mae

mae!! she/her eighteen

stranger things , marvel , harry potter , avatar , brooklyn 99 , maze runner , superstore

strawberries , marvel , music , autumn , movies , comics , art , writing , animals , tulips , mac miller , lalaloopsy dolls , blue hair

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you weren’t even sure when the argument started. voices raised, tears welling in your eyes, hands shaking from the adrenaline beginning to course through your veins. you’re pretty sure you blacked out when it happened, absolutely no recollection of your palm connecting with his cheek, leaving a sharp sting and a perfect red mark of your hand.

when you finally came back to your senses, palm stinging from the slap, and dex holding his cheek in shock, that’s when you realized what you had done. was dex mad? absolutely not! in fact, he now has a very prominent tent in his pants! the shock on his face slowly disappeared, lips curling into a smirk.

“do it again.” he said, tone sounding more demanding than pleading. with no hesitation, your palm connected with his cheek once again, only harder this time. he let out a groan of satisfaction, hand rubbing his cheek to somewhat relieve the sting. it’s safe to say that you both discovered something new about yourselves, and sex just got a whole lot better!

your lips were swollen and numb, saliva covered your chin, dribbling down to your chest, tongue exploring dex’s mouth like you haven’t done it a million times before. his hands gripped your hips hard enough to leave purple bruises the next day, slowly guiding your hips to grind on his raging erection. he let out a soft whimper into your mouth, hips bucking up to meet yours, applying more pressure to your clothed clit.

you pulled away from the kiss, a string of saliva still connected to your lips. dex let out a whine at the sudden loss of your lips—and from the feeling of you dry humping his cock. your thumb swiped across his swollen bottom lip, plush, pink skin glistening in the moonlight creeping through the gaps of your curtains.

the state your boyfriend was in was truly pathetic. hips erratically bucking up into yours, lips and chin covered in a mix of yours and his saliva, big, brown puppy eyes desperately staring up at your own. you took a few seconds to admire it all, gathering even more saliva in your mouth, thumb forcing dex’s mouth to open.

shock wiped his face as the spit dribbled from your puffy lips into his mouth, tasting of a sweet mix of you and him, something so uniquely delicious. he groaned in satisfaction, swallowing every last drop of the spit, savouring the sweetness of your mouth.

riding franks abs :p

your thighs clenched around franks waist, hands gripping his chest, crescent shapes from your nails indenting his skin. the bed in your shitty motel room creaked with every roll of your hips, the sound harmonizing with your moans. your clit dragged along the hard muscle just right, a loud moan escaped your lips, sending a shock straight to franks cock.

your slick coated his abs, dripping down his torso-everything was a mess. especially you. you could barely form a coherent sentence, too drunk on his abs to function. frank loved it though, he loved watching you get all dumb just from him. his hands grabbed your hips, pulling you down closer, applying more pressure on your already sensitive cunt.

your hips stuttered, thighs burning, and the pressure in your lower stomach was almost at its peak. "c'mon baby, you're almost there, you can do it." frank reassured, hands still gripping your hips, directing you to go faster. the sight was obscene, lewd sounds coming from where your pussy meets his abs, sounds that have franks cock aching against the fabric of his boxers.

your whole body shook as your orgasm approached, walls clenching around nothing, cum painting the hard muscles. "there you go, atta girl" frank cooed, still grinding your hips against him, helping you ride out your orgasm. you collapsed on him with a dazed smile, chest heaving, and sweat dripping down your face. he placed a gentle kiss to the crown of your head before flipping you over onto your back.

𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒃!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧 ’𝐝𝐞𝐱’ 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐫

roles reversed

𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬

perv!jonathan snooping around 𝓁amb!readers room

just thinking about your best friend jonathan coming over to your house and being left alone in your room while you’re in the shower. at first he doesn’t dare to move a muscle, stiffly standing in the middle of the room like he doesn’t know what to with himself. after sitting on the edge of the bed for a while, he starts to look around your room, like really look.

all the pictures of you and him hanging up on the walls, the stack of cds you kept in the corner of your room, the makeup and hair products scattered along your vanity. all of it was so uniquely you. it wasn’t until his gaze landed on your dresser when his mind started to wander. he started to imagine what kind of bras and panties you keep in there, how many you have in his favourite colour, and what would look best on you while he fucks you.

he slowly made his way to the dresser, cautiously opening the top drawer, greeted with light pink, light blue, floral, and lace bras and panties. he stared at the undergarments mouth slightly agape, and a little jealous that these clothes get to feel you everyday. he scanned the drawer until he found a pair of panties that really stuck out to him.

light pink, lace, with a bow on the front. he picked up the piece of fabric, examining it like it’s a lost piece of art. his cock hardened as he explored the undergarment, straining against the denim of his jeans. he hadn’t even realized how his hand trailed down to his bulge, palming himself for some sort of relief. the sound of the water being turned off and the shower curtain opening brought him back to reality, scrambling back to the bed and stuffing your panties in his back pocket.

steve is in the driver seat of his car, a random girl that somewhat resembles you straddling his lap, grinding her hips. ever since you and steve broke up, he’s been burying himself in other girls, in hopes of finding someone whose almost as good as you. lately he’s been… struggling to stay hard, pushing away all the girls before he can even get inside them.

he found that you were the only solution to his problem. he broke the kiss with whatever her name is, leaning over to the glove compartment. he told the girl he was just grabbing a condom—which he was—but he was also looking for a picture of you. a picture you gave him when you were together. it was nothing crazy, just you laying on your stomach in steves bed, wearing nothing but a shirt and panties.

roles reversed - 𝓁amb!reader

dex has lost count of the amount of times you bent over in front of him, flashing your new, pink, lace, floral panties he just bought for you last week. his head was spinning at this point, cock straining against the denim of his jeans. you knew what you were doing to him, playing innocent like you didn’t just purposely palm his bulge under the table.

he could barely focus on eating his food, aching for a release. the drive home was filled with tension, lingering in the air like smoke. you couldn’t help but giggle as dex practically pounced on you before the door was even closed. you had made it your mission to get dex as riled up as you could, you always loved the rough sex he gave when he finally had you alone.

unfortunately for you, today was not your lucky day. dex was tired of the teasing, so why not reverse the roles? you’re laid on the bed, hands gripping dex’s biceps as his hand trailed towards your inner thigh. his lips pressed soft, calculated kisses along your shoulders and collarbone, whispering sweet nothings between each kiss.

you let out a soft gasp as he started rubbing small, gentle circles on your clothed clit, panties now soaked. he smiled in satisfaction, hearing your soft moans, watching your hips buck up into his hand. it was pathetic, really. so desperate for him and your clothes aren’t even off. his cock twitched in his boxers, so painfully hard, but he couldn’t give in now.

you’re a squirming mess under him, begging for his fingers inside you. he pushed your panties to the side, gathering your slick on his fingers, teasing your entrance. tears are welling in your eyes, the pressure in your lower stomach building towards its breaking point. without any warning, dex’s hand abandoned your aching cunt, a loud whine left your lips at the sudden loss of his fingers.

you watched as he walked towards the door, acting as if he didn’t just have you a whimpering mess under him. “babyyyy” you whined, tears falling from your eyes, desperate for a release. “sorry sweetheart, not today.” he cooed, giving you an apologetic look before walking out the door.

omgomgomg absolutely LOVED writing this, ugh ily 🫶

pastel everything , lace bras and panties , knee socks , bows , ribbons , blowouts , short shorts , blush blush blush , lingerie everyday , glitter eyeshadow

strawberry ice cream , vanilla , marshmallows , white roses , bubblegum , cigarettes , sugar

messy makeouts , hickeys everywhere , drunk sex , high sex , kinky but sweet , relentless tease , pillow princess , rough sex , do you want the house tour?

