#HOW THIS CAME OUTTTT

[luvuwite]

I know my ABCs, but you keep teaching me.

I say fuck your degree,

Alphabet boy.

[kyurochurro]

troubles that come with tribbles...

(aka a good excuse to draw one of my fav episodes and fav crew members while coming back from a heavy week at uni ;D)

[blank-house]

Curious to see the full profile picture for this week's character trailer? Don't worry, I got chu.

Jamie's profile picture piece was made by Keroppachi. Be sure to give them some love because this is the closest you'll get to Jamie smiling sweetly at you <3

There are opportunities to see it in the extended demo, of course, but only if he sees you as a friend (I'm not joking. I literally change how his mouth rests depending on how he thinks of you lmao)

[ ◉ ¯]

Check out our updated demo here: Keyframes Twitter ❀ Youtube

[smilesobrien]

shop update! Voyager stickers have landed and Picard sticky notes are back in stock! 🎉

[octo-senpai]

Got some more FNaF designs <3

[holey-punch]

Did you guys know I dressed as Wilbur last Halloween

[pansy2005]

Think about a good friend. Think about god. Think about death. Think about someone else’s hand clumsily on your belt in the dark. Think it will be okay.

pete wentz, 2005 | (OCs)

[helioxed]

Get these bitches some therapy!!!!!!!!!

[strawwbertty]

spider binnie <3333 dwaekki is so pretty in pink 😼😼😼😼😼😼

[morgluvsconnie]

MORGGGG, HOW YOU FEELING ABT DAD!CONNIE??

-🍑

(can i be peach anon ? 😭)

POSITIVE.

connie x preggo/mommy!reader, short headcanons, mild cursing, basically just fluff! (yes u can be peach anon <3!)

dad!connie

who when he found out you were pregnant, just stared at you with a confused look. “i gave you that many cream pies?”

you narrowed your eyes at him and put your weight on one hip, pointing at your stomach. “your child is in my stomach.” you tried to get him to an understanding.

he slowly smiled.

dad!connie

who panicked mostly about when your daughter was gonna start developing feelings for boys, complaining about it almost every week.

“you don’t have to worry about that connie.” you smiled a little, laying across your shared bed.

dad!connie

who copy’s your baby waddle when you’re mad at him or just in general to tease you.

he also finds himself, willingly, sitting or playing around on the ball that you bounce on for your pregnancy.

dad!connie

who when your water broke, laughed because he thought you peed yourself, again, but when you looked at him with wide eyes, his smile faded. “ooou.. oh.. that ain’t pee?” he scratched his head

not even three minutes later, was on the phone with your parents and his parents, stressing tf outttt, rushing around and trying to pack things for you.

dad!connie

who knew true female strength for the first time in a long time when you gripped his arm, trying his best not to say anything because of the pain you were in.

“baby.. my arm-” he started, but you breathed heavily, touching your stomach. “shut. up.”

“okay.”

dad!connie

who stared at the head of your baby with wide eyes, furrowed eyebrows, and a covered mouth.

the size of your baby’s head coming out shocked him. and it wasn’t even because it was big or anything, how could you withstand that?

dad!connie

who felt his fingers losing circulation from the amount of pressure you were putting on his hand. as much as he fanned you, tried to calm you down, he couldn’t help but glance at back down.

yep, that was it.

dad!connie

who had to be tended to by other doctors when he passed out after seeing the way your baby stretched you out.

right before the baby was born.

dad!connie

who stared at your baby with narrowed eyes, blinking a few times before pointing. “she posed to be purple?”

you looked at him and smacked your lips. “she just out connie, she don’t got our color yet.”

dad!connie

who when you got out the hospital, let you rest in bed for the whole day if you wanted to, tending to your baby whenever you needed him to or wanted him to.

barely letting you get on your feet and do things yourself. “nooo, sit down. you gotta be bed ridden.” he kissed your cheek and pat your face with a warm towel.

“where were you with all this when i was pushing her out?” you playfully smiled at him. connie opened his mouth to say something, but squinted. “you know that?”

dad!connie

who, as your child grew, and got more disobedient (apparently only in your eyes), laughed at her antics, until you gave him the same look you gave her.

“oh yeah, put mommy stuff down before this turn into a friendly fire.” connie mumbled, patting his toddlers shoulder.

dad!connie

who, when his daughter came home from kindergarten and said she had a crush on a boy, stared at her with an open mouth, then at you.

“well? you not gon say nothing?” connie narrowed his eyes. you laid back on the couch, putting one of her toys together. “it’s just puppy love con-“

“LOVE?”

dad!connie

who, two days later, when his daughter came home saying she had a boyfriend, almost spiraled out of control.

