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transsexualjoanofarc · 4 months
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IM SOOOOOOOO DRUMK RN @ LANA LANAAA
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honkkarl · 2 years
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just so we are clear if georges visa gets denied i am actually going to go apeshit. like full on clinically insane. i cannot bare the thought of dream and george being forced to spend another year apart waiting for another visa to get approved i will actually fucking implode i am being so serious right now.
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fitscientist · 2 years
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Thoughts on Taylor using her aircrafts to make 3 minute flights?
Wasn't it Kylie who was taking 3 min flights, but Taylor was flying every second day to somewhere? Preeeeetty sure it's to visit her bf in London and her parents/fam back in the states. Girl. I did long distance with a European for THREE LONG YEARS and I only got to see him twice a year, we would take turns visiting each other. Girl if I can do it, so can you. Grow a pair, and stop hurting the environment. Just cause you can do something, doesn't mean you should 💅 And YES, we are married now. So stfu about how ldr doesn't work/I need to constantly be with him to make it work blah blah, call him on Skype for the love of earth, if he loves you he'll make it work 💅
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oh-my-frog · 2 years
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One moment i'm like yes i can handle ldr this is fine and then the next moment im crying because i went to put the dishes away and remembered that my gf washed them for me before she went home
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darlingbutch · 18 hours
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reminiscing abt my girl… she was so shy and nervous the first time we met so i planned on taking things slow… maybe just enjoy some hot and heavy making out sessions without taking things further. i planned on being the perfect gentleman. as soon as i was on top of her though, she was so soooo desperate. it caught me by surprise after all of her nervousness… the way that she grabbed my wrist and put my hand exactly where she’d like it and the way that she was telling me to touch her more than begging me to. honestly, it was what i’d been hoping for a little bit. that she’d be overcome by desire and desperation to be touched by me. i can’t say that i wasn’t pleased ❤️
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lovecrazedpup · 3 months
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valentines ,,,,,
#in 2 weeks !! i need to think of smth#idk#i wish i could buy him flowers or something lol i fucking hate ldr and having to keep us a secret#like even some chocolates ! or a game !! or even like a meal or something that he can pick up idk#i wanna physically give something bc i suck at Non Physical things#im going to cry honestly i just kinda wanna make him happy#idk if he actually loves me . is valentines too serious for us ? will it remind him of her maybe ??#what if they did something ://#i dont wanna fuck anything up hhhhhh#i mean he hasnt told me anything abt her and valentines day so like#maybe ?? its ok ?#idk . what would i even do#this sucks i wish i could go inside his brain and just know what hes thinking#tbh he probably hasnt realised valentines day is coming up so he probably doesnt rlly care lol#i just wanna be cute and sweet and stuff idk#this is all so stressful :/ probably not even worth lmao#i think she genuinely ruined him and his perception of love . i wouldnt be that surprised if he hates that day#ok but what if i can change that ….. and what if hes looking forward to it#is letting him down better than bringing up painful past memories of his ex ?? PROBABLY !!#so nvm i think ill just like . day dream instead maybe#if he like . talks abt it or asks !! yay#if he doesnt - well i know for future he doesnt wanna do any of it#i hate not being his first everything this is so unfair :)#i wish i could experience us both being the same age and being each others firsts#sigh#ill day dream abt it maybe lol#this was meant to be a cute vent thingy but i Guess Not haha#oh well !!!!#jamie.txt
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badthingsdontlook · 5 months
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love--potion · 8 months
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I miss holding your hand
I miss rubbing my thumb against the back of yours, looking down at how our hands compare in size and getting flustered by it
I miss sitting next to you
I miss leaning my head on your shoulder and curling in for a hug, staying there for a long moment as I take in your scent and try to commit it to memory
I miss feeling you beside me in my bed
I miss turning around and being able to wrap my arm around you, pulling you closer to me under the single blanket we barely shared in the summer heat
I miss walking next to you
I miss feeling my clumsy self gravitate towards you, bumping into you gently before readjusting, not unlike a bumblebee thinking a human is its favorite flower
I miss your eyes
I miss getting lost in the colors, even if it was embarrassing to be staring and be stared at, even if I couldn't manage to look at you for too long without melting into a gushy puddle
I miss hearing your voice
I still get to. But it's not the same way I heard it in person, I miss you leaning in to talk quieter to me and feeling your breath on my skin, I miss huddling up to you and feeling your voice through your chest
I miss your hair
I miss mindlessly playing with it while we watched a livestream together, curling my fingers between the soft strands and nuzzling my face against the fluff
I miss everything about you
I miss you
I took that week for granted
I want another one, I want it to last longer, be longer, I want to never have to leave your side again
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briarroseella · 1 year
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Wow this is already the third christmas in a row that fucking covid has managed to wreck my christmas in some way
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succubi-tch · 1 year
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Trying to be normal about so so many things but it is all so hard.
