#GOD DAMN I LOVE MY MULLET!!!

[artfulanimal]

AHH MY MULLET'S COMING BACKK!!! =^ш^=

[aria-greenhoodie]

Edwardian AU - The Mystery Society Refs! (@kitcatia’s AU)

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So the Anti-Cipher Society Discord (dm me if you’re interested in joining!) has been BUZZING about this AU my dear friend Kit has so kindly been brewing for us, and I’ve made quite a lot of art and writing for it I’d like to share! Basic premise is that Emma-May, Fiddleford, Stanford, Stanley, and Carla McCorkle all form an Anti-Cipher-Esque Society in 1901! I’ve worked with Kit to make a lot of refs for the AU, and attached AUs because we both lack self control 💚 Anyway, stay tuned for more of this lovely little Edwardian Era AU where nothing bad ever happens ;)

[cheesecakeandcake]

Looked in the mirror. Sharp as a bullet. God DAYM I love my mullet!!!!

[thestarsearcher]

44, 0, 2, 12, 15

uhhhhhhmm..

I refuse to eat oatmeal is a random fact uhhh I am an AVID oatmeal hater

I'm pretty short, so uhm around 5'3!

began dating a sweet gal yesterday, taking it slow, might subject her to hatchetfield happenings, the works :3

my favorite movie isssss white chick's 💔💔

[kelsiers-metal-vials]

looked in the mirror

in lots of pain

i look like the sick twink from arcane

submitted by @agave

[darlingdaisyfarm]

mullet!Stan Pines headcanons

✦ it’s rare that you see him without a shirt, but one day you spot the burn scar tattoo you think? etched into his shoulder, something Stan never intended to have. he notices you looking and quickly covers. “ain’t nothin’ to look at, sweetheart” he laughs awkwardly, turning away

✦ now, whenever your hand brushes over it, even accidentally, though not really, because you’re so curious and want to know what is it, Stan freezes up and it takes him a second to relax again. he blinks, brows furrowed, face blank as he falls out of reality, like it brings him right back to that fight with his brother. you gently trace the scar and Stan lets you, though you can feel him fighting the wish to pull away. “just. . . don’t think about it too much, alright?” he’ll mumble, but you know that for Stan, this scar means more than he’ll ever admit.

✦ however one night Stanley finally tells you the full story. how it happened, the anger, the betrayal, the pain he never quite dealt with. he looks away, ashamed, preparing to be slapped and yelled at, but you gently tilt his face back toward you, brushing a thumb over the scar, tracing it without a word, letting him know it doesn’t change how you see him. when he wants to pull away, you stop him with a tender smile, whispering that he’s safe, that whatever happened, he’s not alone in it anymore

okay enough angst :)

✦ there’s a god somewhere blessing this man with a mullet and it’s only right that you get to take care of it. imagine him sitting there all gruff and complaining at first, like “i don’t need pampering,” but the second you get your hands in his hair he goes soft, eyes closed, practically melting. the tough guy act drops and he’s yours to play with. he’d mumble something like, “didn’t know ya liked my hair this much,” trying to sound casual, but he’s putty in your hands and he knows it. might even lean into you, letting you do whatever you want.

✦ so yeah, Stan will never admit It, but he loves being pampered. brush your fingers through his hair, scratch his back or rub his shoulders, and he’ll melt right there. “aw, c’mon, I don’t need all that mushy stuff,” he’ll grumble, but then he’ll lean right into your touch, closing his eyes, sighing as you work out the knots in his shoulders. “alright, alright, I take it back. keep doin’ that, I’m beggin’ ya.” and he’s yours — grumpy, needy mess, secretly loving every second.

✦ when it’s late and there’s an open bottle of whiskey between you, Stan got just enough liquor in him that his guard slips. he’s closer than usual, looking at you like you’re the only thing worth seeing and then out of nowhere, he speaks so damn quiet, “ain’t used to somebody like you.” he’s saying it to himself more than anything. and when you press him on it he brushes it off, acting all tough like he didn’t just spill his heart right there

✦ you’ll never hear it in so many words, but it’s there in all the little things he does. after a rough day or some dumb close call, he’ll look at you a little longer than usual, saying softly, “don’t know what i’d do without ya, y’know?” and yeah, then he’ll laugh it off, crack a joke to brush it away, because he’s so scared to show vulnerability but you still notice the truth in his eyes. he’s showing it even if he can’t say it out loud. it’s his way, in that unpolished, stubborn way of his, but damn, if it isn’t sweet.  

✦ sometimes, it all boils over and you two end up in a heated argument because he can be so damn stubborn, your voices raised, tempers flaring. but after it’s over, when the dust settles he’s not one to just let it go. Stan will not forgive himself if another person close to him leaves him. he’ll come back to you, eyes softer, whispering apologies under his breath, wanting to make things right, at least once. he pulls you close, his fingers brushing your cheek while he looks into it eyes just to make sure they aren’t red from tears.

✦ “i ain’t the best guy, ya know?” you want to reassure him that he’s more than just a messed-up past. when he looks at you, his eyes searching yours, it’s like he’s waiting for you to see through the bullshit. and god, when you reach for him, telling him he’s enough, you can practically feel him exhale, releasing that tight tension.

✦ at first, Stan hid his jealousy. well, what can you do, this man is used to hiding all his life. so before, when someone else got a little too close to you, Stan would hide his jealousy with “just didn’t like the way they were lookin’ at ya, thats all”

so later when you got much closer, he’s all kinds of possessive in the hottest way. someone brushes past you at the bar or shack? his grip on your waist tightens just a bit and he’s leaning in, “you keep yer distance.” actually Stan isnt just jealous, he needs to keep you close, to remind everyone that you’re his

✦ so now you know — this man is possessive, if he’s got you, he wants everybody to know it. he’ll leave little marks, love bites along your collarbone, your shoulders, neck, anywhere he can reach. he’ll smirk when he sees them later, running his thumb over the spot, all proud, whispering something like, “gotta let ‘em know who ya belong to.” so when he notices you wearing something that shows them off, that just sets him off all over again.

✦ sometimes, Stanley just gets quiet, he’ll pull you into this tight hug, burying his face against your neck. no words, no jokes, just him, needing you. maybe it’s after a long day, or some memory from the past got to him, but he won’t explain it, not yet. he’ll just hold you like he’s afraid of letting go, mumbling a half-hearted “don’t mind me”

✦ you’ll never know about it, but sometimes he’ll wake up early just to look at you, his hand resting on your side, thumb rubbing lazy circles on your hip. he’d mumble under his breath, half in awe, half still sleepy, “how the hell’d i get so lucky?” it’s this rare soft look he’ll snap out of the second you move in your sleep, pretending he wasn’t just watching you like you’re the best damn thing he’s ever seen.

✦ as cocky as Stan is, sometimes he’ll just lean back and wait, watching you with this smug lazy smirk, waiting for you to break first. he’ll spread his arms, eyebrows raised, saying “go on, sweetheart, show me what ya got.” and it’s not that he doesn’t want you, he’s just savouring the anticipation, the way you look when you finally grab his shirt and pull him close, wiping that smirk right off his face as he gives in, hands rough and needy on you

✦ there’s something about Stan getting down and dirty with his car that just makes him even hotter. he’ll be sprawled under the hood, greasy hands and all, and when you come by, he’ll flash that charming grin and you’ll find him making suggestive comments about how the car isn’t the only thing he’d love to get under

✦ you’ll be curled up together watching some old flick and the moment something emotional hits you’ll catch him sneaking a sniffle, clearing his throat like it’s nothing. “damn movies, always gettin’ me,” he’ll grumble, trying to cover it up, but when you tease him, he’ll roll his eyes. “oh please, sweetheart, I just. . . like a good story, okay?”

[moonlight-records]

Hole in one | LH44 & LN4

pairing: LH44 x Reader x LN4

summary: your boyfriends want to go golfing on a rarely non-busy day but your mind has other ideas seeing how hot your boyfriends are. luckily, you're not the only one who thinks golfing isn't the only hole in one today--

warning: age gap between lewis & partners, semi-threesome, dom/sub dynamics, mention of eating out, mention of sex, mention of overstimulation, semi-free use(?), cockwarming, blowjob, semi-public exhibitionism (aka car sex), mmf threesome sorta???, edging, facial, mention of medication.

fc: none!

a/n: I KNOW THE TITLE IS CHEESY. DOES IT MAKE SENSE?? IDK AND IDC. It's late and i used my brain power for the smut--don't look at me

wc: 4.1K

God, you were certain you were going to go straight to hell. Poor boys just wanted a nice bonding day and you were imagining their hands helping you get out of this golfing outfit.

The thought crossed your mind glancing between the two Brits who were currently standing by the golf tee happily talking while you looked between the two trying to figure out which one you wanted to take first.

First, Lando was in those black golf shorts and that stupid black wife beater. You had so much to look at that you didn’t where you wanted to focus on first. Between the vein that pops out of his neck when he swings to his hands that gripped the gold club the way you wish he would grip your hair to his muscles just on full display along with a gorgeous tan that would look so much better with marks from you. Your eyes kept linger up to that curly mullet he had just gotten and you wet your lips because damn it. That mullet was just coaxing you to run your fingers through and grab and yank. Maybe you could get a hold of that chain and—

There was some laughter as a darker male nudged Lando with his shoulder. Lewis was the polar opposite of Lando.

While Lando looked like he had just rolled out of bed ten minutes before his ride came, Lewis was dressed like he was always on the golf course. A cream (you think it’s cream anyway) woven short sleeve polo and green golfing pants. The pants fit Lewis in a way that you could clearly see a little bit more than typically bargained before. You learned that the hard way by hole 3 when you realized Lewis did not have his hands in his pocket and now at hole 11, you were disrespectfully staring at any chance you got. When you couldn’t, you took to staring at all the different tattoos that you could see on his arms and watching his muscles. What you wouldn’t give for those damn tatted biceps putting your head in a headlock.

God, what do people call this duo?

Pairs??

You squint when the rare sunlight is suddenly in your eyes before a figure steps to the side slightly to give you shade. The gentle swipe of a thumb across your bottom lip snaps you back into reality.

“Something distracting you, love?”

Your face flushes almost immediately when Lando speaks to you. You avert your eyes while clearing your throat before letting out a soft noise of surprise when Lando lets his hand slip just underneath your jaw and forces your head up just an inch higher. You look back at him and blink because wow. The guys were right. You really did just need a few touches from either of them to turn into a mess.

“Sweetheart,” Lando murmurs while leaning down, “I asked you a question, didn’t I?”

“Yeah..”

“You haven’t answered me. You know I don’t like repeating myself but you are just too cute like this so I’ll ask one more time. Is there something distracting you, love?”

“Oh!” You start, “Oh no—not really—” you ramble out and sit up a bit straighter when Lando sits next to you in the golf cart, resting an elbow on the steering wheel as his hand moves back to his chin, swiping his thumb on your lower lip, “just thinking about…things,” you murmur while nodding, more so trying to convince yourself then Lando, “that’s all.”

“What were you thinking about?” He smirks.

You squirm slightly under his gaze while glancing at Lando before letting your gaze drift around. Nobody else was around, which wasn’t a surprise considering you and your boyfriends decided to go golfing only an hour after the rain stopped even though the clouds still hung around, the sun was coming out. At least Lewis was kind enough to tip the workers very well as a thank you. Speaking of, your gaze lands on Lewis who is still by the golf tee, texting someone intensely which means Lewis is distracted.

Glancing back, you’re met with sea green eyes that meet your gaze. There’s a dark fire burning in them that you know screams lustful trouble. You knew better than to give into this temptation. You were in public for christ sake and the last thing you wanted was to get in trouble but you’ve been dying to get your hands on his mullet and it’s right here.

Trouble be damned, you slide closer to Lando, letting a hand make its way around his neck and you start to run your fingers carefully through his curly mullet. You gently scratch his neck as Lando rests his head on your shoulder. You gasp silently when warm lips brush against your neck teasingly. You bite your bottom lip harshly feeling Lando nip at your neck to stay quiet as you press your thighs together. You yank his hair slightly feeling his hand slide between your thighs.

