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perditious · 8 months
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a friend from back when i couldn’t differentiate between ppl who liked to be the recipients of my undiluted affection and ppl who liked me as a like. human beeeeing used to call this mood ‘c throws all her toys out the pram’ and while she was correct i’ve been wondering idly for years now if she ever like. liked anything about me as a person.
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kissitbttr · 4 months
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flashing simon your titties in the middle of an argument
it’s the fourth time this week and he’s pretty much getting sick of your attitude.
whether it’s about the messy drawers, forgotten keys, not getting your fresh strawberries from the market and now, it’s about the new female recruit that seems to be enjoying flirting with your boyfriend and him not doing anything about it. of course you’re pissed! you’re allowed to.
“sweetheart” simon huffs out a sigh of annoyance, rubbing his hands all over his tired face. “for the fifth time… i wasn’t flirting with her”
a scoff escape your mouth. cocking one eyebrow while your arms are crossed over your chest. “i didn’t say you were. i said that bitch had her hands all over you and you didn’t do anything! she was batting her fake ass lashes at you too. jesus, her ass should got beat for that”
the sight of you getting pretty heated almost turned him on. almost. sure, you’re hot when you’re angry and usually he’d fuck you dumb to get that out of your system but this time? he’s far too exhausted.
“fuckin’ hell” he shakes his head in disbelief. “you know that’s not what happened. we were just talking.”
“i know what i saw-“
“don’t give me that!” simon exclaims, pointing his finger at you as he watches you give him a look of ‘oh you did not just do that’. “we were basically just talking, she was the new recruit. asking me about pointers.. and it was at the gala! what did you expect me to do?!”
you shrug casually, leaning against the kitchen counter. “poke her eyes with a fork”
“my god-“ he has to cut himself off before releasing a heavy sigh. eyes shutting briefly, head tilts to the back as he silently prays to whoever up there to give him enough strength to deal with you. “that would be illegal.”
“for you, maybe. i’d do it if you weren’t in my way.”
“that’s crazy” he answers, earning a look from you. “i didn’t say you are crazy! christ, woman!”
rolling your eyes, you huff. maybe you are overreacting but the thing is? you don’t want him to win. because in your head, you’re always right.
“so, what? you’re just going to let other female recruits feel you up too, huh? grab your biceps, twirl their hair when they look at you or maybe hey! you’d let them grab your dick too.”
“you’re unbelievable”
“me?! you are—“
“no! okay, you know what?! doll, i love you... i do so please never doubt me, yeah? but you can’t keep doing this, alright?! it’s not healthy! and if you—w-wait, what are you doing? wha-“
you lift your shirt up to flash him your naked breasts so he can shut up. and it worked. obviously. now, his eyes aren’t even looking at you but at his second favorite thing—after you— your lips stretch into a smirk when you see him freeze. jaw hanging open slightly.
“a-and you c-can’t” he gulps, becoming a stuttering mess as he struggles to maintain an eye contact. “c-can’t—like—just—fuck! this is unfair! what was i saying?!”
oh yeah, now you’re taking the W
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did this once with my ex and got fucked lol
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gyucheolslut · 6 months
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2:14 AM • KMG
lowercase intended.
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cw: somnophilia (consensual), established relationship, fingering, unprotected sex (don’t be stupid), creampie!! yum!! multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, nervous gyu, whiny desperate gyu & f!reader.. they both want to please each other so bad :( neck holding? it’s kind of implied that reader is smaller than gyu, his shirt is big on her and falls off her shoulders.. .. pet names such as baby, sweetheart, pretty girl… maybe more.. i don’t know.. i got carried away
word count: 1.7k~
not proof read!!
a/n: hi!! i’m eve~ this is my first time writing smut and i’m using it as a way to get back into writing! im super excited! i haven’t written in like.. 2 years.. so be nice to me.. :[ i hope you enjoy :]
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mingyu couldn’t help himself. while you usually don’t move much in your sleep, especially within his tight grip.. tonight was different.
you wouldn’t stop moving..
at first, it wasn’t that big of a deal, with you occasionally shifting in his arms.. but it started to become an issue when your ass kept pressing into him, stirring up his mind and now painfully hard cock.
small soft whimpers and whines would occasionally sneak past your lips, making it more difficult for his mind to focus on anything other than fucking you in to the mattress..
while mingyu knew you weren’t doing it on purpose.. he could tell you were actually asleep.. the movement of your hips almost seemed too calculated. are you dreaming of him?
as if on cue, he was torn from his thoughts by a broken whine of his name.. “gyu..” it almost sounded painful. desperate. you needed him, he decided. he had to help you.
with shaky hands, mingyu found himself messing with the band of your underwear underneath your his shirt. why was he so nervous?
you had discussed your sexual limits and interests early on in your relationship.. and you’ve woken him up many times to some fantastic morning head.. so why was he so nervous?
mingyu sat there, contemplating for a moment before he whispered a small “fuck it..” under his breath, one of his big hands finding its way into your underwear.
using his middle finger, he pressed it between your folds finding your clit with ease.. groaning quietly into your hair as he can feel how warm and wet you’ve become. you were definitely dreaming about him.
with a skilled digit, mingyu circled your clit. feeling your head fall back into his shoulder, he peered down at you. the moonlight from the window illuminated your face, allowing him to watch the tension in your forehead release and your lips part in satisfaction.
he dipped his finger a little lower, teasing your entrance for just a second.. adding his pointer finger as he pressed them into you. you were always so reactive, so sensitive. your back arching off of his chest slightly.
using the arm that was underneath you, he adjusted himself to pull you back against him. pumping his fingers into you skillfully, curling them every few thrusts.
your breathing became heavy and a little unsteady, body wriggling against his from pleasure. mingyu hums softly, placing wet kisses along the side of your face, lips stopping at your ear to whisper a gentle “s’okay baby.. i’ve got you” as he increased the pace of his fingers.
as the tension in your belly began to build, your eyes fluttered open.. a hand reaching to grip his forearm. “fuck..” you whined, pressing your hips down to meet his movements.
mingyu smiled against your ear.. “there she is..” he muttered, shifting himself even closer to you as he became more brutal with his pace now that you were awake.
your grip on his forearm tightened, mirroring the band of fire stretching in your lower abdomen, signaling your impending climax.
clasping your fingers around his wrist that was setting an unrelenting pace on your dripping core, your mouth drops into an o shape, a high pitched gasp escaping before silence took over for a moment..
the only noise to be heard was mingyu’s quickened breath and your squelching pussy that was gripping his fingers even tighter than you were his wrist.
as you broke the silence with a anguished whine, mingyu wouldn’t let up. he couldn’t. he wanted more. he wanted to make you cum.. again and again.. and again.
“gyu, please.. i need more. i need you.. i need you to feel good.” you begged, turning to the best of your ability to look at him with teary eyes.
really..he felt great. watching you cum because of him was all he need. but he understood. you needed him. you wanted him.
mingyu searched your eyes, slowing down his movements before coming to a complete stop and pulling his fingers out.
despite asking him for more, you couldn’t help but whimper the loss of contact.. your hole clenching around nothing as it was desperate for more. for mingyu.
moving lazily, but skillfully.. mingyu pushes your underwear down, feeling you kick it off of your ankles beneath the blanket before following, pushing his boxers down and kicking them off the edge of the bed.
he quickly grabs your waist, needing to feel the heat of your skin. keeping you on your side, back pressed to his chest.. mingyu grabs your thigh, pulling it up and over his hip. you locked your foot behind his knee in a weak attempt to keep yourself grounded.
leaving open mouthed kisses along your neck, mingyu began to drag his tip through your drooling folds. sucking a breath in between his teeth, resulting in a quiet, hiss like noise that went straight to your core.
whining in impatient anticipation, you pushed your hips back against him, gasping when his tip bumped your clit.
mingyu felt hot. he felt like he was burning… that feeling worsening as he felt your warm, sopping cunt engulf him.. taking inch by inch of his painfully hard cock.. like it was made for him. molded for him.
a broken mewl escapes his throat, a hand sprawled against your thigh that was propped over his own. he speaks softly in your ear, voice laced with need.
“there ya go baby..” he exhales.. “shh.. s’okay, you’re taking me so well.. god.. you’re so warm sweetheart..” he practically coos, allowing you to adjust to his size. you’ll never get used to it.
when you started moving your own hips against him, he knew you were ready, hand dragging up your body to rest heavily against your throat.
pressing into you, the arm that was underneath your body adjusts to not only stop it from falling asleep, but to grip and paw at your closest breast.. underneath the fabric of the shirt you were still wearing.
the shirt has fallen off one of your shoulders, it’s bunched up around your waist. it’s pointless for it to be there, but neither of you care to remove it.
the room is filled with heavy, hot breaths and the pornographic sound of skin slapping as he repeatedly makes contact with your ass.
you’re dripping around him.. your thighs, his thighs, covered..so much skin is glistening with your arousal.
it’s loud, the squelching of your heat that is sucking him in so greedily.. your moans, whines and whimpers. his groans, grunts and mirroring whines.
“oh.. my pretty girl.. is that better? does my baby feel better? you needed me so bad” he starts, voice laced with an almost condescending hum “practically begging for me in your sleep”
you moaned out a broken sound that was more of a “ngh” than a reply, eyes fluttering closed as you were unable to keep them open any longer. you felt so good, too good.
gripping the forearm of the hand that laid against your neck, you felt yourself becoming dangerously close.. parting your lips to speak, to warn mingyu.. but nothing was coming out but breathy gasps..
mingyu’s pace is almost inhumane, his mind is clouded with the want and need for both of you to cum. hips snapping into yours as he chases both of your climaxes.
he takes note of your attempts to speak, hand snaking down for his fingers to find and circle your clit, your body reacting strongly to the added pressure. it’s almost too much.
“i know baby.. fuck.. are you gonna cum? hm?” he hums, kissing your exposed shoulder. “gonna cum for me pretty girl? gonna let me fill you up?” his tone is desperate, so desperate.. so whiny and overwhelmed. it’s only adding fuel to the fire that is erupting throughout your entire body.
pace unrelenting but becoming unsteady as he approaches his high, mingyu uses his pointer and middle finger to rub your clit until you’re practically exploding around him. a strangled moan echos in the room with the sinister sound of him fucking you so good as you reach back to grip his hip, back arching against his toned chest.
you see white as you cum, jaw dropping in a silent scream, fingers digging into the skin of his hip/ass. drool trickling down the side of your cheek, mixing with your tears that started to flow. you felt so good. so incredibly good.
mingyu whines, gripping your hip as he continues to pound your tightening, pulsating pussy.. mumbling praises as he closes in on his own high.
his bruising grip gets even tighter on your hip as he presses himself flush against your ass and body, painting your insides with hot, thick ropes of white.
hips stuttering against yours as he whimpers into your neck and shoulder, thrusting a few more times, riding out his high and pushing his cum even deeper into your warm heat.
you’re breath heavily, whining in overstimulation at his last few thrusts, your grip on him not letting up.
mingyu stills, leaving kisses on every inch of exposed skin he can reach. you stay like that for a while, catching your breath.. listening to mingyu’s sweet praises on how you’re so good to him, how pretty you are..
he pulls out with, slowly.. rubbing his length against your folds a few times to spread his cum all over you. chuckling when you whine again when he grazes your sensitive clit, attempting to move away from him.
you end your night with mingyu cleaning you up, giving you water and making you change your now sweat soiled shirt. he holds you, your body engulfed by his arms, head against his chest, your arms wrapped around him as he mumbles something about definitely needing to wash the sheets tomorrow morning before you both drift off into a comfortable sleep..
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sillysillygoofygoose · 2 months
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Hi hi! Can I request a Toji x fem! Reader who’s really quiet in bed, because of an ex (like, maybe he tells her that the sounds she makes aren’t pleasant and things like that??)
OH MY GOD??!?!? HELLOOO!!! I'M FEELING SO SPOILED TODAY 🤭🤭 yes yes yes yes yes THANK YOU ANON 💗 it's a little angsty AGAIN (don't know what's up with me tbh) but very sweet
Don't Be Shy ★
Everything feels fragile. New feelings, new headspace, new man. Thinking about it made your stomach twist and turn in complicated bows... He's so handsome. So strong. So dreamy. God, what if I fuck it all up?
It was all new... the feeling of his hips grinding up into yours as you grip onto his strong, wide shoulders, biting down into your bottom lip to stop your sounds in their tracks.
"Mm fuck baby, you feeling good?" Toji's grunts and light tap on your hip pulls you from your flurry of worries.
"Uh yeah, yeah, it's really good, Toji." You mumble, feeling your breath hitch in your chest, attempting to hold back you gasps as the pressure of Toji's bulge crashes perfectly with your clit.
"Gotta tell me bubs... I don't know this pretty body yet. Gotta help me learn." He huffs out as your hands travel under his fitted black shirt.
You simply nod, feeling your cheeks warm up as you and Toji exchange the same warm air between quick breaths.
You feel yourself loosen up the wetter you get, biting onto the back of your hand and clenching your stomach, subtly compressing your moans.
Taking a deep breath, you work up the courage to at least talk.
"Okay, fuck okay, I want you inside please." Missing the way Toji smirks, you quickly get your sentence out as fast as possible before a moan can slip out, concentrating hard on keeping your voice as steady as possible.
"Alright, princess, c'mere." Toji flips you onto your back, gently tugging down your pants along with your soaked panties.
You cover your mouth as you feel Toji's hot breath on your quivering pussy, looking up at the ceiling.
Toji's good. Really good. You can tell simply by the way he operates that he's skilled. Experienced.
He's been with other girls. Seen other girls. Heard other girls. And all of a sudden, it all comes back to you.
"Uhm, you don't... you don't have to prep me or anything. We can just do it, I'll be okay." Pushing away his head when you realize he's about to taste you, you situate yourself, sitting up on your elbows.
Toji is shocked as he hovers above you, glaring in confusion.
"Are you sure? I really don't think that's a good idea bubba." Softly, he glides his middle and pointer finger along your slit, assessing if you were even close to being wet enough.
"No, no I'm sure. I'll be alright." Sitting up slightly, you paw at the waist band of his gray sweatpants, watching in delight as his cock strains against the fabric. Pulling them down, you distract him by grazing his tip with your delicate finger, making him shudder.
"Fuck~ alright babygirl..." He mumbles, laying you back down as your legs automatically spread, humping his veiny cock against your heat, getting it as wet as possible.
His sharp, commanding eyes focus on your face as he slowly pushes himself in, attempting to gage any type of reaction from you.
It burned. Really bad, it burned as he slowly stretched you out, feeling like you were being split in half at your core. You laid there quietly, softly breathing out as the pain subsided and pleasure picked up.
The physical and emotional intensity inside your chest suffocated you as Toji began thrusting into you, shallow and slow. It felt so good. He felt so good.
But you couldn't make a noise. You couldn't be ugly. You'd embarrass yourself, you'd turn him off. You'd ruin it.
"You always this quiet, doll? Makin' me nervous." Toji quirked his head to the side, less than pleased as he slid in and out of you and you just laid there, only sign of life being your blinking eyes.
"Yeah, I guess so." You mumble, praying he'd drop it. It's so humiliating. What's worse than being an ugly moaner? Your signs of pleasure are grating and unattractive... at least, that's what he said.
The last man you laid yourself out for, being totally vulnerable with, someone you thought was utterly attracted to you, no matter what. The sex was good... so good that you were moaning and whimpering under him.
God, he was so harsh. You never thought you would be so politely degraded after sex, all over the way you sound.
Tears well up in your distant eyes, and before you even feel it, Toji sees it.
"Shit! Shit, fuck are you okay? Are you hurt? What's wrong bub?" He pulls out of you, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into his shoulder.
"No, nothing, nothing it's so stupid." You shake your head, wiping your tears as Toji cradles you.
"I should've known sweets, I'm sorry. You've been off. What's on your mind, pretty girl?" You feel the stress building up around you, a warm all-encompassing feeling breaking you down from the inside out.
"Don't want you to think I'm ugly." You whisper into his shoulder.
"Huh? Baby, I'm lookin' at you right now. You're beautiful, you know that." His dark eyebrows furrow as he looks you over.
"No, no. My voice. My sounds. I don't want you to think I sound bad... My ex... he said- he um said that ummm... God this is so embarrassing. Um he said that I sound bad... that I turned him off. So I don't want to um, I don't want you to be less attracted to me, 's all." You sob out, explaining yourself as shame overtakes you, dignity leaving your body through salted tears.
"Oh. What a dumb prick. Don't think about that ass. I want to hear you, you kidding me? Let me hear you... okay?"
Slowly, you nod, detaching yourself from Toji's shoulder, laying back down.
"Okay, bub?" Toji repeats, drawing sloppy circles on your clit with his bulbous head, coaxing a genuine, surprised gasp from your throat.
"Okay... okayy." You gently speak out, a long, staggered breath freeing itself from your system.
"Therrree we go, sweetheart. Just let it out. Such a pretty little girl." Keeping his thumb pressed to your sensitive clit, he slides himself back in, basking in pride as he hears the smallest moan slip from your pretty parted lips. Gotta start somewhere.
"Give it to me, baby," Was the only warning you got before Toji began hammering into your puffy little cunt, forcing gasps and moans from you. Quickly you move your hand up to your mouth to cover your embarrassment, but Toji grabs your wrist, pining it beside your ear.
"Fuck, fucckkk sounds so good baby. Pretty little moans." He praises as he kisses along your jaw, forcing himself deeper into you. He knows he hit your sweet spot when your most blissed-out noise filled the room, signaling to his brain the beginning of his orgasm, bubbling in the pit of his toned stomach.
"Keep moaning like that and I'm gonna fill you up. Fuck, gonna make me cum... you close, bubba? Come on, talk to me." His encouragement works you up even more, making you feel brave.
