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[softsunnyy]

Okayokayokay

But how do we think each of the Hughes boys would react to you squirting for the first time? (On their cock, face fingers, doesnt matter)

Or you can just pick one!

-🐥

hi sweetie, i tried not to get too carried away, but i wrote it based on my versions of each one !!

🚨 mean!Luke, cocky!Jack, and slight dark!Quinn 🚨

LUKE HUGHES

he's obsessed, capable of forgetting everything just so you can do that again.

oh, you don't even remember when it started, how long you've been fucking. Luke slides in and out of your pussy, a ring of his cum surrounding the base of his cock, your pussy drooling, wanting to cum, but he doesn't let you. You made him angry, you'd played a joke on him and thought you wouldn't get any punishments, but he wasn't going to let you get away with it.

he's going strong, hard, like he's forgotten how big his cock is, like he's ignoring the bulge in your belly because he's so deep inside you, bruising your walls, touching that sensitive space that makes tears run down your cheeks.

you babble, begging him to slow down, to let you cum. You apologize. You try to form coherent sentences, but he just moves, punishing you, making your pussy ache and red, with your swollen clit and bite marks decorating your body.

you should have known better than to tease him, than to play with his patience, but now here you are, learning your lesson, feeling like you're going to faint, while he hammers inside you, using his strength, moving you to his liking, using your body like you were a doll.

your sweet boy was completely gone, and your hole is burning, you want to cum, you wanna release all the pleasure you feel.

and now you start to feel a little strange; it's not the same knot as all the other times, your legs spasm harder, you feel the urge to pee—it's stronger, it's much more intense. You feel like you can't hold it, and your whimpers become more desperate. Your clit aches...

and then it happens.

Luke's eyes widen, your walls squeeze him, suffocating him. You started to make a mess. Your juices spurting everywhere, your body much weaker, more sensitive. You missed the smile that formed on your boyfriend's face. It was a huge grin. He made you squirt. God. He didn't even know you could do that.

now he wants you to do it again. His stamina renewed. Fuck the punishment, i think you've learned your lesson.

he's not going to stop. He's like a kid with a new toy. And all he can think about is getting you to do it again, giving him that pleasure.

you see the hungry look in his eyes, and even though mean Luke's gone for a moment, you know he won't let you rest, not now, not ever, so you'll have to prepare yourself.

JACK HUGHES

he's totally cocky about it, he'll say he didn't even have to try very hard to get you like that.

it was a completely normal day. You were lying in bed, on a relaxing morning, until you two started making out, and then you couldn't stop. It always feels too good with him.

your legs are over his shoulders now, you feel him everywhere. He slides in quickly, leaving kisses and bites on your thighs, without care, but giving you that beautiful smile that makes you melt inside.

your mind is foggy, your back arches. Jack knows how to move to have you right where he wants you. He even took his time at the beginning, when he ate you out, making you cum, making you wet enough to be able to receive him without any problems.

he's fast, and his hand goes to your clit, rubbing it, overstimulating you, making you feel on cloud nine, and he teases you, asks if you're gonna cum yet, even telling you to hold it, but you don't think you can. Not when you feel this good. Not when his cock seems to kiss your cervix, taking over your walls, marking his name on your pussy with each time he slides in.

you feel the knot, and it's intense, making you squeeze your eyes shut, and your legs are shaking. Jack feels it, so he moves his hand faster, even gently slapping your clit.

that's when you cum, but it's not like usual. Jack watches, amused, as spurts of your cum make a mess, wetting your thighs, his. Your walls clench, spasm, and he moves his hand as fast as he can, making your juices spurt further, soaking his body, your body, everything in their path.

he grins, proud, cocky. And he doesn't stop moving. God, he doesn't even stop moving his hand, even though you whimper and try to push him away. He takes both of your hands and keeps you from touching him. He overstimulates you. He looks into your eyes and shows you how much he loved it.

now that he knows you can do this, he won't stop, he can't. You need to prepare yourself, because now he will want to do it all the time.

and he's cocky about it, you know he'll remind you, he won't stop smiling. It's like he's unlocked an achievement, and now he'll think of all the possible ways he can get you to do it again.

he's the man, he feels that way, more than ever.