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jamsoap · 2 years
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did i do a post breakup room change at 2 am? yeah. yeah i did.
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cheolhub · 1 year
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PRETTY WHEN YOU CRY — JOSHUA HONG ࿐
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summary. joshua just loves how pretty you look when you’re in tears.
wc. 1.9k
warnings. soft dom!joshua who’s kinda mean?, sub f!reader, dacryphilia, LOTS of teasing, edging, unprotected s*x, reader is referred to as a pillow princess, praise, ridiculous amount of pet names [(pretty) baby, pretty girl, angel, good girl], heavy dom/sub dynamics 🫡 — MINORS DNI 18+
note. i wrote this 3 months ago while in HEAT listening to LDR and then i forgot about it lol. THIS IS FOR THE SHUA BIASES. UR TIME HAS COME.
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hunger. desire. need. it’s all you’ve felt since waking up this morning. you need your boyfriend to come home. you need to be stuffed with his cock. you need to be fucked till you can’t remeber your last name. 
and you’ve voiced your thirst to your beloved boyfriend, sending him texts that read need u :( and wanna touch myself so bad :’((( to which he replied, be good.
and you know better. when joshua says that, it means that you’ll need to wait regardless of how unbearably horny you are. 
and you do wait. you try to distract yourself on your day off by attempting to clean even though your arousal soaks through your panties and threatens to drip down your leg at the utter thought of him. you try to cook something to eat, but your mind wanders to the time he fucked you over the kitchen island with your face pressed against the cool marble. you even go as far as taking a cold shower, but you can only think about him and his cock and his words and, god, this fucking sucks.
but, he does come home eventually. as soon as you hear the door unlock, you’re quickly padding over to the front entrance with a meek look on your face. he can immediately read you, drinking in the sight of you in one of his shirts that barely hides the fact that you’re only in a thin pair of lace panties. 
he can tell you’ve been sitting in your wetness all day with the way your thighs are squeezed together and your brows are furrowed in what almost looks like pain. 
“hi, baby,” he hums, a cheeky smile stretching across his face. “how was your day?” he asks knowingly as he approaches you, free hand coming to cup your cheek. the pad of his thumb brushes against the heated, flushed skin and you’re shuddering at the contact. 
“missed you,” you mumble, eyes shutting as you lean into his touch. at the mere contact, your breath hitches, growing uneven as the seconds pass. 
“mmm, you missed me?” he hums, thumb moving to brush over your plush lips. when you nod, your mouth opens to envelope his digit, doe eyes staring into his devilish ones. “that bad, huh?”
“yeah,” you reply honestly, though it’s muffled by his finger. “please…” you beg and joshua knows exactly what for with the way your eyes water. 
luckily, you don’t have to wait long. joshua immediately drags you to your bedroom with a deceiving smile on his face. that’s how you end up on your back with his length stirring you up and pleas slipping past your loose, puffy lips. 
“you feel so good, baby,” joshua coos, cock thrusting into you at possibly the slowest speed ever. “cunt always takes me so fucking well, like you were made for me yeah?”
you nod your head, wrapping your arms around his neck, “joshie, please…” your eyelids grow heavy and threaten to close, but joshua can’t have that. 
