#euphoria x black!reader

[infernalodie]

𝐋𝐨𝐰 (𝐩𝐭.𝟐) || 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐳

“𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘙𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺'𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯' 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬, 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦“

Inspo: SZA - Low Miguel - Come Through And Chill Drake - Jaded

Pairing: Maddy Perez x Black!Fem!reader

Summary: There is always a purpose to the chaos...

Warnings: Drugs (weed), smut, Sub!Maddy Perez, Dom!reader, oral (Maddy receiving), fingering, and angst.

Words: 1841

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

Maddy got all info she could on you.

It might be a bit crazy that after such a short kiss, she was already trying to know so much about you. But she finally understood what all the hype was about. She’d finally been given a fragment of what could be felt with you.

A lot of the information gathered was surrounded by a lot of smoke and mirrors. She wanted to trust people’s words about you, but all she knew was that you liked to keep things on the low. If that be hookups, your habits, or what you were doing in a day. No one knew what truly went on. The only thing confirmed was your hookups from the multiple girls that came to school gossiping about it. With the select few sobbing over how you didn’t even care to let them down gently. And judging by Cassie's quiet and tense aura, that was also true.

But you were also right about Maddy being able to get your number so easily. Only having to ask Lexi, who warned her of what may happen if she followed through on meeting up with you or doing anything with you honestly.

And Maddy knew she was right and should take some time to consider what she would do. But then she was reminded of your lips. How soft they were and fitted so perfectly with hers, Your warm hands that had gripped her waist so firmly. The sound of your voice, so soft and so elicit with what you had spoken to her.

She needed it all, even if was for one night.

So, Maddy searched the busy crowd of teenagers. Moving through the smoke-filled room with the soft and sensual music that had triggered couples or horny kids to dance and grind against one another. Making Maddy the unfortunate girl, who had to move through the crowd and be subjected to people's indiscretions. Walking through that minefield of horny teens wasn’t great. Maneuvering around kids grinding with their partners or hookups for the night when she was just trying to look for you.

When she finally reached the clearing of the living room, she found you standing beyond the threshold of the sliding doors leading to the backyard. You were sharing a joint with who she guessed was one of your friends. A carefree smile on your lips with your breaths bellowing into the cool night of the incoming winter.

Pulling her phone from her pocket, she put in the nine-digit contact she had memorized before placing it to her ear. And she watched that after a few seconds, you pulled out your phone and frowned. Placing it to your ear and saying, “Hello?”

“You were right. Getting your number was easy,” Maddy stated, watching your lips widen in a large grin. “I can come out if you want.”

“Nah, that won’t be needed.” Turning around, you found Maddy standing at the door with a smile. “Find us a room. If you can’t, I’ll fuck you in the hallway.”

That was more than enough for Maddy to hang up and go rushing to find the sanctuary you would explore and devour her whole.

And it was truly something sickening that Maddy felt in herself with the urgency she experienced. Maybe it was the adrenaline of the chase. The chase brought thrill which then in return gave back the outcome she would only dream about. Yet, there was something revolting with how much she’d been interested in the prospect you delivered. But she couldn’t ignore the side of her that needed this. That needed something to fulfill her, even if it came short of intimate.

Finding the room, she barely had a second before she was pushed inside. A yelp slipped past her lips, but that was interrupted when she was swung around, your lips slamming against hers. The kiss was instant and all bars were destroyed dividing the both of you. What was once the adrenaline was simmering to a steady and bubbling feeling of lust. It clung to the tips of Maddy’s fingers as she explored every inch of your flesh. Searching for something that she could hold onto and mistake this experience for a figment of her imagination.

Your guys' tongues clash against one another and explore one another entirely. You broke the kiss to nip at Maddy’s neck. Slowly moving her back just enough until she was sat at the edge of the bed. Leaning down and kissing her softly, fingers working quickly with her denim jeans. Maddy understood entirely, quickly breaking apart to relieve herself from her shirt to taste your lips once more. Once you shimmied her jeans to the middle of her thighs, you began your descent.

"Y/n," she breathed, chest heaving out air as you moved down her body calculatingly. Lips kissing and teeth nipping at whatever chunk of space you could. Your hands slipped under her bra to softly kneed and caress her tits. The texture of your calloused hands caused Maddy’s heart to pound loudly against her ribcage.

Your lips trailed down her stomach, kissing and sucking softly at her flesh with your eyes focused on her features. Watching her face twist and contort in displays of pleasure. Shimming the rest of her pants from around her ankles, discarding them to the other side of her room, you grabbed her hips and tossed her further onto the bed. A laugh fell from her lips, making a sliver of your desire-filled gaze crack, a tiny smile appearing on your lips. But it was short when your eyes found the lace panties she wore. The black pair of panties that clothed her heat were discarded soon after to join the quickly growing pile of clothes.

Maddy sat up on her forearms, watching you softly kiss the inside of her thighs. The feeling of your tongue running stripes up her trembling legs ripped a hum from deep within her chest. “Always wanted to do this with you.” And your words were accompanied by two of your fingers pressing past her fluttering entrance. A grin formed on your lips at how easy it was to slip inside.

The confession was forgotten with Maddy moaning, head rolling back with your tongue lapping her slit. Lips comfortably wrapping around her clit where you sucked and flicked your tongue sensually. Maddy’s body was on fire with her chest rising and falling rapidly, but you looked calm. Your eyes ever so often closed with a low hum vibrating through your chest at the taste of her until you would refocus on her. Not wanting to miss out on any detail that came to the forefront.

But Maddy didn't care much about what she looked like anymore. If she was a drooling or sobbing mess, none of it matter to her. One of her hands grabbed the back of your head and pulled you closer. Needing more if even possible.

The growing knot in her stomach tightened with each flick of your tongue against her bundle of nerves and thrust inside her. Moans and choked whimpers fell from her lips with her fingers curling and grabbing a handful of your hair. Her legs beginning to twitch, warning you of the impending result of your skills.

"So beautiful," you praised quietly, thumb reaching up to rub the girl's clit. Enjoying the way her body was so responsive to your touch. Her back arched with a cry as you increased the pace. "You are so addictive, Maddy."

Hearing your praise and approval, sent butterflies tickling the inside of her stomach. Enough that she was sure it would help her fly away. And when her orgasm slammed into her, Maddy’s throat closed up as her face scrunched up. Her legs tried to clamp around your head, but you used both your hands to keep them apart. Enjoying the feeling of them shaking under your hold as Maddy moaned loudly, unbothered by the fact many others were downstairs and likely outside the door. There could be many possibilities of who might hear, yet, it didn’t come as a problem to her.

And she was stuck in a state of limbo. You helped her down from the high, but she felt the faint flashes of the aftershock. Unable to contain the shaky laugh that fell from her lips, only for it to be replaced with a moan from the curling of your fingers. Maddy doesn’t think she’ll ever experience a high like this ever again.

Soon enough, the two of you were getting dressed. Well, more so Maddy than yourself–You sat on the edge of the bed smoking a joint. Strands of your afro fall in front of your eyes, making you sweep them out of your face every few dozen seconds.

Maddy glanced over at you, finding you quietly minding your own business. And something about the moment or the isolation from others made her quietly mutter out, “Why have you never dated?” It was enough to make you look up from the joint sitting between the pads of your fingers. “And no, I am not going to try and beg you to date like Cassie. That is some little kid type shit.”

For a moment, a twitch of a grin played on your face. It was only for a moment before you pursed your lips. Shrugging as you said, “Never given it much thought, you know? Why tie myself down to someone who may just end up hurting me or I hurt them?” You scoffed, shaking your head. “Waste of my time and energy.”

Something in the way you spoke and your expression shifted made Maddy step closer. Finding the space beside you on the edge of the bed and staring at you curiously. “I think there is more to it,” she said, making you look up. “I think that you have never given it a shot because you have only known the idea of hooking up.”

“Well, aren’t you perceptive?” Sweeping a few strands of your hair out of your face, you licked your lips and shook your head. “That’s why I’m not with nobody,” you confessed, looking over your shoulder at the girl. “I don’t want to hurt nobody.”

A small smile formed on Maddy’s lips, hands softly cupping your face. “That’s the beauties of love, Y/n,” she muttered. “In every relationship, there is going to be something we do that hurts the other. It’s how the world works. But that doesn’t mean you should section yourself off to meaningless low-profile hookups. You need meaning in your life.”

Sighing, the girl let her hands run down your shoulders and arms. “And no one can help you get there except yourself.” Standing to her feet, she began her departure to the door. Stopping short and turning to you with a gentle look in her eyes. One that you weren’t used to when it came to chicks you hooked up with. “You have my number if you want to give it a shot.”

[the-crystal-one]

The Crystal One's Master List

Yeaaaaah I know there's not that many stories yet but I don't want yall to like, scurry and try to find them soooo ILL JUST PUT EM HERE

Cobra Kai

Eli Moskowitz x Black Reader (Deja Jones) Part 1 : Here Part 2: Here

HC #1: How did we get here?

