#UMM so this was fun as hell

[wiklm]

mmmvery questionable doodles of @/ghostofreach117’s diluc bc i’m SO!!!!!! bored and don’t know what to draw :(

[puppppppppy]

43. For the ask game

43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately

going straight for the jugular arent we

[wigglesdtuff]

You're gonna be fine, fine, fine... 'Cause everyone blooms in their own time 🌸

[lazaruspiss]

Gotham Knights: Villains

Talia al Ghul: As the daughter of Ra's Al Ghul, she was raised to be the League of Shadows' second-in-command, and has been fiercely loyal to their cause since childhood. Growing up within the League, she has come to see people as chess pieces to be manipulated, though there was a brief time when another path seemed possible. In hindsight, our brief relationship was a mistake. I should have known she would never betray her father by leaving the League. In recent years, Talia has grown resentful of her father for passing her over as his replacement. Ra's al Ghul: One of my oldest and most dangerous enemies. The leader of the League of Shadows, Ra's always believed that humanity needs to be reset, free of the corruption infecting society for the last thousand years. He has killed countless innocents in pursuit of this goal. He is hundreds of years old thanks to the supernatural effects of the Lazarus Pit. Ra's is not immortal and has been obsessed with the idea that I replace him at the head of the League, despite our rivalry. In recent years he seems to be losing himself, becoming more volatile and losing his sense of purpose. This is likely due to his repeated exposure to the Lazarus Pit.

Mr. Freeze: Victor Fries is a brilliant scientist with an unfortunate condition that requires his body to operate at sub-zero temperatures. As Mr. Freeze, he is one of my oldest adversaries. He long promised he would reform once he found a cure for his wife Nora's condition. However, after her recovery she rejected him because of the atrocities he committed in her name. Now, he seems to be headed down a very dark path. I'm working to develop an antidote for his condition, but until he accepts responsibility for his actions, he will never truly be cured.. Clayface: Basil Karlo was once an actor, but his delusions of grandeur and his ego lead him into a life of crime. I was unable to save Karlo from the accident that turned him into the criminal known as Clayface, and he has held a personal grudge against me ever since. His anger and his ability to mold his body into any shape have made for a dangerous combination in our past encounters. The last time we faced off, Karlo fell to his death, having been torn apart by a turbine. I couldn't stop it. Karlo may have hated me, but he never deserved a violent end. Clayface's motivations are simple. Vengeance. He's a spiteful person who has gone from being a burgeoning actor to be a disgraced criminal.

Harley Quinn: Harley's incredibly agile and uses her acrobatic kicks and flips mixed with a massive sledgehammer to fight through anything in her way. Determined and incredibly stubborn, Harley's got an innate sense of her own abilities and will never stop. Previously Dr. Harleen Quinzel, a rising star in the field of psychology, she turned to a life of crime and feeding on the chaos it offered. She worked with my worst enemy for some time before going her own way. Harley has recently shown signs that she is interested in rehabilitation, and I want to believe she is capable of it. I have recruited her to assist me with something on my latest case, something she is uniquely qualified to help with. My hope is that she will get a taste of the good she can do and that may help her turn over a new leaf.

[reel-fear]

people who still make Joey the ink demon despite canon steering far away from that being the case this is for you I am sending u kisses XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO <3

People who make Joey well-meaning, sympathetic, a lighter shade of morally grey than canon I am also sending u lots of love <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3!!

And people who generally steer wildly from the direction Bendy takes with its characters and has fun with it I hope to see more from all of ur aus and rewrites!!

[sweetsnidle]

class picture ???????

from right to left: ren, itsuki, dai, kenshin, hideki, hime, ichika and yuna

(ren, itsuki, dai, hideki and yuna are owned by @lesbkinz!)

[abhorrenttheorizer]

4 tickets to see norm of the north in theaters pleas

version without Walden's goofy ahh spectacles

[puphoods]

lush... puberty 2... bury me at makeout creek... retired from sad... be the cowboy... laurel hell... IN that order !

[itsalwaysdark]

grhhh i cant wait til the baby ages up so i can dress her up

[transgaysex]

i was super gonna say something when i opened this app but i lost it. wuh

[bamfkeeper]

Bamf Babies

RQ: 'I saw that you opened your requests and could I request a dabble of the daily life of Kurt and his partner who treats his bamfs as if they're are their babies? Like she cooks for them, makes them little clothes, tucks them in, gives them names (with Kurt's approval, of course), and all that?' - @mari-thesimp

Warnings: GN reader, though the term 'mother' is used just once just as a way to describe your role. Unedited.

A/N: Umm yes??? Ugh, this was a fun little drabble. The bamfs, come on, cute little guys. I wish I had one. I'd kill for one.

The bamfs were...a lot...when you first met them. They were like little gremlins who were constantly at full energy, scampering around and getting into things they weren't supposed to. The only time they weren't running around so much was when they finally sat to eat. Kurt noticed that they were fond of you right away, and while he has to leave for missions, he decides to leave them with you, or at least a few at a time before it gradually turned into all of them.

You became their unofficial mother. But like hell you'd deny that.

The bamfs slept with you, all curled up beside you like a litter of kittens. Their soft, velvety skin felt so warm against you, like gentle peach fuzz. Sometimes they fought to sleep the closest to you, some would cry and you'd have to reassure them.

Bamfs can be quite jealous, so you have to make sure to show equal amounts of affection and love, otherwise it can cause an unruly bamf which is never fun. As you learned how they worked, you got better at managing them all.

Each morning, you wake up and made them breakfast. Kurt is normally exhausted, so you let him sleep in. The bamfs scramble out of bed with you, eager and happy. their little chirps and chitters fill the kitchen as they gather by your feet. Some climb on the counter, trying their best to help you cook. Pancakes were their favorite, but they weren't so good at making them. They tried, but they often made a big mess with the batter. Then they fought...and an even bigger mess happens.

So you handle the mixing. You learned.

They still liked to try to help, so you let them put chocolate chips or blueberries in them if they wanted. Each pancake you poured, you held up a bamf and they sprinkled in their add-on. Each one was served and given syrup, and now you had a handful of happy, quiet bamfs. Still and busy eating their food. Their big cheeks full of sweet pancakes as they ate happily.

"Guten Morgen..." Kurt says groggily, making his presence known. He's got major bedhead, trudging over to you and rubbing his eye sleepily. You return the greeting, smiling at him as he hugs you from behind. "Any for me...?" he asks tiredly, his face nuzzles your neck.

"Of course," you chuckle lightly. The bamfs had to get their sweet tooth from somewhere, and Kurt's sweet tooth was crazy.

You make Kurt his breakfast, and pass out cut up bananas and fruits for the bamfs. Some pout, and you chuckle. "Now, you have to have something healthy too, little ones. Besides, bananas and berries are yummy." You spoke gently to them, scratching their heads as you distributed the food. They all reluctantly ate the fruit, wanting to make you happy.

After breakfast, it's bath time. You bath the bamfs twice a day, they get...dirty, very easy. Luckily all of them can fit in the bathtub, so it's not that difficult. You scrub them and wash their hair, seeing them happily splash and play in the water. Some hate the water, they are like cats, trying to get away from the tiniest of drops, but you manage. There are one or two where Kurt has to help hold them in so you can wash them. The poor bamfs cry and try their hardest to get out, but only when they're clean. You give them lots of kisses when they're done, so they feel better. The little dears eventually stop crying, but they pout and are grumpy.