QUINN HUGHES

he was just playing with you, now he's entertained. The obsessive part of him is ignited.

his face is pressed against your pussy. He's devouring you, sucking, licking. He's using his tongue to run over your folds, sucking the way he knows you like, feeling drops of your juices run down his chin.

he uses his nose to nudge your clit and slides his tongue inside your hole, feeling your warmth, how tight you are. God, you two are supposed to be hurrying, you're supposed to be on your way to an event, but now he's lost. He can't get away from your pussy. He doesn't care how much you beg, how much you whine and try to push him away.

you've come at least two or three times in his mouth, and he hasn't even given you time to rest. He hasn't even taken the time to take off his pants and free his cock. He can spend hours just giving your pussy attention, swallowing your juices, making a mess of you without even having to use his fingers or his cock.

your hand tugs at his hair, but he only growls, now bringing his tongue to your clit, feeling how swollen it is, knowing you're desperate, struggling internally, not knowing if you want him to continue or stop. Knowing it's his decision either way.

the event is forgotten; he doesn't even remember it anymore. All he cares about is eating you out, bathing himself in the scent of your arousal, and claiming your body as his own, because it is. He's obsessed with the way your body reacts, how you moan his name like a broken record, trying to maintain consciousness, which is a hard task.

and you feel something in your belly. You feel desperate, your eyes squeeze shut, and you're close to screaming his name to get his attention. You wanna warn him, warn him that you feel different, that there's something stronger. But he knows it, he can feel it on his tongue, and yet he continues to devour you, drunk on your taste. He wants to see what's coming next, whatever it is, and to do that, he doesn't need to leave your pussy. You won't be able to push him away.

your toes curl, you try to close your legs, but nothing stops the pleasure from exploding. Your juices fill Quinn's mouth, and he swallows desperately, unconsciously rubbing his cock against the blankets, feeling on the edge, at his limit.

he licks, swallows, never stopping stimulating you, and tears start to fall from your eyes, feeling the sharp tickle on your clit. You try to stop him by tugging at his hair, but he moves closer again. It's an addiction, like it's his last meal.

for Quinn, it's like a wire has snapped, it's like he's found an answer he didn't know he was looking for. In his head, he replays the image of your fluids flying, making a mess just for him.

he's gonna make you do that again, and again, and again. He doesn't even care about anything else. He doesn't see you whining, how overstimulated you are. No. He doesn't see his phone lighting up with missed calls. He doesn't see the clock. He can only see your pussy.

a feeling of pride in his chest, which is obsessive, unlike his brothers', is dark. He wants to do this. He wants you to feel this good, of course. But he wants to do it more for himself, for his own pleasure.

[softsunnyy]

Quinn Hughes would be the happiest man alive if he could stay with his face buried in your pussy and this is a hill I will die on

-🐥

so… i did something 👉🏻👈🏻

this is also @ruinix fault !!

🚨 oral sex... and kinda a drugged subby Quinn, oops 🚨

poorly written, i literally finished this right before going to sleep, so i'll just post it and check in the morning. DON'T KILL ME.

Quinn is watching, trying to contain himself. He plays with his hands nervously, trying to hide the effect you have on him, but it gets harder and harder every second.

he´s sure it all started that morning, when you put on that perfume. The same one he smells on your neck every time you two fuck. Every time he's buried in your pussy and trying to hide his face, biting your skin, growling, even whimpering. It's an addictive scent, it drives him crazy, but today he particularly feels it more than ever. He's smelled it before you appear in every room.

his senses are more alert, his eyes glassy, his bulge aches, and he starts to sweat coldly. It's like you do it on purpose. As if you know the effect it has on him and decide to use it against him today, when all his friends and teammates are invited to the house. When he can't do anything about it, because all eyes and attention will be on him, so he can't take you to the bathroom and make you his.

it's stressful, and he's getting grumpier and grumpier. His eyes travel over your body, and he´s getting distracted in the middle of conversations now.

he sees how your clothes hug your figure. You look beautiful, as always, but this time his feelings are more intense. And his eyes travel to your legs, seeing how you squeeze them, how they move when you walk, how they expand when you sit. He sees how you move your head when you talk, and how your hands try to match the passion with which you converse.

he tries to see your chest, your ass, and feels like a pervert, but he can't help it, and some of his teammates have started to notice, teasing him, with huge smiles on their faces, not understanding the torture this is for him.

his cock aches, and he tries to hide it, to fix his pants, to adjust his posture, but nothing works, and he shifts uncomfortably, trying to ignore your existence, but failing. And he feels like he might cry and come when you approach his side, hugging his arm, resting your head on his shoulder, and waving at one of the boys. He smells you, he can't help it, and then he loses himself even more.

