Blair Waldorf X Stoner Fem Reader X Nate Archibald 🩷

casual - cassie howard

cassie howard x fem! reader

a/n: like every other lesbian, i've been listening to a lot of chappell roan and this song seems like a perfect prompt for my first time writing angst 😵 it's not really great so i just made it a one shot and definitely did not proofread lol

warnings: 18+ smut, angst with no happy ending 😬 but i'll go back to happy stuff soon i promise!

y/n's nails dig into the leather of cassie's car, her body sprawled across the passenger seat.

cassie pushes y/n's legs further apart, her head remaining buried between them.

her tongue circles y/n's clit, leaving her lightheaded above her. y/n's nails really start leaving marks behind on the seat, but she can't find it within her to care.

"just like that, cass," y/n mewls, her body instinctively pulling towards cassie.

cassie had quickly discovered that y/n was intoxicating to her, the countless times they had hooked up only adding to her desires.

y/n's orgasm finally hits her, her hands reaching up to the windows to brace herself.

cassie pulls away, wiping her mouth on her shirt with a smirk.

"you're amazing," y/n mutters, still catching her breath.

cassie smiles slightly before preparing to start the car.

"can't you hang out with me for a little?" y/n asks, disappointed seeing cassie prepare to take her home.

"maddy invited me out," cassie justifies, reaching for the door handle.

"why do you always leave?"

the sadness in y/n's voice creates a thick silence in the car. cassie stops moving, staring blankly forward.

"y/n, you know this is just... for fun, right?"

"what the hell are you talking about?"

cassie sighs, running her fingers through her hair. she finally looks at y/n, ditching her avoidance of eye contact.

"we can't, like, date," cassie manages to blurt. "doing this with you is fun, but you know i can't do a relationship right now."

"that certainly isn't what you've been implying."

"y/n... i'm not trying to be an asshole. but i've never implied we were going to date. or that we were anything more than friends."

y/n inhales sharply, trying to keep herself composed. she's hurt, and she feels it in every inch of her body.

"i spent the summer with you, at your family's house. your mom cooked dinner for me and told me stories about you as a child. lexi and i became friends. we've kissed in front of them, cass. what do they think we are? what does maddy think we are? she's seen how inseperable we have been this whole time."

cassie sighs, looking away from y/n again. her expression is somewhat cold as tears start to gently flow down y/n's cheeks.

"i told them it's been... casual. they know we've just been hanging out."

"hanging out?" y/n raises her voice slightly, her outrage becoming more and more apparent.

"cassie, this whole time you have been acting like someone who has genuine feelings. genuine interest. you never told me you wanted any of this to be casual. if you did, i wouldn't be here right now."

"what do you mean you wouldn't-"

"i would have protected myself."

cassie is taken aback by that, shuffling restlessly in her seat. "you don't have to protect yourself from me, y/n."

"no, i do, because i've been falling for you and it all has meant nothing to you."

"y/n, that's not true-"

before cassie can finish her sentence, y/n is gathering her belongings, exasperated.

she pulls the door open, hesitating as if she was waiting for cassie to speak.

when she doesn't, y/n steps out of the car, roughly shutting the door behind her.

his fingers dip into your hair, your mouth dropping open as he slides his cock into your mouth— you groan, eyes rolling back into your head.

"is that good?" he hums, pulling his hips back with a subtle hiss. you're enamored, you can't help it— a long string of spit connected your chin to his balls.

one hand raises up to his head, wiping a loose strand of hair behind his ear— your eyes catch his as he slowly drives his cock further into your throat. your eyes tear up, trying your hardest not to choke— "through your nose baby, big inhale. atta girl."

god, sucking clint's cock is such a wonderful thing.

