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[jypsyvloggin]

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[notheotheralexx]

every time i read more of harrow the ninth i basically have to clear my schedule for the rest of the day so i can walk around my apartment, open up every cabinet in the kitchen, open the fridge, close the cabinets, lay down on the couch, close the fridge, walk outside, walk back inside, make phone calls, remember i hate phone calls, lay back down on the couch, read another chapter, repeat.

[sophiagrimes]

🪦

started going through old pictures and got so freaked out by how happy he looked in all of them that i deleted um. basically all of them. so long asshole

[strawberryicedcookies]

LOCK IN FOR 3 DAYS AND WATCH WHAT HAPPENS.

yallll run a challenge with mee! in this challenge we are going to lock in for 3 days. That means affirming TWENTY FOUR/ SEVEN, listening to affirmation tapes, doing guided meditations, listening to subliminals, listening to manifestation music, being as delusional as humanly possible, SATURATE YOUR MIND COMPLETELY AND REPROGRAM YOUR MIND. You are in a constant state of manifestation, use that to your advantage, aways be saturating your mind.

By day 3, you’re going to feel so magnetic bro. Trust me, lock in for 3 days, forget about any struggles, for all you know, YOUR DESIRE IS YOURS. dont think about the when, how, why, IT IS YOURS. Be as delusional as you can, because when it comes down to it, are you really being delusional, or are you just woke?? 😛

yuppp guysss thats my 3 day challenge, i basically did this by myself and WHEN I TELL YOUUU this man spammed my phone on tiktok,snapchat,messages, and instagram!!! i was BEWILDEREDDDDD, but not surprised 😛😛. manifesting hanging out with him next!!

comment all your results!!

(this is how i manifest, im not saying is the only way to manifest. Its just a simple challenge ❤️.

[johnbrand]

Do You Want to Pump, Bro?

It was a simple question, one that should have been sufficed by a simple “yes” or “no” response. And yet Dylan had no idea how to respond. He had just been opening up Snapchat for the simple maneuvers: run through all the pictures, spam his responses back. The habit took a max of 30 seconds and then he was done for the day, but when he landed on his friend’s snap, prompting the question at hand, Dylan had no response.

It was strange how captivating the picture was. It was still displayed on Dylan’s phone, the picture of his friend all jocked up. Dylan could have sworn his friend had been a gay little nerd just like himself, nothing but a runt that the rest of their colleagues could pick on. But the boy, no, man Snapchat had presented him with was certainly his friend. The brutally masculine, dominating alpha Dylan had known all his life. There was no filter, no added touches, Dylan’s friend was simply the epitome of young manhood. Tanned, muscular, and rightfully superior.

This left Dylan to begin considering what his friend had meant by the question. Maybe his friend was referring to working out, using “pump” in the sense of stretching and exercising one’s muscles. But what did Dylan have to pump? With his scrawny features he was certainly better fit for intellectual over manual labor. His hands were meant to be glued to the keyboard, their features perfect for typing.

Well, not perfect. Dylan’s hands could be a bit clumsy. Being that they were so big, so meaty, his sausage fingers often had a hard time hitting the right keys. It did not help that his arms would often get in the way, so bulky that they would rub up against anything they touched. His sides, other people, Dylan even struggled to get through older doorways. Veiny forearms leading into bulging biceps and triceps, which only expanded his shoulders to accommodate. Dylan was just a wider guy.

And it was not only the fault of Dylan’s arms, to be clear. His torso too was quite the menace. That previously mentioned wide set of shoulders stretched out Dylan’s entire upper chest, structuring a powerful collarbone to perfectly align two plump pectorals. Yes, those were perfect. So firm and pronounced that they sometimes obstructed Dylan’s view if he looked down, which being 6’6 was a considerably long distance. “Perfect” was often also used to describe Dylan’s abdominals, the eight cobblestones stacked sharply beside each other as if they were metal batteries fueling his core.

So what was his friend referring to? Something about the question was catching Dylan’s eye. The swirls within the letters of the font were soothing, absorbing. Maybe his legs? Although Dylan had to admit they were already pretty jacked. Yeah, his quads were carved, his muscles expertly sharp and prominent and never covered by any shorts longer than five inches. Leading past his knees into diamond-shaped calves, admired by other gym-goers constantly. Not only was he tall, but Dylan was built. He had worked hard since high school to prevent his massive legs from becoming stick-like. 

Sure, sometimes he had prioritized getting in a sick workout over anything else, like spending time with the bros or in class, but it had worked out in the end. Without that extra effort, Dylan would not have been able to brag about his entire figure. From the giant-sized feet to the perfect lantern jaw. There it was again, that word, perfect. Dylan smirked to himself as he mentally listed other things about him that were perfect. His perfectly musky pits, his perfectly sultry baritone. People loved Dylan’s perfectly sculpted locks, and his perfectly sculpted buttocks. And the lucky ones got to love his perfect giant balls and cock.

Dylan felt his mighty python grow hard at that idea. Yeah, maybe that was what his bro was referring to. Maybe his bro wanted to pump his cock. But with that thought, Dylan’s boner faltered. No, his bro wanted to find some chicks to pump their cocks. Nothing gay or anything, just two bros getting laid together. Dylan’s cocky sneer grew wider as he began to palm himself. Yeah, his babymaker could use some attention. But, to be fair, it could always use some attention. Especially from some busty, airheaded bimbos.

Finally closing the picture from his bro, Dylan adjusted himself and casually flexed before snapping his reply shot. His massive fingers typed out the question on their own, filling out the preordered prompt before pressing the send button. Dylan did not realize though that instead of just replying to his bro, he had sent it to all his Snapchat contacts. But he did not care, he had better things to worry about. Like pumping his muscles, and getting some babes to pump his cock.

[kingkatsuki]

Thinking about a silly accidental confession with Kaji, because you just know he would have an entire photo album dedicated to you on his phone!!

It wasn’t unusual for you and Kaji to share phones, even though you weren’t dating. Swapping devices so you could create each other custom playlists for whatever new artist you were listening to that week, or searching through each others sound cloud to try and find that song you’d heard playing in a local music venue before the show.

The pair of you were so comfortable with each other that you knew each others passcodes, a fact that Hiragi took great delight in when he’d found out. Claiming that you could find out all of Kaji’s deep, dark secrets— causing his best friend to shoot him a glare across the table as he bit down on the hard peach candy he’d been sucking to stop himself from throwing back a retort.

But Hiragi was right— there was a huge secret that he’d been hiding from you, and one he was certain he’d take to his grave because there was no way you’d ever feel the same.

Kaji had left his phone on the coffee table as he’d got up to use the bathroom, giving you the perfect opportunity to pick it up and unlock it like you usually would. Intent on adding a new song you’d found by a local artist to his current playlist in the hopes of being able to drag him to one of their shows later this month. Typing in the digits across the screen as it unlocked and you were met with his photo gallery, not wanting to pry or come across an accidental lewd (no matter how curious you were) as your thumb moved to swipe out of the app but you paused when you noticed it.

Row upon row of photos of you. Candids mostly— of you smiling while sitting across the table in Pothos from him, ones where you were walking ahead of him beside Tsubaki as he lingered back, or your face pressed against the glass of an arcade machine as you tried to aim for a plushie inside. Along with selfies the pair of you had taken together, some with the ridiculous Snapchat filters Kaji had sworn he despised and barked at you to delete— bunny ears or fake blush filters on his cheeks, along with individual selfies of yourself that you had sent to him. And there was even screenshots of your conversations, or flirty and silly memes you’d sent each other.

And that’s the moment you looked up at the title of the album to see “My Everything <3” typed out. Feeling your heart begin to swell inside your chest as you were certain it would exert pressure against your rib cage and burst free, he really did feel the same.

“What are you doin’?” Kaji flopped back down beside you on the couch, his thigh nudging yours as he glanced over to his phone in your hands as he saw it, and for the first time since held known you he tried to snatch his phone from between your fingers roughly, “Give that back.”

“No.” You held it out of his reach as Kaji practically leaned his entire body over you to try and retrieve it, leaving your faces inches from each others as you met his steel-blue gaze, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t think you felt the same,” His jaw locked as he tried to fight the awkward sensation that throbbed in his tummy, certain he’d ruined everything he already had with you because he had to go and catch feelings, “It’s stupid, I’m sorry I’ll delete it—”

“Why wouldn’t I?” You cut him off as you tilted your head to the side in confusion, and Kaji thought you looked so adorable it took every fiber of his being not to lean forward and smash his lips against yours.

“Why wouldn’t you what?” Kaji felt his throat start to tighten as his mouth felt dry, his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly to try and quell the feeling. Wishing he had a lollipop between his lips to stop himself from exploding as he tried to focus.

“Why wouldn’t I feel the same?” You gave him a soft smile as you dropped his phone onto the couch beside you in favour of cradling his jaw in your palm, feeling him lean into your warmth as your thumb stroked his cheek, “Because you’re my everything too.”

And that was all it took to have Kaji bridging the gap as he pressed his lips to yours in a gentle kiss.

