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𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞 : john logan x fem!reader 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 : smut, its all smut, implied squirting, teasing, f! fingering, teasing, slapping. probably more. established relationship.

𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : you ask Logan for a very specific thing- and neither of you expected for him to like it so much.

𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐜𝐞 : 2.7k words 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲’𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 : so it started out as a Drabble, turned into this. enjoy I hope this turns all of you on and it turns into a masturbation session <33 @enchanthings [they deleted their blog :( ]

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KILL4ME

Pairings: Johnny Depp x Reader (and kind of x female!OC but that’s not the main focus of anything)

Summary: You’re a new actress trying to get your start. You end up getting your first role cast in a music video for Marilyn Manson’s “KILL4ME” music video but it turns out to be much more than you expected.

Warnings: SMUT (male x female, female x female)

A/N: 1) I made the reader straight with no prior female x female experiences. I don’t know why if I’m being honest but that’s how it is so please don’t come at me for it. 2) This is NOT how the film industry should work. If you’re trying to get into the industry, please stay safe, be responsible, and recognize red flags. Typically, randomly popping up pornographic requests is NOT professional or safe. This is just a fantasy I had while watching the music video and was written this way strictly for entertainment purposes.

Word Count: 5696

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This project requires nudity and sexual scenes. If you are not comfortable, do not apply.

The warning had been clear as day and yet, here you were, sitting in your car at the old mansion that was the filming site, nerves going off the charts and feeling less than comfortable with the imminent nudity and sexual scenes. You were an actor, you reminded yourself. This was the only job you’d landed since arriving in Los Angeles and, despite your promises to yourself and your family that you wouldn’t resort to full nudity for a project, there were bills that needed paying and your waitressing job wasn’t cutting it.

Besides, shouldn’t you be thrilled? This wasn’t just any music video you’d landed a role in but a music video for Marilyn Manson! He was a goth rock legend and you couldn’t hide your excitement when you’d found out who you’d been booked to work for.

But still, the nudity and sexuality made you uneasy. There hadn’t been a script or anything. Your only instructions were to come looking your best and with an open, ready to work mindset. So here you were, physically feeling like a million bucks but butterflies going crazy within.

Inhaling a deep, calming breath, you opened the door to your barely working 2008 Honda Civic, feeling even more self-conscious when you saw the other cars that were parked outside of the massive mansion were all beautiful and sleek, most of them black and very expensive looking.

Crew members stirred around outside, entering and exiting the house with lights and props and sound equipment, everything needed for the production. You walked through the large black door that led into the beautiful white mansion, opening into an equally fantastic interior. You audibly gasped, “This is beautiful…”

“Y/N?” A woman’s voice questioned from beside you and you spun quickly to face her, snapping out of your amazed daze.

“Yes.” You answered hastily.

She checked the clipboard in her hand, “Great, you’re right on time. Come right this way, we’re gonna get you into hair and makeup.” You were about to reply when she’d taken off down the hall without giving you a moment to speak so you followed, avoiding the moving equipment around you.

Before you knew it, you’d been whisked away into a small room that was full of makeup, hair styling tools, and costumes. Nobody told you what they were doing as they pulled your hair straight and did up your makeup, surprisingly simpler than you’d expected with just light eyeshadow and moderate eyeliner.

“Alrighty, now I’m gonna have you undress and put on that robe over there.” The man in charge of costumes directed.

Your brows furrowed, “How undressed?”

“All the way, sweetie. No panties, no bra. It’s all gotta go.” He must have seen the uneasy look on your face because he gave you an unsympathetic shrug, “You signed up for a nude project, hun. Welcome to Hollywood.”

“Y/N is here. I believe that’s it, Mr. Manson.” The same woman as earlier announced as you entered the room you were supposed to be briefed in. It took everything in your power to remain professional when you saw Marilyn Manson standing there, talking casually with another girl who you assumed to be a co-star.

Like you, his makeup was already done up and he was in full costume. His face was painted pale white with a black loop drawn across one half and his other half blank except for the unnaturally blue contact and dark panda-like eyeliner. His lips were stained bright red and you almost felt like you were looking at a picture of him online.

“Thank you, Yolanda.” None other than The Marilyn Manson (and yes, “The” was now an official part of his name in your mind) thanked the woman who you assumed to be an assistant. “Come on in, Y/N.” He beckoned you into the room and you tried to front your most professional, most confident face but the way you held your robe tight to your body gave you away.

“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Manson.” You came up, reaching to shake his hand, “It’s a real honor to get to work with you.” Kiss ass, you muttered to yourself.

Instead of shaking your hand, he simply waved his hand in the air, “Ah, the pleasantries. I hope it will be a pleasure to work with you as well.”

You retracted your extended hand awkwardly, unsure of whether or not that was a blow off or him just being mysterious and cool, and scuttled to stand with the other girl. She was beautiful and blonde, tall and thin. Model-esque. You felt insecure next to her, especially in front of someone as influential as Manson. You were just you, an inexperienced actress-to-be, on her first professional job with a bunch of people who definitely knew their way around a camera.

“Alright, so I know you came here with minimal details,” Marilyn began, a weirdly neutral look on his very painted face, his tone flat and low. It was hard to read him with his contacts in. “Hopefully, that’s a good sign this will work well. You’re both willing to take risks. You’re flexible. Well, I’m here to give you the details. As you know, there is nudity and sex required for this video. It will be between you two,” You stiffened up awkwardly as he gestured all too casually between the two of you, “And my old friend here.”

On cue, none other than Johnny Depp walked into the room. Your jaw visibly hit the floor. There is no fucking way. “Hello.” He greeted with a smile, the same smile that you’d seen millions of times in his movies that you’d binged every so often.

Were you the only one feeling so shocked? Why the hell was the actress next to you so calm? Why was Johnny so calm? You were about pretend to fuck Johnny fucking Depp!

Johnny stepped forward to shake your hand, “I’m Johnny, nice to meet you,” He introduced politely.

Starstruck, you took his hand, “Y/N. It’s nice to meet you as well.” Then he leaned down and kissed your hand, actually kissed your hand like a fucking gentleman, eyes never leaving yours. God, the way he looked up at you through his strands of middle parted 90’s hair… it was enough to make your breath catch.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, he moved from you to the girl next to you, “I’m Marie.” She responded to his introduction politely. He brought her hand to his lips as well but, maybe you were crazy - just imagining some fantasy, but it felt detached and fast when he did it to her.

“Great, well now that we all know each other,” Marilyn interjected as Johnny moved back to stand by his friend, “I’ll continue. I’ve already shot my parts so I’ll be here to direct you if needed but I want this as natural as possible. Aside from a few artistic shots, I need this to be raw, primal, and absolutely fucking filthy.”

You and Marie listened on in intent silence, soaking in his every word. But you found it hard to focus when, out of the corner of your eye, you saw Johnny eyeing you. No, no, it couldn’t be. He was probably just zoned out behind you.

