#But also like. SCREAMS SO FUCKING LOUD AND IT EXPLODES YOU.

[spacemountainvanity]

i love being a fan of a smaller band because you get the benefit of tickets being way cheaper than a worldwide or even nationally famous band but on the other hand you have the downside that they Do not tour.

[rockintapper]

ummmm. blorbo cover time

cecils voiceclaim made by the ✨illustrious✨ @watashime-ciel [UPROARIOUS CHEERING AND APPLAUSE]

[casssmalefantasy]

tampa nights & trophy hands - paige bueckers x reader!

s: after watching paige lead uconn to a natty win, you’re stuck between pride and want. paige looks too good with that trophy, that net, and those whispers in your ear. back at the hotel, once the crowd fades, she shows you how she planned to finish it — just for you.

w: smut / 18+ content, explicit sexual content, soft dom paige, making out, fingering (receiving + giving), suggestive dialogue, praise, slight alcohol mention, language

word count: 2.6K

author’s note: it’s my first story so be kind please! also request are open! comment if ya want <3

the arena in tampa was loud, but my heart was louder. there were less than two minutes left on the clock, and the game was already out of reach for south carolina. i was standing in the family section, surrounded by screams and chants and a blur of blue and white, but all i could see was paige.

geno had just called for a substitution. i watched as she walked off the court slowly, clear sweat glistening down her neck. he pulled her into a hug, and immediately i see her shoulder relax as she falls into them; all of her emotions hitting her at once. paige was never one to cry publicly, but it was more then just her winning the championship, it was the journey she went through to get here.

all those nights she sat in bed wondering if she’d ever win a championship. all of the injuries, every doubt, every headline that told her she couldn’t. watching her wrap her arms around geno, i felt like i was watching someone finally take a breath after drowning for years. i blinked back tears.

my girlfriend was about to win a national championship.

the buzzer hadn’t even sounded yet, but the victory was written all over her. in the way she walked, in the way she smiled. i thought as the clock ran out about the long conversations we had this season. late night phone calls while she was away for games about the pressure, she carried being “paige bueckers at uconn.” she didn’t just want this for the team. she needed this for herself.

the clock hit zero.

the crowd exploded. bodies flew off the bench, confetti rained down, and the team ran into each other’s arms, bringing kaitlyn down as they celebrated. i pushed my way down the seats onto the court, my chest aching with pride.

and then i saw her.

standing on the court with the trophy in her hand, jersey untucked, head tilted back laughing. her hair stuck to her skin in places, but she looked like something out of a dream. her hands gripped the base of the trophy so perfectly, i couldn’t help but stare. something about the way her fingers flexed around it, the strength in her arms did something to me.

and god did she look fucking good.

i knew i wasn’t going to be able to go to her immediately, considering she was pulled away straight after to do an interview. while watching her do her interviews i saw that confident smirk on her face, that i’d seen a million times before, but never like this. not as a champion.

finally, after what felt like forever, she made her way toward me. when she saw me, her whole face softened. like everything else melted away. she didn’t say anything at first, just pulled me into her arms and held me so tightly i could barely breathe. i buried my face into her shoulder, the smell of sweat, victory, and her cologne clouding my thoughts.

“thank you,” she whispered, voice thick with emotion. “for what?” i asked, already feeling tears build in my throat. “for everything,” she said, pulling back to look me in the eyes. “for believing in me when i didn’t believe in myself. for reminding me who the fuck i am.”

i cupped her face and kissed her forehead, slow and gentle. “you’ve always been one of the best players to play here uconn, paige. i just helped you see it.” her lip quirked up, eyes glinting with something darker now. “and now that i got this natty…”

her hand slipped down to my waist, fingers pressing into my hip. “i need you to let me show you how grateful i am. back at the hotel.” “yeah?” i said, already feeling her thumb trace slow circles against the fabric of my jersey.

“yeah,” she said, eyes low. “you look good in my jersey, cheering my name. i’ve been thinking about you all game.”

“baby, you had a whole championship to win,” i teased.

she leaned in, brushing her lips against my ear.“and now i want you in that hotel room. legs shaking. calling my name.”

i swallowed hard, heartbeat pounding. “okay,” i breathed, already imagining how the rest of the night would go.

✦ ✧ ✦

later that night, the hotel suite in tampa was packed with people — teammates, family, staff, everyone there to cerebrate the win. someone had connected a speaker to a playlist full of old r&b and early 2000s rap, and half the room was offbeat dancing while the other half hovered around the drinks and snacks. the net from the basketball hoop after their win around paige’s neck, that she hadn't taken it off since they cut it down.

i was standing next to ice while she was live on instagram in front of the ping pong table where paige and sarah were locked in a dramatic-ass showdown. paige’s eyes narrowed like this was another title game. ice ends the live shortly after, afraid that paige might say something crazy.

“she really actin’ like this is the wnba finals,” ice said, “girl losing 7–4.”

i laughed, eyes locked on paige, watching the way her shoulders flexed under that blue t-shirt, a lil damp from the humidity and her postgame champagne buzz. the shirt clung to her stomach, lifting slightly when she moved, flashing a sliver of toned abs. her hat was still backwards, and the net swung every time she lunged.

“and you still staring,” ice teased, nudging me.

“can you blame me?” i said. “she got a whole championship ring and still talking shit like she in gym class.”

“baby,” paige called across the table after failing to hit the ping pong, not even looking at me, “don’t listen to ice. i’m warming up, trust.”

“the score is literally , 9–4,” sarah laughed.

“nah you cheating and i’m about to sweep you,” paige snapped back, tongue poking out as she served again.

and somehow, she clawed her way back point by point. sarah slipped up just once and paige pounced, scoring the last shot with a yell. she pointed her paddle right at us. “see how i won? i’m like that.”

“you were down the whole game,” i said, grinning as she strutted over. “ but i still won” she leaned down and kissed me, palm pressed to my cheek. “it’s just what champions do.”

the net bumped against my chest as she kissed me again, a little slower this time. i felt her fingers grip just enough to make my breath catch.

“you feelin’ me right now?” she murmured, too quiet for anyone but me to hear.

“always.” i reply way too quickly for my liking, but i didn’t care. she looked at me through her lashes, smirked. “then let’s go. right now.”

✦ ✧ ✦

she was a little drunk — not sloppy, just loose, glowy, but by the time we got back to our hotel room, she’d sobered just enough. the door closed and the air immediately shifted.

“come here,” she said.

i walked toward her, and she wasted no time. she slid her hands and kissed me like she missed me, like she hadn’t just been with me all day, like the win wasn’t enough until she had me too

“you’re still wearing this stupid net,” i whispered as she backed me toward the bed.

“and i’m not takin’ it off,” she said against my mouth.

her lips trailed down my neck, fingers pulling at my waistband, tugging until my shorts were on the floor. she dropped to her knees, hands hooked around my thighs, and looked up with those bright, focused blue eyes like she was about to go into game.

“lay down,” she said, voice low, already pulling my underwear down. i could barely breathe, watching her kiss the inside of my thigh, then drag her tongue all the way up. she didn’t rush— just teased me, her tongue circling slow, mouth hot and steady until i was arching into her.

“paige please” i say and that’s all it took for her to give in.

her hands gripped my hips, while she continued to eat me out.

“fuck, paige—right there—”

“mmh baby,” she whispered, licking deeper. “let me take care of you.”

i was already so close, already being wet from looking at her earlier. she kept pressing her tongue faster and deeper in me.

“paige i’m gonna-“

“i know baby. cum for me.” she says as she fingers me deep.

“fuck paige.” i moan as her name falls out of my mouth

“just like that mama.” paige says with a smirk on her face.

when i finally relaxed, she crawled up my body, her shirt was still on, damp with sweat now. i pulled it over her head and dropped it somewhere behind us.

“your turn,” i breathed, kissing down her chest, tracing every freckle, every scar, every inch of her that i’d missed while she was too busy leading the team.

“yeah?, go ahead baby.” she said, her voice breathless, body already grinding into mine like she couldn’t help it. i take off her sweatpants and slid my hand between her legs, felt how wet she already was, and smiled.

“who did this to you hmm?” i say as i slip two fingers inside her slow. she gasped, eyes fluttering.

“you already know who did baby.”

“do i?,” i teased.

“stop teasing me mama,” she moaned, hips meeting my hand.

i added more pressure to her clit, as i curled my fingers in her. i kissed down her stomach until it reached her pussy, already wet waiting for me. i eat her out as she tangles her fingers in my hair, her thighs shaking around me.

“fuck baby just like that” moans spilling like praise. i kept going as i started to play with her boobs.

“don’t stop,” she said, almost whining.

i didn’t. i kept flicking and sucking my tongue, while letting her grind against my face until she came hard, clutching the sheets.

“fuck baby. my god.”

she pulled me up after, wrapped me in her arms, our legs tangled, the net still brushing against my skin.

we stayed there for a while, breathing together, quiet and warm.

“you’re my everything,” she whispered.

“so are you,” i said, kissing her forehead.

outside, tampa buzzed. inside, she was mine.

[taintedcigs]

can’t stop thinking about firefighter steve x chief’s daughter and it’s your fault </3333

— switched

firefighter!steve harrington x reader.

CAN'T STOP WON'T STOP... I AM SORRY!!!... also ignore my lazy caption i cant find anything better woops... warnings: MINORS DNI!!! just filthy piv smut, maybe a bit of mean!steve, some dirty talk and DUH switch!steve and switch!reader bc i can't help myself. </3 wc: 1.1k+

But seriously imagine Steve with Captain's daughter... you meet him when your dad takes you down to the station, and of course, Steve charming Harrington lays (or at least tries to) the moves on you the SECOND he meets you, and sure enough, captain WARNS him to stay away from you.

Not realizing forbidden fruit is much more juicy when it's prohibited. and it quickly turns into a dirty little secret.

So casual and fun, the sneaking around, the hidden dates, having sex wherever and whenever you can, and of course, having sex while the others are busy and he's not, and now you convince him to have sex in one of the trucks.

Lodged in one of the backseats, you're on top of him, his uniform folded to his ankles, he looks good with it, but much better out of it.

