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hii could you write a needy/sub momo (twice) riding the resders strap? thank youu

Pairing: Sub!Momo/fem!Reader

Content: Established relationship, needy Momo with a praise kink, strap-on sex.

A/N: writing this on my phone cuz my laptop is busted but I’ll change the format later :)

“That’s it pretty girl…keeping riding that dick for me.”

You wanted to see Momo work for it. Watch her squirm under your gaze as her hips gyrate to take your strap deeper inside of her.

It’s not the first time she’s ridden you, but it’s also not a common occurrence. She was a little rusty, her rhythm slightly inconsistent and sloppy which you teased her for. She was a dance, perfecting her rhythm and focus in stage, but she was falling apart feeling the tip of your strap prodding on her sweet spot. What she really wanted was for you to take control. Yes, the teasing was fun, and she liked to see what she could do herself, but she wanted to feel your hands on her hips. Your touch is like fire, but you deprive her of it, wanting to see her work.

She was sinking down on you at a quicker pace now, but you were quick to notice that she wasn’t sinking all the way down. Her bare thighs were barely touching yours and you were feening for the contact.

“Oh baby, I know you can take more than that,” you tease and she whines.

“I want to cum!”

“Not without working for it,” you rebuffed.

You saw the look in her half-closed eyes. The haze of lust was easy to see past and you could sniff out the desperation. She could do it, she just needed someone to push her.

“C’mon baby, just sit all the way on my cock and rock those hips for me.”

As much control you had over her, you held your bit into your bottom lip and held your breath as you watched her pussy stretch to be able to take your strap. You knew she just needed a little bit of a push to take it all.

“Good girl. Fuck yourself on me, take what you need.”

You lay back, relax into the bed, and watch your baby begin to ride you. Momo’s little sighs of pleasure grow into full blown moans as she finally caught a steady rhythm to rock too. You watch her hips swirl as she takes all of the strap like a pro. Up-and-down she goes until she’s almost shaking.

“I-I can’t handle it, Y/n! P-Please fuck me!”’

Despite having all those inches inside, she was still begging for you to fuck her. Momo was desperate for you to allow her to lay her hands on your chest and for you to grab ahold of those hips and fuck up into her until she was seeing stars. A part of you wanted that too, but it was fun seeing her pleasure herself without you doing a thing.

“You’re just getting greedy now. My sweet baby needs me that bad?”

You words, loving on paper, but so cutting when you say them. The way you call her ‘baby’ is said with a slightly condescending tone. Momo’s not sure what’s prompting you to deprive both her and yourself of fucking her so good, but you stay in place. She does her best to muster up the energy to bounce harder, faster on your strap. It stretches her just to her limits. Momo feels like she's going to cum, but she holds back, not wanting to make herself cum on your strap when she'd prefer for you to make her cum.

"Baby please," she whimpers weakly, her head leaning forward as she her pace begins to slow down pathetically.

You smirk at her crumbling body. You didn't intentionally come off as cruel, but you can't help but to relish in how desperate she is for.

"C'mon pretty girl," you say sternly.

In a matter of seconds Momo is on her back and your pounding into her. Your necklace dangles in her face and brushes against her pink lips. She bites onto the gold medal to bring you in closer. You capture her lips in a rough, needy kiss. Momo claws at the skin of your ass to grab you and drag you in deeper into her. This was all she wanted.

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Sorry I've been MIA, but I'm working on stories now so if yall have any requests for tumblr or patreon stories you can send them in :)))

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Can you please do something with Elle Fanning for Sunday Sleepover?

Pairing: Elle Fanning/Reader

Summary: Picking up the last of your things from your ex's house has reader falling into old habits. WC: 2.8k Content: 2nd POV, ex-lovers, angst, bittersweet ending, complicated relationship/feelings, SMUT, oral sex/69. minors dni

Waiting more than a month to come and grab your shit from Elle's house was a mistake. The break-up had been too new, wounds too fresh, to want to see her immediately after is happened, but now you're standing at her front door with a pit in your stomach.

On the other side of the door was your reluctant ex-girlfriend. She could have anyone else handle this for her, but she felt like that would be a shitty and childish thing to do. She didn't hate you and you didn't hate her. The break-up was both amicable and bitter at the same time. There were things she could've done different and same with your, but it had been done.

You couldn't bring yourself to knock on her door, especially not after years of this being your home too. You gave her the key the day of the break-up turning everything into hers again. Now you stand here like some stranger waiting for her to just be able to sense your presence and open the door for you. That moment never comes so you finally work up the courage to just knock on the door. Five minutes later and you're faced with the woman you hadn't seen in a month. No, a month wasn't long in the grand scheme of things, but it felt like an eternity after five years together.

"Hi," she says weakly.

"Hi."

You two stand there, looking at everything but each other. It was so awkward which made it painful. You were never suppose to feel awkward with your Elle.

"Can I...?"

"Oh, of course!"

She steps to the side and makes space for you to come in. There was no hug, no kiss, and no declarations of 'I missed you' that usually occurred in this entryway.

There was a bitter taste in your mouth as you walked inside. Everything had been exactly the same yet felt somewhat colder. Maybe it was the pictures of you two that had been taken down or it was the lack of color from the paintings you've decorated the walls with over the years.

"Everything's upstairs. The rest of your stuff, I mean."

"Okay."

Elle wasn't sure if she should follow you or help you gather whatever else you needed from here. She stood there not knowing what to do as you went upstairs to what used to be your shared bedroom. If she were to join and help you, she fears it would give them sign that you want her shit gone from her place. In reality she wished you would've forgotten about that stuff or just left it behind. It wasn't anything of importance, but it was reminders of you that were now going to be gone. She'd have nothing left of you here.

The bedroom had changed significantly. New bed sheets and comfortable, the desk had been removed, and the floor had no colorful rug on it anymore. The bedroom was the one place Elle wanted no traces of you knowing it would keep her up at night.

You can't blame her for wanting the change, you had to do similar things too, but it still stung. It left you in a daze that you were only brought out of by her.

"Hey," her voice catches you off guard.

When you turn around she's leaning against the door frame.

"How are you?" She continues.

She wasn't being nosey to see if you moved on, nor was she forcing small talk, her words are sincere.

"Considering all the things happening in my life, I'm fine. How about you?"

"I'm okay."

You knew it was partially the truth. She wasn't happy and neither were you. Maybe it would've been better if there was some devastating event that ended your relationship instead of the bitter reality that you two wanted different things in life. The photos that once littered the walls were ones of two girls in their early 20s who thought they had it all figured out. Getting older was the reality check that your lives were going in two separate directions instead of growing together. That's more harder to reckon with than the fact someone, or maybe both of you, fell out of love.

"You don't sound okay."

Elle pauses, not sure of what you're trying to do. Where you truly concerned or trying to test her?

"I'm okay, Y/n," she says sternly. It's the first time in what feels like years that's she's called you by your first name. Even when it was the thick of the break it was still 'honey' and 'baby' that rolled off her lips. Now its the cold mumbling of your name.

"Sure."

You go back to find all the things you've left behind. Elle was still standing there, leaning against the door just watching you. You wondered why she'd want to just watch you as if this wasn't painful for her. Every time you glanced at her from the corner of your eyes it looked like she had something to say. You had said all you needed to say, yet you were hoping she would bring something up, anything. When you realized she wasn't going to be the one to budge, you decided to be the one to make effort.

"I hope you're okay, Elle. I really mean it," you say sincerely.

She rolls her eyes in a playful way, but deep down she hated that this is what your relationship had come to.

"You don't have to play cordial with me. We don't have to be friends or anything."

"I'm not trying to be your friend," you pause before you let the rest of your unfiltered thoughts slip out of your mouth, "I don't think we could be the exes that can be friends."

"Why do you say that?" She's genuinely curious of what your answer will be, even if it might be one that offends her.

"I'm just saying...do you really think we could watch each other move on right in each other's faces? I've known you for a decade, and have loved you the entire time. We're high school sweethearts in a way. I'm not saying you don't deserve to move, but I would be lying if I said it wouldn't crush my entire soul. I love you and all but...I'm not ready to be hurt like that."

Elle was your first love and she was someone you thought would be your only love. She's an amazing, gorgeous woman, she is bound to find someone new that loves her. She deserves happiness more than anyone you know, but you deserve happiness too, and happiness is not seeing your first love love someone other than you.

The words come crashing down around Elle as she hasn't even begin to think about a life without you in it even after not speaking to you for a month. You've always been here in her life, but the reality was that you didn't want to be in it anymore. That was a hard pill to swallow. Elle was at a loss for words, not sure if there anything to say to convince you or make. All she could do was accept things for what they are, but she wouldn't let go so easily.

"Can you just promise me something?"

"What is it, Ellie?"

It's like her breath gets caught in her throat as soon as she begins to speak. She doesn't think you've ever looked so beautiful in your life despite the bags under your eyes from the restless nights. If you were to reject her in this moment she doesn't know what she would do. However, if she doesn't try, she'll regret this moment until the day she dies.

"Can we have just one last time together?"

She knows you so well.

You wished you knew that the last time you were intimate together would be the last time so you could've made it as special as possible, lasting as long as you could to please her. It was the last thing you needed to heal, but one night wouldn't hurt. Maybe getting one last chance would help.

"Okay."

You give in so quickly she's shocked, but she shouldn't be. She shouldn't be shocked that you missed the way her lips meld against yours as if you two were made for each other. Elle truly believed that was the truth, but the break-up and the month that followed had her questioning things. She needed to know for sure.

You welcome her into your arms as if this was like the old times. She doesn't smell like of her usual citrusy and sunny perfume. Instead her skin smelled clean, perfect conditions to have the smell of your union cling to her skin. You kiss the taut skin of her neck and she inhales sharply. She's sensitive, not having been touched for a month. She hadn't even touched herself even on the nights filled with sexual frustration. It was like she was waiting for you to come back and mark her in the way she was used to.

You suck on her pale skin until there was a trail of bruising kisses on her skin. The marks were usually a badge of honor she didn't bother to hide in the comfort of her own home. Your grip her hips always left faint bruises in the shape of your finger tips. When you were apart the marks served as a reminder of what you two had done. Elle wish they would last forever after tonight instead of gradually fading as time pressed on.

