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quillkiller ¡ 3 months ago
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the "narcissa and lurthur and bellucius" anon here (maybe i'll just start calling myself 🤍anon so that i can recognize my own asks later) , your answer has just made me even more invested in the whole idea. so narcissa had a relationship with alice/lily. the most obvious timeline is it happened in hogwarts, before her marriage. then they all graduate and immediately get married, all three of them. at which point between those two events does narcissa break it off? or is her partner the one to end it? narcissa chooses bellatrix, she refuses to do what andromeda did, she refuses to leave her sister alone. bellatrix becomes her priority, alice/lily gets left. it isn't a surprise to anyone involved because they have been fighting about politics for some time already - alice/lily is incredibly involved in the order, has strong opinions and despises voldemort, while narcissa is absolutely disinterested in the war, her focus is on her personal relationships, her family. the relationship ends, narcissa marries lucius and she never looks back because she has bellatrix and then later draco.
but how does pansy factor into all of this? she's supposed to marry draco, she spends a lot of time at the malfoy manor. what is pansy's relationship with her parents? are they neglectful, is that why it's so easy for her to fall into closeness with narcissa? pansy yearns for care and affection and she'll take it from any sources she has. is narcissa just a source or is she actually important to pansy as a person? then to narcissa pansy is kind of like the younger sister she never had, kind of like a daughter, someone to project onto. she can put pansy in her own position and see what it felt like for druella to have an obedient daughter, a doll. the relationship is a bit similar to sugar mommy - sugar baby thing, narcissa buys pansy expensive clothes, jewelry, teaches her how to do makeup, gives pansy clothes that once belonged to her or her sisters. she invites pansy over, they are alone in the malfoy manor, drinking in the living room and then they somehow end up in narcissa's bedroom, laying in silk bedding, pansy's just in her lingerie and narcissa's touching her (non-sexually, more just like... mapping her body), talking about how she used to be beautiful like that too and how pansy is similar to her sisters
oh, also! do narcissa and lucy have separate bedrooms? i feel like they would
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you're back!!!! hello!!! 🤍🤍🤍
it's making me so so happy that you want to yap about this au with me.. mwah thank you 🤍
(again, she/her for lucius even if she's in the closet)
so!!! narcissa's relationship with either alice or lily can be very different. with alice i always imagine that they were involved in a romantic relationship at hogwarts, and yes in secret. narcissa considers alice the love of her life and the one who got away. if it's a lily/narcissa au then they never properly get together and it's more that they're drawn to each other during their years at hogwarts. they're a little obsessed with each other and neither of them have the vocabulary to comprehend that it's a crush. in this au they're both deeply closeted and smothered by comp-het. i've written a short little one-shot about them before here <3
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^ this is the extent of lilycissas relationship, but lily haunts narcissa for the rest of her life
lily isn't the love of narcissa's life, but she could've been. might've been. she represents a life not lived and a love that never was but at least that not-love is narcissa's and narcissa's alone. so depending on the relationship her storyline in the lurthur to bellucius timeline can differ slightly
if it's nobleflower, then i tend to think it's alice who finally breaks it off. but alice is also the one pleading with narcissa to give them a chance. narcissa always knew how it would end but sort of closed her eyes to it. not necessarily in denial, but because she's a hopeless romantic who wanted to ride it out for as long as she could. she'd probably get upset with alice and try to change the subject whenever alice tries to broach the 'what about after hogwarts' subject. and i think alice kind of lets her because they're young teenagers and it's their first love. while you're still full of what-ifs and fantastical hope. there's marriage talk between lucius and narcissa while they're still at school, and narcissa tries to keep this from alice for as long as she can. the news breaks out as soon as narcissa turns 17, which is the catalyst for the nobleflower breakup, andy leaving and narcissa sticking with bellatrix and finall committing to the role assigned to her. she was doomed from the start and now it's here !!!!! her and lucy get married almost immeiately after graduation :/
and yes, bellatrix does become narcissa's top priority !!!! andy leaves for love and narcissa stays for love. cant bear the very idea of leaving bella on her own. bella got married shortly before narcissa, bella has protected them all their lives, and narcissa looks up to her, admires her. bella was both a mother and an oldest sister. narcissa feels indebted to her, i think. indebted in a way andy, the middle-child, never did. here's how i see the black sisters <3 narcissa never dreamed of leaving, she just dreamt of a window in the wall of her cell..... like i said in the previous ask. makes me sick...
AND YES !! EVERYTHING YOU SAID ABOUT THE ARGUMENTS ABOUT THE WAR AND AND NARCISSA BEING DISINTERESTED IN THE WAR BECAUSE IT JUST DOESN'T REALLY PERSONALLY AFFECT HER AND SHE NEVER FULLY UNLEARNS PREJUDICE.... she's just so. sheltered, priveliged, isolated and she never really dreams of getting out and so she never really changes. her point of view only extends so far. until she has draco ...
pansy/narcissa
this is something me and kara have talked about a lot.... and kara is the one who brought up how she usually tend to hc that there was marriage talk between draco and pansy.. but then they have to call it off after the war obviously because the malfoy image is ruined and pansy is the one who sold out harry potter to voldemort. pansy is shunned by the entire wizarding world, deemed a traitor
i always assumed that there's pureblood courting rituals when it comes to potential engagements, and this is how narcissa and pansy get close. i imagine that pansy starts spending more and more time at the malfoy manner, and maybe often even stays the night in the guest room. narcissa sort of takes on the responsibility to prepare pansy for what it means to be a pureblood wife, and that's when they start crossing the line in their relationship because narcissa teaches her how to please a man, how to be submissive, how to be obedient, etc
and yes, this au is also dependant on pansy having a bad relationship with her own parents. i think most pureblood children do, and i think it's even worse if you're a girl in that sense that you're already a disappointment because you're not a son. kara also has a hc that pansy grew up with a lot of brothers and she's the daughter her parents neither wanted or need, so she's just more of less forgotten. she wasn't ever really brought up as a pureblood daughter either because her parents already had sons and several heirs to spare. so they dont really raise her at all. so she's neither a son or a daughter, really.
so pansy never really had a mother, and narcissa doesn't really have sisters anymore. she loves draco, but her girlhood is lost to the past and here comes pansy who reminds her so much of her sister. and here comes narcissa, who's a mother that pansy never had.
there's a whole 'i never had a daughter' and 'it feels like it did with my sisters' and 'i never had a mother' but there's also this. other tension to their relationship. there's this growing intimacy getting mixed up and tangled and wires are crossing. they're both so touch-starved and yearning for what they could be for each other and it's just never enough. it just grows and grows and grows. i don't personally think they ever sleep together, but i do see them sharing a bed and falling asleep together. they're meeting up in secret, late at night. narcissa is bathing and washing pansy. teaching pansy beauty etiquette but there's just this sensual element to the whole thing. narcissa will shave her legs for her, paint her nails, do her hair, etc. and yes, projection is a big part of it. like you said, narcissa being able to put pansy in the same position she has been in, to see what it feels like to be her mother, how it feels to have a daughter- and narcissa absolutely has twisted fantasies about being able to keep pansy. she'll have pansy laid out on the bed like you said, in lingerie, and map her her body with her her delicate fingers, and she'll have twisted fantasies about preserving pansy and keep her just like this for narcissa to play with and do with as she pleases
AND YES !! it absolutely does turn into a sugar mommy / sugar baby type relationship. that's 100% it. narcissa does all these things for pansy, and she spoils her, and buys her things, etc. oh they make me sick ....
pansy does care very deeply for narcissa, but i also do believe that narcissa could've been anyone. pansy is in a very vulnerable position and that's something that narcissa, knowingly or unknowingly, takes advantage of. and i think anyone could've taken advantage of pansy like that with the right instrument. this entire relationship is honestly just a gigantic character study of repressed lesbianism that they (mostly pansy) don't fully comprehend and the cycle of abuse. and i also like this au because it doesn't redeem narcissa. she's a victim and an abuser, she really did have good intentions as a sister and mother and a wife and as a role model to pansy and she just failed at all of it. sometimes good intentions aren't enough and some people will never forgive you
and YES, i absolutely do believe narcissa and lucy have separate bedrooms !!!!!
in addition to this, there's a continuation of this au where rita and pansy strike up an unlikely friendship where rita gives her an internship at the daily prophet after the entire wizarding world her shunned and turned their backs on pansy. this relationship would genuinely be entirely platonic and extremely healthy for both of them. sort of like a aunt/niece type relationship where they just become this out of nowhere-family <3
this took me well over 1h to answer...... i love yapping....
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sommerbueckers ¡ 5 months ago
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HI BABY OKAY SO I HAVE A LITTLE ONE SHOT IDEA⁉️⁉️
so basically reader and paige know each other but aren’t exactly close just flirted a few times wtv wtv. so reader goes to a game and she’s wearing the other teams jersey😋😋 after the game paige sees her, they hang out have a few drinks and hookup.. and paige is like “take this shit off” then pulls the other teams jersey off reader
ALSO CAN I BE 🤍 ANON??
yes ofc you can !!
