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[lxstfathier]

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Kinktober day 18 - orgasm denial

Nick Goode x Reader

“Please, Nick!” you beg, squirming on his lap as two of his fingers are knuckles deep inside your wet cunt, pumping and curling them slightly to reach that soft spot that makes you see stars.

He has been doing that for the past hour, working you up to your highest peak, just to stop at the last second and leave you all whiny and frustrated for not reaching that orgasm.

“Please what, sweetheart?” Nick asks, taking his fingers out to place a soft smack to your swollen clit.

“I- i wanna cum, please” you answer, trying to buck your hips against his hand.

“Too bad” he says with a chuckle, tightening his grip on your neck and pressing you even more to his chest, as a clear way to show his dominance. “I am the one who decides whenever you cum, and right now you can’t. So be a good girl and stop begging for it, yeah?”

You just nod, feeling his fingers slide inside you again, ready to take the torture once more.

#nick goode x reader #nick goode smut #fear street smut #fear street fanfiction #kinktober 23 🎃

[simonsrealwife]

Do you love me?

Summary: Simon admits feelings for the girl he truly adores… you. Little did he know, you had feelings for him too. This entire fanfic takes place at your house btw!

Warnings: Cock sucking, moaning, dirty talk, leaving hickeys, kissing, partially undressing in front of someone, semen!, eye contact, eye contact while giving a blowjob, handjob, spitting on cock, hair tugging, swearing, praising kink, hair pulling kink. 

Pairing: Simon Kalivoda x Female Reader

Word Count: 2,261

“Do… do you love me?” The words come out slowly, hesitantly, as if they’re difficult to get out. Simon bites his lip nervously, hoping that I’ll answer honestly. 

“Of course I do!” I reply quickly, without hesitation. That’s the most honest i’ve ever been. I’d never lie to Simon. “Have I not been obvious…?” I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. 

Simon nods his head slowly and smiles softly. “Yeah… you kinda have.” He says quietly, still unsure of how much I actually know. 

I look away from his gaze for a second, trying to comprehend how I’ve so stupidly hid my affection from him. My gaze quickly meets his again as my lips form a tender smile. “From now on, I’ll make sure to be obvious as to how much I love you!” I chime up, trying the lighten the dim mood. 

Simon’s smile grows wider as he laughs softly, leaning back against the wall behind him. I notice his hands are shaking slightly from obvious nervousness, but only for a second or two before he calms them down. “I’d love that.”

“Is there something else that’s wrong?” I stare deeply into his eyes with a serious and stern look, him seeming to be more nervous than ever before. 

“No, no… nothing wrong…” He shakes his head and takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. It seems like he’s struggling to find the right words to say. “...just… never mind.”

“Oh. Alright.” I look away awkwardly, not wanting to pry away at information he doesn’t want to share. The tension and silence builds up. 

After a moment, he finally lets out a long sigh and looks over at me, meeting my gaze with his own. “You’re probably wondering why I’m so anxious about telling you this…” 

“Yeah. I am.” I reply.

“It’s because I’m afraid you won’t understand it… or worse; think less of me.” He gives an apologetic look, clearly embarrassed by what he’ll say next.

I place a hand on his shoulder and stare deeply into his eyes with a sense of love and adoration hidden behind them. “Nothing will ever make me think less of you. You are my sweet, loving, caring best friend and nothing will ever change that.” I reassure with a soft, comforting tone. 

“Thank you…” He says, smiling widely now. He leans forward and presses his forehead against mine. “I was worried that you might think less of me if you knew…” 

“Knew what?” I lower my voice to the appropriate level.

Simon’s smile falters for a second before returning, looking lovingly into my eyes again. “Well… I have a crush on you.” 

My eyes widen in surprise. I pull away and attempt to comprehend that information. “Really?”

“Yeah, yeah I do. It’s just… well… I’ve always had feelings for you…” His expression grows more serious as he speaks, staring directly into my eyes. “And, I didn’t wanna ruin our friendship by confessing.” 

“Oh Simon… how long have you felt this way?”

“A while now. But then, when we were hanging out together like this, talking, laughing, joking around, it just got harder and harder not to talk about it.” He sighs heavily. 

My lips form a bright smile, slightly mischievous as i get more excited to share the news he absolutely wants to hear. “I think you’re gonna like what i have to say about that.”

“Really?” He smiles broadly, leaning back slightly so that he can look me straight in the eyes once more. “What is it?”

“I have a crush on you too.”

Simon’s eyes grow wide as he stares back at me, unable to believe what he’s hearing. “You… you mean it?” 

“Mhm.” I nod my head in agreement.

His face flushes a bright red and he looks away from me, biting his lower lip. “But… why me? You could have anyone.” His voice cracks lightly, the raspyness really showing with each word.

“Because you’re… you! You are the only person that’s ever wanted to spend time with me, talk to me, go on long car drives with, smoke with…” I respond with genuine love. My heart is poured out with every single word. Every word having meaning and genuine truth. The weight is lifted off my chest, now he knows I adore him and I don’t have to talk Kate’s ear off about it anymore. 

Simon nods slowly. “I know right? But still… why me?” He asks, his voice cracking slightly as he does so.

“Let me just go get a water from the kitchen real quick, then I’ll explain everything, okay?” I point behind me towards the bedroom door. Simon nods in agreement and patiently awaits my arrival.

After a few minutes, I come back with a cold glass of water. The bed creases a little bit as I sit down beside Simon. The tension between us is heavy.

“Okay… here we go.” He says softly, looking into my eyes again. “So tell me everything. Every single detail.” He says with a slight excitement hidden behind his eyes. 

“So… I think my crush on you started in 5th grade when we hit our one year friendship.” I admit with hesitation, wanting Simon to know all the little details. 

“Really?” He chuckles quietly, lowering his hand down to mine and squeezing gently. “And how did it progress after that?”

“Oh you have no idea.” I sigh heavily. “I started seeing you very, very, very differently. Every time you look at me, I feel my heart pound ten times faster.” I reply with a slight chuckle.

“You mean like… romantically or something else…?” His cheeks flush brightly once more.

“Romantically. But, I’ve definitely thought of you sexually…” My voice trails off, unsure if I should continue talking. 

“Oh.” He looks away shyly, biting his lip lightly. “Um… well… what about me?” He asks quietly, almost afraid to hear the answer.

“Just casual sex stuff, I guess. For example, I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long ever since we played spin the bottle and I got to kiss you that one time.” I answer nonchalantly, admitting something that’s been picking at me for so long.

“Well… uh… do you want to kiss me right now?” He asks quietly, feeling embarrassed about asking such a question. 

“Mhm.”

Simon smiles softly, leaning forward towards me. His lips are only inches from mine now, breathing heavy and fast as the tension builds up between us. I connect our lips quickly, slowly moving the kiss in sync. The passion grows intense, more eager for more. 

He closes his eyes tightly as I kiss him, enjoying every second of it. His heart races faster than normal, beating rapidly through his chest. My arm snakes around his neck, pulling him closer as the kiss deepens. I moan into his mouth. My other hand slowly inches its way across every surface of his body. 

His tongue slides into my mouth. He lets out soft groans of pleasure as he feels my hand running all over his body and enjoying the feeling of my fingers digging into his skin. He pulls away from the kiss and runs his hands along my waist, squeezing gently. “So beautiful…”

“Say more stuff like that…” I hum under my breath, adoring the praises of my beauty. 

“So beautiful and so perfect…” He repeats, squeezing my waist with more intimacy. 

The way he talks makes me blush furiously. I can feel my face turn bright red as the heat washes over my features. My body tingles all over from the sheer excitement of finally being able to lock lips with such a pretty-looking boy like him. The way he kisses me makes me dizzy with passion. All thoughts leaving my mind except for one - him. 

He mumbles words of pure adoration as he slowly leaves a trail of kisses along my jawline and my neck. Lightly sucking and biting on the sensitive skin as to leave a mark of his love. Small purple and red hickeys form on my neck, making the skin much more sensitive than before. Even the slightest touch causes a shiver to course down my back. 

“S-simon… I need you~” I whimper under my breath, feeling somewhat awkward about admitting such a bold thing. 

He stops kissing my neck and leans back up to look me straight in the eyes. God, even his eyes were pretty. A light shade of blue that, once met, can make you feel lost. “You need me?” He whispers with both a disbelieving and seductive tone. 

Even meeting his eyes with my own sends my thoughts to completely fade from my mind. All I can do is nod my head slowly in agreement, being unable to muster words. 

As if something came over me, I fall to my knees in front of him with a bold look. My eyes express how much i want this, his eyes showing the same. My hands work magic and without another second passing, his pants were pooled onto the floor beneath him, leaving his lower half covered by only his boxers. Even the sheer sight of him in his boxers had my stomach filled to the brim with fluttering butterflies. 

Simon lets out a small gasp of pure ecstasy as I pull down his pants. A wash of blush covered his face. He wasn’t used to being so… exposed. 

I look up at him while tugging on the waistband of his boxers, asking for permission to pull them down and continue things further. His breathing becomes heavier, the anticipation building up inside of him. I was obviously making him super horny. 

“Go ahead,” He says quietly, trying not to sound too eager or desperate but failing miserably. His voice cracks slightly when he speaks those simple words. 

I smile fondly at his comment and without another minute passing, I pull down his boxers. They fall to the floor. Simon whimpers tenderly, being unfamiliar to this feeling of being completely exposed infront of me. His face flushes a deep shade of red. 

I chuckle softly at his adorable reactions, feeling the sudden urge to make him feel unbelievable from the pleasure soon to come. Both my hands make way to wrap around the base, stroking slowly as I make eye contact with him while kissing the tip. My tongue licks the shaft intimately, causing a small moan to escape the boys lips. His eyes flutter close as he enjoys the attention I give him. His hand finds its way into my hair, lightly tugging at the roots as he relaxes into the sensation. 

I look up at the boy once more to admire his features. His mouth is agape slightly, his eyes shut tightly, and his eyebrows knit together. He lets out another soft moan, his hips swaying back and forth as I continue to pleasure him. The grip on my hair tightens, using it to guide my movements as he continues to enjoy the feeling. “Oh yeah… just like that… don’t stop… keep going…” He sighs in-between delicate moans. 

Saliva drips down my chin as my movements start to get more sloppy, my mouth hungrily licking and sucking. Simon’s hips buck lightly, his eyes rolling back as I suck him off expertly. “Ohhhh… oh fuck…” He grunts loudly, his breathing getting heavier and shallower.

The sensation sends him over the edge, his body tensing up, his mind going blank, his whole world focused on the feeling of my warm, wet mouth enveloping his cock, his fingers digging into the bedsheets as he tries desperately to hold himself back from cumming. 

I take my mouth off of his cock, spitting on my hand before stroking up and down with the wet hand. “God, you’re so pretty like this,” I hum in contentment, continuing to pump his cock in my hand with swift movement. 

Simon’s entire body shudders and shakes, his muscles tensing up as his heart races faster than ever. A soft whimper escapes his lips, his hips bucking forward slightly as if trying to get more stimulation. “Y-you’re incredible…” He says between heavy breaths, sweat dripping down his forehead. His heart beats so fast that he can barely stand it, his whole body trembling intensely. 

I hum under my breath before sticking his cock down my throat again. The tip repeatedly hitting the back of my throat. That’d leave a mark later. 

“Mmmmph,” He cries out, gripping the sheets tightly as I take him deeper into my throat. His hips gyrating wildly. With one last final suck, he started releasing ropes of semen down my throat. The hand that was in my hair is now tugging at the roots harder, his face contorting with such pleasure. I stare up at him, admiring his features as he uses my throat for his personal use. 

He shudders once more, panting heavily as he collapses backwards, resting his head against the soft mattress. “That was incredible…” He breathes deeply, looking exhausted but satisfied nonetheless. His eyes are half-closed, showing the expression of a very pleased man. I stand up, chuckling lightly at his comment. The back of my hand swipes across my lips, catching up any leftover semen and saliva. 

Laying down next to Simon, I place a hand on his chest. My finger traces small hearts on the delicate fabric of his shirt. A fond smile forms across my lips as I make eye contact with him, feeling a greater connection, although I didn’t think it was possible to become even closer to him. I knew at this very moment, a new life with him would start. A new life filled with so many possibilities that I could only dream of. 

(I promise, I’ve finally gotten the urge to write again so please please please expect some more fanfics!!!)

#simon #simon kalivoda smut #simon kalivoda #simon fear street #fear street smut #fear street

[jackharlowsshawty]

Shut up and Kiss me Alice Hart (Fear Street) Smut

Alice Hart x Black Plus Sized!Reader Warnings CURSING,Lesbian s3x,Scissoring,Kissing?,Cheating,Oral s3x,Sleeping together,Groping,Use of fingers.

