#phoebe cummings

[funstealer]

Clay Flowers Sculpture by Phoebe Cummings

[memorycare]

raw clay work by phoebe cummings

[k00288552]

3D Studies Seminar part 1/2 by Elaine Riordan

This seminar gave me a broader insight into the area that encompasses 3D. As a student I'm excited by the wide range of possibilities through examining multiple processes and materials. This artist is one of may referenced in this seminar that I am interested in researching further.

I gained a lot of information through this seminar and this is one I will need to reference back to again as a great artist research resource.

'Homo Faber Guide is a signature project developed by the Michelangelo Foundation for Creativity and Craftsmanship, an international non-profit organisation based in Geneva, Switzerland, which was set up in 2016 thanks to the intuition of Franco Cologni and Johann Rupert. '

[fuckstoevsky]

The Four Loves - C.S. Lewis // A Clash of Kings - George R. R. Martin // Angst - Merita Jaha // This is Me Trying - Taylor Swift // Somewhere I Have Never Traveled, Gladly Beyond - e. e. cummings // Making Amends, panel 2 - Holly Warburton // Nothing Else Matters - Phoebe Bridgers // A54 -Alan Aine // Georgia O'Keeffe - Alfred Stieglitz // I Hate U, I Love U - Garrett Nash // Dragon Age: Origins - David Gaider // Sweetwater 4 - Manuel Neri

[ohmelinoe]

EDITH, dir. Rei Nadal

[margumis]

CAN I PLEASE BE LET INTO THE BOYGENIUS THROUPLE THING DEAR GOD

[stevenose]

bloom (18+)

steve harrington x reader

fic notes: pool days, sunburnt skin, and cherries

contains: gender unspecified reader; reader with a vagina and breasts; make-outs; grinding; face sitting; pussy eating; needy!steve; unprotected sex; cumming inside

Your skin is hot. Burnt, in fact - too high to get off of Steve’s pool chair or reapply any sunblock. Steve’s fingers are uncomfortable as they dig into the fat of your thighs, but they’re so welcomed, too, that you make no attempts to stop him.

He’s burning up. Cheeks red from falling asleep on a pool float. He’s a little higher than you, had a few beers. Something about a long week. His freckles come out more when the sun kisses his skin. Your thumb gingerly swipes over them as you grind down onto him, tongues clashing.

He tastes like cherry cola.

Speaking of cherries - your red swim top is hanging on by a literal thread. Steve paws at your tits with his free hand, nothing but gentle and kind and so incredibly interested in your soft skin. In the little whines and moans you make when his fingers pinch and twist gently. You bought this suit on purpose. Back eons ago, when he had mentioned in passing how hot Phoebe Cates was in Fast Times. Back before he ever did a double take at you, before you got high and lounged at his pool all summer, before your cunt met his thick cock through his blue swim trunks.

“You’re gonna get a fever,” you mumble, tugging on his hair. The sun brings out his highlights, too. “Might have to dunk you back in the pool.”

“Would you come with me?”

You hum and nod and Steve catches your lips again. He gets like this when he’s high, and he’s touchy enough when he’s sober. If there was a way to combine with you, he would. So clingy, fingers still digging into you all sweet, lips refusing to leave yours.

Like you’d go missing.

Steve’s nose bumps against yours. “You feel so good,” he says softly, bucking his hips up gently. Up, down, up, down, all slow and saccharine. “You look so good.”

“You’re not doing much looking,” you point out.

He scoffs. “I did earlier.”

You move away from his lips - a devastating action from Steve’s perspective - but they find the salty skin of his neck and he relaxes. His hands come to rest on your hips, fingers flicking against the waistband of your bottoms. You’re both still wet, sticky from sunblock and sweat and chlorine. Steve tastes like it - coconutty, chlorinated, smelling strongly of remnants of hairspray and cologne. You inhale deeply, eyes drifting shut at the smell of his pheromones.

Steve moans as you suck a hickey into his neck. You love nothing more than walking into Family Video and seeing him marked up. Especially when a hot girl comes in and flirts - you don’t even make yourself known, just watching as she eyes his neck and as Steve’s throat bobs when he swallows nervously.

“What’s somethin’ you always wanted to try?” he asks abruptly.

Yeah, he gets a little talkative when he’s high, too.

“Hm?” You bite down on his sweet spot and he groans.

“What’s - shit,” he whispers, train of thought disappearing. Then it returns. “What’s somethin’ that, like, really gets you off? What do you wanna try?”

You laugh at the forwardness. And you refuse to answer. You’re not quite there yet with him. You don’t need him running away. “What are you thinking about, perv?”

You grind down hard and his breath hitches.

“Wanna be topped,” he gasps. No hesitation. His hips roll up again. “Wanna - I want you to sit on my face.”

Your own turns hotter than it has been, stomach flipping, chest blooming. “Yeah?”

“Mhm.” He sounds pathetic. “Want you to take what you need from me.”

In a rush, your lips are back on his. It’s all teeth. You moan, tangling your hands in his hair. You’ve never really considered this - yes, Steve’s the most lovesick guy you know, and you know he’d get on his hands and knees for you in an instant. There’s just something about his tone, voice cracking, his hands holding you a little tighter as he confesses.

“Want me to ride your nose?” you ask, and it comes out clumsily, but Steve still moans and nods.

“Yes,” he hisses. You can feel him throbbing. “Want to taste your pussy, wanna….” He hesitates, like he’s just now gaining some clarity.

“C’mon.” You tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. “Be a good boy and tell me.”

Steve shivers. “Want you to smother me.”

You knew he liked pussy. God, did you know. Your clit was perpetually sore the entire first month of your rendezvous. You just didn’t quite know he liked it this much.

“Please?” he whispers, squeezing your ass, pleading at you with very hooded eyes. “Need to taste you, want it so bad —“ and to emphasize his point, he thrusts upwards, his cock hard against your ass.

“I’ll just taste like your pool,” you breathe.

“Don’t care,” he moans, hands lifting you off of him.

You both shift so he’s laying on the couch as you tug your bottoms off and throwing them haphazardly onto his parent’s several thousand dollar rug. Steve’s already shoving his hand into his trunks, pushing them down to free his cock, licking his lips while you awkwardly straddle his face.

“I’ve never done this before,” you warn, which is pretty obvious.

“Neither have I,” he says.

And then he pulls you down onto his face.

You’re hardly in position, slipping a bit. One leg is extended down to the floor and the other folds against the back of the couch, beside Steve’s reddened shoulder. You’re suddenly aware that his face is burned and you gasp out, “Steve -!” but it’s no use, because the boy under you is gone.

He moans louder than you. Makes out with your pussy, pressed flush against his face, your swollen clit rubbing against the bridge of his nose. You brace a hand against the back of the couch and straighten to keep yourself upright. It’s hard, though, especially when Steve’s tongue fucks into your hole repeatedly - firm, wet, determined.

“Fuck,” you gasp, legs already shaking. “Steve - oh, good boy, feels so good.”

Steve moans again, a hand resting on your ass and squeezing, digging his nails into it. He says something, but it’s muffled, and you have to sort of fight with his grip to lift up enough. “What?”

“Ride me,” he pants, jerking his cock roughly behind you. He babbles some more, clearly high on two different things, and then he brings you down hard again.

You almost protest, I’m going to suffocate you!, and then you remember that’s nearly what he wants.

“Jesus Christ,” you gasp, letting your hips roll a little. The flat bridge of his nose feels so good up against your clit. “You - oh… I th-think you like my pussy m-more than me.”

He groans and shakes his head, nails digging into you harder, leaving impressions. You’re burning up, sunburnt and orgasm blooming. You can’t imagine how Steve feels, how this is any good for him, but you look over your shoulder and, yeah. His cock is red, weeping, so hard and stiff in Steve’s big hand. It gives you a jolt, makes your clit throb harder, that familiar feeling in your stomach starting to form.

“Steve, tell - tell me when you’re close, please?”

He moves his head up, your clit sliding off of his nose and right onto his lips. He sucks, licks, like it’s a goddamn popsicle, and you’re really starting to see white. Sweating, chest heaving, you look down and see his eyes looking up at you all pretty and needy, brows furrowed, sweat beading. His face is so red. You make a mental note to get some aloe for him after this is over.

The hand on his cock slows down. Panting, you ask, “are you close?”

He nods, blinks up at you, fucks his hips up into his fist.

“I’m sorry,” you say, because you’re sure he wants to cum with your pussy on his face. But you lift up, against his grip, and awkwardly shuffle backwards to sink yourself down on his cock.

Both of you gasp. You’re so fucking full. And Steve — well, nothing quite beats your cunt on his cock. Steve’s hands fly to your hips and he grips them hard enough to bruise.