“uh-uh, eyes on me, pretty girl, or i’ll just use my hand.” he warns and the pretty whine that slips past your lips makes him smile at you. “tell me what you need.”
“faster… please, fuck me faster, shua,” you beg. “been needin’ it all day.”
“yeah?” he questions, voice dripping with dominance. so much so, it makes you clench tighter around him. “pretty baby wants me to go faster?”
all you can do is nod. he gives you another captivating smile before picking up the pace. his hands grab at your waist as he builds up to a comfortable, yet pleasurable speed.
your moans grow louder as he fucks you deeper and deeper into the mattress. you’re relishing in the fact that you may get the one thing you’ve actually been craving all day–release. you can’t help the way your eyes flutter close as you feel the bulbous head of his cock rubbing against your sweet spot. 
joshua halts, dick pressed deep inside of you and your eyes shoot open immediately. “w-why’d you stop?” you whimper, pussy pulsing around him. 
he smirks, a mean lie slipping out, “got tired.”
you’ve just about had it– after a whole day of sexual frustration and waiting for your lover to take care of you, you get edged? your eyes fill with tears and you’re incessantly shaking your head. “i-i-i’ll ride you! please… shua, please– i wanna cum,” you nearly sob. “i’ll do all the work! le-lemme ride you.”
he groans, cock twitching at how quick he reduced you to tears today. you’re so fucking pretty like this– he can’t resist how much harder he gets when he sees tears recede down your face and hears how desprate you start to sound with all of your sobs and hiccups and slurred words. you’re just so pretty when you cry. 
his voice is breathy now, asking, “really, baby? you’ll ride me?”
“y-es! yes!” you cry, big, teary doe eyes screaming please. 
and so he hums out an ‘ok’ before effortlessly flipping you over while keeping you nice and full of his cock.
now your hands are pressed flat against his abdomen and he can’t help but bite his lip at the sight of you on top of him like this. you’re still crying and he’s sure you won’t stop till you get your much needed orgasm. 
you’re not moving, just hiccuping and squeezing your walls tight around him. “baby? you wanna cum don’t you?” he asks with the slightest mocking tone in his voice. “you have to move if you really want to.”
you shudder, nodding your head. you finally push yourself off his before roughly slamming back down to his base making both of you moan out loudly. you continually do this with no steady tempo and feel yourself grow frustrated at the lack of pleasure. 
joshua knew this would happen. you’re a pillow princess through and through and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. he loves seeing every coherent thought leaving your pretty little head as he drives his cock into you. you’re his princess, he wouldn’t want that to change.
but you make attempts to take more than you can handle sometimes, and he thinks it’s really fucking adorable. like now, for example, he knew you couldn’t ride him– you’ve only done it a handful of times and every single time it’s ended with you on your back again while he does all the work– but he thinks it’s cute watching you cry and struggle. 
though, he thinks he should put you out of your misery because he can tell you’re giving up. he knows you’ve absolutely had it when you're not even picking up your hips anymore, instead, rutting and grinding against his cock while tired whines bubble up in the back of your throat. 
“are you tired, pretty girl?” he asks softly and you nod while more tears brim in your eyes. you feel like you’ve been at it for hours even though it hasn’t even been 10 minutes. you just want to cum. so bad. “‘m sorry, baby, do you want me to take over?”
“please, joshie,” you whimper. “please, please, please, need you s’bad.”
and he coos, whispering out, “‘s okay, angel, don’t cry. i’ll take good care of you.” his hands find your waist, lifting you off his length so he can take over, giving you an experimental thrust. 
you whimper letting your head fall back and hands press against his firm chest as he repeats. he quickly gains a fixed rhythm, cock plunging in and out of your soaked pussy. his hands hold your hips tight above his, adamant on keeping you there while he does all the work. 
he’s moaning out your name, repeatedly telling you how good you feel and how gorgeous you are with your tits bouncing like that. he looks between the two of you, where his cock meets your cunt, and he groans watching how you swallow him so nicely. 
it makes him speed up, bucking his hips up harder. faster. deeper. you can’t stop crying no matter how much you want to– you’re so sensitive and he’s hitting all the right spots without fail– the tears just keep falling down your face. 
and shua notices. notices the way your eyes have turned into a leaky faucet and how you have a never-ending flow of tears rolling down your wet, blushy cheeks. god, it has him close already, but he needs to give you what you want first. 
