Men Who Could Hit Me With A Semi Truck And I Would Still Be At Their Feet 🎀

he’s so fine omggg

raw. till im screaming. next question.

“you’re so quiet” God forbid a girl thinks about the fanfic she read last night

Felix Catton is very Sharpay coded… that is all.

oh i am in love

Grace and Bo Chow both being infatuated with you 💌 ₊˚⊹⋆

a/n: I hope you guys enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing this! This post contains nsfw content/slightly obsessive behavior so proceed with caution. This is also quite long so I apologize for that. Look out for a part two!

currently listening to: Cupid by Sam Cooke

You met Bo first. You applied for a job at the shop and proved yourself to be incredibly dependable. He allowed you to count the money in the register, keep logs of what was going in & out of the store, and take care of client records and accounts. The two of you had a purely professional relationship, but if a professional relationship consisted of longing glances, lingering touches, and endearing nicknames.

You knew he was married, the golden band around his ring finger didn't let you forget the fact that he was. You felt horrible for even entertaining the nicknames and the close contact he kept with you, but you considered yourself to be on the safe side of things. As long as the two of you kept the touchiness to a minimum and didn't take your affection for one another to the bedroom, everything was fine.

His wife, Grace, tended to their shared store on the white side of town. She'd occasionally pop into the store to check in on Bo & their daughter, making sure she completed her tasks for the day. Afterwards, she'd never fail to make her way up to you and ask about your day.

"How are ye doin? Bo been treatin' you well?"

"You're doin' a good job around 'ere, girl. We gotta keep you here, don't want the other stores to try an' take ye from us."

Bo would affirm her praise by nodding his head and adding in his own little two cents. Grace wouldn't shy away from rubbing your arm or placing a delicate finger underneath your chin while saying "you're a real pretty girl, y'know that?". Her physical touch could be disguised as something playful and sweet, something between two women that were fond of one another. But, as the two of them made eye contact over your head they knew that what they had in store for you was anything but playful.

The playful banter between the three of you continued for weeks after that. You didn't expect anything more to blossom from your friendship with the married couple, but the clueless cloud you had over your head was quickly blown away one night. It was usual for them to invite you over to have dinner at their shared home. It was a common occurrence that even Lisa looked forward to as you were never anything but kind to her.

If you try to tell them that you wouldn't be able to make it due to a packed schedule, they'd do everything in their power to convince you to show anyway.

"Oh, we promise we won't keep you long. C'mon ya could just come on over for some dinner and make your way home after that. promise."

"awe are ya sure? Lisa was really lookin' forward to seeing ya again."

Sure, it was common for them to invite you over for dinner. However, it wasn't all too common for them to invite you into their bedroom. They'd usually keep you past midnight to have conversation going in the kitchen, but Bo offered to move the late night ritual into their bedroom. The conversation went on as normal and the wine in your glass disappeared by the minute. You sat with your legs crossed on their wooden-framed bed, the couple sat right in front of you. Bo's hand made a home for itself on the skin of your thigh that peaked from underneath your dress, he rarely ever showed such explicit affection like this. You expected Grace to become angry with the two of you, rightfully so, and have the night come to an end. Instead, she moved towards you and swept your hair out of your face with those delicate fingers of hers you've come to admire.

"I don't think ya know just how pretty ya are. I mean, jus' look at that face, baby. You just might be the prettiest damn thing I've ever seen." Bo's hand moved towards the inside of your thigh and a small smile stretched across his lips. "s'true, sweetheart", both of his hands eventually moved towards the inside of your thighs, spreading you open for him, Grace shuffling behind you before positioning your head to lay on her lap.

The night ended with your legs curved around Bo's slender waist as he pumped his cock into you, the coarse hair at the base of his cock stimulating your pulsing clit once he finally bottomed out. Grace kept herself busy, too. She rubbed your throbbing clit with her middle & ring finger, occasionally cradling your flushed cheeks and encouraging you to "take that cock, baby. s'so big, ain't it? I know, I know", shushing your whines and cooing at your fucked out expression. She couldn’t help but smile when you let out a surprised squeal at the feeling of her fingers tweaking and pinching your sensitive nipples.

