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ittybittyfanblog · 8 months ago

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Error 404: (Self-Aware!AU, Sylus Edition)

Summary: A LADS self-aware!AU featuring Sylus (+ maybe the other MLs!) and an oblivious player. That’s it, that’s the plot. Tags: player!reader x sylus, fem!reader x sylus, reader x lads, maybe some suggestive language?? will add more tags as the story progresses A/N: This is gonna be a multi-chapter fic! I’m still not sure whether to do the boys in rotation, or just focus on one ML per series. Don’t take my word for it atp tho – I’m not even sure if I can actually finish a series lol. Also, I’ve had the creative liberty of changing stuff from the actual gameplay here and there. (Except for the self-awareness. That’s most definitely real.) Hope you enjoy~!

Pt. 1 - Pt. 2 - Pt. 3 - Pt. 4 - Pt. 5 - Pt. 6 - Pt. 7 - Pt. 8 - Pt. 9 - Pt. 10 - Epilogue (for the spin-off: click here!)

It’s a quarter past eight and you’re still on your desk working overtime on a Friday night.

You let out a big sigh, leaning back on your office chair after an unhealthy duration of bad posture from hours of slouching down in front of your computer. There’s nothing ergonomic about the way this job is killing you, and the ache in your lower back can attest to that.

An irate orange tabby plops himself in front of you, blocking your view of the glaring screen and you figure that it’s time for a break.

“Me-oow.”

“I know, I know,” You answer tiredly, standing up to dodge a stray paw clawing your way and you hear cracks in three different places that are honestly unbecoming of a woman your age. You haven’t even reached thirty yet, for god’s sake. “I’m a bad mother. But mom also had to skip dinner to make it to the seven PM meeting, so cut me some slack, okay?”

A high-pitched “meooowr!” is the only response you get; it seems like there’s no excusing late dinner time this time around.

As much as you’d like to hem and haw and complain, the main reason why you’re still keeping this job is because you can work remotely. If it weren’t for the fact that you’re stuck most days at home working hours past your regular nine to five, having to be on-call around the clock at all times, and that you’ve consumed more sodium than a nitrite victim with the way you live off cup ramen, then, really, it beats working in an office where you’d physically have to clock in and out from exactly nine to five.

Your right eye twitches. No, I have not fallen in love with the system that exploits me, thank you very much.

“Here is your Fancy Feast, your highness,” you tell the hungry feline who’s already ignoring the hand that feeds for the bowl full of white fish paté. He eats healthier than you, sure, but you work like this for him to eat like this. The life of a single mom is an uphill battle, but extremely rewarding.

You raise your hand to pat your son’s head lovingly, aborting the gesture halfway when you hear a warning growl. Alright, tough crowd.

After nuking a half-eaten takeout box in the microwave and grabbing a cold Bundaberg from the fridge, you hunker down on the “chaise lounge” (see: an old wingback and a rattan ottoman you’ve refurbished as a makeshift seat a few weeks back when you had guests over) for a late meal.

You barely register the taste of lukewarm rice on your tongue, mouth moving mechanically while your mind runs on autopilot about everything and nothing at the same time.

Maybe it’s time to check Jobstreet again

Is there like a laundromat near the area that’s open twenty four seven

Eugh, I hate cold peas

What do we feel about Chromakopia?

I will… die alone

I really need to stock on some fresh produce this weekend—

Ping!

A notification from your phone pulls you out of your thoughts—and like a well-trained dog pavlov’d into responding, you visibly perk up at the sight of your lock screen lighting up and the familiar banner you’ve already memorized by heart.

Your Galaxy Explorer rewards are here. Did you put my hotel’s address as the shipping address?

Ah, just like clockwork.

You press on it with a quiet, bubbling anticipation, chewing on the plastic spork as you wait impatiently for the silly mobile game that’s been your short respite at intervals—for more than you’d care to admit—to boot up.

Offhandedly, you wish that the devs would add more variations to the game’s push notifications; more random, personalized stuff like maybe a reminder to drink water, or a fun update about their day. What you’d give–pay–for a: "Less on the overtime, kitten. I miss you,” dialogue from a certain character, but you digress.

Oh, well. Probably better this way, lest you dig yourself deeper into delusion.

The game greets you with the usual picturesque view of a silver-haired man sitting cross-legged on a chair, looking all the bit at ease in his signature crimson and white button up. The warm ambience of the Destiny Café at night draws you in, already pulling your attention away from the never-ending stream of thoughts in your brain.

“Before seeing you, I thought today would be another dull day,“ Sylus comments airily. The way he drawls out the words in that deep timbre of his voice never fails to make your heart flutter – just a teeeensy bit.

“Ever the charmer,” you sigh happily in return, situating yourself more comfortably on the sofa, almost horizontal from how far you’re leaning back on the cushion. “You’re looking awfully normal tonight. What, no pineapple glasses for your favorite girl?”

Having bypassed the initial cringe of talking to yourself after literal months of gameplay, it almost comes off natural, the banter. You’ve already accepted the fact that you’re crazy about a fictional, pixelated man—what’s pretending to have actual conversations with him gonna do? It’s not as if he actually hears you yap your nonsense; there are worse things in the world than a parasocial attachment to an otome game character.

Your little jab at the sometimes random addition to his choice of attire earns you a laugh from the man himself—or at least it looks as though it does, making you blink momentarily in surprise. Happy coincidence, I guess.

You shake your head, cracking a smile, then proceed to do the routine of completing the daily agenda and then some.

It’s tedious business, sure. You’ve dedicated hours upon hours on this game and you’re honestly starting to feel pretty bored with some of the gameplay elements, but you *do* like the ritualistic nature of ticking off the tasks one by one. It’s almost ironic— the way you dutifully do one thing after the other in this game, just to avoid the pile of work that’s waiting for you in real life.

It’s not as if anything, or anyone’s relying on you to do your daily log-ins, so you suppose it’s due to that lack of pressure as well.

Pulling yourself away from the five-star Xavier memory card you’ve grinded to level seventy, you stare despondently at the sad little 2 on your remaining energy. The embarrassing amount of materials you lack to ascend the card seem to mock you, even as you exit the Memories window. Another goal for another day, perhaps.

All tasks on the daily agenda are complete, except for one that you’ve always saved for last.

You’re met with a standing Sylus on the game’s home screen, arms crossed and wearing an expression you’d almost describe as impatient, if you didn’t know any better. The sight makes you grin.

Cheekily, you poke his crotch.

You’re looking forward to getting a playful remark, or if you’re lucky, a blush along with an embarrassed retort about your shamelessness.

What you get, however, is a resounding scoff. Your eyes snap back to his face – from, ahem, your prolonged staring at the area below his waist – and you do see the familiar tinge of pink on his cheeks, but what he says in response catches you off-guard.

“You spend that much resource for a card that isn’t mine?” Sylus tsks, both his voice and expression coming across as… affronted? “Kitten, I’m actually hurt.”

Huh?

You haven’t heard that line from him before. Was there a recent update you weren’t aware of? The man in question then appears to look amused, from the way you’ve been rendered speechless by the unexpected dialogue.

All at once, you gasp when you realize what the new response means.

“That’s so smart,” you say giddily. You see Sylus cock his head to the side, synchronously quirking an eyebrow—expectant. “They actually added a feature that lets them know which memory I’ve upgraded last, and make you react to it. Oh, that’s so cool!”

If you weren’t too busy being excited over what you think is a new update from the game, you’d see the chagrined look on Sylus’ face. But when you glance back at him, all trace of the emotion is gone before you could notice anything different.

“Don’t worry, Crow Man. You’re still my favorite,” you assure him, making his mouth tick upwards in a semblance of a smile. He looks pleased all of the sudden, his demeanor shifting into something more relaxed.

Then a pout forms on your face. You crinkle your nose in frustration as you complain, “It’s just really hard to level your cards up at this point. It takes ages and a shit ton of energy just to level you up past seventy five.” Sighing, you add, kind of bitterly, “And I’m too broke to be spending money on growth packs.”

Checking the time on your phone, you see that you’ve already spent more than an hour on your self-imposed break time and you know that you ought to get back to work soon. With a groan, you pull yourself to sit upright, savoring the last few minutes of free time before you slave off for the rest of the night.

You’re about to clean up what’s left of dinner when you notice the oddly thoughtful look on Sylus’ face.

There’s a deep furrow in his brows as he brings a hand up to cover his mouth. He closes his eyes shut for a few seconds. He's never done that gesture before... Ugh, he looks really hot–

Suddenly, you see a flicker—then a weird, sort of graphic distortion happening in the background. Uh, what??

A beat; then a glitch on the screen. “Ah, shit.”

The game crashes.

You exhale loudly as the game’s interface goes back to the loading screen, tapping your thumb impatiently as the bar slowly loads to 15%... 50%..... 81%.......

“Maybe make sure to patch up first before releasing an update next time, jeez—huh?”

For a quick second, nothing seems to be amiss. But then the first thing you see on the home screen is Sylus’ figure standing before you, wearing an expression one could only describe as a cat that ate the proverbial canary.

He speaks— and it’s another intro you haven’t heard him say, ever.

“You should’ve told me sooner, sweetie,” he almost coos the words out, making your eyes bug out in shock.

“Now, why don’t you go check your–” he pauses, and his mouth moves as if he’s rolling the word out, testing it. “Inventory?”

