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Kurapika Fics

Oneshots

perv!kurapika pt1

perv!kurapika pt2

perv!kurapika pt3

perv!kurapika pt4

taking care of sick!kurapika(NSFW)

Kurapika hears killua call you mom(SFW)

Kurapika hears killua call you mom(NSFW)

drunk!Kurapika confesses

Kurapika realizes he likes you

sharing is caring (Kurapika x reader x Leorio)(NSFW)

Kurapika with pregnant!reader

period sex with kurapika

werewolf!kurapika 1

werewolf!kurapika 2

werewolf!kurapika 3

werewolf!kurapika w/lactation kink NSFW

vampire!kurapika

Safe Word(NSFW)

Kitty!Boy Kurapika and Puppy!Leorio

Bodies Change Kurapika x Chubby!Reader

Camboy!Kurapika

I want you to eat well Vampire!Kurapika x Reader(NSFW)

Pampering Kurapika x Reader x Leorio(NSFW)

Unconditional Kurapika x Reader

Candy Kisses Kurapika x Reader

Hxh characters when you’re on your period(NSFW)

Rabbits Kurapika x Reader(NSFW)

Calling Kurapika Pretty

Yandere!Kurapika Drabble(NSFW)

Kurapika used to flinch at every touch(NSFW)

Kurapika and comfort

Tears and Cake(NSFW)

Tethered(Yandere!Kurapika)NSFW

Bunny Boy (NSFW)

Kurapika Icks

Yandere!Kurapika snaps

Yandere!Kurapika spoils you

Every part of you

Kurapika x Disabled!Reader x Leorio

Yandere!Alpha!Kurapika is possessive

Mother (NSFW)

Headcanons

Various HXH Halloween HCs

HXH men that prefer a chubby wife

HXH characters take chubby!reader shopping

Kurapika loves thighs

Kurapika’s Icks

Kurapika NSFW alphabet

Kurapika love languages

are they good at eating pussy?

Kurapika SFW/NSFW HCs

dating Kurapika

Kurapika hates seeing you cry

who in HXH has a breeding kink

Breeding Kink HCs

Kurapika takes care of you when you’re on your period SFW

Kurapika Yandere Alphabet

Good Boy NSFW

Kurapika SFW/NSFW HCs pt2

Vampire!Kurapika SFW/NSFW HCs

What Kurapika likes in a partner and his dealbreakers

Kurta Clan HCs

Yandere HXH reacts to you panicking during intimacy

HXH men when shopping for undies with you

Series

Fixer Upper

Reunited

Safe and Sound

Along the way

A familiar wolf(AO3 exclusive)

Drew the alhaitham in a sherwani from twitter! Was so happy to see that clothing from my culture was trending (fit below)

Matching Kaveh

how would riki react if reader squirt?

PRIDE. deep laugh. premium aftercare. thats it thank you.

Kokomi and Gorou from the Genshin Impact x Sushiro Collab Animations Art By かりや (@KRY_aia on twitter)

MY HUSBAND 🗣️🤯

F!reader spoils Lil Dragon!Zhongli... at first | Fluff🧸 (with dragon)+ 🔞 (with human Zhongli)

🎨by: @nagarnia_art and @JeanGreyCG

Summary: You're doing some research in the woods, looking for certain minerals, when you feel some tiny tiny eyes staring at you. After Zhongli morpps from a dragon to a human, things get a bit... hot...

Tw: with human Zhongli smut 🔞, PIV. Insinuations of breeding season, with dragon Zhongli just some cute Dragon behavior bc I ended up traumatized after writing some angst.

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Your research is going well. Your reports to the Fontaine Science Institute were successful during your last expedition, earning you praise from your superiors. You have been living in Liyue for over six months. After learning about minerals that can emanate energy, you sought out information to educate yourself on the subject. 

The rocks in Liyue seem to have a memory, possibly due to the work of their Archon or as a natural result of high evolution and energetic vestiges from ancient wars. 

Zhongli, the Parlor consultant, had told you about a spot at the foot of a valley that might interest you, and you were amazed. You had no reason to doubt the man's wisdom. You had formed a deep bond of friendship with him because you admire his extensive knowledge about everything. You set off almost immediately. He had offered to accompany you, but you had refused because you prefer to do your research alone, surrounded by nature and away from the attractive distraction that Zhongli could become.

Your friend is attractive, in a way that you tried to express in your letters to your friends at Fontaine, but never succeeded. Your banal words and names do not do justice to the physique of this man of unshakable character, steely sense, and tenacious gaze. You could not bear to make a mistake in his presence during the expedition, not because you were clumsy, but because his figure moved your senses, your ground, and betrayed your own perceptions.

So, as you walk through a pleasant area of foliage, covered by the fierce, scorching rays of the sun, you decide to let your guard down, to take off your jacket and your gloves. You use a ribbon to tie up your hair as you walk on, arriving at the place Zhongli had shown you beforehand. The passage is strangely comfortable, very suitable for a quiet investigation, full of strange figures of small rocks of irregular and curious shapes.