With slow movements, you tease him, milking him for his worth, hips rolling so skillfully that all he can do is mutter out a few "F-fuck!"'s and a whole lot of "S-shit.... mhmm... jus' like that, honey."

You're perfect, but your teasing is straight-up torturous. "Baby," he whispers, lips grazing over your ear, pathetically and heaving, just needing more of you, even though you're sure he can't go in any deeper.

"We have to be quick." It's almost like a warning, he doesn't want to get caught, and neither do you, but it's so much fun with the risks, with the what-ifs, with the sneaking around and the secrets.

You pull back from his neck with a hearty giggle, the smile adorning your face is sweet and deadly, picking up your pace just slightly, bouncing up and down his veiny cock, feeling him stretch you open, nice and wide.

And as much as you want to pretend that it doesn't have any effect on you, it does. He's big, so big that you can almost feel him splitting you open, feeling him throbbing, can imagine his pink tip going red, tired of all the teasing, but you're nowhere near done. "Oh, do we?"

You throw him another sultry look and at this point, you can barely see his pupils, gaze overblown by desire, the tight hold he has on your hips is almost bruising, marking you, heavy breathing all over your already marked up neck. you know he's going to explode soon. "I don't think you get to decide that, Steve."

Another smirk thrown his way, "What happened, Stevie? gonna cum?" you ask, voice filled with desire, hips grinding against his thighs, every movement is met with his loud moans.

Not even bothering to stifle it.

It's like he wants everyone to know that you're his.

"You're evil," he groans, it's much less pathetic, almost sinful coming out from his salmon-pink lips, the tip of his cock hitting spots inside of you that you didn't know existed.

And you try, so hard, to play it cool, like grinding down on his huge cock is not making you want to scream out.

Like his thick thighs that you are sitting on and heavy balls that are slapping against your sweetest spots aren't making you squirm, like you're not about to whine and beg for him to make you cum.

And, shit, you know he can tell, by the way his big hands grab your hips, guiding you roughly, a bruising hold that makes you let out a mewl, yet, you still hope he doesn't notice.

But he does.

"You love it, don't you? Love me having all the control and being all mean to you?" Your last attempt to have all the control and you fail.

Because his padded thumb rubs circles against your clit, and your voice cracks, turning you into a mewling mess.

He can feel you slipping over the control, it's all so quick, one more move from him and he knows you'll be putty in his hands, begging to have his cock stuffed inside you forever.

Just the thought of that makes him want to spend his load inside of you, a half-smirk is quick to form its place on his freckled cheeks. "That's funny," he grunts, realizing that your movements are slowing down, allowing him to finally drive his cock into you slowly, regaining some sort of control, intently watching the way your eyes roll all the way to the back of your head.

"W-what is?" You try to hum confidently, attempting to mask your submissiveness, but it's too fucking late, and that infamous smirk grows on his cheeks, spreading all over.

He chuckles, the sound bellowing from his stomach, it's downright pornographic, making your pussy flutter in more ways than one.

His movements pick up, fucking into you with short but rough thrusts, filling you all the way in.

"That you think you even have an ounce of control, sweetheart," he growls into your ear, making you moan with need, the room filled with slapping noises, heavy balls hitting against your clit.

All so stimulating.

"I let you have it, and I can take it away just as quick, hmm?" He barely gives you any time to adjust to his words, abusing his cock inside of your soppy pussy, making you gasp as your gaze glistens with tears.

He's just so fucking good.

And you're perfect like this.

"S-steve!" You yelp, driving him more and more to the brink of insanity, hands grabbing any globe of skin he can find, teeth sinking into it, while his cock hits inside of that sweet spongey spot that makes you sing.

You have that fucked out look on your face, plushy lips slightly apart, hair disheveled and brows knitted, Steve wants nothing more than to fuck your drooly lips next, and fill each of your filthy holes with his cum.

"God, I love it much more when you go all cock drunk on me like this.... Can't even form a coherent thought when I'm poundin' into you, can you, honey?" The name sounds sickly sweet rolling off his lips, but in the dirtiest way, and all you can do is nod meekly, grabbing onto his shoulders for some sort of support.

He hums contently, watching the way his cock disappears in and out of you, covered in your juices, perfect fucking sight.

"Singing like an angel the second i have you bouncin' on my cock, that's right, sweetheart, love it so much more when all that's coming out of those pretty little lips are those whines," he whispers in the shell of your ear, mouth running more and more the closer he gets, and his gaze darkens.

"Now be a good girl and take my cock, yea?"

[froggibus]

Give The People What They Want - Billy Loomis & Stu Macher

Pairing: Stu Macher x f! camgirl! reader (fem pronouns + has a pussy) x Billy Loomis

Genre: smut/NSFW

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: you enlist the help of Billy and Stu to give your followers what they want--you losing your virginity

CW: camgirl! reader, slight modern! AU, live porn, exhibitionism, slight dubcon, threesome, double penetration (in the pussy), fingering, cum play, lots of cum, unprotected sex, multiple creampies, riding, backshots, praise/degradation, rough sex

hi sorry this is late i procrastinated writing it all day. also i have no idea what onlyfans/other porn streaming sites look like so im so sorry this whole post looks like a twitch chat lmfao

Kinktober Masterlist

PapaSugar471 has gifted $25: ride something for us baby

Camfan97: yeah stretch out that little pussy

You look at the chat and pretend to act shocked. “I don’t know if I can take something other than my fingers…”

You dip a finger teasingly into your dripping hole, leaning back on your bed to show them just how tight you are. You arch your back and whine, slowly pumping it in and out. 

“See how tight I am?” You whine and push another finger into your pussy, “anything else is too big.”

WesC1996 has gifted $100: i would give anything to watch that pussy get ruined 

PapaSugar471: our girl needs a good fuck 

“You guys really wanna see me get fucked, hm?” You roll over onto your hands and knees, arching your back to give the webcam an even better view of your entrance. “You wanna see my poor, virgin pussy get ruined?”

You start to work yourself open on your fingers, lewd wet sounds starting to fill the air. You can hear notifications coming from your chat room, but you’re so lost in the pleasure you don’t turn around to look. 

“F-fuck,” you whine and slip another finger inside, your gummy walls stretching around your knuckles. “I need cock so bad!”

The pleasure builds inside of you, threatening to explode out. There’s a sound behind you, a sound not from your stream. It almost sounds like your door opening, but you ignore it and focus on the way your fingertips dig into your walls.

Camfan97: who is that

Y/nluvr: ummm what

PapaSugar471: turn around

Blaviusx89: mods who is this guy

You’re so close to cumming when hands suddenly grab your hips, shoving you face first into the bed. You squeal, turning around to come face to face with a tall man in a white mask. 

You feign surprise, letting out a blood curdling scream at the knife brandishing man in front of you. You almost applaud yourself for how realistic your scream sounds. 

Stu looms over you, his back to the camera but out of the way just enough that you can still be seen. He grabs your knees and folds them into your chest, holding your legs up. He presses a hand down over your mouth, clamping down so you can’t be heard.

Since your followers have been hounding you lately to get fucked on stream, you thought you’d at least make it fun. That’s how you ended up asking Stu and Billy for a little favour. 

He dips a gloved finger into your aching pussy, that pressure returning. You were so close to cumming before he showed up and now all you want is more. He fingers you slowly, refusing to give you what you want so quickly. You try to thrust your hips into him and drive his finger deeper, but he moves away every time you do.

Finally, he slips a second finger inside of you and starts to thrust faster. The width of two of his fingers is more than the three you just had inside of you, and your pussy strains to take all of him. He pumps them in and out of you at a devastating pace, your juices starting to splash upwards. Loud splashing noises fill the room, Stu’s assault on your pussy not letting up.

The pressure in your stomach is almost painful. Your walls tremble around his hand and threaten to let loose the waves of pleasure building inside of you. You drown out the rush of notifications from your laptop, all of your focus on your impending orgasm.

Stu’s hand on your mouth slips down to your neck, squeezing as you cum. Your whole body convulses, juices running down your pussy, into your ass and onto your bed.

He leans in and releases the pressure from your neck. “Look at your chat,” he runs a finger across your puffy clit, “I think they like this.”

PapaSugar471: so hot. now fuck her

Pepega69: this has to be scripted LOL

CamFan97: show that pussy whos boss

Y/nluvr: lucky guy….wish that was me

Stu gets up from your bed, pulling out his cock through an opening in the black robe. His cock is much bigger than you expected—fairly long and not bad in girth, either. The pink tip looks almost swollen, precum rolling off of it. 

He pushes the tip against your cheek, rubbing his length across your mouth. You stick out your tongue, looking up at him through your lashes as he smacks his tip onto your mouth. 

“Gonna fuck your face,” he groans. He looks at the camera, speaking through the voice changer, “should I fuck her face?”

Another rush of notifications fills the chat, the sound making you dizzy. Stu takes that as a yes, slowly pushing his cock into your mouth. Even with his tip tickling the back of your throat, you’ve just barely got half of his length into your mouth. Stu tangles a hand in your hair, using it like a rein to pull you closer.

You open your throat to him, wrapping your lips around his cock and sucking. His precum leaks into your mouth and runs down your throat. Stu tugs hard on your hair, pushing his cock beyond your throat and making you gag. You squeeze your eyes shut, forcing yourself to breathe through your nose as his cock fills your mouth completely. Your jaw aches from the stretch, but you force yourself to take it. You dig your nails into the meat of his thighs as black spots start to crowd your vision.

When he pulls out, you look up at the camera with teary eyes, pouting with your swollen lips. The chat looks blurry and foreign to you, your head spinning from the lack of oxygen. 

Stu climbs on the bed behind you, grabbing your hips and shoving you forwards. Your face is only a foot or so away from the camera, everyone able to see the drool and precum around your mouth and the tears in your eyes. 

Stu rubs his cock across your ass and through your folds, whining quietly so that only you can hear him. Your pussy leaks with every touch, running down your thighs and making them stick together. He lines his cock up at your entrance, slowly pushing the tip in.

You’ve never been fucked before, and the stretch is almost painful. It knocks the air out of your lungs, but Stu tightens his grip on your hips and keeps going until he bottoms out. You whimper. He’s so deep that you can feel him in your stomach, the tip of his cock brushing up against your insides.

