#but he keeps fucking it up the second he speaks

[mywritersmind]

WE’RE LIVE. - LN4

summary : he tries to kiss you on camera, just some bits of you two at the f1 live event with cute couple vibes.

listen up : i kinda hate this. short but cute!

words : 730

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“I’m reporting live from the first annual F1 launch event! I’m so excited to be interviewing and speaking to all of your favorite drivers and influences in the sport!” My smile is award winning, my posture straight, and my dress perfectly fitting my body.

I’m so distracted by Lewis Hamilton arriving that I don’t even see the bomb running up to me. I’m met with Lando Norris’ smiling face, coming straight for me.

He’s coming straight for a kiss I realize and dodge him immediately. His lips collide with my cheek as a small laugh breaks out of me, “Norris!” I eye him, his eyes a bit dimmer after my block, “We’re live!” My words slip out as his eyes widen.

In a second, his confused face turns to a masked smile, “And I'm so glad we are!” His eyes catch mine again, making me smile softly. He looks good, like really good.

In a suit, his shirt unbuttoned, and his hair perfectly curled, he looks like a disney prince. One that’s smiling at me in that slow easy way he does.

“You got questions for me, little miss reporter, or are you just gonna stare?” He’s such an idiot for saying that live, the media will eat him alive, but I'll kiss him until he can’t breathe so he’ll ignore it.

“I would say I'm surprised you’re here but we all know you love an opportunity to dress up.” I hold my microphone tight in my hand.

He tilts it towards him to answer, “Well, I heard you were gonna be here and had to look my best.” Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. It makes me smile anyway.

“Stop flirting with the reporter, Lando!” A voice calls out from the red carpet, we both turn to see Lando’s other half and his girlfriend.

Oscar Piastri is quiet, but never around us.

Lando tries to lean into me but I push him away gently, “You want me to ask you the real questions or would you like to greet your twin?”

He turns back to me, his hands in his pockets, “I’d like to keep talking to you.”

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He finds me again in the hallway. I've been searching for the entrance after going to the restroom and getting completely lost.

“You look edible.” Is what the romantic and heartthrob, Lando Norris, says to me just as his hand meets my waist and he pulls me in.

“That is not earning you a kiss.” I put my hand on his chest as that same cheeky grin arrives.

He pulls me in a bit tighter, whispering in my ear, “You look fucking beautiful, Y/n. You always do.” That, earns him a kiss.

He pulls away which doesn’t happen often, “I can’t believe you dodged me earlier!” I laugh and push him away, walking ahead as I hear his dress shoes on the tile. “Can’t a guy kiss his girlfriend on live television?”

“Can’t a girl do her job and not get fired?” I look at him and am not at all surprised when I see his soft smile and stunning eyes shimmer.

“I love you.” He slips his hand into mine in such a soft and honest way that it makes me blush. “I love that you love your job and I love that you get to be here with me and I really love that dress on you.”

I roll my eyes at the last bit as if I don’t know he’s going to be the one taking it off of me tonight. “I love you too. Even if I have to be surrounded by orange every day of my life-”

He scoffs, “Hey! It’s-”

“If you say papaya I might slap you.”

“Can’t mess up my face before I go on stage love…” there’s a glint in his eye now, “But you can mark me all you’d like later.”

I kiss him again. Because we’re alone and because I truly love this complete fool of a man.

“Go change, Papaya man.” I drop his hand when I see the entrance, “But make sure to come home in that suit.” I wink as he raises a brow.

He doesn’t let me go until he kisses me one last time, just outside the doors to his whole world, and perfectly private for us.

[cheeseatlantic]

Stay and Study

!olderbfsimon x collegestudentfemreader

You’re in front of the mirror, checking your makeup for the third time, when Simon speaks up from his desk.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

The question isn’t particularly harsh, just that usual deep, even tone of his that always makes you pause. But this time, you don’t. You just smooth your dress down and turn to face him.

“Out.”

Simon leans back in his chair, setting his pen down. He looks good like this—gray sweatpants, black t-shirt stretched over his broad chest, forearms bare, veins visible. His expression is unreadable, though there’s something in the way his fingers tap against the desk that makes your stomach twist.

“Yeah?” He tilts his head. “Got your coursework done, then?”

You blink, immediately shifting on your feet. “I will,” you say, and it’s not even convincing to your own ears.

Simon’s eyebrows lift just slightly, like he’s waiting for you to realize how weak of an excuse that is.

You groan, rolling your eyes. “I’ll do it later, Si. It’s one night—”

“One night turns into two, and suddenly you’re scrambling to finish a paper the night before it’s due.” His voice is steady, patient, but there’s an edge to it, like he’s already decided how this will play out.

Your jaw tightens, and you cross your arms. “So what? I’ve been working all week, and I want to have fun.”

“You’ve got time to have fun when you’re not behind on work,” he says simply.

That’s the thing about Simon—he’s not the type to yell or argue. He just states things, firm and rational, like there’s no point in even trying to disagree. And it’s fucking annoying.

You scoff, turning away from him, reaching for your purse. “God, you sound like a dad—”

Before you can finish, there’s a heavy sigh, the creak of his chair, and then—Simon is behind you.

His body presses against your back, radiating warmth, large hands resting on your waist. His lips graze your ear as he murmurs, “Don’t start with me, dollie.”

You swallow hard, but the fight in you hasn’t burned out yet. “You can’t just tell me what to do.”

He hums, his grip tightening slightly. “Never said I could. But you and I both know you need someone to keep you in line.”

You turn in his hold, glaring up at him. “In line? Simon, it’s a fucking party, not a crime.”

“It is if you’re neglectin’ responsibilities,” he counters, tilting his head down to meet your eyes. “Smart girl like you—should know better.”

Your face burns, a mix of frustration and something else you don’t want to admit. It’s the way he says it, like he knows you better than you know yourself.

And fuck, maybe he does.

Still, you huff, arms crossing tighter. “You’re so fucking—”

He cuts you off by gripping your chin, thumb pressing into your jaw just enough to make your lips part.

“Careful,” he warns. “You’re already on thin ice.”

Your breath catches, and for a second, the room is too quiet, tension thick enough to drown in. He’s looking at you like he’s waiting—for what, you don’t know. For you to keep pushing? To back down.

You stare back defiantly.

Simon sighs through his nose. “Right,” he mutters, before lifting you effortlessly into his arms.

“Simon—!”

He’s already carrying you across the room, not even breaking a sweat. He sits back in his desk chair, settling you on his lap like it’s nothing. His arms cage around you, one strong arm wrapped around your waist while his other hand reaches for your laptop.

“You’re gonna sit here,” he says, placing the laptop in front of you. “You’re gonna finish that coursework. And I’m gonna make sure you do.”

You squirm, pouting, but his grip is firm. “This is ridiculous—”

“What’s ridiculous is you throwin’ a fit over doin’ what you’re supposed to,” he counters, resting his chin against your shoulder. “So go on, princess—get to work.”

You let out a frustrated breath, fingers hovering over the keyboard.

His hand slides up your thigh, thumb brushing against the inside, and your body tenses.

You shift. “Simon.”

He hums, nonchalant. “Somethin’ wrong?”

You glare at him over your shoulder. “You’re distracting me.”

A smirk tugs at his lips. “Oh, am I?”

“Yes,” you snap, trying to ignore the way his hand is still moving, slow and lazy, fingertips tracing soft patterns into your skin.

“Guess you better focus, then,” he murmurs.

You clench your jaw. You hate how smug he sounds. You hate that he’s right.

But more than anything? You hate that it’s working.

Because Simon knows exactly what he’s doing. Knows that keeping you here, this close, while acting like he’s totally unbothered will make you cave faster than anything else.

You exhale sharply, forcing your attention back to the screen. Fine. Fine. You’ll do the stupid work.

For a while, you manage. You actually get through half a page without much issue—except for the fact that Simon still hasn’t moved his hand. He’s not doing anything, just resting it there, fingertips occasionally twitching, teasing.

It’s infuriating.

“You’re an asshole,” you mutter.

Simon chuckles against your shoulder, pressing a slow kiss there. “Maybe.”

He doesn’t stop. If anything, he makes it worse—soft lips tracing your skin, warm breath fanning over your neck, his thumb rubbing small circles into your thigh.

“Better finish fast,” he murmurs. “’Cause the second you do, I’m gonna have my fun.”

Your fingers freeze over the keyboard.

He smirks, sensing your hesitation. “What’s wrong, love? Thought you wanted to go out?”

You swallow, trying not to shudder under his touch. “Simon.”

“Mm?” He nips at your ear, voice deep and syrupy.

You inhale sharply. “You’re the worst.”

“And you love me for it.”

You hate that he’s right. Again.

But for once, you don’t argue. You just lower your head, trying to refocus, trying desperately to finish this damn assignment before you completely lose your mind.

It takes longer than it should, because he keeps up his game the entire time, letting his hands wander just enough to make you flustered but not enough to actually let you give in.

It’s pure torture.

But the second you type out the final word, shutting the laptop with a triumphant click, Simon hums approvingly, fingers finally pressing down into your skin.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice low, dark, promising.

Your breath stutters.

And then?

Well.

Simon makes damn sure you don’t regret staying in.

[sreppub]

I wish you would write a fic where Jason thinks he's an intimidating werewolf and everyone else has to convince him he's just a big pupper, and that's okay!!! (You're right; we do sometimes just need a Big Pupper AU!)

Dick refuses to be cowed by some 'roided up runt.

The second armchair from the right is his favourite seat in the family room, and it is unfortunately Jason's favourite as well. He would have thought that, with tonight being the full moon and all, a werewolf would want to be somewhere out on the vast, wooded manor grounds eating baby rabbits or chasing his tail or something, but apparently their resident lycanthrope feels like having a night in. And while Jason had to take precious time to rinse off his dirty paws in the mudroom (lest he soil Alfred's floors), Dick had kicked his shoes into the coat closet with perfect aim and snagged The Seat for himself in preparation for a post-backyard-soccer-game movie night.

Dick is trying to enjoy the cute little dragon movie Damian put on, wrapped up in one of the old throws they keep in the hall closet just outside the den, except his stupid brother has planted himself between Dick and the screen, staring him down like if an evil horse were a fucked up dog. Dick doesn't need to speak wolf to understand what Jason wants from him; he just doesn't care.

"I got here first, Jase," Dick scoffs. "Will you move, please?"

The large, brown wolf does not move, in fact. His gaze is focused and heated like he's trying to spontaneously develop laser vision and kill Dick dead. He's slowly leaning into Dick, razor-sharp teeth inching closer, hackles raising, a low growl rumbling from his massive furry throat. Those finger-sized claws can (and have) tear bigger men than Dick clean into two. His eyes glow in the dim light, rage crackling behind the hard glare.

It's too bad Dick isn't scared at all. A regular person might feel a chill as an unnaturally huge wolf starts snarling and spittling into his face, but Dick has seen this moron with those goofy prepubescent puppy feet and pathetic little "awoo" howls. Jason looks scary and grimlike now, but all Dick can see is the big puppy who likes romance novels and belly rubs. Ignoring the growls that get louder as his hand gets closer, Dick flicks Jason's angry, scrunched up snout without fear. The wolf's eyes seem to burn with indignant rage, and he snaps his huge, killer maw at Dick's outstretched hand a few times.

"Jason," Duke snaps with exasperation from beside them on the corner couch seat. "Shut up."

The wolf turns his pointed gaze at the teen and Dick flicks him again. Suddenly, a nearly three hundred pound wolf pounces straight at him. The chair nearly tips over, even with the reinforced base that Bruce installed in most of the furniture when he got a kid who liked to do flips off of them.

The chair is just not big enough for two large men—much less one large man and a large wolf draped across his lap—but Dick remembers a time when he and a juvenile wolf fit pretty comfortably with fondness, so he'll accept the loss of feeling in his legs for now. Whatever shuts Jason up for the rest of the movie.

(for the record, wolves get up to like, 180 lbs. jason is a big motherfucker.)

[goaskangel]

making a movie with shiu + toji !! part two - part one

cw : pure smut, rude toji and sweet shiu, face/throat fucking, recording, sweaaattt, cunnilingus, smoking

“go ahead, girl. take toji’s cock out.”

“yeah, baby,” he runs a hand over himself, “take toji’s cock out.” his stupid, flirty tone and even speaking in third person, mocking shiu, makes you stupidly wet. you grind down onto the floor like a dog as you paw at the drawstring of the band before tugging it down with weak fingers. along with his boxers, his semi-hard on bobs carefully. so big, your mouth immediately dries. not even fully hard and he’s at least a good seven inches. trimmed, uncut, slightly leaky–he groans out of impatience. 

toji gives himself a good couple of strokes, it grows with every sight of his raw tip. “kiss it, baby.” he holds his length right to your mouth. “what? cat got y’er tongue? here, lemme help.” he lifts your chin up, “open.” 

you open your mouth, tongue lolling out a bit before he spits a thick wad onto it. “kiss it, look up. mouth open, pay attention, girl.” he’s so testy, keeping a big hand on your hair as he keeps straightening your head out to level out your mouth and his cock. fear and lust boil in your lower back and you, getting slicker by the second, aren’t sure if you should be scared or tranquil. 

your mouth and pink tongue practically melt around his salty tip. you press a wet, open kiss before sucking on his cockhead, closing your eyes to ease the anxiety in you. toji groans and holds your face before pushing his hips and feeling the sweet, hot wetness press around his length. it keeps going and going and going until your fingertips creep up onto his thighs to dig your nails into him, hoping he gets the message. 

