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Sh*t, Heâs so Pretty
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Summary: You never noticed him till he noticed you, never taking his eyes off you
Working at the small diner inside the boardwalk, you never had much time to remember faces, but his, that was different
Warnings: none? Slightly angsty? Slight stalking(sort of) implied fem!reader, readers work fit is described as a blouse and knee length skirt thatâs allđđœ
Authors note: IVE BEEN WAAAANNTING to write a Dwayne fic for a HOT minute, this is my first write for someone outside of the HP fandom and Iâm kinda excited ngl, this gif is literally my pfp too like UUGHHHđđœ
The boardwalk was loud, chaotic, smelling of sweets, fried food, and sweat. Sometimes the saltiness of the ocean breezed through, no matter what day or time it was always filled with screams of laughter and arrogant teenagers.
You never came to the boardwalk on your days off, whatâs the need? Youâre already there four days out of the week, why spend it at your job? Tonight though, your friends pleaded with you to join them for the free concert, strong willed until finally you gave in, you never stayed or really watched the free bands anyways, most of the time it being a day you didnât work.
The atmosphere of tonight felt exciting, maybe something in the wind, or the fact youâre actually doing something on your day off, that being the main argument your friends gave.
They had rushed you at your tiny house, crowded into your bedroom, taking a record and playing whilst talking, getting ready for the night.
Before even entering the boardwalk you could already hear the squeals of children and adults wafting out, tonight being particularly busy, just like any other nights when the music played, the beat of music vibrating from the floor, in a way giving adrenaline to your friends, walking faster as they weave through people to the stage.
Tonight was like every night for Dwayne. Him and the rest of the crew lurking at the boardwalk, covering a railing close to their bikes but in view of the stage, you hadnât noticed it but making your way to the stage, you had walked right past the boys, Dwayneâs eyes finding you in an instant, soon as he did, he didnât want to take them off you, it was like you walked by in slow motion, you captivated him, your beauty shining with the fluorescent neon lights.
The way you moved, how your hair bounced with you, the slyness of your smile, you left a scent behind that Dwayne would never forget, almost immediately becoming his favorite.
Once you made your way past, he moved from the railing, keeping a good distance but just enough to see you. David hadnât questioned him, turning to the rest of the boys, a smirk resting on the corners of his mouth, motioning to follow Dwayne. Paul and Marko bounding with excitement, Dwayne never showed much interest, in anything.
A decently sized crowd had already formed, most likely hours before you even left. Impatiently your friends weaved their way close enough to the makeshift stage, Dwayne and the boys stopping just a short distance in from where the crowd ended, he had a good view of you, tentatively watching, making sure no one was disturbing you.
You had made it in the middle of the bands set, blissfully watching and unaware. A new band making their way, quickly playing their first song, it wasnât until the fourth or fifth song, you finally felt it.
The feeling of someoneâs gaze peering into the back of you, first you looked at the people nearest to you, but their eyes fixated at the people above, then you looked a little farther, nothing. As if a kind of instinct in you, turning your body slightly to see almost at the top, a man. Long dark, and well kept hair, heavy leather jacket with leopard print on one sleeve, wearing a chunky necklace.
That piercing stare, felt like he was looking in you, reading you in a way. He had you captivated, the stoic-hardness of his face, the way he watched you almost flattering with a sense of eeriness behind it. You watched each other for a moment, before you slowly turned back around to your friends, unnoticed.
The night carried and the music played. Staying for two more bands before collectively deciding to go back to the boardwalk, indulging in the amusement before you.
Yet the feeling of eyes watching you never left. Not while walking through the fun house, your friends giggling as you navigate through the mirror maze, for a few seconds you swear he was there with you, the brooding, mysterious man. Catching him in a mirror, you see him, but dare you say heâsâŠlucid. Not quite see-through but not opaque. He wasnât near but nor was he far. Not giving in, you tell yourself is the fun house, itâs meant to play tricks.
The feeling still didnât leave, not even in the haunted house. Your friends gripping to each other, as if the decor was real, making it halfway you canât deny the feeling of someone behind you, trying to convince yourself itâs the house, but curiosity taking over you, slowly turning to see, him. Just down the hallway, if you hadnât seen him before you wouldâve thought he was apart of the attraction, eyes locked to each other, even in the dimly lit hallway, you could make out his eyes, the scream from two of your friends bringing you back, not before taking a quick glance.
Heâs gone you thought, deciding to leave it be.
As your group makes their way out, there you see him again, just across from the crowd, he was watching, the group heâs with barely paying any mind, watching the other people go by.
âWho is he?â Rang out one of your friends, another giving a half shrug, their gazes turning to you âdo you know him?â they ask, giving a fake smile, not wanting to disrupt the mood âno idea, probably a regularâ you say.
âHis stare is creepyâ said another friend, yet you couldnât agree, you somehow couldnât find it creepy, uneasy? Most likely, but beneath it, is something more.
Moving to the carousel, the conversation drifting back to normal adult occurrences. Grocery shopping, laundry, what nail polish to use next, but by now you couldnât get him out of your mind, the anatomy of his face, the way his eyes made your entire body warm, how you didnât even know his name but he was already doing things to you.
You feel a jolt to your shoulder, coming back from your daydream to see how far youâve moved in line.
âY/N? Are you okay? Youâve been quietâ stated your friend, again you give a small, fake smile âyes, sorry just..thinking about work in a couple daysâ your quickness covering it up.
âWeâre here to have fun, not think about workâ your friend says, moving through the ride, finding which animal to sit on, coincidentally you chose the motorcycle.
Your laughter along with your friends fill the air, though the ride just went in circles, you enjoyed the moment and for a minute your mind slipped.
That is until you hear heavy footsteps behind you, who would be walking on a carousel? You think to yourself, turning around, you make eye contact with a tall, platinum haired man, his stare cold. Following behind is him, the dark haired mystery man, his eyes upon you before you could reciprocate, his crew approaching faster than you thought, but time seemed to have slowed.
He was looking you all over, reading you, studying you. An ever so sly smile appearing as he catches the motorcycle beneath you. You could feel your heart thump fast and loud the closer he came. He smelled of smoked hide and dew, a scent youâll never forget.
You could only think of one thing as he approached.
Shit, heâs so pretty
Your sight never breaking with each other. Soon he was in front of you, impossibly close but still not close enough, he had you in his gaze. His friends ogling at yours, them being rather uninterested.
As soon as he was in front of you, he was already passing you, still steadily holding eye contact for a few steps then turning forward again âwhat was that all about-â your friend starts but before anyone could answer, thereâs a loud commotion and the ride came to a halt.
