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why’d you only call when you’re high? ft. Ethan Landry

MDNI 18+

pairings: Ethan Landry x reader

cw: masturbation, messy(!!!) activities, unsolicited nudes, stalking (from Ethan’s side), ex!Ethan

a/n: sorry, no Clark & Jimmy yet! but I already had this finished and could not stop thinking about this. Title inspired by Artic Monkey’s “Why You’d Only Call Me When You’re High”

1 message from (xxx) xxx-xxxx.

It takes you a hot minute to recognize ETHAN LANDRY’s phone number. You’d deleted a bunch of contacts to better organize your storage; classmates that you’ll never talk to again, spam messages, old phone numbers. So it only begins to click in your head as to why the number feels so familiar once you begin to see his text.

You know you shouldn’t. Shouldn’t touch your phone. Shouldn’t acknowledge the contact you swore you blocked some time ago. Shouldn’t hover your finger over that message from last night. There are too many “shouldn’t”s that you’re breaking. Too many.

Yet, there you go. Opening up that chapter once more.

hey, I still have your sweater… you want it back?

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Fuck, fuck, fuck… you need to turn off your read receipts. It’s sort of involuntary, the speed in which you throw your phone on your bed.

A ping sounds off your phone, and you’re able to catch the popping message before it disappears.

I can see you read this. I just need to know if I should hold on or throw. txt back.

Delivered

Technically, this shouldn’t be a hard thing to do. You’re moving on. New beginnings, new people, new everything. You’ve been set up on a blind date tomorrow evening, and that should be more than enough to maturely tell him to throw anything he has of you away.

Or you could just let it stay a problem for tomorrow you. You’ve been able to treat Ethan like he’s nonexistent for this long, what’s a few more hours going to do?

Those few hours pass by like seconds: wake up, shower, work, then doom scroll until it’s time to get ready and meet your new secret beau. You know you’re looking for some guy going by Jake or Jack—one of the two—who you can see waiting by the entrance of the restaurant.

“Ah, you’re…” you snap your fingers. “Jac- ke?”

“Jacqui.”

“Exactly.”

He chuckles at your response and kisses the back of your hand before repeating back your answer. “Exactly.”

Granted nothing special really went on further in the date. Just small talk and fake promises to see each other again. Other than the ride home, of course, where he just rattled off about his car.

“I could never let my date uber back home. It’s just against my conscience.”

“Right.”

“… You ever been in Porsche before?”

“No.”

“Yeah, well, this baby right here is top tier…” then he rattles off about cool radiators, lightweight magnesium wheels, something something tear drop shape. “but I hate the attraction it gets, people are always touching the windows like that.”

Jacqui stretches out to point at the slight outline of a hand mark. The weather tonight must’ve had condensation and whatnot, leaving all those finger marks.

You say your goodbyes and do quick security checks before getting ready for bed. Hit the shower, cozy the bed, dim the lights, and (of course) click on his text.

1 message from (xxx) xxx-xxxx.

Video attachment

Delivered

You know how these go. You’re not stupid. You’ve been letting Ethan in and out of your life. Falling for the sex and physical connection, leaving due to the clinginess and isolation. Arguing about everything in between. He’s a good fuck, but far from a good boyfriend.

Somehow, you attracted someone a bit too dangerous for your liking. Acts all small and nonthreatening, yet somehow weird things keep happening since you met. Unassuming at the first meet, but so manipulative as time warms him to you. And despite all the promises to stay away, you know for a fact that fingerprints from outside touch shouldn’t be that easy to wipe off from the inside.

And, to be frank, it isn’t like he’s gonna stop if you don’t watch.

The start of the video is just black for some seconds. Low mutters before the camera pans out onto Ethan’s abs and suddenly you’re front row at “Ethan’s tug and pull!”

He’s got his phone propped up, showing the side view of him wearing your sweater looped into itself. Then on his lower half, your comfy panties make their special appearance draped over his dick. Should’ve realized you never lost those panties. You also shouldn’t continue watching this, rubbing your thighs to this.

He’s rubbing his tip like it hurts, soft red and slightly swollen in a raw type of way. He can’t even help that he’s bucking his hips at the lightest grazes. Fuck, you’re wet.

“You looked good tonight…” Was he watching you during your date? Like before? “I really missed seeing that dress of yours, y’know?”

“Honestly, I missed seeing it on the floor more. But y’know which one I really missed? That little black number of yours…” You know the exact dress he’s referring to. A low cut dress that provides easy access for all his fondling. Backless too, for the same reasons you can imagine.

Ethan isn’t the type to hide or fake his whines; his pitchy, desperate whines. The type to cry during sex, even though he’s the one bullying you into a mating press. And he’s hitting all of those marks perfectly.

