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you know when men do those thrusts then that one final deep one just as they finish…those gifs…

Simply sinful...

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Temporary - Roman Godfrey x Reader - Oneshot

Synopsis: Everything is temporary, but some things are just too good to let go. Roman Godfrey slowly finds out he might not be as dominant as he thought, and chickens out when faced with the reality of his desires.

Disclaimer: Guys, I had to be warned TWICE by a mutual that I had misspelled very easy, common, simple, absolutely normal words. I'm still sick and fatigued, so bear with me. God's work has to be done, and there's no rest for the wicked. So here it is: my newest baby. My attempt to gift my fellow Roman girlies who believe our boy is a switch. I hope you enjoy it. I know I need to create a tag list, but my brain is mush nowadays. I promise to get to it soon. Love y'all. As per usual, special thanks for @peachesinto for the undying support. Love you, bestie.

Genre: smut smut smut, pure filth and more smut, switch Roman Godfrey, soft femdom reader.

Trigger Warnings: sex, foul language.

Word count: 2457

Boy, love isn’t easy, it's hard She said: Boy, love isn't easy, it's heartache Boy, see everyone leaves and your heart breaks (Lovin' you is heartache) But I still hold on Oh, I still hold on – Chase Atlantic

Having Roman Godfrey’s emerald green eyes on you feels simultaneously like having the first breath of cold fresh air on a winter morning and an asthma attack. The air fills your lungs so completely that there’s no room to accommodate it, and you try to exhale but it’s impossible, so you choke on it. You drown on it. On the note of drowning, being with him also reminded me of when I was a child and took swimming lessons. At one point, I learned how to empty my lungs and sink to the bottom of the pool to sit there. The pressure in my ears was intense, but it was so peaceful… It only lasted a few seconds, of course, before I had to swim to the surface again. Last time I counted, I managed to stay thirty seconds underwater, my personal record.

Just like sitting at the bottom of a swimming pool, being peacefully with Roman couldn’t last too long. Eventually, I would need to breathe. Or he would. Or both of us would. And I knew since day one that something would come up to disrupt our situationship. Most people would be too anxious, too demanding, having high hopes and dreams that would have pushed him to the opposite direction a lot sooner. Not me, though. Seven years of therapy had taught me better and I was proud to be very much in control of my emotions; I never expected from people any more than they were capable of giving me, and on the other hand, I never gave too much of myself either. To me, everyone aside from my family was more or less just passing through, a temporary fix before I went off to college and really started living my life. Just temporary, no matter how nice they were, how beautifully their green eyes glistened under the dim sunlight, or how well they fucked, they would all go away at some point. In a way, Roman and I were cut from the same cloth: he ran away whenever anyone got too close, and I never really had to run away because I never got too close to begin with.

Still, those full sinful lips of his, that always curled into an equally sinful smile when he came, felt just too deliciously plump to deny. And then again, those eyes were a tidal wave, dragging me, drowning me. 

When he showed me a side of him not many others had been allowed to see, I knew it was the beginning of the end. It started with the first time he asked me to be on top;

“Can you… Like… Ride me?” The uncertainty in his voice, the way his pupils dilated leaving only a small ring of green visible, made me shiver. He came harder that night than he had ever before, lying on my bed with swollen parted lips and his breathing coming out in ragged gasps. For weeks, it was all he dared to bring up.

Until one day when I was showing him a few sailor knots I had learned last summer from a cousin who joined the Marines. I showed him the Highwayman’s Hitch, then the Slip Knot and finally the Handcuff Knot. To show him the latter, I tied his wrists together and the look on his face was priceless. Then his eyebrows drew together in skepticism as he asked me why the hell did my cousin teach me that. I laughed in response, rolling my eyes at him. But that seemed to have rented a penthouse in his head because a couple of days later he asked me to show him that knot again. So I did. I tied his wrists together firmly. He didn’t have to voice what was going on in that wicked mind of his because his eyes spoke for themselves when he leaned back against the bed’s headboard with a defiant look in his eyes–the fucking little brat! He was already so hard when I slid down his pants, his tip leaking pre-cum and making me salivate. I ran my tongue along his shaft, then swirled it around his tip, tasting his fluid and finally sliding it into the small drippy slit of his cock. He whined, his head tilting back against the headboard, his eyes closing for a brief second before he stared blankly at the ceiling as if his soul had just left his body. In a way, it scared me and I was about to untie him when he spoke in a throaty voice,

“Don’t you dare stop!”

