what should i believe?

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I just wanna say ur writing is literally amazing!!! R u taking any requests?? If so I definitely have an idea! 💕💕💕

thank you very much! it means a lot to me! <3

i’ve never thought about requests, actually, and i don’t know how much time it will take… but you can suggest your idea and i’ll see what i can write!

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tate comforts you by resting your head on his lap, which feels unwonted, because that's how you usually comfort him. you feel the soft fabric of jeans and the native smell, allowing yourself to surrender to the sensations when he puts his hand into your hair, gently and carefully caressing through the strands. you sob and try to come to your senses after another quarrel with parents. you know that he will be with you, despite his difficult nature and changeability. he will never leave you unless you ask him to. but you don't ask. because you are with each other for ever.

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Warren Lipka x Fem!Reader (smut)

summary: warren returns from his assignment with books theft, experiencing a huge amount of emotions, mostly panic and anxiety. you try to support your boyfriend

warnings: dry humping, joint smoking, vaginal sex, curse words, not proofread, sad spencer

word count: 1587

“God, it’s all gone!” Warren bursts loudly into the room, slamming his door. In surprise, you bounce on the bed, turning around at the sound. You was at your boyfriend's house, insisting that you cheer him up after the operation, or at least not let him go crazy on his own, how he could, smoking on daily basis. “What's happened? Is everything okay?” you put the magazine aside, watching him walk around the room in circles, almost tearing out his curls.

“It's not fucking okay! We screwed up!” he screams hysterically. You grab his sleeve, causing him to fall next to you on bed. It sags under his weight, he sits next to you and you moves to his knee, saddling it and cupping his face with hands, frowning.

“Warren, I'm sure everything will be fine. Did you manage to steal at least anything?” you stroke his cheeks with your thumbs, trying to calm him down.

“Yes, three books, but we couldn’t take away what we came for!” he started to get nervous again and raised his voice, his dark eyes were widened with anxiety and you could see drops of sweat on his temples. And you didn’t like it, because the only thing he should have sweat on his face after is after sex. Or the gym. But not from a panic attack.

You put your forehead against Warren’s, who became silent and wearily closed his eyes, rubbing his face a little against yours when you again tried to come him to senses. “This is already good. You was preparing for this for so long and did what you could do. For your first time, I’m surprised that you could even make your way home,” you laughed at the end of the sentence, to which Warren snorted, rolling his eyes and trying to hide his smile.

“Well, my Forest Gump, you are tense, should I relax you?” you narrowed your eyes and smirked, looking first at Warren eyes, then at his lips. He leaned towards you, touching yours in a needy kiss and grabbed your waist with his hands, to which you closed your eyes and buried your hands in his hair on the nape, pulling them a little. Warren growled softly and squeezed his fingers on you and you felt how his erection under material of jeans twitched.

Suddenly an idea came to your mind and you moved away from Warren and reached into his old backpack near the bed.

“Hey, y/n?..” he whimpered and clung to your hand, pulled his face in pain, and you brought the joint to him and set it’s edge on fire.

“Oh, okay,” you both smiled and inhaled the smoke in turn, gradually feeling how bliss fills you. You put the joint back on the table, again straddling his hips, continuing to run your tongue over his, deepening kiss. You started to move your body back and forth, riding over the mounting bulge under the clothes, feeling a rush of heat in the lower body, which began to spread from the touch of the clit to the rough tissue.

“Fuck,” Warren groaned, running one hand under your T-shirt and lifting it up, lightly squeezing your breast. He found a nipple and kitty licked it, which made you moaning harder, snuggling closer to him. With his other hand, he squeezed your thigh, closer to the pretty ass cheek, slipping under your thin shorts and guiding your movements. You loved to rub through clothes, you couldn't understand what gave you so much pleasure, but as long as you were with Warren, everything suited you and you didn't need to know the answers. You tilted your head back, breathing fast and biting your lower lip as Warren pulled away from your chest with pop sound and moving to your neck, leaving hickeys that will be seen in the future. You loved when Warren marked you, and he himself liked to leave bloody purple spots so that everyone could see that you had a good night with him, even if it seemed stupid to some of your friends. You liked the aesthetics of hickeys, even though you didn’t like when someone bites you painfully, but Warren mostly always tries to do it gently, but in such a way that the stain was visible on pale skin. And you are glad to have the same opinions on this case.