I'm not just a bitch, I'm a bitch with a backstory

Tom x reader x Zendaya smut

In bed, Zendaya is possessive, always pulling the reader close and wrapping her legs around her possessively. Tom Holland, on the other hand, is gentler, always making sure the reader is comfortable and content, nuzzling against her neck and whispering soft words. "Mine,Tom traces patterns on the reader's stomach while nuzzling against their neck, making them giggle. Zendaya, slightly jealous, moves the reader's hair away from their neck and leaves a delicate bite mark, claiming their territory. "You're ours tonight,"Tom chuckles softly, not bothered by Zendaya's possessiveness. He continues to kiss the reader's collarbone gently, his hands slowly moving down to their hips. Zendaya watches Tom's movements with a smirk, then leans in to kiss the reader deeply, her tongue exploring their mouth passionately.Tom's hands slide down to the reader's bottom, squeezing gently as he kisses their neck. He starts to slide his hand between their legs, parting them to reveal the reader's wetness. Tom groans softly, his fingers slipping inside the reader slowly, finding their sweet spot.Zendaya watches Tom's hands working between the reader's legs with a jealous glint in her eye. She moves closer, pushing Tom's hand aside and replacing it with her own. She curls her fingers inside the reader, scissoring them open wider than Tom dared to.Zendaya's fingers move faster and deeper inside the reader, hitting spots Tom couldn't reach. She hooks her fingers inside the reader, finding the perfect spot that makes the reader whimper and arch their back. She looks up at Tom, daring him to try and top this. "See?"Tom's eyes widen at the sound of the reader's whimpers, and he watches in awe as their body responds to Zendaya's touch. He doesn't back down from the challenge. Instead, he leans down and takes one of the reader's peaks into his mouth, sucking and biting gently.Zendaya and Tom work in tandem, driving the reader wild with pleasure. Tom sucks on their peaks, and bites gently, leaving little hickeys all over their chest. Meanwhile, Zendaya's fingers move faster inside the reader, curling and uncurling to hit their sweet spot repeatedly.The combination of Tom's mouth on their breasts and Zendaya's skilled fingers sends tremors of ecstasy through the reader's body. Their hips buck involuntarily, desperate for more friction. Tom takes advantage, settling between their legs and grinding his hardness against them teasingly.Zendaya pulls her fingers out suddenly, leaving the reader aching for release. She smirks at Tom's confused expression and positions herself near the reader's head. "Maybe I should show you how it's really done," she purrs, pushing the reader's thighs apart further.Zendaya leans down and replaces Tom's mouth with her own, kissing the reader deeply while she begins to rub against them. She grinds her hips slowly, creating a delicious friction that makes the reader moan into her mouth. Tom watches, his eyes darkening with lust as he sees Zendaya taking control.Tom runs his hands up their body possessively, playing with their peaks while Zendaya continues to tease and grind against them. Together, they create an overwhelming sensation - Tom's touch above, and Zendaya's pressure below. The reader's body winds tighter and tighter... "Should we...?"Zendaya looks at Tom, a mischievous glint in her eye. She sits up slightly, allowing Tom to see the idea forming in her mind. She reaches down to grab the reader's legs, pulling them up and spreading them wider. "What if we try...?"Tom follows her gaze and smirks, understanding exactly what she's suggesting. He positions himself between the reader's legs, his hardness pressing against their entrance. "You want to...?" He asks, looking to Zendaya for confirmation. She nods, biting her lip in anticipation. "Together?"Zendaya nods, her eyes never leaving the reader's as she guides Tom's hardness to their entrance. "Together," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. She leans down to kiss the reader again, swallowing their moans as Tom begins to push inside slowly.

A girl can dream…sighhhh

Horny Hotel Hasbin Thoughts/Drabbles: NSFW AHEAD [Minors DNI! 🔞] -> -> ->

This is about Alastor & Angel Dust (separately)

Summary: Things you SAY you don’t like because it makes you feel either: shy, scared, or pissed off, but actually really turns you on and how they would react (explanation at the end)

CW: Degradation, Prey/Predator kink, Humiliation Kink, Being held down, Non-Con ish Elements, Tentacles

[PART 1]

Angel Dust: Because of his line of work he is VERY careful not to push your boundaries, as you also do with him. However, sometimes things happen unintentionally…

You guys are hanging out in the hotel lounge, him draped across the sofa, you on the floor. You both are scrolling away on your phones, showing each other the occasional meme and chatting about Angel’s recent shoot.

At that moment though, you were fully distracted by something on your phone. Your cheeks warm up at the suggestive content, which Angel IMMEDIATELY notices - “What the fuck you watchin’ that’s got you blushin’ like that?” Well NOW you’ve got his attention.

You both end up playfully wrestling for the device but you end up pinned underneath him. When you realize Angel is a lot stronger than he looks, you start to struggle in his hold, hating the feeling of being pinned down. Focused on your phone, he doesn’t realize you’re starting to get upset and continues to hold you down.

Starting to panic, you feel tears prick at your eyes and again try to buck your hips to get him to move. This time, however, the movement brushes your crotch in a confusingly delicious way and a loud moan slips out of you. You don’t mean to, but your hips jump up again to chase the feeling. At that, Angel looks down at you, his previous smile slipping from his face.

“Oh shit! Shit, fuck! I’m so sorry, I forgot-” He lets go of you and starts to get up but pauses, watching you beneath him. “Wait, did you just moan…?” You blink the tears away and swallow, staying silent and turning your head away instead.

“Shit…” he whispers, lowering his hips back down against yours. “You did, didn't you?” He briefly looks up to make sure no one is around and experimentally rolls himself against you again. Involuntarily, you back arches this time and you moan again.

“Fuck, you like that..?” He mumbles, blushing at the way you whimper beneath him. You both look into each other's eyes, wordlessly panting. He gently grabs your hands again and presses them on the floor above your head. His other set of hands grip your hips, pulling you up to meet his.

He leans down, ghosting his lips against yours as he bucks his hips intently. Your eyes flicker back and forth between his lips and his eyes, biting your lip. When he leans down to kiss you, you let out an open mouth moan, legs spreading in an attempt at feeling more of him. The throbbing between your legs intensifies and you whine out his name, “Angel! Wait, you’re gonna make me-!” 

He buries his head in your neck and doubles down his efforts, practically fucking you through your clothes. “Yeah?” He pants out “Come on then..” He lets you wrap your legs around his waist and groans as you tense up under him.

