🧡 - blurb: give me a character and a topic/situation and i’ll write a blurb about it!
Hello :) thoughts on fem reader comforting Maggie Esmeralda (after Jimmy flipped a switch and started drinking), and then they run away together, because i just think she deserved better 😔
“look, i know you really liked him. but… you can do so much better than him. and so much better than this place,” you said, leaning your head against maggie’s shoulder, your hand slowly inching closer to hers.
“maybe you’re right… but still, where would i even go? i don’t have a home, i don’t have anyone.”
“that’s not true, maggie. you have me. i’ll follow you wherever you go,” you smiled softly, your pinky finger intertwining with hers.
maggie looked down at your hand and smiled to herself. turning to look back at you, she saw the earnest look in your eyes. you truly meant what you said, you’d follow her anywhere. and just knowing that meant more to her than you would ever know.
maggie’s smile grew, her hand moving to hold your hand in hers. “so let’s go. just you and me. i don’t care where we end up. as long as we’re together, i’ll always have a home.”
imma just make this up as I go along idk what it's gonna be.. imma try writing kit fluff
THIS IS FLUFF!!
i was waiting outside the asylum, far enough away that they couldn't see me from the windows. i was waiting for my boyfriend, kit. last year he was kidnapped by the police after they pinned a collection of murders on him. i was with him every night that all these women were killed but they didn't believe me because I was in love with him. i felt utterly useless.
last week a little girl pranced up the steps of my porch and gave me an envelope. "from your love." she said and began giggling and running away. I thought it was strange but when the letter said it was from Kit I lost it. he said he was coming the next week. so here I am. waiting for my love, outside of the asylum.
i was wearing something to cover my face but nothing that would make anyone suspicious. i looked around, scanning the area to see if he was out yet. "wren?" he called in a whisper. i spun around. "Kit?" i said, just barely recognizing him under all the bruises. "oh my god what did they do to you?" I said, running up to him and touching his face. he winced under my touch. "lets go home. its not safe here for us." he said and he took my hand and led me home.
when we got home i stopped just before we walked through the front door and pulled him in for a kiss. it was soft. i was trying to be as gentle as i could so i wouldn't hurt him. i felt his warm tears hit my cheek. "i missed you so much." he sobbed quietly. "and i, you." I said, smiling.
we went inside and he stopped at the door. "it looks the same." he smiled. "i didnt want to overwhelm you with anything so I did my best to not change anything." I said, taking off my coat and hanging it up. "its getting late, honey. come shower." i said, walking into the bathroom and starting the warm bath.
"what happened in there?" I asked as he sat in the water. "they kept everyone in a daze, drugged. One song on repeat from the day i got there, until today." he said, hugging his knees. something sinister happened. i rubbed a soap soaked sponge on his back. "that sounds terrible." I scrunched my face. "who gave you these bruises, babe?" i asked. "the guards." he sobbed. "i saw your back was bruised. and you had half healed wounds on the backs of your thighs." i said. "they w-whipped us when we broke the rules." he cried. i quietly gasped and dropped my arms. a single tear rolling down my face. "nothings gonna hurt you now." I assured him, rubbing his back.
i dipped the sponge in the water and wrung it out over his back. "im gonna go get a cup from the kitchen. i'll be right back." I said as i got up off the step latter and walked to the kitchen. on my way back with the cup in my hands I looked at a picture i had on the wall and i picked it off and brought it with me to the bathroom. kit was soaking his face.
"hey, remember this?" i asked and handed it to him as i sat back down. he smiled softly and looked deep into the photo. "the first time we went to san Francisco. the first time i told you that i loved you." he recalled. i giggled. "i remember when you gave me my ring." i said and showed him my hand. i was still wearing the sterling silver owl ring around my ring finger. it was a promise ring. "i promise to stay faithful and love you for always and forever." i quoted him. "And I, You." he quoted me.
it was something i always said. at first he thought that it was something i said to avoid the actual words. but i assured him that it was a way i could say what i meant without explanation. he understood that it was more meaningful. he recognized that i only ever said that to him.
he got out of the tub and put on fresh clothes. "are you hungry? i can make you something before we get in bed." i asked. he looked at me hesitantly. "i'll eat with you." i said, putting my hand in his. he smiled and we walked into the kitchen.