“Ah, fuck, ‘m sorry,” you don’t need the camera to capture what you already remember from all your times before; the wet lashes, dazed expression, puffy lips, cheeks perfectly blushed. You can only imagine how you look, being all desperate and needy. He’s got some mind losing control over you.

You grind down on your pillow, stimulating yourself further as you feel yourself squeeze over and over on air.

“I’m trying to hold out, I really am…” Ethan’s sniffling, clearly crying. You hate that you have an almost Pavlovian response to it. The urge to fuck him is beyond you now. “But it’s been forever since we last fucked… Since I last fucked.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you… And your throat, fuck, and my birthday present last year…” Oh my god, your crazy ex is still reminiscing over you letting him fuck your throat. It irks you even more that you’re getting off on it too.

You’re gonna kill him. You swear by it. Right after you fuck him, of course.

He begins stroking faster and faster, in an almost insane manner. Shame couldn’t keep up with him, his moans spilling into choked up cries and breathless pleads. “Please, please, please, baby.”

fuck, fuck, fuck!

The speed in which you circle your clit matches his insanity. Your wetness drenches your panties, pillow, finger, everything in your vicinity. The spasms come in waves, constantly tightening around nothing, and you almost believe your pussy’s telling you to hit him up.

You shouldn’t though.

You wouldn’t.

You can’t.

pull up.

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banging on your window begging for more jimmy olsen x reader 😭🙏🙏🙏

MDNI 18+ bonus content! to this link

pairing: Jimmy Olsen x Reader (x Clark, perchance?)

cw: voyuerism(?), exhibitionalism(?), Clark's POV, slight ooc!Clark, phone sex, oral (m!receiving)

a/n: i couldn’t tell if people were able to read this bonus content since i posted it as a reblog, but… here’s some freaky deaky shit

Clark calling his best friend up because he can't access a file that Jimmy sent. Clark is a staunch believer in not letting work interfere with one's weekends, but he picked up an extra shift and none of the weekend workers can help him with his problem.

He's glad to hear the other end of the line connect and is already spewing his apologies before diving into the problem at hand. Clark's all "it's saying the files you sent aren't supported" and "it might be better if i can just grab it from your computer." Jimmy's all "yeah" and "mhm" and "fuck, yeah, that sounds good, Clark..."

"... are you okay Jimmy?"

"Hm? Yeah, yeah, I-!" Clark can clearly hear something straining his friend. "I'm fine, I swear."

Clearly, something's going on at Jimmy's end. If he can zero in on the sounds, maybe, he'll be able to get a sense of whether or not his friend is in trouble. Heavy breathing, as if he's under stress of some sort. Choked up words, like there's someone else on him. What could possibly be going on?

"You sure? If there's anything going-" and just like that, it's clicking in place for the hero. The low groaning, the soft sounds in the background, the- oh dear...

"Yeah, yeah, nothing's wrong, let's just..." Jimmy's releasing a deep guttural sigh, and it's suddenly the most awkward thing in the world. If Clark can just hurry things along and end the call soon, and-

Dear goodness, if only he didn't have his heightened senses at the moment.

Clark knows. He swears he wishes he didn't. But, he knows you're on your knees; he recognizes the creaking sounds. He knows you're bobbing your head, and he wishes he wasn't envisioning that choked face you're making right now. Or the fact that he knows you're teasing him with how he's shushing your giggles.

"Um, phew-look, the password is 10987." You're moving your hand up and down.

"The raw images should be-fuck," you kiss really loud, must be playing with his tip or something. "It should be in the file saved as #411."

"If- If it asks for any more passwords, I use the company code for all of them." You're still toying with him? Edging him during a phone call?

"Clark?"

"Hm?!"

"I'm hanging up..."

"Yeah! Yeah-" and the line is disconnected. And he's hard.

If he can just quietly make it to the restroom, maybe he can-

"Finally hit puberty, Kent?"

"Shut up, Steve!"

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Genie comeback.. I prayed for times like these

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deadass your jimmy olsen smut had my kicking my feet. if you have any other blurbs, please feed me :(

Please, I was also searching for Jimmy Olsen smut ✋🙂‍↕️ hoping someone’s inspired enough to feed the masses with me

(+ I might be dabbling in David!Clark Kent as well)

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but, you still lick the wrapper ft. jimmy olsen

MDNI 18+

pairings: Jimmy Olsen x Reader

cw: overstimulation, oral (f! receiving), fingering, dom!jimmy, explicit language, slightly ooc!jimmy

a/n: hey… hey… how y’all doing… also, I see the requests and everything, just slowly working on it, I swear! title inspired by doja cat’s “candy”

When you really think back on your best friend’s words, you come to a realization that maybe Lois is an investigative journalist for a reason. You’re very grateful that she is, because god knows what you could’ve missed out on.