"Oh my god, Y/n."

She moans your name as if you were already touching her between her legs. You haven't seen her this needy in a long time.

You end up sitting on the edge of the bed with Elle straddling your thigh. She grinds her clothed sex against your thigh, tossing her hair to the side to get it out of her face. She captures your lips and kisses you feverishly. You grab her hips and help her grind against you. She's whimpering into your mouth causing a vibration to rumble through your entire body. It makes you go feral, to taste her on your lips like this after you've been starved. Usually you were much more teasing, but right now you didn't care if she came against you.

"It's okay baby...let go," you encourage her.

The dampness between her legs made her pussy cling to the cotton panties she wore. You could feel how wet she despite the barrier. It turned you on and made you groan at the cooling sensation. You look up at her and watch her face twist in pleasure, her mouth wide open and eyes closed.

"Fuck you're so pretty."

The light dusting of pink on her cheeks matches the color on her chest. She wore a white tank-top, no bra. Her nipples poked through the fabric as if trying to seduce you. You almost cause a rip in the shirt with the way you pull down the top so you could take one of her nipples in your mouth. You suck harshly as she keeps rocking against you, her orgasm on the brink of smashing into her. She was overwhelmed by the attention after the month of neglect. Her brain was short circuiting after humping on you like a dog in heat.

"Give it to me baby, I know you're close."

Elle was use to the encouragement as you always loved to praise her words. Your words are dipped in honey as if you never had anything bitter to say about her. The arguments and mentions of each other's flaws seemed to be forgotten and it was if everything was normal again. Elle could close her eyes and imagine this was just like any other day where you two were too horny to keep your hands to yourself.

She lets out a sharp breath as she begins to cum against your thigh. Elle was making a mess in her panties as she reached her high. She continued to rock against your thigh until it became too much. With her body becoming so pliant, you were able to get her on the bed and now you were hovering over her. You pull her panties down her legs and you stare at the cum that clings to the cotton fibers. Your eyes move to her center and she's so wet and messy. You almost salivate at the sight. You don't waste another second dropping to your knees in front of her to bury your face into her cunt.

"Oh my god honey!"

Elle wanted to push your head away, to tell you she's had enough, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She's never going to experience this again, the feeling of your wild tongue exploring every inch of her pussy and making her cry. So she savors it, no matter how overwhelming it is. Her fingers glide through your hair as she closes her eyes and feels every little thing. From the softness of your tongue to how your saliva drips onto her flesh. She moans your name so sweetly, like it's a prayer of some sort. She tastes so good, the best thing you've ever tasted in your life.

"Y/n-" she starts, trying the best to get the words out, but you're eating her so good that she struggles to form a sentence. Her eyes begin to roll in the back of her head when she feels your fingers prodding at her hole. It was clear that your mission was to make her lose her mind and it was working. You were lost in the taste and feeling of her pink flesh.

"Y/n!" She says louder this time. You think she's about to cum again, but then she starts grabbing at you as if something's wrong.

You reluctantly pull away and furrow your brows in confusion at her. She keeps grabbing at you with this desperate look on her face and it isn't for a minute that you realize what she wants.

You rarely ever did it, always preferring to have her on top, but Elle always indulged when you sat on her face. She begged to feel your full weight come down on her face as she buried her tongue in your pussy. This times her pleas were full of a need and want that you haven't heard from her before.

"Please, baby, please...let me taste you," Elle's voice cracks as she begs. You have no other choice than to placate her.

Your pants come off along with your panties and you're straddling your ex-girlfriend's face. She finally gets to see how wet and worked up you got. Your cunt pulses in excitement as you don't take time to worry about crushing her. She devours your pussy the moment it's within reach of her tongue. You moan into the air, raking your hands up your body as you relish in the feeling of her tongue slipping in and out of you. Just like Elle, you haven't touched yourself either. You were too sad to masturbate, besides nothing would compare to this.

Her hands splays against your back and you take it as a sign. You bend over and find your face buried in her pussy again. It was hard to concentrate when Elle was doing her very best to make you scream. There were moments when you had to pull away from her cunt and just rub her clit so you could moan out loud.

"Holy shit baby," you moan breathlessly. She was always good, but it's like she had gotten better somehow.

You began to grind against her face for a quicker taste of relief. Elle didn't stop you or hold your hips in place like she normally would. She let you take everything you needed from her no matter how wild you got. She was able to capture your clit in her mouth and she sucked until you were seeing stars. The strangled cry of pleasure you let out of your mouth was almost embarrassing, but you didn't care as pleasure crashed into you. Her nails dig into the soft skin of your ass, the pain adding to the pleasure and twisting inside of you.

Somewhere in between your high and the cooldown, Elle cums again too. She got so worked up that she needed to release again and it was the taste of you in her mouth and her hard nipples grazing against her body the that set her alight.

Now you two lay sweaty and panting on the bed you used to call your own. Regret begins to seep in quickly. You didn't regret pleasing her and letting her do the same to you. It was regret for thinking one last taste was enough to linger on your tongue forever. You could spend the entire night together and it would still never be enough because it wouldn't be the lifetime you promised you'd share together.

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We need more Kirsten Stewart PLEASE

Pairing: Kristen Stewart/Fem!Reader

Summary: Bored at the bar, you accidentally do something to bring out the possessive side of your girlfriend. WC: 1.7k Content: 2nd POV, established relationship, teasing, jealousy, public sex, oral sex (reader receiving). A/N: Not edited so all mistakes are my own

You were at a bar you really didn't want to be at because your girlfriend dragged you here. It was one of Kristen's friends birthday, but it was one of her friends you didn't know that well. You couldn't help a little out of place no matter how hard you tried. There were jokes and past moments that you just didn't get or know about which left you being more silent than usual and circling the rim of your glass with your finger.

That awkward feeling that comes with feeling like you don't belong had your mind wandering elsewhere. You took to watching the people around you to pass the time, coming up with random life stories for them to entertain yourself. No one had noticed your lingering gaze, until you accidentally made eye contact with one guy across the bar.

*'Shit'

You quickly pulled your gaze away from the strangers around you and to the people you were more acquainted with, playing it off to seem like just a passing glance. However, you could still feel eyes burning into the side of your face. You slightly turn your and look at the corner of your eye only to catch the person's gaze again. Your cheeks began to burn as now the first look revealed itself to not be a coincidence.

Just a simply glance had this stranger reading too much into things, and soon you had the bartender coming up to you, setting down another glass of the same drink in front of you.

"From the gentleman across the bar," she winked at you as if she was the one flirting with you.

She said it loud enough to catch the attention of your girlfriend, but not enough for her friend's to hear. Kristen turned to you, finally giving you her full attention for the first time tonight. She picked up the glass and took a sip, it was your usual order. How did this asshole know your order?

"Looks like you've got a secret admirer," Kristen teases you, but her tone of voice lets you know that she's not being completely lighthearted about it. It wasn't your fault some stranger didn't know you were taken and sent you a drink, but it's not like she has to be happy about the situation either.

"I-"

You were at a loss for word, as if you got caught for doing something bad. He was still staring at you when you looked back in his direction, this time with a satisfied smirk on his face. Kristen followed your gaze and her eyes landed on the man who's been having a one-sided staring contest with you at the bar.

"Oh, that who's got your attention?" Kristen was tempted to pull the same stunt and send him a drink, only with a message loud and clear; you're not her type.

Instead, Kristen opted for a more sensible approach. She grabbed your face, her fingers brushing against your soft skin, and she kisses you. It's nothing too intense, but it was firm. It was one of those 'safe' PDA kisses that Kristen used sparingly, when she wanted to send a message. You felt yourself melting in your seat and you felt like you were going to fall off your bar stool. It was you who turned the heat up like you were the jealous girlfriend. You knew Kristen was trying to mark her territory, but you relished in the attention after sitting here bored out of your mind.

When you pulled away there was a spark in her eyes. She looked over to your admirer and noticed he was no longer look at the two. She had won.

You were the real winner though, feeling showered in affection as Kristen for the rest of the night. It turned you on so much to see her get jealous and possessive over you. Her hand stayed on your thigh and she kept you close. You knew she also felt the tension from the situation because her hand kept inching up your thigh. All your attempts to lean into her more, laying your head on her shoulder as she talked and resting your hand on her lower back, didn't get her to budge. Not until you placed her hand between your thighs and squeezed them as if to say 'can you feel how hot I feel for you'?

"You must be starved for attention. First you try to make me jealous and now you're trying to get me to touch you in front of everyone at the bar."

You were being pushed into a bathroom stall with a big smile on your face. Kristen sits down on the seat while you stand in front of her. Somehow you still feel small in the position. She wraps her arms around your waist and pull you closer into her. With her teeth she takes the fabric of your shirt between her teeth and moves it to exposed a bit of your skin. She kisses the skin of your lower belly and you feel fluttering inside of you.

"Am I not good enough for you?" She wasn't serious in her question, but it made your breath hitch. In no way did you have a wandering eye, but Kristen's need to remind you who you belong to had you feeling giddy.

You bend down and kiss your girlfriend the way you wanted to out there in front of all of those people. Her lips were soft and tender against yours. The drinks you both had tonight mixed on your lips as tongues bumped against each other. You were just as possessive as her, maybe even more with the way you gently bit at her bottom lip. Not even the noise from outside or people walking in and out of the bathroom could stop you. You felt sleazy for hooking up in the bathroom of a bar, but it was all too thrilling to stop.

Her hand was between your thighs again, but this time she was rubbing your clit through panties. You inhale sharply at the sensation against your sensitive bud. You already know the moment she slides those panties down your pretty legs she's going to tease your for being so wet. You can feel just how slick you are with arousal and you want nothing more than Kristen to do something about it.

"Mmm, keep going...just like that," you hum, lightly grinding against her touch.

Kristen didn't apply anymore pressure when she noticed you moving your hips. She wanted to watch you become a needy mess, begging for her.

"Feels good when I tease you?" Kristen was whispering, voice barely audio over the noise from outside. She wanted to dear you to keep your voice low, but after some loser trying to get into your pants she wanted to hear you moan for her.

