hi i dont want to seem rude or entitled here but how come you don't really interact with your followers through asks and stuff
hi anon! im sure u mean no ill intent but i really dont get much asks.. maybe 1 or 2 abt reqs and occasional asks abt personal stuff i dont really think is important to be on my blog đ i dont want to spam ur tlâs with asks rlly.. (like sumn abt my major or whatnot) i prefer a cleaner blog so that its easier for u guys to access my works!
hello.. i hope this is something to wsh nation! #dryhumpingfien; this is super mediocre at best so enjoy the edit i love u kisses
dragging through the days of the week, your skin practically buzzed the moment friday rolled around. no matter how brutal tutorials had been that day, taking a deep breath and remembering that in just a few hours you would be all dolled up, walking into the deafening, sticky hug of a theta chi party filled with cheap beer in red solo cups, made it all worth it. you shot the sky a quick nod, thanking the universe for the sheer existence of frat fridays.
the moment you stepped onto those famously sticky floors, you felt your spark return after a long week of lectures. the flashing lights, the thumping bass, the chatter of the crowd; if the pregame vodka hadnât already buzzed you up, the sheer atmosphere just sealed the deal.
by 1 am, youre separated from your two friends to the crowd. bodies pressed against yours from every direction. you lost count of how many guys had tried snaking their hands around your waist, only for you to turn around and see guys you were pretty sure had snuck into earth. buzzed and suffocating, you squeezed backward out of the tight crowd, looking for a wall to lean against.
instead of hitting cold drywall, your back met a firm, warm chest.
you spun around to mutter a quick apology before escaping out of embarrassment, only to be met by a pair of piercing blue eyes. he looked just as surprised as you, the shock quickly softened into realization between the two of you. oh, youre cute. you took a brief moment to admire his face; a smug smile peeking over sharp teeth, and eyelashes so dainty it was almost unfair. snapping out of your daze, you quickly tried to apologize.
"oh my god, im so sorry," you uttered, backing away with your hands raised in mock defeat.
"hey, no worries," he replied, his voice a low drawl. before you could retreat any further, he gently caught your wrist and with a slight tilt of his head, he pulled you back into his space, resting your hand over his shoulder. raising a red solo cup with his other hand, he took a deliberate sip, his eyes locked onto yours.
"you good?" he asked, letting go of your wrist only to slide his hand down to rest on your waist. a flicker of concern crossed his features as he noticed your slightly overwhelmed state.
"of course, jusâ wanted to get away from being pushed around," you replied, chuckling. your fingers found their way to the nape of his neck, lightly twirling the roots of his hair. his eyebrow arched at the subtle invitation. he let out a low chuckle, finished his drink in one swallow, and set the empty cup on a nearby table.
"wanna head out for some fresh air?" he offered, staring down at you intensely, scanning every inch of your face.
"hmm... in a bit," you murmured with smirk. you slid both arms over his shoulders, interlocking your fingers behind his head, and stepping in to pull him down into a kiss. a muffled hum of surprise escaped him, but he wasted no time returning the favor. his free hand slid up to cradle your cheek.
the kiss was bruising and wet, tasting of cheap alcohol and sudden, dizzying heat as your tongues tangled, instantly melting into the perfect rhythm. his hands began to wander, tracing your back and face with hungry curiosity. one hand raked up from your hip to your shoulder blades, palm flat against the bare skin of your tops cutout, while his other hand remained anchored on your cheek, fingers tucked just beneath your ear to pull you deeper into the kiss.
fuck, hes good.
frat makeouts were mediocre at best. dealing with guys who thought kissing meant swallowing your face, the buzzkill of spotting mutuals on their profile, or the ultimate tragedy; seeing them under normal lighting and having your girl boner instantly die. he followed your pace. not too eager as he let you toy with his lips, tilting his head just where you wanted him with the guidance of your hand. when it was his turn, hed give your bottom lip a gentle bite, catching your gasp of surprise to slip his tongue inside with a smirk.
sensing the crowded room shifting around you, he took the opportunity to spin you. your back hit the hard wall, and without missing a beat, slotted his thigh directly between your legs.
