#barely proofread

[commanderhearteyes-r]

hear me out no.28 reader asks lottie to come with her into the woods to “hunt” and reader is wearing a skirt ... you fill in the blanks!💗

Ooohhhhh fun one! 🤭

PS: I misread your initial ask and wrote it as if Lottie asked reader to go, I fixed the whole thing and had the reader ask Lottie to go to the woods… my phone did not save it… My apologies anon I can’t be assed to retype that all again. So it’s kinda close to original ask! I hope this is satisfactory! 🫣

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Eyes On Me

Lottie x fem!r

Prompt #28: “no underwear? did you plan this?”

Warnings for: coercion, loss of virginity, pain-play, 18+ only

Lottie approaches you rather quickly, she looks around with wide eyes scanning the surrounding huts and looks at the other girls. She hasn’t asked anything yet so you stop the chore you pulled for today and give her your undivided attention, “how can I help you Lottie?”

“I need your help y/n, I pulled the fucking hunt card somehow today and you know the snares better than I do. Maybe you could be of some use to me and come help.” Her lip twitches with a smirk that you barely intercept. You could help her, it would give you some alone time with the tall and tanned girl that’s been on your mind recently. Last night you had your hands shoved down your shorts trying to relieve some tension that had been caused by her. It hadn’t been as good as it could have been had it been her fingers… or her mouth.

You smile softly and shake your hands clean of the dust and ash that had accumulated on them from the fire, you had been emptying the old ashes from the pit. “Sure Lot, let me go tell Taissa I won’t be finishing my chore. I’ll be right back.”

“N-no, we can go now. Let’s go, you’ll be fine y/n. I want you to come now.” She hurries you. Lottie places her hand on the small of your back and guides you into the entrance of the woods. Lottie pushes you down to the ravine where the water laps at the edges but doesn’t rush quickly. You turn to look at her confused.

“Lot, this isn’t where the traps are silly.” You say as you gaze up at the beautiful tall girl. Her mouth opens and closes a few times, it looks like she’s thinking of what to say - maybe an excuse. “What is it Lottie?”

“You can’t go around looking like this and expect me not to take what I need from you, what were those noises from your hut last night?” Lottie asks as she takes hold of your wrist tightly.

Your eyes widen, “Lottie how do you know I was making noises in my hut last night? Your hut is all the way across the clearing.”

“I was outside listening to you. You sounded so wet.” Lottie admits freely with no shame.

This emboldens you more, “just ask for what you want, be a big girl. Use your big girl words.” She grips your wrist tighter and pulls you against her.

“Don’t fucking piss me off, answer me. What were you doing last night? Why were you making noise?” Lottie presses you as she looks you up and down, she eyes your skirt and smirks.

“I had my fingers buried inside myself, is that a good enough answer for you?” You snark back.

“Are you a virgin?”

“Why does that matter?” Your brows furrow at Lottie’s question.

“Because I need to know if someone else has had you before, I’m possessive with my things.” Lottie quips. You nod your head, you’ve just been forced to give a few meaningless handjobs and blowjobs here and there. But you’d kept your legs closed, because you knew you were a lesbian and that much you wanted to keep for yourself. There have been a few boys that attempted to sleep with you and failed. Lottie nods, pleased with this information. “Good girl.”

You feel your body being pushed down suddenly, it feels like you’re falling in slow motion. Your back is flat on the leaves and sticks, she pays it no mind as she crawls over you. Then Lottie’s body is completely over yours, her hips are slotted in between yours. She makes eye contact for a moment, and you can tell she wants to kiss you. You give the faintest nod, consent if she cared. You liked this. And she’s back to the game she started, she’s moving down to press her lips to yours. Both of your lips are slightly chapped after living in the wilderness, but it’s just such a human quality. It’s just such a personal thing to get to feel her chapped lips that you feel yourself getting wet. You feel silly that this is what starts it. Not even her words earlier, but your rough lips as you make out on the forest floor has you feeling like a hole ready to be filled.

She towers over your body, the height difference is still very apparent horizontal and she likes it. She likes completely overcoming your small body with hers. She takes this opportunity to run a hand over your throat teasing the fact that her hand could choke you out with minimal effort, but she refrains. She must be impatient, because after a few minutes of kissing her lips are ripped away from yours.

“Eyes on me little one, open your legs. I wanna see your pussy.” Lottie wastes no time, she assists in pushing your thighs open. Her eyes shoot back up to yours, “no underwear? Did you plan this? How did you know I would bring you here?”

You lay there, cunt exposed and weeping for her, you shake your head trying to feign innocence. “No I-I honestly didn’t, I just thought I could go without… today?”

“That’s a bullshit answer and you know it.” Lottie sticks two fingers inside, you gasp and grab her wrist. Her fingers are much thicker than your own.

“Lottie, what the fuck?” You gasp.

“You’re already soaked, it’s okay. I’m just checking that you are telling me the truth.” She lets her fingers probe your insides and hums happily.

“Lottie I’ve masterbated with… stuff before, I don’t know if everything is how you think it will be. And that whole “cherry popping” thing for virginity is just a myth.” You say breathily as she keeps exploring and rotating her fingers through your soaked hole.

She shakes her head, not satisfied with your words, “no y/n, I want to take your virginity. I will have it.”

You nod, “okay, okay. I’m yours, take me.”

“You’re being such a good little girl for me, I want more fingers in you. I love stretching you out already. I think you can take more, let’s see.” Lottie takes her two fingers out and wets an additional two, again with no warning she enters you with four fingers. This time you do feel something stretch or tear you’re not sure which.

“Ow ow ow, Lottie. I’m so full it hurts. Please.” You beg and try to pull back slightly. She grabs your shoulder and pulls you back down.

She looks at you with her big round doe eyes, “please, please let me. I swear it’ll feel good in a second. I’ll stretch you okay? Let me make it better.” She keeps her four fingers buried, but she compensates. She lowers her mouth to your clit and wraps her lips around it. You take the win, you’ve never been eaten out before and now you have Lottie’s lips on your pussy.

“Ohhhhh fuck me, okay okay okay. Yeah that’s a little better.” You tell the girl who is buried inside of you.

She starts fucking her fingers in and out while suckling on your clit steadily. It’s painful but it’s mixed with pleasure, it’s wonderful. Her free hand grips your thigh to keep you spread and she grasps it so hard you can tell it’s gonna bruise in the morning.

“Lottie fuuuckkkkk, I’m so full.” You moan out.

She nods and those eyes are so full of joy you can’t imagine doing anything but this for her, “you’re doing so good my girl, thank you for letting me take this moment from you. I needed this so bad.”

She starts curling her fingers in an upward motion and that cuts the pain down even more, the stretch begins to feel desirable. And she lowers her mouth again. With these motions being continued at a steady pace you’re sure to cum for her soon and she knows it. She wants it. All of the sudden you feel a warm hand press down on your lower stomach, underneath your shirt.

“Lottie I feel like I’m gonna pee, don’t do that!” You yelp.

She ignores this and keeps going, pressing her hand harder. You try to push her hand away and she swats you on the thigh. She hums around your clit, pushes in deeper while drawing her fingers upwards and the hand on the stomach pushes down. Suddenly something is happening that you’ve never done before. You’re squirting liquid all over Lottie’s face. And she look so happy about this! But fuck did that feel good, maybe you’re just happy about this too.

You let your body relax and Lottie begins to pull her fingers out, admiring the work she’s done. She beams at the gaping hole and leans down to kiss it before standing, leaving you there laying in your mess. She goes to the running water to rinse her face and hand. You hear her say, “thank you for accompanying me, we’ll be back here soon, okay?”

[reidsdimples]

When Everything Changed | Part 4

18+❤️‍🔥 MDNI‼️

Spencer Reid x BAU!Reader

Enemies to lovers

Part 3

Mixed emotions are confronted while alone with Spencer in his apartment.

The team had zeroed on the unsub and the sting operation was being planned out. Last you and Spencer heard, they were about an hour from the address.

The night had stretched into the early morning. You had helped Spencer with his medicine and weird liquid food before putting on a movie. Said movie, Friday the 13th had just ended and he was asleep on the couch.

There hadn’t been another instance of him touching or kissing you but also neither of you sniped at the other. You mostly were in blissful silence either working or watching the movie. You didn’t know when Spence fell asleep but you glanced back at him from where you sat on the floor in front of the couch.

His face was slack with sleep and smooshed against his hand. He had the blanket pulled up over his shoulder and seemed to be sleeping peacefully. Your mind kept going back to Darcy and Elizabeth. Could he really be your Darcy? Did he want to be?

The credits ended and the room fell silent, prompting him to stretch and rub his sleepy eyes. He glanced over at you where you didn’t hide the fact that you were watching him sleep. The dim screen was the only thing illuminating his features but you could see the curiosity in his gaze.

“You fell asleep,” you tutted and turned from him. Your back was still leaning against the couch.

“I dreamed about Freddy Krueger if that counts,” you hear him smile.

“I hope he got you,” you pout and toss a piece of your popcorn at his head. It bounces off and tumbles to the floor next to you.

“Nope, unfortunately for you I’m still here,” he laughs softly, contently and sits up. You’re sitting next to his legs now, the urge to touch him heightening in such close proximity. “You tensed up,” he observed.

“What- no I didn’t!” You scoff.

“Deflecting and now you won’t look at me,” he points out. You whirl to face him to try and prove him wrong but he greets you with a devilish grin that has your stomach tightening.

“What are you implying Spencer?” You huff. He raises his eyebrows, pleased that you’re bothered. His knee knocks against your shoulder.

He leans down, prompting his elbows on his knees with his arms dangling between his spread legs.

“I’m not implying anything besides the obvious,” his gravely voice is near a whisper. His perfect lips form the words so sinfully that you adjust as you clench your thighs together.

“Obvious is relative,” you lean up on your knees and move between his legs, forcing him to sit back on the couch. “Elaborate.”

“Your hatred for me has melted into lust just as mine has for you,” he insists and folds his arms behind his head. You place your hands on his thighs where the thin pajama pants offer little barrier between you and his skin.

“Are you certain? Because honestly you look kind of punchable right now,” you give him a sarcastic smile. He leans forward so your noses are almost touching.

“I’m certain I can take whatever you want to do to me,” his words are deadly, dripping in seduction.

Shit.

“Your hand keeps inching up towards my cock. You keep licking your lips and clenching those delicious thighs. I bet you’re dripping wet right now,” he leans in and whispers against your ear.

Frustrations floods over you because he’s right, you hate when he’s right. But that frustration gives way to a wave of need that has your pussy clenching around nothing.

You glance down at his lap as he leans back again, the absence of his mouth near your neck only slightly upsetting. His erection has begun to grow in his pants and you know that crossing this line is dangerous. But then your mouth starts watering and you feel the need to grab it, the need to pump him until his whimpering beneath you.

“You’re arrogant,” you say because it’s true. The you trail your hand up and grip his cock through his pants. He flinches and watches you with wide eyes. “You’re a know it all,” you add as you adjust to his still hardening cock in your hand.

“Mhmm, anything else?” He bites his lip, watching you intently. You don’t know whether to focus on his facial expressions or his perfect length in your hand. He thrust his hips upward, filling your hand with him.

“You’re extremely infuriating,” you grab his waist band and tug his pants down. “Not to mention intellectually inferior to me,” you grin as you grab his cock.

His eyes go wide at the assertion and he’s about to say something when you bring your tongue to his tip and drag slow circles around the head. The salty flavor of him melts on your tongue and has your clit throbbing with need. He deflates into the couch when you wrap your mouth around him, taking him deep into the back of your throat all at once until your nose is flattened against his pelvis.

“Fuck you,” he pants as he draws out the words, finally responding to the last insult. You bring your head back up his length, hallowing your lips and sucking sweetly, torturously until he’s groaning beneath you.

You pop his head out of your mouth and look up at him.

“You could fuck me,” you shrug and then spit on his cock before take him deep again. “But you won’t,” you tease and continue your assault on him, pumping your hand with the motion of your mouth. You swirl you tongue to taste every inch of him, to draw out his pleasure.

Your other hand drops to your clit, running circles in speed with your mouth on his cock. His hand curls into your hair and shoves you deeper into his cock, making it clear that your little taunt pissed him off. You gag and choke and drool around him before he yanks your head off of him.

“It seems like you want me to be pissed off,” he tilts his head, jerking yours closer to his face. “Is that it? You want me to hate fuck you?”

You always enjoyed the darker more sassy side of him, this side of him. You did want that. You wanted him angry. You wanted him to use you.

“Mhmm,” you grin wildly.

He grabs the nape of your neck and stands, forcing you to stand with him.

“Your smart mouth and insistence on being right is going to get you fucked until you can’t walk,” he bends you over the kitchen table where files go flying.

“I don’t think you can,” you bite out, glancing back at him. He drops down behind you, removing your jeans swiftly and with ease.

“I’m going to enjoy making you scream for me,” he exhales as his long fingers trails up your soaked cunt. “Dripping with desire. Or was it hatred?” He muses and slaps your ass.

You grunt, annoyed at his fine line shit.

“Hatred. I want to fuck you out of my system,” you spread your legs and look over your shoulder at him.

His eyes are darker, filled with something more primal. This is another competition for both of you. Who is going to tap out first?

He lines the thick head of his cock up at your entrance and sinks in slowly.

“I know it’s tight baby. Don’t cum too soon,” you purr just to piss him off.

A groan of annoyance erupts from his chest as his grips your hips. He plunges into you hard now, forcing your walls to stretch around him, your cervix aching when he pounds into it. It feels so good.

He snaps and thrusts his hips forward and into you impossibly quick before angling himself to hit that spot inside of you that draws out a loud moan.

“Fucking let me hear how much you hate me, how much you hate this,” he grabs your hair and jerks your head back. It only improves that angle until sounds you don’t recognize are pouring out of you.

He reaches down and starts rubbing your clit and he rails into you, never missing a beat.

“Fuck,” you cry out as your legs start to shake.

“Cum for me,” he pants as he fucks you harder still. Your pelvis is slamming into the wooden table but it’s hurt so good.

Your eyes are rolling back in your head and the mix of pain and pleasure he’s giving you in equal measure. You tighten around him and shudder as your orgasm rocks you. You choke out a scream that sounds vaguely like ‘Reid’ but you hope he can’t tell.

He pulls out of you abruptly as your orgasm rattles you and before you can protest he’s on his knees with his face buried in your pussy from behind. You arch your back to give him better access and he grips your ass to spread you wider for him. Your clit is throbbing as he sucks on it until you’re on the verge of tears. He skids his tongue skillfully up and down your entrance, even all the way up to your ass until yours moaning for him.

He doesn’t stop sucking on your pussy and tongue fucking it until you’re orgasming on his face. You reach back and press his head closer into you as you cum in his fucking mouth.

“Finally something that mouth is good for,” you grind out.

He stands, fire blazing in his gaze, his lips glossing with your cum. He flips you on your back and pulls your legs up onto his shoulders. You can watch him now as he slides back into you.

