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#dont play at not wanting to do shit only to immediately do it just be fucking straight forward
hella1975 · 8 months
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sometimes i think about the fact my grandparents literally overnight just cut us off and im like. how did u even do that. does it torment you
#eeaao's 'how did you let me go so easily' moment. like i dont let myself even THINK about this too often#bc i immediately beat myself back with the 'if it's hard for you then imagine how hard it is for mum. her PARENTS cut her off'#but like. idk. my nan i couldn't give less of a shit about which is something i always find so interesting#bc even as a child with NO basis for it or any understanding of her behaviour both past and present i still wasn't Comfortable around her#like children are smart actually. i just Knew her vibes were off and i Knew my mum was weird when she was around#like i truly dont think i ever loved my nan even when she was a very frequent part of my life#but my grandad? i ADORED him. id see him multiple times a week and he's the kindest man ive ever met#and hannah what i told you about my mum saying certain people have magnetic auras THAT WAS ABOUT HIM#like i cant actually put into words what it was about him but people just wanted to know him and spend time with him#but he was weak and let my nan walk all over him and when push came to shove he chose her and now ive not spoken to him in 3 years#& i KNOW he loved me. he thought the world of me like it's a bitter unspoken thing between me & my sister that we KNOW i was his favourite#he used to buy me egg butties at agricultural shows when my mum said no and specifically ask for two eggs#he used to sit and eat his soup with me when he came over to do work at the house#he used to play with me. he used to smile all the time. i can so clearly hear the way he'd go ''iya [my name]' with his proper rural accent#or how he'd tell anyone who would listen 'she's tough as old boots that one'#and i could make him laugh like NO ONE else could and he'd light up and go 'give over' and he genuinely enjoyed my company#i KNOW HE DID. and i havent spoken to him in 3 years. he'll be dead soon#and i cant talk to my mum about it bc it's her DAD it is so much worse for her and i cant talk to my sister about it#bc she wasn't close with him like i was and she just shuts the conversation down and those are the only two people#who know my grandad and know what he meant to me so im just here like. he literally stopped speaking to me overnight#i stopped hearing from him i stopped meeting up with him im so so angry with him the love is still there i dont know where to put it now#why couldnt he stay. why did he pick her when she's a loveless void of inhumanity. why werent we enough#hella goes home#my grandparents on my dad's side are also not in the picture funnily enough but idgaf about them. she got that grandparentless swag
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Lmao on that post where the person is like "europeans need to admit they can suck too without joking about children dying in america" a bunch of people are like "yeah maybe i suck sometimes but americans shoot each other so ha ha!"
I think they think OP is an American but they aren't. They're from south asia so like. People directly harmed by ALL of our countries fucking meddling. And they're essentially saying "if you guys can't take a joke without laughing about the death of children how tf are you gonna confront the actual problems in your country"
And the answer all these europeans gave was "we won't". Like I'm not surprised bc we are all white people here (not seen a single poc pull this shit) and we all know how fucking defensive we get when faced with a single ounce of not being treated like the Perfect Specialest Winners. Americans do this ra ra usa shit all the time too. But I think their is a higher number of white americans who like. Pay attention to the effects of colonialism bc we have to face more people affected by it in our day to day (in general) than a swede who only remembered Syria existed starting like 2014. There are studies that simply being around more people different than you can make it easier to relate to them, so no one's surprised when a white American from a small town filled w only white people is ignorant or racist.
The only thing here is that same white person from a similarly diverse area in Northern Europe points and titters at the white American like "oh ho ho racism! Look at what those stupid americans are doing!" As if there aren't Romani people living in their own country them actively being discriminated against and losing their rights. As if there is no anti black racism in their community when they have a little blackface parade with the local blackface character.
And if you call them on it they're like "ha ha children are dying in your country!"
#krogans thoughts#idk i guess my thoughts are. when i learn about racism in europe im like damn they gotta work on it just like us#and uh white europeans just. dont learn about racism in the place they live#instead they get angry someone made a joke about their food (after centuries of them oppressing the world)#and immediately jump to 'well at least we dont have mass death! i think its funny when children die in ur country'#like i always want to respond to those with just pages of the vilest shit their country has done historically and is doing today.#bc it seems like theyre resting on their laurels (which they only got from profitting off of slavery and genocide too much)#but you cant. bc if you do you play into what they think is going on#they think its some little popularity contest with like the same importance as eurovision#something to get nationalistic over and complain about.#and they have a fundamental privilege of their children not regularly dying in mass shootings so to them its not real in the same way.#its just part of the nationalistic gamr#so if you try to take it srsly and be like 'true but you also have these problems the same way as we do'#they will just be like 'well racism is worse in the us' bc they are still thinking this is a fucking competition.#the northern europeans get to dictate this conversation the same way as usual. by refusing to engage in these things as they are#instead making it this fun lil nationalism game.#they never have to think about where their wealth comes from#which... is not unique. my southern us white grandma does the same thing all the time#but i think this is an interesting way to see it function.#the people who created the problems (racism imperialism colonialism) get to control the conversation about it entirely#and in new inventive ways like changing it into a fucking body count game where the one with the least can still be nationalistic#instead of just saying 'haha yeah my ancestors DIDNT use all the spice they stole from the world' they get it more serious#bring out child death. and if you respond in kind. well now we are all playing the body count game#and the european is still not owning up to the legacy they were given by their ancestors#no winning. just an endless squabble that treats anything srs as as important as whether or not u feed guests
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muttfangs · 1 year
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ok ive given up on finding a community within online games I play that wont irk the fuck out of me 24/7 lol i'm just gonna play the MMO’s I enjoy in smaller doses of time, and more than likely mute linkshell / guild chats on an as-needed basis I also noticed that like. the vast bulk (99.99%) of my irritating / unsavory / outright racist & queerphobic interactions with other players were by cis straight men lol gamers continue to be a plague, what else is new tbh
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catgirl-or-furry · 1 day
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Remembering that time a kid in my class wanted to be a streamer and streamed fortnite on YouTube to like 3 viewers tops and I watched him often because he asked for support and I was nice. Then one day he started trash-talking me on his stream.
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moonybemine · 23 days
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yall i made more hp sims today i might post an intro to some of them in the morning my mary sim is sooo cute😭
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I took a nap from 11am to 4pm today and then another nap from 10:30pm to midnight, and now it's 4am and I can't sleep because I've been sleeping all day (yes I'm concerned about how much I sleep and how little energy I have, but not enough to do anything about it) so I'm just reading and watching my rats do their little rat things, and I cleaned a lot and built a desk chair, but the desk chair isn't super ideal because I'm fat and the chair has armrests that dig into my thighs, but at least my room is getting better. Y'know when you clean your room and you feel like you can breathe better? That happened. And cleaning is kind of how I cope with anger and stress, so what I've been doing to inspire myself to clean is listen to a voicemail that my ex girlfriend left for me on my birthday, after we'd broken up, wishing me a happy birthday and apologizing for not keeping in touch, which makes me so angry because of how our relationship ended (it was a mutual breakup, a long time coming, but we were together for three years and she said she wanted to marry me but then when I told her I was moving she changed her mind and said she doesn't think she can see a future with me and she'll want to open the relationship after I move, even though she spent most of our relationship traveling. So she gets to fucking travel but when I want to move then she can't handle it. So I'm salty that I wasted three years. And after we broke up she fucked my best friend, which is a whole other thing that im upset about) so I listen to the voicemail when I want to clean because it makes me angry enough to want to take back control, which I do by cleaning. And luckily I have a lot of cleaning to do, because I moved in August and I've been slowly unpacking and getting my room set up but it's slow going. I have a lot of shit and I'm bad at making myself clean. And now it's past 4am and I'm still not tired so I'm gonna go back to reading. I can probably finish my book by the end of the day today because I'm halfway through my book and I've been really into reading lately. And I'm knitting a book blanket (different colors for the genre of book) so if I want to knit then I have to read books, which I love. I have such a long list of books to read, most of them queer because it was a resolution of mine to read more books, particularly queer books.
Anyway I just needed to say shit. So I said all of my shit here. Because I no longer have a girlfriend to talk to, and things are icy with my best friend after the whole fucking my ex girlfriend thing. So now all of you get to listen to my ranting. Or not. I just needed to get it out.
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valeskafics · 3 months
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"Treat You Better" - Darkish!Michael Gavey x Bimbo!Reader
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a/n: combined a request for dark!michael with bimbo reader and one for bully reader... i dont wanna write reader as a total bully tho so i hope you enjoy this nonnie 🩷
Summary: Michael's form of revenge against those who've wronged him comes in an... Interesting form.
TW: slight DUBCON, profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, afab reader, infidelity, oral f receiving, gaslighting, manipulating, michael's a little shit, p in v sex, cum eating, idk
Word Count: 3,900 words
Rating: 18+, MDNI
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Saltburn characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷
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You’re out of Michael’s league. He knows that. Hell, he’s not even sure the two of you are playing the same fucking game. But that doesn’t mean he has to stop admiring you, does it? You flounce past him, in that tight little mini skirt, looking gorgeous as always, your curves on full display, giving him a fleeting smile, one that you give to everyone. You’re just that sort of girl. Warm, bubbly, friendly. It makes his stomach twist in a way that isn’t entirely unpleasant, but all he manages to do is give you a small, almost imperceptible, nod in return. You lean over, that perky ass of yours in his field of vision as you reach for the book you’re looking for. He tries to ignore the way his mouth goes dry, the way his pants get noticeably tighter. Luckily, you’re wearing those pink earbuds of yours, humming along to some song. He thinks it’s by Cascada, but he’s not entirely sure. He doesn’t listen to that pop shit.
