i just found out a writer i fw so hard on here is a big fan of nick fuentes im fucking sick💔💔 i need to stop associating myself with incel fanbases im so tired of my stupid fat chungus life. i love reading fanfics but some of yall seriously get no play outside of ur tumblr imagines and it is so scary
.ᐟ a/n : i listened to nate sib while writing this im at peace !!! anyway i know a very niche specific group will understand this. also i just watched obsession and i guess u could say im obsessed……but fr that movie was soooooo good. alright i hope core tumblr finds this ily
the call connected on the second ring.
dylan’s voice came through quieter than usual, as if he’d been lying there in the dark for a while thinking about whether or not to call.
“hey,” he says. “you’re still up?”
“yeah. couldn’t sleep either.” you hear the soft shift of sheets on his end. the room sounds empty, like the rest of the house has settled down.
“i keep trying to close my eyes and it doesn’t work,” he confesses after a second. “every time i do i just end up thinking about you. it’s so fucking pathetic.”
you smile a little at his honesty.
“i’ve only been gone for a couple days.”
“feels longer.” his voice drops. “i’ve already gotten off once today, and that shit barely helped at all. kept imagining it was your hands instead of mine. your mouth. couldn’t stop thinking about the way you look at me when you want it bad.”
heat settles low in your stomach almost immediately. you stir against the pillows and let your free hand land on your thigh. “you’re that worked up?”
“you have no idea.” a short, frustrated breath. “i’ve been distracted all day. ron asked me if i was good, and i had to pretend i was just tired. we haven’t done much of anything these last few days, so i don’t know how the fuck he even believed that. every time there’s a single second of silence, my mind just goes straight back to you.”
you set the phone down on your chest so both hands are free, the speaker still close enough that his voice fills the quiet room.
you slip your hand under the waistband of your shorts. you’re already starting to get wet just from the sound of his voice and the desperation in it.
“i’m touching myself,” you tell him.
the noise he makes is low and almost relieved.
“yeah? me too. been waiting for you to say that.” you can hear the rhythmic sound of his hand moving on the other end of the line. his breathing has already changed.
“tell me what you’re doing,” he says, quieter now. “i need something to focus on.”
you let your fingers slide lower, circling slowly, deliberately. the gentle, wet sound is quiet enough that you aren’t sure if he can hear it, but you describe it anyway.
“i’m so wet,” you murmur. “just from listening to you. two fingers… circling my clit first. so slow. like how you do it when you're trying to drive me crazy.”
“fuck.” the word comes out rough. his strokes sound faster for a second before he forces them steady again. “keep going.”
“mmh, okay. i’m sliding them lower now. i feel so empty without you here to fill me up, baby. i wish you were here to stretch me out.”
you push two fingers in slow, the velvety wet sound clearer this time. your hips roll up to meet them.
“fuck, i need you so bad right now,” dylan breathes. the rhythm of his hand speeds up, no longer trying to hold it back. “keep talking. tell me how it feels.”
“tight. warm. they’re not enough.” you curl them, a quiet sound catching in your throat.
you curl them deeper, hips shifting against the stiff mattress.
“they don’t compare to you at all,” you add, trying to spur him on.
a quiet, almost broken sound leaves him.
“jesus, i'm so close just off your voice, baby,” he admits quickly, trying to stay somewhat on topic instead of mumbling nonsense.
“i’d do anything you wanted me to,” you whisper, unsure if your words are even fully audible to him. “get on top of you, go slow… or let you use me however you’d like when you get impatient.”
his reply comes out strained and almost pleading. “i would. god, i would. the moment i couldn’t take it anymore i would fuck you so hard ‘n deep.”
the image hits hard. your free hand fists the sheets as the tension coils tighter. “i’m close…”
“please,” he begs. “come for me. let me hear it. i’m right with you. need to know you’re coming while thinking about me.”
you don’t last much longer. your orgasm flows through you in long, pulsing waves while a wrecked sound slips out as your fingers keep moving through it. your thighs tremble as the sheets beneath you become impossibly damp.
that noise alone pushes him over.
he exhales sharply before releasing a weak groan. “fuck… baby… i’m…” the messy movements of his hand stutter as he comes, letting out hushed curses and swallowing hard. you can hear him breathing heavy on the other side of the phone, like he was holding everything in for days.
for a while, neither of you says a thing.
“still don’t think i can sleep,” he pants. “but this definitely helped. miss you so fucking much it feels stupid.”
you grin sleepily into the darkness of your hotel room. “same. text me when you’re free tomorrow.”
“yeah.” he assures you, his voice raw and raspy. “thank you. i love you. goodnight.”
“night, dylan.”