“Lando,” You murmur as a warning trying to close your legs.

“Shhh,” Lando murmurs in your ear. You shiver hearing that stupid smirk in his words as a finger traces the waistband of your skirt on your skin shifting so one of his legs caught yours and forced your legs open for him. You whine softly as his hand starts to slip under the waistband.

You gasp when Lando’s head is yanked back and your eyes flick up to Lewis, standing behind Lando while holding his head back to look up at the older Brit. Lewis is looking down at Lando before his gaze finally makes it over to you and he raises a brow, “what do we have, here?” Lewis asks.

You stare at the older male then at Lando because you have two options. You can either go down with the ship or save yourself. Typically, you’d probably go down with Lando but you were still recovering from two nights ago when you and Lando decided to send Lewis some rather risky photos while he was at the factory. The memory of being being sat in Lewis lap having orgasm after orgasm from Lando, who was on his knee for that entire time eating you out and that was about a good…two hours before Lewis had showed you some mercy by letting you lay on the couch while Lewis had Lando bent over the coffee table an apologizing mess.

“I tried to warn him.” You admit to Lewis.

“Y/N!” Lando manages before he groans slightly when Lewis tugs his hair a bit more while Lewis leans over him, "Sorry,” Lando breaths out.

Lewis shakes his head while looking down at him, “you just love to cause trouble don’t you, you fucking brat,” Lewis smirks at Lando’s feigned innocent smile. He looks at you and uses his free hand to tilt your chin up. “Meanwhile, Y/N over here is being such a little angel for me.”

“She is not,” Lando breathes out, “She was enjoying it more than what she’s leading on.”

Lewis hums softly and thinks it over, “Well, I’m not too sure about that. I did interrupt before anything fun could happen, but.” Lewis leans down, “it seems that out of the two of you, you typically are the one that initiates trouble and y/n has such a pure heart to not let you get punished on your own. Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

You bit your bottom lip gently while nodding in agreement, “That’s right.”

“See? She’s so kind,” Lewis praises as he leans over to give you a peck, “unlike a certain brat.”

“Well, someone has to keep things lively,” Lando muses, “Besides I never hear either of you complain.”

“You’re right, we don’t complain,” Lewis starts, “we love it very much but sometimes, we just want an easy and I just want you to behave for me. Like today, it was supposed to be an easy day with golfing and cuddling but now I have to punish you for misbehaving.” Lewis shakes his head softly, “what am I going to do with you?” Lewis hums looking between the two of you and grins, “I know exactly what to do.”

It was a miracle that the golf cart made it back to its area in one piece. Even though it only went up to 20 miles per hour Lewis made it feel like it was going much faster with how determined he was to get the three of you off the course after telling Lewis your idea. Lando was growing more excitedly anxious while you sat between the two of them, curious to see what is suppose to happen.Lewis had given you the keys to the Mercedes, telling you and Lando to head over early as he wrapped up and you happily obliged with Lando giving Lewis a mock salute and following.

“Lando,” you start when you two are close to the car when Lando is pressing against your back, kissing his neck. Lando murmurs something into your skin as you tilt your head to give Lando better access as you unlock the car. You get the back door open before you yelp when Lando gives a sharp slap to your ass, whipping around, “Lando!”

“What?” He feigns innocence as he pulls you close by your hips. He lets his hands travel down to your ass to gently rub soothing circles where he slapped before grabbing your ass, “Am I supposed to just stare? Can’t touch it now?”

You giggle softly while wrapping your arms around his neck. You let Lando back you up to the car as you hum softly, “I suppose that wouldn’t be fair.”

Lando grins before leaning down and catching your lips in a kiss. You let a hand find its way back into the mullet as Lando tilts your head, deepening the kiss. You moan softly which gives Lando a chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. He stumbles you backwards, breaking the kiss to help you into the back seat before climbing in after you. He shuts the door but something stops it and Lando whips his head around to see Lewis holding the door handle. “Oh,” he says breathlessly and laughs, “Lew. Jesus.”

“Sorry,” Lewis chuckles sheepishly, “didn’t have the heart to interrupt the show.”

You giggle softly while scooting over so Lewis could climb in. Once he was in, you comfortably sat back in your corner watching Lewis pull Lando into a searing kiss by the back of his neck. You fanned yourself watching because it should not be as hot as it was watching Lando just crumble under Lewis’ touch slowly but surely. When they finally pulled away to catch their breath, you didn’t even want to join in. You were much happier just sitting in your corner watching Lando turn into a mess as the curly hair driver was now straddling Lewis, kissing and nipping at his neck for more attention.

You lock eyes with Lewis and he just nods his head slightly. You immediately crawl over and Lando lets out a huff when Lewis shifts him to straddle one thigh while you straddle the other. You’re cupping Lewis’ face and kissing him stupid. You pull back before slinking off of Lewis thigh.

You and Lewis work together to get into position. Lewis manages to turn Lando before having him sit in Lewis' lap. While Lewis pulls Lando’s into another kiss, you move yourself to the floor. It’s a bit tighter than you anticipated but you made it work. You glance up, seeing Lando’s with his head back on Lewis shoulder gasping and whining. Lewis was murmuring in his ear while one hand was up Lando’s shirt playing with his nipples while the other was loosely messing with Lando’s belt. He glances down when you gently push Lewis’ hand away from Lando’s belt before undoing it.

You stick your tongue out as you fiddle with the belt while Lando squirms above. You huff before smacking his inner thigh gently causing him to yelp out of shock, “stop moving!” You tell him as you get the belt undone before undoing Lando’s shorts.

“Y/N?”

“Yes?” You ask.

“Could you do me a big favor?” Lewis asks, “could you go into the glove compartment and grab me the travel lube? Please?”

“Of course!” You take a hot minute to turn so your back is to your boyfriends and lean over the counsel and just get the glove compartment open. You shift to lean a bit more as you dig through, listening to the sound of kisses and soft gasps and whines. “Oh, was someone eager?” You hear Lewis behind you, “Was a good enough boy to at least your butt plug.” You put your lips together tightly as if you were eating a lemon to keep from laughing out loud as Lando just murmurs something before he groans out in pleasure before he tries to quiet himself.

“Found it!” You announce happily as you lean back offering the travel lube to Lewis. The second that it’s out of your hand you’re leaning forward to close the glove compartment while behind you Lewis and Lando shuffled around before Lando . When you turn around, Lando is now sitting in Lewis’ lap. He was panting slightly his back against Lewis chest, shorts and boxers now pulled down, face flushed.

“Ah, there we go,” Lewis purrs while hooking his chin on Lando’s shoulder. You watch Lewis’s hands moving down to stroke Lando’s cock, making you kneel right there as he does so, “You’re very pretty as a brat,” Lewis whispers but besides Lando’s gasps and whines, you can hear Lewis, “but you’re much prettier when you’re like this.” Lando manages out a breathless “Yes sir,” while gripping Lewis’ arm like a lifeline.

Lewis drags his teeth against Lando’s neck, finally biting a mark on his pretty skin (which you’re jealous of since you’ve been wanting to do that all day) but you’re getting more flustered while looking semi-embarrassed, turning as red as Ferrari’s suit and ducking your head. But Lewis is quick to snap his fingers and motions for you to rest his head against Lando's bare thigh while he works. You hesitate but do what is asked with Lewis praising you, "just keep looking here baby. Don't look away from how pretty Lando's being for you,” and Lewis goes back to working Lando up. "See? Look at how well behaved Y/N is? You see what happens when you behave? You get rewarded. We should probably do something to reward her...right?"

You watch Lando swallow a strangle cry probably because the three of you were in a mainly empty parking lot and currently doing—this. You see Lewis use his free hand to slip up Lando’s shirt to grab his chin, forcing the younger Brit to look at him, “Well? Do you think Y/N deserves a reward?” “I—mm yeah,” Lando manages out, “but I thought—”

“Oh trust me. I didn’t forget about you.” Lewis grins and kisses him, “you are going to sit here on my cock so pretty for me while Y/N enjoys her reward and let us just use you how we see fit, is that okay?” Grabbing his jaw a bit harsher, “and the only time you can cum is when I decide. Understood?”

Lando whines but nods. “I—yes sir,” Lando says softly while digging his nails a bit more into Lewis' skin, “I understand.” Lewis hisses feeling Lando digging into his arm. In return, Lewis leans down to nip at Lando’s neck, leaving another mark while rolling his hips up. Lando arches his back and moans loudly, squirming slightly. “Oh fuck—”

Lando completely ignores the reaction he pulls from the younger driver while using his free hand to brush your cheek. He shifts a little further forward and ushers you up. "Come on, you’ve earned a reward for being so good and not following this brat’s lead for trouble. Go on," He urges, nodding his head before you get the picture. You look up at Lewis and Lando before adjusting your kneeling position the best you can.Then you duck your head and wrap your lips around Lando’s cock, replacing Lewis’ hand. Immediately, you hollow your cheeks out when you start sucking the other off.

“Such good sweethearts, both of you,” Lewis says above directed at both of you. You can’t help the blush that spreads across your cheeks and neck as your lips stretch over the girth of Lando’s cock. It earns a strangled cry from Lando as Lewis speaks. "Fuck you two are just too pretty," he moans, rolling his hips up into Lando, earning another gasp and moan as Lando bucks his hips forward slightly. It causes you to choke on Lando briefly and when you pull back, there's a string of spit connecting your lips to Lando still. “Oh are you okay sweetheart?” Lewis purrs softly, “Lando isn’t being rude, right?”

“No, no he’s not being rude. Just, surprised was all,” you admit.

“Well, why don’t you take a bit of a break?”

You blink and nod slightly as you lean back, panting softly. You press your thighs together when you’re reminded just how strong these drivers are as you watch Lewis grab Lando’s hips hard enough to lease bruises before Lewis is practically using Lando as a toy. You watch Lewis manage to pick Lando up before slamming him down. Lando’s eyes roll into the back of his head as he grips onto Lewis, doing exactly what he was told. Sitting there, looking pretty, and letting you two use him however you two saw fit.

Really this shouldn't be turning you on as much as it is, but it is. Lewis is really hot when he gets all commanding like this, switching off from fucking Lando senseless to you sucking Lando off while Lando is being pampered and gets the praises he deserves and looks so sexy as he’s begging Lewis to show him any mercy and - you stick your tongue on the underside the younger drivers's cock, swallowing him down even more, some of your hair falling in your face when Lewis gently guides your head back dow. You know that your jaw is probably going to be sore tomorrow and you probably won’t be able to get in this car for a bit without getting flustered but you do not care right now when your boyfriends are being this hot right now.

"Look at her, Lan," Lewis breathes when he sees you giving into the job, "look at how much she's loving this,” you glance up seeing Lewis pampering Lando in kisses. Lando was breathing heavily, face and chest flushed. Hair stuck to his forehead from sweat while his cheeks were slick with both sweat and tears. His eyes are slightly red and glassy but he seems so gone in subspace. Lando almost sobs when you deep throat him, burying his face in Lewis neck as his hands fly to your hair to find purchase, holding onto your hair as you start bobbing your head again, randomly deep throating him to keep things interesting.

Pulling off, you pant while looking up, biting your bottom lip as you smile when Lewis strokes your cheek, “Oh, what a good little slut for you’re being - and only for us.” Lewis starts, “You think it’s time for Lando to have mercy?” You look your other boyfriend over and nod. “Okay. Well, how do you want him? Down your throat or all over your face? Tell me what you want."

Your brain short circuits because you swore that Lewis was going to make this decision, not you. This feels like a big decision and you aren’t really sure what to pick as you squirm in your spot, “I—um,” you start before Lewis is grabbing your hair and guiding you to look up at him a bit harshly, "Y/N," Lewis warns, "you have to use your words. Or we will stop and I will fuck Lando silly in the backseat and neither of you will get off. You understand me, don’t you? Tell me what you want."

