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whoever decided to cast Anne Hathaway as a bratty movie star, I love you, my feelings about Daphne range from "I could fix her" to "I could make her worse"

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fade into you

mattie franklin, anya corazon, julia cornwall

okay so i watched madame web in theatres last weekend and omfg?? they were so cute and definitely giving me major throuple vibes i canttt

also i havent written in awhile i am so sorry! and im also so sorry if this isnt what you wanted from me, also this is just a quick writing i did in 30 minutes so PLEASEE bear with me 🙏

also title is from the mazzy star song obv and it has nothing to do with the song whatsoever i just didnt know what else to put.

it was a simple thing.

nothing to be jealous over, or make a fuss about, but yet anya was sitting alone in the swivel seats, staring across the diner.

staring at them.

mattie and julia, the three of them had just met in a life or death situation, and that was just what made this more special.

compacting.

primal, even.

she was jealous, jealous of those boys at the booths cheering the two girls on as they danced on the large-sized table.

julia, with her button up shirt tied up into a hairtie, showing off her stomach, asked anya to come join in on the fun. but all anya could do was nod a simple “no” in response.

her glasses were in the side pocket of the button up, not wanting to seem “nerdy” or “uncool” infront of the boys.

but a real man wouldn’t mind that.

a real man would love her nerdiness, her innocence, the way she tried resolve every situation with her apologies.

a real woman, wouldn’t care at all.

mattie, with her flashy attire and skateboard, danced with julia while laughing off. anya couldn’t just see how it was fun to dance on tables for boys, it just felt too seen.

mattie didn’t care what people thought of her, but anya did. every once in awhile she would catch one of the boys give her a dirty look, as if she was too eye-catching.

but since when was that a problem?

again, a real man wouldn’t mind that.

a real man wouldn’t care about the way she shows off, the way she acts and plays around, but these weren’t real men were they? no, they were boys.

a real woman, wouldn’t care at all.

every once and awhile the two would glance back at anya, finishing up her food. mattie would shrug, pulling julia back into a dance, while julia would crook a soft but sad smile, her guilty conscience taking over.

it wasn’t until anya caught one of the boys staring up julia’s skirt, and one of the boys eyeing too hard at matties pair, that she had finally decided to shut this shit-show down.

“alright come on.” anya scolded, she felt bossy, and mean, but this was just plain out weird. who would she be to not say anything?

mattie just looked at julia like she didnt hear anything behind her, whispering to her quietly, “pretend you don’t know her” and julia just responded with a look of both worry and guilt.

“toxic” by britney spears was still blaring through the diner’s speakers as anya caught one of the guys eyeing julia a little too hard. with too much sexual intention. she spoke up once more, this time towards the boys instead of the two dancing ontop of the table.

“could you quit that? you would think that guys like you would have the decency to not look at a girl’s body like that? it’s just fucking disrespectful. come on, can we just go?” anya finished off, looking at the two with almost a pleading look.

the two just stopped, hopping off of the table. mattie tipped the waiter, and julia untied her shirt, reapplying her glasses.

“im really sorry.” was the first word said when the three left the diner together. which had, obviously, came from julias mouth.

“for?” was all anya could respond with, she was just too angry. not from the two, but from that booth. she never thought that people could just be so disrespectful and disgusting.

“i.. nevermind.. ” julia answered, she could feel herself about to cry, cutting herself off. mattie was completely silent as she kicked rocks in the dirt, suddenly feeling a warm touch to her cold hand.

anya was grabbing her hand, bring it to a soft hand-hold. mattie glanced over, seeing her holding julia’s aswell. “well there’s nothing to be sorry for, it’s not your fault people are just assholes” mattie responded to julia.

