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School Spirits 1x06||Season 2 Teaser

Bad Idea, right?

afab!reader x Derek Danforth

Summary: You drunkenly bump into Derek at one of his parties.

WC: 2.5k

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, alcohol, drunk sex, oral (m receiving), choking, cheating, porn with (some?) plot, hard dom Derek, afab reader, p in v, P piercing, fingering, degradation, praise

A/N: I know I said I'd write a Sean fic but I just got severe Derek brain rot...

Enjoy!

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You’re not exactly sure what you’re looking for. You just know you need alcohol. Well, you’ve already had… two? Four drinks. But, what’s the harm in a few more?

As you stumble your way to one of the bars, you run headfirst into someone’s back. The stranger turns around, looking down at you. You immediately recognize him. Derek Danforth, billionaire playboy. You had worked for one of his many companies before, and your sorry excuse of a boyfriend was the reason you were even at this party in the first place. Derek and him used to know each other a while back but they haven’t spoken in years. He still dragged you to every single one of Derek’s insane parties, only to abandon you halfway through.

When the parties died down and you got too tired to keep your eyes open, you’d find him trying to sneak around with one of Derek’s hookers.

Derek pulls a vape from his pocket, his eyes fluttering as he wraps his lips around it and inhales. While he speaks, sickly sweet vapor blows into your face. “What’s a girl like you doing here alone?” His head tilts to the side as he takes another puff of the vape. 

“I’m not alone.” You cross your arms, your eyes not leaving his. A smile creeps down onto his face as he makes a big show of looking around you. “I don’t see anyone, sweetheart.” His voice is low and gravely, a telltale sign that he’s a bit tipsy too. The smell of whiskey on his breath mixes with the artificial vapor, making you dizzy. 

You take a step back, looking around for the man you came here with. Your eyes land on him sitting on a velvet couch, women with scandalous dresses surround him and run their hands through his over-gelled hair. Derek follows your line of sight, his eyes squinting as he sees him. “Really? That fuckin’ loser?” He laughs, throwing out more insults. “Are you really here with him?”

You look back over to Derek, your hands finding their way to your hips. “Why is that so shocking, Danforth?” He laughs, scratching the scruff on his chin. “I’ve scammed that bastard hundreds of times. He’s just a dumbass. He’s got no business being here with a beauty like you.” You know you should turn around and bolt through the front door. You also know it’s definitely a bad idea to tease someone a part of a family as powerful as the Danforths, but something entices you. 

Fuck it, it’ll be fine.  “Huh. In that case, I guess I’m not here with anyone then. Are you interested?” You give him a sly smile. “Oh, that’s cute.” He smirks, his calloused hands finding their way to your chin. He tilts your head up, bending down to put his face inches from yours. “Sorry, Honey. You’re drunk.” You shuffle closer to him, your noses just barely touching. His eyes flicker down to your lips, his tongue swiping over his own. “So are you.” 

He laughs, taking his hand away from your face and straightening back up. “Not enough.” He takes one last look over you, his eyes lingering on your breasts. He mutters something incoherent to himself when he turns to walk away. “Hey- Wait.” 

Your hand wraps around his wrist and you pull him back into you. His breath hitches in his throat as you press yourself against his crotch, already feeling his bulge. “You sure?” You slur, the alcohol taking over your senses and filling you with a burning desire you’ve never felt before. There was just something about the way his eyes undressed you, shamelessly focused on each curve of your hips. You want him, and you know he wants you too.

What you don’t know, however, is he’s almost ready to rip your tight little dress off and take you right there in the middle of the room. His frankly perverted thoughts are interrupted as you slowly grind against him, his pants getting tighter by the minute. He groans and doubles over, his hands gripping your waist. His fingers dig into the skin, making you whimper.

He groans with clenched teeth in your ear, “Fuck.. You’re just a slut, aren’t you?” His degradation does nothing but make the fire inside of your core burn brighter. You feel like you’re going to explode if he turns you down again.

“Please…” You whine into his chest as your hips slowly begin moving against his again. You glance around, noticing people begin to stare and whisper. Derek doesn’t even seem bothered as he grips you tighter. He curses again, every amount of hesitation pulled out of him. He grabs your arm roughly, finding the closest bedroom.

He quickly pulls you both in, pushing you against the door with one hand and locking it with the other. He pushes you further against the wall, his thigh riding up into your crotch, spreading your legs further apart. He yanks up your dress to your hips, your panties and legs exposed. 

His lips quickly find yours, his hands sliding down to your wrists. He pins them to the wall behind you, kissing you harder. You shiver as his tongue slides out and drags across your lips. Your lips part, inviting his tongue to slip inside. You whimper against him as you feel his tongue brush yours. 