Your cunt is sensitive as he rolls his hips to find the spot that causes you to moan. When he does, a satisfied grin plays in his face but you don’t have the capacity to sass him, it feels too good. Who would have thought that Spencer Reid was so versed in the art of pleasuring a woman.

His hands find your tits and squeezes them hard, they fit in his hands perfectly. The sight of him fucking you is overwhelming as he stimulates you in multiple ways. Fuck, you didn’t know if you could take another orgasm.

His tongue swipes across his bottom lip like it usually does when he’s focusing and he catches you staring at his mouth. He seems to have the same realization as you. You hadn’t kissed him yet. A wild thought given that his cock was sliding in and out of you at this very moment.

He drops your legs and brings them around his waist before leaning forward. He stares down at you for a moment, longingly as a whimper comes from his throat. You lean up and capture his lips in yours. It’s more intimate, more real than sex somehow.

You’re both a mess of moans and clashing tongues as he slowly winds himself in and out of you. He’s drawing you closer to the edge, he has you whimpering, nearly in tears at how good it feels. He’s kissing you deeply, passionately, as though he’s long for the taste of you for ages.

You curl your hands in his hair to deepen the kiss, to have something to hold on to as another orgasm crashes through you.

“Spencer,” it comes out as a plea as you pulse around him.

A damning grunt escapes him and he breaks the kiss, throwing his head back as you tighten on his cock. That’s it for him, his thrusting falters and he pulls out of you, grabbing his cock and pumping it.

You say nothing but sink to the floor and take him in your mouth until his hot cum is coating the back of your throat. He braces himself on the table, the most delicious moans escaping him as you swallow everything he has.

He crouches down on the floor with you, your legs shaking too bad to stand back up. He pulls you into him and holds you close to his chest.

“When are we going to admit that this isn’t hate?” He murmurs and kisses your head.

[foxtricksterwriting]

Meeting Reimagined; Keith

Author's Note: It's been a while since I've written for Duality, even though I think about it a lot. And I'm back with a new MC, Tytus!

Tags: @dualityvn

Tytus sighs, annoyed by the cold rain pelting him harshly. As he jogs, he notices the flower shop he’s walked by everyday. He heads that way, figuring that the rain won’t let up for a while still. He dips into the shop and lets out a relieved breath. The floral air invades his nose while he looks around, making him hum in content. He jumps as a soft voice ahead of him says “Pretty bad weather today, huh?”

Tytus looks ahead at the counter, finding a tall blond man with blue eyes. The man gives him a shy and apologetic smile. “Hello, hi, sorry, I was in my head a bit. Yeah, the rain’s terrible right now,” he responds while giving an awkward laugh, “Is it okay if I stick around until the rain’s gone?”

“Oh, yes, that’d be fine. Feel free to look around while you’re here,” the blond cashier nods as he speaks. Tytus nods back, not giving him a second look. He scans the store, looking at the arrangements and other potted plants. After not finding what he’s looking for, he steps up to the counter. “Excuse me, do you have Bat Flowers?” He asks, scanning the cashier and finding his name card on a lanyard around his neck; Keith. 

“I’m sorry, we sold our last two this morning,” Keith says after a minute of thought and checking somethings. Tytus deflates a little, but desperately tries to rein in his reaction. “Oh, okay. Thank you,” He says. “We could take your number and call you when we get more?” Keith offers. “Ah, no thank you. I appreciate the offer though,” Tytus declines easily but he keeps talking, “but I would still like to get a plant. Do you have any recommendations? Preferably something that wouldn’t hurt a cat if it got eaten.” Keith lights up at the question.

“Of course! Spider plants, Echeveria succulents and Bird’s Nest Ferns are all pet friendly. Spider plants are actually notorious for being non toxic to animals. Boston Ferns are another option, but they're a little harder to care for,” Keith continues to explain how to care for each plant while pointing them out. Tytus watches him as he speaks, mesmerized by how outspoken he is. His passion would be obvious to even the most oblivious person. His whole body radiates joy and a bit of excitement. It’s a bit infectious, at least it is to Tytus. The green and black haired man can’t help but give the slightly shorter man his full attention. When Keith is done explaining, Tytus hums before saying, “I’ll go for the Spider Plant. You said they were over there, right?”

Keith nods and Tytus goes to retrieve it. As he carefully sets it on the counter, Keith asks, “Have you cared for any kind of plant before?”

“Yeah, actually. Mostly herbs and cat grass, though. I use the herbs when I’m cooking,” Tytus internally reminds himself to leave out any mentions of spells or potions. No telling how this guy would react, for now at least. He continues, “I used to have catnip, too, but my cat found and destroyed it when I wasn’t paying much attention. I haven’t had many plants that were there to just look nice.” Keith chuckles a little. As Tytus pays for his new spider plant, he notices that the rain has stopped. He looks back to Keith as he picks up the spindly plant. Before he even thinks to stop himself, he says, “Could I have your number?” Wait, fuck, shit SH--”Sorry, that was really sudden. You don’t have to agree to that.” He tacks that on, not sure if he’s already fucked up somehow.

The blond blushes as he registers the question, “Oh, I’m flattered!” His expression morphs quickly into one of sadness, “Don’t take this the wrong way. I think you’re very attractive and you seem like a nice person, but having my number isn’t a good idea.” Tytus’ brows knit together with confusion but he quickly shakes it off and nods. “That’s alright. Thank you for at least humoring me, and for helping me with the plant. Bye,” He says this as he walks towards the door while giving the blond a smile. He ducks out as suddenly as he came in.

Right as he starts walking home, a shiver crawls up his spine, tickling his neck and making him look around. He spares the shop window a glance, seeing Keith through it. He’s looking back at Tytus, but missing the polite smile. And something about his eyes seem……off. I don’t think they were like that before. He shakes it off and hurries away, content to get lost in his thoughts while minding his new plant buddy.

[daydreaming-en-pointe]

•·.· anywhere i want, just not home ·.·•

Pairing: Gwen Stacy x fem!Reader

Type: Angst (no comfort)

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: ‘Gwen’s universe dissolves’ AU (may not make much sense but anyway), reader is dead (dissolved along with her universe), use of Y/N (sparingly), some cussing, mentions of blood, descriptions of grief(?)

A/N: hehe I think I’m starting to enjoy killing off the reader in angsty stuff 😌 hey i may not be very good at writing angst but it’s fun to write :D

I think this is set before the events of ATSV or sometime during except there’s no Miles? Idek anymore 🤷‍♀️ whatever feels right to u ig!

So I just realised I didn’t mention her dad at all 😭 just uh pretend that she’s grieving for him too

Look at how my tears ricochet

And I can go anywhere I want

Anywhere I want, just not home

(my tears ricochet by Taylor Swift)

“It’ll only be for a few weeks, at the maximum.”

You were pacing in your bedroom, occasionally pausing to make sure that the girl sitting on your bed in her spider-suit still had enough ice to soothe the sting of her injuries.

“Gwen, I…” You shook your head, throwing your hands up in the air as words failed you - a result of the maelstrom of conflicting emotions whirling around in your head at the speed of light. “I don’t know what to say. Why? Why do you need to do this? You’re putting yourself in even more danger than usual!”

Gwen set the ice pack down on your bedside table, reaching her hand out silently toward you. You sighed and took it, squeezing her fingers gently as you sat across from her and felt the mattress dip slightly under you as you got comfortable.

“Trust me, sweetheart, I don’t like this any more than you do. But Miguel said that this mission’s important and he needs all the help he can get. This anomaly is one of the most dangerous ones so we’ve ever seen so far, we can’t let it run rampant. You understand what I’m saying, right?”

You bit your lip in thought, feeling small tears prick at the corners of your eyes as she leaned over to gently tug your lip away from your teeth to stop you worrying at the skin. Your mind seemed to be spinning in lopsided circles like a broken ballet dancer; like the music box Gwen used to have before she accidentally shattered it one day while sneaking back into her room as Spider-Woman.

“I’m going to be honest with you. I’m terrified. I don’t want you to…” You vaguely gestured with your hands in front of you, catching yourself before you could say the word ‘die’ as if it could somehow jinx it and make it come true. Gwen gave you a small, reassuring smile and leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to your lips.

“I know. I know, sweets. I won’t. I’ll be fine.”

“You can’t promise that,” You mumbled under your breath, folding into her and burying your face in the junction between her neck and shoulder.

Gwen exhaled softly, rubbing your back in the most soothing way she could so that her own uncertainty couldn’t slip through the cracks of her calm façade.

“Hey, don’t think like that. Tell you what, take this. It’ll remind you of me while I’m gone, and then when I come back we’ll order in whatever junk food we want and we’ll cuddle and watch movies, okay?” She reached down into her backpack that lay sideways on the floor and took out two bracelets. Your eyes flitted toward the bracelets and you took in a surprised inhale.

“You kept them?”

“Of course I did. They’re beautiful, like everything you make for me.”

She gave you a grin as she slipped one of the bracelets over your wrist. You examined it - smooth, round crystal beads with your name spelled out in mismatched word beads of different colours.

You remembered the day you had made them, sitting on the ground in the park with your legs crossed and Gwen’s head resting comfortably in your lap as she watched you string together the beads. Giggling and talking and just enjoying each other’s company.

Now that could possibly be the last time that happened. Because despite Gwen’s well-meaning promises and reassurances, you knew. You knew she was struggling to keep herself together, and all you wanted to do was pull her close and never let her go - hell, you would gladly go beat up whoever this Miguel O’Hara was if it meant your girl could stay with you, stay out of harm’s way.

But that wasn’t possible. And she wouldn’t want it either. She didn’t ask to get bitten by a radioactive spider and become a superhero; she just had to make the most of the cards she was dealt.

“Y/N?”

You blinked, bringing yourself out of your thoughts. “Yeah, sorry. What were you saying?”

Gwen tilted her head to the side, resting her eyes on your wrist before reaching out to slip the bracelet off. You watched her curiously as she slipped the bracelet that had her own name onto your wrist, taking the bracelet with your name and nestling it right next to her multidimensional watch.

“There. Now whenever you miss me, just look at that.” She leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead, clinking your bracelets together with a smile. “Goodbye, my love. I’ll see you soon.”

“Bye, sweetheart.” You watched her zip up her backpack and put on her mask, leaping onto your windowsill and pushing the window open. Right before she tensed herself to leap out, she paused, turning to look at you. Her mask was on, but you could read her expression behind the fabric easily. She gave you a smile, the corners of the mask’s eyes scrunching slightly.

“This isn’t a permanent goodbye, not by a long shot. I love you. I’ll see you again, I promise. And when I do I’m going to give you the biggest bear hug you’ve ever had in your life.”

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She never did.

Never got the chance to fulfill that promise.

She had gotten the news right after finally capturing the anomaly they had been chasing for more than three weeks. She was lying utterly exhausted on a park bench, Pav leaning on her with his eyes closed as they both waited for Hobie to punch in the coordinates for the Spider-Society HQ.

She remembered hearing the little ping that usually accompanied a message from HQ, the way he had momentarily frozen in shock, his border going black and white. She remembered sitting up, ignoring Pav’s grumbles and asking what had happened, because Hobie’s ever-changing border pausing in a monochrome filter was never a good sign.

She remembered him visibly struggling to grasp at words that would soften the blow, finally realizing that he couldn’t, in any way, sugarcoat it.

“I don’t know ‘ow to say this, but uh… another ultra-powerful anomaly fell into the city an’ managed to glitch itself so badly in the process tha’ it caused a dimensional tear in the multiverse an’… your universe dissolved, Gwendy. ‘M so sorry... listen, if you need anyth-”

She didn’t hear anything more after that, didn’t hear or feel Pav’s sharp inhale and Hobie gently squeezing her shoulder; instead she focused her gaze on the bracelet on her wrist, trying to push back against the dark spots threatening to bleed into the corners of her vision like pesky, taunting watercolours.

Bullshit. That had to be false, right? There was no way…

——————

Gwen would’ve given anything for Hobie to have gotten it wrong.

But, in some strange way, she could sense that he was right. Something missing, like a family photo which had been accidentally ripped in half. A rose with half its petals missing.

Red roses, red blood. Blood that was on no one’s hands, really, but felt like it had dried on hers. Her fault, even though the causes were so much bigger than her.

She had been cleaning out her stuff, trying her best to organize her somehow even messier side of Hobie’s canal boat when a small bracelet, nestled under pins and papers and god knows what else, had fallen onto the ground with a soft clink.

It was a miracle it didn’t break, honestly, which would have been cruel but oddly fitting.

She knelt to pick it up, freezing the moment her gaze passed over it. She picked it up gingerly, smoothing her fingers over the beads, her lips forming the word spelled out in beads on the bracelet.

“Y/N.”

At that one word, a dam burst and brought forth months of stubborn denial, steady grief, and then slow acceptance. Gwen braced her back against the wall, silent sobs wracking her body and making her shoulders heave with the force of them.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I… I should’ve been there, I might have been able to do something, or at the very least… I could’ve been there with you.”

She let her forehead drop to rest on her knees, drawing into herself. “I miss you. So, so much… nothing’s the same. Hobie’s looking out for me, but… there’s only so much he can help with. Nothing seems all that happy anymore… everyday I get up and ask myself ‘why doesn’t the sun shine as bright anymore?’ ‘Why aren’t the flowers as beautiful as they used to be?’ ‘Where did all the colour go?’ And then I remember that you’re not here with me.”

Gwen held the bracelet up to the light, letting its colours - so carefully picked out by a loving hand all those months ago - shine as tears blurred her vision and fell like crystals slipping from a shaky chandelier that should’ve broken a while ago, for its own sake.

“I want to go home,” She confessed to the bracelet quietly; the empathetic ear of someone she wished - no, hoped - was listening from the other side of the fragile border between life and death. “I miss the café we used to go to, right after I had band practise. I miss our little dates in the park. I miss seeing you in the front row of all our band’s shows. You were so supportive, weren’t you? Always showing up early, cheering your lungs out, then staying late so you could be the first to hug me. Without fail.”

God, how she missed your hugs. They were ones that she could melt into; surrender herself completely without having to offer anything in return. Ones she could fold herself into while your arms wrapped around her shoulders and squeezed gently, soothing enough for her to relax and sink into the comfort of your presence. You felt like a pair of noise-cancelling headphones and a warm blanket to her - somewhere where she could let down any walls she had built around herself, tune out the world and just listen to your voice.

To her, you felt like home.

And oh, how she wanted to go home.

@l0starl @therealloopylupin2099 @hobiebrownismygod

[poly-yandere-lovers]

Soma x Enma: Carving

WARNINGS: Knife play, blood, stabbing, degrading, hair pulling, impact play

Enma's knee bounces in annoyance as Soma rubs his cheek against their leg. "Soma," They growl out his name in warning. "Enma, please!! I need you!!" He whines, scooching closer. He stops when his crotch ends up right above eir foot. Enma sighs and snaps at him, "You disgustingly needy fool." They grab his ponytail and stands from eir chair. Ei yank him away from their desk, making him yelp. "I'll give you the attention you so crave, you filthy slut," Enma glares down at Soma as they speak. He just smiles dopily up at eir.