“hands off, baby. jus’ open up, breathe.” your eyes prick with tears as he pushes himself down into your throat slowly but you obey, your hands curling into a fist on your thighs. “yeah, good girl knows how to listen, huh? i like that.” he lets a shaky, deep breath out when he finally rests himself in the depths of you. pulling himself back to get a fresh breath of air, gasping intensely away from the thick musk of toji. you’re greeted with a mix of open air and…cigarette smoke? you look over to the cameraman who's now blowing a good puff of smoke. you would’ve yelled at shiu for smoking in your home if it wasn’t for toji swiping his cock on your lips. you open back up for him and take him much easier now as he thoroughly fucks your mouth, your eyes pinching tightly again. he tastes great, manly and sweaty with a hint of his cologne lingering down. veins and skin decorating his cock. you’ve always wondered what the veins on his neck would feel like pressed up against your lips, god, or when he sweats from working so hard and it trickles down the bump below his ear, you wanna lick it off. 

the smoke gets stronger and you hear shiu’s voice, “open your eyes, babydoll. look at the camera, come on.” timidly, you wink an unsure eye open before looking up into the black lens crouched to your level, if it weren’t for your dazed and blurry sight, you’re sure you would’ve seen your stupid expression. all teary eyed and blushing with a stupidly big cock poking through your cheeks. “there she is, there’s my girl.” he gets back up and says something to toji, totally unaudiable to you. 

your mouth gets a few more pumps and without warning, he pulls out. pretty plump lips and drooly mouth gaped slightly as toji pulls his boxers up. finally resting until you're urged to get up. you’re sat on the couch, back pressed up to the cushions with your legs open. 

“mmm, poor girl. you’re soaking right through your shorts. toji, why don’t you help her?” shiu takes another puff and spews it out to the side when toji hooks his fingers under your shorts and panties and tears them right off. “nasty girl, you always this wet? or only around two older guys, huh?” so aggressive, but his touches are so soft. fingertips messing gently between your soppy folds and dewy hole. 

“i was touching myself and then you fucking called.” 

“oh, yeah? could’ve just gotten you off then and there from the phone.” 

you whine, bucking your hips from the lack of attention now. 

“christ,” shiu gets down on his knees, “who’s impatient now?” he keeps the camera focused on your glistening pussy in his right hand, taking quick inhales with his left. “pretty, pretty.” he mumbles, leaning down closer to your inner thighs before completely forgetting about the camera. toji now holds it up as shiu spreads you softly, making you moan slowly. he blows smoke right on your twitchy clit, watching it disappear into thin air. he leans in and presses a wet kiss onto your swollen bud. 

“mmm.” you push your cunt into his face and your heart jumps as he continues, making out sloppily with your pussy before even kissing you. his tongue running skilled strokes from your clit to your much attention-starved hole. teasing the tip of his tastebuds into you, groaning at the taste of your slick. 

toji takes his cigarette so he can properly love on you, his thick facial hair tickling your skin as he drools and sends butterflies to your stomach. 

“taste good, kong?” camera at the back of his dark hair.

“like fucking heaven, zenin.” shiu admires your sheeny folds after licking your heavenly slick from his lips. 

“gotta get in her.” he stands up, two men towering right over you.  “you want that, sweetheart? let us make you feel good?”

PT 3 COMING SOOONNNNN (hopefully)

masterlist , part one

taglist : @xoxo1mira (feel free to ask to be tagged!!!!)

[lvrsturniolo]

belt ✧M.S

warnings: Spanking, Bratty!Sub!Reader x Brat tamer!Dom!Matt, no actual p in v, Name Calling(Brat, Slut, Sweetheart, Baby, etc.), SUPER DOM MATT!!!, Lowkey(highkey) Mean!Matt, pain kink!matt, I believe that’s all but lmk if I missed any!!

(not proofread)

inspired by this clip

synopsis: Matt was sick and tired of this bratty attitude you’ve been carrying around all day, so he puts an end to it.

You and Matt had been out all day, and you’d been an absolute brat. leaving him once in the stores, talking back to him, ignoring him in the car, pushing his hand away when he tries to touch you, and he’s sick of it.

The ride home was completely silent, and honestly, you’re a little scared. But everything’s just been making you so mad today, you could care less that you’ve pissed Matt off. The second you’re home he pulls the bags from shopping out of your hands, grabbing your wrist harshly and basically dragging you to your shared bedroom. “You’ve been such a bad fucking girl today, I think you deserve to be punished”

Shit. There are two different types of punishments Matt gives, he either fucks the attitude out of you, or he spanks the attitude out of you. You always enjoyed when he got rough with you, but God did it hurt when he spanked you. And you’ve made him so mad, you know that’s what’s coming.

“W-wait sweetheart, I-I’m sorry for being pissy today- I promise I’ll fix my act- you don’t have to punish me” I say, silently praying that he’d have a change of heard and accept my apology. But I should have known better.

He actually ignores your sudden change in attitude, shoving you down onto the bed before unbuckling his belt. he pulls it out of the loops with a snap before folding it in half, the leather creaking ominously. he points to the bed with the belt. “over my lap, now.” He spits harshly, scaring you even more.

“Matt please!” You try again to reason with him, but you’d be a fool to think he’d change his mind after being this angry with you.

He grips your wrist to pull you over his lap since you aren’t listening, positioning you facing the bed with your belly down. he lays over top of your legs before wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you in place. “stop fucking arguing with me.” his free hand raises the belt.

The belt snaps down hard on your bottom, making you yelp. He doesn’t say anything else, bringing the belt down again and again, covering your cheeks with red welts. He spanks hard and fast, making sure your thighs don’t escape the punishment either.

“M-Matt please! P-please!” you whimper as hot tears stream down your face.

After numerous harsh blows, he tosses the belt aside, rubbing your burning ass. "Hurts, doesn’t it baby? should’ve thought about that before acting like a brat all fucking day." His voice is calm but stern as he continues to firmly knead your punished cheeks. “How does this gorgeous ass feel now, hmm?”

“N-ot good!” You hiccup through tears

“That’s the point, sweetheart.” he suddenly stands, lifting you up with him and tossing you onto the bed. he climbs on top, parting your legs roughly. He sits back on his heels, keeping your legs spread wide as he runs his fingers over your reddened ass possessively. He can see the red welts from the belt, and it makes him feel satisfied that you’re finally getting punished properly.

He can’t help notice how soaked you are though, and it causes him to growl possessively as he runs his middle finger through your folds.

“P-please touch me- Matt” you whimper needily.

“Awh you poor baby, don’t you know only good girls get to cum? Get to be touched? And you’ve been a fucking brat.”

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Mel speaks: I made a post earlier, and @mattybsgroupie reblogged w/ this, and it gave me the idea for this fic so idea creds to them!!! Hope yall like this 😋😋

[petite-phthora]

I'm sorry

[DP x DC fic]

[Love at first… murder? - part 20]

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Part 1

Ao3

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The moment their lips touch, the feeling of the Pit washes over Jason, drowning out everything around him. They jerk away from each other. Two pairs of toxic green glowing eyes meet.

Jason feels as if he's disassociating as he speaks.

“You’ve died?”

It’s too much.

Everything is too much.

After a week of not feeling much from the Pit except for calmness and contentment, the sudden spike is jarring. All he can think about is how it’s back. He let his guard down, and now the Pit is acting out at full capacity again. Overwhelming his senses. Overwhelming him.

Though it's not rage.

It’s something else…

Joy? Exhilaration? Recognition? Reverence?

He can’t tell. And it doesn’t matter.

It’s back. It’s in control. He can’t help it. He can’t stop it.

But he also can’t let it hurt someone. Not again. He can’t let himself hurt someone. He can’t let himself hurt Danny.

Jason has a gun in his hand.

He hadn’t been aware he had pulled it out. But now he is acutely aware of the gun he has pointed at himself.

His hands are trembling.

 “—How'd it even happen? I didn’t think—“

Danny is rambling on about something. Jason doesn’t listen. He can’t listen. He’s dazed from the Pit madness— Though it’s not really madness at this point, is it?

Insanity? Lunacy? Craziness? Hysteria?

Whatever it is, it doesn’t matter. He can’t see anything but green.

“—so glad we’re the same, this is great news! It makes everything so much easier!—“   

Danny keeps speaking to him.

As he thinks about Danny again, the Pit hones in on him.

Danny.

It all started with him.

The change in the Pit… The change in his feelings…  

The change in him…

Somehow, someway Danny is the focus point. He’s at the center of it all. He knows something. He’s the one that started this— this—

Madness.

Jason wrenches back control over his arm and redirects what he’s aiming at.

He points the gun at Danny.

“—she saw I was her new patient clearly. But hey, th—”

His hands are still shaking.

His vision as green at the Pit.

"What is happening to me?"

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Well fuck.

Danny thinks to himself

Danny is completely still as he gazes in Jason’s direction. He eyes the gun for a second before dismissing it and locking eyes. It’s not like it can seriously hurt him, and it seems to be a comfort for whatever is going on with Jason.

Speaking of…

“Jason—”

Danny gets cut off by a bullet to the leg. He instinctively turns intangible, the bullet getting embedded in the ground underneath him.

It’s silent as they both stare at the spot in the ground the bullet hit.

Danny opens his mouth to speak again but gets cut off but another bullet shot, quite literally, through his leg.

“Jason—“

Jason isn’t listening. Instead, he has pulled out a second gun and shoots that one at Danny as well, getting the same result. He lets out a frustrated sound before dumping both guns on the ground as he grabs another weapon.

“Ja—”

A Batarang through the head shuts Danny back up again. Danny lets out a small breath before just deciding to wait it out.

Jason seems to be considering his weapons before his eyes land on his watch.

“Don’t worry though! While it may look a little dangerous, it’s actually quite harmless to living humans!”

He glances between the watch and Danny a few times. Danny notices this and comes to the same realization. He tenses, and that’s all the confirmation Jason needs.

He aims the watch at Danny.

Danny does not move.

It’s silent for a few tense moments.

“Well? Start talking.” Jason’s voice cuts through the silence.

Danny says nothing for a few seconds, considering where he should start.

“Well, ever since I was born, my parents—” He cuts himself off with a yelp as he quickly moves his legs. The toxic green laser shot from the watch just barely missing his leg and instead singeing the ground between his legs.

“Dude—”

“Get to the point.”

��I’ll have you know this is all very important background information!" Danny pouts for a second before quickly getting back on track when Jason shoots him a look.

“So, my parents are self-proclaimed ecto-biologists. Have been my entire life—”

“The hell is an ecto-biologist?”

“I’m getting to that! You know, interrupting me constantly won’t—”

Another laser shot, this one doesn’t miss and hits Danny’s shin. He lets out a small his of pain. It’s not too bad, but it still burns.

“Alright, alright! So uhh, ecto-biologists. Yeah, so my parents are basically scientists specializing in the field of the supernatural, and in particular, ghosts, also known as ectoplasmic beings.

“An ectoplasmic being is called as such because they are made, either entirely or partially, of ectoplasm.

“Wait, do you even know about ectoplasm? You should probably know about ectoplasm. You know, toxic, green, glowing—“

At the description Jason tenses, but does not fire.

“Right, okay so you do know—”

“What do you know about the Lazarus pits?”

Danny, who has never heard of the Lazarus Pits before, gets unnecessarily defensive.

“What do you know about the Lazarus pits?” he asks in an accusatory tone with narrowed eyes. He crosses his arms and points a finger at Jason for good measure, forgetting about the watch ray still pointed at him.

Naturally, he gets shot.

“Ouch! Ah fuck, okay, okay. I’ll talk. Damn. That thing hurts, you know!”

“That’s the whole point.”

“Anyway, I have never heard of these Lazarus Pits before. I’m referring to ectoplasm. It’s the stuff we— ghosts are made of. My parents have always been fascinated by ghosts. They wanted to study them.

“The problem being that they had never even actually seen a ghost before, and so they have been trying to build a portal into the Ghost Zone—”

“The fucking ‘Ghost Zone’?” Jason cuts in incredulously.

“Ghost Zone, Infinite Realms, the In-Between, Purgatory, whatever you want to call it. It’s the in-between of every single universe and dimension, the glue between realities, yada yada yada.

“It just so happens to be the place where ecto-beings, ghosts, reside. And my parents wanted in. Their portal was their life work, and when they finally finished it and plugged it in it… didn’t work…”

“Right…” Jason’s tone is dry, his expression full of suspicion and doubt about the story Danny is telling.

Danny resolutely pushes on.

“So, being dumb teens, me and my friends went to check it out…” Danny takes a breath to steady himself, hugging his knees and gaze turning to the ground.

“I— my friend dared me to go inside. It would be a cool picture, you know? And it didn’t work. My parents’ inventions never worked— So yeah, I uh, I stepped inside…

“The inside was awfully roomy and awfully dark… So I went in further and I— I happened to trip on a cable.”

Danny doesn’t notice himself trembling slightly. Doesn’t notice his breath quickening. Doesn’t notice Jason’s frown.

“Naturally, I tried to catch myself. I tried to steady myself using the wall but…” He lets out a small laugh. “Should’ve known there was an on button on the inside…”

“D—” Jason tries to speak up but Danny doesn’t hear him, staring at nothing as he continues.

“And then my vision filled with green.”

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The green in Jason’s vision has dimmed.

Jason frowns as he watches Danny stare into the distance, his eyes glowing green. He’s trembling, and Jason wants nothing more than to go over there and hug him, to comfort him, but…

He takes a deep breath and keeps the watch ray steadily pointed at Danny.

He can’t.

Not right now.

First, he needs to hear him out.

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“Danny” Jason calls out to him.

Danny blinks. He looks around for a moment before taking a steadying breath.

