#(HE DRANK LEMONADE......HE HAD LEMONADE........FUCK)

[leclercstars]

perfectly matched.

college!art donaldson x reader

Summary: You and Art swore to never speak of that drunken night again. But you found yourselves together at your college bar, tipsy, and almost unable to resist each other. Warnings: SMUT! 18! alcohol usage, drunk sex, cursing, biting, protected sex

It was one night.

One night, three months ago. Swept up in too many celebratory glasses of champagne. His messy blonde curls looked like a halo with your blurred vision. The traces of liquor on his upper lip seemed to be beckoning you in, begging you to find out if it was vodka or tequila. You left at the same time, he had offered to walk you home. Always a gentleman, always seemed to care about you. You both were stumbling, the drinks hitting the two of you all at once. You ended up outside your house, and then inside your house, up your stairs, in your bedroom. You’d seen his strong hands gripping the racket before but god they looked even better gripping your ass. Clothes thrown all over the room, not able to undress each other fast enough. His chiseled collarbones the perfect culprit for you to leave bite marks along. You woke up the next morning, head pounding, still naked. You felt him next to you, his tight abs pressed against your bare back, curls tickling the side of your neck. Fuck, how could you let that happen. He left in a haste, each of you promising to not discuss the events of the night prior ever again.

And now here you were. A few too many double vodka lemonades deep inside your shitty college bar. The whole team had decided to go out to celebrate the end of a stellar season and unfortunately, Art looked just as good as ever. His backwards Stanford cap and his loose Budweiser t-shirt made him look like some sort of shitty frat guy, which certainly wasn't unappealing to you since that tended to be your type. You tried to play it cool when he walked over to you. “Having fun?” he smirked, sidling up on the barstool next to yours. He leaned back against the bar, looking so perfectly relaxed. How do people end up this sexy?

“Could be having more fun,” you said casually, sipping your drink. Wait. What the fuck. Why did you just say that. You knew you had drank quite a bit but jesus christ isn’t it supposed to be liquid courage not liquid “ruin this friendship?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” said Art, looking genuinely confused. God sometimes his innocence was almost a little annoying, made you want him even more half the time.

“Sorry, geez I should not have said that,” you were slurring, the alcohol and your emotions making it hard to think straight.

He leaned in closer to you. You could smell the tequila on his breath, knowing that was his liquor of choice from the last time this happened. “I think I can make this night a whole lot more fun,” Art growled. 

You had never heard his voice sound like that before. Low and lusting, you knew you were not going to be able to resist. You locked eyes with him, and you could just feel how needy you probably looked. The two of you got up and left without saying goodbye.

Art was gentle. He was caring, a shoulder to cry on. Someone you could turn to if you were having a bad day and needed a hug. That side of him was not so apparent behind your bedroom door. He pinned you against the wall, muscles rippling in your face as he sucked on your neck. Your moans were soft, hands pulling on his curls, earning equally soft groans from him. You were obsessed, this didn’t happen often and you knew you had to take in every moment. Every inch of him that you could feel, taste, touch, it was completely overtaking you. His boxers were sitting low on his hips, exposing his v-line. Your lacy bralette had been tossed aside, leaving your nipples free to be caressed by his rough hands. His mouth roamed from your neck down to your tits, taking one in his mouth as he gazed up at you. Fuck, your head rolled back against the wall. His eyes were shut, tongue flicking so expertly across your nipple. You never wanted this image of him, looking so intoxicated with your body, to leave your mind.

He stood back up, leaving no room between your now naked bodies. Suddenly his features softened, a nervousness painting itself across his face. He scratched the back of his head, a tell-tale sign that something was on his mind. “Do you want to like-” he was basically whispering, cheeks flushed. It was astonishing how all his confidence had suddenly evaporated. “Fuck?” you filled in the blank, leaning closer to his lips, teasing him with the thought. That hadn’t happened last time you were together. He was too drunk, and well,  he just couldn’t quite get it up. “Yeah, fuck yes please.” he groaned. You laid down on your bed as he walked to his wallet, pulling out that little gold wrapper. He climbed up on top of you, using his thumb to gently brush the hair away from your face. He looked ecstatic, the drunken-ness painting a stupid grin across his face and making you just feel insanely horny. He slid the condom on over his already throbbing cock, positioning it just outside your entrance.

He slid just the tip in first, making you wince. You needed to get used to how big he was, learn how to take him. His hips rocked gently as he gave you more each time, slowly starting to fill you up.

“God I needed this,” you moaned breathlessly. “Yeah baby?” he cooed, giving you more of him as he pressed his lips against your tits, leaving marks along your cleavage. “Making sure you don’t forget this in the morning,” he smirked, his confidence returning. “Then fuck me like I won’t forget it,” you clapped back, basically saying you wanted all of him.

“Oh yeah?” He thrusted inside you, making you cry out in ecstasy. No dick had ever felt this good before, and maybe it was because you were drunk, but you could just tell he was hitting it like he fucking meant it. Your hands clawed into his back, legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper inside. He was pounding into you now, the sound of your bodies echoing throughout the room. You watched as he slid in and out. “You like watching huh baby? Like seeing how good you are at taking me?” 

You grabbed his hair in response, pulling his head into your neck and making him groan and fuck you harder. His tip found your g-spot, and the feeling was unlike any other. Watching his muscles ripple with each thrust, so far inside you he was nearly in your stomach. You squirted all around his cock, leaving his abs glistening. He bit his lip and looked at you, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “God that is so hot.” he wasted no time getting back to the rhythm of things.

This sex was truly unlike anything else. Watching the man you saw as a teammate, so vulnerable above you. Completely naked, so far inside you. And you were taking him so well, the sexual chemistry between the two of you just completely undeniable. You made great hitting partners on the court, and that relationship suddenly didn’t feel so different from this one. The way you both knew exactly what the other wanted. The perfect balance of teasing and support. “Fuck, fuck.” Art’s moans were primal, and you could feel how close he was getting, watching his arms tense up. “I’m gonna cum too,” you said breathlessly.

“Look at me,” he grabbed your jaw, making you lock eyes.

It was like an explosion, overtaking every inch of skin on your body. You cried out, feeling his cock throb inside your pussy as you came simultaneously. You fit perfectly together, feeling each other up as you rode out your orgasms. His hand was wrapped around your arm, yours clawed into his back. He collapsed onto your chest, looking up at you in awe.

“You are unbelievable.”

dividers by : @.cafekitsune

[whateverloomis]

"Scream meets X" || Billy Loomis x Stu Macher x GN!AFAB reader 🔪🔞

PART 1

Here's part 4 babiiieees. This is a short one (because of writers block,) but it's nice and angsty. Hope you enjoy! As always, any suggestions or requests my ask box is open <33

Warnings: Character death (2 of them. I'm so sorry,) possessive Billy, reader cries a lot, Tatum has dumb blonde moment (lol,) gore, unedited

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As you were approaching the cabin you were staying at, you crashed into someone. They steadied you and when you looked up it was Billy. Randy and Stu were looking for you along with him; "Where the fuck were you?!," Billy screamed and all you could do was hold onto him and cry.

"C'mon," he said and pulled you inside the cabin, walking into your room and closing the door behind him.

"YN, what the fuck was that?!," he questioned and you sobbed.

Billy closed his eyes and sighed, calming himself down just enough to hug you and comfort you.

"She... She said he'll kill me first," you managed to say and Billy pulled back, a confused expression on his face.

"What? Who said that?," he asked while studying your face.

"The old lady."

Billy shook his head and sat on the edge of the bed. He ran his hand through his hair and sighed before looking up at you. He was angry and confused. He needed answers or else he was going to lose every fiber of patience he had left and kill everyone in that goddamn farm house.

"Why would she say that... YN, why the fuck were you in that house?" He asked and you sighed, sitting on the edge of the window afterwards.

"I don't know, Billy I just... It was weird. I was walking around and I just... got curious? And I didn't even think about it before I was inside the house." You explained and Billy kept looking at you silently, waiting for the rest of the story. He wasn't going to say another word until he knew every detail and you knew as much.

"I was looking around and staring at all the photos along the wall. Then I saw a figure in the reflection of one of the glass frames and when I turned around it was her." You continued and Billy stopped you before you could continue; "Did she tell you her name?," he asked. You shook your head no and he signaled you to continue telling him what happened.

"So... She asked me if I wanted lemonade. It was weird, and for some reason I felt oddly welcomed so I followed her into the kitchen and drank th" - "I'm sorry, you drank the lemonade? What if that shit was poisoned or something, YN? What the fuck were you even thinking?!" Billy interrupted and you shrugged. You didn't have any explanations as to why you felt so calm at the moment.

"It wasn't poisoned! Oh my Gosh, listen. Nothing else happened until I was going to walk out of the house and she grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards her forcefully. I don't even know how a woman her age can be that strong! I freaked out and then she told me I was going to be killed first. That's all that happened I swear!" You finished and Billy closed his eyes, sighing.

"Okay, well... From now you're gonna tell me when and where you're going while we're staying here." Billy said seriously and you gasped in disbelief; "What? You don't trust me?!" You were losing your patience.

"It's not that, okay?! I don't want you to get hurt YN, these people are acting really weird and I'm not gonna let anything happen to you!" he said, possessiveness lacing his voice.

You were going to snap at him but the door opening abruptly interrupted you.

Stu barged in breathless with Tatum right behind him.

"Not now Stu!" Billy said and Tatum stepped in; "Hey! Quit arguing over dumb shit! Randy's missing!" she said and you instantly got worried.

"Wasn't he with you guys a few minutes ago?" Billy asked, annoyed.

"Yeah, then we went inside to look for you guys and before we knew it he was gone," Stu explained and you were visibly scared.

"We have to go look for him-" - "You're not going anywhere alone," Billy interrupted and you sighed. "Nobody said I'm going alone, Loomis!" - "Quit it! We'll split up. Me and Stu, you and Billy. Now, let's go before we end up killing each other," Tatum finished the heated conversation and everyone stepped out of the cabin to begin searching for Randy.

•

You searched nearly everywhere and there was no sign of Randy. Everywhere except for the barn.

Being honest, you didn't want to search in the barn. The place where you shot your big scene with Billy. Where you had your moment to shine with only your lover. It would crush you if one of your close friends were killed in that place...

"OH GOD, NO!" you shouted.

Billy ran towards you from the entrance, knife in hand ready to kill whoever crossed his path, except there wasn't anyone threatening, no... There was a dead Randy. A pitch fork right through his skull perfectly aligned with his eyes. His mouth was hanging open, a lingering quiet scream emitting from his limp body.

You were crushed. You didn't want to face the reality of it, but it was right there in front of you. Randy, dead in cold blood.

"Fuck..." Billy whispered and held you with your head against his chest, blocking your sight.

You ran out of the barn as quickly as possible to join Stu outside. Tatum was starting to walk in the woods with a flashlight but got startled at your loud sobbing. She ran over to you quickly and immediately knew what you'd seen.

"He's gone?," Tatum asked and hugged you tightly. Billy pulled Stu aside, just enough to not be heard by you and Tatum, but close enough to keep an eye on the both of you.

"We need to get rid of these fuckers. Run away like we planned and not look back." Billy told Stu, and his friend instantly agreed. He even seemed excited.

Billy and Stu couldn't go much longer without letting that darkness take over them and form a blood bath. This situation was a perfect excuse to do so and they sure as hell weren't going to miss the opportunity.

"Fuck yeah we do! You want me to get the masks?" Stu asked, ready to run back to the cabin but Billy stopped him; "Not yet dipshit, we can't expose ourselves like that." he said while pointing at you and Tatum. Stu opened his mouth forming an O in acknowledgement.

Before they could continue their discussion, Tatum shouted that she was going to continue her original plan of searching at the lake once again. You decided to go with her but before you left Billy grabbed your middle and whispered in your ear; "Stay where I can see you." You nodded in understanding and left with Tatum, flashlights in hand.

Once you were far enough, Billy sent Stu to look for their ghost masks. He kept watch of you as you walked in the woods.

•

You and Tatum walked in the woods far enough to see the lake but you stopped mid way; "Tate... What are we looking for, exactly? We already found Randy." - "Revenge." She said simply.

You were confused at her words. You didn't take Tatum as one to get physical when it came to confrontation, but then again maybe you were wrong.

"Revenge how? You wanna kill these people or something?" - "What?! No! Just give that old hag a piece of my mind! She's crazy! Maybe scare her a little before we call the cops..." She said.

You bit your lip in thought, slowing down as you realized it's not a good idea; "Tatum I don't think- Tate?"

She was gone.

You sighed in disbelief. This is how people get lost and found dead in horror movies.

As you were beginning to call her, you heard a loud gun shot. Crouching down to avoid getting spotted you saw the old couple walking along the pier with your friends dead body. Tears started to stream down your face as you saw them dump her body in the lake.

You were frozen for what seemed like minutes before you started to run back towards the cabin. Suddenly you crashed into someone and started to kick and punch at them before you realized it was Billy.

"Hey hey hey! YN! It's me!" He said, startled.

"They killed Tatum they kill-" - "They killed my Tatum?!" Stu came running from the cabin. You saw him holding something in his hand but couldn't make out what it was until he was right in front of you.

The ghostface masks.

Your eyes widened as you saw it. Billy took one from Stu's hand and placed it on yours. He had the softest most reassuring look you'd ever seen.

"How about we teach them a lesson?" He said, a smile slowly growing on his face.

You were angry, troubled, confused and upset at the loss of your best friends. At the thought of you possibly being next. About Billy and Stu being next. Adrenaline was coursing through your veins and it took over any rational thoughts and efore you knew it, the mask was in your hands.

You agreed.

Agreed to murder not one, but two people.

[xxmayxx05]

Just the Three of us

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader x Steve Harrington

Contents: Smut 18+, oral (giving/receiving), unprotected sex (Please be safe irl), manhandling, praise kink, pet names, multiple orgasms

a/n: Hi everyone! I hope you guys like this second part of the mini series. If you guys have any recommendations of what you want to see on the third part please comment. Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated, I hope you like it. - May<3

word count: 2,8k

After two hours of hard studying everyone decided that a break was truly needed. Eddie and Steve couldn’t keep their eyes out of your beautiful curves. Robin rolled her eyes when she saw Steve putting a hand on top of your thigh, when you both were talking. Eddies gaze hardened and tried to chime into the conversation and put his hand on your other thigh. 

“I have a question for you y/n” Robin said with a little smirk, she was going to get the boys very riled up. 

“What’s up Robin?” you asked as you looked up at her. Noticing her small smirk, you knew that you had something on her mind. 

“Let’s say that hypothetically, what would happen if two boys that you like and hypothetically they like you back. Per se, what would happen?” she asked while leaning back on her arms and waited for your reply. Eddie and Steve have now sat themselves straight and waited with a lot of anticipation to your reply. 

