avieloves

[avieloves]

Me right now I’m so sorry guys EVERY ask is in the works at once there’s nothing I haven’t started yet I SWEAR I SWEAR

writing is so funny because i could write nonstop for 9hrs and then hit a block where im like "how do i transition between this moment and the next?" and then i just dont touch it for 6 months

[avieloves]

can you do more sub!chris? him being so touch-starved he whimpers at the slightest touches

Ughrhshs

Chris never knowing what to do with himself around a pretty girl

He gets hard SO easily omfg. The slightest graze across his collar or up his arm and all of a sudden he’s shifting in his seat and crossing his legs ‘just to get comfortable’.

Sucking him off is a WHOLE thing. God forbid you���re somewhere you have to be quiet, he literally cant shut up.

“Mm- oh, shit.. fuck..”

You could shush him a thousand times and he just doesn’t get it through his head to shut up.

“Ngh.. there.. there, right there- god..”

Especially when you tease him, flicking your tongue lightly over his tip, running it over the prominent veins on the underside of his cock. It drives him insane, he’s nearly in tears just babbling and whining and pleading continuously. It’s like everything you do is so new to him whether it’s the first or the thirtieth time.

Omfg I love subby Chris y’all can pry him out of my cold dead hands

[avieloves]

you better be ready for some asks when im home😁

HAHA I’m so happy to oblige!!

[avieloves]

hiding chris glasses in your belt so he can frisk you to find it >: )

Everything is so funny to Chris until you take his glasses or his phone.

“Alright, cmon, give ‘em back.”

He’d complain, grabbing for them from your hands. You, of course, would just snicker and flee somewhere out of site, forcing him to chase you down and grab you by the wrists, making to stay motionless against the wall.

“Seriously? Hold still..”

Chris would grumble, your wrists still trapped in one hand as the other roamed over your body, patting you down, maybe squeezing your thighs a little too much with a more than friendly look in his eyes before eventually finding them in his belt.

Maybe being manhandled isn’t all that bad.

<3

Expect more of these short posts!! I’ll try to stay on top of the blurb reqs I get^^

[avieloves]

(ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE ASK IM SO SORRY!!)

Josh keeping things around post break-up, like your necklaces or CD’s and hoodies. Maybe you get back together after a year.

Josh was always the sentimental type, as much as he refused to admit it.

It hurt, but he never got rid of the forgotten clothes left strewn around his room from the messy, drunken nights you’d stayed over, or the lipsticks that’d rolled under his dresser. Same went for your jewelry, quietly sat in his bathroom drawers after removing them for a shower you’d shared. The gifts he’d bought in advance for future occasions were never returned, the dresses stayed hung up and the necklace dawned with a gem that he always thought complimented your eyes remained still in its box. Even the dozens of saved songs and lists of movies you insisted he give a try were saved in his phone, played in the background on especially lonely nights.

He tortured himself further by staring far too long through store windows at things you’d like, things he’d like to see on you, to take off of you. Sometimes he’d buy them, ‘just in case’.

A year down the line, your friendship stayed intact, and that bond you’d had before slowly rekindled. You’d matured, maybe, or you hadn’t at all, and something told you another chance would do you both well.

Josh didn’t miss the chance to give you everything he’d never got to, not this time.

Save for maybe a pair of earrings, or a necklace you’d ‘lost’ and he’d miraculously ‘found’, aka went out and replaced, which he kept snug somewhere he wouldn’t forget. ‘Just in case’.

<3

[avieloves]

Completely swamped with exams and shit rn I’m so sorry for inactivity!!

Pls pls send in requests for little blurbs so I can feed y’all💔 (esp Chris & Josh I have so much to say)

[avieloves]

walking up to josh having a boner/wet dream beside you and man's just rutting into you

MNNGHGFGFSCSGS

Pairings: Josh x reader

Warnings:Thigh humping, handjob (through clothes), smut, somnophelia (??), dubcon

Notes: This one is pretty short, I’ll be editing to extend it when I’ve got a little more time<3

(No use of Y/N)

With winter break coming to an end, you’d decided to do the responsible thing of having a small get together, just to review before school so it wasn’t all completely fuzzy.

And you did, for a few hours at least. But then Ash and Sam had left together, Chris following soon after, and you and Josh were left to your own devices.