Ei throw him down to the ground, "Remove your clothes, now." Soma trips over himself to take off his clothes, revealing his drooling pussy. Scars litter his body along with a handful of thin, fresh cuts. "You truly can't control yourself, can you?" Enma asks, slightly amused. "Never~" Soma answers with a giddy smile. Enma slaps him, making him whimper sweetly. "Do not speak until you are permitted, pest," Ei scold. He nods, biting at his lips and wiggling in his spot. "Stay," Enma instructs, pointing down at him. Soma nods frantically. Ei swiftly leave, their bare feet padding softly on the hardwood. He whimpers like a wounded puppy, but stays put.

Seconds later Enma returns with a sharpened knife. They approach Soma and grab his chin, angling it upward. His mismatched eyes gleam with excitement. Ei hold the blade to his throat and watch as he swallows down a accumulation of his saliva. Enma presses the knife into Soma gently, then whips away, leaving behind a small cut. He whimpers again. "If I cut deeper, I could kill you. I still need you, so you can not die yet," Ei explain. Soma still pouts but doesn't try to argue. "Good," Enma pats his head.

Ei reposition the knife, aiming at his shoulder. Without any warning or decorum, ei press the tip into the flesh. A thin trickle of blood rolls down his arm. They withdraw it and kneel in front of the taller man. It makes him sit up straighter. Enma stabs into Soma's thigh roughly, causing him to gasp. They slam his mouth shut with a barely audible clack. "Silence, remember?" Enma reminds him, twisting the knife harshly. Ei carve through the tissue and muscle, connecting several cuts along the way. When ei pull it out, the wound gushes blood. They bring the knife to their lips and licks some of the blood from it.

"Even your blood is disgusting, you know that, Soma?"

[kindred-spirit-93]

*succinct & eloquent opening line. maybe a clever joke or quote* :D

do you ever sit there and contemplate your life choices after like a certain experience or a talk with a loved one?

do you ever come across a quote or a piece that seems like it was written for you in this particular moment in time? an anecdote that mirrors your current situation perhaps?

well im currently going through it & after a double whammy of mama lore TM during some resurfacing anxious & assorted crises, i dont even know what im going through anymore. but we shared a really sweet heart to heart and reminisced over good and less good times aw!

i am reminded that there is still much to life, light to be sought and found, good times yet to be had. its bittersweet. its mature. its scary? its like coming to terms with your mortality but on a smaller scale. or bigger whos to say...

i wont be venting anything, i think for now at least im content to vague post lmao. also my dad bought me some stress eating treats so i might need to go wallow in my feels for a bit

after i jinxed myself by saying im going on hiatus but failing to stay off the website lol (i had moot withdrawl symptoms sue me), i wont be repeating the same mistake, but with context clues i trust u can see where im going with this

it might sound presumptious to state so confidently that this next month of my life will be the hardest in my career, especially since im not even half way there yet, but the truth of the matter is that it is.

ive been struggling for well over a year now (mostly academically) and im both succeeding in places i didnt before (alhamdulillah!) but failing in the exact same places elsewhere. guys i may have anxiety lol

self fulfilling prophecies, nocebo effect, whatever it is & regardless of what you want to call it, its rough. its hard. im tired. theres still so much left and im tired. i shouldnt be this tired. or this empty. or careless. what have i let myself become? why am i punishing myself still?

this coming month will dictate the rest of my future and ill have no one to blame but myself if i let the opportunity slip through my fingers. but if all goes well inshallah i can put this all behind me and start anew so theres that silver lining :D

i kinda lost direction of this post about half an hour ago lol. my point is im going to try harder at balancing several life aspects bc i really cant put it off any more. i need to establish balance because ive been out of the loop for too long now. *shudders in python*

anyways there are plenty of things i have to work on, both in my studies and life, so i have that going for me *party kazoo noises*

id love to grace you all with some wise words or a life lesson or something but i dont have a neat one liner to sum up anything. despite that im writing this because sometimes letting thoughts float in my head isnt enough, i need to articulate and write it out because to let them roam in the vast expanses of my mind under the pretense that i achieved something is frankly silly as it is counterproductive.

a n y w a y , to anyone and everyone reading take care of yourselves and your loved ones. i wish everyone the best in life and in their endeavours. i will probably pop back in every now and again to catch up on messages and make sure everyone is alive and nothing burned down. i will however attempt to exert self control. (key word: attempt)

aight imma head out before i get too emotional or combust with the need to say something stupid like i love you be more unserious XD

[daisynik7]

Nanami is super into fucking you with his watch on. 

He’ll strip himself completely nude except for his wrist, his fingers massaging your puffy clit until you’re whining against him, already on the brink of an orgasm just from that. He checks the minute hand on his watch, taking a mental note on when you first climax. It’s a fun little challenge he sets for himself: how many times can he make you come within fifteen minutes? Half an hour? A full hour? Sometimes, he takes guesses, and most of the time, he’s right. And when he's wrong, it’s because he makes you come more than he expects you to. Tonight is one of those times. 

He's relentless with his fingers, stroking your pussy up and down, in and out, coated in your arousal. He loves playing with your swollen bud, flicking it until you’re squirming from overstimulation. The slick that gushes out of you is so pretty, all shiny and glossy for him. So inviting for a taste. But no; he’ll resist until he can make you come once more from his fingers. Get you completely soaked so it’s juicy for his mouth. He knows just how much you love coming with his soft lips puckered around your clit, his tongue lapping at your greedy cunt, gaping and desperate to be filled with his cock. By the time thirty minutes pass, you’ve come twice from his fingers, and thrice from his mouth, eating you out sloppily until your limbs feel shaky, body spent but still so needy for him. 

When he finally puts his dick inside you, he uses his watch for another purpose: to edge you so that you can fucking squirt all over him. He pounds into your tight pussy from behind, slamming his hips against your ass, marveling at the way it jiggles with each thrust. You’re moaning from the pleasure, completely fucked out. You want to come again so badly, but he won’t let you. “Not yet,” he growls, turning his wrist to inspect the time. “Be a good girl for ten more minutes, okay? Hold it for me sweetheart. I know you can do it.”

And of course you will, because he’s so encouraging, so sweet, so fucking big inside you, filling you to the brim. When the ten minutes is almost up, he reaches around you, toying with your sensitive clit. You whine, twitching from the sensation, head buried into the pillow, damp with sweat and drool. He leans over you, breath hot on your ear, whispering, “That’s it, honey. Let it all out for me. Make a fucking mess.” 

So you do, spraying him in your juices, spilling onto the sheets below you. He absolutely loves it, seeing you so filthy like this. It’s just what he needs to reach his own orgasm, the one he’s been building up since an hour ago, continuously on the brink ever since your first climax. He comes inside you, stuffing you full of his creamy load only to watch it dribble out slowly as soon as he pulls out. 

His watch is soaked in your essence, but that’s alright. In fact, it’s exactly what he wanted. 

[newrochellechallenger2019]

line cook!art who makes you hold his cigarette while he's fucking you because it's 'easier'... hmmm........ hm....................

ava i could kiss you right now...thank you...

a ticket.

"your place or mine?" scrawled on the back of table 49's order in his familiar handwriting. you'd been wondering when this 'invitation' would appear, ever since you'd caught art's eye as he leaned on the doorframe of the kitchen, his arm muscles flexed. you'd heard the rumours, the warnings from other servers when you'd started, "don't ever sleep with the line cooks!" "are you crazy? it'll fuck up the whole job!" but art was different from the other line cooks, he wasn't some constantly hungover teenager or the 50yr old man who you were 99% sure sold drugs on the side. so, you started rolling up your skirts just a little higher, leaning over the counter just enough that your boobs pushed up in the right way and it worked. art noticed, and he reciprocated, leaving you leftover fries or hashbrowns on the side of the kitchen, for which you were incredibly grateful.

"yours" you scribble back hastily with a smile on your face, walking back to the kitchen, making some excuse about forgotten items on the ticket to the other servers eyeing you suspiciously as you pass by, handing the order back to art, who just offers a small, innocuous nod in response.

art's waiting for you when you clock out, leaning against a car that must be older than either of you, arms folded across his chest in a way that makes the muscles bulge yet again and you fight the urge to giggle like a schoolgirl at the sight. your eyes drift back to the car to distract yourself, noting the dented wing mirror and scratched doors.

'grandma's.' he offers as a curt response to his old car before you even open your mouth to ask.

you nod awkwardly, 'how is she?' you say out of bumbling politeness.

'she died.' he shrugs, though you note the flicker of grief in his eyes when he says it.

'i'm sorry.' you mumble sympathetically, holding his gentle gaze.

art looks away from you at that, running his hand through his unkempt hair and opening the passenger door. you take the hint and scurry over, slipping into the seat and he winks at you as he shuts the door, back to the art you knew.

he walked round and got in the driver's seat, the car spluttered to life and he put his arm round your headrest to see if he could pull out safely and you blush, unbeknownst to you he spots the pink dusting your cheeks and smirks.

the journey to his place is fairly silent and outside your window the bustling city centre is slowly fading into downtown, the streets getting quieter and more deprived. art's humming beside you, tapping his calloused fingers against the steering wheel in tune to some rock band cd you don't know.

pulling into a backstreet, an apartment building slowly comes into view as art parks deftly, car creaking slightly as he does. he gets out the car and comes round to open your door, and you step out, his arm going round your waist protectively as he ushers you into the building.

'elevator broke weeks ago' he mutters, shaking his head in disappointment as you glance at the taped up silver doors and back at the steep staircase. art seemed to realise your fear and nudged you playfully, 'don't worry baby, i'm only on the first floor.'

baby. that pet name sent shivers down you spine and you struggled to keep your composure as you nodded in acknowledgement before the two of you climbed the stairs, his arm encircling your waist even tighter.

'welcome...' art grins as he turns his jangling keys in the lock, '...to Casa Donaldson' he jokes, stepping inside the apartment with his arms outstretched.

it was crappy, no other way to describe it. a dimly lit studio apartment with a few standard kitchen counters on your left, a minuscule bathroom to your right and just beyond the kitchen island is his bed, the bed. you're surprised it even has a bedframe based on how bare the rest of the place is.

art steps back towards you, cutting the impromptu judgemental tour in your head short. he's taller but not by much, just enough for him to tilt your chin to face him, a flirtatious smirk on his face as he looks you up and down. 'now...where were we?' he leans down, blue-green eyes closing as he press his lips to your supple ones.

you gasp into the kiss, melting into the feeling as he pulls you closer, your bodies moulding into one. at some point the kisses grow hungry, tongues colliding between parted mouths, and your back hits the door as art cages you in. 'you're so hot baby' he murmurs between hot kisses, fingers unbuttoning your white work blouse. 'c'mon doll show me those pretty tits of yours' he growls against your neck, his hands snaking down to your bra and pushing your chest up and you whine. 'you like showing these off huh? tryna get my attention that badly?' he taunts as he unclips your bra, 'mmph...yes...' you pant, your hands roaming all over his body desperately.

'well...you've got it' he grunts, his hands slipping under your thighs and lifting you so you have no choice but to wrap your legs around his waist, feeling the bulge in his trousers start to grow. he drops you unceremoniously on the bed, lifting your hips to slide your work skirt off and reveal your lacy panties. 'wearing these for me too?' he teases with a devilish smirk, finger slowly running up the fabric and you squirm, 'art-'. wordlessly, he slides the panties off your legs and tosses them onto the wooden floors of his apartment, his own trousers and boxers following suit. he leans back down and captures your lips in a ravenous sloppy kiss, before pulling away. 'c'mere doll' he says, crooking a finger and you sit up, surprised. 'here.' he repeats, patting his lap, his cock standing to attention.

you shuffle over towards his lap under his watchful eye, and he grips your hips, lifting you onto his cock. you feel the tip start to penetrate you and you squeak, 'that's it...' he purrs encouragingly as you sick down on his cock. it's big and you can feel it stretching your walls and you moan, 'ngh- oh-' until you bottom out and art groans, throwing his head back, 'fuck...yep...good girl...' he says through gritted teeth. your brain short circuits at 'good girl' but you remember something about coconut so you slowly start to move on his lap and art's breath comes in short pants, hands gripping your hips so hard you know they'll be marks left there tomorrow.

however, it doesn't take long before art starts to get bored, your movements not creating any stimulation for him. he reaches down and grabs a cigarette from the jacket crumpled on the floor beside the bed and you still, 'did i-?' 'one sec baby' he interrupts you, thumb flicking at a lighter as the cigarette catches flame, he takes a long drag and breathes out a plume of smoke whilst you stare at him in shock. 'could you hold this for me doll?' he smirks, slipping the cigarette between your teeth and you cough in surprise, smoke spluttering from your mouth. 'thank you' he pats your cheek mockingly before his hands return to your hips, 'now...baby...may i help? he croons and you nod dumbly.

art starts to lift his hips up into you and you gasp, his tip hitting your gspot roughly, 'mm-ngh-' comes art's moans as you flop around like a ragdoll in his lap as he repeatedly rams into that spot that makes you see stars from below. 'oh! oh!' you shriek, as art leans in and takes the cigarette from your mouth with his own, inhaling smoke with pleasure. you clench around him and he moans, 'oh baby-hughh- that's- yeah-' as he feels himself nearing release. his lifting hips become more erratic as he continues to pump into you, 'i'm- uh- fuck- i'm gonna-' is all he can manage before he's shooting his load into your tight pussy and you gasp, eyes wide as you feel his seed fill you and that action is enough to cause you to clench around him, 'art please- please-' you burble as you cum on his cock, draining ever last drop from him as your juices swirl with his own. you rest your head on his shoulder as you come down from the high, both of you panting in unision. 'please tell me you're on birth control' he pants and you nod meekly, 'oh thank god' he murmurs, slowly helping you off his cock and into the bathroom, seeing your own slick coating your thighs and smirking with pride.

you're awoken the next morning by an empty space beside you and the sound of cooking. you open one bleary eye and see art stood at the kitchen island. he winks at you 'and here i thought i'd killed you with my mega cock' he laughs and you groan, turning your face away and hiding in the sheets in shame. there's a creak as he sits down on the bed beside you and holds out a plate, 'grilled cheese?'.

tags: @blastzachilles @s0ftcobra @femme-lusts @glennussy @cha11engers @stanart4clearskin

[himbo-kuto]

idol!reader x pilot!caleb 

plot: your performing a song with some suggestive lyrics to hundreds and thousands of people 👀

caleb | rafayel | zayne | sylus | xavier 

“linkon stadium!” 

the sudden eruption of cheers from thousands of people in front of you made your heart warm. you had just finished your costume change for your secret stage that you switched up at every location and you were giddy with anticipation. it was a frilly green two piece that didn’t leave much room for imagination. 

caleb had asked you a billion times on what the song was since you told him all the others but you kept it under lock and key knowing that you were essentially dedicating this stage to him. 