"mhm," you gasped, lips barely separating for a second. your hips eagerly rocked against his thigh, the denim of your jeans adding a desperate friction to your core.
that small slip in your composure was all the leverage he needed. he gripped both sides of your hips, guiding your movements, forcing you to rub your heat right against his flexing thigh. trailing his lips down to your neck, he pressed quick, hot pecks there before dragging his tongue in a wet circle and lightly sucking on your nape.
a sharp gasp slipped past your lips at the sensation, quickly dissolving into a soft whimper. any hope that the blasting music had drowned out the noise vanished when a low vibration against your skin told you otherwise. he chuckled against your throat.
"good huh" he murmured against the sensitive patch of skin, smirking as he took your whimper as confirmation to bite and suck harder, marking you.
"mhm... yeah," you panted. your hands reached under his backward cap, grasping the roots of his curly blonde hair. slipping his hand from your hip to slide under your top, his warm palm snaked against your bare back, pulling you flush against him, chest to chest.
your hips didnt stop. grounding against his thigh even faster, chasing the pressure, gasping when the ridge of his leg hit your sweet spot just right.
"fuck-ah... youre-" you barely finish the thought, the words dying in your throat.
"will," he supplied, voice hoarse. his hand sliding down the front of your jeans to press his thumb hard against your sensitive center, pinning you right through the denim. you let out an honest whine, somehow managing to mumble a quick response of your own name through the haze, completely warped and breathless from the pleasure.
detaching from your neck, will cranes his head back up to look down at you. both of you taking a moment to breathe, staring at the mess you had made of each other. he still stood tall, lips plump and eyes hazy, his cap crooked from your handiwork. his pupils dilated as he drank in the sight of you; swollen lips, flushed cheeks, and the dark mark forming on your neck. need him, need this the thought looped in your head.
with a sly smirk, will reached up, pulling his cap off his head and lazily plunked it onto yours. he leaned down, catching your gaze beneath the brim of the hat.
"lets take this to my car, yeah?" he murmured, raising an eyebrow. you could only nod eagerly in response, completely in awe at the sight in front of you.
"atta girl," he chuckled. adjusting the cap on your head, he pulled the brim down to shield your face, claiming you from the crowded room in one quiet move. he gave the brim a playful flick, then grabbed your wrist to drag you behind him. his broad shoulders parting the swarm of bodies, clearing a path just for you. you fucking scored.
a single, heavy blink was all it took for the crowded frat house to vanish. next thing you knew, the world skipped forward and you were pressed tight against him in the backseat of his car. tangled hands instantly found bare skin again as you straddled his lap. caging his hips with your thighs, you leaned in close, the sound of your pants loud in the quiet, tinted privacy of his bronco.
with only the dim moonlight filtering through the glass, will gripped your hips, squeezing tightly whenever he groaned into your mouth. your hair draped around you like a curtain, your lips hungrier now as he lets you lap and suck at his tongue, chasing the whimpers vibrating in your throat.
âfuck this," he muttered against your lips. breaking the kiss to pepper hot, heavy mouth-marks down your jawline, he gives your fresh hickey one last suck before his hands found the hem of your top. in one swift motion, he pulled it over your head, tossing it aside; pausing to admire your chest before leaning in to leave matching bruises there, too.
despite his rushing hunger, he was remarkably gentle. he started every touch slow, only pushing for more when he got a whiny, vocal confirmation from you. arching your back to give him better access, you let out a low, shaky breath against his ear, which only made him greedier. you slid a hand under his t-shirt, meeting his warm, sculpted torso as you trailed lower, palming his length through his jeans.
a deep groan ripped from wills chest. "fuck, youre hungry."
his hands gripped your hips, lifting you slightly to grind your core directly against his hard length. you moaned at the blunt pressure, clutching his shirt.