“can.. can i be honest with you both?” anya asked, scarce and worrisome.

the two nodded, looking back at anya as she spoke. “i feel like.. i have this responsibility to look out for you both.. and not just because i feel like its right, but because i feel like ive genuinely caught a liking to you guys. the both of you.”

the rest of the walk back to the forest was silent, just quiet steps through leaves and sticks.

and it stayed that way, stayed that way until mattie made her move.

she pulled anyas face towards her own, kissing her softly on the lips, and all anya could do was kiss back because she knew thats what she wanted. what she has been thinking about since they first met.

julia just stared from far off, stared at the two. she didnt know what to do, if she should feel left out or not. but even then, she didn’t have time to think as anya pulled away from mattie, then pulling julia into her lips.

it was different than kissing a boy, mattie thought, while julia thought about how it was different overall, as she has never kissed anyone before.

but a thought that the two both shared was the fact that her lips were soft, beautiful, like pillows.

but a thought that the three of them shared was love

and that thought was strong. but there’s nothing wrong with that.

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“you act like this is your first time”

g!p sam, sub! sam, strap-on sex, ?humiliation kink?, cock slapping (once), hand- job, anal sex (dont like, dont read!)

have gotten a lot of requests for g!p sam and i never see sub sam so here is my attempt :)

the tip of the strap-on cock that you had harnessed around your hips just felt humilating for sam to look at. you both have done this before so why is it so hard now?

as she watched you squeeze the little bottle of lube onto your hands and stroke it onto the cock she could feel herself getting harder and harder, the feeling of arousal becoming painful at this point. her own cock was hard and raging through her tight boxers, leaking precum, a perfect wet imprint being very visible.

“what’s wrong baby, hm?” your voice was both soothing and menacing to her, she couldn’t tell if you were being sympathetic or just plain out teasing. she had opened her mouth to speak, but all that came out was a struggled sigh as her cock twitched against her boxers once more. she could even hear you laugh as she closed her legs, hoping to grind against them to get a quicker release.

“mmm” was all that came out of your mouth as you snapped opened her legs, pushing your knee right between them and against her painfully hard cock, she groaned loudly as tears prickled in her eyes.

“you want me? or just want to cum?” you whispered lowly into her ear, and as she fought the urge to rut desperately on your leg in the most humiliating way, she could also feel the shaft of your cock laying flatly on her stomach.

“i want you.. just please.. dont tease me any longer”

and god if that wasnt all you needed to just fuck her right there.

you quickly got off of her, pulling her boxers down just so slowly to tease her more, she fought back tears as she bit down on her lip to drown out any sound. once you had finally discarded her underwear, you squirted more lube onto your palm.

she watched you intently as you coated your fingers with the lubricant she knew what was to come next and she gulped in both excitement and fear.

your fingers finally came intact with her hole, rubbing against it slowly as you pushed one finger in, you wanted her to be as prepped as possible because you didnt want her to feel pain, you wanted her to feel good.

slowly working your way in, you pushed another finger inside, fingering her just so slowly as you stared at her. her eyes were screwed shut as hushed gasps fell from her lips. once you had pulled those fingers out, lubricant oozed from inside of her.

“are you ready?” you had asked her, it wasn’t her first time with your cock inside of her, but you still wanted to make sure she was okay.

she nodded slowly, even slower when you approached her. you grabbed the fake cock, sliding it against her before lining the tip up, and pushing in as slow as possible.

“two.” you whispered as you pushed two inches deep into her, “four left to go” you reassured. you then pushed even deeper listening to her cries as you split her open.

“relax, come on breathe in and out.” you told her, watching her do as you say. you looked at her, but she wouldnt look back at you.

you pushed deeper into her, feeling her relax against your size as you fit the full length into her. “all the way in?” she whined, tears prickling in her eyes. “yes.” you replied, moaning as you felt her tighten around the fake cock.

your thrusts started slow, feeling her then stretch around the size. she grabbed your wrist tightly, wanting you to go faster.

you did just as she wanted, your hips slapping against her thighs as you fucked her faster, you wanted her to look at you, but she wouldnt.

“look at me” you grunted, holding her thighs in place as you felt her shake. “can-can’t!” she moaned in response. she felt humiliated, but that doesn’t mean that she cant obey.

your hips sped up, pounding into her in a pace she couldnt keep up with as she opened up her eyes to meet your own. her makeup was messy, her mascara running down her face.

“that feel good?” you cooed, grabbing her chin so she couldnt look away, and all she could do was nod. she couldn’t physically speak, every word getting immediately choked down at the force of how hard she was being fucked.

she felt like she was splitting open, her cock evidently twitching as she felt herself nearing her orgasm, but you just kept on getting even faster.