“and why, callie? please let me know.” he rested his elbows on his knees with his head hanging down in a full dramatic way. “cus, daddy, he said he likes me and then- and then i told him he’s my boyfriend.” she smiled carelessly while sitting on the floor with her toys.

looking at you for at least some type of closure, you just watched with raised eyebrows and a small smile.

“oh yeah daddy, and then i got another boyfr-”

“ANOTHER.” connie quickly stood up, hands to his head while pacing around the living room.

“you hear this girl?” connie stared at you with wide eyes while pointing to his daughter. you pursed your lips together and shrugged.

“i don’t know, she’s similar to how someone used to be.” you tilted your head.

connie rested his eyes. “this is a hazard.”

[sommerbueckers]

HEAR ME OUTTTT what about reader’s being insanely smart and a “good girl” while P being a campus player and party-girl so once they get to know each other at one party because reader was dragged there by her friends and after that P won’t leave her alone and eventually catch feelings 🤭🤭🤭 (you can add smut if u wantttt)

𝐏𝐞𝐬𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐧

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✰ ❝𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐧, 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐩, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐧❞

✰ 𝐰𝐜 :: 𝟐.𝟗𝐤

✰ 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

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IT WAS BY FAR the wildest party you had ever been to. Granted, you didn't have much to compare it to, but you were sure this was no regular college party. You had been clinging to the corner all night, the same drink that had been handed to you when you first got here remained full as you carried it around.

Your friends had left your side hours ago and you hadn't seen them since, the only sign that they were still here were the locations of their phones on Life360. If it hadn't been for their promise to take turns helping you study for the next few days, you wouldn't have even agreed to come out tonight. But you had never been one to turn down study help.

You weaved your way through the crowd of people, cringing as their sweaty bodies brushed against yours. At last, you reached the kitchen, letting out a sigh of relief when you found it to be mildly empty. You set your drink down behind you on the counter and pulled out your phone in an attempt to distract yourself. Due to it being the only thing standing between you and an unwanted encounter with a drunken college student, most of its battery had already been drained.

"Nice shirt," a voice came from in front of you.

Standing at the island pouring herself a drink was Paige Bueckers, clad in black cargos and a black crop top.

"Thanks," you smiled kindly, glancing down at your t-shirt. It was a science joke, distance raptor over time raptor equaled velociraptor. It was your only clean shirt.

Paige nodded, smirking to herself and holding back her laughter. It was then that it clicked for you, she wasn't complimenting your shirt out of the kindness of her heart. There was no kindness in her heart, if she even had one. Her reputation on campus, the one that didn't have to do with her being a monster on the court, had never sat right with you. The way she treated girls was nothing short of disgusting.

"You were being sarcastic..." you nodded in embarrassed realization, pressing your lips into a thin line.

Paige shook her head, "No, no it..." she trailed off, twisting on the cap to the bottle of vodka and turning to you, "it's an interesting shirt for a party that's all."

You nodded again, "It was the only clean one I had, I don't usually wear stuff like this."

"Hm," she hummed to herself, "what's your name?"

"Chloe."

Paige took a step toward you, but it was only to get out of the way of the guys that were clawing at the bottle of vodka behind her, not because she found you intriguing.

"I'm Paige," she said.

"I know." Everyone knows.

She raised her eyebrows, face feigning surprise. "You know huh?" she leaned against the counter on the other side of the corner. "How do you know?"

"If you think i'm gonna sit here and boost your ego, you can think again," you sassed, your brows heavenward.

Her eye creased as she laughed, "Alright, alright, I quit."

As the conversation shifted to a more awkward silence, Paige shifted uncomfortably, trying to find common ground. You adjusting your shirt, looked down at your hands, suddenly aware of the vast differences between your worlds. The room seemed to shrink around you, the hum of the party fading into the background. Paige cleared her throat, feeling the weight of the silence.

Paige watched you with a curious intensity as she took a sip of her drink, the party’s noise swirling around you. "You here with your boyfriend or...?" she asked, her eyes locked on yours.

You raised an eyebrow, a mix of surprise and flattery coloring your cheeks. "My boyfriend?" you snorted, a laugh escaping your lips despite the awkwardness. The thought of Paige assuming you were attractive enough to have a boyfriend was flattering, but then a nagging suspicion crept in that maybe the blonde was being sarcastic again. Your cheeks reddened as you said, "Very funny."

Paige’s expression remained unreadable, her gaze steady. "I take that as a no?" Her voice was clear and sincere, devoid of any trace of amusement. It was evident she genuinely wanted to know.

You shifted in your place suddenly self-conscious. "Yeah, no boyfriend," you admitted, the weight of the conversation shifting from lighthearted to more personal. "Just me."

Paige’s soft eyes faltered slightly, giving way to a hint of something else. "Got it," she said, taking another sip of her drink. "So, who're you here with then?"

"Couple friends of mine, this is more their scene than mine," you turned slightly to grab your red solo cup off the counter and take a sip. You cringed at the taste.