[powderpinkandsweeet]

Short thing on y’all sexting while Ellie’s on a trip. I like to be overstimulated so you do too. Minors and men don’t interact of course.

She checks her phone when she gets back to her hotel, seeing that she has a text from you. It says “check snap pls 😊” which made Ellie’s eyes widen. She never used snapchat unless you two were sending illicit photos back and forth.

Since Ellie was on the road in cheap hotels sharing a room with her buddies, she had only managed shower pics and silly selfies. Since you were at home, though, you could make a whole production out of it. She opened the app, seeing a number of old ignored snaps from old friends. By your icon, it showed a little purple notification indicating that you’d sent a video. It was hours ago, so Ellie was upset at herself for not checking her notifications more often.

Ellie went into the bathroom and locked the door, jiggling the handle multiple times to make sure it was locked. She leaned against the counter, putting in her headphones and opening the video. It was dark and you were filming with flash in the mirror. Your tits were out, and you were wearing a set of strings that could barely be called panties.

It proceeded to the next video, you were laid back in bed with your phone poised in one hand and a dildo in the other. Ellie recognized it as the cock she’d fucked you with countless times before with her harness. At least, she recognized the color of the base and part of the shaft that she could see thrusting in and out of your pussy.

Ellie unbuckled her belt to work her fingers under the band of her boxer briefs. She dipped the tip of her fingers into her pussy and smeared her wetness up to her clit to draw circles around it. Her breaths grew shallow and her core tensed as she felt her clit pulse.

She could hear your pants and moans coming through her headphones, the puffs of air crackling the microphone. You had it deep inside you, pumping it slowly in and out to caress the spot inside you that made you gush.

Ellie always knew she’d hit it with her fingers with how you’d clench around her and she could feel the wetness drip between her fingers and the crease of your ass. The sounds your pussy makes always make Ellie’s boxers wet. If she were there, Ellie would laugh and say that your pussy was talking to her, telling her what she likes. You would always whine in embarrassment and cover your face with your palms. You were always so cute in moments like this.

Your grip on the phone and the dildo in your hand were unsteady as you drew closer. Ellie could see your legs draw together as you pressed the cock all the way inside with your left hand. You let out a choked noise as your palm pushed it all the way inside, letting out a squeak as the tips of your fingers met the mattress below you. Ellie groaned with you as you rocked your hips against the fullness inside you.

Ellie pushed her middle and ring finger inside herself, feeling her tightness against her fingers. She curled her fingers and clenched her jaw as she circled her fingers inside herself. With fingers knuckle-deep in her pussy, Ellie rocked her hips up to grind against the base of her palm.

The next clip played as Ellie gripped her phone tightly in her hand. You held your legs together to hold Ellie’s cock inside you, gripping a vibrating wand in your shaking hand. You held its rumbling head against your clit as your legs trembled and you desperately tried to hold the phone in your right hand and keep filming.

Ellie bit her lip to hold in her voice as you ground against the cock. Her fingers quicken in her pussy in time with your moans. She wishes she could help you as you whimpered for more, plead to come, and squeal as the wand abuses your pussy.

She knows you’re about to come when your jaw drops and you go silent, gasping as your head throws back and the muscles of your thighs clench. Ellie pumps her fingers inside herself harder as her stomach tenses. You squeal that you’re going to come, and seconds later that you’re coming. You scream and your pussy gushes. In that moment, the heat between Ellie’s legs peaks and she comesright after you. She feels the wetness coating her hand as she rides it out.

The dildo pops out of you as your legs squirm and your hips rock against the bed, but you hold the wand steady against your clit. You moan and smile as you call Ellie’s name. Ellie keeps her fingers inside herself to rock against them. You giggle and slur out curses, not ready to stop the feeling yet. Your jaw drops as you reach your second orgasm with a whimper of “Ellieeee.” She wishes she were there to hold you through it and kiss your drooling mouth. So badly she wanted to reassure you and grip your breasts as you fucked yourself dumb.

She thought you’d be done, but of course without her there you’d be needy. You clicked the wands vibrations up one setting. Ellie watched with awe as you cried out her name and arched your back. The volume and pitch of your voice increased to a fever pitch and your eyes crossed. No longer able to form words, you only groaned and drooled as your pussy gushed against the vibrations on your pussy. At some point, you’d dropped the wand. You tiredly reached for the power button to turn off the vibrating head rested on your thigh. You fell back to the blankets and panted.

The next video came, a video of your face. You tiredly wish Ellie a goodnight even though she won’t be to bed for almost three more hours. “I miss you, Ellie. It’s just not the same without you… goodnight, I love you.” And you blow a kiss at the camera before the series of videos ends.

Ellie huffs out a breath, absolutely speechless. She had no idea how to respond.

6:58 PM - Ellie: omg 😳 so hot

6:59 PM - Ellie: that’s my girlfriend what

6:59 PM - Ellie: walk me on a leash

7:00 PM - Ellie: I miss youuu

7:00 PM - Ellie: miss your pussy too 😔🤤😍

[sturnwh0re]

*- jealous -*

( this is a quick fic. )

Contains: angry sex, p in v, unprotected it (wrap it then tap it folks), pet names, overstimulation, yelling, jealously (duh), whining/whimpering, begging, commanding, dirty talk.

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description: You decided to be petty to Chris. You and Chris weren’t dating yet and you always liked to tease him and pretend like you were with another boy. You had posted on your Snapchat story

“Me and him r hanging out again!”

Knowing you weren’t hanging out with any boy, you just wanted to rile up Chris.

I was sitting in my bed and refreshing the story views just to see if Chris was going to look at it. I had gasped when I seen his account pop up for the views. My heart had skipped a couple of beats and I waited for Chris to text my phone.

10 minutes had gone by and no text or even sign of Chris being bothered by this. Maybe—

my own thoughts were interrupted by 6 hard knocks on my front door. Fuck. I trembled myself to my front door and prepared myself for when I opened it. I opened it and Chris basically threw himself at me.

He walked in then closed and locked the door behind him. “You like making me jealous, huh?!” He said pushing me back into my room, to where he locked the door behind us. “Do you like it?!”

He said angrily. He grabbed my face and made me look at him “tell me. FUCKING TELL ME.” He growled. I couldn’t help but feel myself get wetter at his jealous. ugh. Why was I liking this so much.

“I— I didn’t mean too..!” I mumbled. It was clear I knew what I was doing because I’ve been doing it for so long. He put one knee on the bed. “Oh really?” He chuckled. He clearly didn’t believe me.

He had started to undo his pants as he pushed my flat down on the bed “you always want to make me fucking jealous. I’m done with it.” He had sprung his cock free quicker than a blink of an eye.

Before I knew it he had snatched my shorts and panties off and thrown them to the other side of the room. “How many times do I have to fucking tell you?! your mine.” He said slamming into me, his length rubbing against my pussy walls. He had given me no warm up to adjust to his size, so his thickness was stretching me out around him.

“say it. Say your mine.” He said grabbing my neck and continuing to slam into me without mercy. Fuck.. I couldn’t help but love the way he fucked me like he hated me. “I’m— nghh..” I had struggled to get out.

“Tell me y/n say it. I wanna hear it from your dirty little mouth.” He said pushing and holding his cock deep inside of me. “Say it. I’ll give you 3 seconds.” He growled again.

“I’m— I’m yours.. please..” I whined out. He had chuckled again. “And you think I’d believe you?” He said. He started to slam into me again, making the headboard hit the wall. “Who the fuck were you hanging out with?!”

He said continuing to punish my insides. My breath was hitching and it felt so miserable but so damn good. His grip tightened on my throat as he brought his mouth up to my ear. “tell me y/n. I’m not gonna ask again.” He vibrated through his throat

“N—nobody.. nghh..” I moaned. The way he used his length as a weapon got me even wetter right there.

“Nobody? Yeah?!” He said continuing to slam into me. I had felt my legs start to shake and that knot in my stomach build from this almost repeated beating in my tight cunt.

“don’t start fucking shaking on me.” Chris growled holding my legs open. “You like making me jealous?! You like making me mad?!” He growled into my ear again.

The knot in my stomach slowly was getting tighter and tighter. “N—no.. fuck..” I whimpered as I held the wrist of the hand that was holding my throat. “I—I don’t..” I mumbled again.

“Good.. good fucking girl.. and who do you belong do again?— who does this tight little cunt belong to again?” He said bringing his hand on that holding my leg, down to my clit to start rubbing it with his finger.

I felt the knot get really tight as the over stimulation built up. I let out a long and loud moan as he started to rub my sensitive clit furiously. It was too hard to let words out. I simply just brushed my hand on his shirt and poked at him.

He chuckled and kissed my neck as he slowed down his pace. “Good.. you know..” he said. He was preparing to go faster before he felt something unleash onto his tip. I had came. The knot in my stomach broke and I unleashed my cum to coat Chris’ dick.