You like to play with them, you go outside and play on the playgrounds with them, the bamfs love slides. They're also little spiders, crawling on every single thing they can.

"Careful!" you called, one bamf climbed on the very top of the castle and chirped victoriously. The bamf seemed so proud of itself, but like that instinct you had, the bamf slipped and slid off the castle top and down to the wooden pellets that covered the playground. It landed on its back and its little body rolled over, the force of the landing turned it onto its belly.

A soft hic and it started to cry. You rushed over, Kurt noticed and teleported beside the little bamf as it cried. Its tearful cheeks damp as it reached up to you. "Awe it's okay...I'm here baby..." you cooed, holding the darling bamf close. It was a little dirty, but otherwise okay. Nothing broken, "You're gonna have one hell of a knot on your head later, sweetheart."

The bamf cried and buried itself into you, the others were concerned and slowed their play as you comforted the hurt bamf. "He's okay, liebe...just a little hurt." Kurt reassured, but the bamf didn't want to be put down and you didn't want to let it go yet.

"I know, I know...just let me comfort him..." you whispered to Kurt, whom backed off and let you do your thing. "Shh, sh...it's alright, you slipped, that's all. You're okay, little one..." you reassured the bamf and gave it a little kiss on the head, your hand gently soothing the sore spot.

Playtime didn't last much longer, you all went inside to clean up once again, and it was dinner time. You cooked and hummed, the bamf who hurt itself didn't leave your side, crying and wanting to be held constantly. You of course held it, the poor thing kept itself buried against you. The darling had a wrap around its head where it fell and you held an ice pack to the spot when you weren't stirring dinner at the stove.

Kurt occupied the rest, they couldn't use sharp utensils, but they helped season things. When dinner was served, it was a typical mealtime, they ate happily with little complaint unless it came to brussel sprouts and broccoli. You cleaned up, and came to the den to relax for the evening and enjoy their company...and Kurt's of course.

The bamfs colored at the table, most of their drawings were messy and childlike. The injured bamf stayed close to you, laying in your lap with the ice on its head. The pitiful bamf was extremely attached to you, and would sometimes make cries to get your attention when it wanted more.

Kurt stayed close to you, sighing down at the little bamf. "He's really attached to you, schatz...all of them are. They might love you more than me," he chuckled lightly, kissing your temple. The comment and kiss made you smile lightly, your heart beating a little quicker.

"Ah well...I just try to care for them the best I can." Your thumb was gently rubbing the bamf's cheek, the little one had fallen asleep in your lap. "I think it's bedtime, the others are quite sleepy too."

The rest were slow and sluggish now, yawning and rubbing their eyes. Kurt agreed, leading them all up to your bedroom. "Alright little ones...let's get you in your jammies." you hummed, holding up little onsies you made for them. Putting clothes on them for the first time was hard, but over the months, they learned to adjust. It was like putting clothes on a cat, they acted funny at first but as you learned the sizes and where the clothes were pinching, you figured out how to make the clothes as comfortable as possible.

They all slept in bed with you, but they had their own little corner where there was a big nest they slept in too. However, you couldn't deny them if they wanted to sleep beside you, especially the hurt one. So after you changed and got ready for bed, you slipped in and they all piled in after you. The injured snuggling close, then the rest came around and settled.

Kurt was behind you, his tail wrapping around your leg. "Comfy?" he asks you softly, and you nod in return. You were exhausted. The day was long and you were ready for bed. You had a little family here, and you couldn't be happier with your life. Kurt and the bamfs were your everything, and you were theirs.

Thanks for reading.

*BAMF*

Dividers by @/adornedwithlight

Cover images from Nightcrawler #5 (2014)

[sapphirebluebird]

watched Pulp Fiction for the first time last night

[bbydoll18xx]

Keep the Edits Cordial

A tik tok edit of two best friends coaxes out admissions of feelings (and orgasms)

Paige Bueckers x reader

word count: 3.2k

themes: mutual pining (LOML), friends to lovers, smut!!

warnings: i like using the word ‘fuck’, 18+

Thanks for the love on my first post! This is my first attempt at writing smut, so bear with me. I have a few more ideas if y'all are interested!

Despite not being on the uconn’s women's basketball team, or having any shred of athletic ability, you had befriended Paige Bueckers, and her teammates, as an extension, had adopted you with open arms. So you weren't out of place sitting in the apartment of Paige and several of her teammates while she was in class.

“Oh fuck, shit, shit, shit,” you hear KK Arnold swear over on the couch across from where you were sitting, attempting to get some homework done.

A sensual R&B song plays from her phone several times, as her eyes nearly pop out of her head while she watches.

You look up, mildly annoyed at the noise, but you were used to KK’s antics and her overdramatics. 

“What the hell is the issue?” you ask.

“Umm…nothing,” she drawls. “Be right back, girly pop. Don’t move.” She runs into Azzi’s room, where Azzi and Caroline were attempting to also be productive. 

That was damn near impossible when KK was around.

Your interest peaks as you hear the same music play from KK’s phone again several times over and the giggles and gasps of the three girls fill the bedroom. 

“Paige is gonna flip if she sees this,” Azzi says matter-of-factly, as you strain to hear the full conversation.

‘What would make Paige flip?’ you wonder. 

“I gotta show this to Ice!” You hear KK exclaim a little too loudly, causing the other two girls to shush her. 

KK runs back into the main living space of the apartment where you were sitting. She picks up her stuff with a shit-eating grin before waving to you and rushing out the door.

She was so fucking weird.

Giving up on the essay you were supposed to be finishing, you toss your laptop down and head into the bedroom where Caroline and Azzi are heatedly whispering. They stop as soon as your footsteps near the door. 

Why were they acting so suspicious?

“Ladies, would you mind telling me what the actual fuck just happened?” you ask sarcastically. Being out of the loop was not fun.

“Oh you know, just KK being KK,” Azzi said, brushing it off. “Nothing that concerns you really.”

“But it concerns Paige?” you prod, trying to get any information out of her. Being around Azzi for years at this point, you had grown to learn her weak spots. 

Your eyes narrow, and you stare her down in a way you could only hope was somewhat threatening. 

“If it concerns Paige I wanna know. We’re best friends, c’mon please,” you whine. “Is it another one of those thirsty edits?” 

Azzi shakes her head and makes a zip of the lip motion. 

You roll your eyes at her childish behavior and look over to Caroline expectantly. She just shrugs. They were no help at all.

“Fine!” You say with a tone of indignation. “I'll find that stupid tik tok myself and see what all the fuss is about.” You spin on your heels and walk out of the room with sheer determination. You miss the smirk Azzi and Caroline share once your back is turned. 

You were so fucked.

You type ‘Paige Bueckers’ into the tik tok search bar and begin to scroll with the volume up to identify the same sound blasting out of KK’s phone just a minute ago. 

Your head gets a little fuzzy as your vision is assaulted with video upon video of Paige. You were used to calming the jump of your heart when you were around her, but the hedonistic edits made you want to scream. Each edit you came to had clips of her flexing, grinning, and sticking her tongue out in a way that made you want to rub your thighs together. They were paired with lascivious lyrics that caused you to nearly let out a whine. 

You had been avoiding tik tok recently for this exact reason. Trying to act normal around Paige all the time was difficult enough. You did not need a ridiculous app to fuel the fantasies that threatened to creep into your mind at every waking moment.