***

A few hours later, all of the artistic shots had been done. There were shots of you pulling up thigh high stockings that clipped onto the garter belts hanging from your nearly sheer black underwear and having a leather corset tightened tightly on your back, cinching your waist smaller than you’d ever seen it. You had put on massively high heels and large, luxurious costume jewelry.

Even though the outfit could be seen as objectifying, you’d never felt more confident or powerful in your life. After your last shot of just your nearly bare thighs, you were dismissed momentarily so Marie could film her sections.

You walked over to your bag and took out a water bottle, not realizing how much this took out of you, running the same seemingly simple shots over and over again under blaring lights. “How long have you been acting?”

Oh God. It was him.

You turned to see Johnny standing next to you, very close, much closer than was considered polite distance but not so close that you felt suffocated. He looked gorgeous, hair hanging perfect from his beautiful tan skin. Earrings hung from his lobes, dangling just slightly. His white button up shirt was only buttoned half way, showing off his smooth, toned chest that barely showed any signs of his older age (not that he was ancient but he was definitely on your list of celebrities over 45 that you would let rail you). But the cherry on top was the eyeliner. The fucking eyeliner. It took you back to so many of his characters that you’d fallen in love with but with the white shirt and earrings, you were getting almost a refined Jack Sparrow crossed with Sweeney Todd feeling and God you’d never been so turned on by a pirate/ serial killer.

“You okay?” He asked, and you blinked rapidly, totally horrified that you’d been staring.

“Oh! Sorry! Um, this is my first real shoot, actually. You know how Hollywood is…” You chuckled awkwardly, reaching your hand around to rub your neck. Of course, he knew how Hollywood was, stupid! You cursed yourself, hoping you didn’t sound as dumb as you felt.

He leaned a hand up against the wall, “Yeah, I know how that is. But don’t worry, this is a great place to start.” He reassured, looking away at the set oh so casually. Your eyes trailed up his arm that had planted itself just beside you on the wall. Was he really doing what you thought he was doing?

No! He was Johnny Depp. He could have whichever woman he wanted at the bat of an eyelash. Why would he want you?

“Y/N! We’re ready for your scene with Marie!” The director called to you from behind the camera and you perked up.

“I better go.” You nodded over to the set, walking away awkwardly, almost scared that you be perceived as rude for having to do your job.

He chuckled and waved you on. This made you blush bright red and turn to run off to set.

You found yourself directed to a bed, “All right,” The director began, Marilyn standing directly next to him, hand on his chin as he watched his vision be brought to life, “Now, first, we’re going to get shots of you making out. I need it hot, I need it passionate. I don’t care if you’ve never kissed a girl before, make it look like you have. Next, we’re going to do totally nude shots of you grinding.”

Your eyelids fluttered slightly in shock at what he said. Okay, you could do that, you hyped yourself up.

Before you knew it, you were lying on the bed, Marie on top of you. Her soft lips were against yours and her nails raked gently down your throat, sending shocks down your body. Even though you were acting, it was hard to separate the feelings that arose, regardless of your sexuality. It had been a long time since anyone had touched you like this. Your hands tangled in her hair and your eyes were screwed shut.

“Cut!” The director yelled and Marie immediately pulled back, snapping out of character and back into her over-professional attitude. You, on the other hand, needed a brief moment to pull out of character. After just a second, you pushed yourself up onto your elbows, Marie still straddling you. Your breasts filled the tight push up bra you wore but you felt surprisingly comfortable in it, even around all these people. That was, until you glanced over to see Johnny standing beside Marilyn, at first looking at a monitor and reviewing footage, but then over at you, his gaze stuck on your accentuated chest.

Your face flushed red as you quickly looked away, not seeing the amused smirk that graced his face. Little did you know, he was very aware of what he was doing and very pleased with your reaction.

“That was perfect. Now we’re gonna move onto the sex scenes.” He waved you and Marie over and you obeyed once she climbed off your torso.

Marilyn and Johnny too came over, completing the small group. Marilyn spoke, “Now you knew there was sex and nudity and I’m very pleased with how this is turning out,” He paused, giving you both a very serious look, “But now, I’m going to ask something of you that you probably aren’t comfortable with. Usually with sex scenes, there’s fabric in place to hide cocks and shit but I don’t want any of that. It distracts actors from the scene and there’s always the issue of whether or not you see it. I want raw, I want primal, I want absolutely fucking filthy.”

He was quiet for a moment, waiting for you and Marie to piece together his request, but filling in the rest when he saw both of your professional exteriors crack in confusion, “I want you to all actually fuck. Only if you’re comfortable with it but if you’re not you’ll be paid for the work you’ve done and we’ll find someone to replace you.”

You nearly choked, “Like… porn? You want this to be porn?” Johnny chuckled to himself, seeing your embarrassed, nervous reaction. You were so cute.

He looked pensive for just a moment before nodding, “Yeah, I suppose so.” He answered bluntly, “Like I said, only if you’re comfortable with it but, if not, you’ll be fired for the rest of the video.”

Oh God, were you really about to agree to porn? Like actual fucking porn? Three way porn at that! But three porn with Johnny Depp…. It was the one thing you told yourself you wouldn’t do. But then again, your rent was due in two weeks and you were $300 short. “I’m in.” You answered, almost regretting it immediately.

“Me too.” Marie agreed, long arms crossed across her chest.

“Good. Now let’s get to it.”

The lesbian sex scene had gone by relatively hitch free, save for a few awkward placement issues. Marie, being straight as an arrow, had no clue what she was doing, and you too were inexperienced in the department but with a little direction, the scene was finished.

She knelt on her knees, holding your naked hips up and grinding your bare core against her own. Your eyes were closed, trying to remember every previous sexual encounter and porno you’d seen to try and make the sexiest faces and the sexiest form.

Johnny couldn’t take his eyes off you as you writhed on the bed, completely naked and grinding up against another beautiful woman. Everything about you looked so authentic but innocent but dirty. He found himself craving you in the most unprofessional ways as he watched your breasts bounce with every roll of your hips.

When the scene was over, you nearly jumped off the bed and rushed for your robe. You were embarrassingly wet right now, the eye contact you’d made with Johnny while having your clit rubbed was just absolutely intoxicating and you were just thankful that you were able to control yourself enough to not get your juices all over Marie.

As they changed the scene around, you stood beside Johnny and Marilyn. “Method actor?” He asked.

You cocked an eyebrow, “What do you mean?”

“You looked pretty into the scene up there. Wonder what you were thinking about…” He continued. Your heart was in your throat. His tone was dark and sultry and implied exactly what he thought you were thinking about and boy was he correct. “As a method actor myself, I completely understand your… position.”

Johnny looked down at you, his dark eyes unyielding as he dove into your very soul and could see you every fantasy.

“Okay! Everyone on set!”

Ignore the cameras, you screamed at yourself. You’re not doing porn, you’re just having a threesome with Johnny Depp and some girl named Marie. Yeah, that was a convincing story to tell yourself. Just relax in this totally normal situation. Pfft, as if.

