#The entirety of that game has me screaming crying throwing up biting the walls

[is-that-sand-in-my-waffles]

Cal on Coruscant looking at the Imperial Palace??? He can go anywhere he wants, just not home????

[hapalei]

Roll With Me (Halsey smut)

Narrator and Halsey take Ecstasy together when performing a sideshow. When the drugs kick in, it's hard for two queer girls to keep their hands to themselves backstage in the greenroom. Warning: mature smut ahead.

“What a fucking time!” She says as we burst through the door, both of us giggling. “Honestly, A+ performance— And that’s not just the drugs talking,” she adds, throwing herself into a lean against the wall next to the couch. “Ooh,” she whoops, her eyes closing as she smooths the wall behind her. “You gotta feel this wall. Come here.” More than happy to oblige, I follow suit, flopping against the wall with my palms flat out as well. A laugh floats from my chest.

“Right?” She says. I simply laugh again and nod back in response. She turns to me, a smile on her lips. “Is it cool if I…” She lifts her hand and slowly reaches toward my hair. I nod.

“Only if I can too,” I answer her. She pushes off the wall to face me, and runs her fingers through my hair. My whole body and soul seems to change colors, and I feel like a pearlescent array of pastels.

“How great is that?” She says.

“This great,” I answer, my hand making for her hair now. But once my fingertips reach her temple, they slow, and everything begins to feel like music played backwards. My hand stops there, making its own choice to brush her cheek down to her jaw, her face settling into my palm. My heart skips a beat, and I have a split second of almost worry that I’m overstepping my boundaries. Touching someone else’s face this way is usually a little more intimate than you’d get into with someone you’re not super familiar with. But when her eyelashes flutter up and her eyes look up into mine, her lips twist up into the tiniest smirk. Fuck, she’s pretty. Her eyes are stunning, despite the fact that she’s all pupils. She glances down ever so slightly and huffs out a laugh.

“Look I don’t know what you’re comfortable with, but I’ve got something that feels insane rolling, and I think—”

“Try me.” I say, sparks in my voice. At that, I see something in her ignite, taking off with the sudden boldness in me. She leans in and bites my neck with a tender flick of her tongue and pulse of her lips. She wasn’t at all wrong; It feels absolutely insane.

“Oh my god,” I gasp, her lips still on my neck. “Your turn, your turn,” I say excitedly, trading off and placing my mouth near her collarbone. I forgot to consider how awesome even kissing her neck would feel. She utters a husky giggle and grasps at my forearms as I trail my way up, a pleasant fluttering happening all over my body. I reach where her jaw punctuates the beginning of her actual face, but I don’t want to pull away. So then my lips brush her jaw, and then her lower cheek, and before we know it, I’m lingering at a spot near her mouth. Our foreheads brush, leaning into each other. I can hear the sweet magnetism in the air as our lips hang inches apart. I can’t kiss her. Can I? It might be fine. I mean she even kisses fans all the time. But then again, it could also not be—

Luckily, just when I think I can’t wait any longer, she takes my face in her hands and kisses me, and it’s soft and voluptuous and sultry. We pull back and our eyes meet. A soft but vibrant electricity crackles between us, masks of mischief on both our faces.

“Now that feels insane,” I say. Her smile widens.

“You’re telling me,” she replies, leaning back in. She kisses me more deeply this time, both of us smiling into each others’ mouths, as she leans against me, pushing me up against the wall. All of the sparks had now burst into full flame. Our hands begin to feel each other, touching waists, arms, shoulders, necks, faces… As if she were reading my mind, her fingers slip into the hair at the base of my head and tug hungrily. My whole body shimmers at the sensation, my eyes rolling back into my head and my mouth hitching open as I giggle through a moan. She’s got this wicked little smile on herself, looking quite pleased and almost amused at how putty I am in her hands. But she’s not going to have all the fun.

My grip tightens, and my nails sink tenderly into her shoulders, dragging their way down as her eyelids flutter.

“Fuck,” She gasps. Now we were playing a rousing game of who can make the other roll harder. She plunges sensually back into kissing me, this time pinning my bottom lip between her teeth with a roll of her tongue as she slips her hands up under my shirt.

“Oh, babe—” I breathe impulsively. She looks me dead in the eye and my heart almost stops. God, she’s really stunning. As I’m looking at her hazel eyes and her spattering of freckles, she seems to sparkle this gorgeous gold. She bites her smirking lip and raises an eyebrow, brushing her thumb over my bottom lip.

“Hm… Babe?” She almost mocks me, her voice husky and playful. The E now in full swing, I have the confidence to smirk right back before taking her thumb into my mouth.

