#THIS GOT LONG JESUS CHRIST. RUN WHILE YOU CAN. SORRY.

[vyladromeave]

If MCD gets turned into a book I am almost certain the autism ghosts will possess me again and I’ll have to making a 5 hour long rant with a conspiracy style string chart on my wall

GOD mcd as a book genuinely makes me both so excited and terrified at the same time. I've had this ask sitting in my inbox for like a day now because idk entirely how to voice all the opinions i have about this. AT THE VERY LEAST: It's cool that Jess hasn't forgotten entirely about MCD, and while it sounds like the plans to continue myst are more clear/doable (its the same format she's always done, all it takes is for her to write a conclusion she feels satisfied with. which is definitely a large feat but it feels more in-reach than expanding on mcd right now), its cool that theres still an interest for MCD as well.

SORRY THIS POST IS ABOUT TO GET LONG TURNS OUT IM VERY MENTALLY ILL ABOUT THIS SERIES WHO COULDVE GUESSED. SORRY. HERE'S YOUR CHANCE TO ESCAPE PLEASE TAKE IT NOW.

CONTINUING: MCD continuation sounds like it is not in reach right now, and not entirely a priority either. It's not even in pre-production yet, it sounds like she hasn't even decided on a format to release it as, which means relatively zero work has gone into making that yet. (Beyond the guideline that has already been written for it in the form of the existing MCD story that we know and are familiar with.) We don't even know if it would be a book!! JESS doesn't even know if it would be a book!! I don't know how I'd feel about it if it WAS a book! She's been vocal about wanting something akin to an anime or animated series before iirc (though i dont remember the source for this so correct me if im wrong), so it could be that thats still something she wants to pursue with and getting a whole animated show at a good quality is hard! I don't know!!! Nobody knows!!!! (And I don't know if she's ever even produced anything aside from Youtube Video Storytelling/RP series. Sure she has a very successful toy line, but that's not really a writing/storytelling medium. And I guess there's the music videos, but those are... um......... bad........ And we know she's no stranger to fanfic, thanks to the fucklist if nothing else, but i've literally never SEEN her writing go towards something that wasnt a Minecraft Youtube Video. On this note, if anyone is familiar with work Jess/the team has done for something that ISNT the medium of things she posts to her youtube channel, please send it my way I'd be very interested in checking it out.)

I think I'm glad that at the very least, it wont be produced in the same style as her modern rps (the style used for mcds3 + modern mystreet content + Rebirth too actually...) because I really don't enjoy that style... to me a big part of MCD honestly is the fact that things are for the most part kept in Aphmau's POV of things, something they ditch alot in modern rp content. But switching that format to something else might not lend to telling it the same way. Which is scary to me!! (honestly I personally think mcd would function really well as a first person visual novel or something along those lines. but if anything, that might require more writing than a book would, since there'd be choices and paths...) And obviously ppl HAVE attempted things similar to retelling mcd as a book before, there might be more MCD rewrites out there than MCD fanfics at this point tbh im not blind. But there's still the difficulty of being able to tell that story well in a medium it was not originally produced in/arguably meant for.

There's also the point of: I don't really Like a lot of the more recent choices Jess has made with MCD's story somewhat recently. The stuff with Irene in Mystreet just feels like a mess, I don't like the idea of the two having crossover. And while Rebirth for the most part was pretty good, there are still some things I have gripes with, mostly with how Aphmau is presented as a character and agency problems she's had since all the way back in mcd s2. There's a very real possibility that I just wont enjoy MCD as the way Jess wants to tell it now. And thats like fine, obviously, but it is also a little disheartening.

and then there's the point of: still knowing that i probably won't like how it ends, WE WILL LIKELY GET AN ACTUAL END. can you imagine that. MCD with an ending. a canon ending. I doubt it would be in the first installment of whatever MCD gets published as (if it gets published at all), seeing as even in Rebirth jess was planning on it having 2 seasons, but still. Even if I don't like the ending, the idea that there will BE ONE OUT THERE for me to bounce off of is incredible to me.

when it comes down to it: i honestly don't have much hopes of MCD ever being officially finished in any capacity. I hate to be a downer about it so soon after news that Should be Good. But the fact that she doesn't even know what MEDIUM she wants it to be in is not a good sign. If it Will ever be officially published in some form, it's likely it won't be for a very very long time. Not like mcd fans are strangers to waiting, but still. As a professional MCD Waiter, I would not be surprised if we are left waiting forever. It happened with original mcd, it happened with rebirth, i do not doubt it will continue happening for a very long time. I'm scared to get my hopes up for a finished story of any kind, because it's never approached Finished before. Its very hard for me to get excited over something I know will likely be abandoned, possibly before it's even been started.

but yeah if we get mcd book ill read it probably. ya know. whatever or something. <guy who is trying not to look like he cares about this a lot

[estrellami-1]

How Steve Harrington Gets a Family

The first time it happened, Steve didn’t remember. He had no idea why Hopper was acting so weird until Joyce took him aside, sighing softly.

“Oh, honey,” she murmurs. “You don’t remember, do you?”

He frowns at her. “Remember what?”

“You called him dad, Steve.”

“I-” he gapes. “What?”

It goes like this.

He’d been hospitalized, after the Russians; he doesn’t know all the details, won’t for years, but Hopper had escaped from the reactor, thrown his weight—and title—around until someone had put Steve in a room, in a bed, gotten an IV into him, run whatever tests doctors run.

He was delirious with the truth serum still in his system and the adrenaline wearing off, groaning in pain and mumbling nonsense.

Hopper had put a hand on his head, said, “I’ve got you, Steve. You’re safe. It’s okay.”

“Dad,” Steve had mumbled, shifting into Hopper’s hand, and promptly passed out.

“Oh,” Steve whispers after Joyce tells him. He runs a hand through his hair. “Well, no shit he’s been acting weird, I mean why would he want me as a kid- shit, I need to apologize-” 

“Whoa,” Joyce says seriously, hands on his shoulders. “Slow down, Steve. You know Hopper loves you, right?”

Steve bites his lip on the snark that wants to come out, instead choosing to just blink at her.

“Christ,” Joyce laments, “I’m going back to school, everyone need so much damn therapy.” She takes a breath and looks Steve in the eye. “Hopper loves you, Steve. He’s considered you his kid for a long time now.”

Steve gapes at her. “No he hasn’t!”

Joyce raises a brow. “Uh-huh. And how many parties has he busted, exactly? And how many marks do you have on your record?”

Steve snaps his mouth shut. “Oh, shit,” he whispers, looking up at Joyce. “He- he does? Really?”

“Really,” Joyce confirms, pulling him into a hug.

“Oh,” he mumbles, before letting himself enjoy the hug.

Later, when he’s about to head home, he stops in front of Hopper, glancing nervously over to Joyce, who nods encouragingly. “Can I, uh. Talk to you? For a second?”

Hopper narrows his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

Steve’s eyes widen. “No, nothing! Just-” he sighs, runs a hand through his hair, gestures Hopper out the door and around the side of the house. “So, Joyce and I were talking, right? And I was wondering why you’d been acting weird around me, and I didn’t even remember what I said in the hospital, so Joyce told me, and- and I don’t expect anything from you! At all! And it- how I feel doesn’t have to change anything-”

“Christ,” Hopper says, but he’s smiling. “I think you’re worse at emotions than I am.”

“Well I’ve never had to tell anyone I think of them as more of a father figure than my own father before!” Steve blurts out, then freezes.

Hopper bursts out laughing. “Jesus, kid, do you think before you talk?”

Steve’s not hurt. Really. “Sorry,” he mumbles, looking anywhere but at Hopper. “I’ll leave.”

A hand on his wrist stops him. “C’mere, kid,” Hopper says, pulling him into a hug.

Steve stiffens. “What?”

“Boy, you’ve been my kid since the third time I didn’t write you up for one of those damn parties,” he grouses.

Steve relaxes into the hug. “So. If I, uh. Were to, maybe, call you dad again…”

“Just see what I’ll do if you don’t,” Hopper says gruffly, and it’s really not that funny but Steve’s just so relieved that he cracks up anyways.

They pull apart after a minute, and Steve has a giddy grin on his face as he backs up. “Bye, Dad,” he says, before turning and running to his car. Hopper’s laughter follows him.

He’s been close to Dustin for a while now, but still refuses to call his mom Claudia. The most he’ll do is Mrs. H, even though every time she sees him, she tries to get him to call her by her first name.

He can’t do it. He can’t make himself. Maybe it’s the manners instilled in him, maybe he’s just awkward as fuck, who knows. But he chickens out every time.

That’s why, when she answers the door, he smiles. “Hey, Mrs. H.”

“Steve,” she greets him warmly. “Come in, come in. Call me Claudia. Oh, what is this? I told you you don’t have to bring anything!”

“Just some cookies,” he promises her, putting them down where she directs and falling into the hug she gives him.

“Dear,” she asks him later, when they’re sitting at the table with Dustin, “call me Claudia, please?”

Steve can’t look at her; passes the butter Dustin’s silently asking for. “Sorry, Mrs. H.”

“Jesus,” Dustin groans, buttering his roll. “If you can’t even say her name then at least call her mom.”

Steve’s cheeks are on fire. “That’s not exactly up to me, Dust,” he grits out.

“Oh, dear,” Claudia sighs. “I would love for you to call me mom.”

“Then we’d be brothers,” Dustin adds, “which we basically are anyways.”

Steve snorts. “I don’t think that’s exactly how it works,” he tells Dustin, but takes a breath and smiles at Claudia. “Thanks, Mom,” he says quietly. Claudia beams back at him.

“I don’t give a damn!” Claudia yells at the hospital receptionist, who really just looks exceedingly bored.

Steve knows the look of someone who’s grabbing their pepper spray. “Mom?” He calls, wet and wobbly, and Claudia spins around, running to his side.

“Oh, Stevie,” she murmurs, gently cupping his hands. “Oh, goodness, your face- have you gotten looked at? Has someone come to see you? Where’s Dustin?”

Steve opens his mouth to answer and promptly bursts into tears. “He’s f-fine,” he manages. “Ankle. Getting- getting helped. But- Mom-”

She hushes him, pulling him down into a seat next to her. “Let it out, Steve, there you go. Mom’s here, I’ve got you.”

He finally composes himself enough to pull back and look at her. “It’s not good, Mom,” he whispers. “I tried, I really did, and I know CPR but he was losing so much blood-”

“Steve,” she stops him, “I thought you said Dustin was fine?”

“He is, it’s just his ankle, but Eddie, Mom… he’s back there, they’re doing surgery, but he- I felt-” he grabs at his own chest, and somehow Claudia knows what he means. “Oh, dear,” she murmurs, pulling him into another hug. “I’m so proud of you,” she whispers into his ear. “You did what you could, you kept him stable until the doctors could do their job, and now it’s their turn, okay? Let them take care of it. They’re gonna do everything they can.”

His eyes well up again. “He didn’t kill anyone, Mom.”

“Oh, I know that, sweetie. It’s okay. I never thought he did.”

“But they do!” He sniffs, wipes at his face. “And what- what if-”

She pulls his attention back to her with a hand on his face. “Did I tell you about the time a known serial killer came in?” She whispers. He shakes his head. “He’d been in an… altercation, with the police. Shots had been fired. We all knew who he was, but when he flatlined on the table, we got his heart beating again.” She grips his hand tightly. “Doctors take an oath, Steve. They’re going to do everything they can. Okay?”

“Okay,” he mumbles, letting her pull him into another hug.

“Y’wanna tell me about Eddie?”

“You know Eddie.”

“Mhm, from Dusty. I’ve never heard about him from your perspective before.”

“I didn’t really know him before today,” he admits. “I knew of him, in high school, a little bit, but then I graduated and he didn’t and then Dustin started raving about him and… I got jealous.”

“Oh, Steve.” She cards a hand through his hair. “You know Dustin will always love you. You’re brothers.”

Steve sighs. “I know, but… we’re also not. I love you more than I love the woman who birthed me, and I love Dust as much as I’d love any biological sibling I could ever have, but-”

“I know,” Claudia says. “It’s okay, dear. Keep going. Tell me about Eddie.”

“Right. So I got jealous, and then I really didn’t wanna meet him, ‘cause he actually sounded kinda cool and I’m just… me. And I know what you’re gonna say, but you’re biased as my mom.” Claudia just chuckles. “But then I met him, and… he’s really nice, Mom. He really loves the twerps. And he’s, like… kind? And I know nice and kind are synonyms but it’s different. Like he’s just… an inherently good person. That’s kind. Nice you can fake. But you can’t fake kind. Y’know?”

“I know what you mean,” she agrees.

“Okay, good. Well he’s kind. He-” Steve sniffs. “He called me a good dude.”

“Well,” Claudia says, smiling, “you are.”

Steve chuckles wetly. “I am now, maybe, but I wasn’t when we knew each other in high school, and I didn’t really expect him to say anything. And he’s so passionate, Mom, and he’s talented, and he’s selfless, but that backfired because it landed him here-”

Claudia hums, strokes a hand through his hair. “How long have you liked him?” He stiffens. “Oh, please, like I haven’t known this entire time. Honestly, Steve, I’m not an idiot. And I’m not some backwards idiot especially who thinks two boys who love each other are the greatest sin.”