“mmm- MHM!” JIMMY OLSEN’s lips must be all puffy and red from how long he’s been buried in between your legs. It seems he’s trying to make up for his lack of noise by channeling it through you.

As Jimmy is smothering himself in you, you too, are smothering yourself with a pillow. God forbid you wake up to your landlord issuing a noise complaint for “all tenants.”

Jimmy wants to tell you to move the pillow off your face. He can’t help that he’s a little irritated. You’re muffling and hiding yourself when the whole point of him working you tirelessly is to watch your reactions. Call him selfish all you want, but watching you has always been his favorite part of getting intimate. Though, with how occupied his tongue is, he figures the next best (nonverbal) response may simply be to pull you closer to him. Y’know? Truly give you a reason to scream.

“Oh my god!” Ta-da! Jimmy wins. The pillow has gone out of reach, your fingers now tangling within his locks.

You come to find out that it’s useless to fight against his tight grip. A much better idea to vocalize your thoughts. “F-fuck me!”

An interruption erupts from him, a short lived reprieve of Jimmy chuckling into you before he’s senselessly attacking you again—nose stimulating your bud, tongue massaging deep into you—and in the haze of everything, you can’t seem to make out why he’s laughing.

Then you feel yourself squeezing around his fingers.

“mhm! Please, Jimmy, I can’t!”

“Just this, okay?” You can’t help but nod at his words. You’re already too focused on fighting the tears forming.

He’s pumping in and out, stretching you every now and then. The overstimulation is more than you can bear. He’s so mean, still lapping at your cunt and shaking his head for further stimulation.

All that can be heard coming out of your mouth are vowels, particularly oh, uh, and ah! You’d never taken Jimmy to be such a bully. Blame it on his initial nonchalance, but you never even thought he liked you back until you confessed. Now, there isn’t a single day where you aren’t getting praised.

He’s being so cruel with you right now. He keeps hitting that soft spot inside of you, and you can’t believe it. You know if you look down, you’ll be met with his soft brown puppy dog eyes. The same guy who loves taking off your coat for you, who shows love to every fiber of your being, equally loves to edge and overstimulate you at any chance.

Jimmy’s eyes are lowered in the way that only sex is able to do. His lips are turned into that raw cherry shade and he’s sporting a dopey grin. Before you know it, you feel the knot inside you start to unravel.

“Mhm, I’m so close…” you’re stuttering out along with your hips. He kisses the inside of your thighs, forcing you to ride his palm for the very last measures.

“Ride it out, lovely,” his words spoken like instructions. “Ride it out.”

You feel the final spasms around his fingers, and you don’t even realize you’re mumbling expletives until Jimmy is on you, gently kissing at your dried tears and basking in your heat. A short make-out ensues before he grabs a towel and begins cleaning the aftermath of it all.

Your best view is probably when you’re laid back, watching him do all the messy work for you. Him and his messy hair, and his glossy lips, and his toned arms, and that wet spot leaking through… wet?

“Uh… you good, babe?”

“Hm?”

You can’t help but chuckle as he follows your gaze. “You’re sporting a little something…”

You’ve enough strength in you to lightly tease him with your foot.

“Oh…” your boyfriend just palms himself lightly. “It’s fine, we still have until morning.”

“Whatever you say- wait, hmm?” Did he say until morning…? Until morning?

“What?” He’s already unfastened his pants. “Don’t tell me you have plans this weekend.”

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giving Jimmy diabolical head >>>> everything else in the world

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but, you still lick the wrapper ft. jimmy olsen

MDNI 18+

pairings: Jimmy Olsen x Reader

cw: overstimulation, oral (f! receiving), fingering, dom!jimmy, explicit language, slightly ooc!jimmy

a/n: hey… hey… how y’all doing… also, I see the requests and everything, just slowly working on it, I swear! title inspired by doja cat’s “candy”

When you really think back on your best friend’s words, you come to a realization that maybe Lois is an investigative journalist for a reason. You’re very grateful that she is, because god knows what you could’ve missed out on.

“mmm- MHM!” JIMMY OLSEN’s lips must be all puffy and red from how long he’s been buried in between your legs. It seems he’s trying to make up for his lack of noise by channeling it through you.

As Jimmy is smothering himself in you, you too, are smothering yourself with a pillow. God forbid you wake up to your landlord issuing a noise complaint for “all tenants.”