“He’s too deep,” you whine into the camera. 

Stu takes that as a sign to keep going, pulling out his cock until only the tip remains, and then thrusting back into you hard. You gasp involuntarily, losing your balance on your elbows and face planting into the bed. It takes a few more thrusts before the pain goes away completely, replaced with the delicious feeling of his cock spreading your walls apart.

You moan so loud you’re sure the whole neighborhood can hear it, your pussy squelching everytime he pulls his cock out. Stu’s thrusts are merciless, his hips colliding with your ass every single time. His fingertips dig into your sides, desperate for a grip to keep up his stamina. 

That familiar pressure builds inside of you, tying your stomach into knots, but it’s stronger than you’ve ever felt before. You look up at the camera through your lashes, your flushed and feverish skin making you look almost animated. There’s a loud burst of notifications, drowned out by your combined moans and the sound of skin on skin.

It only takes a few more thrusts before your muscles are giving out, legs shaking as you collapse. Stu manages to keep you up just long enough for him to cum inside of you, hot bursts of cum mixing with your juices as they pour out of you. He gives a few more sloppy thrusts, milking his cock with your tight cunt, before pulling out and letting you go.

Stu pulls you against his chest, laying you on your back. He hooks his knees around yours, spreading your legs wide for the camera. “Look at that,” he groans, his cum leaking out of your pussy. “Such a whore.”

Stu rubs up your chest, squeezing your tits together. He spreads your pussy for the camera, using another finger to push his cum back inside of you. “You’re not done yet, though.”

As if on cue, the door opens and a shorter man dressed in an identical costume enters. Billy. You stare at him as he stalks towards you, black robes looking like smoke in the dim red light of your room.

As soon as Billy enters the frame, your chat goes wild once again. He sits in front of the bed, mask only inches away from your aching, puffy pussy. He inhales your scent, almost moaning at the smell of sex.

“Thanks for warming her up for me,” his voice changer sounds almost identical to Stu’s. “Look at that stretched out cunt.”

Billy dips two fingers into your pussy, sliding them in and out easily. He thrusts them in only a few times before pulling them out and sucking on them, savouring the mixture of Stu’s cum and your juices.

He climbs over top of the two of you, “ready for me to fuck you?”

You bite your lip and nod. He swipes his thumb across your lips, prodding at you until you open up. He slips his thumb into your mouth and you suck, the taste of leather and sex heavy on your tongue. He trades his thumb for his index and middle finger, pushing them back so that they graze your throat.

His other hand reaches in for his cock, stroking it to life against your thigh. You can feel his hard length and the precum dripping off of it, your pussy starting to tingle in anticipation.

“How do you wanna fuck her?” Stu’s voice startles you, you’d almost forgotten he was there.

Billy slaps your pussy. “I think she’s had it too easy tonight,” he looks at the camera, “I think she should ride me.”

You shiver at the thought. Your pussy is already aching, all of your muscles weak just from fucking Stu. You look up at Billy pleadingly, but he just chuckles. 

He lays down flat on his back, stroking his cock in one hand. Stu pushes you off of his chest. Grabbing your hips to help guide you into Billy’s lap. You straddle his legs, your pussy dripping all over his robes and waiting cock. 

You lean forwards, pressing your tits against his chest, and reach back to grab his cock. Stu helps you guide it inside of you, both you and Billy moaning when his tip pops inside of you. You sit up more straight, rolling your hips back and taking him inch by inch. Billy keeps a vice grip on your hips while you ride him, helping you bounce up and down his cock.

He’s not as long as Stu, but he’s thicker, stretching you out even more. Your walls open up around him, pussy straining to take his girth. You rock your hips forwards until just his tip is inside before slamming them back down, almost screaming from the pleasure of his cock digging into your g-spot.

Billy starts guiding you up and down his length, thrusting his hips up desperately to get as deep inside of you as possible. Your orgasm builds much quicker this time, with the overstimulation and all. Your legs shake pathetically, your arms threatening to give out, but you still fuck yourself on him.

Billy slaps your ass hard, digging his fingers into the flesh. You whine and let yourself collapse onto his chest, barely moving on his cock as that pressure bursts and floods your body. Billy can feel your pussy contracting around him and the juices staining his costume, and decides to take mercy on you.

He wraps his arms around your back to keep you still and thrusts into you hard, his cock pistoning in and out of you faster than you can keep track. You lay on his chest, moaning weakly as he pummels your aching hole. It’s not long before his thrusts go sloppy and you feel his cock twitching inside of you, his hot cum coating your walls in white.

You moan from the feeling, eyes practically rolling back at how good he feels. Billy doesn’t pull out, his still hard cock resting inside of you. 

“You want another round?” He asks.

For a second, you think he’s asking you but as you raise your head, you see he’s asking Stu, who’s stroking his cock. You swallow hard at the idea of another orgasm, already sweaty and feverish from the last few.

“Are you?”

Both boys laugh. Billy grabs your hips and spins you around, your back pressed against his chest. He buries his cock as far as he can inside you, wrapping his arms behind your knees to pull them up. Stu admires your swollen and aching pussy, glistening from all the fluids its seen tonight before crawling on top of you.

“W-wait—” You cry out as Stu rubs the head of his cock on your clit, “both of you?”

“So cute,” Billy mumbles into your ear, “that you think you have a choice.”

Just as he says that, Stu starts forcing his cock inside of you. It’s a tight fit with Billy already in there, but he manages. You almost cry from the pressure, an insane mix of pain and pleasure overwhelming you. 

As soon as Stu bottoms out, you’re making a mess on their cocks again. Your pussy gushes around them, only acting as more lube for the two cocks inside of you. 

“Look at that,” Stu groans, “already cumming and we haven’t started fucking you yet.”

“I always knew you were a whore, y/n.”

Their degradation has no effect on you, your brain turning into mush from another consecutive orgasm. You’re so full that you worry you may burst, both cocks feeling impossibly big inside of you.

Stu starts to thrust at a steady pace, forced to take it slow with how tight it is inside of you. The three of you moan in tandem with every movement, their cocks rubbing your walls with every breath. Billy tightens his grip on your knees, drawing them up even more to give Stu better access.

Stu laughs, pressing a hand against your tummy. “I can see my cock inside of you.”

You look up through hooded lids and can just barely see the outline of his cock under his hand. He presses a little harder, thrusting faster as your pussy starts to loosen up. You’re barely aware of your own moans or the praise the men sing at you as they ruin your pussy.

They take turns thrusting, your juices drenching the three of you and your bedsheets. It feels like hours that they fuck you, cocks alternating pumping inside of you. Your stomach fills with knots, that familiar pressure coming back.

Stu cums first, cock twitching and shooting another massive load of cum inside of you. It sets off a chain reaction, with your orgasm coming next. You clench so tight around their cocks that it’s almost painful, all of your senses going numb. Black spots dance at your vision, threatening to send you spiraling into unconsciousness. Billy cums last, another load of cum packing your pussy impossibly tight. You’re so full it’s overwhelming.

Stu and Billy pull out, releasing you onto your soaked mattress. They move the laptop closer to you, Billy folding your legs up again so that the viewers can get a good look at your ruined pussy.

“She’s gushing cum,” Billy says into the voice changer. “So much for being a virgin….this one’s an absolute whore.”

They each hook a finger into your pussy, stretching it enough that the mixture of cum runs out of you. You weakly sit up, looking at yourself in the camera. Your pussy is open, filled with cum and swollen from the overstimulation. You hardly even recognize it.

Billy and Stu disappear off camera, probably headed off to get you water and a cold cloth, leaving you staring into the flashing red light of the camera.

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Reader being anxious about JJ getting on the bike since the accident in season 3. Maybe it’s during the bike competition? He promise her he won’t do anything stupid that would get him hurt, but he’s JJ so things always turn to shit

Request: being John b's sister and dating JJ when he's doing that motocross competition. He does it to earn some money back

I have not seen season 4 yet, so I have no idea of the context of the race, so don't come yelling at me because it's not what happened in the show. I also decided to not make it go to shit, because that one accident was enough trauma

Warnings: slight ptsd, JJ making stupid jokes, mention of motocross accident (season 3),

—

‘’I don’t like this...’’ 

You wrapped your arms around yourself as you stood by JJ and his bike, getting flashes of the accident and the utter distress you felt when you couldn’t find him after he fell over the overpass. You never wanted to relive that type of emotion again. 

At your reaction, JJ grabbed your arms, his voice dropping to a soothing tone. ‘’I know you're worried for me, but I need to do this. If I win, I’ll get a lot of money…and make up for spending most of the gold money on my old house,’’ he explained, trying to calm your worries. His eyes shifted to Pope and the others. ‘’No one’s gonna be mad at me anymore.’’

You understood his reason for signing up for the competition, but you couldn’t support it. There had to be something else he could do. Not a fucking motocross competition. Anything but that.

‘’I’m gonna be fine,’’ he added, lifting your chin and looking into your eyes. ‘’This is just a race in the sand, not a police chase.’’ 

That earned him a glare. 

‘’JJ, the last time I saw you on a bike—’’  Your voice faltered, the knot in your stomach tightening painfully.

Realizing his joke fell flat, JJ pulled you into a tight embrace, holding you close. His hand rubbed soothing circles on your back, trying to calm you down. Sometimes he wanted to smack himself for saying stupid things…

The crash haunted him too, no question about it. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel a surge of panic when he lost control of the bike and tumbled down the overpass. But it was different for you — you had watched it happen from Topper’s truck, helpless as he fell. You and Sarah screamed for him, only to receive no answers. You thought he had died from the crash. 

Too soon to your liking, a loud noise echoed over the speakers, calling all racers to the starting line. You reluctantly pulled away from JJ and walked off with Kiara, linking her arms with yours in silent support.

You went up the stands to find seats, taking the spot beside your brother. You gripped the edge of the seat as you glanced at the racetrack, then the starting line where JJ sat on his bike, revving up with the others. You’ve been trying to prepare yourself mentally for weeks, but you don’t think you’ll ever be ready to see the boy you loved getting back on a bike that almost took his life.