At least your screen time was way down.

Your scrolling quickly stopped as you felt your heart quite literally stop. It was you. In all its glory, with a staggering amount of likes, comments, and views, was what looked to be an edit of you and Paige.

What the fuck?

Your hands shaking, you clicked onto it, hearing the same song as earlier. This was the one the girls were freaking out about. 

“Azzi, Caroline, get your asses out here,” you yell, trying to conceal your panic.

They slowly strolled out of the room looking worried. 

“I see you found it,” Azzi said with a laugh. “So what do you think now that you’ve seen it?” 

Both girls tried to gauge your reaction, but you were more concerned about the fact that Azzi had said earlier that Paige would be pissed about it.

You shrug. You had to choose your words carefully. “Well there are edits of you and Paige together,” you reason. “Lots of people think you two are in some secret relationship, and P has never minded. Why would this be any different?” 

“Everyone knows that you and Paige have a special friendship,” Caroline alludes. It goes right over your head.

“Well if she is bothered by this then we are not as close as I thought,” you say quietly, still watching the tik tok, as it plays again. You wanted this edit burned into your retinas. 

Occasionally you allowed yourself to feel a tiny sliver of hope that you and Paige could ever be anything more than friends. Everytime she gave you a late night cuddle or placed a hand around your waist, as if it naturally belonged there, made you long for more. You knew better than to feel hopeful though. This stupid edit did nothing to quell the burning need for the tall blonde.

Throwing your phone down, you look up at the two basketball players with a look of indifference you’ve learned to master. “It doesn’t even matter,” you whisper dejectedly.

“C’mon, we all know how you actually feel about Paige. She’s the only one dense enough not to see how crazy you are for her,” Azzi soothes. “Maybe it's time to be honest with her. You never know what she’s feeling until you talk to her.”

You laugh. Fuck that. Feelings are meant to be kept inside until you die or they go away. 

You’re hoping the latter will come sooner rather than later, but you doubt you'll get that lucky.

“I don't think so,” you scoff. “I need to go before Paige gets back.” 

You leave despite the protests of the two girls, and you make a plan to hide from Paige for the next few days. You knew it was only a matter of time before Ice and KK went running to Paige to show her the edit. 

45 fucking minutes. That was how long it took before your door was being bombarded by Paige and her delightfully rambunctious children, Ice and KK. You swore under your breath as you quickly weighed your options. Option 1 was simple: pretend you were gone, although the smell of your microwave popcorn could have easily given you away. Option 2 was the grown up thing to do: open the door and have a conversation like an adult. Option 3 was straight up crazy: jump out of the window and run for the damn hills. You glanced at the open window of your bedroom before shaking your head. You needed to stop watching too much television. 

Option 1 was it. Fuck being an adult.

You stood next to the door, waiting for the three girls to give up, but they refused to leave.

“I know you’re in there, c’mon let me just talk to you,” said Paige through the door. “KK and Ice can leave.”

You hesitate, but still reach for the knob of the door. 

“Please?” Paige asks again, causing you to let out a sigh of defeat and turn the lock so she can come in. 

“Are you pissed?” Paige questions, somewhat harshly, as she walks through your door.

You give her a look of confusion. 

“Of course not!” you exclaim. “I thought you might be, though. I heard Azzi tell KK and Caroline earlier that you would flip if you saw it. I was just worried it would make you feel uncomfortable, and then our friendship would feel awkward, and I-” you ramble, trying to make some sense of what you were feeling.

Paige cuts you off with a wave of her hand. “You could never make me feel uncomfortable. I was worried it made you uncomfortable. I wanted to come check on you as soon as KK showed it to me,” she replied gently. “Me and Azzi, we’re used to the rumors, but I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about people thinking we’re, ya know, in love.” She whispers the last two words as if it was some big secret.

You let out a shaky laugh. “It means nothing to me. That would be ridiculous anyway,” you lie smoothly. Burying your feelings for Paige was an artform for you now. 

A quick shadow of something that was hard to read flickered over Paige’s face. You chose to ignore it. ‘It’s easier that way, less messy and complicated,’ you thought sadly. Little did you know, things would get even messier and more complicated. 

Two days later you were sitting in class when you hear the same fucking R&B song playing from your classmates phone. You look over at her, meeting her eyes. She smirks and slides closer to you. 

“So you and Paige Bueckers, huh?” she says curiously, almost like a taunt. “I’d imagine she’s incredible in bed.”

Her hypothesis startles you.

Who the fuck says that to someone they barely know? You feel your pulse rise in anger, wanting to defend your friend. You feel hot with jealousy. Anyone thinking about your Paigey in a sexual manner made your blood boil. In your mind, she was only yours.

You decided it would be fun to play into it. You lean closer to the gossipy bitch, and with a whisper you say, “you have no idea the things she does to me. Fuckk, I mean, we’ve all seen the edits. Her tongue is always out.” The obnoxious brunette to your left looks shocked, and she rolls her chair further away from you. 

With a satisfied smirk, you try to calm the pounding of your heart. ‘What the fuck did I just do,’ you thought. Rule number 1 of being Paige’s friend and only her friend was to avoid thinking of her in the way you really want to. That means no fantasizing, no tik tok edits, and absolutely no talking about having sex with her.

You lay your head onto the desk. What an idiot you were.

As the class comes to a close, you escape quickly to avoid any awkward looks from other people on campus. The last few days have left you feeling unsettled as the edit of you and Paige reached ridiculous levels of popularity. Everyone was now thinking you were somehow involved. You hated how much you wished that to be true.

You had promised Paige that you would hang out once you were finished with your class, trying to keep a semblance of normalcy to your friendship. You rolled into her apartment anxiously, calling out for her. Paige pokes her head out of her bedroom, waving you in with an equally anxious smile.

This worries you. Paige was always the grounded one of the pair of you. Her nervous demeanor makes you think something is wrong. You take a deep breath before sitting opposite her on her bed. It smelled like the lotion she always wears, and you subconsciously inhale a bit longer than normal.

Fuck she smells so good.

Paige stares at you for a few seconds, making you feel hot under her gaze. Those eyes piercing into your soul made you want to scream her name until the neighbors could hear. She takes a breath. “So basically everyone thinks we’re in love,” she deadpans. Her nonchalance makes you squirm. How the hell does she feel about being uconn’s newest gossip train? It's hard to tell.

“Yeah, I kind of figured when I was just asked in class about how you are in bed,” you mutter, blushing at the confession.

Paige looks vaguely surprised at first, before replacing the look with a smirk. “What’d you tell ‘em?” she questions.

With a sudden surge of confidence that you typically only get from ample amounts of alcohol, you reply, “I told her that all those edits of you with your tongue sticking out could only mean one thing.”

Paige grins cheekily. “You’re not wrong. I am great with my tongue. Maybe one day I can show you.”

You think your heart had never beat this fast in your entire fucking life. You were still feeling particularly bold, so you murmur, “I’m free now?” There was no way Paige was going to agree to that, so you get up to leave, before you feel her hand grab yours, pulling you back into her.

“Don’t fucking play with me right now,” Paige demands. “Do you actually want this? Do you want me?” 

You nod your head embarrassingly fast. You felt like an overexcited puppy. “P, I’ve wanted this since the first time I saw you.”

“Good,” the blonde replies. “Me too. Now let me show you all of my little tongue tricks.”

