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Kinich 💋

Thank you Anon~

cw. fluff, making out, gender neutral reader, chubby reader, ((ajaw makes a cameo))

You are taken by surprise when Kinich reached out and pulled you into his lap. A loud squeak blew past your parted lips as you end up sprawled across Kinich's lap on the couch, giving your boyfriend ample opportunity to lean down and seal his lips over yours. A sharp gasp turned into a pleased hum of content at the soft touch of his lips against yours, long lashes fluttering over your cheeks as you melted into the kiss. The tense muscles in your body slowly relaxed as Kinich cradled the nape of your neck in the palm of his hand, fingers tangled in your silky hair as the soft tresses curled around his fingertips. Your eyes slipped closed, stars wavering behind the lids as Kinich slowly tastes the shape of your mouth, a warm hum tickling the back of his throat as he kissed you senseless.

Your pulse buzzed in your ears as you kissed Kinich back with as much fervor as you could muster in your position, leaning further up only to be gently coaxed back down by the hand splayed across your soft belly, Kinich's silent plea for you to stay exactly where you were and let him indulge a little. His boldness made your heart flutter wildly in your chest as you felt his tongue swipe across the plushness of your kiss swollen lips. Your heart was ready to leap out of your throat as his warm breath puffed against your burning cheeks, the tips of your ears flushing red hot as he drew your bottom lip in his mouth and caught it between his sharp teeth. You jolted, almost springing out of his lap but settling as he squeezed your plump waist in reassurance, gazing down at you with lidded eyes as your own eyes slipped open and caught his heated stare. He let go of your lips for a brief moment, only to seek the heat of your mouth once more as his tongue slipped past the seam of your lips. You moaned softly as your tongues touched, the tips of your fingers tingling with numbness as a pleasant shiver raced along the curve of your spine. You could taste him in the back of your mouth when you swallowed thickly, throat bobbing as Kinich’s teeth softly clacked into yours and he lapped at the beads of saliva clinging to the edges of your lips.

You pushed on Kinich’s chest as you reluctantly pulled away, taking in a deep breath and greedily filling your lungs with air. Kinich was eager to chase after your lips as he planted another soft kiss on the bruised skin, causing a soft giggle to bubble up your throat as you squirmed from the ticklish brush of his lips.

“What's gotten into you?” you laughed, tipping your head as Kinich managed to land another kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“Nothing” Kinich denied. “I'm perfectly fine.”

You sensed there was more to it but you did not press the matter. Why should you complain? You enjoyed being pampered, simply indulging in more of Kinich’s affection as he nuzzled his nose into your soft cheek with a small huff. You cupped his warm face in the palm of your hand, fingers pressed into the soft skin of his cheek as you drew his lips back to yours, mouth so tantalisingly close you could already feel him tingling on the tip of your tongue again. Until…

“Slave! I demand that you give attention to me, the Great-Ewwwwwww!”

A pinch formed between Kinich’s brow, head hanging low as he bit back the disdainful groan that stirred in his chest. You patted his cheek in sympathy as Ajaw had chosen one of the worst moments to appear, the pixel dragon visibly gagging and pulling faces at the display of affection that he unintentionally invited himself in on.

“Ew! Gross! Can't you do better?” The “Great” Ajaw raged, flying in circles around Kinich’s head in a tantrum as he kicked up a fuss.

“Don't insult them” Kinich warned as he threw Ajaw a filthy look. “I'll put you in time out again.”

Ajaw stopped in his tracks with a loud huff, the pixels around his face flashing red as he bared his teeth at Kinich.

“I wasn't talking to you! Seriously, you can do better than Kinich! In fact, I, the Great Ajaw will soon have an opening for-”

And he was back in time out, flung back into the abyss from whence he came; disappearing as suddenly as he had appeared. You continued to pat Kinich’s cheek, offering your greatest sympathy as the crease in his brow had yet to ease.

“Sorry about him” Kinich apologised.

“It's okay” you replied with a soft smile. “Just pay me back in kisses and we'll call it even.”

Yandere Genshin Men Eating Out Their Darling

Characters: Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Baizhu, Capitano, Childe, Cyno, Dainsleif, Diluc, Dottore, Gorou, Heizou, Itto, Kaeya, Kaveh, Kazuha, Kinich, Lyney, Neuvillette, Ororon, Pantalone, Pierro, Sethos, Thoma, Tighnari, Venti, Wanderer/ Scaramouche, Wriothesley, Xiao, Zhongli (all separate)

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

I decided to do ca. 100-200 words each character to keep it nice and simple:) (some are over 200 tho). This took me longer than expected haha. My requests are open, but read my rules before requesting <3

Masterlist

Warnings: NSFW 18+, cunilingus, all sexual acts are consensual, female reader, obsession, possessiveness, some of the yandere tendencies are more subtle than others, future imprisonment, face sitting, jealousy, fingering, Stockholm syndrome, manipulation, forced marriage, reader is indifferent to some of the yandere behaviour in some of the parts, translation at the end

Word count: 4779

Albedo

The unforgiving wind of the icy mountain howled against the treetops. The fireplace was lit given you much needed warmth. It had been 2 months since you had moved up into the cozy cabin high up in the mountain with the famed researcher.

His hand scissored skilfully into your cunt before his tongue joined them. The cold left you quickly as his tongue dove in deeper into your fluttering cunt.

You were glad you had taken upon the offer of the blond haired man and followed him up to Dragonspine. Here you had been happier than ever before and you believed him when he said that others would just do you harm.

Alhaitham

The scribe was a calculated and well composed man. So who would have thought he would lose his composure so easily when it came to you? Your presence was enough to make his seemingly cold manners crack and turn into poorly hidden admiration. Alhaitham did anything he could to keep you as shielded from the outside world as possible.

His muscular arms kept your legs open as he devoured you with uncharacteristic vigour. He sneered like a starved animal as he left mark after mark on your thighs. A guttural sneered left his lips as he dove his face further into the warmth of your cunt. You cooed at him lovingly as shivers of pleasure ran through your body.

Ayato

Ayato had always had his way with words. He had always had the upper hand no matter the circumstances. He was a beautiful man and he reminded you of a siren. His lilac eyes enchanted you to no extent. His touches intoxicating, leaving you wanting more. He was a dangerous man, that much you knew, but it didn’t stop you for seeking him out time after time. He was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, but he loved you, oh so much and he kept you safe.

His bed was soft as and comforting. The doors open and welcoming in the breeze from the sea. The moon was high and clouds covered some of its white body.

The pale blue haired man was busy with burying his face between your legs were he ate you out with precision. His eyes never leaving yours as he showed you what it meant being the wife of the head of the Yashiro Commission. You found yourself melting in his touches and any thought about your parents disappeared without a trace. The smug smirk of the ethereal man was out of your understanding as you lost yourself to pleasure.

Baizhu

The Bubu Pharmacy was empty save from the two of you. The lights were dimmed and the window closed to keep the cold autumn night air out. Candles were lit to give you some much needed light. Baizhu’s trusted companion, the snake that often accompanied him, was in another room far away.

Orange reptile like eyes gazed down on you gently as he moved slowly down your body and to where you wanted him the most. His light touches teasing and making you hunger for more.

He parted your thighs skilfully as he kissed up your slit before he entered your hole with his tongue. The very same tongue which had driven your family and loved ones away with elegantly spun lies and well hidden treats.

Now the only thing you needed was him and his gentle, loving touches.

Capitano

The 1st Harbinger was a big and righteous man. He was stronger than any human that walked the earth and he never broke his word. He had first intimidated you with his size (and he still did at times), but you learned that underneath his helmet was a charming man. His charm was difficult to pinpoint as it was different from most, but it had greatly intrigued you.

His large hands held your legs firmly as they rested in his shoulders. He was kneeling at the foot of the bed with his head buried in your soaking cunt. His helmet was carefully placed on the dresser. Capitano’s long black hair fell against his shoulders as he lapped up your juices. His dark midnight blue eyes stared up at you, making you shiver under their intensity.

“You are so beautiful [Name]” his voice a groan.

You let yourself get lost in the pleasure and you couldn’t care less about the havoc he had caused when a rowdy man had accidentally bumped into you.

Childe

Blood were still coating the ginger strands of the warrior who had you pressed down on his face. The first thing he had demanded when he got home from yet another business trip, was for you to sit on his face. Who were you to deny your husband?

His grip on you were as intense as the rest of the man. His blue eyes were shut in bliss as he ate you out like it was his last meal. And if he had the choice he would die happily between your thighs as he told you at every given moment.

You didn’t last long with that damned tongue of his and before you knew it, you were clutching the headboard for much needed support. Instead of letting you get off, he simply glanced up at you with big eyes full of love and utter devotion.

As he continued to stare, it became obvious of who the blood in his hair belonged to.

Cyno

The white haired Mahamatra had his gazed locked onto your weeping cunt. His calloused hands ran down your sides till they got hold of your hips. His tongue plunged into you like a starved man and drove moan after moan out of you. He had finally managed to convince you to stay at home in his fine house as he would take care off you. Given his mannerism you could tell he was greatly pleased with himself.

His skill full tongue drove you quickly to your climax and you intertwined your hand in his white locks as he licked up your sweet release.

His red eyes looked up at you lovingly as he continued his previous pace. You were in for a long night.

Dainsleif

Blond hair tickled the sensitive skin of the inside of your thighs. The Khaenri'an’s hands were digging into the flesh of your skin as he lapped at your sweet juices. Dain had told you time after time that you were the only person that relived him of the pain that was caused of the curse that was cast upon him. As following he never let you leave him. You had long since learned that the soothing effect you had on his curse was only a tiny tiny fraction as to why he never let you leave his sight.

His groans and your soft moans were echoing through the empty halls of the ruin. The blond man drove his tongue deeper and you felt you were close. You chest heaved up and down in a rapid motion as you tried to calm down form your release.

Cerulean eyes stared up at you with devotion one normally only found in a worshipper of a god. How ironic. Words feel from his mouth which you had no means to understand, yet you felt the meaning through his unrelenting gaze. “Jeg elsker deg, jeg elsker deg, jeg elsker deg, min kjære [Name].”

Diluc

The soft glow of the fireplace warm against your naked skin. The light from the fire lighting up the muscular chest of the redhead that leaned over you. His lips locked against yours in a passionate kiss. Your tongues danced in a seductive tango which made you ache with need between your legs. Diluc hummed as he noticed your thighs pressing together.

With his head between your thighs he worked you closer and closer towards or orgasm. His movements passionate and filled with love. You ran your hair through his red locks. You were truly happy in the arms of the man who loved you more than life itself. You ignored the words of others. So what is he was overprotective and so what is he didn’t want strangers talking to you? He was only trying to protect you.

Dottore

The Doctor was a talented man when it came to the art of intimacy. It was a rather shocking discovery at first, but you was happy he had showed you his ways in the bedroom.

The threat of being imprisoned forever within the walls is his lavish manor hang low over your head like a guillotine. Despite that you couldn’t care less. Not when he was nestled between your legs and lapped at your cunt with such gentleness and love you almost wept. To awaken such emotions within the second Harbinger was a defeat in itself, one which you treasured greatly.

His groans synchronised with your moans in a symphony of love and lust. It made you curious for the future and uneasy for what he had done to your loved ones.

Gorou

The life of a general was busy and dangerous. His days existed of leading battles and giving out orders. So it was only natural he was extremely touch starved when he returned from war and to you.

When you greeted him in the hallway of their cozy home he almost leaped into your arms. You hugged him tightly, glad he wasn’t hurt. He buried his face in the crotch of your neck. “Oh how I have missed you” his voice a whisper.

Pale hands gripped your thighs in a tight grip. Blunt nails digging into your skin. Your hands held onto the headboard with enough strength so you wouldn’t collapse on the man underneath you. His tongue drilled fast and deep into your drenched cunt. He was eating you out like a wild dog. Your every nerves was haywire.

Your breath hitched as Gorou drove you faster and faster to your climax. The brown haired man beneath you muttered chants of “I love you” against your clit over and over again. He had promised you when you pulled you onto the bed that he would never ever leave you again, and judging by his intense look you believed him.

Heizou

Slim fingers ran down your thighs leaving goosebumps in their wake. Dark red hair brushed against your nose. Light green eyes gazed into your eyes with lust and love. Your lips locked in a soft kiss. He tasted sweet like cherries. Your lips pulled apart and you could feel him smirking.

“You have no idea how much I love you, need you” his sensual voice whispered against your lips. He gave you one last deep kiss before he lowered his head down and kissed trails down to where you needed him the most.

You kissed your inner thigh till he reached your sweet cunt. He kissed it once, twice, before he gave it a good lick. You moaned at his moment.

He snickered teasingly as he pushed his tongue inside your spongy walls. He moaned loudly at your taste.

“Archons, you tasted heavenly” he sighed in between licks. His thumb found your clit which he stroked and rubbed skilfully.

You could feel the knot in your lower abdomen getting closer and closer to snapping. Before you knew it you came all over the beautiful face of the man between your thighs.

In your blissful trance you were completely unaware of the documents on his nightstand that read the reports of your future disappearance.

Itto

The horns of the oni was hard and cool underneath your hold. As you rubbed the base the large oni groaned in pleasure. He had you on his face in a tight hold as he ravaged your cunt with such hunger only an oni could posses. As his tongue swirled over your clit in a slow harsh manner, your dread upon seeing him tear the men who had backed you in an alley, in half slowly disappeared.

Your chest heaved as you tightened your hold on his horn which egged him on further. His movements speed up and it didn’t take long before you saw stars. You slumped forwards, but his strong large hands kept you upright.

“I love you so, so much” he murmured against your thigh.