DISCLAIMER:This is my very first fic so im still learning

It’s the night before color wars at Camp Nightwing. You Alice,Archie,Tommy,Ziggy, and Nick are hanging out by the fire.Archie sneaks in some beers and gives them to everyone once he sits down he takes a swig.You all sit around and talk shit about all of the people at camp.Everyone is a bit tipsy so Tommy decides to initiate a game of truth or dare.You go first and Tommy dares you to make out with one person in the little circle you guys were in.You chose to make out with Alice you had always liked Alice as a person but tonight it had felt different.It felt like there was a magnet pulling or attracting you to her.You sheepishly approach Alice and you make your way into her lap securing yourself on her hips.You lean in and push both of your lips together you scoot closer into her your breasts pushing against hers making you scoot even closer.Your dare was over you back off of her all red as if were holding your breath.A couple rounds later the game is over. Alice calls you over while you are walking to your cabin. She yells “Y/N come over to my cabin I got something to show you”.You walk over to Alice’s cabin imagining “her pushing you against the wall and caressing your body feeling you”.A couple seconds later you arrive to her cabin.Her cabin mates left early a family emergency or something like that but you could care less.When you walk into the cabin all you feel is the air being pushed out of your body and then the hard wood cabin walls and her lips.You start to struggle not registering what was happening Alice detaches her lips from your and says “Shut up and kiss me”.You kiss her back leaning in deepening the kiss you eventually feel her tongue entering your mouth.Both of your tongues are fighting for dominance and hers wins.Eventually y'all somehow make your way to her bed her on top of you.You guys break away trying to catch your breath while you do that Alice is trying to take off your clothes.Eventually you come to your senses and help her.As she takes off your bra your soft supple breasts fall out.It seems like she is a bloodhound the way she pounced onto your chest as soon as your bra was off.She began to nip at your breasts leaving love bites all over them.She began to lick and suck on your beautiful dark nipples.Soon she shifted her body over on top of your thighs you decide to move your leg up and down grinding it across her clothed pussy.Soon she decides to move down towards your pussy she pulls down your sheer purple panties.She puts her face face close to your pussy and runs her index finger over it.She licks her finger of that was wet and sticky.She decides to flick your clit and you respond by shivering and letting out a quiet moan.She dives face first into your pussy you let out a loud moan and she covers your mouth.She threatens and says “You let out one more moan and I will never touch you again you fucking whore”.You nod your head and say “Yes mommy” she smile’s and dives back in she decides to put two of her thick fingers in you.You jerk and buck against her hands because you cant moan her fingers are moving so methodically you shake and squirt all over her fingers.You soon decide to flip both of you over and shove your fingers in her with no warning she rolls around trying not to moan.You keep thrusting your fingers faster and faster until you bring her to her orgasm as soon as she is about to cum you take out your fingers.You both entangle your legs together and thrust your hips together after a while you finally cum.You guys collapse and get under the covers and cuddle.You and Alice still naked cuddle together it’s like your bodies were fit for each other.

I didnt reread over this message me if there is something wrong :)

#alice x reader #alice smut #fear street #fear street smut

[coryosbaby]

Sweet Serial Killer *ੈ✩‧ Young! Gf! Nick Goode x reader (1)

“𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓵 𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓻

𝓓𝓸 𝓲𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓱,

𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱! “

Summary: Murders are happening around Camp Nightwing, and you’ll do anything for your best friend Nick.

Warning: mentions of murder & violence, dubious consent, yandere! Nick, possessiveness, obsessive behavior, mentions of pedophilia (NOT by nick), pictures without consent, toxic relationship asf, god complex, male masturbation, oral (m & f recieving), p n v, breeding kink, dumbification, size kink, daddy kink, missionary, riding, the reader is very dependable on Nick, loss of virginity, creampie, marking, squirting, dom! Nick, sub! Reader

Nick isn’t an inherently violent person.

But when he meets you in the summer of ‘76, all of that is thrown out the window.

You’re a camper. And no, you aren’t a child; you’re eighteen years old. Nick is twenty, beginning as his first year as a counselor. At Camp Nightwing, it’s taboo for a counselor and camper to become romantically involved. But Jesus, Nick just can’t help but be so in love when he looks at you. Your cabin is right next to his, and he sees your sweet ass everyday, watches you strut around with him on his off days and have fun. You’ve both grown incredibly close. And if anyone messes with you, they have to deal with him.

And waves of intense rage aren’t new to him. But right now, he has still never been so incredibly angry.

He watches as a camper, some guy named Alex and around your age, torments you; pulls your hair, calls you names, makes fun of your makeup. And it makes his blood boil. You’re so precious, so much of an angel. No one needs to treat you this way. He approaches, quickly breaking it up. On the outside, his demeanor is calm, is safe.

To you, Nick will always be safe.

Alex scurries away quickly when Nick starts murmuring threats through clenched teeth. Tears are running down your face, and Nick brings his arm around your shoulder and guides you to his empty cabin. You bury his face in his neck when you’re both finally alone on his bed. He pulls you away and begins to stroke your tearful face soothingly.

“Shh,” he murmurs. “I know. It’s okay, honey. That fuckin’ asshole..” he looks at you with slight concern for a moment. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

You sniffle, and shake your head. “He p-pulled my hair, a little bit. But I’m fine.”

If Nick had any previous guilt about his plans for tonight, they’re all gone now.

“Okay..” he smiles, a small laugh leaving his lips as he runs his hands over the outer corners of your eyes.

“You ruined your makeup.”

You frown, worried. “Do I look bad?”

“What? No, not at all.” How could you ever think you look bad? “You look.. you look really pretty, y/n.”

“Oh.” your face flushes, and you smile. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He replies. And then,after that, you lay down on his bed and he reads you your favorite book while you curl up on his left side. It’s one of the things he does to help you feel better, to make you feel even more protected and safe with him.

And then later that night, the first murder at Camp Nightwing takes place.

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The next day the talk is all around camp. Alex, the boy that had harassed you the day before, is dead.

You’re in shock. No one has ever died at the camp before; it’s full of teenagers and kids doing arts and crafts, after all. In a situation like this, they should close down the camp. But the death itself was confirmed to be an accident; he had somehow slipped off of a cliff beside the lake that campers weren’t allowed to approach, and had hit his head on the rocky floor below. A counselor had found him that day, and there were rumors that it was incredibly brutal; his head was completely smashed to pieces.

Some people, however, believe it wasn’t an accident. There were rumors that a few campers saw someone in a black robe and a weird mask that resembled that of a ghost. But those were just rumors, for now.

You shove the thought that Alex deserved what he got down into your gut, and decide to feel bad for him.

“I just don’t get it,” you explain to Nick the next day, in the empty art room. “Why would you even go over there? It’s like, the most dangerous spot.”

Nick shrugs as you refer to Alex, as he knots a new bracelet for the third time that day.

“Dunno,” he replies. “Like I said, he was an idiot.”

His tone and the use of the word ‘was’ makes bile rise in your throat, but you change the topic to the task at hand.

If anyone knows you, you’re just a little… dumb. So, Nick helps you with your crafts in your art activities everyday, always teaches you new things because you’re interested and don’t know how. It’s not just in this field, where you depend on him; he helps you with practically everything, even feeds you from time to time. He knows how to take care of you, how to keep you satisfied and happy.

He watches as you struggle to tie a knot in the bracelet that you’re creating, watches as you slam it down onto the table and make a sound of frustration. He chuckles, amused.

“Having fun?”

“Fuck off, Nick.” You snap . You immediately begin to apologize, not meaning to have sounded so rude.

“Im so sorry!”

“Don’t apologize, y/n. It’s okay, I promise.”

He hates when you feel as if you’ve said something wrong around him. You could never anger him.

“It’s just…” you rub your eyes, careful not to destroy your glittery makeup. “I can’t.. I can’t make the bracelet. It’s not working.”

“That’s okay,” Nick assures. “I can teach you. It’s okay, here-“

His fingers move to grab the strings from you, maneuvering the plastic stand it’s attached to so he can gain better access. He looks down at the instructions.

“Yeah, this knot is complicated,” it’s not, but you don’t need to know that. “All you’re doing wrong is not looping it around. If you just..”

He smiles as he grabs your cherry red nails into his larger set of hands. He brings them down and shows you the proper way to tie the bracelet, and you squeal in victory when you’re finally done. It’s a little jagged along a section, but it isn’t too bad.

“See! I knew you could do it. You’re such a quick learner.” Nick praises. You flush.

“Thank you.”

He watches as you tie the ends. And then, you’re nervously looking towards him.

“I want you to have it.. i-if that’s okay!”

Nick beams, happily snatching the bracelet from your hands and slipping it onto his wrist.

“Thank you, angel. I love it.”

He picks up one of the bracelets he made and insists that you wear it too. He ties the ends for you, and slips it around your wrist. You smile. And then, with ease, he brings his lips down to your wrist and places a kiss to it. The nervous lip bite you give him makes his cock harden in his pants, but he chooses to ignore it for now. You smell so sweet, the perfume on your wrists making his eyes practically roll back. It’s so you, and he can’t get enough of it.

“Do you want to go back to my cabin?”

The words make you stutter, knowing that the cabin is empty and that everyone is away at another camping activity at the lake. But alas, you utter a quick ‘yes’. When you get inside he guides you to sit down at the head of his bed so he can read to you again. But once he gets through a couple paragraphs of The Great Gatsby, you’re already leaning onto his shoulder sleepily.

“Tired?” He asks.

“Mhm.”

“C’mere.”

He grabs one of your arms and slings it over his chest. You sigh happily, shoving your face into his shirt as he moves down to lay flat on the bed.

“Go to sleep. I’ll wake you up when it’s time for dinner.”

“Okay, Nicky. Thank you.”

Oh, how precious.

Your soft snores fill the room as you sleep. Time ticks by, but Nick can’t seem to keep still as much as he wants to. So, gently, he removes himself from underneath you and pulls his blanket over your shoulders as you turn over in your sleep. He watches as your tits seem to practically spill out of your tank top. His breath catches in his throat. It’s not that noticeable because it’s on your lower side, but your nipple has seemed to slip out of the fabric.

The thing he does next is probably incredibly wrong. But who can blame him, with you looking like that?

His hands go down to palm the bulge in his pants. He breathes heavily, lip getting caught in his teeth as he watches your slow moving breath and beautiful face. He brings his hands into his pants and begins to stroke himself with vigor.

He knows it’s incredibly risky. You’re his best friend, and if he gets caught doing this you might not be anymore. But precum spills over his fist and he thrusts into his own palm mercilessly. He starts to imagine scenarios with you in them: taking your tits into his mouth, sucking on those pert little nipples that he loves to see peeking through your shirt. Fucking that tight little pussy he knows you have, while you’re on all fours and your ass is bouncing back against his abs. And then, lastly, watching your little cunt get stretched beyond its boundaries as he impales you, your virgin blood coating his cock and leaving your creamy spend on him. This makes him keen, and then he’s stuffing his fist into his mouth as he cums all over the inside of his briefs. You begin to stir, not quite waking up, but it makes Nick’s mouth water even more at the thought of you catching him. You don’t wake up, however. You’re always such a deep sleeper.

Nick sighs, moving into the bathroom to wash off his hands and then change into a new pair of underwear.

And then, when he’s next to his dress, he catches sight of his camera.

It’s a Polaroid camera, a dark brown that he keeps with him whenever he wants to take picture of the camp’s scenery.

But maybe it can be used for other sights.

He remembers to turn the flash off, and then he snaps a picture of your sleeping form. And then, another. And another. And another. All at different angles, some far away, some so close that it’s a surprise that you don’t hear the click of the device and wake up. When he’s done he gathers up all of the pictures that have been printed and shoves them into his drawer full of shirts, next to another set of pictures. Ones that consist of a boy in water, with his head missing.

He checks on the clock on the wall. It’s dinner time, now.

He goes over and lightly shakes you. It takes a few minutes of this before your eyes finally crack open.

“C’mon, sweets, you gotta wake up,” he murmurs. “It’s time for dinner.”

You blink, wiping the sleep away from your eyes and smearing your makeup in the process again. But when you get up and look in the mirror, you choose not to acknowledge it.

You don’t even notice the anxious look Nick gives you when you ask for some of his clothes and reach into his t-shirt drawer. He’s so thankful that he hid the photos in the very back, because you don’t find them.

He makes a mental note to move them to a place where no one would think to look.

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The next day Tommy Slater teaches you archery.

You’ve see the boy around, not really ever talking, but he’s sweet, with nice hair and a pretty smile. He holds your arms in the right position as he helps you pull back the strings of the bow. When you pull it back, it’s the first time ever that you hit the target. You pull him into a hug, and his hands go down to your waist as he asks if he can buy you a cherry coke from the vending machines.

Nick watches the whole thing with displeasure when you say yes.

No one really notices, but Nick just always seems to be around you, even though there’s a whole other side of camp to be taught. It’s a surprise, really, that the boy can keep his job. If it wasn’t for the extra class he teaches everyday and his father being the sheriff, he’d probably be fired.

Nick really hasn’t had that much of a problem with Tommy before. He’s a nice guy, and they get along well whenever they work together. Hell, Tommy was even his bunkmate for a while before he decided to switch and room with his brother, Will.