.ᐟ a/n : been on my core shit lately ... highkey lowkey miss faze tho no shade
warning: MDNI 18+ content, pool sex, fem!reader with female genitalia, semi-public (?) since it’s outside, brief nipple play, piv, cream pie (that term is FOUL), unprotected sex but reader on birth control dw, my first ever smut fic wish me luck (1.9k wdc) NOT PROOF READ
based on this request!
you’ve been warned: dont like, dont read!
It had been a hot, long day of shooting for you and the boys. Both you and Laiys worked for CORE, him notably being Ron’s cameraman and you helping the boys with their PR.
You had gotten to know him very well, especially when he often got Ron in trouble as well as himself.
You didn’t live with them, not that Adapt didn’t offer, (especially with you working hard with him to get CORE up and running) but you had an apartment 15 minutes away and that was good enough.
But days like this, where shoots run late and streams go into the night, you often stayed over and crashed in the pool house with Drew and Dylan.
This day was especially a hot one; the heat in California finally hitting it’s peak. So when you were gathering the stuff you needed for while you were over there, you decided you might as well pack a swim suit incase you got any free time.
Which leads you to now, floating in the luxurious pool in the back yard of the boy’s mansion. It felt nice, the rhythmic feeling of the water hitting the sides of your body.
The calmness you were finally feeling, started to drift away as you heard a familiar and annoying voice.
“Well, well, well! What do we have here?” Ron said, walking towards the side of the cement pool.
You go under and re-emerge from water, before wiping the water from your face. “Hey, guys.”
You look over at the camera, and therefore the man behind it, and Laiys was hard staring at you.
In hindsight, maybe you should’ve wore a less revealing bikini, knowing that this was a house full of streamers but on the other hand you didn’t really care since you were a grown woman.
“Hey girl!” Ron says jokingly, flailing his arm dramatically. “Just getting your laps in?”
“Something like that, cardio, y’know?”
Ron laughs, trying to make his voice deeper, before looking over at the camera. “Oh I KNOW cardio.”
“Do you?” Laiys says, catching both of you off gaurd, causing you to start laughing.
“What the fuck? What’s that supposed to mean,” Ron starts, as chat begins making fun of him. “And why are you laughing?”
You shake your head, a smile still on your face. “What are you guys up to, out here so late?”
“Oh just a late night seg, y’know? Laiys showed the chat what the poolhouse looks like at night.”
“Oh yeah, thats cool.” You say, turning your attention back to the camera(man). “You have fun, chat?”
You look up at him, playing it off as looking at the camera. You notice as he subtly scans your body before gulping.
“Don’t talk to them!” Ron dramatically preforms, walking over and grabbing Laiys to get inside the mansion.
You couldn’t deny the warm feeling that began to take over your body at just him looking at you. You’d never say it outloud, or at least not here around the guys, but Dylan’s sharp gaze always made you wanna squirm.
It couldn’t have been more than an hour or so, when you heard a voice call out from above you.
“Hey do you mind if I hop in too?l” Dylan called out.
You take your hand that was covering your eyes off and look at him, suddenly he was shirtless and in swim trunks, a beautiful contrast from the baggy shirt and jorts he had been wearing earlier.
“I can’t stop you, I mean I don’t even live here.” You say, causing him to chuckle.
He steps into the pool, each step causing a little splash, before he fully swims in. You take this as an opportunity to scan his body. His long, lengthy body. You moved over to the side of the pool, resting against it, still watching him, when he re-emerges and definitely catches you looking. You scramble to find something to say.
“So uh, Ron’s done streaming?” You ask, trying to find out something to say.
Laiys nods, swimming closer to you, to not yell. “Yeah, him and all the guys are, I’m pretty sure. The shoot took up most of the day.”
You nod to, fiddling with your hands as he moves to stand besides you, resting his arm on the cement around the pool.
“Are you planning on staying the night again?” He asks, rubbing his arm that’s on the cement.
You shrug. “I’m not sure, I didn’t think before I hopped in the pool, and to be honest after swimming I don’t feel like putting jeans back on then sleeping.”
“Well I mean I could always lend you something, like that one night you spilt somethin’ on your shirt.”
You smile, shaking your head, before making eye contact with him. “I’d hate to come in and stay out of nowhere.”
“It’s not out of nowhere, if I’m asking you. You know we could make tonight a movie.” He starts, using his hands to make gestures.
“Me and You in the pool house, I give you a shirt and a pair of pants so you don’t have to put the jeans back on. Then we end the night playing a couple of games.” He says, his voice going up and down with exaggeration, making you somehow smile more.
“Aw, sounds like someone wants to spend time with me.” You joke, tilting your head to the right.
“Yeah?” He starts, his voice coming out more husky then it was before. “Maybe I do.”
Your heart picks up at the change of tone in his voice. “Yeah?”