The responsibility hadn’t lasted much longer after that. The books and still open laptops sat forgotten on the desk by your bed, and you’d taken to making out for the remainder of the time you could keep your eyes open. It had been too late, and you’d been too tired, so it didn’t go very much further than that.

This halt had left Josh a little wound up, though, and that feeling creeped into his sleep, into his dreams. The unease that came with being left nearly untouched turned slowly into an eager lust. His hips, pressed into your side in his sleep, began rutting against your hip. His fingers latched tightly onto the collar of your top, digging into your skin, his breathing picking up in your ear.

His body moved without intention, his growing arousal grinding against your body, not stirring him from his rest but instead stirring you. You roused gently from your sleep, your body contorting as you woke. Even through your twisting, though, Josh’s eyes didn’t flutter.

The haze faded and you became aware of the situation, of Josh and of his twitching dick humping your side.

“..Josh?”

You called softly, checking his own awareness. It seemed to be subconscious, he was out like a light.

You weren’t entirely sure what to do. Your breathing quickened, mostly out of shock due the soft sounds falling from his lips, the jumbled moans of your name that managed to push their way to the front of his mind.

And then the shock wore off, and your tired mind allowed your body to decide for you. Gently, slowly, your hand slipped through the gap between his hips and your thigh, cupping his hardened length through his pants, letting him rut against your palm.

It felt wrong, but the way he whimpered softly and tossed his head to the side in his rest let you continue for just a minute before you tried waking him again.

“Josh? Josh, baby?”

You called gently, turning further on your side to face him, to cup his cheek. That touch seemed to wake him, if only enough to cause a flutter in his lashes.

“Josh.”

Again, you tried, this time gripping his face a slight bit. He stirred, and as he did, you shook again, his eyes opened and his body paused. He murmured something nearly inaudible.

“..mmh?”

He woke, cheeks flushed and his eyes managing to remain half open, bleary and dazed with sex. Through panting breaths, he managed your name.

“..fuck.”

You cursed, the sleepy rolling of his hips resuming once he got a handle on the situation. His head fell to your shoulder, the uneven exhales he was taking coming out loud in your ear.

Your hand slipped beneath his waistband, palming at his cock through his boxers, forcing a tired moan from his lips.

“Oh, shit..”

He somewhat strung together coherent enough words to curse, rutting up with more fervor. He was already pathetically close, his orgasm having built up during his sleep.

“F-Fuck, god.. shit..”

He mumbled another string of curses, his body tensing as he reached his climax, your hand giving an encouraging pump before his spill came through his boxers, spreading over the fabric and staining his sweats. You pulled your hand, examining the string that connected your index from your middle as they separated. His breathing gradually slowed, and he finally seemed, for the first time tonight, entirely relaxed.

“You okay?”

You asked softly, but his eyes had shut. Actually, he seemed.. asleep again. He wasn’t, not quite, but his chest rose and fell at a steadier pace, he’d let his body fall back, away from yours, his mind blocking out the sticky feeling of his boxers.

..you’d deal with the mess in the morning. As of now, you draped an arm over his chest and fell back to rest next to him.

[avieloves]

HIGUFCYFITXIITTIXI

𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

SUMMARY -  chris hartley shows up every time you call—no matter how late it is or how flimsy your excuse. he still thinks he’s just helping you pass chemistry. tonight, you’re more than willing to show him just how much you appreciate his dedication.

PAIRING/SETTING - fem!reader x tutor!chris hartley. no prank au. college au. no use of y/n. 

WARNINGS - graphic sexual material (love a good bj), strong language, and chemistry (literal).

W/C - 1,758

A/N - sorry this took for-fucking-ever! anyhoo, here's another love letter to my chris girlies ♥︎ (p.s. to my lovelies sending me requests, i pinky swear that i will get around to answering them, so please hang in there!) btdubs, my taglist and general writing masterlist are up and running!! check my navigation for more info :)

it’s nearing midnight. your room is dim, lit only by the soft yellow cast of a desk lamp and the muted glow from the streetlight outside your window. the remnants of a burnt out candle linger in the air. everything feels hushed. suspended.  

the silence is broken by a gentle knock at the door. you shuffle across the carpet, your pulse thrumming with excitement as you reach for the handle. 

chris stands with his backpack slung carelessly over one shoulder, nose warmed with a subtle blush from the crisp fall air, greeting you with a tender, tight-lipped smile. one that melts the quiet chill of your apartment. 

