#things suck so have some fun blurbs

[spicythistlesatdawn]

Why Thistle is Thistle

Soap: Why does the cap call ye Thistle, lass? *Is dealing with the gremlin using his arm as a personal chew toy.*

Thistle: MMMM Probably cuz 420 isn't an acceptable call sign in a non smoking household.

*Cue Price suddenly scruffing Thistle and pulling her off of Soap*

Price: Because she's too pretty to be called a weed, and much too difficult to get rid of to be a rose.

*Thistle.exe has stopped working at this time.*

[slaytheusurper]

⭑ Better when you're here ⭑

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Pairing: Sad!king!aegon x sister!reader

A/N: #needthat

Warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, pure filth, aegon whines so much I lost count, heavy mommy kink, sub aegon, fingering, piv sex, slight handjob, titty sucking (yes again), sad aegon.

Summary: Sad and needy Aegon just needs mummy to make him feel better :((((

Word count: 2.2k (pretty short blurb)

The gardens were your favourite place in the Red Keep, it was often quiet. And not to mention the beautiful view of the sea. You sat at one of the table’s in an alcove, it was nice and tucked away, giving you your own private space.

You read some book for a while and enjoyed your wine and lemoncakes. Because you never knew when it would be the last time you could sit here. You had been of age for two years now, and even though you have avoided marriage for quite a while, you never knew what your grandsire Otto Hightower had in mind. 

Now you had at least some security since your eldest brother Aegon was now king and everyone was distracted by the war that loomed over Westeros like a black cloud. Only a few more drops of rain to form before the whole thing came crashing down. 

Frustration and anxiety filled everyone's hearts and it was hard to pretend nothing was wrong. But the person you feared most right now was Aemond, he seemed to lose control everyday and he shocked the realm when he killed his own fourteen year old nephew at Storm’s End. However he was now to marry too, to some Baratheon girl and you knew that soon they would use you too, to make alliances with houses. Binded by a meaningless marriage.

You felt like it was all you were good for, and you saw how it affected Helaena and Aegon. Your heart broke for her, she wanted nothing more than to be left alone and live in peace, yet she must be queen. Aegon was of course also affected by this, ever since he became king he drank more than ever before and had even grown a bit of a belly. Still he remained of a nice physique. 

You couldn’t even remember the last time you rode your dragons with him. He didn’t have much of a relationship with Helaena, seeing her more as his quiet sister than his wife and queen and for some reason it seemed better that way. She would be left alone more. 

But you and Aegon were a different story, you liked to sneak around and have fun with him. He might not be a great king or a good man but he was a good brother to you. And you saw things in him that no one else seemed to. The crown seemed to only stress him out and you knew that he just wanted to live out his days drinking wine and relaxing but your mother and grandsire had other plans. 

As of late you couldn’t see him much, council meetings took a great part of the day and he would always hide in his chambers afterwards. Your mother seemed to keep you away from him, for what reason you didn’t know. Your days went from watching Aemond train, flying around KIng’s Landing with Aegon and running around the Red Keep with friends to praying at the Sept, locked inside your chamber or helping Helaena with embroidery. That is why the gardens offered a nice escape.

Soon you would pay a visit to your elder sister and her twins. After a morning at the sept with your mother and sister you needed some alone time. But Helaena was always a calming and nice presence and it was good to keep her company.

After reading the last sentence of a chapter you closed the book, and decided it would be nice to sow with Helaena. As you walked through the halls of the red keep numerous ‘your grace’ and ‘princes’ surrounded you, staff getting out of your way. You ascended the stairs in the throne room, it was empty. Soon it would be supper time but there was enough time.

When you reached Helaena’s door you could already hear your niece and nephew playing, which put a smile on your face. You knocked twice and a handmaiden opened, letting you inside. Helaena was sitting on some blankets and pillows, already embroidering what looked like a blanket. She looked up and slightly smiled when you joined her side, children playing on their own blanket. 

Getting handed some thread, a needle and a new fabric, as was the routine, you began to work on something for Aegon and if you worked hard enough you could bring it to him tonight. When you were about finished, a servant came in to fetch you and Helaena for supper with the family.

But when you arrived only Aemond, Alicent and Otto were there, Aegon’s seat was empty. Silently you both joined them and began eating without him. Supper was tense and silent as it had been for about a month now. When you had finished, you excused yourself and fetched the doublet you had finished before supper, wanting to bring a gift to your brother. 

When you had fetched it you hurriedly made your way up to the king's bedchambers, you knew something was wrong with Aegon, all the stress had probably gotten to him. When you had almost reached the door Ser Criston Cole stood guard there. He bowed his head before he spoke; “Princess, the king does not wish to be disturbed right now.” He said politely. 

“I understand, but I have something to cheer him up, so please, let me enter.” Ser Criston seemed to think about it, before releasing a sigh and opening the door for you, very softly as to not disturb his grace. You stepped inside and Cole just as softly as he opened the door, closed it again. It was now dark and Aegon’s fire was lit as he sat in a chair in front of it, you could hear the sobs coming from him. It broke your heart. 

You quietly made your way towards him. “Aegon?” You called out. He didn’t lift his head. You walked around him so you were standing in front of him, he looked up with red stained cheeks, and red, tear filled eyes. “Oh Aeg- what happened?” You asked him, instead of answering he buried his head into your stomach, his hand gripping your dress as he sobbed into it. The doublet falling on the ground.

You caressed his messy short silver locks and he continued to sob for a while, in your embrace. Then he seemed to speak up; “They- don’t care about- me-” He choked against you in between sobs. “Who doesn’t care about you?” You were confused but he lifted his head from your now tear stained dress. “The- the- council- mother- my own hand- they don’t- care-!” He sobbed as he looked at you desperately. 

But to your surprise he pulled you in his lap as his hands were still clinging to your dress. You gasped as you landed on his thighs, he buried his face in your chest instead and continued to cry, the doublet on the ground, forgotten. “Aegon they do care, especially mother, they just want the best for you. To help guide you since they have knowledge of war-” “No! They all hate me- everyone of them!” His breath on your skin gave you goosebumps. His hand now rested on your hip, keeping you in place. 

“You’re the only one who loves me- I see that now- my beautiful smart sister.” He seemed to have exhausted his tears as they now stopped, he breathed heavily against your chest, nuzzling his face against your breasts. He must have had wine. “You love me? Right sister?” He mumbled against your breasts. “Of course I do, so incredibly much. I would do anything for you.” You soothed him, hand still grazing through his silver locks. His purple eyes stared up at you and he smiled slightly.

“Anything?” He asked softly. “Of course, you are not only my brother but my king.” You smiled, placing a kiss on his forehead. This stirred something in him and he breathed heavier again. His face and especially his nose grazed your neck and jaw, lips ghosting over the warm skin. Your own breath hitched in your throat at the feeling. “Aeg-” He ignored you and started to kiss and nip at the soft skin. You lightly gasped at the feeling, and then you felt something hard against your thigh. 

“Brother I don’t think we should-” He stopped and looked at you with teary eyes. “I need this- I need you. Please- just- just let me make you feel good. To thank you. Please mummy.” That last part was whined against your chest where he let his hand graze the low neckline of your dress. Since it was warm earlier, it was quite thin and loose. Your body felt hot at his words, your lower stomach filled with an ache you didn’t understand.

His hand started then at the bottom of your leg, underneath your dress, as he caressed your leg moving up and up where you didn’t know you needed him. “I’m so hard for you mummy. All because of you.” He whined. His hand had finally reached your core, two of his fingers rubbing over your smallclothes, which were already wet with your slick. “Aegon-” You moaned, sparks went off in your body at his touch, you had no idea what he was doing to you but seven hells did it feel good. You hoped he would never stop, but still it felt wrong and guilt consumed you. Yet you didn’t stop him.

His other hand that didn’t tease your clothed clit was still busy with your neckline. The dress was loose enough for him to pull it down so your tits would fall out. He wasted no time in sucking on them. The feeling of his warm wet tongue sucking on your nipple made you release a moan. It felt way too good, it had to be a sin. Aegon himself moaned around your breast, bucking his hips up in need for friction. All your will to stop him had left you. Desire clouding your mind. You moved so that both of your legs were now on either side of his lap, the chair was big and comfortable enough to allow this. 

Aegon released your nipple but never moved his hand from teasing you. But when you sat down, his hand trapped, he removed it and pulled at your dress, eager to remove it. You didn’t know why you did it, but you needed him. You helped him remove your dress and shimmied out of your small clothes as well. “Need to be inside you mummy.” You gasped at his fingers sliding through your now bare slit. His fingers then stimulating your clit. Your breath hitched when he put a finger inside you, going deeper until he found that spot that would make you see stars. He stretched you out a bit for a while until he got too impatient and grabbed your hand to place between you, over his bulge. 

You instinctively squeezed it making him gasp. He moved your hand and quickly undid his breeches himself. He then reached for your hand again and helped you stroke his thick veiny cock. Pre cum started to dribble out over both your hands. And Aegon groaned at the sight. When he was almost about to cum for your hand alone, he removed it, as he did, he removed his fingers inside your cunt as well. Grabbing your hips instead, his cock was so hard it hurt and the feeling of his tip hitting your warm slick entrance almost made him cry out. He used one hand to guide his cock better inside you and you winced in pain. “It’ll be better soon, I promise.” He said softly. 

You whispered okay and he buried himself deeper inside until he was fully sheathed inside you. Your clit hit his pelvic bone and a bolt of pleasure shot through you. You felt so sensitive and weak. When you felt like the pain went away you slowly started to grind and bounce on his cock, testing the waters. He whimpered in response, it just felt so good for him. He held on to your hips so you could start a steady rhythm and he knew he wouldn't last long. “So tight mummy- feels so good.” He sobbed. Squelching and slapping noises filled the room and you both forgot all about a certain guard outside. 

Both of your moans filled each other's mouths as you held on tight to each other. Lost in pleasure you chase your release and started riding him faster, Aegon started to fuck up into you in response chasing his own high. “Mummy- I-I’m close- please- gonna fill you so good.” Aegon whined. This only spurred you on and soon you clenched down on his cock, fire striking through you, you had never felt such insane pleasure in your life. Aegon did not stop fucking into you though and only moments later he cried out as his warm seed filled you. He squeezed you against him tightly to hold you in place. 

He came so much it started to drip out along his shaft, onto his balls and some drops even landed on the floor. You both caught your breath and Aegon didn’t let go of you. But after a few moments his grip loosened and you winced when his softening cock left you. He whined at your warm body getting up but you soothed him, just getting the rest of his clothes off and helping him to the bed. You laid down as well and he immediately crawled up against your chest. “Thank you mummy.”

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ain't no love in oklahoma // op81 smau

description: twisters actress!reader x op81 but lando is convinced oscar is lying (from request)

a/n: sorry for being completely inactive. life happened and it didn't happen in a good way! i have a huge exam coming up soon so i will most likely still be inactive besides maybe a few short things here and there. anyways first oscar fic so enjoy! all pics found on pinterest, i don't own any

a/n pt2: might do something fun for each day in october but im not sure what so send me some ideas. also might do some more headcannons/blurbs soon here!

requests: closed but feel free to send me some messages since i love talking to you guys

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youruser: go see twisters!! if you don’t, you suck and you better hope you don’t get stuck in a tornado because there’s useful information in our movie

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oscarpiastri: proud of you!!

↳ youruser: 🧡

glenpowell: caption is so real of you

user1: doesn’t yn have a boyfriend? why is she so close to glen?

↳ user2: yes but probably because there’s limited space. yn isn’t like that

↳ oscarpiastri: exactly what user2 said

landonorris: cute!

↳ user3: what are you doing here??

↳ user4: lando in the comments?

user5: such a good movie

user6: yn + glen = power duo

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oscarpiastri: proud boyfriend award goes to me 🏆 thx for all the bts selfies

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landonorris: i just laughed out loud

landonorris: “boyfriend” lmaooo

↳ user7: i cant tell if he’s joking or serious

user8: cutest couple ever

glenpowell: aww so glad you remembered the time you took me to the aquarium, what a romantic!