‘’Don’t worry, he’s got this,’’ John B. said, wrapping an arm around you. He smiled, but you could see the flicker of concern in his eyes too. You all knew what happened last time, even if no one was saying it out loud. ‘’And he’s got protective gear this time.’’

Injuries can still happen with protective gear. You’ve read about it online. 

You could barely breathe as the starter raised the flag, and the crowd fell into an anticipatory hush. JJ pulled down the visor of his helmet, a familiar cocky smile tugging at his lips, then the flag dropped.

The race exploded into motion. The bikes shot off, kicking up a massive cloud of dust. The roar of engines filled your ears, drowning out everything else. Your heart raced faster than the bikes on the track as you gripped the bench beneath you, your knuckles going white.

Kiara followed JJ with her eyes, her voice loud enough to cut through the noise. "He's in third already!" she shouted, trying to add some enthusiasm.

''Come on, JJ,'' Pope added, looking almost just as nervous as you. 

Your eyes stayed glued to JJ, weaving between riders as the pack hurtled toward the first turn. Every bump, every jump had you holding your breath, afraid that any second things could go wrong.

It was impossible not to relive the accident in your mind — the way he flew over the edge, the bike spinning out of control. But this time, you tried to push those images aside, focusing on the present, on him. You needed to believe he could make it through.

The first turn came up fast, the riders leaning hard into it, and your heart lurched as JJ took the inside path, overtaking the guy in second place. The crowd roared, and for a moment, the adrenaline made you forget your worry, just watching him race.

Although this bike brought back bad memories, it held good ones too. All the times you’ve sat behind JJ and held onto his waist as he sped through the streets of Kildare…and the muddy shortcuts. When he tried to teach you how to drive it, but you ended up making out while you were sitting on the bike instead. John B. would kill him if he knew. 

By the third lap, JJ was neck-and-neck with the leader. The crowd around you was on their feet, yelling and cheering, but all you could focus on was JJ, pushing his bike harder, faster, determined to take first place. 

‘’Oh my god, he’s in first!’’ Sarah shouted as he took a turn for the final lap, getting caught up in the excitement. ‘’Come on, JJ! One more lap!’’ 

Your pulse hammered in your ears as he flew toward the line. The guy on the blue bike was trying to go past JJ, the bikes barely separated by inches, but JJ was still leading. 

And then, in a flash, it was over.

JJ crossed the line, just a split second ahead.

Around you, everyone was jumping and cheering while you stood there. A mix of excitement, relief and joy washed through you, together a strange and confusing cocktail. Kiara wrapped her arms around you, a wide grin on his face, and everyone else joined, celebrating JJ’s big win. All the anxiety and fear suddenly melted away, replaced by pure excitement. Your hands were shaking but your heart was pounding with adrenaline and happiness. 

As soon as you could, you all made your way down the stand, wanting to congratulate JJ. You pushed your way through the throngs of people until you finally caught sight of him. He was still in his racing gear, including the helmet, but he had taken the visor off, and you could see his face glistened with sweat. 

You ran toward him, a wide grin on your face, but before you could say anything, he saw you and pulled you into a tight hug, lifting you off the ground. 

''I told you I would win,'' he said, mirroring your grin. 

You squealed in surprise as your feet left the ground, holding onto him tightly. The familiar scent of sweat, adrenaline, and just a hint of motor oil filled your nostrils, evoking a mix of feelings. You laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

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[kxsagi]

Good morning, kxsagi. So I read the 'Holding You Together' one shot and it got me thinking. In a household who favors sons over daughters, Reader is ordered to go out to work after high school graduation to support the family by her parents. And, in the meantime, her brother just lounges at home and is also living off Reader's salary. Still the same characters in the 'Holding You Together' one shot, please. Thanks

“𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤”

a/n: good morning! 

oh how i love MEN 

additional note: dear readers, please cut off contact with anyone that treats you like this, especially if you’re of legal age, it doesn’t matter if they’re family do what’s best for you! i care about you! 

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, shidou ryusei

isagi yoichi

when you first bring it up, it’s casual. like you don’t even realize how unfair it is. “i’ve been working full-time since i graduated. most of it goes home – my brother needs it, and my parents said it’s my duty, you know?” 

isagi freezes mid-bite of his food. he looks at you like the entire match just paused. “wait… your brother needs it? what about you?” 

the more you explain, the darker his expression gets. he’s not loud about it, he’s heartbreak in slow motion. it’s the soft, “that’s not okay” whispered between your words. it’s the way he squeezes your hand tighter as you try to shrug it off like it’s normal. 

“you’ve been carrying all of that by yourself?” he says one night when you come home exhausted, collapsing into his arms. “i’m not gonna let them keep draining you like this. you’re not alone anymore.” 

he’ll start subtly helping at first – budgeting with you, sending you groceries, helping you put money into a savings account with your name on it. 

but if he ever meets your parents or your brother? oh, he’ll be polite, but with eyes that scream you don’t deserve her. his respect for them vanished the moment he realized how much you’ve suffered under their expectations.

itoshi rin

you bring it up like it’s not a big deal. “i just wish my brother would help out, but my parents think it’s more important he focuses on himself right now.” 

rin stares at you. for so long that you actually start getting nervous. then: “you’re joking, right?” 

his voice is low, controlled, but something about it sends chills. like he’s using every ounce of willpower not to explode. 

“so you work. you sacrifice. and he just… lives off you?” 

rin’s silent for a moment, then mutters, “fucking unbelievable.” 

he starts researching ways to help you become independent without you even asking. offers to help you move out. offers to co-sign on apartments. he’s not the type to force you into anything, but his message is clear: i will help you break free, no matter how long it takes. 

and if your brother dares to talk down to you, even in passing? rin’s ready to fight. he doesn’t raise his voice. he doesn’t need to. “you talk to her like that again, and we’ll have a problem. she’s worth more than every lazy second you’ve wasted.” 

he won’t say “i love you” often. but he’ll say: “you deserve better. and i’ll keep proving that to you until you believe it.”

itoshi sae

sae’s reaction is ice cold. 

“you’re paying for everything?” he asks quietly, brows raised. “and your brother does what exactly?” 

there’s this soft scoff under his breath, followed by an exhale through his nose. the kind he gives when someone really, really disappoints him. 

“your family needs a reality check,” he says. “and i’m happy to be the one who gives it to them.” 

he doesn’t argue or yell. he just acts. he’ll offer to support you financially, but only if it means you’re investing in yourself. school, hobbies, your dreams – he wants to help you get back everything they stole from you in the name of “duty.” 

he watches you carefully every time you mention your family. the subtle anxiety. the automatic guilt. he hates that they’ve conditioned you to feel this way. 

one day he says, quietly but firmly: “they treat you like you’re disposable. like your love and effort are a given. but i don’t. you don’t owe them your life. you deserve one.” 

and if your family ever speaks to you in that guilt-tripping tone? sae will smile and say, “ah, i see you’re still emotionally manipulating her. classy.” 

he becomes your home. the one where you’re never made to feel small.

shidou ryusei

oh he loses it. 

like, you’re mid-sentence explaining how your paycheck’s going to your family again and your brother’s just “between jobs,” and shidou stands up from the couch like he’s about to throw hands with a ghost. 

“nah. nah, babe. what the fuck.” 

he’s pacing the room, hair wild, muttering “no way, no fuckin’ way they got you slaving away while that gremlin-ass brother of yours is playing video games at home like it’s a career –” 

but then he sees your face. how normal it all sounds coming out of your mouth. and that’s when his rage turns into something softer. sadder. 

“they really did a number on you, huh?” he says quietly, wrapping his arms around you. “you’re not their damn wallet, babe. you’re mine.” 

he means that in the most unhinged romantic way possible. like, you belong with me now, and i’m never letting them take another piece of you. 

he’ll encourage you to cut them off, but he won’t pressure you. instead, he offers things – freedom, comfort, chaos in all the best ways. 

“you wanna burn their house down metaphorically? i got ideas. or we could just go to a beach in another country and forget they exist. up to you.” 

underneath all the fury, he just wants you to feel safe. and free. and his. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[tragedybunny]

Something Like Love - Astarion x F!Reader

Astarion has failed to seduce you, but even so, a bond has begun to grow between the two of you. It all comes to a head when Astarion almost loses you.

You infuriated Astarion. At first it was because stopping to help every person you happened upon was delaying dealing with his problems. Now that you had been traveling together for some time, not only were these little side adventures a delay, but you didn’t seem to be careful about how much they took out of you and how tired they left you. Even your other companions didn’t seem to care, letting you agree to solve every problem that you came upon and even adding to the pile.

But not him. Astarion was always right there at your side with a glare and a snapping refusal, which you’d usually brush off, but at least he tried. The rest of them just smiled and nodded, without noticing the circles under your eyes, or how slow you moved some mornings, or how thin you’d gotten. Protector wasn’t a position he normally found himself in, but you were different, you were kind to him, without expecting anything in return, as far as he could tell anyway. The two of you hadn’t even slept together, not for lack of trying on his part. The couple times he’d tried you firmly refused, and yet somehow you stayed kind to him, even still offering him your blood. In fact you didn’t seem to want anyone in camp. That was also exasperating. How could he expect your continued kindness, and protection which he desperately needed, without repayment? And what was he better at than sex?

So he resolved he’d give you whatever small gestures he could. Whenever you tore an item of clothing, he’d mend it at first chance. When the group made camp for the night, he always made sure your tent was up first, in whatever spot you wanted, and helped you pack when it was time to move on. Every battle, he stood at the backline with you while you cast spells, aiming arrows at anyone who got too close to you, his first priority keeping you safe. And he still tried to keep you from overextending yourself, despite no one ever listening to him. Which had led to the shouting match with Halsin earlier. Well it wasn’t really a shouting match, the Druid had remained frustratingly placid in the face of Astarion’s blustering. He’d already been vocally unhappy about looking for this Thaniel or whatever, but you’d found him, and still Halsin asked more. “We need to worry about Thorm, we don’t have time to keep bothering with this!”

“Curing the land could help break Thorm’s hold. I know you all don’t owe it to me.” Gods why did he ask like that, all humble and dissembling. You would cave to that for sure,

“You’re right, we don’t.”

