Warnings/notes: Slight arguing, dom!sam, hair pulling, doggy position, dirty talk, clit play, ass spanking, cockwarming.

You were laying on your bed, simply reading a book. Earlier today, you had gotten into a fight with Sam, your boyfriend. He saw you talking with Josh, but you were only talking to him because you had a biology project! Even though you tried to explain that to Sam, he was still angry and stormed off. And you were still mad.

Sam has a tendency of getting jealous really easily, over stupid things too, like today. He said to you that, “he was standing way too close.”, which is completely bullshit! At this point, you weren’t even reading the book anymore. You were just too focused on the argument. But your thoughts were interrupted by a knock at your window, making you jump.

What the hell was that? You got up and walked over to the window, hesitantly moving the curtain back. Behind the window, was Sam, soaking wet from the heavy rain. Normally, you wouldn’t have let him in, or even opened the window, but you couldn’t leave him out there in the rain..

You opened the window, and he immediately crawled in, falling on your floor. “Shut up, Sam! You’re gonna get me in trouble.” You whisper shouted. He quickly stood up, trying not to seem embarrassed that he fell. “Calm down, Princess. It’s 2 in the morning, they’re sleeping.” He said, his voice low. “What the hell are you doing here? I’m still mad at you.” You said, looking him up and down. He smirked, his hand reaching out to cup your face. “Why don’t I make it up to you?” He asked, his thumb caressing your cheekbone.

You scoffed in response, moving your face away from his hand. “No, Sam. Change into dry clothes, and then leave.” You said, still holding a grudge for earlier when he called you a bitch. You walked to your closet and grabbed his clothes that he normally left there, throwing them at him. His smirk only widened. “Oh, cmon. I came all the way here to see you. I miss you.” He said, taking his shirt off to change, and you couldn’t help but look. Even though you were mad, he was still your boyfriend.. and he was still hot.

He caught you staring, since you weren’t exactly subtle, and stepped closer. “C’mere, baby. Give me a kiss.” He said. You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help but cave at the pet name. You stepped closer, and he immediately grabbed you, pulling you against him. He pressed his lips against yours, making out with you instead of giving you “just a kiss.”

But you didn’t stop him either, reciprocating the kiss. Your lips moved against his, his tongue sliding into your mouth. He tasted like mouthwash and weed. He groaned against your lips, nipping at your bottom lip before pulling back, but only to lay you back on the bed. “I still hate you.” You said, watching him unbutton his wet jeans. “I know, baby.” He said before laying down on top of you once he threw his jeans somewhere, smashing his lips back against yours.

His hands moved up your body, sliding your shirt over your head. You watched the smirk grow on his face when he saw you have no bra on. He groaned and started groping them, his lips moving down your neck, towards your breasts. You arched your body against him, your lips parted as he groped you. A soft moan escaped you, which fueled him even more. He wrapped his mouth around your hard nipples, sucking while his hands moved down your body, pulling your pyjama shorts off.

His lips moved down your body, making your panties even wetter. Once he got to your hipbone, he abruptly flipped you over, now laying on your stomach. He groaned at the sight of you in a thong, placing a kiss on your lower back, just above your asscrack, before pulling them off. He groped your ass cheek before sitting up on his knees, taking his boxers off. He pulled you up by your hips, giving him a perfect view of your wet pussy.

He bit his lip, rubbing his tip against your slit. “Still mad at me, Princess?” He asked, pushing the tip in, but only to take it back out. You whined at his teasing, shaking your head. “No, M’not!” You said, making his grope your ass again. “You sure?” He asked again, now rubbing your clit with his tip. You moaned, nodding eagerly. “I’m not fucking mad!” You said in annoyance, but also desperation. He reached forward and ran his hand through your hair, before gripping tightly, snapping your head back. “Shut the fuck up before l leave.” He warned, and you instantly shut up.

When he saw you obey, he hummed in satisfaction, finally starting to push his cock into you. Your eyes squeezed shut, and soft moan escaping your lips. He groaned, looking down where you two met. He bottomed out, holding the position for a second before he started to thrust, and not gently. You let out a loud moan, and he immediately shoved your face into the bed, your moans muffled. He slapped your ass, thrusting roughly. “Didn’t I tell you to shut up? What would you do if your parents walked in and saw their perfect little girl getting fucked? Huh?” He asked, mockingly.

His pace didn’t slow, or soften, if anything he fucked you harder. He watched as your ass bounced against his hips every time he bottomed out, your ass jiggling. He couldn’t help but slap it again. “Fuck! Oh- fuck yes..” you moaned, panting heavily into the bed. He could tell you were close, he could read your body language. He reached around you and lightly slapped your clit, making you gasp, your back arching. “Gonna come?” He asked, speeding up even more. You nodded wordlessly, your brain melting as you felt your climax approaching.