“hey,” he mutters softly, slipping inside and closing the door behind him. there’s a tiredness in his eyes–a testament to the unreasonable hour–but he’s here, because you called. 

“hi” you echo, stepping aside to let him in. “didn’t wanna bother you this late, but i just…i can’t seem to wrap my head around this shit.”

his expression softens. “you’re never a bother.” 

you pad back to your bedroom. he drops his bag at the foot of the bed, toeing off his scuffed sneakers before settling beside you. he shrugs off his jacket and bends down to rummage through his belongings.

“you know,” he starts, “you don’t have to make up excuses. if you wanted to see me, you could’ve just said so.”

his forwardness catches you off guard.

he chuckles under his breath. “i’m kidding. mostly.”

but the truth was there, unspoken. 

and he had come running, like always.

“here,” he says, leaning closer, the faint scent of cedar and detergent clinging to his skin. “let’s see if we can make some sense of this.”

chris shuffles through his notes, the soft scratch of pen on paper filling the room. you pretend to study the scrawled diagrams and equations on the page, but in truth, you’ve been too busy studying him: the way his bottom lip pulls between his teeth as he considers his words, the flex of his forearms as he steadies the notebook against his thigh. 

“so, when you’re dealing with molecular orbital theory, you have to remember the principles of constructive and destructive interference-” he rambles on, tracing over each wave and shape to emphasize his point. 

he glances up at you to check for understanding. “so if…um, do you…you’re following this?”

you shake your head, forcing your gaze to meet his. “uh yeah, totally. all good.” you bite at the inside of your cheek, your tone more hopeful than convincing.

he squints at you, “sure you’re okay? you’ve been kinda…spacey.”

you perk up at his accusation, “sorry, just…processing.”

his thumb rolls at the paper’s edge. “i can go over it again if you want…or we could just take a break? i mean, if you’re done for the night i wouldn’t blame-” 

you wave him off, “no, no–continue. talk nerdy to me.” 

he clears his throat, cheeks coloring slightly. “o-okay, just slow me down if it’s too much.”

the sincerity in his voice tugs at your heartstrings.

“so, if we’re calculating the energy levels, you use the secular determinant to find the eigenvalues—those correspond to the molecular orbital energies-”

you nod along, but his words continue to blur together–each one melting into the next until they’re background noise against the louder pull of your wandering thoughts.

you have to cut in.  

“you’re really patient with me, you know that?”

he pauses, pen hovering over the paper to shoot you a curious look. 

“wh-what?”

you lean back on your hands, head tilting slightly as you study him in the low, warm light of your bedroom. his brow is furrowed, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose, hair falling forward like it always does when he’s too focused to fix it.

“you’ve been sitting here for an hour. no complaints. not even when i give you that stupid, blank look.”

he ducks his head a little, bashfully rubbing the back of his neck. “you asked for help. just doing my job.”

“i ask for help a lot,” you point out, lips quirking. “and it’s not exactly ‘a job’ if you aren’t being compensated.”

you think back to the handful of times you’d offered–cash, coffee, dinner, anything. but he’d always refuse with that same boyish smile, that same small shake of the head like the idea of taking anything from you felt wrong. like your time was worth more than his. and he never let you push the issue. 

too kind. too stubborn. too chris.

“just saying,” you shrug, “kiiinda feels like i’m using you.”

“i don’t mind,” he interjects. “seriously. it’s not a big deal–i want you to pass. and–uh–it’s kinda nice. being needed, i guess.” his voice trails off at the end, sheepish.

you cock your head at him, unconvinced.

“yeah? you do this for your other clients?” 

he begins rapidly tapping his pen against his notebook, eyes darting to the page like it might offer him an escape route. “well no, i don’t really have time for anyone else, but that’s not-”

you roll your eyes with a loud, almost theatrical scoff.