You let your mouth fall open before closing your mouth and swallowing the lump in your throat. As much as you would love to see your boyfriends have sex, the idea of not getting off was the only thing that made the idea slightly unappealing. This was your reward so you found it a bit rude that you were now in the position where you couldn’t properly enjoy it. “I k—I understand sir,” you correct yourself swiftly, “I—” might as well go big since you’re already here giving a blowjob in a car, “I want Lando to come on my face, please.”

“Such a pretty slut,” Lewis whispers to you while gently pulling you up closer to him. You shift before he pulls you in into a kiss so searing that neither of you remember how long it lasts but he knows when it's done, he has both you and him gasping for air. “Whatever our princess wants is what she gets. He murmurs, “Now why don’t you sit back.” You nod quickly as you sit back. Lewis makes Lando look and he groans seeing the state you were in and you could only imagine how you looked. Lips swollen and red, cheeks flushed, eyes glossy. Lando tries to look away but Lewis catches his chin and forces him to look while his other hand replaces your lips and starts to stroke Land again. "Come on baby," he goads, moving them closer, angling them so his cock is pointed right at your face. "Give her what she wants. Paint his pretty whore face," he growls, the slick making an obscene noise. "Y/N, open your fucking mouth and stick our your tongue," he commands, voice rough. Your eyes widen for a second but you also follow that command, hands resting on Lando's knees and opening his mouth, waiting patiently. "See love?" Lewis whispers, pressing his lips to Lando's temple. "See how good she's being? Now be good for us and come over Y/N's face, yeah? Paint it for us."

Lando is so overstimulated between Y/N and Lewis that he can’t even remember his own name right now. He whines loudly when Lewis shifts slightly to kiss Y/N, feeling Lewis shift inside him and god if he didn’t get to finish soon, he was going to become the worst possible person for Lewis to handle. He groans loudly, melting into Lewis chest while jerking his hips into Lewis hand, eyes closed and head tipped back. He forces his head up to look at you and he lets out a strangled noise because oh fuck. You should not look this gorgeous right now with your tongue out and eyes on him. "Uh huh," Lando manages because it’s all he can muster.

There’s no warning. No heads up. Not even a single noise. Lando’s orgasm hits him hard and fast and unsuspectingly that Lando just lets his mouth fall open silently as he arches his back, legs shaking, and eyes rolling into the back of his head. Lewis is murmuring praises while running his free hand through Lando’s hair while you get a second to close your eyes because the last thing you want is seamen in the eye. You open your eyes when Lewis gently coaxes you to. Both Lando and Lewis moan softly seeing the absolute mess Lando made of your face. You blush slightly before you close your mouth and swallow whatever made it onto your tongue before sticking your tongue out again.

“Such a good princess for us,” Lewis praises, “did you enjoy your reward?”

“I did.”

“Did someone learn why they need to behave?” Lewis asks.

Lando hums while slumped against Lewis' chest, “yeah,” he murmurs, “I did. Not going to change anything.”

“We wouldn’t want it any other way,” you giggle and Lewis laughs.

“Okay baby,” Lewis rubs Lando’s back, “think you’d be good sitting for a bit while Y/N and I finish up?”

Lando groans softly and whines, “noooo,” he starts. “Just–five minutes?” Lando asks.

You sit next to Lewis and giggles softly while kissing Lando’s other temple, “sure baby. I can wait five minutes. I’m not in a rush. Babe?”

“I can manage waiting five minutes,” Lewis smiles as you and Lewis happily smother Lando into kisses. That is until Lando becomes a bit more coherent and stupidly says, 

“You know this is the first time I lasted more than 10 minutes off my meds…oh my god. It’s like–a hole in one–”

“BOOOOOO.”

“Lando, that was horrible–”

“GOD FORBID I SPEAK THE TRUTH–”

[luvrsluxe]

ROTTEN FT. JEY USO

Summary: Never underestimate the power of a broken heart.

Pairing: hothead! jey uso x black! fem reader (maddy perez coded persona)

Warnings: 18+/NSFW, toxic situationship, timeskip of a week, one flashback, kissing, possessive! jey, mentions of drinking, cussing and arguments, protected and unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it), slight exhibitionism (changerooms), explicit pics and audio mentions, spanking, a little mention of injury (minor cuts) multiple positions, jey is such a munch (you'll see), use of lighter fluid and lighters, ANGST, miss reader and Tiara are both the other woman (YIKES), plot twist (yes there's a cliffhanger...), miss girl still gets that last laugh.

Word Count: 6.1k

Author's Note: I miss my little red tipped hothead real bad and he finally crashed out on Gunther yesterday (i've had this in drafts for abt a week)... Spotify did not help with my urges to write something about him... sit back n find something yummy to chew on because the chaos in this is something else. Enjoy!

Inspo:

"Nah? What are you doin', huh? I know that ain't my car... I KNOW THAT AIN'T MY DAMN CAR, MA."

But it was, it absolutely was.

She had keyed a real nasty message for her ex, and when she turned around - a bold grin etched on her lips proved to Jey that she'd cleverly woven him into her web.

His hands ran amuck in his short, red tipped mullet, and he bared his teeth in frustration. It almost made him emotional, seeing her all dressed up in one of his favourite outfits on her, a crimson red corset and black jeans. She looked like a walking cherry bomb, ready to pop off when provoked.

She was you.

"You think I wanted to do this, Jey? You think I wanted to fuck up your car, huh?" You quipped coyly, twirling the key in her hands, a not so villainous glint twinkling in your eyes. You didn't want to go this far.

But he'd pushed you too far. Having seen him snap several times, he never thought you would've had this in your arsenal.

"What is your fucking issue, girl?" He finally asked, brow furrowed in frustration at the reality he'd be driving around with "WEAK ASS DICK" and "LITTLE BITCH BOY" carved into the back of his Escalade for a few weeks.

"My issue...?" The dry laugh echoing the question made Jey's blood run cold, as if intimidated by your blatant shift in attitude.

"My issue is you're too fucking foolish, Jey. You think I wanna do this?" You chuckled, but the unmistakable blink of your eyes indicated you were fighting back tears.

"I still cared, asshole. I did. I wanted to be with you, but you go ahead and spit all of my love back into my face, huh?" You muttered angrily, and Jey makes his way over to you in quick paces.

"Y'think I don't care, mamas? About you? About us? God you're..." He restrained himself, not wanting to say something he'd regret.

"C'mere."

You tensed at the offer, but you wanted to be held. Even for a fleeting second.

"I hate you to the point that it guts me seeing you with her." You whispered, inhaling the mix of amber and vanilla and something woodsy. "That bitch from your wrestling roster, clinging onto you like some sloth."

Jey tried not to laugh, opting to kiss the top of your head instead. "I don't like you hangin' around ole boy, either. I don't know who he is, but ion like you bein' posted up all over him, his hands on you and all."

That was laughable coming from both of you. But as things often go with revenge, only one can truly have the last laugh.

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A WEEK EARLIER

"Mm...gimme that shit, girl." Jey grunted under his breath, thrusting deep into her pussy, smirking at the sounds of her muffled groans being swallowed by the pillows beneath her face.

He genuinely didn't give a fuck about her, but if she were willing - he'd pipe her down, book her an Uber, and delete her number within a 24 hour turnaround period. They had each other on Instagram and worked together, as it was.

She'd been squealing his name for about thirty minutes, and all Jey could think about was his favourite girl.

You.

Termed as a real go-getter, you were ridiculously smart. Having completed two degrees and currently running a million-dollar business, you had things under control very easily. He was naturally drawn to your confidence and your audacity. On top of that, you'd grown up in a hardworking family, carrying forward the extra side hustles and investments your parents had set out while you were in school.

The first night you had caught his eye, he'd termed you as his cherry bomb. Passionate, stubborn, and sometimes... a little out of pocket. It didn't bother him, given he too was a hothead. You'd worn a red jacket, the cherry motif on your collar as your black combat boots clicked expertly across the floor of the boutique you'd been shopping in.

A lingerie boutique, to be specific. A few days before the sickly sweet day of love - Valentine's Day.

"Mm...too frilly, too flowery. Ugh... do you guys have anything red that isn't fuckin' generic?" You'd huffed, tossing back your curly braided ponytail over your shoulder. You hadn't noticed Jey watching your every step, as men generally couldn't exactly handle you.

Fragile egos often fell victim to you putting them in their place.

Jey had been in the lingerie store for a casual fling, wanting to get her something cute for Valentine's Day. However, upon seeing you strut around the store, he knew he would ditch her for you in a heartbeat.

Call him callous, heartless... spineless. He nearly always got what he wanted. At that very moment, he knew he wanted you.

You tinkered on your phone, scrolling through your wishlist. Eventually, you found the exact Fenty Skin set on your screen and sure enough, it was nestled in the back of the shop.

"Hid it perfectly." You whispered, and as you grab the slinky, strappy one-piece, Jey's head pops into view. You nearly stumble, a little startled by his sudden appearance.

"Do I know you?" You drawled, chewing the sweet strawberry flavoured bubblegum mindlessly as he inhaled sharply. You were stunning, and when you smiled faintly at him, he nearly melted into the ground.

"Nah. Don't think we've met, ma." He had said, kissing your hand. You chuckled shyly, squeezing his hand before letting go.

"No? Damn shame, isn't it?" You quipped, spinning on your heels to grab a few more Fenty Skin sets. As you looked at each piece, Jey couldn't help but ogle at how your curves were hugged by a denim skirt, the red leather jacket a sharp contrast to your dark brown eyes, framed by a pretty red asymmetrical eyeliner design.

"What brings you to a little lingerie spot, huh? Boys never come round these parts unless they're wifed up, or dating someone." You added, raising an eyebrow when he doesn't answer right away.

"Casual fling. Thought I'd get her somethin' sexy for Valentine's Day." He mutters, the slight change in pitch betraying his sincerity to the aforementioned fling.

"Seems like you aren't happy with her, babe. Don't bother wasting your time if she's not worth it. And somethin' sexy huh... you opted for silky granny pajamas." You'd retorted, squeezing his shoulder before placing a kiss to his cheek.

"Believe me... you need a bitch that'll keep you entertained. She's not even here to show her choices off..." You chastised, making your way over to the changerooms.

Jey knew the card you were playing - an easy trap laid for him to crawl into. He knew better than to jump in, but you had him hooked from the minute you had spoken to him.

He shuffled over to the pyjama rack, grabbing lace shorts and a slip tank, without a care in the world. His casual fling, Tiara - she was cool, nothing special except for a pretty face. Not that impressive in the ring, but physically, she was hard to miss.

Nevertheless, she was incomparable when it came to you.

"I'll pay f'this. My girl's in the change rooms." He had said, a blatant lie just to be close to you.

A subtle knock had interrupted your process of trying on the lingerie, and when you decided to let him in, he's quick to lock the door behind him.

"I take it you learn fast."

"And I take it that y'ain't need to try on a damn thing, little miss cherry bomb." He smirked, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Y'got me, aight?"

"Oh no, I intend to do much more than that." You crooned, the soft drone of a subtle west coast accent tickling his ear. "You seem so fuckin' unhappy, lovebug. She's not enough, is she? She doesn't enthrall you in the ways someone else could."

He smirks, the glint of a gold grill peeking out when you meet his dark brown eyes. They're fierce, but hold plenty of emotion at the same time.

"She's beautiful, but she ain't important, y'know. We met casually, fucked around...still fuckin' around." He murmurs, stepping a little closer to you. He notices your breath catch and it amuses him, seeing how stoic you were.

"She's not you."

Since that fateful day, 9 months ago - he'd been seeing you, spending time with you, caught up in a fatal attraction that he wouldn't ever want to let go of, despite his many hookups with Tiara.

Jey's flashback to the night at the lingerie store was interrupted by Tiara's high pitched whine, a pitiful plea for Jey to allow her to climax. He let her have it.

The sooner she'd leave, the sooner he'd be able to finish off with you.

"Fuck...mhm...that's it, girl. There you go." He grunted, smirking as she soaked the rubber. He pulled out almost instantly, not sated with the encounter. With a quick flick of his wrist, the used condom was tossed and he hopped into the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth to clean her down.