↳ youruser: get your own boyfriend capybara

↳ user9: yn CLOCKED him

// lando’s phone//

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landonorris: POLE BABYYYY!!! everyone ignore my teammates instagram posts, i have told him to stop. i think he took a hit to the head or something

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oscarpiastri: do you want to go to the farm or not?

↳ landonorris: you already said i could go so no take backs

↳ user10: lando is going to yn's farm??

↳ user11: LANDO'S MEETING YN?!

↳ user12: oh i know he's going to fangirl so hard

user13: get me someone who looks at me the way oscar looks at lando

↳ user14: are we sure that they aren't the ones dating?

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youruser: back home finally! pic 1: yeehaw. pic 2: my cat cora had her babies!!! pic 3: dinner date :)

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user15: CORA HAD HER KITTIES

↳ youruser: i am officially a grandma. i feel the gray hairs coming in now

user16: oscar and yn are endgame

oscarpiastri: the best company

↳ landonorris: STOP, idk how you got her in on this joke either

↳ user16: i can't tell if lando knows they are actually dating and is joking or if he truly does not believe oscar

user17: boyfriend is back on the feed!

↳ user18: farmer yn is back on the feed!

glenpowell: miss you lady

↳ youruser: you miss my animals more

↳ glenpowell: and what about it.

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landonorris: OMG HE WASN'T LYING i got to feed so many animals, got to channel my inner cowboy, AND get drunk with the yn? i can die a happy man

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oscarpiastri: believe me now?

↳ landonorris: never doubted you

↳ user19: lando seriously didn't believe oscar lol

↳ user20: i fully thought he was joking the entire time

user21: how hard did you fangirl to meet yn, lando?

↳ landonorris: surprised i didn't pass out honestly. i facetimed GLEN POWELL

youruser: so glad you had a fun time!!

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oscarpiastri: everyone clear that this is my girlfriend?

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user22: sassy oscar

↳ user23: channeling his inner lando

landonorris: yes sir 🫡

↳ oscarpiastri: stop being weird ?

youruser: MY MANNNNN

↳ user24: oh she's in deep

user25: there is one thing oscar doesn't play about in life: yn

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youruser: didn't even know there was confusion that this was my boyfriend lol

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landonorris: how was i meant to know?!

↳ user26: literally how everyone else knew, instagram.

glenpowell: yn stop posting pics of me and my boyfriend and acting like he's yours

↳ youruser: i dont like this joke.

↳ oscarpiastri: bromance or whatever

↳ user27: they're in a throuple

↳ youruser: ew

↳ glenpowell: disgusting

↳ oscarpiastri: huhhh

user28: couple goals forever and ever

user29: if they don't get married... love isn't real

[bbydoll18xx]

I've Got a Wand and a Rabbit (Part 3)

Paige takes advantage of your employee discount.

Paige Bueckers x reader

Part 1 - Paige stumbles into a sex shop you work at, and you give her some satisfactory customer service.

Part 2 - You give Paige some guidance when it comes to self-pleasure.

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Word Count: 1.7k

Themes: smut, use of sex toys, small amount of fluff and humor if you squint

A/N: heyyyy everyone, I have had lots of requests for a part 3, so here it is! This little series has been so fun to write. I left it a little open-ended in case I wanted to write one more small blurb to go with the first 3 parts ;)

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The deep purple strap lays lewdly on the counter, waiting for you to pull away from Paige’s grasp to ring it up. So far, she had pulled you back into the kiss three times, and since she had shattered any resolve you could have possibly mustered up, you were happy to let her continue as she pleased. 

When she lets you go, her firm grip on your hips loosening to rest heavily on the curve of your waist, you look back toward where the toy is sitting. Picking up the plastic, you look it over, realizing she had picked a normal strap, and you shake the toy in derision. 

“P, you can’t buy this one,” you say in a chiding tone, and her face changes from a look of pure content to confusion. 

“Why the hell not?” She questions. “It’s big and purple. And it’s on sale!”

You struggle to hold back a laugh. Despite her growing wealth, Paige was always looking for a bargain, and the dichotomy overcame you with giggles and a deep sense of fondness for her. 

“It doesn’t have a vibrator on it,” you explain. “I want you to feel good, too, while you’re fucking me,” you say as you drop your voice down to a sensual whisper. 

Paige bites her lip, already imagining the scenario you had laid out in front of her, and she glances back to the display of straps. 

“Go get one,” you demand. “I’ll add my employee discount for you,” you add with a grin. “Just want my pretty girl to feel good.”

Paige looks down at you through long lashes and dilated pupils. “I can think of a few things you can do to make me feel good, baby.”

~

As it turns out, Paige’s imagination was both vivid and straight up filthy. 

Her moans rang hollow through the room as she grinded onto your face, gripping your hair with a fierce determination that added to your desperate need to make her cum. 

Your tongue flicked at her clit with speed and precision as you pumped in your two longest fingers, trying to draw out her second orgasm of the night. As the tips of your fingers brushed up against her most sensitive spot, her hips bucked forward once more, another wave of arousal coating your chin.

“C’mon, baby, cum for me,” you mumble against her sex, looking up at the blonde. Her skin was flushed under the glow of the lamp, and her eyebrows were furrowed in both pleasure and concentration. 

She looked breathtaking. 

Your fingers continue to pump in and out in an unceasing rhythm, and you suck her engorged clit into your mouth, savoring her taste and the groans that fall from her mouth. 

“F-fuck,” Paige stutters, her hips faltering along with her words as the pleasure builds. “Almost there, ma, keep going,” she whines, sucking in a sharp breath as you add a third finger. 

You eat her out hungrily, getting drunk on the taste of her, as her whimpers and groans grow louder and louder, becoming absolutely sinful. You feel your own slick begin to coat your inner thighs, a smutty preview of what was to come. 

With a few more direct flicks of your tongue gliding across her swollen, drenched clit, Paige cums, her back arching off of the bed in a shudder of pleasure. Your name leaves her mouth, making you think that this must be what heaven feels like. 

And you hadn’t even been touched by her yet. 

As her breathing evens out, you watch her from between her still-parted legs, cleaning up the mess with kitten licks and soft, open-mouthed kisses. You trail your mouth back up her toned stomach, across the smooth, pale skin of her neck, landing on those plush, pink lips, swollen from your previous messy kisses. 

It was sensual, like nothing you had ever experienced before with anyone else, and it had awakened something inside of you. 

You sincerely hoped you and Paige would have that once in a lifetime type of love. Because you seriously doubted you’d be able to have sex with anyone ever again. 

“Babe, your mouth’s so much better than that vibrator,” Paige huffs out, still catching her breath, and you grin as she strokes your ego. You had prided yourself on being a great pussy eater, and it certainly did not hurt to hear it from the mouth of a beautiful girl. 

“Let’s see how good your cock is,” you taunt, licking your lips as you gaze at her. You had been fantasizing about the thick, purple rubber plunging into you and filling you up since Paige had thrown it haphazardly on your store counter. You didn't think you’d survive without it much longer. 

And because Paige had a primal need to be the best at everything, she was desperate to prove to you that no one was going to dick you down like she could. 

She reaches to her bedside table and grabs the strap, standing up to put it on. You watch through heavy-lidded eyes as she tightens it, and as she goes to experimentally stroke the fake cock, you feel the wetness trickle out of you.

It was like an extension of her; nothing had ever looked or felt more right than it did in this moment. Your heart begins to race as she stands at the foot of the bed, looking down at you with a satisfied smirk. 

She reaches for your legs, pulling you forward so your butt is right at the end of the bed. “Can’t wait to make a mess of this pretty, little pussy,” she whispers, gliding the tip of the strap through your soaked folds. 

You moan out as it brushes against your clit, bucking your hips for more contact. “Stop teasing,” you whimper. 

Paige chuckles, glad to be getting a rise out of you. “But teasing is so fun,” she whispers in your ear, her warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

But before you could moan out in protest, she rams into you, spreading your thighs to make room for her body plowing into yours with the strength and stamina only an athlete would have.

You can hear the vibrator attached to the base of the strap buzzing lowly, cutting through your own whines and pants of pleasure. Paige grinds against it, and the action hits your g-spot, sending sparks shooting through your entire body. 

“Fuck, P, no one does it like you,” you whimper, your hand coming up to pull her down to meet your lips in a messy, searing kiss. 

As she continues her assault on your sopping pussy, the filthy sounds fill the room, joining the euphonious music of both of your moans, meeting together in perfect harmony.

You weren’t one to ever really believe in fate or that dumb soulmate shit. But you were pretty sure this was the real deal. And the simultaneous peak of your orgasms nearly confirmed it.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good on my cock,” Paige groans, reaching down to roughly grab at your tits. “You gonna look at me when you cum? Gonna cum on my cock with my name spilling from your pretty, little mouth, huh?” 

Your pussy squeezes at her words, and you feel yourself nearing the edge. “God, yes,” you breathe out, your voice an octave higher than normal, as tears pool in your eyes from the sheer pleasure. Her blue eyes are swimming with want as she stares down at you.

“C’mon, baby, let go. Don’t be shy” she grits out, pushing down on your belly, feeling the bulge of the large strap inside you. 

You cum loudly, your back arching off the bed. Your moans fill Paige’s bedroom as you ride out your highs together, both trying to sustain the eye-contact as you do so. 

Sex had never been so intimate for you before, and while you’re usually left with a feeling of dread and overall ickiness, this time had been drastically different. You wanted to be close to Paige, to feel her warmth and to kiss and cuddle her.

She pulls out of you, taking great pride in seeing how much slick had accumulated. You catch your breath as she grabs a damp washcloth, wiping down your sore pussy with gentle precision you had never gotten before. 

“That was perfect,” she whispers, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your temple, and your heart flutters as you acclimate to the peace that Paige provides. 

“It really was,” you agree as your eyes flutter close from both exhaustion and tranquility. 

~

"Paige, you can't put a fucking sex swing in your apartment."

"Well, why not?" Paige whines indignantly, as you shoot her down for the third time this week.

You sigh, trying to ignore the creeping feelings of fondness in your chest for the blonde girl. "Because what would Jana think? Or Allie? They’re practically your children!” You stress.

"They won't care!" Paige protests, jutting out her bottom lip.

“I care!” You argue. “I can’t have your teammates thinking I’m some sex freak who has completely corrupted you. I mean, the vibrator was one thing, and the strap was another, ” you add after a beat, your face and your pussy heating up at the thought of Paige fucking you with it again. “But a sex swing is just too much.”

“They love you. No one’s gonna think that,” she says, softer now, her tone less argumentative. She runs a hand down your side, resting on your hip, and she tugs you closer, wanting to feel your warmth.

“I’m not changing my mind,” you whisper, her lips ghosting over yours, creating a tension so palpable, the electricity of it illuminated the air around you. 

“Wanna bet?” Paige whispers back, her words lifting with a slight taunt that makes you want to throw her down onto her own bed and ravage her until she was a whimpering mess. You connect your lips with hers, giving just enough for her to lean into you, chasing the euphoric high before pulling away, leaving her with a simple peck pressed to her sinful mouth. 

“Guess we’ll just have to see,” you smirk, unable to resist the smugness swelling up inside of you as Paige wrestles with her growing neediness. 

It was almost too easy.

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[sturnsdarling]

pls pls pls make a fic of either matt or chris where they love cockwarming and beg you everynight to do it or sumthin

"lemme jus' put it in"

mini blurbs of cockwamring, one for Chris and one for Matt.

vibe check: smut (cockwamring, obviously), Chris' one is lowk unrealistic but i love it anyway, biting (i have a thing if you couldn't tell from all my other work), pet names, praise all the stuff we love

A/N: this was so much fun to think up honestly, send me more prompts!!!

love and cigs, merc

Matt; sometimes he's too tired to fuck, but he misses your pussy when he's not inside it.

"jus' lemme sleep with it inside of you, angel, please?" Matt pulled you close against his chest, kneading at the flesh of your stomach as he pressed his hard cock into your ass.

"Matt" you chuckled, "you were just telling me about how tired you were, and now you wanna fuck?" you pressed back into him, unable to stop yourself.