he sat down at the table. "we have enough to make a salad or a sandwich." i said, looking into the fridge. "anything. im okay with anything, really." he said looking back at me. i nodded and started making us the sandwiches.
i sat down, handing him his plate. he scarfed it down like he hadnt eaten in days. "Kit when was the last time you ate?" i asked almost in a panic. "um yesterday morning." he admit. "god. im never letting you out of my sight." i said. “i think it’d be best to leave. they’ll be looking for me here.” he said, i nodded and watched him eat partly in anger and sympathy. my love was abused, deprived of his basic necessities and niceties. "here you can have my sandwich. i ate before i picked you up." i said sliding the plate toward him.
soon we crawled into bed. i laid on his chest as he ran his hand through my hair. "you're such a beautiful soul, Kit Walker. and i love you" i said. "And i, You." he uttered as we both drifted to sleep in each others arms.
uuuuh a nsfw would include for tate?? like what he'd be into in bed/kinks n stuff (^._.^)ﾉ
I'm going to make this a blurb since it makes more sense to me idk 🤷♀️ but Tate and his kinks??? 🥵🥵🥵
1. This isn't really a kink but he loves foreplay, ESPECIALLY if you dress like a school girl. He loves when you where a cute little skirt with a cute little top (preferably no bra) and a cute little tiny skirt with a thong or g string. It makes him all hot and bothered
2. BDSM. He loves tying you up and just looking at you, all under his control. He really does love being in control, which means he's definitely a hard top/dom. No doubt in my mind. He doesn't like doing too much to you, he never wants to really hurt you, but he does love to see you squirm
3. Breeding. Tate def has a breeding kink, you cannot change my mind anout this one. The thought of his cum inside you trying to get you pregnant with his child just makes him want to fuck you all over again. BUT he only cums in you and without a condom if you give consent, he doesn't want to scare you away or hate him
4. Praise. He loves to praise you, he doesn't mind being praised but he especially loves praising you. He loves to see your face light up and the little mannerisms your body subconsciously does when he praises you in bed
5. He loves getting head...a lot. He especially loves sloppy head and cumming in your mouth
6. He loves rough sex but only when you want it rough, he can hold back if you want it to be soft and gentle. We love a versatile king
7. He leaves hickeys on you no matter what or where you or they are. Seeing that you're marked up by him is a huge turn on
Summary: Reader finds herself in an interesting situation when the two most desired men at Camp Redwood seem to only have eyes for her.
Notes: I know we know absolutely nothing about Xavier (if that even is his real name), but oh well, I wanted to write some fuckboy Xavier and sweet jimmy, enjoy!! picture credit to @cruzinwithhorrorstory
Everybody knew who the kings of Camp Redwood were. From the moment they stepped foot on the soil, they owned it. Wherever they went, hungry eyes followed and daydreams played in the mind of every not-so-innocent bystander.
Xavier made his presence known no matter where he went. Whether it was the dining hall, the shared cabin the counselors used, or his studio, once he stepped into a room, all eyes became glued to the confident (some would even argue cocky) blonde. They would look him up and down, as he strut across the room, with a smirk that showed he knew all too well what he was doing to everyone there. With his shorts a little too short and his demeanor a little too friendly, he knew ways to get exactly what he wanted out of people.
He was the dance instructor, and a good one, at that. He moved effortlessly throughout his classes and always made sure to pay extra attention to those he liked. Always so eager to help out his more attractive coworkers with their stretches and techniques; one could say he was simply a generous man. Or at least, he would say that. He so graciously gifted everyone with the ability to fantasize about what life would be like with the king himself. About how he would touch them, how he would kiss them and dote on them… about how he would make them feel when they were all alone together at night. He got off on knowing just how wanted and adored he was.
Attention had always been something that Xavier craved and it filled him with the sweetest pleasure knowing that it was him who everyone dreamt of at night. The idea of others secretly pleasing themselves in their beds to the thought of the man himself, hopelessly wishing he was there with them, was enough to keep him busy at night, as well. The thought of others desiring him filled certain parts of his body with need and he really was never one to deny himself of such pleasures, so he’d hungrily search for his release anywhere he could. He’d touch himself, not bothering to hold back his almost-too-perfect sounding groans. He figured his loud, sweet noises were just another gift. Such a giving man.