“c’mon baby, m’almost there.” dex breathed, grip on your hair tightening as his tip kisses the back of your throat. earlier that night you had come home complaining about a coworker who just can’t seem to take a hint. dex simply just told you “i’ll handle it” and left without any explanation. you already knew what he was doing, proving you right when he came home a while later, slightly bruised and bloodied.

safe to say that coworker wasn’t going to be bothering you for a long time. so, of course, you have to reward dex for the oh so romantic gesture! tears welled in your eyes as your jaw began to ache, mouth full of his thick cock, saliva and precum dripped from your chin, skin glistening in the light. your tongue swirled around his tip before deepthroating him again, a loud groan escaping dex’s lips.

good boy

steven was a very smart man, he understood most things with little to no complications. except for cooking. cooking was not stevens strong suit, so you decided to teach him how to make simple meals, nothing too over the top for him. he knew how to cook a few things, of course—how else is he supposed to survive when you’re away?

after showing steven how to cook one of the most simple meals, he brought over a beautifully plated dish, scanning your face for approval. “oh my god, steven this looks amazing. good boy” you said, not even aware of the pet name that was just used. ever since getting with you, steven has grown accustomed to your constant praise, although, he still feels fuzzy inside when you do.

steven has never heard the words good boy leave your mouth, unless you’re talking to the dog that lives an apartment below. he caught it as soon as the words left your mouth, eyes widened, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smile, and a very visible erection growing in his pants. he watched as you walked off with your plate, blissfully unaware of what your words did to him.

johnny was the type of guy to act like he’ll die if he doesn’t get to touch or see your boobs at least once a day. johnny adored everything about your body, he made sure you knew it. your chest, however? it was johnnys absolute favourite part.

you made the bold decision of getting your nipples pierced without telling him, so when you got changed in front of him, freshly pierced nipples on display just for him, he lost his mind. not in a bad way, more of a “just when i thought i couldn’t love you more” kind of way. the healing process was genuine torture for poor johnny, he wasn’t sure if he was going to survive.

everyday, johnny would beg you to let him play with your tits, promising he won’t hurt your new piercings. knowing johnny, he would probably get too carried away and end up accidentally hurting you, never forgiving himself. once the healing was done, johnny was all over you. his hands were constantly under your shirt, playing with your piercings, he couldn’t get enough of them. johnny even helped pick out new jewelry, picking out the ones that would look best bouncing with your tits while he fucks you raw.

after you broke up with dex he made it his life mission to never let anyone else get with you. dex only wanted what was best for you—which was him! he knew all these pathetic, stupid men couldn’t come anywhere close to him, he was everything you could ever need.

you’ve lost count of how many times he’s crashed your dates, it’s most likely every date since your breakup. you know he’s going to crash your dates no matter what, but you like having the excuse to see him. it always starts the same. you’re on a date, about thirty to forty minutes in when dex—whose been watching you the whole time—crashes your date accusing you of cheating on him, scaring away the poor guy.

then, you go home together, you’re angry, yelling at him for ruining a perfectly fine date. after the yelling subsides, you’re kissing each other, stumbling around the room until you find the bed. it’s become a routine at this point, you’re not sure why you even bother to go on dates when you could just call dex instead. maybe you just liked the rough, angry, jealous sex.

your nails sunk into the skin on his back, nearly breaking skin. dex groaned in your ear as your nails embedded themselves into his back, picking up his already relentless pace. your legs shook as his heavy cock rammed into you, moans growing louder the closer you got to your orgasm. “could he ever make you feel like this? so wet, so needy” he grunts, watching your face as you struggle to form a coherent sentence, too drunk on his dick to think.

it was all too much for you—the tension still simmering from your argument prior, the feeling of his tip kissing your cervix just right, his lips placing the most delicate kisses despite his harsh words and touch. your head was spinning, your eyes were rolled to the back of your head, your back arched as you screamed his name, scratching a fiasco of red lines on his back as you came.

it wasn’t long before dex was pulling out, cumming on your stomach, painting the skin white. he collapsed on top of you, completely disregarding the mess he just made, melting into your touch, letting that tough guy facade down. after the two of you got cleaned up, you both fell asleep curled under the blankets like your relationship never changed. it’s a shame dex would be leaving tomorrow morning, starting over this… cycle.