“Done already ma?” He chuckled as if he hadn’t fucked the sense out of me. “Don’t try that shit with me again. I fucking love you.” He said kissing up my neck again.

“I— love you t—oo..” I said panting and whimpering. But fuck.. he knew how to make me feel good..

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[chukys-mouthguard]

bed chem

how you talk so sweet when you’re doing bad things

1.4K words

featuring -> matt rempe x female reader

genre -> fluff, smut; 18+ minors DNI - mature themes

-> short n’ sweet masterlist

Watching from across the room, you couldn’t help but keep your eyes locked on Matt. Sure, part of that was because he was hard to miss. His giant frame caught everyone’s eye. But it was mostly because you couldn’t shake the thoughts you’d had about him all week long leading up to this night.

The two of you had briefly met a few weeks back, not having much time to talk but exchanging numbers anyways as you had hit it off well. Those text messages went from friendly to flirty, and next thing you knew you were getting shirtless snapchats from Matt that had your mind racing with thoughts that were anything but innocent.

And sure, you’d partaken in sending back some snaps of your own. Just enough to get his mind racing, make him want more. And that he did, both of you did.

Sipping from your solo cup you watched as Matt crossed his arms as he spoke to a group of friends. The way his biceps flexed at the motion, his shirt tightening them as he threw his head back laughing. His smile could make any girl melt, as his thick Canadian accent could be heard above the crowd and the music.

He’d shook his head at something one of the guys said before his eyes finally landed on you. His smirk changed to one that was a bit cocky, as he slightly bit his lip, eyeing you. Excusing himself from the group, Matt slowly made his way through the crowd before he found himself practically chest to chest with you as there wasn’t much room in the kitchen to have a decent conversation.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

Biting your lip you pulled your cup back to your mouth as you took a sip, eyeing him from behind the plastic rim as he was practically undressing you right there with his eyes.

“Having fun?”

“Watching you all night? Absolutely.”

Both of you chuckled as you checked your cup, slightly frowning as you noticed you were all out. Matt took your cup from you, picking up on the situation as he set it down on the counter before taking your hand in his.

“Umm where are we going?”

You questioned but continued on with him, following as he pulled you down the hallway then upstairs.

“You looked thirsty, so I’m gonna help you out.”

Matt winked at you as he led you to an extra bathroom tucked away at the back of the house. Looking over your shoulder you checked to be sure no one saw the two of you, though you were sure this bathroom was not a first or even second choice for partygoers.

“Oh yeah? How you gonna do that Rempe?”

His cocky grin reappeared on his lips as he shut the door behind you, earning a gasp from you as he quickly lifted you up to sit you on the counter.

“Gonna give you what you’ve been thinking about all night.”

His words were firm but his voice was the opposite, the way he could still sound so sweet and innocent while his hands were making their way underneath your shirt. Goosebumps covering your skin as his touch was cold against you, a smirk on his lips as he felt you shiver beneath him.

“No need to be nervous, I don’t bite. Unless you’re into that kind of thing.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his comment, no matter the moment Matt would find a way to crack a joke. Always.

“Matthew, can you ever be serious?”

“Of course…I’m serious when I say I wanna bend you over this counter.”

A cocky smirk made its way across his lips before he grabbed your face, pulling your lips to meet his in a sloppy kiss. Something that the two of you had easily been thinking about all night. The way your tongues clashed as you fought for dominance, your hands tangled in his hair while Matt’s fell to your waist. Quickly pulling your shirt from your frame as he eyed the blue lace bra you’d opted for. Hoping it would get seen by anyone other than yourself, but only wanting Matt to be that “anyone else”.

“You were hoping for this weren’t you? Choosing that bra?”

Matt chuckled as lips found your again, a hand dropping to cup your breast as he could finally take advantage of not being stuck staring at them from his phone screen. The color bra being the one he made known was his favorite from the occasional risqué photos you’d send his way. Obviously making it the only choice to wear for tonight.

“I think you might’ve mentioned liking it..”

Your voice trailed off breathless as Matt’s attention moved to your neck, leaving a trail of soft bites followed by kisses and licks to soothe the skin.

“Like it? I fucking love it.”

His words were laced with his thick Canadian accent, something you’d noticed came out the more excited he’d become. Arching your back into his touch you subconsciously found his crotch pressing against you, his jeans now tighter than before as he had clearly been enjoying the moment.

“Did you put on the matching thong for me too baby girl?”

Your arms wrapped around his neck as he lifted you from the counter, pulling down your jeans in one quick motion to reveal that you did in fact match your panties to the bra. Matt’s eyes filled with desire as he looked down at you, his hand tracing your curves and playing with the lace of the thong as it sat high on your hip.

“So fucking beautiful.”

He pulled you in for one last kiss before turning you around to face the mirror, a cocky grin on his face as he caught you staring while he discarded his jeans, then tossed his tshirt to the side. Your eyes trailing every muscle of his as you watched him, his fingers gripping your ass before pulling the string of your thong to the side. Teasing you ever so slightly as they slid up your slit to feel how wet you’d gotten for him.

“Mmm, glad to see you’re enjoying this.”

Part of you wanted to tell to cut the shit and fuck you already, but you had to admit you liked the way he admired your body. The way he was still sweet and charming while having you bent over the bathroom counter at a party.

He soon replaced his fingers with his cock, sliding it up and down your folds as the two of you moaned in unison. Each taking a deep breath as he slowly thrust himself inside you, his grip firm on your hips as he cursed at how tight you were.

“Holy shit.”

“I could say the same for you.”

You shot him a wink in the mirror as you held the counter, catching your breath as you adjusted to his size before urging him to continue.

His thrusts had picked up their pace with your go ahead, the sounds of sex filling the bathroom as you tried to contain your moans. The two you almost in perfect rhythm as you did your best to meet his thrusts as you pushed back against him, only causing a slew of expletives to pour from Matt.

“Fuck you feel so good baby. Come ride me.”

Matt pulled himself from you, immediately grabbed your chin to pull you in for a kiss, the two of you chuckling at the other as you fought for dominance.

Matt scanned the bathroom, realizing it wasn’t the ideal place for the position he was trying for. Settling for sitting on the edge of the bathtub in hopes that you two could make it work.

“You’re kidding?”

“Come on, I’ll help you out, don't worry.”

His voice was slightly whiny as he reached for your hand and pulled into him, a hand smacking your ass before helping to guide your thigh over his lap. Then following suit with the other.

“Matt, this is gonna hurt, my knees on a fucking bathtub?”

He threw his head back in defeat as he sighed, realizing you were right.

“Fuck…you’re right. Did you drive here?”

He looked up at you with a devilish grin as you nodded, slightly confused at the question.

“Yes, but I’ve been drinking. We both have, neither one of us can drive.”

Matt quickly gathered up his clothes, helping you to find yours as he shook his head.

“Who said anything about driving? Would the front seat or the back seat be more comfortable for you baby?”

[hearts4hughes]

green-eyed boy | jack hughes

jack hughes x fem!reader

summary: in which jack’s jealousy takes control of him when you grow closer to an old friend.

note: this is so rushed and short, but i was in need of some jealousy jack on this rainy monday. i apologize for any mistakes in the writing, i wrote this whole watching the bruins’ game tonight.

jealousy had consumed him, and he wasn't afraid to admit it. it all began with seemingly insignificant occurrences, like you exchanging texts and snapchats with your old friend, dominic. gradually, it escalated into something more significant—breakfasts, morning calls, and inside jokes. despite its innocent nature, it all remained purely platonic. after all, dominic was only in town for the week, and you wished to maximize your time together.

but for jack, it felt like torment. each mention of dominic's name triggered a surge of his insecurities. he trusted you unquestionably, yet he couldn't help but feel a growing sense of irritation at having to share your attention.

"hey, baby." jack greeted, taking note of your smiley face. "whatcha laughing at?"

"oh nothing," you dismissed. he furrowed his brows, lips forming a small pout. "just an inside joke with dom."

jack rolled his eyes, and you couldn't help but furrow your brows. "so he's 'dom' now. didn't realize that," he mumbled, more to himself than to you.

you exchanged a puzzled glance with jack, sensing that something was amiss. his jealousy was becoming more apparent with each passing day.

"jack, is something bothering you?" you asked, genuinely concerned.

he averted his gaze, his irritation evident. "nah, it's nothing," he muttered, crossing his arms defensively.

