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Accompanying Nicholas Chavez on set would include:

(dating versión)

Before every important scene, he looks for your gaze to calm himself, and when he returns after a take, he always asks if you liked it, as if your opinion is the only one that truly matters.

He brings you chocolates, flowers, or your favorite treats.

When you least expect it, he gently hugs you from behind around the waist and gives you a soft kiss on the neck.

He loves it when you give him shoulder massages when he's really stressed

When there’s no time to rest due to long filming hours, he curls up between your legs, using them as a pillow.

He adores it when you play with his hair.

On long working nights, when filming stretches late, he wraps you in his jacket to keep you warm.

Sometimes, while reviewing the script or taking notes, he holds your hand under the table or desk, not letting go, as if it brings him calm.

When the filming day gets really tough, he looks at you from across the set and makes small gestures like winking or blowing a kiss to lift your spirits.

After a complicated scene, he looks for you in the crowd, runs over, and gives you a big hug, as if the success of the take is something you share together.

Whenever he receives praise for his performance, he looks at you with pride, as if you’re the reason behind all his success.

Under the Neon Lights

Jake Webber x fem reader

The air was electric, alive with the buzz of conversation and the pulsing beat of a local band. You weren’t much for crowds, but Jake had convinced you to come out tonight, promising it’d be worth it.

And there he was—leaning casually against the bar, his ever-present mischievous smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. The neon lights from the signs overhead danced across his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jawline.

“You came,” he said, his voice cutting through the noise as you approached.

“Against my better judgment,” you teased, folding your arms across your chest.

“Don’t worry,” Jake grinned, pushing a drink toward you, “I’ll make it worth your while.”

His charm was as undeniable as ever, and despite your initial hesitation, you felt the corners of your mouth twitch into a smile.

As the night wore on, he stayed close, his jokes and laughter blending seamlessly with the music. At one point, he pulled you onto the dance floor, his hand warm against yours.

“Jake, I can’t dance,” you protested, though you were already laughing.

“Neither can I,” he said, spinning you around anyway.

Under the neon glow, with his arms loosely wrapped around you, you realized Jake wasn’t just charming—he was safe, fun, and entirely too hard to resist.

The band’s final song slowed, the kind of tune that brought couples closer. Jake tilted his head, offering you his hand again.

“One more?” he asked softly, his voice barely audible over the strum of the guitar.

You hesitated for a moment, glancing around at the swaying pairs on the floor. But his eyes were steady, warm, and for reasons you couldn’t explain, they made you feel like the only person in the room.

“Fine,” you said, slipping your hand into his.

This time, he didn’t try to show off or make you laugh. His hands settled gently on your waist, pulling you just close enough that you could hear his breath catch.

“Didn’t know you were a romantic,” you teased, though your heart was racing.

He chuckled, the sound low and almost shy. “Don’t tell anyone. You’ll ruin my reputation.”

The song stretched on, every second feeling infinite. You weren’t sure when your hands found their way to the back of his neck, or when his thumb started tracing lazy circles on your hip. But you didn’t stop it.

“Y’know,” he said, leaning in slightly, his voice just for you now, “I think you’ve ruined me.”

Your brow furrowed. “What does that mean?”

Jake smiled, his forehead brushing yours. “It means you make me care. More than I thought I could. About this… about you.”

Your breath hitched, the world narrowing down to just him. Before you could respond, the final note of the song faded, applause breaking out around you.

But neither of you moved.

“Do you want to get out of here?” he asked, his voice hopeful, almost nervous.

You nodded, lacing your fingers with his. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

And under the neon lights, Jake Webber led you out into the night, his grin softer now, like he knew he was exactly where he was meant to be—with you.

Late-Night Comfort

jonnie Gilbert’s x fem reader !!!

It was past midnight when you found yourself curled up under a blanket on the couch, scrolling through your phone. You knew it was late, but sleep wasn’t coming easily tonight. As the faint sound of your front door creaked open, your heart fluttered.

“Hey, babe,” Johnnie whispered softly, peeking his head in. “Couldn’t sleep either?”

You smiled at him, already feeling a bit lighter. “Yeah… just one of those nights.”

Johnnie shuffled into the room, his messy black hair falling over his tired eyes. He wore one of his oversized band hoodies, the sleeves covering most of his hands. Without hesitation, he dropped down onto the couch beside you, pulling you into his arms.

“Come here,” he murmured, wrapping you up in his hoodie as if it were a second blanket. You nuzzled into his chest, listening to the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat.

He gently ran his fingers through your hair, occasionally pressing soft kisses to your forehead. “I hate when you feel like this,” he whispered, his voice low and full of concern. “But I’m here now. Always.”