“so fucking pretty when you’re crying for my cock, baby.” he grits, a moan following the words. “like it that much?”
you’re choking on your words, practically gargling out, “love it! l-love your cock– shua, fuck, love it and you!”
he groans, squeezing your hips tighter, “yeah? tell me you love me again.”
“i-i love you!” you sob out, pussy wrapping tightly around him as you feel yourself grow closer to the edge. “love you, shua!”
your nails dig into his chest and he hisses, “fuck, such a good girl– i love you so much more, baby. you’re so good for me.” he profuses, voice slightly wavering as he feels his stomach tighten. “will you cum with me, baby? cum and let me fill you up?” he punctuates his words with his thrusts.
you gasp at his particularly sharp thrusts, nodding your head vigorously. “yes, yes, yes, fill me up please!” you echo and you’re pretty sure you sound embarrassing, but you’re not in the right mind to care. you feel the band in your tummy stretching and all you need is a bit more to completely push you over the edge. 
joshua follows through, ramming into you a few more times before slamming your hips down, filling you up with his cock completely. his particularly large load spurts inside of you, painting your walls creamy white while cursing and moaning. the warmth and feeling of his seed is just what you needed to let go. 
the tight band in the pit of your stomach snaps and you squeal as you feel yourself cum, finally releasing all over his cock. your jaw goes slack and your vision goes white and all you can hear is ringing in your ears while you experience an intense (and well deserved) orgasm. he guides your hips to grind on his cock to help you ride out your high while murmuring sweet praise to you.
when you do come down, you collapse on top of him, cock popping out of your pussy in the process. you whimper as you feel his cum leaking out of you and onto the sheets under you. 
“you came so much today, joshie,” you say softly with a bit of hoarseness to your voice while sniffling. 
he chuckles breathily at your observation, “did i?” 
you nod into the crook of his neck,“mhm, filled me up so well, thank you.”
“of course, baby… but are you okay? you were crying the whole time.” he asks, voice laced with slight concern as his hands soothe up and down your bare back. “know i said you looked pretty like that, but i just wanna make sure i didn’t hurt you.”
“no! no, just missed you, shua, i was really horny…” you mumble. “just wanted you to fuck me stupid all day long. was so miserable.”
he smirks, messy cock twitching a bit at your words, “well, i’m here now, baby, and i can make it happen if that’s what you still want?”
“really?”
“really.”
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sir-kuroo · 1 year
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𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐘𝐒 ♡
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𖦹 ft. haikyuu boys 𖦹 themes: 18+ sex toys, mentions of bondage, pet play, semi-public sex, teasing 𖦹 notes: characters may repeat on type of toy, they might be using all of these but I categorized this as their favorite to use on you ♡
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♡ LOVENSE LUSH KENMA, *atsumu, *KUROO, ushijima, hoshiumi, suna, *OIKAWA, bokuto, daichi, kageyama, sakusa
he loves this ldr toy because he can rein in you by playing with the vibration patterns through his smartphone. watches you pulsate on VC your own liquid spilling out of your pussy. biting his lower-lip as he pumps his dick so hard and ready to explode. *maxes it up and tones it down playfully to tease you. watches you secretly in public, strain on his pants as he put himself on the edge, enjoying the risk of being caught watching you drenched, convulsing and moaning his name over his earphones.
♡ VIBRATING COCK RING kyoutani, sakusa, suna, bokuto, HINATA, yamaguchi, SUGAWARA, lev, kita, hoshiumi
wears the ring, though it barely even fits him. he loves to rile you up with extra cock power! you feel both the size of his dick and the vibration coming through that you might have cum at the very instant he inserted his dick inside you.