But he’s talking to you. And he’s being a little too nice, too touchy to see you as a regular camper or friend.

And Nick can’t have that, can he?

So a week later, after you had started to grow close with the boy, Tommy Slater is found with a noose around his neck. A suicide, of course. It’s incredibly unfortunate for you; you cry about it, not leaving your cabin all day over the death of your new friend when you find out the news.

Of course, Nick is there to comfort you. He doesn’t leave your side, and stays with you for the entirety of the day while you sleep on top of his shirtless, warm body.

He’s such a good friend.

You sigh as you roll yourself out of your bed. You’re exhausted, mentally. Nick had begged you to come to dinner with him, but to no avail after many minutes of struggling. You figure right about now that the best thing to do is your makeup. Something that sounds incredibly stupid, but it helps you relieve a lot of stress. You bring yourself back over to your bed with your makeup bag and begin to apply a full face.

You jump, almost smearing your eyeliner, when Nick opens the door. Although you shouldn’t get excited at a time like this, you smile when you see an ice cream cone in one of his hands.

“Finally getting up?” He teases. You nod.

“I guess so. No use getting hung up, right? We..” you’re trying to seem positive, but the image of Tommy’s body hanging from the ceiling brings bile to your throat. You swallow it down as you apply a layer of blush and grab the ice cream cone from Nick. “Me and Tommy weren’t even that close.”

Nick shrugs, sitting down beside you and resting his head on your shoulder to watch you apply your mascara.

“He’s in a better place now, y/n.” The boy assures.

You nod in agreement, but you’re still a bit upset. You shake the thoughts out of your head and lick at the ice cream cone. Nick watches some it drip down your chin, and he imagines what it would be like to stuff your mouth full.

“So,” He starts. His eyes never leave your mouth. “Are you going on the camping trip tonight?”

Every Saturday, campers go deeper into the woods and camp out. You know Nick enjoys it, but the thought of sleeping in a tent with no air conditioner tonight does not sound like fun.

“Probably not.” You reply.

“That’s okay.” Nick assures. He can tell by the look on your face that you feel bad for ditching him. “On second thought, how about I stay here with you tonight? I know you don’t like to be in the dark alone.”

You roll your eyes. “I’m not scared of the dark, I’m scared of what’s in the dark! But also, won’t you get in trouble?”

“Whatever you say, sweetness.” Nick replies. “But I’m staying. I’ll just say I’m sick. ”

“That’s…good. I want you here.” And it’s true, as you utter the words. Nick smiles, and watches as you get up to throw away the ice cream cone (one of your weird quirks that Nick has picked up is that you only like the ice cream itself, and not the cone). When you bend down to drop it into the trash can, your shorts ride up and the soft globes of your ass are exposed. Nick exhales sharply.

You hear him, and turn around to look at him in concern. “Are you okay?”

Nick coughs, eyes averting from you as his cheeks glaze over into a dusty pink. “Yeah! It’s just a little stuffy in here, that’s all.”

“Oh.” You frown. “Do you want to go to your cabin instead? You have a better air conditioner, anyway.” And then your eyes light up. “And you have a radio! We can listen to music tonight!”

Nick chuckles at your excitement. He knows you enjoy music. “Yeah, honey.”

“Yay!”

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It’s not long before almost everyone in camp is away, and you and Nick are alone. Although the trip is optional, very few people decide to stay behind. Will had left, his eyes lingering on you a bit too long as he tells Nick to ‘have fun’. Nick’s eyes had narrowed at his tone, and he had put a possessive grip on you as he guided you to his radio so he could teach you how to use it.

And that night, Nick introduces you to weed.

It’s not something you’re opposed to, you’ve just never got around to it. And when Nick pulls out a small bag of the skunk smelling drug, you’re happy to get high with him.

You giggle as Nick runs his fingers over your legs in a teasing manner. He knows your ticklish behind your knees, and of course he isn’t going to ignore the chance of getting to touch you. His radio plays ‘Fear The Reaper’ in a blaring tone, and the both of your eyes are red rimmed and watery. You move away from his hands and off to bed to explore the things in his room, dazed.

And then you catch sight of his camera.

You pick it up, and feel the plastic device with your fingertips.

“I’ve never seen you with this,” you say. “Is it new?”

Nick lifts his body up off of the bed to look at you.

“No, I’ve had it for a while.” He replies.

“Oh.” and then, your hands begin to flimsily play with the buttons.

Nick grins. “Do you want me to take pictures of you?”

The question catches you off guard, but the look on his face, begging, can’t make you say no.

“If you want.”

“That’s great,” Nick pauses, hesitant. “Can you get on the bed for me?”

“Yes sir.”

You don’t mean to say it, really, but you just want to follow his directions. You think he’s going to be freaked out, but all he does is give you a sweet smile.

“Good girl.”

Your face flushes, and your twiddle your fingers as you begin to climb onto the bed. You move your hair so it rests behind your shoulders, and smile. Nick snaps it, the perfect view of you on your knees for him. You move to another position, sideways, and tilt your head back.

So cute, Nick thinks. And all mine.

By the third or fourth, you’re comfortable enough to not be shy.

“Is this good?” You ask. You’re leaning forward now, on your knees once again. Nick can see your cleavage at this angle, and he thinks you’re the most sexiest thing he’s ever laid his eyes on.

“Perfect.” And then, another pause before he speaks. “You’re so beautiful.”

You blanch, as if that’s the first time he’s ever said it. You look up at him with a look he can’t quite place.

“Do you really think so?”

“I think you’re perfect.”

Dazed and Confused by Led Zepplin is playing on the radio now. The tension in the room grows intensely, in this moment, as Nick utters the words. It’s as if it’s never been experienced before. It has, many times, but usually there was someone or something to interrupt that tension.

So now, all that Nick can think to do is throw the camera onto the bed, move over to you, lean down, and press his lips to yours.

It’s probably a dumb idea, but if it goes the opposite of the way Nick wants then he can just blame it on the mary jane in his system.

But you kiss back. The boy suspects you’ve never been kissed before, because your lips move awkwardly against his. It’s endearing to him, and he moves to press himself closer to you. You moan against him when he begins to climb on top of you. He pulls away, his thighs caging your hips down. He grabs your hands and moves them above your head.

“You’ve never done this before , have you?”

You look away shyly, shaking your head as you do so to signal the word ‘no’. He grabs your face with his strong hands and guides you too gaze at him again.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, y/n. Yes.. or no?”

Your lip gets caught in between your teeth as he looks down at you hungrily.

“No.” You utter softly.

He tuts, bring his hand down to your hip and rubbing the soft skin there.

“So no one’s ever touched you here? Hm?”

You shake your head.

“Poor baby.” His hand moves down further. He’s ghosting his fingers over the crotch of your shorts. You squirm, a small squeak leaving your mouth when he presses on your clit through the fabric. “What about here, baby? Anyone ever played with this little clit before?”

“N-Nick, c’mon-“

“Who? Are you lying to me? Has someone touched you here?” His tone is demanding, now, angry. You look up at him with wide eyes. He’s always been so gentle with you, and his attitude now shock you.

“No..” and then, softly, “no sir. I promise.”

He calms, a small smirk beginning to play on his lips. He rubs, gentle and slow, on your clit. You mewl, hands going up to his hair for leverage as he teases you.

“Such good manners. Being such a good girl.”

His fingers leave you. You whine in protest, beginning to grab his hand and put it back where it was, but he pushes your grip away. He chuckles.

“No, no. You’re going to do something for me first.”

Your face goes red, when he grabs your hand and presses it against his girth.

“You feel that, baby?” He’s taunting, watching as your mouth opens on instinct and your soft wet tongue lolls out. “Feel what you did?”

“Yes. Yes, daddy, I-“

The word that leaves your mouth isn’t intentional, but when it does it has Nick groaning, thrusting his hips up into your hand.

“God, that’s it. You want me to be your daddy, baby? Wanna be my little girl?”

You nod, eagerly, and you begin to move to unbuckle his jeans. He makes a noise of disapproval, though.

“No. Stay right here.”

And then he’s moving off the bed and to the foot of it, beginning to unbuckle his belt. He beckons you over, but stops you when you begin to get off the bed.

“No,” His hand goes down into his pants, and he breathes shakily.

“Crawl.”

Your pussy is practically drenched at this point. A small moan sounds in the back of your throat, and you get on your hands and knees. The look Nick gives you as you move towards him is so dark that you aren’t sure it’s even him anymore. But fuck, he looks so handsome, so beautiful. You can’t help but do what he says.

You’ll do anything for him.

He grabs you by your shoulders and pulls you up on your knees at the edge of the bed. His shirt has ridden up, exposing a sliver of his tanned and toned skin.

“What do you want me to do now, daddy?” The words you’re saying sound so unlike yourself, but it’s like something different has taken over you. All you can think or feel is NickNickNickNickNick. Over and over, your pussy throbbing and spilling wet juices all over the inside of your panties.

“Take your shirt off, sweetheart.”

The demand is one you follow instantly, and when you slip the shirt over your head your nipples are puffy and swollen. He grins, moving down to flick one of your nipples.

“These are so pretty. We should get them pierced, don’t you think?”

The thought of needles going through your tits make you wince. Nick laughs.

“I was just joking, angel.”

“We have to have those nice and ready for our baby, don’t we?”

Your eyes widen, and he laughs again, as if pregnancy is some kind of game.

“Joking, again. God, you’re so gullible, you know that?”

You really don’t think you’d mind carrying his baby, but you don’t mention that right now. Instead, you bring your hands to the bulge in his pants. He groans in surprise, and looks down at you.

“You little minx. Get to work, then. Since you want to be so impatient.”

You hesitate, not really knowing what to do.

“Can you teach me, sir?”

He presses your mouth to his clothed cock, and you gasp at the sudden movement. You drool all over the fabric of his jeans, the confines of the zipper making his incredibly large cock press against the denim.

“Gotta taste it first, don’t you?” He teases. He yanks you away from his dick and pulls your head back so you’ll look up at him.

“Give me a kiss.”

You do, reaching up desperately to kiss him on his soft, sweet lips. He strokes your face, gentle unlike the past few minutes.

“Do you feel safe with me?”

You nod, and he nods his head in understanding at the confirmation.

He begins to unzip his fly. And then, you watch as he pulls out his thick length. You gawk at how pretty and large he is, his tip shining with precum and his balls drawn up tight.

“Do you trust me?”

His voice is rougher now. He strokes his cock, and you ache for it to feel the deep canal of your throat.

“Yes, daddy. You’re the only person in the world I’ll ever trust.”

“Good. You only need me.”

And then he’s rubbing the tip over your lips, and you’re eagerly suckling the soft skin and licking the precum off. He tastes so good, so salty and bitter but so perfectly divine. He growls low in his throat, holding back as much as he can so he doesn’t destroy your perfect little mouth.

“Yeah, just like that. Didn’t even have to tell you where to put that slutty mouth. You think about this a lot, don’t you?”

You nod, as much as you can with your mouth full.

“Run your tongue along the vein.” He directs, watching as you pull off and ask him what to do next. “You see, right there?”

You follow his directions perfectly, following the trail and then moving to kitten lick underneath his head. His eyes roll back, and he shallowly thrusts into your throat. You become desperate, then, and before he realizes what’s happening your downing his whole aching prick in one singular stroke.

“Oh, fuck, you bitch!” He’s loud, and his resolve breaks. He grabs your head with both of his hands and begins to fuck your throat with vigor. You choke, your eyes watering, but you don’t want him to let up. Looking up at him through watery lashes, you see that his had is tilted back and his mouth is open in shock and pleasure.

“I can feel the back of your goddamn throat, Jesus fuck..”

He slows, just a bit, when he sees you struggling to breathe.

“Remember to breathe through your nose, sweetness.”

His advice helps you, and soon you’re relaxed as he uses your throat. Your hands grip his thighs, and on a particularly deep thrust your nose hits the curly black hair at his base. It’s amazing, how much you can take.

Not that Nick has been with many girls, but he’s been with a few. And all of them could hardly take his cock inside their cunt, much less their throat. Nick giggles at the irony, then, sadistically. Of course you can take it. You’re made for him. And he’s your god, a life force that you’re devoted to, that you can’t ever escape.

“Yeah, you’re a pro at this,” Nick says roughly. “ My good little cocksucker.”

That sets you off, and your fingers begin to go down and rub your clit. It doesn’t take long before Nick is pulling you off and pushing you back down on the bed. He grabs you by your thighs and begins to unbuttons your shorts aggressively. When he gets down to your underwear he’s pulling them off with a quickness and shoving them into his back pocket.

You really should be shy right now, but you aren’t. It’s just that way with Nick. You can do anything, show him anything, and you’ll still feel like the most free person to ever exist. He spreads your legs wide, and he doesn’t hesitate to go down and get a taste of you.