Fantasies and audio porn weren’t the only gifts bestowed upon his peers. He was also kind enough to share stories. His sexual experiences were a gold mine, and he never missed an opportunity to share just how skilled he was. But as generous as he was in some ways, he had difficulty finding anyone actually worthy of taking a ride on his “Magnum X”, as he liked to call it. With a sex drive through the roof, but feeling as though he was too good for anywhere there, he grew bored at camp. The frustration in his eyes became evident only on certain days, when he was sure no one was paying attention. But everyone was always paying attention.
And then there was Jim. Sweet, carefree Jim. Who didn’t demand anybody’s attention, but got it anyways. He was the lifeguard at Camp Redwood and instantly caught everyone’s eye the moment he showed up, walking into camp with a friendly smile that was sure to melt the heart of anyone. His white t-shirt hugged his toned chest deliciously while the blue of his denim jacket contrasted with his sun-kissed skin in a way that left everyone in a daze. He radiated warmth and everybody wanted their own piece of Jim’s sunshine. But he never seemed to show an interest in anyone.
With as kind as he was, it was hard having to constantly turn down his admirers the first few weeks of camp. Everybody got the hint shortly after, though, and realized that for whatever reason, he simply wasn’t interested in them. This was an especially difficult and heartbreaking fate to accept for those who were upfront about their feelings and desires to the mysterious brunette. But then Xavier came along and Jim found it almost too easy to give in to the tall blonde who somehow, and may he admit, not-so-subtly, appeared in Jim’s line of sight one day, making a show of manspreading in his tight clothes on a hot, summer day. Everyone at the camp stopped what they were doing and watched as these two men interacted for the very first time. Xavier looked him up and down over the top of his sunglasses and beckoned him over with a slight nod of his head. With his arrogant smile and presumptuous quirk of his brow, Jim didn’t stand a chance.
It was only natural that Xavier and Jim became good friends after that. The blonde had managed to get everything he had ever wanted in life and that included the sweet lifeguard at Camp Redwood. Xavier knew right then and there, when he first saw how the blue in Jim’s eyes shone as bright as the glare off the water while beads of sweat teasingly ran down his toned chest, that he had to have what everyone else so desired. To take him for himself – his own little water boy. He knew then that the whispers he’d heard about this “new Jim” were true and he’d soon have to find a way to dig his claws into him. He knew, however, that being as charming and hot as he was, it wouldn’t be that hard.
And shortly after, they came to be known as the Kings, as it were. Natural leaders who (depending on who you were talking about) either ruthlessly demanded or graciously accepted the attention and power that was bestowed upon them. But you saw them for who they truly were – and you had to admit, you liked it.
And you swore you thought, perhaps they liked you, too. It wasn’t that you were oblivious, it was just that you enjoyed playing their little game. You had noticed the glances, and the flirting. The way they whispered in each other’s ears as they stared you down, the way Jim’s lips turned up in a smirk whenever he caught your eye, and especially the way Xavier repeatedly and passionately brushed up against you in dance class, with his graceful hands placed on your hips and his not-so-subtle bulge rubbing against you, chuckling at the sound of your breath hitching in your threat. You noticed it all and honestly, you enjoyed it all – a little too much. You played hard to get and it only made them crave you more.
And yet, somewhere along the line, you must have faltered in your plan. They must have seen a crack in your façade and sneaked their way in. Because here you were, completely naked and at their mercy, resting your back against Jim’s chest as Xavier stared up at you from in-between your legs.
“Look at our pretty little girl, Jim,” Xavier stared up at the brunette behind you, the blue in his pupils completely dark and wild with lust.
“God, she’s beautiful,” the faintest whisper could be heard against your ear as Jim continued kissing the soft spot on your neck while his hands tenderly massaged your breasts. You three had been at this for an hour now and you were a needy mess, practically begging for your release. You were complete putty in their hands, just how they liked it.
“It took us a hot minute to finally get her, but now look,” Xavier’s voice drawled as he licked and teased your thighs. “She’s all ours.”
Jim couldn’t be bothered to respond with all of his attention focused on leaving as many bruises and red marks as he could on your neck, a subtle reminder to the rest of the camp that you had been claimed. Your soft mewls sounded exactly how he had imagined heaven would sound. He danced his lips across your skin, pinching your nipples every now and then only to smile at the small gasp that would leave your lips. “Such a beauty, X.”