♡ CUFFS & LEASHES KUROO, osamu, ATSUMU, semi, HIRUGAMI, kageyama, ushijima, DAICHI, kyoutani, hoshiumi
not really a toy but it has to be mentioned. your hands in collars you and drags you in a leash as you suck him, hand runs through your hair as he guide your head with your mouth around his cock. lovingly pats your head afterwards for being the good girl pet that you are.
♡ MASSAGE WAND *AKAASHI, kita, SUGAWARA, yamaguchi, YAKU, hirugami, HOSHIUMI, bokuto, lev, kenma, hinata
he loves it when you reach out for his head from behind as you sit on his lap, your moans so close to his ear as he has the full access to your neck. whispers "that's my good girl," "my princess" as he runs the wand against your nipples and thoroughly on your pussy. your ass massaging his dick, making him hard as fuck while you squirm against him.
♡ WIRELESS VIBRATING EGG *OIKAWA, *atsumu, *OSAMU, *KUROO, kenma, suna, *tsukishima, IWAIZUMI, SEMI, *tendou
remote's in his hand and shamelessly will control it while you're outside as he acts so naturally like he's not stirring your insides. it can be whenever like when you're just for a walk in the park or in the gym doing the treadmill. sometimes, he'll do it as punishment for you acting like a big brat and you have to keep it inside you and not let it fall in between your legs or else everybody will find out. *when you can hardly keep your whine to yourself, he'll whisper "so dirty, can't keep it to yourself?"
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What are the benefits of having cameras in your girls homes?
I’ve probably answered this before, but whatever. Here’s the summary: LDRs suck, especially for submissive girls.
Now to be more precise…
Did she fall asleep on the couch or put herself to bed? Did she clean up the kitchen after dinner? Is she working or scrolling? Did she remember to do the laundry, because she’s got that thing tomorrow? How’s she gonna decide which boots to return? How’s she supposed to get back to sleep after a nightmare if someone isn’t watching for monsters coming down the hall? The answer to all these questions involves me opening a camera app and checking on her.
Don’t underestimate the value of presence. The camera’s speaker allows me to independently project my voice into her space. She doesn’t have to open an app or press a button or take any volitional action… I’m just there, hanging in the air. Just as importantly, I get to see the secret smiles and unexpected tears and awkward moments as if I were a fixture around the house… I know the faces she makes when she’s making faces just for herself.
It makes a girl feel safe. Ninety-five percent of the time, I’m like a dad poking his head in the door of his daughter’s bedroom, just to check on her and say “good job” or “good night”. Granted, the other five percent of the time I’m still like a dad poking his head in the door of his daughter’s bedroom, only now there’s some… lingering. And pantslessness. The point is, she doesn’t feel alone.
Safe… except when I startle her by suddenly speaking when she doesn’t know I’m looking. The reactions range from the classic deer-in-headlights, to horrified embarrassment, to some straight up Bugs Bunny shit… she leaps up, arms splayed in a panicked parody of self-defense, her hair standing on end, and she proceeds to hover in mid-air for longer than the laws of physics allow before collapsing like a sack of potatoes on the floor. (And then has the gall to wonder why I don’t take her seriously as an adult. You’re a fucking cartoon, you little freak.)
I don’t have to ask if she’s been going to the gym.
Seeing her face light up when she gets a message from you is one of the best “I love you”s that one can receive.
I’m a cheap pet-sitter and occasional alarm clock.
No, you are not going out dressed like that, young lady.
I could go on for a while… there’s a lot.
It feels like a hug when you’re far away. That’s the gist.
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whorediaries-09 · 4 months
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west coast;
pairing- fdad!james potter x reader warning- 18+ content, porn without plot cause plot has already been served to you. (let me know if i should add more) a/n- requested part two 🧍‍♂️
tagging the lovely people who wanted a part two. let me know if i should remove you <3 @lizzxoxo @moonlightspencie
part one was requested by my lovely @dreamalittledreamofthemarauders
the slut club
ps- is it really simping on dilfs without a ldr song?