He gently holds you and waits until you calm down before slowly sitting up. He runs his fingers through his hair and lets out an awkward laugh “Well fuck!” You throw an arm around your face embarrassed.

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Alastor: In an overheard conversation, you mention you hate being chased and Alastor saves that information for later. 

During a team bonding exercise, Charlie expresses the want to play ‘capture the flag’ in the hotel. Something about building a healthy comradery…

”The rules are simple! The hotel is separated into two sections and each team’s flags are hidden in those areas. The objective is to get the other team’s flags without being caught, the team with the most flags wins!”

The teams are divided evenly, both you and Alastor on different sides. Everyone goes their separate ways and the game begins.

You find yourself alone, sneaking around in an attempt to find the flags. To your luck you do find one, quickly shoving it in your pocket and making your leave. You realize however, that one of Alastor’s shadows has been watching you the whole time. “Ah, there you are..!” 

You don’t even turn around to acknowledge Alastor’s presence, immediately racing down the hallway. All you need to do is get to your team’s section… Your heart pounds in your chest as you turn the corner. You hear a chuckle behind you, and a sing songy voice,  “Run, run as fast as you can~” 

You see the stairs, your saving grace to get back to your team. A shriek escapes your lips as you’re suddenly dragged backwards by Alastor’s tentacles and forced against the wall. He slowly approaches and takes in your appearance. Eyes wide, lips slightly parted, chest heaving trying to catch your breath…

His grin widens as you struggle in his binds. “My, my, what do we have here..” The static from his radio filter crackling as he speaks. “I thought you had a distaste for being chased?” he questions, teasing you.

You’re both terrified and confused at his question, “W-what are you..?! I-Iam!” You sputter out a response. His eyes narrow as he lets out a hum. 

“Hmm…then what do you suppose this is about?” His tentacles slide between your legs, pressing firmly. Your hips buck at that and you gasp. It’s incredibly embarrassing how you feel yourself making a mess in your underwear right now.

“H-how did you-” You cut off with a moan when the tentacles continually slide themselves between your thighs and press into your core. Alastor’s nostrils flare at that, taking a deep breath to lead in closely, “Darling…I can smell you a mile away. Like a bitch in heat…”

You gasp at his words and your hips start to move along with his tentacles. He stands closely but doesn't reach out to touch you, both hands holding onto his microphone. “That’s it..” he purrs, seeming pleased with you cooperating with him. Your head drops as you feel yourself get closer, panting at the sensation between your legs. Your body feels hot all over, but the cool temperature of his tentacles contrasts it greatly.

In the distance, you hear the sounds of footsteps, both of you turning in the direction it’s coming from. You whimper his name and he turns back to you, whispering, “You’d better hurry, you wouldn’t want to get caught, do you?”

His tentacles start to move faster now, quickly sliding between your legs and all you can do is take it. Your mouth opens to cry out and Alastor quickly reaches up to slide his fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet. Your eyes roll back as your orgasm suddenly comes over you, sloppily sucking on his fingers. 

He hums softly, dragging his fingers across your tongue before pulling out and wiping them on his pants. His tentacles gently set you on the ground and his smile softens. “This little game was fun..Should you want to play again, you know where to find me..” He manifests into the floor and disappears, leaving you to wonder what just happened.

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So recently I read a predator/prey Alastor x reader fic and I was shook because being chased genuinely freaks me out, among other things. BUT because it's Alastor, it's hot. SO I thought of this series that I may or may not be projecting in...

I WILL be writing other characters for this lol

[I do NOT own Hasbin Hotel or it's characters, do NOT repost my content elsewhere please and thank you.]

I love her so much

Jake Webber c reader

“Late-Night Adventures”

You never expected a grocery run at midnight to turn into an impromptu adventure, but Jake Webber had a way of making the mundane feel extraordinary. You had just suggested a snack run—something simple—and, as always, Jake ran with the idea like a kid in a candy store.

“Do you think we need three flavors of ice cream?” he asked, holding up a carton in each hand, his mischievous grin teasing a dangerous sense of fun.

“Need? No. Should we get them? Definitely,” you laughed, pulling your hoodie tighter as the cold air inside the store made your skin prickle.

Jake tossed the cartons into the cart without a second thought. “That’s the spirit!”

Every moment with him felt like living on the edge of something exciting, even if it was just debating between chips or candy at 1 a.m. He thrived in chaos and somehow, you always felt safe right in the center of it.

As you stood in front of the checkout, Jake wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “You know,” he said in a low voice, leaning in slightly, “the night’s still young. We could hit that 24-hour diner after this.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Pancakes at 2 a.m.?”

“Exactly. It’s the breakfast of champions—midnight warriors like us.”

The way he smiled at you made your heart race. You could never resist his reckless charm, and honestly, you didn’t want to. With Jake, every moment was an adventure worth taking, and right now, pancakes at a diner sounded like the best idea in the world.

“Let’s do it,” you said, grinning up at him.

Jake’s eyes lit up. “That’s what I’m talking about!” He grabbed the bags, and together you pushed out into the cool night, knowing that as long as you were with him, you were exactly where you wanted to be.