So glad also by the fact that you was approaching orgasm, while Warren moved his hand under your shorts further, touching your wet slit. “Fuck, y/n, you're so wet,” he hissed between your moans, picking up your juices with his fingers and driving one inside of you. He pushed his fingers in and out of your being until your face contorted in bliss and you held your breath. “Here it is,” Warren grinned, adding a second finger and hitting exactly on your favorite spot, not having pity on you at all. You were getting closer and closer on the way to orgasm, a knot in the lower abdomen was getting tighter, Warren’s fingers squished louder and louder, more and more lubrication stood out from you. You clung to his shoulders, desperately looking for his lips, and this kiss turned out to be chaotic, but passionate. “Warren… oh, fuck-, Warren, I–” his fingers moved faster, your hips began to tremble, but did not stop moving.

“Come on, baby, cum on my fingers,” encouraged Warren, watching you and helping you with all the excitement and admiration in his eyes, until that very knot was finally untied and you reached your peak. You let out a long moan, slowing down your movements and resting your head on the Warren’s shoulder, trying to come to your senses, while he pulled out his fingers with a squelching sound, again. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed that he raised his hand to his face. “Warren!" you cried out in embarrassment when you saw that he was licking your juices from his fingers, giggling playfully and smiling. You lightly push him in the chest, to which he recoiled a little, but turned you onto your back, being on top and hanging over you. He helped you pull off your shirt, then pulled off his things while you got rid of your shorts and underwear.

When Warren hung over you again, you ran your hands over his torso and shoulders. “Your body is incredible,” you whispered under your breath, and smiled as he grabbed one of your wrists, squinting slyly in response. “You only like me because of my body,” he kissed the outside of your palm without looking away from you, you laughed as you had a drag on the joint, passing it to him. “Well, I confess, that was one of the reasons,” he silently made a puff, twisting smoking in fingers and staring at you, not blinking. then he slowly approached you closer, raising his eyebrows in frisky surprise. You could feel his breath, the tips of your noses were practically touching, he teased, but didn’t kiss. “...but not the main one,” you added and he smiled again, showing his teeth and abruptly threw your legs up to his hips. He ran his hand along his boner a couple of times, adjusting himself near your slit and collecting your wetness. He looked into your eyes, asking if he could do want he wanted to – you nodded, and in the next moment you felt him, not only in deep down of soul, but also in body. At first you both stilled for a moment and then his movements became more confident and more insistent.

Warren buried his nose into the crook of your neck, putting his hands on both side of you, snarling in your ear with each thrust. You clung to his back and shoulders, out of touch with reality, feeling the euphoria of sex with Warren, spurred on by a recent joint. Your eyes were closed, you saw colored circles, and between the deep thrusts of Warren, you tried to breathe normally with your slightly opened mouth, from which constantly sounded moans. “Fuck, you, y/n… you, damn–… uh–… yeah–… you’re awesome,” Warren’s movements got sloppier and faster and you felt his fingers finding your throbbing clit. You squeezed the hair at the back of Warren’s head again, pulling hard as you felt your second euphoria. The walls of your pussy clenched, you constantly inhaled and exhaled catching the buzz, opening your eyes and rolling them up, uttering a long whimper, reaching orgasm for the second time that evening. It felt Warren, which after a couple of movements also poured into you, biting your neck near your shoulder, without pulling out his dick. You know that in the morning there will be a mark of his teeth too, but this does not cause you discomfort. You both tried to catch your breath, he slides off you, rolling onto his back, finally getting out of your body. “You know, I'm feeling better now,” Warren laughed softly, turning his head towards you. You shyly smiled in response. “You are always welcome,” you rested your head on his chest, he hugged your waist, covering both of you with a blanket and sighed with satisfaction.