"Mhm yeah, 'm really close Toji. Wanna cum with you." You moan out as his thrusts increase, then completely still all at once.
Your voice. God, your voice. Just hearing it had Toji gripping onto your hips and cumming on the spot. His orgasm triggers yours, your confident moans almost making him hard again.
"So good. So beautiful. Pretty moans for a pretty girl." Toji grins, breaking the peaceful ambience of the room.
"Wanna hear you for the rest of my life, pretty."
Hope you enjoyed! Xoxo
Thank you so so much anon!! Kisses! 💕
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writing-imagines · 2 months
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Even Mean Girls Cry // Regina George
Summary: After hooking up with Regina for a year, you finally get to see her vulnerable side after The Plastics reject her at lunch.
Possible warnings: light swearing, bullying, and Regina being Regina
Pairing: Regina George x gender!neutral reader (readers gender literally isn’t mentioned)
A/n: first fic of 2024!! I love Reneé’s Regina so feel free to send me any ideas or thoughts about her
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Regina George wasn’t a good person. It was evident ever since the first grade when she told everyone that Peter Howell peed himself after she spilled apple juice on him. So, you did your best to avoid her, and her ever changing minions, every day as you grew up. When you reached high school, Regina’s antics became more frequent and hurtful. By the end of your freshman year, she had at least one embarrassing piece of information on everyone in school, yourself included. 
Your streak of successfully avoiding Regina came to an end after winter break during your sophomore year. Ms. Norbury asked you to be Regina’s Intermediate Math tutor since you had the highest grades in your Algebra 2 class. You were hesitant to accept the opportunity considering Regina’s reputation, but you knew tutoring would look great on your college application. You accepted Ms. Norbury’s request and so started your relationship with Regina George. 
At first, she sat across from you in the empty cafeteria after school, chomping loudly on her gum and texting a thousand words a minute. Her behavior continued every day that week and by Friday, you’d had enough. 
“Regina, stop wasting my time and pay attention.” You finally snapped after she blew an obnoxiously large pink bubble with her gum. Regina’s eyes slowly rose from her phone screen to you. 
“What did you just say to me?” Her eyes resting on you instantly made you lose the confidence you just had. 
“Oh-I…I meant you should pay attention. I’m trying to teach you, so you don’t fail your next algebra test.” You smiled nervously as Regina’s gaze dug further into you. After a few more moments of intense staring, the blonde let out a scoff. 
“You know, you’re actually kind of cute.” Her blue eyes looked you over, this time in a more flirtatious way. You felt like a lamb dangling over a hungry mountain lion. 
“Thanks.” You nervously looked away and rubbed the back of your neck in an attempt to get any relief from Regina’s presence. 
“So, you agree? You think you’re cute.” 
“Umm…I mean, I don’t really know.” Regina’s smile softened and she looked at you as if you were a lost puppy. Without warning, the blonde stood up and made her way to your side of the table. She sat down in the seat beside you and scooted as close as she possibly could, causing your face to warm and your heart to beat faster. 
“Have you ever kissed anyone, Y/n?” Regina questioned with her pointer and middle finger dancing on your thigh. Your throat went dry at the mention of the one thing you were embarrassed of. In a school full of hormonal teenagers, you were truly the only one who hadn’t kissed anyone yet. You were kicking yourself for accidentally telling Karen the sensitive information during a bonfire last year. 
“You know the answer, Regina.” You said with a defeated exhale. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at Regina, instead, you kept your eyes glued to the table. Suddenly, the two fingers that danced on your thigh were placed gently under your chin, forcing you to look at the blonde beside you. Her eyes were kinder, and her smile was still soft, making you feel less embarrassed. 
“It’s okay, you don’t need to be embarrassed.” You didn’t say anything, instead, you softly smiled and took in Regina’s features. You had never noticed how pretty her eyes were or how full her lips were. 
“Do you want to kiss me, Y/n?” Regina’s eyebrows lifted with the question. Without even thinking, you blurted out the answer. 
“Yes.” You swore for a moment Regina began to blush as she pushed a few stray hairs away from her face. 
“Okay. Close your eyes.” 
You did as you were told. For a moment, you were worried it was all just a prank, but when you felt Regina’s lips press against yours, you knew it had to be real. You did your best to reciprocate the kiss, causing Regina to let out a small moan, which caused your stomach to flip about ten times. Suddenly, you felt Regina’s hands find your neck and her perfectly manicured nails rested on the nape of your neck, effectively pulling you in deeper. 
The sound of a door slamming shut caused both of you to pull away quickly. You couldn’t help but stare at Regina with a bewildered look, seriously questioning if the kiss happened. 
“Wow, you're a pretty good kisser, Nerd.” 
“T-Thanks. You’re good too.” You sputtered with the most nervous tone you had ever heard from yourself. The blonde laughed before running her fingers along the edge of her lips to wipe away any smeared lip gloss. 
“I know.”  The two of you sat in silence for what felt like hours before Regina spoke up. 
“So, I’ll see you on Monday then.” She quickly stood up and gathered her things as if nothing had happened. 
“I’ll see you on Monday.” You echoed, wiping Regina’s cherry flavored lip gloss off your lips. 
“Bye, Nerd.” 
“Bye, Regina.” 
Almost a full year later and your hookups with Regina were still going strong. In fact, ever since Cady Heron started causing drama between the girls, you had been spending all of eighth period in the back seat of Regina’s Jeep, making out like it was your last moments on earth. Not to mention, secretly hooking up with the queen bee of North Shore gave you a major confidence boost that even Regina noticed. Your relationship had even gone to the next level: texting each other about things that didn’t involve when and where to hookup. 
You were sitting in Trigonometry when your phone pinged. You quickly checked it, not wanting to risk Ms. Norbury confiscating it. It wasn’t much of a surprise to see that Regina had texted you. 
RG: Sweatpants are the only things that fit me right now 
Y/n: So? 
RG: So? Jesus Y/n. I can’t wear sweatpants to lunch! 
Y/n: Because of the stupid rules YOU made?
RG: They aren’t stupid 
Y/n: I’m sure it’ll be fine. The girls will understand 
“Y/n, care to share with that class what on your phone is so important that you’re missing out on practice test questions?” 
“No. Sorry, Ms. Norbury. It won’t happen again.” 
“Good. Now, as I was saying…” You watched Ms. Norbury turn to write something on the board and quickly sent another text to Regina. 
Y/n: Just got called out by Norbury for texting you. Hope you’re happy 
You went the rest of class without hearing from Regina. In fact, you went most of the day without hearing from her. It was a little weird, but you knew she had a lot going on and it wasn’t like you needed constant communication with each other. 
When lunch came around, it was the same old same old. You sat down with some of your other tutor friends and talked about your day. As Daisy Smith talked about her failed attempt to teach Karen about fractions, you saw Regina walk towards The Plastics. True to her word, she wore gray sweatpants that grabbed your, and several others, attention. You didn’t eye Regina for long, not wanting anyone to accuse you of being a creep or being in love with her. You looked down at your lunch only for the room to suddenly go quiet. 
“You can’t sit with us!” Gretchen’s voice echoed through the silent room. No one dared to even gasp as Regina fired back. 
“Sweatpants are all that fit me right now.” Even though you couldn’t see her face, you could tell Regina was talking through gritted teeth. 
“What do you think, Cady?” Gretchen asked, her voice once again echoing through the room. 
“Sorry, Regina. Rules are rules.” Seeing the sly look on Cady’s face made you want to march over to her and smash a tray of food in her face. You knew that would lead to a suspension, so you made a mental note to figure out some way to get back at Cady that wouldn’t result in a week off school.
“Fine.” 
Regina turned around to see every eye in that room on her. You could tell by the look on her face that for once, she hated the attention. Not a single person in that room moved to make room for Regina as she walked down the aisle. 
“Daisy, scoot down.” You quickly nudged the redhead to make room for Regina.
“Regina, you can sit with us.” You offered, eyes slightly full of hope that she would accept the offer and somehow make the situation better.
“I’m not sitting with you losers.” She spat out as she stormed past your table. 
“What a bitch.” Glenn Coco scoffed. Your blood boiled at Glenn’s comment, but you knew you had to play it cool to avoid any suspicion. 
“Guys, I forgot my math book in Ms. Norbury’s. I’m going to grab it really quick.” 
You quickly got up from the table, leaving your tray behind, and stormed off to find Regina. You searched her usual hangout spots, the maintenance room and the girl’s locker room in the gym. When you didn’t find her in either place, you made your way to the only other place she could be, the parking lot.
Sure enough, as you approached her Jeep, you saw Regina sitting in the passenger seat. Even from far away, you could tell she was crying. Cautiously, you approached the car and tapped on her window. The blonde’s head instantly shot up, revealing her red eyes and mascara stained cheeks. You had never seen Regina cry before, and the sight actually shocked you to your core. Without saying a word, you walked over to the driver’s side and climbed in. 
“What are you doing?” Regina questioned through sniffles as you put the car in reverse and pulled out of the parking spot. 
“I’m taking you home.” Your hands gripped the steering wheel a little tighter when you noticed a picture of Regina, Karen, and Gretchen resting on her dashboard as you drove out of the parking lot. 
“I don’t need you to take me home.” Regina tried to use her usual venomous tone, but it came out shaky and pitiful. 
“I don’t care if you need me to. I want to take you home. That was fucking ridiculous.” 
After a few minutes of silence, you looked over to see tears still rolling down Regina’s face. Based on how her bottom lip was quivering, you knew Regina really needed to cry. You carefully reached your right hand over to Regina and grabbed her hand. 
“It’s okay to cry. They tried to humiliate you in front of the whole school. You don’t have to hide it from me.” You squeezed Regina’s hand, which caused her to quickly pull her hand away. 
“I am not crying because of those bitches. I’m crying because all I can wear is sweatpants and my mascara is ruined.” That time Regina was able to spit out her usual venom. While her tone would intimidate most people, it let you know Regina was going to be okay. 
“Those are still valid reasons to cry.” You said matter-of-factly. You felt Regina’s eyes land on you again, causing you to glance over at her. 
“Why are you so nice to me all the time?” 
“Because I’m a nice person.” You shrugged, not wanting to give away your true feelings for Regina. 
“I think it’s because you like me.” 
“And what if I did?” You replied without missing a beat. Once again, you were kicking yourself for not thinking before you spoke. 
“I’d have to give you a makeover. I can’t date anyone who dresses like that.” 
“What’s wrong with the way I dress?” 
“Nothing, if you’re going for a grocery store clerk.” You scoffed and acted offended by Regina’s words, which made the blonde crack a smile. 
“I do not dress like a grocery store clerk.” 
You both chuckled as you pulled up to the George's home. You instantly took note that Mrs. George’s car was missing from the driveway. 
“Do you want to come in? My mom isn’t home.” Regina looked at you with hopeful eyes. Not wanting to leave Regina alone after a traumatic event, you decided that it would be a good idea for you to stick around for a little while longer.
“Yeah, I’ll come in for a little bit.” 
You turned off the car and let Regina take the lead into her home. The second the front door closed behind you, Regina took your hand and led you up to her room. 
“Shoes off and get on the bed.” The blonde commanded.
“Regina, I don’t think we should-”
“Relax, Nerd. I just want you to hold me and tell me I’m pretty.” 
You quickly kicked your shoes off and lied down on the right side of the bed. Once you were comfortable, Regina joined you. Within seconds, her head found a comfortable spot on your chest, resting between your jaw and collarbone. Her hand found its way down to your stomach and balled the fabric of your shirt into her hand. After Regina was comfortable, you snaked your arm around her and held her close. You couldn’t help but look down at the blonde with a smile. When she wasn’t ruining people’s lives, Regina was actually kind of sweet. 
“Hey, Regina?”
“What, Nerd?” 
“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” 
“Yeah, I know.” You could feel Regina’s smirk against your neck, which only made you fall a little harder for her.
You laid there, holding the blonde like your life depended on it. Your mind couldn’t help but wonder about finally telling Regina how you felt about her. It seemed like a good idea, especially after a hard day, but the thought of losing her stopped you. So, you just let Regina George, the meanest girl in North Shore, sleep on your chest while you held her close. 
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willows-escape · 2 months
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lips - jungkook x reader (m)
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reader with her head hanging off the bed and jungkook fucking her throat in a 69 position. the end.
warning: pwp, occasional name calling, use of the word ‘forced’ but everything is entirely consensual, breath play, cum shots, oral (m and f receiving), jungkook’s a slight brat
words: 1,192
unedited but just wanted to write this thought out before i lost motivation to do it
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"Come on, baby, you can take my cock better than that," Jungkook cooed, pulling his hips back slightly to give you some breathing room. Tears streamed down your cheeks and spit pooled around your lips as you coughed and sputtered.
Your head was hanging off the edge of your shared bed while Jungkook pistoned his cock back and forth in your throat, your nose hitting against his pubic bone as he relentlessly penetrated your mouth. Clothes were long discarded to the side and both of you were laid bare before each other.
Jungkook's hands were tightly gripping your hips, pushing you down into the bed. He used you as leverage to slowly withdraw himself from your warm tongue, inch by inch, before pushing back in to feel you engulf him gradually. He loved the sensation of your wet mouth slowly enveloping him.
You wanted to respond to his cocky remark, but the situation you were in didn't allow for it. You were completely at Jungkook's mercy, being used as nothing more than a receptacle for his sexual pleasure. Your arousal flooded out of your eager hole just at the thought.
"Aw, is somebody dripping for me? Getting so wet while being throat fucked by your boyfriend, huh?" You jumped as you felt his pointer and ring fingers parting your labia, with his middle finger gently rubbing over your swollen clit. "I bet this is where you want my cock, isn't it, baby? You want it deep inside this pussy, I know it. I can feel how badly you want it on my fingers, you little whore.”
Your moans vibrated down Jungkook's shaft, causing him to stutter in shock. His pace quickened, almost as if to retaliate for your teasing. You would have giggled if you weren't otherwise occupied. It seemed like he could sense your pleasure at his unexpected reaction, prompting him to quickly dip his head and take a long lick up your folds. "How do you like it?" he asked, his taunting voice filled with desire.
Your tongue disengaged, and your mouth hung open wider as you felt the sensation of his tongue exploring your sensitive area. It playfully flicked your aching clit before pushing down and dragging his tongue in a figure eight motion around it. The pressure of his hot, panting mouth against you made your skin feel as though it was on fire. Your pussy clenched around air as you couldn't help but let out moans that spilled past your lips.
Reminding you of what you were supposed to be doing, Jungkook pressed his hips against your face, urging you to get back to work. Despite the overwhelming pleasure that clouded your senses, you persisted in licking up and down his throbbing cock and taking it as deep down your throat as humanly possible.
Your tongue gently suctioned against him, each sensual suck causing waves of pleasure to surge up his spine. It was so addictive; he only wished he could see your face as he forced you to take everything he gave you. He'd bet you looked fucked out and ethereal, and he hadn't even actually fucked you yet. He wanted to shoot one load of his cum down your dirty throat before he got to that yet, though.
As his tongue continued to slurp up your wetness and wiggle its way deep into where you craved him the most, your throat wrapped around his cock and constricted around it, pushing and pulling him with the muscles of your throat to compensate for the lack of physical space to move up and down. The sound of his whimpers and his messy devouring of your pussy filled the air, while the mixture of saliva and your essence between your thighs spread out further and further.
Your own saliva was steadily beginning to coat your face more and more, your lips red and inflamed, shiny with copious amounts of saliva. Jungkook wasn't any better, his face smothered with a mixture of saliva and vaginal fluid as he pushed his tongue deeper and deeper inside you. His tongue dragged against your tightening walls, intensifying the sensations to the point where you could've screamed.
As time went on, you felt your legs spreading wider and wider, eagerly inviting the raven-haired boy on top of you to offer you more and more. Your desire for him grew stronger with each passing moment, craving everything he was willing to give you.
‘Slap!’ His hand came down against your cunt, furiously rubbing as his speed quickened. You could tell his orgasm was approaching, and the way he was manipulating you under his skilled fingers meant you weren't far behind. His moans increased in volume, and he softly grunted as one of your hands came up to stroke his base, while your tongue still suckled his tip to give your bruised and battered throat a much-needed break.
“Come on, baby, cum for me,” Jungkook groaned, his jaw aching and his tongue strained as he rubbed your needy cunt. “Give it to me, you fucking slut. Fucking cum.”
A final, prolonged cry escaped your lips, but was immediately muffled as Jungkook took advantage of your open mouth and thrust his dick as deep as it could go. He whimpered and moaned as he ejaculated deep inside you, the warm, salty, and slightly tangy fluid settling at the back of your throat. The intense pressure that had built up in your abdomen snapped like a rubber band, causing a rush of blood to your head and making your vision fill with stars.
Jungkook lay still on top of you, his face pressed firmly into your tummy as he took deep breaths to ground himself. His hands lifted off your hips and grabbed onto your quivering, plump thighs, squeezing and kneading as he recovered. Unfortunately, you couldn't swallow like this, and the way it was slowly dripping down your throat made you feel like you were about to choke - and not in a good way.
Frantic taps against his legs made him jump off of you, worry etched into his face and his eyebrows furrowed as he scanned you over. Apologies and questions quickly tumbled from his mouth, his eyes scanning you in concern. You quickly swallowed whatever was left in your mouth, grimacing as you felt the burning sensation in your throat.
"I'm okay, I'm okay," you laughed, eyes closed and chest heaving as you tried your best to catch your breath. "I just couldn't swallow everything with your cock still in my mouth.”
"Oh," Jungkook smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment. But one glance at your plush, alluring body made his blood rush straight to his cock. In a flash, he crawled onto the bed and settled in front of you.
The movement of the bed jostled you, causing your eyes to open as you took in your surroundings. Hands gripped onto your legs, pulling you forcefully away from the edge of the bed. You let out a yelp, but instantly realized what was happening as you felt the tip of his cock brush against your empty cunt.