𝐚/𝐧: okay i literally love this idea , and congrats on being my first anon love !
𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞
➪ 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭
THREE DAYS AGO you had been sitting quietly in your apartment, the tv displaying an episode of Gilmore Girls that you, if prompted, could recite word for word. Leftover Chinese food sat cold upon the coffee table, your roommate occasionally returning to her forgotten bowl of beef broccoli.
“What’re you doing this weekend?” her voice abruptly cut through the silence, drowning out the show which could hardly be heard to begin with.
You leaned your elbow against the arm of the couch, shrugging your shoulders. “Probably nothing.”
“Per usual,” she snorted, amused. After reaching to pause the tv, she pulled her legs up under her and twisted around to face you. Her face held a look of mischief and you typically tried to steer away from any kind of conversation with her at this point, but there was nowhere for you to go. “Do you wanna take a little road trip?” she raised her eyebrows, hopefully.
“A road trip?” you repeated, your tone laced with confusion. “It’s the middle of February and you wanna take a road trip?”
Excitedly nodding her head, she scooted closer to you. “You know how i’ve been talking to Noa a lot lately?” She hadn’t even given you a chance to respond before she continued on. “Well her school plays UConn on Friday night and she said she could get me courtside tickets! How sick is that?!”
Courtside tickets to any game would be exciting, but courtside tickets to see UConn Paige play was an entirely different level of excitement.
You had met the basketball star at a penthouse party last summer. It was being hosted by some trust fund NYU student whose parents were out of town. It was said to be ‘select invite only,’ the hierarchy groups of the social food chain would be there along with whoever else they wanted to bring. You originally weren’t supposed to go, but after finding out your name was on the invite list, you and a few friends couldn’t think of any better way to spend the night.
Paige had been wearing a white crop top and a pair of jorts, and she looked far too good not to entertain for the night. All night you two had mingled and flirted, dancing together and taking shot after shot. Nothing came out of it other than another follower on Instagram, but you were just happy to have made the night a good one.
“Yeah, that’s pretty cool,” you admitted quietly. You leaned forward to grab the box of shrimp fried rice, aimlessly picking at it with your fork in an attempt to hide your clear interest in the conversation.
“Pretty cool?” your roommate gaped, “it’s fucking awesome! I finally get to meet her and you get to see Paige play in person.” She was practically bouncing off the walls at this point, her cheeks red from how hard she was smiling. She was biting her lip, no doubt to keep from squealing.
You sucked your teeth unconvincingly, your mind scattered as it tried to provide you with a quick response. “Why would I wanna see Paige?” you frowned, avoiding her eyes.
“Aren’t you guys friends?”
“Why would you think that?”
“Well you follow each other on Insta, and you’re always watching her games,” she shrugged innocently, thankfully not picking up on the way your eyes refused to meet hers or the blush that had unknowingly crept onto your face.
“Oh,” you mumbled, “well we aren’t.”
Unfortunately, it was the truth. You and Paige hadn't interacted with each other since the party and you chalked the night up to the two of you just having some drunken fun.
"Oh, so, do you wanna come down or no?"
You weighed your options, though the answer was clear. Stay in your apartment with nothing to do other than binge watch shows by yourself or join your roommate on a trip down to good ol' Storrs, Connecticut. You sighed and leaned back against the couch, crossing your arms.
"When do we leave?"
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That was how you ended up sitting courtside at a UConn versus Creighton game, a white and blue jersey over your sweatshirt, the number seven displayed on the front. Your roommate had insisted that you both wear Noa’s jersey, that way she felt ‘double the support.’ You didn’t mind despite the fact that you couldn’t name a single player on the team.
The game ended with UConn sweeping Creighton, you had tuned out sometime during the third quarter after accepting the fact that the blue jays wouldn’t be able to come back. You hadn’t even noticed the game was over until the blonde beside you stood up with a groan, throwing her hands in the air.
“That’s it? It’s over just like that?” she turned to you with wide eyes.
You shrugged your shoulders, “Guess so.”
She was beyond upset, you would’ve thought she had been the one on the court. She went on a tangent after the teams disappeared into the locker room, expressing her opinion on why the game should be longer and what Creighton should’ve done. She had no idea what she was talking about, and you knew that, but still listened nonetheless.
“Are we getting something to eat?” you asked when you were sure she was done talking.
“Yeah,” she sighed out, “not sure what Noa wants to do but we can figure it out when she gets out here.”
“Okay, ‘m gonna use the bathroom real quick.” You stood from your seat, brushing off your jersey and heading toward the bathrooms.
Never before had you been to Gampel Pavilion, and curiosity got the best of you as you disregarded the large ‘Restrooms’ sign for a more enticing place. You ambled down one of the corridors, looking at all the pictures and awards that were up on the walls. Pictures of alumni in all the different uniforms through the decades, different championship trophies and plaques.
Your eyes stopped on one picture in particular; it was from the 80s and the men had bright smiles on their faces as they held up a large trophy. Their shorts were incredibly short, and you laughed to yourself as you wondered how they’d ever played in them. Before you could bring your attention away on your own accord, a familiar voice did it for you.
“You’re not supposed to be back here.”
There stood Paige Bueckers in all her six foot glory, her eyebrows knitted together as she stared at you. For having just played a game, she looked amazing. Her hair was still pulled up in its usual braid and ponytail but it was now partially covered with a gray beanie, she had put on a jacket and sweats over her uniform and looked about ready to slip out without being seen. That’s probably what she was doing.
“Oh sorry, I—I didn’t know,” you shook your head, embarrassed.
“Nah it’s cool, usually it doesn’t matter but they’re tryna clear the place out now,” she explained with a shrug, a keychain jingling from the movement of her bag on her back.
You nodded your head, silently walking past her to make your way back to the gym.
“Wait,” she called out.
You whipped your head around quicker than you should’ve, your face holding a look of innocence as you waited, no, hoped for her to say what you thought she was going to say.
“Don’t I know you?”
‘Yeah, we met last summer,’ was what you would’ve said had you been able to think straight. Instead, you stared at her dumbly until she finally spoke again.
“I think I do, we met at that one kid’s party last year,” she said. Was she trying to remind you? Like anyone would forget meeting Paige Bueckers at a party.
“Yeah, yeah I remember,” you nodded. You rubbed your forehead with a breathless laugh, thinking of what to say next. “That night was pretty blurry to be honest…”
That’s all you could come up with?
It wasn't even the truth either. You remembered everything from that night; every look, every touch.
“No yeah I get what you mean,” she laughed, “don’t even remember how I got home.”
You nodded your head to feign agreement because you knew exactly how you had gotten home.
“Creighton fan, huh?” Paige asked, gesturing to your jersey.
You glanced down, pulling the material away so you could examine it yourself. “No uh, my friend’s girlfriend or — whatever is on the team and we just came down to support her.”
“Ah, so I take it you’re not a UConn fan either?”
You laughed, “I’ve watched a couple games.”
Another lie -- you've watched every game.
“I’ll take it,” Paige smiled. “It was good seeing you again,” she said, beginning to back up. Had you not been so captured by the shade of blue that her eyes held, you would’ve missed the way they'd scanned your body. Running up and down your legs, gently biting her lip. Her eyes once again met yours and she flashed you that signature smirk before she turned around and headed out.
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"This place is fucking packed," Noa commented, surveying the bar with narrowed eyes.
"Yeah, i'm gonna go see if I can get us a table."
Your roommate left your side and approached the hostess podium, you and Noa now being alone near the door. She awkwardly rocked back and forth on her feet, hands resting comfortably in her pockets. "Y'all came down here together?" she asked suddenly.
"Yeah, got here a little bit before the game actually," you smiled.
Noa hummed, "Hope you aren't driving back tomorrow," she said with a small laugh.
"What do you mean?"
"The couch at the apartment isn't the most comfortable," she sighed, scratching the back of her neck, "so I was just saying you'd probably be better off making blondie drive."
As if on cue, said blondie motioned for the two of you to follow her. "The wait was like forty-five minutes but the bar has the full menu," she said and gestured to three open seats right beside each other. You all gladly took them, sighing as you finally put your feet to rest.
The bartender came around and took your orders and the three of you finally settled in. Conversation came easy, you and Noa bonded over all things basketball. You discussed the calls that were made during the game, how a lot of them were made in favor of UConn because it was their home gym and all. While it hadn't been a complete lie, UConn would've won even without those calls.
You sipped casually on your martini, letting your two friends fall into their own conversation while you busied yourself elsewhere. Your gaze moved from table to table, scouting out someone who could turn your night around from the eventful one it had been. Once again, as though the man above had been listening solely to you, Paige and her teammates waltzed right in.
She had changed out of her basketball uniform, now dressed in a pair of cargos with a long sleeve and a vest.