He licks a stripe up the expanse of your drenched pussy, makes sure to add a little bit of tongue when he gets to your clit. He thumbs the swollen button, plays with it like it’s a toy. Your back arches, his touch setting flames off on your skin and inside of you.

“Nicky, please..”

Your voice is raw from getting so harshly throat fucked, your eyes droopy and already fucked out from all the foreplay. He says nothing, instead choosing to gather up some of the precum from his cock and use two now lubed fingers to shove inside of you. Your hips soar off the mattress, the sudden stretch burning intensely, but not as much as you would’ve originally thought. You’re so wet that you’re really up for anything, at this point. You flush with embarrassment when you hear your wetness gushing around Nick’s fingers. But he looks pleased, intensely so, and bends down to press a little kiss to your clit.

“Aww, look at that,” he coos. “You’re so wet, aren’t you? Did daddy make you this wet?”

“Yesyesyesyes-“ you practically scream when he rubs your inner walls a certain way, and it makes your legs shake and makes tears stream down your cheeks. “please keep doing that, daddy. Oh my God!

You can feel your orgasm approaching, and it’s embarrassing that you’re cumming this soon. But you’re a virgin, after all. You can’t help it. And so, with a sharp intake of breath and a moan, you cum all over Nick’s fingers. He watches as your juices coat his entire hand and shirt as your legs start to convulse in pleasure. He smiles, satisfied. You just squirted all over him.

“There you go.. just like that. Good girl. Give me all of that, baby.”

When you come down it’s like you’re wiped of energy. Nick notices. His hand goes up to stroke your face.

“You have to give me one more, okay? Just one.”

You shake your head, eyes going closed, but he slaps your cheek lightly to keep you awake.

“Still need fuck you, honey. I want you to be awake when I do it. Want you to remember.”

You bite your lip, hesitant, but then you nod. He smiles, and your heart flutters as you look down at him in between your legs.

“That’s my girl.”

He adjusts your thighs, pulling your spent body towards him. His cock nudges against your entrance. It’s different from what you’ve just experienced, much more intimate and warm. So he guides himself into you, gently. It hurts, and you let out a noise of displeasure. You start to cry again, but out of pain.

“Daddy- c-can’t, ‘s too much..”

“I know you can take it, sweet girl. Don’t you want to make daddy proud?”

You hiccup, tears flowing freely down your cheeks, and you whisper a small, “yes sir.”

He pushes into you for what seems like forever, and when you finally feel his pelvis pressing against your clit you jump from the stimulation. It causes you to clench down on him, and you cry out at the feeling of him losing control and thrusting into your open canal. He groans, lifting himself up with his hands to keep himself still.

“Don’t do that baby, ‘s gonna hurt you. Fuck, you’re so tiny. My cock is splitting you in two.”

Yeah, you wanted to say, like I warned you it would.

But you don’t say that, and soon his cock just feels like a lot of pressure. So when you tell Nick to move, he tries his hardest to be slow. He’s shaking, the fact of being in control of himself a new phenomenon. But when he drags himself out, slow, and then pushes himself back in, you begin to feel different. He hits that special spot again, just right, and your hips move back on him at their own accord.

“Daddy.. please. Fuck me! want it hard…”

The words spill out of your mouth quickly, your brain going haywire. Nick’s hands become bruising in their grip, and he shoves your hands over your head again and begins to pound you vigorously. Your wetness leaves a creamy ring around the base of his cock, and you look absolutely gorgeous, letting him use you.

“Fuckin’ beautiful little girl.. love having this pussy fucked, don’t you? Making daddy so proud..”

You moan loudly, his praises making more wetness drip out of you.

“Love you, daddy, love you so much!”

Nick’s hips stutter at that, and although it should be a very large milestone to cross, it feels perfectly natural, perfectly true to say, and it makes his head spin. His perfect little girl, worshipping him and his cock. You’re a dream come true.

“Holy fuck.. I love you too, sweetheart.” Your heart aches, so deeply. He loves you. Nick, the boy you’ve been completely devoted to and have worshipped the entire summer, loves you.

You can feel his thrusts speeding up, his hands bruising on your skin. ‘M gonna cum, shit-“

He twitches, flooding your sticky walls with his cum. Your hips shake, your pussy milking him dry.

“Love your cum, sir, feels s’good.” You slur. The fact that you’ve gotten riled up and haven’t came again is in the very back of your mind. Nick’s cock, his body, his devoted time and attention to you, is enough to satiate your needs. When he pulls out of you he makes sure to watch his cum drip out of your needy hole, and then rubs your clit in gentle strokes.

“just give me one more, baby. Cum for daddy one more time.”

And who are you to resist? Shaking, your brain turns to mush. Your tummy tightens and then you’re spilling again, watching as Nick looks down at you with adoration.

When you slow, his hands move up to swipe some hair out of your face and tuck it behind your ear. You smile bashfully, watching as he lays down beside you and beckons you over to him once more. It’s peaceful, resting now in the darkness of his room. The radio is still playing, soft just as before. And when you sleep, you dream of sweet nothings.

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And then two days later, you’re being harassed by the camp’s janitor.

His name is Lloyd, and he’s older, much more so. He’s noticed you around, he says. He wants to get to know you more.

You’re uncomfortable by his offer. He’s a grown man, for christ’s sakes! And not an attractive one, at that, so why would you even attempt such a thing with him?

Of course, Nick isn’t too far behind when Lloyd starts spewing harsh words when you reject him. He pulls you behind him protectively, and begins suggesting that he call his father and tell on him. Lloyd instantly backs off, but his narrowed eyes never leave yours as he walks away.

Later that night, there’s a camp bonfire. You smile as you conversate with Nick while a bag of marshmallows between the two of you. You shove one into your mouth as you discuss Carry by Stephen King, and he agrees that it’s one of the best. Your head rests on his shoulder, his arms wrapped around you. Although campers and counselors technically can’t be together, no one around really cares at the moment; they’re all too busy with their own friends to notice. You grab Nick’s hand and suggest that he take you to get more snacks from the cafeteria. He trails behind you, watching your ass bounce in the tiny skirt you’re wearing. It isn’t long before you’re buying a coke and Nick is using every excuse in the book to guide you behind the deserted building and up against the wall.

His lips press gently into your neck in a sloppy, wet kiss. Your coke is forgotten, the soft drink’s bottle sitting on the concrete beside the both of you. You fall into Nick more when he bites down softly on the spot below your ear; he’s only fucked you once, but he knows your body like the back of his hand.

You sigh, your hand grabbing his and discreetly guiding it to that warm spot in between your legs. He huffs out a laugh, watches your face contort into carnal pleasure when he rubs your clit softly.

“Needy, baby?”

“Want you..” you whine, hands gripping his shirt. “Fuck me here. Wan’ everyone to see…”

“Jesus,” he moans, your hand going down to palm his aching shaft. “Only fucked you once and I’ve already turned you into a little cockslut, huh?”

You nod as his thumb brushes over your lips in a playful manner. You bring the digit into your mouth, making sure that it hits the very back of your throat. Nick groans at that, bringing his thumb out and crashing his lips into yours. You taste like cherry coke, and from the past few days of the constant making out you guys have been doing, Nick can infer that this is just how you taste. It’s so perfect, so incredibly sweet and precious. He grabs your arms and turns you around so he can press your body against the wall behind you. His hands undo his belt, and then he’s lifting up your skirt to see your pretty cunt.

“No panties, sweetheart?”

“Just wanted to be ready for you, daddy.”

The way you say it, so giving and dedicated, makes Nick’s cock jump. When he pulls it out he presses it flush against your bare mound and slaps your lips playfully with his tip. You squirm, little pussy red and swollen.

“Love this little pussy so much, baby,” Nick coos. He rubs your clit with his length, and it makes you tremble. “Need you to beg for daddy. C’mon, be a good girl.”

You don’t even hesitate, your voice shaky and desperate. “Please! Need you so bad, daddy. Please fuck me!”

He doesn’t hesitate to shove himself inside you, then. And although the stretch still hurts, it feels better than last time and it makes you mewl as he begins to harshly pound into you. He yanks you back by your hair, your body pressed flush against him, and he uses his other hand to yank your top down and expose your tits to the night air. They scrape against the brick wall, and it the sting makes you clench around him.

“Good little bitch.. such a tight little pussy…”

And then his tone becomes darker, and he begins to put a bruising grip on your hip.

“Tommy could’ve never fucked you like this, y’know.”

The sentence catches you off guard, your body slowing its movements. But only slightly; because as fucked up as it is, Nick still turns you on. You stutter, your eyes rolling back when Nick’s cock grazes your insides perfectly.

“W-What?”

And although it seems like Nick should be ashamed or feel caught saying the thing he just said, he doesn’t. Instead, his fingers reach down to rub you clit, as he chuckles darkly.

“You heard me. That little fucker. You were going to leave me for him, weren’t you?”

Your eyes furrow in confusion, tears beginning to form at the stress of his interrogation and his harsh thrusts. Nick slaps your ass harshly, watching it jiggle and move against him more.

“Answer me!”

“No! No, I only ever wanted you! I- I didn’t-“

“Good.”

His fingers slap your pussy, and then he’s rubbing your clit in harsh circles again. You practically scream, your wetness gushing down his dick.

“Now fucking cum for me.”

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You ignore Nick as he walks you back to his cabin.

You don’t know what else to do. How else are you supposed to react when your best friend slash lover decides to talk about a dead friend in bed?

It should upset you more than it does.

You’re freaked out, a little bit, of course. But the guilt, that pit in your stomach, isn’t as prominent as you thought it would be. And when Nick pulls you into a hug and softly asks, “stay, please?”, you can’t resist him. Will is out, you assume. Probably with a random girl or still at the bonfire.

None of that matters, right now. You turn your head when Nick tries to kiss you. He frowns, hands coming up to your hair.

“What’s wrong?”

“Why’d you say that stuff earlier, Nick?” You ask quietly. Your nervously bounce on the balls of your feet. “That was really mean.”

He sighs, looking regretful as he takes your face into his hands.

“I’m sorry, baby. I know I shouldn’t of said that. I got carried away..“

His lips land on yours, gentle. You’re extremely tired, your limbs weak and your pussy aching from Nick’s harsh fucking. You don’t know how to feel, but the softness of Nick’s lips makes your eyes flutter shut.

“I won’t do it again,” he murmurs, as he pulls away. His thumb goes to wipe away stray mascara that had smeared on your face. “I promise. Just stay with me?”

You know it isn’t right. You know that what he said was messed up, was something you should leave him for. But you don’t. You just nod your head obediently, and join him on his bed. And when you’re trying to sleep and his length rubs up against your thigh, he asks if you want him. You say yes, and It’s true.

And when he brings himself up to your lips, you lick his cock clean, and show him your devotion.

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it was a late night wednesday, you could recite every word of your presentation by now, the anxiety was catching up to you, making you stay up later than usual, you weren't even in your pajamas yet. after revising, revising, and doing more revising you decided to put on your night gown, only to find out, they were missing from your drawer. your immediate thought was that your perv step brother took it, after all, you'd always catch him staring at you, in group settings he would put on his hand on your pants back pocket giving the excuse that "his hand was cold". "shit" you whispered quietly enough so that only you could hear, you tiptoed your way to the laundry room, you searched all over your laundry basket but still didnt find your pink silky shorts and matching tank top. you decided to go back to your room "pajamas are overrated anyways" you thought. on your way back, you noticed that the door of ethan's bedroom was a little bit open, you weren't curious or anything, you knew that ethan was probably just masturbating or watching porn while jerking off but some felling in your gut told you to look trough that tiny crack on the door, you decided to trust it. "fuck y/n" ethan groaned, jerking off with your missing pajama shorts wrapped around his cock, he looked like he was sculped by greek gods, a thick long and extremely hard dick. you opened the door wide open, ethan didnt even noticed your presence, after all, his eyes were shut. "oh my fucking god- fuck" he groaned under his breath, you observed him from afar, smirking. "y/n, oh fuck" he moaned, loudly this time. "hey" you said, so loudly he could hear but so quietly that quinn, baley or even your mom would wake up at these late night hours. "i knew you were up to something ethan, you would always stare at me, but now i know, you're just a pervert arent you?" you said, closing the door shut and aproaching him, slowly, he looked at you, surprised and scared but also, with eyes of desire, he wanted it, he wanted your body, he dreamed of it. "what-" he said, lifting himself on his bed sitting up and covering his bottom half with his blanket only leaving his shirtless abs exposed "shh" you held up your finger against his mouth "just sit back and relax baby" you said, kissing him heatedly on the lips and lowering yourself until your mouth was lined up with his dick. you pulled out the blanket and shoved his dick in you mouth, bobbing your head up and down on it. "fuck" he moaned loudly, all of the stimulation was catching up to him, it was unreal to him, he was just fantasing about you sucking his cock, how did his wish came true so fastly? "fuck y/n" he groaned, releasing himself in your mouth, you swallowed it. "my turn" he said, switching sides so that he was on top of you. he took off your shirt and bra, cupping one of your breasts in his hand and unbuttoning your pants with the other. he took off your pants and panties in one swiftly motion. he then licked two of his fingers and rubbed your clit with it, you moaned. "fuck ethan" you moaned loudly after he shoved his cock inside you. "as much as i love those pretty noises we dont want your mother waking up and finding out you're fucking your step brother do we?" he whispered closely in your ear. still with your breast in his hand he went in and out of you fastly, squeezing the life out of you. "fuck you're so tight" he groaned under his breath, making you even more turned on. the stimulation was too much. you had memorised every vein of his cock by now.  "fuck" you moaned loudly, not being able to control yourself, realeasing myself all over his dripping cock, he pulled his dick out of me. "taste yourself on my dick, slut" he said, motioning you to suck his dick. you licked a strip down his length, his cock so sensitive it began to twitch, you started to bob your head up and down his cock a couple of times making him cum for the second time of the night.