Jimmy wants to tell you to move the pillow off your face. He can’t help that he’s a little irritated. You’re muffling and hiding yourself when the whole point of him working you tirelessly is to watch your reactions. Call him selfish all you want, but watching you has always been his favorite part of getting intimate. Though, with how occupied his tongue is, he figures the next best (nonverbal) response may simply be to pull you closer to him. Y’know? Truly give you a reason to scream.

“Oh my god!” Ta-da! Jimmy wins. The pillow has gone out of reach, your fingers now tangling within his locks.

You come to find out that it’s useless to fight against his tight grip. A much better idea to vocalize your thoughts. “F-fuck me!”

An interruption erupts from him, a short lived reprieve of Jimmy chuckling into you before he’s senselessly attacking you again—nose stimulating your bud, tongue massaging deep into you—and in the haze of everything, you can’t seem to make out why he’s laughing.

Then you feel yourself squeezing around his fingers.

“mhm! Please, Jimmy, I can’t!”

“Just this, okay?” You can’t help but nod at his words. You’re already too focused on fighting the tears forming.

He’s pumping in and out, stretching you every now and then. The overstimulation is more than you can bear. He’s so mean, still lapping at your cunt and shaking his head for further stimulation.

All that can be heard coming out of your mouth are vowels, particularly oh, uh, and ah! You’d never taken Jimmy to be such a bully. Blame it on his initial nonchalance, but you never even thought he liked you back until you confessed. Now, there isn’t a single day where you aren’t getting praised.

He’s being so cruel with you right now. He keeps hitting that soft spot inside of you, and you can’t believe it. You know if you look down, you’ll be met with his soft brown puppy dog eyes. The same guy who loves taking off your coat for you, who shows love to every fiber of your being, equally loves to edge and overstimulate you at any chance.

Jimmy’s eyes are lowered in the way that only sex is able to do. His lips are turned into that raw cherry shade and he’s sporting a dopey grin. Before you know it, you feel the knot inside you start to unravel.

“Mhm, I’m so close…” you’re stuttering out along with your hips. He kisses the inside of your thighs, forcing you to ride his palm for the very last measures.

“Ride it out, lovely,” his words spoken like instructions. “Ride it out.”

You feel the final spasms around his fingers, and you don’t even realize you’re mumbling expletives until Jimmy is on you, gently kissing at your dried tears and basking in your heat. A short make-out ensues before he grabs a towel and begins cleaning the aftermath of it all.

Your best view is probably when you’re laid back, watching him do all the messy work for you. Him and his messy hair, and his glossy lips, and his toned arms, and that wet spot leaking through… wet?

“Uh… you good, babe?”

“Hm?”

You can’t help but chuckle as he follows your gaze. “You’re sporting a little something…”

You’ve enough strength in you to lightly tease him with your foot.

“Oh…” your boyfriend just palms himself lightly. “It’s fine, we still have until morning.”

“Whatever you say- wait, hmm?” Did he say until morning…? Until morning?

“What?” He’s already unfastened his pants. “Don’t tell me you have plans this weekend.”

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me showing up at jimmy olsen’s doorstep begging him to let me sit on his face

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I see the prompts btw, just taking some time to work on other things! drew something for the meanwhile, but I’m new to this so ntm on my skills.

Reference from this pinterest link.

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can you write gideon gemstone smut and fluff🙏😔 (it’s so dry out here for trg)

Omggg, instead of doing my hw, I’m literally writing a full fic 😭 literally haven’t forgotten about him! Ughh, I might be able to get the first chapter out by the end of this week but no promises… don’t forget me!!!

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“I NEED THAT COOKIE!” drabbles masterlist

DC UNIVERSE

EDWARD NASHTON/NYGMA

jealous!nashton x gn!reader

WHITE LOTUS

SAXON RATLIFF

saxon has something to prove (x fem!reader)

saxon x fem!work rival

teasing you too much (x fem!reader)

you occupy his very mind (x fem!reader)

THE RIGHTEOUS GEMSTONES

GIDEON GEMSTONE

important lessons in the bedroom (x gn!reader)

peeping!gideon x fem!reader

MISCELLANEOUS

MAX JÄGERMAN (npmd)

sweet revenge from your fav (x fem!reader)

ETHAN LANDRY (scream IV)

voicemail from your fav ex (x fem!reader) coming soon!

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okay okay but hear me out right. slow soft sex with saxon who gets super freaked out because he was trying to do his usual thing and then it got real vulnerable all of a sudden and he doesn’t know how to feel about it after….BUT he knows it got vulnerable because he actually felt safe with her and blah blah blah or whatever. i think about him. that man needs to be fucked real gentle and lovingly or something.

anon, I like the way your mind works… I’ve added some plot to this though so bear with me in the first half…

let me be in your life like that ft. Saxon Ratliff

MDNI 18+

cw: obsessive(?) Saxon, established relationship, fluff, p in v (unprotected), mentions of oral (f! receiving), mentions of cheating (not followed through)

a/n: not beta read, too tired, but finished this because I’m on a roll, will reblog when I re-read this again.