"I figured, shirt gave you away," Paige smirked.

"Don't underestimate me, I can throw down when I need to," you pointed at her, a large smile plastered on your face.

"Oh yeah? I'll have to see that."

The two of you broke out into a fit of laughter, Paige's drink sloshing around in her cup and spilling out onto the floor. This made you laugh a little harder, covering your mouth.

"But seriously," she spoke when you both had finally calmed down, "you gotta show me the party animal in you."

"Mhm, next party I gotchu."

You knew there wouldn't be a next time, but it seemd like the right thing to say at the moment. For all you knew, Paige wouldn't even remember this conversation tomorrow.

"Why wait?" Paige's eyes lit up with a challenge. She glanced around the room and spotted a group of people gathered around a table set up for beer pong. "Let's do it now. You and me, beer pong."

You felt yourself unable to protest as she pulled you toward the table. You had never played in a real life game before, your only experience being GamePigeon's cup pong. You weren't sure how well you'd fare. But there was something about the moment, about Paige's soothing voice and reassuring smile, that made you want to go along with it.

The table was lined with red cups filled with beer, set up in a triangle formation on each end. A couple of people cheered as you both approached, ready for a new game. Paige grabbed a ping pong ball and handed it to you with a smirk. "You first. Show me what you've got."

You took a deep breath and focused, aiming for the cup at the center of the triangle. The ball arced through the air, and for a moment, everything seemed to slow down. It landed with a satisfying plop into the cup. The crowd erupted in cheers, and Paige gave you a playful shove. "Not bad for a wallflower, let's see if you can keep up."

Paige grabbed a ball and took her shot, her aim precise. The ball bounced off the rim of a cup and landed in another, earning her a round of applause. She turned to you with a triumphant grin. "Your turn."

The game continued, the two of you trading shots and banter. The tense attitude you had started with faded away with each laugh, each missed shot, each triumphant score. At some point, Paige leaned in close, her breath warm against your ear. "You're doin' so good," she whispered, her voice low and teasing. "Maybe you really can throw down."

You smiled, feeling prideful and relieved at the same time. For once, it felt like you were exactly where you were supposed to be. The game continued, but the outcome didn't really matter. What mattered was the moment—the laughter, the soft brushing of Paige's arm against your waist, how she would compliment you every time she felt you were doing good.

When the game was over, the guys on the other side insisted on playing another round, thirsty to redeem themselves. The overwhelming feeling of not wanting to disappoint the blonde washed over you, this must've been how all the other girls had felt when the time came to get down and dirty with her. There was something about her that made you crave her approval.

HALFWAY THROUGH THE SECOND round you had started to notice the alcohol taking effect. The precision of your aim quickly plummeted, and before you knew it, you were launching balls straight at the wall. When it was over, you threw your hands in celebration even though you had lost. Paige doubled over in laughter, grabbing her stomach when it began to hurt.

You drunkenly stumbled out of the dining room, knocking into a few people, the contents of their drinks spilling onto your shirt. Paige was at your side in an instant, her arm slithering around your waist to keep you upright. It was clearly time for you to be heading home, you were significantly more drunk than Paige despite having roughly around the same amount of alcohol consumption -- if not less.

"C'mon lightweight," she snickered, "let's get you outta here."

Paige didn't know where you lived, but that wasn't something she had thought about until she reached the front lawn of the house. She stood there, stumped and unsure of where to go from there. She looked down at you, noticing the way you were leaning your head against her chest, and she made the split second decision to take you back to her place.

PAIGE WAS TAKING REMARKABLE care of you. Upon arriving back at her apartment, she had given you a cold glass of water, t-shirt of hers to wear, and even helped you wash your face. You were now laid up in her bed, staring up at the ceiling with a dazed look in your eye. Paige reappeared from the bathroom ruffling her wet hair with a towel. She had changed into a pair of basketball shorts and an old shirt, now making her way over to you.

"Hi," you giggled, feet coming up to rest on her chest as you wiggled in your place.

"Hi," she smiled softly, tilting her head at the unexpected contact. She wrapped her hand around your ankle, but didn't move your leg. "You tired?" she asked.

"No," you bit your lip, gradually moving your foot down her body. The alcohol was giving you a new sense of confidence, one that you seemed to be using to your advantage. You reached the waistband of Paige's shorts, anticipating her act of putting a stop to your antics. She did, her grip tightening on your foot.

"You're wasted," she shook her head, smiling brightly.

You mirrored her smile, stretching your arms out above your head. "Hmm," you hummed in satisfaction, "I fear...you're not wrong."

Paige's eyes trailed down to your underwear, cheeky styled gray panties with lime green lacing around the edges. Slowly but surely, her fingers made their way up your leg, softly grazing over your shin...and your knee...before reaching the soft skin of your thigh.