You lift up once. Twice. And then, with a loud, gravelly groan, Steve spills. Ruts himself up as far as he’ll go so his cum is nice and deep inside of you.

He’s chanting, voice breaking. “Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby….”

You grind down on his pelvis, so close, feeling his heat everywhere. Inside, outside. He looks so good, face a total mess, all shiny with sweat and your arousal. Hair disheveled. Catching his breath, he suddenly realizes you need to get off, too, and his fingers find your clit easily.

“Please?” he moans again. “Use me to cum, baby, please?”

His cock is so sensitive. He whines and gasps as you start fucking him again, but he still lets you ride him, until your body blooms and you collapse onto his sweat-slick chest, heaving.

[yanderemommabean]

Mama I would suplex a boulder for a follow up to the yandere virus post pls pls pls 🥺

You can’t even think. First you’re in the hallways trying to get to your own bed, now you’re being forced into kissing and swapping tongues with two very eager women whose hands are becoming more and more invasive and demanding. Phoebe was more aggressive about how she kissed you. Her tongue lapped and flicked the roof of your mouth and coaxed out near pathetic mewls and whimpers, while Sadie made it her job to steal you away when Phoebe needed to breathe. Sadies kisses were just as eager but not as intense, like she was savoring every bit she could. Both truly intoxicating in their own right. 

You can’t even bring it in yourself to fight. Something about all of this was intoxicating (as well as terrifying. You were sure even if you did fight harder, that shock collar would make this a lot worse. Perhaps it’s best to try and enjoy what you can?) Their touches were demanding, grabbing at you and roughly yanking your shirt off. 

“N-No” you stammer, trying to reach up and cover yourself but Sadie easily pins your wrist back down, shushing you softly as Phoebe begins to feel up your breasts. 

“Shh shh shh. You’re so pretty baby. So needy and desperate. Look how hard your nipples are already! Clearly you need us to help with this. You’re so pent up, kisses is all it took to make you like this” 

Your cheeks burn, your face feels like it was molten hot, and you hated that they were right. You couldn't exactly get off lately with the stress of school and the fact that, you know, they’re your bullies. You gasp wetly as Phoebe takes a nipple into her mouth, sucking and flicking her tongue over your sensitive bud, moaning in satisfaction as you feel your body tense and your hips raise off the bed. 

Sadie just giggles, sliding her hand down into the front of your panties. You were humiliated at how wet you had become, the slick stain on the fabric being all the proof they really needed that you liked this, even if you were fighting it. You can only cry out and gasp into their shared possessive kisses, Sadies fingers rubbing teasing and slow circles on your clit before dipping lower to feel your drenched folds, her middle finger circling your hole as it flutters. Phoebe placed her fingers into your mouth to hush you, her mouth working on your other nipple as she indulged herself in every noise you made for them. It’s a shame you have to be quiet this time, but once they’re able to, you’ll be moaning until your throat is raw. 

Phoebe crawls up to push you back into Sadies lap, grinning like a wicked demon as she looks you up and down. “I know we told Naomi we’d wait but…a little taste won't hurt right? I mean she’s so cute! Desperate and mewling like a little kitten, perhaps that's a better pet name instead?” 

You arch once again as Sadie begins to suckle and bite on your neck, her fingers pressing in faster circles as she teases your dripping pussy. You couldn’t form a singular thought, not even one of protest- as if your body wasn’t betraying you anyway. A choked moan leaves your throat as Phoebe slides down, holding your legs apart. She admired every mark and blemish on your skin, her fingers possessively gripping the flesh as he kissed up and down, from the apex of your hips to your calves, making herself comfy between your thighs as Sadie made sure your arms were held down tightly. “I think regardless she makes such a cute little pet. Look at how she writhes and cries out, she’s so sensitive! Naomi really needs to hurry up, she doesn’t know what she’s missing”. 

You try in vain to slam your legs closed as a last ditch effort to defend yourself, but with how easy they managed to do everything thus far? It was pretty much laughable. Phoebe just toys with your lips, dragging her finger up and down as she watches your hips twitch and your stomach tighten, her mouth watering. “Oh she’s missing such a pretty sight. Y/N’s so wet, I bet she could cum just from her nipples being toyed and played with! Oooh, does our puppy want to test that out? Or do you want something better?” 

You swallow, wincing as Sadie massages your breasts and bites into you again and again like she’s trying to brand you. Not to be a smart ass or anything but the collar more or less does that already. “J-Just, please, I-I” “Aww, don't be scared! You’re doing so well! C’mon” Sadie coaxes, her hands traveling down to also play with your pussy, watching as your hips act on their own to roll up against her hand as Phoebe watches with hunger and amusement. “You’re being so good, Y/N. You can keep being good can’t you? Just let us take care of you, melt all that stress away” 

“P-please!” you cry out, only to feel Phoebe grip your face and steal another kiss, her voice going low as she whispers in your ear “You’re cumming for us, one way or the other. If we have to tie you down with those wands and vibrators and drain you dry, we will. I suggest you behave unless you want to watch me lose my patience”. 

You make a noise of resentment and fear in the back of your throat, knowing that they were more than capable of having you tied down and at their mercy. You wince as both women begin to kiss up and down your body again, biting and marking wherever they wished, making you jerk and hiss when their teeth break the skin. 

Before Phoebe could pull away to threaten to act on that scenario she mentioned, having been impatient for your response, the door is knocked on and Naomi enters, a sultry smile on her face at the sight of you, barely clothed and clearly being enjoyed by the other two. 

“Well…I hope I didn't miss too much,” She says, locking the door and beginning to remove her outfit. She comes to grab your face, stealing a heated kiss that once again takes your breath away, only pulling away when she absolutely had too. Naomi admires you for a moment before giving Phoebe and Sadie a certain look, before saying “Well? What are we waiting for? It’s a three day weekend, so let’s get started” (-Mommabean, I hope you liked it! Sorry if it wasn't super spectacular I got some home stuff bothering me and I had to kinda rush! Still, this was fun!)

[thewritingofamadwoman]

Roy Kent Fluff

Pairing: Roy Kent x Reader

Warnings: So much fluff, it’s sick

Enjoy

The spring breeze felt like heaven across my cheeks as I watched the game unfold before my eyes. Roy stood close behind me, his left arm wrapped around my shoulders lovingly, his elbow by my chin. He continues to chat with Ms. Bowen, and I unconsciously lean forward to place a kiss on his forearm, his arm hair tickling my lips. I had the ridiculous urge to bite him playfully, but I settled for reaching both of my hands up and placing them on his forearm, keeping him in place.

The conversation between Roy and Phoebe’s teacher dwindled as the game continued, the girls running back and forth across the tiny school field as they chased the ball. I let out a whoop of excitement when Phoebe kicked the ball towards the goal. Roy pressed a kiss to my temple, his arm squeezing me to him gently. His lips were warm against my skin and my heart fluttered in my chest. I looked up at him as he towered over me, and offered him a sweet smile.

“Ms Bowen fancies you, you know.” I teased as the teacher walked away to speak with other parents and family members. Roy’s eyebrow ticked up as he smirked, and I nuzzled further back into his embrace.

“No she does not,” he replied but we both knew he was being facetious. Roy turned his attention to the game when the school referee blew the halftime whistle and the girls were sent back to their coaches at the other side of the field. Phoebe turned to look at us and both Roy and I gave her a wave and a thumbs up. She waved back enthusiastically before catching up with the rest of her team.

“Oh yes she does,” I pressed on. “I don’t blame her though. Have you SEEN yourself?” I pretended to swoon and leaned back to look up at him again. Roy ignored me and I continued on.

“You’re the fucking hottest uncle here! You’re rugged, sexy, sweet with the children, not to mention fun, adorable…have I said sexy? Hot as fuck too,” I rambled playfully, watching as Roy fought the grin attempting to break free, his cheeks and the tips of his ears turning red as he blushed.

“Alright alright, fuck off, that’s enough,” he grunted, pulling me in closer and this time leaning down to rest his chin on my head. His one arm was still around my shoulders and he placed his other hand on waist.

“It’s true! And don’t even get me started on you with a full fucking beard,” I leaned in closer, conspiratorially. “If I think about it hard enough I’m pretty sure I might cum,” I whispered and Roy barked out a laugh.

“You’re such a fucking little shit,” he growled playfully, and dug his fingers into my right side. I let out a little squeak before giggling, trying to squirm away from his hold. After a few more seconds of torture, Roy relented, chuckling along with me as I tried to catch my breath. Roy placed another sweet kiss on my temple, his voice by my ear.