Looking back in front of you, you see the security guard had the tall platinum man by his neck, another janky looking man had Dwayne by his collar, shoving him off quickly.
Before you could even realized, you had slipped off your seat, standing still, making no moves, your hand holding onto the pole, you wanted to intervene, watching as the security guard kicked them off the boardwalk, followed by the couple.
âMaybe we should go homeâ wearily your friend stated. Their altercation being the end to your night.ïżŒ
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Since that fateful night, you hadnât been able to rid that dark, yet enticing man. He had a hold on you, no words were exchanged, you hadnât even known his name and he was already doing things to you.
You hoped getting ready for work would distract you, tucking your work blouse into your skirt. You worked the night shifts at the diner, one of the few places that stayed open late on the boardwalk.
Your mind would wander back to his eyes, how beautifully dark brown they are. Wondering if youâd see him, making you anxious and hopeful at the same time.
Your shift was just like any other. You walked to work, living not far away. Youâd get there just before the sun would set, punching your card in then immediately seating and serving customers.
Within two hours the sun had been gone and night settled in. Entering into rush hour as more people filled the diner, wiping down a table and clearing the cups, you seat a family of four in a corner booth. Slipping your note pad out, pen at the ready âcan I get you started with drinks?â Your sweet, customer service voice, naturally coming to you after working for so long.
Finally, the darker it got the closer it came to the end of your shift. Not knowing how many milkshakes and burgers you served or people you seated.
Steadily holding your server tray as you bring a group their drinks, carefully grabbing one by one, setting them down, scribbling on your notebook their food orders, you feel something again, someone watching.
Looking over your shoulder, out the window on the railing, itâs him. The diner being covered in windows left it easy to see inside but even then, from miles away, he could still spot you.
The light reflecting off him and casting perfect shadows, he looked so good you couldnât deny, it made your face hot but your body tremble slightly, he had that demeanor to him.
You tried to ignore it, but a few minutes later, there they are. Him and his pose. Standing, waiting to be helped. And it was you who had to seat them. You tried to collect yourself, wiping your hands against your apron, taking a deep breath and you approach the front, grabbing four menus âanybody joining you?â You ask, the platinum-leather clad man from the other night answering âjust usâ motioning for them to follow you âright this way thenâ
He never took his eyes off you, not since spotting you outside and not even when they entered, watching you walk around the diner and over to them, your sweet voice filling his head. You could feel his stare in your back.
Sitting them by the exit that splits the diner, they fill into the booth. David and Marko taking the inside while Paul was next to Marko, and Dwayne next to David, still piercing you with his gaze. Setting the menus down you ask âany drinks?â Followed by your customer smile âjust sodaâ David responded, nodding you make your way behind the bar, filling the cups with ice, but your heart was pounding so loud you could barely hear yourself scoop the ice, filling the soda was a blur and your already back in front of them.
You tried to hide your nervousness, but as you set the drinks down, the ice sloshing around, giving you away, they tentatively watched as you set them down, feeling your anxiousness pulse from your body. Starting with Marko then ending with Dwayne, holding the eye contact for a few seconds before switching to the whole group, tray under your arm, notepad out âwould you like any food?â Asking softly, again David being the first to answer âIâll be alrightâ followed by Marko piping âI want a burgerâ giving a sultry smile, quickly jotting down you ask âwould you like fries with that?â To a quick response âabsolutely, darlingâ nothing near the gawk you get from young to old men most days, but to Dwayne, he gave Marko a chilling side eye, Marko trying to refrain his giggle.
Paul giving his order before you could even ask âIâll have a burger too, actuallyâ his smile almost replicating Markoâs âfries with that as well?â You ask again, with Paul giving a quick âof courseâ
Now shifting your gaze to Dwayne, his stare felt more intense, the brownness of his eyes almost black. He just stared, taking all of you in again, not uttering a single word, feeling like minutes though itâs only been seconds âheâll be alright tooâ David answers, nodding you mumbling a quick âperfectâ you rip the ticket off and make your way behind the bar once again, handing the ticket to the kitchen through the window.
Before you could even turn around, you could hear the ding ding of the bell at the front, impatiently and repeatedly. A short sigh and hustle over you see the dreaded group, surf nazis, as a few liked to call them by, unfortunately tonight theyâre paying customers, maybe. Luckily for you they never came in often, but when they did, it was never an easy night.
Hurriedly walking over and bringing them to a booth. The diner had been packed, leaving the only booth open three tables down from the boys, separated by the exit door, they could be separated by a whole continent and it would still be too close.
You could feel the tension in the diner grow thick, suddenly feeling how hot the air had been. The two groups made eye contact as they were seated, almost like a warning to each other, donât get out of line and we wonât do anything.
Praying to yourself all you had to do was take their order and hopefully leave. âWhat can I get started?â You begin, instantly who you could assume as the âleaderâ chimes in âget us all milkshakes would you, babe? And uh..put something little extra in mine could youâ almost demanding, you didnât want to know what he meant by that, with his sickly grin.
Giving a half smile and nodding quick, writing down their flavors âany whip cream on top?â You didnât want to be there but avoiding any conflict âabsolutelyâ the guy began before leaning closer âmaybe you could put whip cream on my topâ again, you didnât want to know what he meant with his gross advances, only going tight lipped then walking away.
The one night you wish they hadnât also put you to milkshakes, having to walk past Dwayne and them to the station, yet this time his eyes werenât on you, it was on the other group, his gaze looked like it could kill, the diner was loud but he heard everything, and his grip could break the table.
You made a pit stop at the kitchen window, Marko and Paulâs food sitting on top, gently sliding them off then away âhere we are, sorry about the waitâ you said, David plucking a fry from Markoâs plate, the two not wasting a second with their food.
Having not even stepped a foot away, Dwayneâs voice, tough yet soft, directed to you âif theyâre messing with you, tell meâ his eyes demanding but voice protective.
Heat rushed to your cheeks, this was your first time hearing his voice, you almost wished he said more. Stunned for a second, you reply âoh, thank you, itâll be alright, Iâll be getting off soonâ giving him a quick smile then going to the milkshake station.
How he wished you smiled at him again
Never in a shift do you think youâve made milkshakes that fast before, even holding the tray with two hands because godforbid you dropped any.
They eyed you almost hungrily as you slid the tray onto the table âanything else?â Asking quickly, thinking youâre off the hook, but the leader having other plans, replying âyeah actuallyâ audacity dripping in his tone, swiftly he grabbed your wrist. Not going unnoticed by Dwayne.
âMaybe, you could respond when someone gives you a complimentâ he said, referring to earlier âIâm sorry sir, itâs a very busy night-â he interrupts you âhow about not taking so long for damn milkshakesâ his voice raised laced with unnecessary anger, trying to slip your wrist away, people began to turn and stare.