But you were an actress. Then something occurred to you, the ghost of a voice spoke to you. It was actually words spoken by Johnny in an old interview you’d seen him do, words that had stuck with you as a foundation in your training: “The most important thing that an actor needs to do is not to act, but to react. That’s what it is all about, and you do one of the most difficult things in the world, which is to just be–to be in the state of being.”

Just relax. React to the scene. Be in the scene. Hell, this wasn’t even a scene anymore. This was a secret fantasy you’d never known you’d had coming to life. There wasn’t even any acting involved. So just be.

“Action!”

Immediately in character, you caressed Marie sexually, hands running along her sides as you nipped along her neck. Now that you were the dominant character, her scantily clad body was putty in your hands. Your teeth raked along her skin and you felt her shudder beneath your touch, brushing her long blonde hair over her shoulder.

Then a quiet metallic sound drew your attention. You and Marie both looked over towards the ornate door to see Johnny standing there, looking in through the gold grated peephole.

Marie looked at you, her eyes full of question. Should you let him in? Honestly, you weren’t sure if your characters knew who he was. No! Stop, you’re not playing a character now. You’re you. You are the character.

You chewed your lip seductively and walked over, legs crossing and hips rocking as your heels clicked on the hardwood floor. You reached down, perfectly manicured fingers gripping the handle delicately and unlocked the door. Before he could even get ahold of his surroundings, you had him by the collar and pulled him in. He could play all the sexy flirty games he wanted, but right now, you were in control and you were going to make him want you more than anything, even if it all was just for the camera.

His hands found your hips immediately as he attempted to steady himself but, gosh, all he wanted to do was take you here and now, preferably without Marie or the cameras, but he figured that if that’s what it took to fuck you, he was more than willing to compromise.

You pulled him in, your lips finally crashing against his. At first, he was hesitant but only for half a second, before he returned the kiss with even more fervor than you’d gone in with. Marie came up on his side and nibbled his ear, hands roaming up and down his chest between your very close bodies.

Johnny pulled back from this kiss and twisted just enough to snake an arm around Marie’s thin body and led her to face you. Then his hands came to firmly hold the back of each of your necks and forced your faces together, pressing you and the other woman to kiss. You both complied obediently, a strange mix of submissively and dominantly, like you were submitting to him but then fighting between the two of you.

Her lips moved graciously against yours, smooth and soft. It was so much more different than kissing a man. This felt delicate still despite the absolute filth that was ensuing. Her hand shot out to hold you by the jaw and pulled you in roughly, Johnny’s hand almost not needing to do anything.

He watched in amazement as the two of you obeyed his every physical command, the way you both looked so lost in each other. He knew you were straight just by interacting with you earlier but you could have had him fooled now.

This wasn’t the first time he’d been in threeway with two other girls but this was definitely the hottest one. Before, it was all just to see if he could pull it off and then just to have the novelty of having girls bend to his will but this was different. You were different. He couldn’t really explain it but he was completely enamored by you. An air of innocence surrounded you from the moment he set eyes on your otherworldly beauty but the saw in your eyes a fire that burned with the ability to be more than that. He was determined to see just how hot that fire burned.

He pulled you and Marie apart before bringing her to kiss him. While he did, his free hand absentmindedly groped your chest, your breasts spilling from the top of your push up bra. A twinge of jealousy went through you as you watched them kiss, although you knew how irrational it was. They were actors. You were too. There was nothing personal about this. But, for some unexplainable, unprofessional reason, there was for you.

You slinked behind the older man like a cat and ran your fingertips ever so gently across his closed shoulders and down his biceps. They trailed down his sides as his body moved from the intense makeout session with Marie before coming around to tease over his growing bulge. In his black well fitting pants.

His body tensed ever so slightly, barely noticeable except to you two, when your hand made contact with his erection. You smirked to yourself, a dark, sexy smile, the kind of smile you’d expect to see in a twisted Tim Burton film. You were finally the mysterious gothic beauty you’d always imagined yourself as in all of his stories.

With swift fingerwork and a quick, almost too skilled, flick of your wrist, you had Johnny’s belt whipped off him and held firmly in your hands. He pulled Marie off of him and shoved her roughly onto the bed, undoing the buttons of his shirt as you walked in circles around him, trailing your gaze up and down his perfect body and dragging the leather of his belt on his torso and thighs as you did so.

The way you looked at him, like a lioness about to devour her prey, made Johnny feel like he was on fire. You seemed so in control and confident and you had a way of touching him, as if you knew exactly what made him tick. It was intoxicating.

His shirt was unbuttoned in a matter of seconds and without warning, he had you pressed back against the mattress as well. He crawled over your body, rolling his hips just right against your clothed core. A small, quiet whisper of a moan escaped your lips at the sudden, well placed contact.

Your hands tangled into his hair as you pulled him down to you, forcing his head into your neck. He kissed and sucked and nipped and licked just right, like he had a map to your body. You were embarrassingly wet from just kissing and you secretly prayed that nobody noticed but you were too lost in the moment to do anything about it.

Your leg wrapped around his waist and pulled him into you again. “Fuck…” His voice was a raspy, low whisper, said just loud enough for you three to hear.

Johnny kissed down your neck and across your breasts, moving over to Marie’s chest, which he dove into with full force. She squirmed and moaned beside you as he assaulted her perfect breasts. You rolled over as far as you could and caught her lips in yours, swallowing her moans.

That was, until Johnny’s hand trailed down to rub your core. You gasped into Marie’s full lips and rolled your hips into his hand, begging for more. Suddenly, he sat back onto his heels and grabbed your hips roughly, flipping you over onto all fours like he’d done it a million times before. “Ah!” You squealed slightly at the sudden action.

He climbed off the bed and knelt just behind you, palms rubbing over your ass and admiring every inch of you. Marie adjusted to sit just in front of you, legs spread to reveal her bare vagina before you. You weren’t sure when she’d lost her underwear but low and behold here you were face to face with all she had to bear. You’d never eaten a girl out before but you’d seen enough porn and fooled around with yourself enough to know what might work as a good start.

Cautiously, you started a few kitten licks to her clit, noticing every flinch or shudder that left her lips. Just as you began to get the hang of it, there was a loud rip as you felt the fabric of your panties be literally torn from your body. You gasped loudly, looking back behind you to see Johnny with his tongue between his teeth, admiring your body.

Johnny ran his surprisingly soft hands up and down your ass before dragging his fingertips through your already dripping folds. You moaned against Marie’s clit, her hands pulling on your hair, as his fingers circled your clit. You pressed your hips back against him, begging for more, and he was more than happy to oblige.

Before you knew it, the three of you were a tangle of limbs. At all times, you were being touched by someone, whether it was groping your chest, your ass, or your pussy, but it was always a game trying to figure out who it was. The heat was becoming unbearable and you were grateful for the lack of clothing. Your body was slicked in sweat, both yours and Johnny’s mostly.

He’d taken a clear preference to you and you almost felt bad for Marie but you didn’t feel too bad, seeing as how your lifelong fantasies were coming true. When someone was touching you, it was almost always Johnny, although he didn’t let his bias completely ruin the shot. He was a professional after all.