Sylus slides his gaze towards the upper left corner of the screen, a coy smirk still ever-present on his face.

There, you see something you haven’t noticed earlier: two notification badges. One on your mailbox, and another on the Hunter’s Info tab. Bewildered, you press on the mail icon first, despite the insistence for you to start with the latter.

You see a new message: [For You]

A small gift, to bridge our worlds closer. – S

Nothing is attached to it. You read it twice, perplexed.

“You’re quite the contradictorian, aren’t you?” Sylus tuts as soon as you return back to the home screen, his gaze boring into you even when he tilts his head sideways in mock exasperation. “Mmm, I suppose it doesn’t matter. Take all the time you need, sweetheart.”

Helplessly, you open your inventory next.

Your jaw drops.

“What. The fuck,” You whisper to yourself, voice wavering in disbelief at what you’re seeing, and the sheer amount of what you’re seeing. “This—this can’t be real.”

You see that all the materials you own, from the bottle of wishes to the ascension crystal boxes, have been multiplied a hundred times over.

And on top of that–

Ninety nine thousand red dias????

You cannot believe how this—this recent… update (or is it a bug? Infold sure isn’t this generous) didn't make the news. Even as someone as uninvolved as you are with the community and the game’s latest releases, something like this for sure would’ve made headlines on Twitter (X), at least. But you haven’t heard anything. Nada.

Holy shit.

You feel a little light-headed, both from incredulity and excitement. Needing a moment to calm yourself down, you exit the Inventory tab in a daze.

You stare at Sylus. He stares back at you with what looks to be mirth in his eyes.

Skeptically, you mutter, “did–did I get hacked or something?”

Anticipating another unexpected dialogue to prompt up, you wait for a full minute without saying anything else. And for a moment, the man in front of you looks indecisive, contemplative.

There’s something very odd, very… human in the way he’s looking at you. He looks as if– as if he’s—

His face falls back into a neutral expression. Not unlike how his idle animation usually looks.

…

….. It doesn’t seem like he’s going to initiate a conversation any time soon, so you hesitantly poke him on the nose.

“Even in the worst-case scenario, there’s no need to panic.”

You’ve heard that one before.

So he’s back to normal now. You temper the small disappointment that blooms in your gut.

Shaking your head slowly, you try to make sense of all the stuff that just happened, but a sharp bite on your ankle pulls you out of your reverie.

“Ow–!” The sight of your cat flopping near your feet reminds you of the time. More importantly, the backlogs waiting for you at your desk.

“Wait, shit– I gotta get back to work.” This… unbelievable stroke of good luck (?) is gonna have to take a backseat for now.

You grab the carton box and the half-empty bottle of sparkling peach as you stand up. Making quick work of throwing the container in the trash and gulping down the rest of your drink, you rush into your room and back in front of your PC.

Cracking your knuckles, you gingerly set your phone against the monitor. Setting the timer to one hour in Quality Time, knowing fully-well that you’re going to have to keep extending it until the wee hours of the morning—or until your battery dies, whichever comes first—you give Sylus one last look, letting out a long exhale before locking in.

“Just keep me company for the night, alright? I’ll figure out what’s going on once my shift’s over.”

It could just be your overactive imagination, but you swear you hear a quiet chuckle from the man polishing his gun in your peripheral.

#love and deepspace #lads #lnds #love and deepspace sylus #lads sylus #lnds sylus #sylus x reader #sylus x non mc reader #sylus x you #lads x you #lads x reader #love and deepspace fic #self aware au #sylus qin

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ii-zi · 2 years ago

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Good news is we knocked 639 kWh off our electricity consumption. Which means almost a hundred dollars less than last bimester's bill. Bad news is that it still means we owe over 220 dlls LMAO

#and some people's bills are gonna be a good x2 even x3 as much bc our biggest chunk of consumption comes from #our AC #otherwise we just charge the phones keep the fridge n lights on + the water thing and the occasional laundry load #but like not even the microwave stays plugged if not in use lol only the AC n fridge #i dont want to imagine how much ppl with more units or like PCs and other stuff are gonna get charged..#cfe is fucking everyone over dear god #((I'm not asking for money im just complaining lol))#like last bimester i saw ppls bills go over 12k pesos..#thats like 600 dlls..#bc every kWh over 3500 i think goes for 17 dollar cents/3 pesos #n the 3000-3500 each is like 0.11 dlls/2 pesos..#so imagine ppl with like 2-3 bedrooms that's like at least ¾ton each plus living-dinning-kitchen space that's gotta take a ton n a half #with the heat here u gotta have that thing in cold (if you're home) between at least 10am-8pm even in october #to keep it at least around 70F/21C #the rest of the day u could turn it off or just fan but ur gonna bake lol if you let it do its thing at night in auto its still gonna be on #for a few hours lol #it's impossible to live w it off and we're the state w the most expensive electricity nation-wide #if only we had the means to to finance solar #but idk i dont like how the plan here is you give it all to them and it reduces ur bill #like a dude proved last bill that they're artificially inflated i doubt they would be transparent about it in case of solar lol

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writersdrug · 10 months ago

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more barman! simon!!!! (ofc you can ignore if it’s too many suggestions lol)

can we see simon flirting with reader a little? especially after he sees she actually got jealous of tabasco!blondie

I feel like he would TOTALLY be a tease flirt.

He likes to get under your skin - not to aggravate you, but he just can't resist making you pout and blush and snap at him. He loves how you're all "tough business" with customers, but with him - your boss - that tough skin turns soft, warm, and easily flushed.

He'll tell you your shirt is inside-out while you're waiting for drinks, laughing when you crane your neck around to look for the tag with a confused expression. Smirks as you whine and complain about him pestering you, grabbing the drinks when he sets them down and storming off to your table.

He doesn't realize it, but he'll find excuses to keep you longer after work (and notices how you're not opposed to spending more time with him outside of your shift). He'll never admit it, but he loves to have you nearby, even if it's because he's assigning you more tasks off the clock. Something like "Price said tomorrow's crowd is gonna be a tough one. Might need ya to stick 'round n' help roll silverware." And you'd happily help, grabbing a sanitized bucket of utensils and a stack of napkins and planting yourself at the bar, chatting his ear off as he carries his shift out.

Pulls the ol' reliable "you're defensive" flirtation move. And you fall for it every time. How can you get out of this one? If you say you're not defensive, then you're being defensive. If you agree with him, then... well, you agree with him. You both yap back and forth like this until you're pulling your hair out, stomping away and telling Simon to kiss your ass (tell him again, and he'd happily do it).

But, what Simon dishes out, he can NOT take.

You'll tell him that his shoelace is untied, twirling a straw in your fingers. The moment he looks down, you shoot the straw wrapper at his head like a blow dart, scampering off and giggling before he can grab you by the strings of your apron. You casually mention that his pub would benefit from a stripper pole on the bar - whether it's for him or for you, he can't decipher, but now he's coughing to hide his groan and desperately trying to think of something other than you on his bartop. You sometimes call him by his title: "Bartender, can I have two whiskey sours?" "Bartender, customer at table four says there's hardly any vodka in their mule." "Bartender, I need you to reach me more napkins on the shelf upstairs. They're too high."

He'll glare at you, staring down over his folded arms, you staring right back with your hands on your hips. (He secretly loves it) He sighs and marches off to get whatever you need, and you smile triumphantly and plant yourself at the bar, waiting for him to return.

He knocks his knuckles against the side of your head when he returns, making you yelp. "Hey! What the fu-"

"'M gettin' you a stepstool, half-pint."

#bartender ghost #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon riley #ghost #ghost x you #ghost x reader #ghost cod #call of duty #cod x reader

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harrysxcarolina · 2 months ago

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billie bossa nova

b. eilish

warnings: pure smut, little to no plot, wlw, strap, fem!reader, mentions of being a switch (idk maybe its 1 am), cussing, oral, half proof read, honestly there's probably more but im so sleepy i can't think lol, also hiiiii lovies!!!!!! im backkkkkkkkkkkk!!!!!! enjoy this sweet treat!! hopefully it helps to start your week off good!!! also she a long juicy thing so yeah!! mwah! goodnight!!! 🤭🥰😘

wc: 9.1k

love when it comes without a warnin’

The air was hot and heavy. Clothes sprawled out across the floor and long forgotten about. Heavy breaths and soft sighs fill the room as her lips leave traces down your neck. The moonlight sparkling across the floor. Your mind clouded with nothing but her. Her body pressed against yours as your hands grip and grasp down her spine trying desperately to pull her closer as if that was even possible. Her hips rutting against you deliciously causing your hands to slide down her sides gripping her hips aiding in her movements.

“Fuck,” she groans deep in your neck giving you a hard thrust as she grips one of your thighs wrapping your leg around her hip. Her hands tangled deep into the sheets that lay beside your head as her heavy breaths continued to fan across your burning skin. Her chest pressed against yours as you feel every ragged breath she takes. Your breasts bouncing against each other as her body rubs against yours in the most mouthwatering way possible. “You so feel so fucking good baby.” She moans as she kisses her way down your neck and across your collar. Leaving small love bites in her wake as she works her way down to your sensitive bud. Locking her lips around your perky nipple swirling her tongue in figure eights as her orbs look up meeting yours.