Not that SAXON RATLIFF ever thought of himself as the loyal kind, but he’s just been so uninterested in any girl other than you. Well, any one other than you. Understand that he would never admit that he’s a shit boyfriend; in every relationship before this, there was always a point where he’d wake up to realize how little he cared for his current partner. There was a whole twitter “exposé” at one point from one of the sorority girls he dated. Something about how much of a douchebag he was and that “he’s the equivalent to a community bike.” So with that in mind, he can’t help but be confused about his current predicament.

He’s away from you, on some business trip in the Outer Banks to close up a deal with some investors. Really, it’s more like a vacation; hot girls in the most scantily clad bikinis, (other) out of touch nepo babies on their week long vacation trip, and all the great restaurants, of course.

But get this, he can’t get his dick up. Like at all. Every time, he would bring someone back to his room, and bam! He’s got whiskey dick. Not that he could even fall back on that. Half of the time, he wasn’t even drunk. He’s never had this problem before. Rather, the opposite. Always needing another warm body. Always needing someone new. Which is why it’s such a perplexing experience to come to terms that he’s being haunted by you. From his wet dreams to any time he’s getting hard, it’s always about you, you, you.

So, maybe he needs to fuck you out of his system. Have his way with you on his bed, in the bathroom, in his car. And when that doesn’t work out, he figures he needs to go to your place; smell your sheets when he has you pressed into him, use your shampoo when he’s got you in the shower, eat you out as breakfast on your kitchen counter. Just anything to work you out of his head.

He thinks it’s finally working. He’s over at your place again, nose buried in your hair to smell that fresh shampoo as your legs dangle over his shoulders. Y’know, to really ram into your cervix. He swears he’s starting to feel that same sort of boredom he’s gotten with all his past relationships. Suppose that after today, he’ll be done with you and onto the next.

But, he makes a mistake. He kisses you. And it doesn’t feel like those “heat-of-the-moment” kisses. Matter of fact, it’s something much too foreign to him. Your nose is bumping his, and your lips are entirely too soft. How is it that the way he’s fucking you is so savage, but every touch of you makes him confront those weird butterflies in his stomach? How has he never noticed how you scrunch your nose? That you laugh with your whole chest? Or how your smile lines enrich your expression?

“Saxon?” You’ve got lilt to your voice that he can’t bring himself to snap out of. “You good?”

Somehow, you don’t even realize what you’re doing with your eyes.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me, do you?”

“What are you talking about, you weirdo?” God, how is it that even your giggle is infectious?

He rolls his hips slowly, almost experimentally. He catches how you gasp a bit at that, rolling once more at a much slower pace.

“Please, babe, keep doing that.” Your legs are around his waist now, but he’s taking his time rocking back and forth, reveling at how your breath hitches when he circles your bud.

You’re kissing at his shoulders, hand massaging through his hair, and he doesn’t ever want to leave this moment. He whines at how you’re touching him. Soft, high moans that sort of catch you off guard. It makes you feel so good to know he’s enjoying himself though.

He’s kissing the nape of your neck, leaving deep hickeys in his wake. Then he’s at your lips again, gently. As if he’s scared he’s going to break you. As if all the time before he wasn’t going crazy on you.

“Ugh, I think I’m going to…” Saxon is rutting into you now, fingers still on your clit.

“Okay, fuck, don’t pull out…”

“huh?”

“Cum in me!”

Your legs are tied around him, and you’re so tight that Saxon couldn’t even pull out if he wanted to. He’s so deep in you that he wouldn’t even be surprised if you told him your Plan B didn’t work out. He figures he would cross that bridge when he gets there.

For now, he’d rather enjoy basking in the heat of the sunlight to cuddle you with.

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call out my name ft. Gideon Gemstone

MDNI 18+

pairing: Gideon Gemstone x Reader

cw: voyeurism, masturbation (from both), pwp, bbf!Gideon Gemstone, general loser behavior, references to religious figures, reader has an older brother, both characters are older than 18

a/n: it’s gonna be awhile before I finish with this guy ;p already have a fic idea with him,, let’s see how long it takes me to actually write it though. title from The Weeknd.

He’s being a pervert. GIDEON GEMSTONE is being a big pervert. He should be covering his eyes, or averting them, or- god, just anything other than watching your back as you drag yourself over your pillow. He recognizes that he’s being a creep, that if you opened your door fully, he wouldn’t be able to hide the reason why his pants are so tight.