Instinctively, you straightened up in your chair. They'd seated themselves on the other end of the bar, Paige sitting perfectly in your line of view. You felt like a creep the way you were watching her, but you couldn't help it. There had been a point in time where Paige had been focused on you. Her hands roaming your body as you danced together, her eyes locked on yours only, determined to make you laugh. You smiled unconsciously at the memory of that night, wishing over and over that you could relive it.
When you looked up again Paige was gone, missing from the rest of her group.
"If I didn't know any better, i'd think you were following me," her voice came from close behind you, and you found her standing there with an untouched drink in her hand.
"Well if I remember correctly, I was here first," you smiled, tilting your head. You were hoping you looked cute doing it and not dopey like you had pictured yourself. "So who's really doing the following?"
Paige chuckled, "You got me there." She moved to take the seat beside you, glancing around for a sign that someone was already sitting there. When she didn't find one, she proceeded to get comfortable. You watched contently, sipping your drink with crossed legs and waiting for her to settle. "That's the girlfriend?"
You nodded your head without looking behind you.
"Whatchu got?" you pointed at her glass.
"Dirty Shirley."
"Ah, your favorite."
Paige pursed her lips, a smile threatening to break through. "How'd you know that?" she asked.
"It was all you drank that night," you reminded her.
"Hm," she smirked, "thought you said you didn't remember much."
'Fuck,' you thought to yourself.
"I remember bits and pieces," you shrugged, distracting yourself with your drink.
The blonde playfully narrowed her eyes. She remembered everything from that night, she had only pretended not to because she felt embarrassed that she remembered everything and you didn't. She had visited your Instagram multiple times in the weeks following that, cursing herself for not having the courage to ask you out or do anything other than pointlessly flirt with you.
But here she was, being presented with the opportunity to turn things around, and she planned to take advantage of it.
"So tell me, what else do you remember?"
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Two martinis and four rounds of shots later, you and Paige found yourselves in an intense game of pool. She was currently beating you, her only objection to sink the eight ball in while you still had a few balls left to knock in.
You leaned over with focused eyes, carefully lining up the stick with the ball. You could feel Paige's presence beside you, her breath hot on your ear as she spoke. "She's crumbling," the blonde teased. She sensed your stress and she was feeding off it, a thrilled expression upon her face. "Will she sink it? Or will she fumble?"
You pulled the stick back, and with a swift movement, jolted it forward. The ball flew quickly across the table, ricocheting off the side and rolling back toward the middle.
"Oh! She shoots, she misses!" Paige commentated enthusiastically, the alcohol running through her system and giving her a buzz. She pointed her finger annoyingly in your face as she backed away, getting closer and closer to her position behind the eight ball. She mimicked the stance you had done; leaning over the table and zeroing in on the ball.
A beat of silence passed and Paige still hadn't moved, her eyes slowly moved upwards to meet yours. A smile broke out onto her lips, she stood up and twirled the stick around in her hands. "How about we make this a little more interesting," she suggested lowly.
"Interesting how?" you snorted, leaning against the table.
She stepped closer to you, towering over you with a gaze that had you practically foaming at the mouth. If Paige wanted to take you on the pool table right at that moment, you would've let her. Of course, that was just the alcohol talking, and there was quite a lot of it.
"I need one shot to win, and I want a reward when I do."
"A reward, huh?" I raised my eyebrows, noticing her step closer, "What kind of reward do you want?"
"I can think of a few things..." she murmured. Paige was trying hard to be seductive right now, and she couldn't tell if it was working or not. She had already failed to hookup with you once last year at the party, and she'd be damned if she failed again.
"Like what?" you took a step closer, batting your eyelashes at her. You were teasing her and she knew it. The alcohol coursing through your system was giving you a confidence boost like no other, and you couldn't think of a better way to make use of it other than flirting with Paige.
"Well for starters," she sighed, pulling gently on the Creighton jersey that you had yet to change out of, "I don't wanna see this anymore tonight."
"Oh yeah?" you quirked a brow at her.
"Yeah, and when I win, i'm gonna take it off you," she said confidently.
You could feel yourself sweating beneath your clothes, the pool stick in your hand suddenly becoming difficult to grip. You cleared your throat when she finally stepped back, a knowing smile tugging at her lips as she repositioned herself on the other side of the table and focused on the ball. With a quick and calculated shot, the ball swiped cleanly across the table before falling into the desired slot.
The noise from the bar seemed to fade away as the realization of Paige's victory sunk in. People drunkenly moved around; dancing, singing, cheering at whatever was playing on tv, but none of that mattered to you anymore. You were unable to focus on anything other than Paige's blue eyes staring into yours, the color seemingly darker than it was just moments ago.
You rolled your eyes and set the stick down on the table, reaching for the hem of the jersey to take it off. Paige's hands quickly found your wrists, her face contorted in utter confusion. "What're you doing?" she asked.
You were playing with her.
"Taking the jersey off, isn't that what you wanted?" you frowned innocently.
Paige scoffed, "Don't test me. Let's go back to mine, you can take it off there."
You both bid your goodbyes to your friends, your roommate tossed you a questioning look that you dismissed with the wave of your hand. You waited impatiently outside for an Uber, Paige holding you close in attempt to shield you from the cold. Her eyes were fixed on your lips, the very ones that were trembling, begging to be warmed up by hers. From the moment she had seen you in the hallway she immediately recognized you, she'd recognize that ass anywhere. She had planned to send you a message tomorrow, running into you tonight had been unexpected but not unwelcome. It just gave her less time to think of what to say.
The car ride back to Paige's house left the two of you bright eyed and rosy cheeked; the radio was switched off and the driver spelled like he had just played in a basketball game and didn't bother to shower afterward. The backseat windows appeared to have a child lock on them, preventing either of you from breathing in fresh air. Between the buzz from all the drinking and toxicity of the car's air, you and Paige couldn't stop yourselves from laughing the whole way there. Her hands didn't leave your legs, but in the midst of all the welcomed chaos you hadn't even noticed.
You rolled out of the car, basking in the cold air with open arms. Paige trailed closely behind you, her hand on the small of your back as the two of you made your way up to her apartment. The second the elevators doors shut and you two were alone, your lips met hers in a searing kiss. She tasted sweet, like Dirty Shirleys and peach CÎROC shots. With your hands tangled in her hair, you pulled her closer, wanting needing to taste more of her.
Her tight grip on your hips, fingertips pressing into you, sent shivers throughout your body. She backed you into the wall, her tongue exploring every inch of your mouth while you lowered your guard and let her. So caught up in the taste of you, she almost missed the elevator opening up to her floor. Hardly even breaking the kiss, you two made your way out. Paige knew exactly where to go and you were blindly being led by her, stumbling over your own feet.
Paige fumbled around in her pocket for her keys, roughly jamming them into the lock and pushing the door open. The apartment was dark with the exception of a few city lights pouring in through the windows. Standing in place for a couple seconds longer, you felt the kiss slow down before Paige stopped it completely.
"Fuck," she spoke breathlessly, running a hand through her hair. She reluctantly backed away from you, turning on the lights. With the apartment's kitchen now being fully lit, you could see into the living room as well. The place was beautifully furnished, with little fake plants placed around on the shelves and pictures of Paige and her friends framed up on the walls. Her couch looked far more comfortable than the couch Noa had described earlier and you were dreading having to return to it later tonight.
Paige appeared in front of you, her hands coming up to cup your face. "I want you to go into my bedroom, turn the light on, and then sit down on the bed and wait for me," she instructed lowly. You nodded silently, backing up in the direction of the bedroom while giving Paige the sexiest smile you could muster. In reality, you were absolutely panicking.
Once you got to the bedroom, you switched on the lamp that rested on the bedside table and seated yourself on the edge of the bed. You were unsure of how to sit, or maybe you should try lying down? You decided on taking your shoes and socks off first, neatly dropping them on the side of the bed. You didn't have time to further your thoughts on how to sit because just as you had finished putting your things aside, Paige entered the bedroom and shut the door behind her. She was carrying a bottle of water that she set down on the nightstand, laughing when she noticed you awkwardly staring.
"You look uncomfortable."
"I'm not, just waiting for you," you replied, hoping the shakiness in your voice didn't betray you.
Paige walked over and stood before you, enticingly biting her lip. She leaned down at the same time that you leaned back, a seductive game of cat and mouse as she crawled forward whilst you crawled backward. Your smiles grew when your back hit the headboard and you realized you had nowhere else to go.
"You've been staring at me all night with those eyes," she murmured, and you felt her breath on your lips.
"What eyes?"
Paige rubbed her own nose against yours before she reconnected your lips. She pushed your legs apart with her hands, running them up and down the smooth material of your leggings. You let out a soft moan into her mouth when her knee came in contact with your heated center, bucking your hips in order to feel more of her.