You felt a shiver run through you at her touch, the sensation heightened by the alcohol. Paige's gaze was steady, her touch light but purposeful. The contrast between her casual demeanor and the tenderness of her touch was striking, and you found yourself caught between exhaustion and a growing sense of desire.

Paige shifted her position, her fingers now tracing patterns on your thigh. "You know if you're gonna be stayin' here, I want you to be comfortable..."

"Yeah," you agreed in a whisper.

She moved your leg aside, climbing on top of you with her arms on either side of your head.

"I want you to feel welcome and cared for. So you just tell me what to do, and i'll do that for you."

Your arms wrapped around her neck, not fully understanding how the two of you had gotten here, but also not complaining either.

The truth was, Paige had wanted to kiss you all night. Ever since she had caught sight of you standing alone in the kitchen wearing a dinosaur science t-shirt, eyes glued to your phone as you carried around an untouched cup of...whatever.

When she had approached you, her initial intention had been to tease you, to break the ice with a comment that would get a reaction out of you. But as the night went on, she found herself drawn to you more than she had predicted. The more you laughed and interacted, the more she felt a magnetic pull. Each time your eyes met, she saw a spark of something genuine and kind in you that was hard to ignore.

She didn't just want this to be another hookup that got swept away in the morning wind, she wanted to know every part of you.

She crashed her lips into yours. The kiss was fiery and urgent, filled with the passion that had been building all night. It was as if time had stopped, and for those precious seconds, nothing else mattered. Paige’s hand pulled your shirt up, inching closer to your chest. She pulled away, resting up on her knees as she straddled you.

She grabbed hold of your wrists, pinning them above your head before reconnecting your lips. She kissed you harder this time, fingers clawing at your side and making you squirm beneath her. Her lips traveled down your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses up until she reached the collar of her shirt. Although you had just put it on, you put up no fight as Paige took it back off.

Her eyes lit up at the sight of your bare body, nipples hard and presented to her like two pieces of candy. She swirled her tongue around one before taking it into her mouth, kneading the other with her hand. Soft moans fell from your lips, and it was all the motivation Paige needed as she moved to your other nipple.

Your back arched off of the bed, chasing the feeling of Paige's mouth around your sensitive bud.

She moved her attention lower, fingers ghosting over your clit. You shuddered, a response Paige took pride in. She ran her fingers up and down, the light gray of your panties darkening as they soaked in your slick.

"Stop teasing me..." you pleaded, staring down at her.

"Hmm but look how wet you are..." she murmured, "I think you like it."

She pressed her thumb to your clit, rubbing in maddeningly slow circles. You could feel the arousal seeping out of you, had it not been for the fabric of your underwear, you were sure it would've made a mess on her sheets.

"How 'bout we take these off..."

"Yes," you nodded eagerly.

Hooking her fingertips on the edge of your panties, she pulled them down your legs and dropped them to the floor.

She spread your lips apart, licking her lips at the way your pussy shined in front of her like a lost treasure. She licked her lips, blowing softly onto it. The cold air was a stark contrast to the heat you were feeling, and a whimper slipped past your lips and filled the room. It was like music to the blonde's ears.

She pressed a kiss to your core, her lips covered in your juices as she parted them to kitten-lick your cunt.

"Need more," you begged.

"What do you want Chloe?"

"Want your fingers."

She ghosted over the entrance of your hole, taunting you as she slipped the tip of her fingers in and took them back out.

"Stop..."

She laughed, finally giving in. She inserted two fingers inside of you, reveling in the way you immediately clenched around her. It was humbling that Paige could feel how wet you were, but hearing it was enough to make you want to sink into a hole and never come out.

You could already feel your release building inside of you, and Paige's fingers curled around inside of you to bring you closer. She swirled her tongue around your clip, flattening it out as she intensified the movements of her fingers.

"Paige," you called out, voice weak.

"Hmm," she hummed against your pussy, your back arched further.

"Ah, Paige!" you said more firmly, hand moving to tangle in her hair. You moved your hips against her, "Gonna come."

It was then that the pleasure ceased. Paige had taken her fingers out of you, removed her tongue from your swollen clit. She was unbuttoning her cargos, hastily pulling them down along with her boxers. You leaned up on your elbows, frowning at her.

She tossed her bottoms to the side, her shirt and bra soon went soon after. She roughly spread your legs wider, climbing on top of you and lining up her pussy with yours. The second they made contact, your head fell back onto the bed.

She held your thigh up to her chest, her hips moving powerfully with yours.

"Fuck," she groaned, her darkened gaze locking onto yours.

"Just like that, just like that," you mumbled, "gonna make me come so hard."

The bed creaked and cracked, the headboard faintly banging against the wall behind it. Your hands grabbed onto your tits, pulling at your nipples as Paige watched hungrily.