Soon, after at least ten minutes of blind fingering and hand jobs, you found yourself straddling Johnny as he lied naked on the bed. This was it, the moment you actually had sex with Johnny Depp. He held his large erection in one hand, guiding it to your entrance and then moved his hands to grip your hips tightly, lowering you down onto this length.

“Oh my… fuck-” You hissed out, throwing your head back as you adjusted to him. You’d never felt so full before, so complete. Without even moving, he made you feel absolutely incredible.

He chuckled sexily below you, loving your reaction. This whole scene had been a game with you, fighting for who was seducing who, who was in charge, but here he was finally proving it was him.

You steadied yourself on his chest, soft hands splayed out against his surprisingly taught, tattooed skin. To look at him like this, you never would have guessed how much older he was than you. He could pass for a very handsome man in his thirties easily.

You swiveled your hips experimentally and clenched your walls around his cock. Johnny sucked in a sharp breath as his fingertips dug harshly into your skin, sure to leave little bruises in their place. You looked down and locked eye contact with him through your long eyelashes, your hair disheveled and hanging in your face sexily, as you squeezed your muscles around him yet again and moved your hips.

“Fucking hell.” He groaned out beautifully, short nails digging crescents into your skin. His grip moved to cup your ass cheeks from below, grabbing them firmly and moving you up and down until you found a pace that worked for both of you.

Marie lied on the bed beside Johnny, one leg strewn across his chest and the other behind your bouncing body, as she toyed with her clit with one hand and fingered herself with the other.

You reached down to play with her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples between your soft fingertips but the action was half hearted at best. All you could focus on was how Johnny felt inside you, hitting all the right spots. How you had him at your will just as much as you were at his. His hair was strewn around his face on the pillows like a damn god, his eyeliner smeared every so slightly from the sweat. His eyes screwed shut every now and then but otherwise, he looked at you like no other man had ever looked at you before.

He reached between your bodies and found your clit, rubbing it in small, tight circles. Your walls began to clench uncontrollably as you felt your orgasm nearing. Your back arched as you leaned back, moving your hands to rest on his thighs as you rose and fell on his length. Marie leaned down, attaching her lips to your perked nipples and biting one gently, licking over the skin to soothe it before doing it again.

Johnny reached down to finger her roughly as she ravaged your breasts. You continued to bounce, the new angle hitting that perfect spot inside you. “I’m gonna-” Marie whined out, her voice high and seductive.

You nodded quickly, eyes screwed shut, “Me too!” You exclaimed, trying with all your might to stave off your orgasm for as long as possible but the pleasure was just building up too much.

“Cum for me.” Johnny demanded from both of you and that was all it took for you to crash over the edge. Hot flashes stroke across your body in electric waves as your body failed to keep moving. He continued to lift your body for you, helping you ride out your high but his fingers dug tightly into your skin when your walls spasmed uncontrollably around him.

“Fuck!” Marie whined out, her legs shaking against Johnny’s body as she came.

You reluctantly rolled off Johnny’s body when you felt him lift you off and rested off to the side, breathing heavily while you recovered. He got up onto his knees next to you and stroked himself quickly, aggressively, using your slick to glide his hand across his erection, before painting Marie’s body in white ribbons.

“And cut!” The director’s voice yelled out, harshly returning you from your daydream. Your eyes suddenly snapped as wide as a deer caught in headlights as the studio lights flicked on around you and the crew was visible again. The reality of everything came crashing down on you. Shit, that wasn’t some secret fantasy in your head. That was a pornographic threesome with Johnny Depp and some woman named Marie!

You glanced over to the more experienced actress and breathed out a sigh of relief to see her looking the same way you did, completely shocked and a little disappointed at what you’d agreed to, but too pleased and amazed at what you’d just done to care too much before.

Johnny, on the other hand, looked like he was already recovering with a cool exterior. He’d already begun climbing off the bed to get his clothes back on, leaving you and Marie alone on the bed to register what had happened.

“Fuck me, that was hot.” Marilyn stepped onto the set, completely comfortable and practically ignoring the fact that he’d just watched his best friend fuck two women. You blushed a bright red. Great, you forgot that Marilyn Manson now would have the image of you fucking in his memories for forever. Not exactly the impression you typically went for in Hollywood… Or was it?

The director watched over the footage, “They looked like they were enjoying themselves a little too much.” He snorted, pointing out something on the screen to Marilyn and you just prayed that it wasn’t a funny face you made in the heat of the moment.

Marilyn waved him off, “No such thing as too much fun with sex, Paul.”

Even though the crew were all doing their various jobs, you were convinced that every eye was on you. WIth a beet red face, you slinked out of the bed, hands covering your breasts and keeping your thighs as close together as you could, trying to shield your nudity from the room. It wasn’t that you were ashamed of your body, it was just the feeling of being so exposed to a room full of strangers that made the blood rush to your face.

You rushed around, trying to pick up whatever small scrap of clothing you could identify as yours. On the ground, beside the bed, was a crumpled heap of thin stringy black fabric. Your underwear! “Thank God!” You murmured to yourself, bending down to pick it up, only to have it fall in two, rendered unwearable.

Your face dropped when you saw it and sighed, starting to become more comfortable in your naked skin but more so because you had no other choice at the moment. Could you even request clothing from the crew? Where did your actual clothes end up? Why did you even think that was a ridiculous request to want your clothes back?

Just as you dropped the shredded underwear, ready to find a crew member and get your clothes back, you heard Johnny chuckle, low and sexy behind you, “You’re a great method actor,” He complimented with a wink and slight smirk, knowing damn well what he meant, the nonchalance of his entire being making you dumbfounded, “Perhaps, we could do this again under less professional circumstances.”

And with the invitation, said in the most casual way - as if inviting you for coffee, he pushed the last button through the loop of his pristine white button up, and walked to find his best friend, leaving you standing on set, naked, clutching the underwear he’d literally ripped from your body just minutes earlier, eyes on his majestic figure and trying to comprehend what the fuck just happened.

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FIRST TIME - BILLY HARGROVE X READER (18+)

word count: 6359 // masterlist | inbox (please request ! ) | WIP list

summary: after a year long relationship that yielded nothing more than a few pathetic pecks on the lips, you venture out to get kissed. It's a stroke of cosmic luck that the man who chooses to kiss you is one of Hawkins's hottest.

Contents/Warnings: afab!reader, smut (18+), kissing, makeouts, fingering, brief oral sex (m receiving), brief mentions of virginity/virgin kink

A/N: this is special for many occassions! first, because I actually started and finished something that i haven't had sitting in my drafts for two years! second, because i'm finally back into the swing of things with stranger things and billy to boot. and third, because i hit 1K!!!!!! thank you so so much for helping me hit this milestone, it feels insane and i'm so ready to celebrate! i'm planning on a little writing event to celebrate even more but for now enjoy 6.3K of nasty billy smut <3

reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! your feedback motivates me to write more, so thank you for your support :-)

sc3ptre

i’m begging like on my hands and knees for more i would’ve done that sober please please please it was like so amazing you are so talented keep it up!!