"wanâ this off," you whined breathlessly. will grinned, leaning forward just enough to let you drag the shirt over his head. the tee tossed somewhere into the footwell, but as your hands slid down his bare chest, your fingers brushed against cold metal. you paused, looking down at the silver cross resting against his collarbone. the unexpected contrast of it on him sent a quiet, sudden thrill straight through you.
you hooked a finger under the chain, giving it a soft, teasing tug as you looked up at him through your lashes. "what a saint.â
a low, quiet chuckle rumbled in his chest, his eyes darkening. "ocasionally" he murmured. before you could reply, his fingers found the clasp of your bra. his lips locked back onto yours, swallowing your gasp as the lace gave way. large arms wrapped around your bare back, pulling you flush against him; the cool metal of the cross pressing right between you, a sharp intoxicating contrast to the sudden, groaning warmth of skin to skin contact.
he cradled the back of your head, deepening the kiss until there wasnt a millimeter of space left between you. he guided your hips in a steady, agonizingly perfect grind against him. you scratched gently at his scalp, holding onto his broad shoulders as the pace quickened, his own hips lifting to meet you.
desperate for release, you broke the kiss to undo the button of your jeans. will watched you under heavy, hooded eyes, cursing under his breath when he saw the tiny bow on your panties. you grabbed his wrist, guiding his hand down into your underwear. his calloused thumb immediately finding your clit, rubbing in fast, agonizingly perfect circles.
the car windows were completely fogged now, the quiet space filled with the sounds of shifting denim and your desperate gasps. one of his hands pressed flat against your lower stomach, holding you down against his thumb, while his other hand kept your hips grinding against his thigh.
"wait, fu-fuck, will âm gonna-" you mumbled messily, your fingers digging into his shoulders as your head fell back.
"c'mon, baby, go ahead," he rasped, his voice thick and dark as he watched your face. "cum for me."
his index finger joined his thumb, switching between rubbing heavy circles and flicking with his index. your back arched off his lap, forehead dropping onto his shoulder with a shattered moan as your release tore through you, pulsing hard against his fingers and his clothed length.
will groaned, feeling every single twitch of your climax. he buried his face in your neck, letting out a heavy, satisfied rumble as he held you tight, praising you with quiet âthats itâ as he rides out the waves of your orgasm with you.
i do prefer physical books over anything but with inflation, i just can't afford to buy books at the pace it takes for me to finish books if that makes sense, do you not use your kindle anymore?
hello why do i feel like ur also sennecke anon hii
i totally get that! having kindle can be a rlly great investment and u can find free epubs anywhere and import them in.
i stopped using it much bc uni was requiring me alottt of reading and physical books js gave me the needed break from screens rlly; its probably bc i have the basic old 6inch version but i find the flashing when turning pages to be an eyesore after a while.. esp during the day since i read outside alot!
reread the wsh finsta and do you think a kindle is worth it? i'm planning on getting one secondhand
bello anon this is such a cute ask! i might get a little gritty with my answer soo
if ur an avid series reader then i highly recommend getting one! theyre super neat n sweet and i lovedd using it to read around campus, its so much easier than carrying big ass books! i used it alot for my fiction phase n read the lotr books for a course i had LMAO
personally im a bigg classics fan so i much prefer the joy that comes with reading and collecting physical books; and if thats something more like u, where its shorter stories once in a while i think epubs on ur ipad is equally as practical!
but getting it secondhand for a good price seems fun anyways, i loved mine regardless hehe #retailtherapy #youngho
came here to say that i'm the anon that asked about books and also requested for a beckett fic and i think you're the coolest most laid back person on here
oh my thank u anon! ur also super cool i actually enjoyed both of ur asks alot thank u for geeking with me always did i do sennecke justice i was lowkey basing it off this LMAOO much lovee <3
macklin celebrini and his gentle ways of loving you
this is so nothingburger im so sorry ill do better soon i miss my puppy so much; sappy mack with a smut at the end (im js hardlaunching my puppy kink atp)
#1
theres something so gentle yet irritatingly attractive about the way mack loves. the moment his girlfriend is near, the rest of the world simply fades away. she has him entirely wrapped around her finger, and hes content to spend every moment to be the best for her. its in the way he bends down to catch her voice over a loud crowd, or how he instinctively wipes a smudge of food from her lips and licks his own thumb without a second thought. the chaste kiss he plants just beneath her ear, breathing her in deeply because she complained once that a kiss anywhere else would ruin her makeup, or the way he unloops his belt after a long day, his eyes absentmindedly locked onto hers as he chuckles at her daily storytelling. all of those small things, a presence so caring and gentle towards her, yet just enough to unfortunately drive her mind into entirely perverted thoughts.