âIâm sorry sirâ you say again âtheir food was ready I had too-â he interrupts again, this time letting go of you in favor for grabbing his shake, slipping out the booth to face you, feeling his hot, putrid breath on your face, slightly turning away from him âthis isnât even the milkshake I orderedâ now you know heâs trying to cause problems, you know that is specifically the one he did order âmy apologies, I can remake-â but of course, he doesnât let you finish, as heâs poured half of the cold, sticky treat on your blouse.
Embarrassment ran throughout your entire body, youâve had your fair share of rude customers, but not like this.
Your blouse wasnât see through, that is unless liquid touches it. Most of the treat slipping and falling off, leaving a wet trail down your blouse. The surf nazi chuckling, his gaze steady on your chest âyou can make it up by showing me whatâs under that skirtâ too much confidence in his voice, his comment almost taking your breath away, in a bad kind of way.
Dwayne could have murdered him in front of everyone for what he did to you, alas he settled for less. As soon as it happened, he leapt from his seat, grabbing a napkin, gently handing it to you before harshly grabbing the man by his shirt, face mere inches from his âyou donât touch herâ he began in a low, threatening grow âleave her aloneâ he wasnât asking, he demanded.
The surf nazi taking it as a challenge because nothing can be de-escalated with them âoh yeah?â He raised his eye brow to Dwayne, like it was scary. Holding out the barely empty glass, letting go of it, expecting to meet with a crash but Dwayneâs reflex was faster than the man would ever think.
Gripping his shirt harder, pulling him closer. By now the rest of the boys had followed suit, standing behind Dwayne while almost shielding you.
âGet outâ he growled once more. The man glanced over to the rest of the boys, finally backing down, barely shoving Dwayne off before muttering a âletâs goâ giving them an ugly look as they each passed by to leave.
Of course by now, almost the whole diner was looking at you. Never feeling so small before, holding the napkins to your chest, wanting to just run out and go home. Setting down the glass, Dwayne turned to you, gaze steady and fixated on you, your mind fried and upset.
Without saying anything, he took his jacket off while leading you outside. Careful to place his heavy jacket on you, the weight of it on your shoulders, you stared off a few feet in front of you, processing. Dwayne by your side, his presence almost comforting.
âLet me take you homeâ he says, breaking the silence, your eyes cut to his, how sincere they look at you. Your quiet for a few seconds âitâs okay, I-â he doesnât let you finish âIâm taking you homeâ again not asking, stating. You hold his jacket tighter to you, his smell surrounding you, lightly nodding you give a quiet âokayâ
He leads you to his bike, itâs quiet but loud, nothing said except the screams of people and the sounds of the arcade. He gets on first, gesturing to you behind him, doing exactly that.
You donât even get to tell him where to go before the roar of his bike echoes, grabbing your arms to put around him, flustered once again but in a good way. Still you donât know his name and now youâre touching his body. His deliciously sculpted body.
The bike jolts then off you are. Riding fast, its mere seconds before the front of the boardwalk disappears, you grip him tighter. Too soon enough, youâre at the front of your house.
âHere we areâ Dwayne states, slowly you make your way off his bike. Standing in front of him, you both share a moment, the moonlight hitting him just perfectly âI donât even know your nameâ you say, to which you receive a low chuckle.
âItâs Dwayneâ he tells you. Dwayne, you try to memorize âand yours?â He asks, thatâs right, you almost forgot you had a name âY/Nâ you say softly, slipping off his jacket, giving it back to him, watching how his muscles and shoulders contort. Again you stare at each other, content, you could almost see a certain gentleness in his eyes.
You canât help but think again
Shit, heâs so pretty, another chuckle, almost as if he heard you.
âI never told you where I liveâ you suddenly bring up. A sly smile upon his lips. But he says nothing, watching as you turn, walking the short path to your door. Your hand rests on the handle as you turn back to look at him once more, the silence being filled by his motor, he doesnât move, waiting for you make it inside.
The soft click of your door then sigh of relief, resting your back against the hardwood. Slowly you hear his engine get quieter and quieter.
Only one thought on your mind.
I need to see him again
So I have this theory/hc/au, Im not exactly sure what it is. But I think the lost boys DID NOT DIE at the end of the movie, and I can prove it.Strap in this is a long one.
I worked HARD on this theory so plz credit me if you repost anywere.
every time i remember my favorite person isnât real
all mine | c. loveland
summary: you surprise Colston with your brand new tattoo.
warnings: making out, dry humping
a/n: first time ever writing something 𫣠open to any advice/criticism, thank youuu #imscared
Colston barely got any sleep on his flight back from Cincinnati, but the way you practically jumped his bones the second he walked through the door has him fighting sleep with every nerve in his body.
The moon shining through the skylight above his bed casts a soft glow over your face. Youâre situated on his lap, thighs bracketing his hips and exchanging sloppy kisses with one another. His big hands have gone under your shirt, pulling you flush against him.
You can feel the movement of his lips getting sloppier, softly murmuring against his mouth, âYou sure you donât wanna sleep, yet?â
Heâs quick to shake his head, voice rough and laced with exhaustion.
âPromise, baby. Just wanna stay like this.â
Youâve been like this since he got home. Neither of you try to take it any further than making out despite the heat coiling inside the two of youâ youâre simply wrapped in the intimacy of the moment, the outside world long forgotten inside his bedroom.
Colstonâs grip on your waist tightens when you adjust your position to deepen the kiss, noses bumping and mouth pressing harder against his. The action catches him off guard and he lets out a sharp inhale. You giggle into his mouth, feeling proud of yourself for getting a reaction out of him.
He mumbles out, âWhatâs got you feeling extra lovey, tonight?â
You arenât the overly affectionate type.
Most of the time, Colston is the one who has to initiate everything. Itâs not that you donât love himâ you just struggle with allowing yourself to be vulnerable out of fear of rejection or dismissal.
Colston doesnât mindâ patience has always been one of his strongest virtues. He never tries to make you feel guilty about it. In fact, he secretly loves how aloof you come off to everyone. Loves that heâs truly the only person who ever gets to see you like this. The way you drop your guard once itâs just the two of you, your clingy and sweet side reserved for his eyes only.
But, lately, youâve grown tired of having that nagging voice running rampant in your head. Tired of it convincing you that itâs safer to hold yourself backâ better to run away and hideâ when, in reality, all you want to do is crawl into his skin.
Which is why you decided that while he was away, you were going to face your fears head on.
You swallow your nerves down, trying to keep your voice steady when you speak.
âGot a little something for you.â It comes out smaller than you intended.