memories, images, his head filled with all the things he'd love to do to you, and you can feel his body almost shaking from how tense he is, causing you to smile. You know what you're doing, you know what you're causing, and you're completely entertained watching your boyfriend, normally so dominant with you, turn into a ball of arousal, a bundle of nerves who will do whatever you ask. And he doesn't even know the real reason behind it. He doesn't know what you did.

and when the meeting drags on a bit, he feels like he might start begging. He's capable of kneeling, screaming for you to please help him, to touch his cock, to even give him a kiss, because he knows that's all it takes for him to cum and stain his pants.

it's pathetic.

his cheeks are red, and he constantly runs his tongue over his lips, feeling his dry throat. He looks everywhere, lost, and tries to find you once more, because you've left him, and he feels like he can't stand it. You can't leave him, not even for a second. And when his eyes find you, he sighs in relief, feeling his underwear slightly wet, sticky. He knows he's on the edge, and he can't understand what's happening.

he tries to remember, to understand when it all started. When he woke up, he felt attracted to you, of course he did, but everything got even worse when this started, when his friends arrived and he tried to have a drink with them. You had handed him a glass of something; and that's all. From that moment on, he began to feel strange, heated, increasingly confused. And he tries to put the pieces together, to understand what you did to him, and normally that would have led to you being brutally punished, but now he feels helpless. He feels like he can't control you.

he can only beg.

and when his friends finally leave, there's silence, tense and charged. You turn your back on him, waiting for him to speak, to come closer, to whimper or cry. But you don't hear anything, and you're alarmed, so you're about to turn to face him. At that moment, Quinn takes your hand, hurriedly, without care, and leads you to the bedroom, trying not to stumble.

then, when you enter the room, he turns to look at you, cupping your face in both hands, pulling you close, kissing you.

and it's desperate, you feel it. It steals your breath and you try to put your hands on his arms, searching for support because your legs want to give up, like every time you feel his lips. He leaves a kiss, and another, and another. And you can hear him whimper, how he moans in pain for his cock, and how his body grows weaker and weaker, until he finally falls to his knees in front of you.

you have him.

and you look down on him, making him feel small, consumed, at your mercy for the first time. He stares at you with his bright, glassy eyes, completely attentive. He's stunned, and you can see the dark patch on his pants. You can literally do whatever you want. So you decide to give him a show.

he doesn't touch you, he doesn't dare, but he feels like he's going to come when you start to take off your shirt, followed by your bra. You let him see your tits, and for a moment he's about to drool, watching them bounce, how the air makes your nipples harden rapidly. He wants to kiss, suck. He wants to put his face on your chest and leave the marks of his fingers, his teeth. Anything.

he wants to come on your skin, watch his cum run thickly between your tits. Or over your nipples. And every thought makes him want to move, but something stops him. Your gaze.

your eyes are intimidating, full of leadership, of power, and he won't do anything unless you ask him to, even though he feels like he's about to die from not being able to touch you.

"what do you wanna do, Quinn?" you ask him, and he wants to whine when he hears his name. “I need you to tell me what you want.”

he swallows, trying not to look at your tits so he can look at your face. He tries to formulate words, to say something coherent, but it takes him a couple of seconds to think of anything.

“please…” he mumbles.

“what?” you ask, leaning in slightly, your tits closer to him.

“please, just let me touch you... please.” you can see he’s desperate, his cheeks flushed, and then you nod.

“fine,” you said, and before his eyes, you took off your pants, slowly, missing the way his eyes wandered to your legs, to the bite marks adorning your thighs, or to the bruises on your knees from every time you’d been in his position. Then you took off your panties, and he could see the dark stain of your arousal, letting him know he wasn’t the only one who felt this way.

then you moved to the bed, sitting on the edge, watching as he moved closer, quickly, scraping his skin, making his knees turn red. When he was in front of you, you opened your legs, showing him your glistening, wet, hot pussy. He can smell your arousal and you nod, giving him the green light.