“Right, right. You wanted the story. Right, so… While my parents had plugged the portal in, they had built the on button on the inside of the portal and then promptly forgotten it was there…

“So the portal turned on with me inside. Thousands of volts of electricity ran through my body. Green as far as I could see, as far as I could feel, as far as I could touch…

“I don’t know how long I was in there for. Screaming, as an interdimensional portal opened right on top of me... As my DNA was stripped from my body and rewritten into something other… As I died and got revived over and over and over again…”

Danny takes another few deep breaths, pausing in his speech. He runs a hand through his hair. He feels tired… heavy… mourning…

Two strong arms wrap around his body in a hug.

Danny leans his head against Jason’s shoulder.

He doesn’t cry. But neither speaks as they sit there, while the trembling in Danny’s form diminishes. Once it’s gone, Danny speaks up again.

“And then it stopped.”

“Danny—”

Danny shakes his head in response.

“No, no. It’s better to just… get it all out in the open now…”

Jason, while clearly disagreeing, keeps his mouth shut. Letting Danny choose whether or not to continue.

“So yeah. When it stopped, I fell out of the portal, different. I was a ghost, but also… not. I had died, but not quite all the way.

“I was a ghost, and human. Both dead and alive. Shrödinger’s boy, if you will. A halfa is what they me—call us— Half-alive… Half-dead…”

“And then… then they came through… Other ghosts…

“Now that the portal was open, they could reliably enter our world. Driven by Obsession, they would do anything they could to get what they wanted, often harming the living in the process. And that’s where I came back into the picture…

“No one could do anything to stop the ghosts. Yes, my parents were ghost hunters, but they weren’t all that… good at it… So I had to do something. I couldn’t let people get hurt when I was able to help, to do something.”

Danny pauses in his speech. After a while of sitting there in the embrace. Jason speaks up, breaking the silence that had fallen over them.

“When I was 15, I died.”

 Danny listens, turning to look at Jason’s face. “I was trying to find my biological mom, and followed a lead to Ethiopia, but…

“It was a trap.”

Green tinges the corners of his vision but Jason pushes on.

“She was being blackmailed by the Joker and lured me there to— She— She handed me over to him…”

A deep, calming, breath.

“He beat me… over and over and over again, with a crowbar. And that wasn’t the icing on the cake, no!” Jason lets out a laugh “He blew the place up once he was done with me…”

Danny puts his hand on one of the tensed arms still holding him. Jason pauses, forcing himself to relax some before proceeding.

“Six months later, I crawled out of my own grave… I think I  wandered around aimlessly for a while, I don’t know. My mind wasn’t quite… there…

“Then, someone found me and put me in a Lazarus Pit… They’re these glowing green bubbling pits in the ground. They heal the sick and dying but kill the healthy.

“I don’t remember much from what happened back then.” He admits. “Everything was a green haze. The Pit, it— it took over my mind, my emotions, my control…

“Eventually, I made my way back here, to Gotham. I became the Red Hood, stealing one of the Joker’s old aliases as a big ol’ ‘Fuck you’ to him.

“I tried to get revenge… I failed… Became a crime lord, grudgingly reconnected with my family, etc., etc., all while trying to deal with the Pit.

“While I was in there, in the Lazarus Pits, it didn’t just bring back my mind, it— it changed me…

“Now, I can easily get irrationally angry over the smallest things. It’s like the Pit… latches onto my feelings, and increases the anger tenfold, I—

“I remember it all…” He takes a deep breath. “Whenever the Pit madness is in effect, whatever it makes me do while it has me under its control. When I’m lost in a raging green haze…”

“I remember…”

Danny moves up a bit in Jason’s hold. Putting his arms around Jason’s head and gently pulling him against his shoulder.

They hold each other.

“I’m sorry.”

“Me too.”

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fat, juicy, and wet.

were the only three words jake needed to describe your tasty cunt. maybe, his stress reliever, his motivation to get through the day, nope. fat, juicy, and wet.

you knew jake was a madman when you two got into the bedroom, but something about today was different with jake.

“mm.. jakey..” you gripped onto his hair and looked down at him.

his tongue latched onto the nub of your clit hungrily, one hand keeping you pinned to the couch and the other one going higher to massage your breasts. you moaned out at the feeling of so many different feelings at a time. “goddamn mama.. this pussy is gonna be the death of me. could eat this pussy all day.” he moaned into your clit, closing his eyes as he embraced your cunt as if it were some prize he had worked for all week.

your legs clamped around his head, trying to get more friction. by now, he’s memorized all the parts that make you squirm whenever his tongue brushes across it. “had such a bad fucking— day today. fuck.. stupid fucking workers don’t know what they’re doing.. mmngh..missed this sweet pussy angel..”

jake groans into your sopping cunt about how, "can’t believe i had to wait all day for this little pussy.. fuck," pausing, simply to pull back and shoot at messy dime of spit right in between your folds. “was thinking about this fucking pussy all day. my fucking pussy.”

“daddy—please..”

the name falls right onto your lips, “daddy’s here baby. tell daddy what you want and he’ll give you it. you know daddy doesn’t like when you don’t speak.” he groaned softly into your sensitive bud, sending a wave of pleasure through your body.

his fingers dig into the plush of your thighs before sticking his tongue inside you. your back arches off the bed as you felt his tongue swirl specifically around your clit. “come on. answer me baby or i’ll stop.”

“o-oh fu—ck! wan you to eat me out until i.. cry..” you moaned out, your hands frantically trying to find something to grab as jake continued the abuse on your cunny.

"feels so fuckin- fuck, need more," you squeal as you deepen the arch of your back to get closer, your head naturally falling backwards. you were a blabbering mess.

the second you peer down and meet his gaze, he slips an obnoxiously long finger inside you, curling upwards to instantly find your sweet spot. over and over and over again, just to get that satisfying feeling of hearing you moan. all because of him. his lips never detaching from where he always insists they always belong. “such a greedy fucking girl. need more baby? need more of daddy’s tongue? beg for it, angel.”

“pl—ease daddy.. gonna.. gonna be so good for you.” you begged. the tip of his tongue hits that mushy spot that has your toes curling immediately— which doesn’t go unnoticed by jake, gaining a low chuckle from him.

he’s putting his lips back onto your swollen clit, slushing and slobbering his tongue against it as he pistons his digit deep inside you. “ff-fuuuckkk.. right there jakey! m’gonna- ah!”

“cum for me angel. you deserve it.” you moaned out before releasing all over his face. his chin covered in all your juices, his face remained with a proud “i did that” look as he pulled his digits out of you.

you sighed, closing your eyes shut. such an eager boy.

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[edward-munson]

don't you give up (i won't give up) | E.M

Summary: Eddie is hanging between life and death during the events in the Upside Down | Modern Hawkins

Pairing: Eddie Munson x f!reader

Word Count: 5.4k

Warnings: Mentions of blood, injuries. Smut (p in v) 18+ MDNI, fingering, aftercare. (I thought about the title inspired by "Let Me Love You" by Justin Bieber. I know it's completely random, but trust the process)

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The first few seconds of what just happened before your eyes will forever haunt you. There's something too inexplicable about everything you've been going through the past weeks. While Steve, Nancy and Robin went after Vecna, you stayed behind with Dustin and Eddie.

The latter was thrown on the floor, blood coming out of him nonstop as the demobats fed off his flesh. You could only let out a whisper of horror before you rushed to him, kneeling beside his limp body. He was still breathing, but the amount of red fluid leaving his mouth was shocking. He was almost gargling on it. Your first instinct was to rip off your shirt and start to cover his wounds, carefully moving his head to the side so he wouldn't choke.

I used to believe

We were burnin' on the edge of somethin' beautiful

Somethin' beautiful

Dustin came right next, his voice screaming painfully loud as he seemed petrified at the sight. You don't remember how you were able to speak, but you told him you needed to leave with Eddie right at that moment. He was wheezing, his skin becoming rigid and he was probably beginning to feel shock.

"What the f-fuck is happening? What is happening?" His tone was desperate and aggravating as the minutes went by.

It didn't dawn on you how long you would have to run until you got to the gate in his trailer. And you wouldn't be able to hold him while riding the bike. The longer it took you, the more terrified you felt. The more he was starting to feel his body become unbearable. Dustin had a sprained ankle, he was doing his best to run after you while holding his friend for dear life.

Sellin' a dream

Smoke and mirrors keep us waitin' on a miracle

On a miracle

When you finally made it to the trailer, Jonathan and Hopper were waiting for you to pick him up, as you tied him to the sheet that separated both worlds. They pulled him first, the chief rushing to get him to the hospital, while Jonathan helped you and Dustin next. He drove you afterwards, a dreadful sensation of what could happen to him. The realization that it wouldn't have been enough to save him.

He stayed in the ICU for days, tied to machines and barely breathing from swallowing blood. His lungs were filled with liquid because of that, his wounds ended up being infected.

There wasn't a day that wouldn't go missing without you or your friends visiting him and Max. His Hellfire friends, especially the younger ones, would read comics to him every day. Eleven tried to do telepathy, willing to make sure how he was healing. It was slow, barely any improvement. But no one would lose faith that he would get better, just like Max.

Say, go through the darkest of days

Heaven's a heartbreak away

Never let you go, never let me down

It felt like ages, but it took him nearly two months to recover slightly, until he woke up. You weren't there when it happened, Robin and Steve were there and they both made an entire show about it in the hall. He was still alive, but still hanging on. His skin was paler, his features were skinnier, hollowed cheeks were too evident on his face.

His hair was clearly in need of a good care, and his voice was hoarse from the lack of speaking. There was still a lot to recover, and each time he would have someone visit him, he would never get bored. You were all doing different things with him, making sure he would distract himself from the memories of what had happened.

Whenever you would get in, his face would light up. Brown eyes glinting with joy of seeing you. Eddie would always freeze when asked about how he felt or what he remembers from that day. His mind goes spiraling at the thought of it. He doesn't remember the last few minutes.

He remembers the bats ripping his skin off, the sound of flesh being pulled out of him, too shocked to even react. At times, he swears he can still feel the sensation. He needs to take sleeping pills, otherwise he would never sleep. And even if he does, his brain draws out the event repeatedly.

Oh, it's been a hell of a ride

Driving the edge of a knife

Never let you go, never let me down

Eddie needs to do therapy twice a week. It doesn't get easier with time, it gets more bearable. It gnaws him to the point of him wishing he could shut his mind off from everything. El can't do much for him when he asks for help, she can only see the trauma, the stress and the pain from all of it. You walk through it all with him.

You make him let it all out, you give him comforting words and a reassuring smile that things can get better. A deep sigh always escapes his lips when he's with you. He felt that before everything happened, but when shit went down, he didn't have time to work it out. He almost forgot.

Your feather light touch makes his skin numb, in a good way. The touch almost burns the spot. When you hold his hand, he yearns from the thought of interlacing his fingers with yours. He hates to see himself that skinny, thinking he looks too hideous. You're not focusing on it, not in the slightest. He misses you when you kiss his forehead goodbye, tugging at his bangs when you fix them. He would ask you to stay the night and make him company and you would never refuse it.

Don't you give up, nah, nah, nah

I won't give up, nah, nah, nah

Let me love you

Let me love you

You've seen him growing out of the fear, of the reluctance of being out in the world again. Months later, and he was feeling like himself again. He started working, giving himself a new life. Eddie didn't want to let everything that Vecna did to be a part of his memory.

°♡•☆

You're sitting across from him at the table as you play poker. He taught you how to play during the days he spent in the hospital. You see the way he cages his lower lip between his teeth, fingertips tapping against the cards in his hands. Everyone seems to be enjoying the sunny summer day at the pool at Steve's cabin. A year later, and you all decided to celebrate his rebirth, his life. Somewhere across Hawkins, the teens are celebrating Max as well.

You wait until his next move, but he takes longer than necessary to play. "Oh my God, will you stop fucking bluffing and just play?"

He feigned a gasp and lowered the cards from his face, enough to look at you through his sunglasses.

"Don't interrupt the master, baby. He's focused" You roll your eyes, using your instep to swat his knee under the table. "Ow! Is that really necessary?"

"I should be asking you the same, you moron."

Eddie doesn't take the mocking insult to heart, stalling on purpose this time just to see you become furious at him. Robin keeps delivering small pieces of barbecue to you two, as well as the drinks Nancy has been making to everyone.

He seems to ponder before placing his cards over the table. Three of a kind, which means he got 3 cards of the same value. You try to hold back a smirk, but he notices right away, slumping against his chair.

Don't fall asleep

At the wheel, we've got a million miles ahead of us

Miles ahead of us

"Fuck off. No way!" His voice is loud enough for your friends to suddenly gather around. They like to be the audience whenever you two play, only because they know how competitive he can be. "No, no, no. Nuh-uh"

His denial is almost too adorable. He knows he's about to lose when you playfully push your tongue between your teeth and grin. A shit eating grin.

"Well, well, pretty boy. See for yourself" You display your cards and you hear your friends exclaiming in surprise.

You got a full house. And Eddie isn't surprised. He can be smug all he wants, he knows when he's going to lose. He's a sore loser as well.

You bring your hand over your ear and move your head to the side, mocking him "Master of what now?"

"Shut up" He mumbles in complete denial.

"You're just bad at it, Munson. Just admit it" Jonathan pinches his cheek and shakes it, earning a slap on his forearm.

"Whatever. I'm going for a swim" Eddie straightens up from his chair, lifting his swim shorts as he fixes the straps.