You were a sight for sore eyes. Hair sprawled across the pillow, lips swollen and caught between your teeth trying desperately to hold back your moans. Your cheeks a deep red as you arch further into her touch, needing her to consume you completely. Your chest heaving up and down as you thrust up against her matching her pace. Silently begging her for more. Her smirk only grew as she continued to kiss and suck your perky tits giving them both the same amount of love and attention. The coil deep inside you getting bigger and bigger just waiting to unravel as you continue to watch her mark you up in places only you could see. A reminder. She was the only one that got to see you like this. The only one who gets to feel you in this way. To please you in this way. It was never spoken, but you both knew. She owned you and your body. You were hers to play with and please in any way she deemed fit, and you’d never complain. You’d take anything she gives you happily.

“Don’t get shy on me now angel. Let me hear your pretty noises. Tell me what you want, pretty girl.” She mumbles against your skin as she lets your nipple go with a pop. Her tongue swipes across her lips as she looks up at you giving you a knowing smirk. Her hips slow just slightly against yours causing you to moan out in protest. Arching your back off the cool sheets you don’t dare look away from her. Your hands are still gripping her hips tightly trying desperately to get her to pick her pace back up. She’s quick to grip your hands, pinning them above your head as she stops her movements all together.

“C’mon mamas. I’m not gonna ask again.” She states sternly before she places a quick peck on your forehead. Her breasts glide across yours as she slowly slides her hand down your pinned arms. Her fingertips teasing their way down your heaving chest as she captures her bottom lip between her teeth. Leaning back on her knees taking you all in. Groaning to herself as her fingers glide between your breast and down your torso stopping just above your hips as she once again glances up at you through her lashes. Your body arching into her down as she gently tickles and teases your skin. Watching the goosebumps cover your heaving chest. Her eyes are dark and wild as you see her impatience consume her features. Her dark hair cascading down into her view as she grips both of your thighs spreading your legs even further apart. Fingers spread wide across your soft skin as she flexes her hips against yours. Your wetness sticks to her heated core as she hits your aching clit perfectly.

“Fuck, please!” You moan as your hands grip the pillow tightly as you rut up in response. Your body aching and screaming for her touch. Your core clenching on nothing as you feel her glare on you. “Please what baby?” Billie asks, her tone dropping just a hint as she slowly taps her fingers down your thigh. Teasing your skin with the cool sting from the rings cluttering her fingers.

“Need you - fuck - need you on top of me.” You whine as you watch her fingers inching their way towards your soaked cunt. Your breath catches in your throat as her fingers flirt with you. Spreading your wetness along her fingers as she purposely avoids your throbbing clit. A cocky smirk lays across her cheeks as she moves her soaked fingers up to her swollen lips. Groaning to herself as the taste of you hits her tongue. The hand gripping your thigh moves to lower your legs back on the bed as she makes her way across your hips.

“This what you wanted?” Billie asks her tone husky and deep as her hands grip your sides squeezing softly as she straddles herself on top of you. Quickly nodding your head yes as your hands lay across her thighs as you can’t help the deep pull ricocheting across your entire body. You were drunk off the feeling of her sitting atop of you. The idea of her getting herself off by using you only adds to the burning fire deep in your core. You could feel yourself dripping down onto the bed as her hands slowly slide up your sides moving to grope your tits as she slowly begins to rock her hips back and forth. Her breath catches in the back of her throat as she rubs her clit perfectly against you. Her head falls back along her shoulders as your hands move to grip her hips.

“Fuck just like that Bils.” You moan as you buck up in time with her rocking. Her tits bouncing and swaying in time with her movements as she quickens her pace. Her belly piercing swaying across her tummy as you move her hips against yours. Your moans fill the room as her fingers pinch and pull your swollen nipples. The headboard banging against the wall as she continues to use your body. Her wetness hot and sticky like warm honey coating the both of you as she quivers above you. “Shit,” She grumbles as her hair falls into her face. Her eyes clenched shut as she gets lost in the sounds of your moans and the feeling of her impending orgasm nearing.

“Close already baby?” You softly ask as you move one of your hands up her side tracing the underline of her boob but not staying there too longer before your working your hand up to her neck. Squeezing firmly causing her eyes to shoot open. Her eyes are the darkest blue you’ve ever seen. Licking your lips as you can’t help the smirk that spreads across your face. You feel her pulse quicken under your grip as she grinds against you as occasionally flicking her gaze between your face and the way your tits are swaying in time with the rocking of her hips. Nodding her head silently as you gently tug her down against you, capturing her lips with yours. Her hips never faulting as your lips battle for dominance. Swallowing each others moans as you tilt your head deepening the kiss. The hand on her neck stays in place as you pull apart keeping her in this position wanting to feel every aspect of her approaching orgasm. Your own not too far behind as the hand that lay on her hip moves up her spine and tangles into her dark locks. Gripping the base of her neck firmly as you tilt her head back forcing her to look at you.

“Go ahead. Use me. Grind that pretty little pussy of yours all over me until you make an absolute mess of yourself.” You breath against her lips causing her eyes to roll back into her head as that was all it took for her to pick up her pace racing to get herself to the finish line.

It’s hard to stop it once it starts

It was late. You definitely weren’t expecting her, but you also weren’t complaining. You were used to these little pop-ups she did. You’ve grown used to her showing up whenever the craving became too much for her to bare. Her hot breath fanned across your neck as she pinned you against your front door. Too needy and too impatient to make it to the bedroom she needed you now. “Missed you so much.” She groaned before her teeth sunk into your skin. Her lips hot on their trail as she starts her torture on your neck. Your moans sound like sweet melodies in her ears as your hands tangle into her hair. Locking her in place as her hips pin you up against the door. Tilting your head to the side offering her more room to explore as her hands grip the hem of your baggy shirt, pulling it above your head and quickly tossing it somewhere behind her before she goes back to work. Groaning to herself as she sees you in nothing but the black lace panties hugging your hips.

Her petite hands are hot and heavy on your chest as she works her lips down along your collarbone. Fingertips twisting and pulling your sensitive buds as she swipes her wet tongue across the bone as she looks up at you through her lashes. Kissing her way along your cleavage and through the valley of your breast. “Wanna taste you so bad.” She whispers against your torso. Her fingers fiddling with the waistline of your lace panties waiting for your approval before she dives in. Brushing your fingers across her cheek as you offer her a soft nod. Kneeling down fully onto her knees as she places a soft peck to your tummy. Your head leaning back against the door breathing deeply as she slowly lowers your panties to the floor. Licking her lips before she starts the slow torture of kissing up and along your thighs. Her lips spread across your skin in a smirk as she smells your arousal the closer she gets to your heated core.

Tapping her fingers along your soft skin as she kisses her way across your waistline. Gently running her fingers through your folds as she nips one of your hips with her teeth causing you to jolt up into her touch. A breathy moan leaves your lips as one of your hands cup your breast and the other tangles deep into her locks.

“You’re teasing me.” You whine as you try to guide her to where you needed her the most. Groaning as she quickly pins your hips back against the door with her free hand glancing up at you. Your hair disheveled across your head slightly falling into your view. Your eyes wide and doe like as you look down at her impatiently waiting for her tongue to be deep inside you. She watches as you play with your boob purposefully slowly down your movements knowing that it drives her wild when you pleasure yourself in front of her. Her eyebrows rise as she watches you twist and pull your own nipple. Moaning at the feeling it shoots sent to your core.

“Won’t take a lot to get you goin’,” She states as she traces her lips lower and lower down your burning skin. Getting closer to your sex as she keeps her eyes on you. “I’m sorry if it’s torture though.” She whines before she places a kiss atop your clit. Your breath catches as you buck up towards her lips. Eyes rolling back as she glides her tongue between your folds. Moaning against you as she laps up your juices. Tongue working fast and hard against your clit as she licks and sucks on your heat. Her grip on your hip is tight and steady as she holds you in place. Taking what she wants from you.

Groaning as you fight against her hold, needing more than what she was giving you. Your fingers gripping her head as she works you closer and closer to your release. Her tongue swivels and flicks along you driving you crazy as you feel the tightness build up. “Fucking shit. Yes right there!” You moan as she captures your bud between her lips sucking you fully into her mouth as she slowly slides her fingers between your folds. Flirting with your hole as she teases your clit with the tip of her tongue. Her eyes heavy on your features as she watches your chest heave up and down off the door as your mouth hangs open. Cheeks flushed as you waited for her to give you what you were silently begging for. Sliding two fingers deep along your walls as her tongue refuses to give up. Her fingers curl perfectly, hitting your sweet spot right from the start.

Letting you go with a pop as she thrust her fingers fully inside you. Twisting and curling her fingers along your walls groaning deeply at the sound of your wetness coating her hand. She watches her fingers moving in and out of your cunt as her bottom lip gets stuck between her teeth. “Fuck,” she groans. “It might be more of an obsession.” She states as she dives right back in sliding her tongue up and down your folds, drinking in everything you were offering her. You feel yourself clenching around her digits as her tongue moves in figure eights against your clit.

You were on cloud nine. Head cluttered with the view of her below you. Her knelt on her knees with her face buried between your thighs. Your legs get weaker but the second as her fingers are relentlessly thrusting in and out of you. Her chin is covered in your juices as her hand moves to grip your ass. Guiding you to fuck yourself on her tongue and fingers. Her hair messy and all over the place from none other than the grip of your fingers deep in her hair. “Please don’t stop. Fuck I’m - I’m so fucking close.” You moan as you grind your pussy faster against her tongue. Your vision begins to blur as you feel the tightness getting bigger and bigger. Teeth caught along your bottom lip as you almost missed her soft plea for you to give her what she wants.