He smirked. “I’m gonna need words, Princess.” He said, this time rubbing your clit in small circles. “Yes.. I’m gonna come..” you groaned, your eyes rolling back. He could also feel his orgasm approaching, making him pant softly. “Fuck.. fuck yeah you are.” He said, before you both came at the same time, both of your muffled moans filling the room. Even he had to lean down to bury his face in your neck so he wouldn’t be too loud.

He rolled off you, but didn’t take his dick out of you. He spooned you from behind, gently fixing your hair while you cuddled in his arms. “Mind if I stay in you tonight?” He asked, and you nodded sleepily.

Authors note: guyss I really like this >⩊< should I write another fic with sub!sam?

Warnings/notes: Softdom!reader, sub!Stephen, missionary, smut, cursing, MDNI! Here is the request! ( ˶˘ ³˘)♡

You and Stephen met at work, both of you journalists for The New Republic. You had been there a few months before Stephen was hired, and he instantly sparked your interest. Everyone seemed to like him, he was nice to everyone, and friendly. He was definitely a nerd, you could just tell. He was shy, always stuttering, always talking about his weird interests. But he was perfect.

Since he was shy, you knew he’d never make a move, and he was pretty bad at hiding his interest for you too. The way he always stared, and blushed when he got caught, how he always stuttered around you, it was adorable. So you decided to make the first move, asking him out on a date, which he immediately agreed to. Anyway, that was a year ago, and you two had been dating ever since.

After a long day of work, the two of you drove back to his apartment, since you were sleeping over for the next couple of nights. When you two got up to his apartment, he immediately started kissing you, showing you just how needy he was. You smirked against his lips, gently cupping his cheeks. “What is it, baby? You want me?” You cooed, noticing how his dick was growing hard in his pants. He nodded, his hands sliding up your shirt. “Really badly..” he huffed, guiding you to his bedroom.

He pushed you, gently, onto your back, climbing on top. “Baby.. I want to be.. the one on top today. You always are.” He pouted, unbuttoning your shirt. You were surprised, but had no problem with it. “Of course, baby. Do whatever.” You said softly. He smiled, both of you stripping off your clothes hurriedly, not breaking your lips.

5 minutes later, the room was filled with the sounds of skin on skin, his and your moans. He was pounding into your pussy, holding your knees up to your chest. Now, normally, you were the more dominant one. And you both loved it. But even when he was dominant, he was still a whimpering and moaning mess.

“Fuck.. you’re so pretty.. so tight..” He moaned between heavy pants, burying his face in your neck. Your arms wrapped around him, one hand moving down to his lower back, gently guiding him, even thought he was doing well on his own. “yeah? Do I feel good?” You asked, gently moving some hair out of his face. He nodded vigorously, panting more heavily at your words. “Yes.. so, so good..” He whimpered, his thrusts speeding up.

You could tell he was getting close to coming, from the way his lips were parted, and the way his thrusts were fast but sloppy. “Gonna come f’me? Hm?” You cooed, your hand running through his hair. He moved his head up from your neck, gently pressing his lips against yours. “Yes mommy..” He said between kisses. You smirked. “Mommy? But I thought you wanted to be the dominant one.” You teased softly, kissing him passionately.

He let out a breathless laugh against your lips. “I am..” he said, but he sounded like he was trying to convince himself too. You could also feel your orgasm build up in your lower belly, your moans growing louder. “Gonna come, mommy?” He asked, his eyes filling with tears. You nodded, burying your face in his hair. “Fuck.. yes, baby.” You moaned, lips parted. He moaned loudly, his hands gripping the bedsheets. “M-me too.. can I come? Please?” He begged, a whimpering mess. You nodded, gasping softly as you felt your orgasm approaching. “Yes.. yes, come now.” You said, and he immediately obeyed, emptying his come into you. He moaned loudly, tears dropping from his eyes, onto your skin. “Fuck, mommy!” He whined.

You came at the same time as him, your back arching. Your moans and his filled the room. He stopped moving inside you, slowly pulling out. He gently pulled your legs back from your chest, immediately collapsing on top of you. He buried his face between your breasts, panting heavily. “Are you okay, baby? Did you like that?” You asked softly, running your hands through his hair. He nodded, gently kissing the valley between your breasts. “I loved it..” he admitted, before continuing, “but I like when you’re in control.” He said. You grabbed his glasses for him, helping him put them back on. “I know, baby.. you were so good.” You praised, making him feel all mushy.

Warnings/notes: Smut, praise kink, missionary, Clayton eating reader out, slight argument (kinda?), threats mentioned (nothing serious.) Part two of boss Clayton! Here is part one. Credits to @priestboy for the dividers!

You entered the limo, he held the door open for you before getting in after. He gave the driver instructions before settling down, sighing deeply. You looked over at him. “So what kind of event is this?” You asked, curiously. He looked back at you. “It’s a charity event for business’s that need some help.” He answered. You nodded, looking out the window, at the city light. You loved living in the city, it was beautiful, especially at nighttime.

You got to the charity event quickly, and Clayton, being the gentleman he is, opened the door for you, holding your hand to help you out. You could feel his large hand covering your smaller one, it made the tip of your ears turn slightly pink. He closed the door behind you and linked his arm with yours, walking inside the venue.

