulders (yummy 1967 Geo) And so you laid there, loving the feeling of his warm skin against yours; he needed nothing more than his own presence to soothe you.
Ringo
Shuffling back to the room that the two of you share, Ringo holds your hand in his and you can feel his rough calloused fingers. your boyfriend looks down at you with his signature, bright blue sunken in eyes that are filled with affection as you walk.
You didn't expect them to, but you feel the scares of the movies getting to you. Eating at you. Like if you didn't say something about how frightened you were, you'd wind shivering under the covers of your bed like a child.
You feel the light touch of his thick thumbs rubbing soothing circles up and down your knuckles in a gentle motion that seems to soothe you without a single word. It was almost like he knew exactly how you felt even before you did.
Slowly, Ringo leaned down (or up idk he kinda short) to plant a kiss on your forehead, his movements feeling soft yet purposeful.
"Don't you worry, Love. you're safe" he assured
"Besides, if any of those monsters try to get you, I'll give em a good whacking with my drumsticks" He jokes, miming the action of hitting someone upside the head with his sticks, the motion looking almost skilled. Your eyes lingered on him, feeling at ease with the way he made light of any situation so easily-- his eyes wrinkling at the corners and his jokes always perfectly timed.
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⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ 1311 jingyi / reader / alessio ꒱ one of your boyfriends goes out of the country and calls you up. yet it would seem your other boyfriend is already taking advantage of the situation and fucking you as much as he possibly can.
𖹭. content warnings◞ explicit content . penetrative sex . hand job . phone sex . rough sex . degradation . dumbification . creampie . threesome . multiple orgasms . jingyi is playing switch & is whiney . 1.6k
𖹭. receipts◞ yk what I'm actually happy that I fucked the prompts up because then I got to write this amazing piece hellooooo
The deep, grave rumble of his voice stiffles your own in your throat. You swallow, trying to get rid of the lump of mewls and whines that settled itself. Alas, all you could do was buck your hips meekly as your hand presses the phone closer to your ear.
“H-Huh? Course not - of course not. . . Alessio. . .”
You sure did a poor job at convincing him. The strain in your tone combined with your stuttered pants did little to shoot down his accusations. Well. He is still only half right.
“Yeah?” Muses the voice on the other end. You hear the creak of a chair and assume he’s settled in his hotel for the night. While you were less than keen at the idea of Alessio leaving for a few days to handle ‘business’ - you failed to realise what the ramifications of that would entail.
Your ass plaps softly. Just missing the line of the call. A large hand grips onto your hips and yanks you back again. So that your back flushes further into a cold chest. Another arm wraps tightly around your middle, holding you still as slow yet powerful thrusts shake your body and the bed.
Jìngyí always had quite the appetite. Especially now that Alessio was away and he had you all to himself. Of course he wasted no time in pushing into you when you were on the verge of sleep. What a way to wake you right up and keep you in his company for longer.
“So what’s with the panting then, amor? Or are ya that happy to see me, eh?”
Alessio’s croon makes you click your tongue. Bite on your lip and try to keep your hips still as your other boyfriend abruptly speeds his thrusts up. A feral wet slapping fills the room as his hand slips to your thigh, shoves it open - and the other reaches down to palm at your spurting dick. A whisper of hushes, hissed praises meets your ear to top it off.
With a gasp and a choked cry - you barely have time to answer Alessio. Instead, your head falls into the pillow and you whine out oh so loudly. A stammered - “J-Jìng - Jin - yí-!”
You hear the other’s breath hitch over the line and at last, Jìngyí speaks up with a breathless chuckle and words tightened by a clenched jaw. “Pretty lil’ thing’s so messy when you’re not here - fuck - you should see him.”
To accentuate the wet slaps - Jìngyí angles his thrusts and shoves your thighs together. A cold grin falling to his lips when you buck back into him and sob his name down the phone. He can already see Alessio burning green yet painfully hard. He knows his fiance well enough by now.
“Oh,” hums Alessio. You can hear the faintest clear of his throat and another creek of the chair over the line. “Oh I see how it is - you’re both having fun in my absence yeah?”
Jìngyí rolls his eyes. Hands promptly grabbing onto your body and roughly shoving you into the sheets. His weight cramped down on you so that you have no choice but to melt into the sheets as he starts pounding your pretty little ass. Until you are whining out sobs and hiccups through the room and down the phone. His cock stretches your rim out so perfectly - and his aggressive thrusts make you see stars.
A hand tightens around your head. Pushing it down into the plush of pillows as he pours the pure frustration of this week out onto your poor thighs and shaking body.
“A-Ah - ah - ah - ah!”
You slur into the casing. Fingers tight around the fabric. For a moment you had completely forgotten about your other boyfriend over the phone. Until you hear his low grumble.