With those eyes, he silently asked me to tie him up countless times after that. It was always the same; he would get in my room when my parents were away, or asleep, casually lie on my bed for a few minutes, before reaching out for the drawer in my bedside table. He would start fumbling through my things, as if he owned everything, until he found the rope. And he would always ask me to try and teach him again how to do that knot. Invariably, it would end with him tied up and cumming all over himself, over me, over my sheets–making a mess of both of us and everything near us.

Roman was tied to a chair, his hands firmly bound behind his back, in our favorite sailor’s knot. He was not fully naked, though, just his arousal exposed to my greedy eyes while I eagerly pressed a vibrator against his tip. His head lolled back. The muscles in his abdomen flexed under his shirt. Again, his eyes glazed over and it never failed to startle me a little. But once again, his hips bucked against the vibrator and a soft moan rolled off his lips.

“You’re…” His voice trailed off mid-sentence, and he had to take in a sharp breath before being able to finish his trail of thought “You’re a psycho!” He chuckled, a gruff and needy sound that made me impossibly wetter in my already damp panties. I had ruined his second orgasm, and he let out an exasperated grunt, pulling at the rope that tied him to the chair. I watched him squirm, contort, and shut his eyes tightly. His cock twitching, throbbing desperately as a few drops of cum pathetically leaked from him staining his shirt. 

Then Roman looked up at me, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and arousal,

“Slap me…” It was a request, but it sounded an awful lot like a demand. I laughed at him.

“You gotta ask nicely.” I said, with the most wicked grin on my face.

His eyes rolled in annoyance, but when I pressed the vibe against the tip of his cock again, he caved,

“Please?” His voice sounded whiny, so cute I just had to kiss his forehead.

I should have known it would be too much for him.

After that, he ghosted me. Or rather yet, I was the ghost, because he walked past me in the school hallways as if I wasn’t even there. Chest so puffed, with his arm around Ashley Valentine’s neck. Being peacefully with Roman couldn’t last too long. Eventually, I would need to breathe. Or he would. Or both of us would. I should have known that relinquishing his natural power–something he believed he should have simply by breathing–even if he did so willingly, would make him retreat into himself once more.

I’m not gonna lie, I just wanted to curl up on the floor in a fetal position and disappear. Sink into the depths of the Earth to never be seen again. But, I was smart enough to know the drill; everything was temporary, everyone was a placeholder. Roman Godfrey would always do what Roman Godfrey does–only this time he wasn’t the only shark in the tank. He found his match. I was his co-op partner on hard mode.

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Later that same week, I had Henry up against a wall at Brooke Bluebell’s party and a very displeased Roman Godfrey staring at us with clenched teeth and fiery eyes. I swear I could feel his gaze burning on my skin when Henry delicately tangled his fingers in my hair while my thumb grazed his bottom lip. And Henry was so sweet. I could have loved him. In another lifetime, another reality, he could have been mine and I would have been happy. Not in a world where Roman Godfrey exists, though. In a world where Roman Godfrey existed everything more or less gravitated towards him. Like a blackhole, he pulled me in.

Henry’s breath caught in his throat while I kissed his neck softly, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses all over his sensitive skin. I felt his arousal pressing against my stomach through his jeans. When a low, guttural moan escaped his lips, all I could think about was Roman. Roman Godfrey and his plush lips. Roman Godfrey panting and squirming under me. Roman Godfrey and his large hands all over my body. I had to pull away from Henry because I knew it wasn’t fair to him. Thankfully, he didn’t notice that my current state of flusteredness wasn’t due to him, but to my sinful thoughts about another guy.

“Will you excuse me for a few minutes? Gonna grab another drink…” I said, smiling sweetly at him. His eyes beamed when he smiled back at me and he planted the most gentle kiss ever over my lips before unwrapping his arms from my waist and letting me go.