Michael watches as you saunter back to your table, where your usual group of friends sit, including your boyfriend Felix, Felix’s cousin Farleigh, Michael’s former friend of sorts Oliver, and some girl whose name he doesn’t quite remember. He thinks it might be Amber? Alicia? Well, it starts with an A, he thinks. He watches as you sit beside Felix, smiling at him dotingly, fawning over him and resting your head on his shoulder, only to be ignored while he chatters away with Oliver. Michael wonders how it’s possible for Felix to neglect such a gorgeous girl, who’s sitting right next to him, in favor of talking with that bootlicking cunt? He watches as you rest your hand on Felix’s thigh, only to have it moved back to your own as he continues talking to Oliver, a smug look on his former friend’s face.
He hates it, truth be told. Michael is nearly overwhelmed by the desire to protect you, to become your knight in shining armor. The way you stare at your boyfriend, with those wide doe eyes and that sad little pout just about breaks his heart. Granted, it’s got his cock hard as a rock as well, but he does still feel quite bad. You catch Michael’s gaze from across the library and give him a sweet smile, one that has him looking away almost immediately at being caught staring at you. Fuck, he was looking for too long. He tries to remain calm and composed, though thoughts of what he’d like to do to you if he got you alone are rushing through his head. Your smile is radiant, but by the time he looks back at you, you’re looking away, trying to get Felix’s attention once again.
He refuses to stand for this any longer. A sweet girl like you deserves better than what Felix gives you. And he’s going to make sure you get it, whether you want it or not.
From him.
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The next day in your chemistry lecture, Professor Brawn partners the students up for a project. Michael had already anticipated this, of course, and with no little amount of ass kissing, secured a position as your partner, while Felix was paired off with Oliver. You seem a bit dejected at first that Felix isn’t your partner, but then you shrug and walk over to Michael, that same sweet smile on your face. The denim mini skirt you wear hugs your hips so perfectly, that skimpy little tank top barely covering anything as you take a seat beside him.
“Hi, Michael, right? I think we’re partners.”
Your voice is so soft and sweet, even when you speak to him. Michael thinks if you speak even one more word, he might just lose his mind entirely. He looks away from you for a moment, catching his breath, before he nods, speech a bit stilted due to his nerves as he finally manages to respond.
“Hello. Yes, we’re partners for the report,” Michael replies stiffly, eyes darting back to you.
You extend your perfectly manicured hand, nails painted a pretty shade of baby pink, your Juicy Couture charm bracelet jingling in a way he’d find aggravating on anyone else, but with you, he finds it entirely adorable. As you lean forward, you give Michael quite the generous view of your cleavage, even if inadvertently so. He swallows thickly, staring at your tits for a moment before meeting your gaze again, noting the matching lip gloss you have on to pair with your nail polish. Your lips… So soft and full and kissable. And your hand feels so perfect in his own as he shakes it.
“So, since you’re the maths and science genius, I’ll follow your lead on this, yeah?” You chirp, crossing your legs and grabbing your notebook and a pen, “Just tell me what to do and I’ll get to it.”
Michael thinks he could nearly combust at the view of your inner thigh he’s getting. And your words derail his train of thought down a road that leads him to his bedroom, you lying beneath him, doing God knows what- Fuck, the way you said you’ll do what he tells you? Such a pretty submissive little thing. The two of you discuss the project for the rest of the class period and with every passing minute, Michael falls harder and harder for you. Sure, you’re a bit of an airhead, but as he explains things to you, you understand well enough. It seems you just struggle with the professor’s teaching style. And you’re so sweet, it makes him want nothing more than to kiss you. You, scribbling your notes in your Hello Kitty notebook with that pink gel pen. Fucking adorable.
When class ends, you turn to him and question, “Should we meet up to go over the report?”
He nods, a bit too eagerly, but you don’t seem to mind, “Sure, tomorrow evening work for you?”
You bite your lip, the sight of which sends Michael’s mind into overdrive. Though your words bring him crashing back to reality.
“I’m supposed to have a date with my boyfriend,” you explain, giving him an apologetic smile as you continue, “Y’see, he’s canceled the last few because he’s so busy. Could we maybe do tonight?”
He hates how sad you look when you mention Felix, but feels quite pleased at the fact that the two of you will be meeting sooner than later. He nods, setting seven o’clock as your meeting time, barely holding back the blush that threatens to cover his face when you hand him your tiny pink Razr phone, asking him to put his number in, then call himself so he has yours.
“Perfect, later, Michael!”
Michael watches as you rush after Felix, an acrid taste filling his mouth at the sight as you hang off of your boyfriend’s arm. Felix smiles at you, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek which you absolutely light up at, before returning to his conversation with Oliver and all but ignoring you.
You deserve better. And starting tonight, Michael’s going to get you to open your eyes to what a better option he would be than Felix.
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Studying with you is a fucking dream come true for Michael. The two of you, alone in the library, sitting beside each other as you work on the project. You giggle so softly at each of his jokes, smile at him so sweetly, that voice of yours like honey in his ears. He feels no little amount of regret when the librarian passes by, stating that it’s nearly closing time. He watches you glance at the clock, eyes going wide.
“Ooh, it’s late. Fancy going to the dining hall together? I’m starving and they’re serving Italian!”
He nods excitedly, following after you. As you enter the dining hall, he can feel all the curious eyes of your fellow students on the pair of you. Felix Catton’s girlfriend and the Norman No-Mates of the school. An odd pair, to be sure. But you simply continue walking and chatting with him as you grab your food - a plate of eggplant parmesan which you eye greedily, the glee on your face making Michael smile affectionately. You’re adorable.
You find a table, taking a seat opposite Michael and glancing at his plate, “Oooh, what did you get, Mikey?”
He flusters slightly at the nickname, but recovers quickly, clearing his throat, “Spag bol. I know, not too exciting, but it’s quite delicious. Yours looks incredible too.”
“Can I try a little?” You blurt out, surprising him when you look away bashfully, “You can say no. Felix gets a bit annoyed when I try to eat off his plate.”
Michael thinks he could just about die of happiness at the fact that you actually want to share food with him. He stares at that cute little mouth of yours, twirling some pasta around his fork before offering it to you. He wants to give you everything you ask for. And when you lean forward, your lips wrapping around his fork, a soft little moan escaping your mouth as you say how good his spag bol is… He’s terrified that he might just cum in his pants right then and there. The sight of you like this is like a drug to him, a natural aphrodisiac. He barely resists the urge to moan himself at the way you’re acting.
“Do you wanna try mine?” You offer, “It’s only fair!”
Well, really, he’d rather eat you up, but the eggplant parmesan will have to do. You cut off a piece, extending it to him on your fork, giggling.
“Say ‘aah’!”
He chuckles at how cute you’re being. You’re the perfect balance of innocent and provocative. You have him completely mesmerized. He takes a bite of your food, eyes going wide at how good it is, though his mind is primarily focused on how you’re watching him eat, with that excited little expression on your face, with those gentle, beautiful eyes.
“Delicious,” Michael compliments, “You have great taste.”
Not in men though, he has to admit. He notices a bit of pasta sauce at the corner of your mouth and, deciding to take a chance, he leans forward and brushes it off with his thumb, enjoying the fact that you don’t push him away. After you thank him and move to continue eating, he brings his thumb to his lips, licking his finger clean. It’s the closest he can get to kissing you at this point. The man will take what he can get.
You suggest sharing a plate of mozzarella sticks, which Michael immediately agrees to, not wanting the meal to end so quickly. You let out a squeal of delight, clapping your hands before rushing off to place the order. It’s like everything you do is intended to seduce him. Your curvy soft body, your innocent demeanor, those full lips. God, the way you bounce on your feet at the counter, rambling away to the cashier - fucking perfect.
When you return, he decides to set his plan into action.
“So, your boyfriend, Felix… Does he do anything for you?”
He wonders if he’s been too blunt, but you simply look at him and ask curiously, “How do you mean?”
“I mean does he treat you right?” Michael asks, innocently, as if he’s just a concerned friend.
“Oh, of course. Felix is the sweetest. He’s so busy, though, you know. Usually we barely even have time to watch a football game together, stuff like that.”
Michael arches a brow, leaning forward, “Well, let me ask you something. How often does he take you out on actual dates? Where you dress up and he takes you to get a nice meal or somewhere romantic?”
You think for a moment before answering, “We went to his cousin’s party a few weeks ago! I dressed up for that. Felix didn’t though. But that’s alright.”
He feels annoyed at the fact that you probably looked absolutely gorgeous at this party while Felix was probably too busy chatting with Oliver to pay you any attention. Wanker.
“I bet you looked beautiful,” Michael smiles.
You look at him, surprised, before giggling and turning away, “You’re sweet. Thank you, Mikey.”
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When Michael sees you again the next day, he’s already armed with a ton of ammo about Felix. Though it seems Felix is doing quite a good job himself of fucking things up with you after your lecture.
“But we’ve been planning this for a month-”
Felix sighs, resting his hands on your shoulders, “I’m sorry, babe, but Oliver really needs my help. I just can’t tonight. Rain check?”