Kaeya

The blue haired captain had without no doubt murdered the annoying tavern patrons in cold blood. Despite that, you felt safe in his arms as he pleasured your cunt with his slivered tongue. His lone eye glanced up at you with a hooded lid which sent a warm jolt down in your cunt.

He was as skilled with his tongue when it came to pleasuring you as he was at whispering you lies that fuelled your dependence on him.

He held you in a tight embrace as you came down form your high. His honeyed voice whisper sweet nothings into your ears and you felt safe in his arms.

Kaveh

Blond locks tickled your thighs as the architect lapped at your cunt. He had been extremely stressed and panicked when he came home to your shared home. He had admitted that he was afraid of someone better coming to whisk you away. You were the only thing that kept him sane. You had stroked his hair reassuringly and told him you would never leave him. Before you both knew it you had ended up in to sofa, with him nestled between your thighs.

You pulled at his soft locks which earned you a grown which reverberated against your cunt. You threw your head back against the cushion. Kaveh had always put your pleasure before his and he had always had a talented for making you feel better than anyone else could.

With a swirl of your clit and thorough the lapping of his wet muscle you came so heard you saw stars. You thought that he must be a gift sent by the gods beyond the sky as he licked up your excessive juices with loud moans.

He leaned over you as he started lovingly into your eyes. “You are never allowed to leave me, ever” he kissed you passionately. His grip on your shoulders was hard as if he was afraid you would run away.

Kazuha

The white haired samurai had always intrigued you. He was a wise man with a connection to nature you could only hope to fully understand. He was so so kind and gentle towards you, yet you had just witnessed him slashing down a group of drunken sailors who had gotten a little too friendly with you. His snowy haired had been stained red as he pulled you into a tight embrace, relived you were okay. You were shaken up by the sight you had just seen before you and he had kissed your face as he had whispered reassuring words. Every word he utters from his pale lips felt like a warm blanket. They always seemed to calm you.

You had helped him wash his hair and as his hair grew more and more white, his desire for you became more and more visible. You had pulled him into a kiss with led to you being laid out on the soft sheepskin rug in the middle of the bathroom.

His tongue wasn’t only good at uttering poetic words, but it was also extremely skilled in the art of pleasure. He ate you out gentle and sensual with his hands gripping your thighs. Every time the started close do to you being so lost in please, he pushed them open firmly. His red eyes held your gaze through the many orgasms he drew out of you. You had now completely forgotten all about the sounds of Kazuha’s katana slashing through the throats of the sailors.

Kinich

The ancient name bearer was a honest man. He believed in getting straight to the point and he rarely kept secrets. Hence why he told you quite early on after he had realised his feelings, what he felt for you. You had been foolish in believing it was just a normal crush and not an endless abyss of love and obsession which had scared his little dragon companion.

You had invited the hazel eyed young man into your home, without knowing that day would be your last day of freedom. After his visited, he would bring you home with him.

You laid spread out onto your bed with the drakes haired man planted between your legs. His tongue hungrily ate you out and he swallowed as much slick he possible could. You whispered a soft “I love you” which made him completely lose his composure.

Lyney

White doves, flashy card tricks and well thought out magic performances became a part of your daily life after you accepted Lyney’s love. His feline eyes never left your form and his hand was always near you. He sneered passive aggressive threats at everyone who dared getting close to you. It had starting to get exhausting calming down your possessive lover. Luckily you had come up with a solution.

Burying his head into your cunt had surprisingly calming effects on the magician. He moaned at your sweet taste as his pale lilac eyes fell shut. His tongue was as talented as his fingers and brought you to orgasm after orgasm. You had started to wonder if he actually possessed magical powers after he brought you to your fourth orgasm that night.

Unbeknownst to you, was that the cunning magician had purposely lashed out more than normal at the travelling market you two had visited in order to be granted access between your legs. It was a grand feast for him and a pleasurable act for you, so it was a win win for both parties, wouldn’t you agree?

Neuvillette

The dragon had laid you down on the plush bed. Your skin flat against the silk sheets. His hold on you were gentle, but possessive. Despite his perfectly crafted façade he was only a dragon, and dragons did not ever want to share their treasures. Seeing you surrounded by so many who wanted to congratulate you on your marriage shouldn’t have bothered him, but it did. He had clenched his jaw and dragged you upstairs to his private quarters.

His tongue was skilled and held an authority which made you blush. His pale fingers joined his tongue and brought you to a pleasure you knew you would never find with another man. You let yourself lose control of your body and gave your entire being to the awaiting dragon.

Ororon

The dark haired man was a desperate man. He clung to you as if you were his lifeline and for all you knew, maybe you were. His mismatched eyes held an obsession that ran deeper than the well that was outside his home.

He kissed your lower lips sloppily, but with such passion the poets of Mondstadt could never hope to achieve. He whimpered at the sweet taste of you and his kisses deepened. His lips parted from your sweet cunt and shifted to your inner thigh were he sunk his fangs into. You hissed as he sucked a purple hickey onto your sensitive.

“I should mark you up so no one gets any funny ideas about who you belong to” his sweet voice drowning out any other thoughts and filling them all with him.

Pantalone

Ringed fingers stroked the inside of your thighs as the dark haired Harbinger held your thighs. His pretty lips curled up into a smile that made your cheeks redden. He laughed at your embraced appearance. “Aren’t you the sweetest?” he purred as he kissed the inner of your thighs slowly, teasingly.

When his lips finally reached you were you wanted it the most you couldn’t help the small sounds that escaped your lips. The sounds only pushed him further on as he quickly and suddenly plunged his tongue deep inside. He moved his tongue skilfully as one of his hands found your clit which he rubbed gently.

The ring on your finger which symbolised the eternal binding you had to him felt like a part of you as he came undone on the silver tongue of the banker. It was as if your distaste of the marriage had never happened at all.

Pierro

The director of the Harbingers was a cold and collected man, but when it came to you he was different. The coldness thawed and was replaced with a warmth that lulled your senses. His large hands moved in precision that came with the many years he had lived. The marriage he had forced upon you didn’t seem as bad as you laid in the bed of his elegantly decorated bedroom with relics he had collected throughout the years.

His right hand held onto your thigh as the other held onto your and. Your hands intertwined. On of your legs were popped up on his shoulder as his tongue worked inside your tight hole. He was rather quiet save for a few grunt here and there, but it was obvious he enjoyed himself greatly.

As you came you tightened your hold on his hand and he kissed your thigh gently in a sign of his undying love.

Sethos

The tent was cramped, but with a miracle he had made it cozy. Blankets were covering the ground followed by pillows. Sethos was pressed between your thighs as he worshipped your cunt like it was an ancient goddess. His wild locks had fallen down his shoulders and framed his beautiful face. His gemstone like eyes found yours as he continued to please you with his tongue.

You could tell he was relieved to find you unharmed after the encounter with the bandits. You hadn’t dared to ask what he did to them afterwards, but you decided it was best to ignore it. You knew he would never hurt you, but you couldn’t help but feel bad for the bandits that had the misfortune to encounter the clever young man.

Thoma

The blond housekeeper had always been so very gentle and careful when it came to you. It made you wonder if he was scared you would break if he applied a little more pressure. Tonight however was different.

His hands dug into your skin as his tongue worked you up with fast and harsh movements. You couldn’t hold back the soft moans that fell from your lips. You closed your eyes as he ate you out.

His jealousy was evident in his tight hold. He had been seething through his usually calm and friendly expression. He couldn’t stand seeing other men lay their slimy hands on someone who belonged to him. Who knew what they would do to you?

Tighnari

Soft ears flicked as a deep groan sounded from deep within the chest of the forests watcher. His was eating you with carnal desire that had first surprised you. His arms snaked around your waist in a protective manner.

Tighnari had always been extremely overprotective for as long as you had known him. You had after a time, welcomed that side of him after you realised he only meant you well. His company was all you needed and you had started to forget how it was being with your friends.

A groan left his lips as he lapped up your release with a hunger fever. You let your fingers run along his ear which earned you a strangled moan. His hazel eyes gazed up into yours which such love. Why seek freedom when you had the sweetest lover?

Venti

The playful bard was happily lapping at your wet cunt. His fingers gently caressed your skin. His nose pushed against your clit as he angled his head in order to reach deeper into you.

Venti was a firm believer in freedom, and freedom he had given you. It had surprised you at first how a man with so deep feelings for you at the point you could envision him creeping into the cavity of your chest in order to be closer to you, letting you roam freely within the city. He had let you do as you wished, except talking to other men alone. Whenever a male counterpart approached you, his green eyes filled with rage was he stepped in and dragged you away.

Wanderer/ Scaramouche

Cold breath fanned over your lower half as he bent his face down. His beautiful face ethereal in the moonlight as his eyes found yours. Love and desperation swirled in the violets.

He swirled his tongue around your clit which made you gasp. His cold hand intertwined with yours in a gentle, but firm hold. He had always had the need to know where you were at all times and when you weren’t within his reach he became irritable and lashed out at anyone who dared to talk to him. You had long suspected that there was more to him than what he had told you. One thing was sure, his love for you ran deeper than the roots of the giants trees in the rainforest.

He ate you out with such emotion you were taken aback. The usual snarky man was now glossy in the eyes as his eyes raked across your face.

The moonlight cast long shadows over the bedroom as you came. At that very moment you didn’t care about how he didn’t want you to spend time with your friends. For was it really that bad to only be with him? Was it really that bad to be with the man you love?

Wriothesley

Strong hands held your hips in place as his face burrowed into your crotch. A few groans escaped his lips as his tongue works up your slit. His nose against your clit. Your eyes started up into the ceiling as you moaned. The Duke had had a bad day and he had wanted nothing more than to burrow his head between your thighs and eat you out for hours.

It had become an everyday occurrence with him nestled nicely between your thighs. You had long since stopped complaining about not being able to see the sun that hung high above the blue Fontainian waters.

“You are such a good girl, [Name]. Let me take care of you” his chin was glimmering with slick. His tongue swept over his chin in a hum. “You’re gonna be safe here. I’m glad you finally realise such” he kissed your inner thigh before he dove back in. What he said was true. You were going to be happy with him down in the Fortress.

Xiao

Golden predatory eyes held your gaze as the long fingers of the adeptus plugged into your cunt. The slick sounds filling the room accompanied by your uneven breathing. His mouth locked around your clit as he gave it a hard suck which sent shivers down your spine. Xiao was a man of few words, but that didn’t bother you. He had his own ways of showing you his love.

His ravenous tongue accompanied his fingers as he began his feast. The bedroom at his private quarters at the inn was dimly lit. A lone candle was burning on the nightstand. Your gaze wandered to the open window which overlooked the marsh and the land that stretched beyond. You longed for your freedom, but you didn’t want to part from the adeptus you loved so dearly. Maybe one day you two would traverse the world beyond the surrounding land of the inn.

Zhongli

Strong warm hands pinned you down as soft lips kissed down to your cunt. His hauntingly beautiful eyes met yours as he gently bit down onto your skin. His sharp teeth almost breaking the skin, but he parted before it started to hurt. He had time after time showed you he knew both you and your body better than everyone else.

The contract that laid neatly on the dark wooden nightstand was temporarily forgotten as he worked your through your nth orgasm for the night. His long silky brown hair fell over his shoulders as he tipped your head up into a deep kiss. His tongue invited yours to a dance of pleasure and love. He parted with your lips after a moment that felt like an eternity.

“I will make you happy for eternity. Just sign the contract and I will take care of everything else” his deep voice reverberated through his broad chest.

You nodded, oblivious to what would happen to you when you signed your name onto the golden paper. Your faith was in his hands, but he promised he would take care of you. You were his future wife after all.

Translation

Norwegian → English

“Jeg elsker deg” = “I love you”

“Min kjære” = “My dear”

Hear me out..Jealous!kinich x reader smut...also I love your writing style it makes me wanna explode🤭

──── bet you feel it now, baby

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ synopsis. you didn't have to laugh that hard at his joke. it wasn't even that funny. he's better, it's fine, he'll just show you how much better he is.

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ pairings. kinich x gn!afab!reader, !!NSFW CONTENT AHEAD!!

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ director's notice. posting wip list in a bit plus brief overview of 800 special fic (it'll probably be genshin/hsr :3)

۪ ⠀✧ warnings. possessive behavior (kinich), jalosi /j, kinda ass/pussy eating (see to it however you like, i used no real specific term, reader is blindfolded for some parts, jealous behavior, rough sex, sex itself, y'all get walked in on (be ready for this to be implied into more of my kinich works LOL), establish relationship

"ahhn- kinich i said 'm sorry.. pleasef- slow down!" your face in the pillows, your words muffled and long gone into the night. the black-haired man's raspy voice spoke from behind— your boyfriend, kinich, of course. "he wasn't all that entertaining, why laugh like how you do with me?"

it was torture to him, seeing how it went from an awkward laugh, a polite smile, to a more genuine appearance to the stupid guy that just had to come up to you while he was busy getting a little snack for ajaw— even ajaw wouldn't comment on how his face looked this time, keeping his own silence as he ate the delicious candy.

"fffuck- he was an old classmate i had at the akademiya- 'm sorry, i-i really am kin-!" he almost laughed at your words. classmate? doesn't mean you should be playfully hitting shoulder like that. or teasing him like that. it's all his, no one else should be able to have it.

you shuddered, what felt like cumming again for the umpteenth time in a row, he hadn't stopped pinning you against the wall, and making you see stars over and over again ever since you saw your "classmate".