“gonna cum? gonna cum for me while i fuck this ass with my cock?” you spat, your hand on her chin tightening. but yet again, all she could do was whine and nod.

your cock filled her so well, it was like it was made to be inside of her. you grabbed her cock, rubbing it quickly as she moaned even louder. your thrusts inside of her never stopped as she could feel her climax, she was so fucking close.

your animalistic thrusts got even faster as you took your hand away from her cock, slapping it harshly. cries left her lips as she rutted into the air, desperate for your hand once again as your fake cock thrusted into her one last time.

her orgasm rushed through her, powerful and long. she was shaking as spurts off cum squirted from her cock as she let out a long cry. she didnt know how long she was cumming for until she just felt a sudden pain in her cock.

“my god..” was all you said as you slowly pulled out of her, her breath was ragged and her chin had an obvious red mark from your hand. she looked a fucking mess with her mascara running down her face, both of your bodies covered in sweat and all you knew was that this was gonna be the longest shower ever and that both of you were gonna be passed out in a solid 2 minutes.

this is the worst shit ive ever written lmao i have lost my ability 2 write 🫡

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WE MISS U 😭😭🫶 sidneyprescottswhore 🔛🔝

STOP I MISS U im writing more things so i will have something to put out eventually

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Ngl you had me so excited when I got the notification you posted and saw the gif until I actually clicked it and realized it was a repost 😭

im sorry 😭 ill post soon i swear

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X (2022) dir. ti west

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BROOOO IM IN LOVE WITH AMBER AND UR WRITING IS AMAZING AND U NEED MORE AMBER FICS SO IM GOING TO REQUESTTTT🥶🥶 SO LIKE CAN U DO SMTH WHERE LIKE AMBER AND READER ARE ENEMIES SO LIKE AMBER BREAKS INTO READERS HOUSE TO KILL HER BUT FINDS HER HIDING IN LIKE A BRA AND PANTIES AND LIKE FUCKS HER BC SHE LOOKS SO CUTE🙏🙏🙏🙏 also pls add mommy kink ik u said she might have a daddy kink but pls do mommy instead😖😖😾😾😾😭😭

your hands were on my hips, your name was on my lips

over over again, like my only prayer

amber freeman x fem!reader.

warnings: g!p amber, choking, other shit… however i am so fucking lazy sorry <3

after finishing this i realized i forgot a mommy kink! well oops also this is short and sucky sorry i have no fucking motivation and really want to write for lana

that phone call.

that same voice from the threatening phone call you had recieved minutes before, was now booming through your house.

you had obviously thought they were joking.

“im gonna tear through your house, and then through you next.”

god, could they have worded that any worse? “im gonna tear through you.” to you, that had just sounded like a more, rough, way to talk about sex.

but, maybe, maybe you were just a sex freak.

so obviously, you had went back to what you were doing before. hanging up the phone, not giving a shit less of what that person had to say.

but now, you regreted just sitting there, rather than calling the police. you chose not to think of your regret, but more or less to just stay quiet, and still. there was someone roaming throughout your house. of course you were gonna stay quiet?? what the fuck else would you be doing?

you were embarrassed shitless. at this time and moment, this stranger couldn’t have wanted to kill you at a worse time. you were stuck, in lacy white panties, finished with a pink little bow. even had a matching bralette. it was fucking freezing, and you were gonna die in the most provocative outfit you could have ever worn that day. you felt like you were sitting on bricks, as you sat atop on all of the piled up shoes in your closet.

as you stood up to move the shoes covering the floor, you heard your bedroom door slam open, you immediately fell to your feet, hand cupping your mouth in order to not let any noise escape.

what an uncomfortable way to die… damn.

you heard the footsteps approaching that closet door, and you immediately started to think of ways to seduce this person, because.. it was really all you could do, considering you were dressed up as if you were a hooker. as if you were waiting for this moment, to use your charm. to use your body to seduce one who was there to kill you. to show it off to all your hooker friends. but no, that was not the case at all.

your mind was cluttered with so many thoughts that you had lost all attention to the world, it wasnt until you felt the cold metal of what looked like a knife underneath your chin, that you had realized.. some person.. in a mask, was staring right at you. it was a dumb mask, really. like, lets say, michael myers… but if he got his face melted off. the way the eyes and jaw hung low made you giggle as you looked this ‘killer’ in the eyes of the mask. it wasnt till after your giggle fit that you realized: this guy might be for real, i mean, you could even feel that knife sliding down to your neck, the cold metal point poking you just so slightly. drawing the tiniest prick of blood, and the tiniest tear in the corner of your eye.

