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the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be a part of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.
HAVE THAT CHARACTER GAIN WEIGHT AS A SIGN OF HEALING: NOW
something i actually do a lot when i write
The guy at the bar
James x reader
Warnings: age gap, bathroom blow job, cussing, praise
Summary: A hot guy (james, mid 30s) decides to sit next to you(fresh 20s) at the bar for a chat, but how can you speak when your mouth is...occupied?
You decide to go to the bar tonight as you had been moping around at your apartment all day. You wanted a quick fix of some alcohol to occupy your thoughts over some stupid guy who played you. As you enter the building, you sit at the bar area, awaiting your drink. You ask the bartender for something strong, something that will sting, but not fuck you up so quickly. He hands you a shot of tequila, Gran Malo. As you down your shot, you hear a deep chuckle right besides you.
You look over, a man, a tatted, rugged, clearly built by how his arm sleeves are hugging his shirt, dirty, messy black hair and these eyes that look like they can undress you with just one glance. You blush slightly and clear your throat. "Ahem, can I help you?" You ask the man besides you.
He has the most dumbest but charming smile on his face, "Nothing, just surprised how you didn't react to that shot. Guessing you're going through it right now hm?" You stare at him confused. How did he know? Was it that obvious you were trying to drown your feelings in alcohol?
"It's nothing. Just some stupid guy who lead me on and yea. I don't really care" you shrug it off. "Right, you don't care, sure" He rolls his eyes. "Wanna talk about it or? " his suggestion lingers in the air. You quickly snap your head at his direction and your cheeks flush. "I don't even know your name" you look away embarrassed.
"That's not what I meant. But if that's what came to mind, I'll gladly assist you. And the names James by the way" He lets out an airy laugh. You shift in your seat, "Right, sorry, just the way you said it kind of just, well, you know. Sorry, im y/n" you face him slightly, still not looking at him fully.
He gets up, "Well, y/n, let me help you forget about that boy hm?" He walks to the restroom, knowing your right behind. You enter the the restroom with him and he quickly locks it. "Now, gorgeous, let's get that boy out of your head, ok?" He says as he unbuckles himself and pulls his zipper down. Your face turns bright red at how straightforward he is. He stands in front of you, his cock fully erect, straining his boxers. You get on your knees, looking up at him as he has this smug and satisfied look on his face.
Your hands go for his boxers, pulling out a tip that is a light red shade, pre cum dribbling down his long, thick and veiny cock. Your eyes widen at how big it is. "Cmon gorgeous, you can do it, I know you can" He coos at you, pulling your hair away from your face. You lick a long stripe from the base to the tip of his cock.
His head falls back, letting out a loud groan. This only makes you want to hear him more. You swirl your tongue on his tip, licking the pre cum he had there. He lets out another moan. "Fuck princess, that tongue really knows what it's doing" he pants. You hollow your cheeks, now taking him in your mouth. He moans loudly, to where it echoes in the restroom. "Your mouth is so hot, so perfect for me princess. Keep going" his words only encouraging you more.
Your head starts bobbing up and down, slightly choking at how it's hitting the back of your throat. As you continue, your breathing becomes more ragged and tears start falling from your eyes as your cheeks start flushing more. "You're so fucking gorgeous with my cock in your mouth. This is the best sight I've ever had in my life" his words come out in gasps at each bob you do. His Adam's apple bobs up and down as he tries to control his moans, some sweat forming on his brow, his face flushing a bit, his mouth slightly agape.
Your hand strokes the base to where you can't reach with your mouth, while you other hand fondled his balls, squeezing them slightly. He moans more, thrusting his cock in your mouth slightly, seeking more friction. His hand still in your hair, holding your hair back for you so he can see how beautiful your lips look around his cock, swallowing him whole. His hips start to stutter, you can feel his cock throbbing in your mouth, you sense his orgasm is about to hit. "I'm gonna cum baby, where do you want it?" He breathes heavily.
"In my mouth, I want it in my mouth James" you pant at the loss of his cock in your mouth. He slides it back in, your hands squeezing his legs as you support yourself from the load that spills in your mouth. He lets out one last moan, his head falls back. His cum shoots down your throat, and you swallow around his cock. He pulls out slowly, a string of saliva connecting your plump, red, shiny lips with the tip of his cock.
He brushes his thumb on your bottom lip, wiping the cum and spit mix from your lip. "How was that princess? No more boy on your mind anymore?" He looks at you. You look at him confused, you actually forgot about the boy from earlier who shattered your heart. "I think your cock drunk right now y/n" He chuckles. You smile slightly, a bit embarrassed and pleased that you did forget. He grabs a paper towel and cleans your mouth and his cock, then he tucks himself back in his pants.
"Thanks baby, drinks on me, ok?" He tells you. You nod and get up from the restroom floor. He extends his hand and unlocks the door, walking you both out of the restroom, which now holds a great memory that will lead to more future visits.
biker dilf hayden.... i need a moment to sit down 😮💨
Biker dilf Hayden who takes you on a ride every evening in summer just to feel alive in the beautiful canadian countryside. Who sometimes comes home with grease stains on his forearms from tinkering with his bike. Oh and you can't forget the muscled thighs he's got from veering his bike 🤭🤭
Some star wars trinkets I made!!!
TALK ABOUT TALENT OMG THIS IS AMAZING
come on😀mention my favourite character😀i am well adjusted😀and will act very normal😀i assure you😀
pairing: sam monroe x f!reader | word count: 939
warnings: making out, dry humping, love bites
a/n: crossposted from my ao3. happy reading! <3
“Sam, not here,” you groaned under your breath as Sam’s hands roamed all over your body, his fingers twisting your clothes in between. Class was about to kick off, the last thing you should’ve been doing was getting handsy in the corner of the hall. You could sense the judgemental stares you were receiving from fellow students miles away.