You nod your head desperately. You always proclaimed to hate being teased, but sometimes you found it to be the most fun part for you. It was easy for Kristen to get you worked up and every time you folded like a chair.

"You're going to have to tell me what you want for me to make you feel good. And no whining about it."

She knew you so well, knew you liked for her to lead the dirty talk. You never had to vocalize what you wanted too much because Kristen was intuitive and knew what every whine and moan meant. But now that you've been limited and can't whine and pout you felt your body heat up.

"Show me that I'm yours."

"How?"

"I-I want you to eat my pussy."

The words burn in your mouth. It's not like you've never uttered them to her before, but within earshot of others was new. But, your wish was Kristen command. The panties come down and your legs are spread wide. She was still sitting with you standing which made for a slight awkward position, but she was at the perfect height to taste you. She grabbed your bare ass under your skirt and brought your pussy to her mouth.

"Fuck!"

You were louder than desired, but how could you give a damn when you had your girlfriend's wet tongue burying itself into your cunt?

Your legs were shaking with excitement as Kristen lapped at the sensitive bud she was just teasing earlier. Your pussy was swollen with arousal, your folds a lush, soft dream to run her tongue through. The harsh grip you had on her head was unintentional, but you needed her to stay there.

There was no doubt about who belonged to when her name was rolling off your lips like a song. No one had entered the bathroom for the last few minutes and you're sure someone had warned others about the two people fucking in the bathroom. You enjoyed the privacy, letting loose and really moaning Kristen's name. Every chant of her name made her lick you harder until she was sucking on your poor clit. Her strong hands squeeze your ass one more time before she moves one hand between your legs. You feel two fingers prod at your entrance which you happily accept. You were full and had a wet mouth on your clit, what more could you ask for?

"Shit baby! You're going to make me cum!"

"Cum all over my mouth honey," Kristen whispers against your cunt.

She didn't want to pull away, loving how sweet you tasted. She was nothing short of obsessed with you, and even though that moment at the bar was nothing, the thought of someone else having you tore her up inside. She wanted to keep you fucked and satisfied so there wasn't even a chance for another person to enter your mind. Her mission seemed easy to complete when she felt you trembling against her and heard her moan for you.

"Fuck!"

You came harder and quicker than you had expected. The wave of pleasure that washes over you almost causes you to collapse. You felt so dirty and you loved every second of it. Kristen kept sucking at your clit and fingering you until your pussy got so tight around her fingers that she almost couldn't move them anymore. She moaned against you at the warm sensation surrounding her fingers.

If it's always going to end like this, you've got to make your girlfriend jealous more often.

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Hey, I'm sorry if this is a weird request but could you please do Madelyn Cline and Sydney Sweeney x dom!reader threesome and reader is like mean and degrading them?

Pairing: Dom!Reader/Sydney Sweeney/Madelyn Cline

Summary: Reader indulges her girlfriend Sydney in a fantasy of hers. She just didn't know she'd be so into it. WC: 0.9k Content: 2nd POV, implied FWBs, threesome, D/s elements, oral sex (reader receiving), degradation. A/N: Format is cooked because I have no laptop of my own right now so yay

After the week you had, you knew you deserved not one, but two girls pleasing you in the way you need. You could've called anyone over to your place. When scrolling through your phone your fingered hovered over the name of a contact you knew to be so eager to please.

"You can come over tonight, but bring a friend."

If you told Sydney to jump for you, she'd ask how high. You aren't sure what made her that way with you or how it happened, but you took advantage of it without guilt. She had plenty of gorgeous friends to bring with her and your heart raced wondering which one of them she would bring. She had pulled up to your door with a new, but slightly familiar face. Madelyn. You have seen her around, mostly with Sydney and rarely in person. She was Sydney's good friend, but she didn't carry the same reputation as Sydney. It made you wet thinking about how Sydney was more than willing to offer up a new friend for you to use. Just 10 minutes after inviting them in and you were relaxed against your couch, glass of wine in hand, and two pretty girls between your legs.

You flicked through Netflix as if you were just having a regular Friday night. Part of the thrill, especially for your eager slut like Sydney, was that you acted like they were invisible; just toys to fulfill your needs.

Sydney's wet, soft pink tongue lapped at your clit. She loved the way you tasted. It was intoxicating. She always worked hard to make you whine and moan louder for her, but somehow she never managed to make you budge to her liking. Instead of being discouraged though, she just worked harder to hear you praise her. You do praise her, but not before

degrading her to see how much it'll motivate her.

"C'mon Syd, you can do better than that. Stop giving me those useless kitten licks and make me cum. Be a good example for your slut friend."

After that she went from licking your clit to sucking on it all while her friend Madelyn was licking your slit, her tongue prodding at your hole. She was good, but it's clear she didn't have as much experience as Sydney in being a mouth slut. You sort of enjoyed it, seeing that it was an opportunity to break in a new slut and add her to your roster.

You peel your eyes away from the TV and look down at them doing their very best to please you. They were trying everything to hear your filthy words turn into one of praise. Madelyn's tongue began to slip dangerously closer to your asshole, something she thought would work, but you didn't take well to the teasing.

"Aht-aht slut," you grab the back of her and move her lower so her tongue was pressed against your asshole. "No teasing. Sydney you need to teach your friends better before you bring them to me."

Sydney hummed in affirmative against your pussy before wrapping her lips around your clit, trying to make up for her mistake. You knew she was working hard, but she could come harder. And what motivated Sydney greatly was making her feel like she was doing her best.

"Two fucking greedy whores...you're lucky I even let you touch this pussy." They can't get enough of your taste, still licking and sucking through the verbal abuse. "You'll never be able to get more than this if you two don't make me cum more than once tonight."

Madelyn expected this to be a one time thing, but the possibility of more exploration and play excited her, making her eager to be the one that pleases you the most. Her friendship with Sydney was becoming a rivalry as it was every woman for herself when it came to receiving your praise and pleasure. She moves up and her tongue tries to get a taste of her clit despite Sydney have her soft lips wrapped around it. Madelyn was giving her a run for her money and you were impressed. Their two tongues began to dance around your clit, neither one of them wanting to share, but you forcing them to.

"Be good," you say sternly. You were now concentrating on your pleasure more than putting them down. Playing nice together will help them achieve their reward, but they were too blinded by a lust-fueled jealousy that made them fight for your clit. Your legs trembled as you felt the familiar pit in your stomach begin to ache. You grabbed a fistful of both of their hair and began to grind.

Your hips moved sloppily and you weren't even sure who's tongue was giving you the most pleasure, but it didn't even matter.

"Don't fucking stop! You're going to make me cum!"

Each girl felt like your message was directly for them and not the other. You truly didn't care who was the one making you cum when you felt the sweet release crash into your body. A weeks worth of tension just slipped out of your mind and you were filled with pleasure.

In your state of bliss you watch how Sydney and Madelyn's tongue began to meld together and they sloppily made out with each other over your cunt. You stare at them with a half-lidded gaze, the two of them sharing your arousal and moaning at the sweet taste of you. It was so hot that you almost had a word of praise on your lips for them...almost.

"Don't think we're done just because you've made me cum once."

You were serious about needing to cum more than once. But, truthfully the most fun part was watching Sydney and Madelyn do their best to be the one to impress you the most. Sloppy kisses and dripping arousal, they just wanted to hear you lobby your filth at them.

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i love all of ur kylie jenner fics!!!! 😫😩 its so rare to see anything written of her 💔 i'm so happy i found ur blog!!!!

Thank you for reading! I don't think people really write for those kind of celebs/influencers like they use to, so I'm glad I can fill that void for some people!!!

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We need Madison Bailey smut there's a serious lack

Pairing: Madison Bailey/Reader

Summary: On one of the hottest days of the year, reader and her best friend ditch a party for time on the beach. WC: 1.7k Content: 2nd POV, friends to lover (sort of), teasing, semi-public sex, tribing.

The sun was making its slow descent under the horizon while the house party left behind continued to rage on. The further you and Madison walked down the beach, the louder waves were. Soon the music began to bleed out completely and all you could hear was the waves, your breathing, and the sound of your best friend giggling beside you.

It was Madison's idea to ditch the party she brought you to and you quickly found yourself following behind her as she led you out. She had to duck and dodge a few people before finally she felt the freedom of the salty air hitting her face. Now she pulls you as you walk along the shoreline, wet sand creating a trail of the path you two walk. Your heart begins to flutter when you see how the sun hits the side of her face and makes her glow.

That feeling, the one of butterflies forming violently inside of you, has been happening for a few months now. However, you kept it to yourself in fear of ruining what you and Madison have. She's like your best friend even if your friendship is only a few years old. It feels like you've known her your entire life.

"Where are you taking me?" You ask playfully.

"I don't know. Just away from...that," she gestures back to the house. The party was okay, but Madison felt like it was the last place she needed to be. She needed to be somewhere with you, without the distracting noise.

She ends up stopping near some rocks, a more secluded part of the beach. You've been here a few times before, but have never explored this part of the beach. A part of you felt scared being this far out, but then you began to feel childish for thinking that way. You were with Madison, and you trusted that she knew this place like the back of her hand.

"I wish we would've brought a towel or something. You're wearing white shorts."

Madison looks down at herself as you point to her shorts. She doesn't think twice about taking off the big hoodie she had keeping her warm in to lay it on the ground to protect you both from the sand. When you two sit to face the ocean you hear Madison take in a deep breath.

"I'm glad we got away," she says calmly. You look over at her and she's staring at the ocean before her. The waves are pretty, but you find her much prettier. You don't have much to say so you just turn to face the ocean too. If you could, you would stay like this forever.

The moments of tranquility pass by seamlessly and the sun is barely visible now. Faint stars begin to pop up in the sky and you're so enamored by the beautiful sight in front of you that you don't even notice how Madison grabs your hand and places it in your life. It takes a few pets of your hand for you to notice that you no longer have control over your left hand.

"What are you doing?"

"I don't know...just..."

You chalked it up to the two beers she had at the party. She traces a circle on the palm of your hand and for some reason you feel ticklish. You laugh and gently pull your hand away. She joins in on your laughter, not fully understanding either.

"I think you're a little tipsy," you say teasingly, earning an eye-roll.

"I'm not drunk," she says with a grin.