"oh, i know what it is!" you teased, "someone's a little jealous."

jack's eyes narrowed, his lips pressing into a tight line. he refused to acknowledge your playful taunt.

you couldn't help but push a little further, your playfulness mixing with a hint of concern. "come on, jack, don't be like that. you know there's no reason to be jealous. it's just dominic, and i love you."

instead of responding, jack turned away, his stubborn silence filling the air. he gave you the silent treatment, which was a tactic he sometimes used when his emotions got the better of him.

you sighed and decided it was time to change your approach. you slid closer to him, gently tracing your fingers along his arm. "okay, i get it. you're not in the mood to talk right now."

jack remained silent but didn't move away from your touch.

you leaned in closer, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. "you know i love you, right?"

jack's shoulders seemed to relax ever so slightly, but he still avoided eye contact.

your teasing had brought a playful twist to this situation, but you knew it was essential to reassure jack. you traced your fingertips along his jawline, turning his face to meet your gaze. "jack, you're the only one i want, and nothing's going to change that. dominic's just a friend, but you, you're my love."

finally, jack couldn't resist the warmth in your eyes and the sincerity in your words. he met your gaze, and his icy demeanor began to melt away. "i know, y/n. i just can't help it sometimes. it's silly, i know."

you grinned and pecked his lips gently. "it's not silly, it's cute. it's hot when you get jealous, but remember, i'm all yours."

jack's pout turned into a sly smirk. “you think i’m hot?” his voice was smug. it seemed like he had gotten over his mini-fit.

“i think you're more than hot, baby.” you played into his ego. his face flushed as it dropped into the crook of your neck, planting wet kisses along your jawline. you giggled, allowing your hands to entangle with his locks, tugging gently as he sucked on your sweet spot.

“i’m so lucky to have you.” his breath was hot in your ear. your lips curved up into a goofy grin. “now, let me show you how much you mean to me.” his tone was sultry and his hand dropped to your waist, repositioning into his lap.

[eccentricallygothic]

YOU KNOW PARTY GIRL? The fix you wrote with ari? 😭😭 it was SOO good OML..

I was wondering if you could make a tiny little imagine if that version of ari caught you running away to get out of punishment 🤭🤭

First of all, thank you so much for reading and enjoying Party Girl, I appreciate you popping in here to give me your sweet feedback! Now, of course I can do that. Punishment and bratting are my top kinks! I am aware this is rather late but I really hope you still enjoy!

Sorry Brat

Warning(s): Ddlg, power imbalance, Daddy!Ari, Baby!You, m!dom, f!sub, couple tussling, running kink, chase kink, minor spanking, allusions to corporal punishment, manhandling, Ari is a giant, age gap, pet names.

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"Oh, yes" much to your horror, Ari took your phone out from his other pocket now. "Your phone, how could I forget?" Unlocking the screen showing a picture of you two cuddled up on a camping trip, Ari tapped on your Snapchat app. "I am so proud of you for following all your rules and studying hard yesterday, baby" he said as he tapped through your many stories from last night before swiping to story settings to find him crossed out.  

You tried to speak but no words came out. How could they? When you had just been caught red handed like this? Ari wasn't stupid and the evidence of your delinquency laid right there in his huge palm.

So you did the only thing your mind deemed appropriate in the moment.

Wordlessly spinning towards the first route of escape you could calculate in this moment, it being the space between the large couch -that he was seated on- and the single seater placed beside it in a L shaped fashion, you pushed away the arm he had around your waist before you took off. 

Ari chuckled softly at your unrelenting audacity before he spread his muscular legs as he leaned back against the cushion after placing your phone on the coffee table. He turned his face in the direction you had dashed in, snaking his fingers through his luscious brown locks before he called out to you.  

“Really?” The male pushed the silky hair away from his face. “Let’s see how far you can get this time around, little bunny” yes, this wasn't the first time you had pulled this stunt. It was stupid. Because you already knew it was a futile attempt; a losing game before it had even begun. 

The first time you had done this, Ari had told you that he was inevitable before he had made you cry on his knee. With each spank he has assured you that you could never escape him. 

Not really. 

Ari sighed as he pushed his giant form off the couch and stood up to his full height, which was only a few inches shy of 7’. “Now that you have chosen to go about it like this, you better make sure I never find you, little girl” if not for the hellfire that was sure to be unleashed on your scared little ass upon getting caught, his words would have excited you.

Your heart thumped in your chest as you slowly peeked with one eye to see where he was. The apartment wasn't too big and your roommates' rooms were occupied. So that left you with the kitchen that was opposite of the little hallway where your rooms were and on the other side of the living room. 

As you saw Ari's huge form move about the main room with faux ignorance of your whereabouts, you felt like kicking yourself. You were such an idiot. First you had pissed him off by breaking his rules and then had lied about it, next you had chosen to away from him only to do so in a direction from where you couldn't even move anywhere else.

You facepalmed at your own stupidity before you scrambled forwards when he went to the kitchen just for the fun of it and looked there. That allowed you the time to hurriedly crawled to the couches and hide behind one. Ari had literally seen you run to your room, so staying there just wasn't an option anymore. As a result, you had no choice but come into the heart of the danger; the living room.

“Here, little bunny, come out, come out wherever you are~” Ari loved it when you put up a bratty little fight. That was why he was enjoying this. Because crushing and beating that rebellious resolve out of you -or rather, your ass- when he finally caught you was the best part for him. And Ari always caught you. So this useless little revolt from you made the catharsis of his rage even more satisfying.

It was like hunting game for slaughter. 

You had to press your palm to your mouth to mute your panting when he returned to the living room, a devilish smirk on his face as he walked with a slow and heavy foot, ripped arms held behind his back.

“Maybe she's here…” He ducked under a table and swished away the net drape that covered it. A cruel, deep chuckle left him when he didn't find you there. “Or… maybe here!” You jumped from the force he used to push the coats hanging on the livingroom coat hanger away. His shoulders shook in silent mirth when he didn't find you there as well.

The more Ari moved around the room, the more you followed suit from behind the couches, watching him with risky peeks every now and then to make sure you were still undetected.

“Ah!” Ari exclaimed when he approached the beginning of the hallway leading to your room. “That must be it!” You felt momentary relief wash over you as you lowered yourself behind the couch from where you were raised on your haunches. Placing a hand over your erratic heart, you sighed as quietly as you could manage and wiped your forehead with the back of your hand.

Taking a quick glance in the direction of the kitchen, you willed your tired mind to work. Ari had already checked it. So perhaps you could hide in there. And just maybe, by some miracle, the next time you’d see Ari some of his anger would have subsided. 

Yes, it couldn't be denied due to ample proof that doing stuff like this only sunk you into more trouble, but the almighty what if was a comfort in times of your self-inflicted anxieties.

Eyeing the kitchen, you raised yourself back up and placed your palm against the back of the couch to peek behind him one last time before you'd make your move. That was it. That was how you were going to make it out of this. Yes. It was a decent plan if you said so yourself.

But then…

“Hi” Ari's grin was nothing short of pure evil and your eyes widened as you gasped loudly when you finally looked only to come face to face with your pursuer. His huge form was hunched over the couch, causing him to appear as a cunning hawk, and you realized just now that he had become quiet– too quiet a short while ago. Your body went flying backwards in a defensive shock, everything went in slow motion, you spun around once more as a last ditch effort but alas! 

There was only so much luck a little girl could have.

“Oh, no!” Your smaller legs kicked furiously in the air as Ari scooped you up from behind by your underarms and effortlessly brought you to himself over the couch. Everything clicked back into motion in the present moment, breaking your mental state of slow motion. 

“Oh, yes” mock laced his tone as he sat down and threw you over his lap, giving you an initiating spank to get you to buck up.

You had a long day ahead of you.

[jrswritings]

Tingles and Giggles - Chapter Three - Tyler Owens x Reader

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Chapter Three - Wildflowers

It was the next morning in your small motel room, the sun starting to peek through the curtains that were half-assed pulled over the window. Today was the day and you weren’t sure how you felt about it, since some of the stirred emotions last night were from the whiskey. Were you still excited to go out and do something different but with Tyler Owens? He was quite the eye candy, but what if Finn was right and Tyler would just hurt you in the end? 

You laid out like a starfish in the cozy bed, not wanting to leave the warmth of the covers. Sighing to yourself and glancing at your watch that proudly showed 6:56 am, even on days off you couldn’t sleep in. You pushed up on your elbows to sit up and lean against the headboard which was colder than expected and sent shivers down your spine. You rubbed the sleepiness out of your eyes and flung the covers off your legs to immediately regret the decision as the room was chilly for the middle of summer in Oklahoma, and you decided to sleep with shorts on. 

There was no turning back now, the heat was lost from the bed and wouldn’t be recovered until tonight when you crawled back in. You slid to the edge of the mattress then pushed yourself up and headed to the bathroom to start your usual morning routine. 

Once you finished, you walked back to the loveseat in the corner of the room where your suitcase sprawled out with a pile of your dirty clothes next to it. You only packed one or two nicer outfits when you were chasing since you would usually get soaked and dirty. You pulled out your nicer light blue jeans with a few stylish cuts on the knee and thighs, a coral pink dress top, and a pair of black cowboy boots. 

After changing into your attire for the day, you went back to the bathroom and looked at yourself in the mirror. You sighed and rubbed your face, it looked like you hadn’t slept in weeks. 

“If he didn’t like what he saw, he wouldn’t have asked,” you mumbled to yourself, trying to boost your confidence. On storm chasing trips you never brought any makeup, why would you when the weather would just smear everything? You turned the sink on getting your fingers damp and fluffing your (y/h/c) and then put it into a French braid which was a workout you weren’t expecting to do this early in the morning. 