“No, it- Mom, you love Robin, of course you’re fine with it, I just- I didn’t… I didn’t realize.”

“Oh, Stevie,” she sighs, running her hand through his hair again. “When he gets out, are you gonna do something about it?”

“I don’t know,” he says quietly. “Maybe. If- if he even wants to be friends-”

“Okay, now I know you’re talking crazy,” she teases him, grinning.

Just then Hopper walks in, looking around with wide eyes, stopping when he sees Steve. “Dad!” Steve yelps, standing and walking quickly towards him, stopping about three steps in. “Oh, fuck,” he mutters, because he knows the way the room is spinning and his vision is going out.

He’s out before he hits the ground.

He wakes up later to find he didn’t hit the ground, actually; Hopper had leapt forward and caught him the second he’d stopped walking and started swaying.

He blinks bleary eyes open and finds himself looking at a ceiling tile. “What-”

“Don’t move,” comes Hopper’s voice from beside him.

He turns his head to frown at him. “Dad? What happened?”

“You passed out. Jumped outta Claudia’s arms like she’d burned you when you saw me. Much as I love you, kid, the parent’s gotta go first this time, ‘kay? No more self-sacrificing bullshit and not getting medical attention when you need it.”

“M’kay,” Steve says. “Sorry, Dad.”

Hopper puts a hand on his head. It’s comforting. “Go to sleep, kid.”

When he wakes up again, he’s more lucid. He looks around, sees Claudia asleep in the chair next to him. Looks on his other side, and his breath catches when he sees Eddie. His eyes are closed, he’s still asleep, but he’s alive.

“Mom,” he whispers, tearing his eyes away from Eddie to look at her. He feels bad, a little, waking her, but only a little because he knows she’d tear him a new one if he didn’t. “Mom.”

She starts awake and tears up when she sees him. “Stevie,” she murmurs, cradling his face with her hand.

“Mom,” he says again. “He’s here.”

Claudia chuckles. “You can thank your father and I for that one. We raised hell.”

“I bet you did,” he says appreciatively.

“And you, young man,” she says, too full of love to really be mean, “next time you tell me when you’ve been half eaten, okay? Or have you forgotten I’m a nurse?”

“Didn’t forget,” he murmurs, nudging her hand with his face. “Just wanted to stay with you.”

“Oh, Steve,” she murmurs. “You beautiful boy.”

He falls asleep again.

He wakes up again later and looks over to see Eddie also awake, and also looking at him. “Eddie,” he breathes.

It’s hard to tell from where he is, but it looks like Eddie’s blushing. “Looks like I’ve got you to thank for saving my life.”

Now Steve’s blushing. “Ah,” he eloquently says. “No, I mean, just- what anyone else would do?”

“Are you asking me?”

Oh, god, is he teasing? Steve barely survived the flirting before, but now there’s nothing else to keep his attention off Eddie, nothing else he can blame the blush on. “…I just didn’t do much,” he belatedly says.

“Bullshit.” He shifts and hisses in pain. “Fuck, those bastards got me good. But that- that’s proof, y’know?”

Steve blinks. He doesn’t know. “What?”

Eddie grins at him. The stitches in his cheek pull, but don’t tear. “That you saved me.”

Abruptly, Steve tears up. He looks away, up at the ceiling, wills the tears to stay inside. “Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you-”

“No,” he answers quickly. Too quickly. There’s an awkward silence now. “Fuck,” he mutters. “I- I felt your heart stop, okay?” He looks over again, knows the tears are there, knowing they’re leaking into his hairline and across the bridge of his nose. “I wasn’t sure the doctors were even gonna try that hard to save you. And now you’re joking with me, and-” he takes a quick breath, holds it. Releases it slowly. “‘M just glad you’re okay,” he finally says.

“Oh,” Eddie says quietly. “I, uh. Didn’t think you really… cared. About me.”

“I think I care more than I should.”

Eddie takes a breath. “I’m about to say something way too brave, and I’m only saying it ‘cause we’re both in hospital beds and I’m assuming you can’t just, like, walk over and punch me.”

“Even if I could, I wouldn’t.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep. But, uh. Anyways. I don’t… people don’t care about me. My uncle Wayne does, sure, and the kids, but that’s different, and- well. I’ll take whatever care you wanna give me. It won’t be too much.”

“Okay,” Steve says, “well I definitely don’t want to punch you for that, what the hell, but I hope you know you’re gonna get hugged for that as soon as I figure out how to undo all this shit.” He gestures to the tubes in his arms, and Eddie starts to laugh, then stops just as quickly with a hiss.

“Okay, abs got eaten, no laughing,” he mutters, mostly to himself. “Shit, dude, stay in bed, you had like five people in here earlier who all told me specifically to not let you out of bed, though how I’m supposed to do that I dunno.”

Steve blinks over at him. “Five?”

“Well- four, now that I count. Dustin was here with his mom, he’s getting released later but was allowed out of bed for a minute and came to see us. Robin, and she looked angry, are you two, like, okay?”

Steve snorts. “Yeah, she’s just worried.”

“And then Chief Hopper, which- do you wanna explain why the actual Chief of Police was in here?”

“Ah,” Steve says, and blushes again. “He kinda, like… adopted me? Not officially, obviously, but he’s… well, I call him dad, so-”

“And Claudia?”

Steve hums. “‘S my mom. Dust’s my brother.”

Eddie snorts. “Jesus, Harrington, d’you just go around collecting people to call your parents? How many d’you have now, four?”

“Nah, just two. My parents fucked off pretty permanently by the time I was nine. And before that I had nannies when they were gone.”

Eddie blinks at him. “You- wait. Back up. You’ve been alone for the entirety of high school?”

Steve thinks. “I mean, I had Hopper, kinda, but that was before he became Dad, so… I guess?”

“Goddamn,” Eddie whispers wonderingly. “And you’re still sane?”

Steve snorts. “Jury’s out on that one, I mean I do willingly hang out with the twerps, so-”

“Fuck, don’t make me laugh, man.” He sighs. “I get it, though,” he says quietly. “Mom was an angel, but… Dad got to her, y’know? Tore her wings off, rubbed her halo in the dirt. Poured alcohol down her throat until she was dependent on it. And him. And when she-” he shakes his head. “Then it was just Dad, and he got sent away ‘cause apparently his new car wasn’t his, y’know? And I went to live with Wayne at twelve.”

“But now you’ve got Wayne.”

“Mhm.” He smiles a little. “Call ’im pops sometimes, ‘cause he’s my real dad now. Sometimes Wayne, sometimes Uncle Wayne. He doe’n’t care much.”

“What’s it like? Living with him?”

“It’s been a dream, honestly. He’s the nicest person I’ve ever met, and he’s got patience to rival a saint. Doesn’t care when I play my music loud, or forget to eat, or bring boy—uh, girls—over.”

Steve hums. “There’s still the house in Loch Nora, but I stay with the Hendersons most days. I tend to bring people I meet to Loch Nora, just ‘cause it’s empty, y’know? I mean, Dust’s a little shit, and he’d tease me regardless of who I brought home. Mom wouldn’t care. Hell, she’d probably give me a condom and lube,” he laughs. “And she’s teaching Dustin to be the same way. He’ll get there one day.”

“He’s a twerp,” Eddie agrees. “I didn’t know you, uh-”

“Mhm,” Steve answers. “Robin says I’m like Bowie.”

“Like Bowie- you’re bisexual?”

“That’s the one!” Steve says happily. “I can never remember the name.”

Eddie looks at him wonderingly. “Who are you, Steve Harrington?”

Eventually they get out of the hospital, and eventually they stop circling around each other. Eventually they kiss, and fall asleep on the couch, and make each other breakfast, and do certain things behind closed doors that Steve still can’t think about without blushing.

Eventually they’re outside the Munson’s trailer, working in the garden that Eddie, surprisingly, loved.

“Imma go in,” Steve says eventually. “Get a drink.”

“Alright,” Eddie says, not looking up from where he’s pulling weeds near his tomatoes. “I’ll be here.”

Steve has a bit of a headache already, and he knows drastic temperature changes don’t help. He didn’t think the trailer was that big of a difference, but it’s cool enough he’s got goosebumps breaking out along his arms almost immediately. Then he’s hit with a blast of freezing air when he opens the fridge, and his head begins to throb. “Fuck,” he mutters, shutting the door and grabbing for a glass, hoping the sink water isn’t too cold.

It’s cooler than he’d like, but it’s all he’s got right now, and he knows if he doesn’t hydrate it’s going to end up worse. He chugs two glasses, sets the cup down, and goes to sit at the table, rubbing his eyes.

It gets worse almost without him realizing: one second his relatively fine, the next he’s groaning in pain, trying to block out all the light by laying his head on his forearm.

A hand on his back startles him. “Dee?”

“Wayne,” comes the gruff voice. “Not Eddie. Y’got a migraine?”

“Mhm.”

“Y’take anything for it?”

Steve waves a hand. “Had water.”

Wayne leaves for a minute, comes back and presses two pills into Steve’s hand. A glass of water is placed in front of him.

He takes the pills, squinting, and lays his head back down.

“Nuh-uh,” Wayne says, “up you get, c’mon, you’re sleepin’ this off.” Hands at his shoulders guide him out of his seat, shuffle him slowly down the hall to Eddie’s cool, dark room. Lay him down and pull the blankets over him.

Steve sighs and relaxes into the bed, cracking an eye open to look at Wayne. “Thanks, Pops,” he murmurs, then winces when Wayne freezes. “S’rry. Wayne.”

Wayne pets a hand through Steve’s hair. “Pops works just fine,” he says. “I’ll tell Ed you’re in here.”

“M’kay,” Steve breathes, and lets himself fall asleep.

They’re at Hopper’s cabin, an annual We Saved the World semi-party that usually ends in at least one disagreement.

Eddie’s got most of the kids corralled away in the living room, with promises of an epic one-shot. The adults, Steve, Max, and El are in the kitchen.

He doesn’t know who started it, but someone teases him, and Hopper ruffles his hair with another jab. “Dad,” he complains good-naturedly, laughing.

“Steve?” El asks.

“Yeah?” He looks at her.

“Hopper is your dad.”

Steve glances at Hopper, who’s listening, but making no move to answer. “I mean… not, like, biologically, but yeah.”

“Me too,” El says. “Are you my brother, then?”

Steve flounders. “I- I guess if you want me to be?”

“You’re a good brother to Dustin,” she answers. “I haven’t had any good brothers besides Will, and we are the same age. I would like a good older brother.”

He smiles, tugs her into a hug. “I guess I’m your brother, then.”

She goes willingly. “Does that mean Joyce is your mom too?” She looks up at him, big eyes serious. “She is a good mom.”

“Uh,” Steve says, “that’s kinda up to Joyce.”

“Oh, honey,” Joyce says, because of course everyone had stopped talking the moment El had started. “Why don’t you call me Mama J?”

Steve smiles bashfully, accepting her hug. “Sounds good to me.”

When he tells Eddie later, his boyfriend laughs. “You really do collect parents!”

[mothman-supremacy]

i’ll get you there

you can’t cum, logan does his best to get you there

intended lowercase, not proofread

almost 800 words :D

please be nice this is the first time i’ve written something that wasn’t bullet points jesus christ

cw: pussy eating? soft in love logan, orgasm struggles

this is taking too long. you can feel the minutes tick by to the point where you think you can almost hear the methodical tick tick tick of a clock.

it’s good— it always is, it’s logan of course it’s good, great even. but you just can’t quite get there, every time you get close it slips through your fingers. you’re taking too long to get there, you know he has to be getting tired of you, of this, by now.

the sound of him slurping you up from hole to clit makes your breath hitch and your hips stutter.

okay breathe— focus on logan.

you card your fingers through his hair, tugging a little. he groans and smirks up at your. he know it’s taking you longer than usual to get there, but he doesn’t care. he’ll work his tongue through your folds and massage circles around your clit for as long as it takes. he’s happy to be down there forever.

“you okay baby? want me to change anything?” his voice is rough, gravelly.

“yes. no. ugh logan i don’t know. just forget it, it’s not happening tonight.” you can feel your eyes tearing up and before you even realize, big, fat tears of frustration are rolling down your cheeks. “i’m sorry logan, it’s good i promise i just can’t get out of my own head.”

he’s sitting up and pulling you into his lap, hands coming up to cup your cheeks. “hey, baby look at me. it’s okay, you’re okay. i’ll get you there, don’t worry.” you huff and look up at him and he’s wiping your tear stained cheeks. he’s only ever this soft around you.

his hands and wandering now, trailing a finger down the length of your neck and across your collar bone. soft nips at your jaw and his big palms running down the expanse of your back and they land on your hips. he pulls your hips down and grinds you against his taut thigh. “keep your eyes on me, i’ll get you there.”

you can feel his fingers ghosting over your clit now, sliding down slowly to tease your entrance. he lays you back down and slides down your body to resume his previous position. soft kisses on your stomach and thighs, fingers skimming around where you want him most. “please logan, i need you.” you whimper.