“We aren’t done here.”
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gamermattsgf · 3 months
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Cherry popper // nerd Matt
Warnings: extreme smut / sub Matt x dom fem reader / glasses kink / praise kink / handjob / overstimulation / wave ride / virgin!matt / slight mention of breeding if you squint
Summary: the reader is in desperate need of help with calculus, something which Matt is willing to give her. However, Matt wants to be taught something in return, something that does not require a pen and paper… sex
Author’s notes: another sub Matt, but this time he’s a cutsey little nerd with glasses. Obvi this is 18+ but idrc, if u don’t have a problem with reading it by all means go on ahead and knock urself out. Also I got super carried away with this one it’s so long lmaoo sorry.
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“Girl you make me numb, when we kiss until my tongue hurts” - Pink bubblegum, Lavi Kou
‘You want me to do what?’ You question in bewilderment, looking at the way Matt sits on the floor of your room cross-legged with his hands twisted in his lap shyly.
‘Please don’t make me say it again…’ he whines with a rosy blush on his cheeks, his glasses rested on his nose and framing his averted eyes as he manages to look anywhere but right at you. You sigh with your eyebrows furrowed, before leaning up onto your knees from your sitting position opposite him.
‘So let me get this straight, to pay for my tuition, instead of money you want me… to teach you, how to fuck someone properly?’.
Matt suddenly slaps his hands over his face, hiding how red he gets with embarrassment. ‘Stop. It sounds so stupid when you say it like that…’ he groans, his glasses smooshed right into his eyes. Your mouth can’t help but curl in amusement at this odd request, not that you mind though…
‘Well what better way is there to say it?’ You laugh through your teeth before deciding to carefully knee your way over to him. As you go, you mind not to step on all of the outspread papers with physics problems scrawled over them in Matt’s messy handwriting.
When he hears papers rustling from underneath you, he splits his middle and pointer finger apart so that he can secretly peek at your advancing figure from through his hands. Before he can say anything else, you reach him and carefully wrap your hands around his wrists so that you can pull the makeshift cover he made away from his face. ‘I don’t know…’ he sighs in frustration ‘I’m just umm… I’m just not very good at it…’.
It looks like it physically hurts him to admit this, as though he’s stepping on broken glass after every word. His wince after his frustrated confession is adorable.
‘I don’t mind y’know’ you shrug nonchalantly, not seeing the big problem with it and thinking that his nervous request is really quite cute instead. Matt perks up immediately, his eyes snapping straight to yours.
‘Really? You’d do that for me? I didn’t think you’d actually say yes… I thought it was so pathetic, I immediately regretted opening my mouth after I’d said it and I-’ he rambles to you in disbelief, using the sound of his own voice to calm his nerves after your unexpected agreement.
‘Matt, get on the bed’ you interrupt him with an amused quip, ceasing his endless stream of ranting conversation. He shuts up immediately, his eyes as wide as saucers at your commanding tone. Swallowing, his Adam’s apple feathers downwards before he’s standing up shakily.
‘Oh- yeah right, sorry…’ he nervously laughs. ‘Didn’t think we were gonna start right away…’ he speaks whilst moving his socked feet so that he can timidly sit down onto the edge of the bed, as if afraid that the mattress would swallow him whole if he moved up any further.
‘Sure, why not. You’re cute, plus, how else am I supposed to pay for my session today if we don’t start hm?‘
He watches you as you also gravitate to your feet, before loftily stepping over your books and folders so that you can make your way over to him. You observe the way his hands splay out to the sides of him as his knuckles twist your sheets within his palms. His veins are practically popping out from his skin with how hot his body is already. He’s scared. You can tell.
‘I- I suppose that’s true…’ he stutters timidly, trying to distract himself again with meaningless chatter, before you move right into his space.
You smirk. This is going to be fun. Your core flutters gently after voicing ‘spread your legs puppy’ because he does exactly what he’s told, albeit with slight apprehension. To ease his nerves, you decide to offer him a springboard to get him warmed up.
‘Why don’t we start with a little kissing, think you can do that for me? You suggest, placing your cupped hands onto the tough muscles between his collarbones and neck over his pressed shirt, stroking the skin with your thumbs comfortingly. Matt nods his head, as if in a daze. ‘Alright. So, the key to a good kiss is to start slow’ you begin, pushing his chin and up and ducking your head down.
You press your lips into his, getting a feel for their shape and wetness before Matt can’t help but let out a subdued whimper at the contact. You smile into it. Pulling back, Matt leans his head upwards as if needy to reconnect them, but you still have to give him his lesson. ‘Nothing open mouthed yet, you need to tease them first before you give them what they want, ‘kay?’ You lecture him, and he watches you attentively from his position on the bed beneath you. ‘Yeah okay… makes sense’ he shrugs cluelessly.
‘After that, only briefly use your tongue, maybe lick their bottom lip a little- like this’ you connect you lips once again before slicking out your tongue to pass it over the fullness of his lip.
Matt’s eyes are closed and his head is tilted to the side in enjoyment. You retract to feather your nose against his. ‘Okay now you try…’ you command him, with words of encouragement. Matt’s eyes peek open to flick down to your lips briefly, before closing them and getting lost in the moment whilst he leans down to capture your set in his.
Perhaps too lost.
You yelp quietly when Matt slots your bottom lip in between his teeth and bites harshly, tugging it down, only to let it recoil back up into place between his heavy kiss. He’s a little sloppy with it and you jump back, clearly caught off guard. His eyes snap open and look and your puzzled expression.
‘Sorry! M’so sorry, was that not good?’ He worriedly bumbles, thinking that he’s messed up grandly. But you only shake your head, pressing one of your hands up into your lips to graze over them. ‘No… that was actually really good, keep doing that…’ you utter in disbelief. Matt sighs gratefully, before you lurch forward to join your selves together a little harsher this time. Your teeth clash melodically, and saliva is exchanged at a quickened pace.
It only gets more frantic after you mumble ‘gimme your tongue baby’. Matt obeys obediently and dips his tongue to lick into your mouth. Is it messy? Yes. Does it make you wetter than anything though? Also yes. ‘Good boy’ you eek out in between pants and heavy tongue brushes.
As you kiss, you lift one of your knees up into your mattress, and prominently press it towards Matt’s crotch. He takes this as a sign for him to shuffle further up onto the bed, which he does so, still with your mouths connected and your lips feathering wetly.
After a while of just letting your mouths get familiar with one another, you pull away to face Matt.
‘Let’s do something easy for your first lesson shall we? Have you ever touched yourself before?’ You gently ask, kneeling in between a poor Matt’s spread legs. His chest is heaving shyly and his face is practically as red as a tomato. ‘Umm… well- yeah, a couple of times…’ he looks down to the floral bed covers of your bed whilst the frame of his glasses slides delicately down his nose. You reach out your fingertips to quickly brush his shaggy brown hair strands from out of his eyes before pouting.
‘Aw puppy… you don’t have to be shy, I’m not gonna judge’. After clearing his hair away, one of your fingertips drops to curl and stroke against his right cheek which burns hot with fiery humiliation. He gazes up at you with the eyes of a baby deer’s before gulping as his Adam’s apple bobs again.
‘Can you… can you show me how to do it properly?’ He breathlessly asks, shyly averting his gaze whilst you tilt your head with a cheeky smile pointed right at him. ‘Of course baby boy, that’s what mommy’s here for isn’t it?’.
Matt likes the mommy comment a lot more than he’s willing to admit. Scratch that, he loves it. He feels so safe, so babied within your hold, and he wants to stay here forever. Swallowing nervously, he doesn’t know what to do with his hands.
Smacking your lips at the sight of Matt obviously fidgeting in anticipation, you decide to reach your own hands to grab his wrists. ‘C’mere, gimme those pretty hands’. He looks at you with heaving shoulders, now even the back of his neck as red as anything with embarrassment.
You could tell that he’s humiliated because of how much he’s enjoyed this. He also definitely doesn’t want it to stop. So you don’t let it.
Moving from in between his spread legs, you straddle his lap as you place your thighs onto either side of his hips, squeezing them softly, which makes him choke out a tiny gasp. Equally, you’re leant forward enough to fully be able to pin his wrists to the bed so that now he’s completely defenceless.
‘Oh, before we start, tits are really important too. If you want to get a girl wet, you need to play with them’ you coach him once again. Matt pays the upmost attention to what you have to say, his head nodding hurriedly once again.
Deciding to mess with the poor nerdy boy further, you mischievously smirk before mumbling ‘I suppose we could merge two lessons into one… I’m not wearing a bra, so does my baby boy want to see mommy’s tits…?’. Matt gulps and fumbles another ‘oh god’ in utter disbelief whilst you watch the way his pupils flick to your heavy chest and dilate. ‘I’ll take that as a yes then’ you conclude based off of the way he’s practically drooling for them. Poor boy has probably never seen a naked pair in real life before.
Using one of your hands, you reach it to the bottom of your shirt and pull it up over your tits, that quickly spill out and reveal themselves to be resting gently on your chest. ‘F-fuck’ you hear Matt say, and a part of you throbs after physically feeling his cock swell upwards from underneath you. ‘Yeah? You like them?’ You tease, squeezing them together with your arms and then letting them jiggle back into their resting positions. Matt’s cock rises more and presses up into your heat whilst he nods hypnotically, his mouth hung open with his fingers twitching uncontrollably.
‘Wanna taste them honey?’ You coo motherly, before leaning forward and thrusting them into his face, he looks at them in disbelief and blinks with a small ‘can I?’, before you encourage him with a ‘go on baby boy… they’re all yours, this is important’, which finally gets him to open his mouth and give one of them a timid little kitten lick first to test the waters, before he slots the hard bud into his mouth fully and prods his tongue over it.
‘Try sucking on them… that’ll drive a girl crazy…’ you mumble breathlessly, already feeling your slick wetness trickle from your hole as Matt quietly begins to suck harshly on your nipple.
This ripples pleasure all down your spine, and you can’t help but curse into the air, your hands still in a firm clamp over his wrists. However, as he constantly sucks, you begin to rock your lower half backwards and forwards, which only thickens him more. You can feel him throb achingly from below your clothed cunt.
He uncontrollably now moans loudly into your tit, still sucking on it defencelessly because of the way his wrists are continuously compromised by the control of your hands. Licking your tits is the only thing giving him friction whilst your lower halves sensually rub together.
‘I bet you’re so big Matt’ you suddenly decide to seductively mumble, wanting to see just how far you can get this perfectly sweet boy worked up. The same sweet boy who comes to class every morning with a smile on his face, ridiculously smart clothes on and an impossibly strict attitude to learning and note taking.
You wonder what that Matt would say about this one, that sits here in your bed, his notes for studying scattered all messily across the floor, forgotten about, as he instead enjoys your tits and freely moans into your skin at your dirty praise.
‘I bet that deep down you’re an absolutely filthy fucking slut. I just know you’re nice and thick. I can feel you so much already… and you’ve been keeping it all to yourself. How selfish of you’ you tut. Matt hisses quietly, his eyes screwed up in a puppyish way as you compliment him. His stretch is definitely going to burn so fucking good when you finally think he’s prepared enough to fuck you.
‘Can I be the first one to see, pretty please?’ You pout, and Matt has to pull away from your hard tit just to gaze up at you moonily with his mouth hung open, tit drunk already and his shoulders heaving. With his permission of a shaky nod and the lick of his lips, his watery blue eyes flick downwards and innocently look at the way you now shuffle back to your starting position between his spread legs. Both of you look down at the tent formation of his pants in between his thighs, before one of your hands just can’t help itself. It glides up to cup him slowly.
‘See that? That was dirty talk… also very important for someone’s pleasure, we can practice more of that next time though…’
‘Yes please!’ Matt breathes, seemingly eager and liking the idea of hearing more of what you have to say to him in that kind of tone.
The light touch of pressure sets Matt off immediately and he has to fully expand his chest before expelling out a choked up whine of pleasure. He uncontrollably throws his head back and bucks his hips greedily up into the rub of your flattened palm.
‘Ugh… ugh… f-fuck’ he jerkily moans a continuous whimper, before unexpectedly cursing with a shaky pant at the pressure of your hand. ‘Jesus Matt you’ve got a dirty little mouth don’t you?’ You respond. It’s cute how he doesn’t know how to react, and so all of his pressure transforms into helpless sounds. You smirk even wider, loving what it does to your confidence.
‘A very important step is to always ask permission, just so the girl doesn’t feel pressured okay?’. Feeding your hands into the waistband of both his pants and underwear, you coax him to lift his hips upwards and he’s such a good boy because he does exactly what he’s told with no follow-up questions asked.
‘O-okay… please… please can you touch me now- I’m really sore’ Matt acknowledges before panting impatiently and helping you shimmy his pants off.
After you struggle to pull them down you see why when his cock bobs hungrily into the air, his tip already wet and sticky and pink like his lips that are currently bitten between his teeth self consciously. He look in between his cock and you as you observe him, his hips squirming shyly underneath the scrutiny of your stare. You practically drool as you gawk at him, wanting your mouth on his cock but also wanting to sit on it at the same time.
His thickness is perfect and the inconspicuous vein running up the side of him makes you clench. His happy trail also oddly attractive, but he simply sits there sheepishly and watches you take him in.
‘You’re… you’re not disappointed… are you…?’ He pitifully mumbles, looking down at one of his hands that distractedly picks against the lint on your bed covers. You find it within yourself to gasp at his utterly ludicrous statement.
Careening your face into his, you get up onto all fours, and he nervously jumps back a little, before almost choking on his breath after you spit into your hand and waste no time in wrapping it around him.
‘Matt you’ve got such a pretty cock…’, you praise and Matt then opens his eyes to gaze up at you with his glassy pupils, his mouth also open and expelling the cutest little pants every time your hand strokes downwards. Your spit is sticky, and Matt arches his back at the slimy consistency of your hand jerking him slowly.
‘Oh…’ he stutters with breathless embarrassment, his face going even more red at yet again another compliment before his back arches and his toes curl at the feeling of you thumb coming up to touch his sensitive tip.
‘How long does it normally take you to cum puppy?’ You muse in fascination, watching the way Matt squirms from underneath you. ‘Uh- I- umm… maybe -fuck- a couple of minutes?’ He mumbles, his voice sounding a little delirious as he struggles to concentrate on the sound of your voice. He’s too focused on the slow circular rub of your thumb against his tip. You raise your eyebrows. ‘Jesus Christ we’re gonna have to build that up’ you state, knowing that he’s definitely not going to last long.
And you’re right, it doesn’t take him long at all. Because only a couple of minutes after working on him, he gives you no other warning besides a loud moan and a hitched ‘I- I think I’m gonna-’ before a thick layer of cum spurts from out of his tip and splatters onto his stomach accidentally. This catches you off guard.
‘Shit’ You state in awe as you continue to pump him, curiously watching the way he whines as if he’s about to cry with his eyes scrunched shut over his squinted glasses.
Matt gets breathless very quickly, his chest heaving as his fists claw at your bedcovers and his legs spread unconsciously.
‘Ow- ow, ouch- fuck!’ He suddenly starts to cry instead of his euphoric whimpers. You quickly realise he’s falling overstimulated due to his orgasm and you let go of him. But when you do, you realise something…
‘Fuck baby you’re still kinda hard’.
Matt’s flushed face tilts downwards to look at his lower half, his stomach an absolute mess coated in him cum, but his cock still painfully throbbing.
Wasting no time at all, your hand leans forward again. Quickly you’re whipping your fingers over Matt’s stomach to scoop up some of his lukewarm cum. You wrap his cock back up into your fist and Matt tenses, hissing in aggravated pain.
‘What are you doing?!’ He pants out, before scrunching his face up uncomfortably.
‘Teaching you how to wave ride off of your first orgasm puppy, it looks like you need one’ you say, effortlessly slipping back into your teaching mode before you decide to use your other hand to grab his glasses from off of his face.
Matt watches with carnal desire at the sight of you slipping them onto your own face, the frame just low enough on your nose so that you can see over his prescription lenses. Something about you wearing his glasses just makes him feel feral with lust for you. It’s not like he hasn’t fantasised about something like this before, he’s just always felt really shy around girls and has never been able to execute it until now. He hasn’t exactly been oozing sex appeal as of late…
‘There, that’s better isn’t it?’ You sigh and admire the way he wriggles around beneath you, clearly in overstimulation.
Matt moans as if he’s in heat whilst deciding to bend his arm and hide his face into the crook of his elbow, his other shaky hand twisting the bedsheets and turning white at the pressure he keeps on them as you continue to touch him into oblivion. He utters high pitched pants and whimpers at regular intervals, especially after everytime your hand squeezes tightly around him, his throbbing cock slickly gliding over your hand with every bounce.
‘Ugh fuck you’re gonna make me feel so full later Matt’ you utter, his cock feeling so lengthy and thick around your small hand.
He only shakes his head in return, his cock throbbing in approval at the phrase as he releases hot breaths into the already thick atmosphere. Below you, simple instincts of his take over and he’s beautifully responsive to your touch by greedily thrusting upwards into your hand.
Pouting and humming sadly, one of your hands comes up to pet his right cheek below the cover of his arm. ‘Why are you hiding from me baby boy?’, to which Matt’s incoherent mumbles are just as naive and innocent as the rest of his actions thus far. As if his cheeks aren’t red with humility at himself enough, they invade more of his face now and even turn the tops of his ears a dusty cherry shade.
‘Cause- it’s so- so embarrassing…’ he stutters a tiny choked-up whine at not wanting you to look at him whilst he becomes extremely overstimulated.
He feels humiliated because the sounds and faces he makes after his first orgasm are even worse than the ones he made the first time, his cock already swollen and sensitive. Perhaps he also feels disgusted by himself and would prefer not to register the way his body is reacting? But to be completely honest, if you didn’t know any better Matt sounded like he wanted to be fucking breeded on the spot because he was moaning for you to take him that loudly.