Her words kind of linger, which is unlike her. Usually she'd poke back at you in an attempt to prove you wrong, but she just kind of looked at you with a look you've never seen from her before. She reached out and grabbed your hand again, and this time you let her. She began to trace the circle again. You felt yourself shiver and you don't know if it's from the cool breeze or the way she touches you. You were getting turned on from Madison simply touching you.

There was a look of uncertainty on your face that you didn't know was there until Madison spoke up. "What's wrong?" Her question makes you hesitate about whether you want to tell her the truth or not. Something moves you to choose the truth.

"You have that hungry look in your eyes," your voice is low and quiet, barely above a whisper. "Like you want to eat me up or something."

"You think?"

You nod your head. Her naivety to her own behavior didn't seem insincere, but there was no way that she didn't know what she was doing to you. You swore Madison could read your mind sometimes, she has to know. She looks at you like she knows.

She drops your hand to place hers on your knee. Madison looks at your body with deep concentration, like she's never seen it before. She doesn't know what's gotten into her, but she's got the urge pulling her towards something impulsive. She uses her finger to trace your skin again, but this time her finger dragged down your thigh and near your shorts. They gathered a little to expose your skin since you were sitting down. A shiver ran down your spine, goosebumps forming as she touched your skin idly.

"Is this okay?"

You don't speak, just nod your head like you're too shy to be around your best friend. Your voice would crack if you opened your mouth, but you wanted to let her know she had all the permission in the world. You used your body to let her know, leaning in and kissing her on a whim. It felt like the right thing to do while she was in such a curious state. She stilled against your lips for a few seconds and in those few seconds a panic began to rise, but it quickly subsided when she began to kiss you back. How natural it felt to have her lips move against yours confirmed your suspicions that Madison could read your mind.

The kiss, at first pensive and sweet, became a little more rough, with Madison poking her the tip of her tongue against your lips to get you to open up. You were overwhelmed by the taste of beer on her tongue and how she climbed on top of you. She kissed you like she truly wanted you, not like she was just doing this out of obligation or to tease you. There was a curiosity and want in the way she touched you.

"Is this okay, Y/n?" She asks you again, this time breathless with lip gloss smeared against her lips. Again, you don't give her a verbal response, but a physical one. You grab the back of her head and bring her back to your lips. She has no idea how long you've fantasized about exactly this.

Things escalate when you feel Madison press her body against yours and grinds absentmindedly against you. You lay down, not caring about the little bits of sand that may get on your uncovered hair. Madison has her hands placed on both sides of your head to assert some dominance. She cages you in physically just like she has emotionally.

She reluctantly pulls back from you and she has that wild look in her eyes again. Her fingers hook in your shorts and she begins to pull them off. You help her by lifting your butt off the ground and soon your lower half is completely bare. The ocean's air hitting your bare sex makes you inhale sharply. Madison is too busy taking her own shorts off to take in the sight of how your cunt drips for her, but once she's no longer occupied she spreads your legs apart. You're not sure what she wants to do since she just looks down at your wet pussy. She could do whatever she wanted to you; rub your clit, finger your pussy, or lean down and eat you out until you have tears running down your face. You would welcome all of it. Instead she moves to straddle you and her pussy hovers above yours.

"Madi-"

You moan her name before you were even feeling the pleasure of her wet sex pressed up against yours. So when she does actually lower herself down, you're in heaven. The wetness is cooling against your warm flesh making you moan her name in hushed delight. She seems to like that because it makes her swirl her hips to catch the friction. Her movements are slow and torturous for not only you, but herself. There is still a block of apprehension inside of her that has yet to melt. She knows what the implications of her actions are, but she's not really thinking with her head the moment your clit begins to roll over hers.

"Oh my god," she whines, "you feel so good...so wet..."

She's never done this before, rubbed her pussy against someone else's. The fact that she's with her best friend is both comforting and scary. You feel like heaven against her. You're wet and sticky and together you make a bigger mess that clings to both your thighs and drips onto the hoodie below.

You lay there, propped up on your elbows as you watch her do her thing. Feeling your eyes on her body motivated Madison to put on a show. Soon her pace had gotten faster, sloppier, as the pleasure became overwhelming. She moans loudly into the Summer air, like she doesn't care if you two get caught. You begin to care less and less as Madison stops at a rhythm that works well for the both of you.

"I wanna cum Madi! I want you to make me cum!"

You hate to sound so desperate but you truly are. You were at the whims of your best friend and she had no clue how deep your feelings for her run. The high you two chase together makes your heart swell and burst when you reach your climax. Feeling the gush of your juices against her pussy makes her groan, and she can't help but cum right after you.

By the time it was completely dark out, you two were nothing but tangled limbs and breathless. Not a single word was said between you two, even as you cleaned up and headed back to the party, but words weren't necessary.

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pt.2 for your kylie jenner ficcccc

pairing: Kylie Jenner/Reader

Summary: College!AU. After hooking up with each other, Kylie finds herself looking at her best friend in a different light. Part two to this fic.

content: 2nd POV. AU, Friends with benefits, teasing, slight (very slight) slut-shaming, teasing, dirty talk, oral sex.

There's a first time for everything, and what happened on their night together was something Kylie didn't want to stop. One time had quickly turned into two which snowballed into 4, 5 more times. She had made a promise to you two were best friends, and best friends would do anything for others. Even if that thing was 2 am booty calls.

Over the course of the fall semester the hook-ups between you two became more frequent until it got to a once a week point. There was always some excuse attached to it.

"I'm stressed because of this exam."

"I couldn't hook-up with what-their-face, so now I'm horny."

"I'm bored."

They were excuses that really weren't needed, but it was always Kylie who seemed to need to cover her tracks whenever she came over to your apartment. Every time you welcomed her in and accepted her advances because that's what best friends do. Her sex drive was unsurprisingly much higher than yours and she was the main one who was coming back time and time again for more. You chalked it up to a streak of bad luck of not being able to find a suitable partner despite the number of people on campus. A first you felt like a back-up choice, but once you saw that you were the first choice you felt appreciated instead of used. Quickly the friendship was turning into one with benefits and you didn't complain because you got to get off too with someone who is so eager to please like Kylie. It was just something to pass the time for you, which isn't exactly how Kylie saw it.

At this point Kylie felt like you two were a couple and that's all that should matter. She was allowed to be more affectionate with you without it causing the air to turn stiff. You were receptive to her kisses, hugs, and even cuddled her. But this all happened in the privacy of your respective apartments when Kylie wanted something more.

It wouldn't be hard to go out and find someone else to give her the same thing, but Kylie began to question whether or not someone else could provide her with the same feeling you do. She doesn't know which night in particular it was, but somewhere along the line something in here was triggered and she found herself looking at you in a very different light. However, she wasn't bold enough to come out and ask you what all of this meant. Instead she knew the only way to get her answers was to play it coy and see what she could get you to admit.

The outfits got skimpier, the nights got dirtier, and sometimes it was on display for people to see.

Not wanting to be patronizing, but you cautioned Kylie about letting loose a little too much. You had seen her act like is before and knowing her so much you knew she was doing this for someone. Who that person is is unknown to you, but you just knew that she was being extra to grab the attention of somebody. Her posts online got more frequent with pictures that bordered on scandalous. They were the most thirst-trappiest pictures you've ever seen. Though you began to feel bad when you tried giving Kylie a warning because you saw how her face fell. You stumbled through your words as you tried to walk it back, not trying to shame your best friend, but little did you know that that wasn't the issue for her. You weren't fawning over her like she had intended. You saw all the make-up she had put on and the cleavage she showed and didn't have a single thing to say about it. She only sat there pouting at you because she felt like you were so oblivious.

"It doesn't matter what you post, I'm sorry. It's not my place to say what you should or shouldn't do."

"No, it's okay Y/n. You're just looking out for me."

You're not convinced by her words due to the tone of her voice. Kylie avoids even looking at you now and you feel like an asshole. That's when you realize the only way to remedy this is to make her forget about what you said in some other way.

"Why don't you come over?"

"Right now?" Kylie asked as if she wouldn't drop everything and be there at a moment's notice. You could tell her to jump and she'd say how high. It was almost scary to her how quickly she became infatuated with you.

"Yeah, why not? I'm here alone and I'm sure we can find something to watch."

Both of you knew nobody was going to be watching anything, but you felt a little sheepish just asking her to come over and fuck so you can make up for practically slut-shaming her. Kylie took the bait though and appeared at your door in five minutes. You didn't leave that far away from her, but five minutes feels like record timing for Kylie.

She drops her bag at the front door and leaves her keys on the kitchen island like she owns the place. Your roommate was gone for the weekend which she commonly did so that made your place the spot for your rendezvous with your best friend. Kylie suggested that you two should get a place together next school year, but you're not sure how it would work with living with your fuck buddy. As much as you enjoyed the moments of touching and pleasing each other, Kylie was still your friend at the end of the day and you were treading carefully to not ruin that.

However, you weren't careful enough because before either of you could make it to the bedroom (or hell even the couch), you were making out with each other.

The way Kylie touched you, the way she kissed you, you knew she must have a week's worth of tension built up. Last weekend was busy which meant you two didn't see each other at all. You have gone a whole summer without seeing Kylie, yet you've never seen her act like this before. It crosses your mind that perhaps you're opening an entire can of worms with this situation, but those thoughts quickly melt away when you feel Kylie cup your pussy through your pajama shorts.

"Someone's fucking eager," you say breathlessly between kisses. Every word that comes out of your mouth you manage to make it sound teasing. Kylie felt her heart squeeze and her pussy was getting wetter at the thought of you taunting her some more.

"I can't help it."

I missed you.

Kylie had to bite back every word she truly wanted to say, but it came out in the feverish kiss she pressed to your lips, cheek, and neck. You let her take control for just a brief moment because you knew how things ended up going. She will get needy and whiny, begging for you to fuck her, make her cum, just do whatever to her body that makes her feel good. Every time you happily oblige.

"Let's not fuck out here," you tell her, grabbing her hand to move it away from between your legs. Instead you grab it and lead her to your bedroom.