Your skin burning hotter than the sun as you feel her grope your ass tighter holding up against her face as her fingers repeatedly hit your sweet spot over and over again. Her tongue working your clit perfectly. “I want it. I want all of it baby.” She demands as you squeeze her so tight she can barely move her fingers. She doesn’t hesitate to work you through your high as her fingers continue to work you in a c’mere motion. Her lips tight around your clit sending shocks of pleasure throughout your body as your high hits you like a ton of bricks. You felt her smirk along your folds as she slowly removes her fingers. Groaning as she raises her sticky fingers up to her lips and licks them clean, smirking up at you as she does so.

Oh you’re so in for it tonight.

makes me wanna make em’ jealous

“What the hell was that?” Her tone is sharp and straight to the point. Her footsteps echoing on the hardwood floor as she makes her way across the empty kitchen. Turning on your heel in confusion as you balance the red solo cup along your fingertips. The thumping music from the party you were currently attending fills the space around you as you take another sip of your cup. Your cheeks are flushed and warm as you lean yourself against the counter. Your head is fuzzy, probably from the alcohol cruising through your veins. Your eyebrows raise in confusion as she stands herself right in front of you. The tips of your shoes touch as you look at her up and down. “What was what?” You ask nonchalantly with a shrug of your shoulder. Her eyes are fuming as she sucks her tongue across her teeth, shaking her head in disbelief as she grabs your hips and tugs you off the counter. You were now pressed tightly against her front as you felt the heat radiating off her body. Moaning softly to yourself as you feel the bulge between her thighs. Lip caught between your teeth as you meet her gaze. Noticing how she already stood with a cocky smirk and an eyebrow hitched. A knowing smirk spread across her lips. “Now that I have your full attention.” She seethed, gripping your hips tighter. “Let me repeat myself one more fucking time. What the hell was that?” She questioned. Her orbs getted a dark deep blue as your cheeks begin to heat up under her stare. Gripping the red solo cup tighter as you recall the incident she was referring to.

The music was loud as you swayed your body to the beat. Head thrown back as you let loose and sang along with the crowd dancing around you. Cup tight in your grip as the bodies around you mindlessly bumping and grinding aimlessly around the very limited space. Not soon after you get lost in the song you feel a pair of unfamiliar hands grip your hips. Aiding in your movements to the rhythm as they pressed their body fully against your back. The alcohol in you wasn’t the best excuse for why you allowed this to continue but being lost in the moment and mind clouded by the unknown amount of shots you’ve taken thus far tonight definitely wasn’t helping. Telling yourself that you’re going to go stress free tonight and just have fun. Not knowing the last time you fully allowed yourself to do so.

You knew she wouldn’t be happy about it. You knew you would be in for a long night the moment she found out. Even though the words we never spoke aloud you were hers. And hers only. It was okay for them to look, but they were never to touch.

The song soon changed and with the beat drop scaring you out of your daze you quickly pushed yourself away from the mysterious body and quickly searched for a quieter place. You needed to sober up. You needed the fuzziness to go away. Zig zagging your way through what seemed like an endless amount of bodies, you finally reach the kitchen and thank the universe that no one was in there. Which was shocking seeing as all the drink options were scattered throughout the room. Empty pizza boxes and half drank cups litter the counters as you make your way to the sink. Dumping out the remaining liquid down the drain and quickly replacing it with water.

Taking a big gulp of the refreshing liquid as you make a mental note to grab a snack as well once you finished your cup of water -

“I didn’t mean -” you start before she quickly interrupts you. “Oh what?! You didn’t mean to let that guy rub his dick all up on you? Baby girl, if you were that desperate to get dicked down you know all you gotta do is ask and it's done.” She states confidently as she ruts herself up against you once again. The faux cock hidden under her baggy pants rubbing against your clit perfectly through your tight skirt. Your head falls back along your shoulders as your grip on the cup loosens slightly. A sharp jolt shoots through your body causing pins and needles to coat your skin. A soft moan rolls off your lips as you try and return the motion only to be stopped and pressed back against the counter.

“Nuh-uh pretty. You get what I give you tonight.” She groans as she moves one of her hands to grip your neck. Pulling you down to her and crashing her lips onto yours. The kiss is filled with nothing but clashing teeth and desperation. Breathing each other in as your tongues battle for dominance. Forgetting everything around you and getting completely lost into her. Her touch. Her lips. Her soft groans as she occasionally ruts her hips up against you.

Pulling apart from your lips to kiss across your jaw and down your neck. Searching for your sweet spot and smirking to herself as she starts her attack on your skin. Her teeth nipping at your hot skin and quickly after flicking the tip of her warm tongue across it soothing the ache she left. Leaving her mark along your pulse point before working her lips to your ear. Her hot breath sends shivers down your spine as you feel her grip on your neck tighten just slightly. Her lips brushing across the shell of your ear “The fact he thought he could lay hands on you makes me wanna make em’ jealous.” She whispers into your ear. Your jaw is on the floor. Your cheeks instantly warm to a bright red as you forget to breathe all together. The grip you had on the cup completely unfolds as you move your hands to tangle themselves into her hair. Not caring that the cup of water is now pouring out onto the floor. Her hand drops from your neck and quickly grips your hips moving her head from out of your neck. Licking her lips as she looks up at you taking in the shocked yet turned on express on your face.

Lips quirking slightly before she gently grabs your chin bringing your face down to hers. Glancing between your eyes and swollen lip she can’t help the cocky smirk working its way across her cheeks. Her lips gently brushing against yours as her words seep into your skin like the warm rays on a mid-July day. “We both know I’m the only one who does it how you like. Get your things. We’re leaving now.” She states before she swiftly captures your bottom lip between her pearly white teeth and tugs on it. Growling as she watches it bounce back into place the moment she relishes it. But just as quickly as she came she was gone. Pushing off your body and backing herself away. Glancing down at the bulky watch laying around her wrist she checks the time. “You got 5 minutes mamas. Don’t keep me waiting.” She demands before turning on her heel. Her tone deep and raspy as she leaves you standing there with wobbly knees and a throbbing ache deep in your core.

we both know im worth waitin’ for, that heavy breathin’ on the floor

You sit slouched back in the leather chair. An annoyed groan leaves your lips as your foot taps against the floor. Glancing down at your phone checking the time. 45 minutes. She was 45 minutes late to the meet up she planned. The meet up she begged you to come on even though you told her you had prior engagements and you weren’t available. Were you annoyed? Frustrated? In more than one way that is. Yes absolutely. You’ve tried texting her. Calling her. Nothing. Pure silence. You start to question what you were even doing here. Why were you waiting for a girl you kept dangling you around on a string. Only coming around when it worked best for her. Sighing and pushing yourself up off the chair deciding to collect your things and go. You didn’t want to look even more pathetic than you already did.

Right as you finish packing up your things you hear the slight rattle of the door handle. Freezing in your spot and you glance over your shoulder at the door. You watch it swing open and the dark haired girl rushing in. Her cheeks were light pink as her chest heaved up and down. Trying to catch her breath as she stood there staring at you. Her eyes wide as her hands lay clenched at her sides.

“I’m so sorry!” She hurriedly spoke. Reaching up and brushing her bangs out of her eyes taking a few steps towards you. You are still standing half hunched over the bed as you stare at her with an unknown look in your eyes. “You’re 45 minutes late Billie. What the fuck?” You state as you set your bag pack down on the bed turning to face her fully. She stops just a couple steps shy from you as she glances at you up and down. “I know, and I’m so sorry. I really am. I was in the studio with Finneas, and I know it’s a dumb ass excuse but we really lost track of time. Then my phone died. Please, believe me.” She begged as she stood there with slumped shoulders and a desperate look on her face. Taking a deep breath for glancing down at your shoes.

“I want to believe you. Shit I do believe you. But that’s the problem Billie.” You reply as you twist your fingers together anxiously. You know you have to tell her how you have been feeling. You can’t keep it bottled up anymore. “What - what’s that supposed to mean?” She questions as she looks up at you with furrowed brows. Taking a hesitant step forward as she flexes her fingers that were starting to cramp from how tight she was clenching them. “Billie,” You sigh softly. Taking a deep breath as you fight down the tightness in your chest. “You expect me to drop everything for you at any given moment. You expect me to be at your beck and call whenever you please. Yet you can’t even offer the same courtesy for something you planned knowing I had things already planned.” You rush out. Your frustration gets the best of you and before you can stop yourself the words just fly out of your mouth. “I’ve fallen in love with you and it fucking hurts how you are just playing around with me.” You're both left standing there in shock as the words hang heavy in the air.

“You’re falling in love with me?” Her voice comes off soft as she takes another step closer to you. Only two steps left between the both of you. Looking down at the floor for a second reminding yourself to breathe. Nodding your head softly as you gently nibble on your lip. You feel her fingers gently gripping your chin moving your gaze to hers. Her cheeks are slightly flushed as her orbs are wide and curious. “I’m falling in love with you too. I’m sorry I’ve been so shitty. I don’t ever want to hurt you. Can I make it up to you?” She asks as her eyes never leave yours. You search for any signs of dishonesty, but you find none.