Under the canopy of large trees, you spread out your arsenal of tools on the grass, put on your protective visors, and get to work. Sequencing the rock profile takes little time, your agile skills allowing you to avoid unnecessary pauses or clumsy backtracking typical of an amateur. Then you take the samples, tiny particles that do not alter the correct and productive nature that King Geo has protected for years, and while you wait for the filtering to finish, a strange sensation runs down your spine.

You had let your guard down during your experiment, letting the peaceful appearance of the place convince you, something very unprofessional on your part. So you turn to the side and feel a presence. Among the bushes, you spot a pair of curious little spheres, and you jump as the leaves rustle in the presence of an unknown being. 

A deep relief washes over you as the creature in question appears on the scene. A small dragon, microscopic in physiognomy compared to adult forms, with curious eyes and a golden tail twisted into a spiral. Its little paws make furrows in the ground, its face dejected, as if it had been caught doing something illegal.

"Little one, have you been watching me all this time?" You ask the cute little creature, who hides his head between his front paws, realizing he can't do it with his tail, which isn't long enough.

"Come here, don't be afraid of me," you whisper, approaching it cautiously, holding out your hands.

The dragon gathers itself in its own anatomy, growling low, sounding almost like a common cat, you can't help but laugh at it. You bring your fingers up to the growling pellet and stroke its head, right between its underdeveloped horns. You notice a puff of breath coming from the little guy's nose.

"How cute, you liked that, didn't you?" you laugh as you stroke his head and then his back, causing the miniature dragon's tail to wag.

"Come, sit with me, we'll have to wait a long time until the filtering is finished," you take him in your hands, on your palms.

"Wow... I've never seen one of your species so small... and those scales," you comment, bringing your face close to the reptile's, "I'd swear you have very, very soft skin, you're very rare, uh," you add, while you turn to your tools, which emit a strange smell.

You leave the dragon on the ground and approach your machinery, no, nothing out of place... well, now you can turn your attention to the little guy who... what is he doing?

You notice the tiny creature rubbing against your foot, making strange squeaks. It's... it's mating with your shoe? You burst out laughing and shake your foot, pushing it away and picking it up again.

"You horny little bugger," you say, poking him in the nose, "I forgot that your species is in mating season. I regret to inform you that you will get nowhere with me, I am not of the same species... ours is impossible."

A sad sigh escapes from the little animal's chest, and you notice how its whole face becomes depressed, its horns and ears seem to droop in deep disappointment.

"Don't cry," you say, putting it on the ground in the grass and lying down in front of it, "we can play if you want, to distract you a little”.

That got his attention, because he looked at you again. He walks up to you with his little paws and puts one on your nose, he starts to sniff you with that little button in the middle of his little face.

"Ohhh... do you want a little kiss?" you ask, flooded with tenderness, "I would do anything to make you happy" you say, placing a tender kiss on the dragon's forehead. Is like a puppy...

The dragon retraces his steps, accelerating and rolling his head in madness. You see him writhing in place, as if he had suddenly fallen ill, and then... poof... a golden flash and a trail of smoke,  ike the one he had just exhaled through his nose. A faint wave of heat and a faint smell of sulfur as a figure began to form behind the column of smoke.

You straightened up in your seat as the column disintegrated, revealing the very embarrassed image of Zhongli, covering his mouth as he coughs, with traces of smoke and golden flames escaping from his throat.

He is wearing little clothing, a tunic of the same color as the skin of the dragon you spoke to earlier... is that perhaps...? 

"You," you point an accusing finger at Zhongli, and he looks at you with flushed cheeks, "what was that? Aren't you going to say anything about it?" you say to the man, appearing to be annoyed, although in reality, seeing him in that outfit has aroused something pleasurable in you.

"Well?" you insist.

"Are you going to give me that kiss or?" he interjects, his voice still weak and embarrassed.

His embarrassment fades for the next hour, during which he relentlessly thrusts himself into you, waiting for your boring explorer machine to end.

The filtering of the rocks continues, the particles falling into the vessel like sand in a crystal clock. The small machines emit tiny clicks and a faint plume of smoke and gas. The rumble of the cycle's drumbeat advances in rhythm with your moans as you feel Zhongli sink deep into you.

You lie on the grass, your pants and panties around your ankles, your hands on your head clinging to the foliage, your waist encircled by Zhongli's large hands holding you steady so he can work his way into your pussy. You feel his pelvic bone against your center, his balls against your skin, and then he pulls away to enter again. Gently, lovingly, afraid to break you and hurt you. He's painfully slow, but how good it feels.

You hear him make low, rasping noises as faint plumes of smoke rise from his nose, as when he looked like a dragon. His cock twists inside you, slapping against your cervix, massaging your wet, warm depths that mold to the shape of his member. You feel the warmth rush down your legs, an electric current coursing through every fiber of your limbs, your chest heaving in desperation.

The orgasm hits you both at the same time, decorating Zhongli's cock with a white ring as his cum spills into you like thick ropes from his ecstasy. He pulls back your panties and pants, leaving a chaste kiss on your cheek.