"doesn't matter." he groans, finishing inside you once more, your eyes were blindfolded by his headwear, previously on his forehead. he carries you onto the mattress, laying you down a little roughly. "w- what are you doing?"

you shivered once more, feeling warm exhales near your entrance, his cheek resting suddenly on one of your thighs. "all mine, right?" the blunt tone present in his tone definitely made it out as if you couldn't tell him anything other than yes (because it was true). his lips start to scatter a plethora of glossy little kisses all over your thighs, the sensation of getting him to cover every inch of your legs felt like a fever dream.. was this really a punishment?

you could feel his other hand snake to one of yours, which was somewhere on the bed. holding it tight as he started to place wet pecks over your hole. "hhnnn.. kin stop- ... stop teasing me.." you felt yourself moan into his touch, your other hand reaching out for wherever his head was. your fist grabbing at his hair, almost trying to push him into you further.

you felt him groan into you, you could sense he was whipped for your taste. the way you moaned his name. his.. name. "ahh- ahhh fffuck!— kin it's all yours, i promise!" his hand left yours, and stopped lapping at your hole for a moment- you heard a small grunt, and two things landing on the floor.. was he taking his gloves off?!

you could feel him sitting you up with one of his other hands, arms setting you down onto his face, arms locking around your thighs. straddling you over his mouth, as he started to devour what was his. no other guy could do this to you, not without making you feel as good as he did.

shit and he definitely did, the way he made you feel wasn't like the stupid losers who'd try to hook up with you back in the akademiya. or tried to pick you up in the streets. they can't make you feel turned on as much as you did when kinich blindfolded your eyes with something he doesn't usually take off and hear his belt buckle start to come off- ahhh nothing was better!

oh you felt yourself almost creaming on his face just thinking about it. not to mention how good he worked his tongue into you, definitely tasting every little bit, every little nook & cranny his tongue could reach.

he made a small sound, looking up to see you slowly riding his face as is, trying to rub yourself near against his nose. his authorative hold was more than enough to stop you from moving again, one of his palms moving over your stomach to feel the way his tongue moved inside you.

his head busily buried itself more into your scent, glossing his tongue so carefully, making sure you feel it. you started to feel something pool in your stomach- ssshit you were gonna cum again! your hands trail back down to his hair, gripping it harshly again, him seeing signs that you're close, he fastens his pace, licking as much as he could, no longer concentrating on the taste, more on your facial expression.

"ahhn- kin i'm g'na-!" "mmm there it is, such a good kitty." were the words he moaned into your hole, as he gladly lapped up every inch of your delicious juice/cum.

as he placed a kiss onto your entrance once more, he places more than just one kiss onto your lips, making out with you for a bit. letting him taste what he's been tasting for the past hour, the shared, mix of both of your cum.

your lips finally parting from his, your eyes still shut close 'till you feel a fist of your hair being gripped, "not done yet." is all kinich whispers, his voice a little coarse as he continues to kiss you. "all.. yours," you feel him take your hand, putting it over his heart while you both pull away from the kiss, a string of saliva being created. "and all mine, please?" he points to where your heart is in your chest.

his blunt attitude could only make you laugh, planting a kiss onto his head, and nodding to an agreement. "mmm- yeah. all yours."

"you guys are reaaaaaaalll corny! you're lucky i like your partner this time!" ajaw butts in as you laugh, while kinich simply scoffs- looking the other way and burying his face into your chest.

not as cool as my other works, and it's more cringe if i keep looking back on it, cute request tho !!!!<3333

imagining kinich w s/o but ajaw has a teeny tiny crush on them

"then the great dragonlord k'uhul ajaw!- mmhmm.." the small pixel-like saurian starts to hum with relief, anger slowly slipping away as you scratched under his chin.

"how about you excuse kinich this one time?" a sweet smile dances across your lips as ajaw inevitably gave in.

"fine, since my favorite human asked me to do such." the word favorite being emphasized greatly, a stingy glare given to your boyfriend—kinich.

"didn't we meet first? actually no, on second thought- aren't they my partner?"

"hmph, such a lowly human doesn't ddddeserve such a regal being, like (name) here." pixels, and particles flew. a huff from the 8-bit little dragon.

you couldn't help let out a chuckle, a hum coming from ajaw. "I made them laugh!" he almost in a new sense of pride. beating kinich at something.

kinich simply sighed, making you laugh even more. "ha ha very funny. but don't forget whose significant other this is."

kinich leaned in to place the prettiest little peck on your cheekbone. almost forgetting you both were in public, trailing kisses down your neck.

"kin'.. c'mon not nowwww.." "mmm, I know.." a smirk crosses his lips, so close to begging you for more, till a little SOMEONE decided to speak.

"the great dragonlord, k'uhul ajaw, will allow your.. 'sarcasm'.. because OUR significant other—" "who said you were included you little jerk?!"

Plz do so we need more male reader fics🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️

It's Not Gay If You're High: Sero x Masc!Reader (Smut)

Word Count : 2,333

Third POV

You and Hanta sorta had this thing going on. It was a casual thing that happened about once a week every Friday. You'd both meet up in his room and get high together, then you'd hook up. There was nothing complicated about it and neither of you ever really bothered to put a label on it. It was just kinda... A thing. Truthfully you always found Hanta hot, but you didn't want to mess up the thing you had going on. You were mostly satisfied just getting high and fucking in his dorm room, then cuddling together til the high wore off. And to your knowledge, he liked it that way too.

It was yet another Friday night, so as usual, you grabbed your snack bag and headed over to Sero's room. You didn't bother knocking. He didn't really seem to care anyways. He sat up from his beanbag, grinning at you in that way that made your insides all twisty.

"Hey, man. You ready?"

You nodded, smiling.

"Yeah. I restocked the bag."

"Did you get the good chips this time?"

You reached into the bag and tossed him the bag of honey mustard chips. He laughed a bit.

"You wanna flip the coin for whose top and bottom now or later?"

"Let's do it now."

You dropped your bag by his bed, flopping down onto the other side of the beanbag and leaning back. Hanta pulled a coin from his pocket and flipped it.

"Call it in the air."

"Heads."

He caught it, showing it off triumphantly.

"Guess you're getting fucked tonight, dude~"

You sunk into the beanbag with a bright red blush, grumbling.

"I bottomed last time."

"And it looks like you're doing it again, bottom."

He teased you. You groaned, hitting him with a small cushion that was on the bean bag. He laughed.

"Ok, ok, chill, man. Here."

He held out the plastic bag of gummies.

"I maaay have already taken some."

He chuckled, flopping back down as you took the bag and popped a couple. Hanta put on some music to just vibe while you both waited for the edibles to kick in. You sighed and leaned back. You were both quiet for a minute. Then, Hanta started.

"How would you feel if I invited Denki next time?"

"To what?"

"This. Weed stuff."

You furrowed your brow some.

"What about the sex stuff?"

"We don't have to do the sex stuff, man. We'll just chill."

For some reason, you didn't like that idea. You liked Denki. He was mostly pretty cool and you liked hanging out with him, but this was your and Hanta's thing. Weed stuff and sex stuff. Together. The two of you. Why would that need to change? You spoke in a sort of harsh tone.

"Can't you guys do weed stuff like- some other time though?"

He looked at you kinda funny, chuckling a bit.

"Damn Y/n, I knew you liked my dick and stuff but is that jealousy I smell?"

You blushed hard, and when you spoke in your defense, your voice cracked.

"No! I'm not jealous!"

Sero was surprised by your small outburst, he didn't think you were genuinely upset. His smile faded some. You felt the embarrassment starting to sink in.

"Wait. You're serious?"

"No- fucking- no, man, it's fucking whatever. I don't care. Give me the bag, I'm taking more."

You wanted to forget any of this conversation was happening, but he held the gummies hostage.

"No way. You're gonna tell me why you're acting so weird first."

"I'm not weird. You're weird. Now hand over the drugs."

"I didn't think inviting Denks would piss you off, man. I thought this was just a casual kinda thing. I mean, we never said it was anything else so I just assumed-"

You got up, thoroughly embarrassed and flustered.

"I'm just gonna go chill in my room. Keep the snack bag."

Before you could escape to hide for forever, Hanta had gotten up behind you and grabbed your wrist.

"Dude, wait, let me finish."

"No, it's whatever, I'm sorry I made it weird-"

"Listen. You know if you didn't want this to be a casual thing you just had to ask."

You took a pause.

"I wasn't sure you really swung that way first of all."

He snorted.

"Yeah. I just let you fuck my ass every other Friday because I'm straight. If I've done anything ever to make you think I'm straight, I sincerely apologize, dude."

Well, now you just felt kinda silly. Of course Hanta of all people wasn't straight. He smirked a bit, leaning over you now.

"And I meeeaaan, if you wanted to, I dunno, make this a serious thing I wouldn't be opposed."

If your blush had died down, it was back in full force now.

"Really? Like, actually you'd wanna go out with me?"

He leaned in close to you, close enough to make your heart flutter and your hands start to get sweaty. He spoke in a calm, quiet voice.

"Does this answer your question?"

He kissed you, but not in the rough, sloppy way he'd kiss you when you guys were fooling around. This kiss was different. It was soft and gentle and firm. There was no room left for you to doubt that he was serious about this between you. He broke the kiss, pushing you back into the beanbag chair, making a bit of a bolder move, and climbing on top of you. He pressed his lips back to yours, keeping it innocent for now. Finally, after a long moment, he broke the kiss and looked down at you. You looked back at him completely breathless. He smiled a bit.

"How was that, Y/n? Did I get my point across?"

You'd shove that smug look off his face if you didn't also want to pull that same face back down into another kiss. You huffed softly.

"Yeah, man. I think I get the idea."

He grinned.

"Good."

He plopped down next to you, wrapping an arm back around your shoulders and relaxing.

"Once the Maryjane kicks in, I'll remind you."

He said with a smirk. You snorted.

"Never call it Maryjane again. You sound like a cop."

He chuckled.

"What would you prefer I call it, fellow kid? Molly? Devil's Lettuce? The Green?"

You elbowed him, laughing. He laughed too.

"Shut up and hand me the snack bag, you nerd."

About half an hour went by as the two of you joked and ate snacks casually, waiting for the edibles to kick in. Hanta sighed, relaxed. You felt that familiar, pleasant feeling sink in. You typically started feeling it before he did anyways.

You looked over at him. He was really pretty. Do you call guys pretty? Well, typically people refer to guys as handsome. It's weird how compliments are specific to how people are. Regardless, Sero was pretty. Not to say he wasn't handsome. The word handsome just seems to imply this specific type of visual aesthetic. You'd say Kirishima was handsome, or, say, Iida. It didn't fit him. The other extreme would be beautiful, and even though you wouldn't say he wasn't beautiful, that word didn't seem right either. You'd say Momo or Todoroki was beautiful. They have that elegance that you'd usually associate with the word. No. Hanta was pretty in the same way you think you could look at Tokoyami or Jirou. It was the subtle ways he just was. The way he existed in space, taking up just the perfect amount of it. The way his laugh wasn't like some romance movie bullshit but was so real yet such a fantasy at the same time.

Your thoughts were swiftly interrupted by the feeling of a soft, wet kiss on your neck. You'd been so zoned out staring at him, you didn't even notice him dip his head down to do that. He chuckled.

"You zoned out, my guy."

He mumbled into your neck. You huffed softly. He continued.

"You just can't get enough of me, can you? Bottom."

You huffed a bit, relaxing into his touch, tilting your head back to give him space.

"Shut up."

You mumbled. He chuckled, climbing on top of you and continuing to kiss your neck lazily. You placed your hands on his waist casually, just for the sake of touching him. He slid his hands up your shirt, pulling it off you with relative ease. You copied him, though he leaned back and pulled it off himself before tossing it aside. You smiled. He was so hot. Not ridiculously built like maybe Satou or All Might or whatever, but he had a nice lean muscle that kept him from being scrawny. He was pretty much perfect in your opinion.

"On your knees, twink."

He joked, slipping his arms under you and attempting to flip you like a pancake. You chuckled, rolling over onto your tummy. He pulled your pants off, getting up to get off his own. You looked back over your shoulder at him.

"Wow, bro. Taking my pants like that? That's pretty gay."

He snickered, climbing on top of you.

"No, no it's not. It's not gay if you're high, dude."

You chuckled. This was nice. It was almost like nothing had changed. Just the both of you goofing around and having a good time together. Perfect.

You were very quickly stopped from having yet another internal monologue by the feeling of your maybe now boyfriend grinding into you. You raised your hips a bit, propping up on your knees. He grabbed your hips, holding them in place, squeezing a bit.

"If we're dating or whatever now, can I officially say this ass is mine?"

You pushed back against him a bit.

"Only if you bottom next time."

"Whaaat, no fair."

"Totally fair."

He (though not really hard) smacked your ass. You gasped, surprised since it wasn't something he typically did. He snickered.

"My ass."

"You are an ass."

He did it again before pulling your boxers down. He chuckled a bit, squeezing your ass. He reached over to the snack bag.

"You brought it right?"

"Yeah, if course I did."

"Nice."

He rummaged around in the bag before pulling out the little bottle of lube. He put some on his fingers, before pushing one into you. You did your best to relax. The whole process was just easier when you weren't tense. He hummed a bit as he worked on opening you up. He wasn't necessarily impatient, but he was definitely excited for this time. This time was different because this time you were his completely. Soon he'd worked up to two fingers, moving at a steady pace. You held on a little tighter to the bean bag, simply enjoying the feeling. Once he was pretty sure you were good, he ditched his boxers, then he paused. You looked back over at him.

"You good?"

He looked at you with a more serious expression.

"Let's get on the bed this time."

"Uh ok."

You got up and so did he. He pulled you over to the bed, pushing you down on your back this time. This was defiantly different. Usually, you guys just did it on the bean bags, and the person on bottom would be on their knees. You gave him a puzzled look.

"I want to see your face this time."