Your relationship with the Chow's was never made public to the town, I mean, why would it be? Everyone in your close circle knew that the three of you were quite the close bunch of friends, but they didn't know the rest of it.

I can definitely see the both of them being possessive over you. They could see you talking with a friend of yours outside of the store and immediately interrogate you about it.

"She's just a good friend of mine! What's this all about?"

"Y'know damn well what this is all about. She looked like she was imaginin' what ya looked like without your clothes on."

It'd make them inexplicably upset to see you in a relationship with anyone that isn't them. They'd never allow you to do so without putting up a fight, though. It'd be foolish for you to think they'd let you go so easily. Even if you did get romantically involved with anyone else, you'd never be truly satisfied. Grace and Bo raised your standards to the damn moon and it'd be impossible for anyone to try and fill their shoes. Whenever your partner did anything wrong, you couldn't help but think "they'd never do that to me."

Helping Grace whenever she's working on a sign for a client. She doesn't hold back on sharing just how proud she is of you when you finish up a paint job.

Sharing many passion filled nights with the couple at the Juke Joint. You spend so much time sat at the bar without ordering anything just to talk to Grace. Bo pulls you in to dance with him and no one around bats an eye. What's wrong with two friends sharing a dance together? However, the way his glistening eyes gaze into yours with such intense passion behind them is anything but platonic.

It's incredibly easy for you and Grace to hide the true nature of your relationship. Nobody suspects anything even when her arm is firmly wrapped around your waist, or when her lips graze your cheek in a sweet peck. That's just how good friends celebrate one another.

They always find themselves on your front porch with gifts and they hardly ever show up empty handed. The gifts range from sundresses perfect for the southern heat, pastries they know you'll enjoy, savory treats the both of them worked on.

You're constantly heading over to their home and being convinced to stay the night by the sweet-talking couple. They don't entertain the possibility of you staying in a spare room, they want you to make yourself familiar & comfortable with their bedroom. Their spare room is honestly quite useful in having visitors believe that's where you stay, assisting in avoiding any questions about the true nature of your 'friendship'.

Bo wraps himself around your body like a koala and Grace curls herself into a fetal position in front of you, relishing in the feeling of your warm arms around her.

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Cybersex

Hamzah x reader smut

Warnings || Masturbation . mentions of sex? . idfk basically NSFW

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It’s a Saturday night, 2:30am. You were laying down on your stomach staring into the webcam on your laptop waiting for Hamzah to answer your call. Long distance had really made your guys’ relationship more challenging, considering you were 5 hours ahead, but it was all worth it when you got to see his smiling face on your screen.

Finally, you hear a little 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 sound and you’re met with his grinning face on your screen.

“Hii! Sorry it took me so long to answer Martin wouldn’t get off my ass about this thing-“ he rambles, not realising just how little you mind.

“Baby” you cut him off “it’s fine don’t worry i understand, i’m just happy to see you” you smile at him and the look of worry on his face instantly changes to a look of relief.

“so how’ve you been? I saw that uh instagram post you did earlier you look like really good.” he asks, moving around to get in a comfy position on his bed.

“oh uh yeah i’ve been good, been missing you, you know.” To say you were missing him is an understatement, you hadn’t seen him in 3 months and you had needs that couldn’t be fixed by your own hand. You didn’t want to seem like a crazy sex addict so decided to wait a bit before initiating anything - but Hamzah could see right through you.

“Oh yeah? You’ve been missing me huh?” He grins, knowing exactly what you want. “I’ve been missing you too y’know, been thinking about the last time we were together.”

Thank god he didn’t want to beat around the bush.

“Oh I want you so bad Hamzah.” You almost whine whilst saying it, seeing his face on your laptop reminded you of just how badly you wanted, no- needed him.

“I know baby, I know. How about you show me just how much you’ve been missing me huh?”

That was all you needed to hear.

You balance your laptop on your pillows properly and scooch back on your bed, sitting on your knees revealing yourself in your tank top and pj shorts.

“So beautiful.” He mutters, almost to himself.

You start by sliding one of your straps down your shoulder, teasing him for as long as possible before you completely lose control.

“Cmon now don’t be like that take it off.” He pleads, making you realise you have the upper hand in this situation.