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you push it hard, I pull away, I'm feeling hotter than fire i guess that no one ever really made me feel that much higher
his fingers trail your lips, puckering your mouth open. you're panting, trying to catch your breathes, coming down from the ecstasy of your orgasm. while the rough fabric of the carpet digs into your knees, he kneads his fingers into your fabric, pushing you closer to his erect cock in all it's glory. he's beautiful even in places you found reprimanding in other men.
hotness creeps into your skin, as you open your mouth, poking out your tongue. he wraps his hand around his cock, hitting your tongue with the tip of his cock before shoving his girth down your throat. he pushes your head towards himself, and your gargle as your air supply gets cut off. saliva dribbles down your throat as you suck him, trying to prove yourself to be his good little girl. he moans, as sees the base of his cock bulge out of your throat. tears pool at your eyes, as you control your urge to gag, whimpering as his length shivers in your mouth.
'god you're so pretty with my cock down your throat honey,' he breathes. you pull out your mouth, wrapping your hands around him. you look at him through your tear soaked eyelashes.
'am i your good girl, mr. potter?' you ask, your voice rough with the raw abuse. he nods, and you pucker up your breasts, sliding his slick cock between the valley. you suck on the tip, moving your breasts up and down his girth. he whimpers at your actions, bending down to reach your arm, picking you off the floor
'get up, baby i wanna fill you up, make you think about my cock for days,'
you nod frantically, your head in clouds of ecstasy. he pushes you on the bed, his hands drawing over the skin of your inner thighs. he teases you on the slit of your cunt with his cock, and you squirm, entangling your fingers in his curls bringing his head down to your mouth.
'please mr. potter, i need you so bad,'
he smiles, slowly teasing his tip into you. you bite your lip, awaiting the stretch before he pulls out again. you whine, bucking your hips into thin air to get the release you desperately need.
'yeah, you need me so bad?' he mocks, holding your face, locking his eyes with yours. you squirm, nodding as you do so. he pushes himself in your warm cunt, and the both of you gasp. he fills you up so perfectly, the nerves on his cock hitting spots that has you seeing stars. you move your hips, signaling him to move. he holds your legs apart, watching your wet cunt grip him so tight as he moves inside you.
'such a perfect cunt, god you were made for me.' he hum against your lips, capturing them into a sinful kiss. he moves his tongue inside your mouth simultaneously ramming himself inside you until you're seeing stars. you're pinned to the mattress by his cock, exposed. you're sure you can feel him inside your stomach. he's diving inside you, with a brutal pace, which makes your eyes roll, nails scratch into his back, toes curl and shake.
the coil of orgasm unravels in your stomach and you quiver, clenching around him.
'i can feel you clenching around, sweet, you wanna cum?' you're a pathetic moaning mess, too deep into a reverie of skin slapping, the scent of sex and his touch to answer.
'fuck, p-please mr. potter, i need it- shit, - i'm coming'
you're shaking, quivering when you arch your back, grip the sheets as you release yourself, squirting your release all over his toned abs letting out a pathetic cry of 'thank you's'
he trails his lips between your breasts, as he moves inside you, chasing his own release. when he feels your walls clench around him, he pants,
'honey i'm gonna cum, where should i?' your chest heaves with exhaustion,
'inside me, mr. potter please, i need you to feel me up,'
his curls tickle your face as you catch his lips, letting his hot ropes of cum paint you, make you his, filling you up.
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princessbrunette · 4 months
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boarding school by ldr is sooo rafe 💗
kook!reader who just moved back to the obx after her parents moved bc of work, not remembering the Camerons too well but all of her friends are like “rafe this, rafe that..” so ofc she has to see what the hypes all about !!
but!!! getting sososoo disappointed when she’s at a party and he’s all pissy and rude to everyone ! rafe is all heart eyes for her, but she keeps shrugging him off 🙈🫶🏽
cute! 🌸
just watching him in action, seeing the way he interacts with others was enough for you. you’d come to this party to sit back and observe, figure out what all the hype was about — but it seemed all the buzz had been generated over just another stuck up Kook. it was guys like him that gave you all a bad name.