You watch him pick up the cards and organize them into the small box. His lips are curled upwards, but his hair almost covers the way he's trying to smile. He likes to see you winning against him. He swears he doesn't cheat for you to win, he loves seeing you cheer whenever he loses. Truth to his friends' words, he's definitely a sore loser, but he doesn't mind you winning.

Eddie pulled some weight after he left the hospital. He was definitely more fit. Not muscly, but absolutely in shape, just like Steve. You can see his stomach fold just enough. His arms are thicker than before and he has a lot more to grab, even his thighs. He covered his scars with tattoos from things he likes. Your favorite one being the snake wrapped around a sword over his left side.

All that we need

Is a rude awakening to know we're good enough (yeah)

Know we're good enough

"Nice round, love. I'm glad I taught you well" Eddie gives you a sympathetic smile before sprinting to the pool, throwing himself at the water as it almost splashes at Vickie, who's sunbathing.

You watch from your seat as he laughs at the jokes Jonathan makes, at the way he's so unbothered to be shirtless after everything that happened. To his demeanor when he talks with Robin and Nancy. Steve pulls a lounge chair beside yours and sighs deeply, putting his sunglasses on as he runs his fingers through his damp hair.

"He seems pretty happy" He says, taking a swig from his beer and you nod in agreement. "Never thought I would see him smiling ever again after that."

The man next to you also carries scars along his body. His neck has a fading mark from when a demobat choked him, his sides also have bite marks from their teeth. He didn't hide like Eddie did, but he doesn't care they're there, it means he survived.

"It's like nothing ever happened, but I know he has nightmares sometimes. I like to see him this way, like he never lived it."

Steve knows. He knows more than anyone, even more so than Robin, that you carry feelings for his best friend. He’s always known, before things went to shit. And he’s also very aware that the metalhead likes you too. It’s been a few months ever since he gripped your hands and talked off his feelings, asking you to wait. He wanted to heal first, he wanted to feel better before anything could happen between you two, and you agreed to it. You gave him space, you respected his wish and showed him support. You were still waiting, still lingering on the thought of finally being with him. 

Say, go through the darkest of days

Heaven's a heartbreak away

Never let you go, never let me down

“God, birdie. Stop gawking at him, it’s gonna burn holes on his body and it’s not like he doesn’t have scars already” He nudges your elbow playfully and you flip him off, ruffling his hair. 

“Shut up, Harrington.” He’s still chuckling, looking at you with amusement. You frowned, but deep inside you knew you were staring too much at him. 

You’ve spent the entire day by the pool, almost getting sunburnt from how long you’ve all stayed out. You’ve had dinner at the table outside, relishing on the starry sky above you. The moon shined upon you, the pool water reflecting its beauty. You all smoked a joint after eating, sprawled out either on the lounge chair or on the grass around the place. You played Uno before most of your friends decided to go inside and get some rest, leaving just you and Eddie alone. 

He had his Spotify on the big speaker, a faint song by some band he likes playing while you two just enjoyed each other’s company. He was scrolling through his phone, snorting at something random every few minutes. You were just watching him. 

“You’re not being subtle, love. What is it?” He asked all of a sudden, lifting his eyes from his phone to look at you, and you just shrug. “No, don’t start with that thing with me.”

“What, I can’t look? Isn’t that the whole purpose of having eyes?” You play oblivious, resting your chin over your hands, your elbows bent above the table. 

Eddie chuckles at your response and rolls his eyes. “Yeah, smartass. You know what I mean.”

You get up from the lounge chair and walk towards the edge of the pool, sitting down, dropping your feet over the water. He stays behind on the table, watching you with curious eyes and a big question mark over his head. 

“It’s… I love seeing you. I love the idea of having you around, knowing you’re still alive.” You feel him sitting beside you, water almost knee deep. “I love the way you still joke around us and how you enjoy yourself.”

Oh, it's been a hell of a ride

Driving the edge of a knife

Never let you go, never let me down

He smiles. It’s not a sad one, but it’s also not a happy one either. It comes with some kind of pain from the memories of the past event. He ponders for a good minute and something snaps inside of him. The realization of what he’s been witnessing the past few months crashing down on him. Eddie had always seen the way you looked at him, the way you would always take care of him, he knows you’ve talked about feelings before, but he wasn’t sure you would still wait for him after all. And then, right there, sitting next to you, he decides to push aside any fear, and uses one of his hands to slide over your lap, reaching your fingers. He grips your hand, tight, and turns over to look at you. 

You do the same, and you watch the way his eyes sparkle with something you can’t decipher. And then, out of nowhere, he pulls you into the water with him, barely having time to react to his idea. His hand never left yours, even when you almost reach the bottom, trying to swat him away as you make your way to the surface.

You breathe out, heaving for the lack of air. He comes out of the water, breaking in laughter as his hair sticks to his face.

"You motherfuc–" He doesn't let you finish, spitting water towards you, cackling at the way you contort from annoyance. "Eddie! What was that for?"

He places both hands on your waist, still smiling at you with a devilish grin. "And I love the way you look at me. I love the way you've always cared for me, the way you always took care of me"

You soften at his touch and his words, feeling his fingertips against your skin. The led lights from the pool changed colors each second. You feel the hardness of the edge of the pool as he cages you. His hair is still sticking to his face, almost hiding his features, and you lift a hand to move the strands. He purses his lips, that are still curled upwards, taking in your soft touch on his skin. Your palm is spread over his jawline, thumb ghosting over his cheek.

Don't you give up, nah, nah, nah

I won't give up, nah, nah, nah

Let me love you

Let me love you

You watch him tilt his head, eyes frozen at you. "I love the way you look at me too" You almost whisper.

"I... I think I'm ready" He speaks up again, closing the distance between your bodies when his chest hovers over you. He brings one hand over your face as well, his fingertips grazing the nape of your hair.

"Are you sure?" You're feeling your heart rate pick up at the sight of him. Tattoos spread all over his body, small marks of scars peeking out of the ink that don't cover them all.

Eddie nods and bites his lower lip, leaving a deep sigh. He brings his forehead to rest against yours, and his mouth is merely inches from touching your mouth.

"God, I've wanted this for as long as I can remember. I just needed time" You can sense the nervousness coating his tone, but his hands are firm on you.

Your other hand holds his wrist for support "I'm so–"

He doesn't waste time letting you finish, finally closing the distance and crashing his lips against yours. Desperate fingers tangle your hair when he lashes out, his tongue touching your ferociously. He can still taste like weed, a faint taste of the wine he had as well, and you whimper against his mouth.

"God, don't do that" He pleads with his mouth still attached to yours. Your free hand goes up to his curls, raking your fingers over them. Your tongues clash against each other in a savoring kiss.

Eddie tries to stay focused on the moment, but he wants to drown in you. He wants to feel you entirely. He pulls your lower lip between his teeth and groans in urgency. You can feel his fingertips digging on your waist, his body almost leaning against you, almost buckling forward to feel you deeper.

You pull out to take a breath, filling your lungs with air as you try to soothe your own heart. "I want more, Eddie."

He's not surprised when you say it out loud. He'd been wanting this too. Especially with you. "Yeah, me too, baby."

He pulls you against him as he walks towards the steps in the pool, reaching for the shallow surface. He walks to the table and grabs the towel for both of you, messily drying himself so fast you bet he's still going to be wet. 

Since you were sharing the bedroom with Robin, you both go to Eddie's bedroom. He didn't want to share a room with Steve and you're glad he didn't. He closes the door behind him, eyes lingering at you, at the way you're eagerly waiting for it to happen as much as he does. He rushes a few steps towards you, cupping your face, moving his lips to yours once more. He kisses you like he needs air, like it's the last thing he wants to do. You feel the back of your knees hitting the foot of the bed, flopping down as you watch him with lust.

You look at his body, at the way his chest rises and falls, at how there's a tattoo peeking out of the hem of his swim shorts. He's quick to pick a condom from his drawer, leaving it to the side, immediately climbing on the bed. His body hovers over you, his hair cascading over his shoulders. He spread sweet, wet kisses along your neck, your collarbones and your chest, between your breasts and under them. He uses his hand to untie the straps of your bikini top, slowly pulling them off, fingertips ghosting against your skin as he starts to reveal your nipple.

The air that leaves his lips touches your sensitive spot and it makes you shiver. You let out a shocked gasp when he flattens his tongue over your hardened nipple, leaving a languish lick. Eddie circles your skin softly, using his free hand to slide over your stomach, reaching your bikini bottom. You don't want to overthink how the fuck he's such an expert at it, so you shut your brain down and focus on him. His fingers slip under the fabric, spreading your cunt, collecting your wetness.

"Oh God, Eddie" You mewled, feeling him humming against your breast. You know you're too far gone at this point and he just got started.

Don't you give up, nah, nah, nah

I won't give up, nah, nah, nah

Let me love you

Let me love you

He strokes your slit up and down, circling your clit almost lightly. It's staggering, it makes your head dizzy. Your eyes roll back to your skull when he sucks your nipple, hollowing his checks when he pulls pressure to it. His ring and middle finger slip inside of you smoothly, ripping a moan out of you. Eddie knows he's not going to last long, because it's been a long time ever since he had sex. And also because the sounds you make are like lullabies to him.

He pumps his fingers and curls them into you, making you roll your hips in reflex. He flicks his tongue over your nipple and it drives you to the edge of sanity. Your hand flies up to his hair, grabbing a fistful of his curls as you pull it back. He loves the way you have no idea how hard you're pulling his hair but he loves it. His fingers leave your cunt and you whine. The feeling of missing his touch is almost unbearable. He brings them to his mouth, sucking them off as he tastes you. It leaves you in awe at the sight of him almost falling apart for you.

Eddie slowly removes your bikini top, not ever leaving his eyes from yours. You clash your lips again, tongues almost interlacing together. He helps you remove the last piece of clothing you have before getting rid of his own shorts. His cock springs free, tip leaking with precum and length pulsing with anticipation. You take your time relishing at the sight, swallowing harshly. You want to gag on him, you want to choke on him. You reach to hold his shaft and he stops you.

"We'll have plenty of time, baby. I want you to have a good time" He rasps, lying on his back. He's waiting for you, holding your hand.

You just nod as you shoot him a smile, grabbing the condom from the nightstand. You crawl back, legs on each side of his outer thighs, a thundering feeling coursing through your veins until it reaches your stomach. You don't know how you don't feel shy or embarrassed of being completely naked for him, but he doesn't either. You hold his cock, stroking him gently a few times, swiping off the liquid from his tip down to his shaft. He buckles his hips upwards in response, cursing through his teeth.

You wrap him and, before you even sit on top of him, you take in his body. The way he lies pretty for you, the way his chest looks good from that angle. Your hands roam through his body, your fingertips slithering over his tattoos. You can see the way he hairs on his skin all stand up from your touch.

"You're so beautiful, Eddie. So gorgeous" You whisper to him, memorizing every inch of his body.

He's mesmerized, he watches you from that position and all he wants to do is spend his life like that. "You're too beautiful, love. You're a sight to sore eyes."

His grin grows wide when you shy away. One of your hands slips down his torso until it reaches his cock again. He throws his hair back and inhales painfully. You line yourself above him, guiding his tip through your folds, rubbing it against your clit. You bite your lower lip from the contact and his hands hold your waist for leverage. You slowly start sinking, your cunt enveloping his hardness entirely until he's deep into your walls.

Your jaw goes slack and you can't hold back the moan that leaves your lips. He can't keep his eyes open, mouth agape as well. "Fuck that's so good, baby." His voice drops an octave and his tone becomes husky, and you clench around him at the sound of it.

You start to move your hips back and forth, eyes trained at him all the time. Your palms are flat against his chest, while he digs his nails on your skin. One thing you've come to love about it, is the way he doesn't care he's being vocal. He praises you the entire time, he keeps his voice low so only you can hear it. Eddie brings you forward, your body leaning against his chest. He snakes both arms around you and holds your waist firmly. It brings you closer to him, it makes you feel different sensations.

He starts pounding on you, ripping off a gasp from you as you bury your face against his shoulder. It muffles your whining and your moaning. He pumps inside of you, the tip of his cock hitting your walls as you clench again. The more you do it, the more excited he gets.

"You're too fucking good, love. Taking me so well, God" He whispers over your ear, one of his hands coming up to grab a fistful of your hair as he pulls it hard just like you did.

You jolt your head back, barely keeping your eyes open, while looking at him through hazy eyes. Your crying fills the air along with the slapping sound of his hip against your ass. "Fuck, Eddie. Just like that."

"I want you to come for me, baby. Please, I'm gonna cum" He's desperate, almost panting. His fingers dig deeper into your skin as his cock is rock hard.

You start to roll your hips around him, your eyes meet the back of your head one more time. Eddie moans your name, heaving sweet nothings as he feels the coil about to snap inside of him. He drops his hands to squeeze your ass, thrusting upwards to meet you in the middle.

You're the first to feel the dizzying apex as your toes curl and your fingers squeeze his chest. Your pussy throbs around his cock, clenching as you feel your blood pressure rise. Your pulse is beating too fast, and you're mumbling incoherent words. Your hips stutter and you can't move as you cum around Eddie, who's about to sputter into his condom.

"Jesus– Fuc– Shit" He curses through the dazed orgasm. His cock twitches inside of you, jolting an electricity that crosses his veins. His eyes flutter shut, while he waits for his high to come down.

You smile at him, even though he doesn't see it. You're both a mess of panting and sweat, trapped into each other. You still ride him out of his orgasm and he jumps with the overstimulation.

"God, don't do that" Eddie whines when you freeze on your spot and giggle at him. "It hurts. Jesus, baby."

You can't get over the pet name. He calls you that 98% of the time and you love it.