He pulls back slightly, humming curiously before he presses another soft kiss to your mouth.
âWhat is it, mama?â
You unravel yourself from him which causes him to let out a small groan from the loss of contact. Lifting the hem of your shirt and hooking your thumb into the waistband of your shorts, you tug it down to show the fresh ink branded onto your hip.
The small, cursive C stares back at Colston. It takes his brain a second to register what heâs looking at.
His silence unsettles you. For a second, you almost think heâs going to tell you that this was a stupid idea. That there are much less permanent ways to express your love for him. And, suddenly, being the one to reach out to hold his hand sounds far simpler than it ever has to you.
You feel his finger come up to trace the tattoo and your brain goes blank. He refuses to look away. Like itâs going to disappear if he blinks. As you watch his movements, your breathing gets heavier. The tension is thick and evident in the air.
When he finally looks up at you, the weight lifts from your chest. Colston looks more awake than ever. A small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, a mixture of possessiveness and pride written all over his face. His hand comes down to squeeze the soft flesh of your thigh before his gaze returns to your hip.
âThis for me, huh?â Arousal evident in his voice.
You roll your eyes at the comment, teasing him, âNo, itâs for my other boyfriend whose name also starts with a C.â
He scoffs. âDonât start with that.â
âThen, donât ask dumb questions, silly.â
He chuckles at your response, forcing his eyes away from the branding on your flesh and pulling you back into his lap. You can feel how hard he is when he sets you down, clearly worked up from how boldly you decided to claim him.
âSee what you did to me, baby? Thatâs all you.â
His hands are planted firm on your waist as he lightly rocks you against his dick. You can feel the wetness pooling in your panties, moaning out at the friction. He starts leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and neck.
Whatever self-restraint the two of you were holding onto earlier is long gone, replaced with pure need and hunger.
âColston,â you whine out quietly, grinding down harder against him.
He shushes you gently, whispering, âIâve got you, just keep moving like that.â
The mattress squeaks quietly beneath you as your soft pants fill the room. His touch moves from your waist, running up your abdomen to knead at your tits. You can feel your pussy leaking through your shorts, overwhelmed by the feeling of him everywhere.
âCan feel you soaking me, pretty girl.â
You canât bring yourself to make any verbal response. You just pick up the pace and start your own trail of kisses down his neck, lightly sucking to leave your own mark on him in the morning.
Your movements grow sloppier, legs burning and ready to give out as you feel yourself getting closer. His dick twitches beneath you, and you can tell heâs right there with you when he begins bucking into you.
âPlease,â you beg, âIâm so close.â
âIâm here, come on. Give it to me, baby,â he mumbles against you.
Itâs not long until you feel the climax rushing through you, hands trembling and hips stuttering. Colston rides out your highs, his boxers sticky from both his cum and yours. The sound of your shallow breathing is the only sound in the room now.
His lips brush against your temple before he leans his forehead against yours.
âYâknow, you can never leave me now. Everybodyâs gonna know youâre all mine,â he whispers.
Youâre cheesing at that.
âWasnât planning on it.â
this is a smut request to write for colston, where he begs reader to sit on his faceâŠ
all mine - colston loveland.
description -> after your boyfriend finds you locked away in your bathroom, his mind wanders what it is youâre up to, that's when he sees the lacy set and requests one of the things he'd been desiring for a while... (tags and warnings; this is pure smut with a sprinkle of fluff! +18 minors dni, f receiving oral, facesitting, mentions of kissing, possesive colston if you squint, talks of insecurity, dirty talk and lots of it ;)), lmk if i missed any! also not proofread im sorryyy!!!)
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word count; 1,777 words
angie's notes; anon tysm for sending this request, had to write it as it had been plotting my head the whole day!!!! i could've sworn i had seen a similar idea or ceeation, but i'm not sure, if so pls lmk so i can credit author! feedback is always appreciated, mwah enjoy!!! đœđŒ
âbaby? what are you doing in there?â colston said through the locked door, making you get out of your gaze and stuttering a quick response to not look suspicious, ân-nothing, just getting ready for bed.â he knocked again, slower this time, âcan you let me in? i want to get a pair of pjâs,â he asked, leaning his head hearing you shuffle around with what it seemed some sort of package. âo-one second!â you yelled, covering yourself up with the robe you used every night.Â
âare you okay? why did you lock the door?â he asked, his eyes roaming up and down suspiciously, noticing how your fingers were tugged to keep the robe you had on. âdid i? didnât notice, sorry,â you mumbled a quick lie, removing your excess makeup with a cloth, not daring to make eye contact with him. you seemed flushed, as if you were caught in the act of doing something terrible. he took notice of the discarded white plastic bag, nonchalantly asking you what had come in, âwhat did your order, baby?â
Size kink w colston
own it || c. love
content warnings: unprotected sex, p in v, mention(s) of tummy bulge, squirting, backshots (?) not proofread
authors note: this should've been out WAYY earlier, sorry for the delay, i really hope you guys enjoy this + own it by drake was in mind while curating this
"baby please" you whined, your hand tugging gently at the bottom of his shirt
âyou trust me right sweetheart?" colston huffed as his large hands gripped the back of your thigh that were currently being held up by your smaller ones.
nodding excitedly you listened, or at least tried to, listen to every word that was coming out of his mouth, his accent smooth as ever.
his deep brown eyes focused on yours, eyes dark yet still full of love and admiration for you. leaning down, closing the space between you, pressing wet kisses under your jaw.
"i know you're ready baby, i know," he told you, he frees his dick from his boxers, tip red and leaking. without hesitation, you're flciking your wrist up and down, pumping his dick as the he moaned against your neck.
you smiled to thinking youâd got the upper hand on him until he rolling his hips into yours, already slipping himself into your pussy. a loud moan erupting from your chest as the sensation you longed for suddenly clouding your judgement.
his hips stilled briefly as he adjusts himself pulling away from your neck, he licks his thumb before moving your hand, swapping his hands behind your knees as his hips begin to rock into yours.
"mm rrright there, you're so big" you breathed out, the palm of your hand resting on his stomach
"you're a big girl, you can take it right?" you nod in response, his tone firm. he's now looking directly at you and he's not asking you, it's like he's telling you that you can and you know you'll take him, just like you always do.
and you knew you would. "yes, yes, i can take it." head spinning as your glossy lips begin to form into a pout.
while your middle and ring finger rubbed lazy circles over your needy, wet clit, you're brought back to reality for a single moment when his hips are drilling into yours, just enough for him to hit your g-spot.
you threw your head back, "keep talking baby, come on", he huffed, "i know you feel me, tell me how it feels." his voice smooth like honey. grabbing your other free hand, he places it on your lower stomach, right where his dick print appears and reappears.
you can't respond and he knows that especially with your eyes threatening to roll to the back of your head. you're too immersed in your own pleasure to even register that he's actually talking to you.
his gaze gaze drops to look at the sticky mess you two have made between your legs, a creamy white ring making a notable appearance around the base of his dick.
his large hand grabs your face firmly, his finger tips now slightly digging into the fat of your cheeks. your eyes now focused on his, "you listenin' to me baby?" he mumbled, this time his hips driving deeper into yours, sending you further into the mattress. your eyes skim over his frame, a thin layer of sweat covering his tanned biceps and chest.
