#she'll be blushing for a hot minute-

[axewchao]

Dallie is really pretty!

I never got around to drawing Dallie with the arm warmers, did?

Such an error cannot go uncorrected >:T

[jooyeonsvape]

gym games: seungcheol smut

w/c: 2k

pairing: idol!seungcheol, female!reader

genre: smut

summary: seungcheol challenges his lazy girlfriend to workout. every level completed, a reward will be given.

a/n: i didnt know how to put the ‘keep reading’ link on my posts but now i do, i apologize if that annoyed anyone lol

your bed was your favorite place to be after a long day at work; unfair wages, annoying employees, nagging customers. when you're in bed, watching your favorite drama, all the problems go away.

"[Y/N]!!" you hear a distant voice shouting and look up to see your sweaty boyfriend, seungcheol, waving his hand to get your attention. "are you dissociating again?" he asks with his arms crossed and a mischievous smirk on his lips.

he's trying to get you at the gym more because after work you just lay around, and you promised him you'd be his workout buddy. "i'm sorry baby, but not everyone enjoys working out like you." you defend, crossing your arms to copy him.

"i know you don't like working out, that's why i came up with an amazing idea, hoshi, bring it in." you stare at the man coming in with a white board, raising an eyebrow. "what...is that?" you ask confused and seungcheol stands on the otherside of the board.

"this, my dearest, is the motivation to inspire you to work out." he proudly smiles, grabbing a hand pointer and slaps it against the board, making you jump.

"level 1, warmups, you get a kiss for every warmup you complete. level 2, cardio, run 1 miles on the treadmill, i'll give you a sexy hot oil massage. level 3, dancing, you complete a whole seventeen song, of your choice, you get head. finally, level 4, weightlifting, if you can lift 100lbs, you can pick the reward." seungcheol points to each level as he talks and you hide your blush away from the two men.

"hoshi, did you come up with this?" you ask and he laughs, looking at the board proudly. "i helped, the hot oil massage was my idea." you roll your eyes out of embarrassment, glaring at seungcheol. "okay, i accept your offer, i'll go through all the levels," you confidently nod your head and start the warmups.

"20 pushups, 20 squats, and 10 lunges." your boyfriend commands, acting like a personal trainer. you try to hide your laugh at his stern demeanor, you were usually the one telling him what to do so you found it cute.

"thats all? this is gonna be a piece of cake." you get down to a pushup form and seungcheol walks to you, hovering over your smaller frame. "i forgot to mention, its 2 sets of pushups."

you groan loudly at the thought of doing 40 pushups and plop on the ground, hearing hoshi maniacally laughing in the back.

"come on baby, kisses are in store when you finish." you roll your eyes again at the offer and get back in form. "with this many pushups, i better get a full makeout session, not just a peck." you hear your boyfriend hum in agreement, watching you start on the warmup.

when level 1 was complete, the last thing on your mind was kisses, you were sweating profusely and chugging your water until it was almost gone.

seungcheol goes to the white board and puts a checkmark by level 1, looking at you with satisfaction. "take a 10 minute break and start level 2." he commands, you instantly dropping to the ground in a starfish formation, groaning to yourself loud.

"man, how is she going to get through the other levels when she's dying on warmups?" hoshi asks, doing pullups in the background. "she'll make it, she's just dramatic." your boyfriend answers and you lift your head up. "i'm already plotting my revenge, don't make it worse for yourself."

level 2 starts with the treadmill, and it was quite easy considering this is the only machine you use when you want to stare at seungcheol work out. "i've done 5 miles on this before," you brag to your boyfriend when he hops on the one next to you.

"have you done it on 12% incline and 7 miles per hour?" he asks with another cheeky smirk, and you gulp. "i-is it hard?" you chirp out, scared of the pain you'll be in tomorrow.

hoshi comes up and presses buttons that were foreign to you, but you read 12% and start going at a jog as he heightens the miles per hour to 7. you whine when it starts burning your calves and never keeping your eye off the mileage. "i'll do it with you," seungcheol smiles at your cuteness, running beside you.

the more you run, the less it hurt, and it was actually making you more energetic. "i'm halfway done!!" you proudly shout to your boyfriend, breathing heavy and he looks over at your machine. "good girl, don't give up." he cheers for you and your cheeks turn red from blushing.

when it hits the 1 mile mark you turn off your machine, slowing down with the motor, and stepping off with shaky legs. "that wasn't bad at all." you announce to the two boys and hoshi gives you a highfive, holding a stereo with the other hand.

"good job, now level 3, dancing to one of our songs, which one do you choose?" seungcheol asks, getting off the treadmill as well.

you think hard about what song you want to choose, then stick your finger in the air. "i got it! 'very nice'." the two boys start laughing and you slap your boyfriends arm. "it's my favorite, leave me alone."

hoshi plays 'very nice' on the stereo he had earlier and you begin the choreography, hitting every beat. they look at you with wide mouths, not expecting you to know the entire dance, "go [Y/N]!!" hoshi yells out, doing the dance to himself while he watches.

when you finish you blow your boyfriend a kiss and he catches it, putting it to his heart. "level 3 complete, i'm impressed [Y/N], seriously." he says and gives you a hug, rocking the both of you back and forth.

level 4 was to lift 100 lbs but after all you did, seungcheol decided to go easy on you, and change it to 50 lbs.

you easily lift the weight above your head and cheer to yourself, setting the weight on the ground, dancing around. "i get kisses, hot oil massage, head (sorry hoshi), AND pick my own reward."

seungcheol lifts you up and waves to hoshi, "thank you for helping, i have to go fulfill my promises." he puts you over his shoulder and you feel a slap on one of your butt cheeks, making you squeal. "bye hoshi, sorry you had to be involved with his perverted behavior."

hoshi waves and laughs, watching seungcheol run out of the private gym under your apartment complex, with you still on his shoulder.

at the apartment, he lays you on the bed the both of you share, and spreads his arms open to welcome you in his chest. you curl up comfortably on him, rubbing circles around his cheek. "level 1 prize please."

seungcheol leans down and kisses your nose, making you huff. he chuckles and goes down further to your lips, kissing gently until you open your mouth so his tongue could enter.

the kissing lasted only a few minutes before your hands roamed his body but he pulls away, "uh-uh, we need to do level 2 now." you pout but change your mood when you see seungcheol bringing in the massage oil, him smiling from ear to ear.

"get undressed, i'll warm the oil up." he tells you and gets the warmer, while you take off the athletic ware you had on. you put a pillow at the end of the bed and lay belly side down, anticipating the feeling of seungcheol's hands on you.

the feeling of him straddling your waist from the back made you let out a deep sigh at his weight. "am i too heavy?" he asks, hearing your breath hitch but you just shake your head. "no honey, im good." you whimper out and he laughs, getting off your butt, kneeling on the bed next to you. "i forgot you're half my size." you giggle and lean your head up to kiss his lips, admiring his compassion for you. "i'll get started now." 

he pours the oil on your back slowly, the pain hitting your skin instantly but you old it in until you're used to it. seungcheol massages your shoulders first and you let out a low lingering groan which made him start laughing, but you ignore it. his muscles flexed as he rubs every knot that was in your shoulders, continuing to make unnatural sounds at the massage. 

"flip." he whispers so he didn't ruin your zen state, and you abide, turning over so you were now on your back. he gently rubs your shoulders from the front with the oil, dragging his fingers up your neck in the process, making chills run down your body. 

he moves his hands down to your boobs and you smile with your eyes closed, squirming around when he squeezes them tight. the oil wasn't as hot anymore so when he poured more on your chest it didn't hurt your boobs. 

seungcheol admires your body and hums, pinching your perky nipples so they could get hard. you blush and watch him take one of your now hard nipples in his mouth, your head thrown back when you feel him start nibbling on it softly. his tongue swirls around you and he looks up at you with a smirk, "do you want to move on to level 3?" 

you nod and buck your hips gently in the air, signaling you needed him. he kisses from in between your boobs to your belly button and rubs your inner thigh gently. "good girl." he whispers and kisses down to your pelvis, just swiping his tongue over your clit. you whine at his teasing and buck your hips again, "i need it." you whimper out, seungcheol listening and flicks his tongue over your clit in a fast pace. 

you let out a loud moan at his tongue and grip his hair in your hand tightly, looking down at him pleasuring you. he pulls away so he could spread your legs open wide, his tongue sliding through your folds skillfully, then back up to your clit. his tongue pace never lessens while he lifts your legs up to your knees so he could see more of your pussy. 

he slides his tongue in your hole, feeling the inside of you with a moan and rubs your clit with his thumb. the sensation of him inside you made your legs shake and you buck your hips fucking his face. "you have a magic tongue baby." you moan out and feel him chuckle, sending vibrations against your wetness. 

you throw your head back again, arching your back and push his face closer to you while you cum in his mouth, yelling loud for him. "fuck..." you whimper when he sucks up all your juices and kisses your now throbbing clit. 

"thank you my angel." you breathe heavy and he goes up to kiss you on the lips, rubbing your arm softly. "anytime, i love you." he mumbles, wrapping an arm around your naked body. "what do you want to do for level 4?" seungcheol asks after you catch your breath and you hum, cuddling up to him close. "watch my shows naked, eat, have sex, watch my shows, eat, have sex, repeat, until we fall asleep. if we fall asleep." 

"deal."

[leighsartworks216]

Imagine if you will if Caleb and Zayne were each other's firsts...

Like I'm talking high school (they're 18, don't fuckin yell at me), neither of them have eyes for anyone other than MC and they've come to some sort of terms with that. But... well if one of them does win her over, neither of them have practice. Shouldn't they make sure they know how to kiss properly just in case...? And it can't be with another girl cuz that feels like a betrayal, and obviously they're not into guys so practicing with each other would be okay, right...?

Sitting on Zayne's bed while his parents are gone on a business trip. They agree that they're just doing this for MC, because surely she'll pick one of them one day, they love her too much to think otherwise. And they agree never to let her - or anyone - know about this

It's so awkward. Their hands are staunchly by their sides, holding onto the neatly made bedsheets and scrunching their eyes up too much for a short little peck. Blushing with embarrassment as they "do research" into kissing. Studying hand placement and techniques and shit

Their next attempts have them with one hand on the other's cheek. It feels different when they kiss this time, awkwardly sucking on lips, opening mouths to meet tongues... but it's good. Pulling away after a minute, so hot in the face and hearts racing, but it's definitely just because it's their first kiss, not because of who it's with...

Caleb taking off Zayne's glasses, claiming they're in the way. Setting them aside. Leaning in again and kissing him. Again and again and again, and fuck why is this so good? Zayne tangling his fingers in Caleb's hair without thinking, choked little sounds in his throat. They should stop, they succeeded in what they set out to do. But Caleb's breathless and whining and palming himself through his jeans and fuck why is Zayne so hot right now, he's never seen him like this before

Ahem. Can you see the vision?

[rafeandonlyrafe]

the bosses daughter part one

words: 1.9k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, male and female receiving oral, p in v sex, unprotected sex, semi public sex, golfer!rafe

part one / part two

“who is that?” rafe asks, leaning forward to get a better view of the ponytail that's swishing through a sea of polo shirts.

“bosses daughter.” his coworker quickly warns. “don't even acknowledge her of he'll fire your ass.”

rafe doesn't take the threat too seriously. he's mostly just working to please his dad and show ward that he can commit to something, even if it is just teaching golf lessons twice a week.

“she's hot though.” he argues back, eyes moving down your back to the short golf skirt covering your ass, accentuated by your thick thighs.

“which is why she'll never go for you anyways.” despite his coworkers jokes, he's got it all wrong.

“why hello.” you smile, walking up to rafe a while later, when he's out away from the central club and warming up with some swings. “i don't think we've met before. im y/n.”

“rafe.” he answers happily, finishing the last ball of the line off with a powerful swing that you both watch go sailing through the air. “pleasure to meet you.”

“you haven't been working here long.” you state. “im sure i would have remembered you.”

“oh yeah?” rafe smirks. “and why's that?”

your cheeks tinge with blush but it doesn't stop your tongue. “you're just my type. i already remember all the cute golf guys.”

“all of them?” rafe raises his eyebrows. “you're already making me jealous, princess.”

“well, if it makes you feel better you're the one i left the club to find.” you hum out, leaning your hip against his golf cart.

“and it would make me feel even better if you found me again after my lesson.” rafe looks at the 10 year old he's been teaching as he trods through the grass. “don't want your dad to get mad about me missing a lesson, though i would for you gorgeous.”

you smile, biting your tongue to stop yourself from continuing to flirt as the mother of the young golfer crests the hill. you watch the lesson for a few minutes before retreating back to the country club.

“any of the guys giving you shit, y/n?” your dad calls as you enter into the bar area, of course sat chatting with a customer and longtime family friend, which was the category most of the clientele

fell into.

“nope.” you answer, popping your p. “i was just watching a lesson for a bit. cute little kid and the instructor was real nice. i think he's new.”

“rafe?” your dad raises his eyebrows and you don't miss his friend chuckling. “you stay away from him y/n.” he says sternly.

“ugh, you tell me to stay away from everyone dad.” you roll your eyes dramatically.

“exactly.” your dad says, giving you a pointed look. 

you give him a pout right back and leave the room, finding a quiet spot to scroll on your phone as you wait for time to pass, ready to not take your father's advice.

you figure rafes lesson must be over by now and make your way back outside, deciding to ditch the golf cart and go on foot looking for him. you make it only a short distance down the main path until you spot him.

“still jealous?” you question, sliding into the passenger seat of his golf cart. rafe instantly takes off, driving you slowly away from the centralized area.

“depends on what you were doing while i was teaching.” rafe hums out, a hand reaching over to place itself on your thigh, a still respectable distance for now.

“oh, just getting a lecture from my dad to stay away from you.”

“and yet here you are…” rafes hand inches higher. “letting me drive you away from the club.”