You stay sat on him, feeling your body limp. He's becoming soft after a couple of minutes like that and you both hiss when you pull yourself up. He finds the towel to wrap it around his waist and disappears only for a few seconds before walking to the bed with a paper towel. The aftercare makes your heart flutter. It's even more sweet when he glances at you with a lopsided smile. His bangs are tousled and sticking to his forehead. He flops onto the bed close to you, handing you a shirt and your bikini bottom.

When you're finally dressed, he spoons you. His head leans on the crook of your neck and you can feel he's breathing evenly.

"You know" He speaks up, fingers slipping between yours "I knew I loved you when you said you wanted to help Wayne with the steps of the trailer. My old man thought you and I had something going on that day."

You grin widely at the memory. You were at his place just to pick up your phone charger, but Eddie was busy in the bathroom at the same time his uncle had to leave to run a few errands. You helped him walk down the steps because he had issues with them, just like the stairs. His hip problem prevented him from doing simple things like that.

"And then when you wanted to watch us play D&D. After we started spending more time together, I noticed how nervous I would get around you. And one day Steve told me about the difference between being in love and loving someone. You can't have either sometimes, and I realized I had both."

Don't you give up, nah, nah, nah

I won't give up, nah, nah, nah

Let me love you

Let me love you

He scooted even closer to you "I remember that day. When they flew right at me. The look of fear in your eyes. I was afraid of losing you too. I was afraid of you losing me."

You could hear the wavering in his voice "Eddie, I thought I lost you right there."

He squeezed you tighter "I saw the way you ran. The way you tried to make me stay awake. I almost said it, the way I wished I could've always said. Not just a simple 'I love you'."

You move your head to the side, turning over to try and look at him.

"You're it for me, birdie. I love you so much. I've always loved you and always you. And I'm so glad I have met you. You're my angel."

Your stomach twists to a tight knot at the revelation. You loved him too. You were never able to say it the way you should've said long before either. Because you do.

"I love you too, Eds. Love you like I never did before."

"Thank you for showing up in my life. Wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you."

"I think Eddie and Robin would be very offended if they heard you" You chuckle as you turn on your side to fully face him.

"Think they're going to be pissed at me and you either way after tonight."

You open your mouth and he laughs at the way your features display some sort of desperation "You think they heard us?"

"I think even the trees heard us, sweetheart."

You slap him on the shoulder, watching him hold back the loudest cackle he wanted to let out. "I'm kidding, jeez. You're so mean when you're not riding me."

He shields himself with his pillow when you straighten up to hit him with another slap. "What's wrong with you? We're not fifteen."

"I'm just kidding! God help me when you're in a bad mood."

"I'm never in a bad mood."

"Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror when you're on your period?" You almost choke on your own spit at the statement.

"How did we manage to change the topic so fast?"

He laughs when you giggle and you both share a look.

"We've always shared the same vibe, baby. Dark humor, good taste in music and shit. I just had to recover before I was ready. And I'm glad you waited."

He swipes a strand of hair out of your face, pulling it behind your ear. His fingers slither down, reaching your jawline. Your hand wraps around his wrist, thumb stroking his skin.

"I would always wait for you, Munson."

Eddie blushes. It's one of the most sweet and genuine reactions. He purses his lips when he smiles.

He never believed someone could love him, never believed anyone would see him the way you do. And if you had to save him, you would do it all over again. As many times as you needed.

You two shower - not together - and get on his bed. Legs tangled and lazy kisses. He holds you closer with an arm wrapped around your neck as he holds his phone up for both of you. He scrolls through pictures and videos. They're from before Vecna, and it's the first time he's showing you everything he registered. From moments like those when you would all get together, to dull things like his D&D campaigns, rehearsals with his Corroded Coffin band mates and picnic with your friends at Lovers Lake.

There's one picture you love the most. It's one of you two dressed as Steve and Robin when they used to work at Scoops Ahoy. You were at the halloween party Nancy threw at her house almost two years ago. It made your friends lose their shit and the former employees shared an amused look back in the day.

Don't you give up, nah, nah, nah

I won't give up, nah, nah, nah

Let me love you

Let me love you

He's not afraid to go through the pictures and videos of stuff you found about Vecna. He's not even sure how his phone still survived everything. There was no signal between Upside Down and Hawkins. It didn't even work when it was near a gate.

But now, as he faces his smartphone, feeling your warmth beside him, he can't help but feel good he's still alive. He pressed his lips against your forehead and whispered that he loves you.

He likes to think that, a year ago, things changed for the better.

[homosexualgirlandbags]

I need sleep and I have school TMR but fuck that bullshit. The board can suck a dick and die choking a strap.

Johnny likes showering with Simon.

Maybe it was the added steam between the both of them, or the closeness you could get when cramped inside a shower stall. But he really couldn't resist much when the blonde invited him into the stall.

The water was a bit too warm, for Johnny's preference, but it was still relaxing all the same. He could feel Simon's hands on his mohawk, muttering about how 'bloody ugly it is' and how 'I 'ought to shave it off one day'. He ignores Simon's vaguely offensive comments and focused on the feeling of Simon's hands carding through his hair.

It wasn't everyday you get the privilege of getting with your loved ones, nor is it often that Simon gets some time off for once. He could smell the fancy lavender conditioner from behind, Simon pulling at his hair as he applied the flowery oil.

'Didnae knew you enjoy these, L.t, saw your cabinet full of mouthwash'

He comments, almost cheekily staring at him before getting smacked right side up on the head for his admission of sneaking into Simon's office.

"Bastard. I'll get you next time"

Johnny could only admire the slight wrinkles around Simon's eyes as he gave out a puff, how his freckles seemed more obvious in the heat of the bathroom.

"Awhhhh, are ya blushing now, Si? Proper schoolboy couldn't keep it in, yea?"

He didn't move fast enough to avoid a second smack, though it hardly deterred him. He could see Simon rolling his eyes as he yanks his mohawk, guiding him towards the water. Johnny could feel Simon's hands again, this time lathering his body with soap.

Johnny could feel his blood rushing south as Simon leaned in far too close, close enough to press him against a wall and speak into his ear.

'Disgusting fella with a damn right filthy mouth, aren't ya? Let's see how much you act like a schoolboy then, hmm?'

Johnny lasts a ground breaking record of 12 minutes before tugging Simon back to bed, soap still clinging onto their bodies as they fucked.

[witchygagirlwrites]

No Leftovers

Jay Halstead x Voight Daughter Reader (Nicknamed Little Bird/Birdie)

You make a move back home to Chicago and face your past. Along with it you meet your dad and Erin's unit which includes Jay Halstead. He pursues you but you are tired of coming in second to Erin.

Warnings: Erin is not the usual sweetheart and Voight has issues with his daughter

“So, I need some help” you knew as soon as you called Justin and said those words your brother would be on high alert. “What’s wrong Birdie?” you laughed lightly “Not like that Justin. I got a new job” 

You heard him audibly sigh a breath of relief “Lead with that. Had me wondering how me and Al are gonna make it to Boston in enough time to cover up whatever happened” you laughed lightly “Well it’s good news because I get to see you more regularly but unfortunately it also means I’m going to have to be working with dad and Erin” he sucked in air between his teeth “Shit, little sister. You’re the new A.D.A they hired?” “That’d be me. I need a place so think you could help me out?” he chuckled “I’m guessing you don’t want dad to know?” 

When you answered with silence he laughed again “Ok then, I’ll call a few people. How are we doing this?” You looked around your apartment “The idea is that if you can find a place, I’ll just ship my stuff and if need be I can send you some money to help pay movers or something unbox” “You send your stuff, I’ll get the place set up. I’ll call you in a day or two” he told you and you smiled, you knew you could rely on Justin. “Thank you” “I got you baby sis” he replied before you told each other goodbye and hung up.

You sat down on the couch and looked around. You liked Boston, you really did but damn you missed Justin. You never got to visit your mom’s grave. You hadn’t seen Al and his family in years. Trudy had gotten married and you’d simply been able to send a gift. 

The pay was more in Chicago, the benefits were better and you got to be home. The only fall back was you had to work with your dad and his golden girl. You refused to let those two keep you away from Chicago and your brother any longer.

“I’ll be fine Justin” you were trying to convince him that you would be ok. He’d managed to not only find you a decent place in a decent neighborhood, within your price range but he’d set it up himself to have it ready for you and had kept you a secret for the last two weeks while you ran around signing off on your paperwork with the district’s attorney office and just getting adjusted to being home.

You didn’t need him to take the day off his job to hold your hand on your first day. Just because the D.A. decided to throw you to the wolves from the word go. You parked in front of the twenty-first precinct, grabbed your briefcase and climbed out of your suv and headed for the door.  You squared your shoulders as you opened the door, fuck your dad or Erin. This was your job. 

________________________

The moment you stepped in you heard Trudy’s voice “Oh my god. Birdie?” she was around the desk and pulling you into a hug before you knew it. You couldn’t help but smile at seeing at least one friendly face from the start. “Hey Trudy. Did you get my wedding gift?” she nodded “Thank you so much for the tickets to the bahamas. We had an amazing time” you shrugged “Least I could since I couldn’t make it back”

“I’ve missed seeing you” she told you once she let you go and you motioned with your briefcase “Well good news. You’ll be seeing a lot more of me. I’m here because I’m the new A.D.A. I was assigned the most recent case intelligence worked so I need to speak with a detective Halstead” she nodded “Come on, I’ll walk you up”

______________________

You followed her up the stairs and she stopped at the palm scanner then held the gate for you once it popped. “I wish you wouldn’t have stayed gone so long” you shrugged “I never meant to, just things happened” “I know sweetie” she replied as the two of you made it to the top of the stairs and damn near every set of eyes landed on you.

“Who are you?” one man asked and you had to admit he was good looking, probably older than you with tattoos sticking out of the sleeve of his shirt. You were about to introduce yourself when Al stepped around the corner “Little bird!” and quickly made it across the floor to pull you into his arms. 

The commotion of someone new must have summoned everyone because two more men stepped out of the break room then your dad and Erin stepped out of his office. You felt yourself stiffen your spine immediately. “Birdie, what are you doing here?” he asked and you laughed lightly “Hey to you too dad”

“Dad?” all four men and the other woman who’d just come up the stairs behind Trudy echoed. You cut your eyes around the room and held your arms out “Surprise. Also I’m your new A.D.A.” 

“You’re the new A.D.A.?” Erin asked and you cut your eyes at her “Yeah Lindsay. Why?” she shrugged “Just curious” you didn’t want to rise to the bait. “They sought me out and offered me twice my salary in Boston. Was worth it” you turned back to your dad “I’ve been assigned your most recent case. I need to prep your detective before court is the only reason I am here. The sooner I can do that, the sooner I can leave”

He held your eyes for just a second before nodding and waving one of the men over. When he got to you he smiled slightly and offered his hand “Jay Halstead ma’am” you nodded “Just A.D.A. Voight is good” he was handsome. Six foot, seafoam blue eyes and a smile to die for but you’d heard the name from Justin. This was your dad’s pick to take over the unit one day. “Want to speak in the break room. It will only take about fifteen minutes then you can get on with your day” he nodded “Of course” and waved a hand towards the break room.

When you started to walk away your dad called your name and you cut your eyes back “I’m at work sergeant. I’ll call you later” he nodded so you walked into the break room, pulling the file you needed from your briefcase and sat across from Jay.

______________________

You ran through the line of questioning you would do, the probable line of questioning the defense would take and made sure Jay was ready for any angle. When you were certain he was you stood, tucking everything into your briefcase. “I’ll see you in court” he watched you stand “I never knew Voight had a daughter” you scoffed “Not a biological one anyways?” he looked over his shoulder to where Erin had just walked past the open door. “Yeah”

You shrugged “We drifted after my mom got sick. Then when she died, it was only worse. Anyway, I’ll see you in court detective. Wear a suit and keep the temper I’ve heard about in check and we should be fine”  “Yes ma’am. Was nice meeting you Y/N”

You walked out of the break room and nodded to Kim, Adam, Kevin and Antonio in turn “It was nice to meet you all” then headed for the steps. Not looking back when you heard your dad’s office door open. You’d spent years begging for scraps of affection from that man after your mom’s passing. You were done. Justin had one too many yelling matches with him on your behalf. He had his golden girl, the detective. You were just you.

You walked down the steps and smiled at Trudy “I’m back in town so we need to get together soon” she nodded “I’d love that” you gave her your number then headed back outside. You would be glad to get back to the office.

You laughed at Justin’s face. His girlfriend Olive had made dinner and it was really good but bless your brother when he’d attempted to add salt he’d not checked to make sure the lid of the shaker was secure so now his plate was effectively ruined. “You want the rest of mine?” you offered and Olive shook her head with a laugh “There’s more Birdie. I’ll get him more” he looked at her “I’ll get it. You and Birdie talk”

He’d wanted you and her to get to know each other better. You’d solely spent time with the two of them since coming back home anyways. Justin was the only person in your corner and Olive didn’t know the same people you did so there was no chance of her accidentally busting you out. 

“Have you talked to Hank anymore?” she asked and you grimaced “Beyond the phone call to ask why I didn’t let him know I was moving back? No. I have court tomorrow though with one of his detectives to close a case” Justin walked back into the room and sat down next to you “How did Erin treat you?” you cut your eyes at him and he grinned slightly “That good huh?” you laughed “Sibling rivalry? I guess. I don’t mean to feel how I do but damn I am his daughter not her” Justin nodded “I know but that’s on him. You’re amazing birdie. If dad can’t see what type of woman you’ve become don’t let that affect you. I’m proud of you and mom would be” you smiled at him “Thank you Justin” he nodded “Now eat” you rolled your eyes “Yes big brother” and that made Olive laugh.