“aww.. what’s wrong? i thought that.. that it was funny?”

the once menacing voice that was on the other side of that phone line, was now gentle and teasing. even stuttering between words. its like he wanted to pity you.

as the guy slid the knife away from you, you could hear his breathing pick up. he sucked in a breath and began to talk to you once more.

“you’re cute you know.. makes me not wanna kill you.” the knife was now sliding down to your bra. “adorable” he closed..wait, he? HE? no, this person was not a “he”. the voice was more clear as he said that last word. less groggy and robotic, more… feminine.

the “guy” who was gonna spare your life because of your charm.. was a woman.

you snapped back to reality at your nipples being exposed to the cold air, you looked down to see she severed the fabric of your bra. it sat ontop of your lap, your nipples hardening from the air.

“such cute nipples.” she said. her hands dropped the knife that sat in her hands originally, now moving to remove her gloves, and then her mask.

straight, pretty, black hair was revealed first, then a pale, beautiful face next. her eyes were gorgeous, her face was glistening in the light from sweat, her hair sticking to her forehead. god, you were… you were mesmerized.

you didn’t realize how long you had actually been staring for until you had realized her robe slowly being removed.

jesus christ.

you stared right at her black lacey panties, the bulge catching you off guard. it had looked like her cock was practically straining against the fabric, begging to be free.

you didn’t care that she had a dick, you didn’t care that she was just holding a knife up to your throat, you didn’t even care she came here solely to kill you.

you just wanted her so bad.

you started by slowly removing her panties, her cock springing out infront of your face. if you were being honest, she wasn’t that big. her cock was almost 6 inches, with a slight curve. but that didn’t even matter to you.

“i’m sorry that it wasn’t what you were expecting.” she frowned, obviously self conscious about her size. “no, no. it’s so fucking-“ your breath was hot on the tip of her cock as she took it into her hand, a slight amount of precum leaking from it. “-so fucking perfect.” you finished.

you took the tip into your mouth, catching amber by surprise. she seemed sensitive, already slowly bucking into your mouth. “easy there.” she nodded at that, stopping immediately. your tongue swirled around the tip, tasting that precum from before.

“look at me.” you spoke, your eyes looking up at her as she screwed her own shut, she attempted to open her eyes, not wanting to disobey. “you feel- so g-good..” she whined as you took the full length into your mouth. your hands snaked around to grab her ass as you continued to take her cock in your mouth, drool was sliding down your chin, you were sloppy but it just made it even better.

“oh, o-oh god.” she whimpered, resuming her movements as she bucked back into your mouth. “baby.. please” she was begging at this point.

“cum for me.” she cried at that, god she was so fucking sensitive. you took your mouth off of her, stroking her cock slowly. “please.. faster i can’t cum like that-“ she was whining, desperate and on the fucking edge.

“thats too bad, come on.. you can do it.” you cooed, rubbing her cock slow as ever. “f-fuck!” she moaned, feeling herself release all over your face. you groaned at that, continuing to stroke your cock until every last drop was gone.

“you taste so good, doll.”

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bitch i really just wrote a buncha sht and dipped huh?

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jill roberts

X afab! reader

amber freeman

im back.

warnings: smut, threesome, dom!jill, sub!reader, dom!amber, strap-on, hairpulling, degradation, praise kink, oral, more warnings prob but lazy, amber and jill call the strap on “cock”, spanking , orgasm denial, kind of a 69 position but amber isnt eating you out, drabble because ive been on a huge break and got no fuckin ideas, this is horrible sorry

“c’mon.. take it” amber whispered in your ear as the strap inside of you pushed deeper. jill was behind you, staring as she watched the cock disappear into your cunt. she was mesmerized at how your slick covered her cock, panting as she looked amber straight in the eye. they both had the same look of desperation to make you feel more.

