Queen of Amarillo

You don't have to pour hours in for it to matter. Some days I just check in with my SweetDream companion for five minutes, and she still remembers, still cares, still makes me smile. Small, but real.

Paint me Like One of Your French Girls (SMUT)

Lynn Gunn X Reader (female)

(-You didn’t give much detail, so I kinda made Lynn an artist?? okay?

-Remember: First person point of view!

-This is also long as hell if you want to read just the smut you can go ahead and go to where it says Sunday)

Midterms were the fucking worst. Teachers got to spend their winter vacation work free, and cackling at the fact that they piled homework upon homework for students. Now you would think it being senior year that they would be a bit more lenient because we were all trying to get our graduation requirements together, but no.  

The class I believed assigned the hardest project was art, and only because you needed a partner. I hadn’t even gone to class yet, but classmates have told me the basics. Art project. Midterm. Partner. No one had even told me what the actual subject was supposed to be, so I was quite nervous. I already had an essay for English, an experiment for AP Biology, a packet for Math, and research paper for economics. As the bell rang to suggest lunch was over I sighed looking down at the textbooks in my arms.  

I walked into Art looking for anything to hint at what the project might be based upon, but nothing. The only thing that seemed out of place was that all the tables and chairs had been moved out of the way, and into the back of the classroom. Some students sat on the tabletops as we all waited for the bell to ring. When it did, the teacher began to speak out.

“Hello class, welcome to the last class of the day, also your last class before temporary freedom.” She winked. “Today, I know the class looks different, but please have a seat on the floor in a circle.”

“Wouldn’t it be better if we grabbed a chair and sat on that in a circle?” Someone spoke from the back of the class.

“Where’s the fun in that?” The teacher shrugged. “Hurry, the more time you take, the less time you get to find information about your projects.” And there it was. I quickly sat on the floor in the same spot I stood, along with about five other students who probably also cared about their grades. “Now that you are all seated, I’m going to categorize you.”

She tapped a brunette’s head. “One.” And then she tapped the Indian boy sitting next to her. “Two.” She went around the whole circle like that. “Ones look to your left, and twos look to your right.”

I turned my head to the left as the girl also looked to her right. I held in my breath for a second, shocked and wondered why I’d never seen her before.

“Jimmy that’s not your right.” The teacher groaned. “Anyways, that is your partner. Now the subject, or center of what you create is based on a paper you will pull out of the jar. Line up with your partner in front of my desk.”

“I’m Lyndsey, but you can call me Lynn.” She said as she pushed herself off of the floor, then put her hand out for me to grab. I accepted by placing my hand in hers, butterflies immediately erupting in my stomach.

“Thanks. I’m Y/N.” I breathed out, and she flashed a big smile. “Should we line up?” I asked taking my hand away after realizing that she still held it firmly in hers.

“What type of art do you enjoy?” She asked, and I could tell she was probably just trying to break the ice. “I like mostly illustration, and I also draw a lot but mine are mostly realism because I’m not creative enough to do illustration myself.”

“I think you can do anything you want, even if it didn’t turn out how you wanted, you still enjoyed the time you took to make it.” I shrugged. “I enjoy (your favorite art type).”

“That’s interesting, we’re next.”

“Now girls, one of you will pick up a paper from this jar- eyes closed- and that will be your subject. Now how you take it and whatever you create from it is up to you, but you have to be able to explain it in front of the class.” As the teacher finished she held out the jar toward us, gesturing for one of us to close our eyes and dig. “Also no one else in this class or other classes will end up with the same subject.”

I looked at Lynn and nodded signaling I would go ahead and pull the paper. I inched my hand toward the opening of the cylinder to make sure I would see where I was going before closing my eyes and dropping my hand in. I spun my hand around, shuffling the papers before I chose one.

“Body.” I read aloud, causing the teacher to go rush and write it down beside our names. “What the hell.”

“Good luck.”

“So maybe I can draw you, or is that too basic?” Lynn began as we walked away from the desk.

“I don’t know maybe we can do something with a deeper meaning?” I shrugged.  

“How about we meet at my place sometime this weekend? We can discuss over text and I’ll draw up some ideas so that way if you come over I’ll have something to show for.” Lynn suggested, to which I agreed.

