[ghostsfae]

‧˚꒰ 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ put some faith in me . . . ☆ ──꒰ 𝟗𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 ꒱ ❞ ‧₊˚

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[ghostsfae]

today i had a dream, i think it’d make a great story! It’s very simple but hot.. my car broke down and guess what, i went to the mechanic, he was all sexy, buff and tall. it was just a flat tire so he insisted on me not paying but i felt bad so i gave him a kiss at least..oh yeah and then we fucked

please i wanna have a dream like that too i'm so envious 💔 also, when i wrote this i had könig's build in mind. and i kind of changed your dream up a little while writing this. only a tiny bit tho :)

imagine going to the mechanic to fix a flat tire only to be fucked dumb by him~

you had expected anything but your tire going flat during your ride home from work. the sun was low in the sky, painting everything in a golden hue, as you called a tow truck service to help you tow it towards the nearest mechanic.

and when you got there... you almost forgot how to act normal when you saw the mechanic. he was buff, meaty arms and muscles everywhere. he towered over you as he asked what had happened, and also if you were alright.

what a sweetheart, you thought.

but those hands... fuck. you could think of many things those hands could be doing other than fixing your car.

it didn't really take long before he approached you again, saying your tire was fixed, lips curling at the corners with the kind of smile that has you wanting to clench your thighs together to relieve the pressure building between them.

"um, how much is it?" you started to rummage through your bag but the mechanic spoke before you could fish out your wallet.

"it's fine, really. it was just a flat tire." he shifted, changing his stance ever so slightly, and you had to look up to see his face due to the height difference.

you hesitated, torn between saying thank you and leaving or giving him a tip at least. but somehow your brain decided a kiss was the perfect thing to do. "can i at least... kiss you? like as payment?"

he blinked, surprised at first. but then he nodded slowly, and you became the surprised one, not having expected him to actually agree.

the kiss was sweet and soft, him bending down slightly so it'd be easier for you to kiss him, one strong arm wrapped around your waist to keep you flush against his body.

well... that was like an hour or so ago. right now? you're in the back of his shop, legs thrown over his broad shoulders, knees almost touching your own shoulders, as he plows into you.

given his height and build, you had expected him to be big. but you definitely didn't expect him to be huge. his thick, veiny meat is hitting spots you didn't even know existed. no man has ever been this deep inside you before.

your hands clutch desperately at his biceps, feeling overwhelmed by his size and the sheer force of his thrusts. it feels good. too good. good enough to make your mind blank and eyes roll back, toes curling and nails digging into his skin.

he knows you feel utterly helpless beneath him, fucked so good you can't even keep your mouth closed. and as the gentleman he is, he leans closer until his lips brush against your ear.

"shh, i got you, sweetheart. you're doing so good... just hold onto me, alright? thaat's right, baby, keep moaning for me. such pretty sounds..." he coos so sweetly in your ear, voice all deep and breathless, even though his hips are slapping against your thighs with loud plops.

you don't even know how many times you've orgasmed. just going dumb on his cock as his meaty arms cage you in, almost folding your body in half.

by the time he's done with you, you're a mess of spasms and shudders, warm cum painting your stomach white. you're overwhelmed but in the best way possible. your body is still buzzing with pleasure, pussy almost reluctant to let go of him when he pulls out with a hiss.

he's thoroughly pleased with the payment. and you're for sure coming back for regular check-ups... on your car of course.

[ghostsfae]

Pls write more nerdy guy fics…..PLS PLS PLS

Ur writing is amazing and so delicious 😭❤️❤️

yes, i will :) thank you so much!!

[ghostsfae]

imagine giving the nerd a chance—only for him to have an apadravya piercing and a huge dick.

your new boyfriend is a nerd, like, the kind that has their nose buried in books and talks about their interests with such enthusiasm arousal pools in your panties.

he's the one who asked you out—or tried to, but did it so clumsily and pathetically that he succeeded. he didn't believe his ears at first though, wide eyed as you told him you'd date him.

"really?" he blinked.