Quinn doesn't hesitate. His hands spread your legs even wider, and his face buries in your pussy, devouring you. His tongue runs between your folds, and you can hear him swallowing your juices, instantly becoming drunk on your fluids.

he's always loved eating you out, but now? now he feels like he's on another level. In heaven.

he plays with your clit, sucking, licking, listening to you whimper as one of your hands tangles in his hair, trying to pull him even closer. And he complies, taking over your pussy, which welcomes him, dripping wet.

your hole throbs, your clit swells, and he doesn't stop moving, making out with your lips, making sure your moans are loud and clear. Unconsciously, he moves his pelvis and rubs himself against the floor and the edge of the bed, stimulating his cock, sending shocks of pleasure through him that make him moan, grunt, and become even wilder and more primal. He wants to cum, he wants to make you cum.

he doesn't even need to get inside of you; he just wants to eat you out, even if his tongue goes numb, his jaw cramps, and his knees break. Nothing matters to him, just you and your sweet, addictive pussy, which has him in the clouds.

and you try to go along with the plan, conscious, but it's so hard, and all you can do is throw your head back, moaning his name like a broken record, feeling his tongue everywhere, doing what he knows you like.

even though the idea was to torture him, you can't deny how much it turned you on to see him so desperate, and for hours, you waited for this moment, making your pussy more than ready for him, for anything.

Quinn is good at what he does, he knows it, and he knows he doesn't even need to use his fingers, thrusting his tongue into your hole, being welcomed by your tight walls, which throbbed around him, acknowledging him, welcoming him home. And he lingered, drugged by the sensations, his mind completely clouded.

all he can think about is devouring you, making you cum again and again so he can keep feeling your taste, your juices. And you know it, you know he can go on for hours, and the thought alone excites you.

soon, a knot begins to form in your belly, and you know what's coming, but you don't warn him, because you know he knows. And when he notices, he begins to rub himself harder, widening the stain on his pants, feeling his cock throb, furious, red, marked by his veins and with his swollen tip, his balls eager to release his cum.

it's when he feels you cumming that he allows himself to do it. But he doesn't let you rest; he keeps moving, keeps swallowing, feeling drop after drop of your cum run down his chin, wetting his neck and soon his chest. His pants are soaked, completely sticky, with thick white strips wasted, but his cock is just as hard as it was at the beginning.

and you moan, trying to beg him to slow down, to give you a few seconds, but he's physically incapable of doing that. He feels drunk, he needs to keep drinking from you, and nothing's going to get him out of your pussy, not when he's stronger and desperate.

you gave him access to the only thing he needs, and he doesn't even care if he has to ruin his pants now just to stay there. He's willing to do whatever it takes.

he loves your pussy.

so, for now, get ready; he won't stop until he's gotten a good number of orgasms out of you.

whatever you gave him, it worked.

[gun-chucks]

actually i will put this here. i have a playlist of 80 indie bands w under 10k listeners on spotify and i am always adding more so maybe youll find that one small musician who will change ur life

somewhere on a long dead forum there's a link that no longer works to a mod to a game nobody plays that would be a valuable contribution to the way people see level design if it got a chance to be seen. somewhere on a website that gets 15 monthly visitors there's a webcomic that woulkd inspire and resonate with you and change your life even in a small way if you could just find it. somewhere theres a music artist that would inspire you for years to come but their work just can't manage to be seen online or off. theres so many things that would change your life that just can't seem to rise to the surface and remain undiscovered and forgotten. or maybe never shared

[emergingghost]

julien baker (in orange) in her fender player ii session! [x]

[poptropicacheats]

I was accidentally 15 one time and basically there’s Problems forever because of this

[marieeeluvsyou]

i think about this every day

“i can’t stop looking at her t-t-t..face”

NASTY DOG!ELLIE x MEAN!POPULAR!READER

Synopsis: you were a popular girl in school, pretty and mean, the whole package of course and ellie? yeah she was head over heels for you.

Authors note: hey guyssss lol, this is my first fic ever but i hope it was okay, feel free to give me critic, (my first language isn’t english so there might be mistakes)

OCTOBER

yeah okay, ellie was nasty…there was no denying it and she knew that very well.

she wasn’t nasty in the form of hygiene and basic human decency but it was more in the desire department. she wanted nothing more than to get her face shoved into a pussy and do everything and anything to please you.

Even her friends took notice, it wasn’t unusual for her best friend dina to call her out numerous times a day, “jesus ellie, quit ogling over her” to which ellie would throw her hands in the air and look at her best friend with an annoyed and pouty look, “im not ogling, she’s just in my eyesight…s’not my fault”. Ellie knew she was totally drooling at the sight of you, her eyes never leaving your beautiful face, and your tempting body…you were just so perfect, so blissfully perfect it even annoyed her a little because the chance of you ever looking in her way, it was laughable, no way in hell could you like her.