When I turned around, Roman was clearly fuming! His hand gripped his beer bottle so tightly that I thought it was going to break. He bit his bottom lip–not like he did when he was aroused, no–this was a very specific quirk of his, something he did when things were not going as he had initially planned. My eyes widened at the sight of his dilated pupils, and I felt like prey he wanted to sink his teeth into. It looked like he would rip me open if he could, with his bare hands. Right before I averted my gaze and walked past him, I saw his eyes spark devilishly. I knew he was up to no good when Roman strode toward sweet, innocent Henry, who had moved from the wall and was now talking to two of his friends. My heart clenched in my chest; I was about to walk back to Henry, to try and grab Roman’s arm and prevent him from putting in motion whatever sick idea that he had in mind, but it was too late. Roman's shoulder bumped into Henry on purpose, making him lose his balance a little.

Henry didn’t say a word, he just frowned at Roman in confusion–they had never had any trouble before. And it would have ended there because Roman was headed toward the exit of Brooke’s house, probably to grab a smoke, when one of Henry’s friends decided to be stupid,

“Freak!” The guy said sarcastically, making Roman stop in his tracks. The way he turned, deliberately slow, told me he had gotten exactly what he wanted.

“What did you just say?” Roman’s eyes squinted with a terrifying, psychotic rage.

“You heard me!”

Henry, who watched the whole scene dumbfounded tried to reach for his friend’s arm

“It’s ok, just leave it alone!” Henry tried, but his friend didn’t listen to him.

Roman’s smirk turned into a wide, predatory grin.

“Punch him.” Everyone–because now they had managed to call everyone’s attention at the party–gasped at Roman’s words.

“What?” The guy was flabbergasted at first.

“You heard me!”

The guy turned around and his fist landed straight on Henry’s face, making him fall on the ground completely stunned, and clearly in pain. With a bleeding nose and a satisfied look on his smug face, Roman turned around and left. He waltzed out of the mess he had made and I was still trying to understand how the hell he had managed to make Henry’s own friend punch him. I thought it had to be some sort of blackmailing! Henry’s friends rushed to help him, the one who had punched him kneeling down to help him up muttering apologies. 

Meanwhile my legs had a life of their own because I walked out of Brooke’s house following Roman.

“Roman!” I shouted.

He turned to face me, cleaning his nose with a handkerchief. He didn’t say a word, turned around again and headed toward his stupid cherry-red jaguar.

When he opened the door to get in, I placed my hand on the door slamming it shut. My jaw clenched as I waited for him to acknowledge my presence.

“What the fuck?” He turned to face me once more, his lips pressed in a thin line.

I walked a few steps away from him to try and gather my thoughts. Then I faced him, ready to give him a piece of my mind:

“Are you downright insane? Clinically psychotic?”

“They started the whole thing, what are you on about?” He shook his head in mock disbelief, feigning offense as if he had been the one scorned.

“You ask me to tie you up, do a bunch of things to you, treat me like I’m nothing, show up with Ashley fucking Valentine wrapped around you… And then when I decide to give you the smallest taste of your own medicine, you go ballistic? Fuck off, Roman! You got all flustered because you let your mommy issues show through and you can’t handle the truth about yourself! Fuck you!” My words came out in a rush, tumbling out, tripping over one another.

He laughed dryly with a snort, crossed the distance between us in two long strides, and cupped my face with his abnormally large hands, towering over me.

“I’m gonna show you mommy issues!” His voice came out low, in a warning, through clenched teeth that threatened to attack me. So close to my lips I could almost taste him. His expensive Chanel scent clouding my judgment even further—as if that was even possible!

“Then show me, Roman!” I said.

“It’s a shame…” He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, “it’s a damn shame that you smell like that fucking loser. Now I have to cum all over you just to prove a point…”

I gulped. My eyes widening. But then I smirked at him,

“You say this now. Then we get back to mine and you beg me to tie you up.”

He shrugged.

“That’s why I’m taking you back to mine.”