"really." you chuckled.

and that's about it. that's how he became your boyfriend; your sweet, nerdy boyfriend.

but whenever sex comes into the conversation (because you're a freak) he'd look flustered and change the topic almost immediately.

it was cute at first, for sure, but it quickly turned old. it's not like you want to force him into having sex with you but nothing but brief kisses here and there for almost 3 months was taking it too far.

so you sat him down one day and told him about how horny you were and how much you wanted him—and surprisingly, he agreed...

but what you didn't expect was the barbell going straight through the head of his dick, two silver beads glinting against his sensitive skin. his dick looked intimidating, long and thick, veins bulging and pulsing.

shit... that thing is going in you???

you could only watch—heart pounding in your chest, pussy clenching and unclenching around nothing in anticipation—as he grips the base of his hefty length and slides it across your drenched folds, making your breath catch.

his glasses are haphazardly thrown on the nightstand, his floor a mess of your and his clothes. the room is dimly lit with just the soft glow of his bedside lamp.

you're starting to wonder if you misjudged him.

he's not the shy, nerdy guy you think he is. is he?

you let out a sound between a moan and a gasp when he finally pushes inside, slowly—almost deliberately—as if he knows exactly how mind-blowing it'd feel.

"fu-fuck--" you whine, hands gripping the sheets. "go... go slow-" you can barely finish your sentence before a soft moan interrupts it.

"yeah? but i'm already going so slow, sweetheart." he hums, a small smirk tugging at his lips, looking awfully smug for someone who used to blush and stammer at the mere mention of sex just days prior.

"you-" a choked sound leaves you when he pulls back and slams back in, his piercing dragging across your walls, making your whole body jolt with pleasure so great your vision spots.

"right here? feels good doesn't it?" you swear you can see his smirk widening as he begins to hammer into your sweet spot, watching you grow mindless from his thick meat and jewelry.

[ghostsfae]

imagine having a roommate who's hot but a total pervert.

you like the guy, he's hands down one of the best looking men you've seen in your life. and he's a great guy as well, like, he'd probably be the best boyfriend ever.

but there's just one flaw to him; he's a pervert.

and we're not talking about being dirty minded with an equally dirty mouth—which he has—but we're talking about the type of pervert that'd sniff your panties all while fisting his cock.

he's the type of pervert who'd edge himself on your bed, your panties wrapped around his thick shaft, his tip leaking precum, knowing you'll come home soon.

he's the type of pervert who'd watch you shower, masturbate, change, and palm himself through his pants.

and still, you don't move out or confront him about it.

instead, you leave the bathroom door open when you shower and purposely change with your bedroom door open.

maybe one day he'll man up and fuck you ╮⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠╭

[ghostsfae]

imagine dating a guy with a crazy duality.

in public and in private, he's always listening to you and overall being at your beck and call. he's the type of guy who's not afraid to show vulnerability.

and sometimes, he'd hear other men whispering about his alleged "pussy behavior", gossiping like a bunch of old ladies with nothing to do. he's never bothered by it—because as long as he's making you happy who cares about what others say.

back at home, he makes sure to pamper you with whatever you want. cheesy rom-coms? sure. food? he'll make it. bath? with extra bubbles. and by the time you're both in bed and making out slowly, the lights dim and mood set—that's when he slowly takes control.

he'd manhandle you into the position he wants, keeping your body under his as he rams his thick, veiny cock into your sopping wet pussy over and over again.

you're so wet that your pussy's making lewd squelching noises, sucking him in oh-so-greedily. the feeling of your warm and tight walls squeezing around him like it doesn't want him out makes him fuck you even harder.

by the time he's done with you, you're trembling on the bed, barely able to catch your breath, chest heaving and expression dazed. you're completely ruined and utterly his.

he makes sure you're comfortable when you settle in for the night, having helped you clean up the mess. his strong arms wrap loosely around you, gentle now despite how he is in bed.

oh, and he's soft by nature so imagine him whispering sweet nothings while he's destroying you in mating press :)