“Damn, girl,” She breathes. “You’re giving me a run for my money, aren't you—” Not breaking eye contact, I take her hand and move it so my mouth is sucking at the skin between her thumb and forefinger, my tongue flicking gently. She sputters, her shoulders rolling up toward her jaw and her jaw hinging open.  

“Sure am,” I say, coming up for a beat. I have a feeling she’s going to take her turn to counter, and let me tell you, she doesn’t disappoint. She rolls up against me, arresting my wrists and pinning them against the wall as she goes back into my neck, this time definitely leaving a hickey or two before tugging at my ear with her teeth. Her breath is warm in my ear, sending chills all over my body and pulling a moan from my mouth. One of her hands now holds both my wrists up, and the other slips back under my shirt, first feeling the small of my back, and then making its way up my shirt once more, my body glowing wherever she touches.

Her lips are brushing around my ear, and she chuckles, “God, you’re fucking hot.”

“You’re one to talk,” I say back defiantly and try to free myself. My escape doesn’t quite go exactly as planned, but I can’t complain. She takes my momentum and redirects us off the wall toward the couch. We tumble onto it in a tangle of limbs and giggles, me now underneath her. She bites her lip again.

“So are we just going all out now?”

“guess so,” I say as if I’m admitting something.

“Tight,” She laughs with a nod, and then rolls down into another kiss. This time, clothes start to come off, first my top, and then hers, and then, oh my god, skin on skin has never felt so amazing. No wonder E is illegal; Anything that feels anywhere near this good has to be. Then again, by those standards, everything about her should be illegal.

Her hips roll into mine as my hands explore down her waist, squeezing at her hips. Her eyes roll back, and when she scrapes her fingernails down the side of my ribs, and I can’t help but moan. I don’t even care if anyone’s listening at this point. She grabs my ass. I pull her hair. She moans too, a sweet, sexy sound that rings pleasantly in my skull.

Then, she slips her hand down into my underwear, teasing around my entrance with her fingers, sensually kneading her palm over my clit. She raises her eyebrows at me.

“Oh,” She says, and I’m suddenly a little embarrassed at how wet I am. I blush.

“I mean, can you really blame me?” I giggle, gesturing to her in her entirety. She giggles too, now sitting upright over me.

“I’d be quite the hypocrite if I did…” She trails off, using her free hand to guide mine up her skirt to find she’s actually as wet as I am. At that, she plunges a finger into me. My back arches and I cry out in excruciating pleasure. Her eyes are smoldering with mischief. I begin to use my fingers on her as well, and her eyebrows knit as she lets out another moan, slow and sultry.

Realizing she’ll lose control if we keep this up, she takes my hair in her fist and yanks me back down to the couch, sliding her thumb beneath my waistband and removing my bottoms. I gasp, clutching at the couch tightly. Wow, even this couch feels beautiful too.

“Not until I make you cum first, baby.” She husks in my ear before she starts to pulse a trail of kisses from my collarbone down the rest of my body. The whole world reverberates around us, buzzing with the bass from onstage, sparkling with the high of the pills. She slows by my waist, changing up her course to surprise me with a quick bite on my hip, now grabbing at my tits. Then, her tongue traces downward between my hips, slowly… slowly… agonizingly slowly…

In this moment, my heart can either be racing faster than I can feel it, or it can be halted altogether. I feel her breath now between my legs, her lips so close to me, I’m unsure if she’s touching me already or not. A second could’ve passed, or a minute or hell, an hour—and I wouldn’t know the difference. All I can feel is this agonizing anticipation, the same kind that tears at every edge of your body when you’re swimming desperately toward the surface in dire need of air. I can tell she’s enjoying herself by the way she looks up at me, waiting for me to reach my breaking point.

My chest explodes with pleasure when she finally presses her tongue into me. I’m paralyzed by how good she feels. She rolls her tongue over my clit, then sucks lightly before flicking her tongue. My head tilts back and my eyes roll into my head.

“Fuck,” I whine, earning a smile from her. “Oh, god—”

Suddenly, she comes up and presses her palm over my mouth, her other hand making up for the absence of her tongue.

“Better quiet down. Don’t want this getting out, do we?” She commands, very aware that volume isn’t at all the concern here. It takes me everything I have, but I manage to refrain from screaming. That is until she really starts to finger me. The heel of her hand rubbing over my clit and her fingers pulsing around my G-spot, she’s really set me up to an impossible task. She picks up the intensity more and more, deeper, harder, and I can’t help but moan into her hand, a dead giveaway I’m about to lose it. But oh, she has a way of edging me. Right when I’m almost there, she pauses just to kiss me. And then she starts me back up again.