You blushed. He was being more intense than you were used to, but you didn't mind it. In fact, you found it kinda hot. He grabbed a pillow and moved it under your hips so they were raised before he slotted himself between your legs to lean down and kiss you lovingly. You kissed him back. His lips tasted sweet and also like chips, which was kinda nice. He leaned back so he could adjust himself into the right position to start pushing in. You bit your lip, watching him. It was so nice being able to see what he looked like while he did this, seeing how good you were able to make him feel when he did the same for you. He leaned down to kiss you again as his hips slowly started to rock back and forth. You groaned softly into the kiss.

His hands held on firmly to your hips as he slowly but surely started to pick up his pace. He broke the kiss so he could hold a better angle and keep his new pace steady. You moaned out, letting your head tip back and gripping tightly onto the sheets. He half smiled through his own ragged breathing.

"Fuck... I should have had you on your back weeks ago. You're so hot."

You only managed a small groan in response. He let a small laugh as he picked up his pace, going rougher now. He wrapped his hand around your dick, moving it as best he could in time with his own movements. He always made a point of making sure that if you were on the bottom, he got you off first. With the newly added sensation, it wasn't going to take you long to get there. Before too long you were moaning through gritted teeth and cumming in his hand. He worked you through it before letting go and giving it a few more thrusts before he finished too.

You both took a long moment, just breathing. He pulled out, huffing a bit. He grabbed some tissues off his bedside table and clean you up before flopping down beside you.

"Damn.."

"Yeah.."

You both laid there in silence for another minute before he turned to look at you.

He grinned.

"Sooooo, boyfriends?"

You smiled a bit.

"Nah, dude. That's gay."

He rolled his eyes before rolling onto his side facing you and wrapping an arm around you. You leaned up and kissed him. You got really lucky. Your best friend was now also your boyfriend. And you wouldn't change that for the world.

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I need them in a way that is concerning to feminism.

Could you possibly do a story where Tara and Y/N get caught in the middle of fucking by Sam??

(Can be Tara x Fem!Reader, Gp!Tara x Fem!Reader, or Tara x Gp!Reader.)

my sister!?

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x GP!Reader

Summary: request!! ^^

Words: 4k

Warnings/tags: immediate smut, pretend the carpenters have a house and not a shared apartment in new york, protective sam carpenter!!!!!, no ghostface au

a/n: writers block is KILLING me, feelin like i cant write shit

masterlist.

An innocent study night with Tara was impossible.

"Tara—Tara, oh f-fuck, you're taking me so well..."

The sight of Tara beneath you should be a sin of its own; tears stinging her eyes locked on yours with mascara running down her cheeks, her soft, abused lipstick-stained lips parting for pathetic notes of moans and whimpers. Strands of hair lay in a mess on her mattress you relentlessly ruined her on every night she asked of you to.

Every sound she made drove you to closer to insanity, knowing you could worship her everyday for every sin you committed since meeting her. The way her body responded to the slightest thrust was intoxicating, addicting—so fucking addicting. Her fingers clutched on her sheets as if they could help her, knuckles turning white.

Tara's eyes fluttered open after rolling back in pure ecstasy, letting out soft moans with your cock fitting so right and full inside of her. She was barely holding out on her own, you were just so fucking hot and sexy like this, who could blame her?

"More," she cried, voice trembling while she wrapped her arms around your neck to bring you closer, "Please—Fuck! Y/n, y/n, please I—"

She moaned your name as if it was a prayer, her voice alone making your knees weak. Her body arched into yours, seeking more—always for more. Even with your hands steady on her hips, she moved with a mind of her own in her cock-drunk state.

Your grip on her waist tightened, fingers almost bruising her perfect, soft skin as you buried yourself deeper inside her. Her name fell shamelessly from your lips as you felt an aching knot forming in your stomach.

"Tara—I'm so... fuck, m' so close..." you breathed, pupils blown out as you locked eyes with her. Her eyes, everything about her was desperate, fuck, you both were.

Tara—breathless and spent from being so stretched—nodded frantically, her lips pathetically opening and closing almost immediately as if she could say anything other than your name and soft moans.

"Close.. close, too." She gulped, breath hitching, eyes rolling to the back of her head, feeling every inch of you so deliciously deep inside of her. "Fuck, don't stop!"

You were so close, so close to feeling Tara's walls clenching against you that could make every sense in your body go dumb fucking weak and numb, your name dangerously on the tip of her tongue while she goes onto levels higher than cloud 9 as you help her ride out her orgasm.

Close, Tara's so close, so close, fuck, fuck fuck—

When you came, Tara came down hard. Her figure perfectly arched as you rocked your hips back and forth inside of her, the both of you falling into silent moans and hot breaths.

"Tara... are you alright? Shit, Tara, you feel so goo..."

A door opened.

"What the fuck."

Sam. Carpenter. Standing.

You. Tara. On. Bed.

Sam Carpenter, Tara Carpenter. Carpenters.

You. Not Carpenter. Definitely not after today.

Sisters. Right-

FUCK.

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How batshit, totally and flat out embarrassing it would be to be caught having rough sex with your girlfriend in the middle of the night at her house when you're supposed to be studying?

No, it would be fine, very fine actually if it was one of the gang. Hell, you'd take Mindy or Chad any day opening the door to see you and Tara fucking around. You'd live with it and wear it like a fucking badge of honor.

If it wasn't her damn sister.

Sam already despised you for being Tara's girlfriend! You couldn't even hold her close for more than thirty seconds without Sam threatening to grab a hammer and bash your skull in.

What's even worse than that is how she led you both down stairs after awkwardly cleaning up and she's now pacing back and forth in front of the couch Sam pushed you on.

"Sam, you're being overdramatic, we're not those sex-obsessed teens that need counseling." Tara, arms crossed with an adorable pout (you'd defend that pout to your last breath), tackled before her sister could even say anything. "I'm 21 for fucks sake!"

"Oh, Tara, don't even get me started—You literally just turned into the legal drinking age two fucking weeks ago!" Sam stopped in her tracks, pointing at Tara with probably the most killer eyes a killer would kill.

"So—!?"

Sam cut her off before Tara could even say anything, her gaze now directed towards you. "And you," oh shit, you were in for it, "My sister!? That's very low of you, Y/n—"

"Oh, y/n was definitely going low on—"

"Yup, okay, no, stop—Tara." You quickly covered Tara's mouth with your hand before she could further damage your already very rocky relationship with Sam. Come on, you still wanted to be invited to Thanksgiving and Christmas!

"Sam." You took a deep breath, "I am truly sorry for… uhm… doing that. I know that you're being protective and I too would hang myself if I ever hurt Tara in anyway—"

"Mostly sexually." Tara chimed in the background, a shit-eating smirk on her face.

Sam tilted her head like some kind of horror movie scare, "Do you wanna explain what the fuck I just heard from my younger sister, y/n?"

"No, no! I haven't hurt Tara in that way, I swear—!"

"Probably because it felt so good."

You turned to Tara, face twisted for dear life, "Tara do you want my ass kicked or not!?"

Sadly for your long-lived lifespan, Sam was already towering over you.

"It was an accident, I promise, and I—!"

"So you just accidentally slipped and magically ended up being inside my sister for hours?"

Okay, maybe suicide really is the better option. How the fuck do you even respond to that!?

"I—" Fuck, shit, fuck, dick, how do you breathe!? "Well, I... I wouldn't phrase it like that—"

"You know the walls are thin?"

"Y..yes, I'm very sure and—"

"The whole damn house was barely holding up, I thought a fucking 9.8 magnitude earthquake started when I opened the door!"

"We... We are so sorry—"

"And you're also sure that I'd eventually slit your throat in half?"

"Sam, please, I really am s—"

"You know I have a fucking taser in my pocket? The only reason that's restraining me from using it because Tara's sees you as someone alright."

"...Uhm, sweet, but Sam—"

You would thank the heavens for such an assertive and a somehow kind of rebellious to her sisters wishes girlfriend by how Tara stood up so abruptly that a very poor and sad excuse of an excuse in your mind went away.

"You want an apology, Sam?" She tilted her head as she stepped forward, "I'll give you a fucking apology." You know, for a 5 foot nothing girl, she can definitely throw hands. Or words.

"We... are sorry. Actually, Y/n's—"

"Oh my god." You whined in the background.

"Y/n's very sorry for fucking—"

"Okay, no, stop." You interrupted immediately. Why the term!? Infront of her sister!?

"Having sex—!"

"No."

"Intercourse—!"

"No."

"Having... Having coitus—!"

"No, why the hell would you use that!?"

"Making love!"

"Best you could do."

"Y/n's very sorry for being so damn good making love to me in bed, making my mattress squeak louder than a fucking banshee with her cock ramming and giving me multiple orgasms that Danny can't even—!"

"Alllright, I'm stopping you before you get legally disowned at the age of 21" You grabbed Tara by her arms and lifted her up before your entire sex life with her comes tumbling down on your girlfriends sister.

The room was silent. Almost too silent, you swear you could go deaf if more than a second even passes by. Not even a rolling surge of tumbleweed could make it seem less awkward than it is. Even your dignity left.

That was until you heard Sam taking a deep breath.

Before you knew it, you were kicked out of the house with Tara's voice behind you literally defending by describing, in horrific detail, how good you were in bed until Sam shut her up.

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The walk home was and felt downright shameful, even the traffic lights refused to turn green for you. It's like you have a bindle attached to your palms to forever ingrain the memory of Sam's face while you were literally inches deep in Tara.

You crash into your apartment a minute later after fiddling with your keys, not even bothering to take off your coat. You just collapse onto the atleast comfortable carpet floor and let the mites decompose your entire body.

But not even god himself can let you mellow in your own embarrassment, sadness, awkwardness—literally all of the above—without your phone ringing at one of the worst times in your life. Soon you'll hope it'll be seven trumpets.

You blinked from your spot on the floor. It was too good and too much effort to even sit up properly and take the call.

With a soft groan, you roll over like a ragdoll, fumbling for your phone deep in your pockets. You were ready to decline right there and there, or maybe be a dick and answer just to hang up a second later after swearing at them.

Until you saw the name Tara Carpenter with a heart emoji beside it.

Of course, against your better judgment, you answer. How could you not?

"Can you come over?"

Tara's soft voice whispers over the phone, you can almost picture her twisting and turning on her bed, fiddling with the hem of her shirt.

You sigh heavily, managing to croak out a response, "Tara... you know I can't—"

"Please?"

You swallow hard, heart pounding in your chest. She's using that voice that you're so sure could lead to you prison. You're just so glad you're not there in person to see her beautiful brown doe eyes.

You stand up abruptly, clearing your throat. "It's only been 30 minutes since Sam caught us and practically banished me from your home. How am I supposed to—"

"It’s like you’ve never snuck out before!"

"This time it’s serious, Tara! Pretty sure Sam literally hates my guts by now."

There's a pause that interrupts your thoughts, the line going completely silent, wondering if Tara got so irritated she actually hung up on you.

"...Tara?"

"I have windows." She responds, as if she's snapping her two fingers together, "You can sneak in through one."

You smiled. Of course she'd think of this now when all the times you've "snuck" in was through their door (surprisingly, it always worked in the middle of the night.)

"Thought Sam nailed them shut after hearing about a loose serial killer?"

"Found out it’s bullshit, just some teenagers having the trip to scare people for fun. Just—Please."

You roll your eyes, "Okay, well, I'm not going to risk my life—"

"You already are, I can hear you over the phone packing your shit."

Oh, how this girl knows you so well.

You zip up your bag while having your phone pinched between your ear and shoulder, "Yeah, see you in a bit."

The brunette chuckles over your words, you could already see her standing up and opening her window from the sounds you hear. Heavenly.

"Damn, you love me."

"Horribly. Say it back?"

"I will when you get here. Hurry, please."

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It took a long while to reach the Carpenters' house and even longer to actually go up to Tara's window. Climbing a nearby tree and swinging over like Tarzan was a real pain in the ass.

When you finally reach her window, you see Tara lying on her bed, headphones blaring so loudly you can hear the music from outside, plus she's wearing an oversized graphic tee that you're pretty sure is yours.

"Tara!" you call out, knocking on the side of the wall, your shoes gripping the bricks as you wait for her to notice your figure clinging onto a roof for dear life just outside.

Tara doesn't hear you at first, courtesy of the headphones you bought her for her 18th birthday. You knocked a bit louder, but not too loud Sam suspects something.

You have half a mind to just go in unannounced when Tara finally looks up and immediately rushes over your side.

"You know, it's actually harsh to keep a girl wai—"

You were wrapped between her arms before you could even finish.

Tara's lips met yours in a way you melt instantly beneath her breathless, parting her lips and tilting her head to give herself better access inside of you.

She's soft in your arms, yet so eager by how she's gripping the collar of your shirt and pulling you as if you could be any more entwined.

"You kept me waiting." She breaks only to whisper, words coming in a rasp with her breath hot on your lips as she draws you in for more of her.

You're dizzy, hazed, intoxicated, completely fucked by how her tongue presses on yours so painfully heavenly and her teeth nibbling on your bottom lip. You could stumble around your words if she let you to speak. Your hands could go nowhere but on their perfect place on her waist.

Her fingers trail against your skin, tangling within the strands of hair only to pull you more closer to her, forcing your head to tilt at an angle that could make her invade all the right places inside of you.

You sigh in her mouth before regrettably pushing her away, "You wanted to see me?"

Tara's lips curve as she she presses herself against you, her hands traveling from your chest to your face, brushing her fingers gently against your cheek. The mere motion sending cold shivers down your spine that reminds you of your cock slowly growing beneath layers of fabric.

"Fuck that, I needed you." She murmurs, your heart running faster than the way her breathing goes after making out with you. Her hands seemingly wanting nothing more than to roam over your body, tracing all the way down to palm your growing erection underneath your shorts.