Everything is temporary; people are just passing through. But we can do it just once more, drag it on a little longer, before the inevitability of separation hits us.

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Masterlist

“Oh god, oh god, oh god…”

Eddie was panting in your ear, holding onto your hips where you straddled his leg, painfully hard cock gripped in your fist as you stroked him quickly in the back of his van. 

“Feels so good, huh, baby?” you practically purred in his ear, your hand working him faster, getting him even more worked up for you. He could already barely form a coherent sentence.

“Uh-“ he swallowed, his words turning into a whine. “Uh huh.”

“Good boy,” you praised him, pressing your soft lips to the tender spot on his neck that always made him weak in the knees. He shuddered, his breath coming in a shallow gasp. His ringed hand grasped onto your arm tightly.

“Please…please…”

“Please what, baby?” you cooed, but you could tell he didn’t even know the answer to that question.

He shook his head, quietly babbling utter nonsense. He was so cute like this. “You like when I stroke your cock for you?”

He nodded quickly. No doubt in that question. “Please…more-“

You sped up your hand, squeezing his cock with every other upstroke. His chest was heaving, eyes falling closed, reaching for you like you were his lifeline. He was falling apart fast.

“Look at you,” you said, taking the minute to take in the view yourself. “All fucked out like this with your cock in my hand, desperate for me to finish you. That’s what you want, huh, baby? For me to make you cum?”

“Fuck, yeah,” he whined, the clearest words you’d gotten from him yet. “G’na cum.”

“You’re close?” you asked, even though you could tell by the way he was pulsing in your hand, his thighs shaking, his hips canting up into your fist.

“S-so close,” he said, voice shaking. “Please, please don’t stop. Don’t fuckin’ stop, don’t ever stop, baby.”

You smiled to yourself at his rambling. You leaned down, stuck your tongue out and licked at his head as you continued pumping him in your fist. He let out a strangled cry, head thrown back.

“Gonna…gonna….”

You opened your mouth in perfect time to catch the cum that shot all over your face and hand as Eddie groaned, thrusting his hips up again and again as he came hard.

Eddie breathed deeply as you moved to sit next to him again. He reached over and took your hand, and you smiled at him.

“Guess we should get back to class.”

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Eminem in court, 2001.

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IT IS FINALLLY COMPLEETEEEE!!! I’m editing it rn and I’m gonna post it tonight 🤭💞

✰ Coming Soon ✰

(This is based off a novel I read recently called “Knot All Is Forgiven” by Holly Monroe)

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i just know in my bones that i will somehow make a beautiful life for myself no matter what the world throws at me

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okay okay i can close some tabs i don't need this google image search of "pear trees"....well you never know actually

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Love it when I consume a media and it consumes me in turn, till I no longer exist outside of it and it will forever exist within me

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Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry featured in “A Writer’s Diary”

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OH MY GAAWWDDD YESSS WE ARE SOOO BACKKK!!!!

Two best friends in a room they might…kiss?

Inspired by @eerielamb concept.

Imagine Rafe Cameron helps you take sexy pictures but things quickly heat up.

Smut, dirty talk, creampie!!

“Can you pay attention?” You scolded your best friend, Rafe who rolled his eyes. You asked him to take some pictures for you to post on your spicy account.

“It’s kinda hard to focus with your tits out and you’re popping your ass.” He snapped and you flipped him off.

“Okay, well I’m not tall enough to get the angle I need and you are. Now get the picture!” Rafe grumbled but he was trying to subtly hide his hard on as you stuck your tongue out and sunk to your knees.

Unable to resist, he spoke “Hey why don’t you uh…suck on my fingers for a picture? That’s sexy as fuck.” He half expected you to slap him but he smirked when you pulled his thick fingers between your lips.

“Atta girl, yeah there you go. Damn, tongue too?” He questioned as you tilted your head, rolling your eyes back as you took them further.

Rafe pulled them out and held his phone at a different angle. “Push your tits together, stick your tongue out again and spit. Let the drool fall.” His orders came in sharp commands and you swiftly listened. Your lingerie fit your form perfectly and he groaned when you added a few bounces.