Matt shook his head, "not fuck, pretty girl, I jus' miss your pussy so much when I'm working all day n'I need it" he whined into your skin, pressing wet kisses over your shoulder.

"you just wanna put it in?" you craned your neck round, raking your hands through his hair slightly.

"mhm, and then I can fall asleep with you in my arms n' my dick nice and warm in that perfect pussy of yours" Matt nodded, eyes fluttering closed.

You smiled at him, placing a soft kiss on his nose before turning fully to face him, wrapping one leg around his waist and pulling him into a soft kiss. Matt whimpered into the kiss, dragging his hand down to pump his leaking cock, swiping it through your folds as your position gave him the perfect angle. You arched into him, biting down on his lip slightly as he teased your soaked hole with his throbbing tip. He used his hand to spread your ass apart, using the other to slowly insert himself inside of you, needing nothing other than your sticky juices to slide in.

His whole body relaxed at the feeling as he bottomed out, pressing his cock deep into your pussy with a blissful groan, a sound you echoed with a small whimper.

Matt pushed himself as deep into you as possible with a grunt, "your pussy was made for me, my pretty girl" he said, wrapping his arms around you tight as he leant his head down onto yours.

"feels so good inside me, Matt" you whined, nestled into him and desperate to move.

Matt chuckled and pressed a long kiss into the top of your head, one hand still wrapped tight around your waist as the other came down to palm the flesh of your ass, kneading over your thigh occasionally as it draped over him.

"I could stay like this forever" he whispered sleepily, his dick twitching inside you every so often in response to you clenching around him.

You hummed, tracing circles on his chest with your finger, slowly relaxing into Matt. The sting of him sliding into you had subsided, and all you could focus on was the blissful stretch of your pussy around him, sucking him in like a vice. Your walls were warm around him, lulling him to sleep as he played with the flesh of your thighs like a fidget toy.

Within moments, Matt was asleep, and you weren't far behind. There was something so comforting about having him inside you like this, tucked between your walls as you curled up on his chest. You barely moved all night, and if you did, your movements were met with a boyish whine and Matts grip tightening around you.

At some point during the night, you had slipped out his grip to go to the toilet, managing to leave the room without waking him up, or so you thought.

When you ducked back into bed, you were pulled into Matts chest with brute force, his hard dick pressed against the flesh of your ass once more as he whined in your ear.

"where'd you go?" he mumbled, eyed still closed.

you chuckled, reaching down in between the two of you to pump his length, "I just went to pee, Matt"

he hummed, nestling his head down into the crook of your neck, "need you around me, pretty girl" his words were barely coherent, you weren't even sure if he was actually awake.

His hand dipped down between your thighs and rubbed slow, tired circles against your clit as you pumped his length between your sticky folds.

You moaned softly as he rubbed soft circles over your puffy clit, thrusting his cock into your hand, begging to be back inside of you. You granted him his wish, pushing his leaking cock back into your warm pussy with a soft, tired moan. Matt lightly bit down on your shoulder as he bottomed out, soothing the sting with a short kiss as he pulled you into him desperately close, nestling his cock snug in your pussy.

Before you could react to the sensation of him stretching you out, coupled with the tingling feeling his slow circles on your clit were igniting throughout your body, he was asleep again, and after shifting slightly to get comfortable once more, so were you.

Chris; he needs you, and it doesn't matter where you are.

You and Chris were tucked away in a dark corner of a house party that neither of you really wanted to be at, the music thumping against your skulls. Chris couldn't keep his hands off you, the sight of you in your pretty little outfit was driving him insane, and all he could think about was being nestled in your warm, slick walls.

"come on, baby, please?" Chris tugged at your thigh, his tone whiny but his grip bruising.

"Chris, we're literally in the middle of a party that you dragged me to, I did say we could have just stayed at home" You rolled your eyes at him, placing a firm hand over his as you glared at him.

"I know but, jus - come on" he whined, moving his hand up your bare thigh, pressing his thumb into the flesh with his bottom lip tucked between his lips, "you look so good in this skirt and I jus- I need it"

You chuckled, involuntarily opening your legs to give him better access to you. You loved Chris like this, normally he was so cool and collected, but right now, in the middle of a party he 'had to be at' he was desperate for you.

"do you wanna go home?" you asked, shifting closer to him and placing your leg over his.

His breath hitched at the pressure of your leg against his, he shook his head, looking down at where your soft thigh rested over his leg, "can't, baby, I need to stay, need t'show my face, remember?"

"so, what do you wanna do?" you batted your lashes at him, knowing exactly what he wanted.

He grunted at the sight of you even looking at him, his jeans getting tighter around his crotch as you dipped your head to the crook of his neck to pepper soft kisses long his skin. "you know what I want, stop teasing me"

You chuckled against his skin, lifting yourself up so you were planted firmly on his lap. A low groan left Chris' throat at the friction of your bare ass under your skirt against his jeans. His hands found the flesh of your hips instantly, pressing bruises into you as he attempted to grind you down onto him. Your back was pressed into his chest as you slid your hand behind you. Your fingers fiddled with the button on his jeans as he watched intently, unable to take his eyes off your hand as you gained access to his throbbing cock from between the two of you.

As your hand wrapped around him, Chris sucked all the air around him in through his teeth, his head rocking back on its hinge before he let it fall forward onto your shoulder. You chuckled at his neediness, pumping him a few times behind you before shifting slightly to raise your hips just above his. Luckily, the party was packed, and no one could see the two of you, let alone care enough to pay attention to what you were doing. You dragged his leaking tip through your soaked folds a few times, spreading your wetness across yourself.

"you're so wet, baby, you want me that bad? huh?" Chris whispered into your skin.

Your eyes fluttered at the feeling of him bucking his hips up, pressing his tip into your sopping hole momentarily, "lets not talk about who wants who badly, yeah, Christopher?" you quipped back, lowering yourself down onto him at an agonising pace.

"oh, fuck" Chris bit down on your shoulder at the sensation of your warm pussy clenching around him as he bottomed out.

"stay jus' like that, princess, jus' like that" he was stuttering, his head spinning at your gummy walls being wrapped around him like this in public.

You whimpered at the feeling of him stretching you out, desperate to move but knowing that this is all he wanted; to be completely inside of you, a sign of his desperation for you and a silent marking of territory at this ridiculous party.

His cock was nestled inside your walls, throbbing at the sensation of your slick pussy around him, leaking pre-cum inside you as you attempted to get comfortable, trying to look as un-obvious as possible.

"you're so fuckin' tight, feel s'good around me like this, baby, so warm n' tight around me" Chris was rambling, whispering nonsense in your ear as he tried to collect his thoughts off the floor.

His grip on your hips was nearly painful, his fingers pressing bruises into your skin deeper every time you clenched around him.

You stayed like that for hours, Chris remaining rock hard inside your pussy, refusing to let you get off of him for anything, completely obsessed with the way you felt around him.

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Needy - Rafe Cameron Blurb

+18 Minor DNI

Dom!Rafe Cameron x Sub!GF!Reader

⭐ republished ⭐

🪄 Teasing, oral male receiving, use of restraints, threats, name calling, needy!rafe, use of pet names (baby girl, honey, sweetheart, daddy, rafey)

📖 Rafe lets his girlfriend (reader) be in charge, but there's only one way you're ever in control — if he's restrained

✨“I swear if your lips aren’t around my cock in two minutes I’m busting out and you’ll regret bein’ such a fuckin’ tease.” You walk over to the nightstand, drawing out two silk restraints. “We clear? Why aren’t you responding?” He hisses.✨

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Reader’s POV:

Rafe smiles as he draws your chin up. Your beautiful eyes resting on his pleading blues. “Please,” he chuckles weakly.

You giggle in reply, grinning and shrugging. “I don’t think you’ve earned it.”

Rafe lets out a cackle of a laugh before sucking his teeth. “Easy, kid. I might just put the kibosh on all this shit and take what I want. I’m playin’ nice. Do you know how easy it would be to overpower you? To just hold your head and fuck your throat, baby girl. It’s mine, after all.”

“Rafe…” You pout, looking up at him with doe eyes. You tap your manicured finger against his muscular chest. “You said, ‘I’m in charge, daddy’.”

He purses his lips and rolls his eyes before softening them again. His sweet little sub is getting the chance to dominate him for once. Withholding… That was your plan. Rafe always gets what he wants from you. Morning sex was a given, but his usual blow job wasn’t a part of it and of course, he let you know.

It was fun to tease him all day. Rafe, of course eyed up your pillowy lips first thing in the morning, the way you sucked the cinnamon roll frosting off your finger at brunch, later watching as you slicked some lipstick on your pout before heading out to the Island Club for drinks.

You could tell he was fixated on your mouth, watching you talk and smile. Rafe wanted nothing more than to fill it, make you gag, and have his cum coat that pretty little throat.

“You’re in charge, princess. But you’re pushing it. Remember that.”

And you did. Remembering how Rafe could so easily take what’s his… You. He needed to be contained…

You reach behind your back, unfastening the hook and eye. The sound of your zipper splaying draws Rafe’s attention back to you. He watches intently as the pink satin fabric tumbles to your feet; his eyes journey back up your body as he starts to unbutton his shirt. “Let me help you,” you breathe, walking his way. Rafe gives you a little nod in reply, eyes trained on your lips as he licks his own.

You pinch his buttons between your fingers, opening each one as his eyes dance along the curve of your lips, watching the way you bite at the bottom. “I’m sorry I’ve been teasing you, daddy…” you whisper, flicking your lashes up to his.

“S’okay baby,” he breathes as a fake smile sets on his lips. Drawing his shirt off his broad shoulders, you watch it fall to his feet. Your hands drift down his body, working over his chiseled chest; his gold chain glints on his tanned skin.

Moving lower you trace his abs, down to his v-lines; the indentations greeting the waist of his pants. You dip your fingers under the band, working to the middle. Unfastening his pants, you tug them to his feet.

He sneers as you rise up again, hoping you’d just cave right then and there. Your hands shift behind his neck, guiding his lips to your own. “Thank you for today,” you whisper against his lips, simply brushing, not committing to a kiss. You lean away slightly when he goes to take it for himself, the faintest growl in his throat as you rob him of yet another want.

“Love takin’ you shopping, doll,” Rafe soughs.

“You’re too good to me.”

“Mhmm… Hmm… Not good enough, though. Right? Those lips weren’t wrapped around my cock like they usually are. The ride home was a little vanilla. Like my ‘thank you’s’ a little more x-rated.”

“I know you do… Let me thank you.”

Rafe tugs you to the mattress, guiding you on top of him, taking a grip on your hips. His eyes drink you in, just a few pieces of fabric, keeping the two of you apart. You can feel Rafe’s cock, hardening against your warmth. Your fingers trace lower, light touches drawing over his skin. Rafe follows your hands with his eyes. You tease him when his gaze lands on your panties, rolling and winding your body into him slowly. “Mouth first,” he whispers.

“Rafe,” you tut.

He clears his throat and pinches his eyes shut. The withholding and defiance just about enough to send him off the rails. You lean down slowly, lips brushing the shell of his ear.

“You don’t want my pussy?”

“You know what I want first,” he warns. You wind back up, reaching behind your back, unclasping your bra, and letting it fall slowly. Rafe’s hands dive for you, going for your chest. You take a hold of his wrists.

“Who’s in charge?” Your eyes lock on Rafe’s as his narrow on yours.

“Fuck – You. You are in charge. You’re in charge. Hurry the fuck up,” he snaps.

“Exactly… Hands above your head.”

“No… No fuckin’ way. Absolutely not.”

“Now.”

His eyes slice into yours. “You’re not tying me up.”

“I am.”

“Nah.” He crosses his hands in front of his chest, muscles flexed, the vein in his throat protruding. Damn… Once this is done I’m in for it. Good thing I like it when Daddy gets rough.

“Rafey…” You whine like a baby, making his icy exterior melt enough. Rafe stretches his arms above his head, submitting for the moment, eyes stalking you, watching and waiting impatiently for what you’ll do next.