By the time you were done, it was about 7:45. You sat on the edge of the bed and unplugged your phone from its charger, half expecting to see a message from Tyler, but it was just Facebook and Snapchat notifications. Shoving your phone in your back pocket and grabbing the small gray over-the-shoulder clutch you used for a purse when going somewhere instead of lugging around your usual one which has a lot of storm-chasing stuff in it, you grabbed your room key and headed out the front door. 

As you locked it behind you, the door opened in the room to the left of you. Not knowing who was on the left, as Asher and Finn shared the room to the right, you glanced over to give a nonchalant ‘good morning’ to whoever it was. 

Before you could even say a word, you saw it was Tyler who was dressed in a white shirt, red flannel over top, his normal blue jeans, cowboy boots, belt and belt buckle which was larger than Texas, and his signature cowboy hat. 

“Well, good morning, gorgeous,” he said, leaning against the frame of his door and looking over at you. 

“Good morning, Ty,” you said softly, “What caused you to stir up so early?” 

“Couldn’t sleep any longer, t’was too excited for today,” he said with a big smile, “What about you?” 

“Oh, I’m usually always up around 7 and out the door by 7:45, no matter what day it is or the circumstances,” you said, turning and heading towards the stairs. You didn’t want it to seem like you were losing sleep over him, heaven knows what he would do if he found out you couldn’t fall asleep until after midnight thinking about him and how the day would go. 

Without paying much attention to the stairs, you somehow forgot that morning dew was a thing and metal was usually covered in it. You slipped on your first step and as soon as you started to go backward, you felt two arms catch you and the addicting smell of Tyler flooding your nose; this time without as much rain and sweat smell. This was not how you wanted the day to start, but at least he caught you so your butt didn’t get wet. 

“Careful there, little lady,” he said, helping you steady yourself, “I don’t think the Storm Riders would take too kind to me if they found out you broke your rear goin’ out to breakfast with me.” 

“I don’t think I would either,” you said, grabbing onto the railing and making your way down the rest of the stairs with Tyler right behind you. 

“Do you want to walk over to JoAnn’s or take Ol Red?” He asked, holding the keys up with the various key chains he had collected. 

“I’m going to walk, I don’t care how you get there,” you said, starting to walk down the street to JoAnn’s Whirlwind diner. In reality, as much as you wanted to just drive there, you needed a few minutes to gather your thoughts and pull yourself together; secretly wishing he would drive there and leave you alone for a minute. 

“You go on in and grab us a booth, I’ll be there in a few, I’m going to fill up Ol Red over at Cyclone Gas and Go,” he said, motioning over to the opposite way you were heading. 

“Will do, cowboy!” You called behind you, continuing to walk down the sidewalk. The warm morning sun felt wonderful on your face and body after still being chilled from escaping the covers. You pulled your sunglasses down to the bridge of your nose and pushed a stray piece of hair behind your ear before crossing the street at the only stop light in town. 

Behind you, his truck roared to life, the radio blaring ‘Fishing in the Dark’ by the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band from the day before. 

“Jesus Christ!” Tyler shouted, immediately turning the radio down. You turned your head and saw Tyler rubbing his ears slightly, then glancing around to see if anyone saw. You giggled and turned before he saw you, at least you both had embarrassing moments this morning. 

Opening the diner door, you were greeted with a warm ‘Good morning, Honey!’ from one of the main waitresses, Cindy. She was always so welcoming and energetic. 

“Good morning, Cindy!” You called, heading over to the corner booth where you usually hid yourself in the mornings to watch people. 

“Coffee and water with a lemon, (Y/n)?” The other waitress, Jenny, asked, walking by your table. 

“Yes please,” you said, “There will be someone joining me today, so if you could bring menus over I’d appreciate it.” 

“Absolutely!” Jenny said, walking behind the counter and filling up one of their signature blue mugs with a tornado and their branding on it with coffee. 

She came over and sat your drinks down in front of you, along with menus and silverware. You grabbed a couple of the little cup creamers and a sugar packet, dumping them into your coffee and stirring it gently. 

“Thank you, Jenny,” you said, smiling at her. 

“Just flag us down when your friend gets here,” she said, walking off to another table. 

You pulled your phone out and opened Snapchat, opening the few snaps from your team and surprisingly Dani from the Wranglers. You tap on the chat and see it’s a photo of you and Tyler dancing from last night. Remembering the night's events and how calm you felt while slowly dancing with him made you smile. You saved the picture in the chat and messaged her back, ‘Thanks for sending this! I’m not sure who taught him how to dance, but they did well, haha!’ 

You sat your phone down next to your purse beside your thigh, grabbed your coffee cup, and held it to your mouth taking in its heat. While taking a sip of the warm liquid, the bells above the door rang throughout the diner. You glanced up to see Tyler strolling in with one hand behind his back and the other taking his hat off. You watched him scan the tables looking for you, giving a courteous slight wave to signal where you were. As soon as he saw you, it was like his whole face lit up with excitement like a kid in a candy store. 

He walked over, setting his hat down on the seat, and slid in across from you, one hand still behind him. 

“What are you hiding there, Owens?” You asked, taking a sip of your coffee. As if on cue, he pulled out a bouquet of wildflowers tied together with a white bow. 

“Just some beautiful flowers for an even more beautiful woman,” he said smiling, “I’d lie and say I picked them myself but there were a couple of little kids selling them outside the gas station and I couldn’t help myself.”

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[venuiscmind]

Forgiveless.

nasty backshots brainrot and blurb!! w.c 0.8K

smoking, spit play, sub and dom dynamics, rough sex, mean dom!ellie, strap on sex (r! recieving), strap sucking, spanking overstimulation, multiple orgasms, weed, degradation, praise, hair pulling, snapchat recording on ellie's phone.

read this, and this, this too, this as well.

Ellie thinks she sometimes forgets to be gentle with you.

She feels it and thinks about it in the back of her mind as she pulls on your wrist leading you through the crowd of a party or to a seat. She thinks about it when she pulls out a joint for you both to smoke.

Gentle this time Ellie, she says watching with red eyes as she sees you blow a ring of smoke in her face before taking another hit.

Thirty minutes later she's leaning her body against the headboard, one arm behind her head, the other is pushing your head down the clear, dark blue tinted silicone attached to her hips by dark, shiny leather, watching you choke slightly and slobber over her cock.

Moments ago she had warned you to "watch your fuckin' hands" as you hummed and pressed yourself closer to her, palming at the bulge on her crotch.

You hadn't listened and that was how you found yourself on your knees sucking on the strap. You pulled yourself up, onto your elbows to take a deep gasp and close your eyes bracing yourself for what you knew was coming.

You felt Ellie reach and grasp at the locks on top of your head, gripping them to form a makeshift ponytail, push you back and spit directly into your pursed lips.

"Get back on my fucking dick. Right now."

You looked up at her, her spit running down your lips, some on your cheeks from your previous breaks. Eyes red, pupils blown but focused on you and chest rising and falling quickly in her black wifebeater.

You looked at the phone in her hand, filming everything on snapchat.

When you don't move she clicks her tongue, slapping her cock agaisnt your cheeks making you close your eyes on instinct until she stops to smear her mess all alomg your lips and face. She stopped, releasing the silicone and letting it fall against your forehead.

You were confused as to why she had stopped.

"Els?

She looked down at you, stroking your cheeks with her thumb, letting you kiss her hand and place wet sloppy smooches against her palm.

"I've got an idea."

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You sobbed, gripping the sheets in front of you as you felt Ellie grip your hips and tug you back closer to her. She kneeled down kisses your neck as she slowed her thrusts to speak into your ear.

"Where are you running off to? Hm?" Ellie kissed the shell of your ears as she pressed herself into your body, pinning you down.

She kept her pace, pulling out fully beofre slamming herself into you. She pushed herself up, brushing the hairs that were falling down her face back, raking her fingers through her hair.

You squeal as you feel her starting again, hitting that spongy spot that caused your toes to curl and your thoughts to melt. She was stretching you open, you could hear the slick bubbles that had been squealching since she had first pushed in.

You're taking it, barely up on your knees with your eyes in your skull, and mouth rolling open as she pulls youir hair into a ponytail to listen to you as you groan with each bruise she adds to your organs and cervix.

She presses a hand to your lower back as she feels you trying to get away again. "Nope. No running. You were beggin' for this earlier so you can take it now."

You could feel the ring of cum building around the base of her strap and could feel yourself leaking all aroound it to as she bumped against you. This made the sloppiest, and filthiest sounds which bounced against the walls of Ellie's dorm and would result in another noise complaint.

Ellie, who had been fucking into you for the past hours had been on the same level as you. She could feel her slick dripping past the hem of her briefs. She huffed into the air, looking up at the ceiling for a minute. It was too much. Hearing the noises you and your pussy had been making as well as all the friction. She swore she could feel you around her and nothing would convince her otherwise.

You mewled as she stopped and you started pushing back against her. She felt you reach around to find her hand, which she gripped back.