Suddenly, he whispered to you. “If anyone asks… you’re my date, not my assistant.” He said in your ear. That caught you off guard. Your head snapped over to look at him. “What? Why?” You asked, confused. “Because it would be embarrassing if they knew I had to bring my assistant instead of a date.” He said lowly, smiling at some people as they walked down the hallway.

“Well.. why didn’t you bring a date? I’m sure you could’ve found someone, Clayton.” You said. He was handsome, a gentleman, and rich. He could practically have any girl he wanted! “Because I’m not dating at the moment, and I’m not interested either.” He said, a bit annoyed with your question, but he also knew you were going to ask.

You just shut up and nodded. You both finally walked into the venue. It was massive, and filled with other business men and their wives. He walked over to a group of men in expensive suits, like his, and greeted them warmly. You stood beside him, feeling a bit awkward. You didn’t know anyone here, besides him. And this was a new environment for you, but you tried to act classy.

Clayton then introduced you, bringing you closer to his side. “Guys, this is my girlfriend, Layla.” He said, his arm now wrapped around your waist. You smiled politely, greeting them. They looked you up and down, like a bunch of hungry wolves. “So, this is the girlfriend, huh? Clayton’s said a lot about you.” One of the men said, which surprised you. You knew you were his “girlfriend”, but you also didn’t know about that until today. You wondered what Clayton had said. “That’s me.” You smiled.

Clayton’s hand tightened slightly on your side, hardly enough to notice, but you did. “Okay, okay.” Clayton said, embarrassed his friend had brought that up. Truth is, Clayton used to date, and he used to have hook ups, and see girls. But ever since you came into his life, he stopped. He only had his eyes on you. The guys, and you, laughed at his reaction. The group of guys talked, and you stood beside Clayton, quietly, letting them do their thing, when the same guy spoke up. “Y’know, your girl is really quiet. Like a mouse.” He joked, but you could tell he wasn’t joking. Clayton nodded. “She’s just a bit shy.” He said, but the guy continued. “It’s a bit rude, no?! She’s just standing there as if we aren’t even there.”

Your smile faded, and so did Clayton’s. You were surprised he had called you out, even though you did nothing wrong. “Excuse me? Who are you to talk to my girlfriend like that?” Clayton asked. You could tell he was irritated, and the rest of the group noticed too. The guy shrugged. “Hey, I’m not trying to start things. Just saying.” But Clayton wasn’t having it. “Apologize, now.” Clayton said, firmly. You were surprised he was even defending you against this prick, and he genuinely seemed mad. It was a bit of a turn on, to see him stand up for you like that. Especially since he was just your boss..

The guy laughed, though it was awkward and forced. “I’m not gonna do that.” He said, arrogantly, which made Clayton even more mad. Clayton excused himself before grabbing the guy roughly by his arm and pulled him aside. The whole group watched as they talked, a few of the guys friends apologizing for his actions. After 5 minutes, they both came back. “I’m sorry.. I shouldn’t have said that. I had a bit to drink tonight.” The guy said. You nodded, your eyes flickering between him and Clayton. “It’s okay..”

Then, Clayton wrapped his arm around your waist and walked off, pulling you with him. You looked up at him, smiling softly. “What the hell did you say?” You asked. He smirked, guiding you towards the empty hallway again. “I have some dirt on him.” He explained, both of you in the hallway together, alone. You laughed softly, which made his expression soften. “Do I want to know?” You asked, he shook his head. “I don’t think so.”

There was moment of, comfortable, silence between you two, before his hand came up to gently cup your face, making you look at him. “I’m sorry about what he said. I like that you’re quiet.” He said, his eyes searching yours. You blushed, smiling softly, shyly. “Thank you.. I’m sure he was just drunk and not thinking. We’ve all been there.” You said. He didn’t reply. He stared down at you, his eyes moving down to your lips.

Just then, he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, his free hand moving to your waist. You gasped softly against his lips, but didn’t pull away. It took you a second to register what was happening before you kissed him back, your hands coming up to cup the sides of his neck. He hummed against your lips and gently pushed you against the wall, making out with you in a random hallway. You never expected this to happen, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Not now.

After a few seconds, the kiss started to become more passionate, more hungry. After months of you both yearning for each other, you finally had it, and Clayton wasn’t going to waste this moment, this opportunity. He lifted you up suddenly, his hands under your thighs, supporting your weight. You laughed against his lips, making him laugh too. God, the sound of your laugh made him to crazy.

He carried you nearby to a room so you both could have privacy, and shut the door behind him with his foot. He set you down on a piano, gently lifting up your dress to reveal your lacy pink panties. He groaned, at the sight, kissing down your neck. You let out a soft moan, your hand moving to his hair, your fingers pulling on his hair. He saw how wet you were and bit his lip, his thumb moving down to rub your clit through your panties. “All this for me?” He cooed. You moaned, your lips parting softly. “Fuck.. yes..” you moaned.