"May I mark you?" he asks with a look of honor, his face sublime and devoted.

"Don't even think about it," you say, joining in, noticing the sadness in his eyes, "we weren't even supposed to do it. It was just supposed to be a kiss and that's it," you seem to scold him, though it's you who's scolding yourself for being so unseemly and impetuous, though damn... you've enjoyed it so much... ....

Sensing your hostile tone, Zhongli wraps himself up and immediately transforms into his small reptilian form.

"Please stop being so dramatic," you express, leaning against one of the tree trunks and letting out a laugh. "Come back... I don't want to wait alone," you say, crossing your legs and putting your jacket down.

Zhongli, the dragon, approaches you with short steps, due to the length of his small legs, and climbs onto your lap, where he rubs the fabric of your coat, nestling into the fabric to take refuge, and lets out a yawn before closing his eyes and settling down for a nap. You stroke his back and coo to the little creature, feeling him purr like a cat.

"How cute you are when you sleep," you laugh, stroking his nose, causing him to bite your finger, "did you just mark me without my permission?" You ask, but he just squeals and jumps off your lap, looking for a way to escape. You catch him with your coat and throw it at him like a fleeing rat, but he manages to escape and hide in the bushes... you don't see him again for the rest of the afternoon, but you know that when you return to Liyue Harbour you will demand an apology, an explanation... and maybe a round two.

© SHYPEN.

　　 . 　 ⠀⁺｡⠀⠀⠀ 𝓅layer 069⠀ ⠀ï๑ ⠀⠀ 𝒮JY

𝓈ynopsis . sim jaeyun and you. a guard and a player? that might not entirely be impossible. he won’t admit to anyone but you that he spared you during the games. he sneaks out in the middle of the night to disguise himself as a player, just. for. you. ✧‎ ‎ ㅤ𝑔enre . squid game au , smut 3k

𝒸ontains . bl00d, mentions of killing, mentions of bodies, unprotected (wrap ur willy,) riding, oral (f & m rec ,) jake switches from meanie to sweetheart multiple times ++ MINORS DNI

𝓅airings . guard!jake x player!reader . a.n :: 1k special! thank u guys so much <33 (yes this is the bathroom scene in more detail…. but no smoking mb) i planned this fic back in 2021 when it first released, but i wasnt writing at the time! this also serves as a birthday gift for @ikeuverse (HAPPY BIRTHDAY)

read :: this isn’t real, simply fiction.

“are they gonna find us?”

“pfft, not a chance.”

his veined hand drags you to the bathroom, the hushed sounds of snoring filling the spacious room, climbing the bunk beds make you sick. using his free hand, jake reaches into his pocket, grabbing his square mask for the scanner. after a few beeps, a tiny ding sound blurts out from the speaker, door automatically opening as jake clutches your wrist tighter to pull you in with him.

the stillness was unsettling; you’ve never heard the room this quiet before. you’re not used to it. possibly ‘cause it’s 3 am. jake tugs on your wrist, pulling you into the stall as he shuts the door behind you both. “finally,” jake sighs, his grasp on your wrist still lingering. “ja-” he yanks your arm, pinning you to the stall door, interrupting your sentence. you’re so close, your hot breaths mixing together. “you know,” jake starts, eyes travelling to your lips. “i’ve been dying to get alone with you.”

ever since he spotted you amongst the crowd, ever since he spared you in dalgona, ever since you caught him in the middle of the night with his mask off placing a body in a casket, he knew he had to get his hands on you somehow. which is why he snuck off; killing off the player you saw jake hide in the casket to snatch his uniform. it so happens that player 069 has his size.

you can’t lie, seeing his sleeves rolled up, the limited lighting highlighting the veins on his arm that day, blood splattered on his face as he gently fits the body in.. it turned you on. you immediately recognised him, the guard that spared you, of course you couldn’t forget. you two made eye contact, and your heart lept, immediately covering yourself with your sheets.

that night, you masturbated. and jake watched it all. all on the cameras. jerked off as you were doing it as well, leaning back on his chair as he does so.

the sexual tension between you two was so blatantly obvious, he’s so grateful that he thought of this plan.

jake presses your back against the door, tilting his head before diving in for a deep kiss, using your gasp to slip his tongue into your mouth, the sudden intrusion travelling down to your core. “you know,” he speaks between kisses, “i watched you on the cams that day.”

oh? an accent?

“wh-wha-” jake shuts you up with another kiss, practically devouring your lips. “masturbated after you saw me, yeah?” he grins, pulling away but still close enough for you two to touch noses. you turn your head to the side, an embarrassing blush covering your cheeks. jake clicks his tongue, “look at me baby,” he speaks as his hand grabs your chin, turning your head back to face him. “don’t be embarrassed, sweets,” he reassures, his other hand slyly travelling to your waist.