“And look at how fucking wet she is, Jim… and it’s all for us,” he groaned as he dove two of his fingers into your soaked cunt once again, gathering your juices to show his partner. “Such a pretty little slut,” he stared at his glistening fingers, losing his train of thought, while licking his lips.
“Don’t be mean to our new plaything,” Jim spoke up from your neck, massaging your sides to soothe Xavier’s harsh comments. From what you could tell, Jim was the sweeter one. He gave you praise and was gentle with you. He worshipped the body he held in his arms. But Xavier was a different story. You were simply a toy to him, something to play with and use as he wished. He would push you to the edge, seeing how far he could go every time. But he underestimated just how much of a “naughty slut” (his choice of words) you truly were. It was unexpected to say the least. Every time he was rough or degraded you, he was only met with moans and a look that said “give me more”. He knew you were a special one.
“I think she likes it when I’m mean,” he smirked, giving you a wink as he lowered his head and teasingly licked a long stripe up your folds, all the way to your oversensitive clit, sucking harshly and getting lost in the taste of you. “Such a sweet little pussy, I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of it,” he whispered to himself, not realizing the other two could hear him.
He took his sweet time with you and you were done with the teasing; you needed him now. It had been an hour of them edging you and you were at your wits end; you didn’t think you could take another second. You reached for his hair and pulled him closer to where you ached for him.
“Don’t touch the hair!” he shot up, looking at you with disgust as he quickly went to fix his slightly tousled locks.
“You’re fucking ridiculous,” Jim laughed at the disgruntled man in front of him. “And don’t yell at her like that,” he protectively placed his arm around your waist, making sure you felt safe and cared for. Jim knew how Xavier could be but you were new to the ways of his man and the last thing he wanted was to scare you off. “And honestly, if you’re going to act like that, you can just leave. You’re taking too long with her anyways, I think she needs somebody with a better touch,” Jim said with a smile, clearly looking to challenge the man.
Xavier looked up slowly with icy, blue eyes. “I know you’re not insinuating that you’re better at this than I am,” he said calmly but with a hint of danger tinging his voice.
“Isn’t is entertaining how upset he gets,” Jim whispered in your ear just loud enough for the hot and heavy man to hear, secretly hoping to get him even more riled up. Jim laughed against your skin with his usual boyish charm and you couldn’t help but join him as a giggle escapes your lips.
“Oh, is that funny?” Xavier turned his attention to you and quirked an eyebrow before flashing a smile, his tone as dangerous as the glint in his eyes while he lowered his head once again, inching closer and closer to your core.
“No! I’m sorry,” your laugh betrayed you as his hands continued sliding up your thighs. “Jim didn’t mean it, he was just trying to get under your skin,” the last of your giggles left while he stared up at you, his eyes showing just how hungry with lust he was.
“And how do you know my boy better than I do?” he squinted his eyes at you, while leaning down and playfully biting at your thigh.
“Well technically, now I’m her boy, too,” Jim spoke, smiling down at his lover while he snaked his hand down your stomach. Xavier caught on to how Jim wanted to finish you off and sends a wink his way.
“You two are going to be trouble for me, aren’t you?” Xavier breathes in while shaking his head. You’re too focused on the way Jim keeps lowering his hand, teasing you and getting you all riled up, to suspect what Xavier’s about to do. You wait in anticipation for Jim to put those fingers to good use when Xavier suddenly slaps your cunt harshly. You scream while the arm Jim’s placed around your waist holds you down.
“That’s what dirty little whores get for messing up my fucking hair,” Xavier speaks calmly while gently rubbing soothing circles on your inner thighs. You look back at him in disbelief and anger. Just as you open your mouth to chew him out, he immediately latches onto your clit, causing you to cry out and throw your head back on Jim’s shoulder. Your mind replaces the anger and pain with only pleasure and need.
“Shhh, angel, it’s okay” Jim coos in your ear softly. “And X, we all know you’re the troublesome one here, so enough with the act,” Jim looks down to see the blonde boy smirk against your folds. Jim’s hand finally reaches down to your heat and starts rubbing your clit skillfully. “That’s it, baby. God, you look so beautiful like this.”