“god, you’re too good to me,” you reach across the space between you and place your hand gently atop his, stilling the frantic motion of his pen.“ and i don’t think i’ve properly thanked you.”

he opens his mouth—probably to deflect, to assure you that it’s nothing, or you don’t owe him anything—but the words die on his tongue when your hand comes up to cup his jaw.

“come on chrissy,” you coax, playfully pinching his chin between your fingers. “let me take care of you.”

the anxious little scrunch between his brows lingers for a beat longer, but he doesn’t pull away, doesn’t protest. he stays still–watching you, trusting you–even as you rise to your knees and shift into his lap, your thighs straddling his. your fingers find their way in the mess of his hair, threading through the tousled strands. then, you carefully adjust his glasses, fingers coming down to cradle his face, before pressing your lips to his. 

a moment of sweet fragility. 

 his fingers drift like leaves on an autumn breeze, too afraid to settle. but every drag of his mouth over yours, a slow burn that leaves you both aching for more, draws him further out of his own head and into the moment, into you.

what starts as soft and uncertain quickly melts into something far less innocent–hunger born where hesitation once lingered. his breath shudders against your lips as he holds you tighter, the world falling away in the delicious, heady rhythm of tongue and teeth. 

you part from his mouth with a sigh, but you don’t stray far–trailing your lips down the pale stretch of his throat to lightly nip at the delicate skin. a low, needy whimper slips past his lips as you roll your hips over the swell in his jeans. 

“jesus,” he pants, voice frayed with disbelief and arousal. “you’re gonna kill me.”

you giggle at his flustration. “not yet,” you tease.

you sink to the floor, fingers deft on the button of his jeans. you ease the denim down along with his boxers, savoring the hitch in his breath as you peel everything away. his cock springs free, tapping softly against his stomach–thick, flushed, and glistening at the tip. you can’t help but stare. 

no one’s dick should be this pretty. 

you wrap your fingers around him, featherlight at first. he twitches in your grasp, and you watch, transfixed, as your thumb swipes over his head, smearing the small beads of precum. you stroke him once, then again, slow and sure, relishing in his reaction—his thighs tensing, a sharp exhale cutting through the thick silence of your bedroom. 

“are you–ah~s-sure? you don’t have t–” 

you answer not with words but action, leaning in to lick a single, deliberate stripe up the underside of his cock. he jolts forward, head tipping back as your lips part around him. 

when you lift your gaze to meet his–eyes wide and glassy–his mouth falls open in a silent gasp, undone by the sight of you on your knees for him. his hands fist the sheets at his sides, knuckles white, chest rising in uneven breaths. 

“h-holy shit. o-okay yeah, you’re sure. i get it.” 

your mouth works him steadily, cheeks hollowing as your tongue traces along each pulse with flat, firm strokes. you can’t take all of him–the stretch making your jaw ache–but you give what you can. your hand–slick with the drool that drips down your chin and pools at his base–pumps what you can’t quite fit. 

you take his hand, guiding it to your hair, anchoring him there. his fingers curl in the strands, tugging ever so slightly as his hips instinctively buck upward. you hum around him in approval, the vibration pulling a ragged moan from his chest. and when your free hand drifts between your legs, you don’t bother hiding it–dipping down into your panties to soothe your own ache–but chris certainly doesn’t mind.

“fu-uuck you’re unreal.” 

sweat begins to collect in a thin sheen across his forehead, lashes fluttering as his eyes roll back into his skull. 

oh what a beautiful mess you’ve made of this man. 

even now, he’s gentle—or trying to be, at least–slowing his thrusts to mutter sweet little apologies every now and then. but when he inevitably hits the back of your throat, you feel a sting at the corners of your eyes. you blink through it, tears trailing down your cheeks as you take him deeper, sinking into the pain. his soft, broken whines–like music to your ears–are all the motivation you need.

“ungh~gonna–mph–cum.”

his release is sudden and overwhelming. warm ropes of cum shoot down your throat in thick waves that leave him shaking and slack-jawed. you swallow him down, milking every last drop, before coming up to place a few kisses and kitten licks to his sensitive tip. he hisses at the overstimulation, already shuddering in the aftershock. 

you carefully tuck him back into his boxers and crawl up into his lap, licking over your lips before planting a lazy kiss on his. it’s slow and sticky, his taste still lingering on your tongue as you part his lips and let him share it. he groans low and warm against your mouth, breath gradually slowing as his high fades.