“hopefully to the most isolated spot…” you take rafes hand and move it upwards, guiding his fingers underneath your skirt, making your intentions blatantly obvious.

“as concealed as possible, yeah?” rafe asks, hand slipping between your thighs, pressing against your core as he begins to stroke softly. “not a fan of being watched?”

“not when everyone would run back to tell my father.” you chuckle before gasping as rafes fingers change their angle to rub directly against your clit.

“then your better keep a straight face while we drive past these guys.” rafe warns. your eyes blink open, you hadn't even realized that you closed them. 

you let out a soft moan as rafe presses further into your clit, knowing that the front of the golf cart is blocking their view of his hand underneath your skirt.

“come on, at least try to hide how good im making you feel.” rafe smirks at you as you attempt to straighten out your face as you drive by, thankfully the golfers are more interested in their game than whoever is speeding by.

rafe moves to a hole that's been taken off the course in favor for new builds, waiting for it to be revamped, meaning no one is likely to be around.

“behind the trees.” you point ahead at a patch of pines that should conceal you perfectly.

rafe pulls his hand from your pants as you let out a huff of disapproval, only for him to quickly put the car into park. 

you both jump at each other at the same time, lips finding lips as you straddle rafe, hands on his neck as you kiss him passionately.

rafes hands are now free to explore without worrying about wandering eyes, rubbing down your back before dropping to grip your ass from underneath the flap of your skirt.

you can't help yourself, needing the stimulation back on your clit as you push your hips down, grinding against rafes cock as you feel him stiffening and growing underneath you.

“wanna suck you off.” you tell rafe, sliding off his lap and onto the floor of the golf cart.

“hell fucking yeah.” rafe growls out, watching with anticipation as you reach for the zipper on his golf shorts, tugging at the metal until he lifts his hips to help you pull the khaki material down to his ankles.

your eyes crinkle with a smile as you see rafes length clearly pushing against the fabric of his underwear.

despite needing him desperately, you can't help but tease him as you press kisses from his base to the head of his cock, a small wet spot already forming.

your tongue pokes out to taste him, wetting the material even more until you can't take the barrier any longer and shove rafes underwear down, allowing his cock to spring out.

you open your mouth to tell rafe how big his cock is, when his hips surge forward and his hand comes to the back of your neck at the same time, pushing your head down onto his cock.

you gag at the sudden and unexpected intrusion, but the sound only seems to turn rafe on more as his cock twitches in your mouth.

you begin to start a steady rhythm, rafes hips raising to meet yours as you get used to the feeling of his length down your throat.

“fuck!” rafe groans out. “what a mouth you got on you.”

you try to resist the urge to smile, but rafe can still feel the sides of your mouth quirking up.

rafe pulls you by your hair, raising your face up to meet his as he smashes his lips against his, not caring that he can taste himself slightly under the overpowering flavor of your strawberry chapstick.

“need you.” rafe says, tugging on your hair again.

you move quickly, standing up with slightly wobbly knees as you pull your skirt and panties down in one smooth go.

“shit.” rafe groans, pussy right at his eye level. “need to do this first though.”

rafes chin forces your thighs further apart as you fall backwards, bum landing on the steering wheel while his mouth finds your cunt, tongue teasing your clit in wide circles as you wait for him to finally pass over the bundle of nerves.

just when you think that rafe isn't going to, his tongue flicks against your clit before latching around it, sucking harshly as he looks up, watching the way you moan out, still trying not to be too loud.

“ride me.” rafe says, pulling away, knowing he could eat your pussy forever but that you both don't have the luxury of time. certainly your dad would be getting suspicious of your absence soon.

rafe leans back, allowing you to straddle him again, knees pressing into the leathery seat material.

you reach down to take his cock in your hand by the base, lining him up with your entrance before sinking down with a moan falling from both of your lips.

“god, you're so warm and wet.” rafe moans out, eyes glossed over as he looks at you, both soaking in the moment of your bodies joined together before you start to move, hips rising up before falling quickly, pussy clenching around his cock with every movement.

“you feel perfect.” you tell rafe honestly, loving the way he hits that hidden sweet spot inside of you every single time without fail.

you place your hands on rafes chest, providing you some more stability as you speed up until you're bouncing up and down on his dick.

rafes hands find your hips, helping you move up and down the second you show any sign of fatigue.

“im- i don't know how much longer im going to last.” rafe warns. he wishes he could keep going, but with already having your mouth around him, he knows he's about to reach his limit. 

“touch my clit.” you command rafe, knowing that's all you need to reach your own high.

rafe listens to your demands instantly, thumb finding your clit as he places the pad over it, rubbing in quick circles, even concentrating enough to spell out the letters of his name onto your clit.

“f-fuck!” you squeal. “keep going!”

rafe begins to push his hips up to join you, both of you pushing your tired muscles as hard as you can, waiting to see who the first one will be to break.

your high breeches suddenly, back arching as you cum with a gasp of rafes name. you push yourself as deep onto rafes cock as you can, moaning when you feel him release, cum flooding your insides as you reach your highs simultaneously.

you fall forward as rafe gives a few more thrusts to help ride out your highs.

“shit.” you whine with a giggle as your face presses into rafes chest. “that was so fucking good.”

“honestly, i could stay like this forever.” rafe says, hand squeezing your ass.

“but…” 

“but your dad.”

“ugh.” you sit up, pushing a couple strands of hair off your face that are sticking to your sweaty forehead. “i hate that you're right.”

“but my next lesson is thursday.” rafe says as you carefully slide off his cock, knowing you need to redress immediately. “if you'd like to find me after that shift.”

“hm…” you sit back down next to rafe once you've got your skirt on, watching as he covers himself back up and makes himself presentable again. “i think i can do that.”

“promise you baby, you won't have to look too hard.” rafe pulls you into one last strong kiss before taking off back towards the club.

[madman479r]

A change of Schneenery

Weiss:... *staring blankly at book*

Ruby: Hey, Weiss. You okay?

Weiss: Huh, what? I mean, yes. Why wouldn't I be?

Yang: Because you've been staring at the same page for 20 minutes, so unless you're a slow reader, something is bothering you.

Weiss: Since when are you observant?

Yang: Nice redirection, now spill.

Weiss:... *sighs* Well, as you know, Winter has been able to visit since Atlas has lent some of its forces to Vale and Beacon.

Blake: The sister you strive to impress and feel that nothing you do is good enough so you push harder? Yes, we know.

Weiss: Thank you for that unnecessary commentary, Blake. But yes. During our tea time, I asked if she would like to spar this evening after classes, but she said she was... otherwise engaged.

Yang: So, what? You're bummed because she's busy with work?

Weiss: It's not that. I understand she is quite busy, having responsibilities as a high ranking Atlas Specialist, I've come to terms with that and cherished the short times we get to spend together, but she said that this engagement was not work related, but rather... a... date.

Ruby: *Gasp* Oh! Your sister has a boyfriend?! That's great, good for her!

Weiss: She doesn't have a boyfriend, dunce! It is apparently her first evening with this person, so he's hardly a "boyfriend", and I wouldn't use such an immature title for Winter.

Yang: Whoa! Calm down, Ice Queen. Jeez, you seem pretty wound up by this guy.

Blake: Maybe it's because she's jealous.

Weiss: Jealous?! Of what, exactly? Why would I be jealous of Winter?

Blake: Not Winter. But of the guy she's going on a date with.

Yang:.. Weiss, please tell me you don't think incest is wincest.

Weiss: W-WHAT?! GET SUCH FILTHY, DEGENERATE THOUGHTS OUT OF YOUR MIND, XIAO LONG!

Blake: Not like that, either of you. I meant as in you're jealous of this mystery guy because you're afraid of him cutting into your 'Winter' time, and she'll have less time for you.

Ruby: Oooooh! Well that's ridiculous too, Weiss. Winter is your sister, your big sister. And she'll always have time for you, the best big sisters do. Even if they can be a little overboard.

Yang: Are you referring to me?

Ruby: I don't know. Do you know anyone else who stood outside my friend's home and watched the house all night while I was having a sleep over?

Yang: It was your first time, I was just making sure they weren't the bitchy type.

Ruby: Anyway, just remember, Winter will always love you and have time for you.

Weiss:... Thanks, Ruby. I guess I just needed to hear that.

Yang: So, who is the guy that managed to capture your sister's heart. If she's got an even bigger stick up her ass than you do, he must have been a catch.

Weiss: Har har. But to answer your question, I'm not sure. She never gave me a name or even a description.

**KNOCK KNOCK**

Weiss: I'll get it. **Opens door to see...**

Weiss: Winter? What are you doing here? And why are you dressed like that?

Winter: Weiss? Oh, I think I may have the wrong room.

Weiss: What?

**Sound of a door behind Winter opening**

???: Winter?

**Winter and Weiss look to see**

Weiss: Urgh, Arc. What do you-

Winter: Ah, Jaune, I hope I'm not too late for our date.

Weiss: YOUR WHAT?!

Jaune: Oh, no. Just on time if anything. And can I say you look stunning.

Winter: *///* Oh, flatterer. You clean up quite nice yourself. Very handsome.

Jaune: *Rubs back of head with a blush* Yeah, I didn't think my hoodie would be a good attire. Oh! Uh? **Offers arm for her to hold** Shall we?

Winter: *locks her arm around Jaune's and waves to Weiss** I shall see you soon, sister. Sorry to disturb you. *walks off with Jaune.*

Weiss:... *twitching eye* (mind .exe has stopped working)

Yang: Dang. Didn't think I'd say this, but vomit boy looked kinda hot dressed like that. He should try that more often.

Blake: I didn't think we'd see the day he actually managed to get a date.

Ruby: Blake! That's mean.

Blake: Sorry but you can't deny what I said.

Yang: Yeah, sorry sis. But Jaune isn't exactly beating the women away with a stick, not with his dorky attitude. But still, I guess Jaune just hit the right buttons for Ice Queen senior.

Weiss: This... this has to be a mistake. A cruel joke! How could my sister, the epitome of perfection and sophistication, even entertain the idea of spending time with that buffoon?!

Yang: Hey, like I said, maybe she just saw something in him we didn't. Besides, it's just a date. It's not like she's gonna marry him.

Weiss: Do not put such disturbing imagery in my head, Yang.

Blake: Uh, guys? What's that on the floor?

Weiss: Hmm? Is... is that...

Yang: Holy shit, that's a condom! Vomit boy is kinda moving fast.

Ruby: Girls...

Weiss: That pervert!

Ruby: Weiss.

Weiss: He thinks he can so easily bed my sister and sully her name?!

Ruby: Weiss!

Weiss: I'm going to take this condom, find Winter and expose Arc for his degeneracy!

Ruby: WEISS!

Weiss: WHAT?!

Ruby: That condom doesn't belong to Jaune. It fell where Winter was standing

Weiss:...

Blake: **Slowly goes back to reading.**

Yang:... Damn.

[billliesbabygirl]

miss eilish

this one’s very stupid

y/n

i couldn't get any sleep last night, and now i've slept through all of my classes. i walked into my last period class knowing i would fall asleep as soon as i got to my desk.

god i hate ms. eilish. i know she'll be mad at me for sleeping through her boring math class and she'll be happy to embarrass me in front of everyone. again.

i don't know why she always targets me, she yells at me anytime she gets the chance.

a few minutes passed and my eyes got heavy, my sleepiness took over and i started to drift off.

—

i wake up to someone pulling on my hair, lifting my head up

"try not to get your drool all over my desk." ms. eilish laughed at me.

i felt like bawling, embarrassment takes over me and all i could spit out was an 'i'm sorry'

"you're wasting your time and your parents money if you don't act right, do you understand me?" she waits for me nod before continuing her lesson.

i hate that she's so mean. she's so pretty, my gaze lingers on her for a moment while i take in her beauty. my eyes drop to her lips, she has the kind of lips that are just begging to be kissed, my eyes start wandering to her body.

"like what you see?" billie catches you staring and raises an eyebrow, her lips forming a smirk.

"y- yes" fuck. why did i say that.

(i know the stuttering is stupid lmaoshjsjs)

"im flattered, but maybe you should focus on the lesson i'm trying to teach you." she says sarcastically, making my cheeks an even brighter shade of red.

"yes ma'am, i'm sorry" i felt like crying.

she walked closer to me leaning down next to me."don't think this is over y/n, would you mind staying after class? we need to have a little talk" she whispers in my ear giving me goosebumps.

"okay." i guess i'm just gonna get yelled at. i started to anticipate her getting mad at me. what the fuck. why do i want her to yell at me? maybe the sleepiness is fucking with my head, she's just so hot.

—

class ends and after everyone leaves i stay at my seat. i don't even know what to expect from ms. eilish, she's either gonna make me grade papers for hours or she's gonna call my mom. ugh.

"cmere baby" my heart starts to race and i try to hide my new excitement. i mumble a yes ma'am and slowly walk to her desk.

"listen y/n, you've been very disrespectful in my class, that needs to stop." she stares at me seriously.

i know deep down i deserve this, i avoid eye contact with her out of embarrassment but i can see how mad she is "i'm sorry ms. eilish" i started to play with my hands out of nervousness, shes just staring at me.

"you don't have to call me ms. eilish sweet girl" she said before biting her lip

i smile softly at her, i love this soft side of her, she makes me feel weirdly safe and scared at the same time. "you don't want me to, ms. eilish?" i tease her, laughing quietly. she shakes her head no while still biting her lip.

"what should i call you then?" i stare back at her, finally brave enough to hold eye contact with her, and her beautiful, beautiful eyes.

a small smirk forms on her face again. "you wanna call me mommy sweetheart?"

"o-okay mommy" i didn't know what to say, or what was happening.

"that's it baby, you wanna sit in my lap? i promise mommy's gentle" she pats her lap, and laughs softly.

she wraps her arms around me pulling me close after i sit on her thigh. what the fuck is happening. her pretty lips are so close to mine when i turn my face towards hers, she puts one hand behind my head, smiling and pulling me closer to her. she softly kisses my lips and grunts. my eyes are wide open as she kisses me and she laughs when she notices.