“She can fancy me all she fucking wants. She’s not the one for me,” he exhaled, and the smile I could hear in his voice most definitely matched the one I was wearing. I turned my head towards him again and my heart fluttered at the way Roy’s eyes bore into mine, his stare full of amusement and love. We were in our own bubble, surrounded by chatting parents and cheering children. Roy leaned forward and I met him halfway, as our lips connected in a soft kiss. We broke apart shortly after, only to be met with Phoebe and her team mates screaming our names to us in a chant from across the field.

“-K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes baby in a baby carriage!!”

The girls laughed and cheered, some even making “Ooooooh” sounds before Roy rolled his eyes at them.

“Oi, focus on the game you little pricks! Ref, blow the fucking whistle!”

I nudged Roy with my elbow at his use of profanity, but most of the parents didn’t say a word, too busy being enamored at having THE Roy Kent in their presence.

“Uncle Roy, that’s another quid for my swear jar!” Phoebe called out.

“Yeah, alright, just put it on my tab!” He replied back loudly so she could hear him.

“Okay! Can we get ice cream later?”

“Yeah, okay fine!” Roy nodded before glaring at the referee who immediately blew the whistle, starting the clock. Phoebe had the biggest smile on her face before jumping right back into the game. I found myself laughing and Roy sighed.

“Don’t sigh, you love this,” I smiled up at him and he nodded back.

“I do,” he agreed, giving me a rare 100-watt smile.

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Shut Up and Drive (Chapter 6)

Roy Kent x F1 Driver!Reader

4.9k words

Warnings: Language, mean & jealous Roy (in a good way), evil ex-boyfriend, rough sex, Roy feeling angsty, fingering, some cum play, hickies, Roy being kind of a dom

@agentstarkid brain rot, brain rot, brain rot

A/N: Y'all this has to be THE horniest writing I have ever done 😭

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“Hey Roy, you going to Belgium?”

Roy furrowed his brows at Isaac as the captain, Jamie, and Sam all looked at him expectantly “Belgium?” he repeated.

Sam nodded. “For the race,” he added, as if Roy should know exactly what he was talking about.

The manager’s deepening frown told the boys that he did not.

Jamie sighed impatiently. “Your girlfriend, Grandad. We’re going to go watch her. She was telling us all about it in Leeds, and then when she was in Richmond, she gave Keeley the tickets and stuff to give Isaac. You’re going, aren’t ya?”

Belgium. Roy’s stomach sank a little as the guys began chattering about their plans, how excited they were to watch the race, the parties they’d been promised. He knew you had another race coming up, but you hadn’t mentioned a word of it to him. Of course, if you’d asked, he’d have gone. The Greyhounds had a bye that weekend, meaning he was completely free to go, to root for you, to share another bottle of scotch in some extravagant hotel suite. It would make sense for you to ask him to go; after all, he was clearly interested in racing, and, more importantly, he was clearly more interested in you. He’d tried not to read too much into the lack of invitation; but fuck, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t hoping for a simple hey, come meet me in Belgium during one of the many texts you’d sent him.

And now, hearing that you’d explicitly excited his team… well fuck.

“Come with us, Roy,” Isaac insisted.

He cleared his throat, desperately trying to play it off. “Dunno. Probably got Phoebe, need to catch up on shit at home-”

Another sigh from Jamie. “Come on, Coach. Just admit you want to see your girlfriend and fuckin’ come with us!”

“She’s not my girlfriend.” Roy hadn’t meant for it to come off as a harsh growl, but that’s definitely what came out of his mouth. “Once again, we barely fucking know each other.”

The smirk on Jamie’s face was nothing short of punchable. “Then why d’you text her all the damn time?”

“Do not,” Roy lied.

Of all the players, Sam was one of the last Roy would’ve expected to tease him. “You’re blushing, Roy.”

He rolled his eyes, dying to get out of this conversation. “If I agree to come,” he mumbled. “Will you all shut the fuck up?

The three players looked at each other before breaking into a trio of mischievous grins.

Finally, Isaac opened his mouth. “No promises.”

~

Roy Kent looked good.

Who were you kidding? Roy Kent always looked good. Your mouth was practically watering as you watched him chat with the Greyhounds he stood with in the garage, rolling his eyes at something one of them said.

So, you hadn’t actually invited Roy to come to your race, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t hoping he’d be there. After all, when you’d sent Keeley the tickets for the boys, you’d included an extra one, encouraging Isaac to invite “whoever”. Knowing Jamie had been teasing Roy about you, you knew exactly who they’d be bringing.

Watching his eyes dart around, obviously looking for you, you couldn’t resist the urge to go over and say hi. The two of you had fallen asleep on the phone a couple more times since that phone call, there’d been lots of texts sent back and forth, and Roy was even figuring out how to send selfies. And now he was here, in Belgium, surprising you. Tearing down that wall you’d built around your heart, brick by brick.

Feeling a bit like a teenage girl approaching the most popular boy in school, you turned around, so Roy wouldn’t see the way you tightened the knot of your half-down racing suit and lifted your shirt a smidge to give that little peek of skin. After giving your hair a quick touch, you turned around, ready to put on that confident smirk and go say-

“Hey there.”

Your face completely fell at the sight of that horribly gorgeous smile. “Ian,” you murmured, taking a step back, away from your ex-boyfriend, who you were sure hadn’t been in a paddock in about a year, let alone less than a foot away from you like he was now. “What’re you doing here?”

His smile widened, planting a knot in your stomach. “Here to see you, of course.”

“Oh.” Your eyes flickered over his shoulder, where you could see Roy beginning to turn his head a bit more obviously, growing anxious to see you already. “Well, thanks.”

Thankfully, one of your engineers, familiar with the panicked look that Ian Novak’s beautiful face often inspired, hustled over with some excuse to get you away from the model. As you let yourself be led away, you turned your gaze, finally locking eyes with Roy Kent. The corner of his perfect mouth ticked upwards as he offered a small nod in greeting, eyebrows raised playfully. Normally, the sight would have you pressing your thighs together and thinking of all the sinful things you wanted to do with him. Instead, you looked away from those brown eyes as quickly as you could.

Fuck. Roy Kent could hurt you, couldn’t he? If Ian Novak, devilish man he was, could manage to make you feel adored and comfortable enough that the heartbreak he gifted you was the most devastating pain you could imagine, what was Roy Kent, with his soft brown eyes and half smiles and hands that both excited and cherished you, capable of? How shattered would you be if he decided he was done with you?

Maybe you didn’t want to find out.

~

For the millionth time that weekend, Roy wondered what he’d done wrong. All he’d received from you was a quick hello when the guys insisted on going to say hey to you. No flirting. No bedroom eyes. No electric touches. And definitely no teasing implications about ending up in bed together.

Not exactly what he’d expected.

He kept trying to catch your eye when the two of you were in the same room, but you kept looking away every time he succeeded. This wasn’t the behavior of someone excited to see him, and especially not the behavior of someone looking forward to sleeping with him.

As he lost track of his beers and contemplated leaving the party being held to celebrate your win, he saw Jamie perk up, his eyes flickering between Roy and somewhere behind him. Before Jamie could give him a warning, Roy turned around.

It was like someone’d punched him and knocked the fucking wind out of him. There you were, stunning in a Ferrari-red dress and matching lipstick, looking up at some disgustingly pretty man, who gazed at you like, well, like how Roy looked at you. He turned back to Jamie, immediately hating the pitiful look on the striker’s face.

“That’s her ex-boyfriend,” Jamie murmured, taking a sip of his own beer. “Model.”

“The one that fucking cheated on her?”

Sam raised an eyebrow. “For ‘barely know each other’ you sure know a good bit about her, Roy. Maybe-”

Roy scowled. “Keeley talks too much,” he mumbled before taking a long swig of his beer. He looked over his shoulder again; that man’s hand was on your lower back, where Roy’s hand should have been. “Looks like a prick,” he huffed.

“Oh, he definitely is,” Jamie agreed. “And that’s me saying that. Not sure why she’d give him the time of day.” He punched Roy’s arm playfully. “Especially with Roy Kent in the room.”

After rolling his eyes at Jamie’s compliment, Roy nodded towards the door that led to the hallway connecting the venue to the rest of the hotel. “Going to get some air,” he muttered, ignoring the protests of his players.

Because he was so busy skulking off, Roy missed watching you with your ex.

“What are you doing?” you hissed, shoving Ian’s hand off of your waist. “In case you’ve forgotten, we broke up, remember?”

His lopsided smile was too familiar. “Just congratulating you on a job well done. You were great today, babe.”

Babe. When Roy Kent called you that, it’d made your heart- and something else- flutter. But when Ian Novak called you that, it made your blood run cold. You reached out and pushed him further away.