“i’ve got you sweetheart. keep your eyes on me remember?” logan gives your thighs a few more kiss before the turn into light bites on the way to your pussy. you suck in a sharp breath when his tongue finally makes contact with you again. he trails his tongue wide and flat all the way up your slit and ends with sucking your clit into his mouth. he looks up at you while he slides a finger into you curling it at just the right angle.

“love lookin at you like this” he mumbles “all wide eyed and soft f’me” he adds another finger and slowly slides in and out, hooking his fingers just the way you like it. “prettiest girl i’ve ever fucking seen”

he’s back to lapping at your clit now- it’s messy, his spit is everywhere and he’s practically drooling“fuck- logan. please please don’t fucking stop.” you gasp “logan ‘m so close” he growls and tightens his hold on your thigh while he continue to pump his fingers in and out of you and cradle your clit with his tongue.

he feels you tense up and shift your hips towards his face before a long drawn out whine leaves your lips. “that’s it baby, that’s it. fucking cum f’me baby, use my face.” he slides his fingers out of you and directs your hands to grab his hair and pull him further into your pussy. “take what you need from me” he moans and flattens his tongue against you while you grind your pussy against him.

“oh my god- fuck yes yes yes! logannnn!” your fingers bunch up in his hair and you yank a little harder than you mean to and he lets out a long moan at the feeling that sends you over the edge. you’re pulling him into you while your legs tense up and start to shake and you cum with a shout of his name.

logan lets you ride your orgasm out grinding against his tongue until you slump back down. he laps up your juices until you’re a squirming mess, the overstimulation getting to you. he kisses up your thighs and stomach, all the way past your chest and gives you a kiss.

“told you i’d get you there, i always do” he says with a smirk and one last kiss to your lips.

[maurythehormonemonster]

Kinktober day two. Deepthroating - John Price // (gn! reader)

CW: spit (in mouth), cum swallowing

This was supposed to be uniforms and it did not pan out!! Anywho! Hope you enjoy! (It's also way longer than originally intended but once I start yapping it's hard to stop)

Maury’s masterlist

Bringing lunch to John on base one day because he forgot it at home, even though you reminded him sleepily before he left the house. 

  You smiled as you greeted the familiar receptionist, telling her how your idiot left his lunch on the counter. She giggled, understanding completely and sent you off into the direction of the training field. 

  As you entered the large space, there he was. All tall and handsome (as always) in his military fatigues, his hands resting in the pockets of his jacket while he shouted at the new recruits. Something about it was… Intense to say the least. The way his eyebrows knitted together and how his lips curled into a sneer as he yelled something or other at the young men and women. His muscles were visible even through his jacket, you could practically see his veins bulging from the annoyance. 

  Your footsteps were quiet on the floor as you approached him, placing a hand on his back. “John, honey.”

  He stiffened under the unwelcome touch, ready to go off.  Today was not his day. He opened his mouth to yell before he heard your sweet voice. “Jesus, darling-“ He huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You can’t sneak up on me like that, I was about to lose it.” There was no malice behind his tone, just irritation at having to deal with these poor sods all day. 

  Your hand ran up and down his spine soothingly. “Sorry, sorry. I just wanted to bring you the lunch you forgot.” You smiled, holding out the bag. “I suppose you’re busy though, I can leave it in your office if you’d prefer.” 

  John shook his head, hooking an arm around your back before barking at one of the men. “You. Go get Lieutenant Riley. Tell him I had something to attend to.” You watched the recruit all but run out of the room. Jesus Christ, he scared them badly. He patted your backside, tilting his head towards the door. “Never too busy for you.”

  Hand in hand you retreated to his office together. You watched as his hips swayed in his infamous brown pants, subconsciously squeezing his hand tighter. 

  He groaned as he sat down in his chair, rolling up the sleeves of his long sleeve shirt. You watched as he crossed his arms over his chest, his muscles threatening to rip through his shirt. “We’re doomed if those are the only recruits we have.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his words, rounding his desk to stand in front of him. “All they need is a bit of discipline.” You shrugged, running one of your hands through his hair. “Or a bullet in the shoulder.” He snorted, leaning into your touch. 

  You stepped closer, seating yourself on top of him, your legs straddling his own. His hands rested on your hips and he buried his face in your chest. “Got to retire.” He mumbled, inhaling your scent. You only rolled your eyes in response, wrapping your arms around his neck. He said that every time he had to deal with the youngins. 

  You nudged his chin up before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his lips. He closed his eyes and his hands tightened on you, pulling you closer. He was stressed and you knew exactly what would help him. 

  He pulled away after a few moments, looking up at you with a raised eyebrow. “What’s got you so needy, hm?” He mused, rubbing circles on your hips. 

  “You just look so bloody good in that outfit, Captain.” He let out an involuntary groan at your words, putting his head into the crook of your neck. You knew what would get him riled up, and calling him Captain was definitely one of them. 

  “God, darling.” He whispered, pressing kisses to your shoulder. A few simple words from you had him straining in his pants already. 

  You hummed, grabbing his hair at the base and tugging it so he would look at you. “Tell me what you want from me, Captain.” Accentuating your words by grinding down on his clothed bulge. 

  His gaze darkened and his hands moved from your hips to your ass, giving you a sharp slap. “Get on your knees.” He growled and you obeyed, whimpering at the sting before sinking off of his lap and onto your knees in between his legs. 

  You knew he was angry, and this was the perfect stress relief. Your hands ran up his thighs and to his belt, looking up at him for permission to which he only shifted in his seat and nodded. 

  You didn’t need to be told twice, you unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants and briefs just enough for his cock to pop out, bobbing against his stomach. You practically drooled, even though you saw it all the time your reaction never changed. 

  His calloused hand gripped your hair and tugged you closer, one of his hands wrapping around his base as he brought his leaking tip to your lips, smearing his precum over them. “Get on with it.” He ordered, the way he sounded, sent a wave of heat to your core. 

  You opened your mouth and took his tip into your mouth, moaning at the way he tasted. His hand tightened in your hair as you began to bob up and down, tongue swirling around his length. 

  He waited until you got comfortable before tugging you off and bringing his hand to your chin. “Open.” He watched as you opened your mouth, leaning forwards and spitting on your tongue. 

  “You’re going to take all of me, understood?” You nodded, taking a deep breath in, and without a second thought he tugged you back onto his cock, shoving your head all the way down to his coarse hair. You gagged around him, hollowing out your cheeks. 

  The vibrations made John throw his head back, squeezing his eyes shut as he began to use your hair as leverage to push you up and down his thick cock. “That’s it, just like that, darling.” He chuffed, looking down at you. 

  Tears piled up in your lash line from the way he held you at his base, thrusting up into your throat. 

  One of your hands moved off his thigh and into your own underwear, needing release just as much as him. You screwed your eyes shut as you began touching yourself, moaning around him loudly as drool and tears ran from your face, staining his pants. 

  Your moans didn’t help at all in him trying not to cum straight away. He threw his head back, cursing under his breath as he moved your head. “Fuck, ‘m goin’ to cum, love.” He groaned, his hips stuttering. “And you’re going to swallow it, aren’t you?” It wasn’t a question more than it was a demand. 

  You nodded as best you could with the limited movement you had. Your own hand picking up its speed as you tried to bring yourself to your own orgasm. 

  His thrusts became sloppy as he pushed your head all the way back down, his warm seed spilling directly down your throat. 

  That made your own legs quiver, cumming into your underwear with a choked moan. Your brain melted away afterwards, even after he pulled you off of him and you started to catch your breath. His hand brushed against your face and you looked up at him through half lidded eyes. 

  He ran his thumb over your cheek, wiping away your tears. “Did so good for me.” His voice was softer now, no longer laced with the frustration it once held. He pulled you back onto his lap, holding you to his chest as you finally came back down to earth. You tucked your head into his shoulder, enjoying the feeling of him holding you. 

  “Maybe I should forget my lunch more often.”

[strangersteddierthings]

"Look, Steve, I don't have any bad feelings towards you," Eddie says, has been saying, talking nonsense, like he and Steve weren't anything more than fuckbuddies, like he isn't breaking Steve's heart. "I used you too, y'know?"

It's then Steve rears back like he been slapped. Or punched. It feels more like a gutting. Joke's on him, he supposes. Once again, he wants more than the other person. He wanted a boyfriend, Eddie'd wanted sex. Why does he keep trying? When Steve finds his voice to speak, it comes out flat and dead and not really like a question at all. "Used me. Like you think I've used you?"

Eddie shrugs, looking for all the world like he's not bothered by that statement. "We had fun, right? So it's all fine in the end."

"Fine," Steve repeats, hollow. They're in his house but Steve feels the need to leave, to run before the reality of how unlovable he truly is sticks inside him forever.

"But I think we should stop while we're ahead," Eddie continues and Steve wonders if Eddie is listening to him at all, or just saying his piece before he goes. Can he not hear Steve's heart breaking? "I want to... I want to find someone to love."

If Eddie's previous words felt like being gutted, these ones feel like cement. Heavy and solidifying. Trapping in the truth of Ever Unlovable Steve. He doesn't even feel heartbroken anymore. Just numb. Dead inside. He should say something encouraging. Let Eddie know that all he's wanted was for Eddie to be happy and loved. But words seem impossible, so he gives one jerky nod of his head. An understanding.

"Right," Eddie says, returning the nod before turning away, towards the door, "I'll just go now. Umm, see ya later, Harrington."

Facing the horrors of the Upside Down should feel like the scariest thing he's ever done but it doesn't. Watching Eddie walk away does. Steve should be able to hold it together long enough for Eddie to leave. He's the tough one. He can hold himself together no problem-

"Why can't you love me?"

Eddie whips back around, an expression on his face like confusion and anger mixed.

It's only then that Steve realizes he spoke. He hasn't meant to. He was going to let Eddie walk away but now his voice has been freed from the cement. His heart has shut down his brain it seems because he just keeps talking, voice flat and hollow, "why can't you love me the way I love you? What is so broken and wrong within me that no one loves me back? My parents, Nancy, now you. Why can't- I thought that we were- where did I go wrong?"

"What?" Eddie asks, and the anger is gone from his face but now he just looks horrified. Which is understandable. It's horrifying to be loved by Steve Harrington. "What did you think we were?"

Boyfriends. Together. Going steady. At the very least, dating without labels. But none of those very reasonable, normal answers come out of Steve's treacherous mouth. Because Steve can't seem to be a reasonable, normal person. He's got to be too much, too soon, too clingy. So, instead, he says, "In love."

Eddie looks like he's just received the worst news of his life. In fact, he looks a little sick. "Oh fuck. Jesus Christ. I can't- I thought- Fuck!"

Steve just nods along. He hadn't actually said I love you to Nancy that night at Tina's Halloween party, but he imagines if he had, the beginning of the bullshit conversation would have sounded much the same as Eddie does now; like anger and regret, the starts and stops. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have- if you want to go, you should go."

Eddie crosses the room back to Steve in half the steps he took when he first walked away, hands reaching to grab Steve's face between them. He speaks quickly and sounds panicked now. "No, no no no. I fucked up, misunderstood. I don't know how I got it so wrong. I don't want to go. I never did."

"What?"

"I am in love with you, sweetheart. I just- I didn't know you loved me back. I thought you didn't- that we weren't..."

"I thought we were boyfriends."

"Jesus, please let me fix this. Let me stay and make it up to you. I'll be the best fucking boyfriend you've ever had."

Steve thinks if he had any shred of self-worth he might step back, make Eddie explain himself, but as it is, he steps into Eddie's space and kisses him, hands pulling him as close as he can get. He doesn't want to think about the cruel things Eddie's said, about using each other. Maybe one day they'll have to hash that out, have that conversation, but Eddie says he loves him too, and that's all Steve's wanted.

[bradshawsvinyl]

Begin Again

Part two.

As a first grade teacher, you couldn’t help but fall for your sweet student and her very attractive Navy fighter pilot father.

based off an ask! (screenshot at the bottom.)

You woke up on September 6th joyful and excited. It was your first day as a first grade teacher in San Diego. You had wanted to be an elementary school teacher for as long as you could remember and after six years of schooling, you were finally ready.

Your first day teaching went well. You and your students played games and got to know each other. By three thirty all of your students were picked up except one.

Tara Bradshaw was a little girl with brown curly hair and big brown eyes. No one had come to pick her up yet so you decided to stay behind with her for a while and try to get in contact with her parents.

“Hey Tara,” you said while kneeling down to her level in the pick up area. “Let’s go back inside okay? I’ll call your parents and remind them to come get you.”

“Okay.” Tara replied hesitantly while grabbing your hand. “Can you call my daddy?”

“Of course I can, sweetheart.” You replied “Let’s go.”

The walk back to your classroom was short. While Tara made herself comfortable at her desk, you picked up her file and phoned the number.

“Hello,” A deep voice answered after the third ring.