I hate being sober

Pairing: Dean Di Laurentis x childhood best friend!reader

⟡ Main Index | ⟡ Archive for Earth-66

☆ Read part 1 here!!

a/n: Big thank yous all around for your patience. I hope you guys enjoy this part! Let's all be responsible readers and keep some tissues nearby. Don't blow your snot on your shirts and keep your underwear on!!

Classification: Smut +18 | Alcohol consumption at a college party (background), confrontation, insecurity and anxiety around sexual performance and orgasm, references to a past bad relationship, emotional vulnerability, fear of rejection or disgust from a partner, overthinking and anxiety in romantic/sexual communication, sensory deprivation, mild nipple play, oral sex, conversations during sex/talking you through it and praise, unprotected p-in-v, creampie, mild cum play??, multiple intense orgasms, crying during sex and aftercare and past references.

Word count: 14 k

Divider by me ;)

sc3ptre

I absolutely loved your last Dean story!! I was wondering if you would be able to write about a reader who has never been able to finish, with herself or anyone else, and dean helps her learn.

Beautiful writing!

I would've done that sober

Pairing: Dean Di Laurentis x childhood best friend!reader

⟡ Main Index | ⟡ Archive for Earth-66

☆ Read part 2 here!!

a/n: Well that was long, but such a delight to write and soooo so sexy

Classification: Smut +18 | Talks of ex's and sexual dysfunction/insecurity, emotional vulnerability, recreational drug use (NOT DURING SEX), dry humping/grinding, getting caught, fingering, tension and arousal descriptions, orgasm, praise and partial undressing/lingerie.

Word count: 12k

Divider by me ;)

rafesteddy

𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓣𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓼 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚍-𝙷𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜

𝒸𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑒𝑔𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝒸𝓀𝑒𝓎!𝓇𝒶𝒻𝑒 𝓍 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

3.7K words

c/w ᝰ.ᐟ viral trends: if you were athletic, what sport would you play? brat!reader, teasing, oral sex (m. receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v, multiple orgasms, spanking, praise, pet names (baby, pretty, princess, bunny, good girl + no y/n), rough-ish sex + ‧˚꒰🍨꒱ #bruised male ego ₊˚⋆

“Pissin’ me off. You know that?” He looks over at you with a scowl. You give him a little face and he rolls his eyes, blowing out a frustrated breath.

He looks back at the tv screen, lifting the spoon to his lips, eating a little ice cream, trying to act like he's not rolling that stupid question you had over ten different ways.

His arm is wrapped around your shoulders still, lying lazily on the back of the couch, but his body angles away slightly like the suggestion of “pissed-off-boyfriend”. Just enough for you to notice—just enough for you to snort to yourself.

He shakes his head to himself, still finding it irritating several minutes after the fact. You scoop another bite into your mouth, feeling his eyes follow the movement.

You keep your attention fixed on the television with the most innocent expression you can manage, determined not to acknowledge the giant sulking hockey captain sitting mere inches away from you.

The silence drags on for another few seconds before he finally shakes his head.

bnwrittes

player A11 prompt C8

Home is wherever you are

SUMMARY: Four-year-old Noah is still struggling to understand why Vancouver is no longer home. During Minnesota’s family day, an overly curious reporter asks him a question no child should ever have to answer—and Quinn makes it clear that his son is not part of the media’s story.

WC: 2.9k

WARNINGS:I nappropriate question directed at a child, anxiety surrounding relocation, protective dad Quinn, emotional child, comfort, happy ending

Requested: Quinn Hughes + A reporter accidentally asks your child an inappropriate question during family day

mylittleteddybear

♡⋆. Oscar's favourite position | Landoscar

✮⋆˙ warning: smut, MDNI!!! Bottom!Oscar Top!Lando (yes i also believe in bottom oscar piastri supremacy 🫦👈 @osctwink ) and Sub!reader

✮⋆˙ summary: landoscar x f!reader, – it's almost 3k word of full smut – just smut with no plot bc i'm horny (also let's pretend Lando messed up a race)

✮⋆˙ a/n: pleeease let me know if i messed up English and tell me if you liked it!! i want to contribute so much to the landoscarxreader

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .ᐟ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

Oscar came out of the bathroom; droplets of water on his torso made his skin glow under the warm lights of their shared bedroom. A towel tucked around his waist but low enough to see his V-line.

His eyes met them. Lando and his girl making out laying on the bed, moaning into each other's mouths. Oscar stopped moving to enjoy the view displayed in front of him, the 81 shirt you wore made his heart melt.

You were feeling the soft touch of Lando's hand over your thigh, his bracelets tickling your skin. Lando was craving intimacy after a bad race, he wanted to be comforted, to be in your embrace to have nothing else on his mind.

"Couldn't wait for me, I see"

Lando removed himself from you to look at his boyfriend, the winner of today's grand prix. There was a slight bit of sadness in his eyes; they didn't talk that much since they left the paddock. You could feel a light touch of awkwardness between them.

"You did your best" As if Oscar could read his mind "I'll stand next to you on Monza"

Lando gave a half-smile, the younger driver leaned into the bed and cupped his cheeks and he parted his lips with his thumb and softly took them between his own.

Oscar could feel the older boy relax into the kiss, the older's hands travelled across his abs. Lando broke the kiss for an instant, his eyes examining up and down the body in front of him.

"Did you gain some abs?"

"Like what you see?" He grinned.

"Shut up"

And they were lost in each-other's touch again, and as much as you loved seeing your boyfriends in love, you couldn't bear the feeling building up between your thighs.

"Hmm Hmm" You coughed to get their attention.

"Someone feels left out?" Lando smirked.

The aussie immediately came by your side, tucking your hair behind your ear and kissed your jaw, your neck, leaving kisses down your body, passed your navel to end up between your thighs.

"My favourite pair" he whispered, he glanced at you waiting for your approval before kissing over your panties.

"Make room for me will yah" Lando said putting his hands on his boyfriend's nape "You want both of our tongue baby ?" He pecked your knee as Oscar thrown your panties on the floor.

You nodded, your breath stuck in your throat, eager to know how their mouth would feel on your most private parts.

"So pretty" Oscar mumbled to himself, he brushed his fingers over your pussy sending shivers down your spine "she's already so wet" he beamed looking at the boy next to him.

"You just want a tongue all over your pussy, don’t you sweetheart?" Lando settled himself next to Oscar, their shoulders pressing together. You felt a wet and warm feeling on your folds and heard a small moan, the sound muffled into your core.

And then, another feeling: a gentle kiss on your clit, kitten licks all over in circles. Oscar was teasing your bud over and over while Lando's tongue was lapping at your entrance.

Oscar must have felt the way his boyfriend was slurping all of your taste. He brought his tongue to your entrance and made his way along Lando, who moved up to your clit. The groan coming from their throats sent vibrations straight to your pussy.

"Mh can't get enough off her– taste so good mh"

You felt their hands spreading your thighs to stop them from crushing their heads. The heavy wet sounds they did made your head spin; you looked down and saw their tongue brushed against one another. And soon they were French kissing, Lando's lips tucked between Oscar's.