He continued that for a moment before pulling away, making you huff, but only for a second. He pulled your panties down, putting them beside you on the piano before grabbing your hips, pulling you closer to the edge. He pulled his pants down, his boxers going down with them. He lightly jerked himself off, pressing his tip against your wet hole. You wrapped your arms around him, your nails digging into his back as he slowly started to enter you. He was big.

His hands rested on your waist, gripping you tightly but not enough to hurt you. Once he bottomed out, he gave you a second to breathe before he started to move, groaning slightly, his eyes focused where he entered you. “Oh god..” you moaned, your legs wrapping around his hips as he fucked you. He was gentle at first, but started to move faster, harder. He could tell by the way you tightened around him that you were enjoying this just as much as he was. “Yeah? Like that?” He asked, his hands moving down to grip your hips, fucking you harder, looking up into your eyes.

You gasped softly, looking up at him also. You kept eye contact, nodding desperately. “Love it- so good..” you whined, letting out soft pants. He watched you intensely, watching your reactions, expressions, the way your body reacted. He reached up to pull your dress down, revealing your bra, which he quickly took off also. Once the bra was discarded, he leaned down to suck on your breasts, moaning he buried his face in them, never slowing his pace.

Your head fell back against the piano, the whole piano moving with how hard his thrusts were. Your hands pulled at his suit and hair, moans coming out of your mouth like a prayer. He moved from your breasts, and smashed his lips against yours again, making out with you hungrily. “So good.. taking me so nicely.” He praised between kisses, which made you clench around him. You were already close. He smirked when he felt you tighten around him, letting him know you were close. “Already?” He teased. “Shut up..” you said half-heartedly, your breaths growing heavier.

“Fuck.. I’m gonna come!” You squealed, looking back up at him. “Yeah? Then come.” He softly commanded, which instantly threw you over the edge. You come around him, your hips jerking forward as your orgasm crashed over you. He let out a moan, not slowing his thrusts until he suddenly pulled out, coming on the floor, but his thumb moved to your clit, continuing to rub it through your orgasm until you tried to move away from overstimulation. He panted heavily, looking down at the mess he made on the floor before looking back to you. He suddenly dropped down to his knees, gently kissing your inner thighs, making them twitch, before he started to eat you out, cleaning you up.

Your eyes rolled back, your head falling back against the piano again. He held your hips firmly down, not letting you move away. He moaned as he tasted your juices, eating you out hungrily. “Taste so fucking sweet..” he said. Your eyes pricked with tears at the sensitivity, but didn’t push him away. After another minute, he finally pulled away, standing back up. He gently grabbed you, pulling you up to sit. He pulled a napkin out of his pocket, cleaning you up properly. “You okay?” He asked, throwing the tissue somewhere before grabbing your panties and putting them back on for you.

You nodded, still a bit hazy from your intense orgasm. “Mhm.. never better.” You said. He laughed lowly, helping you off the piano. “Good girl.. you did amazing.” He praised, kissing the top of your head.

Authors note: HI GUYSS! Dare I say I like this one.. we love Clayton here. Guys I’ve been very motivated lately.

Warnings/notes: smut, missionary, softdom!scott, slight angst, all characters are eighteen! I came up with this from this request!

You were Scott’s girlfriend. The complete opposite of him. You both attended Mount Horizon for troubled kids. You both had the same drug problem, you were both addicted, and went through similar family situations, which is why you started dating. You understood each other.

And you were in the same group, the cliffhangers. Everything was great. You had the perfect boyfriend, friends, people that understood you. Nothing like your home life. But that all changed when Peter told Scott he was able to go home Friday. Scott was excited, and you were happy for him! But you also realized that he would be leaving. He was leaving you. You knew he didn’t have a choice, and he always talked about both of you leaving together. But it was just him.

He was leaving for football. His dad took him out because he had a huge opportunity, even though Peter advised he kept him there longer.

You started to avoid him. You wanted it make it easier for yourself when he left. And Scott was confused. He knew you were purposely avoiding him, he wasn’t stupid. He just didn’t know why. Maybe he was a little stupid. He had tried to talk to you multiple times, but you just ignored him or made up some excuse to leave. He was sick of it. It was already Thursday, he was leaving tomorrow! You cried nearly every night. He was the only person that made you feel like your true self, not someone that had to hide her feelings and vulnerability.

You were in the cabin, reading a book, getting ready for bed, when there was a knock on the door. All of the girls stood up, leaving you confused and alone. Just then, Scott walked in. What the hell was he doing here? He definitely wasn’t allowed. “What is this?” You asked, confused and suspicious. He walked over to your bed, his jaw slightly clenched. “I came here to talk to you. You’ve been avoiding me, and I leave tomorrow. What your issue?” He asked, irritated, but you could see he was also hurt, even though he tried to cover it up with anger.