Your body shook as you came, your yells filling the room and clouding Paige's mind. She didn't stop, she still had to come. She continued to move against your overstimulated core, your hand coming up to grab her bicep.

"Shit!" you moaned, your brows knitted together. Your whines and whimpers kept her going until she finally came, her movements slowing before they came to a stop.

Her weary body collapsed onto yours, face buried in your neck as you both came down from your highs. She panted in your ear, the sound almost enough to make you want another round.

"Fuck that was good..." you finally said through a laugh.

Paige laughed as well, lifting her head to place a soft kiss on your lips, "I know."

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[sluttyangy]

⟢ Synopsis : Shidou can’t keep his tongue inside his mouth whenever he gives you affection. ♡

⟢ Notes : First writing for that beautiful and slutty man that I love sooooo much !! As y’all can tell i’m pretty obsessed with how he always has his tongue outttt so I had to indulge ♡

It was usual for you to feel hands sliding on your neck and your shoulders whenever you were seated on the couch, on a kitchen stool, at your desk, or wherever Shidou could come up behind you. He always came to watch whatever you were doing, putting his tanned arms around you and leaning his head against yours, or resting it on your shoulder. He was always so interested in your activities, always asking so much questions. He wanted to know, to understand, to help you.

« What are you doing love ? »

« Mh.. nothing special.. just working a bit »

« Ah.. that’s annoying.. good luck then, cupcake. »

His voice was unusually soft, giving you some courage to continue working. And this was always coupled with his physical affection. He would always pamper you with kisses, everywhere where he could reach your skin. Your nape, your neck, your shoulders, your cheeks, and of course, your soft lips. You would always feel his own lips lingering on you, pressing small pecks. But everytime, it didn’t miss. Shidou would start slightly opening his lips, letting the tip of his tongue touch your skin. You could feel it, his hot breath and his mushy, wet tongue lap at your skin. His small touches would turn into full, raspy laps, his fingers running over you.

« Ryuseiii.. Come on.. stop acting like you’re a cat or something mh ? »

« You taste so good.. How could I stop ? Plus, I know you like this~ »

And Shidou wasn’t lying, he knew you well enough to know that, in a way, you loved his lusty touch. You could feel his lips suck at your skin, his drool making your skin glisten as his hand moved under your chin, grabbing it. He pulled you to face him, holding your chin up towards him. He felt his heart pounding, loving the way you looked so infatuated with him. He always loved to feel your soft skin under his tongue, just like a full snack that only belonged to him. Shidou was a very prideful man, and he was always so proud that you were his, that he had to prove it. This meant leaving marks on you, but also tasting you to prove it to himself. He gave you his famous smirk, raising an eyebrow.

« See ? You like it.~ »

Shidou leaned down to your height, his mouth hovering over yours without giving in, keeping the pleasure of feeling him from you. He chuckled, looking at you with his hot pink eyes, his blonde eyelashes fluttering as he finally gave you the satisfaction you were seeking for. His hungry lips met yours, immediately locking in.

But don’t forget, Ryusei loves control. And he keeps it. You feel his tongue force it’s way into your mouth, touching yours, feeling every single part of your mouth as his hand is still keeping you under his grasp. Shidou loves to have you like this, to have you at his mercy as he’s able to do whatever he wants.

He tilted his head to the side, seeking to go even further, drool wetting both of your lips, dripping down your chins when you pull back for a second to get your breath, before one of you immediately goes back for more. Your tongues love each other as much as you two do, and it always shows. Shidou’s hands finally let go of your chin, only to end up going to your waist and pressing his fingers in your skin. His mouth lets go of yours, sliding back down to your neck and your collarbone.

And this man, this man can never keep his tongue in his mouth. He can never keep his tongue to himself. He needs to taste you whenever he can, wherever he can.

[artdcnaldson]

i can imagine puppy art getting PISSED when he sees u and pat MAKING OUTTTT on the couch

like tongues fighting, spit everywhere, patrick’s hand in ur pants

art literally will push patrick back and try to get a little action

He hates being left out!! He gets so annoyed when you're in Patrick's lap with his hand in your panties, tongues slipping out of each other's mouths with how ferally you're kissing each other.

He's been good all day! He went to practice and worked his ass off, came home wanting to be doted on, and you're just so wrapped up in each other that you don't even notice him come in!! You definitely did hear the door close, but it's too fun to get him all worked up and bitchy!

So you keep making out with Patrick, get a little louder so Art hears every single gasp and whine that escapes your mouth. Whining and moaning as Patrick rubs your clit and licks into your mouth.

It isn't long before Art comes up behind you, kisses your neck and palms at your tits. Patrick shoves a hand into his face and pushes him away. "Wait your fucking turn, Art," Patrick says before diving right back into kissing you. Art huffs in annoyance and sits back on his heels, palming his hard-on through his sweats.