“think you broke my brain.” he huffs with a dopey grin.  “good,” you beam, gently patting his cheek. “you’ve been using it too hard.”

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[avieloves]

Having a small teasing disagreement with bsf!Chris that turns into a tickle fight that turns into him getting boner that neither of you can ignore 🤭

Ughh this idea..😵‍💫

Pairings: Chris x reader

Warnings: Hickeys, choking, hair-pulling, dry humping, P in V (unprotected)

Notes: A quicker one while I finish up my long ask<33 Also this is kinda nasty lmfao

(No use of Y/N)

(Partly proofread)

Chris

Reader

“God damn it.”

Chris breathed a prideful sigh as he watched the score of the racing game you’d just finished pop up on the screen. Him in first, you in second.

“Wow, you suck.”

Chris laughed, letting the controller fall from his hand as he leaned backwards, watching you silently seethe at his ability to somehow beat you out in every single thing you did together.

“Fuck off. I call cheats.”

You murmured, mimicking his action and dropping the controller down on the bed before letting your body exhaustedly fall back.

“You always call cheats. At some point it’s just a skill issue, dude.”

Deciding now would be the best time to annoy you further, Chris prodded at your side, prompting you to prod at his. Only, his reaction was a much greater flinch than yours had been. That gave you an opening to turn the subject away from your defeat, so naturally you took it.

“Jesus, man, you’re acting like I shot you or something.”

Laughing now, you reached out and prodded at his side again. This time, Chris caught your hand and jabbed you in return.

“Would you- cut it out? S’not funny, it just hurts.”

He argued, though by this point it’d already escalated to a back and forth, you were continually trying to get a jab in where you could, and he was caught between stopping you and getting you back.

And now, you were both laughing a little. You’d sat up and leaned over to get an advantage, and Chris, in turn, had too.

“Are you ticklish, Chris? Is that what this is?”

You teased with all the air of someone far superior.

“No, I just- don’t like being- ow! Attacked.”

“I’m not attacking you, don’t be dramatic.”

Your hand got under his shirt on the side and sort of pinched the skin, tickling him. Chris let out a rather loud, slightly flustered laugh, and you’d nearly gotten on top of him at this point.

“Hey, hey! Watch the c-controllers, seriously!”

He shouted to no avail, the controllers lay forgotten by you as you crawled over him and began ‘attacking’ his sides, as he’d put it. It was funny, at first, anyway, Chris returned your actions and you fought and wrestled with each other. Though, at some point Chris became aware of the fact you were kinda straddling him, of the fact your hands were so soft, of all the little jolts that were sent through his skin when you managed to tickle him under his shirt.

“It’s not fun if you don’t fight back.”

You argued upon realizing Chris had half-given up.

“Game’s over, you can get off now.”

Chris decided suddenly, going to move you off. This forfeit fueled your determination, and you instead continued tickling him, forcing laughter from his throat that sounded maybe slightly panicked now. Chris kept shifting beneath you, trying to get you away from him, out of his lap. Of course, you were having none of that.

He’d entirely stopped fighting back, focusing on defense now, trying to grab your hands and pry them away from him, even as they’d slipped beneath his shirt and continued eliciting shrill laughter paired with reddened cheeks.

“Okay, okay- Gh-! Dude! Game’s.. game’s over, you can stop!”

Chris tried again, sounding extremely desperate and looking extremely flustered. At first, you didn’t really get it. It was just tickling, it couldn’t be that bad. And then you shifted just slightly, and the problem became apparent.

Chris was nearly rock hard under you.

At first, you stared at him sort of blankly, not quite sure how to react. And then you started laughing, if not out of pure shock.

“Is this a turn on for you?”

You laughed, unable to take your eyes off his face as you thought back every reaction he’d had up until now. You’d been friends for years, it wasn’t abnormal to tease each other about things that may be considered crossing a line in other relationships, but never anything like this. Not usually. That was a boundary you’d steered very clear from.

“No! No, it’s- it’s not- I wasn’t trying to- to do anything, it’s just cause you’re on top of me!”

Chris defended weakly.

“Oh, sure, yeah totally.”

You still hadn’t moved an inch. It was almost painful for him at this point.