The two of you sat in comfortable silence, wrapped in each other’s warmth. His presence was like a grounding force, melting away the unease that had kept you up.

“Want to watch something?” he asked, grabbing the remote. “Maybe some bad horror movies?” He grinned mischievously, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the thought.

“Only if you promise not to hide behind me when it gets scary,” you teased, poking his side.

Johnnie chuckled, pressing his forehead against yours. “No promises, but I’ll hold you the whole time.”

And just like that, with him by your side, everything felt a little better.

Let me know if you’d like me to add anything specific!

Noah x reader hcs where he’s jealous the reader is talking to someone else?

Jealous Noah x reader!

tysm for the request!!

Honestly I would think that Noah is not all that jealous most of the time.

He just strikes me as the kind of guy who wouldn't notice or care about that kind of stuff.

Well until one day when there is someone who is just so obviously flirting with you.

You don't notice of course, and he knows that.

It's been hours too since you'd come over to check in with him, something the two of you did at social gatherings a lot, so when this stranger has taken your attention for as long as they have, yeah he's a little annoyed.

He's not usually one for PDA but in this situation I would think he'd walk over and put your arm around your waist subtly.

"That's exactly why- oh, hi Noah," you chuckled, surprised by his sudden appearance.

"hi," he said simply, glaring daggers at whoever you were talking to.

"Well... I'm just going to- go."

With that they're gone, and Noah smiles a little triumphantly.

"Did you need something?" You asked curiously.

"No it's just you were talking to that mouth breather forever," he says rolling his eyes.

The gears turn in your brain for a few seconds before you piece together the puzzle "oh my god, Noah you were actually jealous?!"

You can't help but laugh a little lightly, as he goes red in the face.

"No I wasn't!"

"You were! Awww, that is super cute!" You exclaim, pulling him closer.

He huffs softly, deciding it's not worth it to fight with you on this.

"Whatever, can we leave now?" He says.

"Sure we can, wouldn't want me talking to anyone else would you?" You tease.

"I wasn't jealous!"

"this place about to BLOW!" || hazbin/helluva x reader

ft. Angel Dust, Lucifer, Vox, Adam, Blitzø, Stolas, Striker

tags: nsfw, smut, blowjobs, cum eating, 69, gn!afab!reader, angel!reader for Adam, ftm/masc reader (still using gn pronouns but mentions of reader having tdick/use of the term cock for reader!) for angie and stolas <3, daddy kink/degradation in blitz's, mutual masturbation, manhandling, bit of corruption kink/blasphemy in Adam's oop, striker needs to calm down lmao, size kink/size difference, this kinda got away from meeeee

a/n: I've been writing all day. words no longer make sense 😭😭 I've been on T for almost one month and it hasn't made me nauseous these last two shots, so yay!! :)) I'm microdosing since I still identify with being fem-aligned but I'm super excited to get the changes id like while being on T shortterm! ☺️☺️

Angel Dust

"Oh, fuck, baby. You really know how to work that tongue of yours." Angel gasps, one arm covering his face, legs parting wide with a subtle shake to make more room for you to work your magic on his weeping cock. Guiding you gently, his hand cups the back of your head panting in tune to the soft humps he gives your mouth going deeper with every micro-thrust. "You're doing so good for me, baby. Gonna keep stretching out that mouth.. Move your legs over my face. Gonna get you off too, pretty." Suddenly gripping you with every set of his arms, Angel holds your hips over his waiting mouth. His warm tongue laps at your erect tdick, smirking against your soft skin at your whiny moans.

Lucifer

Wings sputtering at his back, he wrenches out a deep gasp, body bowing over your hunched form. His impish tail sways and flicks, swirling the nearby area as if wagging like a dog. "Gosh, stardust. Your mouth feels divine. Oh, fuck, just like that, baby. Gonna fuckin' burst. Fuck, lemme fuck you on my tongue please-- pleaseeeee!!" Lucifer moans, pulling back cumming thick ropes of cum across your cheeks and face. Ever the gentleman, he's quick to fall to his knees and lap up his own cum. His cock drools between his legs, clawing at your thighs to make way for his hungry mouth.

Vox

Grunting low, Vox keeps his gaze on you as he jerks his cock. Slick precum coats his fists, glitching eyes watching the way you toy with your entrance for him. "Fuck, baby, fuckfuckfuck. You're so hot. C'mere. I need you. Please, I need you." Vox gasps, sharing a quick, sloppy kiss before relinquishing his cock into your care. You take him immediately, hollowing your cheeks out. Clawing his hand into your hair, Vox fucks into your mouth without abandon throwing his head back with a staticy cry. He cums harshly, keeping your face pressed to his crotch tightly as he empties every last drop of cum down your throat.