A low groan escaped your lips, yours hands finding their way down to softly cup the curve of her ass. "Tara please, don't..."

"Hm," she hums softly, brown eyes filled with nothing but lost gazing directly at your own, "You know I can't resist you, especially when I have you like this," Her voice is teasing. Tantalizing, even, marked with an innocent smile on her face as if she's not an inch away of giving you a handjob.

A chaste peck on your lips was enough for you to spiral and your dick to throb from its clothed prison, her fingers tracing lazy circles around your cock until she stopped at the dip of the waistbands of your shorts.

"You wanna fuck me first, or should I take the lead?"

Your mind raced, cock twitching from her voice alone, words spent while your breathing was anything but calm, pupils blown out and dilated as you looked at the brunette. But there's only one answer that she needed from you.

Without a word, your hands slid under her thighs, effortlessly lifting her up from the floor and straddling her figure down to her ass at your arms, earning a startled hum from the girl.

Her arms went around your neck, one hand trailing from your nape to the strands of your hair, pulling your head closer to her, meeting your lips in an immediate kiss that had Tara moaning and desperately bucking her hips.

You carried her to bed with her legs wrapped tightly around your waist while her hands lingered on your neck, fingers delicately tracing your jawline while she ravished your mouth alone.

Tara was sloppy with you, kisses so wet and desperate, her tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. She was filthy by how she gazed at you with eyes as if she was innocent, how she let her fingers roam your body in all the right places that had your dick leaking.

With a soft groan, you laid her down on the bed, your hands moving to grip her hips as she continued to explore your mouth, not once did she pull away. Not even to spare a breath.

But, you surrendered to her, pulling her away with a string of saliva connecting your lips together.

Fuck, she looked divine.

A sight you always saw in the middle of the night, yet not even the light could take you away from her. Lips stained with mixed saliva from the both of you. Even with your own inches away, her lips stay parted as she pants for air.

It took you a while before you even noticed Tara and you were completely naked, the small girl revealing to be wearing nothing the whole time you were there.

"Shit, Tara. You were wearing nothing but my shirt?" You rasped, breathing heavily while you placed your arms in between her head to push yourself up.

She smiled, chuckled even as she looked at you, hands traveling from your neck down to your chest, "You know I love putting on a show for you, baby." She winked as her fingers ghosted over your nipples, touch so warm and delicate before sliding lower, tracing the lines of your abs. "Fuck, you're so hot like this."

You shivered underneath her touch, even forgetting you were the one who brought her to such a state, yet you were the one who looked pathetic. Whining and completely whimpering on top of her.

You swallow hard, trying to maintain even the slightest bit of dignity and control. "Tara," you whisper, "You're driving me crazy."

She giggles softly, "Good," she murmurs before grasping your wrist and guiding your hand to the waistband of your shorts. "That's exactly what I want to do. Just fuck me, please."

You couldn't hold back any longer as you pulled down your shorts, boxers sliding down your waist as your aching cock springing out, slapping against your chest while it stood tall and hard for seven inches.

Your hand slipped between your bodies to grasp the throbbing length, tip dripping with pre-cum as your thumb grazed over the slit. "Wanna see how good you take me, Tara." You wrapped your fingers around your cock, stroking it up and down as you guided it along her slick folds. "Fuck, you're soaked."

"Stop… Stop teasing, please, oH GOD!"

Tara's hands frantically had a tight grip on your shoulders as you shoved every inch of you inside of her, breath erratic as she tried to suppress every moan down in her throat, her back arching off the bed as you penetrated her so deep

The intense stretch made her eyes flutter open, rolling into the back of head, letting out tears from the pain as her toes curled in pleasure.

You weren't holding up either, she took you so well, her red velvety and slick walls tightening around your cock drove you into a haze. Her nails leaving red marks in their wake on your back, the atmosphere filled with the sounds of skin against skin, gasps and moans of pleasure from Tara increasingly getting louder.

"F-fuck… Oh, fuck!" She gasped, moving her hips to the rhythm of her trusts as you grabbed both of her legs and pulled her closer to you, "Yeah.. Yeah, right there baby!"

All you could think about were her soft moans, face crying from a mixture of pain and pleasure from being stuffed to the brim, keeping a steady pace that had her a moaning mess on your hands.

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You know, Sam always had weird dreams. Weirder than the next, gory than anything from the amount of horror movies she watched along with her younger sister, Tara.

Anything you could do to Sam, she would barely give one or two fucks. Scary movie? More of a boring sit-com that tries to give characters motive and plot some development. Jumpscare her? Reality or movies, either way, you're getting a jumpscare yourself by a hospital bill after she's done with you.

She fears nothing. Except when she woke up just now, hearing her younger sisters voice down the hallway from her room.

Oh my fucking, GOD.

She hopes it'll be a dream, she'd take anything but this. Ever since Tara got a girlfriend, you were nothing but a pain in the ass for her. I mean, she trusts you, sure, but not that enough.

The older Carpenter gets up almost immediately, eyebrows furrowed while her heart heaved with anger. And most probably wrath, and an apology to Tara if she ever found out that her girlfriend was bashed on the skull by her sister.

Every walk she made, the noises got louder yet softer. By the time she was at her door, the noises dropped. Was it all a dream? A nightmare maybe? She'd take that any day.

"Tara!" She yelled out as she took notice of the light illuminating on the creaks of her room., softly knocking on her door. Even if you were there, it's still a 50/50 chance that Tara's actually sleeping. Or sleepwalking even.

She waits for a second.

Then two.

Three.

Four—Okay, no, she's opening the damn door.

She turns the doorknob and immediately bursts into the room. Her eyes scanning the space for any signs of you.

There doesn't seem to be anything.

Her eyes immediately spotted Tara. Or maybe half of her peeking out of the soft blanket with a pillow in between her legs. The only thing that seemed out of place was her window open.

She was about to move a lazy strand of hair away from her face, her hand was already hovering over her body. That was until Tara moved on her own. Murmuring something about some TV show. Or a cinema date, whatever it is that involved your godforsaken name.

"Thank God, that scared me." Sam whispered to herself before going over to Tara's bed, eyes still wandering over Tara's sleeping (?) face before standing up and leaving the room.

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You popped out of the blanket that was covering both you and Tara after giving her one of the best orgasms she's ever had. But the heart attack you both experienced when you heard Sam's footsteps was not fucking it!

A tense breath escapes your lips, relief flooding through you as you look at Tara, post-orgasm. Her eyes are dazed, a silly smile adorning her face.

"Tara, seriously, do you never lock your doors?" you whisper to her, arms sliding on her back to flip the both of you over. Your hands cupping her cheeks, trailing her jawline while you tucked a strand of hair behind her ears.

Tara's laughter rings out softly in the quiet, her cheeks flushed with her chest heaving. There was always something you loved about her smile, her laugh. Sure it was because it was like a taste of heaven as some pathetic human, but… Dimples. Dim-fucking-ples.

She rolls her eyes, letting her head fall on your collarbone. "I have Sam Carpenter in my bloodline, it's pointless."

"Don't be so hard on her." You stroke her hair gently, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "She's just looking out for you," you remind her, tone soft with understanding.

She sighs against your skin. "She's overdoing it. Like, I can throw a punch. Did you not see the fight I pulled with that dick from a party in the middle of nowhere may I remind you? I could've sworn Mindy sent the video to you!"

"Yeah Tara, but you're also an A24 chick who could memorize the full script of The Babadook, I love you for it baby." You laughed. "But Sam is just looking out for you. Especially me, I literally just fucked her sister in her house."

Tara looks up at you. Batting her eyelashes and smirking while she tilted her head, planting a chaste kiss near your lips, but not near enough you could taste her. "And you fucked her so well."

"We are not having another round, Tara."

"You know me so well it's fucking irritating. Can you just not?" She scoffs, but only playfully.

"But you actually should lock them, it's a safety hazard."

"Mhm, and you should let me ride you." She turns to the side, falling over your body, her hands tracing the soft dips and your toned abs.

"After that heart attack? No, Tara."

"Yeah?" She cocked her head, "Then why not give me more reasons why you're still hard."

"Oh..." You looked down. Fuck, you are. "Oh, fuck you."

"I'm hoping you will."

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head before turning to her side, "By the way, you never said the thing."

She wrapped her arms around your body as you faced her. "Oh, what thing this time, baby?"

You sigh.

"I love you."

Tara laughs. She knew what you wanted.

"I love you too."

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a/n: im back!

unanswered

pairing: tara carpenter and reader

summary: you break the cycle of being the second choice.

wordcount: 3.1k

tara <3 (10:27pm)

i miss you.

can you come over?

sam's not home.

You stared at the messages for a moment, a mix of emotions churning in your chest.

It wasn't the first time Tara had texted you like this—far from it.

Every couple of weeks, when the night stretched out too long and too quiet, she reached out to you. It had become a pattern, one you were all too familiar with.

You knew why she was texting.

It wasn't because she was lonely, at least not in the way you wished she was.

Tara was thinking about Amber.

Amber, who had her wrapped around her finger. You knew how Tara saw her, like she was something special, someone Tara wanted more than anything.

But Amber. Amber only wanted Tara when it suited her, when she needed someone to make her feel powerful, desired.

When Amber wasn't around, Tara turned to you. You were the one who picked up the pieces, who made her feel wanted when Amber didn't care to.

You knew it wasn't about love, not for Tara—not like you wanted it to be. It was about comfort, about filling the void Amber left behind when she was off doing her own thing.

But every time Tara texted, asking you to come over, you went.

You told yourself you'd resist, that this time you wouldn't give in, but the moment you saw her name on your screen, all your resolve crumbled.

Because for those few hours, you got to be the one she wanted, the one she needed, even if it was just physical. Even if it wasn't enough.

You typed out a quick reply, agreeing to come over, even though you knew how it would end. You would be there for her that night, but tomorrow or the next day, Amber would come back, and you would be forgotten, left waiting for the next time Tara needed you.

As you headed to her place, you thought about how it would go.

She would open the door, looking relieved, like she had been waiting for you. You would follow her inside, and before long, she'd be pulling you close, her hands desperate, her lips searching.

And you'd give in, just like you always did, because in those moments, it almost felt like she wanted you, like she needed you.

But in the back of your mind, you knew the truth. You weren't her first choice—Amber was.

You were the one she turned to when Amber wasn't there, when she needed someone, anyone, to fill the space Amber left behind.

And when Amber did want Tara, everything changed.

The texts stopped coming. You sent her messages, trying to check in, to see how she was doing, but they went unanswered.

It was like you didn't exist. Tara disappeared into Amber's world, wrapped up in her like nothing else mattered.

And when you finally did hear from her, it was a curt response, a text saying she wasn't ready for a relationship, that inviting you over had been a mistake. The words stung, even though you had heard them before.

Then the next day, you saw them at school, Tara and Amber, tangled together like they were the only people in the world.

Amber's arm was slung around Tara's shoulders, and Tara was laughing, looking at Amber like she was the only one that mattered.

You watched from a distance, that familiar ache gnawing at your insides, knowing that you were just caught in a loop—a constant cycle that never seemed to end.

You told yourself you'd stop. That the next time Tara reached out, you wouldn't go. But you knew the truth. You'd go, every time, because for those few hours, she was yours, even if it was all a lie.

And maybe, just maybe, you'd let yourself believe that this time, things would be different.

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It wasn't different.

After leaving Tara's place, you had gone home late at night, slipping out quietly once she had fallen asleep.

The routine was almost ritualistic, carved into your brain. Waiting until the room was silent, then making your way back into the solitude of your own space.

Sleep had been elusive, haunted by the warmth of her presence and the cold reality of your situation.

The night before had been a predictable spiral of emotions. Amber had been ignoring Tara's messages for three long days. Tara had tried repeatedly to reach out, her texts becoming increasingly desperate and tinged with frustration.

Amber's silence had left her feeling raw and abandoned. The usual pattern of their volatile relationship had taken its toll on Tara.

When Tara reached out to you, she had come to you with that familiar blend of vulnerability and need.

It had begun with her confiding in you about Amber's absence, her frustration palpable.

She had spoken of feeling neglected and unwanted, her words mingling with tears as she expressed how Amber's disregard had left her feeling empty.

As the evening wore on, her need for reassurance had grown more intense.

Tara had sought out your touch as if trying to fill the void left by Amber's absence. Her need for physical closeness was almost desperate, driven by the emotional turmoil she was experiencing.

But even as you gave her what she asked for, you knew it was a temporary fix. You were there to soothe the pain and fulfill her need for affection, but you weren't the one she truly wanted.

The next morning, you found yourself at school, moving through the halls with heavy steps, lack of sleep and with that same old sense of anticipation mixed with dread.

You kept checking your phone, hoping for a message from Tara—a simple acknowledgment of what you shared the night before, anything to suggest that she felt something more.

But the screen remained dark, and with each passing hour, the silence grew louder, echoing the realization that you were still just a momentary distraction in her life.

During a break between classes, you walked through the corridor, your mind preoccupied.

That's when you saw them.

Tara and Amber.

They stood by the lockers. Tara was laughing, her face lit with a joy you hadn't seen since the last time Amber had returned.

And then there was Amber, her arm casually slung around Tara, claiming her with the ease of someone who knew they were wanted.

As you walked past, Tara's eyes caught yours for the briefest of moments.

There was something in her expression—an almost imperceptible flicker of guilt or perhaps regret—but it vanished as quickly as it appeared.

She looked away, her attention snapping back to Amber, who seemed completely unaware of the tension that had passed between you.

It stung. The way she could so easily disconnect from what had happened between you, the way she could just switch off her emotions and return to Amber as if nothing had changed.