“I’m not your babe.”

Slipping away from the embrace he tried, you briskly left the party venue, eyes stinging as you made your way to the deserted hallway. Who cared if you’d won and were the guest of honor? All you wanted was to get up to your room, get out of this dress, put on-

Roy’s eyes locked onto yours. He was in that same hallway, leaning against a wall and looking like the dictionary definition of melancholy. His stupid old heart nearly stopped at the sight of you, then twisted when he saw all the hurt your eyes carried. He pushed himself up off the wall as you got closer, your hands fidgeting; he wasn’t used to seeing you so… gloomy.

“’s wrong with you?” he muttered once you were standing in front of him. “Boyfriend problems?”

Your frown deepened. “Boyfriend…?” It dawned on you. “Oh, fuck. Ian.”

Roy nodded, his eyes practically made of steel. “Yeah. Ian,” he spat. “What, you get sick of him already?” He knew he sounded jealous and resentful, two things he wasn’t sure he had the right to be. But he didn’t care; not when he’d come all this way just to see you with some other prick.

“Listen,” you sighed. “Roy-”

He shook his head, not caring if you saw the hurt and anger in his eyes. “No. It’s fine. I fucking get it.” He gulped. “He’s a model. His knees probably fucking work. Probably even knows how to smile.” He cleared his throat. “Stupid, coming to fucking Belgium,” he mumbled. “You didn’t even fucking want me here.”

“I did,” you yelped, probably quicker and louder than you should have. “I mean, I do. I’m glad you’re here.”

“Funny way of showing it,” he grunted, not letting you see the way your words had his heart hammering. No, Roy was still pissed. “Ignoring me all fucking weekend.”

You nodded, face aflame. “Yeah. No, that’s true.” You took a tentative step towards Roy. “But I’m glad you’re here. Really glad,” you insisted as you pressed your body to his, eyebrows raised meaningfully.

“Yeah. Well.” He averted his gaze, knowing that the familiar look in your eye would have him dropping this little resentment.

“Roy,” you cooed, letting your hands wander up his chest, not caring if someone walked by and saw you embracing the brooding manager. “You’re not jealous, are you?”

Oof. Apparently that was not the thing to say based on the fiery look in his eye. But you’d be lying if you said it didn’t excite you, especially when he reached up to grab your jaw.

“Jealous?” he repeated, raising an eyebrow. “You think I’m jealous?”

You gulped. Actually fucking gulped. And that little movement had Roy’s scowl replaced with the sexiest smirk you’d ever seen. His grip was firm; not painful, but definitely strong. For the number of times you’d hooked up, you’d never seen his eyes so dark, filled with a mixture of irritation and lust. It had you rubbing your thighs together, not caring if Roy noticed.

And Roy definitely noticed.

His eyes flickered over your shoulder for a brief moment before settling on your parted lips.

“Let’s go.”

Keeping his grip on your jaw, he pushed you backwards, opening a door behind you and guiding you into a deserted women’s bathroom. He quickly locked the door and moved a vanity chair under the handle, clearly planning on being in here for a while. Once privacy was secured, his eyes were on you again.

“Jealous,” he repeated, a scoff now. “Fucking jealous.”

He walked you back until your ass hit the row of sinks, the cold stone penetrating through your tight dress. His hands found the spot on your upper thigh where dress met bare skin, his fingers dipping just under the soft material to grip your flesh roughly, tugging the hem of your dress up around your hips.

Instinctively, you threw your head back at his touch, feeling electricity follow his fingertips as they brushed over your skin. Roy’s hand immediately was on your jaw again, tugging you to face him.

“Watch,” he demanded in a low voice.

With a whimper that was more from arousal than anything else, you obeyed. You watched as he brought his hands over your hips and slowly rolled down your panties, letting them drop in a little pool of lace around your ankles. He placed one hand on your hip with a bruising grip as the other hand came to your already drenched pussy. When one finger traced your slit, you had to use all your concentration to keep yourself from throwing your head back in pleasure.

“So fucking wet,” Roy groaned, adding another finger as he slowly caressed your soaking lips. “Who’s that for? Your pretty boy ex?”

Not caring about looking desperate, you frantically shook your head. “You, Roy,” you murmured, your voice breathy. “All for you.” You leaned forward to capture his lips in a kiss, to assure him with your mouth that he was all you wanted, but he shook his head.

“Thought I told you to watch.”

No man had ever spoken to you this way. Most guys tried so hard to be smooth, or romantic, or cool. No one had ever been so possessive, so jealous. No one had ever stared at you with such an intensity. And no man had ever turned you on so fucking much.

Obediently, you tilted your head back down to watch as Roy slipped those two fingers inside you, setting a rough, mean pace that already had you gripping the sinks so hard your knuckles turned white. His thumb began stroking harsh circles on your clit, adding to the overwhelming pleasure.

“You better keep fucking watching,” he grumbled before his mouth attached to your neck, kissing with more tongue than lip, leaving a slobbery path over your skin.

Even with his eyes off of your face, you did as you were told. You watched those two firm fingers pump in and out of you, curling upwards in that way Roy did that had you squirming in your now wobbling high heels. The only thing keeping you upright was this sink and Roy’s harsh grip.

Roy grunted when he hit a particularly deep spot and felt you clench around his fingers. “You really hurt my fucking feelings,” he growled against your neck, giving a soft bite to the sensitive skin. “Ignoring me while you paraded around in that little fucking racing suit. Looking like a fucking goddess.” His thumb pressed down on your clit, provoking a sharp whine from you. “Like my fucking Empress.”

“Yours, Roy,” you groaned as your hips stuttered against his hand, your climax rapidly approaching. “All fucking yours.”

And you meant it. You really fucking meant it.

“Damn right you’re mine,” he grunted, adding a third finger to your sopping cunt. “And I want to feel you come just for me.”

Apparently, his wish was your command.

Something deep within you snapped, and you felt yourself tighten around his fingers, so tight that his third finger slipped out. But he kept fucking you with his fingers relentlessly, finally moving his mouth to yours to swallow your lewd moans as you soaked his fingers with your release.

“Good fucking girl,” he mumbled against your mouth as your vision went blurry; the only thing you could focus on was the trembling pleasure Roy gave you. “His fingers ever make you come like this?”

Your orgasm rendered your speechless, so all you could do was give a little shake of your head, desperate not to lose the feeling of Roy’s lips against yours. His pumps slowed as you came down from your high; you let go of the sink and gripped his arms, needing some help with standing.

But Roy didn’t want you to stand.

“Turn around,” he growled, pulling his soaked fingers out of you. “Unless you’re fucking done with me? Hmm? Got what you wanted from me, yeah? Ready to go back to your little party and ignore me some more?”

You bit your lip as your eyes travelled down to the extremely noticeable bulge in his pants. When you looked back at his face, it was dark with desire.

“Need you,” you managed to croak out.

That was good enough for him. Not caring if he got your juices on your dress, he grabbed your hips and spun you around, pushing you down over the sink. Instinctively, you spread your legs, listening for the delicious sound of his zipper coming undone. Your entire body vibrated with pleasure as you felt his tip, already dripping with precum, press against your soaked core.

Roy brought his hand- the one soaked from your orgasm- to your face. “Open,” he demanded. When you opened your mouth, he stuck his two drenched fingers inside. “Don’t want anyone else hearing your pretty fucking sounds. Those are just for me, aren’t they?”

You nodded, moaning around his gorgeous fingers as you tasted your pleasure on him. Fuck, no wonder he was addicted to making you come, some dirty part of you thought. You were delicious.

Satisfied with the view before him, Roy slowly buried himself inside your soaked cunt with ease, his eyes staring into yours through the mirror with that same mix of lust and possessiveness.

“There she is,” he sighed as he set a harsh pace, his free hand on your back to keep you bent over for him. “My fucking Empress. Feel so fucking good. Just for me.”

A muffled “Mmm hmm” around his fingers was all you could manage as you bucked your hips back against him, drooling at the feeling of his hot skin against your bare ass. His cock felt perfect inside you, twitching and throbbing against your already spasming walls.

Eyes still on yours in the mirror, he lowered his mouth to your bare upper back and began leaving rough kisses all over your skin, sloppy and reckless, until those kisses became bites. Roy started sucking at the soft skin as he thrust into your slowly bruising sex over and over again, moaning against your back. When you clenched around him particularly tight, his tongue left a slow, deliberate trail across your skin, sending shivers down the spine he still had his hand on.