Her fingers move to cup your cheek as you gently nod your head. Her lips brush along yours teasingly as her minty breath invades your senses. “Remember what you asked for the other day?” She mumbles against your lip. You feel her tongue quickly swipe across her lips as you lean your forehead against hers. The quirk of your lips doesn’t go unnoticed by Billie as she knows you remember exactly what you asked her. Your cheeks heat up immediately at her question. She motions with her head over to the nightstand next to the bed. You follow her nod as you feel the giddiness building deep within you. You feel the tingles spreading from the tips of your toes to the tips of your fingers. Licking your lips as you back away from Billie towards the stand. Her smirk matches yours as she keeps her eyes on you. She can feel her entire body heating up at the realization at what is about to happen between the both of you.

***

Her soft whimpers and pleas were the only sounds you could hear as her hands grasped at anything she could reach. Her body spread out along the mattress below the both of you. Her breaths deep and heavy as your lips slowly leave open mouth kisses along her cleavage, one hand holding you up as you tower over her while the other lightly traces up and down her side. You feel her start to clench her thighs around you. Clothes long forgotten along with the blankets that were kicked off the bed in the heat of tangled limbs and messy kisses. Teasing her porcelain skin with the tip of your tongue tracing random shapes as you worked your way down leaving goosebumps in your trail. Inching your warm mouth closer and closer to her swollen nipple as you glance up at her through your lashes. Smirking as you notice her icy orbs already on your every move. You could feel the heat radiating off her shaking body and you’ve barely even touched her yet.

Her hands clench at her sides as you hover your mouth over her tit. She doesn’t move her gaze from yours as she watches you quickly capture the bud between your teeth flicking it between your tongue causing her back to arch up and with a deep moan escaping from her rosy lips. Her teeth biting down harder along her swollen lip as your fingers tap along her side until you reach her other nipple, not wanting it to feel left out you quickly begin twisting and pulling in time with the motion of your tongue. Her moans get louder and coat your burning skin.

Shes so fucking soft. You think as you let your mouth pop off her sensitive and swollen nipple and continue to work yourself lower making sure to kiss every single inch of her as you leave your dark marks all across her waistline. Smirking to yourself as you check out your work before giving special treatment to the tattoo that lay permanently along her lower torso. Her hips buck up in need as you watch her move her clenched hands from the sheets up her body to her achy breast. As your lips trace her sweaty skin you watch her one hand take its time moving up her panting body. Her eyes heavy on you as she teasingly traces her fingertips up her tummy moaning to herself as she arches up into her own touch the higher she gets. Her smirk soon matches yours. Making sure to take her time as she watches your eyes dilated with more need as her other hand pinches and pulls at her nipple. Your heavy breathing fanning over her aching core as you can't help but groan at your own aching need. Softly rutting yourself against the bed to hopefully relieve the pent up frustration.

Laying a chaste kiss above her mound as you offer her one more time to change her mind. “Are you sure about this baby?” You mumble as you scoot yourself into a more comfortable position between her thighs which she had laid spread wide open for you already. Your arms slide under and around her hips gripping them firmly between your hands as you pepper sweet kisses along the inside of her thigh patiently waiting for her approval. Her eyes get a bit softer at your words as her teeth finally let go of her bottom lip. Nodding her head against the pillow as she unclasps her grip on her boobs and moves her hands down to yours that were still holding her hips.

Interlacing her fingers with yours as she quietly whimpers, “Want to feel you everywhere. In every way.” It didn’t take very long before her pretty head was quickly thrown back against the pillow as you swipe your tongue up her soaked folds. The tip of your tongue stroking just right against her throbbing clit. Her hips try aimlessly to buck up into your touch, but with your hands tightly wrapped around them holding her in place she doesn’t get very far. Humming to yourself as you savor the taste of her on your lips. Your fingers flexing against her hip bones as you feel her ragged breath on the tips of your pinky fingers.

Glancing up at her as a small smirk works its way across your lips. The tip of your tongue slowly makes its way through her soaked folds gathering every single drop of her juices. Her grip on your hands tightens the moment you start to slowly swipe your tongue back and forth along her clenching hole before fully capturing her heat between your lips. Your moans against her send vibrations throughout her body as you begin to fully tongue fuck her. Thrusting your face deeper between her thighs as you begin to curl the wet muscle along her spongy walls.

Getting lost in the taste of her and the sounds of her sweet melodies you continue to devour her feverishly. You didn’t realize when she let go of your fingers until she had hers tangled deep in your hair holding your head right where she wanted you. Unraveling one of your hands off her hip as you rest it on the bed. Pulling yourself up and away from her briefly, your lips and chin are covered in her arousal. Quickly swiping your tongue across your lips as you move your gaze up her gasping body a soft whimper leaves your lips. Her cheeks fully flushed with a cherry red tint, her lips swollen and begging to be kissed, her dark hair lay tangled and spread out along the pillow case. Your heart couldn’t help but swoon at the sight of her. She’s spread wide, wet, and ready for you as you notice the soft moonlight sprinkling itself across her porcelain skin. Your hand slowly inching itself higher up her quivering leg as your eyes meet hers.

“You ready?” You softly ask as you wiggle yourself between her thighs. A soft gasp rolls off Billie’s lips as she feels the tip of the faux cock slide between her folds, giving her just a glimpse of what's to come. Her hands instantly reach out towards you as she pulls you down to her, capturing your lips in a sweet passionate kiss. Nodding her head yes as she refuses to release you from her touch. Your lips tangle against each other as you tower your body over hers. Teeth clashing as the once soft kiss turns more heated. Needier. Breathing in each other's moans as Billie quickly slips her tongue along yours tasting herself on your buds. Groaning as your tongues battle for dominance, both of you refusing to give up the fight as your tongues and teeth clash together.

Pulling apart briefly, you carefully align your hips with hers gently pushing past her walls. Her thighs are quick to wrap themselves around your hips as you inch further - deeper - into her. Your lips brush teasingly against hers causing her back to arch up off the bed further into you. Her hands gripping your hair tightly holding you in place as she bucks her hips up in response. You could feel the heat radiating off her burning skin the deeper you got.

“Fuck baby,” she groans against your cheek as she impatiently waits for you to move. Her hips involuntarily bucking up against yours causing your head to fall along her shoulder you feel the sweet pleasure against your aching clit. You can feel her breast rubbing against your sensitive nipples as her chest heaves up and down in anticipation. Her lips hot on your jaw as she kisses her way across and down your pulse point. Her hot breath fanning down your skin causing goosebumps to follow in her trail. Your smirk only grows as you place one hand beside her head and the other along her hip as you start a slow tortuous pace along her spongy walls. The room is quickly filled with your soft pants and her sweet melodies as you begin to flex your hips harder and deeper against her.

“Do I feel good baby?” You whisper along the shell of her ear. Your tone is sweet yet mocky as your tongue gently teases her earlobe causing her head to fall fully against the pillow giving you more room to work your lips down her neck. Silently asking you to mark her up. She wanted to feel your lips and touch for days after. She wanted the dark marks as a reminder of this night. The night that you both would never forget. She crosses her legs behind your back forcing you to stay tightly against her as you repeatedly hit her sweet spot. Your lips are glued to her skin as you leave mark after mark groaning to yourself as you see the pretty purple marks lining her neck and across her collarbone. You wanted to engrave this image into your mind. You wanted to replay her sweet melodies over and over again as you watch her take everything you are giving her. You wanted to feel the tightness of her thighs wrapped around hips for the rest of eternity.

Your hand clutching the sheets as you adjust your body to fully lay along hers. Your hips never falter as you pick up your pace thrusting faster into her. You could feel every single ragged breath she took as you ran your hand along her side.

“You feel so fucking good baby. Fuck - just like that! Please don’t fucking stop.” She moans into your neck. Her tongue swiping along your sweet spot smirking to herself as she feels your pulse quicken. Your breath hitches briefly as she sinks her teeth deep into your neck. It was her turn and you both knew it. You weren’t going to stop her. You wanted her marks just as badly. Her lips work fast along your neck as her teeth pinch and pull your skin. The marks grow darker as her tongue quickly soothes the burning ache she leaves behind. “Mm, fuck Bils!” You groan, tossing your head back as she lets the marked skin go with a pop. Your eyes meet as you continue your moves, rotating your hips deliciously against hers as you feel her wetness seeping down your thigh. Her eyes are dark and wild as she glares up at you. Her bottom lip caught between her teeth as your hand slid up her torso and between the valley of her breast. Gently teasing her skin with your fingertips as you feel the ache between your thighs getting bigger and bigger as the harness rubs your clit perfectly over and over again. You’re just as wet as her if not more as you continue to slowly watch her crumble below you. Her breath hitches in the back of her throat as you brush your fingertips across her perky nipples. Arching her back completely off the bed and into your touch as her hips rut and grind against the cock you had buried deep inside her.

You wanted to feel every twitch and buck of her body against yours as you finally get to have her the way you’ve been dreaming about for weeks. You’ve begged her to let you please her this way. You begged and whined about wanting to hear her soft moans and whimpers for you, stating how you wanted to see her the way she always got to see you. Wet, needy, and begging for more. Not that you haven’t before, just - well just not in this specific way. You wanted to see how far you could push her. You wanted to see how far you could take her before she completely fell apart at the seams. Her moans and whimpers are music to your ears as she untangles her digits from your locks and pulls you down quickly to a heated kiss. Her teeth capture your bottom lip before letting it go with a pop as you moan into her mouth.