‘Aw puppy… nothing to be embarrassed about… I’d be acting just the same if it were you who were touching me, I wanna see that pretty face when I make you cum’
Timidly and with slight apprehension, he carefully lifts his arm from off of his face and reconnects eyes with yours. ‘Can you…’ he peeps, but quietens again, nervous to say it in front of you. But you nod your head encouragingly. ‘Go on baby’. He continues…
‘Can you call me a good boy again?… I- I really like it…’ he mumbles guiltily, his eyes refusing to meet your intense gaze as they wander about the floor instead. You throb at his submissive response.
‘That gonna help you cum baby?’ You question teasingly, and Matt nods quickly, a shaky hum in approval choking its way up his throat.
‘Fuck you’ve been so great for your first lesson… such a good boy, taking my hand so well, and so brave for taking two orgasms at once aren’t you?’ You praise him, and Matt arches his back once more, his blue eyes tearing up at just how sensitive he is now. He twitches furiously in your hand as his head throws itself back.
‘Need to cum now puppy?’ You pout playfully and quicken your hand. His breaths pant at the new pace. ‘Y-yes’ he wheezes, so you easily let him.
‘Go on sweet boy, you’re allowed’.
At this, he cries out, another even stronger level two orgasm hitting him and rattling through his gut. He’s loud, but you love it, and stroke his cock until all of his cum is spent.
Coming down from his high, he looks exhausted after the earth shattering orgasm you have just given him. All you do is smile and giggle as his rising and falling stomach calms itself little by little. Getting up from the bed, you hover over him before leaning in to kiss his cheek softly. He looks at you with his mouth hung open and his blue eyes babied.
‘Now it’s time to teach you about aftercare’ you muse sweetly, before shuffling off to find a cloth to clean Matt up, who is left on your bed with a dreamy smile on his lips…
Author’s notes p.2: thank you to my bbg @strniohoeee for helping my indecisive ass pick this idea to write next out of all of my drafts. Love love love. If you see any typos… no u don’t. The question is… do I do a Chris one now? Or another Matt one. Pls request ;)
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elliesblkgirlfriend · 4 months
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You don’t know how you got here, in the bathroom,bent over the sink,with both hands on the bathroom mirror trying to hold your balance with Abby’s hand around your throat and the other on your hip as she pounds you from the back.
“What’s wrong baby, am I being too rough?” Abby whispers into your ear placing a small kiss on it. You moan shaking your head
“Then why the tears? It feel that good?” Abby asks with a smirk on her face. Her lips slowly move from your ear down to your neck.Her hand moves from your throat to your chin grabbing it gently, forcing you to look at your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes met Abby’s and you immediately noticed the smirk on her lips.
“Ohh…look at you. You’re so pretty baby” she says lowly into your ear. Her hips and thrust slow but rough(not that you mind anyway). You let out the most low slutty moan you’ve ever heard yourself make.
Abby’s hand came down landing a smack on your ass. “No baby, keep your eyes open and look at yourself, want you too see how pretty you look while taking my cock”
“Abby” you say in a whimper that Abby responded too with a breathy laugh. The hand that was on your hip snakes up your back grabbing your hair using her hand as a makeshift ponytail. She gives it a tug before pulling you back on her strap.
“You gonna cum baby?” Abby ask slipping her hand in between your legs rubbing her pointer and middle finger on your clit. Her fingers rubbing small slow circles. You're a complete mess on Abby’s strap
All you could do is nod your head and moan. Abby smirks as she grabs both of your shoulders pulling you back on her cock. Her thrust getting faster making your moans louder.
Abby groans as her strap bumps against her clit with every thrust she gives you. You were close and Abby could nearly smell it. Her thrust comes to a slow stop as she slowly pulls out making you whine. Abby bites down on her lip watching as she teases your folds with the tip occasionally dragging it against your clit.
“Abby! Come on!” You whine reaching behind you. Abby smirks grabbing your arm
“Aww, you were about to cum weren’t you baby?” She asks leaning over your back so her lips were closer to your ear. You nod your head with a pout on your lips
“Your so pretty when you pout” She says whispering into your ear with that same smirk still on your face “alright baby, I’ll let you cum” she whispers again before she pushes the strap into you, her thrust harsh and quick making you grip the sink and scream out in pleasure.
Abby brings both of her hands up to your chest cupping your breast into her hands pinching at your nipples. You were an absolute wreck. Tears streaming down your face, hair messy, moaning and babbling just begging for Abby.
“Fuuuck! Abby m’gonna cum” you babble out shutting your eyes
“Oh yeah? Go ahead, cum on my cock babygirl” Abby whispers into your ear before grabbing your chin to bring you into the most nastiest and sloppy kiss ever.
You moan into her mouth as your orgasm hits you like a tone of bricks and Abby had no problem fucking you through it. After you both come down from your high Abby wraps her arms around you laying her head on your shoulder.
Her thumb caresses your hip as she leans down kissing your shoulder softly
“You okay babygirl?” She asks watching you carefully.
“I’m fine” you say softly. She smiles pecking your lips softly
“Good, now let’s get you cleaned up” she says softly as she picks you up and carries you to the bedroom.
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So this was my first smut…sorry if it was like…garbage?
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bratphilia · 5 months
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taboo (w. afton x reader)
note: eeee its here its finally here.
pairing: steve raglan / william afton x reader
tags: age gap (reader is college age 18-21 and william is 45-50), step-father!william/steve, creepy behavior from william, smoking, masturbation, absolutely cliche plot, daddy kink, vibrators, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, squirting, rough sex
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your mom left for the weekend to go on a small trip with her girlfriends. leaving you with him.
him being your weird, undeniably hot step-dad, steve. weird in the sense that he seemed to be out of touch with reality sometimes, erratic, and impulsive. you never quite understood how your mom stands him, but you can definitely get it looks-wise.
it's friday when your mom leaves, coincidentally the same time you had class, until around 7pm. you come back home around 7:30 to the smell of pizza. there's a box of it sitting on the island.
"steve?" you call out.
"oh, hey!" he says, he's watching tv with a beer in hand as he turns his head around to face you. "how was class? i took the liberty of ordering out."
you grab a paper plate left next to the box. "it was fine, boring lecture, though. thanks, by the way."
"no problem, kid."
kid. ugh, reality slapped you in the face. he's just not into you.
you sit on the opposite end of the couch, watching tv while eating your slice. you notice steve's leg bouncing up and down, clearly agitated or anxious about something. you decide not to say anything.
then, "hey, mind if i go out and have a cigarette?" he asks, already getting up to find his carton of cigarettes in one of the cabinets.
"oh, not at all..." you mumble mindlessly, not thinking much about it.
then he stops halfway from the glass sliding door. "wanna come with me?"
your brow furrows as you look up at him. "sure?"
he laughs a little. "c'mon, we can share it."
you gulp. you've never had a cigarette before. gingerly, you get up and follow him out the door. the backyard patio is a nice setup. there are two metal chairs with a table in between and the both of you sit across from each other.
you watch him as he lights the end of a cigarette and holds it between his pointer and middle finger while he inhales. he looks at you when he exhales with a look of amusement and you realize that you've been staring.
"nervous?" he asks.
"yeah, a little," you say truthfully.
"it'll be fine, just take it slow, alright?" he tells you, passing it over. your fingers brush slightly against his.
you look down at the cigarette, then bring it to your lips and inhale. the smoke is harsh and alien-feeling on your throat. then you feel overcome with an admittedly pleasurable buzz all over your body. it's strong enough that you can't feel your lips, and you don't trust your ability to speak either. you pull it out of your mouth and exhale, watching a cloud of smoke blow from your lips.
steve laughs. you must look visibly shaken. it takes everything in you not to cough, so you clear your throat quietly.
"like it?" he asks.
"y-yeah," you answer in a small, broken voice.
"i'm willing to share with you this weekend, but you absolutely cannot tell your mother. got it?" he says rather sternly. you nod in response.
the two of you finish the cigarette, passing it back and forth after your respective hits. he takes the deflated stick and throws it in a bush. "i'm going to head off to bed. goodnight."
"okay, goodnight," you call, following suit.
in the safe darkness of your room, you cover your mouth as you rub your clit with one pinching your nipple. you think about steve's hands doing this to you. in fact, you think about that a lot.
you think about his beard scratching against your soft skin. his scent, cheap cologne and cigarettes. you think about what he tastes like, the aftermath of smoking and a taste that's just exclusive to him.
you come thinking about it.
on saturday morning, you decide to take a bath to calm you down from how he had you all riled you up last night. you can't stop thinking about it, though. the small touch of your fingers brushing against his has you craving more.
"you absolutely cannot tell your mother. got it?" fuck.
your hand itches to touch yourself. you try to snap out of it by playing music from your phone, but nothing helps. at this point, you should just get out. there's no point anymore.
once the water is drained and you're out of the bathtub, your heart sinks.
there's no towels left.
fuck my life, you think. you quietly open the door and try to go unnoticed as you slip away into the laundry room, leaving puddles of water in your wake.
to make matters even worse, steve is there, seemingly repairing the washing machine while muttering curses to himself. you forgot he has a bachelor's in engineering. what do you even do in the situation?
"uhm," ask in a small voice, "are there... any towels i can use?"
"yeah, there should be some..." he trails off when he looks at you, then clears his throat, "...in the dryer."
steve drinks in your appearance. your young body is nothing compared to anything he's seen before, and it goes straight to his cock. he tries his best not to rake his eyes up and down your body, but you're from a distance that he can see your breasts when he looks you in the eye.
"here, i'll get one for you," he mutters, feeling very much like a creepy old man, and begrudgingly pulls his attention away from you and opens the dryer.
he stands to full height and walks towards you impossibly slow. you look up at him with a quivering lip. god, you're gorgeous, he thinks. he hands you the towel and pretends to get back to what he's doing.
while you're walking away, you can't help feel like you're being watched. and you're right, by the way. your whole body shivers.
you avoid steve the rest of the day, absolutely mortified.
on sunday, you're losing your fucking mind.
your personal vibrator sits between your legs and you're practically sobbing into your pillow. you've come at least three times so far. you just can't stop thinking about steve, and it almost hurts. not just from the overstimulation, but how wrong it is to feel this way about him.
you can feel the wet spot on your bed, from inside you and your own sweat. with an uncontrollably loud "ughhh" you come again for the fourth time. the door, thank god, is closed in the hopes that someone won't disturb you.
the noise of your vibrator and the noises you're making drowns out the sound of a knock on your door.
"just as i thought," steve says smugly.
you throw the pillow away from your face to reveal him standing in the doorway. your first instinct is to hide the vibrator in the sheet and cross your legs.
"uh-uh, don't do that," he says coldly, making his way towards you swiftly and sitting on the bed next to your legs.
he reaches over your body and snatches the vibrator and examines its wand-shaped figure intently. then he puts it in his mouth and moans at the taste, practically slurping up your juices. he pulls away muttering a "so sweet."
you feel like hiding your face back in the pillow when he looks at you. "what am i going to do with you, sweetheart?"
"please," you whisper, "i need you so bad, please."
and steve fucking laughs at you. "don't i know it."
he reaches a hand and feels the sheets, specifically the wet spots where you came multiple times. "what a mess you made," he says in mock astonishment, and he can't just be talking about the sheets.
you rub your thighs together and whimper, grabbing his attention. "can't believe you'd rather fuck yourself on this silly thing rather than just asking for what you want."
you want to roll your eyes. much easier said than done.
before you know it the vibrator springs to life with a low humming sound that makes your clit twitch. steve asks, no, commands you to "spread your fucking legs" for him. you do what he says embarrassingly instantly, but you can't find it in you to really care.
he teases you by running the vibrator up and down your slit, making your back arch. "please," you whine, drawing out the syllables of the word. 
"what do you need, precious?" he asks, cocking his head. 
you can barely speak. you grasp around his wrist trying to move his hand up north to your clit but his strength is unmatched. "gonna have to tell me what you want, beautiful. i can't read your mind." 
his pace and placement is set purposefully to tease you, to keep you on the edge waiting for what you want. you're too embarrassed to vocalize it.
"tell me, baby, i know what you want." 
you run your tongue across your lip. "need it on my clit, please." 
"yeah?" he uses his free hand to pull back the hold protecting your clit and moves the vibrator upwards so it hits on the sensitive nerves. "need it right here?"
"daddy! yes — ah!" you cry out in agony. it comes out before you can think twice. you've always refused to refer to him as "dad."
steve flashes you a wolfish grin. "oh, so now i'm your daddy, huh? wonder what changed." 
he moves the vibrator in tight circles. you moan out helplessly, gripping the sheets so hard that the threads might pull loose. and before you know it, you're squirting on his hand, the sheets, and even a little on his pants and shirt. 
"filthy thing, making a mess all over daddy," he tsks but doesn't pull the vibrator away from you.
"'m sorry," you mumble. 
he keeps the vibrator at your exposed clit. "love it so much, daddy!" you cry out drunkly. 
"yeah? love it so much?" he mocks your high pitched voice, pressing the vibrator impossibly hard against your clit and keeping it still there.
you're coming again, juices leaking out of your pussy. you thrash your head around when he doesn't let up. "daddy, please stop."
you try closing your legs around the vibrator and tugging at his wrist again but he simply opens your legs back up with those big hands. he decides you've had enough torture after another orgasm and turns off the vibrator, discarding it along with his clothes. 
steve climbs on the bed on his knees so he's placed above you. he takes both of your legs and throws them over his shoulders, plunging his cock inside you. he isn't gentle at all, nothing like you've imagined. he's fucking you roughly with reckless abandon.
"look at you, you fucking slut," he snarls at you, baring his teeth. "so horny over your step-daddy. disgusting." 
"yesss," you moan. "so horny for you, daddy."
he's chuckling breathlessly. "stupid fucking whore even knows it. isn't that right, sweetie?" 
you mumble an "mhm" that gets drawn out on a particularly hard thrust. his hips slam against your elevated ass and your arch your back, closing your eyes tightly. 
his cock is hitting a certain spot that has you moaning and crying out beyond your control. you can tell he's close as well as his thrusts are breaking their pattern. "tell me how much you want to come, baby."
"need to — ahn — come so badly, daddy!" you're surprised you can even speak at this point. 
steve places one of your legs down to free hus hand so he can rub at your clit in rough, side to side strokes. you're gone. coming with a loud "steve!"
he groans as his thrusts grow rapid for a brief moment. your body goes limp as you let him use your pussy to get off. he buries himself deep inside you and comes. spurts of his ejaculate shoot inside you and you moan, loving the feeling.
wordlessly, steve crawls on the space on the bed next to you and starts playing with your hair. you stare at the ceiling. "am i actually a slut?" you wonder out loud.
"no, honey," he sighs. "daddy just says things like that when he's riled up."
he pulls you in for an affectionate kiss, your first one together. it's slow, no tongue, but lasts long. 
"i'm going to head to the corner store and get you a plan b, then we can take a bath together when i get back. okay?" he tells you.
we. you like the sound of that. love it, even. 
"okay," you confirm, stomach fluttering at how nice he's being. 
on monday morning, you wake up to find the space next to you on your bed empty. he carried you to your room and you fell asleep on his chest after the bath. 
you walk down the stairs and two voices become audible. your mom is home. 
steve kisses her on the cheek. your blood boils and your fists clench as reality sets back in. 
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tojigasm · 2 months
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Could I request felix fingering reader while being soft with her?
"Someone's antsy, huh." Felix smiles, thumb circling over your clit.
You nod with a choked whimper – voice so soft and broken with restraint that Felix fucking laughs.
Hooking his pointer and middle finger against your gummy walls, he nips at your jaw from behind you.
You're situated with your back to his chest, soft thighs spread open over his thick ones.
"Yeah," his voice drops an octave against the back of your head, and you nearly keen at the shiver that runs down your spine. "Just needed someone to pay attention t'you, huh sweet girl."
When you don't reply beyond another pant, he begins to circle the pad of his thumb over your clip in uncomfortable circles.
"Mhm, mhm." Your hand jolts to wrap around his wrist, littered with thick veins that pulse under your touch. "Yes, yes."
"Yes, what?" He spreads his legs out under you forcing you to sink deeper into his hold and his fingers to sink to the knuckle within your sopping cunt.
"Yes, Daddy. J-just haa – just needed attention, Daddy." You drop your head against his shoulder, and he soothes you some with a soft kiss to your temple.
His thumb presses against your clit and rolls you into your orgasm with a hitched squeal.
You're immediately clenching around his digits and growing taught in his hold as you ride it out on the gentle massage of his fingers.
Felix chuckles against your temple, pressing kisses to your clammy skin ever so often.
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heeliopheelia · 6 months
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"mind saying that again?" (heeseung x reader)
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genre: fluff word count: 0.7k requested by @icydawon ♡
warnings: suggestive towards the end!!
a/n: okay look idk what the fuck possessed me to end this drabble on such note but i couldn't help it 🤷‍♀️ i planned to keep it completely pg13 but my weakness for affection starved men took over again...
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With a giggle, you fiddle with the cool ring decorating his middle finger. You're too flustered to meet your boyfriend's gaze, and good for you because if you had, you'd probably end up burning in place at the softness twinkling in Heeseung's eyes as he looked at you.
His thumb rubs the skin of your hand gently before the two of you come to a halt in front of the bricked building of your apartment block.
"Well, text me when you get home, okay?" You ask, finally letting go of his hand and trying not to shiver at the sudden coolness of the crisp fall air hitting your warmed up palm. You tilt your head up to meet his pretty smile. "I won't fall asleep unless I'm sure you made it without getting yourself kidnapped. You're too pretty to walk alone at such hour, you know?"
He lets you pinch his cheek softly before he captures it in his own and moves it to his mouth to brush his lips over your knuckles.
"I'll make sure to do so. Wouldn't want my princess to lose her beauty sleep because of me, would I?"