“But…”

“Hells, can’t you see how much all of this is taking out of her!” Astarion had exploded, voice loud enough that some of your other companions jumped.

“It’s fine Astarion,” you’d gently placed a hand on his arm, “let’s finish this.”

With a frustrated growl, he’d yanked his arm away, regretting the hurt on your face. “Fine.”

That all led to this moment, you’d fended off the creatures summoned by the corrupted spirit, and Astarion watches as you calmly approach it. Speaking softly, your words soothe it, and he could see it starting to trust you. As always, you amaze him with your ability to solve things with your words, but he feels a twinge of something else, a want for something like those kind words that fell from your lips so easily. The spirit vanishes and Astarion finally feels a bit of relief it seems over. That is until your knees give way and you collapse to the jagged paving stones beneath you.

He's at your side instantly, a scream tearing itself from his throat. “Somebody fucking help her.”

Shadowheart js the first to respond, hands peeling away the light armor you wear, revealing gashes left by one of those shadow creatures that had gotten close. Teeth bite down into his lip to hold back a sob, he hadn’t even noticed, he’d failed the one duty he had. That ire finds a new target easy enough though, as Halsin attempts to join Shadowheart in tending to you. He’s barely started to kneel next to you when Astarion lunges, hissing and fangs flashing. “No you stay the fuck away from her, this is your fault!” For a second his face falls with guilt, but Astarion is in no state for empathy, all blame now on the Druid in his mind.

Hands fight to grab hold of him, to get close enough to tear his thick throat out. A pair of strong arms wraps around his waist, pulling him back from his murderous goal. “Easy Fangs, she’ll be alright,” Karlach tries to reassure him.

He struggles against her iron hold, still flinging curses and furious words. “That’s not the point, this shouldn’t have happened. But no one wanted to listen to me, none of you selfish idiots care when you’re asking too much!”

That was it, they’d all turn on him now, especially without you aware enough to defend him. To his surprise, Karlach just holds him slightly tighter, and keeps whispering that it was going to be fine. Wyll comes over to lay a hand on his shoulder, face stoic. "Shadowheart has this.”

At least Halsin has stepped back, expression troubled. Good, let him suffer. A spell glows in Shadowheart’s hands, suturing back together your skin, and your eyes flutter open, hazy and unfocused, for a moment before closing again. Karlach wisely releases him, leaving him free to hover over you and ward off Halsin as he takes a hesitant step toward you. He’d be damned if anyone else was carrying you, the lot of them were untrustworthy. Reverently, he leans down, taking you in his arms, and lifting you from the ground. Gods, you were so small, there was almost nothing to you. How did you seem so imposing most of the time?

Silently, the group makes it’s way back to camp, Astarion holding tightly to you the whole way. When they reach the cluster of tents, he goes straight to yours to lay you down gently in your blankets. Turning back to the rest of the party he snarls in their direction. "All of you better stay the hells out of this tent until she's properly healed," he snaps the tent flap shut and wishes he had a door to slam on their faces.

Sitting down next to you, he pulls your hand into his and tried to forget about the stinging in his eyes. "You're going to be alright Darling. You have to be."

For hours he sits there, hand holding yours, waiting, watching your chest rise and fall, the reassurance he hadn’t lost you. Losing you, he can’t even fathom it. His protector, companion, he'd even go so far as to say friend. Even if you didn't notice how he was always at your side whenever you stayed up to launder your clothes, or how you never took a turn to cook alone, or how he was always walking right next to you on the road.

You sigh in your sleep and he feels a tug in that place that sometimes wonders if you could be more than friends. Which was stupid, you hadn't even wanted sex with him. Besides, what you already gave him was more than he deserved considering what he had been planning after sleeping with you.

Finally, exhausted, he drifts into meditation, still holding onto you, until your sleep heavy voice pulls him out of it. "Astarion?"

His eyes are wide immediately and without a second thought, he throws himself into your arms, nuzzling into your neck. "You're awake." Then he starts crying like an idiot; ugly, undignified sobs against your skin. "I was worried," he tries to explain leaping on you and his ridiculous tears.

"I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you." You put your arms around him, accepting him without question, like always.

"You silly, silly girl, you were the one that almost died. Don't apologize to me." He's trying desperately to stop bawling uncontrollably.

"I know, but I don't like to see you upset." Ever so lightly, he can feel your hand brushing through his hair.

"Why," he's managed to get himself somewhat under control, but doesn't move from where you've let him lay. "Why are you like this? Always giving, even when it's too much for you?"

You hesitate for a moment. "Because I care about you."

"You do," he asks, unwilling to let himself believe what he's heard.

"Well, I care about everyone," of course he should've realized, "but I care about you a very great deal, Astarion."

Astarion freezes, the words leaving warmth in that secret place inside that he's been trying to keep from himself and you. "I don't understand."

"I see you. I see how hard you try and how far you've come, and how much you try to do for me." There's a smile in your voice and impossibly he thinks it has something to do with him.

"Why didn't you say anything?" His hand searches yours out and your fingers interwine.

"I didn't think you were ready to hear it. But today it was almost too late to tell you." You've placed both of your hands over your chest and he can feel your heartbeat.

"I…I don't know how I feel." Inwardly, he quails, worried that will drive you. "But this is nice."

"It's alright Astarion, there's no rush to this." Impulsively, he leans up to leave a feather light kiss on your cheek, grateful for you in ways he can't understand.

[baronessvonglitter]

would you ever consider writing a deeper romantic relationship for the lovely couple from Daddy can fix it??💖 it’s sooo good

I hope you didn’t think I forgot about you 💕 I was so pleased to receive your ask. From one hopeless romantic to another, I hope you enjoy!

Daddy Does Drilling

Handyman! Joel x fem!plus size!Reader | WC: 1.3K

Summary: what happens when you and Joel blur the line between business and pleasure..

I invite everyone to also read "Daddy Can Fix It" 🩵

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Explicit. Reader is plus-size, wears apron and dress. Reader's age not mentioned so there is as much or as little of an age gap as you want. Unprotected piv (Joel is snipped). Oral (f receiving). Sarah and Ellie are mentioned but not named. Divorced Dad!Joel 🤭Slowly falling in love and not realizing it until it's too late. Mention of reader wanting a divorce from her husband. Also catty book club bitches.

"You're crazy, y'know that?" Joel whispers in your ear, his harsh whisper tickling your skin as he guides you up and down on his cock.

You grab the back of the sofa, nails digging into the soft upholstery as he plunges into your soaking wet pussy. "I had to do it," you giggle through your panting. "I couldn't stand my idiot husband doing all the work that you do better."

That earns you a slap on the ass, Joel's large hand giving it a firm grip after. "You're an insatiable lil' thing," he growls in your ear. "'Bout to wear me out."

You smirk up at the patched-up drywall, perfectly smoothed over by Joel's industrious and talented hands. Hands that are now grabbing your curves and molding your body to his. "Can you blame me? I'll never get enough of this cock!" Your sentence ends on a loud moan as he holds your hips steady and thrusts up into you hard and deep so you feel the steady brush of him up close to your cervix.

"Come on sweet thing, ya came twice already, you ready for a third?" Joel rasps in your ear. "Got my lap all fuckin' wet with this juicy pussy."

The moment he'd finished up with the wall you'd pounced on him, crushed your lips and your hips to his, delighted to find him already hard and ready. In the shortest amount of time ever, you both had shoved off and pulled aside whatever clothes were unnecessary and fucked right there on the sofa.

He's working you to your third orgasm, spoiling you, actually, holding back from his own pleasure because it's too much fun giving you yours, watching the beautiful expression on your face, the way your body shakes and trembles.

"There she is," he whispers as your sugar walls convulse around him, rhythmically squeezing his rigid cock, and that's when he lets himself explode, your pussy milking him for every drop he's got.

He's at your house every week, then twice a week, three times a week, until he's just there to fuck you and make you scream his name. No fixing of anything required.

Neither of you notices when things take a turn towards the soft, the sweet. He spends hours between your thighs, tasting and teasing you until you come multiple times, not just trying to get you off but trying to know you. Your time together is marked not by the quick, productive thrusts in positions you haven't tried since college, but in the lingering kisses and knowing stares, the confessions that spill from your lips, the honesty that is born of such intimacy as you've shared.

You find out that he's divorced, has two grown daughters, one married and the other away at university. He loves to work with his hands, that he has a natural knack for figuring out a solution to every problem, and persists until said problem is fixed. That's how he started his company.. and one day the ladies just started coming onto him.

Being older and single, he didn't let those chances pass him. The women he helped were lonely like himself, and if he could give them a bit of something to keep them happy even for a moment, he was glad to do it. It became a well-known secret among the housewives of the community of Royal Hill that he would provide good service at a decent price and give you the fucking of a lifetime if you asked politely.

He liked women, found their husbands to be idiots, more often than not. White collar limp dicks who think a G-spot is street slang for money. Some of them he got to know well: Amirah with the flawless umber skin and always smelled of jasmine; Isabelle who tip-tapped around her tiled home in impossibly high heels with ostentatious feathers on the straps and wore hardly anything under her sheer hot pink robe, also bedecked in feathers; Becky who was quite demanding and rude but submissive once she had a dick inside her.

Then came you. And you threw him for a loop.

You were more than you appeared: sweet, shy, pretty. Once he got you in bed you were a goddess, and the amazing thing was you already knew you were. You gave without asking anything in return.. but how could he ever deny you his strong hands, eager mouth, throbbing cock?

No one else had struck this feeling within him, no matter how many lonely housewives he visited, no matter how hard or rough or passionately he'd fucked any of them, they were just fun. Side quests, as his gamer brother would say.

He liked getting to know you, finding out who was the woman underneath the apron and the rosebud-patterned dress. You told him secrets no one else knew, and he found himself doing the same. You would call each other just to talk, to hear each other's voices when you couldn't be close.

What you didn't know was the impact it would have on the other housewives.

"He doesn't even come over himself anymore. His brother Tommy came by to fix the sink instead."

"Don't get me wrong.. Tommy's cute, but I wanted Joel."