“I swear if your lips aren’t around my cock in two minutes I’m busting out and you’ll regret bein’ such a fuckin’ tease.” You walk over to the nightstand, drawing out two silk restraints. “We clear? Why aren’t you responding?” He hisses.

“Crystal clear, daddy.”

He loses his train of thought as you lean down, reaching for his wrist. You loop it around and tie a knot, fastening it to a rung on his headboard. Your lips move closer, catching his quick breathing as you deny yet another advance for a kiss.

“Princess… please,” he whispers.

“Is it too tight?”

“No. I just – I would like you to,” he swallows thickly. Doing something he’s rarely done before. “Babygirl… Will you please suck my cock.”

”So polite, daddy,” you coo. His eyes lock on yours when you take a grip on his other wrist: his brows furrow, Rafe, at a complete loss of control.

“NOW-” He stops himself fast. “Please, stop makin’ me wait.” You lean in close, tongue snaking around his ear making him moan and groan. Goosebumps flare across his body at the feeling of your mouth against his hot skin. “This is killing me, honey.”

“You look fine,” you mock in a gentle voice as you cup his cheek, watching his blue jean eyes haze with anger.

Rafe’s head lifts off the pillow, studying your movements, biting his lip, craving contact. You crawl toward him slowly, slotting yourself between his thick thighs as you get closer. You slip your fingers under the elastic of his boxers. Rafe bucks his hips instantly. His length springs free, standing straight.

Fuck, he’s huge. You hold back every urge to pounce on him as you eye his dick, long and incredibly hard. A slight curve that kisses your G-spot in all the right ways. A little cum rolls down the side, making you wet you pout. Your eyes drift up to his, dripping with lust.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” he pants. Taking a seat between his legs, you ogle his body. Yours for the taking. You touch his ankle softly, he lets out a groan. Your finger drifts up his leg slowly, reaching his thigh.

You can feel Rafe’s hips moving slightly, trying to manipulate the situation. You continue to torment him. Your fingers get dangerously close, drifting away again. “Please,” he whimpers.

Your eyes flick back up to his. ”Sorry… Did you say something?“

”Please,“ he strains.

You smile playfully, your fingers ghosting up his length. He lets out an exhale, relaxing into the pillow. You circle your finger around his head slowly, continuing to toil with him. His eyes flutter as a result. Rafe’s cock pulses with every touch, glistening at the tip. You swipe his precum with your finger, bringing it to your mouth.

”Baby, c’mon,“ he rasps.

“Just take it, Rafe.”

His eyes widen as the words slip your lips; Rafe instantly pulling at the silk restraints in anger. “Enough!” He barks. You can hear the desperation still laced in his voice.

“Daddy…” You warn.

He shakes his head, scowling at you. Grabbing his thighs you start to lean in, lowering yourself to his cock. “Fuck, Princess. Keep going, baby,” he pleads.

You run a line of spit down to his cock, making him moan loudly when it makes contact; his fat cock throbs, muscle clenching. “Jesus fuck,” he tosses his head back on the pillow.

“Is there something you want?”

“Suck my goddamn dick!” He barks. Your face twists slightly, waiting for the magic words. “Please. Fuck! Just please do it. Just do it for me. A’ight? Do it for Daddy? You’re daddy’s girl. Yeah?”

“I am.”

“What do you want? Anything��� Anything you like. You want those earrings? Those Tiffany ones? They’re fuckin’ yours. N’we can fly out to the Nassua tomorrow. Stay at that little resort you love. I’ll get you a ring. I’ll fuckin’… Please – I’ll do whatever you want, just suck my cock.”

“A ring? What kinda ring, Rafey?” You whisper, tilting in more.

“Any ring.”

“Any?” You gasp as you wiggle the little fingers on your left hand.

“Obviously,” he pleads.

“Wow… That’s quite the gesture,” you breathe, letting the warmth of your whisper fan over his cock.

Opening your mouth, you put his tip on your tongue, making his eyes roll back. ”Holy shit…” he puffs, returning his eyes to yours. “Thank you, baby. Goddamn. Give me more. Please.”

You use your hand to move his length, polishing the head of his dick with your tongue, running circles, and working it back and forth. “Your mouth is so fuckin’ warm, baby. So, so wet. And your lips, shit, they feel like heaven. Just for me – the mouth is mine,” he mumbles.

Holding him tighter, you rub your lips along the underside, working your way back up to the tip, your eyes burning into his. “You’re so beautiful, sweet – sweet girl,” he stutters. You can see his pleasure increasing. “Just suck it. For me? Just suck my dick, honey. Choke on me.”

You spit on his cock, fisting his length fast. “Got the ring in my dresser. I swear. Top fuckin’ shelf. 6-carat Harry Winston. With your name on it. I’m gonna fuckin’ cum. A’ight? You gotta fuckin’ suck me off. Don’t make me cum like this.”

Holy shit… You slip your lips around him, sliding down as far as you can go, bobbing back and forth. “Yes! Fuck, baby… Just like that-” Rafe lets out a string of praise as you swallow a few times. You cup his balls in your hands massaging them softly before licking and sucking them as well, making his toes curl.

”Baby… Mmm. I’m gonna cum, sweetheart. Keep goin’. Don’t stop,“ he pants. You increase your suction, bringing him closer to the edge. Rafe arches his back, his eyebrows knit together. ”O-Oh… Shit. Fuckkk,“ he moans lowly; the warmth of his climax hits the back of your throat. His cock twitches on your tongue; his thighs, quake. You swallow as Rafe reaches for air. He closes his eyes softly, a satisfied smile on his lips. You grip the base of his cock, drawing off slowly, milking out the rest of his pleasure. “So good, baby. That was so damn good,” he moans.

“Anything for you, Daddy.” You reach up, catching the little silk restraints, drawing each one off Rafe’s wrists. His eyes work to yours, a wicked smirk stretching on his lips.

“Big mistake.”

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Flowers shall grow⋆.ೃ࿔

MEN AND MINORS DNI!!

summary youve had feelings for your best friend for years but never knew if she did too, but now a move has finally been made

cw ellie fell and scraped her knee, small amount of blood, swearing, smoking, stoned sex (fuck yeah), oral r!receving, fingering r!receving, and i think that’s it?

a/n this is like the longest thing i’ve ever written so if it sucks total ass it’s because i was getting tired :( also sorry about the smut but being very brief

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you and ellie were join at the hip, always have been since that one day in 5th grade when she asked if you guys could be partners in a project. you two did everything together. even though you two always were seen as the town losers it never bothered you. it basically matched you were kind of losers and you liked it that way.

“come on you’ll be fine!” ellie called out from the top of a tree with that stupid grin. she had climbed up there saying it would be fun. “ellie no get down you’re gonna fall” you say trying to get her down. she just stick out her tongue and stood up loosing her balance slipping.

“ellie!” you yell running over to her on the ground. “fuck ellie are you okay?” you ask panicking as you crouch down by her helping her sit up. once she was up she burst into a fit of giggles “jeez you should’ve seen your face!” she wheezes and you hit her arm.

“i thought you broke a bone” you huff sitting back down next to her “oh calm it wasn’t that big of a fall” she says scooting over to sit by you.

you glance over at her trying to pretend to be mad your arms crossed. ellie placed her chin on your shoulder looking up at you through her lashes. “you mad at me?” she asks with a teasing pout.

you just huffed rolling her eyes “annoyed because you could’ve gotten really hurt!” you say really worried.

she kisses your shoulder and then look back at you “i know i know im sorry… just a scrapped knee nothing else” she says softly. your stomach flipped and her tone and the kiss making your angry front falter and ellie grins “wanna keep exploring?” she asks.

you look back at her smiling “yeah let’s go dumb ass.” you help pull ellie up dusting her off and grab her bag, continuing your exploration of the woods.

🐾

you guys spent the next hour or two walking g around and ellie doing dumb shit like trying to climb rocks that were way too high for your liking and catching bugs chasing you around with them.

while walking on the trail you looked over at her walking in front of you “it’s gonna get dark soon els” you mumble a little nervous about being in the woods after dark. “yeah we should probably get home” she says looking back at you turning back around “you okay?” she asks putting a hand on your back as you keep walking.

you nodded “mhm” you hummed looking at her “just the woods and dark freak me out” you mumbled and shrug. “we’ll be home soon” ellie reassured.

once you two were back at ellie’s house you kicked off your shoes looking around seeing joel isn’t on the couch “where’s joel?” you ask pointing at the couch. ellie looks up from untying her shoes “oh he’s out with tommy on this hunting trip or something i’m not sure.” you nodded looking around “got any weed?” you ask looking at her. ellie flashed you a wicked smile “under my bed” she says standing back up plopping on the couch.

you scurry off to her room crouching down onto you knees squinting trying to find anything that looks like she could put weed in. as you’re looking you find a small blue journal. curious, you reach for it sitting back on your heels as you flip through the pages. it’s mainly just small rambles and sketches she did.

you kept flipping through it when you reach a page making you stop in your tracks. it’s you. so many sketches of you, some of them you’re smiling and some you’re walking with her. next to each drawing there’s little blurbs, small notes she made,

“some fuckers we’re calling her names, she had to hold me back so i wouldn’t get mad. i don’t deserve her..”

“her head was on my chest last night, we were so close. she smelled so sweet, don’t be a creep ellie”

she was so adorable, you just stared at the drawings in awe at both the talent and the fact that she liked you. ellie williams, you’re best friend, you’re not so platonic soulmate, you’re fastest crush, liked you back. you just sat there reading over everything she wrote and how each stroke or the pen had meaning.

“did you find it?” ellie calls from the living room snapping you back quickly hiding the note book “just give me a second!” you yell back leaning back down on the floor searching for the weed.

you found a small altoids tin opening it to find a few pre rolled joints “fuck yeah” you mumbled getting back up walking over to ellie. you couldn’t help but stare at her, now knowing what you know. she liked you. holy shit!

“took you long enough” ellie teased reaching for her lighter in her bag sticking the joint between her teeth. sitting down on the couch watching her. she was so beautiful. the way she took a drag off the joint and her low pale green eyes looking down at the glowing red ember of the cigarette. her hair a brown in the dark, but in the evening sun her hair was a beautiful red color. she really was gorgeous.

“you’re staring” she says softly passing you the joint “was i?” you ask with a smile taking a hit off it the smoke burning your throat. “you okay? you seem a little.. i dunno” she mumbles watching your lips wrap around the joint. “i seem what?” smoke falls from your lips as you speak slowly leaning forward, a wave of confidence coming over you. “i don’t know you just seem off.. not necessarily in a bad way though” her voice was quiet and her hands filling taking the joint back. “i found something under your bed” you blurt out her eyes going wide feeling like her heart just stopped.

she coughs a smoke cloud coming up in her face “fuck… shit-“ she chokes out between her hacks and wheezes sitting up looking at you. you were trying to stifle your laughs resting your elbow on the back of the couch “don’t laugh mother fucker im dying” ellie says reaching for a glass of water chugging it.

once her coughing fit calmed down and she handed you back the joint looking at you “so… what exactly did you find?” she asks. “well something about smelling nice and not deserving me” you tease taking a drag off the joint. “shit dude im so sorry im really fucking sorry i get if you don’t want to be around me or even talk to me anymore” she rambles on but is quickly cut off by you sitting down in her lap straddling her hips reaching over to stub the joint out in the ash try “calm down els” you say with a soft giggle leaning in closer cupping her cheeks “i like you too” you whisper before pressing your lips to hers.

ellie let out a small gasp in shock but quickly relaxes into the kis your lips moving with hers slowly leaning back against the couch hands resting on your hips.

that’s how you ended up here. pressed against the couch your jeans kicked off and panties pooled around your ankles while’s ellie’s head makes itself a home in between your legs.

“oh my god… oh fuck—!” you moaned your fingers tangled in her hair

as you threw your head back. she had her arms tight around your thighs holding you down so your hips wont squirm too much. “feel good baby?” she asks the vibrations of her words just causing you to moan louder her tongue flicking over your clit as she takes one of her hands off your thigh using two fingers to press into you slowly curling them up.