You raise on your toes to press one last kiss to his cheek. "See you later. Love you."
Your whole world seems to come to a stop as you watch Heeseung's eyes widen with surprise. You suck in a sharp breath, realizing that you mindlessly blurted out the words that have been sitting heavily on your tongue for the past couple months.
Instantly flushing one more time this night, you raise your hand up and try to tuck the hair that the wind's carelessly messed up behind your burning ear.
"I- Uhm, yeah. You know," you stumble out, avoiding his gaze at all cost.
With his thumb and pointer finger, he lifts your chin up and holds it still as he watches the bashful expression blossoming on your face. He hums, eyes glistening at your state and he feels his heart swelling with adoration.
"Mind saying that again, love?"
"I love you too," he says with an uncontained grin. "Damn, you beat me to it. Wanted to be the first one to say it to you."
His voice only makes you weaker in the knees and you hate yourself for responding so eagerly to each and every word of his even after nearly a year of dating.
Feeling your face heating up and betraying you mercilessly, you slither out of his grasp and throw yourself on his body in an attempt to hide your flustered self. Burying your face in his chest, you can feel it vibrating with laughter as he wraps his arms around you loosely and presses his lips to the crown of your head.
"Shut up," you mumble into his chest but tighten your grip on his nonetheless.
"Oh, come on. Say it again, angel," he teases giddily, cold hands slipping underneath your jacket and hitching your sweater up, causing a rush of shivers to run down your spine as his fingers touch your warm skin. "Don't be mean, I've waited so long to hear it from you."
You scoff and pull away from him, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, really? How long?"
"So fucking long it's actually pathetic," he admits and pulls you close by your waist again.
You smile up at him, hand reaching up to cradle his cheek as you raise to your toes and lean up. "Well, if that's the case then I guess it wouldn't be fair of me to keep you on your toes for any longer," you whisper, mouth brushing against his as you press butterfly kisses one after another on his pink lips. "I love you, Heeseung."
And he fucking melts. He squeezes your middle as he ducks down and quickly captures your lips in a full kiss. You gasp in surprise at your boyfriend's sudden rush of eager affection and try to keep up with his greedy mouth.
"Say it again," he whispers into the kiss, hands coming up to cup your face and angle it better for him to suck your bottom lip absolutely maniacally. You're barely present, mind far away in the clouds as he repeats his words with a sudden neediness. "Say it."
And you do, tangling your fingers in his thick hair. "I love you."
"Again."
"Heeseung!" You gasp into his mouth, head dizzy from the lack of air in your lungs.
"C'mon, baby. It's just three words, you can do it."
"I love you."
And with a whine strangled in his throat, he pushes you backwards until you're leaned against the front door of your apartment block, shaky hands raking your pockets in a search for the keys.
"I love you too. More than anything else."
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elliesbarbie · 6 months
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hands to herself e.williams
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title: hands to herself wc: 3.8k
characters: fwb!ellie williams x fem!reader
warnings: drinking, drug-use (weed), ellie being clingy as hell, public sex, cockblocking.., sub!ellie and dom!reader for like a second if u squint, dom!ellie and sub!reader, pet names (baby, angel, slut) edging, face-sitting, tribbing
summary: ellie thinks you look a little too good in that bikini you chose to wear for the annual best friend vacay and can’t keep her hands off you
a/n: this is way longer than i intended it to be…. the smut is there….. i promise….. proofread SLIGHTLY will probably make changes as time goes on. lmk if i missed anything!
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you were the last one to get to the beach house. you had some complications with your car leading to you arriving a whole 3 hours late.
you were pissed to say the least.
exam season had just ended and you were so ready for your only worry to be about what swimsuit you were going to wear for the next few hours, definitely not finding out what the number for roadside assistance was.
with a long sigh you pull into the driveway, as you turn off your car you let your head fall onto the steering wheel. there’s only a brief moment of silence before you hear an excited yell coming from in front of you. you look up to find, dina, one of your best friends since high school, peaking her body through the front door and urging you to come in.
“y/n!! finally, you’re here! come in!!” dina yells and quickly turns her head over her shoulder, “jesse come help y/n with her things!” you smile, already feeling better, this is exactly what you needed after what felt like days of driving.
you turn off your headlights and get out of your car, “what’s up, y/n?” you see jesse smirk at you and slide behind dina to help you with your things. “definitely not my mood” you grumble, hardly holding back your smile as he gives you a side hug.
“hey, none of that shit, you’re here now, be happy” he draws a smile on his face with his two pointer fingers and starts on your luggage. you laugh to yourself and start to stretch your arms, you had your body in the same position for like 4 hours, you felt like a rusted slinky.
“i can get my stuff ya know” you say, coming out of your much-needed stretch, “dina will drown me in the pool if she sees you with any of this, so i got it” jesse’s words sound strained as he begins to walk into the house with two of your bags on each of his arms and you give a quick thank you.
“hey,” ellie says, her voice coming from behind you, “thought you’d need this” you quickly turn around to see her with her arm extended, holding a blunt out to you, well, rather what was left of it.
“ellie” you feel even more annoyed, “you left me like one hit” you felt yourself grow more upset until you can’t help but laugh as you take the blunt from her hand and take a hit.
“it’s the thought that counts, no?” she laughs and crosses her arms. as you exhale you give yourself a chance to look at ellie and you notice she’s already wearing her swimsuit, a black sports bra and black to green gradient swim trunks, you can see her toned stomach and muscular arms…
this is exactly the vacation you needed.
“my eyes are up here, perv” ellie smirks and steps closer to you. she wraps her right arm around your waist and puts her mouth to your ear, “dina’s watching us, let’s not give ourselves away” she lets go and heads toward the front door “c'mon” ellie flicks her head toward the door and you follow with a smile.
she’s too smooth for her own good you think to yourself as you enter the huge beach house that you and your friends rent every year.
you and ellie had history. ever since you two were in middle school, ellie would always get jealous of the other friends you had and you found yourself jealous of the girls ellie dated. then in high school is when you started questioning your feelings for her.
during a sleepover, you guys had gotten to the point of having that deep conversation at 2 AM and you ended up admitting that you had never done anything with anyone. to this, ellie laughed, not at you but at the fact that she thought you were lying straight to her face. cause in what world would no one have made a move on you yet? she knew the only reason she hadn’t was because she never wanted to ruin the friendship you guys had but when you finally were honest with each other, your friendship developed into something more.
to this day you don’t remember exactly how it got brought up but eventually, that conversation sparked the question, “should we be friends with benefits?” and from that night on you two had a countless number of late-night meetups, quickies, and “bathroom breaks”. at first, it started out as “ellie is teaching me things so i don’t have to be embarrassed for my first time” into “ellie, i'm horny. let's fuck”.
as soon as you walked through the door, dina is greeting you with a big hug, “we’re gonna have the best time” she smirks and walks over to the kitchens island, “jesse’s putting your bags away in the room now and when he gets back the party begins so, y/n, i suggest you get ready” you can hear the excitement in her voice as she goes to make everyone drinks.
you laugh and make your way upstairs, catching a glance at ellie on the couch before opening the door to your room.
“you’re a fast worker, jesse, thank you” you say as jesse puts your last bag down and winks at you, “you know it! now don’t take too long getting ready, we’ve already been waiting forever” jesse yells as he walks out of your room and you don’t resist the urge to roll your eyes.
you open your bag to find the swimsuit ellie bought you for your birthday
perfect you think
you slip on the polyester bikini, take your hair down from your loose ponytail and you’re already out of your room. it fits you perfectly, it’s a pink string bikini that barely covers anything. just ellie’s type.
as you stride down the stairs you can feel ellie’s eyes on you. a little teasing wouldn’t hurt, would it? you think to yourself as you start to sway your hips. you can see her tense, this is the first time you're wearing this swimsuit since she got it for you.
you feel a sense of pride knowing the kind of effect you have on her.
"what's on the menu tonight, barista?" you lean over the marble-covered island making sure to accentuate your ass. dina turns around with the freshly made drinks in her hands, "pink gin spritz and strawberry mojitos" she carefully walks over to the sliding glass door, "gonna put these outside, meet us out there!" you see the door seamlessly open by itself until jesse appears, taking some of the drinks from dina to help her set on the outdoor bar.
before you can even comprehend the sound of rustling on the couch behind you, you feel a hand on your lower back. "knew you'd look fucking perfect in this" ellie breathes onto your neck, barely above a whisper. with her presence comes the smell of teakwood and weed.
her hand travels further down and rests on the small of your back right before your ass. "you're drivin' me crazy, babe" your breath hitches as her pointer finger hooks under one of the strings holding your bottoms on. "would be so easy to just," you can feel her finger start to work at the knot when you quickly shoo her hand away.
"dina and jesse are right outside, waiting for us mind you" when you turn around, ellie's face is inches away from yours. god, if it weren't for the pair outside you would be in her pants within seconds. her emerald eyes stare into yours with such lust your knees about give out.
“ellie” your voice drags. ellie moves her hands slowly from your hips to your waist. humming in response. her hands move higher and higher as they start to graze the bottom of your breasts, moving her thumbs back and forth, barely touching the tips of your areolas.
“so pretty” ellie hums, flicking her eyes between your tits and your eyes, practically giving you puppy dog eyes. you groan and clasp your hands around hers, pulling them away and to her side, “you said it yourself, let’s not give ourselves away” you start towards the sliding glass door and glance behind you, “keep it in your pants, williams”
she scoffs and follows you out.
the luminescent lights flood your vision as you step outside, there’s a cool breeze along with loud music, it’s honestly a beautiful sight. there’s lights hanging over the pool, connected to the patio, and even colorful lights in the pool. you spot jesse on one of the lounge chairs with a beer in hand and want a drink of your own.
walking over to the bar, you decide on a strawberry mojito and see ellie pop-up on the other side of the bar. “what are you drinking tonight?” you take a sip of your cocktail, humming in delight. “you” she says nonchalantly and you can’t help but laugh, “el, pick a drink, im getting in the pool” as you turn to walk over to the pool you can see ellie throw her head back, you’re loving this.
the cool water feels so good as you slowly step into the shallow end. you put your glass on the ledge and dip your shoulders under, leaving your head out of the water. you stand up and walk over to your drink, taking a sip before leaning your head on the ledge, watching ellie get into the pool. as her stomach reaches the cool water she hisses and her stomach tenses, at this rate you’re just about as horny as her. you break out of your daze when she fully submerges herself under water.
it feels like the music fades out when she comes up, her eyes lock with yours, she’s just so beautiful, especially in this lighting. her hair slicked back, freckles showing, flushed face, and her lips curling into a smile. she was just so gorgeous. you almost forgot your close friends were there when she walked towards you and spun you around, wrapping her arms around your waist and settling her head on your shoulder.
you wanted to kiss her so bad right now. you felt yourself grow needier and tried to push down the feeling of your clit pulsing, you needed some kind of friction. silently begging ellie to catch on. and it was like the gods heard your thoughts.
ellie’s knee pushed your legs apart, resting in-between the both of them. you tense, there’s a the tiniest bit of friction and it feels oh so good, but it’s not enough it just makes you more and more needy. you’re losing your train of thought when dina speaks up, “ellie sure is clingy tonight” she giggles as she gets in the pool with a huge flamingo floaty. “you know how she is when she gets high, dina” you’re trying to avoid any questions arising between the group, but ellie just makes things harder.
you can feel her arms loosen around your waist, only for them to find your hips. she buries her face in your neck and above above a whisper she asks you, “can i move them?” she gives your hips a tight squeeze to make sure you understood what she meant. you’re surprised with how fast you respond, turning your head to the side to avoid dina, “please” your hand grasps onto ellie’s and you can feel her smirk on your skin.
she starts out slowly, as to not being much attention to you guys. jesse had gotten in the water and was actively trying to flip dina off her float so it wasn’t hard to go unnoticed.
her hands grip to your side like her life depends on it, the thin layer of your bikini makes every movement feel more enhanced. your clit moved back and forth between the fabric of her swim trunks and onto her leg, the difference of texture making you ache.
“jesse stop!” dina yells and you both practically crack your necks looking over to them. dina was over jesses shoulder, hitting him on his back. “stop fussing! we’re at the beach, i wanna go to the beach” he makes his way over to the back screen door uses a hand to unlock it, “we’ll be down here if you need us!” jesse practically yells.
but you can barely hear him with ellie’s hands lingering ever so close to your pussy. she wastes no time in turning you to face her and places you two onto the stairs of the pool. she’s immediately on your neck, placing quick and sloppy kisses all over.
“such a fucking tease. dressed like this and not letting me touch you?” she hums into your neck, taking a breath in-between kisses to get her words out. you feel as if you’d float away if she let go of you. her hands were attached to your hips, grinding them harshly against her thigh. you moan into her touch and can feel the heat form between your legs.
“el-lie… hold on” you whine and that finally gets ellie’s attention. “what, babe? am i going too fast for you?” the auburn girl tilts her head, her voice dripping with sarcasm. a fake frown forms on her face before you respond. “not here, dina and jesse are- “ she cuts you off with a kiss, it’s slower this time, “gone. they’re all the way down at the beach, probably doing the exact thing we’re about to do, so…” ellie’s voice trails off as her thumb rubs over your pulsing clothed clit.
you shudder. “d-don’t bring them up right now” you sigh, arching your back into her. it’s your turn to kiss her now, tilting your head you kiss her slowly at first, wrapping your hands in her hair and tugging. ellie whines into your mouth and you pull her off your mouth.
she looked so good like this. face flushed, head tilted back, lips pink and swollen. her pupils were so dilated you were concerned for a second. only a second. before you lean into her ear and whisper, “want to fuck me in the hot tub?”
ellie practically moans at the thought. as you let go of her hair she grabs at the backs of your thighs and massages them. you gently remove her hands and slide off of her. “needy, huh? follow me, baby” you slowly climb up the steps and over the to the isolated pavilion on the other side of the porch.
ellie is following you like a puppy-dog, practically drooling at the sight of your now, wet body. that bathing suit was the perfect idea, she thought.
as you step into the hot tub, you groan. if you weren’t hot already, you were now. you barely get a chance to adjust when ellie wraps her hands around you to grope your tits. she’s pushing you into the back of the hot tub, you could feel a jet in front of you. “what do you think would happen if we turned this on…” ellie reaches one of her hands up and turns the jets on with a small press of a button.
the hot water hits your pussy and you physically jump back. it’s hits right on your clit, you’re a whining mess. “ellie…. el this is too much” you’re grabbing at her hands, her arms, the side of the tub, but nothing works. ellie continues on your tits, face submerged in the side of your neck, working on your jawline. “too much, angel? seeing you in this suit was too much for me, but you didn’t show me mercy, did you?” you moan.
“ah- i… just wanted to” your mind is scrambled, the pressure on your clit along with all the attention on your tits and neck almost makes you cum. and ellie can tell. just as you start to shake. ellie let’s you go.
you’ve never looked back quicker. it looks like ellie’s gone. you’re confused for a second until you see her submerge from the water, shake off her hair, and stare at your ass. “god damn” ellie looks up into your eyes while she slowly leans you forward, giving her full access to your ass. bent over the hot tub, she gropes your ass. gives it quick kisses and gentle smacks. “so pretty for me, such a fucking slut” she squats down in the water and uses her pointer finger to rub your throbbing clit.
“ellie, please. need it so bad” you grind your ass on her fingertip hoping for some kind of friction as you feel her slide your swim suit bottoms down your ass. “look at how wet you are for me” you can hear her smirk as she spreads your lips with her pointer and middle finger. you could practically cum on the spot.
“stand up for me, baby” as you move, ellie slides to sit under you and immediately brings your hips down. her lips connecting to your clit in seconds. sucking harshly, she grips your thighs, massaging them. “el… god, fuck!” you whine, grinding your hips on her face, her tongue flat against your pussy, letting you use her for your pleasure.
“that’s it baby, all needy for me” ellie moans on your clit. you can feel your orgasm catching up to you quickly, ellies tongue lapping at your wet hole and moving up to do quick circles on your sensitive nerve has you trembling in seconds. “ellie! ellie! fuck!” you ride out your orgasm on her tongue while you try to relax your breathing.
ellie gives your clit a quick kiss before slowly bringing you back down into the water. “so good for me, angel, always so pretty” ellie whispers into your ear and cups your face with her hands, dragging you in for a kiss. you eagerly slip your tongue into her mouth. when you break away there’s a string of saliva connecting the two of you.
“ellie, you’re pretty too, you know” tilting your head, it’s your turn to make her feel good.
“was thinking about you, earlier” you slowly grind your hips against her trunks, she spreads her legs slowly, allowing more access. “oh yeah?” ellie smirks and your hands travel to her toned stomach.
“thought about… your abs and your arms” your hands roam her body. “touching me..” you whimper as ellie’s hips move up to meet yours, in slow thrusts. she whispers curses under her breath. she somehow maneuvers her hands under you and slips off her swim trunks, shuddering at the heat of the water.
“fuck, baby, you’re killing me” ellie leans her head back when your hips speed up, you lean forward to kiss on her neck. sucking at her sensitive skin, you can feel her moan, “come on, make me cum, angel” ellie’s hands are in your hair when your lips travel up to meet hers.
your hands eagerly grope her clothed tits as her head falls back again “f-uuuck, baby, im close” your hips speed up as she tightly grips at your hips. her head is cuddling into your shoulder as she finally comes down from her own orgasm and you follow close behind her.
you become a whining mess in her mouth. chanting her name, yet again, and she loves every second of it.
“always so good for me” ellie takes your hands in hers and pulls them down to her side. you lean down and kiss her, “remind me not to wear this suit in front of you again” you giggle and see ellie scoff.
“please, i already know what your next birthday gift will be”
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Kyle ‚Gaz‘ Garrick x chubby!Reader
"Have you ever been fucked like this, angel?" Gaz asked, voice soft in her ear as his fingers finally pushed aside the lace and dipped into her.