The rough fabric of his suit pants grinds against the thin cloth of your underwear. You buck your hips against his thigh harder, your panties soaking through and turning the light green fabric of his pants dark. He bounces his leg against your core. You whimper into his mouth as his thigh continues to hit your clit. 

Derek’s lips wander to the skin of your neck, sucking the sensitive skin. You start grinding against his leg harder, feeling your stomach tightening. You moan louder as your back arches against the door. By the noises you’re making and the way your back is arching, Derek can tell you’re close. 

He whispers in your ear, his hot breath tickling your neck. “You wanna cum? Hm? You gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” You nod and groan louder as his leg quickens and his grip on your wrists tightens. Just as you feel yourself slipping away, his thigh leaves your clit. You whine, feeling the euphoria quickly get ripped away. “You’re going to have to earn it, Love.”

His hands leave your wrists and grab your shoulders, pushing you to your knees. The rough carpet scrapes against your knees. You look up at him through your eyelashes, his crotch inches away. Without a second thought, your hands find the cool metal of his belt buckle. You quickly undo it, his pants falling to his ankles.

His tight boxers leave next to nothing to the imagination, the outline of his erection is very visible, begging to be free. You notice something sticking through the fabric. You quickly pull down his boxers, interested to see what it is. His dick springs up, slapping his stomach. He’s pretty girthy and he’s already leaking with pre-cum. The most striking thing, however, is the frenum piercing right below his tip.

You look up, raising your eyebrow. “Really?” He laughs, his hands tangling in your hair, gripping it. “Never seen a dick piercing before, honey?” You shake your head, millions of fantasies filling your brain. All you can think about is how the cool metal will feel sliding in and out of you as he stretches you out. He pulls your head closer to his erection, daring you to do something. “There’s always a first time for everything.”

Your tongue pushes past your lips, dragging it from the base of his cock to the piercing. The cool metal drags across your tongue. Your hand finds his shaft and you slowly drag it up and down his length, keeping eye contact the whole time. He looks down at you, biting his lip and grunting as your pace increases.

He throws his head back as he feels your tongue swirl around his tip, taking it into the warmth of your mouth. You slowly bob your head up and down, only going as far as the piercing. It drags across your mouth, the metallic taste overwhelming you. Derek’s hand drags you forward, your head pushing down further. The tip repeatedly slams against the back of your throat as his hips begin thrusting forward.

You gag, your eyes filling with tears. You scrunch them shut, your hands reaching out and digging into his thighs as he continues his assault on your throat. With every thrust, he tests you by pushing further and further. Spit drips out, dripping down your chin and running down the front of your chest.

The sounds of your gagging and choking fill the room as Derek begins groaning louder. His movements quicken, his grip on the back of your head tightening. Blackened tears from your smeared mascara roll down your cheeks, mixing with the spit and pre-cum.

Derek pulls your head back, pulling completely out of your throat. You begin to gasp, trying to catch your breath. Before you’re able to, he pulls you back forward, slamming into you again. No one has ever done such a thing to you before, and it overwhelms you. At the same time, you can’t deny you love it. The feeling of his fingers tangled in your hair and the feeling of him pounding into your throat fills you with nothing but pure lust and need. You buck your hips against nothing, your ruined orgasm from earlier begging to catch up to you. 

After a few times of Derek pulling out of your mouth and slamming back in, his movements get more sloppy. “God- Fuckk…” He groans loudly, not caring about the partygoers dancing right outside down the hallway. “I’m- I’m gonna…” His deep, gravely moans from earlier dissipate as whimpers leave his mouth. His lewd, almost pathetic noises flip a switch in you. You start bobbing your head faster, trying to match his rhythm. 

His hips stutter, and he slams back into your throat one last time. Hot ropes of cum shoot down your throat, filling your mouth with a salty-sweet taste. He doesn’t pull out until you swallow every last drop. Once he’s finished completely, he yanks you up, pulling you over to the bed. “You’re such a fucking slut…” He says as he gets on top of you, kissing down your collarbone.

He reaches behind you, unzipping your dress. He yanks it off of you, throwing it across the room. He quickly does the same with your panties, throwing them behind him as well. His eyes engulf your naked figure, not leaving a single part unseen. He resumes his earlier actions, this time kissing down to your bare chest. His lips find one of your nipples, taking it into his mouth. You moan as he swirls his tongue around it, pinching the other one between his fingers. He takes it between his teeth, gently pulling on it. You whimper, your arousal getting almost too much to handle. 