*insert cute fluff paragraph here*

#ethan landry #ethan landry smut #horror #loren campbell #scream #steve harrington #ethan landry smut non con #billie eilish smut #billie eilish #fear street

[mya-cookie-eater]

Imagine…

You’re your comfort characters comfort character 

C/c=comfort character 

Warning ⚠️:kinda sad at the end but at first kinda cute I also didn’t reread this so it might be rushed and not make sense mb plus it’s short

A/n: send request for stories like these I like writing them.🙃 pick a specific character tho and I’ll tell you if I can do them or not (please send requests)

After a long day of school/work they come home and lay in bed they grab their pillow and began to speak. “hey y/n I had a good day today I almost got into a fight but I didn’t because I thought of you and how you wouldn’t want me to do that how you would want me to be the bigger person so I talked to them about it and I know you fight sometimes but you wouldn’t want me to risk everything by fighting so yeah how was your day??”  In their mind the pillow came to life forming your face and body into it. “I had a good day just chilled on your bed you know” you looked into the eyes of C/C and grabbed the side of their face. “I’m proud of you I’m so proud of you” you hugged them and then you laid on their chest they hugged back and you started to cuddle they you felt something hot and wet they were crying. “what’s wrong??” You asked and put their face into your hands. “I love you but your not real” their world of happiness collapsing with those words. Your.Not.Real you made them happy you made them better but you weren’t real. 

A/n:Hey I wrote this because I seen dd Osama confront n3on and I was proud of him and I thought of what it would be like if I had his comfort character or if I was any of my other comfort characters comfort character I seen a story similar that’s what this was based on so if you find that send me a link bc I really want to read it again they wrote it better than me 

#miles morales #miles morales x you #miles morales x reader #1610 miles morales x reader #miles morales 1610 #miles morales imagine #atsv #earth 42 miles morales x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #steve harrington x reader #chato santana x reader #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson smut #fear street #damon smut #kate schmidt #hobie brown x reader smut #lucas sinclair #peter ballard smut #rue bennett smut #steve harrington #sadie sink x reader #steve harrington angst #hobie brown smut #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fic

[trouble-follow-after-share]

https://ruth-893.ludgu.top/b/aA4LDJ2

#sleep #writer problems #positive mental attitude #new year #exo scenarios #twice #quackity #miguel o'hara smut #sexy tattoed women #makeup #shin megami tensei #dsmp art #fear street

[source-fight-guess]

#miguel o'hara smut #makeup #dsmp art #fear street #gay couple #lesbian #the cruel prince #countrycore #excerpt from a book i'll never write #magical girl #zaynmalik #net neutrality

[close-help-benefit]

#new year #Tony Tony chopper #exo scenarios #danielle peazer #deckerstar #miguel o'hara smut #makeup #dsmp art #fear street #Haruki Murakami #vampire #excerpt from a book i'll never write

[lxstfathier]

Hiding

Kinktober day 8 - deepthroat

Nick Goode x Reader

Nick loves to feel you mouth on his cock, licking and sucking all the way from the base to the tip, savoring every single inch of his throbbing length.

But he goes absolutely crazy when you manage to take him entirely inside your mouth, down your throat, gagging and drooling all over him.

And he doesn’t care about having you just like that on any place that he wants, not even while he’s working at the police station, hiding you under the desk, pushing your head down to make you choke on his thick cock.

No one ever suspects a thing. Who would know that Nick Goode, the great sheriff and the town’s hero, has his pretty girlfriend sucking him off while he talks with all the officers under his command?.

#the fs fandom is kinda dead i know 😭 #nick goode smut #fear street smut #fear street fanfiction #kinktober 23 🎃

[simonsrealwife]

Hi I want to request a Simon smut, where this is only the readers second time having sex (she had her first time with Simon) and for the second time she wants him to be rough and choke her, and he’s too scared that he’s going to hurt her so she reassures him that it’s okay and if she’s uncomfortable she’ll tell him. And then Simon realizes he likes to be a little rough. Sorry for this long description but thank you🤪😚

Side Note: Literally thank you so much for this request. I squealed like a 5-year-old when I received this. THANK YOU!! This took me out of my writers block. 

Warnings: Swearing, unprotected sex (Simon’s pull-out game is strong asf), choking kink, rough sex, dirty talk, cliche ending, comforting someone, moaning, my dumb-ass writing :(, confession of love, snuggling after <3

Pairing: Simon Kalivoda x Female Reader

Word Count: 1,075

The Rougher, The Better

Simon and I had only been dating for 2 months. We only had sex once. It was a very awkward situation, I’ll tell you that. I was scared to touch him and he was terrified to touch me. We didn’t even do much that night. Plus, we finished fairly fast. There was no room to actually indulge in what we both liked so tonight, I planned to change that. I liked it rough. I wanted Simon to know that and at least try and be rough. He always joked around about being “different in the sheets” anyway, so why not test that?

We were currently in his bedroom; cuddling on his bed while listening to music. Our favourite thing to do. I didn’t know when to make the next move and hopefully, let him know that I was… a tad bit rough in the bed. “Si?” I quietly said. Now was my moment to make the first move. “Hm?” Simon hummed. “Can… can I kiss you?” I always, no matter what, asked for permission to kiss him. Simon looked me in the eyes with his beautiful lavender-gray eyes and nodded while humming. I placed one of my hands on the side of his face and, ever so gently, kissed him with a sort of passion. Simon moved so he was on top of me and I was under him. I continued kissing him but Simon quickly took over. He moved his lips fast and aggressively, his hand caressing my leg. Simon removed his lips from mine and looked me dead in the eye. “What do you want to do for our second time having sex?... I would like it to be special for you,” He insisted with a smile.

 I smiled. I knew this was my chance to tell him what I liked. “Simon, can we be rough this time?” Simon stared at me with a look of concern. “I- What do you mean by rough, my love?” He questioned. “Well, I mean…” My voice trailed off. “Why don’t you put your hand around my throat and fuck me at a rough and fast pace?” I hoped he would say okay. “But what if I hurt you?” He asked with concern. I placed my hand on the side of his face and nodded. “Baby, you’re not gonna hurt me. If I feel uncomfortable, I’ll tell you right away,” I reassured him. “But I-” “Shh..” I shushed him; placing one finger on his lips. “It’s okay. We’ll use safe words. Red means bad. Greens means good. Got it?” Simon looked at me doe-eyed. “Mhm,” he mumbled. I then tugged at the bottom of his shirt. He took off his shirt, revealing his hot dad bod. (I’m just so horny for his dad bod, I’m sorry!!) I practically ripped off my shirt. I was eager to feel Simon’s touch.

 Simon unbuckled his belt. As he was unbuckling his belt, I took off my bra and pants. Leaving me in only my underwear. Simon finished unbuckling his belt and proceeded to take off his pants. Leaving him in only his boxers. I looked down to admire his body but noticed something quite obvious. The giant erection in his boxers. Simon noticed that I was looking at his giant erection. He blushed and looked away sheepishly. “Hey, Si, no need to be embarrassed,” I tried comforting him. I sat up and placed my thumb under his chin, making him face in my direction. “It’s actually quite hot,” I whispered seductively. I don’t know how it was possible but Simon turned an even darker shade of red. “I want you inside of me so, so, very bad” I lowered my hand to where he needed me the most and gently grazed my finger over it. “F-uh-ck” Simon’s moan came out high-pitched and desperate.

 “Okay, lay down baby,” He said. I was rather shocked at how fast his mood had changed from scared and worried to seductive and prepared. I nodded while laying down. I also took my underwear off so Simon had easy access. He grabbed my legs and opened them. He looked determined to make me feel good. It was super hot. He then pulled down and took off his boxer in a swift, quick move. Placing his hand on my inner thigh, he used his other hand to slowly slide in. That received a loud moan from both of us. Simon moved at a slow pace at first just so I could get used to his size. “Simon, please go faster,” I moaned. Simon nodded. He then went faster. Shaking the bed as he did so. “Fuck. God. You feel so good,” Simon sighed in pleasure.

 Damn, I loved the noises he made. They weren’t grunts nor were they quiet whimpers. They were full-on moans. It drove me insane. “Simon, harder,” I moaned. Simon then went harder. The speed and pace he was going at made him and I a moaning mess. “Fuck, just like that,” My eyes practically rolled to the back of my head. Simon was rather confident about how fast he was going. He also liked going really fast and hearing the loud moans fill the room. Simon then remembered that I wanted his hand around my throat. He gently placed his hand on my throat and squeezed. Not too hard though. “Oh God, I’m gonna cum!” (Damn that was embarrassing to write) I let out loudly. “Same baby. Same,” Simon replied. I arched my back and released.

 I couldn’t hold it in anymore. Simon thrust me through my orgasm. Simon moaned loudly and pulled out. Pumping his cock till he came all over my inner thighs. I admired his face as he ejaculated. It was rather pretty. He had his head tilted up, his mouth slightly open, his eyes closed and he was releasing small, cute little moans. He opened his eyes and looked at me. “What?” He chuckled. “Oh, nothing. You just look really pretty,” I replied with a soft smile. Simon chuckled then laid beside me. 

 He kissed my cheek while grabbing a blanket and covering our bodies. “I love you,” Simon muffled. My heart skipped a few beats. “I- I love you too, lover boy,” I replied. I nuzzled my head into the crook of his neck and closed my eyes. Simon wrapped his arms around me and brought me in for a comforting hug. We both fell asleep shortly after.

(If you have any suggestions for Simon smut, my ask box is open <33)

#simon kalivoda #simon kalivoda smut #fear street #fear street smut #fear street simon #thank you sm #OUT OF MY WRITERS BLOCK #thank god #suggest me anything #my ask box is open #simon fear street #simon kalivoda headcanons #simon kalivoda is my comfort person #simon kalivoda loml #kate schmidt #kate schmidt fear street #pretty boy <3

[coryosbaby]

(18+)

Older! Nick Goode making you sit on his cock when one of his officers is in his office <3 his cock filling you up so much that you can feel him in your stomach, while he sits and discusses a meeting. The man doesn’t ask any questions about why you’re there. Nick is his boss, after all. But every so often, he’ll notice a look on your face as if you’re uncomfortable. But you cover it up with a smile, and when he finally leaves Nick pick you by the front of your thighs and sets you down on the ground so he can bend you over his desk <<3

“See? I told you it’d be easy. You’re such a good little girl, doing exactly as you’re told. My precious baby.” He coos, as he shoves his tie into your mouth. He brings his cock back inside your tight cunt. He begins to fuck you mercilessly, moving his hand to hold your head down onto the desk. You drool around the piece of fabric in your mouth, and he groans at the feeling of your warmth around him.

You can barely speak, can only make little ‘uh, uh, uh” sounds, as he pounds you into the wooden desk.

“Daddy loves his little girls tight little pussy. She’s so good for him, isn’t she?” He praises, as he reaches down to slap your clit harshly. You cry out, hands struggling to stay anywhere. As an alternative Nick brings both of his hands off your head and down to hold your wrists and pull them back. You’re lifted off the desk, your nipples barely grazing the table as his hips smack into yours at a rapid pace. You know he’s getting close, can tell by the way his sounds increase and his thrusts begin to become sloppy. And then he’s filling you up with his warm cum, eyes rolling back in pleasure at feeling of his orgasm. He pulls out, teasingly rubbing your clit with the tip of his girthy length. You whine, having yet to reach your high the entire day. But all Nick does is sit there, holding his cock against your swollen button.

“Work for it, honey.” His voice is shaky, and you know that the overstimulation from his first orgasm is still making him incredibly sensitive.

But that’s how he likes it; he loves the burn, the desperate mess and friction.

So when you bring his aching prick to rest in between your outer lips and begin humping him with desperation, it’s all it takes for the man to squirt even more thick ropes of cum onto your body with a growl of your name.

#Nick Goode #Nick goode x reader #Nick Goode x fem! reader #Nick goode smut #fear street #fear street trilogy #fear street 1994 #fear street 1978 #fear street 1666 #older! Nick Goode #dom! Nick Goode #sub! reader

[bloatedandalone04]

➪the one where nick falls in love with a shadysider at camp nightwing.