"i know you want me sweetheart, you can't keep your fucking eyes off my tits." i blushed in embarrassment, i don't know how i made it so obvious.

"o-oh" she smiles and inhales deeply, loving the scent of my hair and the warmth of my body on hers. "i'm interested in you, sweet girl. you're so endearing, and on top of that you're absolutely adorable." she smiles at me.

my eyes lit up and i quietly said thank you. "why do you always yell at me if you like me so much?" i asked, pouting a little.

"you're a good student, i just love seeing the way you react to me humiliating you. you squirm like a little bitch. i know you love it."

what the fuck.

i let out a whimper and hide my face in the crook of her neck out of embarrassment.

billie's eyes narrow, lifting my face to look towards her. "awh baby, you love when mommy makes you feel helpless huh?" i nod my head slowly.

"i want you to lick my pussy baby, can touch do that for mommy?" i needed to please her, i need to make her proud. i nod and get on my knees looking up at her, she has a handful of my hair and looks down at me with a sadistic smirk.

she grips my hair even harder while pulling my face closer to her heat. her breathing getting faster as you got closer. "good fucking girl"

she's bites her lip when i start licking her, she thrusts her hips against my face, her clit rubbing my lips.

"that's it, that's my slut" i moan at the name while sucking at her clit, earning a whimper from her.

i reached between my legs slipping my hand under my skirt, rubbing my clit through my panties. bucking my hips against my hand and moaning against her pussy again.

billie pulls my face even closer to her, grinding against my mouth "so fucking pathetic baby, you need to hump your fucking hand because you can't wait to get off?" all i could do was whine against her.

billie's eyes widen as she gets to the brink of her orgasm, she continues fucking my face until she cums with a low moan, leaving her sweetness on my face.

"awh baby" she says as she's coming down, watching me desperately grind on my hand.

"mommy!" i whimper making her laugh at me, she tells me to get back on her lap and i obey her. she pulls me up onto her thighs

"calm down baby, it's okay mommy's gonna take care of you okay?" she says while tracing my thighs. her hand goes under my shirt feeling the wetness of my panties

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"calm down baby, it's okay mommy's gonna take care of you okay?" she says while tracing my thighs. her hand goes under my skirt feeling the wetness of my panties

"oh sweetheart, you soaked your panties. slutty girl." she laughs at me. i start bucking my hips against her fingers and she moves them immediately.

she pulls on my hair making my head lean back "desperate bitch" she laughs pityingly, her hand resting on my thighs.

"mommy's gonna make you feel so good." she says soothing me, her hand occasionally brushing the wet fabric of my panties.

she lifts my skirt up more putting my body on display, she played with the hem of my panties slowly pulling them down.

"oh baby, you're fucking dripping. you're so slutty, can't even control yourself and your needy pussy."

billie's hand trails up my thigh, her touch is light and gentle, teasing me making me beg for more. "see? practically begging for me to fuck you. useless little thing."

"touch me" i groan, frustrated. she slaps my thigh making me whine in pain and pleasure.

"you don't tell mommy what to do, i'll do whatever i want with you, whenever i want. do i need to shut you up?"

"i- i'm sorry mommy i didn't mean to" i was interrupted with another slap on my thigh, a little harder this time.

billie leans over me a little to rummage through the drawers of her desk, until she finds a black leather ball gag. she holds it in front of my face with a dominant look in her eye "this is what dirty girls like you need."

she puts the gag next to my face, pulling the straps tight around my head as she leans in to whisper in my ear "open wide"

i comply and i couldn't help but smirk to myself knowing what i was getting into. she nods at me obeying her, sliding the ball between my teeth. she fits the straps snuggly around my head. billie moves her hands back between my legs, continuing to tease me. her hand traces patterns on my thigh, just barely avoiding where i needed her most.

i whine through the gag and she smirks at my eagerness, loving how easily i submit to her.

her fingers finally reached my pussy, tracing circles around my entrance. she finally puts a finger inside and i let out a muffled scream.

she smiles at my reaction, her fingers pumping in and out of me at a almost torturing slow pace. "you want more, little slut?"

i frantically nod and buck my hips, she laughs and adds two fingers. filling the room with my whines and the sounds of wetness between my legs.

she smirks and wipes the drool from my face, "oh, you poor thing, you can hardly handle the gag. drooling like a little bitch."

i whine again and she continues to slowly stretch me out, i start pushing into her fingers needing her to go faster. "awwwh baby look how desperate you are" she taunts knowing exactly what it does to me.

she started picking up her pace making me moan around the gag, she pushes back into me hitting all of the right spots. i can already feel myself getting close.

she moved her hand that was tangled in my hair to my clit, slowly rubbing circles around it. "you love when mommy uses you like this huh?"

i nod while moaning loudly. billie could tell i was close, my body was trembling, my breathing was messy and my wetness was running down my thighs. i was dying to cum for her.

i'm practically screaming through the gag. she laughs at me and takes her fingers out, making me whine desperately at the loss of pleasure.

"shut the fuck up" she spanks my thigh and pulls my hair before grabbing my hips and lifting me onto her desk. fuck.

she leans down and opens my legs, putting her face between them. kissing my thighs all the way up to my pussy.

she wraps her lips around my clit, sucking softly and swirling her tongue around it. both of her hands were gripping my hips to keep me still while she continued to suck and lick my pussy.

"filthy little slut. you love mommy's tongue so much don't you? so fucking pathetic, dripping all over my desk" she says with her face buried in my pussy.

all i can think about is the pleasure i'm feeling, crashing over me in waves as she continues to devour me. i've never felt anything like this before, it's so addicting.

she adds the three fingers back in me, making my legs shake and my hips buck towards her. she went faster as she sucked harder, her mouth never leaving my clit completely at her mercy as she fucks me with her fingers.

"awh baby i think i fucked you dumb. such a stupid little slut huh, can't think straight when mommy uses you?" she laughs as she ruins me.

"that's it little slut" she says as i get closer to my orgasm, whimpering and whining uncontrollably. "i want your slutty cum on my fingers"

billie curls her fingers hitting the perfect spot that brings me over the edge. my body tenses up and i moan loudly through my gag, cumming on her fingers. i'm a dripping mess whining and shuddering on her fingers.

she takes her fingers out when my body relaxes and i come down from it, billie warmly smiles at me and wraps her arms around me. i nuzzle my face against her neck, still breathing heavily.

she rubs my back soothingly before grabbing my face and kissing my forehead.

"let me clean you up sweetheart"

hi im embarrassed again

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Swim Lessons

Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: in Jackson, you find a creative way to get Joel to come to the lake to see Ellie swim.

Warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, Joel calls you a slut or whore a few times, fingering, orgams denial, slight belly bulge, teasing, minor breeding kink (honestly I don't count it but maybe sorta), description of female reader body, low key perverted Joel, language, wet Joel is a warning itself.

18+ ONLY, minors DNI

- - - -

You were walking outside, planting flowers outside some of the main walkways when you had overheard the two of them through their kitchen window.

Ellie was begging Joel to teach her how to swim during their first summer at Jackson. There was a lake within the confines of the community that was open for fishing and, during the hot summer months, leisure swimming. What a luxury in the apocalypse.

"No."

"Please??"

"I said no."

"Wuss," Ellie mumbled under her breath.

Joel shot daggers at her, but he was not going to budge.

"Ain't going to no lake and getting my clothes wet just to watch you flail like a kid who can't swim."

"I AM a kid who can't swim, asshole. And you'd have to take your clothes off, duh."

Oh what a sight that would be.

Joel laughed out loud. "Even more reason I won't be there."

Joel turned around and noticed you leaning on the ground, your back turned towards him. He admired your silhouette, the little shorts and tank top covering your backside as you delicately turned over the soil and planted the bulbs. He was unaware that you could hear their conversation, but you were fully aware oh his eyes burning at the back of your skull.

Ellie noticed (she always notices--Joel can't help but make it so obvious when he's staring at you). "She'll be there too."

Joel scoffed, acting like be wasn't checking you out for three silent minutes straight. "Who?" He asks incredulously.

Ellie raised her eyebrows. "Bet she'll wear something cute."

Joel shook his head, acting uninterested. His mind was going a thousand miles a minute eying you up once again and trying NOT to think about the numerous bathing suits he could picture you In, all of which he'd be stripping you out of by the time the sun set.

You hear your name being called from the window by Ellie. You turn around and wave. Joel tries to dodge your eyes, a blush creeping on his face.

"Will you teach me to swim tomorrow at the lake?" Ellie asked.

"Of course!" You responded. "I'll be there at 3."

The next day, right at 3pm, Ellie was right on time. You were stretching along the sandy waterline, watching others kick around the shallow waters and diving into the depths. It was genuinely peaceful.

Ellie wore a full piece that ended in shorts, modestly covering her lower region. You could tell she was incredibly anxious to be standing around in such tight fitting and revealing clothes.

It pissed you that she was alone.

"He didn't come?"

"Said he would think about it. But he was going down for a nap when I left." She mumbled dejected. You watched her twirl her fingers anxiously, watching the dozens of kids and adults freely splashing around the water.

You knew having Joel here would help her confidence, knowing there was someone here who knew her more intimately. The one who taught her to shoot, hunt, and survive. But ultimately, having Joel here would give her someone to bully, and that was a huge confidence booster for the 14 year old.

"He'll come," you said, absolutely sure. "I'll go talk to him in a few minutes. Now let's just standing in the water for a bit, get you used to the temperature."

--

Joel was lying faceup on the couch, his arm propping his neck up against the armrest. He had no plans to go to the lake that day. The less he thought about you, the better off he'd be at resisting your temptations.

A fervent knock on the door startled him. Grumbling, he reluctantly got up from napping position and opened the door.

There were a million things he expected, but you standing there in the most revealing bikini, dripping wet all over his porch, fucking barefoot, was not one of them.

"Hey Joel!" You beamed. You could see his brain stop working as he stood there gawking at you like a fish out of water. "Ellie forgot her goggles so I'm just coming by to pick them up."

"Uhhhhh."

You had to suppress the smirk on your face as you pushed by him to jog upstairs to Ellies room. When you came back, making an obvious show of your breasts and ass bouncing down the stairs, you twirled the googles in your hand. "Got em!"

You made your way to the front door.

Joel still hadn't uttered a word. He was struggling to process what to say. He could be mad that you barged in without permission. Or that you were leaving water footprints all over the floorboards. But no, all that was on his mind was the way the water dripped down your wet hair, running down between the valley of your tits, your belly, cascading along your naval, between your legs. The way the bra did nothing but accentuate your supple breasts, pushing them up and together like they were tempting him. How gorgeous your legs looked with basically string over your hips, and the glistening of droplets against your skin just making you shine in the sun. The entire time he didn't even make eye contact with you, so unaware of the fact that he was staring at every inch of your body. His tongue slowly licked his parched lips. The only thing on his mind was bending you over his knee right now and beating you ass red--

"Ellie's making good progress. Shame you won't be there to see," you said, smile still genuine and sweet on your face as you went to the front door. He finally looks up to your eyes and blushes, quickly looking away.

"Yeah.... shame," he mumbles.

You wave goodbye--making even effort to have your tits sway with the movement, before hopping off towards the lake.

---

It takes all of 10 minutes for Joel to show up at the lake. You know it because Ellie, who was now doggy paddling in the shallow end, stood up and gave a low whistle. You were in the water with her, lying down to submerge your body, when you turned around. God, you wish you had a camera.

Joel stood in the sand awkwardly looking lost and out of place, beach towel in hand, flip-flops and (oh my GOD) actual shorts. You took a closer look, realizing this is the first time you've ever seen his legs (he's always wearing jeans) and notice they weren't swim trunks. They were fucking boxers. To your dismay, he was wear a short sleeves shirt, but none the less, this was most naked Joel had ever been in pubblic. And you could see the same nervous stance Ellie had when she first showed up too.

"Well aren't you pretty, you old fucker," Tommy muttered, whistling at Joel as well. He was sun bathing in his swim trunks, shirtless, with sunglasses.

Ellie bounced out of the water to come oogle Joel, making snide comments. Her attitude had improved immensely, just as you suspected.

"Yeah yeah, shut up." He groaned. "Where are your goggles?"

"What goggles?"

Joel stared at Ellie, then to you. He gave you a knowing, defeated look. You sunk down in to the water so he couldnt see your giggles. He sat down next to Tommy.

You came out, freshly soaking wet in your bikini.

Joel moved his beach towel to his lap, wrapping up towards his lower ribcage to conceal his belly, sitting there with hands by his side, legs bent, trying to hide his obvious boner from the world. Despite how much he eye fucked you earlier, he was doing his best to avoid looking at you now.

"So nice of you to come see Ellie, Joel," you teased. You sat down next to him, softly pressing your tits right against his muscle arm. The tips of his ears were bright red.

"You're supposed to take your shirt off and go swimming," Ellie said.

"M'fine right here. Ain't nobody need to see what's under here."

"Wuss," Ellie mumbled. Before Joel could tut her off, she was leaping back into the water. You and Joel were both extremely proud of the work she had made.

And yes, you could see the difference in her confidence now that Joel was here watching her. You both watched her splash some of the other kids, laughing and enjoying herself.

Without removing his gaze from Ellie, Joel leaned towards you. "You're a fucking tease, you know that?"

He hadn't noticed you had whipped the goggles out. You dropped them on to his lap, causing him to yelp as they grazed the tip of his erect dick under the towel. You snatched his glasses from his eyes and put them over your head, forcing him squint at you.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

- - - -

About two hours later, most people had gone home to enjoy a summer nap after a day at the lake. The sun was setting beyond the trees. Joel waved Tommy goodbye, leaving just him, you, and Ellie. You had fallen asleep under an umbrella (an umbrella Joel had to put over you so you didn't burn in the sun while you slept.)