He groaned and gave a particularly stuttering jerk into you. “Should I mark you up?” he teased. “Show everyone who you belong to?” Using the fingers in your mouth as leverage, he made you nod slowly, as though you were his little toy. “Well, if you insist.” Rolling his hips harder, deeper, Roy returned to your back, sucking hard enough to make you whimper against the pads of his fingers. But the way you rocked into him assured him you liked it.

“Fucking look at you,” he moaned, giving you a bit of that hip action that had you seeing stars. “You ever been fucked like this, gorgeous girl? Bent over in a fucking bathroom, fingers in your mouth?” He brought his lips to your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin. “Bet no pretty boy’s ever done this.” He started sucking on the spot behind your ear, that perfect little spot that had you mewling as you spasmed against him.

He slowly inched his fingers further into your mouth, prompting you to suck them with the same enthusiasm you would his cock. The sensation had him twitching inside you, desperate to paint your walls.

“You look so fucking perfect,” he muttered as he returned his mouth to your slowly purpling back, adding more beautiful little dark spots wherever he could reach. “My dirty Empress.” He licked over a bite mark he’d left, one he hoped you’d have for days. “You want to come for me, gorgeous?”

Your desperate nod had him groaning. He’d never seen anyone look so fucking desperate, needy, hungry for him. After being ignored by you all weekend, to have you bent over in a public bathroom, panties on the floor, mouth full of his fingers, all of it was driving him mad. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could last, but he knew he needed to let you come first.

He needed to remind you about how he could make you feel.

He removed his fingers from your mouth, drooling a bit when he heard the little whine that escaped your now empty mouth. The hand on your hip came up to your beautiful neck, urging you to stand up with your back to his heaving chest.

When you wobbled, he tightened his grip, just enough to hold you steady. “I’ve got you,” he promised, planting a tender kiss to your neck. “’ve always got you.”

Roy brought those fingers- now sodden from both your cunt and mouth- to your pulsing clit, rubbing firm circles over the bundle of nerves.

“Roy,” you whimpered, gripping his arms with your trembling hands. “Please.”

He smiled, a real smile for the first time all weekend, as his cock continued to bruise your cunt. “Would you look at that,” he murmured, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. “My Empress remembered her manners.” He pumped his cock as deep as he could, over and over, desperate to hit that one perfect little spot that would- “Oh, there she is.”

He watched with lewd pride as you fell apart in front of him, mouth open in a silent scream. Your whole body was drenched in sweat as you trembled, your knees buckling beneath you; the only thing keeping you upright was Roy. As your body quivered with pleasure, you slouched back over the sink, wondering vaguely how you were going to walk in the morning, let alone in the next few minutes.

“Such a good girl,” Roy cooed, his voice thick with a beautiful mix of mocking and adoration. “Now tell me what else you want.”

“Your cum,” was your automatic answer as your fingers traced over the cool faucet. “Please,” you begged, probably for the first time in your life. “Please fucking come for me.”

Roy’s devilish smile widened, setting your whole body on fire. “If my Empress insists.”

Whit his hands back on your hips, his thrusts became sloppy, no longer about making you feel good- although, the overstimulation did have your eyes rolling back. He gave a few harsh, bruising drives before you felt him fill you up with that delicious release; fuck, how you wished you could taste it. Pump after pump until you could feel it begin to leak down your thighs. You shivered when you felt Roy glide a single finger over your sticky thigh and bring a cum-covered finger to your lips.

“Taste.”

He didn’t need to order you; you would have automatically stuck out your tongue to get a taste of that tangy stickiness that now coated your throbbing pussy.

The room was filled with ragged breathing as he finally pulled out of you, still keeping a firm grip on you to keep you from falling.

Finally, you smirked at him through the mirror- or at least, as much of a smirk as you could manage.

“Fuck,” you gasped, brushing your wild hair out of your face. “I’m really supposed to go back to the party like this?”

Roy’s dark chuckle had your heart racing. “Party?” he scoffed. “Oh no, baby. I’m not fucking done with you.”

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[julienbakerpls]

part 2 to up against the wall w me when??!

Up against the wall with me Part Two

Julien Baker x Reader 18+

Minors DNI

This is RPF if that makes you uncomfy DONT READ <33

- "Julien’s the type of dom to say shit like “you can take it” and the type of sub to say shit like “i can take it” I just know i'm right !!"

- "julien being called daddy perhaps"

The ride back to the hotel was filled with peter steele's voice, Julien's tongue against yours and your hand down the front of her jeans. Massaging circles into her soaked briefs, and biting down on her plump bottom lip. The two of you stopped caring what the others thought about 5 minutes after you got into the car. The rest of the group were drunk or high and not paying any attention to the two of you in the very back.

The boys were singing loudly and talking over each other, so no one noticed the loud moan that Julien failed to completely suppress. You pushed two of your fingers into her slick entrance, using the palm of your hand to massage her clit.

Julien's face was pressed into your neck to muffle the whimpers that were coming out of her mouth. Your fingers fucking into her as fast as you could without being too obvious. You suppress your own moan at the feeling of her, She's hot and wet and begging for you. You press kisses onto her sweaty forehead before she pulls you into another heated kiss. It's sloppy, all teeth and tongue and maybe too much spit, if it were anyone but her, but you'd happily drown in her spit. Julien whines into your mouth, pulling away to whisper in your ear.

"Fuck baby, i'm going to-" Julien cuts herself off, gasping into your neck. You feel her teeth graze against your neck before biting down. Her body tenses up, you feel her clench down on your fingers.

The car rolls to a stop in front of your hotel, you hear Julien cuss under her breath. Her hand drags yours out from her jeans, begrudgingly. You can tell she's even more worked up than she was in the club, you hate that she didn't get to cum. You mentally promise yourself that you'll make it up to her, eagerly and repeatedly.

As the others start unloading from the car, you move your hand to your mouth sucking your fingers clean, moaning to yourself over her taste. Julien groans loudly as she climbs out of the car, buttoning her jeans.

"When are y'all flying back to Nashville?" Lucy asks, as Julien helps you out of the car. She presses a kiss into your hair, before answering.

"Tomorrow at 3."

"Oh i'm leaving the day after, if you two are up early enough let's get lunch," Lucy said as you all made your way to the elevator.

"Ooo Lunch at that thai place would be sick." Phoebe added. Julien looked over to you waiting for your answer.

"Yeah that would be cool," You smile wrapping your arms around Julien. You press your face into her hair, breathing in the scent of her shampoo.

"God you guys are so gross, I love you!" Phoebe calls, tugging Lucy off the elevator.

Julien pulls your arms tighter around her waist as she leans up to whisper in your ear.

"I'm going to fuck you so good, baby." She presses a kiss to your cheek. Your face flushing bright red, all the heat and intensity that had cooled with being around her boys, came back ten fold. You turn her around in your arms so she's facing you, She's already smiling up at you.

"Jay, Please.." You whine, leaning back into the wall of the elevator. Julien just continues to smile at you, pressing kisses to your neck that cause your heart rate to go up. The feeling of her soft lips as she travels down to your collar bones, has you melting into her.

The elevator opens on your floor, Julien immediately tugging you out and towards your shared room. As you start searching your pockets for the room key, Julien presses you into the door. She's kissing you brutally, biting your lip before sliding her tongue into your mouth. It's hot and the weight of her tongue in your mouth is a feeling you'll never get tired of. Her hands run down your back, pulling your hips toward her. She slots her thigh between yours, pressing it up against your most sensitive place. Your positively aching for her, throwing your head back against the wall.

Julien slides the room key out of your pocket, kissing you deeply one last time before opening the door.

"Jay.." you whine, missing her body already. Julien pouts at you mockingly, before kissing you again. She pulls you into the room, locking the door behind you. She licks her way into your mouth, the second the lock clicks into place. You whine against her lips, Julien leading you to the bed.

She sits you on the edge of the bed, and grabs the ends of your shirt pulling it over your head. You smile shyly at the look on her face, you're left wearing just your lace bra. She traces her finger along your collar bone, biting her lower lip.

"I love you, Baby." Julien says walking into the closet and grabbing her suitcase. You watch her with a confused expression on your face as she carries the bag over to the bed. She smiles at the look on your face, before unzipping the bag and revealing the rainbow strap on.

Julien smirks at the look on your face, and brings it up to your lips. You place a kiss on the tip, knowing that's what she wanted you to do.

"That's my good girl, so you want me fuck you so good?" She asks you, placing the strap on the bed next to you and pulling off her tank top. You moan at the sight of her in just her sports bra, she jokingly flexes her arms. You knew she had been trying to make you laugh but your mouth is hanging open, even after two years of being with her you'll never get over how sexy she is. Julien keeps eye contact with you as she pops the button on her jeans, pulling them down her muscular legs. As you watch her you push your skirt down your legs, spreading your thighs and slowly massaging your clit through your still soaked panties. Julien smirks at the sight of the hickeys she bit into your thighs earlier.