You rolled your eyes, putting your book aside and sitting up. “Does it matter?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. He scoffed, “are you kidding? You’re my girlfriend, of course it matters.” He said, getting even madder. “Well you’re leaving tomorrow, so technically I’m not.” You said, before laying back down, continuing to read your book. But he snatched it out of your hands, throwing it on one of the other beds. “Why would you say that? Are you stupid?” “No, but you must be! You seriously think we’re gonna stay together?” You shot back, getting irritated also.

He passed, furrowing his eyebrows. “Thats what this is about? Me leaving?” He asked, his tone lowering. “Obviously.” You said, your voice also lowering, becoming a little more vulnerable now that the truth came out. He sat down on the edge of your bed. “Why haven’t you just talked to me about it? Instead of ignoring me?” “Because there’s no point. Talking isn’t gonna make you stay.” You said. You knew you were being selfish, but you didn’t care right now. He was the only thing that made you happy.

He took a deep breath. Even though he was excited to get out, you were on his mind this entire week. And, the prom Peter was hosting was on Saturday. Which means you had no date, something you both were looking forward to. “You’re seriously mad at me for leaving? Did you think I was gonna stay here the rest of my life?” He asked. You scoffed. “Are you serious? I’m not mad at you, idiot! I’m just trying to break it off easier.” You said, which made him pause.

“Break it off? You’re breaking up with me?” He asked in disbelief, getting off the bed. “Use your brain. Long distance relationships never work. Especially when you can’t even communicate..” you muttered, your voice breaking. He clenched his jaw, stopping himself from saying something hurtful. Without another word, he stormed out, tears pricking his eyes.

The girls came back inside, looking all confused. “What was the about?” Juliette asked. You ignored her and laid down, pulling the blanket over your head, turning off your lamp. The next day, you didn’t even say bye to him. He waited, but you never came. You couldn’t take it. You spent the whole day crying, and Peter let you take the day off from chores. Even though he pretended not to know, he knew there was something going on between you two.

Saturday came around, and Sophie had given the girls a box of dresses to choose from for the dance. You weren’t gonna go. It was pointless, you had no date, and you’d just be miserable. But the girls convinced you to come, Daisy promising she’d stay with you the entire time. Which she did. She was a real friend to you also. You picked out a pretty purple dress, and black heels. You all walked to where the prom was being held. There was loud music, flashing lights, food and drinks. It looked like an actual prom.

It wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. You actually had a little fun dancing and talking with your friends. Suddenly, Shelby smirked, grabbing your arm. “Come, I need you show you something.” She said, dragging you outside. You were confused, where was she taking you? But you let her drag you, the cold night air hitting your face. Suddenly, you heard a voice say your name. You looked over and saw Scott, standing there in a tux. Your eyes widened. What was he doing here?! Shelby rolled her eyes. “Okay love birds, I’ll give you two some privacy.” She said before going back inside.

He walked over to you, his hand cupping your cheek. “You look beautiful..” he said, his thumb caressing your cheekbone. You scoffed softly, in shock he was here, your heart was racing. “How are you even here right now?” You asked, avoiding eye contact. “I asked my dad to let me stay.. my dad still doesn’t believe me.” He said, huffing. His dad was an asshole, who picked his fiancée over his kid.

You scoffed. “Why would you choose to come back? You could’ve left.” You asked, leaning into his touch. “Because I couldn’t stand leaving you behind.” He said, his voice soft. You sighed, biting your tongue so your eyes wouldn’t water. You hated crying. “You’re such an idiot..” you said before leaning up, smashing your lips against his. He immediately responded, kissing you back with as much passion and love.

You both pulled back, but only to guide him to your cabins. No one was there, and all the teachers were at prom. The second the door closed, his lips were back on yours, gently laying you down on your bed. “I love you..” he said between kisses. He had never said that before, it made your heart flutter. “I love you too..” you said, taking off his tux, while he took off your dress.

Before you knew it, you both were just in your undergarments. He was kissing down your neck, unhooking your bra before sliding it off your shoulders, revealing your breasts to him. He didn’t waste any time, sucking on your hardened nipples, before continuing to kiss down your body. “You’re so pretty..” he said between kisses, placing a kiss on your hip before pulling off your panties.

You bit your lip, spreading your legs wider for him. He threw your legs over his shoulder, leaving a hickey on your inner thigh before licking a long stripe up your slit. You moaned softly, spreading your legs wider. He groaned at the taste of you, wrapping his mouth around your clit, his tongue flicking against your clit. Your back arched, hands running through his hair, encouraging him to continue.

He continued for a few moments before pulling away, climbing back up you again. He took off his boxers, throwing them somewhere around the cabin, before pressing his lips against yours. He was gentle, he always was with you. He lined himself up with your entrance before pushing in, making you gasp softly against his lips. He bottomed out, staying still for a few seconds to let you adjust before he started to roll his hips, hitting your g spot just perfectly.