“Hi. I’m Tara’s first grade teacher at school and I was just calling to ask if there was someone available to pick her up? School ended at three o'clock and she’s still here with me.” You said politely.

“Shit,” The deep voice replied. “I’m so sorry. I’m at work right now. I completely forgot. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

“No worries,” you replied kindly. “Bye.” You said quickly before hanging up.

Bradley hung up his phone and quickly made his way to the school. He couldn’t believe he had forgotten to pick up Tara. He felt like the worst father in the world.

Tara’s mom left Bradley when Tara was only two years old and he hasn’t heard from her since. Being a single father was hard for him. He was the only one in charge of taking Tara to school, bringing her home, feeding her and more.

Bradley got to the school within ten minutes and quickly made his way inside. After visiting the main office, he found your classroom. He knocked on the door. “Thank you so much for staying with her. I can’t believe I forgot.” He said as Tara started running towards him.

“It happens,” you replied sweetly. “No worries I promise!”

Bradley knelt down to Tara and said, “I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

Tara hugged him and said, “It’s ok daddy.”

You watched the heartwarming scene. Feeling a sense of fulfillment that you had seemingly helped a stressed out Bradley. As Bradley stood to leave with Tara, he glanced at you and couldn’t help but notice your warm eyes and polite smile.

“You know,” he said sheepishly, “Tara’s lucky to have such a caring and uh…cute teacher like you.”

You chuckled softly, feeling flustered. “Thank you Bradley. I’m just happy I got to spend some extra time with Tara today.”

“Yeah well thanks,” He replied “Tara say bye to your teacher.”

“Bye bye!” She said as Bradley gathered Tara’s belongings and smiled at you, leaving a bright blush and flutter in your stomach.

“Jesus Christ Bradshaw,” Bradley said as he buckled Tara into her car seat. “Get it together.”

Bradley couldn’t believe he had been stupid enough to call you cute. You were his daughter's teacher and here he was hitting on you. He couldn’t believe what he had done.

As Tara napped on the short drive to their house. Bradley called his best friend, Phoenix.

“I’m so stupid,” he said into the phone as soon as she picked up.

“No hi Bradshaw?” She replied, the hint of a smile in her voice. “What did you do this time?”

“I picked Tara up from school late and then I called her teacher cute.” He said, sounding slightly frustrated with himself.

On the other side of the phone, Phoenix burst out laughing. “Oh my god Rooster.” She said, still laughing. “Well was she pretty.”

“Of course she was pretty, Nat. She might be the most beautiful woman I've seen in a long time” Bradley said as he recalled your sweet face. “Look, I just got home and I have to bring Tara inside. I’ll call you later.”

“If she really is that cute, don't worry about it, Rooster.” Phoenix said before hanging up.

To Bradley’s surprise, Tara was awake in the backseat. As they both went inside their home, Bradley couldn’t help but worry about how he was going to face you tomorrow. Embarrassed couldn't even describe how he felt.

The next school day went by quickly. You again woke up early and made the drive to work. Your students seemed excited about the lessons today, and you felt proud that you were able to get them to like you. You were trying to distract yourself from the voice in your head that was seemingly screaming BRADLEY CALLED YOU HOT.

Bradley Bradshaw was attractive. You couldn’t deny that. He had loose, curly brown hair and big puppy dog eyes. But it was probably wildly inappropriate to have a crush on your student's father. For all you knew, Bradley was married.

But you hadn’t seen a ring. And for some reason, that excited you.

At dismissal today, Tara was the last student to get picked up. But at least Bradley wasn’t extremely late today.

When Tara caught sight of her dad, she began jumping up and down. Once her father was in earshot, she turned to you and proudly said, “My daddy thinks you’re pretty!”

Here’s the ask!

I’ll make a part two if people are interested!

[starboye]

pairing: joe burrow x male reader

request: Joe Burrow x male reader. Joe fucks a young janitor (the reader) in the gym showers after a long day of working out/practice. (Pls include kissing and ass slapping/grabbing)

warnings: smut, cream pie, unprotected sex, shower sex, slight daddy kink, ass slapping

after a long day of running drills for the coach in the scorching hot sun joe was happy to finally be able to relax in the shower but my god was he pent up like a mother fucker, not being able to get off in the past couple of days because of the constant practices he had to be at but he was hoping he'd be able to rub one out while showering.

and you, the janitor at this fine football establishment were just supposed to clean out the showers and leave, not wanting to be in the smelly room any longer than you had to be, but while cleaning up you hear the showers turn on "no one's supposed to be here, it's past closing" you muttered walking to the source of the sound.

you turned to the showers and saw a naked joe washing himself "jesus christ" you jump back making joe also jump and whip around to see you standing there with your eyes cover "oh my god sorry i was just trying to see who was here y'know since we closed a while ago" you explain avoiding eye contact with the man "no it's my fault i stayed after hours to practice some more" joe says covering his dick.

you peek through your hand and see that it's safe to look so you put your hand down to you crotch to cover the growing boner "uh yeah uhm just make sure to clean it up and you can go" you say turning to walk away but joes voice calls you back "wait would you mind helping me with something" joe asks and you turn back to look at him.

he uncovers his hands to show a prominent hard on "i haven't gotten off in a while and i need some help" joe shyly admits making you get a boner quickly and he takes notice to it and stretches his hand out to massage your growing dick "y-yeah sure i could help" you say taking off your clothes without even thinking.

joe slowly strokes himself to the image in front of him till your fully unclothed, naked for him, he wraps his hands around your waist and pulls you into a kiss "can i fuck you" joe asks in between the kiss "please do" you shallowly say making joe push you onto the wall.

you arch your back in to poke your ass onto his dick, the water falling onto both of you as joe lays kisses onto your neck lightly "ok 1 2 ... 3" joe counts down before sliding into you, making you moan out loudly and you were so glad no one else was in the gym.

he slowly thrusted back and forth in your hole making you feel so good "can i go faster, i'm so close" joe asks, his breath fanning across your neck as the heat of the showers makes you hotter internally, joe now thrusting into you quicker and harder than before.

you hear a loud smack from joe as he smacks your ass and holds them in his hands, massaging them and admiring how you're swallowing him up "fuck you feel so good" joe groans throwing his head back "you don't feel so bad yourself" you chuckle but that quickly gets turned into moans as you cum, you had to admit it has been a while since you got layed and this was getting pretty good.

"i want your load so bad" you whimper squeezing around the man, silently and loudly begging for him to fill you up with his arousal "you want me to fill your hole up with my cum" joe asks with a smirk "mhm please daddy" you whine and joe pulls you into one more kiss before he throws his head back.

you could fell his thick ropes of cum spilling into you as your groans and moans were covered by the loud shower, you both stand there for some time catching your breath before he pulls out of you, some of his load falling out but you wipe it from your leg and lick it off your fingers making joes cock twitch "thanks for the help" joe smiles "you're welcome and i hope to do it again sometimes" you flash a quick smile and kiss his cheek.

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©starboye productions

[hazbinshusk]

husk x afab/fem!reader. inspired by this conversation with the lovely @irkimatsu and an ask from @marcieadoresu. husk finds you laying on his bed and wearing his boxers. and so ensues 1.3k words of a scent-obsessed dirty old man ❤

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Husk sighs heavily as he finally reaches the door to his room in the hotel, tucked away at the far end of an out of the way hall on the second floor. He runs a hand over his face, but a ghost of a smile overtakes his exhaustion as he notices the soft glow emanating from beneath the door. He opens it quietly, that soft smile staying in place as he removes his hat and enters the room.

“I’m sorry I’m so late, doll, new residents got no sense of—” he stops, his ears flicking forward in interest. “What’re you wearin’?”

You’re sprawled out in the middle of his bed, laying on your stomach with a book open in front of you. The welcoming smile on your face morphs into something more sheepish as he takes in the sight of you dressed in a tank top and a pair of his boxers. You shrug a shoulder, closing the book. “Sorry; all my pajamas are in the wash, and I… you’ve got plenty of these, so I didn’t think… you don’t mind, do you?”

Husk shakes his head slowly, untying his bowtie and pulling it off of his neck. He drops it on top of the bureau as he passes, his eyes never leaving your body as he rounds to stand behind you. There’s something almost predatory in the way he walks even while that curiosity and surprise still register on his features, and the first tendrils of excitement curl inside you.

“Husk?”

“They look good on you,” he tells you, and you squeak in surprise as you feel him take hold of your hips and tug you back towards the edge of the bed. You feel him run his claws over the silky fabric, the diamonds and hearts patterned across your backside. He leans down as he pulls you up onto your knees, and you tense as you feel him, hear him take a long, savoring inhale, his nose pressed right below the waistband. “Fuck…”

Your fingers curl in the sheets beneath you, your face flushing crimson as Husk breathes in and relishes the way your scent has mingled with his, the lingering musk of his own body mixing with the warmer, headier scent of yours… it’s intoxicating, addictive, and Husk can feel himself harden as his hands smooth up and down your thighs.

“Husk, baby, are you—OH—!” your head falls forward, eyes widening in surprise as Husk suddenly buries his face between your thighs, running his tongue over the fabric covering your cunt. Even with the silk in the way the texture of his tongue is torture against your clit, and you squeeze your eyes closed, your breathing suddenly heavy. Husk groans deeply as he steadily soaks the shorts with his saliva and your arousal, claws flexing on your thighs as he continues lapping at your clothed sex with fervor. When he begins to purr, your eyes roll back. “Jesus Christ, Husk…”

Usually, this kind of reaction from you would earn a self-satisfied chuckle from him but he just moans quietly, forcing your legs further apart as he presses his face as close as possible to your scent, to your taste. The position he has you in has drawn the silk tight across your ass, and you feel the fabric tear as Husk clutches at your ass, splitting down the seam.

Husk barely registers the tear other than to move his attention higher with an almost feverish growl, and you jerk forward as his tongue meets your asshole.

“No, no, no, no, baby…” he mutters against your skin, tugging you back against his mouth by wrapping his arms around your thighs. One hand reaches around to your cunt, one claw expertly tearing the shorts open further for better access to your clit. “Don’t go…”

“Goddamn it, Husk,” you reply and this time he does chuckle, drunk on the taste of you, on the scent. And as far as he’s concerned it’s better than any of the booze he’s ever forced down his throat. You shudder under his ministrations, bracing yourself on your elbows, one hand clutching at your hair as you exhale a moan.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” he rumbles, dipping back down to taste your clit once more before pulling away, replacing his tongue with his hand. You grind your hips down against his palm as you hear the sound of his pants being unfastened, and your eyes widen as you feel him slowly press the head of his cock into your pussy. “Just gorgeous…”

“Fuck…”

The two of you moan the word in a whispered tandem as Husk slides his cock slowly into you, his hands once more on your hips. He rocks you back into him as he thrusts forward in a gentle rhythm, savoring the way every inch of him feels as it glides into the warm wetness of you, of the brief tickle of torn silk against his shaft as he slides himself in and out of you.

You arch your back as Husk angles his hips and you keen as the head of his cock brushes against that spot inside you that brings stars into your vision. His claws slip under your tank top and they make you shiver, and when you cum you feel him press lips against your spine, his breath fanning over your back.

“Don’t stop, darlin’,” he says roughly, groaning deeply as you push yourself back to meet his hips, fucking yourself onto his cock steadily. He curses, purrs and murmurs your name with what you could swear is reverence. You can tell from the way his hips move to meet yours more sharply that he’s closer, teetering on the precipice of release. “Fuck, you’re a good girl…”

“Thank you, baby,” you breathe and Husk’s moan catches in his throat. His claws dig into your hip, your thigh.

“Say it again.” he orders gruffly and in your haze it takes you a moment to register what he wants from you. What he needs. “Say it, doll.”

“Thank you,” you whimper, grinding back against his cock just as he thrusts particularly deep into you. He chokes on a groan, letting out a drawn out, heavy breath that rolls through him and makes you quiver. “Thank you, Husk.”

“Again.” he urges, and you’re both so close your bodies are quaking against each other, yours threatening to collapse on the bed. “Again, baby, please…”

You smile dazedly, fingers tightening white-knuckled on the sheets. “Thank you for— fuck— fucking me so good, Husk…”

Your partner moans your name as he cums, bottomed out inside you. You do collapse now, your face meeting the sheets as Husk folds himself over you with a sigh, chuckling drunkenly against your back as he feels you clench around him. You cum in shuddering, overwhelming waves, trapped by his body on top of yours and the hand he snakes around you to torture your clit.

He doesn’t stop until you beg for it, withdrawing from your dripping pussy and rolling off of you. His back meets the mattress and he huffs out a breathless, delirious laugh, smoothing his hand over your back until his claws are lingering on the waistband of the now-ruined boxers. He leans over to capture your mouth in a kiss and you hum happily into it. The purr rumbling through him has softened but still fills you with a light-headed warmth.

“I think…” you murmur against his lips with a smile. “You’ve ruined your boxers.”

Husk chuckles again, letting his head fall back against the sheets. “I’ve got more. And for the record, darlin’, you can borrow them any damn time you want.”