“for the last time, no caleb! i’m not telling you!” you scolded as you propped your phone up on the bathroom mirror during your routine video call. you finished off your skin care routine with a lip mask, cleaning up the corners with your finger before looking right at the camera.   “but just know, that stage is dedicated to you.” he groaned in response, covering his now blushing cheeks with his hand.  “you’re going to be the death of me, pipsqueak.”

you knew it was rough on him as you were traveling the world and even though he was a pilot, you two rarely found yourselves in the same place but today you knew that caleb was coming and you couldn’t wait to be in his arms once again. 

you looked out to the audience to the section that your management had blocked off for your friends and family and if your eyes were correct, you could see him right in the middle wearing some light up headband with your name on it. 

“i feel blessed to be able to finish out my tour in my home town with my friends, family and partner out here in the audience tonight” another wave of cheers came through from your fans, and maybe you were crazy, but you thought you heard caleb’s scream as clear as day. you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your lips as you began to get into places for the beginning of the song.

“you have all have given me so much of your time and energy– i want to make sure we keep it up until the very end, what do you say?” you held your hand up to ear, and the microphone out to the audience.

“if you know the words to this song, i want you to sing them as loud as you can with me alright?” the lights dimmed, the crowd once again screamed at the top of their lungs in anticipation before the first few notes from sabrina carpenter’s nonsense started playing over the speakers. you read the conspiracies on what your fans thought your stage was going to be. you were proud in knowing that none of them guessed this song, leaving everyone in shock. especially the person whose reaction you anticipated the most. you secretly texted tara before heading on stage, asking her to record caleb’s reaction and she quickly obliged.

only a few lines into the first verse, you and your dancers could feel the energy of the audience as the lyrics could be heard loud and clear. you wanted to give them a good send off before you took a long break to recuperate and you were glad they were vibing along with you. 

I'm talkin' all around clock I'm talkin' hope nobody knocks I'm talkin' opposite of soft I'm talkin' wild, wild thoughts

on caleb’s end he was thankful to whatever god above that the venue was dimly lit because his whole neck and face were bright red. there you were, looking right at the camera that plastered your face on the big screens with your hair perfectly done and your makeup all sparkly. you looked immaculate and he was blown away. sure, he’s seen you perform– heck he’s watched every single one of your performances even the more suggestive ones. but he knew you chose this song with those lyrics intentionally and the fact that he could only stand there and watch from afar is what killed him. he didn’t even notice tara laughing out loud as she captured his reaction to the chorus, flashing back and forth from the big screens with your face to your tomato of a boyfriend.

he was rendered speechless and all he could do was absent mindedly clap along to the song, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. a sudden burst of screams broke caleb out of his trance. he watched as you reached out to a fan that was close to the stage and put on a pilot’s hat. you couldn’t even contain yourself at how perfect the timing was and laughed as you continued to sing the lyrics.

that man was done for. he loved seeing you in his uniform, whether it was his hat or jacket he would go weak at the knees, wanting to take as many pictures as possible (he was definitely going on to social media later and download all your concert pics) he couldn’t help but laugh as well seeing how much fun you were having up there. yeah it was hard being away from you for extended periods of time, but seeing you perform was always worth it. he was planning on giving you an ear full but maybe now there wasn’t going to be much talking. you were nearing the end of the song where different adlibs could be sung depending on the situation.

This song catchier than chickenpox is I bet your house is where my other sock is

you held the brim of your hat, with a flirty look on your face as you tried to hold your composure as you sang your practiced adlibs. 

He’s my pilot, i’ll meet him in the cockpit Mile High Club, can you keep a secret?

you gave a salute as your ending fairy, giving a knowing laugh as your boyfriend has most likely passed out on the floor. 

“thank you linkon, i’ll keep this night in my heart forever!” 

—

bonus:

“babe that’s literally the 20th time you’ve watched that clip– i’m right here” he couldn’t hear you as he kept replaying a video a fan took of the ending adlibs. he had surely given you a stern “talking to” when you were able to make it back to your house. he laid there freshly showered after doing all the things that were listed out in that song– you might add. smiling like an idiot at his phone as you made your way back into his embrace. you watched as he continued to scroll through more videos from your concert.

he put his phone down as he held you closer. you buried your face into his neck, closing your eyes as you inhaled deeply. you missed him dearly and it was good to be back. 

“we haven’t even had sex in my plane– are you trying to tell me something?” your eyes shot open as you landed a square slap right on his chest. 

“CALEB–” he laughed out loud as he held his hands up in defense. 

“you’re the one who said it pipsqueak, not me!” you bit his arm before making your way back into his neck. 

“would you rather have me say ‘that autopilot got me boun–’” the rest of your sentence was muffled as he covered your mouth. 

“shhh…. the world doesn’t need to know that much.”

[bbyg4rl]

hi babes! was scrolling through your blog and saw the post about dry humping bsf!jj and so i was wondering if you could pretty please write a little blurb about that? (also, subby jj pls, i really fucking love me some subby jj)

cw: smut !! bsf!jj x reader, public, dom!reader x sub!jj, dry humping, slight humiliation kink, jj cums in his pants.

Maybe it was the smell of the bonfire and the alcohol settling in your stomach, the friendly way you were sitting on his lap, or maybe even the way your panties stuck to you just by being in his presence that made you do it... It started off innocent, just little squirms so you could sit comfortably, little squirms that made his breath hitch and blood rush down.

It wasn’t so innocent anymore. It was pitiful, really. The way JJ's hands kept fluttering against your hips everytime you moved your ass against him, wanting to grab, wanting to beg—but not daring to move.

You kept laughing with the pogues like nothing was wrong, swinging your legs, sipping your drink. Meanwhile, his jeans were getting painfully tight, his whole body stiff under you, breaths short and desperate against your neck.

You felt him nudge his nose into your hair, voice breaking when he whispered, "Please, I can't—gonna cum in my fuckin' pants if you don't stop, please—" His voice cracked on the last word, a little whimper punching out of his chest before he could catch it.

His hands were shaking, clenching uselessly in the sand behind you to keep from grabbing you and humping like an animal in front of everyone. You shifted again, slower than before, devastatingly slow, and JJ let out the softest, most broken little gasp.

"Fuck—" he sobbed under his breath, forehead falling against your shoulder like he physically couldn’t hold himself up anymore.

"Please, mama, you're killin' me—" His voice was all wet and wrecked, thick with tears, frantic little pleas spilling against your skin like he couldn’t even think straight anymore. "I'll do anything, swear to god. You want me on my knees? Wanna watch me cum in my pants in front of everyone here? I will—fuck, just please go faster—"

You smiled sweetly, tilting your head like you were considering it. Then ground your hips down hard, just once, deliberate. JJ choked on a moan, a real, humiliating little noise that made Sarah throw a short glance at you suspiciously.

Another slow roll of your hips and he whimpered, his eyes shooting shut. Hands fisting into your hoodie like he could anchor himself there, but it was useless. You felt him tremble behind you, the stutter of his chest against your back. And then he choked out, like he was about to cry. "Mama, please, please—I'll cum in my fuckin' pants—I'm so close.."

You stayed perfectly still. You didn’t even look at him.

His forehead dropped against your shoulder, his body curling around yours like he was trying to hide how much he was shaking. "I'll do anything, anything you want," he begged, voice cracking, "I'll be so good for you, baby, just—fuck, just please—"

Another desperate little whine punched out of him when you shifted just a tiny bit again, a cruel little drag of your ass right over his cock. You finally feel him break behind you. His whines slurring together, desperate and panicked, like he couldn’t control his mouth anymore.

He pawed at your hoodie again, just barely catching your wrist as his hips pathetically twitched under you, cumming in his pants with a hopeless, wrecked moan.

You finally turn to look at him, he looks back at you with needy, glassy eyes, eyes that were still pleading you to touch him, even if it meant humiliating him in front of his friends again.

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[commanderhearteyes-r]

nat x reader with a combo of 2, 12, and 23? (nat directing those at reader)

This one 🤭 good one, good one. I enjoyed this hehe. Apologies for any errors I’m road-tripping rn lol.

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A Student Is Only As Good As Her Teacher

Natalie x fem!r

Prompts: 2. “you’ve really never touched yourself?” 12. “does that feel good?” 23. “do you want me to teach you how?”

Warnings for: pwp, 18+ only

Truth or Dare was truthfully not your favorite game, but you guys were having a team bonding party. It had started out at Jackie’s place, but once word had gotten out about the Friday night gathering it had quickly been moved to Lottie’s house so more and more people could pile in. The booze was flowing through your veins so you were honest when Misty asked you, “have your parents ever walked in on you masterbating?”

You shook your head no, “nope,” with an exaggerated lip pop. “I’ve never done it so it’d hard for anyone to walk in on me doing it.” You see all of the heads from the girls that had not been paying much attention previously whip to you. Suddenly your honesty feels like it was too honest, “I just, ya know, don’t like know what’s going on down there or whatever, really.”

Natalie scoffs at that, you look at her with your innocent eyes and she can tell you’re not lying. She suddenly feels a surge of emotion and feels bad, to make up for it she shrugs and says, “nah not everybody is super experienced, ya know? It’s cool y/n. All good.” Natalie tips her drink back and swallows the last few warm sips, “I need a pee break, anyone wanna walk me? Y/n?” She stands and brushes off the non-existent dust from her pants.

You look around at the team before deciding that if you were picked as the designated bathroom buddy you better tag along. Giving Nat a smile you stand, “yeah I’ll come with you Nat.”

The two of you wade through the thick crowd of sweaty bodies and Nat reaches back for your hand so you stay close. She turns her head around to make sure you’re still there and you squeeze her hand. She pushes the masses and eventually you see the stairs come into view, confused you say, “Nat I thought we were supposed to use the bathrooms down here?”

“It’s all good, Lot told me I’m good to use hers. Come on,” she nods up the stairs. You’ve never been, it’s not that you and Lottie aren’t close exactly but you’ve always just hung out together as a group downstairs.

You give a reluctant smile, “okay.” As you trail up the stairs with your hands still intertwined, you smell what must be Natalie’s perfume or cologne, it’s a deep woodsy scent and you feel a sense of calm come over you about following her.

Lottie’s room is a sprawling display of her families wealth, it encapsulates her own personality but you can tell without the money she wouldn’t own half of the things inside the room. And the bed is ginormous, you give a giggle as you sit down on the mattress and wait for Natalie to finish in the en-suite bathroom.

With the sound of the door opening you let your head back fall towards Natalie’s direction, done looking around Lottie’s room, “ready to go back down?”

Natalie tucks her fingers into her jean pockets and hums as she digs around for something, “I was actually gonna ask if you wanted me to smoke you up, I have a few pre-rolls.” Her fingers find the prize and she whips out her plastic bag showing you, she looks so proud of her stash. “I just saw you smoke with Jack the other day and this is usually where I smoke so… since we’re here I might as well ask.”

You lean back on Lottie’s bed and rest your palms flat on the comforter. You probably shouldn’t, you really were fucked up already. But Nat’s weed is probably good and if you wanted to get closer to her this is your chance, the season is just starting and now you have an in. You nod and smile, “I would love to smoke with you Nat. Thank you.”

She claps and comes to sit next to you, she pushes her hair out of her face as she slips her shoes off of each foot. She’s adorable. “Okay so Lot just asks that we use the ash tray, which I’ll grabbbbb.” She tells you as she reaches for the tray on the side table. Natalie then flicks her gaze to you, admiring you it seems. You did feel cute tonight, but you weren’t wearing anything crazy it was just supposed to be a team party. But your hair was lying nice and you smelled like your shower gel and your signature scent. It looked like Nat liked those things as well, you weren’t sure if Nat liked girls but you were sure that she had at least kissed one or two from seeing it happen first hand. Needless to say you had a little crush on the girl that was sporting a dark eye look, baggy jeans and a white shirt. Her leather jacket had been discarded down stairs, but that was a crowd pleaser always. You both break the silence with a quick throat clear and Natalie reaches in her plastic sandwich bag to grab a beautiful little pre-roll. She takes her lighter and you watch the flame ignite and catch the leaves and paper on fire, it turns into a slow red pulse as the lighter flicks off. “Here, shits pretty strong.” Nat says, strained through a lung full of smoke after a deep inhale.

You focus and reach forward to take your turn, “thanks,” you mumble. As you inhale a slow smile spreads across Nat’s face, confused you inhale and ask, “what’s up?”

“Have you really never touched yourself? I didn’t mean to be a dick in front of everybody.” A hand brushes yours gently taking the lit joint back in its possession.

A warm heat creeps up your cheeks, this is just Nat. You look down at your lap and sit forward slightly. “Uh no, I tried once or twice, but it made me feel like weird. And it’s all wet and like I literally had no idea what to do.”

Natalie gives you a soft giggle, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I swear I am not laughing at you. It’s just like no one knows what to do at first, you gotta fuck around and figure out what you like and start going from there ya know?”

You consider her words - watching as her lips wrap around the white cylindrical wrapping, you swallow and give her a little mhm. “I guess you’re right, it’s not that I don’t get turned on or anything. I just feel like it’s out of my depth.” She exhales and you feel the smoke rush over your face.

“Here, your turn. Do you want me to teach you how?” The words slip out of her mouth like honey, her raspy voice sounds so sure. Your eyes track her, she leans down to lay on her side and she pushes your hand towards your mouth. “Take a hit.” You do. Breathe, she’s just a girl. She’s just Natalie. Suddenly that idea sounds so intriguing. You release your lungs and exhale.

The head rush caused by your thoughts racing has you dizzy so you hand Nat back her weed, “yeah. Yeah I want you to show me.” Natalie bites her lip and falls flat on her back before taking a drag. Her feet are waving back and forth, she’s just a girl too. She’s excited, no need to be nervous.

Nat offers you a turn and you decline, she stubs the end out on Lottie’s tray. “I’ll save the rest for later. Do you wanna talk about this? Or do you trust me? I’ll take it so slow and only do what you’re comfortable with.”

You pull your legs up to your chest and wrap your arms around them tucking your chin in your arms, “um I don’t know. I don’t know how any of this works. But… I do trust you Nat. Do I have to be liked - naked?” Your last question is asked with an air of unease and she puts a hand on your knee and shakes her head.

“You can be however you want, I just figured no pants would at least be more comfortable. It’s up to you though I can work with whatever.” She is so sweet, she’s gentle and her eyes are screaming please don’t change your mind.

“Um no pants is probably good, maybe underwear at first though.” Nat nods.

“Lean back, I’ll take them off for you. Relax.” She makes quick work of your button and your zipper, she looks up and makes eye contact before telling you to lift your hips so she can drag your pants down below your butt. You lift and your can feel her fingertips brushing skin as the pants leave your waist, Natalie is really about to touch your vagina. This is insane, she asked to do it!!! What is your life?! “Come here.” She tells you as she pulls your legs over hers and settles them behind her hips. The two of you are facing each other both sitting on the bed and your underwear clad self is sitting legs spread for her, you’re face to face with the pretty girl now. “Are you doing okay?” She asks as she runs her thumbs over your hips.