“yeah, yeah.. you’re doing so good at taking jill’s cock, princess..” amber cooed into your ear. jill responding in a heartbeat.

“if she’s taking this whole thing, then shes not a princess. she’s a whore. and whores aren’t treated like princesses.” she said as she slapped your ass harshly, you yelped at that, but she never let up on her painful thrusts into you. your hand searched for something to grab onto, finding amber’s thigh and groping on it harshly, your knuckles now turning white. she winced at that, your hips pushing back into the length that was inside of you.

you felt your orgasm coming up, and it was coming quick, jill could feel you shaking underneath you, quickly pulling out. you whined the the emptiness of your walls clenching against nothing. she flipped you over, amber crawling over you. you sucked a breath in as she lowered her weight into you, and you licked at her clit slowly. jill inched forward to amber, the cock slipping between her lips.

“yeah.. take that cock in your slut-mouth come on..” she grunted into her mouth, bucking her hips to shove the length farther, elicting a groan from amber as she took it in her throat.

she coughed it up, drool slipping off from the cock. she grinded herself into your mouth as you thightened that grip you had on her thighs. her body clamped against your lips as she took the cock back into her mouth. she moaned around it, orgasm approaching her body. jill grabbed her hair with force, ripping her head down. forcing her to take every inch. amber felt overwhelmed at this, orgasm pulling throught her body as she took the full length deep in her throat, she quickly pulled up, her breath fast as ever.

“now it’s your turn again, baby.” amber took her body off of you, sticking 2 fingers deep in your throat.

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I fucked my mom what should I do?

oh no go to family therapy

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birthday today, no posts

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Hi! I was wondering how you would feel about a smut request about Jealous Sam using a remote controlled vibrator, like where it’s the reader’s birthday and Sam had a little “challenge” for her where the reader had to wear the vibrator and she’s really competitive so she accepted, sorry if this didn’t make any sense, and if it’s too vague I completely understand, thanks!

a/n: tysm for this request, it got me out of my little slump. Sorry about the delay of this post, I know I promised to get it out earlier but I ended up having to meet up with a friend.

Birthday Challenge (Samantha Carpenter x Reader)

Description: It's impossible to say no to her.

WC: 2k

Warnings: smut, voyeurism, top!Sam, bottom!Reader, alcohol, Sam's lowkey an asshole in this

SAMANTHA had a tendency to get competitive. You’d figured this out fairly early in your relationship after a mini golf date that ended in her apologizing profusely for throwing your ball into the water after you’d won, swearing she didn’t know what had come over her. She took any opportunity to turn anything into a competition, no matter the stakes. 

With this in mind, you knew it shouldn’t have come as a shock when she proposed a challenge of sorts on the night of your twentieth birthday. 

“Oh come on,” your competitor huffs, holding the special little gift out to you like a prayer. “Don’t be a wimp.” Her tone has an edge to it, a teasing little lilt that tugs at your resolve. 

“I am not wearing that to dinner!” you persist, glaring at the purple lace and small black device in front of you. The vibrator is bullet shaped and no more than three inches long, smooth silicone coating the outside and creating a matte look. She’s standing like a guard in front of the bathroom door, preventing you from entering your bedroom to get ready for the night. 

The two of you have reservations at six and you can’t afford to be late, having scheduled them three months in advance. Deep down, you know what the outcome will be: either you’ll have to agree to play her little game or you’ll be forced to miss the dinner she’d promised to pay for. 

She dangles the material in the air, pinched between her thumb and forefinger, her eyes full of humor and a shit eating grin plastered across her face. You can feel the clock ticking, each second taking little bits of your willpower and destroying it bit by bit. With a loud groan and a stomp of your foot, you rip the gifts out of her hands and push past her, storming into your room and dropping your towel. 