You tried to push the feeling aside, to focus on your classes, but it lingered, a bitter reminder that, no matter how much you wanted things to be different, they never would be.

As the day wore on, you sent another text to Tara, hoping for some form of acknowledgment or a sign that things might be different.

When school ended and you headed home, the ache of being a second choice weighed on you.

The cycle was all too familiar: Tara's need for you when Amber wasn't available, and the emptiness that followed when Amber reappeared.

Each time you allowed yourself to hope for something more, you were met with the same cycle of anticipation and disappointment.

In the quiet of your room, you found yourself once again waiting for the next time Tara might reach out, even though you knew how it would end.

The hope that things might change felt increasingly fragile.

As night fell, the familiar loneliness crept in, settling in the pit of your stomach. You couldn't shake the memory of her touch, the way she had clung to you just hours before.

The emptiness of your room felt suffocating, amplifying the silence that had stretched on throughout the day.

You reached for your phone, staring at the screen, battling with yourself.

You knew you shouldn't reach out, knew it would only lead to more heartache. But the need for some kind of connection, any connection, gnawed at you. The words you wanted to say swirled in your mind—questions, reassurances, anything to pull her back toward you, even for just a moment.

Finally, you gave in, typing out something that almost seemed too desperate, even for you.

i don't want to bother you, but i just dont get why u can't answer.

Your thumb hovered over the send button, hesitating for a moment, knowing that sending it might only lead to more disappointment.

But the need for her to acknowledge you, even in the smallest way, was too strong to resist. You hit send, the message slipping into the void, joining the countless others that had been left unaddressed.

You scrolled to the last message you'd sent earlier.

i miss you. can we talk?

It still sat there, unanswered, just like so many others.

Then, the waiting began—each passing minute feeling like an eternity as you stared at your phone, hoping for the familiar buzz that would signal a reply.

The hope that she might respond, that things might be different this time, felt fragile, like it could shatter at any moment. But still, you clung to it, knowing that even the smallest sign from her would be enough to keep you holding on.

A few hours later, just as you were beginning to lose hope, your phone buzzed in your hand.

Your heart leapt, but the anticipation quickly turned to dread as you read Tara's reply.

tara <3 (11:49pm)

can you stop? i don't want to do this anymore. i don't want anything to do with you.

You stared at Tara's message, trying to process the harshness of her words.

They were unlike anything she had sent before—usually, it was as simple as her saying she wasnt ready for a relationship, or an apologetic excuse.

But tonight, her response was stark and final, a sharp difference to the usual uncertainty.

The weight of her words settled heavily, and the familiar ache of being a backup choice intensified.

You had been through this cycle countless times: waiting for her, hoping for something more, only to be pushed aside when Amber reappeared.

But this time, something felt different—more definitive, more cutting.

The message wasn't just a dismissal; it felt like a cold rejection, an end to the hope you'd been clinging to.

It stung, more than you wanted to admit, especially because it was a departure from her usual way of handling things.

This wasn't about being unsure or wanting space—it was a clear, unambiguous statement that she didn't want you in her life, at least not right now.

You were tired of the endless cycle, the emotional rollercoaster that left you waiting for her next move, only to be met with the same predictable outcome.

The frustration and hurt mingled with a reluctant clarity. It was time to accept that this wasn't going to change, that hoping for more only led to deeper disappointment.

As you set your phone down, the finality of her words clung to you.

It was a painful realization, but perhaps it was a necessary one.

The time had come to stop being her second choice, to stop waiting for a sign that things might be different.

The message was a harsh reminder that you deserved more than the fragments of attention she had been offering.

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The following days passed quietly.

Tara didn't reach out—not a single message, not even a glance in the hallways at school.

The silence was new, unsettling in its finality, but surprisingly, you found yourself adjusting quicker than you expected.

Maybe it was because you had set your mind to it, determined to break the cycle that had kept you stuck for so long.

You stayed busy, filling the spaces where your thoughts might have wandered back to her.

It wasn't easy, but it felt different this time—like there was a real shift in the way you handled it. Each day that passed without hearing from her was a small victory, proof that you could move forward, even if it still hurt.

But what struck you the most was the time. It had never passed this long without Tara reaching out to you.

In the past, the silence might last a day or two at most, and then you'd see her name on your phone, pulling you back into the familiar rhythm. But now, the days stretched on, and with each one, the possibility of her return seemed to slip further away.

You couldn't help but wonder if Amber had finally come around, realized her own behavior, and decided to commit to Tara in the way she had always craved.

Maybe that's why Tara hadn't reached out—because this time, Amber wasn't pushing her away. Maybe this time, Amber was staying.

You thought this was the end.

Maybe in a way, you even wanted it to be over.

The endless cycle of being Tara's second choice had drained you, and a clean break, painful as it was, seemed like the only way to move forward. If Amber had finally come through for Tara, then maybe you could let go for good.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the case.

It was late on a Saturday night when your phone buzzed again. At first, you didn't even check it—assuming it was just a notification, something unimportant. But then, another buzz, and the vibration against your nightstand was impossible to ignore.

You glanced over, already knowing who it was before you even saw the name.

Tara.

The message sat there, glowing up from the screen in the dark of your room, cutting through the false sense of peace you'd managed to create. For a moment, you didn't want to open it. You didn't want to see what she had to say, because you knew where it would lead. It was never simple with Tara—it was always a pull, always a need that brought you back, even when you knew better.

But your fingers moved anyway, unlocking the phone and opening the message.

tara (2:03am)

are u awake?

Three simple words, but they were enough to unravel everything.

Enough to remind you that maybe you weren't as far gone from her grasp as you had hoped.

You didn't need to ask. You could already guess the situation.

Amber was probably at some party again, the kind where Tara was never invited, where Amber went alone and never bothered to check if Tara wanted to come along.

You could picture it perfectly—Amber's social media lighting up with photos and stories, flashing images of her having the time of her life, surrounded by people, as if Tara didn't exist.

Tara had always hated that. You knew the jealousy had probably started to build, slowly at first, until it reached a point where Tara couldn't take it anymore, and now she was turning to you.

Again.

It was always the same. Amber made her feel small, invisible, and then Tara reached out to you, seeking comfort and reassurance.

And you'd always been there—like a lifeline she could tug on when the weight of Amber's indifference got too heavy. But this time, something in you snapped. You were tired. Tired of being the backup plan, tired of picking up the pieces whenever Amber shattered her.

You didn't want to do it anymore.

Not this time.

The routine had become suffocating, a weight pressing down on your chest, and every time you gave in, it only added to the ache.

You could feel the familiar pull of her message, but instead of giving in, there was a resistance in you, stronger than before.

This wasn't your mess to clean up anymore. You were tired of being the person Tara came to when things didn't go her way with Amber. Tired of being her second choice, the one she used when her first option failed her.

Your heart sank as you stared at her message, knowing what she wanted, what she was asking for without even having to say it. And for the first time, you realized that you didn't have the energy to give her what she wanted. You didn't have it in you to be that person for her anymore.

You didn't answer.

For the first time, you just let the message sit there, ignored. You couldn't bring yourself to respond. Not this time.

Your phone buzzed again, and then again, as Tara's messages came through in rapid succession, each one more desperate than the last.

i'm sorry.

i didn't mean what i said.

please, i'm so sorry.

i do want you. i swear, i do.

The notifications kept lighting up your screen, each one tugging at that old part of you, the part that always responded, always showed up when she needed you.

But you didn't open them. Not tonight. You stared at her words, feeling a familiar ache in your chest, but this time it was mixed with something else—resolve. You knew what this was. You knew it was the same cycle playing out all over again, and you were tired of it.

She kept sending more messages, fragments of apologies, excuses, trying to pull you back in.

please talk to me.

i miss u.

please don't ignore me

i need you.

But you couldn't do it. Not anymore. You let the phone buzz, let her words pile up without an answer, because this time, you weren't going to be the one who gave in.

The ache in your chest tightened, but this time it wasn't enough. You weren't going to be pulled back into the same pattern. Not again.

You felt your thumb hover over the screen, hesitating for only a moment before tapping to block her number. It wasn't easy, but it felt like the only thing left to do.

The silence that followed was deafening, the buzzing of your phone replaced with an emptiness that was almost worse. Almost.

But there was also a strange sense of relief. It wasn't the closure you wanted, but it was the closure you needed. For the first time, you chose yourself. You chose to let go.

And as the night stretched on, you found a quiet peace in the stillness, knowing that this time;

you wouldn't be waiting for her anymore.

too busy being yours

summary: being in a secret relationship suddenly kills you when another girl openly flirts with your man.

pairing: chad meeks martin x fem!reader

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you and chad had been dating secretly for over five months now. the two of you decided to keep it a secret from the group because you wanted to enjoy each other privately. it meant sneaky into each other’s dorms and leaving a couple of minutes after the other person to meet.

“sorry i’m late! my painting class ran a little bit over time,” you rushed over to the benches your friends sat at with a bright smile.

“you’re just in time, we’re talking about the upcoming halloween frat party,” mindy said to you while you sat down next to chad. a knowing smile was shared between the two of you.

“someone’s been getting down and dirty,” he points to your paint covered skin. you playfully roll your eyes and shove his shoulder.

“yeah yeah whatever. i’ll have you know that-“

“hey chad, right?” ameila, a known cheerleader at blackmore stood in front of the group ignoring the burning stares of everyone.

“uh yeah?”

“i just wanted to ask if you were going to the halloween party on saturday.”

“we’re all going,” chad motions with his hand to the rest of the friend group.

“good, save me a dance,” she winks at him and walks away. you’re mood was instantly put off by another girl hitting on your boyfriend. you couldn’t even say anything because to everyone else, you guys weren’t dating just friends.

“anyways. y/n, what’s your painting this time?” tara turns her body to face you from the bench opposite to you.

“um the theme is new york related, so i was doing something about the subways. i think i’m gonna go back to my um dorm to wash off this paint,” you looked down at your shoes and back up with a weak smile. you decided to ignore chad’s worried look and got up from your seat.

“i’ll see you guys later,” you waved and walked away.

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a knock on the door pulls your attention away from the book you were engrossed in. standing up, you walked and opened the door. on the other side stood your boyfriend who still had the worried look in his eyes.

“what’s wrong with you?” he pushed passed you and walked into your room. with the roll of your eyes, you sighed closing your door.

“well hello to you too shit.”

“babe.”

“what?” chad wraps his arms around your waist pulling you into him. his eyes kept their gaze on your face the entire time.

“what happened out there?”

“nothing, i wanted to wash the paint off of my body.”

“that’s it?”

“um yes? what else would be wrong?” the fact that chad didn’t see the bigger picture of another girl hitting on him was crazy to you. you didn’t want to bring it up, scared about being the overly jealous girlfriend. even though you were incredibly jealous.

“you’d tell me if anything else was wrong, right?”

“of course baby,” you pecked his lips and removed yourself from his arms to put your dirty clothes in your laundry basket.

“hey hey, i didn’t say that you could remove yourself from me,” chad picks you up from behind making you giggle while he lays you gently on your bed, hovering over your body.

“so i have to ask for permission to move?” you whispered as you caress his face with one hand.

“yeah.”

“oh really?”

“mhm,” he bit his lip before leaning down to kiss you once again. you loved moments like this with him. it was as if you were in your own little world.

-

you threw your shot back bitterly while glowering at chad and ameila taking shots together. she had grabbed his arm the minute you guys stepped into the house. pulling him to where the other cheerleaders and frat boys were. it didn’t help that his costume consisted of being a shirtless cowboy. your costume matched his being you were dressed as a dallas cowboys cheerleader.

“y/n you might want to slow down. this is like your four shot in two minutes,” ethan said to you while looking at mindy and anika for help.

“can’t.”

“is it because your jealous over the cheerleader and chad?” you looked at mindy’s smug face with wide eyes.

“why would i be jealous over that?”

“you’ve been staring at them the entire time. plus, we all know you’re in love with chad,” anika pitches into the conversation.

“you know what, i’m gonna go dance,” you shook your shoulders and headed to the dance floor. if chad wanted to play this game, he’ll be the one losing.

-

when chad turned his head, he expected to see you with ethan, mindy and anika on the couch but you weren’t there. he sends a questioning look to his sister. to which she points to middle of the room holding back a laugh.

he turns his gaze to mindy’s pointed finger and finds you dancing with some asshole. a certain fire was burning within him. how dare someone else dance with his girl? without missing a beat, he walks over to where you were completely ignoring ameila’s calls for him.

“howdy partner, she’s coming with me.” you stopped dancing to stare at chad.

“what was that? i didn’t hear you.”

“uh yeah you did.”

“well we’re having a good time, aren’t we?” you stayed quiet keeping your eyes on your boyfriend whose anger was growing by the second.

“this isn’t up for debate,” chad swiftly picks you up and puts you over his shoulder. one arm holding your legs and a hand holding your ass knowing that the shorts of your costume was short enough.

“chad what the fuck!”

“stop talking.”

“no, what is wrong with you? let me down!” he continues to ignore your pleads and the stares of other party goers. he walks upstairs and finds an empty room, only then did he let you down. chad crossed his arms over his chest matching the glare you gave him.

“what the fuck was that?”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“that little stunt you pulled back there,” you moved your gaze from him to the floor.

“look at me baby,” he gently cups your cheeks making you look at him.

“you gotta talk to me. tell me what’s wrong,” with furrowed brows, you felt yourself get mad again. you remove yourself from his hold and crossed your arms over your chest.

“my problem is you and ameila.”

“me and ameila?”

“you heard what i said chad. don’t act confused.” he chuckles slightly causing you to get even more mad.

“oh so your laughing at me?”

“yes because there is no ‘me and ameila’. you’re being ridiculous,” you scoffed at the boy and started pacing.