Each step down the hall Kylie feels her breath getting shorter. She has walked down this hall countless times before, but each time it gets harder as her secret wants to bubble up to the surface. It's always you, who is oblivious to her feelings, that drags her out of those thoughts. You push down onto the bed and crawl between her legs. Your soft lips capture hers again and this time you're the one in control. Call her selfish, but Kylie liked to just lay back and let you do whatever to her. She was a little lazy after you'd made her cum two or three times, but she was never a bad friend and she made sure to return the favor.

"I wanna try something new tonight," you mention coyly as you begin to pull down her sweatpants.

"Oh yea? What's that?"

"I really want to play with your ass tonight."

Lust dripped off of every word and it echoed in Kylie's head. The very first time you hooked-up with each other, you couldn't get enough of her ass and you still felt that way. The way her thick ass jiggle every time you slapped it or the noises it made when your skin joined together had you feeling like such a pervert. There had been times when you two had gone out with friends and Kylie drunkenly danced on you, her thick ass pressing into you. It drove you crazy. You wanted to drag her into the dingy bathroom stalls and get on your knees and eat her ass until she was moaning louder than the music that vibrated the walls. To say you were obsessed would be an understatement, but you always kept your play to just smack and grab her ass. Tonight you wanted things to be different.

Kylie just blinked at you for a few seconds. The hesitation was something new, and she had an unreadable look in her eyes. This is something she's never done before, and you know that, so she wonders if this will make things different between you two.

"Okay," she says breathlessly, but the affirmation just isn't enough for you. You want to hear her beg for it, but you let the moment simmer for a second.

You kiss between the valley of her breasts and look up at her like you're so grateful for her decision. Kylie wonders if you can feel her heart thumping against her chest. These feelings feel so unnatural to have for someone who is just supposed to be her best friend, but when you're kissing her and caressing her body, it's when she lets those feelings come out through her actions.

Kylie arches her back to try to feel more of your lips on her skin. You smirk at how she becomes like putty in your hands. You run your hands up her back, lifting her tank top in the process. Kylie feels you grab the latch of her bra and free her tits from the constraint of the fabric. She lifts her arms to help you pull her shirt off and she lays in front of you in nothing but some panties you were going to discard in seconds.

"You're so fucking sexy."

You bite into your bottom lip after making your confession. Sometimes you wonder if your words are a little too crass, but seeing that you've had your tongue buried inside of her cunt before, what you have to do is tame in comparison to what you're going to do to her tonight.

Kylie spreads her legs, her pussy lips spreading in the process. As much as she wanted you to dive in, you took your time. It was nothing but sweet torture as you caressed her soft skin and teased her dripping pussy. She knows exactly what you're waiting for and she willingly gives it to you.

"Please, Y/n...don't tease me today...I need you so bad."

You were taken by surprise at her bold declarative, especially knowing that you were going to be pushing her limit a little today. You almost feel bad for her when you notice the little pout on her plump lips. She's too spoiled, you think to yourself, but you're the one who's guilty of giving into her.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Eat my pussy...please?"

Since she asked so politely, you bury your face in her needy twat. Kylie's moan punches the air and she already begins to grind her pussy against your mouth. You were overwhelmed by the taste of her flooding your senses. This is probably your tenth time eating her pussy and you're surprised that tasting her always feels like the first time. She was the first pussy you've ever tasted in your life and you're not sure anyone can top her. Your mouth has grown to become skillful as you learned what exactly to do to drive her crazy. Kylie loved when you explored her pussy with your tongue only to find its way under the hood of her clit and pressing right into that sensitive bundle of nerves. It was hard for you to understand how she could withstand the onslaught of pleasure, but she barely did. In seconds her body began to thrash and she was shaking. An orgasm in two minutes would be record fucking timing, but seeing how she's acting you wanted to do it.

"Oh my god, Y/n!" She cries out your name like the sweetest melody.

As much as this is for her pleasure, eating her pink pussy gets you worked up too. You snaked your hand between your legs and the bed and began to rub yourself through your panties. If only Kylie could see how you were dripping right now because eating her pussy turns you on so much. You were moaning into her cunt so much that it sent vibration after vibration through her body. It felt so good, overwhelming, but absolutely good.

"I'm gonna cum! Make me fucking cum!"

The way she always begs make you eat or fuck her faster; this time was no different. You wrap your lips around her clit while your tongue assaults the precious button that cracks her wide open. You look up at her to see her pretty face scrunched in pleasure with one hand groping her breast and the other groping your purple bed sheets. She was going to leave a dripping mess on your bed, but you didn't give a damn. You wanted to encourage her to cum against your mouth, but you also didn't want to pull away from her precious pussy.

Kylie cums against your mouth with a strangled cry leaving her throat. You reluctantly pull your hand away from  your own pussy, but her hips buck so much that you have to hold her down. There is a slight pain in the way you roughly handle her that adds to Kylie's pleasure. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" She cries out loudly with no regard for which one of your neighbors could hear her.

"Holy shit! Y/n! I love....I-I love it!"

In the hard hitting daze of her orgasm, Kylie almost fucked up and made a confession. She loves what you're doing to her. She loves how you stretch her asshole out. She loves how you make her feel good and give attention. The rush of endorphins raging in her body had her feeling in love. It may not be love, but it feels somewhat close to it.

You watch with lust as your best friend's body shakes and ultimately collapses like an old bridge against the bed. Your hand had fallen from her clit, but you still had two fingers in her asshole. You didn't dare stop pumping them in and out of her tight hole. The sensitive ring had grown accustomed to the size of the fingers in it, so much so that when you did pull out there was the tiniest gape you've ever seen. You thought it was just as adorable as your friend's flushed out face.

"Come here, Ky."

It was rare that you ever held or cuddled Kylie after fucking her. It felt a little too intimate for what you too are, but you figure that after getting her ass fingered for the first time she needed some comfort. She laid comfortably in your arms, fitting like a puzzle piece. You didn't think much about it, just that your best friend was feeling a little bit more needy that showed through affection. You had no clue that every second that past your friend slipped deeper into her feelings for you.

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okay the inbox is closed again so any saturday sleepover request I didn't get to yesterday will be posted next saturday!

Saturday Sleepover 🌸🌕

I've hit a few milestones with the blog lately which is nice after starting over so I want to bring back Saturday Sleepovers today and have some fun today!

These will be short blurbs and I'll do as many as I can today! Send requests/ideas and be descriptive as you want ♥

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Sunday sleepovers? Hell yeah!

Maybe something with dom! Ruby Rose and inexperienced sub reader? Maybe a little innocence kink?

Pairing: Ruby Rose/Reader

Summary: After hearing about reader's secret, Ruby takes matter into her own hands to do something about it.

content: 2nd POV, unofficial friends with benefits, inexperienced!reader, shy!reader, innocence kink, slight teasing, D/s elements, sex toys, strap-on sex, pet names.

It was one thing for Ruby to hear that you've haven't had anyone go down on you, but it was another thing for her to hear that you haven't cum before.

"Are you serious sweetheart?"

You avoid her gaze as a sense of embarrassment set in. There was nothing you did wrong, but you couldn't help but feel abnormal for not having as much sexual experience as your peers. It was an assumption, but it plagued as you thought about past relationships where you've gone unsatisfied. You wondered if there was something wrong with you or if your partners simply weren't attracted to you in that way.

"Don't say it like that," you whisper at her. No one was around, but you didn't want her to mention it so loudly. When you finally look up at her she looks dumbfounded, as if she truly can't believe that you've never had an orgasm.

Ruby can see the look of sadness on your face and she wanted to wipe it away. She didn't mean to make you feel bad or tease you, in fact she found it a little bit cute, especially knowing she's going to be the first one to give it to you.

"It's okay, sweetie."

Every single time she called you sweetie or some other pet name, your heart felt like it was going to leap out of your chest. She swore you two were just friends and that she'd do anything for her friend, but did that mean helping you gain some experience?

It surely does, which is how you end up with your face covering your hand while she presses a vibrator to your clit.

"Relax for me," she positions her strap at your entrance. The low buzz from the vibrator was already overwhelming you, you didn't know how you'd be able to take her at the same time. However the tone of her voice commands that you listen to her and you find yourself relaxing like she asked you to. "Good girl...good fucking girl."

The sight of your pussy dripping and the little pink vibrator pressed to your clit was going to kill her. If she had known it would be so easy to get you on your back for her she would've done this along time ago. Your skirt was pushed up and your panties (which she intended to keep) were tossed somewhere in her room. She watches how you hold your breath as she slides in. You're gripping her strap hard and she's not sure if she'll be able to move in and out of you without hurting you.

"C'mon bunny I told you to relax."

You tried your best, but it felt impossible to do so. Your so-called "friend" was stretching you while calling you sweet names. You were wet beyond belief, but not having taken someone this size before had you needing a moment to adjust.

"Wait Ruby...just wait..."

And wait she did. She waited for what seemed to be a lifetime before you gave them go ahead to move. You just had to get use to her size and once you did pleasure began to bite at you.

Ruby wrapped her hand around yours and made you press the button on the vibrator to turn it up to the next setting. She knew that fucking you while giving some attention to your pretty clit was going to give you an intense orgasm, but a pretty girl like you deserved that after servicing so much and not receiving anything in return. Then the moans began to fly out of your mouth and your tits rocked with her thrust. Every time you moaned her name she just fucked you harder and faster. Ruby was as gentle as she could be, but oh how did fantasize about roughing you up a bit. You were so innocent to her at times and she wanted to ruin that so you could be hers forever.

"Pretty fucking pussy swallowing me whole. I want you to cum for me baby, all over me."

The sound of your skin slapping up against her made your head spin. You've only been fucked in missionary and this time is no different, but with Ruby everything felt much more intense and connected. She looked down at you like she wanted to devour you, like no has ever desired you before. She wanted to suck on your titties while her fingers were buried inside of you. She also wanted to eat your pussy until you were shaking with tears in your. Going straight to fucking you was a big leap, but she figured you two could explore later, right now she wanted to flood you with pleasure until your brain shut off.