“Oh god.. right there..” you moaned softly, looking down where you two met. He gently grabbed your chin, bringing your head back up to look at him. “Yeah? Am I doing good?” He asked, secretly wanting to hear your praise. You nodded, kissing the tip of his nose. “Really good..” you moaned, which made him speed up a little more, now thrusting, but still hitting your g spot. Your legs wrapped around his hips, head falling back against the pillow. His forearms stayed beside your head, keeping himself up so he doesn’t put too much of his weight on you.

“You feel so good..” he groaned, closing his eyes as he buried his face in your neck, thrusting a little faster, but still remaining gentle. Soft pants escaped your lips, feeling your orgasm approaching. “Yes, yes, yes!” You moaned louder, nails digging into his back. He sucked and kissed on your neck. “Gonna come f’me?” He asked, his hands running through your hair, pulling softly to make you look directly into his eyes.

You nodded, not taking your eyes off his, lips parted. He almost moaned at the sight of you. You always looked beautiful to him, but even more so like this. He loved pleasuring you like this. He felt his orgasm also approaching, groaning in pleasure. You both came at the same time, his thrusts never slowing until you both became sensitive. He pulled out of you, his come leaking out of your hole and onto the bed. He let out a breathless laugh, pecking your lips before grabbing a tissue, cleaning up the mess. “You still alive?” He teased, playfully slapping your inner thigh. You whined in playful announce. “Don’t do that!”

Authors note: if only you were real Scott

Warning/notes: Grumpy!gator, sunshine!reader. Just a little spice, and fluff.

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You were in your room, reading the newest romance novel you had picked out, when you heard gators truck pull up. How did you know it was him? Because he always played his music ridiculously loud. You heard the music shut off, followed by the sound of the engine turning off. You put the book aside, standing up, going to the front door. As you were going down the stairs, you heard the front door open and slam shut. He must’ve had a bad day.

Gator was mumbling something under his breath, obviously angry. You walked over to him, greeting him with a hug, arms wrapped around his neck.

“How was work?” You asked softly, looking up at him worriedly.

He clenched his jaw, his large hands gripping your waist. “Terrible. The fucking truck almost broke down on the highway, stupid piece of shit..” he spat, muttering the last part under his breath.

You gently cupped his cheeks, thumb caressing his cheekbone. “Well at least you’re home.. and safe.” You said with a small, comforting smile, making his expression noticeably soften.

“What about you? How was your day?” He asked, leaning down to bury his face in your neck, gently kissing your skin.

You smiled, tilting your head back to give him more access. “Fine.. but boring.” You said, huffing. Today was your day off, but it wasn’t Gators, so you were just left alone.

He hummed in response, kissing up your neck, and to your ear, one hand moving down to cup your ass while the other remained on your waist. “Yeah, sugar? Was it boring without me?” He asked, his voice low in your ear.

You held back your smile, your hand running over his gelled back hair. You didn’t say anything, only nodding to his question.

He suddenly picked you up, his hands holding you up by your thighs and ass, carrying to your bedroom.

“I think we can fix that.” He said, closing the door behind him with his boot.

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Authors note: GATORRR dada is so fine.

Warnings/notes: Aj, multiple orgasms, different positions, cowgirl, doggy, spooning, breast play, clit play, FREAKY. Guys, I hardly see Aj fics!

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You were waiting outside of your car, watching the gates, anxiously. Today, Aj was getting released from prison. It’s been 8 months since you’ve last been able to touch him, hold him. You visited as often as you could’ve, but it wasn’t enough.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard the gates open, and revealed Aj walking out. He looked the same, maybe some more tattoos, buffer.

You squealed and ran over to him, excitedly. He dropped his bag on the floor and opened his arms for you, that smug smirk on his face. You hugged him tightly, and he lifted you up, his hands on your thighs.

He pressed his lips against yours, groaning. “Fuck.. it feels so good to hold you again..” he said between kisses, holding you tightly against him.

You kissed him back, your arms wrapped around his neck. “I missed you..” you pouted, pulling away from the kiss to catch your breath.

He held you with one arm, the other picking up his bag before walking to the car. “Missed you more.. more than you could imagine.” He said. He set you down, tossing his bag in the backseat before getting in the driver seat, you in the passenger seat.

You got home pretty quickly. The second the doors shut, he pushed you against the wall, his lips against yours. You kissed him back, both of you desperately stripping each other clothes off.

Once you were just in your panties, and he was in his boxers, he carried you up the stairs, but he was so desperate he suddenly stopped, making you confused.

“Gonna fuck you right here..” he muttered, bending over the steps, and you didn’t complain. You were just as desperate for him as he was for you. He pushed your lacy panties to the side, throwing his boxers somewhere down the stairs.

He immediately entered you, pushing in slowly. You moaned, your eyes rolling back as he filled you up. His head fell back against his shoulders, biting his lip.

He immediately started to move his hips, thrusting into you at a hard pace. You gripped onto the stairs for support as he gave you CRAZY backshots.

He held your hips, slapping your ass. “Missed this pussy..” he said, not slowing his thrusts. Your mouth hung open, groaning loudly as your pussy clenched around him, making him groan.