"Uber''s comin' in 20." He said briskly, not ready to have a chit chat with her.

Tiara didn't waste her time, getting dressed and grabbing her keys and her purse.

"Y'ain't even fuckin' me like we used to, Jey." She said bitterly, yanking the door to the hotel room open and slamming it on her way out.

Just as she left, his phone rang.

Incoming Call: Baby 🍒

He answered instantly, smirking at the sound of your voice.

"She's gone, isn't she?" You quipped, tapping your nails on your desk in your bedroom. The sound of his chuckle warmed your insides, and you settled onto your bed. "Gosh, baby... y'gotta let that bitch go."

Jey shook his head, nodding in agreement despite the fact that you couldn't see it. "M'trying... I really am. Couldn't even focus on her without thinkin' about you, mamas."

"Thinkin'? What's on your mind, huh?? Lemme guess, that night at the shop?" You purred, and he hummed in approval.

"Y'know me so well, baby." He whispered into the phone, the deep rasp causing you to stir in your bed. "S'that why yo' cute ass is callin'?"

Your cheeks burned, and it took you awhile to come up with a response.

"Mm.. maybe. When do you leave again?"

"Two days. M'tryna see you before that." He murmured, almost as if he were begging to see his sweet little secret once more before returning back on the road for work.

What's worse, is that Tiara worked with him, meaning she'd likely interrogate him for sending her out more briskly than usual.

Silence hung on the line for a few moments, before you finally exhaled.

"Be here in a half hour."

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When he'd messaged you that he was on his way over, you scanned over your closet, eyes hovering a fuzzy red babydoll set.

"Too fancy.... maybe in a month's time, when he's gotten rid of her." You chuckled to yourself, opting for a black corset and blue flared jeans. The owner of the lingerie boutique had given you a key, given you were a friend to one of the employees.

Free access, even after hours. You knew how to run a till, so purchases were simple. Besides, you had a huge order waiting for you - and who better to take you than Jey.

As you added a little red to your two-toned pout, your phone buzzes.

Jey: I'm outside, ma.

You take one last look over at your outfit, shaking your wavy curls out freely. The nerves in your stomach seemed to multiply, given the fact you hadn't seen Jey in a few weeks' time.

"Get it together, mama." You uttered, a silent reminder that you were the prize he was working so hard to keep. Given the distance and the fact that this was nothing more than a situationship, you too had a fine piece of eye candy that kept you occupied while Jey was out of town. As you pulled open the door, your phone pinged - another text from Jey.

You ignored it, muting the phone as you headed to his matte black Escalade.

"Gahdamn, took yo' ass long enough." He whispered, leaning over the console to press a kiss to your cheek. "Got the keys?"

"You think I'd drag you out for a late night fitting and not have keys? Taking me for an idiot, hm?" You scoffed, leaning back to look at him as he reversed the car, picking up speed on the freeway.

You noticed the slight changes in his appearance since the last time the two of you had gotten together: a new set of grills, two shiny gold tooth caps for his canines, and a new fade framing his curly mullet. Beneath the lighting of the car, you'd taken note of the tips, now dyed a pretty shade of red.

"Staring and not speakin'?" He murmured, cutting the comfortable silence as you chuckled to yourself.

"Red's pretty on you." You said simply, looking at the darkly lit streets as he pulled into the parking lot. "I love it, Jey - seriously."

He smiled warmly, squeezing your hand.

"Had to switch things up, and you've left your mark on me - real bad.”

You giggled at that, finally meeting his soft brown eyes.

"I’m almost certain after tonight, that’ll worsen.”You simpered, unlocking the door and stepping out. Jey was not far behind, eager to cause a little mayhem until he'd have to fly out again for work.

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The two of you had opted for the biggest change room, allowing you enough room to try on multiple lingerie sets, among other things.

Jey sat on the couch, thighs spread apart with his phone in hand, scrolling to connect his bluetooth to the speakers. You were behind one of the curtains, squealing at the pieces hand picked for the evening.

"Damn, ma. All that screamin' already? Got me thinkin' you gon' kill me or something." He exclaimed, finally settling on a track. The ominous yet sensual hum of JayO's "Hmm" echoed, and you smirked to yourself, pulling on the first set.

"You ready?" You called out teasingly, only for him to adjust his position on the couch.

"Lemme see."

You pulled the curtain back, revealing the lace set in a shade of purple. The contrast to your brown skin had Jey sitting up and at attention almost immediately. His throat went dry, visibly flabbergasted by the lace sitting pretty on your body.

"Y'too far, baby girl. Come closer." He pleads, beckoning you towards him.

"What? You can't get a mental image of this?" You taunted, pacing back behind the curtains as he protested aimlessly.

It was a lost cause, knowing you tended to have the upper hand in the dynamic. He leans back, rubbing his bearded chin - a little agitated that he couldn't have you right then and there.

His thoughts are interrupted when you emerge again, wearing a navy blue silk slip and panties. You notice his eyes narrow at a cheeky detail on the cleavage and he nearly stands up.

"Nah... you can wait." You whispered softly, winking as you disappeared behind the curtain once more.

Jey's blood was boiling, partially out of impatience but moreso because you were practically blueballing him without touching him. That's the type of power you had over him - just as coy, just as cunning, and a little more proactive when it came to getting what you wanted. Besides, he'd been with Tiara much earlier; surely this would teach him a lesson.

Then again, he wasn't one to wait for too long to get what he wanted.

In a few short strides, he was at the curtain and peeking in to see the grand finale.

"My pretty mama." He murmured in a hushed tone, causing you to turn around and pull him inside.

"Y'like this one the most, huh?" You teased, admiring the dark red two piece that had him ready to risk it all. He doesn't say much, but simply wraps his arms around your waist, inhaling your sweet scent of jasmine and dark cherries.

"You stay askin' stupid questions, y'know." He chuckled, nipping softly at your neck. The soft whine elicited from your glossy, ruby coloured pout spurred him on, and soon enough a wet trail of open mouthed kisses and bites trailed your shoulder and collarbone.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." You retorted, though the pitch in your voice wavered from the way he clung to you. "And... you can always revert back to the better woman - Me."

Jey's mind was spinning a mile a minute, unable to detangle himself from you. His hands, large yet so soft, sculpted the curve of your hips delicately - as if to memorize every last bit of you and to forget everything about the earlier hookup he'd had.

"Take as many as you want, mamas." He grunted, pausing his ministrations to hand you his phone. You'd intentionally cut out the tops of your heads, and for a moment you were grateful he'd opted for a black longsleeve shirt, concealing the tribal ink on his arms and shoulders.

Once you'd began to click away at the shutter, Jey's hands move upwards, slipping beneath the lace cups of the red bra. You shuddered in his grasp, inhaling sharply as he palmed your breasts in front of the mirror.

"I ain't tell you to stop with them photos, baby." He urged, smirking against your cheek as you struggled to remain composed. "M'gon' keep these locked up real good while I'm on the road, missin' your sweet face."

“Y’wanna make a movie with me…so bad, don’t ya?” You purred, throwing your head back against his clothed chest. You couldn’t help but press your ass against his hips, struggling to keep the phone steady as the arousal essentially scorched your veins.

He chuckled darkly, unclamping the cherry red bra and placing it on a hook. “I’ll make a damn documentary, sweet girl." As he spoke, the pads of his thumbs brush up against your nipples, causing you to groan. He was gentle, almost loving with you.

"Jey...h-hold on. Don't wanna break the phone." You said, words lost in translation as he pressed soft, wet kisses to the nape of your neck. At a point, you feel his breath tease the other side of your neck, the gold grills and canine tooth caps scraping up the untouched side of your neck.

"Y'ain't gon' break it, ma." He husked in your ear, rendering you nearly helpless. It didn't help that one of his hands had moved down your body, teasing the red bow embellishments on the lacy thong. "Unless you want that other bitch takin' up my fuckin' time while m'gone." He taunted, snapping the waistband of your panties to jolt you out of the desire-fused hazed for a split second.

"You know good and well..." You began, only for his hand to slip past the confines of the lace. The base of his palm ruts against your clit, and he rubs at your folds - the pace ressembles that of a tortoise; slow, calculated, precise. "She's nothing - fuck - compared to me, Jey."

He scoffs slightly, knowing how unfair it was to bring up the very same woman that he'd been with hours prior - not that he cared about her the way he cared about you. With you, it wasn't complicated but it wasn't healthy. You both wanted one thing, which was the feral and unbridled intimacy shared every time the two of you were together.

"She ain't... y'got that right." His rough cadence continues to shrivel your bravado, making it impossible for you to hold the phone much longer. The last photo taken is blurry, but clear enough that the two of you can decipher the sensual interaction beneath the changeroom lights. "She don't love me like you do, baby girl."

Your heartstrings tugged immediately at his words, knowing that beneath the toxicity laid a beacon of love for him. But you knew how he was, often undecided because he lived for the thrill of entertaining too many women at one time; and you were no better with a roster of sweet, loving, kindhearted men at your beck and call.

"No she doesn't..." You uttered between soft gasps of his name, the phone nestled in a pile of unworn lingerie on the seat. Unbeknowst to you, the video camera had been activated, and though the screen was blacked out because of the aforementioned pile, every whimper, every grunt from his lips, and the sounds of clothing being tossed were picked up without a hitch.

Jey had yanked off his black longsleeve compression shirt, revealing his muscular chest and abdomen, much to your approval. He'd stepped out from behind the curtain, dragging the plush couch he was sitting on earlier into the the changing area.

The sight of his teeth bared, the ripple in his back muscles, and the flex in his thighs beneath the signature cargo pants he wore had you weak. It wasn't unlike him to be a show off, but fuck, it never got old.

He looked over at you, beckoning you to him with a quick nod of his head. Just as you make your way over, he stops you to take a seat.

He notes the plush carpet in the room, a pretty shade of pink. The idea forms in his head like a solution he'd sought out for hours.

"Crawl f'me, sweetheart. Made me wait to get my pussy, so m'gon make you work a little bit 'fore I fuck some sense into you." He said bluntly, tucking his bottom lip under his teeth as you smirked.

"You sure it's yours?" You dared, settling onto your knees, kicking off the slip on wedges you'd worn. He exhaled, fists gently clenching and unclenching as you admired your figure in the mirror. "If it were yours, you'd be fucking me without a care in the damn world right now."

The vein in his neck nearly burst, as you alluded to your own 'activities' with one specific man on your roster in recent memory. The more you riled each other up, the more aroused you became - to the point that if at this present moment, Jey needed to put your pride at bay.

You eventually comply to his request, arching your back seductively as you made your way over. He couldn't help but watch your reflection, clearing his throat at the sight of your puffy, soaked folds peeking out of the lace - leaving nothing to his imagination.

Settling between his spread thighs, your nails claw his ribcage, eliciting a wanton groan from his lips. Before you can go any further, he's quick to pull you to your feet, and tosses you onto the couch. You land with a soft thud, looking over your shoulder as he grips your hips possessively, mapping out your spine with wet kisses and slight nips of his teeth.

"S-shit..." You mumbled, feeling him tease your sopping entrance with his thumb. He pulls your head back, pressing his lips to yours in a heated kiss, causing you to moan into his mouth. "J-Jey..."

He nodded, leaning back to rid himself of his cargos before kissing you again. He slows the pace of this kiss down, flattening his tongue against yours - unable to control his need to consume you on that couch. As one of your hands clings to his shoulder, the other palms him in his boxers. The soft shudder from his lips sends a shiver down your spine, making it abundantly clear you're his weak spot.

"Damn, ma..." He grunted once more, the slight buck in his hips goading you to move your hand a little faster. His groans doubled, the pitch of his voice dropping several octaves as you met his gaze, lips barely grazing each other. "Fuck, jus' like that."

His words caused you to clench tightly, a painful reminder he had yet to fuck your brains out the way he'd promised. You retract your hand from his boxers, and instead pull him closer to you as you whine incomprehensibly in tandem with his fingers, which were fucking deep into you.