He took his shirt off and slipped into the lake, encouraging Ellie to go deeper into the water, promising he'd be right next to her. You had awoken to both of them comfortably in the water together, Ellie splashing Joel and getting his fluffy hair all wet and tampered down. It made your heart swell to watch the two of them exist as they are without anyone else.

You did your job. Time to go home.

You had started rolling up your towel when Joel's wet hand reached out and grabbed you. You turned around and saw him dripping wet, finally shirtless. Fuck he was even more imposing with less clothing. His soft belly did nothing to lessen his broad shoulders and strong built. Your eyes drifted down to his boxers, now clinging to his muscle thighs and hips and the outline of his big fucking c---

Joel smirked to himself, seeing the blush creep on your face. He realized how the reversal of your roles from earlier still garnered the same reaction.

"Thanks again for coming to teach Ellie to swim," you piped, hoping it wasn't obvious the effect his body had on you for a change.

"You were the one teaching her most of it. Just came to watch."

"Me or Ellie?" You smirked.

Joel rolled his eyes. He would never admit that the main reason he came was to watch you strut around in that pathetic excuse of a bikini for hours. Once you had given him a taste at his front door and left, he botled upstairs, dug through his clothes, searching for swim trunks. He didn't want to see too out of the ordinary when he showed up to eye fuck you for the rest of the evening. Not having a single pair of swim shorts wasn't going to stop him from seeing you in your glory.

He glanced back down to your breasts (now realizing you were pushing your arms together to accentuate their plumpness right at him), licking his lips. Seductively bringing his darkened gaze back to you, you felt your pussy throb with need.

He clearbed his throat. "Well, I was wonderin' if you wanted to--"

Before he could finish, Ellie had slapped a hand on Joel's back, barging in the conversation. "I am soooo pruney! Anyway, thanks for teaching me to swim!" She wrapped Joel's towel around his shoulders.

You and Joel both say at the same time "You're welcome."

Ellie took one look at the pair of you before loudly announcing, "Im going to Dina's tonight. Bye!" Before running off.

And then there were two.

You shuffled awkwardly, avoiding his eyes by playing with the sand below your feet. "You were saying? Wondering if I wanted to ... get swim lessons from you too?"

"Ha. No. Sure you're a fantastic swimmer. No. Wonderin' if you wanted to come to my place tonight."

"Oh? What for?" You teased.

He leaned closer, his fingers dragging your chin so you stare up as he pressed his wet body against yours. He rolls his bottom lip between his teeth before answering: "'Cause I'm not fucking you in some nasty lake."

You gulp, never expecting him to he so forward. For once, he had you speechless while he enjoyed your freezed reaction.

You two had barely made it through his front door before he was shoving his lips on yours, moaning into the kiss. Your lips were dry from the hours in the sun and water, but he was so thirsty for a taste of you that he couldn't care in the slightest.

"Teasin me all day with this fuckin bikini," he groaned, pulling the thin string that held your bilinki top together from the back. The top fell right off, his hands immediately replacing them to rub your breasts. "Knew these tits would be gorgeous," he moaned into your mouth, making you shiver. You closed your lips around his again, feeling his hands travel down your back till they reached your ass, giving a firm squeeze. "Can't believe you went out wearing a fucking thong and calling it a bathing suit."

"This IS a bathing suit," you laughed, licking his bottom pouty lip. "Least I didnt wear actual underwear."

He bit your earlobe, pressing you against the wall. "Gave you something to think about, didn't it?" His fingers were pushing your bottoms aside and rubbing along your soaked folds. You keened into his mouth, eyes closing with head thrown back. You could feel his hot breath on your face. "Fuckin knew you'd be soaked. Not just talkin about the water. Drenched cunt just from lookin at me, huh? Filthy slut."

Holy FUCK he had a mouth, and you couldn't help but feel more aroused from his words.

He continued to stroke your clit with his thumb, two fingers seaking your hole and plunging in at once. "Oh, fuck, Joel!"

He propped his knee between your legs, preventing you from closing them. He let you grind your pussy against his palm while he worked both fingers fast, curling, pulling then pushing in fast rythm, hitting your g spot with deadly precision.

"You like this?"

"Ah huh!"

"Say it."

"I like it! Oh J--m' gonna cum!"

Joel immediately withdrew his fingers, making you whine at the emptiness. "What the f--"

"Teachin everybody some lessons today." He kissed each cheek. "You're gonna learn not to tease me like that."

He continued to press his lips all over you you, refusing to put his fingers back on your aching clit. He resorted to grinding his wet bulge against your mound. You gasped at the sheer size of him, desperately needing that thing inside you.

Between kisses, you had gripped his hair which had now started to curl again around the roots. You managed to say, "Shower."

Joel scooped you up bridal style and carried you up the stairs. He placed you down in the bathroom slapping your ass.

"Take that rudiculous thing off," he ordered, nodding to your bikini bottom while he stripped off his own wet clothes off.

Your thighs clenched at the sight of his erect dick bouncing up to his soft tummy, standing tall, dripping a healthy amount of precum. It was flush red, angry at the tip, pulsing towards you. "See what ya do to me?" He wrapped a thick hand around the shaft, pumping it slowly while watching you. "Been like this all day cuz of you."

Your eyes never left it as you stepped backwards into the shower. He followed you in, shutting the curtains behind him.

While you turned on the shower and adjusted the heat, you could feel his lips met the back of your neck, slowly trailing down your shoulders and back up your spine. His stiff cock pressed between your silky thighs, rutting against your ass each time with desperate thrusts. You could feel your cunt aching at his earlier denial of your orgasm. You sigh heavily once the heat sprays you both. "Should get clean first before our mouths get too busy."

Joel nodded. You had lathered each other up, taking extra care to slick up his dick while he rubbed suds all over your ass, tits, and folds. He grunted, smiling when you would twist your wrist at the tip before fisting his cock repeatedly.

"Beautiful," he whispered against your lips.

His hand crept lower to your ass then down one thigh, hosting it up and around his hip as he drove your back against the slick wall. His other hand notched his cock at your entrance, teasing it.

"Gonna be a good girl and take this, yes?"

You bit your lip, avoiding his eyes. Of course you wanted to take that big fucker, ride his dick until morning. But you wanted to see how far he'd go just to "teach you a lesson."

Joel didn't like your lack of response. You felt a bot hand wrap around your throat, straitening you up. He pressed his face so close, his nose pushing against your cheek.

"SAY IT."

"'m gonna be a good girl, take your cock," you pleaded, unable to put up a farsce anymore. You smirked, and God, you were gonna be the death of him.

Joel impaled you on his full length in one thrust. You gasped, head slamming against the tile. "Ow!"

Joel's hand gently cupped the back of your head, rubbing the ache. "You okay?" He asked. He stayed still inside you.

You were so overwhelmed with how full you felt, how he just throbbed against your walls, that the pain in your head subsided quickly with his soft touch. "Just fuck me, pretty boy," you moaned.

He brought his lips to yours before beginning his assault, bringing both legs around his waist as he fucked you against the wall.

You had noticed it earlier when he emerged from the water with Ellie. How he'd run his hands in his wet hair, the wait it plastered smoothly against his head. It made him look both younger and older all at once. Mature and aloof, bold and serious, yet tender and like a playboy. It made you realize just how badly you wanted to be in this position right now, his cock ramming against your cervix, taking you like you were his.

"Little pussy so fucking tight, baby," he growled against your chest. "Fucking made to take my cock, ain't that right?"

You nodded again, whimpers and little shootings being the only sounds that could escape you.

As the water washed away the suds from your body, Joel took the opportunity to suck one breast in his mouth, biting your nipple. You dragged your hands into his hair, clenching tightly, wanting less, wanting more, wanting him.

His lower belly was grinding perfectly against your clit, your climax finding you quickly. "Joel," you warned.

"Go ahead, baby. You earned it. Cum on my cock."

And you were, arms wrapped around his broad shoulders as you cum, cum and cum, pent up from not just today but from the weeks and weeks you had been teasing, trying, testing Joel, just to get you here. You smiled sadistically, still on cloud nine, rubbing your pussy against him.

Joel glances down at the sight of his cock disappearing into your warm heat. "Ooohh f-fuck baby. Look at that."

You looked down with him, watching a slight bulge appear and disappearing against your lower tummy with each puncture of his cock deep inside you. He pressed a palm flat against it, your walls clamping down on his dick even harder. "So big, Joel. Fills me up so good."

"Yeah? Been thinking about this cock filling you forever, haven't you? Doing whatever to get me to fuck you. M gonna give it to you, sweet pea. Every fucking day. Every night. Just keep those legs spread f'me, ya hear?"

"Yes yes yes yes, oh God yes, Joel!" You could already feel a second orgasm building inside you. You leaned back further into the wall, leveraging yourself to help bounce on his cock with each thrust.

"Little whore. Fucking yourself on my cock like that. Gotta ride my dick like this later tonight, okay? Ain't gonna last much now. Been needing you too much." He was grunting into your shoulder now, letting out needy groans as he neared his end. "Where do ya want?"

You shouldnt. Should be smart about this. Especially your first time with him. Especially in the apocalypse. Especially without any protection. But Your body had a mind of its own now, that familiar feeling climbing higher and higher deep inside you. Your ankles hitch around his back, caging him against you, reducing him to shallow, deep thrusts inside.

Joel could feel your tight draw to him. He smiled against your neck, thrusts picking up pace. "Tell me. Need to hear ya say it."

You gripped his hair again, making him moan, yanking him back to look you in the eyes. "Want your cum inside me, Joel Miller."

He drove his hips into yours like a mad man, fucking himself as deep as possible, teeth gritting, never once breaking eye contact, and then suddenly the both of you were seizing up, eyebrows scrunched together, mouths agape but pressed together as your orgasms washed over you. You could feel hot ropes of his cum pump deep inside, one, two, threefourfive--six healthy strings of pulses, emptying his load into your womb.

You both panted loudly, the only other sounds being the steady cascade of water down the drain. Joel peppered your lips in light kisses as you both came down from your highs. You could hardly form your lips to return the kisses, instead now realizing just how light headed you were feeling after the best cum of your life. Joel felt your legs loosen, barely catching yourself, as his cock slipped from your embrace. Strong arms didn't let go of you, watching as your eyes close, blissfully, your skin hot from the water.

He turned off the water and carried you to the bed, gently lying you down. He dried you up with a towel, with extra care against your battered pussy. Copious amounts of his cum was leaking, and he had to restrain himself from putting his hot tongue between your legs to clean you up, enjoy the taste of both of your mixed cum bit more. No, you were half passed out, skin aflamed from the hot shower. You needed tending.

He disappeared from the room for a moment, naked wet ass and all, before reappearing with a bottle.

"Need to start hydrating more if you're gonna be out in the sun all day, lady." He helped tilt your head up so you could take gulps of much needed water. You broke away to breath heavily, some water slipping down your chest. Joel didn't hesitate to drag his tongue up your skin, sucking the water off. You smiled dreamily.

"That's what you're here for."

- - - -

You napped, fucked again, ate, sucked his cock, then he ate you out, fell asleep, and then woke up with his cock buried inside you again.

The next morning, Joel got an angry Maria banging on his door, cussing him out for using too much water for your extra long shower yesterday, causing a shortage of heat and fresh running water for the surrounding 6 homes.

[returnofeternity]

Imagine meeting Sister Barnes when she's out on her rounds and falling for her so hard. You keep running into her "accidentally" - there's a bench on one of her routes that you go sit on when you know she'll be passing by, just to get a chance to talk to her or even just see her for a second - even going so far as to go to her church; she sees you sitting on a pew in the back row and has to fight her blush so hard when you smile and send a little wave her way.

It takes her weeks to figure out she's fallen for you too. Maybe Sister Paxton says something that makes her realise it but it sends her reeling. Because she can't stop thinking about you, and she looks for you every where when she's out and about, and she keeps picturing you in ways that leave her all hot and bothered.

It gets so bad that she ends up on your doorstep in the middle of the night while it chucks it down with rain practically begging for you.

seeing her and sister paxton for the first time across the street with their bikes. you're waiting at your bus stop, thinking about how that dark-haired girl is the most gorgeous girl you've seen. you and barnes make eye contact (or at least you think you did..) before the bus drives up. you think about her on the bus, looking at them walk away outside the bus window, and sighing because you think you'll never see her again.

but you do!

you see her again at that same bus stop a few days later. she's alone this time, still with her bike, but she stops to sit on a bench and pulls out her book to read. you feel like a creep for staring at her, even more so when she looks up and catches you staring, but you save yourself by awkwardly waving and smiling. at least you hope you did. she seemed to like it, she smiled back and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear before going back to annotating her book.

you go back the next day and sit on the bench that she was at yesterday, hoping she'll show up. like clockwork, she does. she's with sister paxton again, and this time, she actually talks to you. sister paxton is the one who speaks to you first, energetically asking if she could borrow a minute of your time. you nod, looking at sister barnes, which you know is her name now because of the badge on her shirt. you're not at all interested in hearing about their savior jesus christ, nor do you want to be converted, but if sister barnes is in it, it sounds appealing. you pay extra attention when sister barnes speaks up, telling you that if you're really interested in converting, their church is always accepting new visitors and that you should come tomorrow morning at 8:30am.

you ask if she'll be there.

she blushes, but nods, and blushes even more when you accept.

maybe you missed your alarm, or maybe you never set it, but you never end up going. you feel bad, grateful for the extra sleep you got, but you wish you could've seen barnes. you find yourself going to the bench, just waiting, as you scroll through your phone. you're too engrossed in your game to even hear the familiar sound of a bike until you hear:

"you didn't come."

and you look up to see sister barnes, looking as beautiful as ever.

"i-yeah, sorry." you mumble, shoving your phone in your pocket and scooting up on the bench as she sits down next to you. you've never been this close to her, and her perfume is making you nauseous. "my alarm...stupid thing, it never works."