Content: shameless porn without plot, dating apps, strangers to lovers, blowjob, fingering, semi-public sex, spit as lube, safe sex, flirting
Word Count: 3k
Notes: I was tired and horny last night so I decided to write some Gaz smut. Would you swipe for a match ? 👀
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"Fuck," Gaz murmured, both hands tangled in her hair. His eyes were liquid pools of ink from this angle, the fluorescent exit sign above his head casting a halo of green light around the short-shaven hair. 
There was no doubt that her knees would be bruised come morning, especially with how eager she had been. But could anyone really blame her? 
Kyle Garrick looked like he had jumped straight from a glossy modeling agency portfolio onto the dating app she‘d been idling through. 
Friends call me Gaz. 29. Single. Travel a lot for work, so looking for something fun and casual. 
That had been everything, and she‘d never swiped a match faster in her entire life. 
No red flags in his gallery either, just some group pictures with equally beefy and handsome guys, then a couple shots of him at a bar or in the desert somewhere, playing cards. 
Fun and casual. That‘s what she wanted, no, needed. Something to get her mind off work and unwind, sneak in a little orgasm or two. 
She‘d put on a dark red lipstick, drawn the best cat eyeliner her shaky hands could manage (the mere prospect of meeting and hooking up with a guy of his caliber was enough to make her nervous) and even unearthed a never-before worn set of lingerie from the depths of her drawers.
Gaz pulled her back to her feet hastily, her mouth releasing his rock-solid cock with an audible little suction noise. There were blood red smudges all over his lower stomach and short pubic hair, and the sight made her smirk in triumph.
She didn’t really know him, wasn’t sure if he had made plans for tonight beyond their date - but even if another woman undressed him right after he‘d finished with her, there would be no doubt at all that she‘d been here first. Sucked his soul straight out of him while she‘d been at it.
His strong hands steadied her for a moment, mouth descending on hers as Gaz slipped his tongue between her lips, then completely took the reigns. He tasted nice, like mint and the espresso martini they’d shared - his hands were careful as they roamed all over her body, massaging the soft skin over her hips and waist before sliding up to the crop top she‘d slipped on. 
A quick tug made the soft material slide down over her breasts, exposing her lace-covered chest. The neckline strained, trying to push her tits up as Gaz‘ hungry gaze roamed all over her skin, roughened fingertips playing with her nipples through the bra as she let her head drop to the side, breathing heavily. 
He immediately attacked the side of her neck, peppering kisses and licks all over sensitive skin and drew her in closer. Their bodies pressed together once more, his hands unable to keep still as she panted soft breaths into the otherwise empty restroom. 
The short, flowy skirt didn’t pose much of a barrier when Gaz decided to palm her ass next, never letting up the work he was doing with his mouth. Soft lips moved over her shoulder, then collarbone - teeth nipping at the delicate bones there. The sensation made her knees buckle, but he was still there, tightening his appreciative grip on her ass. 
She giggled, but her breath quickly caught in the back of her throat as his fingers slid around the plump cheeks and lower, until he was met with more wet lace and heat.
She‘d gotten so worked up that her core and thighs were damp, underwear squishy from her slick juices. Cheeks burning, she moaned quietly as his middle and pointer finger rubbed right over her opening from behind, with enough pressure to send sparks up and down her spine. 
Hips jerking, she tried to get more friction on her clit, already opened her mouth to demand that he should just rip her stupid panties off - but then also made the mistake of looking right into his dark eyes, the fire and hunger there enough to set a whole town ablaze.
"Made for me, hm?" He mumbled, long eyelashes dancing over his cheekbones as he crowded her back against the low sink. "C‘mon love, have a look."
Confused, she turned her head from where she‘d partially hidden it in his crisp white button up shirt. She was met with the pristine mirror that ran all the way across the wall. Black tiles and the neon lights of the contemporary restaurant gave this space a futuristic, almost eery look.
The fact that anyone could come in at any given moment made her thighs clench together, and the answering smirk he gave her said that he knew exactly where her thoughts had strayed. Her ass was exposed, long fingers disappearing between her folds from behind. She hadn‘t realized how much her back had arched for him, how much he loomed over her. 
Gaz met her eyes in their joint reflection, then started sucking on her neck again, focus never leaving her. She gasped softly, overwhelmed. Being confronted with her own flushed face, the contrast between her soft body and his muscular arms flexing with each circle and push of his fingers- hell, she was going to go insane. 
"Have you ever been fucked like this, angel?" Gaz asked, voice soft in her ear as his fingers finally pushed aside the lace and dipped into her. Just the tips, circling, stretching.
"No," she whispered back, hiding her face in his shirt again. Faintly, she wondered if she‘d leave more evidence of her on him like this, but before she could do much else, Gaz let out a little disapproving noise.
"No hiding," he chided, but she just shook her head in response and pressed herself more firmly against him.
"No?" Gaz asked, voice amused now. His fingers stilled, then withdrew. The noise of protest got stuck in her throat, because his long fingers wrapped themselves around her hips instead and lifted her up onto the cold bathroom counter. "We‘ll leave it for a next time then, eh? Don‘t have much time now."
Shit, she‘d completely forgotten about the other people dining outside, blocking out their murmurs and laughs in favor of getting her hands and mouth on Gaz. 
"Next time," she agreed with a nod, drawing him closer between her thighs and locking her ankles behind his ass. His cock was still out, dark slacks pushed down just enough to reveal his length. 
"Got a condom?"
Impatiently, she rummaged through the small designer handbag she‘d tossed next to the sink earlier, then pulled one out. Gaz took it from her, tearing into it with his teeth, eyes never leaving her face. She watched as he slid it on, the extra lube squelching slightly as he pumped himself a handful of times. 
Fuck, she really wished he hadn’t stopped her earlier, he probably tasted as good as he looked.
"We gotta hurry!" She urged him quietly, and Gaz chuckled, roughly grabbing her waist and pulling her lower half towards him in one quick jerk.
"Patience. I don‘t want to hurt you."
"You won‘t," she assured him, not entirely confident that it was true. Gaz was long, and perfectly proportionate to his body. She hadn‘t been with anyone in quite a long time, but hoped that her wetness would counter the lack of stretching beforehand. She put on her best, innocent smile. "I wanted to end up right here the whole night."
"Yeah?" He smiled back, leaning forward until his soft lips captured hers again. 
Gaz kissed like a drowning man craves air, like a starving man looked at a hot plate of food. Without restraint, with need, desperation. 
The ring on his pinky finger was cool against her nape as Gaz drew her in close, and her fingernails dug into his sides as his cock nudged against her entrance. It took them a few tries, and then she guided him inside, hissing a little. It was a lot, the pressure and heat of him overwhelming. 
Gaz stilled, even going as far as disrupting their kiss but she was having none of it. The ankles that she still held locked behind him were the perfect way to push him closer, deeper, home.
They both groaned, and she let her head fall back against the cool surface of the mirror, breathing heavily. He didn���t give her much time, growling a little under his breath about bratty pretty girls, then pushed all the way in. 
The fucking that followed couldn’t be described as anything other than hot, fast and sloppy. Gaz moved her hips towards him with each of his thrusts, going deeper until she had to hold onto his shoulder for some resemblance of control. 
She‘d had sex where the men had practically hammered into her cervix until she was sore and cranky afterwards. But Gaz seemed to know exactly what he was doing, never going too deep, instead switching up his angle so that the drag at her entrance felt more intense. 
Her thighs trembled around his waist, her other hand against the mirror over her head to try and bounce back on him. Quiet, wet noises filled the bathroom whenever he drove himself forward again, alternating between looking at her glazed over eyes and the sweet pussy that gripped him in all the ways he‘d been craving since coming back from deployment. 
Gaz couldn’t resist, couldn‘t hold back the impulse long enough to ask her if she was okay with it - but then again, she‘d told him to hurry up, hadn’t she? 
So he dragged her skirt up higher, until all of her puffy glistening skin was on display, then spat right where his cock disappeared into her. 
She let out a tiny squeak at the sensation, then moaned when his thumb started drawing hasty, messy circles over her swollen clit. 
"Better be quiet, angel," Gaz panted, and she nodded frantically, biting her blood red lips. She‘d already smeared lipstick all over him during the blowjob earlier, he could see the transfer on the insides of her thighs. It was quite possibly the hottest, most possessive thing he‘d ever had the pleasure of witnessing. 
He could feel her walls tightening rhythmically, how her toes curled behind his back. She squeezed her eyes shut harder, the make up there a little smudged from tears of pleasure. 
Gaz lost his rhythm as she climaxed, twitching around him and he had to force himself to muffle her noises with his mouth, as much as he wanted to hear that sultry voice moan his name. 
It didn‘t take much more for him to come too, but the last straw were her soft arms as they wrapped around his shoulders, her face pressed to his neck.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry," she panted softly, squeaked with each deep thrust. It made him laugh, breathless, then pick up the pace one last time. Gaz could feel the tingling sensation in his groin spread all over his lower abdomen, how his knees wanted to lock up from the impending release. 
Two jerky thrusts later he was spilling himself inside the condom with a grunt. 
She held him closer still, shaking as her small fingers ran through his short curls.
Gaz tried to relax, to be normal about this. He‘d wanted something fun, something for a night and nothing more. But god damn it, she felt so good around him, still tight despite everything. And her soft laugh, and soft body and soft eyes made him want to sink into her embrace further, take a rest until all was well in the world.
She held back a wince as he withdrew, the cool air of the bathroom hitting her still wet core uncomfortably. She didn’t miss the way his dark eyes roamed all over her form, but now that they‘d finished she felt a little shy to be all spread out like this. 
So she closed her thighs, then pulled her skirt down. Her panties had disappeared somewhere, and she couldn’t even remember when Gaz had taken them off. Before she could ask, loud voices neared the bathroom door, and she quickly jumped down from the counter, instinctively reaching up to fix her hair. 
Gaz looked completely unruffled, simply tucked his now softened cock into his slacks, then shot her a wink in the mirror as she fretted over the smudged lipstick and mascara. She looked fucked, and flushed and alive. 
The door burst open, revealing a gaggle of young women that all stopped short at the sight of Gaz in the girls restroom. 
He held up his hands in a gesture of surrender. 
"Sorry, ladies," he smiled that devastating smile of his. "But my girlfriend got a little sick, so I wanted to check in on her."
She shot him a glare in the mirror, but the other women starting cooing in approval over such an attentive boyfriend, one of them even digging around her purse for some wet wipes and painkillers. Accepting their kindness with a grimace of a smile, she grabbed Gaz‘ hand and dragged him out of the bathroom, then the restaurant. 
The waiter threw them a confused look, since they‘d paid quite a while ago, but wished them a good night regardless. 
Feeling a bit awkward, she tugged her skirt down over and over again - hoping and praying that no sudden gust of wind would expose her nakedness to the busy nightlife around them. Gaz seemed completely at ease, scanning the crowds. 
"Would you like to go grab some more drinks somewhere?" He smiled down at her, eyes crinkling as he tugged her closer by the arm when a rowdy group of men squeezed past. What they had just done hung between them, like a tangible object. Her heartrate was still up, disbelief over the fact that they had gotten away with fucking in a random bathroom written all over her face. 
Gaz found it adorable. He‘d gotten a little bit of a taste for semi-public sex during basic training, the showers and barracks the only places with any semblance of privacy. 
Just as he opened his mouth again to offer drinks at his place instead, a text message came through noisily. 
Annoyed, he fished out his phone and saw that he had missed two calls from Price. The message was short, a request to get back to the Captain as soon as possible. 
Inwardly groaning, Gaz shot the beautiful woman in front of him an apologetic look. He‘d briefly mentioned that he worked for the military after she‘d inquired about his desert picture on the dating app… but this was precisely why he couldn’t have anything that resembled a normal relationship. He wouldn’t be surprised if Price was requesting him back for the next big mission. Gaz hadn‘t even unpacked his duffle bag yet. 
"Sorry love, do you mind if I give my boss a call back real quick?"
She looked a little disappointed but waved him off, assuring him that it was no problem. Gaz took a few steps away from her, and she admired the lean lines of his body. A body she‘d felt pressed all over her only minutes before, a body she‘d tasted and marked up as her own for the night.
His shoulders straightened out at whatever was being said, and she wondered what kind of superior called their employee at half past nine on a Saturday. Someone important no doubt, judging by the apologetic look in his eyes when he turned back towards her.
She knew what that expression meant - Gaz scratched the back of his head, haltingly explaining that he needed to leave immediately. 
"Where are you off to?" She asked, a little hurt. They‘d only met up for a casual date, but she really liked his quiet confidence, his humor, those deep chocolate eyes. Had hoped that she would get to take him home for a round two, so that she could memorize him before inevitably saying goodbye. 
"Sudan," he answered, bluntly. She blinked. Gaz smiled, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. 
"I had a really good time tonight. Did you enjoy yourself?"
A little dumbfounded, she nodded. He took the opportunity and leaned down, kissing her slightly parted lips softly before drawing back up to his full height. 
"We could do this again some time?" She asked, hesitantly. Gaz‘ expression didn’t change, but she had little hope that he‘d take her up on the offer. Something fun and casual his bio had said. "After- after you‘re back, I mean." 
He winked, then nudged her chin up with one of his fingers.
"Sure thing, angel. I‘ll show you how fun a mirror can be, hm?"
His last words were little more than a purr. Now it was her that stood up on her tiptoes, and kissed him. Kyle Garrick was simply irresistible, even when he was trying to make her feel flustered in public. And it felt natural with him, an easy connection between them. 
"Be safe," she grinned, not yet realizing how much he and all of the TF141 really needed good wishes like that. "And don‘t be a stranger."
"See you," he smiled back, then watched her as she turned away from him. She threw her shoulders back, quickly walking down the busy street, and only turned back towards where she had left him at the next pedestrian crossing. Gaz was still watching her, watching her exposed legs and swaying skirt as she walked.
As soon as he noticed that he‘d been caught, he threw her a boyish grin. 
Butterflies erupted in her stomach, and she quickly ducked her head, hurrying home and texting her best friend about her crazy afternoon on the bus. 
Before she could finish her string of texts, a new notification came through on the dating app. She opened it, smiling some more when she read Gaz‘s message, swiping away the new matches. 
KG: Couldn‘t help it, you should see how you look in that skirt. 
Biting her lip, her thumbs hovered for a moment. Another text came through straight after the first.
KG: Or on your knees for that matter. 
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Summary: Anon request - "can you PLEASEE give us something super smutty, super kinky, halloween themed either both sam and colby or just colby. kinda like the halloween one you did for sam?"
Basically, this will be reader at a Halloween party and they decide to mess with an ouija board and Colby gets attached to reader, but doesn't reveal himself until reader is home.
Warnings: SMUT18+, Strong language, alcohol consumption, drunk actions, demon! Colby possesses reader, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (both), choking, hair pulling, scratching, filth
Word count: 4.7k | somewhat edited
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“Alright guys.” Ray says as he claps to get everyone’s attention, “Halloween game time.”
You walk into the living room, shocked at what you see, "No." You hold up your hand, pointing to the board lying in the middle of the circle, "No. fucking. Way."
The group groans, trying to convince you, "Come on, you really believe in that?" One says. Another chimes in, "It's all fake anyway."
You roll your eyes, "You have no idea what you're messing with. Plus, you all are fucking drunk."
"Come on." Your best friend, Amelia grabs your wrist as you stand up, "You don't have to touch it, but just stay with me.." she laughs slightly, "Moral support."
"You know this could get bad. Fast." You whisper as you lean in, “I am always saying how these things are a bad idea.”
“Can you please just stay.” She more or less demands, and you lean into her, squinting, "You're scared, aren’t you?”
She scoffs, "N-no.. u just.. can you just please?"
You sigh, "Fine. Fine. But I'm not touching that thing."
You sit there, watching as the guys across from you argue about how to get started.
"How do you- where's the instructions?"
You sigh, "You're supposed to cleanse the board first, and it would be better if you would stop-" you watch as someone spills alcohol on the board and you sigh, "Drinking."
"Lighten up, y/n." Sam says nudging you, "What? Are you afraid that we'll let all the dark spirits in?" He laughs, "Hell is empty tonight. So.." he leans over, "Can't summon something if it's already here, right?"
You rolled your eyes, you felt like the only sober one there.
"Alright, everyone, one finger on.. this thing." Ray says pointing to the pointer, "oh, and someone kill the lights."
You close your eyes one the lights flick off and everyone but you puts a finger on the pointer.
"Just do it."
You look at Amelia, "Did you say something?" She shakes her head, "No." you look over at Sam, "Did you say something?" He shakes his head, "No." a smirk grows on his face, "Hearing things already?"
You roll your eyes and sigh, "Fine. Fine." You lean forward, laying your pointer finger on the pointer, "Fuck me."
"Trust me.."
You close your eyes, shaking your head. You regret even being at this party.
You want to take your finger off the pointer but you physically can't.
It's like it's glued there.
Stuck.
"If there is any spirits here, we'd like to talk." Jace says with a slight laugh and you tilt your head as you stare at him.
"Jace, you have to ask nicely. They need to feel safe." You say looking up at him, "We welcome the friendly, positive spirits to talk to us."
The pointer starts to move, "Oh shit." Sam looks up, "Yo, who's doing that?" Sam laughs slightly, "That's not funny."
Everyone denies.
It moves to H then slides over to the I.
"Hi?" You all say in unison, "Hello."
You look at Amelia, "Ask it something." She goes wide eyed, "Are you fucking nuts?"
You sigh, "Fine. I'll do it. What is your name?"
The pointer starts moving, going to C.
Then O.
Then L.
Then E.
"Cole? Is your name Cole?" You ask and it slides to YES.
"Are you a demon?" Jace asks and you all look at him. You shake your head, "You don't-"
The pointer slides to MAYBE, making everyone shut up.