Paige took it upon herself to quicken the pace, instinctively grinding into you. Her lips eventually left yours, trailing down your neck and leaving wet pecks all over. Her teeth bit softly into your skin, marking you as hers. You pressed her further into you, hands snaking under her shirt and roaming all over her back. Her attack on your flesh was violent, the pain pulling a pathetic whimper out of you.
"Fuck, do that again," Paige mumbled against your skin, repeating her actions a little rougher this time to gain a bigger reaction from you.
"Ah, Paige!" you slammed your hand against her shoulder, screwing your eyes shut.
She yanked harshly at the jersey still clinging to your body, "Take this shit off," she spat out. She pushed you down into the mattress, ripping the garment from your body and discarding it somewhere in the room. Your sweatshirt came off next, leaving you clad in only a bra and your leggings. Paige pulled her own shirt over her head, her necklace dangling over your face. You used it to pull her back down into you, hungry for a taste of her again.
Her fingertips crept underneath you and she hooked them onto your bra strap, skillfully unlatching it and pulling it off you. Dilated pupils gazed down at your exposed breasts, her hands hastily coming up to touch them like a child in a toy store. She kneaded, sucked, licked, kissed, her attention focused solely on your hardened nipples, leaving your neglected pussy uncontrollably dripping.
"Paige," you whined desperately, your back arching so far off the bed that Paige's hands forced you back down.
"Hm?" she hummed inattentively.
"I need you..."
A loud popping sound came from Paige letting go of your nipple, holding your stare as she lowered her body closer to where you needed her most. Just as she had hooked her fingers on your bra strap, she hooked them on the waistband of your leggings and slowly pulled them down.
Your panties were downright soaked, earning a mocking laugh from the blonde.
"So wet for me mama," she purred, a smirk on her face.
She took her thumb and ran it straight down your clothed slit. You sucked in a sharp breath, hands already grabbing at the sheets on the bed. To Paige, you looked like an angel lying there, like a good girl with those pleading eyes as you waited to be fucked senseless. Finally, Paige removed your panties and tossed them aside with the rest of your clothes.
She shamelessly played around in your slick, soaking each and every one of her fingers in it.
"Tell me you want it."
"I want it Paige," you breathed out.
Paige's face appeared overtop of you, her jaw clenched tightly in disapproval, "Beg."
You were so turned on you didn't even protest, instead just propped yourself up on your elbows to be closer to her. Her fingers danced around in teasingly slow circles on your clit, a knot gradually forming in your stomach. "Please I want you to fuck me, please baby I need it so bad. Want your fingers inside me," you exhorted pathetically.
Without wasting another second, the blonde inserted two lengthy fingers inside of you. It was like looking into a mirror the way Paige's face copied yours; when you bit your lip, she bit hers, when your mouth involuntarily gaped open, so did hers. She was taunting you, forcing you to see how undone you were becoming. Tightly gripping her bicep, you dug your nails into the large muscle.
Her fingers pumped in and out of you, thumb doing work on your clit to bring you closer to the edge. The squelching noise that filled the room sent heat to your cheeks, and if it wasn't that then it was the look Paige was giving you as she fucked you. She was proud of the mess you were becoming, the mess she was making you. She kissed your lips over and over again even though you couldn't kiss back.
Your head was spinning with thoughts of Paige, the feeling of Paige inside you. Your toes curled involuntarily, noises you had never heard yourself make before echoed off the walls of the room.
"Yes yes yes, i'm close," you cried out, "fuck just like that!"
Paige hurriedly kissed her way back down to your pussy, replacing her thumb with her tongue. She mercilessly sucked you like a starved woman enjoying her first meal, or a guilty one enjoying her last. Her tongue moved nimbly against you, fingers fucking in and out of you and feeling the tightness as you clenched around her.
"You gonna come for me, huh?"
"Uh huh," you fervently nodded.
"Hmm," she hummed into you, the vibrations nearly sending you over the edge, "let me hear you say it. I want to hear you say it."
"Yes! I'm gonna come for you..."
Paige expertly curled her fingers inside you, lying her tongue flat against your clit and forcing you to do none other than let go. The knot that had been building in your stomach finally fell apart, your legs snapping shut and trapping Paige's head there. You pushed and pulled at her, your desires becoming fuzzy as the orgasm swallowed you whole. Moans and strings of curse words unconsciously spilled from your lips. They were a stark contrast to the sweet things Paige cooed as she left kisses along your stomach, and your chest, and back up to your lips.
"Such a good girl," she whispered on your lips, "you were so good for me."
You shivered at the empty feeling you got from Paige pulling her fingers out of you, they were covered in the same slick that her chin was, glistening under the lamp's light. You smiled tiredly at her, snaking your arms around her neck and pressing your lips to hers.
"You tired?" she asked, observing your face.
"Yeah."
She pulled away from you and reached for the water bottle on the nightstand, twisting it open and bringing it to your lips. "Sleep here tonight," she said, "I can take you where you need to go in the morning."
Swallowing the water you said, "You sure?"
"Yeah, you probably can't walk after that anyway."
"Shut up," you snorted hitting her chest.
The two of you settled in bed together, your naked body finding warmth against her clothed one as she cuddled you close to her. You smiled to yourself, nuzzling your face in her neck and drifting off to sleep.
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maybanksprincess ¡ 13 days ago
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How do you think JJ would react to new girl friend reader telling him she has a pain kink? I bet he would be a little stand offish at first not wanting to hurt her but then he would go absolutely crazy with it after he hears her moan when he bites her shoulder in doggy. He is so into it that he’s pinching her in public to let her know when he’s horny. I find that to be so hot and very much like jj🤭🤭
you two had been taking your sex life very slow, having sex in limited positions because you weren't sure what the both of you liked, and of course neither of you were bold enough to bring it up.
you both have had sex in doggy, and had sex in the car a few times, other than that...its a wrap
eventually when he gets comfortable enough he would pinch her thigh or waist in public to let her know he's got a boner and they need a quickie in the car.
jj honestly didn't know what came over him when he leant down to bite your shoulder during one of y'all's quickies, he almost apologized, stilling his pace from behind you a bit, just when he opens his mouth to speak, he hears a pornographic moan escape your throat.
before he can register whats happening, he feels you clamp down on him and fuck yourself on his cock. it only escalated from there.
he leans down and bites your neck and shoulder softly, nipping at the skin as he meets your thrusts. "mm you like that mama?" he growls in your ear
he was so turned on from the fact that he made you almost cum from literally biting you, the next few seconds he feels your creamy release on his cock.
he was never gonna let you live it down, and hes gonna keep biting you during sex more often <3
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kisses4kaia ¡ 6 months ago
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And if request Art and Patrick threesome during a camping trip then i’m the issue
anon!! how dare you ?!??!! unacceptable—thank u for 1.7k🫂. (fwb!patrick, fwb!art, handjob, etc. mdni.)
summer was always a haze with the three of you. spending each night in a stuffy motel as you traveled vast distances for tournaments, leisure, or whatever needed tending to, got tiring—fast.
with school out of the way, you made the most of your free hours with your two best friends. but now, after two months of back-to-back games on a multitude of continents, you were all in need of a break. and according to patrick, a forest camping trip was as good as any—sexier, too, whatever that meant.
the roadtrip was an endeavor of its own, patrick’s jeep he’d gotten for his 17th birthday 3 years ago transporting the trio of you out of the suburbs of town into the outskirted woods.
and well, you may or may not have been intentional when letting them make out with you, grope, pet, and bite the whole way to the wooded mountains outside of town. however, their greedy hands were always stopped just above the golden crest of your belt. annoyingly, you’d push them off of you and hop into the passenger seat, leaving them hard and frustrated. “c’mon,” patrick groaned your name. “what’s going on, man?” he’d beg, but you’d only shrug. “just not feeling it right now, that’s all.”
but finally, when the sky was making its daily transition from enlightened to dusk, the jeep was parked in a clearing within the forest and the back was opened up. the seats were pushed down to allow for all of your car-camping gear to be set up: a thin mattress laying down the floor, pillows, throw blankets, chargers and other necessities all strewn about the stuffy car.
and after dinner (leftover wingstop from the drive), the three of you retired to your pillows, the boys’ bodies on either side of you, legs tangled in with yours.
finding serenity in the warmth of the blankets and pillows and man-sized cuddles sandwiching you, plus the owl’s call and nearly audible twinkling of the stars in un-light-polluted night sky, you found yourself latching onto a dream of a US open trophy. but, all your hopes were cut short by a soft pair of lips sticking onto your neck, sucking on your jugular.
another mouth found its way onto your wrist, kissing up your arm til it found your shoulder, at which it then moved from the blade to your shut eyelids, finally to nipping at your earlobe. you knew that had to be patrick, him never being one to stay put in one place for long.
art was needier, kisses on your neck intensifying as his middle grinded up against your thigh, whimpers leaking through desperate nips and wet pecks. “please, can you touch me?” art whispered in your ear, and you found your hand gravitating towards his waistband. “‘course, baby.”