Your hips continue to thrust and grind against her panting body as her hands slide their way down your sweaty body pulling you tighter against her as you feel her clenching tightly around you. Smirking against her lips as you hand releases her sensitive bud and works its way up her heaving chest. Gently lacing your fingers along her neck as her moans only grew louder as her head flew back and her eyes clenched shut. Squeezing just briefly causing her eyes to land back on yours.

“You’re close already baby?” You moan mockingly you slowed your pace down just a bit still working your hips just as deep as before. You wanted this to last just a little longer you thought as her groans were quickly muffled by the hand that decorated her neck. Her mouth hung open as she tried to buck her hips up against you but was quickly stopped by the hand that was laying beside her head. Quickly moving it to grip one of her thighs that was tangled around your hips. Her walls clenching and desperately trying to pull you deeper as you swiftly push her hips down into the bed. She groans as her dark orbs send you harmless daggers. She knew what you were doing. She knew you wanted to play.

Leaning down to where your lips barely brushed against hers. Her minty breath invades your senses as the tip of your tongue swipes across her swollen lips. “I asked you a question, pretty girl.” You murmur as your eyes glance across her features. Her cheeks a burning red as she feels the tip gently rub against her sweet spot but just as quickly as it came it was gone as you offered her one more reminder. Her bottom lip is once again caught between her teeth as she feels your breath fanning along her face.

“Baby, please,” She quietly begged as she felt your fingers flex along her pulsing neck. Your eyes flicker across her features as you feel her hands sliding their way down your side not stopping until they get to your hips. Her fingers are quick to grip and grasp at your skin as she tries desperately to get your hips to continue their sweet torture but you don’t budge. Your eyebrows furrow as your grip on her hip and neck stay steady. Tilting your head slightly as you take her all in.

Your tongue toying with your lips as your eyes slowly work their way down her heaving body. Taking your time as you stop your movements all together as the hand on her hip grips her tighter leaning down against her once more. Your lips lay a gentle kiss against her forehead before sitting back on your heels. Your bottom lip lays prisoner to your teeth as you swiftly slide the fake cock out from between her legs. Confusion is quickly laced in Billies features as she quickly goes to sit up to stop you.

“Baby, where - what are you doing?” She rushes out as her hands reach for your arms. You offer a sweet smile and a soft shush, before laying yourself along the bed spreading your legs out as you reach down to grip the toy that sat above your core. Groaning to yourself as you feel her wetness coat your palm as you glide your hand up and down the shaft as if it was actually a part of you. Your stare doesn’t leave the site in front of you as you watch her sticky wetness drip down your fingers. Her orbs grow darker as she watches you play with the toy instead of her. The ache in her core goes bigger as does her confusion. She wanted you touching her. She wanted to feel you everywhere and instead you're laying there in front of her playing with something that isn’t even real.

“You can continue to sit there staring at me or you can start answering me when I ask you questions baby.” You state as you flick your eyes up to her. Silently loving the way she is staring at you as if she wanted to eat you alive. Which she did. Her chest is still heaving up and down as she can feel herself clenching around nothing. A reminder of what she once had only just moments before. You give her a few more seconds to answer before you move your gaze and attention back to your hand around the thick shaft moaning to yourself as you bring your hand up to your lips and lick her juices off your palm. Your head laying back along the pillow as you use that same hand to knead your aching tit.

Your moans fill the room as your hand toys with yourself only driving her more mad with desire and need. She couldn’t take it anymore. Quickly moving her body to tower over yours. Her leg swinging over your hips as she hovers over the taunting cock held between your thighs. One hand placed beside your head as the other goes to grip the hand that you were using to touch yourself with. Moaning loudly as she removes it from your own body and placing it directly against her drenched core. Her eyes shoot up to meet yours as she grabs your wrist tightly. Your fingers sliding between her soaked folds as she moves your hand back and forth, coating your fingers herself with her juices. “See how wet you fucking make me?” She asks moaning as her hips buck against your digits. Your fingers sliding between her folds before she easily slides two deep along her walls. You can’t hold back your moans at how quickly your fingers became soaked with her juices. You wanted your tongue coated in them. Her body was burning hot at the feeling of you inside her.

“I want you touching me mamas, and only me. Do you understand?” She groaned in your ear as she moved her body against your fingers. Her hips buck against your palm as she feels a shiver slide down her spine. Her breast swaying perfectly in front of your eyes, only making your mouth water even more. Wanting desperately to capture one of her buds between your teeth. “I want you to make me cum all over you. Want you to - fuck - want you -” she starts but quickly drops her jaw as a deep moan lips her lips. You quickly pull your fingers out of her and replace them with the faux cock she was so jealous of moments before. Filling her up completely with one swift thrust. Her breathing stops all together as you being to fuck up into hers.

“Oh, please don’t stop there, Bils. Tell me what else you want.” You boldly state below her with a cocky smirk laying across your lips. Your eyes flicker between her fucked out expression and the way that her hips were rutting against the thick cock that was buried deep in her pussy. “Fuck, and look at me a little more. Not that fucking fake dick.” She groans deeply as she rotates her hips hitting her sweet spot.

“Fuck, pretty girl.” You moan as her hips grind harder and faster, rubbing your clit deliciously causing your head to fall back and your vision to blur. “Shit, please don’t stop!” She begs as you flex your hips up in time with hers. The arm that was holding her up gets wobbly, her grip now on your bouncing breast as her knees sink deep into the mattress. Her wetness gushing down onto your thighs and lower tummy as you feel her clenching her hips tightly along your hips. Your tongue quickly swipes across your lips as you watch her cheeks grow hotter the closer she gets to her high.

Her dark locks invade her vision as her head drops low. Her bottom lip caught between her pearly white teeth as she feels the coil getting tighter and tighter. “Does my pretty girl want me to watch her make a mess all over me hm?” You ask tenderly as you use your free arm to hold you up still keeping you the thrusting pace you had going with her. Your raised mound rubbing against her throbbing clit perfectly every time to rutted forward. Her hips sputter against you as she rolls her head along her shoulder blades. Looking down at you through her dark lashes she reaches her free hand up to grope her chest. Twisting and pulling at her own nipples her soft whimpers fill the room. Her breathing quickens as she reaches down to grip the back of your neck. Tugging your head up until your lips capture her nipple between your teeth. Your tongue licking and sucking her deeper into your mouth. Her sweet sounds float into your ears and straight to your core as you flick your tongue against her nipple before your teeth bite and pull the swollen bud.

“Shit, baby. I’m going to fuck - I’m going to cum.” She confesses as you thrust your hips even deeper. The tip of the dick pounding against her sweet spot over and over again until she couldn’t stand it anymore. Her moans and ragged breaths flood your senses as you feel her shake above you. Her orgasm washes over her causing her body to fall on top of yours. Gripping her hips tighter as you force her hips to keep their movements the same, dragging out her high for as long as possible. “Fuck yes baby. Make a mess all over me. Show me you’re mine pretty girl.” You moan as your own high rushes over you.

“im yours, im yours - ” Billie moans deep into your neck as she shivered in your lap. Her body slowly goes lax in your grasp as you grip her fully against your front. Your hands rubbing along her spine as you lay sweet kisses along her shoulder. You can feel each other's hearts beating as you both refuse to let go of the other. Your heavy breathing matches as softly tickle her skin with your fingertips and her lips lay peppered kisses along your neck and collarbone as you both try to catch your breath.

“I really am sorry about being late. I really wanted tonight to be perfect.” Billie softly states as she lays her head along your shoulder. Her cheek flush against your warm skin as her nose brushes along your neck. You softly hum and lay a kiss on her cheek in response before tucking yourself closer into her too consumed by bliss to fully register her words just yet.

The room grows in a comfortable silence, not sure how much time has passed before you start to feel the soft lure of sleep. Your bodies are heavy with warmth and swirling emotions as you know you’ll have to get cleaned up before you both fall asleep. Gently tapping your fingers against her chilled skin quietly whispering for her to get up so you could clean her up she softly groans before mumbling something incoherent against your skin as she slowly sits up out of your neck and rubs her eyes. You can’t help the small smirk that works its way along your lips as you stare up at her in awe. Even half asleep and purely fucked out she still was the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen. Your finger gently traces along her thigh as she lowers her hands and glances down at you. With a confused shake of her head and a small smile she softly asks, “Why you lookin’ at me like that?” Her eyes glancing between your eyes and your swollen lips the hints of your previous activities still lingering along them.

“You’re mine huh?” You state confidently as your teeth sink into your bottom lip trying to hide your cocky smirk. Billie bashfully looks down at the bunched up sheets beside your pretty face avoiding your knowing stare. Her smirk is evident as she sucks her tongue across her teeth finally meeting your gaze.

“Only if you want me.” She coyly states her orbs grow darker as she moves her gaze across your features. Her hands now gripping your sides as she reminds you of the position you both sat in. Raising her hips just a little before dropping back down onto you.

Your smirk only grows as her hands slowly inch their way up your torso. Moving your hands to grip her hips as you aid in her movements. Watching her tits bounce right before your eyes. “Oh, I definitely want you. In every way baby. Every single fucking way.” You state as you both forget the tiredness that once consumed you and instead get lost in all the possibilities of what’s to come. Your thoughts are clouded with soft kisses and the promise of you were hers and she was yours.