[fastbrother]

Detention (E, 1k words)

Harry spends his eighth year recontextualising his relationship with Draco Malfoy.

Tags: Only One Broom, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Fluff and Smut, Praise Kink, Top!Harry Potter

Author's note: Drarry one-shot I wrote for @kk1smet's birthday. Thank you for creating such wonderful art for this fandom, and for letting me use it here! K's original art post can be found here, and you can see more of her art at the bottom of this post!

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They’ve been fighting since—well, since forever. But also since noon. The sky is dark now, and Harry has run out of patience. He turns on his heel, leaving Malfoy to scream into the void.

“Just where do you think you’re going?” 

“I’m going back to the castle. We’ll come back tomorrow.”

“Out of the question. I’m not spending another day—”

Harry can’t think of many things crueller than the detention McGonagall came up with for them. Another day stuck in the forest with Malfoy and he might just crack. But he’s already cracked, hasn’t he? He’s cracked about a thousand times today. 

“Suit yourself. If you can find unicorn hair in the dark, then by all means, go and find it. I’m going back.” 

And with that, Harry mounts his broom.

“Don’t you dare leave me here alone.”

“Then hop on.”

There’s a break, a little silence.  

“Fine. We’ll go back. But I’m flying.”

“Whatever,” Harry says, too tired for another fight. He dismounts, and offers the broom to Malfoy. 

The sound of crushed leaves fills the air as Malfoy comes closer, then grabs the broom in one swift motion. 

They get on.

Why did Harry think it was a good idea to only bring one broom? He’s uncomfortable, seated much too low, and has nowhere to put his hands. He hates not being in control of it, too. Malfoy flies with too much grace, a sin he didn’t know existed until that very moment. 

Time passes slowly.

Harry’s just got used to the precarious balance when a Thestral whizzes by.

“Ah,” Harry says, against his will, and wraps his hands around Malfoy’s waist. At the same time—or was it earlier?!—Malfoy’s hand lands on Harry’s calf, making Harry swallow the sorry he was about to blurt out. 

Surely, Malfoy will say sorry himself. Or remove his hand. 

He doesn’t. 

So Harry doesn’t remove his hands either. 

They land, and Malfoy’s hand lingers for a second too long.

They’re silent on the way to the castle. It’s bizarre, because the two of them are never silent. They bicker in class, when they’re forced to sit together for “the optics.” They bicker in the corridors, when they bump into each other. They bickered all day today. And now they’re silent, too silent, and the ghost of Malfoy’s touch buns a hole through Harry’s jeans.

Their footsteps echo against the stone walls. And then they stop. They’ve reached the staircase where their paths diverge. Harry has to go up the stairs, while Malfoy carries on.

They look at each other, neither of them moving. Then, at the same time, they act. Malfoy clears his throat. Harry walks towards a broom closet. 

Malfoy follows him in. It’s dark, much too dark to see, but he hears Malfoy dropping to his knees. He lets out a sound when he feels Malfoy’s hands parting his robes. The sounds intensify when Malfoy takes his cock out, and puts his mouth on it. It’s all so unexpected, so wonderfully wet and generous, Harry feels around until he touches Malfoy’s head. He’s really there. 

Fucking Draco Malfoy. Is on his knees. Sucking him off. 

Harry finishes in his mouth, and only afterwards realises he’s been panting. 

* * *

Harry corners Malfoy after Charms. Since last night, he’s had time to think. Truly, he’s had so much time to consider everything that’s ever happened between them, all the nuances of their relationship, all the ways in which they came together. And with all that knowledge safely stored in his brain, Harry locks the door.

Malfoy sinks to his knees. The light spills through the arched windows, and Harry can look into his eyes as he takes Harry in. 

“Jesus Christ,” Harry says, watching Malfoy’s lips strain against his cock. “I want to fuck you.”

Malfoy is a good little boy, because he releases his cock, stands up and bends over Flitwick’s desk. Harry lifts up his robe. 

“You’ve finally shut up,” Harry says, inserting one finger into Malfoy’s hole, pulling a moan out of him. “I love that.”

Harry doesn’t really know what he’s doing, but figures out enough. When he’s close, he pushes Malfoy back on his knees and comes all over his face.

Malfoy licks it off his lips. He’s finished in his pants.

* * *

Harry fucks Malfoy everywhere he can. He fucks him in deserted classrooms. In broom closets. The prefects’ bathroom. He fucks him so much and so often, they’ve both fallen behind on schoolwork. When they get detention for it, Harry fucks Malfoy on the forest bed. 

* * *

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Harry says, looking down at Malfoy. It’s the Christmas hols, and all of Malfoy’s roommates are away. It’s the first time they fuck in a bed.

“You’re beautiful,” Malfoy says, and drags Harry into a kiss. 

* * *

“You’re insatiable,” Draco says when Harry falls into step with him after breakfast. “We have Potions in five minutes.”

“Five minutes is plenty of time.”

Draco rolls his eyes, but lets Harry drag him into a broom closet. 

They waste most of the five minutes kissing, and then another five undressing. By the time Harry comes all over Draco’s chest, the bell ringing is a distant memory. 

“If we get detention again, I’ll kill you,” Draco says while he picks up his robes from the floor. 

“Don’t worry,” Harry says, cleaning them off both. “You go first.”

Harry waits two minutes before going into the classroom. 

“Professor, sorry I’m—”

His gaze falls on Draco, sporting a red tie and looking at Harry in horror. Just like everybody else.

Harry looks down at his own green tie. 

“—late,” he concludes, amidst rising bouts of laughter.

“Shh,” Slughorn says, trying and failing at suppressing a grin. “Ah, nothing like young love, is there? But also, detention to the two lovebirds.”

Harry shrugs at the Gryffindors’ shocked faces, then sits down next to Draco. 

“Sorry,” he whispers, a hand on Draco’s knee under the table.

“I’ll never forgive you,” Draco says solemnly. 

That night, they fuck—and sleep—in Harry’s bed.

Super adorable chibi art of them fondling each other on the broom © @kk1smet! 💖

[themultifandomgal]

Isaiah Jesus- We’re Getting Married

When I told my brothers that Isaiah and I were getting married, they were not happy. I am the youngest Shelby, as Arthur puts it 'our baby sister'. Thankfully though my brothers came around and now here I stand smoothing down my dress as Esme places my vail in my hair

"You look beautiful YN" Lizzie gushes

"Thank you, but so do you both" I look at Esme and Lizzie through the mirror in front of me

"Ready?"

"Yeah" I smile turning around to Lizzie

"I'll go let Arthur know" she says leaving the room. A few minutes later Arthur knocks the door with his hand over his eyes

"We're all decent you can come in" I tell him. He takes his hand away and I can already see the tears in his eyes "don't cry because you'll make me cry"

"I'm sorry. It's just... my baby sister is getting married"

"Ok no smudging the makeup" Esme says stopping both me and Arthur from crying

"I think Isaiah is waiting" Lizzie places her hands on her hips

"Your right. Come on" Arthur holds his arm out for me to take.

As I wait for the doors to open to reveal Isaiah I start fidgeting

"Don't be nervous"

"I'm not. I'm excited. I love him Arthur"

"I know you do" finally the doors open and in walk Lizzie and Tom, then Esme and John. Then in walk my bridesmaids and finally Arthur walks me to Isaiah who's stood at the end of the aisle looks so freaking good. I notice he's got a tear running down his smiling face which cause me to cry a little. Arthur gives Isaiah my hand then kisses my cheek before taking his seat next to the rest of my family

"Welcome" the priest starts "today we are here to witness the marriage and bond between YN and Isaiah. Are you prepared, as you follow the path of marriage, to love and honor each other for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do"

"I do" we both respond

"Before we start. Is there anyone here who has reason that these two should not marry?" Thankfully neither Isaiah or I have to be nervous about anyone standing up "since it is your intention to enter the covenant of Holy Matrimony, join your right hands, and declare your consent before God and his Church" Isaiah and I hold hands

"I, take you , to be my wife. I promise to be faithful to you, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love you and to honor you all the days of my life" Isaiah says looking into my eyes. I repeat what he says

"May the Lord in his kindness strengthen the consent you have declared before the Church and graciously bring to fulfillment his blessings within you. What God has joined, let no one put asunder. May the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, the God of Jacob, the God who joined together our first parents in paradise, strength and bless in Christ the consent you have declared before the Church, so that what God joins together, no one may put asunder. receive this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity. In the name of the father, and the son, and the Holy Spirit. Who has the rings?" The priest asks. Charlie steps forward with both of our rings. Isaiah then takes my left hand

"Receive this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity. In the name of the father, and the son, and the Holy Spirit" he then places the ring on my finger. I repeat

"Now let us humbly invoke God's blessing upon this bride and groom, that in his kindness he may favor with his help those on whom he has bestowed the Sacrament of Matrimony. In the sight of God and these witnesses, I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may now kiss" the room is filled with applause while Isaiah and I share a kiss.

It's now the after party at the Garrison and I've changed into something a little more comfortable so I can dance in. Isaiah and I had our first dance then Arthur clears his throat

"Can I have everyone's attention" I take Isaias hand in mine "I'd like to raise a toast to my sister and now brother in-law. Now when you first starting courting I wasn't happy" this makes us all laugh "in all seriousness though, I saw the way YN looked at you and the way you looked at her. It's a love that can't be ignored. I can't wait to see where life takes you both, but no babies yet I'm still not recovered from this wedding" again this makes everyone laugh "to YN and Isaiah"

"To YN and Isaiah" everyone shouts before we all take a sip of the champagne. I turn to my now husband and look up at him

"I love you"

"I love you too" he leans down and kisses my lips.

[midsummer-semantics]

wiggly wednesday 🪱

Okay sure, this sounds fun. I was tagged by @medusapelagia to share a brainworm/headcanon, and I've been trying to get one to develop more fully so here we go.

Today, I'm thinking about...

Steve and Eddie going through some of Eddie's old things as they pack up to move into their own place. Nancy and Robin are there to help even though that mostly consists of Robin picking through already-packed boxes because she keeps getting distracted by all of the things she finds.

Steve finds what looks to be a really old photo album, the sticky pages holding the photos down yellow with age.

"Oh, shit," Eddie says, taking it from him to flip through. "I haven't seen this in ages. I was sure it was lost when all the shit went down."

"Oh my god, please tell me there's embarrassing baby pictures of you in there," Robin grins, trying to snatch it away.

Eddie holds it out of reach, nearly throwing it as Robin tries to tackle him for it.

"Jesus Christ! I'll show you, just keep your insane paws to yourself!" Eddie gripes.

Steve scoots in closer while Robin and Nancy crowd in on his other side, all wanting a closer look.

There's not many pictures in it and most are grainy and out of focus, black and white and hard to distinguish. But there's a few of a baby with an unmistakeable crop of riotous curls.

"Holy shit, you were so cute," Steve coos, running a finger along the 2D cheek of one photo.

"Excuse you, Harrington, but I'm still cute," Eddie snarks, flipping to the next page.

There's one photo of a young man holding baby Eddie, dark curls so similar to his own atop his head. The photo looks to have been torn down the middle, the right side pressed right against baby Eddie's back, like whoever was on the other side was better left out of the picture long term.

"Huh," Steve hums. "It never occurred to me that I had no idea what your dad looks like."

"And for good reason, babe," Eddie says, fighting not to rip the photo out and burn it. "Thankfully all I got from him was his hair and penchant for hot wiring. Everything else I got from my mom I guess."

"You guess?" Nancy asks.

Eddie nods. "She died when I was a baby and the old man kind of went off the rails after. I suspect this—" he runs a finger along the jagged edge of the photo in the book, "is his handy work."

"That's a shame," Steve says softly. He lifts the plastic covering the photo and peels it off the sticky backing, holding it up to his face to get a closer look — his eye sight is pretty back after so many concussions after all.

"Ya know, if his hair was a little longer, like mullet style, he'd almost look like a dark-haired Billy Hargrove," Steve points out.

Robin snatches the photo out of his hand, holding it out stretched like she can see it better that way instead. "Oh, shit. You're right. That's so weird."

Eddie snatches it back, top lip curled in disgust. "I don't want to speak ill of the dead, but how fucking dare you in any way compare my gorgeous existence to that guy."

Steve snickers and presses a kiss to Eddie's cheek. "I'm sorry, babe. You're right."

The photo gets tucked back into its place and they keep flipping through the book. There's more of Eddie as an infant, a few more of his dad, even a couple of a young Wayne in his military uniform holding a toddler Eddie by his arms as he jumps up, legs gangly and wild. Any photo that might have contained Eddie's mom is ripped, none of them cleanly, and there's only the occasional hand or blur of dark hair. Even still, it does stop happening once Eddie's about six months old.

"Wow. So you really don't know what your mom looks like?" Nancy asks finally as they're setting the photo album in a box.

"Oh no I do," Eddie says. "I have one singular picture of her from right after I was born. Wayne saved it for me."

"Oooooo can we see?" Robin pipes in. Eddie shrugs, getting up to dig through a shoebox that Steve's seen before but somehow managed to avoid snooping through — not that he didn't think about it all the time for the last year they've been together.