To your dismay, he pulls away, removing his hand as well. He glances up at you through his long eyelashes, his big brown eyes shooting through you. You grind your hips up against his, desperate for any friction you can get “You want more? Hm? Use your words, sweetheart.” He pins your hips against the bed, not letting you have any relief. 

“Please.. Please.” You whine. “What? Please what?” You throw your arm over your eyes, your face lighting on fire. You hate how much he’s toying with you, but at the same time, it just makes you want him so much more. “Please, please fuck me.” He smiles, a satisfied laugh leaving his lips. “Good girl…”

He spreads your legs open, his middle finger dragging through your folds. “You’re so wet for me already..” He gasps out, his eyes widening. His finger slowly slides into your pussy. You gasp as he adds another thick finger. Both fingers curl further up, pushing against all the right spots. 

You feel him lining yourself up with your entrance, his dick rubbing against your clit. His fingers leave you, quickly being replaced with his tip. You slap your hand over your mouth as he slowly inches in. You feel his calloused hand roughly yank your wrist down, pinning it to the bed. “I want to hear your pretty moans.” 

Your hips involuntarily arch up as he pushes you further. You do as he says, your moans getting louder. Your head begins feeling fuzzy as you feel a slight burning. You don’t know how much more of him you can take. Finally, after what feels like centuries, his hips meet yours. The feeling of his piercing sliding against your walls is something you’ve never felt before. But you definitely don’t hate it. 

He leans down, his lips capturing yours. He slowly begins thrusting his hips, groaning into your lips. He continues to thrust slowly, making sure you’re comfortable.  “More... Please, Derek.” You plead, getting exhausted from his painstakingly slow pace. He pulls his lips away from yours, looking down at you. A smirk creeps onto his face,  his eyebrows furrowing. “You sure you can take it?” You pull him back down on top of you, only whimpering out his name.

He immediately pulls out, slamming back into you, hitting your G-spot. You scream as he begins to relentlessly pound into you. His teeth find your neck, biting the skin beneath your pulse You dig your fingers onto his bicep, your fingernails leaving divots in his skin. Your back arches off of the bed as he continues to mindlessly ram into you.

He hoists your legs up over his shoulders, his hands gripping your thighs. He mumbles out praises as he watches you squirm under him. You feel yourself climbing closer and closer to the end, your legs already beginning to shake. His hand shoots out, gently squeezing your throat. You start getting dizzy, your vision blurring. 

Skin slapping skin fills the room, loud music still blaring from outside. Sweat rolls down your neck, your fingers digging even deeper into his arm. He starts groaning even louder as his thrusts start to have no rhythm. He tenses up, gripping onto you harder. He slams into your G-spot one last time before cumming into you. The feeling of his warm cum coating your walls throws you over the edge, nothing but bliss spreading through your veins. Your whole body shakes as you come down from your high.

He pulls out of you, laying down next to you. You sigh, his cum dripping out of you and running down your leg. You're sweaty and hot, but you don’t regret a thing. If you could, you’d do that a hundred times over. You look over at him and he gives you a suggestive grin.

“You should let your boyfriend drag you to my parties more often…” 

I need him in my bed with a little bow oiled up and whimpering 🎀

HELPPP it’s so funny to me how she pulls it up then immediately brushes it back down

This scene of Mike and Abby in the FNAF movie makes me feel like a victorian man seeing an inch of ankle

could I maaaaaaybe request a clapton/male!reader fic where clapton and the reader are close friends and the reader has a fat crush on clapton and clapton realises he also likes him back and stuff

Teenage Dream

WC: 1k

Warnings: just fluff

A/N: Thank you so much for your ask! I had a lot of fun writing this <3

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Clapton was attractive. No one could deny it. You definitely couldn’t blame the girls in your grade for being infatuated with him. But, it hurt seeing him give them attention back.

Ever since you met him when you were younger, you knew you felt differently towards him. It just took until your high school years to realize exactly what you felt.

Every time he laughed, you wanted to scream and rip all your hair out. Every time he looked at you with those… Big, painfully beautiful brown puppy eyes you wanted nothing more but to drop on your knees and confess your undying love for him.

But you never could. I mean, you're his best friend. And you weren't really sure if he would even fee that way towards you.

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You’re sitting on the floor of his room, Clapton lying down on his stomach. His missing assignments are spread in piles around you, seemingly never-ending. He groans, throwing his head against the carpet. “Ugh… This is so dumb!” You laugh, your stomach filling with butterflies as you watch the muscles in his arms flex as he erases half of his work.

You quickly shake your head, looking back down at your work. “Hey, you’re the one who didn’t do them in the first place!” He lets out another dramatic groan, scribbling down curse words all over his paper. “Maybe they shouldn’t give me so much work! I’m a very busy man!” You roll your eyes, leaning over to erase the words he scrawled all across the page.