“Turn your camera on Hamzah i wanna see you.” Almost instantly, he turns his camera on revealing him sat in bed wearing nothing but some boxers, his grown out buzz sticking out in all different directions. The only source of light in his room was coming from his laptop and in the bottom of his screen you can ever so slightly see him palming himself.

You choose not to say anything for now and instead slide your other strap off and pull your tank top over you head, leaving you bare besides your pj shorts.

Hamzah lets out a groan at the sight and you can clearly see his hand picking up the pace “fuck you’re so gorgeous.” he grunts as he thrusts into his hand. He slips his hand out from underneath his waistband and tugs his boxers down, causing his erection to spring out.

“oh you’re desperate.” you tease him knowing it will only excite him more. You start by rubbing your tits softly, lightly pushing them together as you do so.

“I wish i was there so badly-“

Hamzah was practically panting as he was now fully touching himself to you. “Touch yourself baby.Please”

You find yourself instantly obeying and your hands reach down to your shorts which you quickly discard onto your bed. You start by tracing a finger across your folds before diving your middle finger into them.

“Shit yeah just like that.” He moans at the sight of you.

Your middle finger is quickly joined by another as you pick up the pace, moaning as you do. Hamzah continued to masturbate, his tugs getting more sloppy and desperate.

You look at your laptop and see Hamzah with his eyes fixed on you admiringly and it only gets you off more. “You’re so handsome baby.”

He whimpers at your praise. “Thank you.” Hamzah found himself struggling to get his words out as his hand flew up and down his cock.

“Shit I think i’m gonna-“ You whine as realise you’re getting closer to the edge. Your fingers slip in and out of your cunt as you feel the knots in your stomach tighten.

“It’s okay baby me too come on we can do it together.”

That was all it took for you to finish on your fingers, which was quickly followed by Hamzah finishing all over his stomach.

You both lay in your respective beds for a couple minutes, panting and sweaty.

“Next time we do that i want it to be in person” Hamzah begins “I miss you so much i’m gonna fly you out - or i’ll come to you i don’t mind.”

He rambles on, clearly just desperate to be with you again.

“Hamzah, sweetheart don’t worry we will see eachother soon i promise.” You say before yawning. You’d lost track of time and it was now 3:15am.

“Listen Hamzah i’m exhausted so i’m gonna try get some sleep m’yeah?”

“Wanna fall asleep on call?” God he was corny, but you love him.

“sure baby yeah we can.” You giggle sleepily. “Good night Hamzah I love you.”

“I love you too y/n.”

A/N : Hi so this is my first time writing like anything in my life so it probably sucks and will be one of those things i look back on and cringe 😭 but yeah tips are appreciated and hope you enjoyed this ❤︎︎

the mouth open waiting for his turn …. He’s so pathetic I need him so bad

The Grabber tryna lure in Finney

18+ dj johnny!

at the club with your friends, you all noticed how extremely attractive the dj is!

you all had a few drinks in your systems and you thought that maybe you would be the one to make a move— or at least try to! what's the worst that could happen?

you and your friends pushed through the crowd and walked to the front, watching how other people were interacting with him.

his eyes were focused on the mixer and turntable, body moving to the song he was playing.

"hey! my friend thinks you're cute!" one of your friends shouted, her thumb pointing at you.

it successfully caught his attention and everyone squealed with excitement but it didn't seem he had understood what you guys had said as his eyebrows rose up, shrugging his shoulders.

"she thinks you're cute!!" the other ones chimed in, repeating it over and over until he finally understood, smiling at you.

he brought a hand up and gestured for you to come stand next to him.

after his set, he had taken you to a vip room where you two talked, joked, subtly flirted and drank!

after getting completely wasted, you found yourself on the couch, legs spread, one over his tatted shoulder as he ate you out.

his fingers expertly worked in and out of your sopping wet cunt as he sucked on your clit but it wasn't enough to prepare you for his lengthy cock!

your mouth took in the edge of the backrest of the couch, eye makeup now ruined by the tears streaming down your face. you felt overwhelmingly good, not having ever had a man dick you down the way he has!

he said something along the lines of "where has this pussy been all my life?" as he gripped onto your hips, pulling you back onto his length but you were not all there to even remember correctly.

just before you left, he wrote his number on your ass in bold permanent marker!