He comes back with a photo, plopping back into his spot while his friends and boyfriend crowd around him once more.

It's dead silent for several minutes, all of them staring at the picture. Eddie always figured his uncle was on to something when he said Eddie looked more like his mom, but now that he's about her age when this photo was taken, he thinks he can really see it.

On his left, Steve is trying to process exactly what he's looking at. Sure, the woman in the photo looks like she has the same dark hair that Eddie does, though it's a lot less curly, but aside from the hair and the tired look on her face, she could be a dead ringer for —

"Either Mrs. Wheeler has a doppleganger, or a secret twin we don't know about," he says.

He glances at Robin for a second before looking at Eddie and Nancy. They're heads are bowed over the photo, wearing matching expressions of wide-eyed shock.

Wait.

Matching.

Oh shit.

"Eddie," Robin says carefully. "What's your mom's name?"

His jaw opens and closes a few times before he croaks out, "Elizabeth, but Wayne said she only ever went by—"

"Her middle name?" Nancy asks, the fear of knowing the answer obvious in the wobble of her voice.

Eddie flips the photo over to look at the names and date written on the back. He's looked at it a million times, tracing her loopy handwriting so much over the years that it's slightly smudged, but still legible.

Karen Elizabeth Harvey + Edward Wayne Munson, November 1965

"Oh shit."

——————————————

no-pressure tags if anyone also wants to share a brainworm: @tedewitt @hornedqueenofhell @malikat24601 @spectrum-spectre

[idolatrybarbie]

pairing: santa!francisco "frankie" morales x fem!reader

word count & rating: 886 words | explicit jesus christ

summary: you're joking, right?

tags: santa kink???, cockwarming, cum, like so much cum, unprotected vaginal sex, unethical use of a mall Santa Village, semi-public sex, dirty talk and pet names, mentions of free use.

notes: hiatus more like LIEatus. what am i supposed to say here. this is unedited, straight off the dome. blame the gin twins @atinylittlepain @wannab-urs. sorry?

You can’t tell how long you’ve been sat here. The sprawling hall is dim with light, security fluorescents shining from the glossy, guarded windows of each storefront. Without all this festive set dressing, the mall at night would be purely creepy. With Santa’s Village set up amid all the sleek chaos, though, it’s cheerfully welcome. And here you are, taking full advantage of the generous invite.

Sat on Santa’s lap, you shuffle your hips the slightest bit, trying to relieve the tingles that run up and down your calf. Frankie—err, Saint Nick slaps your ass with a solid gloved hand.

“Sit still,” he tells you.

“Sorry, Mr. Claus.”

You stutter on a sigh as you feel him twitch inside you. The last thing you expected was to be spending Christmas Eve speared on Santa’s cock, keeping him warm as a nasty blizzard blows wildly outside.

“Have you been a good girl for me this year?” he asks, voice gruff.

“Yes, I promise,” you keen.

Facing away from him, you can feel the tickle of his magically fluffy white beard against the nape of your neck. The only thing keeping you sane is the thought of that same plush softly running along the skin of your inner thighs. Imaging Santa’s tongue in your cunt has you clenching around him, earning you a groan.

“You seem pretty naughty to me,” Santa says.

“Please, Mr. Claus. Santa, I need it.”

Without warning, he punches his hips up. The tip of his jolly cock reaches the very ends of your cunt in a pinch of painful pleasure.

“You’ll take what I give you, when I give it to you,” he says. “Keeping me nice and warm right here, honey. Be a good girl for me and you’ll get a nice present this year. Promise.”

“Santa, please. I’ll be such a good girl next year, I promise.”

“Yeah? How am I gonna hold you to it, little girl?” Santa asks. “Maybe I’ll keep you with the rest of my elves. They all work real hard, you know. Maybe I could put you to work.” He starts to move his hips, thrusts lazy into your wet heat as he continues to ramble. “Yeah, think I’ll do just that. While the rest of ‘em make toys for all the good girls and boys, you can stay right here with me. You can be my toy, honey.”

“Fuck,” you whisper.

“A bad word? That wasn’t very nice.”

Santa picks up speed, cock practically sloshing through your sopping cunt like driven-through snow.

“I think you’ll like it up North. Christ knows you’ll be getting enough pole,” Santa continues. He grips the skin of your neck in his hand with his thick fingers, holding you up like a disobedient kitten. “That’ll teach you how to be a good little girl. Hard work, all day every day. Usually Mrs. Claus does the baking, but I’ve got a special icing for this little cookie.”

The thought of being fucked, purely used at any time of day for 365 days of the year has the soft embers in your belly growing to scorching flames. He lets go of your neck, bringing that hand to the column of your throat while his other hand skates down the naked plains of your chest. His fabric-covered hand slides between your breasts and past your diaphragm, pressing down at the soft spot between your stomach and pelvis.

Each upwards stroke has you almost gagging, tongue lolling out of your mouth as you surrender any intelligent thought or movement. You can feel yourself dripping down around him, pooling between your thighs to the dark, sticky velvet of his disheveled pants.

“Look at you, little girl. My sweet doll. All plug n’ play, aren’t you? You like being my hard little worker?” Santa asks, lips brushing against your ear. “Want me to fill you up?”

“Please, please, please,” you chant in time with each of his thrusts.

“It’s pretty chilly in here. Can’t wait to watch it drip out of you. Think it’d make an icicle for me?”

“Ah, oh god,” you cry.

“I’ll let it drip over you, right back into that pretty pussy. How’s that sound?”

You’re past the point of talking. Santa uses your body for his pleasure, legs spread out in front of you like the wings of a turtledove. The constant smack smack smack of wet thighs and pussy almost creates a caroling tune; something for your mind to grasp onto as he fucks you stupid.

“I’ll have to make sure my girl doesn’t get too greedy. Can’t have you hogging all the toys next Christmas. Can’t have you too naughty,” Santa says. Then, “Ho—oh, it’s coming, honey. You ready for your Christmas gift from Santa?”

You bob your head in a nod, biting your lip as he gets his last few thrusts in. Your cunt sucks him in hungrily, squeezing with your own orgasm as you simultaneously milk Santa of his wintry blast. Somewhere in your haze of pleasure, you hear the faint jingle of Christmas bells. Finally, you’re sat still in his lap again. His snowy spend leaks out of you slowly, soiling the crotch of his pants further.

“D’you like what you got this year, little girl?” Santa asks.

“Yeah,” you say, breathless. “Can’t wait for next year.”

[missmielyhoran]

dad's best friend!! Sorry it wasn't supposed to be so confusing 😭😭😭😭

It wasn't! I'm just an indecisive person in general😭. Thanks for requesting♡

First of all can we talk about this suit? Why haven't I seen this? He looks so fucking good😩

(dbf!harry or gangleader!harry and plussize!reader)

Harry- 40, Y/N- 22

[Warning- Smut, mentions of Mafia and gangs, 18 years age gap, dad's best friend, mirror sex, teasing, choking, fingering, edging, orgasm denials, fluff in the end and angst if you squint enough to close your eyes]

You knew teasing Harry was like poking sleeping bear with stick but you couldn't help it.

It was one of the monthly dinner party hosted by your parents. All of your dad's colleagues and friends were at his house dressed to nine. The hall was filled with people in designer suits and dresses.

It was a colour theme party so most of them were in shades of red and black. You were in a short dark coloured off shoulder dress with statement sleeves matching with the long dark red satin dress of your mom and the red shirt of your dad.

Harry hugged his best friend, your dad first thing when he arrived then your mom and then he stood in front of you. He was wearing a dark red suit which fitted him nicely and you already thought of taking pics together later.

"Hello Mr. Styles" You said teasingly being the minx you were. He laughed and hugged you, your face tucked into his chest while his hands subtly slid down to pull you closer to him discreetly so, no one can see.

"Hello princess" He greeted back and pulled from hug. His signature smirk adorning his lips and you were surely red in face, flustered by his deep voice.

"Styles c'mon lets get some drinks" Your dad called Harry. He gave him a nod and shot you a subtle look.

Your parents didn't knew, no one did about you and Harry cause you couldn't even think of what would happen if they got to know that their only daughter was in a relationship with their good friend.

Harry and you met at golf club. It was one of the rare days you decided to join your dad to his golf game and you praise yourself everyday for doing that cause that's how you met him.

You still remember the yellow polo he was wearing. It snugged around his biceps and broad shoulder, the blue pants showing off his fine ass. You felt guilty for thinking he was hot and feeling yourself being turned on. If he was your dad's friend it meant he was closer to his age. He might have a partner or be married.

So, you subtly brought him up in conversation on your way back home and your dad told everything about him. He was your dad's boss some kind. He never goes into details about who or what he works for and you never asked.

Harry was 39 then much younger than your dad who was in his late 40s and drumrolls please....he was single!

Although for a while it didn't change anything but it made you feel less guilty when you touched yourself thinking about him.

Harry was same on the other hand. He shouldn't have been thinking about one of his main hand and best friend's daughter that way but fuck you were something else. The crop white sleeveless polo tshirt you were wearing that day made your boobs bounce everytime you walked and especially when you hugged him and he felt them rub against his chest. Jesus Christ!

He had to excuse himself so he could run to washroom and collect himself (by that he means wank).

Time went by, you stayed in Harry's mind and he in yours. It was your apartment move in party that you met him again. Your dad bought apartment for you cause you were itching to move out and he couldn't let you live in some small, cheap and filthy apartment. You were always daddy's girl considering you were the only child, he spoiled you a lot.

He invited everyone including Harry. Whole time during party both of you made eyes for each other and when party ended Harry stayed after to "clean up" and he sure did clean up.

At first everything from his side was strictly sexual but you were already falling for him after sleeping for second time. You confessing led to a big argument but it went fine as now, a year later you both have been in relationship for 8 months after hooking up for 4 months.

*****

A hour later you were wine tipsy enough to have your cheeks flushed but also be aware of your surroundings. You were searching for Harry not seen him for quite some time.

You walked out in backyard seeing people mingling together. You politely smiled at some of your dad's coworkers your eyes frantically searching for a mop of curly hair.

When you did find him, he was with Sharon. Her manicured hand on his bicep as she laughed way too loudly on something he said. You rolled your eyes feeling jealous, even a blind person could see she had eyes for Harry. Your dad joked about it a lot to Harry in front of you not his fault, he didn't know his daughter was digging nails in her palm so, she wouldn't cry or get angry.

Harry always told your dad he wasn't interested in her and to Sharon also but to everyone he was single. So, your dad kept teasing him about settling down constantly telling him about possible dates. It made you sad but Harry always comforted you telling he doesn't want anyone but you.

You believed him and trust him with your everything but that doesn't stop you from wanting to pluck those flirty eyes out of Sharon's head any less.

Few people walked past them making them shift from their position. Now, Sharon's back was to you and Harry in front of her. You smiked brewing plan in your head. You walked towards them sipping your wine, Harry eyes found yours and he knew something was going on in your brain. He straightened up seeing you walk towards him.

"Mr. Sty-" You cut yourself off and pretended to trip over the stone in front of you. The wine splashed on Harry's black shirt and some on his pants and you "accidentally" collided with Sharon making her fall into the pool. Harry caught you in his arms even though he knew you were safe, it was like a reflex for him.

Sharon screamed sounded followed by splash of water. You bit your lips trying not to laugh as she came above he surface of water looking like a wet dog.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked for confirmation, your eyes softened looking up at his. You gave him nod and then a cheeky smile.

He shook his head and moved towards Sharon to help her get out but before she could touch him you called the guards and made them help her out.

"I'm soo sorry Ms. Sharon. Are you hurt?" You asked her faking innocence. Harry rolled his eyes internally and wanted to laugh at your jealous antics but refrained himself.

Her hardened eyes snapped at yours but she couldn't say anything cause you were her boss's daughter and one wrong word she would have been fired.

She gave you the best fake smile, "No ma'am it's fine mistakes happen"

"I know next time don't stand beside dangerous places. I'm a bit clumsy you know, who knows where you might end up falling" You pouted and passed her towel brought by one of servants. Her smile faltered and she excused herself.

"You want you clean that up Mr. Styles?" You asked him pointing towards his shirt and pants. You looked up at him with doe eyes batting your eyelashes as if you didn't just pulled a stunt.

"You're a brat you know that?" He whispered darkly, his voice getting deep. You kept your eyes on his, "Your brat though" You pouted making him laugh.

"C'mon princess help me get this stain off" He said walking inside. The music was playing loudly now as dinner was served and people were drunk dancing their asses off. You saw your dad chatting with few men so, he didn't see you. Just as you were to slide inside the guest bathroom with him your mom saw you.

"What happened?" She asked looking in between you two. You panicked thinking she caught you but Harry saved your ass.

"Oh nothing Mrs. Y/L/N, little miss here accidentally spilled wine on my shirt. I told her I could get it off myself but she said she felt guilty." He said waving off and pretending to walk inside the bathroom.

"No no. She will help you. ¡Cuántas veces te he dicho que no bebas tanto!" (how many times I have told you not to drink so much!) she said her spanish accent thinking as she got mad.