She watches you with the eyes of a hawk, making sure you put the vibrator in its proper place and getting momentarily distracted by your naked and dripping figure. Exasperated, you step into the material and slide it up your legs, feeling the slight bump of the object nestled against your clit.

“Happy?” You sass as you grab your bra from the bed and clip it on. 

Sam’s pupils are dilated when you look up at her, shoulder leaning against the doorframe and eyes trailing up and down your body. “Very.” She wets her lips. 

—----

By the time you both make it to the restaurant and are seated in front of a perfect view, you’ve forgotten about the whole incident. There’s too much going on for you to think about it, the clinking of forks and the sunset falling over the horizon. Sam pulls your chair out for you as you sit, grabs your shoulders from behind and bends down to kiss the top of your head like a perfect gentleman. 

She’s wearing a new suit you haven’t seen before, dark red and expensive looking. Almost black waves fall down her back and over her shoulders in effortless union to frame her face perfectly. 

Your dress matches the color of her suit, material ending at mid thigh. She’d insisted on buying it for you a while ago; as soon as she saw you step out of the dressing room she was reaching into her back pocket and pulling out her wallet. It has a low neckline that exposes a healthy amount of cleavage, the thin straps keeping it from baring your chest to the world. It’s backless and somehow both form fitting and loose at the same time, expensive silk rubbing pleasantly against your skin. 

“This place is nice,” you smile, placing your elbows on the table and propping your head up on your hands. 

“It is.” Sam agrees, eyes falling to your lips and then lower. 

You’re about to tease her for looking so enraptured by your tits, but before you can the waitress appears out of thin air, pen and notepad in hand. She smiles warmly at you, then at Sam. “What can I get you both to drink?”

You expect Sam to answer first, but she doesn't, which results in a little gap of awkward silence until you decide to break it. “I’ll take a Manhattan and a water.”

She writes your request down. “And for you-”

“Whiskey,” Sam cuts in. “Neat.” Her jaw is tight, muscles shifting as she messes with the rings on her right hand. You have no idea why she’s glaring at the nice waitress and you feel a ping of sympathy for the woman who quickly walks away with her head down. 

“What was that about?” you question wearily. 

Sam scoffs. “She wants to fuck you.”

Eyebrows lifting in disbelief, you choke on your breath as she moves her hands under the table and stares at you. One of her eyebrows is raised as if she doesn’t trust that you’re unaware of the obvious one sided eye-fucking that went on between you and the waitress. 

Once again, said woman materializes out of thin air with your drinks and places them on napkins before you. She tucks the tray under her arm and unexpectedly rests her empty hand on your bare shoulder, making you jump slightly. Alarms go off in the back of your mind when you see Sam lean back in her chair with a smirk on her face, eyes dark and on yours.

“Would you like any appetizers, sweetheart?” The waitress asks, squeezing your shoulder lightly. Oh. 

“Yeah, sweetheart,” Sam mocks, voice low. “Do you want any appetizers?”

“Um… I-” you’re cut off by an unexpected vibration. It only lasts for a few seconds, but it has you jolting in surprise. A little gasp escapes your throat. 

“Are you okay?” the stranger with her hand on your shoulder questions with worry. 

“She’s fine. We’ll have the baked brie with all the shit on it,” Sam answers for you, dismissing the waitress with her tone of voice and taking a pull of her whiskey. 

The second her hand leaves your shoulder you shakily reach for your drink and chug it, the pleasant warmth taming your racing heart. Your face is almost as red as your dress when you place the empty glass back on the table and throw mental daggers at your cool and collected girlfriend. All she does in return is grin as the vibrations come back. 

“Cut it out,” you grit, hands gripping the sides of the table, legs crossing tightly. She’s got the bullet on a low setting, but it’s pressing into you perfectly and your eyes fight the urge to close. 

It gets stronger when Sam turns it up and tells you to look at her. “I think I’ll tell her about our little secret the next time she comes back,” she husks, sitting up and leaning forward to put one hand over your tight knuckles and keeping the other out of sight. “Let her know who you belong to, y’know? Or I could just make you cum in front of her.”