Xavier reluctantly pulls himself from your heat, making a show of licking off your arousal that deliciously coats his lips. Quickly, he plunges his two fingers into your aching core, curling them with every thrust and noticing how close you are to your release. “Good god, what a filthy whore you are.” Your eyes are closed in pleasure, but you can hear the smirk evident in his voice. The cockiness and arrogance, it was unrelenting. “Look at how you’re basically fucking yourself on my fingers. Do they really feel that good in your little pussy?” he mocks, a low chuckle leaving his glossy lips – your juices worn like a trophy, another one of his “stories” he’ll most likely share to unsuspecting coworkers in the future. Xavier’s movements suddenly stop and you immediately open your eyes.
“What the hell-“ you start, but are cut off by the blonde below you.
“I asked you a question, pet,” Xavier looks completely unbothered, but his voice grows raspy. He loves this little game of cat and mouse and decides he could play with you forever. He looks at you as if you’re the dullest creature he’s ever come across as he awaits your response, adding an extra touch of arrogance by tapping his fingers on your thigh, to show he was waiting.
“Yes, it feels good,” you spit out through clenched teeth, just giving him what he wants so he can get back to giving you what you want.
“Okay, good. Next time you don’t reply, I’ll just leave you like this,” he graces you with a cocky smile, once again looking unbothered. “I have a million other things I could be doing; I’ll have you know. Making sure precious little Y/N gets her orgasm today isn’t one of them,” his voice says one story, but the way he’s looking at the juices dripping from your core, completely soaking his bed, tells another.
Jim scoffs in your ear, followed by an eye roll. His boy could be so dramatic some times. You don’t even care about what either of them are doing at this point, however, as you feel the arousal in your stomach building to a dangerous level. Jim works his fingers on your clit, rubbing small circles as his lips work wonders on the sensitive parts of your neck. And Xavier’s fingers thrust so deep in you that you swear you’re seeing stars with every thrust.
“That’s a good girl. Cum for us, baby,” Jim coos in your ear, seeing how shaky your legs start to get and how you start to arch your back into him.
“Be a good little slut and soak my fingers just like how you’d soak my cock,” Xavier lets out a low chuckle as he stares you down, noticing the small gasp you make at his lewd comments. Your moans start getting louder as both of them pick up their pace, their primal need to see you cum taking over as they revel in the sweet noises leaving your lips.
Suddenly, the tightly wound coil in you snaps and your orgasm hits you violently. After the both of them edging you for what seems forever, the intense feeling of pleasure overtaking your body is almost hard to grasp. Waves of electricity run through your body as the boys watch in awe. How you throw your head back on Jim and your face contorts in pleasure. How wet and lewd the sound of Xavier thrusting into you suddenly becomes. They notice it all – and they never want it to end.
You start to come down from your high as the pleasure dissolves into you. You think to yourself you could get used to these two, even if they’re a pain in the ass sometimes. Jim holds you close to his body as you try to calm your breathing; he feels as though he never wants to let go of you. You fit so perfectly in his lap and he considers just keeping you in this position forever. Xavier licks his lips and watches closely as your chest rises and falls with each breath; he thinks to himself, although would never admit it to the two in front of him, that this is a sight he’s sure he’ll truly never get tired of.
He reaches in-between your legs and gathers some of your juices on his fingers only to bring them to Jim’s lips, who stares back at him hungrily. You watch as Jim sucks your arousal off of Xavier’s long fingers, a deep groan being heard from the back of his throat, as his eyes close in pleasure. Suddenly, you feel the slight twitch of his cock against your back and it’s only then that you can feel how painfully hard he’s been this whole time. You glance down at Xavier to find that his bulge is extremely prominent in his shorts, as well.
You look between the both of them in anticipation as they turn their focus to you. Xavier grabs your chin and forces you to look at him while a smirk plays across his lips, “Oh, we are going to have some fun with you this summer.”
ooo could you do one of a blurb of the ghosties in Camp Redwood that'd get Christmas gifts from Bobby? (like what they would get in 2019) I think that'd be fun. :)
i think he would definitely get montana a used iphone, maybe give her one of his old ones with a solar powered charger so she can use it. he would download apps on it and if he had enough money he might even get service on it so they can all keep in touch. she would send him selfies constantly, and videos and photos of everyone else. she would make an account thats called “ghostgirl” or something and would get a few thousand followers because of her classic 80s style and would be super into mystery videos on youtube.