You nod, your lower lip trembling slightly as you mumble, “Okay,” staring after him sadly as he walks away.
It’s the perfect time for Michael to step in, with his “nice guy” act. To comfort you. To convince you what a cunt Felix is. To show you he could treat you so much better than Felix could. Maybe it could be considered borderline psychopathic, the amount of time he spent scouring the internet for dirt on the guy, but he feels quite confident that with a bit of manipulation on his part, your obliviousness, and Felix’s stupidity, he has this in the bag. You see him approaching and quickly wipe your eyes.
“Oh, hi…”
“Are you alright?” Michael asks, barely holding back the smile that threatens to spread across his face, “I saw your boyfriend walk away and you looking upset. Just wanted to check in on you.”
“Everything’s fine,” you laugh awkwardly, waving off his concern before pausing, “Did you want to work on the report tonight? Felix’s friend really needs him so we had to cancel our date.”
Michael nods, resting his hand on your upper arm, his thumb tracing your bare skin, “I would love nothing more than to work on the report with you tonight.”
He knows he’s laying it on thick, but this plan? It’s going perfectly. You smile, suggesting that he comes to yours around eight. The thought of being at your place, alone with you, fills him with a nearly impossible amount of excitement. He thinks he could just about kiss Felix Catton for fucking things up with you so royally, thereby giving Michael a chance with you that he otherwise never would’ve had.
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When he arrives at your place, Michael knows tonight is going to be the night. Especially when you open the door, looking the way you do. A skimpy little tank top, a pair of pink jean shorts, the straps of your thong showing just above the waistline. Fuck, the way the bottom of your shorts cut into your thighs ever so slightly makes his mouth water. And the way you’re smiling at him, so innocently juxtaposed with that sexy little outfit of yours? He can’t wait any longer.
So, after some time of working on the project, sitting side by side on your bed, Michael decides to broach the subject in question. He needs to do it with subtlety, but he also needs to break the two of you up. This is going to be his revenge on every vapid cunt who ever picked on him back in secondary, on Felix for becoming mates with Oliver. And he’s going to get the most gorgeous girlfriend out of it. He just needs to play his cards right.
“You know, there’s something I’ve been thinking about lately.”
You look at Michael curiously, “Mhm?”
He puts on the most innocent expression of confusion he can before questioning, “Well, I’m just curious. Is there any reason in particular why you and Felix aren’t listed as being in a relationship on MySpace?”
Your expression turns confused as you furrow your brow, “I have myself listed as in a relationship…”
“Well, Felix doesn’t.”
Those pink glossy lips form a pout as you question, “H-he doesn’t?”
Michael feigns sympathy, resting a hand on your bare thigh, “No, he doesn’t. He has himself listed as single. Doesn’t even have any photos with you on his profile at all.”
You frown slightly, “Oh, um, well he does say he doesn’t go on MySpace that much…”
“Kind of weird that he’s able to go on it to change his profile picture to one with Oliver but won’t take the additional five minutes to update his relationship status,” Michael says, his tone just condescending enough that you don’t pick up on it, “I mean, isn’t being in a relationship with you something that he should be proud of?”
You bite your lip, remaining silent for a long moment before turning to Michael, your eyes slightly watery as you ask, “Why wouldn’t he update it?”
Michael sees the wounded expression on your face. He has you right where he wants you. Now all he has to do is hammer the final nail into the coffin of your and Felix’s relationship.
“I think he’s either hiding that he’s in a relationship with you or doesn’t want to associate himself with you. I mean, the Cattons are quite rich after all…”
You meet his gaze, remarking quietly, “We’ve been together for six months and I still haven’t met his mum…”
“I think that’s a big problem,” Michael replies, “I mean, you don’t think he’s embarrassed of you since he’s well off, right?” You freeze. And Michael knows he’s done it. He’s played on every insecurity you have in your relationship with your boyfriend, “You should never feel like you’re less than someone else because you didn’t grow up with a silver spoon in your mouth.”
You nod slowly, looking at Michael, “You’re a really good friend, Michael. Thank you.”
Michael smirks slightly, “Anytime for you. A pretty girl like you needs to hear those things.”
And with the way your eyes light up, the way you bite your lip and look away from him, giggling, “You think I’m pretty?”
He has you, hook, line, and sinker.
“Of course I think you’re pretty. You’re more than that. You’re gorgeous.”
You cover your face with your hands, looking absolutely adorable as you protest, “Stop, you’re too sweet.”
He chuckles, grabbing your wrists, pulling them away gently as you eat up every one of his compliments, “No, I won’t stop, because it’s the truth. You are beyond gorgeous.”
Michael is surprised when you reply, your voice barely above a whisper, “You’re really cute, ya know? I don’t know why more girls don’t see it.”
Your back is to your door, so Michael pulls you into his arms, embracing you, resting a hand on your lower back just as Felix enters the room. It’s too perfect. Felix clears his throat, looking between the two of you surprised as you pull away from Michael, glancing between them. Michael, however, moves to sit in front of you, as if he’s your protector.
“Babe? What’re you doing here?” You ask, “I thought you were helping Oliver with something?”
“We’re back,” Oliver says, poking out from behind him, “Are you two shagging or something?”
Your jaw drops, “Excuse me?!”
At that moment, Michael knows it was the right decision to get Oliver to help him. He wanted Felix to himself, while Michael wanted you. It worked perfectly. And as Oliver fans the flames of your and Felix’s argument, Michael sits back, content to watch the break up as it plays out in front of him in real time, no small degree of satisfaction coming to him when you take off the Tiffany & Co necklace Felix gave to you a few months back.
The moment the two of them leave your dorm, you bury your face in Michael’s chest, mumbling, “He’s such a jerk!”
Michael wraps his arms around you, rubbing your back, whispering soothingly, “You deserve better. You deserve to be treated like a princess. To have someone who worships the ground you walk on.” He tilts your chin up so that you’re gazing into his eyes, “I can be that for you.”
Before you can even think to protest, Michael’s lips find your own. It’s by no means an elegant first kiss, but it certainly has you hooked. Michael’s mouth is hungry and hot against yours, his hands palming at your tits, sliding up under your tank top, pinching your nipples and feeling them pebble between his fingers. You whine quietly, saying that you shouldn’t be doing this. That you just broke up with your boyfriend, but Michael just silences you with another searing kiss, pulling you onto his lap, grinding himself against you. The friction from your clothed pussy against his cock sends him reeling, the sight of you biting down on your bottom lip, those pretty tits bouncing…
He pulls you off of him, pinning you down on the bed. Michael makes quick work of your tiny little shorts, admiring the pink thong you have on underneath. Michael pushes your knees apart, glasses fogging up as he breathes heavily, pressing his face against the fabric of your underwear, mouthing at you. You whimper softly, your hips canting against his eager mouth. Michael presses his tongue against your pussy over your thong, continuing to tease you before he finally pushes the damn thing aside and buries his tongue inside of you. He can’t get enough of the way you writhe against him, panting his name as he fucks you with his tongue, hands keeping your thighs spread so he can devour you. This is everything Michael has ever wanted, you, quivering beneath him as he brings you closer and closer to your climax, a thin sheen of sweat covering your body as you scream out his name in ecstasy.
Before you can even begin to recover, he’s sliding off his pants to free his cock, tossing his shirt aside and burying himself inside of you. Any noise of protest is swallowed by his lips as he presses them to yours, rutting his hips against you desperately, filling you to the hilt with every thrust. You’re so fucking wet, so tight around his cock, it almost feels like he’s splitting you open. And the way you wrap your legs around him, letting him fuck into you deeper and deeper, the fat head of his cock slamming against your sweet spot with every thrust, he knows he isn’t going to last long. Michael lets out a low groan as he cums inside of you. But, he isn’t going to be selfish with his little princess. He buries his tongue inside you once more, smirking as he eats his cum out of your tight little pussy. He knows Felix will be back any moment, per his and Oliver’s plan, and that seeing you, with Michael’s face between your thighs, hearing your wanton moans of his name will stop any plans of reconciliation.
He should feel guilty, but he can’t bring himself to. Not when you beg him for more in that sweet voice of yours, not when he presses his thumb to your clit, rubbing furiously, triggering your next orgasm, not when he tastes you on his tongue. Not when he holds your trembling body in his arms, his cock already growing hard at the mere sensation of having tasted you again.
Michael’s going to treat you better than Felix ever did.
And unlike Felix?
He has no intention of letting you go.
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mintedaisies · 1 year
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woah long tags
#its very hard to imagine myself being wanted#people compliment me and my first thought is that theyre joking or playing around or just being nice/polite#i dont see how anybody finds me attractive#to him i wasnt worth it. i wasnt good enough at anything#he wouldnt hold my hand. refused to kiss me bc ‘your lips are too wet’#wouldnt let me take him on dates and when he did it was miserable the entire time#he was miserable. he made ME miserable.#would tell me to my face that my hrt wasnt working#would make fun of my interests#berate me for forgetting things even tho hes known from day one that i have memory problems#tried to shit talk me for said memory issues to my best friend#he’d turn up the radio in the car when i would start singing - not to jam but to cover up my voice#he would learn the songs that I really liked singing and would skip them immediately#he only ever jokingly complimented me#i don’t understand#what did i do to deserve that#why did you treat me like that?#and now thanks to you + previous issues I literally feel so unlovable#thats another reason im holding off on relationships rn#i feel like its not possible to love me#where the mint grows#i just want to be adored and appreciated and shown that im loved#i want to be something to someone and not have to worry when the other shoe is going to drop#tbd#honestly i hope that you miss the way i treated you#i hope you miss how good i was to you#ive had several other people tell me that i was damn near a perfect partner and that i threw my whole heart and soul into that relationship#i hope you regret it and that it lives with you for the rest of your life. i hope it eats you alive.#vents
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jeonghan being a menace to his gf, pls pls pls I'm on my knees 🛐🛐🛐
18+ / mdi
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content: softdom!jeonghan, established relationship, sub reader, jeonghan's a little shit basically, smut, fingering, edging, afab reader, penetrative sex, etc.
wc: 1346
a/n: thank u sm for requesting this! this is my favorite subject
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"h-hannie ... please ..."