“God, you’re a good girl. Hands and knees, let me see that perfect ass from the back.” Rafe hummed in approval when you listened, your bottom half bouncing as you moved around. The lacy thong showing off the curves of your body and he couldn’t resist giving it a hard spank.

Rafe started to palm himself outside of his pants, his hard cock throbbing in his boxers and he told you quietly different positions to get into. “Good girl, that’s it. You listen so good. Think you can do a little more?”

You turned around, your lipgloss sticky and drool still dripping onto your chest. You gave him a pout. “Cmon, Rafe. If you’re gonna be a perv, you might as well touch me.” Rafe didn’t need to be told twice as he set the phone down, hauled you up and slammed his lips to yours in a kiss. You think it would leave you breathless as he swiftly set you on your back, pushing your panties to side and moaned at your dripping cunt.

“Dirty little girl all wet? you want your best friend to fuck you? Is that why you set this up?” You gave him a half hearted shrug and Rafe ran his fingers along your underwear, snapping the strings on your hips. Rafe clicked his tongue and pulled out his dick. Your mouth watered at the size and thickness but you then whined as he pumped himself above your pussy. Not giving you what you wanted.

“You manipulated this so you’re gonna watch or beg me for my cock. You want it?”

“Yes, please, please, I’m sorry, I just wanted you to make a move! Please, fuck me.” You reached forward but Rafe grasped your hands with one and pushed it back. pinning them above your head.

“Nah, you can do better. You don’t sound like you really want my dick. I think you wanna watch me stroke it above that pretty pussy. You’re a dirty little slut and you’d lick my boots clean if I asked.”

Your eyes blinked away tears as you continued begging, pleading and you were so turned on seeing him tug himself. His red tip grazed your cunt and you started crying harder. Rafe could have cum but he finally had mercy.

He pulled one leg up, releasing your wrists and pushed his dick into you. You squealed as he filled you up to the brim, your bed moving from his thrusts and he set a hand on your throat.

“Fuck, your pussy suckin me so tight. Needed it, huh? Needed me to fuck this little pussy?” Rafe sucked in a breath as you raised your legs over his shoulders and he got an even deeper angle. The material of your panties drove him crazy as he pounded you harder, you were a mess under him but Rafe needed to balls deep.

He manhandled you on your stomach, pulling your ass up and held your hips so hard it hurt in the best way. His balls slapped and you buried your face in the pillow as Rafe grabbed your hair. Moving you up to attach his lips to yours again in a messy kiss.

“I’m gonna make you a dumb little cum bunny. Make you a goddamn champ at taking my cock,” He let you go and pulled out, making you whimper before slamming back in. You screamed at the fullness.

“Can barely fit but I’ll make it work. You’re fuckin mine, filthy little girl.” Rafe watched you convulse as you came so hard you nearly hyperventilated. The sounds you made caused his own peak to arrive and he coated your insides with cum. He stayed there, not wanting a drop to be wasted and then watched his cock slowly pull out. Cum leaked out of you and dripped onto the sheets. Your inner thighs wet and Rafe smirked.

“Look at that. You gave me something good to eat. Get on your back and let me enjoy my meal.”

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Boy Kills World (2024)

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lock the fuck in?? no way dude. I am TUCKED the fuck in :) good night

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MY FUUCCKKKINNNGGG DADDDDD

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hey if you don’t like a fanfic, you do not need to read it and you especially do not need to comment mean things. all you achieve is ruining a writer’s day. people write fanfic for fun and for free and if you don’t like something, just click off instead of making a stranger who’s just trying to be creative feel shitty, thanks!!

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@eerielamb is the sweetest sweetie to ever sweetie. She’s always so observant, selfless, and a wonderful friend. I keep staring at this bag wondering if I’m gonna wake up because I can’t believe it’s MINE. I love you sm, bun bun.💞✨

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DJO — The Crux (4 April 2025)

It’s important to do that for a bunch of different things, to just learn how to be happy and present in the moment. But it’s hard when your brain is constantly thinking, ‘What about the future?’ and ‘What about the past?’. It’s the human struggle – basically ‘What does it mean to be content?’ — Joe Keery +