Adam

He'd been having a horrible, shitty day. Nothing seemed like it was going right and he couldn't even fuckin get himself off properly. And there you were, his sweet little subordinate, ever so eager to please him. It truly warmed his heart. "Hey there, babe. Your captain here is in need of some help. Can you lend your mouth? It's what God would want..." Adam frees his thick cock from his robes. Your hot breath sending shivers down his body hard enough to make his balls clench in anticipation. Eagerly, you take him into your mouth and down your throat bobbing your head. Adam's strong thighs flex, his large, warm hand rests against your nape encouraging you to take him all the way. His other hand soothes across the bend of your delicate wings, toying with the sensitive silvery-white feathers.

Blitzø

His hand tightens around the base of his cock, he smacks his tip against your waiting tongue gasping sharply with short jolts of pleasure. "Fuck, aren't you precious? So eager to suck such a nice, hard cock, eh, babe?" Growling affectionately, Blitzø grips your chin and slowly pushes himself into your waiting mouth. Humping himself against you, Blitzø snarls, tail swaying behind him. "Gonna take every drop I give you? Be a good little slut for daddy and maybe I'll fuck whatever hole you want me in tonight."

Stolas

He certainly wasn't expecting you to sink down to your knees before him in such a public area. His cloak drapes around your shoulders the second you pull his cock free. Taking him into your mouth quickly, Stolas slams his fist into the wall desperately clawing for anything to find purchase. You look like a dream, taking care of him so sweetly. The wet slick noises make him feel dizzy and lightheaded, legs trembling as he holds your chin softly rocking himself into your mouth. "Oh, goodness, my love. I'm afraid I won't last much longer if you keep this up. We should head home. I need to see you sprawled beneath me toying your cock for me in more agreeable lighting, my darling~."

Striker

He's not nearly all tough bravado as he likes to make himself seem. Not with how hard he's clenching his teeth and how rapidly his tail is thrashing about, knocking down anything in its vicinity. You blink up at him with your tongue on his balls, clearly a bit unimpressed. Taking one into your mouth, Striker hisses, hips lifting off the ground for more friction. Your hands force his lower body back down, keeping him pinned and unmoving. Taking his tail, much softer than how you're sucking at his cock, winding the prehensile appendage around your wrist to keep him still. "Fuck, darlin'. That ain't fair, keepin' me restricted like this." Striker grunts yet makes no means to free himself. The precum leaking from his cock is more than enough to tell you how much he's enjoying this.

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WHO WOULD YA'LL WANT AS A SUB TEACHER 🧑‍🏫 ? > I NEED A SMUT WHERE NICK,CHRIS,MATT are THE SUB TEACHERS PLZ!?!?

love her madly

patrick verona x reader

warnings- smut 18+, fluff, oral (m receiving), daddy kink, spitting, name calling aka degrading, dacryphilia

inspired by love her madly- the doors

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“i got it.” i call out as patrick knocks on the door. “hi.” i smile and open it to see him smiling there. “hey.” he smiles back, softly kissing the side of my lips. “you’re early.” i point out, inviting him in. “wanna make a good impression.” he responds.

“okay, dad.” i call out, pulling him deeper into the house. i drag him into the living room to where my dad sits, watching tv. “yeah- oh.” he says, looking at us.

“this is patrick, my boyfriend.” i smile. “nice to meet you, sir.” he reaches to shake his hand. my dad shakes it and looks him up and down before letting go.

eventually i pull him away and into the kitchen where my mom is finishing up. “who’s this?” my mom smiles. “patrick, my boyfriend.” i introduce him. “nice to meet you patrick.” she smiles. “nice to meet you too, ma’am.” he smiles.

“dear.” she changes her attention to you. “hm?” i hum. “remember, we gonna have to cut dinner a bit short. the patterson’s invited me and your dad to a cocktail party.” she explains. “got it. i’ll clean up.” i softly smile. “perfect,” she says, wiping off her hands, “go make the table while i finish up.” she smiles.

i nod and pull out plates and silverware, handing the plates to patrick. we set down plates and cups. “wanna go get my dad?” i whisper to him as i follow behind him with silverware while he sets cups down. “i think he wants to kill me.” he whispers back. “i’ll go.” he sighs as he finishes and i smile as he leaves.

i help bring the dishes to the table as they come into the kitchen.

eventually we all get situated and we start eating. “food’s lovely, ma’am.” patrick smiles at my mom. “thank you.” she responds. “so any plans for after graduation?” my dad asks. “i’m planning on working at the music store at main street.” he smiles.

“oh isn’t that nice. been meaning to check that one out.” my mom smiles. we continue to eat for a moment, i softly take his hand under the table. i squeeze it one time for a check in, and he squeezes it back once to say he’s okay.