"shh, angel. it's okay"
"no, please ... please!"
"i said quiet, baby. dont make me repeat myself," he tsk'd at you, continuing the slow movements of his fingers against your clit.
it had now been over an hour since your boyfriend had decided to make your life hell. for someone who got called an angel by the masses, he could be very mean. specially to you.
you had been completely unsuspecting, simply having woken up next to your boyfriend a bit over an hour ago. as soon as you'd woken up, you had felt a mass against you, which you quickly deduced to be your boyfriend pressed up against you. you couldn't help yourself. you knew he'd punish you for it, but you were half-asleep and you weren't thinking right, so you began to grind your ass against him. it was a not really innocent act. you hadn't meant much by it other than to further feel him against you. but jeonghan didn't take it that way.
jeonghan had woken up, the heat of your almost bare lower half grinding against him. in the morning of all times, when he felt the most sensitive. he had felt like you were teasing him, which was strictly not allowed. he was the only one with that privilege in the relationship. you had both acknowledged it to be unfair, but neither of you minded, enjoying what came attached to your dynamic.
he gave you a few minutes to have your fun, drinking in your mewls of pleasure as you felt him harden even more against you. but soon enough he had had his fill, now wanting more. with all his strength, he wrapped his arms around you, halting your movements as he crept closer to your ear, breathing against it before speaking up.
"gonna be bad today, baby? didn't even try to be good at all, huh?," that was when he trapped you, twisting you to his liking and making you face him as he snuck his fingers down, down, oh, right there.
you immediately whined at his actions. he knew exactly how to move and how much pressure to apply to your most sensitive areas. he began by drawing soft circles on your clit, making you hold onto his arm as you begged him to touch you properly.
"i'm touching you properly. are you saying i don't know how to touch you, angel? should i stop?"
"no!," you'd cried. you'd take whatever he gave you, no matter if it was so little.
that's how you ended up in your current predicament. on hour later, in the same spot, with no proper pleasure to show for your worn out state. he had been toying with your sensitive bud for a whole hour, occasionally allowing his fingers inside you before pulling them out right before you reached your end. he took you all the way to the gates of heaven just to pull you back under before you could go all the way up. he was cruel, like that. his other hand occupied itself on your tits, softly rubbing at your nipples as you threw your head back. there was nothing you wanted mote than for him to use his fingers to their full potential; pulling at your nipples with one hand while the other scissored in and out of you. but this was jeonghan you were talking about. he needed to make a torturous show out of it.
"hannie ... please. i'm begging you! wa-want -oh!"
he had finally decided to take some mercy on you, moving his fingers at a speed he hadn't reached since he first started touching you. you wanted to whine and beg for more, but you knew it was dangerous territory. one wrong move and jeonghan would take it all away.
he must have read your mind, as the next thing he said pertained to your sudden silence (sans a few muffled mewls), "what? not gonna make noise for me, angel? nothing for me? what do i get out of playing with this pretty pussy if i can't even hear my angel cry for me?," he was about to stop, just when you went on a limb and grabbed onto his wrist, using all your strength from preventing his fingers from leaving you.
"oh? my baby's gonna be bad? okay, angel. i'll allow it. already misbehaved so much today anyway. you must want it really bad, huh?"
you nodded frantically as his face neared yours, breath against your mouth as he looked down to you.
"god. my gorgeous angel. you're so beautiful. did you know? huh? have any idea what a pretty thing you are?"
he knew his words did nothing but drive you closer to the edge, only making your cries for him louder as you were at the brink of it.
"that's it, angel. cum for me. let me see that pretty face you make- ah! that's the one. so pretty," he mockingly gasped at your orgasmic expression, bringing up his hand from playing with your tit to wipe at a lone tear escaping your eye.
he gave you a few seconds to catch your breath before he began to crawl over you, yanking off your soaked panties as he pulled his own sweats just below his ass. he grabbed his cock, rubbing it a bit before grabbing at the end of it and positioning just against your cunt. then he got even meaner.
with his angry tip, he rubbed his cock against the your swollen clit, drawing light circles on it as you gasped and writhed at the feeling. the filthiness of the act made your eyes roll back, loving the feeling of his hard length rubbing against your abused clit. you had been sensitive for over an hour, only gaining even more sensitivity after the intensely awaited orgasm he had just given you. the feeling of his cock giving you such light stimulation made you throw your head back.
"oh, angel. you're so sensitive for me, aren't you? my beautiful angel. just a simple touch and you're already in the clouds, huh, angel? love how responsive you are."
he must've gotten frustrated a few moments later, deciding to plunge in with no warning. the sudden intrusion made you gasp, digging your hands on his back as he began to fuck you at a fast pace, leaving behind the softness of his previous touches.
"gonna make you cum, okay angel? need you to strangle my dick with that pretty cunt, yeah? gonna fill you up."
he knew there was nothing you loved more than when he came inside you. he was just as addicted to the feeling, but would sometimes go as far as depriving you of it just to tease you. he always put his ability to make you beg for him over his own pleasure. he thrived off of your cries for him.
"hannie! please! come in me. need y-you to! please .."
"it doesn't seem like i'll have an option either way, angel. you're squeezing me too tight. can't even m-move anymore," he panted against you, increasing his pace by the second. he was on the verge, as were you.
only a few moments later and he was filling you up, with your own orgasm following close. once you had caught your breaths, jeonghan finally lowered his face down to yours, kissing softly into your mouth. except it never stopped just there. jeonghan knew how obsessed with kissing him you were, so he always had to pull at all stops. there was nothing he loved more than your cries for him, after all.
he sensually licked into your mouth, instructing you to stick out your tongue for him. his tongue took yours, licking and sucking at it in such a nasty way that had your eyes rolling back. he pulled away soon after, chuckling against your mouth at the way your lips followed after his.
"gotta stop rewarding you for being bad. i'm creating a brat," he knew it wasn't true, but he simply just lived to tease you.
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Eidetic Memory Be Damned -Spencer Reid
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•Pairing - Spencer Reid x FemFBIAgent!Reader
•Rating - 18+, Minors DNI - Smut - NSFW!!!
•Summary/Prompt - Spencer is tired of only having the memory of you to enjoy during his spicy times , so he just has to intrude into your hotel room after a case is finished…
•Warnings/Content - p in the v unprotected (hey kids- DONT DO IT) ; cursing ; Spence loves to beg to nut in you and does so ; creampie ; some pain play? (just a lil hand on the throat dealio and some hair pulling) ; LOTS of praise on both sides (good boy, pretty girl, etc) ; very mf horny lol ; (basically they do just about everything from first base to last bestie slay)
•Word Count - 3.3k
•Authorʼs Note(s) - Iʼm so mf rusty at writing smut so this is probs not the best, I just wanted to write some Spencer spice cause I had a spicy dream about him lmao RIP >_< Also this'll be my first official post of my writing on Tumblr slayyyyy
•Additional Tags - Switch!Spencer , Switch!Reader , Spencer is a needy brat LMAO , Team has ‘no ideaʼ you two are hooking up (Be so mf fr they do) , Good aftercare is so valid , Spencer loves being cuffed and teased muahaha
As much as this last case had taken out of me, I was more than happy to get to spend some time in my hotel room while the jet refueled and everyone got their bearings. Itʼs not home - far from it, Iʼd been missing my own bed for the majority of our time here in whatever state it was now - but at least it was something.
But of course, the reprieve wouldnʼt last long - a sharp knock on my door confirmed that, about 20 minutes after Iʼd laid down to sleep.
“What…ˮ I groan, frustratedly looking over at the clock.
The knock, again, more persistent this time. And I recognize its pattern now, three short tap-taps. Spencer.
My heartbeat, despite my minor annoyance at being woken up, is hammering now. Spencer seems to do that to me, from the moment Iʼd realized I have feelings for him, carrying into whatever it is that we are now. Secret trysts that Iʼm sure are no secret to our team members, especially Garcia, because sheʼd pried it out of me almost immediately and now waits in her dark little room with nothing else but excitement for the latest updates on us, it seems.
“Are you awake?ˮ A gentle but still much-too-loud voice asks.
I tumble out of bed, rushing to the door. I donʼt even have time to make sure I look okay - Iʼm much too worried about anyone else hearing him. The door is unlocked and pulled open in record time, a stunned lanky man quickly and semi-quietly forced inside.
“Spence, someoneʼs gonna hear you if you keep on like that.ˮ I chastise him, shutting and locking the door behind us. No sooner have I done so, than his lithe form overtakes me, nestling into the crook of my neck with a groan that seems both relieved and not relieved at all.