Jey was steps ahead, wasting no time as he positioned himself behind you, squeezing your thighs tenderly before jolting you with a stinging smack to both cheeks, the jiggle of your ass causing him to giggle.

"Allat ass out, I can't resist it." He groaned, looking up at you as he tugged the panties off with his teeth, the rough feel of his beard hitting against your skin. "Can't resist takin' my time witchu."

The purr in his voice had your cheeks burning, the sound so enticing you were certain he'd cast a spell on you from that first night in the lingerie store several months ago.

With your panties stowed away, you were bare before him. His tongue was skilled, darting out to flick softly against your clit, the breathless cry a stamp of approval embedded in his brain. The wet, thick, pink muscle split your folds with ease, and he wrapped his hungry mouth around your pussy, suckling sharp enough you nearly doubled over.

"J-Jey... m'gosh sl-slow down..." You pleaded, but deep down you liked the pace. You reveled in his neediness, wanting to devour you to the point you were the only meal he needed. "Fuck, I..."

There was no way you could get a word across, not when he smacked your ass again, causing you to mewl his name into the couch. It only worsened when he switched between the deliberate suckles to slow, dragged out laps of his tongue. It felt too good, the sound of the squelches of his tongue combined with your garbled pleas for more.

"Greedy fuckin' girl, huh? Jus' wanna be spoiled rotten, don't you?" He chides, lapping at your folds, dragging his tongue further back to tease your puckered hole and your eyes roll so far back - to the point you nearly black out.

The munch that he was, Jey repeats the action, smirking as you shuddered in pleasure. "That's it, mamas." He grunts softly, before returning to your quivering pussy, pressing a kiss to it before inserting two of his thick fingers in. "Suckin' me in real good, hm?"

You hated how good he was at this - made you feel like the only woman he needed, only for him to revert to mediocre pussy from Tiara. But that dwindling negative thought was briskly washed away when he leaned up to kiss your wet pout, whispering against your mouth.

"You love me? Huh? Tell me you love me, ma."

"I love you - mmm - Love how you fuck me." You mumbled, clenching around his fingers as your climax washed over, soaking his thick digits with your sweet nectar.

"Mhm, I know. I know, baby." He replied, slipping his fingers into your mouth, allowing you to savour him for a brief moment before positioning you on all fours, resting his hands on your hips.

"Fuckin' love you, mama. You hear me? I love you, and I love this pussy so much."

He couldn' lie - you were the only person he ever went raw with. There was chemistry between the two of you that couldn't be denied, regardless of the bitter reality that this situationship would soon turn sour.

When he slipped into your soaked channel, the collective sigh from his mouth and yours confirms one simple thing.

You loved each other, rotten and all.

The pace at which he thrusts is gentle but possessive, and he wants nothing more than for your cervix to be kissed until you're blissed out. His thrusts are so, so, soooooo deep, and when you look back at him, the sight is one to behold. He's focused on your pleasure, smirking at the white ring of cum forming at the base of his dick, and you note the rhythmic thump of his cuban against his chest and the sweat dripping down his chest.

You'd let him fuck a baby into you, despite how messy things were. Walking around knowing you were swollen with his child - you weren't opposed to it. In due course, obviously.

"Takin' it s'fuckin' good, huh?" He praised, and you feel your velvet walls flutter as he cuts through your incoherent mumbling and cloudy thinking. "Pussy so fuckin' cute, mama... fitting jus' right f'me." He cooed, and you squealed softly at his words.

"She loves you, daddy. She - shiiiit... mmhm - really does." You babbled out and he flips you onto your back, head buried in your chest as he fucks a little harder, each thrust causing the soft couch to drag across the plush floor.

"Jey...p-please..." You whined out, nails digging into the soft divot in his back, wanting him to bury himself to the hilt. And he does, each thrust causing you to jolt inwards. At this point, you're certain a chiropractor wouldn't be able to crack your back the way Jey did.

"S'fuckin responsive, shit. You gon' cum, ain't you? I feel it." He whispered into your neck, punctuating his certainty with a gentle bite onto your pulse point.

"Y-yes, fuck... yes."

He ruts his hips deeply, not relenting as he fucked you through the aftershocks, each one more dizzying than the last one. "Gahdamn, mama. So fuckin' gorgeous, doll." He chuckled, each thrust growing sloppy as he emptied himself inside of you.

His forehead rested against yours, kissing your nose before pressing your lips to his.

"I fuckin' love you, Jey." You said, voice all debauched and worn out.

Though it wasn't an ideal situationship, you wanted to cling onto him in any way that you could.

"I love you too, baby."

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After cleaning up and ringing in the lingerie from the try-on haul, as well as your order, Jey carried your items to his car, followed by you - worn out and well spent from an eventful evening.

"Yo' ass recorded us fuckin', y'know that right?" He quipped, clicking the ignition. His expression is playful, but it darkens when the colour from your face drops a tad.

"Oh my God... m'sorry. I... it was an accident." You whispered, and he smirks, leaning over the console to kiss you on the corner of your mouth.

"M'not mad. At least m'gon have somethin' to keep me occupied while I'm out there on the road." He purred, pulling out of the parking lot.

The drive home is quiet, both of you replaying the passionate exchanges shared earlier. You could still taste his sweet lips, and the rich mix of vanilla, amber, and oud had filled your nostrils to the point you get drunk off of him.

And you'd said you loved him.

It wouldn't be long before said love would be put to the test - and you would break unlike anything he had ever seen before.

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PRESENT DAY

"Keyin' my damn fuckin' car, huh?" He repeated, despite hugging you close. You shuddered in the embrace, bewildered at the fact that not only was he choosing Tiara over you while he was away, but had managed to pretend like nothing happened .... that nothing was said.

The entire time he was gone on the road, he'd been calling you nonstop, flooding your iMessage with photos meant only for your eyes, and repeatedly mentioning how much he missed you.

How much he loved you.

On the night before he came back, you'd received a text from your other main squeeze, which opened a file of voice messages, scandalous photos, and one paparazzi shot at an appearance that had the fans shocked and flabbergasted.

That night was spent drowning your sorrows in a few jello shots, notably red in colour. Part of you loathed your little insider for uncovering the grim reality of your situationship, but said insider had set you up real good with someone else.

Someone Jey would've never expected.

And you'd been seeing the new guy while he was away, getting dickmatized in a way that shockingly, was up to par with what Jey dished out to you. And he was loving... the kind that made you feel like a fuzzy cloud, just like Jey did.

How Jey had, more like.

"Posting her on your damn story, Jey? Hours after posting our photos... c'mon. Pick a fuckin' woman, already." You had texted angrily after seeing the social media post a few days prior.

He'd simply replied with a shrugging emoji, knowing he was playing with fire. Sure, Tiara would pander to his needs, come back to him pathetically but you... you were different.

Someone who shouldn't be crossed - not ever.

You pulled away from his grasp, cheeks wet with tears and Jey's heart breaks.

Shatters.

"You...did this to yourself, you fuckin' prick. Such a fucking embarassment, Jey." You said, throat burning from the muffled sobbing. His hands gripped your wrists, pulling you back to him.

He knew he was losing, and pretty soon - he'd be left with nothing. You wring free from his grip, cupping his cheek one more time, studying his features one last time.

"Y'know I still love you, ma. Y'gotta know that." He said in a hushed whisper, eyes brimming with tears. He leans in closely, just as you do - pressing one last lingering kiss to his lips.

You want the taste of a sour cherry on your lips - deep enough to remember not to go back when you've found someone who knew him well, and hadn't fumbled the ball like he did.

"Y'so fuckin' foolish... letting me go like this." You mumbled against his lips as he pecks you one last time, cheeks wet from crying. The sight of the both of you so distraught illustrates a certain melancoly that cannot be quantified in words. "After everything we've been through."

"Just know... you been playing your hand and now it's my turn." You whispered, letting go of his hand one last time. When you step away, you reach into your pocket, pulling out a lighter. He hadn't noticed it, but lighter fluid had been strewn around his Escalade.

A little maniacal - and the temporary kind; he wasn't worth liability that would have you locked up.

"Wait...WAIT." He gasped, devastation etched on his face as you set fire around the car, tossing printed photos from that fateful hookup a week prior in the lingerie store into the fire.

Burning away memories that had been buried deep into your mind, that had your body squirming - begging for him to come home.

"Nah, you can keep that bitch. Fuck her, and fuck you." You whispered, blowing him a kiss. "I'll make it my duty to let the entire world know just how bad you did me."

As you spoke, a dark hooded figure stepped out from the other side of the vehicle, clad head to toe in black, save for the dark brown eyes peeking out from beneath a bandana. He poured water on the temporary flame, reducing the photos and lingerie to ash.

"And so will he. I promise you that." You smirked, squeezing his hand. As you did, you unintentionally pushed up a bit of one of his sleeves, revealing something that caused Jey to nearly black out.

Samoan ink. He knew the pattern all too well.

"Did her wrong f'what, uce? After hearing everything Ti's capable of - y'still fucked up and damn, now yo' girl's mine." He stated bluntly, and the roughness with which he spoke had Jey reeling.

Jey knew Tiara wasn't good for him, but he was bent on bagging what he wanted - it was the toxicity in him; the sudden impulse to go all gas and no breaks. You were what he needed - his peace, his solace, and the only one who understood him. You had a soft spot for him, but even that had been burnt out.

"Ain't no way y'done this, ma." Jey uttered, and the man on your arm scoffs, pulling the bandana and hoodie down. Wet curls, broad shoulders, and dark brown eyes - topped with a maniacal, unmistakably pearly white grin, and when his lips parted - he wore a bottom gold grill.

His own twin brother, Jimmy.

"Believe me, this is only the beginning." You chuckled, backing away from the driveway with Jimmy in tow, leaving Jey dazed, confused, and lost.

When he saw his twin kiss you in the driver's seat, his blood boiled and the ringing in his ears ensued as he screamed in anguish, punching into the concrete until he broke skin.

You'd outdone him.

Left him damaged, vengeful and rotten.

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[cheesycookster]

GOD DAMN I LOVE MY MULLET

[blond3ang3l]

Country boy dio! who only loves his sweetheart and their little family.

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Who convinced you to come live with him on the farm. He spends every day workin hard on it. Dealing with all the animals, workin in that hot sun all day. Harsh tan lines turning his once pale skin a golden bronze. His blonde hair slicked back into his mullet. Sweat sticking to his skin from the past four hours of him barreling hay to keep everything in pristine condition so you didn't have to worry about a thing.

It had been such a long time since he had left his piece of shit to rot in his loneliness. Once his dear mom had passed and things started to get bad between him and his dad he left and didn’t look bad. He started doing any work he could to get. He went from dealing to helpin in some different shops doing just about everything. Within the years he had fucked up and had four kids. He loved them even if he knew he didn’t have means to care for them. He did his damned best to make sure they had what they need before he had anything.

Shit was hard for a hot minute. That was he stumbled across an elderly couple who were saying how they needed to get rid of their old farm but had no one that even wanted to look at it. He couldn’t help but jump at the opportunity. It was hard for the first two years but him and the kids had somewhere warm to stay. He ended up confiding in Jonathan who felt like it was his duty to help Dio. He ended up talking to some friends and spread word around about Dio’s work and soon enough people were coming to him for just about everything. Business was booming all year round.

He never expected any kind of success, just wanting to make enough to get by but this was amazing to him. But he did have a problem, having four little boys was not easy. Especially when he went out to the city to restock on stuff. Ungalo and Rikiel were both over hyper and god it was hard to keep up. They would run around the store like they would back on the farm. Dio would always scold them but this time he couldn’t because he was as actually glad they did since that led him to meeting you.

He had noticed they ran away once again and when he saw them they were in your arms as you asked them where their parents where. He was shook by your looks. The way your clothes fit, huggin you nicely. The books you were once holding now pressed against his chest. He could see the dermal piercings on your chest peeking out your shirt. It was so new to him and god be moved it.