He nods, his eyes more obviously looking your body over.
You let out a breath of air. “So do you only wanna play games tonight.”
His eyes dart up to yours, your sudden boost of confinement falls flat when he looks at you. Dylan moves his hands to your waist, rubbing them up and down, testing the waters.
“Depends, got any other ideas?” He says, pulling you closer to him by the waist.
You feel vulnerable like this, so close to him, you can feel his body heat radiating onto you. You look look at his eyes, then his lips, before speaking.
“I have a couple.” You say quieter, before rapping your arms around his neck.
Dylan takes this confirmation, before kissing you. The kiss is hungry, and rough. He moves hands from your waist up to your face, holding it in place. The sudden movement causing the water to splash.
He breaks apart for a moment to breathe, before you pull him right back in, moaning at the contact, despite having just been kissing him.
Your bodies flush together, and with the water having both of your bathing suits stick to your bodies, you can feel his imprint against yourself.
Laiys turns you in the water, moving you to place you against the wall of the pull. He breaks your kiss and holds your face in his hands while you speak.
“Dylan….” You say, in between pants, trying to catch your breath.
He hums, rubbing his thumb over your lips. “If we get caught…”
You shake your head. “We won’t, please…”
You pull him against you, grinding against him, causing him to let go of your head and place his arms on the cement behind you, caging you in.
“You really need me that bad?” He says, almost mockingly.
You nod, looking up at him through your eyelashes, as you grab the waistband of your pants and gently put your thumbs in between his hips and the swim trunks.
“Fuck,” He says, looking up quickly to the mansion, most of the lights being off, but a few remaining to be on. “We gotta be quick, alright?”
You nod rapidly, before pulling down the swim trunks just enough to pull out his cock. He softly groans at the contact as you begin to pump it. Laiys takes this opportunity to focus on your breasts, pulling one out from where it was partially covered by your bikini top.
He rolls your nipple between his fingers, causing you to let out a soft moan, before looking down in the water. His cock was becoming more and more hard. Laiys moves to the other breast, and repeats the process before moving your bikini bottom to the side.
He pushes a finger in between your folds, letting out a breath of air himself. “You weren’t lying when you said you needed me, huh?”
You shake your head, as he takes his cock from your hand into one of his own.
You move your hands up to grab the back of his neck as presses you up against the wall, about to push in. Before he does, he rubs the head through your folds, causing you to moan. His other hand quickly goes up and covers your mouth.
“You, you gotta be quiet okay?” He says, voice gruff and commanding. “I wanna hear those pretty noises but they can’t be too loud, alright.”
You nod, bracing yourself for when he pushes in. When he does it’s slow and painful.
Inch by inch, you feel yourself getting filled by him. Your moans are muffled by his hand that remains there, there while the over one rests on your waist.
“You know…” He starts, as he begins slowly thrusting. “When we came out earlier… and everyone saw you in this bikini, fuck, chat went crazy.”
Your eyes start to glace over, as he moves his hand from your waist down to your pussy. He begins to rub circles on your clit as he starts speeding up his thrusts. The only thing coming out from your mouth, that’s still muffled by your hand is sounds of satisfaction.
“All of those degenerates,” He says, picking up the pace, with harder thrusts. “Looking at you, probably thinking about you right now.”
He uses the hand that was muffling you to holding the side of your face. You start letting out soft moans, trying so hard to be quiet. Laiys moves his thumb into your mouth, which you automatically suck on, without him even saying anything.
Dylan chuckles, hitting a consistent fast and rough pace with his thrusts. “But they…they’ll never have this…you, beneath them. Let alone in a fucking pool, where anyone could see us… Could they?”
You shake your head no. “Use your words, baby.”
“No…no, Dylan, only you… only you…” You ramble on, your hands now roughly gripping his back.
“Yeah, that’s good. Can feel you clenching, you almost there, sweetheart?”
You nod again, words feeling hard to say. “Don’t, don’t pull out.”
Dylan’s breath hitches. “What?”
“I’m on birth control.” You say, leaning your head forward into the crook of his neck as he continues his rough thrusts.
“Oh god…” He mumbles, building up the pace again.
Each thrust begins to build up and up. Your core begins to tighten, the feeling of him thick and inside you, paired with his fingers messing with your clit finallt begins to catch up.
You pick your head up and look at him. He stares you in the eyes and nods, both of you about to finish. You hold onto him as it finally happens, the overwhelming feeling taking over your body.
Shortly after you feel him, as he cums inside of you, his breath becomes rigid, and it feels like forever as it flows inside of you.
Finally, he pulls out and fixes your bikini top and bottom. Afterwards he moves back to the side of you then looks at you, in your complete after sex glow.
