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Falling (T.Carpenter x F!Reader)

Warnings: Suggestive smut, light angst

Notes: This has been sitting in my drafts for a while along with a bunch of other shit.

Word Count: 480

Beautiful. Lovely. Gorgeous. Stunning.

Those are all of the words that appear in Tara's brain every time she sees you. She wishes she could have you, all to herself, but that's just selfish, but she doesn't care. She wants you, needs you, craves you.

Every time you walk in a room her eyes always find their way to you. Almost like they're attached to you, like you're a magnet and always find a way to draw her in. Even if you're just standing still, not doing a thing, her eyes will be drawn to you.

The way your eyes look in the light, how they glow, how they soften when you look down at her, how they look like they have little stars in them. She loves how your face softens when you're sleeping, whenever she glances at your sleeping form on your desk, she can't help but stare and smile a little. You look so peaceful, like you wouldn't hurt a fly. She loves how you're just a little taller than her, tall enough to look down at her.

She can only imagine how you'd look on top of her, pining her to her bed and gazing down at her.

She's taken a liking to the way you walk, it isn't forced, more relaxed than most, and full of confidence that not a lot have. Oh! The way you talk just has her entire body racing and heating up. The way you say her name has her stomach doing flips and filling with butterflies. Whenever you call her name, she can't help but short circuit just a little.

She wants to hear you call her name when she pleases you. She wants to hear how you'd sound whining, begging and pleading to her.

You're doing something to her and you don't even know it. Especially when your hands are visible and you call her over using your index and ring finger. It makes her think and wonder, how would your fingers feel inside of her. Curling in her and just fucking her dumb with just your fingers. How it would feel to have your fingers down her throat, your hand around her neck, grabbing her jaw to make her look at you and your fingers gripping her hair. But she also likes how soft they are, how they feel grazing against her own.

She needs you, bad. The more she thinks about you, your eyes, face, hands, hair, everything. The more she falls and falls and falls until one day she'll land. Hopefully in your arms and not on the ground watching as you walk away with someone that isn't her.

She wants to tell you but she's scared, fearing the rejection and aftermath of it all. So, all Tara can do is watch and admire from afar. Hoping that one day, she'll be brave enough to tell you.

Crybaby (JB.Routledge x GN!Reader)

Warnings: Oral (male receiving), edging, teasing, dacryphilia, praise & degradation.

Word Count: 578

"Stay still, my love.." you muttered, sucking on the tip of his aching and leaking cock. "This is what you wanted, right? This is what you've been begging for?" You continued, slowly jerking him off and moving your free hand to massage his balls. "Y-yes..fuck.." he stuttered and moaned. You rubbed his tip with your thumb, smearing your saliva and his precum around. His hips slightly bucking and the feeling. 

All he wanted all day was to feel you, any part of you, he just wanted you. He couldn't stand the straining feeling of his cock pressed against his pants. It was unbearable and he hated it. He wanted to cum all day but every time he tried to he'd just get hard all over again. He needed you, he's been begging you all day to help him, whining and even getting on his knees just for you to help him. 

You licked up his shaft and took him in, deep in your throat. "Oh fuck..thank you, thank you..ha..you feel so good.." John B. moaned, hips slowly moving up and down. Head bobbing up and down. Saliva dribbling down your chin and onto your neck. His whimpers became louder and louder.

More whiny and needy. "Fuck, baby..I'm close..I've been waiting for this all day I don't think I can hold it.." he groaned. John B. frantically bucked his hips up, tip hitting the back of your throat wanting some sort of relief. His breathing got heavy as his core tightened and eyes shut tighter. You felt his dick twitch in the back of your throat, he was close. 

His movements got faster, pushing him closer to his release. Moaning and whining your name. His hips continued thrusting, the tip of his dick continuously hitting the back of your throat. You lifted yourself off of him, "Yes you can, you can do it just this once, right, baby?" You asked. You looked up at him through your lashes, eyes watery from the abuse on your throat. 

He let out a cracked whine, "S-sure..I can try.." you gave him a smile and stuffed your mouth full with his cock. John B. groaned, fingers curling into the couch cushion as his muscles flexed. Sliding your lips up and down his length. The friction sending waves of pleasure up his spine. He knew he was on the brink of filling your throat with his cum. 

The feeling came back again, throwing his head back and gripping the couch until his knuckles turned white. You stopped bobbing your head, instead you just paused, sat there, not continuing any further. "W-what..? Keep going, baby, please..please.." he begged, eyes watering from being denied his release for the second time. 

His cock ached, all he wanted was to cum. "I just like seeing you cry..you just looked so pretty with tears running down that pretty face of yours." You muttered to him after lifting your head up. Slowly pumping his cock, you gave him a tug, a light squeeze at the base. "Just so pathetic, such a crybaby..I didn't take you as a crybaby John B." You chuckled.

Tears ran down his face. Cheeks wet, you'd almost think he's in pain. But the way he's bucking his hips into your hand and begging you to go faster said otherwise. "So pitiful, you don't get to cum so you start to cry?" You mocked and stood up, wiping your hand on his t-shirt. 

"Crybabys don't deserve to cum." 

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