Fuck she loved you.

She pulled you back and forth watching as that familiar feeling gripped your stomch and made you shake as you fucked yourself against her strap.

"Yeah? You gonna get yourself off on me baby?" Ellie asked, picking up her phone again to capture her smacking and gripping your ass and watching your pussy and eyes flutter as you came around her.

"Yeah- yes, fuck i'm cummin' Ellie" You whimpered as you shivered while moving your hips as you felt the warmth spread to the rest of your body.

"Good fucking girl, keep fucking yourself for me, jus' like that baby.

She watched as the tears dripped down your face and you came on Ellie's strap. She huffed and groaned as she felt herself tighten and clamp around nothing as she felt her orgasm wash over her.

Your knees gave out at that point and you slumped onto your tummy and elbows. Ellie, put the phone down, slipping out of you as she curled up next to you.

"Wanna smoke again?"

You paused at the question before letting out an airy and light giggle.

You took in her flushed face, grin on her face and hairs sticking to her forehead.

"Yeah, I do."

[gay-wh0re-slut]

rhea smut where rhea and reader get into a petty argument (that's not even serious they're both just stubborn) and they decide instead of arguing they take their anger/tension out on eachother by fucking? (this is really just an excuse for bottom rhea again...)

omg yes i can bc im a stubborn ass bitch too hahahaha

(((also sorry this has taken me so long to do but thank you for the request <3)))

Bath Time

rhea x fem!reader

content: rhea flashes her big blue eyes… oh SHES GETTING IT and by getting it i mean fingering, oral, slight edging, hot sexy times

You hear the front door open, footsteps and two sets paws clacking on the hard wood floor, door closing and locking back. Sitting on the kitchen counter eating some cereal, Rhea finally comes into view, unhooking Barry and Luna from their leashes.

“Oh,” she said a little shocked, “good morning!”

“Morning, love,” you kicked your feet slightly. “How was the walk?”

“The weather was so nice, but because of the rain last night there were…some puddles,” she pointed at Barry.

You look to the terrier and see that his paws and legs were covered with dirt. Your mouth dropped but quickly closed once you looked at Luna, she was completely dry, typical.

“I tried to wipe him off as best I could before we came in but he just thought I was playing with him,” her big shoulders shrugged.

“Of course,” you giggled, “well it is your turn to give him a bath.”

It took her a second to process what you said as she was putting the leashes on the hooks by the garage door, “w-what?”

“I did it last time he got all gross, so it’s your turn,” you repeated.

“No no no no, I specifically remember him splashing the hell outta me because I had to take an extra long time getting the mud off of him from the last time it poured down and we let him out the back,” she walked towards you with her hands on her hips. Her booty shorts, big tshirt and little messy bun weren’t helping her look scary.

You took your last bite and put the bowl in the sink, “no that was the time before mine because I have snapchat memory proof of the last time he took a bath because I did it. He was doing surprisingly well so I decided to take a bubble picture, remember?”

She thought for a split second, “no, that was before the fiasco happened when I was doing it. I had to pee so bad that I asked you to watch him and then he got too excited to see me again that he jumped in the water!”

You could tell she was getting a little frustrated but you knew you were right. “Yes, I remember that, but I gave him a bath when you were at a show. I posted it on my instagram stories too, Dom even said ‘wow he’s acting right for once!’ So I for sure did it last time, so it’s definitely your turn,” you crossed your arms in satisfaction, thinking you finally won.

She bowed her head and squeezed the bridge of her nose, “I don’t remember that.”

“Well, it’s true,” you leaned your hands on the counter, kicking your feet again as you leaned into her gaze, hoping that she would give in anyway, even though you were definitely correct.

She finally looked at you, “don’t look at me like that,” she huffed.

You bit your lip ever so slightly, “like what? I’m not doing anything!” You knew exactly what you were doing.

She sighed as she looked at the ceiling. You knew it was hard for her to get mad at you because you never did anything wrong in her eyes. She looked back down at you and finally pushed her way between your legs, “baby,” she said in her gravelly voice.

“Noooo, don’t do that,” you stopped her almost immediately.

“Baby,” her hands grazed along your outer thighs as she looked up at you, “please, I’ll do… the dishes for the week or take out the trash or-”

“Stop it,” it was hard to tell her no because of the overwhelming power she had over you but you couldn’t let her win this time, “you know I’m right or you wouldn’t be doing this,” you avoided eye contact because if you did look at her eyes, it would be over.

“Oh c’mon,” her tattooed hands slowly moved up your torso under your shirt, “we can take a shower after.”

Still refusing to look at her, “I can take a shower by myself, thank you.”

“But it would be so much better if I was with you,” her nails were gently scratching at your back sending chills down your spine, “c’mon,” she whispered, “look at me.”

You crossed your arms and looked up at the ceiling dramatically with a big sigh, “no, because this happens every time, but I’m winning this one,” you huffed.

She left soft kisses on your arms, but you pulled away, only after letting her get a few in.

“You know it’s your turn or you wouldn’t be acting this way and you know it!”

Her soft growl came through, “why won’t you look at me?” completely ignoring what you have been saying.

“I can’t, Rhea,” you said annoyed, “and you know that.”

She let that sit in the air for a minute thinking of what to say next. Though you weren’t looking at her directly you could tell that she was seething and it made you feel satisfied. Even though it was a little toxic, you loved when she got upset because that either meant that she put you in your place or you got your way. You didn’t let this happen often though because then you knew that would be too much, but when it did, it was so fun.

Tricking you, one of her hands gently slid out from under your shirt and glided up your chest, to your shoulder, to the back of your neck, but then the mood quickly changed when she flung her hand around grabbed your face forcefully, pulling your head down to finally look at her.

“Let’s make a deal,” her eyes flashed dark, staring into yours.

Your heart pounded as she pulled you closer, unfolding your arms to brace yourself on the counter. You were about to speak but she started again.

“Whoever…finishes first, has to give him a bath,” an evil grin grew on her face.

“And what does that mean?” you asked knowing exactly what that meant.

“Don’t act like you don’t know,” her grip tightened slightly.

You pulled your head out of her grip by grabbing her wrist and squeezing it, causing her to loosen her fingers. You yanked her closer to you looking down at her, which you never got to do because she was a bit taller than you, and gave her an evil grin back, “You can’t even last a second under me.”

Her facial expression changed immediately when you pulled her closer to you, scared but intrigued. Her eyes widened at your dig, but quickly changed back to sinful, “I could say the same about you, princess,” she gave you a wicked grin as she yanked back her arm.

“I’d like to see you try,” you growled.

She took a deep breath, glaring back at you. In what seemed like half of a second, she pulled your hips towards her and picked you up off the counter. She flung you over her shoulder, fireman style, and carried you to the bedroom. You gently writhed and kicked as she walked through the house but she smacked your ass to calm you down…it didn’t help.

Once inside the room she closed the door to keep the dogs out, then turned around and slammed you on the bed. It literally took your breath away but you didn’t care. She ripped her shirt off and threw into oblivion as she crawled on top of you, immediately starting to kiss over your body. You loved when she touched you no matter what kind, but you knew you couldn’t let this go on for long.

So you let her go for a minute longer, letting her think that the small moans and sighs were a sign of you losing the bet. Taking a deep breath and gathering all your strength, you pushed her to the side of you and climbed on top of her. Blue eyes widened at the sudden change. “Don’t think you’re winning this one, Ripley,” you knew she could never back down from a challenge.

“Wanna bet?” she said right before flipping you back over to the first position.

You grunted in disappointment because obviously she was stronger than you. She went back to leaving a trail of gentle kisses on your exposed skin as her hands found the hem of your shirt, pulling it up slowly, teasing you.

It was working, and you hated it. You were going to win. But…you also loved it so you reveled in it for a little while, letting her cherish you before you ultimately took over. She carefully pulled your arms causing you to sit up, then quickly took your shirt off throwing it into the same oblivion. Landing one of her hands on your now bare shoulder as the other gripped your hair, pulling your head to one side exposing your neck. You swore you saw her eyes turn red as she dove into you, nipping and sucking at your skin.

Gentle moans and whimpers asking for more fell out of you with ease. The hand on your shoulder moved down to your breast, tightly squeezing it before moving to your chest to push you back down with a little force. You huffed as you landed, looking up at her. Her strong tattooed legs straddling your hips, her chest heaving quickly as she looked over you as if she was going to eat you alive. She raked a hand through her hair, licking her teeth. An evil smile grew on her face, you could’ve folded right then but you didn’t, you can’t let her win.

“You look so…helpless,” she whispered almost laughing.

Your brow furrowed at her as your eyes squinted in fake anger, knowing she didn’t actually mean it, she just wanted to get a rise out of you. She did this often when she wanted you to fight back. And you loved it.

“Aw, did that hit a nerve?”

“Never,” you said but caught her by surprise as you hooked a leg around the front of her torso and pushed her back as you sat up copying her pose above her. She looked genuinely shocked that you could do that.

“Where the fuck did you learn that?” her voice was shaky. You got her.