"mm listening ... i-i'm listening ..." words coming out slightly slurred, your eyes drifting back to his, indicating that you did hear him talking to you, considering the fact that words weren't even considered a thought to you at this moment
in one swift moment, he halts his movements earning a loud whine from you in response. you're immediately flipped over onto your stomach, colston presses a kiss to the back of your shoulder before sinking back into your warm walls, your manicured hands clutching at the comforter below you in response to the new sudden feeling that sends you reeling.
before you can even form your next thought, he plants his foot into the bed as his two large hands rub the small of your back. his hips begin pounding into the plush of your ass, toes curling as you couldn't help the moans that escape past your lips as a mere response.
"that's right, let it out" colston smirked to himself, "show me how good it feels." he grunted, his large hand coming down to smack your ass, which was surely going to leave a mark.
your hips poorly attempt to push back up against his to match his thrusts, "feels so good, s'good" you senselessly babble, not acknowledging the drool seeping from the corner of your mouth. the only thing you both were focused on was chasing after your own orgasms, that familiar warm, fuzzy feeling pooling in your stomach.
colston knows you're close, you know he's close, his pace is slowing down but his thrusts aren't softening and you're trying to run from him. luckily for you, his hands push down on your back resulting in your stomach pushing back into the soft mattress. "ssshhit, i'm close" you cried, reaching behind you, nails digging into his wrist for some kind of stability.
looking back at him you smiled, eyes low and hooded, "i know, my pretty baby", he says, leaning down to press a sloppy wet kiss to your lips. you're too lost into the kiss to realize that he's fucking you through your orgasm and you're squirting on him, but clearly this doesn't bother him.
as he pulls away from you, you fall forward into the bed while he admires the leaking mess between your legs, but not before checking back in on you.
your hair was a mess, a few of your lash extensions missing, the bed had been completely messed up -- pillows and sheets hanging off the mattress.
"you okay baby, i wasn't too rough was i?" he questioned, scanning your face for any indication of discomfort.
you immediately shook your head "oh no no sweetheart, i enjoyed every minute of that, i love when you talk to me like that, it's so sexy." you giggled as you slowly sat up on your side.
colston helps you up to the bathroom as he walks behind you,
"next time you fuck me like that i'm getting you pregnant."
"alright y/n let's relax."
love from loveland (blurb)
background: on valentines day, only colston can outdo his own girlfriend on valentines day, which includes putting her through the mattress.
(all pics from pinterest, all rights reserved)
word count: 3k
notes: happy valentines day! i dont know how i feel about the smut part of this blurb, got a bit too carried away
warnings: this is a alternative universe, smut warning, p in v unprotected.
Big | C Loveland
18+ content!
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You knew he was big.
You knew. The kind of big you feel when he holds your hips down with one hand like itâs nothing, when his thigh presses against yours and you realize youâre barely spanning it.
But nothing couldâve prepared you for the way he feels inside you.
The way your body stretches slow and tight and loud around him because you canât stop making noise.
You didnât even realize you were doing it until you hear him laugh under his breath, low and sweet, voice thick with awe.
âYouâre so fuckinâ loud, baby.â
You blink up at him, flushed and panting, trying to keep still as he sinks in deeper. âSorryââ
âDonât apologize.â He groans, forehead dropping to your shoulder. âYou donât even know what itâs doing to me.â
He thrusts a little further in careful, watching your face, breath shallow.
meet me at our spot || Ao'nung x Sully!reader || 1.86k
fluff, a little spice (but not necessarily mature), hiding your relationship, "skxawng" = idiot/moron, "ma yawne"= my beloved, this has been marinating in my Google Docs since the movie came out
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âBye mom! Bye, dad. See you guys,â you say, stuffing a crab leg in your mouth and grabbing one for the road. âWait, wait, wait,â Jake calls after you, stopping you in the doorframe. Agh! So close!
enemyâs daughter
pairings: aged up lo'ak x mangkwan female reader
notes: some spoilers (?), sneaking around, courting in a way, reader doesn't take after her mother's bitchiness, father and son moments, near death situations, tsaheylu, betrayal, varang loves you in her own way, mentions of neteyam. smut, pussy eating, p in v sex.
word count: 8.5k
prompt: lo'ak was only meant to survey the people of the ash clan from afar but then he saw you, one mangkwan that seems different from the rest of your clan, physically and personality wise. he observes you for a while not noticing heâs becoming entranced with you as he does. he made sure to befriend you and make you see that they are not the enemy. soon, both of you are caught at the crossfire of ashes, love, and war.
masterlist
loneliness is a bitch | kmg (m)
your poetry professor starts showing up in your dreams after he praised you on your assignmentâbut it must be all in your head right? or why is he looking at you like he know what you dreamt about?
Pairing | incubus!mingyu x unistudent!reader
Genre + warnings | Smut, Porn with Plot; dub-con? (itâs a incubus story so it comes with the lore), dom!mingyu, oral, fingering, spanking, nipple play, piv sex, unprotected sex, stalking(?), marking(?), professor/student relationships, age-gap (the manâs a demon soâŠ), reader x mystery member one-night stand, petnames (harlot, slut, baby, sweetheart, pretty, human), riding, masturbation, degradation/praise. I think thatâs it, a little dark/not fluffy, comes with the incubus lore obvs. *lil surprise at the end hehe
Word Count | 5.5K ⥠22 min read
Notes | this is my first time writing anything with incubi (and mingyu lol) I did a lot of research so there is a bigger chunk of plot than usual. I hope yâall like it regardless, and that I didnât butcher the lore much TT
Request | hiii i saw that your request is open. since it is the spooky month, i was thinking of a mingyu incubus fic? it's all dark and alluring, him luring a girl and using her to get her energy.
As summer transcends into fall, the falling orange leaves mark the start of a new semester, the chilly wind and cloudy skies the only companion as you walk to your last class of the dayâLyric Poetry. Living a quiet life, you pushed yourself to indulge in small things you liked, even though Literature was not your major, you thought it would be good idea to take a poetry class in hopes of finding a medium to channel your feelings.