“thank you, thanks so much,” art muttered as he felt your hand wrap around the base of his cock, starting slow as you began to pump and then sliding up to circle your thumb around the achy weep of his tip. patrick whined, feeling slightly neglected as he indulged in the lovely sounds you were pulling from his blonde friend. you were quick to move your hand from art’s hair to patrick’s need, sliding past the confines of his sweats and boxers.
you stroked them both with equal vigor, speeding up and slowing down at the same time for both boys. you knew what you were doing, and so did they. somehow, the synchrony, the knowing that the two best friends were feeling equally as good together, everything, made it so much hotter, and that much more erotic.
the best friends locked eyes with each other, nodding with that look in their eye. there was a mutual understanding between the two mindless, whimpering, males, and all it took was an unspoken three, two, one… and they were spilling their loads into their boxers and onto your hands with obscenely loud, lost in the night moans.
pulling both your arms out of the pants of your best friends, you licked both clean before sliding under the thin fleece throw blanket barely covering half of each of the boys’s bodies. “night night.” you bid sweetly, as if you hadn’t just given the pair the strongest orgasm they’d experienced in a long time.
“yeah, night, baby.” “goodnight.”
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yandere-romanticaa ¡ 5 months ago
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Hi Ana. I'm usually very shy and don't write to anyone first, but after reading what some people write to you, I realized that whatever I write will definitely not be worse even with my broken english and google translate. I just want to say that such people are very unhappy and full of hatred for themselves and others. Such people can't say anything good. They just don't have it. I know that sometimes it happens that you understand in your head that such people should be ignored, but your heart still hurts. At such moments, anyone wants support and understanding. Although I can already say that you are already very strong, that you have been on social networks for so long, and despite the negativity and hate, you continue to make people a little bit happier with your creativity. I reread your work many times and even when I'm bored. They are magnificent. Your writing skills always make my heart flutter and make me blush. I really love even your shortest works, and my days are already getting a little better. I also saw your face, I wanted to leave a comment, but I was too shy. But thanks to this rather impulsive and bold energy that is in me now (and which will disappear in a couple of minutes), I want to say that you are very beautiful, sweet, and attractive. You are just lovely! And I was also glad to know that you wear glasses, because I do too, heh. I don't know what I wanted to tell you with this comment. It's probably just to let you know that you are already good and enough as you are.
Thank you sweetie, you're so kind! 💋🎀
You don't have to feel shy to talk to me! 🥰 You're so sweet for taking the time to type this out!!
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princessbrunette ¡ 5 months ago
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frat! Rafe telling all his frat bros about how submissive reader is for him while she’s just getting embarrassed and telling him to stop but that makes him want to embarrass her more. hes soo mean I love him!! - 🤍
no cos look at this asshole he would !!!!
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god !!! weird meanie!!!!!
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entering the conversation whilst he’s mouthing off all “i’m serious it’s like a dog with a freaking bone alright she— hey there she is.” he smirks, a little more open and obnoxious because of all the beer he’d consumed. you fiddle with the hem of your dress as you stand before him and all his friends, staring you down like a pack of wolves.
“what are you talkin’ about?” you mewl and he’s quick to step up with a grin.
“just braggin’ bout my girl.” you think it’s a sweet sentiment until he turns to his friends with a snicker. “look, look—” he nudges them before addressing you. the cameron boy grabs a handful of his crotch, tilting his hips forward as he smirks. “you want it, huh? wanna kiss it again? hey c’mere.” he tugs you a little closer and on auto pilot you nod with a little pout, causing the boys to erupt in pitiful laughs and ‘aw’s. you’re conflicted — hot in the face feeling degraded and embarrassed but it’s impossible to ignore the way arousal gushes from you. “yeah see, she’s at my service, bro.” he laughs boyishly as he loops a thick arm around your neck and pulls you to his chest.
“rafe, quit.” you whine and he laughs, ruffling the top of your head.
“i don’t wanna hear it alright, you love that shit.”
⋆˚✿˖° 𐙚 ₊ ⊹ ♡
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nottsangel ¡ 1 year ago
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rafe filming you while you give him head and then makes you watch while he eats you out
- 🏹🤍
“look at yourself, baby.” he instructs as his tongue sloppily licks over your clit and one hand on your stomach to hold you down. you gaze at the screen with difficulty, your eyes having trouble staying open as rafe’s tongue sucks on your clit.
“my perfect little slut. look at how well you’re sucking my dick.” he growls, referring to the video you’re watching of rafe face-fucking you, his hand gripping your hair with tears streaming down your face. you clutch the sheets when he starts fucking you with his tongue, “fuck, rafe! right there” you moan out.
“hmm, you taste so good, mamas. wanna eat this pussy for breakfast, lunch and dinner. every fucking day.” he groans, his voice vibrating against your dripping core. the sensations are becoming too much— rafe’s tongue skilfully sucking your clit, his filthy words, the moans coming from the video, it’s enough to send you over the edge as you feel your orgasm washing over you, causing you to grip rafe’s hair tightly. “juuust like that. make a fucking mess for me, princess.”
all nsfw daydreams
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judes-hoe ¡ 4 months ago
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Dad Jude when your kid comes knocking on the door at an awkward time 🤍
You had a 6 year old. They knew to knock and wait for an answer before coming in the room. So here you and Jude are, laying in bed at 7:30am about to lead to something, his boxers are halfway off and your panties are off but shirt is still on before hearing soft knocks. You and Jude let out small groans. You both quickly fix yourself before answering. “Come in.” And here is your 6 year old walking in with their stuffed animal ready for morning cuddles from mom and dad. Crawling in bed between you both. Despite you and Jude being sad your time was interrupted, morning cuddles with your little one always was happy. And let’s just say that weekend you and Jude made sure to drop them off at grandmas house to have alone time, and time to make another baby🤭.
Please request🫶🏻 inbox is open always even if it’s just to chat
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2knightt ¡ 1 year ago
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please write something, anything I’m thirsty pretty please with a cherry on top 😋
↳treat me like a fool!₊˚✧
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──IN WHICH, the gang falls head over heels inlove!。✦
||✰ — the gang, separately
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Dallas Winston ;
dally thought you were gorgeous.
you were sitting across at buck’s, talking to someone who could only assume is your friend.
you were laughing, giggling, talking, in such a way that dallas was captivated.
he couldn’t even pay attention to two-bit tellin’ him one of him lousy jokes.
“and i tell ‘er—hey! are you even listenin’ to me, dal?!”
“what?”
“what’re you even looking a—”
two-bit may not be smart, but he sure as hell can put two and two together.
he followed dallas’s eyes, only to see you.
two-bit got a goofy grin on his face and turned to face dallas.
“go talk to her!”
dallas rolled his eyes in annoyance.
‘go talk to her,’ he doesn’t get it—you’re too pretty for a grease like him.
“no, man.”
two-bit laughed like it was funny.
he lightly hit dallas’s arm, he knew he could talk to you, but it was like he was nervous.
and, dallas was nervous.
but he couldn’t let his nerves get the best of him. he just can’t, he’s better than that.
dallas sighed, dreading what he was about to do.
he knew it was stupid, but he couldn’t let the opportunity pass.
he walked towards you, putting on a confident aura to make him seem tuff.
“hey.”
“oh-hi!”
jesus, even your voice was pretty.
if we’re being honest here, dallas had to recollect himself after you spoke.
“saw you ‘cross the bar n’ wondered if i could, get your name?”
“that’s it?”
“yea, why? got a problem?”
“y/n.”
you answered his previous question, yet not his most recent one.
it was like you wanted to keep him guessing, and he liked that.
dallas winston actually liked y/n.
Johnny Cade ;
you’ve known dallas winston for years.
good friends, obviously.
the two of you were walking down the street to nowhere in particular.
the both of you like to make it up as you go.
you were telling him about some gossip as he pretended to listen, until he shouted out some guys name.
“johnny!? is that you?!”
you scoffed and rolled your eyes.
if he wanted to hang out with someone else, he could’ve just said.
the boy that you suppose is johnny, perked up and started walking towards you two.
the both of you stopped walking to see johnny, even though you had zero clue on who he is.
dallas is a very private man when it comes to his other friends.
when johnny got up to you guys, dallas threw his arm around his neck, puttin’ him in a headlock.
he was scolding the poor kid about something even you couldn’t understand.
when he was done, johnny was rubbing his head in annoyance.
his eyes almost lit up at the sight on ya.
johnny thought you were an angel.
you were almost glowing in the sunlight, your hair framed your face perfectly, your eyes, lips, nose, everything was gorgeous.
“uh, who’s she?”
he asked, turning to dallas.
“y/n, say hi to johnny. be a good girl, eh?”
“oh shut up, dal! but uh—hi johnny. i’m y/n.”
your voice was like honey to johnny, he was almost stunned.
you felt a little creeped out with his stares so, you thought you’d just walk back home.
you waved to the boys and turned around to start walking.
dallas looked in johnny’s direction with the type of look that johnny didn’t like.