“then why are you entertaining her? huh?”

“oh i see what’s happening,” you stopped your pacing to glimpse at his growing smile on his face. of course, he’d find this humorous.

“what’s happening babe? enlighten me.”

“you’re jealous.”

“am not.”

“are too. the evidence is there don’t try to deny it,” he points a finger at you with his stupidly handsome smile.

“you’re literally entertaining her!”

“i’m sorry if it seems that way but i’m too busy being yours to even notice another women. you’re my women,” chad tugged your arms uncrossed and moves you closer to him.

“it’ll help if she’d know that too.”

“you want me to tell everyone that i’m yours just like you’re mines?” you nodded your head at his words. maybe being public will stop the very obvious flirting towards him.

“i need your words sweetheart,” his breath whispered on your lips sending a shiver down your spine.

“yes, i want be with you publicly.”

“yeah?”

“stop being a tease,” you groaned and hid your face in chest while wrapping your arms around his waist.

“i’ll scream it to the world that i’m in love with you. everyone will know that i only have eyes for you.”

“good. and everyone will know i only have eyes for you.”

“hell yeah they would,” chad pulls back from the hug to kiss your lips. he’s been dying to do that ever since he forced you into the room to talk to him. he’ll never get over kissing you.

you jumped making him catch your legs, so that they were around his waist and your arms around his shoulders. chad deepen the kiss caressing your ass with his hands. a moan slipped through your throat and you pulled away from him. he tried chasing your lips desperately wanting kiss you again.

“easy there cowboy,” you whispered biting onto your bottom lip.

“can’t help myself when it comes to you.”

“let’s go take this rodeo somewhere else, yeah?” he places you down and keeps his lustful eyes on you.

“sounds good to me, i got a horse you can ride.”

“chad!” you slapped his chest with a laugh, feeling your face heat up.

“i told you i can’t help myself when it comes to your sexy ass,” he slaps your ass and opens the door for you, following right behind you. with joint hands you guys headed back downstairs.

Hi!! i love your writing! if you were taking requests i was if you could with chad? maybe something along the lines with the reader being insecure about herself? like chad is obviously a god in a mans body and she just feels like he needs someone better than her, so she starts to maybe pull back and change? thank you sm in advance :)

My Girl — Chad Meeks ★

PAIRING: Chad Meeks x Fem!reader

WARNINGS: lots of negative self talk and not thinking your good enough that kinda stuff but fluffy ending

A/N: kind of a long one, enjoy babes 🫡

You played with the rings on your fingers as you stared at the ceiling. Chad was out at a party that he dragged Ethan, Tara, Quinn, Anika, and Mindy too. You didn’t feel like going and muttered some excuse of not feeling well, though you were fine. Well physically at least, mentally you were struggling. You’ve felt so insecure and undeserving of love lately and you didn’t know how to bring it up with your boyfriend, Chad.

You sighed and rolled over, pulling the blanket over you, and looking at your phone. You’ve been refreshing your friend’s story all night and it only made you feel worse. Chad was always friendly, a bit too friendly, and what doesn’t help with that is that he’s also extremely oblivious. So he can’t really tell when another girl is flirting with him but you’ve been looking at it through other peoples stories and posts all night.

There’s this one girl that keeps talking and getting too close to him, touching him and whispering stuff in his ear, and she was gorgeous. You started to tear up thinking about it, sure maybe it was stupid, but it made you want to puke. You stood up and waddled over to the tall stand up mirror you had in the corner of your room. What hurt even more was that they’d look good together, way better than you and Chad. There was no hiding Chad was good looking, everyone knew it, everyone could see it. You always thought he deserved someone more.

But he chose you and he tells you that all the time. He wants you. It was enough to calm you down at the time until you heard some girls talking about it in the bathroom once. Talking about how Chad needed someone prettier and more popular and preppy, and all that dumb bullshit. You didn’t care about designers, or how many likes you got on an instagram post, you didn’t care about frat parties, any of that. That’s what drew Chad to you, you were so much different than the people he usually surrounded himself with and he liked it.

He liked how normal he felt around you, how carefree and loved he felt. He didn’t care what you looked like, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t think you’re breath taking. He adores you, he adores everything about you. You knew that cause he told you constantly. That boy is always showering you with compliments. So why wasn’t it enough for you anymore? Why did you constantly feel less than compared to him? You knew it wasn’t his fault. You wiped a few tears that had managed to fall down your cheeks and climbed back into bed. You ended up overthinking and crying yourself to sleep.

-

“Hellooo, I’m home!” Chad walked into the apartment and locked the door. “Y/n?” He tried calling for you again since he didn’t hear your voice. Maybe you were asleep? He curiously opened the door to your room and quietly entered. He saw you sleeping, phone in hand, and your face looked wet? He curiously got closer and examined your features, your cheeks were stained with tear streaks and your mascara was a mess. You’d definitely been crying. He frowned and looked at the time, 1 am. Shit, he was late again. He didn’t know if he wanted to wake you up or not.

You looked so peaceful. He decided to not wake you and instead gently wiped the tears and mascara off your pretty face and got dressed in more comfortable clothes before joining you in the bed. He wrapped his arms around your waist protectively and pulled you closer. He made a mental note to take you out on a nice date soon. Maybe you were crying cause you were stressed? You had complained about your classes and exams lately. That had to be it. He kissed your head and started to drift off to sleep. He’d talk to you about it tomorrow.

-

You groaned as you woke up to the blinding sun in your eyes. As you tried to get up you felt a force pull you back. You looked back to see your boyfriend asleep and remembered the events of last night. You wondered what time he ended up coming home. You were asleep by 12 so it had to be late. What kept him? Maybe he ended up doing something with that girl. But it’s Chad, he wouldn’t do that. Right? Your thoughts were interrupted by a yawn from Chad. He looked at you and smiled, “Hi baby.” You tried giving him a smile back, “Morning.”

He frowned at your coldness but didn’t say anything about it, “C’mon I’ll make you breakfast,” he said while standing up. “Okay,” you nodded and got up to walk towards the kitchen. He watched you walked away, not even a hug or a kiss for him? He stretched and went to the kitchen. You were sitting down at the table. “What are you hungry for?” You shrugged at the question, “I don’t know, it doesn’t matter.” He opened the cabinet and stared for a moment, deciding if he wanted to confront you about your attitude or not.

He sighed, “What’s gotten into you? Are you okay?” You looked at him with an expression he couldn’t read, “I’m fine.” He scoffed, “You’re obviously not fine. Just tell me what’s wrong, babe,” he said with a soft tone. He cared. He sounded like he cared. Just tell him, he’ll understand. Your thoughts raced and you bounced your foot up and down as your fingers tapped the table anxiously. “Last night. Did you do anything..with another girl?” You asked slowly, not meeting his gaze. Chad gaped at you. How could you think that?

Why would you think that? You trusted him didn’t you? “Are you serious?” His voice was louder than he intended, “How could you ask me that?” You bit your lip and stood up, “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said anything-,” you try walking away but Chad quickly grabs your hand and pulls you back to him. You look up at him and he notices the tears that are rolling down your cheeks. “Hey hey hey hey, what’s wrong?” His gaze softens and he cups your cheeks. “I’m sorry I’m really sorry Chad.” He pulls you into a hug while you sob in his chest.

You broke. You don’t know why but you did. You could tell he was hurt by your words, you could tell he cared and that made you feel stupid. “Deep breaths. That’s it,” he rubbed your back in small circles, “Good, in and out.” You hold him tighter. You didn’t deserve him. He was so loving and kind even after you accused him of something like that. You still feel like you aren’t good looking enough for him but maybe you can talk to him about it. He takes note of your breathing slowing down a bit and he pulls away from you. “Why don’t we go sit on the couch, yeah?”

You nod and he takes your hand, leading you to the couch. He sits down and you sit down next to him. He wraps an arm around you and kisses your head, “Can you tell me what’s been bothering you lately?” He asks, his voice just above a whisper. You look at him teary eyed and let out a shaky breath, “I feel like I’m not good enough for you.” If you weren’t sitting right next to him Chad doesn’t think he’d be able to hear you. “What are you talking about?” He says looking at you concerned.

“You could have someone prettier than me. A lot prettier. All the girls on campus are gorgeous and they want you. So why did you choose me?” You ask curiously, meeting the baffled look on his face. “I chose you because I love you. I love everything about you. You’re funny, you’re kind, you’ve been there for me when I’ve needed you, you like the same nerdy shit I do,” you chuckle at his response but he keeps going, “You’re beautiful you know that? Everything about you. You will always be enough for me, I couldn’t give a fuck less about anyone else. Just you, you’re all I need,” he tells you like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

You give him a genuine smile and he nudges you playfully, “There it is. I love your smile,” he says before kissing you softly. You melt into the kiss and it’s then when you realize how much your boyfriend loves you. You pull back and kiss his cheek, “Thank you, I’m sorry for being dumb.” He shakes his head and laughs, “It’s okay. It’s my job to reassure you.” He kisses you again in the same gentle way as before and you wrap your arms around his neck.

He pulls back and kisses your head, then your cheeks, your nose, under your eyes, your neck, and then your lips again, making sure to add an exaggerated mwa sound at the end of each kiss. “Chad stop,” you giggle. He smiles and quickly kisses you again, “You’re just so pretty I can’t help it.”

one of my fun little late night fics 😙 goodnight everybody I’ll write smth tmr to make up for this weekend (hopefully)

tunnel vision

pairing(s): chad meeks-martin x fem!reader

summary: in which you think there's something wrong with you because no guy can make you cum and your best friend chad proves you wrong. based on a request by @menlvrr who simply asked for a pussy eating fic but i constantly go overboard so this is longer than i expected and it kind of sucks don't judge me. ( also thanks for requesting )

warning(s): adult content, no spoilers, porn with a smidge of plot, pussy eatinggggg, shy & inexperienced!reader, fluff and unedited work with guaranteed grammar mistakes because i can't spell.

© msgorillagripcoochie , do not steal, post on third party sites or translate my work

"We don't have to if you don't want to." Chad leans over you, his hands by your thighs kneeling on the bed. You shift picking at the hem of your sleep shirt, you're nervous "I can leave now and we can pretend this never happened."

"No, I want to." You shake your head clearing your throat "I'm just scared." You weren't scared of Chad of course, you trusted him with your life.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he smiled at you "Of what?" You shrug "What if I don't-" You lean forward whispering like it's a bad word "-cum?"

"If you don't cum?" He repeats your cheeks heating up hearing it come from his mouth, you bury your face in your hands.

"What if there's something wrong with me?" Your voice is muffled by your hands but he hears you just a clear shaking his head "There's nothing wrong with you, I know it." He tells you "Plus, I'm the master at this." He joked trying to help you ease your nerves. You believed him of course about being a master at this, you had heard stories from girls that had dated Chad but what if he couldn't do it? What if there was actually something wrong with you?

He carefully pulls your hand away from your face meeting your pretty eyes "Let's just take it slow, you tell me if you want me to stop."

"Okay." You breathe dropping your hands by your sides. He leans closer "Can I kiss you?" You realize in that moment that, that was the first time that anyone had ever asked to kiss you. They usually just did it and it was always up to you on whether you wanted to push they away or not but he asked you.

"Yeah." You nod again as his hand slid to cup your face kissing your lips. It's soft and tender, you had never kissed Chad before but it was better than you ever could imagine. You're hesitant at first to reciprocate his soft touch but you find yourself following his movements, your lips moving against his.

He dropped his hand to your side cradling your body slowly guiding you to lay onto your back as he towered over you.

You placed your hand on his chest gripping at his t shirt when he pushes his tongue into your mouth, his tongue pushing against yours. He finds himself sliding your shirt up a little but before he moves to fast he pulls back. His breathing heavy as yours was "You okay?"

"Yeah."

"You'll tell me if I'm doing something wrong, right?"

"Of course." You promised with your cute little smile. Truthfully Chad had always liked you more than he should've but he had never had the balls to make the first move but now he was here with you way passed the 'first move' and all he could think about was how the universe was on his side.

"Can I?" He asked rolling the material of your shirt between his fingers and you nod. Slowly he drags the shirt up your legs, his fingers tracing over you hip. It feels dirtier than it should, he's barely touching it but goosebumps are covering your skin. He stops lifting the shirt just under your breasts.

He kisses your forehead before he slides down your body. His breath fans against your belly, his eyes flickering up to yours before he places a kiss just above your belly button, his tongue dragging lightly against yours skin.

You tried to keep your breathing steady as he placed wet kisses along your waist just above your panties. He leaned back for a moment, his fingers brushing against the top of your panties before slowly sliding down over your wet center through the material.

You gasp softly as his fingers ghost over you. He's sweet leaning forward to press a kiss against the wet material, one arm hooking around your thigh to hold your hips when they jerked up

"I'm sorry." You apologized looking up at the ceiling embarrassed that you were acting this way.

"It's okay." He chuckled "It's okay to want me to touch you." He reassured you placing another kiss over the fabric before rubbing his thumb over your clit. A quiet whimper escaped your lips, he grins at the sound placing soft kisses on your inner thigh.

He could hardly keep his hands──and mouth── off of you. His places his large hand over your belly to hold you in place, he drags his tongue over your panties tasting you. He groans at your taste doing it once more. You're embarrassed by the way your thighs are shaking by his head but he doesn't, he loves how reactive you are to his touch.

His fingers hook around the side of them "I'm going to take these off, is that fine?"

"Yeah." You answered in a small whisper, he's careful dragging them down your skin, you raised your hips to help him. Your wetness sticking to the making him so much harder in his jeans. "Fuck."

He places your panties beside you on the bed just incase you change your mind about this. He brushes his lips along the tops of your thighs before pecking your skin as he slowly pushes your thighs open.