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diz-eaze · 3 months ago

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thinking of yandere modern au shenanigans with other genshin characters too <33 teehee

; (characters included; alhaitham, ayato, lumine, furina, emilie, albedo, childe, kinich, chasca, xilonen)

; inspired by the deranged scara chronicles

; I AM SO SORRY. yandere, half serious half silly, dark content,I'm being so fr when I say these are degenerates, they are GOONERS ok, some nsfw content/mention in some parts (marked by a <3), not proofread i wrote this in the middle of class, depraved beings :(, fem reader for the women but otherwise gn, more specific warnings are listed below their names! it got short in the end bc this is just word vomit okay

alhaitham:

(subtle manipulation, stealing papers, mentioned masturbation, cyberbullying (?))

alhaitham gets unreasonably jealous when you seek out other tutors that aren't him. oh, you like the way the organic chemistry teacher explains calculus to you? ok...! I guess you want him to kill himself, then! :))) he tries so hard to win the idgaf war everytime he sees you watching said channel on youtube during your shared study sessions, but he slides down the door in utter agony the moment he enters his dorm. that should have been him !! he deserves to have a slowburn, academic rivals to lovers (excluding the part where he is batshit insane <3) 204k words love story with you where in the end you willingly become his captive in his basement !! and he can't even be normal for once and just approach like a sane being to say, "hey, I can tutor you instead, lol." NO. he obtains an olympic medal from the amount of mental gymnastics he does just to nudge your mind into considering the idea of him tutoring you.

he begins to schedule your study sessions back at his dorm wherein instead of pulling out the lecture slides and listening to the organic chemistry tutor on youtube, you're forced to resort to the medieval method of pulling out a textbook while you're forced to listen to alhaitham drone on because for some mysterious reason, the wifi in his dorm stopped working. you grumble and verbally complain about his probable broke ass forgetting to pay the bills but really, he just cut the wires off just for this moment :/. kaveh's gonna have a meltdown when he comes home to no wifi, too. and all this for what? blockussy (blockmate ussy)? alhaitham, listen to your friends you're being unreasonable right now. alhaitham !!

he's always always ALWAYS partnered up with you in duo works or at the very least, placed in the same groups. he'd always act like it happened because of pure chance but if you take a glimpse at his phone's dms you'd see the death threats he's been sending to his peers and professors alike :/. and it's not even typed in a fed up way with incorrect punctuations nor does it include any slangs - it reads as an email. formal and straight to the point. yeesh.

<3: after every written midterm or final exam, your sheet of paper always go mysteriously missing and you always shrug it off because who gaf about a damned piece of paper that only caused you misery. but alhaitham does. he always collects your exam papers so that he can paste it on the walls of his room, and it'll be the first thing that his eyes settle on the moment he enters. it makes him incredibly proud to see your high marks every single time, he can't help but feel pride in his chest (he thinks he's part of the team 😭😭), especially if it was a subject he tutored you on. but more than anything, he just loves the way intellect looks so good on you. and it would be somewhat sweet if he didn't take your exam papers without your knowledge and if he stopped nutting on them every time he gets worked up :/.

ayato:

(coercion)

ayato traps you into a relationship within less than a month of knowing him 😞💔. your first meeting was probably preconstructed, too. maybe you two stumbled into each other amidst a busy street or reached for the same book in a secluded store - a supposed meet-cute in your eyes but it quickly becomes a horror story because he has your routine and behavioral pattern memorized and noted down in his phone just so he can plan ahead. he manages to coerce you into a date the same day you two met, and you're left wondering if it's his charisma or you've just been intimidated into giving him a chance. either way, you end up having more casual dates in the span of two (2) weeks until one day a friend of yours sends you an article link. your blood runs cold when you see the headline and a familiar picture of a date with him underneath it - what do you mean conglomerate heir??? ayato?? relationship???? in a fit of panic, you end up spamming his dms and he'd have the gall to try and act sad, saying shit like, "oh, wow :(((. that's crazy :(( so sorry this happened to you because of me! might as well commit, right? :<" but secretly giggling twirling his hair and kicking feet from the fruition of his plan. asshole.

loves sharing his boba drink with you to have his indirect kisses. what's yours is his and what's his is yours, or whatever he droned on about. plus, it's a combination of two of his favorite things, after all - boba tea and you <33. he'd just bring the straw near your lips and look at you with his signature close-eyed smile as he gently tells you to try out this new boba tea flavor (a lie, it's always the same flavor) he got. he'd insist and insist, causing you to crumble under the pressure of him as you reluctantly sip from the straw. and he always looks so euphoric after sipping the same straw you just done seconds prior. freaky. his day is genuinely ruined if you don't drink from his boba tea at least once.

ayato detests it when he has to have people keep tabs on you, so he tries to prevent this by just... making you stick to him 24/7 :). it's so, so awkward when he's in a board meeting and you're literally next to him playing fuckass blockblast on your phone, all uninterested in their businesspilled businessmaxxing strategies. you'd rather be anywhere but here, sigh. you often catch middle-aged men eyeing you from the corner of their eyes probably wondering who got your random ass here (they don't know it's ayato kamisato </3).

lumine:

(non-consensual touching, freakazoid lumine, taking advantage of someone under the influence of alcohol, spit)

oh brother, someone get her off the stage !!!! wherever you go, she follows, or whatever that bruno mars song says, but she takes it literally. whenever you're enlisting your college subjects for the term, trust she'll be all up in your messages begging and begging for you to send your schedule so she can match yours to a T. it's practically an unspoken rule in your college that the seat next to you is lumine's seat and the other side has to remain empty or else she'll tweak the fuck out. should the lectures end early, lumine will drag you to spend your free time in the campus cafe or library while waiting for your next class. she literally hounds you like a guard dog to ensure no one will approach you.

<3: lumine always goads you into joining her in sorority parties just for two (2) reasons: to kiss you silly while you're inebriated enough to not remember it the following day and to spit in your alcoholic drink while you're unaware. the night starts off fun despite your initial refusal - beer pong, shot tricks with lumine, playing uno, watching that hu tao girl do a cannonball from the house's roof - it's all so.. amusing. you've just survived your finals. lumine and you deserve this night of enjoying your youth, even more so when she brings out the hard liquor with no chaser provided to soothe the burning sensation of alcohol. so it's no wonder how and why you got so drunk in just a few shots in. it's no wonder, too, when you end up in a secluded bathroom away from the life of the party with someone's tongue being shoved down your throat all while grinding into you - aiming to devour you whole with the hunger of a starving beast. you don't remember much; you never do. but particular honey eyes are starting to become familiar for reasons you don't want to entertain... lumine would never, right? but this happens again and again and again until you're left with no choice but to stop going to parties altogether.

lumine and her big fuckass bug eyes love to stare. that's all she did when she met you the first time during freshman year - stare. Ever since then, she'd shown her more extroverted, loud, silly nature, but sometimes she reverts back to her old habits and just stares at you for hours on end with not a single word uttered. admittedly, it's unnerving at times since the only thing (err, person) she stares at when she gets quiet is you. her eyes trail after your every movement, her gaze lapping up every visible inch of you. you get fed up and jokingly slap her back, and she snaps out of her trance with a sheepish chuckle. how silly of her!

<3: whenever lumine visits your dorm, she'd make sure your roommate is out for the night (if lumine had it her way, she'd be your roommate) and that she conveniently forgot to check the weather because now it's pouring outside and shows no signs of stopping soon. oh, woe is her! she looks so stressed and sad, too - how will she get home at this rate!? and with the kindness in your heart, you step in to offer sharing your bed with her. you don't even get to finish your sentence before she's enthusiastically agreeing with your offer. in the wake of the night, nestled in your cramped bed with no space left between the two of you, lumine patiently waits until you are lulled into the embrace of slumber. when she sees the slow rise and fall of your chest is when she reaches out a tentative hand to grope your breast through the thin fabric of your tank top. you're not wearing any bra. lumine bites her lip to prevent a moan from escaping. this is always her favorite part when she stays the night. she gropes, fondles, and squeezes - lumine just can't enough. she literally never sleeps because she's too busy gooning over you all night.

furina:

( manipulation, s*lf-harm, guilt-tripping, unhealthy relationships, dependency)

when you're in a cringefail losergirl yet still clinically insane competition but your opponent is furina de fontaine, global superstar of teyvat, with 60 million followers across all platforms who also happens to be a massive freak when no one's looking: :(

furina is deranged in a way that's akin to rising tides. you let her get away with miniscule, inconspicuous acts at the beginning until slowly but surely, as the water reaches your knees, you're now actively enabling her toxic tendencies under the guise of not wanting to upset sweet, sweet furina. she attaches quick. a week ago, she'd be subtly overstaying her welcome in your cozy apartment, then the following week, you just open your door to see her with bags packed, fully expecting you to accommodate her out of the blue. it's scary living alone, she'd explain, with stalkers and whatnot. but bitch, what about YOUUUU?? you're literally inviting THEE stalker into your house; wake up !!! if she has stalkers, and you (unknowingly) have a stalker.... then who's driving the bus? 😳😳

furina's admittedly a bad roommate when it comes to chores due to her status and schedule as a celebrity. oftentimes, when it's her schedule to wash the dishes or vacuum the living room, there's an 80% chance it's unfulfilled because of how busy it is. it's various small accumulations of errors until an incident happens that breaks the camel's back. you get fed up, and you two have a massive fight because of it, which ends in you walking out of the apartment, and in a fit of anger, telling her to pack her bags to move out. furina's knees buckle to the floor and just starts spiraling, genuinely. you come back to bloody floors and furina's wrists sliced repeatedly all while crying hysterically with a knife in her hands. your blood runs ice cold, burning the flames of what was once anger as you rush to her aid. 'i'm so, so sorry', you'd whisper out as you rock her back and forth. through garbled words, furina would then tell you, 'it won't happen again, I promise. just don't make me leave you, please.' because it's a fate worse than death in her eyes.

emilie:

(murder, mentioned masturbation, minor implication of s*icide, armpit, smell kink...)