And he’s trying. You don’t get it; he’s trying so hard to move his feet. But you’re making it so hard for him to turn away from your door; the soft whines that catch at your throat, your wetness slowly seeping through the cotton, the way your brows furrow like you need something stronger. Like you need him.

So understand that it makes perfect sense as to why he’s leaning against the door frame with his hands palming at his erection, when he should really be going to the bathroom like he told your brother.

It’s everything but his fault when he has his hands down his jeans, lightly stroking at his hard-on because who could ever resist watching the scene you’re putting on? Gray tee with matching undies, back arched with your hands splayed flat in front. God truly has favorites.

“-deon!” and Gideon is suddenly picking up on your words. Do you know he’s there? Are you saying his name?

“Mhm! Dion!” which he should’ve realized that you would be calling out for North Charleston’s perfect boytoy, Dion Woodward. Dion who talks more shit than he can handle. Dion whose horrible personality is made up for by his great (debatable) looks. Dion who, despite all his transgressions, actually had the balls to ask you out. But Gideon likes to combat this thought with the fact that his parents are nonbelievers, thus his chances with the Heavenly Father are shot.

Still, shame coils in his stomach over the fact that he thought you would even think about him. It doesn’t help that the guilt he feels around peeping on you only intensifies how he’s reacting, especially when he’s trying so hard to keep his breathing steady. Jesus is shaking his head in disappointment, and Gideon knows that.

“Uh, uh, please!” ugh, you’re whining too? He’s slouching against the nook of your bedroom wall for support, absolutely imagining you on top of him. With just his back supporting him, he’s got his head lowered a bit, eyes still trained on you. He can only fantasize about how tight you’d be around him, and how you’d bounce, and that if his hand feels this good when he thinks about you, then you have to be heaven. Sorry God.

“Please! Dion!” Gideon.

“Dion!” Gideon.

“Ugh! Gi-” deon… huh?

He shoots his head up a little too quick, banging himself against his only support. And like a doofus, he brings attention to himself. You’re quick to turn your head, and he’s sure you caught a glimpse of him shuffling out towards the main stairs.

Fuck, fuck, fuckkkkkkk…

“Dude, what the hell took you so long? We’re about to be late for the youth ministry!” Your brother’s grilling Gideon, but that’s the last thing on his mind. He’s already halfway down the stairs, belt buckled, and gunning for the front door.

Your brother reaches out his hand, stopping him any further before saying, “Your fly.”

“Oh, uh, thanks.”

“And why are your pants wet?”

“Just unlock the car!”

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okay okay but hear me out right. slow soft sex with saxon who gets super freaked out because he was trying to do his usual thing and then it got real vulnerable all of a sudden and he doesn’t know how to feel about it after….BUT he knows it got vulnerable because he actually felt safe with her and blah blah blah or whatever. i think about him. that man needs to be fucked real gentle and lovingly or something.

anon, I like the way your mind works… I’ve added some plot to this though so bear with me in the first half…

let me be in your life like that ft. Saxon Ratliff

MDNI 18+

cw: obsessive(?) Saxon, established relationship, fluff, p in v (unprotected), “babe” as a pet name, mentions of oral (f! receiving), mentions of cheating (not followed through)

a/n: re-read it and now I have to write rafe & him tag teaming or something... idk the things going on in my head are devious rn. Title inspired by Ariana Grande’s “west side”

Not that SAXON RATLIFF ever thought of himself as the loyal kind, but he’s just been so uninterested in any girl other than you. Well, any one other than you. Understand that he would never admit that he’s a shit boyfriend; in every relationship before this, there was always a point where he’d wake up to realize how little he cared for his current partner. There was a whole twitter “exposé” at one point from one of the sorority girls he dated. Something about how much of a douchebag he was and that “he’s the equivalent to a community bike.” So with that in mind, he can’t help but be confused about his current predicament.

He’s away from you, on some business trip in the Outer Banks to close up a deal with some investors. Really, it’s more like a vacation; hot girls in the most scantily clad bikinis, (other) out of touch nepo babies on their week long vacation trip, and all the great restaurants, of course.

But get this, he can’t get his dick up. Like at all. Every time, he would bring someone back to his room, and bam! He’s got whiskey dick. Not that he could even fall back on that. Half of the time, he wasn’t even drunk. He’s never had this problem before. Rather, the opposite. Always needing another warm body. Always needing someone new. Which is why it’s such a perplexing experience to come to terms that he’s being haunted by you. From his wet dreams to any time he’s getting hard, it’s always about you, you, you.