“i did too,” he doesn’t stutter, the sudden confession catching you off guard. “cat got your tongue? what, hm? like the thought of me stroking, teasing myself to you? nasty slut,” he snarls, leaning forward to taste more of your supple lips. his tongue roams your mouth, seeking for your flavour on his taste buds. “knew you’d taste amazing, baby,” he breathes, lifting your head up so he has a better angle, dipping his head down to lay hot, open-mouthed kisses on your neck.

his hand holding your waist pulls you as he walks backward, the back of his knees eventually hitting the toilet, prompting him to sit on the closed lid, pulling you down with him. you land on his hard bulge, and jake immediately pulls away, sucking in a sharp breath. “d-don’t move..” he barely manages to choke out. you shake your head, getting off his lap and on your knees on the floor, tugging on the waistband of his pants. “need some help, pretty boy?”

“pre-” he tries to repeat what you just said for comprehension, but gets cut off by his own whine when you caress his clothed hardness. you take it as a green light, jake helping you take off his pants by placing his hands on the lid, lifting himself up just enough so you can pull them off.

his pants pool around his feet, cock springing out and hitting his lower abdomen. his tip’s a pretty pink, his veins perfectly decorating his shaft. not to mention, he’s big, perfectly lengthed as well. you feel drool generating in your mouth, gulping it down nervously. “nothing to say now?” he scoffs, “you just called me pretty a minute ago.” he watches the way you’re oogling at him, watching your eyes unable to pull away.

that’s until you’re snapped out of your trance, your hands now grabbing the base of his cock. your tongue lolls out, licking a long stripe up his length as you maintain eye contact, a groan escaping jakes mouth. one of your hands stay on his base, the other traveling down to play with his balls, a gasp falling from him. “d-don’t tease..” he almost pleads, eyebrows furrowed as he lays his head on the wall behind him.

you nod, a smile creeping on your face. you gather some saliva in your mouth before spitting, rubbing it on his cock before your lips envelope his tip, swirling your tongue around his slit and tasting his salty precum before moving down. his pants turn heavy and repetitive the more you slowly work down his cock, his impatient nature eventually getting the best of him as he grabs your hair, pushing your head down on him.

you gag, breathing through your nose as you try to adjust to the abrupt change. “i told you not to tease, slut,” he spits, contrasting his tone with gentle pats on your head, allowing you to get used to his size. he’s not a monster.

gradually, you begin to bob your head, grunts unconsciously spilling from jake. your knees rub against the hard marble floor, uncomfortable yes, but not anything you can’t handle. you slide down his shaft til his tip hits the back of your throat, jerking off whatever you can’t fit inside your mouth. your begin to hollow your cheeks as your head moves, bobbing up and down.

his grasp on your hair tightens, tugging on your strands lightly. “k-keep going,” he mutters, his chest rising and falling. you nod on him, kitty-licking the area between his tip and his dick, looking up at him through your eyelashes to watch as his mouth gapes open. the sight is hot, the way he sexily furrows his brows immediately soaks you.

with his eyes shut, his hand tucks your stubborn strands behind your ear, other hand creating a makeshift ponytail. he whines, savouring the feeling of your lips on his dick. your tongue applies pressure to seemingly random areas, until you “accidentally” locate his prominent vein, a moan falling from his mouth. it doesn’t take you long to find your rhythm, hands and mouth working in tandem.

your hands lightly squeeze around him as your mouth provides the perfect amount of tightness, causing jake’s head to spin. you hum around him, not thinking anything of it but jake feels the vibration, a jolt of pleasure shooting through him as he lets out a strangled grunt. “mouth feels s’ good,” he praises, tugging on your hair in satisfaction.

despite the tears welling up and stilling on your waterline, you only attempt to fit him in further, causing you to choke around him. a string of whimpers leaves jakes lips, his hips bucking slightly. the sounds of panting and occasionally your gagging fill the stall, jake turning groggy the more he hears you choke around him. you stare up at him again, spectating as his jaw clenches and his eyes squeeze shut.

without warning, he shoots his seed down your throat, and he watches as you swallow it all, the hot sight just turning him on even more. with a couple more pumps, you lift your head up, kissing his tip before fully letting go of him.

he notices the way you rub your thighs together, and a smirk tugs on his lips as a light bulb lights in his head. “get on,” he demands, getting back on his feet. “what’re you doing..” you reply. despite your suspicions, you stand up from the floor, relieved that your knees finally get a break. “helping you,” he grins, grabbing your waist, gradually snaking his hand down til he reaches your pants, seeping his thumb inside the hem of both ur slacks and your panties.

he turns you both around, prompting you to sit on the lid before taking off both your laced panties and your pants. “spread your legs for me, baby,” he guides, warm hands travelling to your inner thighs as you mindlessly listen to the melodic sound of his voice. the corners of his lips curl up into a smirk, the sight of your pink, soaked pussy in display for him getting him hard again.