Paige grabs your jaw with one hand, placing the other around your throat to keep you right where she wanted you. Your lips meet finally, and everything around you fades into nothingness. 

Oh my God, she tastes so good. Paige presses hot, open-mouth kisses down your throat, sending shivers through your whole body and right down between your legs.

“Need you naked for me, babe,” hums Paige. ‘For her you would fight a war,’ you thought, as you stripped your sweatshirt off, revealing the pretty pink lace of your bralette.

You mentally high five yourself for your underwear choices this morning. Showing up in your granny panties would’ve been terrible.

Paige helps you out of your jeans and starts placing tantalizing kisses over your inner thighs and stomach. You can feel your arousal leaking out of you already, making you feel slick with the anticipation of what was to come.

Paige notices the wet spot on your panties, grinning as she lightly blows air over your clothed pussy. You arch your back wantonly, needing more-so much more. 

“Please, Paigey,” you whine in a way that gives Paige a big head. “Need you so bad.”

“Use your words, baby. What do you need?” she coaxes, still alternating between kissing your inner thighs and swirling her fingers against your clothed clit. 

“Please just touch me, I’ll do anything for you,” you moan brokenly. You could feel yourself start to slip into some sort of subspace. At this point, you’d do anything just to get some more stimulation.

“So polite, aren’t you, babe? I’m gonna take good care of you,” Paige promises before ripping your soaked panties off in one quick motion.

For the first time, you were splayed out naked in front of your best friend, with her having all the power in the world over you. Before you could begin to feel insecure under her piercing gaze, Paige swirled two long fingers into your sopping pussy, admiring how easily turned on you got for her. She brought them up to her mouth, sucking them in and moaning about how good you tasted. 

“You taste as sweet as I’ve been imagining for years,” she whispers. “Have a taste.” She brings the same two fingers up to your mouth and drags them across your swollen lips.

You lick your lips and groan at the taste of your own arousal, wiggling around on the bed and humping the air to get any sort of pleasure. Paige presses your hips flush against the mattress, keeping you from moving. She was yours to control as she wished. Finally, she brought her mouth down to your burning heat, starting with a long and slow lick up your pussy. It felt so good you could cry.

“More, P, need more,” you cry. She was being a fucking tease, and you could feel yourself go crazy as she ate you out slowly, as if she was eating her last meal on earth.

She granted you some reprieve as she entered a finger and then another into you, slowly stretching you out with scissoring motions. 

“So wet for me, aren’t you my pretty baby,” she gloats, and you try to avoid rolling your eyes back into your head in pleasure. Her fingers pick up a cruel and punishing pace, targeting your g-spot as if it had her name written on it.

She fucking owned you.

Paige, still finger fucking you, presses kisses up your belly, onto your tits, before meeting you in another searing kiss. You want to sob at the sheer pleasure. It was overwhelming; the heat of your best friend’s body pressed flush against you, the moans ricocheting off the walls, and the tightening in your lower belly that threatened to spill everywhere.

“Fuckkk, Paigey, I-i’m gonna cum,” you moan breathlessly. “Please, please let me cum, please I need you,” you whine in an incoherent babble of pleasure. 

“Cum for me, baby, I’ve got you,” Paige pants out, riding the highs of dominating you and ensuring the unceasing assault of your g-spot.

With a guttural moan and a string of words that would make a sailor blush, you ride out your high. Paige’s fingers slow as you pant, coming back to reality. She watches your chest rise and fall a few seconds before removing her fingers from your fucked out pussy and licking them clean.

“You did so good for me,” she praises, causing you to squirm, activating your praise kink once again.

“Thank you,” you whisper. “This isn’t going to make things weird now, is it?” you question anxiously. That was the last thing you wanted to happen.

“‘Course not,” promised Paige, linking her pinky finger with yours. “I’m plannin’ on wifing you up now.”

You giggle as the last bits of awkwardness fall away, feeling blissfully fucked out. “What about you, though?” you ask. You wanted to make Paige feel as good as she made you.

“We’ve got all the time in the world, baby,” she replies. “You look like you’re about five seconds away from fallin’ asleep.”

You smile sleepily at her. She knew you a little too well.

 “I should send a thank you card to whoever made that edit of us,” you murmured against Paige’s chest, making her laugh.

“And I'm definitely getting rid of all three of my vibrators,” you announce, causing Paige to grin proudly.

Paige was unquestionably okay with that.

[rafescvntyclubgf]

Blue Flame - Rafe Cameron One Shot

+18 Minor DNI

Frat!Rafe x Reader x Reader’s Best Friend

(Rafe is interested in the reader romantically)

⭐️ republished ⭐️

+18 Minor DNI

🪄 frat!rafe, swearing, name-calling, drinking, drug usage, pet names (daddy, doll, baby, babygirl etc, degradation, threesome, rough oral, teasing, throat fucking, cum play, oral receiving (female), public fondling, ownership kink if you squint, switch!rafe x dom!reader x dom female, spitting, Rafe is more interested in the reader than her friend

📖 Frat!Rafe x Reader x Reader’s friend based off of the lyrics from “Already Best Friends”. College student/former stripper reader has a crush on frat president Rafe. When she calls a buddy in, during a frat party, they have a little fun 💕

✨ “That’s right… And in an hour, you and I are gonna come back up here, and you’re gonna give me a private show. I want you to dance for me, y/n. Then, I’m gonna fuck you into the mattress.” ✨

3K <- mostly smut

🎶 She brought a buddy in

“What you studying?”

“Education, that’s where the money is.”

“You think you funny, huh?”

“Yeah, I’m the funniest.”

“So what about you?”

Her friend replied, “I don’t go to school.”

“Okay, what you do?”

“I’m a dancer, and quick question, are you a cancer?”

I said, “Hell nah, where you dance at?”

She said, “Blue flame, that shit be jam-packed.” 🎶

Cali: where are you, babe?

YN: outside come out here please

Cali: whats goin on

YN: hot tub

Cali: say less 💕

Cali: anyone out there with you?

YN: that guy 🤭 the one I was telling you abt. He’s out here

Cali: Rafe???

Cali: oh shit

YN: you wanna have a little fun

Cali: always ☺️

Reader’s POV:

“What are you two up to?” Cali asks as she walks across the deck toward the two of you. The hot tub had cleared out, leaving you and Rafe behind.

“Just smokin’, sweetheart’,” Rafe smiles, fishing out a joint from behind his ear.

“Wanna join?” You ask your bestie, who’s already stripping down to her bra and panties.

Cali chuckles and roll her eyes. “Obviously,” she breathes as she steps in, choosing a seat on the other side of you, putting you right in the middle. Rafe flicks his BIC, blazing up a joint before taking a haul. He releases his smoke up high, puffing once more before passing it to her.

Cali accepts, taking it between her plush lips. She rips the weed, letting the smoke pour from her mouth. “This is good shit,” she smiles, eyeing it between her fingers before shifting her emerald-green gaze your way. “Well, thanks for the invite, y/n; I hope I’m not interrupting. The two of you look pretty comfy.”

“Oh, please… I invited you, baby,” you smile, picking the joint off her fingers.

”‘Course… Shit. The more the merrier,“ Rafe adds, his voice already raspy from the smoke. “And, this is my shit… It better be fuckin’ good.” He eyes the fat joint in his large fingers, his gold ring shining bright.