“ellie holy shit!” you yelped gripping her hair tighter. the bucking of your hips got more halted and your moans and whimpers got louder. “come on baby i got you” ellie mumbles into your pussy as she speeds up. “g-gonna cum!” you moaned. before you knew it your orgasm hit you like a crush letting it wash over you throwing your head back reaching to grip the cushion .

when you started to push her away from the over stimulation ellie knew you were done pulling away kissing up your body and her lips meeting yours once more, tasting yourself on her lips.

“you okay” she asks softly her hand rubbing your side softly watching your fluttering eyes giving her a fucked out smile “never better”. ellie chuckles and kisses your temple getting up “ill be back”.

when she comes back she was holding a damp wash cloth sitting back down with you cleaning you up making sure you were okay. she tossed the towel on the coffee table cuddling back up to you wrapping her arms around your shoulders rubbing your back softly.

“ellie?” you whisper looking up at her “yes?”

“what does this make us? i like you, you like me and we just fucked, so what are we?” ellie hums looking down at you her eye brows in a small frown “well we have two options— girlfriends or no labels and we just see what happens” she says softly smiling at you “i mean.. i think you should be my girlfriend” you mumbled putting your head back n her chest. “then were girlfriends” she smiles making yours grow wider “ i like that” you whisper shutting your 

eyes. she leaned down to kiss your forehead head cradling in your arms pulling the throw blanket up to your shoulders.

🐾

the next morning you woke up in ellie’s bed with her curled up behind you arm loosely wrapped around your waist holding you close to her.  she was sleeping still, her lashes rested against her cheeks, breath soft, and there it was, the morning sunshine causing her hair to glow that beautiful red. your hand slowly reached out to brush some loose strands behind her ear taking her in. she stirred feeling your hand resting on your cheek  rolling onto her back eyes fluttering open with a soft sigh. her fuzzy mind remembering last night a sleepy smile growing on her lips.

she turned back to look at you pulling you closer “morning” she mumbled into your ear kissing along your jawline. you giggled tilting your head back “morning girlfriend”

ellie smiled at the name continuing to kiss you all over “joel comes home today so i gotta get the house ready for him” she groaned lying back down. you hummed softly closing your eyes snaking your hands back around her waist “well i thought we could go get lunch at the diner together” you mumbled against her neck ellie’s eyes opening to look at you “yeah… i wanna do that” she says and then pounces back onto you burying her face into your neck while you giggled.

you two were going around the house doing chores so that it’s ready for joel. you were sat on the couch folding some laundry while ellie mopped the floors. it was a comfortable silence, you both were in your own worlds not paying much attention to each other.

ellie came up behind you on the couch putting her chin on your shoulder to watch what you’re doing “i’m hungryyyyy” she groans “when are we going?”

“soon just let me finish this round of laundry okay?” you say kissing her cheek. ellie groans going off to her room to get ready.

in ellie’s truck it was joel’s old beat up truck that he gave to ellie. she had a small dinosaur keychain hanging from the mirror and kept the cda you two burned your favorite songs onto because she didn’t have bluetooth and the radio here sucked. ellie glanced over at you while she was driving to the diner smiling “so last night”. you groaned rolling your eyes “do we have to talk about it?” “well no i was just going to ask you something. was it your first time?” she asks with a wide grin.

“maybe” you mumbled “i mean your were shaking a lot but that could just be because—“ “ellie!” you smack her thigh leaning back and she was in a fit of laughter trying not to drive off the road. “well for the most part i thought it was amazing” she smiled and kissed your hand.

at the diner you sat next to ellie and she was talking about some weird universe theories she learned about and while she was distracted you were slowly taking her french fries just to see how many it will take for her to notice. turns out it was basically half of the whole tray and when she noticed she stopped and stared down and the tray frowning and looking back at you. “where’s my french fries?” she pouted seeming genuinely upset.

you laughed kissing her cheek sliding your plate over to her where you put them all “i just wanted to see when you’ll notice” you giggled as she huffed eating her french fries.

while walking back home you were holding her hand swinging it. the birds were singing and the sun was beaming down but yet it was still cold out. ellie shuddered a bit pulling you a bit colder “it’s getting colder” she mumbled.

you walked closer to her to try and share your warmth with her looking back at her wrapping your arm around her waist “come on let’s get home” you chuckled.

at ellie’s house joel was home from his trip smiling when he sees you two “hey girls” he smiles coming over to hug ellie. “i see you didn’t burn down the house” he chuckles pulling away looking back at you “and how are you?”

“i’m good joel” you smile. “well joel we are going to go to my room see you for dinner” ellie nods dragging you off to her room seeming annoyed. you sat down on her bed as she stood between your legs you hands on her hips “you okay you ask softly rubbing your thumbs on her hips.

“he definitely knows” she mumbles “why do you think that baby” you ask against her kissing along her hips. “i dunno he just gave me those eyes, the ‘i know’ eyes” she sighs hands on your shoulders. “is that necessarily a bad thing?” you ask looking back up at her and she shrugs “i guess not but he will not shut up about it if he does.”

you chuckle pulling her down onto bed kissing her cheeks “well i think it’s a good thing… means we don’t have to hide anything” you whisper against her skin with a smile.

🐾

that night the two of you were in bed cuddled up your head on her chest and she was brushing your hair back while scrolling in her phone and you were watching tv. ellie put her phone down looking at you with a smile “you’re so beautiful” she whispered playing with your hair making you smile “you’re so beautiful” you replying looking up at her. “i’m so happy you found my journal.. i’m so happy i even wrote that down.” you pushed yourself up kissing her softly “some of that was a little… odd” you teased after pulling away earning you an exaggerated eye roll “shut up you weren’t supposed to see that”

giggling you lie back down pressing a kiss to her shoulder “i love you” you whisper. ellie cheeks grow red looking down at you cupping your jaw “i love you more…”

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i don’t want to hear shit about them saying i love you too soon, they were best friends for years before and they’re lesbians :\

[bueckers]

𝓓𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍 ━━━ 𝐏𝐁

summary: BLURB! after a tense argument with paige, the two of you return to the team and let’s just say she’s forgiven.

warning(s): not proofread, sexual tension, face sitting/pussy eating, sexual speculation, angst if you squint?

pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader

“Where’s Paige?” Jana read aloud, her voice a slight mumble as she lifted herself from crouching down. She poked her bottom lip out, looking around the room for a moment. As if on cue, Paige walked in behind you—her hand on the small of your back and the other rubbing the back of her neck, avoiding eye contact with her teammates.

KK was the first to notice, her eyes widening slightly before she nudged Aubrey with her elbow. “There’s Paige and (Y/N),” she teased, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.

The walk-in was painfully slow and guilty-looking, Paige wearing a smirk as she trailed behind you. “Why are you guys looking at us like that?” you chuckled out obliviously, not aware of your frame in view of the livestream on KK’s phone. Shorts untied, a small shake in your legs, and your hair in its messiest state—you didn’t look ideal.

Jana’s eyes lit up with mischief as she looked between the two of you. “No reason at all.” To be fair, you and Paige had been arguing in front of everyone after the event, and even though they couldn’t exactly pinpoint what it was about, they could tell it was quite heated. Everyone had then decided to head back to Jana’s apartment afterwards, in which Paige piped up with a, ‘nah, we’ll be back later.’ Now here you were after disappearing for nearly an hour—back and definitely better.

KK glanced up from her phone, the same look everybody shared on her face—amusement and curiosity. “Look who decided to show up! They was arguing earlier, y’all.” she teased, filling the fans in and holding up her phone to show the live comments streaming in to Paige.

Paige took a seat next to KK, her smile only growing wider as she read what people were saying. “Nah, nah. We good now. I handled that,” she rubbed her hands together, mumbling the last part as if no one would catch it. Aubrey burst out into laughter, Ayana clasping her hand on her back as they both tried to catch their breath.

Jana’s eyes twinkled, arms crossed as if she were some therapist. “Care to share with the class how exactly you ‘handled’ things, Paige?”

The blonde looked you up and down, licking her lips, and although you had moved slightly out of frame at this point, everyone knew it was still you standing there.

The argument had started at the Nike event, where Paige, caught up in the buzz and attention, seemed to forget the line between networking and flirting. You stood quietly by her side, watching as she charmed her way through a crowd of girls who so obviously wanted her, feeling increasingly sidelined and ignored. The team had caught sight of your bickering and some even had to listen to it during the car ride home.

After finally settling and giving Paige the silent treatment, prepared to just enjoy the rest of the evening with you guys’ friends, Paige wasn’t going for it. She couldn’t have fun or be at ease while you were mad at her, which resulted in her telling everyone you’d be back in a bit, and taking you back to her apartment.

Paige knelt before you, her hands looped through your legs and harshly gripping your thighs as she buried her face between them. Her warm breath sent shivers through your body, her tongue flicking and her lips sucking every juice out of you.The tension from the argument melted away in the heat of her touch, replaced by the need to let go.

Looking up at you with a hunger in her eyes, Paige stopped her movements and whispered, “Say it.”

Confused, you met her gaze, feeling her hot breath against your skin. “Say what?” you managed, your voice barely above a whisper.

Paige’s lips curled into a playful smirk as she pressed a gentle kiss against your center, sending a jolt of desire through you. “Say you forgive me,” she murmured. She couldn’t continue if you would still be mad at her after this.

You hesitated on her request, and Paige could practically hear her heart beating. But with her below you like this, hair pushed back, lips shiny from your juices, there was no doubt you’d grant her that forgiveness and more. Your fingers found their way into her soft hair, gently guiding her closer as you whispered, “I forgive you, Paige.”

Shaking her head a bit, the blonde was awaken from her daydream. “Let’s just say we came to an understanding.”

Azzi chimed in, not missing a beat. “An understanding that involved a lot of… communication?”

The group laughed as Paige clapped her hands, pointing at Azzi as if she were right on the money. “Yes, that.”

KK held up her phone again, reading aloud from the livestream. “Listen to this: ‘Why does Paige look so smug? 😂’ and ‘Did Paige and (Y/N) just disappear together? LOL.’ Y’all not slick.”

You felt your cheeks heat up as you glanced at Paige, who seemed completely unfazed. “Okay, okay, enough,” you said, trying to stifle your own laughter. “Can we move on now?”

[crimsonbubble]

More Than This

cw. nsfw, afab!reader, mean doms hohong, overstim, dacryphilia, praise, degradation, use of toys, bondage, size kink, size training, marking, double penetration, tummy bulge *not proofread, just pure horny*

[merry christmas lovelies 🫶🫶🫶]

taglist (dm to be tagged); @sidusvenari @sugarnspice630 @ravenempress101 @autieofthevalley @linearities @wisejudgedragonhairdo @madiexuberant @mifuelarts @straytiny127 @yun-fangz @huen1ngk41 @juyeonshour @uniq-tastic @hongjng8 @miyaluvvsyou @everyonewooeverywhere @hongjoongtime117 @oddracha @kingbloopter @jay-0n3s @ane1o2 @shinyj3lly

Call me a whore all you want but you can’t tell me that getting sandwiched between mean doms hohong wouldn’t make you horny.

With Hongjoong’s possessive streak, his affinity for overstim and his natural ‘leader’ instincts combined with Yunho’s equally possessive streak, his affinity for seeing you cry, and his own ‘leader’ instincts, you’re in for a night.

There’s a lot to break down so let's start here; marking. As I said before, they both have possessive streaks. Sure they get jealous and whatnot but they both know they’ll be the ones you’re returning to. Hongjoong prefers to mark your neck and shoulders while Yunho goes for whatever patch of skin he can get his greedy mouth on.

Overstim; yall I could yap about hohong and overstim for hours. But seriously, they are so mean about it. Like I said in my joong blurb a few days ago, he’s a freak who loves to overstim you, drowning you in waves of pleasure when he deems fit. He makes you cum over and over just because he can. He loves to see you shaking and watch your sticky cunt ache with need.

At the same time, Yunho overstims you, so you start crying from the sensitivity. He’s a perv who wants nothing more than to have a pretty whore on his lap, clinging to him while sobbing from the feeling of him pushing his fingers into your sore cunt alongside the toy he already pushed into you.