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Euphoria

Fezco x Black Reader (Caramel Bennett) Here y'all Go

Elliot x Black!Fem!Reader (WIP)

Siiiiigh Big Mouth (Judd Birch) X Black reader (Shalene  Foreman-Greenwald) : ...Why would y'all wanna see this? anyway Here

Also in the process of updating so yeah, have fun!

HairSpray (Corny Collins) x Black!Reader (Stubbs Reader)

Mood Board: Here

Nicest Kids in Town!: Always In progress

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 7: Part 2 WIP Suicide Squad

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[h0ttestgrlinm0urgu3]

Dom fucking you in his dressing room before he goes back out on the stage

𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖈 𝖋𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

warnings[ p in v, smut, swearing, unprotected sex ]

you and Dominic have been together for a little over a couple of months now. yes.. its been in secret, but you've been together non the less. decideding to keep your relationship a secret was the best decision for the both of you, it was also extremely fun.

Sneaking off at party's, meeting up in the bathroom, quickys in closets, you also loved the thrill of almost getting caught, especially when Dominic would try to sneak touches in public and whoever your with sees his hand leaving your thingh. your favorite part is the hurried sex though. like now. Dominic was getting ready for his show, was being the main focus of the sentence.

instead Dom decided to fuck you in his dressing room. no big deal, right? well it wasn't, until you realized what time it is. 'fuck domm you go out in 5 minutes' you moan out as he pounds into you from behind. gripping your hips with force that'll leave prints, his mouth hung open as he fucked into you.

'fuckk, baby I know, just need you' he breathed out while what could be mistaken for a whimper left his lips.

he fucked you so good all the time but something was different about this. not wrong, just different.

for instance, you never struggled to have your feet touch the ground, but here you are feet barley grazing the floor with every thrust, nor had you had vision problems, but everytime he pushes that button your vision fills with white spots that can only be described as stars.

'oh my god I'm gonna cum' you whine. Dominic who was to focused looking at the white ring you created around his cock, paid no attention to what you said. moaning at the way he felt you clenching around him.

'can I cum in you baby?' he questions speeding up his pace. moaning at the delicious feeling of his cock hitting your g spot. 'fuck yes! please need it so bad' you moan out eyes rolling back as he continued to fuck into you.

right as someone knocks on the door.

not being able to hold any longer you hurriedly put your hand over your mouth desperate to stay as quiet as you could cumming around Dominic's cock, triggering his orgasm he thrust hard into you as a stage hand informed him through the door that he needed to go out.

looking down at your fucked out face in the mirror and not caring to rush on stage he lazyly fucked his cum deeper in to you.

'God baby we gotta do this more' he laughs slapping your ass as he pulls out, chuckling at your tired form trying to catch your breath as your legs twitched.

[kausstar]

— ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ spotless mind , elliot .

no characteristics of reader besides the reader wearing lip gloss. black reader in mind but anyone can read. smoking. swearing.

the room was covered in a cloud of smoke as you held your latest puff of weed in your mouth, eyes low from your past drags of the drug. elliot, who was laid on your lap, watched as you blinked slowly and your glossy lips part to release the smoke from between them. his eyes continued to be glued on them until you speak. “el or elly?” you ask as your free hand played in his soft hair. “which ever. i like both,” he shrugs, taking the joint from your hand to take a drag of it, but it doesn’t make it to his mouth because he takes notice of the shiny ring around the butt of it.

back resting against his pillows, your mind continues to think about your question— not noticing his staring gaze on it. "elly is more of a jules thing, right? i like el better," you ramble on, eyes finally looking down after coming to a conclusion on your own. you’re confused when you catch him twisting the joint in between his fingers, grin spread on his face as he does so. you couldn’t understand what was so funny about it.

“what? something wrong?” you asks, eye brows pinched in worry as your hand stops massaging his scalp. he’s quick to look over at you after hearing your voice but his grin grows into a smile at the looks of you. “no,” he shakes his head before he places it into his mouth and takes a drag. you were still confused on why he was smiling so hard until he blows the smoke from his mouth slowly and speaks up again. “your lip gloss tastes really good, by the way,” he teases, gesturing the blunt over to you with a grin and you don’t understand at first until you notice the glossy ring.

“sorry, want me to wipe it off?” you reply nervously making him chuckle and reassure you with a shake of his head. “it’s cool,” he replies, eyes sharing a glance between your eyes and lips. his look doesn’t go unnoticed by you before he rambles on, “i like it. reminds me of you.”

you roll your eyes at his comment. “you’re so fucking corny, you know that?” you ask, head tilted to copy his laying position.

“really?” he squints at you as if he’s confused, smile giving away his teasing intentions. “i didn’t notice.”

 2023 kausstar.

[persephonesbody]

the weekend: part i, elliot x reader

୨୧ the weekend masterlist synopsis: in which he's in a relationship but still has you wrapped around his finger... but only on the weekend warning(s): infidelity/cheating, angst, arguing, lying, implied makeup sex, delusion (reader is just like meeee lmao). author's note: you sayyy youuu got a girllll, how you want me? how you want me when you got a girlll?? let me know if you all would like a part two :) (edited as of 12.30.23) wc: 1.2k

"What's on your mind?" He asked, pulling your head out of your thoughts.

You caught yourself doing that a lot lately. Taking the time to step back and do some hardcore reflecting. It was apparent that the person that you were becoming was beginning to cause conflict in your life.

When you started fooling around with Elliot, it hadn't occurred to you that what you two were doing was wrong. He'd done such a good job at convincing you that your loyalty didn't lie with his girlfriend.

I mean, you two hardly knew each other. All you knew was that he quickly grew fond of the girl two weeks after he transferred to East Highland. About a month after that, they were dating. 

But Elliot was a liar. And a good one.

You met him at a party and caught him right in the middle of a personal smoke sesh. He asked you if you wanted to take a hit, and you obliged. Next thing you knew he was tonguing you down in a dimly lit bathroom, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

At that point, you had no clue about his relationship. That night led to steamy rendevous, and soon enough it became frequent. Every weekend, he would hit you up at midnight and then pick you up. What happened after that was unspeakable. 

That lasted about a month before you finally found out about her.

You overheard her and Maddy talk about their relationship, and you were vexed, to say the very least. Swearing up and down, when you confront Elliot about his secret relationship, you won't let up and cut him off for good.

You swore but didn't hold yourself to the swear. The minute he began to rest his case, he confided in you about how bored he was with his relationship and how he did like her but felt like he wasn't taking their relationship as seriously as she was. 

He promised that he was going to break up with her soon.

A smart person would just call him a liar and leave him alone... right?

Wrong. You fell for his lies and now here you were. Saturday night, tangled in his sheets while he smoked a joint and played tunes off of his guitar. 

"You." You responded.

He glanced up from his guitar to look at you, "Me?"

You nodded, your eyes moving from his to the nail you were picking, "You and... her."

You heard a deep sigh escape his lips, "I told you that I'm breaking up with her."

"You tell me a lot of things, Elliot."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Your eyes rolled, staring at his face, "It means that you tell me things that I'm supposed to believe, but I don't. Not anymore."

He's stuck. He's confused. He didn't think that you would bring this conversation up, as it was an unspoken rule between the two of you not to argue over his relationship.

Mostly because he didn't want to account for fiddling with two girls' emotions, all while trying to have his cake and eating it too.

But you were fed up. You wanted Elliot to yourself, and it was eating you up inside knowing that you only were allowed access to him on the weekends.

"Why won't you just break up with her? You say that you're not happy and that you're dissatisfied with your relationship yet you still stay with her. Why?"

The questions were coming up like word vomit. It was as if once you started, you couldn't stop. All the emotions that you had bottled up inside were starting to fizzle out, and you figured that now was the time to address his betrayal.

You didn't even realize that he was now standing up, inching closer to you and your face with his hand. His demeanor was nurturing and confused. It made you wonder what was about to come out of his mouth.

“Y/N, I love you. You know that,” he started, “I just… can’t be with you right now. I like what we’re doing. It’s simple.”

What the fuck?

Simple. That statement alone was enough to make your heart drop. 

He caressed your cheek and then placed a soft kiss on it. Then he turns away and heads to the bathroom.

What the fuck?????

All you could utter was “Are you serious?” which you meant to say in your head, but it blurted out with such disgust lacing your tone.

He ignored you and a moment later you heard his pee hit the water in the toilet. You roll your eyes again and inch near the bathroom door, awaiting his departure. The sink runs, assuming that he is washing his hands and then the door opens. 

For the life of you, you could not read the expression on his face. You wondered what was going on in his head and why he was treating you this way. You wondered so much to the point where that was the question that you blurted out.

“Treating you like what? I thought I made it clear what this was.” He gestures between the both of you, “We fuck on weekends. I don’t understand why you expected anything else out of me.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? You’re the one who proposed the idea of us fucking around. You’re the one who initiated this whole thing and promised me that you were going to break up with her. Don’t try to flip this shit on me.”

He plopped on the edge of his bed and you stood in front of him with your arms folded.