if the camp has electricity still, (i cannot remember if it does?) he would get the guys an xbox or playstation and teach them how to play. chet would love the sports games like madden and stuff. the guys would play a lot of competetive split screen games. they’d be totally obsessed with the new technology. sure there were tvs and some of the early video game consoles but it’s totally evolved from what it was when they were living.
he would bring xavier movies and books about film, and xavier would definitely be a film majoy type of guy in 2019 after he learns all about film shots and the crew would be super annoyed because anytime they tried watching a movie he would criticize it. they all hate slasher movies because there are so many based on their own experience and most of them are inaccurate, but xavier is really happy that he was made into a movie character and a total babe played him in all 3 movies of the main franchise.
i think he would get ray a lot of books, probably go to a used book store and buy him a ton of cheap books that’ll keep him busy for awhile. he just gives me the vibes that he would like reading, especially after he gets super bored and has nothing to do but read. he might even start writing his own books so bobby would bring him journals.
he would bring bertie new recipes and cook ware, help her start a garden even though they don’t have to eat, its something to keep her busy with. and she loves cooking for everyone because they can still taste food, it’s not the same as it was when they were alive but its still there. they like the little reminders like that.
i also think he would convince brooke to go back one year, and montana would hate her for living at first, because if brooke hadn’t killed her, then she would have grown up too. she’s angry in the beginning but would soon get over it because she’s almost happy where she is, she’s in love with trevor and she’s happy as she can be with him.
he’d get trevor some cheap workout equipment, like weights or something to work out his guns.
Summary: I died before I got to have sex for the first time. so I asked Tate to help out.
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I'm marina. I died in the murder house just a few years before Tate Langdon. I was the reason he came straight home after the shooting. he wanted to be with me. and now we're both dead and living in the dark house whose appearance was straight out of a movie.
How did I die? Well, that is definitely a morbid story. I was kidnapped and tied up in a bathtub in the basement. my kidnapper was arrested for a little girl's murder and they never found me because even though the house was his it wasn't under his name. they never thought to check here and I died of starvation and dehydration because the dumbass ghosts before me didn't help me escape. still kind of salty about it, but I don't bring it up much anymore.
Today I wanted to ask Tate for something special. I walked into his room. "Tate, I need to talk to you about something important. come out." I called out. he walked in just as I sat down. "hey okay so since I died I haven't really been able to do much. And I know you can agree with me." I said. he sat on the carpet and leaned back on his arms. "what's up?" he asked. I began to sweat. which you know is bad considering I'm literally a ghost. "what's wrong, Mar?" he asked, getting off the ground and walking to me. "uh so before I died I never got to lose my virginity." I said, embarrassed. Though I was embarrassed my trust in Tate never faltered it's the reason I was asking him and not Travis or someone else.
"Do you need my help?" he asked, genuinely. "yeah. I mean, you told me that you were a virgin too so i thought we could be each other's firsts." I said, hopeful. "okay. anything for my best friend." we i smiled at each other. he leaned in and kissed me softly and passionately. "do you know at all what you're doing?" I asked, pulling away for air. "I've watched porn so i know whats supposed to happen but other than that-" he shrugged. "its okay, we got this." I said causing him to giggle.
I took off my shirt. "Here, take off my bra." i said and leaned in to kiss him. he reached around my back with one hand and was able to get it off effortlesly. "okay damn that was some magic." I giggled, pulling my shorts down. he said up and I straddled him. "can i-" he looked down at my boobs. i followed his gaze. "of course." i said and he put both hands on my chest. they're pretty big. something I've always been insecure about. i could never wear a nice shirt without creeps looking at me or women shaming me out of jealousy.
"they're really pretty. like something you'd see on a Roman statue." he said, dropping his hands to my hips to look at them clearly. the way he treated them, the way he spoke about them and the way he looked at them helped my resentment toward them fade. he began kissing my neck as I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his dick. I imagine my hands were chilled to the touch because he flinched. "sorry. i don't really know how to fix that. they've been that way since I died." I smiled softly. "it's okay. just a bit of a surprise is all." he said, watching me as I lined it up with my entrance. he held me up and slowly let me down on it.