“That is a very odd question to ask Robin” you said and kept eye contact with her. A burning sensation over came you body when you felt Steve’s and Eddie’s gazes burning through you. “I’m very open minded, if I like both and they like me as well. A trio doesn’t sound bad at all” you said and got up. “Help me serve some lemonade Robin” you said and walked to the kitchen. Hoping that the boys got the hint. 

—-

“Fuck, Harrington” Eddie whispered shouted. He couldn’t believe that you were the kind to be okay with a trio. He was surprised but then again he thought that it would be perfect. Eddie knew that Steve liked you as well but never even thought that there could be a possibility of you three becoming a trio. 

“I know Munson” Steve said quietly and looked at him. “I didn’t think she had it in her” he said surprised, deep inside he felt excited. The though of having you in bed, your body all exposed for him and Eddie. Your back arching and the sound of your sweet moans filling the room while they both made love to you; made him go crazy. 

“I would be okay with it” Eddie said quietly and looked at him. “You like her and so do I. I don’t want to keep competing over her” he said and extended his hand toward Steve. Eddie knew that  he was crazy for accepting to be in  trio but he liked you a lot, ever since he saw you for the first time. 

“Let’s keep this civil Munson” Steve agreed and shook Eddie’s hand. 

Right on time you walked in and handed one glass of lemonade to Steve. 

“Here you go” you said and sat between them again. 

“Here you go dufus” Robin said and handed one glass of lemonade to Eddie. She looked up at the clock in the living room and faked surprised. “Shit, I have to go” she said hurriedly and packed up her backpack. Leaning down quickly she hugged you and said her goodbyes to the guys. 

“Oh yeah, she had to go meet up with Max at the arcade” she said and took a sip of your lemonade and looked at both boys. Hoping that one of them would make a move just like Robin had told you in the kitchen. She plotted a small excuse so that she could go and you three could have some privacy to yourselves. 

Steve and Eddie looked at each other and leaned back against the sofa. The three of you drank your perspective lemonades and sat in silence. There was a lot of sexual tension in the living room and they didn’t know how to break it. 

“So, you are okay with being shared?” Steve asked confidently and turned to look at you. He knew that Eddie was too shy to make a move. 

“Mhm, you only live once” you said and put your glass down between you thighs. “Two is better than one, I guess” saying softly and bit your bottom lip when you felt Eddie put a hand on your left thigh. 

“It’s good to know that you think that way, we both really like you alot” Eddie said quietly and massaged your thigh softly. 

You turned your head to the left and looked at him. He was blushing softly and leaned in to peck you lips. Finally you thought. 

“He is right, love. We wouldn’t mind sharing you at all” Steve said and leaned down. He left small kisses on your exposed neck and smiled softly when you let out small moans. 

“I would love to be with the both of you” you said and leaned your head back in pleasure. Eddie had grabbed the glass between your thighs and put it aside. He leaned down and left kisses on the right side of your neck. Giving a small wink at Steve, both of them left kisses on your neck and massaged your inner thighs. 

“Can we go to my room please?” you asked quietly and caressed both of their cheeks. Leaning in to the right you pecked Steves lips and then to the left pecking Eddies. Both boys nodded their heads and got up. Carefully they helped you get up and you grabbed their hands. Leading them upstairs to your room.

“Sit down” you told them as you closed your door and locked it. Both listened to you and sat next to each other in bed. Walking up to them, you decided to stand between Eddie’s legs. Leaning down you kissed him passionately, a needy moan escaped his mouth. Steve bit his bottom lip at the sight of you both making out. His member was growning within each second and he felt his jeans becoming too tight for his growing member. You heard Steve hissing softly and you leaned back. 

“Are you okay Steve?” you asked innocently and caressed his cheek. Looking down, you saw the outline of his member through his jeans. You stepped back from Eddie and went between Steves legs. Getting down on your knees, you looked up at him and Eddie. “Remove your clothes” you ordered them both. 

They quickly and quietly obeyed your commands. You watched them both remove their clothes and watched in awe at the sight. Steve cock was long and hard the tip was leaking with precum. Eddie’s cock was thick and long. Immediately you became even more wet then you already were. Letting out a small whimper, you brought your right hand to your mouth and spit on it. Bringing it to Eddie’s member, you wrapped your hand around it and motioned it up and down. 

Eddie’s deep breathes escaped his mouth, he felt on cloud nine when he felt your hand wrapped around his needy cock. He moaned when he saw you leaned down and licked Steve’s tip. 

“Fuck baby” Steve moaned softly when he felt your wet tongue lick a small strip from the bottom of his cock all the way to the top of his tip. His fantasy was finally going to come true, he was going to have sex with the girl of his dreams and a threesome. “Oh fuck!” he cried out in pleasure when you wrapped your plump lips around his hard cock and began moving your head up and down. Your mouth felt heavenly around his cock. 

You moaned at the praise and the way Steve reacted to your mouth around your cock. Feeling a lot of pride that you had both boys on the palm of your hand, you looked at Eddie while you kept giving Steve head. Tightening your grip softly on his cock, he moaned at the feeling and looked down at you. He brought a hand to your cheek and softly smacked you. 

“Such a needy slut” he praised your and smacked you again.  Eddie didn’t know what took over him but he needed you to become vulnerable for them both. “Look at you being a needy slut, letting me and Steve use your pretty body from now on” he said and looked at Steve. “We own this slut, Harrington” he said with a smirk. 

“Fuck yes we do” Steve said and gripped your hair. Pulling your it up, you removed your mouth from his cock and gasped to catch up with your breathing. 

“Remove your clothes and lay in bed baby” Steve ordered and helped you get up. Him and Eddie were mesmerized by your body, little by little as your removed the only two pieces of clothing you wore. Surprised that you didn’t wear a bra or panties, both boys were falling more in love with you by the second and they couldn’t wait until they finally had a taste of you. 

You took a small breath and laid down, waiting for one of the two boys to make a move. Steve was the first one to remove his pants and got on top of you. Leaning down he looked down at your plump red lips and caressed your cheek. 

“Are you sure, you want this?” he asked softly and looked deeply into your eyes. Hoping that you wouldn’t regret what was to come later on. 

“I really do Steve” you whispered and removed his shirt. Smiling softly when he brought his arms up, helping you to remove his shirt. You looked at Eddie and chuckled softly when he just stood there with a cheesy small smile. “Join us, Ed” you said and leaned your head to the side when Steve started leaving kisses on your neck. Moaning softly when you felt him suck softly against your soft skin, he was marking you and you loved that. 

“Patience baby” Eddie said and removed the remaining of his clothes. He got on the bed and softly wrapped his hand around the base of his cock. “Open that pretty mouth of yours baby” he said and tapped the tip of his cock on top of your plump lips. Eddie groaned softly when he finally felt your warm and wet mouth around his cock, something that he has dreamt about ever since he met you. 

Steve left kisses all the way down from your neck, into between your inner thighs. He smirked softly when he saw how wet your pussy looked from his angle. Leaning in he gave a soft lick between your wet pussy lips and moaned at your sweet taste. You tasted like heaven, just like he thought you did. He knew that he was going to be addicted to your sweet taste and he couldn’t wait for more. Wrapping his arms around your thick thighs, he spread them about and began eating you out as if he didn’t eat for days. 

You were a moaning mess, around Eddie’s cock. Steve was eating your pussy out in such a delicious way, the sounds of him licking your wet pussy, your sweet moans, and Eddie’s praises filled the entire room. Eddie softly held your hair into a pony tail while he thrusted his cock in and out of your warm mouth, the way he praised you made you fall in love with him even more. Making eye contact with him, you started meeting his small thrusts inside your mouth. Gagging around his cock made him moan loudly and fill your mouth with his cum. 

“Oh Fuck” he panted and he brought a hand to your cheek. “Swallow my cum baby” he cooed softly when he saw how fucked you looked. 

You swallowed and leaned upward to kiss him passionately. Feeling a lot of pride that you had that type of control over Eddie. 

Steve had gotten on his knees and spit on his hand. He loved the sight of you and Eddie making out infront of him, but felt a little jealous at the tiny lack of attention that he was not receiving. Wrapping his hand around his cock, he brought it up and down. 

“It’s my turn baby” Steve said and aligned the tip of his cock against your wet pussy. Smiling softly when you turned to him with a drunken gaze and nodded your head. 

“Please, I need you” you said in a pleading matter. Gasping softly when you felt him insert his tip inside of you. He was stretching you out up to oblivion, and couldn’t control your moans. His hips started gaining control as he slid in and out of you, his fingers dug deep into your hips and thrusted deeper. 

Eddie brought a hand down to your clit and began to rub it fast. Your loud moans became music to his ears, he loved how you were so desperate for him and Steve. Loving the sight of your head thrown back in pleasure, back arched and your breasts bouncing with each of Steves thrust. He knew that this was going to be one of many more nights like this. Leaning down he began leaving kisses on your exposed neck and marking it just like Henderson did. 

“Liking my cock baby?” Steve teased and smacked you softly. You looked like a fucked mess and he loved the sight of that. Loving the thought that you were cock drunk, with his cock.

You whimpered when you felt him smack you. Couldn’t put words together, you just moaned and nodded your head. 

“Use your words, princess” Eddie said and wrapped his hand around your neck. “Behave for him” he said and gripped his hand more around your neck.

“Y-Yes daddy” you gasped for air and let out a scream of pleasure when Steves thrust became harder and faster. With no warning, he cummed and filled you up with his warm seed. 

“F-fuck!” Steve moaned and slowed down his thrusts. The way you called him Daddy was unexpected and made him cum right then and there. Steve loved the way Daddy rolled out of your pretty mouth in such a innocent but dirty way. 

“Eddie, I need you” you said quietly and pecked his lips. 

“My baby didn’t cum?” he asked teasingly and got on top of you once Steve slid out. Eddie didn’t care about the mess that Harrington made inside of you and slammed his cock without any warning. Your moans got louder with each thrust that he made inside of you. 

“D-daddy” you gasped and wrapped your arms around his back. Your nails digging on his back, leaving small crescent moons but you couldn’t help it. Eddie was fucking you so well, him and Steve knew how to fuck very well. 

“Mm cum for me baby, cum around my cock” Eddie praised you as he grabbed one of your legs and put them around his shoulder. Sliding even deeper inside of you. 

“Fuck baby fuck!, you are only ours” 

“Y-yes daddy!” you say moaning loudly. Looking to your side, you look at Steve. Feeling that you needed his approval to cum as well. Once he gave you a small nod, you gave into the pleasure and cummed all over Eddies cock. 

Eyes rolled back and your back arched in pleasure. Tears rolled down your cheeks at the intense orgasm that took over your body, it was all too much for you after a long time of being celibate. 

Eddie kept fucking you into oblivion until he moaned loudly and cummed inside of you. His cum mixing with Steves and your wet juices. 

“Fuck” he panted harshly and carefully brought down your leg from his shoulder. Sliding out carefully and laid down next to you. His orgasm hit him the hardest. 

Steve let you both calm down and went to you bathroom. He grabbed a cloth and brought it to the sink. Wetting it a little, he came back into the room and up to you. Steve carefully cleaned up the huge mess that was between your legs and left kisses around your chest. 

“You did so well for us baby” he praised you softly as he looked at your fucked up state. 

All you could do was nod your head carefully and let him clean you up. 

Eddie got up to clean himself up and looked outside the window. He was surprised that it was night time. After finishing cleaning himself up, he turned off the bathroom light and walked inside your room. Smiling at you fast asleep, cuddling with Steve who was also fallen asleep. Eddie grabbed the blanket from the end of your bed and extended it over both of the bare bodies. Turning off the late of your room, he walked to the other side of your bed and got under your blanket. 

“Goodnight baby” he whispered and wrapped his arm around your bare waist. Letting sleep take over his tired body. Dreaming of what was going to happen next.

[abbyromanoff]

Maybe you could to a part 2 about Emily x JJ!daughters and the story line could be like JJ visits her and sees the marks but she thinks her daughter has a secret boyfriend or something but then later she catches Emily and her daughter making out and she gets madly angry at both but mostly Emily. And then as her kids are her biggest weakness she accuses Emily of grooming her daughter but before they can clarify she takes her daughter and leaves and she is like you are not allowed to see her anymore but her daughter is like I am an adult 😄 and jj is like I don’t care. Happy ending can be up to youuuu. Sorry if that’s too dark tho

I KNOW WHAT I WANT, AND IT’S YOU

PAIRINGS: Emily Prentiss x reader

WORD COUNT: 1,750

WARNINGS: angst, fluff, mentions of fwb’s, mentions of grooming!!, JJ being a bitch, honestly this is kinda giving me wattpad vibes and I hate this sm I wish I wrote this better lol, that’s abt ittttt :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

A few months had gone by since you began an intimate relationship with Emily, your mother still did not know who but she held suspicions that both of you were seeing someone. Anytime she’d mention the mysterious woman you were spending so much time with you grew nervous, but you hoped she’d never find out who it really was.

Currently, you were sitting across from your lover as you shared a laugh, your eyes wandering around the restaurant as you fancied the scenery. Emily had a glass of wine while you drank a sweet lemonade, you were still at that age where you didn’t enjoy the alcoholic beverage as much as someone like Emily. She had given you small sips, but nothing too extreme.

“Your melted lava cake topped with chocolate icing, ladies,” The waiter announced, placing the dish in the middle of your table as your mouth watered at the sight.

“Is there anything else I can get for you two?” You shared a glance with Emily before she shook her head.

“That will be all, thank you.” He nodded politely and left to attend to another table while you both grabbed the spoons and cut into it. The dessert was hot, steaming in fact, but it looked so delicious that neither of you could wait.

“I told you this place is amazing, my love.” Your partner spoke, and you rolled your eyes teasingly as you moaned at the taste. You licked your lips of the remnant chocolate icing, and she watched intently, reaching across the table to interlace her fingers with yours.

“I was actually hoping to ask you something,” You focused your attention on her as you noticed her nerves heightening, your brows furrowing as you grew concerned and confused.

“Is everything alright?”

“Yes, everything is perfect. Well, almost perfect. Uh, so we’ve been, you know, in a sort of relationship for a little while, and I love it, I really do. But, and feel free to say no, I was wondering, uhm, if you’d like to go further with this thing between us.” Your smile grew as she continued and as her eyes averted. Her foot tapped continuously under the table and you squeezed her hand in reassurance.

“Em, are you asking me to be your girlfriend?” She licked her lips before nodding with a smile, lifting her view to see you grinning back at her. She felt the nerves slowly easing away as tears glossed over your eyes.

“I would love nothing more than to call you mine.” In her moment of joy, she leaned over the table to press a kiss to your lips. It was quick, seeing as you were in a public area, but it still held just as much meaning.