Size kink/training; this is indeed Yunho’s domain. Don’t get me wrong, Joong��s big, but Yunho’s big. Freak meister Yunho over here buys all types of dildos to ‘train’ you with; yes this includes dragon dildos and tentacle dildos. Oh, he also gets replica dildos made of him and Hongjoong just so he can stuff both of them inside you and watch the bump in your abdomen appear and disappear with each thrust of the toys. Def says things like “If you can’t handle this, how’re you gonna handle the real thing, tiny?”

Toys/other sex paraphernalia; they have an extensive collection of sex toys because Yunho buys all types of dildos. But Joong buys all types of vibrators; different shapes, sizes, speeds, and power levels. He also has a fuck machine but he hasn’t shown you that yet. Collectively they may or may not have some spreader bars, handcuffs and silk ropes just for fun.

Dirty talk; god, the absolute filth that pours out from Hongjoong’s mouth is insane. Loves to fluster you when he talks dirty, lowering his tone against your ear to a low purr as he speaks. “You hear that, sweetheart? Hear how fuck wet you are? Huh? All wet for us? Hm?” “Aww, our pretty slut just needed their cunt stuffed, huh?” “Oh, empty-headed already? That’s a new record, princess.” Oh, the mix of praise and degradation from these two is mind-boggling.

Oral; now this is Hongjoong’s forte. Not saying that Yunho doesn’t do a good job, but he’s not Hongjoong. When Yunho eats you out, his mouth focuses on your clit; sucking the swollen bud into his mouth while his fingers reach for that one spot deep in your cunt. Hongjoong focuses on fucking your pussy open on his tongue while his nose bumps against your clit. Joong is also a lot fucking messier, oh, and a clit kisser. He’ll spit on your already sloppy cunt just to make an even bigger mess.

Recording; listen, they love having all three of you there but Hongjoong stays cooped up in his studio for hours on end so sometimes you need to give him an incentive to come home. Yunho takes it very seriously to take a clear shot of your pussy stretching around his dick as he splits you open on his lap. He’ll mute the audio because he knows Joong loves to hear how needy you are.

Aftercare; listen, they can be rough with you most days but they will always care for you at the end of the night. They usually run a bath for you but if you can’t be bothered to move, they’ll settle for some warm washcloths. Kisses on top of kisses; the soft and sweet kind as they kiss over every marking and bruise you might have gotten that night. Snuggling together on clean sheets and under a warm blanket.

[bengiyo]

Ben's Big BL Blurb 3: Blue Canvas of Youthful Days Blew It, But I Still Recommend It

I finished Blue Canvas of Youthful Days today, and I don’t like where we left off with this show. Let’s get into that, and then check in on some of the other shows I’m watching.

Blue Canvas of Youthful Days Didn’t Give the Audience Catharsis

I don’t begrudge the show going for a happy ending, given how so many other BLs from their home country end with sudden traumatic turns. However, I don’t feel like we got catharsis from the ending at all. I struggle to full articulate my frustration here, but I think I just really wanted an ending akin to Weekend (2011) or Gameboys 2 (2022).

I think these two were in a position where they were unable to be together now, and I think they should have ended on a separation. When Cairo and Gav had to separate at the end of Gameboys, it was the correct choice. They were still building their lives, and Gav wasn’t doing well on his on. Similarly, Blue Canvas established a scenario whereby Qi Lu did not have the power to stop his father from harming Qin Xiao. Likewise, Qin Xiao couldn’t keep the local gang from beating Qi Lu.

I would have preferred they have the boys confront that they were hiding things from each other, and how they both failed to protect each other from the horrors. I am disappointed that we didn’t get a poignant goodbye from them as they accept that they can’t be together right now. I wouldn’t have minded so much a blurb at the end of the show with the pitch for a season 2 that they didn’t get to film (though @thisonelikesaliens commentary makes even what they wrote dour). We didn’t confront the issue with the dad at all, and we didn’t deal with Qin Xiao losing all he’d worked for.

Genuinely, I would have been okay with them getting a tag at the end of the show with them seeing each other on the street again and sharing a meaningful look. However, we never saw them face the music of their double noble idiocy, and that sucks. It especially sucks because we had Let Free The Curse of Taekwondo this year, and so we saw the consequences of this. We could have had these two railing against the world and promising to see each other again. The tag at the end of the reuse of the fantasy sequence feels tacked on and unearned. That kinda sucks more.

Final Verdict: 8, Recommended With Reservations. I really liked most of this show, and I think they wrote some phenomenal characters until the finale here. Like @lurkingshan I ended up not pleased with this ending. I am disappointed in the lack of resolution about the withholding, and I think they needed to face the separation and goodbye. However, I really liked the cast, and I respect the team that worked so hard to get this to us.

On to the rest of the show, presented in no particular order…starting with the worst. I’ll put in parentheses what episode number I’m on as of this post.

Haunted Hearts is Boring (5/7)

Magic, mah friend! Your show is boring. I do not know why these boys won’t kiss, and at this point I feel like I don’t care anymore. They’re introducing yet another ghost next week and I just am so disinvested. I try so hard every time to support Oxin Films and Regal Entertainment, but they make it so fucking hard. Holy shit. There’s only so far the boys being cute can carry a thin concept like this.

City of Stars is Better Than I Expected (2/12)

I am catching up on this show. The acting isn’t great, but I’m really enjoying a lot of what’s happening here. I will report back when I finish.

See Your Love is Fun But Kinda Weird (7/13)

The visuals are great in this show, and the leads are filling in the aesthetic gap left behind by Jimmy and Tommy in a way that really works for me. There’s been way too many pratfalls in the last two episodes. We are at 1.5 pratfalls per episode at this point. The side couple is absolutely ridiculous. I’m having fun.

Caged Again is Becoming a Favorite (4/10)

Junior is the best protagonist of the year. I’m obsessed with this penguin boy. I love the way this show uses its supernatural elements to drive its storytelling forward, even if I think the plot got a little silly in episode 4. The friend group dynamics are so fun, and I haven’t enjoyed a group of Thai boys this much since Knock Knock, Boys! (no surprise, two of them are in this show, too).

Your Sky is a Weekly Delight (3/12)

The 2gether rewrite show is great, and I will be reading no commentary to the contrary. These boys are so great, and they are one of the best couples of the year. This show is doing fake dating in a way that’s just so excellent, because it’s real dating! The boys are genuinely trying to get know each other so they can pretend to be a better fake couple. This is so close to being excellent meta commentary about dating in the digital age, and how so much of dating for the current generation is about how others perceive the validity of your relationship. It’s actually so fun to watch a show where the characters are doing all the things you’re supposed to do when you’re trying to build something with someone, but one of them doesn’t fully understand what they’ve gotten into. This show is great, and I love it.

Love in the Air: Koi no Yokan is so Slick (5/10)

If there’s one thing a Japanese drama is going to get right it’s trauma! This show delivered on Kai’s horrors in a way that was so visceral that I needed to pause and catch a breath. I remain obsessed with the casting of Nagatsuma Reo as Kai, because he’s taller than Suzuki Asahi sometimes. I really love that they didn’t give us the BL height difference trope, and I like that they didn’t style Kai in a way to make him look more feminine. There’s a egalitarian physical balance between Fuma and Kai that I find extremely refreshing, considering the massive class, wealth, and suffering gap between the two characters. It’s no surprise that we’ve had a dearth of gifs of their sex scene, considering it doesn’t play to the kind of asymmetric aesthetics that folks seem enjoy in their pairings.

As always, the Rei and Kai friendship remains one of the best parts of this story, and I like the way this version of Sky talks to this version of Rain about the queer stuff. He feels like he’s being careful with his friend, and not just ghosting him on important conversations about his friend’s sexual awakening (one of my major gripes with the original Thai adaptation).

Our Youth is Taking Over My Brain (4/11)

I have not moved on from the “Infect me” line, and I am still obsessed with the plausible deniability of the “no homo” that Hirukawa relies upon as he continues to pursue Minase. Now that Minase has reached his breaking point, I’m so looking forward to seeing where we go next. We’re due for a major separation, and I’m ready for a Japanese BL to not fuck up a second chance romance attempt this time. Perhaps adapting Korean work could the solution?

Spare Me Your Mercy is a Welcome Return to the Sammon Feeling I Enjoy (1/10)

I just really love when Sammon shows feel like the mystery matters more than the romance, and this feels like it’s in the correct space. I loved the initial setup, and the potential for there to be multiple murderers. I really hope that they start killing younger people in this show, because they said there were only 40 palliative care patients, and we downed three of them in the first episode. I’m so happy to see JJ again, and Tor looks great. I am looking forward to the weekly watch and theorizing with this show. Most importantly, I’m looking forward to the complex meditation on euthanasia, which this story feels like it’s taking seriously.

Love is Like a Poison Finally has Given Us a BL Battle Couple Again (11/12)

We haven’t had a BL battle couple in what feels like forever. I love that this show continues to reward us for believing in Haruto and Shiba. Haruto’s dad is the absolute worst, and I really want him to lose. I love Shiba, and I love that the show continues to give him some of the visual tropes of a legal drama (like the pan up near the end). I’m in love with this show, and it’s going to be one of my favorites of the year, I’m sure.

Fragrance You Inherit Hurts Me Because Everyone is Doing The Right Thing (4/8)

This show is actually so painful sometimes, because no one is doing anything wrong. Everyone is being as emotionally honest as they can be with everyone they speak to about all of the things that are going on. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with Sakura choosing to let go of her lingering crush on Mone now that they’re both moms and their kids are dating. Besides, we presume that Mone is still married! The conversation with On-chan makes me think that Mone misunderstood the relationship Sakura had with him in college (My man is ace but not aro! We love to see it).

I just really love that everyone is trying to do right by everyone around them, and I think all of the things that remain unspoken in this show have been withheld for completely valid reasons. There are no villains in this story, and that makes it even harder to watch really kind people treat each other politely in every scene. I’m just feeling a quiet scream in me the entire time I watch a good son by a thoughtful gift for his loving mother with the help of his supportive and lovely girlfriend, as he prepares a surprise from the old friend who clearly still cares about her friend and the unrequited/unexpressed feelings between them. This show is incredible. Go watch it right now. Thank you again to @isaksbestpillow.

Conclusion

That’s more shows than I’ve been watching in a while. It’s nice to have some Thai shows back in my rotation that I’m actually enjoying. I really want the Chinese to now fuck up their endings, but it seems like 2024 will not be that year. I’ll try to check in with the end of Love is Like a Poison when the Netflix release schedule completes so folks can binge it then. In the mean time, let me know what you’re enjoying, and what else I should consider picking up.

[artdcnaldson]

In part 2 you mentioned Patrick x reader having makeup sex after they got into stupid argument…. Can we get a flashback to one of those moments🤭🤭 domestic Patrick starting an argument with reader and reader calling him out about it but they end up making up in a cute way. Like Patrick making it up in a corny but cute way??? Just a suggestion, part 2 was amazing btw!

Rating: T

Warnings: just a minor argument, language ofc

A/N: thank youuuu!!! No smut in this little blurb, just a snapshot of domestic Patrick x reader in the changeover au 🫶🫶🫶

Also working on art x reader first time and also Patrick x reader first I love you blurbs for the changeover au :) so those will be coming sooooon

It was easy to let the stupid arguments devolve. It started with a facial expression when you brought up your college roommate’s wedding. An eye roll, an I-don’t-want-to-fucking-deal-with-that. And that became your, “why do you treat my friends and my life as less important?”

“I can’t fucking believe you got that out of me wanting to ditch Katie’s wedding to her dickhead loser fiancé.” Patrick’s words came out so flippant that it infuriated you further. “You don’t even talk to her outside of Facebook comments.”

“I’m sorry, Patrick. I didn’t realize that you’d be so fucking opposed to free food and booze considering you live off of it.”

Patrick set his jaw, glaring at you. It was a low blow, one you knew would sting. “I’m opposed to wasting my time flying out to bum fuck Iowa to because Katie— who has always hated me, by the way— is marrying some dickhead who’s a shill for a corrupt asshole in congress.”