Jay normally hated being on the witness stand but with you as the A.D.A.? He was mesmerized watching you work. You owned the courtroom. He’d never seen anything like it. You had the defense attorney floundering and when you questioned him he found himself biting the urge to follow your steps with his eyes as you walked. Where the hell had you practiced law before now? 

Once the questioning was handed over to the defense attorney he watched you play with a pencil and knew when you grinned and called an objection that the defense had stumbled themselves even before the judge called a sustained

The final conviction came down and you’d gotten the highest for the perp. He’d killed two women in the process of  trafficking victims. He would never see the light of day as a free man again.

Somehow you’d gotten talked into going out to a bar called Mollys. Apparently a couple of the firefighters from Fifty one owned it. Good enough for you. You were sitting by yourself at the bar when Jay walked up next to you “Can I sit A.D.A. Voight?” you rolled your eyes “Everyone calls me Birdie, Jay” he grinned “Birdie”

He sat down and looked at you “You were amazing in court yesterday” you nodded “Working in Boston will do that to you. That’s a huge circuit” he shrugged “Still, I have to admit that was the first time I didn’t hate being in court. You’re something to watch” 

You raised an eyebrow “Jay are you trying to compliment me?” he nodded “I am actually” you laughed “Thank you I guess?” he grinned “Plus you’re the prettiest D.A. that I’ve ever been questioned by” you shook your head “and you work for my dad” he shrugged “Not working right now. Let me buy you a beer” 

“Ok” you agreed and he smiled “Ok” and waved Herrman over to order two beers.

______________________

You were talking to Jay for the better part of two hours. You had to admit he wasn’t just a pretty face. He seemed like a decent guy too. He was sweet and easy to talk to. “So, is there any way I can get your number?” he asked and you shrugged “Why not” 

You’d just gotten through giving him your number when Justin sat down on your other side, death glaring at Jay “Foster sister wasn’t enough? You had to go for Birdie too?”

@desimarie12

You looked from Justin to Jay. “What’s he mean?” Justin nodded at Jay “Loverboy didn’t tell you? Him and Erin were a thing” your head swung around towards Jay “What?” he cut his eyes towards Justin “Like two years ago!” you shook your head and stood up “Take me home Justin” and looked back at Jay “I spent my childhood getting Erin’s hand me downs, I don’t need or want anymore. Forget I gave you my damn number” and stormed out. 

Friends?

[mymindisneverhere]

Double Team

warning: 18+ smut, mndi!, threesome, oral sex, explicit language, use of the N word, dirty talk, completely consensual, a little angsty (Terry and David are mean/intimidating)… forgive me if I missed any. 

Kelvin Harrison Jr. as David 

Aaron Pierre as Terry

summary: Terry invites his best friend David over to chill while he’s in town. After noticing his “girlfriend” Ava’s fondness for David, Terry lets Ava give his friend a happy ending before he leaves. 

a/n: my first time writing a threesome… let me know what y'all think! 

“Did you need anything else before I go back to the room?” Ava asked, trying to get Terry to give her some sort of attention. He had been so caught up in spending time with his friend, he wasn’t paying her any mind at all. 

Terry and David spent majority of their time catching up, sharing stories and playing a few rounds of 2k. They were so busy enjoying each others company, Ava had simply been background noise.

“Nah I’m good.” Terry responded, keeping his eyes locked on the tv screen. 

“David, you need anything?” Ava asked, turning her attention to his friend. She knew what she was doing. Purposely going out of her way to be of service to another man in Terry’s presence just so he could have a reason to acknowledge her. 

“I’m good, thanks!” David replied, meeting her eyes as they stared at his lips. 

“You can leave now, Ava.” Terry said, watching her while she stared at David. This was his third time catching her somewhat in a trance as she looked at his friend. 

He kept his eyes on her as she walked back to his bedroom and instantly got an idea, one that would truly test the “connection” between he and Ava.

David had also noticed how much she stared at him all night, his lips in particular. Even when he wasn’t talking directly to her, her eyes never left his mouth. He’d lick his lips on purpose just to see if she’d lick hers as well and just like clockwork her tongue would peek through before pulling her bottom lip in between her teeth. 

David and Terry were very similar, especially in the way that they loved to see women almost drooling in desperation just to get an ounce of attention from them. It was always the pretty yet easy ones that clung to them no matter where they were.

“Ava!” Terry called. 

Ava appeared once again, waiting for him to let her know what he needed from her. 

He sat quiet for a few seconds, just to watch her fidget with her shorts. He loved the fact that he intimidated her. She was always constantly worrying if she was doing anything that would completely turn him off. She stood there, eyebrows slightly raised as she waited for his instruction.

After a few more seconds he began to speak. Terry gave Ava some bullshit story about him accidentally leaving his phone in the car and not wanting to be a horrible guest by leaving his friend unattended. So he asked Ava to run downstairs to retrieve it for him and she did just that without contest. 

While she spent the next twenty minutes searching for the phone that was in his pocket the whole time, he let David in on the plan he had. Since she wanted so badly to be all in his friend's face he figured he’d give her the “green light” to go all the way if that’s what she wanted to do. 

Terry told David all about his escapades with Ava; how well she’d take him into her throat without struggle, how good she was at following directions, but most of all how desperate she was to please him. 

Terry could say jump and Ava would ask “How high?” and proceed to jump beyond his expectations. She was almost like his personal ‘pet’, there to do whatever he asked, whenever he asked. 

He didn’t care much about her feelings and had made it very clear to her that he had no plans in doing anything past fucking her. However, out of all of the friends he introduced her to, she had only reacted to David in the same way that she would react to Terry.  

Terry was feeling a bit of jealousy but he would never admit that to a girl like Ava. Instead, he wanted to see just how far she’d go just to make him proud… even if that meant fucking his best friend on command. 

Once it clicked to her that his phone wasn’t in his car, she quickly made her way back up to his apartment. The gray jacket from the tracksuit Terry had bought her a few months ago hung off of her shoulder as she pressed the button on the elevator. She folded her arms over her chest and leaned against the back wall. Crossing one leg over the other, she could feel the wetness in between her thighs that clung to the thin shorts she wore with no panties. 

Thoughts of her kissing David had been swirling in her mind since Terry had introduced them. While she was working hard to get Terry to finally commit to her, it was hard for her to not be attracted to his best friend. She wanted so badly to feel his lips on hers… and her lower set too. 

“Ugh, I wish David would hurry up and leave already! I cannot be thinking about fucking him right now.” She said to herself. 

When Ava entered the apartment, the living room was empty. The TV was turned off, the PlayStation remotes were placed on the charging station and it was strangely quiet.

She shut the door behind her and walked deeper into the apartment, peeking her head around the corner until she saw David sitting on Terry’s bed. 

“Get in here.” Terry demanded. 

Ava walked slowly into the bedroom until Terry came into view. He sat in the corner, arms folded and legs spread as if he was preparing to scold her about something. David sat on the edge of the bed leaning forward on his knees as he stared up at her. Both of their stares were so intimidating. She chewed the inside of her jaw as her eyes switched back and forth between Terry and David. 

“You think I don’t know what’s been going on in your mind all night?” Terry asked, voice extremely calm. 

Ava frowned a bit, confused as to what he was referring to. “What?”

Her gaze continued to shift between the two men, both burning holes in her face. She could sense the tension in the air. She could see the hunger in both of their faces even though they tried to hide their desires with blank expressions. 

“Don’t play with me Ava.” Terry eyed her from her head to her feet, licking his lips to keep himself calm. “You thinkin’ about fuckin’ David?”

Ava’s breath caught in her throat as the question left his lips. She was hoping her moments of staring at his friend had gone unnoticed by Terry, but he notices everything about her whether he brings it to her attention or not. She stood quietly as she fiddled with the bottom of her shorts, trying to predict what could possibly come next. 

“Go ahead.” Terry calmly instructed, resting both arms on the sides of the chair. 

Ava swallowed the lump in her throat, unsure of what exactly he wanted her to do. She was thinking that he was simply testing her. After all, the only man she’d been with in the past two years was Terry. 

Once again, her mind swirled with so many thoughts; was Terry going to call it quits and end whatever this was between the two of them if she did this? Or would he end it all if she said no?

She didn’t know the right decision to make at that moment, so she decided to do what she truly wanted to do. 

‘Fuck the consequence.’ She thought. 

Ava turned her attention to David, licking her lips as she stared down at his. He licked his once more, teasing her as he watched her eyes twinkle. He stayed still, waiting to see what she was going to do to please him for the evening. She smirked a bit, feeling a small sense of control as she studied his face. 

David had been a sweetheart all night. The slight look of innocence in his face had her feeling more confident than ever. Ava knew she’d be able to break him down, one thing she had failed to do with Terry.

She took a few steps forward before he stopped her in her tracks. 

“Strip.” David instructed, his gaze never leaving hers.

Ava looked over to Terry who said nothing. His empty expression let her know that he didn’t feel any kind of way about what was happening right before him. He wasn't going to tell his friend what to do with her or how to do it. She had permission do what she wanted and so did David.

She turned her head back to face David and the smirk that she once wore, quickly faded. She pulled the zipper down on her jacket, letting it fall off of her shoulders and onto the floor. Pushing her shorts to the ground, she stepped out one leg at a time. 

Terry licked his lips as he eyed her. Her body was always his favorite thing about her. He shifted in his seat a bit and adjusted his sweatpants, not wanting to poke through his pants just yet. 

Ava took a few steps forward and was stopped once again at the sound of his voice, deep and demanding. 

“Knees.” Terry said, still staring blankly at her. 

She slowly lowered to her knees, one knee touching the soft carpet before the other. Her eyes landed on David's lips once again, full and moistened from his tongue. Her heart was beating so fast, a combination of anxiousness and excitement swirling throughout her body. She placed her hands on his knees to try to find her balance, unsure if she wanted to kiss him softly or shove her tongue down his throat.

“This what you wanted right?” Terry’s voice boomed from the corner of the room. “You’ve been starin’ at the nigga all night, don’t act shy now.”

Ava leaned up a bit and pressed her lips into Davids, moaning from the touch alone. He tilted his head to the side in an effort to deepen their kiss. The sounds of their lips pulling from the other filled the room, making Terry lean back further into the chair. 

David purposely eased himself back a bit in between the kiss, causing Ava to lean forward. The desperation alone was amusing to him. She’d lean in even more and he’d pull his head back even further. 

Eventually her attempts at feeling his lips on hers again had her full breasts rubbing against his hands. He squeezed them tightly, pinching her nipples while he stuck his tongue in her mouth. 

Ava instantly caught onto what he was doing and moaned into his mouth, enjoying the game he was playing with her. He toyed with her nipples, wanting to feel her moan against his lips again. They wrestled with each other, kissing as if they had both been dying to find out what the other tasted like. 

“Scoot back on the bed.” She whispered against his lips. 

He eyed her as she leaned back a bit, just enough to give him room to push his body further onto the large bed. She stood and climbed on top of him, returning her lips to his. The way her body sat above his, the arch in her back, the slight movement of her ass as she made herself comfortable, had Terry’s eyes low but focused solely on her. 

Ava placed kisses down David’s chin until she reached his neck. Sticking her tongue out, she licked his skin before taking it into her mouth. This moment alone had David’s hips lifting slightly off of the bed. The thick bulge in his pants rubbing against her stomach let her know that she had found his sweet spot. 

She walked herself back a bit, coming face to face with his crotch. David lifted his head off of the bed to watch her pull at his joggers. After a quick second, his dick bounced from the loose fitted pants and she bit her lip at the sight of it. 

Ava could sense Terry’s uneasiness from where he sat. He always did a good job at keeping a poker face but she knew it was taking every bit of his strength to keep himself from joining in too soon. 

Grabbing a handful of David’s dick, she ran her tongue up the side as her eyes landed on Terry’s. Both the look of innocence and lust filled them as she took his best friend into her mouth. 

“Fuck.” David spat. 

Ava sucked him slowly with intention in every move she made. Her eyes still never left Terry’s. She knew he’d love to see her be someone else’s bitch at the snap of his finger. The way she moaned while sucking David’s dick was almost as if she was the one being pleasured. It was her way of communicating with Terry without words. If this is what he wanted to see, she was sure to let him know much fun she was having. 

Spit ran down the length of David’s dick, dripping down into the crack of his ass. Ava rolled her head around, slurping and humming as she sucked him. David was impressed and at the same time turned on by her willingness to make a mess, even if she looked crazy doing it. 

‘You can’t worry about bein’ pretty when you tryin’ to suck a nigga soul out.’ Terry would tell her when they first became involved with one another. Just like that, he had taught her what to do and how to do it well. 

Terry couldn’t stay in his seat any longer. He stood up from the chair and walked to the side of the bed. She watched as he approached, already aware of what he wanted from her. 

Using the spit that had poured from her throat, she stroked David with her left hand while pulling at Terry with her right. With a slight tug at his sweats, his dick sprang up, ready to receive whatever she had to give. She took him into her mouth, already salivated from throating his friend a few moments ago. 

Both men were caught up in the moment, enjoying the pleasures they were receiving from this one woman. Terry reached down to push her hair off of her shoulders, wrapping his hand around the back of her neck to pull her even further onto his dick. The sounds of him hitting her throat instantly filled the room right along with the sticky sounds of her stroking David. 

“You got her trained well.” David said, eyebrows bent as he watched her work. 

“I told you.” Terry replied, watching his dick disappear then reappear again and again. 

After a few moments, David removed her hand and stood up from the bed. Dropping his shirt to the floor, he stood at the foot of the bed. Terry popped himself out of her mouth for a split second as David grabbed her hips and placed her on her back. 