"maybe you should get a new one." she smiles at you, an unfamiliar feeling growing in her chest as you make eye contact with her and nod awkwardly.

it's a whole lot of awkward silence for a bit until she speaks up, telling you that you're always welcome there and you can come any time. she ends up giving you the church's business card, which you thought was her number at first, and leaves for her mission.

whole lotta me yapping too so, blah blah blah, you end up striking up a sort of friendship with her, always talking at The Bench and accidentally running into her at coffee shops and whatnot. you've fallen so hard, you can't stop thinking about her. she's on your mind 24/7. always thinking of kissing her while trying to sleep, mind slipping to her on bus rides and thinking about riding your bike with her. other times, it's thoughts that make you feel guilty for even thinking of. thoughts like kissing her pale neck and hearing her whine for you. thoughts like seeing whats underneath that turtleneck of hers. thoughts of being between her thighs.

you end up going to her church sometimes, just waiting in the back row pew to get a glimpse of her. you smile like a fool and wave to her when you see her, and there's a glimmer of hope that she likes you back when you notice how she always seems to blush when you're around. you always end up talking to her after church, asking what she's doing tomorrow, and always being disappointed when she tells you that she's busy with her missions. but she tries to make time for you! you always meet her at that bench and talk for a bit before she goes off, or you chat for a bit on the phone before she leaves you on read cuz she's busy w a mission.

jokingly telling her that she should show up at your house and try to convert your family just so she can come inside, and you actually end up giving her your address.

sister barnes who, the more she realizes she's actually fallen, like sister paxton said, can't help herself from thinking of you in unholy ways. sister barnes who imagines your dopey smile that you always give her, but you smiling like that underneath her. sister barnes who thinks about how loud or quiet you'd be in the bedroom. sister barnes who thinks about your lips on her body.

sister barnes who gets so hot and bothered thinking about you one night, that she just needs to do something about it. it's nearly 1am, but she's getting dressed and biking to your house, letting out occasional groans every time she pedals faster because the friction is making her feel good. you're lucky that you were just walking past the front door when you heard the sounds of a bike falling to the floor and what seemed like someone panting. you look out the peephole to see sister barnes soaking wet and fixing her hair, and when you open it, there's this look on her face that sends shivers up your spine.

sister barnes who just pants out, "take me to your room," and that's it.

leading her to your bedroom, not even caring about how wet the carpet's gonna get. but you do ask if she's okay when you open the door and tug her inside, because she did just bike through heavy rain, and she's shivering, but it's not because she's cold, it's because she's so desperate for you. and she responds to your question by shrugging off her coat and kissing you, both of you stumbling toward the bed as she pushes you back. it's all messy and sloppy, and there's a little tongue involved, and she keeps mumbling "please" into your lips as she tries to tear off her shirt but it's clinging to her wet body :(

thinking of undressing her and asking her what she wants, telling her to lead you because you'll do anything for her. finally getting to be in between her thighs, and sister barnes finally to feel your lips on her body!!!

[jeankirsteinsgirl]

The AOT Girls and their Kinks (NSFW)

Mikasa: Face Sitting and Boobs. Mikasa is a little subby baby and is very sensitive even before she's cum. Her nipples, however so especially sensitive, you could probably make her cum just from playing with them. When she's turned on which is often but she'll never admit to that her nipples get a little more swollen and take on a brighter shade of pink from the blood rushing to her sensitive buds. God, it's so hot to see her like that, pussy dripping, begging to be touched, nipples swollen. She begs you to touch them so you'd knead the soft large mounds in your hands slowly stroking the heel of your hand over her sensitive little nipples making her moan each time. Then you'd slowly press sloppy wet kisses down her collarbones to her pretty tits before licking circles around each one, making her roll her head back in pleasure. She'd beg for you to suck on them and of course you do. So you take her sensitive nipple into your mouth, pinching, twisting, and playing with the other one sending shivers down her spine, while you lick and suck at the pretty pink bud in your mouth. After that she's literally dripping down her thighs she needs you so bad so she sits on your face. She doesn't sit on your face to be dominating in any way, it just feels so good having her wet pussy pressed directly against your mouth like that, so she prefers it this way. You get such an amazing view as she lowers that delicious pussy on your tongue, seeing her beautiful full body hovering above you, her big tits bouncing up and down her chest as she grinds into your tongue. You hold her hips down on your face with your hands firmly to make sure she has nowhere to escape to while you devour her pussy, tongue making its way through her soaked puffy folds, blushed a light shade of pink from her arousal and before you know it shes cumming all over your face, running down your chin as you lick up all her cum.

Pieck: Squirting and Scissoring. Pieck is goood in bed and she knows it and she especially likes when you show her just how good she is. You get so wet for her and she loves playing with your dripping pussy until you're squirting all over her. She's more dominant but like Jean, she's a soft dom, everything she does she does for you, all she wants to do is see you cum for her, all over her finger, over the double-ended dildo, all over her face until its dripping down her chin, she lives for it. She loves the way your pretty pussy contracts before gushing over her, giving her the sweet satisfaction that she can make you feel so good :( But she's needy too she wants to cum just as much as she wants to make you cum, she definitely gets you off first however she can but she rubs her puffy little clit with her fingers while shes doing it so she's all nice and wet by the time you two do something together. And her favorite thing to do together? Scissoring. Easy. She loves watching your soaking pussy, so sensitive and swollen from already cumming grind against hers, her puffy folds enveloping yours. Getting off at the lewd sight of your pussy dripping into hers, your juices mixing, pussies so wet from rubbing each other the pornographic sound of them playing with each other makes her even more wet. She'll stare at your face all squinted in arousal and neediness and then back down to where your pussies meet and it is enough to send both of you over the edge cumming on each other, so pretty :)

Annie: Fingering and Finger Sucking. Annie is a dom no way about it. She prefers to touch you than be touched, it gets her off more the way you wriggle and writhe under her touch, and unlike Pieck she's more of a strict dom. You cum when she says you can cum and not a minute sooner. You only moan if she says you can make noise, and if she wants you to take all three of her fingers, you're gonna take all three. The sight of you cumming around her fingers drives her crazy, she loves thrusting them into you and feeling how tight and wet you are just for her. She'll tease that little spongey spot inside you while rubbing small circles just enough to have you begging for her but she loves seeing you like this. She'll edge you just a little bit, just enough for it to be fun before letting you cum all over her fingers watching as your juices flow out in between her fingers, making sure to finger you all the way through your orgasm or maybe even to a second one if you're lucky. She'll tell you how good you are for her before she puts her fingers in your mouth watching you taste yourself for her, sucking on her fingers while you look up at her with our big innocent eyes, that is a sight she'll never get enough of.

[m00nh1gh]

OLDER

Bsf's dad!Bang Chan x reader

You knew you had a thing for older men but you didn't expect to be in this situation.

Contains: Unprotected car sex, masturbation (f), fingering, there's an age gap, but the reader is legal AND they didn't know each other when she was a minor, just a little heads up.

Word count: 3.1k.

Sleepovers at your best friend's house were always the best. You'd watch plenty of movies (or videos on YouTube) and cook together when her dad wasn't home. You had done all of that tonight and even had a photoshoot for new profile pictures and posts for Instagram. You really went all out for it, too.

Though, there was always one thing that bothered you at those sleepovers and it was the sleep part. Yuna snored a lot and it lead to insomnia for you. You'd usually be okay with it, because you never failed to bring your headphones, but this time, you had let them at your house. 

You grunted for the fifth time in a whole minute before letting go of the pillow you'd been using against your ears to try and muffle the sounds, but to no avail. You decided it could be good to take a little walk in her house. You guys were alone anyway, so it wouldn't bother anyone. 

You slowly opened the door of her bedroom, walked out and made sure to close it behind you. You looked around to make sure her dad wasn't here and went to the kitchen silently.

You poured yourself some water in the glass you used tonight and took a big sip of it. You could finally relax once you were away from Yuna. You didn't even know exactly why snoring irritated you so much. It made you feel bad to complain about it so much, but you just had to.

"Y/n? It's late, why aren't you sleeping?"

You jumped and put a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from yelping. You had never heard him coming in the house, even less walking in the room and leaning against the doorframe. He didn't look annoyed or bored. He was, in fact, smiling at you with a raised brow. It made you blush - as usual - and you looked down.

"Sorry, I couldn't sleep. I just came here to get some water.

- You know it's alright, you should still get some rest though," he placed his coat on the kitchen island as he walked to the fridge, which was right beside you.

His sleeves were rolled up and you couldn't help but to take a look at his arms and hands as he took a plate Yuna and you had prepared for him earlier. He placed it in the microwave for one minute and thirty seconds and then he looked back at you.

"She's snoring again, right?

- Yeah."

He laughed and suddenly, your heart started beating faster. This wasn't right. You shouldn't feel like this around him. He's your best friend's dad, for God's sake!

"I'll be awake for a while more, wanna come to my office? I could use some company. 

- Oh, but I don't want to bother you…

- You won't. I really would appreciate your company. But if you wanna go back to sleep, then it's good too!" His dimples are so hot. His office outfit is so hot. You felt hot.

"No, I'm not going to sleep," you smiled at him before following his lead to his office that was on the second floor. It was the first time you steeped into it and it somehow felt intimate; Yuna had always told you her dad did not let anyone in there while he was gone and now he invited you to sit on the small couch that was settled next to a bookshelf.

"Don't tell Yuna about this, she'll start coming here without my permission," the man sighed as he sat on his chair behind his desk. He turned his computer on and looked back at you while it loaded. "You can do whatever you want, I have books there and other stuff… Just don't touch what's on my desk, not that I think you would anyway," he gave you a wink and a smile as he laid back on his chair, turning his attention back to the screen.

Some time passed since your last interaction with Christopher. You had picked a book from his shelf, but quite honestly, it was just to make yourself look busy. You surely couldn't concentrate on it when you could see him shift on his seat and hear him sigh from time to time, clicking his tongue and grunting. You didn't know what he was working on, but it surely made him frustrated.

You looked at the cover of the book since you didn't even know which one you had picked. That's how uninterested you were about it, but maybe that you should start being, because Christopher's noises made you think some stuff that you shouldn't think about.

"100 Cocktail Recipes; Spice your Drinks Up!"  What the fuck?

"Is everything alright?" You opted on asking, coming to the conclusion that you wouldn't read anything tonight.

"Yeah, yeah. Just work stuff, you know?" He looked rather enthusiastic about you finally talking to him. You guessed he needed a little break from work.

"Yeah, I know," you looked around the room, suddenly feeling really awkward and regretting having talked to him.

"I guess I could take a small break," he sighed and leaned back on his chair, his hands behind his head as he looked back at his screen. "Wanna go on a little drive?

- I'd actually like that, yes," you smiled and you both got up to walk out of the office. 

"Wait just a bit, I'm gonna go change into something else," you nodded and he came back a few minutes later with a t-shirt and simple jeans. The shirt was tight. You didn't even know how it didn't tear because the man is muscular. You shook your head a little to let go of your thoughts and followed Christopher to the entry door.

Once your shoes were on, he let you get out first and he locked the door behind him.

"Let's hope Yuna doesn't wake up," he chuckled and unlocked his car. You smiled and mentally prayed that she wouldn't notice you were out too, walking to the car and getting in the passenger seat as Christopher sat at the driver's seat.

"So, where are we going?

- Anywhere, it's up to you.

- I know a pretty spot somewhere. Let's get snacks and then go there. Yeah?

- Sounds good," you smiled at him and he returned it, starting the engine and driving to a small convenience store Yuna and you went to often. It was the only one that was open the whole night, so when you ever craved something late, you walked there and took whatever you needed. You even became friends with the cashier.

"Hey, Y/n!" Jeongin waved at you and nodded at Christopher. You walked to him as Christopher picked some snacks in the store.

"Is that your dad?

- No, that's Yuna's dad," you looked behind to make sure he wasn't near you and you leaned forward. "He's fucking hot."

Jeongin laughed and shook his head.

"Do you even know how old he is? Not that he looks 60, but that's still her dad.

- He's like in his half 40's, it's alright.

- What are you guys talking about?"

You jumped as Christopher put food and drinks on the counter. Jeongin stayed silent as he scanned the items and you cleared your throat.

"Are you two dating?

- What? No, no!" Jeongin finally spoke.

"That's Yuna's boyfriend," you added, side eyeing Jeongin whose cheeks reddened significantly.

"Am not.

- Not yet," you teased and Christopher laughed.

"I'll be looking forward to our first family dinner with you, then," he paid for the stuff and took the plastic bag after Jeongin put the receipt in it. You said your goodbyes and walked out with a smile still sitting on your face, thinking back to Jeongin's shyness at the mention of your best friend.

"They'd look cute together," Christopher said as you both got back in the car.

"I know, right? But they're both so oblivious that it hurts me sometimes.

- Give them time and eventually, they'll confess."

It was a ten minute drive until Christopher parked his car in an empty parking lot, which was right in front of a small river. There were benches along it and lampposts beside each one of them. It was a pretty spot indeed, but you wished you'd brought a jacket with you if you were to get out of the car.

"We can stay in the car if you want, you're not wearing something adequate to the weather," he remarked and you agreed.

He took out two bottles of water and handed one to you. You opened it and immediately took a sip. You hadn't noticed how thirsty you were, and the water felt refreshing in your throat.

"And what about you? Do you have a boyfriend?

- No, guys at school aren't for me.

- Ah, I see," it was silent for a little moment until you heard him unbuckle his seat so he could turn to you the way he wanted to. "What about older guys? You know, you're old enough to have a little age gap in relationships now."

You played with the cap of your bottle nervously, your heart pounded hard in your chest and you could hear it. "Yeah, I like older men.

- Men, huh?" He smirked and turned your head towards him with a hand placed on your cheek. "Have you tried talking to them?"