<3: you once slept over at emilie's house and brought over your perfume since she was curious about what brand you use. while you were showering, emilie took the limited time she had to masturbate and, to the best of her abilities, shoved her bodily fluids into your favorite perfume :(( like girl, where's the decorum... you come out of the shower and don't even bat an eye to the unusual subtle flush on her cheeks (oh wow, is that a new blush shade on you, emilie? adorbs!) or how your perfume moved to a completely different location from where you put it. pure of heart, dumb of ass. you're dying first in a horror movie.

on a similar note, emilie eventually convinces you into letting her make your perfumes for you. it starts off in small mentions and passing comments of, 'oh, I can easily replicate this perfume's scent, you know?' or, 'hmm, try this sample I made instead.' until you're dragged into her perfume hole and now you must wear the perfumes she specially concocted herself and avoid brands like the plague OR ELSE you'll find her lodging a pistol up to her mouth because what's the point of living if you don't even like the most intimate form of love she can express - scents and perfumes.

<3: SHE HAS A SMELL KINK OKAY.... 😭😭 hear me out.. or don't, damn... but she loves sniffing every part of your body, it's genuinely her biggest turn on which is why she steals your panties for the sole purpose of huffing them like drugs. this is the chanel coco mademoiselle of her world !! she'll even take the bras and t-shirts you've worn because that means it has your body scent on it, awww! <3 and should she be given the chance, she'd definitely huff at your armpits. :(

emilie has definitely killed for you before, and yes, she did get away with it. with her other profession as a forensic cleaner and her connection with chevreuse in the police force, it's practically like taking candy from a baby - unbearably easy. she would lament the corrupt justice system of her country, butttt it benefits her as of this moment so :/ winners love winning. rip bozo, though!

albedo:

(fantasies, mention of dr*gs, smoking, and alcohol)

his biggest fantasy is you ruining his life. the thought of him, an up-and-coming prodigal STEM college student who's predicted to create research breakthroughs the moment he graduates - for all that potential to be thrown away just because of a singular person is actually his favorite thing. he wants the two of you to be dragged down together to rock bottom until there's no way up. but then you could be a fellow honor student too, so like, how can you even ruin his life? in cases like these wherein you're more of a good influence than bad, the downfall moreso lies in the existence of you rather than the actions that you do. just... being next to you poisons albedo's mind and slowly drives him to do crazy, unhinged things. it could be in a fit of want when he impulsively knocks your head over with an object to trap you inside his cramped one-bedroom apartment or in a moment of rage where he ends up stabbing someone who got too close to you. it's in drastic actions done that takes a while for albedo to realize that he fucked himself and his studies over. and... there's a part of him that wants that. to love you so much he ruins his life in the name of you, is that not romance?

but in the event that you are indeed a perceptively bad influence on him, oh. he takes joy in joining you in activities that knowingly destroy your and your health. smoking cigarettes? teach him how to inhale without coughing it up. drinking alcohol to a concerning degree? be sure to bring some for him next time. skipping classes and neglecting your academics? he can do it for you if you want :)

he loves it. ruining his life is a joint effort between you and him.

childe:

(situationship victim childe, universe where childe isn't that freaky.. woah. i will remedy this with my next post (jk...... i think.))

<3: this man literally never fails to piss you off but the dick is too good so you put up with his trashfire attitude on a daily basis just to get laid :(. he's not even horrible in a 'jock, douchebag' way but more of a 'dog who can't leave you alone' way - he attaches himself to your side like superglue and no matter how hard you try to nudge him off, he. will. not. leave!! it's cute at first, but sometimes you turn your phone off just for an hour to be free from his spam texts. he's literally your toxic, manipulative girlfriend, I fear. you don't respond to his texts in 0.0234304 seconds, and now he can't help but worry if you're having an affair behind his back (delusion final boss). he tags you in his Instagram stories and facebook posts when the dms doesn't work and yes, you do end up responding because being outed in public because of CHILDE out of all people puts you in aura debt.

he's def your childhood friend who literally gatekeeps you from anyone that shows even a smidgen of an interest in you :(. when someone taps his shoulder the moment you're out of sight to ask for your number, childe's giving them his and when they hit 'you' up - they get insta-blocked. should an event happens where they do manage to get your number, childe will be the one to terrorize them in messages to leave you the fuck alone, they're spoken for !! even if they may not have a label on their relationship.... it's still a relationship, nonetheless !!!

childe loves cooking for you, and he genuinely crashes out if you eat takeout or try someone else's cooking. fuck off with the wanmin takeout xingqiu, that's probably poisoned. ugh, go away escoffier with your filet mignon doodoo. no, yoimiya, (y/n) doesn't want your fuckass onigiri because childe already packed them lunch !!!!!!! why is everyone so hellbent on feeding you??? childe is actually so close to bringing a pistol to college. he views them all as the ugly hag queen giving snow white the poisoned apple btw.

tells everyone around him, family and friends alike, that he's your boyfriend, which greatly contradicts your given statement because you tell everyone instead that your relationship with him is, 'just complicated'. ouch. he laughs it off outside, but he's throwing up and seething the moment he's alone. he's playing the long game here, people !! it's okay if he's not your boyfriend because he knows he'll be your husband :))) it's all in the mindset. he'll show them all when he inevitably mails them invitations to his wedding with you in a few years. yup.

kinich:

(masturbation, lowk delusion)

kinich... kinich makes a version of you and him in the sims :(. he saw it on tiktok once, and really liked the idea. and he becomes so ingrained in the sims-world version of you and him who are married, woohoos every 10 seconds, have 10 children together with a lizard named ajaw that when he attends his first class next semester he gets a whiplash at seeing you in the flesh. like, oh! he forgot that you weren't dating him and that everything was just a figment of his fantasies for a second there :)

<3: definitely used his real-life pet lizard ajaw to lure you into visiting his room, thanks ajaw! he infodumps about lizards his way into bed with you and he hits it raw with no condom whatsoever for his first time, too. #nolongervirgin. like woah... they were not familiar with kinich's game at awl.... and you end up coming back the next day because he told you he'd explain his PC specs in detail and where he got his gaming chair from like GET UP 😭😭😭

<3: HE JERKS OFF TO YOUR IN-GAME AVATARS. PUT HIM DOWN. like this isn't funny anymore, kinich is so depraved that when he plays online games with you and sees your character model, he starts masturbating while the two of you grind to defeat the enderdragon or try to escape the roblox obby. what's so sexy about 8bit pixels kinich..... and if he's this horrendous with your avatars then don't imagine how hard he's jerking off when you VC on discord with him. yikes.

chasca:

(panty stealing, mention of period and discharge)

<3: chasca loves stealing your panties whenever she manages to find an excuse to visit your house. what you don't know won't hurt you. and trust me, she loves all types of panties that you've worn, but her favorite has to be the used panties stained with either your vaginal discharge or period blood. she can never be grossed out, not when it came from your body - which is exactly why she'll reverently clean it up using her tongue as she inevitably soaks her own panties from the sheer arousal she's experiencing. listen, emilie steals your panties to sniff them - chasca steals your panties to taste your fluids; they are not twins !!

<3: on the topic of pussy... she loves eating your pussy. do not shoot the messenger. she has a oral fixation and just loves tonguing you for hours on end on the days when college isn't demanding your blood and soul. you always end up overstimulated by the time night comes, and you're just begging her to lay off your pussy and look at the fucking tiktoks you sent her !!

chasca, gatekeeper extraordinaire, always waits for you after lectures as a silent stake of claim to you. no one really bothers chasca because of quiet nature and intimidating stance which then extends to you.

xilonen:

(no warnings this is tame, there's more I want to say but-[REDACTED])

if ifa pet-traps you, then xilonen definitely parent-traps you. she just shows up to one of your scheduled hangouts with nepecha hiding behind her legs, explaining how the little girl came from a house of abuse, and expects you to agree in co-parenting her like???? i mean, yeah, you do give in but but but !!! parenting is a serious commitment, xilonen !! what if your friendship with her falls out which will then force you to stop visiting nepecha due to the awkwardness !! xilonen will look at you straight and then say in an exasperated manner, "then just, don't make it happen? ugh, stop overcomplicating things." and well... yeah, she's right actually :(. so now you're obligated to invest time and energy on your newly appointed daughter, nepecha, alongside xilonen. okay happy family.

<3: xilonen loves your tits and it's serious business for her. she worships them like a newfound religion and she even kneads your boobs like a cat and loves laying in between them when it's time to sleep while tv plays in the background. should you complain about your boobs getting sore from all her abuse and wanting the position to be switched for once, then xilonen will gladly offer hers. like, just ask :/ It's literally not that deep because she's still winning either way.

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