"Sorry ma I will help him" You said and you really felt like a child getting scolded. You mom hummed and walked back towards the party.

You quickly pulled Harry inside and locked the door. His back was against the door as you started to kiss him. You were a starved woman not being able to kiss your boyfriend for so long.

Harry smiled at your eagerness, his hands sliding down to your ass groping it, pulling them apart then letting them go. He started walking and pushed your back towards the sink pulling you up and sitting down.

He pulled apart to breathe. Both of your lips red, glistening and swollen, your red lipstick smudged around your lips making his heart skip.

"You look so good baby" Harry cooed at his girlfriend. Your cheeks heated up but you kept the eye contact playing with his curls at the nap of his neck.

"You don't look bad yourself Mr. Styles" You teased giggling. He shook his head at your childishness but that's the thing he loved about you most. You were serious, a strong headed woman but also playful, brat and full of life.

Harry leaned down just inches away from your face, "Is that how we're going today? Mr. Styles?" He asked running his nose along your jaw. You closed your eyes and tilted you head to the side as his breath tickled your skin.

"We don't have much time-" You got cut off by a whimper as he started to leave wet kissed down your neck, "People might get suspicious" You said fully losing control of your body to him.

"Mhm I will be quick" He said as his fingers slid down your silky dress to your lace thong barely covering anything. "You're in for it when I get my hands on you later" he groans moving down to your cleavage biting and sucking on them.

"Harry please" You moaned desperately wanting for him to relieve the pain. He stopped moving his fingers but before you could whine in disapproval you earned a sharp slap to your clit. Even though it was covered his rings were enough to have you doubling over.

"Try again sweetheart" he said resuming the slow assault on your clit. Your head was tucked into his chest and only thing you could do was whimper.

"Please Mr. Styles" You begged making him hum in appreciation. He started rubbing your clit faster the thin fabric getting soaked in your arousal. You let out a loud moan getting closer to your climax. Your noises were getting louder and if anyone to pass by the door would know what's going on.

"Shh sweetheart don't want anyone to know you're in here making a mess do you?" He tsked tilting his head. You shook your head not being able to say anything or comprehend. Even if someone did heard you both you couldn't care.

"But I think you would also love for someone to hear you getting of just by me rubbing my fingers on you" He chuckled, "Such a pathetic baby"

You pouted at his words even though his words were making you more wet.

"Don't pout. How would your dad react when he gets to know you pushed that poor woman in pool cause you were jealous" He taunted his fingers still making tight and slow circle on your clothed clit making your hips buck up from time to time.

"Please! Please! Please!" You whined for more. You were incredibly wet and it was aching, you just wanted your release but it never came.

Harry removed his fingers from your clothes pussy making your eyes snap open. You looked up at him frustated and confused while he just smirked.

"You think I would let you cum after you've been a brat" He asked bringing his hands near your shoulders. In one go he flips you around, your back to his chest and his hands over your stomach keeping you against him firmly.

"What you're soo mad I pushed your side chick in pool?" You mocked rolling your eyes at him, starting to get frustrated. So what if you pushed her in pool she had it coming.

"Don't give me that attitude princess" He spanked your ass hard making you moan loudly in return, "It's my duty to remind you of manners you have seem to forget" He pinched your butt then leaving another slap.

Then he pushes him away from you all together, the sudden loss of contact had your body in shivers from cold air.

"Now how this will go princess is I will go is I will fuck this tight warm pussy of yours, get my orgasm" He said his hands roaming all over your body as if he was memorizing every curve.

"What about me?" Your voice faltered as his hands found your boobs. Harry loved your boobs although you told him many times you felt insecure about them he was obsessed. Always holding them, sucking on them like his personal stress ball.

"What about you hm? All you're to me right now is a fuck toy baby" He said his lips sucking on the spot near your neck which can be hidden by hair.

His words should have hurt you but only thing hurting was your cunt for his dick.

He pushed you down your forehead resting on cold mirror as he fumbled with his belt and pants. Once his pants were down his knees he pushed your dress up. Both of your holes were in full display in front of him and he wanted to ruin you right there but they didn't have time.

he pushed your panties to the side and slid inside you without a waning. You moaned loudly from the intrusion, he was so big stretching you out filling you up.

Harry brought his hand to your mouth and covered it. "As much as I would love to hear your maons babygirl, I don't think your father will appreciate it" he spoke in your ears his breath tickling your skin, "What would he think if he finds out his daughter fucking his best friend huh?" He taunted you.

Your brain felt like mush and all you could do was nod. "Such a dumb baby" He spoke and then started pounding in you. Your hips were constantly hitting the sink and you knew you will have bruises there.

You were so close to getting off when you heard the knock on the door. Harry stopped for a second confirming someone was indeed knocking and it wasn't something his brain made up.

"Mr. Styles? Y/N? Who's inside and why is it locked?" You mom asked trying to open the door. Your whole body was rigid and for a second you thought you might get caught. You looked up and found Harry's eyes in mirror and he gave you a shrug and started moving again slower but deeper.

"Go on reply to her" he whispered in her ear.

"Helloo" You mom called out again. You whimpered slightly but got yoursf together.

"It's me mom" You said and bit down on your lip as Harry hit the right spot inside you.

"Y/N? What happened are you okay?" She asked concerned from hearing your weak voice.

"Yeah Yeah just threw up a bit. You know me and-" fuck "wine" You said stumbling over your words.

"Where is Mr. Styles?" She asked. "uh I think he went outside I don't know" You said that in one go amd brought your up so you could moan.

You don't know if she brought it or not but she left after telling you to call her if you need anything. Harry pulled you up by your hair your head falling back on his shoulder.

His pace was flattering but still firm, his hand either groaping your ass or your boobs.

"I'm close Harry can I come please" You begged but he didn't listen.

"No. On knees now" he said and pulled out. You fell on your knees in second, you hand holding his thighs for support. He brought his cock near you lips smearing the precum and your juices on your lips and then pushed inside.

You sucked like your life depends on it. You were a pleaser with no doubt and Harry loved it.

"Yes fuck keep going baby" He said, one hand gripping the sink and other your hair. He was fucking your mouth with same intensity as yiur cunt. You swirled your tongue around him and brought your hands up to massage his balls. He let out another moan and a curse.

"Such a good girl" he moaned out andgripped your head more tightly. "I'm going to cum" he announced and soon you felt him shooting warm thick ropes down your throat. You sucked and cleaned him off until he went soft inside you.

Harry brought you back up and sat on the counter. His lips back on yours tasting himself.

"I'm going to leave and you will leave behind me. 20 minutes I want you in my bed" Ge said and pecked all over your face making you giggle.

"Did so good going to reward my baby" With a wink he opened the window and jumped out landing in front of shed. He fixed his suit and went like nothing happened.

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Hotel, Motel - Chris Sturniolo x f!reader

i’m so sorry this is so late i need to lock in but i hope u all enjoy!

mdni 18+

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: smut, cursing, Chris calls you ma

Touring with the triplets and appearing at their shows had been crazy fun so far. You didn’t know them super well but the fans had really enjoyed the collaboration and the content that came along with it. 

The shows and traveling were super fun, but the tour bus was getting old for everyone, and being in such close quarters with one of the finest men you’ve ever encountered was taking a toll on you. Hence a hotel being booked for the night. 

Cranky and exhausted, you all drag your bags into the lobby to check in. It should’ve been a super simple process, and it was… up until Nick was handed only 3 sets of room keys, instead of 4. 

The room pairings were already set up, Nick and Madi, Matt and his girlfriend, while you and Chris each got your own. 

Nick tried to ask the front desk attendant about the mistake, but apparently nothing could be done last minute. Fuck. You’re stuck with Chris for the night. 

Nick looks at you sympathetically, “Do you wanna squish in with me and Madi? I’m sure we could make it work.”

“It’s alright, I can just sleep on the couch.” You say, trying to not seem nervous. 

“I’ll survive as long as you don’t snore” Chris giggles. 

You roll your eyes while internally freaking out. How in God’s name were you supposed to survive the night sleeping in the same room with him? His constant playful teasing and subtle touches were already enough to drive you crazy. 

Your terror-induced thought process continued up until the elevator stopped at your floor. You all find your respective rooms and Nick pats your shoulder after you all exchange goodnights. 

Unlocking the door in silence, he leads the way in and flicks the light on. Immediately, he turns his head back at you and smirks. 

“I hate to tell you this, ma, but uh.. there’s no couch…” he says before chuckling to hide the slight blush growing on his face. 

“Please tell me you’re joking.” You push past him to check and it’s immediately confirmed, the only thing to sleep on is a queen-sized bed. 

You jump to problem solving, “Maybe we can call the front desk and ask for extra pillows and blankets? Then I can just make a nest on the floor.” 

“You know I’m not about to let a lady sleep on the floor." he says, taking a seat on the bed. 

“Well you probably need the rest more than I do.” 

“It’s not happening, if you want we can set up like a pillow barrier between.” He says taking off his shoes and stretching, his shirt lifting up just enough for you to see the waistband of his boxers. 

“It’s fine, just don’t start cuddling with me, freak.” You say jokingly while grinning at the man in front of you. 

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He says, making you tense up a little before he laughs it off. “I’m gonna take a shower, don’t wait up.”

Naturally, you wait up. You can’t manage to sleep with the image of him in the shower haunting you. The thought of his soap hands running through his shaggy hair, his torso dripping with water while his strong arms flex, his cock- before you can finish your thought, the shower turns off and you hear the door open. 

You readjust and try to look nonchalant, but as the door opens and Chris emerges you lose your cool again. 

He comes out shirtless with only a towel wrapped around his waist hanging low. Low enough for you to see the V shape underneath his stomach, leading into his light happy trail. He’s still got little drops of water on his chest. His hair’s still wet and messy. 

It’s literally a painting. 

“If you wanna fuck me just say that.” You’re snapped out of your trance by his quip, followed by him chuckling. All you can do is blush, but quickly roll your eyes to try and protect your dignity. 

“You’re annoying, put a shirt on.”

“Is that really what you want, princess?” Jesus christ. His little nickname makes it impossible to ignore the heat between your legs. 

“Yes, Christopher. And some underwear, please.”

“If you say so.” He smiles, walking past you to sift through his bag. After grabbing them he goes back to the bathroom and you take the opportunity to change into some boxers and a big tour shirt. 

The next hours are spent mutually scrolling on phones trying to sit as far from each other as possible on the bed. The energy was weirdly tense in the room, not just because you were both only in underwear and shirts. 

Out of the silence Chris leans over, “Yo watch this video.” He outstretches his arm making him roll over to face you, propping himself up on his other arm. 

As the video plays in front of your face, you can’t help yourself from staring at his veiny forearm. He looks so strong… you wonder what it would look like while his fingers pump in and out of you, his arm straining. This was getting out of hand. 

“Y/n?? Did you even watch the video?” 

“Oh yeah it was super funny!”

“It was about a missing dog? You really weren’t watching, were you?” You freeze. 

“Whoops. Distracted sorry.” 

“I figured,” he says and drops his phone on the bed, scooting a little closer. “Too busy staring at me.” he says with a little smirk, looking up at you. 

“God shut up” You respond, picking up a pillow and whacking him lightly.

“You know it's true, ma. You think I don’t notice how you look at me? How you squirm when I touch your back? Hell, 2 seconds ago you were bright red just from seeing me shirtless.” He’s looking at you with darker eyes, as he lightly reaches to cup your knee with his much larger hand. 

“Now I’m embarrassed.” Was the only thing you could come up with in your state of shock. 

“Don’t be, hun. There's a reason I flirt with you.” He sits up now, right next to you. 

Avoiding eye contact while he turns his head to look at you, “I just didn’t want to ruin the tour and I didn’t think you would actually take any interest I mean-“

“Shut the fuck up” He says as he places his hand on your jaw and turns your head towards him, pulling you into a kiss. 

This cannot be real. 

His thumb grazes your cheek as he nips at your bottom lip. “You’re so fucking pretty.”

He smiles into the kiss and you giggle, he takes his opportunity and deepens the kiss slipping his tongue in. 

Chris rolls on top of you with his hand still on your cheek. You take the opportunity to slide your hands under his shirt. He groans lightly into your mouth before breaking the kiss to sit up and takes his shirt the rest of the way off.

 As he's sat on top of you now shirtless he looks down at you with soft eyes.

“I’ve been waiting to do this since we met.” 

“What’s that?” You ask

“Get a good look at your tits, sweetheart.” He says and slides your shirt up your stomach, revealing your chest. 

“God they're even better than I imagined.”

You grin and slide the rest of your shirt off. He wastes no time taking a breast in each hand. If the night's teasing hadn’t been enough, his large hands massaging your tits had you squirming underneath him. 

“Fuuck you like that, don’t you, ma? Like when I play with you?” He’s still sitting up, looking like a greek god above you while he straightens his arms to reach you. 

You nod in response and bite your lip. Chris starts tweaking and lightly pinching your nipples making you audibly moan. He wets his lips a little and leans back down again to kiss you. The feeling of his chest against your bare skin is so intimate. 