In the morning, Warren’s phone rang, and it turned out to be Spencer, who had no one to calm him down yesterday the way you calmed down Warren and now it was your boyfriend’s turn to be peaceful and easy in this situation.

a/n: warren lipka in every fanfic including mine:

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Colin Zabel x Fem!Reader (smut)

summary: at your mutual colleague’s party you get close to colin and wonder how cute men can be, which is rarity for you

warnings: drunk main character, oral (f receiving), dry humping, first sex

word count: 1874

It's been a month since your impulsive act was still imprinted in your mind. One night, when the three of you together with Colin and Mare were detained by the boss at work to sort out documents, you weightlessly kissed Colin on the temple when everyone went home and left the office, and he, sitting, fell asleep in his own in the dim light of a small lamp, resting his head on crossed hands on the table. You were incredibly tired to stop yourself from gust of love, and besides, you didn’t do anything criminal. Just the most discreet kiss that should not have remained in Colin's memory, only in yours. But you had no idea that the detective was awake from the very beginning of your entry into the room and was aware of what you had done.

You tried not to attach importance to the changed glances of Colin, attributing it to the fact that it was just seemed to you and it was just your fantasies. When he stood next to you so that he respected your personal boundaries, but was already closer to your own body compared to the times before; when you felt more random gentle touches; when he did cute little things like bring your favorite coffee or casually leave your favorite sweets and candies on your working place; when you saw Colin even more often in your office, who almost began to live in it, but you still were convinced that it was your inflamed brain. Nothing more. Even when drunk Colin put his hand on yours and turned awkwardly at you, shifting his gaze from your eyes to lips with a soapy look and smiling stupidly, telling something. You did your best to listen to him and not pay attention to the skin, which burned from his touch. Today was a day off, but you still had to meet your colleagues at the birthday party of one of them, Jacob. And especially for this occasion, you put on your black tight dress, which sat on you just perfectly, but now it seemed that you were in a vice and grip. You missed the moment when Colin leaned in, scalded with hot breath mixed with alcohol. You froze, not knowing what to expect from him, and then you felt his soft lips covering yours. The kiss was slow, careful and sheepish, you tried each other, and you couldn’t believe that this was really happening. You pulled away from Colin first, widely open inquiring eyes.

“Colin...” he smiled sincerely, dimples appeared on his cheeks.

“Did you think you were the only one who could kiss without permission?” he asked coquettishly and awkwardly, watching your reaction.

You did not understand what it was leading to, and when you had recalled, you blushed, opening and closing your mouth like a cute little fish. You were ready to sink into the ground, you were ashamed to look into his eyes again, but were distracted from your thoughts by the same Colin, who couldn’t cope with his own drunken body and practically flew off the chair to the floor, but you managed to grab him at the last second.

“Are you okay?” you asked in shock, wondering how much had happened in such a short time.

Colin laughed and was mumbling something under his breath and you decided to escort him to one of the rooms to give him a chance to sober up a bit.

“Colin, honey, get up,” you pulled his hand and it took forever to collect his limbs into a single whole, at the same time embarrassed in good way by those bright open glances that the detective threw at you. With joint efforts, you reached the first empty room that came across, lit only by moonlight through the window curtains that were not closed, and you threw off the body of a man on the bed, who tried to help you and stay strong on his feet, but he managed to do it with difficulty.

“...with me,” came to you, but you couldn’t hear it clearly.

“Repeat, please?”

“I say… stay with me, y/n,” Colin didn’t let go of your hand and looked so real in that moment, so sweet and perfect that you had no choice but to agree. You sighed and lay down next to him on the bed. Your heart was beating like crazy, you've never felt like this before. You were drawn to Colin, both mentally and physically, but you tried not to think it was so important, confident that in the morning he will not remember anything.

“Y/n…” reached to you muffled from behind.

“Yes?”

“…Can I hug you?” you thought it was cute and you nodded, noting to yourself that even in a drunken state Colin remained gallant and such a gentleman.

You heard a rustle behind you and felt his arm draped over your waist and his breath around your neck. Goosebumps ran along your spine, and they only intensify when he asked the next question. “...Can I kiss you?..”

You hold your breath and agreed again – Colin left gently wet kisses on your neck, burying his nose in your hair. You closed your eyes as his hand began to caress your side and his lips continued to shower you with kisses. For a moment it all stoped. You opened your eyes and carefully turned around, immediately bumping into Colin's shy but thoughtful face. You just had to guess what's going on in his head.

“I’m very embarrassed to ask this,” he swallowed and you thought about how strange you felt around him: all evening you found yourself in situations that you have never been in before, but you didn’t feel discomfort and you’re just curious.

“Go on?” you encouraged the detective and stroked his fist with your index finger.

He drew air into his lungs, “...I would like to please you”.