“I know it’s early but, I think I-“ She was cut off by a piercing voice you knew all too well.

“Y/N? Emily?” You both turned to face the voice, your eyes widening as you spotted the blonde staring back at you with an unreadable expression.

“Mom, I- I can explain,”

“You wanna tell me what the fuck you think you’re doing with my daughter, Emily Prentiss?” She stood instantly, and while her body overpowered JJ she still remained furious. Your dad stood next to her and you quickly glanced at their outfits, noticing their fancier attire and cursing to yourself as you realized what was going on.

“JJ, listen-“

“No, I’m not going to listen! You’ve been fucking my daughter!” Her voice grew and all eyes were now on the four of you. You dismissed them with an apologetic grin, forcing the others out while slapping the total bill on the table. You followed back out and saw Emily and JJ in a yelling fit accompanied by your dad who tried pulling JJ to the side.

“Mom, stop it!” The two paused before she scoffed and folded her arms across her chest as her anger was now directing towards you.

“What is wrong with the two of you? Emily, you are fifty-three years old, and Y/N, you just got out of college! You’re twenty-two!” You failed to find the words to help calm the situation, and she continued in a fit of rage.

“This is not happening, I will not allow it. Y/N, you’re coming with me; and Emily, if I ever see you near my daughter again, I’ll kill you myself.” Your mother gripped your arm tightly and you looked at your dad in hopes of his agreeance, but he only sighed and looked away. She practically dragged you across the parking lot, making it impossible not to trip with your high heels dragging you down.

“Please, Mom! You can’t do this, I’m an adult!”

“I still know what’s best for you,”

“JJ, you don’t understand-“

“Oh, I know well enough-“

“I’m not just fucking your daughter, okay? I’m so madly in love with her and I can’t stop thinking about her and I just need her! Please, she’s all I want, and I know I’m all she wants. She may be young but she’s still an adult with her own mind and choices, she deserves to love without her mother banning it just because it doesn’t seem right.” JJ stopped for a moment, letting go of you as she walked forward. She stood in front of Emily once again, glaring through ragged breaths.

“You’ve known her since she was a baby, who knows how long you’ve been grooming her.” Emily bit her tongue, and you could see her body going tense. Her fists clenched at her sides, her nostrils bringing a long breath in before she finally spoke.

“Two months, JJ. Two months have we been sleeping together, and only two years have I been in love with her. You think I would be that sick in the fucking mind? I never once saw her in any romantic or sexual aspect until she was twenty years old and visited from college for the first time. She looked so beautiful, it was like she was a new person and I questioned myself if that was even her because I could not fathom the idea of having feelings for my best friend's daughter but I’ve finally accepted it. I know it’s early, I know you don’t like it, but I want to spend the rest of my life with her even if it’s forbidden or frowned upon because I don’t care, I love her too much to care and if you loved her enough maybe you would too.” You smiled largely, stalking forward quickly as you wrapped your arms around the older woman. You felt her hands place themselves on your lower back as she grinned into your neck.

“I love you too, Em, I always will.”

“JJ, look…they’re happy together. I don’t like this either but we always wanted the best for our girl and if that means it’s with Emily then so be it.” Your father spoke up, causing your mother to bite her lip with a sigh.

“You can’t be serious - she’s twenty two! She can’t make this type of decision yet, she’s barely even an adult!” You were fed up with her at this point and turned to leave, Emily following behind instantly as she opened the passenger side door for you. Your parents were engrossed in their own argument and barely realized you had left until Emily started the car. She tried pulling out of the parking lot as fast as possible with her coworker hot on her tail running to step in front of you two.

It took longer than she wanted but when she finally moved out of the way, Emily quickly left while you sat beside her with tears streaming slowly down your cheeks.

“It’s okay, baby, I promise.” You felt your phone buzz and noticed a text from JJ that read, ‘can’t believe you would choose a girlfriend over your own mother, I’m beyond disappointed.’ It only caused the tears to stream in a hurry, and your breath became uneven as you realized you were either to lose your mother or lover. It wasn’t fair, and as much as you loved your mom, you knew if she truly loved you she wouldn’t force you to choose between her and Emily.

“I’m here, it’s okay.” She rubbed your thigh feeling your tension continue to rise, nothing she did could calm you down. Usually she was the one to do so, now the idea of her was causing you stress.

“Look, if you think we’d be better off without seeing one another that is up to you. I would completely understand. Of course, I’d be upset, I mean, I’ve spent nights imagining you walking down the aisle to me and I know that’s soon, I know. But I want you to know if that’s what you need, I am more than okay with letting that go; I only want the best for you, my love.” You were now parked outside of her home that you spent many nights in. She was nervous too, you could see it. You turned to her, your face saddened and tired - the sight hurting her chest and making her heart ache.

“I want you more than anything, Emily. But it feels like I can’t have you. Everyone looks at us like you’re my..I don’t know, mother, or something; and when they find out we’re more than that they judge us instantly. And then my mom and dad, I just can’t imagine them not being in my life, you know? I promise you I want you, and I need you, but I’m just scared.” She nodded thoughtfully, taking in every word you said and letting it process through her.

“I know it’s scary, but I want to be by your side through all of this. If you don’t want that, that’s okay; but if you do, and take your time thinking about this, but I want to do it with you and I want to be by your side. I’ll be with you every step of the way if you let me.”

“I think I want that. And I think with some more time we can make this work, and hopefully someday my mom will come around.”

“Well, she should. But, if she doesn’t, then there will be no one I need the blessing from when I marry you, so it’ll make it only ten times easier and faster to put a ring on it.”

[ihavemanyhusbands]

Sneaky Link (18+ ONLY)

DBF!Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

WC: 3.5k words

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY), DBF!Hotch, Age gap (still placing reader at mid-twenties), oral (m and f receiving), face sitting, dirty talk, cursing, unprotected sex (WRAP IT IRL!!), creampie, exhibitionism-ish? (it's poolside), anddddd lmk if anything else I missed!

A/N: IM LITERALLY SPEECHLESS RN PLDFNGBJKFNGB PLS ENJOY !!!!!!!!!

The summer was off to a great start.

Your parents decided to go sailing in Greece for three weeks, so you had been tasked with house-sitting. 

Well, to call it a house was inaccurate, really. It was more like a mansion. They had much more space than they needed, but your parents loved flaunting their wealth.

For your part, you didn’t care much about extravagance, even if you acknowledged your privilege. You’d rather accept their money for things like education, for instance.

 Still, it was nice to have a pool and a large garden for yourself. You were in desperate need of some unwinding, and you knew some sunshine and fresh air would do wonders for you.

You’d just moved out of your apartment, deciding to come back home for some time to hunker down and focus on sending out applications for a postgraduate degree. 

But that didn’t mean you wouldn’t procrastinate a little first. You had all summer, after all.

It was a nice, sunny day, perfect for lounging by the pool. Your parents had just left the previous night, so you filled in the silence with music blasting from your speakers. You brought a book and your laptop down to the pool area, and you were on your way back in for some lemonade when the doorbell rang. 

You hesitated for a moment, considering running up to your room to get a t-shirt. You were only wearing a turquoise bikini and a measly beach cover tied around your waist, and you weren’t sure if that was appropriate enough to greet someone at the door.

But then you figured fuck it, it was hot outside and this was technically your house, so you could do whatever the hell you pleased.

You opened the door to reveal someone you only knew from pictures and anecdotes — your dad’s best friend and next-door neighbor, the famous Aaron Hotchner.

Based on the pictures you’d seen, you already knew he was very handsome… but good lord, nothing could compare to the real thing. You couldn’t help blushing, suddenly feeling very exposed, but you tried to maintain your composure.

His dark eyes were drawn downwards before quickly returning to your face, a friendly smile on his lips.

“Hi, you must be Y/N,” he greeted, extending his large hand toward you. “I’m Aaron. Your father has told me so much about you. He’s having me keep an eye on you while they’re gone, make sure you’re good.”

“Oh, man, I hope he didn’t tell you any embarrassing stories.” You rolled your eyes playfully, returning the smile and shaking his hand. “I’ve heard a lot about you, too. It’s nice to meet you in person, finally.”

“Nice to meet you, too. You know, they’re both very proud of you, I can’t blame them for talking my ear off,” he said. “Sorry to show up unannounced, just thought I’d introduce myself.”

“Oh, no worries at all. I was just going to tan for a bit,” you said, gesturing to your swimsuit. “Do you want some lemonade or anything?”

“Sure, thank you, sweetheart.”

Your blush deepened a little at this. You stepped aside to let him in, his arm just barely brushing yours as he passed. In the kitchen, you poured him a glass and handed it to him. Covertly, you watched his throat work as he drank it all down, licking his lips when he finished.

You took a sip of your own, averting your gaze demurely. You weren’t usually very shy, but you were unsure of what to say to him. He was very close to your family, but to you, he was still virtually a stranger. A really, really attractive stranger.

And you just happened to be home alone with him.

He crossed his strong arms over his broad chest, his gaze wandering despite his best attempts at being respectful. He exhaled slowly.

“I have to say, your dad showed me an older picture of you. I almost didn’t recognize you when you opened the door.”

You shook your head in amusement. “I know he keeps one or two in his wallet. I’m surprised my mom never brought out the photo albums.”

He smirked. “I think she was waiting for you to be home for that. She probably wants you to get all flustered.”

You already were a bit flustered then, but you weren’t going to admit it to him. You fanned yourself a little with your hand, the expansive room suddenly feeling warmer.

“You’re welcome to join me at the pool, by the way. If you don’t have anything else going on, that is,” you offered. “Though you might need a swimsuit.”

“Oh, I don’t mean to intrude…”

“Not at all! Maybe that way we can get to know each other better.”

The truth was you were curious to see what was underneath that white polo and jeans, which hugged his lean muscles oh-so-deliciously. His thick eyebrows raised just slightly, and there was a certain glimmer in his eyes you wanted to decipher. Your eyes scanned his features, lingering on his lips for a long moment before moving on downwards.

You had the strangest urge to get your lips on that sharp jaw of his, just to hear what sound he would make. He had a pleasantly deep voice already, so you could only imagine…

You swallowed hard, trying to bat those thoughts out of your head. You needed to get a grip. Nothing could happen between the two of you, of course. That was impossible. Your parents would literally kill both of you.

But there was no harm in looking, right?

After a charged moment of silence, he shifted in his seat a little, but then nodded and got up.

“I’ll go get changed and come right back.”

“I’ll leave the door open.”

You brought an extra towel outside for him and settled onto one of the lounge chairs. Undoing your beach wrap, you began applying sunscreen to your legs. Then you moved onto your arms, humming along to your music.

“Here, let me get some on your back,” you heard Aaron’s deep voice behind you.

You looked back at him, eyes snagging on his bare chest and the smattering of dark hair across it. You couldn’t help it, your eyes betrayed you by sinking further down, right to the happy trail that ended at the hem of his swim trunks. 

You nodded quickly, handing him the bottle and moving your hair out of the way. Boldly, he sat behind you, rubbing sunscreen between his hands. Your body jerked slightly as he started tenderly spreading it on your back, and your eyes fell closed at his mere touch.

“So, do you have a boyfriend?” He asked casually.

You shook your head in response.

“How come?”

“I’m not really interested in guys my age,” you said with a small shrug. “They play too many games, and I’m not with that.”

“But you must have an army of admirers, surely.”

You huffed in amusement. “Not really. Boys ignore me because they know they can’t have me.”

He chuckled, his fingers grazing the top of your shoulders. “That’s surprising to me. You’re such a beautiful girl, I don’t see how anyone could ignore you.”

Butterflies burst in your stomach at his words. “Better to be alone than in bad company, right?”

“Yeah. You don’t need some silly boy, anyway. You need a gentleman.”

You glanced at him over your shoulder. “Well, let me know if you know any.”

All too soon, he was done with your back, but you offered to do the same to him. Okay, maybe you were a little too eager to get your hands on him, but this was innocent enough. You didn’t want him to get sunburned, either. 

“What about you?” You asked, trying not to sound too curious. “Where’s Mrs. Hotchner?”

He chuckled as if he’d been expecting this question.

“There’s no Mrs. Hotchner. At least for the time being.”

“Ah, I see. So you don’t need to be running home any time soon.”

“Not at all, sweetheart,” he smiled. “You’ve booked me for the entire day. Who knows what you’d get up to if I didn’t keep my eye on you.”

In a small moment of bravery, you smirked. “No good, of course.”

“Just as I thought. We can’t have that, now can we?”

You shrugged flirtatiously and batted your lashes prettily, not promising you were going to behave even if he was there.

Both of you lay in your respective lounge chairs, parallel to each other as you soaked up the sun. For a couple of minutes, neither of you said anything, but you surreptitiously snuck glances at one another.

Behind the cover of his sunglasses, his eyes trailed the thin rivulets of sweat trickling down your sternum. His fingers flexed as he suppressed the need to reach out. You glanced down at the movement of his hips as he readjusted his position, clearing his throat. You weren’t sure what sort of game you two were playing, but it was entirely too riveting. 

You sat up, hesitantly reaching for the straps holding up your bikini top.  

“Do you mind if I undo these? I’m not gonna take it off, but I have this cute strapless dress I want to wear, and I don’t want the tan lines.”

“Uh, um, sure, no problem,” he said, a little taken aback. “Let’s just keep that between us, okay?”

“My lips are sealed, Mr. Hotchner,” you said, keeping eye contact as you undid the straps, holding the top up with one hand as you lay back down. 

“Let me get you some more lemonade,” he muttered, getting up and quickly padding inside. 

You bit down a mischievous grin, knowing you were getting to him. If looking was all you could do, might as well make it more interesting. There was no harm in a little flirtation, either.

When he came back, you switched hands in order to get your glass from him. You smiled at him in appreciation, tilting your head back to look up at him. God, he was so tall. What the hell were you to do with so much man?

“Isn’t it crazy that we knew of each other from so many stories but never met before today?” You said as he sat back down.

“Well, I’ve heard you’re a busy girl. This is your first time home in a while, isn’t it?”

You nodded. “Gonna be spending some more time here, for sure.”

“That’ll be really nice. Hopefully, we’ll get to spend some of it together.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What’s that now? You like me already?”

“It’s hard not to.”

“I think I like you, too, Aaron.”

You smiled at each other for a moment, the tension between you on the brink of snapping. Your eyes kept being drawn to his lips. A spark of heat ignited low in your belly, and it was becoming harder not to pounce on him.

“I should probably shift onto my stomach, I need to even out my tan,” you said quickly, shifting over as gracefully as you could. Hopefully that way, you’d have a moment to collect yourself.

“Here, let me help you undo the back,” he offered, and you shot him a look that was both startled and exhilarated. “You said you wanted to even out your tan, right?”

You nodded, suppressing a gasp as you felt the last string holding up your top slide off.