“Smokin’ out of your own stash?” You tease, sliding a little closer to Rafe than you already were. His eyes drift from your lips to your chest; your Calvin Klein bra almost entirely see-through, giving him a tease. You smile even wider when his next couple words get stuck on his lips.

“Umm… Quality control?” He grins, his hazed blue eyes matching yours again, giving you butterflies. “I’m Rafe, by the way.” His focus shifts to Cali.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Rafe. I’m Cali. So, you run this place. Huh?” She chuckles lightly, swirling her finger around, gesturing to the party raging around you.

“Yeah… I’m the president-”

“Ooooh, fancy,” she adds, teasing him playfully as he drops his position in the house. Rafe smiles and shakes his head, looking away for a moment to collect himself, then back to you again.

“Hey, you asked. Aight? I wasn’t gonna drop titles.” He takes off his hat, brushing his wet hand through his dirty blonde hair before putting it back on. You swoon, seeing more of his handsome face: a chiseled jawline, perfect lips, and just the right amount of stubble. Cali squeezes your thigh, either catching you gawking or agreeing with you; this man is fucking fine.

“So, Y/n, what are you studying?” Rafe asks between sips of beer, looking your way. “I don’t think I ever asked – I mean, obviously we’re in that Comm class together. Is that your major?” You shake your head ‘no’. “Lemme guess then, yeah?” He looks at you, joint pinched between his lips, doing his best to get a read off you. “Education?”

You gasp and smile, “Mhmm… Education.”

“Heard that’s where the money is,” he teases, his smile widening as he sees your reaction. Rafe lifts the joint up high as you splash him with a little water, flirtingly.

“Well, what’s your major than, frat boy? Communications?”

“Nah, princess. I actually wanna make money one day.”

“You think you’re funny. Huh?”

“M’the funniest,” Rafe chuckles raspily before taking another hit, passing it to you.

“I’m sure you are, prez,” you challenge him as you lean in close — really fuckin’ close. Your mind starts to race along with your heart as you find yourself closer than you’ve ever been before, barely clothed, and soaking wet. “Well, let me guess now… Finance?”

Rafe shakes his head ‘no’ and smiles, “International Business.”

Cali looks over at you, eyes doubling as she sees your damp bra, joining the conversation again. “Fuck, bitch.” She reaches out, giving your tits a playful squeeze. “You look good, baby. Doesn’t she look good?” Cali asks, playing wingwoman as she looks over at Rafe with a smirk of approval for the man of your desires, his eyes never having left you in the first place.

“So fuckin’ good,” he smiles. You rest the joint on Cali’s lips with a smile. “So, what about you? What’s your major, Cali?”

“I don’t go to school,” she breathes through her exhale. “College is not for me.”

“Okay – okay, what do you do,” Rafe questions as he stretches his arm behind your shoulders, shifting even closer. You smile up at him, seating your hand on his thigh, making him bite his lip to fight back a smile.

“I’m a dancer – I work at Blue Flame downtown,” she adds. “This one did, too, before she declared her major. Fuckin’ bitch,” Cali bullies, flicking some water in your face in protest for leaving her behind for a higher education. “It’s not the same without you.”

“I miss it, honestly.”

“Guess you’ll just have to dance for your man instead.” Rafe’s mood shifts instantly, making Cali rush to assure him. “She doesn’t have a man. Her future man, Cameron. I’m sorry, baby. You looked like you were about to cry.”

“C’mon now,” Rafe snorts and laughs as Cali continues to give him shit. “I mean, yeah, I got a little disappointed. Can you blame me?”

“Not at all… She’s perfect. She’s my better half. Truly.”

You lean in, giving her a quick, playful kiss. “Love you, baby.”

“Shit, so you two are really close. Huh? I didn’t see you walk in with anybody. Better half? So, are you like dating or something?” Rafe asks, his curiosity peaked.

“Just besties,” you answer, with a giggle that has Cali joining in, falling onto your lap. Rafe cocks an eyebrow, clearly liking what he’s sees. Cali breaks the pattern of the smoke circle, passing the weed back to you. She straddles your lap, chest to chest with you. You take the weed between your lips, taking a hit. Cali leans in, the aroma of her vanilla perfume engulfing you as she moves closer, holding back just enough, letting you lean in the rest of the way. Your lips hover within mere centimeters of hers, casting smoke into her parted lips. She inhales without hesitation, taking it all. Her darkened eyes drift open, matching yours, the two of you putting on a show for Rafe.

”Well, fuck…” Rafe huffs. “So, uh… umm. Holy shit. What are – what are the two of you up to tonight?“ Rafe fumbles over his words again, too distracted with how pretty the two of you look together, his fantasies running wild. Cali shifts back, retaking a seat, the whole situation leaving you craving more. More of her, more of Rafe’s eyes on you. It’s the perfect storm. You look up at him, smiling, baiting him into the exchange as well.

“We can stay in here if you’d like, baby.”

“I mean, we don’t have to stay in here,” he answers hastily.

“Yeah? N’what do you want, Cameron?”

“Seems like you got somethin’ on your mind, prez,” Cali adds.

“Yeah, I got a few things on my mind,” he smirks. Rafe reaches over, resting the joint between your lips. You shut your eyes, relaxing as you toke nice and slow. Rafe’s large hand rests on your thigh. You place yours on top, guiding him in between your thighs. You repeat the same process with Rafe, his lips ghosting over the top of yours, accepting the shot. He stalls for a moment, just enough time to exhale. The next second, Rafe’s lips collide with yours, making you moan into his mouth when he cups your pussy. “This okay?” Rafe murmurs against your lips.

“Yeah,” you pant. He turns his eyes to Cali, posing the same question.

“Yes – Shit,” she answers, giddily.

“Can I?” Rafe asks, switching his eyes to her and back to you. “S’Okay if I kiss, Cali? I just – I was gettin’ this vibe that you liked me-”

“I do,” you stop him fast. “I like you… I like this, too,” you smile sweetly. “Let’s have a little fun tonight. We can talk about it later. Yeah?”

“Fuck, princess. Yeah – Damn… Whatever you want. I’m down.”

Rafe pulls Cali in by the waist, pressing his lips against hers. A smile stretches across your lips as you eye the placement of his hand, still reaching for you, not wanting to lose contact.

”Do you want to…“

“Come to your room?” Cali finished his sentence.

“Mhmm.”

“Please…” You sigh dreamily as your fingernails lightly scratch his clothed cockhead, his dick rock-hard underneath.

“Holy shit,” Rafe groans. “Let’s get outta here. Yeah?” He asks as he takes off his snapback, standing up carefully, covering his hard-on with his cap. Water drips off his muscular body, as he steps out of the warm tub. He slides on his Champion sweatshorts, tugging on a faded frat t-shirt. Rafe helps you out of the tub, doing his best not to gawk as he grabs your dry clothes off the ground. You turn toward Cali, pawing the water out of your hair, ass swallowing up your wet thong. You tug your sundress over your wet curves. Rafe pulls you in by your waist as Cali puts her garments back on. He leans down, kissing you nice and slow. “M’gettin’ your number after this. I’m serious. Are you free tomorrow night?”

You smile as you rise on your tippy toes, meeting his lip for another kiss. “I can’t wait.”

“Neither can I. Shittt… Let’s have a little fun. Yeah?”