You moan at the look on her face, adding more pressure to your clit. Julien walks over to the bed, moving your hand away and using both hands she pulls down your panties.

"Fuck Princess, you're so perfect." Julien says, pulling your legs over her shoulders and licking a flat stripe over your wet folds. She runs her tongue in between your folds, lapping up the wetness that had gathered since she took care of you at the club.

"Jay," You moan, your fingers digging into her hair, pushing her face more into you. You feel her moan against you, she's fucking her tongue into you, her nose pressing into your clit.

She's holding onto your hips with such force, you know you'll have bruises in the morning. Julien is eating you out like this is her last meal and you're gasping and moaning out her name.

"Julien," You gasp out, feeling your legs start to shake, and tense up. Your stomach starting to tighten, you feel your eyes start to roll back in your head.

Julien keeps her pace up, the intensity of your orgasm crashing through you. You black out for a moment, when your coherent again Julien is still between your legs. The slurping sound of her drinking up your cum, making you feel light headed again with need.

Julien presses kisses to your hip bones, making her way up your body. She stops at your breasts that are still in your bra, you moan as she skillfully unclips it with one hand. Her mouth instantly finds your nipples, biting and sucking them.

She presses your breasts together, briefly burying her face between them. Julien licks over your nipple sucking it into her mouth again, her other hand pinching and massaging the other.

When she pulls away from you, a thick string of saliva attaches her mouth to your hardened peak. That's the final straw for you, you pull her up to kiss you roughly moaning at the taste of you in her mouth.

"Julien, please," You moan into her mouth, Pulling her sports bra up and over her head.

Pulling her back to you, and licking your way into her mouth. You move your hands down to her breasts, massaging them before gently dragging your thumbs over her hardened nipples. Juliens hips jerk into yours, both of you gasping at the added pressure. You push her briefs down her legs, grinding your hips together.

"Oh fuck," Julien groans into your mouth, roughly grinding your hips together. She moved slightly so you're both grinding into the others hip bone, your hands are still playing with her newly exposed breast.

She picks up her pace, grinding down harder. You roll her over, straddling her waist . The view of her under you, hair spilling out onto the pillow underneath her. It's almost too much, and you genuinely think you could come from the sight alone.

You kiss her roughly, moaning into her mouth and kissing your way down her neck. You lick and suck over her tattoos, kissing along her collarbones and making your way down to her chest. You groan against her breasts, licking her hard nipples before sucking on them. You know you're drooling on them at this point but it's clear that neither of you mind.

You continue kissing down her stomach, finally getting to her mound. You spread her thighs giving yourself more room between her legs.

You let the drool from your mouth drip onto her soaked pussy, letting it pool on her already wet folds. Julien's panting in anticipation above you, and that's enough for you to dive in. You spread her open with one hand and suck her clit into your mouth.

Your other hand travels down to her soaked entrance, pumping two fingers into her. Julien arches off the bed, her hands forcing you harder against her.

You can tell Julien is still worked up from the car ride to the hotel. You continue to lap and suck on her clit, adding a third finger into her. She's so warm and wet, and tastes so good. You can't contain yourself, you suck harder and fuck your fingers in deeper. You want to drown yourself between her delicious thighs.

"Uh Y/N, Baby!" Julien moans holding you in place and grinding against your face as you pump your fingers into her. You feel her starting to shake and clench around you.

You look up at her, moaning at the sight. Her eyes are closed, forehead creased in pleasure. Her whole body tensing up, You feel her cum around your fingers. You continue fucking them in and out of her, letting her ride it out. You remove your fingers and let your tongue take over, lapping and sucking to clean her up. Julien pulls you back up to her mouth, kissing you deeply and moaning at the taste.

She flips you onto your back, still roughly kissing you. She only pulls away, when she's gotten into a straddling position over you. You moan when she reaches for the strap on, moving off of you to stand up.

You watch her put on the harness, before attaching the dildo. You bite your lip, trying to contain how incredibly turned on you are. Julien notices, you watch her lick her hand moving down to pump the strap, coating it in her saliva.

"Fuck Jay.." You groan, your hand going to massage your clit. Julien slaps your hand away, moving onto the bed and going to kneel between your legs.

She traces the tip up and down along your opening, gathering your wetness on the dildo. She pushes the hair out of your face, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.

Julien pushes into you, hardly giving you time to adjust before she starts fucking you deep and hard. She grabs your hips, pushing you hard into the mattress. You moan out her name, nails dragging down her back.

Julien pulls one of your legs over her shoulder, going deeper. She leans down kissing you roughly, her tongue fighting with yours for dominance.

Julien groans when she hears the sound of how wet you are. Her thrusts keeping steady , as you think your loosing your mind over how good it feels. She pulls out of you to help you turn over, before she thrusts back into you. The pleasure is so intense, the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter.

"Julien, I can't-" you start to say but cut yourself off with another moan. Julien speeds up her thrusts reaching around you to massage your clit.

"You can take it," Julien pants into your ear, Thrusting harder if that's even possible. "That's my good girl," She says pulling you up by your hair, so she can mouth along your neck.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" You whine out in time with her thrusts. Julien bites down on your shoulder, and you feel your body start to shake with how intense the pleasure is.

"C'mon princess, you can take it," Julien says into your ear, licking along your neck. Her thrusts are going deeper than you thought possible, your whole body tensing up. You're clinging onto her hard, tears spilling down your cheeks, babbling incoherently.

"Jay, Uh, Daddy!" you scream out coming harshly, you completely pass out against her. You squirt all over the comforter, body going limp.

Julien pulls out of you, quickly undoing the harness with one hand. She gently pulls you into her arms, pushing the comforter off of the bed, as she lays you down.

Julien goes into the attached bathroom, and comes back with a washcloth and starts to clean up your cum covered thighs. She lays you on top of her, running her hands soothingly over your body and whispering sweet nothings in to your hair.

"Jay?" You question finally coming to. Julien's pressing kisses onto your forehead, treating you as if you're made of glass.

"Hi princess," Julien whispers, pushing your hair out of your face.

"That was-" You start to say, but Julien cuts you off.

"You were so good for me, baby. You did so fucking good." Julien kisses you gently, and intensely. You moan into the kiss, pressing yourself closer to her for warmth.

"Where's the comforter?" you ask against her lips, still feeling foggy from your orgasm.

"You came all over it, it was so wet we couldn't use it." Julien says stroking your face gently.

"I'm sorry," You whisper, reaching up to kiss her again.

"There is nothing to apologize for angel," Julien smiles, pulling you closer to her. You wrap both legs around her toned waist, kissing her again as she reaches over you to turn out the lights.

"Jay?" You whisper into the now dark room. You feel her shift against you so you're laying with her head on your chest.

"Yes," You feel her smile against you.

"Did I call you daddy?" You whisper cringing at yourself.

"You sure did," She smiles, biting gently against your breast teasingly.

"I'm so embarrassed.." You say, burying your face into the pillow.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't do that, I love that I fucked you so good you called me daddy," She says pulling you from the pillow.

"It's so sexy, I almost came from that alone." Julien whispers into your ear, biting down softly on your lobe.

"I love you, Jay" You whisper into the dark after a minute.

"I love you more, Baby" Julien whispers back, running her hands soothingly along your thighs.

- How are we feeling guys 👉👈

[memorycare]

raw clay works by phoebe cummings

[deep-fried-egg]

Jo characters with there first time with r?

(First time means sex obviously 😭)

Oohhhh (g!p)

Vada was nervous as fuck. She didn't know what to do... I mean she was still a virgin when she had her first time with you so... the entire thing was awkward but she did end up making you cum.

Wednesday was also pretty awkward. She wasn't touching you with her hands the entire time, she was only using her dick the entire time.

Tara was alright. It wasn't her first time but it didn't exactly feel good... it was slightly painful because Tara was being extremely rough with you.

Phoebe just fucked you so you wouldn't die so it was fast and desperate...

Lorraine was amazing... I mean yeah, it was for a porn shoot but she was still fucking amazing. She wasn't nervous at all. She knew exactly what to do and when to do it because it was all scripted out.

Camila was rough. She had to convince you to fuck her since she was in prison and shit. She just had some pent up energy that she needed to let out... plus she was hard and she couldn't sleep like that

[faghubby]

Ever after

I grunted and moaned as Phoebe removed the strapon from my ass.

"Wow, you took every inch" she said playfully smacking my ass. I heard the heavy toy hit the floor.