“T-thank you,” you said.

“Anytime, sweetness. I’m gonna cool off in the pool if you wanna join me at any moment.”

You heard the water splashing and the small groan of relief that followed, which made you shiver. Of course, he knew what he was doing. He was not ignorant to the fact you were teasing him, and he figured two can play that game.

You were hyper-aware of his presence as you lay there, trying to keep still. Only a few minutes passed before you finally caved, your body’s instincts taking over.

He was swimming from one end of the pool to the other, fully submerged, so he didn’t see you sit at the edge and dip your legs in. Your arms were crossed over your chest, covering your breasts. You languidly kicked your legs in the water, watching his movements.

When he surfaced, he pushed his mop of dark hair back, blinking drops of water off his lashes. His movements ceased when his eyes fell on you.

“I was getting a little too hot,” you said, voice breathy and low.

“Well, no need to hide from me, darling girl,” he purred, wading just a little closer. “I promise I’m very well-behaved.”

You slowly uncrossed your arms, arching your back slightly and pushing out your chest. The coquettish smile on your face nearly unmade him then and there, but he held himself back. Letting you take control of the situation was quite titillating, and he wanted to see just how far you would take things.

He licked his lips. “There we go. What a gorgeous sight you are.”

You could basically feel your heartbeat in your pussy at that point.  You feared you might combust if he didn’t touch you soon.

“Don’t you want to come closer? I don’t bite.”

“I do,” he said, his smile taking on a lupine quality.

“Then I insist.”

He swam over, and you parted your legs so he could situate himself between them. Your hands landed on his broad shoulders, and you shuddered a little at the cool touch of his skin. 

Your nipples hardened, attracting his attention momentarily, and once more he licked his lips. 

“Are you sure?” He whispered. “You know we can’t tell another soul about this, right?”

You nodded eagerly. “You’ll find I’m very good at keeping secrets.”

“I’ll hold you to it.”

Without further warning, he dove forward and captured one of your nipples in his mouth. His tongue rolled around it as his fingers came up to tweak your other nipple. You couldn’t help the needy mewl that escaped you, back arching further.

“Kiss me,” you breathed, taking his face in your hands and bringing your lips to his.

The kiss was hungry, almost desperate, and he was still palming your breasts as his tongue tangled with yours. You moaned into his mouth, and the next thing you knew, he was pulling you in with him. You let out a little yelp of surprise, wrapping your legs around his waist.

He chuckled, moving to kiss your jaw. “Said you needed to cool off, right?”

“Jerk,” you teased, swatting his arm playfully.

His arms encircled you as he trailed open-mouthed kisses down your neck and chest. His tongue lavished attention on your breasts once more, and soon enough you could feel an insistent bulge prodding at your clothed center.

“Oh, I’d really like to give you a hand with that,” you said, raking your fingers through his hair with one hand, the other reaching down to caress him through his swim trunks.

He sucked in a breath at the small touch, pulling back in order to nip at your bottom lip. 

“Then I guess we should take this outside, right away.”

He sat you back on the edge and pulled himself out of the pool. You wasted no time in discarding your bikini bottoms, toweling yourself off under his scrutinizing gaze. He did the same, and you pushed him onto a sunbed under the shade of an umbrella.

And since you were already not wasting time, you bent down to lick a long stripe up the underside of his cock, which lay hard against his abdomen. His hips bucked as you kissed the tip, looking up at him through your lashes. 

“Fuck, you’re breathtaking,” he groaned, fingers grazing your cheek adoringly. “Simply irresistible. You could see the effect you had on me, hmm?”

You nodded, slightly rubbing your cheek against his hand in a silent plea. 

He smirked at this, twisting your ponytail around one hand and using the other one to feed his cock into your mouth. You hummed around him. He was so thick that you weren’t sure how much you’d be able to take, but you’d never been a quitter. 

The sounds he was making as you bobbed your head proved to be very efficient motivation, as well. You felt the head hit the back of your throat, but still, you kept going. His grip tightened each time he heard you gagging, but he kept relative control of his jutting hips.  

You reached between your legs to touch yourself, fingers easily slipping through your soaked folds. At the sight, something in him snapped.

“Come here, I want to taste you,” he urged, and you released him with a loud, obscene pop. “I need you to sit on my face right now.”

He pulled you up and you maneuvered to situate yourself atop his face, legs straddling his head. You hesitated, momentarily fearing you would suffocate him, but he pulled you down eagerly.

He devoured you like you were his last meal on earth. Your entire body tensed at the feeling of his tongue flicking and circling your clit. Your hips bucked, but his large hands were holding you down by your thighs. 

You reached back, palming his length as best as you could, stroking the head with the tips of your fingers. He thrusted into your grip, his deep moan vibrating against your cunt.

Pleasure was like a cresting wave, threatening to break. It made your body feel red hot as you neared the peak, but you wanted to hold off a little longer.

“A-Aaron… I’m-I’m gonna…” you trailed off, unable to finish your sentence.

At this, he only doubled his efforts instead of releasing you. He sucked on your clit before his tongue dipped inside you, and you ground against his face desperately.

Your orgasm seized you, rippling throughout your entire being. You cried out, head thrown back and eyes fluttering shut. He let you ride it out, prolonging it a little with languid strokes of his tongue.

You were still trembling a little when he placed a kiss on your inner thigh, beaming up at you, eyes glazed over with desire and pride.

“You taste like absolute heaven,” he panted. “Such a sweet pussy.”

“Were you able to breathe?” You asked sheepishly, biting your lower lip.

“Oh, honey, even if I couldn’t, I would’ve died the happiest man on Earth,” he kissed your thigh once more, making you sigh. “Think you can take my cock, pretty girl? Or do you need a break?”

You nodded frantically, moving back so he could sit up and kiss you. You tasted yourself on his lips, instantly hooked. There was something about him that was making you feel wild and unrestrained, almost animalistic.

Had you ever wanted someone so badly before? No, not like this.

“Are you on birth control?” He asked between kisses.

“Yes! Please, just fuck me already. I can’t wait any longer.”

He flipped you onto your back, pushing your legs up to put you in a mating press. Breath escaped you as he slowly sank into you, letting you feel the entirety of his length. He kissed you slowly as he bottomed out, overwhelmingly deep inside you in the best way possible.

“That’s it, good girl,” he groaned into your mouth. “You take me so well.”

His strokes were long and deep, making you see stars. All coherence flew out the window as you lost yourself to the all-consuming feeling of him. 

He continued to murmur praises into your ear, kissing a spot right behind it that made you shudder. You sighed his name, gasping as he ground his pelvis against you.

“You keep sucking me back in, honey,” he grunted. “Are you close again?”

You whimpered in response, eyes heavy-lidded as you looked up at him. He kissed the tip of your nose, smiling fondly.

“Good, because I want you to come with me. Can you do that, sweet girl?”

“Fuck yes! Come inside me, please,” you begged as he picked up the pace, hips snapping against yours. “Oh, fuck… give it to me. Please, please, please.”

You tumbled over the edge a second time, clenching him hard. Your nails dug into his biceps as you cried out. He hissed through his teeth, muscles seizing up as he spilled inside of you. His last few strokes were sloppy and shallow as you both rode out your highs.

He leaned his sweaty forehead against yours as you both breathed hard. You looked at each other and chuckled, flush with endorphins and utter satisfaction. He kissed you once more and you knew it was a feeling you would never tire of.

“I’m really glad I stayed to keep an eye on you,” he said, bringing your legs down to a more comfortable position, still sheathed inside you. “If this was you being a good girl, I have to wonder how you are when you’re bad.”

You smirked deviously. “I guess you’ll have to find out.”

[agaypanic]

Cool Down (Felix Catton X Reader Smut)

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Kinktober Day 2: Temperature Play

Summary: On a hot summer day like this, you’ll do anything to cool down. Felix’s sudden idea isn’t quite what you expect, but you’ve learned to expect the unexpected with him.

A/N: at first i was like “nah, felix wouldn’t fuck his gf by his lake/pool where anyone looking out the window can see it” but then i realized that he probably would bc he’s a shameless mf. I dont live in the UK but i think it’s not that hot (at least compared to in the US) in the summer because they’re like surrounded by the sea. But for plot purposes, this summer is hot as FUCK

C/W: ice play, unprotected p in v sex, outdoor sex, kinda clothed sex (wearing swimsuits), Oliver (he’s only mentioned, but i feel like he still deserves a warning), fingering

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It felt like you were melting. You had never experienced a summer as hot as this before, and you cursed whatever God there might be for the high temperatures and boiling sun.

“You can go inside, you know.” Felix reminded you for the umpteenth time, staring at you with a playful smile. 

Despite your complaining and misery, you refused. You and Felix were the only ones lying in the grassy field by the pool at Saltburn. The rest of his family were inside enjoying the cooler environment and TV. You weren’t quite sure about where Oliver was, but as long as he didn’t find you and your boyfriend that he liked to cling to, you didn’t care much about his whereabouts. 

Felix gently twirled some of your hair around his fingers. “Wanna go for a swim?”

“I’m still pruney.” You replied, wiggling your drying pruned fingers in front of his face. Felix laughed, grabbing one of your hands to lay a kiss on your palm. “Besides, I’m too tired to swim again.”

Felix hummed in thought, his kisses starting to pepper down your arm until he reached your collarbone. You let out a relaxed sigh, tilting your head to the side and allowing Felix access to kiss your neck. He didn’t stop until he reached your lips, giving you a shameless and somewhat sloppy kiss. If you were anywhere else, you would’ve pushed him away and giggled out of slight embarrassment, hoping no one had seen such an act. But out in the tall grass, with his large build blocking you from the sun as he hovered over you, you wouldn’t have cared if someone saw the wild affection.

He suddenly pulled away, leaving you hot and breathless. Still hovering over you, he reached out and grabbed his cup of spiked lemonade, which was more ice than drink. The glass was sweating just as much as you were, and you gasped when a few drops of condensation dribbled onto your chest.

“Huh?” Felix looked down, seeing the small beads of water pooling on your skin. “Sorry, lovie.”

“It’s okay.” You respond, watching his thick fingers wipe the liquid away. “It actually felt kind of nice.”

Felix drank the rest of his lemonade, playing with the strap of your bikini top as he did so. You threw an arm over your eyes, hoping to block out the sun. It wasn’t long before Felix was left with a cup half-filled with ice. He let out a quiet sigh of disappointment before his pierced brow raised, an idea coming to mind.

Suddenly, you yelped in surprise at the feeling of something icy and wet touching you. Felix laughed at your reaction, trailing an ice cube around your stomach. “I thought it felt nice.”

“Smartass.” You muttered, trying to adjust to the sudden coolness. 

“I’ve got some more.” Your boyfriend said, shaking his cup of ice as the cube melted from his fingers and your hot skin. “Any other place I can cool off for you?” You laughed at the way he wiggled his eyebrows as he spoke.

“Everywhere.” You answer, and Felix grabbed another cube.

He started at the base of your neck, slowly tracing your collarbone with it. Then he ran the cube along the edge of your top until he reached the valley of your breasts. Felix paused for a small moment before taking the ice off of you.

You were about to ask Felix why he stopped when he gently pulled the cups of your top to the sides. You gasped softly at the feeling of your breasts being freed from their confines. And then you let out another noise of surprise when Felix put two ice cubes on your heated skin, circling your tits and inching closer and closer to your nipples. When the cold touched them, they quickly stiffened.

“Felix.” You said in a breathy moan, arching your back slightly from the sensation.

“Like that?” He asked, tongue poking out a little as he concentrated on his ministrations and your reactions. Soon enough, too soon for your liking, the ice melted away, and Felix trailed his chilly fingertips down your tummy. As he reached the ties of your bikini bottoms, you could feel himself starting to harden. 

Desperate, Felix started grinding against you, his growing erection nudging your clothed clit. “Here, Felix?” You asked, as if you weren’t ready to rip the little clothing you had off and fuck him until you both collapsed. “What if someone sees?”

“They won’t.” He answered, but you weren’t quite convinced. Everyone loved to be around Felix, especially Oliver. You wouldn’t be surprised if your friends were out looking for you right now to play a game of fancy drunk tennis or to just lay about with you. 

But that didn’t matter now. Not when Felix was taking his shorts off in record time to spring his cock free before hovering over you and grabbing another ice cube. He moved the seat of your bikini bottoms to the side.

“Oh god.” You gasped, wiggling your hips to grind against his hand that held the frozen water to your clit, while his two middle fingers thrusted into you. He groaned at the sight. You desperately humping his hand made his dick even harder than he thought possible. 

“No need for formalities, lovie.” Felix teased, withdrawing his fingers and preparing to replace them with his member. He dragged his tip through your folds, hissing in surprise and arousal whenever he touched your chilly clit and the almost gone that was still held to it. “You can just call me Felix.”

“You’re such a- ahh!” Felix interrupted what you were about to say by pushing his cock into you in one swift thrust. No matter how many times you’ve fucked, you’ve never gotten used to his size. He always stretched you in a way that reduced you to a moaning mess that begged to be fucked over and over. 

Knowing how desperate the both of you were, Felix didn’t bother with starting out slow. He quickly started to pound into you, hooking one of your legs up onto his hip to fuck you even deeper. You carded your hands through his brown locks, tugging on them whenever he hit you in just the right spot. 

Too overcome with lust and pleasure, you didn’t register Felix’s hand leaving your hip or the sound of ice clattering around in the cup. In fact, for a moment, you didn’t take notice of anything besides the way Felix’s thick cock was ramming in and out of your cunt. It wasn’t until he put his mouth on your tit that you were pulled out of your pleasure-filled haze. He sucked harshly and nipped at your skin, leaving fresh hickies in his wake. And after each mark was made, he soothed it with the frozen cube held between his teeth.

“Felix.” You let out a choked moan, legs locking around his lower body. He knew you were close; your pussy was spasming around him so much he thought he might not be able to continue his thrusts.

“C’mon, love.” Felix panted, dropping a hand to rub at your clit, not letting up on his pace. “Wanna see that pretty face when you come.”

It was all too much. Everything about Felix, his voice, his words, his body, made you tumble over the edge. You rolled your eyes back in ecstasy, clawing your nails into his back. Felix continued his ministrations, both to help you ride out your release and to help him find his own. It wasn’t long before his hips stuttered, and he was spilling his load inside you, collapsing on top of you in exhaustion and relief.

As you and Felix lay in the field, basking in your post-orgasmic states, you hoped to God that no one was looking for you. Despite the estate being so large, with an endless amount of places to go and hide, you sometimes felt like you couldn’t get a real moment alone with Felix. You would’ve gladly suffered in this summer’s heat to be alone with him. Especially when he looked like such an angel in the sunlight.