“Watching you,” you said nonchalantly. Finally you were in charge, but surprisingly, she didn’t stop you.

You genuinely didn’t think you would get this far though you had all that confidence, so you hesitated for a second before you decided on what to do next. You cupped her face, gently caressing it with your thumb which led to you gliding it over her lips. She voluntarily opened her mouth, giving you the idea to put it in, “close,” was all you needed to say and she followed orders. Her tongue swirled over your finger with her piercing clinking on your nail, followed by her giving it a good suck. Finally letting her go, she opened her mouth letting it fall out gently sliding off of her tongue.

Wiping your thumb in the process, you traced your hand down the center of her chest. Once it reached her tight sports bra, you caressed one of her breasts, toying with her piercing underneath. Now both hands were tugging at the elastic trying to get it off.

“Oh please,” she huffed as she sat up and took it off for you throwing it to the other clothing, “better?” as she laid back down.

“Someone’s eager to lose,” you cooed.

“Watch your mouth, princess. I’m just letting you get some licks in before I take over,” she rolled her eyes.

“As if you don’t like when I’m on top,” you squinted.

“Shut up,” was all she could say. You knew you were right, as much as she liked being the dominant one, she loved being taken care of once in a while.

You rolled your eyes in response as you dive down to her chest. You began leaving sloppy kisses all over her now bare skin. You traced your tongue up her chest to her neck, ending at her ear. You gave it a small bite, “now look who’s helpless,” you whispered. You gave a good bite on her neck causing her to whine loudly, grabbing at your hips for support.

You chuckled at her response. Going down once more, leaving a trail of kisses, nips and bites, you shimmied your hips further down her legs as you went. Listening to her small but deep moans could send you over the edge easily but you didn’t dare to venture that far.

As you snuck your way down her toned torso, you grabbed the waistband of her black booty shorts and dragged them down with you. She voluntarily lifted her hips letting you pull them off of her. You struggled a bit because of how tight they were but she didn’t seem to mind too much.

You hummed at the sight of her, “you’re so pretty.” The pace so far was intense and fast but as soon as those shorts hit the floor and you saw her sprawled in front of you, a switch went off in your hand to slow things down.

“You’d look prettier with your face between my legs,” she blurted out above you. Shocked at what she said but also a little pleased.

“Oh so eager,” you caressed your hands up her tattooed thighs slowly. Taking your sweet time, sometimes dragging your nails on her skin just to watch the goosebumps form. You got very close to her center more than a few times but didn’t want to give her that satisfaction just yet. You took one last trip around the skin of her legs before forcing them open. You situated yourself on your knees between her strong legs that could choke you out at any second, but that wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing, you thought.

“Please do something before I take over. You’re not gonna win at this pace,” she scoffed out of fake boredom.

“So you know I’m right!”

“N-no, that’s not what I said, I sai-”

“No I heard you, don’t worry though, I’m still gonna win no matter what,” you giggled as you finally dove down to pick up the pace again. Without any warm up or the chance for her to give you a snarky comment in response you swiped your tongue up her center.

“Fuck!” her back arched for a split second.

You let out a soft chuckle. Repositioning yourself on your stomach and slinking your arms under her beefy thighs for leverage, you continued to lap at her core. Her hands for their way to your head gripping at your hair. “You should really let me do this more often,” you kissed her thigh looking up at her writhing. The sight of her was so pleasing.

“Shut up!” she snarled but you loved it. She pushed you further into her, wanting more.

You were surprised that she was helping you win because you both knew this was a game but deep down, you knew how to play it better than her. You’ve studied for this, worked your way around her likes and dislikes. You wanted- no, needed to win just to prove that you were right.

As you were lapping her up and thinking of all the ways to get her to finish quicker, she suddenly yanked your hair up forcing you to crawl on top of her, “Ooww! What’re you doing?” you winced.

“Not letting you win,” she breathed before slamming her lips against yours to prevent you from talking back. Of course you easily fell into it. Unfortunately, she took the opportunity and whipped you back around onto the bed as she hopped on top of you. She pinned your arms above your head with one hand as she grazed the other hand up your stomach, between your breasts, finally locking it in place on your neck. “You know I’m going to win, so why don’t you just give up now, princess? Make it easier for both of us,” her eyes twinkled.

You huffed at her knowing that the pet name always got to you, “bite me.”

She was mad for a split second before her expression turned wicked, “whatever you say,” as she dove down to your neck and began to sink her teeth into you.

“Shit,” you whined as you tried to release yourself from her godly grip. You loved it too much, you needed her to stop but also… you didn’t.

She continued to nip and bite where she pleased until she was satisfied, “oops,” she said slyly looking at the marks she left.

She finally let go of your hands but didn’t let go of your throat. One of your hands found her wrist while the other landed on her thigh that was keeping you down. You tried to wriggle your way out from under her but she refused. Her free hand snuck its way under your waist band, teasing as if she would go farther as if she forgot about the game.

“You’re not gonna win at this rate,” you copied her from earlier.

“Don’t,” she tightened her grip on your neck, “mock me, babygirl. I’m just getting started,” she chuckled as she finally released your throat. She gave you an evil grin before she shuffled off of you and almost actually ripped your booty shorts and underwear off of you.

You bounced on the bed from the force, “damn!”

“Chill,” she huffed jokingly. Without hesitation she immediately shoved her hand between your thighs and began to circle your clit and hard.

You arched your back in response slamming your fists on the bed, “damn!” You said in a more needy tone than before. Whimpers fell out of you with ease, it was so hard for you to hold them back.

She continued her motion while diving onto your nipple with her skilled mouth, sucking and twirling her tongue just right. Your hands tangled themselves in her hair. Unfortunately, with this fast pace and extra stimulation, you’ve never been closer to finishing this fast before. As much as it pained you, you pushed her head away and sat up to face her. Her hand below stopped its motion.

“What? What’s wrong?!” she looked genuinely concerned.

“I can’t let you win,” as you pushed her down onto her back so that now your heads were at the foot of the bed.

“So I was close to winning,” she exclaimed

“Barely,” you lied. You crawled back down her tan body hoping to continue what you started before, and surprisingly she let you.

But this time you amped it up. As your tongue flicked about her center, with her writhing above you, you easily slipped your middle finger inside of her. A loud moan filled the room, satisfying you. You smiled into her core as you gently began to pump your finger in and out of her. Slowly increasing your pace as time went on, your tongue working its magic and her moans filling the room louder and louder, you knew she wouldn’t be able to last much longer.

Surprisingly, she didn’t stop you this time. You finalized your pace and kept it steady, swirling your tongue on her clit, you couldn’t wait to win.

“GOD… FUCK!” She screamed as she arched her back so hard she almost levitated off the bed. Her muscles were clenching around your finger, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head…you won.

You continued your motions until she finally came down from her high. You slowly removed your hand from her as you took one last long lick to clean her up. She shivered pulling your head up from below. You made eye contact with her as you sucked your finger clean, crawling back on top of her. You sat your happy self down on her hips watching her chest rise and fall, letting her catch her breath.

“I win,” you snarled with a wicked grin.

“Best two out of three,” she breathed.

You thought for a minute, “Bring it.”

[byechristopher]

can u do a fic where chris and reader are dating but reader gets insecure because she sees all these old pics and vids of chris with this girl he used to be with but they talk about it and they say to each other they're in love for the first time this is bad sorry but i'm lowkey sad and need this

Trust Me.

– CHRIS STURNIOLO FLUFF.

Author's note: Hey there, thank you for the request! Now, I didn't know how to bring up the old photos, so y e s, I used snapchat memories (happened to me, so..). I hope you like it either way. 🤍 Do not copy/steal my work. :)

Warnings: None, sliiight angst. Did not proofread!

Usually, I'm not one to stare at people, but when it comes to Chris, I can never resist, even when he's doing the simplest tasks. We've only been dating for a couple of months, and while I wouldn't label myself as "obsessed," I find myself captivated by him.

My thoughts are interrupted by Chris (not that I mind) as I sit on the pavement, and he bends over to gently kiss the top of my head, his hands cupping my cheeks. I smile and grasp his hands, looking up at him to see his beautiful smile.

"Beautiful day today, huh?" he says, sitting down beside me, his head tilted back, soaking in the sunshine.

I gaze at him, appreciating the way the sun highlights his curls, makes his skin glow, and brings out the pink in his lips and the icy blue of his eyes. God.

"Yes, very beautiful," I chuckle, joining him in looking up at the sky, letting the sun caress my face as well.

"I'm gonna go take a shower. I'll be back in a few minutes, okay?" he smiles and wraps an arm around my shoulders, bringing me closer to him so that he can press a kiss on my cheek.

"Yes, yes. Can I play that game on your phone?" I grin, knowing he is not able to resist that and he chuckles, giving me his phone.

"Here you go, babe."

He leaves and I immediately unlock his phone. I want to start the game but a notification from snapchat pops up and I accidentally press on it. I roll my eyes because it is one of these "memories" thingies, it said two years ago.