Disclaimer: nick and reader have been aged up for the sole purpose of the smut, sorry if it doesn’t make sense with the timeline of the actual movie (im not writing underage scenes like that, though y’all stay safe) also nick isn’t as evil in this (or at all, really)

WARNINGS: kissing, smut, unprotected sex, slight possessive nick, slight choking, borderline breeding kink, camper x counselor relationship

Word Count: 5.4k

The summer heat was becoming unbearable. Though, it wasn’t nearly as unbearable as your want for the counselor you’d had your eye on for the last two weeks. His name was Nick Goode, which was ironic as the many things you wanted him to do to you were nothing short of bad. 

  He was your counselor, but that’s a bit of an unfair title as you’re eighteen (as of two months ago) and more than capable of looking after yourself. He was only a year older than you. Since the first day, you’ve been hinting at your obvious crush on him, and all your advances had been cut short when another counselor would see you. 

  Nick had shown an interest in you as well, but he was too much of a gentleman to take it any further than a smile or an accidental touch of the hand on your arm. It wasn’t enough. You craved him and were infatuated with him to the point where you felt inferior to him. 

  It was expected for you to develop feelings for him, with his good manners and undeniably good looks. How could you not? 

  Unbeknownst to you, Nick thought you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen. You were a natural goddess in his eyes and he could only imagine what it would be like to touch you on a deeper level, instead of the rare brush of the arm.

  Only problem was.. he was a golden boy and you were a shadysider.

  You tended to be the bolder one out of the two of you, but secretly, every pick up line or flirtatious joke you said had your hands feeling sweaty when waiting for his response. He would always respond with remarks that matched your flirty smirks but that was all that came from it. 

  After all, he is your counselor. 

  But what others don’t know won’t hurt them, right?

-

It was around dinner time and while the campers and counselors alike all gathered in the dining area, you stayed back to help Nick clean up. He picked up all the paint brushes while you threw away the scrap pieces of paper. It was just the two of you, and that alone had your heart beating faster than normal, but you pushed away the insecure thoughts and leaned on the table he was cleaning. 

  “Are we ever going to talk about the thing going on between us?” You asked, tilting your head slightly, the corners of your lips turning up when he stopped his actions.

  He didn’t look at you and stood still for a few seconds before continuing to wipe away at the wooden table. “What are you talking about?”

  “You know exactly what I’m talking about,” you say and casually move closer to him. 

  “I don’t think I do,” he replied, turning to look at you. “And even if I did, you know nothing can happen between us.”

  You refrained from rolling your eyes. “Why not?”

  “Because I’m a counselor,” he said, stepping away from you. “And because you’re a camper.”

  Your ego felt attacked at the thought of him comparing you to a bunch of kids. “Please,” you scoffed, reaching over and running your fingers over his arm. “I’m eighteen. I don’t believe that you see me as a kid, especially since you’re only one year older than me.”

  Nick froze at the feeling of your hand on him and he could feel the walls he built in an attempt to not fall for you crumbling down every second that passed. “It’d be wrong,”

  When he went to pull away, you grabbed his hands and tugged him towards you. You were still leaning on the table when you placed his hands on your waist, your chests just inches away. “Does it feel wrong?”

  Your words, unintentionally sexy, mixed with the feeling of you had the walls falling completely. Nick slowly stepped forward and allowed you to place your hands on his chest while his ran up your arms to rest on either side of your face. 

  You could feel your heart beating in your ears, your skin on fire as you looked up at him. “Kiss me,” you murmured, straining your neck to move your face closer to his. At his conflicted expression, you moved your hands up to grip his shoulders. “Please.”

  At that, Nick leaned down and closed the gap between you, pressing his lips to yours in a surprisingly passionate yet desperate kiss. Your hands immediately traveled to his face, bringing him down so he was closer to your height. It wasn’t surprising that the kiss got heated really fast, this was something you both had wanted since the day you met. 

  Nick’s hands fell from your face and landed on your hips once again and he tugged you up, making you sit on the wooden surface of the table. With him now situated between your legs, you tugged on the collar of his shirt so he was as close as he could possibly be.

  His hands moved to wrap your legs around his waist and you moaned at the feeling, all while keeping your lips pressed to his. 

  You weren’t a virgin, and from the way Nick had his hands all over you, you could tell he wasn’t one either, but you still felt like this was the first time you’d had a man’s hands on your body. You felt high and the kiss was beginning to take your breath away. 

  You pulled back and let out a deep breath as Nick’s lips moved to your neck, pressing kisses all along it until he got to your shoulders. You tilted your head to the side to give him more access while gripping his jaw and face, breathy moans flying from your mouth. 

  You had a feeling that Nick would take you right then and there, but the sound of his brother’s voice calling his name had him pulling away from his attack on your neck. You held your breath while Nick stood completely still, and after a few seconds of silence you both wondered if you had imagined it. 

  “Nick,” his brother called again. “Where are you?”

  Nick immediately stepped away from you and created a good amount of space. You hopped off the table and quickly grabbed a cup that was full of water from the paint and threw it on the floor. Nick looked at you in confusion for a second as you shoved an old towel in his hands. 

  “Nick,” Will opened the door and his brows furrowed at the sight. A puddle had formed where you dumped the water and you watched as his eyes flicked between you and Nick. “You missed dinner.”

  “I know, I’m sorry, I was just-”

  “I accidentally spilled water when we were cleaning up and Nick was just helping me,” you gestured to the towel in his hands and that’s when Nick had finally caught on. 

  Will looked between you and Nick a few times then finally down at the water. “I see that,” he said. “Just make sure it doesn’t ruin the floor.”

  After that he walked out, the door slamming closed behind him and you hear Nick let out a breath of relief. You looked up at him, a smile beginning to form on your lips as Nick dropped the towel onto the floor, letting it soak up the water. 

  “That was close,” 

  “Too close,” he said but the tone in his voice told you that he didn’t regret it. 

  The water was forgotten as Nick moved closer to you, his hand reaching up to caress the side of your face. Your fingers wrap around his wrist as you gaze up at him, waiting for any sign of confirmation that he wanted this as bad as you did.

  A few seconds pass before he strokes his thumb across your cheek bone. “No one can find out,” he said and your smile grows until it’s a full on grin. 

 “No one will,” you promise before leaning up on your toes to kiss him again. He kisses you back, though not with as much force as before, then pulls away to rest his forehead against yours. 

  “I’m so fucked,” he said and you laugh, grabbing the sides of his face and pulling him in for your third kiss of the night. 

-

It was the day of the color war and to say you weren’t excited would be an understatement. Running around with a bunch of kids and playing a game that labeled you as the inferior color was not something you felt like doing at all. 

  You hid behind a cabin as a few Sunnyvale kids ran around with the counselors. You glanced around the area, keeping an eye out for a specific one. 

  It had been a month since you and Nick kissed. A few days later he was officially your boyfriend, your secret boyfriend, actually, and you were his secret girlfriend. 

  You kept it low-key for two reasons, one being the fact that you’re from Shadyside and Nick is from Sunnyvale, and two being the fact that you’re a camper and Nick’s a counselor.

  Neither of you minded much, but it made seeing each other a lot harder.  

  As you hid, a smile formed on your face when your eyes caught sight of the brown haired boy you called your boyfriend (secretly, of course). He was participating, barely, but you knew that this was the last thing he wanted to do, as he had told you that the color war games were his least favorite activities. 

  You wait a few more seconds, ensuring no one would see you, before you lunge forward and wrap your hand around his wrist, pulling him so he was in the space between the two cabins. Nick’s hands immediately find your waist while yours rest on either side of his face. You share a brief, yet extremely intimate look, before Nick leans forward and closes the gap, pressing his lips to yours. 

  It was something you both had been deprived of for the last few days, both of you seemingly unable to find a good time to meet up. 

  It was clear that each other’s touch was what fueled your cravings for one another as Nick’s hands moved up to either side of your head, pressing into you and making your back hit the harsh exterior of the wooden cabin. It scratched against the bare skin peeking out of your grey tank top but you couldn’t care less. You missed your boyfriend too much to mind the few splinters you might have to pull out later. 

  “I missed you,” he muttered against your lips.

  “I missed you, too,” you say back and he presses his lips to yours once again. Your hands move to tug at his hair, raking your fingers through it before pulling. 

  He groans against your mouth before pulling away, his hands moving to grip your waist once more. “I can’t go that long without seeing you again,”

  It had only been just under six days since you had the opportunity to sneak off like this, but the truth was that you both had become obsessed with each other in the month you’ve been seeing each other. 

  So, naturally, you couldn’t help but nod your head in agreement. “I can’t, either,” you say quietly, aware that there may be campers lurking nearby. “I’ve wanted you for days now.”

  Nick’s ears perk up at that and he gives you a sly smirk, running his hands over the newly exposed skin due to him pulling up your top slightly. “Sexually?” His shyness had dissolved the last few weeks and he was completely content with being himself around you, hence the word that left his mouth. 

  You hadn’t gotten to the point of actually sleeping together yet, just heated make out sessions when you could, and to say you were hot for him was an understatement. 

  He had meant it as a joke so when you nodded and dropped one of your hands to the button of his pants, pressing your fingers to his clothed crotch, Nick’s breath hitched and he felt the blood rush down his body. “I want you so much,” you say and it fuels Nick’s libido to no end. 

  Gathering some self control, he pulls away slightly, his hands gripping your upper arms. “Are you sure?”

  “When are we going to get another chance like this one before summer ends?” You ask, resting your hands on his chest. “You know how much I’ve wanted you, since the day we met.”

  Nick looks around, making sure no one was around to witness a Shadysider and Sunnyvaler hooking up. “Not here,” 

   “Okay,” you reply immediately. “But it turns me on to think about someone catching you with your dick inside me-”

  Nick cuts you off by grabbing your hand and tugging you to his cabin. With Nick seemingly too far gone, you took it upon yourself to repeatedly glance around to avoid anyone seeing you. 

  To outsiders, it looked like Nick was beyond pissed off with you and was dragging you off somewhere to rip you a new one, but the angry look on his face was actually sexual frustration mixed with an undeniable want for the girl he was borderline in love with. 

  You made it to the cabin with no one around to see you, thankfully, and Nick quickly pushed you inside, locking the door behind him. You didn’t get the chance to explore his room before he pulled you over to his bed, gently pushing you down onto it. He hovered over you and pressed his lips to yours, his elbow moving to the left side of your face to hold himself up while his other hand wasted no time in groping your tank top covered chest. 

  You were right, when was there going to be another opportunity like this one? He couldn’t even bring himself to feel guilty that he was skipping out on his duties to bury himself in you, but how could he resist his sweet, horny girlfriend when he felt the exact same way she did? 

  Seeing as the time was extremely limited, he leaned back on his knees to rid himself of his red and white shirt. Your hands fumbled with your own flimsy top as you took it off and dropped it beside the messily made bed. 

Boys will be boys.

  Within seconds he was back on top of you, his lips kissing every newly exposed part of you he could. Even with the time limit, he couldn’t help but suck a rather large hickey on the top of your right breast, a place only you and him would be able to see it. 

  Your hands tangle in his hair as his fingers unzip your shorts and slide them off your legs, adding them to the growing pile of clothing on the floor. He would take his time and appreciate your body like he knew it deserved, but he couldn’t risk someone walking in and ruining the rare chance he had to see you like this. 

  He’d have to worship your body another time.

  Instead, he murmured a praise against your neck, “Fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful,” 

  His words went straight to your core and you moaned, your hands gripping his biceps as he slipped your underwear off. 

  “Are you sure?” He asks once again. He was painfully hard and might actually break something if you were to back out, but he would allow you that choice no matter what. 

  Thankfully, though, you just nodded. 

  “I’m sure, Nick,” you say and caress the sides of his face, bringing it down to yours. “I love you.”

  The words caught him off guard and he pulled back to look over your entire face, searching for any sign that you could just be saying that to deepen the moment. He didn’t think anyone could fall in love with someone in a month, but here he was. When he laid in this very bed, by himself, he found himself wanting nothing more than to have you in his arms. When he sat with the rest of the kids from Sunnyvale, his heart ached whenever he saw you sitting with the glum and broody people that so didn’t deserve to have you next to them. He found himself falling completely in love with you with no way to stop it.

  “I love you,” he said back once he saw no trace of insincerity on your face, just love, and lust, but mainly love. You leaned up and kissed him while he unzipped his pants, not bothering to pull them down past the point where he could relieve himself of the tight fabric. 

  Once he was free, he lined himself up with your entrance, his free hand coming up to brush away the few fallen strands of hair that covered your eyes. With a final kiss pressed to your lips, he enters you, both of you releasing a breathy moan. 

  You were, by far, the tightest girl Nick had ever been with, not that he had a long list of past relationships, and not that he would ever dare to compare you to anyone. You were so much more than the girls in his past, so much better in every way. The immediate attraction between the two of you was obvious and had you both developing feelings faster than expected. 