Itâs been a whole year and a half since you found out your boyfriend of two years had been cheating on you with your best friendâyour only friend at that. Not for a month, not for a year, but for the whole duration of the relationship. He couldnât even wait a week after asking you out when he was already having his way with her in the back of his car. You were not sure if that hurt more or the fact that the only person you had ever trusted was the one that was seeing him. Safe to say the past year has been the loneliest of them all, maybe you were destined to be alone all alongâjust how you overheard your mother say once.
A sigh left your lips, soft smog forming due to the cold weather, as you opened the doors to the building. The heels of your boots clicked on the floor and your jacket ruffled softly as your approached the roomâRoom 406 to be exact.
âHead over Heels - Marko x readerâ
âĄAuthors note⥠I TOLD YOU GUYS I'D GET TO MARKO EVENTUALLY. This is totally shamelessly inspired by @doeyeddaydream 's Marko headcanons, love em bby MWAH <3 here he is my silly lil guy, honestly i just needed a reason to do upside down spiderman kisses with these guys. i love yearning, it'd be great if I actually knew how to write it
Warnings: none I <3 writing fluff, this was written in a day and you can tell
if this is out of character please do not tell me, I enjoy making shit up đ
"Hello?" You shout as you stumble your way through the entrance of the cave. You hear a faint shuffle of movement but no one comes to meet you. Lighting a couple of candles you awkwardly step around the main area looking for signs of (un)life.
Listening out for anything at all you swear you can hear faint footsteps coming from behind you, swivelling around you're met with nothing but the beat up furniture of the cave.
"Boo."
You jump, turning a complete 180 to see a mess of blonde curls and an amused grin greeting you. Marko.
He was upside down, floating close to your face.
"Where is everyone?"
"Out." He states plainly. "Just me and you tonight."
"I'm surprised you convinced Paul to keep away from us."
He shrugs. "Had to bribe him with a tape."
You both giggle at each other, he looks funny from this angle and you're sure you look the same. You smirk to yourself mischievously, suddenly struck with an idea.
"Wait." You speak softly, admiring him. "I wanna try something."
Slowly, you bring your hands up to hold his face, his eyes flick between your face and your hands before he moves to cover one of yours with his own. You lean in to kiss him, the angle is awkward but the gesture is sweet. He embraces your touch and your lips meet; the kiss is short and gentle but you both come apart smiling. He tastes like cotton candy and iron; you're tempted to go in for another one but decide to keep that for later. He looks awestruck as you rub circles on his cheek with your thumb, taking in all his features and committing this moment to memory.
"Ok..." You let go of his face and step back. "You can come down now."
He slowly brings himself back to the ground with a soft thud of his boots; the slight jangle of his jacket echoes in the silent cave. He can't help but look at you in complete adoration.
"Missed you, angel." He coos. You give a small laugh at the pet name.
Taking his hand in yours you make your way to the other side of the cave, pulling him along with you.
"What's the plan tonight, loverboy?" You throw yourself down onto the couch and he casually slides in next to you.
"I've got something for ya." He fidgets with his gloves as he talks, seemingly embarrassed to meet your eyes.
You playfully gasp, pointing at your chest. "For me?"
A gloved hand digs around in his jacket pocket before coming back out holding a bracelet. Shades of light blue and seafoam green move in his hand as he holds it up to you and gives it a playful shake, with a small "Ta-da!" for emphasis.
He slips the bracelet around your wrist, the beads and sea glass shining in the sliver of moonlight that peeks into the cave. He adjusts the clasp and his fingers brush over your skin. You glance from the bracelet to him and his eyes linger on your wrist, his expression wanting; you see them flash gold before he blinks and looks back up, giving you a soft smile.
"There." He breathes. "Looks good on you."
"Did you make this?" You ask, admiring the handy work; he nods with an enthusiastic grin.
"Well...seeing as we're making each other things-" It was now your turn to dig around in your pockets. "Here."
You place a mixtape into his hands, the words 'lover boy' scrawled onto the label in red marker, finished with a gold star sticker. You wait for a reaction, he just stares at it, his expression a mix of confusion and surprise. This quickly changes to pure joy as he pulls you into a hug and flashes a wide toothy grin before getting up off the couch.
He excitedly bounds over to the boombox and slips in the tape, pressing play. The first song starts as he adjusts the volume and rushes back over to you; he holds out his arm, gesturing for you to join him.
You smile and roll your eyes at him, giving him your hand. You then let out a shocked laugh at how eagerly he pulls you up; you almost crash into his chest, but he steadies you. The mixed materials of his jacket rub against your skin, he looks at you curiously and your heart flutters.
He takes a hold of your arms and positions them around his neck, then slips his around your waist as you both sway slightly to the music.
"I...I'm not much of a dancer." You awkwardly chuckle, looking down to stop him seeing the blush dusting your cheeks. He doesn't respond, instead, just gives you an amused smile.
You both continue to move from side to side like teenagers at a prom, paying no mind to the fast tempo of the music; Marko moves to hold your hand, pulling away for you to slowly spin under his arm. The dance feels so old fashioned, you burst out into a giggle and let go, ultimately breaking up the sweet moment between you.
He joins in your fit of laughter, eyes never leaving your form.
You're interrupted by the sudden feeling of someone behind you, a new pair of arms wraps around your torso, picking you up. You scream in surprise;
"What are you crazy kids up to?" Paul teases before dropping you, you turn around and playfully slap his arm.
"Asshole! Where did you come from?" You laugh.
"C'mon babe, you love it." He jokes back before looking at Marko, he looks embarrassed.
"How long have you been here?"
"Long enough." Paul replies with a shit eating grin.
inspo for this was a scene from lisa frankenstein believe it or not
I got way too committed to this and made the mixtape an actual playlist, have fun maladaptive daydreaming to this <3
Edit: I spent like an hour and a half drawing custom dividers for this please be impressed
Thanks for reading, love ya!âĄ
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Part 2
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Word count - 1,300
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âđđđ? đ đđšđ„đ đČđšđź đđĄđđ đđšđ„đ©đĄđąđ§ đ°đđŹ đđđŹđđąđ§đđ đđšđ« đČđšđź,â Mark said, his voice a little too loud over the clamor. He gestured grandly at the plush toy in your hand. âđđâđŹ đ đđđŹđđđŠđđ§đ đđš đČđšđźđ« đđđ đąđ§đ§đđ«âđŹ đ„đźđđ€, đ°đĄđąđđĄ, đđČ đđĄđ đ°đđČ, đąđŹ đ đŹđźđ©đđ«đ©đšđ°đđ«.â Heâd said it with such earnest conviction that you couldnât help but laugh, the sound bubbling up from a place of genuine amusement.