He groans into your skin at the sight of your wet center, you were sure you were embarrassingly wet despite the fact he had barely touched you. "God, you're gorgeous." He leaned forward just about to drag his tongue through your folds but you sat up on your elbows "Wait." He stopped immediately looking up at you "You okay? You want me to stop? "

"No just-" You cleared your throat "Could you hold my hand? You don't have to I mean-" he cuts off your nervous rambling reaching up and holding your hand in his "Of course."

He lets you move a bit getting comfortable, he intertwines your fingers, his other hand holding onto your thigh. He's delicate placing a kiss on your clit before pushing his warm tongue through your folds, a gasp escaping your lips. He repeats the actions before swirling his tongue around your clit. A loud moan escapes your lips but you quickly bring your hand up to cover your mouth.

He says something you don't hear for a moment but he repeats your name "Yeah?"

"I wanna hear you." It makes your cheeks heat up, he's serious you can tell from the way he looks at you and slowly just for him you uncover your mouth. He dives back almost pushing himself deeper into you. He focuses on your clit, sucking at the bundle of nerves, his tongue pressed against it swirling around it.

"Oh my gosh." You whimper your hand dropping to the back of his head, your other squeezing his hand. He squeezes it back in response.

He's trying to be sweet, soft, he really is but you, god, you drive him fucking crazy and all too quickly he's getting rough as he delivers hard sucks to your clit, mouthing at your pussy.

You're in shambles and you should be embarrassed by the way he's got you on the edge but you can't. Chad swears this is the most vocal he's ever heard you, you're sweet sounds echoing and it's downright sinful the way you could hear the way he's eating you out, the way he slurps and licks at you like a man starved.

Ever so often his eyes flicker up to your face to watch the way your beautiful face contorts in pleasure. He's surrounded by your smell and your moans and he wouldn't want it any other way.

You can't think, you're mind is gone and all you can think about is how good his tongue feels on you, he lets you grind against his face, lets you use him for your pleasure.

You're gonna cum you can feel it like waves taking you out to sea "Fuck, I think I'm gonna cum." Your words only encourage him more moves his head side to side to make sure you feel him devouring you everywhere.

You lose yourself falling over the edge but this time Chad is there to catch you, it isn't just you by yourself in your room. It's him with you.

You're on fire, burning up but he's there cooling you down with soft kisses across your skin and when you calm from your high. He sits up wearing your wetness on his face proudly "See, there's nothing wrong with you." He breathed smiling at you. "You doing okay?"

You nod slowly taking a breath "Thank you."

"Anytime." He kisses your cheek throwing himself on the bed beside you causing you to bounce a bit. There's an unspoken question of where you two go from here but after a few beats of silence that isn't the question you asked "Can I take you up on that offer?"

His eyebrows furrowed looking at you "What?"

"You said anytime, can I take you up on that offer?" He smirked "Right now?" You nodded "Right now."

He hesitated for a moment soaking in your words before laughing and leaning over to kiss you "Hell yeah."

a/n: im a little iffy about this fic but i know my chad lovers are lacking content rn so im trying my best. once again not proofread because i hate editing. IF YOU LIKED AND WANT MORE COMMENT OR REBLOG AND FEEL FREE TO REQUEST.

Hey I would like to request a Chad x reader! There are very few and he’s like so underrated.

I was hoping for like Chad has had a crush on you since you’ve comforted him after losing his ex and you have always been there for him. So you and the and the group(tara, Mindy, Anika, Quinn, and Ethan) go to a party. At the party Mindy and Tara convinced him to tell you how he feels bc they know you feel the same(like y’all are obsessed.) so when he goes to find you, he see’s this random guy flirting and touching you. He can also see that your very uncomfortable and you tell him to leave you alone in the guy doesn’t listen. Soo full of angry and jealousy he walks over to you guys grab you by the waist and just kisses you harshly infront on the guy. And the kiss turns into a heated MAKEOUT session.

If you want you can turn it into fluff or smut it doesn’t matter!

YES YES YES, SECOND CHAD ASK. I LOVE YOU

SHES MINE

chad meeks martin x reader!!!

when chad lost her, he felt lost himself. like he was gone and never going to find himself and that's when you showed up, let him in and took care of him. he liked it, that's why he liked you. you cared and trusted him. you've been there for him for everything

including this stupid party, why were you here? why didn't you stay home in your dorm? oh I know why, chad. it was always chad, you would probably jump off of a cliff if he asked you too.

you stood in the corner as you sipped out of the cup that chad had handed you as you looked around, at least everyone else was having fun.

"jesus chad just tell how you feel" mindy told her brother who stared at you with heart eyes.

"what if she doesnt feel the same way?" he asked as he looked at mindy. they didn't see you stand up from the corner to get a drink but ethan did and so did another boy.

"you dumbass i can guarantee you she feels the same way, you should see the way she looks at you" anika said

"or talks about you, its so cute its gross" tara exclaimed and ethan smiled at her.

"okay yeah i can do this, the worse she can say is no right?" chad said as he hyped himself.

"yeah yeah now go get your girl" ethan stated and chad nodded.he turned as he went looking for you, he soon found you in the corner with boy. his hands were on your waist but you looked uncomfortable and like you wanted to leave

"oh come on, come with me" he said as he tried to bring you towards the stairs but you held your ground.

"no leave me alone, i dont want to go anywhere with you" you exclaimed and chad smiled softly. he was happy to see you defend yourself but it didn't last long

"oh dont play hard to get" the guy said, he wouldn't leave you alone. chad felt his hands clench and he didn't stop himself. you shoved the guys hands off of you as chad came over. he shoved you against the wall and put his mouth to yours. your eyes widened before you realized it was him.

you calmed down as you kissed him back and you felt him calm down too. his hands drifted down to your waist as he tugged your waist to his and you could feel his groin against yours.

"chad" you said into the kiss and he hummed only confirming the truth that it was him. you smiled as you ran your hand up to his hair and the other held his bicep. he smirked as he felt your grip tighten on his hair.

"jesus" the guy said and you two finally pulled away from each other. you felt chad remove his hand from your waist but he held your hand and kept the other on your waist as your other hand stayed on his bicep.

"i didnt know she had a boyfriend" he told chad and he laughed

"okay well , shes mine and she told you to leave her alone so walk the fuck away" he told the boy who stared at you. you didn't look at him, you wouldn't. you stared at chad in surprise,

"Im yours?" you asked and he turned to you once the boy left.

"youve always been mine and ive always been yours" he said and you smiled as you brought him in and kissed him again. he groaned into it but he held you close.

you were his and he was yours.

A/N: ugh chad, i want him so bad.

could you pls write something like where Ethan teases reader and makes her really insecure and it goes like an angst into a smut??

my apologies this has been in my drafts for so long i was so stuck on how to write this 😭 MDNI !!!

you sat in ethan’s lap, head resting against his chest as you played mindlessly with his fingers, paying no attention to the conversation around you.

“she’s a clingy little thing,” ethan chuckled, causing you to peer up with a curious look.

“who?” you asked cluelessly, watching as mindy and sam giggled to themselves.

“you,” he spoke, leaning down to leave a kiss on the crown of your head, “always attached to me.”

you felt your heart drop, frown taking over your features as you nervously chewed on the bottom of your lip.

“no im not,” you finally mumbled, voice low and quiet but loud enough to catch ethan’s ears.

“not a bad thing, baby” he laughed, “just saying.”

later that day you distanced yourself from ethan, not wanting to ‘cling’ to him.

“baby, come cuddle” he whined, not liking how far you were on the bed from him.

“im okay,” you mumbled, brushing him off as he pouted in response.

you felt him scoot closer, hand ghosting over your thigh before pulling back.

“what’s wrong?”

“nothings wrong,” you quickly said, avoiding eye contact only causing him to frown deeper.

“y/n.”

“ethan.” you shot back, his eyes widening at your sudden abruptness.

“come on, something is obviously wrong-”

“stop being so clingy, ethan.”

he was taken back by your outburst, confusion taking over the boys features before he suddenly realized what you were referring to.

“babe-”

“do i really annoy you that much?” you asked, voice low and filled with insecurities as he quickly shook his head, scooting closer to where you sat as he took your hand in his.

“i was just being stupid, baby,” he said, his own voice low and gentle as he ran his thumb over your knuckles, “i love when you give me attention, i love when you cling to me, it makes me feel wanted.”

you felt him cup the side of your face with his free hand, your body leaning into his as you let out a sigh.

“just…i just feel insecure now. I don’t want to push it…”

“oh baby,” he frowned, tucking a piece of lose hair behind your hair causing you to smile softly, “let me show you how much im sorry. how much you mean to me.”

ethan soon had you in missionary, his broad chest pressed down against your soft tits as he moved his hips against yours, letting his dick drag between your walls—slowly, allowing you to feel every vein and curve of him.

“my beautiful girl, always taking care of me,” he cooed, low pants filling your ears as you moaned quietly beneath him, the feeling of his huge cock splitting you open causing you to go speechless.

“always so good for me, treating me so well.”

you let whimpers drop from your lips, loving the way he reached deep inside you, bottoming out every time he went to thrust inside your walls.

“m close,” you cried softly, feeling him tense for a moment inside you before continuing his thrust, his face dropping inside the crook of your neck as he sucked lightly on the skin, causing your eyes to flutter shut at the feeling.

“cum around my cock, be a good girl for me and cum.”

It Started With a Postcard (Sero x F! Reader)

This is my contribution to the BNHarem’s penpal event! This event is nsfw so be warned! I had a lot of fun with this collab <3 

Please see the Penpal Masterlist to see the other characters! 

Warnings: smut, nsfw themes below!

Sero stood outside his apartment, staring down at a flowery postcard in his hand with an apprehensive gaze. The early afternoon sun warmed his shoulders, reminding him that he was still stood outside of his modest house. He brought the mail inside, kicking off his shoes at the door. Bills and various coupons were glanced over quickly before his eyes returned to the stiff postcard. The other mail was inelegantly dropped on the kitchen counter. Sero’s eyes scanned the delicate writing as he rummaged his kitchen for a drink. The handwriting was rushed and messy, but still a softer hand than his own.  

It had been a spur of the moment kind of thing, signing up for an anonymous penpal. He had been passing through a stationery store on his way home from patrol, preferring the calm walk home instead of flying above as he did for work. It allowed him to leave a lot of the tension of his job outside of his home as he watched the calm masses meander through the streets in the dying light. He had passed the shop many times before. There was just something that pulled to the shopfront that day. The scent of wooden pencils and lightly perfumed paper leaked out onto the streets, likely from the kiosk placed in front of the encompassing window. He knew it was a ploy to get more out of a dying business, selling a penpal package with bundled paper, envelopes, stamps, and a single postcard. There were spaces to fill out his information, and all letters would be sent through the shop. It had been tempting at the time, the opportunity to talk to someone who didn’t know his hero persona.

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Don’t Hook Up With Your Friends (Sero x F!Reader)

Jealous!Bestfriend!Sero x F!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Smut ahead~

To say you and Sero were close would be a bit of an understatement. The two of you debuted as sidekicks in the same agency and though you had picked different agencies as fully-fledged pro-heroes, Sero was never far from you. This had culminated into you being entwined with his group, affectionately called the ‘Bakusquad,’ despite Bakugou huffing every time they referred to it as such. Being so close to Sero and his friends had some interesting repercussions, such as Sero and Mina trying to hook you up to each and every one of their available classmates.

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• ₊°✧︡ ˗ ˏ ˋ hypotheticals ♡ ˎˊ ˗

𐚁̸ featuring ．i. midoriya, k. bakugo, s. todoroki, d. kaminari, e. kirishima, h. sero

𐚁̸ scenario ．you send pictures of a new tattoo / piercing to your boyfriend (all pictures used were drawn by me)

𐚁̸ warnings ．NSFW , fluff, mature language,

Hello, I hope my message finds you well

I'm Asmaa from Gaza 🇵🇸❤️, I'm asking you for a donation to save our lives in Gaza 🙏

Can you donate to me and my family? Thanks to your donation we can reach our goal as soon as possible 🥺

Your support and standing by us in this difficult time means everything to us

I would be so grateful if you could donate to me and my family, thank you for your generosity in our time of need ❤️

https://gofund.me/b60fb34d

Free Gaza! I pray for everyone's safety in this trying time <3

Please my Mom has started this massive debate in my household and now the entire family is losing their mind.

me as a writer: Oh no I can’t write that, somebody else already has

me as a reader: hell yes give me all the fics about this one scenario. The more the merrier

"if you see someone shoplifting, no you didn't" no but like. i really didn't. i have never in my life seen someone shoplifting because i'm not watching anyone else in the grocery store..? how are y'all noticing things like that. my only goals are enter the store, survive, exit the store

Why would all of my fictional crushes absolutely hate me if they met me. Like I would be so psyched and they would just be like “get this weird autistic child away from me please”

Please don't ignore my message 😭🙏💔

Hello, I am Hadiya, a bodybuilding trainer from Gaza. 🍉🍉

I lost my husband, my mother, my brothers, and many of my family members during this war. My father lost and we don't know his fate. I am now the sole breadwinner for my younger siblings. We have a newborn, my nephew has a chest infection and needs treatment, and my brother has an eye injury and needs an urgent operation. ,

Please consider making a donation or share to help us with food, medicine and to try to travel for treatment. Please help us

🆘🆘🆘🆘🆘🆘🆘

each (55 sek =5$)

100$ = 1100kroner

‏will make a difference🙏🍉 be the one who helps us

Evrey donation can make a real difference and give us hope until this war ends.😭😭

Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #65 )

https://gofund.me/643f45d0

🙏🙏Praying for all of you in Gaza