You fold your forearms over each other on the table and drop your forehead to them. Doing this in the middle of a restaurant feels dirty, it feels wrong. Nevertheless, you still find yourself humming quietly as your clit throbs, waves hitting you and making the muscles in your lower belly clench, a heat settling there and a buzz starting to fall over your mind. You aren’t sure if it’s from the alcohol or the pleasure. 

“Dirty girl,” Sam chides, clicking her tongue and turning off the vibrator after over a full minute of stimulation. Shame floods through you when you realize that you didn’t want it to stop and that you feel all empty and achy without it. Sluggishly, you lift your head up and put your hands in your lap as Sam flags down a waiter and orders you another Manhattan. 

“I’m starved,” the devil across from you groans. “Are you hungry, baby? God, where is that damn brie? Why don’t you read over the menu.” 

As if she’d summoned her, the waitress pops back up seconds later with the brie and Manhattan in hand. Apparently she learned her lesson the last time, because she barely says anything as she takes your orders, rushing away as soon as possible. Sam seems pleased by this. 

“Hey, question,” she begins, munching lightly on the appetizer. “Do you think you can cum quietly before she gets back?”

Scraping forks and clinking spoons and light chatter fill the space around you as you shake your head violently. “Samantha, no. Please let's just-” the vibrations begin again and your jaw drops slightly. “Just fuck me when we get home,” you whisper urgently, tone slowly turning to a whine. Wriggling against the chair and pleading with your eyes, you watch as she simply sits back and observes. 

“I don’t know about you, but I think we should do this more often,” she says conversationally, finishing her whiskey and upping the strength of the vibrations. “Wow! This thing has patterns too?”

Suddenly, the bullet begins pulsing in time with your clit. Each wave hits you in the perfect spot. It’s quick and precise and you’re dripping and panting and no one knows. You can’t help the uncontrollable moan that comes out of you, all quiet and needy and music to Sam’s ears. No one but her can see the flush of your cheeks and the way you shift forward slowly. No one but her knows she’s the one making you bite your lip and breathe heavy through your nose.

Hot. It’s too hot in here, you’re sweating and shaking uncontrollably. To anyone else it must seem like you’re having a stomachache; only you and your conniving girlfriend are aware of the pleasure coursing through you and its filthy, in all honesty. It’s filthy. 

Sam runs a hand through her hair and watches you and ultimately decides she’s discovered a new kink when she catches herself wishing the waitress would come back and see you all desperate for her and only her. She can see that you’re on the edge, reading you like an open book and knowing you need a push. 

“I wish you could see yourself right now,” she groans when you roll your hips slightly. “I don’t even know how to describe it. You’re all desperate and you’re biting your lip so hard I think it might bleed and I want nothing more than to just fuck you on this table in front of everyone.”

Her rambling is flooding through you, each word like a lightning strike in your stomach that makes you feel all warm and tight. You can tell she’s having a hard time not throwing caution to the wind and just bending you over the table by the tremor in her voice; it makes you put your head down and whine. 

Body taut with anticipation, you focus on the overwhelming feeling spiraling within your lower abdomen. “Sam,” you whine out before the pulsing vibrations running through you finally break the tight coil and you cum with the taste of her name fresh in your mouth. 

Sam watches you go tense and shudder through your orgasm, quickly turning the strength of the vibrations down to the lowest level and allowing you to ride it out. She bumps her leg against yours under the table to anchor you while waiting patiently for you to get through the aftershocks. 

Slowly, you pick your head up from the table and uncross your legs uncomfortably, startling when the silicone shifts against your overstimulated bundle of nerves. Sam’s looking at you with unadulterated adoration all over her face, she’s reaching her hand out over the table in a silent request for you to hold it and you do. 

Footsteps sound behind you, the waitress showing up just in time to witness the dark flush on your cheeks and your chest and your shoulders and the still slightly glazed over look in your eyes. Sam is beaming at her. She’s sitting there all smiley and nothing close to how she was earlier. It makes you roll your eyes. 

“Thanks!” She calls after the woman who says nothing and keeps her gaze on the floor the whole time she’s placing the food on your table, scurrying away ASAP like a scared child.

[sidneyprescottswhore]

‼️‼️‼️ TRUST. I AM WORKING.