“You’re unbelievable, man, seriously.”

“It’s not on purpose! If- if you’d just gotten off when I asked-“

“Oh, so it’s my fault?”

“I didn’t say that! I just said.. I don’t know what I said, but-“

“What you said directly translates to ‘I can’t control my dick’.”

That statement may have been too honest, because Chris didn’t have a rebuttal. Anything he’d prepared had died in his throat. In the heat of the moment, you gotten very close to his face.

His breathing was heavy, nearly shallow, his eyes averted and his cheeks pink with embarrassment. Neither of you knew what to say for a minute, not until he dared to meet your eyes, and a new sort of tension blossomed.

It was like his throat closed up. You’d always been fairly attractive, even to him, but having you this close was forcing him to face something he hadn’t been sure of. That lingering feeling in the back of his mind, felt in the flutter of his stomach when you’d laugh or in the way your eyes lit up when he’d speak to you. For a moment it was dead silence and heavy breathing, and then it wasn’t.

You’d kissed him, leaned forward and connected your lips. It’d stunned Chris at first, he didn’t know what to do with his hands or how to react, but slowly that faded, his hands landed on your arms and his eyes fluttered shut.

He became aware, after a moment, that you were grinding down on him. Just a little, but it was very noticeable to him.

A soft whine left Chris’s throat and he moved his hips to meet yours. Soon, you were both rolling your hips in time, your lips still connected. You pulled away to breath, and maybe to say something, but one of his hands buried in your hair and pushed you forward into his lips again before you had the chance. Now the kiss got sloppier, messy, tongue involved and both of your mouths left open to breath. It was you who took the next step, getting your hands under Chris’s waistband and tugging.

“What..?”

He trailed off, not understanding what you were asking of him at first.

“Off, take ‘em off.”

You muttered, and he obediently lifted his hips for you. You were now sat directly on his boner, his hands aiming to get your own shorts off and further limit the amount of layers between you both. Once they were discarded, you leaned your body forward with a practiced ease and began grinding down again, eliciting a soft curse.

“Fuck..”

“..oh, shit..”

Your hands went to his shoulders, steadying yourself, and his grip returned, now on you waist. You guided each other in your movements, your head dipping down to kiss and suck at the skin of his neck, causing him to whine out your name.

You could feel his dick twitching through his boxers with your movements, his desperation sounding through his heavy breathing. He softly spoke your name.

“..yeah?”

You breathed. His response was to silently tug at your panties, staring up at you through foggy glasses. You nodded and lifted your hips, pulling them off, then going to pull his down too.

The sight of your lower half, bare for him, was nearly enough to distract him from the fact you were pulling his cock free. Almost. You giving a harsh tug was a good enough reminder.

“Oh, fuck..”

“Just.. quiet, alright? Your parents are home.”

You reminded him through a hiss.

“Right. Forgot, sorry.”

He nodded, one hand hesitantly finding its way to your inner thigh. His eyes darted up to your own, checking what he was about to do was okay, and then he slipped his finger between your legs. A gasp escaped his lips at the feeling of your heat against his skin, and he tipped his head back.

There was a minute of silence, filled only by the lewd sound of hot breaths and your slick being spread over your folds.

“Hold on, hold on..”

Your hand found his, pulling the soaked fingers away to line yourself up. Chris opened his mouth in a wordless question, but he was cut off abruptly by the moan that was dragged from his throat when you sank down on his length.

“S-shit-! Oh god..”

Chris’s voice cracked and his hands, robbed of their nervousness, grabbed your hips.

“Mm..”

A hum escaped you as he filled you, your hips moving in time with his own. His hands, now devoid of a goal, travelled aimlessly over your skin, eventually finding purchase on the expanse of your back. He’d managed to contain his sounds to nothing but soft breathing and the occasional stifled whine.

That was until he got closer. Until time had worn on and he was worn down, having forgotten the need for silence, and his whining became moaning out.

“Fuck.. oh my god, oh, fuck, you’re so good. So good, shit..!”

He babbled, tossing his head to either side.

“Chris! Please, please, dude, if they hear-”

His hips jerked upwards, forcing a loud whimper to rip from his lips. It was then that your hand shot forward, grabbing him by the neck in an attempt to get his attention.