The man’s already on cloud nine and all you did was kiss. You twine your fingers in Cali’s as Rafe leads you to his bedroom before shutting the door. You look back at Rafe, his lust-blown pupils locked on you. He’s soaking in this moment, studying the two of you carefully, taking into memory each detail.

Your tongue slips between Cali’s lips, swirling with hers. “Think your boy wants to watch for a bit,” Cali mumbles between kisses. Rafe continues to stare as he walks backward, feeling for a chair. The two of you strip off your dresses again. You crawl back onto the mattress as Cali slinks toward you, making your heart race. Cali lowers herself on top of you, kissing you deeply as your fingers rake into her hair.

Your head rolls to the side, meeting Rafe’s eyes as he palms himself through his sweats. Fuck, I wanna see his cock. “Co’mere. Please…” He begs, thinking he could wait but getting too impatient. Lucky me. You reach for the hem of his shirt, practically ripping the tee off his big frame as Cali watches on. Resting your hands on his chest, you push him back down to sit. He looks up wide-eyed, waiting for you to set the pace. Cali meets his lips; their kiss, messy and rushed, mouthwatering nonetheless, conjuring up something animalistic inside you.

You fall to your knees, slotting yourself between his big thighs. Rafe’s gold chain glints with every quick breath as Cali’s nails dig into his broad chest. Your hands drift lower and lower, goosebumps spreading across his tanned skin. You skim your fingers over the divots of his abs, following a slight trail of hair working below the waistband of his Champions. His hardened cock is aching to be freed, confined in his tight boxer briefs. A desperate moan from Cali snaps you out of your daze. You finger the waistband of his shorts, drawing all eyes to you again.

You push his sweats down his thighs, quickly tugging at his black briefs. Cali can’t help but pull back watching his dick swings out, smacking just below his belly button. Her eyes double, just as surprised as you at the sheer size of his cock. “Fuck, daddy,” she mumbles, returning her lips to his, the two of them kissing feverishly as their tongues battle for dominance.

You take hold of his thick dick, making Cali swallow his moan. Flattening your tongue, you glide it along his cock, catching the precum rolling slowly down the side. Rafe pulls away from their kiss, looking at you out of the corner of his eye, more interested in the attention you’re paying below than Cali’s lips on him.

Sinking down, you take as much of Rafe as you can, his fat cockhead pressing against the back of your throat, making you gag. You swirl slowly to his tip, watching his eyes roll back into his skull. Rafe’s gaze returns to yours, Cali’s full lips marking his thick neck as you suckle on his throbbing tip. You start to bob fast, watching Rafe’s toes curl. Cali’s nails scratch lightly through your hair, taking hold of the back of your head. She guides you, using your mouth to stroke Rafe’s cock as she praises you, your trained mouth drawing out moan after moan from him.

Cali’s hand slips out of your hair, moving between her legs. She pushes aside her wet lace panties, head falling onto Rafe’s shoulder as she runs soft circles on her pussy. You pull off his cock, spitting lewdly before taking him back in your fist, pumping Rafe for all he’s worth. “You want him to help you, Cals?”

Rafe’s jaw tightens, just the sheer request making his cock twitch in your palm. His fingers quickly replace hers, earning a needy moan as his skilled hand works its magic. You grab Cali’s wrist, taking her fingers between your lips, sucking hard. “Y/n…” Rafe hails, watching you in awe as you taste her on your tongue.

“So sweet,” you mumble. Rafe swallows thickly, doing his best to hold back pleasure as you continue to pump, lowering your lips to his cock again.

“Shit… I don’t know how long I’m gonna last,” Cali whimpers.

“Me either,” Rafe moans. ”Fuck, baby. Suck my fuckin’ dick, y/n.” You wrap your lips around his head, hollowing your cheeks, making the muscles in his thighs tremble under your hands. Cali’s about to burst, back arching, eyes fighting to stay locked on you.

“Oh, Rafe… Just like that,” she cries as she throws her head back. The slick sounds of her cunt fill the room, along with Rafe’s moaning and panting breaths. Rafe grabs your head; hips pitching as he cums in spurts. You’re calculated with his climax, focusing on letting his seed pool on your tongue.

You stick it out showing Rafe his sticky spent before leaning into Cali, spitting it into her mouth. “Fuck me,” he moans, throwing his head back on the coach. His arms lay in exhaustion by his side, the most satisfied, blissful smile on his lips. “Best night of my fuckin’ life,” he pants as he returns his eyes to you. Rafe runs his thumb along your chin, catching the rest of his cum, before stuffing it in your mouth, letting you suck it off. Rafe presses down, parting your lips, spitting inside. “You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into with me, princess. You know you’re mine now. Yeah?” He smiles as he hooks his finger under your chin, closing your mouth, watching you swallow. “Your turn.”

Cali reaches around you, lifting your bra, letting your boobs bounce free. Rafe grabs your tits in his large hands as you watch his half-hard cock stiffen again. Rafe takes you swiftly into his strong arms, kissing you passionately as you reach the mattress. “Just pretend like I’m not here. Wanna watch you eat her pussy,” Cali whispers through a mischievous smile, crawling on the bed.

“That was the sexiest shit I have ever fuckin’ seen, Y/n, you… I have no words,” he mumbles between kisses.

“Yeah? You liked that?” You giggle breathily as Rafe smile stretches against lips.

“Loved it, sweetheart.” He tosses you down on the bed, watching with an insatiable thirst as your breasts bounce, mounting you fast. His warm tongue swirls your nipple, sucking and flicking your sensitive skin, making you moan and cry for more. Rafe works lower on your body, his eyes not lesving you. You lie back on the mattress, propping yourself up on your elbows between Cali’s thighs. She looks down at you, leaning in for a kiss. Rafe’s rough fingers draw up your skin, setting your body ablaze as they drift between your thighs. “So soaked, baby. Goddamn… Makin’ a mess already.”

Rafe touches your panties, making you gasp into your kiss as you feel the chilled sensation against your warmth. He releases a deep, sinful laugh, sending chills down your spine. You lift your hips as he hooks his fingers around the cotton band of your thong, pulling it down your thighs. Rafe grabs your legs, spreading them open, pressing your thighs into the mattress. “Bet you can’t wait to fuck her pussy-”

“Can’t fuckin’ wait,” he cuts Cali short. You can feel her soft touch, ghosting circles around your nipples, your pliant skin hardening under her touch as Rafe dips his thick fingers between your folds, spreading your slick.

“You’re so wet…” Cali praises. “Bet you could make a mess of Rafe’s cock, y/n.”

“Bet I could… Maybe he’ll let me clean him off when we’re done,” you smile.

“He said tomorrow, princess, after your little date. Or, does that greedy little cunt of yours need to be filled tonight, y/n?”

“You two are gonna kill me,” Rafe mumbles. His pleasure alone, enough to send you over the edge, embarrassingly close, feeding off of his high. You feel yourself dripping, Rafe’s tongue quickly laps up the mess between your thighs.

“Yes, daddy. Shit-” You sigh, unable to form the rest of your words as his lips lock down on your puffy clit. Cali’s small hands grab as much of your breasts as she can, pressing them together for him, tweaking and rolling your nipples as Rafe watches, longingly, moaning into your pussy at the sight of her toying with your tits. Rafe starts to rock his cock into the mattress, craving friction, dreaming about the nasty shit Cali was teasing him with.