“Donʼt care,ˮ He pushes me back, until my legs meet the mattress and fold. Quickly following on top of me, he sighs, “Been too long. I miss you. You know I have an eidetic memory, yeah? Doesnʼt mean shit when Iʼm up late and even thoughts of you arenʼt enough to keep me satiated.ˮ
“Someoneʼs gonna-ˮ Hear, I want to say. He knows, of course he does. And Iʼm only half-complaining, with his lips at my neck and his leg sneaking up between mine the way he also knows.
“Donʼt care.ˮ He repeats, the low moan at the back of his throat breaking through into the silent room. “I told you I miss you. Should I tell you about what I use my memory for? And just how much that hasnʼt been enough lately? Or should I show you?ˮ
Itʼs clearly a rhetorical question, but still, he seeks the permission I am more than happy to grant.
“Tell me. Uh, show me. I mean-ˮ
“I can do both,ˮ Even in the dark, I know heʼs got that matter of fact smirk on his lips. He reaches down, holding me by the hip with one hand while the other slips into my pajamas, a practiced motion heʼs all too good at by now. “Usually this is what I remember first. The way your skin feels, how nice it is to make you tremble beneath my touch.ˮ
I buck up, and he chuckles.
“All too eager, arenʼt you? Clearly youʼve been thinking about it too, huh, pretty girl?ˮ A pointed question he knows Iʼll struggle to answer, with his hand and his voice torturing me so.
“No eid- identical- uh, no memory recall whatever for me.ˮ
“Still wouldnʼt satiate, I bet.ˮ He remarks, casually rubbing circles and patterns over my panties. This is how he operates, surely and with no warning. A gentle but firm kiss to my jaw, and he continues, “Itʼs like that for me, at least. I know no amount of recalling how you feel under me will be enough to match just how nice it is.ˮ
Heʼs right, and of course he is; I can barely handle the teasing, the tone his voice has taken in this short amount of time. And I currently dont care if weʼre heard, either.
“Spence-ˮ
“What is it, sweetheart? Too much for you? Not enough?ˮ
“Please?ˮ
“Words, honey. Youʼve gotta use your words. Or you can show me, Iʼm okay withthat too.ˮ He guides my hand down to his.
“More.ˮ I plead, working to undress myself before his hands take over.
“You only have to ask.ˮ
True to his word, Spencer pulls the fabric away, no longer allowing it to be a block between us. Itʼs lost somewhere in the sheets as he kisses me, his practiced hands no longer in the mood to tease. He slips a finger in, and when I let out a keening whine, another, his free hand going automatically to my mouth.
“Now as much as I say I donʼt care, youʼve gotta be a little quiet for me,ˮ He goads, knowing this will only make it harder for me to do so. His breath is hot in my ear, his fingers working a motion thatʼs both breaking pent up weeks old frustration, and yet causing more tension in my belly. “Much as I love your voice. Your sounds. The-ˮ
I rut up against him, my lips opening around his thumb. He works it into my mouth, his voice lowering even further.
“Cmon, show me how much you missed me, huh, princess?ˮ
I moan, words lost in my mind as it spins. Every tug of his fingers between my thighs is building a high Iʼm chasing, and when I get to this point, Iʼm not talking - he is. And he knows it, knows the right words to say to build and break me.
“This is what Iʼm after, this is what I canʼt just remember. Because itʼs all too much to remember how good it feels to destroy you.ˮ
Please, please. I canʼt hold off much longer.
“Now are you gonna cum for me, sweetheart?ˮ
I nod, lips opening and letting his hand free from my mouth as my breaths grow heavy. “Canʼt - Please, Spence, please-ˮ
He presses me further into the mattress, murmuring sweet and dirty nothings into my ear as the dam breaks and I ride my high. Iʼm far too sensitive following, and when I try to push him away for a moment, allow myself to collect some sort of reprieve before we continue, he chuckles lowly.
“See, I can recall that clear as day. But itʼs so much sweeter to have it happening in front of me, you know?ˮ He nestles in beside me, turning me to face him.
Nigh immediately, Iʼm reaching for his belt buckle. Of course he wouldnʼt have changed into comfortable clothes, not even this late- Iʼm sure this was his plan all along, and he tried to fight it as long as he could.
“Someoneʼs eager.ˮ He quips, the smirk growing.
“Youʼve got me thinking about it,ˮ I sigh, letting him maneuver himself out of the constricting clothing. “Coming over and getting me all hot and bothered. I really ought to…ˮ
“Ought to what?ˮ He goads, pulling me onto him with a low noise as we brush together. “Hmm? Are you gonna say…you ought to punish me?ˮ
I nod, rubbing back against him. He lets out a moan, hands gripping my hips tighter.
“I remember how that feels,ˮ He pulls me closer, voice dropping. “But for your sake, maybe you should refresh me.ˮ
When he reaches for me again, I pull back, pinning his hands down above his head. I know he could get out of it if he really wanted to - Iʼm strong, but not stronger than him - but he most certainly doesnʼt want to get out of it. And Iʼm enjoying it far too much to stop myself now.
“Whatʼre you gonna do, cuff me?ˮ He snaps, the bratty attitude far too practiced and already making me a soaking mess.
“I might.ˮ I reach for my pair, knowing all too well that heʼll absolutely lose it once I let go on him. I can hardly stand the anticipation. “Scared, Reid?ˮ
“Terrified. Please, donʼt. Iʼve been a good boy, I swear.ˮ
I push him back while he pleads, tightening the metal around his wrists. The look on his face, muffled as it is by the darkness of the room, is more than enough to spur me on.
“Not thinking about this at all, huh?ˮ I shed my top, if only for the knowledge that his inability to reach for my breasts drives him utterly insane. “And Iʼm sure you havenʼt spent many late nights with the memory of me riding you, have you? Havenʼt had your hands on that pretty cock of yours, thinking about how it feels when itʼs me, yeah?ˮ
“N-Not at all.ˮ
“Itʼs a shame, then.ˮ I tease, feeling him harden beneath me with every word. “Iʼll have to make you confess, I suppose.ˮ
His eyes follow my every move as I back up, slotting between his legs and bending down to kiss along his hips.
“Youʼll never get it out of me.ˮ He groans.
“Is that a promise or a challenge?ˮ I ask, not breaking eye contact as I place a kiss on his sensitive head.
“Challenge? Would I…challenge you?ˮ He still holds onto a moment of sanity, until I take him in my mouth, and itʼs lost with a sigh of, “Oh, would I.ˮ
I bob my head, my practiced motions coming in handy now. The usually-full-of- remarks Spencer Reid folds under my touch, soft deep moans and babble of confessions and wish I could pull your hair passing his lips while I work him out.
After a few moments of this, I let him free - at least from the torture of my lips.
“Where are you going? Please, I wanna cum for you, Iʼll tell you everything I did while I couldnʼt stand to wait for you.ˮ He keens.
“Oh, Iʼm far from done with you, Spence.ˮ I slowly, agonizingly slowly, climb back on top of him, making sure to back right up against him as he tightens against the cuffs. “Donʼt you worry, Iʼll have every measly confession pouring from you. You know I will.ˮ
“Please, let me out- Gotta touch you, I just gotta-ˮ
“Shh, be good for me, wonʼt you?ˮ I lift myself over his face, pressing my folds to his lips. “Unless you wanna stay in those forever.ˮ
He shakes his head, vibrating a ‘noʼ against me.
“Good. Now youʼre gonna pay your dues and clean up the mess youʼve made.ˮ
Eagerly, he laps at me like heʼs never had it before. His utter submissiveness overwhelms him, letting me ride his face to my hearts content. Words are muffled and entirely lost in it, and I know by now that the sounds Iʼm making alone will be heard, but I donʼt really care. Iʼm too far gone in how good it feels to finally have him making me cum again.
“Can I touch you now?ˮ
I slide back onto him, teasingly letting myself rest with just the edge of him pressing into my folds.
“Can you?ˮ I look pointedly at his wrists.
“I-oh, my god, clearly not, but-ˮ
“How about this?ˮ I amend. “You give me a confession, you get a reward. Sound fair?ˮ
“Yeah, sounds just fine. I couldnʼt get off without coming here, you realize that, donʼt you? Youʼre the only thing that gets me off anymo-Oh-ˮ His confession is cut short as I slide him a bit further in, just enough to spur him further. “I mean, I get off, donʼt get me wrong here. But nothing feels as good as when itʼs with you. Nothing.ˮ
“Keep going, youʼre doing good.ˮ I praise, sinking a bit deeper.
“Goddamn you feel so good.ˮ He moans. “Like, my hands canʼt even come close to this, are you kidding? I can try all I want, and believe me, I have - Oh, my god, please donʼt stop - Iʼve been trying all the time, I admit that, canʼt hardly stand being around you and not being able to just fuck you whenever I want.ˮ
I push down further, the stretch he gives me loosing my own moan. “How much do you wanna fuck me, Spence? Tell me, please.ˮ
“God, all the time. Itʼs all I can think about when I get down to it - baby, can I please touch you now?ˮ
“Punishment is a bitch, isnʼt it, Reid?ˮ I smirk, starting to push him in and out of me, slowly and with a devious grin that falters at just how damn good it is.
“Baby, Iʼm gonna get outta these and fuck you so good-ˮ
“Try it.ˮ I raise an eyebrow, stopping my motions.