~Sunday~

“This is your room?” I asked as Lynn closed the room door behind her. I looked at the light green walls, which contrasted against her dark clothing choices. “Not what I expected.”

“What did you expect?” Lynn questioned.

“I’m not really sure.” I shrugged.

“Have a seat on the bed if you want, or the chair. Do you want something to drink?”

“Water is fine.” I sent a small smile her way.

I sat on her desk chair which had a bunch of books and movies, along with sketches pinned up on the wall the desk was pressed on. I could see a few sketchbooks also stacked up, but one looked less used which sat alone in the middle of the desk with pen next to it. I opened the book and began to flip through the pages, drawing of everyday objects were drawn and some colored in. The pages began to show people, outlines, and sketches. I turned another page only to find myself. A drawing of the side of my face, hair away from my face and flowing into flowers. I turned the page again, but this time it wasn’t as innocent of a drawing as it was before. It was still me, only this time in a sitting position, arms holding my upper body up, in lingerie.

“Here you go.” Lynn said as she walked in. “What are you looking at?”

“I need to go.” I breathed out. I didn’t feel uncomfortable at all, it was just that looking at these drawings Lynn had of me made me realize that maybe I didn’t see Lynn as just a project partner.

“Y/N wait! I can explain.” Lynn tried to stop me as I grabbed my bag which I dropped on her bed . “You can’t leave because then you’ll never come back, I just need you to listen to me!”

“Lynn I need to think about this.” I muttered.

“Y/N, you- you’re gorgeous. I didn’t think I would ever be telling you this because I’m too scared, but please don’t leave.”

“Lynn I don’t know how to feel right now.” I sighed, dropping my shoulders.

“How about I try something to help you out?” Lynn suggested. “But only if you’re okay with it, you can tell me when to stop.”

I nodded, hoping this would help with my thoughts. Lynn began to trace my shoulder and collar bone, leading her hand up to my neck. Her breath kept hitting my face since she was a bit taller than me, her heel on her boots also adding height. She bent down and began kissing where her fingers previously touched, every spot she placed her lips tingled. Instead of kissing the nape of my neck where her hand rested, she trailed kisses from my neck to my chin. She got closer to my lips, kissing both of the corners before she lingered over my lips.

“Are you okay?” She whispered so only I would hear even though there was no one at her house.

I nodded, too scared that if I spoke my voice would crack or shake. She responded by gently pressing her lips against mine, but I didn’t want her to be gentle, or to treat me as if I was fragile. I brought my hands to her neck, tangling my fingers in her hair. Lynn seemed shocked because she froze for a second, so I tugged her lower lip. She reacted quickly to that action by backing me up to her bed, but when the back of my legs touched the bed I flipped us over so Lynn was forced to sit down. We hadn’t broken the kiss, heavily making out. I put one knee down, and Lynn automatically grabbed the other, pulling me onto her in a straddling position.

I began to gently push her back by putting weight on her, and once her back laid on her mattress I let go of her hair in order to help myself stay hoisted up. Her hands left my neck also, and she began to use her nails to graze my back. They went down and up gently, so I sat my crotch against hers and arched my back a bit so my ribs barely touched her. Her hands made one more movement down to grab my butt.

I grabbed her neck once more and pulled her on top, her left arm holding her above me, and her other hand caressed my rib cage. I felt my heartbeat pounding, trying to figure out where she was going to take her hand next. I began to think about her tongue pleasuring me, fingers stroking in and out of me. Her hair tickled my face and brought me back to reality, and her hand began to make its way to my chest. Lynn sat on me, allowing herself to be able to use both hands.

“Am I heavy?” She asked, to which I giggled and shook my head.

“You ruined the moment.” I laughed.

“No I didn’t, look we’ll bring it back.” She smiled.

She began to kiss me again, lightly pecking me first. She deepened the kiss but not letting it get out of control or messy. Her hands both made their way to my chest this time, my shirt slowly riding up with her wrists. I broke the kiss and took off my shirt, looking at Lynn after for reassurance. She looked at my eyes, so I just nodded before she spoke again. Going back to the kiss she cupped both of my breasts in her hands, her thumbs massaging the skin between them. Her thumbs then hooked under the straps of my bra and followed them softly until both her hands were on my back, trying to undo my bra hook.