“i havent even touched you and you’re already this wet..” he snickers, your senses are heightened once his plump lips attach to your clit, dragging out a pathetic whimper from you. his smell–oh, his smell. placing the scent of sex aside, his cologne is aromatic, simply ambrosial with a hint of musk. it drives you insane. his aroma lingers in the air as he starts to harshly suck your clit.

a yelp slips from your throat as you cling onto toilet lid you’re sitting on, jake having to push your thighs apart in order for you to not squeeze his head. “relax, baby..” he caresses your thighs with his thumb, attempting to soothe and reassure you. he begins to kiss, make out with your clit as your breaths start to shudder.

“m–mfh..” jake softly sighs against your button, shooting sensations of pleasure down your spine. he glances at your hands, what used to be warm, delicate fingers are now gripping onto the lid, the more he sinks his tongue deeper inside of you the more white your knuckles become. he smiles against you, licking your nub and sucking, your body slightly jerking to his subtle teasing.

“i haven’t even done anything yet,” he lowly chuckles, placing a kiss to your clit before trailing his wet kisses down, lightly grazing your slit. he licks up til he reaches your button again, the overwhelming contact but still not getting what you want is clouding up your mind in an irksome way, brows furrowing.

“j-jake.. p-please–” you plead, jake noticing your breathing hitching in desperation. he scoffs, feeling his hot breath fan your bare pussy. he smiles before forcing his tongue in you, lapping up your juices as you squirm. his name escapes your mouth, eyes squeezed shut as he devours you, tilting his head to reach deeper in you. “is this okay?” he smiles against you. when you glance at the man in between your legs, you spot him looking back at you with hooded eyes, you have to bite your lip to suppress a moan.

you hurriedly nod your head as a response, looking away partially because you think if you stare for longer you’ll cum already. almost immediately, he dives his wet muscle back in the warm walls of your cunt. “taste s’ sweet,” he slurs his words, gradually becoming lost in your vanilla scent and flavour. “you’re so wet f’ me baby,” he points out, pulling away from you. “i bet if i just..”

a lewd mewl leaves your lips, a sound you never even knew you could make, but it left your mouth. “feel that?” jake smirks, watching your hole flutter around his plunged-in fingers. “slides right in,” he teases. “you’re so reactive, baby,” he coos, beginning to build a steady rhythm with his fingers. “j-jake..” you choke out, unconsciously rolling your hips to push his fingers in deeper.

you mumble, head fuzzy as you stumble on your words, yet jake can hear a pleading tone from you. “what was that, baby?” he calmly asks, accelerating his pace to see you a moaning mess on his fingers. “yr’ m-mouth..” you barely manage to breathe. “hm? baby wan’ my mouth, yeah?” he smiles in amusement. “hold my hair,” his accent slips out, more noticeable in the sentence as you rapidly nod, your fingers weaving through the strands of his lush hair.

almost instantly, he dives back into your warmth, pushing his tongue into you forcefully as his eyes close in immersion. you whine, his supple lips syncing up with the speed of his fingers. “love this pussy,” he blabs, pistoning his fingers so deep into you that you feel his cold ring. your cries urge him on, tongue exploring you as his tastebuds taste your addictive flavour.

you squeal as his fingers curl into your g-spot, thighs beginning to shake underneath him. “found it,” he snickers, feeling your hole pulsate around his wet muscle. “j-jake.. r-right there!” you stammer out, feeling him sticking his tongue deeper inside of you as he realizes you’re close. he can feel his dick hardening the more he hears you moan all because of him, only spurring him on. “wanna cum, baby? gush all over my tongue?” he teases, gasps leaving your lips as you hurriedly nod.

the knot in your gut finally snaps, a sense of euphoria washing over you as you whine, squeezing your grip on his hair. he hesitates before pulling away from your sweet cunt, a sigh spilling from him. “j-jake..” you mutter, panting. you two lock eyes, raising his brows briefly to signify that he’s listening. you gulp down, hesitant to ask but you have limited time.

the words slip from your mouth, an amused smile tugging at jake’s lips once it leaves your lips. 4 words, “can i ride you?” in a vulnerable voice gets jake’s dick twitching in his pants. in a heartbeat, gets back on his feet. it’s a blur, but all you know is that now he’s sitting on the closed lid, pulling you on his lap. you hover above his cock, jake’s veined hands gripping your waist as he helps you sink down.

a gasp falls from your lips, feeling the stretch already when his tip prods your entrance. your mouth creates an ‘O’ shape, tears fogging up your vision as his cock stretches you out despite the prior prepping. jake gazes at the spot where your bodies are connecting, biting his lip. “see my dick disappearing in you, slut? sucking me in so well,” he grins, holding back a low groan. inch by inch you shut your eyes tighter, you look down, only to see that you’re merely taking in half of him.

after seemingly more agonizing seconds, you bottom out on him, feeling your velvet walls flutter around him, a stream of small but audible whimpers leaving your mouth. jake taps your waist in reassurance, giving you time to adjust to the stretch. surely enough, after a couple more seconds, the pain quickly transitions to pleasure, jake noticing the way your bottom lip trembles from the feeling.

gradually, you begin to grind on him, lewd cries leaving both of your lips. jake guides your hips forward, sucking in a sharp breath, feeling how tight your gummy walls are around him. you grab onto his shoulders, steadying yourself, attempting to build an organized rhythm but the sheer size of him stops you from doing so. “j-jake,” you choke out, “s’ big..”

jake pats your back gently, other hand tapping your hip. “hm? jakey too big for you?” he chuckles lowly, “you can stop if you want.”