“I know, I.. gh- I know.”

Chris strained, finding his breath leaving him. He took a deep breath in, and then another as he cried out when your hips met his in the perfect way.

“Shit! Oh, fuck me..”

His voice cracked, and you suddenly snapped.

“Chris! Shut the fuck up!”

You hissed in desperation, fearing his parents finding you both in the situation that you were in. He could only choke out, your tightened grip restricting his airflow. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t warn you of how near he was, all he could manage was to grab a fistful of your hair and tug, hard.

“Mm.. mngh-!”

Chris whined helplessly, any attempt at words muffled and lost as he bit down hard on his lips. His hips moved more desperately, driving you closer to your own release. His chest rose quickly now, his throat desperate for any intake of air it managed to suck in. You were too focused on the coiling in your stomach to notice his behaviors, and you just barely stifled a moan when you approached the edge.

Then, Chris gave another sharp tug and your orgasm crashed down, hard, hitting you with an unexpected force. Your grip grew impossibly tighter around his neck, pressing down on his Adam’s apple, forcing his eyes shut. He whimpered weakly, his hips jerking upwards desperately, and finally he was able to reach his climax.

“Mmgh..”

He moaned, your hand finally dropping from his neck and allowing him deep, gasping breaths.

“..couldn’t.. couldn’t breathe..”

Chris panted, his body trembling as he rode out the aftershocks of his pleasure.

“Sorry.. fuck, sorry..”

You managed, your head rested on his shoulder. His hand stayed in your hair, giving a weak pull to get you to look up. When you did, he met your lips in a kiss that was far too tired to be any neater than the messiest thing ever, and then pulled away with a defeated sigh.

“You think.. you think they heard?”

Chris panted.

“Your parents? Oh, definitely. Probably woke up the neighborhood.”

You returned with a smile before letting yourself collapse against him. His arms fell limp around your waist, and the two of you fell into comfortable silence.

I’m honestly not super happy with this but I hope my next is better!! Taking much more time on that🤧🤧🤧

[avieloves]

Longer ask in the works atm but still happy to take reqs<33 most of what I write in the mean time will be shorter though!!

[avieloves]

AHHHHHH

Last song: Aliança - Tribalistas

Favourite color: Like a dull green?? And brown?? Forest-y colors!! I guess!!!

Last film: Watched The Amateur with a friend of mine!! Also rewatched John Carpenters The Thing!!!

Last show: simultaneously watch RPDR, Mr Robot, and BJHM!! (omfg I love Bojack so much I’m on my fourth rewatch)

Spicy/sweet/savoury: Savoury… 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 I love crab…🤤🤤🤤🤤

Relationship status: just got out of one actually 😧

Last google search: ‘ceramic bathroom tiles’ for my last ask lmfao 😭😭😭😭😭

No pressure tags: @hartleychristopher <33

💜 GET TO KNOW YOUR MUTUALS!💜

Thanks for the tag @ria-coolgirl

Last song: And The Snakes Start To Sing by Bring Me The Horizon 🖤 (listened to the Sempiternal album in my car).

Favourite colour: Uhhh between blue and red.

Last film: Final Destination Bloodlines. RIP Tony Todd 🖤

Last show: Castle

Sweet/Spicy/Savoury: Sweet most of the time, but sometimes savoury hits right.

Relationship status: Single and not really interested in changing that.

Last Google search: Pusillanimous, I looked up to make sure I had the meaning right. I did, but I always have to check, the amount of words in my Google search history is insane 😂

If you guys want to: @theburninggarden @kifaya @vxncevis @aviradasa @poubelle-d-elle @misslavenderlady @sillyturquoisepuffin @mikey-darinstar

And anyone else who wants to join 🖤

[avieloves]

(Requested by @sammygidd<33)

Pairings: Josh x Reader

Warnings: Suggestive material, very light smut, hickeys

Notes: Shorter post since it’s my first ask! Also omg sorry it took so long, deleted it twice by accident🤧🤧

(No use of Y/N, NOT PROOFREAD!!!)

“Josh?”

Your voice echoed against the ceramic tiles of the bathroom, carrying out into the hall where Josh was occupied a few doors down.

“..uh, yeah? Kinda busy, babe, what’s up?”