#2
his eyes crease with a smile every time his phone lights up with a picture of a new set of nails. ânew set, do we likee?â she texts, showing off dainty hands decorated in red and white polka dots. hes giddy, already craving the soft arm scratches waiting for him at home. frankly, if he were stranded on a desert island with directions to water in one direction or cuddling with his girlfriend while he feels light scratches on his arm that's laced around her waist in the other, consider him parched. replying back with a quick âlove em baby,â his mind wanders to their nightly routine; him laying flat on top of her, all his warmth harvested by her body and graciously repaid by soft back scratches while she scrolls through her phone. he shivers at the thought. oh how he cant wait to head home early today.
#3
mack studies her girlfriend with so much focus, learning every detail, need, and preference like he might run out of air the second he stops showing his adoration. he relishes her directness, hoarding her reassurance like treasure. so when he notices her zoning in on him, a massive, giddy smile threatens to break across his face. oh she likes this! wait, what did i do? she liked that! he thinks.
opting for a cheeky grin, he offers a playful, âwhat?â to mask the fact that his heart is thumping like a schoolboy.
ânothing. your adams apple like.. moves when you drink, i mean,â she mumbles, snapping out of her trance with a coy smile.
âyeah?â he teases, keeping the unblinking eye contact. he slowly drags the soda can back to his lips, taking a long, deliberate sip just to watch her eyes dart straight back down to his throat. so she likes that.Â
âfuck off, mack,â she laughs softly, swatting at him as they both chuckle at the realization. of course her sweet boyfriend always makes it a personal mission to note down every little thing she finds attractive.
#4
captain on ice, all the weight of that title evaporates the second he hears the sweet nickname his girl saves just for him.
âhi puppy, i missed you so much.â she calls out, finally standing in front of him, arms spread wide for a long-awaited hug after his grueling trip to switzerland.
he buries his face into her shoulder, wrapping his arms tight around her as her hands roam up his back to trace soft, soothing patterns into his hair. theres just something so eccentric about how her delicate frame can completely dismantle a 6 foot tall hockey player. a silly nickname and the scent of fresh linen are all it takes to leave him embarrassingly weak and red, a side of him no player on ice would ever get out of him without a fight.
#5
his eyes constantly anchored to her, his mind is basically conditioned to prioritize her over everything else. right now, her legs are draped across his thighs on the sofa, the tv paused on a particularly frustrating episode of love island. his body angled completely towards her, he listens intently to her heated rant about one of the couples, her hands in full gestures while explaining the drama. mid sentence, her eyes drift to the cup of water on the table, giving a faint nod toward it without missing a beat. his brain instantly takes the hint, reaching over to hand her the cup, and watches fondly as she takes a small sip before handing it back with a mumbled, âthank you, baby.â his gummy smile breaks across his face at the subtle praise, pride swelling in his chest over how good he is for her. he sinks back into the cushions, one hand resuming its soothing circles against her leg while the other holds the cup close to his chest, ready and waiting for whenever she needs it next.
#6
its embarrassing for him, really, how compliant he gets during sex, even if his girlfriend reminds him constantly that its exactly what she loves most about their nights together. so caring and attentive in their day to day activities; she loves how much he takes care of her, guiding her through a crowd with his hand against her back, yet she adores him the most when its her turn to guide him during their nights instead.
on one of their first nights, he had tried so hard to take the lead, stumbling over his own words as he whispered pathetic dirty talk to get her on. if anything, it only made him more anxious, spiraling over whether she was actually enjoying it. when he heard her hiss at his initial intrusion, his eyes darted up to her face.
âfuck, does that hurt? im so sorry baby, oh my god, im sorry wait, let me-â he blurted in a panic, moving to pull out, only to feel her clench down around him. he looked back up to find her staring down at him, lips parted as the gears turned in her head.
âits okay mack, go onâ she whispered after a beat of silence.
it finally clicked to him the moment a silly nickname slipped past her lips while her hands worked over him.