You shook your head and hardly swallowed, suddenly needing another sip of water. But, you couldn't move. Christopher looked too beautiful in the dark of the night, with only a small amount of light that hit the side of his face. His lips looked extra kissable and they were still a little wet due to his drink and you felt yourself getting needy.

"No, I haven't.

- Then talk to me," he leaned close to your ear, you could feel his hot breath on your neck and you closed your eyes, "Am I old enough for you?

- Yeah," you whispered, and you swore you could hear his smirk. He looked back at you, and it was hard for you not to look away. He was way too intimidating for you to hold eye contact.

"I knew you'd be a good girl for me," he kissed you shortly once, and then the second one was deep. His lips- God, his lips felt so good against yours. They were so soft and fit perfectly with yours, driving you insane and you undid your seatbelt to get closer to him. Christopher groaned lowly as his tongue entered your mouth, and his hand found its way to your thigh, slowly hiking up your shorts. Well, as much as he could.

You shivered at his touch and softly bit on his lower lip, making a moan escape from his lips and that was it: now you were wet for sure and he broke away from the kiss, looking at you with lustful eyes.

"Tell me what you want," he said, his voice deeper than usual.

"I just want you," you admitted, placing a hand on his chest. It trailed down to the end of his shirt. 

"Then I'll show you how much I want you too," he reclined his seat a little and gestured for you to come sit on his lap. You obeyed and immediately felt him through his pants. He was already half hard for sure.

"So fucking beautiful," he took a strand of your hair between his fingers, then putting his hand at the back of your head to pull you closer so he could kiss you. He slid his hand down your waist, making its way under your shorts. His other hand cupped one of your boobs through your tank top. You whimpered and put your hands around his biceps, feeling his muscles flexing under them.

His lips were so rough against yours that it added an edge of excitement to the moment. You were completely lost in this touch, his hand was back out of your shorts and was settled on your hip. His other one was sliding down your sides, feeling your curves.

"You're going to drive me insane," you hummed against his lips and rolled your hips a little, making him groan and pull you away from the kiss. "Touch yourself, baby," he commanded, moving one hand to grab your ass and squeezing it.

"What?" You asked with a small voice, unsure of what he meant by this.

"I want to see you touching yourself," he clarified, his voice as rough as his touch. A hand under your top now, he found your nipple and teasingly brushed against it. You reacted to it, pulling yourself closer to him, and you nodded, spreading your thighs a little. You slid a hand under your shorts and panties, reaching your clit immediately.

His hand finally pinched your nipple and it earned him a moan from you. "That's it, baby," he breathed. "You look so fucking hot."

You hummed again, rubbing small circles on your clit as you absorbed everything he told you.

"So obedient. You like being my good girl? Like touching yourself for me?

- Yeah," you moaned as your hips bucked up, looking down at him.

"Tell me more," he demanded. He wanted you to beg for him, to show him just how much power he held over you.

"I like being your good girl, only yours," you said, pulling the fabric of your panties and shorts to the side so he could have a glimpse at what was going on under your clothes.

"You're such a tease," he teasingly traced a finger along your wet folds. "Look at how wet you are for me."

You whimpered and stopped touching yourself for him to take over. Your hands went back to his biceps. 

"Do you like being teased?" He asked, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He continued teasing your pussy, ignoring how you tried getting away due to how sensitive you had gotten.

"No," you closed your thighs around his hand. 

"Yes, you do," he said, leaning in to kiss you like a hungry man. His free hand squeezed your breasts, pinching your hardened nipple as he started rubbing on your clit. You moaned against his lips, spreading your thighs for him to touch you better as you tugged at the sleeves of his shirt.

With a low chuckle, he pushed your panties to the side more and slid a finger into your sloppy hole, immediately finding your g spot. "Want me to make you cum?" He assumed you were already ready for a second finger, so he slid another one inside you.

"Yes, please. Please," you breathed out, getting used to his fingers inside you. 

"That's it," he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of you. "Feels good?" He asked, placing hot kisses over your neck as he continued with the right amount of pressure and speed.

"Good," you agreed, lifting his shirt up a little so you could have a look at his toned abs, finally touching the skin. That made him groan again, his fingers digging deeper into you as you touched every inch of his chest. Once your hand reached lower, his hips grinded against it slightly, and you didn't waste another second before unzipping his pants and cupping his dick through his boxers.

He moaned, his hips grinding a little more against your palm. "You're so hot,"

You moaned when his finger brushed against a certain spot inside you and it made you squeeze his cock a little. He lifted himself up a little so you could slide his pants and boxers down a little. Christopher's breath hitched a little and his eyes locked with yours, filled with lust and anticipation. "Fuck."

"Want you inside me, Chris. Please?" You asked, pumping his dick slowly to spread his precum all over his shaft.

"Alright, baby," he hissed a little at your touch. "If that's what you want. But I can't guarantee I'll be gentle," he warned, guiding himself to your entrance once your hand had left him. You nodded and pushed yourself down on his dick a little so his tip was already inside you. You moaned and put a hand on the back of the seat for support as you sunk down painfully slowly.

Christopher lost some of his patience and grabbed your hips harshly, thrusting into you sharply without warning. You gasped and threw your head back, feeling the stretch of his dick clearly. It hurt for sure, but you didn't say anything. He knew to give you some time to get used to him. He brought you closer and started kissing your neck. "Told you I can't be gentle," he mumbled as he softly nibbled at your skin.

"Can move," you said, rolling your hips against him. He moaned and guided you, giving a small slap at your ass as you rode him. It was your first time, but by Christopher's moans, you guessed you did good, and you found the hem of his shirt to tug at it. 

He got the hint and quickly got it off, throwing it at the back of the car, completely forgetting about it and giving his complete attention to you. Your hands quickly found their way to his upper chest, pawing at the skin. "Fuck, Chris," you moaned against his ear.

His eyes rolled back as you touched him and moaned in his ear that way, picking up the pace of your movements as he guided you on him. "Yeah, feel good, baby? Like having sex with older men? They're better at it, right? They have more experience… I know what's good for you," his lips trailed down your collarbones, and you moved so he could mouth your boob through your top. He softly bit, making your back arch and you lost control of yourself, becoming unstable on top of him.

He cursed and held your hips up, now he was the one pounding up into you at a rapid and rough pace. Everytime his pelvis met your clit, it sent waves of pleasures throughout your whole body and you felt yourself coming closer to your orgasm.

"Shit, gonna cum," he said in a whisper almost and you moaned in response. "Gonna cum soon too, baby?

- Yeah," you agreed and rubbed your clit as he continued thrusting into you. Both of your movements became sloppy and right when he was about to release, he pulled out of you and fucked his own fist until he came all over his stomach. With that vise in front of you, your orgasm hit you fast and your hips stuttered above him as he was still riding his own orgasm out.

"Fuck," you whimpered and collapsed on him. You were both panting heavily and he was now stroking your hair softly.

"Y/n, you're fucking crazy," he said and you laughed.

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One of my fav chapters frfr

[oizysian]

Don’t Fight With The Birthday Girl

Summary: It’s Lizzie’s birthday and you have a special surprise for her

Word count: 2k

AN: I wrote this a few years back for Lizzie’s birthday but never posted it here, so here it is! Happy birthday to the loml, Lizard ❤️

•

"Elizabeth, your girlfriend's here!" Ashley called out into the crowd of people.

I smirked at the birthday girl's reaction; a blush and a huff as she approached us and pushed her sister - only half jokingly.

"In case you forgot, Ash, I'm married."

Ashley turned to me and rolled her eyes before walking off, presumably to find Mary-Kate and mingle a bit. I looked at the retreating back of her older sister before returning my attention to the woman of the hour.

"You look beautiful, Lizzie." I smiled brightly, taking in her appearance.

She was wearing a black knee length dress with short sleeves, her hair was up in a cute little ponytail and she wore very minimal makeup. She looked ethereal.

"Thanks, Y/N." She smiled, her eyes shining brightly with happiness.

"Did you open your presents yet?" I asked, knowing that I did arrive a little on the late side.

She shook her head and gestured to the table along the back wall lined with gifts. My eyebrows raised in surprise, impressed by the amount of gifts she'd received.

"Wanna open mine first?"

"Should I?" She bit her lip and smiled, looking down at her hands for a second before returning her gaze to my own. "I don't wanna play favorites."

I took a step closer to her, barely brushing my lips against her ear.

"You know I'm your favorite."

I pulled away, watching as she shuddered ever so slightly at the feel of my hot breath on her. With a wink, I walked past her, intending on getting myself a drink and having a good time.

At the drinks table, I met up with the twins who animatedly told me all about their new Spring collection that was coming up. They seemed excited so I couldn't help but be excited for them too. They were both a little tipsy, and handsy - not that I minded because we were all very close. Mary-Kate gave me a nudge and gestured with her head towards someone behind me.

"Looks like someone's a little grumpy."

I looked over my shoulder, spotting the birthday girl with her husband, chatting with some people I didn't know. But Lizzie wasn't paying attention to the conversation - she was staring daggers at us.

I shrugged and returned my attention to the twins, taking a big gulp of my drink.

"I offered to give her her present early." I smirked to myself. "She didn't wanna show favoritism by opening mine and not anyone else's."

"Oh, so that's why she looks like that." Ashley laughed, giving Mary-Kate a knowing look. "She's got a lot of ... built up tension."

I snorted at her words. Elizabeth had tried being so careful to hide her affair from everyone, but the two people she could never lie to were her older sisters. They probably knew about it before she did.

"She missed her chance." I turned back towards her again and gave her a small shrug and only a slight look of pity.

She chose to parade around as the perfect wife instead of getting her gift early.

"You're with us now," Ashley said with a smirk, sliding up to my side. "She'll have to get in line."

I wrapped my arms around both of their shoulders, pulling them close.

"I've never been with twins before." I laughed, and they joined in, all of us enjoying our time together.

I would never hurt Lizzie by sleeping with her sisters. It was all just jokes and I was sure she knew that. A tap on my shoulder got my attention and I released the twins to come face to face with a very unhappy Lizzie.

"Hello there, birthday girl." I smiled at her, finishing off my drink quickly.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" She shot a glare at both her sisters before returning her attention to me again. "Alone."

I nodded at her and she grabbed me by the arm, dragging me away. I could hear the snickers from her sisters as we left and I realized they purposely got me in trouble for fun. Oh boy.

I followed behind her as she led me to an upstairs guest room. I was really in for an earful now.

"Elizabeth ..." I started, attempting to explain what she had seen.

She closed and locked the door behind us, stomping over to me angrily.

"What the hell was all that?"

"All what?"

"That!" She spat. "With my sisters!"

"We were just hanging out." I replied simply, shrugging as I sat on the bed. "Plus, you were mingling with Robbie. What did you want me to do with myself?"

"I certainly didn't want you to flirt with my sisters!"

"Elizabeth," I started softly, placing my hands on my knees and leaning towards her slightly. "I'm not fucking your sisters."

She crossed her arms over her chest and I held my hand out to her, which she chose to ignore.

"I'm fucking you."

"And is that all it is to you?"

My hand dropped at her words, confused as to where this was coming from.

"I should be asking you that."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"You're the married one, Elizabeth!" I shouted, standing from the bed. "I've been faithful to you this whole time! I haven't even looked at another woman."

Her eyes softened at my confession. She took a step towards me and took my hands which were clenched at my sides.

"I'm sorry," I whispered softly. "I don't want to fight with you on your birthday. I'll just go."

I pulled my hands away from her, swallowing roughly at the hurt expression on her face. Before I could make a move towards the door, she was in front of me, her hands cupping my cheeks.

"Don't." She whispered, her lips pressing against mine in a fevered kiss.

I kissed her back, knowing all this tension and frustration stemmed from the double life she chose to live. I was just as guilty as she was and respected her desire to keep me a secret, but it didn't mean I was always happy about it.

I pressed her up against the door, my hands slipping up her dress as she kissed me sloppily, hungrily, as if she had never tasted my lips before.

"Do you want your present now?" I whispered softly.

She nodded and I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties, tugging them down around her knees. My hand slipped between her parted legs, two fingers ghosting against her slit teasingly.

She wriggled the rest of the way out of her underwear, kicking them away once she got them down to her ankles so I could access her wetness without struggling.

"So, that's why you're so grumpy." I breathed against her lips, my fingers just barely caressing her clit. "You're so wet."

"I've been wet since you teased me earlier." She squirmed underneath my weight, trying to get my fingers to move. "I hate when you do that."

"That's why I do it." I dipped my fingers into her heat, gathering her wetness on my fingers before pulling away from her.

"What -" She gasped breathlessly as I used my free hand to undo my pants.

She got the hint and helped me free her birthday gift from the confines of my dress pants. My thick, purple cock sprung out at her and she gasped, running her fingers along its length.

"Is this new?"

I nodded, sticking my wet fingers in my mouth and grabbing her hand, guiding her as she stroked it carefully, as if it would break.

"Happy birthday." I removed my fingers and smiled.

"It's too big." She whispered, almost in awe at the size of it.

"You can take it." I let her guide it between her legs, rubbing the tip against her throbbing clit.

She gasped softly, her hands reaching to grab my shoulders, letting me take control of her.

"You're gonna look so pretty with me inside you."

She let out a breathy moan that I swore I could get drunk on, and I gripped at her thighs, trying to pull her up my body. She jumped and wrapped her legs around me, the cock fully pressing into her heat as I grind my hips against hers, drawing loud, needy moans out of her.

"Be quiet, sweetheart," I whispered into her ear as I adjusted the cock between her thighs. "We wouldn't want anyone to hear you."

I slipped inside her easily and she threw her head back against the door, crying out at the intrusion. Realizing she was a little too vocal, she took a fistful of my shirt into her mouth, biting down as I slowly inched the rest of the cock into her.

"That's right, baby," I cooed, my hips jerking slightly with the urge to just fuck her like an animal. "Take all of my cock. You're such a good girl."