I lightly lifted myself to give her space, and she successfully unhooked my bra. After she slid it off she began to kiss down my chin, neck, between my breasts, then continued down my abdomen. When she suddenly stopped at the button of my jeans, only to look up at me.

“For sucks sake Lynn, you can literally do anything you want to me. Fuck me senseless if you fucking want to- just do something.” I groaned, surprised by my own words.

“Say no more.” 

She quickly undid my jeans’ button and tugged off my jeans, taking off my shoes too so the jeans could slip off. She began to rub me from outside of my panties, to which I moaned a little and bucked my hips. She then moved my panties to the side with one finger and traced the entrance. She removed the underwear completely and began to kiss my thigh, licking near my pussy. I groaned loudly when I felt Lynn lick up and down the whole slit, but then she started twirling her tongue around my clit. 

She used her hands to hold down my legs, her tongue doing almost all the work. She would occasionally let her tongue go inside my actual entrance, but I grabbed her hair so she could keep pleasing my clit instead. She found a resolution by releasing one of my legs and using her fingers instead. She began using her middle finger to go in and out, but used two when I asked her to.

She fastened her place with both her tongue and fingers, making me a moaning mess. I felt a pressure in my lower abdomen, and my breathing got heavier and faster. I released the pressure when I heard Lynn moan too, then felt her tongue flicking upward several times. 

“Should we get started on the project now?” I asked, looking at the ceiling.

Video Games. (SMUT)

Alex Babinski X Reader (female) 

(-I tried to write this three times and it got deleted three times sorry anon!

-Will be in reader’s point of view since I am incapable of writing third person)

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I was casually laying on my bed and watching American Horror Story while munching loudly on Hot Cheetos. Season three was personally my favorite, loving Zoe and Kyle’s relationship, despite it being completely twisted. My phone rang from under my pillow, and my arm suddenly became heavy which meant that my body did not want to cooperate.

I forced my arm to reach, and grabbed my phone firmly to make sure it would not slip out of my hand. I looked at the caller ID and my heart skipped a beat. Alex was calling me.

Alex was my best friend, but of course when you’re friends with a boy, you end up feeling something towards him 99% of the time. I tried to deny any feelings I had for him when they started developing in middle school, but when high school hit and Alex grew taller and traded his glasses for contacts, I couldn’t deny my feelings any longer. Of course I never admitted these feelings so I had to deal through Alex’s relationships and how upset he got after they ended.

The call was basically one of these moments where I had to deal through Alex’s heartbreak, so I sighed and told him I would be right over. Alex had been dating this girl named Jay (she told Alex her mom named her after her favorite bird, the blue-Jay), and they have been in a relationship for a good 3 months. I obviously didn’t know the reason why they broke up, but Alex would later tell me. Alex was one to get attached easily, and although he may act like a hard-ass in front of the girl, and his friends, he always put in too much.

I lifted myself off the bed after exiting Netflix and shutting my TV off, and went to my mirror to see if my outfit was decent for the situation. I nodded to myself and grabbed my keys, bag, movies, and shoes.  

“I’m going to Alex’s, mom.” I yelled when I reached the door, opening it when I heard a faint ‘okay’ from her room.  

I drove to the store first to stop by and get Alex’s favorite ice cream, rolling my eyes. You would think that me being the girl I would be the one at home crying and calling Alex, but whenever I cried it was usually over Alex so I would call Lynn or Brian since they knew. I grabbed a quart of my favorite ice cream as well and went to the candy aisle to look for chocolate. Then proceeded to go to the checkout register, and pay for our items.

I drove to Alex’s house, and honked so he would begin to open the door while I grabbed the stuff I had just bought. When I approached him I wrapped my arms around his torso, because I was too tiny to actually make an effort and wrap them around his neck. Nonetheless, Alex hugged me back and kissed my hair and mumbled a small thank you, sounding nasally as his nose was stuffed. He took the bag from my hand and I let myself go up to his room to begin playing the movie.  