And smiled timidly. He never ceased to amaze you – just a few guys in a drunken state are interested in such things, at least from the stories about those your girl friends told you about. Basically they are only interested in their pleasure. You thought detective’s words were lovely, but you snorted, “Colin, how drunk are you?”

“Enough to understand what I'm suggesting.”

You froze again, considering his words and Colin saw your uncertainty, “...Oh, I mean... if you're not comfortable, then–”

“No, it’s not that,” you half-sat down, chewing your lip nervously. “I just… well… never did that before. But I want to.”

Colin nodded slowly at you and reached for your lips, kissing you soothingly and reassuringly. Still staggering a little, he crawled to your feet and sat between legs, looking into your eyes. In the dark, his own seemed completely black and you wanted to continue to look at them for hours without stopping. You felt safe next to Colin, and when he again reached for a kiss, concurrently hand parting your legs and pulling your dress higher to gain access to the lower part of your body, you did not resist and decided to trust him. Your breath got astray as Colin kissed your inner thighs, gently caressing your soft skin. You sighed, feeling light bites followed by a hot tongue that licked their spots. You sensed the growing arousal and the way your pants were getting wetter with every Colin’s move. He didn’t stop looking at you, touching your slit, hidden by a thin fabric, and your body began to tremble finely when he touched your clit, massaging it. You sobbed and moved in time with Colin’s hand and twitched as you felt him replaced his hand to the lace, raising his eyebrows questioningly. You nodded and felt real perplexity, revealing your most intimate part. You tried to cover yourself by squeezing your knees, to which Colin shook his head, pushing them back.

“You're beautiful,” he whispered, looking at how glistened your pussy, wanting to taste it.

You gasped, feeling the warm skin of the detective who inhaled your scent, and in the next moment, a tongue ran over your wet folds. You moaned, understanding that you were glad that your first sex was happening with Colin. He moved his head and tongue, positioning his face so that his nose touched your clit, producing friction. You were lost in sensations, squeezing the sheets with your hands and breathing heavily – you were not interested in what was happening behind the wall; your colleagues were probably having fun and spending their time as good as you both, just each in their own way and in their own style. Colin added one finger, slowly sinking it into you and moving it at a moderate pace, letting you melt into the new experience.

“Damn,” pronounced in a whisper; he added a second finger, bending them in a certain way, and you screamed, not expecting it from yourself.

You could feel him smiling and your walls were squeezing together with your legs near his head. You were sure that by the end of the process you will strangle him with your legs, but, apparently, he would only like it.

“Colin–” you whimpered, and he quickened his fingers, and you were more and more carelessly rubbing wet pussy over his face and smearing all the juices, feeling the approach of orgasm.

“Yes, girl, that's it,” he moaned, humping the bed through the fabric of his trousers with his hard erection, not forgetting to lick and suck you and fuck with his fingers.

You got your head back on the pillows, drowning in orgasm, pulling Colin even tighter with your hand, coming right on his face, squeezing around his tongue. You let out a long moan, which spurred Colin on to move his hips even more frantically, and after a few thrusts, his body shook too and he cummed in his pants. Your eyes stuck together, and your body trembled – these emotions were too much for you, even if they were all blissful. Colin slowly peeked out from your legs and fell in the middle of the bed, smiling beatifically.

You looked at him and saw how his nose, mouth and chin were completely covered with your wetness, “God, Colin, you're all dirty”.

He chuckled hoarsely, looking back at you, “Not just my face”. You blushed, giggling, and he smiled radiantly in response, kissing your side.

“I've sobered up enough to go out to people and then get home”.

“I think I'm on the contrary – drunk now,” you smirked, finding your pants next to you, pulling them back on. Colin watched you closely, never taking his eyes off you.

“What?" you’re in confusion, returning to the place on the bed.

“So… will you be my girlfriend?” timid Colin came back and you smiled lopsided – a grown man, but still the same cautious.

You leaned in, kissing him on the lips, tasting yourself and assuring him, “Yes. I'll be your girlfriend”.