"Ruby! I feel...I feel-"

You couldn't even describe it. You almost said you were going to cum, but it felt like you had cum a hundred times already since she started fucking you, that's how good it felt to you. But you were so wrong because when your real orgasm hit you it was like something came over your body. You legs tensed up and your back arched off the bed. You lost control as you cried out, almost dropping the vibrator until Ruby grabbed it and held it your clit herself. You felt a certain coolness wash over as your entire body vibrated. It was enough, more than enough, but Ruby wanted to take you higher. She pressed one more button and the vibrator was at it's strongest setting. Every moan you had to give was snatched away from you as you stilled and let him overwhelm you.

"That's it baby, that's it! Such a good fucking girl for me!"

Ruby was stunned by your body's reaction. She swears she felt little droplets of your juices splash against her bare pelvis. The vibrator sputtered in your juices and it sounded so nasty.

You lasted like that for another 30 seconds before your body couldn't take anymore. Ruby had pushed you tonight, but she wasn't mean. She turned the vibrator off and watched as you rolled over and dug your face into her sheets. Her heard you silently sobbing as she observed the sight in front of her. On the bed, underneath where you once were, was a wet spot that would embarrass you to no end if you saw it, but it was the hottest thing Ruby has ever since.

"Come here you."

She grabs you and scoops you into her arms. You weren't sobbing in regret, but out of disbelief. No one, no other man or woman, has ever made you feel that way before. You truly had no idea that sex could feel that way. Ruby was rough at the start, but ended so sweetly. She doesn't know exactly how much she just rewired your brain to be hooked on her and only her.

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please write something with madison beer for saturday sleepover!! 💕💕🦜🦜

pairing: Madison Beer/Reader

Summary: Reader crashes one of Madison's streams and Madison decides to have some fun with her.

content: 2nd POV, AU, Steamer!Madison, lots of teasing, dirty talk and light degradation, kissing, fingering.

"Aww look at her, she's blushing."

Madison had you in her lap, with her webcam right in your face. She was up late streaming when you decided to crash. You thought your presence would end the stream, knowing that there were thousands of eyes on you now, but Madison only asked you to stay.

"Isn't my girlfriend so pretty?" She asked the invisible audience

You watched the view counter going up, the game Madison had been playing was paused and she was having a conversation with her chat about *you. Your cheeks were so hot and you avoided looking at the computer screen, however Madison read the compliments aloud and it made your stomach churn. Any other time you would bat your lashes and giggle at her sweet compliments, but with so many eyes on you it was hard to swallow, especially with her hand stroking your bare thigh.

Madison knew what she was doing, and she was enjoying it. She leaned in to whisper in your ear, having a secret conversation with you while her audience watched. You couldn't respond or it would give you away. Madison you was putting you between a rock in a hard place and she was having fun with it.

"'We should kiss?'" Madison reads on of the messages in her chat. Lewd messages were nothing new to her seeing as a few are able to slip through the chat filter every once in a while, but she usually ignored them. Of course there were more dirtier ones than the one she read, but it's enough to get Lena flustered. "What do you think babe?"

You're frozen, unable to speak in fear your voice would crack. Madison's audience knew of you but rarely saw you. Just like how they couldn't see Madison's hand slipping into your panties.

"Stop being perverts," she reprimands her chat despite what she's doing to you now. "Don't want you guys making my girl uncomfortable."

Madison pressed her fingers into your clit as she spoke to her chat. You sat there in her lap, tight lipped and gripping the arm chair that was out of view. You don't know how you're going to be able to just sit here while she touches you and not even given the smallest reaction. Madison had this look on her face as if she was simply just enjoying talking to her chat with you, but she was more delighted to feel your clit pulsing against your fingers. She rubbed you in slow but steady circles until her fingers were prodding at your entrance. This was the moment you thought you were going to lose it, but you were interrupted by Madison.

"Everyone keeps saying how pretty you are, Y/n. She's so cute, isn't she you guys."

In your ear Madison tells you to look at the screen. When your eyes gloss over to the chat you see the thousands of comments flooding in that's when you feel Madison slip two fingers inside of you. Your eyes move along with the chat where everyone is agreeing with Madison. You happen to catch those same lewd comments Madison had reprimanded her chat for earlier. Madison knew she was teasing both you and her audience.

"Well, anyway..."

She begins to talk about something else while you sit there like a stone in her lap. Underneath the desk your legs were spreading for her and she began to finger you faster. The noise of your wet pussy around her fingers was getting louder and you got scared that somehow everyone would be able to hear it. You were so embarassed despite no one knowing what was going on, but that was turning you on at the same time. Madison had one hand on her cursor while the other was in your panties and no on else knew you're little secret.

Madison alternated between talking to her audience and whispering in your ear. She kept leaning in to remind you to be quiet and how you're being a good girl for. It was thrilling just as it was scary. Your pussy was clenching around her fingers as she curled them inside of you to hit your sweet spot. You could feel relief just around the corner and you worried about how you'd be able to contain yourself while everyone watched.

"What if I scoot back and let everyone see what I'm doing to you? I'd get banned, but then everyone would know how much of a slut my girlfriend is."

Madison had no clue how much you'd be turned on by getting touched in front of the camera, but then she felt your pussy squeeze her tighter and get wetter as she spoke. Her teasing always left you flustered, but you were working so hard no to react.

You swallow hard as you feel something tense up in your belly. You were going to cum any second now and the only thing you could do was press your lips together and grip the arm of her computer chair. Somehow you managed to keep quiet through your orgasm but your legs shook and your eyes glazed over. You're sure you look like a zombie on screen with that blank look on your face and nothing going on in your head. You had came so hard that it seemed impossible you were able to keep still. Madison was impressed and figured she'd give you more of a reward later.

"Well, guys, I think it's time I end the stream. I've been on here for six hours, and I think this girl is getting tired and wants me in bed," she nudges your side and you fake a smile.

The worse of it seemed to be over until Madison reached up and stuck her fingers in her mouth in front of her audience. They were wet from your juices and glistened in the light. You looked at her through the monitor with eyes wider than you thought. You were able to control yourself through it all, but right now the façade was slipping in your weakest moment.

"Sorry, got something sticky on my hands," is the last thing she says before she ends the stream.

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Saturday Sleepover 🌸🌕

I've hit a few milestones with the blog lately which is nice after starting over so I want to bring back Saturday Sleepovers today and have some fun today!

These will be short blurbs and I'll do as many as I can today! Send requests/ideas and be descriptive as you want ♥

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can you do a grammys smut between olivia and sabrina

pairing: Olivia Rodrigo/Sabrina Carpenter

Summary: Olivia bumps into Sabrina at an grammy's after party and the night doesn't go as planned for her.

content: 3rd pov, teasing, fingering, oral sex.

It's a night where the drinks are more expensive, the clothes flashier, and the lights brighter. Olivia is no stranger to what this particular night entails and how she'll have to play nice for a few mind-numbing hours. Camera lights blind her as photographers call her. She always wondered how much a photo of her all dressed up was worth when she wasn't even the most famous person here.

The best part for her was that she was up for nothing this year. There was no anxiety gnawing at her as she sat through hours of awards being given away only to wonder if she would get one or not. The lightness she felt helped the night slip by easily and soon she was at an after-party.

All night she had wondered if she would counter a certain blonde. The last interaction they shared was very brief, simply passing each other and quickly saying hi. Tonight had been no different with them showing each other the usual niceties, but Sabrina had gone in for a hug and Olivia couldn't help but read into it. Never has she been that friendly with her. Had the necessary time passed, or was there a reason for the physicality?

Olivia had decided not to think too much into it until she had spotted Sabrina at the bar of the party. She was surrounded by her people which made Olivia hesitant to approach her. They were around professionals, and they were professionals themselves. Maybe the two shots she had made her feel a little bolder but she walked her way over to where Sabrina was sitting and stood right in front of her.

"I just wanted to say congratulations!"

Olivia's words sound a little awkward as they come out of her mouth, and she can feel Sabrina's people gawking at her. However, the blonde is the only one to smile at her. This wasn't Liv kissing the ring or anything, but Sabrina is sure it gave Olivia a little twist inside to see her up on the see her win an award she had only won two years prior. There was no reason for this bad blood to carry on with them, but instead of the anger she felt those years ago, Sabrina felt more inclined to poke at Olivia.

"Thank you," Sabrina says as briefly as the hug they shared earlier on. No matter how much she tries to convince herself that that hug lasted for a million years, their hands did not linger long on each other.

"Of course, you truly deserved it."

There was something about that way Olivia spoke to her, her voice sounding a little deeper, sultry even. It had intrigued Sabrina as she wondered what Olivia was doing. She didn't think she had it in her to come over and approach her tonight. The only reason they were so kind together tonight on the grammy floor was because they were surrounded by cameras and very important peers. Optics and playing the game is very important to Sabrina and it's something that she's good at. And she plans to use it to her advantage tonight.

"Do you want to join us for a bit? Our table got the last bottle of Dom Perignon." Sabrina says in a sing-song voice as she lifts the bottle in the air. It was like she was trying to seduce Olivia.

It was working on her too. Despite having her friends back at her table, she felt compelled to join the blonde which is exactly what she did. What she thought would just be a brief, 30 minute conversation of a glass of expensive wine turned into hours of them spending time together. They drank, danced, and laughed together as if they were the best of friends. Surely it was odd to some of the people who knew them best, but Olivia knew it was passed due to let bygones be bygones.

They spent the next few hours drinking and dancing together. They laughed and talked about all sorts of things. As they danced, their bodies kept rubbing up against each other, but neither thought to pull away. Instead, they pressed even closer to each other as the night wore on. Olivia thought she was mistaking the sexual tension for something else, but there was no denying what was happening when Sabrina's hands came to rest on her hips. Her cheeks became rosier than the blush on the blonde's cheeks. Olivia tried to avoid her gaze, but it's like Sabrina wouldn't let her.

Then Sabrina uttered those fated words.

"Should we go back to my hotel, or yours?"

There was no need to read between the lines because Sabrina was spelling it out clear as day. Olivia paused and found herself breathing heavily. She got a pang in her stomach that this was some sort of trap, but then again years have passed and there would be no reason for Sabrina to trap her. However, to play it safe, the two ended up heading back to her hotel room.

The suite was huge, big enough to become a glam room when Olivia needed to get ready. Sabrina wanted to order a bottle of wine to the room, but it was late and Olivia already had enough. She was thinking too much and just wanted to get to the part where they do something besides stand there like idiots. Olivia boldly makes the first move, letting her black dress fall to the floor. Sabrina is surprised, but satisfied by the sight of Olivia baring it all for her.