You locked your fingers through their hair, tingling strands gently. Lando removed himself from between your thighs and pushed Oscar delicately next to you. The towel around the younger's waist was almost undone, his happy trail poking out. But nothing could hide the evident erection that built a tent with the tissue.

You crashed your lips into Oscar's, tasting yourself in his mouth, you feel his hips jerk up slightly.

"Uh uh someone's horny" Lando chuckled, taking off his shirt.

"Says the guy who's been begging me all day to suck me off" His cheeks changed into a light shade of pink at the memory of today's event before the race.

The brit grabbed the towel, and stared at his lover who nodded. Nicely trimmed, his dick was red and heavy on his abs. You kissed his pink cheeks one last time

"Gotta congratulate my race winner" you beamed as you got down on him.

You kissed the tip of his head, tasting the sweet precum coming out from it. You started with slow and wet strokes of your tongue.

"What are you waiting for" Oscar grinned staring at his teammate.

Lando's tongue was brushing yours while Oscar's cock was between both your mouth. He seized the sheets, holding his breath, trying to smother his moans. That was so much like him, every time trying to stay compose, shyness to be so sensitive because of your touches.

"Fuuck "

And of course, it takes a little time to break him into a whimpering mess. Lando focused on the base lapping the underside of his cock as you wrapped your soft lips around the head.

Sliding your mouth down his cock, you felt his veins against your tongue. Taking him as deep as you could. Oscar's hands flying into the curly-headed boy, Lando's tongue wet on his balls.

"Aah– You should– mngh– stop I– I'll be too soon"

You both obliged, giving your boyfriend one last slow lick from the bottom to the top of his cock. Lando lay down next to him and brought his lips to his tenderly.

"I'm first you're second?" He asked while taking hold of your waist to guide you over his lap. Lando moved your hips grinding himself into you to release the burning feeling. Oscar gave his dick fast and needy strokes, focused on your pussy wetting his teammate's cock, begging to be stuffed full.

"Can you keep my shirt on?" The younger asked.

"Why?" The older frowned.

"What do you mean why?"

"Last time it was yours too" Lando pouted, "when will it be my time?"

"Jealous?" You smirked, rolling your hips to feel Lando's tip rubbing against your clit. Oscar chuckled glancing at the boy next to him.

"Uh yeaaaah duh" He raised you up for a second and slid you down on his cock in one thrust. A cry escaped your mouth.

You wore his teammate's shirt? As you want, but he's making you HIS, only being able to scream HIS name, the only one to make you cum while Oscar could just watch.

His thrusts were hard and needy, fucking his cock deep into you. His cock deep into your pussy with every up and down.

"Fuck– you're beautiful" Lando moaned as he rested his arms behind his head, admiring your body and how you look so needy for him.

Oscar's eyes were lost on the dick appearing and disappearing inside of you. He reached his left hand where both of his lovers were connected to rub soft circles on your clit while his right hand was pumping fast on his throbbing cock.

Oscar's fingers, Lando pushing up against your core, your body shivering with sensitivity.

"Yes– Yeah–! –mmh Lando"

You sank down and your thighs trembled. Unable to keep your rhythm, the boy underneath you grabbed your hips probably leaving bruises later from the tight hold. Oscar closed his eyes, listening to both of your moans, the wet sounds coming from your connection made him lose his mind.

"Can't wait to have you on my dick"

You felt every inch stretching you, craving fullness, but your sensitive pussy made you lose any rational thoughts. His cock hitting that sweet spot relentlessly.

"Oh my –god –fuuuck" a pornographic moan pulled out of your mouth. You felt your pussy contracting around his dick, a build up sensation ready to explode in your stomach.

Lando chased his own orgasm, using you for his pleasure, fucking his dick hard into your pulsating pussy. His hair sticking on his forehead, glancing at the boy next to him pumping himself furiously.

It was too much, and you clenched around the older boy, moaning his name again and again as you came.

Lando stopped abruptly. Not fucking you through it as usual. You felt betrayed, your orgasm stolen from you. Oscar opened his eyes. His own soon-to-be orgasm shut down. He met your frustrated look and raised an eyebrow to the brit next to him.

"I've an idea" he grinned, an interrogating look on Oscar face. He carefully lifted you up leaving an empty feeling inside you. Though you were sensitive, not coming properly made you eager for more.

"Did you prep?" Lando said looking at his boyfriend. Oscar blinked, taken aback.

"Well no... remember we had a race 3 hours ago"

Lando manhandled you to lay on your back with a kiss on your forehead.

"On your knees" he commanded to his teammate. Oscar came between your legs, resting his arms on each side of your hips. "Good boy"

You all have been together for so long, but he still felt incredibly shy and exposed in front of you; he lowered his upper body so he could hide his face in your stomach.

Lando stood behind him, licking his lips. He could see his boyfriend's cock dangling in front of him, so milkable. He bit his lips and looked at you

"Can you grab the lube baby?" he said pointing to the night table with his chin. You reached out for the tube, cherry flavour Oscar's favourite. Lando took it from your hands and spread a good amount on his fingers.

Oscar felt the pressure of Lando's fingers, he pushed slowly past the tight ring of muscle. You curled your fingers in Oscar's hair as he rested his forehead on your thighs. The boy relaxed in your arms, allowing Lando to slide his fingers gently into him.

You moved your hand down, touching yourself to the boys in front of you. The younger one quickly removed your hand to replace it with his mouth. You gasped as you felt him moan into your pussy.

Lando added a second finger, grinding them inside, and soon found his boyfriend's sweet spot. He pressed down on it and massaged it with every thrust.

Oscar bit your thighs to muffle a moan, precum dripping down the sheets beneath him. The older boy was knuckles deep inside him and every time his fingers sank he loosened a bit.

You felt the slow and uncoordinated strokes of Oscar's tongue his movements were uneven, making it hard to concentrate on your pleasure. Lando saw your pleading look in your eyes, withdrew his long fingers and caressed the flesh of his lover's ass. Oscar whined, greedy for more.

Lando grabbed his teammate waist and bring Oscar's back to his chest, separating the boy from your pussy. Both of the boys got off the bed and stood by it.

"Baby" Lando said looking at you over Oscar's shoulder "Lay down on your stomach for me, ass up"

You did as you were told; you moved close to the border of the bed, your ass sticking out, your tiptoe touching the floor.

The aussie couldn't wait any longer, he fondled your back lovingly. You felt his cock rubbing on your cheeks, rubbing your pussy wetting his cock.

"Can I?" He asked with flushed cheeks.

"Yes please" you begged.

He pushed his thick cock into your dripping hole. The earlier teasings making you wet as a fountain, your wetness coating his dick the sound of your skin slapping echoed through the room

"Hhm– Fuuck" he whined, his balls tight ready to burst. "So tight for me" He took a deep breath, calming his nerves to make him last enough to have you trembling under him.

Lando bit his lips, grabbed a condom from the nightstand and the lube on the bed.

"You‐You're made for me" Oscar's voice broke, he gripped your hips roughly and pushed them into his cock.