When it opens, my stomach drops. A few pictures and a video of Chris and his ex girlfriend are under this notification. I know I shouldn't feel anything but I do. Especially when I see how tightly he's holding her, the way he looks into her eyes. The video is my last straw – he's cupping her cheeks while pressing kisses all over her face, saying over and over again how much he loves her. He sounds very genuine. He's never told me he loves me. Ouch.

I quickly close the app and lock his phone, not in the mood to play any of the games on his phone anymore. I can't fathom my emotions – perhaps because I've already fallen for him, and the fact that he might not love me just yet triggers an unsettling feeling within me. Not a positive one.

I go back inside the apartment because I am not in the mood to enjoy any type of sunshine either, so when he's done and he doesn't see me there, he gets confused.

"Babe? Where are you?" his shouts reach me, and I take a deep breath, wondering whether I should tell him anything or just leave it be.

"Hey, I'm up here." I say, standing on top of the stairs as I look down at him.

His smile brightens and he starts walking up the stairs to meet me – he's got a fresh hoodie on now, his hair is damp and the fact that he looks like the cutest human being on earth doesn't help with the fact that I want to cry.

"Why'd you leave? I thought you wanted to stay outside for a while," he questions, pulling me close for a kiss.

"Yeah, just not in the mood," I shrug, failing to force a smile before heading to the bedroom.

"Babe." he follows, concerned, "is there something wrong?" he furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

"No.. just.. everything's fine." I realise how stupid I will sound if I say anything so now I am just stuck with my mood swings.

"You know you can tell me everything, yes?" he gets on his knees right in front of me as I'm sitting on the edge of the bed, placing his hands on my thighs and giving them a small reassuring squeeze.

I look down at him, then down to my fingers, really considering telling him now. With a small sigh, I cover my face with both hands, "I accidentally opened your snapchat memories." I say, really getting embarrassed now, "and it was you.. with.. yeah."

I can hear him sighing as well, knowing what I'm talking about, but he doesn't say anything for a while. Instead, he grabs my hands gently pulling them away from my face, bringing them both close to his lips so he can kiss them.

"Baby.. you know this means absolutely nothing now, right?" his voice is so sweet and gentle, like honey, it makes me want to cry.

"I know.. please, I just.. I don't know why I'm feeling this way." I know exactly why I'm feeling that way but I would never tell him that, he'd be so uncomfortable. Especially if he doesn't love me back just yet.

"It's normal, I think I would feel the same way if I saw you with your ex." he nods, still pressing kisses to the palms of my hands, "but you need to know that you're the only one I see. For a very long time now." his eyes look sincere as he makes sure to keep eye contact with me no matter how much I avoid it.

I don't say anything, I only nod – he gets up and quickly picks me up, making me wrap my legs around his waist as he sits at the edge of the bed with me in his lap this time. His hands touch me everywhere, my thighs, my waist, my back, my hair – his touch is feather-like, it feels dreamy.

"You know, baby.." he speaks with his gentle voice, "..I might not talk about my feelings as much as you do, but that doesn't mean I don't feel as much as you do." he buries his hand in my hair, his lips close to my ear, pressing kisses there and on my cheek.

I don't have the time to say anything because he continues, "I'm very, very bad when it comes to expressing my feelings, I think you know that by now." he chuckles a bit, making me smile a little bit, "but what I'm feeling for you, I don't think I've ever experienced before." he says and I don't want to get my hopes up but my heart definitely does something, "the moment I saw you, I knew. And that scared me. The fact that my heart felt something, by just looking at you."

I pull back just a bit to look at him, his hands now cupping my cheeks, caressing my skin, "and still to this day, even after all these months, I still feel the same way I felt when I first saw you." he presses his forehead against mine, kissing my lips every now and then, "I am.. madly in love with you, baby." he whispers and I almost widen my eyes.

"What–" only this word comes out of my mouth but I want to grab him and kiss him and tell him a million things. But nothing else comes out and my heart starts beating fast, like crazy.

"Yes. I am sorry if it's too soon for you. But I wanted to say it to you since like.. the first month. I just didn't want you to think of me as a weirdo.." he chuckles and I chuckle, too, "and anyway, you know I don't necessarily like expressing my feelings but sometimes it is necessary for the both of us."

"I am in love with you too.." I smile, my arms wrapping around his neck to bring him even closer to me, "and I have been for a while now." I whisper against his lips.

"Shit. You're doing it again.." he whispers, his smile so big, "the thing. My heart." he whispers again and I laugh softly.

"Stop. I love you." I say and my heart feels at peace.

He smiles, wrapping his arms around my waist again, hugging me close before kissing me again, "I love you too."

[wriothesleysgf]

˚ ⊹ ₊˚ missing you — nagi seishiro + afab reader

[ex]plicit content, minors dni · fingering , phone sex , praise , dirty talk , light guided touching.

"sei," you whimpered, fingers pistoning in and out of your sticky cunt. your other hand fisted the sheets as your head turned to its side, inhaling your boyfriend's faint scent left on his pillow.

nagi was currently out of the country for a match so between training and press activities, you've barely been able to talk to him. he'd send you little updates, odd photos, and never failed to send you a sweet goodnight text. you missed him terribly, craving nothing more than being in his arms. however, after sei had sent you a fairly suggestive mirror picture when he'd gotten home from training, you couldn't help yourself.

it was clear that he'd just showered the grime and grass stains off of himself, as evident by the fluffy white towel wrapped around his waist. faint water droplets decorated his abs and prominent v line, this sight alone causing you to cease all functioning. you thanked the gods that he sent it through imessage rather than snapchat, because the more that you stared, the more you drooled. as soon as you noticed the half hard bulge concealed by the towel, you knew it was over for you.

with your middle and ring finger pumping into your weeping hole and your thumb rubbing messy circles around your puffy clit, you moaned nagi's name like a sinful melody. if only he could see what a complete and utter mess you had become, all from a simple image.

alas, your little activity was interrupted by the ringer of your phone. you ignored it the first time around, not caring enough to pause seeking your high, though when it rang for the third time, you reached over to grab the device with your free hand, digits still continuing to fuck yourself slowly.

"hey, angel," the man on the other end of the line called.

"s-sei!" you exclaimed overenthusiastically, primarily because you accidentally brushed the heel of your palm against your oversensitive clit though also because you were excited to hear the sound of his voice.

"how are you, bunny?" he asked.

"'m good, jus' miss you," you replied, subconsciously continuing to finger yourself as you spoke.

"'ll be home soon, promise. i miss you too,"

your heart warmed at his returned confession. "how was training, baby?" you queried, doing your best not to give away the fact that you were literally touching yourself as you spoke.

"boring. 's nothing new, and i'd rather be home next to you,"

the pad of your finger ghosted over your g spot, prompting you to arch your back and whine down the line. you tried to mask it with a yawn, though nagi wasn't an idiot and had a fair idea about what you were currently up to.

"y' tired, angel?" he teased, playing into your facade. he let you believe that you had successfully tricked him, with you being to preoccupied to catch on to the fact he was playing with you. "hmm, bet i could make y' even more exhausted,"

"what d'ya mean, sei? i don' get it," he could picture your wide doe eyes; the innocent face that kept all of your nasty thoughts hidden under lock and key.

"y' know what i mean, sweetheart," nagi continued, "how ya always get so sleepy after i spend all that time fucking your pretty little cunt, fillin' her up with my cum over 'nd over,"

his dirty words caught you off guard. you gasped, fingers beginning to pick up speed.

"you like that? 's my angel really a dirty, cockhungry slut, hmm? is that why you got so worked up over the picture i sent? now you're tryin' to fuck yourself, aren't ya, bunny? stuffing that cute pussy even though 'm the only one that can make her cum, yeah?"

you stopped all attempts of holding back, unashamedly moaning his name at the top of your lungs. nagi could hear the faint sounds of you fucking yourself, the lewd squelching of your cunt going straight to his own dick at he began to fist his own length. "c'mon, talk t' me, angel,"

"'m- 'm," you struggled to form a cohesive sentence. "sei, jus' need you so so bad,"

"i know, baby, 's okay," he cooed, "keep fuckin' yourself f'me, alright? jus' the way i usually do, scissor your fingers a little, always drives ya insane when i do it,"

you followed his suggestion, and he could tell by how much louder you got.

"such a good bunny," nagi praised, "are ya close, doll?"

"mhm!" you squealed, not fully trusting your own voice.

"d'ya wanna cum f'me, angel? make y'r pussy cry f'me? go on, use y'r other hand and play with that pretty clit, baby. nice 'nd tight circles, don't stop until you cum, mkay?"

you did exactly as he instructed, body writhing around the sheets as you pushed yourself over the edge as nagi continued praises. your sweet sounds and whimpers of his name was enough to make him shoot a load over his fist, replacing soft spoken words with heavy panting.

"can't fuckin' wait to be home, angel. don' even know if i can wait, might have t' drag you to the airplane bathroom 'nd show ya jus' how much 've missed you,"