“so you do anything outside of school?” my dad asks. “yeah, i like to fix up cars, but your daughter seems to take up a lot of my time.” he answers, trying to get a laugh out of my dad. “oh. a future mechanic, huh.” he nods before eating.

dinner went by painfully awkward, eventually my mom and dad freshen up for the party and we finished eating then cleaning up.

“i think he hates me.” he sighs, carrying the last of the dishes to the sink. “he just needs to warm up to you.” i respond, washing off the plates. “do i smell like cigarettes? knew i should’ve not smoked today.” he asks.

“you’re fine, most dads don’t like their daughter dating people.” i smile. “hm. he thinks i’m a failure.” he sighs. “he doesn’t, i promise. he’s just tough.” i smile.

“okay, we’re heading out.” my mom walks into the kitchen. “okay.” i smile. “see you tomorrow. it was nice to meet you patrick.” my mom smiles. they leave as i finish up.

“okay.” i smile. he immediately presses his lips onto mine, lightly shoving me into the counter. “oh.” i hum against him. “sorry, i’ve been holding back all night.” he pants. i smile against him and pull him back.

he sneaks his hands down to my ass and he gropes them while he slips his tongue into my mouth, his easily winning dominance.

“pat.” i pant out. “hm?” he hums, moving down to my neck. “wanna go- fuck- upstairs.” i say. “okay.” he smiles. we move upstairs, stealing kisses and he slaps my ass a couple of times.

we reach my room and i pull him inside, quickly shutting and locking the door behind us. he pulls me on top of him on my bed. he connects our lips and it’s heated, clashing teeth and tongues fighting for dominance, which he quickly wins.

“please.” i moan, sneaking my hand down between us and palming him. his hand grabs mine and he flips us over. “did i say you could?” he spits. “sorry.” i apologize. “naughty girl.” he says.

he moves so he’s standing and i’m laying on the bed. “come on. kneel.” he demands. i follow his commands and kneel before him. “can i?” i ask, motioning to his fly.

“yeah.” he nods. i undo his belt and unzip his fly, then pull down his pants just a little bit. he helps me and pulls down his black boxers. his member pops out, slapping against his stomach. “shit.” he sighs, stroking himself.

“please.” i whine. “what do you want?” he asks. “fuck my mouth.” i swap his hand with mine and slowly stroke him. “yeah? want to have you throat fucked?” he smiles and i nod.

i take him in my mouth and he slowly thrusts into my mouth. “shit.” he takes my hair in his hands and uses it as leverage. i moan against him and he tightens his hand. “didn’t anyone teach you to not speak with a full mouth?” he taunts.

he continues to use me while i look up at him. “fucking slut.” he groans. i squeeze my thighs together for a bit of friction. “fucking pathetic.” he lowly laughs.

“wanna tell me who’s your real daddy?” he slows down. he pulls out and i catch my breath. “y-you. you’re my real daddy.” i look up at him, with pure submission in my eyes.

“good little slut.” he says, snapping his cock back into my mouth. “jesus.” he groans as i play with his balls. he continues to thrust into my mouth so i gag around him.

he uses my mouth like i mean nothing to him. i squeeze my hips together even more, trying to cause some friction. “look at you.” he smirks at my thighs. that just fuels him as he continues to fuck me.

i moan against him and he lets out a loud groan. i meet his eyes as i feel drool slip out from the corners of my mouth. he continues to fuck me and some tears fall down my face.

“aw. pretty baby is crying? you look so pathetic. choking on daddy’s dick.” he taunts. “shit.” he sucks in a sharp breath. “getting close baby.” he warns.

his hips become sloppy as he gets closer and closer. “oh fuck.” he sighs. “you’re treating me so well.” he praises. i let him fuck me as he eventually pulls out.

he finishes himself by stroking his cock and his seed goes all over my face. “shit, fuck.” he sighs as he finishes. he calms down and softly taps his cock against my head.

“here.” he says and quick runs to my bathroom. he comes back with a towel and helps me clean up. “you look so pretty.” he smiles as i finish cleaning up. “thanks.” i smile.

i go and wash my face and get ready for bed. i finish and join him in bed. “hi.” i croak out a bit as i lay down against him. “hey.” he smiles back. “you’re gonna be able to talk?” he asks and pulls me against him. “maybe.” i smile.

he softly laughs and kisses the top of my head. “you know i can’t stay?” he whispers after a moment. “mhm.” i nod. “where you disappearing off to?” i ask. “probably the same bar as normal.” he answers. “okay.” i nod.

“i love you.” he whispers. “i love you.” i whisper back. “i’ll stay until you sleep, how’s that sound?” he asks. “that works.” i nod as i’m already half asleep. “i’ll take you out for lunch tomorrow.” he promises. “okay.” i softly smile. “mhm.” he nods.

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