Breaking the kiss you pant underneath him, but before you can say anything he spits in your mouth and reattaches as you swallow. His hands roam your body and he places one to cup your heat. 

“Chris don’t tease… just touch me.” 

“I guess you’ve waited long enough.” He adjusts in order to slide your pants off revealing your soaking pussy. “Such a good girl, you’re already so fucking wet for me.” 

He takes his middle and ring finger and slides them through your folds. Bringing them to his mouth he lightly sucks your liquid from his fingers. 

“God you taste so fucking good.”

He takes his hand back down to rub your clit while propping himself up on his elbow and looking down at you. He circles it softly with perfect placement making you grind into him while letting out breathy moans. 

“I’m gonna put my finger in, ok baby?” 

“Please oh my god” He grins hearing how your voice quivers. Chris’s middle finger slides into your hole, immediately increasing the pleasure tenfold. He curls his finger in between thrusting in and out. 

“You’re doing so good for me, ma” You groan underneath him as he scissors his fingers inside you, stretching you for him. “Look so good underneath me.”

“Fuck please keep rubbing me Chris I’m close…” He understands and speeds up his pace rubbing your clit with his thumb as he fingers you.

 “You’re so tight, it's gonna feel so good inside you. You want that, princess?”

His praise egged you on as you nod in agreement, feeling yourself heat up as your orgasm approaches you.

“I want you to cum for me baby, ok? Cum all over my fingers.” His words push you over the edge as you tighten around his fingers and cum with a final high pitched moan. 

He pulls his fingers out and gives you his charismatic grin before locking his eyes on his fingers and separating them, seeing how your slick stretches. 

“Jesus christ, you really do like me, ma.” 

“Maybe a little.” You giggle and glance at the strong cock outline in his pants. “You want me to take care of that for you?” 

“I mean if you insist, gorgeous.” He winks and you assist him in taking off his boxers. He finds his place on top of you and his cock rests on your stomach. He leans in to kiss you lovingly. 

Leaning back again he takes your legs, placing your ankles on top of his shoulders. His cock now against your pussy slightly poking at your soaked entrance.  

“Please put it in.”

“So desperate for me, hm?” 

“Yes god please just fuck me.”

“Oh, you’re begging for it?” You blush and can’t bring yourself to resist. 

“Please Chris, I need you. I just want you inside me.” 

“There ya go.” He grins, taking his hand down to guide himself inside you. His tip enters you and you already feel the stretch. He groans at the newfound warmth and continues pushing into you. Once he bottoms out, he looks at you with soft eyes. 

“You ready?” 

“Fuck yes.” you say as he thrusts for the first time making his way deeper. 

His grip on your legs gets harder as he slowly moves in and out. Closing his eyes and biting the inside of his cheek a little to stifle a moan. 

His thrusts start to get faster as he watches you moan and cuss underneath him. His angle helped him quickly hit your g-spot, making you even more soaked. 

He twitches inside of you and lets out occasional whimpers. In between the both of your noises you could hear the slapping of skin and how wet you are as his dick slides in and out. 

“You’re so fucking tight I dunno how much longer I can last, ma.” He groans. 

Chris maneuvers his hand down to your clit to bring you closer to your orgasm.  

He keeps rubbing as he slides in and out of you. His panting and intensity only eggs you on. 

“M’ so close.” You whimper as his movements get sloppier.

“That’s it, hun. Cum for me. Show me how bad you really want me.” 

He continues hitting your g-spot as you feel your orgasm approaching. The sight of Chris over you sweating and groaning above you sends you over the edge as you clench around him. 

“Fuck such a good girl.” He pulls out and strokes his soaked cock a few more times before shooting his load onto your stomach and chest. His dick twitches a little above you before he rolls onto his back next to you. 

“You’re fantastic.”

“You’re not too bad yourself, Chris.” He smiles and looks over at you. 

“Not bad? I guess I’ll take it.” You laugh and reach out to play with his hair a little.

“I think it’s my turn to shower.”

“Can I join you? I’m not one to just stare like a creep… unlike someone I know.” 

“What do you think, smartass?” You giggle and hop up, racing him to the shower.

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Sending you my wildest TWP headcanon just because I can! (Heh.)

Picture this. Kit with gold wings. Gets revealed in the wildest way ever. In a fight, when there are too many demons or faeries or other magical foes to defeat and he and Ty are running while simultaneously trying to come up with a plan of action, Ty is calculating a way to survive that situation with most (all?) of their limbs intact, butKit isn't really listening to what Ty is saying, and then suddenly, he just sorta veers off-course, in the direction of a cliff, and Ty says as much, but Kit just pushes him out of the way, into safety, shouting, "Trust me, I know what I am doing!" and when Ty tries to shout at him to stop, Kit just says, "I'm sorry," and then fucking jumps off the cliff, and then, yep, you guessed it, after a moment, he flies back up, angel's wings sprouting out of his back, except they're gold instead of white, and Ty realises he wasn't sorry for trying to kill himself (because that was how it looked at the moment), but for keeping that part of who he was a secret.

Anyway, since I have appropriately embarrassed myself by sharing this, what is your wildest TWP headcanon? If it's more than one, make a list!

yes this reply is very much overdue i am so so sorry it took me so long to respond!!! BUT JESUS CHRIST ALMIGHTY WHAT THE HELL IS THIS THEORY???! I AM TOTALLY NOT OKAY! that would be so freaking angsty and just [screams at the top of my lungs]

kit revealing that he's the first heir in this way would be fucking crazy and i just know that the moment kit jumps off, ty's heart would be pounding in his chest and he’d genuinely away to jump into the unknown after kit but then kit would fly up, like a bloody god and ty’d stare at him, mouth open with shock and confusion but really he's just grateful that the love of his life is okay, that he's safe and alive <3

personally, my wildest hc for twp would probably be hmmmm.... idk if it's wild but i think it would be fucking hilarious if we got a crackhead!lucifer like i want him to be terrifying and for him to be the spookiest villain but also for him to whip out dad jokes here and there and just be an absolute menace bc he’s the d e v i l :') it's not a super wild theory just something i think would be funny to read hehhehe

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Part 2. Widows Bite (part 1 in pinned masterlist)

@your-my-mission here you go hon, tagged in next part💙

This is an 18+ book minors DNI

Aspens POV:

Rolling over to my alarm clock sounding I turned it off. Today was my first day of classes and my head was pounding. My feet was met with the cold wooden floor as I stood up to stretch out my limbs. All those years of sports did not do my body very many favors. I loved sleeping in the cold. But when I’d wake up and the AC was running shit, it’s fucking freezing. I kept the blanket around me as I did my morning routine. I made my coffee and realized the time “shit, I’m gonna be late” shoving two creamers and a few packets of sugar in my jacket I headed out the door and to my class.

Entering the classroom with a few minutes to spare. Finding a seat I sat down as professor Romanoff looked up at me from her desk. How the fuck was she so intimidating and so hot. Setting my coffee down she started speaking “All I have for you today is to look over the syllabus and to take a placement test. Placement tests and syllabus are on my desk, come and grab one of you haven’t already” I headed to her desk to grab what I needed. Professor Romanoff watched me as I picked up the papers and headed back to my desk. The syllabus was something I looked over and set aside. Looking over the test I sighed, yeah, this was definitely going to require coffee. Pulling my creamers and sugars out of my pocket I placed them on the desk and started adding them to my coffee

Natasha’s POV:

As I walked around to check on the students I saw Aspen dousing her coffee with so much sugar. Heading over to her I stood beside her “thats an awful lot of sugar miss Moore” Aspen looked up at me and chuckled “It’s what gets me through the day” biting my tongue I nodded as she spoke up “oh is this graded on accuracy?” I smiled at her “no darling, it’s just based off of completion, I just wanna see where you stand on knowing the material” she nodded and took a sip of her coffee whispering a thank you and going back to her work. She was pretty cute. I headed back to my desk and watched her as I looked over some papers. Her face focused on the task at hand. After about thirty minutes she came up to me and handed me the test looking disappointed in herself “I tried my best” Watching her I gently whispered “I’m sure you did amazing darling” nodding the girl made her way back to her desk and looked over the syllabus one more time before she took another sip of her over sugared coffee. Wanda was allowed to have caffeine up until two pm but never allowed to put that much sugar into it. Still she was not under my control and not my sub.

As time went on I was so engrossed in looking over all the tests I hadn’t realized how the class had now dwindled down to three. Two of the students were finishing up their tests while Aspen was asleep on her desk. She did look extremely exhausted. Debating wether or not to wake her the last two students turned in their tests. I rolled my eyes the second I looked at it and mumbled “fucking teamed up and took it. Idiots”. Putting those two tests to the side I looked over at Aspen. She looked so tired but she definitely wasn’t peacefully sleeping. Standing up I headed over to her and gently crouched by the side of her desk and whispered “Aspen?”. No answer, I didnt want to yell at her so I gently placed my hand on her back “Aspen hon”. Startling awake she looked at me “jesus Christ you scared the shit out of me” taking a step back I whispered “I’m sorry hon” she shook her head “no no it’s okay, I’m sorry for sleeping in your class” I shook my head standing up “nonsense, you looked tired, I’m glad you got some sleep”

she nodded collecting her things and looked at me “can I ask you something?” I smiled at her “of course you can” “is your wife’s class hard?” I shook my head “no hon, as long as you read the material and you ask questions if you don’t understand something you’ll do just fine” she nodded and whispered “thank you for class” I nodded gently and showed her out, heading back over to my desk I looked over at her paper. She did really well for it being the first time shes seen this material. I decided to pack up and head back home.

Aspen’s POV:

I headed back to the dorm and sat down on my bed. The coffee didn’t help my migraine. It’s always a fifty fifty shot when it comes to that. Laying down in bed I kicked off my shoes and closed my eyes in hope to stop the pounding in my head. The pressure on my head was excruciating. Rolling over I took some pain meds that should knock me our for a few hours before my class.

I woke up sweating like crazy. Looking over at the clock it read 6:47 pm. I am so fucking screwed I was supposed to be in class 47 minutes ago. I stood up a littleee too quick as the blood rushed to my head and my heartbeat rung through my ears. Well the migraine is still fucking there. Lovely. I put on my shoes and headed over to the classroom. Slowly opening the door in hope I wouldn’t disturb the class was such a false hope. Every head turned to me as I cringed on the inside quickly making my way to an open seat and sinking into my chair. Professor Maximoff stared at me for a second before continuing her lesson. I seriously wish I could just disappear right here.

Wanda’s POV:

I was a little worried when Aspen didn’t show up for the beginning of class. I was even more worried when she did and looked a little sick. Despite my worry I continued to teach. I continued to glance at her as I taught. She was trying to pay attention the best she could. Finally her head rested on her desk, her shoulders going forward as she relaxed. I let her sleep the rest of the time and as long as she needed until I leave.

A few minutes later Natasha came in and looked at me then Aspen then back at me. Natasha started walking towards me as her heels clicked on the ground, Aspen stirred as I looked at her. She bent down taking off her heels and finishing coming over to me. Placing a kiss on my forehead she whispered “she’s still here?” I nodded and leaned into her “she came in late and looked a little sick then fell asleep, I want her to rest” Natasha nodded and kissed me whispering “I think shes sick love, she fell asleep in my class too” My eyebrows furrowed in worry and Nat whispered “she’ll be okay my love” I nodded a little and stretched, the first day of classes drained me. As Natasha and I talked while I finished up Aspen began to stir. Shifting in her seat she looked up at me. First with a look of confusion before fear quickly flooded her eyes. Natasha and I quickly made our way over to her. My instincts kicking in “hey hey hon you’re okay, I noticed you weren’t feeling well, it’s okay” Aspen whispered “I’m okay, thank you, I do appreciate it” I nodded and watched her as Natasha spoke up “you look a little pale hon are you sure?” Once again Aspen nodded and slung her bag over her shoulder, she did not look like she felt good at all. Whispering quietly she thanked me “t-thank you for today, it wont happen again” I shook my head “it’s okay, were here for you” nodding a bit she started to head out the door. Natasha stepped forward and whispered “can I walk you to your dorm?” Aspen turned around and watched her for a second and nodded a bit, Nat smiled and put on her heels following her.

As we walked Aspen was quiet. Her knuckles white from gripping her bag. Natasha offered to take it but she insisted she’d be okay carrying it. As we got to her door Aspen whispered “thank you again, you guys didn’t have to do this” I shook my head and gently placed my hand on her shoulder and she was burning up like crazy, I smiled gently burying my worry “it was really no trouble, are you sure you’re feeling okay?” Aspen nodded getting into her dorm “I’m okay, thank you again, bye”

The door closed and I looked at Nat worried “she was really feverish babe” Natasha walked up to me and rubbed the sides of my arms “I know love but right now theres nothing more we can d-“ just as she was about to finish her sentence we heard retching coming from the dorm. I looked at her and mumbled “I’m sorry babe I can’t” turning and knocking on the door I called out “Aspen honey I’m coming in okay?”