“Oh- No, Iʼm sorry, please donʼt stop. Iʼll be good, I promise.ˮ
“Yeah, you will.ˮ I drop as far as I can take him, savoring the stuttered animalistic groan he lets out as I press down onto him, pulling his hair and moving my hips around him. As he is want to do, heʼs thrusting up into me, even if heʼs unable to reach me with his hands held up as they are. “Eager, sweet boy. Iʼm gonna ruin you.ˮ
And ruin him, I do. The tension and heat in my belly rides and breaks several times, with him unable to form real words except for the continuous begging of please donʼt stop repeated on a loop until I feel Iʼm satisfied with his demeanor.
Once Iʼve tortured him enough, I reach for the cuffs, ready to let him off the leash - knowing that once I do, the balance will shift. Truthfully, Iʼm just eager to let him be true to his word and fuck me like heʼs been dying to.
“You donʼt need any more confessions from me, then?ˮ He huffs, sweat slicked across his brow from the effort of holding back - though heʼs not really done so, has he?
“One last one, I suppose.ˮ I pull off of him, and the pout he gives nearly makes me sit right back down on him again.
“Alright, Iʼll be good and honest with you, then.ˮ He continues while I set to unlocking the cuffs, “You know the other day, just after we got the final piece of evidence put together?ˮ
I nod.
ˮI was so psyched, I couldʼve taken you right there. I donʼt care that everyone would have known, would have seen. Itʼs just something you do to me.ˮ He finishes, his tone light. Oh boy, Iʼm about to get railed. “I love you. And now Iʼm gonna fuck you like Iʼve been wanting to for weeks.ˮ
No sooner is he free, tearing off the shirt he was wearing and looming over me with the hungriest of looks at my body before pressing himself into me. No wait, no teasing - heʼs not got the control for it, clearly, and Iʼm not complaining one bit.
“Next time, you get the cuffs, pretty girl.ˮ He promises, his hands all over my body now that he can manage it. Hard, precise thrusts, his voice heavy and fucked-out.
“And Iʼll show you just what Iʼve been wanting to do that Iʼm gonna savor in my mind after.ˮ
My nails are leaving deep trails in his back, surely leading to marks that would raise questions if anyone else saw. Heʼs so far in me, almost bottomed out, and itʼs almost too much and yet not enough all at once. I pull him closer, and his hand tangles in my hair while the other clasps around my throat.
“Youʼre all mine.ˮ Spencer growls - truly, thereʼs not other word for it, the purely animal drive taking him to a world where itʼs just us, just this. And Iʼm there too, crying out with the ecstasy his body causes my own.
“All yours.ˮ
“Thatʼs right, pretty girl. Say it for me, I wanna hear you say it.ˮ
“Iʼm all yours, Spence- oh, my god-ˮ
“Good, thatʼs good. My pretty girl. Youʼre so tight, you feel so good wrapped around me, donʼt you? God, what a sight.ˮ Here he is, in his rambles now, and I can hardly contain how close I am. “Wanna tell everyone this is mine. Iʼm the only one that gets to have you, gets to fuck you like this. See you break for me. Only me.ˮ
“Only you, Spence, only you-ˮ
“Cʼmon, I know youʼre close, I can feel it. You get so much tighter, god, if itʼs even possible-ˮ
“Spencer-ˮ
“Thatʼs my girl, cum for me.ˮ
“Donʼt stop-ˮ I can feel the cord in me ready to snap, chasing my most intense orgasm of the night with his words and the feeling of him slamming so deep inside me. “More, Spence, you can give me more-ˮ
“Sweet girl, of course, I know you can handle it.ˮ He pushes himself fully in, my breath catching at the slight pain, yet itʼs still so good, I canʼt stop it, I donʼt want to. “Want me to fuck you so good with all of me, donʼt you?ˮ
I nod against his grasp, and he loosens it a bit, kissing me fervently.
“Please, please cum for me, I wanna feel you all over me, beautiful.ˮ He reaches down, his thumb rubbing circles on my clit. Itʼs the last thing I need to send me over that edge, and I cry out, his name slipping past my lips unwarranted. “Oh, baby, love how you say my name. Like itʼs a prayer, like Iʼm a god.ˮ
“Donʼt stop, Spence-ˮ
“Iʼm close, baby- Oh, I wanna cum in you-ˮ
Another orgasm follows near immediately after this one, and Iʼm grasping at him while heʼs chasing his own, his hands fumbling and his thrusts getting sloppy. He grips the sheets, his breaths stunted.
“Cum in me, please-ˮ
“Iʼm gonna, god, Iʼm so fuckinʼ close-ˮ He tightens around me, muscles shaking as he lets loose, and now itʼs his turn to moan my name a lot louder than he should while he cums. Heʼs so pretty when he does, too - the crease that works between his brows, the round pucker to his lips. Partly through, he kisses me, hard. And when heʼs done, his grip loosens, falling slack on top of me with a contented sigh.
A few moments pass where he just holds me, peppering soft kisses across my face and telling me you did such a good job, baby. Then, he pops up with a smile and comes back with water and a towel, cleaning up after himself.
“Satisfied?ˮ I chuckle, slowly pulling my clothes back on.
“Almost.ˮ He dips his head down, capturing a nipple in his mouth for a few moments. I groan, overstimulated, but still too happy to appease him. “Now, Iʼm satisfied. Iʼm staying in here, okay? Donʼt care if someone sees at this point.ˮ
“Spence?ˮ
“Mmhm?ˮ
“I love you, too.ˮ
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hella1975 · 2 years
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dude congratulations on telling ur mom about fanfic!! it was super brave of u and i'm glad she reacted well :) ur so cool xx
i HATE myself i was immediately like 'this is sarcastic' no bitch you have trust issues anywayyyyyyy thank you bestie!!! she however immediately dobbed me in it by bringing it up in front of my very judgemental sister yesterday like 'what was that thing you said [my name]? fan fiction?' and my sister went 'oh yeah?' but held eye contact with me the WHOLE TIME
#im actually really annoyed about it? like i SAID to my mum 'dont tell [sister's name]' bc she'll assume fanfic is something i Partake in#and she's of the generation that judges that shit#like i SAID to my mum 'you genuinely just dont get it like of course YOU think it sounds cool bc you only know it as a concept'#like she couldn't get her head around it when i said people are really really mean about this kind of thing#but still she agreed not to bring it up and then?? immediately did???#and she does this ALL THE TIME like i tell her not to tell my sister shit and she says she wont#and then she does???#bc her attitude is 'i hate when we have secrets' okay but also sometimes it's just not your place to say shit??#like when i came out to her i made it VERY clear that it was MY choice to tell me sister if and when i wanted to#and i was and still am not in a place where im willing to do that#and like a WEEK after i came out to my mum she - IN FRONT OF MY SISTER - looked me in the eye upon a convo#we were having about gay people and went 'are you bisexual then?' and i had to LIE and say no which is obviously such an awful feeling#and she just played dumb??????????#AND AND AND this whole thing ive got atm with the therapist and my ~exam anxiety~ i hadn't told my sister about#bc i just didnt want to talk about it bc i know it's a toxic mindset to have but im still in a place#where im really embarrassed about it all#AND MY MUM TOLD MY SISTER?!?!?! it's all just so fucking annoying but if i stopped telling her shit she would hit the ROOF#anyway sorry to derail your positive ask anon i dont regret telling my mum about fic she just keeps ignoring my requests for privacy lol#ask
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thewritingofamadwoman · 4 months
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Billy’s Girl
Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Cheerleader!Reader (reader’s last name is Emmerson; no reason, just cuz)
Warning: Fluff, making out, Billy realizing he’s in love, and Jason Carver being the dick that he is.
Enjoy & let me know what you think! 💙
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“Dude look at Emmerson, she looks fucking hot in that cheerleading outfit.”
“Nah man have you seen Chrissy? She looks amazing.”
“Yeah but have you seen that skirt on Emmerson? If she jumps a little higher, I’ll be able to..”
“Finish that fucking sentence Carver, and the only thing you’ll be able to do is drink your lunch through a fucking straw.”
Billy Hargrove turned around from his seat on the bleachers to glare at the boy seated directly behind him, who was objectifying his girlfriend. Now, dont get it twisted. No one loves cat calling more than Billy Hargrove. But now that he’s a taken man things have changed. He only had heart eyes for his girl. Little Ms Emmerson was one of the first people he met in this shitty, bumble fuck town when he first moved here with his fucked up family. She was beautiful, kind, and sweet, the love of his life. She was the light to Billy’s darkness. He promised her and himself that he would protect her at all costs. And he intended to keep that promise.
Jason Carver visibly gulped at Billy’s threat, knowing that the Hargrove boy wasn’t kidding. Billy’s glare deepened and it his nose flared, almost like a bull ready to charge.
“Sorry Hargrove, didn’t see you there. Just meant to say that your girl is gorgeous.” Jason said, attempting to calm the situation.
Calling her gorgeous? Strike two.
“Yeah I know she’s fucking gorgeous Carver, I’ve got eyes. Just keep your fucking eyes on your own girlfriend and shut your fucking mouth,” and with that, Billy turned back around, eyes back on his girl as she practiced with the rest of her team.