He snapped out of it when he saw the boys pointing at him and he had to rush over while still holding Giorno and Donatello.

“M’ so sorry bout that. These two given me hell.”

“Don’t worry bout it, I got siblings I know how it is. You and mama must have your hands full.”

“Nah s’ just me.”

“Oh shit, my bad hun. Didn’t mean to like be insensitive.”

“No no, don’t worry doll.”

You smiled a bit at the name as you handed off Ungalo and Rikiel to him.

“I’ll see you around I’m hoping?”

“Yeah, most definitely.”

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“Pa! S’ getting too hot out here. Come in the house!”

He turned around when he heard your voice. He put his pitchfork down and took in the sight of you standing on the porch. You looked so fucking good. Your curls were framing your face, your plump lips with a small frown due to you hating how the sun was beaming against you. Dio loved it though, seeing it bounce off your moisturized skin. And you of course weren’t by yourself no. You had his- you guys four little boys. Giorno on your hip, rikiel standing next to you and holding on your leg, and ungalo chasing Donatello all around the porch.

He wanted to marry you then and there. You accepted his four boys and raised them like you had given birth to them. And the boys loved you like no other. Often fighting with their papa to get your attention. Rikiel and Giorno were especially bad. They absolutely adored you. And dio hated to admit it but he sometimes grew jealous at how much you babied the boys.

He made his way over to you when he realized you were still callin out to him. A small smirk appearing on his face as he approached you.

“Miss me, doll?”

You didn’t even get to respond when Donatello and Ungalo tackled their father into a hug. They only 6 and 7 but they were damn big boys just like they daddy. He chuckled as he picked them up into his arms as if they weighed nothing.

“Y’ four bein good for ya mama/papa, huh?”

Rikiel was the first one to speak up, peeking from behind your legs.

“Ma/pa said you were gonna take us t’ the city! And that we were gonna see TiTi Erina and Uncle Jonny!”

Dio cocked an eyebrow at this which caused you to explain.

“Erina called earlier while I was cookin. It’s lil Lisa Lisa’s birthday tomorrow. Wan’ take the boys to see their cousin. Plus I could do some shoppin while we’re out there. Get the boys some new clothes. Same f’ myself. Like to look good f’ my man.”

Dio couldn’t help but chuckle at your last comment. He also took notice at how his accent was starting to rub off on you.

“Yeah alright, guess m’ takin you four t’ the city after all.”

Amid the kids cheering Dio had leaned down to plant a kiss on your glossy lips. But the kiss was cut short when a tiny hand tugged at Dio’s hair. It was none other than his youngest boy Giorno. The mini version of him, they were so alike even though he was only a mere two years old.

“Y’ lil brat, can’t hog ‘em all to y’self.”

He was only met with babbles from Giorno which made you chuckle.

“Protective jus’ like his daddy.”

“Hmph. Guess he is.”

His smile grew on his face as he watched you usher the boys into the house. God he loved you more than life itself…

Part 2 coming soon!

[petermustdie]

PLEASE GOD SOMEONE EDIT DAN TO THAT ONE STUPID TIKTOK AUDIO THATS LIKE "looked in the mirror as beautiful as art god damn i love my side part!! looked in the mirror sharp as a bullet god damn i love my mullet!! looked in the mirror cool as a pear god damn i love my fluffy hair!" PLEASE

[the-froschamethyst4]

New Hair

𖤐Pairing: Husband! Soap x Wife! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: smut, language, new hair, married couple, hair pulling, groping, kissing/making out, eating out, fingering, some dirty talking, some praising, dick sucking,

𖤐Summary: Soap got a new hair cut and wants to show it off to his wife in the most...intimate way as possible

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Soap had his clippers in his hands, laptop opened and sitting on his bathroom counter, he had watched a tutorial on how to cut his hair into a modern mullet.

He's let his hair grow out long enough now and he just wanted to fade the edge just a little but was a little nervous on doing it.

Y/n his wife of 4 years sat in the living room book in hand and glasses on her face. She didn't know about Soap cutting his hair right now, she didn't even know about his plan on turning it into something new.

When he was in the military he did have his hair in a small mohawk but after he left grew it out, took really good care if it, made sure it was even, and soon Soap realized his hair is a bit curly.

BUZZZZZZ

"John! What are you doing in there?" She asked.

"Nothing!" He yells as he started doing his hair. "Trimming the beard." He lied.

Y/n rolled her eyes knowing he doesn't have a beard. "You mean trimming the stubble?"

"YEP!!" She rolls her eyes again.

As her eyes read the pages she heard Soap place the laptop back on the coffee table and he sat in his usual spot on the couch, the middle cushion and he placed Y/n's feet in his lap.

He wasn't gonna say anything about his hair, he was going to let her figure out something is different first.

She moves her book from her face and looked at her husband, then she notice.

"You didn't trim anything but your hair," placed her bookmark in her book and moved onto Soap's lap.

"Baby, if you wanted to get on my lap-"

"Oh shush," she ran her fingers through his hair and touched the sides of it. "Your hair looks amazing," she says with a smile on her face.

Soap smirked and his hands went to her waist down to her butt squeezing her.

"You want to get a better and closer look?"

"What do you mean? I can see it just fine like this," she says, looking down at him who just rolled his eyes.

"No, my love," he pushed her against the couch, he's above her and started to kiss her lips and then her neck.

"S-Soap, what are you doing?"

"Letting you get a closer look," he says as he starts moving downward and kissing her stomach till he reached her thighs. Her fingers got tangled into his hair.

"Soap, c-calm down now," she giggles at him. His fingers hooked her sweatpants and pulled them down off her lower half, his fingers then pulled down her panties.

He licks a stripe between her wet folds, her fingers get tangled into his hair. She moans when feeling his tongue push inside of her. Her head goes back and she lets out a soft moan.

"O-Oh my god," she moans. He smirks into licking her. His hands moved from her plush thighs to squeezing her chest.

She let's out a soft moan as her fingers tightened around his dark hair. "D-Don't stop." She moans.

"Wasn't going to," he smirks.

"H-Holy fuck," her head went back and her thighs squeezed around her head. He moans, this was Soap's dream, getting crushed by his wife's sexy thighs.

His hands gripped her thighs again just resting them not wanting to push them open.

"H-How's the hair?" He asked. She sits up just a bit and starts messing with it to see it better, moans still escaping from her lips as she looks at it.

"Sexy," she moans and falling on her back again.

"You are so sexy, when you're like this," Soap says, licking her clit and sucking on her clit as well. She moans and started to pull at his hair lightly.

"Oh m-my god, oh my god," she moans, she felt herself close to coming on his tongue. She squeezed around him and he pulled his tongue out.

"Damn are you trying to cut my tongue off?" He laughs.

"I'm s-sorry," she moans, he looks down seeing cum drop from her, he goes back down and licks her up and kissing between her folds as well. She moans again and grips the couch cushion behind her head.

Soap then licks his fingers and then slowly pushing them inside of her, he starts pushing them slowly in and out of her pussy, she moans throwing her head back, his lips went back to kissing just above her pussy.

Her hands went to his new cut hair and gently pulled at his hair.

"I f-feel like I'm g-going to c-cum again," she stutters. He smirks, thrusting his fingers in and out quickly and licking at her bud, she whines and pulled at his hair earning a groan from his lips.

"Fuck," he cusses under his breath. Watching his wife get off on her fingers and mouth made him loose his mind.

Soap felt his fingers getting squeezed by her and then he felt hot cum leak onto his fingers, he smirks.

"So the hair?"

"I love it," she giggles at him.

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After a while Soap was sitting on the couch watching some reruns of his game that he missed last week, he placed his arms on the back of the couch.

Pop

"I'm not done," he says, looking down at his wife, her face against his standing cock.

"I know...I'm sorry...I just...can't...can't breath," she says, catching her breath.

"Aww, my pretty little wife," he says, cupping her face. "Keep going," he says.

She swallows a lump in her throat and went back to sucking him off, it was only fair since he helped her, it was her turn to return the favor.

She bobs her head up and down, her tongue swirling around his dick, her tongue then laying flat on his tip as cum squirted from his tip earning a groan from him.

"Holy fuck, how are you so good at that?" He asks.

"I learned from my husband," she says. "I know what he likes."

"Damn straight, come up here, angel," he says. She stood up and moved to his lap, she wraps her arms around his neck and they both started a heavy make out session.

He grabs his dick pumping it a few times and then placing it just under his wife and making her sit on him.

"Now." He pulls away from her lips. "Start bouncing," he smirks.

[reigningqueenofwords]

Go Sports!

Pairing: Dean x Reader Request: @jessicalynnann Foot ball coach dean a fluffy love story ha ha ha

Letting out a sigh, you glanced down at your nephew. “You couldn’t do band?” You teased him. 

“Nope!” He grinned. “I wanna learn football!” He said proudly. 

“Alright, let’s do this.” You walked with him towards the other kids. Your sister and her husband had died the spring before, leaving you to raise your 8 year old nephew. He’d had a rough spot not long after moving in with you, but you cut the kid some slack. He’d lost his parents. Then, right before school started, he said he wanted to try out for football that fall. Which, you hadn’t even been aware football for kids that young was even a thing. After some googling, you’d found the local team for his age. 

He ran ahead of you, eager to get started. You stood off a bit from the other parents, feeling out of place. You were only 23, so you got some odd looks. Your sister was 11 years older than you, so of course the two of you were in different phases of your lives! “You look a little nervous.” Came a smooth voice, making you jump slightly. “Sorry. I’m Dean.” He held out his hand. 

“Y/N.” You shook it. “Still getting used to all things ‘kid’.” You admitted. “But, he really wants to learn to play football, so here I am.” 

“Little brother?” He asked, looking to where you were pointing. 

You shook your head. “Nephew.” That one word said so much. 

He nodded, not prying. “Well, good luck to him getting on the team.” 

“I’m hoping. I read comments about the coach- Coach Winchester. Everything said he was great with kids, and parents saw a boost in their kid’s confidence working with him. Of course, some of the moms just called him ‘yummy’.” You noted. “I figured that would be someone I’d like working with David. I mean, aside from the yummy thing. That was just an odd thing I noted.” 

“Hopefully football can be a good outlet for him.” He said casually, not making a comment about the ‘yummy’ part. 

“Coach!” A man with a mullet came over, making you raise an eyebrow at Dean. “Looks like everyone who signed up for tryouts is here.” 

Dean smiled at you. “Hi, I’m Dean Winchester. I coach the Little Bangles. This is my assistant coach, Ash. Bit weird, but the kids love him.” 

“This isn’t awkward at all.” You said shyly. “Hi, Ash. I’m Y/N.” You introduced yourself to him. “I’ll let you guys get to tryouts. I’ll be over…there…” You motioned behind you before quickly turning and walking away. 

“She’s cute.” Ash noted. 

Dean watched you walk away. “Yes, she is.” He said before taking the clipboard from Ash to go rally the kids. 

David made the team, which meant you’d be seeing a lot more of Coach Dean Winchester. The thought slightly flustered you. Which was why you had to do a double take when he walked into your job two weeks after tryouts. “Hi, Coach. Can I get you something to drink?” You asked after you handed him a menu. 

“Coke, thanks.” He gave you a grin that damn near melted you. 

“One Coke.” You noted, going to get that. No wonder the moms called the man ‘yummy’. “Here you go.” You said as you set down his glass a few minutes later. “Do you need a few minutes?”

He shook his head. “I’ll have the bacon cheeseburger and fries, sweetheart.” He handed you the menu. “How’s working going today?” Dean asked as you took the menu before writing his order down. 

“Not too bad, thankfully. Almost over.” You told him truthfully. “Been on my feet since 5 this morning.” 

He made a face. “Oh, bet David loved getting up that early.” He chuckled, lighting up when you laughed. 

“No, my best friend is a God-send. She’s a nurse and gets off at like 4 am. She went to catch a nap at my place and then watch him until I get home.” You were beyond thankful for her. “But, I will get that order in for you.” You gave him a small wave and went to get his ticket into the kitchen. 