His thrusts got faster, knowing you were close to the edge. One had remained on your hip, while the other grabbed you by your hair, pulling your head back. “Gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” He asked.

You could only mumble, hardly being able to speak. You felt like your brain was melting. When you didn’t reply, he slowed his thrusts. “Answer me.” He demanded.

You gasped when he slowed down, whining. “M’gonna cum.. please..” “please what?” He taunted. “Let me cum..” you begged.

He immediately started to thrust fast and hard again, almost knocking the wind out of you. You moaned loudly as you came around his cock, your moans echoing through the house.

He continued for a few moments before pulling out, jerking himself off as his cum shot out onto your ass. “Fuck…” he groaned, giving your thigh a smack before picking you up again. “We’re not done.”

Once you entered your room, he tossed you onto the bed. “Get on your side.” He demanded. You did as you were told, turning onto your side. He came up behind you, spooning you.

He grabbed your knee and held your leg over his hip, keeping you spread open while his other arm wrapped around your waist, holding you close.

He entered you from behind again, your head falling back against his chest. He started to thrust again, his arm keeping you in place.

You moaned softly, your hand intertwining with his. He started to trust slowly at first, kissing the shell of your ear. “Good girl..” he muttered, before he started to speed up,

Your moans got louder, your thighs twitching, but he held her open. “Cmon, princess.. be a good girl.” He said, giving your clit a slap, a loud moan escaping from your mouth,

He started to rub your clit nice and fast, wanting you to cum again. You whined loudly, crying out in pleasure. “Aj!”

He continued to rub your clit, his thrusts even harder and faster after hearing her moan his name. “Say my name again. Now, or I’ll stop.”

“Aj..” you moaned, your brain going fuzzy as you felt your orgasm approaching. He slapped your clit again. “Cum f’me.” He said.

You immediately obeyed, cumming around his cock for the second time. You went non verbal, your mouth agape. This time, he came inside you, his thrusts slowing. “That’s my girl.. cumming so nicely for me.” he grunted.

He stayed inside you for a few moments, panting softly before pulling out. He turned onto his back, pulling you on top of him.

“Wanna ride me, baby?” He asked, pressing his lips against yours, making out with you as his hands ran all over your body. You nodded, sinking down onto his cock. You immediately started to move, bouncing on his cock.

He groaned, smacking your ass before grabbing your hips, helping guide your movements. “That’s it..” he said.

Your breasts bounced in his face with each bounce, making him grab and suck on your nipples. “These are mine, aren’t they?” He asked, leaving a few hickeys on your skin. You nodded, panting heavily as you rode him. “Y-Yes..” she moaned, her arms wrapped around his shoulders.

His hands moved back down to your hips, leaning back against the headboard. You bounced even faster, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. You squirted around his cock, making a mess on his lap and the bed, mumbling words and moaning incoherently, collapsing on top of him.

He came inside you once again, whimpering. He wrapped his arms around you when you collapsed on top of him. “It’s okay.. you’re okay.” He said, rubbing your back soothingly. He pulled out of you, still holding you. “You’re my good girl, y’know that?” He asked, kissing your forehead. You hummed, burying your face in his neck.

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Authors note: GUYSS this is my freakiest work yet. I hope you enjoyed..

Aj takers:

he is an ass man. 100%. he would even eat your ass sometimes, but only if you were into it.

You two argue quite often because you’re scared about these jobs that he does, but he always reassures you he’s fine, and sometimes there is makeup sex.

He always wears that fucking hat, even around the house.

You slick back his hair for him everyday. It was something you started when you first began dating, but now it was a daily ritual.

He always makes you sit on his lap. While you’re eating, watching a movie, hanging out with family or friends. You’re always on his lap, it’s basically your seat.

Stephen glass:

He is a boobs guy, no doubt. If he’s upset about something, he just loves to bury his face between your tits while you comfort him. And he loves sucking them.

He is very loving but manipulative. If you say or do something he doesn’t like, he’ll just start crying and make you seem like the bad guy, making you feel bad and comfort him.

WHIMPERS. HE MOANS. CALLS YOU MOMMY. No one can say differently.

You are definitely the one that takes charge in bed, often riding him or sucking his cock.

And he’s obsessed with your pussy. It’s all he thinks about. He craves you. He’ll eat you out until you’re pushing his head away, and even then, he tries to push for more.

James Kelly:

Ass guy. He always, always, smacks your ass when he passes by, or when you bend over. And you had gotten used to his behaviour now. It was amusing.

He is completely pussy whipped for you. He tries to seem like a tough guy in front of everyone else, but when it’s just you two alone, he can be slightly more vulnerable, just all over you, or demanding to cuddle.

His favourite position is doggy. I don’t know why, he just seems like a doggy type of guy.

He works just for you. After you moved in, he realized truly just how much he loved you, and he wanted to give you everything you wanted.

Only red flag is he is a bit of an alcoholic, but it’s nothing too concerning. He always drinks when he gets stressed, or goes to the bar after work.