Lando came back behind Oscar. He rolled the condom over his dick and rubbed it between his boyfriend's ass cheeks as he poured the liquid all over him.

"Gotta congratulate my boy for his win" he grinned, quoting your words.

"Stop teasing" the younger one whined as he stopped fucking your pussy to get still.

Oscar's eyes closed as he felt himself stretched around the other McLaren boy. He gasped at the intrusion. You ground your pussy against his cock, the pleasure from it helping him relax.

Lando was in. He was giving soft ins and outs. Sliding himself deeper with each thrust. Oscar moved slowly, getting accustomed to the new feeling. Weak in the knees, as he drove his cock into you, Lando's cock was pulling back.

"Soo good– You're so tight I almost came on the spot" Lando said.

You felt it twitching inside you. Pure pleasure went all the way, as Oscar pushed himself into you hard. Suddenly you felt his hips slamming back and forth fast into you.

"Ooh fuuck Osc–" You moaned, feeling yourself clenching around him.

You turn your head to look at your boyfriends. Oscar's head was thrown back, his eyes closed, mouth wide. Lando's nails digging into your boyfriend's hips.

He crushed Oscar's ass into his cock, burying himself deeper into the other boy. The movement made the aussie pull out of you, leaving just the tip at your entrance. As Lando pulled out of him, he made Oscar push back into you.

"You mmngh love being f–fucked like that baby" Oscar panted.

"Yeah I– I–love it pleeease Osc–" you replied

Lando touched that soft spot again, making the boy behind you a whimpering mess. His voice cracked, repeating your name like a prayer.

"Mm not gonna l–last I– mnghh I'm gonna–"

You ground against his cock, feeling your pussy pulsating around him and your lower stomach tighten. Lando was using his boyfriend to fuck you. Lando took Oscar's hips to fuck you hard, chasing through him your release.

The thought made your head spin.

You heard your name being moaned, and you felt his cock throbbing inside you. Oscar milked his cock inside of you, warm cum filling you up. He removed himself leaving you stuffed and full of him.

The brit kissed the boy shoulder as he pulled out slowly, he got rid of the condom and in an instant plunge his dick inside of you. He smiled at the mixed juices coming out of your pussy.

"Gotta take care of our girl" he smiled at his boyfriend who lay back next to you. You held his hands and locked your eyes with his as Lando fucked your already full pussy. His balls slapped on your clit and his thrusts were making your body jerk under him.

Unsteady breath, his thrust sending tingles down your body, his cock bullying his way over and over. He felt so good inside of you, fucking you senseless. He couldn't hold it anymore.

"Yeah – baby just like that – mnggh– feel soo good– !"

Twitching inside you, Lando blew his load into your pulsating pussy. Hot cum filling your pussy mixing with the previous liquid. Your walls squeezed him hard, eyes shut, back arched and a jolt of electricity run down your body.

Lando tried to catch his breath, still deep inside you, not wanting to get separated. You felt deezy, lost in heaven. Oscar tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear.

"We're... We're definitely doing that again..."

katsreading

Make Me Blush - LN4 + OP81

Oscar Piastri x Lando Norris x Fem!Reader

Maybe you're crazy, or maybe Lando's crazy, but you're both pretty sure his teammate Oscar has a crush on both of you?

And fuck it, why not have a little bit of fun while you figure it out?

AKA - the fic in which you and Lando torture poor, sweet Oscar

Warnings: 18+ Content, PWP (some plot.... mostly porn...), dirty talk, praise, oral (m & f receiving), thigh riding, p in v, fairly light dom/sub themes, dom lando, sub oscar, switch reader, everybody's bisexual in this house, biting, unprotected sex (be safe pls guys lol), completely pathetic oscar piastri, not beta read..., katsreading classic shitty ending...

Word Count: 9k

Note: I'm sooooo sorry for teasing this fic for months. I have no explanation for why it took so long to write. It's a completely self-indulgent work of PORN. I hope u guys love it bc it's actually kinda my baby at this point. Seriously, this thing is 20 pages in a word doc. (15 of those pages are just straight up porn!!!!!!!!)

bnwrittes

Years of loving you

SUMMARY: During Quinn and Y/N’s wedding reception, her maid of honor surprises everyone with a video made from years of forgotten clips, old rants, private vlogs, and quiet confessions Y/N never thought Quinn would see. What starts as a hilarious collection of embarrassing moments slowly becomes an emotional timeline of her falling in love with Quinn—until the final clip reveals something that leaves the entire room speechless.

WC: 10k

WARNINGS: Wedding fluff, emotional pregnancy reveal, happy tears, teasing, Hughes family softness, Jack and Luke being chaotic brothers, Quinn being overwhelmed in the sweetest way.

AN: This is a request of the form but thanks to the fact that I still can't access my email (because my phone company still can't give me my new sim) I didn't put the photo of the request

frasmitten

"best night of my life"

fraser minten x f!reader

summary — part 2 to "am i making you nervous?" :: you just had the best sex of your life, and it was with none other than your best friend. as the night continues, you question your feelings, fraser gives you three more orgasms, and after he accidentally lets something slip, you’re both finally forced to confront the elephant in the room. safe to say, this truly was the best night of your life.

warnings/tags — explicit smut, (best) friends to lovers, unprotected sex/creampie (again, always better to be safe than sorry!), squirting, cussing, pwp(?), kind of mutual pining, fraser is a sub for one millisecond, munch fraser (oral f and m receiving), multiple orgasms, overstim, praise kink, dumbification, dirty talk, couch sex, he takes his glasses off here..., accidental love confession, quite fluffy!, pet names (baby, sweet girl, good girl), intended lowercase, use of y/n, sort of proofread but also not reaaaally. 18+ content! read at ur own discretion!

word count — 3,350

a/n — i tried to make this a stand alone but idrk how that went along 😭 also, if the scene where fraser gives head sounds awkward let's please uhm,, not talk about it,, bc ive never actually received good head before so i have no clue what that's like. anyways! thank u for all the love on the first one!!

one word you wouldn't use to describe yourself was greedy.

but right now, as you lay on all fours, begging fraser for more after he'd just given you the best orgasm you've ever had, greedy might be the most fitting word for you.

frasmitten

"am i making you nervous?"

fraser minten x f!reader

summary — after a terrible day, you need to get laid. like, need. but being recently dumped and afraid of hooking up with strangers, you aren't left with many options. you’re already hanging on by a thread when fraser shows up at your door looking unfairly good. it takes everything in you not to ask him to help with your little... problem, and things only get worse once your show takes a very explicit turn. luckily for you, fraser's a good friend.

warnings/tags — explicit smut, unprotected sex/creampie (wrap it before u tap it always!), riding, implied friends to lovers (ending is pretty ambiguous), sexual tension, hint of a praise kink maybe?, dirty talk (sort of possessive), breast play, couch sex, glasses stay ON!, pet names (baby, sweetheart, good girl), intended lowercase, sad attempts at humor, honestly a little angsty - but mostly smut, not proofread we die like real men. 18+ content! read at ur own discretion!