[risetherivermoon]

themmm i love them, the sillies

working on an animatic abt the oak twins so have some storyboard sneak peeks while i lose my mind!

[brownbearwrites]

pt.19281618192 of my obsession with felix oliver and reader poly coupleeee💞💞

SO JUST IMAGINE FELIX AND OLIVER BRAT TAMING READER.

LIKE HEAR ME OUTTTT GURLLL

reader is like super spoiled by felix amd oliver ( as u should material gurl 💋 ) and she doesn’t take ‘ no ‘ for an answer.

one day she’s acting bratty towards felix bcs he doesn’t wanna buy her a new bag ( cuz u got so many queen 🙁 ) she says rude stuff to him and felix gets fed up with it and calls ollie to tell what u said

ur in BIG trouble miss girl.

you and felix get home and oliver is already waiting for u guys in the bedroom

when u enter the bedroom oliver starts by teasing u with asking u questios and was it okay to be so mean to ur daddy no.1 after all the things he buys and does for u

anywhooo..

ur still bratty and start giving sass to oliver too but my man ain’t havin it 😞

daddy no.2 MANHANDLES u on the bed and starts spanking u, while daddy no.1 is preparing other stuff ( belts, toys etc. )

girl.. ur fucked upppppp

literally 💀

GIRLLL I wish I had more time and brain space to write right now because!! this is so hot!!

I literally just came back from watching Priscilla so this is immensely fueled by me swooning when Jacob Elordi asked if is she was ‘going to be a good girl’ 👀

BUT since you’re probably a rich kid like Felix, you’re not used to being told no. So when it does eventually happen, you get super pissy about it; back talking, refusing to join in on activities, pulling away from his touches. And above everything , Felix is a tactile boy — he doesn’t handle not having your affection well AT ALL.

Thank fuck you two have Oliver to fix things — even if his way of fixing things includes your ass being smacked red and a pair of handcuffs tying you to the bed.

“Daddy expected better of you,” Oliver would tell you in between smacks, “are you going to show me how good of a girl you can be for us? Are you going to apologize?”.

You’d be a sobbing mess, eyes teary as you stare at Felix who’s seated on the other side of the room, nursing a drink as he watches Oliver break you. Just as you think he’s going to let up on you (giving you the sweet aftercare you crave so badly) Felix gets up from his seat. You know you’re in big BIG trouble when he grabs the hitachi wand and the pair of fluffy pink handcuffs you’d been given as a gag-gift a few birthdays ago.

You’re about to have a looooong night…

(I might expand on this soon if I remember to!!)

[belovedwhore]

pretty boy pt 4

ethan landry x reader

warnings: smut, little bit of plot, slight nipple play, oral (f!receiving), overstimulation

notes: sorry i’ve been gone for a while but i’m back and i come bearing gifts. i hope you enjoy this cuz i grinded this shit outttt. anyways enough chit chat please enjoy and indulge you ethan obsession below

also he was at econ

pt 1 , pt 2 , pt 3 , pt 4 , pt 5 , pt 6

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it’d been almost a week since the party and the morning after where you and ethan had hooked up. you guys haven’t done anything since, not really having time between your opposing classes or any opportunities to sneak away from your friend group when you all hung out. but you’d see him tonight at yet another frat party chad was dragging your friend group to.

“chad what are you a frat boy now,” you asked while your friend group walked campus, making your way back to your apartments to get ready for the party.

it was already 7:30pm and you guys wanted to meet up again around 9pm to walk to the party together.

“fits the role, i mean look at him he’s a curly headed himbo,” tara teased.

“hey i’m not a frat boy,” chad argued, “but… if i were that wouldn’t be a bad thing ya know not all of them are douchey assholes.”

“yea, only ones named chad,” mindy chimed.

“oh fuck off,” he scoffed as the rest of us laughed.

after like twenty more minutes you arrived at tara’s apartment building. you held the door as mindy, tara, and anika headed inside. chad was going to head to his dorm to get ready and come back later.

“see you later,” he spoke as he started to leave.

“oh wait,” you stopped him, “is ethan coming tonight?”

he smirked at your question, making kissy faces teasingly as you inquired about your “friend”.

“oh fuck off is he or not?”

“yea he’ll be there but later than us, he has a late econ class tonight so he’s coming on his own,” chad finally answered.

“ok, good,” you replied nodding to yourself.