You try to take your finger off but it still feels stuck, and you hear a quiet whisper, "Stay."
"You can't just ask shit like that, Jace." Ray says, "Are you stupid!?"
"What? Are you scared?" Jace says with a laugh, "You said you don't believe in this shit."
The pointer moves, sliding to the letters A, S, K.
“This isn’t supposed to move on its own… right?” Amelia asks quietly as she looks over at you. You shrug and look over at Sam.
"Ask?" Sam whispers, "How many of you are there?"
The pointer moves to 1.
"So it has to be just one." Amelia looks at you and back to the board, "Are you Cole?"
“That was already asked.” Jace says with an eye roll, but the pointer slides to YES, anyway.
"What are you doing here?" Sam asks and before you can correct his question, the pointer moves to each letter that spells out your name.
“Y/n..”
"Fuck no. No!" You yank your hand away, "Who did that?" You look around and they all shrug, "I'm serious. Who fucking did that?" Your voice is in a high pitch and you sigh, "I’m done."
You stand up but you get dizzy and stumble backwards. Amelia and Sam stand up, holding onto you.
"Whoa, you alright?" Sam looks down at you, concern on his face, "y/n."
"I’m not gonna hurt you."
You shake your head slightly, "Yeah." You stand up straight, "I'm fine." You smooth out your costume and walk to the bathroom, Amelia on your tail, "What happened?"
You stop, whipping around, "What do you mean what happened? Those idiot fucks moved it to scare me because I didn't want to do it."
"Then why did you?" She holds her hands out and shrugs.
"I felt like I had to." You look at her, "Like something was telling me to."
She walks up to you, laughing slightly, "that's called peer pressure, y/n."
"It wasn't.." you sigh, knowing you're just wasting your breath, "Yeah.. you're probably right." You look up as she walks into the bathroom and you see a shadow standing at the end of the hall.
"Jace? Ray? Sam? Come on guys this isn't funny." You slowly walk towards the shadow, preparing yourself for one of them to lunge at you with a 'boo'.
"You okay?" Sam peaks his head around the corner from in the living room and you look at him. Your eyes move back to where the shadow was, and it's gone.
"Yeah, I'm just seeing shit now." You sigh, "I thought you'd never fuck with an ouija board, Sam."
He shrugs, "Peer pressure."
"That's what I said!" Amelia says in a sing song tone as she walks back into the living room. Sam looks you up and down, "You look like you've seen a ghost."
"Yeah, that'll do that to you when your name is spelled on one of those things." You laugh slightly, "I just don't-"
"Listen." Sam walks up to you, "It was probably just Jace or Ray playing a stupid prank. I'm sure it wasn't anything. They didn't even do it right."
You shrug, "If I go missing, I'm blaming them."
Sam laughs and looks back the group in the living room, "Come on, I'll drive you home."
.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.
It kept replaying in your head. The pointer moving to each letter. The shocked and scared expressions from everyone.
They couldn't fake the genuine shock, especially with majority of them being drunk.
"Do you think it was real?" You ask looking over at Sam in the drivers seat. He shrugs and rests his elbow on the center console, "I mean, maybe.. but like I said, they didn't do it right. So if anything were to happen, it'll probably be to them."
He laughs and you sigh, "I'm serious Sam. When I was going to the bathroom, I swear I saw something in the hallway, just standing there."
"I'm sure it was just that stupid fake tree that Leah got Jace to buy. I'm sure it was nothing but your imagination feeding off your fear."
You nod, "Yeah, you're probably right." You laugh at yourself, "I'm such a scaredy cat on Halloween."
He looks over at you as he pulls into the driveway, "Yeah. You're telling me." He rolls his eyes playfully and laughs.
You look at the door to your house, "Do you wanna come hang out for a little bit, just until I'm not scared?"
He turns the car off, "Yeah, I can."
You make your way inside and as you open the door, you see the same shadow you saw in the hallway of Jace's apartment standing over by the door to your kitchen.
You quickly flip the lights on and it's gone.
"That shadow was there again." You point and Sam moves in between you and the door, "Stay here." He goes to check it out, coming back out a few minutes later, "No one is here."
You shut the door and sigh, "I knew that was a bad idea. I should have next touched that thing."
"You know, I heard stories or people burning them or throwing them out and they reappear in the spot they were in last." Sam walks to the couch, plopping down and you just glare at him, "Not helping."
"You don't have one of those here do you?" Sam looks back to you and you shake your head, "Hell fucking no."
"Then you should be good." Sam laughs and turns back to the tv.
"I'm going to go for a shower. I'll be back down." You make your way up stairs, undoing the corset on your costume and taking a deep breath.
You move around the room, looking over your shoulder when you feel like someone is watching you, "Sam?" You call out as you walk out into the hallway.
"Still on the couch." He yells back and you laugh slightly, "Alright."
You walk back into your room and close your door as you finish getting undressed when you suddenly feel frozen.
You can't move.
You move your eyes around, trying not to freak out.
"Relax, babe."
"Mm." You whimper as your lips are pressed shut. You feel a hand drag up your back, "I'm not going to hurt you."
A man walks around your left side, stopping when he gets infront of you.
You couldn't lie, he was hot, but you were more worried on how he got into your house. Past Sam on the couch.
"If I let you go, will you stay quiet?" The man asks as he brushes your cheek.
You try to nod, but you can't, "Mhm."
You feel your body relax and you sigh, "How the fu-"
"Lower.. your voice." He walks around and presses his chest against your back, "Don't you want to know who I am?"
"N-no." You hesitate because you were intrigued by him, but you also didn't want to die.
"You won't die, baby."
You look over your shoulder at him confused. He chuckles, "I can read your mind, so that means I also know that you find me intriguing, but you're still scared."
"Who are you?"
"My name is Cole, but I go by Colby. Or-" he laughs, "did. I did go by Colby before.. ya know."
Your eyes go wide, "So that was real?"
"What the ouija board?" He nods, "Oh yeah, that was all me."
"You spelled out my name. Why?" You turn to face him, "Why me?"
"Because I like you. Your energy intrigues me as well." He runs his fingers along the open seams of your costumes, "Why don't you pick up where you left off, yeah?"
You bite your lip, multiple things going through your head.
He sighs, "Alright. I'll answer those questions because you're giving me a headache." He chuckles and steps back, "My name is Colby, or Cole. I am in fact a demon, and I died when I was twenty four, but that conversation is for another time."
You blink, trying to comprehend what he just said.
"And yes. That was me controlling you, I can honestly make you do anything I want you to, but if you're a good girl and do as I say, I won't have to." He winks and walks over to the bed, plopping down onto his side.
"How.. I mean.." you pinch the bridge of your nose, closing your eyes. You sigh and look up at him, "I thought demons had horns and black eyes or other creepy features.."
Colby chuckles, "I have horns, yes. But like what I said about making you do things, i can make you see things, too."
As you stare at him, his image flashes in your mind and you see him with horns and his blue eyes are black. You blink and look back at him and he's normal looking.
"Crazy right?" He sighs and heaves himself forward to sit up, "I can walk amongst the living, just like this and I can even control more than one person.. if I wanted to."
"Why are you here?" You cross your arms, feeling a chill run down your spine as he walks up to you. He looks into your eyes and they flash quickly from blue to black, "Because you want me here."
"I don't remember ordering a demon off Uber Eats." You snap and he laughs, "You're funny and pretty? Jackpot."
He walks around you, his hand sending a tingle through your shoulder as he touches it, "The devil himself would love you. You know why?"
"Why?" You slowly turn your head to meet his gaze and he smirks, "Because you portray yourself as an angel, but really you're just as nasty as me."
Your heart beat picks up pace and it makes Colby smirk, "You don't have to be nervous, darling." He tucks hair behind your ear and sighs, "I won't hurt you. Not unless you want me to."
He winks and you feel a warmth spreading over your body.
"What do you want from me?" You chew on your inner cheek and he stares into your eyes, "What I want from you right now, is for these clothes to come off."
Your hands move to finish taking off your costume, leaving yourself naked infront of him.
"You're such a treasure." He licks his lips and steps towards you, "Tell me what you want me to do."
"I-I don't-"
Colby cuts you off, "I can read your thoughts, baby. But that's not enough for me. I need to hear you say it."
You clench your jaw, trying to keep the thoughts out, but you couldn't. They were strong and you didn't know where they were coming from.
"Are you putting these thoughts into my head?" You look up at him and he shakes his head, "I am not. That's all you, baby."
You're shocked. Shocked because you're so turned on by him when you really should be petrified.
"There's no reason to be afraid of me, baby. The only people I hurt is people that deserve it, and you my dear, are far from deserving of that." He smiles, "I'm here to serve you, if you will."
"Serve me?" You swallow, "What do-"
He cuts you off with his lips on yours and you immediately become his. You can't explain it, but it feels like you belong to him.
His hands move into your hips, warming the skin as he squeezes, "Fuck." He leans back and shakes his head, "Tell me you need me."
"I need you." You whimper out quietly.
He tilts his head, "do you?"
You nod, "Yes." You felt like it was him making you say that, but he assures you it's not.
You pull him back into you, kissing his lips only to pull away when there's a knock on your door, "Y/n? You good?" Sam jiggles the door knob, but you don't remember locking the door.
"I locked it." Colby makes you look at him and his eyes flash black, causing you to stare into them as he speaks, "Tell him you're going to bed."
"I'm going to bed."
"Oh... alright. Well I'm just going to crash on your couch if that's okay." Sam says from in the hallway.
You look over at Colby and he nods.
"Yeah, no that's fine, Sam." You bite your lip, "Goodnight."
"Yeah.. night.." he walks away mumbling to himself and Colby appears in front of you, "Now let me show you something cool."
He stares at you and you feel a pleasure sensation slowly consume you. You furrow your brows, taking a deep breath as you try not to moan.
"Let it out baby, don't fight it." Colby whispers and you moan almost instantly.
Colby smirks, waking around your body, "I can make you feel things without even touching you." You tilt your head back, eyes fluttering close as you feel the feeling you get right before you're about to cum.
And then it stops.
You whimper, sad the feeling is gone.
"Don't worry baby. We have all night. Well." He looks at the clock on your wall and shrugs, "At least until midnight, so we better get to it yeah?"
You look at the clock that reads eleven twelve, "why midnight?"
"We can leave hell empty all night, baby. But let's not worry about that right now." He pulls you to him, lifting you up and your legs wrap around his waist.
He walks you over to the bed, "Spread your legs for me, I haven't tasted pussy in years." He kisses down your body and you bite your lip as gets closer to your clit.
You arch your back, moaning out as his tongue drags up between your folds, "Fuck." You look down at him and his eyes flash black, his voice ringing in your ears as his tongue laps at your pussy, "Don't cum until I tell you to cum."
You nod, closing your eyes as you lay your head back, whimpering out his name.
His voice rings in your ears again, "Say my name, baby."
"Colby.. fuck, yes, Colby." You arch your back, moaning out as your hand slides to his hair, pulling slightly which earns a moan from him.
You look back down at him, biting your lip as you lock eyes with him.
You freeze when you feel the feeling of two fingers slip into you, but his hands are still on your hips, digging his nails into your skin.
Your eyes roll back and you let out a loud groan, "Oh my god."
Colby pulls away, "God's not here baby. You're dancing with the devil tonight."
His words make your lips part and the feeling of being finger fucked heightens. Colby watches you as he controls how you feel.
Your legs start to shake as you approach orgasm, but Colby is holding you back from it, "a little longer baby. Can you do that for me?"
You nod quickly, gasping as his hand moves to rub circles onto your clit, "Tell me."
"I-I can.. I can.. I can.." You needed to cum, and you needed to cum bad, "Please? Please Colby."
"Please Colby what, baby?" He watches as you look up at him, "please let me cum."
He smirks and sighs, "Since you asked nicely." He bites his lip, tilting his head as he pulls his hand away, "Cum."
Your body explodes with pleasure. Your thighs press together and you're pulling the sheets off of the mattresses.
The best orgasm you've ever had.
"I take pride in that, baby. Thank you." He leans down, kissing your lips as you breathe heavy, "I'm only here to give you the absolute best pleasure you'll ever get."
You smirk up at him, in awe of his power, "Don't ever leave."
He chuckles and stands back up, "I wish, but if you only knew what it's like down there. Devil runs a strict schedule."
You can't help but laugh and his face goes serious, "I'm not kidding."
Your smile disappears and he can't help but laugh, "Nah, I'm just playing. But I will be back. I can tell you that right now." He slips his shirt off and starts to undo the belt on his jeans, "you won't ever get rid of me."
And you were weirdly okay with that.
You bit your lip as you watch the demon before you undress and walk over to you.
"On your knees, baby."
Your body moves from the bed and drops to the floor, "Not fair."
"Never said I was." He grips your chin and forces you to look up at him, "You can always tell me to stop. But I know you don't want me to."
"No." You whisper and he tilts his head, "No what, baby?"
"Don't stop."
He chuckles, "That's what I thought." He takes his hand away and you part your lips, waiting for the head of his cock to enter.
He lets out a low, deep moan as you work your head down onto his cock, bobbing it and hallowing out your cheeks.
"Fuck, you're better than i ever imagined." He lays a hand on the back of your head and you feel that finger fuck feeling again. You moan around his cock and close your eyes.
"Eyes on me, baby."
You look up at him, whimpering as you feel the pleasure work its ways up your body, legs shaking below you.
"Such a beautiful sight." Colby groans, "fuck, yeah. Keep going." His fingers wrap around your hair, pulling tight as he pushes your head down more.
You gag around him and he pulls your head off, eyes flashing black, "Stand up."
The pleasure stops completely as you rise to your feet, obeying his order.
"Get on your hands and knees." He nods towards the bed and you comply, walking over to the bed and bending over for him.
He walks up behind you, bringing his hand up to let it fall with a quick smack to your one asscheek. You wince, biting your lip, "Do it again."
Colby chuckles, "Since when did you become the one in charge?"
You clench your jaw and look back at him and his eyes flash black, "You won't be able to cum until I say you can." He winks, flashing you a smirk before pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, "How's that?"
You roll your eyes and he gasps, "Are we catching an attitude? Last time I checked.." He reaches up and grabs your hair, pulling your head back and looking down at you, "You weren't the demon in this situation, now, not another word until I tell you."
You bite down on your lip, whimper as you feel his fingers slide up and down your slit, "You're soaked, darling, I wanna hear all those pretty sounds."
He rubs the head of his cock along your folds, slowly pushes past them, "Fuck." You rest your head down on the bed, moaning out loudly.
"That's it." Colby groans as he pushes his hips against your ass. His hands squeeze your hips, pulling you back and holding you on him, listening to each moan and whimper that slips through your lips.
"Let's hear em, babe." He slowly pulls his cock out and thrusts back in, hard. You gasp, moaning loudly he keeps a slow and hard pace, "You sound so pretty."
You grip the sheets, pulling as you try and push back, but you're frozen again, all you can do is moan, hoping he lets you speak.
"You wanna speak, baby?" He taunts, "you wanna tell me how good my cock feels?"
You whimper in response, clenching around his cock and he sigh, "Alright baby. Tell me how good you feel."
"So fucking good." You scream out, "please.." you whimper, "Please don't stop."
"I won't, darling, but you have me so close already." He brings a hand down, slapping the skin of your asscheek, "You are fucking.." he groans and squeezes your ass, railing into you.
"Hands behind your back and keep them there."
Your hands move, laying on your lower back like they're tied together, a moaning, unraveling mess under his control.
And you loved it.
"I knew you couldn't turn me away." Colby moans out, laying a hand over your wrists and holding them, using them to pull you back into his thrusts, "Do you want to be choked?"
"Yes, but I want you to touch me." You squeeze your eyes shut and lift your head slightly as you feel his hand slide up your body and around to the front of your neck.
He pulls you up so you're on your knees, "No one has ever had this much power over me." He whispers in your ear, "No one."
You smirk slightly at both his words and his hand squeezing your neck.
"Such a dirty girl, I know exactly where you're going when it's your time." He thrusts into you, his thrusts quickly getting sloppy, "And I'll be waiting for you."
You moan and tilt your head back, resting it on his shoulder, "Colby." You whimper out, "P-please."
He smirks, "Words, baby. I need you to use your words."
"Let me cum.." you moan out, "P-pl-" he squeezes your neck tighter, cutting off your words. He runs his nose up and down your cheek, "If you cum, that means you're mine. No one else's."
A squeak slips from your throat, "Y-yes."
"I mean it." He bites down on your ear lobe, "I know you have a crush on Sam.." you bite down on your lip and he sighs, "But I guess he can suffice when I'm not able to come to you right away."
Your eyes go wide and Colby chuckles, "I'm just kidding. He touches you and I'll snap his fucking neck."
You can't help but moan as you clench around him, “No one but you.” You whisper out, “P-please Colby.”
“Do you mean it?” His thrusts are slow, as he’s trying not to cum himself, “Be honest with me baby.”
Instantly, “Yes, yes, only you. Only you.”
He glances at the wall and tsks his tongue, “Gotta go soon baby. Lay on your back for me.”
You roll over after he pulls out and he immediately slides back into you, a moan pulled from your lips. Colby brushes hair from your face, staring down at you as you look up at him.
You see his natural look flash and a smile grows on his face, “It’s the horns right?”
You bite your lip and nod and he chuckles, “Yeah. Maybe next time I’ll wear em for ya.” He winks and begins to thrusts again, biting down on his lower lip as he watches your face scrunch up.
“C-Colby, please.” Your legs wrap around his waist and your nails drag up his back, forming red lines, “Fuck.”
He says nothing as he watches you beg for him.
You let out a whine, laying a hand on his cheek, “Please.”
He leans down, pressing his lips to yours before leaning just an inch away, “Cum.”
Your back arches up, a pornographic moan ripping from your lips as your orgasm tears its way through your body.