Rafe takes you by surprise, looping his big arms around your thighs, pulling you close. He licks a fat stripe from your hole to your sensitive bud, making you cry out in pleasure. Rafe darts and flicks his tongue, watching you twitch and whine beneath him. The chill of his rings hits the heat of your inner thigh, working higher and higher, making your eyes roll back. Rafe slaps your drenched pussy, making tears gather in your eyes before doing it again. Your pleasure builds as he thrusts two long fingers into your soaked pussy, setting a fast gait, making your thighs quake uncontrollably.

He spits on your clit, working the pads of his fingers rapidly over your bundle of nerves, circling his tongue through your cunt, tongue-fucking you as you plead for your release. “Make me cum, Rafe. Fuck. M’right there,” you whimper. He buries himself between your thighs, suffocating himself in your drenched pussy. “Yes!” You let out a choked cry.

“Cum for us, sweetheart,” Rafe moans against your sex; the vibrations of his low voice sends you over the edge, straight into ecstasy. You scream his name, knitting your fingers in his hair as you hold him close. Rafe continues to please you through your orgasm as your release drips from your pussy, wetting his sheets below. “Good girl… S’good. Look at that mess, Cali,” he rasps. “She a dirty fuckin’ slut. Huh? Just perfect f’me.” Your eyes flutter open on his. Rafe quickly takes purchase of your lips, kissing you deeply as you do your best to catch your breath. “Shit, princess… I don’t think I can wait.”

“You can’t wait, baby?”

“No… No I can’t.”

“Mmm… What about tomorrow?” You tease.

“Unless you stand me up it’s happening. But this party is gonna clear out in an hour. Everyone’s gonna leave for the night, and it’ll be just you and me.” You smile up at Cali, your bestie matching your energy as Rafe continues to grind into you nice and slow, mumbling into your ear. “I’m gonna treat you like a fuckin’ slut tonight but you gotta know I’m serious. I wanna get to know you too.”

“Okay,” you giggle happily, making Cali cover her mouth to conceal her squeal of excitement for you.

“Am I your man, baby?”

“You’re my man,” you coo, cuddling into him as you wrap your arms around his trim waist.

“That’s right… And in an hour, you and I are gonna come back up here, and you’re gonna give me a private show. I want you to dance for me, y/n. Then, I’m gonna fuck you into the mattress.”

You smile, as your fingers trace up his back, scratching into his hair. “You promise?”

Rafe chuckles deeply against the warmth of your neck, his swollen tip teasing your soaked hole, doing everything but pushing inside. “I’m gonna ruin you princess.”

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[st6rrrs]

JUST AS FRIENDS RIGHT? - SARAH X READER

summary: Sarah comes up with an idea

Warnings: smut 18+, scissoring, cursing, oral sex, nipple play, fingering,etc..

A/n: I never wrote girl on girl before so be patient with me. Reader is mixed

Sarah’s family were on vacation in the Bahamas. Sarah didn’t want to go so she stayed in the outer banks.

She invited you over for the week so she wouldn’t have to be home alone in that big house at night.

You guys were watching a movie on her bed side by side, it was 1 in the morning. Surprisingly you guys weren’t tired at all.

“Are you getting tired yet?” Sarah ask

“Nope, are you?”

“Not really im kinda bored” Sarah sighs thinking of something to do

“Me too” you reach out to get more popcorn on Sarah’s night stand to eat.

“You wanna watch porn?” She yells out almost making you cough up your popcorn. What the hell made Sarah ask a question like that.

“Um….”

“Have you ever watched it before? I heeded my brother and his friends talking about it.” She ask

“No but there teenage boys of course they would watch shit like” you laugh

“Yea I heard them watching it too. It sounded nasty to say the least.” She says also laughing a little

You and Sarah were both virgins. Sarah was in a relationship with topper but they haven’t had sex yet.

“What did it sound like?” You ask curious

“Um.. it sounded wet and a lotttt of moans and groans.” She says with excitement kind of

You make a face of disgust as she talks about it but secretly you could feel your panties getting wet.

“Yea I don’t think I’m ready for that. I heard it hurts.” You say unconvinced you’ll ever have sex.

“Well not if you have it with a girl.” She looks me in the eye while she says this

Sarah has been really acting weird tonight. You don’t know what it is.

“Right..” you say avoiding eye contact

“I-I think we should try it.” She stutters

“Huh? Try what.” You ask confused

she looks hesitant at first but continues what she was saying

“I think we should have s-sex for fun.” She says nervously

Your mouth widens as you stare at her in shock but then you start to think about it.

“Just as friends you know, just to try it” she says again.

I mean as friends right and it wouldn’t hurt.

“Umm.. sure but as f-friends” you say still in shock

You see her eyes lighten as you accepted her offer.

“c-can I k-kiss you?” She ask

“Okay” you mumbled

She leans in and starts kissing you. After a while you start kissing her back and it turns into a full make out session. You feel Sarah’s hands rubbing up and down your body.

Sarah pulls away from the kiss and takes her shirt off along with her sweat pants, you do the same.

You guys were both now only in your underwear.

“Can I touch them” you look down at her boobs.

She nods. You swallow hard and go reach to touch them. They were soft and warm so you go down to suck on them.

Sarah moans and arches her back as you suck one of her nipples and play with the other. You gently pull off of her after a few minutes have passed

“I wish I had boobs like yours” you say wiping your mouth

“Are you kidding these things are a pain in my ass, they ruin all my outfits” she laughs and you laugh with her

All of a sudden she pushes you onto your back which makes you gasp in surprise. She spreads your legs open to pull down your underwear to see your wet pussy.

“Is this okay?” She ask

“Mhm”

She then buried her face in between your legs. She licks in between your folds and sucks on your clit while you squirm under her. You’re moving so much she has to hold your thighs down.

You never felt pleasure like this before. You let out a pornographic moan shocking you and Sarah that you could even do that.

Sarah continues to lick and suck on your clit to the point that’s all you could think about. Sarah then leaves your clit and starts fucking you with her tongue.

Where the fuck did she learn this.

“Fuck! Sarah right there!” You yell out

You then feel that feeling you couldn’t explain starting to build up like you were going to explode. Thats when Sarah’s pulls away and you groan out disappointed. Sarah gets up and wipes her mouth.

“You actually taste good”

You giggle nervously

“Thanks, that felt really good.” you say truthfully

“Thanks.” she giggles also

She then pushes your leg to the side and positions herself in between them.

“Fuck Sarah” you roll your eyes from pleasure as she begins to rub your guys wet pussies together.

“You feel so good” Sarah moans as she goes faster. You move against as well trying to get as much pleasure as possible.

Sarah stared down at the wet cunts rubbing together. You go to grab her boob while moans and whimpers leave both you and Sarah mouth.

You didn’t want to admit it but Sarah on top of you was only making you wetter than you already were.

You felt yourself getting closer and closer to this building up like sensation as Sarah went faster and faster.

“Fuck oh my god!!!” You yell

You then felt yourself cumming as you moan out loud by overstimulation. Sarah puts her hand over your mouth.

“Your g-gonna wake up the n-neighbors” she moans out also releasing at the same time as you.

After your guys high came down Sarah lays beside you on the bed.

“That was amazing.” You mumbled

Sarah laughs

“I told you it was a good idea.” She smirks at you.