“well i’ll be back,” he said heading for the door, “see you soon sex demon.”

this goddamn nickname, fucking tara.

as promised chad returned about an hour later and you guys all left for the party. it wasn’t too far a walk, just fifteen from tara’s apartment. the theme for the party was neon so you opted for a white crop top with a neon pink skirt. the other girls pretty much went for the same thing just a different variety of colors. and of course our beloved himbo went for the sleeveless route with a pair of neon blue shorts. the five of you arrived at the house and were let into the party. it was a house party, nothing too crazy but there were a lot more people than usual, the lighting dim in the living room with blue leds around. anika and mindy left to go find a spot on a couch somewhere, they enjoyed people watching at these things. you, tara, and chad spotted a table of jell-o shots, each taking down three. you guys talked as the alcohol started to affect you, dancing and singing to the music. after a while you guys headed to kitchen to get some more to drink. the lighting was better in the kitchen as the three of you took three shots of vodka together. as you slightly zoned out you felt the shots start to warm your skin as you had just downed your sixth of the night, giggling with tara fumbling for a drink to carry around. snapping you out of your daze was a yell that came from chad.

“ethan,” he screamed across the island over the loud music, “you made it.”

ethan made his way to over to the them on the other side of the island, slightly stumbling.

he drunkenly laughed, “hey guysss, look it’s my friends!”

he wrapped his arms around the three of you, well as best as he could. you weren’t exactly sure how he was already drunk and better yet a little drunker than you.

“ethan buddy,” chad laughed, “when’d you get here and how are you so fucked up?”

“i’m not ‘fucked up’ chad,” he playfully punched him, “just slightly buzzed, and some guys from my class said they were coming here too and invited me to pregame.”

“pregaming wow,” tara gasped patting him on the shoulder, “who are you.”

you laughed at her exaggeration, tara was quite outspoken well more than usual and touchy when she drank, very similar to you.

she chirped, “chad come with me we’re gonna go kick ass at pong,” grabbing his hand leading him into the crowd.

“you mean i’m gonna kick ass at pong while you stand there looking hot,” he scoffed, allowing himself to be dragged away leaving you and ethan alone in the busy kitchen.

his hand began to dance along your waist tracing the exposed skin, sending chills up your body.

“i haven’t seen you in a while,” he told you, moving closer so you could hear him clearly.

“i know,” you swiftly answered.

“i’ve missed you, you know, in more ways than one,” he trailed off, his hand reaching up your back.

“oh really,” you inquired, “you’re cute like this.”

“like what.”

“drunk and talkative and touching me.”

“oh i-i could do more of that, hmm” he whispered moving closer to your face.

“mhmm i’d really like that-,” you rushed out kissing him quickly.

you both melted into the kiss, having not seen each other for days, longing for each others touch. ethan took control for the first time in this kiss. you felt him bite your bottom lip slightly, pulling it and using this as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. his tongue explored the depths of your mouth, eager to know you better. you moaned into the kiss, pulling him closer to you by his waist when suddenly you felt him pull away. you were both breathing heavily, his lips were red and plump from your kiss and you only wanted to do it again.

“upstairs,” he spoke, taking your hand and leading you to any empty room.

took about four tries but finally you found an unlocked and unoccupied room, rushing inside. as you entered the room ethan quickly resumed your kiss walking you back until the back of your legs hit the bed and you both fell atop of it. he hovered above you kissing you strongly and massaging your thigh. he brought your leg to his waist, grinding onto your center as he moved his lips to your neck. he kissed your earlobe, sucking marks into your skin that were sure to be seen tomorrow. you whimpered as he nipped at your neck, licking stripes after irritating the area.

“e-ethan,” you moaned, gripping his hair tightly.

moving your hand down his body you reached his clothed cock, hidden under his joggers. you began to palm him through the material, massaging his hardening member as he trembled above you. then you felt him grab your wandering hand and move it above your head, now straddling your hips.

breathing heavily he removed his own hand, moving his lips down your chest, pressing quick, wet kisses to your collarbone and down the valley of your chest. he rubbed your tits through your shirt and bra, peeling back the layers to reveal your plump tits and hardened nipples to the air. he immediately attached his lips to one nipple while playing with the other, rolling it between his fingers, pinching it. you squirmed under his body, yearning for any type of friction to help relieve pressure on the knot forming inside of you as he tended to you nipples. he switched to the other, swirling his tongue around the bud sucking on it. you jolted under him as he pinched and pulled at your chest, the fleeting pain soothed by the lick of his tongue.

“you are so fucking hot,” ethan groaned into your abdomen, kissing farther and farther down.

he reached your skirt, looking up to you for permission to take it off which you granted by helping him take them off. he now knelt on the ground in front of you on the bed, legs spread in front of him bearing your clothed cunt. he placed your legs over his shoulders, resting his head between your thighs, breathing directly on your cunt.

“ethan p-please,” you whined, moving your hips, pushing your mound closer to him begging him to do something, anything.

he pressed his thumb on your slit, running it through your clothed folds. you could feel his breath on your cunt, laughing to himself as he teased you. he found your clit, massaging it under his finger feeling it enlarge. taking a deep breath you quickly lightly kicked ethan onto the floor before removing your panties yourself since he clearly had no plan to anytime soon.