Dean was just finishing up his meal when you came over. “Refill?” You motioned to his Coke. 

“No thanks, sweetheart.” He shook his head. “How much longer until you get off?” 

“You’re my last table. So, I once I get you cashed out, I’m headed home to listen to David talk to me about football and try to follow along.” You chuckled, making Dean grin. 

“Not a fan of it?” He asked as he pulled out his wallet. “Can I get the check?” 

You shook your head. “I jokingly yell ‘go sports’ when I watch it with David.” You admitted, enjoying how he threw his head back and laughed. “And yeah, let me get that for you.” You quickly went to get his check. He made you feel both shy and comfortable. It was such an odd combination of feelings. 

He watched you as you came back, noting there was a shyness to you now. “If you’d like, I can come watch football with you and help explain things. You know, so you don’t have to ‘try’ to follow along. If he sticks this out, do you really want to be yelling ‘go sports’ while he plays in high school?” He teased. 

“Good point.” After thinking for a moment, you nodded. “Alright. Can you come over for Sunday night football tomorrow? I order us a pizza.” 

“I’d love to. How about I bring the pizza?” He offered. 

“How about I order the pizzas, and you bring soda?” After all, you were the one inviting him over. You’d pay for the more expensive part of things. 

“Fine. Fine.” He held up his hands. “Let me pay for this, then you can clock out, and I’ll walk you to your car. Get your number and address.” 

Smiling, you nodded. “I think that works for me.” 

Every Wednesday and Friday you saw Dean for practice and games. Then, every Sunday he’d come over for Sunday night football. Eventually, Monday night football was added to that. Before you knew it, it was Superbowl Sunday. Shockingly, you found yourself really looking forward to it. Even if you’d be meeting Dean’s parents. Apparently, his dad really went out for Superbowl Sunday, and wanted you and David to have the full experience. “When is Dean gonna be here?” David asked, looking at you from the couch as he played with his football. He’d been up since 6 that morning, in his jersey, waiting. 

You chuckled. “Any minute now.” You assured him moments before you heard the sound of Dean’s car. “Hear that?” 

David got up and bolted to the door. “Finally!” He pulled the door open to see Dean walking up the driveway. 

“Heya, kiddo.” He grinned. “You can get in the car, I’ll help Y/N get the food she made.” He ruffled David’s hair as he reached him. 

You watched them fondly, chuckling as David ran to Baby and got in. “He’s been waiting for you all day.” You told Dean. 

“Well, I’ve been waiting to see you all day.” He winked. “So, I had a question.” 

“Yes, I made those potato skins you like.” 

“That makes me a very happy man, but not what I was gonna ask.” He looked a bit more shy than you were used to seeing him. You tilted your head, curious, and motioned for him to go on. “We’ve been spending nearly every weekday together, and I’ve really liked that. Was kinda hoping you’d be my girlfriend?” 

That wasn’t what you were expecting, but you weren’t complaining. “I’d love that!” You beamed at him. 

“Oh, thank God. Was so worried I was misreading things.” He breathed, hand on his stomach. 

“Nope, but I had no idea you were actually interested in me.” You admitted, confusing him. “I mean, I’m playing single mom to my nephew. You could have pretty much any single woman in town. Hell, any woman in town.” 

He took your hand in his. “And yet I spend most of my spare time with you and David. I love that kid. His Aunt is pretty great, too.” He gave your hand a squeeze. “So, let’s get all that food I know you made, go enjoy Superbowl Sunday, and then plan our first real date.” 

“I think I need to thank David for insisting on playing football.” 

[allthesmutl0vers]

Entirely Forbidden and Completely Fucked- Chapter Six

MDNI, 18+, NSFW

Author's Note:

I am going to start adding episodes from the show into the story. But it does not follow the show completely. For instance, they're not looking for John (yet), Sam and Jess were never a thing, although Sam did go to Stanford a few years ago but came back before y/n came in.

Trigger Warnings: Wincest + Half-Sister, Praise, Degradation, Choking, Withheld Orgasms, Squirting.

Chapter Six

Dean

“Come on, let's go!” I call out to Sam and y/n as I throw my duffle bag into the back seat of the Impala. We don’t have time to waste, and we need to hit the road. We should’ve left last night but I couldn’t leave Sammy and her unsatisfied. Those two, I swear to God. Since that night on the hood of the Impala on our way back from Ellen’s, we’ve been fucking like rabbits around the bunker. Thank God that Dad isn’t here. Never thought I’d say that. 

“You need to relax,” Sam chuckles as he throws his and y/n’s duffles into the back seat and closes the door. I throw him a glare and shake my head.

Y/n slides into the middle seat between me and Sam with a yawn. “Where are we going again?” She asks tiredly.

“Jericho, California,” I remind her as I start the engine, and Sam slides in next to her. “Seatbelt,” I tell y/n as I put the car in drive. 

Y/n laughs and rolls her eyes. “Since when do you care about seatbelts?” She quips with a smirk.

“Just put the damn seatbelt on, y/n,” I snip back. 

“Yes, big brother,” she flirts in that tone of voice she knows drives me crazy. She puts the lap belt on and pats it on her hips. 

“What about me? I’m your big brother too,” Sam flirts, putting an arm over her shoulders on the back of the seat. “Or is Dean your favorite now? Because last night,” he leans down and kisses her neck, and I feel her suck in a breath. “It was my name you were screaming,” he mutters as I pull out of the bunker garage.

Y/n

“I swear, man, you’ve gotta update your cassette collection,” Sam jokes as he digs through the box of cassette tapes Dean has. 

“Why?” Dean asks as we pass the sign that welcomes up into Jericho.

Sam laughs as he pulls out some of the tapes. “Well, for one, they’re cassette tapes. And two: Black Sabbath, Motorhead, Metallica?! It’s the greatest hits of mullet rock,” Sam jokes, holding up the tapes. He has a point Dean could do with updating his music collection. But I think his head would explode if he tried. 

“House rules, Sammy,” Dean says with a smile as he looks over at him. “Driver picks the music. Shotgun shuts his cakehole.”

I laugh and take the box from Sam. “Here, I’ll pick something,” I say, looking through the box. 

“Hey, hey. What did I just say?” Dean says in an offended voice as I pull out the tape I was looking for. 

I give Dean a fake pouting look and give him my best innocent voice that I know he loves. “Please, big brother?” I beg, batting my eyelashes for good measure. 

Dean sighs and narrows his eyes, holding up one finger. “One song,” he says sternly. 

I smile victoriously and switch the cassette tapes, putting in a Bon Jovi one. I skip to the song I want and turn up the stereo volume as ‘You Give Love A Bad Name’ plays over the speakers. I turn to look at Dean and smile. “Good enough for you?” I tease. 

About halfway through the song, Dean turns it down and pulls onto a bridge where cops walk around. This must be where the guy we read about crashed his car. “Stay in the car,” Dean orders me as he reaches over to the glove box and pulls out fake IDs for him and Sam.

“Why can’t I come?” I ask as they both get out. 

Sam sighs and leans down into the car. “Okay, fine, you can come. But don’t say a word. Watch and learn,” he orders me and moves out of the way so I can get out. I smile and get out, noticing the look of disapproval from Dean. But he doesn’t say anything as we walk up to the cops. 

My heart races as my nerves fire off, scared the cops will figure out we’re not law enforcement. 

“Evening, Officers,” Dean greets the cop with a handshake.

The cop looks at Dean suspiciously but shakes his hand. “Evening, gentlemen. This is a crime scene. You need to be behind the tape,” he says firmly, pointing behind us to the yellow police tape.

“Agents Angus and Young,” Sam says as he and Dean flash their fake badges. 

The officer nods, and his demeanor changes as if he’s talking to a colleague. “My apologies, agents. And who is this?” He asks, looking at me between them. 

“Junior agent Smith,” Dean answers cooly. The cop nods and walks them through the crime scene. 

“We don’t know what exactly caused the crash or where he is now,” the cop says disappointedly with a sigh. 

“Was he drinking?” Sam asks as they look over the bridge. 

The cop shakes his head. “No. I don’t believe so. Troy is a good kid. His girlfriend is in town putting up missing persons papers.” 

“And I assume you checked all of the hospitals in the area?” Dean asks. 

The cop nods. “Hospitals, morgues, friends and family, nobody has seen him or someone who resembles his description.” 

“You said the girlfriend is in town?” Sam asks. The cop nods. “What’s her name? We’d like to speak with her.”

“Amy, my daughter,” The cop answers. “Be gentle, she’s obviously upset.”

“Will do, sheriff,” Dean answers with a nod. 

We find Amy outside of a diner in town, and Dean talks to her. “Amy?” Dean says, getting her attention.

“Yeah?” She asks, turning around. Her eyes are bloodshot, and she looks like she hasn’t slept since Troy went missing. 

“I’m Dean, and this is my brother Sam and his daughter y/n. We’re Troy’s uncles,” Dean introduces us. 

“Oh, hi. I’m sorry. I’m doing everything I can to find him,” Amy says with tears in her eyes. 

Sam puts a comforting hand on her shoulder. “I know, Amy. Your dad told us where we could find you. We were just hoping we could ask you a few questions.”

I can’t help but feel a pang of jealousy course through me at Sam touching her. I feel bad for her. Really, I do. But I don’t want their hands on anyone but me.

“Of course,” Amy sniffles. “Um, we can talk inside,” she says, pointing to the diner where she was hanging the posters. 

Inside, I sit quietly while Sam and Dean talk to Amy and her friend Rachel, who showed up. I might have said something if I wasn’t biting my tongue so hard I draw blood. I hate the way Rachel flirts with Dean, but considering he’s supposed to be my uncle, I can’t really say shit. Dean doesn’t flirt back, but that doesn’t make it piss me off any less. 

“I wonder if it has something to do with the legend,” Rachel says quietly to Amy. 

Amy shakes her head. “Don’t be ridiculous, Rach.”

“What legend?” Sam asks curiously next to me, leaning on the table with his elbows.

Amy sighs. “It’s just some stupid local legend,” she says, turning to Rachel. “And it doesn’t have anything to do with Troy.”

“Think about it, Ams,” Rachel says seriously. “The crash, the fact nobody has seen him, it all points to it.”

“What legend?” Dean says impatiently on my other side. 

Rachel turns to Dean. “There’s a legend that a girl got murdered on Centennial Highway, and now, her ghost hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up disappears forever.”

“That’s not what happened to Troy,” Amy says angrily before storming off. Rachel follows after her, quickly apologizing to us before she leaves. 

“Let’s hit the library,” Dean says, standing up from the booth.

Sam

“Move,” I push Dean out of the computer chair and sit down. After all these years, he still sucks at research. 

Dean slaps me on the shoulder. “Dude! You’re such a control freak,” Dean scoffs and stands next to y/n. 

I ignore it, pull y/n into my lap, and open up the search bar again. “So, angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?” 

“Yeah,” Dean says, irritated, leaning on the table next to us. 

“Well, maybe it’s not a murder,” y/n says on my lap. 

I smile and kiss her. “I love how you think,” I praise her, and she smiles. I type ‘Suicide on Centennial’ into the search bar and hit ‘search.’ I find an article from April 25, 1981 and click it. Dean leans over me and y/n and reads along with me. 

The article describes a woman named Constance Welch, who jumped to her death off the bridge after she made a frantic 911 call that she found her two children, ages five and six, drowned in the bathtub when she stepped away for a few minutes. 

“How awful,” y/n says sadly as she reads, wiping a tear from her eyes. I rub her side, comforting her. After losing her mom and still getting no answers, I can only imagine how hard this is hitting her. 

I kiss the side of her head when she leans it on my shoulder. “There’s a statement from her husband,” I point out before reading it aloud. “What happened to my children was a terrible accident. And it must have been too much for my wife. Our babies were gone, and Constance couldn’t bear it,” said husband Joseph Welch. “Now I ask that you all please respect my privacy during this trying time.” I finish reading the quote from her husband. 

Dean points to a picture of the husband standing next to the bridge where Troy died. “Does that bridge look familiar to you?” Dean asks. 