“your creepy staring scared ‘er off.”
“what? i wasn’t staring, bug off man.”
was he? oh god..that’s not a good first impression.
especially for such a beautiful person like you!
god, what a fool he was.
Ponyboy Curtis ;
pony saw you ‘round school a few times, always thought you were really cute but he never got a real good look at you.
but luckily, you had to ask ‘em a question.
“hey! you’re ponyboy, right?”
you’re even prettier up close, jeez.
no way a guy like him, had a chance with a girl like you.
your smile was more attractive than he was, your voice was like the heavens above were calling for him, everything about you was just…better than him.
but he put on the bravest smile he could, and nodded his head.
“good, be pretty embarrassing if i was talkin’ to the wrong guy.”
you joked, trying to lighten the mood.
ponyboy lightly chuckled, never thought you’d get so comfortable around him before.
“well uhm—i was just wonderin’ if you knew my friend, micheal?”
yeah, he knew micheal.
he knew what you were gonna ask.
he knew there was a rumor going around about you guys dating.
he just, didn’t get why you’re asking him out of all people.
“yeah, why?”
“okay, cool! well, if he tells you we’re dating, ignore him. please?”
“definitely.”
you smiled, genuinely this time.
your smile almost made ‘em faint.
you were just so cute, too cute for anyone in this bum city.
you thanked ponyboy for his time and for being understanding, and rushed out.
he just stood there, trying to process that you talked to him.
he was red, his ears were red, and his cheeks were red.
he looked like a loser.
but now, he was a loser with an angel knowing about his existence.
so, it’s a win.
Sodapop Curtis ;
you just got hired at the DX to be a cashier.
you needed the money, just in general.
your boss had told sodapop he wasn’t needed at the cash register, and he didn’t know why.
he got that they got a new employee but, being the cashier was more his job!
thought he’d go check you out, go see if your even fit for the DX!
you were just sitting there, your chin resting on your palm, waiting for anyone to walk through the doors to buy something.
you heard the back door open but didn’t really pay attention to it. you were sorta just, staring off into space.
sodapop walked in, and saw you just sittin’ there!
if he was working the register, he sure wouldn’t have just been sitting there!
he walked around the counter to talk to you, face to face! give ya a good scarin’.
at least, he thought that’s what he was gonna do.
when he saw you for the first time, he swore he almost got weak in the knees.
you just looked up at him, not bothering to move your head or nothin’.
even though you looked almost mad, you were still drop dead gorgeous.
the sun hit your face, just right.
your lashes, your eyes, the shine in ‘em almost made sodapop apologize for annoying you and run away.
in a good way, though.
“whatchu want? who even are ya?”
“nothin’! just wanted to say hi to my new co-worker is all. i’m sodapop curtis! what’s your name?”
he talks an awful lot this early in the morning.
but who are you to complain? less talking for you.
“y/n.”
soda smiled, even your name was beautiful.
everything about you was.
you were perfect.
Darry Curtis ;
you knew darry early on in life, around middle school..maybe?
you couldn’t really pinpoint it.
you stopped talking because you moved up north.
you did miss him, but you never really thought an awful lot about it. even when you were going back to tusla.
you were at the store for nothing in particular, it was more like something to pass the time.
you were going aisle by aisle, finding nothing.
until you went down one aisle, there was one real tall guy looking at some soup.
you thought he looked familiar, but you couldn’t tell from so far away.
you walked down the aisle and stopped right beside him, pretending to be looking at soup.
the man looked confused, but he was distracted so you could get a good look.
you saw his side profile and it all finally clicked.
“holy shit, darry?!”
you basically shouted, with a huge stupid grin.
darry looked scared and confused at the fact that someone knew his name, but when he turned to face you he looked more surprised than anything.
“y/n?!”
darry thought you were pretty before but, jesus. how did you get even prettier?
your smile was wider than before, your eyes looked happier, and you were just…gorgeous overall.
“well shit—how’re you? how’s your brothers?”
“they’re good. soda dropped out though, but ponyboy’s doin’ good in school.”
“that sucks about soda, ‘m sorry. but uh—i gotta go, sorry! hey, how ‘bout we catch up tomorrow?”
darry was shocked you’d even wanna hang out with him.
you just seemed so—high class now.
but, who was he to turn down a goddess?
he agreed and the two of you set a time and waved goodbye.
for the rest of the day, darry had this stupid smile on his face.
Steve Randle ;
you guys had met through a mutual friend.
danny had wanted to hang out with two of his friend groups at the same time.
you were in group A while steve was in group B.
everyone was partying, but that wasn’t really your thing.
you were off to the side, people watching.
some guy grumbled and stood next to you, almost oblivious to you.
he looked pretty mad so you thought you’d ry n lighten the mood.
somehow.
“so much for a party, huh?”
you tried to joke, looking up at the man.
he looked down at you, stunned.
you didn’t know why, he looked like he was judging you the way he looked you up n down.
steve was just shocked a girl like you would talk to him.
too pretty for him, way too pretty.
even in this dimly lit room, he can see how gorgeous you were.
your smile was so pretty, so gorgeous.
then steve realized he must look like a freak, staring.
he chuckled, giving you a halfassed answer.
“yeah right. was told this was gonna be fun, might as well leave.”
“was just about to do that. no point in stayin’ when all my friends are so drunk they can’t even remember their own names.”
“can i get your name at least?”
he asked, raising an eyebrow.
he must’ve thought that was smooth.
you chuckled at his question,
“y/n.”
“i’m steve, it’s nice to meet you, pretty lady.”
Two-bit Matthews ;
“woah! hey pretty lady!”
you heard some guy shout at you from behind you.
you sighed, but kept on walking.
when the strange dude caught up to you, he almost tripped.
you laughed at his failed attempt, and two-bit could’ve sworn he heard wedding bells right there!
“what d’ya want?”
“can i not want to talk to you?”
“nah.”
you answered, grinning at his disappointed face.
“aw, c’mon! a man deserves something for his efforts!”
“what efforts?”
the man went silent, and thought for a moment before answering,
“…i ran.”
you burst out laughing again.
and two-bit almost pulled out a ring.
you were like a goddess on earth, had the most gorgeous laugh, and understood his humour?
take him away.
“well? can i get ya number, pretty lady?”
“nah.”
you said, walking away.
the man stood there, stunned, watching you walk away before snapping out of it to shout at you.
“AT LEAST TELL ME YOUR NAME!! I’M TWO-BIT!”
“Y/N!”
and now it’s two-bits mission to get y/ns number.
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—can you tell i gave up?
— ALSO MY OTHER FIC WONT UPLOAD. UGH.
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zevrra ¡ 22 days ago
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I loved those headcanons about Joel, and I was wondering if you could write some more about him... maybe more headcanons or a drabble about Joel eating out his girl? 👀
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tags: 18(+), mdni, very nsfw, suggestive content, fem!reader, m/f oral sex, mention of fingering, mention of overstimulation, mention of edging, age gap, anon request, short & sweet
creator notes: sorry this took awhile to answer anon!! i hope you enjoy though! i def had fun writing this little thing for joel……maybe a part 2 will be in the works soon…>:3
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A strong hand presses against your hip, pinning you right down to the mattress of the bed you currently lay back on. While his other hand grips your thigh to keep your legs from closing shut tight around Joel’s head. It was his hands that kept you from wiggling away too much. Nestled between your thighs, Joel’s tongue licks a trail across your pussy as his eyes stare directly up at you. Those damned brown eyes could speak a thousand words even with his mouth currently full.
You don’t know how long it’s been, how long since he sank between your thighs to eat you out like a starving man. Time didn’t exist when he lapped at your pussy the way he did. The only thing you were sure of was the scratch of his beard with every shift of his jaw and how good he was making you feel.
“Darlin’,” Joel groans against your lower half. You can barely see in the dim light when he flicks his pretty brown eyes up at you. Wants to make sure you know he’s watching you every second he pleases you. “Quit your squirming.” He adds. You can feel him smirk against your skin, squeezing your thigh as a small warning. As if you could stop your body from twitching while his tongue pressed right up against your clit.
You can’t help the moan that tumbles from your lips as his tongue dances across your soaking wet core. Your fingers grip at the sheets beneath you, pulling the fabric as tight as you can to keep yourself tethered to this world. Fearing you might fall head first into oblivion with the pleasure coursing through your veins. Your chest is tight with your second, or maybe this was your third, impending climax.
“Don’t talk with your—fuck—mouth full!” You manage to say. Teasing him the best you could under the circumstances.
Joel laughs at your snarky comment, gathering spit up with his tongue and pressing it directly in between your lips. Using his spit to slip his tongue inside of you in one swift motion. Quickly, while you pathetically moan, Joel replaces his tongue with a single finger. Pushes his finger swiftly inside your pussy up to his second knuckle. Slowly he begins to thrust his finger inside of you. Draws it out and slips it back in at a steady pace, while his tongue returns to press and suck on your clit.