I heard her let out a pathetic whimper as I began to thrust up into her, the sound of our bodies crashing together deliciously loud in the quiet room.

"H-harder, Y/N." She whined, her teeth still buried in my shirt. For once, I was thankful that she wasn't biting me.

I knew that if I slammed her up against the door someone would hear, so I turned us around and clumsily walked us over to the bed, dropping us down as gently as I possibly could.

She released my shirt and took my hand, placing it over her mouth so I could silence her as I fucked her into oblivion. I pressed her down into the bed and slammed my hips into hers, the sounds of her moans driving me absolutely mad.

"You like when I fuck you like this?" I bent down and whispered in her ear, the disgusting sounds of passion and desire she was making fueling my inner fire.

She squeezed her eyes tight and came, her pathetic, needy moans stifled by my hand as her body tightened and jerked beneath me. I waited until she quieted down to release her, her mouth agape, panting heavily as she tried to catch her breath.

"My beautiful girl." I whispered softly, brushing her bangs out of her eyes. "You look so pretty when you cum hard for me."

"Please," she whimpered, her eyes fluttering shut at my gentle touch. "More."

"More?" I questioned, pressing a kiss to her lips. "Can you handle more?"

"Mmm, yes." She smiled up at me, rolling her hips into my own.

She bit down on her lip, keeping up the rhythm and I decided it was time for her to take control.

I flipped us over, her small squeal of surprise drawing a small chuckle out of me. She got comfortable on top of me, pressing her hands onto my breasts and lifting her hips to slam down into mine. I groaned at the power behind her thrust, grabbing onto her hips as she fucked herself on me.

"Oh, oh fuck." She moaned, her brow furrowing as her second orgasm built up inside her.

She threw her head back, a silent scream slipping past her lips as she came again, her wetness soaking me and the bed. Oh fuck.

As she came down from her high, she sighed contently, sliding herself off the cock she feared she would be unable to take. Boy, was she wrong. She laid down next to me, her legs dangling off the bed, and I got up, getting down on the ground in front of her and tugging her towards the edge of the bed. I wasn't done with her yet.

"Y/N, I don't know if I can ..."

"Shh," I hushed her softly, my tongue darting out to clean the cum off of her inner thighs. "I need to clean you up."

I heard her slap her hands against her mouth once again as my tongue swirled along her clit, dipping between her folds teasingly as her hips thrust up into my face. I gripped her thighs tightly as I explored her delicious wetness, her legs twitching around my head. I made sure to absolutely devour every inch of her, feasting on her as if she was my last meal, as if I'd never have this chance again.

I heard her squeal from above me and I knew she was close. I slowly inserted two fingers into her, her pussy tightening around me as I fucked her until her body gave in, sending her into her third climax of the night.

As her slick gushed out of her, I eagerly licked it up, doing as I promised and cleaning her up. She writhed on the bed and I placed a kiss on her mound before rising back up and kissing her fully on the lips. She was dazed, her eyes heavy as I let her taste herself on my tongue.

"Happy birthday, my love."

[archangeldyke-all]

simp sev

anon i'm kissing you with tongue rn (but only if that's cool w/ u ofc)

SIMP SEVIKAAAA

men and minors dni

she's not just a simp, she's proud of it.

once you're dating, of course.

before you're dating, she tries to suppress her simp tendencies the best she can.

her eyes are always glued to you.

she doesn't give a fuck if she's being obvious to other people, but if you look her way she's blushing and whipping around before you can catch her staring.

if she sees you approaching, she'll straighten her posture and puff her chest out, subtly flexing her biceps. when you pass she deflates again with a sigh, relaxing back to her normal hunch.

you have no clue that sevika's interested in you for the longest time because she's always silent when you're around.

it's not that she doesn't want to talk to you, she just gets tongue tied every time you make eye contact with her-- so she chooses to stay quiet instead.

she grunts one syllable answers to all your questions, never quite looking in your eyes.

but she's always listening. she listens to everything you say. doesn't forget anything.

you're blown away when you bump into sevika on your birthday, and she shoves a small gift bag in your hand.

"happy birthday." she grumbles.

"how'd you know it's my birthday?" you ask, shocked. she stutters out something about you having mentioned it before, and then she flees before you can open the gift or thank her.

you open the bag to find a collection of all your favorite snacks

sevika had kept a mental catalog of which candies she saw you reach for most frequently, which chips you brought in most often.

the gift wasn't anything extravagant, but it took your breath away. you didn't even think sevika knew your name, much less your birthday and favorite foods.

it clicks for you then that maybe sevika wasn't being standoffish and dismissive of you, maybe she was just a huge simp.

you test your hypothesis by wearing a low cut shirt the next time you see her.

she runs straight into a lamp post she's so distracted by your cleavage, and that's all the confirmation you need.

"oh, shit!" you say, trying to suppress a giggle as you run to her side. shes clutching her bleeding nose, kicking the steel lamp post with her boot. "you okay?" you ask, reaching up to move her hand from her nose and inspect the damage. you keep her hand in your hold between the two of you, slowly bringing your other hand up to cup her chin, tilting her head down so you can see her nose better.

sevika looks shocked, like completely flabbergasted. her mouth is open, her eyebrows are reaching for her forehead and her eyes are sparkling and wide. you try not to smile as you tilt her head back and forth.

"you didn't break it." you say, letting go of her hand only to reach up and use the back of your sleeve to clean up the blood trickling down her lips. "but you'll probably get black eyes."

"oh." sevika says. she clears her throat. "okay."

"don't worry about it too much sevika," you say. she chokes when you say her name. "you look hot when you're all beat up." you say, sauntering away.

sevika stays frozen in place for five minutes, trying to figure out what the fuck just happened to her.

after that, flirting with sevika becomes your favorite pastime.

a well timed "looking good today sevika" can make her choke on her whiskey.

a wink shot to her across the room gets her giggling uncontrollably, pressing her fingers to her lips in an attempt to stop.

she starts flirting back too, when she can speak.

you're rambling to her about a recipe you want to try soon when she cuts you off, mid-sentence.

"you have nice eyes." she blurts.

you grin. "thanks, sev." you say.

(the nickname gives her butterflies)

(she jerks off that night to the thought of you calling her 'sev' in bed.)

you actually ask her out first.

she's shocked, so shocked that for a second you think you've read the whole situation wrong.

"oh, shit, i'm sorry sevika, i didn't-- i thought--"

"no!" she blurts. you blink.

"oh. well, okay." you say, trying to take the rejection in stride. she waves her hands in front of you.

"no no no! not no i mean, just-- fuck!" she gulps for air, "i've been trying to work up the nerve to ask you out for months!"

you smile. "oh." you say. she nods. "well... you were takin' too long." she snorts.

"so lemme do it now?" she asks.

"no way!" you say. "i already asked! you gotta answer my question fir--."

"yes!" she butts in. "i'll go out with you. but i won't let you pay. and i'm picking you up at your place." she insists.

once you guys start dating, sevika lets her inner simp shine.

the first time she sees you naked she actually swoons. like her knees go wobbly and she falls on her ass. luckily, the bed was right behind her.

she never lets you leave the house without at least three visible hickeys.

you're the only thing she talks about. she's not very talkative to begin with, but when people insist on making small chat with her, the only thing she'll bring up is you.

if someone's looking to get on sevika's good side, they ask her how you're doing.

those card games she's always winning? she spends her earnings on you, coming home with a proud little grin, shaking the coins in her purse at you. "gonna buy you somethin' nice tonight." she says.

she can sometimes be heard grumbling to the cards. "come on. wanna take my girl out for dinner."

won't let you open a door if she's there. always puts your shoes and jacket on for you. carries all your bags.

her favorite thing to do is watch you exist. she loves catching you when you think no one's looking. loves the goofy songs she'll hear you singing under your breath, the way you talk to yourself. the way you move, your unique quirks and ticks.

you guys could be in the worst fight of your relationship, but she'd never leave the house without kissing you and telling you she loves you.

always telling you how good you look in the most outlandish ways. doesn't matter how good you think you look. you could be in sweat pants on day 3 without a shower, and she'd be biting her lip and fucking you with her eyes. "you look good enough to eat right now."

"i look like i climbed out of the sewer."

"you look like the mother of this baby i'm about to put inside you."

she buys you guys matching 'best friend' necklaces, the kind that make a heart when you put the two charms together. she never takes hers off.

[fillinforlater]

Phone Part 10: Return of the Angel +3

Male Reader x Kim Minju, Yeh Shuhua, Jung Eunbi (Eunha), Hwang Eunbi (SinB)

Length: 1550 words

Tags: strap-ons, lesbian sex, spitroasting, double penetration, overstimulation, loveless sex, voyeurism, watching, fingering thigh riding

TW: messy crazy bs

(A/N: this series randomly returns because I just needed to get this idea out of my system for good. This might be the conclusion to it, but probably not... well, maybe you send me some ideas to where this could lead up to.)

"I'll get going."

Bomi kisses your cheek, that sore cheek, sore like every patch of your skin, every bone in your body and every damn muscle, some of them you didn't even know could hurt before today. Hell, you don't even have the strength to give Bomi a proper goodbye, a weak wave is all you can muster up.

She'll not be mad at you. For what might have been either 15 or 150 minutes, you have taken turns on her and Shuhua's pussy—licking, fingering, fucking them until those tight caverns each got a big load in them. In the meantime, Minju has been their plaything. Especially Shuhua has this cruelty towards her "friend", edging her with fingers, reddening her thighs with extremely hard slaps and always promising that she'll get your cock—just to claim you with her pussy again.

You turn around when Bomi closes the door. Shuhua and Minju wrestle on the couch, the latter clearly outmatched when Shuhua puts her in a headlock with her thunder thighs. Minju tries to escape with licks on Shuhua's clit but can't find it—the nightmare of so many guys.

"Cut it out, you two," you groan, fingers on your temple. 

"N-no," Minju whines. "Minju still needs cock, wants cum in her tummy!"

"I can't." Point at your limp dick, absolutely spent. "And I have a headache. At this point, I’ll start to hate sex. Fucking hell, I'll make myself tea."

"Oh, I have an idea," Shuhua smirks and reaches for her phone while you leave for the kitchen. Whatever it is, you don’t want to deal with it. You need something relaxing, something herbal, to heal all the soreness in your body. It’s incredible to think that there is something like too much sex. You’re really close to giving up on it, even though two nymphomaniacs have turned your house into sex hub.

“No, no, stay down. You’ll get cock soon,” you hear Shuhua belittle Minju, who just whines in her usual tone. She seems to not be a bit tired after all this.

“Well, it won’t be mine,” you shout back, watching the hot water fill your cup and turn the leaves into something magical.

“Yeah, I know, you’re basically useless at this point.” Ouch, that stings. “That’s why I called back up.”

“You what?!”

“They should be here any minute now.”

Shuhua is spot on. Before your tea is finished steeping, your door bursts open. But instead of a hung man, two rather petite women enter your house. Both have a bored look on their face and immediately get to undressing. Overcoats seem to be the shit right now, and no matter who comes through your front door, they always drop it on the floor. 

“Uhm, hello?” you carefully greet them before remembering that this is your home, your kingdom! You can’t let strangers just walk in like they own the place. “This is kinda rude, you know?”

“Don’t care,” says the taller one with long, raven hair, dressed only in jeans. “We have business to do. Also, it’s rude to just stand there, naked, while two ladies walk in.” You blush and hide your crotch with the tea cup.

“We aren’t ladies, stop kidding yourself,” the other snarks back, while climbing out of her skirt. “I bet he is a good fuck, you shouldn’t kill your chances already.”

“Eh, I’ll think about it, but first—” Both girls suddenly pull out two strap-ons from God-knows-where and put them on with the casualness one would wear a fricking hat. The taller one hasn’t even removed her jeans, wearing the harness over it, while the other is fully naked and flaunts her butt at you.

“Yeah, I know, we got shit to do.” The short haired girl slaps her butt and you almost drop the cup when she walks past you with a wink. “Shuhua, where is this needy bitch? Or are you the needy bitch?”

“Oh, it’s so nice to see you, Eunbi and Eunbi,” Shuhua greets them and points at Minju, still trapped in between her fat thighs. “Look who I found.”

“She is insatiable. Incredible that he can still stand,” the shorter Eunbi says.

“Hm, maybe he is a good fuck. Anyways, we’ll try our best to keep her down,” the taller Eunbi says. The three conspirators try to agree on a strategy on how to fuck the angelic girl. You’ve become invisible in your own house, your entry to the living room goes largely unnoticed. Except for Minju who pouts at you when the two Eunbis lift her up and put her in a doggy position. The shorter one is below her, the other is ready to press the plastic cock into Minju’s puckered hole.

"Should we do it at the—nevermind, you're already in." The small Eunbi groans in annoyance, the other looks unapologetic and starts to rut slowly against Minju's butt. The long shaft forcing open Minju’s hole, paired with the denim on her sore, pink buttocks, must feel incredible and incredibly painful at the same time. Who knows which of the two makes Minju wail and moan more.

"Come on, Eunha, shove it in her sex," Shuhua urges on the Eunbi below as she excitedly stares at the unholy sight of fake cocks on ready holes. Her eyes mimic the camera lens for a porn shoot, while you're the director, watching the scene play out. Either way, it's good content.

"Minju's pussy, Minju's ass, so full!" Minju is loud, louder than before. Shuhua is having none of it.

"Shut up. SinB, make her stay quiet. And don't let her cum."

Two hands move to cover Minju's mouth, two cocks move in and out at a rapid pace, two sets of eyes watch on in awe. Satisfied with what crazy madness she has come up with, Shuhua sits down next to you and lazily jerks your cock with two fingers. Oh, that victorious smile, glassy, lewd eyes, you'd love to wipe it off her face.

"You like what you see? Now you don't have to do anything anymore."