Your boyfriend knows exactly how to rile you up, where to touch you, what words to use when the tension gets heated. It was bewildering that he was a virgin— sexually and romantically, because he had the charisma and allure of a manwhore.
It’d be a lie if you said he didn’t know how to make you lose your mind.
Sam doesn’t say anything— instead, he slips his hand under the waistband of your jeans, and leaned in closer. His warm breath fanned your lips, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine. He was so, so close. His fingers tease you, going deeper, tugging the waistband of your underwear.
“Sam, not-”
“Yes, here.” He cuts you off before crashing his lips into yours, knowing what you were about to say. Your eyes widen, but instead of protesting you melt into the embrace. He whirls around so your back is pressed up against the wall. Your hands rove all over him, grabbing, trying not to lose your balance. The kisses are frantic, you’d let him do anything he’d desire at this moment.
You tilt your head back, giving him more access to your mouth. He gently nibbles on the bottom lip and you sigh in pleasure.
“God, I need you so badly,” Sam murmurs against your soft lips. His hand trails upward and grips your hip, eliciting a hiss from you.
“Sam,” you call his name, hoping he’ll listen and not try to cut you off this time.
He withdraws slightly from the embrace. “Yes, baby?” Your heavy breaths tangle, still reeling in from the adrenaline.
You gulp before continuing. “Class starts in two minutes.”
His expression remains unfaltered, only leaning closer to bump your nose with his. Then a near-devilish smile spreads across his face, your heart pounding at the view. “Then I will make sure these are the best two minutes of your life.” The tension hangs in the air before he reels in his lips back to yours, and they brush slightly before fully closing the distance. The sensation evokes a low groan from deep in your chest, and you grab onto his hair to steady yourself. You rub your core along the hardness of his bulge, the two of you’s moans synchronised.
You hadn’t even been making out for a plentiful amount of time, and he was already hard.
You tease at the entrance of his mouth with your tongue, searching for entry. He mewls and tugs you closer by your waist, pulling you completely flush against his chest. This, in turn, causes you to groan in his mouth with delight. He opens his mouth more, and you smile into the kiss.
Sam moans, mumbling a curse word into your mouth that you couldn’t quite make out. You feel his large hand move slightly up higher on your waist, his thumb sitting beneath your breasts. You arch your back slightly into his touch while he adjusts his hold on you.
“Oh, fuck,” you cry, your fingernails digging into his neck for support. Your breathing began to pick up as he rubbed his dick against your sensitive clit in a delicious manner.
Sam breaks the kiss and slides his lips down to your neck. He kisses you wetly there, barely containing his moans. His tongue trails toward your jawline and down to your neck and kisses you softly, sucking at your skin.
That was going to leave a mark.
“Oh fuck, Sam…” you moan softly.
“Does that feel nice, baby?” he asks with a smile as he peppers kisses all over your skin.
“So good..”
Your moans became more frantic, and your movements were getting erratic. God, you were getting close, so close—
Until the shrill, mechanical shriek brought you down from your high and back to reality.
Shit, you were going to be late for class.
You really didn’t want to drag yourself to that hellhole, but you have no other options. You retreat from Sam’s affection, much to his disdain when he cries out loud.
“What was that for?”
“Sam, the bell just rang for goodness sake.”
His eyes widen and he snatches his backpack off the floor before yanking your arm and rushing through the halls of the building. You nearly lost your balance in the flurry of the moment but you recomposed in just seconds. After about a minute of scurrying the lobby, you and Sam make it to class. Unfortunately, your delayed presence didn’t exclude unwanted attention from your fellow peers. Moreover the teacher.
The middle aged man sits up from the edge of his table and clears his throat. “Mr. Monroe, late. Again. I kindly request that next time, you don’t make out with your girlfriend a slither away before the tardy bell rings.” A few of your classmates try to stifle their giggles behind their hands at your teacher’s remarks.
Sam gives no verbal response, only rolling his eyes and taking his seat which already speaks volumes about how he feels at that moment. You take your seat on his right and pull a pencil and your notebook out of your backpack, preparing to take notes. A couple of your classmates were still holding their judgemental glares at the two of you.
All right, maybe the teacher had a point.
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It’s 104% okay to come to your DM and just say, “Hi, can we be friends?” And then start asking you random questions.
please
"why can't they just be friends?" not in the homophobic sense, but in the "in your need to center romance in everything you are missing the whole point of the media in question" sense
frat boy!scott and shy cheerleader!reader who tries to act bolder and more uninhibited than she actually is, 'cause she hopes scott will fall in love with her if she satisfies all his sexual desires and appetites, but ends up feeling disgusted with herself and ashamed after he corners her in the locker room and fingers her while covering her mouth with his other hand, with the risk of getting caught, and while he's absolutely thrilled afterwards - she's sad, thinking he'll never take her seriously, 'cause she's got this deep-rooted belief that public sex equals humiliation and a lack of serious intentions- and she starts distancing herself from him after that, and scott is completely lost and trying to figure out what happened :((
Step-dad!James buying step-daughter!reader panties and lingerie nighties as a Christmas present… hehehehe!
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this idea is giving me deja vu for some reason... something similar has definitely been done before! james adores spoiling u with beautiful lingerie sets, bc afterwards u spoil him right back with your beauty <3 btw you have to hide the lingerie, wash it when your mom isn't home, and dry it on the sly in your room so she never finds out!!
Feeling like this most of the time