I put my hands on his bare shoulders and squeezed when I felt the pinch of my skin ripping, of my hymen breaking. my breath hitched. Tate was average size for a boy his age, which in my mind was perfect. "does it still hurt?" he asked, pulling me up again. "just a little." I admit. "let me know when it doesn't anymore?" he asked and I nodded as i began to move up and down, slowly, on my on.
"Okay, it feels better," I said in a quiet moan. I took his shirt off and lightly dragged my fingers down his torso. I moved faster, the both of us moaning in sync. "god, Tate. it feels so good." I whimpered, making intense eye contact. "say my name." he whispered into my ear. "Fuck, Tate." I moaned, squeezing my eyes closed out of pure pleasure. he breathed heavily against my skin. i leaned in closer and sucked his ear and trailed down to his neck, leaving sloppy kisses everywhere. "Marina, I'm close." he said and I nodded. "me too." I whined. "want me to try fingering you?" he asked, sweetly. I nodded and slowly took his dick out, causing me to let out an involuntary, quiet whimper.
i turned around so my back was on his chest. this was something i'd done before, so I guided him. i picked up his hand and brought it between my thighs and closer to my entrance. "when you're in deep enough, curl one of your fingers." i said. and he hummed in response. he thrust two fingers in and did as i instructed. he could reach so much deeper than i ever could on my own. i held his free hand in mine and squeezed it. "keep going." I said. i put one of his fingers on his free hand in my mouth and sucked on it. "wow, marina. you're so wet just for me." he said and started kissing my neck again. "Fuck, Tate im gonna cum." i whined. he thrust his fingers faster and deeper. then he reached the deepest he could and started rubbing my sweet spot. i let out the loudest moan i had no idea was possible and released all over his fingers.
he pulled his fingers out and licked them as i melted into his chest, trying to catch my breath. once I did, I turned around. "huh?" he hummed, confused. "you didn't finish. did you think I was going to let you leave without finishing?" I said and I began pumping his dick. his lips parted, watching me. i leaned up and kissed him as I pumped faster. he moaned into the kiss, turning me on even more. i put his dick in me again and I bounced faster and harder, digging my nails into his back. soon I felt him release into me and we dropped next to each other on the bed.
"I have never had sex before that but I know already, you're the best I'll ever have." I said, curling into his chest. "the feeling is mutual." he said, rubbing my back up and down.
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A week after i sent Reggie the picture and 'bragged' about Rory and i's new relationship, TMZ was making videos, BuzzFeed was making articles and we were content and looking forward to avoiding the drama.
we thought we would go to get coffee today. "it worked. I'm so shocked everyone actually fell for it." I said, walking in as Rory held the door for me. "i know right." he smiled. we walked up to the counter and ordered. but before I could get any words out, the girl behind the cashier interrupted me.
"omg are you, y/n y/l/n and Rory Monahan?" she asked. i looked at Rory, smiling. i nodded and Rory put his arm around my waist. "you two are so cute. I'm sorry your relationship was outed." she said. "we were going to confirm it anyway." Rory said. "so what would you guys like?" she asked. we ordered and sat down waiting for our order to come.
rory sat on the couch and I sat between his legs with my back to his chest. i noticed he was wearing a few rings today. the cafe was pretty empty. he had his phone in his free hand and his free hand laying on my stomach. i picked up his hand and examined his rings. he dropped my hand out of my grip and brought it up to my neck, squeezing lightly. i gasped quietly. "Rory?" i whispered, scolding him. he giggled and dropped his hand.
the barista called our names and we got up to pick up our orders. "can i take a picture with you guys?" she asked. we nodded in sync and posed with the girl. she snapped the picture. "thank you. have a nice day, come back some time." she said as we walked out of the cafe.
we walked back home, holding hands. "that was awesome. i like having a secret from our fans." I said, swinging our hands back and forth. "i know right? its so freeing." he joke and I smacked him. "I'm serious. since i started gaining a following, i've felt like i have zero privacy. not even when I'm back home with my family. everyone just happens to know where i live and even my mom feels unsafe at home." I said. "i know, I know. the same happened to me, in fact, its gotten worse since we started filming for this movie. and this, what we're doing takes away from the drama but not from the invasion of privacy." he said. i nodded.
one week later:
i set up a camera and walked over to rory, straddling him. "wow." he said. i draped my arms over his shoulders and kissed him, passionately. he leaned into it, pulling me closed. i pulled away and got off him and stopped the recording. i posted it on Instagram with the caption: quiet day.