Ellie wasn’t unpopular, in fact she had many friends and a great social life, that didn’t exclude the fact that she was hardcore loser but people didn’t really notice that…except you and your friends of course.

It was like you were cut out from a 2000s lame repeating teenage movie, so pretty, so poetic yet so fucking mean.

you were considered one of the prettiest girl in the school, nobody admitted it out loud but everyone knew the power you held along with that. you had many admires, many “suitors”…literally. you were a part of the ever lasting “popular clique”. you and your friends were a higher power in the school, you were of status, of value, of position, or at least that’s what your friendgroup had convinced themselves of.. it didn’t matter though, you and your friends made sure people knew you were better than them.

oh and your favorite thing? making people feel useless, making them squirm under the gaze of your piercing and almost stinging eyes.

ellie hated that.

just like any other kid who hadn’t been brainwashed yet, of course she hated it, getting made fun of or treated like a dog is never pleasant, but the weird thing? she never really did despise you for that. there was something about you that made you so intriguing no matter how much of a bitch you were to others.

in your eyes, you weren’t mean. at least not like your friends who buillied kids for merely looking in their way, and shit talked people while they were present, to make them feel weak. no, you weren’t like that, in fact you could be really sweet and kind, but sometimes the sass and attitude just over-shined that unfortunately..but to ellie’s sake? it made you even more fucking hot, even though you constantly stepped on her. Like a snake with venom, you and your friends would walk past ellie and her friends in the hallway, you would look at her with this nasty look on your face, a complete grimace of utter disbelief and disgust and then you’d scoff, in ellies eyes? you had looked at her, acknowledged her, given her a bit of your attention…and it only made her want to be your lap dog, but unfortunately that’s all the attention ellie had ever gotten from you…mean stares.

dina and her boyfriend jesse would notice the way ellie’s eyes lighted up slightly when you grimaced at her, they both scoffed to them selves, knowing what a complete fool their friend was.

at night after a boring school day, ellie would lie in her bed with her phone dangling from her cold and calloused hand, her eyes focused on the sight of you- from a picture she found on your instagram, your graciously perfect curves and thighs, your eyes that looked like the universe, your glistening skin…oh, ellie was in a dangerous trance. Her other hand working on her puffy pink pussy that so desperately needed to get touched. pumping in and out with her slender fingers, ellie let out soft whimpers and noises, imagining that you were the one who made her feel like this, your rough but gentle fingers making her squirm and moan while you had that powerful smirk on your face, the one you always have when talking to someone below you, a stark contrast to the innocenct smiles you’d offer the teachers and those stupid boys who shamelessly flirted with you, their eyes only focusing on your round curvy tits…that made her furious, she knew she wasn’t exceptionally better than them but she was far more discreet and the difference between her and those men? she wanted to do everything you told her to…meanwhile they just wanted to use her body- in ellie’s eyes you were a goddess, in theirs? another fuckable girl to boost their ego.

She’d imagine you riding her dick and screaming out her name, bouncing up and down on the silicone as you bit your lip, making you feel so fucking good and carefree, while still knowing she’d never be in the position to fuck you, to dominate you, no no no…she’d be too pathetic for that, instead she’d be grinding on your ass, humping her skin on yours as you degrade her with your venomous words, pathetic dog, you wanna fuck me? then earn it..

you would make a fool out of her, make her feel useless just like you did to poor students on a normal school day.…but with ellie? your cruel taunting words wouldnt work on her, she’d only want more of you.

this was all in her imagination anyway but it wouldn’t stop her from cumming into her black boxers for the third time this night, now filled with her juices, only because of you and the irritating grip you had on her mind.

she’d lay back on her bed after her high, tired and touch deprived as her own fingers were never enough, she should feel ashamed, and she sometimes did but truth be told…ellie did not regret it at all, she knew she was nasty, nasty for imagining you, nasty for making you her sex fantasy, nasty for not giving a fuck. but she couldn’t stop herself.

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OCTOBER 28TH

i’m the highlights of october, everyone’s favorite month, a party had been planned like usual from one of the notorious party hosts, everyone was invited, which could only mean one thing...chaos.