“no,” you mutter almost immediately, tucking your bottom lip under your teeth. “knew you were a slut for my cock, yeah?” he laughs, rubbing your hip in a circular motion before moving down to your thighs, squeezing them before lightly caressing. “cm’ere,” he smiles, his hand traveling from your back to your waist, pulling you in and devouring you, your juices still on his plump lips, forcing you to taste yourself. “see how tasty you are, baby?” he breathes between deep kisses, eyes closed as he sneaks his tongue into your mouth.

both of your remaining senses heighten from both of your eyes closing, jake relishing the way you’re practically bouncing on his cock. “l-love this cunt,” he pants, abruptly bucking his hips up, catching you off guard, a yelp leaving your lips. you both pull away, jake throwing his head back as you claw at his shoulders desperately. you feel so full, and jake notices. it’s obvious, the way your lips turn red from the constant biting, the way your eyes squeeze together, the way your bottom lip shakes. jake groans into your ear, eyebrows furrowing together in pleasure.

you feel his dick throbbing inside you, feeling every one of his veins each rock of your hips. jakes jaw drops, staying like that as you feel his cock twitching inside of you. “baby,” he huffs breathlessly, “im–” he pauses, breath getting caught in his throat. “im close..” he murmurs, staring up at you. “y-you should get off..” he expresses his concerns, rubbing your thighs gently. “jake.. p-please..” you plead, squeezing his shoulders, “cum inside me.”

he can’t refuse that.

he releases his hot, sticky load into your pretty, now clenching hole, the ecstasy overwhelming his system. almost immediately after, you cream his cock, cum running down your thighs. the sounds of heavy panting and huffing lingers in the air, leaning closer to jake and laying your head on his shoulder as he pats your back gently.

“we should head back.. i’ll tell you what the next game is on the way there, okay?”

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a . n / TYSM EVB FOR THE SUPPORT ON THE TEASER!! and ofc happy birthday to @ikeuverse ♡ ily all!! i hope this succeeds more than the teaser

you guys r literally so sweet!! ur comments honestly mean so much to me, thank you 🫶🫶

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Rockstar Girlfriend 🎸

You were probably his first real listener. First fan, even. His account had no followers. No clout. No tags. He wasn’t even looking for one. He just posted banger songs—heavy and haunting. You were high out of your mind one night, scrolling through underground tracks, trying to find something that hadn’t been overplayed into dust.

Then you hit the bottom. Clicked on his album.

And it changed everything. The voice was deep, like smoke and rage. The beat was grimy and sharp. It wasn’t just rap. Or rock. Or alt. It was all of it. And none of it. It sounded like a demon crying through broken speakers.

You thought for sure he’d be famous. But he wasn’t. So you DMed him. Didn’t even think he’d see it.But that same night, he replied. You talked for hours. He asked for your number. You FaceTimed until the sky turned grey.

The next day, he invited you to his spot. To listen. To smoke. To just... be.

Honestly it could have ended badly and it would have been the worst decision you ever made. But the vibe—the intensity— You didn’t have to speak. Just your eyes did all the talking.

It wasn’t lust. Not really. It was that aching, desperate something that clutches your ribs and won’t let go. You didn’t know if he felt the same, so you played it casual.

Casual as in… Basically living together. Unspoken everything. No sex. No labels. Just you and him.

He’d send you unreleased tracks. Half-finished verses. You started running his page, organizing stuff, posting updates. You weren’t official. But you kind of became his manager. His shadow. His safe place. His favorite ear.

He never said thank you. Not in words, anyway. But every song had pieces of you in it. A line that sounded like something you once whispered. A beat that matched the rhythm of your laugh. A song titled with your birthday, but flipped backward so no one else would know.

And then it happened. One day, everything changed. Some random TikTok kid found one of the old tracks and used it for an edit. A week later—millions. Plays, likes, followers. He hated it. You watched him pace around the apartment, wild-eyed, muttering, “They don’t even get it.” “They’re just biting now.” “Where were they before?”

But you were still there. Sitting on his kitchen counter. Hoodie that wasn’t yours. Eyes tired but soft.

You handled it. Emails. DMs. Interview requests. Labels circling like vultures. You told him which ones to ignore. Which ones to play with. He let you do it. Trusted you. Only you.

He didn’t post selfies. Didn’t talk in interviews. He just kept making music. And every time, you were the first to hear it. Headphones passed between you. Knees touching. Eyes closed.

One night, he paused a track halfway through. You looked up at him. He didn’t say anything for a while.

Then “You think I’d be doing any of this if it weren’t for you?”