âyoure so good puppy,â she exhaled, thighs caging his hips on the couch. his eyes widened at the praise, grip tightening against her hips. his stomach clenching as he let out the sweetest, undone noise before spilling all over her hands. it was a shock to them both, but the revelation changed everything, like an angel just gained her wings.
ever since then, hes like a baby deer whos learning how to walk for the first time in bed, so pliant as she guides his hands through every step, lulling his head with a gentle tug at his roots to direct him exactly where she wants him, telling him when and what to do. it was then he discovered that his sweet girlfriend loved taking care of him this way, and he, in fact, wouldnt have it any other way.
bye i actually got into hockey bc of him and i only rlly tune in to bruins, so its ironic that i never do.. hes liek my fav player and idk how to articulate what i imagine him to be into a workâŚ. one day anon i promise
hi!! i stalked your account and read everything youâve posted thus far and wanted to tell you that everything you do is literally amazing and perfect. like top tier. idk how you get everything right. I LOVE THIS ACCOUNT just wanted you to know
anon⌠thank u so so much u are so incredibly sweet to me đ tbh i get pretty iffy with my writing and often check if yall fw it or not, so im glad that u do anon! knowing a person likes my giggleshits work makes me so happy, esp when theyre sweet enough to reassure me like this u r adorable anon
doing a big one over here im so nervous i hope u guys like it; got inspired by all the fragrantica posts to make my own moodboard n decided to write some smut to go along with it #peaceandluv
#1
will is a simple guy. whatever his girl wants, she gets. sure, it usually comes at the cost of her bratty attitude, but a little bickering never hurt anyone. if anything, it just turns him on even more. theres something so satisfying about watching all that attitude crumble the second he gets his hands on her.Â
seeing his frustratingly hot girlfriend tug at her hair while she went on and on about how irritated she was with him, all the adrenaline running throughout his body is now going straight down to his dick. his mind goes to a different place every time, thinking about just how much of an effect he has on her, heat curling low in his stomach. he stays calm. his head down as he rubs at his eyelids, hiding the growing smirk on his face. he needs her so bad.
âso you think this is fucking funny now, huh?" she spits, raising a hand in frustration.
he chuckles, finally lifting his head. his hand falls from his temple to his side as he takes a step closer.
âeasy now," he says calmly, a grin creeping onto his face.
the air thick between them. catching her wrist before she can pull away, he guides her hand down to his chest, her palm flattening against him.
âyoure just so fucking hot.â dragging her hand thats currently in his grip, down his stomach, to his now hard dick.Â
âoh my god, fuck you will," she shoots back, immediately trying to yank her hand away. he only tightens his grip. grabbing her other hand, draping both of them on his shoulders before letting go, his own hands finding her waist instead.
âmhm all yours, baby," he murmurs. his eyes staying locked on hers as he ducks his head, leaving just inches of space between their faces. his breath brushing against her skin, grin widening exposing his shark teeth when he sees how she doesnt back away.
âlets finish this later, yeah" he mutters. eyes hazy as dives into her lips, neither of them seeming all that interested in the argument anymore.
#2
if someone were to point out wills three weaknesses, maybe it could be his left side on ice, cute dogs on the street, or his girlfriends plump lips. its pathetic honestly, how one minute hes tense from bickering with her over some guy he wasnt aware of, and the next hes embarrassingly turned on, completely zoned in on her flushed lips; bitten raw out of frustration in the heat of the moment.Â
just like that, his thoughts derail. he remembers it too clearly, nights where those same plush lips were wrapped around him, warm and overwhelming in a way that still sticks in his head. the way she looked up at him, teary-eyed, struggling as she tried to take all of him in, his dick creating a bump thats poking out the hollows of her cheeks. the way his thighs would tense as she worked her way further, head bobbing as she swirled her tongue alongside the underside of his dick.Â
âchristâ he exhales, knuckles going white as he grips the couch, grounding himself. âjust like that, fuck-â he adds under his breath, open mouthed moans threatening to escape with the words; admiring just how good his girl is being for him.Â
the perverted sounds of his own moans mixed with sounds of wet spit threatening to slip out her swollen lips, fuck does that drive him insane. her hand finding its way to grab his, releasing the clutch it had over the sofa, setting it at the top of her head as she encourages him to further thrust down her throat. slowly, he eases his way into the rhythm of fucking into her throat.