You were looking at each other: Colin, lying on his back, and you, hanging over him from the side. You touched each other's hair, heard how the music changed on the dance floor and people screamed and celebrated, and you felt like the happiest people on the planet.

a/n: i swear, never in my life have i seen such a man as colin and i hope that fate will show me a copy of him otherwise i will be alone all my life </3 (but pls, i want him alive ok)

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Tate Langdon x Fem!Reader (smut)

summary: you pass by the room where the noises come from and decide to look in to see what is happening there and a strange picture opens in front of you;

warnings: male masturbation, dirty talk, cumming, voyeurism, exhibitionism (?), mention of blood and aggression; not proofread (i apologize if i forgot smth)

word count: 839

You look at Tate and think he's cheeky. He is out of control; he has no brakes or they work too late. And sometimes you can predict what will happen in the end, but there are moments, the consequences of which even for you remain a mystery, for example, like now. You look through the gap in the door and see Tate lying back down on the floor, blood dripping from his nose, he does not stop smiling and laughing maliciously, not even defending himself from attacks. His T-shirt is pulled up, revealing snow-white skin and a slightly embossed body, and you fleetingly understand that you are more similar to him than you could imagine. The only difference is that dark feelings have been born in the depths of your soul and almost always remained there, while Tate has a lot on display — he is not ashamed of himself most of the time, not ashamed of his gloomy and vulgar side. And it even fascinated you to some extent. Delighted, but sometimes frightened, because it was rarely possible to understand what was in his head. And considering the fact that you were still not particularly close and familiar with him, the atmosphere around him was still dangerous, but, nonetheless, exciting.

You quickly look at Patrick, who is standing at a distance from the door, half a turn, with his back to you for the most part, but in such a way that you can watch him clenching his fists in fury, his face twists in aggression, but then he completely freezes with mixed emotions in his eyes. You don't understand what's wrong, but when you return to Tate, your breath hitches.

“Admit it, you haven’t felt such a strong dick for a long time while imprisoned in a house with Chad,” the guy unzippes his fly and begins to stroke himself through the fabric, deliberately sobbing and sighing loudly, “but I have something that might interest you…” Long fingers take out an impressive arousal, the veins on which are already beginning to show — it is difficult to match the childish face of Tate with it — and move up and down at an increasing pace; lube collects under his moving palm, the sounds of squelching spread in the room where there is no furniture yet, and his ragged breathing is the second thing that echoes along the walls. A bright, lively, playful and mischievous smile does not stop leaving his face, his tongue constantly licks dry and cracked lips, he jerks off, looking into Patrick's eyes, but your heart stops beating completely at the moment when he looks at you outside the door, strengthening grip on the length, narrowing his eyes. “And maybe not only you,” he tosses his hips up in reverse motion, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead and rolling down his temple, blood continues to drip onto his T-shirt, but he doesn't care much. However, as well as you and Patrick. You forcefully squeeze the wood at hand, incomprehensible feelings arise inside you, you panic, the phrase “YOU ARE DISCOVERED” lights up in large red letters in your head, while Tate approaches his peak, biting lower lip, closing eyes a little in bliss, arching, but keeping an eye on you. You can’t tear yourself away from the view, it’s too captivating and beautiful, you think that your hand would look good on Tate’s place, but you quickly turn these thoughts away, feeling the uncontrollable atmosphere and your own arousal. You clenches your legs, feeling a throb between them, a tingling warmth beginning to spread in your lower abdomen, and you can’t help but continue to watch and tremble from overwhelming feelings. Your other hand reaches down to calm your admiration at least a little, but when you see that Tate notices this, tilting his head to the side a little, still watching with interest, you fast move it away. This is new for you, because you have never felt anything like this before, especially since you have not peeped at a jerking guy, but everything happens for the first time. Tate meanwhile comes to his senses, his curly tangled hair in even more disarray than usual, he sighs languidly, licking the cum from his palm revealingly, slowly putting two fingers into his mouth, not taking his eyes off you and still grinning.

You let out a barely audible breath, legs do not obey you, but you harshly go away, unable to endure the scene in front of you, of Tate himself, heading to your room at a fast speed, forgetting your (un)secret hiding place and hearing that Patrick has apparently recovered from his daze, beating Tate again. Your face is burning and reddening more and more every second, hands are freezing, heart is beating so fast and you cannot calm it down. You still have no idea what will come out of this situation, but something inside tells that Tate will come to you tonight, not letting you forget what you saw during the day.

a/n: english is not my first language but i tried my best, as always. before that i had been writing in my own for many years and now decided to improve english. in a very interesting direction, i need to say. hope you enjoyed! :)