You rolled your eyes. “Maybe she would like you, Patrick, if you ever put in an ounce of effort with anyone besides me.”

“Right, because I need to be friends with the kind of people whose proposal was a flash mob.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Right, because you’re just too cool for stuff like that.”

It was so fucking like him— making fun of the lame proposals your friends got, or their baby names, or their engagement shoots. Sometimes they were lame— flash mobs were fucking stupid— but sometimes they were sweet, and romantic, and there was Patrick acting like he’d rather blow his brains out than ever publicly admit he cared.

“Yeah, I am.” He said back.

You rolled your eyes and stood. “Whatever, Patrick. I’ll RSVP for one, again, and you can bum around my apartment alone.”

You had slammed the bedroom door before he could respond, which left him alone and seething in the living room.

You heard the front door open, then slam shut, signaling that Patrick was going out for a smoke, or a walk, or something.

You opened Facebook and scrolled through your feed. Katie’s engagement photos, a coworker’s new baby, a college friend’s bachelorette weekend. And there you were, fighting so your boyfriend would finally be your plus one to something.

It wasn’t always his fault— he had tournaments, and commitments. But a lot of the time, it was an active dismissal of things you found important— engagement parties, friends visiting the city, the increasingly common baby shower.

You didn’t blame him. Adult stuff sucked, and it was almost always boring and agonizingly slow. But you just wanted him to show up with you for things that were big.

It would be stupid to break up over Katie, who you genuinely weren’t even that close to. She’d been a decent friend Freshman year, you supposed, but that was the extent of it. The invitation to the wedding was probably a formality.

All you wanted was an excuse to show off your super hot, super cool boyfriend. To get tipsy over free booze, then leave the wedding early to fuck in the shitty Best Western hotel room that wedding guests would get a discount rate on.

A few hours later, the front door opened, and you sat up against the headboard, waiting eagerly to see if he’d be the first to break, or if you would.

You heard four gentle knocks against the door, saw Patrick’s sneakers beneath the door. “You can come in,” you said softly.

Patrick slipped into the room and joined you on the bed. He kept space between you, just in case you were still mad, but met your gaze with the sad eyes of a kicked puppy.

“I bought a suit,” was all he said. “And I tried to buy you a huge bouquet of flowers since I was a dickhead, but my card declined since I just bought the suit, so…”

His hand was resting on the empty expanse of mismatched bedsheets between you. You moved your hand into his, tangling your fingers together. “You bought a suit, huh?”

He nodded, squeezing your hand lightly. “I’ll stop being a dick about Katie’s wedding.” He paused, turning away from your gaze. “I think… I’m away so much that when I’m home, I just want it to be me and you.”

You leaned forward and kissed his nose. “I just want to show you off to everyone I know,” you said lightly. Your forehead stayed pressed to his, and you relished in the closeness. “I don’t give a fuck about Katie or her ugly loser fiancé’s stupid wedding.”

Patrick grinned. “Oh? So you just want a hot, professional athlete to be your arm candy, huh?”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re always cheapening the moment.” You leaned forward kissing him sweetly, which always seemed to devolve into a hungry mess of tongues and spit when Patrick was involved.

“Wait—“ you said suddenly, right as Patrick began peeling off your top. “You said your fucking card declined? You drained your bank account for this stupid wedding?”

He paused, his hands warm on your bare skin. “Uh… it felt like a grand gesture kind of moment.” You leaned in and kissed him, pulling your shirt off the rest of the way.

Not smutty but I neeeeeeeded to write some domestic Patrick x reader 😁🫶 my pookies my babies my loves

[bloodibambiidoll]

The copying in the Outer Banks fandom has gotten completely out of hand. I am not only speaking for myself, but for people who I’ve also witnessed this happening to. It seems that some of you have the mentality of “oh! Well this has probably been done before in fanfiction so it’s not copying because they didn’t invent it!” But if you see someone’s post, and take inspiration from it IN ANY WAY, you need to credit them for it.

It doesn’t matter if it’s a moodboard of a fic they haven’t posted yet. Or just a simple thought they put out into the universe. Even if you use someone’s gif they took the time to make and share, there needs to be credit. I think the over abundance of !Readers has made a lot of regurgitation happening between blogs in this fandom. And I’m not saying you shouldn’t write them, but they’re all the same. Spice it up. And when there is something new? I see it ripped off over and over again until it’s like a telephone game and the original poster is lost in the wind.

It fucking HURTS to put your time, creativity, energy, and care into something and then see someone else take your idea, not even make it their own, and then proceed to give you zero credit for it. Taking inspiration from people is a fundamental human reaction that every person does. But it doesn’t matter if it was malicious. It still hurts just the same. I have posted moodboards teasing my AUs and have had people take that idea and write it before I can ever even post my fic. It fucking sucks. It’s discouraging. And it’s just fucking rude and inconsiderate as hell.

On top of that, it’s fucking boring. Why would you want to march to the beat of every other person in this fandoms drum? Fanfiction is about being whoever the fuck you want, writing whatever the fuck you want, but it seems like people care more about notes and what others think than the actual content they’re putting out. This fandom needs to be less about the aesthetics and more about the content. I’m tired of reading the same thing over and over again. I’m tired of the 500-1k blurbs that throw me right into the smut with no plot or backstory.

Don’t get me wrong, I love a little smut blurb down, but when it’s all you see? It’s gets old. But that being said, the lack of support on longer fics, smut, and angst, is extremely discouraging to writers and it causes us to not want to take the time and effort to write those longer things because while notes aren’t everything, feeling unappreciated in any capacity is shitty. It’s a byproduct of itself.

We need to be more courteous of others. There needs to credit given when inspiration is taken from others. There needs to be less worry about what other people like, what other people will think and more focus on the creativity and the fun of fanfiction. Something needs to change because I have been seeing this almost daily. I have had friends and mutuals coming to me for these exact feelings I’m feeling and it’s discouraging and exhausting to see. There’s also this fear around calling people out for stealing because whenever someone does, hell rains down on them. It’s not cute. People should be allowed to defend their creativity on their own blog.

And they wouldn’t have to. If everyone just started giving credit where credit is due.

[princessofmarvel]

Nothing to fear

summary | jonathans girlfriend accidentally takes some fear toxin, while finding out that he is the scarecrow (i suck at summaries, lol)

pairing | jonathan crane x innocent!fem!reader!

word count | 1.2k

genre | fluff with some angst!

requested? | yes! thank you so much for this request @kpopgirlbtssvt i had so much fun writing it! 

warnings! | the reader gets drugged, but I think that’s it! Please let me know if there is anything that I am missing! And, this is not really proofread yet, lol

​​author’s note! | my requests are open for these characters! please send in your requests for blurbs, headcanons, or imagines! And as always, I do I have really bad OCD that causes me to write in some random capitalization, and punctuation, But I think that we don't have to worry about that in this fic lol. And let me know if there are any mistakes, but please be kind!

Jonathan has been at work the entire day, irritated and stressed beyond belief. The only thing getting him through it? Knowing that his beautiful girl was home waiting for him. She called him earlier to let him know that she was going to his place after her last class, he insisted that she just rest after, but she kept saying something about a surprise she had planned. He knew there was no talking her out of it, so he decided that it would be better to just look forward to anything she had planned. 

When he met her, he could have sworn she wasn’t real. She had accidentally bumped into him while she was getting her coffee one day, and knocked his coffee to the ground. She immediately started apologizing, and asking what his order was so she could get him a new one. And, no matter how many times he told her it was fine, and to not worry about it (mostly so he could just hurry on to work) she wouldn’t stop. He finally caved and gave her his order, and she immediately ran and ordered him a new one. She gave it to him with an intoxicating smile on her face while still apologizing. After the encounter Jonathan had to dig deep into his mind and make sure he hadn’t just imagined it. Just to make sure, he went back to the same coffee shop the next morning, and saw her sitting there at a table, her pale pink nails tapping away at her computer, while sipping her drink.  As he was about to leave, she looked up at him, and invited him to sit with her. They sat and talked until the coffee shop was closing up. 

Jonathan unlocked his door and walked into his home, while the smell of a freshly cooked meal immediately hit him in the face. He realized what the surprise must have been. She had mentioned last week how she wished they had enough time to spend a proper meal with each other. He had something planned for the weekend, but she must have beat him to it.  As he walked into the kitchen he saw the lights dimmed, candles lit, and the amazing meal set out on the table. The only thing missing? His angel was nowhere to be seen. He suddenly became very aware of his surroundings as he heard small whimpers coming from the bathroom beyond the shut door. 

“Sweetheart?” He called out, as he knocked on the door. When all he got back was a scared whimper he decided that he couldn’t wait for a response, and walked into the bathroom only to be met with a sight that broke his heart. 

His girlfriend trembling in the corner with tears streaming down her face, the nice dress she had on now all wrinkled up. Her once done up hair had now been messed up from what he imagined would have been her fingers pulling at it. She had her head down on her knees while mumbling something to herself that he couldn’t make out. He didn’t understand what was going on until he noticed the now knocked over, and empty bottle of his fear toxin on the sink. 

“Angel?” He said calmly as he bent to her level, slowly taking her face in his hands as he tried to make eye contact with her eyes darting everywhere but at him. 

“J-Johnny? There was a-” She stopped as she started to sob again. He pulled her into his chest and held her until she started to calm down. 

Once she calmed down enough, he helped her into the shower to calm her, and make sure she knew that whatever it was she saw was fake, but what she was feeling was real. After he helped her get dried off, dressed, and wrapped in a blanket on the couch, he brought her a warm cup of tea, and sat opposite of her, waiting for her to talk first. 

“What was that?” She quietly mumbled out, while taking a sip of her tea, staring straight ahead. 

“It was a fear toxin, something I use on patients.” He tells her slowly in fear of her freaking out, but she stays surprisingly calm, while just staring straight ahead, so he continued. “I give it to them so they can face their fears, and see that it is all just in their heads”

“And the mask?” She asked, finally looking at him, her eyes puffy, and red from all the crying she had done. “I saw it in the case, I went to put it away, but when I picked it up, it was unlocked and everything fell out. It’s the mask of that man they show on the news, is that you Jonathan?” 

He stared at her for a minute, trying to figure out how to answer this without her freaking out. “Yes, it’s me, and I completely understand if that makes you want to end this.” 

Saying that to her broke his heart, he wanted her to stay, but he knew that if this was too much for her, he needed to let her leave. She was the only person in this world that he could never even dream of hurting, no matter how much it would hurt him. 

“Jonathan, I’m not completely sure what it is that you do, but I do know that you make me feel safer, and happier than any other man in this city could. I’m not sure that I'm ready to know exactly what it is you do, but I’m not ready for this to end.” She has to him in almost a whisper. 

“Thank you, Sweetheart. I’ll explain everything when you’re ready.” He says while pulling her down to lay on his chest, while wrapping the blanket around them both. As he kisses her head he notices that she has already fallen asleep, probably worn out from the fear toxin. Jonathan eventually falls asleep with her on the couch, with her all wrapped up in his arms. 

The next morning, Jonthan woke up to the smell of fresh coffee and pancakes, and his girlfriend was no longer on his chest. He walks into the kitchen to see her, dancing around the kitchen while fixing breakfast. She jumped a little as he walked up behind her, and wrapped his arms around her. 

  “Shhhh Sweetheart, it’s just me.” He mumbles into her neck, while leaving small kisses. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“I was hungry.” She said to him with a smile, while making them both a plate. 

“Hey Jonathan?” She says while sitting across from him as they ate. “Am I going to get hurt?” she asked him somewhat quietly.

Jonathan made his way to kneel down next to her chair. “Never, that is the last thing that would happen, angel. You have nothing to fear.” He said, looking at her with complete genuineness.  

“Okay” She said to him with a nod, and a smile. Jonathan stood up, and leaned down to give her a quick kiss. As they pulled away smiling, Jonathan picked her up while she gave a small squeal. He smiled down at her only to see that she was smiling back at him as he carried her to his bedroom. While they were smiling at each other, Jonathan knew that this would all end up all right.