“I’m not flipping anything, sweetheart,” He smirked and chuckled, adding fuel to the fire, “I like it when you get all mad at me,” His hand reached for your hip and he pulled you into his lap, then placed soft kisses along your neck. 

You pushed your hands against his chest slightly, “Elliot stop. We’re having a conversation.”

He sighed, dropping his hands, “I’m sorry, it’s just I can’t continue this thing we have going on if we argue all the time. Now do you want to talk about my girlfriend or do what you came over to do…” his voice trailed off as his fingers went back to massaging your sides, then cupping your butt. 

He squeezed your cheek softly and stared at you with his low, red eyes and his lip between his teeth, waiting for you to respond, “Hmm? Do you still want to talk?”

Your lips parted, lingering for something to come out, yet nothing did. Instead, he leaned in and sucked on your bottom lip before kissing you deeply. 

This is how it went every time. You would ask him about her and he would avoid accountability by trapping you in his seductive web. It was like clockwork. And you always fell for it.

You couldn’t even feel sorry for yourself anymore, because you knew that he was going to continue to lie. 

At this point, you were fully aware of what you were getting into with him, and you were starting not to care. And at this point, you were willing to put everything on the line if it meant you still got to have a little piece of him on the weekend.

[slut4sugu]

— 𝐒𝐎𝐒. 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 !

─── . ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀ ♡ SOME WORDS FROM KAM: I just want to thank all of your for 100+ followers! It has been so much fun writing for you all and I greatly appreciate the support! So now I hope you all enjoy this milestone event!!

─── . ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀ ♡ SOME WARNINGS: some of these works will have mature content so minors Dni! I will label the ones that are sfw and nsfw, happy reading and thank you all so much again!

Here is SZA’s full SOS album in case you wanna listen to it however you want </3

NO.1 - SOS.

MDNI !

I CAN DO YOU BETTER [feat!] hobie brown

Lyrics : bestfriend!hobie x black fem reader, readers ex on the phone, fingering, hobie being evil </3, use of names like: doll, pretty thing, princess, cunnilingus, cursing, mentions of weed and alcohol use, bit of a slow burn

Summary: Your bestfriend hobie comforts you after getting broken up over the phone with your ex, and gives you the treatment you’ve always deserved.

NO. 2 - KILL BILL.

MDNI !

Come Back Darlin feat! [feat!] rue Bennett

Lyrics : ex!rue x fem!black reader, mentions smoking, makeout session, rue being slightly sappy, thigh riding, being almost caught by Gia, fluff at the end </3, cursing

Summary: you broke up with rue because her addiction was too concerning and you felt as though she would never change no matter what you said to her. After an argument you broke up, though as weeks then months passed rue started to realized your her drug. The strongest there fuckin is.

NO. 3 - SEEK & DESTROY.

BULLSEYE [feat!] assassin Toji x fem!black reader

Lyrics: Toji being hot as usual, reader having to treat his scars, suggestiveness, fluff, use of the name: doll, pretty, baby, princess, ma, toji being a sweetheart, use of guns, cursing.

Summary: you didn’t know what toji specifically did for work until you started to put pieces together, the excessive guns, weaponry, especially the scars. Then one night your boyfriend of 2 years sat you down an told you everything.

NO. 4 - LOW.

SHOW OFF [ feat!] 42!miles x fem!blackreader

Lyrics: miles being protective of you as per usual, jealousy themes, cursing, rio being suspicious, slight angst then fluff, reader being worried for miles, miles spoiling reader, slight suggestiveness

Summary: you found out that miles was the prowler, and assured him you would still want to be with him despite what he does as a ‘job’. But because you know he makes your relationship a secret, so that not even uncle Aron would know.

NO. 5 - SMOKING ON MY EX PACK.

MDNI !

F*CK OFF [ feat!] suna x fem!black reader

Lyrics: atsumu being a dick, angst to fluff, smoking, stoner suna, skipping school, alottt of cursing, fighting between atsumu n suna, suna being a sweetheart to reader, cheating themes, mentions of a abusive relationship between atsumu and reader

Summary: After a long awaited break up with a toxic atsumu, you struggle to love yourself again. So your old friend comes to ease your mental pain, and real ease some tension.

NO. 6 GOOD DAYS.

MDNI !

MY HEART [ feat!] ? x fem!black reader (it’s a surprise <33)

Lyrics: ? being an absolute sweetheart, use of vibrator, slight age gap, reader is in her late 20’s and ? is in her early 30’s, cunnilingus, edging, aftercare, use of names: Honey, princess, sweetheart, baby

Summary: ? met you one day at a concert and couldn’t take her eyes off your cute outfit for the whole show, after getting your insta, meet ups begin to happen in discreet locations and reserved buildings before turning into stays in her penthouse.

[guessimjoiningthespidermanfandom]

Sativa

Elliot x fem!reader

Elliot x black!reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Requested: no

"I say we sound better than you or me,"- Mac Miller in We (ft. Ceelo Green)

Warnings: underage alcohol consumption, mentions of weed, partial nudity

A/N: Literally a work in progress from 2 school years ago I read the beginning and thought it was cute so here it is.

Masterlist

“You taste like champagne.” You giggled, face not even inches away from his. 

“So do you,” Elliot replied, placing another cold sticky kiss on your lips. His fingers tugged at a ruche on your satin purple dress. “You look so pretty.” 

When you received the invitation to the end-of-the-year dance team banquet you’d felt melancholy. 

However standing (leaning most of your weight on) by your boyfriend, near a wall as an R&B song played under the dim lightning you couldn’t be happier. It wasn’t just the weed or the champagne making you feel fuzzy inside. 

You hummed at his compliment, shoving your face into his dress shirt. 

He wove the hand that wasn’t resting on your hip into your hair pulling you back gently 

“Gonna mess up your makeup, baby.” He leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. 

Dramatic sparks of hurt flew through you at the way he denied your affections. Your less-than-sober mind clouding your actions. 

“You don’t love me anymore.”

He laughed at the pout on your face before pulling you closer to him by your waist, you sunk into his warmth.

 Growing up you never thought you’d be able to love or be loved by someone as much as you love him. 

“ ‘M sorry.” He whispered, pecking your nose. 

“Good, better be.” You claimed beaming, leaning up to connect his lips with yours. 

When he pulled away you chased him, not letting him go. Kissing him harder than before you wrapped your arms around his neck. He pulled you closer to him, gripping your hips. 

You sighed into his mouth when he deepened the kiss tugging on his hair.  

You pulled away for air and were about to go back in when your friend interrupted you. 

“Just because it’s the end of the year doesn’t mean the PDA rule doesn’t exist,” Chantelle teased. 

You turned around to face her, connecting your back with Elliot’s chest. He buried his face into your hair with a smile. 

“Leave us alone,” You bemoaned morphing into a giggle. 

“Need to borrow her, we’re taking pictures.” Elliot let go of you and watched you falter away in your heels as Chantelle pulled you by the arm. 

A picture with your team turned into 5, which turned into a “Wait that’s my song” and everyone headed straight for the dance floor. 

Every time you tried to find your way back to your table, another one of your teammates stopped to talk to you and offered you some of whatever was in their cup. 

You accepted and made conversation but now you were teetering on the line between tipsy and actually drunk. 

Seeing as the party was dying down Elliot began to search for you until someone was able to point him in your direction. 

Spouting loudly at your friend you stumbled backward in the general direction of your table. 

You grunted as you collided with something along your path. Familiar hands caught you around your waist, you spun around. 

“Elliot!” You called out with a goofy smile. 

“Y/N!” He said back in the same tone. 

“‘Missed you,” You slurred, resting your full weight on him. 

“Yeah?” He asked, readjusting you to his side. 

“Mhm,” You confirmed 

“Ready to go?” He looked down at you wrapped around his arm. 

“Uh huh,” You tiredly nodded before dropping your head against his bicep. 

“Where are your shoes?” He slipped the strap of your dress back up your shoulder from where it had fallen. 

You whined letting out a muffled noise sounding a bit like “I dunno”. 

Elliot reshuffled your body weight to lie right in front of him. He slid a chiffon bow-wrapped chair in front of the two of you before placing you down softly. 

“Stay here,” He warned. 

He waited until you lazily blinked up at him, recognizing a glimpse of understanding in your eyes to place a kiss on your forehead, setting off to find your heels. 

As he made his return with your various miscellaneous items he found you slumped into the chair he left you in. 

He tossed your phone into his front pocket, flinging the straps of your heels around his wrist. 

“C’mon we’re going,” He shook your arm to pull you out of your reprieve. 

You whined at being stolen from your almost sleep, glancing around the room you saw the population dwindling as people left and found their rides. With Elliot’s help, you hoisted yourself out of the chair. 

Whining out an “M’ feet hurt,” and complaining about the dirty ground Elliot picked you up and carried you to his car. 

He knew he couldn’t take you back to your house drunk, your parents would kill him and then you. 

Getting you to stay in the passenger seat was the hard part, but once he got you buckled in the second pulled out of the parking lot you were out cold. 

He was miraculously able to get you through the front door and into his room with no complaints. 

The problems arose when he tried to get you to drink a bottle of water. 