"Daddy Joel."

You ignore the little group that's once again near the dessert table. You grab a couple of cucumber sandwiches and a chocolate-dipped madeleine, oblivious to their prattle.

"I don't know," Becky says pointedly. "His truck has been seen outside a certain someone's house a few days a week." She stops you before you can go back to your seat. "With the amount of time Joel's been at your home, you ought to have the most restored, revamped, upgraded home on the block," she says, brimming over with restrained attitude.

"What's going on?" she asks under her breath.

You can see the others are waiting for you to answer her, but for the first time ever you feel absolutely no need to appease them. You need to win them over like you need a hole in your head. "I don't know what you're talking about," you tell them, lying with ease.

"It's not nice to take up all his time," Becky says with an icy tone, staring you down as if looks could kill.

"Becky, is it just me, or are you jealous over a man you have to pay to fuck you?"

The others are stunned. No one has ever put Bitchy Becky in her place before. Not even she knows what to say.

"I think I'm done with this book club. I can read on my own at my house.. waiting on Daddy to fix whatever I need him to." With an angelic smile you drop the plate of treats back onto the table as you leave.

Walking out into the late afternoon sun you feel more free than you ever have before, as if a whole new chapter has started. The short walk to your house is pleasant, even more so when you see Joel's work truck in your driveway.

"Thought I missed ya," he says, his hands in his pockets as he walks from your front door.

"Fridays are for the book club," you explain, heart racing as you come close to him, and his arms go naturally around your waist. "But I quit. Can't really stand those snobby bitches."

You inhale the clean cotton scent of his red flannel, nuzzling your nose in his shoulder as he kisses the side of your head. "I don't want to do anything ever again that doesn't make me happy."

"So, lil' thing, what's gonna make ya happy right now?" he asks, a small grin playing across his lips.

Looking up at him, you realize Joel is the best choice you could have made. "I think I'm going to leave my husband. No.. I'm definitely going to leave my husband. But there's something else I want right now.."

"Good idea." His arms tighten slightly around you, as if to tether you to him. "And what would that be?"

"I want you to come inside.. you've got some drilling to do," you lead him by the hand and into your home.

dividers by @saradika 👑

[venusindelusion]

Giving In (to the Love): Townie

1st chapter

SUMMARY: If you thought you had terrible luck before, tonight will definitely prove that your life is jinxed when a misunderstanding with a pink haired girl makes your college life a little more difficult. WC: 1.3K PAIRING: Vi (Arcane) x Fem!Reader WARNINGS/TAGS: MDNI, mentions of alcohol, drugs (weed), underage drinking, miscommunication, and obviously cursing. A/N: I'm currently obsessed with Vi and I need more slow burn fics of her so this is totally self indulgent. Also, english isn't my first language so apologies if there is (surely) any mistakes, please enjoy :) more notes at the end btw Next chapter

The loud music throbbed through the walls, echoing in your head as you were waiting outside the bathroom door. It felt like you've been standing there for ages, waiting for whoever was inside to finally let you have the chance to go to the bathroom. You knock on the door again, awaiting an answer, but all you can hear is the sound of that damn music, so you decide to go downstairs again.

Putting a feet in front of the other feels painfully unnatural, all you want to do is lay down and puke somewhere, but you couldn't find any spot that wasn't crowded and you certainly don't want your classmates seeing you in that state. It would be so embarrassing if someone took a picture of you vomiting the noodles you had for dinner because you were so lazy to cook a proper meal before drinking. Now you regret it.

Once you reach the final step of the stairs, you look for your phone in one of your pockets. It's a good thing you decided to wear cargo pants instead of a dress; otherwise, in your state, you would have lost your purse with your phone and little money with it.

"Why are the letters so tiny?" you tried to text your friend, she brought you here and she should be the one to save you now, "She'll understand," you think as the only word you're able to type and text her is "Out".

Looking around you see some people dancing, couples sticking their bodies together and things getting heated. You can feel your legs trembling a bit, unable to hold your weight much longer, your head spinning and the music painfully penetrating your ears. Your friend is nowhere to be seen and you're getting nautious again, so you decide to walk to the kitchen and get some water.

"Fuck, where is it?" you wander around in this unfamiliar house for what felt like forever until you catch a glance at someone coming out from a room with bottles in her hands. You don't recognize her from class, you would've noticed her peculiar blue hair and long braids, and how she looks a bit younger than you or your classmates. She looks back at you with her eyes wide open like a deer in headlights, then laughs and continues her way to what you presume is the backyard. You figure that if she got alcohol bottles from there, there must be water as well.

"Bingo!" you scream a little louder than you'd like once you cross the door and see the kitchen, walking to the fridge and taking out a bottle of water. You feel your phone vibrating inside your pocket, you take it out and read your friend's "Coming." reply while taking a sip of that sweet and very much needed liquid.

"Fuck!" you spit the remainings of it, feeling your throat burning and your stomach growling even more than before. Who puts vodka inside a water bottle?

You lay against the kitchen counter for a bit in a lame attempt to stay focused, you just have to stay put and wait for your friend to come find you from wherever she was in this damn house.

Determined to not pass out, you go outside following the blue haired girl's trail to get some fresh air. You feel like your head is going to explode, you've been taking for granted your ability to walk without stumbling into things. Your eyes feel heavy, blinking slower everytime as you work your way outside and coordinate your brain and hand to open the door.

It's way less crowded than you thought, only a few people smoking and chatting, you see a couple making out against the wall like no one can see them. But you can. And it's disgusting.

The air is a bit refreshing, definitely better than the smells of heated bodies, booze and weed that filled the house inside. Not that it makes you any less wasted, but it's something. You go around the house trying to find a spot where no one can see you once your stomach decides it can't take it anymore and you see the blue haired girl from before laying down with her eyes closed and empty bottles surrounding her. She's passed out. Walking as quickly as you can to her, you shake her body and try to wake her up. She does nothing besides groaning and mumbling nonsense, so you start to panic and look around you, begging internally that you can find anyone who's more sober than you to help this girl. Your stomach keeps growling at you and your throat burns, tightens, threatening to throw out all the damn booze you drank before. God, what were you thinking?

The world spins around you as you try to focus your vision on this girl and you were right, she is definitely much younger than you, no alcohol should have been near her at first. You reach for her hand, trying to free the bottle from its hold so you can try and sit her up, worried that she'd throw up and drown in her own puke. It takes all your drunk strength to push the bottles around and move her body. While you're grabbing one of the bottles to throw it away, you hear heavy steps coming closer to you and thank the heavens for hearing your pleading; it must be the help you needed.

You turn around and see a muscular figure, heavy boots stomping on the ground with fierce and her pink hair fluorescent in the lights; she looks back at you with a scowl, her hands in fists and quickens her pace. You gulp.

The air around you gets thicker, heavier, hotter; it's like she's inhaling every atom of oxygen while you shrink down to shrump size, getting closer to you as your head is spinning, trying to focus your vision and stand up.

"What the fuck did you do to her?" she asks, her face so close to yours that the air exhaled feels like a shot straight into your face.

You only manage to mumble something incoherent and she pulls you aside, making you stumble over your own feet as she is starring at the bottles.

"She's wasted…" you hear her whispering to herself, scrunching over to caress the younger girl's face and removing the lose hairs from it, "you gave her fucking booze?" she turns around and stares at you, her gaze filled with rage and frustration, you can feel it burning your eyelids.

"No, I—” your brain is betraying you, you put your hands against the wall trying to remain on your feet and explain the situation, but your throat is threatening to let it all out for good.

She clicks her tongue and lifts the young girl from the ground, holding her like she weights nothing on her arms and takes off, leaving you feeling miserable and confused.

You hear a voice calling your name and fast steps approaching, you turn your head and see your friend. Relief washes over your body, your legs no longer able to hold you standing and you give in so you sit on the grass.

"Cait…" were the only words coming out of your mouth in a whisper before you throw out and felt your eyelids closing themselves.

A/N: comments and reviews are appreciated! if you want more let me know :) i have a long series in mind for this

[cayleeuhithinknott]

you won’t be playing horror games again any time soon.

ps:: i changed the format so if it looks stupid ignore it im experimenting

pairing: mean!chris & sensitive!brat!reader

it’s 3am, and you’re curled up in chris’s lap at his desk, gripping his arm like a lifeline while the dim glow of his monitor flickers across the room. the horror game you stupidly begged to play is still going, and you regret every decision that led you to this moment.

“you’re so dramatic,” chris mutters, one hand lazily on the mouse while the other rests against your hip. “it’s just a game, angel. nothing’s gonna—”

a sudden noise crackles through the speakers, something low and guttural, and you jolt so hard you practically climb up his torso.

chris lets out a sharp sigh. “jesus christ, calm down. you’re embarrassing.”

“i hate this,” you whisper, burying your face into his shoulder.

“then why’d you beg to play it?”

“i thought it’d be fun!”

“yeah, well, it’s fun for me.” you can hear the smirk in his voice. “you’re the one acting like you’re about to piss yourself.”

you glare up at him, but before you can retaliate, the game drags you both back in. another slow walk down a pitch-black hallway, another eerie silence, another—

the screen explodes with movement, a grotesque figure lunging forward with a bloodcurdling screech.

you let out a scream so loud it could wake the dead, clutching at chris like you’re about to die.

chris, completely unfazed by the jumpscare, tenses under you before shoving a hand over your mouth. “what the fuck is wrong with you?” he hisses. “do you want me to go deaf?”

before you can answer, his bedroom door creaks open, and matt stands there, squinting like he’s debating if this is worth his time.

“what the hell is going on in here?” matt asks, voice thick with exhaustion.

chris turns in his chair, still keeping an arm wrapped around your waist. “oh, y’know,” he deadpans, “just trying to survive the night while this one loses her entire fucking mind over a pixelated corpse.”

matt stares for a second, then exhales, shaking his head. “you two are insufferable,” he mutters, already leaving.