“Busy doing what? Picking up girls?” You chuckle, covering up your jealousy. He glances over to you, an almost guilty look on his face. You both stare at each other for a few moments, before he glances away. “Leave some for the rest of us…” You add quickly, trying to scrub the awkwardness away.

His pencil stops scraping against his paper, and the room falls to dead silence. He doesn’t look at you while he speaks, “Talking about… that.” He pauses, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. You look at him expectantly, waiting for him to speak. “Why… Why have you never had a girlfriend? I mean, you’re an attractive guy.”

Now your entire body is lit on fire. Attractive? He just said you’re attractive. You feel like you could run a marathon. You feel like you’re flying, soaring through the stars. You know your face is bright red, but luckily Clapton is too focused on the concerningly realistic penis he’s doodling on the corner of his math homework.

You shake your head, realizing you should probably give him an answer instead of sitting there like an idiot. “I don’t know… No one’s ever been interested.” He finally looks over at you, his face blank. “I’m sure there’s someone interested. I mean- I don’t know for sure- But... You know!” He stumbles out, his cheeks tinting a rosy pink shade.

You look over at him, smiling at his embarrassment. You’re not sure why he’s acting like this, but you don’t mind. You both sit in complete silence for a few minutes since you’re not too sure how to respond to that.

Out of nowhere, he quickly sits up, pushing himself off of his stomach. He scoots over to face you, looking into your eyes. “Okay… I’m sorry but… Can you be honest with me for a second…? Do you- Shit…” He speaks quickly, rambling and not making much sense. You raise your eyebrow at him, wondering why he’s stumbling over his words like a drunk college girl.

“Do… Oh my god.” He holds his head in his hands, and you can see him slightly trembling. “Spit it out..” You awkwardly laugh, rubbing his arm.

“Do you have feelings for me?”

Your whole world crumbles around you. What do you even say to that? Who told him? You never told a soul. Were you that obvious? He’s never going to talk to you again. Oh god, he hates you.

Millions of thoughts ping-pong back and forth through your head as you try to come up with any words that would help you get out of this situation.

“Fuck, you do.”

He stands up, backing away from you. He begins pacing back and forth, holding his head in his hands. You quickly stand up, unsure of what to do. You know this moment is the end of your friendship.

“Clapton- I’m sorry… Please… Please don’t hate me! I-“

“I do too!” He blurts out with no warning.

You freeze, your body going rigid. You’re absolutely dumbfounded. If your heart wasn’t beating out of your chest, and if you weren’t so sweaty, you would probably think you were living in a dream. You just stare at him, your jaw hanging open.

“What?”

“I like you…And… Recently I realized….You might too?” He stops pacing and starts fidgeting with his hands. He doesn’t look up at you, instead focusing on the hangnail he’s picking at.

You step closer to him, stopping a foot away. “I… I do.” He finally looks up, a relieved look washing over him. He sighs out and physically deflates. You step closer, and you reach out to take his hand in yours.

As you rub your thumb over his knuckles, you can feel him still shaking. “Are you.. okay?” He looks up and smiles, his face still flushed. “Yeah… This is just- Really new to me. I’ve never felt like this before…” You move his hand to cup your face, shuffling even closer.

“It’s okay. We... We can go slow.” You both stand there awkwardly, unsure of how to proceed. You’ve never imagined this would actually ever happen. You always assumed it was just some fantasy you had of your best friend. But it's real. He really has feelings for you.

Clapton finally swallows his nerves, slowly inching closer to you. His eyes flutter shut as he closes the gap between you. You lean into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. He pulls you against him, the smell of his cologne consuming you.

The kiss is delicate and short-lived, but it’s everything you’ve ever imagined. He pulls back, his eyes glossed over and his hand still cupping your face.

Basically reading your mind Clapton clears his throat and speaks up, “That was better than anything I could’ve imagined.”

You giggle, and rest your foreheads against each other. Goofy smiles find their way to both of your faces. You both know it might be difficult, but you don’t care. As long as you both have each other, everything will be perfect.

this cannot be real WHAT is happening

he deep throated feet, detention was a fever dream, he got fucked by his own dick in future man, and i don’t even wanna talk about burn

josh hutcherson be in a normal movie challenge still unfulfilled

The Studio (Apple+) March 26

fr happens to me everyday

future man is such a crazy show.

one second wolf, tiger, and josh are murdering a shit ton of people and the next josh is in a tub full of cum???

I love dropping off the face of the earth and posting every once in a while when a new hyperfixation pops up.

finish watching tv show only to find out it has no fanbase on tumblr, 12 dead 27 injured

Journey in between my legs 🙏