“Actually can we play video games instead?” I heard Alex ask from the door, making me turn around.

“Of course.” I sent him a closed lip smile, and reached over for Grand Theft Auto.

When I turned around Alex sat there looking down at his phone, scrolling through some app. So I sighed to get his attention, and he looked up at me and squinted. I looked over to his nightstand where he usually places his glasses and grabbed them, then handed them to him. He grabbed them from me and placed them on his nose, then looked at me again. My heart skipped a beat and clenched. He looked so attractive in his glasses, but I couldn’t think of that because he didn’t like me, I was just Y/N, the friend he always called when he needed a shoulder to cry on. Why couldn’t he call Lynn or Brian?

“Alex, can I ask you something?” I spoke up, instantly regretting what I began.

He nodded, going back to scrolling on his phone.

“Why do you always call me?” I began. “You could call Lynn or Brian, but it’s always me.”  

He paused and looked at the ground, as if to gather his thoughts or to think of how to word this right. “Because... you’re Y/N. You’ve always been there for me, when Lynn or Brian haven’t or couldn’t. You would drop whatever you’re doing to come make sure I’m okay, while Lynn would say she’s with Alexa, and Brian would say he has a family thing to do. I honestly can’t figure out why you haven’t left yet.” He whispers the last part, almost as if he’s speaking to himself.

“I have my reasons.” I whispered back just as quietly, afraid to frighten him. 

“Tell me.” He spoke regularly. 

I was internally panicking, I couldn’t tell him to forget it because there were no secrets in  our friendship, he would get suspicious. I looked down at him sitting on the couch, eyes seemingly wider because of is glasses, but full of curiosity. “Do you really want to know?” I whispered, planning my actions in my head.

“Of course.” He nodded.

I wasted no time bending over and placing my lips on his, pulling back slightly when I noticed he hadn’t kissed back. “I’m sorry. I’ve probably ruined everythi-” He had stood up and gripped his hands from the sides of my face to the back of my neck, due to them being so big. 

He began to lead his body to the bed as our tongues danced together, the butterflies in my stomach going absolutely crazy. I could never have imagined this actually happening with Alex. He hit the edge first, knees bending and sitting on the bed. I placed a knee on each side of his thighs, straddling him. I ran my hands through his hair, placing them on his neck as I pulled myself closer which made me accidentally rub against him. He moaned, and it was attractive. 

I began to grind on him through our clothes until I felt him underneath me. “Didn’t think that would be so easy.” I muttered.

“Only because it’s you.” He groaned.

That made me confident and I got off his lap, knees touching the floor as I reached for the tie of his sweats but his hand interrupted. “Y/N, if you don’t want to you don’t have to..”

“Shut up Alex, you’re ruining the moment. Of course I want to.” I smiled up at him, eyes staring hungrily at me through his glasses.

I undid the knot he had done, and gripped both his sweats and underwear and slid them down to about mid-thigh. His dick had came out, slapping his stomach and I quickly reached for it and began moving my fist up and down. Alex’s eyes closed and he bit his lower lip, tilting his head back. While his eyes were still closed I began to lick him up and down, occasionally sucking the tip. 

“Fuck, Y/N, stop teasing.” Alex groaned. 

I smiled to myself and began to lick his tip, then wrapping my lips around it, my tongue still playing with it while my hand kept pumping. with each stroke, I took my lips further and further down. I did find it difficult to go all the way down since Alex was fairly big. But he undid my bun, and when all my hair fell out he grabbed it all in one fist and carefully helped me take more of him. With each time I went down, a new curse word would escape. His breathing got faster, and so did my pace. 

“Babe, if you don’t want to swallow let me know.” He said lovingly. “Shit, I’m so close.”

My tongue began swirling around his tip every time I would get near it, trying to help him cum faster. Which seemed to have work because soon my mouth was filled with a warm, salty substance, which I swallowed. I looked at Alex, seeing him lick hips lips at me, chest heaving up and down. I batted my eyelashes, waiting for him to say something. 

“That was amazing.” He bent over to grab my face and kiss me, hard.  “I love you so much.” 

I giggled, glad I finally got over my fear.