[repulsiveliquidation]

hey :) first of all love love love your writing, literally never fails to make me drip lol

also don’t know if youre up for ideas atm but if you are i have an idea for a short (or long) leah blurb based on THAT suit. i can’t get this scenario out of my head: her coming home after the event and riding r’s strap with her open shirt and the tie still around her neck. and just her being needy and desperate to cum.

good excuse.

Leah Williamson x Reader [SMUT! blurb.] not formatted, I did this on my phone. God my head is burning from the bleach. Hope you like this one, that suit was 😩😮‍💨

“You dressed love?”

“Yes, can you help me with my tie?”

“Mm, c’mere.”

You stand in front of here, undoing her collar and tying her tie for her. She smiles, you lean in and give her a kiss.

“There. All done. You look smashing babe.”

“I’ve had it in my wardrobe for a while but I needed a good excuse to wear it, today seemed fitting.”

“You look hot. Like you mean business.”

“You go be a pretty girl on the red carpet and I’ll make sure you’re well taken care of after babydoll.”

//

Leah comes home way past midnight, a little tipsy from the celebratory drinks she’s had with the girls for Mary’s big win. Alex drops her off, grinning when Leah throws herself at you and immediately starts kissing your neck.

“You’ve got an interesting night ahead of ya. She couldn’t stop talking about coming home to you and having some fun.”

“She did, did she? Naughty Leah, discussing our bedroom habits in public.”

Alex leaves with a loud chuckle, yelling about how she didn’t want to know any more than Leah had already blabbed. Leah had started to strip already, her shirt half open and tie partially undone.

She stands in the door frame, blonde hair framing her face. Her curves are illuminated by the dim lighting throughout the house, casting a soft glow around her magnificent body.

“Hi baby, missed me?” She asks, sauntering over to you while sensually swaying her hips.

“Mhm, did you have a good time angel?”

“The best. But I missed you.” She whines, arms wrapping around your neck with a pout on her lips. “Mary won, did you see?”

“Yes darling, watched the whole thing lovey.” You tell her, gently picking her up. She wraps her legs around your waist, kissing your neck gently.

“Looked so pretty on the red carpet, my girl. Made me jealous I couldn’t go with you.”

“Next time, I’m just gonna bring you with me. Don’t care who sees. Wanna look pretty on your arm.” She slurs as you sit on the edge of the bed. She crawls off your lap, kneeling in front of you. She nudges her head into your lap, resting her head against your thigh. You stroke her hair, leaning down to kiss her cheek.

“What did you tell Alex and the girls we were going to do, sweetheart?”

“Told them I wanted to ride your cock. Maybe have you pound into me from behind while holding the tie because I’m a slut.”

Alcohol made Leah Williamson bolder than she already was. A direct Leah always got what she wanted.

“How about we make that little dream of yours come true hm?”

You stand, pulling out your strap. She liked this one, it filled her in all the right places. You strip and put it on, she watches with glossed over eyes. You sit back down on the bed, she presses her face back into your crotch and begins to kiss the toy. Her lips wrap around the tip, sucking softly.

You run your fingers through her hair as she sucks, her eyes locked onto yours. Your hand rests behind her head, pulling her onto the cock more. She gags, pulling away and grinning.

“I love that sound baby,” you tell her, leaning down to her ear, “do it again.”

She nods hard, sucking deeper on your cock. She gags three more times, slurping noisily on the spit-covered toy. You pull her up, kissing her passionately. She immediately clambers into your lap, cock nudged against her pussy.

Three fingers slip into her, meeting little to no resistance as she’s aroused beyond belief. You grin, fingertips pressed to her sweet spot.

“Oh darling, you’re soaked.”

“Please baby, really need your cock…”

“It’s all yours, baby girl. Go on and ride it, I know you wanted to.”

She suddenly climbs off your lap, turns around and grabs your cock. She whines as she slides down onto it, gripping your thighs tight as she begins to ride.

“Oh fuck…!”

Leah bounces harder, throwing her head back as your cock brushes up against all those lovely little spots inside her. She cries out for you, grasping your knees tighter. You have a tight grip on her waist, helping her ride as your eyes never leave the place you’re both connected to.

A hard spank to her ass makes her legs give out, slumping back onto you. She’s panting and whining, before your hands pull her legs open and pick her up while standing.

You open her legs and hold her up, thrusting up and bringing her down on your cock. She screams, one hand holding onto you as the other fondles her dripping clit.

“Fuck, fuck, please!”

You move her onto the bed, arching her back deep as you immediately begin to pound into her. You grab the spot-soaked tie around her neck and pull on it tight, fucking into her pussy roughly.

With a leg propped up on the bed, you angle into her sweet spot, she cries out and desperately tries to find something to hold onto. You pull her back against your chest, hips grinding into you sweet spot.

“This what you were telling our friends we were going to do baby?”

“Y-Yes!” She croaked out.

“You’re gonna come for me, hm? Gonna come all over my cock, Leah?”

“Fucking hell, yes!”

You pick up the pace, gripping the tie and her arms tight behind her, pushing her back down onto the bed on her front. You bruisingly grip her hips instead, hips jack-hammering into her sloppy pussy.

“Y/N!” she screams, coming hard. She shudders and smiles in pleasure, your hips gently turning into a deep grind to drag out her high.

She slumps into the bed satisfied as you pull out and begin to clean her up.

All tucked into your side in bed, she slips her leg between yours and holds on tight. She’s got fluids in her and two Advils on the bedside table for when she wakes up with a little hangover.

“I love you,” she mumbles quietly into your neck, eyes heavy with sleep.

“I love you too, my girl,” you replied, pressing a soft kiss on her temple, “sweet dreams, my silly girl.”

[bbokicidal]

I cant believe im finally sending this ask because i was hypnotized by ur pfp for the last 10 mins and omgggg that virgin minho is making me really really REALLLLLY look forward to Wednesday when we get to see virgin bin 😫 HOWEVER.... im trusting u with this thought bc,, i need u to see the vision......

Virgin skz ....

Chan: absolutely admits outloud that hes a virgin and is proud abt it 💀 u gotta suck his dick behind the bleachers rq

Min: u already wrote him but hes so hooooot

Bin: coming soon 👀

I feel like hyune is the type to wait for his 'true love' and make it all sweet and soft and then the second time u have sex hes fucking like a porn star bc hes pent up 😭. Han is shy and nervous but he wont. Stop. Staring. At you like fr and its a sexy stare too gdjsjjs. I think u alr wrote virgin lix and it was 💯 fr. Virgin mong mong.... listen he acts like hes not a virgin but u know its a straight up lie bc hes shaking when u so much as brush his arm 😭. Omg and innie....confident virgin. U try to make fun of him for it and hes like "oh yeah? Well i wont be one if u just fuck me already" LIKE BOYYYY

im handing the mic over tho,, what do u thing abt virgin skz 👀 🎤

okay lots to unpack here hehe - first off, isn't my pfp so sexy? (it gets a lot less sexy when u click my profile and it says googey under it LOLOL)

second - ty for trusting me w this thought omgggg!! okay lemme write out some lil blurbs for the boys...

virgin!chan : absolutely not ashamed of it. genuinely think he would be the type to be like "yeah im a virgin, what about it" like he doesn't think its a big deal, he doesn't get why people feel ashamed or pressured into having sex at a younger age. he also doesn't really get why being labeled a virgin is a bad thing. it's just a word. (but like he will absolutely get sooooo shy when he asks you to suck his dick for the first time)

virgin!minho : just wrote it but I wanted to add that I think he hides his virginity by being so openly touchy w you like he CANNOT keep his hands off your waist honey sorry not sorry.

virgin!binnie : can't spoil anything bc I'm writing him Wednesday but I will let you in on a little secret : he's a whimperer.

virgin!hyunjin : he absolutely will wait for the one. like he genuinely wholeheartedly believes in true love and he wants to wait til he finds that person to do anything, and he's like. not ashamed of it either. he's never felt pressured to do it before or felt guilty for not being experienced. he's just excited for that day to come, whenever it comes.

virgin!jisung : I think he's such a flustered baby when it comes to you directly confronting him or calling him hot or something. like he'll be practicing choreography and you'll go "ooooh, jisuuuung~" while fanning yourself and he'll have to step out because he can't breathe from your reaction. but the staring? oh absolutely, babe. he's got a bad habit of like. sitting and staring at you while you're talking with the group. but the longer he stares, his head starts to tip down and his eyes get a bit dark, and he's staring now bc he's imagining what you look like all blushy and sweating and moaning-- (aka horny virgin)

virgin!Felix : yeah p sure I wrote this but one thing to add; I genuinely don't think you would ever be able to tell if lix is a virgin or not because he's a massive fucking loser in a sexy ass body and he's a constant flirt. he makes flirtatious jokes, winks, sticks his tongue out, body rolls, is touchy - he's literally just horny with emotion for everyone so you wouldn't even be able to tell he's never stuck his dick in anything other than his own hand.

virgin!seungmin : oh I have thoughts. I'll make it short but I think Seungmin's the type of virgin to like. not make it known that he's inexperienced but he does get a little shy when the others bring up him being a cutie and being inexperienced and yada yada. but in front of you? he's playing it cool and never bringing it up. also - yes. def the type to get a little shy and flustered any time you touch him. (do you remember that video of Hyunjin getting all shy when (can't remember who it was) the lady touched his arm and he like curled up where he was standing and was all giggly? that type of shy hehehe)

virgin!jeongin : slut. no other words needed.

[buggybambi]

minors, please dni! this is a longer version of the mini blurb i posted yesterday, and it is nsfw towards the end, so i'd appreciate if you did not engage with this post! thank you<3

(also: this is meant to be carm x fem!reader / afab!reader.)

okay, hear me out. no thoughts: sitting on carm's lap as you kiss his neck while he's on the phone, having to be serious.

it'd been a rough week for carmen. the vendors had been late almost every day with orders, staff getting sick or being late, carmen having to take on their work loads. and with nat not being on maternity leave after bringing his niece into the world (MAE NOTE: ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW FUN OF AN UNCLE CARM WOULD BE I WILL BE SPEAKING ON THIS LATER BTW JUST YALL WAIT CAUSE I GOT SOME THINGS TO SAY)

and he just texts you. asking if you're free to stop by the bear. even adding a 'please'.

it's not like him to beg for you to come by- quite the opposite. you offer to bring him food (since you know even a chef like him doesn't remember to eat, and he sometimes hates cooking for himself when its all he does all day) or sometimes headache relief for those bad days with migraines he can't bear - no pun intended - but he doesn't want you coming by. he knows most of the staff are chaotic and he has a fear you'd get hurt somehow back there. and also, he wants to keep his pure girl away from the chaos of his restaraunt, yk?

but, he seems to push all of that aside for you. to have you close right now.

maybe its a stress relief. maybe its just him needing to be close to you. who knows. either way, you text back and let him know you're on your way.

and honestly, it depends on who you ask on how you and carmen got into this situation.

if you're asked, you'd say you were behaving. to be fair, you were kissing his neck when the phone rang. when you'd arrived, he immediately captured your lips on his, needing you in his lap like a dehydrated man needed water. and you decided to reward your poor hard working man with kissing his jaw, his neck. telling him he's doing such a good job at work, praising him.

and then the phone rang!

and in your defense, he was the one who kept you in his lap. you did try to move, and his hand on your ass kept you in place.

you took that as a sign to keep kissing his neck and jaw. and, he just so happened to move slightly. you 'accidentally' sucked on his pulse point. who could have seen it coming?

if carmen's asked, he'd tell the truth about you being the biggest goddamn tease he's ever met. poor carmy, having to bite back any sort of noise of pleasure as a woman on the other line asks to confirm details about the meat delivery.

"yeah- listen, sharron, can i call you back?" carmen was sure she'd be offended by him cutting her words off, but he literally did not care.

he hangs the phone up as you feel a small groan escape his lips. "okay. your turn." he says, his voice gruff.

and maybe that's how you ended up bent over his desk with him thrusting into you, telling you you're "such a damn minx", "big tease".

who knows! total mystery.