"What was that about me being useless?" Grab her by the throat and spit in her face. She looks pissed, you love it. "I came in you, even when Minju was willing to do anything to get my load and now you're still cruel to her? Seems mildly unfair."

"And what are you gonna do about it? Fuck her, if you can."

Shuhua is bratty, but just as much as she is bratty, she is also light. You easily place her nude frame on your thigh, her still dripping, creaming heat right on your skin. She hisses and you tighten your grip on her throat.

"I'm going to make you cum—you know I can, it's super easy—but only if you tell those two friends of yours to make Minju cum until she passes out.”

“Fuck, bastard,” Shuhua hisses. With your thumb on her clit, this is easily the quietest and tamest she has been for hours. Her body twitches, an honest reaction to how much she is addicted to the mind-blowing orgasms you can get out of her. Such a small finger, yet she is squirming, contemplating, faltering.

“Those two are so cruel,” you tell Shuhua, nose deep in her greasy hair. “They fuck her so hard, just to pull out at the last moment. Why do you want to torture Minju so bad?”

“Be-because she needs to get to the-the point.”

“What point?”

“The point where sex is no fun. She can go forever. She will never stop, your—fuck—plan to make her p-pass out, useless.”

This explains a lot. The Angel is insatiable, her lust seems infinite, but Shuhua’s plan—won’t it make things worse? At some point, SinB and Eunha will have to stop and Minju will be more desperate than ever. She will wobble through the house, tackle you the second she sees you and will force your cock in her pussy no matter what. A true tragedy.

“Well, I don’t care,” you say and tug at one of Shuhua’s nipples, she bites her fingers. “You’ve been too greedy, time for her to—”

“Fuck, fine.

“SinB, don’t hold back. Eunha, suck her tits, overstimulate this bitch!”

“What?” the two ask in unison and disbelief.

“Do-don’t ask questions, please, just do it!”

The way the two purple plastic cocks move in and out of Minju with the sole goal of too much pleasure has you satisfied and in a new heat, your cock hardening slowly but surely. With an ever increasing rhythm, you move your thigh up and down and Shuhua starts to ride, her loudness increasing again. She is as close as Minju and it only takes SinB pulling those messed up oak strands, you to rub Shuhua’s clit, for them both to explode. 

You focus not on Shuhua shuddering, shaking on you, but at Minju’s expression. Her eyes jump wide, then tears shoot out and flow down, just to be blocked by SinB’s hands on her mouth. She’d be so loud, words messier than her hair would fill the room. After this peak, both collapse. Shuhua meets the floor, Minju falls on top of Eunha, who still thrusts, even spanks the Angel’s ass. 

You’re hard again. Where is this going to end?

[returnsandreturns]

this is just happening, i guess

Amber and Joey last two weeks and Ruby lasts three hours not talking to Amber about it because Amber is out back on her smoke break. She’s holding an unlit cigarette and pouting—not pouting to get attention or sympathy or make someone feel guilty for being an asshole to the most angel-faced angel baby in fucking existence, just pouting because she’s sad.

“You don’t smoke,” Ruby says.

“I could smoke,” Amber says, exaggerating the pout slightly. She’s talented.

Ruby offers her a lighter and Amber wrinkles her nose.

“Yeah, sure,” Ruby murmurs, rolling her eyes and sliding it back into her pocket, not saying anything else until the silence goes too far. “So, what did Joey do to fuck it up?”

“He yelled at me,” Amber says.

“Aren’t you, like, into that?” Ruby asks, raising her eyebrows.

“It’s different when we’re here and he’s yelling at everybody and it’s, like, hot because of the, like, context,” Amber says, looking genuinely upset now, voice getting squeaky. “It’s—different when we’re alone and I’m the only one there to yell that.”

The shaky little tone of her voice makes something light up in Ruby’s stomach. She knows that Joey’s just an asshole with a short fuse but she’s threatening him later, anyway. Probably with knives. They’ve got a lot of knives.

“That piece of shit,” she says, flatly.

“He is,” Amber says, after a moment, lifting her chin. “He is a piece of shit.”

“. . .that the meanest thing you’ve ever said, blondie?” Ruby asks, lips twitching for a moment when Amber actually takes a minute to think about it before smiling and nodding. “Good—there’s such a thing as being too sweet, you know.”

“You don't know anything about that, huh?” Amber asks, with that glittery good little hostess look in her eyes.

She gets it. Ruby gets it.

“I can be sweet,” she says, low, glancing over Amber.

“Prove it,” Amber shoots back, then immediately blushes. “Oh my god, I’m sorry, it’s the coat—or I might be a slut. Do you think I’m a slut? Oh my god.”

“I think you need to be with someone who actually knows how to handle you,” Ruby says, ignoring the way Amber blushes harder, looking like she’s a second away from hiding her face in her hands. “Look, cancel whatever plans you have tonight. We’re going to stay after close and drink and shit talk Joey. Just tell Nicole."

"Oh, she'll be good at that," Amber says, softly, nodding.

[vevobly]

(FemPC) Haley Girlfriend Headcanons!

A/N: Yes, I'm a sucker for the mean blonde haired girls.

Haley absolutely loves teasing you! Even after she becomes your girlfriend, she will still call you farm girl. The smirk she has on her face when she calls you that is just a bonus. She adores your reactions whether you blush or roll your eyes in response to her.

Haley is one confident hell of a gal, and does not shy away from holding your hand or giving you quick kisses in public. She likes showing everyone in town that you’re hers.

Despite her semi rough beginning with you and so, Haley makes a big effort to learn about your routines on the farm. This girl will bring you lemonade when you’re working hard or surprise you with your favorite dish after a long day done.

Haley always tries roping you into being her model for photos, telling you that you’re the only one pretty enough to make her shot perfect. She keeps a collection of candid photos of you in her room, most of them are like her masterpieces.

Haley is always helping you find ways to spice up your wardrobe. Even if you prefer practicality, she'll always convince you to let her pick out a cute outfit for you during events like a festival in town and etc. Her favorite thing is just twirling you around and saying "you look amazing!" 🥺

Haley is not that much of a great cook, but with your help, she does learn how to make a few simple recipes! You bet your ass that you guys have a lot of sweet moments together just by being in the kitchen, sharing laughs over spilled flour and burned dishes before finally managing to cook something decent.

Being with you helps Haley open up about her insecurities a lot, like her fear of losing loved ones or not living up to their expectations. She appreciates that you listen to her without judgment, even when she struggles to find the right words to say about it.

Call Haley a farm girl, and she'll insist she’s not but then she'll surprise you by showing up in cute overalls and attempting to water crops or feed the animals at your farm. Girl will whine about breaking a nail but secretly love the fact that she’s helping you around your farm 😔🫶

Haley might not understand the hard work of running a farm at first, but she'll become one of your biggest cheerleaders at it. It doesn't matter if it’s just encouraging you to expand or helping you decorate your farmhouse, she will be by your side.

When it’s raining, Haley will insist on cozying up inside (your home or hers—you pick) with hot cocoa and a cheesy movie. She'll wrap you both in a fluffy blanket and refuse to ever let you leave her arms until the rain stops.

Haley always plans your outfits for festivals (despite your initial protests and whining), just making sure you guys are the most stylish couple in Pelican Town. She will take pictures almost every 10 minutes of you guys in those outfits!

Haley leaves a bunch of these little polaroid photos for you to find, and always with handwritten notes on the back of it. Like, “thinking of you, beautiful :)” or “you're always on my mind, come find me in the meadow” — it's all very greatly lovey-dovey.

Haley gets a little possessive if she sees any woman (the bachelorettes) chatting with you for too long. The woman will swoop in with a bright ol' smile and casually hang off your arm until they get the hint of what she's doing.

When you guys disagree, Haley tends to get dramatic; literally crossing her arms and huffing. But boy, she will soften quickly when she sees that you’re genuinely upset and then pull you into a hug before apologizing with “I didn’t mean it like that.” 🥹🫰

Haley has a HUGE habit of snapping photos of you when you’re not looking—it doesn't matter if you’re working, laughing, or simply enjoying the day. Her camera roll is literally 90% you.

Haley calls you a bunch of things. But she likes calling you sweetheart, darling or her personal favorite aside from farm girl—sunshine. Why? Because you brighten her life 😭❤️‍🔥

Despite what she thinks you don't know, she has a favorite chicken or cow that she'll always ask permission from you to pamper whenever she visits your farm. She'll insist she loves all of your animals equally, but she clearly has a certain favorite.

Haley loves buying or making matching jewelry (maybe even hair accessories) for you both, just so you guys match from time to time.

[inou-ie]

Pairing: Kafka (Kafcat) x female reader

Warnings: NSFW, pet play, cunnilingus, praise kink, fingering and biting.

MDNI

"Stupid kitten..." Kafka mumbled as she glares at the kitten on your lap, licking and biting your finger as you play with it. She's the one who invited you to a date, why isn't she getting attention?

"I want her to pet me, praise me and give me all of her attention too.." Kafka thought to herself as she kept glaring at the kitten who seemed to have sensed Kafka's dislike towards it so it ran away.

"Ah.. it ran. Too bad." Kafka says softly as she smiles, feeling satisfied. "I have a kitten in my room, would you like to see it? it's a lot cuter, well trained as well." Her smile turned into a smirk when she said that and her eyes are looking straight into yours.

"Really? I didn't know you're into cats.. I'd like to see." You replied to her excitedly, you love cats after all.

As the two of you enter Kafka's room, she told you to wait for a bit because she'll get her kitten first. But after a few minutes...

"Meow..." Your jaw dropped at the sight of Kafka wearing nothing but cat ears with a collar and a tail plug. She started crawling onto your lap with a seductive smile but you were too shocked to react to her.

"What's wrong, meow? Cat got your tongue?" Kafka laughed at her own joke before she starts to grind her wet cunt against your thigh while caressing your cheek. "A cute kitten is in front of you, aren't you gonna spoil her?" She added with a smirk while she leans closer to you so she can lick your lips, making you snap out of it.

"Ah.. right.." You mumbled while blushing, you have to play along or else Kafka will be disappointed. So you started petting Kafka's head gently while your other hand scratched her chin.

"Mhmm.. more, meow." Kafka purred, her eyes closing to enjoy the sensation. Kafka even stopped grinding her cunt against your thigh. "Praise me, meow. Aren't I a good kitten?" Kafka added before she gets off your lap, moving to kneel in front of you as her hands quickly worked to unbutton your shorts before pulling it down.

"This will be my reward, meow.." Kafka purred with a smirk while she started to lean in to lick your cunt. "Wait." You said quickly, making Kafka stop with her tongue already sticking out while her eyebrows narrowing. "What did you say?" Kafka glared at you, making you panic a bit.

"I-I mean.. you said the kitten is well trained so I wanted to test it out." You said while chuckling nervously, hoping you won't piss her off. Kafka sighs as she nods, she did say that.. "Right.. I'm well trained and behaved. Treat me well, hm?" Kafka's expression softens, realizing that you're just trying to play along.

Kafka then just stayed close to your cunt, staring at you as if waiting for permission. You enjoyed the sight too much that you kept her waiting for a few minutes until she opened her mouth again, trying to lick you once more without permission.

"Wait..." You said with a faint smile, she freezes on the spot while the tip of her tongue is already touching your wet folds but she stopped herself. "Wait.. wait.." You kept repeating as you enjoy having control over Kafka for once, you noticed her eyes staring at your cunt intensely while her mouth waters.

"Okay.. go ahead." You finally gave permission and Kafka's eyes shine, she quickly opened her mouth as wide as she can.. wanting to put your whole cunt into her mouth while she eagerly licked your folds and clit, making you moan but you covered your mouth as you throw your head back. It was probably a bad idea to keep Kafka waiting.. she's devouring your cunt like it's the last meal she'll ever have.

"Mhm.. you taste so good like always.. meow.." Kafka whispers, her hot breath tickling your cunt before she resumes eating you out. After minutes of licking and sucking here and there, you grabbed Kafka's hair.. pushing her head roughly towards yourself as you ride her face and she quickly oblige, moving her tongue in and out your dripping pussy until you cum all over her face.

"Good girl.. you eat well.." You gently pat Kafka's head while she licks you clean with a wide smile on her face. She climbed up to your lap, her hands reaching for yours as she guides it towards her throbbing cunt. "Please, meow..." She looks at you, her eyes pleading and you can already feel her wetness covering your fingers.

"Please what? what does my good kitten wants?" You asked her with a warm smile. Most of the time, it's Kafka controlling you and telling you what to do, so you're trying to enjoy the moment as much as possible. "Your fingers.. inside me.." Kafka whispers seductively, bringing your fingers to her face this time as she puts it into her mouth, covering your digits with her saliva.

"I've been a good girl.. right?" Kafka sighs as she lets go of your fingers when they're finally all nice and wet before guiding it towards her dripping cunt once more. You nod in response as you started to rub her folds, your thumb rubbing against her clit. "Mhmm.. like that, meow." Kafka moans as she wraps her arms and legs around you tightly, her hips rocking back and forth trying to get more pleasure from your hand.

"I want you to make me screa-" Kafka flinches when you suddenly inserted two fingers right away without any warning, almost screaming at the sudden intrusion as you immediately pumps in and out and adding a third one right away. She holds you tighter for support while her mouth moved to your shoulder to bite on it.

You continue to finger her roughly while your other hand moved to play with her clit making her a whimpering mess, you started twisting your fingers inside making her let out a muffled moan as she bites your shoulder hard enough to leave a mark that will take days to heal.

You knew you're doing the right thing when she tightened around your fingers so you kept doing it repeatedly, not minding the painful biting Kafka is doing on your shoulder. Finally, after fingering her tight walls roughly, and tugging onto the tail plug she came hard around your fingers.. covering them with her cum. When you were about to pull your fingers out, she stopped you, she haven't even catch her breath but her eyes are begging for more.. so you had to oblige, as her owner.. and you knew this night will be a long one.