"daily fake relationship fuel." i said, putting my phone down and looking back at him. "you cant just do that without warning." he laughed. i looked down and he had a boner. i started laughing. "no way. rory you're way too easy." I said. "shut up." he rolled his eyes and headed to the bathroom. "are you gonna go masturbate right now?" I asked. "no!" he yelled and slammed the door behind him. well it isn't possible to take a piss with a hard-on so he probably is gonna masturbate.
rory has moved in since filming ended and we've continued to fake the relationship. we've even gotten closer as friends, kissing for fun and pretty much, doing everything together.
as I walked to the kitchen i heard rory moaning in the bathroom. "rory. hurry up. come eat lunch with me." i said as i knocked on the bathroom door. "uh yeah i'll be out in a bit." he let out breathily. "don't hurt yourself, babe." i said and walked into the kitchen and started making the both of us sandwiches.
"hey so you want mayo?" i asked. he nodded, not saying a word. i giggled. "did i turn you on?" i asked. he looked up at me confused. "oh is this another thing we're gonna be doing like the makeouts?" he asked. "if you want to." i said, cutting the sandwiches in half. he nodded. "alright then." he said and took our food to the table.
we sat down next to each other. "our situation is sounding more like a friends with benefits." he said. "I mean, we are bestfriends who occasionally makeout. so yeah... i think." i said. "okay eat. you'll need it after your 'workout' in
the bathroom." i joked. he rolled his eyes.
after we finished eating, rory stayed back to do the dishes while I went to pick out my clothes to take a shower. i picked a pair of black shorts and a white tanktop to go with my dark green sneakers then i left it on my bed and grabbed my towel on my way to the bathroom.
i hopped in. soon i heard the door open. "hey can you hand me my soap? i left it on the counter by mistake." i called out to rory. "yeah." he said and he opened the glass door and handed me the soap. "so i thought we could go to the beach later today, maybe call up a few friends and have like, a little picnic around a fire?" i said, rubbing the soap all over myself with the door still open.
rory and sat down on the counter. "sounds good." he said. "want me to wash your hair?" I asked, dropping my arms to my side and rinsing off the soap. "kinda... yeah. just give me a sec." he said and began getting undressed. "grab your shampoo. i left it in the cabinet." i told him and pointed. he grabbed it and got into the shower in front of me and shut the door.
i soaked his hair and ran my hair through. "you weren't turned on earlier? when you came over and kissed me like that? we've made out before but never like that. you've never straddled me like that or caught me by surprise like that." he asked. "well i wasn't thinking about sex. i was thinking about keeping up the image of the relationship we fabricated. that doesn't mean i've never thought about you sexually. but in that moment I wasn't thinking about it." I said, massaging in the shampoo. he hummed in response. "like when we're making out in private, in my room or in the pool, that's when I'm thinking about sex." I said.
he turned around to face me. i looked into his eyes, my arms still up in his hair. his eyes trailed down to my still soapy body. he wrapped his arm around my thighs and picked me up. i moaned quietly as i wrapped my legs around his waist. "what about now?" he asked. i smiled. "take a step back and tilt your head back." i said, avoiding his question. he took a step back and i rinsed his hair.
when i was done I leaned down and began kissing his neck. "you know, pushing this off until now is gonna make this feel so much better." I whispered into his ear. he reached down and started rubbing my clit. i pulled away. "rory, please." I moaned. "you want me now?" he asked. i nodded.
he pressed my back against the glass wall and he lined his dick up with my entrance. he rubbed his tip on my slit, teasing me. "please, rory. i need you." I whimpered. he smirked, teasing me even more. "please rory. i promise I'll never tease you like that again." I begged. "thats what I wanted to hear baby." he said and he slowly thrust in causing my eyebrows to furrow in pleasure. he trusted slowly, sensually. "faster, baby." I begged. he did as i asked. we moaned in sync. i hooked my arms under his and latched them on his shoulders and dug my nails in. "does that feel good?" he asked. "it feels so good." I whimpered. "your dick feels so good baby." i wined. he thrust deeper and deeper every time. "I'm gonna cum, rory." I moaned, loudly, listening to the water drop and click against the ground.
i felt rory release just as i did and we both collapsed into each others arms, gasping for air. "lets do this again sometime?"