The sensation is tormenting. The slow draw of his thick finger prodding inside of you with the fast flick of his tongue left you panting and breathless. The feeling overstimulates you in the best way. The ache for more all the while being too much; it all builds a sweet storm inside your lower half. And at this point, you’re far too sensitive to last.
His pace never falters as he lures you closer and closer to your end. Your third, or fourth, orgasm is hurriedly coming in like a crashing wave. Your body tenses up tight as spring, causing you to throw your head back with a broken moan. Pleasure turns your blood into liquid lava as you seek for your orgasm. “Joel, god, Joel I’m—“ You cry his name as the spring inside of you winds up tighter, and tighter, and tighter; threatening to snap with your orgasm.
Instead at the last second, just before you can fully enjoy your pleasure seeking climax, Joel stripes you of it. Removing his mouth and his fingers away from your aching pussy with a devilish smirk.
You whimper at the loss of your orgasm as your body trembles from your denied high. You turn your head to the side with a sharp, desperate whine escaping your lips. With ease, Joel kisses at your inner thigh. His grip on your other thigh and the one at your hip loosens as he soothingly now rubs into your skin.
“Joel!” You complain with a whine of his name, pouting right at him when you finally manage to look down at him and his comfy spot between your thighs. And as you find his gaze, those deep brown eyes of his stare right into your soul. A fire of passion raged inside of him; just as much as it did inside of you.
“You better ask nicely if ya want me to keep going baby.” Joel responds with a deep chuckle. Kissing dangerously close to where his lips had previously just been but not close enough to continue with pleasing you.
Of course now of all times he was planning to tease you. To drag this out further and further, edge you longer and longer until you finally break and beg him to fuck you.
God, you were in for a very long night.
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quillkiller ¡ 2 months ago
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🤍 anon here. saw ur post about lesbian effiemonty. im obsessed. i need to know; how does all of this affect james and his relationship with queerness? I feel like growing up with parents who are "not like the other queers" could really affect him, especially since his entire friendgroup is queer and express it in different ways and some of his friends ARE "the other queers" and are walking stereotypes of queer people.
im obsessed with you…
so!! my james potter is bisexual but heavily leaning towards women.. 🤍 i also love him being raised by lesbian effiemonty because i just know for a fact that he’d genuinely be a feminist (<- does NOT mean i think women he knows or meets should trust him more than other women. but what i love about him is that he Also knows this). i have a dyke friend with two brothers that she basically raised and they’re literally the only men i dare to almost say i trust. one of her brothers used to date a bisexual girl and then broke up with her because he genuinely felt like she woule be happier dating women/was dating him for comp-het reasons. which turned out to be true and they’re still friends!!!! her other brother was at a party once and said yes when a girl asked if he was a feminist. the girl then continued to flirt with him and said things like ’there’s nothing sexier than feminist men’ and he was TURNED OFF because he wanted BETTER for her. so he politely said he wasn’t interested lmao. both her brothers know that they’re doomed to always date feminist bisexual women and will always feel just a little bit guilty about it because they believe queer women would be happier dating other women. they’re so funny to me. <- that’s how i see james potter being raised by lesbian effiemonty
and the whole ’not like other queers’ is really interesting to me, because like. society is always evolving and changing and i think effiemonty considers that something very beautiful. and that they’re very openminded about it. they’re very on-paper lesbians, stereotypical and super dykey. whereas several of james’ friends are a lot of different flavors of queer. some of them being lesbians, some of them being gay, some being bi, some being nonbinary, trans women or trans men, etc etc etc. i think effiemonty thinks that’s a very beautiful thing, that james has a group of friends where they can openly queer and openly explore and not have to ’hide’ in the same way they had to do in the 80s. their son has a safe space to explore his. own identity, and he goes through a lot of silly phases, and it’s a very sweet and lovely journey that effiemonty are very supportive of <- which is very important to me because some or james’ friends don’t have that kind or support system in their own homes
i imagine that the potter home becomes a safe space for a lot of young people, people that james’ knows. and it also adds a lot to when sirius is disowned, because then maybe he’d also be disowned because he’s gay. and lesbian effiemonty obviously take him in without question. PRECIOUS to me. sirius losing his parents and gaining two lesbian moms …….,,,,,
i rememeber growing up in a small town and i was genuinely the only gay person that i knew of when i started ’high school’. i was the only other gay person i knew of until i reached adulthood, but when my sister who’s three years younger than me started high school there were several queer people in her class. society changes and evolves !!!!!! in just 3 years sometimes !!!!!!!!! i was so so so alone growing up, turning to the internet and having a long distance relationship on tumblr and MOVING COUNTRIES for her as soon as i graduated. i dont regret any of it, but i was miserable and lonely and in therapy and distancing myself from friends and family for the (lovely) community i had online. those two things couldnt co-exist when i was a teenager in a small town and now they can. for a lot of people. and i think it’s very beautiful that people have a safe space to explore. and i think lesbian effiemonty would think so too. they’d probably not understand everything and be confused a lot, but i don’t think they’d ever rob a young queer person of their exploration of identity. and i think a lot of james’ friends would feel comfortable seeking their support… 🤍
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sommerbueckers ¡ 4 months ago
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HIHI ITS 🤍 I LOVED THE LAST ONE SHOT YOU WROTE FOR MY REQUEST SO IM BEING GREEDY AND SENDING ANOTHER⁉️
so basically it’s fluff with paige finding out her gf/flirty friend?? doesn’t know how to drive/isn’t good at it and teaching her🤭🤭 just imagine paige teases her about her bad parking, hand on her thigh the whole time she tries to focus on driving, praising her when she’s doing good
need this woman SO BAD
Did y'all miss me??
HI BABY, so glad you loved the last one and I hope this one meets ur standardsssss
Paige sighed as she pulled into a gas station and parked the car. It was mostly deserted with the exception of a family that was taking their leave.
"I'll pump and you grab snacks?" she quirked a brow at you and was met with a nod.
The two of you were four hours into your adventitious road trip and you could tell Paige was getting tired. You had encouraged her to get as much rest as possible so that she'd have enough energy to make the full drive, it's not because you didn't want to drive, but because you didn't know how.
You had never learned to drive simply because you never needed to. Throughout high school you had taken the bus to and from school, your friends and parents drove you to every public event, and you never went anywhere you didn't feel absolutely inclined to. So learning to drive was never something that crossed your mind.
But sitting in the passenger seat of Paige's car with her barely able to keep her eyes open, it was the only thing on your mind.
You grabbed two Redbulls from the refrigerator section and a couple random snacks before making your way to the register. Pulling out your wallet you said, "Can I put twenty-five on pump four?"
...
"You get me Tru Fru?" Paige perked up when she noticed you approaching the car.
"Duh, a Redbull too, can't have you fallin' asleep behind the wheel," you snorted, hoping she got the message.
"About that," the blonde started, leaning in through the driver side window, "I was thinking you could take over for a little."
"Take over what?"
"Driving, what else?" she laughed.
"How am I gonna watch my show if I'm driving?"
"C'mon ma, just for a little. I just need a break."
"I told you to go to sleep last night but you wanted to watch another episode, now you have to pay the price."
"Bro," she groaned, resting her forehead on her forearms. "It's not like you were against watching another episode, you wanted to see the recoupling just as much as I did."
"Wait we need to talk about that for a moment, because that shit was crazy."
"Nah for real though! I love Mackenzie 'n' all but choosin' her over Courtney was fuckin' crazy."
"Yeah, yeah and-"
"No, stop," Paige interrupted, "you're trying to distract me from the conversation."
You sighed in defeat, "It was working for a moment," you mumbled.
"Please peach, just drive. Drive for a little and then we can switch back," she pleaded.
"Paige I can't..."
"Why not?"
"Because I-" you sighed and rubbed your hands over your face, "I can't drive."
"What do you mean?"
She was met with silence as you shook your head and leaned back, embarrassed to admit it out loud.
"Look I get that you don't want to but I don't want to drive another-"
"No, Paige I literally can't drive. Like I never learned how."
"Huh? You're jus' lyin' so you don't have to drive," she frowned.
"Dude why do you think I never drive to your house?"
"'Cus you don't have a car."
"And why do you think that is? 'Cus I can't fuckin' drive."
Paige stared silently at you, her eyes wide with shock as she processed the information. She bit the inside of her cheek and tapped her fingers against the door. When the pump popped out of the socket, she placed it back into the hold and got into the car.
She didn't start it back up, just stared at you with a teasing smile.
"You really never learned how to drive?" she asked.
"Never."
"You never wanted to learn?"
"I never needed to."
"So how did you get everywhere?"
"The same way I do now. Ubers, busses, my friends."
Paige shook her head, "I can't believe this, we gotta do somethin' about this."
...
"What is this?" you frowned, pausing your Netflix show and looking through the windshield.