“stop fucking around,” you cursed breathlessly now sitting up on the bed with your legs spread.

you took off your shirt and bra, tossing them somewhere onto the floor. ethan still lay on the floor looking up at your now fully naked body. he was basically salivating at the lips, moving closer to you as you started moving your hands towards your bundle of nerves. you reached your cunt, dipping your fingers in one swipe making you moan loudly at the sensitivity of your nerves. ethan approached again, kneeling between your legs heading straight for your cunt. he licked between your folds as you lay back on your arms watching him.

“oh my god,” you moaned.

“y-you’re so wet,” he whispered between your legs, delving back into your pussy.

he placed his entire mouth on your heat, flicking his tongue between your folds, collecting your fluids. he sucked on your clit strongly, gripping your hips, keeping you close to his face. you dropped on the bed unable to hold yourself up any longer. whining under his touch, you grinded your pussy on his face eager for more.

“ethan fuck i-i,” you stuttered as he attacked your clit, “so good.”

he groaned at your praise, sending vibrations through your body as his mouth was attached to your heat. you could feel the bundle of nerves become tighter in tighter in your core, close to unraveling.

“m’ so close pretty boy,” you moaned out with a string of profanities.

suddenly you felt his tongue enter inside of you, licking the inside of your walls and you nearly came right there. you gasped, the feeling shocking you as you moaned with pleasure.

“don’t- don’t stop,” you pleaded although it was clear ethan had no intention of doing that.

he gripped your hips tighter, pushing his tongue deeper into your cunt, fucking you with it. you squirmed in his hold, struggling to keep yourself composed as you rapidly approached your high. your legs trembled on his shoulders as you started to lose strength in your limbs. fucking you harder and faster with his tongue you lost all composure and came hard. you released all over his tongue and mouth as he rode you through your high, still attached to your sensitive heat. your legs trembled, falling limp as your body shook with your orgasm, ripping through every part of you.

“ethan,” you groaned weakly, “fucking hell.”

you pulled him off of your cunt by slightly tugging on his hair, the overstimulation getting to be too much. he crawled up to your position on the bed, kissing your forehead and all around your face with your juices lathered across his face.

“good?” he asked as if you weren’t violently cumming in that very mouth sixty seconds ago.

“really fucking good,” you answered quietly.

“can you do it again?” he whispered, reaching his fingers down to toy with your pussy.

“you-” you gasped as he ran his fingers through your overly sensitive folds, “m’not gonna be able to walk.”

“i’m strong, i’ll carry you.”

“you’re not gonna fucking ca-,” you spoke interrupt by two of his fingers stretching your cunt.

“cmon for me,” he whispered, “for your pretty boy.”

you couldn’t deny the pleasure, as you nodded for him to continue fucking you with his fingers. he started slow, curling them inside you while observing your face contort at the stimulation. he kissed you softly as he began to fuck into you faster, curling deeper and harder into your already sensitive cunt. you moaned into the kiss, now opened mouthed looking at his fingers move in and out of you. as your head rolled back from the familiar building pressure in your cunt ethan placed kisses along your neck, sucking marks into the skin and whispering sweet nothings into your ear,

“gonna cum in my pants,” he breathed into your ear, “y-you’re too much.”

his words spurred you on as you rolled your hips against his fingers chasing your second release of the night. for the final time ethan increased his pace, now ramming his finger deeply into your cunt. the sound was obscene as his fingers rapidly entered your cunt still filled with your previous release along with your new arousal. you whimpered under his touch,

“oh my, fuck fuck,” you yelled, approaching your high.

ethan kissed you as your second orgasm ripped through you. you pushed his hand out of you, unable to take the overstimulation again. he rubbed your legs as they twitched while you came. your breath was heavy, unable to take the orgasms you’d reached in the span of five minutes. you turned your head towards him, kissing him weakly with all the strength you had.

“only you, pretty boy,” you spoke breathlessly, “only fucking you.”

he helped you sit up as you needed to get dressed.

“i was nervous,” he told you as he fetched your clothes from all over the room, “never done that before.”

“be nervous more then cause you nearly fucking killed me.”

he looked worried before you clarified, “in a good way.”

“ohhh, kay good,” he smiled kissing all over your face before helping you dressed.

you put on your bra and top okay. but you let ethan put on your skirt and panties because of the current state of your legs. he kneeled on one knee, letting you hold his shoulders as you stepped into your panties and he pulled them up your legs, same with the skirt.

“ok, let’s go everyone is probably looking for us,” you said as you stepped forward but faltered.

he caught you by your hips, laughing at your inability to really walk on your own.

you lightly punched him in the shoulder, “this isn’t funny, you did this to me. what are we supposed to tell everyone?”

“i don’t know,” he shrugged still smiling.

“oh fuck you,” you scoffed turning around, “now help me out of here.”

ethan hurried to your side, opening the door and guiding the two of you out of the room.