Sam Monroe:

Boobs. Same as Stephen, he loves sucking on them and burying his face in between them.

He also loves your thighs. When he’s eating you out, his favourite part is the way your thighs squish his head when you’re close. He loves leaving hickeys and bite marks on them. His hand is always resting on your thigh while you’re driving.

He is kinky. He loves you choke and slap you when fucking, spank your ass and thighs, maybe even a little bit of knife play, calling you dirty things, etc.

But he can also be submissive at times, especially if you’re riding him. He just moans as you take control, his hands running all over your body.

He’s good at aftercare, which surprised you after your first time together. He gives you weed, cleans you up, cuddles with you, puts on your favourite movie, which he hates. But it’s honestly sweet.

Authors note: GUYS LMK IF YOU LIKE THISS! I may do more characters.. ˶>⩊<˶

Scott Barringer:

ass guy. After a long day of hiking with the group, or doing whatever ridiculous thing Peter made you guys do, he loves to just lay his head on your ass, and sleep. Not even in a sexual way either.

I feel like he’s really bossy, maybe even a bit of a perfectionist? If you two have a project together, he’ll get mad if you messed something up, and he’d just end up doing the whole thing.

He is definitely a switch. When he’s feeling dominant, he’s dominant. Though he can get rough, he would never hurt you. He knows your body cues, especially if something bothering you. But if you’re riding him, or sucking him off, he’s a whiny, panting, mess.

He’s a moody guy, just naturally. It comes off as rude, but you know him. Though, there are times when he softens up, but only around you. He’d never let anyone else see that vulnerable side of him.

I don’t think he would be very kinky, but he would definitely be open to things you want to try. But if he doesn’t like it, he will probably most likely judge you. He’s just a judgmental person 😭

Jacob:

I feel like he wouldn’t have a preference? he loves every bit of you. Tits, ass, thighs, waist, everything. You honestly think it’s a bit sweet. If you were to ask him, he’d probably get confused, and say he just likes you.

He is loving during sex. I feel like he can get rough if you guys argue, or he has a bad day, but most of the time, he’s focused on you, and your pleasure, which we all love.

I don’t think he would be kinky either, but he loves doing different positions, and eating you out. I could just imagine, if you were sucking him off, how he would make sure you don’t choke or tear up!! (╥﹏╥)

He’s particularly gentle with you. He wasn’t like that when you first met. When you first met, he could come off as an asshole, and rugged. But overtime, he started to let his guard down. Becoming more vulnerable.

He doesn’t say “I love you” quite often, but he shows his love in other ways. Like, he’s not a big cuddler, but he does it anyway, for you. Or you could say you’re hungry, and he comes back home with a deer, even though he already ate and wasn’t hungry. I feel like his love language is giving and doing stuff for you.

Will Beeman:

oh god, I don’t know. I feel like he doesn’t think about it often, because he’s so busy with work. But if you asked him what he preferred, I think he would say boobs. Like, during sex, you noticed how he would watch your boobs shake while he pounded into you, or how’d he slap them.

KINKY. He definitely loves role playing, maybe even a little tiny bit of cnc? He is the dom. Even if you’re riding him, he still finds a way to be dominant. While you’re riding his cock, he’ll slap your ass hard, leaving a print, “keep riding that cock like the slut you are..”

He’s not very affectionate, but he’s soft and gentle with you. One time, you stopped by the office to see him, simply because you missed him, and you could hear him yelling harshly at someone, but the second he saw you, he softened up.

I don’t think he would eat you out. Not because he’s grossed out by it, he loves your pussy, but he’s not very good at it. But he expects you to suck him off. And when you do, he’s pushing your head down all the way, making you choke and gag.

There is obviously an age gap. He doesn’t like to date people his age, since he’s like 45. And he uses your age difference to his advantage. If you’re misbehaving, or giving him attitude, he’ll spank it and fuck it right out of you.

Clayton Beresford:

ASS GUYY! Ass. He absolutely loves your ass. He slaps it any chance he gets, or likes too grind against it, or simply just lay his head on it, like Scott.

He is stressed out 24/7. He can be short and irritated. So he often snaps at you, which makes you upset. But when he realizes your upset, he just gives you his card. Though he never addresses the situation.

I think he can be both rough and gentle, but never a sub. He loves making love to you, but he equally loves fucking you roughly. His favourite position would be missionary, because he loves to see your expressions.

I feel like he isn’t very open about his emotions. So if you have an argument, he just leaves, and doesn’t tell you where he going. Then, he’ll come back at 3 in the morning, and beg for your forgiveness, showering you with love and kisses.

He’s a munch 🤷‍♀️. One time, you woke up to him eating you out after he had a wet dream about it. He’ll eat you out at a restaurant, at an event, anywhere. And he hardly ever expects you do return the favour.

Authors note: Hi guyss here is part two of Hayden’s character’s head cannons, I hope you enjoyed! ⚞^. .^⚟