You threw yourself backward from the edge of his bed. Sprawling out with your arms above your head. 

“No ‘m tired,” You ignored him curling your limbs around a spare pillow and shutting your eyes. 

Placing the water bottle next to you on his bed just in case, he left his bedroom door open as he ventured into his cousin’s bathroom for her makeup wipes. 

When he returned you were fully asleep, chest rising slowly, and deeply. 

The bed dipped as he climbed on next to you. As softly as possible he wiped your makeup off. You roused from the cold wetness on your face, blinking your sleep away, you sat straight up like you were never asleep. 

Elliot just continued to remove your makeup. As he moved to the lower half of your face you began to swat at his arms. 

You tried to bite the hand holding the wipe and when we wouldn’t let you, you trapped his hand under your chin. 

“Stop, I’m trying to help you,” He told you. 

You pouted as if you were gearing up to cry. “Are you mad at me?” 

He exhaled heavily before answering. “I’m not, just need you to stay still,”

You nodded valiantly before allowing him to smooth over the rest of your skin. 

As your eyes began to droop again he used both of your arms to pull you towards the edge of the bed. It’d be much easier to assist you while you were still awake. 

He gestured for you to stand up and turn around so he could unzip your dress and slip it down your shoulders. 

Using his shoulder as support you stepped out of the dress and kicked it off your ankle letting it pool on the floor. 

As you stood there in your underwear, Elliot scoured through his dresser for a clean shirt for you to wear to bed. 

He tossed the large graphic tee he came up with next to you. You slipped the shirt around your head before realizing the neck was too tight to pull down the rest of the way. 

“ ‘Need help,” You huffed, pulling Elliot from his search for your bonnet. 

He came to your rescue by using both hands to bunch up the top enough for you to be able to slip your arms through. 

He knew you’d be mad at him when you woke up if you found out he let you go to sleep without a bonnet, so he took the time to find the one you left here a while ago. 

He stretched the satin fabric over your hair and pulled it over your forehead. The bonnet slipped into your eyes obscuring your vision. 

Titling your chin up towards him, Elliot shifted the elastic band to rest on your forehead, placing a kiss to the same spot. 

He was finally able to slip under the covers beside you. 

Now that you’d been wholly woken up, the both of you knew you weren’t going to be able to fall back asleep anytime soon. Which wasn’t a problem because you had nothing to do for the rest of the weekend. Elliot however had to be up by 7 a.m. 

Reaching over his head he grabbed his laptop off his windowsill. He opened Netflix and handed it to you. He turned over onto his side just as you scooched up into the pillows resting at his headboard. 

Sitting the laptop on your lap you opened your joint profile. 

Scrolling through the streaming services limited catalog. You went back to the homepage and something caught your eye. 

“Elliot,” You called testing if he had already fallen asleep. 

He answered without moving. “Hmm?” 

“You watched an episode of Money Heist without me?”

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[marleyybluu]

Baby Daddy

Pairings: Fezco x black!reader

Warnings: swearing, sexual content, unprotected sex.

Word Count: 2.5k

this is from my old account too so if you see this and you're like "Hey this is familiar" its because its me babe

"When are you going to start dating again?" Kay asked her friend. YN rolled her eyes and fed her 8-month-old child a spoonful of mashed sweet potatoes. "Sage can you tell your aunty I'll knock her right tooth to the left." The little girl oblivious to the conversation only whined for more food.

"Come on, look, you've been out of the dating pool since you got pregnant since you and... he who shall remain nameless-"

"Girl, just say Fez." 

"YN don't you miss having some fun, flirting with whoever just to get bored and ghost them in like a week?"

YN missed having fun in terms of going on dates with whoever she wanted to and accepting gifts from whoever gave them to her and on the occasion just having a drunken one-night stand but she was a mother now, things had been put into a different perspective. She wouldn't mind dating but she knew what it was like out there, not a lot of people were up to play step-parent or wait around until her child went to sleep.

"Or are you still hung up on you know who?"

YN's baby daddy was no stranger to being the topic of conversation, he was a steady fling— occasionally going on trips together, going to hotels, planning cute little dates, going on double dates, and he even met her parents. But something just prevented them from putting this title on things and as deep as she was falling for him she never let him know. Soon she was pregnant and they agreed to co-parent, it was all smooth sailing but watching him be a father made her yearn for a relationship with him. A solid one.

"No, I'm not still hung up on him," She lied. "Even if I was... could you blame me? I mean you saw the way he treated me as if I was his whole solar system and seeing him with Sage. It just makes everything deeper."

"You two are so complicated, you were the one who said you don't date-"

"Well, that was before I met him!" She shouted. YN took a deep breath. "Kay... you don't know how he makes me feel, gosh I mean when I was pregnant there was no hesitation he was so happy, he wanted me off my feet when I started showing, he put me on this pedestal that I don't know if anyone can make me experience again."

The doorbell rang cutting into their conversation, YN asked her friend to go answer and she did swinging the door open revealing the man of the hour as if they summoned him by accident.

"Hey, Fezco." She heard from the kitchen. "Speaking of the devil," YN muttered. Heavy footsteps trailed inside the kitchen. "Hey YN."

"Hi, Fez."

Sage instantly started to kick her feet when she saw her father come into view. "Hi, my happy baby." He cooed rubbing his nose against hers. "Well, I guess I will leave y'all alone, have some family time. I have some shopping to do."

YN wiped off her daughter's mouth and stood up leaving her with her father. "With who's money?" She asked. Kay shrugged. "Doesn't matter as long as it's not my own. See y'all later."

Kay left the house leaving YN in awkward silence. "So what are you doing here today?" She asked. "I was missing you guys, so I let Ashtray handle shit today." She took a sip of her coffee and sighed sitting around her kitchen island. "Did you eat yet?" He asked. She nodded but he stared at her longer. "Fine, no. But I'm not that hungry anyway."

"You have anything to cook?"

YN groaned. "Fez,"

"I don't want to hear it I'll make something."

There was no point in arguing with him really he would just turn around and do whatever he wanted anyway. The rest of the day was breezy, YN got to finish some work and take a nap while Fezco took care of their daughter. She sat in her playpen in front of the television watching some Bugs Bunny he had left on. YN rubbed the sleep out of her eye coming down the steps in a baggy shirt and some socks. She peeped over to see Sage engulfed in the old cartoon and decided to let her be.

She slid into the kitchen and crept behind Fez drawing a line down his back. "Hey." She smiled. "Hi, sleepyhead."

YN laughed. "Thank you for letting me have more than 15 minutes."

"Five hours should do you justice for the week." He joked. She rolled her eyes leaning on the counter to peek at what he was cooking. "You have no idea how much I appreciate this, I owe you."

He shook his head. "You're the mother of my child, carried my little girl for almost ten months, you've done everything for her. You don't owe me anything."

'Why do you have to be so nice?' She said to herself.

YN looked up at him wanting to ask something, maybe confess her feelings, but her doubt got the better of her and she only sheepishly smiled at him before heading to the living room and sitting in the large playpen with her child.

Holding up toys to her face and watching her little hands grab them only to toss them back on the floor. Florian poked his head around the corner grinning as he saw his two girls having their own fun, he tip-toed over. "Room for one more?"

"Of course."

Soon all three were in the playpen. YN felt his arm snake around her pulling her in closer to him, he kissed the top of her head. This was what she wanted, every night, with him and no one else honestly. "Dinner's ready if you're hungry."

"Mmm you know I'll never say no to food."

The three gathered around the table, Sage for her own small portion of the food. They said a little prayer before digging in. YN's eyes rolled to the back of her head. "I swear you make the best steak and potatoes oh my goodness."

"Thank you." He chuckled. The dinner was more a comfortable silence with the occasional random noise from the baby who was covered in mostly mashed potatoes. "Every time I look at her I fall more in love. She's perfect." YN mumbled.

Fez agreed. "We did a great job. Making her and raising her." YN lightly threw her napkin at him for the comment. "It's true, I know you remember." He winked taking a sip of his water. She remembered very well to the point where it would leave a heartbeat in more than one place.

Dinner was done, and Sage had been bathed and put to sleep. YN washed what dishes were left while Fez picked up the toys and packed away the playpen. It was 8 pm and though she didn't wake up too long ago she was ready to go back to sleep. "Well everything is cleaned up, guess that's my cue to go."

She frowned but kept it hidden. "Uh... okay, well thanks again for today I needed the little break."

He nodded. "No problem."

Neither wanted him to go just yet.

"I- um, what if you leave a little later... I have wine." YN felt herself becoming rosy she couldn't believe she was stumbling so much. Fez found it cute though. "Uh, I drove here."

"There's a couch... or an extra room." She flirted. He agreed to her offer setting his keys back down. His eyes were glued to her backside watching her bend down to one of the lower cabinets grabbing the liquor. "Hey there are some glasses somewhere up there can you-" She stood up catching him in the act, her heart fell to the pit of her stomach. "What?"

"Nothing." He shrugged. "Glasses right?" Fez didn't need much of a stretch to collect the glasses. "If we really wanna keep her sleeping we could go in the basement."