Mhm, the noise is weak. But your heart is pounding, you’re so fucking nervous. Maybe a kiss would calm your nerves, or maybe make it worse. Oh god. Fuck it. “Can I kiss you?” Makes it past your lips, you swallow while waiting for an answer.

A hand leaves your hip and makes its home on your cheek, her eyes bore into yours. “You can kiss me whenever you want. You don’t have to ask.”

“Fuck.”

“You’re cute.” Natalie giggles before pulling your lips to hers. Oh they’re so soft. You’ve stared at them before, but your imagination is nothing like feeling them on yours. You can smell the scent of the weed from both of you, but it’s mixed with the smell of your mint chapstick. Nat keeps the kisses light, but it’s sending the signals in your brain haywire.

Your thighs go to clench and it only serves to pull Nat in more, her jeans rub slightly against your underwear and you gasp, “oh! I’m sorry that was unexpected, I didn’t know I was pulling you in that much.” You apologize.

Natalie closes the gap completely and presses you against her jeans giving you a good pressure down below. “This is what we’re here for, it’s okay.” She gives you a soft smooch and asks, “can I see your hand?” You nod and put your right hand in her left, “I’m gonna show you something that I like to do to myself okay. It’ll all be up top, just with your clit and we don’t have to do anything else if you’re not comfortable with that.”

“As good a place as any to start I suppose,” you replied. Nat takes your middle finger and sticks it in her mouth, your jaw drops and the feeling of her tongue wetting your finger. You didn’t know fingertips could be so sensitive. You feel yourself clench around nothing. You let out a mmm. She releases your finger and twists your hand into a comfortable position to go into your underwear, then both of your hands make entrance into the fabric. She’s not looking down though, she’s sure to make eye contact as she guides your finger to the sensitive bud. You feel her part your lips and then your middle fingers fingertip is placed solidly on your clit, with the spit on your finger it’s slippery and you’re not sure what to do now so you wait. Your eyes are searching her face for an answer.

“I like to make a sort of curling motion like up and down with my finger, your hand won’t move, just your finger. And keep your clit under your finger don’t let it slip, okay? Now this is preference so if this isn’t what you like I can show you something else.” She whispers, the two of you are so close together that you know she can smell your arousal and hope she doesn’t mind, because you are extremely turned on. Suddenly she starts your finger in motion, her hand is still over yours and making the motions happen. You understand what she means though by the curling motion and shortly start going faster to chase that feeling, her hand stops helping but it doesn’t leave your underwear. “Does that feel good?”

Oh my fuck, hearing her ask that question while you’re masturbating in her lap is pushing you past the point of sanity. “Yes, yes it feels so good. I don’t wanna stop.”

“No, no don’t stop. Keep going, please.” As she says that she sneakily dips a finger down to your hole to prod and see if you’re wet. You are too preoccupied to notice what she’s done until her hand exits the fabric and you see her own finger enter her mouth. “Mmm, you taste so fucking good.” Your hips jump involuntarily.

“Oh shit N-… oh shit that was hot.” You don’t know what to do about this while situation. You almost said her name, is that too far? She’ll have to deal with whatever happens. “Can I lay back? I can’t hold myself up anymore my stomach is cramping.”

“Yeah hun lay back, here let me help you.” She lays you down and gives your legs a gentle scratch as she runs her blunt nails down the naked length of them to make sure they stay around her hips. “Keep that rhythm on your clit, can I show you something else?” You nod, ready for another addition to your skills. Her finger pulls your underwear to the side and your hole is exposed, “when you fuck yourself it’ll be a different angle, but this is still good.” She wets two of her fingers and slides them inside.

“Oh Na- God! Holy fuck.” You clasp your hand over your mouth.

“You don’t know what you’re doing to me, say my name - please?” Natalie pleads to you. Her fingers spread inside you and then go in and out exploring your hole.

“Nat, Natalie fuck me holy shit.” You went from touching yourself for her to taking her beautiful, gorgeous fingers. This is your best case scenario.

“Look at me, you feel so good. You’re so tight and wet. Your warm, wet pussy is pulling my fingers in and swallowing my fingers. You were made for them, keep doing what I showed you hun. Don’t look away from me though.” She talked you through the shock of fingers being inside you for the first time. Your hips start rocking and you do your best to maintain eye contact with her.

“Nattie I think I’m gonna cum already, I’m so wound up. I can’t hold it back. I think I’m gonna cum! Please go harder.” You beg the girl inside your cunt.

“It’s okay hun, if you need to cum then you cum for me. Say my name while you cum and look at me.” Your head had dropped for a second, but shot back up the second she said look at me. Your stomach clenches so tight and you feel like your head rush is gonna kill you.

“NAT! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Nat fuck, fuck. Nattie oh my god.” She keeps pushing her fingers into your tight clenching cunt. It lengthens your orgasm and makes your legs shake.

“Hey is y/n in here? OH MY GOD!” Jackie screams as she barges in and covers her eyes, “y/n what the hell are you doing?! You’re supposed to be downstairs drinking with me. Oh god I’m leaving.” She slams the door and footsteps are heard receding down the hallway.

Natalie extracts her fingers and stands before looking at you so apologetically and she’s panicking as she says, “I didn’t even think to lock the door. Fuck I’m so sorry.”

You, breathless, lean up on your elbows, “she’ll get over it. Come show me how to say thank you.”

Natalie runs to lock the door and jumps back on the bed…

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shy reader sending rafe nudes for the first time🫢

rafe was so nice to you. his new favorite hobby seemed to be spoiling you—it seemed there was an endless influx of shopping trips and things getting delivered to your house after being mentioned once. you don't know how he always got it right, the exact color you wanted or the perfect size. especially when you weren't even sure which style was the best or were having trouble picking between two. rafe would decide for you, usually picking right or just ending up buying both.

he was very good at this whole thing, and though you had trouble accepting his genoursity at first, you felt you were growing into it quite nicely.

the constant denial that you wanted something turned into a sweet, grateful smile when rafe offered to get it. worrying about how expensive something was long-forgotten, instead you gave rafe a kiss on the cheek instead of mentioning it.

and the best part was that he liked it, liked taking care of you, liked making sure you had the things you wanted. he'd even gotten a shiny silver credit card with his name on it, had insisted that you use it for things.

"what kinda man am i, huh? if my girl has to buy herself nice things. that's no way to treat your best girl, huh?"

mostly he just wanted to hear you call yourself his girl, but it was getting easier and easier to swipe it out and about.

you fell into the trap of the saleswoman at the lingerie store—you'd come once before to buy some nighties when you started sleeping over at tannyhill every single night. you'd handed her the silver card, thinking about what rafe had in store for you if you showed up wearing what you'd just bought, when she snapped you out of it

"is that all for today mrs. cameron?"

she'd transported you into a completely different spiral. so you had returned with a craving to hear yourself be called that again, buying anything and everything that caught your eye, but mostly things that you thought rafe would like.

on your way out, still elated from the sheer headrush of being called mrs. cameron, you don't even notice the missed call and texts from rafe, not until you get home and put on the first of many new outfits.

rafey: what the hell is la perla. the fuck did you buy for $500??

dolled up in your new outfit, you angle yourself to snap a couple of pictures with your phone, the first showing your tits spilling out of the pretty, floral bra and panty set. then you laid down, trying to capture your ass and the best arch you could manage without rafe there to push your back for you. trying on another thing you'd bought, this time a pretty white babydoll, you take a selfie showing just enough of the fabric.

sending the photos without any caption, you wait patiently for the response. but seconds turn into minutes, minutes into ten and twenty, while you wonder if you overstepped, if rafe was displeased at your purchases, at the waste of money.

rafe opens the door so hard it slams, and you flinch.

"get on the bed. now." like always, you comply. you guess he wasn't so mad after all.

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Make It Better

my masterlist (gif: @conradfiisher)

After getting into an argument with his brother, Conrad seeks out the comfort of a close friend.

8k (18+)

Warnings: smut, oral sex (fem receiving), p in v, strong language, and slight angst.

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For every girl in Cousins, there was something about Conrad Fisher that made them go a little crazy. And for Y/N, a girl who grew up with the Fishers and Conklins next door every summer, it was the fact that he decided to choose her of all people to be with. Even if Belly had him first, it was all worth it to her.

With Conrad, it's all soft-spoken praises, feather light brushes off his fingertips against forbidden places, and sensual kisses. It's all she can see when she closes her eyes to sleep at night or merely blinks during the day. It's hard to keep it a secret when her mind refuses to stop recalling the memories at a constant rate. Still, she has to be on her best behavior seeing that it is the last night they have together before the house is officially sold by Aunt Julia. And to honor their summer house, they collectively decided to throw a goodbye party.

The vibration of the bass thumping within the walls of the house is strong enough to rattle her eardrums as she takes a shot with her arm interlinked with Cam Cameron's. He, of course, is drinking a can of soda, but she was quick to assuage his insecurity when he mentioned it. It was the thought that counted.

She and Cam have been friends since they were in middle school, so, when he joined their circle of friends through Belly last year, it made her happy to have him around in the way Jere, Steven, Conrad, and Belly always were. When he and Belly ended their fling, she was there for both of them. She hugged Cam for a minute straight before letting go and offering to cheer him up with ice cream. For Belly, she told her she did the right thing by not leading him on and told her to follow her heart, wherever it may lead her, as they swam in the pool.

How was Y/N supposed to know it would lead her straight into the arms of the boy she's always loved?

"Okay," Cam rips her from her thoughts as he speaks, shoving his hydroflask filled with ice water into her hands, "You are officially cut off for the night until I see you drink some of this. I think your blood may be fifty percent tequila at this point."

She frowns at him.

"You're no fun, but I appreciate you looking out," she says.

She stays with him to swallow a few generous mouthfuls of water before handing the bottle back to him with a quiet, "Thank you. M'gonna go find Connie and Steven."

The last she checked, the two of them were taking pictures with the Polaroid camera they bought at the store earlier. They called her and Belly over to take turns taking pictures together. One of them all together, one of Y/N and Steven, then Belly and Conrad, and, finally Y/N and Conrad.

It was hard to watch Belly pose with him considering their extensive history together, but he knew that, and when it was her turn to pose with him, he wrapped his hand around her waist and entwined his fingers in hers to give it a reassuring squeeze. This made it extremely difficult for her not to smile too hard as she looked at the camera lens.

After the flash went off, Steven, the only person to know the details of their recent, days-old affair, says, "Wait, one more! One more! You'll thank me later, I swear."

With Belly having skated off, Taylor doing God knows what, and Jere lingering not far from wherever Belly went, they didn't feel too worried when they were directed to hug for the camera. Her cheek squished against his, their chests rising and falling to meet one another like matching puzzle pieces, and the scent of his body wash—the proximity to him was intoxicating.

"Okay, smileee—"

The flash off went off, and they stayed together for a few seconds longer than necessary before reluctantly pulling apart.

Steven handed each of them one of the pictures with a wink before saying, "Alright, Taylor wants me to do shots with her. I'll probably be back soon."

Conrad got the first one and she got the second. They couldn't help how they smiled as they stood side by side to admire them. His was carefully placed in the back pocket of his pants, which then made her realize that she did not have any pockets herself.

"Can you keep it safe for me?" she asked with a bright, moony-eyed expression. Her hands then slid down the front of her dress to feel for any place to store the photograph only to come up empty. "It's my own fault. Shouldn't have worn a dress."

His eyes softened as they looked up and down the length of her body, then settled back on her eyes.

"No," he said before he could stop himself, "it's perfect."

Her breath hitched in her throat, and she was about to open her mouth to speak when Cam and Skye called her name from across the room.

After a second, he spoke again, "I'll catch up with you later, Padme."

When he turned to walk away, he heard her giggle from behind his back at the inside joke shared between the two of them.

As she searches through the house for him now, she smiles to herself at the thought of it. It originated when they were mere children. After finishing a marathon of the Star Wars franchise in release order—the only correct way to watch it according to Susannah and Laurel—one summer, they all became obsessed with playing pretend with sticks as lightsabers. A week later, once it became apparent that it wasn't a fleeting phase, Susannah surprised them with toy lightsabers.

Somehow, they decided amongst themselves who was who, and it just so happened that Y/N was Padme and Conrad was Anakin. Jere and Steven made a deal to take turns playing Obi-Wan Kenobi since they originally both wanted to be him, and Belly, the youngest of the bunch, was so happy to be included that she would play whatever character they wanted her to for the day. The only roles that never changed were Anakin and Padme. Even when they got to the main trilogy in their game of pretend, Conrad played Darth Vader, and Y/N let Belly be Princess Leia while she played as Darth Sidious. One way or another, they were always paired in some way. Fated.

They much preferred playing as the star-crossed lovers as opposed to the pair of evil Sith Lords. It pleased her more than she ever let on that she and Conrad were together, even if it was just pretend. They've always teasingly called each other by those names ever since.

She peeks into every entryway when she walks by in hopes that she'll spot Conrad or Steven, but neither of them appears. It isn't until she steps out onto the front porch after searching the whole lower level of the house that she finds one of them. Well, actually, she hears one of them. Conrad.

"Jere, you know for a fact that I came home every second I could—"

"But it wasn't every day!"

Jeremiah, she notes as she stands with her back against the front door. Neither of them sees her.

"Okay, okay," Conrad retorts. "What do you want? A medal?"

What Jere says next makes her have to look away in the direction of the neighbor's yard, not wanting to see the heartbreak written across his brother's face as he calls him a coward. Her jaw tightens with every vitriolic word spewed at him. It isn't her place to interrupt, but it kills her to stand by and listen.

"You're not someone to look up to. You're not even someone I wanna know."

The universe must have a cruel sense of humor, because the second these words are said, someone trying to swing the door open against her back sends her stumbling forward into their line of vision. The sound of her falling to her hands and knees brings their attention away from one another instantly.

Her eyes meet Jeremiah's first, then they immediately switch to lock eyes with Conrad, and the first thing out of her mouth is, "I wasn't trying to eavesdrop or anything. I just came out here cause I couldn't find you guys. I'll go back inside." Despite her anger at what she overheard, she makes sure to look at both of them when she says, "I'm sorry."

She's already on her feet and facing the front door, abandoned by the guy who tried to walk out only to be greeted with this shit-show, when Jeremiah says, his tone harsh, "Don't. I was already leaving."

This makes her stop in her tracks, her hand frozen in place where it grabs the door handle, and, after she listens to Jere's footsteps gradually disappear, she turns back around.

Conrad is closer now than he was a second ago. Rather than remain in the driveway where he and his brother argued, he stands on the porch with his hands in his pockets. The look on his face...it's heartbreaking. His eyes are glassy, his lips downturned into a slight frown he tries to keep at bay, and knows based on the look he gives her alone that he will never forget what Jere said to him tonight.

She says softly, "Connie," unsure of what else to say to him, but that's all it takes to open the floodgates.

Silent tears start to fall down his cheeks as she closes the distance between them to take him into her arms in a comforting embrace. He bends down a little to allow his head to rest on her shoulder. Her hand cups the back of it to cradle his face into the soft crook of her neck, giving him the shelter he needs from the rest of the party to cry it out. The arms wrapped around her waist squeeze tightly enough to push the air from her lungs, but she never complains. To be in his arms is a blessing regardless of the reason and circumstances behind it.