“Jìngyí.”
The name makes the one above you falter. But he bites down on his lips and narrows his white eyes. Slamming his hips forward so that he might fuck into you shallowly. But it is evident with the sudden atmosphere dripping from your phone’s speaker - something has stirred within him.
The click of a tongue is what sounds through next. Followed by a tutting noise. “Tan lindo ( cute ) . . . what didya think you’d have us both?” Alessio grunts over the line. You hear the shuffling of fabric — and the idea of him sitting there. All alone and stroking at his hard dick leaves you drooling even more. If the way you were squirting over the sheets wasn’t doing enough for you.
“Shut up,” hisses Jìngyí. His body cranes over yours and he continues his movements without falter. Although with a few more whining moans. “You’re not taking lead when -” a clear of his throat. “Y-You are fuckin’. . . countries away.”
Another croon. This time Alessio’s voice takes on a sweet lilt. “Won’t I baby? You might be fucking him sore but I know that whine from anywhere. You’re not getting your way this time.”
That’s how it is with these two. A constant fight for domination and control. Suppose you expected that when you entered a relationship with two tops. If you were not sprawled out on the mattress and being fucked raw - you might have teased Jìngyí for losing this time.
His pace becomes a little sloppy. A bit haphazard the more that Alessio speaks to him. He has the need to claw at you. Control you. But he cannot help but abide by some of the commands thrown his way.
“That all you can do baby? Oh come on, know you can pound him harder. Or are ya playing the pathetic slut t’night?”
And so Jìngyí’s hips somehow gained even more power. Crushing yours into the sheets as he brings his forearms own on either side of your head. His noises both guttural and whiney all the same as he starts fucking into you wildly. Faster. Harder. In every way that makes you whine out his name — and Alessio’s while you’re at it.
All you can do is roll your eyes back. Part your lips and let out your own slew of whines when his rough, large hand cups around your jaw. Forces your head to the side so that he can kiss you all messy. His elongated tongue shoving past your quivering lips and down your throat. So that he might at least have some kind of advantage.
The thin sheets cling onto your body. Like a second sheen of sweat that coats you full. The front of your thighs roughly hump against the mattress, creating the perfect friction for your throbbing, wet dick.
You try to whine for him. Tell him to slow down a bit; but is that really what you want? After all it was you that sleepily grinded into him with all your little whines. It was you that started all of this.
“What ‘bout his cute little dick? You playing with it enough?”
A small rasp of air leaves Jìngyí from the voice of his lover. His hand immediately scrambling to hook around you. Palm and fingers wrapped around your quivering cock once again and pumping messily. His thumb swirling at your tip as though to apologise for his neglect.
The sudden sparks of pleasure to your already overstimmed body makes you cry out. A slur and confused mixture of both of their names pouring from your moist lips as you squirt into the sheets again. And again - and again.
All the while, Jìngyí refuses to let up his thrusts. His whines and groans catching the attention of Alessio who you can already hear palming at his own dick. Probably squeezing around his tip and trying his utmost hardest not to cream himself from the slew of lewd noises pouring out of his phone.
“You gonna cum, cariño? Yeah? Gonna stuff them full?”
“A-Alessioooo,” whines Jìngyí, he cannot stop himself from doing just that. His thrusts faltering and dick tensing for but a moment before he snaps and spurts ropes of icy, cold cum into your awaiting hole. The way he collapses into you with a gasp and starts aggressively, shallowly, humping into you again and again spurts out the thick substance down your thighs.
Not to worry. He’ll stuff you full even more.
Of course you follow quickly after. The feel of him painting your walls has your head dizzy and you can only clench. Squirt yourself. And whine down the call.
“Looks like the little whore couldn’t help himself either - hah,”
Alessio’s degradation makes you bite your lip. If only for your head to limp when another order meets Jìngyí’s ears and he’s following like an obedient puppy. Rolling over and pulling you onto his lap. His face flushed and eyes glossy but his expression ever as cold when he takes control over you.
His hips snap up in quick succession to his fiance’s command. Making you bounce like a ragdoll on his throbbing cock that forms a ring of cream at the base. The prominent veins thrumming against your gummy walls. Clawed hands dig into your soft thighs and he grunts up at you.
“Th-Thatt’ssss it - that’s it - yeah, th-that’s it pretty boy.”
His grunt strains a whine. You can all but limp into him. Try and fail to keep up with his rough pounds that send ripples through your plush ass.
Through it all you hear a stiffled sound over the call. A grunt followed by a long groan. You can only imagine that Alessio has stained his hand at last. His hips messily bucking into his own palm. But the both of you are well aware of his insatiable libido. So it is no surprise when his voice drips out of the speaker. Low and raspy.
“Put camera on. Wanna see you fuck and cream our slutty boy full.”
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