"Lead the way."

YN stepped downstairs hearing the door quietly close behind her, she stopped in her tracks seeing the tent made of blankets that she set up one night with Kay. "That's cute." He chuckled. Drinks were poured while they sat up in the tent. "Cheers to a parent's night in." She giggled. "I'll drink to that."

YN picked a movie and laid back against some pillows that were stacked but she felt herself being pulled once again into Fezco's hold, he rested his head on her thighs and she smiled lightly scratching his head with her acrylic nails knowing that was what he liked. As the movie played and more drinks were poured she started to feel the buzz, she couldn't handle liquor like she use to— tingles ran through every inch of her body as her temperature rose.

Fez was feeling the same way, his fingers running up and down her thighs. By this time they switched positions and were both laying down with her as the little spoon. She, not so subtly, pushed back against his crotch her eyes widening feeling his already hard member poking through. His hand moved from her thighs up her torso and under her shirt, his lips pressed against the back of her neck.

"I miss you." He mumbled. She shook her head at the drunken confession. "Mmm, you had too much wine." She hiccuped. "So? A drunk man's words... have... thoughts." YN fell into a fit of laughter. "What the hell was thaaat!?"

He only shook his head, his glossy eyes analyzed her every feature, the little dots of freckles spread across her skin, her full lips forming into a smile. "Fezzy..." She whispered.

"YN." He whispered back. Her low eyes fixated on his full beard. "Do you miss life before Sage?" She wondered. He disagreed. "I love her too much to turn back the clock you know?"

"Mhm."

He closed his eyes. "I miss how close we were though. I miss taking you on dates and shit. I miss pretending like we were in a relationship." 

YN ran her thumb over his cheek. "I think you were the only one I wanted a real relationship with," She admitted. "Why do you think I trapped you?" 

"Shut up." He mumbled pulling her face closer until their lips touched for the first time in quite a long time and it was a feeling that was well overdue. Soon the movie was just background noise, clothes were coming off piece by piece, kisses filling in their places, and warm hands exploring their bodies like it was the first time they met. YN wrapped her legs around his hips, her nails digging into his soft flesh, her soft moans caressing his ear. 

He grunted burying his head in the crook between her neck and shoulder leaving kisses behind. "Oh my goodness... Fez." She breathlessly whispered while tapping his back. "Oh, baby I'm gonna cum." 

His tongue slithered against her warm neck tasting her salty skin, sweat coating both bodies. "Cum for me, please cum for me, baby." 

Yn felt her legs loosen their grip allowing him to thrust harder, she let out a long groan her nails sliding down his back leaving faint red trails. Her orgasm took over her whole body causing her to shake and shiver, to reach down between them in a weak attempt to push him off but he wasn't going anywhere he loved watching her mouth form that 'O' shape, his name repeatedly slipping from her, her perfect eyebrows coming closer together, the eye contact was the cherry on top of it all. 

"Shit." She giggled out of breath. "You okay?" He chuckled passing his thumb over her chin. "Yes." Her cheeks started to feel warm. 

Fez rolled over on his back letting out an exhausted sigh picking up the phone to check the time. "1 am, wow."  He put the phone down seeing Yn now on top of him her hands laying on his chest, her soaked pussy sliding against his shaft, she whimpered at her sensitive clit's contact with the vein he had poking out. She lifted her hips taking his dick into the palm of her hand so it stood straight up and slowly sank down on it. 

"Baby..." He moaned feeling engulfed in her warmth and slickness. "Can't take anymore?" She flirted rotating her hips. "Mmm don't start that, I always make you tap out." 

YN didn't answer only lifted back up to his tip and carefully back down, she repeated her actions until she was comfortable enough to go a bit faster. She rode that man like a horse, helped that he was hung like one too, his hands had a hard grip on her cheeks spanking them once in a while hard enough in the hopes to leave a print. She leaned down resting her upper body on his and still moving up and down on him. "Fuck it's so deep." She muttered. "Yeah?" Fez wrapped his arms around her waist holding her down, he began to match her motions. 

"Ouu I- mmm fuck I hate that." She giggled knowing she felt the complete opposite. Soon her body gave out letting Fez take over with his relentless pounding, she whimpered reaching back to push against his thighs but was denied when he collected her arm trapping it under his initiating the same on the other side. "Take that shit, I told you I always make you tap out." 

She really had no choice but to lay on his chest she wiggled her upper body as much as she could but there was no point. "Fezzz." She whined, her eyes falling to the back of her head. "I'm gonna cum YN." 

"Cum in me daddy, please." 

Fez felt her pulsing around him only for it to trigger his own orgasm, his thrusts became slow and sloppy as he emptied himself inside of her. He released his grip on her leaving her to lay lifelessly on her, out of breath, officially tapped out for the night. "You telling me to cum in you will never get old."

She smirked. "It won't be the last time either." 

The moment was interrupted by their original outcome from the last time she made that statement, baby cries over the monitor that YN had left in the basement because she always forgot the other one upstairs. "And there she goes." 

YN cleaned up from the sink nearby and stole Fezco's shirt to cover her body. "Really?" 

"Yuuup." She laughed running up the stairs to her daughter's room to see the infant kicking and wailing. "Okaaay mama I'm here." 

She sighed carrying her back to the master bedroom seeing Fez in his boxers laying on her sheets. "I don't think she's hungry, just fussy." He watched as she carefully laid down with the baby laying on her chest. He scooted over to get closer and kissed her cheek, he placed his hand on Sage's back as she slowly calmed down and was soon back to being quiet.  

"I love you guys." 

Yn looked over at him. "We love you too." 

don't we love when she posts on a random day in the week after saying she only does weekends? lol

New Rio fics dropping this weekend fr tho and if I don't do it shiiiiiit don't shoot the messenger

taking a break from Miss Ivy (but if you are a curious cat and would like to take a read come through) and diving back into my other boys

if you liked this fic feel free to like this fic, comments and reblogs help and are very appreciated each time (even tho tumblr wont let me respond to comments for some stupid reason.)

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[infernalodie]

𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 || 𝐑𝐮𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭

"𝘗𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘖𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘗𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦"

Inspo: Kamal. - people don't change - demo

Pairing: Rue Bennett x Black!Male!reader

Summary: Maybe you had held out for hope for no reason...

Warnings: Reader and Rue dated prior to Jules ever arriving, drug abuse, and a lot of angst.

Words: 1253

DNI IF YOU'RE YOUNGER THAN 18 OR SENSITIVE TO THE WARNINGS ABOVE!

At the heart, you wanted to believe Rue was trying to get clean. Indeed, you wouldn’t be a friend if you didn’t believe it. What made it hard was sitting in this parking lot, standing by the counter to grab your guys’ food and knowing precisely what she was doing inside your car. A powdered line along your phone case with a rolled-up bill in hand. Her shame had no limits.

And you weren’t going to try and act high and mighty because you’ve done your fair share of drugs. But you didn’t let them take ahold of your life like Rue has.

But who were you to judge? It’s not like you were someone that had control in her life. You were a mere ex-boyfriend and only recently she had befriended you again after the two of you caught up from the few months of her being in rehab.

You didn’t know how to navigate around the clear issue she had been sent to deal with. And the people in her life, like Fez, weren’t exactly helping. Him giving her drugs after knowing about her going to rehab set her back at square one. The difference was he cared about her, unlike most drug dealers. So, you could respect him for that.

Once again; what could you possibly even do?

Grabbing the bag of food, you walked to the vehicle. Rue noticed your approach and slipped out with a tired smile. “I’ve been needing this.”

You smiled. “I’m glad I can be of service.” Handing her the food, you moved to the other side of the car and took your own out.

“Yeah, man. Mom’s been on my ass about these drugs and shit. I can barely be able to go out anymore without her throwing a drug test in my direction.” She took a bite of her burger, humming in satisfaction.

A groan fell from your lips that hadn’t been intentional but simply slipped out. “Here we go again.”

Hearing that made Rue frown. Her lips twitched in a confused grin with her head tilting slightly. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Taking a bite out of your burger, you grabbed a napkin and wipe your lips. “You’re always complaining. Why does everyone keep walking out of my life? Maybe you keep pushing them away? Perhaps you’re the problem.”

Rue scoffed, shaking her head. “I don’t complain, man. Ask anyone and they’ll tell you that.”

“That’s all you do, Rue,” you laughed. “You don’t realize it, but when you were gone, Leslie had me driving Gia to school instead of the bus and I get to hear all about that shit.” Rue, of course, hadn’t known this considering the two of you ended things on a harsh note with her slapping you in front of the entire football team. Now, you weren’t going to take the full blame because you had yelled at her for deciding to skip out on your game to do drugs. And your anger came from your worry, but she hadn’t seen it that way and it resulted in her cutting all ties to you. “You complain and complain about your circumstances and why it won’t get easier. You say you want “change” but you don’t want to change.”

“Pretty high and mighty coming from the asshole smoking weed in front of me,” Rue pointed out, snarky. “If I had recovered at rehab, you would be the cause of me going back to drugs. You ever think about that?”