They remain this way for the better half of a minute before he has the courage to break the silence. The hand on the back of his head brushes through his hair in a repetitive motion in hopes that it will soothe him.

"Do you wanna get out of here?" he asks. "I just"—he shakes his head—"I can't think straight right now..."

She nods.

"We can go to my house."

The Fishers and Conklins aren't nearly as familiar with her family's summer house as she is with theirs, but they have been inside a few times. On days when he didn't feel like being around everyone last summer, Conrad would come over and sit in the chair in the corner of her room, blowing the smoke from his joint out of the window while she cleaned, folded laundry, or read whatever book Laurel had recommended to her at the time. It was domestic in a way that made her heart skip a beat. It made her imagine how it would be in the future if they were together. If they truly ended up getting married as they pretended to when they were children while playing as Anakin and Padme.

She reaches down and entwines their fingers in order to lead him away in the direction of the house next door. It's a short walk over the fence gate that connects their yards. That was Susannah's doing. Five years into her friendship with the kids in her house, she and Y/N's parents agreed to install a new fence with a gate between their two properties to allow their children to play without having to leave the yard.

With everyone busy partying, no one should come back to sleep until way later. It wasn't until after they arrived back from their night at the country club that she remembered where her mom kept the spare key, so the others may forget their plans to sleep there. If they do, she'll shoot them a text in the group chat to remind them rather than allow them to sleep on the floor.

The door is already unlocked from when she went inside to shower and get ready with Taylor and Belly before the party, so all it takes is her turning the handle to allow them access.

She drops his hand once the door is kicked shut behind them and looks over her shoulder to say, "I think there's frozen food in the garage freezer if you're hungry," as she walks toward the kitchen. "And there's still my mom's Diet Coke in the fridge. We could always mix it with my dad's whiskey if you wanna keep drinking."

From behind, she can hear his footsteps on the freaking hardwood floor, getting closer and closer until his hand wraps around her arm to spin her around to face him.

"What—"

The question is cut short by his lips crashing against hers.

Kissing Conrad is something she doesn't think she will ever get used to or grow tired of. No matter how many times it happens, which, so far, has been at least three times since the night they spent at the country club, it takes her breath away the same as it had the first time when they were just children playing pretend.

Her arms are thrown around his neck in less than a second to pull him closer, and she doesn't hesitate to kiss him back. Not even for a second. At first, she is too intoxicated with the thrill of having him touching her to remember why they came here in the first place. Every thought revolves around him—the taste of the alcohol on his tongue, the feeling of his chest pressing against hers, and how confidently his hands find their place on her waist.

A second later, the memory of the fight he and Jere had comes back to her, and she forces herself to push him away.

"Wait," she says with her hands flattened against his chest to create some distance between them. "Wait, Connie."

When he opens his eyes, they're overflowing with concern for her. She already knows that he is assuming he made a mistake or that she doesn't truly want to do this with him, but that couldn't be farther from the truth. In fact, she is the one who is concerned for him.

"Are you okay? You and Jere just..." Her expression softens a little. "I don't wanna do this unless I know you're sure you're alright."

The confusion evident on his face disappears by the time she's finished speaking. In his mind, he anticipated something much worse than her wanting to check in on him to make sure he was okay. As the seconds passed between her telling him to wait and him looking at her, he feared she'd take back everything they shared in the past few days. All the secret kisses, gentle touches, and giggles. He wasn't sure he could take losing another one of the girls he grew up with in that way.

He tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and stares at her without saying a word. If it were anyone else, it would be uncomfortable, but it never is with them. That's part of what keeps bringing him back to her. Of course, it can't end well seeing that he dated Belly, she's friends with her, and they had such a messy break-up, but what is he supposed to do? Ignore his feelings? Pretend not to want her when he clearly does? He can't do it. He won't. Now that he's already had a taste of her, he can't resist any it longer.

His chest rises with a deep inhale, then—

"I fucked everything up, and I knew Jere must have resented me for it, but I didn't think it was that bad," Conrad says. "I'm sad and angry, of course, but that doesn't mean you'd be taking advantage." He lets the tip of his nose brush hers with how close he comes. His voice is hardly a push of air when he speaks again. "You make everything feel better. You always have."

She doesn't allow him to kiss her again. Instead, she plays with the hair at the nape of his neck and keeps her eyes on his, not giving in even when their noses bump together and the heat of his exhales cloud on her skin. The kitchen table he has her pressed up against digs into her back, keeping her pinned in place exactly where he needs her.

"So, that's what you want?" she asks in a hushed tone even though they have the house to themselves. Every breath they take is pulled from the little pocket of air between their faces, and they can both smell the liquor on each other's breath every time they exhale. The hands on her waist slowly descend until they settle on her hips. "You want me to make it better?"

The moment she says the words, Conrad seems to melt into her touch. That is all it takes to turn him to putty in her hands, and he nods in response with his face pressed against hers.

"Is that okay?"

In other words, is that what you want? Have you been dying to get your hands on me the way I have been dying to get mine on you? It feels like a lifetime since they first hooked up in a secluded room at the country club, but it hasn't been more than a day.

In lieu of a verbal answer, she closes the inch of distance between them and connects their lips in a tender kiss.

He reciprocates with a passion that ramps up the intensity in a matter of seconds, quickly turning it from its initially timid and gentle nature into something more desperate and needy.  Those hands on her hips squeeze hard to keep control and steady her body as he presses her further into the table, making her back arch a little. Her hands wander to explore every part of him now that she knows he wants this again, and she slips them up underneath his shirt to feel his bare skin beneath her palms. But when her hands make contact with his nipples, he shivers.

Their lips disconnect, shining from the saliva they share, for him to murmur, "Cold hands," as explanation before reaching down for the hem of her dress. She helps him shimmy the tight material up from where it gets stuck around her breasts until it is pulled free and tossed somewhere on the kitchen floor behind her, leaving her in only her undergarments. And he is quick to dispose of those too. Nimble fingers fumble with the clasp of her bra for a few seconds, then it finally comes loose around her back.

But, that's the last thing she lets him take off of her before she puts a hand on his chest to stop him.

Without saying a word, she grasps the bottom of his shirt and starts lifting it up to reveal his bare chest to her. He takes the hint without a second of confusion, pulling it the rest of the way off. It drops from his grasp the second it's off his head and abandoned in favor of aiding her in her attempt to undo his pants with those soft, trembling hands.

In a way, it feels similar to their first time. It was against a wall at the country club the other night after they became bored looking for a place to sleep. All they knew was that they needed to make it quick, so they did. His hand disappeared down the front of her panties to help her along, the pressure of his fingertips rubbing her clit bringing a wetness that soaked the cotton fabric concealing her from view, and that was all the preparation they took before it happened. He asked, voice quiet and low, if she'd done it before when she began tugging on his shirt as they made out, so once she said she had, all bets were off.

The thought of it slows him down for a second.

That time, they had to get it over with quickly. If they hadn't, the others likely would have gone looking for them and found out what was going on in the office room they snuck into. It was rough and quick and passionate, and he liked that, he truly did, but recalling that now makes him want to do it differently this time. Especially considering what happened before they came into this house.

"Slower, slower," he murmurs into her mouth.

The adjustment is made instantly, and she allows him to take back full control of the kiss. With his hands pulling her hips flush against his, he surrenders to the urge to rut against her to relieve the aching of his hard cock through the material of his boxer briefs and unzipped pants. He invades her open mouth with his tongue and kisses her slower, deeper than he had the last time. His teeth nip playfully at her lower lip in the second he takes to pull back for air.

His hands cup her face on either side to keep her in place as he dips down to kiss the underside of her jaw. He doesn't dare to leave any marks behind where anyone could see them, but he does take his time and suck gently on the sweet spot on the gentle slope where her shoulder and neck bridge together. Faintly, they can both hear the music from his house next door over the wet sound of his lips on her neck.

The other day, they didn't have the time to do everything he wanted to with her, but tonight they do. Tonight, he has her to himself for the first time in months, and he isn't going to take that opportunity for granted. Everything with her happened too fast for him to process. Last week, he'd been caught up on Belly, and part of him still is, but, then, Y/N came into the picture in a way he never expected. Despite the fear of ruining their lifelong friendship, to be with her felt as natural a process as breathing.

The hands on her face slip down the sides of her neck and down the front of her body until they find the band of the thin little thong she chose tonight for the sake of not having panty lines through her dress. Part of it also had to do with the possibility of this happening again, but she'd never give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

It appears, however, that he already knows when she finds the end of his mouth tipping upwards in a slight smirk as his fingers hook around the fabric. Seeing that they just hooked up yesterday and that these are a decent step up from the boy-short panties patterned with flowers he saw her in before, it isn't too difficult to put together.

Conrad sinks down onto his knees to tug it down her legs, and before her cheeks can begin to burn with embarrassment, she warns him, "Don't even."

This draws a giggle from him, his head tilting back to let him look up at her. Even in the midst of their playfulness and laughter, the sight of him kneeling before her makes her go weak in the knees. The strands of hair hanging in his eyes frame his face with an effortlessness she has envied him for her whole life. His beauty is classic, statuesque, even. He is the specific type of attractive that never falls out of trend or becomes less shocking over time. At least, not for her.

"I didn't say anything."

She counters, still laughing, "You didn't have to!"

At this point, she is grinning from ear to ear, and it's difficult to be self-conscious about being laid bare in his presence when he's looking at her like that. Her left leg is lifted off of the ground for her underwear to slide off of her ankle, but he doesn't put it back down. Instead, he turns his head to kiss her sensitive inner thigh, leaving her with nothing to do except watch while the anticipation of what he plans on doing eats her alive.

Unlike her neck, he has no qualms about marking up her thighs. It may be mildly uncomfortable to forgo wearing shorts in the summer heat, but it's doable. She can wear some of the bottoms she has stored in the dresser upstairs to keep the others from seeing if need be. His other hand grips her right hip to keep her steady while his other has her bent leg propped over his shoulder. Soon, his kisses have made a path up the length of her thigh, and she can't help but breathe heavier when she feels the heat of his exhales at the apex of her thighs.

"Connie..." she breathes out.

This brings his attention up, eyes fluttering open from where they'd been closed as he inched closer and closer to where she wants him most. And when she finds him looking up at her, pupils dilated and lips swollen from kissing, she can hardly breathe.

He asks, "You nervous?"

Words fail her. All she can do is nod.

"Don't be," Conrad whispers, the hand on her hip reaching to take hers in it for the sake of comforting her. "It's just me."

To this, she chuckles a little and tries not to shift in place with the sheer discomfort of the need she feels for him in this moment. No one has ever done this specific sexual act with her before, so the nerves are strong, but not quite as strong as her curiosity or desire.

"That's exactly why I'm nervous."

Her free hand comes down to brush the hair out of his face, and he leans into the touch like a cat brushing up between your legs. His eyes shut again for a second to appreciate the sweet gesture before looking up at her again, a slight grin begging to come to fruition on his face.

"Let me make it better, then," he says softly, in that charming, distinctly Conrad way that could take any girl's breath away with ease.

The first flick of his tongue against her is gentle, a mere glimpse of what's to come, but it stuns her all the same. Never having experienced this before, she is extremely sensitive to anything he does to her, and she finds that she's far more sensitive when it's his mouth pleasuring her as opposed to his fingers. Every soft brush of his lips against her in teasing kisses makes her hips press forward into his face in a silent command to continue without her noticing that she's doing it. He is quick to notice it, though, and he doesn't continue to tease her any longer.

This time, when he spread her open on his tongue, he gives her what she wants.

Sparks of pleasure shoot through her the second she feels him lapping at her aching clit, soft and gentle at first until he feels her grinding herself forward against his face for more. With her soft sighs and stifled moans as encouragement, he dips his head between her legs and eats her like a man starved. The remaining leg she stands on is quickly guided over his other shoulder, and his hand slips out of hers in favor of taking hold of her hips. The supple flesh of her ass is soft where it is squeezed beneath his fingertips and used as leverage to bring her as close as possible.

"Mm," she whines, "Fuck..."

The ability to speak evades her in the heat of the moment, but they both know how much she's enjoying this without her having to come out and say it. If the sounds she's making weren't enough, the hand she has gripping the back of his head to keep his mouth on her would prove it.

She knew from conversations overheard between the boys that Conrad was no stranger to this kind of thing. It may have made her heart sink into the pit of her stomach to hear it back then, but, right now, she's thankful for his experience. Every lick, kiss, and caress is placed exactly where she needs it as though he's able to read her body without having to open his eyes. The pleasure he's giving her far outweighs the jealousy she feels when she remembers that he's done this with other girls, one of them possibly being Belly.

The taste of her arousal, slick on his lips and tongue, has him humming in contentment into her as though he is the one being pleasured by this. In a way, he is. There's something intoxicating about being surrounded by her in every sense like this—her weight on his shoulders, her hands in his hair, and her thighs clamped shut on either side of his face. His dick strains against the fabric of his underwear as well as his unzipped pants, pulsing with the desire to sink into her and find his release.

She cants her hips to grind down on his face in pursuit of something closer, something deeper that they can't manage like this. And it isn't long before she starts to pull gently at his hair, reaching down and trying to pull on his arm to get the message across.

Conrad's lips part from her soaked pussy with a wet sound. When he looks up at her from between her thighs, she can see how his lips and chin are smeared with her arousal. It glistens under the moonlight coming in through the kitchen window. In seconds, the moment is already gone. The hands gripping her hips slide down to take hold of her thighs in order to guide them off of his shoulders, and when he sets her back down onto the ground, her muscles are trembling.

He's standing back up at his full height with his body slotted perfectly between her legs in the time it takes her to blink. Their next kiss is hungrier, much more aggressive in nature, than the last they shared, and she can taste herself on his lips.

In the gaps between their fervent kisses, she says, breathless, "I know you wanted to go slower this time, but I can't." His tongue invades her mouth again, pushing past her soft lips to allow the taste of her lip balm to blend with the semi-sweet taste of her pussy. It's only when his tongue retreats to give him the chance to bite down on her bottom lip that she can speak again. "Please," she whines and juts her hips out until she feels him hard against her. "We can go again after, I just want you now."

This sends him into a bit of a frenzy.

He has had his fair share of hook-ups—not nearly as many as Jere but plenty—yet there's something about her that thrills him in a way few others ever could. No girl has ever said anything like that to him. With Belly, it was her first time, so everything was tender and experimental due to the nature of the situation. With Y/N, it's different in the sense that they cannot be fairly compared. How could anyone compare a gentle, sweet first time with what may end up being the best fuck of his life, surpassing the quickie at the country club that left them both breathless and weary.

Conrad is panting for air when their lips part, their mouths hanging open and brushing as he hefts her up onto the table with little effort. Beneath her hands, she can feel his biceps flex with the quick lift. Taut muscle contracts and pushes back against her fingers before relaxing again once her ass is planted on the tabletop, but if it weren't for her hands gripping his arms for support, she wouldn't have noticed it had any effect on him. It's strangely arousing. She never gave his casual strength much thought until he utilized it in this context for the first time. A thin sheen of sweat coated his forehead when he had to keep her lifted against the wall at the country club as he thrust into her, but he didn't struggle.