Colby moans with you, as he fills you with his cum, “that’s it baby. Let it all out.” He watches you twist and turn, trying to get yourself under control, but you quickly realize that you’ll never be in control with Colby.
“Alright, relax, darling.”
You rest into the bed as your chest rises and falls quickly as the dizziness fills your head.
“I’ll be seeing you soon, baby. Don’t go too far.” Colby chuckles and when you open your eyes, you’re alone.
You sit up, pulling a blanket around yourself as you frown at the clock on the wall that reads midnight.
You shake your head, wondering if this actually happened or if it was all just an alcohol induced dream, but the quick settling pain in your legs as you stand up, makes it known to you that it’s definitely a reality and not a dream.
You look in the mirror, laughing slightly as you find yourself missing Colby.
You swore you’d never touch a Oujia board, but now, you’re kinda, in a very weird way, happy you did.
.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.
This is kinda short in my opinion, so sorry about that! But I have ideas for a part 2 on this! I have many many requests that I’m going to try and power through, so part 2’s will be on hold for right now!
Likes and reblogs are appreciated!
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moonstruckme · 23 days
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hi lovely!! since requests are now open, i was wondering if you could write me a little something with james..? if this makes you uncomfortable in any way, please do not hesitate to delete this request!! do whatever makes you feel comfortable!!
but can you do something with james where r forgets to eat or just isn’t really hungry for anything..? this happens to me sometimes, and is currently happening lmao, and the only thing that i can really stomach/that sounds good is anything to do with strawberries (consistent favorite is greek yogurt with honey mixed in, peanut butter granola, and sliced strawberries. so delicious i def recommend!!), and oranges!! weird foods i know but.. anyways!! and he sort of like, gets her to eat something..? my boyfriend will literally spoon feed me whatever he’s eating or whatever i could stomach. the whole "open! say ahh!!" and everything until i got full lol
sorry for blabbing!! tysm if you do this request, and no hard feelings if you don’t!!! i have tons of ideas in my noggin so i can send plenty haha
Thanks for the rec babe!
cw: reader has poor appetite, mention of not eating
James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 529 words
You make an awed cooing sound as one blue whale brushes underneath another on your TV screen. 
“I never knew whales were so affectionate,” you murmur, charmed. 
“Me neither,” James says. “Bite?” 
You open your mouth obediently, and he sets his fork on your tongue, letting you suck off the khichdi before taking it back. You hum pensively. 
“It’s good, Jamie.” 
You’re not lying. Like most of James’ cooking, it’s rich and complex, forcing you to take your time to parse out the different flavors. You don’t have the appetite for your own dinner tonight, but you’ll never turn your boyfriend down when he asks you to try something new he’s made.
“Thanks, lovie.” His voice is warm if not surprised, and soon his fork is tapping at your lips again. “Have some more.” 
You peel your eyes from the TV to cut a look his way. James smiles, the picture of angelic innocence, and prods at your lips encouragingly. 
“I told you I’m not hungry,” you remind him. 
“Mhm. Just have a few more bites.” 
“Why?” 
“Because I made it.” His eyes go all melty-soft, and you know he’s about to lay it on thick even before he says, “And I put time into it, and I want to share it with you.” 
You know exactly what he’s doing. It works on you anyways. You sigh out your nose, and James’ grin widens, his fork happily accepting entry when your mouth falls open again. Neither of you comment on it, but he presses a happy kiss to your cheek once you swallow, and you accept the handful of other bites he gives you without fanfare. When his plate is empty, he stands to go wash it off. 
“Did you get enough to eat?” you ask, somewhat guiltily. 
James rolls his eyes lightly. “I got plenty, don’t worry about me, I’m just gonna have some fruit for dessert.” 
You nod, still feeling rather responsible for the fact that he wasn’t entirely satiated by his dinner, but he gives you a fondly chiding look that has you turning back to the TV. When he comes back, it’s with a large bowl of halved strawberries. 
He gets your attention, marking an invisible line down the middle of the bowl with his pointer finger. “That’s your half,” he says, flicking his finger toward the portion closest to you before picking a strawberry up and popping it in his mouth. “You’ve got the whole rest of the film to do it, but just finish them, okay angel?” 
You look down into the bowl, then up at James. You know he’s only chosen strawberries because you prefer them lately, and you hate to let him down, but…”I don’t know if I can,” you tell him honestly. 
He nods like he understands. “Try, please? Do you want me to feed them to you?” 
It’s asked so genuinely you can’t even get mad at him for it. Your face heats, and James looks almost sorry. “That’s okay,” you say quietly. 
“Alright.” He leans in to smush a kiss against your cheek. You can already smell the strawberries on his breath. “Just say the word, yeah?”
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throwaway-yandere · 1 year
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"If the pedestal is beautiful, then the statue must be even more beautiful." (Yandere!Zhongli/reader)
a/n: I do not regret this one bit. while i do feel bad abt yaoyao's suffering, at least i wrote something unhinged again + it aint a zhongli fic without me referencing proverbs lMAO--
unreliable synopsis: “(Y/n) must be a really important person if Rex Lapis made them a statue, right?”
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Yaoyao found a realistic statue inside Mt. Hulao.
As she was exploring the area with Qiqi to find herbs, Yaoyao discovered a secret domain that was only accessible to children her size and smaller creatures like Yuegui. It was horribly muddy and extremely narrow. She wouldn't go there on purpose if she hadn't fallen inside after exhausting herself trying to climb a hill just for a stem of violetgrass.
She anticipated a dense mixture of dust and fog inside the cave, with layers of spiderweb adornments, but it was unexpectedly unscathed with the typical filth that embellishes a place over time. The table was piled high with multiple apparatuses that she was unable to identify, but its aesthetics screamed that it was an adeptus' prideful handiwork. Despite not being refused entry as most adeptal abode should do, she came to an unspoken conclusion that this must have been an adeptus' place, and her curiosity grew by the minute when she noticed a life-sized statue sitting in the middle of it all.
Yaoyao was unable to take her eyes off it as a halo of soft yet lurid orange light enveloped it. The statue wore a brown hanfu that was encrusted with citrine jewels fashioned into dragons and the Geo element's symbol. Their clothes looked ruffled on areas near the waist and thighs as though it was frequently hugged and touched around those parts. But what Yaoyao couldn’t forget the most was their black earring with a white tassel that hung on their right ear. She can't recall who she saw wearing that earring when she first saw it, but she had certainly seen it before.
Admittedly, the statue was nearly perfect if it weren’t for the fracture the child had caused upon bumping into it. Yaoyao would have mistaken it for a real person and apologized if it weren't for the diaphanous and stony texture it possessed.
Still, the farrago between real and fake stirred around the lost child’s head as if it was a major dilemma. She swears she had seen that earring somewhere and that chipping its pointer finger off the statue was an inexcusable and grave mistake. Was this statue designed after someone in history or a character from those fictional tales Master loved to talk about? Yaoyao couldn’t decide which is a likelier story, but she certainly didn’t want it to be the former.
In addition, what made it eerier was the anticipation of calamity on their face. It’s a look not at all visible. The majority would undoubtedly dismiss Yaoyao's perspective and assert that the monument exuded a stoic aura. But if such were the case, why does she see the look of a rabbit about to flee in their eyes? The statue’s face exhibited a great firmness that declared that it wasn't as it appeared on the outside.
The statue looked like it was fearing for Yaoyao’s life after what she had done.
To avoid amplifying her trepidation, the young girl focused her attention elsewhere. Near the statue laid a red baize-covered table full of tapestries and books Yaoyao could only reach by tip-toeing and underneath it was stacked with clothes, herbs, vulneraries, and letters without indications of the sender or addressee’s name. If so many offerings were being made, then someone really cared about whoever this statue stood for. A commendable devotion considering how the last letter was only dated about two days ago.
Whoever this statue was and whoever maintained this shrine must’ve mortified a penchant for humorous literature and scientific breakthroughs. It would've been a strange combination if it weren’t for how everything was aesthetically arranged. It was obvious that the domain was kept immaculate out of love and adoration. Under the watchful gaze of this statue, philosophy and science had united into one entity, and Yaoyao was positively enthralled.
However, it was a seasonable night and due to the touch of Nyctophobia children inevitably have, Yaoyao couldn’t tell the murky difference between excitement and fear as she quickly stumbled out of the cave. 
When Yaoyao came back the following week after a busy lantern rite, the domain’s opening vanished. She brought Qiqi along and attempted to show her in quailing distress that asked for confirmation that should’ve been a hole in that wall— but Yaoyao was only met with the zombie’s catchphrase of: “I’m sorry. I forgot.” 
There was no reinvasion of the cave's darkness. Not a single hump was left to indicate that something was concealed behind it.
And that led to Yaoyao hunting a certain “illuminated bird” down.
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“Aunty! Aunty!”
“Must you grate One's ears with your incessant shouting, child?”
The bird continued to coast on its two legs while Yaoyao halted in her tracks, gasping for air. Although Yaoyao found it excruciating to attempt to keep up with the adeptus' quick treks in the mountains, it was obvious to any outside viewers that the crane was being merciful with her slow and tiny steps.
“P-Please stop aunty! I-I just want to ask a few questions!”
Cloud Retainer sighed and did as commanded.
After letting her describe the location and what she had seen inside it, Cloud Retainer nodded in the affirmation that what Yaoyao experienced truly happened. Yaoyao felt triumphant when the adeptus did not dismiss her babbling as some silly delusion, but she was unable to completely express it when she noticed a glimpse of sadness in her eyes.
“Of course it was real. One knows that location quite well, but One was never permitted to enter. That statue you spoke of would be none other than Rex Lapis’ depiction of (Y/n), the Wayward Pharmacist.”
(Y/n)?
Softly, the adeptus continued, “oh, (Y/n)… One remembers them rather fondly.”
Cloud Retainer did not raise her chin or adopt her customary condescending tone. Instead, her message matched her voice. Yaoyao was not the least bit confused by this sudden shift in demeanor.
They both know that name.
After all, (Y/n) (L/n) was Streetward Rambler’s first human disciple.
Yaoyao never inquires about (Y/n) with her master. All of Madame Ping's disciples were aware that they shouldn't broach the matter. Grief swarmed against Streetward Rambler so frequently that she bathed herself with distractions to wash away the acuteness of such regrets. She had done the most of what she could to relieve certain difficulties she had over the years, including mastering inventions and raising mortal children. While the majority of these were in her favor, the final diversion was less successful. 
How can it not be painful when Streetward Rambler always sees (Y/n)’s old cheerful and ambivert nature in Xiangling and Yaoyao's eyes?
This was a rare chance to learn more about (Y/n) than just the faceless figure that her Master frequently likens her to. Madame Ping only ever briefly narrated (Y/n)’s deeds. Yaoyao relied heavily on individuals around her for her adepti history knowledge because she wasn't book-learned enough. Hence, inflicting a sense of confidence that she did not fully possess, the child continued to inquire.
“What were they like, Aunty?”
“You must understand how broad that question is.”
“Oh, r-right. Sorry!” Yaoyao sheepishly laughed. “I wanted to ask what was their personality like. Did they have friends? Or, well, what did they do?”
“(Y/n) was…” Cloud Retainer chuckled. Yaoyao couldn’t see a smile, but she heard it from her laughter. “—an obnoxious human.”
“E-Eh?!…” Yaoyao trembled. “S-Should I be worried that Master always compares me to (Y/n), aunty?”
“What nonsense— of course not. Take such compliment with high honor!” The bird towered her gaze above Yaoyao, clearly offended. Effectively, it seemed as if Yaoyao’s needless worries kindled afresh the snobbish Cloud Retainer everyone knew of. “There are only a few humans One regard as almost equals. Their obnoxiousness is what makes them wholly endearing and wholly human. If there was one true flaw One would nitpick out of all their traits, it would be their inherent obsession with longevity.”
Cloud Retainer shook her head. “Rex Lapis often debated with them over this, but (Y/n) was a stubborn mortal. Many occasions led to them being confined in a miniature domain that he keeps in his pockets. We did not agree with their dreams of becoming immortal. But other than that? (Y/n) was a humble loyalist.”
Yaoyao was inclined to believe that she was right because there were a few biological research sprinkled across the statue's domain. She had even read portions concerning Inazuman beliefs regarding stress and "ikegai" which might be related to a human's lifespan.
“Rex Lapis liked them despite arguing with him a lot?”
“Why, if you were there, you would see how adorable they were whenever they deluded themselves they could win a debate against an Archon,” the bird quipped humorously.
"Immortality had always been (Y/n)'s goal. One often told them to not be afraid of death or die worthlessly, but they never listened. They even tried to curse themselves to accomplish this, and astonishingly, they almost succeeded if it weren't for the Conquerer of Demons' unsleeping vigilance while acting on Rex Lapis' orders. The Archon always has an affectionate expression on his face when they pout over his interferences. One would have jokingly said that her friend is in love with a mortal if One didn't know any better."
“Wow…” Yaoyao covered her mouth with her tiny hands in awe. Neither of them seemed to realize that something was incredibly off about that ‘fun tidbit’. “(Y/n) must be smart if they constantly got Rex Lapis’ protection!”
“Indeed they were— were you doubting One’s abilities?! Had One not said they were close to One’s competency?”
“Ah, right.”
“They were an obnoxiously hard-working individual. Grinding their bones in hopes to grant impediments as a rival to Guizhong and I’s intellectual plays. (Y/n) lived a short life filled with effort and virtue, it is to no one’s surprise that Rex Lapis had conceived a great liking towards them,” she mused.
“Rex Lapis nearly caved and made them immortal at one point. However, he changed his mind after finding out (Y/n) had a human lover…” Cloud Retainer closed her eyes. “Perhaps that was an act of mercy. An Archon’s goodwill so that they wouldn’t have to suffer the fate of grieving for their beloved for all eternity.”
If only she knew the truth.
“They must be really important if they got a statue,” Yaoyao tilted her head, emanating a soft chime from her bell accessory. “Master only said that they were very kind and that they had a lover with green hair, and—”
“And?”
The adeptus was interested to learn what her old acquaintance talked about (Y/n). Did the grandmother compliment them on how cute they were? How, in essence, they were one of her greatest sources of delight and pride? Before Streetward Rambler took up the name “Madame Ping”, these were the typical musings she had over tea with both her and Guizhong. In a sense, Cloud Retainer merely pressed the question because she missed these times—
“And that they had a nice big family around Qingce Village! Two sons, one daughter!”
Cloud Retainer made a choking sound.
Impossible.
“Family?! Goodness gracious, it seemed Streetward Rambler has turned into quite a fabulist over time,” Cloud Retainer shook her head. “No, (Y/n) (L/n) unfortunately did not produce such a legacy.”
Legacy?
“I’m so sorry, I don’t get it, aunty. What do you mean?”
“They did not leave a child for me— for us to look after.”
Cloud Retainer cringed at her uncontrollably bitter tone. There was a point in her life where she cursed (Y/n) for this. Death was not something they can control— yes— but she used to be an ignorant fool who did not respect (Y/n)’s decision to never have children. Perhaps, in a way, this was because she wanted to see a new generation of like-minded people like them, but she will never forget the uneasy looks they gave her whenever she launched into one of her rants.
They may have been Streetward’s disciple but to Cloud? She was like their true mother. Much like most mothers of the old generation, she selfishly wished they left behind even a non-blood related grandchild for her to rear after (Y/n)’s name.
“They… have gone missing. They did not die with a family of their own— we did not even find their corpse. One does not know why Streetward Rambler would tell you that.”
“Oh… I’m so sorry. I didn’t know... It must’ve been a sad loss for the adepti and everyone else.”
Cloud Retainer only looked away.
“There was no pecuniary loss for us when it had happened, sure,” she said. “But yes, it was indeed a sad time for the adepti to lose both Guizhong and (Y/n) at the same time. There could’ve been a new province of knowledge and ventures— these virtues of arts were never grasped because death had stolen their privilege of penning down their strange yet wonderful conjectures.”
“Time and time again, they had failed to accentuate any alterations in their mortal structure,” she continued. “While others sought out their writings regarding their enlightened art pieces, few looked for their progress on human mortality. One only remembers a singular human who came to find (Y/n)’s transcendental medicines. One believes his name was Baizhu. If One’s explanations were inadequate, perhaps you must seek him instead.”
Yaoyao perked up. Well, that’s lucky. She was just about to head to Bubu Pharmacy to look for the pharmacist later.
“Ah, there you are, Yaoyao!!!”
Out of the blue, Ganyu and a face unfamiliar to the adeptus disrupted the scene. This human had indigo braids wrapped up in a tight bow for hair and amber eyes. Had it not been for Ganyu and a cute little bear clumsily climbing the stairs behind her, Cloud would’ve left immediately.
“Marchosius, it has been a long time...”
“♪~?”
“Woah… Is that Cloud Retainer, Ganyu?” The unfamiliar human gawked.
“That is that. One will no longer entertain questions. One shall take their leave at once.” The adeptus did not waste another moment upon noticing Xiangling’s curious gaze. However, Cloud did give Marchosius a look of respect before taking flight.
The little girl frowned.
“Yaoyao?”
“Oh, sorry,” Yaoyao smiled forcefully. “I just remembered I didn’t get to ask her the most important question.”
“Hmm? What question were you going to get an adeptus’ advice for?” Ganyu placed a hand on her chest. “Perhaps I could help? I may not know all the answers, but I do have some connections.”
“I’m just curious…”
Yuguei jumped off the basket as Yaoyao hastily removed it from behind her. The smaller adepti treasure leaped over her head and peered attentively over as if to assist her in locating the object she was seeking. When she did grasp it, she did not do so carefully. Instead, she held it out like a young child showing off a crayon during show & tell.
Ganyu and Xiangling’s blood ran cold as the child presented them with a dismembered finger.
“Ganyu, do statues made by the adepti bleed?”
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