I try to keep it down. I try to hold off. I really do. But her lips tug into a wicked smile, and this time, I can’t hold back anymore. Right as I’m about to cum, she releases my mouth and puts hers between my legs, all the while not stopping the rhythm of her fingers inside me. And with that, I’m cumming, gasping for air and writhing in the feeling, every cell in my body ablaze with intense release. I need more. I need her.

This time, I take a little control, sitting up and pulling her down so she’s lying with her back on top of my front. She grinds against me, and I reach my hand down between her legs as I kiss her neck. She moans loudly.

I keep going, and she rolls her hips into my palm, my fingers stroking inside her. I can tell she’s losing it by the way her movements become more desperate and the way she’s biting her lip. And of course, because she’s practically screaming at this point. I’m pretty pleased with myself for being able to make her sound like this. Then again, I should’ve probably expected she’d be so loud. My free hand feels her breasts while I keep fingering her, pulling her closer and closer into me. God, just feeling her ass up against me was enough to make me want to cum again. She starts to buck her hips more aggressively, the rest of her body now squirming in my hands. “Oh my god,” she whimpers. “Ohmygod—”

Her breathing is erratic, her mouth hinged open, her eyebrows knit, and her eyes fluttering madly. With one more scream from deep in her chest,

“Oh… Oh— Fuck!” I feel her whole body tense against me, and I feel her contract around my fingers as she keeps grinding into me, wetting my hand with her cum. I keep at it until I feel her slow down, and her voice falls quiet.

“A+ performance,” she jokes, borrowing her own words from earlier. “And that’s not just the drugs talking.”

(Fic also on wattpad)

[sar-kasstic]

What’s Your Fantasy?

Summary: She quirks up a finger and beckons you towards her. Well. Who are you to deny a beautiful woman?

Pairing : Jasmine x Reader

Word count: 1598 (friggin hell?!)

NSFW ya’ll, first time writing smut and I have limited experience with women so if anyone has any critiques or tips feel free to share them!

Tags: @musicalmoriarty

You make eye contact with her, and boy does she take your breath away. Those sparkling brown eyes above those full red painted lips…lips that are tilting up the longer you stare.

You snap your eyes back up to hers to see she’s smirking at you. Once eye contact is fully restored and she’s sure she has your attention, she slowly licks her lips.

Your heart skips a beat, did she just…at you?

She quirks up a finger and beckons you towards her. 

Well. Who are you to deny a beautiful woman?

You quickly down the rest of your drink and head over to where she stood in the middle of the dance floor.

You make your way through bodies of people, all while never taking your eyes off of hers. Once you reach her, she smooths a hand over your shoulder and you wrap one around her waist and pull her towards you hip to hip. She moves to whisper in your ear, “Jasmine.”

You shiver but tilt your head to reach her own ear, you press a soft kiss to her neck, “Y/N.” you whisper back. She moves to look you in the eyes again and those lips pull up into another smirk. “Dance with me Y/N?” she whispers, barely touching your lips with hers.

“God yes.” You answer quickly, not believing your luck.

You dance through a few songs with her, steadily getting closer and closer until you’re not sure where you begin and she ends, but it feels good. It feels right.

At the end of your fourth song together, she pulls back and grabs your hand. Knocks her head towards the back in question, and you nod fervently. She grins and begins tugging you to the door.

Once outside, she quickly puts you against a brick wall and covers your lips with hers. You moan into the assault and kiss back with an intensity you found shocking. You didn’t realize how aroused you were until just now, being pressed against a hard surface with her soft warm body against yours.

“Please...” you gasp, “Your place, my place where the fuck ever.”

She laughs. A deep throated laugh that shoots sparks straight to your dampened underwear, making you whimper. You see her pupils dilate as she moves her hand from your hips to the hem of your dress, fingering the skin just underneath. “My place.” She gasps.

A cab is hailed quite quickly after that, the car being stuffed with high sexual energy as you both try to not claw at each other with the cab driver peeking at the two of you in the rearview. She shoots glances over at you, biting her bottom lip and winking when she sees exactly what it does to you.

The cab pulls up, and you hand over some cash as she gets out. You walk up to her as she’s getting her keys to open the door, and you press her against it, sliding your hands from her thighs to her waist and you move her hair to the side to nip at her neck, “Open the door.”

Once inside, it’s a mad frenzy. Dresses ripped off, heels thrown to the floor and kisses are wet and hot. She tugs you into the bedroom and sits on the bed. She brings you to her and kisses your abdomen as she teases the lace of your chosen underwear for the evening. But you’ve had enough of her teasing.