Finally, they decided that it was time to go back to Olivia’s hotel room. They hailed a cab and headed back to the room. Once they were inside, Olivia dropped her dress and panties to the floor and walked towards Sabrina naked. Sabrina let out a little gasp as Olivia reached for her dress zipper and slid it down her back. Sabrina’s dress fell to the floor too.

Sabrina was grateful that she slipped into something easier to take off for the after party. She was able to unzip the back of her dress and let it fall to the floor in a similar fashion as Olivia's.

"I've bet you thought about doing this before," Sabrina says coquettishly. She has no problem approaching the brunette who seems frozen in place at the sight of Sabrina fully nude in front of her.

It's true that she's fantasized about being close to Sabrina, but never in this kind of way. Plus she doesn't think her imagination would be able to make up for the real thing.

Sabrina grabs the back of her head and brings Olivia down to her level. Their lips meet softly, contrasting how they were practically grinding on each other just an hour ago. Olivia no longer felt emboldened by outside factors like alcohol or music, she felt herself curling into such a shy girl as Sabrina's lips moved against hers. She can feel the wetness growing between her legs and she's slightly embarrassed by it. And as if Sabrina can sense how she's feeling, her hands move in between Olivia's thighs. She moans without Sabrina even really touching her. This fuels the blonde to kiss her harder, rougher.

Sabrina doesn't want to pull away, but Olivia feels the need for air bubbling up. She draws back and takes in a deep breath. She's feeling overwhelmed but the feelings of lust and need are too strong to take a break. Sabrina's hand comes closer to her sex with this time her fingers sliding through Olivia's slick folds.

"Fuck," Olivia breathes heavy into Sabrina's ear. She held onto her as if she would collapse if she let go.

She began to practically purr for the blonde's touch when Sabrina moved to rub soft circles into her clit. It felt so good even if it was the most delicate touch she's ever felt. She wanted to beg Sabrina to keep going but all she could do was bite her lip and moan into her mouth. Soon Sabrina presses her finger past Olivia's slit and enters her sopping cunt. She instantly curls her fingers in search of Olivia's g-spot and when the brunette starts shaking she knows she's found it.

"Oh shit, just like that!" Olivia cries out.

Sabrina smirks at and teases her with, "you're going to cum already." It was more of a statement than a question. Sabrina can feel her warm walls pulsing around her fingers. "I've just got started and you're already going to cum for me?"

Olivia didn't even mind the teasing because it was true. She would let Sabrina say whatever she wanted to her if that meant she would be able to cum. However, Olivia needed more but she could barely get the words out as she panted. Luckily for her it was like Sabrina was able to read her mind. The blonde began pumping her fingers into her cunt harder and faster. There was a slight stretch that made Olivia both melt and desire more. She could barely keep herself up, but soon she felt the back of her knees hit the bed and she fell backwards.

Having Sabrina straddle her was such a surreal image. She was all dolled up, but her lipstick was smudged from the kiss they shared.

Sabrina withdrew herself from Olivia's sex and held those two glossy fingers in front of Olivia's face. She looked up and watched Sabrina spread her fingers apart and ogled at the trail of her own juices. Never would she have guessed she'd want to taste herself so much. She opened her mouth and Sabrina knew what to do. She popped her fingers into Olivia's mouth and the brunette sucked on them, humming as she licked them clean.

"That's it...such a fucking good girl. You know you're really cute when you're acting all submissive."

Sabrina kisses her cheek and begins her descent down Olivia's body, leaving a trail of kisses before she finds herself with her knees pressed into the floor and between those precious thighs. Olivia's legs wrap around her head, leaving Sabrina no other option but to bury her face in her sweet pussy. Her tongue slips over her clit and moves in circles. Sabrina has definitely done this before, Olivia thinks to herself. She knows exactly what to do to make her hips jerk off the bed and make her moan louder.

“Fuck me!” Olivia begged. She had hoped that the blonde's skilled fingers would snake their way into her pussy again, but Sabrina kept them firmly planted on the bed. Her perfectly manicured nails dug into the bed as she put all of her energy into Olivia's cunt.

She kept showering her clit with attention, licking and sucking until Olivia's moans were turning into whimpers. Olivia tried to hold out for just a few seconds longer but her orgasm took over her and she came against Sabrina's face. A tinge of embarrassment tried to creep into her, but she was so far gone that pleasure quickly overtook that feeling. Sabrina licked her until she got every last drop of her arousal. It was so fun seeing how pliant Olivia was for her; she had been waiting for this.

Their lips found each other again as they began to tangle in the sheets. If Olivia thought she tasted good off of Sabrina's finger then surely the taste of her cum on Sabrina's lips was astounding. As they kissed her hand slipped between their bodies and between Sabrina's legs. She felt just how well she had gotten and was tempted to give her the same treatment she just received. She couldn't help but push two fingers into her pussy too. Sabrina's cunt clenched around her and she pulled away to moan. She didn't hold back at all either, moaning loudly like she was the only person in the world. Olivia admired her body as she threw her head back. She pressed short, sweet kisses to her collar bone as she fucked her open with her fingers.

"How does that feel?"

Olivia was now the one with the control and she loved seeing Sabrina try to gaze up at her with that half-lidded stare and her mouth wide open. She couldn't form the words, just like Olivia had been speechless earlier.

"C'mon, I want to hear you tell me how good it is."

She slips a third finger into Sabrina and that elicits the reaction she was looking for. Olivia bit her lip trying to hide her smirk as a slew of dirty words fell from Sabrina's mouth. She went straight for her g-spot just like Sabrina had done her, but Olivia imagines it feels much better to have three fingers massaging and stretching her out.

"Cum for me so we're even," Olivia whispers.

Sabrina was practically gushing around her fingers that Olivia had thought she had cum already, but something in her told her to keep going. She knew Sabrina to be dramatic and wanted to see what an orgasm from her really looks like. She was shaking beneath her as she kept her full with her fingers.

Olivia bends her head down and takes Sabrina's nipple into her mouth. She doesn't know, but she found the blonde's weakness. It's like a shockwave flows through her body as the muscles in her legs begin to tighten and her moans get louder. Olivia's teeth provide enough pain to mix perfectly with the pleasure. She's not too rough, but she's also not delicate. Her other hand comes up and plays with the nipple not in her mouth. Feeling Olivia's warm hand engulfing her breast had her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

"Holy shit I'm...I'm..."

For the first time ever since she's met her, Sabrina is speechless. Olivia's eyes flicker up to her face as she watches her expression tense up and then relax as she reaches her peak. Her pussy is sucking those three fingers in deeper like it's hungry for more.

"That's it baby, cum for me," Olivia coos. It feels

Olivia slipped another finger into Sabrina and moved them both in and out of her in a circular motion. She felt her G spot and moved her fingers over it until she could feel Sabrina shaking underneath her. “Cum for me,” Olivia whispered as she felt the liquid pour out of Sabrina and onto her fingers.

They stay tangled in the sheets for what feels like hours, kissing and just touching each other. A few drinks turned into a long, long night together and Olivia can't be upset about how her night turned out.

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Do you have more Sabrina coming?

I'm about to post an Sabrina/Olivia request today, but I'll be opening my requests again soon if you want to see anymore Sabrina/reader or other Sabrina pairings :)

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Hi! Do you write for wrestlers? (Like wwe and stuff)

I know it's popular, but I honestly feel like I'm not well-versed in that fandom/community to feel confident writing for it 😅

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Since they are open, your blog is great it's always nice to have wlw fics. How about Rosé stays back to help Taylor Swift clean up after a dinner party at her home, they are a little tipsy and touchy and service bottom Rosé convinces T to have sex and worships Taylor's body after all the work she put into the dinner. Maybe some tribadism if you are up for it.

pairing: Taylor Swift/Rosé

content: 3rd pov, D/s elements, teasing, oral sex, tribing.

The dining room was an absolute disaster, looking like 50 people instead of 20 had been in it. Taylor loved the warmth she felt deep inside surrounded by friends in the comfort of her own home. She'd sometimes stand on the outside watching as each of them get on with each other whether they've known each other for years or not. Having such a large space to be able to host these kinds of things made Taylor feel grateful. The remnants of her friend's presence littering her dining room (and flowing into the kitchen) was a sight that warmed her heart, if only for a moment.

She doesn't mind cleaning up the mess, but it's not a small one. As her friends leave one by one, the mess reveals itself to be something more than she could handle. Hosting was not an easy feat and she already felt tiredness seeping into her bones. It didn't help that she had a few glasses of wine that made her feel lazy.

Rosé was one of the last of the guests lingering around. She doesn't know what she was waiting for, but her conversations have already died down and she was just kind of sitting there. She had her eye on Taylor, who was beginning to collect dishes besides there being a few guests left. Rosé can feel her tiredness and reads it as vulnerability. It's only her along with three of Taylor's close friends left. She waits for each one of them to call it a night without even offering their best friend a helping hand. Taylor did most of the planning and preparation herself, and she was going to have no one to stay behind with her to deal with the aftermath.

"Do you need a hand?" Rosé comes out of nowhere to ask Taylor if she needed any help.

Taylor turns around to face the blonde to see her looking so sweetly at her. She looks past her and sees her other friend's gathering their coats. Her instinct is telling her to tell Rosé that it's fine and to get home safely, but deep down she wanted the help. She was always one to be a gracious host, and a good host never asks the guest to help clean, but there is nothing against a guest volunteering to help.

"Sure, I appreciate it Rosie. Just let me say goodbye to Gigi, okay?" Rosé nods and picks up where Taylor left off, letting her say goodbye to the very last guest.

Then it was just the two of them alone.

Rosé has never had such private time with Taylor before. They've hung out in small group settings, but this was so much more personal that Rosé almost didn't know what to do with herself. She was a little bit nervous, sobering up right away when she realized exactly what she was nervous about. She saw Taylor tiredly drag herself back over to the table to help Rosé clean it off. Multiple plates and glasses of wine were everywhere. Taylor surprisingly had prepared a lot more food than anyone expected. There were plenty of leftovers that were going to be shoved into the refrigerator. Usually Taylor has more professional help, but she wanted the night to be intimate and prove to herself that she could do this on her own. But, instead of feeling proud of herself she was feeling exhausted. Rosé could sense it and wanted to change that.