he was rude, not just to guys but to girls too— shrugging them off and sipping his drink when they tried to make a move. it was odd, really. he was gorgeous, you had to admit. but his personality was less than favourable, and your curiosity quickly faded, deciding to just enjoy your night with your friends instead.
you felt his presence next to you before you saw him, saw the colour of his shirt in your peripheral vision looming over you as you pour yourself another drink at the drinks table, eyes lasered in on the red solo cup in your hand making sure not to spill any liquor from the bottle. you mentally prepare yourself to remain composed and dignified, waiting for him to tell you to get the hell out of his way like he did the last person who dared stand where he wanted to stand.
“hi.” he calls over the music instead. you think you must have misheard him, so you ignore it all together. but he leans forward and speaks again. “i feel like i know you from somewhere.”
you turn and look up at him, heart thumping a little and he’s smiling. years are taken off his face when he grins, maybe that’s why he doesn’t do it much— less manly and more boyish. it’s almost sweet, and you would have probably fell for it if you hadn’t been watching him earlier.
“me?” you ask, all wide eyed and it makes him chuckle, nodding. god, he really had an intense stare— like seriously, his eyes haven’t moved from your face since the beginning of this interaction.
“yeah. you.” he surveys you for a moment. “what are you drinking?”
you ignore his question and raise an eyebrow, observing him right back. “you said you know me from somewhere?”
he shifts on his feet, eager and almost skittish like he wants to reach out and touch you or something. rafe briefly stuffs his hands in his pockets instead, so different from the guy you’d been watching all night to the point where you were starting to wonder if he had a twin.
“well yeah. ‘remember faces, y’know?” his lightly brings his finger to his temple in gesture. “uh i— aha,” he cuts himself off with a chuckle, leaning in a little. “i don’t forget the pretty ones.”
you panic a little, because well — it’s rafe cameron, coming onto you, and quite frankly he scares you. so you stare up at him a little dumbly, bottom lip tucked between your teeth before clasping your cup in both hands nervously.
“i dont — i uh— have to go back to my friends now.” you’re meek and it pains you, but you scurry off anyway, barely glancing back. you’d think that would have totally weirded him out, and hoped maybe it was enough to get him to leave you alone — but you couldn’t be more wrong, if anything he was encouraged.
you were constantly reminded of his poor treatment towards others because he stayed near you the whole night, mouthing off about pogues or telling randoms to ‘get the fuck out of his way’ all whilst following you around like a dumb, lovesick puppy. you ignored him at best, brushed him off when he gently took your arm and offered to join a game of suck and blow with you, or even beer pong. each time you rejected him, the more determined he was.
a while later, he gently grabs your arm again and you sigh loudly — sick of his chasing.
“hey i— i just wanna get to know you, a’ight? i’m not a bad guy.” his eyes are a little wide, watery from drinks and whatever else. it rings alarm bells in your head but you stare up at him regardless. maybe it was the drink that had you moving slower.
“you… you are a bad guy! you’re not nice!” it comes out childishly and you hate that for you, even pouting in frustration which makes the corners of his mouth twitch upwards. he thought you were the cutest thing ever, and he had to have you.
“so you’re tellin’ me… all i gotta do is start treating these nobodies nice and you’ll give me a chance?” he raises his eyebrows, ducking his head a little hopefully. you wanna slap him, tell him no and that you see through his little act. but… there’s something charming about him. something that’s drawing you in. what was it about rafe cameron that had everyone up in arms?
“its… definitely a start.” you cross your arms over yourself, sulking. he huffs out a relieved smile, running his fingers over his chin as he stares off, nodding.
“yeah i… i can do that.” he agrees and you stare at him expectedly, putting your wall back up.
“okay… are we done now? can i enjoy my night?” you sass, and he nods, holding his arm out to gesture to the doorway to the room everyone else was in.
“after you.” he drawls, watching you pass him. his eyes don’t leave the back of you, deadset on winning you over— and rafe always gets what he wants.
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