You take a hold of her shoulders and push her down against the bed, climbing on top of her making sure a knee hit right on her clit, making her gasp out and attempt to writhe on it.

“Ah, ah…” you breathe. “It’s my turn now.”

You give her one last quick kiss to the lips, then slowly begin to make your way down.

You brush your lips down the column of her neck, startling her with a few nips and bites that are sure to leave a few bruises. You then trail your tongue down to her cleavage still encased in her bra; a front clasping one. You make eye contact as you slip your tongue under the clasp and use your teeth to pop it undone.

She closes her eyes and bucks her hips up seeking the friction you’re unwilling to give, “Fuck. That was so hot.” She whimpers.

You chuckle, “I haven’t even gotten to the main course my dear, this is merely an appetizer.”

You take her bra off and gaze at her heaving chest, eyeing the dusky nipples with a hunger you can’t recall having ever felt with previous partners. You lean down and lightly touch one with the tip of your tongue before swirling it around the entirety of the nipple, making Jasmine gasp and cry out at the light touch.

You then move to do the same with the other, while reaching a hand up to grasp at the breast you just left to gently massage it.

Once you’re satisfied with the perkiness of both nipples, you lean up to kneel on your knees, using your fingers to trail down her stomach to her still clothed pussy. She whines and bucks, “Please touch me already!” she cries.

“But I am touching you.”

She throws her head back in frustration.

You smirk and use a single finger to trail down the front of her panties to touch at her clit, and she freezes.

“Hmmm…you want me to touch here?”

You trail the finger down even lower to feel the cotton soaked area of her entrance, and lightly press inwards.

“Or here?”

She looks back up at you with a fierce glare, lust rampant in her orbs, “If you don’t put your fingers or tongue in me soon so help me-“

You chuckle and smirk at the lovely vision before you, her laid out like a feast there for the taking.

“Ma’am yes ma’am.” You croon.

You remove your fingers from her underwear and for a second she thinks about demanding…something! Then she notices that you are getting to your stomach between her legs and her breath hitches.

You look up at her, maintaining eye contact as you grip the sides of her underwear and slowly slide them off, leaving her pussy bare for your eyes to devour.

You gently spread her thighs out a little farther so you can get a closer look.

“Mmmm baby you look delicious.” You purr.

You then skip over where you know she wants you most and press light teasing kisses to her inner thighs, making her gasp and moan and writhe because it’s not enough damnit!

“Y/N! Please!” she begs grasping at the bed sheets beside her to maintain some sort of grip of reality.

You take some pity on her, and move the kisses to right above her clit. Then you back away and lick from the bottom of her entrance to her clit achingly slow.

She grabs onto the back of your head and keens. Pushing you further into her core and you wrap your lips around her clit and suckle gently.

“Fuck, Y/N!”

You hum out in reply, trying to cement the taste of her into your brain for safe keeping. This was something you didn’t want to forget.

You feel her start to thrust her hips into your face and you grab ahold of her hips, stilling her and pinning them down, making her breath catch and whimper.

Jasmine was quickly losing it, so you pull away and dip one finger into her pussy, feeling the tight wet walls surround your digit. You then add another and lean back down to lap at her clit once more.

She tugs and pulls at your hair, crying out in broken words and gibberish nonsense but your name come out clearly. God, the sound of her voice calling your name made you shiver and then double your efforts to make her come.

You quirk your fingers up-

“Mother fucking shit!!” she cries loudly, nearly yanking out some of your hair.

Jackpot, you thought smugly.

You piston your fingers into her g-spot while flicking your tongue on her clit, feeling her squeeze tighter and tighter, and quickly you add one little nip to her clit, and she screams.

Her body shakes and convulses and you continue to finger her at a relentless pace until her shakes start to lessen and she tries to pull away from your assault.

You slow your fingers down then slowly pull them out, bringing them to your mouth and savoring the flavor. You look down at her sweaty, flushed body and simple smile down at her.

“Good then?” you question. She merely laughs and looks up at you with adoring eyes.

“I thought the point of this little game was for both of us to get off.” She says sardonically, reminding you of when you two decided to play this little game of strangers hooking up. You shrug and smile down bashfully at your girlfriend, “You just looked so sexy, I couldn’t help myself.” you defend.

She shakes her head and grabs a hold of your waist to bring you down, “But this was your fantasy baby, I want to make you come too.” She pouts. You lean the rest of the way down to kiss her. Sucking on her lower lip and dragging your tongue across it as she moans lightly, accepting your tongue into her mouth, tasting herself.

You hum then pull away to stare into her beautiful brown eyes, “You’re with me, in our bed. My fantasy came true.”