"You know what I need now" Phoebe giggled she removed her panties and spread her legs at the head of the bed. I moved a little slow after having my ass stretched out. I tasted saw his dried cum on her engorged lips. But I didn't hesitate. Licking and sucking her used pussy.

"You better stop humping the bed, you will chafe with that cage on" Phoebe laughed playing with my hair. As she calmed from the orgasm I had just given her.

"You could taste him couldn't you? Yes I did it. I let a man consumate our marriage for you" Phoebe told me. It was a fantasy I had expressed to her to have her sleep with other men. But until now it had been a game. Something she teased me about.

"Yes I love you" I told her. I so wanted her to unlock me. Instead she got up and went to shower.

"Phoebe" I pleaded grabbing her hand.

"What is it" she smiled knowing exactly what I wanted.

"It's our wedding night" I pleaded.

"Paul, today you promised to honor me. And to do that you will never ask me to unlock your little penis ever again." She told me cupping my cheek and kissed me.

"You didn't even ask who" she smiled. I hung my head. As she went to shower. I got up and cleaned her new strapon she had gotten for tonight. It was heavy, much bigger then the cute pink one we had been using for the last 6 months. This one was realistic looked like a big black cock. 7 maybe 8 inches insertable. With huge balls at the bass. And thick that I could just touch my index finger to my thumb around it. Phoebe got out of the shower as I washed it.

"If you're going to jerk him off you might as well suck it" she laughed. I frowned not amused. But so wanting her to unlock me. I jokingly held it to my lips. Phoebe stopped inner tracks.

"Go ahead then, I will teach you how" she giggled. I put the toy down and she frowned and went into the bedroom.

"Shower!" Phoebe stopped me. Maybe try a cold one" I went back and showered. When I finished Phoebe was already in bed asleep. I noticed she was naked so I slept naked as well.

"Jesus Christ, you leaked everywhere" Phoebe cursed waking me up. I had a wet dream. I had not had one since I was 14. But with being locked up for over a month and all the teasing and expectations. I guess it was to much.

"Obviously can't have you wetting the bed every night" she got uo showered dressed and went out without me.

"Strip the bed, and clean up. I don't want the maid discovering you wet the bed" she was angry. I got dressed as well and order room service. Phoebe returned within 30 minutes.

"Here" shs handed me a box of pantieliners. You can wear these and it will catch all your messes" she smiled. I stared at the box. How would these work with my boxers and I wasn't going to. But before I even finished my thought. Phoebe handed me a package of panties.

"Go try them on" she told me.

"Phoebe this is too far" I told her.

"You will wear them or never spend another night in my bed" she said sternly. I went to change.

"No here, now" she told me. I dropped my shorts. As she opened the package of six cotton panties. All in bright pastel colors and designs.

"I got you bikini, but if you prefer a different style we can try them too" she handed me a pair of pink panties. She had me slide them on and stop to show me how to put in the liner. Then pulled them up. Only then did I put my shorts back on. We went to explore the resort. But Phoebe had me wait in the hall a moment before she joined me. We spent a lovely day exploring the little village nearby. We had a late lunch back at the hotel. Where Phoebe stopped me from ordering a drink. When the waiter walked away to bring me back a virgin frozen cocktail.

"I would like you to give up alcohol. Unless I hand it too you. I want you to never drink again" Phoebe said.

"Why, I never had a problem" I said.

"I just want you to. I feel it may make you forget your place" she told me her foot pushed into my crotch. I wasn't going to have this fight now. So I just nodded. We returned to the room. I immediately saw the strapon and lube on display. I was horrified had the maid pulled it out. I had buried it in the bottom of my suit case. Phoebe immediately started putting it on mover her shorts.

"Leave only your panties on, and get on the bed" Phoebe ordered. I did as she said. She pulled my panties down only to expose my ass. She applied lube and then pushed her cock into my ass.

"You love my big cock don't you?" Phoebe teased. I just grunted as she made forceful thrust but then pulled it back very slow only to repeat the process.

"We are going to have a different kind of marriage together. I want you to except your place" she told me thrusting deep to make her point. "You asked for this, first it was tease, then chastity. Which led to you wanting ass play. Now you are wearing panties and want to learn to suck cock" she pointed out. I tried to speak but she thrust again. "You even let me have another man. A real man consumate our marriage. All you did was clean up his mess" she scolded me. When Phoebe felt I had enough she just calmly pulled out fixed my panties and had me suck her pussy till she came.

This continued everyday. We would spent the day exploring or on the beach. Where she made me wear a speedo. Some nights out dancing or just at the bar( I always ordered virgin cocktails) but once a day she would fuck me. Followed by me going down on her. Sometimes she made me make her cum twice.

She dragged me shopping one afternoon. I was just following her holding her bags.

"How about these" she held up a pair of pink lace panties" she said with a smile. "Let's see you are a large" she continued as she looked thru the rack.

"Phoebe!" I said in a sharp whispered.

"Don't be such a baby" she told me. Then picked out several different types. She had me go up and pay for them. Everyday ones are fine but you need to spice things up as well" she told me as we left. "And I know you are wearing your last clean pair" I wanted to comment that I knew she had stopped wearing panties all together but held my tounge.

"Try on the thong, I want to see if it fits" Phoebe told me as we got back to the room. I changed as she strapped on her cock. It did fit just big enough to hold the cage. Phoebe pulled the thong to the side and fucked me. With a fury. She pounded me. The toy now easily slipped in and out of my ass. She was exhausted by the time she stopped.

"On the dresser there I had room service pick up some things for you" I opened the bag and found hair removal cream, pink disposable razors, ladies shaving gel, and flowery smelling body lotion.

"I want you to remove all that manly hair, you don't deserve it any more" Phoebe told me. I stared at her was she serious.

"When we go home, I expect you to take on the wifely duties around the house. I think if you feel and look girlie it will help you remember your place" Phoebe told me from the bed. This 5'2. 110lbs woman was telling me I was no longer a man.

"Phoebe I am drawing the line" I told her. She got up her toy still attached she grabbed my head as she stood on the bed and pulled me towards her toy. She shoved it in my face.

"Bitch you want nothing more then me to make you suck this dirty cock. So don't tell me you finally decided to play at being a man" she cursed rubbing the dirty toynacross my face.

I was crying as I pulled away and took the bag of stuff into the bathroom. Phoebe came in only to unlock the cage then left. I read the instructions on the hair removal. Even watched a video. Before I began. About an hour later I was rubbing the lotion over my entire body. I had even removed the hair on my arms. I so wanted to play with myself. But instead went to show Phoebe.

"I am proud of you, you didn't even play with your clitty" she smiled. Phoebe stood and pulled off her shorts. She wore simple white panties. "As a reward you can dry hump my pantied ass" she got on all fours on the bed. I got behind her. My hands ran up her thighs and across her ass. I rubbed my cock against her panties. Caught in the moment I jumped her ass. It only took a few minutes to cum all over her panties, cum pumped out of me soaking her panties.

"That's exactly what I thought." Phoebe laughed as she got uo and stripped off her panties. I laid there I felt such relief. "A real man would of tore my panties off and fucked me with all that frustration. But no you where happy to just spill your mess on my panties" Phoebe started to lock my cage back on.

"You will never be inside anyone ever again" Phoebe said kissing me. The last three days of our trip. She barely touched me. Still allowing me to orally please her twice a day. She wore more reveling outfits and slept naked. She also chose the sexiest panties for me to wear. As soon as returned home. We barely got the bags in the house when Phoebe told me she was going out.

"Where we just got home?" I asked

"Not that it is any of your business but I haven't been fucked in 10 days I am going to get laid" she told me, she went to the bedroom. Stunned I followed her.

"What? Who? Phoebe can we talk about this" I pleaded. As I watched her put on lingerie I had never seen before.

"He will like this, don't you think?" She asked me. Throwing on a simple sundress over it. Slipped on some high heels and kissed me goodbye. "Be back later, you should unpack and do the laundry." Then paused. "Your fancy panties need to be hand washed" she smiled one last time and left. I sent out texts to family we had made it home safe. Telling her side as well. I unpacked, even stored the suitcases away. Long before Phoebe returned home. It was late she had been gone for 10 hours. She looked a mess. Her hair and makeup smeared. She kicked off her shoes and dropped her dress. It was obvious that her panties where soaked cum even ran down her thigh.

"Come lick me clean" Phoebe told me. I followed her. I peeled her panties off and licked her lovers cum.

"That's right you know what to do" she cooed rubbing my head.

"His name is Michael" she told me. She didn't let me stop until I had even licked her thigh clean.

"You won't have to worry about me being satisfied Michael does a wonderful job at that" Phoebe told me as she held me after I had finished.