  As for you, you had no problem comparing Nick to the scumbags you’d let touch you in your past relationships. They weren’t small in any sense, but Nick was no doubt bigger in the best possible ways. He had a hell of a bigger heart than your previous lovers, a better and brighter personality and he definitely didn’t disappoint in the size category. In fact, you were sure Nick was stretching you out so much that you feared for a second that he’d break you, not that you’d complain.

  Nick stilled inside you for a brief second, letting you get familiar with his size, before he pulled out half way. He slipped himself back in at a pace that had your eyes rolling to the back of your skull, your hands gripping his shoulders with everything you had.

   There was no doubt in your mind that if you were to be spoiled with this a few more times down the road of your relationship, he would ruin you for other guys. He’d get you so fucked up for him that you wouldn’t dream of anyone else getting you off, and not in the way he could. Not that you’d ever want to have anyone else like this after Nick. You were down bad and you couldn’t bring yourself to care about the consequences that would no doubt come with dating the golden boy from Sunnyvale. 

  Nick, however, was sick of the unwanted title. He was tired of trying to live up to it and be the guy who could do no wrong, and maybe that’s what made this moment so surreal to him. Nick Goode, future Police Chief, currently burying himself to the brim in a shadysider when he should be participating in the degrading color game going on outside.

  But, as Nick sets a steady rhythm, he knew he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else than with the girl he loved. 

  It felt as if he was saying a massive fuck you to all the people who looked up to him for things he really didn’t want to be part of. 

  Your legs eventually wrapped around his waist that was still covered by his pants, tightening when he delivered a particularly rough thrust into you. Your chests were pressed completely together with no space in between and Nick leaned down to suck another love bite onto your shoulder. It would be visible if you wore the tank top currently on the floor, so you’d have to remember to switch to a t-shirt after this to hide it. Nick couldn’t help but mark you as his, making you purple in spots that could be visible to everyone with a slip of your shirt. It was the only way he could show that you were taken and that no one had any business trying to get with you when it was him that got to see you like this. 

  You tried your best to quiet your moans, your whimpers being the only sound in the room. Nick had his face pressed to your neck, his low groans being lost to your skin. You knew you had to be quiet, for the sake of your relationship, but you felt the urge to make him feel as good as he possibly could. 

  So, you gently pressed against him and flipped him around so his head was against the single pillow with you now situated on top of him. Nick’s hands found your waist while yours rested on his chest, your nails lightly digging into his clear and spotless skin when you began to move your hips. 

  Your plan to get him to be loud seemed to work as he now had nothing to hide his face in so his moans sounded through the empty room. Satisfied, you lift your hips and drop back down onto him, feeling him stretch even deeper into you. You let out a loud moan at the feeling, surprised you were able to take all of him, let alone take him to the deepest part of you. 

  One of Nick’s hands left your hips to wrap around one of your wrists, his lips pressing kisses to your forearm. “Fuck,” you whimper at the feeling of him inside you and the kisses he was placing on you. How was this boy even real? And how did you manage to have him all to yourself?

  Nick must’ve been thinking similar thoughts as he let go of your hand, allowing it to grip his shoulder while his thumb moved up to pull at your lower lip. “Fuck, you’re so fucking hot,” he muttered, watching the way you nearly squealed in ecstasy when he lifted his hips to fuck into you. “God, look at you. So pretty.”

  His words of praise sent heat waves down your body and you let your head fall back, throaty groans leaving you as your pace picked up. Testing something new, Nick dropped his thumb from your lip and wrapped his fingers around your throat, applying the faintest amount of pressure. 

  Your eyes widen at the new feeling and your hips rocked even faster, moans freely leaving your mouth. It was clear that neither of you cared about your increasing volume at this point. In fact, Nick was sure he wouldn’t mind someone coming in to see you on top of him, riding him until you both had nothing left to give. 

  That would really demolish the golden boy status and Nick felt like coming at the thought of you helping him ruin his unwanted reputation. You and him, proving to everyone that he wasn’t what they thought, not in the slightest. If he was what they wanted him to be, he wouldn’t be currently getting fucked by someone considered inferior to him, even though he knew you were better than those people could ever be. You actually saw him for who he was. You knew him and that was all that mattered. All he needed was his sweet and incredibly hot girlfriend to feel like he was truly himself. You were what was missing in his life up to the point of him meeting you, he was sure. 

  The thought of you, the only girl he’s ever let himself love, tainting his reputation beyond repair had him moaning loudly, his hand falling from your throat to grab your waist once again. 

  He couldn’t believe how lucky he had gotten with you. Not only did he find someone who didn’t give a shit about who he was supposed to be, but he found someone who helped bring out the real him. He was in love with you. 

  Nick felt like he was on cloud nine and he had no problem with never coming down. If this was the way you made him feel, he knew he wanted you forever. 

  “You’re taking me so well,” he groaned, sitting up with one hand behind him, holding him up. His other hand stayed on your waist, assisting you in bouncing yourself on him. You straddled him, your hands coming up to grip the sides of his face while your chest brushed his with every bounce of your body. One of the straps of your bra fell off your shoulder, exposing your chest to him even more and his hand moved up to tug the strap down your arm, fully exposing your full chest to him, despite your other bra strap still hugging your shoulder. “Fuck, you’re so hot. You look so pretty riding me, so pretty stuffing yourself with me. I love you.”

  “I love you,” you could only whisper back, your throat beginning to become sore from your increasingly loud moans mixed with the faint fingerprints that littered your neck. “I want this forever, want you forever. Fuck, you feel so good.”

  It was as if you had read his exact thoughts and it had him breaking out in a large grin, kissing you quickly. “You’re mine, now,” he said, kissing your collarbone while the hand that wasn't gripping your waist came up to tug and pinch your nipple. “Mine forever.”

  At this promise, you sped up the movements of your hips, fucking onto him with the last remaining energy you had. You felt yourself getting closer to the point of no return and you wanted nothing more than to let go around him. 

  Your hips began to shake beyond your control, and Nick stepped in to help keep the pace going by fucking up into you. “I’m close,” you mumbled against his lips, your eyes tearing up from how good you felt at that moment. “You’re so big, so deep. I’ve never felt this full before.”

  Nick groaned at your praises, sloppily kissing your neck to prolong the inevitable. 

  The things you’ve said are completely new. You’ve never cared enough about your past relationships to feel the need to praise them in any way you could, but Nick was just too good at this to not be showered with them. The physical and emotional connection you felt with him ran so much deeper than both of you probably realized. 

  “Yeah?” He asked against your skin, his fingers no doubt creating bruises on your hips. “You should come for me, then.”

  The way he said it both desperately and nonchalantly at the same time had your mouth opening while moans flew from it, your grip on his hair and shoulders becoming increasingly tight as you felt yourself explode around him. 

  You completely lost yourself, continuing to lazily bounce on Nick as he groaned against you. “Come in me,” you whimpered against his lips. Nick’s eyes widened at your request and he’s never felt more turned on than he did in that moment. “Paint me as yours, please, I want it so bad.”

  Your pleas and the overall tightness from you had Nick reaching his climax, too, bucking up into you and painting your walls like you desperately asked him to. You whimpered at the feeling, this being the first time you ever allowed anyone to finish inside you, while Nicked moaned loudly, filling you with everything he had left to offer. 

  When he finished, the movement of your hips finally halted, your forehead resting against his as you both tried to catch your breath.

  As you held each other, Nick once again questioned how in the hell he got so lucky. You were the first girl he ever got the pleasure of climaxing in and the thought that it could very well end in a pregnancy made his heart race. He made a mental note that one day, he’d put a baby in you. His baby. Something that only the two of you can share, that only belonged to you and him, but that’s a conversation for another time. 

  Both yours and Nick’s skin was sweaty, and his hair was messy and all over the place, a dead giveaway for what you had just done. You laughed to yourself as your hands came up to flatten out the messy strands, placing a final kiss to his forehead when you finished. 

  Nick’s breathing was staggered and uneven and he allowed himself to fall back onto the pillow, bringing you down with him.

  You laughed then immediately let out a quiet moan at the feeling of him still inside you, your body beginning to feel sensitive the longer he stayed buried in you. You knew you’d have to release him eventually, but you both knew that meant you then had to separate and possibly spend days apart, so you kept him inside you for as long as you could. 

  With your chest pressed to his, you slid your arms up and under his pillow, creating a crevice for his head to rest in. You smiled at the satisfied look on his face and pecked his chin before resting your head on his shoulder. “You look so hot,” you murmured, your skin forming goosebumps when his fingers began to run up and down your back. 

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah,” you say quietly, bringing one of your hands down to run your fingers across his chest. “Just like this. So content and fucked out.”

  Nick smirked, his arms wrapping around your form and his lips pressing to your head. “It’s because of you,”

  You hummed, tilting your head up and allowing him to connect your lips. This kiss was long and sweet, no indication of it starting anything else. The best kind of kisses, in your opinion. 

  You pulled away and put your head on his chest, the faint sound of his heartbeat calming you. “We should get dressed soon,” Nick said, even though he really didn’t want to. But, he was a counselor after all and he had to make up for the lost time. 

  He didn’t regret this in the slightest, though. He’d much rather lay here with you than go back outside and pretend to be something he was so far from. 

  “I know,” you mumble, pressing one final and quick kiss to his lips before sitting up.

  You finally allowed him to slip out of you, both of you wincing at the feeling, and stood up, redressing your lower half. You fixed your bra while Nick zipped his pants back up and threw his shirt back on. 

  With a glance at your reflection in the mirror on top of the dresser, your eyes widen at the purple mark on your shoulder. “Nick!”

  At your loud call of his name, Nick quickly stood up and looked around for any sign of a possible threat before he realised there was none. “What?”

  You turned to face him and pointed at the mark, watching as a smirk forms on his lips. 

  “Oh,” he says and walks over to you. 

  “People are going to see that when I put my shirt back on,” you whined, referring to the little coverage your tank top did for your shoulders. 

  “I’m sorry, baby, but I just couldn’t help myself. I need to show you’re taken somehow,”

  You rolled your eyes as he gently pushed you to the side, opening the top drawer of the dresser. He grabbed one of his shirts and held it out to you. 

  You raised your brows, eyes on the piece of fabric. “I can’t wear your shirt,” you say. “People will know it’s not mine, and your brother will know it’s yours if he were to see me in it.”

  “If anyone asks,” Nick starts, taking it upon himself to slip the shirt over your head. “Just say yours got ruined during the game and I offered you one of mine.” 

  With a weary glance at your boyfriend, you adjusted the shirt that fell to your mid thigh. You tucked the front of it into your shorts as Nick’s hands found their home on either side of your face.

  “It will be fine,” he says and kisses your forehead. “I promise. Nothing bad will happen to you when I’m around.”

  You nod and step forward, wrapping your arms around his middle while his wrap around your shoulders. You share a final hug, knowing that it’d be a while before you would be able to be back in his arms, something that both of you hated but had to cooperate with nonetheless. 

  One day you’d be with him everyday, living with him and just being with him in every sense possible. He’d make sure of it.

-

Nick/Ted’s “because I’m a counselor” has been permanently burned into my mind. It’s just so effortlessly hot 

#fear street #fear street imagines #fear street x reader #nick goode #nick goode x reader #nick goode imagines #nick goode smut #nick goode fluff #fluff #smut #ted sutherland #ted sutherland x reader #ted sutherland imagines #fear street 1978 #fear street 1978 imagines #nick goode 1978 #nick goode 1978 imagines #nick goode 1978 x reader

[phefics]

a wand & a rabbit

ship: simon kalivoda x afab!reader summary: based on this prompt, sort of a sequel to this fic but you don't have to read the first part to understand this one!! includes: afab!reader, gn!reader (no pronouns/gendered petnames), vibrator usage (internal/external), established relationship, love confessions word count: 1.3k

You and Simon had been together for a few months, but your sex lives hadn’t advanced much alongside your romantic feelings for one another.

You had sex that night at the school, when you were convinced that you would both die before sunrise, and you had been each other’s first times. After that, you had messed around a bit, sucking his cock and him burying his fingers deep inside your pussy, but it had been pretty…vanilla, for lack of a kinder word.

Simon had a sexual sense of humor, and had often made quips about being into things more than just fucking. He liked when you playfully bullied him, and when you tugged at his hair while he went down on you. But whenever the mood struck, he seemed to get a one-track-mind, wanting nothing more than to chase your pleasure, as well as his own.

It was good sex, but it left a bit more to be desired, questions to be answered.

So, you were on a date with him at the mall when you wandered into Spencer’s Gifts and found yourself browsing the section in the back, a wall full of sex toys from floor to ceiling.

Simon slung an arm over your shoulders and chuckled. “See anything you like, sweetheart?” he asked.

You couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, so you answered honestly. “I’ve never had a vibrator before,” you said. “Maybe I’ll get one.”

Simon’s playful smile seemed to morph to a more mischievous grin at your words, his blue eyes scanning the wall with a newfound sense of curiosity. “Really? What kind?”