"youre taking me so well baby" he would reassure, while the pleasure rises for the both of them.Â
âearth to will? she exclaimed, dragging him out of it before it goes too far.
#3
âyeah, me and my girl dont argue. she tells me to shut the fuck up, and i do," mack chuckles, looking down at his feet as the conversation carries over the phone.
âdamn, shes got you on a tight leash bro" will adds, chuckling along at his best friends relationship antics.
ânow thats kinky. what are you, a freak?" mack shoots back.
âfuck off bro" will laughs, grateful mack couldnt see his face right now. little did mack know, buried deep inside a hidden folder on the very same phone wills using to call him right now, was a growing collection of videos of his sweet girlfriend, moaning so well over his dick within his dark bedroom.
it hadnt even been wills idea, but when he heard that honeyed admission coming out his girlfriends mouth, that she oh so badly wanted to film their nights together to keep whenever hes away, who was he to refuse the offer. 'you talk me through it so good will, i just want to hear it over and over again' she confessed. it was lewd, eliciting an initial 'babe what' to come out of his mouth upon hearing the proposal.
though what surprised him wasnt her suggestion, it was how quickly he realized he liked the idea too.
the collection includes different kinds of videos, all showing just how dirty will could get when it came to pleasuring his girlfriend. there were ones of them in his car, phone held in her hands, trying so hard to steady the camera while his fingers were curving inside her so well. her breaths uneven, voice caught between words as he talks her through in that calm, steady tone of his.
âso responsive,â he says at one point, the camera catching him above her in the backseat of his bronco. one hand caging her below him; while the other works inside her, his last three fingers hitting that velvety spot inside her so well.
âfuck will i cant- mâcloseâ she whines, her voice breaking at the new found overstimulation, tightening her grip on his wrist below her.Â
âhm, patience baby,â he tuts, unbothered, taking his sweet time seeing her fall apart, going so far to slow down the movement of his fingers. "mnot done with you yetâ he adds, earning a frustrated groan out of her.Â
âwill-oh my god, baby i was so closeâ she manages, voice shaky as he pulls her back again just when shes on the edge.
âI know baby, im sorryâ he replies, with a tone so condescending thats contrasting the sweet words hes saying. âive got you. focus on me again.â
#4
sighs are immediately heard throughout the friend group the minute will and his girlfriend start bickering again. bratty remarks are thrown back and forth over something as stupid as who has the better brunch menu in front of them. its harmless, really. will just opts to sarcastically agree to whatever snarky comment she throws at him, an endearing smile stuck on his face and a condescending tone he doesnt bother hiding.
âoh really? right, your burrito is so goodâ he says, barely holding back a laugh thats already building from the third quarrel of the day.
âyeah, over your bland ass avocado toast, bruh. fuck offâ she shoots back, quickly flipping him off before going back to her meal like nothing happened. will just shakes his head, laughing under his breath at her antics. its ironic, how easily this attitude of theirs carries through their entire day, his thoughts suddenly slipping.Â
his mind drifts into nights when it goes beyond just bickering. he shouldnt be thinking about it, but he is. the same attitude, the same bite, except now its softer, whinier for her as he uses said tone with his dick deep inside her. her hands tangled in his curls as she silently begs him to take control, with her own snarky remarks of course.Â
"will- cmon just fucking get on with it" she utters, fingers tugging at his hair.
âalrightâ he replies with a low chuckle, noticing how eagerly she takes his fingers. his posture straightening as he steadies himself.
âbiigg stretch, baby,â he adds, dragging each syllable, voice dropping into that same teasing tone. a low groan escaping as soon as he finds his way inside her, the pressure hugging him so well.Â
âso full of me arent youâ he continues, teasing her even further by dragging his palm over her stomach, pressing down just enough to the spot above her belly button, feeling the outline of his dick.Â
âfuckk- off willâ she spats, overwhelmed by the pleasure. maybe its his calloused palms touching her, or his dick carving inside her, or maybe, just maybe, its the condescending tone hes using.
"let me hear you babyâ he often murmurs, still in that calm, taunting voice.Â
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