You smiled, leaning your arms on the roof of the vehicle and saying, “I wouldn’t if I knew you were off of them but I hear everything from Fez. You completely forget that I buy my shit from him.”

She looked about ready to walk away just so this didn’t ruin her high. But you continued, keeping her shortening care to listen. “Rue, you aren’t unique, all right? If I have to be the one to tell you, then I will. But you are just like every addict in this world that is struggling just like you. They had something happen in their lives that put them down the same path as you.” Sighing, you tapped your hand on the roof of your vehicle and said, “The difference is people in your life care and have been trying everything to help you, but you won’t accept it.”

“Why do you even care?” Rue asked.

Exhaling deeply, you said, “Because for a time, I loved you and I still care about you enough to tell you when you are being a jackass. And maybe I had hope that you would get better and go back to who you were before all this shit.” She stared at you for a few moments, perhaps thinking. Whether she was or not, you glanced away before popping open the door. “But then again, I don’t mean jack shit.” And you left her with that hanging statement for most of the ride.

Life had its way of working things out and you were sure that in some way, your words would come to reality for Rue. There hadn’t been malice for years and your intentions weren’t to destroy her. But you saw the only way she could heal was to crumble and repair afterwards. There could only be so much pain and torment she could take before she had to look for a way to pivot to either keep herself safe or keep the people she cared about in her life. And you hoped she found it sooner than later because you could already see the aftermath of her decisions if she kept down this road.

Pulling up outside of her house, you placed the car in park and allowed your hands to fall by your thighs. Leaning your head back into the cushioning of the headrest, exhaling softly.

Rue shifted from time to time, clearly wanting to express her thoughts. She could get out of the car and walk away with the remnants of resentment she’d held against you for years. But she didn’t. She sat there, uncomfortable in her thoughts that she couldn’t put together well enough to make a coherent and important statement.

Sighing, you said, “I know you don’t care about what others think Rue and I can’t change your mind. I am just an ex-boyfriend that you dated for a little while. I can accept that.” Turning toward her, you shook your head. “But your mom, Gia, Fez, Maddy–everyone fucking cares. The last thing anyone wants to see is your face on the early morning news dead from an overdose. I don’t want to see that shit.”

Rue chewed on her bottom lip, nodding to herself. As she went to grab the door handle, she stopped, looking back at you and muttering, “You know, I’m sorry about us-”

“Don’t.” Rue watched as you shook your head, glancing at her. “You don’t need to go digging into the past to apologize to me when you should be focused on the road ahead. It’s embarrassing.”

Again, harsh. But needed. And for the first time since the start of the argument, Rue didn’t bite back or protest. Almost agreeing. Because it was despicable how she desperately tried to indirectly apologize. Especially for something she knew she didn’t deserve the opportunity to apologize for. “It’s in the past and you found someone new and I’m happy for you.” Unlocking her door, you sighed. “Just don’t go ruining it like we did with our relationship.”

[the-crystal-one]

Updates

Mhm, yep me again, I will be starting a new Euphoria x Reader becaaaaause I wanna give yall some euphoria content but also be respectful to the people who asked me not to continue the Fezco x reader so that is in progress, NKIT: that.....don't @ me okay, I haven't had the motivation and I don't wanna give yall bear minimum because I know how many of yall have messaged me about how much you like it and I love it too, hell I'm making it! But yes gimme time with that lil baby

[keraxxx]

You’re Perfect

Maddy x Black Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut, fingering, teasing, unedited work(sorry for any errors or if something doesn’t make sense)

Summary: You’ve had your eye on Maddy for a long time and she has had her eye on you. Not only does she find you pretty, she wants to fuck you.

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When you had first saw Maddy, you instantly knew she was your soulmate or something. She was practically perfect, starting from her personality alone. The kind-bitchy act she did always seemed to turn you on. You almost want to touch yourself thinking about how she performs her cheer routines, swaying her hips along side Cassie, her perfect slim hands sliding up her body like a snake. Every time you walked past, Nate would be there. Obviously you would expect her to look at Nate, But she stares at you with her pretty little alluring eyes. You snap out of your trance as soon as Rue snaps her fingers in your face.

“Hellooo? Earth to y/n.” She laughs and stares at Jules raising an eyebrow. “Oh yeah what are we talking about?” you talk still staring at Maddy, her body.. her hair.. everything about her it’s almost like she seducing you. It’s almost like she’s not just dancing to practice.. just to turn you on. You look at Jules and Rue practically rolling your eyes in annoyance. “Interesting.. “ Jules said laughing. You flicked her off and turned your full attention to the couple.

“Well? I’m waiting.”

“You want to come over tonight? Jules and I were gonna have a movie marathon…” Rue raised an eyebrow after she abruptly stopped and looked behind you. You turned around and saw Maddy towering over you. “Hey y/n… um i know we don’t talk much but..” she stops and grabs your wrist. Maddy takes a pen that was sitting on the table and starts writing numbers on your arm.

“Call me and we can hang out.. or study.. or.. Yeah!” she licks her lips winking and walks away to get back to her group of cheer friends. You cock your head slightly at Jules and Rue. “I’ll be busy tonight.”

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You were in the bathroom, fixing your curly hair , adding a bit of oil to your scalp when a buzzing sensation ran through the counter and you washed your hands to pick up your phone. You scroll up and see a notification from Maddy?

- Maddy💋: Don’t ask how or why but… i’m at your front door.✔️✔️

-Huh?? 😰

Delivered is the only thing you see before a knock lands at the door. It’s almost pounding, like it’s urgent.. You quickly scrunch your hair with a towel to prevent droplets from dripping down your shirt. You walk to the door and open it all the way. “I see no cars out front. You’re all alone?” She says rapidly turning her phone in her hands. “Yeah.. my parents are out of town..” You smirked and let Maddy walk in.

As soon as you lock the door, Maddy’s hands rest on your shoulders, turning you around. “Now y/n.. I see you staring everyday. What’s up with that?” She bit her lip and her hand slid up your arm. “I- uh…” Your mouth goes dry.

“What’s wrong with you? You look so nervous.”