You didn’t know what to say. So you didn’t. You just reached for the play button.But he stopped you. Caught your hand in his. Held it for a second too long. Then another.

Your chest felt like it would crack open. Still, nothing happened. Still, it was... casual.

A year into the fame, you were all the way in. No more crashing at his place—you lived there. The two of you had upgraded to a bigger apartment, one that felt more like a bunker than a home. Dark walls. Concrete floors. Unfinished ceiling that looked like it belonged in a warehouse.

But it was warm. It smelled like weed and sage and your shampoo. Music always humming from a speaker somewhere. Sometimes his guitar was just lying on the couch. Sometimes your books were. You shared space like you shared silence—easily.

You were still juggling school, barely hanging on some days, but you made time to manage his account, answer emails, line up deals. He made music and money. A lot of both. Labels wanted him. Brands begged. Venues called. You handled most of it. He hated everyone except you.

And the relationship is still undefined. Still everything.

He’d hold your hand in public. Pull you close when crossing the street. His arm would always be around your shoulders like it belonged there. To anyone watching, you were together. Like… together together. And maybe you were, just not officially. No titles. No pressure.

He kept his mystery locked up tight. Still no face. No selfies. No stories. That was about to change though. His first concert was coming, a real one. Not an underground event or livestream, but a sold-out, packed venue with screaming fans.

You asked him, quietly one night, “Are you nervous?” He just looked at you, exhaled smoke, and said, “Not about them. Just about you seeing me like that.”

You didn’t ask what he meant. Didn’t need to. Just reached over, took his hand, and held it like you always did—like it was normal. Like he was yours.

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The city was buzzing like a live wire. You could feel it in your teeth. The venue was packed, lines curling around the block. People had signs. Painted their faces. Screamed lyrics. It was insane.

You watched from backstage, heart beating a little too fast, wearing his leather jacket and tight short black dress.

He was pacing a little, fingers twitching, jaw tight. But he looked good. Too good. Tall, jacked, inked up— black tank clinging to him, tattoos peeking from his neck to his fingers. Hair messy like always, like he rolled out of bed and still looked like a god.

No mask tonight. No hood. This time, they’d see him.

You caught his eye just before he walked out. Just looked at you like you were the only thing grounding him. You nodded once. That was enough.

Then he stepped out.

And the place. Exploded.

Screams. Like actual shrieking. Phones shot up so fast the light almost blinded you. Someone in the front fainted. A girl sobbed. The crowd was feral.

He didn’t flinch. Just walked to the mic like he owned the world. When he finally spoke— “Yeah. It’s me.” —people LOST it.

A whole different war broke out online . “WHY IS HE HOT??” “I THOUGHT HE WAS UGLY???” “HE LOOKS LIKE HE KILLS PEOPLE AND WRITES POETRY ABOUT IT.” “Someone said he was faceless—why is he the face of my future now???”

His name trended within an hour. Clips went viral before the second song ended. People were pausing videos just to zoom in on his hands, his tattoos, his jawline. New fan accounts popped up in real-time.

But he only looked at you. Once. Halfway through the set, spotlight behind him, crowd screaming his name, he glanced toward the side of the stage. Found you. Smirked like the devil. Then tore into the next song like his soul was catching fire.

When it was over, and the venue started to empty out, he came offstage drenched in sweat, hair sticking to his forehead, chest rising and falling. Still high off the energy, off the chaos. You handed him water. He took it, but didn’t drink. Just stared at you.

“They love me now,” he muttered. Then, quieter, “But I still only care what you think.”

Your throat closed up. You didn’t answer, didn’t need to.

He tossed the bottle. Stepped closer. Close enough to feel the heat rolling off him. His hand found your face like he’d been meaning to do it for years. Fingers on your cheek, thumb brushing your lip. His forehead rested against yours, and he whispered, “Say something. Anything.”

You looked up at him, breath caught.

“You’re mine,” you said.

And this time, he kissed you.

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The concert was over, but the night wasn’t.

You two didn’t even go back home. He tugged you into the car, adrenaline still buzzing in his veins, saying nothing but “Let’s go out.” You didn’t ask where.

The club was already dark and pulsing by the time you got there. Lights flickering red, music loud enough to feel in your ribs. People turned when you walked in, like they knew. He hadn’t even been unmasked for four hours, but already, the city recognized him.

He didn’t care. Just grab your hand and pull you to the middle of the floor. Bodies everywhere, sweat, bass, smoke. And still, it felt like it was just you two.

He was behind you, hands on your waist. Not even grinding, not all sexual—just close. Like he wanted to keep you tethered to the ground. His face buried in your neck every now and then, lips ghosting skin. You leaned into it. Eyes closed. Smiling.

Someone recorded it. Of course they did.

Posted it within minutes.

On Twitter (or X whatever that cursed app is):

@.cryboutitgrl: this man just revealed his face and already pulled up to the club with the baddest girl i’ve ever seen????

@.undergroundangel666: bro was faceless yesterday now he’s 6'4 tatted and got a mysterious girlfriend. i’m sick. 😭

@.smokysylvia: wait wait wait. is she the one from the side stage?? the one he kept looking at????