You felt a little silly, clutching a lopsided, neon-teal plush dolphin, a trophy from a rigged claw machine that defied logic. But Mark, your date from your new job, was a walking, talking clichĂ© of endearing awkwardness, and this date was his attempt at a lighthearted escape from the drudgery of spreadsheets and office small talk. Heâd insisted on proving his âskillâ at the arcade games, and while heâd failed spectacularly at air hockey, youâd inexplicably pulled off a miraculous victory with the claw machine on your first try.
âđđšđź đŁđźđŹđ đ°đđ§đđđ đđš đ đđ đ«đąđ đšđ đČđšđźđ« đȘđźđđ«đđđ«đŹ,â you retorted with a smile, turning the dolphin over in your hand. âđđđŹđąđđđŹ, đđĄđąđŹ đđĄđąđ§đ đąđŹ đ đđ«đšđ©đĄđČ đšđ đ©đźđ«đ đ„đźđđ€, đ§đšđ đŹđ€đąđ„đ„.â You nudged his arm playfully. âđđš, đ°đĄđđâđŹ đĄđąđŹ đ§đđŠđ?â
âđ đđšđ§âđ đ€đ§đšđ°, đąđ đ„đšđšđ€đŹ đ„đąđ€đ đ đđđ«đČ đđš đŠđ,â he said, grinning.
âđđâđŹ đ đĄđđ«,â you corrected with mock seriousness, adjusting the toyâs floppy fins. âđđ§đ đĄđđ« đ§đđŠđ đąđŹ đđđ„đ©đĄđąđ§đ.â
âđ đđąđ« đđ§đšđźđ đĄ. đđđ„đ©đĄđąđ§đ đąđ đąđŹ,â he conceded, holding his hands up in surrender. âđđđČ, đâđŠ đ đšđ§đ§đ đĄđąđ đđĄđ đŠđđ§âđŹ đ«đšđšđŠ đ«đđđ„ đȘđźđąđđ€. đđ„đ„ đđĄđđ đđąđ« đĄđšđđ€đđČ đđ§đ đđ„đđ° đŠđđđĄđąđ§đ đđ«đđŠđ đĄđđŹ đŠđ đđđđ.â He ran a hand through his slightly-too-long hair. âđâđ„đ„ đđ đȘđźđąđđ€, đ©đ«đšđŠđąđŹđ. đđšđź đ°đđ§đ§đ đ đ«đđ đźđŹ đ đđĄđźđ«đ«đš đ°đĄđąđ„đ đČđšđź đ°đđąđ?â
You shook your head. âđđđĄ, đâđŠ đ đšđšđ. đ đđĄđąđ§đ€ đâđ„đ„ đŁđźđŹđ đ đđ đŹđšđŠđ đđ«đđŹđĄ đđąđ«. đâđ„đ„ đŠđđđ đČđšđź đđđđ€ đĄđđ«đ đąđ§ đ đđđ°.â
Mark nodded, already turning to navigate the maze of blinking lights and chiming machines. âđđšđ§âđ đ đđ đŹđ°đđ©đ đđ°đđČ đđČ đđĄđ đŹđđ, đđđ„đ©đĄđąđ§đ!â he called over his shoulder, a final, cheesy joke before he disappeared into the crowd, leaving you to your own devices.
Left alone, clutching your unlikely prize, you wandered towards the wooden railing that separated the boardwalk from the expansive, inky canvas of the Pacific. The ocean, restless and murmuring, stretched out beneath a bruised twilight sky. The last vestiges of the sunset bled into shades of bruised purple and deep orange on the horizon, painting the waves with a fleeting, ethereal glow. It was beautiful, a calming counterpoint to the raucous energy behind you.
You breathed deeply, letting the cool, damp air fill your lungs, feeling the subtle vibration of the boardwalk beneath your worn sneakers. The dolphin, a garish shade of teal, dangled from your hand, its button eyes seeming to stare blankly at the darkening sea.
As your gaze drifted along the shoreline, past the twinkling lights of the amusement park rides, something caught your eye. On the far end of the boardwalk, near where the asphalt gave way to the beach, a small cluster of figures loitered by a row of motorcycles. Even from this distance, their presence felt like a disruption, a discordant note in the otherwise cheerful evening. There were four of them, clad in long coats, ripped denim, and layered shirts, their bikes gleaming with a dangerous allure.
Youâd only been in Santa Carla a few weeks, enough time to learn the best coffee shop and the quickest route to the grocery store, but not enough to pick up on the local legends or the whispered warnings. So, when you saw them, you had no context, no stories of missing tourists or strange occurrences to draw upon. Yet, an instinctive prickle crawled up your spine. It wasnât just their leather jackets or the casual way they leaned against their powerful machines; it was something in their collective posture, a predatory stillness that seemed to absorb the light rather than reflect it.
Trouble. The word surfaced unbidden in your mind, sharp and insistent. You couldnât explain it, but you knew it. They radiated it - an aura of danger that clung to them like smoke.
You lingered at the edge of the boardwalk, eyes drawn to the group before you. They didnât move like everyone else around here. There was a reckless ease about them, as though the night belonged to them and they had no need to rush. One of them, a lean blonde, threw his head back with a grin that caught the light, his laughter carrying faintly across the din of the crowd. Another, with a shock of spiky hair, shifted restlessly, his boots scuffing against the wood as if patience was a foreign concept.
You should have looked away. Any sane person wouldâve. But something about them - about the way they owned the shadows , held you fast.
And then your gaze found him.
He stood slightly apart, leaning against a motorcycle with an indolent kind of grace. Dark hair spilled around his shoulders, catching none of the light, as if it swallowed the glow instead. He wasnât part of their banter, wasnât feeding off their energy. He was still. Watchful.
At first you thought you were simply observing him, cataloguing another detail to your silent impression of the group. But a strange shiver slid down your spine, prickling the back of your neck. You became aware -too aware -of the air between you. Slowly, your eyes adjusted to the dimming light, tracing the line of his face.
That was when you realized.
He was already staring at you.
Not just looking in your direction, but fixed - sharp and unflinching - as if heâd been waiting for you to finally notice. The moment your eyes met his, the rest of the boardwalk seemed to blur and fall away. His gaze locked with yours, and it wasnât chance. It was deliberate.
He was already watching.
The world seemed to narrow to a single thread - his gaze and yours, pulled taut across the crowded boardwalk. For a long, breathless moment, neither of you moved. You werenât sure if you couldnât look away, or if you simply didnât want to.