His own called back, the sound of shuffling and footsteps audible even from where you were.

“Need your help with this real quick.”

With a soft sigh, he abandoned what he’d been doing and made his way to you.

Your hands contorted cruelly behind your back, shoulders stinging with an effort to get your zipper up, one that was wielding all of zero results.

“Alright, yeah, I’m here.”

His head poked around the corner, and then his torso, and for a moment he was stunned to silence. You had that odd talent, he found, something nearly impossible for most others; you could get him to shut his mouth.

You stood, hands falling to your sides as you decidedly gave up. His eyes locked immediately on the elegant slit that severed your dress from your thigh downwards.

“Woah, you didnt tell me this party was that fancy. Where’d you get this from?”

His hands, ignoring the entire reason you’d called him in here, travelled past your zipper and splayed over your middle.

“Jess picked it up for me last weekend. Wanted all the dresses to match for her birthday..”

The warmth of his lips pressing into your neck momentarily distracted you from your original objective.

“Can you get the zipper, please?”

Obedient and forever aiming to please, his hands lingered over your sides before one tentatively gave the zipper a tug. It didn’t budge.

“..maybe it’d be easier to just take it off.”

He teased, his fingers walking up your arm as his other hand tried again at the zipper.

“Funny, but I’ve gotta head out soon.”

You scoffed, catching his wrist, though only loosely. You didn’t exactly stop his lips from latching onto the skin of your neck, either, neither did you prevent him from neglecting the task at hand in favor of running his hands down your body, one slipping past the slit of the fabric.

“I feel like you could spare a couple minutes.”

His fingers grazed the area between your legs, urging a breathy laugh from your lips. Taking some of your skin between his teeth, he sucked a hickey into the area.

“..You know I wanna, but..”

The way he spoke was so sweetly persuasive, honey dripping from his tongue every time he needed to convince you of something. You’d almost managed a protest when he spun you and captured your lips in a kiss, hand still stroking softly between your thighs.

“..Josh-”

He’d connected your lips again before you were able to say much more. A knee slipped between your legs, parting them further as his hand left your head to hike the dress up a little. He pawed at your thighs, soft sounds spilling into your mouth when your hands found his face, cupping his jaw on either side as you guided the kiss. His thigh pressed further up against you, a strange twisting beginning in your gut.

Heavy panting filled the room momentarily, goosebumps raised along your arms. Josh’s available hand found your zipper, about to pull it down when he was reminded of the original objective, of the time constraint, and he came to a conclusion. Albeit, not one he was in agreement with, but one he understood.

You both pulled apart, slightly flushed, and a silent understanding flashed in your eyes. Josh helped you straighten yourself up, a sudden honk of your ride outside alerting you both you were out of time.

Checking your appearance in the mirror, you winced at the sight of the hickey he’d left at the base of your neck.

“..oh, shit.”

You murmured, knowing it was cutting it far too close to try and find some way to cover it now. Josh’s hands found your zipper again, managing to get it to finally give. Maybe he’d just been playing it up earlier. He placed a kiss on the underside of your jaw and mumbled softly as guided you to the door.

“Eh.. let ‘em see it.”

[avieloves]

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Avery ✿ She/Her ✿ Eighteen ✿

Hii!! I’m Avery, welcome to my blog!!

TAKING REQUESTS!!

I’m relatively new to tumblr, but I’ve been writing for a hot minute!! Taking reqs <33

A little more about me; I’m an INFP, I live in Toronto, I’m a cat person, I love love love anything horror!!

English was always my favorite subject, so I love writing and reading!! I do art, mainly fanart, and I paint as well as traditional<3

My favorite fandoms Ive been in are UD and RDR2, I focus on writing for UD because RDR2 just makes me cry lmfao

Multi-fandom!!

I’m part of: I write for:

-Until Dawn - Until Dawn

-The quarry

-rdr2

-Re4

-BJH

OFF LIMITS:

-Non-con

-Pregnancy

-Incest

-Feet

-Large age gaps

-scat

-Watersport

-Attacker x victim

Where else can you find me?

This is my main blog, I take requests and messages as well as mainly interact through here! My C.ai is Lovers-moon, and though I don’t create often, I do take bot reqs!!