"Tonight was amazing, Tay. Like truly amazing," her compliments earn her a smile.

"Thank you so much. I love having all of you over. I don't think people really realize how normal it makes me feel to host here. There's no glitz and glam, no paparazzi. It's just having a good time together."

Taylor goes to lift up a dish, but struggles due to how heavy it is. Rosé is right there next to her, helping her lift up the dish. Their hands brush against each other's and they look at each other. Rosé looks at her a little sheepishly, a light pink color dusting her cheeks. Her admiration for Taylor is known, but Taylor doesn't know just how deep it goes.

"I can take it."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

Rosé grabs it and it's obvious she's struggling to carry it too. Taylor doesn't remember it being so heavy earlier when she set the dish out on the dining room table before her guest arrived. She chalked it up to the alcohol making her a little weak. 

While she's grateful for Rosé's help, she's a little unsure why she decided to stay behind. She was acting in a way that Taylor had never seen before, trying to do most of the cleaning before Taylor could get to it. And that moment their hands brushed together was odd to Taylor. It felt more intentional than accidental. Taylor's not sure if she's just feeling this way because she's tired or if she should dig for more.

Once they were more than half-way through the mess, Taylor offered Rosé a seat to which she denied. Taylor squinted her eyes at her, wondering why she was even denying a break. Rosé looked at her with an unreadable look. Taylor just doesn't know how bad Rosé wants to kiss her right now. She watched her all night to make sure everything was perfect and that her guests were happy. People enjoyed themselves, but Rosé felt like Taylor's hard work wasn't truly appreciated. She wanted to show her that it was. She couldn't quell her desires anymore.

Rosé felt herself getting warmer as she watched Taylor sit on a chaise near the window. The city of New York was her backdrop, the lights coloring the side of her face. She knew Taylor didn't want to keep working, and neither did she. She walked over and as she approached Taylor moved over to make more room for her.

"Rosé, I want to thank you again for helping."

"No, I want to thank you for inviting me. It was a gorgeous night."

Taylor felt herself blushing at the praise. Rosé didn't hide how much she enjoyed tonight and Taylor wasn't really used to that from her friends. She could feel the appreciation radiating off of Rosé. 

Then their hands brush up against each other again and this time it was very clear it wasn't a mistake. Rosé found herself getting touchy with Taylor who was receptive to the touch. Taylor was slightly confused, but she let it happen.

"You made an incredible meal, had the best wine, and kept everyone entertained. I want to thank you for it."

"Rosie, you don't-"

"I want to. You put in all that hard work, you always do. I don't just want you to hear it, I want you to feel it too."

Rosé lays a hand on her bare thigh before she begins to stroke the skin. Taylor watched her hand move and despite the slow, gentle movements it felt like she was on fire. Rosé was the last person she expected this from, but who is she denying herself a good time? She lets Rosé lean and kiss her cheek. Her lips are careful. She pulls back to see Taylor's reaction and when she sees how relaxed the blonde looks, she moves in closer. This time she kisses somewhat closer to hers lips, and with each kiss she gets closer until their lips meet. Only the alcohol coursing through her veins could make her this bold. She felt like she was bursting at the seams for a chance to be able to appreciate and praise her amazing host. Rosé was kissing her softly until she felt Taylor moving her lips against hers. She couldn't help but turn up the heat and kiss her back with more pressure. Taylor could never imagine the girl having such a rough kiss, but soon it gets messy. Their tongues bump into each other's while Rosé presses their body closer together. Soon she's straddling Taylor and humping her while they makeout. Her hands were on her neck and soon they ran down her body, caressing her tits through her dress. Rosé touched every inch of skin that was within her reach, but it wasn't enough for her. She needed to go to greater lengths to prove herself.

"Taylor," she whines when she pulls away. Her lipstick is smudged, cheeks pink, and her hair a little messy. She's a beautiful sight to see. However, she won't let Taylor touch her too much. It's not about her right now, it's about the host of the night.

"Can I touch you? Please?' Rosé asks so politely as if Taylor kissing her back wasn't answer enough.

Taylor found it so cute how Rosé was on the verge of begging to just simply touch her. There was a hint of desperation in her voice that Taylor felt compelled to take advantage of.

"Undress me," she says.

Rosé is quick and obedient. Taylor has never seen someone submit to her so quickly, but she likes how it makes her feel. Rosé peels her dress off and all the layers until Taylor is fully naked. Rosé's eyes are blown wide with lust and she looks like she is going to begin to drool taking in the sight of the blonde naked. 

"What do you want to do Rosie?"

"I want...I want to worship you," Rosé can barely speak as she does her best to commit the sight of Taylor's naked body to memory.

"Then worship me."

Rosé is on her knees between Taylor's legs in mere seconds. Now that she's fully naked, Rosé's hands are able to go wherever they want to. Every inch of Taylor's body has her hands on it. It's a privilege to be able to feel her soft skin. Rosé litters her stomach with kisses while her hands roam over the curve of her smooth hips. Every single ridge and bump is felt beneath her fingertips. Taylor's body is perfect to her and she thinks of her as some goddess on Earth. Her natural scent is better than any perfume she could spray onto her skin. Taylor's legs spread for her and she dives right in.

"Fuck!"

Taylor can't stop herself from crying out when she feels Rosé's wet tongue slide against her folds. She hadn't realized how much tension was built up in her body until she felt herself relaxing. Each limb, one by one, felt heavier as the seconds past. Rosé kept those pretty brown eyes trained on her, watching her every reaction to make sure she was doing a good job. Her tongue lashed her clit for a few seconds before her soft lips wrapped around her clit and she sucked.

Fingers combed through her hair and gave Taylor a tight grip. She bobbed Rosé's head and up and down just for the fun of it. Never did her tongue falter from doing it's job. She was feasting on her cunt like it was the meal Taylor had just prepared for her guest.

"That's it Rosie," Taylor praises her for a job well done. Her hips are swirling as she begins to grind her cunt against Rosé's mouth. 

Rosé is humming and moaning against Taylor from the sweet taste alone, but what drives her crazy is the feeling of Taylor's delicate flesh on her tongue. When her tongue dives into her folds it's like tonguing down ice cream melting in the summer sun. Rosé is grateful just as much as she is addicted to the taste. She was going to make Taylor cum within a matter of seconds. Her legs shook in pleasure as Rosé's hands came to cup her ass. Nimble fingers dig and massage the skin of her ass. It wasn't one specific thing, but a combination of everything that made Taylor cum against Rosé's face. Her moans grew louder before eventually dying into weak whimpers. Her bones were heavier than ever before.

When Taylor opens her eyes again and looks down at Rosé, she looks like a little puppy waiting patiently for her next command. Taylor was tired after the long night, but she'd feel bad to just shoo Rosé away who was just oh so grateful. That's how they ended up positioned uncomfortably on the chaise with their bare cunts pressed against each other.

"You feel so good Taylor," Rosé whines, feeling the slick of Taylor's pussy against her own. “Your pussy feels amazing.” She can’t stop herself from complimenting Taylor and showering her with praise. It makes Taylor feel powerful and spoiled at the same time. It’s only fair that she gives her thanks to Rosie by making her cum too.

With every roll of the hips, their clits catch each other's and Rosé is in heaven. She didn't even care if she came or not, she just wanted to feel Taylor's soft flesh against her pussy forever. Her clit pulsed with anticipation as she felt the storming building inside of her. She wants to cum so bad, she’s desperate for it, but she doesn’t make a whine or fuss for Taylor to make her cum because it’s not about her right now. Taylor was in control of everything; the speed and roughness. Rosé was at Taylor's whims which is what she truly desired.

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College cheerleader AU! Various/Reader

Sweet Honey Blonde; Coach!Emily/Reader. Slight Sabrina/Reader All is Fair; Coach!Emily/Reader/Cheerleader!Kylie 3 of Cups; Emily/Kendall/Hailey/Bella Off Limits; Kylie Jenner/Reader

♡ 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐣𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ♡

Original Series! Of course the prettiest college girl in the neighborhood made heads turn, hearts beat faster, and was envied. Y/n was never surprised when she caught someone’s too-old-dad looking at her bare legs in a skirt. Suggestions for her to meet someone’s more age appropriate son or nephew was never made in earnest; the perverts just wanted a closer look of her tits in her one-size-too-small crop top. She’s had plenty of opportunities to make someone’s daddy hers. The offers to make extra money by babysitting would land her in an all too cliché scenario. These men were like animals, hungry and relentless. They were too obviously horny to notice her looking past them to look at their wives instead.

Intro

𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫;

Sydney Sweeney x Reader (series), Alexa Demie x Reader (brief) -- In this dull town, during this dull Summer, Alexa is looking for fun while dragging Sydney along with her. Things get bumpy when Sydney gets too attached to someone who won't be around for long.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲;

Bella Hadid x Reader -- Y/n stumbled across Baby Bels cam show once and was instantly infatuated with her.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲;

Blackpink x Reader -- Y/n's new internship at a music label doesn't really go as planned.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

✾ 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 ✾

After Dark; Twice Sana/Reader/Momo Tangerine Dream; Alexa Demie/Reader Dumb Blonde; Dove Cameron/Reader Little Dove; Billie Eilish/Reader

☆ 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥; Kendall/Reader ☆

My Best Friend's Girlfriend; Kendall/Reader (main pairing), Bella/Devon Lee Carlson (side pairing), and Bella/Reader & Kendall/Devon (side pairings) After Party; Kendall/Reader with side pairing of Kylie/Reader Heaven is a Place on Earth with You II Heaven is a Place on Earth with You I Cry For Me Third Times A Charm II Third Times A Charm I Love You, Still

♡ 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲; Ariana/Reader ♡

Across the World Party of Three; Ariana/Reader/Madison Beer Moonlight Bunny's Punishment; Ariana/Reader/Madison Beer Slut Bunnies; Ariana/Reader/Madison Beer Double The Pleasure Brat; Ariana/Reader/Liz Gillies Cuffed Quickie