Regaining his strength, Felix looked up at you, and you were about ready to push him onto his back and start round two. “Wanna go inside now?” He asked sweetly, as if he didn’t just rail you. “Maybe take a bath?”

“Sounds lovely.” You say, sitting up enough to kiss his awaiting lips. 

Nothing could ruin a summer at Saltburn.

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Felix Catton Taglist: @slaymybreathaway @fuckshitslover

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Father Figures - Severus Snape

Anonymous asked: I love your Snape Stepdaughter can you do one where she gets drunk at a party and they get busted by him and she throws the “your not my dad” type at him when he tries to get her to go to bed before she has a hangover tomorrow no worries if not it is fime

Hey there, thank you very much! I hope you enjoy! I had no idea what to title it haha and please read the warnings before you continue. Requests are open but I get to them very late. I'm not writing as often as I used to! Enjoy :)

Stepdad! Professor! Snape x Reader [Platonic/Angst] Warnings: Underage alcohol usage, cursing, unstable family dynamics

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Going to the Hufflepuff party was not your original plan, but after hearing your friends got busted for doing something stupid in the library, you decided to go to the party since you had nothing else to do.

You had a few acquaintances there, and you hung around them for a few minutes at the party before getting bored and going to the drink table.

“Hah, you’re seriously going to drink? Or you’re just stopping by to get some little kid juice?” Keith, an irritating classmate of yours, interrupted you.

You looked him up and down, before making a disgusted face. He was always on your nerves, wanting to be a rival of yours, but you always did your best to ignore him. But for some reason, today, you were feeling a bit too bothered by him.

“I’m obviously here to drink some alcohol, you dimwit.” You rolled your eyes and poured yourself a drink. It was a random mix, but you knew it definitely had some hard alcohol in here. Hufflepuff parties always had the best drink mixes.

“Even with your daddy around the school?” Keith sneered, and you took a moment to close your eyes and breathe in deeply to calm yourself down because you were so close to decking him in the face.

That was one of his go to insults. Professor Snape is your stepfather, and everyone knew you hated the fact he was your teacher.

“Shut up, you shit face, like you can even handle any alcohol.” You snapped and took a few gulps from your cup.

“Oh please, I definitely can handle alcohol better than you, I can practically already hear you slurring your words.” He spat back and took an unopened bottle from the bottle. “Let’s see who can drink more, loser.” He challenged you.

You raised an eyebrow at him, “Hm, really? Can you handle it?” You couldn’t help but love the offended look on his face.

“Fucking hell, I can.” He took two cups, opened the bottle, and poured an equal amount of alcohol into the cups. He pushed one your way and stared at you as he chugged it down. Then he slammed the cup down on the table and grinned sloppily, “There. See?”

You scoffed at him, “Pour yourself another. I’m not some girl who taps out after one drink.” Once you said that, you picked up the cup and drank it all within a few seconds. At this point, a few people were starting to form around the table with you two, watching the strange competition take place.

He did as you said, chugging another drink and then so did you, trying your best to hold back the disgusted facial expression from the twang of alcohol going down your throat.

“Guh, you guys are so gross drinking that straight up. Pour some lemonade in it or something.” Devon spoke up into the conversation, pouring herself a drink from the mix.

“Nah, I’m good without it. Go ahead if you need it, little girl.” He taunted you but you ignored him and drank the next drink, counting to three drinks for both of you.

Devon shook her head, “You guys are going to feel awful in the morning. Shouldn’t you slow down at least?” She did her best to try to persuade both of you, but you were feeling a bit too arrogant to listen to her.

“I’m doing this to prove a point to this asshole. I don’t need anything added to my drink.” You answered her. She shrugged and left the table, muttering something about a potion for hangovers.

You and Keith shared a similar look of distaste for each other before drinking another cup of alcohol. This time, you started to feel it in your system. You did your best to stop yourself from stumbling in place, so you leaned up against the table, almost sitting on it.

You both continued to spew insults at each other as some people cheered you on to keep chugging, which encouraged you greatly. You couldn’t let this weird ass beat you to a game of drinking.

Keith wasn’t looking too good at this point, you both were at drink 9 and he was blinking strangely, snorting, and coughing as he spoke to a few people in the crowd.

“Yeah, like when I got on a broom the first time, I did it perfectly. Flying is so easy, I don’t,” He hiccups, “I don’t get how people have a hard time with flying with brooms.” He burped and leaned against the table, looking at a few common friends nearby.

“No way, I very distinctly remember you crying harder than a baby when you first flew.” You interrupted his story, waving your hand in the air.

A few people laughed at that, and Keith scowled, “You weren’t ever better than that, too. I remember your daddy was watching from a window, like some creepy stalker.”

You scrunched your nose up because you had no idea Snape was watching the class. You rolled your eyes at Keith though, annoyed he brought up Snape. “You really like talking about him a lot. Unfortunately, he doesn’t like snotty boys like you.” You responded.

His jaw dropped, “You’re such a bitch. I might be gay, but I’m not gay for him.”

You stay silent for a moment before you burst out laughing, “Oh fuck, I didn’t know you were gay. That’s cool for you though. Thanks for letting me know you don’t want to fuck our professor.” The people around the two of you started laughing too, and he cracked a smile as well, obviously wanting to laugh too.

“Well. Nice to know you aren’t a total prick.” He said, finishing his drink. The two of you continue insulting each other for a few minutes, drinking even more to the point you’re used to the burn of the alcohol going down your throat.

You could even feel the music beating almost in sync with your heartbeat and you wanted to go to that crowd in the middle of the room and dance with them.

Within a span of a moment, the atmosphere grew dark, and people went completely silent. You were completely confused and looked at Keith, who seemed to be about confused as you were.

“Out! Everyone out now!” A yell went through the crowd of people at the party.

You immediately stiffened as you recognized the voice. Snape, of course it was him. You closed your eyes and groaned quietly as people started to shuffle out of the room quickly.

“Oh damn, I kinda feel bad for you now.” Keith chuckled but dropped his drink and rushed off into the crowd. He wobbled a lot, and for a moment you wanted to laugh at the sight, but when you started to walk, you wobbled too, stumbling even as you tried to blink off the feeling of weightlessness.

You did your best to hide yourself, but Snape was standing at the door, yelling, and disciplining each and every student that crossed the doorway. There was no other exit. This was like one of your worst nightmares and you were so drunk, you were pretty sure that you might have been drooling as you slowly stumbled towards him.

He eyed you with something you couldn’t place at the moment, but just as you reached him, his face turned into this disgusted judgmental look that you recognized, and it was pointed directly at you. Immediately, you want to shout at him for looking at you like that. He had no right to stare at you with those mean eyes, you thought. He wasn’t your dad, fuck that.

“Stay here.” He hissed at you through his teeth, and you rolled your eyes at least twice to make sure he saw it.

“Mm, you’re not my fucking father.” You slurred under your breath, sliding your back down against the wall behind him. He didn’t hear you of course, due to the chatter from the other people at the party.

Dozens more students poured out the room, some staring at you sympathetically and others looking at you with horror, as if they could picture what was about to happen with Snape being both your professor and your stepfather.

“Professor Snape, I can assist her to her room.” One of your friends popped up. You smiled wobbly to her and waved.

“No, you insolent child, leave now before I decide to take even more points away from your house.” He snapped and your friend chirped in shock and rushed away without a single word more. You pouted at that and watched everyone else leave. Even the Hufflepuffs left without arguing – which was mostly due to the deadly glare and stance Snape had.

He had turned around and stared at you as you kept your eyes cast to the floor. “Child. Get up.” He spoke up.

He couldn’t even say your name, you thought with a scoff aloud.

“Don’t wanna.” You muttered back. You could feel him staring at you with an even worse gaze, something cold and mean it felt like. Then to your surprise, he crouched down to your level and placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Get up.” He said again, voice sounding confusingly strange to you. A mixture of anger and disappointment (what’s new, you bitterly thought), but something else was in it as well, and you couldn’t point it out.

“Didn’t you hear what I told you? Just leave me here.” You spoke back to him, feeling a wave of dizziness hit you as you tried to roll away from his hand on your shoulder. You were feeling so many waves of emotions, especially negative ones.

Why did everyone associate you with this man? Why did he have to be your stepfather?

It was so painfully obvious that he didn’t care about you. Maybe the only thing he did care about was making you feel disgraceful to everyone in school and everyone at home.

You became separated from your family because of him. Your father left and his side of the family barely communicated with you anymore because of who your mother married. And your mother tried her best to include you but how could you possibly want to stand by her side when your horribly mean professor is standing with his hand wrapped around her waist?

He took everyone away from you. Now even with your friends, it was a nightmare come true. He was bringing your worst fears to life with you being forcibly separated from everyone you cared about.

“You have to get up,” He paused, watching you mutely struggle to get away from him. “I’m taking you to your room to rest.” He finished. You stared up at him abruptly.

“That’s funny. Why?” You smiled bitterly and slowly accepted his grip on your arm as you forced yourself up. You knew you couldn’t stay here, you’d have to get to your room.

“You’re drunk. You could get hurt. Must I go on?” He muttered at you as his grip on you tightened as you stumbled out the door.

“Oh yeah, go on, tell me why you hate me and how much of a stain I am on your reputation…” You chuckled darkly.

He paused in his steps, staring at you intensely.

“Do you not understand I’m taking you to your room because I care about you?” His words came out fast and you took a moment to comprehend them before you laughed loudly.

“You are not my father! You will never be my dad! What’s with you acting this way? I know it’s fake. You hate me. You made me alone. I can’t even – breathe with you everywhere. I hate you!” You screamed, throat burning as it felt like blood rushed up and started to choke you.

You ripped yourself away from him and watched as his face crumbled in a way so familiar to you – it made you want to run away when you realized this was how you looked when you would glance into the mirror at yourself whenever he was around and made you become so unlikable to everyone else.

It was despair. Pain, anger, confusion, and you could almost feel the self-loathing coming off him at that second.

“Is this how you truly see me? Of course, I’m not your father. I will never try to replace your father.” He shook his head. His eyes slowly became blank, like he was trying to dissociate from this moment in time. You couldn’t understand how he was so alike you right here and right now. Why was he looking like this?

“You made me feel scared in my own home. I don’t have a place to call home anymore now because of you.” You spat out, tears forming in your eyes.

He slowly wiped his hand down his face and sighed deeply. “Dear, I have tried to give you space. I have tried to include you. I have tried to bend to your will at every point at home. Is this what you really think?” His words had started out so quiet and then rose in volume.

“Why are you saying that stuff? It’s fake.” You tried to call out, but he shook his head at you, looking so miserable.

“You’re drunk. We will speak in the morning. I am taking you home during the break.” He stopped and seemed to have to take a few seconds to breathe and calm himself, but then he continued, “I have cared for you this entire time, but I see that you have trouble believing that. I will show you how much I care about you and this family, along with how you are doing as my student, in a way you will understand. But firstly, please hold onto me, I will take you to your room.”

When you quietly watched his face to see if you could detect any lies, he sighed and looked distressed. You took his arm in your hand and quietly moved along with him to go to your room. Thankfully the halls had cleared at this point, everyone had gone back to their rooms with a few of the other professors ordering them to.

“Careful,” He called out as you got to your room, trying to reach for your bed. You tripped slightly, only to be caught by him and he slowly sat you down on the bed and grabbed one of your blankets and wrapped it around your shoulders.

Your roommates were either pretending to be asleep or were asleep, but you couldn’t find yourself to care about that. “Did you mean it?” You murmured just as he took a step away from your bed.

“Excuse me?” He quietly answered.

“Did you really mean it? That you – you’re trying?” You couldn’t fully say it, you couldn’t bring yourself to ask him aloud if he had actually cared about you this entire time. You felt strangely sober now. That weightlessness feeling had gone and now you felt drawn to the floor, stomach dropping into a bottomless pit.

He seemed to understand your question after a moment and nodded. “I have been giving you space, trying to comprehend what you might be feeling… I was once your age too before in case you have forgotten. I hoped you would understand that I was simply giving you what I thought you wanted.”

“I didn’t.” You managed to press out, “I didn’t understand that.”

It was almost a silent apology. But you both needed to apologize to each other, it seemed like, for misinterpreting things for so long and so violently.

He blinked away an emotion you’ve never seen in him before, something like hope and understanding. He took a step back and went to grab you a cup of water, and to give you a little time. You fell back against your bed with a strangled sob wrecking through your body at last, like something lifted and things were being solved finally.

You shook with each cry, trying to silence yourself. Was this really happening? Did he actually care? Had this whole time, you’ve been isolating yourself on a huge misunderstanding?

You wanted to see your mom, talk with her to try to understand it all. You wanted your dad’s side of the family to reach out once more, just to connect with them again. You wanted your family, new and old connections.

“Dear, sit up just a bit.” Snape walked back into the room. His voice rang out very quietly, and you struggled to sit up. He held the cup against your lips as you sipped some cold water, which helped your crying slow slightly.

“Can you stay here? For a little while?” You whispered as a few more tears ran down your face. He wiped them away with a tissue he grabbed from the other room.

“Yes, till you fall asleep. Come to my office when you awaken, you’ll be excused from your classes tomorrow, for this… situation.” He worded out, and you sniffled and nodded.

You had slowly stopped crying after what felt like ages, feeling a low headache start to form. You sniffled once more, “I didn’t mean to drink that much.” You felt like you had to say before you fell asleep.

In the darkness, you could very vaguely see a quirk of his lip curl upwards, “That’s what they all say. Again, I was your age too once.”

With that, you managed to drift to sleep, feeling emotionally wrecked and almost unavailable, but you felt clearer. Much like a heaviness was lifted from your shoulders and the stress held in your chest removed like stones being cleared away. Things will get better now, in the morning. You two will figure it out and things will be better than they were.

It seemed that he was not your father, but much more like a father figure.

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 122

Part 1 Part 121

 It’s too early in the morning for the trailer to be this hot. Or maybe it’s just the hot air Steve’s been blowing at Eddie’s head for the past twenty minutes. He’d woken him up hours before they needed to be at the school and bustled him into the bathroom. He’d been trapped there ever since, letting himself be slathered and scrunched, and primped.

Steve’s got that furrow between his brows that he gets when he’s really concentrating. Apparently doing Eddie’s hair takes the same mental bandwidth as a cram session with Barb.

Eddie squirms as his t-shirts sticks uncomfortably to his sweaty back, but all Steve does is clamp his big hand on Eddie shoulder and press him more firmly onto the closed lid of the toilet. He sighs, and lets his hair be manipulated.

The things he does for love.

Steve finishes his machinations, and Eddie stands, calves stiff from sitting on the low toilet seat for so long, to finally get a look at all of Steve’s hard work.