After having brainstormed with dina and jesse for about a week, ellie had finally managed to figure out what her costume would be, it would be as simple as a wolf...a quick memory of her and old best friend trying on halloween masks, giggles and shitty puns running through her mind with a smile on her face, yeah- this was perfect.

ironically enough you had choosen to dress up as a cat, with ears, a painted nose and long nails that could snatch any guy or girl you had your eye on whether they wanted you or not, you’d have the power to get them anyways. a fierce kitty cat fitted you perfectly, it was a costume made for you.

Inside the enormous house, music was blasting and pounding, lights flickering all the colors, the smell of alcohol and sweat evidently stuck out. A glance around at all the people in costumes, it was almost the same atmosphere like there would be in a masquerade ball, it was the thrilling idea of putting on a mask for the night, and letting yourself let lose,

this wasn’t a normal party no, this was a chance to be/do/act any way you’d like, and many people had realized that, including ellie. The auburn haired girl had been wanting to talk with you for such a long time but she never had the guts to actually do it, in classes she would always imagine you dropping your pen, then she’d reach out and pick it up for you to take, hands brushing, fate happening, but of course something like that never actually did make it out of her mind.

Her mind had been running wild the day before the party, hell even the week before, the possibility of her longing desires becoming real?…she couldn’t contain herself, the thought of having a chance to talk to you, without the social structures and thick line between popular and not, it was exciting.

Ellie and her friends were sipping beers and passing around a fat joint, Ellie was sitting on the couch, her fair skin filled with freckles like stars, that nobody had ever seen, as she rarely shows her body. her fur glove paws wrapped around the joint and brought it to her lips, she took a long and well deserved hit, weed filling her lungs and system. the familiar feeling was ever so soothing, ellie made a content sigh and leaned back on the couch, her eyes traveling up to the crowd of people standing around and her eyes land on you, she immediately takes notice to your outfit, heat creeping up on her cheeks, a red tint covering her face and one single thought

holy fuck.

the way your dress hugged your body was enough to send ellie into a complete spiral, or the way your face was slightly painted, with your eyes covered in black eyeshadow, making you look like you could manipulate someones mind just by a quick glance.

ellie couldnt tear her eyes away from you, it was impossible when you looked so damn good, she wanted nothing more than for you to look at her, give her attention, give her validation. she wanted nothing else but to be at your feet. Ellie was ready to bite you, like a dog running after a cat, she’d be on your tail…leaping next to you at every step you took. Her gaze secretly lands on your chest, plump tits looking like a snack for her to devour, she wanted her tongue all over you, to lick you up, to feel your honey colored, shiny ski-

“hello?? earth to ellie?” the girl was pulled out of her trance, which might have been good because ellie was suddenly feeling way too hot and lustful, yeah it was the definitely the weed's fault, or so she convinced herself as if she pinning over you yesterday. “fuck- sorry yeah, what were you saying dee?” dina punched her arm and rolled her eyes. “oh my god ellie, were you staring at her again?! you know you can’t get her- just back off already”, dina was a good friend, she and ellie had been best friends since forever, which meant dina had no shame in being blunt and direct, telling ellie the truth that she didnt want to realize. Ellie grumbles and runs a hand over her face, feeling caught, but nevertheless her gaze once again falling back on you and more so- your chest that sat so beautiful in your black dress. “ow?! wha- i know that, you don’t have to point it out..”

dina scoffed at this, as she immediately noticed her dumb friend returning her gaze to you, “jeez ellie, stop looking at her ti-“

“face!” she interrupted quickly and looked at her friend with a slight smirk, the alcohol mixed with the weed running through her veins made her feel slightly more confident. “eugh you're like a nasty dog, and not in a good way” dina rolls her eyes and takes the joint from ellies hand, ellie lets out a cackle at her choice of words, but not denying them..she was definitely a nasty dog when it came to you.

ellie's pinning hadn't flown past your head, nothing did, of course you had noticed, you notice everything..if only ellie knew that, when she was shamelessly staring at you. but enough about that, were you going to do anything about it? absolutely not, many people’s eyes landed in you, if you gave one of them attention, others would just want your attention even more.

you had the upper hand in this and you werent going to do anything…but then why did it annoy you so much that her eyes were on you? usually you didn’t care…but something about ellie made you intrigued, and you fucking hated it.

ellie didn’t know how it happened, her feet had leaped up and were suddenly moving towards you, she couldn’t stop her feet they had a mind of their own right now and it was freaking ellie out

don’t act stupid ellie, fuck you’re dressed as a wolf?! and you except her to wanna talk to you

she stopped behind you, god you were even prettier up close, no ellie stop- act normal- before she could continue her nervous rambling inside her head, you had turned around and looked at her, your eyebrows scrunched with an annoyed look on your face, shit, ellie couldn’t tell if she regretted everything in that moment or if this was worth it as she got the chance to see you up close for once.