"You do understand your place, I gave you you what you needed. I know it might not of been what you thought you wanted. But I am sure it's what you needed to happen." Phoebe explained. Tears formed in my eyes.

"What do you want ?" Phoebe asked gently. I just nodded towards the drawer we kept toys in.

"Okay go get it" Phoebe told me. I got up and pulled out the strapon. Phoebe stood and had me strap it on her. I was on my knees adjusting the straps. The toy rubbed against my face. Phoebe took hold of it. And held it to my lips. I parted them and let the toy slip into my mouth.

"I sucked Michael's big cock today to" she giggled. I started to bob on her cock. "You are doing well. Relax allow yourself to gag it makes more saliva" she told me. After a few minutes " over time you will get much better at it. Don't forget his balls" she ran her fingers thru my hair.

"Do you want to practice more or?" She giggled. I stooped and removed it from my mouth. She undressed me. Kissing my chest and running her hands over me she laid me on the bed. On my back. She mounted me. She made love to me. Her cock gently moving in and out of my ass. As we kissed and cuddled each other. Eventually she just held me her cock buried inside me.

"This is the life you want with me, lovers will satisfy me. But I love you. You are my soul mate. I just need a man to satisfy me" Phoebe told me. I just kissed her.

"I love you too" I told her.

[phoebesspikytitties]

𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞 𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕤

Part 1

Phoebe bridgers x f reader

You're on tour with the boys, immediately there is a spark between you and pheobe, and now everyone knows it.

-🦷

!!smut!! Softish dom phoebe, oral, fingering.

Today is your first day as tour photographer for boygenius. This is so exciting and nerve wracking. For the next two weeks you're going to be on the road with people you just met, hopefully making friends along the way.

It's about an hour till the show and the boys and the rest of the crew are all sitting in the green room, playing some random card game. You come in to take some cute candids, but see Phoebe sitting with her arms crossed, looking bored.

"Is it ok if I take some pics of you guys?" You ask.

Julien and Lucy smile goofily and give an enthusiastic "Yes!"

"C'mon Pheebs!" Lucy says, rolling her eyes.

"Phoebe despises games…" Julien says.

Phoebe looks up at you, locking eyes and smiling.

"I do hate games, but also what's your name? Aren't you with us for the rest of tour?"

"I'm y/n! And yes I ammm," you say, smiling excitedly.

"That's a beautiful name," Phoebe tells you.

You blush, bringing your camera up to your face in an attempt to cover up.

"Phoebe you made her blush!!!" Says Lucy.

You feel your face get redder, also noticing Phoebe's doing the same.

"Well y/n, why don't you play with us? We've still got 30 minutes before we need to be ready," Julien says

"If you're offering…I'd love to get to know everyone before the show!" You reply.

"Yay! I was hoping to get to know you better," says Phoebe, patting the spot on the couch next to her.

This is a dream, considering you've had the hots for her since Stranger In The Alps came out.

The rest of the boys' touring team leaves, going to double check everything before the show starts and leaving you four alone. After about 15 minutes of conversation, Lucy and Julien announce that they're going to go change. Phoebe already has her outfit on, her signature skirt, and a white button up with no bra.

"Like what you see y/n?" Says phoebe, catching you looking at her perfect breasts visible through her shirt.

You decide to go along with her flirty antics, replying, "Yes phoebe, I do like what I see."

Phoebe lights up, coming closer to you on the couch, her hand on your thigh.

"Y/n, can I kiss you?"

"I guess," you say with a bratty smile

Phoebe moves to straddle your thigh, starting to kiss you.

You hear a distant "Phoebe!! 10 minutes till we're on!" That she seems to not have heard, as she is now kissing down your neck, and leaving hickeys as low as she can with your low neck top not hiding much.

Phoebe has her back to the door, as Tiana, the bass player for tour, peeks into the room with a look of shock, and mouths to you "10 minutes," putting both hands up to symbolize and closing the door as she leaves.

"Phoebe! Tiana just walked in and demonstrated that you only have 10 minutes."

"Oh shit, I can't go on stage this turned on, baby."

"Well, I have a solution to that," you say, reaching your hand up her skirt, looking up and making sure that it's ok with her.

You run your middle and ring fingers over her through her underwear, feeling how wet she is, while trying to get any friction you can off her thigh.

"Oh god y/n," Phoebe gasps as you stick your fingers into her, moving her underwear to the side.

She comes within 2 minutes, amazed at your skills.

"We still have about 7 minutes, it's your turn to be my little slut," Phoebe says, pushing you to stand up while unbuttoning your shorts.

Soon enough, you are on the edge of the couch, Phoebe eating you out like you'd never felt before, feeling the knot tighten in your stomach. Phoebe also felt this, pulling away from you to give you the eyes. Going back in with a look of determination on her face, with only about 3 minutes until she needs to be on stage. You cum almost immediately when she goes back in, your cum covering her face as someone pounds on the door, opening it.

"UNDER A MINUTE PHOEBE WE NEED TO BE REA- what?" You hear Julien yell and realize what she walked in on as Phoebe turns around, blocking you from Juliens sight.

Julien grabs phoebe by the arm, pulling her to where they had to start Wthout You Without Them.

Phoebe enters the stage for $20, hair ratty and tangled, with your cum still covering her face, which is thankfully not noticeable by the big screen cameras. In between $20 and Satanist she looks down at you, standing in front of the barricade taking pictures, and makes sure you get a good shot of her licking her lips and rolling her eyes back in her head.

After those two, you head backstage to not bug the fans at the barricade any more than you already have.

…..

The boys run off stage, phoebe running directly to you, in a spot not visible to the crowd. She kisses you hard and passionately, the taste of you still on her lips.

"Because of you, I went on stage with you all over my face, princess. You will be paying the price for it veeeerrry soon."

"We'll see how that goes for you," you reply.

She turns around and runs back on stage for the encore.

There will be more parts soon!! Thank you so much for reading 💖

-🦷

[unculturedswine-101]

Fast times-Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader

A/N: Based off of THAT scene in Fast Times at Ridgemont High

Warnings: not really, BOOBIES? (Haha), wet dream ig

One of the great things about turning 18 for Steve, was being able to rent R rated movies: and the first one he picked out? Fast Times at Ridgemont High of course. He had heard heard rumours about “the Phoebe Kates scene” but it was only when he watched it for himself that it had quite the effect on him.

That was all that was on his mind at school, other than you of course. The only perk about working there was seeing you working at the Sam goody across from Scoops; your bright smile when you greeted customers, how your uniform hugged your curves perfectly, how pretty your ass filled out your shorts when you bent down. To say he had a crush on you was an understatement, unfortunately he knew nothing about you, except for your name. “Hey dingus!” Robin snaps, pulling Steve from his regular staring at you. “Just go talk to her already! I’m sure she won’t bite” Robin complained, while accepting money from a customer and handing them their ice cream. “I can barely talk to girls here at Scoops Rob, how am I gonna talk to my dream girl?! I’ll just- I’ll say something stupid and she’ll just roll her eyes at me, I can’t handle that kind of rejection” Steve said pacing back and forth behind the counter. Robin rolled her eyes, “you’re scared of rejection?? You’ve been getting rejected left, right and centre all summer, Popeye” she laughs. “Yeah, but I mean, it’s different with y/n she’s just so perfect and, it would kill me to have to look at that beautiful face, knowing I blew it” he covered his face with his hands, sighing. “Steve Harrington, you will be single forever at this rate” Robin laughs, wiping the counter.

Steve went to sleep that night, constantly thinking about you, maybe he could just suck it up and go up to you tomorrow: prove Robin wrong and finally get you to flash your beautiful smile to him.

Suddenly, he wasn’t in his bed, he was at the Hawkins public pool, in a suit? He looked around and no one was there; except for someone swimming in the pool, about to come out; you. As you broke through the surface he felt a wave of electricity rush to his groin; your y/h/c was all slicked back, your shining eyes perfectly reflecting the sun, your gorgeous smile, and your very small red bikini showing off your breasts, your nipples peaking through the thin fabric. “Hi Steve, you know how cute I always thought you were” you beam, climbing up the ladder of the pool; it was like a porn movie, droplets of water falling from your waist and thighs while you strutted towards him; almost in slow motion, allowing him to take in your figure properly. He was shocked even more (if that was possible), when you reached to unclip the middle clip securing your bikini top. And let the flimsy material fall revealing your perfect breasts as they bounced with every step you took. You kept your path to Steve lifting your hands to run through his hair before pulling him into a kiss and then-

Steve opened his eyes to be sitting in a puddle of cum. “Shit!” Steve exclaims, kicking off the sheets. His boxers completely soaked from his wet dream.

He has got to talk to you tomorrow.