As if feeling his gaze on her, she turned and found Billy’s eyes immediately. She smiled wide and blew him a kiss before getting into the next routine formation. Billy pretended to catch the floating kiss and brought it to his heart. One of the girls around her whispered something and Billy watched as his girl smiled and blushed, the girls around her obviously teasing her about her their relationship. Her bright eyes found his again and Billy’s swore that in that moment, he’d never felt a love stronger than that. His heart tightened in his chest and he felt like he could explode with pride.
Practice ended an hour later and Billy found himself outside, leaning on his Camaro and patiently waiting on his girl. With anyone else, Billy would have driven off, angry at having looked like a fool for waiting an hour for someone. But for his girl? Billy would wait until the end of time. The gym doors opened and the sound of a gaggle of girls made its way to Billy’s ears. He looked up, arms crossed in his denim jacket as he waited to spot her, a smirk immediately forming on his lips when he did. She locked eyes with him and said goodbye to her friends, making her way towards him with a huge smile on her face.
“Hey handsome. Thank you for waiting for me,” she said, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled her nose against his.
“Anything for you. Just don’t make it a habit. I barely wait for Maxine when she’s late,” he teased giving her a genuine smile, his deep voice rumbling in his chest.
“That’s mean, you should wait for her more often. It’s going to get chilly soon,” she gently berated him, her fingers playing with the curls at the nape of his neck. Billy suppressed the shiver he felt coming on, and pulled her closer. She giggled in his arms, pressed so tightly against him, and loving every moment of it.
“I’ll think about it. But I don’t want to think about my little shit head sister right now. I want to think about you in that little uniform of yours,” he whispered against her lips, barely touching. She played along, whispering a reply against his lips as well.
“Oh? And what about my uniform?”
“Just that it’ll look way better on my bedroom floor,” he growled and closed the space between them, pressing his lips hungrily against hers. He swallowed her gasp and slipped his tongue into her mouth as he devoured her. One of his hands slipped down to her behind, using his large palm to give her an impromptu squeeze. She squealed into the kiss and Billy laughed against her lips. When they broke apart, they were both panting.
“Woah, where did that come from?” She asked breathlessly. Billy grinned and nuzzled his nose against her again.
“What, can’t a guy show his girl just how much he’s missed her?” She smiled back at him and pulled him into a sweet embrace.
What she didn’t see, however, was Jason Carver’s car behind her as she and Billy were making out.
What’s she also didn’t see, was that while Billy was hugging her, he was sporting the biggest shit eating grin; his arm around his girl’s waist and middle finger up at Jason as he drove by, a scowl on his face.
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im-am-not-a-weenie · 2 months
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🍓period comfort
This is self indulgent 😃.
Reader is AFAB and I will be using she/her pronouns
shout out to all the girlies who don't like taking medicine and just power through it the cramps.
hinting at period sex with astarion, yknow how it is
spelling errors <3
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Gale, Astarion, halsin,
🍓Gale
you felt like shit. utter shit. if you didn't believe in the gods now you did because you've been praying for them to end your suffering hours ago. you were curled up in a ball in the corner of your tent
"Love, are you in here?'' your pity party was interrupted by your darling boyfriend Gale.
you let out a grunt to signal that you were in fact under the heap of blankets in the corner, you could hear a faint chuckle and footsteps nearing you
Gale crouched down and his knees gave a loud pop which made you smile a bit. "are you ok?" he asked gently. you shook your head under the blankets. "can I see you please?" his voice soft and words kind
with a huff you peaked out through the blankets. "there she is" Feeling his hand tuck a piece of your hair away you looked up. "what seems to be the matter?"
"I'm dying" you groaned. he immediately removed all your blankets and began scanning your body for injuries. "what's hurt, are you ok. you should tell me when you get hurt. or at least see Shadowheart or Halsin-." he rambles on
grabbing his worried hand and bringing it up for a kiss getting him to stop his ramble. " I'm fine gale, is just my period" That got him to stop, "oh" his face flushed, and just looked at you for a few seconds
"Why didn't you say that" he left the tent. before you could even get up to check on him he was back with a small basket filled with different plants food and canteens
you made a face of disbelief "Where did you get all of that on such short notice" The only answer you received was "I'm a wizard" he started to pile the blankets back on you but this time joining you in the pile
"eat this" he gave you a purple looking plant "it'll help your cramps " he said gently, you just shook your head. "cmon it'll make you feel better" he prompted." "I know," you said with a shrug and just snuggled into him
"Dont want icky medicine" he wrapped his arms around you pulling you close "Then what do you want" his hand started to play with your hair. "you" he let out a soft chuckle "That I can do"
you lay there in comfortable silence before Gale interrupted it. "you know I will make you eat that later right." you giggled "I'd like to see you try Wizard Boy."
spoiler alert, you ate the plant
🍓Astarion
let's be honest. he could care less (lies). astarion is one of those people who passively aggressively takes care of you
in a similar fashion you were in your tent curled up on the floor before astarion rudely barged in. "what are you still doing in bed." he asked dryly. you just groaned.
rolling his eyes he walked over and nudged you with his foot "Get up." looking up at him with a baffled expression you just stared at him "Did you just kick me?"
he scoffed "Darling I nudged you, you'll see kicking if you stay in bed any longer" he threatened with a smirk. "fuck off astarion i don't have to deal-" you cut yourself off with a groan as you doubled over and clutching your abdomen.
"stop being dramatic. it's not my fault you stayed up with Karlch and Wyll all night. you gave yourself the hangover now deal with it- why does it smell like blood in here." he looked confused and looked back down to you noticing how you clutching your lower stomach. it took a minute but finally, he connected the dots.
he sighed sitting on the ground and pulled you into his lap. "oh my poor dear." it was one of those rare occasions where his voice was soft and genuine
his hand trailed down and rested on your lower stomach. "does it hurt right here?" he asked softly as his other hand played with your hair. after answering with a simple nod he started to softly massage there trying to relieve some pressure.
"y'know," he said with a mischievous smile "you smell delicious right now. Gasping you hit him playfully "astarion." he giggled and held you tight against him. "come now dear we both know it wouldn't be the first time" he pressed a kiss on the top of your head
rolling your eyes fondly you giggled with him. "maybe later when I'm not feeling like I'm being stab." "of course darling, just think of it like an extra meal for me" that earned him another playful hit.
🍓Halsin
walking. sooooooooooo much walking, when will we stop walking. you think to yourself, you and your companions have been walking for almost the whole day, and for what. to look for a stupid necklace for a stupid-
"my heart are you alright" Internal monologue was interrupted by your mountain of a boyfriend Halsin. "No, I'm alright" quickly dismissing his worry. you didn't really want to do this quest but you knew the sooner you got it done the sooner you could make camp
he looked unsure but nodded making sure to slow his strides to walk with you. you felt his hand grasp yours. everything was fine until it wasn't, you felt a sharp pain in your uterus. you inhaled a deep breath and stopped moving, closing your eyes and trying to collect yourself
halsin stopped to observe you "Are....are you sure you're feeling well?" you felt a hand on your shoulder. your eyes met his, you gave him a reassuring smile "It's just cramps bear, I'll survive"
he looked at you worried "You started your cycle?" it made you laugh a tad. "no, not yet."
"then why-" "Halsin my love, I get cramps before during, and after. I'm fine" you explained calmly. another painful wave washed over you. this time Halsin picked you up and started walking in the opposite direction of anyone else
"Not that I'm complaining but what are you doing?" you giggled at the sudden lift. no matter how big you were Halsin made you feel small, but in a good way
"I'm taking you to camp," he said simply and left no room for arguments 'if you are suffering I'd rather you suffer in my arms in our bedroll' he kissed the top of your head.
you felt safe and loved, the rhythm of Halsin's steps made you drift to sleep. when you awoke you were wrapped up tightly in Halsin's arms, your bodies tangled together you smiled and kissed Halsin's cheek before falling asleep again
hey. i did it i posted on time. anyway, i hope yall liked this! it was purely self-indulgent. also thank you for all the love of my last post! I've never gotten that many notes before. my inbox is open for requests. and i also can write for other characters bg3. <3
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malereadermaniac · 3 months
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First move ~ Kit Connor x Male Reader
The two of you were in a talking stage, basically dancing on the line between friendly and flirting, so Kit makes the first move
Male reader not explicit but implied! - Fem readers DNI!
I'm quite proud of this ngl
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The atmosphere was calm, it always was with your ginger, *very* close friend
But as calm and comforting as it may have been, tension always made the air feel thick
Romantic tension which was caused by the muscular arm around your waist and your head on his broad shoulders
The film may as well be background noise at this point
Your thoughts were full of ways you could subtly flirt with your very attractive friend who you defo didn't have a fat crush on
Thankfully, Kit was thinking along the same lines, ignoring the film completely and running ideas through his brain of how to somehow kiss you
Your brought out of your trance when Kit shifts slightly, making you aware of the uncomfortable position you've probably been keeping him in for the past half hour
"Oh shit sorry, Kit" you mumble as you sit up, facing the movie as it grabs your attention when some random line is blurted out
Kit remains quiet, regretting shifting in his spot
'Fucking dickhead. He moved now' Kit thinks, already somehow missing the electric touch you provided him with when you were resting on him
Kits slender, masculine fingers tighten around your waist, making up for the previously lost contact
God the atmosphere was suffocating, you wanted to just outright say "date me you dumbass" but you were too pussy to do something like that
As the movie went on, it grabbed your attention completely, so initially you failed to realise what Kit was doing
Which was intently staring at you
It didn't start as an intentional stare, Kit just initially went back to thinking if how to make the first move
His gaze shifting you your gorgeous face in the light of the TV due to his thoughts consisting of only you
His accidentally stared turned purposeful once the ginger remembered a TiKTok he saw
'Pov: when you watch a movie eith a guy and notice him looking at you out of the corner of your eye'
He didn't get it at first, but Kit got immediate clarification after browsing the comments
'OMG AND YOU DONT WANNA TURN AROUND CAUSE THEYLL GO IN FIR A KISS ISTG MEN ARE ALL THE SAME.'