Then, so subtly it was almost imagined, the corner of his mouth curved. A faint, knowing smirk, there and gone, like a secret meant only for you. It sent a jolt through your chest, the kind that left you uncertain whether it was thrill or warning.
Your lips parted, though no words came. It felt dangerous to break the silence, as if sound itself might shatter the strange pull holding you in place.
âđđšđš.â
You nearly leapt out of your skin. A hand clapped lightly against your arm, dragging you back to reality. You turned sharply, heart hammering, to find your date grinning at you, clearly pleased with himself for making you jump.
âđđđ„đđ±,â he laughed, slipping casually to your side as though he hadnât just startled the life out of you. âđđĄđđ, đ°đđ«đ đČđšđź đđđČđđ«đđđŠđąđ§đ đđĄđđ đĄđđ«đ đ°đĄđąđ„đ đ đ°đđŹ đ đšđ§đ?â
You forced a breath, trying to steady yourself, but the air still felt charged. Your eyes flicked instinctively back across the boardwalk, back to the shadows, back to him.
But when your gaze returned, it wasnât only him.
The one with the short spiky hair stood there now too, his long black coat shifting in the evening breeze, a cigarette glowing faintly between his fingers. He was staring straight at you, lips curved into a sharp smirk that mirrored the one youâd just seen.
Both of them were staring at you. Watching
The dark-haired one , the one who had been staring all along , was no longer smirking. His gaze had shifted, colder now, sharper. He looked between you and Mark with an intensity that rooted you to the spot, as though measuring the space between you, weighing something unspoken.
Mark followed the direction of your stare. The teasing light in his eyes was gone, replaced with recognition and something darker -frustration. His jaw clenched, and he let out a low curse under his breath.
âđđšđ đđĄđđŹđ đ đźđČđŹâŠ đđ đđąđ§,â he muttered, the words rough with a bitterness you hadnât heard from him before. His shoulders squared, a flicker of history written in the tension of his body. He knew them. Not just in passing - he knew them enough to hate them. Enough to fear what they meant.
The air between the two groups thickened, charged with an energy that made your pulse quicken. For a heartbeat, no one moved. Just the quiet drag of a cigarette, the faint curl of smoke, and those stares - one mocking, one unreadable, both impossible to escape.
Then a sharp bark of laughter split the moment, coming from somewhere deeper in their cluster. Engines roared to life in unison, loud enough to shake the boards beneath your feet.
The spiky-haired one flicked his cigarette aside, sparks scattering, while his smirk lingered, daring you to look away. The dark-haired one didnât join him at first. He lingered, his gaze still on you, the weight of it pressing down until your chest ached.
Finally, with one last deliberate look - direct, unflinching , he swung a leg over his bike. The machine snarled beneath him, headlights glaring like predatory eyes. Together, they tore away into the night, engines howling as the boardwalk swallowed their shadows.
But the impression of them -the smirk, the smoke, and most of all that stare, clung to you, etched into your mind with a permanence that left your skin prickling long after theyâd gone.
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A VISIT FROM THE EASTER BUNNY
( Triple Frontier Boys x F!Reader )
Summary: You surprise the boys with an Easter Egg Hunt but will they find them all to claim their prize.
Warnings: Mentions of Food, Mentions of Drink, Language, Nickname/Pet Names, Anal Toy, Biting, Marking/Love Bites, Oral (Female Receiving), Fingering, No use of Y/N
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 3.1k
Authorâs Notes: Whatâs Easter without a Bunny-verse story? Hi, yes, I disappeared, sorry about that, it will happen again... Admittedly, a lot happened in the space of a month and I'm on holiday rn.
âHey! I said no peeking!â
Will leaned against the doorframe as you clutched an egg close to your chest, balancing on top of a footstool.
âIâm just letting you know Iâve put away any breakables.â
You deliver him a sideways glance, âItâs not going to get that bad.â
Just say the word
Pairing-Tf boys x reader (one shot)
CW-18+, NSFW, MDNI, established polyamorous relationship, light teasing, edging, voyeurism, orgasm denial, exhibitionism, possessive tf boys, mentions of smut, fingering, soft dom Will, soft dom Santi, soft dom Frankie. Unsuspecting victim ( poor Jack) heâs innocent in this I swear.
Summary- The boys decide to have a little fun at your expense.
WC- 1.7k
A/N- Set in the (story of us) universe but can be read as a stand alone. I feel like Iâve neglected this bunch since I finished the story and I miss them and their delusional little bubble. Please enjoy this ficlet set some time after the story of them ends and their relationship begins.
[Series Masterlist]
Not beta read
It feels weird being back in your normal spots. Nestled away in the corner booth in the dimly lit bar. All five of you crammed in like nothing has changed. Except it has.Â
 This thing forming between the five of you for the last several months. No rules, no pressure, just the four of them not being able to let you out of their sight for more than five minutes. Itâs intoxicating and overwhelming and you love it.Â
Could we maybe some poly! Lando/Oscar/plus size Reader like Landoscar are already a thing and trying to get with reader but she is not getting the hint? Like maybe it's because she knows they where with girls before but they where all the model type like skinny and heteronormative pretty ore maybe cuz she thinks they don't like girls at all...
Smut if u cann
Thankuuuu
sweet thing, we want you - LN4 & OP81 đ„
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summary:Â lando and oscar have been a couple for years. quiet, lowkey, devoted. and lately? they've both been obsessed with you. but you donât get it â not really. youâve seen the girls they used to hook up with: models, influencers, picture-perfect. you? soft, round, curvy in every way. so you think the flirting is just teasing. until one night, you ask why theyâre being so sweet. and they show you. warnings:Â poly relationship, established lando/oscar couple, plus size!reader, smut, body worship, praise kink, vaginal sex, oral sex (reader receiving), spit, soft dom vibes, reader insecurity, filthy reassurance, unprotected sex, light jealousy mention, emotional vulnerability, reader cries a little, aftercare implied, long and indulgent
You always figured it was a joke. The way Lando slung his arm around your shoulder and called you âgorgeousâ every time you walked into the room. The way Oscar stared at you when he thought you werenât looking, cheeks flushed, jaw clenched. The way they always saved you the middle seat on the couch between them. The way theyâd bicker about who got to carry your bags. The way Lando kissed your cheek, always your cheek. and Oscar lingered in the kitchen while you were bent over in leggings.
But you thought- No, you knew - They liked girls like that.
Girls like the ones they used to bring to races. Tall. Skinny. Instagram-coded. The kind of beauty that came with filters and designer shoes and flat stomachs. The kind of girls that didnât make jokes about their thighs chafing or shirts riding up when they reached for the top shelf. Girls who didnât get insecure stepping into hotel pools or strip out of jeans only when the lights were off.