[nadvs]

Bestie umm sorry (I’m h*rny) but could you write a blurb about Rafe x reader having sex for the first time after revealing their feelings for one another ?

aaa great minds 🤭 i was just thinking about this!!

based on this fic, continuation of this blurb! 18+!

rafe is lying awake in bed, staring at his ceiling in the dark, feeling like he needs to mentally catch up to everything that happened in the past 24 hours.

it’s all because he drunkenly called her his girlfriend last night. that set off a chain of events that eventually made them face the feelings they have for each other.

and even though he can’t pinpoint when his revenge hook-up turned best friend with benefits claimed a piece of his heart for her own, in retrospect, he can recognize the hints of proof that they weren’t just friends.

if she was always just a friend to him, he wouldn’t have spent so much time thinking about her. he wouldn’t have been in practice, trying to perfect his lay-ups, unable to really focus because he was looking forward to hanging out with her after. he wouldn’t have had so much fun doing something as mundane as grocery shopping with her. he wouldn’t be out with friends, all the while wishing he was with her in her dorm. he wouldn’t have liked the corny pillowtalk after sex as much as he liked the sex itself.

and now, he can’t stop thinking about how she felt pressed up against the couch earlier tonight. he was hard, because he always is when she’s touching him, but she has an early class tomorrow and he still feels like he got run over from how hard he partied last night and he knows that the next time they’re in bed together, it’ll be different because now they both know it’s not just sex. so he dropped her off without trying anything.

and honestly, he’s kind of nervous. this is all new. he never thought of himself as the boyfriend type, but then again, he didn’t know a girlfriend was this - a best friend who knows him inside and out and still chooses to like him.

he decides he’s taking her out tomorrow night. and then she’ll come over and he’ll show her just how much he appreciates that she’s a part of his life because he really has never felt as happy as he does when he’s around her.

through their whole friendship, rafe has been the decision maker. he makes the plans and all she has to do is show up. she loves that he does the work, and she knows she could tell him she wants to something else, and she has, but most of the time, she lets him be the boss because he does it so well. at least, in making plans. she challenges his dominance in other ways.

so, when he tells her to be ready for dinner at 7 the next day, she happily gets dressed and purposely puts on her nicest lingerie because she has a feeling that the night will end in his bed.

it’s not weird to greet each other with a kiss, even though they used to only kiss minimally during hook-ups. it’s not weird to hold hands as they walk up to the restaurant. it’s not weird when she playfully shoves his shoulder from across the table when he teases her and he kisses the back of her hand instead of pushing her away. it’s not weird, because it’s all things they both wanted to do but never did because they called each other just friends.

he suggests they go to his place and the moment his bedroom door shuts behind them, his hands are dragging up her thighs, squeezing her ass under her dress, kissing her hard.

rafe’s typically the aggressive one but now she’s shoving him back into bed, her hands on his hard chest, and he smiles under the kiss, revelling in how eager she is for him.

“can’t wait?” he mumbles, pulling her down by her waist on top of him.

she laughs softly, their noses touching as she lies on top of him, feeling his fingers sinking into her skin over her dress.

“what, can you?” she whispers, grinding up against him, feeling how he’s already hard as hell for her.

“you kidding?” he says. “no. look at you. you’re fucking beautiful.”

he’s never used that word before. outside of the bedroom, they were hardly ever verbally affectionate, and during sex, he called her hot a couple of times. this is new.

“i am?” she whispers, pressing her cheek against his as she starts to unbutton his shirt.

he’s overtaken by how badly he wants her, flipping her onto her back, kissing and nipping at her neck as he pushes the fabric of her dress up to her waist.

she gasps in pleasure when he yanks down her panties and puts his mouth up against her. her hand finds his hair as he starts to lap at her, treating her like he’s been craving her taste all day, and honestly, he has been.

her legs are spread as wide as they can go so he can kiss and lick and suck every inch of her. the sounds of her soft moans, of his mouth against how wet she is, are so fucking good that his cock is aching at this point.

they meet eyes as he sucks her clit, his nose pressed up against her, and she looks like she’s living in pure bliss and disbelief, her chest stuttering with her hard breaths.

he pulls back with a smack of his lips, his face wet from her, staring at her as he runs his fingers up and down her middle, slowly dipping a finger inside her.

“how’s that feel, hmm?” he says.

“so good,” she whispers, bucking her hips up against his hand. “so fucking good.”

he adds a finger, stretching her out slowly. she breathes out shakily, pushing up against him.

rafe can’t wait any longer. he pulls his clothes off as fast as he can and stands over her, palming himself as she sits up to take everything off.

their clothes are bunched up at the end of his bed as he lowers over her, holding his cock at its base, nudging against her entrance as he presses his open mouth on hers.

she hugs him with her arms and her legs, capturing his big body over hers, feeling like she’s aching for it.

“i get so hard for you that it hurts, you know that?” he says roughly. she melts beneath him when he sinks into her, hard against soft, and squeezes around him even tighter.

this is different, they can both feel it, but different good because there’s nothing unsaid between them anymore, no walls up blocking them from sharing an intimacy they held for each other but didn’t allow themselves to feel.

he fills her with a deep, tight pressure over and over as he rocks into her back and forth, still wrapped in her limbs, their temples pressed together.

“you always take it so fucking good,” he pants against her ear. “my good girl.”

she plants a slow kiss on his cheek as his words wash over her. he always praised her before, but never called her his girl. he has a more intense claim of ownership over her than she realized.

“keep talking,” she whispers, earning a smirk from him.

“you like it when i tell you how tight you are?” he groans. “squeezing me so fucking good.”

“mhm,” she mumbles, blissed out. her hands drag up his back, her nails running over his bare skin, holding back how hard she wants to grip him as he keeps thrusting rough and slow.

“go ahead,” rafe whispers. “scratch me up. i’m yours, baby. you fucking own me.”

his words send her over the edge, her nails digging into his skin, moving with his thrusts, running over his shoulders.

the sting hurts him in the best way. he holds her head in his hands to keep her steady, pulling back just a bit to lock eyes with her again.

he stares at her, in complete awe that he feels this good, that he found home in a person and that she found it in him, too.

“i’m yours, too,” she whimpers. “i always was.”

he kisses her hard. his thrusts start to get less rhythmic as he feels his body dissolving into an orgasm, starting to softly tremble as he puts all his weight on her.

the friction of him against her, the heaviness of him, the taste of him, the hardness of his body as she squeezes her limbs around him, makes her body go numb before she reaches a hard, mind-blowing peak, a tangle of yes’s spilling out of her mouth.

rafe doesn’t have the energy to get up right away as they start to tumble down from their orgasms. their chests are heaving, heads swimming with pleasure.

he gives her countless soft, lazy kisses before he stands, leaving the room to get her a towel. she’s in a daze as he cleans her up.

rafe wraps his arms around her once he lies down next to her, her nose in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent as they lay tangled, naked together.

“that was…” she breathes. “the best we’ve ever done.”

“yeah,” he half-chuckles. they’ve hooked up so many times, in so many positions, and in so many places, even in her college library, but nothing beats the thrill of what just happened.

because it was an entirely new level. and there’s no coming back down.

“what i left marks?” she says, tracing her finger over his shoulder. the realization hits her. “oh my god. what if people can see while you’re playing?”

rafe huffs a self-assured breath, imagining the scratches she left on him, red lines running over his skin and underneath his jersey on the court.

“good,” he says simply. because then they’ll know he’s taken. and the girl standing court-side cheering for the other team will know it best.