Now he knows that it's cliche, and that TikTok was making fun of men doing this
But the built ginger actually couldn't think of any other way of making a love on you
And trust me, he was desperate at this point to make a move on you
Kit has been crushing on you for as long as you had been on him, which was a long, long time
He couldn't allow this relationship(?) to result in only late night scenarios he would imagine to fall asleep
He was lost in his thoughts for a while, but all that time his head was turned to face you, his eyes fluttering between you lips and nose and eyes and chin and cheeks
Kit was broken out of his trance when you perked up - a result of you noticing Kit watching you instead of the movie
After cementing that Kit was indeed fully staring at you and you weren't imagining things, you start to feel blood rush to your cheeks, your posture straightening up perfectly
After 2 or 3 more minuets, you play it cool and turn to face your close, close friend
"You okay?" You ask him, tilting your head to the side with an inquisitive look
He fucking loved that look whenever you gave it him
Kit liked it when you looked confused or lost - which happened a lot, there's a reason he's the one who uses Google maps and not you
The ginger sits up from his laid back, man-spreading position, his hand still tight around your waist
He tugged on your waist, moving the two of you closer together
It was silent, still comfortable but the tension was fucking choking you to death
As Kit moved his smooth face closer to yours, you liked your lips nervously
You could feel his breathing on your face, warm air making you blush, hard
The ginger moved his soft yet large hand to your cheek, holding your head in his hand as his thumb stroked your cheek
Kit was fucking enamoured by you, you consumed his thoughts on the daily and this was him showing you
Hs eyes moved between your lips and looking deeply into your eyes, it was dark but you could see the passion and maybe even love in your friends eyes as he looked into yours
His long, veiny fingers brushed up through your hair and Kit gave you a look
One you understood perfectly - a look which turned you on when it was really the bare minimum
Kit asked if he could kiss you with that look, and after waiting for a year and a bit for this moment, you gave a short and sweet nod
Kit's lips are the next thing you know, and the only thing you know and can focus on for the next 3 and a half minuets
It was a soft kiss, his hand gently gripping your hair to guide you to the movement of his lips
He tried to push his tongue against your lips, asking for entrance, but when he felt your hand dart to his thigh and grip just a little tightly he knew to take that as a "not yet"
Kit could taste the chewing gum you had in moments ago, he always liked that about you - you always had gum in
He's bought the same gum as you, he's imagined this moment after putting a piece of it in his mouth - not admitting to himself that he wanted to 'taste' you
Once the two fo you pulled away from each other, you breathlessly panted against Kit's face, that same spearmint smell making him feel tingly
The ginger smirked, looking fucking hot in the TV light
His grip tightened slightly around your waist and on your hair
"I like you ya know" he said, feigning charisma but god was it convincing
"Oh yeah? I'm not too convinced Kit-Kat, prove it to me some more?" You respond, looking up at Kit and smiling in a coy manner to tease the taller man
Fuck, there's another thing he liked about you to add to the list.
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omgeto · 7 months
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could you do reader giving gojo head for the first time please?? LOVE YOUR WORK!!
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gojo gets his first blowjob from his pretty little best friend so mdni
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“are you sure about this?” you ask with a sly grin — gojo was nervous. you could tell by the way he toyed with the sheets, staring at everything but you. it was odd seeing your best friend, who was usually so confident, being unsure about something.
“yeah i want to do this, definitely.” he nods eagerly in response, “just don’t wanna mess this up,” he finishes with a mumble.
“c’mon toru, no need to be shy with me,” your grin widens as you watch his sudden shift from bravado to bashfulness. it was a side of him you rarely got to see — and you were gonna take full advantage of it. “i’ll take care of you.”
his dick hardens just at the sight of you, your face inching closer to his, your lips part as your hand snakes around his neck in a firm hold as your mouth envelopes him. he quickly eases into the kiss, his tongue pushing into yours greedily. his hands feverishly roam your body touching as you climb into his lap.
you eventually pull away from the kiss, but his mouth still chases yours, hungry for more. you give him a final peck before pushing him down on the bed. you play with the hem of his boxers and he looks up at you expectedly, a faint whisper leaving his mouth “please.” 
you free his dick from his hands, stroking at it slowly, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you watch his lips part at the cold contact of your fingers wrapping around the tip of his dick. swiping off the precum with your thumb, popping it in your mouth to taste him.
“fuck” he mutters, staring up at you. he couldn’t contain himself, you’d barely done anything and he was already feeling like he was going to cum everywhere. 
you lower your head, about to take in his dick in your warm mouth before he stops you, placing his hand on your shoulder. “you really don’t have to.”
“it’s fine toru,” you chuckle, amused by his chivalry, but you could tell by the way his breathing slowed, eagerly anticipating you to give him head.
“okay then, but only if you want to,” he bargains, “i don’t want it to be all about me.”
“it is all about you,” before he could respond, you shove his dick in your mouth contentedly humming at the whimper that comes out of his mouth. he couldn’t keep still, the feeling of your sloppy wet mouth repeatedly sucking on his piece, made him lose his mind. 
“ah s-shit,” he moans out, as your lips slobber over his dick, your hands twisting on the part your mouth couldn’t take. your hands fondle his balls, massaging them as your mouth continues to work on his dick. “fuck, t-this is so good. is it always this good?” you chuckle at his excitement, quickening your pace as you feel from the way his hips were slightly thrusting towards your face that he was about to cum. 
“i think i’m gonna—” he whines out, and just seeing your eyes match his, with you coyly looking up at him. his sentence cuts short as he releases into your mouth. your smile widens as you swallow all of him, pressing a kiss to his tip as your mouth comes off his dick.
“was that okay? i didn’t cum to quickly right?” he immediately starts to ramble as you sit up, “speaking of cum, was it too salty? i’ve read that some gu–” you interrupt him, putting your lips back onto his, making him taste himself off of you. “shit that was hot.”
“see, not that bad,” you jest, admiring the blissed out look on his face — you really rocked his words and you were just warming up.
you could feel his dick start to harden again underneath you, and you laugh as he says, “could we maybe try that again sometime?”
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an: slay. lmk your thoughts, surprise surprise im writing for gojo again despite saying that I dont like him hmmm wild.
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hope-drunk · 10 months
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ohmygodohmygod the way you write abby has me doing cartwheels. omg maybe abs can catch reader maybe being so needy and whiny over tp w abs like needy voice messages and reader ends up probs humping a pillow then abby returns idk its just a scenario ive been thinking of its so ily even if you dont write this remember to not push yourself too hard :)
i use the petname ‘kid’ in this i know that’s not for everyone so a warning 🫡
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you had sent the audio message not caring what the outcome would be. a ten second long recording full of you whining abby's name. she had decided to go to a party instead of coming home to spend time with you, so you had decided that you were allowed to get your self off.
obviously, it was all to piss abby off. an elaborate plan that you had thought up the second she told you she was hanging out with manny and his friends after her practice.
the text pops up on abby’s phone. when she sees it’s a voice message, she excuses herself to the bathroom to listen to it.
abby locks the door behind her and turns the volume up before pressing play.
“shit,” she mumbles when she starts to listen; immediately turning the volume back down so that only she can hear.
what the fuck was that? she texts you.
she knows exactly what it is; knows all too well what you’re doing. right when she told you she saw the look in your eyes, that you were up to no good.
instead of sending her a text, you respond with another, longer, voice message.
“fuck me,” abby whispers, feeling arousal flood through her.
she didn’t want to leave the party, but she wanted to deal with you. she splashes cold water on her face and stares in the mirror. she hasn’t drank anything, although she was going to, so she was good to drive. should she let you ruin her fun? should she go home and deal with you right now?
abby hits play on the voice message again, and that seals the deal. she needs to fuck you, now. she says her goodbyes and everyone yells at her for leaving so soon, but she couldn’t care less.
she speeds home to you, practically jumping out of her car and into the apartment. she slams the door to let you know she’s home.
she walks into the bedroom and sees you, hips grinding onto a pillow. you’re holding one of your tits and softly grunting at the sensation.
“the fuck you think you’re doing, kid?”
“you don’t want— fuck— you don’t want to help me, so i’m doing it myself.” you say back to her.
abby walks over to you and easily lifts you off of the pillow, throwing it onto the floor. she pins you onto the bed. you try to bring your thighs together, whining at the lack of friction, but she pushes them apart with her knee. you let out a puff of air.
“think you can get off without me, huh? just because i wanna have fun with my friends?”
“no,”
“no? so why are you fucking doing it?”
you shrug and look away. you know she knows— for attention. that’s the answer.
“well, you’re fucking in for it now. since you wanted to come so bad, you’re gonna be doing it all night, sweetheart.”
your eyes widen. you’re about to protest, but abby’s fingers are already drawing small, tight circles on your sensitive clit, and you know you’re in for a long night.
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