“fuck off,” chris calls after him, and matt flips him off over his shoulder.

with the interruption over, you reluctantly refocus on the game. despite chris’s relentless teasing, he keeps his grip on you firm, even though he already knows you’re obviously not going anywhere. every time you flinch, he smirks. every time you whimper, he scoffs. and every time you grab onto him like he’s your only tether to life, he mutters some sarcastic little “so fucking pathetic” under his breath—but his arm tightens around you anyway.

the final level is absolute hell. you can barely bring yourself to watch as chris navigates through flickering lights, eerie whispers, and way too many jumpscares. he, of course, is completely unbothered.

you, on the other hand, are on the verge of tears.

“chris, i can’t do this,” you mumble, squeezing your eyes shut as something moves in the shadows on the screen.

“good thing i’m the one playing, then,” he says dryly.

“you know what i mean,” you whine, fisting the fabric of his hoodie.

he snorts. “angel, it’s literally fake. not real. not gonna come through the screen and kill you.”

“but what if it does?”

“oh my god.”

but he plays through it anyway, finishing off the final level while you clutch onto him like a lifeline. when the credits finally roll, you let out a shaky breath, sagging against his chest.

“yeah, you’re done playing horror games,” he announces, shutting down the computer.

you don’t argue. mostly because you’re exhausted, but also because, well—you’re still terrified.

he stands up, effortlessly lifting you with him before tossing you onto his bed. you let out a soft squeak as you land, and he chuckles dryly, shaking his head.

“so helpless,” he mutters, peeling off his hoodie before climbing in next to you.

he turns off the lights, and the room immediately becomes dark. too dark. too silent. too filled with the lingering images of what you just suffered through.

you inch closer to chris instinctively.

he immediately notices. “oh my god.”

“i’m scared,” you mumble, pressing your face into his chest.

“of what, angel?” he groans. “it’s over. the game’s done. you can stop acting scared now.”

“but what if something’s here?” you whisper.

he lets out the most dramatic sigh of all time. “yeah. totally. some half-decomposed demon crawled out of my gaming pc to murder you. nothing’s fuckin’ here.”

“you don’t know that.”

“i do know that, because i’m not an idiot,” he says, but he still shifts, pulling you closer. his hand settles on your lower back, rubbing slow circles, and you try not to smile at how automatic it is.

“you’ll protect me, right?” you whisper.

“nope.”

“chris.”

he huffs. “…yeah, yeah, whatever. now go to sleep before i actually strangle you.”

you snuggle into him, finally relaxing. his warmth, his grip, the steady rise and fall of his chest—it’s all enough to lull you under.

right as you start to drift off, you hear him grumble, “so fucking dramatic,” but he presses a lazy kiss to your forehead right after, like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.

a/n: have this stupid shit while i write smut ✨✨

tags: @sturniolo04 @admeliora94 @alexturnersgooch @strnilolover @snuffbut @frattboychris @marrykisskilled @mqttittude @purpledragon222 @aubsloveschris @slctsblogana @emely9274 @oliviasthatgirl @conspiracy-ash @matthewsroses @pasteldreams

[kadwrites]

desperate measures | T.S

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summary ; you finally take on the role of the tommy's bride-to-be.

warnings ; arranged marriage trope, typos? , idk, slow burn.

a/n ; let me know what you guys think! , also , i wanted to ask if you guys would want smut in this series? idk lmk

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goosebumps prickle your skin all over, your eyes are glassy when you look down. thomas shelby is down on his knee, kissing your hand.

"tommy..." your voice is softer than you thought it would be

"ya need to be proposed to right? to be engaged?" he pulls away , his thumb slightly caressing your knuckles

neither of you have moved, you just look at each other.

you chuckle again, your eyes go to the diamond ring that rests on your finger "tommy, it's perfect."

"i wanted it to be perfect."

your heart feels like it's going to explode, maybe celest was right, maybe he isn't all that bad.

he stands up, your hand still in his "now we're engaged" he's still giving you that soft smile.

"we are." you can't help the smile that's on your lips

after he left, you hear the sounds of your friends stampeding down the stairs, as if they knew something has happened. anna helps renne down the stairs.

"let's see it" renee has a hand behind her, supporting her back and a hand on her belly, looking at you with genuine joy and excitement.

you move your hands, showing the big diamond ring, the ring shines and as soon as everyone sees it, they all gasp.

"he went down on one knee..." you whisper as you look at it, recalling what had happened, still smiling. you couldn't stop smiling, even if you tried

fiona is screaming and squealing , madeline is grabbing your hand and looking at the stone

"oh my god"

"he did what?" fiona says , her voice loud as she stares at you excitedly

anna giggles, looking at renee "who would've thought thomas shelby had it in 'im aye?"

abraham is also there , standing next to anna "that's a big fucking rock" he mutters.

"i know" you couldn't believe it either,

"oh my god, it's gorgeous" celest whispers as she stares at the ring, a hand over her mouth "let me see, let me see"

you push your hand in front of her and she takes it in hers eagerly "good lord, this must've cost 'im a fortune"

"god i'm still shaking" you laugh, your hand is unsteady "i almost dropped face first into the fucking floor." you can almost still feel his lips on your skin.

the butterflies in your stomach were still there whenever you'd remember that moment, even days after.

oliver had dropped you by tommy's office, you both needed to go over some things for the party, and you needed to go see a seamstress that'll be making your engagement dress, tommy is coming along to pay.

you walk through the halls that are now familiar to you, heading for his office.

"congratulations" the blonde woman spoke with a smile,

you stop walking, is she talking to you?. you turn and look at her "um thank you."

"i bet it took a lot of convincing aye? to finally give ya some sort of ring, some sort of.... acknowledgment" her voice is so sweet you almost wouldn't catch the malice in it "how sweet of 'im, he was willing to do something like that"

"excuse me?"

"i suppose he felt like he was lookin' for a woman who was not as ... demanding perhaps ?" her head tilts to the side "desperate times call for desperate measures"

you compose yourself, somehow you kept your anger out of your voice "ya don't know what you're talkin' about , miss carter. if i was you, i'd keep my mouth"

"oh please." she rolls her eyes, a mocking laugh is accompanied with it as she leans back in her chair "mr shelby is a good man, with a good heart, he probably did it out of pity." she coos "ya two hardly look like a couple."

"ya mind repeating those words to me, miss carter?"

tommy moved so quietly , you didn't even know he was standing beside you until he spoke.

"mr shelby..." she tries to smile, she stutters

he was watching, he always somehow is. he watched you walk, watched how you responded to her, how you held yourself.

"start talkin'." his voice was cold, it was ice cold.

her eyes widen, she licks her lips nervously "sir"

"she said that we don't look like a couple, that you're marrying me out of pity" the words that polly spoke to you, that first time you ever came here were ringing in your ear.

"is that so?" he didn't take his eyes off of her "is that so , miss carter?" he repeats.

she doesn't respond , she's just looking at him as if she wanted the earth to part and swallow her whole.

"and i'm sure that it doesn't look like i fucked 'er till her back gave out last night but looks can be deceiving, aye?"

with the way he spoke, even you almost believed him.

you held back a laugh, you tilt your head , mimicking how she spoke to you not even two minutes ago, with a small smirk on your lips. was it petty that you enjoyed this? probably, but you didn't really care.

his words did have an affect on you, but you pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind.

her eyes dart between you and him, she tries to speak but he stops her

"i will go out with my fiancée, and when i come back i better not find one fucking trace of ya in this place."

your eyes snap to him, watching him now.

"i'm not the good man ya think i am, not to the likes of ya. the only reason i'm being forgiving today , is because my bride is next to me. next time , i wouldn't be so charitable."

he turns, his hand rests on the small of your back, taking you with him. you give the woman one last glance before you go.

she looked as if her blood stopped flowing, as if it froze in her veins ,her eyes still stuck on where tommy was.

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[cherryxblossxms]

🔞 Riding Buggy but he's so fucking loud, wailing and whining and moaning like some kind of broken siren. Half of it is moans, and the other half is broken babbling telling you to keep going, how good you feel around his dick, how close he is to bursting, how he wishes he could just fuck you like this every day instead of pillaging. As he gets closer to cumming, his volume only gets worse, his grunts and moans making a filthy symphony with the rocking of the bed and the wet sound of bouncing on his dick.

You can feel the way he's rock hard inside you, his hands gripping your hips so tightly that you know you'll be bruised tomorrow, and the way his eyes are starting to roll back tells you he's close. No doubt he's going to scream his head off when he cums, and as much as you know he's the captain and the crew would never bring up his... activities to his face, you also prefer not to be the subject of hot gossip for the next few weeks. Just as you're feeling close as well, your position makes it easy to slap a hand down across his mouth, immediately muffling his wanton sounds.

Whether it's just your timing or the fact Buggy loves it when you force him to be quiet, he's quick to cum right after, practically exploding inside you. Just the feel of his hot seed and the thought of him emptying his balls in you sets off your own climax, your bounces stuttering as your body clamps down on him, quickly settling into grinding your hips instead to ride out your climax. Even muffled, the pitch of his whines reaches a new level, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he feels you milk him, moving into overstimulation faster than usual, but he'd rather kill someone than pull out of your heat just yet.

The silence afterward is almost deafening, now only filled with the sounds of heavy breathing as you both struggled to catch your breath, his mouth now freed of your hand. Neither of you are willing to move just yet, limbs limp and his cock still plugging you up, though the sweat is making you stick to each other. The desire to just stay like this for hours is tempting, hopeful that your captain's noisy tendencies didn't make it outside his room, but a soft knock on Buggy's cabin door puts an end to that thought.

"Uh, Captain? Sorry for... i-interruptin', but there's something we need you for," a timid, clearly scandalized voice says through the wood.

All Buggy can do is give you a sheepish look, his cheeks turning a ruddy color much like his nose. You were going to have to invest in some much more effective soundproofing measures...

[loop-lover-central]

UGLY FUCKING THING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A first draft with no personality.

Personality getting nailed down.

Yap session below as per usual.

Name: Convoiter (Covet)

Pronouns: It/Its+They/Them

Occupation: Loop's worst nightmare. A sadness within.

So. I have made it a reality. I have taken all the parts of Loop that they hate and given it form. Let's go over it.

So it looks like Siffrin because Loop hates loves HATES ??? Siffrin. Mostly based on SAAPfrin with the larger pins and no sleeves.