Without any hesitation, David’s lips latched onto her clit, sending shockwaves through her body. It wasn’t very often that she’d get to feel the pleasure of being sucked on in this way. Terry would make her jump through hoops just to get this treatment. 

Ava sat up on her elbows and looked down to watch David eat her, biting her lip and moaning at the sight. However, this was a set up and she didn’t even see it coming. 

Terry grabbed the back of her head and guided himself back into her mouth. He knew it would be a challenge for her to suck him properly while having David’s head in between her legs. 

“Swallow my shit.” Terry demanded. His eyebrows bent as he looked down in slight frustration. He kept his hand at the back of her head, bringing the tip of her nose to his abdomen. 

Her eyes rolled into her head as she spit up on herself. Terry pulled her head back, relieving her for just a few seconds before pressing her face against his stomach once again. Terry knew that every time she’d gag on his dick, her juices would flow more and more. 

Ava’s body was experiencing so much at once, aching from ecstasy. She was moaning and whining out of pure satisfaction and agony. The thoughts she had about David earlier, all of the assumptions she made about him were all correct.

He sucked on her clit, using his hands to spread her lips further apart so he could give even more attention straight to her middle. His tongue lapped all of the juices that spilled from her entrance before locking his full lips onto her clit again.

Terry yanked her head back once again and stared down at her while she tried to gain her composure. He licked his lips at the sight before him. Her brows were curled as she stared up at him, trying to keep her eyes open as she enjoyed David’s tongue. 

“Who taught you how to be this nasty?” Terry asked, tilting his head a bit. 

“You did.” Ava responded, hiccuping in between her response. 

Gripping the back of her neck tighter, he thrust himself back into her mouth. The sounds of spit escaping her throat fell into a rhythm while the noises from David’s lips playing in her essence blended in. Ava’s moans grew louder as she felt herself cumming, eyes shut tight as her body shook. 

“Yeah, enjoy that shit while it lasts.” Terry teased dryly. 

David stood and licked his lips. He slapped her ass, signaling her to assume the position, all fours. Ava immediately flipped her body over, placing her hands and knees onto the bed, never freeing Terry from her lips. 

Terry’s head fell back as he pushed himself in and out of her mouth. Lifting the bottom of his shirt up to his lips, he gripped it in between his teeth and placed his other hand on her head. Keeping her in place, he pushed his hips forward, not caring about how rough he was being. 

David stood behind her and ran the tip of his dick through her slit, collecting all of the juices that dripped from her hole. He toyed with her clit, slapping his tip against it just to watch her body jerk from the sensitivity. Smirking to himself, he entered her slowly in an effort to brace himself for the grip Terry had mentioned to him. 

“Fuuuuck, this shit tight.” David groaned through gritted teeth.  

“Loosen her up.” Terry joked, still fucking her face relentlessly. 

David slapped her ass a few more times, watching it jiggle against his lower abdomen. He gripped her hips to make it easier for him to fall in exactly how he wanted to. In a matter of seconds, both men were stuffing her from both ends. Using her to chase after their own satisfactions.

Ava felt like a ping pong ball being tossed between two opponents. The clapping of her ass against his stomach and the gargling of her throat was music to all of their ears. The way her breasts bounced from the force coming from both sides, had Terry in a trance. 

While spit dripped from her mouth, covering her chin, her pussy creamed all over David’s dick. Moans, grunts and curses bounced off of the walls as they took their time enjoying themselves. 

To prevent himself from cumming too soon, Terry pulled out of her mouth and lifted her chin up to take in the damage they had done so far.  

“This what you wanted?” He asked, smirking at the tears that covered her face. 

Ava nodded, unable to keep her eyes open from the feeling of her orgasm peaking through. 

The way she struggled to catch her breath after deepthroating him while simultaneously being fucked so well from behind turned Terry on even more than before.

Her body weakened as she came. If Terry didn’t have such a tight grip on her chin, her face would’ve hit the mattress. She cried out in intense pleasure as David continued stroking her past climax. Terry tapped her cheek with his fingers until she opened her eyes, looking up at him as his piercing green irises stared down at her. 

“If we don’t get a nut, it’s gonna be a long night for you.” Terry said before telling David to switch. 

It had already been an hour and the two men were still having their way. Orgasm after orgasm, Ava was damn near worn out. They tossed her around like a rag doll, tag teaming her as if she were their opponent. Terry had taken over, throwing her into the position he wanted without hesitation.

“You’re my slut, right?” 

“Yes!” Ava yelled.

“I know you are.” Terry said, pushing her thighs back as he dug deep into her. 

Ava’s head hung slightly off of the bed where David stood. It was now Terry’s turn to fuck her how he chose to and quite frankly, Ava had no complaints. The sounds of his thighs slapping against her ass had taken over the room. Terry bit down on his lip as he stared at her breasts, watching them bounce as a result of his movement.

“Open up for me.” David instructed. 

Opening her mouth, Ava stuck her tongue out. David dipped his thickness into her mouth, placing his hands on her breasts for leverage. The two men had fallen right back into their rhythms, filling her holes, not leaving much room for her to move.

David played with her nipples once again, aware of the fact that it drove her crazy. The enjoyment they both got from watching her struggle to fight against the pleasure in order to please them properly was the best part of it all. Her moans, the way she scratched at Terry’s forearms, the sounds of her gargling spit as David filled her throat, was marking a night they’d all remember. 

“Why this pussy so wet, huh? You like gettin’ fucked like this, don’t you?” Terry asked. 

“Mhmmm.” Ava moaned, unable to fully respond. 

“This a dirty bitch.” David said, gaining a chuckle from his friend. 

The two best friends had their way with her, making sure to keep her stuffed through the entirety of this session. 

Ava’s moans were the loudest sound in the room. She had been completely taken over by all of the pleasure happening at the same time. Hearing Terry’s deep voice as he grunted and growled while he fucked her and hearing David’s curses of shock and admiration had her cumming back to back. 

A thick ring of cum settled right at the base of his dick and he loved to see it. He pulled out, rubbing his tip up the crack of her ass to gather the creaminess that spilled from her then dug right back into her as if he never stopped. 

“Fuck!” Terry spat, feeling his own nut rise to the surface. 

“Mmmmm.” Ava hummed. 

David’s hips jerked a bit from the vibration of her throat around his dick. His mouth fell open a bit as he watched her throat stretch then shrink from his view. 

“Oh shit, I’m bout to nut.” David announced, as he fucked her face with a bit more force, desperately chasing his desire to cum. 

Both men picked up their pace, increasing the momentum as they felt themselves preparing to bust. 

David pulled out of her mouth and stroked himself as thick strings covered her face. Ava stuck her tongue out, trying to catch whatever she could in her mouth as he came. 

Not too far behind him, Terry let out a deep grunt as he stilled himself deep inside of her, letting every drop of his seed fill her walls. After a few seconds, he pulled out, watching his cum mix with hers as it oozed from her hole down to her ass. 

Their heavy breathing could be heard from another room as they brought themselves back down from their sexual highs. David placed his hands on his hips as he fought to catch his breath. Terry slapped her ass a few times, his way of telling her that he enjoyed it. 

“Did I make you proud daddy?” Ava asked, sitting up on her elbows, face still covered in cum. Her brows were lifted in anticipation as she awaited his response. 

“Hell yeah.” Terry responded breathlessly. “Go get in the shower.” 

Ava stood up from the bed and walked to the bathroom. 

The two men immediately got dressed and made their way to the living room. Both shaking their heads in surprise and satisfaction, they turned to one another, slapping hands as they laughed. 

“Mannnn.” David began. “I was just complaining about making this trip but it was worth it.”

“I’m happy to hear that.” Terry laughed, walking his friend to the door. “Let me know when you’re in town again, maybe she’ll be down for another round or two.” 

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1k followers celebration event — ⌞⌗ wayv drabble⌝

𓂃⠀𓈒 soft!dom!xiaojun x fem!reader

genre: smut ( 18+ ) wc: 0.4

request: “poor baby, all fucked out and i’ve barely even touched you” + squirting

contains: sub!reader, unprotected sex, edging (f!rec), praise kink, dirty talk, pet names, squirting

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“Baby, look me in the eyes,” Xiaojun speaks at you; his voice softens with each passing breath, laced with what sounds like true admiration. “There you go, such a pretty girl… I love when you look at me like that.”

The corner of his mouth slides up just for a brief second as he’s currently distracted by your tight grip, but you still catch it; even though your attention span has never been weaker as it is now.

“All of you,” you plead, blinking up at him with needy eyes, “please, baby…”

For a moment, both of you look at each other, aware of the intensity of the moment - after all this teasing by half of his cock, one deep push is all you need.

Xiaojun shifts his focus first; staring down where your pussy is holding onto the head of his dick tightly and pulsing for more. Every time he pulls out only to slide his soaked tip back in, there's lewd squelching noise filling the small kitchen, reminding him of your scorching desire.

He wants to make this last just for a little bit longer, but your gaze is so desperate… so urgent.

“How can I ever deny you a thing?” His sensual gaze fixates back upon your squirming face; the feelings that your next expression cause inside his chest are indescribable.

A mixture of bliss and disbelief paints your features the moment he finally glides all the way through your walls, meeting your g-spot just the way you wanted to.

“Holy fuck!” Xiaojun groans as your own sounds of pleasure rapidly rise out of control. “So damn tight, baby… so perfect…”

His fingertips, slim, marked by your arousal, swipe your trembling lips as you barely manage to mumble that you’re going to cum, seconds before his digits stop to rest on your flat tongue.

And then, it happens before you even have time to process it - the buzzing sensation suddenly overflows your body in a strong warm wave causing you to shudder, but also - to wet yourself and the table with transparent juices.

“Shit—“ Xiaojun smirks softly, but his quiet voice gets suppressed by your whining.

The second the intense stream stops, he invites himself right back inside you; now, the sounds erupting from you in the rhythm of his thrusts are louder, slipping out even clearer as his drenched cock glides back and forth, creating another knot of tension in your core.

When he looks away from your wet folds, he sees that you’re barely holding yourself up on the edge of the table; your eyes are squeezed shut and your mouth keeps falling open from your weakening whimpers; your arousal drips on the floor.

He's not rushing nor strengthening his motions, but you're melting down in front of his two eyes as though you're having an orgasm for the very first time in your life.

“Poor baby,” Xiaojun caresses your cheek with the knuckles of his hand, “all fucked out and I’ve barely even touched you.”

And he’s right.

He still hasn't taken you to the bedroom to fuck you the way he usually does - faster paced with knees bend to your chest.

Not even five minutes later, he pulls out, watching you squirt some more.

Once again, it shows him how little of his touch it takes for you to fall apart.

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise for any mistakes i’ve might missed

[finchyclarkemd]

Something Different- Pt3

~ NSFW CONTENT ~

Arthur stood in the hallway, his hand hovering over the doorbell, hesitation gnawing at him. The text had been simple: “Come over, my brother’s not home.” He’d never imagined it would lead to this—a quiet flat, just the two of them, with nothing but a spark between them waiting to ignite. He exhaled, shaking off the nerves, and finally rang the bell. When she opened the door, her smile was a little too warm, the kind that made his pulse skip. Her brother was gone, and for a moment, everything else seemed irrelevant. It was just her and him, and he wasn’t sure how much longer they could keep pretending this wasn’t anything more than a simple visit.

Arthur could feel the tension in the air the moment he stepped into the flat, the soft hum of the city outside barely cutting through the silence. It wasn’t just the quiet of the place that had him on edge—it was her. She was sitting on the couch, her legs tucked beneath her, a knowing smile playing at the corner of her lips. He could feel his pulse quicken as their eyes met, the unspoken tension between them so thick it felt like it could snap at any second. Her brother was out, leaving them alone. And something told him that this evening was about to take a turn neither of them would forget. But there was one risk- Chris could be home any time. 

Arthur couldn’t tear his gaze away from her. Every inch of space between them felt like it was charged, crackling with a kind of electricity that left his thoughts hazy and his body restless. She was standing just close enough that he could feel the heat of her, but still distant enough to make him ache with anticipation. He wanted to reach for her, but something held him back—a silent challenge in the air, a question neither of them had asked aloud.

Her fingers brushed against his, light as a whisper, a subtle invitation. The touch sent a rush of heat straight through him, and he didn’t know if he wanted to pull her closer or step back, just to see if she would follow.

"You’re quiet," she said, her voice soft, but with an edge of something he couldn’t quite place. She tilted her head, her eyes locking with his, daring him to make the next move. "What’s going on in that head of yours?"

Arthur inhaled sharply, fighting the pull of her gaze, the way her lips seemed to tease him with their promise of something more. He swallowed, his heart pounding in his chest. "I’m trying to figure out if I can hold back," he said, his voice rough. 

Her smile deepened, a mix of amusement and something else—something that made the air between them feel impossibly thick. "I guess we’ll see," she replied, her fingers brushing the back of his hand again, this time lingering just a fraction longer.

And in that moment, Arthur knew that if he didn’t kiss her soon, he might not be able to stop himself from doing something even more reckless.

“We should maybe do something before Chris comes home…” She said quietly, swallowing hard

Arthur glances at his watch then back at her, with a slight furrow in his brows. “Like what? Chris won’t be back for another couple of hours at least.” He tilts his head curiously, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. 

“Im thinking about you” She says quietly. 

“Me?” He replies, slightly confused.

“You.” She says again.

“What do you want me to do?” Arthur asks. He has an idea of what he wants to do, but he’s unsure if it’s too much too soon, or if they should take up the opportunity of being alone right now.