Eddie’s curls are shiny, almost glistening in the dim light of the trailer’s bathroom. Each curl is perfectly spiraled, and when he raises his hand to check its springiness, he finds it soft. He looks like one of those girls from shampoo commercials. He looks like a cheerleader set for competition. He looks like—

“I look like one of those fancy fucking dogs!” Eddie whines, clutching the edge of the counter, and bowing his head in the pose of defeated men everywhere. “You know, the ones with the poofs?” he continues, raising one of his hands above his head, demonstrating the usual shape said dogs are groomed into.

“You mean a poodle? Do you even know what a poodle is?” Steve demands. Eddie bites back a smile. He can picture Steve standing, hands on his hips as he glares at Eddie’s back. He doesn’t open his eyes to check, too committed to his tortured artist pose.

Steve sighs. Eddie hears him step up behind him, feels the warmth of his chest against his own back, the whorls of his fingers against Eddie’s chin as he raises his head and meets his gaze in the mirror.

“You don’t look like a…” Steve starts, sounding entirely exasperated, but he’s looking at Eddie’s curls now, mouth puckered up, like he’d just drank a glass of lemonade and found it tart.

It’s way too fucking hot for all of this.

Steve’s fingers come up to scratch at his scalp, run through his hair. Eddie’s closes his eyes against the feeling. He leans back on instinct until his head’s resting on Steve’s shoulders. Steve huffs, dropping one hand to keep him up while the other continues on with whatever the hell he’s doing now.

“Better?” he asks, all annoyance gone from his tone now until all that’s left is the quiet intimacy of being squished into such a small bathroom.

Eddie opens his tired eyes to look at his reflection. His hair still looks soft and shiny, but Steve’s fingers had loosened the curls, added a little bit of his usual frizz to the mix. Eddie smiles at him in the mirror, clicks his tongue.

“There she is,” Eddie says, cupping the ends of his hair and fluffing them up until Steve slaps his hand away. Eddie leans forward and smacks a kiss to against the mirror, slipping himself a little tongue until Steve makes a disgusted noise and pulls him back.

Eddie lets himself be spun around to face Steve’s unimpressed gaze. He tries to lean in and sneak a kiss, but Steve’s arms are locked on his shoulders, and he’s not budging. “Brush your teeth,” he says, but he trails his fingers down Eddie’s bare arms until he reaches his hands. He takes both of them into his own and brings them to his lips, kissing the palms of one, then the other, before turning around and leaving Eddie there, breathless and alone.

He brushes his teeth.

When he follows Steve into the bedroom, he plants one on him, makes it messy and wanting. They both get so distracted, that Wayne’s hollering for them to hurry up by the time they’re sliding their robes on.

 They rush out of the bedroom, hands linked. Wayne’s waiting, front door propped open to emphasize the hurry. Still, when he catches sight of them all gussied up, he stops and stares for a long moment.

Eddie knows what’s coming before the sheen in his eyes even start. He knows his uncle. But when the first tear slips down his cheek, Steve sucks in a breath and steps back, stopped only by grip Eddie still has on his hand.

But Eddie knows his uncle, knows how he ticks, knows what he needs. So, he drags Steve forward and steps into his Uncle’s chest. Wayne takes it from there, wrapping them both up in his arms and squeezing tight enough to ache. Eddie feels Steve shudder against him, realizes why when it’s Eddie’s turn for Wayne to kiss his forehead and pat his back.

“Ya both did so good,” he says gruffly.

Eddie sniffs, feeling a little wobbly himself. “Thanks, Uncle Wayne.”

When they finally leave the trailer, Eddie knows his eyes are just as red-rimmed as Wayne’s. Steve’s are dry, but his cheeks are flushed from either the heat of their little huddle, or from the embarrassment, and his hands shaking in Eddie’s.

He doesn’t let go of Eddie’s hand, so he follows Steve to the back of Wayne’s truck and slides into the backseat with him like they’re two kids being chaperoned to their first school-sanctioned prom.

The auditorium is already bustling with parents and loved ones finding their seats by the time they get there. Eddie looks at all his classmates, all dressed in their Sunday best and sweating in their robes. They’re loitering near the folding chairs, waiting for directions.

Eddie raises his hair from his neck trying to feel any of the building’s air conditioning on his sweaty neck without messing up his hair. It doesn’t work, so he lets it flop back down with a sigh.

Steve’s not looking at their follow graduates. He’s squinting into the bustling crowd of loved ones like he’s looking for someone, mouth twisted into a grimace.

Eddie looks right along with him, but there’s too many people and they’re moving around too much to find anyone. “Do you think your parents will come?”

“They probably don’t even know it’s my senior year,” he replies, so quiet that it’s barely audible over the excited voices surrounding them. “And I didn’t call them.” Steve scoffs, but he’s still looking. “They wouldn’t come even if I did.”

Eddie’s overcome with the sudden urge to wring the Harrington’s stupid necks. He opens his mouth, no idea what’s going to come out of it, but Principal Higgins voice booms through the room, calling them to attention, and sending the students scattering to their seats.

He reaches out to squeeze Steve’s shoulder. Steve smiles at him, reaches up to squeeze his hand, and then shakes him off to find his assigned seat.

Eddie ends up almost perfectly in the middle, Carol almost directly behind him, with Jeff another row back and slightly to his right. Steve’s three rows up, and his row’s fraught with enough tension that Eddie barely manages to stay in his seat. Arranging this thing alphabetically was a mistake because it leaves the lineup with Hagan, a kid Eddie swears he’s never seen, Hargrove, then Steve right beside him.

Clearly enjoying the lack of buffers, Hargrove leans over to whisper something in Steve’s ear. It’s loud enough that Hagan could clearly hear it if his braying laugh ringing through the room is anything to go by.

For his part. Steve just keeps facing forward, listing to name after name be called. He claps dutifully for each name. Eddie doesn’t bother. He doesn’t know half these people, and the half he does are best left in the past.

Eddie resists the urge to boo when Hagan’s name is called, but he needn’t have bothered. Carol’s booing loud enough for the both of them. Hagan’s face turns red alarmingly quickly to the scattered laughter of his peers. He stomps off the stage and back to his seat, glaring past Eddie’s shoulder to where Carol’s seated.

Without looking away from the stage, Eddie holds his hand behind his back, smiling as Carol’s palm slaps loudly against his own just as Hargrove’s own name is called. Eddie thinks he might be in love. He’s in the middle of a half-formed plot to steal her from Barb when Steve’s name is called.

The cheering is so loud that Steve startles on the stage, jerking in his grab for his diploma. He turns to gape into the crowd, hand still outstretched toward his diploma. Eddie picks out Dustin’s dulcet tone, Waynes gruff yell, barely audible past Carol’s loud cheering in his ear. He doesn’t turn to seek out familiar faces, too transfixed by the heartbreaking shock on Steve’s face.

Eddie’s palms sting, he’s clapping so hard. When Higgins gives up on waiting for Steve to take his diploma, he thrusts it into Steve’s hands, and gives him a push to the back. Eddie wolf-whistles, and watches as his ears tinge pink.

He’s at the edge of his own chair now, primed to jump up even though there’s four more letters of names to get through before they get to the M’s. It’s just hitting him again, that he’s here, with all these people.

Some part of him had never thought he’d make it here, but here he is, with all his favorite people in this room, watching his back or graduating with him. They’ve done it.

He’s done it.

When it’s his own turn, he finally gets a look at the crowd. Everyone he loves is up there, screaming just as loud for him as they had for Steve. The kids are all standing, Dustin, Lucas, and Will shouting, while Mike and Max clap their surly support. Even Supergirl is there with a baseball cap on, smiling down as she claps along like she’s never done it before.

Mama Byers is smiling down at him, the chief of police at her side, and he’s clapping for him. Eddie Munson, former drug dealer. Jonthan’s clapping too, hell even Nancy is clapping.

Gareth and Doug are squished in next to her, looking bedraggled and ill-fitting in the group, but they’re clapping all the same, sandwiched into he fold by Uncle Wayne’s sturdy form.

“Mr. Munson,” Higgins sighs, beckoning him forward impatiently, and it’s only then that he realizes he’s stalled out halfway across the stage.

He whoops, rushing the remaining distance between them, and almost rips the diploma out of the principal’s hands. He forgoes the stairs completely, saving time by jumping off the stage completely, boots hitting the shitty cement with a bang.

When he looks back into the crowd, Wayne’s got his head cradled in his hands, but Steve’s smiling over at him, clearly charmed, so it’s hard to feel any regret.

The cheers are even louder for Carol, and there’s a strong showing for Jeff, too. Gareth especially makes his own squeaking voice loud enough to echo off the vaulted ceiling.

Sooner than expected, they’re at the Z’s. Eddie’s bouncing his toes, unable to contain his glee. He’s the first to throw his cap into the air, but everyone else follows his lead.

Eddie Munson, as always, is ahead of the curve.

As the caps rain down around him, he beams around the room full of people he doesn’t give a shit about, picking out the few he does.

They all converge. Carol, first, who steps over the seats separating them in a move that sends multiple chairs clattering to the floor. She leaps upon him, wrapping her arms around his waist and shaking him around. Jeff’s next. He pats both their backs until Carol latches onto him as well, pulling him in.

Steve’s last. Eddie watches him approach. He’s smiling, almost helplessly at all three of them, and when he finally reaches them, he tucks his face into Eddie’s neck, wraps his hands around each of their backs, and holds onto each of them for all he’s worth.

Eddie clings right back.

They ring in this new period of their life together, a quartet in a sea of meaningless people, holding onto each other in a way only the best of friends can. It’s too hot to be cuddled up like this, but no one moves to pull away.

Class of eighty fucking five, dwindled down to the only four that matter.

Part 123

[ruby-white-rabbit]

I'm remembering when a kid drank 3 monsters out of the soda machine at school and had to go to the hospital for his heart feeling funny. (They then removed them from the machines. Not that hard Panera.)

I'm remembering another kid who apparently drank one and then did cross country training and died because they didn't know he had a heart condition.

People don't understand caffeine levels or how much the body can handle. And every body is different. some people don't realize they have an allergy or a condition until it actually kicks in and potentially kills them. Doesn't matter what causes it.

The lemonades have as much caffeine as about THREE redbulls. And that's apparently just for a 20oz

The girl (21 year old woman to correct my original post) had a heart condition (and apparently multiple drinks?) which Panera is using as justification. She monitored her levels carefully because she KNEW of her condition. I doubt she'd willingly ingest that much if she knew the truth

The man who died had a chromosome condition, high blood pressure, poor eyesight, and NEVER had caffeine ever from statements I found. Because of his conditions. He also frequently went to that Panera. Panera is also using his high BP and multiple drinks to blame him for his own death.

Most people are gonna look at their warning signs and assume it's ingredients. It's smaller text. Panera is using people's glance over habit to try and cover their asses that's they "let people know" and continue putting people at risk with ungodly high caffeine levels in fucking LEMONADE.

[dellalyra]

Family Formations - The Portrait

Request: @theourconah hi!! for family formation – I was wondering if you could recreate this video I’ve seen circulating a few times on the internet before. A child attempts to draw a picture of their mother, but it’s so hilariously bad that their dad instantly bursts out laughing. The kid is confused and becomes sad, realizing it’s bad, but the mom says smth like, “It’s so amazing! I’ve never looked better!”, basically comforting the child

I can see Megumi doing smth like this and being very embarrassed being caught drawing Gojo or mc - and Gojo not being able to hold back laughter

If it doesn’t suit the series, it’s okay, but haha I thought it could be cute :) also omg I LOVE all of the parts of family formation sm!!

A/N: this was so fun also I love those tiktoks so I loved doing this - just a lil Drabble of sweetness and teen parents Y/N and Satoru.

A calm Saturday afternoon was on today’s agenda in the Gojo household, Tsumiki was helping you plant some new rose bushes before she lost interest and went to play with her doll house, Satoru was sitting in the sun lounger near you and Megumi was at the table, reading and drawing.

Just as you’d finished helping a few wilted buds on your newest peony bush Satoru asked if you wanted a glass of lemonade and wandered inside. After a minute, you followed him in – you needed a break from the sun and hot air.

You sat at the table beside Megumi as you drank your icey lemonade.

Peeking at his drawing made from the myriad of crayons Satoru had insisted on buying last weekend, you saw a slightly familiar figure on the page.

“That’s a lovely drawing ‘Gumi, can I see?” You ask, smiling.

“Um, it’s you.” He says, blushing.

At this, Satoru is staring over at the drawing and you flash him a warning look.

Kindly put, the drawing looked closer to a praying mantis than you.

“That’s Y/N?” Satoru asks, voice cracking from barely restrained laughter.

“Yeah – see, you’re in the garden.” He replies as if Satoru was the stupidest person ever and his flowers didn’t look like triangles.

“Wow! That’s, really wonderful! Thank you so much sweetheart! It’s beautiful.” You ask, biting the inside of your cheek. This kid was so reserved you couldn’t afford even a tiny slip up that might make him even more shy.

Satoru is behind you now, arm around your shoulders and you can see the shaking of his chest as he tries to not laugh – heeding your warning.

It lasts 3 seconds.

Satoru is nearly sobbing in tears beside you as Megumi begins to look like he wants to hide away forever.

“He’s only laughing because he’s so bad at drawing! Don’t worry ‘gumi! It’s such a great drawing, I love it! I’m gonna hang it up in my classroom at school.” You try to reassure him with what might be the worst excuse as you elbow Satoru in the ribs.

“Totally kid, she’s never looked better – no jokes.” He bites back his hysterical laughter as you fight to not join him after examining how awful you look in the picture.

“Why don’t you do Satoru next, ‘gumi? Or Uncle Nanamin?” You ask, trying to encourage him.

He smiles at little – which from Megumi is more of a lip twitch and then shrugs but drags more paper towards him and grabs a light blue marker and begins making circles which you think might be meant to be your boyfriend’s eyes.

I’m

You walk into the kitchen, pressing a kiss to the top of the child’s head.

As you get behind closed doors, you almost collapse into Satoru’s chest and he falls apart again.

“Holy shit, why the fuck did I have a square nose? Is my head really that big? Oh my god, how the fuck did I not die laughing?” You choke out as tears of laughter stream down your face.

“Honestly princess if you don’t get a huge green dress like that, I’ll be heartbroken – honestly sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

The giggles only get worse after seeing his portrait of Gojo.

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Everything Will Bring a Chain of Love

Request: "It would be so fun if you name it after me!" "No, it wouldn't." where it’s one of the Greyhounds other than Jamie trying to convince Roy and the wife of your choosing

I already miss Roy and Bucky, so this is a little blurb about their sweet future together!

0.8k words Warnings: Language, pregnancy, absolute fluffffffffffff

Something There Masterlist

“To Baby Kent!” Jamie called out at the end of his little speech- the one Roy begged him not to do and Bucky insisted on- and raised his glass.

“Baby Kent!” everyone gathered in the Kents’ backyard echoed, amid shouts of laugher and little cheers.