Your eyes widened. “I’m um.. i’m sorry??” Maddy looks at your eyes, exactly the same way you had been doing with all her cheer practices. “Calm down Y/N.” she giggled at your face.“Let’s watch a movie yeah?” You laughed and dragged her to your bed.

~~~~~

Weeks passes and you and Maddy were getting closer. You could tell Nate was jealous, the fact that every time you walked past him he would glare at you like you had a third eye right in the middle of your forehead. Or maybe it was because Maddy keeps on blowing off Nate to hang out with you.

Your head rested between Maddy’s thighs as she braided your curls back, just playing with your hair. You groaned slightly as her phone keep ringing. “Okay Maddy- What- why do you do that?” You grabbed her hand and laced her fingers with yours. “Blow off Nate? Well his dick isn’t big enough.” She joked and you rolled your eyes. You scooted towards the edge of your bed, leaving a empty gap between the both of you. “I’m being serious. Like why choose me over him.”

“Because i like you. Can i not like the special beautiful y/n?” Maddy crawled towards you on her hands and knees teasingly. She grabs the side of your face. “You don’t understand how you make me feel..” she paused and her hand slowly made its way down to your shirt, playing with your bra strap. “How many times i’ve thought about you in bed.”

You groaned as her lips got closer to yours, your hot breath fanning over her face. “Can i?” she questions and you nodded eagerly. Maddy’s lips slammed into yours as her hand kneaded your breast in her soft hands. She hummed a tune to herself as she slowly made her way down to your pants. She slowly pulled them down as she looked up at your flustered face. "Do you enjoy this baby?" her tone made you throw your head back in pleasure. "Fuck.. keep going please Maddy."

She giggles to herself and looked into your eyes as she teases her way into your underwear, pulling at the band and the slight sting ran through your body. “Oh god Maddy-“ you gasped as she slid your panties to the side, her fingers teased your entrance. Without any warning, she slammed her digits into you, pounding in and out. Your moans and whimpers were music to her ears.

“Please please please- Ngh-“ your hands gripped Maddy’s shoulders, indenting them. You rested against her, her mouth next to your ear.

“You’re so pretty.” she moaned. “You’re perfect”

A knot started forming in your stomach as Maddy continued assaulting you and your pussy. “Mhmm.. cum for me.” She smirked, kissing the side of your face as you yelped, liquid falling down Maddy’s fingers.

She brought her fingers up to her lips and licked them till they were clean. “You taste so good.” she teased. You laid back on your bed to catch your breath.

“My pretty girl.” she giggled.

[iowavampz]

𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓸 𝓱𝓲𝓰𝓱🌿

You and elliot try molly together and start to get in the mood

pairing - Elliot x fem!reader

one shot length, 1.4k+ word fic

Rating: mature (18+)

Content/Trigger Warnings: unprotected sex, drugs, smut, fluff kinda

It was after school, and you were walking with Maddy and Kat. “I don't know why Nate is such a dick," Maddy said, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, he's super weird,” Kat said. "To be honest, I wish I had never dated him; it was the worst experience of my life," she muttered.

As you were about to chime in on the conversation, you got a text notification on your phone. It was from Elliot . You two had been hanging out outside of school in secret and had been communicating for a few weeks. “Meet me by my car at 5." "Who was that?” Maddy asks.

You quickly turned your phone off. "Oh, just my mom. I gotta go." You hugged Maddy and Kat, then scurried off before you were asked any other questions.

As you were walking to the parking lot, you immediately saw Elliot . He was lighting a cigarette. You smiled and walked over to him. "Hey," you said with a smile. "Hey,” he muffled the cigarette in his mouth.

“So what was it you wanted to talk about?” you said, leaning on the side of his car. “Oh yeah,” Elliot said while coughing. “Look what I got,” he said, pulling a bag with four pills out of his pocket. “It’s Molly. You in?” he said, smirking. “Fuck yeah,” you said, smirking back.

When you arrived at his house with Elliot , you got out of the car. He opened the door to his house. He bowed his head and curtsied, saying, "Ladies first." "Why thank you, good sir?" you chuckled. He laughed, and he followed you inside. You were grabbed by Elliot's hand as he brought you upstairs to his room. When he held your hand, something in your stomach churned, but you chose  to ignore it.

Elliot shut his door and laid down like a starfish on his bed. His place smelled like a combination of cocaine and marijuana. He was lying next to you as you lay on the bed. He looked to his left to observe you. "Have you done this before?" Elliot asked. "No, have you?" you asked, looking up at him. Nope. It's the first time for everything, right?" He asked as he stood up. You chuckled quietly.

Elliot took his laptop off the floor and pulled the bag of pills out of his pocket. He took a card off the bedside table and started to crush the molly. You sat up on his bed and watched his movements, then his lips, then back to his movements. ‘Pull it together, y/n.’ you said in your head.

"Done, there." Elliot took two straws out of his pillow case and gave you one. He said, "Here." He laid his laptop's lines of Molly down on the bed. As you kneeled in front of the lines, you exchanged glances. “Are you ready?  " he asked.You said, "Yes." After plugging one nostril hole and holding your straw, you both sniffed the lines.

After you guys were done, you and Elliot both laid on the bed, waiting for the molly to hit. For 10 minutes, you asked, “Do you feel anything?”. “Nah”. he said  You could feel a wave of euphoria slowly pass through your body as you let out a deep breath. You looked at Elliot and could see it was hitting him too. "Fuckkk,” Elliot said in a relaxing tone. You could feel your eyes getting heavy, and you noticed that you were blinking very slowly. Your heart started to slow down.

“Y’know y/n. Your very fucking pretty,” Elliot said while smlling. “Shut up!" you said with a big smile. “No, I'm serious,” Eltiot said, sitting up from his bed. He grabbed your jaw with both of his hands. His left thumb stroked your cheek, and he came closer. “You really are fucking pretty. Beautiful, I might say," Elliot whispered with a low voice.

He glanced at your lips, then back at your eyes. He came in closer. Your breath hit your throat, and your heart rate quickened. Elliot came closer to your lips and kissed you hard. You kissed back and pulled him in closer. “Is this okay?” he said. You nodded yes. “No I need words baby”  “yes” you said breathing heavily. He smirked. Elliot’s lips moved further. 

He pushed your shirt upwards. He stroked his tongue across your skin till you shook, kissing reverently and tenderly at every newly exposed spot of skin, including your stomach and breasts. While he was doing that, you stripped all your clothes off. You looked back up to see Elliot shirtless with his boxers. You could see the outline of his dick through his boxers. You bite your lips in horniness. “You like what you see,” he said with a low voice while smirking. You nodded while biting your lips.

 Elliot climbed over you and continued to kiss you going down and started to kiss your jaw to your neck, leaving hickeys. You started to moan as he went down to your pussy. “Fuckk” you moaned, biting your lips. He slowly started to lick your clit up and down, leaving you a moaning mess. He put his finger in his mouth to get them wet.

 Elliot  then slowly started to play with your clit. You arched your back and bit your lip. He shoved his fingers in your wet pussy. "Come on, baby, tell me what you want," he said, causing you to clench around his fingers with his smooth voice. He gave me another clit kiss. This time, his lips touched your flesh directly, causing me to moan louder. Your juices were visible on his smooth, pink lips. 

“Uhhh fuck Elliot. I'm about to cum.” As soon as you said that, Elliot pulled away. His lips and chin wet from your juices. You groaned in frustration. “The only time you're cumming is on my dick.” he said, smirking. He pulls away from you by pulling his boxers off. Your eyes widen as you see his cock pop out of his boxers, and he hasn't taken his eyes off of you for even a single second.  

At least spits on his hand and strokes his dick for a few times while making eye contact. Elliott taps his dick on your pussy. “Are you ready for me baby?” he asked. “Yes Elliot. Please fuck me.” you said almost whining.  He took hold of your face and raised it. He kissed you once more and teased your entrance, saying, " good girl."  He allowed you to adjust to his size before slowly thrusting inside of you. "You're so fucking tight Y/n ," he moaned. 

He repeatedly thrust slowly till you gave him a little nod in agreement. He began to rock his hips more rapidly. As he fucked you, neither of you cared to cover up your groans. He clawed your hips while you clawed at his back. 

“Fuck I can't get enough of you y/n .” he said putting his head back. You bit your lips in pleasure while gripping his sheets. His rhythm continued even when he was close. His fingers making small circles on your clit so you could come faster, but your previous actions had gotten that covered already. Elliot kept his pace, muttering sweet nothings into your ear. One of his hands tangled up in your hair, pulling your head back so he could kiss you as he brought both of you closer to 𝑒𝓊𝓅𝒽𝑜𝓇𝒾𝒶.

You felt the rush of excitement again after a few more thrusts. You loudly moaned his name as you leaned your back towards him. Your toes curl, and you pull yourself out of the kiss with a loud moan. He has to wrap his arm around your back to keep you standing as your climax tears through you, all the while his thumb and hips moving in the same direction. "I swear to God, Elly. “Shit, baby. God”. Elliot continues to push himself over the edge with the same thrusts, lowering his head to the back of your neck. “Fuck im gonna-” Elliot pulls out and cums in on your stomach. “Ugh fuckk Y/n.” 

You both are now breathing heavily. Elliot gets off you and walks to the bathroom. ‘Where's he going?’ you wonder. Elliot comes back with a rag and wipes you off. He throws it into the dirty clothes and lays down beside you. 

 “You feel like a fucking drug Y/n” “what do you mean?” you asked him. “I mean ever since I met you. I feel a relaxed and calm, I feel weird when i’m not around you and if were being honest, your the only person I fuck with. What I'm trying to say is, I like you Y/n.” 

You immediately smiled from what he said. "I like you too Elly." Elliot smiled and kissed you, you kissed back. After cuddling in his bed, you could feel your eyes getting low while falling to sleep. Sleeping in Elliot's arms. 

[biggest-delulus]

Drunk in love

not my gif

enemies to lovers

Nate Jacobs x black fem!reader

Warnings: Consumption of Alcohol, Alcoholism

Part 1

The party

Nate is friends with your friend Amiyah and you absolutely hate him with your guts. Amiyah asks you to go to a party with her and you say yes not knowing the person you hated the most was going to be there.

When you guys arrive you head to the kitchen to get a drink while Amiyah heads to the backyard. When you get in the kitchen you see another friend of yours. "Hey, I didn't know you were going to be here." She says giving you a drink. "Yeah I got asked to come." You say back taking a sip of your drink.

You and your friend start a random conversation before Nate walks into the kitchen drunk grabbing a bottle of alcohol and walking to the backyard pushing past you and your friend. "That boy has a drinking problem." You say. "Yeah he really does." Your friend says.

After a few minutes you decide to go to the backyard where everyone else is. When you get to the backyard you see Amiyah talking to Nate who’s not even paying attention to her. You sigh deeply making a face at her. She looks at you and gestures you to come over to where she is. You take a deep breath before walking over to her.