“Oh i think you know” She replies, a small smile plastered on her face.

He looks up at you, a smirk plastered across his face, his eyes filled with lust and desire. His hand grip the sides of her face with slight aggression before he speaks again. “Are you seriously asking me if i want to fuck you right now?” He groans out.

“What if i was?” She replies, with a devilish smile.

Arthur pills her in for a hungry kiss, biting her lower lip slightly as he growls slightly against your mouth. “Then hell yes, i do.” He breaks the kiss to look down at her, his pupils blown with lust. “Right here, on this couch.” 

“On the couch?” She asks, shocked. It’s risky. Too risky. Chris could come home. But the risk was a thrill, it made it more enjoyable- right?

“On the couch.” He repeats, his voice low and commanding. “I’m gonna bend you over the armrest, pull down those pants, and fuck you hard and deep until you’re screaming my name.” He searches her face, his breathing heavy. 

She looks down at him, unable to form a sentence after what Arthur had just said to her. He can see the shock in her eyes, and he loves it. “Cats got your tongue? Or are you just trying to figure out if I’m serious?” He brings his lips close to her ear, his hot breath tickling her neck. “Because baby, i’m deadly serious.” He runs one hand up her thigh. “Do you want me to stop?” He asks. 

“No…” She whispers, wanting more

Arthur smirks, knowing he has you right where he wants you. He leans back a little giving himself enough room to work. “Good,” He murmurs, his hands moving to your pants. He unbuttons them slowly, his knuckles brushing against her skin. “Lift up.” 

I lift up, like Arthur asked me to. He pulls down my pants and underwear in one swift motion, leaving me bare from the waist down. Arthur takes a moment to appreciate the view before he grabs her hips and lifts them slightly. He then frees himself from his joggers, his long, hard member springing free from its clothed prison. “Hold onto the armrest.” He says in a low, gruff voice. 

Arthur gives a low growl of approval at her response, “That’s right,” he says, positioning himself at your entrance. “Now, be a good girl and keep holding on, okay?” He begins to slide into her, inch by inch, giving her time to adjust. “Fuck…” He groans out at the feeling of her tight walls around his member. 

She lets out a whimper at the feeling of him stretching her, breathing becoming heavier. She grips onto the couch, her knuckles turning white. Arthur’s grip tightens on her hips as he hears her whimper, his breathing becoming ragged. He leans down, his lips brushing against your shoulder as he whispers “You’re so fucking good darling.” 

“Arthur please…” She begs, wanting more of him. He chuckles lowly, a devilish glint in his eyes at her plea. “Please what? Please fuck you harder, or maybe…” He pulls out almost all the way before slamming back in, deliberately hitting your sweet spot. She screams in pleasure at this, which causes Arthur to grin wickedly- knowing he’s found your spot. He picks up the pace, his hips slap against your ass with every powerful thrust, the couch creaking beneath them. He wraps one arm around her, pulling her in closer as he pounds into her. His other hand reaches up to grab her hair, tugging it aggressively to arch her back further. 

“You like it like this? Hard and deep?” His voice is ragged with effort, each thrust is coming faster than the last. He lets go of her hair, his hand wandering to her clit, circling it in time with his thrusts. She mutters his name in time with every thrust, almost as if she’s saying a magic spell. His thrusts become harder, almost punishing, “God.” He moans out softly, getting close to his high. 

He can feel her tightening around him, your body trembling with her impending orgasm. “Come on my cock darling…” He whispers harshly, his own orgasm building close to the edge. Feeling her walls flutter around him, Arthur knows she is about to climax. He drives into her with wild abandon, his cock throbbing inside of her. With a low groan, he bites her neck, playing with her clit faster, determined to drive her over the edge. His words send her over the edge, her orgasm hitting like a freight train. Her walls clamp down on is cock, milking him for all he’s worth as she screams his name in ecstasy. Arthur’s own release follows shortly after, his hips jerking as he fills her up with his hot seed. He stays buried inside her, both their breathing returning to normal. His arms wrap around her, pulling her into his chest. “Guess this means you’re my girlfriend now…” He whispers in her ear. 

“Yeah i guess so..” She replies, but before they can share a kiss, the sound of keys jingling can be heard outside the flat. Shit, it’s Chris.

—————————————————————————————————— PART 3 WOO! first tine writing NSFW content so it may not be the best (many apologies)

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[squidsinashirt]

“And once again, thank you Brains for saving our asses - this time from incriminating paparazzi photos and social media blunders.”

Gordon raised the glass in a half toast to the man, laughing brightly as Scott’s elbow made contact, before resting against him once more, entirely comfortable.

Scott was right on that front - he hadn’t been this drunk in a long time.

So maybe it was the drink that caused him to miss when the conversation initially shifted. Or maybe it helped to spot the change in Scott’s face, the quiet vulnerability that he wasn’t sure he’d ever seen his brother wear before.

What was Scott saying? He knew his brother bore the responsibility of their rather unusual lifestyle heavily, but this was…

This explained a lot.

And, as his inner brain protested loudly, needed correcting. Finally.

“You say that like I’ve never left, Scott. I mean, there was years that I… I gave it a go, right? Went off and… did things. After Dad… WASP. Swimming. College. Tried out mainland life and… well. Ocean currents takes you back to where you’re supposed to be, and all that. Big believer in that… and it brought me back home. Little bit humbled and a little bit wiser, maybe. But home.”

Inner Gordon mildly suggested wiser may have been a stretch too far. Humbled was a little more accurate.

“Besides, it’s got our name on it, right? Not just the business stuff… and five Thunderbirds, five of us. S’how it’s meant to be. Why it works - so well, why we’re so fucking good at what we do. Nobody can do what we do, because they’re not us. Can’t imagine not doing that, with you guys. Helping people in trouble, fixing problems, ‘n doing something worthwhile with myself. Maybe I like saving the world too, y’know? Guess we’ve got that in common.”

Understatement of the century, but the point was made regardless. Gordon watched Scott for a moment, this new willingness to speak intriguing, and only spurring on his usual ‘heart on your sleeve Gordo’ mantra.

“S’not your fault, Scott. None of it, any of it. Dad, ‘n all of this. Not like you had much of a choice either, huh? Not keeping any of us tied down by force. It’s where we all want to be. Doing this. With you. ‘Cus we love you. And maybe ‘cus we’re all Jeff Tracy’s sons too, and maybe we all believe in it as much as you do… and maybe you should trust in that.”

It took his brain several seconds to catch up with his mouth, and what exactly he’d just rambled at his eldest brother. Gordon paused to consider, before the innate instinct to lighten the mood kicked in, and he flashed his brother a sharper grin over his drink as he took a swig from it.

“Besides, I dunno what crimes Penny’s committed to be saddled with me, but she might object to that offer just yet. She quite likes the job too, y’know.”

Thanks Bro, you’re the best. Gonna get li’l Nemo back to the anemone, get some healthier liquids into him and then order in pizza if he wakes up grumpy. Kinda like when he was a toddler really…

I may also require liquids and pizza. Not gonna lie, I might be a little out of practice at the big night out business… it’s been… a while?

[prettylilyanime]

Our Blessing 03 sneak peak

Toji’s fingers hover over the keyboard, his gaze fixed on the screen in front of him. The bright light from his computer casts a harsh glow across the dim office.

He’s zoomed in on your Instagram profile picture, the image of you striking his screen like a cruel reminder of everything he’s tried not to think about. He had no reason to be looking at you, no reason at all. But here he is, staring at your picture, his mind caught between regret and something darker.

The sudden creak of the door snaps him out of his thoughts, and before he can react, Maki’s voice cuts through the silence.

“Mr. Zenin? Here are the files you asked for.”

She steps in, the door clicking behind her, and his heart nearly stops when she stops in her tracks. Her eyes land on his screen, and then on him. His stomach sinks.

“Is that Auntie Y/N?” Maki’s brows raise, her tone playful, but the amusement in her voice makes it clear she’s caught him.

Toji’s hand twitches, fingers clenching into a fist. It takes everything in him not to cuss out his teenage niece for barging into his office without knocking.

His eyes narrow at the screen, the image of you still sweetly smiling back at him. A tight knot forms in his chest, and he forces himself to look away from your photo, a sour taste filling his mouth.

Without a word, he snatches the files from her hands and slams them down onto his desk, a sharp sound that echoes in the quiet room. “You’re a terrible intern. Leave.”

Maki doesn't flinch. Instead, she rolls her eyes, casually walking over to one of the chairs opposite his desk and plopping down. She leans forward, squinting at the screen, her lips curling slightly.

It’s been years since she’s seen you. She was just a little kid when you and Toji broke up, too young to understand the complications of it all, but she still remembers liking you.

“If you speak about this to your sister, you’re dead,” Toji mutters, his voice low but sharp. “Mai is a gossip, and if Gojo hears about this, I’m never hearing the end of it.”

Maki, unfazed, just slides her glasses up the bridge of her nose, never breaking eye contact with the screen. She leans back in the chair, her voice teasing but quiet, “Relax, Uncle Toji, I’ll keep your secret... so are you guys back together or…?”

Toji freezes for a split second, his jaw tightening. He’s never been one to be interrogated, especially not by his teenage niece. But Maki’s persistent, her casual tone a mask for the curiosity that clearly piques her interest.

He shoots her a glare, trying to hide the discomfort swirling in his chest. “Leave. I'll fucking fire you.” Maki relents, raising her hands in the air in mock surrender.

[dulcescorderitas]

Heyy!!<3 Hope you're doing well today!

Was wondering if you could write up something about Dean x girlfriend reader smoking💚 I don't think Dean is an every day stoner, but I think every now and again he partakes just to keep his mood in check, clear his mind and find some peace for a while. I'm imagining like sitting on the trunk of the Impala, staring up at the stars and sharing a blunt while talking about life and laughing<3

the impala's parked on the side of some deserted backroad, miles away from the neon glow of city lights. out here, the stars feel closer, like you could reach up and pluck one right out of the sky if you wanted to.

dean’s sitting on the trunk, legs spread out like he’s got all the time in the world, one arm draped over his knee while the other holds the blunt between his fingers. he’s already taken a hit, exhaling slow, letting the smoke curl up into the night like it belongs there.

“you ever just think about how fucking small we are?” you ask, leaning back on your hands, staring up at the sky.

he lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “not when i can help it.” but he passes you the blunt anyway, watching as you bring it to your lips, inhale deep. the burn hits first, then the slow roll of warmth through your veins, spreading like honey, thick and sweet.

“you should,” you say, holding in the smoke before letting it go. it drifts between you, hanging for a moment before the breeze takes it away. “kinda makes everything feel less important. all the bullshit, y’know?”

dean hums, tilting his head like he’s considering it. “or it makes everything feel worse. like, if none of it matters, why the hell do we keep fighting so hard?”

“’cause we don’t got a choice,” you say simply, taking another hit before passing it back. “but just for tonight, maybe we don’t have to think about it.”

he looks at you then, really looks at you, and there’s something softer in his expression, something unguarded. “yeah,” he says, bringing the blunt to his lips again, “maybe.”

the two of you sit in silence for a while, the only sounds the rustling of the trees and the distant chirp of crickets. everything feels heavier and lighter at the same time, the way weed has a habit of making things. you lean into his side, your head resting against his shoulder, and he doesn’t move away. just lets you be there, lets the warmth of him settle into you.

“you remember that time we got stuck in that shitty motel in kansas?” he asks suddenly, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “the one with the vibrating bed?”

you burst out laughing, the memory hitting all at once. “oh my god, yes! you put a quarter in just to see if it worked and the damn thing almost threw us off.”

“i still think that place was haunted,” he says, taking another hit. “no way in hell that bed moved that fast on its own.”

“or maybe you’re just bad at physics.”

he scoffs, nudging you lightly with his shoulder. “watch it, sweetheart.”

you smirk, stealing the blunt from his fingers, letting your lips brush against where his just were. his gaze flickers to your mouth, just for a second, before he looks back up at the sky.

“so,” he says after a moment, voice a little rougher now. “you ever think about just... running away? ditching all this hunter crap and going somewhere quiet?”

it’s a dangerous question. one you’ve both thought about but never dared to say out loud. you glance at him, see the way his jaw tenses, like he already knows the answer.

“sometimes,” you admit. “but it wouldn’t last. we’re too deep in it.”

he nods, doesn’t argue. just watches as you take one last hit before stubbing the blunt out on the metal of the impala’s trunk.

“yeah,” he murmurs, voice almost lost to the night. “i know.”

he shifts then, turning towards you, his eyes dark and a little hazy, his lips parted like he's on the edge of saying something. but he doesn’t speak—just reaches up, fingers brushing against your jaw, tilting your face toward his.

“been thinking about this for a while,” he admits, voice low, rough.

before you can say anything, his lips are on yours, slow at first, tasting of smoke and warmth and something undeniably dean. his hand slides to the back of your neck, pulling you in closer as the kiss deepens, the air between you thick with heat, with need.

his fingers tangle in your hair, his other hand gripping your hip as he pulls you flush against him. the kiss grows hungrier, his teeth grazing your bottom lip before he deepens it, tongue sliding against yours in a slow, intoxicating rhythm. the heat coils low in your belly, a delicious, lazy burn that makes your head spin.

you let out a quiet sound against his mouth, and he groans in response, his hand tightening on your hip. he breaks the kiss just long enough to catch his breath, his forehead pressed against yours.

“guess we’re not thinking about anything else tonight, huh?” you whisper, lips still tingling.

dean smirks, his thumb brushing over your cheek, then trails lower, his fingers skimming the bare skin beneath your shirt. “not a damn thing.”

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