Please. He hears her whining the word on a loop in his mind as he aids her in shoving his pants and underwear down his lean thighs. We can go again after. She wraps her hand around his length and pumps a few times despite the fact that he's already hard enough for it to ache. All the while, he's still stuck on the things she said. We can go again after. Not only does she want him now, she already knows she'll want him again. I just want you now. That crucial part gave him the answers he'd been seeking for the past twenty-four hours since he pinned her to the wall at the country club and fucked her hard enough to make the framed paintings shake on their hooks. I just want you now. It was life-altering for her too.

As he angles his hips just right to guide the broad tip of his cock into her, his fingers dig into her hips so hard, she'll be shocked if it doesn't bruise by tomorrow.

She uses the legs wrapped around his hips to push him further into her, and they both gasp at the sensation it brings them. Her heels press into the backs of his thighs, urging him to take whatever he wants from her whenever he wants it. It doesn't matter that the stretch she feels the further she urges him inside of her almost makes her have to bite down on her lip to contain a wince. Nothing matters to her except for getting as close to him as physically possible.

He lets out a low, drawn-out, "Oh fuckkk," under his breath as he sinks the rest of the way into her.

Their noses bump with every slight movement made or breath taken in, and she refuses to look away from his eyes. There's something inherently vulnerable about holding unwavering eye contact with him while he is buried in her to the hilt. The hands on his biceps slide up slowly until both of her arms are wrapped behind his neck to keep him from shying away from her at any point. This is the closeness she craved more than anything. Nothing else would do, not even having him on his knees for her.

It's a wonder that he doesn't come right away with how tightly the soft, warm walls of her pussy are squeezing around him. And when she bucks her hips up in a wordless request for him to move, he shakes his head.

Eyes clenched shut, Conrad murmurs, "I just need a second."

He feels her nod against his face, her nose nudging his cheek. For the next thirty or so seconds, he remains as still as possible. It's torture for him to stay this way and resist doing what comes naturally. Although it's for his sake, not hers, he struggles to keep a firm enough hold on his self-control. He keeps his eyes shut because he knows that if he looks at her, he won't stand a chance.

It isn't until the fire that blazed in the pit of his abdomen has calmed that he allows himself to look at her again. When he opens his eyes, she's already watching him. Her fingers twirl strands of his hair absentmindedly, and when she sees him open his eyes again, she closes the gap between their lips again.

This time, as his lips slot against hers, he draws away from her, pulling out until it's only his tip inside of her.

"You don't have to be gentle," she murmurs. "I can take it. I won't break."

His response comes in the form of him snapping his hips into her until he's gone as deep as she can take him. Despite her urging him to get rougher with her, she still gasps at the sudden intrusion and looks up at him with a wide-eyed stare of disbelief. Her past hook-ups were meaningless and unfulfilling. It happened during her freshman year at Trinity College while Conrad and Belly were dating. Considering what was going on at the time, she didn't plan to talk to either of them about it afterward, and, once it was as over, she didn't want to.

It was horrible.

It was the polar opposite of her first time with Conrad. Not only was it with an uncaring frat boy she met at a party her roommate dragged her to, it was uncomfortable. He didn't do anything other than get himself hard and stick it in, and with her nerves being so bad, it was already hard for her to get aroused. But it couldn't be any more different now. It couldn't be any more different with him.

It's rougher than it was initially, yet still slow and sensual. The hands on her hips guide her into a cadence to match his movements each time he thrusts into her, stifling the sound of his own low moans by smearing his mouth against hers. It's a messy, open-mouthed kiss. Their tongues brush, saliva coating their lips, and he makes sure there isn't a single part of her left un-worshiped tonight. Whether it be her neck, her collarbone, or her jaw, he pays every part of her the attention it deserves, partly for her sake and partly because he cannot help himself.

Their lips pull apart with a loud smacking sound, and he keeps his forehead pressed to hers as he looks into her eyes, head tilting just slightly to the side. One of his hands abandons its place at her hip to slide up the length of her torso. Her stomach flinches inward at the contact of his knuckles brushing her skin on the way past, but it's when he lets his hand flatten over her breast that she lets out a shaky exhale, He doesn't spend too much time there, though. After teasing her with a gentle squeeze, his hand wraps around the back of her neck for the sake of having control of where she looks, and, right now, he wants her to look at him as he admits something to her.

"I've dreamt about this," Conrad whispers.

He delights in her slack-mouthed expression when he ruts into her a touch faster and harder for the sake of seeing the expression on her face shift.

Somehow, she finds her voice and manages to stammer out, "I"—she is interrupted by the need to take in a sharp breath of air—"I thought..."

The hand on the back of her neck squeezes harder at the implication of her unfinished statement. It isn't necessary for her to continue the thought, he already knows what it means. I thought you dreamt about Belly. He did. He dreamt of Belly every night last summer, but it was Y/N who he dreamt of first.

She was the one who awakened these feelings within him for the first time. Being the oldest alongside him, she was the first to develop, and he didn't know what to do with the feelings that surfaced the summer she came back looking less like a girl and more like a woman. She was the first person he kissed, albeit for a game they played together, not Belly. Surely, he thought she had to know that it meant something to him too, but when he looks at her now, it's clear that he thought wrong.

His brows pinch together at the sensation of her tightening up around him, but his eyes are soft. Tender. Honest. He shakes his head. Just once.

"You were first," he says it so quickly, she almost misses it. "It was you."

That doesn't mean what he had with Belly meant nothing. In fact, it means the opposite. What he had with Belly was unlike anything he experienced before, but so is this. There is no way for Conrad to compare the two because what he feels for them is so solid yet different.

With Belly, he knew what he meant to her. He knew she put him on a pedestal her whole life and believed every word he said, so it was difficult not to feel an added pressure to live up to that standard. His heart broke when he ruined prom for her, but he did it because he thought he didn't deserve her.

With Y/N, they've always mirrored one another. Both the eldest in their respective families, gifted children, and sensitive in a way that troubled them more than most of their siblings and friends. Where everyone else misunderstood Conrad, she understood him. And it was never something that had to be acknowledged out loud or spoken of. It was a law of existence.

The summer before last, when Conrad got into reading as a result of Laurel gifting him a few of her favorite classics, he ended up insisting that Y/N read Wuthering Heights shortly after he finished it. Never having read for pleasure before, she thought she'd find it difficult to devote herself to it, but she should have known. She should have known that if he wanted her to read it, there were good reasons for it. Belly and the boys were having dinner with their moms when she finally got to his favorite line.

It was underlined in red ink, she noted, not pencil. Never to be erased or undone in any way. When she read it, she knew immediately that he'd done it for her. On the page, it read, "He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same," and that was the moment she knew she loved him.

Right now, as he kisses her and reaches down with the same hand that held her neck to rub her clit, it's all she can think of. So, she says it. She takes the vulnerable confession and offers one of her own in return.

"You were first for me too," she says breathlessly.

The contact of his fingertips brushing her most sensitive spot has her jolting against him in equal parts shock and pleasure. It instantly makes the feeling of him rocking into her at a steady pace all the more gratifying. What she said is fuel to the fire for him. It urges him on, chasing the weightless, stirring feeling inside of him with reckless abandon. He decides to trust what she said about being able to handle him not being gentle, because, truth be told, he can't control himself.

Conrad, lost in the haze, starts sucking at her neck after he leans down to kiss it. Everything outside of this house no longer exists to either of them, so it doesn't occur to them that they'll have to answer for the marks left behind on her come morning. No, all he can think of is what he feels for her and how he can possibly show her the full extent of it without telling her. This is the only way, he thinks. When he talks, he fucks everything up, but she has to know how he feels through this. After all, she's always had a sixth sense when it comes to him. Why should it be any different now?

Her fingers card through his hair and tug gently on the soft strands as she tips back her head and arches her body into him, gasping into the dark, empty kitchen. Even when he kisses his way back up to her lips, he remains trapped in the trance she put him under, taking every part of her for himself. It takes her crying out in bliss at the combined sensations of his fingers on her clit and the smooth, wet drag of his cock inside of her for him to meet her gaze again. This time, he doesn't dare look away. Neither does she.

Their eye contact never wavers as she murmurs, face twisted in pleasure, "Fuck, I think—"

Her sentence can't even be finished before she's coming undone from the next caress of his fingers against her.

The arms wrapped around the back of his neck pull him in as her body tenses up with the onset of her climax. Not only does he watch and listen as the euphoria washes over her, he feels it. He can feel her spasming around him, clenching and unclenching, through every powerful wave.

Her jaw has fallen open in a gape that allows every beautiful moan, gasp, and whine to escape into the space between their lips. And it's the sensation of her coming around him that threatens to send him over the edge, but he holds out for as long as he can. Both for the sake of helping her ride it out and prolonging his own orgasm.

He pulls out quickly out of fear of finishing inside and withdraws the fingers that were rubbing her clit to wrap them around his cock, stroking himself once, twice, three times until he comes with a breathy moan. Watching it drip down her trembling stomach heightens the swift pulses of pleasure, and when his body jerks involuntarily from how good it feels, the next rope of cum lands across the hickeys on her inner thighs. It's downright filthy, but he'll be damned if it isn't the most erotic thing he's ever seen in real life.

For a second, time is suspended to allow them both the chance to catch their breath and enjoy the comfort of each other's embrace. Her arms are still linked around him, trapping him in, and he lets his face fall forward onto her shoulder with a tired sigh. It's impossible for either of them to find words in the midst of their post-orgasmic bliss, so they don't bother trying. Much like how it has been for their lives preceding this moment, the silence is comfortable. There is no misunderstanding, awkwardness, or trying to fill the space with meaningless small talk.

Once the rapid rise and fall of their chests have evened out, Conrad pulls away from his cherished spot in the crook of her neck and kisses her one last time before coming back down to earth.

He's already pulling his pants back up before moving to get a few paper towels from the kitchen counter, telling her, "Stay there, I got it."

The sound of the tap turning on reaches her ears, then vanishes as quickly as it appeared, and it isn't long before Conrad is back in front of her. Every swipe of the damp wad of paper towel is gentle on his skin, carefully minding where she's particularly sensitive in the aftermath of what they did. As he wipes his release up from her stomach and thighs, he folds the towel in half to clean her again, then, once he's finished, he leans down with one hand cupped underneath her thigh and presses a kiss to one of the marks he left behind.

Her face burns hot at this, but she tries not to let it rattle her brave face.

"You're lucky I like you so much," she says, tilting her head to show him her neck, "cause this is gonna be impossible to hide."

He can't even stop the smirk from crossing his face at the sight of her freshly bruised skin. Yet, he doesn't answer right away. He simply continues to smile to himself and walks around the island she's perched on, digging in the freezer for something for the next moment or so. When he returns, he's holding up a bag of frozen peas as though it is a coveted trophy.

"This will help," he says and gently presses the cold bag over the spot on her neck. "Thank you, by the way."

She blinks at him.

"For what?"

His shoulders pull up in a shrug as he tries to find the right way to word it without it sounding like he's only talking about the sex.

"For everything." He says softly, rubbing the edge of her jaw with his thumb. "Sometimes, I feel like you don't know what you mean to me."

The room has been plunged into silence since they stopped moaning, panting, and joining their bodies together. All that can be heard over their voices is the music next door, as well as loud voices speaking in the back and front yard. In here, though, it's just them, and he can hear how her breath hitches in her throat at what he said.

"It was confusing last summer, but ever since you underlined that part in the book you gave me, I've known. At least to some extent," she admits. "I knew you did that for me."

He nods.

"I did."

There's a long pause, then—

She breaks her gaze with him and looks down at the floor, smiling like an idiot at the thought of what has transpired in the last forty-eight hours. Seeing her clothes in a pile on the floor prompts her to take the frozen peas from him and jump down from her seat on the counter.

As explanation, she says, holding the bag to her neck, "We should probably get back to the party before anyone notices we're gone."

He casts a quick glance to the counter where they fucked for a second before looking at her again.

"And probably clean that."

A giggle escapes her when he says this.

"Yeah, we definitely should."

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Hello! Finally wrote a Conrad fic! If you enjoyed it, I'd love to hear your thoughts. If you want to be added to a tag list for future Conrad fics, let me know as well. Thank you.

[foxtricksterwriting]

Folksaga MC; Anastasius

Author's Note: Boy's making me realize that most of my characters are some flavor of cottagecore....

Tags: @folksaga-if

Other MCs:

Eir | Fritz

Name: Anastasius █̨̛̥̖͉͓̤̥̭̣̬͚͍̞̮͔̫̬̯̏́͆̓͒̉̑ͬ͑̍͗ͨ͂ͣ́̚͟█̳͔̼͎͙̜̝̼͇̍͑ͯ̉́̊█̛̯̕█̡ͮ█̶̶̨̹̫͔̜͎̯̠͇̮̱̘̦̦͍̟̝̯̣͇̰̱̰̖͔͕̪̈́̾̐ͦ͐̌̃ͦ͊ͭ̀͛̆̂̎̈ͣ̿̈́̈̎̎̑͐ͣ̿͊̔̈̆̅ͫͧ̊̈̊͌̕̚͢͟͝͝͠█̴̵̶̢̢̨̛̤̭̘͎̯̖̦̣͇̻̺̳̫̟̮̲͍͖͈͖̺͚͙̻͈͇̦̜̯͙̱̟̈́ͮ͒̀͐͂̏́̂͒̋̒͛̇̽ͦ͐͑́͗̐̎̂͊̀ͬ̅̐̂̏̉ͯ̓̐̽̎ͬͮ̈̆͜͟͡͡͝█̸̷̵̸̸̢͈̻̺̘̠͖̫̜͕̥͙̤̯̰̱̤͉͖̖̱̲̩̙̯̱̜̼̼̯̣̺͉͑͑̑͌ͣͣ̈́̀͆͌͌̿̂̂ͨͫ̈́ͩ̋͋ͦ̓͐̊͋̽̆̑ͣ̿́̓́ͣ̕͜͢͜͝͡͡͡█̵͙͚͂̇ͪ͒̽͌͑͟█̸̙̠͓͔̗ͧͣ̒̀͋̈́̂_̨̪̗ͤͬ̑̏̈́͛Ι("Ahahah! Heya, I'm Anastasius! I'm so, so glad that I met you!!")

Alias: None ("Please don't call me Ana.....")

Gender + Pronouns: man + he/him

More About Him: Loud and out there, Anastasius is just happy to be here. He's excitable and overly friendly, like a puppy running up to every new person it meets. He's airheaded and bubbly, laughing at the dumbest things. He gets side tracked very easily and rarely feels shame or embarrassment.

Anastasius doesn't like being alone and yearns for any kind of lasting relationship he can get, even if it hurts him in the long run. He loves easily too, often falling victim to love-at-first-sight. Because of this he's gotten his heart broken over and over..... and still hands his heart to potential lovers on a gold encrusted platter. Truly a recipe for disaster.