So, maybe he needs to fuck you out of his system. Have his way with you on his bed, in the bathroom, in his car. And when that doesn’t work out, he figures he needs to go to your place; smell your sheets when he has you pressed into him, use your shampoo when he’s got you in the shower, eat you out as breakfast on your kitchen counter. Just anything to work you out of his head.

He thinks it’s finally working. He’s over at your place again, nose buried in your hair to smell that fresh shampoo as your legs dangle over his shoulders. Y’know, to really ram into your cervix. He swears he’s starting to feel that same sort of boredom he’s gotten with all his past relationships. Suppose that after today, he’ll be done with you and onto the next.

But, he makes a mistake. He kisses you. And it doesn’t feel like those “heat-of-the-moment” kisses. Matter of fact, it’s something much too foreign to him. Your nose is bumping his, and your lips are entirely too soft. How is it that the way he’s fucking you is so savage, but every touch of you makes him confront those weird butterflies in his stomach? How has he never noticed how you scrunch your nose? That you laugh with your whole chest? Or how your smile lines enrich your expression?

“Saxon?” You’ve got lilt to your voice that he can’t bring himself to snap out of. “You good?”

Somehow, you don’t even realize what you’re doing with your eyes.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me, do you?”

“What are you talking about, you weirdo?” God, how is it that even your giggle is infectious?

He rolls his hips slowly, almost experimentally. He catches how you gasp a bit at that, rolling once more at a much slower pace.

“Please, babe, keep doing that.” Your legs are around his waist now, but he’s taking his time rocking back and forth, reveling at how your breath hitches when he circles your bud.

You’re kissing at his shoulders, hand massaging through his hair, and he doesn’t ever want to leave this moment. He whines at how you’re touching him. Soft, high moans that sort of catch you off guard. It makes you feel so good to know he’s enjoying himself though.

He’s kissing the nape of your neck, leaving deep hickeys in his wake. Then he’s at your lips again, gently. As if he’s scared he’s going to break you. As if all the time before he wasn’t going crazy on you.

“Ugh, I think I’m going to…” Saxon is rutting into you now, fingers still on your clit.

“Okay, fuck, don’t pull out…”

“huh?”

“Inside! Just cum inside!”

Your legs are tied around him, and you’re so tight that Saxon couldn’t even pull out if he wanted to. He’s so deep in you that he wouldn’t even be surprised if you told him your Plan B didn’t work out. He figures he would cross that bridge when he gets there.

For now, he’d rather enjoy basking in the heat of the sunlight to cuddle you with.

[genieswishes]

call out my name ft. Gideon Gemstone

MDNI 18+

pairing: Gideon Gemstone x Reader

cw: voyeurism, masturbation (from both), pwp, bbf!Gideon Gemstone, general loser behavior, references to religious figures, reader has an older brother, both characters are older than 18

a/n: it’s gonna be awhile before I finish with this guy ;p already have a fic idea with him,, let’s see how long it takes me to actually write it though. title from The Weeknd.

He’s being a pervert. GIDEON GEMSTONE is being a big pervert. He should be covering his eyes, or averting them, or- god, just anything other than watching your back as you drag yourself over your pillow. He recognizes that he’s being a creep, that if you opened your door fully, he wouldn’t be able to hide the reason why his pants are so tight.

And he’s trying. You don’t get it; he’s trying so hard to move his feet. But you’re making it so hard for him to turn away from your door; the soft whines that catch at your throat, your wetness slowly seeping through the cotton, the way your brows furrow like you need something stronger. Like you need him.

So understand that it makes perfect sense as to why he’s leaning against the door frame with his hands palming at his erection, when he should really be going to the bathroom like he told your brother.

It’s everything but his fault when he has his hands down his jeans, lightly stroking at his hard-on because who could ever resist watching the scene you’re putting on? Gray tee with matching undies, back arched with your hands splayed flat in front. God truly has favorites.

“-deon!” and Gideon is suddenly picking up on your words. Do you know he’s there? Are you saying his name?

“Mhm! Dion!” which he should’ve realized that you would be calling out for North Charleston’s perfect boytoy, Dion Woodward. Dion who talks more shit than he can handle. Dion whose horrible personality is made up for by his great (debatable) looks. Dion who, despite all his transgressions, actually had the balls to ask you out. But Gideon likes to combat this thought with the fact that his parents are nonbelievers, thus his chances with the Heavenly Father are shot.

Still, shame coils in his stomach over the fact that he thought you would even think about him. It doesn’t help that the guilt he feels around peeping on you only intensifies how he’s reacting, especially when he’s trying so hard to keep his breathing steady. Jesus is shaking his head in disappointment, and Gideon knows that.