It was a bit of an unconventional baby shower, Roy admitted to himself. Rather than a party populated by women in summery dresses sipping lemonade and cooing over baby clothes, Bucky’s baby shower was attended by athletes who drank beers and took the shower games a bit too seriously.

Roy turned to his wife now, wrapping an arm around her. “How is Baby Kent?” he hummed as he pressed a kiss to her temple.

Bucky smiled and dragged Roy’s hand down to her round belly. “Kicking up a storm,” she said with a playful eyeroll. “She’s already training for the 2040 Olympics.”

“I am never going to win an argument again,” he growled playfully, “when both of you have Olympic gold.”

Her laughter warmed his heart. “Would you have it any other way, Kent?”

Before Roy could assure her that no, he absolutely fucking wouldn’t, the couple found themselves dragged over to a corner of the yard where several Greyhounds and Whippets were gathered. Roy felt got a fuzzy little feeling in his chest as he gazed at the assembled group, his weird little family. This was the life he and Bucky had built together, a life filled with these big smiles from people who were tied together by a love of football. A life where these same people came over for dinners, travelled to matches and holidays together, and now came to his and his wife’s baby shower. It was something he wouldn’t have imagined before Bucky, and something he now couldn’t imagine his life without.

Isaac spoke up, interrupting Roy’s musings. “Alright, we’re tired of waiting,” he announced. “Coach Buck said you guys still don’t have a name for Baby Kent, so we’ve come up with some ideas for you guys.”

“Oh, this should be good,” Bucky snorted, tugging Roy close to herself. Roy simply chuckled and wrapped his arms around her.

The group took turns offering up their ideas- foreign names neither manager could pronounce, trendy names that the couple had already privately wrinkled their noses at, book and movie characters that meant nothing to them. Every suggestion was met with polite nods and tight smiles from the new parents, both secretly waiting to be alone so they could tell the other one little word: “No.”

Finally, Dani stepped forward, looking particularly proud. “Dani,” he said simply.

Bucky shot Roy a quizzical look before turning back to the Greyhound. “That’s your name,” she reminded him.

“I know,” he chuckled, all smiles and sunshine. “It would be so fun if you name her after me!”

“No,” Roy said flatly. “It wouldn’t.” His voice brightened. “Besides, she’s already got a name.”

Before the group could ask what it was, Bucky whirled around to look at Roy with narrowed eyes. “Oh, she does, does she, Coach?” the very pregnant coach scoffed at her husband.

The footballers braced themselves for a fight, remembering the bickering they’d witnessed before the two managers finally got together. They were ready for the shouts and swears, and a good heaping of sexual tension. A few of them were already grimacing at the memories of the arguments that echoed around the Dog Track during those first tumultuous months.

“’course she does,” Roy hummed, reaching down to rub Buck’s belly. “It’s Brandi. For Brandi Chastain,” he clarified unnecessarily.

There it was, that wide, red-lipped smile, the one that still sent Roy’s heart into overdrive. She wrapped her arms around Roy, pulling him as close as her stomach would allow. He chuckled and returned the embrace tightly.

“We like the name?” he whispered into her hair, allowing himself to forget about the fact that their teams were watching them. All he wanted to think about right now- alright forever- was his little family.

Bucky pulled back, revealing the tears in her eyes- a rare sight. “We fucking love the name,” she assured him. She tugged him towards herself so she could kiss his lips. “She’s got no choice but to wear the number six now.”

The two held each other, lost in their little world, thinking of the precious little girl that would be coming soon, whose first word would be ‘fuck’, who’d be kicking a football the moment she could walk, who’d grow up on the pitch, with the loudest parents in the world. A little girl who would be so loved- by her parents, by two football squads- it was ridiculous.

Dani cleared his throat, bringing the new parents out of their daydreams. “Or,” he said pointedly. “Maybe we could revisit the name Dani?”

[missannwinchester]

Not Stupid, Joel x Reader SMUT

EXPLICIT content

Adults only

+18

I think it can be read as a standalone fanfic, but here are links to:

Part 1 - Pretty Face, Cherry Chapstick

Part 2 - Pretty Face, Forgiven

Summary: Reader finds herself in an unusual situation aka Joel’s too tired to fuck you

Warnings: dark!joel, swearing, mentions of violence, humiliation, cock riding

You were sitting in an armchair in the living room, playing lazily with the tv remote. You were trying to pay attention to a soap opera that was on, a glass of cool lemonade in your left hand. The past few days were very warm, even though it was just the beginning of spring, and you were happy that you could start the lemonade season early this year.

You heard a hustle in the front yard and then a jingle of keys and you turned your head towards the door, waiting for Joel to come inside.

“Hey! I’m home, pretty face!” He called out and you smiled at him.

“Hey,” you responded. “How was work?”

“Tiring, what do you think?” He growled as he walked up to the kitchen sink, and washed his dusty face in ice cold water. “Fuck, it was so hot today, I swear it felt like summer,” he told you.

“I know,” you admitted. “I made lemonade,” you said, gesturing to the kitchen counter where you had put a jug of fresh lemonade.

“Fuck, yes!” 

Joel walked up to the counter and drank a little over a half of whatever was left in the jug.

“That’s exactly what I needed,” he muttered and you smiled, happy that he liked it.

You knew his job was very hard and that he worked multiple hours in the scorching heat of the day that took everyone by surprise.

Joel dragged himself to the couch and laid down on it with a loud groan.

“Fuck,” he cussed and you could swear you heard his joints cracking. “I’m so fucking tired,” he complained and closed his eyes, sighing loudly.

“Well since you’re so tired I’ll warm up the casserole for you,” you decided and got up from the armchair.

“No, I ate something already,” he said. “I bet it’s delicious though, I’ll try it tomorrow,” he promised.

“You’re standing so close to the fridge, pretty face, can you fetch me a beer?”

“Sure.” “And there should be some whiskey left in that bottom cabinet,” he told you and you rummaged through that cabinet to find an almost empty whiskey bottle. 

You had no idea why all of his stashed bottles were nearly empty or where they were when they were still full. You handed him what he had requested and he had taken a few sips emptying the whiskey bottle before he popped the beer open. You took a few steps away from him to pour yourself the rest of the lemonade and you sipped on it as you put the jug into the sink.

“Fuck, your ass looks so good in those pants,” he muttered quietly from the couch and you turned around to face him only to see his hand tugging at his crotch to adjust his jeans. 

You smiled widely and tucked your hair behind your ear, still not able to take a compliment after all this time spent with Joel.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me, pretty face? Or should I say pretty ass?” He asked and you walked up to the couch and sat on the edge.

You reached out to caress his rough stubble and leaned down to give him a peck on the lips.

“You can show me what I’m doing to you,” you whispered, your face just inches away from his.

“Fuck, I wish I could move,” he sighed. “But you know, pretty face… There’s something you could do. Do you wanna be a good slut for me tonight?” He asked and he grabbed your chin, squeezing to pucker your lips. 

You tried to nod, but his hand was bruising your jaw making it hard to move.

“Alright, here’s what you're gonna do, pretty face. Take off your clothes for me and ride my dick,” he instructed, letting go of you, harshly pushing you away from him.

“Take care of me tonight,” he added.

You were a little startled by his request, but you obediently reached for the hem of your T-shirt and wanted to pull it over your head, but Joel’s unhappy sigh stopped you.

“Not like that, stand up! Strip in a sexy way,” he explained and you stood up, suddenly not feeling very confident.

“In a sexy way?” You repeated.

“What, are you deaf now? Come on, it ain’t hard,” he rushed you.

You looked at him uncertainly, not knowing why you were suddenly nervous. Joel had seen you naked on multiple occasions before. You were always naked even though he’d only take his pants off. Sometimes you’d walk around the house naked so what you were feeling didn’t make any sense to you. You watched him unbutton his jeans and you felt a familiar urge to please him that made your fingers trace the hem of your T-shirt once again and you slowly took it off. You fiddled with the soft fabric because you weren’t sure what else to do and you placed the piece of clothing on an armrest of the armchair.

“Fuck, are you stupid? Are you gonna fold it now?” Joel mocked you. “Maybe carry it to the closet upstairs! Fuck you, woman, who knew watching you undress would be such a turn off?”

You weren’t sure why, after so many different things he said to you over the years, but this hurt. More than bruises he would leave on your delicate cheek, more than that bite mark which left a scar under your breast, more than any other insult you heard him say. You knew he found you sexy and that you could cheer him up letting him fuck you, hearing him say the sight of you was a turn off made you feel like something was taken away from you. The whole situation was out of your comfort zone. For the first time it wasn't Joel’s hands that were about to undress you, for the first time he wasn’t hovering over you, or yanking on your clothes or pressing himself against you. For the first time he fully trusted you to be in charge. You had hoped he’d be at least a little understanding. You had hoped you wouldn’t have felt like you were lost. Like you weren’t waiting for his strong hands to manhandle you into whatever position he wanted to use you in.

“I’m trying,” you finally choked out.

“Well, try harder,” he said firmly. “Imagine there’s music playing, I don’t know! Put on a show, come on.”

You adjusted your hair so that it would fall down your shoulder in soft waves and you took a deep breath, trying to focus on his unzipped pants.

You put your hands on your bra wishing it wasn’t one of the comfortable ones and you slid your hands down your body until you reached the waistband of your sweatpants. That’s when you stopped and turned around. He said your ass looked pretty so that’s what he’d have to look at. You tugged the sweatpants down to reveal your gray, cotton panties. You kicked the pants away from you and put your hands on your hips. You heard a groan behind you and you turned around to see his dick was already in his palm. You guessed you weren’t an eyesore after all. You didn’t know what got into you, but the bra you took off landed right on Joel’s chest. He looked surprised too, but he didn’t say anything.

There you were, standing in the middle of the living room in just your underwear and you turned around once again so that he could see your ass cheeks. You placed your hands flat on your lower back and moved them down, fingers sliding inside your panties. You could hear Joel’s heavy breathing and you smiled to yourself. Finally, when you were fully naked, you stood right next to the couch and you squeezed one of your legs between the back of the couch and Joel’s thick thigh, hovering over him. He was clearly pleased with how things were turning out and you managed to find the courage to grab his hand which was lazily travelling up and down his shaft. You wrapped your fingers around his wrist and placed his hand on the back of your thigh. You had no idea what to do to play into his fantasy, but he told you to try harder. So that was what you did.

You took his other hand and placed it above his head. His hard member was lined up against his stomach and you moved your hips, wetting it with your juices. Joel groaned and his hand pinched your thigh. You rocked your hips a few times eliciting a few more moans from him. Then, you took him in in one smooth move, arching your back, marveling at how good it felt to be stretched by him. Placing your fingers on your clit you started rubbing it while rolling your hips, riding him.

Joel couldn’t stop groaning, it was as if he was too tired to control himself. His eyes were closed, even his hand slid down from your leg to rest along his body. He was bucking his hips instinctively, but he really looked as if he couldn’t move. You leaned down a little, trying to get into a more comfortable position and your nipples brushed against his T-shirt.

He opened his eyes lazily, letting out another low moan. Your face was level with his, your hands on both sides of his head. You were breathing heavily, the noises he was making were going straight up to your core.

“You like it, pretty face?” he asked huskily.

“Do you like it?” You responded with a question.

Feeling like his words were an encouragement, your hand travelled up his neck and rested against his cheek for a second before your thumb moved under his chin. You squeezed his cheeks until his wet lips made a soft “pop” and you leaned down to kiss him.

You slid your tongue inside to touch his, thinking about how he tasted like the beer you had handed him before. He let you fully dominate the kiss and you gasped into his mouth, still working your clit, still fucking yourself on his long, You never broke the kiss for too long, chasing your release as his cock kept hitting all the right places inside you, your fingers massaging your clit. You felt a wave of pleasure soar through you and Joel groaned, feeling your walls clenching around him.

“Mmm fuck,” he chuckled when your lips let go of his and started planting wet kisses along his jawline. “Stupid slut, do you really think you can pull this off?”

You knew he was talking about the way you grabbed his face, trying to do what he loved doing to you.

“You need confidence, a spark to pull this off,” he continued in a quiet, tired voice. “All you have to your name is that stupid, pretty face of yours.”

You wanted him to stop talking. You tried harder. And that’s where it got you. All the excitement you felt before trying “his” move was gone now, replaced by embarrassment. You didn’t understand why he made you do this and still laughed at your attempts to figure this situation out.

“What are you gonna do next, hmm? Fuck, try to slap me, I’m too tired to stop you, pretty face,” he admitted between grunts. “So pretty and so fucking stupid.”

You were on the verge of tears. You shouldn’t have missed him all day. You should have gone upstairs as soon as he walked through that door.

You felt his hands wrapped around you tightly and he grunted a few times, lifting his hips involuntarily. Your face was pressed flat against his clothed chest as he pulled you close and you felt his seed spilling inside you.

A single tear ran down your cheek and disappeared in the cotton fabric. Joel hummed in content and you felt soft vibrations in his chest. With his arms still around you, you couldn’t pull yourself off of him, you just laid on his chest wishing this had never happened. You could hear his heart slowing down and his breathing even out and you bit your lip, trying not to cry.

“I’m not stupid,” you whispered, thinking he’s asleep.

You felt one of his hands move up to the back of the couch, searching for something and a while later you felt a blanket thrown messily at your naked back.

“Why are you still here?” He asked, caressing your back.

“What?”

“Why haven’t you left me?”

“Because I love you,” you said through the tears.

“See? It ain’t smart, pretty face.”

“Would you rather I left you? Do you want to end things with me?” You sobbed.

“Fuck, no,” he said, his fingers tracing your spine lazily. “But that’s different.”

“What?”

“I need you. But you sure as fuck don’t need me,” he confessed and his strong arms pulled you even closer to his chest.

Thank you for reading 

~missannwinchester

[autism0fadown]

Spoilers for season 2 ep 49 - Halo Reach //////below the cut///////

(In case anyone is worried, none of this is negative)

Im sorry but i genuinely could not take this ep seriously-

I went into this ep nervous af bc i thought it was gonna be angsty n shit and i thought Normal would just break down COMPLETELY because he JUST learned that he was the reason why they had to enact code purple, and now he let Willy into heaven, leading him RIGHT where he needed to be. BUT NO-

YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT THE EP WAS LIKE???

Link names a heaven dolphin Grillmaster

We find out that one of the dolphins named Chester has a wife named Julia who has a friend with benefits named Porpy

Anthony asks if Link or Normal have Speak With Animals amd Matthew says “I mean, i have speak with these animals… they’re my boys”

The cast goes on a two minute spiel on whether or not Henry floated into space

Beth makes a joke about Mercedes Oak Garcia dying bc she drank charged lemonade (the Panera lemonade that “allegedly” killed 2 ppl bc it has so much caffeine)

Taylor breaks Lark’s ankle because he tried to do a fucking flip when trying to grab onto Lark

We get this amazing interaction with Anthony and Beth:

“I roll 15 d6, ok… 44 damage”

“ok cool, so what does that do to you?”