@.hotguyshateus: yeah i zoomed in. it’s her. same leather jacket. same girl. he’s in love i’m sorry.

@.helooksinlove: she whispered something to him before the encore and he kissed her after the show. we lost. I fear the album’s gonna be sad and horny now 😩

The internet was spiraling. Fan edits were already in motion. Clips of him touching your face, that blurry club video, someone even managed to catch a shot of the two of you leaving the venue— his arm around your shoulders, your head tucked into his chest.

You checked his account the next morning. A million new followers. Inbox was flooded. Everyone wanted to know: Who was she? Who was the girl?

And all he did was post a blurry photo of the two of you sitting on the floor that night, you leaning against him, laughing into your cup, and him looking at you like you were the only thing he’d ever believe in.

Caption: “She been here since zero followers. Don’t ask again.”

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bonus::: the first text and meet up...

It was around 2:37 AM when you messaged him.

“idk why no one knows abt you yet. this is actually insane.”

You didn’t expect a reply. Didn’t even think he’d see it.

But twenty minutes later— “yo.” One dot. No emojis.

You blinked at the screen.

“that was you?” “the message?” “yeah. thanks.”

Simple. Dry. But then he asked: “wanna hear some unreleased?”

Your breath caught. “yeah.”

He sent a file. No title. Just noise at first. Then the beat dropped— low, almost crawling. His voice— raspy, like smoke and teeth. You could barely breathe.

Before you could even process, your phone lit up again.

“what’s your number” Not a question. Not begging.

You gave it.

Thirty seconds later: FaceTime.

Your heart slammed. You almost didn’t pick up. But your thumb moved on its own.

Click.

It was dark.

No light but the red glow of a monitor on his side. Backlit tattoos. Shadows across his jawline. Hair messy. Shirtless. Sitting back in a desk chair like he owned time.

You didn’t speak. He didn’t either.

He looked at you. Eyes flickering across your face through the screen like he was studying something rare. A small smirk tugged at his lips.

“damn.”

One word. But it cracked something open.

You laughed, too soft. Told him he looked like a villain.

“good.” Then: “you real?”

You didn’t answer. Just tilted your head. Let him stare.

And then, just like that— you both started talking. Not loud. Not excited. Just low. Whispers like secrets in a church.

He showed you the corner of his room. Posters. Wires. A mic stand leaning. Unfinished lyrics on the wall in sharpie.

“i stay up all night,” he said. “no one to talk to.”

“you do now,” you whispered.

His lips twitched. He leaned forward like he was trying to see more of you through the screen.

“can i call you again?”

You bit your lip.

“i’m not hanging up.”

And you didn’t. Not until the sun started bleeding through your windows. Not until your eyelids got too heavy. He didn’t say goodbye. Just watched you drift off to sleep. And whispered, so quiet you almost didn’t catch it:

“don’t leave.”

You woke up with your phone in your hand, battery barely alive. Your screen still had his name on it. Still connected. He never hung up.

You sat up slow, blinking through sleep. Heart pounding when you remember everything. The music. The call. His voice. The way he watched you fall asleep like he meant to remember it forever.

And then—your phone buzzed.

him: “u still down to pull up?”

No address. No time.

Just that.

And still… you replied: “drop the pin.”

You didn’t tell anyone. Didn’t even think it through. He could’ve been a killer. Could’ve chopped you up, turned you into a beat.

But your chest was quiet. Calm.

It was cold when you stepped out. Your hoodie swallowed your frame. Headphones in, but no music playing— just replaying his voice in your head like a loop. When you reached his spot, it looked like nothing. Gray building. No buzzers. Just a metal door and the pin.

You texted him once.

No reply.

Then the door creaked open. And there he was. Tall. Sleeves rolled up. Tattoos crawling up his arms. Hood half on. Eyes heavy like he hadn’t slept.

He looked at you for two full seconds before stepping back.

“come in.”

You did.

It was dark. Not scary dark—just dim. Curtains closed. Cigarette smoke faint in the air. There was a speaker set up on the floor and wires running like veins all over the place. A mic stand crooked in the corner. A mattress on the ground, black sheets. And his scent—something between weed, laundry, and the ghost of cologne.

You stood there like you were in a museum.

He didn’t touch you. Just nodded toward the couch.

“u want tea? or... water? i got like 4 capri suns too.”

You laughed. He smiled for real that time.

You stayed for hours. Then one day.

Then two.

The playlist never stopped. He let you read his notebooks. You found one where your name was scribbled on the top corner of a page.

He didn’t explain.

At night, he didn’t try anything. Just let you lay next to him, in his clothes, backs turned but feet tangled.

You remember the first time he turned to you in the dark and whispered: “i don’t like being alone anymore.”

And you said, without thinking:

“me neither.”

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any band recommendations??

So real 😢💔

When tumblr refreshes itself and the fic I was reading fucking disappears forever 💔

I’ve been searching for a smau I was reading for three days 😔