“Uh, uh, please!” ugh, you’re whining too? He’s slouching against the nook of your bedroom wall for support, absolutely imagining you on top of him. With just his back supporting him, he’s got his head lowered a bit, eyes still trained on you. He can only fantasize about how tight you’d be around him, and how you’d bounce, and that if his hand feels this good when he thinks about you, then you have to be heaven. Sorry God.

“Please! Dion!” Gideon.

“Dion!” Gideon.

“Ugh! Gi-” deon… huh?

He shoots his head up a little too quick, banging himself against his only support. And like a doofus, he brings attention to himself. You’re quick to turn your head, and he’s sure you caught a glimpse of him shuffling out towards the main stairs.

Fuck, fuck, fuckkkkkkk…

“Dude, what the hell took you so long? We’re about to be late for the youth ministry!” Your brother’s grilling Gideon, but that’s the last thing on his mind. He’s already halfway down the stairs, belt buckled, and gunning for the front door.

Your brother reaches out his hand, stopping him any further before saying, “Your fly.”

“Oh, uh, thanks.”

“And why are your pants wet?”

“Just unlock the car!”

[genieswishes]

gotcha workin’ for it ft. Saxon Ratliff

MDNI 18+

pairing: Saxon Ratliff x Reader

cw: p in v (unprotected), pwp, mentions of breeding kink (no follow through), teasing, “baby” as a pet name, established relationship, random pop culture reference

a/n: this was supposed to be a Saxon and locker room talk, but the more I wrote, the more it divulged from its original plot… maybe I’ll revisit that idea when I can write a clear enough story for it.

“You’re always so whiny and pitchy.” SAXON RATLIFF mutters in your ear. He goes on to mimic your moans, exaggerating the way your breaths are stuttered. You punch at him hard to get him to shut up.

“What?” He grins at your response, taking advantage of the wide mirror in front of you two, lifting your chin so that you’re forced to face yourself. “Look, you’re literally heaving!”

He has your back arched enough that you can see how your chest is moving to his rhythm. Your hands are placed on his bed post as he’s got your hair in one hand and your chin in the other. He’s got his hips pummeling into you, his own body arching over yours so that he can rest his chin on your shoulder.

“You’re like…” He’s chuckling a bit. “Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh!”

Your words were about to form a snarky comeback when he hits a particular thrust that makes you choke on your spit a little.

“Hey,” This asshole has the audacity to snicker at you. “Breathe, baby, breathe.”

Thank god you don’t go into a coughing fit. But you also curse whatever reverence is out there as your boyfriend leans back and straightens himself, stopping when you’re so close to your climax.

“You’ll need air if you’re gonna be moving, right?” His voice raising an inflection towards the end of the question.

“Huh?” And your voice does come out quite pitchy.

“Well, I’m not doing all the work,” He slaps your ass. Hard. “So, come on, back and forth.”

“God, you’re seriously a grade A asshole.” Yet you find your hips are already slapping back to him, your back arching to his pelvis.

His hands find themselves steady on your waist, only there to hold on to some stability and guide you to some sort of pace. Soon, your bedroom is filled with nothing but your wet squelching and a speed comparable to that of Ariana Grande when it comes to switching races.

“Uhh, fuck,” Saxon has long abandoned his motive to stay still, rocking into you as he palms your tits and enjoys how your ass bounces back on him. “Fuck, fuck, you feel real good...”

You’re so close, and you know he is to with how he twitches inside of you. You got him whispering into your shoulder, your name repeated like a prayer.

He’s calling you pet names in between his moans. “Let me cum inside…”

In usual Saxon fashion, he’s not asking with a “please” or a “can I…?” but masking his demand to sound like a request.

“Nooo,” You’re telling him unconvincingly. “Pull out…”

“What? You scared I’m gonna baby trap you?” He’s got a lilt in his voice, still teasing you when you’re both so close to finishing.

“Yes, don’t fuck around!”

“Yeah, maybe I will…” Saxon’s got his arm snaked around your waist now, thrumming into you all harsh. “Have a tiny me go running around…”

You’re yelling “Saxon!” but he feels you clench him at that notion.

“Yeah, and you’re probably gonna be calling for me just like that too.” His fingers are working magic on your clit, circling your bud in quick motions. “You know me… I’m a family man.” And boy, is he.

You can’t even respond, too focused on finding your end of the bargain. Your boyfriend is also stuttering in his movements, rutting faster to get to his arrival.

You reach your release before him, Saxon cumming right after and painting your back in white.

He falls on top of you, warm to the touch. You bask in the comfortable silence, deciding to ignore the mess that’s gonna need to be cleaned. Better to enjoy this quiet before Saxon catches his breath, right?