"This is my course."
"Your what?"
"My driving course, where you're gonna learn how to drive," Paige said.
"Paige what? No, what're you doing?"
Paige parked the car and unbuckled her seatbelt, not answering your question as she stepped out and walked over to your side.
"Either you can get out this car willingly or I can get you out myself. You pick."
You looked up at her with pleading eyes, begging her not to make you do this. But she didn't seem to care, leaning patiently against the car door as she waited for you to get out.
"Ugh, fuck."
...
"Alright adjust your mirrors, make sure you can see your surroundings," Paige instructed.
"Oh my god, look at my eyebrows!" you frowned, running your finger across all the little hairs surrounding them.
"Focus!" Paige exclaimed, thumping your head. "Now put the car in drive."
"It won't move," you roughly tried yanking the gear stick back but it wouldn't budge. "Maybe this is a sign that we shouldn't be doing this."
"Shut that shit up," Paige snorted, "put your foot on the break and then change gears."
Once you switched the gears and let your foot off the break, the car began to move on its own. In a panic, you slammed your foot back down, jerking the car forward.
"Shit! I wasn't even pressing the gas," you frowned at the blonde.
"Yeah the car moves by itself," Paige suppressed a laugh as she nodded at you. "Just relax," she breathed out, gently rubbing her hand up and down your thigh. "You don't gotta be scared, i'm right here."
You nodded your head and gave her a smile, turning your attention back to the empty parking lot in front of you. With a deep breath, you finally eased your foot off the break.
...
"Go up more...little more. Good girl," Paige gave your thigh a light squeeze as she praised you.
You could feel your cheeks heat up at her words and you did your best to focus on driving.
"Alright now put the car in reverse and turn the wheel that way as you back up," the blonde said.
"Can't believe I'm fuckn' doing this," you breathed out through a laugh.
Paige smiled, "Doin' great baby."
Paige's hand inched higher and higher the more you backed the car into the lines. As her hand crept toward the inside of your thigh, you panically -- for the second time -- slammed your foot on the break.
"What just happened?" she asked when you parked the car.
"I got nervous," you shrugged innocently.
Paige smirked knowingly at you before unbuckling her seatbelt and getting out of the car to check your job. Her eyebrows shot to her hairline and she tilted her head, chuckling to herself.
"I don't think I've ever seen worse," she said once back in the car.
"Stop. Was it really that bad?"
"No, no," she smiled, taking your hand and placing a kiss on your knuckles, "You just need a lil practice, that's all."
"You sure? Don't lie to make me feel good," you said.
"I'm not lying."
"Okay."
A beat of silence passed before Paige spoke again.
"I have seen Drew do better though..."
"Paige!"
...
"You're not being a very good student right now," Paige whispered, using her thumb to drag your bottom lip down.
"I'm only as good as you make me," you smirked.
You softly pressed your lips against hers, smiling when you felt her hand travel to the back of your neck and hold you close.
"You're so pretty," she caressed your cheek with her other hand, "and smart...even though you can't drive."
"You are such a dick," you playfully slapped her arm, pulling away and sitting back in your seat.
She shrugged to herself and opened her bag of Tru Fru, tossing a few pieces of the chocolate into her mouth. "Next lesson."
...
"Alright so this is an intersection," Paige explained, "it's packed."
You stared blankly out at the empty parking lot, furrowing your eyebrows and then side-eyeing her.
"Art of imagination," she patted your thigh. "Now the car on the left of you was here when you got here, but the car on your right got here at the same time as you, do you know what to do?"
"The car on my left goes first," you answer.
"Right, but what about the other car? Who gets to go first?"
"Whoever presses the gas harder," you snort, only to be met with Paige's unimpressed expression. "Fine. Uh...don't they go first? I have to yield to cars on my right."
"Bro you got it!" Paige smiled.
You clapped briefly, shyly shrugging your shoulders as you looked up at her. "I think I deserve a kiss."
"Oh do you?"
"Mhm...et lite kyss," you mumbled.
"Fuck that's so sexy, say somethin' else," Paige said.
"Kom hit," you gestured for her to come here with your finger, connecting your lips in a slow kiss.
"Hmm," she hummed against your lips, "you ready to go?"
You nodded your head, "Please. Do I have to drive?"
"No, not gonna make you do that."
"Good, 'cus if you did, there'd be no kisses for you tonight."
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I'm ashamed to admit that I am in fact a lazy son of a bitch...sorry
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kisses4kaia ¡ 6 months ago
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i just want to suck art and patrick’s dick at the same time ssorrh i don’t even know how that would work but id figure it out
ugh i love when you guys
because it’d be soo messy shut up. like having both the boys lean against the headboard of your hotel room’s queen bed, fingers interlocked as you lay atop both of their thighs. pumping patrick’s cock whilst your tongue swirled and spit on art’s, sliding your mouth up and down the side length of cock whilst massaging art’s saliva-smeared balls.
eventually, they’re both close, so you bring their cocks together at the tip, pressing them together until they’re red and purple and squirming and sweating. you, with some effort, manage both of their tips into your mouth at the same time, the conjoined pleasure pushing both of them so close to the edge it’s nearly unbearable.
“can we come? please, baby we wanna come so bad, right, patrick?” art turns to look at his best friends face, but his eyes are rolled back and his brows are twisting in the middle, mind too far indulged in the pleasure. “patrick,” art nudges him in the arm, squeezing his hand as if to say ‘you still there?’ and when the brunette’s eyes open to land on art’s face, he doesn’t say anything before he’s locking lips with him.
through the disgusting sucking and slobbering on the boys’ cocks and hips, you hear art groaning into his best friend’s mouth. “please,” you think you hear him mutter, hips bucking, and although his focus is on patrick right now, you know he’s talking to you.
the sight was one that enthralled you with heat, and you needed to see it elevate that much further, hear their noises gasp into the others mouth whilst you sucked them to completion. “be good and cum for me.” you whispered, and with patrick’s balls in your mouth and his tip pressed to art’s, he came in 5 seconds flat. art, too.
😙🥰🤞👍!!!!
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yandere-romanticaa ¡ 2 months ago
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What is your relationship status?? 🥰🤔😽
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princessbrunette ¡ 6 months ago
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BBF! rafe constantly gaslighting your brother into telling everyone your off limits saying stuff like “don’t want your sister sleeping around bro” when it’s actually just cuz he wants to sleep with her - 🤍
🎀 ——— ᕱ ౨ৎ ᕱ ——— 🎀
the elder of the two boys hands clamps down onto his best friends shoulder, swivelling his body to face you across the country club where you stood giggling away with a random nameless kook.
“you— you see it’s shit like that… it reflects on you, alright? you think anyones gonna respect you if your little sister is slutting it up around the club? huh?” rafe tries to control the anger in his voice, wanting to seem reasonable. it’s true, he didn’t really think people gave a shit what you were doing — but he hated seeing you talk to other guys that weren’t him or your brother.
your brother shrugs rafes hand off him, setting up his shot instead with his golf club carelessly. “dude, who cares? it’s not exactly like sarah is leading by great example.” he snickers, and rafe snatches his club from his hand — holding it away from him so he’d listen.
“watch your mouth, alright?” he warns, trying to blink away the irritation as he steps back to look at you once more. you catch his eye for a second, and he swears once you see him watching you start to act up even more, touching the poor suckers arm and batting your lashes up at him. “you see that shit? you gotta talk to her, yeah? keep— keep her in check… your dads a fuckin’ deadbeat so it’s up to you to step up and be the man of the house, let everyone know you run shit.” he motivates your brother, who still clearly couldn’t give two shits.
“alright, man. whatever. i’ll talk to her.” he waves him off and rafe finally returns his club, craning round to look at you once more.
“yeah… yeah, good.”
🎀 ——— ᕱ ౨ৎ ᕱ ——— 🎀
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jungwondazed ¡ 1 year ago
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I'm genuinely always thinking abt riding jungwon in one of his oversized hoodies... being so needy for each other that he doesn't even undress himself w the waistband of his sweats shoved down to his thighs... him letting out a soft chuckle at how incoherent u sound with ur face in his neck mouthing at the warm skin under his jaw... falling asleep in his lap cockwarming him!!!
- 🤍
i can always picture his face so well during sex, the way he'd look at you bouncing on his cock, one eye brow sightly raised and his mouth just barely open with the ghost of a grin behind those lips
the hoodie and sweats being on makes his body heat up quick, his cheeks are flushed pink and his hair damped, looking more gorgeous than ever. the entire time you're completely naked while he's covered and it makes his spew out lots of slightly degrading comments
"whoring yourself out for me like this? what happened to being lady like?" with all his clothes still on and it makes you fuck him harder out of frustration
he chuckles at your response but goes right back to his raspy moans in your ear, sucking on your neck while you're buried in his.
when you've fallen asleep after cumming on his cock he slowly moves himself in and out of you, hoping you'd wake up again to go back to riding him
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