“um hi..?, what was your name again?” you glare at her like she was just an annoying bug in your face that you desperately wanted to get rid of. but ellie didn’t care she was too focused on your face. your kitty ears fitted you so well in your smooth messy hair and your painted nose made her want to crumble on the spot. ellie couldn’t tell if she was drooling or not, she might as well have been because of your outstanding beauty, you were like nothing she had seen before. “oh-..uh..i-im ellie”

you laugh in her face, the sound sending a lightning bolt through her body. “well.. ellie, you should’ve dressed up as a stalker to make up for your behavior” you cross your arms and look at her, taking in every inch of her skin, the poor girl felt so nervous and intimidated yet turned on under your hard gaze, “my behavior? what um what do you mean?-i- wasn’t-“

ellies words get caught off as you interrupted her, not having time or energy for her boring lies “i-i-i”..don’t play dumb with me,” you mock her stuttering with a cold tone of voice, clearly trying to use one of your classic mean girl techniques, ellie convinced herself she wasn’t bothered but truth be told she felt a little irritated, she felt herself become a little hurt by your bluntness and mean words, maybe her fondness of you was exactly what it was, just a facade she could see from the distance, ellie’s thoughts stopped as you spoke your next words with a smirk on your face and an innocent voice, “shouldn’t a good puppy like you learn some manners…”

she sucked in her breath, a blush creeping up her pale cheeks. your words were evil, and so not meant in any way but evil, you were trying to make her feel intimidated and it was working…but she couldn’t help but notice the touch of lust in your eyes, or maybe she was just drunk. her body was hot, her gaze finding your face, your evil grin paired with the most innocent, precious eyes she had ever seen, her previous irritation hadn’t faded completely but her temptations were definitely ruling over it. nasty thoughts springing in her mind, too unholy to be present right now, and you knew that.

“i’m a wolf…” she mumbled quietly under her breath, in reality she wanted to respond with a drop to her knees, but that wasn’t realistic yet. “is that barking, i hear coming from you??” you mockingly put up a hand to your ear pretending to listen for barks, looking at her as if she was nothing but a unpropper dog. Your gaze stays steady, challenging her to talk back, but a glint in her eyes shows she's up for the game, and you’re ready, not backing down an inch. ellie couldn’t help her spark of confidence in her next words. “funny, coming from someone dressed like a kitten” ellie licks her lips and speaks with a small smirk, tilting her head slightly, the alcohol for sure made ellie do it, in the real world she’d never have the guts to be playful with you.

You narrowed your eyes at her, not expecting her to say that, a cackle leaves your lips and you cross your arms and study her face. “oh now look who’s getting bold, did the little dog finally learn to bite back? hm?” your expression taunting, your irritation still present but an intriguing look in your eyes had appeared, waiting to see if ellie had the guts to really challenge you or if it was just a quick moment. she couldn’t figure you out, the tension was thick between the two girls

ellie didn’t want to respond, she didnt know what to say that could satisfy your question, she’d do anything for this moment to never end.

“m...maybe i did” the auburn haired girl reponds a little unsure of herself but she hides it with a steady face, she wanted to prove herself to you, prove that she wasnt just nervous rack. “maybe? oh ellen...i’d love to see that happening from someone like you” you smile innocently, knowing full well her name wasn’t ellen but she didn’t have to know that.

“its ellie...and, i can bark” she said, raising her chin higher to prove her point, her green eyes holding your gaze. She’s on edge, unsure if she’s just woken up something she can’t handle.

“..and i can scratch” you lean closer, the distance suddenly becoming much smaller, ellie could see the tiny spots on your nose and the way your lips were neatly formed and pressed towards, your piercing eyes finding ellie’s green orbits, staring daggers into her skull, ellie could’ve sworn she saw you looking at her lips for a split second, but she wasn’t sure…

does she want me the same way i want her?- no ellie, remember what dina said.