Your own eyes followed his, looking over the expanse of available toys. Your gaze lands on a pink box with promises of pleasure written across it, the toy equipped with a part for insertion as well as a part for clitoral stimulation, and you reached out to grab it.

"That one?" he asked. He took the box from you without waiting for an answer, reading over the various text. "Seems like fun."

You nodded, going to snatch it back from him, but he easily evaded your hands and made a beeline for the counter, clearly determined to pay for it despite his less-than-ideal financial situation.

You jogged behind him, earning a disapproving glance from a worker, and called after him. "Simon, don't you dare—"

It was too late. The box was already plopped down on the counter, his wallet pulled out of his pocket.

You gave him a glare, and he grinned back.

***

When you got back to your house, Simon wasted no time. He ripped open the box, sitting at the edge of your bed.

"We have to wait for it to charge," he all but whined, fiddling with the button to no avail.

"I guess we'll have to keep busy while it does," you replied.

His cheeks flushed as he fumbled with the charger, trying to figure out where and how to plug the damn thing in, and your comment certainly didn't help his sense of urgency.

You giggled at him when he finally figured it out, taking a sarcastic bow before he all but pounced onto the bed, hands reaching for your hips.

Your lips met, noses bumping slightly, and he made clumsy work of your pants, trying to tug them down your thighs without breaking the kiss, which went about as well as you'd expect.

He finally broke away, chuckling, pulling your pants and underwear off, his eyes locked on your pussy, already wet at the idea of him using that toy on you.

"Fuck," he groaned, his cock evidently hard in his jeans. "That thing better charge fast, or I'll sue the whole company."

You laughed, reaching to pull him into another kiss, and he obliged, his hands holding your thighs. He pulled them apart gently, rubbing your skin before using one hand to cup your pussy, sliding a single finger inside of you.

"That toy looks kinda thick, baby. Gotta make sure you're ready for it."

You nodded, letting out a soft moan as he entered you.

He fingered you gently, adding one more finger. It was just enough to stretch you, to get you worked up and wanting, but no faster than that. He was clearly just building up to that toy, teasing.

You whined in protest, asked him to add another finger, asked him to go faster, harder, but he didn't. He just kept a slow, methodical pace that made you want to cry.

After what felt like an hour, although it had probably been closer to thirty minutes, Simon decided to see if the toy was ready for use. He clicked the little button and his eyes went wide as the thing began to vibrate with more power than he'd expected, looking at you with a wicked smile.

"You ready, baby?" he asked.

You nodded, butterflies in your stomach.

He turned it off again, lining it up with your hole. "I'll do it slow, okay? Lemme know if it's too much."

"I will," you promised, not bothering to conceal the desperation in your voice.

He pushed it inside, slow like he'd said, and you whined as it began to fill you up. It was girthier than Simon's cock, but significantally shorter. You felt the little silicone nubs at the top nudge against your clit, and although there was no vibration, the sudden sensation made you buck your hips up, seeking that stimulation.

"Does that feel alright?" he asked.

"Yes, feels good," you replied. "Can you turn it on now?"

"If you don't like it, tell me. It seems kinda strong."

"I promise I will, just turn it on!" you whimpered, feeling truly desperate as the toy sat still inside of you.

Simon leaned forward to peck your lips, and while you were distracted by the kiss, he turned it on.

You gasped, your back arching as the vibration coursed through you, against your clit as well as inside you, and you couldn't help the moan that burst from your lips.

Thank god no one else was home.

"Oh my god," you said. "Fuck, it's so—fuck!"

"Is that a good thing?" Simon asked, his expression torn somewhere between worry and arousal.

"So good. It's so good, oh my god," you cried, your body squirming with the intensity. "Kiss me again, please."

He did as you asked, holding your hips steady as they bucked desperately into the toy.

It was like nothing you'd ever felt before. You had touched yourself, been touched, but nothing could have prepared your for this. It was indescribable, how amazing it felt.

It didn't take long until you could feel your orgasm approaching, and you grabbed at Simon's blond hair, tugging on it roughly. He gave a little moan of his own.

"You gonna cum?" he asked.

You nodded, a pleasured sob leaving your lips.

"Good. Cum for me, baby."

And you did, head tipped back, legs shaking.

Immediately, the toy began to feel overstimulating, more sensitive after your orgasm, and you shook your head, trying to form words. "Out," was all you managed to say, but Simon understood and shut the toy off before slowly pulling it out of you, his eyes locked on how wet the silicone had gotten.

"You alright?" he asked.

You took a few deep breaths, nodding. "I'm okay. That was just...Wow. It's fucking strong."

"I can tell," he giggled. "Did you like it, though?"

"I loved it."

"And I love you," Simon said, without thinking, and then went red at his admission. He hadn't said that yet. Before, when you were just friends, you had platonically said that you loved each other, but ever since the night you fucked, the phrase had felt entirely different to say. "Shit, I'm sorry, I should have picked a better time to say that."

"No, no, it's okay," you said, smiling. "I love you too."

Simon grinned. "How about we get you cleaned up, then we can go back to the sappy talk, hm?"

"Sounds like a plan."

#simon kalivoda x reader #simon kalivoda #simon kalivoda smut #simon kalivoda x you #simon kalivoda x y/n #fear street imagine #fear street 1994 #fear street trilogy #fear street #fear street fic #simon kalivoda fic #ophelia's fics

[pythonees]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ SPICY ALPHABET — tommy slater

WARNINGS: 18+, lightly implied chubby/soft bodied!reader, general smut that comes with nsfw alphabets

A/N: i want y'all to know that this doc was created in 2021 and I have rediscovered it today and finished it while trying to fix my bg3 mods to play multiplayer.

A is for AFTERCARE — what they’re like after sex

➥ very very VERY affectionate guy

➥ would definitely take the time to clean you up and make sure you were okay afterwards

➥ there isn’t too much he can do at the camp, but he always makes you feel loved and cared for after

➥ has a stash of your favourite snacks and drinks for whenever your over

B is for BODYPART — favorite body part of theirs + their partner’s

➥ thigh/ass/hips/waist guy for sure, likes the give of your flesh wherever he's holding onto you as he's fucking you

➥ isn’t into overtly sexual pda, but is prone to let his hands wander to your ass if you guys are making out and away from prying eyes

➥ you'd mentioned before that you liked how strong his arms are, throwing the kids around in the water, so if he had to pick anything on himself it’d be his arms

C is for CUM — anything to do with cum

➥ if you’re on birth control, I can totally see Tommy getting off on being able to cum inside you, he barely needs to wait before he's hard again, stuffing his fingers in you to mix his cum with your arousal, living off of the sounds that come for your mouth and your cunt

➥ if he can’t cum in you he's fine with whatever you want

D is for DIRTY SECRET — pretty self explanatory

➥ he's seen the way you've taken charge while your going about you tasks around camp, and finds himself wanting to be bossed around by you in bed

E is for EXPERIENCE — how experienced are they?

➥ not much before you came along

➥ doesn't like anything casual, so anything he knows comes from girlfriends, what he hears in the locker rooms, or from a naughty magazine he has hidden in his room

F is for FAVOURITE POSITION — this goes without saying

➥ really likes seeing your face and/or being as close as physically possible

➥ if you're flexible be ready to be bent basically in half if your on your back, legs thrown over his shoulders as he bends down to kiss you

G is for GOOFY — are they serious in the moment? humorous? etc.

➥ if it’s the first time you two are together you can bet your top dollar that he would be super serious, wanting to make sure you were enjoying it just as much as he was

➥ probably only humorous if you guys knock something over or something like that, laughing at the mess you guys are making before going back to it.

➥ overall probably more on the serious end than the goofy end

H is for HAIR — how well groomed are they? etc.

➥ well, considering the time, hair on either of you probably wouldn't be that big of a deal, so if you do or don't shave, he has no problem with either

➥ I feel like he wouldn't like shaving because the regrowth would be too irritating, but if you have an issue with a full on push he will trim it as low as he can

I is for INTIMACY — how are they during the moment?

➥ very intimate, loves being close to you in whatever way he can, holding your hand and trailing kisses all over your body

➥ there is no way to misinterpret his affections for you during your day to day life, but having sex with him really drives it home

➥ you are his world and he will make sure you know it wherever and whenever

J is for JACK OFF — masturbation headcanon

➥ doesn't really have that much of a high sex drive, until he's in a relationship and after you've been intimate

➥ know how it is to be that close to you means it takes very little to turn him on when you cross his mind, and it doesn't even have to be sexual, it just ends up with him with his hands down his pants if he's alone

K is for KINK — one or more of their kinks

➥ he doesn't like doing anything sexual in public, but really gets off to you having to be quite if someone is close enough to hear you

➥ absolutely loves the sounds muffled by your pillow or hand

➥ if it's his hand over your mouth it's even better, being able to feel your shaky exhales on his skin, the vibrations of your moans, it's got him shoving his face in your neck or pressing your lips together to stifle his own sounds

L is for LOCATION — favorite places to do the do

➥ anywhere behind closed doors is good enough for him

➥ the less likely someone is able to walk in on the two of you the better, he doesn't want anyone ruining the moment or, most importantly, making you uncomfortable in any way

M is for MOTIVATION — what turns them on

➥ he is easily conditioned by you, so if you do the same thing before sucking him off (putting your hair back in some way) or calling him a pet name usually saved for more intimate moments to try to get a rise out of him, it will turn him on faster than he thought possible

N is for NO — something they wouldn’t do, turn offs

➥ he isn't too big on causing you pain, so spankings or choking are probably off the table

➥ i don't see him being a fan of anal

➥ probably against having another person joining you guys as well

O is for ORAL — preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.

➥ isn't very picky or selfish so he doesn't have a preference, enjoys both equally

➥ if he hasn't gone down on any of his partners he won't really know what to do, but knows enough in theory that he would only need a little guidance from you for what you specifically like

P is for PACE — are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.

➥ can go either way but he prefers slow and sensual

➥ he's very intimate and loves being as close to you as possible, which you can't really do with fast and rough

➥ won't deny you if you want to change things up, and is fully capable of pounding you until you're a sobbing mess if that's what you want

Q is for QUICKIE — their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.

➥ at the camp it's typically quickies if your nighttime schedules don't match up

➥ lunch sometimes ends up being skipped in favour of a few precious moment spent together

➥ don't worry though, he'll sneak into the kitchen to grab you both something quick to eat to make up for it

R is for RISK — are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.

➥ is generally down to try anything you ask

➥ he found out he likes hearing you desperately trying to stifle you sounds from fucking you a room over from other camp councillors, so yeah, he's not down to try something out at least once, expecially after finding that out

S is for STAMINA — how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?

➥ can go for quite a while

➥ he's typically big on foreplay, so you'll have probably cum before he's even been inside you

➥ depending on how long you've been apart from each other sexually will depend on how long he can last

T is for TOYS — do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?

➥ he definitely won't own any, but won't really care if you use one when you're apart

➥ I don't think he'd be all that big on using them together, but I also think you could change his mind, since he'd give it a try if you asked

Would probably only like using a vibrator on you to edge you, holding it to your clit while he sits inside you, feeling your walls spasm around him

U is for UNFAIR — how much they like to tease

➥ while I do believe Tommy is a tease, I don’t think it would be something he could fully commit to

➥ he’d make little comments here and there to get you flustered, but any teasing to prolong foreplay would be very quickly abandoned the second you plead for him to do something

V is for VOLUME — how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.

➥ probably not loud, but will make quite a bit of noise

➥ cursing whenever you clench around him, heavy pants that turn into desperate moans and groans as he gets closer to the edge

➥ his moans will probably get caught in his throat as he cums

W is for WILD CARD — a random headcanon for the character

➥ when you two had first gotten intimate, he had eaten you out, laying down on his stomach and rutting into the bed

➥ he didn't even notice he had cum until you had rolled him over to return the favour

➥ despite his initial embarrassment, the sight of you sucking him into full hardness, cleaning up the mess he made with your tongue is probably one of the hottest things he's ever seen

X is for X-RAY — let’s see what’s going on under those clothes

➥ average length but kinda thick, the head larger than you'd expect

➥ it's the perfect stretch, and even when you tease him by only taking the tip, it's big enough to get caught on the rim of your opening if you take him too deep while you roll your hips

Y is for YEARNING — how high is their sex drive?

➥ high when you guys get together

➥ loves being close to you, and the feeling off your body against his, even if it's not sexual, will get him aroused one way or another

➥ if you have to spend some time away from each other for whatever reason he will be so desperate for you it's not even funny, it's almost like he's a virgin seeing a naked woman for the first time

➥ bricked the fuck up until he can touch you again (those reunions tend to last a while and you can bet the first round will be desperate and rough)

Z is for ZZZ — how quickly they fall asleep afterwards

➥ if it's at night in the safety of one of your cabins, the second you're taken care of and you two are wrapped up in eachother, he's out like a light

➥ I feel like he's used to being busy right until he's going to sleep, so he's able to fall asleep with no effort at all

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