“It damage me 44…”

The last thing they hear from Taylor is “Did you guys see my flip!?” As he gets taken to heaven by a giant eyeball

Link goes to catch Taylor from falling because he wants to “catch him like a sweet prince” then he turns and walks away as Lark plummets to the floor (im not that much of a swiftli shipper, but u guys stay winning)

We learn that Normal was the one who was commenting “you should put more feet” and “you should put feet in ice cream” on Links foot/soccer drawings

Link, Normal, and Lark spend like 4 minutes trying to make a human-levitation boot ladder to reach scary but it ends up failing

Scary disguises herself as a kid from her school and convinces Willy, who is LITERALLY GOD, that she is in fact a boy named Larry the Science Kid who is on his side

And thats just what i REMEMBER (or bothered to go back and listen to). And i remember hearing people talk about how unserious this season is or how it feels like this season is completely unhinged, and i didn’t get it. But i recently started re-listening to the first season while i was waiting for this episode to come out, and when it finally did i felt like i was completely thrown for a loop. This season is so insane compared to season one, and i don’t mean this as a bad thing, but the series has changed so much.

And I now am beginning to see the absolute absurd shit that happens in this season and how put together s1 was. But i honestly think its funny how weird this season was and its nice just seeing the group get to do fun goofy shit as teens

[wheredafandomat]

Never gonna get it // P2

<<P1

Housemate! Loki x female reader

18+ | adult themes, drugs etc, tiny bit of smut, Loki is a pinecone from all that pining

You rested back against Bucky, taking a pull of his blunt as he brought it to your lips before you exhaled. He did the same, pressing a kiss to your neck after he exhaled. He wrapped his arm tighter around you, continuing to kiss your neck as you giggled. He presented the blunt again but you refused this time.

“What’s wrong baby?” He asked.

“I’m just thinking.” You answered.

“Thinking about what?”

“The fact that a few weeks ago you wouldn’t even look in my direction and yet look at us now.” You shrugged, taking the blunt from between his fingers and having a drag. You couldn’t deny how piqued your confidence was tonight, especially after your earlier encounter with Loki, there must have been something very special about you.

“And that’s a bad thing?” Bucky queried confused.

“What changed?” You ventured.

Bucky turned all his attention to you as he ran a hand up your leg, spreading your thighs slightly as he continued his ascent before grinning.

“The fact that I can’t feel any panties.”

“What else?” You smiled, wanting to hear more. Maybe it was the fact that you had changed your hair or your newfound confidence.

“Your little skirts.” He smirked causing your smile to fall a little.

“What else Bucky?”

“Ummm—” he faltered, unsure how to answer.

“For fuck sake.” You finally sighed, getting off of him.

“Baby?” He called after you as you stormed off. Your body, that was clearly all he wanted.

You eventually made your way back home, slamming the door closed as you entered before heading to the kitchen. You opened the cupboard, grabbing a glass and putting it on the side whilst you fetched some vodka. You poured the vodka into the glass, mixing it with a splash of lemonade before leaning against the counter and bringing the glass to your lips. As you drank, you noticed a note on top of a pot on the stove. You put the glass down, reading the note.

Help yourself

You smiled to yourself, remembering your earlier interaction with Loki as you finished your drink. You wondered what he liked about you, if he did like you or if he, like Bucky, only wanted your body. You stared at the note, reading the words over and over as you questioned his intentions. Finally, you slammed your glass down, letting your questioning mind get the better of you. You made your way to his room, knocking the door as you pushed it open. Loki gasped, sitting up in the bed, eyes wide.

“I wasn’t doing anything.” He insisted, raising his hands.

“Aaaand my thongs are gone.” You smiled, looking at the doorknob. Loki cleared his throat awkwardly, remembering how he dashed off of the bed and tore them from the doorknob earlier on.

“I was only on my phone, I wasn’t doing anything. My hands are clean I—” he began.

“You cooked.” You interrupted.

“Yeah, pasta” he smiled “I saved you some.”

“Thank you.” You replied, matching his smile as you looked at one another. A comfortable silence settled between you both as you stayed looking at each other before you broke it. “Loki?”

“Mhm.” He answered, gesturing for you to sit on his bed.

“Do you think I’m sexy?” You asked once you had sat down, immediately regretting the question.

“God yes” he replied instantly before realising his eagerness “um, yes I do.” He added calmly. Nodding, you looked away from him. Loki sat slightly confused as he watched you before hearing you sniffle. “Y/n?” He spoke, reaching out to touch your shoulder before you moved away from him.

“Is that all guys ever think about, sex?”

“Most of the time” he mumbled under his breath “y/n, did something happen tonight?”

Sighing, you decided to explain yourself.

“A guy I kind of liked basically said he only wants me for my body and now I’m wondering if that’s all I’m good for.”

“Y/n, no” Loki began, turning you around to face him as he cupped your cheeks, wiping the tears that had fallen with his thumbs “you’re beautiful, you’re funny, you’re smart and if it’s any conciliation, I like you for a lot more than just your body.”

You smiled in response, barely realising what he had actually said.

“Thank you.” You spoke, leaning in and planting a kiss on Lokis cheek before standing up and offering him your hand. “Join me for pasta.”

“There’s barely any left, I was really hungry earlier on.” He declined making your face fall. You didn’t want the pasta, strangely you just wanted his company. “Buuut, I could always just watch you eat.” He countered, seeing your expression.

Soon after, Loki was leaning against the kitchen counter tucking into some pasta as you poured yourself another drink.

“Maybe you should pace yourself.” He suggested, noticing the quantities you were using.

“I was planning to get drunk tonight and I can still see straight.” You shrugged, grabbing the bowl out of his hands and replacing it with a drink, nodding up at him, prompting him to drink it. Loki tilted his head back, drinking some of the drink before sputtering.

“Bloody hell, is there any lemonade in that at all?” He gasped causing you to laugh.

“Do you still have that stash?” You asked, batting your eyelashes.

“What stash?”

“I’m not silly Loki, I know you smoke.”

“Only occasionally, it helps me to relax.” He explained.

“Whatever, just take me to the stash.”

After a while, you and Loki found yourselves sitting on the garden furniture on the rooftop balcony. It was nice up there, especially with the help of Lokis stash. Noticing Loki looking at you, a small smile spread across your face.

“What are you thinking Loki?” You asked.

“Can I be truthful?”

“Mm.” You hummed.

“You’re really pretty.” He admitted causing you to giggle as you turned towards him.

“You’re really pretty too.” You complimented, poking his cheek, Loki poking yours back in return. Turning your head, you caught his finger in your mouth causing Loki to watch your movements intently. Slowly you let his finger go, eyes on Lokis hooded ones.

“That’s so sexy.” He mumbled, biting his lip.

“What is?” You asked, feigning innocence as Lokis eyes dipped to your lips. Leaning in, you decided to kiss him. This Intoxicating mixture always made you horny. Loki cupped your cheek, deepening the kiss, groaning into it as you bit his lip. You stayed like that for a while, kissing, moaning and groaning as your hands ran over one another. Lokis hand was in your hair, tugging it gently as your hand moved down his chest, cupping his bulge.

“Fuck.” He cursed as you ran your hand up and down it, lips moving to his neck. Loki started thrusting his hips up into your hand as you nibbled on his earlobe. Your lips moved back to his as he kissed you with a newfound affection, sucking your tongue. “Fuck fuck fuck.” He panted, breaking the kiss before cumming in his pants. That was unexpected. You smiled lazily at Loki as he stared down at the mess he had no doubt made of himself.

“Night Loki.” You winked, standing up, ready to go on a date with your bed and fully charged vibrator.

“But—”

“Good night, and thanks.” You said again, kissing him on top of his head before leaving.

“You are killing me y/n.” he spoke to himself, watching you walk away, your dress lifting slightly in the breeze. He knew you didn’t have any underwear on. “Killing me.”

Omg finally another parttt 😁😁 it seems Lokis never gonna get it 🤣

I wanna also say a hugeee thank you for all the birthday messages a couple of days ago it honestly meant a lottt. I’m so upset that I’m home now without my night manager 😭 it’s fine because I’ll return later this year and claim him 🤣🤣 now it’s time for me to catch up on the fics and things I’ve missed! I’m so excited!! Arghhh!

Tags:

@lokisninerealms @lokiprompts @mischief2sarawr @lulubelle814 @lokisgoodgirl @mochie85 @eyesbluelikethetitanic @vickie5446 @mcufan72 @fictive-sl0th @peaches1958 @lokilvrr @evelyn-kingsley @strangelockd @xorpsbane @lovingchoices14

[diamondzoey]

More bug army incorrect quotes!

Korey: What are you guys playing? 
Duarte : Go Fish. 
Korey: That’s a nice, safe game. 
Korey: But don’t you need cards? 
Duarte : Where do you keep the spear gun?

Azren: Oh, so when crows remember people who wronged them and hold grudges, it’s “intelligent” and “really cool”. 
Azren: But when I do it, I’m “petty” and “need to let it go”.

Raine: The joy of hanging out with Korey. You look away for 5 seconds to make sure something is set up correctly, and they bite the tip of a marker off.

Victor : My assistance will be an act of beneviolence. 
Joan: ...Don’t you mean benevolence? 
Victor : No.

Lamia(jemma’s inner demon) : I wouldn’t wish that upon my worse enemy! 
Lamia : Unless of course. . We’re talking about my enemy, calamity . Fuck you Calamity , you know what you did!

(I feel like those two would have a love hate relationship at times)

Malachi: Snow got me feeling some type of way. 
Vincent : That's hypothermia. Malachi: Damn, the paramedics told me it was the magic of Christmas.

Vincent , watching Korey and Lucy fight:Are you sure they should be fighting? What if they get hurt?


Raine, not bothered by the chaos: It’s fine. They’re too evenly matched to hurt each other.


Vincent : Then... who’s the strongest out of you three?


Korey: Raine. 
Lucy : Raine. 
Raine: Me.

Victor: I apologize for saying 'fuck' in front of Sammy. 
Jemma: You just said it again. 
Sammy:
Victor: I am not a role model.

Lucy : I’ve done a lot of dumb stuff. 
Chester : I witnessed the dumb stuff. 
Amber: I recorded the dumb stuff. 
Malachi: I joined you in the dumb stuff. 
Victor : I TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF!

Duarte , after having a nosebleed: Welp. Time to wash the blood off my hands.

Easton: If I had a face like yours, I'd put it on a wall and throw a brick at it. 
Victor : If I had a face like YOURS, I'd put it on a brick and throw a wall at it.

Bloodmoon!Azren when he takes flirting advice from calamity: Are you an F5 key? Because that face is refreshing. 
Bloodmoon!Jemma who’s killing a hunter: Are you a software update? because not right now.

(Me in the background dying of laughter)

Amber: Azren ! I thought you were dead! 
Azren : No, just in deep cover. 
Amber: ...But it was an open casket. 
Azren : It was very deep.

Korey: Swear words are illegal now. If you say one you'll be fined.

Victor : Heck.

Korey: You're on thin fucking ice.

Korey: Oh no-

East: Today at 7 am, Duarte poured a Monster energy drink in their coffee, said "I'm going to die" and drank the whole thing. 
Korey: I watched Duarte brew their coffee with Monster instead of water. Three cups in two hours. I think they ascended into the astral realm. 
Azren: The survivability of the human race never fails to amaze me.

*Korey is cleaning the house and they find an empty bottle of orange juice* 
Korey: Clear orange juice? 
Korey: Oh, it's empty. 
Marco, who has been watching the entire time: I live with an idiot. I live with an idiot. I live with an idiot.

Vincent : In your opinion, what is the height of stupidity? 
Chester , turning to Victor : How tall are you?

Chester : When life gives you lemons, what do you do? 
Korey: Make lemonade! 
Chester : No, throw them back up in the sky and make life deal with it’s own shit.

A/n: I hope you enjoy and if your bug is out of character than I’m sorry

Bugs in this one

Duarte- @puffin-smoke

Azren- @strayharmony943

Easton- @itsargyle

Chester- @not-5-rats

Vincent & Victor- @littlesiren79

Amber- @astralbulldragon13

Lucy- @castbracelet240

Malachi- @stxph-artist

Korey- @rozeliyawashereyall

Sammy- @ccstiles

Raine- @willowve01

[luulapants]

At this year's family holiday party, I heard two stories about my grandma (who died before I was born) that I'd never heard before.

The first was from my uncle: "One day, when I was maybe six years old, a Black man came riding down our street on a bicycle, calling out, 'Get your knives and scissors sharpened!' He had the big stone on the back of his bike for sharpening. And, of course, the neighborhoods were all segregated back then, and all of the neighbors started closing their doors and windows, and some of them were shouting and cursing at him, shouting, 'Get the fuck out of here!' and the N-word.

"And my mom saw this, and she went out front and waved her arms and yelled, 'Over here! Come over here, I've got some knives that need sharpening!' She pulled out a couple of folding chairs and she told me to go in the house and get some knives and some lemonade. She told the man to sit down and relax and have something to drink. Then she stood out on the edge of the lawn with her hands on her hips and looked from one neighbor's house to the next, because she knew who'd been shouting those things, and she just glared at them long and hard, like she was daring them to come say something to her. We all sat out there on the front lawn and drank lemonade together while he sharpened our knives."

The second story was from my dad: "I'd forgotten about this story for years, but it came back to me recently. I couldn't have been more than four years old. My older brother and I broke into the neighbor's garage and wrecked it, and my mom caught us. She was furious and screaming at us bloody murder. I remember thinking, I'll do something cute to make her feel better. And Little Rascals was on TV then, and there was a cute kid that said, 'Okie!' so that's what I said.

"She snapped. She started beating the hell out of me, and it just went on and on, she just kept hitting me, and the next thing I knew, I was in my bed. She'd beat me unconscious."

Both stories are true.

My grandma's mother's used to hit her with a hot curling iron. My grandma was a WWII army nurse and a man she loved more than my grandpa died in the war. My grandma never wanted kids, but the Catholic church forbade contraceptives, and she had eight. Her third baby almost died because the post-war housing projects were built so poorly, their house couldn't stay warm in the winter. She would stay up all night holding the baby by the fire and rubbing him to keep him from freezing. When that child was four years old, she beat him unconscious.

I see so many people that struggle to reconcile the fact that great good and great evil can exist in one person. Or that a victim can be a villain. They want people to be simple. They're not. Just because you know the heroic face of a person doesn't mean they don't have a monstrous one. Just because you know the monster doesn't mean they've never been the hero. There's no easy summation of any person. They're just people.