“but you already know that, don’t you?…ellie” oh the brown haired girl knew it very well, everyone did…you scratched like a kitten, you had your claws on everyone. She was speechless for a moment before nodding compliantly and before she could let out a real response you beat her to it, with the same smirk you had on your face the entire time. “that’s what i figured, enjoy the party ellen.” you reach your hand out and pat her head, your long nails making contact with her chestnut colored hair, in the most taunting annoying way ever and then you just disappear into the crowd of people, leaving ellie standing like a flustered mess, a hopeless, pathetic, blushing mess. she had never expected her first conversation with you to be like this.

god she was down bad~

part two??

[pollen]

you should really get comfortable believing in love and magic and whimsy or you’ll continue to live a half-life for the rest of the time you have on earth

[lecialucille]

🎀🌻☘️ねこねこねこねこねこねこねこねこ🎀🌻☘️

[jakkenpoy]

[mlm-blues]

hes soooo and he makes me feel sooooo and he looks sooooo and hes just. just sooooooo

[tapiocats]

You’re a star, Claudia

[thegoodmorningman]

#theyellowcrayola

#iknowwhatcolorthesunis

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

"I told you it wasn't gonna fit, babe..."

"It'll fit," he insists, rubbing your clit as he lines up his cock with your entrance once more. "You just gotta relax."

"We've been trying for an hour and you can't even get the head in."

He shushes you, licking over his lip as his eyes focus on your cunt.

"Just lemme try one more time."

You huff and lie back down, letting him continue. He spreads your pussy lips open, pressing his cock against your entrance.

"If it hurts, we're done."

"I know, I know..."

He chews his lip, massaging your clit again, feeling your entrance pucker around the head of his cock. He breathes deep several times before he pushes forward, wincing but then relaxing when the head of his cock pops inside your cunt.

"Fuck! Babe, it hurts, pull out!"

"Just give it a sec," he mumbles, rubbing your clit in tight circles, trying to coax you to relax around him. You're impossibly tight, constraining him so much that he's not sure if he could even pull out if he tried.

After a minute, you relax against the bed, panting. He inhales, trying to push forward, but there's no give. The head is as far as he can go.

"I told you it wasn't gonna fit," you huff, rubbing your face tiredly.

"This is a start," he replies, sucking in a breath. "Let's just go with this for now."

"Do you even want to? Would just the head feel good to you?"

"Anything with you feels good." He pushes your knees apart once again, spreading you wide for him. "I can get off with this."

"Okay... but if it still hurts—"

"We'll stop. Just give me a chance to make you feel good with my cock."

His words make you shiver in delight, your cunt twitching. He pulls out just the slightest bit before pushing the head back in, still not able to move further forward.

His thumb grazes your clit before pressing roughly, collecting your slick and using it as lube to touch you properly. It feels good, really good in fact, so good that you wish he could fuck you hard like you fantasized about.

You buck your hips up and he gasps at the sensation.

"Do that again."

So you do. You buck your hips so that the head of his cock bumps your g-spot, making you keen. He keeps playing with your clit, his free hand moving over your thigh, stroking it lovingly.

It isn't ideal, but it's getting you off, making you whine and gasp. You bunch your hands in the sheets, twisting them as you keep bouncing your hips to and from the bed. The mattress creaks from your effort, but the noise only spurs you on.

"Feels good, baby," you moan. "Feels so good."

"Yeah? You like my cock that much?"

"Yeah, I love it."

"Fuck, and that's just the head, baby. Imagine when you can finally take the whole thing."

You moan, planting your feet to gain more control of your hip thrusts. You move faster, desperate, chasing your high as it gets closer and closer.

"Gonna cum, I'm gonna cum baby."

"Yeah? Gonna cum for me? Gonna cum on my cock?"

"Mm-hm! Gonna cum on your fat cock."

He moans, tossing his head back in pleasure, flicking your clit faster.

"Yeah, yeah, gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!"

You reach your peak, mouth falling open as you cum around the head of his cock. He groans low, eyes hazy as he looks down at where you're connected.

"Oh my god," he moans. "She's trying to suck me in. She wants me so bad, baby, she wants me to fuck her so bad."

His hips twitch and suddenly he's moving, fucking you through your orgasm with just the tip of his cock. He thrusts once, twice, a dozen times before his eyes squeeze shut and he cums inside you, painting your insides white.

You're both panting, trying to catch your breath. He pulls out, moaning when he sees his cum leak out of you. You're about to speak when he gets down on his elbows in front of you.

"Lemme clean up my pretty girl," he says before licking up his cum with his tongue.

[fazbear-4d]

sunnnayyy 🎪

[sweetsparadise]

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