Fun Facts;

Pinterest here

Playlist there

It was admittedly hard for me to differentiate Anastasius' style from Fritz at first, but I think I got there in the end.

OMFG I wanna include Anastasuis' height compared to Magni, it's hilarious! I love it so much. I'll put that at the very end.

Speaking of heights, Anastasius is 4'11 ft or 149 cm.

Anastasius is simple, personality-wise. For now, at least. I need time to develop him more.

He enjoys painting and hiking in his free time. He also still knows how to play his violin. He seems reluctant to play it, however.... ("NO! No! I, uhm, can't...... e-even if I do it'd be absolutely terrible! No one wants to hear me butcher a song!")

Loves flowers, specifically white daisies.

Here's the height comparisons; one with just Magni then one with everyone else.

[littlexdeaths]

eddie munson x plus size reader

warnings: angst, allusions to smut, major body insecurities, troubles orgasming due to said insecurities, eddie is so incredibly sweet, oral (fem receiving)

a/n: this started out as just a little angsty thing cause i was in my feelings, but it quickly spiraled into something more. while i feel a little nervous sharing it because it directly mirrors my own experience with intimacy issues and self esteem, i hope it can maybe help someone who has felt this same way <3

“— just stop, eds. it’s clearly not gonna happen.”

he can hear the disappointment in your voice as you tug his hand out of your panties. willing away the tears that threaten to spill past your lash line.

you swear something’s wrong with you.

he’s been at this for well over an hour, having to take multiple breaks from when his fingers started to cramp up. your clit feels almost raw, yet numb to the touch. the constant circles he was rubbing against it left you with nothing but discomfort.

“sweetheart—” he whispers, brushing your hair back from your face.

but you quickly bury your face into the pillow, the sheer humiliation makes you wish the ground would open up and swallow you whole. you already know what he’s going to say, he’s said it more times than you can count.

“save it, please. i don’t want your pity,” your words are slightly muffled, but he hears them loud and clear.

so he stays silent, keeping his chest pressed into your back. he rubs soothing circles over the curve of your hip while you soak his pillow with your tears. each silent shake of your shoulders twists the knife deeper into his gut.

why he hasn’t left is beyond you— anyone else would have.

not only is he stuck with a girlfriend who can’t take her clothes off in front of him, he’s stuck with one who can’t finish either. you can’t imagine how frustrating that must be.

“why are you even still here?” you sniffle, feeling his body stiffen behind you. “this can’t be fun for you.”

he doesn’t answer you, instead moving from his position behind you to roll you onto your back before he slots himself between your thick thighs. and even in the dark of his room you can see how your words have upset him.

“— i’m here because i love you.” he asserts, calloused fingers catching your chin to keep your gaze level with his. “i stay despite how much you continually try to push me away, because you’re everything to me.”

and he catches some more tears that trickle down your cheeks with his thumb. he unintentionally swipes them over your lips and they taste almost bitter on your tongue when you take a shuddering breath in.

“i just.. i feel like this is too good to be true— that you’re too good to be true.” you voice is barely above a whisper now, “that once you see everything… you’ll change your mind.”

his eyes slip shut and an almost painful look crosses over his features.

“baby,” he sighs, carefully taking your hand to guide it up his bare torso. you can feel the uneven flesh beneath your fingertips, a reminder that you almost lost him not so long ago. “you could grow a third head and sprout a tail and i would love you just the same.”

that image has you giggling softly, the sound causing his eyes to flutter back open. eddie grins down at you, bringing your hand up to press a gentle kiss to the back of it.

“there’s my girl,” he hums.

and despite the worry that still lingers in the back of your head, your body automatically reacts to his gentle words. you shift your hips beneath his own, now acutely aware of how uncomfortable the damp cotton feels against your skin.

eddie can see that spark of need return to your eyes, his head tilting down to nudge your nose with his own. he inhales your soft gasp when he carefully presses his hips down into yours.

“can i try something? if you don’t like it, i promise we can stop.”

he waits before making another move, lips hovering over yours until he hears your soft confirmation. then he starts to descend lower.

his lips press against the cotton of your sleep shirt, across the soft pudge of your belly. and you hold you breath when his fingers graze over the hem of it, slowly beginning to push it up your plush thighs.

“eddie i—”

he must hear the alarm in your voice as he stops, warm eyes gazing up at you from where he’s positioned between your legs.

“do you want me to stop?” he asks.

the small shake of your head encourages him to continue, pushing the shirt up only until he can see the outline of your panties.

“we’ll keep this on, okay?” he motions to your shirt.

“okay,” you breathe.

you feel your body is on fire, every nerve ending like a live wire. and you practically jolt when you feel his lips press against your damp underwear, his tongue licking a slow stripe between your clothed folds.

“oh,” you sigh and you can feel his deep chuckle rumble against your core.

so he does it again, enjoying the breathy whine that tumbles past your lips. eddie’s fingers slide up your thighs, sneaking underneath the elastic of your underwear as he continues his actions. going slow enough to get you used to the feeling, but firm enough so you feel each drag of his tongue.

after your first failed attempt from earlier you feel ravenous, now bucking your hips up against his mouth. and your boyfriend seems to get the hint.

“you want them off, sweetheart?”

and you nod almost frantically, any feelings of insecurity pushed to the wayside as your desire slams back into you at full force.

not needing to be told again, eddie carefully guides the fabric down your thighs. tossing them next to you on the bed before he coaxes your legs to rest on his shoulders. even in the dark he can see the curly hairs that cover your mound and the sticky strings of desire when he guides your folds apart with his fingers.

you hear a soft curse leave his mouth, his hair tickling your inner thighs when he leans down further to guide his tongue through your slick.

“so fuckin’ pretty, baby.” he coos.

you gasp aloud at the sensation when the muscle delves deeper, dipping inside your entrance before dragging more slick up to your sensitive nub.

everything feels more heightened like this— more intimate. and you swear you’re more in love with him now than you ever been.

so you let your body sink further into the mattress while he tastes you properly for the first time. his own hips rutting against the bed in tandem with each glide of his tongue. the noises he’s making are downright filthy, the vibrations only aiding in bringing you closer to that release.

it’s right within your grasp, all you have to do is reach out and take it.

the edges of your vision start to blur while your fingers card themselves through his curls to hold him in place. and that wave that’s been building up inside you finally crashes over the surface.

your shaky cry of his name has him moaning into you, his hips twitching as he spills into the fabric of his boxers. and he doesn’t mind when your trembling thighs tighten around his head, keeping him locked into place between your hips.

not that eddie would ever complain.

you finally release him when the feeling becomes too much, thighs settling onto the bed when you tug at his curls. he lifts his head then, eyes mirroring your half lidded gaze. his slick-smeared lips shine in the moonlight that streams through his bedroom window and you feel another rush of emotion flow through you.

“thank you,” you whisper, voice cracking.

he brings your knuckles back to his lips, pressing a wet kiss onto each one. satisfied with his work, eddie crawls back up your body, pressing tender kisses until he reaches your lips. you wrap your arms around his neck, tugging him even closer when your mouth do meet.

but that’s when you feel it. the warm, sticky mess that has soaked into his boxers and smeared across his hairy thighs.

“did you just— ?” you ask in almost disbelief, wide eyes meeting his own when he pulls back to give you a cheeky grin.

another gentle roll of his hips has you gasping aloud, the action pressing his mess further into your own as he chuckles deeply.

“damn right, i did.”

[sinfullyrosey]

(Pussy) Slappin’ Them Fins

Floyd & Jade Leech X GN!Reader

Warnings: Dubcon, Bondage (technically), Fingering, Pussy Slapping, Forced Orgasms, Dom!Reader (again technically), The Twins got Pussies

I’m uno reverse carding all those reader insert fics where the Reader gets violated by the tweels by having Reader violate them.

You’re welcome.

All Characters are 18+

Going to the beach with the Leech twins after they managed to convince (note: threaten) you wasn’t looking so bad right about now. The weather was actually rather sunny and nice, not to hot nor too windy. It was the perfect time to take a dip in the sea, maybe built a sandcastle or two and collect some seashells.

But it was neither of these reasons that changed your mind on the whole matter. Rather, it was the sight you found after taking a brief nap and finding the twins missing. You had called out to them, only to be met with silence. It wasn’t until wandering around a bit more and picking up distant sounds of chirps and gurgles growls that you followed to a hidden rock pool, where you proceeded to find the two missing brothers in their eel forms.

They had managed to get themselves ensnared in a fishing net, something only squabbling, little elvers would manage to get themselves into, yet here they are. You don’t know how they got like this nor did you care.

It was probably Floyd’s fault anyways, the troublemaker.

You decided to stand back to see if they needed any help. You noted that both were stuck in the rocky area but were still slightly submerged in the water, so no risk of drying out or drowning, thankfully. The net had wrapped itself around their tails, torsos, and heads, but didn’t seem to be constricting any vital areas, just kept them in place and prevented them from moving around as freely. They did appear to try and cut the rope with their claws and teeth, but to no avail.

Maybe the nets were merfolk proof? Would make sense as you could picture these two, specifically, stealing some poor fisherman’s catch by cutting the nets and snatching the fish for themselves. Still doesn’t explain why it’s on the beach though. Washed up on shore perhaps? Bet Floyd tried throwing it at Jade as a prank and only got them both trapped.

Probably. Most definitely.

Actually… now that you think about it, this is the first time we’ve ever seen either in such a situation, so now you had the perfect opportunity to get a better look at their merforms without the fear of them trying to drown or bite you…

Hm.

You had always been curious about their anatomy and how it varied from humans’. Specifically, you were curious about the slits located lower on their bodies. They didn’t have any visible genitalia, and yet, had that thin line near where one’s genitals would be.

The twins have never respected your own personal space before and had even poked and prodded at you while swimming and vulnerable, trying to get a peek or two. "They were only curious." they would say. "Just wanted to learn how you and they differed." they claimed.

Well, you were just as curious, and they were just as vulnerable in this moment. So, why not do some prodding of your own?

You approached the tangled twins, eyeing them, looking for that special spot on them. Floyd was a lot more tangled up than Jade, having struggled more fiercely due to hating being restrained. He was huffing and snorting in his native tongue, spitting sounds you could only surmise to be swears. Jade, in contrast, was more calm and calculating, trying to keep the struggling to a minimal as his brother’s movements only served to tighten the ropes around both of them even more.

He looked at you with a hint of relief and slight sheepishness, knowing how unbecoming the two of them look to you, but believing you were there to (begrudgingly) help them. After all, you were always cleaning up NRC’s messes and aiding other students without anything in return. It was just rather embarrassing that this was the situation they needed your help in.

You bent down next to them, seemingly looking for where best to cut or unravel the net. At least, that’s what they thought you were doing.

You gently placed your hand onto Jade’s tail, making his pupils dilate then constrict down to slits in response. He stiffened and followed your movements. Searching. Getting closer. Then you did the same to Floyd, who jumped and flopped his tail when he felt something suddenly touch him in his already volatile state. Both twins were watching you now, following along to where your hands were wandering to.

Mismatched eyes leered as both hands landed right next to a pair of thin, almost unnoticeable lines. Neither move as you studied the spots curiously, fingertips softly pressing down on the surrounding area. Floyd’s tail tip lashed agitatedly back and forth as you continued your prodding.

It wasn’t until you carefully used your fingers to spread open Jade’s slit slightly that the two finally had enough and attempted to strike.

The two tried snapping at you with razor sharp teeth, but the nets held them back, acting as a makeshift muzzle they had issues biting into. This sudden movement from both of them startled you back, but also managed to tighten the net around them enough that neither could barely move.

The ropes dug into their scales, not enough to cut through, but enough to hurt and squeeze those diamond-shaped patterns into their slippery bodies. Floyd began thrashing again but stopped, finally, when Jade bellowed out a gargled snarl at him.

You surmise he told him to stop as his struggling is what was tightening their binds and would only make things worse for them. Both huffed and turned their attention back to you, still gazing down at them.

They were completely at your mercy now.

Too bad you didn’t have any left to give.

Your fingers went back to grazing along the thin slits, making Jade jolt and trying to carefully curl his body away, but couldn’t. Your other hand did the same with Floyd’s earning much of the same results from the twin. You continued your exploration, finger pads feeling the smooth slickness of their openings.

Both twins were tensing up at your prodding, quiet, throaty gargles and hisses escaping passed their lips as you rubbed circles against their sensitive entrances. Both were starting to open up more under your treatment and even leak this clear, sticky liquid. Honestly, you were expecting to see two long cocks slip out, but no, this was all they had it would seem.

You smirked as the two troublesome twins became puddy in your hand, squirming and writhing as you worked at their aquatic pussies. The both of them were chirping up a storm, tails occasionally lightly thrashing in pleasure.

Your fingers slipped in with ease as you began to pump your fingers into them, feeling around along the entrance. The two started to croon and purr at the light intrusion. You chuckled to yourself as their walls squeezed around you, much like how their tails would around prey.

“Cute. Never seen either of you so docile before.” You teased.

That earned you a hiss and two squirmy eels trying once again to get out of their bindings and make you their shared chew toy, only for the cruel reminder to dig into their soft flesh once more.

But you weren’t having any of it and frowned.

It was Floyd’s attempt to lung at you through the net barrier against his brother’s warnings, that caused you to land a quick swat to his sensitive, little slit. The sharp and sudden pain made him yelp and yield back. You quirked a brow at the reaction and proceeded to swat at him again, harder. This time, he let out a gargled moan as his pussy twitched from the pain.

Huh. Interesting.

You turned your gaze over to Jade whose pupils were now blown wide as he stared you down, just daring you to try anything.

And try something you did.

Just like with his brother, your gentle touches turned into harsh slaps to his vulnerable pussy, earning you the same exact reaction out of Jade.

Oh.

Well now, this is interesting.

Without any warning, you proceeded to relentlessly slap both of their pussies with the palms of your hands, sending wave after pleasurable wave of pain straight to their core. Floyd and Jade could only squirm helplessly as their slits became more and more puffy and red from your spanks. They pleaded helplessly in their native tongue for you to stop or slow down and to just let them cum already, please.

Before long, both reached their peaks and crashed hard, their orgasms hitting simultaneously and sending them overboard. Their walls clenched around nothing; holes squirted out their messy juices as you continued to harshly slap them through their orgasms.

You finally relented when both twins gave out and slumped in their spots, trying to come down from their highs as their pussies fluttered and twitched. You chuckled at their blissed-out expressions, eyes nearly rolled back into their skulls and mouths hung wide open, panting and wheezing.

You hummed in satisfaction, gently patting both of their tails in praise.

“Aww, you both did so good and even came together like the good, little sea whores you are!” You chirped.

They only glared at you, but quickly lost any remaining malice and started chirping again when your fingers returned to rubbing at their entrances, once again breaching inward and pumping in and out of them at a slow pace. You chucked as their bodies resumed their needy squirming from before.

“Let’s see if mereels have a sweet spot too, hm?~”