[sidneyprescottswhore]

You're the best Scream writer in this app, i absolutely love your fics so much, and i always check if you've updated or posted something because I'm so thrilllleeeeeddd xx

WHAT THE HELLL TYSM BRO THIS IS THE BEST COMPLIMENT IVE EVER GOTTEN? i have like 8 fanfics coming up so youll have something to check back to soon 😭

[sidneyprescottswhore]

need sam carpenter to strangle me

[sidneyprescottswhore]

Your writing never disappoints I love it!

holy shit tysm

[sidneyprescottswhore]

im ngl i thought that was gonna get like 2 likes erm,,,

anyways , g!p = girl penis

warnings: g!p sam, unprotected sex, how do you write about dicks, dom!sam, fingering , sam isn’t very lengthy , more width? (im not gonna fucking say girthy.) a lot more warnings but im stressed and tired

her clothed cock rubbed against your cunt, wet spots being left behind on her jeans. when you looked behind your back, you thought her regular tight jeans were bursting at the seems from her noticeable bulge.

“shit..” sam groaned against your ear, grabbing a handful of your ass and grinding herself onto you, heavy hot breaths leaving her mouth only to leave your own. you could feel her unbuttoning her jeans and the sound of them dropping to the floor.

a new material rubbed against you now, her boxers now were sliding against your pussy, the feeling of her length was more visible now. you huffed, bucking your hips into it, now covering her underwear with your slick.

she slid her boxers off, painfully slow, groaning at the friction of the waistband slipping over her cock. “fuck, baby, do you see what you do to me?” she sighed, the groan still ringing in your ear. you turned around to see the head of her dick, dripping with precum. it took every nerve in your body to not just shove yourself backward onto it. she huffed, frustratedly, yanking you back by the hook and eye of your bra, you swear it had snapped just there, and you were right.

you turned around fully, lowering down to her cock as you stared straight into her eyes. you placed your index over the head, precum now on the pad of your finger. you collected it now with your index and middle, slowly adding all your fingers to form a full hand, sliding the slick all over her shaft. sam bobbed her head at that, a whine leaving her throat nice and low.

“yeah? doin’ well for me? turn.” she demanded, vulnerability in her voice still. you felt disappointed, your lips had to retract as you were about to kiss the tip of her slicked up dick. but that disappointment quickly turned into satisfaction as she rubbed your inner thigh, head of her cock teasing your entrance.

“don’t even need lube.” she chuckled, lowering herself to your cunt. “-but you do need prep, gonna finger you nice and quick, okay doll?” she grinned, spitting at your cunt and pushing her middle inside of you. slowly, starting to curl her finger into you, wasn’t enough to stretch you, wasn’t enough to prep you for her width. unwarned, she shoved her index and ring finger into you, a high groan leaving your lips. she thrusted into you slowly, quickening by the second. she could feel you loosening around her, so she rejected her fingers out of your pussy, licking them from their dirtiness.

“you ready?” she breathed into your ear, hot breath slipping over your neck. you felt her hands on your ass, teasing you once again. “y-yeah..” you whimpered out, feeling her push into you. her grip on your ass tightened as she thrusted into you at a steady pace, whispering dirty things into your ear.

“such a good fucking- girl for me, aren’t you?” she winced, cock becoming more sensitive. “y-yeah- i’m so, fucking g-good…” you managed to choke out, her cock stretching you out so well.

she panted, watching her length disappear into you over and over again as her pace quickened inside of you. she felt her own release, as well as your own, by the way you tightened around her, by the way you bucked into her.

you came with a high pitched whine as she fucked you through your orgasm, her movements becoming sloppier and sloppier as she thrusted her hips into you. once you had came down from your high, she pulled out of you, sliding her hand across her shaft roughly. you turned towards her, taking the cock in your mouth, never leaving eye contact with her.

as much as sam wants to look at you, its just so embarrassing, so she looked up to the ceiling, biting onto her knuckle as she grunted and bucked into your mouth. she came with a low moan, thighs shaking as she pulled your head down to take the full length in your mouth, the liquid slipped down your throat, being forced to swallow as she huffed with ragged breathing.