word count — 3,478

a/n — first fic on here, but this is not my first rodeo! this one's wordy, but im definitely not opposed to making it wordier with a part 2, if anybody would want that!

today has been terrible. it felt like the world was working against you at all times, and by the end, all you wanted was a good fuck. either that, or a good night’s rest.

problem is: you have no one to go to. you’d recently broken up with your boyfriend, and you didn't feel like going out. but even if you did feel like it, all of your friends were busy, and a night out alone sounded like a true crime story waiting to happen.

you were starting to think you should just choose sleep, but in the middle of binging a show, someone knocks at your door. it was fraser.

you and fraser have been friends since… forever. you knew the ins and outs of each other, and despite his busy schedule, you managed to keep in touch.

and you soorttt of have a tiny crush on him. sort of. but it was tiny! minuscule, even. molecular. and other synonyms.

in your current state, however… you’ve never wanted to eat him alive more than now. but you're a good well-adjusted member of society, so instead of jumping his bones, you ask him why he's here.

wannabehockeygf

I Love You, I'm Sorry | LH⁴⁸

Pairing: Lane Hutson x fem!reader Word Count: 15.2k YIKES Summary: Your best friend desperately needs your help to impress a potential lover, but his eyes may be set on a different prize. Warnings: alcohol, catcalling, unprotected sex, other vague sexual innuendos at the end Notes:

Hi i'm starving and tired but here we go

i literally only can describe bars as millenial burger restaurants basically

mandatory beg for likes/reblogs/comments/thoughts in my inbox

This is part 3, part 2 here

It had been nine days. Nine days since the terrace, nine days since Lane had stood in the cold and cracked himself open and waited for an answer that never came, nine days since Cole's voice had shattered whatever moment had been building between you like a rock through a windowpane. Nine days of nothing. No texts, no calls, no two-in-the-morning murmurs through the phone about murder books and coffee shops. You'd sent him three messages—hey, can we talk, and then two days later lane, please, and then four days after that just I'm sorry—and he'd left all three on read, the read receipts appearing within minutes like he was still watching, still waiting, just not willing to answer, and that somehow felt worse than no response at all.

bucksplum

❝ 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 ❞

dean di laurentis x fem!reader with voyeur!allie hayes 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Allie only wanted to talk to Dean, and with an empty house like this she was not expecting the sight that greeted her.

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬: 18+ mdni; smut!!; kinda rough sex?; voyeurism. duh.; reader is a freak and she knows dean is too; lemme know if I missed any!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 2k 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲: hehehe... all i can say is i need both of them. NOW.

Allie knew she asked for this.

This ridiculous sex assignment that would prove that she and Dean are not in a relationship, and prove to Sean that she wasn't completely and irrevocably in love with you.

It should've been easy, really. Hang out with somebody, let go of inhibitions and completely lose herself in the body of another person. No strings—just hot incredible sex. Joanna Maxwell made it sound so easy, and at first, it was.

Hot guy with a fake I.D. flirts with her, she makes out with him. Then, she runs into him again outside of the bar. Complete coincidence. It was going smoothly when they arrived at his apartment; clothes were thrown off, hot mouths trailing kisses down each others throat to elevate each other's pleasure.

It started going wrong when he went to go down on her and he uttered a nickname that only you and Dean have ever called her: Princess.

bnwrittes

Hi! 🤍 I had an idea for an angst-heavy Connor Bedard fic. Connor Bedard and the reader were the NHL’s golden couple. Young, successful, and deeply in love, they seemed to have the kind of relationship everyone admired. Their wedding captivated the hockey world, and when they welcomed their daughter, fans became even more convinced they were living a real-life fairytale. But behind closed doors, perfection was only an illusion.

Somewhere along the way, Connor stopped turning to his wife first. Instead, he began confiding in someone else. It never became physical at first, but every late-night phone call, every inside joke, every vulnerable conversation, and every piece of himself he shared with someone else slowly chipped away at their marriage. The reader isn’t just heartbroken because another woman knows her husband—she’s devastated because she’s no longer the person he runs to first.

For the sake of their daughter, they continue pretending everything is fine. They smile through family photos, interviews, charity events, and game nights while their marriage quietly falls apart behind closed doors. I’d love lots of domestic angst, emotional flashbacks to when they were hopelessly in love, therapy, both POVs, and the heartbreaking realization that sometimes relationships don’t end because love disappears—they end because two people slowly stop letting each other in. Whether they find their way back to each other or ultimately let each other go is completely up to the writer

The person he stopped coming home to

SUMMARY : Connor Bedard and his wife were once hockey’s golden couple—young, adored, married, and parents to a little girl everyone believed completed their fairytale. But behind the perfect photos and polished interviews, Connor has started giving pieces of himself to someone else: his worries, his fears, his late-night honesty. It isn’t physical, but it is intimate enough to break something sacred. For their daughter’s sake, they keep pretending, until therapy, resentment, and the memory of who they used to be force them to decide whether love is enough to rebuild what they stopped protecting.

WC: 7.6K

WARNINGS: Angst-heavy, emotional affair, marital issues, therapy, arguments, emotional neglect, co-parenting fears, crying, mentions of public pressure, brief separation, happy ending.

thenortheastwriter-deactivated2

Here We Go Again

Pairing: Beau Maxwell x Reader

Word Count: ~3k

Warnings: Slight smut if you squint.

Summary: There are five key moments in yours and Beau's friendship where he knows you're it for him. There’s one moment where something is done about it.

Author’s Note: One shot based off this request.

The first words Beau Maxwell ever said to you were “I think I’m in love with you,” after he witnessed you throw your drink in the face of a man at the beginning of junior year. You were at Malone's supporting Hannah since you and Allie convinced her to sign up for one of the open mic nights. And while you were roommates with Allie and Hannah, you hadn't yet met any of their newly acquired friends.

Looking away from the mojito-soaked man at the sound of his voice, you locked eyes with him for the first time. A smirk tugged at the corner of your mouth as your eyes slowly traveled down him, assessing, before moving back up to his eyes.

“In that case, Maxwell, I’ll take another mojito,” you tell him as you push the now-empty glass into his chest. He wraps his hand around your hand still holding the glass, giving you a genuine smile. And he will never know that you stopped breathing for a second at the feeling of his warm hand touching you. His pupils are dilated so much you can barely tell his eyes are the warmest shade of brown; a shade that will soon become a new comfort.

"You know me?"

"Everyone knows you," you tease. And they did. Beau knew they did, but he'd never been truly happy to be known until he met you. And he made sure he did everything in his power to know you too, starting with buying you a new drink.

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America’s Sweetheart

summary: After a chance meeting in Minnesota, reserved Canucks captain Quinn Hughes begins a secret romance with America’s sweetheart — a world-famous actress and singer. When he invites her to Michigan for a family wedding, she’s swept into the chaotic, loving Hughes household, where starstruck brothers, protective moments, and lake house memories show her what it means to be loved for herself.

wc: 6.5k

warnings: none

note: The request is much longer but I decided to place only an extract!

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