“So this is where Constance took a swan dive,” Dean says, leaning over the bridge railing. 

“Dean, be careful,” Y/n says next to me, a foot behind Dean. 

Dean turns around and smirks at her. “What? Are you scared I’ll fall?” Dean jokes and pretends to fall backward toward the rail. 

“Dean!” Y/n and I say simultaneously and reach out for him. 

“I’m kidding,” Dean laughs. “Seriously, chill out,” Dean says with a smirk to both of us.

Y/n slaps Dean’s chest hard. “Fuck you,” she seethes and whips around, flinging her hair over her shoulder. 

Dean smirks and stands behind her, gathering her hair in his hand and pulling her head back, making her gasp. “What did we tell you about tying back your hair?” Dean asks, holding her waist to his chest. 

“I got a headache,” y/n says softly, leaning into Dean. 

“Mm, you want a different type of ache, princess?” Dean teases, running his hand down her waist and cupping her between her legs. My cock tightens in my jeans as I watch them together. I never imagined sharing Dean with anyone, but then again, I never imagined I’d have a half-sister to share, either. 

I move to stand in front of y/n while Dean stands behind her. I grip her throat and bring my lips to hers. “Pretty sure he asked you a question, baby,” I whisper against her lips. 

She hums and tries to press her lips to mine, but I pull my lips just out of her reach, teasing her. She gasps, and her eyes blow wide. “Sam!” She screams.

I jump back and turn around. A woman in a tattered white dress stands on the rail of the bridge. Dean moves into action and pushes y/n behind us, standing next to me. We only see her for a second before she steps off the railing down into the water. 

We all run to the railing and look over. “Where did she go?” Y/n asks, looking down at the water below. 

“I don’t know,” I respond, shaking my head softly. 

Behind us, an engine comes to life, and we all turn to see the Impala with a running engine and the headlights on. “What the fuck?” Dean questions.

“Who’s driving the car?” I ask Dean. Dean pulls out the keys from his pocket, jingling them in his fingers. The engine revs and shoots toward us. “Go! Go!” I shout as well and start to run. But the car is going too fast, and it’s going to hit us. Dean hops over the railing, and I push y/n over it to Dean before jumping over myself. The car stops right in front of me and suddenly turns off. 

I clutch y/n close to my chest for a moment and help her over the railing, thanking God that she’s okay. When I notice Dean isn’t already over the railing with us, I start to panic. “Dean?!” I call for him. I know he wasn’t hit, there’s no blood, and he went over the railing before us. 

“DEAN!” Y/n shouts, looking over the railing. 

I run over next to her and look down to see Dean crawling out of the water, mud coating his body and a pissed-off look on his face. “Hey, you alright?” I call down to him as he stands up. 

Dean gives me the A-Okay sign with his hand. “I’m super,” he says sarcastically and makes his way back up to us on the bridge. 

Dean puts down the hood of the Impala after checking it and leans on the hood. “Is your car alright?” Y/n asks Dean. 

“Yeah,” Dean sighs. “Whatever she did to it, seems alright now,” Dean says, sitting on the hood. “Constance. That bitch.”

I sit next to y/n on the hood, her between me and Dean. “She doesn’t want us digging around, that’s for sure,” I point out, y/n scooting closer to me. “So where’s the job go from here, genius?” I ask Dean sarcastically. 

“You smell like a toilet,” y/n points out when Dean notices she’s scooting away from him. Dean rolls his eyes and looks at us with a ‘really?’ expression. Me and y/n chuckle softly, and after a moment Dean looks down and chuckles too. 

Y/n

Dean gets a hotel room and cleans up, thank God. I fall back on the motel bed with a sigh. I have no idea how we’re going to get rid of Constance. We don’t even know where she’s buried. There was nothing in the article about a funeral.

“You alright?” Sam asks, lying down on his side next to me. 

“How are we going to get rid of her?” I ask him softly. 

Sam takes a deep breath and brushes my hair behind my ear. “We’ll find her bones and burn them,” he tells me. 

“We don’t even know where they are,” I remind him. 

Sam kisses me. “You’re too stressed out,” he says against my lips. 

I huff a laugh. “And you’re not?” 

Sam runs his hand down my body to the waistband of my jeans. “Maybe we need to blow off some steam,” Sam says, leaning down to kiss my neck. 

I moan softly and bite my bottom lip. “What about Dean?” I ask as Sam unbuttons my jeans. 

Sam moves on top of me and smirks. “Give him a show. The man jumped off a bridge after all,” Sam quips as he pulls my jeans and underwear down my legs. 

I sit up just enough to pull off my shirt and bra. “I like that idea,” I moan softly as Sam starts to kiss up my thighs. I fall back on the bed and squeeze my breasts as Sam’s tongue lands on my clit, licking slow circles. “Mm, Sammy,” I moan, pinching my nipples. 

Sam slides two fingers into me as he starts to suck on my clit, nipping it softly with his teeth, melting pain with pleasure as the knot in my stomach starts to tighten. “Ah, ah,” I moan, my back arching against the mattress. “Just, just like that,” I pant as he curls in fingers inside of me and thrusts them in and out. 

The bathroom door opens, and I watch Dean stop in his tracks at the sight of his brother between my legs, his face buried in my pussy. “Mm, hi, Dean,” I tease and let out a louder moan as Sam thrusts his fingers into me hard. “Sammy is going to make me cum like a good big brother,” I tease him further as he stalks toward me on the bed. 

“Is that so?” Dean asks, dropping the towel from around his waist, and his long, hard cock drips with pre-cum. Dean kneels on the bed next to my head. “Are you going to be a good little sister and make me cum too?” Dean teases as he runs his fingers through my hair. 

Sam’s tongue swirls around my clit again, and I moan. “Yes, Dean,” I open my mouth and stick out my tongue, inviting him inside. 

Dean slides his cock across my tongue and inside of my throat with a hiss. “Fuck. Such a good little slut for your big brothers. Aren’t you y/n?” 

I nod as best I can with Dean in my throat. “Mhmm,” I hum around his cock. I cup his balls with my hand and play with them how he likes. 

“Fuck, yeah, you are,” Dean groans as he thrusts in and out of my throat. “Breath through your nose, y/n,” Dean reminds me when I start to gag around him. I follow his direction, and I can take more of him down my throat without gagging. “Good girl,” Dean praises. 

I’m so wrapped up in pleasing Dean that I don’t notice Sam has stopped eating me out until I feel the tip of his cock push into my entrance. I moan, and my eyes roll back as Sam stretches me, filling me with his long and thick cock. “Ah, ah,” Dean corrects me, grabbing my throat and forcing me to look up at him above me. “Eyes on me when my cock is in your throat, princess,” Dean smirks. 

I moan and do my best to keep my eyes on Dean as he watches Sam grip my hips and plow into me hard and fast. “How’s her pussy, little brother?” Dean groans. 

“So,” Sam moans and thrusts hard into me again. “So fucking wet,” he groans and spreads my legs impossibly far apart, letting his cock reach deeper inside of me. I whimper around Dean’s cock in my throat as Sam repeatedly hits that spot inside of me harder and faster. 

Dean pulls himself out of my throat, and my saliva and Dean’s pre-cum drip down my chin. “F-fuck,” I whimper, gripping the blanket on the bed. “I’m, I’m gonna cum,” I cry out in pain and pleasure. 

Dean slaps my breast, making me gasp, and then massages it. “Not before you ask permission,” Dean teases. 

My head falls back, and my back arches. “P-please,” I whimper, trying to keep the tether inside of me from snapping. 

Dean grips my hair harshly and forces my head up to watch Sam fuck me. “Beg again and watch Sammy fuck that tight little cunt. And maybe we’ll let you,” Dean taunts. 

I make eye contact with Sam. “Please, Sammy,” I whimper, watching his cock pump in and out of me, repeatedly hitting that spot inside of me. “Fuck, please,” I beg again. 

Sam smirks and looks over at Dean. “I’m gonna bust Dean. Does she deserve to cum?” Sam checks with his brother before letting me find my release. 

“Cum with her,” Dean groans, pumping his cock. Dean looks down at me. “Cum. Now,” he demands. 

My legs shake, and my vision blurs as I cum the hardest I ever have before, even with them. I feel Dean shoot ropes of cum across my chest and barely feel Sam’s cum as a gush of wetness squirts from my entrance. 

“What,” I pant, trying to catch my breath. “What was that?” I ask. 

“You squirted,” Sam smiles and runs his fingers up my folds before bringing them to his mouth and sucking them with a satisfied hum. “Have you never done that before?” I shake my head. 

Dean lifts me and moves me to the other bed, laying on top of it with me, and Sam follows, lying down on the other side of Dean, putting him in the middle. “You will again,” Dean promises me. 

“Tonight?” I ask him. I could probably go again. 

Dean shakes his head. “Not tonight. We have a long day tomorrow, and I need you both on your game.” 

“I’m always on my game,” Sam chuckles and kisses Dean, then me. 

“Shut up, both of you and go to bed.”

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julance '24 week 2 : fire

Lance strikes the makeshift flint and sparks catch the tinder, igniting into a nice roaring fire by the time he’s done feeding it. Pleased, Lance sits back on his heels and grins at Keith.

“I know you didn’t learn that in Boy Scouts,” is all Keith says, staring blankly at the fire that will certainly help keep them alive until their teammates rescue them from the forest moon they are currently stranded on. A little gratitude would be nice.

“That’s insulting; I feel very insulted right now.” Lance forces his face to fall in mock outrage. “How do you know I’m not a boy scout? Don’t think I have what it takes?”

“Please,” Keith mutters. “You’d probably be too distracted trying to climb a tree or something.” 

“Eh” —Lance considers Keith’s reasoning— “I guess that’s accurate. Still, next time start your critiques with, ‘thank you for saving us, Lance.’”

Keith shakes his head, though the corner of his mouth twitches—slight but present. “‘Thank you for saving us, Lance.’”

“Perfect.”

Lance returns to tending the fire, working to make sure it will remain stable for the next few hours, as they set up their camp in silence. They gather all the necessary supplies from the crashed Altean pod—emergency rations and a couple blankets—preparing to wait hours for a rescue and hopefully not days. Though, their team has to realize they’re missing first. But when Lance can no longer ignore Keith’s curious gaze boring into him, he sighs. 

“One of my uncles is a survival nut,” Lance explains, giving into Keith’s silent version of excessive questioning. “I went on way too many camping trips with my siblings.” But he whips around, pointing at Keith. “I just don’t understand why Mr. Lone Wolf who lived in a freakin’ desert for a year doesn’t know how to start a fire.”

“I always had matches.” Keith shrugs. He’s at least made himself useful by gathering logs for firewood and clearing out a space on the forest floor for them to sleep. “And there was a convenience store a couple dozen miles away that I could get gas at.”

“Oh my god. Your impressive meter has just dropped like a good five levels.”

Keith raises a single eyebrow that disappears behind his bangs. “You’re impressed by me?”

“No,” Lance quickly corrects his mistake. His cheeks heat. “I just think you’re too good at too many things for your own damn good. Be human for once.”

“I’m half Galra.”

Lance rolls his eyes. “Be half human, half alien for once, my god.”

“I have no issues saying that I’m impressed by you,” Keith comments as he tugs his hair into a stubby ponytail—not that it makes his hair any less mullet shaped. 

“Oh really?” Lance suddenly brightens, changing his whole demeanor. He lays on his side; his arm props up his head as he bats his eyes. “Tell me more. I love hearing how clever and handsome you think I am.”

Scowling, Keith lifts his leg and gently shoves Lance off balance with the toe of his boot. “I only said you're impressive.”

“I can read between the lines.” Unperturbed, Lance flashes him another grin, even though leaves and dirt tangle in his hair now as he sprawls out beside his hand-made fire, where no help was needed, thank you very much. Yeah, he is impressive. “Got a B+ in Literature once.” 

“That’s just so hot,” Keith deadpans, and Lance cracks into a gut-wrenching roll of laughter. 

The next few hours are going to be fun.