[persephonesbody]

house of balloons, elliot x reader

synopsis: at a frat party, you fall right into elliot's mysterious and enticing web, and both of you share two desires: sex, and drugs—a recipe for disaster. warning(s): smut (minors dni!!!), college!au, frat boy!elliot, canon ages (over 18), mentions of drug use (c*caine), sexual acts, intoxication, masturbation (fem receiving), praise kink author's note: i think this is one of my favorite imagines... and if the smut sucks i'm sorry x. it's my first time writing it, give me a break. not proofread. wc: 1.6k

Partying was the only way you knew how to take your mind off of the series of woeful ordeals that seemed to always happen to you. Your other remedies? Drugs and sex. To be frank, you couldn’t have one without the other. 

When Maddy extended her invitation to tag along with her and her friends to a frat party, you couldn’t help but enthusiastically accept. You partied with them before and enjoyed yourself, so you figured it wouldn’t hurt to join them once again. 

Now here you were, occupying a spot on the wall, sipping your drink and scoping the scene. The house was packed with intoxicated college students in their twenty-somethings, dancing the night away knowing that the following morning they have classes to attend. 

That was the beauty of university. The fact that if you needed to let loose, you could garner the right connections and ditch your sorrows for the night then bury them. 

Maddy and Cassie were singing their hearts to the song blasting on the speakers on top of the table, catching everyone’s attention. The crowd surrounding them was singing along. Until the DJ abruptly switched the song. It was then you realized quickly what you didn’t like about frat parties, you loathed the music they played. 

The song was so bad that you quickly pushed yourself off the wall and tried to find the nearest empty bedroom. Clutching your cup, you squeeze you past the living room and snuck into the foyer. A DO NOT ENTER sign was plastered on the glass door that separated the rooms, bolded and in red ink. 

Ignoring the sign and quickly glancing around you, you slowly opened the door, and tip-toed through and into the foyer. It was much quieter now that you moved away from the speakers. Your curiosity peaked once you noticed the spiral stairwell, so you walked near the steps and went up to explore the rest of the house. 

There were so many rooms in one hallway, you couldn’t pick, but you settled on the third to the right. You didn’t hear any noise when you pressed your ear against the door, and you assumed it’d be safe to go in.

It was a typical college boy’s bedroom, nothing really out of the ordinary. Cartoon posters, and basketball jerseys on plaques hanging above the king-size bed. The desk was piled with textbooks and loose pieces of paper, as well as other miscellaneous office supplies. And although the desk was messy, the floor of the room was surprisingly clean, almost as if the owner regularly cleaned it.

A clean frat boy is, without a doubt, a rare occurrence.

You became so entranced with examining this random person’s bedroom that you hardly noticed the toilet in the connecting bathroom flush. You jump as a figure emerges from the bathroom, and you are met with his slightly startled brown eyes and dirty-blonde outgrown hair.

“Who the fuck are you?” he asked

“Who the fuck are you?” you quickly rebuttal. You realized it was a stupid question to ask, considering that he may or may not be the owner of this room and you invaded it, but you were drunk and high off of two whole blunts. Everything from when you finished your last cup to now was hazy, but not enough to lead you completely incoherent.

“You’re in my room, you’re not even supposed to go past the sign on the door.”

“I’m aware,” you reply, trekking towards his bed and plopping on the edge, “The music sucked so I wanted to get away.”

“You could've gone outside,” he furrowed his brows at you while you ran your hands on the bed.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t…” your voice trailed off as your gaze diverted from the little doodles you were drawing on his blanket and up at his. It didn’t take long for you to notice how dilated his pupils were.

You shot up off the bed and walked closer to him, “You happen to know anybody that can hook me up?”

His eyes stayed on yours as you approached them, and his face went from confused to perplexed at the drop of a hat. A slight smirk ticked at the corner of your lip and you knew you had hit the jackpot.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, looking off to the side with a small grin.

You playfully rolled your eyes, “Oh come on, you can’t fool me. I know a plug when I see one.”

His eyes widened shockingly and chuckled at your comment, “Wow, now I’m being profiled by the random girl who snuck into my room asking for drugs?”

“Wow, now I’m being judged by the boy pretending not to be a drug dealer?” you playfully shot back at him, with a tilt in your head and crossing your arms.

Another laugh escaped both his and your lips and you spun on your feet and went back to glancing around the room, “Your room is nice… typical… but nice. And your blanket is fun to draw on.”

“Thanks, random girl who snuck into my room.” you could hear his shoes tapping against the wood floor as he followed you, supposedly making sure you didn’t find what you were looking for.

But apparently, this man could read minds, because when you turned back around he was staring at you with a tight-lipped smile on his face and waving a baggy of white powder in the air, “Is this what you’re looking for.”

You narrowed your brows at him and hummed, “Perhaps… perhaps it is.”

He inched closer to you, a little too close, and toyed with the baggie near your face, “You’re cute.” Was all he said after running the bag across your lips and then walking back toward the bathroom.

“Just cute? Not hot, sexy, beautiful, gorgeous, stunning,” you trailed off.

“Hot? Nobody says that anymore.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “I do,” You looked around for the bathroom and went inside, watching as he swiftly snorted a line off of the counter, “That was hot.”

He skimmed up at you with a smirk, “Want some?”

“Don’t mind if I do,” you said, entering the bathroom, not breaking the contact that you made with his eyes. They were seductive. Enticing, even. Just the mere glance was enough to send you over the edge. But you kept your composure, breaking the contact when you peeked down at the line that he cut just for you.

A smile etched your face as you plugged your right nostril with your freshly manicured nails, leaned lower toward the countertop, and snorted the contents through your other nostril.

The rush hit your body almost instantly, sending eclectic waves up and down your spine. The feeling was entirely too euphoric to explain, but you knew that you had snorted quality cocaine.

You turned around and glanced at yourself in the mirror, disregarding him leaning in the doorway, just watching you, “You’re creeping me out, boy with no name.”

“Elliot.” He muttered, still watching you. 

You spun around and leaned against the counter, “Thanks for the coke, Elliot.”

The room fell silent, all that could be heard was the slight thumping against the floor from the loud music playing downstairs. You were enjoying this quiet, yet awkward sexual tension that filled the air. 

It was confusing because the silence normally wouldn't weird you out enough to leave, but for some reason, this silence was reeling you in a different direction. A direction that made your body hot and steamy, waiting for him to touch you with his ring-stacked fingers.

That was put to a halt when your vision started drifting elsewhere and you felt his body moving closer to yours, “I guess we’re skipping the formalities,” you mumbled as he cupped your behind and placed you on top of the counter.

His lips softly connected with the flesh on your neck, “I guess so.” He placed kisses along your jawline and then met your lips. You threw your arms on his shoulders and allowed his hands to roam free along the lower half of your body.

He kissed you with so much passion, that you would've thought you were the love of his life and not a random girl in search of drugs like he had said before.

His hand abruptly latched on the hem of your skirt and slowly pulled it down, but his lips never met yours. You noticed that he was a really good kisser. Good enough to make you mewl when he nibbled on your bottom lip.

His fingers danced along your sides, then between your thighs. He took his thumb and began rubbing on your bud through your panties, causing your breathing to hitch. You leaned your body back against the mirror and watched as he began picking up the pace.

He continued to rub circles on your clit and lifted his free hand to your chin, “Look at me, okay?”

You responded with a nod and a pleasurable moan. You tried to keep your eyes on his but as he continued to go faster and faster, you could feel your legs start to quiver.

“Damn, your moans are cute too,” He said with a smile on his face, “And the face you make when you’re about to cum.”

You felt it coming. You knew it was coming. The closer it was the more your head started to loll backwards. 

“I’m about to–”

“I know, baby,” he cut you off and sped up the circular motions his fingers were making on your sensitive bud, “You can cum. Go ahead, be a good girl, and cum for me.”

And just like that, you became undone against his ringed fingers and breathing heavily. Elliot licked his fingers clean and then pulled you off the counter and engulfed you in a tongue-filled kiss.

“I don’t even know your name,” he said when you broke the kiss.

“You don’t have to.”

[littlemelaninfics]

WE NEEEDDDDD ROUGH FEZCO!

I feel like Fez isn't super affectionate in public

Sure he'll kiss your temple and sqeeze your hip, but that's about it

Until...

Let's just say that you fucked up without realizing you fucked up

A guy at a party got a little too flirtatious and after being warned once, he had to lay the guy out

With his warning came yours so when he gave you the look above, you knew to follow

You would apologize and try to make your case the whole way home, but he was slient until he just told you to shut the fuck up

And you did just that

Once in the privacy of your own home, however, all hell would break loose

Fezco. Tagged. That. Ass

He's not into belts, he likes the intimacy of hand to skin contact and the shape of them would be all over your backside

At this point you're begging for forgiveness and you think he's granted you mercy when he lets you off his lap, but no

"On the bed."

"Daddy, please. I said I was sorry."

He wouldn't have to say anything, just give you a look

I feel like he's into slight humilation, so you're definitely swallowing some of his sweet mouth nectar for even entertaining that other guy

He would bury himself to the hilt inside of you, lurching your body forward and you would cry out and immediately

You clench around his thickness as he wasted no time in pounding you into submission

You were his.

You could hear him grunt every time you slammed into you, the weight of his balls slapping against your sensitive bud.

One arm pinned your neck to the mattress and the other had a deathly grip on your hip to ensure he filled you entirely

You could only moan and whimper as your body rocked in tune with his thrusts. Tears of ecstasy and quite honestly fear escaped the corners of your eyes as your mouth hung open

‘’Feel how tight you are around me. Your pussy was made for me,’’ he growled, watching his cock disappear around your tight folds

"This is my fucking pussy."

You helpless and forced to take it allwas something he’d never get tired of seeing. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say that you were tighter than the first time he took you.

He stopped thrusting for a second, reveling in the feeling of your walls throbbing around him; matching the hiccups of your moan-y sobs. He could’ve cum right there, but he wanted this to last. You had to learn not everyone is your friend

He was going to get through to you even if he had to fuck you until you passed out