I made them look like it's about to explode into Loop. Like the process started but halted part way. Its cloak and hat are burnt and tattered near the head too.

Two eyes, always shadowed, and always crying no matter the expression. Nostalgie is always crying and the first thing we see in game IS loopfrin crying. Also had to throw in some act 5 Frin shadows for a little spice. Also also a touch of red in the eyes because we LOVE Siffrin & adjacents with red eyes. It never gets old.

Their head is always forcefully tilted upwards, because Loop feels forced to follow the universe's will before their own. So they're always looking towards the universe to follow.

It's hyper expressive to combat MDP's lack of expression. And also to toss in saap-frin being hella awkward at expressions (looks at snile). Also a sort of a caricature of Loop putting on such a large flamboyant personality to hide their identity. Big personality, big expressions!!!

I made them able to float about as a reference to the scrapped Loop battle where they're kinda floating. Also what kind of star would it be if it was stuck to the ground ;)

They're almost like the mania to MPD's depression. Where Mal is the whisper of doubt, Con is THE SCREAM despair.

It's loud, and mean, and knows you from the inside out (hm... Almost sounds like someone we already know, huh?). It basically tears Loop apart piece by piece with a sadistic (masochistic?) smile. They're a big bully, like Loop fears they were towards Siffrin. But where Loop would apologize when they actually went too far, Convoiter is genuinely nasty, unapologetic, and over the top.

[august-parker]

Stupid domestic Avengers headcanons because I love them 🫶

-Bucky sneezes like a kitten and everyone makes fun of him for it (not Steve because Steve has that dad sneeze where he basically just screams and he knows damn well Bucky will make fun of him harder) he sneezed infront of a victim as the winter soldier once and they made fun of him before they died, honestly absolute legend

-Tony is the easiest person to scare, literally hide behind a corner and jump out and he WILL shit himself and then act like nothing happened immediately after

-Loki is forced into community service after the alien attacks, so you'll casually find a God picking up trash or at the library helping kids with disabilities read <3 he hates every second of it (no he doesn't) and Thor thinks its fucking hilarious

-Natasha uses the fact she's the only women as a weapon and she WILL gut the Avengers with it. Anytime anyone questions her battle plan or says they can't do a favor for her she immediately goes "is it because I'm a girl? 😐" and they fall for it everytime ESPECIALLY Steve because he grew up surrounded by sexism and doesn't want Natasha to think he agrees with it. Gaslight gatekeep girlboss real shit

-anytime you enter a room you HAVE to look up and make sure peter isn't asleep on the ceiling or he WILL fall on you. Sometimes multiple times a day you'll hear the worlds loudest thud and then shortly after hear his "I'm okay! I'm good!" he fell on Tony once and never stopped apologizing since.

-there is a very large note on the kitchen microwave that reads: "DO NOT PUT LAB EXPERIMENTS IN THE MICROWAVE I WILL KILL YOU TONY -pepper <3" he uses the work around of acting like he's busy and asking someone else to do it for him, pepper beat the shit out of him after it explodes. Rest in peace Tony Stark

-the hulk shit talks to Bruce all the time, not about him but about other people, like when Tony has a "therapy Session" with him hulk is just absolutely destroying him in his mind. "GET REAL THERAPIST YOU CAN AFFORD IT >:(" Yes, yes he can hulk. sometimes he says something so mean it makes Bruce laugh out loud and him and Tony just stare at each other like "🫢😐"

-Steve taught peter 40s slang and now they (also Bucky) are insufferable, Tony will be scolding him for doing something stupid on patrol and peter will just go "this is bum rap >:(" que Tony just stareing at him like "????"

-pepper is the only sane person in that tower this isn't a headcanon, it's a fact.

-Tony goes to Clint for "dealing with kids" advice as he calls it (it's really parenting advice) and Clint makes fun of him but he does give him actually good advice which is cute to me :)

-Natasha dominates at Mario kart she will pass the person in last place (steve) and then make fun of everyone for sucking once she wins

-Everyone makes the fics of peter calling Tony dad accidentally but I think I'd be funny if he called Bucky or Steve dad on accident instead and Tony getting SO pissed about it, peter was leaving the tower that day and Steve walked through the doorway as he leaves so they bumped into each other, Steve apologizes and moves for peter to pass by and peter waves saying "bye dad!" and immediately pauses, his face goes red and he sprints away leaving Steve like ":0" and Tony like "WHAT THE FUCK"

-everyone takes turns planning "team training exercises" like making obstacle courses that they have to work together to get past, even if its just those Mario kart days it's team building one way or another. When it gets to Peter's turn he never takes it seriously, he forces everyone to make cookies using only those dinosaur hand grabbers and secretly records the whole thing which is just everyone screaming at each other, he makes a surprise dnd game and Steve Accidentally blows up Tony using fireball and Natasha is going around pickpocketing everyone she comes into contact with, Bucky gets emotionally attached with an NPC and literally abandons the actual mission Clint rolled a nat 20 on flirting with the villain and Bruce is the only one following the story line. He makes a Kahoot game forcing everyone to guess triva questions on each other like "what's Steve's favorite color?" or "how long have you all been friends so far?"

I have more but I'll probably separate them into a different post for now :)

[starlightsuffered]

Frat Boy (the end)

Info - tipsy reader and Timmy, worried about noise, praise kink, frat boy Timmy, needy Timmy, lingerie, wedding night, oral (Fem receiving), unprotected sex, cock warming

"Woooooo hooooo!" Timothée crowed as he tried to kick in the hotel room door. We were both pleasantly tipsy, and he was in full frat boy mode. The amount of times he'd bragged about me to the Uber was insane, he'd also been trying his hardest to get head. I'd told him it'd be more romantic to wait for the suite, he said my tits looked too sick in my wedding dress for him to wait.

"You're going to wake up the whole place," I giggled. He tripped and we landed awkwardly on the luxurious bed.

"Who cares! I'm married, I'm a husband, and you're my wife," he said excitedly.

"You're a dork," I smirked, and he rolled his eyes. He kissed me feverishly. He was needy, pawing at me and desperately humping me though we were clothed.

"Come on Timmy, let's do it properly, I'm going to the bathroom to take this off," I said.

"Don't be long," he pleaded. "I ache for you."

"I won't baby," I said and kissed his chin before going to the bathroom. I was happy I hadn't cried or sweated off my makeup. My hair was a bit wild, but it'd be fine.

I began to get out of my dress. I had hidden lingerie in here earlier to surprise him. I put on the lacy, baby blue set, he was going to go wild. I smirked at myself in the mirror. I looked good married.

I stepped out and Timothée's mouth fell open in complete awe. I sauntered towards him and nudged his chin so he'd shut his mouth. I kissed him then and his hands went to my sides automatically.

"You're so fucking hot," he moaned.

"You got pretty rowdy tonight," I said between kisses. "Sure you don't want to go back to your frat boy lifestyle? Different girl every night? Never ending drinks? No down time?"

"Absolutely not," he said resolutely.

"There's only one girl for me, and I love quiet evenings in with her just as much as I like wild nights out with her," he said with a smile that made me melt.

"You're so good to me," I sighed. He was kissing me now, his hands were everywhere. He squeezed my ass, then my breasts, then he was yanking at the fabric of my ensemble and moaning.

"It should be illegal that my tongue isn't in your pussy right now," he growled and soon my bottoms were ripped away. He feasted on me, and I slapped a hand over my mouth as I writhed and whined.

"Take that hand away," he panted.

"I'm gonna be so loud," I told him.

"I know, I want that," he chuckled darkly.

"What if we get a noise complaint?" I asked him.

"Let me take care of that pretty girl, just let me hear those sounds I love," he begged me. I didn't raise my hand again and he smiled at me.

He bent down again to swirl his tongue inside my cunt. He darted it in and out.

"Timmy," I gasped and fisted the sheets.

He hummed into my heat. I could feel myself dripping with wetness that he scooped up with his tongue. I was on fire for him, unable to stop the desperate whimpers. He was circling my clit with his tongue and I knew when he sucked it between his needy pink lips that I'd hit my crescendo.

"Timothée!" I screamed as he did just that. I was heaving, my whole body convulsing as he lapped me through my orgasm. My muscles loosened. He was climbing up the bed, kissing any bare skin he could see.

"My wife, all mine," he said in a low voice and kissed the base of my throat.

"Possessive are we?" I gasped out as he sucked.

"Yes, and happy, and so turned on I could explode," he listed. Soon, his cock was slowly lowering inside me.

"Ohhh, feel that angel? How long I take to bottom out? You always take me so incredibly well," he moaned.

"Yeah? I feel good for you my husband?" I asked.

"Ohhhh, fuck, don't, this is going to be over before it begins if you keep using the H word," he whined.

"What? Husband?" I giggled and he swore before beginning to jack hammer his hips. I moaned, grabbing his bicep as he set a merciless pace.

"Such a good girl for me, always takes my cock so good. Fuck, you feel like magic," he gasped.

"So good Timmy, so damn good!"

"I can't believe I get to fuck you for the rest of my life, too good to be true. This pussy is heaven sent. Look where we meet baby, where I disappear inside you," he ordered and I always did what he said in the bedroom. I watched him sinking into me over and over and my walls clenched once.

"There's my good girl, with her walls that squeeze me so good. Fuck, I love you," he whined and leaned down to kiss me heatedly. His hands were all over my tits, massaging, kneading, flicking.

"You're so perfect, so damn perfect," he heaved.

"Timmy, fuck you're so big," I whimpered.

"Yet you always take me so well, never complaining, always doing what I say, Ohh you're such a good girl f'me," he said, voice bouncing as he feverishly fucked me

"I know a word that might affect you more than the H word," I moaned as I wrapped my limbs around him.

"What?" He gasped.

"Wife, I'm your wife Timothée," I whispered and he cried out, and his cock began to throb as he filled me with ropes of cum. I came as well, his needy wails had me feelings warm and fuzzy and gorgeous.

"I swear you're glowing," he sighed and nuzzled his face into my neck. He slowed down until he was lazily fucking his cum deeper, and soon after that he stopped.

"Stay inside me," I whispered.

"Yes," he agreed. "My wife."