“I can’t believe we did that.” You say smiling softly, resting your head on the concrete.
“Can’t say I’ve ever done that before.” He jokes, before you yawn. “Hey you wanna go inside now?”
You nod, grabbing his arm and dragging him towards the exit of the pool. “Yeah, apparently tonight could be a movie or something.”
.ᐟ synopsis : connor surprises you with a roblox picnic date
.ᐟ contents : fluff, established relationship, slight teasing/flirting
.ᐟ a/n : i should probably be asleep right now because i have work tomorrow morning but im writing crankama fluff … also this is my first time ever writing a fanfic so please be nice lol !!
you're in bed when a discord notification pops up at the top of your screen.
Crankama:
Hey get on roblox rn
Don't ask questions just join
I'm going live in 5
you already know this is going to be stupid, but you start heading over to your desk anyway. you have a surprisingly nice setup, a result of connor using his youtube revenue to spoil you. it was his favorite way to show his love for you. he even got you a better-than-average mic because he loves when you make appearances on his streams.
as you're on the landing page of roblox, you see the game connor is currently in, "picnic date". "he cannot be real," you mumble to yourself as you join his game. quickly pulling up discord and joining connor's private voice channel, you start laughing the second you load in.
his avatar is already waiting, wearing a tuxedo and holding a rose. the map is filled with soft pastels and different seating areas in an outside setting. it was all really cute honestly.
"surprise!" connor yells, way too loud for the lofi music playing in the background. you can hear the grin in his voice as his stream goes live. "chat, say hello to my date. i planned this entire thing, by the way,"
the chat flies by with a small amount of people questioning how crankama has a girlfriend and a much larger number of people saying hello to you, a lot of them knowing your name from previous streams.
you make your avatar sit on the blanket, next to him. "connor… you really went all out for this," you sarcastically remark.
"hell yeah i did. i wanted to have a very special date night with my girl," he exclaims as if this were a real date.
your "date night" almost immediately turns hectic. you realize connor forgot to join a private server when a bunch of avatars start to flood the server and spam the chat.
"CRANKAMA ON A DATE????"
"hello connor benjamin lamb"
"CRANKAMA CRANKAMA CRANKAMA"
"oh my fucking god," connor promptly recognizes his mistake, sighing with faux disappointment.
"of course you guys had to ruin our romantic date," he jokingly scolds his viewers.
you giggle as the server becomes overcrowded. avatars keep spawning in, some dancing around your blanket, others trying to sit way too close.
"alright nah, this is not it," connor says, his voice shifting from playful to the slightest bit annoyed.
"everybody back up. this was supposed to be our date, not a public lobby," he chides.
he quickly leaves and joins a private server. you mirror his actions and smile even if no one can see.
"finally," connor laughs. "those kids really tried to crash our date. very disrespectful,"
"chat, my girlfriend says she hates all of you and she wants to break up with me now because you guys fucked up our date," he teases.
"okay, i for sure never said anything even remotely close to that," you assure.
"sure, sure…" he says smiling.
you move your avatar closer until it's right next to his. "this is way nicer,"
"definitely. my genius idea was too good, they all wanted in", he says with fake cockiness. his avatar sits down on the blanket again and you make your avatar do the same.
"alright, round two. no randoms this time, just us," he smirks.
"wow, this is just so great and romantic and dreamy," you express.
he begins messing with the picnic items, trying to feed your avatar a strawberry. since the game is poorly made, it glitches and goes straight through your avatar's head.
"yo what the fuck?" he bursts out laughing. "why does it look like i'm attacking you? this game is so shitty,"
you both keep cracking up as he tries again and again. after the first time most people wouldn't have found it funny anymore, but you guys think it's hilarious.
at one point he equips the rose and dramatically "proposes" by shoving it into your avatar's face.
"will you be my girlfriend?" connor questions.
"connor… i already am your girlfriend…" you grin, shaking your head.
"i know, i just wanted to do that for dramatic effect," he replies.
"you're so stupid," you joke.
you and connor continue playing around and flirting as the stream goes on, joining other random games until you start to get tired.
"connorrrr," you say sleepily, wanting to go lay down.
"whatttt," he matches your tone, even though he can sense what you're about to say.
"i'm getting tired, i don't know how much longer i can stay on," you exhale.
"it's okay babe, dont worry. i'll just call burkin there's no way he's not up right now. go rest, it's fine," connor promises, not wanting you to stay on longer if you're not comfortable.
you laugh softly. "you sure?"
"yeah, go sleep. i'll be up for a while anyway." he pauses for a second, then adds with a smirk in his voice, "don't forget to dream about me,"
"shut up," you say, grinning as you get up from your desk.
"night baby. love you."
"love you too." you say before you get off the call and head back to bed.
